Imagine having your cute subby baby watch porn with you, corrupting whatever sliver of innocence they had left in them and then once you’re done you have them perform what they saw in the video. “Go ahead baby, show mommy what you learned today, okay? Be good for mommy and she’ll give you a treat.” And so they do exactly what they were told and get a reward <33
Ahh, imagine a cute little slut humping you, trying to feel your clothed pussy on their sloppy cunt. “What is it baby girl?” You ask, slipping two fingers inside of their messy hole. “Please..I wanna feel you.” They’ll cry, desperate for some kind of relief. “You’re such a whore, humping me like some wild animal, my slutty little bunny.” So you keep it going until they become a dumb, cum thirsty slut. Finally you take your pants off and rub your clits together. “M mommy..fuck mmm, you feel sso good.” They slur out, drunk off of the feeling of your juices mixing together.
Wish I was smart enough to have an academic rival. Like yeah baby let’s debate all class trying to one up each other then you can fuck me over a desk in the back of the library after it to put me in my place. Pull me into a stairwell after class gets out and shove me up against the wall making sure to tell me how stupid I am, shove your fingers down my throat and tell me I’m too dumb to keep getting compared to you, that I’m just a stupid little whore and all I can think about is your dick filling me up. Offer to help me study but on the one condition that I have to cockwarm you the whole time so you get to watch my brain slowly melt out of my ears the needier and needier I get until I’m not answering the questions anymore I’m just drooling and mindlessly begging for your cock.
I want dumbification but like nice. Like, tell me how proud you are of me when I answer simple questions even when they’re wrong, remind me that I don’t have to think, that I’m your dumb bunny and I have one purpose and that’s to be your sex toy, tell me how much you love seeing just nothing behind my eyes or watching me think harder then I should when asked something, tell me that I’m a good boy, tell me I’m pretty when I’m not thinking
The Jock Flight is a special set of drinks. Each one gives a different taste of jock life whether it be gym rat, sports bro, douchebag brah, smart jock, himbo jock… variations and combinations are endless based on which drinks you combine. For the few that know about it it is fairly popular since the effects are temporary and only roughly last the night. So no matter the effects or in some cases extreme personality changes there are no long term consequences. That is, unless you come back for more. In which case the changes are amplified- and permanent.
So here Nate was. The effects of last nights drinks haven’t worn off yet- he’s still enjoying the jock body and cocky persona he achieved yesterday- a mixture of gym bro next door, smart jock, and metrosexual bro finesse. It felt amazing, and he didn’t want it to end.
Double checking the notes on his phone, he chose the new flight in front of him carefully. The cup on the left is fitness bro- bound to give him a little more lean mass and charisma for a life as an influencer. The middle glass is salty clear serving of himbro sex appeal. It was the surest way to solidify him as a hung cocky wet dream. Sure it would take a huge hit to his IQ, but that’s what the last cup was for, a pure cup of bro intellect- a cocktail weighted for politics, finance, and sports since he was a jock after all. He doubted the glass of smarts at the end would be enough to counter the previous two but he figured that was going to be ok. He was still too pumped up on reckless confidence to worry about it- or consider that the smarts glass at the end might be better off taken up front, before the mindless himbo sex drive takes over. But he’ll be too intoxicated on the flight to care. So bottoms up Nate.
Let me know if there is a flight you’d like to try.
I’d certainly love experimenting with these drinks! I’d probably quickly lose control and drink too many of them
Spider-man had no idea what he was up against. They called him “The Jockie”, Brooklyn’s newest villain on the streets. Peter had been advised to just ‘leave it to the Avengers’. He wasn’t ‘ready to deal with this level of crime’. But when Peter stumbled upon The Jockie’s den, he couldn’t help but sneak in.
Peter was no match for The Jockie. The mastermind and his goons ambushed Peter as soon as he stepped foot in their lair. Before Peter knew it, The Jockie had shot a small green dart into his left thigh, causing Peter to cry out in shock.
Heat spread across Peter’s leg, covering his entire thigh and calve muscles. The heat caused the muscles to pulse, his entire leg grew thicker and heavier. The pulsating spread all over the young superhero’s body until his new muscles strained against his superhero suit.
Peter struggled and thrashed until his hulking stature broke free from The Jockie’s goons’ tight grip.
“NO!” Peter stumbled, struggling to adjust to the size of his new body. His voice was now low and dull. He caught a glimpse of the new him… the jocked version of him… in the reflection of a metal gas canister. “PETER MUSCLES LOOK SO BIG! PETE… PRETER… P- PRESTON… PRESTON LOOK SO DUMB! HE LOOK SO HORNY!”
Reality shifted around the superhero as his IQ rapidly dropped to a shockingly low 70. Gas containers turned into workout machines. Guns shifted into dumbbells. Beer cans warped into protein shakes.
Preston now found himself at the gym. He looked around in confusion. The gym? He looked down at his massive body. Of course he was at the gym. Why wouldn’t he have been? He spent every waking second of his life here. Lifting weights. Flexing his biceps in the mirrors. Letting out rank protein farts. It was home. Preston’s home. It’s the only place he belonged. He wasn’t smart enough to contribute anything of actual value to society. He couldn’t be a superhero like the ones he’d seen on TV, especially not that spider one. What was his name? Ah, doesn’t matter anymore. What matters is getting swole bro!
