Clarkpb01

I found this jockifier machine in the mail today and accidentally used it on my friend. How do I revert it?

Well, I’m not sure why you’d want to revert it, but…

Hold on, whose name was on the package? Your brother, I see…Well, unfortunately, I can’t share the documentation with anyone who didn’t actually order the device. What exactly happened to your friend?

Okay, so you two were playing Pokemon together when you fiddled with the device and it shot a beam at him. He immediately groaned, his voice deepening and becoming more resonant as his neck grew. His band shirt adapted to his growing muscles, becoming a tank top with “USA” on it while his headset turned into a backwards cap. Now he’s manspreading on the sofa next to you, his fat jock cock sticking out of his shorts as he sips beer from his red Solo cup and talks about baseball. Is that correct?

It sounds like your brother’s Jockifier is set to Maximum, if it turned a gamer nerd into an all-American frat jock that fast. I suggest being very careful with it and keeping it out of your friend’s hands until your brother can input his key code to change the device’s settings. What’s that? Your friend just picked it up?

No more problem? Okay, bro, I hear you. Yeah, dude, I’m sure your aviators are sexy as fuck. How about you and your bro go and explore each other’s hot muscle bods and wait for your brother to get home? I’m sure he’ll appreciate getting a shot with the Jockifier, too.

If this got you horny, consider putting some spare change in my Ko-fi cup so I can write even more hot stories.

All-Star Catcher

My name is Alan and I'm the star shortstop for my small college team. I've always dreamed of making it in the big leagues. I don't remember a time when I didn't have a glove in my hand. There's just something about having this uniform on that makes me stoked for the day. I've trained all day every day since I was a kid until the lamp posts came on and my mom or friends telling me to wrap it up for the day. Even my girlfriend gets jealous sometimes that I don't spend enough time with her. I feel guilty but if I'm being honest, she's second to my love for the game.

It's Friday and we're towards the end of our game against the college across town. They don't stand a chance against our team, but especially my quick moves in the field. They can't get any balls past me! My blood is rushing with adrenaline and I'm feeling confident.

That's when I noticed in the stands some older guys with notepads looking my way. Shit, there are scouts here! This could be big for me as I've always dreamed of being drafted by an MLB team. I push away their presence and focused on the game. The batter then slams a ball my way and I instinctually jump to catch it before it rolls into the outfield. The crowd and my team go crazy! It was the game ending play. My team rushes to lift me up into the air and I can't help but notice the scouts smiling my way.

I'm walking out of the locker rooms still in my uniform feeling the after-game buzz when one of the scouts approaches me.

"Hey there! You're Alan right? Michael Right from the NY Mets. Crazy catch you got there at the end!"

"Thanks so much! It was a lucky save." I said modestly.

"Nonsense! You really have something kid. If you're interested, I'd like you to meet some players from the Mets. We love to see how future prospects mesh with our team."

I was stunned. "I would love that!" Meeting the Mets was a dream for a local town kid such as myself.

"Great! I'll book you on a flight to see them before their big game tomorrow. Some of the players could really use someone with your kind of catching skills."

That last line didn't quite make sense since I didn't think catching was what I was known for, but I would agree to anything to meet the team and make a name for myself.

_____________________________________

It's the next day and I'm being escorted up to the dugout by Michael. It's a few hours before their game and the players are shooting the shit while beginning their stretches. Michael has been so kind to me, and he's even told me about the recent slump the Mets have been in. He's hoping some fresh blood will bring back the mojo for the team.

"Cody! Come over here. I'd love for you to meet Alan, one of our prospects." Michael yelled over to this good looking guy from the opposite side of the dugout. I'm not gay, but even I can tell he's not sleeping alone most nights.

"Sup! I'm Cody. You must be Alan. Michael's told me a lot about you." He shook my hand and gave me a pat on the back. I was enamored and if I'm being honest, a little turned on. My girl would get a kick if she knew I thought that even for a second. I shook it from my head and chalked it up to the star power.

We talked some more and Cody then offered to have me stretch with them. I couldn't believe it, and instantly jumped to join them. I was already in my uniform per Michael's request. I found it strange at first but figured it would help the team picture me among them.

We started with with arm stretches. ""You'll need bigger arms if you hope to be on the team." Cody commented. At that moment I was surprised to see my arms beginning to stretch and bulk. I was freaked out but remained silent as I didn't want to embarrass myself. My arms were twice times the size and I was feeling energy flowing from my arms to my back.

