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!
– told ya big bro!
Something I found online it’s funny and kinda tf related. For anyone who watches my hero acadamia. Bakugo corrupting Deku’s personality by training with him.
(Art not mine, if this is yours and you dont like it being on my blog message me and I’ll remove it)
Some gay-to-straight hypno frat bro TF for @hypnohepcat
Don’t worry, Marty’ll be fine. Someday. Also this is like super kinky, I’m experimenting with boundaries :U
Totally love the images of his brain changing. Literally showing a new him on the inside and changing the thoughts around. It’s a total fantasy of mine but hard to do cause it’s kinda symbolism.
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.
“Come on Josh… I didn’t know you
wanted to go to the gym tonight. We were just supposed to the movies,” Peter
whined. He hated how much time Josh spent in the gym. It seemed unhealthy. But
every time Peter would bring that up Josh would just flex his arms asking if
they looked unhealthy. No. The answer was always no.
“C’mon man. I couldn’t go to the
gym today. Besides I got like four free days for friends,” he said, “You don’t
even have to pay.”
It really wasn’t up to Peter to
decide what they were doing. Josh was driving. There really wasn’t another way for
him to get back home. Instead he’d have to think of something that might get
Josh to do something else. “I don’t have anything to wear. I don’t want to get my
polo all sweaty and gross.”
Josh instantly started digging in
his back seat. “Don’t worry about it. I’ve got just the thing.” He pulled out a
sweaty old muscle shirt and some fabric shorts. There was no way they had been
washed for a while. Dirt clung to the side of the shirt while sweat
stained the shorts. Hopefully it was sweat. “You can wear these,” he smiled while tossing them at
Peter’s chest.
“I can…” Peter said dumbfounded.
“These are definitely clothes that I can put on.” He had a distinctly
disgusted tone to it but Josh didn’t care. It was time for his workout. He led
little Peter into the gym.
“Locker room over there. I’ll
wait for you out here.”
Josh always used a lot of hand gestures when giving directions.
“I’m going to get started and if I finish fast enough we
can still go see that movie.” Peter
was feeling like he should protest but only knew it would make Josh take even
longer. Bitterly, he drug his feet on his way to the locker room.
There were so many big guys all
over the place Peter couldn’t really believe what kind of gym this was. Sure he
expected there to be some guys like Josh but it was like everyone. Peter kept
his eyes front. He didn’t want to be caught checking all of the other guys.
That would just make him feel even more embarrassed.
Peter waited a few moments before
started taking his clothes off. Shyness was practically what he was known for
in high school. He thought back and wondered how he was friends with someone
like Josh. This was the first time he’d actually stepped into a gym that you
had to pay for. However his mind quickly changed to the smell of the shirt Josh
had given him. It completely assaulted his senses.
“This. Has not. Been. Washed,” Peter
blankly said holding the foul smelling shirt away from his body. He looked at
it completely disgusted. “Ugh,” he groaned knowing he would have to spend at least
an hour here whether he wore it or not. He weighed his options again. Sitting
awkward at a gym with a bunch of buff dudes in khakis and a polo, or actually
trying this shirt on and walking on a treadmill.
“Fine…” he groaned as he pulled the shirt closer.
It was absolutely massive on him. He couldn’t help but laugh at how stupid he
looked. Josh weighed like twice as much as him. Of course his shirt wouldn’t
fit him properly.
“Bro’s got a massive stank too,” he
laughed. “Needs more body spray.” His voice deepened as he checked himself out
in the mirror. His muscles looked like they were lacking today. It was a good
thing that Josh suggested going to the gym. He flexed for himself checking them
out. For some reason they seemed so much smaller than usual. “Nah man, It’s
just cause Josh is so big,” he tried easing his ego. Really the shirt wasn’t
that big. He tried a different pose in the mirror. He wanted to flex his chest.
His pecs were feeling tight. With another pose the shirt fit him even better.
Another laugh bellowed out of him.
“Da fuck am I thinkin? Shirts mine. Fits like a glove. I musta left it in his
back seat when we played football the other day. That’s why it’s so wicked
dirty.” He lifted up his shirt and slapped his abs. “Bro wishes he was as
jacked as me. He’s got the height but I got the real bod.” He flexed again,
“Damn right.”
Peter left the locker room feeling
pretty good. He felt like he had energy to work out all night. “BRO!” he
shouted across the gym.
“BRO!” Josh shouted back. The two
beat their chests laughing. They were ready for a long night of working out.
Robert rolled his eyes as he walked through the mens care store. It was stuffed with vitamins, douchey hair gel products, axe body spray and skinpy work out clothes. Items that the nerdy 16 year old would never use in his life or so he hoped but this was the last store on his application roadtrip and all others had rejected him so far. He really needed this summer job to save up for a new gaming pc. The large man working the counter glanced down at him with humor in his eyes.
