Derick, Benjamin and Joshua were friends, they went to the same school together and they all had passion for learning, they were basically stereotypical college nerds. One day, the three of the boys met at Joshua’s house as apparently Joshua had something important to tell the other two.
They arrived and went off to Joshua’s room. “So guys I found a cool device while snooping around in the locker rooms earlier it’s a device that apparently will make us all muscles up at the same time while we can keep our brains intact, I think this is a great opportunity!” said Joshua. Wait what were you doing in the football teams locker rooms, were you looking trying to catch the glimps of your Jock crush, Chad, again?“ Benjamin laughed and Derick joined him "well shut up I got us an opportunity ok guys so let’s not waste it hmm… who’s gonna go first?”.
The entire room was silent so Joshua decided to make a decision. “Derick you’ve been way too quiet let’s see how this works on you”. Of course Joshua knew that Derick was shy and never really spoke much but he used exactly that against Derick, he pointed the device in Dericks way and before Derick could protest Joshua pressed the button.
Derick began his transformation. First he got a boner in his pants and all of a sudden he felt a great urge to jerk off right there and then then his torso began to expand, he got a very nice set of abs popping out and ripping apart his clothing and at the top two pecs exploded. Then came his arms and legs which inflated to a size almost of small balloons as if he was a gym junkie and worked hour 24/7. His face also changed,nit became more well defined, all his nerdy features disappeared, he no longer needed glasses.
“oh… fuck… guys… something is happening…fuck… fuck… fuuuckk yea braaaahs” Derick shouted as his big piece of meat began to spurt out large quantities of cum onto the floor. Afterwards Derick fell onto his knees in bliss as he completed his transformation:
The other two boys approached him “Derick are you alright?” Asked Benjamin. “Fuck yea little brah, never have been better also I ain’t no Derick, just call me Rick huhuhu”.
“Why are you acting so dumb and what happened to your shyness and intelligence” Joshua asked while Rick just looked at the large puddle of cum on the floor suggesting that they should know what happened. “Fuck brahs I’m so fucking horny like” Rick said and then looked mischievously at the Joshua was holding, before Joshua could realise what would happened, Rick quickly grabbed the device and pointed it at Joshua, pressing it in the process. Benjamin managed to hide.
As Benjamin hid he could hear the shouts of Joshua who was asking for help and crying for him Rick to stop as he didn’t want to become a dumb Jock… eventually though the cries and shouts were replaced by panting and moaning as Joshua began to rub his own sausage eventually cumming out a similar puddle to one Rick made:
“Well Josh brah looking fucking good man” said Rick. Thanks man… fuck I really needed that release huhuhu" the two of them laughed. “Fuck brah now I’m fucking horny… let’s go get Ben and we can take care of our woods together”.
The two Jocks went off looking for Benjamin, meanwhile Benjamin was hiding, when everything went silent, he thought that now was the chance to escape. He legged it to the door but as he was about to grab the doorknob he was grabbed by Josh.
“where do you think you’re going little brah, once we’re finished with you you’ll be grabbing different knobs if you get me huhuhu”. Rick came around the corner and pointed the device on Benjamin and pressed the button… Benjamin’s fate was now sealed, before he knew it he began to transform in the similar way, he tried to resist at first, but the list overcame him and he started jacking his cock which expanded and as it expanded drained everything in his brain down. Soon the scares and torments turned into moans of pleasure and Benjamin eventually came everything out with there now being three sizable puddles of cum on the floor as Benjamin became Ben:
“Fuck brahs… that was intense” said Ben. “We know fuck that was good… but do you know what would be even better?” Josh looked at the other three suggestively before the three of them looked at each others stiff members. So the three of them got to action, they spent a great day together after school with a lot of moaning, cumming and lust being involved, the room by the time they finished was extremely messy and had a smell that smelled like a mix between their sweats, cum, and a bit of a fishy smell thrown in to add to the mix
This was the trios best day of their lives since they ever met. They loved their new forms, they loved changing Nerds into Jocks through their Jockification device to spice up their sexual encounters a bit. Life was good for Rick, Josh and Ben and from the day they used the device, they have been living the lives to the maximum, not caring abkut grades but favouring more lustful encounters not only with themselves but with other jockified nerds.
(this is another post which was requested I had great joy writing it thank you for the person who requested the story)
Tumblr yoinked the first post of this, but holy fuck I loved writing this story so much that I refuse to let it die. Here’s one with more toned down pics lol
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Coach Martin was scouring the university gym’s locker room for any kind of fresh talent. He had been coach of the university wrestling team for a while, but after several mediocre seasons, declining viewership, and general loss of interest, the school was thinking about cutting the budget for his team for the next fiscal year. He’d gotten used to this sort of thing happening to the liberal arts departments, but at his large, notoriously ‘party school’ university, athletics were always the highest financial priority! Coach Martin knew he couldn’t let that happen. No, not after all of the years he spent building up the team.
He knew there were plenty of talented bodies in the gym, but rarely anyone with the willingness to sign up for the team. ‘I don’t have the time,’ ‘My schedule is too tight,’ ‘Sorry, my studies come first;’ these were all the common lines Coach Martin heard from those he asked. Never mind that he knew for a fact that these boys were out every night drinking and partying every weekend, getting their dick wet at every opportunity. He couldn’t really blame them, after all it is a college. But sure, ‘scheduling conflicts,’ let’s go with that excuse. Anyways, it didn’t matter anymore. Coach Martin had his own ways of dealing with his predicament, and they began with finding a worthy candidate’s clothing.
