papermoon357:It all started with one text from an unknown number telling him that by the end of the
papermoon357:It all started with one text from an unknown number telling him that by the end of the week he’d be a dumb bro. He thought it was a weird joke but then he started getting texts in the morning telling him exactly what he was going to be. It started with “dumb jocks need dumb jock hair.” To his horror over the course of the day his hair started becoming bleached blond and friends only seemed to comment on how much they liked it. Next day the morning text read “dumb jocks need dumb jock faces for hot smirks.” Through the day he could see his jaw change and eyes transition to a stricking blue. By evening his face had reshaped sexy and chiseled in a way that went perfectly with his new hair. Worst part was he couldn’t deny how good he looked and even caught himself trying a cocky smirk in the mirror. Next day “dumb jocks need dumb jock bods. Dumb jocks love dumb jock muscle” This one he expected, and a part of him was even excited for. Hour by hour he felt his skinny body get tighter and bigger. He never wanted to be bigger but feeling his biceps start to fill his sleeves and his chest fill out his shirt he started to like it. By evening he was eagerly peeling out of his skin tight clothes, flexing his growing chest and running a hand up and down his emerging 6 pack in the mirror. Flexing and smirking to his reflection like a pro, he couldn’t deny how hot he was and how much he liked each time his body swelled with each flex. He figured it was finally over. But the next day, as he was admiring his new jock bod in the mirror, another text came through “big dumb jocks want big jock cocks. Hornier the jock bigger the cock. Bigger the cock, dumber the jock.” His fear for what this meant only lasted a moment until he quickly got hard. With one hungry groan his hand slid down to his cock, each stroke making it longer and thicker till he was using his two meaty palms to grasp his shaft. As he grunted and thrusted, smirking and flexing every new piece of hot muscle in the mirror, his head emptied, thoughts getting overtaken by lust for muscle and cock and with one last thrust he came, each rope of cum leaving every last memory of who he used to be on the reflection of the dumb jock he’d become. Picking up his phone he took a pic and replied to some random text that called him a dumb jock. Fuck yeah he was and he loved it. -- source link