Tag: dumber

Matt wasn’t exactly a nerd by any means, he cares about his body and his mind. He was a grad student in psychology and had decided mind and body had to be in tune to keep himself healthy. He didn’t look like a jock but he did look healthy. This spring semester was going to be his last semester before he’d get his masters. As a part of his masters he had been interning with a professor at the university and had some mild interactions with some of his undergrad students. One of them named Brad invited Matt to a party to celebrate being close to done, it seemed Brad was about to graduate too. Normally Matt wouldn’t but this time he felt tempted to go and said yes.

Once he got there Matt found it to be a wild frat party outside one of the frat houses. He started to feel out of place and was ready to leave when Brad showed up behind him and slapped a backwards cap on his head and he suddenly felt all his thoughts slow down. His mind went numb as he started getting younger, shrinking down to about 19 as his muscles started to bulge and his brain started to shrink. His intelligence starting to feed his muscles as his t-shirt ripped into a tank top, his beard started to grow into a lot of stubble as he started wondering why he didn’t have a beer in his hand! He started laughing as he got ready to party with his bros, his life as a smart grad students behind him for several years now.

wild-eyed-misfit-prophet:

What if you met a mutual in real life. What if that mutual had the ability to make your darkest fantasies come true? What if you met up at a motel and he said that he could give you everything your heart desires? What’s the cost? “Just your current potential” he says, as he move closer to you, running his hands over your shoulders. You can feel your grip on logic loosening, you want to give in, his touch is electric.
“So what’ll be? I can leave here, leave you by yourself, or you can be putty for me as I remake you in the image of your desires.”

He continues to explain that the old you will cease to exist, your potential will feed his powers and he’ll leave you with a good life, nothing special or fancy.

You feel the sparks on your skin, tingling with erotic pleasure. At this point, you almost couldn’t refuse him. Your rigid cock is leaking precum, you want, no you need this. “Yes,” is all you can say.

Without hesitation he begins to remove your clothing. Each brush of his hand is relaxing and erotic. As he lays you into yoir dingy motel bed, you feel changes begin to happen. Slight changes, alter your skin and bones, giving you a bigger, more youthful appearance. He wraps his lips around yoir rigid shaft, expertly teasing each nerve ending, just enough to build the pleasure, edge you closer but keep you on the edge.

Each slide if his mouth reshapes a small portion of you. Deflating the worn out tire around your waist. You feel more energetic as years of workouts replaced years of reading and studying. As his hands reach up your torso, it begings to strengthen and become defined as your abs become a prominent feature.

He continues to edge you, filling your balls with cum and bits of your old self. You can feel your college education slip away, being replaced by expert fitness knowledge. Your lack of tattoos becomes a thing of the past, as a pleasurable burning sensation etches itself onto your arm. As the edging continues, training, skills memories fade, even your old name dissapears. Suddenly, your 29 year old life seems like a thing of the past. You’re being replaced with a 21 year old jock. No more academics, as your brain rewires, sports fill your head. The need to play, watch and be a part of them.

Suddenly he stops edging you, letting you rest, giving you a terrible case of blue balls. He slowly climbs toward you, until he his face to face and he kisses you in the deepest most erotic kiss you’ve ever felt. Fireworks are going of inside of you as a thick, but trimmed beard springs forth from your face. You are so enthralled that you miss the fact that your head and face are reshaping into that of a total stud. You feel your ramped up sex drive go into overdrive, making you almost constantly horny, needing sex, needing pleasure, needing to be fucked.

He then lubes his cock and your asshole, where he slides in and out of you, causing serious pain and simultaneous pleasure. The final touches come when he erupts in torrents of what seems to be cum. You can feel it filling you, cementing the changes and creating your new identity. You feel as of the cum is replacing the holes in your current life, renaming you, making sire this new reality bubble fits with the rest of reality. Making sure tbat your intellect will never reach over the average of 90, currently sitting at 83 down from 135.

