Intro to Advertising

    Shit! I’m late. I grab my coffee, take a seat at my desk and open my laptop. Another semester of online classes… great. I like college. I swear I do. I’ve always been the smartest kid in the class. No other student’s brains compare to mine. That kinda sounds conceited but it’s true! I was top of the class last year. And I intend on keeping that title. No one will stop me.

    I load up Zoom and enter in the meeting code. First module of semester 2… “Intro to Advertising” it reads. Ten minutes late. No one’s gonna notice, right? The call finishes loading. I am met with the faces of fifteen other students. 

    “Looks like we have a latecomer.” The professor scoffs. “Eh… let’s see what your name is… Robert? Is that right?”

    I sit there like a deer in headlights, quickly regretting entering the class at all. I stare blankly at the screen before deciding to bite the bullet.

    “Yeah, that’s me. Sorry for being lat-“

    “We started ten minutes ago, Robert. This isn’t the best first impression. We’ve already started the discussion without you.” 

    We sat in silence for what felt like an eternity. “Sorry” I smile awkwardly and turn off my microphone. Other students in the call smirk and snicker.

    What a dick. I was ten minutes late. I’ve never been called out like that before. In fact, I’m usually never late. This was the first time. And he still made a mockery of me. Jeez. Screw this guy. 

    I had never seen him before either. He sat upright in his chair as his bulging muscles strained against his shirt. He was in surprisingly good shape for his age. He looked around forty, maybe fifty? He’s basically bald but his body seems hairy. I can see his thick forearms covered with jet black fur and a tuft of chest hair poking out of his shirt . His beard is manly and thick. His voice was deep and commanding. He might have been hot but he was still a prick for calling me out.

    “So, as I was saying.” He glared at me. “Let’s discuss target demographics. When selling a product, businesses target their adverts towards specific groups based on factors such as income, age, race, sexual orientation and occupation.”

    The moustached professor continued on with his big spiel. I passively took notes from the slides until I heard the dreaded words.

    “Robert!” The professor sarcastically smiled. “How about we use you as an example?”

    I let out a fake smile. Fuck. Why me? I unmuted myself. “Sure”

    “Perfect.” The professor smiled and leaned back on his chair.

    “Let’s say… I’m selling gym equipment, okay? And you’re my target demographic.” The professor smirks a devilish grin. “Let’s say your name is Jackson, okay?”

    “Okay… my name is Jackson” I passively agree. Something about the professor’s words… they just spiralled in my head. Repeating. Spinning round and round in my mind.

    “Class.” He addressed the rest of the students. “If I’m trying to sell gym equipment to Jackson. What kind of target demographic do you think he’s is in?”

    Brad, the class jock, chimes in. “I’d say Jackson would be big and muscular. Like big pecs… and biceps and stuff.”

    I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. Does he not hear how stupid that answer is? He sounds more like this supposed ‘Jackson’ than I do. I reach up and scratch my chest but something seems… off. I look down at my chest. It seems… swollen? It doesn’t normally look this big. I thought I was wearing an oversized shirt today. But it looks totally normal on me now. It fits me to a T. I lay my hand on my obsencely big chest, letting my fingers sink into my new fat pecs. Now that I’m looking, my hands seem unusually large too. My hands are supposed to be small and thin. I shouldn’t have thick fat sausage fingers. They’re huge! My eyes travel up my arm to see my huge biceps. My once think skinny arms are now monstrous beasts. I look like I lift weights every day, like one of those dumb jocks. Are people seeing what’s happening to me? Am I going crazy?

    Brad continued rambling on about this ‘Jackson’ character. What better person to describe a jock, than a jock. “Jackson would also like… hate wearing shirts, bro. He’d wanna show off that big bod of his. He’d be just like me and the other bros.”

    Suddenly, I feel the need to strip for my class. I want to just pull off my shirt and show them these new big muscles. Oh God, what’s happening to me? I can’t be actually turning into this fake ‘Jackson’… can I? That’s crazy. And yet, I can’t help but feel the need to just show off my beastly body. Maybe, I can just take it off for a bit. I can just show my muscles and then put it back on… yeah, totally. That’s not weird. People should see my body. It’s gonna feel so good to show off.

    I grab the bottom of my t-shirt and strip, putting my body on full display for everyone to see. I can’t deny, it feels to right to be shirtless. I don’t even want to think about covering myself up. I should just stay like this for the rest of the class. It won’t hurt anyone. I bounce my new tits playfully at the camera.

    “So, would a business target something like a book towards someone like Jackson?” The professor watches my bouncing tits and smiles.

    Callum, the posh kid, scoffs. “Jackson probably doesn’t even know how to read. He just spends all day at the gym. Flexing his muscles and jerking off to porno mags.” 

