A Klohs Call

The “Spiritual Gangster” himself, Logan Klohs, had somehow just appeared on Mitchell’s front door step.

It had seemed like Mitchell had done nothing wrong or abnormal at his classes today, he just went with the flow. He took notes in his numerous advanced classes, geeked out about his new gaming system with his friends, and held another meeting with the Journalism Committee. He had heard of the jock, and seen him, but the two had never really crossed paths before, so when he opened the door to see the lumbering assistant soccer captain standing in front of his apartment, he was surprised.

The nickname, “Spiritual Gangster” came from a baseball cap he wore quite often, including today. Rumor had it that he wore it after each new sexual conquest, but after seeing it almost every other day, the rumors became more like legends. The rumor, however, wasn’t very unreasonable. Logan was extremely attractive. With his bulging muscles, tall stature, and large soccer feet, he was the ideal male for any person. His best quality however was his alluring voice. Logan was famous for being able to manipulate anyone just by the way he spoke. He used this trait to his advantage every day, mostly convincing others to help him with his failing grades. It didn’t matter how low his GPA could drop though, for as long as he was the assistant captain of the soccer team, he could do anything. It’s almost as if he had ancient wisdoms in the modern world; hence, the “Spiritual Gangster.”

Mitchell slowly traced his eyes up, finally making his way to Logan’s face.

“Uh, hi?” Mitchell started, confused, “have we met?”

“Not yet, bro” Logan responded, pushing his way into the apartment and dropping his bag on the floor, “but we’ll be best buds in a few minutes.”

“What are you… what?” Mitchell asked, following the assistant captain deeper into his room, still confused. At first, he was embarrassed that Logan was seeing his living state, with only half of the room decorated and the other looking like a white canvas, but then remembered the situation at hand.

“I would like to ask you a simple question, broski, for a survey I’m doing in my Psych class.” Logan hopped onto Mitchell’s couch, tucking his legs up with him. Seeing Klohs’ socks and sandals easily repulsed Mitchell, but when he place his large feet on the couch he immediately got angry.

“It’s kind of rude to…”

“Are you missing anything?” Logan asked, his deep, baritone voice rumbling throughout the room. Maybe it was the famed cap on his head, or the masculinity that leaked out of his pores, but Mitchell immediately sensed who was in charge.

Mitchell immediately tightened up, he knew what was happening. Gossip had been spreading about this new trick the sports teams had been using to lure in new teammates, specifically by dumbing the victims down and jocking them up. At first, Mitchell thought it seemed fake, but once the numbers in every sport began to rise, he thought otherwise.

At first, Mitchell thought he should run away, but then a something occurred to him. If the rumor was real, he’d have a huge scandal on his hand, something so big that he’d be able to write about it for the school’s newspaper. He’d become famous, maybe even renowned. So, instead of choosing safety, Mitchell chose his own ego.

“No,” Mitchell said, calmly taking a seat, “do you think I’m missing something?”

“Here, let me see.” Logan got up and sat right next to Mitchell. Then, he lifted up his arm and took a deep sniff. Mitchell blushed, obviously embarrassed by the whole ordeal.

“You definitely are,” Logan stated, placing Mitchell’s arm down, “you’re totally missing something.”

“What is it?” Mitchell asked, becoming more curious about what Logan was leaning towards than the supposed scandal.

“Let me show you,” Logan smirked. He slowly lifted up his white tee before completely throwing it off, revealing his muscled, sweaty chest covered in hair. After gazing at his abs more a few moments, Mitchell began to notice a scent in the air. Logan smiled as he saw his prey slowly walk into his trap.

“Come here, you can see for yourself.” Logan smilled, he was truly living up to his reputation of seducing. He removed his hat and tossed it towards his bag. Mitchell slowly began to lean in, getting closer and closer to Logan’s armpit. As he went in, he began to see the sweat shine off of each one of the hairs on Logan’s chest. Suddenly, right before he got into Logan’s armpit, he lurched himself out, remembering where he was and the situation. He jumped off the couch and took a deep breath, looking away from the predator.

“Wooh,” Mitchell sighed to himself, “that could’ve been bad.”

Then, a hand came from behind Mitchell and forced his head down, right back on the couch and into Logan’s armpit. Mitchell, unprepared, took a sniff of Logan’s pits, and all common sense fell away. Enjoying the scent, Mitchell eagerly continued.

