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fuck yea bro

Hey guys... F*CK! Please jockify me by making me cum my brains out! I just need it so much haha😅

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I do bro

Who wants to get corrupted into muscle bro?

U kno u wanna ,hmu

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Need More Hypno

I'm tryna get BIG and DUMB. I want to FLEX and LEAK.

So send me hypno, bros. In my messages, in my asks, in my replies. If you put it in front of me, bros, I'm gonna watch it and bro out to it.

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Same I need a big bro to train me to act like a jock.

jockboys

Join Jock Nation. Why spend yer fukkn time gettin smart? Spend it pumpin up. Jockin up. Join the Hive. Groupthink is easy and it feels fucking good. Jockbros with Jockbros. Jockmuscle fuckin jockmuscle. Jockboy sucking jockbros. Pump, flex, fuck, eat, sleep. Be a jockboy. Join Jock Nation.

#Big bro #jocknation

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yes coach deeper with each rep

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Giancarlo Baglioni

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Big Bro knows way better than you what's best for you. Just trust him and let his experienced strong hands reshape you into a jock!

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Gorilla Gaming

I sit in front of my computer, adjusting my microphone and lighting. I’m nervous. This is my first time streaming on a platform that isn’t Twitch. Twitch felt like home, yeah. But $50,000 dollars is $50,000 dollars. So when Gorilla offered me the money to exclusively stream on their platform, I took it.

I don’t know much about Gorilla, I’ll admit. I’ve heard of them. I mean, as a streamer, how could you not. “Twitch’s new rival” the media had deemed it. All my Twitch buddies had voiced their insecurities about the new platform potentially stealing their viewers. From what I know, Gorilla had only offered partnerships to those generic mindless streamers who play mindless shooters and sports games all day. Well, that was until they offered a partnership to me. I mean, I’m a gay streamer who plays Stardew Valley, Pokémon and Animal Crossing. I guess they’re trying to expand their audience?

I took a deep breath, staring down at my slim body. I hit the "Start Stream" button and turn on my camera ready smile.

“Hey, what’s up everybody?” I wait in silence as viewers flood into my stream. I load up Stardew Valley and click ‘continue game’.

Half an hour in and the stream continues as normal. Other than the odd question here and there about Gorilla, it’s as if I was still on Twitch. I harvest my crops mindlessly and glance at the chat.

ApeBoi6969: WASSUP BRO BENJAMIN. GOOD TO SEE ANOTHER BROTHER ON THE GORILLA GAME U KNOW WHAT IM SAYIN

I smile awkwardly, refusing to read the chat out loud. This wasn’t the average chatter I’d normally have. My chargers weren’t as… bro-ish. I mean, look at me. A nerdy little gay guy like me doesn’t tend to attract the type. My chatters are kind and sensitive. Although, now that I say it, I can’t see many of them in the chat today.

GamerDude22: LOOKIN LIKE A MONSTER FAM. BIG BENJAMIN GOT THE BIG BICEPS OUT TODAY AMIRITE :LUL:

TITTYSLAYER5000: BRO BE LIVIN UP TO THE GORILLA NAME :kappa:

I furrow my brow. I wear tank tops almost every stream and I’ve never had a reaction like this. I scratch my juicy pec, it bounces at my touch. I swear I wasn’t purposely bouncing it to show off my gains… I mean… maybe I was a little. But damn when you have a big hulking body like this, it’s hard to not show it off.

I drag the mouse with my big hand, watering the crops in the game. Suddenly, a funny idea popped into my head.

“360 water crop” I made my character do a spin in the game before pouring water onto one of my crops.

Laughing emojis filled the chat. I let out a vacant chuckle. Damn dude, I’m funny. No wonder Gorilla payed the big bucks to get me.

Suddenly, out of no where my character died.

“Damn, bro! What the fuck?” I screamed, much against my soft spoken nature. “Did you see that, chat? Fuckin stupid.”

The chat filled up with emojis again with some text sprinkled throughout.

MASTERMEATSCHLONGER: BROS BICEPS SO BIG HE CAN BARELY MOVE THE MOUSE :4Head:

DEEPINSIDEURGF: DUDE HE DUMB ASF HOW HE NOT SEE THAT COMIN :Jebaited:

BICEPBRO32: BRO MUST BE THINKIN ABOUT TITS CAUSE HOW TF HE NOT SEE THAT

SIRPECSALOT: U SUCK AT COD BRO UR BETTER SUITED FOR SOMTHING LIKE ANIMAL CROSSING LOL

These homos have no idea what they’re talking about. As if I’d play a gay ass game like that. It’s either Call of Duty or FIFA. No in between.

