Join Us, Loser. Become A Winner. Join Coachs Army. Become A Jock.

Join us, loser. Become a winner. Join Coach’s army. Become a jock.

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A Game For Bros

Nate and I had always been the same: two nerds, caught up in our own world of video games, D&D, and sci-fi movies. He’d been my best friend since high school, a skinny guy with messy brown hair, always wearing some oversized t-shirt of a superhero. Me? I wasn’t much different. Shorter, stockier, and always in retro game tees. We never got into sports—couldn’t care less, really. But that Saturday, when Nate invited me over to check out a new game, we did something a bit out of our comfort zone.

“I don’t usually go for sports games,” I said as I plopped onto his worn-out couch. The game case for The Golden Army: Rise of Champions sat on the coffee table, glowing in a strange golden light. “What made you pick this one?”

Nate shrugged as he plugged in the system. “The reviews were insane, man. People say it’s super immersive, like you actually feel the game.”

“Sounds cool enough,” I muttered, grabbing a soda. “Let’s see what it’s about.”

Nate’s apartment looked the same as always—cluttered with comic books, action figures, and old consoles. The screen flashed on, bathing the room in golden light as the title appeared: The Golden Army: Rise of Champions. The graphics were sharp, but what immediately caught my attention was how detailed the avatar customization was. We both laughed as we started making characters that were basically us but... stronger, taller, more athletic.

“Man, I wish I was this ripped in real life,” I said, chuckling as I bulked up my avatar.

Nate nodded, not looking up from his controller. “Same here, dude. If only, right?”

Once the game started, though, things got weird fast. It wasn’t like any sports game I’d ever played. It was too smooth, too real. Every movement of my character felt like it was coming from me, like my body was somehow connected to the screen. Nate was feeling it too; I could tell by how focused he’d gotten.

“This feels insane,” I muttered, my fingers flying over the controller as my avatar sprinted down the field. My skin tingled, and for a second, I thought it was just adrenaline from getting into the game.

“Yeah, it’s like... I can *feel* it,” Nate said, his voice lower, more serious than usual.

What I didn’t realize was that I really *was* feeling it. I was changing. My arms, once stocky but kind of soft, were slowly growing harder, leaner, and stronger. My biceps pushed against the fabric of my t-shirt, but I didn’t notice at first. I was too absorbed in the game. Nate wasn’t paying attention either, but he was changing too. His scrawny arms were swelling, his chest growing more defined, the lines of muscle slowly becoming visible under his shirt.

My legs were thickening, my calves bulging as they hardened. Nate’s shoulders broadened as his posture straightened, more relaxed, confident. His shaggy hair started to shift, styling itself into something neater and more athletic. It suited him.

Our avatar dominated the field. Every pass, every kick felt like it was coming straight from us. By the time the match ended, I noticed my t-shirt was stretched tight against my chest, clinging to muscles I didn’t remember having. But it felt normal. Like I’d always been this way. Nate was the same. His shirt had morphed into something sleeker, a fitted gold soccer jersey. I looked down, realizing mine had changed too. I wasn’t in my retro game tee anymore—I was in a gold jersey too, my name stitched across the back.

But we didn’t freak out. We didn’t question it. Why would we? We’d always been jocks, right? That’s how we met in the first place.

“Yo, that was sick, bro!” I grinned at Nate, flexing my now-defined arms. “We totally crushed that game.”

Nate smirked, his voice deeper now, his body lean and athletic. “Hell yeah, man. No one can take us down.”

The room around us had changed too, though we didn’t notice with how invested in the game we were. Gone were the stacks of comics and games. Instead, soccer trophies lined the shelves, photos of us in our golden jerseys, posing as champions of The Golden Army. It was as if our old lives had been erased, replaced entirely by something new.

As we kept playing, our minds continued to shift. I didn’t care about D&D or sci-fi movies anymore. All I could think about was training, getting stronger, being the best. Nate, once shy and quiet, was now exuding confidence. We were athletes, teammates, brothers on and off the field.

Our bodies had finished transforming. I looked over at Nate, admiring how ripped he was now. His short hair was clean, his jawline sharp. He looked... good. Really good. The thought lingered longer than it should have, but I didn’t push it away. Why would I? We’d always been close, but now there was something else there, something that had shifted between us.

I felt my heart race as I caught him looking at me the same way, his eyes lingering on my chest, my arms. The air between us felt electric, like something was pulling us together.

