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“Duuuude,” he said.

I had just returned from the past. This douche ran into me on the street and had the audacity to say it was my fault. So I made sure he went to football camp instead of business school.

“Can I help you?” I asked.

He smiled dumbly. “Nah, man,” he chuckled. His eyes flitted down to my crotch.

Some guys want to be transformed. And some guys, like Andrew?

They need it.

The college student spent every waking moment obsessing over himself, or rather, who he needed to be. His tall, slim frame, which would've been more than enough for most guys, left him wanting, well, needing, so much more.

He wanted the same short, dark hair that sprouted from his head to cover every inch of his body: a thick, bristly beard and a trail from his chest down, and down, and down. Enough hair to trap all that sweat from the gym and brew it into a rich, deep, manly musk.

And he wanted there to be more inches of him, more thick, corded muscle bulging underneath his skin covered in all that hair.

He knew what he needed: Big, dumb, hairy, musky, sweaty, manly.

The thought crept into his head during every lecture, every study session, every late night spent cramming for an exam.

His mind wandered, and so did his hands, touching and tracing and stroking and pumping to the thought…

Big, dumb, hairy, musky, sweaty, manly.

"Can you help me?"

I don't know what he had in mind by help, but he got it. I can't count how many of protein shakes I crammed down his throat, or the number of supplements and vitamins and minerals for muscle and hair growth I packed into each I made him slurp down.

He started cutting class (my idea, well, order).

I don't know if there was a formula, but I can tell you his grades slipped further and further with each extra pound he benched in the gym. He stopped thinking, and just started being.

He was such a good bro, and the way his face lit up when his chest hair started coming in? Perfection. And when he told me he was dropping out? Words can't describe it.

I pushed him hard and fast, and he obeyed better than I could have expected.

And now Andrew's big, dumb, hairy, musky, and sweaty. He's a man.

He thinks he's dominant, and around other bros? Oh, he's the alpha wolf. But around me…?

Well, every wolf is a pup at some point.

(IQ Loss | Muscle Growth | Bicep Growth | Short Story)

I just turned the cap on my head backwards and now my mind feels really foggy. It’s hard to keep track of a single thought without getting lost. What was I just doing? Where am I again? Who even am I?

That’s right, I study mathemat… ma–matics… macronutrients! Yeah, I’ve heard of those before, they’re really important! Oh, my body feels kinda funny. It’s like a tingly feeling, under my skin…

No, I have to focus. I just had a class on geomet… geom… gym! I was going to the gym, right? I love that place. Why does my shirt feel really tight? It must be to do with this gym place. That place must make my shirt tight, but I don’t remember why.

Wait, the other day this older guy was telling me something. Something about showing my working out. I know, I’ve got to show that I’ve been working out. Yeah, I have to do this flex thing. I don’t know what it does but everyone loves it. It makes these things big. These… muss… ells… m–my cells!

My cells, that’s really familiar. I think it has to do with biol… bi-ogy… bi… big! My cells is big, hahaha! Or was it bis… biceps? Biceps big!

Don’t I have something I need to do? Something I need… no… I feel… so good. I feel so big! I feel more big… more and more big. This yellow thing… so small… but I so big! Can’t get it… off… make me… angry!

RRRRIP!

Become a muscle addicted slob today!!

Your only desirez should be getting as big as possible, dont worry how bad you reek, dont worry about the protein bar wrapper stuck to your ass, or the stains on your shirt.

Guys find it hot when you lazily belch mid sentence

FOCUS ON BECOMING A MUSCLE SLOB TODAY!!

You try to look away from the screen, but a sudden, heavy heat pools in your gut, melting your frantic resistance into pure, helpless arousal. The seams of your grey sweatpants groan loudly as thick, dense slabs of muscle rapidly pack onto your thighs. A pungent wave of raw, unwashed jock musk hits the back of your throat; a thick, intoxicating cloud of stale sweat, heavy pheromones, and sour testosterone blooming directly from your expanding pores.

You gasp, horrified by how deeply your own sudden stench turns you on. Your fingers grow too meaty and clumsy to hold your phone, knocking a half-eaten protein bar onto the couch. As your massive, heavy glutes spread across the cushions, you feel the sticky foil wrapper plaster itself firmly against your sweaty, expanding ass.

Don't worry how bad you reek, the hypnotic programming drones in your emptying head.

You look down, watching your swelling pecs stretch a dark, greasy stain across your straining shirt. The panic fully evaporates, replaced by a mindless, throbbing need to just get bigger. Your traps rise to swallow your neck, and your jaw goes slack as a deep, rumbling belch erupts from your throat, leaving the sour taste of cheap whey and laziness on your tongue.

