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Hey! This is my page, and I post stories about male muscles and gas. Be free to ask and suggest.
The Jock Formula Series
1. The Jock Formula
1.1 The Jock Formula - Becoming a Jock
1.2 The Jock Formula - Flashback
2.0 The Jock Formula - Joining the Frat
2.1 The Jock Formula - Living with JongHo
Backstage Series
Noah Centineo
Nick Jonas
Henry Cavill
The Jock Formula 2.1 - Living with JongHo
Sorry for the long wait, guys. Finally, the chapter I promised with the Jock you chose in the poll is here.
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Dohyun's POV
Being a nerd in this campus in a complete hell. We get constantly harassed by Josh and his gang, and everything got even worse when my friend George invented the "Jock Formula".
It was supposed to save us, but Andrew got everything for him and now is joining this hell of a frat. It can be sad for the rest of our friend group, but for me it's worse, as it has always been.
I'm JongHo's twin brother. Yes, that big and burly guy actually has a nerdy relative that he is quite ashamed of. We were supposed to be the same, but I was never inclined to sports, and those gross eating competitions, so while he kept growing, I stayed the same.
My place isn't in this frat at all, but our strict parents didn't want us living apart on college so Jongho only moved to the frat with the condition that I went together. And I've been unhappy since.
They treat me like a maid. I have to wake up earlier to cook breakfast for them, clean ALL of their mess. And it's a hell of a mess. Apart from the dirty and cruel pranks that they pull on me constantly. On top of all that, I have to endure my big and brainless brother everyday, since we share the same room.
They are having a hazing ceremony today, I won't even go downstairs to say anything to that traitor, but I can hear the loudest burps and farts ever, and all kinds of noise those meatheads produce. Happily, those ceremonies take a lot, so I'm having crumbs of peace this night.
I put my headphones on and put some ASMR to muffle the outside noise. I feel I can sleep like an angel without him here, so when I close my eyes, I loose no time in getting asleep.
Unconsciously, the peaceful time is feeling oddly long, when It's interrupted by a loud thud in the door, followed by it's opening:
"Think I missed the handle again haha damn, tonight was fun."
It was Jongho. Peace ended. He can't even come in the room quietly in the middle of the night. I heard him opening the fridge and grab a bottle of something.
"Ugh, so thirsty..." loud gulps followed by heavy steps. "You there?" I can FEEL his massive frame over me, maybe if I keep pretending that I'm asleep, he leaves me alone.
"Wake up, princess." He says, poking my face with his heavy finger, but I won't budge. I hear his stomach rumbling as he states "Gosh, I'm so full... I know what will wake you up."
With that, I fell his heavy weight smothering my head. I know this feeling too well, his huge and sweaty cheeks mold all around my face, while he adjusts himself to get his crack right above my nose. Im cooked.
"Shouldn't have eaten that many hot-dogs... HNNNGG" I feel him straining and forcing out a a fart.
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
It slapped like a punch on my face, as it stink intoxicated my senses, while the explosive noise overpowered my ears. It was long, loud and deep, not losing power once, while it rumbled all over my face.
*COUGH* MMPHMMPPBMM *COUGH*
I tried to scream and got muffled by his massive ass. And the taste of his fart invading my mouth after was demonic. He started to rub his butt on my face as I felt him laughing above me.
"Hahaha that can waken the dead, right?" He dumbly stated, almost killing me. I managed to push him over my face, making him land on my chest. Suffocating me all the same.
"What do you want, you JERK?" I ask with the remaining force I have, while he grins and sniffs his own fart.
"Damn, that was a monster, happy that wasn't on my face haha" he thumped on his full belly. "Ate so much this night, only your friend Drew could beat me, you know? He is part of the group now, loser."
"Don't mention that TRAITOR near me. I don't want to hear about Andrew, may he gags on his own gas." I curse him. It boils my blood to know that a guy I called friend is now joining my biggest enemies.
"I don't know about Drew, but you're gagging on this..." Jongho scooted a little to the side, bending his ass towards me, and forced out another fart:
FRFRFRFRFRFRFRFRFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRFTFTFRFTFTTTTTTTT
I gagged.
"Hahahaha, I can't wait for the new pranks we are going to pull on you, loser. Now, I gotta sleep" Jongho got up and I finally felt the relief of his weight leaving my chest. But I didn't see him going to the bathroom to change or shower. He is stinking of beer and hot sauce.
"Aren't you missing something? Are you gonna sleep reeking like this?" I ask, trying to save work for me tomorrow, if he changes, I don't have to wash the sheets.
He looks at me with an uncomfortable face, aa he brings his head to his stomach, I hear it rumbling when he answers: "Yeah... I think I'm missing something..." he gives his belly a strong push and bend his face over mine, opening his mouth wide, letting it all rip:
gOOOOoooOOOOOOOOOOOOooooOOODDDDDD-NNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEUUUUUUUUUUURRRPPPPPPPPPPP
As he answers me with an ungodly belch, that covers my face with saliva, bits of food and a sickly smell of soda and sausage. He grins as he jumps on his bed and I turn light headed, passing out.
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I wake up feeling sick in the day after. Gosh, I hate them so much. Our room is still stinking, and I'm tired just to think of how much cleaning work I have to do as they messed everything up on that hazing.
I turn to my side and Jongho's bed is empty. Bad sign. He NEVER wakes up early, that can only mean that I'm... late.
