Emergency Model

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"Excuse me, what's your shoe size?"

Bewildered I looked around to find the man who asked the random question, like out of that old episode of Monty Python. Off to the side, almost behind me, was a thirty-ish man in polo shirt, jeans, and glasses with plastic rims that looked purposefully selected to make him look like a film director or architect. He looked unsure or stressed. "Eight, eight and a half. Who's asking?"

Immediately he brightened up. "Hello. I'm Ben Atkinson, " he said and extended his hand. "We're making a photo shoot of the supplemental collection of sporting clothes," he continued without waiting for me to shake it. "It's all for the online shop, so simple stuff. White background, a few poses." Tentatively I shook his hand. "Pretty fast rotation of models. Unfortunately one of them has called in sick. You have the right look, but more importantly the right build and size."

"Uhum," I answered, sensing where this was going. It was a Saturday morning, and I was on my way to meet up with some friends at Wayland's Deli.

"This is quite sudden, but we are on a tight deadline. If you're willing to model for us I'll give you twice the normal rate."

"Ok," I said, not waiting to hear what the normal rate was. I'm sure Stuart would not stop giving me grief about it for the rest of the year, but I would technically be a photo model which wouldn't be a negative in Sarah's eyes. Turned out that it would also be double my monthly earnings as well, so maybe I could shut Stuart up as well.

We entered the building, which apparently was an office space that had been taken over for the day for the shoot. There were racks of clothes everywhere, lots of people with iPads tracking what item was where, who should wear it, and in what conference room they should shoot it. It was bustling with activity. After some exchange of information with Ben, and signing papers, I was handed over to a conference room turned makeup and styling studio. Most of the furniture was stacked in one corner and the floor was covered by transparent plastic that had been rolled out. To one side was a table with lots of makeup tools and bottles and stuff I wouldn't know how to use, except maybe the hand mirror and the scissors, and even that I'm not confident with. A pair of strong LED lamps on stands lit a chair placed at the center of the plastic.

"I'm Julia, pleased to meet you. So you are the last one," said the stylist, carefully surveying me and in particular my face and hair. "We're short on time, so we have to work quickly. Are you ok with a buzz cut and tight fade?" Not what I would have chosen, but it's starting to get warm outside and it's only hair. I'd be back to my current length after the summer. "Sure."

She seated me in the chair and began the work with a corded trimmer, and soon a flurry of detail work with smaller trimmers and some of her tools from the table. Probably took her about ten minutes for the haircut. Then some time with a straight razor blade and a tweezer to pluck and shave all over my face and then arms. I told her that this was all new to me, having literally just been picked from the street. She reassured me that there wasn't much to it. Just be no-nonsense about it. Take whatever the stylist decides, change clothes quickly, do the poses the photographer asks for, and repeat.

"All done," she said and handed me the hand mirror as if I had any say in this. I looked so different than just moments before. The hair was shorter than I've ever had it, with a razor sharp fringe line. The fade on the sides was basically just an inch tall from the head and down the temple, then skin tight down, and presumably the same around the back of the head as well. The total amount of hair I was left with could fit a shot glass. "If you go down the corridor to the break room there is a shower in the bathroom there. Ask Andy outside to let you in. Take a quick rinse to get rid of stray hairs, change into these, put your stuff in one of the plastic boxes there, and come back to me for a final touch-up." She handed me a pair of white briefs and white socks. I hesitated a bit, and she was quick to jump ahead of my thoughts. "Everyone around here are used to see gorgeous bodies without clothes. Act as if it is normal, because to us it is. You can't be self-conscious. Oh, and Andy is the only one with a key, so your valuables are safe." Another boy showed up at the door saying he needed a new application. I told Julia thanks and went to look for Andy.

Andy unlocked the door to the office lunch room for me and I did as Julia had told me. I stripped naked and put everyting, clothes, wallet, phone, keys, shoes, into one of the plastic boxes, wrote my name on it with a whiteboard marker and placed it next to all the other boxes. Eight boxes in total. I went into the bathroom, took a 90 seconds shower, and dried myself off with one of the towels from the pile. I put on the briefs and socks, had Julia apply her things to me, and within ten minutes I was dressed in Nike shoes, joggers, and a fleece hoodie, being ordered by a photographer who didn't have time to introduce himself to look left, turn around, put my hands in my pockets, pull up the hood, sit down on the floor, and on and on. Then out change, and back with the next item.

It was going non-stop since they were behind on my stuff, so I had barely time to talk to anyone. There wasn't any proper lunch break either, just a protein bar together with two of the other models, Mark and Andrew. At first they thought it was funny that I had just been snatched off the street for the shoot, but when I told them how much more money I got they were like "fuck you, go back to work". Well the break was over anyway, so I don't know how serious they were.

It continued with item after item, until I realized I was the only model left. The others had taken off without saying goodbye, not that we had any relation. People were moving things out of the office, and when I asked about the hurry they said there was a firm deadline when they had to be out so the cleaning crew could put everything back to a working office again. I could feel the pressure as it was my item changes that held up everyone. I swapped into a pair of MRKNTN underwear that probably was like half a size too small but decided to just power through with the shoot. As soon as the last photo had been taken, they started to dismantle the light rigs. As I walked back to the lunch room I could see that most of the clothes racks were gone. The makeup room was back to looking like a conference room. I couldn't find Andy anywhere though, and the lunch room with my stuff was still locked. I wanted my stuff for sure, but more importantly I wanted to get out of the underwear that kept squeezing and chafing. I couldn't go more than 30 seconds without having my hands down the joggers to adjust them.

Ben wasn't anywhere to be seen either. I asked one of the remaining people and he said they had all left, working on getting all the stuff back and preparing the "delivery pipeline" for the photos. Probably Andy had checked off everyone from his list, and it was printed before I was recruited. "Just keep the clothes you have on and you can come back here Monday and pick up your stuff," Ben said.

