Tag: frat boy

papermoon357:

The frat was all to eager to put on a party celebrating the mathletes win. Didn’t tell them it was a “geek-costume” underwear party. But no matter, after a few special beers and DJ beats the nerds were loosing up, stripping each other down as their bodies bulked up and hormones kicked in. Obsessed with each other’s swelling bodies, they didn’t notice how their “geekness” was really just becoming a costume. Once all those clothes are off the math will be gone and they’ll just be some more dumb fratboy athletes.

Source: arturobejarano

blue34cat:

Josh was scoping out frats to join when he would be becoming a freshman in a few months. As a dorky gamer nerd, he really had no serious intention of ending up in Bigfoot Frat. After all, that place was only known for being full of big, hairy, smelly bigfoot jocks who just partied all the time and were terrible at academics. The exact opposite of him!
Still, while he was being shown around, he started to feel pretty weird. The rank sweaty wet-dog stench of muscular bigfoot jocks was starting to seem a lot less gross. He was even starting to get into it. He tried to shake off those thoughts, but then the tour guide sat himself down in a beanbag chair and lifted those enormous, rough, dirty feet. So big and musky and gritty. He couldn’t resist, as he found himself drooling and getting closer to those massive feet.
“Duuude, you’ll make a great new jock, bro!”, the bigfoot said with a chuckle. Josh could only grin and nod as he felt dirty hair grow all over him, his skin become rough and thick, and his feet bulge and thicken and tear through his socks…

Source: blue34cat

papermoon357:

Alpha RA

The dorm jocks had grown in number but they were still missing a lead bro, someone who could party with them but also buy the kegs and command the team. So they worked on Ryan, the dorm RA. He was a cool enough guy, friendly, kinda strict about hall parties, but still let them slide. He didn’t join the fun though. He was too into writing stuff and dull indie music. He was just too smart in general and not interested enough in sports and hitting the gym, everything that was important.

It didn’t happen overnight, they didn’t slip anything into a handle of vodka or play a techno track like they did to those other unsuspecting geeks, but just planting some suggestions sped the changes along, makin him the bro they needed.

Just leaving some sports and fitness mags in his room got him forgetting all about those books and researching more important subjects. They replaced his music playlist to some proper tunes to loosen him up. Those skinny jeans and button ups got “accidentally” shrunk in the wash but they were happy to lend him some of their gear. It was all a few sizes too big but he could surely grow into that jockstrap and jerseys. But giving him the whistle really did the trick. That night they could here him moaning, jacking off a cock that was surely growing, ageing him up, and giving him that deep baritone voice and jock mind they were looking for. Come morning, after a night of soaking his sheets and mirror with every last drop of his old self, the neat and well mannered RA was 50lbs of muscle heavier, 5 years older and had finally become the deep voiced, cusing, bare chested alpha bro they’d been hungry for.

I would like a sequel to “Plus Three” Maybe the djinn finds himself on a college campus and transforms his nerdy master into a total frat bro

derekwilliams:

Well… I guess we can do sum thing 😛

Thx to my editors on this one bros!! – D

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Oh man, this was almost gonna be too easy.

I had just appeared in a puff of smoke for my newest master. We were in a library, late at night, clearly on a college campus.

“Hello Master!” I boomed at him. “I am the genie of the lamp. While you own the lamp, you own me. I can grant any wish you can think of with two exceptions: I can’t bring back the dead, and I can’t make someone fall in love with you.”

He looked confused for a second. “What about the third rule. No wishing for more wishes.”

“But Master, you have as many wishes as you desire. I don’t know why you’d wish for more, but there’s no rule that says you can’t.”

If that sounds familiar to you, imagine how it sounds to me. Literally every master I have ends up bringing up that stupid Hollywood rule.

“Well then, I wish you’d keep your voice down!” said my new Master. Fair enough, my typical genie entrance would have the librarian on us in minutes. But I almost never pass up an opportunity to use my special power – you see, I get to add three words to any wish that my Master makes.

