Why can’t I stop flexing! Please take the hat off! Make it stop.
Come on bro. This is the best part. Look at you grow. See that bicep swell? Flex harder. That’s it. Enjoy it. I know you’re starting to like it.
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Why can’t I stop flexing! Please take the hat off! Make it stop.
Come on bro. This is the best part. Look at you grow. See that bicep swell? Flex harder. That’s it. Enjoy it. I know you’re starting to like it.
Can you believe this guy was a Mathlete, all brains and no brawn just 2 hours ago? Yeah, well that was before we all tackled him and forced him into coach’s program. Now he’s a dumb jock, like us. We’re converting the whole school, bro. Fuck it. The whole country. You ready to get jocked?
Sometimes, if he concentrated hard, he could almost remember who he used to be. His old name, his old life, it was all right there on the tip of his tongue.
But it never lasted - some little muscle fiber somewhere on his body would shift, or jump a little, and it would turn into a full-on FLEX, and his frown of concentration (which didn’t come at all naturally to him anymore anyway) would be swept away by a blissful smile as the wave of pleasure would overwhelm him again, and everything would be back to normal.
He’s ready now. My newest toy, the one who used to be called “Aaron.” I’m very proud of this one, he really makes such a beautiful object. And such a pleasure to train, his thoughts steadily stripped away with each of our sessions together. Any resistance that was once there has been replaced with complete submission and obedience, and at this point he’s little more than an object programmed for my pleasure. The perfect jock, now the perfect slave.
Coach said the titanium necklace would increase his bloodflow. Really, it’s a tool to decrease bloodflow to his head, make it swim, cause a little light brain damage. Meanwhile, the backwards cap with its built in electromagnets will do the rest, erase his mind just like a magnet over a credit card.
When I forced it on to him, It only took two hours for him to break. Just two hours to wipe away every every thought he ever had, every memory he’d ever made, every desire he’d ever felt. Only two hours to turn him from the innocent average joe to my slave. The drugs, the hypnotic conditioning, the buzzing plug and the pumping milker, even the strongest minds don’t stand a chance against my methods, and his was anything but. He was an nothing but an empty shell, and I was looking forward to filling him with his new desires and new thoughts. I can already tell he’ll make an excellent jocktoy.
he used to have a brain, before one of his gym bros put a cap on his head. now the only thing inside his head is muscle and sex. but hey, look at that body bro - I'm sure you'd like to be like that too, right? thankfully I've got a cap right here. no need to thank me bro, just turn off that head of yours and get lifting
Stare into the light Scott. Let your mind just melt away. You don’t need to think anymore Scott. Good boy.
That suggestion laced audio will change you. It’s just a matter of time. Soon, you’ll be a dumb, happy, obedient jock.
Give up your brain. The perfect body is all that matters.
The nerd sat in Coach’s office watching the spiral, and within ten minutes he was already so deep under that he didn’t even notice the injection. By the time he woke up, he was a total jock bro without a care in the world.
Good meeting, Coach.
douchebag aesthetic
Hat turned backwards, just like Prez ordered. The electromagnets built into the rim are blanking out his mind, erasing his old self one synapse at a time.
Soon he’ll be a dumb, drooling, even more gym-obsessed jock for the Frat to welcome, use, and fuck around with. It’s a good life.
Dumb as a box of rocks. Such a good jock.
It only took two hours for him to break. Just two hours to wipe away every every thought he ever had, every memory he’d ever made, every desire he’d ever felt. The drugs, the hypnotic conditioning, the buzzing plug and the pumping milker, even the strongest minds don’t stand a chance against my methods, and his was anything but. He was an nothing but an empty shell, and I was looking forward to filling him with his new desires and new thoughts. I can already tell he’ll make an excellent jocktoy.
A Jock doesn’t need to strip to show off for his Coach.
It only took two hours for him to break. Just two hours to wipe away every every thought he ever had, every memory he’d ever made, every desire he’d ever felt. The drugs, the hypnotic conditioning, the buzzing plug and the pumping milker, even the strongest minds don’t stand a chance against my methods, and his was anything but. He was an nothing but an empty shell, and I was looking forward to filling him with his new desires and new thoughts. I can already tell he’ll make an excellent jocktoy.
The big jock bro was too stupid and naive to think the new equipment at the gym wouldn’t wipe his mind. And yet it did, making him a full jumbo ready to serve and be played with, for head to toe.
they forced him in the machine.. a guarantee of his loyalty.
Sam Noriega
Hat turned backwards, just like Prez ordered. The electromagnets built into the rim are blanking out his mind, erasing his old self one synapse at a time.
Soon he’ll be a dumb, drooling, even more gym-obsessed jock for the Frat to welcome, use, and fuck around with. It’s a good life.
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It was no use. He couldn’t resist. He tried to remember who he was, what he used to be- he used to be smart right? He liked school? But that couldn’t be right. Not looking like this. Not lifting like this. We’re his arms, his pecs always this big? His mind just kept on snapping back to the weights in front of him. The urge that started the second he entered the room. To lift. To grow. To get hot. To be a bro. Yeah that’s right. That’s what he was looking like now. A big dumb jock. Or at least after a few more sets that’s what he’s gonna be.
Toxic fuckboy at his finest
This was your roommate. He just had to go to that frat party though. You warned him, be he ignored your concerns about what happened to guys there. Now he is back, a Phi Nu man. And tbh, so hot you are thinking about accepting the invite he just gave yo
This was your roommate. He just had to go to that frat party though. You warned him, be he ignored your concerns about what happened to guys there. Now he is back, a Phi Nu man. And tbh, so hot you are thinking about accepting the invite he just gave you