itsflyinglikeadragon:

You were having a period where yet again you seemed to be exhausted over doing anything and having half awake periods daydreaming of various things. One time you daydreamed seeing a product on your phone, a bunch of spliffs advertised to bring out the inner brickie in you.

What you didn’t expect was for them to turn up through your letterbox a day later. You read it over and it was exactly how you remember them to be during your daydream. You don’t feel in the sleepy state neither, this time.

Curiously, you open the packaging and take one out and give it a sniff. It didn’t seem too bad, in fact it kinda smelt kinda good. You feel the urge to try it, and so you find a lighter and light the end.

You start to feel relaxed and even more relaxed. You smirk a little as you see the clothes on you start to blur a little in your vision, slowly part of it becoming your green hi-viz jacket and the rest just the jacket you wear underneath.

“Fuck me,” you try to speak after having a feeling of a massive headache clearing. Your voice is different, the tongue replaced with one distinctly scouse which is tuned more towards slang and swearing.

You feel finally happy, this is what you wanted right? Remembering you have work in the morning, remembering the hours of laying bricks you do, remembering working apprenticeships. All that fancy poncy shit you never did, that’s just not who you are.

You look back at the box, yeah fucking mint spliffs these like.

itsflyinglikeadragon:

Andy, or Andrew as he preferred loved living in the city. Ever since he visited without telling his parents, he had fallen in love with the big city. Lots of places to go, lots of people to meet, anything you were into could be catered for. The small town he lived in was just small and nothing exciting.

That was until his dad caught him. He left his bus ticket in his jeans one day and forgot entirely when they went into the wash.

He was sent off to the farm his parents found. They had been on the phone for hours to them, he hated hearing his parents decide how HE should act, HE should do this and HE should like that. Even worse was hearing them sound concerned when he found something that made him actually happy.

The farm was in the middle of nowhere. He managed to fall asleep in the car which wasn’t good. He wouldn’t know or be able to guess where he was going to escape. He was planning on just leaving everything. He was old enough, surely he’d be able to just ditch everything and make a living in the city.

The first thing when he arrived he saw was a bland boring farm. He hoped there would be a way to get to a city somewhere from here. He couldn’t see any kind of road apart from the long windy road he took to get here.

The farmer had a county accent and tried ordering Andy to do something. He just couldn’t understand what he was saying at all. The farmer slowed his words down enough to be understood. He wanted Andy to change into some other clothes.

Andy wasn’t impressed when he had to wear a dirty old boiler suit and boots. They smelt a little funny too. He sighed and put them on anyway and the farmer started to show him around, then catching up with the other farm hands who were just as country as the farmer.

One of them helped him learn how to deal with the livestock. He seemed to take it in quite easily. He didn’t realise what he was doing for most of the day.

On the evening he got into the housing with the rest of the boys. He looked in the mirror and asked himself what he was doing. He enjoyed the day. The voice that came out his mouth wasn’t his tongue at all. A country tongue had been placed their instead.

He just smiled. He felt happy here. Yeah, this is what he was meant to be, a good country boy on the farm.

Source: rubberboots-hamburg

itsflyinglikeadragon:

alphamusclehunks:

SEXY, LARGE and IN CHARGE. Alpha Muscle Hunks.

http://alphamusclehunks.tumblr.com/archive

He opened the jock app that appeared on his computer. He didn’t remembering installing it, after it was his computer? No way his dumbass jock room mate would have installed it right? He probably didn’t even know how the keyboard worked.

But there he was just staring into the swirly spiral on his screen, completely locked out of his mind. Drooling even a little as his brain slowed down. All that power needed to think things through going to his muscles.

Then it started flashing and telling him. He was DUMB JOCK MEAT.

When it closed he tried to think, but all his mind responded to was FLEX DUMB JOCK MEAT. He NEEDED to lift now. The closest thing was some box. He was sure it did something other than be a weight, but he could lift with it.

After getting ready for the gym and working out intensely he managed to get back and flopped onto his bed. His body not quite used to what his brain was telling him to do. It was almost ready.

That’s when his bro came back with a big grin on his face. He knew he made his boring ass room mate into a bro thanks to the nerd in his class.

Source: domus-aurea2

itsflyinglikeadragon:

He looked down at his phone. Some guy was texting him about going for drinks like he was his mate. He tried to tell him he got the wrong number, but each time made him feel even more confused.

Yeah, he was in the right house. The one with the old furniture. Bit scruffy but nice enough.

Ding. His trackies felt slightly off. Course he always wore them, why would they feel off.

Ding. His footie shirt felt softer than normal. Was he fucking high or something?

Ding. His head fogged up, but he felt something right. Course he was texting his mate. His vision blurred and he looked back at his phone. All he could see was just a text, “Pub tonite m8?”

Yeah course he was going to the pub. Big game tonite and he wasn’t going to miss it.

itsflyinglikeadragon:

Dylan was stranded by the roadside in his posh car and his suit. Why of all the places would he get stranded here and he was just annoyed waiting for the recovery to turn up and get him sorted.

