James waited uncomfortably in the hot sun. Chris was late again.
It was James’ second year working after school as a tennis couch at the local country club and his newest student Chris was by far his worst.
Another one of those rich club kids. Came from money, did anything he wanted, and somehow got anything that he asked for. Not that he didn’t already have it all- good looks, popularity, and even James couldn’t help but notice the large bulge in his shorts. Chris was always eager to show off, and it made James cringe.
James wasn’t even sure why Chris needed a thin pale tennis coach like him- Chris played pretty well already- but Chris insisted that James was going to be exactly what he wanted.
And so James waited, wearing the white headband Chris gave him. He was usually late, but it was getting uncomfortably hot, making him figit in his white tennis uniform.
He was a little envious of how Chris always played shirtless, his glossy muscles flexing and tightening with every swing… James tried to block the image out of his head but the heat made it hard to focus. James was always stuck in his uniform. But then again hadn’t Chris insisted he show up without a shirt today? That seemed impossible, James’ never broke the uniform rule but… there he was shirtless on the court.
James’ brushed the sweat from his eyes. Damn it was so hot it was getting hard to think. It is so hot it must be ok, might as well be shirtless, and besides his body wasn’t all that bad and Chris said James’ pale skin needed some sun.
James rocked back and forth in the heat. Swinging his racket in impatience. For a second he wondered why his tennis shorts felt so tight only to realize he was only wearing a pair of black trunks. He panicked. What was he doing? Chris wears a pair just like these… he must have told him to try them too. He would normally be embarrassed, but in this he couldn’t. It felt good. And so much freer. James’ took a couple practice swings around, enjoying how the trunks seemed to feel even shorter, before he suddenly felt light headed again.
Fucking heat. What was he doing again? Ah right waiting for Chris. Chris and his perfect bod. James ran a hand through his silky hair. Mmm he felt good, he loved to be shirtless, getting a nice tan, showing off in the sun. He was hot and knew it. His face and bod could get him anything he wanted.
Now where the fuck was Chris? He had his favorite trunks on- showed off his round ass, not to mention thick cock as he swung his racket around. Why was that asshole taking so long? Hopefully they’d just skip the practice and move on to the locker room activities. Then James would really give Chris what he wanted.
That’s it bro, he’s draining you of everything in your brain. Gonna leave you a perfect JOCKBOY once you shoot your load in his hot ass. You’ll be just like him then.
wait NO WHAT?!!! nnnoooooo… I can’t… FUCK… gunna cum… fuck fuck… I can’t…. I can’t… resist… fuck gonna shoot bro!!!… FUUUUUUUUUCK! … bro that was STUPID HOT!
“God James did you need to make the bath tub so hot” said Daniel annoyed
“I’m sorry I like hot baths” Replied James
“Would you two stops! We need to all get in and then add the professor’s hair” Said Russel
James, Daniel and Russel were nerds who wanted to keep getting smarter by any means. One day James came across a concoction. Essentially a liquid that once you add a part of someone’s DNA to, the liquid then takes it on. Then once a host touches the liquid it is absorbed into them, adding the DNA to the host. The nerds intended to add their professor’s DNA to themselves to become more intelligent. They managed to get one of his old hairs. All that was needed was for them to get into the bath and add the liquid, then add the hair. Because all 3 of them would be in the bathtub they wouldn’t absorb too much DNA, just enough to make them more intelligent.
“Ok so pour in the stuff” said Daniel, Russel poured the bottle of liquid in the bath, the crystal water turning dark blue
“Ok so that part worked” said James
“Now to get in”
“Wait what about, Max” said Daniel
Max was the nerds straight jocky roommate. He was a big broad guy, he had fit worked out body, he had nicely styled dark brown hair, brown eyes and was quite hairy all over. He was smelly, disgusting and dumb. He didn’t care about anything that made him think too hard. He mostly focused on sport and working out. The nerds mostly ignored him when they could. But he spoke to them whenever he saw them. He had an innocence to him. He may have been a big guy but he was never aggressive.
