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The Bro Translator

Speak like a bro! Your new gym rat life. Alex had been scrolling through his socials when he found a text translator that made you sound like a stereotypical meathead. One that talked in slow, dull sounds, buffering every word with 'bro' or 'dude' like it was the only word vocabulary. He thought it looked like a dumb internet thing, though he couldn't help but click the link.

He opened up the website, a text box and some pictures of dudes flexing at the top with their dumb grins greeted him, spouting obnoxious bro quotes in his head. His face scrunched up, remembering all the times he bumped into those kinds of gym bros on the way to class, their sweaty bodies and lumbering gaits taking up the entire walkway.

Yo, before we start, we gotta grab your name, bro. Helps us initiate ya into the brohood.

He typed his full name, Alex Jung, unable to stop himself from rolling his eyes at the overt bro talk. But his assignments were already done, and he was weeks ahead on the required reading, so he could afford some relaxation, even if it was laughing at some dumb bro speak.

In an instant his new username popped up, AJ.

Of course, even the translator knew how to make his name sound like a douchebag. But it kind of made sense, kids back in school would call him AJ sometimes.

Beginning to type, Alex started with generic sentences, giggling to himself at all the idiotic bro dialogue the website spat out. Normal sentences became tinged with slang and humor, he pictured the kind of guys that engaged in this bro-speak, ones with arms bigger than their head. Alex adjusted his glasses, thinking of ways to make it more fun, and the thought of him - the straight A student - living like a bro was so laughable he wondered how the translator would change it.

My name's Alex, graduated top of my class in high school and even got a scholarship to show. Currently doing my degree in Biological Sciences with a perfect record for valedictorian.

He couldn't help but feel satisfied typing some of his achievements out. Alex lived for a 4.0 GPA, the trophies and certificates plastered around his dorm room served as a not-so-humble display of his intelligence. The 21 year old's efforts made him the perfect model student, his sharp clothes, styled hair, and good hygiene were his essentials for making a good impression at the lab.

It's AJ bro, totally bombed college but who needs that sciencey shit when you’ve got a phD in pumping iron, getting laid and partied out all day babyyy. At 25 and fucking hot bro!

As if responding to his academic arrogance, the translator did a complete 180 on his words, making him cringe at the stereotypical description. Though he was slightly impressed the translator guessed his age, he did turn 25 recently. There were pictures of him and his friends throughout the years, accompanying participation certificates and an average degree on the shelf. Catching a glimpse of his reflection in the picture frame, AJ furrowed his brows, adjusting his glasses. His blocky lantern jaw, thick chin, and plump lips were still the same, but he felt something was off. Maybe it was his new haircut, it was pretty messy and long, but he wasn't too bothered, he looked hot as hell.

AJ continued typing, moving onto his workplace. It was kinda hard for him to get a job after graduation, university felt surprisingly difficult, finding it easier to just relax and chill, drink some beer and get dirty in the bedroom. His wide features grinning with lust at the end of every night, his friends calling him their handsome idiot. But it wasn't like he was completely dumb, sure he had a few C's here and there, yet he still landed a job, even if it was just as an assistant.

I currently work an office job, y'know your typical businessman with collared shirts and dress pants. I'm only an assistant and it's hard to understand all the techy jumbo but I can manage.

AJ shifted in his seat, stretching his long legs out under his office wear. He played with his shirt's buttons, he was usually in charge of all the grunt work, but he didn't mind, plus it was just free exercise with all the manual labor.

Became a Grade A meathead after ditching school, and its epic brah! Getting to pump iron all day and talking with the bros, huhu.

"Huhu," the words unconsciously left his lips as soon as he saw the translation, not even registering the deep voice that came out, or how his neck thickened with each rumble. It was strange, he felt a weird connection to the text, almost thinking it described him. He habitually tried to adjust his glasses, his large hands only finding a thick nose where it once was. Though he didn't seem to mind, immediately turning back to the translator, and plopping his meaty hands back on the keyboard. But after many typos and confused groans, AJ slammed the keys in frustration, his fingers unable to type anything resembling a sentence, not even realizing he turned on the voice transcription. "Bro, my fingers are too huge for this tiny keyboard."

