JockDude-in-Training

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You thought it would be that easy, eh? That everything would go smoothly? Damn, what a fuckin' dumbass, huhuhuh. Dude, please.

You bought that weird jock serum. The website promised instant change and total life improvement, bro! Thought it would help you lose that "loser status", so ya sunk like 200 of your hard earned bucks into the thing. It came in a boring-ass package, tasted like dirty socks and had you feeling like you were about to throw up for the rest of the day.

But then you woke up the next day and it seemed to have worked. Your basic twink body turned into a that of a cocky bro. Broad shoulders and chest, beefy arms, sculpted legs, a sharper jaw, visible abs (dude, did ya really get hard after seeing these in the mirror?), as well as styled hair and a barely visible stubble. Damn, you looked like a real jock, bro.

You were ecstatic. So excited about all that newly acquired beef, like a kid right after Christmas. You now had to learn how to put up a good show. You got a bunch of workout clothes, tried to learn how to walk like a cocky bro, you even signed up for a gym membership. Which seemed to work.

You got interested looks from people on campus. Others wanted to work with you on projects during class. And most importantly, jocks, bros and other cool dudes started approaching you. They wanted you - the new muscular guy in town - to be a part of their group. It felt like a dream come true.

Oh, how dumb you were. You assumed the physical changes were all the serum would deliver. It would beef you up a bunch, and then the rest of it would be on you, learning how to live a life of a college jock while still being the same guy you were a few days prior, the same socially inept gay loser. But oh boy, does it not work that way.

Guys like you are the funniest to watch. The transformation is so entertaining in the end.

Like a week after drinking the serum the rest of its effects caught up with you. When you woke up, the introverted twink was no longer with us. In his place was an generic arrogant douchebag, whose mind could only focus on a select few topics - his next workout, his next game with his brahs, getting newer gym gear, giving his arms a big ol' flex whenever he could and always looking for a hole to stick his leaking cock into. The mental side was now fully in line with the physical.

Cause we can't have a muscular jock who isn't a cocky and aggressive pussyhound, can we? Of course we can't, that's why the serum works like that. Dumbass. Now go lift some dumbbells or something bro. That's what you're here for, after all.

Bradley entered the weight room. He took out his phone and plugged in his headphones. He then went into Spotify and selected a new workout playlist the algorithm suggested for him a few days ago. As the music began playing he began warming up.

bruh

He was doing upper body today, wanted to see his chest and arms clearly defined under his t-shirts and hoodies.

just a dumb brah

He found his way to the free weights section, took two dumbbells in his hands and began doing bicep curls.

fuckin' pump that iron dude

He went through the three sets and felt... like it wasn't that hard, actually. Motivated by this feeling, he moved over to an unoccupied bench and put on some weights on the bar.

wearin' that sweaty tank bro

Wow, he was sweating from all that exercise, this workout was feeling so different.

such a dumb bull, a strong bull

He finished rep after rep, lifting the bar as if it was made from feathers. Goin' great, yeah bro?

a bull needs a trainer

Huh?

a sweaty jock follows his Coach

Oh, the playlist is looping already? Huh, thought it was longer. Whatever, let's continue with the lifting.

bruh

just a dumb brah

Wow, he could actually see some pump on his arms. Damn, dude...

fuckin' pump that iron dude

wearin' that sweaty tank bro

Oh yeah! He finished another set and he felt great. His bros would beg for guns like his, duhuhuhuh...

such a dumb bull, a strong bull

Wait... what?

a bull needs a trainer

What bros?

a sweaty jock follows his Coach

Bradley looked down... and he was huge! His whole body had clearly defined muscles, and his now t-shirt, damp form sweat, was straining against his pecs and shoulders. And... and he didn't have any bros, he wasn't a dumb jock like that, he wasn't some strong bull! Bradley grabbed the cable of his headphones and was about to--

BRUH

JUST A DUMB BRAH

FUCKIN' PUMP THAT IRON DUDE

WEARIN' THAT SWEATY TANK BRO

SUCH A DUMB BULL, A STRONG BULL

A BULL NEEDS A TRAINER

A SWEATY JOCK FOLLOWS HIS COACH

...

BRUH

...

PUMP THAT IRON

...

SWEATY

...

DUMB BULL

...

TRAINER

...

JOCK FOLLOWS COACH

...

--Brady let out a dumb chuckle as he added more weights to the bar before going back to lifting. Up and down. Up and down. Rep after rep, set after set. He was such a strong bull. A beast his Coach would be proud of.

As he lifted the bar for a hundredth time he thought about that party his bros invited him to. Dude, that will be sick, bro.

Duhuhuhuhuhuh, look at these guns bruh.

Eben Etzebeth (with Tendai Mtawarira)