Jock'd

(All characters are 18+)

Cameron Hayes was a high school senior with two things that defined him: his love for biology and his passion for nerdy hobbies. He’d always been the type of kid who spent his afternoons reading biology textbooks, obsessing over cellular processes, and analyzing ecosystems. At 18, he was already planning to study biology at a prestigious university, and his life revolved around his love for science. But that was before one fateful night.

It all started when Cameron sat down to finish his biology homework, which was supposed to be a simple review of basic human physiology. As usual, he’d spent hours studying the material the day before, and now it was just a matter of getting the homework done before bed. His room, decorated with posters of scientific breakthroughs and his collection of rare fossils, felt like his sanctuary.

On his desk lay his open notebook, the textbook, and his phone, all with the soft hum of a lamp glowing beside him. He breezed through the first few questions—simple stuff. His mind, sharp as ever, was in its element. But then came the last question. It looked innocent enough:

"What's one form of exercise?"

Cameron didn't hesitate. He wrote down the first thing that came to mind: "Sports."

It was supposed to be a harmless answer. After all, sports were a form of exercise, right?

But the moment he finished writing, something strange happened. His head buzzed, his vision blurred, and an icy chill ran down his spine. He blinked hard, thinking maybe he was just overtired, but something was different. He felt... strange. His body seemed to tingle, like every cell was reconfiguring. He swore he heard faint laughter echoing in the air, distant, but unmistakably mocking.

Before he could even process it, his room began to warp. The walls seemed to contract, the posters of atoms and molecules turning into athletic ones, with images of football players, basketball courts, and weightlifters replacing his beloved scientific displays. A strange heat spread through his body, like he was suddenly in the middle of a workout.

His body itself was changing. His arms grew thicker, more muscular, his once slender frame becoming broader and stronger. His clothes seemed to shrink as his muscles swelled, his jeans tightening around his quads and his shirt clinging to his newly developed pecs. His hair, once a soft brown that barely fell past his ears, now grew short and spiky, and his face changed too—more defined, sharper, with a hint of arrogance.

He stumbled in front of his mirror, his heart racing in confusion. The boy looking back at him wasn’t Cameron Hayes. The reflection was of someone else—tall, strong, and undeniably attractive. His face had lost its nerdy softness, replaced by a chiseled jawline and a confident smirk that Cameron had never worn before. And most bewildering of all: the name that he now saw written on the mirror was no longer "Cameron."

It was "Kyle."

A surge of memories flooded his mind—new ones that didn’t belong to him. He remembered his high school’s football team, the parties, the beer, the girls that surrounded him, and the constant urge to be the center of attention. His brain, once filled with complex scientific concepts, now held only simple things like winning games, lifting weights, and picking up chicks. He felt... dumb.

Cameron—no, Kyle—gazed in horror at his transformation. The old him, the geeky, intelligent Cameron, felt like a distant memory, lost in the haze of his new identity. His brain just didn’t care about science or biology anymore. What mattered now was sports, looking good, and impressing people.

As he stood there, confused yet strangely satisfied by his new reflection, his phone buzzed. It was a message from one of the jocks, no doubt someone who’d gotten a laugh out of this transformation. He read it:

"Bro, you look SO ready for the football game tomorrow. Don’t worry, we’ll show you how to throw a perfect spiral."

The words didn’t even faze him. Kyle just grinned, his mind only focused on the idea of tomorrow’s game. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d cared about homework. Hell, he didn’t even want to know anything about biology anymore. All he wanted was to hang out with his jock friends, hit the gym, and be the life of the party.

As he grabbed a basketball from his new collection of sporty gear, Kyle felt a surge of energy course through him. His muscles flexed, his chest puffed out proudly, and his confidence was sky-high.

He didn’t need to worry about anything anymore—no homework, no classes, no biology notes. His new life was all about being the king of the school, playing sports, and dating hot girls. And he loved it.

When Kyle walked into school the next day, every head turned. His former friends—quiet, bookish kids—now seemed like distant strangers. They watched in awe and confusion as Kyle swaggered down the hallway, laughing with his fellow jocks and getting high-fives from everyone he passed. He didn’t even remember his old friends' names, nor did he care. They weren’t part of his new world.

The old Cameron was gone, replaced by Kyle the jock, and that was just fine with him. There was no turning back now.

