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Swimming Confidence

--- Originally posted by ZacharyEverlust@DA on 2014-12-01 ---

"Has anyone told you that you've got the looks of a Swimmer?"

No, of course not. If I had to be placed next to one, especially a confident swimmer who's capable of surviving Hoenn's large body of water, I'd probably look more of a Rich Boy who prefers to travel on expensive cruise ships than swimming across the ocean.

"No"

Almost instantaneously I selected No, while it's really flattering that the game codes designed me to get a hunky, lean-muscular avatar by default, I prefer staying true to myself .Possibly selecting something like an Ace trainer seeing as I've played Pokémon since I was seven, or even a ninja boy, I always liked samurai swords.

"Has anyone told you that you've got the looks of a Swimmer?"

Huh? Strange, didn't I just pressed "No"? Could've slipped and press the B button as usual, but shouldn't that stop the message from reappearing again? Must be some sort of glitch in Rustburo City.

"No"

Carefully selecting the correct option this time, with a push of the A-button, I'm surely to be given an option of choosing another trainer class am I right? Or at least allow me to leave this conversation, Pokémon centre, and go look for another NPC to choose a different trainer class for my avatar.

"Has anyone told you that you've got the looks of a Swimmer?"

Looks like I was right, I did press the "No" option, but it rejected my selection. I suspect something weird is going on, but I hope it's just something in the programming. Maybe I am required to press "Yes" before I'm given the option of selecting another trainer class, maybe they'll say something along the lines of "But don't you think you look like another trainer class?" And give me other options...or at least allow me to exit out of this conversation.

"Yes"

... ... ...

Nothing's happeni-

"Good, initiating Pixilation"

What? Pixilation huH? A morph of light shined brightly into my eyes, blinding me into total Flare Blitz. The Light spreads down my torso, into my knees....my feet and---.

The bright light totally engulfs me, shining brightly as it....Where am I? I noticed that I was transported to a different area than my room, not even sure how this was even possible in the 21st century.

There was sand all around me, beach chairs and umbrellas decorating the entire area. Probably a beach...no, it's definitely a beach, the one near Slateport city. Sailors and tubers hanging out in the distance with their respective trainer classes, remaining perfectly still or walking around out of the blue away from one another at given time-intervals as if they're programmed to do so.

I could clearly see a pixelated version of me in front of the blue ocean, looks like Brendan's not going to be the only player in Pokémon Omega Ruby...but if I'm not there controlling him, and if he's the only one that can be controlled on the DS. What's my role? Wait, why am I even thinking about being here, I got to get out of here.

I began to mo-crap, what's this? The light surrounded me once more, similar to the time back in my room. I doubt it's going to be broadcasted over the PokeNav...or the Nintendo DS screen, I don't know why but I'm feeling like I'm really insignificant all of a sudden, as though I'm just a member of a clique, a stereotype, a trainer class-

A trainer class....No...

The light began shifting, focusing more down than up as though it's coordinated to do so, yet still paralysing my entire body. It began to...grow? My feet, my legs, they're growing! I feel a surge of static coursing through my veins, electrocuting me like the water Pokémon I am? Water Pokémon? I didn't choose Mudkip so-

The static began to flow up my upper torso, with the strange light following its movements. I can feel as though my upper torso is developing as though testosterone is being pumped directly onto it. My pecs? I have pecs? My pecs kept inflating more and more like a qwilfish, filling up with pure muscle as it swells, and pushes out, showing it's might on my shirt.

Abs were probably no exception, though they're hidden underneath my shirt, I can feel my belly being pumped into nothingness, leaving only a solid definition. Legs, feet, arms and my neck were no exception as rage consumes them, blowing through puberty and into my mid-twenties, allowing them to be supplied with good, bulging muscle, not showing much though since I'm wearing thick clothing.

The electrifying, yet soothing sensation, as though it's massaging my developing body, continued to pulsate over my head. Remaining youthful, yet more matured and had this... glow to it, as though I'm enjoying life doing what I do, healthily and happily. The glow resonates as my skin slowly turns darker, brown? No, olive. A deep, dark olive resonates throughout my entire body, as though its pulling me through and---

RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP!

