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Southernized

Southernized

After his last class, Kyle was rushing back to his dorm room, lost in thought trying to comprehend what was seeming to happen to everyone on campus.

He had noticed a few days ago that a couple students in his class had undergone a serious wardrobe change. Where there used to be hipster glasses and designer clothes, now there were rugged blue jeans, button up shirts and cowboy boots. Even stranger they were all talking with a deep southern accent that he was sure they didn’t have before.

Kyle had thought that it was just a joke or some form of social experiment the guys had thought up, but over the next couple days, more and more of his classmates were showing up (by his best definition) “southernized”. More disturbingly, it wasn’t just happening in his classes either, he was starting to notice more and more of his fellow students were undergoing this change all over the campus. Even the parking lots had a noticeable increase in pickup trucks since he last paid attention to it.

It was almost getting to the point where everywhere he looked he would see blue jeans, belt buckles and cowboy boots. At times he would catch himself staring at one of them, admiring the muscled arms almost bursting out of their sleeves or the perfect bulge between their legs. If he hadn’t been so freaked out by the sudden happening, he would have started drooling right then and there.

Kyle practically ran back to his dorm, past a multitude of rooms each blaring loud country music through their various sound systems, he hurriedly opened the door only to hear the same loud music blaring from inside his room. His heart sank and deep down he knew what he was going to find.

Inside, he found his roommate, Tyler, shirtless and almost proudly strutting his muscled chest that Kyle didn’t remember him having. He was wearing blue jeans with a big buckle affixed firmly to his waist and worn leather boots. He glanced over at Kyle and nodded.

“Howdy Kyle.”, his voice dripping with a new southern accent.

Kyle was speechless, his formerly nerdy roommate had somehow been transformed into a redneck hunk. Kyle's thoughts spiralled out of control as he tried to make sense of what was happening, not quite ready to admit that what was happening was even possible. He managed to nod to his now much sexier roommate and make it to his bedroom, where he immediately locked the door and sat down to collect his thoughts, which was slightly harder than it needed to be since Tyler had turned up his music up even louder.

Kyle sat and thought about what he should do next, should he pack up his things and leave? Reach out and see if anyone else was noticing this crazy occurrence? He was too wrapped up in his own thoughts that he didn’t even notice that his foot had started to tap along to the tunes booming in from the other room.

About a half hour passed by before he heard the music suddenly stop and the door to his dorm open and close as Tyler left. He let out a relieved sigh and stood up, considering his options. He decided to take a quick shower to ease his nerves and calm him down. Luckily his dorm had private restrooms and showers.

His shower took him slightly longer than he thought it would but it was well worth it, as he stepped out of the stall, he felt calm and refreshed…that was until he noticed that something was alarmingly different. The sweatpants and t-shirt he had taken to change into had been replaced. The only thing laying on the counter where he left his clothes was a pair of blue jeans with a large shiny belt buckle sitting on top.

Kyle froze when he saw them and looked over to the door, which was still locked from the inside. There was no way anyone could have switched them out. He wasn’t even going to allow himself to entertain the notion that they had just changed on their own. He decided to just wrap himself up in his towel and dart back into his bedroom to get different clothes.

As soon as he opened his door, the full gravity of the situation sank in. His entire room was different that what it was just 20 minutes ago. All his nerdy posters were gone, replaced with those of trucks and a rebel flag. His closet was full of jeans, button up shirts and a worn out pair of boots sat on the floor.  Everything screamed redneck.

Kyle weighed his options. He could try to leave naked but that would almost immediately end badly or he could dress in his new wardrobe and hopefully get out before anything else happened. Seeing no other option, he hesitantly reached out and grabbed a pair of blue jeans. As he pulled them off the hanger his mind couldn’t help but picture his roommate’s tanned muscular redneck body. The thought caused him to pause a brief moment and his dick to swell underneath the towel draped around him.

