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The Good Jock Valentine

“Welcome to my home, Coach. I’ve loved listening to your stuff. It’s really helped me out in the gym.”

Yeah? I would love to see that, jock.

“I don’t know Coach. Before I transformed my body, I was just a shy geek. You made me a lot more confident, but sometimes I still feel shy. And meeting you is one of those times.’

Ah, don’t be shy. You’re a good jock. And GOOD JOCKS OBEY. That’s right. Be a good obedient jock right now and take off your shirt.


I see you changed your mind about taking off your shirt.

“Nah, I was just getting a bit hot.”

I see. Maybe if if it’s so hot, you should take your pants off too.

“And just be in my underwear?”

No different from a swimming pool. GOOD JOCKS OBEY. Good jocks strip away resistance. Remove your inhibitions as you remove your pants. I know which files you have been listening to, jock, and what you crave deep down. You want to be one of My fitdimwits.

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The Bath

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The Meathead Boyfriend

It was hard to believe that it had only been a year ago. Coach had gifted My partner Leo some files to make him a real meathead. Or was it more a gift for me? I guess it was what we both wanted.

I loved seeing Leo be all dumb and aloof, which usually only happened after a session with Coach.
But these recordings… man, did they end up taking him under right away and having immediate effect. He sat in his chair in his robe as I played the file for him, and I let Coach’s words do their magic.

Soon he had drifted off into trance as he stroked himself to Coach’s voice. When he began to come too, I could tell something was different. He was just so focused on his cock.


Not that I could blame him! But it was almost like he was trying to think with it.
And then he stood up and flexed for me!

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The Farmhand

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The Contractor

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.


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Making the Team

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Another Dumb Himbo

“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.


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Flashback Friday: Strip Tease

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.


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