"Maybe even do some lat pulldowns here and there. They really help stabilize your center." Cody continued. He was looking me over while he stretched.

I felt my back start to contract and pull. My back was beginning to fill out my shirt more and I stood up straighter. I began to quietly moan from the pleasure of my abs molding into a carved six pack and my pecs swelling until they were perky. Fuck! What is happening to me?!

I looked over to Cory to see if he noticed the changes. I started to notice just how handsome he was. The fuck? Am I bi? I tried to compare him to my girlfriend but I was having a hard time picturing her. All I could think of was how Cody's arms flexed to fill up his sleeves. Fuck, he was pretty hot.

"Let's see if you can touch your toes. A good base is important. Those hamstrings and glutes are really going to come in handy as well." Cody said as I began to reach for my toes.

Once I tapped my toes I felt my feet begin to expand. Bones started to crack and my shoes were being pushed past their limits. Soon my feet burst through my cleats growing to at least a size 13! I could feel Cody eyeing them lustfully. I started to imagine Codys face in the soles of my feet when the pressure in my cup started increasing. The moan from my mouth was louder now, and I was filling with lust for Cody. I wanted him to peg me down so badly.

My thoughts were interrupted by my legs starting to fill up the remaining space in my pants. The uniform material was stretching to its max and my ass was forming into a round perky bubble butt.

I stood up and began taking the changes in. I was beefy and feeling insanely powerful.

Cody walked over smiling "Looks like you'll give us just the boost we need. All the guys here love to pitch, but you'll make for a solid catcher."

He smacked me on my ass and I almost fell to my knees in pleasure. Fuck, I wanted to show my gratitude for the team so badly. Cody gave me another smack and whispered in my ear "Show me what you've got rookie."

I smiled at my new teammates and showed them what was waiting for them after each game.

Be of Service

Round of applause to @mrrharper

I dumped my uniform and bag into the locker, my partner John doing likewise beside me. After a graveyard shift, the two of us had decided to hit the gym bright and early in the morning before sleeping through our day off. John and I had been partners since we had first joined the police force. As officers, we had done a lot together; rode together, drank together, laughed together. One time we were even in a foursome together with two chicks we had picked up at a bar.

Now in our early thirties though, we had begun to take life a little more seriously. Start choosing wisely, acting responsibly. Working out had been my idea, and after six months it had already shown some results. Both of us were average height and had gained some pudge over the years, but now we both had notable definition. I could not help but flex a little in the mirror, impressed by the beginnings of my triceps.

“Looking fire, broski!”

My eyes shifted over to one of the three football jocks who sauntered into the locker room. I was immediately annoyed by the trio of obnoxious meatheads, and I could tell John was as well.

“Have you been coming here for long?” the first asked. “We haven’t seen you around.”

“We come when we can,” I replied. “Working for the law gives us busy schedules.”

“Woah…so are you guys like, officers or something?” the second guffawed.

“Officers, yeah.” John was irked.

“Huhuhuh…cool bruh!” the third jock inserted. “You two should totally join us!”

Before we could respond, the first jock piped back in, “Yeah dudes! We could have a great sesh between the five of us. Brock here is stellar at arms, and Duke is the best at working those legs and glutes.”

“Jalen’s a pro with chest,” the second jock, Brock, finished. “And you two officer bros, what are you good at?”

I grunted, “Knowing how to refuse an offer.”

It took Brock and Duke, the third jock, a second to process what I had implied, their mental capacities obviously slower than the average male. Jalen was a little faster however, putting on a dumb smile. 

“Your loss bros, but totally understandable,” he shrugged. “In case it wasn’t obvious, we’re on the football team at the local college, so let us know if you need any workout tips or exercises.”

I barely nodded my head, offering a blunt, “Ok, thanks.” John and I then made our way past the bulky jocks, the three of them each larger than either of us. I took a breath as soon as we exited their collective earshot.

“Three cocky dicks,” I snorted. “No better way to start the morning.”

John mockingly agreed. Our workout was brutal, our bodies already tired due to our unusual sleep schedule. This, along with the occasional stare from one of the jocks, only encouraged us to work harder. Nothing was spared from our exercises, we utilized machines that hit multiple areas at once. Arms and chest, legs and back, abs and quads. At the end, we hit the treadmills for a thirty minute run, sneering back at the trio while they stood in front of one of the many mirrors and flexed their pumped arms, taking pictures for social media.

