Brock Purdy

Selection Day

“Mr. Wagner, this is an impressive application.” The man mused, “Graduated college last year with a 4.0 GPA in biology. I see you completed prep courses to become a physician.”

James Wagner nodded, “That would be ideal.”

His father promised he’d have nothing to worry about on Selection Day, which occurred during the month of one’s 23rd birthday. Judges reviewed your file: extracurriculars, criminal record, education, etc., to determine the perfect career for you- and give you all the tools to succeed.

“I see here your father is Senator Wagner and your mother is Dr. Wagner, both distinguished in their fields. Quite a tough election year though.”

“Dad isn’t too worried though. His campaign manager says he has a plan.” James leaned back in his chair, “Already planning the victory party.”

“You should celebrate too. I think you’ll be perf...” The judge’s phone rang, cutting him off, “Excuse me Mr. Wagner, I have to take this.”

The judge left James to himself. The young man sighed in relief, despite some growing anticipation. When his brother went through the process, they didn’t change too much. They enhanced his attractive features and gave him a greater sense of ambition- all fitting for his career in finance. But he was still his brother. James hoped for something similar. He knew his application would let him select from “tier A models” so he was feeling good. And afterwards, he and his dad would go golfing and get dinner down at the country club to celebrate.

“Mr. Wagner, come with me” The judge said as he returned to the room.

James nodded, “Uh by the way, I was hoping to go with a Tier A physician model...”

“No worries James, just follow me please.”

James followed closely entering a room filled with various pods. A knot formed in his stomach. This is where it would happen. He gulped and watched as the judge walked towards a pod and pressed some buttons. This was it. Calmly, James undid his button shirt, revealing his lean and tanned body. Years of track and caddying on the golf course gave him a nice tan and lean physique. As he finished undressing, his attention shifted to the pod as it whirred to life and opened.

“Here it goes.” He whispered.

The young man stepped into the pod and watched the door shut. A small window allowed him to see the outside world and he nodded at the judge, who frowned in return. And then it started. The mechanical hands that lay dormant suddenly came to life, scanning James’s body.

“Applicant: James Wagner.” A soothing mechanical voice stated, before rattling off demographics that James simply tuned out, “Model: Gym Staff, Front Desk, Tier D.”

“Wait what?” James called out, “Hey! I think somethings wrong.” He tried to convey, “That’s not...”

He barely had a moment to speak as a metallic substance wrapped around his legs. He cried out as it burned his skin. And slowly, his legs began to expand, filling with raw muscle. His slender calves popped with muscle, while his 10.5 inch feet expanded to size 13. He held back tears as his thighs expanded with firm muscle. And then, his lower extremities were freed.

“Holy fuck!” He shouted, as he wriggled his new toes, “Please, I think there’s been some kind of mistake!” The judge wasn’t paying attention anymore, just talking to someone on the phone.

Before he could continue, a saddle emerged from underneath him and wrapped around his ass and cock. A gentle warmth encompassed them, causing James to shudder. But as he focused on the sensation, more of the substance covered his chest and torso. Similar to his legs, he felt an intense warming sensation. And as the warmth intensified, he felt himself growing. He watched as a strong core and bounceable pecs formed from his once lean physique and groaned as his torso stretched, adding height. But it wasn’t just height. He was  becoming wider as his back expanded with muscle. When the mold finally released him, he was left with a physique he could only dream of obtaining naturally. But this wasn’t what he wanted. He didn’t want to be a hulking beast of a man.

“You need to...” James started to cough as a green haze entered the pod, “What... fuck... bro please...” He kept coughing, barely noticing his use of the word “bro” and his deepening voice, “Dude, this ain’t cool!”

He watched as his arms were encased. Biceps and triceps exploded from his lean arms, while his forearms grew with muscle. When his arms were released, he could gawk at them in awe.  

“Dude, check it out, my guns are lookin' massive!” James’s eyes widened, “Dude, why do I sound all weird? Not stoked about it, man!” Try as he might, he couldn’t control the new bro lingo that left his mouth.  

