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I love to see it

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Frat Daze 🏃🏻‍♂️

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When you finally find another Republican voting, non-woke, country guy who actually loves the US of A!

*And hates rap music haha

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Fuck yeah!

Never suck a black dick

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Alpha Gym Stud! Not afraid to vote monkeys out of office!!

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Crying rn cuz I'm seeings posts of chubby women saying they are loved by gym bros and I know I'll never be loved by a gym bro because I refuse to go to the gym in my area because my former classmates go there and I don't want to see them >:(

Gym Bro

'ey bruh, you wanna join me in he gym, dude? we're gonna do arms today bro, the best day huhuhuhuh

like what you see brah? ya get these guns in the gym bro, come on dude

huhuhuhuh, dawg, i've no fuckin' clue what you're saying bro

what investigation bro?

nah, dude, nice one bro, am a PT at Steelworks Gym dude, always have been

what? uhhh, yeah bruh, got some gear in the duffel, but ya know bro, a dude's gonna reek after a good liftin' bro

nah man, you must've, like, some shit mixed up bro, cause I ain't that dude you're talkin' bout bruh

huhuhuhuhuh dawg, now you're just makin' shit up dude

bro... yer kinda freaking me out dude... like, who's that agent dude you're talkin' bout bro?

ehm, dude, you're, like, super tense or something, like, maybe ya wanna talk to the Owner bro? he's like a great dude, you, like, relax when you talk with him and he even---

'ey, bro, i got this, like, sick Under Armour muscle tee, as part of my, ya know, sponsorship deal

nah bro, we were, like, talking bout the gym dude, and I'm like, dude, you gotta get some of they new UA gear, they will be sellin' it next month bro, but i can get ya some earlier

huhuhuhuh, you're a funny bro, dude, when we come to the gym, i'll talk to the Owner and get ya some discounts or shit for yer new gym membership bro

yeah bruh, you gotta join my gym bro, we gotta be gym bros together bro, the Owner will be real happy i'm getting new bros to the gym, i'm tellin' ya

hell yeah dude, come on bro

gotta get ya to the Owner dawg, he'll take care of ya

A Workout Break

trav stretched his arms as he took a quick break in the middle of his workout. he was doing arms and chest, and trav was feelin' the pump--

Trevor blinked a few tines and turned around. Why the hell was he in a gym?! How did he get there? He was just... at this point Trevor realized he didn't remember anything from before. He has no idea what was happening and didn't know what was going on.

Then Trevor looked at his arms - they were huge! His jaw dropped as he saw his biceps the size of footballs. That is not his body! He then looked down - his chest was massive, his shoulders broad, his legs thick and meaty. And god, he was packing under his compression shorts. This was not him - Trevor was a rather skinny guy, not a muscular behemoth.

Suddenly Trevor felt that he remembered something - a memory that began surfacing in his mind. He was standing somewhere, some room... a classroom maybe, he couldn't say. He was there, standing, and there were some other guys there, and they were... like, athletes maybe... or gym bros, yeah, something like that. Yeah, they were standing around him, looking down at him. And they were giving something to him? Something to eat maybe... no, it was... it was a shirt, and they... forced Trevor to smell it?

Suddenly another giant of a gym bro, wearing a damp muscle shirt, came up to him. "ey trav bruh, you looking pumped dude, huhuhuh" he let out a dumb chuckle. Trevor was just about to answer, saying that he isn't what this guy was thinking he was when the smell of the gym bro's sweat entered Trevor's nostrils. The musky, salty smell was intoxicating and--

trav laughed and flexed his biceps "ya like what ya see bruh?" he asked, then kissed his biceps and sniffed his armpmits. "shit burh, i reek dude" they then both chuckled. jay leaned in and put his nose in trav's pits "duuuuuude, yer smellin' like a real man, pumpin' iron 24/7 dude, ain't that right bro" "fuck yeah it is" trav said as he pushed jay's face into his sweaty pits. after a moment jay stood up and said "ya rested enough bro?" to which trev responded "hell yeah, let's fuckin' go" he then groped and scratched his package bulging under his nike shorts and got back to liftin'

This Is How You Recruit Gym Bros

Drake stood in front of one of many mirrors in the gym lobby and took out his phone. Then he flexed his pumped arm and got a few pictures for Instagram. As he did the Gym Owner walked up to him.

"How was the day, Drake?" he asked as he put his hand on Drake's shoulder. The gym bro grinned and did a double biceps pose, showing off his muscles to his own-- his employer.

