imo bros the best himbo isn’t the guy who’s super mega ripped, with insane amounts of definition, it’s the guy who has more meat that brains, with massive muscle tits and biceps the size of pillows
After years of research, you had finally made the first prototype of a DNA Resequencing Injection. With a program that your supervisor Michael crafted, you can input particular genetic features that we desire to alter in the recipient, and essentially restructure their DNA to alter their bodies. Injecting the liquid into a mouse you kept in your lab, you watched as, sure enough, the shape of their tail changed, as did the size of their body and the color of their fur. Putting on your glasses to read through your notes, you could confirm it: your experiment worked! You had finally done it!
With your findings and reports in hand, you sprinted down the hall toward Michael’s office. Bursting in, you shouted that the tests had confirmed your findings: you could alter the DNA of living subjects. Michael sat there with a grin on his face.
“You know what this means, right? Human testing!”
You paused. This was for theoretical purposes. You were only planning to submit your findings to some academic review and get published and go to Switzerland to win a Nobel Prize or some other award or something… but actually putting this into practice and into circulation? That would be premature, immoral, and irresponsible.
You glared at your supervisor, ashamed that he would even consider this. “Michael, I refuse to do any human testing. Who knows the ramifications if this got out? I can’t let you do this.”
Turning your back to your supervisor, you exited his office and slammed the door behind you as you stormed hurriedly back to the lab. Entering, you made a beeline to the desk and started to collect your belongings, ready to head out. You grabbed your papers, your laptop, and your chargers and shoved them into your bag, not caring if they were organized or not. You were furious and just needed to get out of there. As you turned back to the exit, you paused. You strolled back to the cage and stared at the mouse. You sighed loudly. The resequencing really is fascinating how –
STAB
You jolted from the sharp jab in your neck. You twisted around only to see Michael holding a now-empty syringe of the prototype. He looked almost feral, his eyes wide with anticipation of what was about to happen.
“Michael… how could you –“
Your thought was interrupted as an odd feeling began emanating from the injection site. You moaned loudly as a strange wave of pleasure began to overtake you. Your dick shot to attention. Michael’s eyes lit up as your transformation began.
Your body began to heat up as beads of sweat began to form at your temples. Your lab coat began to tighten around your body as you packed on a combination of muscle and fat. Your thighs swelled into hunks of meat as your legs stretched, bringing you to a new height of 6’2”. Your feet grew long and thick to support your new stature. Your arms packed on muscle, becoming strong and firm with strength and masculine energy. Your pecs enlarged, jutting out from your chest, leaving you with sensitive nipples, as your abs pushed their way from your torso one by one until you were left with a defined six-pack. Your hair curled out from your scalp, dropping over your forehead. Your lips plumped, as your face became more chiseled.
Still moaning, you reached limply to Michael for help, only to collapse backward onto the floor. As you plunged, your ass swelled into two enormous globes of fat jutting from behind you, stretching your pants to the limit. You landed on your new cushions, which jiggled from the impact, sending more pleasure through your body, and sending your dick into overdrive. It swelled with each wave of pleasure, pushing harder and harder against your already-tight pants. You began to groan and moan as you felt your orgasm coming. With a final gasp, you shot the biggest load of your life. The pleasure was so intense you blacked out.
You woke up in a strange room that you had never seen before. You were laying in someone else’s bed. Looking down at your body, you didn’t recognize yourself. You were brawny… and in only a pair of underpants.
Before you even had a chance to get up and question what had happened, you saw the door to the bedroom open, and in walked Michael.
“Hey babe, I’m back from work.”
He was shirtless. And although you had never been into men before, there was something attractive about the way that his chest hair perfectly framed his pecs. The way he gazed longingly into your eyes. The way his... no this was wrong. He had done this to you! He had injected you with this... you couldn't remember... but it was his fault that you looked so sexy. You were so sexy... he was so sexy... you both...
He smirked, watching you struggle with your thoughts. You were exactly the kind of man he wanted you to be.
As you struggled to find the words, Michael sped over to you and suddenly kissed you deeply and passionately. All previous thoughts and worries faded from your brain. Nothing else mattered. You began to kiss him back. You let your tongue explore his mouth, and his tongue began to play with yours. He was your sexy nerd scientist husband. He had just won a Nobel Prize for some silly little DNA study. It was all too complicated for you to care about. You were just his himbo arm candy. All you cared about was pleasing him. Michael pulled away from the kiss and threw you onto your back, turning you over and admiring your breedable ass.
