goodboymusclejock:

I know I’m still smart. I know it. Yeah, I look like all of Coach’s other boys, like some dumb brute, but that’s not me. That’s not ever gonna be me, because I don’t think his Process is working on me.

Like, I can add by 45s. I know big words like hypertrophy. Fuck, I can even tell ya exactly what to expect from half a dozen different cycles depending on what hormone you use. And, like Coach says, he doesn’t need more dumbo muscle boys, I can leave any day.

But I said I’d stick with it until I started feeling dumb, and so far all I feel is awesome. It’s like every muscle is a dick, a big hard throbbing dick. I love the pump, I’m horned up all the time. I sleep like a log and wake up like a beast, ready to get my first workout in before I go an flex and jerk off, or maybe play with one of Coach’s boys.

And those bros ain’t so bad, either. I almost like hanging out with them than with my old friends. Who cares about politics and science and all that crap when your dick is hard and your body’s pumped? I just wanna ride this for a little while more, and the bros are the only ones who understand.

So, yeah, bro, fuck you. I’m still smart. Now are you gonna help me figure out how to work this phone or what?

Source: bodybuildermusclecentral

foiblesandfuckups:

He doesn’t know quite what’s happening, fact is, he never will. He entered in there a normal guy, quite boy-next-door, straight, he leaves a muscle bottom slut. A himbo through and through. We’ve caught him at the end of his transformation, his body has finished, all bluging and glorious, his clothes are still going through the change, sweatpants snaking up into a pair of scanty shorts, barely covering his giggling ass or impressive dick. Poor thing, he only came to support his mate, who just came out. Now, he’s going to be joining the mate as a gay boy forever. Once the transformation is complete, the boy goes off to the dance floor, clad only in the minuscule shorts, to snag himself a hot daddy to pound him that night. He’ll be back to this club every night, and he’ll work here eventually. Such is his life now as a bimbro slut.

bestnatesmithever:

Society is constantly telling us we are not good enough. We are made to believe that we need to achieve a certain things in order to prove our worth. We are told we need to be prettier, stronger, smarter, more productive, etc.

The truth is…you are enough. Who you are is exactly who you need to be. Don’t worry about what the world wants you to be. Just be.

I’m back

It will be limited, I’m probably mostly gonna be doing reposts, but I’ll have some original stuff mixed in, I’ll try to finish the requests I have too but for the time being I’m gonna stop taking new requests for a little while. I like doing it but with school eating up time I don’t wanna worry about the commitment of disappointing anyone who sends one in. Once I’m able to be fully active again I’ll most likely reopen that door

nextgenboy:

“In the year 20xx, all males are forced to become dumb bros…”

[Author note: not sure where I wanted to go with this… just stuck in my drafts.]

These nerds were once part of an honor society, but the “Bro Act of 20XX” more or less made those illegal. You see there was finally a women president and she was very nervous, as he actions would determine the future of women politicians. She decided, which the help of some scientists, that of all men were dumb, they’d never want political power cause they wouldn’t know what to do with it. These honors kids got invited to a trip to meet the president herself…this pic was taken very shortly after the meeting.

hootie-who:

He kept trying to write captions and post stories about man bimbos but it was…hard. He couldn’t stop jerking off and got distracted but the littlest things. Time to work out?

“post selfies” the message in his inbox said. He flexed his guns , confused as to when his arms got so muscular, and took a photo. More inbox messages came in calling him a hot slut, a muscle bimbo and a brainless jock. He laughed and wiped up the drool that dribbled out of his mouth. 

One message…it was hard to read for him…it had a url he clicked and his webcam started running. He wasn’t sure why he was on that tumblr site before when this was where he should be. He knew what to do. Pose, pose, tease, jerk off then give your phone number so  daddies can order you.

As he posed his mind drifted further and further away. He was meat now. He bimbo. Him muscleslut.

Source: geektofreek