Eventually, we were back in the locker room cleaning up, both expecting the jocks to ambush us again. Fortunately, the lumbering footballers never arrived. John had joked they were probably still drooling over their own muscles in the mirror, and I had replied better they were drooling on themselves then us. I did not want their narcissistic, dim-witted reek all over me, and neither did my partner. We both opted to skip showers; we could take them back at our respective apartments before crashing into our own, cool beds.

As we left the locker rooms and headed towards the exit, we were immediately swarmed by our unwanted acquaintances. 

“You know, bros,” Jalen swung a beefy, sweaty arm around both of us. Brock paced behind me, and Duke followed suit with John. “We never caught your names? We’d like to thank you for your service, officers, whatever it is you do."

His tone was a little menacing, but I knew he would not try to pull something in broad daylight. “Darren,” I responded. “and John.”

Jalen grinned, moving his arms to pat the back of our necks. I felt a little sting at his touch, almost like an electric shock.

“Now c’mon bros, how about you come join us at the frat house where we can properly use your services.”

John frowned, and I retorted with, “I think you boys have had your fun.”

Brock chuckled, “Fun’s not even started broski.”

Duke’s response was even deeper and dumber, “Huhuhuh...dudes aren’t even ready.”

We had finally made it outside, the sun just beginning to rise over the horizon. I noticed our squad cars parked up front, we would be out of this mess in just a moment.

“Alright, this is our stop,” I exclaimed, making sure the three got my message. Suddenly, a piercing jolt was sent across my spine, traveling all the way from my brain to my toes.

“Our stop is actually over there, officers.” Jalen pointed to the two trucks past their cruisers. “Darren, you can come with me and Brock, Duke here is gonna take John.”

Robotically, my body followed Jalen’s command, tracing behind the first two jocks to their obnoxiously big vehicle. Although I could not turn my head, I could tell John’s body was following the orders as well.

“Disengage Operation Mode, security bypass JALEN, sleep.”

— —

“Engage 25% Operation Mode, security bypass JALEN, wake.”

My eyes fluttered open. I was standing in an empty room, not rigid but not slouching either. To my right, I could sense my partner’s presence, familiar with John’s aura. We were still in our dirty gym gear, although our body odor was nothing compared to the three jocks standing proudly before us. Through the windows behind them, I assumed it to still be some time in the morning, but that was the only piece of the situation that I could try to fathom.

“Bet you’ve never had a mind control chip implanted, have you, officers?”

I tried to respond with something snarky, but my mouth wouldn’t let me.

“We were just trying to be friendly, help some bros out, but you two insulted our kindness.” Jalen stepped a little closer, even from a distance I could feel his large, masculine presence. “Maybe next time you won’t mess with the son of a government-funded millionaire.”

Jalen pointed his fingers at his two goons. Brock and Duke each stepped forward, crossing the distance between them and John and I. They removed our shirts, and although I could see or move my feet, I realized my shoes had already been taken too.

“My dad gifted me some leftover mind-control chips he had built for the military, said I could use them if I ever needed them. Something along the lines of "accessing the nervous system" and "reprogramming capabilities". Didn't matter to me bros, it was all nerd-speak. I just needed the commands.”

If I could have, I would have gulped. Jalen stepped closer as the other jocks discarded our clothes.

“MC 1001, 50% Operation Mode.”

Suddenly, the feeling was restored throughout my body. I did not bother with attempting an escape, recognizing my body was still glued to the floor. When I turned to my partner, I realized John had not been released.

“What’s the plan, Jalen?” I spat.

“You were so rude to us back at our gym when you are employed to be of service” Jalen smirked. "The bros and I thought we should remind you of your duty, and what better way then by dispatching you as our new security guards who obey our every wish and command?”

“So what, you’re going to 'reprogram' us?”

“How about you see for yourself?” Jalen then turned to John. “MC 1002, engage Modification Mode, security bypass JALEN.”

“MC 1002, Modification Mode engaged, security bypass confirmed." It may have been John’s mouth that had opened, but I knew it was not him who was speaking.

“Brock,” Jalen invited. “How about you take the first swing?”

Brock laughed and scratched at his crotch, “Get him jacked bro.”

Jalen turned to Duke, “Anything specific you’d like to add?”

