Jonah had never wanted to step foot in the locker room. He was able to get out of P.E. class by assisting the track and cross country teams all four years of college. Unfortunately for him, he needed to get the head of the athletic department at the college, the wrestling coach, to sign off on the paperwork he needed. He walked inside after his classes were done for the day one day, and surprisingly found no one inside. “Hello? Coach Barnes? I emailed you about signing some paperwork. Hello?” Jonah walked around the locker room, wondering just where the fuck Coach could be, and the rest of the athletes too.
Jonah soon stumbled upon the showers in the locker room. He had never pictured them looking like this, though. The showers were partitioned, albeit with some pretty low partitions, and there was a name of a jock just above each shower head. Jonah quickly realized that the names were all of the men on the wrestling team. Of course, he wouldn’t know this, but each shower was made specifically for each wrestler’s special needs. Another reason why Jonah was a bit shocked by the showers was because of how high-tech they seemed to be.
Everything was chrome-plated, and there were a lot more knobs and even levers than he had seen in most showers before. “Is this were all the school’s fuckin’ money is going?” Jonah asked himself out loud. He was a science major, and the school’s labs were woefully underequipped, with little to no high-tech equipment to speak of. As Jonah continued to walk down the row of showers, hoping the coach’s office was somewhere nearby, he slipped on a puddle of water. He was luckily able not to get the papers wet, but he did end up inside of one of the showers because of his fall.
As he got up, he heard and saw a sliding door to the shower close. Even though the partitions were low, they were still high enough that escape would be quite difficult, if not impossible, especially for someone as weak and small as Jonah was. He soon noticed that there was no handle on the door or anyway to get it to open again. He began looking at the insane number of knobs and levers, hoping to find one that would get him out of there. He couldn’t find one, so he was stuck inside this high-tech shower until someone came along to rescue him!
Jonah was a bit shocked when a Siri-like voice seemed to come out of the showerhead. “Please remove your clothes.”
“Fuck no! I wanna fuckin’ get out of here! Let me out!”
“Please remove your clothes. If you do not remove your clothes, they will be forcefully removed.”
“I am not taking my fuckin’ clothes off. Let me fuckin’ out of here!” The showerhead soon opened up and an incredibly strong vacuum was turned on. Jonah remained standing up, but all of his clothes were vacuumed right off of him, even his underwear. It was a surprisingly painless experience, but Jonah wasn’t really concerned about that right now. “Fuck!” he screamed, dropping the papers to instinctively cover his dick, even though no one was around or even in the locker room still.
“Pre-wash cycle initiated. Wrestler will be covered in water and lathered up in a nice and soothing scent. The process will begin momentarily.”
“What the actual fuck?” Jonah said to himself. It sounded like he was going to be washed like he was just some clothes! Thankfully, it wasn’t as bad as it sounded, as water came out of the showerhead for the first time since he had fallen into the shower. The stream of water was quite intense, the most high-pressure stream Jonah had ever experienced in a shower. Even that didn’t excite him, as he still clawed at the door and tried to find a way out of the hellish shower. His slippery wet body was not doing him any favors.
“Pre-wash cycle complete. Body wash cycle will begin momentarily.”
“Huh, I wonder what the scent was?” Jonah though, before the body wash was pretty much unceremoniously dumped on him. It smelled like Axe body spray and the other douchey colognes the college athletes and even frat bros wore around campus. Jonah, like most people, hated the smell, but there was little he could do about it. At least he had the ability to not lather himself up! Unfortunately, body scrubbers came out of the wall and scrubbed Jonah’s body from head to toe, making sure every inch of him was covered in the stinky-smelling body wash, even his dick.
Then the showerhead blasted the stream of water again, and the body wash went down the drain. As Jonah looked down, hoping it was all gone, he realized that his body had changed dramatically, apparently in the last couple of minutes! “What. The. Fuck?” he said, as he felt up his newly muscular body. It was now a bit stocky, a body type that many wrestlers had. He had biceps with peaks now and tree trunks for legs, as well as square pecs that still jutted out from his body and abs. He looked pretty much like a wrestler now, and it totally freaked him the fuck out!
“Body wash cycle complete. Shampoo cycle will begin momentarily.”
