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Hypnorgasm
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Posted on 2020-12-03 11:08:29
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Short story by the commissioner, FurAffinity user BunnyBribes:
Huh. That’s not a bad cap. Wonder who would’ve just left it here…?
The hare looked around the locker room, but it was pretty late. There was nobody else around, and most of the lockers had been emptied out for the night.

Maybe he would try it on, just to see how he’d look with a hat! There was a static tingle as he slipped it on and headed over to the mirror.
“Yeeeah... maybe the backwards cap isn’t really my look.” He shrugs, reaching up to take it off. In doing so, he noticed the flex of his arm. Not bad! He had been busting his workout last week, and it looked like it was really starting to show!
-More-
He chuckles as that thought hits him, scanning once more around the locker room to make sure nobody was around.
“Yeah! Hey, not bad! Heheh…” he flashes a cocky grin, feeling that weird static sensation getting stronger. He struck a few more poses, letting himself get amped up for his routine. His shirt was looking particularly snug.
-Such a jock-
Heh… man, he WAS getting big. Never considered himself much a jock, but more and more, he was beginning to think he could pass for one!
-More!-
His body turns and flexes, showing off his lats as they strain against his tank top
-More-
That grin becomes more manic, his thoughts getting shorter and less sophistic- sophista- big thoughts! He gives a low, guttural growl. The static spikes, his body reacting on instinct and posing. His shirt strains and finally shreds around his thickening body, the once loose-fitting basketball shorts now almost skintight around his massive quads. Not that he noticed the changes, or even the obvious glow of his new ‘favorite’ headgear.

-Bench Press-
-Bicep Curl-
-Squat Rack-
The brute gives a low growl, flexing with one arm and rubbing himself with the other.
“-That’s it. Just keep flexing. Dumber an’ dumber-“ He just nods and drools, not even realizing those thoughts were coming from somewhere outside his own vacuous brain. “-A good himbo doesn’t need all those heavy thoughts. All you know is lifting… and fucking.”

“Fuckyeah, bruh!!” the newly minted jock can’t help but grin and show off his guns. Swole. Cocky. Horny AF…
“Aww yeh! Gunna smash them stacks!! Gettin’ jakked!! Whooo!!! ” he flexes and beats his chest, checking himself out for just a bit longer before swaggering off into the weight room.

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