The Jock Pod

New Year's Resolution

Hey bros, Happy New Year's! I hope you all make this year your best yet and I hope you all reach your goals. I came up with a short story on the fly to ring in the new year. Hope you guys didn't party too hard like these two!

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Before I knew it, 2024 was almost here. Everyone always says that next year will be their year, but few people actually end up following through with their New Year's resolutions. Some people want to make more money, some might want to quit smoking, but me? I just wanna get jacked, bro. I know how it goes though. People go to the gym for a week, then are unable to keep up with that lifestyle. But I can do it, and I will. I felt a sense of determination with the desire to get in shape.

I found myself at a New Year's party. One of my co-workers invited me. I didn't know most of the people there, but I didn't have any plans so I decided to go, because why not? My friends barely have time for me anyways. A lot of them have started to settle down and some decided to have smaller celebrations with their spouses or are visiting family.

I was sitting on the couch when a guy I've never met sat down next to me and greeted me. He told me his name was Mike. He was my age, wearing a backwards hat, tank top, and shorts. Not exactly the best look for the winter, but he looked just like a fuckboy who partied all day every day. He probably just wears this every day just to show off his muscles and pick up chicks. He started chatting me up about the party and about the football game that was on the TV. I didn't really know anything about sports, but it was what was on so I played along, not wanting to be rude. He asked me what my New Year's resolution was. I said I wanted to get jacked. He seemed confident that I could do it. He downed what had to have been his third beer so far before asking if I wanted another drink as well. His breath stank with the scent of beer.

I said sure. As long as it got this dude away from me for a minute or two. I might tolerate him more if I was drunk anyways since it didn't seem like he was going anywhere anytime soon. He came back carrying two bottles of the same type of beer. We made a toast for the new year and chugged our beers. As I drank, I started to realize that Mike wasn't that bad for a dudebro. He was actually really chill. I ended up asking for his number so we can get drinks sometime. He said he knows some good bars nearby and he didn't live too far from me.

He asked me what my New Year's resolution is. He already asked me that though? His memory must not be the best since he was drunk. I told him I wanted to be jacked, kinda like him. He chuckled a dumb laugh, drunk from the excessive amount of alcohol he drank tonight.

"What do you mean? You're already jacked, bro."

I was confused at first. I didn't have a lot of muscle.

"Look at yourself dude."

I thought he was fucking with me until I looked down. My biceps felt like they were throbbing, burning as they seemingly increased in size. I panicked, running to the bathroom, unsure of whether I wanted to check out my new gains or find a way to stop the aching burn in my muscles. I looked at myself in the mirror, and flexed. I wasn't hallucinating. I was just as jacked as the bro I was drinking with. I stripped down. I realized that I had a six pack as well. The dude from before knocks before entering the bathroom with me.

"You good bro?"

"What the fuck did you do to me?" I asked, overwhelmed by my new body.

"You said you wanted to be jacked, so I made you jacked. I put something in your drink, and now you're huge. Isn't that what you wanted, dude?"

I couldn't deny that. I wasn't sure whether to feel grateful to him or mad at him for doing this without my consent. He could've even drugged me further. Before I could comprehend everything, he grabbed my shoulder, pulling me in for a picture, showing off our ripped bodies.

"Hey, try my hat on. I wanna see how you look in it now."

He tossed me the hat he was wearing, but I didn't wear hats. I took care of my hair and I didn't want my hair to get messy. I wanted to look professional, not like a frat bro. Despite that, I found myself wanting to put it on, and so I did. To my surprise, I even turned it backwards just like my best bud. Best bud? I didn't really have a best friend. But Mike was my new best friend. We met at my co-worker's New Year's party and we hit it off really well. I needed a new workout partner to help me stay consistent, so he offered to take me with him every day. He's actually looking for a new roommate so I might move in with him since we get along so well. Makes it more convenient since we plan to hang out and party all the time in the coming year.

I start to realize that my mannerisms are changing, starting to match his. Before I was uptight and professional, a total bore. Now I’m an outgoing, party-loving dudebro. I felt my penis grow erect in my pants and start leaking as I became as horny as Mike, with my length growing to a sexy 9 inches to go alongside his. I doubt that I could pull as much as him with my old size.

"You feeling better, bro?"

"Yeah dude. I feel great! Let's pound some more brewskis and fuck a baddie or two."

"That's what I'm talking about!" Mike gave me a high-five. "You can keep the hat by the way. A memory of the day we met, bro."

And keep it I did. I decided I would wear it everywhere, especially when I was out with him and his bros. I would fit perfectly in with them in a way that my old self would have never.

