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It’s such a shame you don’t have a whole part for dumb&jocked! He left tumblr I think and I can’t find his stories anywhere

You can find most of the stories on this site. As for the missing parts, you may find them on my blog.

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what's up bros

to make this blog a bit more accessible, this is gonna be an index of all of my stories and other stuff connected with me, neatly divided into themes

everything's under this pic of a hot stud

Jock TF

Todd goes to a gym / Academic requirements / A Son, Reformed / Muscles In Chains / The Rookie's Figuring It Out / Headphones In, Guns Out / Waiting For The Roommate / Mandatory PE Class / A Real Jock's Supposed to Be Dumb /

Jock-focused

Under Armour Jock™ / Coach's Process of Developing a Jock / More Loyal, More American, More The Same / Muscle Memory / Inside A Jock's Mind / Script For A Jock / No-Trade Clause /

Cop/Soldier reprogramming

Programming Adjustment / Law, Order and Musk / Personal Muscle, Uniform Included / A Guard Programmed To Control And Obey /

Gym Bro TF (and adjacent)

Gym Bro / Bro Advice / A Workout Break / This Is How You Recruit Gym Bros / Waking Up Huge And Jocked / Empty Eyes, Pumped Bis

Other stuff

Commissions - I am open for commissions. Want me to write you a story? Check the linked post for all the necessary details

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Ko-fi page - you can support me and my work on ko-fi

Cocky And Proud, By Accident

Greg's roommate Chris had just begun his 10 month stay in Japan as a part of a student exchange program. In the beginning Greg thought that maybe, just maybe, he would have their 2 bed dorm all to himself. Then he realized he would probably be living with a student from Japan. After all, Chris was taking part in a student exchange program.

But he didn't expect what actually happened. He was assigned a new roommate, who turned out to be Heath Richards, a jock from the football team. When Greg was informed of the administration's decision he just sighed. This was going to be a hard year.

From the moment Heath first entered Greg's room it was clear his new roommate was a textbook example of a college football bro. He was loud - screaming while watching TV, belching and burping, laughing with that dumb jock chuckle. His clothes were everywhere and he refused to pick them up no matter how often Greg would remind him. This also meant that his sweaty smell quickly filled the whole room and removing this stench seemed impossible.

Greg was stuck with a dumb football jock for a roommate and he hated every minute of it. But there was nothing he could do as there was no process to appeal the decision that put Heath in his room. He also didn't have the money to move out and rent a studio off campus. So he was stuck with Heath. And that musky, sweaty smell.

One day Greg woke up and while still groggy and half-asleep, he started looking for clothes to wear. He opened his drawer and took out the pair of boxer briefs from the top of the pile and put it on. He then moved to their small kitchen area to prepare himself some breakfast. As he mixed the oatmeal he felt as if Heath's smell was more noticeable than usual.

"broooooooo" He suddenly heard the jock's voice behind him "why you wearin' my Under Armour boxers dude?"

"What?" Greg looked down and he gasped as he realized that the underwear he was wearing was not his usual kind, but Heath's black Under Armour boxer briefs.

"Fuck, how the hell did these get into my drawer, dude?"

"dunno brah, just calm down bro" Heath just shrugged "ya can wear them dude if ya want, i don't care, i have like 20 more after signing that sweet deal" Greg was about to scream at the guy, demanding he finally take care of his clothes when a thought entered his mind. You enjoy wearing Under Armour. It was a foreign thought, almost as if someone else had planted it in Greg's mind. But it stayed there, and though he was still angry at Heath, the need to take off the boxers just disappeared.

"Ugh" he just groaned "you jocks are all the same" he muttered under his breath and finished making his oatmeal, which he then took back to his desk. He sat down and started eating. You enjoy the smell of sweat, especially after a workout. The feeling of disgust at Heath's stench disappeared instantly, replaced by a slight enjoyment of the salty smell.

Greg quickly ate his breakfast, then got ready for the day. He put on a pair of shorts, a t-shirt and a hoodie, his ass still covered by Heath's UA boxer briefs. He saw the jock sitting on the couch on the other side of the room, wearing only a jockstrap, with his legs spread wide apart, looking at something on his phone. Greg rolled his eyes as he took his bag in his hand and walked up to the door.

"I hope I won't find any more of your clothes in my drawer, Heath" he barked at his roommate as he opened the door.

"yeah, yeah, calm down bruh" Heath drawled in response, then scratched his bulge. Greg sighed and left the room, ready to get through all the classes he had to attend today.

Greg was sitting on his third lecture of the day, still not the last, taking notes diligently. The professor went on and on, his charisma barely perceptible and he seemed to be the only person in the room who was still following what the older man was saying. Then, as the prof was looking at the computer, trying to change his presentations, a thought was implanted into Greg's mind. You have an IQ of 80 and don't care about academics.

He stopped taking notes and looked around. Fuck, how much longer was this lecture going to take? Greg shifted around in his seat, spreading his legs wider apart. The old dude leading the class resumed talking but he didn't really get what he was saying. It all sounded so boring.

An hour later, Greg was finally free of that old dude's ramblings. He looked at his phone and realized he still had one class left. Huhuh, nope, he was not going to suffer, not for one minute longer. And so he left the rest of his group and started walking towards the dorms. His brain needed time to relax after this mind numbing experience.

When he entered his dorm room, Heath was sitting on the couch, watching game tape on his laptop. Wait, how did he know it was game tape?