No matter how careful he was, this Master was going to end up just the same way as my last 197 Master’s – as an oversexed gay fratboy with an incredible body and a life that would make Instagram jealous.

That was a far cry from what was in front of me. This guy was 22 years old, ready to graduate, and hasn’t been to a single party in his four years as a philosophy major. I mean…what kind of philosophy major doesn’t go get drunk and talk like they understand Heidegger.

A serious nerd, that’s who. My new Masters name was Samuel, six foot two, light red hair that fuzzed up badly, skin that made you think he didn’t know about face cloths, and a serious lack of muscle. Plus…he was wearing mismatched slacks and a cardigan.

Sometimes I feel like Fate himself chooses my Master’s. Thank Fate that I was here.

Time skipped back, and Master gave his…slightly amended wish.

“Well then, I wish you’d keep your voice down and mine up” he said.

“Your wish is my command!” I crossed my arms, nodded my head smartly, and made it happen. Of course, I said the “my command” part super quietly. What can I say, I’m a sucker for theatrics.

“COOL! THANKS GENIE!” Samuel said, not noticing that he was now the one likely to draw the ire of the librarian.

Unlike some of my other Master’s, Samuel had no problem pouring out his heart at me. He could have unlimited wishes, and he wasn’t going to waste any time in getting them.

And you know the number one thing that a nerd like Samuel always wished for.

“GENIE,” he said, “I WISH I WAS A LITTLE BIGGER.”

Of course time reversed for a moment. Just like a broken CD player, I heard the wish come at me again, with my own little addition.

“GENIE,” he said, “I WISH I WAS MORE THAN JUST A LITTLE BIGGER.”

I nodded smartly. “Your wish is my command Master.” Samuel instantly began to bulge with muscle, looking more like a bodybuilder wannabe than a college philosophy student. I watched his pitiful clothes stretch. The button down shirt he was wearing flew open. The t-short underneath barely contained his impressive new pecs. And those jeans…they were all ripped up now, but that’s cool, that’s just fashion now.

Samuel looked at the parts of his body he could easily see. Then, not finding a mirror nearby, he pulled out his phone and started snapping selfies of his amazing build.

“WHOA.” Samuel rumbled, his newly stacked body making his loud voice resonate.

“Wow Master,” I said. “You’re looking very fit. Almost swole.”

“YEAH! I WISH I WAS LOOKING SWOLE!” You were caught up in the excitement of not being a total nerd anymore. Nobody ever just wants to be average.

Time stuttered, and you said your wish again.

“YEAH! I WISH I WAS SHORT ENOUGH FOR LOOKING SWOLE!” You shouted it at me enthusiastically.

So inch by inch, I shrunk your frame. Your muscle no longer stretched over a tall frame, no longer looking like a wannabe bodybuilder, you were totally stacked now. Thick. 5 foot 7 inches, and swole enough that nobody would ever mention it.

“Your wish is my command, Master,” I said, my cock starting to swell.

Samuel was starting to look seriously different from when I came out of the lamp…but there was still no mistaking him as a serious loser, no matter how much you wanted to lick his biceps. The bad skin, the fuzzy red hair, the mismatched clothes all made me wish I could make wishes myself.

Luckily, Master was staring at another selfie. “GENIE,” he shouted, “I WISH THAT I WAS LESS SELF CONSCIOUS”.

Time did it’s thing, and so did I. Master took another run at his wish.

“GENIE,” he shouted, “I WISH THAT I WAS LESS INDEPENDENT AND MORE SELF CONSCIOUS!”

A quick nod of my head, and Master’s whole world changed. “Your wish is my command,” I said.

Master looked pretty damn bro-ish now, getting towards exactly what I wanted. His last wish had made him desperate the ride with the pack, please the coolest guys, and blend into the crowd.

