Corey was jealous of his big stupid brother off living in a dorm. His parents loved him even though all he cared about were his muscles, his parties and his girls. One day Corey found a spell online that would help him steal his brothers perfect life. Reciting it in his room alone one night he felt a pleasant warmth that let him know it was working. It started with his brothers big feet bursting out from his small tennis shoes and his legs itching and growing manly hair all over while they swelled with thick muscles from playing soccer for the school team. His arms grew into pythons of thick muscle with big brutish hands and his flimsy pokemon shirt ripped off to reveal his brothers bulging, bouncing pecs and perfect abs. “Yes” he shouted in a deep voice while his face matured and hair darkened and shortened “I’m fucking sexy with these muscles dude… I’m… shit I’m thinking like Trevor” he paniced as his dick grew huge and hard in his new shorts and a backwards cap appeared on him, the room melted away into his new dorm while his smart brain was squished into his brothers dumb jock one “duh of course of Trevor huhuhuh why would I ever think I was my lame geek bro Corey?” The new Trevor flashed a cocky grin thinking of what hot girl he might call over tonight.

realhankmccoy:

It was senior year and I really wanted to get involved with Psi Epsilon Theta before the year was up.  So I swung by for a keg party they were having with some mutual friends in March before spring break hit.

“Can’t I just pledge honorary,” I said?  "I’d love to join, it’s just that I graduate in May and I feel like I missed out on how awesome you guys are and everything that goes on here.“

“Yeah,” Martin, the house president said.  "You missed most of the fun, but I guess it’s not too late.  You’re a really attractive guy, Bryce.“

"Thanks man!,” I said.  "You too.  I mean, you know what I mean, don’t take it too personal, haha,“ I laughed, fist-bumping him.

"Haha, for sure,” Martin answered, “but there’s something you gotta know about us.  We’re don’t really consider ourselves just another Frat House.  We’re really more of a Brunt House.

"What the hell’s a brunt?” I said, annoyed at the way he seemed to be talking to me all of a sudden, like he had a secret I wasn’t yet in on.  I took another sip from my solo cup, glaring at him a little to let him know that even though I respected his house, I wasn’t going to be bossed around.

“You’re a brunt, bitch,” Martin said, and before I could even think about it I found myself falling down on my knees.  WTF?  I tried to stand up, but it’s like my body wasn’t listening.  All I could do was look up at him.

“Guys, get his clothes off,” Martin said, very seriously, all of a sudden, and suddenly I was surrounded by two guys from the frat who were roughly pulling my sweater over my head and my shoes off my feet.  Oh god, no, I had to get away and out of here, fast.  But all I could do was sit there on my knees with my ass in the air as they shucked my pants off me and yanked off my boxes, my bare feet and legs up against the floor and my chest now bare too.  They put my hat back on me, laughing, turning it around backwards.  I wore it that way sometimes, yeah, but I hated this and was furious that they were treating me like some sort of pet or something.  But why couldn’t I stop them?  "What did you spike my drink or something?“ I bellowed, "What the fuck was in that?”

“Never you mind, just some powder, but the effects are permanent.  You’re our brunt now,” Martin said, an eyebrow lifted as he looked down towards me.

“What the fuck’s a brunt?” I shot back, but something about saying the word made me excited all of a sudden.  My dick started to plump up.  "A brunt?“ I said stupidly, not sure what was happening.

"Tell us how you really feel, Bryce.  You can stand up now.  You’re in the club.”

“Fuck, man, what’s a brunt, what did you guys do?” I said, going over to Jeff next to me, who had been partying hard all night and had taken his shirt off about an hour ago.  Jeff’s pecs looked thick, full, beautiful… I really wanted to touch them, for some reason, so I started to, lightly, with my finger, almost like I was losing my mind… “Fuck,” I said stupidly as I traced the line up the center of his chest, marveling at his firm abs and the solid way his tits firmly dominated his upper torso… in that moment, he looked like masculine perfection, I thought, wondering why I hadn’t noticed it early.  "What’s a brunt?“ I said again, it coming out more like a whisper this time.  I had to know, they had to tell me…

"Take those tighty whities off for Jeff and maybe he can show you tonight,” Martin laughed, almost a giggle this time, I thought.  I laughed too, stupidly, I thought, and for some reason that sounded hot.  My dick was really firming up, I just had to get out of my underwear, I thought, felt warm and steamy in here tonight and why the fuck should’t I?

