Nicole knew two things. She was not athletic in the slightest, and she was going to barely pass this sports class.
                Nicole looked towards the rugby field she was supposed to join. Supposed to. She was only joining a sports class because her college made it, and she'd put it off until her senior year. Who could blame her? Nicole was the kind of girl who felt winded walking up a flight of stairs, and couldn't open pickle jars for the life of her. Her arms were all bone with only a bit of thickness on them, and based on her running abilities, she'd probably be the first to die in a zombie apocalypse. Nicole had always joked that PE in middle school stood for "public embarrassment". And who could blame her? She only hoped she wouldn't completely ruin this team's rhythm. The captain of the team was nice enough to let her join late since her first pick -- salsa dancing class -- was completely full.
                Rugby was a lot of running, and worse, it was a lot of tackling and being tackled. But it was only once a week for three and a half hours, thankfully. After, what was it -- 12 weeks? She'd be completely free, and would never have to do a sport again in her life.
                Nicole sighed, folding the map into her bag and walking up to the field. This wasn't the first day of class -- that was tomorrow -- she was just getting her uniform and equipment. And introducing herself to the captain, of course. She dragged her feet on over, trying to squash any idea of running off in her head.
                Nicole walked up to the only woman on the field. Immediately, the other girl noticed her and walked over, sporting a big grin. Nicole was a petite girl, barely breaking five feet, and this woman was a skyscraper compared to her. The team captain's presumably long hair was tied into a messy bun, with an incredible body to match. But what was most noticeable was her muscles. She had biceps that would probably bulge when she flexed, and Nicole couldn't help but notice her six-pack.
                Nicole gulped. This woman was hot. And she wasn't even usually into muscular girls. Heck, she wasn't usually into girls at all.
                "Hey, you must be Nicole!" she greeted her with a welcoming handshake. "Name's Georgia. I'm the team captain."
                "Hey," Nicole smiled, graciously taking the handshake. "I'm Nicole. Uh, new here, I guess. I'm... not really the most sporty person I know, so sorry if I hold the team back or anything."
                Georgia chuckled. "Trust me, I hear that a lot. I think you'll enjoy it more than you think. Lots of people come here and aren't super sportsy. Rugby's an excellent way to build muscle, and besides, all the girls think the rugby team players are scorching hot."
                Nicole raised an eyebrow. "Uh... really?"
                "Oh, yeah. But enough about me." Georgia handed a package of belongings to Nicole -- inside was a uniform, a water bottle, a book of basic rugby instructions, and various other sports equipment. "And I also wanted to give you... this!"
                Nicole held the package to her side as Georgia handed her... another bottle. It was filled with an unknown liquid that was definitely not water. "Um..." she raised an eyebrow. "What's this?"
                "Pretty obscure sports drink we all like," Georgia explained, raising up a bottle of her own. "To welcome you to the team and all!"
                "Well..." Nicole narrowed her eyes, looking down at the sports drink. It fizzled with bubbles at the bottom. "This isn't alcoholic, is it?"
                Georgia let out a hearty laugh. "Not at all. But I'm happy to grab drinks with you sometime, babe."
                Nicole blinked. She could have sworn she heard Georgia call her 'babe'. "Uh, alright. Cheers, I suppose?"
                "Cheers!" They tapped their bottles together. Georgia downed hers in an instant, as did Nicole. The drink was actually quite good! It was a subtle watermelon strawberry flavor, but nothing too overpowering or sugary. Nicole hadn't even realized how dehydrated she was, and by the time she did, the bottle was completely empty. "Oh, wow, that's actually pretty good."
                "Ain't it?" Georgia grinned. Nicole couldn't help but notice a hint of sadism and teasing on her wild smile. "I've got more, if you want any."
                Nicole smiled, ignoring her intuition entirely. "Sure," she said. "I'll take another for the road."
~~
                When Nicole woke up the next day, she felt like an entirely different person.