“What? That big brute won’t do anything, probs at the gym” Said Russel
“The gym is closed though” said Daniel
“Well he probs chasing after some girls. Now take off your clothes” Said James
Daniel and Russel looked at James blankly.
“the stuff needs to be absorbed into the skin, so yes we are all going to need to be naked for this”
“It’s just a bit weird since we’re… you know… gay”
“What? it’s not like we’re sexually active in any way. What’s more important, getting in a tub naked once and being intellectually superior or being dumb?”
“I see your point”
Russel, Daniel and James all stripped and sat in the bath tub. James sat in the middle, while Daniel sat on the Right and Russel on the left.
“Ok then put the hair in”
Daniel took the hair out the jar and dropped in the dark blue liquid. The hair burned up but nothing happened.
“Is this it?” said Daniel
“I don’t get it? I did all the tests”
“Well you fucked up”
The boys began arguing and bickering amongst themselves. At the same time however, Max had gotten back realizing the gym was shut. He was incredibly horny. He got out his phone, put on some straight porn and began rubbing his dick. As he approached climax, he knew he needed to go and release in the toilet, otherwise the nerds would complain again. He rushed over to the toilet ignoring the arguing inside and pushed open the door. The nerds forgot to lock it. He went over to the toilet. However, he felt 3 pairs of eyes on him, he looked to the side and saw the nerds all in the bath, naked and horrified.
“Woah, what ya doin bro’s” said max, not caring at all
“What are you doing? you big idiot” shouted Russel
“Havin a wank”
“I see that but in here?”
“Well you complain if I do it anywhere else”
“Well we’re doing a serious science experiment” said James
“A failed one you mean” replied Daniel
“Oh what’s this experiment?”
“We’re trying to gain more intelligence by adding DNA to this liquid so we gain the prof intelligence… oww” James hit Russel hard
“Don’t tell him that” Said James sharply
“It’s not like he’s gonna do much” Russel replied
Max thought hard for a minute.
“So, you’re saying the liquid in the tub would you like someone else if they added their DNA to it.”
“yes”
A grin appeared on Max’s face. He turned his whole-body round to face the bath and held his dick again.
“Max what are you doing”
“Don’t worry little bro’s, I have all the DNA for you” Max started rubbing his dick towards Russel and James.
“No… no don’t do that” cried Russel, who put his hand out to stop it, but it wasn’t enough. Max’s dick exploded, releasing cum in the bath near James and Russel who looked shocked. Daniel also looked quite shocked but he was mostly clean. Although Max decided to let the last bit drip over him. The cum dispersed into the liquid.
“Do you know what you have done?” said James coldly to Max, now terrified
The liquid started squeezing the three boys, before being absorbed into their skin. Russel and James started to change first. Russel’s legs and feet began growing out over the bath. Becoming slightly hairy in the process. His body becoming fitter, more worked out as well. His abs became slightly defined while his man boobs sucked in. His face becoming sharper and eye color changing to become brown like Max’s. His hair color changed to dark brown as well, he put his hand in his hair and pushed it to the side. At the same time James was changing, however he became more like Max as he took more of his DNA. James’ legs grew and grew, while also becoming buffer and stronger. His Torso expanded, his frame becoming broader. the outline of some abs started showing, becoming more defined, and two massive pecs
exploded out further up. His arms grew larger and he gained two massive hands. His round face became slightly sharper, and most of his old blemishes and birth marks disappeared. His facial features altered to become like Max’s. His eyes turned brown, and his hair dark brown. His hair though was becoming shorter like max’s. He put his hand in made a neat hair style.
Daniel looked at them in horror. As his two friends became bigger and looked less nerdy, and started to resemble Max. Max turned to look at him with a grin.