Bro, I feel like these massive paws are better for jacking my monster cock than slinging some keys.

Adding another sentence on its own, the translator barely gave him any time to notice when a loud burst of pressure hit his cock. AJ groaned, his hands gripping tightly onto the chair for support, almost denting it with his sheer strength. His dick was acting up again, fuck, he knew he should have worn looser pants for the office. It was as if someone was vigorously jerking his dick up and down, pulling it longer and fatter with each upward motion. His eyes glazed over with pleasure, the pressure of the tight pants felt too good against his growing cock, burning his thigh with heat as his zipper started to give up. With a loud rip, his cock tore through his pants and out the front of his underwear, a monster on its own, veiny and spilling precum all over the chair. "Bro, my dick is too huge, huhu. I'm leaking everywhere."

Unhh, my cock is huge bro. Who the fuck needs juice when your body is naturally roided out. Fucking bull nuts, so fat, so heavy, pumping test everywhere...

Reaching its full erection, his nuts became pumped full of pure unbridled testosterone, sending it throughout his body with a purpose. Heavy, swollen balls gave way to pounds after pounds of muscles, stretching his loose office wear to its limits. Each pop and split came with a new memory, a new exercise in the gym, bench presses for his chest, dumbbell curls for his arms, and barbell squats for his quads. Full body workout days always left him sore, but the growth was always worth it. "Aw yeah, gym pump on fire, dude!"

Blowing up like a beast bro, arms so huge, pecs so juicy, legs like steel, fuck I can barely wash my back nowadays huhu. So much beef all the time.

Thousands of pullup exercises and back rows condensed themselves into mere seconds, exploding his lats with muscle and doubling his width, tearing a seam in the back of his shirt. His turtle shell back was so wide and thick that he had to buy a fucking loofah to even clean it in the shower, taking up more space each time. He couldn't help but flex his biceps compulsively, hypnotized by watching them peak higher each time, his goals in life becoming clearer and clearer as his eyes dulled in tandem. Bringing his arms together, he redirected the focus to his chest, squeezing his pecs tight as they tore and regrew bigger. With each bursting button, another variation of chest flys and bench presses puffed them out into existence and into his workout routine. AJ repeated this motion until there was nothing left, his bouncy pecs free to jiggle in the musk filled air, and his six-pack abs surrounded by a sea of fallen fabric. Bruh, why did he even bother with buttons today, his clumsy fingers could barely grip those tiny shits.

Finally free from his cycle of flexing, AJ groped his still hard cock, sending shivers down his spine as precum leaked all over his fingers. He wanted to cum, badly. With each stroke, he spread his legs wider, giving his package as much room as he could, the chair almost buckling under his weight. The last rip of his office pants allowed his beefy thighs to stretch without care, manspreading like a bro would, as his ass and balls slapped against the seat, leaving a sweaty smelly imprint for years to come. "Fuckkkk, who even gives a shit about clothes..." AJ moaned, his eyes glazing over in satisfaction as he stroked his bottle sized cock, flinging his feet around and knocking over some empty beer cans on the ground.

Bro, who the fuck gives a rat's ass about clothes. Ever since I started grinding at the gym it's all about tanks and sweats, man. Comfy, tight, and fucking stinky in all the right spots.

AJ continued his mindless stroking - the translator pushed far back into his tiny mind - pumping his angry cock up and down, as the sound echoed in his room full of gym equipment and dirty laundry. Blue button-ups and black pants became tank tops and grey sweats, implanting themselves into his wardrobe and daily life. Their arm holes would always be stretched to their maximum limit, and a permanent wet spot would be there in every jockstrap and gym short he wore. Working out with the bros, flexing in the mirror, partying at night. Theres was nothing else AJ fucking loved, nothing more than seeing his dick get hard in the locker room mirror, his dumb grin in any reflection, and how his balls were always ready for another round.

