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| − | + | '''Bro Brew''' is a consumable item, a male counterpart of [[Bimbo Liqueur]]. It is also a transformation item reducing the player to a | |
| − | + | (Historically, this sentence has never been completed.) | |
| − | + | ==Description== | |
| − | + | This aluminum can is labelled as Bro Brew. It even has a picture of a muscly bare-chested man flexing on it. A small label in the corner displays: Demon Generals Warning: Bro Brews effects are as potent (and irreversible) as they are refreshing. | |
| − | == | + | ==Obtained from== |
| − | + | [[Owca]], Tavern | |
| − | + | [[Minotaurs | Minotaur]] | |
| − | + | [[Goblin_(CoC) | Goblin]] | |
==Effects== | ==Effects== | ||
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* Drinking Bimbo Liqueur and having both Bimbo perks allows you to obtain the ‘[[Perks#Futa_Faculties|Futa Faculties]]’ and ‘[[Perks#Futa_Form|Futa Form]]’ perks if Bro Brew is also consumed. | * Drinking Bimbo Liqueur and having both Bimbo perks allows you to obtain the ‘[[Perks#Futa_Faculties|Futa Faculties]]’ and ‘[[Perks#Futa_Form|Futa Form]]’ perks if Bro Brew is also consumed. | ||
| − | ==Bimbo Liqueur== | + | ==After Bimbo Liqueur== |
When taken after [[Bimbo Liqueur]] these effects occur instead. | When taken after [[Bimbo Liqueur]] these effects occur instead. | ||
* [Tallnes <77] Increase player tallnes to 77 | * [Tallnes <77] Increase player tallnes to 77 | ||
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* Lose [[Perks#Bimbo_Body|Bimbo Body]] and [[Perks#Bimbo_Brains|Bimbo Brains]] and gain [[Perks#Futa Faculties|Futa Faculties]] and [[Perks#Futa Form|Futa Form]] | * Lose [[Perks#Bimbo_Body|Bimbo Body]] and [[Perks#Bimbo_Brains|Bimbo Brains]] and gain [[Perks#Futa Faculties|Futa Faculties]] and [[Perks#Futa Form|Futa Form]] | ||
| − | ==In-game description on | + | ==In-game description on consumption== |
Well, maybe this will give you the musculature that you need to accomplish your goals. You pull on the tab at the top and hear the distinctive snap-hiss of venting, carbonating pressure. A smoky haze wafts from the opened container, smelling of hops and alcohol. You lift it to your lips, the cold, metallic taste of the can coming to your tongue before the first amber drops of beer roll into your waiting mouth. It tingles, but it’s very, very good. You feel compelled to finish it as rapidly as possible, and you begin to chug it. You finish the entire container in seconds. A churning, full sensation wells up in your gut, and without thinking, you open wide to release a massive burp. It rumbles through your chest, startling birds into flight in the distance. Awesome! You slam the can into your forehead hard enough to smash the fragile aluminum into a flat, crushed disc. Damn, you feel stronger already. Starting at your hands, your muscles begin to contract and release, each time getting tighter, stronger, and more importantly - larger. The oddness travels up your arms, thickens your biceps, and broadens your shoulders. Soon, your neck and chest are as built as your arms. You give a few experimental flexes as your abs further define themselves. The strange, muscle-building changes flow down your legs, making them just as fit and strong as the rest of you. You curl your arm and kiss your massive, flexing bicep. You’re awesome! Whoah, you’re fucking ripped and strong, not at all like the puny weakling you were before. Yet, you feel oddly wool-headed. Your thoughts seem to be coming slower and slower, like they’re plodding through a marsh. You grunt in frustration at the realization. Sure, you’re a muscle-bound hunk now, but what good is it if you’re as dumb as a box of rocks? Your muscles flex in the most beautiful way, so you stop and strike a pose, mesmerized by your own appearance. Fuck thinking, that shit’s for losers! As if on cue, the familiar tingling gathers in your groin, and you dimly remember you have one muscle left to enlarge. If only you had the intelligence left to realize that your penis is not a muscle. In any event, your ample cock swells in size, thickening and lengthening until