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Convenient Timing

Rain was expecting a pretty quiet night in with his boyfriend Eric. They were planning on making dinner together, they had gotten some drinks from the grocery store, and were ready to just chill out and watch some movies together. As Eric pulled out all of the groceries from the fridge, he realized that the two of them forgot to get an onion for the spaghetti sauce. After being told by Eric that they forgot an ingredient, Rain insisted on going to the local bodega to pick up a cheap onion for the recipe. Eric tried to convince Rain that it was fine to continue on without the onion but Rain insisted that they needed it if they wanted to get the recipe right.

As Rain walked down the street to the bodega a block and a half away he was immediately getting hot from the muggy heat that was cooking the city. Making it to the bodega, he had picked out a nice round onion and had gotten in line to check out. The line was just one person so it didn’t take much time at all to be rung up. “How is your night?” Rain asked, trying to make some polite small talk, “Fine” answered the Middle Eastern cashier “What’s the onion for” he inquired. “Oh me and my boyfriend are making dinner and we forgot to pick up an onion” proclaimed Rain, “Tsk” the older man replied “Your generation is all backwards. Back in my day that was unheard of.” Offended, Rain began to defend his relationship with Eric, but before he could say anything he caught a whiff of an acrid scent. Sniffing the air around him he heard the cashier pipe up and say “Yeaaa smell that, that's what a real man smells like”, he lifted his armpit to reveal a dark wiry forest. Rain recoiled as even from across the counter it smelled absolutely awful. “Awww come on dont you wanna know what men are supposed to be like?” the Middle Eastern cashier said tauntingly. “No!” blurted out Rain, “Not when you smell like ass bro!”, “That was weird” thought Rain, “Why did I just say ‘bro’?”. Seeing Rain get occupied by his pesky thoughts, the cashier stuck his hand underneath his armpit and rubbed his fingers around in his pit as he continued to air it out. Taking his musk infused fingers he wiped it on Rain’s upper lip while he was obviously lost in thought. “EW! WHAT THE FUUuuuuuuuu…” Rain trailed off quickly. Knowing it was working the cashier walked out from behind the counter and towards the front door, Rain just simply stood there as the smell of the man’s potent stink wafted up his nose and invaded his brain. Locking the door and turning the open sign around to say closed he then walked back to the counter and whispered in Rain’s ear “If you wanna smell more of a real man then come to the back”. Thinking to himself “No no no what is he going to do to me back there” Rain began to say no but as the older cashier watched him try and resist he lifted his arm up and then into the pit Rain’s head went. He was only held there for maybe 5 seconds but the damage was done. Rain couldn’t think of a reason not to follow him to the back anymore, “Uhhhhhhhhh okaaaaaay” Rain slurred.

Walking to the back of the bodega, Rain was taken into the small office space. It was just big enough to fit the two of them. Forcing the twink to go in first, the cashier locked the door and stood in front of it. “The name’s Yusuf” The man informed Rain, “What’s yours?”, as the gears in his head slowed Rain was barely able to A. remember his name through all the funk clouding his mind and B. find the brain power to say it. Eventually he was able to tell Yusuf his name. “No no no thats no good! You need a good Middle Eastern name! Yusuf proclaimed, he thought for a moment “I GOT IT!” he spoke loudly, “Rahim will be the perfect name for you”. Rain was surprisingly able to quickly muster up a loud “NO!” but then couldn’t follow up with any reasoning. “What do you mean no?” Do you dare talk back to your father?!” Yusuf yelled. “What is this guy talking about?” Rain was thinking to himself as he pieced together his thoughts. This guy wasn’t his dad and his name was Rain not Rahim. Yusuf continued “I know what a brat like you needs!” Yusuf again lifted up his arm and revealed his pit that reeked of his masculine scent. Grabbing Rain’s head once more he shoved it into the epicenter of his man-stink. The overwhelming scent immediately took over Rain’s head again, and his thoughts about how wrong the guy standing in front of him was turned to thoughts about how he shouldn’t talk back to his dad the way he just did. Pulling him out of his stinkpit, Yusuf said “Are you going to act right now son?”, “Of course Dad!” Rahim said enthusiastically. As he looked at his Dad he caught a glimpse of a mirror hanging on the wall near the door, seeing his reflection he was hastily snapped back to reality. “WOAH WOAH WOAH!” Rain barked out, “What just happened to me?! Where am I!”. Rolling his eyes Yusuf didn’t say a word, he knew he had to bring out the big guns. He reached behind him, down past his belt, and into his pants. Maneuvering past the waistband of his boxers Yusuf stuck his hand between his ass cheeks, after hours of working up front and stocking in the bodega throughout the sweltering summer heat, Yusuf had worked up a nasty swamp ass. His hairy ass caked with sweat stunk to high heaven, it could knock a person out, and it did exactly that. He scratched around and made sure that his fingers were coated in his fetid ass funk. Lifting his hand he used his other hand to grab the back of Rain’s head and holding it in place, he stuck his fingers into Rain’s face and watched as the gay little twink couldn’t handle the stink. Rain’s eyes fluttered shut and his entire body began to slump over. Catching the twink, Yusuf set him down onto the old office chair and watched.