“Yo, Nate,” I started, feeling my pulse quicken. “You ever feel like... there’s more between us than just the game?”

Nate turned to me, his eyes locked on mine, and for a moment, the room was silent. Then he smirked, but there was something softer in his gaze. “Yeah, bro. I’ve been feeling that too.”

It happened without thinking. I reached out, grabbing his hand, and suddenly, I was pulling him closer. Our eyes met, and before I could stop myself, I kissed him. His lips were warm, firm, and everything clicked into place. It was like this was always meant to happen. Like this was who we were supposed to be.

When we finally pulled away, both of us were breathing hard. Nate looked at me, his grin returning. “Damn, bro. That was... intense.”

“Yeah,” I replied, still catching my breath. “But I think we’ve always had this, right? Just took us a while to figure it out.”

Nate nodded, his hand still on my chest, his thumb brushing against the fabric of my jersey. “Always. And now? We’ve got everything we need.”

We leaned in again, and this time, it felt even more right. We were no longer the nerdy duo, lost in games and fantasy worlds. We were champions—alpha jocks, leaders of The Golden Army—and we had found each other. As I held Nate close, our golden jerseys shining in the light, I knew that everything was just how it should be.

“Now how about round 2, bro?”

“Oh, you’re so on bro!”

I need to write this paper. I need to… flex my biceps. The paper is due tomorrow. It’s half my grade for the semester. If I don’t finish this paper, I’ll fail the class. I could lose my scholarship. But my biceps. God, they feel amazing. They look amazing. My whole body looks amazing. The formula my roommate has been giving me is amazing. I am so grateful. I am so lucky that he is my roommate.

I need to go to the gym. I need to work out. I can finish this paper later, when I get home from the gym. I can finish it after I’m done taking my supplements and making my protein shake and planning my meals for the week. Then, I will finish this paper.

It’s not that important, anyhow. It’s half my grade, but I don’t need that class. I need to work on my body. I don’t care about my grades, I don’t care about that class. I need to take easier classes next year, so that I can focus more on my body. I need to take more classes about sports and nutrition. I should probably change my major.

How did this file get open on my computer? I should be making a playlist for my workout. Getting myself pumped up for the gym. This looks like some sort of a paper. I wasn’t writing a paper. I definitely wasn’t. Was I?

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.

Master Felix always gets his way when you send in your desires and i am always here to help even those like derek here 😈 message my master with all your desires and you may get to meet me too hehe

My desire is to fit into the clothes I bought, when I was feeling aspirational. I'm just slightly over average atm but the clothes I've got are a few sizes smaller and are muscle fit...

The sleek, modern apartment of Sorcerer Felix was a stark contrast to the soft, chubby figure you presented. You stood before the young, mischievous sorcerer, your heart heavy with the knowledge that your once-fit physique had succumbed to the pleasures of food and a sedentary lifestyle.

Felix' smirk only widened as he took in your appearance, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "So, obviously you've eaten for two recently, huh?" His words cut deep, but you couldn't deny the truth in them. "I know I've put on some weight," you confessed, your voice carrying a hint of embarrassment. "I want to change, Felix. I need your help." Felix's expression turned thoughtful, his fingers tapping his chin. "It's a considerable task, my friend. This won't be an overnight transformation."

Your spirits sank at his words, but he quickly added, "I can do it in three days with some assistance." Hope ignited within you, and you eagerly nodded, determined to see this through. "Whatever it takes," you declared. With a wave of his hand, Felix summoned Sxodnir, the himbo demon, who appeared with a sultry pout. His handsome features and muscular build were accentuated by his light blue glowing horns and metallic wings. "Master, you summoned me?" Sxodnir's voice was deep and sensual, but his eyes widened as he took in your appearance.

Sxodnir, used to the chiseled bodies of the Golden Army, turned to Felix with a look of disbelief, "But, Master, he's ..." "Fat, yes, I know," Felix interrupted, raising an eyebrow. "But that's where your expertise comes in, my dear Sxodnir. You know what to do." Sxodnir's handsome face contorted into a reluctant grimace. "Master, I... I can try, but he's not exactly my usual..." He gestured at your body, his handsome face contorted in a rare moment of discomfort. "Sxodnir!" Felix' admonishing tone left no room for argument. The demon sighed, his wings drooping slightly. "Okay, Master. I live to serve."

