Nerd To Dumb Jock

Nerd to Dumb Jock

Chad was extremely smart. He was straight and was prettty small for his age. His father was just the dumb sexy quarterback and his mother was just the sexy lady with the big tits that is why his father loves her. They were disappointed in chad for not following in his fathers footsteps of being the quarterback and being laid on sexy women. They always made fun of chad for being really ugly to this family.

But when Chad was at school it was worse. All the bullying would make depressed and the bullies would make him do their homework with no price. All the teachers would even be mad sometimes when Chad corrected them. The terrible thing that would get him bullied was reminding the teacher of a test or homework.

Till that stupid day changed all of it. Chad was starting to get used to being bullied, but it that one day ticked him off. Chad was completely straight and the quarterback named Abe has started a rumor of how Chad was gay. Even though Chad was upset that it turns out Abe was the one that was gay because Chad was in the bathroom and he opens the door to a stall and saw Abe Jerking off to gay porn, now Chad has to keep it a secret or else he will be bullied this life will be ruined.

Chad was confused by why he had told this rumor, even though he has never told Abe’a secret if being gay. Chad went to Abe after his final class. He asked why he had done that at first, but then he just started laughing about how he just did it for fun and even if he told every he was gay they would believe you. Chad became upset and this where his life changed forever. Chad started to tell Abe ”you big shit, fuck you, you are just a big dumb jock, you think your cool for being the quarterback and your just scared to tell every you gay like the pussy you are.”. The next he saw before getting knocked out was Abe’a big hand coming towards his face.

All you now know now that this was all Chad’a fault for what happens to himself. Of course, the first he saw that Chad was in a chair with rope tied around his arms. He could feel the sweat run down his face. The cool breeze didn’t help the heat. He looked up to the darkness. Chad began to become scared as he saw a dark shadow coming towards the light and with every foot step made his heart beat quicker, so the dark creature went into Chad without a chance.

The next thing that happened was his body grew the rope tighten harder as his arms grew bigger stronger and bigger, his clothes morphed big, but soon abs grew on Chad and he couldn’t help but moan. He couldn’t resist the crature making him bigger and stronger. His cock grew bigger and so did his legs his mind dumbed down faster as he couldn’t remember his past life, then seconds flashed as he started to become the dumb jock Abe it turns out Abe wanted his to suffer like him, a hot sex toy that everyone thinks is dumb

The next thing was that his face was growing a soft beard. It was so hot alover he couldn’t resist. He sumbited each time. Submit and submit. Nothing was left for an option. So Chad now Abe fell tired and fell asleep. Soon he woke in his bed next to a hot Female he looked at her and it turns out Abe was gay and he looked at the girl as it faded awayed to become a hot sweaty masking man. It turns out some of him changed, but not all. But his curse was that he would be dumber then Abe and now he has to face the difficult of wearing a shirt that said dumb jock and so did all his shirts and he wasn’t aloud to gain any knowledge.

But let’s just say he has muscle and all the dudes right?

Gearing Up!

--- Originally posted by ZacharyEverlust@DA on 2014-11-07 ---

"Dude seriously, you rock!" I smiled, him getting me the limited edition "Rock You" headband of Sol Badguy was the greatest present he could ever gave me.

"Haha no problem man!" He smiled, Zach was an awesome guy despite being slightly peculiar in his obsession with his "stories", I never got to read them much...although some of them were quite interesting.

Ring Ring Ring!

"There goes the bell! See ya later Sean!" He made his way off to his lesson, literature of course. Leaving me to well...suffer, after all, it's P.E. I was never one to exercise frequently, although I managed to keep moderately fit, the rest of the jocks in my class ace the lesson in flying colours. Why do you ask I am in the same class as jocks? I don't know? Maybe its cause my Science is so poorly done that I'm classified with them.

Oh damn it, I'm going to be late...

