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Since he was already used to My hypnosis, it didn’t take him long to feel comfortable relaxing completely for Me.
It just felt so good for him to focus instead on all the pleasure. Muscle gave him so much pleasure. He loved to build it. He loved to flex it. He loved to show it off for Coach. More and more, he was feeling like a musclehead – not so dumb he couldn’t do his work, and yet it was so easy to just simply focus on muscle and not worry about anything else.
First Friday of the Month features a flashback to a previous story, sometimes with improvements added. Original Here.
I definitely do, stud.
At one time, Gabe had been incredibly studious, on track for a Ph. D. But like many students, he began to get burnt out by both the stress and costs of higher education. He’d already been enjoying My hypnosis to get motivated for the gym when he decided he’d become even more of musclehead. Although he was only beginning to transform his body, I could tell his mind was already enjoying being so much simpler. It’s why he enjoyed looking in the mirror at his growing physique so much.
Damn, look at these muscles. Love how swole I’m gettin’.
Just gotta keep getting pumped up ya, Coach.
Fuckin’ love how hard my pecs are gettin’, Coach.”
That hard muscle just makes you hard too, doesn’t it, stud?
“Duh Coach.”
Go ahead and feel just how hard you are, Gabe.
Now that he had built up a bigger body, he was ready to take things even further… instead of just having that trigger to be simple, he was ready to become a total musclehead.
After making sure this was truly what the muscle stud wanted, I took him into a nice relaxing trance where the seeds of that total transformation were planted via the hypnotic suggestions.
The bulge grew in his briefs, indicating to Me just how much he truly desired this change deep down.
Yet, he was also incredibly horny – and the changes were only just beginning.
The more he focused on his muscles, the harder it became to focus on anything else but how much pleasure that muscle gave him.
He needed to build them bigger. He needed to flex and pose for Coach.
More and more, Jiang realized he was beginning to think with his dick.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.