The Jockie can’t wait to see how the Avengers will react to the new Peter, or should I say, Preston. But more importantly, he can’t wait to see which of the Avengers will join Preston on their journey into jockdom…
Fuck, my ass reeks! And my armpits too. God, even when i put my arms down, you can still see sweaty hair sticking out. This is fucking hell! That bitch Stacy did this. All because I didn’t want to label myself as a ‘feminist’. “Not all men are pigs” I told her. “Some can be quite nice.” She scowled at me and said “Well Hannah, if you love men so much, why don’t you just join them?”.
Now I’m some big smelly man! I hate this. My balls are always so itchy, I can’t stop tugging them through my sweatpants in public. I cant stop breathing through my mouth. I feel like a hairy ape. And this thing… in my pants. It’s monstrous.
God, i need to adjust down there. Look at this thing. It’s constantly sticking up. And it’s huge! All the girls drool at it’s imprint as I walk down the streets. I feel the need to just… stick it in something. Fuck… it feels so good when I touch it. What if I just give it a tug. Fuck. My cock. It’s not bad to just… keep rubbing it… right?
No! What am I doing?! I’m a girl. I shouldn’t have a big thick cock. I shouldn’t be thinking this way. I shouldn’t be this gross hulking ape! I’m a petite feminine girl. Think. I just need to think… god, all I can think about is my dick. It feels so good, bro.
What the hell was that? My phone? Why doesn’t my phone have a pink cover anymore? Did I always have this black one? How do I use this again? Oh yeah, that’s how it works. Dude, sometimes i can be so fuckin dumb. A text from… Stacy?
“You got what you deserved, pig!” it read.
Pig? Huh, i’m not a pig. Am I? I don’t think so… that would be pretty funny though bro. *playfully snorts*. I mean, i do smell like a pig, but who has time for showers?
No! What’s happening? I’m a smart girl! Get yourself together Hannah…ter… Hannter… Hu… Hunter. What is going on with me tonight, bro? Thinkin i’m smart and shit.
Fuck bro, look at the little man. He’s ready to cum inside some chick, get her pregnant. These smelly balls down here will guarantee that. I call him my little man, but there’s nothin little bout him. God, feels so good to touch…. wait… this isn’t me. I’m not…. fuck… these pecs… these biceps… this cock…
Fuck, my phone is blowing up. Who are all these girls texting me? This one sent me a photo… WOAH. THOSE TITS. GOD… I just wanna… fuck… so big and bouncy. I’m not… i’m not into girls… but… GOD THEY’RE JUST SO BREEDABLE.
And FUCK my homescreen! Don’t remember having some big titted blonde bitch as my screensaver. God, who are all these women following me on Instagram?
Fuck… they’re all so hot. God my dick is getting so hard. I wanna put my cock inside of them. That bitch would drop to her knees the second she saw these guns. Fuck need to flex. God look at me. I’M A GOD. I NEED TO SPREAD MY SEED. I NEED TO… IMPREGNATE.
OH FUCK. IM CUMMING. IM CUMMING.
FUCK
God, i’m still so horny bro.
Gonna make my way over to Stacy’s house. She won’t be able to resist this dick. She likes to pretend she’s above nature. Above her biological purpose. But I know when she sees me, her panties will be soaked.
And plus, one of the bros said she’s ovulating. Gotta get in there while I can, right?
There is all sorts of love for dumb bunny bottoms, but stupid, horny little tops who just can’t think of anything but burying themselves deep inside of you deserve affection as well.
It’s okay, baby. Not all tops need to think. Just keep on moving your hips and focus on the feeling of me taking all of you in. Just like that. Oh, it feels so good doesn’t it? Your eyes are so hazy and you’re drooling so much that I wonder if you can even understand what I’m saying, sweet, dumb little thing. You’re getting so sloppy, darling. It’s okay, I know it’s hard for you to focus when it feels so good. Here, I’ll wrap my legs around you and help you remember what to do. Just like that. What’s that? Are you trying to say you’re coming again? You can’t even form a complete sentence, you’re so pathetically adorable. Go ahead, cum inside. I know you just can’t help yourself.
Going cage shopping with you at the pet store. The staff asking what breed for, what’s the size, what’s the weight. But really it’s for you, isn’t it? Go on then, tell the nice staff that it’s for you while you cling and squeeze my hand.
I miss getting inbox messages from strangers with spirals and trances and people taking their chance to entrance and capture stupid little sluts on tumblr.
I miss getting inbox messages from strangers with horny thoughts and horny promises, talking out beautiful fantasies with each other as we touched ourselves.
I miss sharing my toy with people to fuck my brain up good as they feed me thoughts
If you are a willing slut to the Patriarchy, you should be posting and sharing pictures of yourself doing slutty and degrading things. The whole mindset of “I don’t want someone saving the pictures” is a bunch of bullshit. It’s no different than someone seeing you being a slut out at a bar or club a taking pictures of it, or pulling out a cellphone to record you as you gag on a cock. So stop thinking this way, you honestly shouldn’t be thinking in the first fucking place. Not to mention you should be doing it just because you know men want it, so do your part, expose yourself like the proper cunt you are so Men can objectify you.
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