I quickly changed into a white tee and blue jeans as I made my way to the school's outdo-

"You're late Sean Baker." The Coach humbly replied, and whenever she spouted words so gently like that, it means that someone's in trouble. And it's me.

"You know the drill right?" She smiled, whoever is late by more than five minutes have to run 2 laps around the gigantic track field or until class's dismissed, and if the coach isn't satisfied, you'll have to do 'make-up' sessions after school. Goddamn my luck. I could hear the giggles and snickers of the girls and the football team as I began to jog, trying my best to conserve my energy by not being annoyed by their taunts.

"Huff Puff" I began to jog, normally I wouldn't be one to exercise, but I guess I'm kind of forced to while the others play "simple" games. As I made my way to a quarter of the track, I felt the cool wind pressed against my skin.

"Huff Puff" I began to jog more, increasing my pace every minute, I'm not sure why but the more I jogged, moving my legs, it seemed to be easier and easier every second. "This...isn't...so bad..." I muttered, not noticing shreds of the sleeves of my tee-shirts beginning to fly off with one large RRRRRRIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPP!. Forming into a large, sleeveless, black undershirt with a white cross imprinted on it.

The Changes continued as jeans began to change in colour, turning a pure white in contrast to my shirt, thought becoming slightly baggy. My blue sneakers began to morph into red shoes that were larger and huger than what I used to wear, but allowing me to run faster than ever.

One Lap completed. I can hear the gossiping behind my back as I made my way around the second one, though I can see some of them having shocked expressions. Could it be because I'm faster than usual? U shrugged it off as I continued jogging, no, running.

As I made my way around the next lap, unknowingly, a belt began to form around my waist, tightening by the minute in order to support my new attire, with a belt buckle with the words "FREE" implemented on it. Finally, as the wind grew stronger and stronger, it began to materialise a jacket, a red sleeveless jacket, wrapping around my body tightly.

As I began to finish the lap, I finally realised my changed attire...and my improved body. It had a tan which symbolised glory and fitness while enough muscles to maintain the image slightly, and enough muscles to carry me around the two laps...without much effort.

"Whoa! You think your superman?" The Coach laughed, pointing to my new outfit which exposed several parts of my body, which in the past isn't a good thing, but now...

A handful of muscle began to show on the exposed areas, as though I've been working out for quite a while. And with today's progress, I doubt it's just the areas that were exposed. I assume that probably underneath the new fabric lies more lean muscle, which allowed me to succeed in today's "challenge".

"No way, your outfit really shows." A bimbo-tic cheerleader leaned on my arm as she continued to repeatedly squeeze, feeling and enjoying my developing muscles of each of my arms. Although they aren't as big, they do have some definition in them.

"Maybe you should join the football team." The captain nudges my shoulder, pleased with the progress and success I managed to accomplish in today's lesson. I guess this weird change did bring more good than bad, good thing neither of them suspected anything fishy going around in my body.

"Alright Class DISSMISSED!" The Coach yelled from the corner as the students one by one went back into the school, leaving the outdoor gigantic field track, each giving me a glance, with the occasional smirk and hi-fives as they left to their next lesson. "Alright...one lesson down...what's next?" I heaved a sigh of relief, good that everything went well just now, I can only hope this lasts for the rest of the lessons.

Reading the time table with my han.... "Oh shit! There's a test today!" I groaned, I didn't study at all yesterday, and what's worse, is that it's my worst subjects. Sighing as I made my way to the classroom, or should I say, my "hell room".

"Alright Students! You may begin." The Teacher proudly announced as every student began penning down their name, while I'm just searching and scanning for answers in my brain, I need a miracle to even pass this paper.

"Crap Science" I sighed, another one of the challenges of life, not knowing that the headband would help me out even further. I picked up my pen with my left hand...wait, I thought I was right-handed? "Well never mind about that." I thought, as I gracefully wrote down my name onto the piece of test paper, having a better penmanship than before. "Sean Baker." I said, as I finished off the finishing touches of my name and began reading the questions. Unknowingly, more things are about to change over time.