I fear for my life.
I get ready fast and go downstairs, maybe I can make up for the time lost, and the first thing I see when I arrive at the kitchen the scene I see is terrifying.
Empty plates all over, with Jongho, Josh, Sal and Andrew sat at the table, looking at me.
"Forgot about breakfast today?" Josh asks, not giving me a good morning even.
"I-I..." I was about to say, when Sal added: "So we had to do it for ourselves..."
Gosh I'm so screwed...
"But no worries, you didn't cook us breakfast, but we will give yours. Sit" Jongho said. I wanted to run but there was no escape. The only place left was between my brother and Andrew, they already wanted to tease me.
As I sat, Andrew said: "Morning, loser." Putting his arm around me, his pits were already stinking.
"I have a name and you know that, Andrew. How could you?" My blood boiled.
"I have a name and it is Drew now. I can address you by how I want though, whimp." The boys laughed at his response and I gritted my teeth.
I was hungry cause I didnt have dinner yesterday. The hazing kept everything busy so I only had some snacks, my stomach rumbled, making them laugh.
"Hahaha, he is hungry guys, why don't we give him his meal already?" Josh commands.
"I will begin with the appetizer" "Drew" says. Gosh I hate to even think calling him that.
"Open your mouth." He says.
"No way! I'm not doing that!" As I thought of getting up, Josh held me, and Drew pinched my cheeks, forcing my mouth open.
"Now we get it haha eat that!" He starts to swallow air and get close, very close. As my open mouth is in line with his, he rips a nasty belch in it, making me taste what he had for breakfast
BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRPPPPP!! *phwooooshhh*
He even blows afterwards, making me teary eyed.
They all high five and laugh, as I see Sal getting in front of me next.
"Now for the entreé, baked beans with a pinch of..." Sal turned around and bent over, displaying his huge bubbly ass on my face. I felt his hand grabbing the back of my head, making me land with my open mouth right in front of his crack. "...my stink... HNNGG"
PBPBPBPBPPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTFTFTFTTFTTTTFTFTFTFTTTTTT
And it stunk to high heavens. All of their gas is potent, but Sal's has twisted smell, making the worse. And I had to swallow.
As I gagged, the guys laughed about him making me eat his fart. I felt some movement, and now Jongho is holding me while Josh got in front of me.
"Let me see if I got your order right, you wanted a double... UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRPPP" He added with a nauseating belch on my face. As I didn't have time to process this, I saw him turning around and lifting his leg:
"With a side of... FRFRFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTRTRRRRRRRTRTRTTTTT!!"
They couldn't contain themselves with so much laughing at his stupid joke. At least, it's finished... they got "my order".
"What a restaurant will he think this is?" I hear Jongho say behind me. "If we don't give his dessert?" That got the guys expecting something. In a swift move, he let go of the hold on me and pressed his ass on my face, pinning me against the chair.
"A full cake, as you ordered, sir" Jongho said, rubbing his colossal ass on my face. I could hear some flashes now, bet they are recording it.
I heard him grunt, and it happened:
PBPBPBPBPPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBPBPBPBPBPPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBFFFFTTTT!!
A powerful and huge fart rumbled my face, and went straight down my throat. I could taste the twisted flavour of his breakfast as he filled me with his gas.
"Aaaaahhh, bon appetit!" Jongho sighs in relief, high-fiving his friends. They leave the room as I'm too weak to stand up.
Uuurrpp- I burp as some of their gas come back.
I hate my life.
Since you are writing the backstage series, can you make one of Henry Cavill?
I'd love to see him burping in his fan's face, forcing him to sniff his armpits and butt
Backstage - Henry Cavill
Oh, Henry... needless to say that he is everybody's dream, but he is very hard to find, and those big studios aren't easy to sneak on, but I had my way.
I started to hear that he was having a lot of trouble with the costume department, so they were hiring more people to take care of this problem. When I got into the studio to do an interview, a guy with teary eyes, coughing his way out approached me:
"Are you applying for the costume department?" He said between coughs.
"Yeah...I-" he didn’t let me finish.
"Take this" he handed me his credentials and said, "I can't take this any second if this anymore."
He left while I didn't question all the chaos, after all, I was going to meet Henry Cavill!
I came into his trailer and saw him getting ready to shoot. The guy who ran out of here must have been helping him, since he is standing on a pedestal trying to fit into a spandex suit.
"Might you... help me with this?" Henry requested and I froze. Was I going to finally touch all of that body?
I couldn't resist, I approached and started my amateur service, soon I saw why he needed help, that suit was really tight. His upper body was bare because his suit wouldn't pass his thighs.
"Okay... raise your arms." I commanded and he didnt question. There was no reason for this, only for admiring his hairy pits. They were sweaty from the effort of trying to put this on.
"Uhm... how much am I going to stay in this position?" Henry asked.
"Oh I'm just calculating your measures so I can try to fix..."
"No need, this suit was made for me months ago, but they asked for me to reshoot on MY vacations, I'm not skipping my barbecues and burguers for that."
"Oh... I see..." I signalize for him to put his arms down as I take advantage to measure his chest, and yeah... it was made of STEEL, but just to hide my obvious amusement, I asked:
"And how are you planning to fit in this?"
I heard Henry laughing as he stopped to pat his belly. Indeed, some fat featured his ripped muscles, which made him even more delicious.
