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Request if there still space. Can you turn me from a smart guy to a big hulking muscle dumb jock football brute please?
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A Nerd Gone Jock
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Damon wakes up and gets ready for his day, groaning a little bit because he’s tired of being picked on and beaten up at college. As he’s walking there his boyfriend, Allen, a science major at his college, is texting him about how he should stand up to his bullies and that if he does that then they’ll leave him alone.
When he arrives, waiting outside for him are Chad, Mike and Brandon, some homophobic football jocks that like to bully and beat him up for being gay and a nerd. “Hey there Fag! Thought we told you we told you we don’t want your kind around here!” said Chad. “Yeah, why doncha get outta here and read those stupid little comics like a good little loser?” said Brandon. Damon, getting annoyed by them quietly says “Leave me alone.” Mike walks closer putting his hand to his ear and says “Huh? What was that? You said that you want your faggy ass beat? I think we can give you exactly what you want!”
After they get closer to him, Damon snaps and says “I’ve had enough your shit, assholes!” and punches Mike in the throat. “Why can’t you just stop bullying me?!” They swiftly beat his ass and tell him to “get his fag ass out of here”. When Damon is gone, Chad, with an evil smirk, says to his bros “So the fag wants us to stop bullying him, eh?” Hearing their bro say that causes the others to have evil smirks on their faces as well.
When Saturday rolls around, Damon is in his bed sleep when all of a sudden he wakes up from a smack to his face. He jolts awake and sees the 3 standing in his room and sees that he’s in nothing but a jockstrap. “How the hell did you get in my room?! And why am I wearing this stupid thing?!” shouts Damon.
“You forgot to lock your door, and you’re wearing that cuz you said you didn’t want to be bullied anymore. Only way for that to happen is to become one of us! Now open up and swallow this.” says Chad, holding 2 pills in his hand. “Like hell I’ll be one of you! And I’m not taking whatever THAT is!” Damons says pointing at the pills.
“Either you take the pills or we’ll make you take them.” Says Mike. Damon, fearing he’ll be beaten in his own home, hesitantly takes them. After he swallows the pills, he feels his body shudder and get hot. He starts panting and groaning as his body starts to change. He’s too busy rubbing his inflating muscles and groaning over the pain of them inflating to realise Mike with a dirty and smelly shoe in his hand. Mike grabs Damons head and covers his mouth before shoving the shoe to Damon’s nose. “Smell it!” Mike says. Damon tries to struggle against it but eventually has to breath in. When he does, he smells the pungent smell of the shoe and was disgusted. He again took in another breath though his nose, and for whatever reason this time he started to like the smell of it.
Damon closed his eyes and kept on smelling the rank shoe more and more and as he does, his IQ starts to drop and his memories start changing. Damon’s memories of growing up reading comics and playing games slowly change into Damon, now named Brayden, playing football and picking up chicks to fuck. As these new memories were invading his mind, he tried to keep them from changing by thinking of his boyfriend Allen and some his favorite comics, but as he was thinking of and trying to remember his boyfriend and his favorite superheroes, he started to feel disgusted by those thoughts, thinking ‘Boyfriend? I ain’t no faggy ass nerd’. Also changing was his room - gone were the figurines and comic books and in their place were trophies from playing football and erotic magazines of women.
After a few more minutes Mike let him go and asked “How ya feelin, bro?”. Brayden opens his eyes and smirks at his bros while saying “I’m feeling hot and horny. Let go find some bitches to fuck! We could go and beat up that faggy science dweeb Allen up, too.” Mike, Chad and Brandon all give each other a knowing smirk knowing they’ve succeeded in turning a faggy nerd into a straight jock bro.
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You see these muscles? They order you to kneel and suck. Now! And for the rest of the day.
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Reblog this if you want to pump yourself up to be perfect dumb muscle
Gotta find our bros
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You want to become a complete, muscular jockboy through assisted fitness and hypnosis - follow and shoot us a message! (On tumblr or on kik: bombersunited) | On a side note, get me to 100 and beyond followers to see another graduate ;)
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Cheerleader to jock
Stacey loved being a cheerleader it was what she lived for. Unfortunately, she had been told that due to one of the Jocks (those hotties that she wish she could fuck) had moved schools meaning they no longer had enough players to do football. This meant she could no longer see the hot jocks up close all the time.