“You sure youre in the right place son?” He chuckled kindly before offering Robert a vitamin which he graciously ate hoping to improve his odds of being hired. After selling his case as best he could the man simply shook his head. “Sorry but you’re not ready for this job yet, come back when you are.”
Robert fumed at his casual rejection and the stupid store, storming home to hop on a game. The anger must be ruining his focus he thought because every match he played he did worse and worse as his teammates mocked him. Eventually, he just couldn’t focus on this game, it was suddenly so boring to him. Even his stupid clothes weren’t fitting right.
His button up was stretched out and his feet ached in his shoes. He decided to turn on the TV and turned it to ESPN, a strange choice for him. Somehow he followed every word and got into the steam room talks about whose who in the athlete world. Normally he’d find sports gossip a bore to listen to but he clung to every word, not noticing be was slowly unbuttoning his shirt, letting his suddenly bronzed chest finally breathe. He felt great with the air against his chest, why the hell was he wearing a shirt? His formerly thin chest was now graced by two firm, protruding pecs and hardened abs. The start of his teenage treasure trail was expertly waxed to show off his hard work. Hair only covered muscle. He casually yawned, pulling the shirt completely off and flexing as hard muscles poked out of his darkening arms and his fragile gamer fingers got tough, calloused and thick. Standing up he didn’t realize he was now 6’2, nor that his now size 12 feet hard already torn through his too small shoes.
He lazily kicked off the remains, breathing in the sweaty jock scent that slowly permeated his room, it washed over his action figures and comic books making them sports magazines and play boys. His computer evaporated and was replaced with wrestling and baseball trophies. He grew slightly older. The now 18 year old Robbie grinned at the new full length mirror in his room, showing a bright cocky grin as he spiked up his hair into a typical messy gym boy style. He grasped his now monstrous package, moaning and closing his now dark somewhat blank dull eyes. When he opened them his faced changed and his new pretty jock face was staring back at him, the face that fell man and woman alike to come back after a work out session to ride a real gym machine.
A sudden phone call snapped him out of his self admiration. Shit, it was his boss, he was late for work again. He walked back down to the store, enjoying the glances he got being barefoot and shirtless as only his shorts survived the change. Smelling like the hormone driven man he was. His boss was such a cool guy, he provided him with a brand new uniform singlet and shoes when he showed up and then it was back to work. Showing everyone the body they can get by shopping here he pulled mad sales.
Sam opened the mass Snapchat from Gary. “Shirtless indoors?” Was the caption displayed over Gary’s dumb, grinning face. Despite their friendship Sam and Gary couldn’t be more different, Sam was a nerdy senior about to graduate in biochemistry and Gary was a carefree freshman without a major. Sam was often annoyed at Gary who was big hearted but kind of dumb and still acted like a high school jock boy, always shirtless and working his muscles on his pull up bar or his dick on a new girl.
For some reason the message got into Sam’s head and he found himself asking, “shirtless indoors?” Sam suddenly grabbed a pull up bar from under his bed, the same one Gary had given him once as a gift that he had never used and stuck it in his doorway, lifting himself up. His skinny arms ached from the unusual exercise but with each lift they seemed to swell, veins flaring out as the pasty, oily skin became clear, young and tan.
Shirtless indoors?
Sam thought again, as it echoed in his head, feeling a new temptation to take his shirt off for no reason. The thought got louder until Sam couldn’t help but slide his shirt up and off his slim body, as it passed over his frail chest two firm jock boy pecs burst forward and hard abs formed under them. His previously shaved stomach sprouted a fine treasure trail leading down into his shorts. Sam became absorbed in his reflection, watching his pecs bounce the way Gary’s did and seeing his shoulders broaden. He didn’t seem to notice or care as he got younger and shorter, it only made his muscles stand out more. He carelessly kicked off his old nerdy shoes which no longer fit his slightly bigger feet. He turned and watched his legs expand with strong, stout calves and thighs, and his rear formed a perfect muscular bubble butt. Sam felt a dopey grin take over his face while his intellect dulled and he groomed his new curly locks, the grease dissolving into ample hair gel, forcing his hair up. He pulled on a new hat letting it sit on his hair and sent out a new snap “Shirtless indoors?” Unintentionally spreading the infectious message.
It didn’t take much
for Calvin to get intimidated. Just walking into the gym seeing all the huge
guys working out made him want to turn around and walk right back out. However
one of those big guys was right behind him making his exit a little bit harder
than he anticipated. He wanted to leave but somehow found himself right in the
middle of the gym. Guys were walking all around him completely unaware of his
presence.
“Well at least some things don’t
change,” he mumbled to himself.