"I'm a little bloated, so I'll have to let some out..." when he pat his belly again, it stirred something within, and he ripped a deep and gurgly belch on my face:
OOOOOOoooooooooooooUUUUUUUUUUUU888RRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPP!!
It exploded on my face, and smelt like burguers. He ripped with no shame, as his expression changed to relief.
"Aaaahh, I think I'm lighter after this." Henry laughed at my coughing fit. "Try to pull the suit up again.
I was a little shocked, but I crouched down to do what he said, at least I was not in the line of his burps again.
With all my force, I managed to pull his suit past his thighs, and now Im stuck at his ass. I think his cheeks are bigger than my head, soft yet strong, but aren't yielding even a little for the spandex.
"Oh, I wouldn't crouch down over there if I was you buddy! Haha" I could hear henry say from above. As I could feel he grabbing the back of my head even closer to his ass.
PBPBPBPBPPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBBBBBBBFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTT
He ripped a beast of a fart on my face, making it rumble and jiggle with the force of his cheeks. I fell down into another fit as he was laughing. Somebody came in.
"You are late, and what's that smell? Eww..." I could hear another assistant.
"I'm trying to deflate to fit into the suit" Henry says with a shit-eating grin as he fans behind his ass.
"We dont have time for that, stinky. Just come out that we put cgi all over it. Geez...." they left as I felt light-headed.
CGI? So I didn't have to take those bombs in the face....
Since Jongho won the poll, you guys can expect his story by the end of the month! Thanks for liking and voting, I will answer your requests for the Backstage Series soon.
Which one did you guys liked the most?
Jongho
Sal
Josh
Will try to write 'solo' stories for them if you guys liked.
The Jock Formula - Part 2.0
JOINING THE FRAT: THE HAZING CEREMONY
Josh and his friends invited me to their frat. I've never been to one, people say that some are pretty chill and others are dangerous, but regardless of that, I don't belong in the chemistry lab anymore.
So I packed my things and went to the adress they gave me. It was night already, the place was pretty loomy, and the house was all dark. I wonder if they forgot about inviting me. But I knocked anyways.
Knock
"Come in" a group of guys say ominously, as if they were expecting me behind the door. It was open, so I came in.
The hall was lit only by candles, as I saw a lot of shadowy and BIG figures all over the place, but three stood in front of me.
"Welcome to your hazing ceremony, Drew." Josh starts.
"The tasks will decide if you stay with us or not." Sal completes
"If you are a true jock, or an eternal nerd." finishes Jongho.
They were looking at me dead in the eye while all of this scene sent chills up my spine. All broke down when Sal started to laugh, and the other boys followed.
"Dude, you almost pissed yourself!" Sal mocks, and patting my back.
"This never gets old!" Jongho says in a laughing fit, high-fiving some other guys in the back.
"So... this dark hazing ceremony is a joke, right?" I try to break the ice.
"As much this scene was a joke, the hazing is real, pledge." Josh says, like a boss.
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They said the first task would be easy, as I was led to the kitchen, being met with a table STACKED with hot dogs.
"Sit, buddy" Jongho says on the other side of the table. He was a pretty big and buff guy, I mean, all of them were, but he was specially bulky, and I was about to find out why...
"To stay here, you have to beat the CHAMP!" Jongho said as he punched his pecs like a gorilla, as all of the guys howlered and chanted his name.
"This task is simple as I like things to be, who eats the most hot dogs, win." Jongho said, as Josh rang a bell and he started to DEVOUR the hot dogs. This dude was like a monster, I swear I saw him eating two with just one bite. I was a scrawny guy, like... yesterday? I was satisfied with a BigMac, how on earth could I beat him?
I knew that competitive eaters used a technique to swallow the most they could storage, so they wouldn't get sick. Something like flexing abdominal muscles, or your jaw... but then I rememberd...
Fuck this nerd bullshit.
And went FERAL on the hot dogs.
I can only describe flashes of this deed. Sausages everywhere, desperately looking for a cup of water, Jongho was chewing so loud it looked like a dog, and when I noticed, my belly was full, and the table was empty.
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPP!!
The end of the match was announced by Jongho filling the room like a dragon with a MONSTRUOUS belch. I looked around, and all of the guys were shocked, even Josh.
"Easy, haha" Jongho said, taking his shirt off. His muscles gave space to the food, so when the pat his belly, it jiggled.
I was a little drowzy. I only remembered eating the most I could, then I felt a hand on my back.
"Are you alright, dude?" Josh asked.
"How... many?" I asked, with my belly full.
"Did you think we were counting? That was wild! One of the best eating matches this frat ever saw, right guys?" Josh announced, and everyone howlered with him, chanting my name and Jongho's.
Jongho got up and approached me. "This dude was the only worthy opponent I met. I declare Drew VICTORIOUS!" Jongho lifted my arm in celebration, and all of that force dislodged the gas that was dying to explode out of me.
BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPP!!
That felt so good. And what was even better? Hearing all of the frat chating my name.
But there were still two tasks...
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I went to another room that was dark and already stinky.
"Yo, we are up next. Congrats haha never saw anyone eating like Jongho." Says Sal. He was sat having some snacks on a table. He was one of the guys I heard most of. Many girls and boys swoon over him. When I got up close, I grimaced: onions, anchovies, milk, beans, and the list went on with the most unpleasant food you could think of.
