footballjock4life

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Like duuuuuuuuuuude. Thank you so much. Like bruh you gave me everythin I wanted. The muscle. The confidence. The cock. Even my voice. I sound like such a douchebag haha. Like check out these biceps bro huhu. And like did I mention my cock? Yeah like mmmm, so fucking massive bro huhuhu. Can’t stop thinking about fucking and getting big bro. I mean look at me. Who wouldn’t want a price of this now? You turned me into such a hot jock and like what you’d get out of it? Huh, smarts? Like what dya mean? Uhh sure… whatever dude… you see these guns?

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As a recruiter, he was the best. His specialty was tracking down sensitive shaggy-haired types and convincing them to enlist. Musicians, poets, artists: after a few minutes talking the hypermasculine recruiter and they were ready to give up that artistic bullshit and become REAL MEN. They’d enlist, cut their shaggy dyed hair into a truly masculine flattop, and ship off to basic to be made into masculine marines.

Wherever he went, the local art school would close as the students decide the masculine military life was the better option. Luckily, the military was ready to snap those art schools up and convert them into military academies. And the local salons that offered hair coloring and fancy cuts were driven out of town as old school military barbers moved in.

Once a town had been converted into a masculine, patriotic population, he would get shipped off to a new town, eager to get to work on the men of the town. Maybe he’ll come to your town next.

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Oh, hey, bro. Me and the new guy here were just scouting out some more nerds to convert. Have you ever thought about joining the wrestling team? I guarantee, when you see what Coach can do to you to make you one of us, you’ll never go back to being a geek. You’ll be a wrestler for life. How’s that sound? Cool, now come with us.

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Corruption can happen anytime. One second you’re diligently working on your dissertation and then suddenly you start to not to care. It’s not that important. Flexing your bicep feels so much better, seeing yourself grow feels so much better, getting swoll and showing off gains is so much more important, being hot and alpha and making sure everyone knows is the most important thing in the world.

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Jack stared longingly at the cheerleader in front of him. He knew she was way out of his league. His weak nerdy body could never compare to the thousands of men she slept with on a constant basis.

Jack snapped out of his trance by a notification as a blue logo appeared on his phone.

"chronovaic what's this?"

He clicked on the app and was met by a long list of attributes, along with a photo of him saying "subject" at the top of the list.

Tweaking with the parameters he made the picture next to his name changed to become the perfect American jock. Long muscular limbs, a strong defined torso with the most perfect abs and pecs you've ever seen.

What he didn't realize though is that he was changing in real time to reflect these changes.

The last option on there was personality.

He typed in "dominant, charismatic, charming, douchebag, jock."

All of a sudden his iq dropped multiple levels as his mind flooded with memories of sex and multiple different girlfriends and playthings, with the occasional guy from his football team.

He needed to take a picture for his loya fan base.

/I'm a huge fan of chronovaic stories but I didn't realize that I haven't written any!

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Cursed

Nathan had stumbled out of the convention excited to get his new cards home so he could destroy his friends, he accidently bumped in a young girl.

causing her to drop her crystal ball. This angered the young witch.

She cursed him as he walked away. Not a fan of nerds at these things she decided he needed a change.

Once he returned home Nathan found it difficult to keep his shirt on, the material felt hot and itchy.

In fact soon Nathan's room was a mess not at all the cleanly room he had always kept. He even noticed his usually clean shaven face had days worth of growth on it now. What the hell he wondered?

Once he passed out that night the world seemed to spin around him.

The next memory he had found him inside a gym the next day

Now with a totally ripped body he was there working out with his new boyfriend from the frat..wait working out, no he had a tournament for...Some stupid nerd shit, what was he still 5? Fuck no he was a damn man, sports and working out, looking damn good and fucking his boy's perfect ass that was all Nathan.. no Nate cared about now. He was a jock, a dumb sexy jock. He looked in the mirror watching him self get even more irresistible.

He winked at himself as the witches curse was complete, he'd head home and give his boyfriend the fucking of his life. No more nerdy shit for him.

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You can’t just rely on your body to tell people you’re a dumbass jock himbo

get a haircut

Buy a cap, some chains and tanktops

practice posing in the mirror

THAT will do the talking.

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You’ve been flexing in the mirror again, haven’t you bro?

Jerking off every time you see more of your gains?

