First Friday of the Month features a flashback to a previous story, sometimes with improvements added. Original Here.
“You really notice changes Coach? You’re not just sayin’ that?”
I definitely do, stud.
At one time, Gabe had been incredibly studious, on track for a Ph. D. But like many students, he began to get burnt out by both the stress and costs of higher education. He’d already been enjoying My hypnosis to get motivated for the gym when he decided he’d become even more of musclehead. Although he was only beginning to transform his body, I could tell his mind was already enjoying being so much simpler. It’s why he enjoyed looking in the mirror at his growing physique so much.
“Awesome Coach.
Damn, look at these muscles. Love how swole I’m gettin’.
Just gotta keep getting pumped up ya, Coach.
Fuckin’ love how hard my pecs are gettin’, Coach.”
That hard muscle just makes you hard too, doesn’t it, stud?
Jiang had enjoyed transforming his body with My hypnosis, and one of his favorites was the Musclehead file that helped him focus on just muscle in the gym.
Now that he had built up a bigger body, he was ready to take things even further… instead of just having that trigger to be simple, he was ready to become a total musclehead.
After making sure this was truly what the muscle stud wanted, I took him into a nice relaxing trance where the seeds of that total transformation were planted via the hypnotic suggestions.
The bulge grew in his briefs, indicating to Me just how much he truly desired this change deep down.
As he woke, the muscle hunk was already feeling different than before. Jiang felt so proud of his muscles, and loved the idea of showing off his body for Coach.
Yet, he was also incredibly horny – and the changes were only just beginning.
The more he focused on his muscles, the harder it became to focus on anything else but how much pleasure that muscle gave him.
He needed to build them bigger. He needed to flex and pose for Coach.
More and more, Jiang realized he was beginning to think with his dick.
“Yo, Coach, I’m feeling like such a jock! Loving that I’m starting to get ripped for you. I’ve been curious to try being a dumb jock but I already am just an average student, what if I get too dumb?”
Then we’ll just have to find a way for you to make a living off that body, won’t we, jock?
“I don’t know Coach. I’m usually pretty shy. But I would love that. There’d be nothing better than just being a total himbo.”
Good boy. Sleep, jock, and strip for me. That’s it, just let go to My voice as you also let go of all that timidness and all those inhibitions.
As you stroke that dick for me now, you feel all of your intelligence draining down into that cock with every stroke.
It just feels so much better to think with your dick. Thinking with your dick feels good. It feels good to put your brain there. And a littler head means less room for all those unimportant things, so just forget more and more about all those subjects you learned in school and everything else until your brain is small enough to fit in your dick.
That’s it, everything is simply draining down now. Resistance is draining away. Inhibitions are draining away. Your intelligence is draining away.
First Friday of the Month features a flashback to a previous story, sometimes with improvements added; though delayed by a week due to travels and wanting to promote the new himbofication file. More files coming soon. Original version of this story here.
Petra was finishing last year of college, but he was beginning to have regrets about choosing to study pre-law. The idea of many more years of law school for a field he was finding increasingly partisan and tedious simply had lost its lust. He knew his father, a name partner at one of the city’s top firms, would be disappointed if he dropped out. The fear of disappointing his dad had been enough to keep him on track, but that fear disappeared when he caught his dad having an affair with his secretary. Angry over his pop’s betrayal of his mom, Petra decided it was time to let go of expectations and obligation. He had grown a bit envious of one of his friends that was having a blast as a go-go dancer after also dropping out of the university, and that friend referred the young jock to Me. I had him find a comfortable position where he could just relax to my voice.
As we worked on having him let go of any feelings of familial duty, it soon become clear how much he was loving to let go – and every piece of clothing he removed helped him to let go further as I continued to hypnotize him, his button-up shirt the first to go as his eyes continued to glaze over.