"Sit." He says, while eating an entire can of anchovies. "This is the nasty gas challenge. We have to eat the most disgusting food and see the one who brews the worst gas out of it."
I was skeptical of this. My nerd brain thought that was impossible, but that stink was already making me pass out, and I heard that their gas was really disgusting, imagine with all of this, it would be- UUUuuuUURRPPP
A wave of a DISGUSTING belch hits me. "Haha, wake up! Didnt you hear what I said? You have to eat this." Sal says, blowing the stench on me.
*COUGH* COUGH* "Okay... I was just thinking..." I was about to say when he slapped me.
"Think less." Said Sal sternly. And I couldn't agree more. I was only able to eat all of those hot-dogs when I stopped to racionalize the situation.
I did it. Mixed beans with anchovies, ate it all down with a glass of milk. It felt bad, but it felt wild too.
"Good haha you learn fast, fella. Now we have to put it to test." He says, patting my back.
"Test?" I ask.
"You didn't think I was going to judge, right?" Sal claps his hands in a signal, while I hear a bunch of guys coming upstairs.
"LET GO OF ME! YOU JERKS!" I hear some whining too.
The guys break down in the room bringing a whimp in their arms. They put him in a chair and tie him down.
"So, this little fella right here was caught spying on us. Trying to take pictures, a total perv!" Sal says, while took some polaroid out of this guy's pockets and showed a bunch of pictures of their windows, focusing of their butts, muscles.
"IT'S NOT FOR ME... I... I WAS GOING TO SELL..." he was about to say when Sal interrupted.
"So... this perv is going to be the judge pf tonight's nasty gas challenge!" Sal exclaims as this guy watch in horror.
"So, would you do the honors, Drew?" Sal challenged me.
And yeah, that disgusting meal and all of the hot dogs were doing a number on my stomach... poor little perv.
I bent over so we were face to face, I only patted my belly and let it rip.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRPP
This one felt specially good, as it rumbled deep within the depths of my stomach. What was even better? Watching this perv cry and gag by the smell. Lucky it wasn't on my face.
*COUGH* *COUGH*
All of the guys laughed, mocking the perv as he had to endure my gas.
"Good one." Said Sal. "Now watch the boss." Sal took my place in front of him and started to swallow air. He swallowed very deep, and forced out a NASTY ROAR on this guy's face:
BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOOOO9OOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!
I swear I could even see this guy's hair blowing, as he GAGGED on this cloud of gas. Sal finished by blowing the nasty bits on his face and grabbing the guys head.
"Take a big whiff of that you little perv." He said with a smirk while the guy gagged in his hands.
"Wow, you are totally owning him!" I say in admiration. It's nice to see that whimp be put in place.
"That's how you gotta do, Drew. No mercy, c'mon!" Sal says, patting my back.
I had to do something bold. My guys were starting to stir up, so I had an idea. I picked some of the pictures the guy was carrying and held one that was showcasing a guy's pecs and pits. I took my shirt off and I could catch the guy thirstily looking at my muscles. He was really a perv.
"So, taking pictures only? Why don't you get a taste of those up close?" I mock, grabbing the guy's head and burrying on my pits. The smell was unbearable, almost as bad as my gas, cause I saw the guy trying to get free.
"LET ME GO!" He screams into my pits while I rub all of my sweat on his face. I wouldn't let this guy go this easily.
"Let go? Oh, I will let something go!" I taunt him as I pick him off my pits, and when he thinks he will take a breath of fresh air...
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPP!!
Damn right, that was so nasty. He took it all right on his face, all the stink, even the bits of food leaving my mouth because of the force of the gas. This guy was in true hell.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA" All of the guys boomed in laughter, I think they liked my display of dominance. With a glimpse, I catched Sal winking to Josh in approval.
*COUGH* *COUGH* *COUGH*
"YOU GUYS... *COUGH* ARE GONNA PAY FOR IT!" The whimp tries to say while he gags on my stink.
I see Sal doing the same as me and picked the first picture he could find. "Oh, look at this!" He showcased the picture to everyone. "It's my ass!" They all laughed. "Nice pic, perv, since you wanted to see it so bad, I'll let you have a nice cheekful of my buns." Sal said, teasing. He indeed had a very nice ass, toned, round and bubbly, almost eating his shorts.
Sal turned around and bent over the perv's face.
"NO! NO! NO! I know what you are going to do, please! I won't do this anymore!" The perv begs, while Sal's huge cheeks are only an inch of his face.
"Do you know what I'm going to do? But I was only showing you the ass you wanted to see so bad..." Sal smirks. "Take a look on it... I know you want to..." Sal jiggles his ass a little, and the perv is almost hypnotized by it. "Bury your face in it..." Sal says, and he does it.
All of the guys grimace as the perv goes face-first on Sal's ass, and with a smirk, he says:
"I guess you really knew what I was going to do, perv." Sal says, grabbing the back of his head and really making he go deep in it.
"NO-" The perv was about to say, but it was a really bad idea to open his mouth...
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!
The deepest, loudest and nastiest fart I've ever heard. Sal was red for forcing it, scrunching his face to get all of the stink out. And it was a LOT, of stink. Some guys opened the window and others even ran. When Sal was finished, he
"Aaaah, enjoy that, perv" he sighs in relief as he gets up. The little guy's situation wasn't good. His face was sweaty and squashed as he passed out, and his eyebrows were gone by the brunt of the gas, Sal completely destroyed this guy. Sal looked behind and laughed: "Oops."
