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Mirror Jock So Fucking Hot

Sam: Do I really have to be shirtless for this? It’s just a stupid urban myth, what’s the point?

Nate: You chose dare. Besides its hilarious. Just look in the mirror and say the words to yourself.

Mike: Heck maybe it’ll actually work haha. Imagine turning into a stupid himbo.

Nate: Hurry up and go, it’s Mike’s turn next.

Sam: “IamfuckinghotIamfuckinghotIamfuckinghot” there happy?

Nate: This isn’t Bloody Mary. You have to keep saying it.

Sam: Oh come on. Until when?

Mike: Until we say so dufus. And slow up, don’t be so insecure. At least say it like you mean it. For the smartest guy in class you can be real thick

Sam: Fine, fine, fine “I am fucking hot. I am fucking hot. I am fucking hot.“ Er this is so stupid. Are we done? Cause its getting kinda warm

Nate: Whatever, shut up Sam. Keep going

Sam: I am fucking hot. I am fucking hot. Mmm… I am fucking hot

Mike: Haha that’s better. That was kinda convincing. Why don’t you flex a little if you’re so hot? Haha

Sam: Hmm flex? I am fucking hot *flex* Ha I am fucking hot*flex* I am fucking hot *flex**fleeeex* Mmm yeah. I am fucking hot

Mike: Hahaha nice, you totally sound like a jock.

Nate: Uh Mike… was he always that toned?

Sam: Fuck look at these abs. I’m so fucking hot. Mmm biceps man. Huhu so fuckin hot.

Mike: Holy shit dude, he’s actually…

Sam: Pecs fuckin hot. Like muscle so fuckin hot. Bod so fuckin hot. Yeah bro I’m like so fuckin HahhT.

Mike: Fuck dude. Look at him lick his bis. Shit he’s turning fucking hot…

Nate: Uh ya sure, but he’s our friend… He’s sounding like a dumb muscle jock

Sam: Cock so fuckin hot

Nate: Alright Sam stop! Keep your clothes on. It’s gone far enough. Stop stop. You’re turning into a total musclehead

Sam: Mmm but brah, you’re so fuckin hot

Nate: No wait, come on stop

Sam: Ur so fuckin hot

Nate: Quit it, get your hands off me. I don’t wanna look in the fucking mirror…

Sam: U so fuckin hot

Nate: No ugh… I’m so - fuck- stop… Mike help!

Mike: Muscle so fuckin hot. I’m so fuckin hot

Nate: Fuck… Mike no…ugh so hot… hands off my… no- so fuckin hot

Sam: Hot bro. Bro so fuckin hot

Nate: Ugh… fuck… bro… so hot… uuuuugh yaaAA. so fuckin hot

bromocollegestud:

Damn bro. Nice package

Who knew the training serum could be so effective. Take these two. Only seconds ago they were the most timid pair of nerds, until the serum kicked in and they became so uncomfortably hot and horny for each other they couldn’t resist exploring each other’s bodies. Now they’ve already given in and the more each touch, stroke, kiss turns them on the more they grow. The more they grow the hornier, wilder, and dumber they become.

He took a quick swig of the bottle he swiped from the loud drunk obnoxious jocks down the hall. He coughed violently the straight vodka stinging his throat and eyes.

He never drank but he didn’t care. He was sick and tired of being the social library bound outcast, of being called the uptight skinny ass nerd of the hall. If he could do nothing else he could at least try to get drunk for once, even if it was alone.

He took another swig, squinting his watering eyes half in pain half in tears. He could already feel his head getting fuzzy and foggy, God he was such a lightweight. How did those jocks do it? Sure they were dumb as bricks but at least they had fun, at least they were friends.

He tried a longer swallow, forcing himself to take down several gulps of the burning alcohol. If he could only like loosen up a bit. Not care so much about all that dumb school stuff. There was all this better stuff then dumb boring books.

He took another casual shot. It didn’t sting as much now, although he stumbled a little chuckling to himself. His head was getting all hard to think and it getting so fucking hot. He was always so body shy but screw it. He sloppy pulled off his shirt, pausing only for a second before wobbling a little to slide off his shorts, and even underwear in hand. God he was drunk.

He took another drink. More easily now and he smiled goofily to himself, pleased. That felt better. But drunkingly patting at his torso- he was so fucking thin and pale. He should train… Was-wasn’t he already? He flexed a little admiring small but lean muscle that wasn’t there a moment ago. But like 3 days a week wasn’t cutting it. He needed some more bulk.

He brought the bottle to his lips again eyeing the peak of his bicep tense in the process, not noticing how it swoll and grew even larger. The drink was easy now, sweet and tasty fire. He fucking loved this stuff. He took a long slow pass at the bottle and he could feel the familiar and pleasant burn down his throat and through his veins. Each gulp brought pound after pound of pure jock muscle to his slender frame, hardening his biceps, abs and chest, plumping his lats and thighs, filling in his non existent ass into two perfect round smooth cheeks. Letting out a soft deep moan into his drink, blond highlights spread through his hair, his jaw squared and reshaped itself as his eyes glistened from brown into blue giving him the perfect cocky jock appearance.

Still hungrily pawing the bottle in lengthening fingers one hand drifted to his waist feeling his small dick twitch and throb to life, thickening and swelling into his hand to become the large thick cock he knew so well.

He finally threw the bottle down satisfied, giving another slow dumb laugh, this time two octaves deeper then before. So stupid. His head felt so slow and foggy, but wasn’t it always. Why was he alone in this single ass room? He needed his bros. Giving his stiff cock a few slow strokes- he was always so fucking horny- he left the dorm room bottle in hand, naked- why cover his amazing ass- out to join his jock bros down the hall.

The cap was doing its job. Sucking up brain power to fuel the new muscle blooming across Joey’s once bony pale frame. He could feel his head emptying filling with a new cocky alpha persona and he couldn’t resist, pain turning into intense pleasure as dark sexy stubble spread across his maturing cheeks and a thick new piece of meat swelled to life in his shorts. New memories pumped into his head- sports, muscle, sex- and his new bros that gave him the tank, shorts, and the perfect cap that went along with it

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Dumb horny jocks. They’re bodies take time to change, but their minds are so easy to penetrate. Keep looking into my eyes boys. It’s so easy to just let go. To just obey coach. And to be one of the team. You don’t need to think. I’ll do that for you. The only thing you need to do is workout. And be horny. Stop thinking. Be dumb. Be horny. Be a horny jockboy

Pic:@gay-lgbt-noh8

While getting dressed in the lockerroom I noticed my socks and boxerbriefs were missing. And the post peculiar thing was that there was a pair of both lying on the bench next to me. They looked clean and everyone had already left the room. In pure desperation I put them on. I needed to wear something right?

As soon as I put them on I felt a rush of power flowing through my body. My body felt strange. As if my skin didn’t fit anymore. The underwear and socks started to feel tigher too. But they fit more on my body. I stumbled towards the nearest mirror. I could just see the big changes happening. My but plumped out, the boxerbriefs hugging it tightly. Big abs transforming body into nice and toned. All my bodyfat disappearing, leaving me with a skinny, but muscular body. 

Then something in my mind snapped. I had always been like this. I had always been big and strong. I had never liked school. I always work out. I always flex my big abs when I walk past the slutty studs. Yeah… That’s me.

I got dressed and left the lockerroom. I had forgotten my old life. It didn’t exist enymore. I had always been a dumb cocky jock.