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huhu iz gud bruvz, we drink it alla da tym innit

Us bros only drink the best, bro! And thanks to our water boys, we constantly have access to whatever water we want! This water has a few golden side effects, but who cares about your brain when your muscles can be swole? Wanna sip, bro?

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Cocky And Proud, By Accident

Greg's roommate Chris had just begun his 10 month stay in Japan as a part of a student exchange program. In the beginning Greg thought that maybe, just maybe, he would have their 2 bed dorm all to himself. Then he realized he would probably be living with a student from Japan. After all, Chris was taking part in a student exchange program.

But he didn't expect what actually happened. He was assigned a new roommate, who turned out to be Heath Richards, a jock from the football team. When Greg was informed of the administration's decision he just sighed. This was going to be a hard year.

From the moment Heath first entered Greg's room it was clear his new roommate was a textbook example of a college football bro. He was loud - screaming while watching TV, belching and burping, laughing with that dumb jock chuckle. His clothes were everywhere and he refused to pick them up no matter how often Greg would remind him. This also meant that his sweaty smell quickly filled the whole room and removing this stench seemed impossible.

Greg was stuck with a dumb football jock for a roommate and he hated every minute of it. But there was nothing he could do as there was no process to appeal the decision that put Heath in his room. He also didn't have the money to move out and rent a studio off campus. So he was stuck with Heath. And that musky, sweaty smell.

One day Greg woke up and while still groggy and half-asleep, he started looking for clothes to wear. He opened his drawer and took out the pair of boxer briefs from the top of the pile and put it on. He then moved to their small kitchen area to prepare himself some breakfast. As he mixed the oatmeal he felt as if Heath's smell was more noticeable than usual.

"broooooooo" He suddenly heard the jock's voice behind him "why you wearin' my Under Armour boxers dude?"

"What?" Greg looked down and he gasped as he realized that the underwear he was wearing was not his usual kind, but Heath's black Under Armour boxer briefs.

"Fuck, how the hell did these get into my drawer, dude?"

"dunno brah, just calm down bro" Heath just shrugged "ya can wear them dude if ya want, i don't care, i have like 20 more after signing that sweet deal" Greg was about to scream at the guy, demanding he finally take care of his clothes when a thought entered his mind. You enjoy wearing Under Armour. It was a foreign thought, almost as if someone else had planted it in Greg's mind. But it stayed there, and though he was still angry at Heath, the need to take off the boxers just disappeared.

"Ugh" he just groaned "you jocks are all the same" he muttered under his breath and finished making his oatmeal, which he then took back to his desk. He sat down and started eating. You enjoy the smell of sweat, especially after a workout. The feeling of disgust at Heath's stench disappeared instantly, replaced by a slight enjoyment of the salty smell.

Greg quickly ate his breakfast, then got ready for the day. He put on a pair of shorts, a t-shirt and a hoodie, his ass still covered by Heath's UA boxer briefs. He saw the jock sitting on the couch on the other side of the room, wearing only a jockstrap, with his legs spread wide apart, looking at something on his phone. Greg rolled his eyes as he took his bag in his hand and walked up to the door.

"I hope I won't find any more of your clothes in my drawer, Heath" he barked at his roommate as he opened the door.

"yeah, yeah, calm down bruh" Heath drawled in response, then scratched his bulge. Greg sighed and left the room, ready to get through all the classes he had to attend today.

Greg was sitting on his third lecture of the day, still not the last, taking notes diligently. The professor went on and on, his charisma barely perceptible and he seemed to be the only person in the room who was still following what the older man was saying. Then, as the prof was looking at the computer, trying to change his presentations, a thought was implanted into Greg's mind. You have an IQ of 80 and don't care about academics.

He stopped taking notes and looked around. Fuck, how much longer was this lecture going to take? Greg shifted around in his seat, spreading his legs wider apart. The old dude leading the class resumed talking but he didn't really get what he was saying. It all sounded so boring.

An hour later, Greg was finally free of that old dude's ramblings. He looked at his phone and realized he still had one class left. Huhuh, nope, he was not going to suffer, not for one minute longer. And so he left the rest of his group and started walking towards the dorms. His brain needed time to relax after this mind numbing experience.

When he entered his dorm room, Heath was sitting on the couch, watching game tape on his laptop. Wait, how did he know it was game tape?

"ey dude, yer early bro" Heath commented, his eyes focused on the screen.

"Yeah..." Greg nodded, but then he didn't know what to say, he didn't have the words. You speak like a dumb jock.

