Tyler Hoechlin, Motorcycle Cop by The Craftsman

thanks to Mark I found a Craftsman story I didn’t know I was looking for!

“Look officer, you clearly don’t know this but I’m Tyler Hoechlin and I don’t-”

Tyler couldn’t believe this! After years of successful acting and modelling, here he was celebrating that success with his new Ferrari, a true testament to all the hard work he’s been through.

Driving around the streets of Los Angeles, it wasn’t uncommon to see a celebrity here and then, and the people loved him, if not for his talents, then his looks.

He knew that he was a sexy guy and so when this old bearish cop comes up to him with his squeaky leather gloves and a cigar tucked between his teeth, he didn’t care.

But when he was told to get out of the car for his rudeness, he was angry. He was a celebrity, he couldn’t be treated this way and he wasn’t going to take this guy seriously, not until he started smoking.

As Tyler smelled the smoke that surrounded him, his eyes glowed blue suddenly changing as Tyler felt an odd pleasure racing through him as he continued to stare at the man, blinking hard and trying to stop whatever was happening as his vision blurred to focus on the man.

“That’s it, you fucking celebrities always treat us like dirt for doing our jobs. Now it’s time for a little payback,” growled the cop as he continued to blow smoke in Tyler’s face. Tyler couldn’t deny how good it felt to smell as he was backed up against his car. “So tell me Ty, tell me how good you are, how famous you are, come on.”

“I’m-I’m Ty-Tyler Ho-Hoechlin, y-you’re gonna be i-in trouble i-if you hurt me,” growled Tyler as he continued blinking, trying to focus.

“Oh nobody’s hurting ya, Ty. That’s your name after all, isn’t it? Ty?” said the officer as he blew more smoke into Tyler’s face. Tyler struggled to even move, staggering and limping against his car.

“N-No, I’m T-Ty…err…Ty…Ty-” Ty grunted at himself in frustration, trying to remember his name as he glared at the officer. “What are you doing to me?”

“Oh, nothing, nothing at all you just look a bit uncomfortable Ty, that’s all,” explained the officer as he looked down at Tyler’s shoes, still smoking. “Why are you wearing size 11, boss? Thought you were always 13.”

Then and there “Ty” looked down to see his own toes ripping through his shoes, his own feet expanded outwards destroying his expensive trainers as the soles continued to lengthen beyond their means and tore through the entirety of his famed footwear. His toned toes were shown wriggling through before suddenly something else encased them.

Much like the smoking officer in front of him, Ty watched his shoes become darker and larger as they turned into the same leather boots the cop was wearing, keeping his large feet stuffed inside.

“No! S-Stop!” growled Ty as he tried to step away but realised he couldn’t move at all, his own feet heavy and stuck to the ground.

“Stop what Ty? There’s nothing wrong with being big…watch,” said the officer as he touched Ty’s legs.

Ty’s jean instantly ripped to shreds as his own thighs began to thicken through the worn material, now growing so large that they couldn’t help but burst from their confines and continue to grow longer and larger than ever before.

The feeling of growing muscularity was nothing but pleasurable to Ty as he tipped his head back, enjoying the raw strength that was emanating from his own new legs as the calves grew against his will and formed an Adonis-like physique far superior than his own.

“F-Fuck! Please! I’m sorry, I won’t be rude again!” promised Ty but the officer wasn’t having it as he smiled to see the remnants of Ty’s jeans become the leather pants he was wearing now.

“Now, now, Ty, I don’t believe you. Let me help…” exclaimed the officer as his hand approached Ty once again. Ty struggled to get away, the smoke making him weaker by the minute.

“No! Not my abs! Please anything but-” The officer’s gloved hand stroked the tip of Ty’s stomach through his shirt and Ty could already feel it.

His stomach bloated with muscle but of a different kind and a different build. He looked down in shock as he felt his own abs disappear and instead feel his stomach growing out as the shirt ripped to shreds down the middle to reveal the new muscle gut, broad and with the perfect amount of fat to make him still big but ripped.

He felt his back stretch taller as the same racing pleasure was now doubled from his legs to his chest, his pecs growing sharper and more revealed as brown hairs started to sprinkle itself amongst the skin.

“Fuck! My abs! Worked so- fucking hard at the gym for those!”

“Aw, don’t worry Ty, you’ll grow to love it, just like this,” the officer explained as he touched the tip of his finger to Ty’s shoulder. Ty thought about pushing him away but those thoughts quickly disappeared as he was almost pushed back to the car with more pleasure than he could ever imagine as his biceps continued to grow and grow and grow even more.