"Good, boss." He replied in his usual dumb and low voice. "Had three clients, got sick pump on huge guns" He then flexed his arms again, showing off his biceps to the Owner.

Owner walked up to Drake and squeezed these pumped biceps.

"That's good, you're a great asset." He inhaled the gym bro's sweaty scent and saw as Drake grinned and began laughing like the dumb jock he was.

"Yes, boss" Drake drawled, his eyes unfocused, his mouth slightly open and drool starting to leak from it.

Only two weeks earlier Drake was David. A scrawny college student, whom the Owner attracted to his new gym with a heavily discounted monthly pass. He also showered him with free workout gear, as well as a jersey, a few chains and caps.

For David it was just a way of building brand loyalty or some similar bullshit, but for the Owner it was something more. The desired effects became apparent very quickly. As David continued wearing the gear he got, his mental capacity quickly deteriorated. His speech patterns became very basic and full of jock speak, he stopped attending classes and instead started spending hours and hours in the gym.

Barely a week has passed and David was now a muscular jock. The Owner decided that was the moment to act.

"Hey, man, I've seen you around the gym a lot recently."

"Huhuhuh, yeah bruh" David responded and scratched his crotch.

"What would you say if I would propose you work for me as a Personal Trainer? I need guys like you here."

"Uhhhh, bruh... I guess, like I dunno dude, uuuuhh..."

"Great!" Owner took David and guided him to his office. "You're redy to become an asset of Steel Gym, Drake!"

"Duuuude, it's like, uhhh... David--"

"Drake. That's your name. That's what in the gym's system."

"Drake?" the gym bro looked at the Owner with a confused expression. He, in response took a chain laying on his desk and put it around Drake's neck. The bro immediately relaxed, his eyes unfocused, and he grinned lazily.

"Drake... trainer... good asset... gym... boss..." he drawled as he signed the contract and officially became the gym's newest machine.

Script For A Jock

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Jock's mind was consumed with counting reps

seven, eight, nine

His arms moved steadily, dumbbells going up and down

up and down up and down up and down

After 12 reps, Jock throws the weights on the ground

gym is a temple, jocks put weights on the rack

Jock takes the dumbbells and puts them in their place

workout done, jock has fulfilled his purpose

...

Jack shook his head and grabbed his water bottle and phone. He then made his way out of the main weight area. The t-shirt he was wearing was clinging to his body after the grueling workout and he was eager to get it off of him and wash all that sweat off of his body.

Jack opened the door of the locker room and looked around, trying to remember where he left his stuff. He quickly remembered, 048, and started walking through the space filled with men in various state of undress.

As he walked he turned his head and looked at a mirror hanging on the wall--

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Jock shows off his gainz

Jock looked straight into the mirror and flexes his arms. The huge biceps bulges under the t-shirt's sleeve. Jock notices a damp spot around his armpit

Jock is proud of his masculine scent

Jock is ripe and sweaty

Jock reports to Coach

Jock took his phone and lifted his arm to reveal his armpit, soaked with sweat. He then snapped a picture and sent it to Coach.

Jock enjoys being sweaty

...

Jock does not think, Jock follows the Script

No-Trade Clause

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This jock wanted to change gyms. Thought Coach wasn't doing a good enough job taking care of him.

So one day when the gym was closed he sneaked out.

Unfortunately for him he left his earbuds in.

A few minutes after he escaped the security protocols were activated.

His brain is now being fried, so that he won't hold a single independent thought anymore.

Only loyal to coach follow orders lift weights flex show off no thoughts just weights

He's gonna be ready in an hour.

Waking Up Huge and Jocked

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story reposed with a few minor changes, previous ver. were too "explicit"

Trevor slowly woke up, sitting on his bed and opening his eyes. He immediately felt that something was wrong, but he didn't know what. He slowly walked up to the bathroom, where the only mirror in his apartment was located. Every step felt weird, his body didn't feel normal.

When he finally got to the mirror his mouth opened in shock. Then memories from the day prior flooded his mind.

Trevor joined a gym. A fairly new one that opened in his neighborhood. He decided to do that to capitalize on the gym's heavy discounts that were meant to attract new clients. And it wasn't the end - right after entering the building and registering, he was gifted with a bunch of free stuff.

Included was a few pieces of gym gear, which was very handy to Trevor, who has not worked out regularly before and did not have stuff like that.