And before he could say another word, a mask wrapped around his face and neck. He cried as his face was remodeled. Simultaneously, personal details were added to his physique. Tattoos of some meaning to James were carved into his body. Meanwhile, he was sprayed with a different solution that caused hair to sprout from his abdomen and chest, eventually thickening and forming a dense treasure trail. His arms and legs were not spared, nor were his ass or dick. And with a mechanical screech, the mask finally left his face. His new eyes were dark, topped by thick dark eyebrows. His light brown hair replaced with darker brown. His clean shaven face now adorned with stubble. And his angular face just a bit rounder, with a pair of thick lips. The young man felt his new face and rubbed a hand across his hairy pecs.

“Seriously, dude? No way!” He grumbled, ““Dude, I'm not a bro, change me back, seriously!” James felt tears well up in his eyes. This wasn’t him, he didn’t sound like this. He still had his intelligence, but no one would take him seriously.

But his thoughts were interrupted as the his privates were freed. James’s eyes widened. His dick was never that big, nor did he have foreskin before. He watched in awe as it started expanding and he wrapped his hand around it.

“Whoa, bro, check out the size of that thing!” He started pumping his new cock, “Bro, this is epic! It feels so damn good!” A new mist filled the pod as he continued to jerk off, causing James to scrunch his nose, “Dude, it totally reeks in here, like a locker room or something.” From this point on, that smell would stick to him. He’d always smell like a dirty locker room.

However this did little to deter him as he jerked off. And as he did so, he felt a quick jab in his arm as the contents of a syringe were dumped into him.

“Dude, my head's all fuzzy right now, it's weird.” He moaned as his IQ plummeted and new knowledge filled his brain, “Heh, check this out, dude.” He moaned as he bounced his pecs, “Dude, wait, my brain's acting up. I'm, like, still smart, yeah?” James tried to remember facts that he once memorized but found nothing. His golf skills replaced by workout routines, his adherence to social norms evaporating, and his desire to present himself well replaced with a need to wear tank tops and gym shorts, “Whatever, bro, it doesn't matter. I've got this, and that's what counts.” He winked at his dick and continued to jerk himself off, moving his hand faster and faster, “Fuck yeah, dude!” He moaned as he came, covering himself in cum and falling to the ground. And there he sat, totally spent until the door to the pod opened.

“Hey James,” James looked up and grinned.

"Yo, what's up, campaign manager bro?"

The older man smiled and turned to the judge, “Very good job, James here is perfect. No one will think Selection Day is rigged if even Senator Wagner’s son isn’t safe.”

“Nah, bro, it's Jim, not James.” Jim chuckled, “Like ‘gym’, get it bro?”

“Here Jim, get cleaned up.” The judge said, throwing the man a towel.

After wiping the cum from his hairy abdomen and chest, he got dressed in a tank top and gym shorts. And as he walked through the building, he barely cared at the glances of disgust and the people holding their noses. Nor did he care for the judgmental stares as he scratched his balls and pits, completely oblivious to social norms. When he finally got outside, he smiled when he saw his father’s limo. He quickly walked over and jumped in with a grin.  

“Who are you?” His father asked, scrunching his nose.

Jim grinned and pulled his dad in for a hug, “Yo, dad, it's me, Jim. What's good?"

Several months had passed since then and much changed for Jim. His father quickly disowned him, believing that James hadn’t been honest with the family if this was the outcome of Selection Day. Besides, appealing outcomes was a lengthy process and for Jim’s dad, there could be great political repercussions given his support for the process. So Jim would remain. His life on the golf course and dining in the country club just a memory.

But Jim didn’t mind as he entered his small studio apartment and tossed his gym bag to the ground. He walked over to the dirty mattress in the middle of his room and plopped down, scratching his pits and flipping through his phone.  

“Bro, check it out! Dad crushed the election, fuck yeah!” He cheered with a grin. His grin only widened as he read the text from the cute blond guy from the gym.

Even if he couldn’t celebrate with his family that night, Jim was going to celebrate. And as he texted the guy his address, he could feel the monster in his pants start to grow.

The Self Made Desire

Evan entered the gym not knowing what to expect. His friend had said he finally found the perfect muscle growing method. Evan didn’t really believe him. For the last three months Tanner had been dismissing him for even going to the gym, and now he had something to help him grow? Evan was skeptical to say the least. He was just happy that his friend might have started to become interested in living a healthier lifestyle.

“So whatcha got?” Evan shouted across the school gym. It was technically off hours but Tanner had an ability to get into almost anywhere whenever he wanted. At first Evan questioned it but now it was almost silly to even think about it. If Tanner said he was going to go somewhere at some time, just be there because he’ll already be inside.

