I’m going to be late! thought 30 year old mark as he drove round this part of the city for the third time in what had to be an hour. He was trying to find the concert hall for the ballet but didn’t know this city too well. Marks favourite past times were theatre, musicals, museums and foreign cinema but ballet always had a special place in his heart. He’d wanted to be a dancer growing up but his coordination failed him so he opted to become a teacher of classical music so as to be as close to the ballet scene as possible. All key instruments he knew how to teach, in fact, 2 of his students were playing tonight, accompanying the performance. Nothing gave the man greater pride than seeing people he taught help creating such an elegant performance.
Bzzz bzzz.
Ah! Claire (marks homely once a ballet dancer wife) had finally gotten back to him with the address. 269 maple street. He knew where that he considered with relief.
He parked his Smart Car and, armed with 2 bunches of flowers for his musical students to give at the end of the performce end headed to the address. Odd. Didn’t look like much at all from the outside. Ah well, must never judge books by their covers! He chided, even if they did look like dingy drug drop off points. He pushed the front door open and it was bright inside. So bright. Too bright. He passed out.
Over the next few hours mark regained vague consciousness only for a collective few minutes. He was slightly aware of a voice, it was repeating words to him but every time he tried to focus on them they slipped away. He was being injected with something. Was he being penetrated? That’s the extent of his awareness from that 2 hours.
He awoke. He was at a gym? Without a second thought, as if by instinct he went to lift weights. The adrenaline that caused through his views was like nothing else.
Sleep. He fell back asleep. Was that a test to see if whatever they’d done to him had been successful? Because it clearly was. He was in a trace for the next 2 months. Working out, bulking and sleeping was his daily cycle but he was so entranced that he’d never have known.
***
Claire sat in the living room with her 2 sons, Eric and Sam. No one spoke a word. No one said much at all these days. The police had been hinting that it was time to start thinking of funeral plans.
They’d found marks phone in his abandoned car 2 months ago. Maple street. Autocorrect had chanced Mable into maple and maybe if it hadn’t, if Claire had been more careful, her husband wouldn’t have gone missing. 2 months today and no evidence, nothing. How could a man with such a full life, a loving family, a job that inspires him daily, friends that enjoyed the same level of sophisticated discussion as him and respect him very much… Just vanish??
Someone knocked on the door.
20 year old Eric silently went to answer it. Before he could see who it was he felt a sharp prick in his arm. A needle? He looked up tried to say ‘dad’ and passed out.
He saw his other son, 17 year old Sam, put a finger to his lips and beckoned. Sam in wordless obliged, wanting to know what was going on. Prick. Collapse.
Their trance was different. They didn’t want Claire to lose her mind with 2 missing sons so they were slightly broken out of it half the time so as to not arise suspicion and in it the other half. Secretly meeting their dad daily in this curious underground gym on maple street. A few months later the transformation in all 3 of them was complete. It was marks (well the new mark) idea to train his sons. When he was broken out of his trance he was given complete, untampered free will and was about to call the police when he caught a glimpse of his glorious new body. Suddenly, the completely humble man became a self obsessed, arrogant musclehead, and stayed staring and flexing and stroking in the mirror for five hours. He wanted his sons to look like him, to see the light and stop even considering careers as artists and a acting (things his kids were outstandingly talented at) and become like him where the only aspirations they’d need is bigger muscle. And he succeeded and like their dad when they were fully taken out of the trance their free will was no match for how suddenly awesome being beefed up felt.
Mark took them home to his wife, mark not even aware that his brain cells weren’t even close to a quarter of what they were before.
She answered the door and screamed.
‘It me mark. Me muscles now. Me so big. Me want grow more big. Me so horny. Me not had sex in long time. Penis big now. Huge.’
The rest, as they say, was history.

The singlet had done its work well. Tom’s body had already been transformed, the pleasure was overwhelming his senses, and he was well on his way to forgetting everything except wrestling and sex. Now he was nothing but a big dumb meathead muscle jock.

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lixpex:

Now that every pledge had been converted into a muscle bro, the party could really begin.

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rotherhamman:

“Go on, eat up, it’ll help you grow big and strong. That’s what you want, isn’t it. Never mind those brain cells, you don’t need them. You just need to grow bigger.”

Seconds please?

