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Muscle on the Mind
Jameson was missing the gym. As much as he had enjoyed zoning out to some Tiger King and Animal Crossing, he was beginning to fear those bad habits – fine in moderation, but not in excess – were replacing his good habits that had helped him develop some solid muscles. As he searched for ways to stay motivated for muscle, he came across My hypnosis and realized that now was the perfect time to act on a desire he had always had deep down but never knew was possible until now… he just wanted to forget about everything else and become a total meathead. So I started to relax him.
That’s it… just feel that bulge in your pants already swelling bigger as the idea of becoming a total meathead begins to turn you on more and more. Go ahead and slip your hand down those pants now. Feel how much you want this. And because you want this, you will let go and give in to these desires. Even as you work out from home, you will still be obsessed with muscles – doing those push-ups, those chair dips, those moves with items of weight that continue to make you strong and pumped up. You’ll continue to eat for that muscle, as you fuel your growth. And nothing else will matter to you during this time than that muscle.
Flashback Friday: Think Muscle
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That’s it, jock. Just drift into that nice deep trance. It just feels so good to let right go as you do. Letting go more and more stress. Letting go more and more of worries. Letting go of anything that’s been holding you back from building that muscled body you have been craving deep down. All you need to think about is muscle. Focus on that muscle right now.
That’s it. Just flex and focus on that muscle you’ve been building so big. It’s all that matters to you. You simply need to grow it bigger.
That’s it. Just flex and focus on that muscle you’ve been building so big. It’s all that matters to you. You simply need to grow it bigger. As you strip off those clothes now, you find yourself able to strip away that intelligence. You simply do not need to think right now about anything but muscle. Just go ahead and stroke that cock now, and feel yourself dumbing down with every stroke. Simply letting go as any remaining brain cells simply drain right to your cock. Thinking is hard. Your dick is hard. Just start to think with your dick now.
Just go ahead and stroke that cock now, and feel yourself dumbing down with every stroke. Simply letting go as any remaining brain cells simply drain right to your cock. Thinking is hard. Your dick is hard. Just start to think with your dick now.
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A Good Time To Simplify
The chaos of the nation had impacted Stavros’ job, and he was ready for a simpler life. His downtime searching had led right to Me. Of course I was more than willing to help him, and I even had a job lead for a part-time gig he could work as hospitals sought to staff up. He would not need to think much at this job. He soon wouldn’t have to think much at all.
The only problem was, he was a total bottom – but I had different plans for him. He didn’t know it yet, but the slutty bottom boi soon would be one of My Alphas who loves to top.
All he knew, though, was that his life was about to change for the better as I filled him with the pleasure of simplicity – and he was already horny for change. “I can’t wait to be a FitDimWit for you, Coach. My ass is ready for you to take it anytime.”
Man, he had an incredible backside. Okay, so maybe he didn’t have to be a total top. Maybe I could just make him versatile, able to take advantage of him even as I made him a stud of a top otherwise. I already knew he was eager to please as he began to stroke his cock as instructed.
Jock Thinking
“Hey Coach, I’ve been doing some thinking.”
A jock like you shouldn’t be thinking too much, it will just get in the way of your progress with that body. It’s better to just learn how to let go of all those worries and anxieties that you simply do not need to think about anymore. And I know deep down that you want to let go, because it simply feels so good to let go of all other thoughts right now. The only thing that matters is that muscle you are going to grow. Muscle you will grow because deep down you want it. And muscle you will grow because deep down you want to please Coach.
Your cock is growing harder and harder at that thought. It’s okay, jock. Go ahead and stroke it.
Every stroke helps you to relax deeper and deeper. And every stroke helps you to let go more and more. Letting go of insecurities. Letting go of fears. Letting go of unneeded knowledge.
With every stroke, you simply begin to let go more as all those extra brain cells you simply do not need drain right down to your balls. Feel those balls filling up as you sink deeper and deeper into a simple state of pleasure.
The pleasure simply feels so good. And it is so good to simply think about more muscle. The simplest thing you can do for more pleasure, is to build more muscle. More muscle will give you more pleasure. It is just that simple. You are just so simple. It simply feels so good to be so simple.
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The Himbo Life
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.
Continue reading The Himbo Life
There’s No Way It Works On Me
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..
“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.
“Yes, Sir!”
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Poolboy Training
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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The Farm Visit
The Swim Jock
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.
“Hey Coach, I’m layin’ down in here. Is you gonna cum and fuck me?” Good boy. I’m on my way.
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