When you look better, bigger, superior - whoring yourself on display is just another way of exploiting your inferiors for their cash. Get more and more eyes on you and your power will grow
Jules of Nature
$LAYYYTER
KIROKAZE
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year

No title available
No title available

JVL
Three Goblin Art
tumblr dot com

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
todays bird
DEAR READER
ojovivo
art blog(derogatory)

Kiana Khansmith
Not today Justin
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Keni

⁂
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

seen from Singapore

seen from Thailand
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from Spain
seen from Malaysia
seen from Greece

seen from Thailand

seen from Uruguay

seen from United States
seen from Indonesia

seen from Australia

seen from Türkiye

seen from Malaysia
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States

seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
@asnir96
When you look better, bigger, superior - whoring yourself on display is just another way of exploiting your inferiors for their cash. Get more and more eyes on you and your power will grow
He couldn't get the mask off. The more he pulled at the latex rubber the further it seemed to suction tighter around his head. The young man was trying hard not to panic too much. Continuing his attempt to free his head of the cursed mask.
He berates himself for being stupid to put it on. It was just, fascinating how life like the mask was that he became too tempted to not try it on. Now he regrets his foolish choice. His face tingles under the mask. Turning into this weird prickling sensation. Almost like the rubber material was starting to infuse to his face.
That does make him start to freak out. Trying to call out for help but only to end up making these deep sounding muffled groans. His face felt hot, the sensations grew more from there. It got harder to think from there as he ended up standing there, hands still resting on the mask the clung to him.
The hyper realistic mask ripples, gripping tighter and tighter until he couldn't tell what was the mask and what was his skin. The two merging further together as the rubber latex became real flesh. With it controting the young man's face as he now looked like bearded mask that had bonded with him. His hands move to rub along the thick beard that grew along his chiseled jawline. Licking his lips before a wide smile spreads on his ruggedly handsome face.
"Easier than I expected it to be." He comments, his voice this deeper baritone now.
He straightens his posture, softly groaning as he peels off his shirt. Enjoying the way the lean physique of his new body begins to expand with new growth. Flexing his new muscles once they've settled. Forever sealing the young man into this new corrupted brute.
Yellow (Answered Prayers)
Miguel always felt like he was miles behind other guys his age. He was short, skinny, and practically hairless from the eyebrows down. He kept hoping, praying he would hit his growth spurt like all the other boys around him. If any god was listening, none thought he was worth their time.
“Mini-guel” The nickname he got back in middle school. It started out as light hearted teasing, but as time went on this turned into something more malicious. By the time he graduated high school, everyone knew that the nickname wasn’t just referring to his height.
Now at 25 years old, Miguel had only grown a few more inches leaving him at 5’3”. Still skinny, hairless, and lacking in the meat department, he found dating to be nearly impossible. He tried every dating app out there with no luck. The only messages he received were from predatory men interested in his “youthful” appearance. And considering his appearance, they always assumed he would bottom for them. Despite still being a virgin, Miguel knew bottoming was not for him. All those late night self-discovery sessions were evidence enough for him to know that.
It was Friday night. Miguel’s friends decided to go clubbing. He reluctantly went along with them, having skipped out on too many outings already. Going out with his friends had just become inconvenient, often being accused of using a fake ID at the clubs and bars they would frequent. Once he managed to get in, he almost always just faded into the crowd, ignored in the sea of men “better” than him.
Miguel stood off to the side, gazing at all the men on the dancefloor. One guy in particular caught his attention. This man was everything Miguel wanted to be. Ruggedly handsome, full beard, huge muscles, a sexy pelt of chest hair. The man was wearing tight shorts that left nothing to the imagination. A large bulge clearly advertising his package to any and every man hungry for a taste. Miguel was so distracted by the hunk’s majestic junk that he didn’t see that the man was now looking right at him.
"You got a problem?" growled the hunk as he walked towards Miguel, snapping him out of his trance.
Miguel's head snapped up to meet the man's eyes. Legs shaking, palms sweating, mouth going dry. He opened his mouth to apologize but nothing came out. The man now stood right in front of Miguel, towering over him. The top of Miguel's head barely reaching the bottom of the hunks chest. Having this walking testosterone factory so close had him both frightened and aroused. Having backed Miguel into a corner the hunk got right in his face.
