Brock heard his Coach say Flex. Without thinking, he dropped the dumbbells he was using and started to flex. A wave of pleasure shot through his body as his cock started to harden. Brock’s Coach smiled knowing how much of a dumb mindfucked jock toy Brock was becoming.
When Mike entered the gym he saw this absolute hunk of a man, a giant piece of muscle, standing next to the bench, looking straigth at the weights.
The hunk looked a bit weird, but Mike ignored it and started his workout.
After he finished the session he looked towards the bench, and the muscle bro was now crouching, still looking at the weights on the bar.
He watched for a minute and got actually concerned. This didn't seem right.
When he got closer he realized the man was murmuring something to himself.
get into the grindset
you're here to lift
only lifting matters
gotta lift weights
gotta lift more
gotta smash PBs
Mike became really confused. And concerned for the man.
"Hey dude, you're okay?" he put his hand on the hunk's shoulder.
And his brain stopped.
He slowly turned his head towards the weights and got into the same position as the other man.
Then he started talking. To get himself into The Grindset.
get into the grindset
His feet and shoes grew larger.
you're here to lift
His legs got thicker and longer, now the size of tree trunks.
only lifting matters
His stomach muscles got bigger and hardened, his core now able to sustain immense force.
gotta lift weights
His chest expanded massively, his pecs now giant slabs of muscle.
gotta lift more
His biceps and shoulders grew, now the size of footballs, his arms able to smash absolutely everything.
gotta smash PBs
you're a gym bro
you're a lifter
you're a muscle machine
go and lift, bruh
And with that Meathead and his best bro Brute stood up and started their daily lifting sesh, their minds filled only with thoughts of lifting weights and their meaty, muscular bodies expanding even more.
“You'll be you, more or less, but without thought or hesitation. You'll do depraved, debauched, horrible things for and with me. Sink into total depravity.”
Being a toy means you're useful. Toys are meant to be played with, enjoyed, treasured, used. You are cared for and then put away until the next time you are needed. A toy is someone's favorite thing. They can't wait to play with their toy. Doesn't being a toy sound so much better than being a person?
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