So his red hair was buzzed down. His skin was meticulously washed and lightly tanned – something that took quite a bit of effort with that red hair. His clothes had become totally basic, just a crew neck t-short that showed off his massive guns, a popular brand name printed across his heavy pecs, some stylish jeans that accented his ass (but not too much!), and some all stars on his feet.

Samuel would have no problem making friends with anyone now. He desperately wanted to be liked, and caved to peer pressure at the slightest prompt.

Just then, another guy entered the scene. Maybe 21, with dark brown hair and a nice-but-not-heavy build.

“Are you the one who’s been shouting?” He asked. Great, a librarian.

Instead of answering, Samuel looked to me. “GENIE, I WISH THIS GUY WOULD FORGET ABOUT ME AND TAKE OFF.”

Time jumped back, and Samuel made his wish again.

“GENIE, I WISH THIS GUY WOULD FORGET ABOUT ME AND TAKE FIVE AND JERK OFF.”

“Your wish is my command,” I said, and watched the show.

The librarian seemed unaware of us, tucked in the back room of the library. Instead, it seemed like he had come back here to get…let’s call it a little private break.

He slumped heavily in a comfortable chair, undid his belt, and whipped out his surprisingly drool-worthy cock. Running his hand up and down his shaft brought it to full attention easily. I could tell it wouldn’t be long before he exploded all over us.

Must be one hell of a stressful job.

“GENIE,” Samuel yelled past the oblivious librarian, “I WISH I DIDN’T HAVE TO WATCH THIS ASSHOLE.”

The librarians cock started pulsing, shooting his cum and hitting Samuel in the face.

Time stepped back.

“GENIE,” Samuel yelled past the librarian, “I WISH I DIDN’T HAVE TO WATCH WITHOUT FUCKING HIS ASSHOLE.”

The librarians cock started pulsing, shooting his cum and hitting Samuel in the face. Suddenly aware of our presence again, the librarian slumped to the floor, then turned over and planted his elbows on the chair.

“Want some of this?” he said, shaking his ass seductively.

“HELL YEAH,” shouted Samuel. His leaking cock was already out of his jeans, ready to plunge into the first of what would surely be many, many tight assholes over his college career.

The librarian was hard again already. Samuel lined up his thick dick and plunged into the librarians bubble butt. As Samuel pushed in and out, the librarians dick thudded against the easy chair. It didn’t take long before they both came, Samuel emptying a large load into the librarians hole.

Sammy pulled up his pants and sat on a desk. “THANKS, THAT WAS FUCKIN’ GREAT!”

The librarian grinned, pulling back on his clothes. “Anytime you want to check something out, Samuel, I’m right here,” he grinned. Then he walked back towards the circulation desk, his break over.

“I WISH HE’D CALL ME…” Samuel yelled. I’m sure he’d have said it softly, if only that was something he could do.

Time skipped a beat backwards.

“I WISH HE’D CALL ME SAMMY, LIKE EVERYONE”

“Your wish is my command, Sammy” I said. Whoops, I didn’t mean to catch myself in that wish, but no harm, no foul, right? A bro needs a hotter name than “Samuel”.

Because Sammy’s pretty fuckin’ hot, and Sammy loves to fuck a tight ass, but there’s still a couple of things missing from my fantasy fratboy formula. He needed to love to party. He needed bros. And he needed the kind of life where he’d want to do it all over again every night.

Okay, I’ll admit, I had an idea. Whatever Sammy’s next wish was, I was gonna….

“GENIE, I WISH I WAS MORE CONFIDENT.”

Great, this shit again. Whatever, I was going to repurpose this wish anyway.

“GENIE, I WISH I WAS MORE CONFIDENT AS A DJ”

“You got it Sammy,” I said. This should be fun.

Master didn’t look too different, just a pair of headphones hanging heavily around his neck, and a bag full of a laptop and some mixing equipment. But there was a different energy around him. He was fuckin’ buzzed to play a set.

