Fuck man, sounds like you and me got the same fantasy, start off too smart n weak for our own good so out family has to take matters into their own hands. End up dumb strong kinda racist rednecks and fuckin proud of it, finally fitting in!

I love it when family or neighbors are part of the change, fitting in is the best reason to cause a transformation. Your too smart for your own good your family wants to help you relax bro, fan mail me kik info if you use that, it’s where I chat

playernumber37:

never thought id wanna be this. always wanted to be smart and respected for my brains and shit. but th older i get the more im changing. maybe its because im in a new relationship, and he thinks smarts is overrated. that branes dont good. so i went to the gym alot and lifted. at first it hurt an i was sore but now its easy and i i love doin it cuz its awesome. plus all that gear i loved looks fuckin good on me. i love flexin. its fun. u should try it

muscledomination:

He is only 15, but Dan was training his little brother to be a ruthless fighter just like he was. His little brother got in trouble all the time for fighting at school, but his family name was enough to let the families know that pressing charges wouldn’t be a good idea. It was always obvious who had been victimized by his little brother because the kids would show up to school the next day with busted jaws, black eyes, and severe nose fractures. No one had to wonder why Dan was teaching his brother all of this: violence is the way to success. 

playernumber37:

when you build muscle, you build confidence. you build yourself, you are focused, you are disciplined. you are to be admired. you stick with the grueling routine you set for yourself with a goal. everyone else should be in awe of you. sometimes, but not always, it is easy to slip into arrogance. you care less about other people or what they say to you. you’re just so focused on the muscle you can see happening, that’s all. your group of friends might still text you, but you have less and less time to respond (and you also sorta forget about it each time, weird).

it’s easy to suddenly, after all this time of feeling insecure and submissive, want to draw attention to yourself. for the first time, you WANT people to look at you, see the new you. you find yourself flexing as a reflex, without even knowing you’re doing it. killer grin, brah! you’re wearing tanks and Nikes and a white silicone bracelet that says “Nike.” you never take it off. you’re a walking advertisement, and you’re happy to be one.

I think its good to catalogue the specifics of fantasies, imo. My personal longrunning favorites have always been into blue-collar men, like construction workers. Big, meaty man’s men who can lift and work with their hands, and plop down on a recliner with a beer watching sports at the end of the day.

harvzilla:

What do you mean by catalog the specifics? I love hearing why people end up with there fantasies and fetishes, obviously not everyone thinks that much into them, but it’s so interesting to me to learn more about the underlying thoughts that lead to sexualising certain things. Becoming dumber, less intelligent, it’s not always about that with becoming a blue collar, it can be just having a simpler life, less to think about, less expectations almost more freedom in not having to go beyond a simple job. There are some really great stories at travisthedemon that you’d like

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nextgenboy:

[200 follower special]

The slightly overweight and nerdy guy put on the mask. It smelled funny, all masks typically do. He tried to take it off. It wouldn’t budge. His body began convulsing, losing weight and gaining muscle. His loose fitting tee turned into a tank top. His jeans and underwear morphed into shorts and boxers. His dorky shoes turned into Nike flipflops. His arm instinctively raised the tank up. 

He had no idea what was going on. He could feel his face changing, eyes changing from a blue with so much life to an empty green and his brain hurting with such intensity. Like a lightbulb burning out, so did his brain. No longer thinking complex thoughts. Just simple and chill thoughts. A constant haze. His vocab..b… words were easier now. 

He was grunting, struggling and managed to finally pull the mask off. He had a backwards cap basically glued to his head. He looked at the mask. “What nerdy shit is this?” He threw the mask back on the shelf for you to find. 

playernumber37:

“haha he said he wouldn’t change, wouldn’t be like us, haha”

“thought he was a rebel haha”

“fuck”

“whats up bro? new bro?”

“my head”

“thats normal new bro. it goes away”

“feels like… uhh… like…”

“its okay new bro, dont fight it”

“whens it stop again? how do we know when hes done?”

“when he smiles bro”

“aw yeah…”