"ey dude, yer early bro" Heath commented, his eyes focused on the screen.

"Yeah..." Greg nodded, but then he didn't know what to say, he didn't have the words. You speak like a dumb jock.

"dude, lectures were so fuckin' boring bro, huhuhuh" Greg let out a dumb chuckle as he approached Heath and then sat down on the couch.

"duh bro, never got why ya bothered with all that academic bullshit bro, i see yer finally seeing how dumb all that shit is" Heath paused the video on his laptop and looked at Greg. "the only reason to stay in school is fuckin sports dude, ain't no other way to get to the NFL bro" He then furrowed his brow as he looked into Greg's eyes "you play ball dude?"

Greg was surprised by the question and as his brain was processing it, another thought appeared. You are a cornerback playing for the Atlanta Golden Eagles.

"yeah bruh huhuhuhuh, am a damn cornerback" Greg let out another dumb chuckle and Heath looked at him, suddenly very confused.

"shit, i gotta get ya to coach" He put the laptop away and stood up "follow me bruh"

Coach was not thrilled when he learned what happened to Greg. When Heath brought him to his office it took a while to get the necessary context out of the dumb jock, but eventually Coach was able to understand what had occured.

His supplements which turn all his players into strong and cocky football jocks had a weird quirk - it spread through his body and entered the jock's cum. And because Heath was one nasty jock, he got off into his boxers and didn't even wash them. so when Greg put on Heath's used boxers, some of the supplement got into his system and the his transformation began.

Coach was not thrilled, but he quickly , but he quickly decided to use this whole mishap to his advantage. He activated his connections, did some work himself and got himself a new player - cornerback Greg Geralt Evans. A few rounds of Coach's supplement and Geralt would be just as muscular as his best bro Heath, ready to get on the gridiron destroy any opposing team.

And Chris would have to find himself a new place to live after coming back form Japan.

He looked into mirror, starring intently at his reflection and said it, practically as a whisper “bro”

He shuddered violently, instantly experiencing such an intense wave of nausea he had to hold on to the sink to prevent himself from passing out.

He tried to catch his breath and looked back up at his reflection intently. Nothing seemed to have changed except for maybe his rigid posture and the determination in his eyes. Of course his body was going to resist. He was going against everything he was and thought he wanted to be for so long.

But that was about to change. His best friend went though it, the guy he had a crush on most of his life but dared not say it… now he was something completely different, something they used to despite. He felt a flicker of it inside him already, ready to grow. He gripped the sink harder this time and said it again… “bro”

It was easier and more obvious this time as he kept his eyes locked on his reflection. Same wave of nausea, but the body shiver was accompanied by something more, a new wave of golden color to his skin, a clearing of his complexion, dissolving of a layer of fat. He watched as he gained a few inches in height and waist rose to sink level. He already looked so much better. But he had to commit. No turning back now. “bro”

Less nausea more pleasure this time as everything about him became larger. The facial changes were even more dramatic compared to the subtle differences before- jawline, full lips, thin eyebrows and growing full curly head of hair. Noticing the changes was accompanied by a new rush and swell in confidence not just muscle. This wasn’t a feeling he was used to when seeing himself naked, but here he was hot and beautiful and the high just made his head numb with bliss and pleasure. This was it. He was becoming one. A “bro”

Now his voice sounded deeper. Still gripping the sink he see his arms flex and pump with new muscle. Everything about him screamed gym rat, jock, no- look at that ass swell- fuckboy. Yeah. That was more like it. His waist was well above the sink now, just hiding the monster member growing below. Fuck it felt good. The empty head made so much sense now with all the urges and hunger pumping through his veins. Hell yeah. No goin back. He wanted to flex, he wanted to lift, he wanted to fuck. But first. Looking into the mirror. Thirsting at everything he was becoming. He smirked and said… “bro”

Tailgating

--- Originally posted by TheBurdenBorne around 2015 ---

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Like every Saturday in October -- it was game day. Which meant while I was trying to enjoy my Saturday off from college and work, everyone else on campus was getting drunk and partying. Already by 9:30, the traffic picked up and everyone was wearing school colors. Soon the streets would be filled with game-goers, and all I wanted to do was make it to the library and get some homework done.

I heard cheering from a balcony above me as I walked past one of the streets filled with students. Across the road was a parking lot which was already packed with people unloading their trucks and vans to start tailgating.

"Hey dude," one guy called out to me. "You want a brat?"

"No thanks," I replied trying to walk past him.

"C'mon man! It's a free brat! Where's your team spirit!"

"Fine..." I said, taking the bun from him. I kept walking, hoping I could get out of sight and just throw it away. I wasn't vegetarian, but my usual diet did not contain a lot of meat. I was a skinny, twig of a college student, and meat just wasn't my thing.

"So do you go to school here?" the guy insisted before I could take a step away.

"Yeah..." I answered, still trying to walk away.

"Cool bro!" He lifted his hand in the air, expecting a high-five. Figuring this was my only way out of the conversation, I returned the five. As I did, I felt a shock run through my arm and into my head. I closed my eyes and shook my head a little, trying to figure out what the shock was all about.

"Your brat is getting cold," the man replied as he turned back to his grill.

"Right, forgot about that!" I realized I was suddenly really hungry, so I took a bite and swallowed. It was delicious! I took a second and a third bite, unable to control the hunger growing inside of me. There was only a few more bites left and the man handed me another one.

