Posted Sun Oct 8, 2017 | 638 Words | Tagged story jock

mentalaberration:

Ok coach,I got the suit on. How’s this supposed to help me train?

Josh always envied the jocks, with their care-free attitudes, muscles and how dedicated they were to their sport. Josh wanted to be one, but how could he when he barely understood any of the rules of any sports, let alone the body to play them. And to top it all off, he certainly wasn’t a care-free person.

That was until the coach called for Josh into his office. He explained that he knew what Josh wanted, and Josh agreed. He didn’t know why he was being as honest as he was, but he didn’t think anything bad from it.

The coach explained that there could be ways to change, adapt his body and his mind in order to align with what he wanted. When the coach said this, Josh’s ears perked up and he listened deeply to what he had to say.

The coach opened his drawers, had a search through and produced a small packet of something. Then scrambled to his filing cabinet, unlocking it, and rummaging for something. He produced a small box, the size of a cereal box, wrapped in brown paper with no markings to tell of what it could be.

The coach sent Josh home with simple instructions, open the larger package and put on the thing, which the coach was incredibly vague about, and open the smaller packet and smear the contents on his face.

It was floating around in his mind all day, waiting for the moment he got home. As he got to his room he stripped away the paper to reveal in the box a strange blue suit of some kind. Picking up the fabric and giving it a bit of a pull, it seemed stretchy. Josh began to have doubts if it was just the coach making fun of him or something cruel but either way decided to go along with it just in case.

Putting on the rubber suit, he felt the material stretch over him. It felt loose in some parts, but other parts were difficult. It was incredibly difficult to zip the thing up, but eventually, once everything was in place, it wasn’t too difficult.

Next came the small packet. It had a tearable tab which allowed it to be easily opened. Josh gave it a smell before putting it on and it smelt strong. It smelt like a condensed smell of sweat, the smell he usually smelt from the jocks.

He squeezed out the packet into his hands and then worked it onto his face. It felt cooling and refreshing while he pushed it around his entire face. Once it was fully in, he felt a slight sting. He didn’t know what else to do, so assumed it was some kind of drying mechanism in the…. whatever it was.

He felt incredibly comfortable, and warm in the suit. It was long day, so he slipped back on his bed and relaxed. Before he realised he was fast asleep and the suit kept getting warmer and the liquid fizzed away at his face.

Waking up, he felt a kick of energy. His body moved with ease, looking down at his body he looked different. Fuck, he had muscles. He looked in the mirror and smiled dumbly, he knew he looked hot. His face roughing out and giving him the appearance of a cute jock staring back at him.

He walked to his wardrobe and got a white baseball cap, one he would wear and pretend he was a jock, even the night before this happened. But this time when he turned it backwards, it looked right. Trying to think, he felt it hard. His head swam.

He truly was a dumb jock with muscles, and soon a dedication to his team.