“Don’t worry buddy, I am sure I have got some more for you” Max started rubbing his dick again. Only a few drips came out. He then started flicking it about and shaking it, one last big drop came out and it dissolved into the blue liquid with the rest. The liquid squeezed Daniel, before being absorbed into the skin. Daniels legs grew, his body started getting bigger and buffer. Like with Russel he had slightly defined abs, however he had bigger pecs, his arms became stronger. His head became sharper than the other two. His eye and hair color changed becoming brown like Max’s. His hair shortened, but it became spiky like Max’s.
All three of them had now gone physical changes all that was left was to turn their minds into Max’s. Russel and James changed first. Their knowledge and personality started draining. They became dumber and had less thought, Becoming blank. However, a jolt went into their heads. Suddenly a wild and friendly, attitude took over. They started gaining knowledge on workouts and sports, while also becoming interested in those activities. Their gayness started coming out, due to their nerdy attitudes they didn’t care for this aspect, but now all they could think about was hot men and dick. However, this was short lived as their minds altered to be like Max, instead the hot men cocks turned into hot women and boobs. They thought about fucking hot brunettes with big boobs. They thought about pussy and how good it was. James and Russel had now adopted Max’s mentality and became like to alternate clones of him.
Daniel was now going through the same mental changes. Like the other two he adopted a sporty Jock mentality. However, when it came to his sexuality. When he started visioning dicks and hot men, he also viewed women the same. Slowly he came to desire fit men and women. he started seeing hot brunettes with big boobs and started seeing big buff dudes with big dicks.The boys all looked like alternate clones of Max when they finished. The blue liquid had now all been absorbed and none of them had the know how to make more, meaning they were now stuck like this. Although they became very content with their new life within an hour.
“woah boys looking good. How we feelin bro’s”
“Awesome bro” they all said together while raising their thumbs. The boys accepted their new lives as jocks. They were all disgusting and had unclean rooms. They rarely washed, but they partied every chance, worked out every day, they scored on the pitch, and in the sheets with beautiful women, except for Dan who scored with dudes on many occasions. Life for the boys was better.
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“Go make us a sandwich bitch” Shouted Andy
“Go fuck yourself Andrew” shouted Charlotte
Charlotte slammed the front door and left her house. She had become very annoyed with her brother and his bro’s. They all treated her like shit. This was due to the family’s conservative and misogynistic values, and well most of the town. Her family though was the worst, her parents made Andy a priority since he was the boy, he would be making money while she was expected to be a housewife. And while she herself was a strong conservative she didn’t like her brother being a priority. Especially as well since she was being made to do all his things, from washing his clothes to making him a snack on demand. However, Andy wasn’t really as conservative as their parents hoped, he just enjoyed controlling his sister. He annoyed her so much she had to leave the house. All her friends were the same, obedient to their parents and did what was asked of them. she had one friend though, Alister. He was her gay friend who was nice and honest with her. His only problem was that he didn’t have many friends. Alister was out and proud at school, he wasn’t horrendously bullied, he was mostly outcast due to his liberal politics and his over the top camp persona. Charlotte had felt bad for him recently, he had only her to talk to, everyone else at school avoided him and it was getting to him. She decided to see if there was anything she could do and recently she found out about a potion. The potion could be added to a drink and then once drunk would turn the person into whatever they wanted. She hoped that maybe he could convince him to become a bit fitter or a bit more conservative just so he could fit in. Usually this stuff is a no go due to her conservatism, but this was Alister and he needed help. She went and bought a coca cola cherry his favorite from the corner shop and added the potion and then walked up to his house.
She knocked on the door and Alister’s mom was there.
“Oh, hi Charlotte, I’m afraid Mike wants a few words with Alister”
“Ok”
“You can come in and wait around here”
Charlotte entered and stood by the stairs. Shouting came from upstairs.
“I DON’T CARE IF YOUR GAY, YOU JUST NEED TO STOP BEING SUCH A GIRL” Shouted Mike from upstairs
A door slammed and Mike, Alister’s dad came down the stairs.