To my surprise, Duke did have something to add–a lot to add: “Make them former rugby players bro, cause rugby is for idiots and rugby players should serve football jocks, the real alphas.”

Jalen raised his eyebrows, a bit surprised too. “Works for me. MC 1002, enter in keywords ‘Rugby’ and ‘Jock’ to the personality frame and set both at 88. Raise ‘Muscle’ by 40 base points and remove any post-secondary education from the mainframe.”

Watching the football neanderthal list off a series of programming commands put our situation into a new perspective. My eyes grew with fear as the changes installed into John’s body. It was like watching a horrible balloon inflation, his body contorting as it expanded. John’s once meager chest bloated into two massive pecs supported by two trunks of legs. His arms cartoonishly bulged until they were practically circular, his pits filling with hair as a tattoo wrapped itself around his right bicep. His face thickened too, adopting a square shape along with a wider nose and thicker stubble.

“Keywords ‘Rugby’ and ‘Jock’ successfully installed.” John’s voice was now deeper, gruffer. “‘Muscle’ upgraded, post-secondary education deleted.”

Jalen nodded, “MC 1002, add 10 base points to his age as well.”

“Adding 10 base points to ‘Age’.” To my shock, I helplessly observed my partner grow older beside me. The skin around his body tightened, pulling in to reveal the more delicate details of his veins and tendons. Wrinkles began to develop across his body along with other age marks. It was painful to watch his hairline slowly pull back, his scalp thinning out into a well-maintained crew cut.

“Here’s the fun part,” Jalen mocked, noting my face of terror. "Lower cognitive abilities by 20 base points and independent identity by 30 base points. Install the ‘Security’ package to the mainframe and boost the ‘Obedience’ category to max potential."

Although there were no visible alterations, I could have sworn the light went out behind my partner’s eyes. “All actions executed, please confirm modifications to MC 1002.”

Jalen smirked, making direct eye contact with me. “Confirm MC 1002, disengage Modification Mode, reengage total Operation Mode.”

To my delight, I watched as John’s body reanimated completely, indicating he now had full control over his body. But any hope I had was immediately crushed as soon as he stood at command, dumbly  grinning with his arms crossed over his chest.

“How can I be of service, sir?” John asked Jalen.

“Go do a full sweep of the yard of something, bro.” Jalen tossed John a pair of sunglasses, not even bothering to hand him any other clothes. Apparently his now too-tight joggers were enough. “Oh, and by the way, you go by Hammer now.”

“Hammer…” John processed. “Yes sir, thank you sir.”

I watched as my former partner stomped out of the room, out of our reality.

“Why ‘Hammer’, bro?” Brock piped in from behind me.

“‘Cause he’ll be laying down the law of the land.” Jalen then shifted back to me. “Our other friend here will be ‘Brute’.”

I heard two empty-headed laughs from the two empty-headed jocks behind me.

“He’ll be nothing more than a wall of meat,” Jalen taunted. Before I could insult him back, he instantly shut me up. “MC 1001, engage Modification Mode, security bypass JALEN.”

“MC 1001, Modification Mode engaged, security bypass confirmed." My mouth was out of my control. I tried to fight back, reanimate myself by any means possible.

“Alright Duke, it’s your turn.”

“Same thing as last time, bruh.”

Disappointed, Jalen shifted back to Brock, “Got something else?”

I prayed Brock would not say anything too damaging “Make him huge dude,” he requested, putting me at ease before following up with: “And make him like a butler too.”

Jalen laughed, and if I could have I would have cried.

“Oh MC 1001,” Jalen merrily instructed. “Copy MC 1002’s personality frame and mainframe, and enhance body and clothes proportions to 1.5. ”

“Modifications downloading,” I stated, a sudden sinking emerging in my stomach. In moments, I sprung upwards towards the ceiling, my height soaring above the jocks to an astonishing six and a half feet. Muscles exploded out of my body, bloating me thick with bulk. My arms were plump and my hands meaty. Two juicy pecs larger than my head were now carried by my absolute barrel of a chest, stretched out and taut. My legs were colossal, so dense that I would permanently be forced to take wide, swaggering steps. Even my neck thickened, supporting my newly masculinized skull.

“Copy and paste procedure successful.” My voice was husky, low, deep and booming. “Body and clothes proportions at 1.5.”