My brand new designer T-Shirt and jacket tore right open, unable to withstand the growing and developing muscles of my new structure. Ripping up my jeans and sneakers as every piece of clothing fades leaving only a pair of...boxers? No, swim shorts, black swim shorts with an indifferent blue stripes on the sides, similar to the ones of my peers...

"MENTAL TRAINER TYPE CODES, SWIMMER♂, PROCESSING COMPLETE"

Peers? Hitting the waves with others of my kind...Yes...I'm beginning to remember, I'm a Swimmer♂, a man who's risen up from a tuber, got buff, and now hangs out with my bros with my awesome water Pokémon, who needs boring old land Pokémon when you can get all the tentaCOOL you need at sea.

I feel so...free now...no clothes...no nothing....exposing my huge muscles as I get to hit the high wa-Muscles? Muscles? Hey! HEYYYYYYYY...check out my chizzled ABS! BOOM! I stood proudly in front of the clean ocean sea, my new reflection portraying my confident musculature.

Man, with this body, lean and shit, I could totally surf through the seas faster than a buisel! Whatever that is, we have wailmers in Hoenn Dude. Just looking at this rich, seawater just makes me...no...I can't resist it...

I gotta swim...I GOTTA SWIM! SPLASH!

I swam through the mighty ocean, past the small islands located side by side, were pretty familiar with them after me and the men had a swim off days ago...if I could remember. Men gotta stay tough when the female swimmers can easily match their endurance out at sea, don't try this at home unless you're a tuber kids.

Black messy hair shortening, trimming down to a hairstyle more suited for the waves, and a new colour to match with my bronzed skin tone. Turning short, dark brown and wavy, perfect to remain slick and cool while I surf through the blue lion. Eyes completing my new image, turning, deep and piercing like a sharpedo's crunch, as you know it, the same dark brown colour like my muddy hair. Awesome right? I'm cool and trendy just like the rest of the swimmers, it's as though we're coded that way.

Black material pixelating on my new stylish head, spreading, stretching, expanding by the seconds. Completely trapping my new sweet-ass hair underneath the new swimmers cap formatting to protect it from the ocean's splashy mysteries, kinda ironic since I'm protecting my hair from getting wet despite it being adapted for the waves, gotta stay in trend though.Final touches to my change began to take place, though I was always like this, wasn't I?

Black goggles popped right-by over my nose, covering my Seadra-shaped eyes with the lenses, allowing me to admire the sweet waterbed while still being able to swim on the surface. A half poke ball-like design imprinted on the swimmer's cap around my forehead area, light blue like a tentacool. My mouth being transformed into a confident grin, knowing that my swim skills are un-matched with water Pokémon by my side.

"PIXELATING COMPLETE, TIME TO STIMULATE PROGRAMME ORDERS"

I began to freeze for a sec...Striking a pose...and, turn around, swim, turn around, swim. The cycle repeats a new, what's going on? Am I being controlled?

"INITIATING, Swimmer♂Oliver"

Oliver? Oliver? That's my name? But my name is---, ugh, can't remember. No wait, it was always Oliver right? Crap, I don't know why but I think a machine is doing this. I don't much time surfing around Mauvile city though, no swimmer ever has, electric shocks are dangerous for our water Pokémon...so why do I feel as though I'm infected with one, and everydude's completely infected by one.

Pokeballs, one and two, appeared in the hidden compartment of my swim shorts, I reached for them, as though I'm prepared for battle with my tentacools, man I don't care what any ace trainer says about having two of the same Pokémon and type on your team, I love water Pokémon, they're what I battle with.

But Hey! At least I'm still human! And I've got an awesome bod to cruise through these gnarly waves man! I ain't going to lose to some stupid program--

"!"

Trainer spotted...crap...can't resist...must...gotta...

"I'm as cool as the waves go!"

Dan stared at the bottle he had ordered. Never thinking it would actually have arrived from the sketchy online seller, the liquid within shone a bright orange. Bringing the bottle to his nose, the 20-year old nerdy college student recalled the ad: "become a hot, dumb, smelly, musky, blonde himbo Aussie surfer dude with long hair!" - what he initially thought as ridiculous and something that would only live in his fantasies, he began to think the ad might have been a little real as he popped the cork and gave it a sniff, recoiling. It smelled like the combination of the sea and a high school locker room!