He didn't care about his smell. About his gym obsession. About his way of talking. He was an absolute bro, and all he needed was to fucking...

With one final thrust he came, erupting like a geyser everywhere on his nude body, landing in between the grooves of his pecs and abs as the final fat smelly wad of cum landed on his laptop.

ERROR: Translation Tokens Finished. Thank you for using our Bro Language Translator.

AJ barely noticed the website closing itself, still recovering from horniness as his eyes stared vacantly at the ceiling, his cock lightly spurting the remaining load onto his abs. Barely retaining his senses, he tried his best to clean up the obvious cum streak on the laptop screen. "Shitttt, hope I didn't break it, huhu," he said, carelessly tossing the paper into the overfilled trash bin of condoms and tissue.

Stretching his sore muscles, AJ went to the pile of clothes, grabbing whatever smelled the least rank to wear, doing a deep sniff check to make sure, reveling in his musk. Luckily, his cock calmed down just enough to fit into sweats, adjusting his bulge to make sure it wouldn't slap against his thigh all day. Glancing at the mirror again, his lips turned upwards in a goofy grin, realizing there was some remaining cum drops on his chest. He brought it to his lips. Fuck, he tasted good, but he knew his bros tasted better. Speaking of them, he needed to hang with them at the party later, who's party? He didn't fucking care, all he needed were the free drinks and juicy holes he'd find roaming around, cause that's what life is about. Heading out the door, he gripped his crotch, tonight was gonna be wild, bro.

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Waterbomb

타오르는 저 태양 속에 Dive Yeah (Dive into that burning sun Yeah) ♪ 뜨거워진 네 눈빛은 Like fire Yeah (Your heated eyes like fire Yeah) ♫ With the opening song underway, and the audience surging in energy, Waterbomb had officially begun. Guys in tank tops, swimsuits, and board shorts flooded in, accompanying an attractive singer. The seasoned K-pop star took center stage with his perfectly tanned and tattooed body, knowing just the right moves and notes to get the crowd going. Yet in the corner of his eye, he spotted a lone guy huddled near the back - standing arms crossed with his white t-shirt and uninterested eyes. With a subtle smirk, the singer quickly took hold of the stage's water cannon, hoping to spice things up. 소리 높여 Ayo (Ayo) Raise your voice Ayo (Ayo) ♪ With the song speeding to its chorus and the cheers getting louder and louder, he focused on the crowd. And as the beat dropped, he made eye contact with the fish out of water, the silver chain around his neck sparkling with intent.

Water water bomb bomb bomb! ♫ A powerful burst of freezing water hit Ji-ho's entire body, completely soaking his clothes till they were see-through. "The hell?!" Ji-ho looked back at the stage, he could have sworn that singer had aimed the blast at him specifically. He expected to get wet in Waterbomb, but he didn't want to be drenched head to toe! Ji-ho quickly tried to wring his shirt dry, he didn't need his body displayed to the world, and the glossy transparent fabric wasn't doing much to hide his undefined torso. If it wasn't for his friends forcibly dragging him out of the house, he could have been at home in his PJs, enjoying the aircon to its maximum use. But nope, he was here, sweaty and sticky at the same time, and his friends were nowhere to be seen. Ji-ho sighed, heading towards the changing rooms, his size 9 sneakers sloshing around with water, making the journey uncomfortable and cold. He squeezed through the crowd to take a shortcut, his short height making it hard to see past the towering hunks in his way. Their toned bodies right in front of him, wet shirts and damp skin pressing up against each other, he tried his best to avoid grazing them. 이 순간 Burning up 온 몸을 깨워봐 (Burning up at this moment, wake up your whole body) ♫ But as the crowd danced along with the music, Ji-ho subconsciously found himself moving to the rhythm, his feet stretching just a bit wider with every step he took. His strides got longer, and in a sudden, he was making eye contact with the taller guys around him, even being able to peek up over the crowd. Well, he was 6... 6'2" right? It's no surprise he could find his way easily. Plus with his size 13 feet planting themselves on the ground, he was able to stand firmly without being knocked around. As Ji-ho finally made it through the wave of people, he felt the breeze hit his still wet skin, sending a light shiver through his body. Damn, his tank top was really sticking to his skin now, wait tank top? Ji-ho grumbled in confusion, he could have sworn...

