used to be a hipster always goin to coffee shops and talkin poetry and shit. then the TEAM got him in training. got all that lame shit outta his head and replaced it with jocking up dumbing down and gettin swole. hes a football beast now bros. hits the gym every day with those headphones tellin him what to think. which aint much i mean look at that blank look. his brains good an fried now bros cuz he just needs football an TEAM in there.
look how focused this bro is. helmet went on and turned his brain to fuckin mush. hes a good dumb jock for the TEAM now bros, hits the gym and practice every day, obeyin his plays and makin Cap proud. youd never guess he was all into journalism and english lit before.
Hello, miss? Um, I don’t know how to put this delicately, but I don’t know if you’ll find what your looking for here. You see, we mostly cater to… your a guy? Oh, you’re transgendered! In that case, I am very pleased to greet you. You are the first man in a woman’s figure who has ever came through the door of this building, though I must admit that you aren’t the only one in it. Ha!
Are you here for anything in particular then? You have a form? Thank you! My, it is so rarely that we ever see that female box checked under “physical gender.” Now, I see here that you are looking for a you to experience the pleasure that is the male appendage. I can tell you from experience that you are in for a treat.
Come with me!
This is our Football Field of Masculine Dreams. I know it’s a bit of a lengthy title and that the Field of Dreams is a movie about baseball, but the scientists who know even less about football than I do named it. Why are we here then? We are here because gender is mostly about stereotypes, and nothing is more masculine than a football.
Here, catch! Good one! Now throw it back to me. Alright! What? No, you don’t need gloves. Real men don’t need gloves. I’m gay. I don’t count, but you need to be stronger than that. You need to be tough and masculine. You need to not only stand the pain of the football hitting you hand but love it as well.
You might want to try on those pads over there though. The football pads? They’re over there. Well, don’t be shy! Take off your clothes and try them on. Trust me, not only have I seen plenty of bare bodies, but I won’t be interested in yours until we’re finished here. See, it fits you better naked anyway. Do you feel that warm masculine feeling? Good! Hold onto that while we toss the pigskin.
Isn’t it interesting how with every throw it gets easier and easier to grab the ball? It’s like you’re becoming more in-tune with your masculine side, like you’ve been traditionally throwing the ball and catching it with Dad and the guys for years. Your boobs aren’t in the way of your arms, so they can move faster now. Your hard cock slaps against your bare thigh however, and that is a tad awkward. Maybe you should relieve it.
Go ahead and take a break now. I big guy like you can go forever without getting tired because your to stupid to know otherwise, but I’m telling you that especially a dumb, stereotypical man like you is subject to his needs. Come over here by the canopy and just feel your cock. Feel the pleasure as you calloused manly hand strokes it. It practically does it by itself, but that’s what being a man is: letting his body control his mind.
As you stroke yourself, you realize that it’s so nice to know that other people do the thinking for you. The people who care for you know how to make you feel best, and the Foundation makes you feel very good. They gave you that fun cock after all, so if we give you to a bottom boy who uses you as a living sex doll to use that would be alright be you. We’re just making you feel good, and that makes you feel even better.
I’ll have the guards take your first bottom in a bit then. Enjoy!
Silly boy. The subliminals in the music are wiping his mind clean. They are also making him feel more uncomfortable wearing any kind of clothing. He will make the perfect naked plaything for his new master.
He used to be such a nerd in high school; skinny, pale and loved to read. But when it was time to go to college, he moved into his freshman dorm and found out that his roommate was a total meatheaded jock on the colleges wrestling team. This was such a disappointment, as he’d hoped to be able to have a roommate he could have conversations with.
He got over his disappointment and kept on with his classwork. One day he had come back to the dorm after a long math test and had notice his roommate wasn’t there. He saw a camera on the table of the main room. He remembered his roommate was in a photography class, some bird course that jocks usually take so that it’s easy to get an A or a B. Out of curiosity he picked up the camera and went into his room and took a picture in his mirror. The camera was empty, it looked like.
He felt good when he took the picture, so he took another, not noticing his room changing each time… getting messier, more in disarray. He didn’t notice it even when he himself started to change. His blond hair got messy and started to stick up. A scruffy beard grew in, his muscles got bigger, he had pecs and started to develop the beginnings of a six pack. He let out a dumb guffaw as his knowledge flowed out of his head, only to be replaced with sports knowledge. He now knew some stuff about football and baseball, but mostly about wrestling. Real college wrestling. not that fake WWE crap. He knew all the workouts he’d have to routinely do as a few dumbbells materialized in his room.
His new, duller face suddenly became focused once he took his shirt off and wanted to get just the right pic of himself. That’s when his roommate walked in. “Hey bro, hope you don’t mind, I’m takin some pics with your camera, huhuhuh” he laughed as anything left of the old him faded right out of his mind.
“Naw bro it’s cool. Hey flex with me in the next one!” This roommate was really going to work out great, he thought.
After gym class he had noticed that his clothes were missing from his locker. All that was in there were a pair of basketball shorts and a tank that said “education is important but big biceps are importanter” it sounded like something a dumb jock would say. He knew it must have been them messing with him, but it was this or no clothes at all. Once he put the clothes on they hung from his body, they were meant for someone way bigger.