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Holy shit I never thought I’d get to this point. This blog is way more popular than I expected. I’m not sure what to do as celebration since I usually offer to take requests but then no one sends any in so just talk to me and tell me what you want me to do. This blog is about me and my readers, I write what I enjoy but I also try to do what you guys will enjoy too. So tell me what you want to see and I’ll try my best

The two nerds were best friends who read in a book of folklore that they could prey to Dionysus in a naked forest party and the could be granted great muscle, manliness, sex drive, and sex appeal. So they decided to follow the instructions in the book. They never guess it would have worked so they had nothing to lose. But they also wouldn’t have known that the incantation was offering Dionysus a trade, their smarts for hot muscles and sexual prowess. Here they are right after the ritual, and now they’ve gotta find more brothers to join their new pagan sex cult.

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Who would have guessed the fountain of youth water the man bought as a souvenir would actually work. He used to be a 60 year old thin former jock who was well past his prime. Now he was 19 and he could finally be fit enough to get back into wrestling

It wouldn’t me me ask questions before but I logged out and it would mean a lot of you checked out my jock/republican transformation story musclebeastss. tumblr. com/post/124934272268/ryan-looked-at-the-clock-829-he-smiled-as-he

No problem, I loved the story and reposted it, I’d answer this privately but since it’s anonymous I can’t, I loved it, the only thing I can say was some spelling off but that’s very minor, I look forward to seeing more from you dude

musclebeastss:

