Once you’ve accepted it, once you’ve given all the way in, it’s easy to become the stupid himbo your master wants you to be. It’s easy to strip off your clothes and admire yourself, feeling so big, so muscular, so ripped, so stupid, so… horny. Muscle is sex and sex is muscle, just existing in your fucking ripped body is enough to get you and keep you hard as a rock. All this body is for one purpose, serving your master. So just strip… that’s right, just give in… let yourself become the dumb, horny himbo you know you are deep inside.
I need to write this paper. I need to… flex my biceps. The paper is due tomorrow. It’s half my grade for the semester. If I don’t finish this paper, I’ll fail the class. I could lose my scholarship. But my biceps. God, they feel amazing. They look amazing. My whole body looks amazing. The formula my roommate has been giving me is amazing. I am so grateful. I am so lucky that he is my roommate.
I need to go to the gym. I need to work out. I can finish this paper later, when I get home from the gym. I can finish it after I’m done taking my supplements and making my protein shake and planning my meals for the week. Then, I will finish this paper.
It’s not that important, anyhow. It’s half my grade, but I don’t need that class. I need to work on my body. I don’t care about my grades, I don’t care about that class. I need to take easier classes next year, so that I can focus more on my body. I need to take more classes about sports and nutrition. I should probably change my major.
How did this file get open on my computer? I should be making a playlist for my workout. Getting myself pumped up for the gym. This looks like some sort of a paper. I wasn’t writing a paper. I definitely wasn’t. Was I?
Jason desperately needed a room to stay. He was unable to get one close to school and the only opportunity was with a somewhat older man who had a spare room. The man seemed all rigth and Jason moved in. Because his bedroom was to small Jason had to do all of his homework in the livingroom. The only thing was that the man always walked around the house wearing only a robe. Jason was straight so he always avoided eye contact with the man.
Over the course of a week Jason started to pay more attention to the man. He had a big tattoo on his chest, which was always visible, and he had rings in his ears.
The second week Jason noticed that he looked quite young for his age.
The third week he was finding the man quite attractive.
The fourth week Jason was suprised to get a boner while looking at him walking around dominantly. I Imagined himself on his knees sucking on the man’s cock. Jason wasn’t even aware of the fact that he used to be a straight man, avoiding all contact with other males.
Then during the fifth week it happened. While Jason was reading a book on the couch, still wearing his school uniform. The man sat next to him. Jason immediately started to get a boner. Then the man slowly took his cock out of the robe. It was massive and made Jason leak. He started to fiddle with his collar. The man told him to leave his clothes on. He liked the look of the short sleeved shirt and the tie on his boy. When he said boy Jason felt a big wave of pleasure going through his body and his cock sprayed some precum.
Then Jason fell from the couch onto his knees, completely mesmerized by the giant cock. The man told him to try it. To taste is. Then Jason eagerly attacked and started licking the giant cock. It felt so great, so normal to do this. He took it in his mouth. The man started to moan. That made Jason happy so he started to suck faster and harder. The man moaned louder and started to fuck Jason’s mouth. After a few minutes it happened. A warm liquid filled Jason’s mouth. It tasted great. The man told Jason to swallow. It was then that Jason knew he was happy like this, on his knees, wearing his uniform, serving his master. And while master started to smile, Jason was the happiest boy around.
Max groaned as he awoke, feeling the dark layer of fur on his legs and the sizeable boner straining his work out shorts. He ran a hand across the unfamiliar abs and stared at his large feet. It had happened again. Ever since that party he was dragged to where that dumb muscle bro had bit him after “accidentally” stumbling into him drunk, Max had been turning into a dumb muscle bro and waking up in just shorts, sometimes less and sometimes in bed with some bimbo… or himbo. It would start with the vibrant golden tan coursing over his body and the sexual need to undress, to pull the shirt from his thickening, muscled up chest. To show off his bulging pecs and hard abs. He would feel the thick hairs crawl across his arms and legs. His small size 8 feet would explode into a jockish size 13. His shoulders would painfully crack and expand and his spine would snap and extend making him a tower of tight muscle bro. His hair would darken and fall across his face in dark curls, hiding his cocky, dull eyes. His small dick growing inch after inch into a dripping sword that could slay any pussy or ass. And finally, the need. The simply overpowering desire to run, to find and fuck and share his beautiful body with others. It was happening more and more often and lasting longer and longer. It was then Max realized he wasn’t turning back yet, usually it only lasted the night, in fact as his cock got even harder he realized he wouldn’t be turning back at all this time. He could already feel the need taking over, erasing his smarts, erasing him. The intelligence and focus just draining out, this happened each and every time, but this time he knew it was forever. Max just lay there, running his hands over his abs and laughing like an idiot. Just another dumb muscle bro ready to recruit others.
