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Epic pecs, Sergiu Pavlenco
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Jockifier
*Knock Knock*
You take a step back from the large double doors, waiting for a response. It feels weird standing here, you promised to yourself that you would have nothing to do with frat houses when you went to college, but here you are standing in front of a door that says 'Alpha Phi' in bold.
After an uncomfortable amount of time, the large doors creak open. The smell of sweat and weed makes you recoil, but you can't leave yet. Once the doors fully open, you're met with the sight of two muscular pecs. You slowly look up, making eye contact with the jock.
"Hey bro, what's up?" He says in a slow drawl.
He flashes a charming smile as he leans against the door, filling the area with the sweaty stench of his armpits.
"Hey, ughhh. I came to pick up the jockifier..." You respond.
"Sure thing bro, let me get for ya."
The jock disappears for a moment before coming back with a futuristic laser gun in his hand. It baffles you how a frat filled with brainless hunks could get their hands on such a powerful device, but that won't stop you from taking advantage of it.
"How much do you want for it?" You ask.
"Zilch. It's totally free, little man. If anything, we should be paying you for spreading the word of Alpha Phi. It's like, free advertising."
You quickly stuff the laser gun into your bag and get out of there before anyone sees you. Pulling out your phone, you search through your emails and find the most recent email from Mr. Davis, the email that made you desperate enough to go to Alpha Phi for help. It reads;
"Hello, it has come to my attention that you are failing this class. I would like to discuss ways you could improve your grade. Come by my office anytime so we can talk."
Just reading the email has your face turning red. You follow exactly what he asks of you, but then marks your essays horribly. The email was sent after a particularly bad midterm, which was your last straw with this class. But it's a required class, so you can't just drop it. This is where the jockifier comes into play, if Mr. Davis turns into a dumb jock, he'll be too dumb to mark your essays poorly. It's a fool proof plan.
Standing outside of his office, you take a deep breath, trying to relax as your heart's beating a thousand times a minute. You open the door and confidently walk into his office.
He flinches, seemingly startled by your sudden entrance. But he quickly composes himself before smiling at you.
"Hey bud, c'mon in." He says in a friendly voice.
Without even saying anything, you pull out the jockifier and point it at him.
"Woah, buddy. What is that?" He says with a tremble in his voice.
You pull the trigger, causing the gun to start pulsing with light. The light grows stronger until all the energy is released into a bright beam of light. Mr. Davis tries to duck, covering his face with his hands, but the laser hits him right on his hands.
The recoil from the gun pushes you off balance and the bright flash of light disorients you, but you quickly regain your composure. You look over to Mr. Davis, he's just looking at his hands in shock.
He looks up at you, "What the hell did you do to me?"
Before you can respond, his hands suddenly start growing. In less than a second, his hands double in size, his fingers becoming thick and his palms growing wide with callouses covering his skin.
He looks down at his massive hands and yells, "what the fuck!?"
Unfortunately for him, that's just the beginning. His forearms grow larger than his biceps, with veins surfacing along his skin. His biceps swell to the size of his head, stretching the sleeves of his shirt to their limit. His shoulders broaden as his traps rise up to meet his growing neck.
Mr. Davis twitches as his head starts to change. His face becomes wider as his muscles make his cheeks puff out. He struggles to fight the transformation as it reaches his brain, but it doesn't take long for his brain to give in to the jockifier. You watch his eyes widen as his body relaxes.
He starts rubbing his chest as his pecs swell into two meaty slabs of muscle that press tightly against his shirt. His demeanor has changed significantly, reacting with satisfaction to the changes to his body rather than fear and panic.
The thin layer of fat on his belly melts away, turning into a perfectly defined six pack. And the muscles on his back have also swelled to form defined ridges of pure muscle.
He changes his posture as his ass starts to expand, growing thick and perky, filling all the empty space in his jeans. He lets out a moan as a bulge forms over his crotch, leaving little to the imagination. He leans back in his chair and starts rubbing his dick, not a care in the world that you're in the room with him.
As he does so, his legs start to grow, making his jeans skin tight around his muscly thighs. And his feet grow 8 sizes, causing his toes to burst out the front of his shoes.
As the transformation comes to an end, Mr. Davis seems to be too engulfed in his own hulking body to realize you're in the room.
"Mr. Davis?" You ask.
He opens his eyes and pulls his hand away from his crotch.
"Oh... Hey man." He responds, his voice is slow like the jock at Alpha Phi.
"I need you to change the grade on my midterm." You say, trying to sound commanding.
He stands from his chair, now towering over you by nearly a foot when you used to be the same height.
"What about a midterm?"
While asking the question, he starts flexing and admiring his muscles.
"I... Need... You... To-"
He interrupts you by grabbing the jockifier.
"What's this?" He says with a chuckle.
"It's nothing. Give that back."
You try to grab it, but he stiff arms you. His arms feel immovable, like a brick wall is holding you back.
"Jock...ifier, huh." He reads off the laser gun. "I'm sure a pipsqueak like you could use this."
He points the gun at you and pulls the trigger. The light blinds you before the laser hits you square in the face.
You stumble back as you feel your face begin to change. You can feel your jaw widen as an itchy beard spreads across your face. You grab your head as you feel it entering your brain. It's like a fog that's always obscuring your thoughts. You know you're trying to fight against something, but you can't quite remember what it is. That's when the intense urge to relax hits you, why stress so hard about something you can't remember, just lean back and relax.
You open your eyes and see Mr. Davis grinning at you as he puts the jockifier in his back pocket. You look down to see your chest rising like bread, growing into juicy pecs just like Mr. Davis, as a thick pelt of brown hair covers them. You moan as your shirt tightens around your chest, rubbing against your sensitive nipples.
But you're soon distracted by your growing arms as they swell to the size of Mr. Davis' arms, but with a coat of thick hairs. All topped off by hands that are large enough to cover your entire face.
Your midsection grows into a hairy muscle gut that rides up your tang top, showing off your hairy belly button. Your pants stretch to their limit trying to fit your massive thighs and juicy ass, only made worse when your dick doubles in size, creating an unmistakable bulge in your pants. As your cock swells, waves of pleasure echo through your growing body, making your knees weak.
And finally, just like Mr. Davis, you feel a tightness grow in your shoes as your feet expand, eventually bursting out of your shoes as they grow into a massive size 20.
"Being this swole... Feels so good bro!" You chuckle in a dumb voice as you flex your massive arms in front of Mr. Davis.
Mr. Davis approaches you, still towering over you by a solid 6 inches, and puts his hands on your shoulders.
"You wanted me to change that midterm mark, yeah?" He asks
"Fuck yeah!"
"Then you'll have to do something for me, big guy."
He smiles and pushes you down to your knees. He slowly unzips his fly and lets his 8 inch cock spring out right in front of your mouth.
"And after you've finished your homework," he says as he pulls out the jockifier, puts it under your chin, and tilts your head back to look at his eye to eye. "We can have our fun with the jockifier. Do you understand, boy!"
"Yes sir!" You respond without hesitation.
"Good, now get to it before I change my mind."
I would be hard to after spending hours wrestling other studs.
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Bogdan Shemakin
Bogdan Shemakin
This angle dude…🥴
Skullboy990
Skullboy990
Skullboy990
Yes. All the muscle growth