He was going to have fun with you, and you were going to have fun with him
I want to be turned into the walking stereotype of a dumb, straight toxic bro
himbo'd
For as long as you can remmber you wanted nothin more than to be a walking stereotype, a gorgeous frat bro one with little to no cares in the orld, life as you lived now was horrible, you envyed those dumb himbo jocks that could only worry about foot ball, fitness and fucking. So you made a wish to the wishmaster.
Soon your mind began to feel lighter, all your worries seemed to vanish, it filled instead with total knowledge of football and how to workout to get the greatest gains, making sure you were damned ripped and ready to play later in the spring, fuck you squeezed your ass in the mirror, it was beautiful, you could have any girl on campus looking like this.
Rock hard you posted a picture hoping you'd get you some pussy tonight, but of course you would bro, you were the big man on campus!
Feeling tight, post Christmas holiday, but also dealing with tennis elbow on my right arm that is limiting what I can do for weight lifting workouts. Plz send good vibes so I heal quickly.
genuine question! do you think boys can be bimboified too? because i know some dumb dumb pretty boys who would look great on their knees and even dumber from so much edging
Oh one hundred percent, yes. There's a huge need for himbos too: the dumb, masculine pretty boy who's in shape, doesn't think too much, and will do basically whatever you tell him to do. Some people are very much attracted to this style of man, and there seems to be a shortage. This is not my thing, so someone else has to take the lead, but it's there to be taken!
I’ve always wanted to be dumb and carefree and not have any worries. I’d always thought there are two paths to that life. A dumb femme theatre twink or huge douchebag frat bro? Any chance that could happen?
Erik was tired of the rat race, his life had become bored a repetitive. He longed for a simple life So one day he discovered a new kind of of cereal that promised to give him the carefree life he always wanted. He ate a bowl before going to bed, the next morning he awoke to a surprise.
His body was changing, reforming, he was becoming a totally new man, some sort of frat bro Twunk. As he read the box he could feel his mind slipping, he was getting dumber. Soon all he could recognize on the box were pictures the words seemed to difficult for his mind to understand. He stood there slack jawed. Suddenly a new wave of pleasure hit him.
His ass ballooned out, his pants no longer fit. he felt tingly all over he was horny. He needed to play with his new ass. He rushed back to his room, which had also changed to fit the new him, every inch had a camera focusing on his bed.
Erik no longer had a care in the world all he had to do was show off his body and play with himself for his millions of subscribers. His libido was so high all he could think about was pleasure. He no longer had to worry about anything. He was a dumb sex obsessed cam slut.
So I decided to post a bit about myself and my goals as to help find likeminded folks and increase my poor self esteem (though I doubt folks would care about a single 22 yr old from rural Australia but I digress): My name’s The Moon (yes thats my actual name) I’m a 22 yr old autistic and live in rural coastal New South Wales. Now I’m a massive dork who mostly keeps to myself cause living in a village an hour away from the nearest city doesnt let me socialise much.
More on my goals and desires, I’ll put it plainly; I aspire to bulk up and make myself into a gay jock/himbo (well thembo, but semantics arent important). Muscle up, get stronger, boost my self confidence, meet likeminded individuals and eventually get a body good enough to maybe compete in men’s physique, but seeing I live in the middle of but-fucking nowhere an hour away from the nearest gyms. I can’t really do that easily so I have to rely on body weight exercises and a pair of cheap shitty dumbbells to do so. Though honestly I do want to leave the sticks, find myself a big bro to help me in my goals. (But I can dream, cant I). Though I’m not just fantasising about all this, I’m actively working to improve my body and mind. I know on my own I will stumble here and there but I know one day my work will pay off and eventually maybe I will find someone who can tolerate me and my weirdness.
Now another little thing about me, I am disabled; diagnosed with ptsd and autism, which yeah it can be shitty but I ultimately want to use my goals to overcome my limitations, because my passion and desire are what motivate me to be better and I want to show that just cause I’m disabled, doesn’t mean I’m worthless. And while this is my main goal; I have other, smaller endeavours aside from all this; get circumcised, get my tongue split, build my body and confidence to a point I feel I can casually go shirtless. Once my body has muscled up a bit, I hope to start roids to further improve, though it’d be a while until that’ll happen. I’ll give pics of me and updates on my progress, so enjoy the show, but like ironically cause I’m not that interesting.