Fuck.

No point in hanging around any longer. Everyone wanted to leave as soon as possible, so I just left and headed towards the bus stop. It was getting late and with no phone on me I couldn't call home and say what was going on.

Fuck.

I didn't have anything to pay the bus fare with. I could perhaps go back to the office building and see if I could catch anyone exiting, use their phone, and call for someone to pick me up. But there was no telling if and when I would get hold of anyone. Just walking back there would make me miss the next bus, so that would set me back at least an hour. I could just as well ask someone else to use their phone. Or perhaps ask them to cover the bus fare.

That's when I saw them, a little bit further down the street, past the bus stop. Six boys huddled at the corner, talking and messing around as if no one else was around. One had a bike. All of them dressed in the kind of clothes I had spent all day modeling in, track suits, hoodies, trainers. All of them were smoking. I figured I'd have as good a chance with them as with anyone else now, looking the way I looked.

As I was getting closer one of them alerted the others and they had some kind of conversation about me. "Hello, excuse me. Could I borrow money for the bus fare from any of you?" There was a second of silence before a mixed snicker erupted, and one of them answered "No, bruv. I don't think so."

I don't know why, but for some reason I was mortified by how I had been dismissed. I could feel my face turning red, so I quickly turned away from them to make my way back to the bus stop, without any plan of what to do next.

"Oi, bruv!" I heard from behind me. Looking back at them I could see three boys had gotten up and were heading my way. "Callum's grafting down at the barber's for some extra quid and need someone to practice on. What if he can do some practice while we cover the fare and take you home safely? Fair, innit?"

"I barely have any hair," I said and let my hand touch my fresh skin fade, almost shocking myself with how radically different it felt.

"Won't be much of a nick then, bruv."

He was right. There wasn't much he could ruin. I had only a few millimeters of hair so in the worst case scenario I could shave completely and it would be back within the week.

"Good lad. A deal innit."

"Yes," I said, unsure if it was expected. The guy who had spoken and Callum flanked me while the third lad walked behind me, enveloping me with the scent of smoke and body spray. After a silent moment the guy spoke again, introducing himself as Iwan and the third guy as Rob, and asked where I lived. I gave him the bus stop, Hillside Garden North, about 18 minutes ride. Would have been busy during the week, but at weekends there wouldn't be many on the bus.

We didn't have to wait long for the bus to arrive, but instead of entering by the driver they all bunched up again with me in the middle and entered through the exit doors as a single unit. Then they quickly moved to the back of the bus and pushed me into a seat next to Callum, facing Iwan and Rob in the furthest back seat. I half expected the driver to say something over the speakers, but there was barely a delay, if any, before the bus was moving as if nothing was out of the ordinary. I looked at Iwan with perhaps a bit of surprise and he just shrugged as if to say "what did you expect? That the driver would confront us?"

Then he nodded at Callum next to me, backpack in his lap, who answered "Aye" and got up. He placed the bag on the seat and positioned himself right in front of me, one leg on either side of mine, his knees hitting the edge of the seat, and his left hand grabbing the rail behind me. It felt both imposing and intimate. He opened the backpack and rummaged around with his right hand until he found a small trimmer in a zip-lock bag.

He opened it with both hands and threw the plastic bag into the backpack. Then he looked out and waited for the bus to drive on straight and even road before he turned the trimmer on. Then slowly he moved it in an arched line from my temple and along the side of my head until he reached the neck. Then he studied for a few seconds before he made a few additional buzzes along the same line.

"Not bad, innit?" he said while shifting his body so Iwan and Rob could see. "Fucking mint, mate," Iwan answered.

Then he turned on the trimmer again and unexpectedly extended the line by buzzing my eyebrow for a few seconds. I hadn't even considered my eyebrows. Callum reached into his backpack again to put the trimmer in the zip-lock, but without moving his feet so his body pressed even closer to me. While I couldn't see much, I could certainly feel his body spray filling my nostrils while I felt my eyebrows with my fingers. I guess there would be a lot to explain to mother anyway, so this would just be yet another detail.

I could just see it for a fraction of a second. It looked like a small glue gun in off-white plastic. Then before I could realize what it was it was pressed against my ear, it made a snapping sound, and I felt a sharp pain. "What the!" I said, more in surprise than pain.

"18G piercing. Hurts more, heals slower, but much better," Callum offered, as if it was the type of piercing that was in question, not that he had done it at all. He reloaded the piercing gun and I struggled with what to do. Just take it like the first one? Why should I? But then one piercing was the real threshold. Once you pass that, two is if anything better than one. This would soon be over anyway.

He was just as quick with the second one as the first one. "These need to stay in 30 days, you hear me?" he said, still standing essentially on top of me. "Yes, I understand," I understand, I said with a sinking feeling of all the implications. He put the gun back into the bag and went searching for something again. Finally he pulled out some sort of pliers, then held my earlobe with one hand while doing something with the pliers with the other. "Making sure they don't fall off," he explained before sitting down again on his seat. I could see Iwan and Rob again, and booth looked pleased. Iwan looked absolutely chuffed. "Fucking proper, innit" he said and pat me hard on the shoulder. "Fucking proper."

After than Iwan opened up and started to ask me all kinds of questions, starting with my name, which I realized I hadn't given him when he presented everyone. I was soon giving the highlights of the day as a photo model until we arrived my stop. To my surprise everyone got off with me. "Said we would take you home safe." We continued to chat all the way home and it turned out me Iwan and Rob had the same taste in electronic music while Callum was more of a rock guy.