"I'm just messing with you," he laughed. "I'm Leo. I saw you staring so I figured I'd give you a closer look." He grabbed Miguel's hands and placed them on his chest.
"I'm sorry. You're just everything I've been praying to be like," said Miguel staring at the ground. "I'm just tired of feeling infererior to every man I meet."
Leo smirked. "Why don't you come to my place and we can sort that out for you."
Miguel hesitated for a second. Not wanting to be pressured into bottoming for a man, a man who had him scared to death less than a minute ago. However, the hunk's musk was affecting him. He found it harder and harder to resist Leo's invitation. Soon he was following the hunk into his car.
They shortly arrived at Leo's apartment. It was the typical bachelor pad. Laundry everywhere, mattress on the floor, and almost no furniture. The smell of Leo’s musk was even stronger in the apartment leaving Miguel dizzy and even more aroused.
“So you said you want to be like me, huh?” Leo asked while flexing his biceps, exposing his hairy armpits and wafting more musk into the room.
“Yes… I do…” slurred Miguel, his arousal slowly becoming more intense.
“Then listen to everything I’m about to tell you. Can you do that?”
“Yes, anything!” Miguel panted desperately.
Leo gave a wicked smile before giving his first command.”First, strip.”
Miguel froze. His mind was torn between wanting to obey and hiding his embarrassing (lack of) endowment. He looked at Leo with pleading eyes. “E-Everything?” he asked barely above a whisper.
“Yes, everything. You won’t be needing them once we’re done anyways.”
After Miguel stripped out of his clothes, it was Leo’s turn. First he undid the button on his shorts and slowly pulled them down making a show out of it for Miguel. Bit by bit his underwear was revealed. Bright yellow briefs filled to bursting with a meaty package. Now free from its denim prison, Leo’s bulge swelled even bigger. Now tenting and dripping through the fabric, Leo gave a satisfied sigh.
“Looks like it's time to pass down this blessing.” moaned Leo as he pulled down the briefs and stepped out of them. His massive member leaking right onto the floor. He hands the soaked briefs to Miguel. “Put this on.”
Miguel pauses, his mind overwhelmed by the naked beast of a man in front of him. Snapping back to reality, he pulls the briefs on. On his tiny frame, the briefs look comically large. He feels Leo’s Intense stare and considers putting his clothes back on and leaving.
He starts reaching for his own underwear when he feels it. A pulse of something stopping him in his tracks. Then, a warmth. It starts with his bulge. His cock starts swelling, reaching his full length at 3”. He isn’t getting hard; it keeps growing until he reaches 8’ soft. His balls follow suit. Churning, swelling, and churning again until they rival large eggs. They start flooding his body with male hormones and testosterone, kickstarting the next part of his transformation.
Miguel was already satisfied with his changes so far. He went to embrace Leo to thank him. But as soon as he moved, he fell over in pain. His bones started lengthening leaving him at a height of 6’8”. As it stopped he stood and walked up to Leo. To his surprise. Miguel was now taller than Leo.
“You might want to be in front of a mirror for this next part,” said Leo, leading Miguel to the bedroom.
As soon as they reached the bedroom door, Miguel began sweating buckets. The heat he felt earlier returned. Now it was focused on his chest. His nonexistent pecs suddenly ballooned into a perfect pair of meaty, juicy muscle tits. His nipples thickened and expanded, becoming extremely sensitive. The growth spread outwards. His torso becoming thick with powerful musclegut. His shoulders so wide that most doorways will be his worst enemy. His biceps arms swelling to massive peaks. His legs expanding thicker than most men’s waists.
While Miguel admires his new muscles in the mirror, he feels an itch across his whole body. Bit by bit, he grows a sexy dusting of hair along his body, accentuating his muscles and filling with his new musky scent. Smelling his own musk drove Miguel wild. He began stroking his cock while burying his face in his own pit. New thoughts filled his head. He realized he didn’t mind bottoming if it was for Leo. In fact, he found that he craves Leo’s cock just as much as his perfect ass. With those images flooding his mind, he came with a loud roar. His seed covering the entire mirror and himself. Miguel turned towards Leo, breathless but still horny.
