Bruce loved his reflection in the mriror - he couldn't quite believe that he now had cauliflower ears. He was incredibly proud of having developed them. He smiled and noticed gaps in his teeth, probably from getting them knocked out in fights or matches. He now felt like he wanted to have a fight when he went out with the lads tonight. He had a new found aggression within him. He realsied he was much shorter and compact and loved being such a neanderthal as Andrew he had always dreamed of being shorter and much more masculine looking - not necessarily an ordinary trimmed lad who worked out but one who looked like he'd been through a rough lot! He also remembered how he sued to fancy shorter men - not fancy he realsied now but envied - he was so happy that he'd got shorter and into a body designed for playing sports. He couldn't wait till he could try some new sports but he now rememebred he ahd some stuff to pick up from Mike's room.
"Hey Mike, can I stop off at your's on the way back to pick up some of my stuff?"
"Sure." Bruce didn't realise more changes were in store for him back at Mike's place.
When they got back to Mike's, Bruce got a collection of dirty porn magazines and sports magazines as well as the posters.
"Time to sleep," Mark commanded as he put Bruce's stuff on the bed.
"How do you feel about your physical progression Bruce?"
"Nice, very nice, I fucking love it!"
"Good now I have soem more mental changes that are going to take place. You know look like a neanderthal man but you still speak a bit like a geeky lad. You are now going to have to swear every other word and you will find it harder and harder to communicate how you feel in an eloquent way. In fact all you will feel would be fuckin horny when you're near sexy cheerleader girls or fuckin great when you are playing sport. You will never feel anything complicated at all. You will not think about Maths anymore at all. You forget that it even existed. Anything you studied at school in the past is to be forgotten. Your vocab is limited and you tend to grunt as a reply to most thigns now unless they need a bit of an answer. You know stats etc about football soccer rugby and other sports and how to improve your game and you know what you like in a woman but otherwise your mind is mute. In fact if people talk about anything else you'd probably start trying to find some hot girl nearby to look at. Your mind will wander and you won't listen. You are going to head back to your room and 'redecorate' it when you wake up on the count of three. 1 ... 2 .. 3 ...."
"Right am fuckin' off now." Bruce picks up his gear and leaves Mike's heading back home. The hypnosis session had caused Bruce's skull to thicken and brain to decrease in size. He was certainly much more like a neanderthal now. On his way back to his room he saw a tattooist and knew he wanted a new tattoo on him to go with his new rough look. He wanted it so he would get it - simple.
He walked into the tattooist and the tattooist thought the guy looked a bit like Andrew who he often saw walk past staring into the wondow longingly, but knew Andrew would never come in for a tattoo, although he'd always wanted to ink such an innocent looking nerd. The guy looked compeltely different to Andrew he knew but he couldn;t help thinking that it was Andrew - he found it weird but decided not to pass up the opportunity to ink a thug. They usually like dumb tattoos which are easy to do so would be an easy half hour's work for him. Bruce asked for a liverpool united football tattoo on his chest. Bruce didn't know why he wanted it - he guessed he liked liverpool because as Andrew he used to fancy most of the guys on the team - wait he used to want to be like a liverpool football club player.
He didn;t wince at all whilst having a tattoo instead he was getting quite hard in his jock strap with his 8 inch cock. As soon as the ink entered him his mind was getting fuzzy and his brain started to slow down. He wasn;t to quick thinking or worrying about things anymore. In fact he was quite happy letting the ink enter him helping him dumb down and think about nothing at all. His mind was empty.
He went back into his room and immediately stripped off leaving his clothes in a pile on the floor. He no longer cared about being tidy. It wasn't important. He admired his new body and image, especially with the new tattoo. He put up all the new posters etc and found an old photo album on a shelf and saw pictures of some nerdy boy ...