Belts beginning to form around each bicep, tightening by every minute as the clock ticked and ticked. They began to constrict the veins within my arms, removing every imperfection and bacteria which hindered muscle growth. As the process continued, his arms began to swell more and more as the snakes continue to suck the fats out of him, leaving only a chunk of muscle that has the potential to grow.

"Gosh darn it!" I continued to write while bearing the weird sensation on his arms, there was only fifteen minutes left and he could not afford to waste any minute wincing or screaming for attention. He began to sweat, his body began to sweat as he oozed out more and more of his frustration and weakness, as well as any flaw or lack of knowledge of the subject. He began to answer the quiz in record time, not hesitating to slam down the remaining answers with his bare thickening hands.

"Phew! I wonder why I took that long. Although wasn't Science my weakest subject?" I thought to myself as I scanned through the paper for any errors, rectifying them before the bell rang. Unknowingly, the more I thought, the more knowledge began to flow into my head through the headband, even more than the basic subject, skills of engineering, building up machines, and even some skills like sword wielding came to mind. Despite that, there was a side effect I didn't know of, Age Progression.

"Pens down!" The teacher suddenly called, startling me in my thought process, causing me to crush my pen to pieces. "Huh?" I opened my left hand, watching the bits of pieces fall, and the ink smudges drip from my hands. Immediately, my hands were tucked deep into my pockets, deciding to sort it out later than explain it to my friends. Not questioning my much bigger and beefier arms despite them being more prominent than the crushed pen.

Everyone handed in their tests to the teacher before leaving, I followed in suit, trying to blend in with the crowd as I throw away the bits and pieces as I made my way to the bathroom. Not noticing my height increasing along the way, up to 184cm above 6ft tall even, rivalling a basketball. "Crap what's going on?" I began to wash the ink off my dominant hand, finally noticing their new size as...wait, huh?

The ink began spreading wildly on my left hand as I desperately attempt to wash it off with water, sadly it was my biggest mistake. The ink caught hold of my right hand as began to do the same as it did for my left hand, it began to crawl up my arm until it just before reaches my biceps. Materializing as the ink remained as deep black while solidifying until it becomes pure, smooth leather. The ink begins to form a complete shape, turning into thick, huge leather gloves with his non-dominant hand's fingers being slightly exposed, and forming finger-less gloves on the right, normal gloves on the left.

"Whoa!" I stared in astonishment, it's not every day that your hair changes, ace-ing P.E. even though your body is above average, flawlessly completing a science test despite it being the opposite of...well me. Little did I know as I thought of those imperfections, the belts constricting my chest, my waist, the ones on my arms began to glow and pulsate over my whole body.

First was my hair as "raven to brunette" was just the beginning of the change. My hair began to grow longer and longer, until it reached the side of my thighs. As it began to twist and turn, tieing a huge pony tail around the end of my neck. As it becomes tighter, my hair begins to puff up wildly, developing spikes throughout my mane until it was like a hedgehog. "Seriously?" I began to feel my spiked hairdo, feeling a sharp piercing sensation. "Ugh, better not do that again..."

The Second stage has arrived as the belts throughout my body continued to constrict, as though they are multiplying in number near the red drape around my buckle and white jeans. My muscles itched, ached, and began to expand and grow.

First were my legs and feet as they began to toughen up, not just made for running long distances, pressing and leaving imprints on each jean, clearly showing that I have well-defined, muscular trunks holding each feet? Speaking of feet, they began to grow fittingly to the shoes I'm wearing. My pectorals and abs became harder and harder along with my nearly fully developed biceps, giving me a really buff look which seemed like one of an extreme bodybuilder.

Finally, the remaining knowledge of...Gears? And...battling? It's as though I've been battling this whole time, as though I'm meant for battle...Huh?

I ran out of the restroom, trying to avoid the crowd and stares (even some drooling fan girls), as I made my way to my friend.