“THANKS GENIE,” he shouted. “I’M GONNA MAKE THIS PLACE FUCKIN’ ROCK”

Sammy grabbed his bag and headed for the front desk of the library. We kept passing all these students – let’s face it, it was Saturday night and they were in the library – we kept passing all these dweebs. Mostly dudes. Some overweight. Some under. All of them were about to have better lives.

In the front entry of the library, Sammy looked around. There was a big sweeping staircase leading up to the second floor. There were multiple rooms full of books ranging from photocopied dissertations through to rare tomes. And there were about a hundred people staring at the loud jock that Sammy had become, daggers in their eyes.

The librarian from earlier was standing by the circulation desk. I could see a wet stain down his slacks where Sammy’s cum had run down his leg.

“GENIE,” he shouted, “I WISH NOBODY COULD LEAVE UNTIL MIDNIGHT”

Time shuddered and reversed another second. “GENIE,” Sammy shouted. “I WISH NOBODY EXCEPT THE WOMEN COULD LEAVE UNTIL MIDNIGHT.”

That started…well, almost a stampede. The moment you tell people they can’t leave, it’s the only thing they want to do. But oddly enough, as the herd of people tried to head out the front doors, noise came from the rare books room. The doors there burst open… it was all the men who had just tried to leave.

Outside, I’m certain the women were trying to decide what to do. But I know how this goes. They wouldn’t be concerned about the men in here much longer.

“I WISH THE LIBRARIANS WOULD BE GREAT DANCERS. GET US STARTED!” Sammy yelled out.

The men in the room were starting to get over their confusion. None of this makes any sense if you don’t have a genie, but they were starting to catch on.

The world jumped back a second. And Sammy made his wish again.

“I WISH THE LIBRARIANS WOULD BE GREAT BIG GOGO BOY DANCERS. GET US STARTED!” he yelled.

I granted the wish, then glanced over. All four librarians who had been behind the circulation desk had now climbed up onto it. All of them thick with rounded muscle, clothed in nothing but a colored jockstrap. In a shiny gold jock, the one from earlier still had cum dribbling down his leg. They danced to unheard music.

Sammy walked up the wide staircase. The confusion in the room was dissipating. It was going to boil over into anger. Soon.

“I WISH EVERYONE HERE WOULD CHILL OUT”.

Time skipped.

“I WISH EVERYONE HERE WOULD CHILL OUT AND BRO UP!” Sammy shouted.

“Your wish is my command Sammy,” I said. I was glad I finally had one I could use to reduce the tension in the crowd. This was always my favourite part.

All around, the young men of the college were becoming warped parodies of themselves. Sweat pants and basketball shorts replaced jeans. Wifebeaters and jerseys replaced t-shirts. About 70% of them wore a backwards cap at some angle. And the nerdier the guy had been to start…well, the more he turned into a bicep-pumping, ego stroking, cock-swinging, beer-guzzling frat bro.

Almost everyone was holding a beer. Where do you get a beer in a library? Ask your local frat bros.

And all of them were starting to chill. The anger and tension were gone. Now they were just hanging out, waiting for their favourite DJ to play a set.

Sammy was setting up his gear. It was starting to get loud in there. Not that the librarians minded anymore, they were working hard on getting the party started.

“HEY EVERYBODY,” Sammy shouted into a mic. “I’M DJ COCKMONSTER, AND THIS IS…”

He didn’t bother finishing the sentence. He just brought the music up. Solid beats started playing all around the library. On the floor below, the bros were starting to dance to the music, most of them keeping a safe distance from anything that might be construed as too gay.

Imagine that, listening to DJ COCKMONSTER and worrying that someone might think you’re gay.

“HEY GENIE,” Sammy shouted in my direction. “I WISH THESE GUYS WOULD REALLY START DANCING.”

The beat skipped. Too bad, cuz Sammy’s actually a pretty good DJ. But it’s how my magic works.

