#nerd to jock

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The future of Mankind - page 6

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[brundibear]

Epilogue

Autumn arrived quietly.

The university corridors filled once more with students who hurried between lectures with backpacks slung over one shoulder, coffee cups in their hands and heads full of deadlines, seminar papers and exams. The tall library windows let in the cold morning light, which reflected off the long rows of shelves as calmly as it had many years before.

An older librarian slowly made his way down the aisles with a trolley full of returned books. One by one he put them back in their places, occasionally sighing over a wrongly shelved volume and shifting it a few shelves along with a practised movement. When a thin, handwritten diary in dark covers remained in his hand, he paused briefly.

There was no catalogue number on the spine.

Only a handwritten title.

From Nerd to /Champ/ Chimp

The librarian sighed.

“This probably doesn’t belong here.”

Without giving it any further attention he slid the diary between a few books on sports psychology and personal development. He did not check the call number. He did not open it. He simply ran his fingers lightly over the covers, turned the trolley and continued on between the shelves.

The library sank back into silence.

A few minutes passed.

A young student entered the aisle. Tall, thin, slightly hunched. He wore round glasses and under one arm he carried several textbooks. He walked past the shelf without much interest until his gaze happened to stop on the dark covers protruding between the other books.

He stopped.

Tilted his head.

Read the title.

For a moment he smiled.

“That sounds interesting…”

He slowly reached out his hand.

His fingers touched the spine of the diary.

And then he carefully drew it from the shelf.

[bara-du-des]

Jockstrap Fever

I was wanting to get back into writing (especially after all the love i've been getting on my first story (thank you^^)) and I just happened to receive a request that piqued my interest. If anyone wants a story written for them just send me a message or an ask and i'll see what i can do.

Enjoy!

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Requested by @reddarkfox222

Another long day of lectures is finally over. Your face was still hot remembering the embarrassing interaction you had earlier today. 

“At least I can go home now…” you mutter weakly. 

You thought they would’ve grown out of teasing you by now, but evidently the jocks still pick on those they consider lesser than them. And while you’re not bad looking yourself, the combination of being 6 foot and just shy of 160lbs meant you weren’t much to look at either. 

The fratboy jocks thought it would be funny to ambush you and put their used jockstraps in your face. 

“Huhuh, wore that one for a month straight!” “Now who’s the dumbass?” you heard their voices getting further away as they left you lying on the restroom floor.

It wasn’t entirely undeserved, you had embarrassed them in class after asking them questions about the presentation they obviously didn’t write. They were unable to do more than read directly off the slides some poor nerd made for them. 

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Now in the safety of your own apartment you take out the used underwear you “accidentally”  stored in your bag.

“They’re just bodies with no substance, who would be jealous of that?” you said to yourself. Justifying your actions to your nonexistent audience.

Suddenly, your face started feeling even hotter, then that heat spread through your whole body

“Of course, I probably caught something from those nasty jocks” 

Your shirt felt tight. Actually, everything felt tight as you felt your body start to swell under your clothes. 

Allergic reaction? You desperately tried to rationalize what you were seeing. In fact, you thought you were going to die.

Then you felt your clothes start to tear. Starting with your sleeves as huge tree trunk arms burst out of them. Biceps and triceps pulsating until they grew larger than your head. Your shoulders grew wide and round like cannonballs. Your torso becomes thick growing with strength and firmness with a bit of fat making you a solid built tank.

Speaking of tanks, your pecs jut forward, growing into the biggest pair of pecs you had ever seen. The very definition of muscle tits. The rest of your body continues growing. Your legs become thicker than most normal people’s waists. And finally, your ass balloons out with a perfect mix of fat and muscle. 

Feeling the warmth fade, you go to your bedroom and look in the mirror. 

“This can’t be happening. I don’t want to look like some dumb jock! I look like I spend all my time and energy on getting bigger and nothing else!” 

Then, something catches your eye. The jockstrap you left hanging from your bag. Your body moves before you notice. Panic sets in once you realize what’s going on. 

Screaming internally, you pick up the used underwear and bring it to your face. You press it against your nose and inhale deeply. Like an addict getting their fix. 

