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Bookworm to Benchpress

I couldn’t stand my roommate, Caleb, at first. Our online conversations before university had led me to believe he was someone similar to me—reserved and bookish occasional gamer. But the person I met was a whirlwind of energy that exuded force, a stark contrast to my quiet demeanor. Caleb was the epitome of a dude bro, his boisterous charm drawing people like moths to a flame. His presence was overwhelming, and I often found myself irritated, yet intrigued by his larger-than-life persona.

Caleb's influence began subtly. He would often encourage me to join him for early morning workouts. "C'mon, bro. It's good for you," he'd insist, his enthusiasm chipping away at my reluctance. The gym sessions were grueling, yet there was a sense of camaraderie that I couldn’t help but enjoy. His philosophy of 'being built different' was both baffling and inspiring.

Gradually, I found myself being pulled into a more disciplined lifestyle. Caleb was a force of nature, waking up at the crack of dawn with a zeal that was infectious. "Discipline starts with the dawn," he'd proclaim, and I found myself mirroring his routine. I began with 50 push-ups each morning, a task that seemed insurmountable at first, but grew easier with time. Breakfasts transformed from sugary cereals to eggs and orange juice, fueling my body in ways I hadn’t imagined.

Then came the cold showers, a practice that initially felt like torture. "It's about pushing your limits, bro," Caleb would encourage, a mischievous glint in his eye. I begrudgingly started, each icy blast a battle of willpower. But with time, what was once a dreaded experience became a refreshing challenge.

The changes in me were not just physical. My confidence soared, and I found myself engaging more with others, stepping out from behind the safety of my books. My clothes fit better, and my posture improved. Caleb’s influence was unmistakable. "Show off that progress, man! Your life is defined by discipline," he'd say, his encouragement a accompanied by a pec dance.

Our relationship, initially strained, evolved into a mutual respect. I realized that beneath Caleb's flashy exterior lay a deep commitment to self-improvement. His antics, which I had once found abrasive, were now moments of inspiration.

One evening, after a particularly intense workout session, Caleb opened up about his philosophy. "Being disciplined isn't just about the gains or the girls," he mused, a rare seriousness in his tone. "It's about loving the journey, the daily grind. It's about finding joy in discipline itself. That's the real reward."

His words struck a chord within me. Caleb, the embodiment of discipline, had unwittingly become a mentor, guiding me towards a path of self-discovery and growth. His relentless pursuit of excellence had become my own, a shared journey that transcended our initial differences. In that moment, my respect for Caleb deepened, transforming my once intolerable roommate into an unlikely source of inspiration.

I live in a rough neighbourhood not by choice but that’s not the biggest problem. I am in a block flats and I am constantly being woken up by the guy in the next door flat. He is constantly having parties and loud sex. I would confront him but he is a muscly chav lad. What should I do?

He was huge and incredibly intimidating. You had never spoken to him but had heard the parties. The boorish lads drunkenly singing, dancing, and god knows what else.

You've been in the flat below only for a few weeks and the parties are non stop. You're going to have to speak to him at some point and try and sort things out.

One day you notice it seems particularly quiet. You figure everyone is gone. This is your chance.

You knock on his door and wait. After a few moments the door unlocks and swings open. The towering beast of a man stands in front of in nothing but a pair of Nike joggers.

You're not gay but you're left speechless for a few moments. He's chest is huge and covered in dark hair just like his beard. This hair continues over his rock hard abs and down to a snail trail leading to the thickest bulge you have ever seen.

His thighs fill the joggers to the point you think they should rip. His feet are about as big as your face and are probably more muscular that your entire body.

You quickly snap out of your trance and introduce yourself. He listens as you explain your situation and your issues with the noise.

He's surprisingly calm and you wonder why you saw him as intimidating.

He apologises for disturbing you and invites you to enjoy his new shisha pipe with him to make amends.

Although not usually your thing the smell is alluring. You agree and sit down opposite him.

You both start puffing away and getting to know each other. His name's Kieran and he's actually a really nice guy. He works in modelling and says he's got a great eye for new talent as he gestures towards you.

You laugh at first but slowly you begin to lose focus. You quickly look over to him in panic as you start to go faint. He smiles at you just as it all goes black.

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When you come to something feels...new... different.

You're still in Kieran's flat but you've changed. You're more slender than before, you weren't fat but not as slender as you are now.

Your ass however isn't slender, it's now bouncy and round. It fills out the tracksuit you find yourself wearing almost too well. The outline of a jockstrap visible through the fabric.

You feel the cold metal of a chain against your skin that now hangs around your neck. A black baseball cap, backwards, finishes your look.

You're confused for a moment but Kieran's entrance to the room catches your attention.

As you look up to him new memories flood into place.

You've lived with Kieran for a few years now. Ever since he recruited you into his modeling/porn company.

He specialises in gay chav porn and modeling the latest outfits from Nike and Adidas. Those parties he always hosts? Not actually parties but drunken orgies.

You've been Kieran's favourite since he met you in the pub after you ditched college. Being his favourite means you're the only one that gets to be bred by him.

You look up to him with puppy dog eyes, he steps towards you rubbing his bulge.

