Would It Be Rude To Say I Would Bend You Over And Fuck You Silly?

Would it be rude to say I would bend you over and fuck you silly?

Asking for a friend, who is me.

That would not be rude. In fact, it’s something I’d want

DUMB

I had always been a smart guy. IQ 180, an all As student, summa cum laude graduate, one of the youngest scientists in my faculty.

That is, until I was challenged by one of the jocks from my old school to listen to his favourite song. I had always looked down onto him for his simple taste in music and now he dared me to listen to it without giving in to the beat. ‚You cant judge what you don‘t know, right? That‘d be so stupid!‘, he mocked me when I hesitated, not knowing what I could gain from listening to something else than Mozart or Vivaldi.

I couldn‘t leave this challenge without reply, so I took the bet and listened to that tune of some guy called ‚Timmy Trumpet‘. https://youtu.be/D4m737SW2yc?si=upG5zB5Y_HKoKA9y After just one second I knew I hated this style of music. But I had to keep going to not lose the bet, so I decided to just endure this test.

‚I play my games, you work away the day! You’re blowing up your brains for something smart to say!‘

Yes, that‘s me.

‚But I don’t wanna know it, rather focus on the fun!‘

Yes, that‘s him.

‚So you can go ahead and call me dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb!‘

I‘d definitely do that.

‚Dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb!‘

Did they have to repeat it so often? I just counted 26 times! Well, I think that‘s because the typical audience of that supposed ‚artist‘ can‘t memorise more lyrics than that. But just as I was thinking that, an image of said artist flashed before my eyes, looking at me as if he was swearing revenge for insulting him.

‚But I don’t wanna know it rather focus on the fun! So you can go ahead and call me dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb!‘

34! I caught my feet going with the beat and instantly stopped it. No chance he was winning this bet!

‚Dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb!‘

55! I suddenly felt like I had forgotten something. But I couldn‘t figure out what it was.‘

‚Call me dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb!‘

76! I recognised that strange feeling was connected to a drop. A drop? A drop of what? A drop of temperature? No, it was actually getting rather hot and I felt the urge to pull of my shirt.‘

‚Call me dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb!‘

97! Was it the beat dropping? Hell, yeah! Timmy Trumpet always dropped the beat like a pro! I didn‘t even know what dropping the beat meant, being new to all this, but who cared?

‚Call me dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb!‘

118! I suddenly realised what was dropping, but it was too late. With every ‚dumb‘, my IQ was dropping down! Something told me it had to be… like… half a point per repetition? Damn, that sounded like math… how many ‚dumb’s had there been? Divided by two… damn, this is hard… and subtracted from… and… 121!?! That‘s barely scratching the mark for being highly intelligent! Come on, this has to be a bad joke!

‚I’m just a jerk in the world of the dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb!‘

123. A jerk. One, two, three. Just a jerk. Yeah, these are numbers I can work with. A jerk in the world of the dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb. I couldn‘t stop going along with the lyrics while my old class mate smiled at me like a silly jerk.

‚I’ve got a worth in the world of the dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb!‘

128 ‚dumb’s and my IQ dropped down to 114, only one standard deviance over average. No, I can‘t let him do that to me! I’m special! I have a worth in the world of the smart and educated! I‘ve got inventions to create and discoveries to make!

‚I won’t be the one you want!‘

Right!

‚If you can’t be one with dumb!‘

Oh, damn! I have to be one with dumb! Wait, that doesn‘t even make sense grammatically!‘

‚Cause I’m just a jerk in the world of the dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb!‘

134! Ha! One, three, four! Haha! Did I forget one number? Hahaha! Who cares? I‘m just a jerk!

Suddenly I found myself singing out loud along with the song:

‚I play my games you work away the day! You’re blowing up your brains for something smart to say!‘

Stupid nerds wasting their time with work and learning when there are weights to be lifted, parties to be held, holes to be filled!

‚But I don’t wanna know it rather focus on the fun!‘

They‘re the stupid ones. I‘m the genius, because I don‘t waste time trying to be one!

‚So you can go ahead and call me dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb!

And my jerk bro joined in, both of us jumping and partying like idiots:

‚Dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb! But I don’t wanna know it rather focus on the fun! So you can go ahead and call me dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb!‘

169! Hahaha! 69! So good! I laughed. I didn’t even know why. I just had fun. I didn’t even count anymore. And the beat dropped, and my IQ dropped, all down to 95, and we dropped our shirts and showed off our jock bodies. And while all of it dropped down, Timmy Trumpet bowed down, as an artist having finished another masterpiece.