We returned to the party with even more beers in our hands, and me and Mike chugged every last one of them. We drank the most beers out of anyone in the party combined. My coworker caught the two of us causing a scene and kicked us out. He almost didn't recognize me at first, but after seeing me with him, he started to put two and two together. He told Mike that this is why he doesn’t invite him anywhere. I thought my coworker would tell my boss about my conduct, but I didn't really care what happens. It's not my fault I’m a party animal.

"What a buzzkill," Mike said. "Whatever. Let's go back to my place. I took a box of beer with us to finish as we left. They aren't gonna finish themselves."

Midnight was still a few hours away, and all of his bros were at other parties anyways. We sat down on his messy couch and finished what was left of the beers, cheering on our team and playing loud music. Didn't matter where we were or who we were with, we were the life of the party. My bro became pent up after not being able to get any action tonight and so was I. I offered to suck him off. After all, it's not gay to suck a homie off, and so we got off together. Getting head from him was almost as good as a hot babe. I’ve never had a guy blow me before. Neither of us could tell the other how much we really enjoyed it without the fear of being called gay.

After we both released our loads, we passed out from all the alcohol we drank, him on top of me. I don't think I ever drank this much in my life, and it was just one night. We woke up, looking like a total mess on the couch. Damn, we slept past midnight. I was still wearing his hat. I thought I would wake up and find out this was all a dream, but nah. I’m still Mike’s douchey best friend. But I smiled, knowing that we would always have each other’s back.

"Happy New Year’s, bro." I said.

"Happy New Year’s! Now tell me your real New Year's resolution, dude?" Mike answered, obviously hungover.

"I wanna party and fuck all year long!"

"Fuck yeah, bro!" He gave me a strong, brotherly hug. He told me about a rager that one of his friends was hosting tonight. All of his bros are invited and so am I, and some hot babes are gonna be there. This was the life I always wished I had, and this year, it will be my life.

Wait, I made a mistake.

I don't really want to be a dumb jock bro.

Not someone who stinks, fucks, works out, and doesn't care what you think.

There is no way I'd want these muscles, this face, of this feeling of confidence.

You gotta help it go away.

Before the old me is gone forever.

Just after I flex one more time.

The Rookie's Figuring It Out

Going back to my dorm room, just had a meeting with Mr. Bridges, and he-- wait, who's Mr. Bridges? Anyway, just came out of a meeting with Coach, went great bro, got all the details figured out. Now I can go back to my place and relax, that was an exhausting day.

As I enter the dormitory building my phone buzzes. I take it and see I got a text from Jamie asking about... wait, what study group is he-- damn, some nerd got his numbers mixed up, I ain't joining no lame study group, no way bruh.

I enter my room and as I put my things away I feel my body aching. But i can't really say why, cause I didn't really-- dude, my muscles are, like, burning bro. Coach dragged me through a nightmare of a workout earlier, ya know, to see if I am worth putting on the roster.

i jump on the couch, now's the time to play some madden bruh, huhuhuhuh... dude, what are those books laying on the table? Intro to anthro... antrop... pology... that is, wait, I... I know, that's like-- huhuh bruh, that's some nerd shit here dude. dunno how it got here but i know where it'll go dude - straight into the trash, where it belongs bro.

bruh, where's my ps4 bro, dude? how am i s'possed to crush random losers on the internet when i don't have that fuckin' console-- dude, gotta prep some food for tomorrow, gotta get that protein huhuhuh, or Coach will get mad-- Coach says to eat enough calories and get enough protein. Coach's word is law. Coach is always right.

so i'm lookin' at my schedule, yeah? and we gotta practice 'morrow for like 4 hours or so, but here i have, in my calendar or whatever, and there's some college shit like dude, like classes and shit, like damn, i gotta tell Coach that i have some conflict in my schedule-- huhuhuhuh damn bro, got some fuckin' class in muh schedule during practice. fuck, what pussy goes to "ancient history 101" like, what a fuckin' idiot dude

wait bro, wait... so im a football bro, yeah, right, but i play college football, and college means, uhhh... like, what was that shit dude, damn... a major, right... college means havin' a major bro, and my major's something like... bruh, its like... oh wait-- huhuhuh dude, who gives a shit about some nerd shit bro, am here to play ball and bro out BRUH!

i 'ave Coach takin' care of all that boring ass shit dude, yeah, he's takin' care of all that smart bullshit and im just workin' out and tacklin' dudes bro. fuck yeah, dude, that's right bruh. im a fuckin' football dawg, born to play and to crush every goddamn dude who stands in my way bro, not to care 'bout any of that lame pussy shit bro. ya wanna go get those guns pumped, bro?