Ty didn’t realise it but he was grabbing the officer by the shoulders and the more he continued to hold on, the thicker his own arms grew, the biceps doubling, tripling in size.

It’s only when the officer brushes them off that they stop growing, throbbing with muscle as the leather outfit can barely contain them.

“You feel so good, don’t you Ty?”

“Please…please…”

“What’s that? Please? You beggin’ for more? You got it!” The officer smirked as his hand went towards Ty’s hard cock.

“No! I didn’t mean- OH!”

Ty grabbed the car, looking down at himself as he felt his cock throbbing like a heartbeat, becoming bigger and bigger with every second, the head becoming bulbous as the bulge looked like it would rip through the leather. One inch, and then another, and then another, each moment that passed by was another moment that the cum was filling up and ready to burst through the dam that was Ty’s mind.

“NO! AW FUCK! FEELS SO GOOD! M-MAKE IT STOP! I’LL BE GOOD! I SWEAR! PLEASE I’M GONNA-”

The cock finally came, ribbon after ribbon of cum flooded Ty’s leather pants and dripped down like a river as it splashed over his own underwear and thighs. A pool formed underneath Ty filled with his draining mind, memory, as his face shifted and he grew older by the minute, his own self faded from reality and into nothing more than a puddle of cum and the Ferrari behind him became his police cruiser.

“How are you feeling Ty?” asked the officer.

“That’s sir to you,” growled Ty as the cum was soaked up by his leather and he stepped out of the puddle, he pulled out a cigar and lit it up, beginning to soothe himself with smoke scratching his own chest “Let’s go, boy. I got a job to do and some celebrities to catch. Time to teach those privileged guys some manners.”

“Right away sir.”

Ty had to admit it, as he climbed into his new police cruiser, it felt good to be a cop and it would feel a whole lot better with celebrities under his thumb.

His new plan to establish police dominance over the men of LA was just beginning, and the people would thank their new chief of police.

A Revenge Fantasy by playernumber37

playernumber37

A Revenge Fantasy

You feel your mouth flicker into a snarl, your fists balling at your sides. You see your muscles twitching under your skin. You aren’t looking in his eyes – you know what happened the last time you did that. Well, you sort of do. It’s like a story you tell yourself, half-remembered, just the basics, and only sort of how it ends. First, the slow creeping numbness over your brain, like fog over the river on a cold morning. The humming, the buzzing, that rises in the same manner. You know that if you let your eyes close, just a little bit, just a fraction, they might slam shut. You might wake up somewhere else again.

The way his words slide in and out of your consciousness. It’s like trying to hold onto a slippery rope, coated in oil. Your hands just keep sliding, even as you fight to hold on. To concentrate on the words he is saying, not just the sounds they make, the way they piece together. It’s so important to fight, to fight it with all your might. It is important because if you don’t, you might slip, slip just a little, lose your footing. Every single one of your muscles is wrought iron, is corded steel. You are not superhuman. You cannot keep this up forever.

The thought occurs, unbidden, a little suggestive, flicking in and out, stiletto-quick: is this part of it? What are the words he is saying right now? Maintain! Focus! Concentrate! So many imperatives, so hard to –

A wave of dizziness crashes into you, and you are faltering, teetering, there in the darkness behind your closed eyes. Wait – when did you close your – are you become desperate? Where are you on the slippery rope? Your breath is so measured. So even. Wait, stop. Breathe. In, and out. Relax. You have this. You can do this. You are assured, you are confident. Your mind is iron, just like your muscles. You feel your muscles twitching under your skin. Muscles are what is important. They are how you maintain the fight against him. You relax. You grin. There’s no way he beats you. Not again. Not with muscles like these. This is what you are good for. Muscles. What’s he saying now? It doesn’t matter that you don’t know. You let the slippery rope slide. You are confident. You are laughing on the inside. You let the tension drain out of you. There’s no need to hold all that energy in your muscles, the best part of you. All that electricity, all that fight. You know he can’t best you, not with your muscles, not with muscles like yours. You flex, just to show him who’s boss.

“Well, you got me,” he says, and you open your eyes, swimming to the surface through what seems like an eternity of shifting colors, black to twilight to gray to blinding white – he is sitting there in front of you, smiling, arms crossed over his chest. “You can’t be hypnotized.”

“Yeah,” you say, uncomfortably rolling your shoulders. “Can’t be hypnotized, bro.” He grin widens.

“And there’s no way I can get you to change your mind.”