Ryan looked at the clock. 8:29. He smiled as he took the last minute extra of rest he’d achieved. He closed his eyes thinking of the day ahead of him. A morning of advanced law lectures, lunch with Jane then take her shopping for her birthday party supplies, then take her and Kate to put democrat stickers over the republican signs in undecideds gardens for the 2016 election and he can come home just in time for the latest episode of adventure time. Despite the head start he audibly groaned at the sound of his alarm but acted accordingly, blowing his floppy brown hair out of his gentle blue eyes.
The law lecture dragged on more than usual. They were studying a case to do with a glamour model, no matter how much the concept of being able to create justice made Ryan love law, subjects like these hurt Ryan’s head. Superficialness was slowly becoming the way of the 21st century and Ryan and his group of friends, all female, hated it, even sometimes looked down upon it. Thank god Ryan had had an upbringing from open minded, free spirited liberal activists.
As the lecture came to an end Ryan slipped out to meet Jane outside. Jane, like all his friends, was plain in every sense of the word, but when you had a mind like hers looks were irrelevant. He loved spending time shopping with her, he could be slightly effeminate at times so he’d always have fun.
Putting stickers up was always a thrill. You have a chance to change an undecided into one vote closer to a victory. And since homosexual marriage had become legal nationwide, something Ryan had near teared up with happiness about, a lot of people are questioning their views. They’d been walking for only 20 minutes, spreading support for the far left when a group of baby boomers walked by. Grey haired, grey suited, stern faced, overweight and walking right towards them with a briefcase in their possession. Ryan grimaced at what they must be thinking upon seeing them. But to Ryan’s surprise they smiled, reached into the briefcase and produced a badge with the republican logo on it and handed it straight to him.
‘for when you change your mind’ one of them said confidently, smirking before they turned away and headed in the other direction to spread whatever propaganda republicans such as themselves do. The badge felt heavy in Ryan’s hands. It almost felt like it was warm. His friends shrieked with laughter feeling nothing but pity for the pathetic attempt of a campaign, handing one of the most liberal guys in town a badge as if it would do shit. Jane snatched it from Ryan and threw it to the ground. He watched it roll away.
‘C’mon loser we’ve nearly finished and adventure time isn’t gonna wait for us!’ Called Kate already ten metres away.
‘Coming! one sec I need to tie my shoe.’ Ryan replied. He watched as his friends merrily continued the task at hand. He glanced over to where he’d seen the badge roll and without thinking grabbed it and tucked it into his pocket.
That night he had the weirdest sleep ever. It was just flashing images and footage moving too fast for him to know what each of them where properly. The only thing he saw clearly was the symbol his badge bared.
He woke up the next morning half an hour after his alarm.
Shit. He thought to himself as he hurried to dress and get out of the door for his lecture.
Ugh great, we’re still on the glamour middle case. She was on trial for homophobic remarks and didn’t seem to own much of a brain cell. However, as frustrated as Ryan had been to even consider wasting his time on this sad excuse for a human being yesterday, today, not only was the case suddenly riveting to him but he found himself thinking she was in the right to use such phrases. Freedom of speech and all, especially if all she did was make a few faggots cry, they need to be put in their place. Ryan cut himself off…
What the fuck.
What the fuck was that.
What the –
He was cut off by an unusual presence in a law lecture. In entered what Ryan can only describe as a monster. 40 inch biceps, pecks so large he surely couldn’t see the ground. Everyone looked impressed. Ryan was pissed. He leant over to his friend Mel and said aloud, not even bothering to lower the volume, ‘i have never seen something so repulsive in my life, what the fuck would someone need muscles like that for. He must have a small dick.’
Mel smirked and retorted ‘I’m so glad you exist Ryan. You’re going to change the world one day. And when you do roided up losers like that will be irrelevant to societies ideas of perfection’
Ryan jokingly winked at her and they both pulled very unsubtle grimaces towards the man, who turns out was the glamour models boyfriend (figures) and the only witness. Too bad a five year old could probably trick a mind like his, let alone Ryan’s bordering on incredible iq. At least the whole display had made Ryan forget about the unforgivable way he’d thought earlier.
Lecture over, Ryan made his way out to meet Jane outside when a hand was placed on his shoulder.
It was one of the men from yesterday, in fact the very on that had handed him the badge, something Ryan still held in his pocket. Ryan shrugged him off, uncomfortably.
‘What do you want…?’ Ryan asked.
‘A law student. Fascinating. Would have assumed environmental studies or the arts from the way you present yourself.’
‘The fuck…?’
‘I see you have something against muscle? I was sitting front row, you see the witness from today is my son Brock.’
‘Okay..?’ Ryan was weirded out.
‘You insulted him. Mocked him. And you think you’re much better yourself?’
‘Listen dude, all I said was that I think big muscles like that are ridiculous. he could barely move. I’m sorry to offend you but I’m not going to lie to you.’
‘And you don’t think you look kind of.. Gay Without muscle?’
Ryan’s mind flickered for a fraction of a second before he continued. ‘Well like I said, no offence, but I think intellect is more important than how you look. And your son had an ego nearly as huge as his muscles, I don’t know how you could think that’s going to change the world or even create a lasting impact.’
‘Muscles are everything. They are a sign of masculinity and nothing in this world is more Important than that. The 3 m’s: masculinity, manliness and machoness. That’s all that matters that’s all there is to life. Going to the gym. Never being big enough. Fucking hot ladies. Being a man. Driving a manly car. Going to sports games. And of course, supporting the manliest party of all, which I think you secretly already do – Republicans.’ The man replied cooly.
Ryan’s mind flickered again but stopped after only a millisecond. ‘Ok well you stick with whatever makes you happy. But I get where your son gets it all from now it makes sense. You have a disgusting view on life and I really will consider phoning the police for harassment of you bother me again. Have fun with your beast.’
Ryan hurried out of the lecture hall fuming. Who gave this man the right. He didn’t even notice how he failed to deny claims of his change in political party.
Jane glared at him. He threw his hand up in a ‘don’t be made at me pose’.
‘Got held up sorry.’
‘Whatever lets just get the rest of my party supplies and -’
‘Shit janey don’t be angry but I uh, I can’t go tonight I have stuff to do…’ Ryan lied, just suddenly the thought of shopping seemed to bore Ryan to kingdom come. ‘I’ll owe you one!’ Ryan said as he hurried off as to not let Jane ask for a reason. He ran to his car but stopped when he saw the universities football team having a bbq. Suddenly he’d never felt more hungry in his life. He’d never needed food more than in that second. He looked down at his lanky body. They’d all beat him up if he even tried to take food that was theirs. But there was no stopping him his hunger started becoming painful.
‘Bruh can we help you’ said one of them.
Ryan opened his mouth to talk but the American flags each of them donned stole his gaze. It was like he was high the colours all blurred into one and there has never been a more beautiful sight. He teared up a little but then stopped and realised how girly crying was, especially in front of such manly men.
‘Murica’ was all he managed to say and all the bros cheered and patted him on the back.
‘Damn straight broski help yourself!’ One exclaimed.
Ryan couldn’t focus all he felt was relief knowing his hunger was about to be over. He looked at the table whilst the team talked amongst themselves. He looked over towards the steak and grabbed the juiciest manliest looking one and smiled to himself. Wait wasn’t he a very proud vegan. He’d never eaten meat in his life thanks to his earth loving parents. But….. That was a bit gay. He thought to himself. That was all the reasoning he needed as he tore into the meat, not even bothering to use utensils. As he chewed the meat off aggressively, something of a faint growl left his lips. He ate it all in record time, belched (wasn’t he always very polite and great with table manners?) and waved his new friends goodbye.