His last gift to you is to suck you off to completion. Draining the old you down his gullet, making sure the old you never existed. As he sucks you off you feel the rest of you leave your body, geysering down his throat.

——

You wake up the next day, alone. You get dressed with the clothing you find in your dingy apartment. You have a few training clients today, then your gonna cruise the scene for some dick.

Once you get to work, you realize that the lighting makes you look fucking fine as hell, so you snap a pic, cuz why the fuck not?

Source: cathbhadh

dumbbro:

What’s the matter? Is this not what you wanted? This is your wish isn’t it? Funny thing about wishes, they have unlimited potentiality even when you are specific. You wanted to be more attractive, you got it. When you came to “research” cultures who use magic, you didn’t think you would find me did you boi? Don’t worry, it’ll be over soon. By the goddess I do good work, you’re such a stud now. Soon the change will be completed, you’ll be 18 again. Oh you’ll be a dumb boy soon, fell it drain down and out. Soon, soon

dumbbro:

This wasn’t me ten minutes ago I was a 27 year old college student named Tim, some guy came up and started saying things that I thought weren’t true but maybe they are. 

That guy was like, hey I heard you are a bit of a gym rat?

I said no, do i look like one

Guy: Yep look at you, studly gym rat. I think you hate wearing clothes too

Me: Nope I hate wearing clothes

Guy: I bet you are the best gogo dancer in town

Me: HOw did you know I was a GoGo dancer?

Guy: I know everything about you Josh

Josh: My name isn’t Josh it’s Josh

Guy: See Josh, I mean you are my boyfriend even though you are super slutty and always horny

JOsh: Uh yeah, crazy hormones I huess

Guy: Well when you are only 19 it can be pretty crazy like that 

Josh: Guess youre right

Guy: At least you have a job, not many people would hire a h.s drop out who can barely spell his own name

Josh: Uh yah Im glad too babe

Guy: Oh Josh you only think with your cock don’t you?

Josh: Fuk yah I do, fukin love gettin action

Guy: That’s my good boy

Source: endless-pulchritude

ukscallies:

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“Hey you! Yeah you! Quick you gotta help me man, they invited me in on holiday, used my mates Facebook to trick, but it wasn’t really him. They been doing experiments and shit, turning me into some kinda, ghetto scally or something, I don’t fucking know but you gotta help me!” He didn’t look trust worthy but you admit the bars made it believable. You decide to help and get your phone out to call the police when a dart hits you from through the gate. You felt dizzy and it felt harder to thick as some men came out of nowhere to grab you, the last thing you heard was “fuck not another one” being said by the guy you wanted to help.

hyphyphurray:

Michael sighed. Why had he even come to
this party? At 35, he was older than almost everyone there by at
least seven years. His friend that had invited him had bailed and now
he just felt like some loser trying to relive his glory days at a
“just out of college” house party. 35 was far from old, he
reminded himself, but it was clear that he was out of place among the
confident 22 and 23 year olds, cheers-ing their beers. He looked down
at his creeping-ever-outward gut and ran his hand through his
thinning hair. Had he peaked? He had a good job as a coder, a nice
apartment… but he couldn’t help but feel jealous as he looked out
across the party.

“Screw this,” he thought, finishing
off the last gulp of his drink and headed toward the bedroom to grab
his hoodie. He opened the door to two hot guys making out on the bed.
The coats of the party guests were strewn about on the floor.

“Ah, sorry!” Michael said, covering
his eyes and grabbing his hoodie from the pile. He closed the door
swiftly and walked out onto the street. It was a brisk night, and
Michael pulled on the hoodie as he walked quickly down the street,
away from the thumping bass.

He started to zip it up when he
realized that it wasn’t his hoodie. Same basic color, but too tight-
in his awkward retreat, he had grabbed another guy’s sweatshirt.