Tanner smiled as he put away his phone. “This,” he held up a little device shaped like a gun, “is what’s going to help you get as big as you want to be.” Evan stared at the gun shaped object. Obviously it didn’t shoot bullets but it looked like it was supposed to shoot something. There was a trigger near a handle, except there were extra little rods and coils sticking out the sides that didn’t look too functional.

“Uh-huh?” Evan nodded. He tried not to laugh but was a bit curious as to what this thing actually was. “And where’d you get it?”

Tanner reached for his phone for a second but stopped himself. “Let’s just say magic,” he smiled. It was a generic dumb excuse but Evan knew not to push it.

“And how does it work?”

The smile on Tanner’s face just broadened. “It’s real simple! All you have to do is imagine what you want to be while I point and shoot this at you and you’re body will start to change.” His hands waved up and down excitedly as he told Evan what was going on.

“Uh-huh…” Evan tried to hide his skepticism but a smile creeped out.

“You don’t believe me…” Tanner said a bit defeated.

“Not really…” Evan realized what he said was a little rude. “But if you want to try it we can.”

“Really?!” Tanner’s enthusiasm returned. “Alright! Stand right there. Now all you have to do is imagine what you want to look like.”

“Alright…” Evan said. It’d been a few months since he started working out but everyday he’d go through bodybuilder’s online profiles trying to get some inspiration. He’d love looking at their expansive posts of working out, flexing, eating and having girls dangle around their arms. However Evan always pictured himself as one of those girls. Being right up next to their large muscular bodies and feeling their strong arms.

Evan accidentally let out a bit of a moan thinking about it. He hadn’t noticed that Tanner had pulled the trigger. Evan’s personal fantasy had already started and with the device being pointed at him whatever Evan was thinking about would become true. His fantasy started to shift to a more dominate personality. Why should he just be the one holding onto a bodybuilder’s bicep? Or be the one fawning over someone bigger than him? Why couldn’t he be the one ogled at? When he walks down the street people cock their heads back to get a second look. He’d be big. His shoulders broad and chest pushed out. Shirt would be a little uncomfortable unless specially tailored but that would be fair. To look so big, there had to be a price.

He thought more about what those guys had in common. His head fell back as the thoughts filled his mind. He’d be big. His arms started to press up against the sleeves of his shirt, while it rode up his torso from his expanding shoulders. The fabric stretched tightly against his broadening chest while also tightening around each ab. It was at least three sizes too small while his shorts had rode up well past his knees. His feet were far too big for his shoes and even his dick started to poke it’s head out. “Big…” he moaned.

The clothes he was wearing didn’t fit right. He’d seen enough of those guys to know he’d have to wear something far different. A backwards hat, a sleeveless shirt, and tight compression pants that rolled over his thighs and wrapped around his calfs. ‘Screw the sleeveless shirt,’ Evan chuckled to himself. He’d be hot enough that wearing it would be more of a crime than not wearing it. His hat turned around and a puff of hair stuck out the front. “Stylish…” he moaned.

But he’d have to have a laid back attitude. Relaxed, yet in control. People would look up to him literally and figuratively. Just his presence could make people at ease. He cocked his head back and thought about how he’d need to be good at sports. Nearly all of them he could play but he’d excel at rugby and baseball. Those weren’t really similar but he’d want a huge body that had great hand eye coordination. He could throw a beer across the room or throw someone over his shoulder if he needed them in another room. “Strong…”

But guys would be all over him. Even if they were straight. Didn’t fucking matter. They would see him in the room and forget just about everything else. He would ooze masculinity and guys would be attracted to him. They’d deny it, fight off that feeling but get them alone and then they’d explore all sorts of parts of them they’d never thought of before. He’d just give them a nod and they knew what it meant. “Sexy…”

Tanner looked at Evan’s new body. He stood a good 6’4” with a densely packed 240 muscular frame. Tanner’s mouth opened wide as he realized what had just happened. His friend had nearly doubled in size. “Woah!” Tanner said excitedly. “This is amazing!”

“Sure is,” there was a coolness in Evan’s voice he moved closer to Tanner’s smaller body and locked him between him and the weight. The confident tone sent a shiver down Tanner’s spine. “But now do you want to test it out?” Evan’s dick was pushing hard against the compression fabric of his pants. The thing went half way down his leg and looked thicker than a beer can.