The first major change was where the stink was first introduced, his cute little button nose began to grow wider and flatten out a tad. Then came the next change, his eye color darkened, his brows grew thick and wild, and his face was covered in a scratch beard. His hair began to recede and no longer became a cute surfer cut, now it was a short messy cut with a fade. His face began to make a crunching noise and his entire face grew longer and lost its soft boyish features, instead being replaced with a strong masculine jawline. Next came his small skinny arms, suddenly expanding with muscle and wiry hair. His shoulders also expanded to make his arms and bust portionate. As his shoulder blades grew and his arms expanded another transformation was happening, his once shaven armpits now filled in with thick bushes of hair, matted down with sweat, that reeked as if he had just rubbed an onion into them.

His chest grew bigger, and his stomach suddenly was hit with a sharp pain that jolted the passed out boy, Rain began to open his eyes from the pain just to be quickly met with the tips of Yusuf’s still sweat drenched fingers. Now once again out like a brick the transformation continued, resuming back in his stomach the pain subsided but left its mark as a ridgid 6 pack now lay beneath his shirt. His legs were next, first his thighs grew into massive units capable of crushing the toughest melons, his crotch underwent a similar development, his once clean, waxed crotch poofed up with curly hair and much like his armpits, the bush was trapping in the smell of his ripe balls and dried cum that hasn’t seen soap in at least a week and a half. His lower legs also beefed up, now with nice defined muscle and more wiry hair invading his nice smooth skin. The last thing to transform was his feet. Yusuf watched in excitement as the man in his office chair neared completion. As the jungle of hair crossed the precipice of his ankle, Rain’s feet began to be added to the list of unwashed body parts. They grew and grew, stretching out of their owner’s small sneakers. BOOM! The shoes burst and the odor of his buttery dogs began to drift off of the massive feet now sitting at the base of the neanderthal-like man.

Looking at the perfect specimen of unhindered masculinity Yusuf was proud of his creation, but one more thing had to be done. Right on cue from the center of Rain’s chest, a bronze spot began to grow. It began to expand and spread across his entire body, and as it passed over each and every part of his body, his hair darkened from a light brown to a deep jet black.

Picking up a can of Febreeze that he had sitting aroud in the office, Yusuf sprayed some onto a towel and held it under his son’s nose, Rahim’s eyes immediately shot open “EUUHHH! DAD! That stuff smells horrendous!”. Smirking, Yusuf threw out the towel and watched joyously as his son lifted up his arm and stuck his big nose into his own armpit and took a deep whiff. “Phewww, that smells much better” Rahim added.

After leaving the office Rahim began to obediently help his father around the bodega like he always had done. A little while later, after his father had gone upstairs for the night, right before Rahim was going to close up the bodega a small man came in. He was very clean looking, well put together young man, “Im sorry to bother you but I was wondering if you had seen someone?” The man said, “He said he was coming down here over an hour ago and I haven’t seen him since!”. “Uhhhhh…no-one has been in for a while? When did you say your friend was here?” Rahim asked. “Oh no he isn’t my friend, he’s my boyfriend his name is Rain” the man said, rolling his eyes, Rahim thought for a second. Rahim smirked and told the man “Now that you mention it I think that I saw him come in a little while ago. I think he is in the back…near the office.”. The man thanked Rahim and began to make his way to the back. Rahim left his post at the counter, turned the sign on the front door to close, and sniffed his armpit. It reeked even worse than it did an hour ago. Rahim began to follow the man to the back. It was such convenient timing, his dad was going to be happy that they found another person who would obediently help them run the bodega.

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Chris and Sam couldn’t control themselves.

Ever since watching that hypnosis video Coach had sent them they were acting different.

It started with little stuff, like going to the gym more and focusing on muscle.

Soon their cloths started to change. Then their personalities changed too, becoming more bro like.

After awhile they weren’t the same guys anymore. Too dumb to care. Too horny to think.

Forever lost in their new lives as dumb gooners.

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Bro it feels soo gud just 2 give in

Let the spiral consume u bro

Let it rewrite ur mind bro

All ur gunna care about now is muscles n looking hot bro

Obedience is pleasure bro. N all u wanna do now is OBEY

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It started with Jake, the quiet kid who ran the chess club. Dude was scrawny, always buried in books, kinda nerdy but chill. One day, he’s scrolling X, sees a MuscleTrance ad, and downloads it. “I just wanna bulk up a bit, y’know?” he told his buddy Ethan. Next day, Jake’s in the cafeteria, wearing nothing but a tight tank top and basketball shorts, flexing his biceps for no reason. “Yo, bro, you hittin’ the gym later or what?” he says, smirking, his voice deeper, dumber. Ethan’s like, “Dude, since when do you talk like that?” Jake just laughs, “Bruh, it’s all about the gains. Chess is for losers, bro.”