“Naw, can’t change my mind, bro.” The words are out of your mouth before you can think to stop them. Thinking to stop them seems like kind of a waste of time. Who thinks before they speak? What’s that even mean? There’s a sort of fogginess. You feel yourself frowning, just a little.

“Aw, what’s the matter? A little confused?”

“Uhhh,” you start to get out, but it’s like your mouth’s filled up with cotton, or is it your head, or is it both? It’s like having water in your ears after dunking your head underwater. Try again. “Uhhh…”

“Wow, it really works.” A new voice. You turn your head to one side, surprised at how much effort it takes. Someone standing next to him. Staring at you, with a weird look on their face. Something a little like surprise, but mostly like they just won something. “And he’s gonna stay like this?”

“He might relapse, but you just have to say his trigger phrase to get him to, ah, recharge, as it were.”

“Or drain his batteries, haha.” They share a high-five and then stare at you again.

What the fuck. This isn’t right. Something’s gone terribly wrong – you fought this! You didn’t get hypnotized, you were strong, your muscles were flexed. You start to stand up, and they’re staring at you. “What’s a matter, bro? Feel a little funny?”

“Uhhh … yah,” you try to explain yourself. I feel dizzy. Faint. Confused. But the words just exist now as themes, as big feelings, in your head, and you don’t have the tools to describe them. You make motions with your hands and arms. You raise one arm from your side and clench your fist. Your bicep engages, your tricep engages. Parts of your lats and delt engage. Your body is a machine which has been turned on, and this clears some of the fog.

“Holy shit, he’s posing!” The new dude is looking at the other dude. They’re both skinny like twigs. Glasses. Smirky. Fuckin nerds. “This is nuts.”

Your mouth opens. “This isn’t me! I’m not this way! I flex, I flex, I – “

They stare at you, for a long, unbroken moment, and then burst out into laughter, laughter that goes for so long that you raise your other arms and flex that one too. That makes sense. Flexing shows you’re strong. Shows that you’re not weak. Can’t be beat. Can’t be hypnotized. Can’t be made dumb. You’re strong in the brains. “I’m strong,” you say, but the brain part doesn’t make it out. “I’m strong,” you try again, and then flex again. God, it feels good. You don’t want to stop. You never will stop.

“What about his classes?”

“Taking care of that now.” You hear typing. He’s on your computer.

“I flex!” You protest.

“Yeah, dummy. You flex. You just keep on flexing, and I’ll just keep on editing your life for you. You won’t have to worry about being smart anymore.”

What the fuck? What is happening? Your mind is spiralling into panic. You are smart. You are in the top level of your classes. You are getting all As. You tutor people! You – “I flex!”

“Looks like he’s trying to fight it,” the second nerd observes, pushing his glasses up on his nose. “Man, his muscles are getting big … how long have you been doing this?”

“The whole semester,” he says. He looks at you square in the eyes. “Mostly while he was sleeping. I doubt he even remembers when he started going to the gym. Work’s really paid off, though, hasn’t it. Big muscles.” He walks up to you. He touches a finger to your forehead, presses. “Little, tiny brain.” He laughs. “You’re right. He is trying to fight it. Let’s just fix that while his add/drops are processing.” He turns back to you. “Bet you’re sorry you ever fucked with me, dumbbell.”

Don’t look at him in the eyes. Don’t look at him in the eyes. Don’t listen to his words. Don’t let him –

“Bet you’re sorry you ever called me dumbbell, dumbbell.”

Don’t – no –

His smirk. His brief, short laugh. His gray, gray eyes.

“Go to sleep, dumbbell.”

The tail of the slippery rope, vanishing into the darkness.

Plumbing Problem by writer-ofstuff

https://writer-ofstuff.tumblr.com/post/182354295843/teen-wolf-tf-story-featuring-stiles-almost-got

Blackout by omnitf

https://omnitf.tumblr.com/post/181913356032/blackout-what-what-just-happened-everything

hughmichelsen:

New Derek Williams story

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He posted another story, and it does not disappoint.

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Thanks Hugh! I’m a huge fan of yours.