"Ok, this is my stop," I said once we reached my house. "Meet us Monday, same time and place," Iwan said. "What?" "You owe us £2 for the bus, bruv." "But..." "You going back on our deal?" "No, I'll come by." "And wear the same clothes. Underwear too." "No! I have classes." "You'll figure it out, bruv." Callum opened his backpack again and tossed something to Iwan. "And use this," he said and handed over a can of Lynx Jungle body spray. "What if I don't? What if I don't do any of that?" "Where you live isn't a secret, innit? See you Monday, bruv."

Selection Day

“Mr. Wagner, this is an impressive application.” The man mused, “Graduated college last year with a 4.0 GPA in biology. I see you completed prep courses to become a physician.”

James Wagner nodded, “That would be ideal.”

His father promised he’d have nothing to worry about on Selection Day, which occurred during the month of one’s 23rd birthday. Judges reviewed your file: extracurriculars, criminal record, education, etc., to determine the perfect career for you- and give you all the tools to succeed.

“I see here your father is Senator Wagner and your mother is Dr. Wagner, both distinguished in their fields. Quite a tough election year though.”

“Dad isn’t too worried though. His campaign manager says he has a plan.” James leaned back in his chair, “Already planning the victory party.”

“You should celebrate too. I think you’ll be perf...” The judge’s phone rang, cutting him off, “Excuse me Mr. Wagner, I have to take this.”

The judge left James to himself. The young man sighed in relief, despite some growing anticipation. When his brother went through the process, they didn’t change too much. They enhanced his attractive features and gave him a greater sense of ambition- all fitting for his career in finance. But he was still his brother. James hoped for something similar. He knew his application would let him select from “tier A models” so he was feeling good. And afterwards, he and his dad would go golfing and get dinner down at the country club to celebrate.

“Mr. Wagner, come with me” The judge said as he returned to the room.

James nodded, “Uh by the way, I was hoping to go with a Tier A physician model...”

“No worries James, just follow me please.”

James followed closely entering a room filled with various pods. A knot formed in his stomach. This is where it would happen. He gulped and watched as the judge walked towards a pod and pressed some buttons. This was it. Calmly, James undid his button shirt, revealing his lean and tanned body. Years of track and caddying on the golf course gave him a nice tan and lean physique. As he finished undressing, his attention shifted to the pod as it whirred to life and opened.

“Here it goes.” He whispered.

The young man stepped into the pod and watched the door shut. A small window allowed him to see the outside world and he nodded at the judge, who frowned in return. And then it started. The mechanical hands that lay dormant suddenly came to life, scanning James’s body.

“Applicant: James Wagner.” A soothing mechanical voice stated, before rattling off demographics that James simply tuned out, “Model: Gym Staff, Front Desk, Tier D.”

“Wait what?” James called out, “Hey! I think somethings wrong.” He tried to convey, “That’s not...”

He barely had a moment to speak as a metallic substance wrapped around his legs. He cried out as it burned his skin. And slowly, his legs began to expand, filling with raw muscle. His slender calves popped with muscle, while his 10.5 inch feet expanded to size 13. He held back tears as his thighs expanded with firm muscle. And then, his lower extremities were freed.

“Holy fuck!” He shouted, as he wriggled his new toes, “Please, I think there’s been some kind of mistake!” The judge wasn’t paying attention anymore, just talking to someone on the phone.

Before he could continue, a saddle emerged from underneath him and wrapped around his ass and cock. A gentle warmth encompassed them, causing James to shudder. But as he focused on the sensation, more of the substance covered his chest and torso. Similar to his legs, he felt an intense warming sensation. And as the warmth intensified, he felt himself growing. He watched as a strong core and bounceable pecs formed from his once lean physique and groaned as his torso stretched, adding height. But it wasn’t just height. He was becoming wider as his back expanded with muscle. When the mold finally released him, he was left with a physique he could only dream of obtaining naturally. But this wasn’t what he wanted. He didn’t want to be a hulking beast of a man.

“You need to...” James started to cough as a green haze entered the pod, “What... fuck... bro please...” He kept coughing, barely noticing his use of the word “bro” and his deepening voice, “Dude, this ain’t cool!”

He watched as his arms were encased. Biceps and triceps exploded from his lean arms, while his forearms grew with muscle. When his arms were released, he could gawk at them in awe.

“Dude, check it out, my guns are lookin' massive!” James’s eyes widened, “Dude, why do I sound all weird? Not stoked about it, man!” Try as he might, he couldn’t control the new bro lingo that left his mouth.

And before he could say another word, a mask wrapped around his face and neck. He cried as his face was remodeled. Simultaneously, personal details were added to his physique. Tattoos of some meaning to James were carved into his body. Meanwhile, he was sprayed with a different solution that caused hair to sprout from his abdomen and chest, eventually thickening and forming a dense treasure trail. His arms and legs were not spared, nor were his ass or dick. And with a mechanical screech, the mask finally left his face. His new eyes were dark, topped by thick dark eyebrows. His light brown hair replaced with darker brown. His clean shaven face now adorned with stubble. And his angular face just a bit rounder, with a pair of thick lips. The young man felt his new face and rubbed a hand across his hairy pecs.

“Seriously, dude? No way!” He grumbled, ““Dude, I'm not a bro, change me back, seriously!” James felt tears well up in his eyes. This wasn’t him, he didn’t sound like this. He still had his intelligence, but no one would take him seriously.

But his thoughts were interrupted as the his privates were freed. James’s eyes widened. His dick was never that big, nor did he have foreskin before. He watched in awe as it started expanding and he wrapped his hand around it.

“Whoa, bro, check out the size of that thing!” He started pumping his new cock, “Bro, this is epic! It feels so damn good!” A new mist filled the pod as he continued to jerk off, causing James to scrunch his nose, “Dude, it totally reeks in here, like a locker room or something.” From this point on, that smell would stick to him. He’d always smell like a dirty locker room.

However this did little to deter him as he jerked off. And as he did so, he felt a quick jab in his arm as the contents of a syringe were dumped into him.