“That’s right,” Logan guffawed, “I knew you’d love my scent, everyone does.”

Logan reached into his pocket and grabbed a small bottle of cologne labeled, “HEIR,” and then sprayed it all over Mitchell and himself. Logan readjusted, making himself comfortable as the transformation began.

First, Mitchell’s legs began to extend themselves outward, away from Logan. Mitchell’s calves began to pump with meat, adding definition and strength to the future soccer star. As his quads firmed up, his thighs began to pile on muscle, strong enough to crush bones in between if he tried hard enough. After his legs, his chest began to firm up too. The once weak and skinny chest began to flatten out, pushing Mitchell to even further heights. He finally topped out at 6’2”, ideal for his soon-to-be beloved sport. Mitchell began to moan as he felt something rumbling in his chest. He couldn’t see anything, but Logan loved watching his button up burst open with a cobblestone path and two hard pectorals. His butt slowly inflated too, with two large beach balls beginning to appear. Logan grabbed Mitchell’s butt and bit his lip; the two globes were nice and firm.

The sound of ripping could be heard from Mitchell’s sleeves as his arms began to bulk up. His triceps and biceps enlarged, but not much because his sport didn’t involve too much arm movement. They were still quite impressive however, somewhere between bulging and toned. His hands became veinier. Meat began to fill in, enough to give the new goalie rough and calloused paws.

Next came Mitchell’s feet. Luckily, he wasn’t wearing any shoes in his own home, for they wouldn’t have made it. Mitchell’s feet were plumping up with muscle fast, the toes stretching themselves to the ceiling.

“Bro’s gotta have big feet if he wants to be on my time,” Logan chuckled, “not for the sport, but for the fetish.”

Mitchell’s feet kept pushing out until they finally got to a suitable size. Mitchell, still in the haze of the cologne, wiggled his large toes around. The Size 14 feet would be perfect for running towards balls, and the stench they soon emitted was quite pleasing.

Logan shoved Mitchell deeper into his pit forest as the neck began to swell. It didn’t get much bigger, but the Adam’s apple almost doubled in size. Mitchell’s groans began to get deeper and deeper, causing Logan to have an erection that was soon poking at Mitchell’s back. After the neck finished, Mitchell’s face grew out. His jaw became more squarish and masculine as his nose straightened out. His eyes became a deep brown to match with his darkening, trendier hairstyle. His lips puffed out a bit, becoming much more irresistible to Logan. But Logan knew that there was still more to come, with the hair next.

Just as Logan thought, the hair erupted next. A deep stubble appeared around Mitchell’s face as he continued to sniff. Hair erupted across his forearms and legs, and even at the tops of his feet. Mitchell’s pits suddenly flourished with hair, and even small hairs poked out from under the restrained underwear. A deep, earthy musk began to permeate from Mitchell as his skin tone darkened to a warm tan. The next phase was just about ready, so Logan began to remove his sandal. As soon as Logan loosened to pick up his shoe, Mitchell pushed himself out from underneath.

“No!” Mitchell yelled. He was still dulled out from the smell, but somehow he still had enough power to push himself out of the haze. Logan, a little shocked, quickly regained his cool demeanor, and smiled at Mitchell.

“How did you manage to get out, bro?”

“It doesn’t matter, I’m not gonna be some dumb jock!” Mitchell yelled.

“But you’re still missing something,” Logan got up and slowly approached Mitchell, “I mean you can stay a nerd if you want, brah.”

“Yes, I want to stay as a nerd, thank you!” Mitchell yelled, pointing towards the door. Logan sighed, throwing his shirt back on with both of his sandals in his hand.

“That’s what I call ‘A Klohs Call.’” Logan snorted, his baritone voice cracking as he laughed at his own joke. The lack of intelligence became extremely obvious to Mitchell.

“What do you mean?” Mitchell asked, his mind finally clear enough to escort him to the door.

“Well, I could’ve gone against your wishes, bro,” Logan stated, calmly wrapping his arm around the jock-bodied nerd. He then brought his hand up to adjust his hair, pushing the smelly sandals right into Mitchell’s face. Mitchell grimaced at first, but then he got a whiff of the stench of Logan’s feet. He took another sniff, and then another, and soon began to keep sniffing it. Logan kept pretending to adjust, knowing that he had easily tricked Mitchell into the second part of the plan.

“What were those wishes again, bro?” Logan asked innocently, pushing his sandals further into Mitchell’s face.