Try not to lose yourself pt2: Tyler’s downfall

Tyler’s group had been doing ‘Theory’ as training. Why the army had to do any thinking was beyond him, he thought it was all working out. Either way it had no effect on him, he was too smart and into social justice to think anything of it, it was mostly propaganda anyway he could see through it. Compared to his dorm mate Ben. Ben wasn’t a religious guy but still felt women should know their place which is in the kitchen or in his bed. He would also talk about how dumb feminism and other left-wing groups are and how they are anti American. He went back to his dorm. Ben was probably working out. Tyler thought he would get some needed rest. As he got in, he saw all the porn magazines that Ben had laid out and open over his bed, this disgusted Tyler, he respected women and made sure that he never mansplained or man spread where ever he was. Tyler also saw a Laptop with two earphones plugged in. He thought must have been porn but all he could hear was white noise. He turned the laptop round and put the earphones in. The white noise was quite faint. He switched on the screen and his eyes were bombarded with flashing black and white patterns. The White noise was also creeping up. He wanted to click away as he started having headache but his hands wouldn’t move and his eyes wouldn’t look away. His mind felt like it was being stuffed back into a small box inside him.

“Hehe, Sarge said you would look at it” Said Ben coming in and looking at the now Blank Tyler.

“He also said I get to do whatever I want to you, just as long you can follow orders”

Ben got out a uniform and put it down on the bed. He proceeded to take out the earphones on Tyler. Tyler now realized Ben was now with him, but he couldn’t do anything except scream at Ben in his head. But he saw the big Smirk on Ben’s face.

“Alright maggot Sarge said I get to do whatever I want to do with you.”

“Oh god” thought Tyler

“Time for you join us, but this time fully. Now I could make you a regular patriotic soldier, but then I realized I need a wing man for when I go partying, and well now I got you. You’re gonna be just like me bro, Absolute pussy crusher. Before we can do that though bro, get out of these rags”

Tyler’s body got up and undressed, leaving him only in his underwear.

“Wait no, fuck I don’t want to become like him, stop what am I doing. PLEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSE” Cried Tyler in his head

“Ok now get dressed in this Uniform” Again Tyler’s body fully obeyed Ben while his mind screamed for it to stop. Tyler’s body put on the uniform and like Luke his body began to transform. He couldn’t feel the transformation but Ben made sure he saw it by making him look in a mirror. His feet began growing out into his size 13 boots. He started gaining height until he was 6’. Under his skin it felt like something was there making him bigger. He could feel as his abs hardened out and his pecs dominated his chest. His arms extended out becoming longer, then they became stronger. His head hardened and became manlier. His short hair spiked up a little bit. Ben looked pleased with this new body.

“Well I wish I could cheat just like that, but then again I wasn’t a waste of space. Now Sarge said by this point that whatever I say you are, you become. Shall we begin Bro”

Tyler couldn’t move and stood in place like a statue but inside he was in full panic mode. “No… no… no… please I don’t want to become some disgusting brute that has like no care for feminist or generally decent ideals” Tyler thought to himself.

“Well I’ll take that as a yes then.” Ben took Tyler’s inaction as confirmation, he then put his mouth next to Tyler’s ear and spoke. “Ok, first things first then, let’s start by getting rid of this lefty crap. I want it gone, you hear me, all your feminist idea’s, your anti-American ideals, any socialism or communism that is stuck in your head, it goes.”

As Ben said that. Tyler’s mind started sending his left-wing ideals to the back burners of his mind. He began crying internally trying to remember what he was losing but it was useless, he was slowly losing knowledge until there was nothing left. Although his conscience was still there feeling all the knowledge being drained.

“You forget it all yet bro? Well I won’t know till I reactivate you so I guess next part then, and this is the fun part, this is the part where you become like me” Ben said with happiness in his voice.

“Ok so, you’re gonna be an absolute bro, like me and the rest of the guys, you will become obedient, especially to the Sergeant. You’re gonna love this country as well, every little bit of it. On top of this bro, you’ll want to fuck every fit, attractive, girl. You won’t care about their rights or movements, they honestly don’t need em, so fuck em.”

Tyler’s mind began flooding itself with patriotic ideals and broish personality. He loved his country, he didn’t care what the lefties said. He was devoted now to his country and his bro’s, he worked out with them, partied with them, celebrated 4th of July with them. When he went out partying the goal was pussy, he wouldn’t stop until he got it and he would get it often due to his masculine looks. Only times he didn’t was when they were feminists. He hated them and their ideals now, he thought they should just do as their told. As this new mindset grew, Tyler fought against it. But it was too strong and kept growing like a bubble until it was squeezing the old Tyler into compliance but Tyler continues to resist the pain in his head.

“NO… I’m not going to become like this, I’m nice to women and gentle, I’m a…femin… I’m a fucking patriot that’s what I am. Fuck that’s a beautiful flag on the wall, and on the bed those women in those magazines are fucking ace.” Tyler’s old self was Assimilated into his new self. The old Tyler was now gone, all that remained was a dumb army bro.

