Pumping Dawg

Growin' stronger evry day Muscle knows no race - bros are bros, always! NSFW! Adults only! -part of the dumb revolution-

[sark4play]

[musclebud69]

Beast mode

[becomingaroidpig]

Become MEAT

[stupidhimbo]

Simple himbo

He has a simple life. Lift big, eat like a bull, fuck you like crazy, think about it when he's not, and he loves it, it's a simple life for a simple minded himbo.

[truevikingblood-blog]

Radoslav Angelov

[stupidhimbo]

Cutie himbo

He's a cutie, a true trophy himbo ( even if he doesn't exactly get what's supposed to mean ). Too dumb for simple numbers, can't go an hour without you calling him "good boy", loves to get cuddles like a big puppy, horny for you 24/7, and always with that big proud smile from knowing he's YOUR massive dumb himbo.

[exsubliminal]

Listen to this big dumb himbo ramble about how good it feels to be a good dumb himbo. You know you want more.... You gotta become a big dumb himbo... Why is this video lasting forever? Why do you keep watching? Let the video take you over, and fuck your mind. You need more hypnosis? Checkout my SoundCloud and YouTube for more Dumb Jock and Himbo Hypnosis

[malepulchritude4]

[musclymen]

[juicedcatboy]

[kozilmog]

Superman grew up in a farm, so imagine him getting mindwiped and turned into a dumb farmhand.

-- This one took a bit of time, but I'm glad it finally came out good. Thank you for your ask, I hope you enjoy!

[truevikingblood-blog]

Andrea Presti

[dbollife]

James Leao

[built-for-breeding]

Got his pump in, post workout meal in his belly, now he's ready to have the cum fucked out of him

[buildabro]

Ungh…g'morning…?

Bro...what time is it? My head's poundin', like...

It kinda hurts to think?

You're all smart n' shit, yeah? So like...is your brain a muscle? Like…can you pull it? Cus' its sore as hell.

I'm feelin' weird, dude.

Not bad, but like, different n' shit.

Dumber.

Yeah, uh...I saw that vid you sent me.

Well, like I remember puttin' it on, but after that? Fuck, I dunno what happened last night, dude! Don't really wanna think about it either, bro.

Don't wanna think...

Uhhhh...could you think for me, dude? Gotta take care of somethin' before I get outta bed. Don't worry, though. Shouldn't be too hard.

[buildabro]

Bruh…I'm so sleepy...

Like…I dunno how ya got so much… energy?

You're like the little, uh, bunny dude? Y'know what I'm talkin' about? Like the battery guy, hahahaha?

Yeah, bro, that's you! Like, all go-go-go n' shit.

Like, bro, why don't you just chill?

'Cus me n' my bros? Nah dude, we don't got your energy.

We gotta eat n' lift n'...shit, y'know? That's a lot, bro! Like…takes a lot out of ya. Sometimes I come back from the gym, n' it's like, whoa…

Kinda just wanna lay down, stretch out, put on some tunes, and vibe...

Like, you know how your phone, the battery, there's, like...when you don't gotta charge?

Shit, dude…what's that thing called?

Uh, it don't matter! But yeah, like, my brain's the same way. Like, I switch that shit off 'cus I don't wanna waste that energy, dude. All that protein's for my muscles, not my stupid fuckin' brain, y'know?

Yeah...you're, like, way too fast, bro, hahaha! Little bunny bro hoppin' around, brain goin' a mile a minute n' shit.

Why don't ya just slow down?

Chillin' out's good for ya, dude. Save that energy for the important shit.

Like gettin' big.

Like gettin' dumb.

Like gettin' bro'd.

[jockboyaj]

Jace was warmed that the necklace he brought had strange magic associated with it but he didn’t care. He put it on without a second thought. Next thing he knew, his body aged and expanded with muscle and hair. He was now the perfect muscle Daddy looking for good boy to use.

[buildabro]

[jasonthebro-deactivated20220101]

let me know if u get brain fog bruhs

[jockboyjay01]

all the time bro

[md7tf]

Muscle Machine

Caleb reluctantly took the keys from the brute of a man at the rental shop who grunted something about the Challenger being the "perfect car for a man like him" and promised he’d be comfortable with it in no time. Looking at the aggressive lines of the car, he knew the overpowered vehicle was definitely NOT the car for him. Caleb just sighed. He was going to be stuck with this obnoxious, gas-guzzling monstrosity until his sensible hybrid was repaired.

With a violent shake, the engine roared to life sending a jolt through Caleb’s spine that made his heart hammer. He expected to hate it, but the low rumble felt strangely right. As he gripped the steering wheel, he noticed the interior smelled of rich leather and high-octane potential. He pressed the gas, and an unexpected tingling wave of adrenaline washed over him. His grip tightened, his fingers feeling thicker and more sure against the wheel.

Navigating downtown towards the grocery store, Caleb realized the car felt like it was alive with a raw energy. The engine’s vibration radiated through the seat, seeping into his bones and causing his chest to tighten and expand with every rev. At the stoplight, his muscles coiled with anticipation and he felt his shirt sleeves start to pinch his arms. He relished the tightness, flashing a cocky smirk at the driver next to him. When the light turned green, he floored it, the torque pinning his growing frame into the leather.

Forget the groceries; he needed to see what this beast could do. As he hit the open road, Caleb felt a primal connection to the machine—all thoughts of sensible hybrids left in the dust. With every shift of the gears, his muscles surged, growing swollen and rock-hard as if infused with the car's raw horsepower. His lanky frame was gone, replaced by a heavy, powerful physique that filled the cabin. He wasn't just driving the car anymore; he was part of it. Both of them the perfect muscle machine.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the new Caleb—now massive, broad-shouldered, and radiating a dominant confidence—headed back into town; he needed a muscle boy to share in the fun. He pulled up to Cody’s place, eager to see his friend's reaction to the gleaming black ride and the man behind the wheel. Cody climbed in, his soft and flabby frame settling awkwardly into the passenger seat. Caleb flashed him a knowing smirk and grunted, "Hold on," his voice deeper and more resonant now. He hit the gas hard once again, and they sped back out toward a vista point overlooking the city.

As they flew down the darkened roads, the  raw power of the worked on Cody just as it had on Caleb, turning the blonde man into a youthful powerhouse of hard muscle. By the time they reached the vista and Caleb killed the lights, the air in the cabin was thick with heat and raw desire. The engine idled with a deep, rhythmic throb for a moment before falling silent, and then the real fun began.