                Well, the first thing she felt was actually a splitting headache. It was like someone had taken out her brain and replaced it overnight, and she could still feel the effects. Needless to say, she did not feel like getting out of bed. But it was a school day. She wouldn’t be able to stay in bed all day. Drudging herself out of bed, she walked over to the bathroom to comb her hair and do her makeup.
                As soon as she gazed into the full body mirror, she saw the changes.
                Whereas she previously had sticks for arms, they were suddenly replaced overnight with large, firm, unrecognizable muscles. Nicole blinked hard. She must have been seeing things. She rubbed her eyes, trying to refocus her sight. But the more she looked, the worse – or, more different – things seemed. Her legs were thick, looking as if they could crush a watermelon with ease, and – and she couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw a six pack. What had happened? Who was this person? She must have been dreaming. There was no way this was…
                And then she saw her hair. Her previously long hair that she’d have to put up in a ponytail was now cut dyke short, and only made more explicitly gay with her bedhead. Nicole had to sit down. She felt dizzy. “What the hell…” she murmured out, rubbing her hands on her temple to try and soothe the seething headache. There was no way this was happening. She didn’t even look like the same person.
                She looked like a jock.
                Nicole tried to think about the events of the last day, but she found something else: she could barely think at all. She couldn’t remember what was going on. All she knew was she had rugby practice today. Rugby. Sports.
And a girls’ sports team, no less. Nicole had never been on a sports team – so she had no idea what to expect. But for some reason, she couldn’t get the thought of being surrounded by a crew of hot jock girls all over her, feeling their muscles and getting whiffs of their sweat after practice in her face. She thought of getting fucked, getting utterly destroyed by a muscular hunk of a lady. Nicole almost reached down into her pants to begin pleasuring herself at the thought. She had to physically stop herself.
Nicole shook her head. Why was she getting so flustered at that idea? Why was she getting aroused? She had to get her head on straight. Nicole pulled out her phone, completely forgetting about hair and makeup. She looked at her schedule. She had a math club meeting in the afternoon. Ugh, fuck, math was nerd shit. Why was she going to math club?
She remembered. She was the president of math club. No. That wasn’t right. None of this was right. She didn’t even know which of her presumed lives were real -- was she really an almost-straight nerdy girl who cared about studying the most? Or was she a muscular jock who only occupied herself with workouts, protein smoothies, and hot girls? Who was she?
This was useless. Nicole wasn’t going to get anywhere by whacking her head against a wall, metaphorically speaking. She might as well let some steam off. Working out was probably the best way to accomplish that. It was funny, though – Nicole had the idea in her mind that maybe she used to do random math problems to unwind. That was a confusing thought in and of itself.
Nicole didn’t own any dumbbells or weights. She’d have to fix that. She ended up having to drag herself over to her computer and find the first good bodyweight workout video. As she went through the series of push ups, planks, sit ups, and squats with surprising ease. Normally, she’d be winded after less than a minute, but the 60 minute workout passed and Nicole felt great.
She bolted back up to her feet and walked to the kitchen to make some food. Nicole had to admit – she wasn’t the healthiest eater. Or… it didn’t seem that way? Her counters were filled with sugary cereals and granola bars and leftover desserts. Even the milk she kept was whole instead of non-fat which she’d probably like more. This couldn’t be all she had. Luckily, a grocery store was nearby, and she still had a few hours until her first class.
After a quick trip – bringing back the most fiber packed, protein filled foods she could find – she unloaded her groceries and figured out breakfast. Her brain was filled with equations and problem solving, but not of the math variety. She sat at her computer, figuring out just how to stuff the most protein possible into her breakfast. Eventually, she decided on fried eggs with some chicken cutlets to the side, a protein shake, and a small fruit salad. It was a large breakfast, but that made sense. After all, she did just have an intense workout. And she was going to rugby practice later.
Her heart fluttered as she remembered rugby. Nicole found herself suddenly filled with an excitement. A thirst. And… in a way, a lust. She tried to drag her head out of the gutter, get through her breakfast, and go to her first class.