And Of course, he wasn't any help. Despite my various attempts of reasoning with him, he just seemed to "play dumb" and act as though nothing has been happening, I can feel like I'm growing older, with a matured body and face, as I continue to talk to him.

"Dude, you must be imagining things, you looked completely the same as you did since morning." Zach stared at me with confusion...grrr, godamn it Zach! Frustration boiling in my head as I began to age, becoming older than a guy in his late thirties, heck, I sworn that this body was older than that. Although my features said otherwise, I still looked younger, like a bodybuilder just out of his late twenties, or probably less than that. Probably anyone would agree on the second part...except Zach, damn his obliviousness.

"Zach if you are not going to help me, I'm going to leave." My voice sounding deep and gruff as I walked away from him, he wouldn't understand even if I tried responding to him. "Sean I..."His voice trailing off into nothingness as I walked further and further away... ...

...

...Huh? What's this? Where am I?

"Reality transportation...check."

A voice came nearby.

"Transformation complete...check."

It became louder and louder as a silhouette of a man started to appear before me.

"Mental change...not check."

I recognise him...he is the man known as...Ky Kiske...

"Sol! So glad to finally meet you once more." The Blonde smiled earnestly, as he placed an arm on my shoulder and began to lead me away to...where are we going? He seemed rather pleased with himself, and although I would like to interrupt him, I feel like best if I don't do so.

"Welcome Sol, to my laboratory!" Kiske proudly announced to Sol, not caring that he was slightly out of character to what he was portrayed in the anime. "You'll be working here until your adjustments are complete." Ky handed me a sword...wait, what's it called? Fireseal? Yeah it's the sword I...no Sol would normally carry around in his...battles...Wait, what?

"You must feel a little confused right now, don't worry, in time you'll don't have to worry about THAT other realm anymore." Ky replied calmly, what is he talking about? The OTHER world? Does he mean the world I live in, Earth? Where is this place? Why am I here? But I can't, I'm trapped here aren't I? And they only way out is through that man.

"But I..." I tried to respond and deny him, as a last desperate attempt to stay in the human world, and possibly to be normal aga... "Doesn't the sword give you a purpose in life? Didn't you seek for one so badly?" Ky Kiske smirked as he touched the sword, causing my hand to grip it ever so tightly as though it gives me pleasure...as though it's truly mine.

And honestly...I think Ky Kiske is right, with this sword I don't need to be what I was before, it's better that they just disappear over time...and I become Sol Badguy...unfortunately that may never happen, but I will do my best to adjust anyway, as I played the music on my iPod, I continued my training to defeat the man, even if I don't have a personal grudge against him, Sol does not me...but I will do my best to fulfil his duty.

Well, Time to Rock!

Well this isn't so bad, I mean, I used to hate exercising but this music makes it a whole lot better, now I can see why Sol enjoys the queen so much, it allows him to pump iron all day and fight these simulations of Dizzy, Justice, even Ky Kiske himself. He's an awesome guy I suppose, at least that's what I think.

Well it doesn't matter, I'm rocking in these tests, and I've even mastered the fireseal I thought it would be impossible to accomplish, heck, I'm in bullet Heaven. The tunes and jams of the Queen began to replay in my head from every day's work out, it is an awesome band isn't it? Modern Day pop being replaced with The Queen's singles that lasted for over a decade, not like that shit those youngsters listen to is cool to be honest.

Shit, this is getting boring, doing the same routine every day, I think I even caught myself talking back to those simulations. Hell, what can I do? Ky Kiske made some amazing simulations, even with some effort given to him...well what can I do? These battles are wearing me out, it ain't fun doing the same thing every day. Even with my advanced knowledge of gears and the field of science can't really do much when you are bored to death, with only the Queen's rock keeping you sane.

My patience running thin as I fought more...more...an endless amount of battles. Each opponent would constantly blabber about nonsense that serves no purpose, which really ticks me off. Some people say my attitude began changing to one of a rude and cocky individual, as he spoke little to nothing besides making taunts and witty comments about their appearances. Tch, they're just jealous I'm much stronger than them.