    As I absentmindedly play with my tits, I hear movement across the room. The noise is emanating from my bookshelf. I’ve spent years trying to fill it up. It’s got every book you can imagine. That bookshelf is one of the reasons for my grades. It’s filled with every literary classic you can imagine, from The Great Gatsby to Jane Eyre. The noise from the bookcase only grows louder. The books start vibrating. As if each book is trying to wiggle its way out of the shelf and onto the floor. My huge body sits helplessly in front of the Zoom call. I focus in on my favourite book, The Catcher in the Rye. I’ve been in love with that book ever since I was younger. I watch it wiggle and struggle as it slowly creeps closer to the edge. With one final wiggle, the book falls off the shelf and towards the floor. As the book falls, it elongates and becomes thinner. As it hits the floor, I hear a loud thud. I look down at the ‘book’ in horror. The book is now nothing more than a gay porn magazine. I try to think of the book it was before… but I can’t remember. All my knowledge of the book is gone. As if I had never read it. Each literary classic falls of the vibrating bookshelf. Each one of them becoming gay porn magazines as they hit the floor. With each thud, my brain shrinks a little bit more. All my literary knowledge is gone and now replaced by images of big cocks and fat fuckable asses.

    The thuds become too overwhelming for my brain to handle. I panic after seeing I had drooled all over my laptop. I glance back at the Zoom call to see everyone staring at me. Some students were laughing. Some were scoffing. They now saw me as some big dumb brute. 

    My jaw drops open, becoming slacked and lazy. I’m left looking like a dumb ape who can only breathe through his mouth. My brain feels so small now. As if the words of my professor and classmates have just drained my IQ. My head is beginning to feel so light. So floaty. Airy. It feels so… goooooooooood. Huhuhu, I cahnt stap dreeewlinggg, brah. My hed is sooooh emmmptyyy, broooh. 

    “Everyone is completely correct.” The professor smiles. “Jackson would be in the target demographic of dumb gym buffs in their early 20s.” 

    “Huhuhuhu yehhhh I ammmm” I chuckled dumbly.

    “Now Jackson, thank you for accepting to be our example for this class. But this degree is for smart, hardworking students. So, we won’t be needing you from here on out.”

    “Huhuhuhu, okaaayyyyy, sirrrrr. Taht makezz senze” I slurred.

    “Alright, Jackson. Say goodbye to the class.”

    “Byyyyyeeeee, brahs” I dumbly chuckle before Zoom closes.

    ‘You have been kicked from the call’ appears on the screen. I chuckle, grab one of the porno magazines off the floor and begin beating my 9 inch cock until I shoot my thick potent load all over it.


    Jackson was now nothing more than a dumb smelly college drop out. The apartment which was once full of academic papers and literary classics was now littered with dirty underwear, gay porno mags and video games. By the end of the class, no one even remembered the high-achiever Robert. They only remember his new self, Jackson, the dumb fuckable jock who would never amount to anything in life.


    Hey, first of all you're one of my favorite tf blogs on Tumblr. Second maybe you could do a transformation story where after a few years a jock brother turns his nerd brother into his twin forcefully

    John and Josh were brothers but you'd never tell from looking at them. John was on the college baseball team and sleeping throug a degree in sports medicine while going to all the parties and getting drunk all the time. Meanwhile Josh was quiet and intelligent, nearing the end of his masters in marine biology and looked little like his brother from all the days locked in his room studying. John wanted to change this though so he could have a brother to party and meet hot girls with so for his birthday he guilted Josh to come to the bating range with him. John egged him into giving it a try and to his surprise he was good, hiting the balls like it was nothing. He didnt notice with each swing the years started to fall of him. Early wrinkles and the bags under his eyes from stress disappearing as the bit of fat sucked in and turned to pure muscle. It wasn't long before the sweaty Josh pulled off his shirt revealing big tan pecs and abs that looked identical to his brother's.  "Woah when did I get so muscular?" He started to get scared as his face got handsome and chiseled, becoming identical to John in every way. His body got buff, tan and tall. Soon his mind started to go. He forgot all about school and smarts and only cared about sports and hot sorority girls. The new dumb jock blinker open his eyes and gave a dull grin.  "Best birthday ever twin bro!" John smiled, finally he had a bro to be proud of.

    If you had one word - just one word - to describe yourself, what word would you use?