Besides, that dude came out of nowhere! I mean sure, I was thinkin about a girl’s rack I saw earlier today but that doesn’t even matter bro. That shit was bullshit.

I idly bounce my pecs as the kill cam plays, forcing me to rewatch my own death. I look away, ignoring the stupid death.

I let out a hot protein fart and laugh. The chat lights up. Dude, I’m fucking hilarious bro.

I place my hand back on the tiny mouse. Damn, why the fuck they make these things so small bro.

I move the mouse around, my pecs hindering my movement. Suddenly, a player steps out from behind a wall.

“360 NO SCOPE!” I spin my character around and eliminate him with my sniper. No scope needed.

The chat erupts in celebratory emojis.

“THATS WHAT I’M TALKIN ABOUT MY DUDES!” I yell, flexing my biceps in testosterone fuelled cockiness.

MATCH ENDED. TEAM WON.

I celebrate some more, flexing every muscle in my body, my hot stench being set loose from under my arms. God, I fucking stink. My armpit hair is dripping wet. Maybe I should take a shower… NAHHHHH.

Suddenly, the endgame kill cam comes on, showing me and my fucking amazing skills. God, I’m hard watching this bro. I’m fucking amazing.

“Alright, bros, it's been a sick stream! I’m gonna head to the gym. Maybe breed some chick, get her pregnant. Who knows.” I chuckle vacantly. “Catch you on the flip side, and remember brochachos, make sure to plant your seed deep! Till next time dudes."

I end the stream, feeling a sense of pump and accomplishment that I’d never felt before.

I hear a bing sound as an email comes in.

“Hey Big Bro Benny! We saw your latest stream today and thought you represented the Gorilla brand perfectly. We know you have more friends over on Twitch. We’re thinking about taking on a few more guys like yourself. Just send us some names and we’ll make them an offer they can’t resist. Thanks bro, the Gorilla team.”

I smile, scratching the thick bush beneath my pants.

I give them two of my best friends’ names: CQX and Piker. I email them back, my scratching having turned into rubbing my fat 7 inch babymaker through my shorts.

“We’ll reach out to them now.” Then, the Gorilla team finished off their final email with a command that even Big Bro Benny couldn’t disagree with. “Now, get off the computer and get out there and BREED”

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I’ll take the red door

Walking through the door you see a bro standing in place of your reflection. You chuckle out your new outlandish look before you feel something pinch in your brain, like every neuron snapped at once. "bruh" you say to yourself "bruh, my head tickles" you notice your ripped body "broo, my muscles are so hot, but I'm lookin skinny bruh" you begin to mindlessly flex "bruh, gotta build more muscle bruh, gotta be a big swole bodybuilder bruh" and with that the old you was gone and you were replaced with a dumb douchebag gym bro who only wanted to get bigger

#bigwishes #fav

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A Jocked dream

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A rewrite for my first story on this blog, I hope to make it better

I am Aaron, a high schooler, I've never been very social, I was a very protected child as a kid, I'm also asexual, meaning I don't find sexual attraction to any gender, I have long hair, I'm skinny and have bland style, I'm not very smart, and I hate most lessons.

To be honest I hate it all, I'm quite jealous of everyone , wishing I could be one of the popular guys, hot and muscular with lots of courage.

Occasionally I get the chance to talk with the older guys, I feel happy around them, they said I was there friend and I could always talk to them.

Its the closet I get to my dreams

_______________________________________

Whilst sitting alone under a tree, Jason, one of the popular guys and football jock from the group comes and sits with me

" yo Arron what up ma bro"

Extends fist for fist bump

I look up a bit confused but happy to see him

"hello Jason" fit bumps back*

"nutin much , just waitin for class"

"isn't it math?" I say

" yeah bro that shit sucks ass"

I laugh " damn right, I fuckin hate math , sucks major ass"

Jason's a little shocked but understanding.

"YOO damn right bro, sports so so much better, why don't you join a sports team bro?

I sigh saddly

Jason notices and sits next to me

"yo bro, what's wrong"

"well.. As a child my parents rejected the notion of me wanting to do sports, quite surprising if you think about it"

Jason's head almost blew up after hearing that.

" WHAT BRO, your parents suck for that, you wanted to play?"

I look up and smile

"yeah... I wanted to play football, and I still wouldn't mind , just It's too late for me, I'm no longer a child"

Jason puts his hands on my shoulders and looks me straight in the eye.

"bro, let me help you, it's never too late, coach can definitely help you"

I look up shocked and excited

I smile back and say

"yes, sure go ahead"

"YOOOOO BROOOOOOO"

Jason runs around excited as hell

He extends his hand to me

"come with me Aaron, let's get started right away,

I'll take you to coach!"