Getting hard seeing yourself bulk up?

Keep it up bro, you look so much hotter when you’re big and dumb.

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Waiting For The Roommate

Max sat in the passenger seat of his roommate's truck, waiting for Buck, who needed to quickly come back to their dorm room. As he waited he took off his tank top, it was fuckin' hot inside. He rolled down the window to get some fresh inside the car.

As he stuck his head out the window to breathe in some fresh air he saw some nerd approach him. He was wearing a dark brown button-down shirt and had a stack of papers in his hand.

"Max, is that you?" The nerd asked, looking at him. A smile appeared on his face.

"uhhhhhhhh... dude, do i know ya?" He asked, convincing himself not to call the guy a loser or a nerd. Coach said he had to get better at dealing with strangers.

"Max, it's me - Michael. We went to high school together!" The other guy replied, clearly convinced that they knew each other. High school? Max's head was covered with a fog, he couldn't conjure up any specific memories from high school.

"you sure bro?"

"Damn, Max, we had like half our classes together!" The nerd was getting a bit frustrated for some reason. "We talked about going to the same uni, and so much more! And now you say you don't know me?"

Max tried to focus. High school, friends, classes, college. It felt like his brain was fighting against him, a thick fog covering everything. His thoughts began turning towards his next workout. Damn, he'll be doing arms and chest. Yea-- Holy shit, he knew that guy!

"oh fuck, mike, yeah, of course, how are you brah?" Max extended his hand for Mike to bump, but he just awkwardly looked at it. Max ignored it.

"Oh my god, for a moment I thought you weren't joking" A half-hearted laugh escaped Mike's mouth. Max just grinned. "I'm fine, settled into college life. Found a study group--" Mike continued talking but Max didn't register another word. He was this guy's good bro - apparently - but that didn't mean he would be able to tolerate that nerd bullshit. He was made for different things than studying - like workin' out with his best bro Buck.

"Anyway" Mike looked straight at Max, whose attention came back. "How was your first year. You look... like a different person!"

"what you mean bruh?" Max asked. What did that ner-- what did Mike mean? Different? He was always a badass jock.

"I mean, you're jacked! In high school you hated gym class, and here you are, buff and all."

"dude, am like, ya know, a real bro, dude. gotta be jacked as hell" He responded and flexed his right arm, his biceps moving and bulging under his skin.

"I mean, that's quite the change. Like, we kinda lost contact after the summer, and you didn't give any sign of life, and I thought... but you're here!" Mike was clearly excited and Max smiled. Wait, what was this dude's deal? He was textin' and talkin' with a nerd like that? Nah, this didn't make sense... where the fuck was Buck where he needed him!

"huhuhuhuhuhuh, yeah bruh" Max just chuckled like the dumb jock he was, he didn't know what to say. He shifted in his seat and scratched his armpit.

"Anyway" Mike went on "how was your first year in college? Were you able to get into that engineering program you've talked about?"

Engineeri-- what? "huhuhuh bro, are you high dude, i ain't here for some weird soundin' shit like that bro. am here to get drunk, work out and crush State, fuck yeah duhuhuhuh." Oh yeah, Max remembered the last game they played, State's lame ass defence couldn't stop the brute force of their offensive line. And the look on their faces when their WR1 tore a muscle in his leg... fuckin' priceless dude!

Mike was clearly not prepared for that answer, which Max found weird, cause he thought his jacked bod was proof enough that he wasn't a stupid nerd.

"Wait, so..." He was clearly confused "if you're not doing engineering then what is your major?"

"major?" Max had no idea what that guy meant... Major... what was a major... Coach talked to him about something like that... It was something along the lines of... "uhhhhh, general ed? dunno bro, never really been a guy to focus on shit."

"What, general education?" Mike seemed shocked. "But, like... I don't understand, Max, you... You said you wanted that, so that you could do a PhD... Why did you change your mind... Like, really, why did you change so much?!"

All that talk 'bout changes made Max's head spin a little bit. Like, what changes? He's been a fuckin' bro since he came here, got a room with Buck, cause before that-- his brain again began filling with fog, his thoughts slowing down to a halt, but not before he blurted out a response.

"duuuuude, like, bro, ive been a real bruh, like, forever dude, duuuuuuuh, like i got my bro Buck, and he got me to Coach, and uhhhhhhhhh, ya know, he worked on me and huhuhuh--" and his mind went blank, a dumb grin stuck on his face.