What’s a brunt?!

realhankmccoy:

“Just don’t make me dumb, man, I want to keep everything about my mind totally intact,” I told my friend at the lab.  I was totally willing to go through the procedure but I didn’t want it messing with my intellect any – my job and lifestyle were too important to me.  They promised me a whole new masculine experience, that they could bring out the man in me in ways that were easily accessible through epigenetic therapy.  I’d be fitter, more energetic, more attractive and just altogether healthier.  It was in the beta testing process and they said they’d throw in $3000 if I signed off, too.  I’d only need to take a few weeks off work for an outpatient trial.

“That didn’t seem so bad,” I said after the doctor finished up removing the slow drip from my arm and the infusion was complete.  Took two different bags of fluid but I mostly felt fine, if a little faint at first.

I got home and realized I was pretty tired so I stripped down and went to bed.  I started noticing the changes the next day already.  I did have more energy.  My face seemed handsomer, just a tad.  After two days I was feeling pretty into this.

It was the third day when I started noticing that I was getting beefier.

That was cool, I thought, but then I noticed I was feeling hornier, too.  I ignored it at first, but by the end of the day I was jacking off in my bedroom, hard.  I got up off my bed, still stroking my dick, to check myself out in the mirror.

“Looks hot,” I thought, stroking it slowly.  If this stuff made my sex drive a little stronger, that was fine with me.

I started getting obsessed with checkin’ out the changes in the mirror, and I had so much energy that I started working out.  I’d be doing pushups on my hardwood floor and getting excited over how I was going to flex in front of the bathroom mirror after I finished a set of 50.

I went back to the lab and they didn’t seem to think it was a problem.

So I figured, what the hell, I might as well enjoy this.  Pretty soon I was hanging out in just my underwear all the time.  That didn’t make me dumb, I knew, it just felt good.  I might as well get into it, I figured.

Only problem is I got used to it pretty quick.  I hate wearing clothes now, dudes.

I looked in the mirror one day and I just looked so fucking good with these thick pecs and the thicker stubble on my face.  I figured I should have fun with a haircut so I got kind of a high and tight, cut real short though, and that just turned me on.  Even my facial structure has changed from this shit they’re doing to me.  My ears look like they stick out more, like some dumb ape or something, and that just makes me hard.  I’ve hot this thick abdomen and these beefy deltoids.  I feel like I look more like a football dude, even, and I started watching football even.  Might as well have fun while I’m stuck in outpatient anyhow.

They told me it wouldn’t alter my mind any but it’s like I’m addicted to working out, flexing in the mirror, taking selfies, hooking up – with dudes – I just find em on my phone.  I stopped reading.  I look at these hairy legs and I get hard just touching em, I rub a hand across my pecs and my nipples are hard right away and I feel my cock jump up wanting a piece of the action.  All I can think about is my goddamn cock, man.

So I took another week off work because I’m not ready to go back, and told myself on Monday I’d start getting ready to get my life on track.  I just procrastinated the whole day, jacking off in bed, mostly, slowly stroking it.  I guess my new bod’s so awesome that it’s just depressing to think of going back to the office.

My alarm goes off on Tuesday, and I throw it against the wall and say fuck it.  One more day of fun’s not gonna hurt.  Dudes, I look so fucking good.  At least I’ll be productive today, I tell myself.  So I start off the day with a ton of pushups, make myself a protein shake, and I look so ripped in the mirror that I figure I’ll score myself a hookup off Grindr.  Guy comes over, and his hairy, hard pecs crushed against mine – my rubbing the short beard I’ve got started all up on his asshole, and that turns him on enough that he’s letting me lift his legs and plow the shit out of him..

After he’s gone, I’m back in front of the mirror saying “you fucking stud.  Yeah you fuckin’ ape boy.  Fuckin’ just want to fuck with dudes, don’t you, gay boy.  Yeah you jocked up fuck.  Just want to get naked and fuck, don’t you?”