The ad had promised a transformation time of 30 minutes, and for the effects to last forever! Dan looked around at his room...did he really want to do this? Leave his nerdy life behind? As soon as he began to have doubts, he forced himself to rip the cork off the bottle. Before the smell got too bad, Dan imagined the stuff was just a shot of vodka he always saw his hot roommate taking, plugged his nose, and downed the whole bottle.

As he finished the last drops of the nasty liquid, Dan felt the effects immediately. His stomach felt warm and gurgly. A wave of heat and energy washed over his body, causing him to drop the empty bottle and fall to his knees. He suddenly felt rejuvenated, as if he could go outside right this instant and put his pudgy body through a fifty mile run, while at the same time feeling a strong urge to vomit. As Dan tried to stand, he felt another wave of heat coursing through his body. Dan screamed as his veins felt like they would burst out of his skin, falling back to the floor.

Dan moaned again as the heat began to become unbearable, his shirt becoming wet with sweat as he struggled to pry it off. Panting, Dan struggled to remove his shorts too, almost feeling as if he was basking in the hot summer sun. Once his clothes were all off, Dan laid there on the floor, a puddle of sweat surrounding his body. Suddenly, the vomiting urge disappeared, and was replaced by a new one.

"I-I'm horny..." Dan mumbled as he reached down to stroke his hardening cock, a few inches long. He had never been able to get hard, and certainly had never had a wet dream or orgasm, let alone masturbate. But now, Dan couldn't stop himself from touching his cock, and the feeling was electric. It had never felt so good before!

"What is this?!" Dan gasped as his cock seemed to pulse with each stroke. Dan was in heaven, his whole body tingling as he began to play with his nipples, never before having considered that area pleasurable. He didn't even notice the slow growth of hair on his arms, chest, and legs. As Dan began to furiously stroke his lengthening cock, small blonde hairs began to peek out of his head, and a thin patch of pubic hair sprouted. Dan moaned and thrashed about, his cock pulsing with pleasure as it slowly became longer and thicker, surpassing 9 inches and growing to the width of a beer can. Dan began thrusting into his hand as the pulsating head spurted precum like a fountain, dribbling down to his new mess of blonde public hairs that was still growing, becoming an out of control forest reeking of fresh sweat.

"Oh fuck yes" Dan moaned as the rest of him began to grow. Dan's feet began to pulse and crack spreading across the cold tile floor as wild, bushy tufts of bright blonde hair sprouted between his toes and grew up his feet, soon surpassing size 12 as Dan cried out in pleasure. His legs began to swell, becoming thick, toned and covered in sweaty, sticky blonde hair, reeking of male scent and...gnarly waves? Dan began to question how he would know this smell, but the heat overcame him again as his legs pushed him taller to a striking 6'2. His thighs and ass swelled, his hips and waist widening with them as his muscles grew stronger and thicker, his ass cheeks soon swelling to the size of a small chair cushion and bouncing with every move, his hips wider than the doors as he was left with a small, round, bubble butt that shook like jello when he moved. Here too, a jungle of smelly, sweaty blonde hair consumed his ass as Dan screamed in pleasure, his hands kneading the soft flesh as he thrusted his cock into the air.

"Yesssssss" Dan cried, as the heat began to spread up from his crotch to his abdominals. His stomach began to grow outward, the pudge melting away and giving way to a firm, chiseled, rock hard 6-pack abs that glistened with sweat. Dan's nipples became dark, sensitive nubs of flesh, his pecs swollen with muscle as they began to pulse. Screaming at the pleasure coursing through his chest, Dan ran his hands up the chiseled surface of his abs, feeling them become coated in a sheen of rancid sweat that would never truly wash away. As he began to grope and massage his bloating man tits, the blonde jungle from his crotch began to consume his chest and underarms, his armpits turning into a wet, sweaty pit that would forever stink, the blonde hair growing thicker and curlier with each second. Even with his arms resting at his sides, the pits would still spill outwards, a mountain of hairy flesh and sweat. His chest became swollen, the pecs now growing large and round, a pair of thick, perky, sweaty man tits that would shake like water balloons with any movement. The hair on his chest went into overdrive, thickening and spreading as a trail formed up the middle of his back, ensuring any shirt he wore would be ruined by sweat, no matter the number of showers he had.