“Dude, my head's all fuzzy right now, it's weird.” He moaned as his IQ plummeted and new knowledge filled his brain, “Heh, check this out, dude.” He moaned as he bounced his pecs, “Dude, wait, my brain's acting up. I'm, like, still smart, yeah?” James tried to remember facts that he once memorized but found nothing. His golf skills replaced by workout routines, his adherence to social norms evaporating, and his desire to present himself well replaced with a need to wear tank tops and gym shorts, “Whatever, bro, it doesn't matter. I've got this, and that's what counts.” He winked at his dick and continued to jerk himself off, moving his hand faster and faster, “Fuck yeah, dude!” He moaned as he came, covering himself in cum and falling to the ground. And there he sat, totally spent until the door to the pod opened.

“Hey James,” James looked up and grinned.

"Yo, what's up, campaign manager bro?"

The older man smiled and turned to the judge, “Very good job, James here is perfect. No one will think Selection Day is rigged if even Senator Wagner’s son isn’t safe.”

“Nah, bro, it's Jim, not James.” Jim chuckled, “Like ‘gym’, get it bro?”

“Here Jim, get cleaned up.” The judge said, throwing the man a towel.

After wiping the cum from his hairy abdomen and chest, he got dressed in a tank top and gym shorts. And as he walked through the building, he barely cared at the glances of disgust and the people holding their noses. Nor did he care for the judgmental stares as he scratched his balls and pits, completely oblivious to social norms. When he finally got outside, he smiled when he saw his father’s limo. He quickly walked over and jumped in with a grin.

“Who are you?” His father asked, scrunching his nose.

Jim grinned and pulled his dad in for a hug, “Yo, dad, it's me, Jim. What's good?"

Several months had passed since then and much changed for Jim. His father quickly disowned him, believing that James hadn’t been honest with the family if this was the outcome of Selection Day. Besides, appealing outcomes was a lengthy process and for Jim’s dad, there could be great political repercussions given his support for the process. So Jim would remain. His life on the golf course and dining in the country club just a memory.

But Jim didn’t mind as he entered his small studio apartment and tossed his gym bag to the ground. He walked over to the dirty mattress in the middle of his room and plopped down, scratching his pits and flipping through his phone.

“Bro, check it out! Dad crushed the election, fuck yeah!” He cheered with a grin. His grin only widened as he read the text from the cute blond guy from the gym.

Even if he couldn’t celebrate with his family that night, Jim was going to celebrate. And as he texted the guy his address, he could feel the monster in his pants start to grow.

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jockbroski34

9 months ago

The process of broification comes with many changes, many of which can and will surprise you once you go through the transformation yourself.

For me, all I had to do was join a gym. I had no intention of "becoming a bro" when I did. I just wanted to improve my mental health and wanted to look nice--and for the first several months that was my mindset--until something began to change in me.

The transformation can look different for everyone, but it can also have a lot of similarities. I can only speak for myself, but here are the changes I've noticed:

Feeling more confident: I noticed myself just not caring about negative opinions of me. While I try to always be nice to the people I interact with, I'm less willing to put up with bullshit and more willing to speak my mind. Boundaries will be set. Even the way I walk feels more naturally confident.

Feeling more masculine: That kinda goes with the previous item, but I also feel more confident as a man. I love my body, I love testosterone, I love having a penis, I love being a man.

Increased libido: I'm horny more often, especially with that pump of testosterone I get after a good gym session. I make a point of giving my cock the love it deserves.

Becoming more sexually dominant: While I've always felt like I had a dormant "dom side", I was always more of a vanilla kinda guy; but since I began going to the gym and embracing my masculinity, it's like that "dom side" finally woke up. And you can bet I'm going to have my fun ;)

New taste in clothes: I'm much more attracted to gym clothes, sports clothes, and clothes that show more skin, both in myself and in other people. I prefer short shorts and gym shorts, cut-off shirts, loose fit tank tops with drop armholes, basketball jerseys, sweatpants with no shirt on, among other things.

Sudden interest in sports: I was never a sports guy, but I grew a sudden interest and watching weightlifting and powerlifting competitions as an extension of my interest in fitness. That somehow led me to get curious about other sports too, like football (NFL). The funny thing is that this was a natural thing for me. At no point did I force myself to get into sports. It just happened.

Interest in meeting other bros: I began craving more brotherhood. I already had regular friends before, but I grew a sudden interest in befriending other bro types, both as people to get inspiration from as well as the fact that I now shared interests with them. I like to say that masculinity needs masculinity and that's what I felt. There's nothing like the bond between bros. You start craving people who are like you and match your bro vibes.

Changes in the way I talk: This one was more of a lowkey change, but I noticed myself become more slangy, saying things like "dude" and "bro" much more often, and even cussing a bit more (but like in a chill kind of way).

Change in personality: While I was always a chill and down to earth guy, I noticed the transformation put a layer of cockiness and upbeatness on top of my personality. There's a kind of "let's fucking go" energy about me.

Craving the gym: And of course, the gym. The more you go, the more you want it. Working out has become more than something I did just because I wanted to better my mental health or look nice. It's something I can't see myself without anymore. The gym has become my second home, because it's where I feel my best self.

I'm sure there are other changes too, but these were the ones that stood out to me the most. If you're on your journey of becoming a bro, keep at it. Keep showing up to the gym and let your mind be absorbed by it. Let it transform you. You got this, bro.

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jockbroski34

3 months ago

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jockbroski34

1 year ago

The new kid

(Requested by fuckinhornyg)

“Give me your fucking lunch money” said Jason

“Ok here, here you go…” Said Scott

“Thanks nerd”

“Please let me go… now please”

“There you go, now fuck off”

Scott ran off teary eyed. Jason walked off with his bro’s Mike and Liam. All three of them where high school bully jocks. Big football boys, nicely styled hair all though you didn’t see that much due to them wearing backward caps. They stood pridefully above the rest of the kids in their shadow. They went over to their lockers and chatted.

