dougtfs:

With each bubble he blew, Brody felt his chest inflate – the gum was connected directly to his body, and every breath made his muscles swell. 

But he didn’t notice that the gum was also connected to his brain. And as he blew, it was like he was exhaling all his thoughts into the bubble. On the first puff, he lost his memory of all his academic training as a scientist; on his second puff, he forgot everything about who he was; on the third puff he couldn’t even think beyond just working out and getting naked and jerking off.

And then – pop! The bubble burst on his face, and all the memories and ideas in the bubble floated away for good. He looked at me, grinning dumbly. “Pretty sweet, dude,” said my former lab partner. He scratched his balls, then took the wad out of his mouth and looked at it. “You wanna try?”

I did.

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the-golden-opportunity:

One sip, and his pecs jutted out from his chest a little bit more. A second sip, his biceps ballooned out, pushing up and stretching out his shirt sleeves. Third sip, he flipped his hat around without even realizing it. It was on the fourth sip that he got that dumb look on his face. Fifth sip, and he was all mine.

“Flex for me, bro,” I told him.

He put his big arms above his head and put a cocky look on his face.

“Yeah, bro,” I complimented him, “Nice arms.”

He let out a dumb chuckle and continued flexing for himself. He was completely oblivious of his instant muscle growth. All he knew was that he was fuckin’ big now, and he wanted to show it off.

“Fuck yeah,” he said. Damn, his voice had gotten so deep and dumb-sounding.

“I think you’ve had enough to drink tonight, though,” I said. I raised an eyebrow and looked at the bottle that he had continued sipping from. With each sip he took, he was becoming more and more simple-minded. If he kept it up at this pace, I doubted he’d even be able to string a sentence together by the end of the night. 

“This shit is fuckin’ lit, bro,” he slurred, “What the fuck is in this shit?”

“Just a special little serum I invented to help turn you into a dumb, muscular frat bro,” I smiled.

“Huh?” What I had just told him had clearly gone over his head. “Whatever, bro. That sounds like some fuckin’ stupid science shit or somethin’.”

wild-eyed-misfit-prophet:

You thought all that thinking was getting you somewhere huh bro? What was it doing for you, leaving you weak and pathetic dude? No friends cos you were so uptight. Look Broseph, now that you are mine, you are going to be so much happier huhuh. First thing is first, no more reading shit, no more hard convos dude. But what? Oh your life, no, you see I will be taking over that. First we get your fucking hair cut bro, then you are gonna see my friend, hes real good making people into bros. By the tiem your done bro, you are gonna be just like your Big bro and a dumbass huhuh. Feel it already bro? Your mind is changin, getting rid of all those smart ass degrees,, yea bro, your mine

playernumber37:

“Fuck yeah bro, killer fuckin workout today, u work those fuckin quads?  Bet u did can see em from here, ur paper thin bro, u been cuttin?  Fuck yeah, u look fuckin awesome bro.  Hey, u see that guy over there, the one watchin us?  Yeah, I seen him around too.  Shy guy, trains once a week and been comin in every other day too…”

“U thinkin what Im thinkin Bro?”

“Fuck yeah bro.  It’s startin.”

“How long was it for u?”

“Like two days.  Lost my fuckin job and my fuckin girl but it was totally worth it.  Nothin beats the pump, Bro.  Nothin.”

“Fuck yeah Bro.  Nothin beats the pump.  Im thinkin gettin that inked on me somewhere.”

“Yea?  Fuck yeah bro lemme know when you go Id be down for that.”

“Unngh.”

“Did u hear that Bro?  Its fuckin startin.  You wanna watch?“

“Fuck yea.  Hey lil Bro, just dont fight it, you’ll see, nothin beats the pump bro.”

“Unnnnnnngh.”

“Check it out, Bro.  Fucker’s gonna be huge.”

“Won’t be bigger than us, we’re fuckin beasts.“

“Fuck yeah.  Fist bump, Bro!”

“Fist bump!”

“Aw, he fainted.  Poor lil bro.”

“Aint gonna know who he is when he wakes up, hur hur.”

“Let’s put him in the sauna hur hur it’ll be so fuckin funny when he wakes up and looks in the mirror.”

“Fuck yeah.”

The camping trip was going off without a hitch, until someone brought a case of “bro beer” no one knew what it was but drank it anyway, not realizing what it would do to them…until it was too late. They strutted around shirtless and showing off the big muscles they didn’t have yesterday. Here’s the group photo and it would be a trip they wouldn’t forget

musclelover4826:

jesse-bro:

“How long will it take for the agent to start affecting them?”

“It should only take about ten, twenty minutes top. It’ll slowly shut down the parts of their brains that are unnecessary, the ones that handle math, spelling, until they’re dumb as animals. I also added a little symptom that makes them crave conformity; soon they’ll be rocking the bro uniform. Basketball shorts, Nikes, and nothing else.”

“That’s devious. How are you administering it, anyway?”

“I slipped it into the gatorade. The more they drink, the dumber they’ll get. Just a bottle’s worth is enough to make them forget their names.”

“Wait, what?! I drank half a jug? Wh- uuuuh- huh”

“Haha it’s okay dude. You just wanna be one of the bros, right?”

“Huuuuuh. Wha- yea. Sorry, yea. Bros! Haha lemme get some bros!!!”

“Yeah, you little dummy.”

Of course part of the conformity also involves trying to recruit more bros as well