    Man, that’s a tough one, bro, I dunno.  I guess alot of my friends would say I’m a typical bro, you know, I like all the bro things that bros do, I kinda bro out alot, especially since I met him, yknow?  Even though it don’t really feel like it’s only since I met him, it’s more like it’s been happening in slow motion for my whole life, if that makes any sense, you know?  Like a sleeper thing, like it was asleep in me, and just like, woke up, sorta, when I met my bro.  So I guess I’d say bro, that’d be a good word to describe me, cuz it doesn’t only describe me but it describes my bro too.  Two halfs, one whole.  You dig?

    Okay, sure.  I’m not really sure I - exactly follow your train of thought, but okay.  Next question.  With whom in your life would you say you are closest?  It could be a roommate, or a –

    That’s a easy one!  Totally my bro.  We do fuckin everything together.  We even share clothes.  Work out together, climb shit together, go hiking, play ball - football, baseball, basketball.  He says he’s gonna teach me how to skate, too, so we can even play hockey together.  How fuckin sweet is that?  We’re gettin big together, like crazy.  Already pretty ripped.  Been takin these awesome supps that my bro gave me.  You outta try em, bro.  You work out?

    I, sure, yeah.  Go to the gym.  Not real regular, but I work out some.  But this isn’t about me, it’s about you.

    Oh yeah.  I forgot again.  Just sayin, bro, you could probly use some of these awesome supps.  You look like you could be pretty big.  If you wanted to, yknow.

    Have you always been such a workout junkie?

    Huhuhuhuh workout junkie.  That’s a funny way to put it, bro.  Dya mind if I call you bro, bro?  I guess I just kinda call everyone bro now.  Huhuh, even chicks.  It’s cool though. 


    Uh, sorry bro.   What was the question again?

    Have you always been such a … uh - did you always, yknow.  Uh, workout.  Alot.  I mean, your guns are fuckin huge.

    Fuck yeah, right?  Look even better when I flex.  Been workin the bis extra hard lately with bro.  See?

    Wow.  Fuck.  That’s, uh, yeah.  Fuck.

    Yeah bro!  Uh, you sportin a little wood there, bro, huhuh, you like what you see? Yeah, it’s cool, bro.  You wanna just kinda stick your hand in your shorts and mess around a bit, that’s cool, bro.  How ya feelin?

    Uhhhh … fuck … good, bro real fuckin good …

    Fuck yeah bro!  Maybe you can come workout with me an my bro sometime, shape up your guns.  Hey, so what’d you say you were interviewin me for anyway?

    Uh, the school … paper.  Fuck.  Fuuuuck.  Your friends, they wanted to know … fuck …. where you’d gone …

    Yeah, bro.  Uh, what friends?  What paper? 

    Yeah … what friends.  What paper.

    Yeah bro!  Hey, I got a hat for you.  It’s just like the one my bro gave me when I met my bro.  It’s cool, right?

    Fuck yeah

    Says “REBORN.”

    Reborn, bro.

    Fuck yeah!   

    @mybois2 You invited yourself over thinking I could change you. I told you it wasn’t anything I was doing, but let you come in to hang anyway. Turns out you were fun to talk to, if not a little nervous, and we had a lot in common- beyond just the affinity for muscle. But you insisted you wanted to change. So I told you I found a new track online that you might like. As you started to listen the music it did it’s work. Any trace of fat melted off you as the beat pulsed through your veins and your muscles toned and pulsed larger. The loud reverb even shook your clothes, your shirt shimmering into nonexistance and your jeans slowly sliding shorter and shorter up your toning legs. For a second you had a panicked look in your eyes. Maybe it was a little regret as you felt the music pound in your head, rewriting your personality, emptying it of any knowledge or intellect you ever had. But the bulge in those shrinking shorts was already throbbing larger with each pulse of the bass bass and the need was taking over as you’re eyes glazed over with lust. Too bad, I kinda liked hanging with who you were, not just the dumb cocky jock you’re about to become. But the music’s not even done yet. There’s a whole album to listen to and a whole lot more muscle if you want it. And of course now all you want is more. Maybe I’ll unplug the headphones and let it play on the speaker so we can listen together.


    I have been on so many tinder dates I’m beginning to lose track, but I’m not going to stop anytime soon. You see, I don’t actually go on the dates to find love, instead I go on it to improve the tinder pool for others in the area.

    I purposely match with guys who are on the lower scale of attractiveness, to put it politely. Take Gareth here, not even a few minutes ago he was a small and frail boy, with a face covered in acne and a large nose that took up a large proportion of his body. He was so unconfirmed, I had to use my magic to force him here as he wasn’t going to show up otherwise.

    Anyway, the first thing I changed was the face, I made him more attractive, gave him a good jaw line and a beard, although I quickly removed that as it didn’t suit what I was going for.