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" that ensured laughter from all the room. Josh, Sal and Jongho approached me where the air was fresh.
"Very good." Sal says.
"Good? That was AWESOME!" I answer in enthusiasm. "But... I didn't win."
"Don't worry, you captured the spirit and put that creep on his place. That will make you as good as we are. For me, you are in, but Josh gets the next task. Haha, try not to die." Sal says proud of me, leaving chills up my spine.
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They said I should be careful, but I don't think there is any challenge I couldn't beat at this point. But there was he, Josh was waiting me outside the house in his car. I don't know much about those but it looks expensive. He really got it all, all the girls, the looks, the frat, the team, this car, a total bastard. How I wanted to be like him.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"To your final task." He answered.
It was late at night in a stranger car, he was certainly up to no good, but I kept quiety all the way. He was taking a familiar path, if I'm not mistaken... to the local library.
"Library? You know I don't fear math like you guys do, right?" I ask.
"That's what we'll see, ex-nerd. Stop making questions and follow me." He answered sharply.
I followed, and we came in. It was totally empty, only a few lights on, I don't even know how he had access to that.
"Now hear me out. There's your nerdy friend, if you can bully him, you're one of us. If not, I will take care of you both." Josh threatens.
I pondered. George was really my friend, and I'm finally like this because of him. But all I wanted was this power, force, can't go soft now, I have to-
WHACK
"Ouch, what was that for?" I ask Josh as he smacks my head.
"Stop thinking, will you go or not?"
I just make my head tall again, and approach that poor nerd.
"Want some studying tips?" I smack my hand on his table and have a seat.
He gasps. "Andrew... so you're one of them now. After betraying me. Never thought you were this jerk. What are you hear for? Flaunt your muscles?"
"Actually..." I take my shirt off and start bouncing my pecs, display my huge biceps, and my ripped abs. "And I got more..." I turn around and showcase my back and blades. I can hear Josh laughing from afar, as George is pissed in front of me.
"That formula was only for making you muscular, not idiot! Stop that!" George snaps. "What now? Wet willies? Wedgies? Stinkfaces? Youre a dissap-"
"Since you are asking for it..." I say as I drench my finger in saliva and rub it deep in his ear.
"DISGUSTING!" He grimaces as he has to suffer from my wet willy. I had enough of George's drama. Gosh, now I understand why they bully these nerds. They are so annoying!
"STOP!" He complained.
"Hmm, wet willy... check. So next, you were saying wedgies, right? Now here we go!" I say as I yank his underwear up with full force.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!" He SCREAMS in pain as his underwear is snatching his parts down there.
"I WILL GET MY REVENGE ANDREW! I WILL FIND A WAY TO TRANSFORM YOU BACK!" He threats. He can try haha.
I drop him on the ground and he catches his breath, red from all the pain.
"By the way, it's Drew now, nerd." I turn around and bend over. Those hot dogs and that food are still making a number on my stomach, and since he asked for a stinkface...
"Incoming..." I grab the back of his head and bury into my butt. I can feel my cheeks molding over his face, and his screams are muffled by my now fat ass. This is the life. I grunt and push, and then... boom.
PBPBPBPBPPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
I force out a CRUEL fart right on his face. It rumbled and echoed through the halls for a long time, and I held his head so he could get the most stink out of it.
"Aaaaah, get a taste of your formula, George, thanks." I mock as I leave him gagging there.
"Am I in?" I approach Josh as he was proudly watching everything.
"Welcome to the frat, Drew!"
Sorry for the long wait, guys. Finally, the chapter I promised with the Jock you chose in the poll is here. _______________________________
Could you make one for Nick Jonas on the backstage series?
Backstage - Nick Jonas
When I heard about the new Jonas Brothers Tour, I knew it was the perfect opportunity to meet Nick. I scrolled through videos, and they were as fine as ever, specially him, so when they came to my city, I had to get the tickets.
The day of the concert came and of course I watched, all of them looked hot. Tight leather pants, pits out, the lights reflecting the drops of sweat, hypnotizing. When the concert ended, chaos followed them back to the hotel, so I took advantage of that to sneak in.
Luckily the window for his room was open, so I hid, waiting for him to come in. I heard footsteps and laughter, must be him and his brothers, then the door opened.
"Gosh, I'm so TIRED." It was Nick, my heart almost stopped. I could see through the crevices of the closet. He took his shirt off and sat on his bed, his hairy chest bare, all sweaty from the concert.
He got up and opened the closet where I was, and he jumped. "Who the fuck are you?! I'll call security!" The only thing I could focus on was how his guns flexed when he was talking mad at me.
"Uhm... Nick... I'm a big fan, could you give an autog-" I was about to say, when he cut me off.
"I was about to call security, but you seem like those inoffensive fags... How about you lick the sweat off me first?" Nick says, showcasing his sweaty and hairy pits for me, and it had a strong odor... strong as the manly man he is.
I couldn't resist and lost no time: I burried my face on his left pit and started to lick. The hair on it tickled my tongue and the salty taste of his sweaty covered my whole face, while the strong B.O overpowered my senses.