Absentmindedly he reached down and gripped his hard shaft, feeling a wave of pleasure course through him  causing his towel dropped to the floor. He mindlessly started stroking his dick, fantasizing about his dreamy redneck roommate.

Kyle’s mind snapped back to reality as he realized what he was doing and what he was really needing to do, which was get the hell out of there. He quickly threw on the jeans, which was slightly more difficult than it needed to be due to his still erect and throbbing member. Every time he would touch it he had to force himself to not start stroking it. With a bit of work he managed to zip up the jeans and refocus. He glanced around in vain for his shoes but all he could see was a pair of cowboy boots in his closet. Seeing as how the jeans didn’t do anything he noticed, he figured the boots would be fine too. He sat down to pull the worn out leather boots on, not wanting to admit to himself how comfortable they actually were.  

He took a moment to compose himself, trying to get the tent in his jeans to go away so he could leave. He tried to think about anything else but couldn't seem to do it. Then an idea popped in his head, why doesn’t he just rub out a quick one. That would take care of the surging problem he was dealing with and it wouldn’t take very long considering he didn’t even need to touch it for it to stay rock hard. He slowly unzipped his fly and pulled out his now larger dick. A few moments of stroking was all it took for him to slip back into his mindless fantasy.

Unbeknownst to Kyle, the more he stroked and caused the pleasure to course though him, the more he was changing. While not fat, but he wasn’t skinny either. That was until the fat he did have started to dissolve away, being replaced by the kind of muscles one would have from working on a farm. His arms and legs thickened as his hands strengthened, gripping his rock hard cock even tighter.

He didn’t know how long he had been sitting there but his mindless masturbation session was interrupted by his door being shoved open by Tyler, who had apparently came back while Kyle was in his daze.

“Well look at you, yer almost a proper country boy!” Tyler exclaimed, walking closer to him and looking at him with a cocky smirk.

Kyle had a brief moment of clarity return to him. He realized his body was much more muscular. His shoulders, biceps, forearms, all larger and more defined. He looked at his toned chest and abs. Confusion mixed with excitement gripped his mind.

"You look like you need some help there. Let me give you a hand.."

  Tyler knelt down in front of Kyle. His tanned muscled frame and sexy southern musk sent his sex drive into a frenzy and pushed his worries and fears back into the recesses of his mind. He shivered as Tyler slid his tongue sensually along his cock before diving down on it and sucking it with expert skill.

Kyle was like butter, unable to bring himself to do anything but moan in ecstacy as his southern roommate gave him the blowjob of his life. Deep in the recesses of his mind that small, and now quickly diminishing part of the old Kyle remained. His old self was screaming that this was wrong and he had to get away but the overwhelming waves of pleasure coursing through him was snuffing out those cries before they even began.

His entire body radiated tingling pleasure as he watched as his pasty white complexion began to darken, taking on a nice tan from continuous exposure to sun. He took a deep breath and smelled the southern musk radiating from him now.

  Tyler dove down hard on his cock right as he was pushed over the edge. He tensed up and yelled in a now deeper voice as cum erupted from his cock and into the waiting mouth of Tyler, who swallowed it down just as quickly as Kyle shot it out. Kyle’s whole world exploded in ecstasy as entirely new memories, personality, friends, family… an entire new existence flooded his mind and reality.

  As Kyle basked in the afterglow of his amazing orgasm, he gave Tyler a pat on the head, “Shit Ty, that was amazing!”

  Tyler smirked and nodded before getting up and walking out, “Glad I could help, stud.”, There was a brief pause before he yelled, “Don't forget we were meeting up with the guys and going muddin' later."

Kyle nodded as he stood up. He tucked his massive cock into his jeans and zipped them up before walked over to his dresser. He pulled out a belt with a nice big buckle and fastened it around his waist. He loved seeing the large buckle and took a moment to admire it. He turned around and caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and snagged a quick shot on his phone and walked out of his room, his boots clomping loudly on the floor as he walked out… fully “southernized”.