~~
                Nicole could not focus for the life of her. Her 400-level chemistry class was her second favorite class that semester, second only to her logic and statistics class. At least, that’s what she thought. It didn’t make sense. Every word the professor spoke somehow felt more agonizing than the last. She couldn’t wrap her mind around what the professor was saying, and the page in her notebook – previously stuffed with meticulous notetaking and diagrams – was littered with illustrations of various muscles and workout poses. It was all she could think about.
                “Nicole?” The professor called her name out, and Nicole jumped to attention, a mortified look on her face.
                “Y-yes?”
                The professor clicked her tongue disapprovingly. “I called on you three times, Nicole. Try to pay attention,” she chided. “Now – what’s the answer to 3b?”
                “Uh, yeah, I, uh…” Nicole looked down at the textbook. The text looked like it was in a different language, one Nicole barely knew. Even just trying to decipher the text was physically painful. Thinking about whatever the answer could possibly be was even more torturous. The act of thinking – about anything other than workouts or protein or hot muscular girls – only felt awful. How was she supposed to answer? “I don’t know,” she finally answered. “Sorry.”
                The professor looked at Nicole as if she had three heads. Even Nicole could see the disbelief on the professor’s face. “You… don’t?” Soon enough, she reoriented herself. “Uh, okay, sure. That’s fine. Let’s see, who wants to answer?”
                The class continued on, until about the halfway point. At then, the professor handed out a sheet of paper, which turned out to be a quiz. Fuck, shit, holy hell. Nicole was so screwed. Even just looking at the words on the quiz hurt. She struggled her hardest with it. Her only saving grace was that it was all multiple choice questions. Why couldn’t she think? Why was her brain betraying her like this? Objectively, she knew this class was one of her favorites. She was ace-ing it, for crying out loud! Her professor just told her that last week! But as she haphazardly finished, the professor went through the answers, and she graded her own paper before handing it in.
                She got a 20 out of 100. Somehow, that felt miraculous.
                For the rest of the class, Nicole barely paid attention or acknowledged her textbook. She just counted down the hours until her rugby session. She began to think that not being able to think about anything else was a blessing.
~~
                Nicole had to physically drag her feet to the mathematics club meetup. The muscular girl dreaded nothing more in her day than this. Compared to math club – which she was supposedly the president of – taking that chemistry quiz earlier felt like a vacation on a calm remote island. She felt completely out of character – a jock dumbass like her who only cared about sports and girls, going to math club? It was completely asinine. Not that Nicole really knew what the word ‘asinine’ meant.
                “Nikki!”
                Nicole took a moment to realize someone was calling out to her. Huh. That was weird. No one had ever regularly called her Nikki before. The one time an ex-boyfriend did, she quickly forced the habit out of him. Nicole – or Nikki? – turned around to see Georgia standing next to her with a wide, confident smile on her face.
                “Oh, uh, Georgia, hey,” Nicole greeted sheepishly. Why did she feel so nervous and flustered around her hot team captain? “W-what’s up?”
                “I was just wondering how you liked your new body.”
                It took a while for Nicole to recognize the gravity of what Georgia was saying. When she did, her eyes widened. Georgia knew something? About the sudden, drastic changes Nicole was going through? Nicole’s brain worked so slowly it took ages to catch up. The new muscles on her body. Her brain cells only being able to focus on sports and girls. Working out in the morning – Nicole, working out in the morning! “W-what did you do?” Nicole exhaled, her voice aghast.
                Georgia waved her hand dismissively. “Oh, come on, you can’t tell me you didn’t figure it out. That drink I gave you? I’d call it more of a transformation potion. Seems it worked wonders.”
                Nicole felt her hands clutch into fists. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Georgia – the team captain who she foolishly trusted – played tricks on her. And now Nicole was a completely different person, and she couldn’t do anything about it.