I felt his hand on the back of my head pressing me further into his pits, while I heard from afar: "That's right... lick it clean, faggot." He mocked while I did the same job. He might thought that he was humiliating me, but little did he know that I was having the time of my life.
When he felt my job was done on the left, he roughly pushed my face into his right pit. "You are not leaving til both are clean, haha." He mocked while I did the same job. I was liking it, but his pits were so ripe that I was slowly losing my senses, getting on my knees.
"Haha, too much for you, stupid sissy?" He taunted while towered over me. "Why don't you try a dose of this, then?" Nick turned around and revelad his plump jean-clad ass, that I was oogling on the whole concert.
"Been holding that since the beginning of the show... HNNNGG"
PBBBPBPBPBPBPBPPBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBPBPBPBPBPBPBPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPBBBBBBBBBBTTTTTRRTTT!!
I could notice it was stuck, cause he forced it out and it came really deep and loud, lasting for more than I could handle. While the fart exploded and rumbled on my face, I slowly passed out, only hearing his laughter in the end.
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I'll be posting mini stories like this about a crazy fan who discovers his idols are gassy hogs. You guys can suggest me who should I do next.
Backstage - Noah Centineo
Finally Noah was making a new movie, so I sneaked my way in his dressing room. All the team was filming right now so I'm hidden waiting for him to come back.
Suddenly I heard heavy steps and the door opened with a loud bang.
"I shouldn't have eaten th-" Noah came in and shut the door behind, holding his belly, saying this when I cut him off.
"NOAH! I'm a big fan, can I get an autograph?" I even brought a pen and a DVD of my favorite movie.
Noah looked perplex, but he grinned and said: "Sure... only if you get on your knees and closer your eyes"
Uhmm? I asked for an autograph, does he thinks I'm some kind of groupie? But I obeyed.
When I closed my eyes, soon I felt something warm and heavy on my face. I opened my eyes and couldn't see nothing! I was being squashed by his ass.
"Here is your autograph... HNNGG" Noah grunted and I could feel his cheeks flexing and his crack kissing my face, and then...
PPPPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!
A putrid, long a deep fart. A monster, right on my face, I guess he needed to go to the bathroom, instead he used me as his toilet! I could only cough and gag, while my vision slowly blackened, that's how strong it was...
"Creep..." I faintly heard Noah say as I passed out... I think I will never shower again, so I can keep his smell as my autograph.
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I'll be posting mini stories like this about a crazy fan who discovers his idols are gassy hogs. You guys can suggest me who should I do next.
Would you like a gassy ;
- a gassy twink,
- a gassy biker boy (more typical)
- a gassy preppy
A gassy biker boy, I think?
Although, I like when preppy guys break expectations and turn out to be gross too.
The Jock Formula - 1.2
FLASHBACK
Andrew had complicated days before. Wedgies, wet willies and swirlies were the tip of the iceberg of all the torture he had to endure, he thought after school things would get better, but studying on the same campus with the most gross frat ever was a challenge, and being an easy target was even worse, nor his flail arms or his whimp friends could help him out.
That's why George came up with the 'jock formula', there was no escape. But his research led to peculiar ingredients, some were easy to find, but others…
George had the brilliant idea to sneak in the locker room and collect some of their sweat, but they were having a match, so all of the gear was being used, and the sweat was being produced.
"I have been observing them for a while now, nobody uses this and that locker, let's stay in there and wait for them to come back. They always forget dirty socks and… underwear, but those have enough material to the formula… at least I believe" George planned.
"What if they discover us?" asked Andrew.
"They won't. A football team is loud enough, nobody will hear anything, and… they are so dumb." Underestimated George.
"I know… It's just… if they spot us, we are screwed."
"Everything will come to plan… now shush, because the match is almost finished, soon they will come."
And with a loud bang, all the football team came loud and obnoxious into the locker room. Soon a strong smell invaded their space, too much sweat and testosterone in the air. Andrew observed them through the cracks of the door, all stood proud, bulging muscles everywhere, true alphas... but one contrasted out of the bunch: Josh.
Josh was a true UNIT of a man. Dark hair covered his face and many parts of his body, that looked like it was sculpted by a god: defined biceps, back and abs, his pecs appeared to be made of stone, bulging out of every shirt he put on, while his legs could sustain an empire, huge thighs and two mounds of the plumpest ass Andrew has ever seen. On top of that, he got an intimidating and charming look at the same time, where he passed, you could hear people swoon over him. If the "jock formula" worked, he would be happy to be even a third of all this.
"Alright guys, let's pack it up" Josh's voice boomed through all the room. "Got so much gear that I need another locker."
Andrew spine freezed, what if he picked his? There was no way to run, and being locked with a bunch of stinky jocks was proving to be lethal. While he gazed through the cracks, he spoted George trying to collect some drops of sweat on the floor while they weren't looking. He sneaked a syringe by the cracks of his locker while Josh was looking for a place to put the rest of his gear.
The scene was terrifying. The overpowering lights reflected on the white tiles and camouflaged the transparent syringe, but what George couldn't see is that Josh was approaching, and when he least expected, the syringe was crushed by Josh's heavy feet.
"Yo! what is this?" Josh questioned as he stepped on something. He noticed that the syringe found it's way back to the locker and asked: "Hey! Who's in there?" he complemented with a powerful kick in the door, making everyone pay attention to what was happening.
All of the boys turned their eyes to the locker George was in, and he was in MAD trouble now.