And I bowed down in front of him, thanking him, laying my drained out IQ points to the ground before him, giving my life to him to never have any goals again than getting swole and partying half naked to his great songs.

‚Call me dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb!‘

And as the song faded, my favourite song from my favourite artist, my thoughts faded into simplicity, my IQ settling at a comfy 85, one standard deviance below average, right before the beginning of a light learning disability. Not that I was interested in complex stuff like that anymore. Or even able to comprehend it. All I knew was that I had reached the jerk spot, that sweet spot right between your everyday stupidity and concerning imbecility, where I was still able to manage my daily routine and training plans, but was assured to get a headache from hard stuff like… doing equations and reading science stuff. So I think I‘ll make sure to stay far away from that shit from now on!

I put the song on repeat to make my IQ click into place and lock it where it was to make sure I‘d never lose that silly happiness and fun a jerk like me enjoyed. And I proudly sang along:

‚Call me dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb!‘

Hey hi! I wanted to confess. I’m really into big burly hairy guys, I want to worship them, I want to massage every inch of their beautiful body, I want to lick it and I want to be like them. But I have a part of me who feels like I can’t do that, that I am neither looking the part nor do I have the right personality. I’m no big horny sub for muscle bear and daddies, I am just a nerd with a fairly reserved attitude. Can you, potentially help me become the man of my fantasies?

Are you sure that's what you really want ? You do see pretty damn repressed, so i guess making you loosen up and let it out wouldn't be bad. But you seem to have a lot of suppressed potential. I'm telling you, once we open the dam there's no stopping the flood, and you might not like what comes out. You sure ? Alright, well, i'm not going to ask you twice.

I snap my fingers and in one instant, your entire body blows up with meat. You stumble backwards as you're suddenly hit with your new mass. Every inch of your body now sports mighty muscles and a thick layer of fat. Your arms and legs enlarging into thick, powerful limbs. Your nonexistent pecs ballooning outwards into masculine tits. And most shocking, your formerly flat stomach bloating up into a robust gut.

You feel the instant need to free yourself from your tightening clothes and expose your thick, virile body for the entire world to witness. You grab the collar of your shirt and easily rip the entire garment apart, releasing your bulging muscles outwards (click to see the result).

With it, something else emancipates inside you. That doesn't feel like the meek, repressed you right ? Well, all that insecurity, it's gotta go somewhere right.

You feel the dam of your anxiety breaking and letting loose all your suppressed anger, dominance and sexual aggression. All these emotions that had been bottled up inside of you for your entire life come crashing into your psyche like a flood of toxic masculinity.

The meek, fragile shell of a "man" that you were. That was never you. That was who society conditioned you to be in order to not be perceived as a threat. Well you were sick of it. Sick of being a neutered wimp. Now you were going to embrace all that society told you was wrong about who you always wanted to be. A real man.

The final changes set in. Fat covered your maturing face. Where smooth skin used to be grew a thick, dense beard. Your jaw cracked and widened, your nose grew bigger, and your brow bone protruded. You feel a sudden freshness on your scalp as all your hair falls down except for a thin strip along the top of your head, giving you mohawk crop matching your new personality.

You skin tingles as hair sprouts all over your once hairless body. Your entire body chemistry gets rewritten and you start sweating a constant stream of sweat that won't ever stop, no matter the amount of exercise you do. You start emitting a thick, manly musk. One that you'll cary with you no matter how many times you shower. You feel a deep rumble in your stomach and without hesitating you let out a loud, obnoxious burp. With it, your stomach inflates once more, this time into the round belly of a muscle bear.

Damn, you even got the bear smirk down already. The attitude adjustment did wonders on you. How do you feel big boy ?

Hey, don't give me that dirty look. You did say you wanted to "become the man of your fantasies". Wish granted bro ! You're now a big burly muscle bear. Well, you're more of a bull now, one who loves to dominate and be worshiped by eager men. One with a girthy dick and bull balls full of manly seed that needed to be drained.

Your love for everything masculine is now all encompassing. You want none of that lefty pansy crap. What you like is pure testosterone. You're now a proud androphile. Muscles. Hair. Musk. Confidence. Pride. Those were the only things that you glorified.

You're now so dominant that you'll grab any man you see to shove them against your meaty muscles. Make them worship you !

hum .... wow, i didn't mean it had to be me ! Back up ! H-

"Be a good boy and start worshiping, pup"

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