By the time Kyle walked through the halls of his high school the next day, he felt completely at home in his new skin. The sensation of power, of confidence, was intoxicating. Every step he took, he felt more sure of himself, more right in this new role. The people he passed seemed to admire him, their eyes following him as he swaggered down the hallway.

As he approached his first class, he bumped into Madison, the most popular girl in school. With her long blonde hair, perfect smile, and reputation for dating only the top athletes, Madison was everything Cameron had once admired from a distance. Now, she was smiling at him, and her eyes had a sparkle that made Kyle feel like he was on top of the world.

"Hey, Kyle," Madison said, her voice low and flirtatious. "I saw you at the gym yesterday. You’re looking even bigger than last week."

Kyle grinned, puffing out his chest a little. "Yeah, just trying to stay ahead of the game, you know? Got to keep the muscles strong if I want to keep winning."

Madison giggled, her hand brushing his arm as if she was already claiming him. "I like a guy who works hard," she said, clearly impressed by his new look—and more so by his jock swagger.

Kyle’s new brain buzzed with excitement, and he leaned in a little, his voice oozing confidence as he responded, "Well, I don’t just work hard, babe, I dominate."

It felt so natural. Too natural.

Madison laughed again, this time a little more flirtatiously, and Kyle felt the old Cameron—deep down, in the quiet corners of his mind—shudder. But he didn’t care. He was Kyle now.

The bell rang, and as they made their way to class, Madison slid her arm through his, leaning in close to him as they walked. Kyle smiled smugly, enjoying the attention, enjoying the way people looked at them with envy.

Later that afternoon, Kyle met up with his jock buddies in the cafeteria, his tray piled high with a ridiculous amount of food. They were already at their usual table, laughing and tossing around their footballs. Kyle was one of the guys now, and it felt like he was finally where he belonged.

"Yo, Kyle!" Tom, the quarterback, shouted when Kyle walked up, slapping him on the back. "Madison was totally checking you out, man. You’ve got her hooked. She was practically drooling over you."

Kyle chuckled, running a hand through his freshly spiked hair. "Yeah, she’s been eyeing me for a while. What can I say? I’m irresistible."

His friends all laughed in agreement, nodding enthusiastically.

"Dude, you’ve got everything," another guy, Mike, added. "The muscles, the looks, the girls. Seriously, it’s like you were born to be a jock."

Kyle threw his head back, laughing, and for a moment, he actually felt like he was on top of the world. "Hell yeah, man. That’s because I don’t waste time on stupid stuff. I’ve got priorities, you know?"

The guys nodded in agreement, each of them trying to one-up each other with stories of parties, girls, and who’d bench-pressed the most at the gym.

Kyle’s new personality had already become a perfect fit for this crowd. He found himself throwing out one-liners about how much he hated studying, mocking anyone who wasn’t in sports, and bragging about how he could easily pick up a girl just by showing off his abs.

The old Cameron—the one who loved discussing the complexities of plant biology and how to identify different species of insects—seemed like a memory from a distant life. Now, he was the guy cracking jokes about how much homework he’d skipped or how much he could drink without puking.

And as the conversation shifted to tonight’s football game, Kyle grinned even wider. This was it. The peak of high school glory.

"After we crush these guys on the field, we’re gonna hit up Joey’s party," Kyle said with a smirk. "You know, get some drinks, talk to some babes. Maybe even let them take a selfie with me."

The guys laughed and cheered, high-fiving each other. They didn’t even seem to care that the game wasn’t for a few hours. They were all already living for the after-party, and that was enough.

And then, as if on cue, Madison showed up, leaning in from behind and slipping her arm around his waist. "Hey, Kyle," she purred, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Ready for tonight? You can show me how many push-ups you can do with me on top of you."

The table erupted in hoots and laughs, and Kyle felt an unfamiliar sense of pride flood him. Madison was his. She was smiling at him, wanting him, and all of his jock friends were jealous.

"Yeah," Kyle replied coolly, "I think tonight’s gonna be a good night."

And just like that, he realized: he didn’t care anymore. The old Cameron, the one who loved biology and was obsessed with books, was a distant, pointless memory. What mattered now was sports, muscles, parties, and making everyone around him know that he was the king of this school.

As Madison kissed him on the cheek, her fingers tracing his abs, Kyle couldn’t help but smirk. This was the life. And there was no going back. Not that he wanted to.