it’s ten inches long and almost three inches wide. Fuck, you’re hung! Churning audibly, your beanbag sways, but doesn’t show any outward sign of change. Oh well, it’s probably just like, getting more endurance or something. Lastly, the change hits your face. You can feel your jawbones shifting and sliding around, your skin changing to accommodate your face’s new shape. Once it’s finished, you feel your impeccable square jaw and give a wide, easy-going grin. You look awesome! You finish admiring yourself and adjust your comfortable clothes to better fit your new physique. Maybe there’s some bitches around you can fuck. Hell, as good as you look, you might have other dudes wanting you to fuck them too, no homo. | Well, maybe this will give you the musculature that you need to accomplish your goals. You pull on the tab at the top and hear the distinctive snap-hiss of venting, carbonating pressure. A smoky haze wafts from the opened container, smelling of hops and alcohol. You lift it to your lips, the cold, metallic taste of the can coming to your tongue before the first amber drops of beer roll into your waiting mouth. It tingles, but it’s very, very good. You feel compelled to finish it as rapidly as possible, and you begin to chug it. You finish the entire container in seconds. A churning, full sensation wells up in your gut, and without thinking, you open wide to release a massive burp. It rumbles through your chest, startling birds into flight in the distance. Awesome! You slam the can into your forehead hard enough to smash the fragile aluminum into a flat, crushed disc. Damn, you feel stronger already. Starting at your hands, your muscles begin to contract and release, each time getting tighter, stronger, and more importantly - larger. The oddness travels up your arms, thickens your biceps, and broadens your shoulders. Soon, your neck and chest are as built as your arms. You give a few experimental flexes as your abs further define themselves. The strange, muscle-building changes flow down your legs, making them just as fit and strong as the rest of you. You curl your arm and kiss your massive, flexing bicep. You’re awesome! Whoah, you’re fucking ripped and strong, not at all like the puny weakling you were before. Yet, you feel oddly wool-headed. Your thoughts seem to be coming slower and slower, like they’re plodding through a marsh. You grunt in frustration at the realization. Sure, you’re a muscle-bound hunk now, but what good is it if you’re as dumb as a box of rocks? Your muscles flex in the most beautiful way, so you stop and strike a pose, mesmerized by your own appearance. Fuck thinking, that shit’s for losers! As if on cue, the familiar tingling gathers in your groin, and you dimly remember you have one muscle left to enlarge. If only you had the intelligence left to realize that your penis is not a muscle. In any event, your ample cock swells in size, thickening and lengthening until it’s ten inches long and almost three inches wide. Fuck, you’re hung! Churning audibly, your beanbag sways, but doesn’t show any outward sign of change. Oh well, it’s probably just like, getting more endurance or something. Lastly, the change hits your face. You can feel your jawbones shifting and sliding around, your skin changing to accommodate your face’s new shape. Once it’s finished, you feel your impeccable square jaw and give a wide, easy-going grin. You look awesome! You finish admiring yourself and adjust your comfortable clothes to better fit your new physique. Maybe there’s some bitches around you can fuck. Hell, as good as you look, you might have other dudes wanting you to fuck them too, no homo. | ||
Revision as of 03:46, 17 October 2021
Information
Bro Brew is a consumable item, a male counterpart of Bimbo Liqueur. It is also a transformation item reducing the player to a
(Historically, this sentence has never been completed.)
Description
This aluminum can is labelled as Bro Brew. It even has a picture of a muscly bare-chested man flexing on it. A small label in the corner displays: Demon Generals Warning: Bro Brews effects are as potent (and irreversible) as they are refreshing.