After he came back home in the evening, Trevor decided to try out the clothes he got. Included in these was a pair of Under Armour boxer briefs that he put on alongside shorts and a sleeveless shirt. He looked a bit funny, at least according to himself, but the vibe he was giving off was actually... cool. He looked like a proper gym bro, and that gave him a... warm feeling. Wait, he was getting hot after wearing all that gear just for a few minutes, which seemed unusual.

And suddenly, it began.

As the warmth spread across his body from his lower abdominal area he clearly saw his body slowly expand. His stomach muscles became visible, his pectorals now pushing against the shirt. Shoulders expanded, biceps growing closer in size to a football. Legs now the size of tree trunks, each muscle clearly visible.

Trevor just looked, in shock and horror, as his body transformed into that of a real gym bro. He desperately tried to take off the gym gear, and while he succeeded with the shirt and shorts, the UA boxers just stayed glued to his skin the whole time. Wait a minute, was his dick getting larger as well? Shit, were these tattoos on his body? Fuckin' hell!

As the transformation came to an end Trevor was hit with a sudden and powerful feeling of tiredness. He took a few steps towards his bedroom, then collapsed on his bed and fell asleep almost immediately.

And this is how he ended up here, standing in front of a mirror the next day, still with the body of a jock. After the initial shock of this not having been a dream Trevor quickly thought about the benefits of the change and started flexing his new, huge muscles.

A huge grin appeared on his face as he lifted his arms, putting them in a double biceps pose, and took in the view. He also got quite aroused by the whole experience and his now bigger bulge was clearly visible, straining against his Under Armour boxers.

He eagerly grabbed his member and started massaging it through the fabric. Afterwards he decided to go back to the gym right away. Maybe he would learn something more, maybe he would grow even more.

He quickly put on the clothes, his shorts going over the cum-stained boxers, and made his way to the gym. He didn't know what to expect, but he felt anticipation rise inside him with every step. Finally Trevor reached the building and entered the place that was the cause of his changes.

The moment he went through the door his brain slowed down to a halt. A thick, dense fog covered his mind, no thoughts now coming in or out. A dumb grin appeared on his face, and drool appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The gym's Owner walked up to Trevor, standing still in the middle of the reception area.

"Next one, great." He grinned slightly and looked into Trevor's eyes.

"State your position, meathead." The owner gave the order, but the newly created gym bro did nothing. The older man in turn rolled his eyes. "Of course, you're a rookie." He put his hand in his pocket and took out a pair of dog tags, which he dangled in front of Trevor's face for a moment. Trevor's eyes started following the tags almost instantly.

"You will come with me, meathead." The Owner said, and started walking towards his office, Trevor following behind him. When they reached the room, the Owner ordered the new meathead to sit down in front of his desk. He then turned the monitor towards Trevor and pushed a button on the keyboard.

A video showing both muscular dudes pumpin' iron and a hypnotic spiral started playing and the Owner started talking.

"You are a dumb meathead. The only thing you do is lift and train others to lift. You are as masculine as can get... oh, also... you're gay?"

"Yeah..." Trevor drawled. Droll was flowing down from his mouth.

"Nope, you're as straight as a guy can get." The Owner stated strongly. Trevor felt tingling around his butt, as his hole tightened and closed in, making sure nothing would enter it and that he would never think about his ass in terms of pleasure again.

"You do not think of anything not related to working out. Your life is the gym. You are my employee and obey my every order." The Owner stood in front of Trevor, between him and the screen. "You are Brute. You are 32AZ, you are a dumb meathead." He then took a step to the side, allowing Brute to watch the video to the end.

"State your position, meathead." Brute heard Boss say.

"Personal trainer bruh, liftin' and pushin' guys to become men bro"

"Correct, meathead."

"Huhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuh, yeah sir, huhuhuhuhuh" He did a mock salute, a dumb chuckle escaping his mouth.

"Now go, complete Routine 12, then come to the Reception to receive your schedule."

"Yes sir... bro huhuhuhuh."

"Good meathead. Now go."

mrrharper Masterpost

what's up bros

to make this blog a bit more accessible, this is gonna be an index of all of my stories and other stuff connected with me, neatly divided into themes

also hey, i have a discord server for horny bros that y’all should join asap - here's the link

everything's under this pic of a hot stud

Jock TF

Todd goes to a gym / Academic requirements / A Son, Reformed / Muscles In Chains / The Rookie's Figuring It Out / Headphones In, Guns Out / Waiting For The Roommate / Mandatory PE Class / A Real Jock's Supposed to Be Dumb / Cocky And Proud, By Accident / Elevator Malfunction / Former Friend / There Are Always Jocks / Desperation In College /