"Looks like you found your appetite," he said. "Oh, my name's Wes by the way."

"Peter," I replied between bites. "My name is Peter."

"All right Pete, slow down and chew. Better wash that down with something."

He walked over to a keg, grabbed a red solo cup and poured me a beer.

"You're welcome to stay as long as you want," Wes said.

I drained my cup, filled it up again, grab a few more brats and a hamburger, and headed over to the back of his pickup truck. I hopped onto the tailgate and looked around. The parking lot was full of people like me, chowing down and laughing as they celebrated the big game. After swallowing the last gulp of the beer, I let out a huge belch.

"Still room for more," I thought to myself, completely forgetting about everything except my most basic urges. I scratched my chest a little and realized how hot it was getting. I took off my sweater and set it on the bed of the truck. The sun was beaming down on me and reflected off the frame of the truck, so I decided to move. I walked back over to where the grill was, hoping there were still some brats or burgers left.

I stood over by the keg, listening in on the conversation.

"Yeah, well Johnson is the best tight end this school's ever seen," said one of the guys wearing a fan jersey. "Sure, but is he any match for their defense." said another guy. Even though I hadn't watched a single game that year, I suddenly blurted out, "The way McAllister runs the option always gives Johnson important field position ... so as long as he keeps performing, they should be in good shape."

The guys nodded in agreement as I walked over and filled up my cup again. One of the guys brought over some barbecue from his truck and we continued chatting about the game. I continually surprised myself with how much I knew about my school's football program.

"Incoming!" someone shouted behind me. A football sped towards our group of guys, one of whom flinched and spilled my beer and barbecue all over my shirt and pants.

"Fucking-a!" I shouted.

"Don't worry about it, Pete" said Wes, who seemed to suddenly appear. "I've got extra clothes in my truck."

We walked over and he pulled out a pair of blue jeans and a white t-shirt. My shoes and socks were soaked too, so I set those aside, letting my feet breathe on the hot concrete. I slipped on the blue jeans, realizing that they also contained a huge belt and buckle.

"Man, I owe you big," I said.

"Don't worry about it ... looks like they fit you perfect."

I pulled off my stained shirt and threw it in the back of the truck. I changed into the jeans, which fit tightly but comfortably, as if I had worn them for years.I fastened the belt buckle and looked around for a clean shirt. My stomach growled and I looked down and saw a paunchy beer belly filled with booze and brats. As I watched, the fat retracted until my stomach was flat and lined with a six-pack of abs.

"Must be seeing things," I said. "Or maybe it's all this beer!"

I didn't see any shirts lying around, but noticed that my chest and arms had filled in with muscle and probably wouldn't fit any of my old clothes anyway.

"Dude, is this your hat and sunglasses," said one of the tailgaters in a casual way.

"Yeah, bro," I replied. I put on the shades and turned the hat around. I felt strange at first, but soon my mind went black and I realized I was hungry again. It was turning out to be a perfect day, so I grabbed a few chicken wings and another cup of beer from the truck next to us.

"Game's started," shouted one of the guys. I jumped down off the tailgate, realizing that I was a lot heavier and thicker than remembering. All that meat and beer was helping me pack on weight, most of it muscle.

"Hey, we're packing up to watch the game at our place," said Wes. "Hey, Pete. Why don't you take your truck back to the house."

"Sure thing, man," I replied as he tossed me the keys. I jumped in the driver seat, put in the clutch, and started the ignition.

"Wait," I thought to myself. "He said your truck, did he mean that..." But as I looked around cab, it all seemed so familiar that I put the big black rig in reverse and squealed the tires as I left the lot. Instinctively, I drove a few blocks and pulled into the driveway of a rundown house that was converted into student apartments. A few guys were already nearly passed out on the couch outside.

"Hey Pete," they said to me. I nodded back.

I walked upstairs to what I assumed was my room and put on one of the shirts in the drawer. The room was covered in sports posters, dirty laundry, a makeshift weight-lifting area, and some hockey gear in the corner. I opened the mini-fridge and pulled out a six-pack of beer bottles and walked downstairs where the game was playing in the living room.

"Did I miss anything," said Wes when he walked in the room.

"Not much," I said as I tossed him a bottle and cracked mine open, draining it in a few seconds and letting waves of contentment flow through my new body, sitting in my new home, at the beginning of my new life.

I wondered what else I would ever want to do on a Saturday ... and I couldn't think of anything else...

The Ring

@pokeuc was a great help to the story he was the one who requested it and came up with the names.

Eli one of your average nerds. You would see him carrying books for studying or maybe see him working on a project. Eli wouldn’t like to get involved with many people, so that caused him to not have any friends. Eli also wasn’t very interactive with people and would often get shy and walk away. Eli has those normal secrets, which he had one that wasn’t to big because many people knew it by the way he would look at Austin and that was that Eli was gay.

They both were at the same college and they both went elementary school. Austin was one of those easy to spot out because he was the guy the women would be talking about. The ladies would take about how great it is to have any with his bulging muscles. They would even talk about how big his package is down. But as all great as it sounds Eli knew there could be nothing between them besides the fact that his parents knew Austin’s parents. So they would talk once an a while. Plus Austin was straight and even if he was gay, Eli knew Austin wouldn’t want anything from him because of how he looked.