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 new kid

(Requested by fuckinhornyg)

“Give me your fucking lunch money” said Jason

“Ok here, here you go…” Said Scott

“Thanks nerd”

“Please let me go… now please”

“There you go, now fuck off”  

Scott ran off teary eyed. Jason walked off with his bro’s Mike and Liam. All three of them where high school bully jocks. Big football boys, nicely styled hair all though you didn’t see that much due to them wearing backward caps. They stood pridefully above the rest of the kids in their shadow. They went over to their lockers and chatted.  

“What we doing today bros” said Jason

“Well I got fucking Science shit this morning, but its ok as I got some fucking nerd to do all the work, after that I got a whole afternoon and evening with Coach” said Mike

“That’s fucking ace bro” replied Liam

“I got similar except I’m leaving practice early, I’m going to go break up with Haley later” Said Liam

“Why?”

“She’s a hoe”

“Yeah just do it by text then bro, then you can still play”

“Good idea”

“What about you Jason?”

“I got free session this morning then I got the afternoon with…” Jason stopped abruptly

Out of the corner of his eye 3 new guys walked in down the corridor. They were all quite nerdy but they had some height to them. They seemed quiet and shy.  

“Ah the new kids bro” said Liam also looking at them

“They came here apparently because they got bullied a lot, they chose to do math’s and science shit so maybe we can use em” said Mike

Jason continued to look at them, mostly the one in the middle. Something about him kept him intrigued.  

“Jason bro” Liam said bringing back Jason

“Soz bro, I think our new friends are gonna need to be shown who’s boss”

“Okay see you later bro”  

Jason followed them to math’s class. Jason didn’t get math’s but he had some nerd in class who did all the shit for him. Jason sat down in his spot.

“Hey… man I gave you your money and I’m doing your math’s for you. Do you need to be here in class to do stuff?” said Scott fearfully

“Don’t worry I’m not here for you”

Scott had a feeling of relief hit him all over.  

“Ok Class we have some new guys into day. This Tyler, Zack and Connor”

Jason looked at them intently. They were all pretty similar, spotty faces, underdeveloped muscles, poor hair styles and no style in clothing. Only thing that split them apart was their hair color. Tyler had a nice light brown, Zach had blonde hair and Connor was dark brown/black. Yet despite all this something about Tyler intrigued Jason. During class time Jason looked over at Tyler. For some reason Jason felt good looking at him, he started thinking how cool it would be if he was a jock as well. Tyler wasn’t as nerdy as Jason had thought, he kept answering questions wrong. Every time he failed a question Jason felt a good feeling build up inside him. Jason then realized Tyler isn’t a nerd, and he isn’t a jock. He doesn’t fit in anywhere.  

Jason followed and watched Tyler for a whole week. He watched as he failed at classes, got bullied by nerds and other students, however Jason commanded his fellow bros to leave him. When Coach asked Tyler to do tryouts for football, Liam and Mike did what they could to help him. Jason watched as Scott and other nerds tried to pull him and his friends into nerd life. Jason knew now that they would have to fail, because Jason didn’t want them to be nerds, he wanted them to become jocks like him.

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The bell rang and Jason followed Tyler out the class room.  

“Hey Tyler” said Jason awkwardly

Tyler turned around and saw the hulking jock. He began to be scared thinking he would bully him.

“Oh hi” he said quietly

“I was wondering if you wanted to come and try out for football”

Tyler was now confused but he went along with Jason out of fear

“Ok sure” he said slowly

“Great bro, wanna come with me now to the locker room.”

“I have math’s next”

“Won’t matter if you fail another load of questions will it”

“I suppose not” Tyler felt sad at that, which upset Jason

“I’m sure you will be great at football”

The two walked down the corridor to the changing room which they entered. Tyler sat down and got undressed until he was only in underwear.  

“umm I don’t have any uniform or shoes”

“nah don’t worry you can have my stuff” Said Jason as he took off his clothes. He threw his jock strap at Tyler’s feet

“Well put it on bro” he said with a grin on his face    

Out of fear Tyler hesitantly took off his underwear in full view of Jason, he put on the jockstrap which felt weird. A desire to stay put and not move fell over him. Jason got up and took off his shoes.  

“Oh god what’s this odd feeling, Like I don’t want to get up”  

“yeah don’t worry about that bro, just breathe in” Jason held his shoe up and then quickly put it over Tyler’s mouth. Tyler tried to hold his breathe, but he failed and breathed in Jason’s Ranke musk from his shoe. As he did, he began to get light headed. His dick started getting hard and he began enjoying the musk. He put his hands over the shoe and Jason let go. Tyler looked down his vision blurry but he could see his feet growing, becoming bigger and slightly hairier. His legs began getting longer and thicker. He felt himself growing taller. His dick getting harder. He took one hand off the shoe to grab it but before he could Jason put it back on the shoe.