Before he could think, another blast of water accidentally hit him, coming from a water gun fight happening between some partying jocks. "Sorry dude!" one of the guys shouted, having a goofy grin on his face. The water spray landed directly on his now meaty biceps and forearms, giving them a sleek and shiny look. Without thinking, Ji-ho threw a quick flex at the guys, paying them no mind. After all, he wore a tank top to Waterbomb for the sole purpose of showing off his gains, good for lifting dumbbells and handling a guy's water guns.

이 열기 속에 니 본능을 깨워봐 (Awaken your instincts in this heat) ♪

Still, Ji-ho's arms were pretty big compared to the rest of him, since they were the most visible in a shirt, he focused on stretching out a good sleeve here and there. But as he got closer to the changing room area, the summer heat took full effect, drying his tank top just a little and causing the fabric to shrink up, with the water fully absorbing into his skin. His tank top started to creak, tightening around his broad and strong shoulders, as his back widened to fill his frame. Ji-ho felt it stick against his abs, outlining them with just the right amount of transparency to see each ab and his eye-catching v-line. Not to mention, the firm pecs that pulled the front of his tank top taut, showing off years of gym experience.

With Ji-Ho nearing his destination, the music drove every drop of water and sweat deeper into his mind and body, soothing his mind's restrictions as it dripped down his legs. His board shorts began to compress his muscular thighs and bulging butt, giving him a nice pair of assets to flaunt. The tight fabric barely giving any room in the groin for his ballooning balls or straining cock either, pressing his front and back package skin tight. And the wet and wild environment of Waterbomb wasn't helping either, the water making his muscles glow and radiate with energy. Every droplet sliding and seeping into his body inflated another muscle group to perfection, giving Ji-ho that summer ready bod. 여름 속의 열기를 확 끌어안아 (The heat in summer, hug me tightly) ♫

When he finally reached the changing rooms, Ji-ho couldn't help but let out a satisfied grin. "Woah. I look really fucking hot," Ji-ho laughed, staring at his handsome face and rock hard muscles in the mirror. With the music growing louder in his head, he didn't hesitate stepping back out.

He loved Waterbomb, it was a full on wet t-shirt contest for the muscle men around. But he'd figured he should save partying for later. Ji-ho walked back towards the crowd, his sneakers audibly flopping on the wet ground, as he picked up a nearby water gun. Eyeing one of his friends looking around, Ji-ho could only grin as he took aim.

파티는 Never ends (The party never ends) ♪

*it's been a while! just got back from a big trip so expect more stories soon ^^*