The warmth comes rushing back. This time it sweeps through your head. You feel yourself being swept away. Your intelligence broken down to fuel the rest of your transformation. 

Looking in the mirror you see your new massive body sprouting hair all over. Then that hair starts to produce an intoxicating musk, making the jocks from earlier smell like candles by comparison. 

Finally, you put on the jockstrap. The last bit of your intelligence drains into your balls, pumping and growing them into grapefruit sized hormone factories to fuel your new body. Your cock follows and grows into a thick 13 inch meat club. 

You don’t remember being anything but this mass of hairy musky fuck meat. Your only remaining thoughts are lifting, flexing, and fucking. And thanks to your new bros, you’ll have plenty of that to keep you happy. 

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thanks again for reading this far. messages and asks are always open for any feedback, requests, or just questions. thank you ^^

[josh150]

New mirror positioning.. what do you think huhuuu 😜

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The future of Mankind - Page 5

[shift-change-shares]

If you've never read anything by PTCardinal, you're missing out. They are an excellent tf author active over on DeviantArt. Last I checked they have posted over 250 stories! This one, Fitting In, is my personal favorite of their work, but I'd definitely encourage anyone to delve into their bibliography, because there is so much there to explore.

FYI: You do need to have a DeviantArt account to view their stuff.

[dumbjockwannabehuh]

The change

After a fairly easy race, Kyle was elected student body president. He had won without much trouble. He was the kind of guy who stayed late tutoring other students, organized study groups, and actually seemed to care about making the campus better. The other candidates just didn’t match that energy. It made sense— the school was full of ambitious, left-leaning kids who wanted to “change the world.” Everyone assumed the small group of MAGA jocks on campus hadn’t even bothered running. They had basically dropped out of student politics. Kyle noticed them watching him after the results were announced. A few of them stood off to the side in their red “Make America Great Again” hats, talking in low voices and smirking. He looked away quickly, not wanting to stare.

That night Kyle was back in his apartment, already thinking about the first things he wanted to do as president. A knock at the door interrupted him. He opened it, hoping someone needed help. No one was there. Before he could step outside, a figure lunged from the shadows. A cloth pressed hard over his mouth and nose. Kyle struggled, but his thin arms were useless against the strength holding him. The chemical smell filled his lungs. Everything went black.

When he came to, he was naked and tied to a chair in a dark room. Panic hit immediately.

“Hello? Is anyone there? Where am I? Someone help me!”

Figures stepped out of the darkness— the same MAGA guys from campus. Broad shoulders, thick arms, sharp jawlines, and those bright red hats. One of them moved behind the chair and clamped a hand over Kyle’s mouth, muffling his protests. Kyle’s eyes flicked from one to the next. The more he looked, the more he noticed how solid they were. How confident. How fucking hot they looked standing there. The thought hit him so hard it scared him. He had never thought about guys that way. But his cock was already rock-hard between his legs, throbbing in the open air. The hand left his mouth. The ropes were cut. Kyle didn’t even think. His hand wrapped around his dick and started stroking like his life depended on it. He didn’t understand why. He just knew he needed to cum. With every stroke, something felt like it was slipping. Thoughts grew fuzzy. Memories blurred. The sharp, careful mind that had gotten him elected started draining downward, pouring into his cock. The more he stroked, the less of “Kyle” remained. Words, plans, opinions— all of it leaked out of his head and into the desperate pumping of his fist.

When he finally came, it was thick and heavy. Rope after rope of cum shot out of him, and with each one more of his old self disappeared. By the time the last pulse left him, there was almost nothing left upstairs.

A big red MAGA hat was shoved down onto his head. Everything snapped into place. He was Braxton now. The strongest fucking MAGA jock on campus. He had new thoughts now, “faggots are weak, I will fix them as the student body president.” “I will teach the libtards what it means to be a real man” America first. Strong borders. Real men. The weak ones could either get with the program or get out of the way. The next afternoon Braxton walked out of the gym with his bros, still pumped from the workout, red hat pulled low. They laughed about how the first part of the plan was already done. Inside the locker room he peeled off his shirt, looked at the hard muscle in the mirror, and couldn’t help snapping a quick picture of himself. Damn, he looked good.