Heh, although, I find it more bearable whenever I respond to them and shout out commands when I fight them, heck, it's quite fun actually.

Although, I did learn to actually feel for others more though...I really understand what they've been through. Like Dizzy, heh, that brat said I've developed a heart as big as my muscles. Well I wouldn't...no, I made sure to show mercy to those who deserved better, it's all That Man's fault after all. I may be a Bounty Hunter, but I ain't one to take the life of a being who truly did no wrong.

Wait...wasn't I called Sean? No, I've been Sol Badguy, the one and only bounty hunter all this time haven't I? Heh, I must be dreaming. I used to say I worried about losing myself, becoming someone different from what I truly am, but wasn't I, me, this whole time? I scoffed, a big strong gear just like myself shouldn't worry over such trivial things, and it just gives me a headache.

Ky Kiske smiled, he finally managed to seal the last bit of transformation in order to balance the time and space. Of Course he wasn't really THE Ky Kiske, but rather, just an observer before he is sent back to the real world with the rest of the Crusaders. He laughed as he opened up the portal, back to the dimension of the dimension with the real Guilty Gears, who said memory alteration wouldn't happen with all the band's music he's been listening in my lab. "However even if he tried, the memories lost were like files deleted from a computer. Of course, Sol Badguy didn't even bother trying. After all..."

Can't you shut your mouth for a second, punk? I've got gears to rust.

"And there goes Se...Sol Badguy, the newly improved one." Zach smirked, knowing his plan has been finally completed.

You'd found the tracksuit while looking on Vinted for new clothes, and had to have them. They were cheap too, so it just made sense to you to buy them, and the horny feeling you got just looking at the picture of them was enough to convince you.

A few days later and they arrived, and you were more than eager to try them on. As you slipped them on, you could feel your cock hardening, stiffening in the trackie pants that youd decided to go commando in. You gave your cock a quick tug, then slipped the hoodie on, caving into the urge to wear it without a shirt. The clothes smelled of sweat and cheap lynx deoderant, which youd noticed when opening them, but the scent was stronger now you wore them, invading your nostrils and overpowering all other smells in your room.

It was driving you insane, making your brain fog and lose focus, you smelled like a lad, a chav, and it was great. What you didn't realise, lost in pleasure, eyes closed and hands feeling up your body, was that you were growing. Your muscles becoming more lean, your height increases to a solid 6 feet, and a beard growing in on your face. Your bones were becoming more angular, cutting a hard jawline, and making you have a more tough, chavvy look. A tattoo was forming on the back of your right hand, and your hair was shortening into a cut more befitting of you new form. As you fondled your cock it grew, resting at a solid 7 inches with the foreskin back, uncut. Your balls felt full and heavy, and you could smell the combination of the musk, deoderant, and smell of smoke that now came from your body as well as the clothes. It was overwhelming you, making you blank and docile as it reworked your mind. New thoughts were seeping in, dumber, hornier thoughts, of how hot you were and how much you needed a cig.

Memories were seeping in too, of playing footie with your mates, or running an only fans, findomming pathetic subs and working out every so often to stay in shape. You were jerking off, waves of pleasure coursing through your being, and those waves carried new language, vocabulary, and a new name. Aaron. That's right, you were Aaron. A propa lad through and through.

Aaron came, soaking his, no your, trackies, and headed out to play footie with your mates, and get some booze on the way, probably nicking the beer like the badass you were.

The Locker Room

Owen did not belong in the locker room. It was normally a place that he would avoid like the plague, unless he had to. However, today for some reason Alex had summonded him. Owen had no idea why, but Alex was not someone you want to leave waiting.

Owen hoped, desperately hoped that this wasn't going to be another occasion where the football team pounced and him, beat him and made him feel even more worthless than he already felt. He checked his watch.. It was time. He got closer and closer to the locker room and two members of the team were waiting outisde.

