#jock transformation
Coach Matthew needed new players, desperately.
He was all out of options too, all his stars were knocked out on the bench due to injury or other commitments and he no longer had his College team ready to compete!
He scratched his beard thoughtfully as he stared into his mug of coffee. The game was in only a couple hours, how in the hell could he create an entirely new team? It was impossible! Unless…
He stood and rifled through the drawers of his desk. He had sworn that these wouldn’t be used unless there was an extreme emergency.
He pulled out an unassuming orange pill bottle, the contents rattling about.
“B34R Pills”. He read aloud. “Jock edition- Football”.
B34R was originally a virus that had swept isolated parts of Europe and other countries, rooting itself in human DNA only to be harvested by interested companies and used for fast-acting supplements, capable of turning even the scrawniest of geeks into musclebound giants in seconds.
The coach looked out his window at the empty field thoughtfully and made his decision.
———
Timothy wasn’t a very fit boy, in fact, he wasn’t fit, period. He was small and slender, completely unfit to run a mile let alone do it constantly, holding a ball.
So, when he got the email from the school Coach to come in early and speak about something urgent, he thought it was unusual. The college freshman wasn’t sure what was going to happen, nervously sitting down and accepting the water cup he was given.
The moment a sip of the cool liquid slithered down his throat, things began to swell.
In seconds his scrawny shoulders had ballooned outwards and his neck thickened considerably, feeling his voice to animalistic grunts. “Wha-“ he let out before a symphony of grunts and moans left his mouth.
“Calm down boy, soon you won’t remember anything that happened here. Only football, get it? Though you might be thinking of other balls after this too.” Coach remarked, watching the man’s lats fan out as his arms swelled like a gorilla’s.
Tim’s waist tightened as his abs came in one after another, followed by his thick thighs and shapely legs, leading up to a muscular ass and a sphincter that would be permanently virgin tight due to all that round muscle.
Tim’s pecs ballooned in front of him, a pelt of black hair taking root all over his body and giving him an effortlessly scruffy and sexy look. This was finalised with the reshaping of his face into a handsome smirk.
Tim’s eyes fluttered as his brain tried to work through the pleasurable stupor, his cock and balls twitching and pulsing as more and more growth surged through him. It was getting hard to think, especially with his cock rock hard and his balls so full. ‘Fuck, gonna need one of those cheerleaders to drain me. Not the bitchy girls, one of the hot twinks’ll do.’ He thought, cognitive function slowing to a halt.
Coach looked at the newly christened jock, helping the man to his feet. “How do you feel son?” He asked.
“Fucking great Coach! Gonna need more of that stuff when I get back from- Uh…” he trailed off, meaty hand coming to fondle his balls, neatly tearing the fabric straight off.
“Go on then, can’t have you fucking somebody on the field.” The older remarked, watching the jock bound out of the room and no doubtedly down the halls to eventually find a guy willing to deep throat his 11 inch pole.
“Boys will be boys. Now, who’s next?”
Ryan has been hanging out at our frat house a lot recently. Luckily, he has picked up on the cues from the other guys there and has started wearing less and less. While it was cool that he wore polos and boat shoes around a lot at first, he has come to learn what it’s like to pledge the jock frat. Now he’s stripping down to just his gym shorts when he comes through the front door, just like all the older guys wear. He’s even started taking suggestions that he should be free balling all the time. Once one of the older brothers showed him how hot it is to have a nice visible bulge through the front of your shorts, and Ryan was happy to make the changes.
I can’t wait for him to go through initiation. Then he’s going to learn that whenever our doors are closed for the night, the jock frat doesn’t bother with clothes at all. That way we can see how well are muscle bodies are growing, and plus it makes it really easy for us to get a brojob from each other. I’ve got the feeling that he is going to have a nice fat one for me to suck, and my pledge brother Joseph can’t wait to be the first one to claim his cherry. Only two more weeks until initiation…