                “Maybe I should have recommended against a second drink, though,” Georgia sighed. “I mean, yeah, the drink makes people a little more focused on sports. But I didn’t expect to make you a total herbo.”
                “You…” Nicole wanted to use her newfound muscles to shove Georgia away from her. But she couldn’t. For one, Georgia was much more muscular than her; not to mention the massive crush Nicole was slowly growing. “Why? Why did you do this to me?”
                Georgia shrugged. “It’s fun, mostly. But what other option did I have? Let you ‘run’ around, ruining my sports team? I mean, when you came to the field the other day, walking winded you. I can’t have that on my team.”
                “I… You should have told me!” Nicole exclaimed.
                Georgia shrugged. “Maybe. But then you wouldn’t have joined, right? And you want to graduate on time, don’t you?”
                “I – you – having my body toyed with like this isn’t worth graduating on time!” Nicole retorted.
                “Oh, come on,” Georgia waved her hand dismissively. “You’re overreacting. Besides, isn’t your life better now? You don’t have to waste time doing stupid math problems and worrying about getting straight A’s. Instead you can just cruise along, working out, becoming the top player on the rugby team, and having people fawn over your hot, big muscles. Isn’t that right, Nikki?”
                Nikki. Nikki. Every time Georgia referred to her as Nikki, it felt a little more real. A little more true. Nicole – no, Nikki – felt dizzy, and had to put a hand on a nearby tree to steady herself. It was like she couldn’t even see clearly. “And… and is this the reason I’m suddenly… gay?”
                Georgia blinked, a bemused look crossing her face. “What? Oh no! I can promise you, Nikki, I did not touch your sexuality in the slightest. But hey, a welcome change too, huh? I mean, what kind of girl doesn’t want to be fucked by a hottie on the rugby team?”
                “This… this isn’t right!” Nikki cried out. “Please, change me back!”
                Georgia shrugged. “You should be back to normal at the end of the semester. Promise on my heart.” Predictably, Nikki couldn’t tell if she was being sincere. “Unless you want to stay this way. I have a feeling you will.”
                “I won’t,” Nikki growled.
                Georgia shrugged. “Whatever. See you at practice, jock.” And then she walked off. Nikki didn’t have it in her to follow. She was too weak, despite her muscles and newfound strength.
                And she didn’t have it in her to miss rugby practice either, despite everything she just heard.
~~
                Mathematics club was even more of a disaster than the quiz she’d taken that day. She sauntered on over to the meeting room – being a college well known for its STEM programs, the mathematics club was quite sizeable. Nikki was thrilled when she was offered to be president, and she always led meetings with confidence and intelligence.
Only this time, she struggled and stammered through the entire meeting.
As soon as she opened her mouth, people clearly knew something was wrong. Nikki tried to force herself to think of anything other than sports and workouts and muscles. But it was all in vain. Any time she tried to say something related to math, equations, sciences, formulas – it all came out incomprehensible. And none of it hid how Nikki’s body and style were completely different. Normally, she’d dress in turtleneck sweaters and skinny jeans, with her previously long hair in a messy bun. Now her hair was cut short, she donned a crop top that showed her six-pack, and her muscles were clear for all to see.
Her vice president, Sheila – grace her heart – eventually pulled Nikki aside during the break to ‘talk’.
“Hey,” Sheila started. “Is everything okay? Is there something going on?” Nikki sighed admiringly. Sheila was one of the kindest, sweetest people on the planet, and it seemed like all she cared about was everyone’s happiness.
“I… yeah, I’m fine.” Nikki wanted to tell Sheila. She wanted to tell her best friend what was going on. But there was no way in hell Sheila would believe her in the slightest. After all, who would? ‘Oh yeah, I went to join the rugby team and they gave me this secret potion that transformed me into this!’ It sounded like a complete joke – and to be fair, it honestly was.
Sheila bit her lip. The doubt was more than apparent on her face. “Do you need to go home? I can take over for you today. Promise. No one’s mad at you or anything – the team’s just a little… concerned.”