“Thank you for this. I look incredible, I feel incredible!” Marcus said, attacking Leo with a sloppy kiss.
“I knew you’d take to it well,” said Leo as he rubbed and squeezed Miguel’s new muscles.
Soon they were both enjoying each other. The briefs were discarded on the floor next to the rest of Leo’s dirty laundry. Both men were now enjoying their blessings. Obtaining the bodies they desire and the relationship they were searching for.
----------------------------------------
after such a long time just rebloging i finally wrote my own story. this is the first time i write something like this so i apologize if there's anything wrong with grammar/formatting. i hope to improve as i get more practice and experience. thanks again ^^
The cabin lights had been dimmed for hours, turning the overnight flight into a hazy, half-asleep cocoon. I sat wedged in the window seat next to him — this cocky, muscular college jock in a tight black tank top and backward cap, arms thick and hairy, pits glistening with sweat. My husband was three rows back, happily snoring in his middle seat, still glowing from our wedding two days ago. I’d promised myself this honeymoon would be different. Faithful. Normal.
But then the jock stretched, arms locked behind his head, and the wave hit me: raw, rank, masculine musk rolling off his sweaty body like heat from an engine. My stomach twisted in horror. *God, he reeks. How does someone smell that strong after hours in recycled air?* I tried to focus on my phone, cheeks burning, but my eyes kept drifting — over the dark hair matted across his broad chest, the way his tank clung to his damp skin, the lazy, arrogant smirk when he caught me looking.
He didn’t say anything at first. Just flexed a little, letting more of that thick, sour scent fill the space between us. My cock betrayed me before my brain did, twitching hard in my pants. I hated it. I was married. Newly married. This was disgusting.
Yet twenty minutes later, when the plane hit a quiet stretch and most lights were out, he shifted closer. His big thigh pressed against mine. “You’ve been staring, fag,” he whispered, voice low and cocky. “Bet that ring on your finger feels real tight right now.”
I opened my mouth to deny it, but nothing came out. His scent was overwhelming now — salty, musky, unwashed jock funk that made my head spin. He casually lifted one arm, resting it behind his head again, and the pit stench washed over me stronger. My resistance crumbled like wet paper.
Slowly, shamefully, I leaned in. My heart hammered as I buried my face against his sweaty side, inhaling like a desperate animal. He chuckled quietly. “That’s it. Sniff your new owner.”
My hands trembled as I pulled his waistband down just enough. His thick, heavy cock sprang out, already half-hard and smelling even stronger — pure rank alpha dick. I hesitated one last second, thinking of my husband sleeping just rows away… then I opened my mouth and took him in.
He was thick, salty, and still sweaty from the flight. I gagged quietly as he grew fully hard down my throat, but I didn’t stop. I sucked him like a pathetic, skinny married slut, head bobbing low in his lap while he kept his arms casually behind his head, pretending to sleep. Every few seconds he’d push my head down further, forcing my nose into his sweaty pubes.
“You’re such a disgusting little faggot,” he breathed, barely audible. “Honeymooning with your husband and choking on college cock ten thousand feet up. Keep going, dumpster.”
Tears pricked my eyes from the shame and the stretch, but my own dick was leaking in my pants. The horror had melted into pure, humiliating need. I wanted to be his seat-side cumrag. His rank, sweaty alpha toilet.
When he finally came, it was thick and bitter, flooding my mouth in heavy ropes. I swallowed every drop like the broken married bitch I’d become, licking him clean while his musk soaked into my skin and clothes.
He patted my flushed cheek condescendingly, zipped up, and went back to relaxing like nothing happened.
I sat there the rest of the flight, lips swollen, throat coated in his load, the taste and smell of him lingering as I stared at my wedding ring. My husband would never know… but I already belonged to this sweaty, domineering jock now.
And the worst part? I couldn’t wait for him to use me again. As me and my husband strolled to the town for some night out two days after we arrived from the flight, I realized the jock is in the table behind us already looking at me with his predatorial smirk, a girl seated in front of him clearly as unaware as my husband about this dynamic and how I've been monitored like a prey......