Standing in the middle of the gym made him feel
so strange. Watching all the guys work so hard to lift weights. Their muscles
were working at their peak. Calvin felt a pang of jealousy. He’d love to be
like them but didn’t have the will power to do it.
“Sup, bro,” a deep voice came from
behind Calvin. He practically jumped feeling like someone was about to attack
him. The guy gave him a deep laugh. “Not used to guys coming at you from
behind, eh?” He laughed even harder like he’d just said some kind of joke.
“Uhhhh… No?” Calvin couldn’t help
but make it a question. He had no idea how to respond to that. He felt like he
understood what the bodybuilder meant but didn’t know how to respond. This place was
completely out of his element. He wasn’t used to being around guys like this.
The guy was absolutely massive standing in front of him. He had to be on like
all the college sports teams. Calvin stared trying to think of something to
say.
“First time here, lil buddy? Pretty
intimidating, huh?” the guy didn’t seem to care about what he had to say. “I’ll
show you around,” he wrapped his large arm around Calvin’s shoulder’s leading
him to the other side of the gym. Then he took his hat off and put on onto Calvin’s
head. Calvin tried to adjust so the bill face forward but the guy twisted it
back. “Like this buddy. Looks way cooler.”
Calvin just nodded. He stared back
at the door trying to figure out how to escape the large man’s arm. However the giant turned him around so easily that Calvin completely forgot what he was looking at. “First things first little buddy. You gotta look the part. I don’t
like seeing you come in here all lonely and depressed looking. That’s no way to
train. You gotta look confident.”
“But I…
“Don’t wanna hear it.” He
completely cut Calvin off. “First rule of being big is think big. Got it?”
Calvin nodded, “Good boy!” he gave Calvin a hard slap to the back. “Now I want
you to give me an intimidating stance.”
“What?” Calvin had no idea what
that could even mean by that. “But I’m not…”
“No negatives!” Calvin wanted to
interject but the guy kept talking. “We only deal
with cans. You can do it. Got it?” Calvin nodded. He wasn’t really one to look
tough. If he ever tried, his scrawny frame allowed others to put him back in
his place. But this guy had the utmost confidence in him. He almost didn’t want
to let him down.
Giving his best bad boy attitude,
Calvin threw his shoulders back and flexed his body. He looked more constipated
than intimidating. The other guy couldn’t help but give a chuckle. “C’mon man.
You can do it. Don’t think so hard about it. Just shoulder’s back.” Calvin felt
the big strong hands on his back as he straightened his posture. The position
he was placed in felt so much more natural than what he had put himself into.
“And tip you head up a little bit.”
Calvin looked at his face again.
Had he really forgotten to shave this morning? Not that it really mattered. The
light scruff on his face gave him a more angular appeal. He was a pretty
handsome dude. Most people couldn’t help but notice. And it was always a nice feeling when someone else’s hands run through the extra hair when they made out. He tossed
his head back again grinning at how cool he looked in his hat. It did look so
much better that way.
“And flex.”
In an instant Calvin flexed his
entire body. He felt a surge of power through him. Every part of him bulged.
His clothes ripped clean off him. The huge muscle stud stood in the middle of
the gym completely naked. Part of him didn’t care though. It’s not like any of
the other guys in the gym hadn’t seen something like this before. Besides being
naked was more of a natural state for him. Why shouldn’t he show off his hard
work to others?
“YEAH BOI!” the guy shouted holding
his hand up for a high five. Naturally Calvin returned it with a loud clap
filling the gym. No one seemed to even notice.
“Fuck yeah! Don’t know what was wrong
wit me! Just feeling down I guess,” Calvin shot back. “Hopefully this isn’t a
problem.” He motioned down his huge naked body. Veins seemed to be bursting out
of all his muscles. Every part of him was absolutely massive. The guy didn’t
seem to mind.
“Nah man. Shit like that happens
all the time. I’ll get you some extra clothes.” He smiled at Calvin.
“Bro. Can’t I just stay like this?”
Calvin quipped back.
“Dude! I wish! But can’t.
Regulations or whatever. C’mon. I’ll get you some new clothes that fit you,” He
wrapped his arm around Calvin’s shoulder leading him to the locker room. For a
second Calvin wondered why they were eye level. And why his arm didn’t seem to
wrap as tightly around him. But he shook the feelings off. Him and his buddy
had been training together for years. He was probably just thinking about
something else.
Feel your body exploding with muscle…. tightening up…. your face changing….
Realize that even your clothes are transforming. Your nerdy skinny jeans are turning into a high-end pair of athletic sweatpants… A tight fitted cap appears on your head…
No need for a shirt any more… not with a body like that…
As the transformation finishes, allow your old self to melt completely away, becoming the perfect gym bro you have always wanted to be….
Put the phone away now. Flip that baseball cap around. Go lift some weights with your bros. Get pumped up.
Muscle Tf Lover 