“What we doing today bros” said Jason

“Well I got fucking Science shit this morning, but its ok as I got some fucking nerd to do all the work, after that I got a whole afternoon and evening with Coach” said Mike

“That’s fucking ace bro” replied Liam

“I got similar except I’m leaving practice early, I’m going to go break up with Haley later” Said Liam

“Why?”

“She’s a hoe”

“Yeah just do it by text then bro, then you can still play”

“Good idea”

“What about you Jason?”

“I got free session this morning then I got the afternoon with…” Jason stopped abruptly

Out of the corner of his eye 3 new guys walked in down the corridor. They were all quite nerdy but they had some height to them. They seemed quiet and shy.

“Ah the new kids bro” said Liam also looking at them

“They came here apparently because they got bullied a lot, they chose to do math’s and science shit so maybe we can use em” said Mike

Jason continued to look at them, mostly the one in the middle. Something about him kept him intrigued.

“Jason bro” Liam said bringing back Jason

“Soz bro, I think our new friends are gonna need to be shown who’s boss”

“Okay see you later bro”

Jason followed them to math’s class. Jason didn’t get math’s but he had some nerd in class who did all the shit for him. Jason sat down in his spot.

“Hey… man I gave you your money and I’m doing your math’s for you. Do you need to be here in class to do stuff?” said Scott fearfully

“Don’t worry I’m not here for you”

Scott had a feeling of relief hit him all over.

“Ok Class we have some new guys into day. This Tyler, Zack and Connor”

Jason looked at them intently. They were all pretty similar, spotty faces, underdeveloped muscles, poor hair styles and no style in clothing. Only thing that split them apart was their hair color. Tyler had a nice light brown, Zach had blonde hair and Connor was dark brown/black. Yet despite all this something about Tyler intrigued Jason. During class time Jason looked over at Tyler. For some reason Jason felt good looking at him, he started thinking how cool it would be if he was a jock as well. Tyler wasn’t as nerdy as Jason had thought, he kept answering questions wrong. Every time he failed a question Jason felt a good feeling build up inside him. Jason then realized Tyler isn’t a nerd, and he isn’t a jock. He doesn’t fit in anywhere.

Jason followed and watched Tyler for a whole week. He watched as he failed at classes, got bullied by nerds and other students, however Jason commanded his fellow bros to leave him. When Coach asked Tyler to do tryouts for football, Liam and Mike did what they could to help him. Jason watched as Scott and other nerds tried to pull him and his friends into nerd life. Jason knew now that they would have to fail, because Jason didn’t want them to be nerds, he wanted them to become jocks like him.

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The bell rang and Jason followed Tyler out the class room.

“Hey Tyler” said Jason awkwardly

Tyler turned around and saw the hulking jock. He began to be scared thinking he would bully him.

“Oh hi” he said quietly

“I was wondering if you wanted to come and try out for football”

Tyler was now confused but he went along with Jason out of fear

“Ok sure” he said slowly

“Great bro, wanna come with me now to the locker room.”

“I have math’s next”

“Won’t matter if you fail another load of questions will it”

“I suppose not” Tyler felt sad at that, which upset Jason

“I’m sure you will be great at football”

The two walked down the corridor to the changing room which they entered. Tyler sat down and got undressed until he was only in underwear.

“umm I don’t have any uniform or shoes”

“nah don’t worry you can have my stuff” Said Jason as he took off his clothes. He threw his jock strap at Tyler’s feet

“Well put it on bro” he said with a grin on his face

Out of fear Tyler hesitantly took off his underwear in full view of Jason, he put on the jockstrap which felt weird. A desire to stay put and not move fell over him. Jason got up and took off his shoes.

“Oh god what’s this odd feeling, Like I don’t want to get up”

“yeah don’t worry about that bro, just breathe in” Jason held his shoe up and then quickly put it over Tyler’s mouth. Tyler tried to hold his breathe, but he failed and breathed in Jason’s Ranke musk from his shoe. As he did, he began to get light headed. His dick started getting hard and he began enjoying the musk. He put his hands over the shoe and Jason let go. Tyler looked down his vision blurry but he could see his feet growing, becoming bigger and slightly hairier. His legs began getting longer and thicker. He felt himself growing taller. His dick getting harder. He took one hand off the shoe to grab it but before he could Jason put it back on the shoe.

“Don’t worry about this bro, you focus on breathing in” Jason said before putting Tyler’s now 10-inch dick in his mouth.

Jason looked up at Tyler who was in bliss, holding a shoe to his face and breathing in all the musky goodness. Tyler’s thin belly grew out become buff and strong, a 6-pack started forming and then further up two massive pecs exploded out dominating his upper chest. His arms lengthened out and thickened. His hands grew over the shoe becoming big. His face started becoming smoother and more defined. the spots all melted away back into his clean face. His hair became shorter and spikier. Tyler now had a jock bod and Jason was extremely proud but for him to truly fit in he needed to become a jock mentally.

Tyler felt his head get lighter as memories and knowledge were all drained out and forced into his dick. They were replaced by memories of being a jock and star football player. He had average grades throughout his school life and needed to bully nerds to get it higher. He was also overly horny and fucked his bro Jason a lot. Once all his brains and memories went into his dick, it exploded all in Jason’s mouth. Jason took his mouth away and stood up. He looked over his new studly creation with pride.

“How do you feel bro”

“So good bro, Like I need to fuck, and also make more bro’s”

“Yeah bro that’s how I feel every day. The desire to turn even the most pathetic nerds into the best jocks is great. I can solve your horniness now though, bro" Jason stepped to Tyler and began making out with him. Their buff bodies rubbing together caused them to feel pleasure. They began to start fucking there and then. Once they finished and got dressed, they began making out again, however Zach and Connor walked in. They didn’t see the jocks at first, but when they turned, they saw them making out.