"Hey Owen, you made it" said Brad. Brad was a 6 foot tall muscle mountain. The perfect specimen of football player. Owen always felt so small next to them, the fear must have been showing on his face.

"Don't worry, mate" said Rich "you will love what we have in store for you. Rich laid his hand on Owen's shoulder. Somehow this still did not releax him. Rich did not let Owen hesitate and pushed him straight into the sweaty, smelly changing room.

The room was where the team came to chnage and you could smell it. Clothes, shoes, socks strewn about everywhere. However... This was not the biggest worry of the room because tied to a chair looking very bruised was Alex.. Alex was the star player, at least he used to be. It looked like something had happened. You felt a hand on your shoulder and turned around in panic. Standing behind you was Rhys. Rhys was the second in command, he always followed what he was told by Alex so this scene made you panic even more.

" I bet you want to know whats going on" Rhys said in the most sinister way possible

"I thought i was coming to speak to Alex" Owen replied feeling very tense.

"Well if i had told you I wanted you here, i know you wouldn't have come. You see Alex has been having trails for another team, he was planning to leave the school and take his talents to another team. Coach did not like this so told me to change things if you will" Rhys almost seemed like a super villian at this point. But as he was talking Rich and Brad came into the room and started to strip Alex completely naked. Owen did not know where to look which amused Rhys.

"Since I cannot allow Alex's talent to leave my only choice is to replace him. This is where you come in. We want you to join the team Owen" Rhys started walking round Owen as he spoke.

"How can I join the team? I don't even like sport. I can barely play football" Owen said.

Alex was now naked in his chair. His clothes presented to Rhys. Rich and Brad smiled at Owen as they left the room.

"Because Owen, i want you to become Alex and he will become you forced to live exactly as you do. Wouldn't you like to have a body like his, feel that strong, and feel what it is like to be popular" Rhys knew he was playing into Owen's deep desires. Owen turned to look at Alex who was silenty weeping, knowing his fate was sealed

Owen turned to Rhys and said "how does it work"

"all you need to do, is wear his clothes and when he wears yours you will become each other" Rhys spoke smiling through every word.

Owen put on Alex's socks first. They were clearly fresh off of his feet and for some reason, this excited Owen more. Before he put on the jockstrap he inhaled the smell deeply. He could not wait to put it on. Next the boxers. Everything hanging of slightly Owen continued with the shorts and football shirt.

Owen was now completely in Alex's clothes and the real Alex started to cry. Rhys grew angry at the sight and punched Alex right in the chest.

"Now. You need to dress him in your clothes and you will feel yourself start to change" Rhys exclaimed.

Owen bent down and started with the socks. Alex thought him at every possibility but as the socks slipped on, Owen saw Alex's feet fit perfectly into the socks as his feet started to grow. As Owen slipped his briefs onto Alex, as if by magic, his cock and balls shrank and Owen's new jockstrap fit him perfectly. After his uniform trousers and shirt were on their bodies had perfectly swapped. The only thing missing was the shoes. Rhys had taken his own of and walked behind the new Alex.

"You may have his body, but now I need to rewrite your mind. The smell of my shoe will make you loyal to me. You will always lead this team and be loyal to us" Rhys said. Once he was sure this had sunk in, he removed his shoe. He then picked up Owen's shoes and began to hold it over the new Owen's nose. He left it their until the new Owen's eyes glossed over and passed out.

After about 20 minutes Alex, as he was now to be known came to Rhys was there ready

"Dude... Ya passed out on us, what happened" Rhys said

Alex looked around, felt his body and looked at his hands. Something didn't feel right but he shook it of and said " must have been something i ate". Alex saw Owen laid out on the floor.

"mate, you having fun without me" said Alex as he eyed the nerd passed out

"oh no mate, i was saving him for you" said Rhys as they both proceeded to lay a punch on the nerd. Alex thought to himself, who would ever wanna be like that. All smart and no fun.

If only he knew...