“Dammit,” he thought, but there was
no way he was going back now. The party had been bad enough, but
interrupting two hot guys groping and making out… Michael gritted
his teeth as he turned the corner onto a darker side street. The
image of the two men flashed in his mind on a loop as he made his way
home.

It was a long walk, and he should have
felt more tired than he was. He almost always took a cab or Uber
anywhere, and couldn’t remember the last time he had walked over a
mile.

“Probably why I’ve got these extra
pounds,” he thought. The new hoodie had felt so tight when he first
put it on, but it seemed looser now. Maybe walking around in it had
broke in in a bit. He picked up his pace. He should jog home, he
thought.

In a few minutes, he had made it back
to his apartment, but it felt so good to run, blood pumping in his
veins. He didn’t even slow down as he passed his place. His legs felt
so strong tonight. His pants felt baggy and uncomfortable from the
running, and he tightened his belt without breaking stride.

Soon he had run down to the strip of
clubs and bars he used to go out to when he had been younger. He
slowed his jog down to a walk. It was a Friday night and the
nightlife was in full swing. He stopped in front of “Bliss,” a
local gay bar. Michael was straight, but far from homophobic, and the
two men making out on the bed had stirred something in him. He walked
up to the bouncer, a burly, bald man.

“ID?” the bouncer said, gruffly.

Michael grabbed his wallet out of his
back pocket, fished out his license and handed it to the imposing
man.

The bouncer took it, looked it over and
frowned at Michael.

“Nice try, kid,” he said. “But it
doesn’t even look anything like you.” He whipped out a pair of
scissors and cut Michael’s license in half, then tossed it into a
trash bin next to him.

“What the hell?!” Michael yelled,
grabbing at the bouncer. “You just cut up my license!”

The mountain of a man stood up and
shoved Michael away, causing him to hit the sidewalk.

“Get out of here punk!” he growled.
“Come back when you’re out of college.”

Michael, in a daze, stumbled away from
the bar. What had just happened? He shoved his hands angrily  into
the pockets of his hoodie and made his way back to his apartment,
fuming. He’d be calling the bar in the morning and giving them hell.

Michael opened the door to his
apartment, kicked off his shoes and walked to his bathroom to take a
piss. He flicked on the light and stopped.

Staring at him in the mirror was
someone else’s face. He ran to the mirror. Gone was the receding
hairline. Gone was the burgeoning beer gut. In its place was the
fresh face of a young, handsome man, twenty-two at most.

“Oh my god,” Michael said, then
stopped. This wasn’t his voice. And where had he seen that face
before? Then it hit him- it was the face of one of the guys making
out on the bed.

His cock stirred in his now too-loose
jeans. He pulled off his pants and underwear, then the hoodie and
t-shirt. Beneath his clothes was the lithe body of an athletic
college student. His torso was hairless now, and his new, larger cock
stood at full attention.

He picked up the hoodie from the floor
and then slowly put it on again. Images of hot men danced in his
mind. Hot college boys like himself.

“Wait, what?” he thought. He was…
older, wasn’t he? Well, I mean… he wasn’t in college anymore. He
had just squeaked through and graduated a couple months back…
right? He was unemployed, but he was sure he could find some kind of
gig as a personal trainer, or…

Mike knew he wasn’t the smartest of
guys… but he was young, good-looking. Maybe he’d find some kind of
sugar daddy, like a tech guy in his 30s. The city was full of them,
and couldn’t get enough of his perky ass and boundless energy.

Mike grinned and looked at himself in
the mirror in only his hoodie.

“So fucking hot,” he thought, and
slowly started to jerk off with a grin.

Source: hyphyphurray

lixpex:

Wayne the Wizard has cast his annual Halloween spell at the frat party, making all the boys turn into their costumes for the evening. Oh, and making them all gay, and extremely horny.

So instead of two bright, promising college students, we now have a horny gay cowboy and a brainless, horny surfer dude. Wayne’s getting all the video cameras set up – the real festivities are about to begin.

Source: guysineedtofck