Eli just keep to him self and never wanted to get intact with anybody because he knew nobody want him. Until one day had happened, that changed it all. Eli was towards his class in the morning, where it seemed nobody was around because the fact that Eli would wake up in the morning just to get to class early. The fog had barley been coming in. Eli was freezing and wearing a sweater, but it quite help him. Eli could hear a voice in the distance. It was a man. He had never seen a man like him on campus before. Eli tried to speed walk just in case to see if he was a threat by seeing if the man would speed walk to.

The Eli could hear the man voice come close, but Eli didn’t want to turn back. Eli could start to make the words he was trying to say. The man asked “have you ever wanted anything in your life”. The voice was deep and booming, but quite soothing to hear. Eli stoped and turn around to see more of the man’s look and he looked a little in his late 30s. He looked into the man’s eyes and could feel something as the man grabbed his hand and open it and set a silver ring that felt cold in Eli’s hand. The man slowly walked away as Eli felt as if he was in a trance by the voice.

Eli has finished his classes for the days and kept the ring in his pocket he had thought any thing of it since this morning. Eli been tired all day since the events and wanted to rest at his home. But, he ran into Austin. Austin began to ask questions to Eli about “if he was coming over to help him study from his test.” Eli was that guy that would make something up to get away from some contact with people especially his crush, Austin. Eli felt something strange and agreed and went home to go and take some rest.

A couple hours pass and soon it was time for Eli to go over. But by the time he made it there his stomach was already in knots telling him this was a bad idea, but his mind changed to where he wanted to do this and get in there. His courage went flying and he didn’t feel the anxiety to knock on the door or to run away and just make something up.

Once the door opened, Austin had tears running down his cheeks, but it wasn’t that he was bursting in tears. Eli asked “what had happened.” Austin just showed a text with a couple of messages about his break of with his girlfriend that was the one that felt something with an stead of one of the hoes that just use guys for sex or to get someone jealous, but it turns she was also one of those and she hid her tracks good and that was why he didn’t need him anymore because that girl went back with her ex boyfriend after he saw everything he saw that was happening with Austin and her.

Eli stayed for a while trying to comfort Austin, but it didn’t seem to help at all. Austin looked at Eli in the eyes and wished that he could be happy for once instead of being heartbroken after every lady doing this to him. Eli looked away just responding with “me to”. Eli went to Austin bathroom and looked into the mirror and just told himself “he straight he could never want him because of the way he looks or anything about him”.

Eli became to state at the mirror and look at his reflection and saw a glow in his pants. Eli has forgotten he had a ring in his pants. He grabed it out and silped it on and that when things changed.

Eli felt his stomach turn to knots at he could feel his weak fragile bones in his bone stretch and grow. He could feel the pain as they cracked and repaired themselves. Eli could see himself growing in the mirror as he grow taller. Heat transferred into his body and Eli began to sweat and soon Eli was naked because he couldn’t bare the heat. Eli crawled onto the floor because of cold it was . He was laying on his back as he felt his chest expand greatly. Pain and pleasure came at the same time and Eli has accidentally let out a soft moan.

Soon Austin knocked on the door asking “if anything was wrong”. Eli has eough straight to respond with “yes”. He could hear Austin’s foot step go father away from the door as soon that happened Eli let out another moan. But now now his legs were growing and stretching. His muscles practically was growing on his legs. His calves were hard as rock and had a diamond shape to them. Soon as that happened Eli face shifted to start becoming into a hot model that would have anybody want them. He nose narrowed his eyes glowed with color and his face jaw sharped.

Soon his moan were getting a little to pound but there was no sound from Austin. Soon his voice deepened and grow louder. His arms on his muscle grew and his arms grew bigger and soon his chest gained big pecs and Eli couldn’t believe what was going on soon and formed on his stomach. So his feet grew and Eli felt to cool down. A couple minutes past and Eli could feel a strange wave pass by him and go through the door and he could feel that it was going to do something to Austin, but soon Eli was standing in front of mirror flexing at his body and thinking what could he do with this body.

Eli looked down and saw his small penis and assand thought how any man want this and soon his ass gained meat like never before and soon his dick wa soccer in pre cum and was some of the floor his cock grow in girth and size and he moaned with still no noise of a body else in the house and soon his prison was so big he could hardly believe it and thought about how wa she going to contain this package and soon his balls grew bigger to hold some of that cum he just leaked.

Soon he could Austin moaning, which he had never heard before and went down to the living and saw what he had always dream of.

It was Austin but he was looking at Eli with his naked body and he Austin looked kind of embarrassed at seeing Eli naked. Austin was kind of turned on and ran forwards Eli and kissed him. He started saying whipers “I want you so bad in me”. Eli didn’t complain and started to take Austin’s speedo away and started to make Austin bend down and push his big cock into him and let out a big moan. Austin cummed a couple of times and soon Eli cummed and Austin pushed him out of him and started to lick the cum.

But soon this was were Eli memories changed to where he was worked out with Austin and they were both gay and loved each other and they were both right for each other and they were just dumb and loved football and they had fun wrestling with eachother. But every time Eli pushes he forgot his old life and so did the world and Austin.

The next day Eli woke up and grabed a blue speedo to go on his morning jog but on the way he through the ring into the grass and continued his jog nothing but wearing a blue speedo so he could show off his body to the nerds he once was at the gym. So maybe that ring could grant someone else wish.

So let’s just say Eli did a good trade for his body right?

Drawn

--- Originally posted on 2024-06-29 by breedertfs ---

I find myself getting drawn to your stories more and more often, it's scary! It's like I go into a trance anytime I'm horny and find my way to your blog

It’s almost like that’s my goal, bro.