The Hottest Stories of 2017
So 2017 was a bit of a dry year for my writing and I hope to do a lot more in 2018. I’ve got some projects and collaborations in mind and I hope to see them come to fruition. But enough about the future. Looking back there have been some amazingly hot stories in 2017. First, a few of the ones I have done:
iMaster Quickie: For the Grade
Amulet of Masculinity: Travis and Ansel
Swim Swap
And the favorite of my own:
Big, New World (with pics done by @gilgalune-cc)
—
And of course there are the other amazingly talented writers on here. In no particular order, here are some of my favorite stories.
The Uniform by @jakelandry
The East Way by @jakelandry
Coach Robins by @jakelandry
The New Waterboy by @goggletann
Untitled by @goggletann
Untitled by @goggletann
TS- #008 Cordypecs by @the-craftsman
Among the Studio by @the-craftsman
Pokemon Grow by @absqrst
Watch What You Say: The Return by @absqrst
Chronivac Universe Part 9 by @absqrst
Halloween 2017 Part 1 by @absqrst
Untitled by @jd07201990
Aronik Summer Body Campaign Part 1 by @elysianfit
Untitled by @itstransformingtime
Untitled by @itstransformingtime
Study Session by @amuscularmetamorphosis
By Men For Men by @chaoticdjinn
Utopia: One Fuck at a Time by @chaoticdjinn
Daddies Boy by @chaoticdjinn
Daddies Dearest by @chaoticdjinn
Untitled by @collegenerdtojock
Untitled by @collegenerdtojock
Untitled by @collegenerdtojock
Untitled by @male-tf-captions
Untitled by @male-tf-captions
Untitled by @male-tf-captions
Career Day by @thetfchangingroom
The Whole Truth… by @thetfchangingroom
Untitled by @billionairesociety
Reclaiming an Empire Part 1 and 1.5 by @unseenbenefactor
Benefactor’s Return by @unseenbenefactor
The Lumberjacks 2 (video) by @husskoni
Courtesy by @dutchutch
Untitled by @muscleformuscle
Happy Family by @jockbender
Himbo Wand by @jockbender
Body Snap by @jockbender
A Class Trip to New York by @agmsye
All of Them by @agmsye
Birthday Boy by @agmsye
Confidence Destroying by @agmsye
The Gypsy’s Curse by @agmsye and me
Click by @makingrealalphas
Untitled by @makingrealalphas
Untitled by @makingrealalphas
Perfection by @turningalpha
Untitled by @cfmusclelabs
Glory Days by @malemodification
Untitled by @malemodification
Plus Three Part 2 by @derekwilliams
The Focus Group by @derekwilliams
Untitled by @lixpex
Untitled by @lixpex
College of Transformation: Clubs and Love by @thegreatstoryteller
The Shoe Shop Stories: Bigger and Better by @thegreatstoryteller
The Fairy God Part 2 by @thegreatstoryteller
Untitled by @dieselssexymusclestories
Untitled by @dieselssexymusclestories
Untitled by @dieselssexymusclestories
The Photobooth: George by @aardvarkia
Wishing Room: The Dance by @aardvarkia
M-U-S-C-L-E by @aardvarkia
Untitled by @dumb-and-jocked
If Wishes Were Fishes by @coyote-r
TFU - Fixing What Ain’t Broken by @coyote-r
Girdle of Masculinity: Team Player and Unconscious Desire by @coyote-r
The Blue Shoes
Ernie, or Ernesto as his mind kept correcting him, knew it was too good to be true. He had found the shoes on the side of the road as he walked back from his job at the gas station. They were huge and looked brand new despite being discarded in a ditch. He took them home only thinking of selling them for some extra cash, but the shoes beckoned to him as they sat on his small table. Curious that he could not find a tag for the size, he decided to try them on.
Something felt off as he slipped them on, so he quickly decided to take them off. However, the shoes were stuck. He tried to yank them off so hard, Ernie lost his balance and fell back onto his ratty couch. He watched in horror and fascination as his toes bulged at the edge of the shoe. Then he knew the shoes were size 17s. He didn’t know how he knew that, but it was in his head. Then his pale skin was replaced by a natural tan. That’s when his brain started making him remember himself as Ernesto. then came the muscle, a lot of it. Ernie’s thin and malnourished form replaced by Ernesto’s gym-forged form. It started with his calves ballooning outward, followed by his thighs. Years of squats and calf raises embedding themselves into his muscles and memories. The same would go for his now massive pecs, sculpted abs, broad shoulders, wide back, and piston-like arms. A burst of muscle growth followed by a rush of new memories.
