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.
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.
Noah was the type of guy that thought he was all that, and let people know it. His university’s star swim athlete, he was known just as much around campus for his bullying ways as he was for his accomplishments. On the rare occasions he showed up for class, he would sit in the back and mock other students he felt were nerds and geeks – whom he would later threaten until they helped him with his coursework. The one thing he did still care about was swimming, and he knew he needed good grades to stay on the team. I happened to catch him napping in the locker room as he waited for some nerds to finish his assignments. A hung jock, he was not shy about napping in the nude…. and I simply couldn’t resist giving him a few suggestions as he dozed.
When he woke, I wasn’t sure if it had been my suggestions that made him so comfortable chatting me up in the buff, or if it was his natural confidence. Either way, I had planted the seeds about how I could help him with his swimming.
“What’s up, Coach? I was waiting for you and guess I dozed off.”
Oh yeah? What about?
“Well, I overhead someone talking… not even sure who, just seem to kind of remember… that you do hypnosis to help jocks perform better. Do you think you could help me become a better swimmer? I mean, sure, I’m the best here, but I want to go even farther with my swimming career.”
Sure, Noah. My most effective technique involves stroking your cock, so go ahead and get comfortable in that chair. It’s time to be a good boy and stroke for Coach.
Thanks to my earlier suggestions, Noah didn’t give a second thought to how the phrase ‘good boy’ made his cock throb.
It didn’t take long before Noah’s eyes glazed over as he slowly stroked to my voice and suggestions. Even before his eyes closed, I could tell his mind was emptying of all thoughts. Little did he know, that they soon would empty of so much more.
You see, Noah wasn’t a dumb jock. Not yet. Sure, he didn’t do his homework, but that was because he was conceited and entitled, as he bullied and manipulated other kids into doing it. But that was not the kind of guy I wanted representing the team.
But in order to make him friendlier and more polite, I had to make him forget. And with guys like Noah, it’s not enough to make them forget about their ego… because if they remember at all that people lust for such a stud, it does not take long for that ego to come back. The only way to make it stick is to dumb them down to the point that they won’t think about how others treat them. All they can do is love how good it feels to be such a dumb, friendly jock.
So that’s just what I did, and it wasn’t long before Noah had zoned out completely – yet his dick was still so hard.
Deep down, this is what he wanted. This is what he craved. He hated himself inside for how he treated others, so he wanted to let go and lead a more simple and happy life. And as soon as he came, it was as if he was cumming out all the IQ that had drained down from his brain.
By the time he woke up, he didn’t even realize he had changed. He didn’t get why others were so intimidated by him… he was just a dumb friendly jock. But as word spread about how Noah had changed, the reception got much friendlier.
Noah came to the next swim meet early, more than ready to compete. This is what he had been training all week for – it’s not like he had much else to think about. Plus he knew he had geeks to be fucked by. Yes, you read that right – the very geeks that the former bully used to fuck over, were now fucking him. I conditioned Noah to believe that cum up his ass would help him perform better… and all the gay geeks were eager to sign up for the next chance to fuck such a hot dumb jock.
Given how dumb I had made the former jerk, it was the only way to keep up his grades so he could stay on the team. Yet none of the gay geeks minded… because instead of being used by a jerk, they were now getting to use the hottest stud on campus.
I’m not sure if Noah had been gay before – guys like him often are repressed or closeted. But it was easy enough to convince him that being fucked made him a better swimmer… and breaking personal bests and school records reinforced that freeing himself of all that toxic behavior as well as all unnecessary brains, truly helped him become one with the water.
Even if it started as a belief that it made him a better athlete, Noah had soon accepted he loved being fucked up the butt, and came out as gay. He was even profiled by a website that profiles gay athletes who are accepted by their teammates and schools.
Of course, there was no one Noah loved to be fucked by more than Coach.
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Coach actually works pretty hard to make sure stories look good when seen on a laptop; however Coach has realized that some of you might be seeing more white space than others depending on browser size (I think mobile stacks the photos and text, so is less of an issue). I’m presenting the same story below but saved as formatted photos. Let Coach know which way you like better (as well as if viewing from a laptop, tablet or smart phone), or if it makes a difference at all.
