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The elated nerd directly video calling his boyfriend that the transformation process was a success and he’s now one hell of a hot stud and still as smart as he used to be But then, the name “Sam” in the phone linked the transformed nerd (named Paul) to a guy that resemble his boyfriend, but way hotter and named Sam too. Where Sam used to be the short for Samuel, this time, it’s only Sam. An equally hot hunk with dusty blonde hair and a very macho voice. The nerd was shocked to see that, yet after several seconds of awkward smile listening to “Sam” bro-ing up everything, it clicked. It’s his best friend, Sam, on the phone. What Paul smiled widely “Yeah bro, I miss our gym session so damn much. But I’m done here, gonna be there tomorrow morning and later at night, let’s hit the gym together,” Sam agreed to Paul and then as Paul hung up the phone, he rubbed his abs and feel his morning wood begging to be released.

“It’s a success. If someone with IQ 158 can be subliminally and physically changed like that, we can easily change those jocks mind to join the Army,” “Well, jocks might be stupid but some of them have great EQ, don’t forget about that,” “So, any jock in mind to be tested?”

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Robert rolled his eyes as he walked through the mens care store. It was stuffed with vitamins, douchey hair gel products, axe body spray and skinpy work out clothes. Items that the nerdy 16 year old would never use in his life or so he hoped but this was the last store on his application roadtrip and all others had rejected him so far. He really needed this summer job to save up for a new gaming pc. The large man working the counter glanced down at him with humor in his eyes.

“You sure youre in the right place son?” He chuckled kindly before offering Robert a vitamin which he graciously ate hoping to improve his odds of being hired. After selling his case as best he could the man simply shook his head. “Sorry but you’re not ready for this job yet, come back when you are.”

Robert fumed at his casual rejection and the stupid store, storming home to hop on a game. The anger must be ruining his focus he thought because every match he played he did worse and worse as his teammates mocked him. Eventually, he just couldn’t focus on this game, it was suddenly so boring to him. Even his stupid clothes weren’t fitting right.

His button up was stretched out and his feet ached in his shoes. He decided to turn on the TV and turned it to ESPN, a strange choice for him. Somehow he followed every word and got into the steam room talks about whose who in the athlete world. Normally he’d find sports gossip a bore to listen to but he clung to every word, not noticing be was slowly unbuttoning his shirt, letting his suddenly bronzed chest finally breathe. He felt great with the air against his chest, why the hell was he wearing a shirt? His formerly thin chest was now graced by two firm, protruding pecs and hardened abs. The start of his teenage treasure trail was expertly waxed to show off his hard work. Hair only covered muscle. He casually yawned, pulling the shirt completely off and flexing as hard muscles poked out of his darkening arms and his fragile gamer fingers got tough, calloused and thick. Standing up he didn’t realize he was now 6'2, nor that his now size 12 feet hard already torn through his too small shoes.

He lazily kicked off the remains, breathing in the sweaty jock scent that slowly permeated his room, it washed over his action figures and comic books making them sports magazines and play boys. His computer evaporated and was replaced with wrestling and baseball trophies. He grew slightly older. The now 18 year old Robbie grinned at the new full length mirror in his room, showing a bright cocky grin as he spiked up his hair into a typical messy gym boy style. He grasped his now monstrous package, moaning and closing his now dark somewhat blank dull eyes. When he opened them his faced changed and his new pretty jock face was staring back at him, the face that fell man and woman alike to come back after a work out session to ride a real gym machine.

A sudden phone call snapped him out of his self admiration. Shit, it was his boss, he was late for work again. He walked back down to the store, enjoying the glances he got being barefoot and shirtless as only his shorts survived the change. Smelling like the hormone driven man he was. His boss was such a cool guy, he provided him with a brand new uniform singlet and shoes when he showed up and then it was back to work. Showing everyone the body they can get by shopping here he pulled mad sales.

Trevor Signorino by Brent Chua

Fucking Myself, Part I

Picture requested by Jay, Story requested by outkast1728