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mistmane56

2 years ago

Ageplay IS ok

The first point i’d like to make is: Daddys/caregivers/mummys and their little boys/girls are NOT sick and twisted perverts driven by deep seated incestuous or paedophilic desires.

Littles are simply adult women and men with a childlike personality and who appreciate an emotionally mature partner to protect, comfort and love them. Littles in a DD/lg , DD/lb , MD/lb , MD/lg , C/l relationship are not interested in incest!

DD / MD and caregivers are Dominants who simply assume a much more nurturing and caring role than Dominants in other types of D/s relationships. Little girls and little boys are submissive women and men who have a naturally childlike personality that is especially dominant in them when they are around a Daddy Dom, mummy domme, caregiver, who makes them feel safe and cherished.

Its OK to feel these feelings!

as long as all party’s are of legal age, consenting, and safe, whether the relationship is sexual or non sexual, its ok to want to live this lifestyle!

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mistmane56

1 year ago

I want to be underneath you 💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🦶🏼🦶🏼🦶🏼🦶🏼🦶🏼

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mistmane56

1 month ago

My room, once a refuge of teenage angst and digital distractions, was now a twisted cartoon, a candy-colored testament to my complete and utter defeat. My life, I could now see it all so clearly, had become a joke, a punchline that I was forced to endure, day after padded day. The layers of diapers, the softness between my legs, it was now my reality. It was my everything.

The door swung open, a burst of laughter filling the space, and there she was, my ex, Emily, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of amusement and something akin to twisted affection. She had always been like this, making me feel so, so small.

“Ooooh, Jason, did you fall again?” she exclaimed, her voice dripping with mock concern. “I know how hard it is with those huge diapers! They’re so big and round that you just can’t stay on your feet!”

She approached, a predator in a human form, offering me a hand that I desperately needed. I knew, that I was just going to fail again, it was inevitable. I tried to move. I tried to get up. But it was impossible, I was being pulled back by the soft, padded chains that held me to the floor. She was right, I was like a Russian nesting doll. Unable to stay upright. I was going to fall again.

*"Here, let me help you." she said, as she pulled me up and made me stand by the wall. "There. Standing up again! Oh. Oh. Oh. Down we go again!" she laughed.

And down I went, a clumsy, diapered heap on the floor, and she broke, her laughter ringing through the room, a sharp yet strangely welcome sound. It had become almost comforting now, being laughed at. And that was the most depressing thing I knew.

*"Sorry, sorry for laughing," she said, wiping a tear from her eyes. "But it’s so cute how you wiggle those skinny arms trying to keep standing, only to fall down! I can't believe after four years with those giant diapers you still haven’t gotten used to it. You seem to have everything else here down pat, with your mummy and all!” She finished, laughing again.

I could only sit there, a pink bow perched ridiculously on my head, my mouth stuffed with a pacifier that offered no comfort. Then I looked down, the layers of diapers between my legs so overwhelming, I didn’t even know where to begin.

“Don’t worry, Jason, I’m only teasing,” she said softly, reaching out and patting my head. “It’s just…sometimes it’s so funny to watch. You look so cute in those diapers and ribbons. Do you remember how you use to hate it, and now? You’re just my big diaper boy?”

I stayed silent. Nothing to say. Then she smiled.

“Should I help you change that diaper?” she asked, her voice laced with an invitation I could not refuse, a challenge that had become my truth. “Or would you like to just lay there on the floor a bit longer?” she added.

I could only look at the floor. I would go with her, of course. She was always the one in control, and that wasn’t going to change. I just turned to face the wall, the way that I had come to accept my place. She would take it all from me. All of me. She won.

And that was my life now, a never ending cycle of padded humiliation and the knowledge that, somehow, I was actually enjoying this.

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mistmane56

1 year ago

Please come control me with those soxks make my face your foot rest amd my mouth your washing machine

Nike gym socks

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mistmane56

2 months ago

Remote Diaper Care Protocol

To ensure that your charge continues to be under your strict diaper care, the following protocol will be followed.