                Nikki sighed. She had to sit down because of how busy she was. “I’m fine. Just a bit… tired. I uh, really wish I didn’t have to take a sports class.” That was a blatant lie. She had to physically force those words out.
                Sheila raised an eyebrow. “Really? Because it seems like you’re enjoying it. Uh, a bit too much, actually.” Those words stung, but Sheila wasn’t wrong. “I have an idea. Why don’t you take a break from the club? You seem a bit overextended. Me and the others can uphold it for now.” That seemed like a good idea. Better than having Nikki embarrass herself over and over again.
                “I…” Nikki felt awful. She didn’t like giving up. But what else could she do? It certainly wasn’t like sleeping this off would bring back her mathematics skills. And it wasn’t like she wanted to focus on anything but sports. “Yeah, that… sounds good. I’m sorry, Sheila.” Working out is better than this nerd shit, she wanted to add.
                “Don’t be!” Sheila reassured. “We’re all here for you. Go home and get some rest, okay? We care about you.”
                Nikki happily accepted those good graces. Sheila was so sweet, and so kind, and she knew the math club would be safe in her hands. Nikki just needed to get through this semester, and she’d be back to normal. She could still put president of math club on her resume, thankfully. Nikki got her stuff and began the trek to campus to get some protein-packed lunch.
                But now, shocking, she had another thought on her mind, miraculously: Sheila was a total fucking hottie.
~~
                Nikki got to the rugby field. She tried to convince herself that she wanted to quit, after all she’d been through that day, but she couldn’t help it. Rugby practice was the thing she craved the most that day. It was almost everything that occupied her mind. After everything Georgia shared with her, Nikki figured by now she’d be willing to call it quits and go back to her normal life. But she didn’t.
                She made it onto the field. Georgia wasn’t there, and it gave Nikki a good opportunity to look at her other teammates. Oddly enough – and somehow, predictably – they all looked similar to how Nikki did now. Muscular jocks in revealing outfits and butch lesbian haircuts. Nikki had to stop the drool trailing down her chin. They were all so fucking hot.
                All day, Nikki tried to think of anything else, anything other than getting buff and fucking hot ladies. It was to no avail. Everything she could think of involved sports, training, sex, or women. By the end of the day, her headache had gotten so bad that even attempting to think of anything else would be physically painful. She grabbed a fistful of her short hair and gripped it tightly. What was she going to do…
                “Hey,” another player stepped up to her, jolting Nikki out of her daze. “You gonna, like, change into your uniform, new girl?”
                “Uhh…” Nikki stared at her adoringly, a dumb, horny smile plastered on her face. She shook her head violently to avoid seeming like a total creep. “Y-yeah, I… will.” Crap. She was going to have to change in front of all these jocks? Who were also in the midst of changing? She felt like her mind would go into overdrive. “Um, what’s, well, your name?”
                “My name?” she chuckled. “It’s Alexis. This is my third year doing rugby. How’s the initiation treating you?”
                “The initiation?” Nikki blinked. Oh, right. How could she ever forget about that? “It’s… uh… good. I mean, no, what am I saying? It’s so weird!” she exclaimed. She couldn’t believe she said – she admitted – that she kind of liked it. “How are you… okay with this? I mean, wouldn’t you want to go back?”
                Alexis giggled. Even her giggling sounded extremely jock-like. “I thought the same at first. I don’t blame you. But like, it was so much better than being a nerd completely out of shape. Like, now I have girls fawning all over me, and don’t tell anyone I said this, but the sex is incredible.”
                Nikki tried not to drool anymore than she already was. She wanted that. She wanted hot femmes to fawn over her new jock butch body. Hell, even just with Alexis standing there, she wanted to completely forget about her uniform and just have hot, dumb sex with her. No… she wasn’t like this. This wasn’t right – but she couldn’t keep holding on to that last strand of sanity she assumed she had. “I… can assume it is,” Nikki nervously laughed. “I… guess I should, um, get changed. And play rugby. Um. Yeah.”