“I WISH THESE GUYS WOULD REALLY START KISSING, GRINDING AND DANCING!”

“Your wish is my command, Sammy!”

Down on the main floor, the crowd was transformed. The casual dancing had been replaced with something manic. Something sexual. These guys all wanted to get laid tonight, the only mystery was which bro was gonna hook up with which other bro.

I had my eye on a couple dudes over by the reading room. The one still wearing a shirt was pinned up against the wall by one who was just wearing gym shorts that barely went halfway down his meaty thigh and a backwards red ball cap. Five minutes, I bet myself, and red-cap is gonna be skewered under jersey.

All over, men were making out and grinding. The only thing that kept it from evolving into an orgy was Sammy’s music. DJ COCKMONSTER was so good that they just couldn’t stop dancing. Even I was shaking my ass to the beat.

“HEY,” Sammy shouted over the beat. “I WISH THIS PLACE WAS SETUP BETTER FOR THE PARTY!”

Time skipped, and so did another record. Then Sammy shouted again.

“HEY, I WISH THIS PLACE WAS SETUP BETTER FOR THE BIGGEST FRAT HOUSE PARTY!”

And so it was. The library faded away, renovated by the school years ago into a frat house for it’s biggest, bro frat. The place was full of kegs, solo cups, and couches where dudes were getting sucked off or fucked. The only rule seemed to be that everyone had to keep moving to the beat.

Another job well done, I’d say. I kept dancing through the room and getting rough hands run over my otherworldly body. But I was saving myself – Sammy would be done his set in about an hour, and I intended to get that thick cock riding me before he wished me out of this perfect life.

the-craftsman:

“Doctor Collins, is that you? What the hell are you doing?”

Doctor Collins turned around, the once sterile doctor’s office around him was now a mess, a cacophony of distress rang throughout the entire hospital as doctors and nurses nearly tramped one another rushing back and forth in the outside corridors. Meanwhile Dr. Collins was here, shirtless and stripping out of the rest of his clothing in his own office. Doctor Richardson had been called to find him and as the aging older and more experienced doctor of the hospital, a genius like no other who valued his intelligence. Yet the now balding man in his mid-fifties was glaring at the suddenly young and muscular Dr. Collins.

“Yeah see about that,” started Dr. Collins as he smirked, scratching his youthful wisps of hair with his own glasses. Dr. Richardson couldn’t deny it, the once forty year old doctor now looked twenty and irrevocably handsome with a lean body to go with it.

“You realise we’re practically dealing with an epidemic out there, and what are you doing? Dancing in your own office?” questioned Richardson, Collins only laughed, throwing his lab coat to him.

“Oh yeah I forgot, I was dealing with one of the patients when they made a mess,” explained Collins. Richardson felt something immediately damp when he caught the lab coat and looked down through his spectacles at the stains.

“What the hell is on this?” asked Richardson.

“It’s cum dude,” laughed Collins, Richardson threw the lab coat away.

“That’s disgusting,” growled Richardson.

“Is it? You seem to like it,” noted Collins as he stepped closer, Richardson tried to step back only to feel his back hit against the desk. “I mean you’re hard already.”

“What are you- Oh!” Richardson moaned as he felt Collin’s large hand wrap around his hard cock, looking down he could sense where a sudden heat was emanating from as Collins slowly started to jerk off his fat cock through the pants, allowing the heat to only spread throughout his entire body.

“Don’t worry I started feeling like that too bro,” murmured Collins as he continued to toy with Richardson’s dick feeling it begin to grow lengthier and longer through the pants themselves. “Come on bro.”

“Dr. Collins this feels-” Richardson felt the salty taste of precum on his tongue as his coworkers large cock was on the tip of his swelling lips. “So good.” He moaned, his own hands beginning to touch himself as he parted his lips and wrapped them around the large head of the dick. Bobbing up and down, a stream of pre-cum started to soon flood down Richardson’s throat as with every drop he started to feel bigger and bigger.