Then came Ernie’s cock. It snaked forward against his tight briefs. Years of sitting at a computer or looking at porn on his phone of men he only wished he could look like were replaced by conquest after conquest. Endless nights fucking both men and women. His balls bulged in their sac. A lifetime of shyness and low self-esteem replaced by confidence and cockiness. Finally the changes made their way to his face. Hollow cheekbones were filled in and his jaw cracked wider, Ernesto was a handsome man, his mother always told him so. Ernie’s life of a high school drop out and getting kicked out by his parents were swiftly gone from his mind. Instead it was filled with a supportive family in Columbia. Instead of kicking him out after high school, they encouraged him to attend school in the USA. There he would find out how much his body was worth. He stripped to pay for his business degree. Now he had been running a successful personal training business for 4 years (and still stripped on the side when he wanted to). With a deep and lustful groan, he orgasmed into his tight briefs. Looking down at his body and shoes, he wondered why he ever thought of throwing them away.
The Giver
Chad, or well he liked to call himself Chad, leaned on the weight rack as he surveyed the gym. He was looking for his mark, ironically named Mark. He spotted Mark on Grindr, one of his favorite ways to locate his marks. Hinge, Bumble, Instagram, and even Reddit were common ways he could see who he needed to find. The internet made his ‘job’ so much easier nowadays. Now when Chad saw Mark walk into the gym, his 8in cock immediately started chubbing up. He adjusted his crotch, knowing the satisfaction wouldn’t be too far away. Mark was a bookish 5’9” man with short blonde hair. His physique matched his job of being a low-level accountant at a law firm. Unsatisfied with his life, working it one day at a time. Chad knew all of this already. Just some online flirting and chatting had Mark spilling his beans with all the details Chad wanted to know.
So Chad knew he was not going to have to work hard. He caught Mark glancing his way multiple times and he made sure to give the little guy an extra flex. It was always fun to tease his marks. And Mark was easy to tease when he knew that Mark likes guys with big pecs and shoulders in skimpy tank tops. Popping his tricep while leaning on the barbell after a bench press. Stretching his arms over his head to let his lats flare out after doing flies. Bending down slowly to pick up the dumbbells to show off his glutes and hamstrings. All of these were little tricks Chad had learned over the years, and they always worked.
Chad made contact with the ogling Mark and knew he had him hook, line, and sinker. Mark was so transfixed by Chad’s bouncing pecs that he didn’t realize the stud was walking over to him with a quietly cocky grin. With a meaty hand Chad reached forward for a handshake, “I’m Chad,” he flashed his pearly whites. “H-h-hello..” Mark managed to stammer out as his hand was swallowed by Chad’s mitt. Chad’s grin widened, “You must be TankedTop11.” Mark’s heart froze as a look of horror crossed his face, “H-how d-did you know that name?” Chad pulled Mark’s hand from the handshake and placed it against his rock hard abs, “Wannabe6pak ring a bell?” “Y-your him?” Mark’s surprise was obvious, but Chad hushed his rising tone.
“In the rock hard flesh, but let’s continue this somewhere more private.” Chad pulled Mark towards the lockerrooms, Mark’s hand missing the feel of Chad’s six pack.
Once the door was shut and locker behind them, Chad pinned Mark’s body against the wall. The smaller man looked worried, but Chad just smiled, “Don’t worry little man, I’m generous.”
“What do y-” Mark’s question was cut off by Chad’s lips.
“Enough talking, I’ve waited long enough,” Chad whispered in Mark’s ear before resuming the kiss. Chad had to lean down from his 6’4” height and lift Mark’s head with one hand to deepen the kiss.
Chad felt it.
Mark felt it, even if he didn’t know what it was.
It started differently with everyone, but Chad always made a mental note to write down later where everything started. For Mark, it was his back. Shoulders jutted out to either side while the latissimus dorsi blossomed from the back of his pits. Second by second, more and more of the lockerroom wall was covered by his thickening back. Using a free hand, Chad reached around and wedged his hand between the wall and Mark’s expanding back to feel the thick sinew of the growing man’s lats. Soon enough Mark was just as wide as Chad was.