“Oh god Tyler what happened to you” Said Connor

“What did you do to our friend” Said Zach Angrily

“I made him more… more like me. But don’t worry bro’s there’s plenty for all” Said Jason in a cocky tone, an evil grin came over his face. Zach and Connor were shocked and confused at hearing this, but before they tried to go Tyler and Jason pounced on them throwing them to the floor and forcing the shoes over their mouth’s, beginning their jockification process. Zach and Connor breathed in the musky smell and began to feel the pleasure Tyler felt moments ago. Again, their bodies grew becoming taller, leaner and bigger. Abs started showing and becoming visible, two pecs exploded out dominating their upper body. Their faces changed becoming sharper, spots melted away, their hair shortened into jock cuts. Their pleasure was immense. Tyler and Jason knew that they didn’t need to continue holding the shoes over them. They let go and Zach and Connor held them tightly to their faces while they changed mentally. Their desire to be nerdy and top of every class but sports faded, instead they desired the perfect bods, to be the best at football, to turn nerds into jocks and to fuck all the hot babes. They began visualizing all the hot babes and boobs they could think of but they started having images flash in their heads. They didn’t know at first but they were images of hot dudes and each other. They started thinking about how hot guys were, big dicks and each other, eventually forgetting women completely. As Zach and Connor put their hands on their dicks, Jason knew they would become perfect dumb jocks. Eventually Zach and Connor’s dicks erupted and they got up looking over their new jock bods. Their eyes found each other’s and they fucked. Eventually once they stopped changing, they got up and greeted each other with ‘bro’. Tyler and Jason fucked each other and Zach and Connor fucked each other before they all fucked together. Once done they discussed working out and football. They then got dressed for football.

However, while their transformations happened, they were secretly being eavesdropped by Scott who was currently cowering in the shower. Once he thought it was ok to go, he quickly made a run for it keeping his head down. But as he made his fourth step, he bumped into something. He looked up and there was Jason looking down at him.

“Where do you think you’re going bro?”

“there’s been a mistake I shouldn’t be here. I was just looking for something to help do your homework”

“Oh, don’t worry I will get someone else to do that, for now I need to satisfy my urge”

“What urge is that?”

“The urge to turn you into a jock”

“No please I don’t want to be a jock, I like my intelligence. Please don’t take that from me… I beg you don’t.”

“It’s so great when you do” Said Tyler coming from the side

“yeah, join us Scott” Said Zach and Connor. Slowly cornering Scott back into the shower.

“Join us, bro” They all said in unison, repeating over and over until Scotts back touched the wall. Then he looked behind him frightened and looked back Jason.

“Please I don’t want to be gay as well”

“Why bro? What’s wrong with that? I think it’s time you got used to being a jock”

Jason leapt at Scott shoving the shoe over his mouth. Again, Scott turned bit by bit into a jock. His body buffed up. Slowly turning into a perfect jock bod. Then he began rubbing his dick, with each rub more of his knowledge and heterosexuality was forced into his balls. When it exploded, a dumb grin came over him and he was forever now a dumb gay jock.

The boys left for a life of bullying nerds, football and fucking. Jason and Tyler were boyfriends but let others in on threesomes. Life was better for them.

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jockbroski34

1 year ago

I found this jockifier machine in the mail today and accidentally used it on my friend. How do I revert it?

Well, I’m not sure why you’d want to revert it, but…

Hold on, whose name was on the package? Your brother, I see…Well, unfortunately, I can’t share the documentation with anyone who didn’t actually order the device. What exactly happened to your friend?

Okay, so you two were playing Pokemon together when you fiddled with the device and it shot a beam at him. He immediately groaned, his voice deepening and becoming more resonant as his neck grew. His band shirt adapted to his growing muscles, becoming a tank top with “USA” on it while his headset turned into a backwards cap. Now he’s manspreading on the sofa next to you, his fat jock cock sticking out of his shorts as he sips beer from his red Solo cup and talks about baseball. Is that correct?

It sounds like your brother’s Jockifier is set to Maximum, if it turned a gamer nerd into an all-American frat jock that fast. I suggest being very careful with it and keeping it out of your friend’s hands until your brother can input his key code to change the device’s settings. What’s that? Your friend just picked it up?

No more problem? Okay, bro, I hear you. Yeah, dude, I’m sure your aviators are sexy as fuck. How about you and your bro go and explore each other’s hot muscle bods and wait for your brother to get home? I’m sure he’ll appreciate getting a shot with the Jockifier, too.

I Found This Jockifier Machine In The Mail Today And Accidentally Used It On My Friend. How Do I Revert

If this got you horny, consider putting some spare change in my Ko-fi cup so I can write even more hot stories.

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jockbroski34

1 year ago

Bruhhh

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jockbroski34

1 year ago

Declan Rice 🔥

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jockbroski34

1 year ago

SUNS OUT GUNS OUT amirite brah?

Keep starin… u aint gonna b happy until u got guns like mine brah. U know its true, the gym is the place for u. Keep starin until thats true, brah. I know whats best for u, ya know that. Ill take care of u. Well be musclebros. Best thing in the world too be aint it? Nothin else matters but the lift n the burn…. Fuck yea bro, ur gonna b awsum, I know it.

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jockbroski34

1 year ago

Happy Hour

[with extra special thanks to @jhontfs for helping me find the best possible resolution for the final image]

Jared (right) was so happy to have found Michael (left). Both of them hated the gay scene. Too much drinking. So much sluttiness. Nobody was interested in being cultured or productive. Jared was proud of how driven he and Michael were. How else could Jared have become a Senior VP of Sales at age 28 (at his dad’s company)? And how else could Michael have risen through the ranks to become lead accountant at age 27 (at a subsidiary of Jared’s dad's company)?