All guys need a strong, masculine presence in their life. Someone who will guide them and mold them, and I can tell this is attracting you. Do you want someone to talk about what a big, powerful, bad mannered straight man you are? Did your parents fail to set you down the path that now excites you to no end? It’s not your fault, it’s not even theirs.

Sometimes, life isn’t able to give us the tools to become the men we want so badly to be. Maybe you’re a little heavier than the average, maybe you’re too delicate, but something in your upbringing has set you apart from the men that are making you shove your hand down your shorts, stroking your shaft to mental image of musk and muscle and douchebag behavior.

If it sounds so appealing, that’s because your deeper being is begging you to realize this is what you want. It makes you so hard, huh? When I describe a thin guy’s shoulders spreading outwards, broad and strong with bouncing pecs. Beefy arms, tree trunk legs, thick beards reeking of dried pussy juice. The men I specialize in are a special breed, the elite. Of course you’re attracted to them, of course your little brain goes fuzzy and dizzy when you start to jerk it to the idea of a fag becoming a conservative, straight man.

Your cock throbs in your hand, each jerk like a flash in your mind, urging you to look through the illusion you’ve created and see the truth. You get so turned on by these stories because you wish it would happen to you, as if these changes need any magic. Imagine a beautiful woman cupping her fat tits, her slender fingers squeezing her nipples, her body jiggling and shivering with pleasure.

If the idea of sliding your fat cock between her boobs excites you, thrusting until your seed coats her bimbo face, then I’m sorry to tell you, my friend: you’re a straight man. And your body, your former values, are clouding your former rationality and urging you to recognize the kind of man you should allow yourself to become. Just stop taking everything so seriously, allow your thoughts to slow, stop worrying about manners and woke views.

Just think about those huge tits, bro. Think about a squirting pussy, imagine your thick tongue sliding up and down her folds, plunging into her. Imagine your strong hands on her tiny waist, your own stubble on your chiseled jaw growing slick with sweat and juices. Lick your lip, listen to yourself growl, your voice is low and powerful and so demanding. This isn’t a story, this isn’t a wish gone wrong, this is a human male realizing how badly he wants to be a traditional man. No more holding in your farts or belches, no more caring about people’a opinions, no more seeing this woman as anything more than a sex toy to blow your load into. She’s not wife material, brah, but that doesn’t mean she’s not ready to be a mother. Women should know your place like you know yours.

Your bones crack and shift, your expression turns to a sneer, your smile is always so cocky. You are thick with muscle, a cloud of body odor lingering around your glorious muscles, and your fat nine incher is already oozing pre. This is the life you want, the version of you that you want so desperately to take the steering wheel. So let him, bro, let that lustful trance take you where you need to go. Hit the gym, change your political opinions, accept that your cock wants to be deep inside a warm, wet cunt.

Don’t wait for magic, my bro.

There’s nothing more magical than a man who knows his place: and you’re never going to forget where you stand. At the top of the ladder, biceps flexed and your grin smug. Lesser men will wish to be like you, fags are gonna jerk it to your pictures. You just focus on the finer things in life. Sports, cigars, letting your nasty habits be heard and smelled.

Like pulling that blonde bimbo closer, your huge cock thrusting inside her slick folds, her silicone filled tits jiggling from the force. She moans, and you echo the sound with a low growl. You’ll never need to stroke your cock again to my stories — knowing you’ll never run out of fresh, tight pussy to ruin.

Let the trance win, brother. Let the better version of you free.

Gym Selfies

“We recommend installing the application. Confirm?”

Johnny looked at the screen of his smartphone. “What kind of app?”

The screen said, “Gym Selfies”

“Another app for these stupid jocks,” Johnny thought. He pressed the cancel button.

“Cancellation is not permitted. We recommend installing the application. Confirm?”- the sign has come up.

“WTF?!”- thought johnny - “ Maybe I can remove it after install?”

He confirmed the installation. “Load. 30%… 65%…87%…98%…100%… Download complete”

“Our app will teach you how to make the best selfies of your pumped body! With our app you will emphasize all your advantages!”

Johnny already wanted to delete this application,but then he suddenly wanted to take a selfie. He could not overcome his new desire. he pressed OK.“

"Take off your shirt and lie down on the sofa” - said the application. “Extend your left hand with your smartphone. Make a fist and raise your right hand to your head. Strain your muscles” Johnny knew that it was very silly, but he took off his shirt, lay down on the sofa and took the pose. On the screen appeared his skinny body and his bony hands. Johnny saw his face covered in teen acne and the dirty black hair that lay in his shapeless hair.

“Open your mouth a little, look into the camera and take a photo.”- ordered the application. Johnny heard the camera click. He decided to check the photo. But he was very shocked. It wasn’t him in the photo.

The photo was a beautiful Jock with bright blue eyes, well-groomed hair, a beautiful face and, of course, big muscles. He looked very hot. 

“Error. The photo does not correspond to reality. Reality needs to be replaced. Wait, the operation is in progress…”

Johnny felt a wild headache. He dropped the phone on the floor and bent in half, holding his head. His body started to grow rapidly, reaching a height of 6.2 feet. His spine was stretching out and johnny could hear his bones crunching. His muscles began to grow rapidly. The biceps swelled, the pec began to protrude much forward, and his abs appeared. Johnny could see his skin starting to take a darker shade, as if he was sunbathing on the beach every day and his hair was forming into a fashionable hairstyle. His face became more masculine, his cheekbones became sharpened, his eyes brightened and a bright stubble formed on his chin. The last shift johnny had felt in his pants. His cock began to stretch from his modest 4 inches to huge 9 inches, and the balls were at least 2 times the size! 