"What do you mean? A coach 'worked on' you? That sounds... concerning, you know that, right?" Mike adjusted his glasses and looked at Max, clearly concerned.

But Max... Max's brain had shut off. He was sitting in the passenger seat of his best bro Buck's truck, chuckling like a dumb idiot and drooling slightly.

"duhuhuhuhuhuh, duuuude... fuckin' hot today brah, gotta get that pump huhuhuhuh" He flexed his arm and touched his bulging biceps.

"Jesus, did they do something to you? Did you have some traumatic head injury?" Mike leaned on the car, looking inside the vehicle to see what was happening with Max. "God, did they brainwash you? You're a completely different person... and a dumb jock!"

It took a while for Max's fog-covered brain to register what the nerd said. And before he even began formulating a response Buck approached the car.

Buck was wearing a loose tank top that revealed his broad shoulders and giant guns, while also showing off his chest. His shorts, like second skin on his thick thighs, left nothing to imagination with his bulge clearly visible. He was a jock. An alpha. Max's best bro.

"duuude, ya won't believe the chick i saw while gettin' out of the dorm--" He started speaking as he opened the door on the driver's side, but then he noticed Mike standing by Max's window. "ey bruh, who's that loser?"

"huh?" Max turned to Buck, his grin disappearing and his his brow now furrowed. "i... dunno, bro..."

Buck and Mike looked at each other for a moment, the first one annoyed, the second slightly terrified.

"get away from the car" Buck barked as he sad down in front of the steering wheel.

"Wait, please, just a moment, you know what happened to Max? Pleas i just want to--"

"Go away, you fuckin' nerd" was the response Mike got. He took a step away from the car but didn't go away. Meanwhile Max realized what was happening. Some nerd was disturbing them and not listening to Buck's commands. And that wasn't the right thing to do. He turned his head to face the nerd.

"why you starin' at me, nerd" Max growled. His mind, completely covered by the fog, was now following Buck's lead. And Buck didn't like the nerd. So Max didn't like the nerd.

"Max, what... what happened?" Terror shifted into confusion as Mike tried to comprehend Max's sudden change in mood.

"oh, just fuck off, loser" Max responded and Buck took that as a sign. He turned the engine on and drove away, leaving Michael alone in the parking lot.

"uhhhhhh, do we know this guy?" Max asked a few minutes later. "that nerd form before?"

"nah, bro, of course not. we're real jocks, we're not gonna fraternize with fuckin' losers." Buck let our a low and dumb laugh. "by the way, tomorrow we're gonna get ya to Coach for a check up, just in case"

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Emmett

Emmett had just received the chronviac in the mail yesterday, a magical device that allowed him to alter reality to his will... However, Emmett was doubtful it really worked. Incredulous, he decided to make himself into the most annoying guy he could thing of. Typing into the computer, he put:

"A frat bro through and through, Emmett's three loves in life are drinking, hanging out with his boys, and fucking chicks. And as a chiseled 6'2 guy with an insane package, he was pretty good at it too, even despite his cocky persona. Soaking in the summer rays, he pulled his shorts off and turned to his "lifelong girl" of this week."

However, as soon as he hit enter, Emmett felt strange. Growing rapidly while his surroundings faded into nothing, he blacked out. When he woke up, the first thing he felt was some sweet warmth on his bare chest.

Looking down, he saw some cute babe looking at him slightly confused. On instinct, he felt himself say, "Hey you want to get on your knees for me cutie? It's already past noon and we haven't fucked yet today huhe"

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Tyler Sackett

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You feel how much stronger you are? Your muscles getting bigger, your body growing larger and larger? Coach's jockstrap will do that to you. It'll really help you get beefy. Sure, you're going to care less about school. You're not going to get dumber, but all of your interest in education is going to be sports-related. You'll be able to list off every statistic of your favorite team, the names of your favorite players, and of course you will memorize every play I teach you. You were going to become the perfect quarterback for this college team, a big muscled football stud. Best of all is the fact that if I ever want to change you back, I just have to take the jockstrap off. Not that either of us is going to want that for quite some time. Now hurry off to practice. I need to finish giving away jockstraps to the last couple of players, then we will be ready to start the season in earnest.