                Nikki began sheepishly undressing her body, prepping the uniform she brought with her. Alexis chuckled and slapped the back of Nikki’s unclothed back.
                Oh, god.
                The sensation of having Alexis’ hot, sweaty skin against hers was incredible. Nikki swore she almost blanked out from the ecstasy. She almost felt her brain go into overdrive. She fantasized about pinning Alexis down and taking off her clothes and licking her skin and—
                “Good luck on the field, babe,” Alexis purred, walking off and leaving Nikki with steam trailing out of her ears.
                Nikki couldn’t decide if she still wanted to quit, or if she wanted to never graduate so as to stay on the rugby team forever.
                More and more of the team started trickling in, and every time Nikki swore she couldn’t get gayer, she was proved wrong. It was almost like each girl was hotter than the one before. Nikki clutched her knees together, trying to quell her arousal.
                And then Georgia showed up on the field, already in uniform. Her muscles were showing clear as daylight. Her skin was already flushed a deep shade of red, presumably from working out beforehand. Nikki felt like she orgasmed right then and there, just gazing at her large muscles and her gorgeous butch haircut.
                No! She was supposed to hate Georgia, right? For what she did to her… but didn’t Georgia do her a favor? It wasn’t worth thinking about. All she needed to go was enjoy – or get through – rugby practice.
                “Hey dear,” Georgia said to Nikki flirtatiously. “Happy to see you here.”
                “I’m… uh… well… I’m happy to, uh, be here,” Nikki admitted.
                “You ready to learn the ropes?”
                I’d like to put you in some ropes, Nikki thought. She mentally slapped herself. “Y-yeah. Show me how to… play.”
~~
                The first few minutes were a disaster as Nikki tried to focus on the rules and regulations of Rugby. But after a bit of awkward time, she got the hang of it, and – considering her muscles and strength – happened to be quite good. Rugby was a contact sport, which made things even more complicated.
Complicated meaning, whenever Nikki got on top of someone to tackle them, she would become so inexplicably horny that she would completely forget what she was doing. Or vice versa.
Georgia was right behind her, almost all over her, teasing and flirting with the already flustered Nikki. Nikki was at her breaking point nearly. She couldn’t take how aroused and turned on she was, and how gay and toppy she felt. Aside from not being too into girls previously, she also used to be one of the most submissive people she knew. Now, whenever she’d get tackled by another girl, she could only think about pushing them under her and fucking her hard. It was even worse when Nikki managed to tackle someone herself.
This was too weird. And Nikki couldn’t do anything about her situation – even if she wanted to.
“Break!” A whistle suddenly sounded, only snapping Nikki out of her fugue a little. Georgia had called the session half-way over, and encouraged people to grab a drink, a bite, or some deodorant. Nikki gladly took that offer, retreating to the locker room and finding a secluded place.
She washed her face, and looked at herself in the mirror. She still didn’t look anything like herself. She was desperately hoping this was just some bad dream. Nikki was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t realize she was almost completely alone.
Almost.
Nikki heard a sudden voice and jolted out of her skin. “Hey, babe. Enjoying your first day?”
“Ah!” Nikki whipped around to see Georgia’s tall, confident, muscular body standing in front of her. Sizing her down. Nikki didn’t like that. “I-I… what do you want?” she eventually stammered out.
“Just to say hi,” Georgia lied, taking a seat next to Nikki. “I’m sure you’re thinking – if you can still think – about what to do next. What are you going to do, after all? It’s not like you’ll have an easy time passing your classes now. Graduating on time won’t be a breeze as it probably usually is for you. And… I feel a bit bad about what I’ve done.”
“Huh?” Nikki narrowed her eyes. Georgia… felt bad?
“Yeah. Look, normally this is just some prank I play on the newbies, and they usually like it. Girls like being turned into muscular jocks with more muscles than brain cells. But you clearly don’t. So I’m going to let you back out of the transformation and just do things like you like. Being sweet and shy and nerdy and subby and… mostly straight. As compensation, I’ll pass you automatically. Deal?”