The headache went as quickly as it started. Johnny straightened up and ran to the bathroom. He looked in the mirror and saw an exact copy of that dude in the photo. Only now this dude reflected in the mirror with a look of shock on his face. “Holy shit!” Johnny cried out. 

"Oh, my fucking voice is lower!” He looked in his pants. 

“Fuck! My dick bigger!” Johnny began rubbing it intensely. The more he jerked off, the slower his thoughts were. His mind gradually erased. Johnny, although now he prefers to call himself John, cum right on his mirror.

Now he wanted more selfies. He should go to the gym and take more selfies. He wants it very much.

This is my first story, so I will be glad if you like it.

Alpha Orders

--- Originally posted on 2023-08-12 by dumb-and-jocked. ---

“Troy?”

“In here!”

Marco walked into the living room, spotting his roommate lounged out on the couch. Although he didn’t look 22, Troy’s youthful figure was almost completely absorbed by whatever game he was playing. His petite body was tense and focused. He looked like one of those hairless cats ready to spring forward.

“Whatcha playin’?” Marco asked.

“It’s some new game Franklin gave me,” Troy replied. Franklin was also a nerdy type, but while Troy just mostly looked the part, Franklin actually played the part. Glasses, suspenders, kind of a pushover. It was strange that someone could fit a stereotype so perfectly.

“It’s called Alpha Orders.”

“Kinda like ‘Simon Says’?” Troy asked, grabbing a snack from the kitchen. Since college had started, he’d put on a considerable amount of weight. He fit the ex-jock bill pretty well. But his girlfriend didn’t mind. In fact, she remarked about liking the pudge that had started filling in his frame. As long as he shaved, she always joked, he wouldn’t look like a bear.

“Kinda…” Troy mumbled. Marco shoved a handful of Goldfish down his throat and looked over his roommate once more. The shrimp sure was invested. His eyes appeared somewhat glazed over.

“Seeing how much you love it, do you think I should try it once you’re finished?”

It took Troy a moment to respond. Suddenly, Troy’s body pumped up. Almost like a heartbeat, but affecting his entire body as if someone had pushed the lever down on a tire pump. Marco blinked, rationalizing that his eyes were playing tricks on him out of hunger. The loose button-up and straight jeans Troy was wearing didn’t look any tighter. Yeah, he just needed some more Goldfish down the hatch. Marco eagerly complied with the prescription he’d given himself.

“Uh…” Troy started slowly. “You should just…go to Franklin. Get another copy.”

“Oh,” Marco replied flatly. It was a little odd that Troy didn’t want to share with him after he was done. It was usually chill when it came to the roommates swapping stuff between each other. But if Marco was being honest he didn’t really mind taking the short trip. He didn’t have any homework or plans today anyway, so going over to Franklin’s wouldn’t be a bother.

“Sure, not a bad idea,” Marco shrugged, tossing a few more crackers in his mouth. “I’ll be back in a bit.”

Marco had only been to Franklin’s place once or twice to pick Troy up, but he still knew the way to the nerd’s house. Those two looked oddly alike with their small, thin frames and youthful faces. And by how often those two hung out, heck, they could’ve been secretly dating for all he knew. But Marco remembered wingmanning for Troy once. It hadn’t gone particularly well, but Marco did end up with the chick who’d passed Troy off later that night. Luckily, his roommate had never found about the one nighter.

Marco knocked on the door to Franklin’s place. “Franklin? It’s Marco.”

“Yeah,” a rumbling bass replied back, allowing for Marco to open the door. A blast of sweaty musk spilled outwards, causing Marco to stagger. He blinked, hoping to clear his head a little before he entered. He always forgot how pungent the man was, especially in a concentrated place like the apartment.

Sitting back in a recliner was Mr. F, stripped down to just a pair of tiny running shorts. Marco could tell the man was commando underneath the controller–the guy never did try to hide his monster cock. And why should he? He was a total alpha male after all. Tall, well-built, hairy. Had a voice that shook the room and an attitude that shook people’s knees. Including the guy that was at Mr. F’s massive feet, servicing them diligently as Mr. F played his game. Marco didn’t mind though, knowing Mr. F deserved this kind of specialized treatment.

“Mr. F,” Marco started, pacing across the room.

“What do you want?” Mr. F got right to the point. He didn’t even try looking away from the screen.

“I was wondering if I could borrow a copy of that game you gave Troy.” Marco shrugged, not knowing what else to say. “Alpha Orders.”

“Check the kitchen table.”

Marco did as instructed, finding exactly what he was looking for.

“Get me a beer while you’re at it too,” Mr. F commanded. Marco obeyed, not even thinking twice as he snatched a bottle from the fridge and brought it to the man. He didn’t even regard the boy who was currently beside his own feet.

Marco blinked, noticing his apartment door presented in front of him. Wasn’t he just at Mr. F’s place? The game was still in his hand, and everything else looked in order. Except for his watch, which read a full four hours later than when he had arrived at the other man’s residence. But to get to Mr. F’s was only a ten minute drive? Marco didn’t know what had happened, but he had gotten what he wanted. No point in thinking about it much longer.

