"Nevalta!" You scream.
Nevalta, the 6'6 300lbs 19 year old leader of the jocks, laughed. "You got that right, fucker. It's me, the biggest man you've ever seen. You're going to come with me,
boy. You won't regret it."
"Wh, Why do you want me?" You are frightened by this huge football player, known for beating the shit out of anyone who ignored his orders. He fucked anyone he
wanted to, and those 300 pounds were muscle, not fat. He has 150 pounds on your 120lbs and is 8 inches taller than you, making the bulky musclegod an
intimidating sight.
"It's obvious, Kyle," Nevalta smirked, "you have to perfect looks for a jock. No fat, perfect features, blonde hair, blue eyes, and a pretty ass. The only reason you're not
one of us is that you've got no meat on your puny bones. If we blast you up with muscle, you'll be a hit with the girls, one of the most popular kids in school!"
You think about this. Girls always called you "cute" but you never thought they were being serious. Here, the sexiest guy in the school was telling you that you could
be a stud like him if you let him give you muscles. You always wanted to be a jock, and even if this was a joke, a chance to be this close to the hottest man you know
would make it worth it.
"Okay, I'll go with you."
Nevalta laughs and punches you on your fragile shoulder, accidentally knocking you over. "I knew you would want to be a stud like us jocks! Let's go to my house,
bitch!" Then he lifts your entire body with one hand and dashes away, his calves flexing as he runs. You aren't sure what will happen next, but you stay in Nevalta's
grip and enjoy being this close to the musclegod of your dreams.