“Look at his socks, bro,” I heard Brock snigger behind me. “Whattya think those stompers are?”

“Huhuhuh…I don’t know dude…maybe Size 15?”

“Looks like I missed something,” Jalen appeared disappointed. “MC 1001, reduce reproductive size to 3.”

“Redacting 4 base points from ‘Reproduction’.” I screamed, pleading for this to stop. But no words exited my mouth. Instead, I remained painfully silent as I felt my cock and balls shrivel down within my shorts. 

“Helps with the obedience factor” Jalen stated. “Now, let's lower cognitive abilities by 40 base points and independent identity to 15 base points. Install the ‘Security’ package to the mainframe, boost the ‘Obedience’ category to max potential, and add in keywords ‘Respect’, ‘Humility’, and ‘Subservience’."

I would not give up, I would not cave in. “Please confirm modifications to MC 1002?”

Jalen was finished with his game. “Confirm modifications, disengage Modification Mode, reengage total Operation Mode.”

After a moment, I blinked. My head felt fuzzy, empty, as if some great weight of responsibility had been removed. I dumbly chuckled to myself.

"Feeling good there, bro?” Jalen smiled. “Excited to serve us jocks?"

"Uhhhh, yeah bruh…be of service."

"Well said, Brute."

"Brute?" I smiled lazily. “What can I uh…do bro?”

"First, let’s get you in uniform.” Jalen signaled to Duke, who then tossed a black cap to me. I secured it backwards onto my head proudly.

“Now, clean the frat house from top to bottom. I’m talking dirty laundry in the machine, trash taken out, floors scrubbed–the whole deal. I want this place looking slick before the party starts tonight. Once you’re done with that, you can go patrol the lawn for any feds. Got all that?”

It took a while for me to process everything, but eventually the dumb grin came back to my face.

“Yeah bruh…whatever you need.”

Brock Purdy

The Click

“Ugh what’s the point in trying” Said Jason annoyedly as he stormed down the empty alley way to meet his boyfriend Ryan. Jason was 19, he had failed getting any job and was currently living with his boyfriend off of both their parent’s money. Ryan was currently doing an acting degree at college however he managed to get a weekend job to help him out financially. Jason however didn’t have job and didn’t know what he was doing with his life. Jason had pretty good grades from high school, but he never knew what to do with them, he’s didn’t know what he liked or wanted to do. His parents gave him ideas from time to time about engineering or computer science. He was lost though and needed a new path to find his way. To make matters worse he failed to get three jobs in the last week and he knew if he couldn’t find a job soon his dad would make him come home and work in the family construction company. 

Jason continued to walk down the empty alley way to his apartment, his boyfriend Ryan was waiting down the alleyway outside the café next to their apartment. He had a smile, always expecting the best.  

‘I don’t deserve him’ thought Jason as he got closer.

“So how was it” Asked Ryan. 

“Not great babe” Jason said lowering his head in disappointment. 

“Don’t worry there’s a million things to do out there. I’m sure you will find what’s right for you in time” Said Ryan cheerfully. 

Ryan and Jason smiled and kissed cementing their love at that moment. They went to go and sit down on the side walk. Ryan put his arm around and leaned his head into Jason.  

“Ryan I’m hungry, what’s for dinner?” Asked Jason as his tummy rumbled.

“I dunno honestly, maybe a pizza from here” 

“A pizza! Have you worked out enough to earn that?” Jason Joked 

“It’s not as if you’re any better” Ryan joked back, prodding Jason’s stomach 

Both the boys liked to joke about their body sizes. They were both very twinkish. Very thin bodies with little muscle and mass. They didn’t do much exercise but they went for occasional walks or runs. They were also incredibly fashionable. They wore the best clothes everywhere they went. Their hair was trendy and stylized, which they protected dearly. This was how they attracted tops for weekend threesomes, which they needed as they were both bottoms.  

Ryan would wear clothes with LGBT symbols sometimes, which made Jason quite afraid when they went out, as even though they lived in a very progressive area, he was still worried about getting beaten up. He wasn’t any better in terms of covering up his femininity though. He had a feminine voice like his boyfriend and wore a large amount of makeup. This meant most people could tell that he was gay from the start. Overall, they were your average stereotypical twinks.  

