CountryBoy729

Bro my head hurts, what was in that drink man? It's like I can feel my smarts points getting lower haha. What are smarts points? Like the thing that says how smart you are or whatever. Fuck man I don't know stop asking me dumb shit and turn around, my cock is BEGGGIINN to cum man. I know you want it bro, you've been staring at my abs all night.

Yeh dude, I'm a pretty smart guy.

What? No, I'm not kidding. I was value deck... er, valley dick, whoop not that haha. The smarty pants thing. Valley dictator. Got the highest grade in my uni class bro.

That was in my old body of course. Was a mega nerd then, not like now. Can't imagine what it was like living without these fuckin guns, dude. Can barely remember it. Actually, my memory feels kinda weird, bro. I used to be so good at remembering shit, now it's like... umm, you know the thing... fuck, I forgot what I was saying.

Anyway, my old body, yeah. One of the meathead jocks I was tutoring came up to me. Hot as hell but dumb as rocks. Never figured out if he was into guys, but sometimes he seemed into me. Kinda weird, since I was a total dork back then, but whatevs.

So he was like, dude, I'm gonna flunk out of my sports scholarship, you gotta help me. Then he showed me this glowy rock and said it would let us swap bodies for a few days, and I could take his tests for him. Use my smart brain instead of his stupid one.

So we do that, and suddenly I'm in this huge as body, and... it feels fucking good, bro. I can't stop flexing my pecs, feeling myself up. The jock in my body is like, focus on the tests first, then you can play with my bod however you want. I was like, yeah yeah, whatever, it's gonna be a piece of cake.

The test was, like, impossible bro. I don't know where they got those questions from.

Anyway, he got really mad at me, and he was kinda cute in my old body, in these dorky glasses, all red faced and wild eyed... so I asked if I could blow him. To apologise, you know.

So... we're kinda dating now. Been taking him to the gym with me. Super weird, but it feels like I've been pumping iron for years. And bro, he can recite the chemical alphabet, you know, the table thing of elements, but it's like he has no idea how to work out. What an idiot, am I right?

Please, you’ve gotta help me. I don’t know what’s happening. I need to get to the hospital or something maybe, I feel like I’m on fire. Everything aches and- HAUG. OW! Fuck. I keep hearing these voices man. Telling me to- no I can’t. It all started at the gym dude. I was getting changed after finishing my cardio for the day. Trying to be responsible after my last doc appointment. Okay, okay. I was in the sauna when this big guy comes in. Muscles for days man. He has these pecs that are off the charts. They’re thick, firm slabs of meat that just hang from him like pillows. So soft and so firm- OW, my chest. God, where was I? Yeah, so I’m in the sauna and he sits really close to me. Plenty of room, but parks right next to me. You know I don’t swing that way, but I’m kinda checking him out. He has these beautiful tattoos that curl around his biceps, a sleeve on the side next to me. As he’s relaxing he’s kind of flexing his arms and these things ripple like magic on him. They look so good. Augh. Crap. I feel so itchy dude. But he’s leaning in close. I don’t really even register that he’s talking to me. It’s this deep baritone that rubbles in my head, but it’s the way it bounces that I remember. I was zoning out, and started laughing. Bro- huh- I wish I remembered the joke- huhu- it was so-huhuhu ha. Shit bro. So he pulls me close to him, right in his big, strong arms. At this point I don’t know what’s happening to me. All I know is that he’s got me feeling strange. So loose. So free. Before I know it I’m face down on the bench. Sauna is pumping out this heat, steam surrounding us. But I’m not processing that. Behind me, there is a rhythmic pumping, pumping, pumping. Dude, I’m getting railed. But, like, I don’t even mind. In fact, it feels soooo good huhuuuuu. But that voice. He’s talking. Saying how he wants to breed me. Spread his seed. Make another muscular, tatted up stud like him. And I don’t know what happened. My body shivered when he said that. Suddenly it wasn’t my body anymore. It was his. His to use and shape however he wanted. It was like I was being reprogrammed from the inside. He was telling me how thick he wanted each muscle, how wide my neck needed to be. How thick my waist. How coarse my hair would be. Owww, shit this hurts. But it hurts so good. Maybe he wasn’t telling me bro, but I just felt it deep in me. And then, it happened. Man, it was so hot. I felt this twitch and pulse, and I was so full all of a sudden. It rushed through me. My… his… the cock just exploded deep in me. Coated my insides. I felt so good, like I knew what I needed to do- mmmmm fuuuck meeeeee…

What? What’s wrong? Look at myself?

Dude! I’m freaking huge. It looks like new me ate the old me. Bro, these muscles are sick. Look at how they stretch, I bet I can pull mad chicks with these. Girls would love to have these arms wrapped around them, holding them tight, flexing for them as I bury this- wait, dude, LOOK at this python. It’s practically stretched out of my briefs! I look just like me! Or, was it him? Or maybe us. Augh, it’s so confusing. My thoughts are like pudding. I feel so confused and angry and pent up. You have to help me. Dude, you okay? You’re looking at me funny. WOAH bro? Hey, that’s not funny. Stop looking at me like that. Stop looking so cute. Haha, no, dude I’m just-I’m just joshing. You’re just looking so… so good after your gym pump. I guess. Got me feeling kinda weird. Wait, no. Bro, something’s happening. Do you think it’s the muscles bro? These thick, juicy, sweaty muscles? Ngl, they do sound hot bro. You wanna feel them bruh? Huhu I bet you do. Just take a look at these. Boom. Yeah, looks pretty hot right? You’re not too bad yourself bruh. Why don’t you slip off that shirt and join me. It’s good to let those muscles breathe. No, bruh, you can’t go. You can’t leave me like this. Get me all riled up and leave. You’re looking so breedable right now brah, you must be focusing on those glutes. But why work so hard? Why not just let me train you, let me work out your sweet hole babe. I don’t know what will happen. That’s it. Good boy. Just let me hold you. You’re going to look so much better when I’m done with you. Yeah… I know what I want bro. No. I know what I need. I need to fill those fertile guts with my top notch seed. Yeah. That’s right. Calm down bro. Let me tell you what I think. I think you’re going to use my seed and grow into a stud yourself.

