This is story about using music to change people. I always remember being told that TV or certain types of music would make me stupid, and I remember one time specifically being told that it would rot my brain. Well, here is a story about music that does rot the brain and how someone takes advantage of that fact. Hope you like it, and if you want to borrow the story, please ask.
Moose
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THAT CRAP WILL ROT YOUR BRAIN
Jack was late heading home. He had been at a friend's house playing on his electric guitar with the rest of his group and had lost track of time. They actually were not bad; all of them had been in the high school band and had lessons. Jack could even write music and they had some original songs.
Jack knew they would never make it big. This was really just a hobby for him and his stepmother didn't mind so long as he played "good" music. She was a bit of a Bible thumper, and she was absolutely against any heavy metal, punk, or rap. So when they played any of that (and how could you not as a teenager) he had to be at a friend's house.
Jack was taking a short cut through a wooded area between two HOAs that were separated by a several block square area. Jack was taking his time, enjoying the quiet after the jam session, when he heard a "Whoosh! BAM!" and was nearly knocked over by something striking the Earth near him. He staggered and then looked ahead. Just off the path was a dust cloud and a faint glow.
Jack did what any kid would do and immediately ran over to see what it was. Looking down he saw a small crater and a small green glowing rock in the center.
"Wow that must be a meteor or something." Jack slowly waved his hand over it to feel for heat and thought it odd that he felt nothing. He tapped it with his finger and got a very light zap, like a static pop after walking on a wool carpet.
Jack thought for a minute and then shrugging he picked up the stone. He held it in his hands for a minute and felt a bit strange. His head started to hurt some.
"Well, I can ask my science teacher about this tomorrow." Jack slipped the silver dollar sized rock into his pocket and moved out towards home.
He got home and his stepmother gave him a bit of grief for being late. Jack was going to show his stepmother the rock, but when he pulled it out, it had become a dull regular looking rock with no glow. His step mom had turned around to get something, so Jack figured she wouldn't believe him. So he just pocketed it before she turned back.
Jack headed up stairs and put his guitar down. It was a school night, so he prepared for bed. He enjoyed listening to some tunes before going to bed, so he plugged in his MP Player and started to listen to some serious old school head banging music. He had some odd tastes, and the music reflected it. The group was some underground heavy metal band that had a pretty good following in the state, but had never really made it big. That was due partially to the band's self destruction. The lead singer and drummer had both OD'd on drugs. The bass player had been arrested for inciting a riot. And the guitarist had been shot by a jealous boyfriend while screwing a stripper. They had some killer beats, but the lyrics Jack could have done without.
"Metal Makes You Mental" was the first track and was about being driven insane by music and wanting to wreak havoc on normal people. "Do The Bitch" was a song about screwing trashy women and making women into trashy sluts. "Rock IS Noise Pollution" was basically a song about how mindless rock could be and people were really idiots for taking it so seriously. The others ran along the same themes.
Jack settled down to listen to just a couple, but he didn't notice the rock. The meteor had been set next to his MP Player and when he had hit play, the rock was touching it. As the first song started to play, the rock started to glow and pulse in time to the beat. The glow extended to cover the MP Player and then flowed down the headphone cable. Jack had his eyes shut and didn't see the glow flow up and into his earpieces and into his head. If his stepmother had walked in, she would have seen Jack's entire head covered in a green glow. When his head was completely engulfed, his eyes opened to reveal each with a bright green iris and no pupil visible. Jack lay there motionless as the entire playlist played songs about heavy metal, partying, drugs, not respecting authority, abusing people, sex, treating women like sluts, and making women into slut groupies. 18 songs in all played for Jack.
When the last song played, the glow gave one big pulse that completely engulfed Jack.
Jack stood up. He looked around and frowned.
"This is not how a fucking metal star should be living. I need to make some changes."
He walked to his closet and pulled out some old jeans which he tore some holes in. He found some old ratty t-shirts and then tromped downstairs. His dad had once owned a motorcycle before he had died in a car accident and he still had his old biker boots and leather jacket. Putting it on, he thought to himself "Better, but I need to get my hair done up right and grow a beard. Need to look the part."
"Jack, what on Earth are you doing?"
Jack turned around to see his stepmother at the top of the stairs. He grinned at the sight of the bitch. She had just turned 30 and was definitely a looker. His dad had married her after a vicious divorce, pretty much on a whim; but it had actually worked out. Despite being a Bible thumper and heavily involved in the church, Jennifer also did yoga and worked out. She had brown hair, and perfect 36 DD tits, an hourglass figure and a nice tight ass.
"Changing clothes. I'm going out." Jack replied as he headed back up the stairs. "Why don't you come along? Get dolled up; you'd do fine as arm candy."
