Cum For Brains

Cum For Brains

"Thinking....hard...." You whined, your head felt so heavy and every time you moved your head it was as if your brain was sloshing around inside. Your thoughts felt so heavy, like jello.

"I'm sure it is cutie." The guy you had met at the bar and invited back to your place smirked, sitting on the couch. You could still see his cock dripping cum onto the floor. You couldn't look away from it no matter how hard you tried. "Why hard....." You whined. Your eyes glued to a drop of cum as it pooled on the tip. You stared at it, watching as it caught the light, curling around the edge. It bubbled up swelling before falling to the floor. As it fell your head dropped down, eyes following it as it splashed into a puddle on the floor. Your jaw went slack, drool dripping into it's own puddle at your feet. Your hips shook as you came trembling, not reacting to the sensations.

"That's cause you have cum for brains." He smirked and gave his dick a single, long stroke. Cum flowed from the tip dropping down into the puddle.

"Cum brains...." You giggled falling further onto the floor. The thoughts in your head couldn't focus on anything but the word cum. It felt so good in your head. Like your whole head was full of white sticky cum. Sloshing around. Swirling up any other thoughts and replacing them with cum.

"That's right. Each time you see my cum drip onto the floor you find that your thoughts go with it. Dropping into a pool full of nice sticky cum. Turning you into a nice, sticky, cummy mess."

You watched a large bead build up. You panted, eyes fixed intently on it. You could feel all of your thoughts pooling up in your head, it felt so heavy, so full. You watched the drop starts to slip off of the head of his cock, hanging low, dangling by a thread. Your thoughts ready to snap out of your head as soon as it broke. You couldn't fight the urge as your hips began to tremble.

The strand snapped, the drop falling. You could see yourself in it as it fell, all of your thoughts drifting out of your empty head. Your eyelids hung low, snapping closed as it hit the puddle. You fell to the ground, your body trembling as you came shaking. Your mind broke, a fresh batch of cum pouring into it pushing everything else away, all thoughts, all feelings. Just cum. That was all there was in your head. Cum for brains.

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Hope you all enjoyed that. There won't be a poll for this week as I'm super slammed next week, but don't worry, I'm gonna type up a second cum brained prompt for you all for then. Next week I'll slap up another poll though. Thanks as always for reading!

Bull

(Original story posted August 10th 2021) Minor Edits and Corrections!

Eric couldn’t help but stare as he watched a huge hairy bear of a man pass by him. All his life he’d wanted to look like that. Big and manly with impressive muscles and body hair from head to toe. Yet he felt like he was cursed to look like a skinny twink. It’s not that he thought he wasn’t good looking or anything. He pulled off the boyish twink look incredibly well and had been hit on by tons of other gay men in the past. But despite that something just never felt right. Like deep down he couldn’t help feeling as though this wasn’t who he was.

He sighed, watching the bearish brute strode away. He then looked down at his own smooth and skinny form. Eric hung his head in silence for a moment, looking down into the lake he was sitting beside. “Maybe one day...” Eric mumbled to himself while kicking his feet in the water slightly. He’d tried for years to get bigger by going to the gym and eating better but his body hardly ever changed not to mention he hadn’t ever been to grow body hair to save his life. Who was he kidding? He was never gonna look like that guy.

Once he’d finished mopping around, Eric got up and headed into the public restroom to relieve himself. It was a single person restroom so he was able to lock it from the outside door.

Once he’d finished up and washed his hands, Eric was about to leave when he noticed something he hadn’t seen when he walked in. On the back of the exit door to the restroom hung a red speedo. Eric could’ve sworn it wasn’t there when he’d locked the door earlier and yet there it was now. Out of curiosity he grabbed the speedo to take a look.

Upon closer examination, he realised that the speedo felt slightly damp, like someone had been sweating in them. He pulled the speedo up to his nose and was greeted by a powerful musky smell that only a real man could produce. a scent so strong and potent it could hypnotise even the straightest of men.

Despite the desire to dig his nose back into the fabric, Eric found himself mesmerised by the letters on the crotch area of the speedo that spelled out the word “BULL” the word repeated over and over in his mind as the speedo got a grip on him. Before he knew it, Eric found himself pulling the speedo over his head in a way that allowed the crotch to engulf his nose before starting to remove his clothes. Kicking off his shoes and socks, throwing off his t-shirt and pulling down his shorts and underwear all while hugging on the overpowering smell. Then once he was nude, as if on auto pilot, Eric reluctantly pulled the Speedo away from his face and yanked on as fast as he could. Quickly securing it around his crotch and backside even if it was a tad bit loose.

Suddenly, Eric’s body began to heat up. Slowly but surely he started to grow larger. His legs bulked up into thick trunks as his feet grew sizes upon sizes bigger. His chest and abdomen grew larger and thicker as strong abs and pecs began to take form. His shoulders blew-up into thick masses as his biceps and triceps started to bulge with newfound power while his hands grew larger and fatter. The speedo began to fit Eric perfectly as his ass grew thick and juicy with muscle. On the other hand his cock extended from a 5 inch hard to a 9 inch, becoming thicker and thicker while his balls grew fatter and fuller.

As Eric’s face began to slightly reshape itself, his hair receded into a much shorter cut. This was swiftly followed by a mass of body hair beginning to grow across his body leaving him with hairy buff legs, hairy forearms, a furry stomach and a beautiful pelt of hair spread across his chest. Eric also gained a larger bush above his cock while his plump butt gained a generous layer of hair. Last but certainly not least, Eric’s face started to itch as hair began to poke through forming stubble which swiftly grew into a beard. One that swiftly grew thicker and thicker until he looked like the perfect hairy muscle daddy.