As Dan continued to massage the still-growing mounds of muscle on his chest, his arms began to pulse with the summer heat. With each wave, Dan screamed in ecstasy, as the veins and muscles underneath his skin swelled, becoming thicker and bigger. The reeking blonde jungle from his crotch and chest, now complete, consumed his biceps, triceps, and forearms, growing into a dense mat that would only grow and grow until the day he died, a permanent, rancid stench that would make him the subject of attention wherever he went. Dan moaned as his arms began to flex, his hands reaching up to the ceiling as his hands swelled, growing longer, larger, and thicker, the hands of a brute. As he used his new hands on his raging cock, he felt the heat once more as his shoulders began to pulse, feeling them widen as his back grew thick and powerful with strong muscle, his broad shoulders bulging with the same power.

"O-oh f-fuck..." Dan moaned, as he flexed his arms, feeling them bulge with raw strength, biceps and triceps thicker than a normal person's thighs, the smelly blonde jungle making them seem even bigger. He breathed deeply as his cock continue to leak, his whole body dripping with sweat, as the heat began to travel up into his neck as it grew thicker and wider, giving him the appearance of the jocks he wanted so much to be like. Dan moaned, feeling his voice drop deeper and deeper into a low, sensual baritone as his Adam's apple pushed outwards, forming a thick, protruding knot.

As Dan reached down to play with his hairy ass, his face began to tingle. His eyes fluttered and closed as his nose cracked pushed outwards, giving the slightly crooked appearance that it had once been broken as his lips grew plumper and fuller as his longer tongue licked their edges. Dan's teeth grew dull and slightly crooked, a perfect set for the dumb surfer boy he was becoming. A low, sensual chuckle came from deep within his chest as his jaw cracked, growing larger and wider as his cheekbones bulged.

"Heheheh" Dan chuckled again, his new, low voice reverberating throughout his body, as blonde stubble began to appear on his face and neck. Dan's hands caressed the smooth, baby-like skin of his face, before it erupted into a wild, dense jungle, covering his entire head. The smell was unbearable, but Dan could do nothing but moan in ecstasy as he raised his muscular arm to huff the sea of hair spilling from his pit. He breathed deeply, smelling the mixture of his rancid male musk, salty sweat, and the ocean, feeling a nostalgic sense of returning home. He moaned again in his new, low voice as his skull began to grow a thick set of curly, sweaty blonde locks, only adding to the smell as the last of his short, black hair changed color and began to spill behind his ears. Dan moaned again, the sound of his voice sending shivers down his spine, as his mouth filled with saliva.

"Fuuuuuck" he moaned, his tongue swirling around in the saliva, causing some to spill out as drool onto his still pulsing cock, earning Dan another wave of pleasure as his greasy locks grew even more curly, reaching the back of his neck. Dan opened his eyes, the pupils now a beautiful aquamarine, and watched his hair grow in the mirror, the light from the window glinting off the golden blonde curls.

"D-do I have long hair?" Dan mumbled, his mouth filled with spit, as he stood up and walked over to the mirror. Dan's cock bobbed with each step, precum flying everywhere, as he stared at his new, sexy, handsome body.

"I-I look like a surfer" Dan said slowly, looking at his long, wet, curly locks, shining like gold in the light. He looked at his strong, muscular arms, the blonde hair shining as it cascaded down to the jungle on his hands, before continuing to his chest. Dan's hands moved to his pecs, feeling them, before his hands traced the outline of his six pack. "I'm strong..." Dan muttered, watching his cock twitch and bob. Dan looked up to the mirror again, his new model-like face staring back at him. He looked at the blonde curls, his thick, wet, red lips, and his aquamarine eyes, feeling the drool dribble down his chin and the scent of the sea and man sweat fill the room.

Suddenly, Dan realized the potion had one more surprise for him as he felt a splitting headache, his hair growing even faster and longer.

"Owowowowwwwww" Dan moaned, grabbing his head and bending forward. His hair grew and grew, his hands running through the wavy curls, slick with grease, salt, and sweat. He looked in the mirror again, noticing a subtle shift in his eyes as he quickly realized what was happening. "Wait, n-no-" he started, as he quickly began going over calculus facts from his advanced college course, before the pain became unbearable.