I take his hand

_______________________________________

Me and Jason walk through the school until reaching the sports hall where coaches office is

We walk up to the door and Jason opens it guiding me in.

Jason walks up to coaches desk

"Yo coach gotta minute?"

Coach sits up and adjusts his shirt that's tightly pressed against his large muscles.

"Jason my boy, need something?

And hm? Who ?, Looks me straight in the eye"

"well he's why I'm here, this is Aaron, my best bro, he wants to becum like me, he wishes to play football and becum a jock"

I'm feeling nervous hearing this.

"well Aaron, is that so, I can definitely help you , thank you Jason for bringing him here,

Jason please go to the locker room and get a kit ready"

"yes coach!, See you later bro",

he says to me as he leaves

"Aaron, please, sit down, let's chat"

I sit down in front of the his desk

" care for a beer son? It's a favourite between the players"

(Hmm I don't drink all that often but sure, I think in my head)

"Sure sir, I don't mind"

"please, call me coach, and take as many as you like, I just know you will want more"

I smile back, "thanks"

I take a big gulp of beer and start to sip it

"so son, you want to play football? You don't look like your very active?"

I pause for a second feeling calm from the beer

"as a kid my parents didn't want me to play sports, I was Hella protected, it's only because of Jason that this is happening"

Coach looks shocked and pale from what I said

"well that's no way to live is it! I'm glad you're here today because from now on you're gonna be a football jock, ill be the father you never had"

I am shocked by his words but also comforted by them

"thank you so much coach, I hope to make you proud"

I go to take another sip of my beer but find it's empty

Well now...

"yo coach, hand me another beer ?"

(Yo? Did I just?.. well whatever)

"hah, what did I say, the jocks love this stuff, and you're pretty much one of them now" he hands me another beer.

I go pale now, and my dick is extremely hard now my heart beating and my thoughts cloudy,

Wait.. did I just finish this beer ?

Well damn

"well son, you really like it, I'm impressed, heres another, come with me to the locker room, and don't worry, we have a stash of beer in there too!"

I take the new beer bottle and walk with him to the locker room, where my bro Jason went

(Bro? Yeah... Broooooooo)

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Walking into the locker room , coach guides me to one of the benches , it and a big screen TV Infront of it.

"sit down son, let me help you out of your clothes

watch what's on the screen"

I sit down and just stare at the screen, drunk out of my mind as I had finished the 3rd beer on the way here, coach stripping me. I begin in drool and leek pre as I look at the screen

"stare Aaron stare"

"Listen to its words, let it becum who you are meant to be, who you want to be"

I stare hard , foggy... dick... Hard.. huhu

The screen fills me up with tactics and football, all about football, and sex, locker room sex with the bros, huhu.. brooo. Im so horny now...

He moves on with his plan

He injects a serum into me, body grows

He starts to play with my expanding nipples, as my chest becums inflated and flat, my arms exploding in hard muscle with hands hard and rough from the sports and the gym

My legs becum tree trunks with thighs of steel, with a tight ass.

My feet grow and expand .

Finally my washboard 8 pack cum gutter abs.

Coach then pays attention to my hard and leaking, now 12 inch dick and lemon sized balls swirling with jock cum

"having fun Aaron, don't worry, were almost over'

Now say it, recite the words you know are true

He starts to jerk me off

" I.. I am a football.... Jock

I ... Big.... Dumb

.. football....

Yeah...

I am a football jock,

.... Hee I AM A FOOTBALL JOCK BROOOOO

And within 4 jerks i cum

I cum all over, me, coach, the floor,

Ropes of cum spew for minutes as I lay there a drooling sweety dumb mess of a jock

Jason comes in with a full football kit, he's happy at what the sees

" Yoo coach, u did great"

"Jason help your bro get changed, practice is soon'

"right"

Jason comes over to me and starts to dress me.

"sup bro, what up"

As my mind clears i say

"broooooo what uppppp ,I guud brahhh that was amazing, thank you bro, thank you

"that's great bro! Anytime"

He helps he dresses in the kit, from the jock strap to the cleats and pads, all were tight and arousing .

"damnn broo I'm so horny now"

"bro same, let's help each other out after practice bro"

Yeah brooo

Once all ready, Jason gets changed and we wait

Coach comes in to check on us

"well look at you boys, ready for practice"

We say in unison

"yes coach" we laugh at that

"Aaron, come , i will need a picture of you"

"right"

I walk over to stand at a camera, my cleats clinking on the floor

"ready son? "

I nod

As the picture is taken, I'm filled with confidence

My jock fills with more pre and cum as I am

A football jock

Damn Im still so horny

Me, Jason and the team run onto the field for practice, coach bringing out caskets of beers for us at the end

"drink up boys, you earned it"

In the locker room it's a ogy of cum and beer after a good practice.