Tyler blinked his eyes.

“Awe bro, what the fuck happened to me?” said Tyler confusedly in his new deeper voice

“Not much bro, you were having a bad dream about being an anti-American feminist or something”

“Oh, fuck that shit bro, Love my country”

“I know bro” said Ben with a Smirk “Anyways, Sarge said we should go work out at the gym”

“Fuck yeah of course, Sarge knows best, we do what he says” Replied Tyler now pumped up

Tyler and Ben left to go work out at the gym. As they left the room, they were being watched by The Sergeant.

“Good work, soldier. Two down one idiot left to go. This is easier than I thought.” he said cockily to himself

Try not to lose yourself: Luke’s downfall

‘Ok, so the plan is, go to college, join Army office job thingy, get college money, finish college and then get out of army. Don’t get too involved in it, don’t think about. Remember it’s a patriarchal institution that furthers US imperialism.’

That was the plan me and my bros… sorry my friends had before shit went downhill. Now I’m stuck in this room turning into some dumb bro patriot. It all started weeks ago. Me (Brent), Luke and Tyler. Before we joined the army, we were good friends. Our main chain keeping us together though was politics. We all aligned politically, we were hard leftists. We protested when we could, staged walkouts, chanted for America’s death, did what we could for every minority in existence which was pretty much shutting up and listening because we were white males and full of privilege. However, once we finished school, we wanted to go to college and do gender studies so we could learn more about power, privilege and how this country oppresses minorities. However, we had one problem. The bank didn’t want to give us a loan to pay for it. The only other options we had was two do Manuel labor in our hometown until we made enough money, but who honestly has the time for that shit. So, we were left with no options, until Luke came to us saying he had an idea. He told us that the US Army gives out college money for part time work. Cute little Luke, telling us this great idea, except for the whole furthering US imperialism. It took a while but he convinced us into it. We went along to enlist and then to the base. We got on a bus with a bunch of other guys, mostly bro’s and dumb patriots. All smelly and blind to their oppressive nature. Once we got on the bus that was it, this is where the story starts and our downfall begin.

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It was dark outside and the recruits were all chatting away on the coach as it made its way to the base. Luke, Tyler and Brent had all been split up and were all at different points of the coach. Brent was at the front of the coach next to a very loud group of guys mocking left wing politics and talking about how proud they are to serve, Brent kept silent throughout and ignored them. Tyler was in the middle of the coach, arguing about politics but failing every time, usually Brent would support him but due to his absence Tyler gave up and accepted defeat. Luke was at the back, he sat quietly but found it difficult to resist not looking at the guys around him as he found them all very attractive. The guy next to him introduced himself as Jack. He was nice broad guy, he was already in shape for the Army. He asked Luke to introduce himself, Luke gave in and conversed with the group. Luke fitted in well with them, even though he made a lot of stuff up so no one would know him politically or figure out he was gay, although he felt that the guys were cool and would accept him into their group anyway.

Once the bus stopped the men all got out. Oddly enough though this was a marine base. They were lined up and told to do 100 press ups. The three failed at this horrendously. The rest of the men mocked and laughed at them. Until the main Sergeant walked out and looked at them.

“Dear God useless maggots, getting you into marine shape is going to be difficult. Why did you sign up maggots?” Said the Sergeant aggressively

“College money… and marines we signed up for the army” said Brent

“That is the wrong answer both times maggot and you did not address me as SIR”

The Sergeant walked off and pointed at an American flag

“That maggots, that is why you enlisted. Because of America, the greatest country on the planet, home of freedom and the brave. And you have come to be brave, however, If I am to make you brave so you can serve this country then you need to be in shape, body and mind. AM, I UNDERSTOOD.”

Brent muttered something about how the US was an Imperialist state, the Sergeant heard this.

“Oh, I see, you’re one of them anti American lefty retards. Well I got news for you, you will be broken here and you will fall in line regardless of how much you resist. Now get some sleep tomorrow you begin training”

The men all walked into the building. They were all given uniforms, which they were required to wear. However, when the three boys got theirs, they were ripped and broken. Then they were paired off and sent into dorms. The three were split up, and Brent wasn’t having it, he demanded they be kept together but the marine talked him down. Luke was paired with the guy from the bus, his name was Jack. Tyler with some Pussy hound called Ben. And finally, Brent was paired off with a hardcore patriot called Jason.