You were curious about the process, especially after hearing whispers of Sxodnir's legendary abilities. "So, Sxodnir will pleasure me, and that leads to... well, shooting the fat out of my cock?" The idea sounded bizarre, but you were desperate for a solution. Felix' laughter filled the room, drawing your attention back to him. "Not quite. Sxodnir's seed has unique properties. It will do the work from within. In essence, he will..." He paused, searching for the right words. "He'll fuck me?" you blurted out, your face heating up. Felix nodded, his expression turning serious. "Yes, that's the gist of it. It's the only way to ensure the seed is delivered effectively." Your eyes widened at this revelation, and you swallowed hard. You had never considered such an arrangement, and the idea of being penetrated made your stomach flutter with nerves. But the thought of finally shedding the weight overpowered your hesitation. And Sxodnir's reputation as a himbo demon, capable of delivering immense pleasure, sparked a curiosity you couldn't ignore. "I'll do it," you agreed, your voice steady despite the racing thoughts in your.

Sxodnir's expression remained unenthusiastic as he approached you. "This is new," he muttered, his eyes scanning your body. "How does this even work?" Before you could respond, Sxodnir grabbed you by the waist, pulling you closer. His touch was firm, and you felt a tingle where his hands gripped your flesh. "Just get it over with," you mumbled, closing your eyes.

Sxodnir's chiseled body pressed against yours, and you felt his hardness against your backside. "I'll try to make this quick," he whispered, his breath hot on your neck. The demon's movements were mechanical, devoid of the passion and pleasure you'd expected. His thrusts were rough, and he grunted with each push, making you feel like a mere vessel for his task. "It's like I'm fucking a jelly pudding," he complained, his voice laced with annoyance. You winced with each thrust, feeling more like a target for his frustration than a recipient of pleasure. The stories of Sxodnir's prowess seemed like a distant myth now. Finally, with a loud groan, Sxodnir released his seed inside you. "It's finally done!" he exclaimed, pulling out abruptly. You stumbled forward, feeling a mix of relief and disappointment. Sxodnir's lack of interest in your pleasure was evident, and you couldn't help but feel a twinge of hurt. "That's it?" you asked, turning to face him. Sxodnir shrugged, his wings fluttering slightly. "Master's orders. I'm done here." He turned and walked away, leaving you standing alone in the middle of the room.

On the next day the morning sun streamed through the windows of your apartment, casting a warm glow on your leather furniture. You stirred, feeling a sense of soemthing different in your body as you awoke. It was an unusual sensation, and you realized with a start that your morning wood was notably absent. Confused, you sat up in the plush bed, the soft sheets pooling around your waist. As you rose to begin your day, a strange sensation crept over you. It was as if your body was undergoing a metamorphosis. Your fingers traced the contours of your face, now sharper and more defined. The chubbiness that had once been a source of insecurity was melting away, replaced by chiseled cheekbones and a strong jawline. Your limbs, once soft and rounded, were now toned and muscular. But as your body transformed, you noticed a peculiar development—your belly was expanding, growing larger by the hour. "Hmm, not bad," you chuckled, admiring your reflection in the full-length mirror. "I look like a chiseled pregnant man."

By evening, you feel nauseous, a sensation you've never experienced before. You rush to the bathroom, only to empty your stomach's contents into the toilet.

The following morning, the pattern repeats. Your cock, usually a reliable indicator of your health and mood, remains uncharacteristically still and your belly had grown even larger. You placed your hands on it, feeling a strange sensation, almost like something was moving inside.

A subtle kicking sensation that sends shivers down your spine. "This can't be right," you muttered, panic setting in. You rushed to Felix' apartment, the sleek modern design now a familiar sight. "Felix, something's wrong," you gasped, clutching your expanding belly. "I think I'm... I mean, there's something growing in here!" Felix, lounging on his luxurious sofa, raiseed an eyebrow, his mischievous smile never fading.

"Oh, that's perfectly normal. You ate for two, remember? And now, the second one is on its way out." "What? No, I... I didn't sign up for this!" you protested, your voice rising in pitch. "I just wanted to lose some weight, not... not give birth!" But your words were cut short as a sharp pain griped your abdomen. You doubled over, clutching your belly, unable to speak. "Ah, the contractions have started," Felix said, standing up with a grin. "Let's get you to the bedroom."

