You used to be a bottom, then a guy with a round bouncy bubble butt showed you how good it feels to stick your dick in something
You used to be a sub, then a dude with a musky leather jacket and a doe-eyed side piece showed you how good it feels to dominate.
You used to be a fag, then a man with biceps bigger than your skull and four wives showed you how good it feels to pound pussy.
You used to wear deodorant and cologne, then a bro with an allegation and size 14 feet taught you that when you smell like a man, your stink fogs over your anxieties.
You used to shave yourself smooth, then a bro with wild pits and olive oil in his hair showed you how the hair traps the musk and hides your imperfections, not that you have any you beast.
You used to go to university, then a gym rat with loud flip-flops and a muscle shirt with sleeve holes cut down to his waist taught you how the ache in your muscles after a heavy workout is much more satisfying then the ache in your brain during a test.
You used to be a leftist, then a deep-voiced alpha with a bright hat and a thick beard taught you that you're a male, you were born to rule.
You used to love your girlfriend, then all your bros made you remember women exist to impregnated and raise your spawn, not loved, and you can get all the attention you need from a good brojob and a chest day.
Finally, you used to be a person, then you looked in the mirror and what cockily grinned back can only be described as an ape. You flexed your hulking arm, the jungle of pit hair beneath wafting the stench of perfection over your stupid breeder brain. You fumbled with your phone, your fingers too thick and calloused to operate it, to see a text from Jake,
2 wombs ovr here need seed bro cum hlp
You grunted out an animalistic snort, your thick meat pulsing a little in your commando athletic shorts (all you wear when you need clothes) and loped out the door, your wide feet slapping the ground hard with each step.