Morning Log:
I woke up today to my phone buzzing. A text from Robert: “Are you ready for Friday bro?” The same message
was flashing across my computer screen, in an IM from Kyle. Seeing it reminded me of last night. Watching
through the conversation as he gradually became a sex hungry bro, even changing sexuality. This bro infection
mystifies me more by the day guys, it spreads in impossible ways and changes people more than I ever thought.
There was another text too, from Johnny, a member of the football team. He wanted me to come to a party
tonight. The jocks were the only real competition the bros had in the school. As popular as they were people
were still more likely to listen to a member of the football team, and go to their parties. They were my
small glimmer of hope. Going to go to the store to get some stuff for the party and check on some things.
Afternoon Log:
Something strange is going on, beyond what I’ve already seen I mean. On my way off campus Josh approached me
and asked the same thing: “Are you ready for Friday bro?” On my way to the store I saw another car, one
similar to Mark’s that almost seemed to be following me. I couldn’t see the driver but I knew it was him. It
must have to do with Friday. With their plans, with me. My suspicions were confirmed at the store, Evan said
nothing to me at the check out except asking me the same thing. Friday… something big on Friday. A mass
conversion? That’s my best guess. But I have to get to this party tonight, the jocks, I can’t believe I’m
saying this, may be able to help. They’re all this school has left to defend it from the bro take over.
Final Log:
Chaos. The party. I’ve gotta calm down. It was a pool party of course. All the jocks wanted to show off
their muscles and such. All those musculature bodies, exposed, drunk, in just swim trunks splashing around in
the water. It was Jake’s place I think, also football. I still didn’t know how I fit in, why they invited
me, why I was here but there I was in my suit in the water with them neglecting drinks and trying to find the
right moment and wording to ask for help. The cheerleaders and other girls they kept around for… academic
purposes of course were by the water, not swimming just in their suits to look good. They would occasionally
flirt with one of the guys. They exchanged winks and sometimes, accidentally, let their bras slip a little.
I saw Johnny nearby in the water and tried to ask him why he invited me but he looked at me strangely, not
even knowing who I was he was so drunk. He started to get mad and shouted about why I was at his party when
he stopped. He looked ill, for a moment I thought he drank too much but it was something worse. His fingers
started shaking and spasming as he watched in horror. The short, stubby, meaty fingers became long and lean
and his hand lost the scars of sports. Jake was outside the pool but he heard and Johnny and rushed over
before the same sensation seized him. He started to shake as he grew taller and less stocky, his feet popped
out, growing several sizes and his hands got too big. His arms and legs raced to catch up as he awkwardly
grew in bursts. All around it was mayhem. Football players were losing their vast pelts of hair and their
muscle and getting tone and charm. Crew cuts were becoming bro cuts. The already flirty cheer leaders were
getting trashier, becoming bro hoes. They broke out into uncontrolled horniness, squeezing each others plump
asses and giggling hysterically, drinking as much as any of the guys. Johnny was struggling against his
emerging bro hood, randomly spurting out bro words and getting disgusted. He was still shaking all over. His
once hairy chest was smooth now except for a thick treasure trail and his giant pecs, once supported with some
fat were now all muscle and somewhat more compact. Libby and Linda were making out, their lips much more
plumb, everything about their bodies becoming more exaggerated and luscious. Their hair grew longer by the
second and their breasts and butts were almost humorously big on them. Guys around them were paralyzed, so
captivated by their actions they didn’t bother resisting as they changed. Their suits became smaller as they
became more comfortable showing off for everyone, cockier now then they were even as jocks. By now almost
everyone in the water was a full blooded bro, Johnny was chilling with a beer in both hands, a new snapback on
his head and a chain around his neck. His hair was a wavy blond and his eyes a dull blue filled with lust and
ego. Jake was trying to help him and stop his own change at the same time but eventually he gave in too as
his visage of horror became a matching smug grin and he started flexing for all the ladies, showing off his
chest and arms. They were less impressive then before muscular wise but the tan, the light coating of blond
hair and just the way he held himself more than compensated. Everyone around me was changing, their
intelligence getting sucked out, drained away. Exchanged for something else. Yet nothing happened to me. I
just watched them all transform, watched the chaos and bromance unfold as guys argued and mocked each other
for talking like a bro before joining in. The guys around the pool were almost done and the ones still in
clothes were helping each other strip to watch each other change and seductively stroke each other’s bro bods.
They slowly peeled off each others shirts, pants, shoes and socks as if on stage at a strip club. They made a
big show of revealing every changed body part as they reduced themselves to just underwear. All for the girls
of course who returned the gesture. Bros felt up each others packages and spread themselves across the side
of the pool smiling. The girls were smoking and showing off while the last of the jocks fought a losing
struggle against their changes. One basketball jock lost all nerve and ran for it before being tackled by two
bros, who helped him up as he greeted them as kin, surrendering to his change. The jocks were gone, there was
no one left to stand against the bros. That’s when I saw him. Mark. I caught a brief flash as he took a
last look around and vanished. Moments later I heard a car drive off. I started to get out of the water to
go after him when Johnny suddenly turned to me and asked “Are you ready for Friday bro?” In his new, deeper
and honey-like voice. Jake repeated the question, and as I walked past them every now ex-jock asked the same
thing. And now as I type this last log I realize, I am. I am ready for Friday.
- Tom.