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White Shirt, Blue Jeans

I'm telling you man, all you need is a white tee and some blue denim and you've got that hot classic look ready to go. Alright, alright, maybe you need to have the perfect bod to really sell the package, but don't worry, the store told me it all comes with the purchase. Just watch. They even recommended me to buy a larger size since you can fill them out as much as you want. All you gotta do is flex a little. Like this! O-oh... fuck... that was quick. L-look dude my arm's blowing up... giant meaty cannons, stretching these sleeves to their limit. Yeah, shoulders and forearms are getting nice and big too. I might have to look into their sleeveless options now, heh? They said the shirts leave loads of room in the front so you have to ugh... remember to fill... them.... out...! F-fuck sorry bro, didn't mean to give you a face full of my pecs, goddamn they're like tits now, look at them jiggle. See, with the white color you really get that sexiness. Skin tight, translucent fabric - unh - brushing against my nipples. Can't forget about the jeans either, giving me a nice big bubble butt. Thighs rubbing up against each other, calves squashed tight, there's barely any room left bro. Shit, I can hardly stand, huhu. A-Ah...? Down there too? Ooo, I can feel my cock throbbing, balls getting s-so heavy... Aw fuck... I think I burst the zipper on these pants, huhu, guess they couldn't handle the beast. Fuck, why do I feel so horny...? Bro, bro you gotta help me, this feels too good. I-I should have read the warning tags. W-wait, where did you get that cap? You weren't supposed to - ugh -find that. Bro, hold on, wait wait, the store said the caps make you more- Ooooooooogh. Nooooooooo... Stoppppphh...

huhuhuhu... look at my tits bro.

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Himbo Dreams

Nick was trying to get some sleep. He had been lying on his bed, clad only in briefs, focusing on the spinning ceiling fan as if trying to lull himself into deep slumber. Nick thought he would finally join a club, go to parties, maybe even fool around with some boys. But college was just lecture after lecture, his overactive imagination already stressing about tomorrow's seminar. Goddamn. He needed to calm his mind, trying to focus on something else - that is, hot jocks.

Tall, beefy, muscular men had popped up in his brain like fleeting mirages. Somehow, Nick had ended up in a college that was a giant in every sport imaginable. From sun-kissed boys in the swimming club, to the brawny brutes of the football club. Of course, he could only watch, not do. Next to the pinnacles of fitness, Nick was just a regular unassuming guy. In a campus full of jocks he was short at 5'5", and though he worked out on occasion, his body didn't show anything impressive. The only interactions he got were accidental shoves from people walking past.

Still, an occasional glance at the hunks in his class or at the soccer team out the window helped get him through the day. He noted how each of the sport teams had their own sexy characteristics:

Down by the pool, the swimmers were lean and tanned to perfection, dripping water highlighted the grooves of their abs, carving straight to their cum gutters; brought out perfectly by tight speedos that left little to the imagination, showing off juicy curves and asses.

Full of testosterone and ego, the quarterbacks were huge. Larger than life in body and demeanor, always rowdy and loud in the field. Drawing attention with their boulder shoulders, accentuated by their shoulder pads; and tight pants that showed their meaty behinds. Unlike the smooth shaven boys in the water, the footballers were hairy and musky, pits and pubes full of sweat that could drive you crazy.

The soccer team were the complete definition of hunks, they loved to strip down on the field, showing their carved torsos in glory; the basketball players were tall and packing heat, black shorts only highlighted their lengthy members, and their stamina on the court wasn't just for show according to some rumors.

Nick could go on and on about every fantasy in his mind, hoping one of the jocks would magically ask him out, allowing him to feel up their bodies. Or even better, if he could be them. To be that muscular and commanding jock, sauntering into a room bulge first, popping his pecs in class, having a flex off with his like-minded bros. Although it was just a pipedream, it permeated his mind over and over, usually ending with him grumbling to himself and sighing deeply.

Out of all the stereotypical jocks, there was one he loved the most, the perfect combination appearing in every sport, and the final hot image in his brain - a frat bro.

Dumb, muscular, horny, hung, himbos, every descriptor activated the right neuron in his brain. These words were on constant repeat in Nick's mind, remembering them as he drifted into horny dreams, carrying those words with a wish. But tonight, someone heard it. And soon enough, static and fuzz crept into Nick's brain, compelling him into deep sleep.

Something whispered from the dark. Granted.

A small hum of energy blew in the air, as the bed began to creak, not from Nick's tossing and turning but from an increase of weight. With a sudden pop, his legs started to rapidly stretch, causing them to hang off the bed. His torso and limbs followed along, elongating in a deep stretch and pop that elicited a groan from the sleeping Nick.