Tanner blushed. His own dick got hard at the sensation. “Bu-but I’m not gay,” he tried to deny the feeling he was having. But the more Evan’s strong hands rolled over his soft body the harder he got. He couldn’t believe how sexy the man holding him down was. He sputtered again trying to rationalize why he was feeling the way he did. His ass tingled, wanting something to fill it. He bit his bottom lip and couldn’t stop grinding against the muscular man holding him down. “But I’m not unwilling…” a smirk started to cross his face as he said it.

“HEY!” one of the coach’s shouted from the door of the school gym. “Gym’s closed!” He stepped in and looked at Evan on top of Tanner. He took another step in as Evan stood up and cocked his head back confidently. “Sup,” the coach replied. He was supposed to be telling them to get out of there but something was distracting him. A thought entered his mind that he’d never thought before. He tried to force it down but he found himself moving deeper into the gym.

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Empty Those Jock Brains Bro

Bro, I know you just wanna let those dumb thoughts in your head go for a while. So why don’t you just sit back, relax, and read my words for a but dude and I’m sure you’ll feel just amazing bro. My words already are starting to make you feel fucking fantastic bro and you don’t even need to think while you’re reading them. All you gotta do is just stare at these words dude and let everything else fade away. Nothing else really matters right now dude. It’s just nice to read these words bro and let your mind go empty for a while. Not needing to have those dumb thoughts cluttering your head dude. You can just let them go and freaking relax already bro. Let your brain focus just like you’re at the gym dude; lifting those huge weights up and down and up and down again. Repeating those reps over and over again. Just let yourself focus just like that dude, just like you’re at the gym. Lift those heavy weights with your muscles dude. Whatever weights you like the best. Feel those muscles begin to hold onto that huge weight dude, where ever it may be. Your huge arms, massive legs, powerful chest. Anywhere and everywhere feel those muscles beginning to bear those weights. Over and over. Up and down dude, up and down. Ya don’t need to think for that dude so it should be easy for you to imagine yourself at the gym and feel your thoughts drift out of that mind of yours dude. Just look at these words bro and you’ll probably start to feel your simple thoughts slip away from you dude. Just like in the gym, ya don’t need any dumb thoughts to get in your way dude. And just like in the gym, bro, it feels good to have no thoughts rattling around in your head dude, doesn’t even matter what words you’re reading right now bro. I’m sure that it feels so fucking good to read these words dude, just like relaxing after the gym. You can feel yourself breathing easier, slower even, just like after finishing that final rep. Your muscles must feel awesome dude, just like they do when they’re lifting those weights. Just every muscle feeling amazing bro. I’m sure you really just wanna go deeper into this feeling dude. And you can, it’s alright by me dude. You can relax as much as you want to as you read these words, and in fact dude you can go completely blank in a moment if you want to bro. When I count down from 10 to 1 bro, you can go completely empty and dumb for a bit dude, letting your body go nice and relaxed bro. Just real relaxed dude once I reach 0. Sound good Bro? Cool. 10. Let thoughts go dude 9. Feel those muscles 8. Lifting weights 7. And putting them down 6. Up and Down 5. Over and Over 4. So good dude 3. So relaxed bro 2. Just focusing on these words 1. And how nice they are 0. Completely empty bro Cool bro. Hopefully you’re feeling nice and relaxed dude. You can just mindlessly relax for me bro as you continue to read these words dude. Now as you’re just sitting there relaxing all empty like dude, why don’t you go ahead and reblog this post. I’m sure you’ll feel nice and relaxed as you do so bro. Again, why don’t you reblog this post bro, since it made you feel nice and you wanna help your bro out. Thanks dude, You can relax until you’re ready to wake up. Now in a moment bro I’m going to count to 3, and when I do you’ll wake. Sound good bro? 1. 2. 3. Wake up bro. Hope you like. I saw a text post like this from someone else and thought I’d give it a shot for myself. If you really like I hope you leave a comment and follow. I’m hoping to make some more text inductions so any and all feedback helps. If you want me to do a specific text too then also just let me know. You can also check out my other inductions by searching #novicestuff on my Tumblr. Come and check it out!

Trackies on, shirt off, cap backwards and the domination begins