Your charge will be supplied with ample amounts of wipes, baby powder, lotion and 3 premium plastic backed, taped, disposable diapers and 1 premium “extra absorbent” plastic backed, taped, disposable diaper (for bed-time) daily. Make stacks of these 4 diapers (with the bed-time diaper on the bottom) for each day that you will be away. So if you will be away for 9 days, you will have 9 stacks of 4 diapers. Starting with the first stack, write the number 1 on the crotch of each diaper using a permanent marker (like a sharpie), then for the second stack, write the number 2 on each one and so forth. This number represents the diapers that will be used on that day. Once that’s done, starting again with the first stack, number them from top to bottom from 1 to 4. Write a dash, then this number next to the stack number. This number represents the change number. So for the first 3 stacks, the numbers will be as follows:

Day 1 Day 2 Day 3 1-1 2-1 3-1 1-2 2-2 3-2 1-3 2-3 3-3 1-4 2-4 3-4

Once all the stacks have their day and change numbers written on them, lock away the sharpie and all other remaining diapers. It is important that your charge only have access to the diapers in the stacks and no others.

Your charge is to always use the diapers, never the toilet. To ensure that the toilet is not being used, dye the water in each toilet, then lock away the dye. If a toilet has been used, it should be obvious due to a dirty toilet or lack of dye in the water. To ensure that toilets are not being used, timestamped pictures can be demanded at any time.

Diaper changes will be done according to a strict schedule as follows:

Change 1 - 7AM - Before breakfast, change into the first diaper in stack for that day Change 2 - Noon - Before lunch, change into the second diaper in the stack for that day Change 3 - 5PM - Before dinner, change into the third diaper in the stack for that day Change 4 - 10PM - Before bed, change into the fourth (last) diaper in the stack for that day

On the even numbered days, the charge must take a bath, starting at 10PM and lasting no longer than 30 minutes. During this time, the charge must be thoroughly cleaned. The charge must be changed into the night time diaper by no later than 10:30PM on bath nights.

Diaper changes should be done on a changing mat the floor (even if there is a changing table available) to ensure safety and proper fit (why a bed should not be used). Outside of obligatory diaper changes, diapers are to be left alone to do their job; they are not to be touched, tampered with, pulled down, or reached inside of. Hands off!

To ensure that the diaper changes are happening properly and in accordance to schedule, a timestamped picture of the crotch of the diaper, as it is being worn, immediately before and immediately after the change must be taken. The day and change numbers should match the changing schedule. Just before the diaper change, the charge must write a diaper content code using a different colored permanent marker in the crotch of the diaper near the day and change number, which is the sum of the substances in the following legend:

0 - clean and dry 1 - wet (pee) 2 - messy (poo) 4 - sexual fluids (cum)

For example, a pee (wet) and poo (messy) diaper will have the content code 3 and a pee and cummy diaper, 5. The numbers in the crotch of the diaper must be clearly visible in the 2 pictures taken at each diaper change. On bath night, the first picture is taken of the used diaper with it’s content code plainly visible right before the bath (10PM), then the second picture is taken of the fresh night time diaper right after it has been changed into (no later than 10:30PM).

To ensure the health of the charge, every diaper should be wet and at least one diaper should be messy each day. Appropriate “encouragements” should be offered to incentivize the good health of the charge when it becomes a concern.

Sexual fluids in a diaper rarely show up by accident and if excessive masterbation is a concern, arrange with the charge what diapers (if any) are permitted to contain sexual fluids. For example, cum is banned from being in all diapers other than in change 3 on odd days.

If the charge has work or other “out of home” obligations, the protocol should still be enforced. The noon diaper change, wipes and an opaque plastic bag can be placed into the lunch box of the charge for example. Before lunch time, the charge can take the lunch box in the bathroom, and in the (handicap) stall, snap the first picture, change, used diaper goes into the bag, snap the last picture, throw the bag into the trash on the way out, then proceed to the office kitchen to eat. The charge can be at work at 8AM to be home safe and sound for the 5PM change.

Remote Diaper Care is also an effective means of dissuading tardiness and encouraging good time management.

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mistmane56

2 years ago

I need to find someone who has a stallion who'll let me suck its Ginormoua Horse Cock

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mistmane56

1 year ago

Diapered 24/7 OR ELSE!

Trap me in diapers this thick every day. No potty or chance of escaping. Punished, fined, blackmailed and exposed! Locked in chastity and monitored constantly. Strict rules and turned into a squirming diaper brain submissive. Always horny, always wet, always frustrated. Privacy removed, orgasms denied. Forced fed bottle after bottle, tummy as full as my pampers. Diapers diapers diapers diapers diapers diapers.

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