The big bodybuilder thought he didn’t need hypnosis. He already had made incredible progress on his own. I couldn’t deny him this, and yet – how long before he burnt out? Was he even really enjoying the workouts anymore?  I began to talk to him about the desires he had deep down that led to bodybuilding in the first place.

“I bet working out is a wonderful way to just let go of all your stress and worries.” “I’m sure it feels so good when you are finished with a workout and can just relax those muscle.”

Slowly but surely, my key phrases were sinking in. It wasn’t long before he was beginning to enter a tranced state of flexing as I reminded him of his lust for muscle.

I could tell that all that talk of muscle was making his dick bulge as he fell under My control. Meanwhile, the crowd began to disappear as the sun began to set, so as I had him strip down further. Stripping off the remainder of his clothes would further strip away his will. Freeing his muscles would make him want to flex his muscles. Flexing his muscles would fill him with pleasure. It filled him with pleasure because he was flexing to please Me, and it always felt so good to please his Coach with muscle. Hard work meant hard muscle meant a hard dick. Lifting made him hard. Flexing made him harder.

Satisfied with the flexing of his muscles, I took him down deeper. “Relax now…. feel all energy and all intelligence flowing to your dick. Muscleheads find it hard to think about anything but muscle. You are a musclehead. You have a hard time thinking. Thinking is hard. Your dick is hard. Be a good fitdimwit and just think with your dick.” His dick shot up as the suggestions took hold. He loved being a musclehead with a renewed passion for lifting. I couldn’t wait to get him into My studio for the next session where we would turn that lust for muscle into a lust for Coach. His hairy ass would soon be Mine for the taking.