Thankfully Mark’s height was next as Chad did find it a little awkward to keep bending down to kiss the man. Instead of being on tip-toes, Mark’s size 16s were flat on the grown, surrounded by the remains of his shoes. The growing man’s hands reached around and groped at Chad’s equally large back as Mark’s straightened out to his full height of 6’4”.
As Mark’s body physically grew closer to Chad’s, the larger man could feel more of Mark press against him. Thick, square pecs, meaty thighs, and Mark’s crotch was busting out of his briefs. Clothes were quickly discarded as Mark took the initiative and made the kissing far more aggressive. Mark pulled Chad down as he laid on the bench, throwing his thickening legs in the air. Chad didn’t need any instruction and quickly started to fuck Mark’s tight ass.
Each moan from Mark was deeper than the last. Chad leaned forward and kissed Mark to muffle the moans. The kiss became a little awkward as Mark’s face began to rearrange. A wide jaw and deep-set brow carved their way into his face. Chad broke the kiss for a second to look at Mark. It was like he was fucking his reflection. That was all it took for Chad to moan and shoot his load deep into Mark. Suddenly, Mark found himself orgasming as well and quickly passing out.
—
“Ugh I must be dehydrated…” Mark groaned as he sat up from the lockerroom bench.
“Are you okay sir?” A voice made Mark look up and see a little twink with long, blonde hair wearing an American flag tank top look at him.
Chad flashed a charming smile, “Yeah just a little tired.” He glanced down at an expensive watch sitting on his thick wrist. “Oh fuck I’m gonna be late for a deposition.” “You’re a lawyer?” The twink asked.
“Boseman&Reese. I’m Mark Boseman,” he said as he nearly tore a locker off its hinges to get his bag.
“Oh I’m…” the twink glanced in the mirror, “Nils.”
“Well thanks for checking on me Nils,” He gave the twink a once over and flashed a flirty smile. “I’ll see you around sometime.” And the large lawyer dashed out the door.
Meanwhile ‘Nils’ looked back at the mirror and ran a hand through his hair. “Scandinavian is a little different, but should be fun. Let’s see how big I get before I find my mark.”
Discord TF #4
"Hey! I'm 21. I'm a little tired of going to college and always feeling tired and skinny. I'd like to revitalize myself and change… do you have something in mind for me?"
You aren't in college anymore, mainly because you're too dumb to even spell the word 'Gym' anymore, but your new beefy muscles feel so good, it's hard to care! You're young, dumb, full of cum, and feeling more revitalized than ever. You just can't spell revitalized anymore.
---
"Heyo! I'm 30 years old and I'm tired of being a chunky loser. I'd love to get into shape and explore what it's like being a hunky jock. I'm open to age or race change"
Cogratulations! You're an absolutely goddamned hunk with a muscular body to die for, and the chucky loser you used to be is an old memory you can barely recall. Since you're open to a change, I figured I could make you a bit younger, and indian, just for fun~ Won't lie, a buff indian stud is super hot
---
"Hey! I'm 19 and don't want to be short and chubby anymore. I want to change and feel better… can you help me?"
No longer short, and the opposite of chubby, you don't just feel better. You feel fucking epic, all the time. How could a cocky stud like you feel anything else?
---
"Hey! I'm 18 and I think I need a change… I'm a thin, shy guy with a monotonous life and a career that won't take off because of my shyness. Can you do something for me?.."
Shy? What do you mean shy? You're the cockiest, most popular frat boy in your school! Sure you might be a freshman, but that just means you haven't even reached your peak yet. You're buff, arrogant, sexy, and treat every day like an adventure (and a new chance to fuck). Hope you enjoy!
---
"Hey! I'm a 23yo latino med student. I've always been skinny and nerdy, but sometimes I wonder what life could be if I were other ethnicity and if were more outgoing and chosen some career in sports."
You want to know what your life would be like if you were different? if you were a jock? If you liked sports? If you had big beefy muscles? If instead of a puny latino med student you were a hunky Asian wrestler who spend his weeks forcing other men to their knees, and his weekends fucking other men into the floor?