    I tidied up his messy and greasy hair, and shortened it slightly, he was looking good so far. I smiled as I looked him over. God he was so skinny, adding some muscle to his frame I could see them growing under his ill fitting shirt. It was hard to see the actual growth, so I quickly swapped out his shirt for a vest top.

    Much better, his muscles were slightly larger than I had intended, but he looked good. He looked uncomfortable wearing just the vest. Duh, I had given him muscles and a face any guy would kill to have, but not the confidence and cockiness to go with it.

    That soon changed and he was soon flexing his muscles for me, showing them off at every angle. I was about to call it quits and break him in, but a guy on the other corner of the restaurant gave me an idea.

    I added a whole muscle sleeve to him left are and a chest piece before finally calling it quits, I was happy, I mean it was my first time adding tattoos onto someone but I think it worked out alright… no, let’s see what his new body is like in the bedroom so I can make some adjustments to other areas as well.

    Fixing up a new bro

    “What day is it, bro?” asked Brad impatiently.

    “It’s Tuesday, Brad,”  Jimmy smirked, trying to contain his laughter.

    “How many days is that from Friday?”  he continued dumbly.

    “It’s three days, Brad,” Jimmy couldn’t continue to hold in his laughter.

    “Ugh, thanks bro,” mumbled Brad, before jumping back on his couch and sulking.

    Jimmy smiled as he watched his hulking brute of a roommate wonder back to the couch. Jimmy found Brad to be oddly cute. He couldn’t tell if it was his muscled body that he spent days in the gym building for football practice or his simple-minded naivety. Either way, Jimmy found him hot.

    Jimmy went back to his laptop and continued studying. Brad sat on his phone, probably looking for hot babes to bang or for any local parties. Jimmy felt slight disappointment realising that he would never get to screw or be with Brad. Even though Brad and his bros sucked and fucked each other, they never thought it was gay. They always made some excuse or sanctified it by saying “no homo”, as if it made everything they did, not gay.

    On weekends they would go out clubbing and smash ‘puss’ as they described it, but they made it sound as if it was some legendary military conquest. These disgusting acts reminded Jimmy of why Brad wasn’t his friend. As cute and dumb as Brad was, he was still a toxically masculine, grade douche bag, who viewed women as nothing more than achievements to be subdued.

    Brad threw his phone at a cushion on the couch and mumbled again. He was visibly bored as he had nothing to do for a week since training had been cancelled. He reached out to grab his cigs, but Jimmy gave a disapproving look. Jimmy hated it when Brad smoked as he found the smell to be disgusting.

    Brad continued to scan around the room for activities to do. He looked to his Xbox, his one and only friend in the apartment that he wasted his hours away on. But alas, his bros weren’t here and it would get boring fast without them.

    “Jimmy, Do you want to play some Call of Duty with me? Please,” Brad yelled at the ceiling. Jimmy had no interest in games. He thought they were useless trash that served no purpose other than to glorify war.

    “No, Brad. I’m doing work,” Jimmy yelled, staring at his intensive work.

    “UGH… I’m so bored though,”

    “Well go and have a cigarette and play some Xbox. Didn’t you get more of those special cigarettes you really like?”

    Brad stopped for a second, did he order his special cigs? Brad jumped out of the couch and legged it down the corridor to check his mail.  

    “Ah, five minutes of peace, at last,” Jimmy sighed to himself.

    A few minutes passed, and the hulking brute stomped back into the quiet room. Brad was holding a small pack of blue boxes in one hand and in the other was a pack of unique lighters. He jumped back onto the couch and stretched out. He ripped open the clingfilm and looked over the boxes to make sure everything was right. Once he felt comfortable, he relaxed back and began thinking deeply.

    Brad’s eyes shot to the Xbox, he really wanted to play, but he didn’t have anyone to play with. Brad shot his eyes back to Jimmy, he could play, but he didn’t want to. Jimmy was focusing on work and nothing else.

    Brads eyes then shot back to the Xbox, and then back to Jimmy. He repeated this cycle until he looked at his cigarettes, then he added it to the cycle, jimmy, Xbox, Cigs. Brads mind was working in overdrive to piece everything together. Then it hit him, his master plan to solve his longterm boredom issue. He wore a broad grin on his face as he looked over at Jimmy, who was slaving away at his laptop. Maybe it was time he relaxed a bit.

    Brad unzipped his pants and got out his 8-inch flaccid cock. He wiggled it about in his hands, trying to get the attention of his roommate. Jimmy, however, paid no attention, still consumed by his tedious work. Brad thought for a sec before it pinged in his head. He always knew how to get Jimmy’s attention.

    Brad took a cigarette and popped it in his mouth. He then reached over to get his lighter, and before he could even bring to the cigarette, Jimmy was staring at him coldly. Jimmy hated smelling smoke and so enforced strict rules on smoking.

