Posted Tue Jan 12, 2016 | 179 Words | Tagged story jock

Yesterday he wore a suit and tie, sat down at a desk all day and enjoyed it. He could barely think why that would even be positive, let alone fun these days. He used to work in that building just behind him. He can’t really let himself remember dumb stuff like that anymore, he is so dumb himself he’d forget where he lived some time.

Office World just appeared one day, gassed out the office and gutted the place. On went the gas mask over his face, pumping him full of jocking gas. The smarts in his head slowly making their way into swelling up his muscles. Whatever left making their way as cum, ready to release.

He came and came, out went the smarts. The spray providing what he craved, what he needed. Muscles, and the only smarts to be left being working out. How to get even more swole and dumb.

He woke up slightly disorientated after the whole thing. His alarm had gone off. For… errr…. gym. Course, the gym! Gotta keep in shape after all!