Dan cried out, the words and math in his head becoming more complicated and foreign as the pain slowly morphed into a gentle, pleasant vibration. The words and math slowly slipped from his mind, his once brilliant brain turning into a dumb, empty hole, as it became harder and harder for Dan to picture even basic metal math. "Fuuuuck" Dan moaned again as the pleasant vibration consumed his whole being. "Fuckin A..." Dan whispered in his new, deep timbre as complex thoughts became harder and harder to imagine, almost feeling like he was high. He chuckled again, as the words and math disappeared from his mind. "N-nooo, I'm dumb..." Dan slurred, his voice sounding slow and drunk.

Dan blinked and chuckled, as his mind turned completely empty, only capable of simple, primal thoughts and urges. "I'm horny..." Dan growled, his voice sounding like the sexy, rugged surfer he had always dreamed of being. His new, handsome, chiseled face broke out into a stupid grin, a look that would become the new himbo's default expression. "But the fuck am I doing here..." Dan chuckled again as his dorm room began to shift and morph. He blinked and giggled as the white, clean walls turned to a worn, brown wood. He blinked and laughed as his desk shifted and molded, becoming a simple bed frame and dresser, his computer changing into a surfboard and a cooler.

"Oh fuck yessssssss" Dan moaned, his cock pulsing and dripping precum. "I'm at the beach!" Dan cried, looking around his new room. There was a small, circular window where his door had once been, allowing the sunlight to illuminate his room. Even the time on the clock changed as the heat accosted Dan one final time, this time in his vocal cords.

"Owowowow" Dan groaned and coughed as the final effects took place. His vocal cords became even more raw, coarse, and masculine, his voice dropping an octave lower. "What the fuck, mate" he gasped, his accent changing as he spoke. Gone was his once boring, nondescript American accent, replaced by a low, gruff, sexy Aussie drawl, his words slurred together and slow as he vigorously jacked his still-hard cock, his blonde pubes caked with sweat.

"Oh fuck, oh shit, uhhhh" Dan moaned, his balls beginning to pulse as the heat traveled from his neck down his spine. "G-gonna...cummm..." Dan moaned, feeling the pressure build in his nuts. He felt them begin to pulse, and then he exploded, the biggest, loudest orgasm of his life erupting from his cock, the stream of cum enormous as the windows fogged up and the floor began to soak. His cock pulsed and pulsed, a seemingly endless river of cum.

"Ughhh" Dan grunted, as his orgasm finally began to subside. "Awww shit, my dick's really fuckin big" Dan giggled, the sound reverberating through his room and causing the glass in the window to vibrate. "Mmmm, but my balls are so heavy" he groaned, cupping his fat nuts and letting the weight settle.

As he heard the final change, a small crackling noise coming from his brain, he realized the beach was gone, his old, boring life was gone, and a whole new world had opened up for him. He would never forget his old life, but it would always seem to Dan as a distant memory. Dan giggled, as his brain finally stopped working, replaced with a dumb, happy, empty void, incapable of stress or worry.

"Fuck yeah, mate!" Dan cried, his stupid, happy grin returning. "I'm a surfer dude!" he yelled, his accent slurred. He jumped around his new beachside shack, the dumb himbo bouncing around the room. He was naked, and the heat from the sun warmed his sweaty, blonde, hairy body. He breathed deeply once more, the salty, fresh air filling his lungs, the scent of the ocean mixing with the pungent smell of his own rancid, musky male scent, before walking to his dresser, his cock still hard and leaking. "Man, I gotta get my trunks on if I'm gonna score tonight" he giggled. Dan's mind was empty and happy, only able to process the most simple of thoughts, and that was good enough for him.

As he grabbed his favorite swim trunks and slipped them on, he walked back over to the window, looking out onto the beach. There were hot girls and guys, all scantily clad and tan, running about, playing in the waves and lounging. He could feel the sand between his toes, and could almost taste the cool, crisp water of the sea. He was finally free of his old life, and now he was here, the happiest himbo surfer there ever was.

I love your stories! Could you turn me from a small merry gay guy into a big muscular cocky and horny surfer bro?

As you sit amidst the cheerful buzz of the bar, surrounded by your merry band of friends, the vibrant lights of the TV screens broadcasting Drag Race reflect off your sequined tank top and perfectly fitted skinny jeans. You're animatedly gossiping about the latest queen's runway look when your eyes inadvertently land on the bartender.

