itsflyinglikeadragon:

He was walking around the council estate trying to find his way home. He was following directions from his phone and the map took him through the estate and the roads didn’t match what the map was saying and he had gotten completely lost and was aimlessly walking around.

He was about to give up when a guy asked him if he was lost. The guy seemed very tall, but fairly friendly. The guy introduced himself as Declan. Declan offered him a drink and said he lived just over the road. Normally he would have refused, but he was really thirsty.

Declan’s house was exactly as you would have expected, fairly run down but a home nonetheless. The glass of water was lovely and he just sank into the sofa, completely shattered. Declan was talking about how one day he wanted a son, but he was falling asleep quickly.

He woke up feeling slightly disorientated. Something was off. Was he smaller? Surely not because his clothes still fit him. Someone was calling him. Declan? No, that wasn’t his name. Dad. Yeah, it was his dad of course it was.

“You’re finally fucking up then son. Gotta go out today, no son of mine is going around for long looking like that”

By the end of the day, he was already growing to be more like his dad. He had some proper trackies and soon he would get some new mates.

All the yes, I love being regressed and re raised

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hypnosisneurosis:

As he downed another swig of serum and continued listening to his specially crafted soundtrack, all those pesky thoughts and doubts vanished from his mind.

He walked in after another intense shirtless workout, coated in his sweat. Like any good JOCKBOY he was listening to his coach’s files and wearing his cap and was feeling confused. But then he saw the tub of protein and downed his shake. His training took over, bro. He’s gotta drink his brotein to get swole for coach.

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isntthisrad:

His favorite book is wordless.

Roided dumbass of a bro pretending he understands smart shit.
He might have once, but as soon as he got pumped on juice and his body started changing, muscles growing and popping out all over the place, so did his mind. 
Muscle was really the only thing that mattered now, that was the realization he came to. Pretty much the last time he was able to actually realize something beyond lifting and sports too. What fills his head now is meat and juice. Why would he even bother having complicated thoughts? That never helped, all that did  was make him insecure, small and weak, but that was then. Now he looks like a god, feels and fucks like one. That’s what life is about, and the fellows at the JUICE GYM helped him realize that.
One day they dared him to go to a library. It felt like ages since he last set foot inside one, much less search for anything on the internet that wasn’t basically lifting related. He noticed one of his bros had a phone aimed at him when he grabbed a book. Immediately he set the book aside, lifted his shirt and flexed. I mean, gotta show that bod for a picture right? That’s what really matters in life. Suffice to say when he tried to read the words they didn’t really mean anything, just like letters scattered all over an alphabet soup.
You see, for the body it’s like this: what you train grows, what you doesn’t, well… it whiters away. Just more space to fill with muscle, or so he thinks.
Can’t wait for the party after gym today, just him and the bros, shit’s gonna be rad.

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greatdelusionengineer:

J.D.’s picture at the top was taken right after he found out that he had been accepted at Duke Medical School.  That was in May of this year, early May.  In mid May, J.D. and his girlfriend, Mary Katherine both graduated from the University of Tennessee.  They had been high school sweethearts and had stayed together through their four years of college.  On the day of graduation, J.D. made a big deal of telling Mary Kattherine that he wanted to tell her something important, right after the graduation ceremony.  Mary Katherine felt sure that this would be the day that J.D. was (finally) going to pop the question to her.  She was so excited for him, so that she could plan the wedding and start her life preparing to be a rich doctor’s wife.  J.D. pulled her aside out away from the crowd, down to a grove a trees for privacy.  But instead of asking her to marry him, J.D. told her the were over.  She couldn’t believe it.  She was depressed for months following.  Finally, her mom called Mary Katherine’s grandma in New Orleans to come and stay with them and help Mary Katherine move through this.   She did come up and she did help Mary Katherine through the ordeal.  The way she did it involved swearing Mary Katherine to secrecy and performing a spell together that worked revenge on J.D. for breaking her heart and for denying her the future life she assumed to have.  The spell cursed J.D. and worked it’s effects on him for over two weeks as it cast him away from all connection with the identity he had become as an arrogant, handsome young man with a bright future.  Soon, J.D. was transformed permanently from the curse into a dim witted, stupid, simple-minded country boy with the intellect of a second grade boy.

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itsflyinglikeadragon:

Tom had received a FUR? Mechanic soap for his birthday. He accepted the gift with a smile as you would normally, hating getting soap for his birthday. What were they thinking really? Also why a mechanic? Did they find out he loved being dirty and greasy. He should remember to put a better password on his laptop when he got to it.

The soap smelt strangely like oil and felt slightly oily to the touch and left his hands with a few marks on. Damn he was going to have some fun with it. It was a thing to give him a little joy when he was still searching for a job.

After the first few uses he noticed his hands were getting a little rougher and in general he was slightly dirtier. He sat thinking about cars, grease and being in a boiler suit when jacking off. He started even using the soap and feeling good getting his cock all dirty and smelly.

He got his hair cut short. He didn’t really know what to think of it, but he barely remembered asking for it. He ran his dirty hands through his hair and dumbly smiled at himself.

He’d started applying for jobs in garages. He was a graduate in something like English wasn’t he? It didn’t matter, he just needed to be working with grease and cars all day.

A week later he got a job and was given his own boiler suit after acing the interview. Then he realised the bar of soap had been completely used. But then he had his own dirty boiler suit, and he was his dream, a dirty filthy mechanic.