    Jimmy stared at brad bewildered. Why did he have his cock out? And why was he smoking indoors? He knew he hated it. Jimmy couldn’t deny, though, that his interest in Brad had shot up. His own cock was now hardening to the thought of sucking on Brad’s enormous dick. Brad shook it again, and Jimmy lep off his chair like a dog. He rushed over to brad, sliding as he went onto his knee’s. Jimmy’s mouth was wide open and ready for its package.

    Brad grabbed Jimmy’s head and forced him onto his cock to begin sucking.

    “There we go Jakey, bro. Now that isn’t hard, while you do that, I’m gonna get myself a special cig,” Brad boasted gleefully at Jimmy, who was absorbed into the pleasure.

    Brad pushed Jimmy up and down on his cock, the pleasure was immense for both, but Brad had a surprise for Jimmy. Brad took his lighter and lit the cigarette in his mouth before returning the lighter to its original place. Brad sucked the fumes down deep inside of him, letting them seep into every part, before blowing the rest out into Jimmy’s face.

    Jimmy became dazed by the smoke but was loving the pleasure. His mind slowed down to a snail pace, only thinking of one thing, sucking off Brad.

    “Good, bro slow yourself down, no need to waste this moment. Keep going though.” Brad said softly; his tone was therapeutic to Jimmy, relaxing his mind and body.

    “Good bro, I haven’t seen what you’ve been doing in a while cos your so busy. Let’s catch up now shall we,” Jimmy nodded in response.

    “Well let’s look at your body, yep, as I thought. You’ve been working out in secret bro, haven’t you? I mean, look at these arms and that chest man,” Jimmy felt an odd sensation move up and down his spine. The sensation spread throughout his body, going to the tips of his finger and toes. The feeling died out quickly, but afterwards, muscle grew from every part of his body. His triceps and Biceps gently inflated. Jimmy could feel his stomach suck in softly to; he didn’t, however, feel it fall back out. Instead, a set of six well-carved abs now glistened off his stomach. His pecs grew out and rounded suitably, hardening into mighty rocks.  Jimmy was unaware of the growth that had just taken place. He thought Brad was just having a joke with him.

    “Well that’s gonna change bro, your gonna be coming with me to the gym from now on, and wearing the proper clothes for it. I mean you and me aren’t just roommates, Jakey, we’re best bros,” And with that Brad blew more smoke into Jimmy’s face.

    Jimmy’s already dazed mind started thinking about how he and Brad were bros, creating false memories of the two playing and working out together.

    ‘Yeah, why would I ditch my best bro’ he thought to himself. He forgot his rules and irritations caused by Brad and instead accepted his new bro. As his mind was altered, Jimmy felt his clothes lighten as well. His shirt lost its sleeves and turned into a light blue tank top; his jeans retreated into red basketball shorts and a backward white cap formed on his head.

    “Yeah dude, we’re on the football team and in acing the course. Coach thinks your the best, and so does the team. You aren’t very smart at all, only passing High school,”

    Jimmy felt his mind lighten with thoughts as Brad blew more smoke in his face. He tried to remember what he was doing at college, he could swear it was something in Bio-chemistry, but all he could think about was football, Coach and the team who were his other bros. Yeah now that he thought about it, he was always meant for football. Jimmy hated all classes other than sports, mainly cos he wasn’t any good at them, which is obviously why he did sports at college and not bi… chemi… whatever he thought of before.

    “Yeah bro that’s good, cos you’re my best bro. Keep sucking bro; we’re almost there. You know, your also the maddest party-goer, always going to the max,”

    Jimmy again tried to remember any kind of partying that he did, as his head and body was now filled with smoke. At first, he remembered he wasn’t that into the scene, and if he did go, he usually stood at the side and drank water. It took him a little while, but the memories all came to. Now he remembered getting wasted at parties, dancing like a mad lad, doing weed and sometimes getting into trouble, but he loved it. The party was his weekend.

    “… but your also a very flirty guy, when you’re at the party, you know what you want. You want that dirty blonde bimbo sucking on your thick cock, or you want to be smashing her from behind,”

    Jimmy was confused; he couldn’t be straight he swore he was gay… wait, no he couldn’t be gay, that wasn’t his thing. He sucked off his bro’s cos; it was his bros, and that isn’t gay. Honestly, gay people kinda disgusted him, why go screw another dude when you could have a different dumb slutty bimbo every week, the ones with big bouncy boobs and thin bods. Yeah, that’s what he wanted to smash. Jimmy’s cock softened but had grown considerably, as he realised that he was only helping out his bro from a tiring workout sesh and it being… whatever day it was, Brad needed some relief.