Jennifer's eyes widened in shock as he pushed past her and she began to sputter. Jack ignored her and went back to his room to get his wallet and guitar.
"What on Earth has gotten into you? How DARE you speak to me like that! You are grounded, Mister! You stay in that room and get to bed. NOW!"
Jack was reaching for his set of keys and thinking about how he needed to get a bitchen hog to ride when his hand brushed the slightly glowing rock. Jack froze in place as the rock seemed to pulse and his eyes took on a green glow. Jack grinned again and slipped on a pair of mirror shades.
Jennifer followed him into his room berating him more as he ignored her. He picked up his guitar and plugged it in. He picked up the rock and put it in his pocket and faced Jennifer.
He jammed out a heavy chord on the guitar and felt the sound wave pulse throughout the room. As soon as Jennifer heard it, she staggered. Her arms went limp and her mouth hung open. A slight green glow appeared in her eyes.
"Time to fucking rock! Listen up Jenny, this song is dedicated to YOU!" Jack said, as he began to jam.
"Jenny isn't a nice girl! Jenny is Whore! Jenny likes booze and drugs! Jenny likes to SCORE! Jenny isn't good, she bad as can be! She lives the life of a metal groupie!" Jack yelled out. The words of a dirty, nasty metal song seemed to flow out of him without effort. He jammed for about 3 minutes, singing about how Jennifer was nothing but a partying groupie bitch. His eyes glowed the whole time and Jennifer stood stock still as her eyes glowed greener and greener until they were nothing but bright green.
Jack finished the song and Jenny's eyes lost the green glow after a few seconds. Jack smiled at her. "Like the song, bitch?"
Jenny got a stupid looking grin on her face and nodded. "Fuck yeah, Jack! That song was totally bitching! Fucking jamming! Makes me want to go and fucking dance!"
Jenny looked at her clothes and started ripping them off. "What the fuck am I wearing? This shit isn't latex or leather; I need me some hot bitch clothes."
Jack grabbed her by her hair and spun her around. "Yeah, you do. I know some bitching shops we can stop at and get properly decked out. But first, singing makes Jack horny. If you want to hang with Jack you gotta put out."
Jenny didn't even blink. She threw her arms around him and gave him a tongue kiss, rolling it around and slobbering all over his mouth. "Of course, Jack! I'm a groupie and your biggest fan! Anything you want, take it!"
Jack shoved her to her knees and she immediately went for his crotch. Jenny unzipped him and sucked him down like a pro. She deep throated him in and out while he grabbed her head and face fucked her.
"That it you fucking groupie slut! Suck it all the way down! You wanna party with me you gotta show me talent!" Jack said as he pumped. He lasted a few minutes and finally blasted all over her face.
He tossed her an old t shirt and said "Wipe your face and then lick me clean. Rockers don't clean themselves." Jenny giggled and did as she was told.
Jack pulled her up onto her feet. "Nice blow job. Okay, you can hang with me. But we gotta get you fixed up. Come on." He led her to her bedroom and started dumping out clothing. She was a real estate agent for her day job, but Jack was figuring he would get her to quit. If she wanted to be a groupie, then she needed to be available 24/7.
Jack finally found a black leather mini skirt she had from college and a black lace brassiere. Black stockings and a set of black pumps completed the look. She layered on makeup and tied back her hair. Jack put an old dog collar on her along with a pair of hoop earrings to complete the look.
"It'll do for now. You'll pass as a rock slut, but I know just the place to get you some proper wear. Me too. Okay, grab your ATM card, we need cash and then let's hit the streets."
Jack led Jenny to the car (a black BMW) and in they got. Jack pushed Jenny down over his lap and she giggled as she started to blow him again as he drove off towards downtown.
THE NEXT MORNING
Jack rolled outta bed at about 3 pm. Jenny continued to slumber naked in the stained bed sheets of the cheap hotel room they had rented at dawn after a night of dancing, drinking and partying. They had driven around to a bunch of ATMs and Jack had his groupie pull out nearly 5K in cash and they had then hit a couple of shops. He had gotten some leather chaps, a couple of metal shirts, proper biker boots, and a bitchen leather jacket. His groupie was properly tricked out as well. Thigh-High black latex boots, latex skirt and tube top, leather jacket, some cheap bangle jewelry. Her hair was now Jet black with streaks of purple and dark red. They had also acquired some tattoos. She had barbed wire with roses around both wrists and a nice tramp stamp over her ass. He had some rad angels on both arms.
They had clubbed hard in some underground joint until dawn. The rock had been glowing a bit the entire time, but since just about everyone there was already a metal head or a punk, Jack hadn't noticed any changes.
