You trigger the chaos magic that predetermined your new chain would be only be worn by a D1 college quarterback, and it starts rewriting your life and reality to fit the spell’s parameters. You fasten the chain around your neck and thus seal your fate. After all, the necklace is already in your hands: it’s all yours. So you wonder what it’d feel like to do this one little jock bro thing. But no one can deny the finely-tuned, muscular body of a jock is meant to be shown off, and that a gold chain around a jock’s thick traps is the perfect little accent. The unabashed materialism of displaying gold on your body might also make you seem a bit shallow… or dumb, even. “Who does he think he is,” you worry people would think if they ever saw you wearing one. You think their gold and silver chains suit them, but you’d never wear one yourself it’s just too flashy and ostentatious for an out of shape nerd like you. It reminds you of all the jocks you’ve seen wearing chains. You pull the necklace into the air to admire its rope style construction, and the warm color and bright sheen of the polished gold. In your mail you find a small padded envelope, from which a gold chain slinks right into your palm, twisting into three perfectly symmetrical loops. And he just told me how it’s gonna happen: I’m not a magick user, but I’m friends with one who owes me a favor that I’m paying forward to you now. I’m not even sure how long it’s been in my inbox. Hey pigtsuku, sorry I’m only getting to your request now. Jockification TF story mind control dumber muscle growth baseball cap bro clothing TF TF magic
By the end of the day the former poet might even struggle to utter a full sentence. Logan couldn’t wait to see how much more of Josh’s brains the cap would convert into gains. “Sure thing, bro,” said Josh as he turned his cap around. “But now you’re awake you might as well turn your cap backwards and wear it the right way. But I can’t remember what… Maybe it’s this hat? I don’t think it’s mine but-” But the Josh that stood before him now had a body brimming with powerful, well-defined muscles, and a dull look in his eyes that showed nothing going on upstairs. The Josh he’d placed the cap on had been a skinny, pensive, stereotypical tortured poet-not much fun as a roommate.
He now knew for sure that his jocking cap had been working its magic on Josh all night. Logan grinned when he spotted his roommate joining him on the porch shirtless.