“Alright dude, welcome to the Amalia Aquatics Center. We have been looking for more surf instructors and you are the man for the job. The name’s Kellan and I’ll be your boss.”
You look at the tall surfer guessing he had to be about 6′7″, almost a foot taller than you. His muscles are lean and his skin is tan. He looks like a stereotypical, but tall and slightly more built, surfer. He even spoke like one. Hardly the professional you were expecting from what you saw at the front desk.
“I’m just here to help you get used to your job. I’m sure it won’t take long for you to fit in, brah.” He chuckled, “Now why are you wearing a shirt?”
You look down, a little embarrassed for even trying this. You look back up at Kellan and he his simply looking back at you with a smirk on his face. Your eyes look down at the beginnings of moobs and gut pushing at your shirt.
“You want to be a surfer or what?”
You grip the hem of your shirt in frustration. Struggling to pull it off, you finally do, red in the face. Kellan is just chuckling, “See that wasn’t so hard.”
A blush fills your cheeks again. You look down at your lean, tanned torso wondering why you wouldn’t want your shirt off. You love going shirtless.
“And we like our surfers to be blonde. Longer hair is preferred.”
You run a hand through your hair, remembering you got it died a few weeks ago.
“Oh and the clients usually like a big cock. From your swimsuit I see no problem there.”
You smirk, thinking of the 7-inch soft torpedo in your swimsuit.
“And our surfers always love getting fucked as a tip instead of cash.”
Your ass suddenly feels very hungry and your cock grows to a full 9 inches at the idea at your prospects for sex. Not that your brain even knows what a word like “prospects” means anymore.
“So dude I think your ready to start.”
You smile dumbly, not even realizing you had changed, “Awesome dude.”
You’re mine now. I’ve marked you with my name and my venom in the ink is making its way to your brain as we speak. It will meddle with your memories replacing them with good memories of me. You will think that you’ve always lived with me as my houseboy. You will believe that your purpose is to serve me and you’ll do anything I say. Your will know that sucking me awake in the morning is the thing that I love most and that my protein is your breakfast. You will have no concept of clothing, except for things I will make you wear. That won’t be much though except for tight jockstraps or other small underwear. You will serve me from now on and know only my presence. I will be everythhing in your life. When will this all happen you ask? Right now. The venom will start working right now.
Michael, a.k.a @mybois2 was a bigger guy, bigger than he wanted to be. He had a things for shorter, smoother guys who were muscular but not too muscular. He works retail because he can’t find a job with his theatre degree, I could hear his desire like a fog horn on a cold dead night.
I appeared in his town and created a space between the Kebob shop and the House of Mirrors, it was a weird little strip mall. I made a store that would cater the type of guy Michael wanted to be, I named it Evan Bro’s Surf and Skate, filled it with snapbacks , surfer equipment, and skater equipment. He was going to love it, snapped my fingers and some popular music began to play and an intoxicating cologne was pumped into the streets.
Michael walked by, not remembering seeing this store before, he was intrigued. I could see the store call to him like a Siren on a rocky crag in ocean. His ship would crash into the gloaming and would be lost forever.
He walked in and I greeted him with a “what’s up, mate? How are ya?” Of course, I was dressed so well and shirtless that Michael couldn’t contain himself.
He stammered, “ uhh I’m, I’m, jjjust lookking, ttthanks.”
“You let me know if I can help you, bro. Name’s Evan.” I smirked
He quickly turned around and begin to frantically look busy. He spotted a pair of shorts and grabbed them off the shelf, running into the changing room. Michael took a breathe and looked at himself in the mirror. Unconsciously, he was undressing himself and putting on the shorts.
The power of the shorts hit him, and he began to feel weird and tingly all over. He watched in awwwe as he seemed to lose weight, it was literally melting away. His skin was tightening as well as he began to develop muscles, his abs began to pop out and pecs gained definition. He had never had muscle like this before. He could feel his legs become powerful and strong form the skating and the surfing, he looked more like a gogo dancer than a theatre person. As he changed, he started to feel unstable, he felt as if he was getting closer to the floor. He went from a good 6′2″ to a 5′9. He was dumbfounded, he came out and started to question me.