The Quaterbacker, Kevin needed an extra teammate if he wanted to even play football this season. In a desperate bid to find a way to play he searched the internet until he found a tub of "jock paint" this paint claimed to have the power to turn anyone into a bro within minuites. Allegedly the creator didn't even remember how to make it after accidentally touching the sticky white paint. In a spur of the moment descion, Kevin bought one small tub. Enough for 1 - 3 transformations.
When school ended that day Stacey went to cheerleading practise. Even if they couldn't cheer this season doesn't mean they wouldn't practise. As she walked down the corridors to the gym department she saw Kevin carrying a small tub of what looked like hand cream. "Hey, Stace apply some" instinctively she did, without thinking she applied it in two symmetrical stripes on both sides of her face. She then drizzly collapsed. Whilst collapsed her breasts became pecs, her abs toned turning rock solid and becips bulged within her cheerleading uniform. Then the changes moved down. Her vagina filled with testosterone and expanded forming a rock hard cock.
He did want to spend more time with the jocks, now Stan could.
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Wicked Phone
It changed everyone who touch it into its meanest form while the shape of the phone also changes overtime, like a magical material or some sort. Prankster, trickster, bully, no one know what kind of negative energy manifest inside that phone, but it's certainly not coming from a good place or owned by a good person since the very beginning. Plus, the effect is just so great, it wiped out the entirety of the owner's past existence and replaced it with this new set of reality that sounds stereotypical of mean people and how they can getaway with everything
Take Lukas or Luke over here. A graduate students in Chemistry, the contact with that phone swole his muscle and altered him 180 degree into totally different personality. He is also turned into a very smooth drug dealer, hiding the "good stuff" inside a sack of legal marijuana. I mean....pfft...Lanky Lucas, turned into jacked brute like this?
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And then Declan and Vince. What should I said about this two? Virgin their entire live, very socially awkward and such a clumsy waterboy, Declan for the football team while Vince helped out the baseball team. But the contact with that phone changed both boys and since then, they are practically a pair of misogynistic bully. Teasing and even harassing some girls in the cheerleading team and utterly awful with the nerds, everytime the coach or anyone tried to bring them to the ethical board, their family's influence suddenly halt all those effort and the two douchebags just sailed through all of it
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Renzo is a college drop-out who works in distant relative pizzeria in New York to just stay afloat. But one eventful day with the phone wiped all the sorrow and replaced it with how Renzo is an up and coming Italian-born model who rock various runway across the globe. The recent success he gained make him very cocky and his manipulative personality somehow always get him what he wants, free dinner after a quick fuck with random socialite in the bathroom, well-known photographer agreed to take his picture after his series of blackmail and even his penthouse bought by a guy that stared at him a second too long
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Oh crap, now I see the aura surrounding that phone.
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What sort of change will happen to this nice fella? Shit, I can see his bulge growing and face tattoos started to appear in his face!
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Teenager to jock generel
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Sam we an average american teenager. Today was his school trip to an army base, he wasn't sure why the school was going on there but he wouldn't complain about missing school.
When he got there his class was forced to change into army uniforms to better understand them or somthing like that, the reasoning was vague at best. As he placed the uniform he felt somthing change. He body was going from scrawny to buff.
His biceps quadrupled in size, his quads also became much more defined. His abs became much clear more defined too. His pecs went from flat to massive. A small tattoo appeared upon his left arm. He then passed out.
When he woke up he thought he had always been a buff army generel focussed on recruiting scrawny school boys and using body altering uniforms.
His jockification was complete.
Everyone would wanna fuck him know, unlike what he used to be.
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Succeeding the Farm
I have no idea where I went wrong in raising that girl. We live on a farm in the midwest. Where does she even get the idea that she could, let alone should, be some fashionista princess whatever?
She keeps spending all of her undeserved allowance on clothes and makeup and the like when no one around here really cares. She continually fails to get up early enough to get her chores done. She complains whenever she has to do any sort of work, like it even matters if she gets dirt on her dress! It’s just so utterly frustrating and I am at my wit’s end!
Or at least I was. I figured my daughter might be a better helper on the farm if she were a boy instead. So, I looked into some spells from the family book brought here from the old world and voila! I now have a son!
And what a strapping young lad he is! He even gets up before I do at times to help with the animals! He never thinks twice about getting dirty and loves all the hard work! He probably never even thought of this as work meant for someone else having been born a guy.
Though, he still spends a good deal of his allowance on clothes and still likes showing off on his blog, but I got me a good old country boy helping me out on the farm! I can’t wait until he becomes a man and takes over the farm! I couldn’t be prouder of my son!