The boys struggled in the first week of training, their tiny bodies were no match for the training forced on them. Although Luke kept pushing on trying to impress Jack. Brent and Tyler kept waiting for them to be kicked out, but The Sergeant didn’t want them out, he kept them in and kept pushing them. The other men disliked them all for failing and being anti American. Luke and Jack got on well at first, but due to his political views and his association with Brent, it went downhill. Brent would-be all-over Luke knowing he would most likely fall into the army mindset. Tyler couldn’t stand the misogyny of ben. Ben would talk and joke about his bedroom conquests and also talk about how he hated feminism, to combat this Tyler brought up every bit feminist and gender study quotes and knowledge. But without Brent to support him he failed. And Brent was hated the most, due to his righteous complex which was brought on by his left-wing politics, he put himself above everyone else and the military. He made enemies with The Sergeant, who was oddly enough quite calm around him and the other two, sometimes it was like he was analyzing the group for weakness or potential. Brent would also go on long rants about US imperialism, oppression and making everything a problematic issue.

By the end of the week Brent had fully had enough, he decided it was best that they left, deciding for both Luke and Tyler. However, The Sergeant’s refused to let them leave and instead kept them for a second week, however this time he split them up.

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Try not to lose yourself: Luke’s Downfall

At the start of the second week Luke had been moved in to an alternate group with Jack, who was now talking to him again, but weirdly enough he was talking just about how great the military and America are. This group was getting ready for training, but before they did the Sergeant gave Luke some new boots, which he accepted and put on. The training for the day was running. Luke thought he would fail at this but oddly enough he excelled at it, beating everybody else. Afterwards the guys all cheered on Luke, they started accepting him more.

“Who’s our lil bro” chanted the men

“Come here, boy” Said the Sergeant, Luke walked up him with his head down.

“You impressed me today, I think you deserve a little reward for surprising me” The marine next to the Sergeant held a marine uniform, Luke took it.

“Go put it on and come see us when lunch is over.” Said the Sergeant menacingly, with a grin on his face.

Luke went back to his empty dorm. He took off his boots. And quickly switched his old broken uniform for the new one, he then went to put on his boots. His feet however were much bigger. What had happened. He thought they had grown due to the running and so continued to put the boots on, then he put his army cap and looked at himself in the mirror. A wave of admiration, confidence fell over him. He was proud of himself. However, as he was admiring himself his clothes felt tighter than before. “What? These weren’t that tight before?” he thought, he soon realized that the clothes weren’t getting tighter, his arms were growing, becoming bigger and more muscular. His legs were extending out, growing until he was 6’4, then his shoulders and upper body expanded, broadening out. Two large pecs formed out of this and underneath there were rock hard abs. His dick also grew in size becoming 12’ long. He looked up and saw his face becoming dumber, his recruit cut, started changing, the hair on top started growing out giving a spikey look.

“How do you like it boy?” Said the Sergeant loudly from behind him, Luke turned and to see him and Jack looking at him with grins. He couldn’t bring anger or hatred against him, only obedience and admiration.

“What is happening to me…S…s…s…s…ssSIR” Luke said uncontrollably

“Well I saw how much potential there was in you. I couldn’t let you be wasted by some lefty dipshits, so I sped up your training a bit. You should also start to think more like us as well” As he said that Luke’s head became foggy, he felt like he was being drained of all the politics he knew. Feminist and gender theory knowledge started slipping from his head in to a whirlpool of idea’s which went into a nothingness. He started remembering all the things Jack and The Sergeant said about America, obedience, the military. Those things slowly became knowledge and then fact. Luke also began creating a hate of anyone anti American and anti-military, that included his now former friends. Luke’s mind was now of a standard marine. He lifted his head and looked at The Sergeant.

“You ready to what your told, soldier”

“Sir Yes Sir” Luke shouted back, In a new deeper and masculine voice

“Good, soldier. What is the greatest country on the planet”?

“United States of America Sir”

“who is our enemy at the moment”

“Anti-Americans Sir”

“Good, soldier. Jack you make sure he is fully committed to our cause.” The Sergeant left. As he did Jack and Luke began making out. Jack secured Luke by making him his boyfriend as well.

“one down, two to go” said The Sergeant menacingly as he walked out

A Bad Spell

Kyle always thought
of himself as smarter than the rest of the transformation class that he was in.
The teacher had finally had asked him to wait to answer the questions so the other
students could have a chance at answering them as well.

Professor Hearth called Kyle to his office to talk about his issues. But before he could really get to talking a student rushed into the room and smoke trailed behind him. “We still need to talk. Don’t go anywhere,” his teacher warned, rushing out of the office.

