When "The Rut" Hits, A Bull Is At The Peak Of His Virility. His Already Impressive Masculinity Grows

When "The Rut" hits, a bull is at the peak of his virility. His already impressive masculinity grows even more so as his body produces many times amount of testosterone. His massive muscle will look so pumped like it was just freshly worked on in the gym. His manly hair carpets even denser all over. His beefy cuntbreaker throbs with needs as his balls continuously over-produce inhuman amount of hyper potent cum, capable of knocking up his boys with even a single drop. His musk is filled with pheromone that can get even the straightest of men into Heat, horny and fertile.

Even more so, however, is the drive to breed. The bull's reproductive instinct, strong even at the calmest of time, goes into overdrive as the desire to knock up bottoms and propagate his Alpha DNA becomes unbearable. This goes on from a week up to a year in most bulls.

If it's okay for me to participate, perhaps Henry Cavill? 😋

What do you think of transforming all of your followers/fans into men you find hot to celebrate 10 years of Cavanaugh? It could be very hot to meet up with a few Chris Evans’, Alex Crockfords, Nick Bosas or others you find attractive and you of course, to celebrate together.

Now this is an idea I can absolutely get behind! How about we even make this into a little game?

I've picked ten of my absolute top crushes whose bodies will be up for grabs in this event. Whoever manages to successfully guess one of the men on the list wins his body! This will be on a first come first serve basis, so get guessing!

Thank you! I love this so much. <3 Didn't thought I would won that, but I promise to put this new body to good use. Gonna have some fun with it too, of course. ;P

I'm so sorry, I'm not sure how I missed your instruction that guesses for your anniversary post is to be sent to your inbox. 😅 I kinda rebloged it, but let me do this properly.

Is one of your favorite actor Henry Cavill?

Before I start, I just want to say that I never expected that Henry Cavill would be the name arriving in my inbox more than any other. Is it because our names are so similar? Sure, I’ve used him in a fair few stories in the past, both here on tumblr like “Morfoni’s Festival” and over on Patreon with the likes of “Directing Superman”, but to have no less than five people certain that he’d make my top ten was a surprise! Luckily for one of you, Cavill was indeed a correct guess (although he did have to duke it out with one or two other guys to solidify his place), and it just so happens that you were the first person to deliver his name to my inbox!

Now of course we need to consider how to get you into Henry’s body and I’m trying to keep things interesting for each winner, so I’ll be taking another avenue with you. This involves plucking your consciousness out of your body - don’t worry, I’ll have one of my employees slip into your body and live your life on autopilot in your absence - and then getting it settled in its brand new home for the next six months. The complete weightlessness is a little alarming at first, I know, but you’ll only stay that way for a few minutes at most. Trust me, in no time at all you’ll be feeling very solid again!

Ah, there he is: Henry Cavill. Take in that gorgeous sight - the tall stature, the bulging muscles, the confidence with which he holds himself. He’s a lucky man for winning the genetic lottery in such incredible fashion but he’s also done a lot to turn himself into the A-List superstar that he is today while still maintaining his nerdier roots. Of course from now on that luck is going to be yours, because your spirit is being catapulted directly into his body at this very moment! You’re sucked in through his open mouth and immediately begin to stretch out, filling every inch of his body with your presence. It’s not exactly an easy takeover - it never is with these overconfident Hollywood types - but with a little help from your good friend Mr Cavanaugh, it won’t be long before you’re asserting your dominance and forcing him to stay put in the passenger seat!

It’s a remarkable sensation, feeling yourself spread out in a body much larger than your own, but equally pleasurable. I can tell as much too, thanks to that growing tent in the front of your deliciously tight jeans! Every little movement might feel strange at first given how much heavier and bulkier you are now, but with a bit of flexing I’m sure you’ll get used to it. Go on, give those arms a try. Lift them up and watch the biceps rise into mountains as you strike a pose! How about you have a go at popping those delightful pecs for us too? You’re putting on quite the show! I hope you’re enjoying it just as much as your audience is!

Interestingly enough, you’ve entered Mr Cavill’s body at quite the unique turning point. With no more Superman projects lined up and with him having turned down future seasons of The Witcher, you’ve got a relatively clean slate ahead of you! Of course, you could continue things as normal and get some exciting new acting roles lined up for the next six months, but you also might want to use this freedom to be a little more daring. I can imagine it now: Henry Cavill as the star of Magic Mike Live! With a body like that, you’d have men and women all but begging to be the one you’re grinding up on each night. You may even want to take things a step further and forge out a new career in adult films or as an OnlyFans star! So what’s it going to be, Henry? The choice is yours!

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The Things I Live For:

MUSCLE GROWTH

THE PUMP

SEEING OTHERS GET OFF ON MY BODY Reblog if you feel the same. 

Fucked Silly

You didn’t think much of what he’d said at first. He was just a Grindr hookup, and tops will say literally anything. The message didn’t even crack the top 5 weirdest things you’d been sent. But still:

“Gonna see you fucked silly.”

It was so specific. Okay, maybe you looked like a bit of a dummy, with your sturdy muscles and habitual smile. But you were getting a doctorate! There was nothing silly about a PhD in Historiography.

“Gonna see you fucked silly.”

You looked at the message one last time as you waited rang for him to unlock the door of his building. You rolled your eyes. Bullshit tops.

But as his fat cock penetrated your hole, you started to feel weird. Your thoughts started to slow down and drift away. “What’s… happening?” you groaned as he bottomed out.

“You’re getting fucked silly, like all the other guys I top,” the top told you, and shifted inside you. You felt his cock rub up against your prostate and some of your thoughts popped like shiny, glittery soap bubbles.

“Noooo,” you moaned, shocked at how slutty your voice sounded. “I don’t wanna be a silly boyyyy.” You were smart, right? You were getting a Historo— Histrio— His— a big degree!

“Yeah, you do,” said the top, starting to fuck you harder. “You wanna be a silly bottom boi with big juicy muscles.”

“I’m moooore than a joocy muscle boiiiii,” you moaned, caught between bliss and horror as your whole body lit up from the fucking. More and more of your thoughts, memories, and knowledge slipped out of your grasp and vanished as he kept on fucking. You tried to hold onto things like your high school math class and your favourite show, but they vanished so fast you forgot you’d ever known them.

You felt your brain getting lighter and lighter as everything inside it dissolved and went away. As the top’s rhythm broke down with approaching orgasm, you moaned wantonly and fucked back into him, desperate for stimulation as the last of your smarts vanished.

The top came, and the sensation of him filling you up with his cum ripped away everything that you had left. You spurted all over the bed with an empty-headed groan. The sight of all the globs of cum on the sheets suddenly struck you as hilarious, and you started to laugh. “Huhuhuhu…”

The top pulled out. “Another happy customer,” he said, patting you on your broad back.

You twerked back at him, feeling empty. You flipped over and grinned up at him. “I wanna go dancingggg,” you whined in your new dumb, slutty voice. “Let’s go partyyyyy.” You were just a dumb, airheaded himbo with bouncy muscles and a goofy personality.

You’d been fucked silly.