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Getting Back on Top
I used to be at the top of the dean’s list at college, but then he showed up and ruined all of it! So, I decided to ruin him with my magic!
Ha! Now he’s some dumb little country bumpkin who can’t even figure out why he was reading such a complicated book let alone its contents!
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Good story, worth checking out for the different formatting.
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Aunt Julia didn’t think twice of letting her nephew stay in the room with her old magic mirror. After all, it was completely harmless - stuck in a loop where it came up with the exact same answer no matter if it was true or not.
Unfortunately for her, Peter was a geek and just loved to troubleshoot broken things. And it turned out that Aunt Julia had completely misunderstood the problem…
“Mirror, Mirror, on the wall, who has the most hunkiest muscles of all?”
“You do, Peter.”
“Fuck!” screamed Peter as his puny bones crackled into thick clubs and his flabby flesh hardened into meaty, manly muscle.
He lay on the ground panting for a few minutes, admiring his new warrior body and feeling a growing buzz of excitement in him.
“Mirror, Mirror, on the wall, who has the largest cock of all?” he ventured, hopefully.
“You do, Peter.”
Peter grinned as his shorts slowly bulged out into the realms of public obscenity laws.
“Mirror, Mirror, on the wall, who’s got the manliest lantern jaw of all?”
“You do, Peter.”
“Fuck, yeah!” he growled, admiring his new, carved-out-of-marble profile in the mirror
“Mirror, Mirror, on the wall, who gets to score with any fucking person he wants and they all damn love getting brutally fucked by him… err… of all?”
“You do, Peter.”
“Mirror, Mirror, on the wall, who has a dickwad older brother who just loves blowing his younger brother’s pornstar cock, of all?”
“You do, Peter.”
Yeah, it was going to be one long afternoon of sadistic but geeky revenge.
“Mirror, Mirror,” he continued…
Just a short one to showcase how great @turningalpha is. This is his story titled “Mirror, Mirror”
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Nerd to Dumb, hot Jock
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Jason was bored out if his mind ; gym was his least favourite subject (for some reason it was compulsory) thankfully he had forgotten his gym kit today. He sat in the changing rooms waiting for everyone to be ready so he could just read a book during the 'lesson'.
"You, Jason where is your kit?" The coach asked, his voice sounded angry yet in a pleased way. "I accidentally left at home, sir sorry." He was quivering slightly Jason had never been confident and when faced with a massive mass of muscle like the coach he found it hard not to be nervous. "Spare kit, now!" The 'teachers' voice shouted. No one liked wearing the supplied Gym Kit. It smelled awful. It was so bad Jason had blocked it out of his mind. "B-but sir..." Jason tried to arguing however, the coachs face made him stop. "No buts, but yours in the spare kit." His nostrils flared in a manner that showed he was serious.
As Jason walked into the room where the spare kit was stored he smelt somthing, deodorant? No, not strong enough. Maybe sweat? No too far from the gym for it to be a possibility. As he entered the room where it was, he realised it was the spare kits. They must never be washed Jason assumed. As Jason looked through them he noticed that they were all for people much taller than him. He was 5 feet 5 (below average, he knew). They all seemed for people 6 foot at least. In protest of being forced Jason grabbed the tallest, 6'2. As Jason began wearing it he realised they were all for people much more muscular than him.
After putting it all on, he started to smell the odder that drifted off of it. It smelled awful. It was overpowering, the smell of Jock's sweat. He began feeling somthing in his muscles he was expanding... no transforming. The first changes took place in his pecs, they expanded into a monstrous size. Then the change went to his once noodley arms, they changed into 4 inch monstrosities. "Fuck... what the hell is happening?" Jason said, only just enduring the pain it was causing. Next, his abs changed into a well formed six pack. His calfs and glutes were next. His ass grew, the muscles expanding to just above average. His calfs became much more toned. Jason then blacked out.
As he was blacked out, he brain changed. Somthing switched on making him produce much more testosterone and shutting down certain processing parts. He was nothing more than a dumb jock, a dumb muscle jock.
"Jay, you alright?" The coach's voice echoed in the room. "Uh yeah Coach. Damn, I must have missed all of gym!" Jay as Jason was now called said in a panicked tone. "Don't worry, you didn't miss football. We have you singed up as quarterback, still doing that?" The Coach gleamed, this question would show if the jockification process had worked. "Of course, cant miss training!" Jay had become a jock.
Jay, now plays on the football team as the quarterback, fucking in the showers every match.
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