Towering over the counter like a statue of confidence, he stands at least a foot taller than you, with broad shoulders that could rival a linebacker's and a gaze that could pierce through any uncertainty. He exudes a quiet strength that both intimidates and intrigues you.

You muster up the courage to saunter over to the bar, trying to appear nonchalant as you lean in to place your order. But when you open your mouth, words seem to escape you, replaced by an awkward smile. Sensing your nerves, the bartender gives you a subtle grin and reaches for a shaker.

Moments later, a beautifully crafted Mai Tai appears before you, adorned with a slice of pineapple and a tiny umbrella. Your friends cheer you on as you cautiously lift the glass to take a sip, the tropical aroma wafting up and momentarily transporting you to a beachside paradise. You could almost can taste the beach.

As the sweet yet tangy flavors dance on your tongue, you steal another glance at the bartender who now leans against the counter, watching you with a faint hint of amusement. It's as if he knew this drink would be your gateway to confidence tonight. As you lift the Mai Tai to your lips, a curious sensation envelops you, like a soft mist settling gently over your mind. Initially subtle, it blankets your thoughts in a comforting haze. Blinking to clear your vision, you suddenly find yourself standing on an isolated beach, the only sounds the rhythmic crash of waves upon the shore.

Each wave carries with it a palpable energy that seeps into your limbs, a tingling warmth that begins as a whisper and crescendos into a symphony within your body. You glance down and witness a transformation unfolding before your eyes. Your arms, once slender and graceful, swell with newfound vigor. Muscles ripple beneath your skin as your biceps expand, their contours becoming sharp and defined with each passing second.

Inspired by the sensation, you flex your arms, marveling at the strength and power coursing through them. The movements feel effortless, yet each flex reveals more strength than you've ever known. Your chest follows suit, expanding with each breath as your pecs rise and swell, moving in sync with the rhythm of the ocean.

Your abdomen tightens, sculpted abs rippling with newfound definition. The mist in your mind seems to heighten your awareness, every sensation amplified as you feel every fiber of muscle grow and strengthen beneath your touch.

With each crashing wave, your legs undergo a similar transformation. What were once slender limbs now fill out with solid, sinewy muscle. Your calves and thighs become pillars of strength, supporting the newfound power surging through your entire body. Each breath fills you with a newfound confidence and empowerment, a testament to the limitless potential you now embody. As you take another sip of the Mai Tai, a peculiar fog descends upon your thoughts, cloaking your previous life in a haze that gradually obscures memories like distant echoes. The lively banter with friends at the bar fades into the background, their faces becoming vague silhouettes in your mind. Drag Race, once a vibrant spectacle of glamour and wit, slips away from your grasp, its episodes blending into a distant and unfamiliar realm.

In its place, memories of your upbringing in California begin to emerge, vivid and crystalline. You recall the sprawling estate where you were raised, a mansion perched atop cliffs overlooking the Pacific Ocean. The scent of saltwater and the rustle of palm trees filled the air as you navigated a life of privilege and comfort. Your parents, affluent and white, provided everything you could ever desire, shielding you from the harsher realities of the world.

Days were defined by sun-drenched routines: early mornings on the beach, waxing your surfboard under the golden California sun, and the exhilaration of catching waves with your bros. Surfing became more than a pastime; it was a passion that bound you to a community of like-minded individuals, forging bonds through shared triumphs and challenges.

As these memories take hold, a transformation begins within you. The fog in your mind seems to amplify a growing sense of entitlement. You start to believe that success and admiration are your birthright, a natural extension of your privileged upbringing and innate charisma. Confidence surges through you like a tidal wave, bolstered by the physical prowess sculpted through years of outdoor pursuits. Slowly but surely, you were becoming a cocky, entitled bastard. One who thought whatever he wanted, he should get.

Physically, your body responds to this newfound mindset. A deep, golden tan envelops your skin, a testament to countless hours spent under the unyielding California sun. Muscles once dormant now awaken, defined and toned from rigorous surf sessions and beachside workouts. Each flex of your arms and torso reveals strength and athleticism, your ego inflating ever so more.

Your attention is drawn to a sight that stirs a primal urge within you—a stunning girl in a bikini, her silhouette against the backdrop of crashing waves. A surge of desire courses through you, fueled by the cocky, entitled belief that she is meant for you. You feel a magnetic pull towards her, a certainty that she will be yours to possess.