Marco opened the front door and strolled in, noticing a peculiar thickness to the air. Although he couldn’t see his roommate, some audio from the living room alerted him that Troy was still there. Marco didn’t even bother kicking off his shoes as he strolled into the kitchen and snatched a granola bar. He figured he’d be bunking down in his own room for a bit so as to not disturb his roommate. Being the bigger (much bigger) half of the pair, Marco knew he’d be more of a nuisance than if Troy had been in the same situation.

“Hey dude, still at it…” Marco droned off. On the couch was a man–a real masculine, macho man. He was taller than Marco, larger than Marco, and exuded a more dominant aura than Marco. He was like a crossover between a bodybuilder and a lumberjack, filling out the blue flannel with his solid pecs, thick shoulders, and hairy arms. The jeans were tight around his lower half too, leading all the way to the massive Size 14 feet propped up on the coffee table. And Marco couldn’t believe the size of this man’s junk. He thought the controller lying on top was vibrating, but after a few moments he realized it was the giant lump underneath that was actually throbbing.

“‘Bout time you got here,” the man grunted. He casually itched the massive beard on his face, which was somehow still not enough to hide the lantern jaw hidden within. “I texted you a while ago.”

Marco blinked. “Oh, sorry Mr. T, I-”

“You shouldn’t make me wait,” Mr. T asserted, his gruff tone making him sound older than his 37 years. “I had to stop my game. I was near the end.”

Marco turned towards the screen, noticing that his roommate was already 80% finished with the main task. Whatever that was.

“Mr. T, I’m sorry,” Marco started. “I was at Mr. F’s and lost track of time.”

“Don’t apologize to me,” Mr. T corrected. “Apologize to the lads.”

Marco nodded, getting down on his knees and leaning in towards Mr. T’s feet. Both of them had a pungent funk, but it was more subtle than Mr. F’s. After a quick bow of his head, Marco kissed both of them, expressing his most sincere remorse as to not being there when needed. As the alpha in the apartment, Mr. T naturally needed service regularly. Marco was always happy to oblige, as it was his position on the social ladder. It had nothing to do with sexuality after all. Quite the opposite. Both of the men were ramrod straight, but Mr. T was born to dominate men everywhere but the bedroom.

“Good boy.” Mr. T had yet to look up from his phone once. “Now go off to another room, I will call you when I need you.”

Marco did as he was told, grabbing his things and moving off to his room. He shut the door behind him politely so as to not disturb the other man. He couldn’t believe he screwed up like that, so focused on getting this silly game that he’d been late for his primary role as a good roommate. Marco just hoped it was worth all the hype.

Marco popped the disc into his personal console and kicked back in the couch. He casually readjusted his pouch underneath his sweats, noting the strip of bare skin now visible due to the ballooning of his stomach. He huffed disappointedly, knowing this white shirt was just one of the many that had become victims to his recent…expansion.

“ALPHA ORDERS,” the screen read aggressively. Securing his headphones over his baseball cap, Marco hit the play button. A loading screen appeared next, an arrow creating the same biological gender symbol for male over and over. It would loop in a circle, before jutting off at the last moment to the top right. And then it would start again, and again, and again. Marco just watched on, waiting.

“ALPHA ORDERS…” the screen began, causing Marco to ready his controller. “YOU TO EMBODY AND EXALT THE MULTIFACETED VIRTUES OF MASCULINITY.”

Marco just stared at the screen, not knowing what exactly to do. Was this some kind of puzzle game? Like was he supposed to hit a certain button based off of the prompt given to him? He blinked, unsure of what to do. He already did embody masculinity with his well-muscled frame, the fur underneath his shirt covering it, and his aura of testosterone. And he exalted it alright, making sure to display his masculinity at all times. Although this white shirt wasn’t doing his stacked abs any justice.

A little ping sounded from the screen as he moved onto the second task. Marco didn’t know how the game had registered something, but he couldn’t help if even technology could sense his manliness.

“ALPHA ORDERS…YOU TO RESIDE AT THE TOP OF THE HIERARCHY AND ESTABLISH OTHERS’ PLACE BENEATH IT.”

Marco blinked, making sure to fondle his hefty pouch generously. Oh yeah, he knew what kind of power he had. Pussies practically called to him and his 9-incher. Marco was a predator, always on the winning team. Getting serviced whenever he wanted was guaranteed to him. There was a reason people called him “Mr. M”, “Sir”, or even “Master.” He wasn’t toxic; Marco was in-toxic-ating. Any alpha man was. Everyone loves an arrogant douchebag because they knew their place. His dick was begging for attention beneath his sweats, and going commando made it easy for Marco to give it a quick tug.

“ALPHA ORDERS…YOU TO FOLLOW PRIMAL INSTINCT–BRAIN IS FOR BETA, MANHOOD IS FOR MAN.”

Marco rubbed his eyes, having to read the stupidity of that last part again. He thought it was stupid, but after blinking he recognized its truth. Yeah he was led by his pussystuffer! What was he supposed to do? Listen to his head? Marco knew that was useless. Learning was for nerds, and school was for…ultra nerds. He wasn’t a loser! His dick led him wherever he needed to go. Gotta get some cash? Find someone to give it to him with his cock. Hungry? Someone will feed him food while he feeds them with his own personal sausage. Need a blowjob? That will come from any chick around no questions asked.

“ALPHA ORDERS…YOU TO PRODUCE AN AURA THAT INSPIRES LOYALTY AND SUBMISSION.”