“Dude, brah-man, what the fuck just happened?” He said before he clasped his hands over his mouth not recognizing his words or his own deep voice.
“What are you talking about, mate” I circled him like a shark, “ I like those shorts on you.” I told him with my Cheshire grin.
I turned to the hat rack, and found one that would fit him nicely. “Hear, put this on, “ I said slamming it down before he could protest.
Michael could feel his mind in something like a mixer, the once 26 year old was losing the memories of the last 7 years of his life. He remembered just turning 19 yesterday, and getting recruited by a modelling firm and a connected gay club. College never happened for Mike, naw, it wasn’t his thing.
He fel another change, as his muscles grew once more and his face became stronger and a little more cut. He felt a chinstrap push its way through his skin, as his muscles expanded a little more. Mark was now a confident young gogo boy who you might see in a magazine or on a billboard. He loved to walk around shirtless, because he knew the guys were checking him out.
There was no shortage of sex for Mark, yeah, he isn’t as bright as he was before; that’s okay though. He was 1,000 times happier as a smooth hot stud, being objectified for pleasure.
I flipped the open sign over and took him in the back to break in that new body.
Charlie grinned triumphantly as he snuck back into his room carrying his stupid older brother’s big stupid flip flops. His ‘lucky’ flip flops he called them. Despite being only 2 years apart, Charlie 16 and Barry 18 the two had drifted far apart since Barry got those flip flops, they used to both be pretty small nerdy guys and play a lot of video games together but now Barry was a loud dumb surfer jock that only cared about his board and getting some cali girls on his dick. Once Barry got those things it was almost instant, he started hanging out with some surfer types, going to the beach and working out and surfing with them. Spending less and less time on school and video games. The two haven’t been close ever since. “What does he see in these gross things?” Charlie wondered. He could smell them from his hand, a sweaty, musky smell, “when were they last washed?!” He wondered. The plan was to hide them in his room to get back at Barry for basically abandoning him. However, he felt a sudden strange urge to test them out, despite the size 13 flip flops being way too big for his size 8 feet. The urge only grew stronger and stronger however and soon the young nerd was eagerly ripping off his shoes and socks and thrusting his feet into the lucky red flip flops.
Suddenly a bolt of energy shot through him and his feet twitched and cracked, growing and spreading out, wider, longer, tanner and older until they were big surfer feet just like his brothers and fit the flip flops so perfectly they couldn’t come off! Charlie pulled and pulled in panic and confusion as the energy rushed through him, covering his body in a healthy glow and aging him. He grew bigger and taller, his boyish body broadened with tanned, toned muscles that ached to be stretched and flexed. His small pikachu shirt tore to pieces to reveal his beautiful, well developed chest where his small chub had vanished and his pecs bounced out. He groaned as his voice deepened and changed to be a slow cali surfer voice. His dark, greasy hair sprouting out into a lighter, fuller mane that smelled of sex and the sea. His jeans ripped as his bronzed muscular legs broke through and stretched to make him taller as they got hairier. His poor nerdy brain didn’t stand a chance as the flip flops fried his mind, shrinking it and removing all thoughts and intelligence making him a brainless surfer himbo just like his brother. “Haha sweet dude!” The new Chuck blurted out, he felt his dick surge in his newly formed board shorts, becoming thick and heavy and ready to party. He just needed to find his twin bro. Hopefully he wouldnt mind him borrowing his lucky flip flops, he really felt like getting lucky today…
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.
Anthony was walking on the beach, he didn’t even want to be here, he’d rather be home playing video games but his family decided to go and they forced him to come with them. He walked away from his family though for some silence. He walked past some storage lockers on the upper part of the beach he saw…a nude guy. That was weird, the guy was naked and holding a for sale sign around his junk, he had to be only 19 or 20 and grinned at Anthony with confidence. This wasn’t a nude beach but that didn’t seem to stop the guy. He looked kinda hot though, Anthony wasn’t gay or bi but he wished he had a stronger body and admired those who had one. As a joke mostly Anthony walked up to the guy and asked “how much?” But the guy laughed and didn’t miss a beat “it’s name your price bro” Anthony laughed “so are you like a prostitute?” “No I’m not for sale my body is” and with that Anthony was confused but tossed a dollar at the guy and walked away laughing.