As you scan the beach, your eyes are immediately drawn to a sight that sends a jolt of electricity through your body. There she is, standing tall and confident in her bikini, her long legs and toned arms glistening with sunscreen. Her hair is tied up in a messy bun, revealing the perfect curve of her neck as she turns to face the ocean.

You can't help but stare at her flawless figure - those full breasts straining against the fabric of her top, hips swaying enticingly with each step she takes towards the water. You feel an intense heat building inside you as you imagine running your hands over every inch of that smooth skin. Your cock throbs painfully against your speedos, demanding attention as it grows harder by the second underneath its confines.

You can't help but flex for her; showing off those muscles earned from countless hours spent surfing these very waves. You want nothing more than for this goddess to notice you and acknowledge just how much better suited for each other you two are compared to any other man on this beach or even planet Earth itself! With every step closer towards where she stands waiting for another wave crash into shore comes an increasing urge within yourself – one which screams out loudly: "Take me now!"

As you approach her, your cockiness and confidence reach new heights. You're no longer the shy, awkward kid from high school - now you're a bona fide surfer bro with nothing to prove. Your muscles are bigger than ever before; each one flexing underneath your tight tank top as if begging for attention. And let's face it, they deserve it!

You feel entitled to everything this world has to offer because why shouldn't you? You work hard surfing those waves day in and day out while other people waste their lives away in cubicles or classrooms. It's only natural that women like her should be drawn towards someone like yourself – someone who knows how to live life on his own terms without apology or regret.

Your cock throbs painfully against your speedos as thoughts of taking this girl back home and pounding her into submission fill your mind. The smell of saltwater mixes with the scent of sunscreen on her skin, making it impossible for you not to imagine what she would taste like wrapped around your dick.

In this moment, your old life is gone. You're now nothing but a hot California surfer bro—confident, charismatic, and unapologetically self-assured. You spend your days surfing with your fellow dumb bros. Your night partying and picking up whatever chick drunk enough to listen to cocky surfer lingo. The memories of your former life continue to recede, replaced by a singular focus on the pleasures and privileges that await you in this sun-soaked paradise. You stride forward with purpose, ready to claim whatever the world has to offer, embodying the epitome of California cool.

What's with all these surfer dudes lately? I'm only trying to find a quiet spot on the beach, they're so obnoxious!

Dude. Bro. There's nothing obnoxious about this beach, this is a surfer bro paradise. You're just annoyed that you're not just like every dude bro here. Don't worry, we'll soon fix that, let's start with those silly little IQ points of yours.

As you soak in the sun on the sandy shore, dude, you start feeling something weird happening, like your brain's catching a gnarly wave outta town. It's like, whoa, your IQ points are like, dropping, man. You can almost see them tick down, like each thought is a like, little bubble popping in your head. It's all chill though, 'cause you're feeling this rush of bro vibes taking over.

Your muscles, bro, they're expanding like air pumped into a wave-ready surfboard. Every inch feels beefier, stronger, dude! You flex and you're like, "Whoa, check it out, my pecs are like, gonna burst through my tank!" You feel your biceps swelling up, pushing against the fabric of your tank. It's like they're trying to break free and show off their newfound size. The veins on your arms stand out more prominently, making it clear that you're not just any ordinary dude anymore. Your muscles are screaming for attention as they grow bigger and stronger by the second. You can feel the power coursing through your body, begging to be unleashed on something – anything! This transformation is incredible; you never thought something like this was possible. And then your biceps, they're all like, "Brah, I'm pumped! Let's catch some sick waves!"

Your voice, dude, it's booming across the beach now, full-on surfer bro mode engaged. You're yelling stuff like, "Yewww! That wave was totally epic, brah!" and "Catch ya on the flip side, dudes!" It's like, your words are echoing louder than the crashing waves, and you're stoked beyond words. You sound like a total bro, dude! Your voice is deep and booming, echoing across the beach as you shout out surfer lingo. Every word comes out with extra emphasis. You're totally oblivious to how dumb you sound; all that matters is feeling the power of your newfound muscles and letting everyone know about it. It's like you've become a caricature of yourself – but hey, if being a surfer bro means looking and sounding ridiculous while having fun in the sun, then sign us up!

