You Majored In English Literature?

You majored in English literature?

Are you sure about that bro?

I think you're just really lost.

You belong on the football field, not here in the classroom.

Ever since your programming was completed, you haven't been able to learn very much.

Except how to sculpt your body and mind to meet our teams needs.

Don't worry, we can show you the way.

It just seems an old thought returned for a minute.

Someone can take you back to the gym.

So smart people can learn and dumbasses like you can workout.

"Be careful bro, if you keep trying to look stupid you might end up that way"

That's what his friend told him 6 months ago.

He didn't think it was true. But he had been wrong.

Of course all the hypnosis and chemicals he had subjected himself to since then hadn't helped.

But it was his decision to let his mind go. To replace brainz with gainz.

And look at him now. Sexy. Stupid. Fun. Hot.

What every man wants to be.

And training for more everyday.

Can't stop. Won't stop.

Dumb jocks forever.

Working out wasn't just about reshaping his body, it's also about rewiring his brain.

I'd say it was a shame he didn't know that when he started, but honestly I don't care.

Pushing a new recruit into the gym and molding him into my fantasy brings me so much pleasure that I've stopped caring about their sacrifice.

The fact men like him give up their friends, jobs, lives, and identity to be one heaving muscle bulls doesn't matter to me.

What matters is another meathead joins the stables. More muscles to show off. Another tiny IQ to control.

Dumb jocks rule bro. Who wants to be trained next?

I'm not sticking my tounge out bro.

That's what stupid jocks do.

And I don't want to be a dumb, sexy, horny, jock bro.

Not even a little.

Well maybe a little.

Maybe a little.

Maybe you can help me.

Maybe you can grow me and smooth out my brain.

Maybe a year later I'm taking all the thirsty pictures.

With my tounge out.

And shirt off.

Cause I'm just a dumb jock bro.