Angus had wanted to become a stereotypical Aussie jock for as long as he could remember… a fitdimwit of a surfer dude from Down Under. While I couldn’t change where he was really from, I could help explore the fantasy through a special trigger… and that’s just what I was doing as I had him focus on a pair of special briefs. As he drifted into a deep trance, he learned that he would transform as soon as he put them on.
As I woke him, Angus couldn’t help but feel excited. “You really think this will work, Coach? I mean, I am getting hard just thinking about!,” he said as he took off his pants and felt his bulge through his boxers.”
Only one way to find out, I replied.
As soon as he slipped on the briefs, it was an immediate transformation… he was nothing more than a dumb jock speaking with a bad accent. “Crikey, mate, I feel like a proper grommet!” It might not have been a perfect Australian, but it fit his idea of what a dumb jock Aussie would sound like.
Since we were in the privacy of his place, I didn’t see the harm in a bit of roleplay. Actors put on different accents all the time. But as he felt up his body and expressed desire to stay that way forever, I wondered if there was anything I could do. Acting for a film or stage production is one thing, but acting that way all the time was another.
Peyton was excited to take part of Coach’s special FitDimWit jock training program. Though he’d done well earlier on, college academics had proven a challenge. The chance to forget about all the pressures everyone else was putting on him and just enjoy the college life of a jock was just too tempting. A simple life of muscle, hanging with the bros and sex sounded exactly like what he wanted…. and perhaps even what he needed.
Yet, as he sat there, he seemed to doubt the program’s power. “Wait, you’re saying you’ll be able to trigger me into taking off my shirt? No way, Coach.”
Are you sure about that? Take off your shirt jock.
“Whoa, how’d you do that, Coach?”
It’s easy. Good jocks obey Coach’s instructions. You are a good jock. You obey My instructions.
“But it was so automatic. How’s that possible on the first day of trainin’, Coach?”
Coach smirked. I guess you’re just a natural. I’m sure you’re going to ace this program in no time.
“Ya think so, Coach?”
Sure. Now take off your pants.
“Yes, Sir,” the jock replied as his hand reached for his belt buckle.
That’s it jock. Just feel that dick swelling up as it listens to My voice. It is a sign that this is what you want deep down. It is what you need deep down. Give in to those instincts. Give in to that destiny. You are becoming an exhibitionist jock. Simply let go of all those inhibitions that have been keeping you back. No more worries about if you’re sexy enough, because deep down you are – and you’ll be hitting the gym more as you work out for Coach. And no more worries about what people think – all that matters is all the pleasure you bring to so many, and you love that.
You are an exhibitionist jock. You love to show off. You love showing off in your sports gear and uniforms. You love showing off in your athletic socks, underwear and jockstraps. You love showing off your increasingly toned and athletic jock body. Show Coach all that sexy fur right now. That’s a good boy. It feels so good to show off for Coach. And soon it will feel absolutely amazing to show off for anyone and everyone. Now strip even further and focus on that bulging cock. The idea of showing off more is making it so hard … and it feels so very good to be so very hard.
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.
“You’re going to love feeling all of my bulges. Go ahead and feel your favorite bulge right now.” Sir Jack flexed his left arm, his biceps forming a nice big bulge. But as Reece instead went for his bulge, the big hairy bear knew the young man had sufficiently fallen under his control.
“Good boy,” he said, sending a wave of pleasure over Reese’s body. “It’s time to learn to love my scent. Keep feeling how your favorite bulge gets even bigger as you go ahead and spend some time in my pits now.”
The once-preppy Reese would have been repulsed at the thought in the past – especially since Sir Jack was all about natural scents and had a strong musk to him.
But the conditioning had him more than eager… and his own bulge began to grow too.
“You’re doing so well, boy. But I know that as much as you love my scent, it’s not your favorite smell of mine. Go ahead, boy, and spend some time inhaling the musk of my sweaty balls.”
The young twink pulled down his hairy Sir’s pants and took it all in. The more he inhaled, the more he knew he needed more of it. He had to have Sir’s magnificent cock in his mouth.
Sir Jack was pleased as his newly conditioned boy began to deep throat his big dick.
After some time, Sir Jack put his hand on Reese’s head and said, “That’s enough for now, boy. Your training isn’t done yet. Go ahead and take your clothes off.”
The obedient boy complied, following his Sir’s lead in stripping down completely.
“Now, I am going to suck you boy… but as I do, you’re gonna sniff these” – Sir Jack handed the boy his rank underwear, briefs that he had worn since before his workout at the gym this morning. “As you feel yourself becoming aroused from the blow job, this pleasure will begin to tie in more and more to the scent on them. To my scent. And soon, my scent will be enough to leave your dick rock hard and throbbing, without any additional help.”
Reece found the words becoming true: the more he sniffed, the more he found the smell arousing. The more he found the smell arousing, the more he wanted to sniff. And his dick did began to throb more and more as that smell became more and more arousing to him.
As that part of the training came to an end, Reece once again found himself craving his Sir’s musk directly from the source and again began to suck Sir Jack off.
The Sir laid back and enjoyed it, but would occasionally pipe in with another suggestion for the boy. Suggestions about how much spending time with all these smells made him crave getting fucked… how the more he smelled, the more relaxed his hole became, ready for Sir’s thick dick.
And it wasn’t long before Sir Jack had his boy properly rimmed and lubricated before they proceeded to fuck multiple times in multiple positions – and Reece loved that he now was such a good sniff pig for his Sir.
Santa was surprised that the elves had given him his presents early this year.
Sugarplum had given Santa delicious eggnog. Snowflake had given the gift of a relaxing hypnosis playlist.
And Twinkle had given Santa a jock made special just for him. It seemed odd to Santa, but he decided to try it on that night anyway as he laid down.
The eggnog had made him feel sleepy, but he figured he’d throw on the hypnosis too. He had a big night of delivering toys ahead, and he needed his rest.
Little did Santa know that the elves had infused all three items with Christmas magic. The eggnog he had drank right before bed made his mind open to change. The hypnosis suggested the changes. And the jock was to cement the outcome…
That Santa would transform into a jock.
Santa couldn’t believe how amazing he felt when he woke up.
“I’ll have no problems going down the chimneys this year!” he twinkled, followed with a “Ho Ho Ho” deeper than he’d ever given before. “And I’m sure the toy sack will feel lighter than ever!”
“You’re not afraid the kids will be disappointed?”
“No, but Mrs. Claus may be… I seem…. different somehow.”
“That’s because you’re final present for Christmas…. is us!”
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