Dumbing Down

Dumbing Down

Carter was the smartest guy on campus. He excelled in all of his classes and maintained straight A's. It seemed like he was set to graduate top of our class, and now he was starting to get into weightlifting as well. Initially, he noticed his gains were huge, and people became incredibly envious, wondering how he could balance school and lifting. His bros cheered him on as he got bigger and bigger, and he continued to strive to grow. Little did he know, his exponential muscular growth came at the cost of his brainpower. With every rep and every set, Kyle's intelligence began to diminish.

At first, he found himself getting behind in class but simply thought it was the material getting harder. With his muscles growing larger by the day, he found himself lagging in class more and more. Back at the gym, Carter continued working out, slightly suspicious of his declining mental prowess. In the locker room, a small debate would start around which was better among brains and brawn. Carter would try to argue for both, thinking that it was the most logical answer. The response to his argument was resounding, and would stick with him:

“Who needs brains anyways?”

With his muscles continuing to grow, it would become a chore for him to think. Soon, he had to get others to do his homework for him. It was here that he noticed something interesting; nerds will do your work if you're huge enough.

The pursuit of gains replaced the pursuit of knowledge, and as Carter's muscles grew, so did his insatiable appetite. He found himself constantly in a state of horniness, his thoughts consumed by sexual fantasies. Everyone on campus became a new conquest, and he would rampage around campus, his dick taking over his thoughts. People threw themselves on Carter, and he basked in the sexual attention, each load dumbing him down further. It was better for him not to think, for there would be legions of people willing to do the thinking for him. He was the alpha, and that's all he needed to be.

Carter was now unrecognizable. He had completely ditched classes, making his nerd/cumslut do all the work for him. Months of working out would cause him to become the biggest guy on campus, and people lined up for a chance to be fucked by him. He could now only think of sex; he had become a being of pure pleasure. All that Carter needed, his muscles and dick would provide. There was no more need for brains, and he reveled in the joys that not thinking brought him. His new life had begun, and he was ready to embrace it with open arms.

tomblyth: Snowboy

Andy Tadzio 🇩🇪

A Stolen Singlet

You had never done anything like this before! You had always dreamed of this, but never had the courage to go through with it. This was exciting! You told everyone in the robotics lab that you needed to head home early to get ahead on your AP Calculus homework. That was a lie. You grabbed your backpack and began heading in the general direction of the exit, but you had no intention of leaving. Instead, you turned down the adjacent hallway and headed straight for the locker room. The wrestling team had just finished practice and had headed out for the day. You knew that they were gone because their deep voices resonated through the hall as they walked past the lab just a few minutes prior.

Once you reached the locker room, you breathed in the humid air: it was a mix of steam from the showers and musk. You scanned through the cubbies and found what you were hoping to find: one of the wrestlers had left their singlet.

Those dumb oafs always forgot their bags and stuff in class, so you had figured that maybe they would forget something else in the locker room, and wow you were excited at the gift they left behind for you. Picking the white fabric up, your hand instantly became damp. Damn, whoever just wore this really worked up a sweat. Lifting it to your nose, you took a deep inhale. The stench of body odor and sweat filled your senses. It was intoxicating. Your measly member began twitching at the pure manliness that was engulfing you. You contentedly unzipped your bag and placed the smelly singlet inside.

Your walk home felt like forever, but in reality was short, as you were almost running because you were so impatient for what came next. Entering your home, you beelined for your bedroom. Closing the door behind you and locking it, you ripped the still-damp singlet out of your backpack. Lifting it once again to your nose, the sweet stench was pure ecstasy. Your dick began to swell again, but instead of fighting it, you began to rub it. God, it smelled so good.

You couldn't wait to try it on.

Wild with lust, you dropped the singlet to your feet and began unclothing, nearly tripping over yourself as you lifted your hairless chicken legs through the pant legs. In an orgasmic frenzy, you ripped your shirt off, exposing your pasty, gangly torso. Finally, you reached your underpants, throwing them aside and letting your painfully erect cock bob in the open air. Lifting your legs and placing them through the singlet, you began to place the fabric over your body. It was massive. You could fit both of your legs through one pant hole, and the shoulder straps didn't hold it up, as your thin back wasn't wide enough to catch them. It didn't matter. It smelled so good. You reached around the front and found your dick and began stroking it.

The sweat imbued in the singlet began to change you. Your dick, as you rubbed, it began to thicken, growing girthier and longer, dark hair swirling over top. Your small hand stroking your new massive dick began to thicken and stretch. Each finger cracking and popping and becoming stout sausages on your hands. Your forearms tensed as they grew thick and veiny. Your biceps were pumped with both fat and muscle, growing strong and forcing your shoulders apart to accommodate the extra mass. Your armpits became forests of hair, producing the same sweet stench and sweat in the singlet that intoxicated you. Your back cracked and widened allowing the shoulder straps to hold firmly. Massive pecs pushed their way from your chest, becoming enormous mounds and forming a crevice, straining the front of the singlet, as your nipples hardened and became even more sensitive, the contact with the singlet driving your lust further. Your stomach tightened with washboard abs, only to soften as you filled out the singlet. Still jerking off through the singlet, you felt your thighs explode with muscle, squeezing your dick, and sending you further into your frenzy. Your ass swelled into two globes, the same dark hair swirling its way from your dick and covering your massive ass in hair. Your calves grew as your pace quickened. Your feet grew to size 15s. Each toe cracked and popped as your feet splayed across the floor to support your massive frame. Your feet reeked! Of course, they did, you just got back from practice.

Oh god… you were so close…

With a deep bellow, you came into your singlet. Bringing your hand to the wet spot at the front, you scooped a bit of the salty liquid and brought it to your mouth. Sucking on your finger, you moaned at the taste of your own sweat, funk, and spunk. No wonder why all of those freshmen on the team loved the taste of you. They couldn't get enough of you! You had even caught one of them taking a whiff of your singlet after you got out of the shower after practice today. That didn't bother you, though. He wasn't as big as you, but he was still muscled, hot, and his ass was just right. The glint in his eyes as you dropped the towel told you everything you needed to know. You couldn't wait for tomorrow's practice. Let's just say, it's good to be captain of the wrestling team.

Gustavo Naspolini