‘Murica’ he thought to himself as he drove away.
The next day he slept right through his alarm, awaking at midday. He shrieked when he realised the time and threw on whatever clothes were fastest. He grabbed his coat and left to apologise to Jane at her work.
He felt the weight of the badge much heavier in his pocket today. He hadn’t looked at it since the day he got it. He pulled it out. Where once had been a definite disgust towards the logo on the front, today it made Ryan feel warm and prideful. He put it on, proud to show it off. Yes this is me I want you all to know it. He walked towards his car, his mothers old Nissan micra. The thought of driving it was making him cringe. He contemplated for a second. It’s 4 miles to Janes work, he wasn’t exactly the fittest person. But he felt weirdly up for the challenge.
‘She’s mine. Go to the gym,’ Ryan looked at where Brock was pointing, he hadn’t noticed they were standing outside of the gym, ‘and get all the hot titties you want’. Brock rummaged in his backpack and pulled out what looked like a needle. Ryan stepped back, needles were his childhood fear. This fear caused clarity in his mind. ‘What the am I doing,’ he demanded in his head ‘this isn’t me… No I won’t go to the gym. I’m going to land a place on the Supreme Court and make this country a decent, fair place for all for the first time in history, I don’t need to go to the gym I need to get to the library and catch up on what I missed today, I’m liberal as hell. I’ve done nothing but make a name for myself in the liberal community. Lots of people see my passion for the democrats as a beacon of hope for the future generations, I’m compassionate, generous, open minded and….’ Brock was surprisingly fast for someone who looks like his muscle are too big for him to move. He pierced Ryan’s skin.
‘Get ready to for the juice rush bro. He bent down and whispered into Ryan’s ear. ‘Murica’.
Ryan didn’t feel anything at first. Apart from his own fear. What was about to happen?!? Shit do I ca 911, I need this poison out of me. My parents will have a herbal remedy for me where’s my pho-’ the surge hit. He had never felt more alive in his life. All fears and doubts melted away. His penis suddenly felt heavier. Did his humble 3 inch just gain a load more inches? He didn’t even have time to ponder he looked at Brock and smirked ‘TAKE ME TO THE FUCKING GYM LETS GET THIS PUMP GOING’ Ryan roared.
One week later and Ryan had been at the gym every day for 15 hours a day. When he needed to sleep Brock, who conveniently lived right next to the gym, was more than happy to let a new bro crash at his. Ryan didn’t know what exactly he was juicing himself with, all he knew was that he had been working out for only one week and he already had 15 inch biceps. Imagine what two weeks could bring him, or a year!!! As long as Brock kept supplying the juice he knew he could become the monster Ryan had always dreamt of coming. Brock didn’t mind sharing his girlfriend for sex either! Which pleased the once (as in last week) hardcore feminist ryan, who fucked the bimbo like the trash she was and loved every second of it.
A week later Ry was king. He has spent two weeks in the gym only but was already the second biggest dude in there falling behind Brock who was just impossibly huge. Because Ry hadn’t been home Brock let him use all his stuff, Ry especially love using his styling things. He lathered his once floppy, alternative (now cut into something a little less homo) hair in hair gel and spiked it. He hadn’t been able to grow facial hair before the juice but now he had no problem, Ry trimming it into a pencil beard. If anyone were to take one look at him they’d see your average meatheaded douche bag and that’s exactly the look he had began to pride himself on. He replaced his skinny jeans with basked ball shorts, boxers with jock straps and baggy band shirts with tank tops. He even let Brock tattoo him. ‘Fucking skull comin’ out of flames fucking rad’.
One day Brock asked if he could take Ry somewhere special to him. Ry complied, he owed his bro his new life of course he would go with him. They entered what looked like a school gymnasium and Ry was already elated, just by knowing sports and training happens there. There were a good 20 people there when they arrived, all white skinned, grey haired, Grey suited and over 50.
‘Ryan! What an interesting surprise to see you here! I thought you were going to phone the cops if we were to converse again?’
‘Hu hu Hu’ Ry laughed dumbly ‘you can call me ry now dude! And no fuckin way Bruh you were right. I was fuckin lame as hell before. I used to want to help immigrants and shit but I was at gym today thinkin about the Mexican clearer there what the fuck you doin in MY Country taking that job away from MY people I got so mad but Brock told me To wait till tonight’ Ry said through gritted teeth, not even thinking about how his own mother migrated from Mexico as a child. What would she have said if she could see her little boy right now.
The man smirked ‘so I see you’ve also had a change of heart about your psychical fitness?’
‘Fuck man muscles are LIFE. I wan nothin more than to be as huge as your son I’d rather die than live without muscles bro. Look how fuckin manly I look I’m fucking king I can’t believe i lived without being the most macho person I can it’s disgusting and pathetic.’
‘Very interesting. Well Ry! Welcome to the GOP. We here look after our own kind very very well. And you are one of us Ry. A true American. And in This world, if you’re not American then you’re a piece of shit. America is gods chosen land. And we as republicans follow gods word very heavily. If God says no to abortion, what do you think we say if someone wants an abortion?’
‘You’re killing a baby, you shouldn’t have a right to chose what happens in your own body you’re simply a woman Bruh. If you have an abortion you’re going straight to hell’ Ry said as if he were reciting something. Wasn’t he a hman of science, an atheist not long ago?
‘Very good! So you see, we are the right party for the best nation on earth? If it’s gods nation, gods party should be in charge. People like you are exempt from basic bible followings, you’re on your way to becoming a God of muscle and you need to constantly prove how much of a man you are in order to gain worship. So you are free to fuck, drink and swear and all other unholy bro activities as you need. Now This is important. We work for a certain Mr trump. He is the most important man in politics today and will make America great again. He is your choice candidate, your idol. I want you to go out and spread not only the republican way but also the way of Mr trump. Is that ok? Also,’ the man who Ry still didn’t know the name of walked over and got a piece of cloth. ‘This is the confederate flag. This is the only other flag worth being proud of as well as the Stars and Stripes. Put this on your bedroom wall at home and constantly remember what you stand for. You live with Brock now, your home was too far away from the gym. We’ve been to your flat and burnt all your books, old clothes, old music, everything. It’s Saturday today which means you will be at church tomorrow at ten sharp. Brock will help you. See you this time next week Ry for an update’. With that Brock escorted him out , leaving the elderly men to continue their meeting. Upon walking back to their flat they saw two girls kissing. Ry got furious. What a disgrace.
‘Fucking dykes you know you’re going to hell. God hates you and you’re going to fucking burn for eternity’ he snarled.
The girls turned. One looked at him her jaw fell. It was Jane.
’….Ryan…..?’
He looked at her blankly.
‘Sorry, I thought… You look kind of like’.
‘It’s me Jane. But better. You have to stop this immediately. God will cast you to hell. This nation was built on straight white relationships and that’s how it’ll be again as soon as trump is triumphant.’
‘What the – you missed my 21st birthday and you come out of hiding for the first time in weeks looking like… we were so worried , you’ve not attended a single lecture and you’ve.. What have they done to you… My best friend?’
Brock interjected ‘Bruh don’t waste your time on ugly non titted rats like her we gotta go pump some iron.’
Ry shrugged. ‘Sorry Jane. I’m the embodiment of the perfect man now. I walk into the room and everyone stares. I am a god. I am worshiped and my existence is a miracle. I was born for no other purpose than to be the most alpha man I can. You’re a nothing to society and the longer I waste my breathe on libtards like your ugly self the longer I miss being at the gym. And for the record brah, don’t need class when muscles are life. Who needs dumb ass books when you have trump tellin you what’s good to think, bitches to fuck raw and muscles brah?’ And with that he turned to head out with his new friend.