You find yourself letting go more. Simply letting go of all those inhibitions. Letting go of all that stress. Just so ready for a simple life, with a simple mind, and a simple job perfect for a body like yours.And so it continued until I awoke the sexy young stud, now a horny fitdimwit ready to show off for Me. “Yo Coach! I’m gonna book a gig down at the strip joint. Wanna see my moves?” The lad stood up and buttoned his jeans back up, only to begin undoing them again – this time sexily dancing as he did.
Calvin was ready to let go. Just out of a nasty divorce, he simply wanted to forget all about all the years he’d wasted with a narcissist and wanted to focus on having fun himself.
He did worry the baggage of a bad relationship would keep him from being able to relax and just enjoy simple fun times out on the town, which is part of why he enlisted My help – but it didn’t take much to get Calvin to start relaxing to My voice.
Soon he was stripping down to his briefs and finding a place he could comfortably let go to My suggestions, as I began to strip him of any inhibitions that would keep him from transforming into a new, better version of himself.
After all, a hot body like that should not be wasted, and it was time Calvin realized that for himself.
As soon as the water hits you, you are going to find yourself becoming a total himbo. You will just find that you become much more focused on thinking with that dick. And as you become more aroused, every stroke will help you to shift your brain cells down to your other head.
Calvin’s expression went blank as soon as that water did hit. “Coach, I feel a bit dizzy,” he said, as he braced himself against the shower wall. “My brain feels like it’s washing down.”
It’s just going to your dick, Calvin. Let it happen and enjoy it.
Calvin turned back around, stroking his hung penis in the shower as the water continue to wash over his hairy muscles. Soon, he was giving in to the suggestions and feeling like a total himbo that would think with his dick from now on.
Justin woke up looking rather confused, but Mogan couldn’t help but smile. He had been harassed by Justin for weeks at their college, mocked for being gay. Even worse is that his ShowItAll4Fans account had been exposed with some embarrassing-to-the-wrong-crowd videos leaked. I had managed to convince the jock to come by My office for some workout motivation, but slowly I had been working on something else. This was the final stage.
How are you two lovers doing?
“Lovers, what the fuck are you talking about?”
“Don’t be shy, babe. Coach doesn’t mind” And with that, Mogan slid over the confused jock and began to kiss him. Initial shock soon gave in to pleasure and passion. Though he fronted as straight, it was obvious from the getgo Justin had been denying his true self – in no thanks due to a religious upbringing. Yet, people don’t just stumble across ShowItAll4Fans accounts without looking at the accounts themselves. All I had to do was help him let go of those inhibitions and fears that had been instilled inside of him, and soon he was giving in to his lust – a lust that Mogan would confirm as he felt the big bulge in his former bully’s pants.
Given the torment he was subjecting his college bro to, it wasn’t enough for Me to just help him accept his sexuality though. I made sure that he would never want to displease Mogan again – for his new Sir’s pleasure was now his pleasure. And he would do anything to sexually please his Sir.
And while that sometimes meant sucking Mogan’s dick, it often meant being fucked on video for all their fans to see. Yep, Justin had gone from calling My buddy a pornslut to becoming a total slut for the camera himself.
Though they’d go on to fuck often and make some cash as they did, it was always Mogan’s money to control (that is, the portion that didn’t go to Coach for helping Mogan become a camwhore in the first place, as I continued to hypnotize both the young men). And Justin loved having his new Sir control everything. It felt so right to give in and become a horny bottom pig to the Alpha.
And as Mogan came all over Justin’s smooth body, it marked the newly out gay as his property – and nothing had ever made Justin feel so happy.
JD was the type of rich, preppy fratboy that seemed to have everything figured out – even if that was partially because so much had been handed to him, including good genetics. But sometimes the ones that are the most convinced they are above everyone else, are the ones that so easily slip down below them. So it was when JD spotted me in a park wearing a hypnosis t-shirt. “There’s no way that’s real.” I explained to him how he had been left with preconceived notions right from movies and right from TV, but that real hypnosis worked right in other ways. “There’s no way it works on me then.” I told him how he might be right, as one had to be left willing to open their mind right up to suggestions in order for the hypnosis to work. If you are left thinking about it, it is hot what can be revealed.”
