Santa was surprised that the elves had given him his presents early this year.
Sugarplum had given Santa delicious eggnog. Snowflake had given the gift of a relaxing hypnosis playlist.
And Twinkle had given Santa a jock made special just for him. It seemed odd to Santa, but he decided to try it on that night anyway as he laid down.
The eggnog had made him feel sleepy, but he figured he’d throw on the hypnosis too. He had a big night of delivering toys ahead, and he needed his rest.
Little did Santa know that the elves had infused all three items with Christmas magic. The eggnog he had drank right before bed made his mind open to change. The hypnosis suggested the changes. And the jock was to cement the outcome…
That Santa would transform into a jock.
Santa couldn’t believe how amazing he felt when he woke up.
“I’ll have no problems going down the chimneys this year!” he twinkled, followed with a “Ho Ho Ho” deeper than he’d ever given before. “And I’m sure the toy sack will feel lighter than ever!”
“You’re not afraid the kids will be disappointed?”
“No, but Mrs. Claus may be… I seem…. different somehow.”
“That’s because you’re final present for Christmas…. is us!”
Just relax and feel how strong you’ve been getting for me. Go ahead. Picture yourself looking in the mirror. Turn around and see how your body has shaped up. You have so many reasons to be proud. You are a beast. And yet, it’s not enough. You want to get bigger. You need to get bigger. You are becoming so obsessed with muscle.
When I wake you up, you’re going to flex for me, feeling yourself getting more and more pumped for your next workout. And after you push yourself in the gym, you’re going to come back and flex for me again -for you want to make Coach proud as you go from muscle beast to muscle freak.
All you want in life is big muscle. You will do anything for it… including become a muscleslave.
You want to get bigger not just because we both like the way it looks, but because love the thought of using your muscles to help protect your Master.
As you look in the mirror now, you can see it now… you are becoming a bodyguard. Allowing your mind to be so simple as you simply rely on your instincts and strengths. Building your body even bigger so you can guard even better.
“Oh just you Coach. Whatchya doin’ here man?”
I just came to see how you liked helping secure your master’s property slave.
“Love it Coach. He off pickin’ up supplies. Me guard. Just did round. How about a quickie before me check again?”
Continue to look at the musclemen in that book. You’ve spent many sessions staring at them, easily drifting into trance as you stare at their pecs… biceps… more. Knowing deep down you have wanted to do anything to look like them. And because of that, it’s been so easy for you to submit more and more during each session.
Submitting to me as you work out for me. Submitting to me as you eat right for me. Submitting to me knowing that I am pleased when you build muscle, and my pleasure is your pleasure.
My pleasure is your pleasure. You accept that totally now. It’s not just building muscle – any pleasure you bring me feels good. It’s when you do anything to please me. Go ahead and stroke your cock for me now, knowing that it’d please me as you do.
By the time you cum, you’ll have completely submitted to me. You’ve worked to build the muscle for me, and I am so pleased. Now it’s time to keep pleasing me as my muscle slave. You wanted those muscles at any cost, and you accept this is the price. Feel yourself become my owned property when you cum.
Such a good muscle slave, knowing that it pleases me when you clean for me.
Do a good job, and Master will reward you later.
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“Master, I have done all you have asked. I am here to please you.”
Good slave. Now get on the bed and prepare for your reward.
And in this state, you know that you love that you’ve been getting so big for Coach.
You want to get even bigger for Coach. You want to become his prized muscled toy.
The thought of just being a simple-minded muscle toy makes you so horny, for you know that toys are meant to be used… and you can’t wait for Coach to use you and all those big, sexy muscles.
“Shit, Coach, that shower felt good.
Muscles feel all fresh like.. just check out my guns, dude!”
As you look into the mirror in this relaxed state, it’s so easy for you to see your ideal self looking back at you. You’ve worked so hard to become such a powerful, muscular guy that can get by on his muscles. And because you can get by on your muscles, you know you’re finally at the point where absolutely nothing else matters. Only muscle. That man in the mirror loves when he works up a sweat getting even bigger. That man in the mirror loves when his muscles are worshiped. That man in the mirror is a total meathead. Go ahead… reach your arms out to that mirror now….and feel him take over you.
“Fuck yeah Coach, check out my muscle. You wanna feel Coach?
Or you wanna wait til I’m even more pumped after I go lift?”
