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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.
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.
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.
“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.
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.
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.
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.”
“Man Coach, what you got me waking up on a farm? Thought our sesh was gonna help me shred some waves.”
“Huh?’
I was just asking you why you’re taking you’re clothes off.
“Cuz it’s gettin’ darn tootin’ hot out!”
Darn tootin’?
“Fuck, where’d that come from?”
Perhaps the more you strip away of your old life, the more your true self comes out.
Sweet ride on what?
“My AT… V? That ain’t soundin’ right.”
But it feels right, doesn’t it? Taking off those clothes as you leave behind a slacker life for a life of real service, doesn’t it?
“I reckon… it just all seem mighty right fuzzy Coach.”
Do you need to lay down a bit?
“Yeah, I don’t remember nothin’.”
Whichever one of you puts on that hat will become a mindless cocksucker.
You simply become obsessed with the other’s cock – going deeper than before, harder than before, swallow bigger loads than before as you become obsessed with giving the best head.
But sucking cock will be the only thing you remember how to do when that hat is on, and the only thing you desire to do.
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“Damn Coach, I thought you were kiddin’ but he’s really going down me. And he don’t respond to nothing I say… he just keeps sucking!
Me next!”
“Oh fuck yeah bro. Was so crazy when I had it on Coach, I couldn’t think of nothin’ at all but his cock….
and now I’m gettin’ the best BJ ever!”
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Every stroke relaxes you more.
Every stroke relaxes you deeper.
Ready to be a good boy.
More submissive to your Coach
with each and every stroke.
“I submit myself to you, Coach.
I humbly kneel before you
and lower myself to your feet.
They look in need of worship.
Please allow me, Sir.
It’d be such an honor.”