Needless to say, they could afford to spend their anniversary dinner somewhere other than Buffalo Wild Wings. But they came back every year because it was where they first met, doing summer jobs so they could hustle and save up money for when they went to Ivy League colleges. They liked to return to where they met, dressed in their Brooks Brothers best, to remind themselves of how far they had come. It was fun!

Well, usually it was fun. This year they could barely hear their conversation about which opera they should buy season tickets to. A group of frat boys was getting rowdy over at the bar, excited over some sports game or other. As the couple watched, glaring, one of the drunk dudes - a brunette guy with a backwards white baseball cap from which greasy brunette sideburns were spilling - was chanting “GO! GO! GO!” at the top of his lungs. He threw his hands in the air, accidentally slopping half his beer all over himself and the counter. While the others whooped loudly, he stripped off his top, revealing his shelflike pecs and broad shoulders, using his sopping wet shirt to mop up the rest of the spill.

Jared rolled his eyes. “What a disgrace. They should be kicked out. If I was still the manager here, I'd already be on the phone with the police.”

Michael glowered over at the boisterous group. "I don't mind if they want to hang out and watch the game. But it's like we don't even exist to them. They only care about themselves, and not how they’re affecting everyone else in the room.”

Jared crossed his arms. “Because they don’t realize other people have lives. To them, nothing matters more than sports, beer, and meaningless hookups. So they don’t think they’re interrupting anything by acting like drunken apes. And nobody else seems to mind! It’s straight privilege.”

Michael furrowed his brow. “I actually think they might be from a gay frat. That one guy looks very comfortable in that other guy’s lap.”

"Even worse,” grunted Jared. “It's bad enough that so many gays waste their lives on party drugs and meaningless hookups. Why add all the sports and rowdiness on top of that? What a miserable waste of a life. Why bother being a drunken lout when you can actually contribute to society in a meaningful way?”

“If I knew, I’d tell you,” Michael grumbled, stabbing at his salad with his plastic fork.

Vowing to ignore the frat boys and carry on with their dinner, the couple picked up their conversation, deciding to look over the opera schedules for a third time and pick whichever theater was doing the most Philip Glass performances.

Jared was about to move the subject along to his favorite topic, work, when Michael fell ominously silent, his eyes locked on something behind Jared’s head.

Jared turned to see the shirtless frat boy they’d noticed earlier, stumbling in their direction and looking like he was going to throw up. Jared tucked his feet in closer to the table. No way was he going to get vomit on his loafers on his anniversary, for Pete’s sake.

Thankfully, the dude didn’t throw up. However, what he did instead was even worse. As he walked past, he stumbled, slammed his beer stein down on their table (knocking the gift-wrapped Rolex that Jared was planning to give Michael onto the floor in the process), and fell right into Michael’s lap. The guy reeked of beer. Jared wrinkled his nose. Michael just stared at the man in his lap, wide-eyed, seemingly in shock.

The frat boy took a beat to consider the situation he found himself in. He looked Michael up and down, blinked slowly, twice, then wrapped his arms around him and gave him a wet sloppy kiss, shoving his tongue halfway down Michael’s throat.

“Excuse me, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” asked Jared. The frat dude pulled away and gave him a quizzical look.

“Yeah, what are you doing, man?” said Michael. But his tone was slightly slurred and vague, as if he’d gotten secondhand drunk from the sheer amount of beer on the other man’s tongue. His eyes were still wide and glassy.

The frat boy didn’t answer. He just locked lips with Michael again. And this time, Michael kissed back. Jared could see his boyfriend’s tongue darting tentatively into the frat dude’s mouth. He was so scandalized he couldn’t speak. No words came to him, which was a first.

The frat dude grabbed Michael’s face and Michael wrapped his arms around his broad back, his kneading hands leaving fading white impressions on the frat boy’s impressive traps. When the frat boy pulled away again and removed his hands, Jared saw he’d left a brown blotch of something on Michael’s cheeks, which was smeared around the bottom of his chin. Was that… barbecue sauce?

Jared looked closer, disgusted and confused, but noticed it wasn’t sauce. It was dry. It was… stubble. But Michael never even needed to shave, he had always been perfectly smooth… Jared watched in horrified fascination as the stubble seemed to pulse, greasy brown hairs wriggling out of their follicles, becoming longer and longer until they formed a dense line like a brunette shadow along the bottom of his boyfriend’s jaw. The hair carpeted his face like moss, totally wrecking the neat, preppy visage he otherwise displayed to the world and clashing horribly with his darker, slicked-back hair.

The frat dude paused his makeout session to lick along the trail of thick hairs, his tongue rustling against them, causing Michael to moan. Jared had heard his boyfriend moan before. Countless times. But this time, Michael’s voice sounded deeper. It reverberated in Jared’s head, causing him to lose focus for a second.

When his vision clicked back into place, he saw Michael’s hair also doing something that should have been impossible. Like a time-lapse video, the neat cut had begun to sprout, hairs breaking free from their slicked-back prison and flying out in every direction. His corporate undercut was slowly subsumed as the hairs on the back and sides of his head surged outward like an untended lawn filling with weeds.

The frat boy ran a hand through Michael’s lengthening hair as they kept kissing like a pair of wrestling pythons, leaving the hair greasier and messier than it had been before. It looked matted with sweat, like he’d just run a mile. Suddenly, as if they had flopped down from being strapped on either side of his head, two fluffy, greasy sideburns fell past Michael’s ears, connecting his chinstrap - and that’s what it was, Jared realized; a full, douchey-as-hell chinstrap beard - to the rest of his unkempt ‘do. As soon the connection was made, the dark color leached out of the rest of Michael’s head, leaving him with a tangled mop of brunette hair.