Ry is now a nationwide presence. He made a rant about how only ignorant libtards don’t listen to what trump tells them and it has nearly 100 million views. Something about this beast with impossibly large biceps really captured even the most left wing of the countrys hearts. Trump is winning by a landslide there is no chance anyone could catch up with him. Rys parents are among the few that are still left wing. They have gone into hiding. Refusing to pay attention to the news. What’s the use in fighting anymore when 89% of the country wants America to be the most right wing, bigoted nation it can be and its your very own precious sons doing?
‘Murica.

itsflyinglikeadragon:

I was so glad I was starting to see some progress from the gym I had started going to. I just weighed myself when I got in, like I normally do, and managed to loose 1.5kg over the pas week.

I opened my bag and picked out what I thought was my normal bottle of water, when instead I pulled out a blue lidded bottle with “Optimum Nurtition” written on the side. Eurgh, I must have picked up someone else’s bag and they must have just started to get ready as the bottle was full of that whey stuff.

I hated the idea that people actually bullked up on waste products. It was probably all rubbish, as these people were always in the gym for hours on end anyway.

It looked a bit strange, so I mixed it around and I was slightly amused by the way it mixed together nicely. Without even thinking I brought it up to my mouth and took a sip of it.

It tasted strange. It tasted familiar, like uuuuuuhhhh…. I dunno. I drank another sip and another until I just downed the whole thing.

My whole body felt dizzy and so did my mind, so I climbed onto my bed and managed to fall asleep almost instantly.

Woah man, must of fell asleep from the workout at the gym. My muscles are fucking swole as shit.

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