Tall. Basketball player height.

5'5" became 6" that further lengthened into 6'4", leaving him as tall as most of the basketball team. Damn, he might have to duck under some doorways every now and then. The stretch continued, perfectly proportioning his limbs, as his neck and arms grew to fit. Meanwhile, a surge of energy focused on turning his average feet and hands into gargantuan monsters. His size 7 feet became meaty size 16s, toes becoming wider; they would make an audible stomp everywhere he went now, along with an unmistakable sweaty imprint. He remembered his bros complaining about the loud stomping in the frat house. Heh. He couldn't help it, they were just marks of a man. His fingers followed, popping longer and thicker to become meaty digits. They were better suited for gripping dumbbells and protein shakes, rather than any pens or keyboards for class. Not like he used them often. English and Arts? Nah, he was only there for sports, Athletic Science or some shit, with grades at the bare minimum.

Hunk. Toned Soccer Player. Nick's body began to lean out, the frustrating belly fat that had stayed through countless 15 minute core workouts dissolved into rock hard abs. Each individual ab popped into a perfect six-pack, carving and embedding themselves into his core. His waist cinched tight as his cum gutters became visible, allowing any drops of sweat to slide and accentuate his toned and tiny waist.

But it didn't stop there. Muscular. Football team large. A warmth spread up from his feet, which made his calves swell into massive diamond shapes. His thighs piled on muscle after muscle, causing his legs to spread apart, threatening to spill off the bed. A mixture of pain and pleasure washed over Nick. Memories of brutal leg presses and squats injected themselves straight into the fibers of his massive columns. After all, bros never skipped leg day, that was how they got their signature lumbering walk. His once average ass - not wanting to lose the fight - fattened into massive globes that lifted him higher into the air, soaking his sheets with sweat. Nick’s upgraded bubble butt was huge and round, each cheek constantly bouncy and jiggly, especially when riding his frat bros. In response, Nick started gyrating on the bed as new memories flowed into him -nights of being fucked and used - the sensation sending tingles down his spine, as his hole tightened to be used for maximum pleasure. Nick's audible groans became louder as the energy surged through his chest, ballooning into mounds of firm pecs that would show through any shirt he tried on. They swelled out into hefty milkers, his nipples stretching just a little wider, big enough for his bros to play with. His shoulders followed, doubling in width as they grew along with his broad back, connecting with his traps. Giving him that strong structured look. Biceps and triceps exploded with muscle, defined by a juicy vein that ran up from his steel forearms. When flexed, they would tear sleeves to their breaking point, but it didn't matter, his wardrobe was stock full with singlets and tank tops, just like any other bro.

Smooth and hairy in all the right places.