“Oh yeah, bro you’re starting to fill out.”

Richardson’s cock was already at its peak having snaked several inches as he started to feel his legs warm and wet from the heat of the growing pleasure and the constant dripping off his cock. Bobbing up and down, he began to feel his thighs thickening and the calves beginning to grow further and further outwards. Muscle felt like it was being swollen up from the inside, the more he continued sucking on his bro’s cock, the dumber and better he felt for it as his own thighs now touched together simply from how thick they now were.

The same could be said for his torso which started to push out, as if someone was blowing air into his deflated and skinny self, he found his posture changing entirely even from kneeling down. His back aligned itself properly as it no longer the hunched over back of an aging man but resembled the fit young back of a stud in his prime, grey hairs disappearing and being replaced with blonde ones as the blemishes and boils of the skin faded away whilst he aged downwards, growing younger and younger.

Richardson felt Collins grab the back of his head as his own back seemingly snapped into place with muscle after its growth. The skinny torso began to inflate with muscle as the upper chest started to fill out soon growing into a mountainous slab of muscle in the forms of two bouncing and striated pecs that jiggled slightly from his every movement. 

His own lower stomach sucked in and swelled again as he continued to lap up any pre-cum whatsoever, feeling the fat of his stomach fade away and now replaced with Adonis abs that swelled through the sweat and employed the deep crevices that showcased the foundation of his own newfound libido and masculinity by carving the deep lines that hinted at his sexy body and large cock through his six pack of abs.

“You ready for this?” chuckled Collins as he popped his dick out of Richardson’s mouth, starting to jerk himself off in his face as Richardson did the same, his own hand wrapping around his cock as he stayed kneeled.

“Th-This feels wrong,” moaned Richardson as he could feel his ass beginning to push out, all the while his own hands began to wrap around his cock that much easier, the fingers forever growing as the palms of his hand grew smoother, more nimble.

“Dude, don’t worry about it, just feels good to lose your smarts,” groaned Collins.

“But-” It was too late. Richardson closed his eyes as he felt Collins begin to come all over his face as he felt himself lost in an orgasm whilst the similar heat that started this all emanated from both his face and the pool of his own come forming underneath him from his own large cock. There was too much to focus on and he could feel it as he widened his eyes, feeling like he made a sudden mistake. “What’s happening to me? Feeling so dumb. Feels so…hot. Yeah, so hot. Fuck yeah, I’m so hot bro!” 

Richardson or “Richard” soon forgot what needed to do, what Collins or anyone else needed to do as his face started to shift and grow more angular. He felt the years lost on him and instead of being fifty he was now a twenty five stud with a shar jawline, a small nose, large lips, and blonde hair.

“Don’t worry about it, now come on bro, show us that sweet bod of yours under that medical coat or whatever it’s called. Maybe we can get some other bros in on it.” Collins laughed.

And the once intelligent and renowned ageing Dr. Richardson, now just the frat bro Richard agreed.

JERK

eventide-oh-god-of-desire:

YOU’LL NEVER UNDERSTAND ME! I AM SO TIRED OF THIS SHIT! WHITE PRIVILEGE IS NOT A THING, I WORKED HARD TO GET WHERE I AM. YOU ACT LIKE, BECAUSE YOU’RE GAY, YOU HAVE IT SO FUCKING HARD!!!

This was most of your conversations with your dorm mate, you still don’t understand how this happened. Trey was blind as a bat when it came to social issues. Always throwing out micro-agressions and not even realizing it, a basic white asshole. You two seemed to be always arguing,  and it was getting old, you had the rest of the year to deal with this fuck. The worst part was, you were so attracted to him, and it pissed you off. 

Trey was your typical straight white frat-boyesque tool, and he should have repulsed you, but something made you so hard. Maybe it was his ignorance, looks, or general dumbass nature, you didn’t know but you knew he was on your mind while jerking. 