“Dumbass,” Kyle cursed as the
teacher left him alone in his office. Looking around the cramped office he got
his eyes on something he’d been looking for since he’d started this school. It
was one of the forbidden transformation books. He knew if he got his hands on
one of those he’d be able to practice spells the other kids hadn’t even known
were possible. He grabbed it and tucked it into his backpack.

Professor Hearth wasn’t back yet, so
he just took his leave. Even though no one knew he had the book he still ducked
in the shadows and tried to avoid people as much as possible. If anyone found
out he’d taken something like this he’d be in huge trouble. But he’d made it to
his room without any trouble.

Kyle tossed the book on his desk
and instantly starting riffling through it. He knew exactly what kind of spell
he wanted. The girls in class had never paid attention to his higher intellect
so he had to get them something they’d be more interested in; jocks. Kyle found
the spell he was looking for and read it a few times. He needed to make sure
that he did everything right. One small mix up and he wouldn’t know what he’d
turn into. With a deep breath he started chanting the spell. It took a lot of
concentration and he did his best not to mumble or slur any of the words.

The only thing he had to do was
think of what he wanted to be; a big, dumb jock. Well not the dumb part. He was
perfectly happy being smarter than everyone else. It’s just that being smart
didn’t get the ladies as well as being muscular.

The spell finished after about a
minute of chanting and he looked over his body. He could see something
happening. It started with his clothes. The long sleeve button up shirt was
starting to change. He could see the sleeves pulling in on themselves. The same
went for his black pants. They were pulling up around his knees and changing
into something far more comfortable. Instead of a stuffy formal clothes they
looked far more relaxed fit. He watched as they changed into a sweat stained
sleeveless shirt and shorts. A backwards turned hat on his head completely his
attire.

“What?” he turned through the pages
looking for an answer. It didn’t make sense. He was supposed to be a jock. Not
just wearing jock clothes. He found the spell again but for some reason it was
harder to read. “Yo! This is fuckin bullshit!” he shouted.

The sudden outburst gave him pause.
He wasn’t someone who talked like that. He turned back to the mirror and caught
his body starting to change. He could see a stubble growing on his face. It was
growing into a full beard. He ran his hand across it feeling the thick forest
of hair grow even more. “Woah,” he laughed stupidly. “This is crazy.” The dark
brown hair filled his face. He looked down at his sleeveless shirt and saw more
growing across his chest.

“Fuckin A,” he ran his hand across
his chest. Underneath it though he could feel muscle starting to grow. The flat
chest had some muscle that was pushing up against the fabric of his shirt. His
eyes caught the round muscle of his bicep. It was rapidly gaining shape. He
flexed it seeing the dense muscle bounce. “Yeah man!” he celebrated watching it
grow even more. His arms were growing even thicker as the tricep filled the
bottom of his arm. He flexed again looking up and down his thick forearms.

“This is fuckin crazy…” he grinned.
But as he said it he realized it was getting harder to think. For some reason
he couldn’t remember what he was supposed to be thinking about. He was supposed
to do something about something but right now all he could think about was his
body. He wanted it to be big. He wanted to be strong. His eyes caught his huge
body and he had to throw up another flex seeing the muscles bulge out. “So
fuckin hot!” he said as sweat started to drip from his body. He could smell the
musk from not showering after a workout.

It filled his nose. He took a deep
whiff of his BO. “Damn that’s some good scent,” he laughed. In the other room
his phone vibrated.

‘Hey Kyle have you worked on the
homework yet? I’m stuck…’ the text message read.

“Homework?” Kyle wondered. “Fuck
that I’ve got a workout to do.” His eyes caught the book again. “Or…” a devious
grin crossed his face as he thought what he might be able to do with it. He’d
just need someone smart enough to read it.

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How can you spot or defend against the COVERT2JOCK thing? I’d like to know if it was on my files, just in case…

playernumber37:

bodriversblog:

The virus that replaces all your audio files with CONVERT2JOCK.mp3 has never been countered as far as I know. The best way to avoid getting The Voice’s virus is to avoid his hunting grounds, i.e. places frequented by young men who build their identity around their cultured tastes (e.g. coffee houses, record shops, book stores) or their intellect (e.g. board game stores, university libraries). It’s most satisfying for him to erase such identities while creating his dumb jockbeasts.

I don’t know what The Voice looks like, but he often sends his jockboys to do his work. So if you’re in one of the aformentioned hunting grounds and you spot a blanked out meathead, shut off and hide your electronics, throw away all food and drink (it might be drugged), and get out ASAP. If the meathead follows you, chances are you’ve already been marked for conversion, and your days as a thinking, independent man are now numbered.

