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maryburgers:

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luthienebonyx:

telanu:

britney2007spears:

hoodoo-hoodlum:

I’m so mad because this worked

help me roger

Reblogging myself because

Originally posted by gifs-for-the-masses

Reblogging myself because… what was that? Five minutes?

O_O

………my friend has made me curious

help me roger

Update: after I reblogged this someone messaged me offering me tickets to the sold out Hausu screening with a Q&A and autograph session with the director

These never work for me, but here’s to trying.

  1. I don’t believe in these things
  2. But last time I reblogged one ten/fifteen minutes later I got a call offering me a job
  3. But I reblogged it because I was waiting on hearing back from the job. So there you go.
  4. Roger is cute.

Eh Roger is cute I might as well

That fish is so happy it makes me happy.

Reblogging myself because I reblogged this yesterday and got promoted today!

masterboibinder:

“It only took two months of subliminal hypnotic trance training… two months to transform you from an arrogant asshole roommate to my horny obedient Cock Hound…. do you even remember your name, Cock Hound…?”

Rrrrrrggggmmmm… w-woof?!? W-wooff!?!?!

“Yeah… just as I thought… you only know one thing now, Cock Hound… you know what you’re hungry for… what makes a Cock Hound like you really happy…?”

MMmRRrRggggMMmmM… w-woof! WOOF!!

“Oh, yeah… that’s it, Cock Hound… get yourself a good strong whiff of your Master’s musky scent… time to show your Master what a mindless, obedient, boner-sniffing puppy you crave to be…”

MMMMRRGGMMMWOOF! WOOF!! WOOF!!!

“You’ve adapted to the first phase of your obedience training very nicely, Cock Hound… as a reward, I think it’s finally time you get a real taste of your very first juicy boner treat, Cock Hound…”

MMMMMWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOFF!! WOOOOOOOOFFFFF!!!!

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And his transformation is complete as he twists his cap backwards just like his two friends. You’d never know they started out as 4.0 college students celebrating graduation by going boating in Florida. The boat they rented had a few caps to block the sun and something called “Bro Beer” on it. They shrugged and put the hats on and drink. Their chests barreled out and their skin got tan. They threw their glasses in the lake since they didn’t need them anymore. Then the mental changes came as one by one they twisted their caps. The one in the middle was resistant but he too gave in

Jacob couldn’t believe his Dad asked him to go get stuff to fix the car instead of doing it himself. Jacob hated cars and didn’t understand them at all, now he was being forced to help with “repairs” that seem unnecessary. Seems to him it’s just been too long since his Dad saw under the hood and he needs any excuse. Jacob was looking at different lubes and picked the one up that was on his Dad’s list.

As soon as he grabbed it he felt weird, dizzy almost. There was some of the lube that leaked out and was on the handle, he automatically wiped it off on his jeans as they transformed into basketball shorts. He stupidly grabbed it again, this time wiping it on his t-shirt as it changed into a gray sleeveless. He felt sweaty so he ran his hand through his hair and it grew long and floppy as slight scruffy grew on his chin. His skin itched as it got tanner and suddenly a cap appeared on his head and twisted itself backwards.

He felt a wave of heaviness roll over his brain. He started to feel dumber and cared less about school and more about sports, beer, and cars. “Huhuhuh ” Jake started laughing to himself at how dumb he was to get the car lube everywhere. Oh well he’d be home to do some fixin on the car soon

bradleyp89:

As soon as Coach orders him to flex he breaks out in a sweat. His dick gets hard, his freshly-pumped muscles tense increasingly tighter, focused on pleasing the man who made him this way. His breathing speeds up, his abs tense, he feels that familiar rush, and his engorged dick erupts, spewing load after load of hot cum into his jockstrap. Exhausted he falls back into his chair, and he hears his Coach say the words he lives to hear. GOOD JOCKBOY.

Coach smiles, knowing that jockstrap will be in the mail to him tonight.

cannibal-chow:

Bryan was an incredibly average white nerd always playing minecraft or some other game on his computer. It was the weekend and there was a sweet fair this Saturday so he decided on going to get some sun on his pale body. He was riding and after a couple hours got hungry and saw a churro cart and thought. “Hey why not I never had one before.” So he buys a couple and eats them all pretty fast as he’s leaving the fair. He arrives at his home but starts feeling like he has an upset stomach so he rushes to the bathroom feeling like he’s gonna vomit but nothing comes up. He looks up into his mirror and notices he has a tan brown spot on his nose and scratches it but it spreads across his face. His arms and chest start to get toned muscles as a hat and glasses appear out of nowhere. He’s trying to fight this urge to take a selfie while his lower half gets tan and basketball shorts appear. He takes out his phone and snaps a pic with the caption. “Jose here looking for some amigos to hang and play bball hit me up!”

roboris89:

Your friend pulls you into the kitchen as soon as you were alone, and you have no idea why. Then he pulls out his already hard cock. For a second you’re about to yell, and then you really get to looking at his dick. It’s hard, yes, and a nice shade, a soothing color somehow. Something about it is just so pleasing to the eye, maybe it’s the shape, maybe it’s the length, but you’re pretty sure it’s how hard it looks. Hard as a rock. Hard as steel. Hard as …

Hard as …

Hard … to think.