We have two new files for you, each with a half hour version and a version that’s slightly longer, and each helping with that fitness motivation!
The main one for that is Slave to the Gym which you can find on the recently relaunched musclemesmerizer.com – and despite it’s title, it is not about making you a slave but rather making you feel compelled to have workout and nutrition plans that you stick with because you want to please your ‘Master,’ the gym. Check it out here.
The second file starts with the same induction and also motivates you for that muscle, but it takes a decidedly more erotic turn. Even before the locker room fantasy to come, you’ll feel as if you are aged and dumbed down to a college student ready to be molded by two coaches. You later imagine yourself just a couple years older, now their prized jock, and they have some rewards for you – like letting you feel their flexing muscles and using you sexually like the good jock you are. While intelligence and age return to normal at the end, as do any relationships you have with any coach, you will be left with that drive to hit the weights and build that body.
Patrons, be sure to check http://patreon.com/themesmerizer for special discounts via IndieBill links exclusive to you. Everyone else can choose from the options below; IndieBill has binaural beats in the music background so contact Coach Josh if you’d like that swapped out; the other options have the standard version of the same track.
“Hey Coach, what brings you by?” Brody asked innocently enough. I had been working with him for some time on muscle motivation, but I knew the hot jock was now responding well enough that we could take him to the next level.
Within minutes I had him stroking for Me, every nice slow thrust of that hand over his dick taking him deeper and deeper… while also making him dumber and dumber.
Brody had been selected to be one of My fitdwimits, but first we had to make him love being such a dumb jock for Me. The eager stud had no problem imagining that his brains were draining down into his dick. His dick was hard… thinking was hard. He should just think with his dick.
And when he orgasmed, he would cum out some of his brains… or so he believed… and it would leave him a bit more permanently dumb each time.
Brody made an excellent addition and loved being a horny fitdimwit for his Coach.
Mikey had become so comfortable going into trance for Coach. He was almost completely comfortable being naked for a session now, though his last remaining bit of modesty had him covering up with a towel at the start.
Still, Coach felt Mikey was ready to become one of his fitdimwits, and soon Mikey was stroking right along to Coach’s suggestions about dumbing down. It just felt so good as he let go of all resistance and gave in to the pleasure of being so simple.
Coach also reinforced Mikey’s commitment to muscle – and his love for showing off to Coach. “Flex your arm right now and sense how strong you feel. The more you work out, the more that is all that matters. You do not need to think about anything else. Only about building muscle and pleasing Coach.”
Coach loved seeing the hairy stud flex while entranced. After the flexing, Coach returned to dumbing him down, leaving him feeling like his brain was traveling down to his thick dick.
When the jock woke, he kept starting at his cock. “Wow, Coach., my brains is small to fit in my dickhead, huh?” His mind was now as fuzzy as his body, and we both loved him this way.
James was so arrogant. The rich prepboy loved to boss me around at the exclusive club where I worked.
Little did he know that I had started mixing a special drug in his drinks. It started making him so horny for me, his smirk changing to a lustful gaze. When he loosened his tie and unbuttoned a little, I knew he was mine – for the special concoction also made him more suggestive.
He came back to my place for some hot sex, then crashed.
As he slept, I played relaxing music for him. But you and I both know it wasn’t just music. There was also my voice, guiding him and transforming him.
He slowly started becoming less and less of a snob and more and more of a dumb thug. Although he was already in decent shape, he became more obsessed with working out. After a few weeks, he even went to the tattoo parlor and started getting inked up. Soon he would be a boxer ready to fight in – or throw – any match for me.
For Jimmy, as he was now known, may have now appeared as a cocky boxer to the outside world… but whenever he came home to me, he was ready to get down on his knees and be my good boy.
We sold his condo, and I used that money to quit my job and focus on training Jimmy. Soon he didn’t even remember the condo, the club, or any of his old life. He was just a guy from the streets that was so glad I saw potential in him and is so willing to do anything for me.
Tonight is his first match, and the odds are against him – but I have a feeling he’ll win. I shipped his opponent a special case of his favorite sports drink a week ago…. mixed with my special concoction. I think I’ll give him a call to wish him luck in throwing the match right now. 😉
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