A tingle swept over his entire body, as his old pitiful wisps of leg hair fell out and disappeared into the ether, giving him smooth and soft skin. Instead, all the hair went into his pits and pubes, fluffing them up into musk-filled bushes, hairy and dark. They would peek out in his singlets and jockstraps, enticing everyone to sniff or lick. His hair grew to a messy mop that would be paired with beanies and baseball caps. Dumb and Handsome. With a crack, Nick's face began to rearrange to model status, making him attractive while permanently affixing him with a dopey grin. His nose thickened to breathe in more musk from bushy armpits, sometimes even his own. His lips fattened; sloppy and wet for passionate kisses or blowjobs for his bros. Panting like a dog, his tongue lolled out, wide and long, a pleasure tool on its own. Eyes became clear, removing any need for glasses but also becoming vacant, an open window to the constant horniness and empty thoughts in his head. And the final pop of his enlarged Adam's apple gave him that stereotypical bro cadence. His deep and dull voice had two purposes, dumb moans in the bed and rough grunts in the gym. Hung like a horse. Heavy bull nuts. Groans and pants filled the air with heavy breaths as the warmth spread to his most sensitive area. His cock and balls. Nick's average 5 incher rose to a sizable 9 inches, barely fitting into his white briefs, its uncut head leaking pre everywhere, almost turning the fabric translucent. Still, it kept growing. 10 inches... 11 inches... Harder, thicker, longer, into a fat meaty pole that shot out of his briefs with a satisfying pop, landing with a wet smack on his abs. Now uncontained, his 12 inch monster cock was a weapon of its own, when not being bred, Nick ravaged the bedroom with his footlong size. Thick veins ran up his erect dick, overflowing with cum from his pumped up nuts. His balls had swelled along with his hefty member, dropping from regular to swinging, heavy, animal nuts. Finding underwear would be impossible for the new himbo, remembering his package bursting through buttons and briefs in the past. Luckily, jockstraps could barely contain the beast, and the tight fabric behind settled perfectly in between his cheeks, pulled taut to tease his hole throughout the day. His balls were now cum factories, capable of going endlessly in a night, churning to the brim with frat bro seed. With one final swell and thrust, Nick erupted in a loud grunt, tensing his entire body as his cock quivered with pressure, balls tightening for release. A force in the air blew, and with the gentle gust of wind caressing his cock, he exploded with mind-breaking pleasure. Spurts of cum flew out, almost reaching the ceiling, as Nick bucked his hips in mindless pleasure. Each load caused deep and heavy moans to reverberate on his bedroom walls, his thick and smelly cum landing on every surface. He continued his musky assault on his surroundings, bucking his cock in the air like fucking an invisible hole. After painting the room white in cum, and staining the air with sweat, Nick let out a rich sigh, his sleeping face dumb and exhausted. His wet dreams were fulfilled. In a sudden, it whispered. Wake up.

Nick groaned, his body was on fire. Maybe he shouldn't have pushed himself so hard at yesterday's full body workout, but he knew the pump was well worth it. He stared blankly at the empty ceiling, strange, he could have sworn he had a fan up there. Maybe that's why he was so goddamn sweaty. Nick pulled himself out of bed, making a goofy grin at his still hard cock, twitching and ready for countless rounds. His sheets were always stained with a mixture of sweat and cum, making the room reek with musk. Last night must have been super wild, he'd always get extra wet dreams if he didn't jerk off before bed, but fuck there was even cum on the floor today, though he was unable to remember what the dream was. It didn't matter though, all it took was a second for his doubt to fade away. He'd clean up the mess later, or ask a bro to do it. Heavy footsteps paved their way to the shower, an audible signal of the dumb himbo. His horsecock dripped precum all over the floor, making a light slapping sound against his thunderous thighs. After a quick rinse to get rid of the excess sweat and cum, Nick stared hungrily at his own reflection. His towel draped at just the right angle to reveal his shredded torso and give a peek of his gorgeous v-line.

Fuck, he was hot. His model face and beefy body greeted him in the morning, along with his throbbing monster cock. Nghhh. He groaned, bull balls slapping against the white sink, he almost fucked the countertop in desperation. However, it stopped him, giving three basic words that completed his transformation. Lift. Eat. Fuck. Freshly imprinted into his brain, Nick let out a long guttural moan as the command settled into his every cell. "Huhuhu." A dumb laugh followed, and like a robot, Nick was steered by the hypnotizing call. Fuck it, he would go commando today, He threw on a white tank top and black sweatpants, ones that hugged his body tight for everyone's viewing pleasure; making sure to add a gray beanie and a chain necklace that screamed douchey bro to the world. Taking a quick snap in the elevator, the new Nick cemented himself as a forever dumb, muscular himbo. With another wish granted, it murmured. Good Himbo.

*you've made it to the end! finally wrote a tf story after lurking for so long, gotta start with one of my favorite tropes, the himboooo. but wait! who was that mysterious force? maybe we'll find out one day ^^, or you could find out if you magically wake up as a himbo ;)*