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These new vitamins were supposed to help him focus, but 1 month in and he was having a hard time putting thoughts together. Maybe he needed to up the dose again? That was what his roommate recommended. He gave him the vitamins to begin with after all. He seemed like such an obnoxious dumb jock, but he was actually kinda cool. Invited him to the gym, started guiding him through workouts, pushing him through set after set, heavier and heavier. Got him going on the right diet and protein shakes. Thought they were nasty af at first but now he looked forward to them post workout, along with a post workout look in the mirror, seeing his pump, the subtle ways his shoulders seemed wider, biceps larger, thighs thicker. No denying this new routine was paying off, he put on like 30lbs in muscle and couldn’t help but like it. Sure studying seemed difficult lately but how much did that really matter, getting to the gym more often would help him focus, his roommate told him every time he felt confused or foggy or struggling with homework, which seemed more frequent lately. Plus he loved the rush of lifting heavier, watching his body flex, seeing his roommate grin and flex with him, letting his head go blank. Yeah so maybe he just needed a few extra pills today to help him focus on studyin later, after he got in a good gym session of course.

Each level more muscle, less thoughts, more cock. He’s only on level 3.

The sensation was like nothing he had ever felt before. He was used being sharp, always over analytical, overthinking, and now his mind was a euphoric fog, thoughts slipping away without a care. Must be how getting high must feel, not that he ever tried that, but that was the old him, the nerd, slipping away by the second the moment he turned that cap around. It felt good, better than expected, feeling his mind getting slow, empty, even better as he felt his body flex, swell with heat and muscle with every beat of his heart.

That old him was melting away. Was he even aware anymore of what he used to be? How he was changing? No. It felt too good. He liked it too much. The feeling of his body swelling, the growing desire to get to the gym, to smirk, to fuck. Flex, smirk, grow and repeat. All he knows now is how to be dumb and hot and he loves.

They were both the sweetest boyfriends there could be. Same interests in books and studying. Both soft spoken, skinny, nerdy but in a cute way. But then came the innocent dare. Why not act like dumb bros for a night. They both despised them, but didn’t they also kind of envy them? Their carefree attitudes, the muscle…. In any case a little roleplay would be a fun way to spice up their lovemaking a little. Did they realize how much they’d get into it? No. Did they notice how much their voices naturally deepened every time they jokingly said bro or dude or how easily the jock lingo started to roll of their tongue? No, the passion was building too much. Not the sweet tender kisses and care they usually had. No, if they were pretending to be dumb jocks, they had to be rougher, passionate, aggressive. Peeling off clothing, commenting on how hot and swoll each other looked, flexing and massaging swelling muscle that wasn’t there a few moments ago. But they didn’t care. Bro was so hot. So big. So hard. Brain emptying of all thoughts felt good when there was just pleasure, just muscle. Just two dumb jocks hot for each other.

Just don’t be so nerdy

He was always being made fun of for being a nerd and having his head in a book. A few sips of the drink and that all changed. No one will make fun of him now, but he also has no interest in books anymore.

He stood there so innocently waiting. A little uncomfortable with the scantly glad models waiting on the side of the studio. He just needed a new profile picture after all. Chew some gum, be patient, we told him and he obliged. He relaxed little as he started to chew.

When he blew his first bubble his little frame shuddered a little, and slowly, almost imperceptibly, stretched a little higher as the gum filled with air. His bony arms, growing a little less gangly, then shoulders a fraction wider. Then the first pop, a light burst that made his posture relax and eyes glaze over. After that he was hooked.

Each bubble, a little more size, his midriff increasingly exposed and toned, his arms increasingly thicker and filling his sleeves. And his eyes- more vacant with each pop, floating more and more over to eye the hunky models waiting on the sideline. Patience pretty boy. A few more good bubbles and pops flexing out of those clothes and you’ll be a mindless dumb hunk like them. Then the real photo shoot will begin.

Ha fuck yeah. Who woulda thought this hypnosis command shit would work. But here he is. My pretentious nerdy prick of a roommate just standing there frozen, obeying everything I say. And I mean obeying. Told him to lose the glasses, the shirt- no problem. Then demanded he gain some a few inches and put some muscle on that pathetic frame. And hot damn. Now look at him. Puny little body is gone and those arms and shoulders almost rival mine. Something’s still missing off. Sure that face of his got some angles and confidence to it now, but still looks like an innocent little smart ass. Might as well get a roommate I can really have some fun with. So… “Looking good bro but you can do better. See that body, you need a personality to match. Be a horny dumb cocky bro, bro. Every IQ point you let go, let that cock grow and I mean get dumb bro. You’re gonna be the perfect horny slut for me. Yeah we’re gonna have some fun. So let me see it. Give me a smirk and be a bro”

The journey to pouty horny fuckboy isn a pleasurable one. The ride gets incrementally hot, no desire or need for clothes no more. In fact the less you have in the more your body puts on lean muscle. Then the perfectly tousled hair, soft lidded eyes, and pouty lips come in, and all you’ll want is to touch and be touched.

Another option is a ride to being rough and rugged horny stud. It’s not the most luxurious ride, but it makes up for it with cockiness, cock, and sexy dark charm that’s at the destination.

The path to dumb cocky himbohood is rocky. Quite literally, you body and head got locked around until your head is empty and your body bulks up with muscle and dumb confidence. No matter what with your new one tract mind.

He asked to be taken down the road to cocky, horny dumb musclehood. Now all he craves is showing off and picking up his next hookup.

Where are you going?

He got in the car as a timid kindhearted guy with a promising career ahead of him, but he was tired of it and asked to be taken to a life of pleasure, mindlessness, and no inhibitions. Now look at him.

Where do you want to go? Let me know and maybe I’ll take you.

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