"dude, lectures were so fuckin' boring bro, huhuhuh" Greg let out a dumb chuckle as he approached Heath and then sat down on the couch.

"duh bro, never got why ya bothered with all that academic bullshit bro, i see yer finally seeing how dumb all that shit is" Heath paused the video on his laptop and looked at Greg. "the only reason to stay in school is fuckin sports dude, ain't no other way to get to the NFL bro" He then furrowed his brow as he looked into Greg's eyes "you play ball dude?"

Greg was surprised by the question and as his brain was processing it, another thought appeared. You are a cornerback playing for the Atlanta Golden Eagles.

"yeah bruh huhuhuhuh, am a damn cornerback" Greg let out another dumb chuckle and Heath looked at him, suddenly very confused.

"shit, i gotta get ya to coach" He put the laptop away and stood up "follow me bruh"

Coach was not thrilled when he learned what happened to Greg. When Heath brought him to his office it took a while to get the necessary context out of the dumb jock, but eventually Coach was able to understand what had occured.

His supplements which turn all his players into strong and cocky football jocks had a weird quirk - it spread through his body and entered the jock's cum. And because Heath was one nasty jock, he got off into his boxers and didn't even wash them. so when Greg put on Heath's used boxers, some of the supplement got into his system and the his transformation began.

Coach was not thrilled, but he quickly , but he quickly decided to use this whole mishap to his advantage. He activated his connections, did some work himself and got himself a new player - cornerback Greg Geralt Evans. A few rounds of Coach's supplement and Geralt would be just as muscular as his best bro Heath, ready to get on the gridiron destroy any opposing team.

And Chris would have to find himself a new place to live after coming back form Japan.

When bros are not working out, they are "bro bonding". That's a prominent and sacred ritual found in every bro circle which serves different and very important purposes, some of which being:

It promotes the physical and mental rest necessary for muscle growth. Every gym bro knows rest is key if he wants to get bigger, and so is avoiding stress. One of the best ways to accomplish that is by spending time with his bros. That, of course, doesn't mean that bro bonding can't also happen during physical activities or environments such as the gym.

It strengthens their bond. By engaging in both chill and boisterous activities with their bros, their sense of belonging with each other is reinforced; a true reminder of the unity of the pack that's often proved necessary during challenging times.

It fuels their masculinity. Spending time with other men fosters a subconscious exchange of masculinity where bros are free to be themselves in their most natural and primal state. This can often be seen in actions such as being shirtless together; engaging in horseplay; physical affection (hugs, arms around each other's necks, etc); banter; flexing their muscles at each other; among others.

It's not uncommon that veteran bros will invite newer bros to take part in their bro bonding rituals. Such invitations can simultaneously serve different purposes:

Friendship: A veteran bro might be fond of or respect the new bro enough to want him to be a part of the pack;

Estimation: A veteran bro might use the opportunity to see if the new bro will prove to be a good fit for the pack (this can also be a subconscious act on the veteran's part);

Mentorship: the ritual can be a valuable opportunity for a new bro to learn more about the ways of brohood through his veterans.

Bro bonding is, in essence, the most fulfilling form of relationship a bro can experience. When it comes to the processes of broification and jockification, bro bonding will not only stimulate the growth of one's inner bro, it'll also grant a bro lifelong fraternal ties that are proven to be beneficial to his mental health.

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Look, bro, I like you, ok… we gotta be quick, I hear them outside the gym doors… I’ve never told anyone this, but I think I might be gay, and you’ve always been nice, for a nerd at least… Coach and the entire team are looking for you right now, since you know too much… they’re trying to turn you into a wrestler too… but I’ll give you this one chance to escape, since you really don’t seem to wanna get jocked, as awesome as it would be to have you on the team. You just gotta promise me two things. One: that you’ll never come back to this school again, leave town, disappear completely, and never tell anyone what kind of operation Coach is running here… I’ll miss you, but you gotta do what you gotta do… and two: that you’ll… kiss me. That’s all I want, buddy. Just press your little scrawny body against me in my singlet and passionately kiss me.

Or, if you really want, and maybe you’ll change your mind for me… you can just give in and join the team? Would it be so terrible? Why don’t you want to get turned into a wrestler? Think about it.

But think about it quick, dude… they’re coming. I can’t get caught helping you. You can kiss me and get away from here, or you can surrender to me and stay here with me and the team, and let Coach erase you and make you reborn as one of us. What’s it gonna be?