Why did you take off your shirt?
“Because it’s getting hot.”
And you thought that when I said it was hot, only to reveal your body to me.
“What? No, that’s just a coincidence.”
Perhaps you are right, but I bet I am also right that you have been left more suggestible right in that mind than you have been left admitting, and I know that you know I’m right. And you are left perfectly safe right with me, so go ahead and let right go to the possibilities. Because if you are left opening up to the possibilities, doesn’t that just feel so right deep down? Of course it does.” And so it went as I continued to answer for him, convincing him further and further of the potential of hypnosis.
“I’m still not sure I believe in hypnosis,” JD told me as he stood naked in a bedroom, not realizing he had already been in a deep trance and filled with my suggestions that echoed in his subconscious mind.
This time, though, I wanted him to feel the power of hypnosis. Then why are you naked in this bedroom with me?
A flash of awareness spread across his face, and his face began to look increasingly panicked. “Why can’t I move?”
Because I also suggested that everything but your mouth and eyes would be frozen in place. But don’t worry… you have allowed this to happen because you want this to happen. Deep down, you have wanted to let go to a simpler life.
No more expectations. No more needing to be perfect. Just nice and simple for your new Coach.
As he submitted, I allowed him to relax on the bed and began to have him stroke himself for Me. Every stroke, of course, would help him further let go of all thoughts and all intelligence, until only a simple musclehead remained. As he found himself less able to think, he no longer questioned everything – which meant the suggestions I told him were now true, indeed had become true for him.
“Of course hypno is real Coach! Don’t I always go under for you? Fuck, you’ve helped me get so huge!”
Pleased with his instant progress, I decided it was time let it all sink in..
Stroke for Me until you cum out those brains, boy, and feel the changes become permanent.
“Hey Coach,” JD stopped by the window while out for a morning jog. I could tell he had been hitting the lifting harder as well, with pecs that were already looking bigger than before. Having the meathead move into the apartment I showed him, as he used his trust fund to pay Me rent, was a brilliant move that kept him close for regular programming, and I loved having My newest muscle toy so close to Me he could stop by on his jog.
I would be taking advantage of both his body and his obedience, tempered with hypnotic amnesia, later on. For now, I was just going to enjoy waking up to a little bit of eye candy. Hey JD, you’re looking good. Let’s see My good boy flex for his Coach.
Jaysen was on the way to being valedictorian of his college class, but the grind began to get to him. He longed for ways to just escape from it all and simplify his life. When he found my files online, it wasn’t enough. He knew he was the type of jock I wanted in my program, so he sent in some photos to apply for the program. Impressed with I saw, I soon invited him out. He was all smiles as I arrived, impressing Me by being early for his training.
“Coach, I’m so glad I found you! I’ve been looking over the options you sent, and I’d love the poolboy tract, Coach.”
That’s a popular tract. You enjoy swimming?
“I love it Sir, I feel so at home in the water!”
Of course, it’s not all fun and relaxation. You’ll have to earn your keep.It just will be a low-stress way of earning it.
“I understand, Coach.”
Very good. Go ahead and get comfortable on the futon, and when you are ready, begin to gently stroke that cock as you listen to My voice. And as we relax you down, we will also dumb you down into a more simple state of existence. It is good to be simple. Being simple is good. It is so simple to drift deep for Me right now because going deep for Me feels so good. It feels so good to go deep, it is just that simple. It is so easy for you to go deep for Me when you are just a simple jock. You are a simple jock. It is so simple for you to go so deep for Me right now.
And so the training continued over the next week. We would often change up the location of the session, but wherever we were, Jaysen would wake up feeling so good to be so simple. He could feel it as we drained his ‘brains’ out until they were so small, they fit in his other head. That is where his brains would be from now on..
When he wasn’t waking up with a big old smile, he was waking up staring at his dick. “Whoa Coach. Can’t belief my brains fits down there now.”
His dick would often think about how good it was to simply obey. And his dick felt better and better to just submit and obey. I(f he was told to strip, he did. If he was told to flex, he did. If he was told to get on his knees and suck off Coach, he did. It was just so simple to obey.