Nikki shook her head. Georgia was offering her a way out? No. She didn’t want that. She did, didn’t she? But she didn’t anymore. Nikki wanted to be a dumb toppy jock. She didn’t want anything else. But… no! She’d have to pass her classes on time. Nikki wanted to go back to being who she usually was, and she wanted to reassure the math club that everything was okay, and re-do that quiz, and… fuck. Nikki clutched a hand to her head, her brain spinning in circles aimlessly.
“What do you say… Nicole?”
“I… fuck…” Nikki growled. She was too confused. All she could think about was topping and fucking and working out and hot girls. Without thinking – not that she could anymore – she pushed Georgia onto the floor and began tearing off her sports jersey. Georgia, shockingly, took this treatment with a smug, triumphant smile.
        "I knew it," Georgia said as Nikki ripped off her shirt, pants and sports bra. "You always wanted to be a jock. Always. You didn't care about math or science or all that nerd shit. This is the life you've always wanted, which is why it's so hard for you to leave, isn't that it?"
Nikki didn't respond. She just grabbed Georgia's head from behind and began intensely making out with her. Georgia didn't mind in the slightest, and even began returning the hot, fiery kiss herself. The captain of the team put her hands on Nikki's hair and her back, gripping the newbie tightly. Georgia felt Nikki's body up and down, admiring her new hot muscles and her sweaty jock body. Nikki couldn't help but do the same. Georgia's muscles were even bigger and tougher than hers, and the dumb brainless herbo couldn't decide if she wanted to be Georgia or fuck Georgia even harder.
Nikki couldn't think about it, though. Thinking was too hard, and tedious. It took time. Not to mention how much it physically hurt at that point. She didn't care to think anymore. All she cared about was tearing the rest of Georgia's lingerie off and beginning to rub Georgia's clit in wide, rough circles. The captain was phenomenally wet, not that Nikkic ould complain about that -- she just slid her fingers into Georgia's cunt and began fingerfucking her. Georgia just laughed and mocked Nikki from the bottom, though her insults and jeers were becoming less and less frequent as the moaning and pleasure took over her body. Nikki shivered, swearing she could physically feel Georgia's arousal on her body too.
Sex. Fitness. Girls. It was all that crossed her mind. Every time a single thought crossed her mind, Nikki quashed it by fucking Georgia's body even harder. She loved her new life. She loved being a fucking machine with giant muscles and an encyclopedic knowledge of fitness and nothing else. Georgia gripped the carpet tightly, gasping in pleasure. Eventually, Georgia hit her climax, and Nikki found herself climaxing as well just from the vicarious pleasure. It was the strongest orgasm she'd ever had in her life, and she swore that the last of her brain cells melted out of her ears. Permanently.
"You're a perfect addition to the team," Georgia praised her. "I can't wait to see what you can do and get fucked by you every day. I'm sure the other teammates can't wait, either..."
~~
A few weeks passed. Georgia's grades had tanked into the toilet, but her body count of hot ladies had risen exponentially. All across the campus, she'd become known for her big muscles and her sex-obsessed mind. She had a line of women of all types outside her door, ready to get fucked. She loved her new life. She didn't even care that she wasn't going to pass the semester without some miracle.
One week at rugby practice, Georgia stopped by a bit late, with a new member in tow. Of course, she decided to introduce the newbie to Nikki first -- she figured Nikki could help "break her in". Did that mean with sex? Or with a new workout routine?
Georgia brought the new member over, and Nikki's eyes widened. This person looked... oddly familiar. Georgia introduced her as Lia, but Nikki had a feeling she knew this person before. Wasn't Lia the vice president of math club? And wasn't she a nerdy femme? Didn't she have a different name?
She shrugged it off before the thoughts could take over her mind. It didn't matter. Lia was a hot jock now, ready to be trained, and ready to be fucked. That was all that mattered to Nikki now.