yo bros… fuuuck look at me now 😵‍💫💦💦

used to be just some normal dude scrollin thru gym pics… now im standin here flexin like a total meathead, shirt tight as hell on my swellin chest, arms blowin up bigger every week. my brainz meltin so fast dude. every rep in the gym makes another chunk of my old smart self drip right outta my ears n turn into pure jock cum.

watch this… see how my eyes look all blank n shiny? thats cuz the old me is almost gone. blue birdz keep circlin my empty head nonstop now, tweetin loud every time i try to think somethin complicated. “bro just lift” “bro just eat” “bro just cum” thats all thats left up there haha.

my cock? bro its been rock hard for days. balls hangin heavier, fuller, constantly churnin out thick jock batter. every time i flex in the mirror i leak a lil more, like my body knows im turnin into the perfect dumb horny bro. no more thinkin bout career or bills… just pumpin iron till i cant see straight, stuffin my face with food, n strokin this fat dick till i explode everywhere.

its happenin to u too right now isnt it? ur dick twitchin while u read this. ur brain feelin foggy. good. let it happen bro. stop fightin it.

start hittin the gym harder. wear tighter shirts. let ur posture go full cocky jock. every time u lift, feel ur old personality gettin crushed under new muscle. every time u edge, feel ur iq droppin lower n lower till u cant even spell “intelligence” anymore.

soon ull be just like me… standin in front of the mirror, posin like a brainless beast, mouth open, eyes crossed, birdz swirlin round ur skull while u grin like an idiot n leak all over the floor.

cmon bro… give in. become the dumb jock u were always meant to be. drop ur before pic below if u already feel it startin. tell me how much ur brain is meltin n how bad u wanna bust that first big transformation load 💦

the more u resist the hornier n dumber u get… trust me

Wells wasn’t subtle. Golden kit sprayed tight over his bulked-up frame, cocky smirk locked in place, loudest grunt on every rep—he was the definition of cheeky alpha jock. The Golden Army Gym echoed with the sound of plates, beats, and Wells being Wells.

He knew the eyes were on him. They always were.

What he didn’t know? One of them belonged to Coach Blaze Titan.

The man moved like a panther in command—every stride slow, wide, confident. Towering mass in glossy black singlet, feet planted like he owned the place. Golden trim wrapped around biceps the size of heads, and “COACH” glared from his cap like a dare. His stare was worse. It pinned. It owned.

Wells had just racked his last set when that voice hit.

“Form’s good. Shame you’re wasting it.”

Wells blinked. Turned. Saw him.

Blaze smirked. “You gonna flirt with those dumbbells all day, or you want a real man’s attention?”

Wells grinned wide. “Depends, does the ‘real man’ come with protein and a punishment kink?”

Blaze chuckled low, stepping closer. “Nah, but he comes with a whistle, a personal plan, and the authority to turn golden boys into gods.”

Wells licked his lips. “Oh yeah? You offering?”

Blaze tilted his head. “Blaze Titan. Coach for the elite. I don’t do basics. I train the Alphas. The top 1%—the bros who make the rest drop to their knees.”

He leaned in, voice low. “I used to be like you—wild. Fast. Cocky. Still am. But I learned control. Power with purpose. Golden Army found me, and I turned their top prospects into monsters.”

Wells’ eyes glinted. “So what—you think I’ve got potential?”

Blaze’s hand landed on Wells’ chest—slow, deliberate. “I think you’re a walking flex fantasy with no leash. And I love a challenge.”

“Cheeky,” Wells grinned, “I like that. So, Coach, what now?”

Blaze stepped back, motioned toward the private training zone. “Now you follow me. Drop the ego, keep the smirk. Let’s see what kind of Alpha you really are when someone pushes back.”

Wells looked at Coach Blaze Titan and winked. “You sure you can handle me, Coach?”

Blaze turned, throwing a glance over his shoulder. “Oh, Wells… I specialize in handling cocky golden jocks like you. Let’s make some noise.”

The gym door swung shut behind them.

And that was the beginning.