“At least it’s an actual shower routine,” Jonah thought to himself, although he knew that this would probably have some weird side effects to it as well. However, there was surprisingly nothing sexual or even different about this shampoo cycle, as the shower was calling it. Jonah did once again not rub the shampoo around and tried to escape once more, but the hair scrubbers were doing that job for him, and the walls were much too wet now for anyone to have a chance at escaping.
The shampoo cycle continued, and despite the muscle growth, it seemed to be a normal rest of the shower. However, he was definitely not expecting what the voice was going to say next. “Shampoo cycle complete. Mandatory cum deposit is required.”
“Wait, what?” Jonah said, as part of the floor opened up and what looked to be a fleshlight came out and placed itself directly on Jonah’s dick being turning on and jerking him off. “FUCK! FUCK! HELP! Anyone, get me the fuck out of here! Please, anyone, help!” Jonah then heard someone chuckling, and was relieved that someone was finally going to come and save him. However, it was Coach Barnes, and he had a smirk on his face as he looked on at Jonah in the shower.
“I was wondering why my phone told me one of my wrestlers was in the shower, even though they’re all at a competition right now.”
“Oh thank god, Coach, thanks for being here! This shower is fuckin’ insane, man! It caused my muscles to grow and I’m fuckin’ trapped inside. Please let me out, Coach!”
Coach Barnes chuckled again before responding to the trapped jock. “I’m not gonna let you out, Jonah. You see, I’m always on the lookout for more jocks to join the team. Since my methods are pretty, unique let’s say, not that many actual wrestlers want to join the team. And the side effects of this process aren’t really conducive to keeping the same team year after year. So, I’m actually glad you landed into the shower, however you managed that. You saved me from having to scout another guy next year.”
“I’m, uh, gonna, uh, report, uh, you, to, uh, the, uh, authorities,” Jonah noted, moaning between every word as the machine continued to milk him, waiting for Jonah to release his mandatory cum deposit.
“Yeah, that’s not gonna happen. And the dumbing down process from the shampoo will be happening shortly. You’ve literally been brainwashed into being dumb! Isn’t that cute? I bought this special shampoo a few years ago because the wrestling team was really getting out of hand, and I could barely hold down a coach for a couple weeks, let alone an entire season. But this special dumbing-down shampoo will make sure the wrestlers don’t graduate. Unfortunately, I purchased a dosage that was a bit too strong, and my wrestlers can’t really do much else after this whole process is complete except to wrestle, work out, and eat.”
“No, no, Coach, you need to stop this process. My intellect is tantamount to my being! I don’t want to become just some other dumb jock. Please, Coach, ya need to stop this! Me no want be dumb! Me like it!” Jonah said, as Coach Barnes watched the dumbing down process happen before his very eyes. At the same time Jonah said “Me like it!,” he came as well, blowing his load inside of the machine and giving it its mandatory cum deposit. His cumshot also removed any last vestiges of his intelligence from his system. He was truly a dumb jock now; there was no turning back.
The machine retreated and Jonah noticed that he had a cock to match his new wrestler body now. Well, he looked down and noticed his cock that he wanted to play with; he wasn’t smart enough now to realize what had really just happened to him. The shower then blow-dried him, blowing hot air all around him until no drops of water remained on his person. Then a wrestling singlet was put on his body, the shower helping Jonah to get into it with minimal effort.
The door finally opened, and Jonah stepped out in his singlet, hoping to please his coach. “I see the machine did a perfect job, like always. Your name is Jonah, boy, you need to remember that. You like to hang out with other guys and drink beer, do weed, flirt with hot women, pretty much do whatever they do. You’re a dumb jock frat bro wrestler now, Jonah, and you’re fuckin’ proud of it! You don’t even know what 2+2 is now, and can’t even write your last name correctly, but none of that matters when all you need to do is fuck and wrestle!”
Coach Barnes gave him some additional details to his backstory, like how he had failed his senior year four times now, and was allowed to stay on the team because of how hot he was and how good he was at wrestling. He made sure that Jonah was straight, which he had been even before the jockification shower, and he helped Jonah switch into the classes for dumb jocks, which required them to do stuff like point to a circle on their final exams. No one ever discovered Coach Barnes’s jockification showers, and when he transferred to another college, he set up the system there as well.
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