Dippin' New Life - part 3

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DeShaun, formerly a towering black thug and now an overmuscled redneck who would go by Sean, was on his third lipper of the day when his cell phone rang. It was nick.

"Howdy," he said, aware of how stereotypical it sounded. Nick was calling into signal that the plans for phase two were complete. It was go time.

Sean smiled, spitting brown juice into a soda bottle he had managed to fill in just a few hours. He grabbed his backpack, full of tins of the magic dip, and left his room.

He was responsible for the residence halls. A group of the brothers, some converted to dip but many still results of the now-extinct mystical cigars, would hold impromptu parties outside the areas they were targeting. While the unsuspecting masses were enjoying the festivities, a smaller group of the guys would go leave the magic dip in the common areas, along with a none-too-cryptic message:

"From the bros: Welcome."

Sean methodically made his way through the dozen or so sets of dorms, suites and apartments on campus, leaving a tin or two of the dip in lounges, lobbies and wherever large groups of clueless fad-followers congregated. Having the whole campus population catch on to the dip trend was crucial. Now, instead of seeing a totally out of place, unmarked can of bizarre white tobacco, they'd see a free sample and would, in theory, eagerly snatch it up.

He completed his deliveries in little time, spitting all the way, and made his way back to the large grassy mall in the center of campus, which is where the brothers would be able to see the fruits of their handiwork. On the underside of the mysterious message was a simple set of instructions: "Try it, then meet us on the mall."

The guys waited for what seemed like ages, smoking and dipping and anxiously awaiting the arrivals of their soon-to-be brothers.

Just after midnight, Nick and Sean spotted movement from beyond the mall. "Yall," Nick shouted between spits, "They're comin'."

And they came.

By the dozens, well-muscled and devastatingly handsome men of all races and sizes made their way to the meeting point. Many of them had taken typical downhome southern features, with a fair amount of newly minted baseball and hockey players thrown in for good measure. They all looked like they belonged on a calendar somewhere: giant, heaving pecs, pulsating biceps of various sizes, and giant mounds of legs rolling powerfully through the dark night. And all of them had one thing in common: a bulging mass protruding from their lower lips.

Nick and Sean could barely contain their excitement. Many of the new recruits had once been girls, they could only theorize, since they had "experimented" on a handful prior to the full-scale operation, and all of them had become guys.

They were all smiling, spitting and talking wildly in their deep-ingrained accents, which ranged from pronounced southern drawls to thick New York to a smattering of Canadian. They locked hands, arms and embraces with the original brothers who had bestowed on them the gift of these new lives. None of them were unhappy, more than a few were extremely confused, but all of them were thankful.

A thought occurred to Nick as he spit out what seemed like a gallon of sludge. If all of the females had become males, what were they supposed to do for sex?

"Shit," he said, with a wicked curiosity he was dying to explore.

[tennis_Fan33]

new chapter soon??

[greedycigarson]

I was about to bump this thread too... hope to see more coming!!