"What is that, dude? Chill" Sal said. Andrew knew this voice too well. Sal was a very famous playboy, he got all the chicks with his 'latin spice', as his tanned skin and eternal smirk were fine additions to his perfect body. One of Andrew's nerdy friends said that his gas was fiery, and burned his eyebrows once.
"Maybe it's just another of the rival team's prank" added Jongho, the new exchange school guy. He came from Korea and quickly got along with them cause he is so good at everything: best grades, top athlete and a very toned body. This time Andrew seen himself, as he tried to share some thoughts on math class, and was greeted with the longest belch he ever heard of.
But his thoughts were interrupted when Josh's threatened the locker again. "Reveal yourself or I'll rip the door out!"
Slowly, George surrended and opened the door. He was even wearing a lab coat, accessorized by his big glasses and slicked back hair. He was truly ridiculous. He was greeted with a choir of laughs by all the sides of the room, George was almost pissing himself.
Andrew thanked God it wasn't him in that place, but George pretty much asked for it. He could have waited till they left the room, and now...
"Oh, look what we have here!" Josh teased, ensuring more laugh by the other boys. "Taking notes, loser?"
"Ugh...I was... hiding from P.E...erm..." George didn't know what to say. He couldn't give away about the formula, but the broken pieces of the syringe on the floor pointed out that he was doing more than hide.
"Huh, I see..." Josh inspects, and spots the puddle of sweat that George was trying to collect from. He connects the dots, syringe, lab coats, samples... He didn't get to any conclusion cause he is too dumb for that, but it was sufficient to pick on the nerd for anything he was doing.
"Were you trying to do experiments with us? Where are those samples going, huh?" Josh intimidates, through the gap of the door, the Andrew could only see his toned legs towering over George.
"No, no, those were my homework... It got nothing to do with-" George was trying to explain himself as he was cut of by the alpha jock:
"Nothing on that bullshit, nerd." Josh said as he turned around. Now he was facing Andrew, the tiny locker that George was hidden was on the bottom line, so Josh started to bend over.
"Why don't you collect this sample?" Josh teased as he put his ass inside the locker George was. Andrew saw him scrunching up his face and clench his fist, with a loud grunt, Josh released hell on George's face.
"HNNGG... PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT"
That has got to be the most powerful fart Andrew ever witnessed. Even if it was inside the locker, was loud and clear, so deep that even vibrated the locker walls. It simply exploded for so long that Josh's veins were bulging out for forcing it, and on a final wet note, his ultimate demonstration of power ended.
"Aaaaaah, god DAMN! That was a monster! Don't you think, nerd-" Josh sighed in relief after almost exploding the room, and is surprised by the sight of George completely passed out.
"Haha, couldn't even that take, loser?" Josh worked up a huge wad of spit and fired on George's uncouscious face, making all of the jocks laugh and high five him.
"King! King! King! King! King" his friends chanted, while they got out of there. One day, Andrew wanted to be 'King' too.
And boy, it STANK. The pungent smell invaded Andrew's nostrils like no other, and he carefully got out of his locker to help his friend. He came next to him and his situation was miserable. But out of all that humiliation, Andrew collected the spit that was covering all of Josh's face so they could proceed with the formula.
When Andrew tried to get his friend out of the locker, he noticed that George indeed pissed himself.
JOINING THE FRAT: THE HAZING CEREMONY Josh and his friends invited me to their frat. I've never been to one, people say that some are prett
What’s a perfect fart for you? (Sounds, smell, and describe your ideal guy)
I love deep and booming farts, specially if it's long. My ideal type is always the hunks, and the feature I most appreaciate is a big ass.
do you know a guy irl who farts around you? describe him!
also, if you could have a celebrity fart on your face, who would it be?
Unfortunately not.
About the celebrities, I love the classics like Henry Cavill and Chris Evans, but there are some other ones like Taylor Zakhar Perez, Oscar Isaac and Jason Momoa.
Will there be some stuff like facesitting/stinkfaces in the next chapter(s)?
Yes! You will get to know more about the other jocks too ;)
While I write the next chapter, you guys can ask me anything!
The Jock Formula - 1.1
BECOMING A JOCK
This scene is an extended part of Drew waking up an discovering that he became a jock.
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After feeling ill, Drew wake up with everything turned upside down. The formula made a number on him, leaving his stomach aching, and everything got even crazyer when he saw that the clothes he was wearing got completely ripped.
Drew got up fast and chased after the first mirror he could find. Without believing it, he saw his ripped body and rumbling muscles for the first time.
His flail arms and chicken legs started to be a memory, with his first move, he flexed his biceps and they looked huge! He felt he could carry ten 'Andrews' with them.
"Awesome!" Drew admired how strong he looked, and quickly gained control of his body. "Always wanted to try this out..." he said to himself while he tried to bounce his pecs. It worked! He laughed as his pecs bounced in sync, left or right, the order he wanted.
He turned around to see his new toned back, and something big and plump got his attention: his ass looked amazing! His buns of steel ripped the shorts he was wearing. He caught himself thinking on how heavy they would feel on someone's face... must be the formula emptying his thoughts.
But the stomachache didn't pass yet. His belly rumbled like never before.