Hard… for words.

Hard, so hard.

Hard, you’re so hard.

Hard to think when you’re so …

Hard is nice.

Hard is good.

Hard cock, his cock is hard.

Hard is good, his cock is hard, his cock is good.

His cock is hard and smooth.

His cock is hard and blank.

Hard is good, and cock is good, and cock is blank, and blank is good.

Hard is good and cock is good, and blank is good.

You are hard, and you are good, and you are blank.

Hard is horny, cock is hard, blank is cock, and blank is horny.

When hard, you’re blank and horny.

When horny you’re blank and hard.

When blank you’re hard and horny.

His cock is hard and blank and good, and his hard, blank, good cock obeys him.

When you’re hard and blank and horny, you obey his cock.

When you’re hard and blank and horny, you obey him.

Hard is good, and you are good, and horny is blank, and you are blank and horny, and you will obey.

Hard.

Horny.

Blank.

Obey.

Hard cock.

Horny cock.

Blank cock.

Obey his cock.

Hard, horny, blank and obedient cock.

He tells you to look up and you do, even though you want to keep looking at his hard, horny, blank, obedient cock. All he asks, once you’ve looked into his eyes, is a simple question.

“Are you ready to obey?”

hypnopup:

“Help! I can’t—”

I slapped my hand over his mouth. Felt his jaw fight against it.

“Ah ah ah, boy. Those are people sounds.”

I drove my cock into him. Slow. Hard. Deep.

“And you’re not people.”

His muffled yelling turned into a long moan. He was fighting it. But he was losing.

“Maybe you were a hotshot on the soccer team. All the girls turned on by that arrogant grin. All the guys jealous of that big cock.”

I slammed into him again.

“But look at you now. On your hands and knees like the dumb dog you are. Fucking dick leaking all over my couch. Maybe I’ll let you lick it up later if you’re good. Puppy.”

He shuddered at that. Moaning into my hand.

“Aw, you like that? Want to just lap your cum off the cushions—get it all over your face? Turn into the horny little fuck puppy you know you are?”

His breathing was getting heavier. Almost like panting.

“Good boy. Arch your back, puppy. Stick that little bubble butt out for me. I know you want it.”

He couldn’t help but obey. And moans turned to whimpers.

“Now. Let’s try this again. Bark.”

His throat tensed, but no sound came out. So horny. So scared. So close.

“Bark, boy.”

He strained against my hand. Fighting me with everything he had while slamming his ass against my cock. I pulled his head close to mine, and put my lips at his ear.

“Bark,” I whispered. And rammed my dick deep into the bitch’s ass. 

He howled.

And he was mine.

The former jock shot his load all over the couch. And, still hungrily fucking himself on my dick, dug his face into the cushions to lick up his spunk.

“Huh. Spunk. Sounds like a good name for you.”

He looked up at me then. Eyes half-lidded with lust. Cum on his cheek. Tongue hanging out. Another cocky jock turned cum-addicted pup. 

“Good boy, Spunk. Good boy.”

Source: hypnopup

cannibal-chow:

Poor Deane he’s so confused right now. He used to be a wimpy little nerd til I locked him in the locker room with me for Coach’s training plan. Deane was ready to leave for home but I locked the door and pushed him to the floor pinning him while taking my used jockstrap and stuffing it in his pants. He was whining how gross, wet, and warm it was then I lifted the band of his pants up to see his underwear was gone and my jockstrap was in it’s place with a big pouch hehe. I rubbed his crotch as his dick grew to almost 10 inches long and thick like a coke can. He’s getting there as I took off his shoes and put my wrestling high tops also sweaty and warm on his sockless feet. He was moaning so much as his muscles grew to be big but not as big as mine and his hair grew a bit long. So close to finishing he was smiling big and dumb as his mind knew only to fuck and wrestle then he came so much as his old mind and old self faded away. He called me bro and told me we had to get to the match and as I wrestled him he got a boner then lost cause he was distracted by it. I went over to him and said “Bro see what happens when you wrestle your teammate? You get a boner and get distracted then lose the match haha. Come on I gotta let the coach know we have the school nerd on our team now.” So Deane followed me to the coach’s office and signed up for wrestling.