“Don’t worry about this bro, you focus on breathing in” Jason said before putting Tyler’s now 10-inch dick in his mouth.  

Jason looked up at Tyler who was in bliss, holding a shoe to his face and breathing in all the musky goodness. Tyler’s thin belly grew out become buff and strong, a 6-pack started forming and then further up two massive pecs exploded out dominating his upper chest. His arms lengthened out and thickened. His hands grew over the shoe becoming big. His face started becoming smoother and more defined. the spots all melted away back into his clean face. His hair became shorter and spikier. Tyler now had a jock bod and Jason was extremely proud but for him to truly fit in he needed to become a jock mentally.  

Tyler felt his head get lighter as memories and knowledge were all drained out and forced into his dick. They were replaced by memories of being a jock and star football player. He had average grades throughout his school life and needed to bully nerds to get it higher. He was also overly horny and fucked his bro Jason a lot. Once all his brains and memories went into his dick, it exploded all in Jason’s mouth. Jason took his mouth away and stood up. He looked over his new studly creation with pride.

“How do you feel bro”

“So good bro, Like I need to fuck, and also make more bro’s”

“Yeah bro that’s how I feel every day. The desire to turn even the most pathetic nerds into the best jocks is great. I can solve your horniness now though, bro" Jason stepped to Tyler and began making out with him. Their buff bodies rubbing together caused them to feel pleasure. They began to start fucking there and then. Once they finished and got dressed, they began making out again, however Zach and Connor walked in. They didn’t see the jocks at first, but when they turned, they saw them making out.

“Oh god Tyler what happened to you” Said Connor

“What did you do to our friend” Said Zach Angrily

“I made him more… more like me. But don’t worry bro’s there’s plenty for all” Said Jason in a cocky tone, an evil grin came over his face. Zach and Connor were shocked and confused at hearing this, but before they tried to go Tyler and Jason pounced on them throwing them to the floor and forcing the shoes over their mouth’s, beginning their jockification process. Zach and Connor breathed in the musky smell and began to feel the pleasure Tyler felt moments ago. Again, their bodies grew becoming taller, leaner and bigger. Abs started showing and becoming visible, two pecs exploded out dominating their upper body. Their faces changed becoming sharper, spots melted away, their hair shortened into jock cuts. Their pleasure was immense. Tyler and Jason knew that they didn’t need to continue holding the shoes over them. They let go and Zach and Connor held them tightly to their faces while they changed mentally. Their desire to be nerdy and top of every class but sports faded, instead they desired the perfect bods, to be the best at football, to turn nerds into jocks and to fuck all the hot babes. They began visualizing all the hot babes and boobs they could think of but they started having images flash in their heads. They didn’t know at first but they were images of hot dudes and each other. They started thinking about how hot guys were, big dicks and each other, eventually forgetting women completely.  As Zach and Connor put their hands on their dicks, Jason knew they would become perfect dumb jocks. Eventually Zach and Connor’s dicks erupted and they got up looking over their new jock bods. Their eyes found each other’s and they fucked. Eventually once they stopped changing, they got up and greeted each other with ‘bro’. Tyler and Jason fucked each other and Zach and Connor fucked each other before they all fucked together. Once done they discussed working out and football. They then got dressed for football.

However, while their transformations happened, they were secretly being eavesdropped by Scott who was currently cowering in the shower.  Once he thought it was ok to go, he quickly made a run for it keeping his head down. But as he made his fourth step, he bumped into something. He looked up and there was Jason looking down at him.  

“Where do you think you’re going bro?”

“there’s been a mistake I shouldn’t be here. I was just looking for something to help do your homework”

“Oh, don’t worry I will get someone else to do that, for now I need to satisfy my urge”

“What urge is that?”

“The urge to turn you into a jock”

“No please I don’t want to be a jock, I like my intelligence. Please don’t take that from me… I beg you don’t.”

“It’s so great when you do” Said Tyler coming from the side

“yeah, join us Scott” Said Zach and Connor. Slowly cornering Scott back into the shower.

“Join us, bro” They all said in unison, repeating over and over until Scotts back touched the wall. Then he looked behind him frightened and looked back Jason.

“Please I don’t want to be gay as well”

“Why bro? What’s wrong with that? I think it’s time you got used to being a jock”

Jason leapt at Scott shoving the shoe over his mouth. Again, Scott turned bit by bit into a jock. His body buffed up. Slowly turning into a perfect jock bod. Then he began rubbing his dick, with each rub more of his knowledge and heterosexuality was forced into his balls. When it exploded, a dumb grin came over him and he was forever now a dumb gay jock.

The boys left for a life of bullying nerds, football and fucking. Jason and Tyler were boyfriends but let others in on threesomes. Life was better for them.