You really want to know?~
---
"heyy, ive always been a good student, straight As and stuff. i've started to go more into my jock side when i started the gym about 2 years ago. looking at some of the dumb gymbros there, i wonder how itd be to have been this way, like them, all along"
In one world you missed your calling for a long time. You chased good grades, the approval of your teachers, and the promise of success after college. In one world, you didn't realize how much fun it would be to be a jock until your prime meathead years were behind you.
This is not that world.
In this world you've been working out since you were 13. In this world you were popular, fun, strong, and dumb. In this world you didn't give a fuck about grades, and the only teacher you liked was the football coach. In this world, you are a classic, muscular, dumb gymbro, and always have been. In this world, you are who you were always meant to be.
It may be a while before the you from one world catches up to the you from another world. But maybe not as long as you think. It's never too late to be a jock, bro.
---
"ive been going to the gym for a bit now, and thought it was time i'd take a session with one of the PTs there. i mean, his clients all look huge, so his training must be good, right?"
Turns out, he's actually a really bad PT. He knows basically nothing about nutrition, and is more of a stereotypical dumb gym bro who figured he could get a job working out than a real, dedicated trainer. However, anyone who gets their ass fucked by his massive cock transforms into a muscular hunk… so in the end, he does get the job done.
---
"More training for me, I'd like to re-enter Maxford"
Interesting! It looks like working out right before re-entering maxford changed how the town affected you. Instead of a hunky cop, you're the studly owner of the local gym. People still seem to remember the other you too, but think he's out on a buisness trip? Very interesting… Well, I hope you have fun helping a bunch of young conservative men become even more muscular and douchey while hitting on ditzy female clients
---
... and thats it for now! Will probably continue to share these when I get more of them, but I hope this collection of shorter stories has been fun (and sexy). See you guys soon!
ughhhhhh fuuuuuck bros... my head is so fuckin empty again 😵💫💦 i think i cummed my brains out for real this time... like i was jerkin it so hard last night watchin my own pump videos n i just kept goin n goin n every time i blew a huge load it felt like more of my smart stuff shot right outta my dick... now im even dumber than yesterday haha
i used to be kinda smart i think?? like maybe went to school n shit but now every time i nut my brain gets smaller n smaller. my big swollen muscles are takin over everything. i cant even remember what i ate for breakfast but i remember exactly how many times i edged my thick cock before i exploded everywhere.
look at me flexin these huge guns tho!! 💪😩 i was tryin to think of sumthin to say for this pic but nahhh... brain all drained out. just cum n protein shakes up there now. i swear my skull is hollow except for the echo of me moanin like a stupid whore while i pumped load after load. every orgasm melts another braincell n im down to like... three left tops. one for liftin, one for eatin, n one for flexin in the mirror like the brainless muscle slut i am.
i keep strokin it thinkin it'll help me get smarter but it just makes me dumber n hornier. my balls are always full n my head is always empty... perfect trade if u ask me. i try to read a text n my eyes cross n all i can think about is bustin another fat nut till my brains leak out my dick again.
so yeah this is me... big dumb cum-drained jock who just blew his iq into a sock for the 50th time this week. cant even spell "intelligence" anymore but who needs that when u got these boulder shoulders n a fat pump??
if ur readin this n ur smart... come drain the rest of my brains out for me bro. ill just sit here flexin n moanin while u empty whats left of my head.
dumb n drained is the only way to be 💦🧠🚫
ughhhhh fuuuuuck bros… wut the hell is even happenin rite now 😵💫💦💦 i wuz tryin to take a normal mirror pic but then i flexed these huge sweaty arms n my head just… popped. like straight up my brain turned into cum n started drippin down my neck or sumthin. look at me all tilted back n stupid with my mouth open like a total braindead goon.
i think i cummed my brains out AGAIN last night n now theres litterally nuthin left up there. just pink mush n protein shake foam. every time i look at how fuckin massive my shoulders n chest r in this tight tank my dick twitches n another iq point shoots outta my cock. i cant even remember why i came in the bathroom… wuz i gunna shower?? piss?? or just edge my meat till i forget my own name again?? who knows. brain no worky.
im so fuckin retarded now its crazy. i put this chain on thinkin it looked hot but now its just hangin there like a leash for my empty muscle head. i keep starin at the mirror n gruntin n my eyes roll back every time i bounce my pecs. all the smart stuff i used to have?? long gone. leaked out in thick ropes while i was moanin like a dumb whore pumpin load after load to my own body. now im just this big sweaty tank-top wearin jock with zero thoughts… only gains n horniness.