Alexander was excited as he got on the plane for his first study abroad trip. He was a Junior in college and a Marine Biology major so when he heard about a trip to Australia he just had to go. Alexander was by all definitions of the word, a nerd. He wore glasses, was short, pale, had no muscles, and his dirty blond hair was always combed very neatly.
After landing and settling into the dorm rooms he was sent by the professor to a field collection right away at the beach. He changed into a pair of swim shorts and a t-shirt so he would ruin any regular clothes. When he got there though he didn’t see anyone from the trip, just a bunch of stereotypical Aussie surfer types joking around with each other.
As soon as the water hit his legs though he felt a strange heat flood his body. It started with his feet which cracked and snapped as they grew larger from his average size 8s to big size 13s, perfect for balancing on a board, he thought before catching himself, where had that thought come from? His legs started to get a little taller and thicker with muscle. They itched as dark black hair grew from them and a healthy tan spread across them. He felt things change further up as his cock grew thicker and longer going from 3 inches soft to 6. His upper legs and ass started to grow muscle, all of it looking lean to keep balance but he was definitely active. The waves started to hit his chest, soaking his shirt and as it stuck to him he could see his stomach flatten and carve out into a decent 6 pack. His chest also slimmed out and pushed out into lean pecs as every muscle in his body ached and flexed as if gaining years of use and experience in minutes. His torso grew taller and his arms grew longer as they gained lean muscles as well. A lighter dusting of hair grew in them as his tan spread.
He was scared and confused this whole time as the changes spread up and his neck got thicker “what the fucks goin’ on mate!” He shouted uncontrollably, shocked by his cursing and sudden slang as his voice got a little deeper and slower, taking on an Australian accent. “Where’s my board dude?” He blurted, his voice was now slower, more relaxed sounding and had less intelligence behind it now, sounding very easy going. His face rearranged into a handsome look, his eyes improved and he threw his glasses off because they got blurry, he lost them in the water “why was I wearin’ those?” He wondered out loud. His hair turned black and wet and grew out longer becoming messy. Finally he felt his brain shrinking away as he got younger, going from 21 to 18. His interests shifted from marine biology, anime, and comics to surfing, hiking, and drinking with his mates! He could feel himself caring less about education and more about having fun! He was losing the thing he was most proud of, his intelligence, and there was nothing he could do about it as it all faded away… Alex went back to shore and pulled off his wet t-shirt, exposing his hot toned chest, why has he gone into the water without his board? He wondered and as he ran up to join his buddies and grab his board he was a bunch of people with some kinda nets and equipment come to the beach, all talking in American accents, he heard someone say something about study abroad, ha more power to them, Alex wouldn’t be caught dead at a university, he already dropped out of high school but it didn’t matter he was looking at professional sponsorships in surfing contests, if he played his cards right he could be set up for an awesome life of parties and hotties! Who needs college when you got looks and skills?
You felt your cock harden, your wish was being granted. Your need for sex and partying was growing. The spell was reshaping your personality, and body.
Soon, cock in hand you began to laugh like a dumb frat bro. You were becoming another dumb slut who loved New Orleans. The chemical reaction when you cum will make this permanent.
Unfortunately for you, the spell dropped your iq and inhibitions; you were already stroking. Soon your old nerdy life was splattering all over your toned body.
Enjoy being 21 forever, needing to party and fuck. Slut of the French Quarter, that’s who you are now.
Damien glanced down at himself, simply laughing as he saw and felt the leather creak, his tight new pants confined against him as he walked out of the store, starting to head back to his apartment. He had no idea why his friend decided to order him the “smart leather pants” before, especially claiming that it would be good for their holiday to a spa, someplace called The Studio, something which he doubted with how hot it could be over there. But Damien wasn’t the type to say no to a gift so when his friend called almost just as he got in, he had to answer.
“Hey Jack, I just got the pants you ordered, they feel tight,” chuckled Damien as he could hear them creak with every movement. It was odd, he felt as if they started to feel a lot tighter and a lot closer to his ass and his cock, almost like he was wearing no underwear underneath.
“Glad to hear it man, they’re pretty good,” said Jack, “I just saw the picture you sent me. I hope you take them with us tomorrow.” Damien seemed a bit confused, still smiling as he wondered why exactly Jack was so keen on the pants.
“Yeah, hey Jack man why are these called ‘smart’ leather pants? They just seem normal to m-” Damien stopped himself, gasping slightly as he felt something on the underside of his cock, some sort of pressure was applied, something light and sensual almost like a hot breath on the head of his cock. “Yeah sorry, why are they called tha-” Damien yelped, shutting his mouth as he felt another pressure at his ass, similar to a finger starting to gently stroke his exposed ass, almost getting ready to stretch them apart. Damien looked down to see the leather almost churning slightly, as if it was alive and moving.