You don't even bother to cover your mouth. You just sit there, marinating in your own rank heat, stroking your swelling pecs, a perfectly ruined, brainless muscle slob.

yo broooo wut da fuk is dis 😵‍💫💪🏻

its me in da mirror rite now takin dis pic n i cant even think strait. look at me… shirtless, all pumped up, abs showin, arms lookin huge n veiny. my jeans hangin low like dey bouta fall off but i dont even care. my brain? its gone bro. completly fried. i used 2 be smart n shit but now im jus a big dumb horny jock n it feelz soooo good

i stare at my self n my cock twitches cuz im so fuckin swole. evry time i flex dese arms da rest of my head emptys out more. no more thinkin bout skool or work or nuthin. jus lift, eat, sleep, n jack off like 6 times a day. my balls stay full n achin all da time now lmao

i try 2 remember wat i wuz like befor but it all fuzzy. probly read books n had plans but now all i got is dis empty headed bliss. mouth hangin open a lil, eyes lookin lost, n all i can think is “more protein… more reps… get bigger… get hornier” hahaha

im standin here in my room wit plants n rugs n shit but all i see is how hot my body lookz. chest poppin, shoulders wide, n dese jeans makin my ass look good too. i wanna rip em off n stroke my dick while i flex but im too busy takin pics like a total meathed

da more i lift da dumber i get n i love it. no turnin bak. im stayin dis way foreva. big retarded horny jock life. brain turned 2 mush, body turnin 2 rock.

if u see me like dis jus know im leakin in my jeans rite now thinkin bout gettin even stupider 😈💦

who wanna come over n watch me get dumber? or spot me while i pump n grunt n lose wat left of my mind? hahaha im alredy so gone broooo

big dumb jock 4evaaaaa 🧠➡️🪨😵‍💫😂🦍

Up… down… Up… down…

Three sets of eight…

Cable curls to warm up… Dumbbell curls.. Hammer curls… Increase the weight… Repeat the circuit… Finish off with some EZ bar curls till failure… The pain in your muscles… the blood pumping through your veins… It all feels so good.

Another hour spent at the gym.. Or has it been two hours? When exactly did you get here again…?

The voice in your headphones tells you to keep going…

Keep getting bigger…

Sculpt those arms…

Make your body perfect. For your Master.

Think about how much it pleases him… To see your arms all pumped up like this… To see you growing… Getting bigger…

It feels so good.

Take another big swig of your protein shake between sets… Yeah, bro. 

That tastes so good, doesn’t it…?

It tastes like you can feel yourself getting bigger… Like you can feel yourself getting more and more swole with every sip… with every repetition… of every exercise…

You don’t remember how it happened, exactly. The transformation. When you think back on it, you can vaguely remember telling your roommate that you wished you could gain a little bit of muscle… 

And right around that time is when the “deep conversations” between the two of you started… 

The conversations where you began inexplicably opening up to him about how much you had envied all of the jocks in high school… How much you had always dreamed about being one of them… Even though you had always been just a scrawny, nerdy, totally unnoticeable kind of a guy…

And right around then is probably when you first started noticing the changes… Though it’s getting harder and hard for you to remember now… And it’s getting easier and easier for you to believe that you have just always been this way…

You can remember signing up for your first gym membership, at your roommate’s suggestion, of course… You can remember blowing an entire couple of paychecks on all kinds of protein powders and workout supplements… It was no matter, your roommate had told you at the time, he was going to take care of everything from here on out… Everything.. All you needed to do was just continue taking his suggestions….

You remember getting rid of your entire wardrobe… Keeping a few of your favorite t-shirts, maybe, but taking the scissors to them and cutting off the sleeves so that you could better show off your body, which seemed to be growing at an unnatural rate… Bigger and bigger every day… It was the supplements, your roommate had told you… The special supplements… just for you…

You remember getting the tattoos… the jock haircut… All of the “little details” that your roommate had insisted would help to complete your final “transformation…”

But, when you think about it, you don’t remember ever asking to be transformed… Not like this….

And yet, here you are. Transformed... Into a better version of yourself. The jock version of yourself….

yo broooo look at me nowwwww 😵‍💫💪🏻

just a couple months ago i wuz like… normal n smart n shit but nahhh now im a full on retarded horny big dumb jock n i fuckin LOVE ittt

every day i wake up n my brain just goes poof more room for muscles n boners lmao. i used 2 read books n do homework but now all i think about is liftin heavy, eatin big, n gettin my dick hard as fuck. my grades? who even cares bro i barely remember how 2 spell my own name half the time 😂🧠💥

i stare in the mirror like this n flex n my cock twitches cuz im so fuckin huge n dumb now. tank top all stretched out over these massive pecs n shoulders, arms lookin like they bouta rip the sleeves off even tho there aint no sleeves lmao. i got these big veiny biceps n my chest is poppin so hard it makes me leak a lil in my shorts every time i look down

im so horny all the time now its retarded. like ill be mid set n suddenly im rock hard thinkin about gettin bigger or just… anything. my brain is mush bro. i try 2 think about real stuff n it just turns into “more protein… more reps… more cum” hahaha

used 2 have actual thoughts but now its all gym, food, sleep, repeat, n jackin off like 5 times a day cuz my balls are always full n achin. i dont even care if people see me zoned out with my mouth half open starin at nothin. thats just jock brain babyyy

if u see me in the gym n im gruntin n sweatin n lookin like a total meathead… thats the point. i wanna be the biggest dumbest horniest jock around. no more thinkin, just growin n pumpin n feelin this constant dumb bliss

who wants 2 come spot me n watch me get even stupider? 😈💦

im never goin back bros. this is the life. big dumb jock life foreverrrr 🧠➡️🪨