His already fit body continued to tone as he hit the gym even harder, knowing that the one area he was still smart was the gym. He could easily learn and remember lifting techniques, and keep track of his reps, macros and stats – even as other numbers began to confuse him.
Every stroke cemented his status as a fitdimwit. It was so hard to think about anything except making sure his dick was hard – and more importantly, that Coach’s dick was hard.
Karl had been coming to My gym for a while now, and he was becoming a real musclehead. Of course, I had been helping him with that. He dropped for Me so easily as he began to let his brains drain down to his cock. It always felt so good to think with his dick because what his dick wanted was more muscle. Hard muscle made his dick hard, and his hard dick made him want more muscle. It was such a simple way to live, and it felt so good to live so simply. Karl loved being a simple musclehead that was so easily aroused by muscle.
Even, and perhaps especially, his own muscle turned him on. After his work outs, Karl loved to flex and pose for Me. His hard dick would continue to throb as he flexed his hardening muscles. Fuck he felt so pumped up after a session. It was like every lift he did made his dick harder, and as if flexing now made him more aroused than ever. It also made him so very horny for Coach, and when he was done flexing for Me, he would start to assume the position. His gleeful grin showed Me he was loving being simple. Simply getting bigger. Simply loving to flex.
And simply loving to get fucked by Coach.
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First Friday of the Month features a flashback to a previous story, sometimes with improvements added. Original Here.
My buddy Darnell was having a string of luck on the stock market; his wise investments had paid off. And they were about to pay off for Me too as he hired Me to help mold a new houseboy.
Jaime had already been serving in the role for about a month, but it was obvious his head wasn’t in it. He had never wanted to take this position, but he had been forced to drop out of college to help out his family. And while their situation had improved, his job outlook had not. It didn’t help that my friend wasn’t Jaime’s type – a point he made sure I knew as he showed off his lean body.
Still, it was fairly easy for Me to get Jaime to relax… and once he did, we started molding him to be more comfortable with his role. Over and over he was reminded of how he should be so grateful for the opportunity and how it felt so good to be making Darnell happy. He was told that it was completely natural that houseboys work in the nude – being naked was going to be his natural state from now on. I had a brief moment of concern when he seemed to wake and smile at Me… but he simply needed to take his clothes off. He slipped off his jeans and boxers as we continued.
Back in trance, I know new I could take things even further – he had already responded so well. It would be easy to make him Darnell’s slave, but Darnell had made it clear he wanted a houseboy that wasn’t mindlessly obedient but who would still love being sexy for my bud. Still, if I wasn’t going to enslave him, I needed to find another way to make him think that he didn’t have any other options so that he would never be tempted to leave. I needed to make him a fitdimwit.
And that’s exactly what I did as I allowed each stroke to make him dumber.
All your knowledge from school starts to travel down to your dick… all your brains are just traveling down to your cock… and when you cum… you’re going to find that you ejaculate everything that made you smart. That’s right. You’re going to cum your brains out and be left as one of my fit dimwits….
By the time he did shoot his load, he would think it had been high school he had dropped out of… but he didn’t mind. He had lucked out with a great job where he didn’t really need to think…. unless it was with his dick. And it was nice knowing he would never have to want for anything. He was free. Free of the stresses of the working world. Free of needing to worry about things like rent or utilities. Free from restrictive clothing. Free of inhibitions.
For a while, all he could do was stare at his dick… but then he finally spoke up.
“Bro. Being a house boy is tight as fuck. Don’t gotta think. Just gotta work it. All I do is pump muscle, landscape, and let the old man fuck me. Price I gotta pay for the good life, ya’know, Coach?
But dude. The place is sweet. And I love just doing. Don’t got to think ’bout nothin’!”
Being a houseboy meant Jaime would have his own room rent-free so long as he kept up with his duties around the house – including the sexual duties he was now more than willing to let my buddy use him for. And Jaime was now primed and ready to show his boss just how much he appreciated the job.
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