Posted Thu Dec 31, 2015 | 102 Words | Tagged story jock

The team chose him because he’d always jeer at how dumb the jocks were. He was smarter than them. The team knew that would be a was. The cup on his face filled with the smell of the team will take care of that.

He’s resisting the team now. But he’s wearing the team’s gear. He looks like a jock, soon he will be. As soon as he starts sniffing, he’ll soon come around.

The muscles swelling up, nice and swole. His brain shrunk down, not needing any of that. All that’ll be left is a dumb jock ready for the team.