“Oh, hey Charlotte, I hope your good”
“Yeah I am”
“that’s good. Alister’s upstairs, he may be a bit upset though”
“Oh ok”
Charlotte rushed upstairs and knocked on Alister’s door.
“Hey al, it’s me can I come in ”
“Yes” whimpered Alister
Alister was sitting his bed crying. Charlotte ran over and comforted him for a bit. Once he calmed down, Charlotte could speak to him.
“tell me what’s wrong”
“My dad, is really starting to push the whole manning me up thing. He said that if I don’t start getting into a sport before summer, he will send me to a camp where they make you do it and try and man you up”
“Oh, that sounds terrible”
“Well maybe we should try to get you to do something, just to hold him off”
“I can’t. I’m me and I don’t like changing for anyone”
“Maybe there’s someone who could help”
“Well maybe me and Andy could train” Alister said quietly
“WHAT? NO WAY!!!!”
“Ok I’m sorry won’t mention it again”
“There’s plenty of others who you could look into”
Charlotte tried to get Alister to look up to other boys at school, boys that may help his transformation. From there they spent hours talking about stuff until late afternoon when Charlotte left. Before she left, she gave Alister the coca cola, not telling him about the potion, she hoped she had nudged him into thinking about trying to be like someone else.
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Alister’s perspective
After Charlotte left Alister quietly ate dinner with his family. He finished his homework and then went on to sit in bed.
“I wish I was like others. WHY CAN’T BE LIKE OTHERS!!!” Alister thought to himself
“Why Can’t I be like Andy. He’s tough, loved by every dude in school, he has conservative values everyone appreciates. But why can’t I be like him” Alister started getting upset and needed a drink he took the drink Charlotte left for him. He took a big gulp of it. He had halved the drink but he felt better. He fell back on his bed again and thought to himself about being like Andy, but this time he was angry when he thought about it.
“Why can’t I be like Andy, why because that bitch Charlotte says I can’t because she has problems with her bro. Andy is tough nut, he’s strong, athletic. He looks nice and has stylish hair and clothes, he’s popular. Sure, he’s got conservative views and a bit dumb, but he is popular and his life is simple, but if I were to be him it would be great, I could have any bro at school” Alister started picturing Andy in his head
Alister sighed
“But I will never be like that”
He popped his head on his pillows. He switched his light off and went to sleep. He tried to sleep but his body felt hot. Odd its winter. He switched on his light and tried to get up. His body from waist down was paralyzed. He took off his sheets, his legs were fine, but they felt heavy and boiling. Suddenly his upper body got hotter and then if felt like gravity gave a hard-forceful pull on him. Alister fell back hard on to his pillows looking down over his body. He looked at his feet, slowly they were growing, forcibly growing into a size 10. Then his legs began stretching out, his muscles starting to swell until his legs were buff. The feeling moved up to his cock which began growing out to 12’ making him effectively hung. His lower torso began toughening up becoming harder, an outline of abs started showing, before the heat moved up to his chest and began working on his pecs which became larger. While this happened, his body stretched out increasing his height to a solid 6’1 foot. The heat moved up to his head and down his arms. His arms stretched and buffed up just like his legs, but his head became sharper, its features defined. His hair shortened, the sides went down to a size 1, and the top shortened into a nice dark brown spiky hair do. The heat lifted from his body and went back on to his head.
“The fuck…” said Alister, realizing his voice sounded like Andy’s
What why do I sound Like Andy. He looked over to the mirror and saw he looked almost like Andy. He had a few things that separated the two from being twins. Suddenly his head was assaulted, becoming hot and foggy. His interests in Makeup, Liberal politics and doing other non-masculine activities started fading. He became panicked and started trying to reclaim them by thinking about them hard. But slowly Andy’s thoughts and interests took over. Alister thought about how this was happening.