Once he cleared the lockers and the sun hit his skin it started. He suddenly felt really strange and dizzy as the slight layer of fat he had shrunk away and started to ache and burn as they formed into lean but firm muscles. His stomach flattened and formed the beginnings of a 4 pack, his chest also flattened and began to go into the early stages of squaring off into pecs. His arms began to puff into biceps while his legs got leaner, his waist smaller causing his swim trunks to get looser. His ass plumped out and he could feel it as his dick grew longer and thicker and his balls grew proportionally. This flooded his mind with hormones as his hair got shorter and his face began to re arrange as his skin began to slightly tan.
His mind was getting foggy and he began to lose info from high school as he rapidly started getting dumber and hornier. His interests began to switch from girls, video games, and comic books, to guys, surfing, and fitness magazines. A part of his mind was shocked when he realized he was becoming gay and slutty amd a himbo. He wanted so badly to show off, feeling himself become an exhibitionist. He pulled down his swim sorts and stood there nude without a care in the world. His mind slowed down to a dumb surfer beach himbo as he wandered back over to the lockers and saw his twin standing there grinning and handing him a new for sale sign which he quickly wore and walked over to another part of the beach. They were planning a huge bonfire and orgy later and they needed to sell this bod to as many people as possible to have fun, Tony couldn’t wait for tonight.
How dare you, I am a qualified transformation artist…. I do my research before changing someone. Your boyfriend asked to be turned into a himbo, and from what I found you’d enjoy his plump bubble butt and insane cock hunger…. I wouldn’t have done the change if otherwise.
Its not my fault you didn’t take advantage and he’s gone off to find someone who can treat him right.
But to set things right…. I’ll make you the kind of guy who’d never complain about having a cock hungry boyfriend…. namely a guy with a massive thick near always hard horse dick and two swinging cum heavy bull nuts. Your cock is your entire world now and the same goes for your boyfriend, he’s nothing but a bunch of holes for you to dump your incredibly large and thick loads into. You do nothing but abuse his holes with your jawbreaker dick.
I’d ask if this makes things good between us…. but you stopped reading a while back to go stuff your himbo boyfriend with your arm sized baby maker.
Thanks for the kind words, and don’t despair, you’ll be the best inflated himbo jock boy this world has ever seen. While the transformation doesn’t need your smarts have you ever met a smart himbo, I haven’t, so I’m gonna take your smarts.
Look at you now, well worth the lose of 50 IQ points. Not that you know what IQ points are. You have abs you could wash clothes on, which I’m sure anyone could convince you to let them do, you’re just so gullible now. And that bubble butt, its damn near perfect.
You should probably be wearing swim trunks, or a speedo, but I think someone told you to show off that bouncy booty and while they meant you should wear a small speedo, you decided it meant to go nude.
Enjoy being a himbo, just beware smart men with big dicks, because that ass is gonna be theirs in seconds flat.
But then I’m not even sure you can even read this….. you’re just that much a himbo.
I’m jealous of him
Kevin was on vacation in Canada and was hating it. He didn’t mind visiting his family but the cold was driving him crazy, he was freezing. He also felt a little uncomfortable around his cousin who had recently come out of the closet. He felt awkward around someone who was gay and who had recently started making a lot of money, Kevin’s imagination could only guess why. At one point he was home alone with his cousin and complained about the cold. His cousin offered him some hot chocolate to shut Kevin up. He took a few sips and started to feel warm and dizzy. His body started to ache as his muscles started to swell up. He felt too warm suddenly in his coat and ripped it off, followed by his shirt, damn he felt sooo hot! He grew strong pecs and abs as his skin tanned. A light coating of hair covered his chest. His face started to become more masculine and angular. His hair turned a rich brown and grew out as he felt his dick start to grow and his mind starting to feel drawn to guys more then girls as he started to feel less hatefull towards his cousin suddenly. “So you ready to start working for my porn site dude?” His cousin asked. “Hell yeah I’m ready to work for the same people!” Kevin shouted and started flexing while his cousin took the picture, Kevin still had his scarf and gloves on but shirtless by snow would get a lot of clicks, after awhile he would start going to film instead of pictures.
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?
Muscle Tf Lover 