Obtained from
Owca, Tavern
Effects
Stat changes
- Fatigue decreases fatigue by 33
- Strength increases by 33
- Toughness increases by 33
- Intelligence decreases is set to 21 if higher than that and decreased by 1
- Libido increases by 4
- Lust is set to minimum of 40 because of Bro Body
Transformations
- [Breasts] Removes all breast and sets it back to 1 nipple per breast, Removes fuckable nipples, set nipple length to 0.25 if above 0.5, Removes lactation and Feeder perk
- [Penis] Sets it to 10 inches if shorter than that, sets thickness to 2.75 if thinner than that, if no balls grows 2 with a size of 3
- [No cock] Grows a 10 inch, 2.75 inch wide cock
- [No balls] grows 2 balls with a size of 3
- [Vagina] Removes vagina
- Femininity is set to 0
- Tone is set to 100
- Increases thickness by 50
Perks
Other
- If the character ever loses all their penises they will grow a 10" long and 2.75" wide cock.
- If their penis ever drops below 10" in length it increases to 10", and thickens to 2" if narrower.
- If they are missing their testicles they gain a pair of 3" diameter balls.
- Drinking Bimbo Liqueur and having both Bimbo perks allows you to obtain the ‘Futa Faculties’ and ‘Futa Form’ perks if Bro Brew is also consumed.
After Bimbo Liqueur
When taken after Bimbo Liqueur these effects occur instead.
- [Tallnes <77] Increase player tallnes to 77
- Sets tone to 100
- [No cock] Grows a 10 inch, 2.75 inch wide cock
- [No balls] grows 2 balls with a size of 3
- [Intelligence >35] Sets intelligence to 35 and decreases it by 0.1
- [Libido < 50] Sets libido to 50 and increases it by 0.1
- Lose Bimbo Body and Bimbo Brains and gain Futa Faculties and Futa Form
In-game description on consumption
Well, maybe this will give you the musculature that you need to accomplish your goals. You pull on the tab at the top and hear the distinctive snap-hiss of venting, carbonating pressure. A smoky haze wafts from the opened container, smelling of hops and alcohol. You lift it to your lips, the cold, metallic taste of the can coming to your tongue before the first amber drops of beer roll into your waiting mouth. It tingles, but it’s very, very good. You feel compelled to finish it as rapidly as possible, and you begin to chug it. You finish the entire container in seconds. A churning, full sensation wells up in your gut, and without thinking, you open wide to release a massive burp. It rumbles through your chest, startling birds into flight in the distance. Awesome! You slam the can into your forehead hard enough to smash the fragile aluminum into a flat, crushed disc. Damn, you feel stronger already. Starting at your hands, your muscles begin to contract and release, each time getting tighter, stronger, and more importantly - larger. The oddness travels up your arms, thickens your biceps, and broadens your shoulders. Soon, your neck and chest are as built as your arms. You give a few experimental flexes as your abs further define themselves. The strange, muscle-building changes flow down your legs, making them just as fit and strong as the rest of you. You curl your arm and kiss your massive, flexing bicep. You’re awesome! Whoah, you’re fucking ripped and strong, not at all like the puny weakling you were before. Yet, you feel oddly wool-headed. Your thoughts seem to be coming slower and slower, like they’re plodding through a marsh. You grunt in frustration at the realization. Sure, you’re a muscle-bound hunk now, but what good is it if you’re as dumb as a box of rocks? Your muscles flex in the most beautiful way, so you stop and strike a pose, mesmerized by your own appearance. Fuck thinking, that shit’s for losers! As if on cue, the familiar tingling gathers in your groin, and you dimly remember you have one muscle left to enlarge. If only you had the intelligence left to realize that your penis is not a muscle. In any event, your ample cock swells in size, thickening and lengthening until it’s ten inches long and almost three inches wide. Fuck, you’re hung! Churning audibly, your beanbag sways, but doesn’t show any outward sign of change. Oh well, it’s probably just like, getting more endurance or something. Lastly, the change hits your face. You can feel your jawbones shifting and sliding around, your skin changing to accommodate your face’s new shape. Once it’s finished, you feel your impeccable square jaw and give a wide, easy-going grin. You look awesome! You finish admiring yourself and adjust your comfortable clothes to better fit your new physique. Maybe there’s some bitches around you can fuck. Hell, as good as you look, you might have other dudes wanting you to fuck them too, no homo.