And your face, man, it's transformed into this classic surfer bro look. Your grin is mega-watt, showing off those pearly whites like they're the shiniest shells on the beach. Your eyes? They're sparkling like the ocean at sunset, all chill and totally spaced out.

So yeah, bro, you're feeling it. The IQ's on vacation, muscles are maxed, and the surfer bro spirit? It's riding high, ready to catch whatever life (or the next killer wave) throws your way. Gnarly vibes, dude. Totally gnarly. Your abs are growing tighter and more defined with every passing second. They're like a wall of muscle, ready to protect your vital organs from any oncoming waves or potential shark attacks. Your pecs are pushing outward, making it difficult to contain them within your shirt – they're begging for attention and ready to be flexed at a moment's notice. Your legs have transformed into the perfect surfer legs; toned and powerful, able to support you as you ride those monster waves without breaking a sweat.

As your brain continues to catch that gnarly wave out to sea, dude, you're totally feeling those muscles bulging. Your biceps are like beach balls, pumped and ready to show off. You give 'em a flex and you're like, "Whoa, these guns are unreal!"

Feeling all fired up, you strut over to the beach bar, feeling like the hottest dude on the sand. Your shades are on, your tank top's hugging those gains, and you're ready to mingle with your bros and maybe scope out some fine beach babes.

But then, out of the corner of your eye, you spot her. A hot blonde bimbo who's totally catching your eye. Suddenly, you're like, "Whoa, chicks are so hot, dude!" The moment you lay eyes on her, your heart skips a beat. She's the epitome of a surfer chick – blonde hair, toned body, and an attitude that screams "I'm not afraid to get wet!" Her bikini hugs her curves perfectly, leaving little to the imagination. As she walks past you, water dripping from her hair and down her body, you can't help but stare at how hot she is. Your dick instantly hardens in your board shorts; all thoughts of finding guys attractive have been replaced by an overwhelming desire to ram your cock into this beautiful woman. You turn to your bro and holler an obnoxious "Dude! Chicks are so much hotter than dudes!" before making a beeline for the blonde bombshell. You can't believe you ever found guys attractive, all you see are sissies and fags who don't know how to ride the waves or lift weights properly. Your newfound masculinity has completely erased any attraction towards men; they just seem weak and pathetic compared to your muscular physique and confident demeanor. In fact, every time you see a guy checking out another dude instead of focusing on catching some killer waves, it only reinforces your belief that they're nothing but sissies who should stick to their bubble baths and manicures.

You saunter over, your bro-cred in full swing, and you lay on the charm thick. "Hey there, sweetheart," you drawl with a grin. "You must be a mermaid 'cause you've got me hooked!" You throw in a wink for good measure, thinking you're smooth as the glassy waves at dawn.

She giggles, flipping her hair like a sea nymph. "Oh, you're such a charmer," she coos back, eyes sparkling like the ocean at high tide. "What's your name, handsome?"

You puff out your chest a bit more, reveling in the attention. "They call me Taj," you say with a smirk. "But you can call me Wave Rider tonight."

She laughs, a sound like seashells tinkling in the breeze. "I like your confidence," she purrs, leaning in a bit closer. "Maybe we could catch a wave together sometime."

As you get closer, you can't help but check out her ass – it's perfect! You grab her hips and pull her towards you, pressing your hard cock against her stomach. "Hey there, beautiful," you whisper into her ear. "I couldn't help but notice how hot you are." She giggles nervously before responding with a flirty smile. "Thanks… I think." You continue to grind against her as your hands wander up to cup her breasts through the fabric of her bikini top. "You know what?" You say as you lean in for a passionate kiss while grabbing one of those massive tits through the bikini top.

You pull away from the kiss, a smirk on your face as you whisper into her ear, "I'm going to fuck you so hard tonight that you won't be able to think straight." She giggles vapidly in response, clearly not taking your words seriously. Little does she know that once you take her back to your beach house and start pounding away at her tight little body, there will be nothing left of either of your brains – all that matters now is surfing and fucking. And with every thrust of your cock inside her wet pussy or every time she rides one of those massive waves onto the shore, another piece of their former selves disappears forever.

And just like that, dude, you're riding high on the surf of your newfound surfer bro charm. The sun's setting, the waves are crashing, and you're feeling like the king of this beach, ready to catch whatever (or whoever) comes your way. Totally epic, bro. Totally epic.