ughhhhhh fuuuuuck bros... my head is so fuckin empty again 😵‍💫💦 i think i cummed my brains out for real this time... like i was jerkin it so hard last night watchin my own pump videos n i just kept goin n goin n every time i blew a huge load it felt like more of my smart stuff shot right outta my dick... now im even dumber than yesterday haha

i used to be kinda smart i think?? like maybe went to school n shit but now every time i nut my brain gets smaller n smaller. my big swollen muscles are takin over everything. i cant even remember what i ate for breakfast but i remember exactly how many times i edged my thick cock before i exploded everywhere.

look at me flexin these huge guns tho!! 💪😩 i was tryin to think of sumthin to say for this pic but nahhh... brain all drained out. just cum n protein shakes up there now. i swear my skull is hollow except for the echo of me moanin like a stupid whore while i pumped load after load. every orgasm melts another braincell n im down to like... three left tops. one for liftin, one for eatin, n one for flexin in the mirror like the brainless muscle slut i am.

i keep strokin it thinkin it'll help me get smarter but it just makes me dumber n hornier. my balls are always full n my head is always empty... perfect trade if u ask me. i try to read a text n my eyes cross n all i can think about is bustin another fat nut till my brains leak out my dick again.

so yeah this is me... big dumb cum-drained jock who just blew his iq into a sock for the 50th time this week. cant even spell "intelligence" anymore but who needs that when u got these boulder shoulders n a fat pump??

if ur readin this n ur smart... come drain the rest of my brains out for me bro. ill just sit here flexin n moanin while u empty whats left of my head.

Let’s be real, champ. You can try, but there’s no way you’re leaving with your friends. Just look at them. They’re so much bigger than you now, and they want to stay with me. Their Coach. Listen to how they repeat everything I say, and only want what I want for them. The fact is, the friends you once knew are long gone. The last thing they did was choose to be good boys who listen to their Coach, and drink their elixir.

What's your favorite sexual position ?

Daniel'd never gotten on with his roommate. And that was just fine. They were different people from different worlds and learned to give one another space. The only thing they had in common really was a love of music, so Kevin - bodybuilder that he was - put together a playlist hoping to clear the air.

Daniel hadn't thought much of it, at least at first. It didn't sound like there was any music playing though he could've sworn there were voices echoing in surround sound. It took a couple of loops for him to really get what Kevin was going for.

Now Daniel doesn't think much of anything.

I don’t know if you’ll get this in time, but if you haven’t downloaded the app, or even just haven’t set up an account yet, I am begging you not to do it. I know that with your funding having been cut you’re probably desperate for any way to continue to work on your project, but it is very important that you don’t download that app, and not just because it will turn you into a dumb jock. In your case, getting converted could be downright disastrous, for everyone.

See, Instajock having a scholarship doesn’t really make a lot of sense. Not just because it’s a social media app giving out a college scholarship, but because there's no need to try and increase publicity. Once someone gets an invite to InstaJock, they’re naturally compelled to set up an account on it, and once they do they’ll transform into another one of the Master’s loyal jocks. Considering almost everyone who gets turned sends out an invite to at least one other person, Instajock is already spreading at a truly terrifying rate. There's no need to use something like a scholarship to entice people to join, if just sending a magical invite is enough to enchant a person into doing it. Unless, perhaps, they were trying to get a specific person to join. Someone with a ridiculous amount of security on his phone. Someone who's working on some very interesting genetics research that has applications beyond even his understanding. Someone like you.

The Master has a lot of money, and some very powerful magic on his side, but what really makes him dangerous are his connections. Getting your research grant cut would be easy, probably easier than making sure you’d find out about the “scholarship opportunity” that Instajock suddenly has. On the bright side, the scholarship is probably real. If you do join Instajock, you will get the money you need to continue your PhD work. You’ll just be dooming yourself to a life of servitude by doing it, along with a lot of other people. 

See, The Master may be powerful, but he isn’t the only powerful transformation loving, jock obsessed guy out there. I’ve mentioned a rival of his, one I’ve called The Mad Scientist, before. The Mad Scientist is incredibly skilled, and unlike The Master actually does his own work. Biologically based transformations are his specialty, transformations that spread like viruses and essentially rewrite DNA. He doesn’t use magic, just… really crazy science. The Master relies mostly on magic and tech, so scientific transformations are a bit of a weak point for him. He doesn’t use them, and has trouble protecting against them. That's why your research is so interesting to him, why you’re so interesting to him. He needs someone under his thumb who knows the ins and outs of manipulating genetics. 

If you download that app, you’ll become a jock, a beefy, cocky meathead with a big cock snaking down your pants and a dumb smirk on your face. But if my theory is right, you won’t actually end up losing your intelligence. Sure, most of it will be dedicated to picking up chicks and finding creative ways to bully geeks, but sometimes, when your perfect, sexy, god of a Master asks you to, you’ll use those brains to continue your research, and use it in whatever twisted way he plans. I know you’re desperate, but you can’t do this. Instajock is already incredibly dangerous, and I don’t want to see what will happen if someone finds a way to make its transformation literally go viral.

I mean, an app that not only turns you into a jock, but makes it so everyone around you slowly becomes jocks too? That's kind of overkill, right?

...right?