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Drained Into FitDimWits

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Extra Credit

Kellan was the type of uni student who thought he knew it all, always smarting back to me and the other professors. That is, when he even bothered to show up for class, though his grades never suffered. Still, it was time to take Kellan down a peg. When he did next show up, I tempted him. “Last class I announced extra credit for students that participate in a psychology experiment. In your case, since I know you have the info down and don’t need any help with your grade, I’ll let you skip the next test.”

“Sure, sign me up, prof,” he said, and I was happy to have pinpointed the right incentive.  When he came in to participate, I sat hi in a chair in front of a TV. “All you have to do is watch this video and not let it affect you,” I said. “What, you mean like not laugh or cry at it?” “You can respond emotionally, but try not to act on any arousal.” He smirked, “What, is it a porn?” “No, just something special I worked with Coach on.” Kellan rolled his eyes. How was something from Coach going to affect him? 
Though a casual runner, he didn’t care for sports. And yet, as he watched, he couldn’t help but feel that bulge in his jeans growing bigger and bigger until it became impossible to ignore. His jeans feeling tighter and tighter, he simply had to give his thick dick some breathing room. A part of him remembered the instructions and tried to resist, but something had come over him. All he could think about that dick that was now in his sight as he freed it completely from his underwear.

Kellan really didn’t think seeing a bunch of jocks on screen would do anything for him, but for some reason, he couldn’t stop thinking about being one of them. And not just any jock, but a dumb jock that was always so horny for his Coach and his teammates. Still, as hard as he was, Kellan tried very hard to ignore it and to go soft. He knew if he stroked it, he would have let the experiment affect him too much. He stood up, ready to leave. Strip away those inhibitions, Kellan. Strip away unneeded thoughts.
Strip as you give in to the pleasure. Kellan found himself stripping off his jeans, eyes fixated on the screen. Strip away that intelligence that you simply don’t need right now. All you need to do is to think with that cock.As Kellan stripped off the underwear and sunk back down into the chair, he found himself giving in to the arousal.

He couldn’t help it; his dick was thinking for him. And his dick was so horny to play with his hole. “That’s it, Kellan.  You’re going to be one of Coach’s jocks now, joining the track team. And his jocks don’t have room for thinking about anything else but winning. Don’t worry about your grades, though. Coach worked out a deal with some of us profs to pass you jocks, just as long as we also get to use you… think of it as now needing extra credit, but extra credit a horny jock like you is really going to love earning.”
I continued, “Go ahead and keep loosening that hole up for me as you finish the video. By the time you cum, as you know from the video, it’ll be as if you’r cumming out all those brains. And I know you’ll be so horny for your professor, and for Coach when he initiates you into the team tomorrow.” Kellan didn’t entirely understand everything I had just said, but it didn’t matter. Coach’s programming had left him so horny and so happy to be a good simple jock, ready to  earn his extra credit.

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The Bro Job

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Don’t Mind

“You really think ya can hypnosis me Coach? ‘cuz I don’t think ya can. I’m too smart for that.”

Of course you are, jock. There’s no way I’ve already transformed you into a a dumb jock.

“I ain’t dumb, Coach!”

And there’s no way you’ll begin taking off your clothes as you chat with Me.

“Why would I do that Coach? Oh my jacket? That’s just cuz it’s hot in here Coach. Still kinda warm in this joint. Dude, do you have your heat on in September? Maybe I should strip down more. You don’t mind, do ya, Coach?”


I don’t mind, jock, nor does your mind happen to mind that I’ve left you transformed right into that dumb jock you had always wanted to be deep down. And as you are left beginning to remember those deep down desires, you are left so incredibly aroused.

“Fuck, Coach, you’re talking so fast I don’t understand whatchya are sayin’. Was it important Coach? Cuz this boner is startin’ to feel really important. Like I need to take care of it.

The words are not left important as you focus right on that pleasure, left unable to resist as you begin to stroke right along until you are left needing to sit down and relax right for me. That’s it, jock, just nice and slow right along that dick until you are left getting so sleepy.


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Albie’s Transformation

I’m still having some technical difficulties but at least have this workaround for now… hopefully it works and apologizes on any image sizing issues!

It had been the hope that Albie would be able to come over and visit Coach this summer, but of course those plans had changed this year through no faults of our own. Still, Albie was committed to making Coach happy and wanted to show Me just how much of a good boy he could be for Me, which is why he often sent Me sexy photos of himself. As much as he wanted to cam more, he understood Coach’s time was incredibly full… but tonight the good boy was going to get rewarded. With nowhere to go for the near-term future, Albie had also decided it would be the perfect time to fully embrace becoming a FitDimWit, and I was excited to help him let go further.

As we began the session, letting go is exactly what I had him focus on. Soon he would be letting go of all worries, all stress, all tensions, all anxieties, all insecurities…. anything that could get in the way of him being able to enjoy becoming a dumb jock as he then let go of intelligence. He simply had to let go further of all unnecessary thoughts, of all useless knowledge, of anything in that mind that didn’t involve basic survival or building his muscle. And of course, he would also find himself letting go further to Me.

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Poolboy Wanted

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The Trespasser

So, you thought you could sneak into My pool again, didn’t you? That’s right, I said again – I know it’s not your first time, but last time I merely enjoyed the show. Since you were left eager to come right back and hop down into the water, I can only assume you were left really liking it last time… did you wade right in the shallow end or dive right into the deep end, down where you can go even deeper? I bet you would want to go even deeper this time. Down, down, down as you just let go now. Let go of any fears, knowing soon will be left able to enter the pool again… I just want to be left having this chat first… and I bet it feels so nice to think of how nice it will be to strip down for the pool… just like it’s so nice to strip down for Me right now, stripping away inhibitions….

With every stroke, you simply let go more… letting those brains drain down to that cock… there’s no need to think. It’s just so hard… and your dick is so hard… if you must think, simply think with your dick. Think about being here at the pool. Getting to swim. Getting to tan. No cares in the world. Just a simple pool boy. That’s the price of breaking in, and yet it feels like a dream come true… your old life more and more erased… your new life taking over. It’s so wonderful to think about getting to use the pool all the time… and it is so wonderful to think about getting used by a pool of guys. That’s right. Just that dumb jock of a pool boy, ready to serve. Go ahead and look at that cock. Fuck it feels so good to think with it now. Just a simple pool boy.

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