Still hard, still horny, so just stroking my dick slowly while I put the game on for ambience.  I don’t know how Thursday’s gonna shake out but today I just went out and bought a basketball hoop for the driveway so I could burn off some of this energy.  Felt fuckin’ great, too, goin’ out in the sun in just some shorts and Nikes working on my game.  Soon as I was back indoors though, man, just stripped back down to my underwear – I can’t stop admiring this body.  Gotta get another dude over here to mess around with.  Fuck work, man, you only live once, right?

Think I’m gonna pick up a big screen for the bedroom because that’d be pretty cool, and I just found out gay dues have their own hockey leagues you can join so I’m thinking of that.  How hot would that be – those dudes are fuckin’ built, man, and I could pick it up pretty quick I bet.

Fuck, let me know if – oh, fuck it, I’m gonna order a pizza and see if I can find a hot hookup for tonight.  Some dude with pecs as thick as mine and who’s like me slapping this cock all over his tongue for a couple of hours while I tease the shit out of his hot jock ass.  Yeah man.  Fuckin’ hot, man, I could pump a full load into some dude’s muscle butt and be ready to score again two hours later.  That’s how good I feel.  Friends with benefits, whatever you want to call it as long as it’s none of that lovey-dovey or dramatic shit – I’ve got em on the phone.  Sex, muscle, good food and workin’ out, so glad I met those lab rats.

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Devolution really fascinates me, slowly turning into a caveman; losing education, culture, morality, and modesty is very erotic to me.Surprising, it occurs a lot in TV and movies, do you have a favorite devolution scene ? Which is it ?

dougtfs:

Hmm, that’s tough. I know my favorite devolved monsters: Gamorreans, the pig-ogre guards from Jabba’s palace. Imagine if you were a human bounty hunter who let a crime lord down one too many times – as punishment, he’d arrange to have you transformed, rather than capturing you. In a gritty bar somewhere, you feel the first tingle of the change as your nose flares and pushes out into a snout. You try to pay for your drinks and leave, but your mind is already getting stupid – you can’t do simple math. As you wander from the bar, your skin goes green and you hold your hands up in front of you – watching as your fingers get thick, your arms bulking with brutish muscle. You know this is bad – you need to find a way to stop the transformation, but as soon as you think it you can’t remember why. You snort through your nostrils, licking your tongue and feeling your lower teeth grow into tusks.

Feels good. Powerful. Strong. Want to fight, want to fuck. Find some other boars to do both to.

With no more thought than that, you lumber off toward the sound of snorting in an alley.

Awesome

900 followers!

When the hell did that happen? You guys are great, this really helps me with my writing and detail, and I love contributing to this online community (mostly because I think some sites have had a quality decline, and I like to think my stuff is at least halfway decent). Obviously I’m doing something right if 900 of you have found this blog. Feel free to drop in ideas or requests, I try to do them as best I can. When college acts up there’s little I can do and I get bursts of writers block sometimes but I get to things whenever I can. My only ask is that if you send a non anonymous request, can you try to provide pictures? Sometimes it’s hard for me to find something if the request is specific enough, it’s not a requirement but it is appreciated. I’ll try to do a 900 follower special or something in the next few days. I have several ideas of my own backed up so I hope to get all that done before my next semester. Thanks so much to all of my followers (can I call you fans?)

Conner and the school paper team had been trying for weeks to figure out the mystery behind the football teams sudden expansion that was until Mitch from the now disbanded chess club left him a tip to meet in the locker rooms after school, obviously he had some info. But when Conner arrived Mitch was barely Mitch, it was the same nerdy face ontop of a burly jocks body. The changing nerd struggled to speak before his eyes grew dull and face became as macho and jockish as the rest of him. The new Mitch just sneered as his teammates came out of hiding and held Conner down while the coach came out and gave him a quick injection. Conner could only watch as his own muscles exploded, hair growing everywhere and testosterone flooding his body. He grew tall and broad and his face became like Mitchs with a short jock cut and dumb eyes. Soon he was ready to join the team too, starting to cheer and celebrate with them, and he knew a few other editors who would make good additions…