The sounds of college students enjoying their first week of the school year pored in through an open window, distracting Lenard. Scribbling away, he was attempting to create the first Dungeons and Dragons campaign of the school year. Even with the distracting noise, closing the window wasn’t an option. Lenard knew the moment he did, the room would reek of his dumb roommate Kyle.

For all he knew, Kyle was out pledging to a frat, hoping to join the meathead-legion; the thought did give him ideas for the campaign though. He could picture it now, his new friends trying to battle their way through an army of dumb meathead orcs to obtain…something.

Once again, the plot went nowhere. He just couldn’t come up with an ending to this damn campaign

Lenard leaned back, attempting to pop his back, and hit Kyle’s pile of junk, knocking it to the ground. He did the respectable thing and picked it back up, regardless of the smell. The last item to clean up was a flat rimmed baseball cap for some sports team. Lenard was never a sports person, he barely knew what teams belonged to what sport. He was about to push the thought out of his head when he decided to try something.

“I’d look so dumb in this, kinda like Kyle.” thinking out loud. He placed the cap on his head, bill forwards, and looked in the mirror behind the door. Lenard wasn’t shocked at how stupid he looked. The cap made his eyes look vacant and distant. He flexed his arm, attempting to mimic Kyle’s flexes, just to see how it looked. Even with scrawny arms, he looked ridiculously dumb. The cap even made him feel dumb.

He was about to take it off when he remembered how Kyle always wore his, backwards. He reached up to turn the hat around when a small voice in his head screamed out ‘This is bad, don’t do this’. Lenard was confused, why would part of him say that, it was just a dumb hat. Turning it around would make him look dumber, but wouldn’t hurt him.

Showing no fear, Lenard turned the cap around and saw just how dumb he looked, just like a meathead. He went to flex his arms and was amazed at how good he looked. Sure he looked dumb, but he had to admit he didn’t look bad. Plus, that recent time in the gym had been paying off, his guns were definitely growing. That cap also framed his face quite nicely, showing off his square jawline.

“Why did I ever question wearing a cap, bro?” as the last word left his mouth, Lenard knew something felt wrong. What was wrong, he couldn’t say, but something.

As quickly as the fear entered his head, it was gone and Lenard, now Len, was checking out his growing pecks, expanding under his shirt. In one fluid motion, Len ripped the shirt to threads, revealing his new 6 pack abs. He was amazed, he looked so…good. Better than good, he was hot.

Len moved to grab his phone when his cock began to rage, demanding attention. It ripped through his underwear and pants before he got to the bed and collapsed onto it, hand already stroking his cock. He started to stroke his cock, feeling immense pleasure flow through his body. Each stroke felt so good, even as the cap started to feel a little tight, like it was squeezing his brain. After a few more strokes, the squeezing of the cap felt good, better than good awesome. Tighter and tighter with each stroke, moving all those brains down to better things, like his growing body.

“Oh fuck brah!”, he moaned, feeling his balls begin to rise up. Len had no idea what was going on anymore, but it felt good, so good to stroke more and more. With one last stroke he felt the cap tighten ten times more than it felt previously and his cock erupted in jet after jet of thick cum, covering his chest.

Len laid there, zoned out, dumb, and happy until Kyle came back to the dorm.

“Hey dweeb, have you seen my cap? What the fuck?”

“Brah, this cap of yours is so good, where can I get one, brah?”

Kyle went over to Len and inspected him, “Well brah, you’d have to pledge for Bro Cappa Alpha with me, brah.”

Len jumped up in excitement, his junk bouncing around in clear view of the window. “I’m down brah!”