The next hours were a blur of pain and exhaustion. Felix assisted you, his carefree demeanor surprisingly comforting in this moment of vulnerability. You screamed, moaned, and beged for mercy as the contractions intensified. "Push!" Felix encouraged, his voice a steady presence in the chaos. You bear down with all your might, and after what feels like an eternity, you heard a faint cry. "It's a girl!" Felix exclaimed, his voice filled with mock surprise. "Let... let me see her," you whispered, your strength sapped. Felix chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, I'm afraid I fooled you. It's a boy. Labor got you confused, huh? Growing a girl without any XY chromosomes involved would be quite the feat, my friend." You glanced down at the bundle in Felix's arms, and your breath caught. The baby had a face that is strangely familiar, with soft, chubby cheeks and a tiny button nose. But the most striking features are the horns at his temples and the eyes—glowing with a demonic blue light. "Sxodnir!" you croaked, recognizing the demon who had taken such little pleasure in his task.

Sxodnir, who had been casually observing the birth, strolled over with a grin. "Looks like I'll be seeing more of you, huh?" Assuming he would take the demon child to his realm, you replied, "Could... could I see him sometimes? I mean, if you're taking him to the demon realm... I'd like to watch him grow." Sxodnir let out a booming laugh, his wings fluttering slightly. "Why would I care about some demon spawn? I'm a himbo demon, remember? I don't do diapers and bedtime stories. But you, my friend, you've become quite the specimen. I think we could have some fun together, as long as that... thing doesn't interrupt us." He gestured dismissively at your child. Anger flashed in your eyes at his callous words. "Forget it, Sxodnir! I won't let you speak about my son that way."

The casual way he dismissed your child as a 'thing' irritated you, reminding you of the rough treatment you endured during the ritual. Despite your indignation, you couldn't deny the stir of desire his presence evoked. Sxodnir's eyes narrowed, and he took a step closer, his wings brushing against the back of the chair. "Oh, I think you'll change your mind. After all, you owe me for this new body of yours." "I don't owe you anything," you retorted, but your voice lacked conviction. Felix, who had been observing the exchange with amusement, clapped a hand on your shoulder. "You'll be the talk of the town, my friend. The single dad with the chiseled body—all the moms at the playground will be swooning."

You blushed, feeling a mix of embarrassment and pride at the thought. Felix's expression turned serious. "But remember, no more overeating. Unless you want to start your own soccer team." As the conversation drew to a close, Sxodnir's eyes gleamed with a newfound intensity. "Master, I have a proposal. Let me pleasure this fine specimen tonight. I'll drive him wild with desire and make him submit to my every whim." Felix's eyebrows shot up, and he exchanged a knowing glance with Sxodnir. "I suppose that's a fair trade for the... discomfort you endured." "Discomfort?" Sxodnir scoffed. "It was a chore, but I guess I can make it up to him." You opened your mouth to protest, but the words caught in your throat as you felt a sudden, intense arousal. Sxodnir's presence was having an undeniable effect on you, and you couldn't ignore the desire coursing through your veins. Felix' laughter filled the room. "I knew it! The transformation has left you susceptible to his charms. Enjoy the ride, my friend. It's all part of the fun." As the sun set, casting long shadows across the room, you found yourself drawn to Sxodnir, your body yearning for the pleasure he promised.

The following morning, you found yourself in the kitchen of Felix' luxurious apartment. The morning sun streamed into the sleek kitchen, illuminating your naked, muscular form as you stood there, only an apron tied around your waist. You felt a newfound sense of purpose as you whipped up a hearty breakfast, your movements efficient and confident.

It was an quite odd sensation, this newfound instinct to nurture, especially towards your boy and Felix, whose boyish charm made it hard to resist taking care of him. Sxodnir's words from the night before echoed in your mind.

"What's this?" Felix asked, entering the kitchen. "Sxodnir, is this your doing?"

"Yep! He's our house mommy now. No more chores for you, Master!" Sxodnir's laughter filled the room. As you served breakfast, you couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. The events of the past few days had been bizarre, to say the least. From seeking weight loss to becoming a single dad overnight, your life had taken a dramatic turn. And with Sxodnir's persistent advances, you wondered what new challenges lay ahead. The morning sun casting a warm glow on the modern décor, and you realized that this was just the beginning of your unconventional journey into fatherhood and beyond.

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