my arms look like theyre gunna rip the sleeves off but there aint even sleeves haha. just pure muscle squeezin my last two braincells till they squirt out. i tried to think of sumthin clever to write but it hurt so bad i just started posin n moanin instead like the muscle zombie i am.
this is me bros… total cum-brained dummy who cant stop flexin long enuff to function. if u see me like this just come slap my fat chest n tell me to stop thinkin before i nut my last braincell all over the floor.
head full of cum… zero thoughts… only pump 💪😩🧠🚫💦
Teasing himbo
He loves to annoy you all the fucking time. Home, in public, in the gym, when you're working, he gets horny about it and knows you get horny too. It will always end up with you fucking him anyway.
So big and thick I think I'd be about to nut on each thrust hitting balls deep in my hungry boipussy 😍🤤
The moment a massive and thick black cock like this starts thrusting from tip to balls into my hole I'm gonna stop pretending to be straight and just accept I'm meant to take big black cocks, I don't give a fuck if he makes me moan like a little faggot, I wannabe be the biggest hungry addicted faggot for his big black cock, I'd let him use my hole as his personal fleshlight 🤤🥵
Fatso loves going to music events, they were great for finding some hot fleshie action. Drunk hunks, good food, beer, loud distractions, it was a paradise! And he decided to haunt the big country music festival this weekend. He was eager for some good fried food and hard drinking. But as he flew over the crowds toward the stage to find a good vessel, he saw the main act, Luke Bryan, front and center.
He could barely contain himself and he instantly smirked and went invisible. He barreled towards the stage as Luke opened his mouth for a loud, long belt note. Fatso hit his mouth as Luke grunted and started gagging. The fans kept cheering, too drunk and thinking he was putting on a show for them. Luke’s cheeks and throat bulged as Fatso shoves in harder, determined to make it inside.
Luke felt his tight toned abs bloating out from all the fatty ectoplasm as Fatso was wedged halfway inside his body. Tail flailing desperately to get his gut in, Luke was trying to blow Fatso back out but the ghostly powers were causing Luke’s body to actually suck on Fatso taking him inside. His pecs pulsed and swelled out a bit like moobs.
The singer was stumbling around as he felt more ectoplasm surge into him, evening out by filling into his ass and crotch. His cheeks bubbled out even more as the fans hooted and catcalled him. His bulge engorged and ballooned to barely keep from ripping his jeans. With a final pop and a satisfied chuckle, Fatso was in control of Luke just in time for the song and the concert to conclude.
The horny ghost took a bunch of bows and enjoyed all the applause and attention. He felt the singer really fighting surprisingly hard so he rushed off the stage to the backstage area hoping to get busy with his plans. He was stopped by a fan gushing over him begging for an autograph.
The guy was a sexy young hottie, athletic and clearly gay. Fatso decided to flirt with him in his temporary body and when the guy offered his pen and paper, Fatso acted swiftly. He pulled the hunk into a hug against his bulging body and his throbbing crotch pressed against the guy’s as they both gasped. Fatso growler seductively as he moved the hunk’s hand to cup his fat ass.
The guy blushed and laughed nervously. Fatso planted a kiss on the stud’s cheek and told him that he secretly longed to be broken in by a hottie. And he was about to invite the guy to his dressing room when he realized how strong Luke was in actuality. He was jostled loose inside and Luke was grunting and groaning, bent over holding his gut.
Fatso was groaning inside as Luke started forcing him out like a giant blue bubble. From Luke’s bubble ass right through his jeans swelled a blue, transparent bubble that grew and grew. Fatso was annoyed and his throbbing blue ghost cock was clearly visible as the hunk looked on in horror. With a final push and a pop, Fatso was floating behind Luke, who was panting out of breath.
The hunk fled in terror as Luke turned to Fatso, still panting. “Who the hell do you think you are asshole?!” “Name’s Fatso sexy, and I’m gonna come back later tonight to finish what we started,” he smirked. Luke chuckled, “I’d like to see your fat ass try!,” and he passed out face first. Fatso kissed Luke’s cheek and flew off to carbo load for the night, eager to return to Luke.