“Oh, fuck this was all Charlotte I bet. Fucking bitch, she couldn’t accept me how I was, well it was her who made me that way and kept me down” He thought, as Andy’s mind copied itself in, his hate relationship with Charlotte was first. Then liberal politics changed to interest conservative idea’s then full belief in them. Then his makeup knowledge and interest turned into interest in working out and playing football. Alister was also a just below being a star pupil and now Andy’s dumbness started to drain that, all school knowledge was reduced to just above average, so he could pass exams, remaining knowledge of his past interests was all sucked out and instead filled with knowledge of his new interests. Football tactics, workout routines and how to be a bro.
“Fucking bitch Charlotte, that’s why I don’t go for girls, they’re fucking shit and manipulative. Although I must say I am enjoying this new body” Thought Andy angrily
Due to his love hate relationship Charlotte, conservative views and his gayness, it created a deep misogyny and mistrust of girls. Sure, bimbos were great cos they were dumb and focused on themselves but he was now hesitant to listen to Charlotte and girls like her.
Alister went to sleep, when he awoke as a bro, he forgot all about last night. His wardrobe was filled with more stylish clothes. He put them on and rushed down the stairs. When his dad saw him, he was shocked but happy that he had become more masculine so didn’t say anything. He left for school.
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Charlotte’s perspective
Charlotte awoke and got dressed thinking about what Alister would be like today. She rushed down stair, cursed her brother as she always did and left for school. She spent all day looking for him, but could not find him, as the day ended. She left school not seeing him all day. Halfway home though she got a text from her brother.
“Guess who made a new friend today”
What? What could this mean. Probably sent it to the wrong number.
As she got in there was a lot of noise in the sitting room. She went in expecting to see the usual from Andy and his bro’s, insults and banter. But when she got there Andy and his bros were all focused on one guy. He looked almost like Andy…
“hey sis like my new friend”
“who is he”
“Don’t you recognize him, it’s your friend Alister” said Andy in cocky and arrogant tone
her heart sank.
“What? That can’t be him Alister?”
“Yeah bitch I am” said Alister high fiving Andy
“b…b… but I thought we agreed that you wouldn’t be like these jerks”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Said Alister
“but I told you not to be like Andy…”
“Sis, shut up. Alister, came to me and coach this morning asking to do some tryouts, we gave him a chance he was amazing, like nearly as good as me. If this is your friend, I see why you kept him to yourself, but he ain’t yours anymore. He’s is a great guy. You just can’t appreciate those you don’t control”
“wh… what”
“Basically, sis Alister’s my bro now, get that. He’s a bro like me and the guys, not yours anymore” Andy and the other bro’s put their arms around Alister who smiled. He smiled so much, he looked happier than he ever was with Charlotte.
Charlotte’s heart sank further. Alister had become just another copy of Andy. All he would do now is be a smelly jock devoted to sports and fitness, she wouldn’t have this she needed to stop or reverse it.
“Well I hope you know that Alister’s a FAG” said Charlotte angrily
The bro’s all went Quiet. Andy looked at his sister.
“So what bitch? He’s a fucking pro footballer, absolute bro and resembles one sexy bro” said Andy fiercely
“If you didn’t know he looks just like me”
Charlotte’s heart and emotions had hit rock bottom now, she lost her best friend entirely, and to her dumb brother.
“So is this what you want Alister, A life of being some dumb jock bro”
“Bitch you just insulted me and spent your life trying to control me, course this is better”
Charlotte ran from the room upset, her plan to just make him a little more conservative had ripped him away completely. Alister called after her as she left
“Can you make us a sandwich we’re hungry” Shouted Alister, all the bro’s laughed and high fived
Alister was now Just a gay conservative dumb Jock bro
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…
As you stand in front of the sex shop that shouldn’t exist, the rain pounding on the awning and the umbrella that you’ve got over your head, you realize that the only thing it takes to be graced by the Pink Fairy is having a deep-seated fantasy and the balls to really wish for it. But as you’ll soon find out, it’s probably not a good idea to come into the shop uncertain about what you want, because if you don’t say what you want, the Pink Fairy will choose for you.