    “Yeah that’s good bro, you’re a good bro, now keep sucking cos I’m ready Jakey bro, that is your name, Jakey,” The name Jimmy faded from his mind and Jakey or Jake, sprung up taking its place in all his memories.

    Jakey kept sucking harder and harder for his bro, hoping to give him the relief he needed. Brad kept his hand on his head, making sure he sucked him thoroughly. Brad’s moaning got louder as he neared his climax, his cock was at full size now, his mind focused on big tiddies and pussy. Jake kept going further down on his cock each time, up and down, almost in rhythm to the moaning.

    “UGH… YES… BRO… GET READY COS ITS GONNA BE A BIG LOAD?” Brad screamed at his new bro. There was a slight lull before Brad felt his balls explode inside Jake. Jake caught the cum and made sure it didn’t go down the back of his throat because then it would be gay.  Jake took his mouth off Brad’s cock and spat out the cum he looked at Brad with dazed eyes and they both said.

    “No homo bro.”


    I didn’t mean to turn my roommate into a mindless muscle drone. I just forgot to wash my hands after working on the nanobot project at the lab, and when I came home, I saw his workout pants on the ground and picked them up. I guess I transferred some of the nanobots to the fabric.

    The next day, I saw him wearing the green shorts with a blank look on his face. “You okay?” I asked.

    “All systems normal,” he said robotically.

    “Were you going to the gym?” I asked.

    He turned to look at me. “Unnecessary,” he said. “Initiate football team installation.”

    As I watched, his body suddenly bulked and swelled with muscle, his arms and chest inflating like balloons before my eyes. He grew several inches as his body bulked, becoming a towering hunk.

    “Oh shit,” I gasped, realizing the nanobots were in his system.

    “Program complete,” he said. “Begin user review.”

    He lifted his shirt so I could see his perfectly lean, sculpted body.

    “Uh, looks good,” I said, trying to remember any of the verbal commands the nanobots had been programmed with.

    “Initiating propagation,” he said, stepping toward me.

    “Oh shit no!” I said, backing up. But I was too late. In two strides, he had me backed up against the wall, his arms pinning me as he leaned in for a kiss. I struggled, but he held my head in place as his tongue entered my mouth. It felt warm, tingly, and I could feel his saliva in my throat. I was infected.

    “Fuck, I gotta disable these things,” I said, feeling the prickle of the nanobots entering my blood stream.

    “Access denied,” said my roommate. “Initiate mascot installation.”

    Mascot? Oh fuck. Instead of becoming a jock, I was about to be transformed into the school mascot. Just my luck that our mascot was a donkey.

    “Dude, snap out of it!” I said, as I felt my body tingle with the tiny nanobots. “You gotta let meeeeeHAW go!”

    “Access denied,” he said, pulling off my shirt. My chest was already darkening with brown fur.

    “HAW!” I brayed. Fuck, I couldn’t stop. “HEE AWW! Fuck, man, you gotta get meeeeHAW to the lab!”

    “Access denied,” he said, ripping off my pants. A tail swished over my ass – MY tail.

    “HAWWW!” I brayed. “HAWWW!” I was in a panic. But why? What was going on? Didn’t we have a game coming up? I just needed to get out there and entertain the crowd. And also spread these nanobots. Yeah, that’s my job. Hawwwww.

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    - but… what about my job? i gotta use my brains for my job

    - what job? workin in a gym? u aint need brains for that bro

    - i work in a gym? no i dont… do i?

    - of course u do dummy.

    - oh. uhhhh… what about my friends?

    - ur bros u mean

    - uhhhh my bros

    - what about em?

    - uhh… brains? i uh, i talk smart! people say im smart!

    - they do?

    - yea! uhhhhh, i think

    - i think ur imaginin things dummy. whose life do u think ur livin?

    - uhhhh man bro im so confused my head is poundin

    - cuz you aint liftin bro. dont u remember? liftin makes the headache go away.

    - oh right… huhuhu

    For the Anon. :)

    Andrew was going home after the Speech Meet, tired beyond belief. After completely dominating at Extemp. Speaking, he was ready to go home and just cozy up by the fire with Harry Potter & hot cocoa. It was way too cold! He was a Florida boy living in Pennsylvania, so he wasn’t used to a cold winter! Walking down the hallway, his mind was bundled up somewhere in his heavy winter coat. He barely realized it was the night of the school hockey game. What did make him realize it, was the winning team walking triumphantly toward the locker rooms. He walked right into Josiah Robinson, #39 on the team, and the captain.