It seems you're going to get a treat before the rest of the lads arrive.

Dalton Chandler | via Snapchat

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!

Thanksgiving Football

Justin sat on his phone. He was so bored waiting for everyone else to start arriving for the thanksgiving dinner. His dad had put the football game on their TV but Justin wasn’t really interested in it. Sports just wasn’t his thing. Everyone in the family knew it. Just looking at his out of shape body was enough of a signal that most people didn’t even need to ask. He wasn’t severely overweight but a belly had started to grow on his skinny frame. Bigger clothes had helped hide it somewhat but it was getting noticeable again.

“Sup big guy,” Cameron tossed a football at his chest. With a loud ‘oof’ Justin was able to catch it. It wasn’t a hard throw but enough to get Justin’s attention. The college football stud didn’t like to be ignored. “Gettin ready for the game! It’s supposed to be a good one!”

“I guess,” Justin just rolled his eyes at the thought. He just kept flipping through his phone as the game played out in front of him. Part of him had always been a little jealous of his cousin. The big guy could light up just about any room and was the size of a tank. People looked up to him literally and figuratively. Being jealous was almost just natural. 

“Come on man! Give me some enthusiasm,” Cameron was goading him. He knew how much Justin hated football. “You know I’ve got just the thing,” Cameron pulled out his phone and started flipping through it. The jock wasn’t known to do something like this. Even if his numerous girlfriends were texting him, he tried to keep the attention to the person right in front of him.

It was enough to catch Justin’s attention. He looked at his cousin a bit oddly. “What do you mean by that?” Just asked. But suddenly felt something really off about his body. He wasn’t sure what it was but something felt a little strange. He opened up his legs a little bit and leaned forward. For some reason his body felt hot. His shirt was sticking to his body. ‘Am I sweating?’ he realized. Pulling at the fabric it felt wet. “Hey Cam…” he panted. “I don’t feel so good…”

“Don’t worry about it. You’ll feel great in just a second,” Cameron was still smiling about something. Justin didn’t know what it would have been though. He was too busy looking over his body trying to figure out what was happening to it. Sweat was really starting to pour out onto his clothes. He could see visible wet spots around his chest and pants.

“What’s…” he grunted. “What’s that mean?” Another grunt escaped his mouth. His whole body suddenly convulsed. He fell down onto the couch, writhing at the suddenly sensation overtaking his body. It was something he’d never known before. His muscles felt so strange. It was like they were going through some kind of intense workout. He didn’t know the feeling too well but enough to know what it was like to be tired. His muscles was going into overtime. They just kept contracting and expanding. Over and over. Contracting and expanding.

The first thing to go was his shoes as the front of his feet pushed out in front of the soles. The size 10 shoes were far too small for what his feet were becoming. The rubber and fabric bent around his feet and eventually dropped to the ground. His socks stretched against the bigger feet. His now bigger hands gripped a pillow tightly feeling his jeans and graphic tee pull even tighter around his body. He could hear some part of it starting to tear. Little by little he could feel constricted by his clothing. It was holding him back. With it on he couldn’t grow. He writhed more trying to squeeze out of it.

His shirt pulled at his chest and shoulders while his jeans would barely hold in his thick muscular butt. But it was his thighs that was going to free his bottom half. Their thick, strong nature tore apart the denim at the seams. One seam popped. Then another. Then another 5 then it just tore straight down his legs revealing their massive size. “Fuck…” he groaned. The shirt had raised up showing off the bottom abs surrounding his belling button. It was pulling even tighter against his chest. Two thick pecs weren’t enough to tear it apart. Neither were his 17 inch arms. It wasn’t long before they’d reached 18. Then 19. Then 20. “FUCK!” He let out a muffled scream into the pillow and a flex busting the shirt. The soft fabric didn’t stand a chance against his dense body.

Justin stood up and looked at his cousin. He was only about 2 inches shorter than him now. “How ya feeling?” Cameron grinned.

“Bro. I feel fuckin great!” Justin said excitedly. For a second he tried to think about how he would have normally said it. But all he could do was criticize that part of himself as an aloof idiot. “Da fuck? Why can’t I fucking remember anything?” he asked. Justin wasn’t trying to curse. It just came out naturally. “All I can think about is football and working out!” But those thoughts filled him with joy. If anything he was even more ready for Thanksgiving dinner to load up on carbs and protein. It was the perfect cheat day.

“Sorry that’s part two,” Cameron said. “I got used to it too. Don’t worry. You’ll love it.” He got up from his chair and measured himself next to Justin. Of course he had to be bigger but Justin would hate it. It’d drive them both to working out and training for even more size. “Girls are going to be all over you now!” he slapped Justin’s tight back.

“Huh?” Justin looked down trying to go back to his phone but once he saw the football he grabbed it. “Let’s go play man! I’ve been sitting around all day!”

Cameron got up from the couch. “Yeah!” he cheered, beating his chest. “Let’s go fucking play!” Then realized what he was looking at. “Maybe you should go get some clothes on first though. It’s family today. Don’t think there’s any girls you’re trying to impress now.”

Justin looked down realizing his body wasn’t covered. “Shit man. Completely forgot…”

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