You were jerking one day, and your best friend, Emilio stopped by and decided to walk right inside. He was quite amused that your were rubbing one out, until he pried the picture of Trey out of your hands.  Emilio’s ultra liberal personality flipped a switch and he lost it on you.

Cussing, swearing, angry as fuck, Emilio activated something deep down within himself, fully unaware. 

“I hope you’re happy with that fucker, you two must have so much in common,” was all Emilio needed to say and his anger dissipated. 

He simply turned around, crumpled the picture, through it over his shoulder, and left.

What neither of you knew is that Emilio had lineage to ancient gods, and a power that was hidden deep within. As the day went on, you found yourself daydreaming about Trey, more than usual. You were thinking about how good he looked and how you wish you could look like that. 

Shaking your head, you silenced the foreign thoughts and went on about your academic business. Sitting in Advanced Theories of a Macro World, you found yourself bored, where you were normally quite enthralled. It was weird, but the discussion seemed stupid and pointless. YOu couldn’t understand why people kept talking about other races and how they were oppressed. People had to make their own way, it takes hard work. 

“Fuck,” you thought, what am I thinking. 

The day went on and all of your classes went similiar to the first. 

YOu headed home and went into the bathroom, to splash water on your face and take an aspirin for the headache that was ensuing. Yet you became quickly distracted when you saw Trey’s clothing. He must have left his polo, boxer briefs, and shorts in the bathroom. Not even thinking, you put it all on and looked at yourself in the mirror. 

You noticed, your hair had lightened, and your face seemed more defined. YOu looked like Trey and it was really weird. You found your self exploring your body, as your hands ran over your skin, it felt different, your muscles felt like they were getting stronger by the second. 

“What the fu…,” your voice cracked and fell like a stone. YOu grabbed your throat in surprise. All of this was turning you on, this excitement was making you hard. You grabbed your swollen and long cock and began to jerk again, trying to think about Trey, but for some reason, hot naked women came to mind. 

You were both disgusted and turned on and your hands wouldn’t stop moving. It felt so good, but you were imagining that it was a tight pussy. 

Suddenly you stopped, horrified at what was happening. In a state of panic, you went to the mirror, only to see a face that looked like it could be Trey’s brother looking back.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you said, the more you jerked the more you seemed to change.  You took the clothing off, but you were still hard and looking this blonde looking frat boy reflection wasn’t helping. You tried hard to think gay thoughts,  to reclaim your sexuality, you started to think about how you could help other in need, but it wasn’t going well. Conservative, thoughts, arrogant confidence, and ego-centric beliefs were burning into your head. Whatever was happening was killing your empathy, turning you into a rich, white, tool. 

YOu realized your hands were jerking you off again, your head was pounding and you couldn’t stop any of it. You felt like you were drugged, your brain felt slow and words were difficult to grasp. Memories of being a business major, frat boy, and president of the young conservatives on campus, pushed their way to the front. 

Your cock felt so good, and you were so close to cumming. Moaning you felt the last of you changing, you couldn’t fight it anymore. As you erupted, your new life locked into place, you became Ryan Stillman, younger brother to Trey Stillman.

 Your dad paid to make sure you and Trey got into school and were dorm mates. Trey was the fucking best and he totally got you. You both loved to party and fucck chicks. Neither of you would go very far in life, but that didn’t matter as long as those stupid fucking liberals stayed out of your sexual conquest. 

cathbhadh:

“Go on, take a selfie mate,” This stranger said to me

”Nah”, I told him, “I’m not much to look at.“ Wondering why this hot guy would request something like that. 

“Well then, what is it you want?” Said the stranger

I thought about it, always wishing for those jock-bro looks. You’know the kind of looks that looks good in a snapback, hot face and muscled body. What I didn’t realize is the stranger was a demi-god, one that has survived off of people’s fantasies all of these millennia.  He grants wishes, just by delving into someone’s fantasies, the problem is once the fantasy becomes reality your current reality becomes a source of nourishment for him. You become exactly what you want, no more, no less. The complexities that make you, you, are part of the sacrifice you give.

