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It started innocently enough as he began to admire the muscled builds that a job of labor combined with gym time could build. The company had a basic weight room that many of the guys used to let off some steam during their lunch break, and he found himself doing the same. That lust for more muscle kept evolving though into a lust for muscle. That admiration of men’s physiques grew into attraction, and then a desire that just kept growing stronger. He tried to shake it, but every time, the lust just came back stronger. He’d never thought of men in that way, but the more he hung out in this environment, the more he found himself fantasizing.
Even though more men in general were catching his eye, it really was the hard-working studs he worked with that turned him on most. Something about both being blue collar guys in uniform, getting sweaty together from a hard day’s work, just really began to drive him wild. Though he still showered, he found himself starting to skip deodorant and cologne. For some reason, they had begun to overwhelm his nose, but natural musk started to smell better and better. Not only was he loving how he was smelling, but sometimes he would sneak into the work locker room and find an unlocked unit with some sniffworthy clothes in it. Soon he was spitting on his dick and masturbating to the smells and fantasies on the sly.
Yet soon the lustful pleasure again overwhelmed him as he continued to further stroke to the programming. As the programming removed his inhibitions, his clothes further slipped off until he was completely naked in the vehicle.
Continue to strip those clothes off as you strip away any remaining resistance you have to becoming that simple himbo that loves to have fun. There’s no need to overthink things when you think with your dick, because your dick simply thinks about what makes it so very hard. You can feel it pulsing at the thought of becoming more of a himbo and it throbs as you imagine all the various scenarios you will get to enjoy as you become that complete and total himbo. You may still be very intelligent when it comes to work or things like that, but when it’s time to relax, you find it so easy to put those thoughts that you simply do not need away.
Let go of all those smarts that simply get in the way. Strip away that unnecessary knowledge. Strip away that intelligence. Feel it all draining down, down, down. Left only with that basic knowledge needed to survive.
Let go of all those inhibitions that simply get in the way. Strip away those insecurities. Strip away those fears. You simply do not need them, so let them disappear from that mind right now. Left simply with those base instincts driving you.
Let go of any lingering resistance. Simply unable to resist the pleasure of relaxation. Simply unable to resist transforming into the dimwitted himbo jock you have longed to be. It’s all so very simple as you become that very basic himbo only worried about his basic desires and urges.
Let go further with every piece of apparel you strip off. Stripping down to nothing on that body. Stripping down to nothing in that mind. Stripping down, down, down to the basics of being simple.