Everyone loves a cocky dumb jock boy. This is established fact.
(Request for anonymous)
He had been a nerd, in the honors society and the top 10 in class position. He was always getting picked on by the jocks, the football team and wrestlers specifically. Eventually he just got sick of it and confronted the coach about it. The coach told him he would straighten it out but once he left the coaches office he was dragged to the locker room by the football team. They forced him to change into the jersey and all the gear, pads, helmet, everything. Then they let him go onto the felid for practice.
He felt dizzy, in a haze. He felt the shoulder pads weigh down on him as his chest and arms gained more muscle. “More swole” his mind corrected. The helmet was pressing down on his brain, making it forget stuff about school but learn stuff about football. Fuck school, fuck grades, as long as he passed with a C he could stay on the team. He forgot all about his old life, it was time for practice!
(Request for thegreatstoryteller)
José was a somewhat nerdy and thin Mexican teen who’s parents had moved to the U.S. a few years ago to get away from things, legally by the way despite popular belief. The issue was that for transportation, Texas was the state they moved into. And it was all football, all American, all the time. So between getting accused of “stealing jobs” and jocks at school forcing him to climb fences to “see how he did it” he was also made fun of for his lack of muscles and interests in sports.
Finally one day he wished that he could just fit in. He would never know what being or force granted his wish (nor would he remember that he made a wish that was granted). But suddenly his olive Spanish skin lightened to white, then darkened again to a tan as if he was always outside, although still clearly white with a tan. His curly black hair straightened and became practically buzz cut. His muscles bulged and surged with energy as he grew pecs and biceps and even leg muscles. He also started getting older too though. Not too much older but he clearly wasn’t a teen anymore. He also got dumber as he felt most school knowledge drain right out of his head. It was all replaced by football and other sports that weren’t as important. His accent was replaced with a southern Texas one as he felt dumb and cocky and he grinned with power, thinking he should apply to be a coach at the high school and whip those teens into shape.
“Hey man, I’m sorry to knock on your door so early, but we’re going through the neighborhood looking for muscle workout buddies, and this is my block.”
You can tell by the look on his face the dude in the mirror that his selfie is catching isn’t what he was expecting to see today, hopefully he won’t need to worry for too long before his spiked drink gets to his head
“Huhuhhhuh mikey u look smart and shit” laughed rob as he took a photo of his friend sitting in his bosses chair, pretending to be more than a blue collar worker. “Huhuhuh me is in charge. Me muscle boss” mikey said, flexing dumbly. They heard a door shut and ran to the door back to the construction site. You would never guess Michael used to be a career driven graduate of Harvard.
I am posting this because I just remembered, I used to be smart. I used to be a 3.8 GPA in high school. And I was in college for…uh…biology, that’s it biology. Then when I was in the library some football guys started talking to me and one of them injected me with something.
When I woke up I was in the locker room talking to coach to join the team. I’ve been obsessed with muscles, and football. I had no control over myself, I changed my major to sports health, my grades were slipping but I stayed in because of a football scholarship the coach got for me. It’s been weeks and I just got control over myself please I have to warn people and post this before…uh….before….the game? Huhuh that’s right the game, but I’m all swole and strong so is everyone so we are gonna win! We are BEASTS! Huhuhuh
Man, stevens acting strange. I know I fucked up. But why is he so nice to me? And why the fuck is he giving me this new sneakers? I thought he would never speak to me again after I broke his computer with his bachelor thesis. I should try them out now? Why? Well better do it before he gets angry.
Ohh, they fit perfectly but I fe-feeel kinda… dizzy…. the shoes are… glowing? What is… what is… woah… why is it so hot here? I feel like I melt…. Better take off my hoodie…. man, have I always been so ripped? No, no, Im changing. Thats… thats not… normal, isn’t it? Why is steven smiling? *moan* Oh, it feels sooooo good! Im getting so…. hard! My abs… my arms… my ass… and my… my… *moan* Cock! Now my clothes change too? Steven is speaking to me… yeah… Jocks always wear sports gear… yeah im a good… hard… jock… Yes… im his jock… im his slave… I obey master… Im his!
“Oh boy. Yes, I had been angry after you broke my PC. I had been furious. All my work on mind control clothing gone! To still pass I had to make an practical experiment. Im glade you were available to test my thesis. You have broken my computer and now I have broken your mind. There is nothing left inside you, isn’t it?” *moan* “yes… master… Im empty, I… I… I! *moan* Obey!” “Good boy, now give me a little show. Cum all over yourself. Wait, keep the shoes clean! Maybe I need another test subject!”
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