The bell over the door jingles as you enter, and the shop keeper looks up, a small smirk curling the corner of his mouth upward. “Hello,” he says, patting the counter in front of him. Your feet take you to the counter, and you stand in front of it. “So, what are you having today?” he says. You must have hesitated to speak for too long because he then cuts you off before you start speaking and says “Ah. I see.”
It’s unsettling, the way that his eyes seem to burn into your soul, but you’re powerless to resist when he comes around the counter, puts his hands on your shoulder, and walks you to a stool sitting in one corner of the shop. He sits you down on the stool and walks off, muttering under his breath about indecisive people.
He returns with a snapback and he regards you with a cool look. “This is what the boss told me to use,” he says, with a small smirk. He laughs when you ask what the price will be, and tells you not to worry. He says that you won’t be able to worry when he’s done with you, anyway. It’s weird, and it doesn’t make sense, so you just ignore the statement.
He sets the cap on your head and immediately you feel your body changing. Your clothes evaporate off your skin, leaving you in nothing but a pair of briefs that gradually grow smaller, tighter, and sexier. By the end of it, you’re wearing a jock, and the wood of the stool is tickling your hole.
You feel your body swell, your muscles growing. You’ve never been this defined before. You’ve tried, but going to the gym and sticking to a diet is very difficult. Now it looks like you’ve spent your life going daily to the gym and eating healthy. A lance of pain pierces your skull and you realize that that is what you’ve been doing this whole time. You don’t remember where you got the idea that you had been cheating on your diet and missing days at the gym, but that was definitely not you.
You rub your package through the pouch of your jock and groan as you feel the familiar fog of dumbness settle around your thoughts, making them not only much slower, but much simpler too. You grunt, chuckling dumbly to yourself as your brain empties of any semblance of intelligence, but your body continues to grow, shaping it into the perfect twunk form.
“Good boy,” says the shop keeper, patting you on the top of the head as you stare off blankly into the distance, your eyes glazed over, your body burning up with lust and arousal. Drool trickles from the corner of your lips and you suddenly wake up, the changes done to your body and mind in the dream carrying over into your reality.
You moan quietly to yourself as you fall to your hands and knees on the floor, your fingers going around your back to plunge into your hungry hole. New memories slam into your head, displacing your old ones. Memories of hours spent at work become memories spent at the gym and in front of the camera, showing off for the rest of the world to see.
Memories of pining after guys turn into memories of getting fucked in every conceivable position, over every conceivable surface, in every conceivable location. You moan loudly, your finger grazing your prostate, at which point the door to the room opens and a man walks in, chuckling, calling you a good little bitch.
You can’t care less about what he calls you. You just want the huge dick swinging between his legs. You crawl over to him and push your ass out in his direction. It doesn’t take long for him to indulge you.
As his cock slides into your chute, you feel every single dreg of your old life and any intelligence that you once had get swept away in a current of pleasure.
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You walk out of the gym and into a torrential downpour. You blink. The world around you has changed. You’re standing at the intersection between two streets that you just know, on instinct, shouldn’t exist. You look out, and you can see, in the haze of rain, the dark grey outlines of buildings illuminated by the faint pink of the city lights.
You shake your head and turn around, ready to head back into the gym, only to find that an enormous sex shop has replaced it, with a beautifully sculpted mannequin on display in the left hand window. Your feet carry you toward the store, and your hand pushes open the door before you can even think about it. The bell jingles, and the man behind the counter smiles at you.
You blink, and everything is different. You’re somewhere else. You’re home. At least, you think you are. Thinking is very difficult. Your thoughts are slow and sluggish. And your head feels so empty, as though there’s very little in the way of thoughts in there. But at the same time it feels so light. It feels so good to be empty-headed. So mindless. And so horny, you realize, as you feel your thick cock throbbing in your pants.