    Josiah was disgusting after the game, his long brown hair was stringy with sweat & he absolutely stank of b.o. and pit smell. Andrew shot him a dirty look, clearly irritated that Josiah “inconvenienced” him ever so slightly. Josiah stared back, and broke a snarky smirk. He took off a big red glove, and took out his yellowed mouthguard. After grasping Andrew by the back of the neck, he shoved it into his mouth, and held his jaw shut. The team laughed hysterically as Andrew flailed around and tried his damndest to strike Josiah. Andrew could taste the leftover chewing tobacco in Josiah’s spit, the Copenhagen-tasting slime coating his tongue and teeth. Josiah only smirked, flashing his chipped smile. It was only a few seconds, but it felt like hours. 

    Eventually, Josiah let up and walked with his team back into the locker room. Andrew immediately took the disgusting guard out of his mouth. Coughing and spitting Josiah’s nasty saliva out, Andrew tossed the mouthguard across the hall. After a quick freak out and hyperventilation session, he promptly passed out onto the freezing cold floor. When he awoke, all the lights in the hall were turned off. Andrew could still taste Josiah’s spit in his mouth as he picked himself up off the ground. He pulled out his chirping cracked phone, notifying him that it was almost five in the morning! He ran to the doors at the end of the hall, trying to escape the school, only to discover them locked tight. He only knew of one more exit from the building that might be open: through the locker room. 

    Meagerly, he pressed open the door to the Men’s Locker room, discovering that the Hockey Team left it a disastrous mess after the night before. Skates and pads littered the floor & benches, making hidden obstacles for Andrew to avoid. He saw the illuminated red exit sign at the far end of the room, and made a dash toward it. Unfortunately, not before falling face-first onto the ground, tripping on a wayward helmet. Laying on the ground, he noticed a familiar stench. He couldn’t place it, until he noticed where he landed: right in front of Josiah’s opened locker, his face buried in his grimy jockstrap.

    He neurotically backed up against the bench, trying to back away from the disgusting article. He looked around him, discovering Josiah’s gear surrounding him: nasty socks, shin pads, elbow pads, skates, shoulder pads, and hockey pants all spilling out of a well-used Adidas bag. The smell of this gear assaulted him. If it was any indication, Josiah always bragged about his lucky gear: how he “blessed” it with his hard earned sweat, and that he’d never wash it away. Thus, it stank to high hell. Trying to escape, he did his best to try and rise up, only to once again slip on the red padded glove he knew all too well. The gear didn’t want him to leave. The gear wanted another player.

    Andrew watched in horror as his thick winter parka and corduroy pants began to move on their own! The two red gloves grabbed his shoulders and held him down on the ground, while his clothes vacated his body. At this point, Andrew began screaming for help, albeit in vain as one of the gloves smothered his cries. The underwear being the very last piece of clothing that left his body, he lay on the ground, crying in the nude. It was then that he he heard this toneless voice echoing in his head.

    “May be a bender right now, kid. But you’ll be a beauty after all is said and done.” He felt a hard, but warm object crawling up his legs. Andrew glanced to see Josiah’s two shin pads sliding up his legs and tightening to fit; squeezing his calves. His legs immediately were swept by a hot sensation, then nothing. They went completely numb! The gloves lifted his head once more to showcase his now hulking, hairy legs, covered in a cold sweat. Andrew let out a whiny cry, terrified of the sentient gear’s intentions. Josiah’s two dripping pairs of socks, his hockey socks and his black ankle socks, climbed onto his tight, thick legs and into place. Andrew could feel the loose socks tighten and stretch, watching his feet grow into them! He wriggled his toes, the wet fabric lubing his toes with Josiah’s rank sweat. The two skates slid themselves on, fitting snug and comfortably on Andrew’s now size 15 feet! Next came the browning jockstrap and cup, piss stained and stinking of ballsweat and cum. The sticky fabric stuck to his balls and cock, coating them in a light coat of Josiah’s grime. Slowly, but surely, he watched as a long, snaky uncut cock snuck out of his now bushy groin, erect and musky as if horny after a long game. 

    A tear rolled down Andrew’s cheek as he began to smell his lower half, emitting the stench of a thousand sweaty games. He could only sit as a bystander while the hockey pants secured themselves around his waist. His lower half stood up, seating his still rebellious upper half on the bench. Josiah’s thick, deafening gloves still silenced the horrified Andrew, and restrained his arms behind his back. The shoulderpads and chest protector rose above his head, lowering ever so slowly onto his torso. As they landed, they weighed down on his bony frame, before the cold sweat overtook them, and filled them with muscle and hair. He sat resolute, awaiting his fate, ready to accept his loss of power & control. Two elbowpads slipped into place, bulking his biceps, triceps and forearms and covering them in a thick coat of brown hair. Veins bulged out of his forearm and up his bicep, a sign of his new physical state. The two red gloves relinquished their control on his mouth & wrists and took their place on his hands. He felt the hot sweat seep into his fingers, the grime and lint of the gloves finding itself under his fingernails. He looked forward, fighting the gear to the last second, refusing to admit defeat.