But it isn’t all that easy you see, this man, god, whatever he has become needs your permission he needs you to consent to give up the old you, for a brand new you. He doesn’t want you to know that based off your fantasies, you’d simply be a frat stereotype for the rest of your life. He isn’t going to tell you that you won’t age a day past the day he sets for you.  He simply needs you to agree, he knows you are desperate to be someone else. He sees the darkness eating away at your soul, he knows you want this and of course he will make it the most pleasurable experience for you.

“So”, he says “If I could, hypothetically give you anything you wanted, would you take me up on the offer?”

You feel a rush of excitement and your cock twitch.  “Hell yes I would”, you say without thinking.

That was all he needed.

He pulled your fantasies from your head, you felt your body change. You average body felt leaner, tighter. With your arms beginning to bulge tightening in your sleeves. Your cock hardening beyond belief as your abs began to form, feeling the pressure of muscle in the abdomen. Your calves were sore, like you had done a thousand leg days. Your feet grew, burst out of your shoes from size nines to fourteens.

You didn’t know  what was happening, you tried to speak but a low moan of pure pleasure came out. Surprising you as your nasally voice was replaced by a bass only fitting for a jock-bro, your fantasy.

You felt a tingle spread across your face as stubble began to form and your face felt like it was being molded into the face of the perfect man. Almost as if you were made of clay. Your hair darkened, and you felt your body stretch, giving you a perfect 6′2″ height.

You were practically precumming a volcano when it hit. The most pleasurable part. You felt your brain draining, re-arranging and forming memories that weren’t there before. Life in the frat, life as a sex god, life as someone who enjoyed a good party, good beer and his fucking bros. Your mind was getting simpler, part of you knew this was wrong, but the pleasure was too much to handle.

He whispered in your ear “Just let go.” That hot breathe against your ear broke the barriers of your complex mind, reducing it to mush. Letting it also reform, just like your body had. You, the perpetual 21 frat boy, no one would ever question it, it just was. The complexities of you, of life and of everything that you let go of, made its way to your now perfect, 8 inch cock and balls. Where he knelt to finish you off. You erupted more than anybody could humanly erupt. Torrents of your old life, your old potential and your old memories were absorbed, by the stranger.

Once he was done, said, “Hey bro, why don’t you snap a selfie?”

“Fuck yeah man, gotta show the world what their missing out on.”

Source: cathbhadh

I’ve always been the shy stressed out nerd, I would love to be a carefree frat boy for a weekend.

tf-servant:

You can only be carefree if I take some of those brains away. You can’t be stressed if you don’t know what to be stressed about. Let me take a big portion of your intelligence and I will add that volume to your abs, making them grower bigger and bigger. Your minds shifts from math problems to weightlifting and jerking off. You flex in front of the mirror. Admiring your giant muscles and beautiful tan. 

bodriversblog:

“How’s it going, boys? You two look like you could use a cold one,” said the shirtless meathead from the lawn of BΩΔ House. He had a cooler out in the open, loaded with Coors. He reached for two cans.

“Thanks, but we’re on our way to our own pledging ceremony. ΦME,” replied your fellow rushee, Jeff.

“Phi-Me? You guys are the ones that are all science majors and engineers, right?” the meathead stood up with a beer in each hand.

“Yeah, I’m civil, he’s nuclear.”

“Huhuh, no one in our frat’s that smart. We’re the swolest frat, tho. But really…” the meathead said as he walked towards you…

“… You guys seem way too hot in those jackets.” He was staring into your eyes and you couldn’t look away.

“Have a cold one.”

One or four or twelve beers later, in the basement of BΩΔ House, you and Jeff signed pledges to BΩΔ. And began your new lives of dumbing down, jocking up, and getting swole as fuck.