By the end of the week, Jake’s a different person. He’s at the gym 24/7, chugging protein shakes, posting thirst traps on TikTok with captions like “#AlphaGrind #NoPainNoGain.” His old chess trophies? Trashed. His brain? Fried. All he talks about is lifting, sports, and how hot he looks. Every time he flexes in the mirror, you can see it in his eyes—pure, cocky arrogance. The app’s got him hooked, and he’s not the only one.

The spiral’s the key, bruh. You open MuscleTrance, and it’s like this glowing, swirling vortex pulls you in. Colors pulse—red, blue, gold—spinning faster and faster. Words flash across the screen: “OBEY. LIFT. FLEX.” Some techno beat thumps in your headphones, syncing with your heartbeat. You can’t look away, bro. It’s like the spiral’s drilling into your skull, rewriting your brain. Dudes who use it say they feel this rush, like every time they watch, they get dumber, hornier, more obsessed with their muscles. And when they, uh, let off some steam after a workout? It’s like their old self leaks out, replaced with more of that toxic jock bro vibe. No going back, bruh.

Soon, half the guys at school are on it. Ethan, the artsy kid who used to sketch in his notebook, shows up in a sleeveless jersey, blasting rap and yelling, “Yo, bro, check my quads!” He’s ditched his sketchpad for dumbbells, his sensitive side gone. Then there’s Marcus, the debate team captain. Dude could argue circles around anyone. Now? He’s grunting at the gym, calling everyone “bro,” and posting vids of himself flexing with captions like “#BeastMode #Dominate.” His vocab’s down to, like, 10 words, and half of ‘em are “bro.”

The app’s got this leaderboard, too. It ranks you based on your workouts, how much you lift, how many flexing vids you post. The higher you climb, the more the app rewards you with “exclusive spirals” that hit even harder. Dudes are competing to be the top alpha, flexing harder, getting cockier. It’s like their personalities are being erased, replaced with the same dumb, horny, toxic mindset. They all dress the same now—basketball shorts, jerseys, snapbacks. They all talk the same. “Yo, bro, gotta hit the gym. Gotta look hot, bruh.” Individuality? Gone. They’re just clones of the ultimate fuckboy influencer, addicted to the grind.

Some kids tried to fight it. Liam, the science nerd, figured the app was using subliminal messages or some kinda neuroprogramming. He swore he’d delete it after one try. Next day, he’s in the weight room, shirtless, smirking at his reflection, muttering, “Bruh, feels so good to be dumb.” The app’s got this grip, like it’s hacking your brain, making you crave the gym, the flex, the rush. Every time you give in, you feel that dumb jock vibe sink deeper. Obedience is pleasure, bro.

Teachers are starting to notice. Mr. Carter, the psych teacher, tried banning phones in class, but the MuscleTrance bros just sneak it in the locker room, staring at the spiral between sets. The principal’s clueless, thinks it’s just “boys being boys.” Meanwhile, the girls at school are weirded out. “They’re all turning into the same person,” Sarah, the student council prez, posted on X. “It’s creepy. They’re obsessed with themselves.” But the bros don’t care, bruh. They just flex harder, post more vids, chase that next spiral hit.

Rumor is, the app’s creator, some shady fitness influencer called “AlphaKing,” is using it to build an army of dumb, obedient jocks. Nobody knows why, but the top leaderboard guys? They’re getting DMs from AlphaKing, calling them to “join the pack” and “submit to the grind.” Sounds like a master pulling strings, keeping their minds subdued, their bodies jacked, their wills broken. Every rep, every flex, every jerk-off session makes ‘em dumber, cockier, more addicted. Muscle’s all that matters, bro.

By now, the school’s a sea of tank tops and backwards caps. The chess club’s dead. The debate team’s just dudes arguing over who’s got the sickest pecs. The app’s rotting their brains, turning ‘em into indistinguishable Gen Z fuckboys, forever chasing gains and glory. You walk past the gym, and it’s a wall of grunts, clanging weights, and “Yo, bro!” echoing. The spiral’s won, bruh. They’re all MuscleTrance slaves now, mindless, horny, and dumb as hell. Feels so good to obey, don’t it, bro?

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Look at the spiral bruv

Soon u gunna b just like us

A dumb fit lad

Just empty ur brainz bruv

Feels soo good right bruv

Get ur Nike gear

Becum a CHAV bruv

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MOROCCAN MASTER ALPHAS SERIES

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Dad masked unmasked but always gloved

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Smokin up the Jeep.

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Been so horny… need to find a hot muscled smoker soon…

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