“What pizza are you thinking of” Asked Ryan 

“I’m thinking meaty but at the same time plain. I can’t quite decide, surprise me” 

“Ok, then. I will be back in a few minutes” Said Ryan getting up and going into get pizza 

“Oh, and don’t talk to Margaery at the counter for too long, its Drag Race tonight” Shouted Jason 

Jason looked down at his phone looking for jobs to apply to. There weren’t very many up and the ones that were there required skills he didn’t have. He switched his phone off. 

“I’m never going to find a job, I might as well give up” He whispered 

As he whispered it, he could hear some fast sprinting from around the corner. Jason looked around and a figure in a dark blue navy uniform with rolled up sleeves ran around the corner straight at him. He was a big and brawn guy. His head was round and he had squarish jaw. His skin was tan from his deployments in the desert and his hair was short shaved and jet black. He wore sun glasses which complimented his serious and ‘manly’ look. he slowed down, as he got closer. 

“You okay there son” He said very quickly, in a thick southern accent. 

“Ye…yes sir” Said Jason confused at why he was being spoken to like this. 

“You ever feel like your life is going nowhere son, that you’re at a dead end” said the recruiter in his southern accent, a bit slower this time. 

 Jason was taken a back. This recruiter who came out of nowhere literally described how he felt at this time. There was no way he knew what Jason was feeling. But then again army recruiters did this kind of thing all the time, giving no hope so people would join. Or maybe this was his calling. ‘No way’ he thought to that idea, that was stupid. He wasn’t nearly fit enough. And as well you needed a little patriotism to join, which Jason nor Ryan had any. Still Jason had to reply and he would reply honestly as he always did. 

“Yeah I guess so” Jason said uninterestedly hoping to remove any idea of enlistment 

Jason waited for the recruiter to reply with something patriotic about enlisting. But it didn’t come instead the recruiter replied with an odd question. 

“What’s your favourite branch of the military” He said very quickly  

Jason took a little time to understand what he said, but some other force in his head had already formed an answer, like it was thinking something different. The same thing then forced him to shout out the answer.  

“The navy, sir” He shouted out with enthusiasm  

Wait. What? A second ago he had been uninterested why was he talking so suddenly like he was signing up as if it was a duty. 

“So, you’re a navy guy. I see, I see. No shame in that” Said the recruiter positively 

The recruiter started looking Jason up and down while he put his hand on his chin as if he was processing Jason. Jason shocked by his own reaction and by the recruiter currently looking him up and down as if he were recruitment material, wanted to say something to get rid of the idea of him signing up to the navy, but his brain couldn’t formulate the words needed into a sentence to do that. 

“Well son, I see if you want to join the navy then you gonna need to beef up a bit” 

‘Ha, so now he’s going to tell me what I need to do and then go, well just say no Jason, just say no. Or even better just say ok. It’s not as if he’s going to follow up” Thought Jason worried he might have another outburst and sign himself up for some pre-enlistment program. 

“Well don’t worry, this will only take a few seconds” Said the recruiter with a grin 

‘Wait what?’ thought Jason 

The recruiter put his fingers together as if he was about to click them. And before Jason could respond. 

‘Click’ The recruiter clicked his fingers 

Jason froze as a sharp chill went down his back. His body started shaking. Suddenly his feet and vans began growing out. He looked down his feet must have grown to a size 13 from his tiny size 8. His calves exploded out. It felt like his bones and muscles were ripping apart. He looked up and was now at eye height with the smirking recruiter, who seemed to be stuck in time. The further up Jason’s leg, his fat melted away and hard muscle formed. He clenched at his stomach as pain filled his body. He felt as his small pecs inflated out like balloons and his stomach sucked until he had a ripped chest. Finally, his arms began pulsing with pain. Each pulse grew more muscle and stretched out his arms. 

Jason looked down over himself he was a hunk now. He looked back at the recruiter who was stuck in time. 

‘Click’ the same clicking noise was made and the recruiter was back. 

“What just happened?“ Said Jason panicking 

“Oh, I just click my fingers and whatever I want to change changes” Said the recruiter 

“Y…y…y… you were frozen and now I’m big”    

“Yeah that’s what the first click is like, next one will be near instant you won’t feel or see that much” 

“But I don’t get what do you want?” Said Jason afraid of his new changes 

“You, that’s what. You said your life was at a dead end, so I’m giving you purpose. In the navy.” Said the recruiter bluntly. 

Jason wanted to say something about how the recruiter was wrong and he didn’t, but his head continued to refuse to put the necessary words together.  

