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Ryder thought he was too smart for a jockification hypnosis file to affect him but he was wrong. After one listen, he was hooked. He knew the file was making him dumber but he didn’t care because good jockboys were meant to be dumb, muscular, and horny and he was a good jockboy.

Sometimes, guys don't need to be shirtless to be sexy.

Make me big, make me grow

Cock and muscle is all I’ll know

Give me a smirk, a voice so low

Cocky and hung, a dumb hot bro…

Ohh fuck yeah

Even if I start second guessing or regretting it, do it to me. Do it all the way. Force me to dumb down. Force me to enjoy it. Turn every point of IQ into solid hot muscle and craving to fuck and flex. Take away all my kind hearted shyness. Make me cocky and carefree. Make me the perfect dumb himbo.

Dude

Why is this guy my profile pic?

That's me?

No way broski

I'm just a normal bro

Going to college

Getting smart

So I can get a job

My priorities changed?

I got brainwashed?

The muscle bros recruited me?

No I don't remember

But I guess my brain doesn't work to well

Just go lift bro?

I'll regress again?

Sounds good

Muscles are fun.

What happened to you in there?

All those big muscles.

So much taller.

That cocky ass grin.

And you keep calling me brah.

Something isn't right.

No one gets that fit in 20 minutes naturally.

Or develops a whole new personality.

Or loses so much of their brain.

Weird things are happening in there.

We need to get you help.

We need to keep other safe.

Find out what's changing men.

Transforming them into dumb muscle bros.

Inside the Olympic village.

Mmm that’s it. Get into it. Kiss my pecs, feel up my body. Not so shy or nervous now are you? I can tell. Losing some of that innocence and anxiety by the second. Getting bolder, cockier with every touch. And mmm… I can see that scrawny body of yours already changing, fillin out that shirt of yours. Moans gettin deeper. Feel that hard average cock of yours growing past its normal size, thicker, longer, takin brain cells without. You’re not even paying attention are you, givin in to the pleasure. Goooood. Mmm fuuuuuck love making a guy into a big dumb hunk. So keep it up, worship these muscles, you’ll be big and dumb too in no time.

Pic: @slaveboy27

With a single flash of his phone everything changed. All of the nerdy poster in his room changed to flags. Big muscles bulged from his body. His geeky clothes tightened into sportsgear. His brain cells burned away and fromed even more muscled. Every bit of knowledge was replaced by football rules. This jockboy is ready for the next game.

Turn the hat around, become the perfect bro

Anthony and the *Golden Team*

Anthony is a man in his twenties, with a gentle, beardless face. His short, neatly styled brown hair contrasts with his piercing green eyes. Of average build, he has a slender but far from muscular body. He is content with little when it comes to clothing style. Every day, he puts on simple but comfortable outfits, oscillating between faded jeans and loose t-shirts, sometimes topped with a hoodie when it is cooler. Nothing in his appearance screams ambition or a desire to stand out; he prefers to go unnoticed.

At the office, Anthony is calm, almost reserved. He works in an open space where the constant hubbub of discussions between colleagues and the sound of keyboards fills the air. The cold neon light and the monotony of his administrative tasks often end up tiring him. However, he keeps a polite smile when he is called upon, and sends his emails quickly. There is little personal interaction in this day punctuated by calls and numbers scrolling across his screen. On his desk, next to his computer, there is always a half-empty cup of coffee, his only silent companion.

In the evening, Anthony quickly greets his colleagues and goes home. As soon as he crosses the threshold of his apartment, he drops his things on the floor. He quickly changes, swapping his work clothes for black sports shorts and an old gray t-shirt that has already seen better days. Settling comfortably on his couch, his laptop on his lap, he relaxes by surfing the net.

This is where his evenings take a particular turn. Lately, Anthony has been obsessed with a strange online phenomenon. On Tumblr, he discovered a mysterious group called *Golden Team*. This group shares intriguing, almost hypnotic stories, all centered on a golden soccer jersey with strange powers. Through the hundreds of posts, he discovers that this jersey transforms the wearer into an obedient, muscular athlete, entirely devoted to his new identity as a sportsman. The concept fascinates him, and he returns to it night after night, devouring each new story with curiosity.

He finds himself loving the stories, imagining in his mind the physical transformations, the characters' growing obsession with this golden uniform. As he scrolls on his screen, he follows some of the regular authors who publish these stories, their stories gradually becoming a nightly ritual. (End of Part 1)

You, bro, yes you.

Coach told us to come recruit you.

No? Oh, that’s too bad, bro, because you don’t really have a choice.

Doesn’t matter that you don’t wrestle, bro. You’ll learn. Coach sees something in you, we don’t question Coach’s vision.

You’re coming with us, bro. You’re gonna take off your clothes, and put on the fresh white singlet we have ready for you, and you’ll transform into one of us.

We can do this the easy way, or the hard way, bro. If you try to escape, we’ll pin you down in seconds. What’s it gonna be?