Eric slowly came out of whatever trance he was in, looking down at his new and improved body before letting out a scream that now sounded more like a deep roar with his new voice. Eric was in total shock but despite that he couldn’t help but feel extremely horny as he looked into the mirror above the sink to see what looked to still be himself but transformed into the complete daddy he’d always wished he was.

He wasted no time feeling up every inch of his new body before whipping out his new massive cock that had been straining the speedo. Eric wrapped a large hand around his thick new daddy dick and began pumping it enthusiastically. Moaning in a deep baritone as he did. “Oh fuuuuuuck yeeah I’m such a fuuckin daddy hunk!” He proclaimed to himself while rubbing his chest hair before he flexed his free arm in the mirror. “Ooooooh yeeeeaaahh FUCK!!” He gripped his dick harder as he jerked off furiously, feeling the intense pleasure build up. “I’m such a fucking DADDY!” He roared! “I’m such a… FU-FUCKING… **BULL!**” And with that final word a fountain of cum came rushing from Eric’s cock. Splattering the mirror and himself with ridiculous amounts of it as he drained his new bull balls completely.

Eric must’ve spent at least another 20 minutes locked in the restroom checking himself out before he finally decided to head out. As he stood at the shore of the lake, only in the speedo after leaving his old clothes behind, he couldn’t help but feel happy knowing that he now had that body that he felt comfortable in.

‘Hope whoever goes into that restroom next doesn’t mind the mess I left in there’ Eric thought to himself with a small chuckle.

So many hairy guys out there now, makes me wish was a hairy muscled dude or however hairy and what kinda guy even race change you like to make me please give you free range? love your stories too!

After months of gawking at his photos, you finally strike up the courage to send him a message. You had fantasized about what his massive hairy body would be like in person. His thick beard, his shaved head, his cock. He'd probably never reply, but seeing him on the app and knowing he was only a quarter mile away was making you so horny.

"You probably won't answer, but someday, I just want to know what it feels like to be you, or be *with* you!"

You keep scrolling. No way would an alpha bull like him pay any attention to a little, chubby awkward guy like myself. Then you see the notification.

"Come on over and I'll show you" followed by a photo.

"Shit!" You almost blow your load right then and there just thinking about it. Then he sends his address and another message, "I'm waiting."

You've never been with a guy this huge before. What would that be like? Was he just messing with you? Was this serious? Could you trust him? The more you look at his picture, the most alluring he becomes. He knows what he is doing. You want to be fucked by him more than anything.

"On my way," you reply. You drop everything you're doing and jump in the car. If you think too much about it, you'll turn back. You want this. You need this. You walk up to the front door and ring the doorbell. You feel like your whole life is about to change ... and it is.

The door opens and he's towering over you already. "Get inside. No names. Follow my orders exactly." You step through the door and look around his house. You inhale a musty, manly scent, a mix of sweat and testosterone. He closes and deadbolts the door behind you.

"Stand over here," he says as he firmly pushes your back and shoulder with his strong hands. "Stand here. Strip." He goes over and sits in a chair to watch. You fumble with your shirt buttons. "Look at me," he says calmly. You look up. His cock is about to burst out of its skimpy jock strap. You maintain eye contact and continue to strip. Every piece of clothing his eyes glance over comes off, including your boxer briefs.

"Good." He says directly. Then he pats his inner thigh and nods to you. You know what this means. He wants you to suck his cock. You walk over, still locking eyes with him, and kneel between his hairy legs. All you can see is his cock but before you go in he forces your head deep into his crotch. You inhale deeply of his scent and are overwhelmed. Your tongue and mouth get to work -- trying to soak up as much of this man's alpha cock as possible.

You hear a faint buzzing and tingling sensation. With one hand he is pinning you to his legs and with the other he's shaving your head. You taste some salty precum. He drops the shaver and rubs your now bald head. Without speaking, he pushes you away, stands up and grabs you by the waist. You are powerless to resist and fall on all fours. He mounts you from behind and thrusts deep inside your ass. You moan in pain. He's so much bigger than anyone you've been fucked by.

His heavy breaths warm your back and neck. You relax and he keeps breeding you. You feel his hot cum bursting inside you and its warmth seems to spread throughout your entire body. With every thrust, your whole body flexes over and over as he breeds you. When he stops, your orgasm continues. You fall to the floor as muscles pulsate. Your hands and feet expand. Your chest bulges out. Dark hair spreads over your arms, legs, back, and chest. He lifts you up and forces you into a chair. Your body is still writhing and flexing involuntarily.

He straddles you and with his left hand jerks you off. Cum shoots everywhere. With his right hand, he pierces your ear with metal ring. Then puts a ring in one of your nipples.

"Good," he whispers. "You're a bull now. But your not an alpha yet."

He stands up and you are speechless. You look down at your massive body. It's not as big as his yet, but it's twice the size of when you walked in the door. He starts wiping down your body with a towel to clean up the cum and sweat. "Alphas aren't made. They are grown," he says. "Where you go from here is up to you. You're free."

He hands me a pair of sweatpants, knowing that my old clothes won't fit me anymore. I walk back to my car, confused and transformed.

Will I become the alpha bull he saw in me? Or the alpha bull I see in myself? Only time will tell.

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