Jock-focused

Under Armour Jock™ / Coach's Process of Developing a Jock / More Loyal, More American, More The Same / Muscle Memory / Inside A Jock's Mind / Script For A Jock / No-Trade Clause / Taming The Football Beast /

Cop/Soldier reprogramming

Programming Adjustment / Law, Order and Musk / Personal Muscle, Uniform Included / A Guard Programmed To Control And Obey / Summer Bootcamp / Army Surplus / Neighborhood Association / Another Cop For The Collection /

Gym Bro TF (and adjacent)

Gym Bro / Bro Advice / A Workout Break / This Is How You Recruit Gym Bros / Waking Up Huge And Jocked / Empty Eyes, Pumped Bis / The Grindset / Big Bro's Job / The Bro Zone Resort /

Inanimate TF

Not In The Exhibit Brochure /

NPC TF

Player Of The Month / Guarding The Base /

Other stuff

Discord - I run a discord server for other horny bros, come join us

Commissions - I am open for commissions. Want me to write you a story? Check the linked post for all the necessary details

#AMA - you can see all the questions I have answered from previous AMAs under this hashtag

Ko-fi page - you can support me and my work on ko-fi

The Grindset

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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.

Big Bro's Job

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The role of Big Bro is one of the most important in the gym.

Big bros run the gym on behalf of their Owner.

Big bros recruit more bros for the gym.

Big bros are the best personal trainers any bro has ever seen.

Big bros train lil bros to be the best bros they can me.

They make sure all bros are completely focused on working out.

They make sure all bros' brains are turned off inside the gym.

They make sure someone is always flexing in the gym.

They make sure all bros' holes are tightly closed, as real bros only fuck.

And they have to keep their bulk in prime condition, and a dumb expression on their faces at all times. And a backwards cap and some chains, of course.

It's hard being a big bro.

Would you like to try, bro?

Player Of The Month

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It did not take long.

Jake got a notification saying he'd been chosen as the Player of the Month from the server he's been playing on for months now. He was very excited about this as he's never got any in-game title like that before.

He clicked on the notification and scrolled through all the buzzwords to see what rewards he would be getting. Weirdly, there was no mention of any items, upgrades or other perks. Instead there was a button. "Brand new personalized experience".

Jack eagerly clicked the button, the only option avaliable to him. At first nothing happened and he just assumed the game was loading some new assests which would probably take some time.

Suddenly he felt some buzzing in his head, followed by a sharp pain and a feeling as if his headset was tightening around his head. He was paralyzed by this for a moment, his mind completely losing track of what was happening with his body as it was experiencing sudden sensory overload.

And then he was back in the game, but something was different. He was transported to Iron Gym, a locaton on the opposite side of the map from he was just a minute ago. He looked down and saw that his avatar had changed completely. He tried to access his character menu to see what had happened but he couldn't, so he walked up to a mirror.

In in he saw someone completely different. A young dude, clearly muscular, wearing a backwards cap and a pair of tight compression shorts. He looked like a gym bro! Not only that, he looked pretty similiar to the NPCs that populated this area of the game world, which Jake found very strange. Something went wrong here.

Wait, where was his headset? Jake put his hands on his face, but couldn't find the bulky gear he had to wear to play. What was going on?

A player came up to Jake and chose the option to initiate the conversation.

Jake #27AD0019 turned around to face Player#A97F4. His eyes flashed red, showing he was now in interaction mode.

"ey dude, ya got any issue with me bruh?" he asked, an arrogant streak in his voice. He then waited for the player to choose a response form the dialog tree, entering one of his idling animations, moving slightly from left to right and flexing his bare chest.

"Damn, that's a new one, didn't see this character before here" the player muttered to himself, clearly intrigued by the sudden appearance of a new NPC. He then chose a response.

"No, I just noticed you're a regular here and you seem to be doing pretty good, so I wanted to say hi."

#27AD0019's changed his attitude from annoyed and arrogant to proud and cocky. A new animation was triggered by the player's response, making him flash his teeth in a cocky smile, then flex his arms in a double biceps pose.

"hell yeah bruh, am the top dawg here dude"

The player focused on the NPC's muscular arms, while the character kept them in a flexed position up in the air. Player#A97F4 was starting to enjoy the conversation and knew exactly what dialog option he would choose.

"I see, you clearly work out every day. Your form is very impressive."

This prompted another few animations, in which #27AD0019 flexed his arms, chest and legs, showing off his muscles to the player.

