Logan Grinned When He Spotted His Roommate Joining Him On The Porch Shirtless. He Now Knew For Sure That

Logan grinned when he spotted his roommate joining him on the porch shirtless. He now knew for sure that his jocking cap had been working its magic on Josh all night. The Josh he’d placed the cap on had been a skinny, pensive, stereotypical tortured poet—not much fun as a roommate. But the Josh that stood before him now had a body brimming with powerful, well-defined muscles, and a dull look in his eyes that showed nothing going on upstairs.

“Bro…” grunted Josh. “Something feels off today. But I can’t remember what… Maybe it’s this hat? I don’t think it’s mine but—”

“—Bro, you don’t really think, period. Seriously, it’s too hard for you. You might give yourself a headache.”

“Uhh… Sure thing bro.”

“But now you’re awake you might as well turn your cap backwards and wear it the right way. And get ready to spend the day with me. We’re hitting the gym first.”

“Sure thing, bro,” said Josh as he turned his cap around.

Logan couldn’t wait to see how much more of Josh’s brains the cap would convert into gains. By the end of the day the former poet might even struggle to utter a full sentence.

Thanks for putting me on the team, Coach, huh huh huh… that training video you made me watch for 10 hours straight, with the weird spiral and the whispering in my headphones, really uhhh changed me huh huh huh… wearing this singlet for 24 hours has made me feel pretty good too… no more thoughts, Coach, unless they’re about wrestling, right? Huh huh… man, my pits stink. Smells good. Can I stop flexing now so I can touch my bulge through the spandex, Coach? Feels sooooo good… huh huh…

Fuck yeah coach, Im so focused on getting in the zone!