As you relax in that pool, you know you’ve worked so hard as a businessman to build and afford this place.
But a part of you has longed for a simpler life. It might still involve hard work, yet it’s real man’s work you can feel good about. Most importantly, you can simply just let go of who you were and become the fantasy you have longed to be.
From now on, you will transform into a dumb, horny redneck whenever you slip on your special cowboy boots.
“Coach, ah knows ah feel mighty diffrunt when ah slip these boots on, as enny fool kin plainly see.
Ah so be hankerin’ t’thank yo’… howsabout yo’ slip sumpin in me?”
Each sniff of that jock dumbs you down further… you are coming a dumb jock…. obsessed with working out…. and working as a dumb laborer to help pay your way.
Just becoming more simple with each and every inhale of that sweat… that stench… this is the jock of a man that works out… and has a lot of sex…
Sniff that jock… and realize this is what your jocks will smell like.
The aroma of that jock continues to make changes inside of your mind… you can feel it. Making you more simple. Complex thoughts are just so hard now.
Hard… just like your cock. This is what you think with from now on. Always so very horny. Always such simple needs. Muscle and sex.
When I wake you up, you’ll experiment with the toy I have provided for you… at first just getting used to it… but the more you feel it inside of you… the more you enjoy it.
“Damn Coach, this sorta feels nice. Never thought me bottom.
You feel more pleasure each time Jed licks your ass. And the more pleasure you feel, the more you accept completely that wearing these cowboy boots automatically turns you from the a tough city guy you normally are to a dumb horny bottom for my farmslave Jed.
When you wake up still wearing those boots, you’ll just be a mindless country slut needing a good breeding and you won’t return to your normal self until those boots come off.
I’m going to let Jed here decide when those boots come off. Jed, you’ve been working so hard to build muscle at the farm. He’s yours ’til you tire of him.