Beer, cum and football

Bro that's the life

_____________________________________________well... What do you guys think?

I think it's better, different but better

Damn if only it could happen to me

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I fucked up, I used the Chronivac to make my dad have been a muscle bull in his youth to try and rig my own genetics in my favor but now all the academic awards me and my brothers had earned have changed into athletic ones and my dads study in the basement is gone and the whole space has become a home gym! Each day my brothers and I are getting more beefy and less mentally sharp, please help before we’re all stuck as smelly bros!

Hold on, let me check this out. Hold on! Wait, wait, wait! That's your father?

Your father is a fucking legend!I still have the issue of FLEX 04/2004. Your father on the cover. I still have the issue of FLEX 04/2004. Your father on the cover. He was my motivation to start training. He inspired a whole generation. Do you remember his Sun's out Guns out initiative from 2006? When it was recommended that only sleeveless tops be worn in high schools? That was insane motivation for the entire nation to run to the gym and get those biceps burning, wasn't it?

Or in 2012, when as an advisor he convinced President Jay Cutler to ban men under 25 from using deodorant? Man, I was just a sophomore in college then. Most of the time after that, we would also skip showering right after workouts and fuck right away. I still get a boner when I smell a guys locker room.

Bro, what was your problem again? What did you write? I got a little carried away. But I'm just a huge fan of your old man. So: you're asking if Chronivac Inc. can support him in his run for Senate? Honestly, it takes more Big Bros like your dad in politics. Lately, I believe the Crossfitters have been getting too much influence. I'll pass your request along to the lads in marketing and they'll get back to you.

One more request from my colleagues in support: Will you forward our photo to your father? What we are, we owe to him. Thank you very much!

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Yes coach

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Next to be like this

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“Hey there, are you my new personal trainer?”

Steve had lived a long life by now, with two sons in college and a wife at home, he was starting to feel like he had worn out his years with his youth wasted away. He longed for the same life that his sons now had in their prime, heading to the gym, hanging out with their “bros” and enjoying the comfortable life of a fraternity. Steve never had that, he never could have that. And if there was one worry that came with age, it was his health.

He wouldn’t say it was fat, hell, he wouldn’t even say he was near overweight. But when his wife suggested he could cut a few pounds and when he saw the chiselled bodies his sons managed to get only after a year at their college gym, he knew something had to change.

“Yeah, you must be Steve, follow me.”

Walking out of the steamy locker room, Steve had finally met the cheapest yet most effective trainer he could find. With dark skin and a hulking body, Amir was the best he could find and from the looks of his muscular body, Steve knew that he was experienced.

“Before we start, I’d just like to break the ice a bit between us. So before we stretch, how about we play a quick game?” suggested Amir, standing with his chest puffed out beneath his vest.

“A game?” questioned Steve, this was somewhat odd, all he wanted to do was get this day over with, after all the first day was the hardest. Amir however, nodded and held out a hand.

“Rock, paper, scissors,” declared Amir. Steve rolled his eyes. “Best two out of three. Sometimes I like to go best out of eight, no draws so far, I’m just that lucky.” Steve simply smiled politely and raised his hand.

Rock, paper, scissors.

Steve won, paper against rock.

“Very good. Again.” said Amir.

Rock, paper, scissors.

Amir won this time, rock against scissors and for the first time today Steve felt very tired, less like he wanted to sleep but more like he was exhausted as he found it even hard to really move from where he was standing and his crotch seemed to tingle. Before he could say anything he saw Amir smile.

Rock, paper, scissors.

A tie.

“Well, well, let’s see who wins here,” laughed Amir.

“Yeah just one sec I-”

“Again,” Amir interrupted.

Rock, paper, scissors.

Amir won.

The loud sound of ripping caused Steve to suddenly look down as he saw his tingling cock not only suddenly grow erect but burst through the front of his shorts as he was baffled by his engorged length. It was not only larger and longer but it was growing more and more, it almost felt like he had become a horse with the girth of his cock widening inch by inch as Steve felt more horny than he imagined anybody his age could ever feel.

He hadn’t felt libido like this since college and his own cock swung loosely now, free, by the time the growth stopped it was a clear seven inches hard and three inches wide and even weirder was the fact that it seemed so…tanned.