Golden Tech

Boone Gold #96 | Golden Bro

“Glitch detected: Independent thought.”

“Solution: Reformatting.”

The chamber hissed.

Boone didn’t flinch.

He knelt, motionless, in the center of the GoldTech Core—golden light bleeding down chrome walls. His uniform: gleaming, skintight, perfect. Number 96 glinted against his chest. His collar? Sealed. Synced.

The visor dropped. A golden halo.

And then—upload.

Neural Repatterning 60%...

GoldLayer Protocol Enabled.

Muscular Compliance: Achieved.

Beneath the skin, golden filaments came to life—circuit-light blooming down his spine, wrapping his limbs in command. Every cell aligned. Every breath timed.

Boone’s jaw slackened. His eyes behind the visor rolled once… then steadied.

“Burn to obey. Glow to serve. Gold is all.”

Data flooded deeper. Movements refined. Emotions wiped.

This wasn’t pain. This was upgrade.

And when the Core slid open—steam venting, lights pulsing—Boone stood.

Taller. Smoother. Corrected.

“System online. Boone Gold. Version 96.0.

Function: Serve the Golden Army.”

He didn’t speak it.

He broadcasted it.

The other Bros would see. They’d line up. They’d kneel.

Boone had become the template.

The glitch was gone.

The code was gold.

The future is gold. The code is clean. Submit for installation.

📡 Connect:

@brodygold

@goldenherc9

@polo-drone-001

@polo-drone-125

Jason, having just finished his lesson, headed down to his dorm room to take a load off and maybe change out of these rank gym shorts...with Jason's mind preoccupied with thoughts of fresh laundry he didn't even notice his roommate Kyle and his bro Nick walking directly in front of him.

*boof* Jason slams right into a wall of meat. "Watch were you're going br- oh shit it's Jason, what's up?!" Kyle says through a smile.

Half dazed he replies, "nothing much just-."

Kyle cuts him off, "wait are those my gym shorts, are you coming to the gym! Not gonna lie, kind of pissed that you're wearing my shit but if you're a soon to be gymbro...I can let it slide" Kyle says through a half hidden smirk.

Jason still slightly dazed and trying to avoid conflict just agrees with the rank hunk and enters the gym with him and Nick.

"Nice, now we got a second person to add weights to the bar!" Nick blurts out in a voice reverberating with excitement.

Kyle places his arm over Jason, exposing his already sweaty pit to Jason's shirt. While, contemplating if being under a hot guy's arm is worth absorbing weeks worth of pit stench, Kyle blurts out: "since you're still a gym newbie...no offence- you'll be the first person in rotation"

"What rotatio-" Jason is suddenly greeted by a pair of meaty hands pushing him down to a weight bench.

"Okay so bro, we're gonna start you off pretty light and see if you can handle that" Kyle says clasping his hands together.

"Don't worry though me and Nick are right here if you can't lift it" Kyle cooed as he got into position to spot Jason, nonchalantly hovering his rank sweaty balls over Jason's face.

At this point Jason was just going with the flow, trying his best to ignore Kyle pungent week old piss and precum stains, he attempted to lift the bar.

"LETS GO BRO! ONE!" Kyle and Nick jeered as Jason completed his first rep.

"COME ON FUCKER! LET'S GET A FEW MORE!"

Pumped up from Kyle's motivational words, Jason gets out another 6 reps. Shaking under the weight pushes out the final either rep.

"FUCK YEAHH BROSKI!" Nick growls out, the veins in his neck popping out from the sheer excitment.

Kyle takes a half step closer to the bar, now directly under Jason's nostrils. He can't help but breathe in Kyle's rank ball sweat as he gasps for air.

Kyle helps Jason place the bar in the holding slots. "Nice job bro!" Kyle beams as he helps Jason off the bench.

"Thanks...bro?" Jason says hesitantly as he catches his breath.

"Okay while you get ready for your next set, it's this fucker's turn" Jason says as he turns his head to Nick and grabs his shoulder.

"Cool...cool" Jason half-heartedly responds, trying his best to feign enthusiasm but the only thing on his mind is- 'NEXT SET?!'