“Oh, I think you’ll see soon enough,” Jack laughed before hanging up. Damien was shocked but before he could respond, he felt something lick at his cock. He looked down starting to see his thighs slowly looking as if they were filling it, muscular crevices starting to pop through and watch as he could feel the thighs growing heavier, more muscular, stretching more and more as the transformation worked down to his legs.
“Fuck-” Damien cried out as he felt the familiar sensation of something like a mouth taking in his cock, his erection pressed against the leather which wrapped itself around it, watching as it started to lengthen and grow thicker whilst it started to snake down his thigh, his cock starting to throb almost as if he was fucking something he felt the need to start thrusting forward, the desire to pump his cum into something was just becoming far too much for what he realised was his shrinking brain.
With every drop of pre-cum that streamed out of his cock, Damien felt his IQ dropping, reaching lower and lower as he felt his head fall back. He was thrown forward, his ass exposed as the feeling of a tongue fucking his open ass was causing him to moan just as his cheeks started to grow, rounding off into a sizeable or “fuckable” as Damien thought, bubble butt.
Damien reached for his phone, trying to call for somebody, anybody, but he started to see his hand change, the tone darkening ever so slightly from his usual pale complexion as his fingers grew larger, becoming thicker and longer as they stretched out and simply threw his phone away, no longer under his control as they started to simply enjoy his body, playing with his nipples as he couldn’t take it anymore.
“Oh fuck, please-” Damien’s cock started to quiver as he began to cum, pumping more and more cum that was just being absorbed by the leather, streaming down his own legs as he felt his feet, his own toes similar to his hands, begin to stretch forward, clawing through his socks and having the same darker complexion as the soles stretched out as his large feet were on the floor.
However with every spurt of cum that came shooting out of his cock, Damien started forgetting everything, watching as the transformation was going quickly, every throb from his pumping cock that felt he was fucking the tightest most fuckable ass in front of him with every thrust, made his muscles begin to grow quickly, his toned biceps suddenly becoming larger as he felt himself granted with new abs, larger pectoral muscles that started to fade from the fast that was his stomach.
Gotta get out of this…Gotta think
Damien’s eyes were glazed over as he lost count of how many times he moaned, how many orgasms he was, he guessed he was on his fifth, until he realised he was starting to lose all sense of self, not even knowing how to count to five as his cock continued to pump and throb more and more, being milked of all his cum and his intelligence.
Gotta think…
Think…
He felt his jawline starting to change, stubble slowly growing where it couldn’t before as his brown hair styled itself, the tongues at his cock and ass not letting up, letting one final orgasm shake Damien’s mind and body as he slowly forgot any means or will to resist what was happening before it stopped, his cock wet and dripping as his moans slowly subsided.
Can’t think…
By now, Damien slowly got up, looking down at himself as he smiled, finally understanding as Jack was calling him. They were ‘smart’ leather pants, not for what they looked like, but because they drained your smarts, at least for a while. Needless to say Damien was enjoying his trip to The Spa, as is Jack, his new white speedo to stuff his cock in for the trip.
And you too can enjoy a set of ‘smart’ leather pants too, they’ll be coming soon, and so will you.
This lady gave me a hat, she said that all I had to do was where it for 24; then give it someone else. She said I would switch bodies with them, I was all about it. I lusted hard after my classmate in my writing 101 class, so I did what she said.
After I asked him if he wanted it, because it wasn’t my style he took it without hesitation. He thanked me and asked me my name, told him he could call me Rick. “Cool, I’m Scott, if you wanna hang out sometime, lemme know, bro.” Suddenly I felt bad, but he had just put it on his head; nothing happened.
I woke up the next day, confused and I had a headache. I stumbled to the bathroom for some aspirin, but my reflection scared the shit out of me. I was Scott, just like she promised.
I was so excited, but then I realized I was Bi, cuz I was thinking about guys and girls. Woah, this was confusing, shit. Uh okay, this can’t be right, I gotta get to class.
I got to class and sat through the lecture, but it was so hard to concentrate and I just didn’t like having to listen. “This is all wrong, I am a 4.0 student, but this shit is so boring, I could be out playing sports or some shit like that,” I thought. Ugh, my thoughts are so confused. “Damn, this class is taking forever,” was all I could think.
The class let out finally, that cute guy Rick just asked me back to his place. “Shit, uhh…yeah bro,” I stuttered We got back to his place and couldn’t contain it anymore, we began to make out. Next thing I know, I am fucking him and my headache is going away. I blew my load in him, and everything seemed clear again. Fuck this was great, Scotty Baylor, scoring with the cute boy from class, I was such a fucking stud.
Try the new SnapFrat app on your friends. Adjust settings like body contrast and IQ balance to create your ideal bro or just use some of the Auto Jockify presets. Finally, finish him off with a caption to really give the new bro-stud the bro mind he needs
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