“Now that your fit enough, let’s clear up some more features, then get you dressed up in proper attire. I may also need to do a slight mind wipe and add a little patriotism to you.” 

“Wait What!!”  

“Oh, and that voice isn’t going to get you far, lets deepen it a bit” The recruiter smirked again and clicked his fingers. For a second Jason’s neck began to feel as if it was being strangled and then Jason let out some grunting that sounded deeper than his usual voice. The recruiter seemed happy with that. He gave another click and Jason’s make up faded back into his skin making him look natural. Another click and Jason’s well styled hair shrunk back into his scalp, until he had a plain, short recruit cut.  

“You’re gonna love it son. Cleaning up ships, taking orders without question, working out with your brothers” the recruiter began to tease Jason, who was definitely not interested in anything he mentioned and knowing he was going to be doing it for life scared him more.  

“Please no more” pleaded Jason 

“Sorry son, we started might as well finish you off” the recruiter gave smile before clicking his fingers again. Jason’s yellow hoodie reformed into a uniform of the same color, his black ripped, skinny jeans started repairing itself and changing to a less rough fabric. His vans enlarged rapidly, its light material hardening into boots. As his clothes changed a dark blue camo pattern formed on his back and spread over his clothes. His red undershirt turned navy blue. A navy camo cap formed on his head covering his hair. His uniform empty name tags now filled themselves. One with “U.S Navy” and another with his name. 

“Ah there we go, you look just right for the navy now son. Last bit now, just gonna alter your mind so we don’t need to put you through training” He said giving an extra big smirk. Jason was scared now, he didn’t want to be turned into a navy guy and on top of that Ryan wouldn’t know a thing, he would just disappear for him. The Recruiter readied his fingers and smirked at Jason, who was terrified. 

“Jason, Jason, where are you?” called Ryan from behind.  

‘Oh god no please, go back Ryan’ Jason thought 

“Oh, who’s this? A friend of yours” Said the recruiter intrigued. 

“He’s my boyfriend, Ryan, sir” Jason said uncontrollably. 

“Ahh that explains the navy, well you know what they say ‘two birds one stone’. Call him over”  

The same unknown force that had kept Jason silent and speak uncontrollably tried to force Jason to call out for Ryan. Jason tried to resist, to keep his boyfriend safe. But another click from the recruiter and Jason turned to call Ryan over. As Ryan walked over Jason felt terrible. He had doomed his boyfriend to the same fate as him, he wanted to scream but some the same force kept his mouth shut. 

“Jason what’s happened to you? What’s going on? And who are you?” Said Ryan frightened looking at what had happened. The recruiter turned his smirk to Ryan, and clicked his fingers again. The pizza in Ryans hand vanished instantly into the air. He clicked again and Ryans body instantly beefed up like Jason’s. Another click and his make-up vanished and his hair shortened. One last click and his clothes turned from a white hoodie with a rainbow flag and blue jeans into a navy uniform, complete with a hat. Ryan stood in silence he didn’t know what had happened he looked to Jason for an answer but Jason’s mind couldn’t form any words to speak. 

“Great now that you’re up to date with your boyfriend we can finish this off” said the recruiter eagerly. He was waiting to go out and find his next unfortunate victim to turn into recruits. He held his hand ready to click his fingers again. Both boys’ eyes fixed on them.  

‘Click’  

Instantly the boy’s minds were wiped clean of knowledge, memory and personality, they were stuck there with blank minds. The recruiter made his next click and the boys heads were filled with new memories and knowledge that made them ideal recruits for the navy. Instead of doing drama, Ryan did engineering and Jason did mechanics. They both worked out pretty hard at the gym and were pretty buff from it. Their love their country inspired them to enlist and so they became navy bros the instant they both turned 18.  As their minds refocused, they changed their stance and stood at attention. Like they should when in the presence of a higher up. 

“There you go boys, looking quite smart now aren’t you” 

“Yes sir” They said in unison 

“Damn, you make me proud and enjoy this job. Well one last thing, close your eyes”  

The boys closed their eyes and the recruiter clicked his fingers one last time. When they opened their eye’s, they were on a ship in their dorm. The boys were in for a life of orders, broish banter and fucking. No one minded the fucking and would instead join them. For now, though they knew their orders, chain of command and comrades. The boy went out to start their daily duties on the ship.