    The helmet sat at his feet, his body betraying him, the gloved hands picked it up and placed it onto his head, the mouthguard having found it’s way back onto the cage shoved it into his mouth, still sticky with Josiah’s spit. Andrew closed his eyes as he let the rank musk take him over, inhaling it deep into his lungs. He ran his thick, meaty hands over his body from within their gloved confinement, rubbing the sweat all over himself. Years of intelligence seemingly flowed out of his cock as it burst streams of hot, sticky cum into his cupped jock. He rubbed his crotch, loving the way the cum coated the already sticky fabric in his seed, loving the feeling of the slime sliding all over his cock. 

    The lights flipped on as the teammembers arrived for morning practice. Josiah walked to his locker and smiled, having expected the sight. He gently took his helmet off Drew and rustled his sweaty hair.

    “Get some practice in early, eh Drew?” Josiah gripped his boyfriend’s face and landed a sloppy, wet smooch on his sweaty face. The teammates laughed and jeered as he slid his hands down Drew’s pants, into his sticky jock. Bringing the cum-covered fingers to his mouth, he suckled on Drew’s manjuices mixed with his own musky sweat. “Well, I’ll let you keep the gear, I had an extra pair at home. I know you needed a set. Anyway, get your practice jersey on. If you kick ass on the ice, I’ll let you eat out my sweaty ass afterward.” Drew mindlessly laughed, a hearty chuckle. The laugh of a dumb meatheaded Hockey Jock.


    Join the party bro.


    “You’re next bro! That beer you drank is gonna make you one of us!”

    “No way. I’m not a bro, I’m skinny and nerdy. I don’t even wanna be like you guys…bro. Fuck bro, where did that come from”

    “You’re becoming a dumb jock bro, like us. It’s so awesome bro, just gonna lift and drink and fuck each other”

    “Fuck yeah bro! Fuckin muscles already growin! They feel so good and my cock feels big as fuck!”


    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.




    Critical Mass, part 2:

    Jacobs was the first to fall.

    He had already started the changes. Somewhere along the line, these past six weeks, gym had become his favorite class - something he never thought he’d find himself saying. He couldn’t wait to change into gym clothes at the end of a day of class - he couldn’t wait to tackle the weight room, or the football field, or even just watching one of Coach’s weird psychedelic videos. Whatever Coach had planned for the day, Jacobs couldn’t wait to obey. Obey. (I obey, Coach, I obey.)

    And he tried to think, to act like his old self, but his body just wouldn’t leave him alone these days - it just kept feeling bigger and harder and more energized and more exciting, more arousing every day.

    And tonight it wouldn’t even let him do his homework (who needs it?). His arms, his shoulders, his pecs (those big jock muscles, Coach seemed to whisper to him) felt even more swollen, more impossibly big than ever before. He ran to the bathroom mirror and couldn’t believe how big everything was.

    Without a thought he started flexing and feeling his big hard jock muscles. First with his shirt on, then he just had to take it off. Then he had to strip down to his shorts, because his big powerhouse thighs just had to flex too.

    Then his boxers started to bug him too. Didn’t Coach give out jockstraps in class the other day? Where did he put that jock?

    Gotta wear the jock to be the jock, Coach seemed to whisper. Sure thing, Coach, thought Jacobs as he went to look for it. I obey, Coach. I obey.


    Critical Mass, part 1:

    As the students filed into the gym, Coach looked them over with a critical eye. It was week 6 of his “remedial gym” class, and the group had already changed considerably since day one. The fat kids had lost weight, some of them in stunning amounts (wow, young Warner had really thrown himself into the process!), the skinny ones were looking less “skinny” and more “lean”… Yeah, the nerds were really coming along.

    But it wasn’t just their bodies. They were already acting more aggressive, rowdier, more cocky - the more self-aware ones in the group were starting to act confused by their own behavior. They self-identified as honor students, well-behaved geeks - this wasn’t how nerds were supposed to act!

    Coach checked his records. Yep. They had been going through the special shakes right on schedule - there had been some reluctance at first, and there were still a couple of holdouts he would have to take care of - but by now, almost everyone had built up the necessary blood levels of the special supplements.

    This was going to be the week. One by one (depending on how well they’d been following the program, influenced by their individual body chemistry), this was the week the nerds were going to hit critical mass and level up.

    One by one, they were ALL gonna jock out.