Marco blinked, taking in a whiff of his own body odor while doing so. He twitched a little, noting a little bit of heat at the end that made his musk all the more enticing. Marco stunk up everywhere he went; deodorants just couldn’t mask his manly aroma. It wasn’t a crime to smell like an ALPHA! Marco’s natural, masculine scent just put those other betas to shame. With damp, bushy pits and Size 13 stompers, it was practically Marco’s destiny to have an ever present, robust malodorous cloud.

Marco’s eyes briefly moved up to the top of the screen, noting his task bar was at 80%. It was right where his roommate had stopped earlier. He hoped that meant he was close. He needed someone to worship him NOW!

“ALPHA ORDERS…” the screen read. Marco blinked, noticing the screen was taking a longer time than usual to display its next command. He blinked again, bringing a hand down to his crotch. Marco couldn’t believe it, blinking again. He began furiously groping himself, bringing himself to the edge as he waited. What was the final order? What was he supposed to do? Marco blinked, feeling a rush spiral down his spine right into his cannon. What did Alpha Order?

“YOU TO BE FULLY HOMOSEXUAL TO COMPLETELY DOMINATE OTHER MEN BY MIND, BODY, AND ACTION.”

Marco’s mouth dropped. Was this game serious? How was he supposed to accomplish this task? It wasn’t like he could just suddenly go gay. Sure, he knew when another man was handsome or good looking, but he had never swung that way. Marco knew other guys servicing him came off as strange sometimes–even his girlfriend had questioned him on it once or twice–but that was just to display his authority. But he never found it erotic! It just wasn’t his thing. Marco blinked, simply not understanding what to do.

Because he was already the gayest guy he knew around. He loved men and boys. There was nothing that made him happier than dumping a dude on the ground and ripping them open. He adored the way they treated his body like the temple it was. The way they worshiped him like the god he was. Men were the best at pleasuring other men, so it only made sense an alpha like him was gay. Frank, Troy, Marco; they all understood the best way to be at the top of the ladder was to put other men in their places beneath them, whether it be sucking on his cock or his toes.

“Yo, Marco!” Troy announced as he entered the room. “I got some boys rolling over here in 10. I will let you claim dibs on which part you want to serv…”

Troy stopped, observing the jockish man staring at the screen in front of him.

Troy blinked, registering his fellow alpha had just finished whatever game he had been playing.

“What did you say?” Marco’s voice had a cocky, sultry air to it.

“I said I got some boys rolling over here in 10.” Troy rolled his eyes. “I will let you claim dibs on one of them if you need to be serviced right now.”

Without moving his eyes off the screen, Marco shut down his console and scratched his ball sack.

“Bro, alphas like us always need to be serviced.”

Massive & Mindless

--- Original creation #3 ---

"You want to be a jock?"

Asher, the school's quarter back looked at you quizzically.

You didn't look like the type that would be interested given your small frame and size.

"Hmm. No can do I think. Not like this at least"

You became nervous as the quarter back stepped closer to you, giving a clearer view of his pecs that were nearly spilling out his stringer tanktop.

"You see," he started saying as he grabbed onto your arms, lifting them both up. "you need some serious arm muscle if you want to do a ball sport".

Pure ecstasy came over you as your arms expanded in size. You looked at your arms as you flexed them seeing them grow even larger in size.

Barely recovered from the kick you feel his hands touch your chest.

"Of course, you can't move your arms well if you don't have good pecs to match"

Immediately you felt the pull your shoulders pulling on your chest. What was once flat had now become two slim yet firm slabs of muscle to accompany your new strong arms.

"How could I forget about a good core?" Asher said, thoroughly enjoying your face of pure euphoria.

He now looks you in the eye as you feel him draw a line vertically across your chest. Next, you feel his finger go horizontally. As you look down you can see his work. Where his finger went were now deep grooves forming an impressive core, including beautifully sculpted obliques.

As you look up your eyes meet again and you could feel a heat start to rise inside you.

"You've also got to be able to withstand a good bash, can't have you falling on your ass while on the field" Asher said.

You feel your legs grow. The gap between is slowly closing with pure muscle. Soon you find that you can feel your thighs touching each other.

All the while, the heat inside you kept growing. You could feel your excitement rise.

"You need to have a good grip on the ground as well"

Your feet swelled, only able to accommodate size 13 now.

"Of course we like to have fun as well after our games" Asher said, shamelessly staring at the out print of your cock visible on your shorts.

"Like your muscles, we like it massive"

You already knew what was coming. You felt his touch and as he did you could feel your dick grow. It reached a bigger size than you had even seen before.

"Like your teammates, we like it mindless"

You could feel his hands plant themselves on the sides of your face as his face closed in on yours. A pair of lips planted themselves on your face as you felt his stubble rub against your skin.

If you weren't fully excited already, now you were. As you kept kissing Asher you could feel a haze encroach your mind. Every second, you felt your concerns, your worries, everything fading away.

You had reached cloud nine.

As Asher broke contact, he couldn't help but smile.

You were lost in pure bliss. You hadn't even noticed as a slight bit drool escaped from the sides of your mouth.

As a final act Asher stood right up against you. You could feel his crotch straining against yours. As he placed his forehead on yours you could feel new thoughts entering your mind.

Strategies, faces of your teammates, times spent together after practice.

What you would have considered foreign moments ago now felt right, it felt normal.

It felt like it always had been. Like the jock you've always been.