Seeing his boyfriend’s neatly styled hair dissolve into chaos in front of him was too much for Jared to take. The thing he loved most about Michael was how much he cared about his appearance. Neither of them could abide untidiness, but now his boyfriend looked like he’d been living in a cave for months. He made a move to grab Michael’s arm so he could drag his boyfriend away from whatever was happening, but he paused when he heard Michael speak in a rumbling bass, the words slurred and dull.

“Fuck, dude, you’re so fucking hot.”

Suddenly Michael’s arm was moved out of grabbing range as it vanished beneath the table, seemingly rubbing the frat boy’s growing bulge. OK, that did it. Whether it was the out-of-character cursing or the outright disrespect that did it, Jared’s haze of confusion cleared and he stood up.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Michael?” he spat.

Michael ignored him. With his left hand, he flicked the frat boy’s nipple, making it harden and pop against his bulging pec. Jared walked around the table and grabbed Michael’s shoulder, trying to shake him out of whatever stupor this frat boy had put him into. However, all that this accomplished was somehow ripping Michael’s expensive button-down shirt down the middle. Michael’s skinny, pale frame was exposed, rippling with exertion. Wait, no. Not exertion. It was just… rippling.

As Jared watched, six abs bubbled up from beneath his boyfriend’s stomach, clenching and unclenching as they grew and bulged, the force of their growing bulk eventually pushing against his navel until it seemed to burst, making a quiet popping sound as it flipped from an innie to an outie. The frat boy placed a finger at Michael’s belt line and ran it up toward Michael’s newfound abs, a trail of thick dark hairs rising up in its wake to form a masculine treasure trail, also brunette and slick with sweat.

Michael gasped and shuddered, pausing the kiss so he could take a deep breath. His chest slowly rose. And rose. And rose. His pecs ballooned into an enormous shelf, his soft nipples stretching to the limit until they too made a soft popping sound and turned into hard, dark knots at the end of what seemed to be two balloons inside his chest. His new pecs were too big for his position, crushed between him and the frat boy. He shifted slightly, removing his shirt completely and shaking out his shoulders, which spread like a pair of mighty wings, becoming an impossibly wide foundation to accommodate his newly giant pecs comfortably. He scratched at his rib cage, where a tattoo inked itself across the skin, bearing the Greek letters “delta rho chi.”

Jared realized he had just been standing there, gawping, for more than a minute. He couldn’t understand what he was seeing. This muscular, shirtless, horny guy who was still making out with a stranger looked nothing like his boyfriend.

His boyfriend, Michael, who was preppy and oh-so perfect for him.

But… there was nothing preppy about this man. Sure, he wasn’t wearing a shirt, but the button-down that Jared could vaguely remember seeing earlier was now a hockey jersey, rumpled and squished behind the horny duo’s writhing bodies. The smart slacks he thought Michael had worn were now distressed jeans that strained against muscular legs.

His boyfriend, Michael, who was an adorable nerd.

But… this guy certainly couldn’t be described as adorable. Jared examined Michael’s face, watching as his nose bent like it had been previously broken. The chinstrap, more than shaping his jawline, actually seemed to warp it before Jared’s eyes so it became straighter and broader. His neatly plucked eyebrows thickened, becoming vaguely simian and just as unkempt as the rest of his hair, also fading to a brunette color. His eyes were closed. Was it a trick of the light or were there bags forming beneath them? The skin around his eyes darkened and reddened, making him look like a hard-drinking raccoon after a week of sleepless nights.

His boyfriend who loved him. His boyfriend, whose name was… Whose name was what? Jared panicked, realizing that the man in front of him was so different from how he used to be that he was struggling to remember how he used to look and what he was called. Was it Mitchell? Michael? Oh, of course…

“Mike!” shouted Jared.

Mike broke his kiss with the frat dude with a sound like a plunger. He grunted, “‘Sup?”

“What’s going on, Mike? Why are you just making out with this idiot?” Jared asked. “What about us? What about our anniversary? The opera? Philip Glass?”

“Fill up glass?” Mike said, seemingly dazed. “Nah dude, I usually drain ‘em!” He chugged the rest of the beer from the stein that the frat boy had set on the table earlier. Giving a deep, boisterous chuckle and a burp, Mike picked up a blue baseball hat from the floor (which Jared could have sworn wasn’t there before), slammed it haphazardly over his greasy rat’s nest of hair, grabbed the frat boy by the hand and dragged him toward the bar, saying, “C’mon bro, let’s get another.”

As the newly minted frat bro walked away, Jared found the memories of his boyfriend fading more and more. He tried to remember the name again. It was on the tip of his tongue. He’d literally just said it. What was it? He tried to jog his memory. He was here at Buffalo Wild Wings because it was their anni-. Their- He was here because it was the closest place to his office and he needed to get some quick food while working overnight on this important report. Of course! How could he have forgotten? That deadline was looming. The stress of it must be the reason he felt so panicky, sweaty, and bereft. He dug into his messenger bag and pulled out his laptop.

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Mike was so happy he had found Eddy. Another bro just like him who loved to suck cock and didn’t mind inviting a third or a fourth into bed whenever the fuck they felt like it. Just a cool, chill dude, the kind he’d always dreamed of meeting when he got to college last year.

Speaking of… He turned to ask his boyfriend which Grindr hookup he wanted to invite over the frat house that night, but Eddy was distracted. He was looking over at some preppy-looking douchebag at a table a little way away from them. He had his laptop open, working on some sort of spreadsheet. He took frequent breaks from inputting data to glare over at Mike and his buddies.

Eddy bellowed over the racket their frat brothers were making. “Who the fuck brings work to Buffalo Wild Wings? What kind of loser life is that? Why bother pouring your entire soul into a career when you can just have fun and fuck around instead?”

“If I knew, I’d tell you,” Mike shouted as he pulled Eddy in for another sloppy, delicious, beer-soaked kiss.