Posted Tue Mar 1, 2016 | 152 Words | Tagged story jock

He was curious about the headphones. They had no wire attached to them, but he was sure he could hear something being played from them. Already without putting them on, his mind fogged up a little. Forgetting headphones could even be wireless.

He mindlessly listened to the sounds played into his ears. Emptying his mind, all of it leaking out of his brain and converting itself into something more useful, jock muscle. That’s all he needed now, more jock muscle.

He kept them on while he slipped on the baseball cap backwards. He stripped of the nerdy shit he was wearing. A shirt? Fuck what was he doin? He’d shred the tiny thing.

Lookin in the mirror as he was abut to pull up his gym wear, he took a selife. Fuck he was swole as shit. What was in his ears? Just a voice telling him to jock up, get dum.