You look at yourself in the mirror for the first time and see an unfamiliar, young face looking back at you. You’re confused for a moment, and pain flares between your eyes. You hear, in your head, the sound of dominoes falling. One after the other. Slow at first and then faster and faster and faster and with every falling domino, you feel your doubts and your worries and your troubles popping away like delicate soap bubbles, making you dumb and horny and blissful and happy and giggly.
You giggle to yourself, lowering your pants and flexing in front of the mirror as you make your cock bob up and down by clenching and unclenching your thick muscular cheeks. You have a bit of fun, losing yourself in how good it feels, until someone comes up behind you, the coarse hair of his beard tickling the nape of your neck. “Having fun, boy?” he asks.
You giggle vapidly, letting Daddy run his hands all over your tight muscular body. It feels so good. You feel so horny. His fingers get so close to your cock, but he doesn’t touch it. You know you can’t touch it. You don’t know why, but that’s not your place to know. Daddy knows what’s best, and since you’re too dumb to do it, he does all the thinking for you.
And that’s just the way that the world works. That’s the way the world has worked since forever. A small part of you remembers your old self, but as Daddy rubs his thick cock between your muscular bubble butt, even that fragment begins to fade away.
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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.
When Jake returned from his family to his door room, his jock room-mate was already there sat watching some football game or another. Jake didn’t really know much about football, nor really care.
Jake’s room-mate didn’t beat Jake up, nor try to make his life hell, but showed the typical jock signs. Dumb. Loud. Cocky.
His room-mate gave Jake a present from Christmas. Jeering he said, “you’ll love it bro”. Rolling his eyes, Jake opened it up to reveal a baseball cap and a large tank top with “USA” written over it. The room-mate insisted he put it on properly straight away.
Jake slowly took off his top and placed the ridiculously large tank top over his body. It really was a few sizes too big, at least. He placed the baseball cap over his head. Jake’s head hurt at first, like a searing headache which caused him to hold his hands up to his head to comfort himself.
After a sharp few seconds the pain started to dull. In fact, everything started to dull. He sat down on his bed and tried to let the headache pass. The pain spread down to his arms and his chest, and his stomach. Dull pain as they inflated slowly.
The final whistle blew on his room-mates game so he shouted for Jake to get up and show him what the gear looked like on. In the dulled state of mind Jake was still in, he got up and feeling the weight of his muscles felt the slowness as he turned to face his room-mate.
Jake decided to show off and pull off the tank top, which took the baseball cap with it. Fortunately, or unfortunately, the cap had already done most of it’s work so Jake’s permanently dulled mind just put it back on and pulled a smile just like his room-mate did.
“Bro, now you’re a real bro” called his room-mate.
Fuuuuuck. It worked. It fucking worked. Dude, I didn’t think that spell was real, but here I am in Aaron’s body. Could you imagine, man? Super smart. Body to kill for. Fuck, I’ll be the king of the campus.
Man, I can’t wait to take this swole body and thick dick out for a spin, brah. Bet you ten bucks I can bring a cute twink home from the gym.
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The fuck, bro? Why am I talking like this? Ugh… Why does my head feel so hazy…
What do you mean the equipment’s limited? The spell didn’t say anything about that. Bro. Dude. What’s happening to me? Fuuuuuck… No, I don’t want to lose my intelligence. Reverse the spell!
What do you mean it’s permanent, bro?
Ugh…
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Brah, the fuck you doing standing around there? Gotta get to the gym, dude! Can’t let a body like this go!
Pfft. Why would I go to the library, bro? Too dumb for that shit.
No, I don’t want to go to your room to study, brah! I gotta get big!
Is that true, brah? I mean, I guess I do remember form health class that testostes … testosten … whatever’s in dope comes from the balls… What? Brah, stop fucking with me. Why would it go there?
Oh, duh. LOL. I shouldn’t have doubted you, bro. Come on. My room’s upstairs, bro. I want you to bury that testosterone deep in my asshole.
Oh is that what you call it, brah? Okay. If you say so, man. LOL. You’re so smart. Come on, then. I want you to fill my jockpussy up!
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