He searched through lockers, flipping open wallets and checking IDs, hoping to find any kind of viable candidate for his plight. Older faculty members, soft/grungy liberal arts majors, exchange students, lab assistants… He searched and searched but was disappointed by the IDs he found. He passed by one of the rows of lockers and was nearly stopped in his tracks by the tangy bouquet emanating from one of the metal boxes. He took a few steps backwards and could immediately tell which locker the odor belonged to. Even before he opened it, he could smell the intoxicating stench wafting out.
He opened it quickly and his sense of smell was blitzed. A heavy, mixed stench of body odor, cologne, and sex poured out of the locker, a hefty gym bag being the only occupant. He didn’t want to get too confident, but Coach Martin was pretty sure he’d found his candidate.
He opened the bag, huffing out laughter as he was further assaulted by the rank smell that puffed out, and fished around for any kind of ID. He found a thin, dark leather wallet and flipped it open, producing the university’s familiar student ID card: Jabari Jefferson was the name printed underneath with a smiling picture of a thick-necked student over it, emblazoned by a holographic stamp of the university’s crest. Not only did he look like a natural athlete with enough confidence to actually smile in his picture—so many of these jocks thought a smile was a sign of weakness—but he had a certain.. something about him.
You ever see those kinds of people who look like they would be the natural life of the party? People who, just from first impression, looked like everyone would either want to be with them or want to be them? How about people who—for whatever reason you call it—look like they’re the type of person who could fuck your right? Just really use any tools at their disposal—mouth, lips, chest, cock, ass, thighs, feet, take your pick—to make sure you walk away feeling like their trophy spouse? That, Coach Martin thought, was the exact vibe he got from Mr. Jabari Jefferson. He checked all of Coach Martin’s boxes and more.
He opened his phone and went into the school staff’s student directory to look him up. After flipping through the expansive list of students by the last name ‘Jefferson,’ until he landed on his guy. Jabari’s smiling picture looked back up at him, and Coach Martin’s knees went weak simply imagining Jabari giving him a slight wink. He was from way out of state, practically across the country, he was freshly 21, he was a social work major… So he didn’t have any immediate family around, he was young and exceptionally fit, and he had a compassionate and empathetic demeanor… Check, check, check. He was, in every way, a perfect fit! ‘Bingo,’ Coach Martin thought, a chill of excitement spreading through his body from his chest.
Coach Martin prayed to anyone that was listening that he could find something to take with him, anything. He knew by the smell that there had to be something in there that fit the job, he just needed to find it. He fished around in the bag some more for anything he could take with him, anything that wouldn’t be immediately noticeable as missing. His eyes landed on it—well, actually his hand landed on it first—and his nose identified it as one of the sources, if not the source, of the smell. Coach Martin grinned and lifted a dirty jock strap out of the bag.
He passed it between his hands a few times, its fabric feeling a tad moist from the last time it was used, and reeking of sweat. He looked into the pouch where its user’s dick would go—where Jabari’s dick would go, noting that it was a sizable pouch indeed—and saw that there was something wet still there. He looked closer and saw that it was limpid and thick, so he reached inside to feel it, half expecting it to be what he thought it was. As soon as his finger touched it and felt the webby, sticky, tacky substance between his fingers, his suspicions were confirmed—it was pre.
Coach Martin couldn’t help himself, he knew he needed a taste, just a tiny taste. He knew he’d have innumerable chances to taste it later, but he was caught up in the moment. He brought it to his face, inhaled deeply, and quickly stuck his tongue out to sample his finding.
His shorts, which were already massively tented, now had a dark spot blooming near the tip of his cock, and he knew that he should just leave before blowing his load in the locker room. No, there would be plenty of load-blowing later. He stuffed the jock strap in his pocket, rushed to his office to gather his hat and keys, and hurried out to his car, his messenger bag slung over his shoulder in such a way that it obscured the front of his torso, hiding the bouncing stiffy in his gym shorts.
He was not this big muscle brute an hour ago when he visited this abandoned warehouse. Somehow, the chair inside the empty warehouse pulled him to sit and without much realization, he sat himself on that chair. That’s when an strap suddenly appeared and it kept him seated on the chair. The same straps appeared on both side of his legs and then suddenly the seat whirred as his legs started to be lifted from the ground alongside the weight. As much as he tried to stop it, the machine just keep on going, forcing him to work on his quads and thighs with no breaks whatsoever. But, not just his quads and thighs, the machination somehow released this soreness all across his body followed by a massive hormonal rush that entered his system as it got injected from the straps. Every rep he did in that leg extension caused his body to slowly yet surely developed its muscle, and an hour later, the once rather skinny Jim now already sporting massive pectorals and a set of tense abs that fit perfectly to his widening shoulder and overall body frame. His lower body parts also adjusted itself to accomodate the massive growth in the upper part, but seeing the pain he’s in, the process seems far from over
As he thrashed his head back, a strap appeared and circled his head, locking him in his position. He let out a loud and intense scream with his deep trembling voice as he feels countless needle pricked his head from all sides, this time releasing the brain agent to alter his memory once and for all
Still growing! My shape is coming along. I can see my legs stretching my shorts. Nothing fits loosely anymore. I love how the fabric of my clothes are starting to strain from the size and growth of my muscles. Slowly they will give way to expose the ever stretching skin over my pumped muscle. Soon the all that will be left is my jock strap to flex in and show off my inhumane size.
Feel free to contribute to new clothes to grow out of and post the videos of me flexing out of them here