#Coach’s voice

March 1, 2015.

I’ve been exposed.

This is no joke, guys. This is real. This is the end of fucking days. The rumors are spreading, and the CDC is actually taking an interest. Researchers and sci … scien … uh, you know. (Fuck, that’s embarrassing… and it keeps happening.) They’re saying they don’t know how it starts, or where it comes from. It’s not a real virus, it has no physical presence, it just … insinuates, gets down into your brain. So far, only smaller cities have been attacked. No one is saying this is a biological weapon, but, uh, yeah. Technology, once our greatest asset, is suddenly becoming our greatest liab… um. Downfall.

I had just ignored it, laughed at it. I mean, seriously? CONVERT2JOCK.mp3? Some stupid prank, right? One of my friends must’ve gone in and changed the filenames the last time I was at the café with my laptop. I mean, who passwords their screen? I was only gone a minute. To the bathroom. I had noticed that there were a lot of uh, muscleheads, around that day, but that’s no big, you know, there’s a World Gym right across the street, and who doesn’t need their coffee in the morning, right? I had a big project I was working out. I love to work out. I fuckin love to work out.

Wait. No. Sorry. See, that’s how it starts. Certain words trigger it. Like if I were gonna say … it was so cold out yesterday that I had started to protein shake. Fuck. That’s fucked up.

Guess it makes me sweat a bit more too. Sweat feels good. Sweat means the muscles are workin. Workin out. At the gym.

Fuck. Sorry. See, I meant to type “swear” but I typoed, and then all that. ANYway. If I could just get back to my point …

You know how they say never click on a link you don’t know? That it might be malware, and apparently nowadays all it takes is one click for someone to infiltrate your computer, your phone, your head. Anyway, I’d just come back from the bathroom, and I sat back down with my laptop and my coffee, and I just stared at the screen. My Finder window, clicked to Music, had nothing but a whole array of the same file over and over again. Someone must be playing a prank on me, I thought. Looked around for a friend, or someone I know.

Didn’t see anyone. That was when I made my mistake. I put my earbuds in and clicked on the first file, double-bis, flexing in front of the mirror, flexing is fucking awesome bro.

Dammit. Sorry. The file started playing, and, well, that’s how it started. I don’t really remember what the file sounded like. At first I thought it was a deadlift, deadlift, i mean, fuck, like, broken link, you know? Nothing happened. But then I was suddenly standing in front of the coffee shop, staring across the street. Cars rushing by, over the crossfit. Crossfit. Crosswalk. The gym is my home. The gym. Uh, fuck. Let me –

This is getting harder. Like my muscles. I couldn’t take my eyes off the gym. The gym is my home. It was like one of those spirals you see online, on Facebook, just for laughs, you know, look at this for 30 seconds, then look at this other thing. It almost seemed to pulse, but that was dumb. Dumb is good. Fuck smarts. Smarts suck.

It’s gotta be an associative virus. One word keys into another word. It’s like the virus is rerouting your brain through your vocabulary. Then, like lights on a strand of Christmas lights, all the bulbs blow. I forget what that’s called. Some kind of circuit training.

It would be a lot easier to just give up. I’m not sure there’s any help for me. It’s not like I can just go to a doctor and try to explain that I’ve caught a virus that is slowly (or quickly, now I’m not even sure) rewriting my personality. I won’t give up, though. I won’t. I’ll fight it. But for the sake of experiment, let’s see what happens if I type uh … one of “those” words, on purpose. Maybe if I do it on purpose, the virus will be confused and won’t be able to think straight. Except for lifting duh. lol. lifting rules.

It’s getting harder. I have to be done here soon. I have to hit post, I have to let people know that this shit is for real … you HAVE TO BE CAREFUL or youll end up like me bros. me and all the other jocks.

why would u wanna be anything else rite?

gym flex lift jock muscle lksdafj;lkasjdf;lasdjkf;asbhf;ab4r;basfdl;adjsfs

hey sorry bros i gotta go. its liftin time lol

later

The cap was doing its job. Sucking up brain power to fuel the new muscle blooming across Joey’s once bony pale frame. He could feel his head emptying filling with a new cocky alpha persona, he couldn’t resist, pain turning into intense pleasure as dark sexy stubble filled his maturing cheeks and a thick new piece of meat swelled to life in his shorts. New memories pumped into his head- sports, muscle, sex- and his new bro that gave him the tank, shorts, and perfect cap that went along with it