Jax was a local contractor who was building quite the reputation – and not a good one. It seemed he was always scheming for how he could prolong projects and add unexpected “costs” to the budget – all so he could pocket more for doing less. Knowing that gossip isn’t always right, I gave Jax the benefit of the doubt and hired him for a job – but I also kept close tabs on him. Hidden cameras around the place proved the rumors were sadly true.
Since I worked from home, I began playing music more loudly. It helps Me focus on work while you guys are making all that racket. He sneered in response. “Whatever you want, boss.” He probably figured it was time to grab his earbuds, but then he found that the music was actually kind of catchy. Before he knew it, it was time to clock out.
Within a few weeks – when the project should have been done, but having received excuse after excuse along the way – it felt like the subliminals were finally beginning to sink into his subconscious as I noticed his eyes struggling to stay open on one of the hidden cams. I entered the room.
It’s getting hard, isn’t it, Jax? Go ahead and feel it. It’s so right to just enjoy it as you go ahead and remove your shirt now and feel up those hard nipples too.
That’s it Jax. You’ve been thinking for so long about how to make an extra buck but sometimes it just feels so much better to not think at all. And with every tweak of that nipple, you find yourself just letting go more and more. Letting go of that need to always be thinking. Letting go of all your inhibitions.
The weeks of programming had set the groundwork, but I knew the only way to make sure he wasn’t screwing over others was to ensure that being screwed by Me was all he now craved. His growing desire to please Me would help him to work so much harder on the job.
“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.
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.
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