A few hours passed and he still wasn’t moving, he began to sweat in the heat. Thankfully a pick-up truck stopped by and offered a hand.

He was offered a cig but declined it. The guy ignored him and just lit it and put it in his mouth anyway. Something gave way in his first puff. It was quite nice, good even.

He didn’t notice the hair growing in, giving him a light fuzzing on his face. Nor did he see the tattoo spreading out on his arm. He started to feel too hot in the suit. He didn’t really think of anything else but how hot he was.

Dylan was helped into the green shirt which felt right, almost as if he never changed it.

He jumped in the back of the pick-up with his mate. Why was he out here? He needed to be back on the ranch.

itsflyinglikeadragon:

He found the place while on holiday in America. He thought it looked just as it did on the films and the internet, all traditional redneck gear, even down to the guns behind the counter.

He thought he’d try one of the hats on, and as he did his head felt uneasy so he stumbled around as his arms filled in, his t-shirt shortened to reveal his tat he would now be proud of.

Looking in the mirror at his new self, he smirked and took a photo, damn he knew he was one stud of a redneck. Course he was with all the work he did in the sun on the ranch

Source: poundthadawg

itsflyinglikeadragon:

realmenstink2:

PITS I’D LOVE TO SNIFF !!!

You were browsing the weird new shop, when you came across it, a cap which stood out to you. You were interested in it, even though it wasn’t your style at all. You purchase it without really thinking of it, and slipping into your bag for later. 

When you get home you get everything out of your bag, discovering the hat and wondered again why you bought it. You put it on thinking you must have liked the look of it or something at least. Looking in the mirror, it seemed to fit ok on your head.

You look in the mirror closer, did you have a bit of a stubble growing it? Damn, it looked kinda good actually. You close your eyes and look again, things seem a bit different like as if your cheeks were thinner.

Feeling a jolt, you’re pushed back and fall on the floor. You feel as though your torso is under pressure and something wriggling under your skin. Damn it kinda felt… good. You feel your pecs defining themselves, you bring your arm to feel them, getting turned on by the feel of them.

Your abs start to pulse and you can actually feel them. Your arm feels fuelled of muscle and starts bulking up. You see the shreds of the shirt you had on reduced to more of a tank top, and you see tattoos starting to bubble through your skin.

Starting to snake their way around your arms, you smile and pull a cocky grin knowing how fucking awesome they look. Your head feels kinda empty for a minute, before the feeling becomes… normal. Yeah, you always felt kinda empty but it was ok.

The fuck were you doing? Yea, you got shit to do on the ranch to do.

Source: read2411

itsflyinglikeadragon:

“Woah dude, I didn’t think I’d grow these overnight”

He had never said dude before now. That’s one of the problems with the genie app, you get your wish but it also alters things. You want big muscles and a big dick like this guy? You can wave goodbye to some of those brains and restrictions you used to have.

Straight? Not a chance now, your fuck stick is made for anything you can fuck.

You look happy enough now, happy enough the app just disappears. That’s another thing, once you’re happy enough it deletes itself, never to be found again.

Source: vampiredicks

thesneakshaveit:

The poor lad started laughing to himself ‘these things really are hard to take off aint they mate?’ He stopped smiling for a second, realising that his accent had change, in fact he had never used the words ‘aint it’ and ‘mate’ in the same sentence before. You see it only takes one wish. 

This lad was leaving his uni, studying law, one month from completing his course when he went out with a few of his study friends to a local pub. I, of course, could not help but follow him. A few pints in and he was throwing his upper classed, bias views around like confetti ‘We have the world in front of us friends!’ he shouted to the people at the bar. ‘look at those losers!’ he pointed to a group of scallys in the corner of the pub, luckily they not hear him. ‘can you imagine having no future like them friends?’ he words were becoming more slurred and less coherent. I sat, sipping my drink, waiting for the opportunity to strike. ‘you would not like to be like one of them, if not for a day?’ one of his friends said to him ‘You wish!’ sad the lad full of cocky pride. ‘Yes I believe it would be amazing to see you like that, your fall from grace would be the talk of the uni, at least for a day’ his friend reply…that is all I needed. The lad took one more sip then collapsed. His friends giggled to themselves and called a taxi for him. 

The lad woke up the next morning, groggy and dazed, slowly he started to feel different….something was odd. His noticed his black suit was now a bright white tracksuit, his shined shoes were now a pair of nike trainers. ‘What the fuck?’ he said exploring his new clothes ‘ok, who did this? was it you gerald?’ He then looked around the room and saw me, sitting there on his chair. He didnt say a word, his eyes rolled up into the back of his head for a second before his head flopped back down. 

The poor lad started laughing to himself ‘these things really are hard to take off aint they mate?’

‘yes Craig, they are. In fact they will never come off again. Let’s see how you manage being part of the lower class….now don’t you have a footie match with your new mates to get to?’ Still dazed and confused he jumped to his feet, ‘yea mate, can’t be late init’.