Tag: dumber

roidedbro:

isntthisrad:

His favorite book is wordless.

Roided dumbass of a bro pretending he understands smart shit.
He might have once, but as soon as he got pumped on juice and his body started changing, muscles growing and popping out all over the place, so did his mind. 
Muscle was really the only thing that mattered now, that was the realization he came to. Pretty much the last time he was able to actually realize something beyond lifting and sports too. What fills his head now is meat and juice. Why would he even bother having complicated thoughts? That never helped, all that did  was make him insecure, small and weak, but that was then. Now he looks like a god, feels and fucks like one. That’s what life is about, and the fellows at the JUICE GYM helped him realize that.
One day they dared him to go to a library. It felt like ages since he last set foot inside one, much less search for anything on the internet that wasn’t basically lifting related. He noticed one of his bros had a phone aimed at him when he grabbed a book. Immediately he set the book aside, lifted his shirt and flexed. I mean, gotta show that bod for a picture right? That’s what really matters in life. Suffice to say when he tried to read the words they didn’t really mean anything, just like letters scattered all over an alphabet soup.
You see, for the body it’s like this: what you train grows, what you doesn’t, well… it whiters away. Just more space to fill with muscle, or so he thinks.
Can’t wait for the party after gym today, just him and the bros, shit’s gonna be rad.

Source: furrypty

goodboymusclejock:

I know I’m still smart. I know it. Yeah, I look like all of Coach’s other boys, like some dumb brute, but that’s not me. That’s not ever gonna be me, because I don’t think his Process is working on me.

Like, I can add by 45s. I know big words like hypertrophy. Fuck, I can even tell ya exactly what to expect from half a dozen different cycles depending on what hormone you use. And, like Coach says, he doesn’t need more dumbo muscle boys, I can leave any day.

But I said I’d stick with it until I started feeling dumb, and so far all I feel is awesome. It’s like every muscle is a dick, a big hard throbbing dick. I love the pump, I’m horned up all the time. I sleep like a log and wake up like a beast, ready to get my first workout in before I go an flex and jerk off, or maybe play with one of Coach’s boys.

And those bros ain’t so bad, either. I almost like hanging out with them than with my old friends. Who cares about politics and science and all that crap when your dick is hard and your body’s pumped? I just wanna ride this for a little while more, and the bros are the only ones who understand.

So, yeah, bro, fuck you. I’m still smart. Now are you gonna help me figure out how to work this phone or what?

Source: bodybuildermusclecentral

foiblesandfuckups:

He doesn’t know quite what’s happening, fact is, he never will. He entered in there a normal guy, quite boy-next-door, straight, he leaves a muscle bottom slut. A himbo through and through. We’ve caught him at the end of his transformation, his body has finished, all bluging and glorious, his clothes are still going through the change, sweatpants snaking up into a pair of scanty shorts, barely covering his giggling ass or impressive dick. Poor thing, he only came to support his mate, who just came out. Now, he’s going to be joining the mate as a gay boy forever. Once the transformation is complete, the boy goes off to the dance floor, clad only in the minuscule shorts, to snag himself a hot daddy to pound him that night. He’ll be back to this club every night, and he’ll work here eventually. Such is his life now as a bimbro slut.

hootie-who:

He kept trying to write captions and post stories about man bimbos but it was…hard. He couldn’t stop jerking off and got distracted but the littlest things. Time to work out?

“post selfies” the message in his inbox said. He flexed his guns , confused as to when his arms got so muscular, and took a photo. More inbox messages came in calling him a hot slut, a muscle bimbo and a brainless jock. He laughed and wiped up the drool that dribbled out of his mouth. 

One message…it was hard to read for him…it had a url he clicked and his webcam started running. He wasn’t sure why he was on that tumblr site before when this was where he should be. He knew what to do. Pose, pose, tease, jerk off then give your phone number so  daddies can order you.

As he posed his mind drifted further and further away. He was meat now. He bimbo. Him muscleslut.

Source: geektofreek

(Request for anonymous)

He had been a nerd, in the honors society and the top 10 in class position. He was always getting picked on by the jocks, the football team and wrestlers specifically. Eventually he just got sick of it and confronted the coach about it. The coach told him he would straighten it out but once he left the coaches office he was dragged to the locker room by the football team. They forced him to change into the jersey and all the gear, pads, helmet, everything. Then they let him go onto the felid for practice.

He felt dizzy, in a haze. He felt the shoulder pads weigh down on him as his chest and arms gained more muscle. “More swole” his mind corrected. The helmet was pressing down on his brain, making it forget stuff about school but learn stuff about football. Fuck school, fuck grades, as long as he passed with a C he could stay on the team. He forgot all about his old life, it was time for practice!

(Request for thegreatstoryteller)

José was a somewhat nerdy and thin Mexican teen who’s parents had moved to the U.S. a few years ago to get away from things, legally by the way despite popular belief. The issue was that for transportation, Texas was the state they moved into. And it was all football, all American, all the time. So between getting accused of “stealing jobs” and jocks at school forcing him to climb fences to “see how he did it” he was also made fun of for his lack of muscles and interests in sports.

Finally one day he wished that he could just fit in. He would never know what being or force granted his wish (nor would he remember that he made a wish that was granted). But suddenly his olive Spanish skin lightened to white, then darkened again to a tan as if he was always outside, although still clearly white with a tan. His curly black hair straightened and became practically buzz cut. His muscles bulged and surged with energy as he grew pecs and biceps and even leg muscles. He also started getting older too though. Not too much older but he clearly wasn’t a teen anymore. He also got dumber as he felt most school knowledge drain right out of his head. It was all replaced by football and other sports that weren’t as important. His accent was replaced with a southern Texas one as he felt dumb and cocky and he grinned with power, thinking he should apply to be a coach at the high school and whip those teens into shape.

It started as a D&D night for a bunch of nerds, but as a joke one of them brought beer for the others to drink and make fun of dumb jock/bro types. Then somewhere along the line everyone started to strip down. There muscles grew and their brains shrank. The got dumber and eventually threw the game away in favor of a drinking contest. Sure they were nude but they had agreed it was “no homo” so they were fine. It was just another party among bros

rotherhamman:

I want you to imagine all that intelligence of yours as a nerd. Do you want to be a nerd? Of course not. So I want you to put the nerd into a nice deep sleep and put him somewhere you’ll never need him again. Put him on the other side of the mirror. Whenever you look at yourself in the mirror you’ll see that nerd, and you’ll see how much stronger you are than him. And you will feel good. But you’ll still want to be bigger than him. So you will try even harder. And anything you learn that you think is too smart will go into the nerd in the mirror too. You don’t need that. All you need are your muscles to get by in life. Nothing else. Do you understand? Good boy.

Source: rotherhamman

himboheaven:

w20l:

Being a dumb, stupid, airhead is the best. It is fun to be dumb; dumb boys have more fun and are happier. Thinking can be hard, and it’s just the most stressful thing to have to think for yourself and make your own choices. Look at the boy: see how mindless and happy he is sucking on his lollipop like a juicy cock. No thoughts but My thoughts and no will but My will. All you and he want to do is obey, please, and serve Master Stephen and His Cock, Balls, and Cum. Master Stephen’s Cock, Balls, and Cum are the best. Every day, you will become dumber and dumber and your I.Q will drop more and more as you stroke and absorb brainwashing from My sexy posts every day, learning what’s really important. Be a good boy now and thank Master Stephen for giving you the gift of blissful stupidity

Reblogged with Master Stephen’s permission.

This is proof that a himbo doesn’t have to be smart to be a GOOD boy. Dumb is bliss.

Source: w20l