“Uh… what?” Mitchell’s mind began to cloud over again; the only thing clear now was that he wanted to keep smelling Logan’s funky shoes.

“You said you wanted something,” Logan smirked, “remember what it was, bruh?”

Mitchell continued sniffing, memories of his education began to evaporate.

“Maybe you wanted to keep smelling my rank shoes, is that right?”

Mitchell thought for a second, and then nodded. His balls began to swell in his tearing underwear as years of training in soccer filled his mind.

“I think you also mentioned how much you love being a jock, is that correct, bro?”

Mitchell nodded. Memories of the frat house appeared, along with memories of his bros and the numerous games he’d won throughout the years. Sports teams and commands began to fill his mind, but mainly those of soccer. His intelligence kept draining.

“There was also something about always trying to please your bros the best you could, do you remember that?”

Mitchell nodded. Memories of always being a team player came into his mind. Always helping his bros with whatever they needed: massages, bro-jobs, even just some plain old 69. He’d always be there to help the team. It wasn’t gay or anything, it was just bros being bros. His cock began to swell as the underwear completely fell apart.

“Maybe it was about you being gay, and you wanted everyone to feel the same amount of pleasure you do.”

Mitchell nodded. Memories of countless nights with different men, teachers, and professors came to mind. He usually preferred older guys like Coach Sorenson, but when he met Logan Klohs, he knew he was the perfect man. He only had to get a look at the stunner’s ripe feet to know that he was the perfect man for him. Mitchell’s cock surged forward to 8 inches, ready to blast the cum swirling in his massive pouch.

“No, I know what it was,” Logan smiled, leaning into Mitchell’s ear to whisper softly. He grabbed Mitchell’s cock caressing it gently and prepping it to fire.

“You wanted to become a dumb, smelly soccer jock, with nothing upstairs but packed downstairs.”

As soon as Mitchell heard this, he felt everything left drain from his head and into his balls as his dick erupted all over Logan’s hand. All of Mitchell completely left the body, and all that was left was Mitch. Mitch was dull, slow, and never really showered, but his skills on the field - and in bed with his lover, Logan Klohs - were remarkable. Mitch laughed simplemindedly as Logan fed him his own semun, enjoying the salty-sweet on his tongue. The once bright eyes were now almost lifeless, with Mitch’s IQ barely over 85.

“I got something for you, bro” Logan said, leading Mitch over to the empty side of the room. Logan grabbed his bag and pulled out a small, blue sweatshirt along with a matching pair of sweat-shorts. Logan didn’t bother offering him a jockstrap; jocks should always go commando. Mitch slowly put on the clothes and sat down, beckoning Logan to come over and snuggle with him.

Before Logan joined him however, Logan grabbed a cologne bottle and hosed himself down.

“You never answered my question from before, bro.” Logan said, the smell of the cologne beginning to travel around the room.

“What question?” Mitch rumbled.

“Are you missing anything?”

Mitch looked at Logan, obviously confused. He was slow, very slow, so it took him awhile to figure something out. It wasn’t like Logan was his professor, so he couldn’t just suck his cock to get the answer. Mitch sat there, thinking what the answer might be.

Then, from the corner of his eye, he saw Logan’s sandal. He grabbed it, inhaled deeply, and suddenly, the answer appeared.

“I’m missing nothing when I’m with my bro!” Mitch shouted excitedly. It was rare he got in answer, but luckily he wasn’t as dumb as some of his other bros, like the hot Scot, Brodie, or his side-bro, Easton.

“Great!” Logan said, and from his bag tossed him a baseball cap. On it said, “Spiritual Gangster.” Mitch had no idea what it meant, but if it was on Logan’s head than it had to be good.

“Let’s go, we got soccer practice in an hour but we still another defender, you can’t guard the goal alone, bro.”

“Let’s go convert another member!” Mitch roared excitedly, getting up and running to the door. “First bro there gives a bro-job to Sorenson.” Mitch ran down the hallway, leaving Logan to lock the door to his new apartment.

“That could’ve gone bad real quickly,” Logan mumbled, glad that he’d been able to trick the nerd into smelling his sandals before he ran away.

“That really was ‘A Klohs Call.’” Logan laughed heartily at his own joke, again. He then turned around and began running down the hall after Mitch. Logan Klohs cupped his pouch, excited to see what the new goalie had in mind for the new convert.