“W-What the fuck? What the fuck is happening to me?” Steve tried to cover his cock, to try and place it back into his shorts but the movement his fingers grazed it, he watched as Amir clicked his fingers and a spurt of pre-cum shot out of the head, causing him to moan and nearly buckle at the knees as the pleasure he received, though immense, was only a taste of the orgasm that this cock could handle. Amir chuckled.

“That’s why I’m so cheap, this is how I bulk you up, no need for gym equipment or nothing,” explained Amir. “There’s only the extra cost.” Amir raised his hand.

“E-Extra cost?” said Steve as he watched his own hand forcibly do the same. “What extra cost?”

“Just your smarts,” explained Amir. And he went at it again.

“No please I-”

Rock, paper, scissors.

Amir won.

Steve moaned again as his cock grew another inch. Fuck, he had to call somebody!

At the same time he suddenly heard more ripping as he looked down.

“No, no, no…Oh god…” He saw his own feet succumb to the new tanned texture as they grew out, his once grey hairs on his pale feet were now black as the toes lengthened and the lengthier digits caressed the shreds of his shoes and socks, pushing them away to make way for his larger muskier feet. 

His feet continued to grow out as his cock strained and they only stopped at size thirteen. Steve felt like he had a plan to call…to do something but he couldn’t remember.

“Again,” commanded Amir. Steve couldn’t stop it.

Rock, paper, scissors

Steve could barely focus, forgetting what rock or scissors meant and mistaking the two as he lost again.

“Oh god, it’s…growing so much-” strained Steve.

His cock grew another inch, longer and darker as he could feel more cum churning in his bigger balls.

Steve now felt his ass growing, all his intelligence seemingly sapped away for muscle and fat to form the bubble butt that destroyed his pants and whose cheeks almost clapped together for the perfect and fuckable ass he now sported. All the while his quads and calves burned as they continued to grow. His thighs grew so much that they nearly touched. 

The same tanned tone racing over them as the calves grew to become the perfect musculature of a young man in his prime.

“Begging you here…”

“Begging me for more? Don’t worry Steve, that time will come, as will you,” teased Amir.

“Fuck, you know wh-” But Steve couldn’t deny how good it felt as he raised his hand again.

Rock, paper, scissors.

His cock grew another inch now hard at a solid ten inches as every vein and ridge of his cock grew harder as he was so close.

Steve barely remember this game or even what scissors were.

He could only watch as his chest started to inflate, his own biceps beginning to bulge whilst his hands enlarged to look more like Amir’s. The biceps grew so large that he could feel his own shirt starting to strain at the sleeves before tearing them apart. 

The same dark tone followed however tattoos that Steve could barely remember getting with Amir started to slowly swivel and fade onto his skin, the ink highlighting the curves of his new flexing muscles as his own pecs started to push out.

Great deep lines were carved into his thinner body where his body fat continued to sink and be swallowed by the pure muscle that could barely be worked onto a man yet Steve did it anyway and felt a sense of pride of his new great body, loving to show off his great bulging pecs or his striking six pack.

“Fuck…bro…You…You won’t get away…away with…”

“Again.”

Rock, paper, scissors.

Steve couldn’t even remember anymore, he tried, he really tried to be smart, to fight back, but he was horrified to see he only gave a thumbs up.

“No, no, no bro…I’m…I’m smart…I’m…so fucking…uhh…fuck, don’t even know what that word means!”

Steve moaned out loud as his cock grew to eleven inches and as he felt his face starting to shape up, how his nose broaden slightly, how his lips grew fuller, or how his jawline sharpened he couldn’t care. He felt his own hair growing out, now darker than ever before but the only thing he could focus on was his massive cock as he felt a tidal wave of cum about to launch out of his cock and then-

He let go, felt himself cum, felt himself forget everything, could barely think, one or two words, before letting go, just letting go-

Cum sprayed everywhere, all over the floor and all over Amir who simply watched with grea anticipation as an almost endless orgasm struck Steve as his face continued to push out, as his own bulking body heaved and grew, as he forgot about being some old overweight dad. As the last dribbles and droplets of cum trickled out of his cock, he felt like he could breath again as Amir patted him on the shoulder.

“Nice workout bro, why don’t we head to the showers and clean up? I’ve got some spare clothes in the locker for you, Samir.”

Samir only smiled and followed.

Afterwards they had to celebrate and so they took a photo knowing to share it with their friends to show how “swole” Steve or rather, Samir, had gotten after a workout with his best bro, Amir. 

Amir couldn’t even resist holding up his hand playfully teasing a “peace sign” when in reality he knew it was scissors, the same scissors that cut Steve off his old life and body. 

He watched the dumb bro Samir give a thumbs up, the one that caused his mind and body to be lost, and he wouldn’t want it any other way.

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