"fuck yeah bro! i lift, like, all day dude, gotta work for guns like this bro huhuhuhuhuhuh" He let out a low, dumb laugh. The player grinned as he saw one of the potential responses he had avaliable.

"So not much happening in your life except the gym, right?"

A few calculations happened int he background that determined whether the NPC would respond positively or with anger. The result then took into account the character's intelligence statistic - 3/10. This gave the player the exact result he was looking for.

"huhuhuh yeah dude, am a real gym bro dude, ain't nothin' more important that liftin' bro. head empty, just gains huhuhuhuhuh" The answer triggered another loop of flexing animations.

#27AD0019 was going to be a very popular NPC.

The Bro Zone Resort

Mike entered the resort’s reception area and looked around. It was early in the day so there weren’t that many people around. He walked up to the desk.

“Good morning, sir. How can I help you?” A large and muscular man, wearing a tank top with the resort’s logo proudly displayed on his chest, was standing on the other side of the desk and looking at Mike with a slight grin.

“Uhm, hi.” He slowly responded, not used to such a brawny dude talking to him. “I… I have a reservation under the name Mike Crawford for uhhh… the “Bro Tropical” package, I think.” The man behind the desk smiled and nodded, then typed something into his computer while Mike’s eyes wandered towards his broad chest. Then he finally noticed the name written on the tank top, above the left pectoral. Brock. A name very fitting the man, Mike thought.

“Okay, I have everything he need.” Brock spoke, throwing Mike out of his line of thought.

“Uhm, sorry what?” He put on a sheepish grin and Brock chuckled. 

“I have everything ready for you, Mike.” A brochure and a room card were put on the counter by Brock. “You’ll spend your week at the Bro Zone in Room 37F, and your resident for the length of your stay will be Cross, one of our best.” Mike thanked Brock, took all that was given to him and walked up to the elevator. He quickly got up to the third floor and started walking along the corridor, looking for his room. Fortunately, it wasn’t far from the elevator shaft and he unlocked the door with the card he got at the reception desk.

The first thing that hit him was the smell. The entire room reeked of sweat, cheep cologne and a few other things Mike could not name. As he got his bag into the room and closed the door behind him, he looked around and saw an absolute mess. Used jockstraps, shorts and tank tops were hanging from every piece of furniture. Dumbbells were scattered on the floor and every flat surface was covered by cans of coke and protein shake bottles. Mike closed his eyes and let the horrible smell fill his nostrils. God, he was in heaven, he thought.

Suddenly he heard some sounds coming from the bathroom and the door to it opened, revealing the main attraction of Mike’s stay at The Bro Zone. In front of him stood a 6’3 brute, every part of his body thick with muscles, with a few tattoos, a tank top clearly too small to cover all of this bulk, and sweaty gym shorts. Cross looked at Mike, scratched at his crotch and nodded.

“Sup, brah? You Mike?”

“Uhm, yeah.” He nodded awkwardly. Cross shrugged and walked around Mike, then settled on the couch and grabbed one of the half-empty protein shakers on the table next to him.

“Yer bedroom’s on the right” The gym bro moved his hand around, showing Mike what was where in their apartment. “There’s the bathroom, there’s the kitchen, there’s the entrance to the terrace with the pool.”

“Thanks” Mike smiled and walked towards his bedroom.

“Whatever, bro” He heard a grumbled response behind his back.

Mike went into his room and quickly unpacked. The sweaty stench was still very much there, but at least there was no random shit on the floor. As he sat down on the bed and took a deep breath, he smiled. He already knew he was gonna enjoy his stay at the resort.

Then he took out the brochure he got form Brock after coming in and flipped through the pages until he found the only actually important thing - the command that would allow him to control Cross. There were limitations to this of course, the gym bro wouldn’t do anything that would go against his core traits that Mike chose while booking his stay. But it was still a powerful weapon.

With the command memorized, Mike quickly changed into his swimming shorts, his hard on already visible, and left his room. He went back to the main area of the apartment and looked at Cross, who was watching something on TV, his sweaty armpits exposed for Mike to see.

“Bro code.” Mike said with an assertive tone. Cross turned towards him. He still had that arrogant expression on his face, but he was clearly listening. “Go get changed, we’re going swimming.”

“Sure bruh, whatever ya say dude.” The bro shrugged and stood up, then went outside. Mike had a giant grin on his face, he was so excited. 

When he went outside onto the terrace a minute later he saw Cross on the edge of the pool, wearing only a pair of briefs and sunglasses, his hunky body - and his hefty package - almost completely exposed. Mike slowly licked his lips and took a step forward.