Then suddenly he felt a strange jolt go through his body. His hair got shorter and turned a lighter brown color. His muscles on his arms, chest, and legs grew. Bulging out until suddenly the clothes for him. A cap appeared on his head and his hand involuntarily twisted it backwards as he looked at himself in the mirror. His arm flexed against his will and he pulled out his phone and took a pic. His brain started to shrink as he started to lose what he learned in school. The words that were on the shirt echoed in his mind, turning into all consuming thoughts. He only cared about working out, sports, and muscles now.
“Big biceps are always importanter! Huhuhuh” he shouted and then let out a dumb laugh. His eyes dulled as he’s face took on a dumb look. Only needs cared about school.
You were so smart, top of your class in everything but never was it good enough. I told you that your desires would burn through if I fucked you and I knew what you wanted. You were such a sweetheart I even told you that we could just go half way. But apparently the pleasure was too much, your mind is now pretty vacant =, but you are one beautiful man now. Once I came, the look glazed over in your eyes and you simply left. Apparently, however, you made it onto one or four of those porn sites and a webcam to boot. You seem happier now, all that potential gone, but so is the stress
Thank you for your application! Here at the Thomas Gungy Foundation for Transformation, or the T.G.F.T. for short, we promise a transformation that you can always enjoy. Now, let’s look at your application.
You’re gay. That’s good. We encourage homosexual patronage. You’re also asexual. That’s great! We can certainly work with that. Oh, was this a mistake? Right here. You signed for a discount surplus change. It wasn’t? You are aware that that means you will be changed to whatever we have an overabundance of, correct? Oh, you’re a risk taker! Well, we at the Foundation for Transformation always love a costumer that is willing to take a risk. In that case, just sign again here, and put your initials here.
Okay, feel free to put on your goggles now, and I’ll find out what’s on the menu for you today. Ah ha! As of today our slowest seller is the neanderthal package, mostly due to the anti-evolution debates it brings out in party conversation, but I imagine you’ll be too much of a party animal to worry about such things as talking. In fact, I suspect that you won’t much of any verbalizing outside of grunts and Tarzan speak after this.
Now don’t be alarmed. Your wide eyes tell a story I have seen many times before, but you shouldn’t worry for three reasons: one, after you become the big, hairy brute that you are now destined to destined to turn into you will realize that the change really isn’t half bad; two, you signed a legally binding agreement with us, and even if you could get the goggles off at this point, we would be legally obligated to have our security staff force you into one of our less pleasant transformation chambers.
Finally, as we have been talking you have been understanding less and less of what I have said. Your muscles have been increasing rapidly while your intelligence has been diminishing. You didn’t notice as the staff removed your clothes and put you into a more fitting attire. You can try to struggle now, but I’m afraid you’re a little late at this point. The goggles have been running the entire time we’ve been chatting. You’re a regular Fred Flintstone at this point.
Oh, I’m sorry. You wouldn’t get references at this point would you. Here, I’ll try to use small words to help. You still gay, but you want more bang-bang now. You no not bang-bang. We’ll bring you to more of your kind, or rather, white coat men take you to more bang-bang. Give white coat man goggles. No! No bang-bang white coat men!
Oh buddy!!! You know I love me some silliness. Jim Jam want Bang Bang. If you are not following Tomgungy you should definitely go check him out!! I have been feeling devolution, monkeys and neanderthal transformation quite a bit lately.
Deane was walking down the beach just searching for sand dollars to being home and paint. Then he found an awesome surfboard and nobody was around so he thought he’d take it back to the house. He was trying to lift the board and each time he felt stronger and stronger gaining muscles in his arms and legs. He lifted the board over his head and felt his back and chest get really buffed up. Smiling as he finally was able to carry the board he started to think of all the hot guys in the surf competition next week and getting cocky his briefs felt tight as he gets a boner. His mind being turned into a pot loving surfer who wouldn’t mind spending the surf competition money in some joints. Deane laughs “huhuhuhuh” as he puts the surfboard upright into the sand and stand proudly looking off at the beach. “Tomorrow is gonna be so awesome bro!” he fist bumps and grabs his surfboard again ready to ride the waves and of course plow his boyfriend and show him who’s top.
I came here to surf. To calm down for a bit and to forget all this pressing issues. But now the see is dead, no good wave and now there is another rich prick driving around in his speed boat. I hate this guys. Great, now he is coming my way. God could this day get any worse? Now he is here I swear to god if I hear just one… dumb… woah… his eyes… can’t look away… NO! I have to! He is trying to… to… give my pleasure… he… he is my mas- STOP IT! He wants to enslave us… ME! He wants to enslave me… But can’t you feel it? So good. SO good to look in his eyes! The pleasure… yes… I-I-I feel it! So good to look at him! Yes! Do what he says! Empty your Brain! Loose your mind! Get hard! It feels good to be empty… *moan* Yes, it feels good to be empty… You want to get hard for your master! *moan* hard… for master… im-im sooo hard *moan* You’re hard! … im hard *moan* You’re empty! … im empty *moan* You’re a toy! … im a toy! Now go on board! Get on your knees! And now suck it! *giggle*
Muscle Tf Lover 