"I might have to relieve myself... HNNGG" Drew scrunched up his face and grunted, relieving himself in the form of a loud and deep fart, the biggest he ever ripped
PPPPPPPPPPPPBPBPBPBPBPBPBBPBPBPPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTFTFTFTTTTTTTTTT
"Aaaaah...that was WICKED!" Drew laughed as he saw his fart almost ripping the rest of his shorts. "But damn, that smells bad." Very bad, he got some facefulls when he was a nerd, and nothing was like it.
Even after the big release, his stomach was still giving his trouble. "C'mon, is it going to kill me?" Drew says as he pats his belly, and that dislodges a very loud and gurgly belch.
OOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURPPPPPPPPP
"I feel so much better, this is fun!" Drew swallows some air, and brings more gas to be released:
BBUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRPPP
"Wait..."
EEEUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRPPPPPP
"One more..."
OOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUURPPPPPP
"Damn haha I'm a master already! Will win all the burping contests!"
Drew never thought of burping contests before, he only cared about his grades, but now, ace al the exams didn't feel as wild and awesome than ripping beasts like those. He couldn't wait to blast, I mean, show that to his friends.
Andrew had complicated days before. Wedgies, wet willies and swirlies were the tip of the iceberg of all the torture he had to endure, he th
The Jock Formula
Andrew was a nerd with all the stereotypes: glasses, slicked back hair, and looked like his mother dressed him everyday. He wanted to change but his arms were to frail to heavy lift, and his chicken legs barely supported his weight.
His friends shared the same problem, since they were the only guys Andrew could hang out. The jocks, popular girls, even the 'woke' group ignored them, they were sick and tired that the high grades and even helping people with exams wasn't paying off.
"What I like to call the "Jock Formula" is ready. I had to sneak into the locker room after P.E yesterday to collect the last ingredient: a drop of the nastiest sweat. I almost got beaten off by Josh, but I managed to collect one." Said George.
Andrew wasn't a top tier nerd cause George existed. Slicked back hair, glasses, braces, and his mother ACTUALLY dressed him. But Andrew was very interested in the topic this time.
"The only thing is that I didn't test yet" George states.
"We can clearly see." Jokes Andrew, getting some laugh by his other friends.
"Always making jokes, Andrew, but this time I think we can get some real results, the only thing is that this flasc contains the amount of ingredients needed only for one person. But its too risky." George says calculating.
"I see, well... you should stop with those experiments, I can only see that flasc giving you explosive diarrhea." Andrew states, getting more laugh.
"Give me some credit, Andrew, what if it works?" George ignores the joke and continues "This experiment could change lives."
"I believe in your potions, only that I don't want anyone turning into frogs. Leave that here so I can help you with the research, so that we don't leave any risk." Andrew says.
"You are right, two heads think better than one." George says, leaving the flasc with Andrew.
All came to plan. Andrew knew that George was brilliant enough to create something like that, but only for one person? He couldn't lose the chance, the ingredients were too hard to find, and what could ensure him that George would drink that first and leave them alone after? The first test should be him, and ignoring all risks, Andrew chugged it down with no remorse, nothing could be worse as being doomed as a whimp his whole life.
Indeed, that flasc got him feeling ill, and he passed out.
Waking up the next day, Andrew thought that all was a fevre dream, and felt guilty of ruining George's work by drinking it, but when he looked in the mirror, shock covered his face:
He got taller, stronger and manlier. Big biceps pumped as he flexed, his pectorals were now defined, his abs covered his ex-skinny tummy, followed by huge muscular thighs, and when he turned around: BAM! A toned and plump ass to go with it.
"Wow... it worked!" Andrew exclaimed and got surprised that even his voice was deeper now, he couldn't wait to get to the campus and show the results!
His clothes weren't fitting now, but all he needed was his pair of large blue shirts he had, that were not so large right now, since it outlined every curve of his legs now. Now that any shirt fit him, he decided to go without it, and display his huge pecs to everyone.
This time, everybody was looking at him, people that never glanced an eye before were now oogling at his muscles, and the first guys to greet him today were not his group of nerds, but the members of the manliest frat on the campus.
"Hey, dude, are you new here?" asked Josh, while Andre was too stunned to speak.
"Y-yeah...I" Andrew was about to answer when he was cut by George exclaming: "ANDREW?"
"Andrew? Why is that guy referring to you? Are you going to hang out with those losers?" Josh asks.
And something shifted on Andrew, now he had a reputation, the team's captain greeting him, chicks trying to sneak their numbers on his backpack. Josh was right, he couldn't hang out with those losers anymore.
"Who the hell is Andrew, whimp?" he asks with his now booming and intimidating voice.
George shakes and say "It worked, Andrew! Why don't you-"
BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRPRRPRPRPPPPPPPP
As George was speaking, Andrew decided to cut him with a nasty and loud belch, it roared out of his mouth, right on George's face.
Josh and his friend high-fived Andrew, while George gagged with the manly smell.
"It's Drew now, loser" the new jock worked up a huge wad of spit and fired on George's face, while he looked up at him with betrayal on his eyes, almost crying.
"Nice, dude! You owned him" Josh says. "Don't you want to sign up to the frat?"
"Damn right" Drew said as his belly rumbled. "Wait, one more thing." He grabbed the back of George's head and shoved into his ass, he lifted one leg to put on a show, and managed to rip a loud and very deep fart on his face.
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
That made everyone around laugh and clap to the new 'alpha' of the campus, as they left the nerd there gagging for fresh air.
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