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“Whoa fuck bro I’m getting huge!” Mark grinned. His body swelled with muscle as he pulled the red muscle-speedo up his legs, his chest thickening with strength and dark hair grew across his formerly scrawny body.
“You look great,” I said. "How’s it feel?”
“Fucking awesome,” he said, flexing his new larger arms. He looked concerned for a moment. “But … my head is, like … I feel kinda foggy,” he said. “Is that normal?”
“It’ll pass,” I said. “In a few seconds you won’t remember that you used to be smart.”
“Whaddya mean, used to?” He scratched his head. “Ain’t I still … uh … what’s happening to me, bro?”
“The muscle-speedo’s using your old brainpower to build up your muscles,” I said. “Go ahead and flex for me again.”
He obeyed, grinning as he stared at his reflection, muscles growing even larger.
“Fuuuuck, I’m gettin’ huge dude,” he mumbled, rubbing his thick body. “Aw man. Bein’ hot is so much better than bein’ smart.”
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My friend Toby and I were both learning hypnosis together, and one night we got drunk and made a bet about which one of us could hypnotize the other into thinking he was a porn star.
“I’m gonna put you under,” Toby said, grinning at me. “Look into my eyes.”
“No way, dude,” I said, staring back at him. “I’m gonna hypnotize you first.”
“Your mind is drifting,” he said.
“So is yours,” I said. “You’re losing your thoughts.”
“You’re getting lost, floating away,” he said, his eyelids fluttering.
“You feel so relaxed,” I said, and I felt weird and heavy and slow.
“Counting backwards from five,” he slurred. “Five… you’re horny and dumb.”
“Yeah, dude, I know,” I said, feeling my thoughts dissolve. “Four … you love to fuck.”
“I fuckin’ do,” he grinned. “Three … you love to get naked and show off your body.”
“Just look at me,” I said, gesturing to myself. My clothes were gone. Where did they go? It didn’t matter. I looked hot. “Two. You’re my scene partner.”
“I know, bro,” he said, moving closer to me, putting his arm around me, pulling me into his embrace. His clothes were gone now too, and I felt the warmth of his muscular body against my bare skin. He kissed me. “One,” he said. “You’re my fuckin’ husband.”
“I know, dude,” I said, wrapping my arms around my lover and holding him close as we prepared to film our latest scene, two married men totally in love.
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“I’ve been studying so much my brain is mush,” David said. “I gotta relax.”
“You want me to put you under?” I said.
“Could you?”
Hypnotizing my roommate was easy. A few simple commands, and he was out like a light. But I didn’t stop there – I gave him a few suggestions. Don’t study so hard, take a break for a few hours each day to work out, join the wrestling team. The changes were slow at first, but over the next semester, David started bulking up … and wearing less and less.
“You like my new singlet, dude?” he said, showing off his new skintight outfit. It hugged every curve of his new muscles.
“Not bad,” I said. “It looks like it feels really good.”
“Feels … what?” he looked confused.
“Feels good,” I said, watching the trigger words send him into a trance.
“Yeahhhh,” he mumbled. “Feels … good.”
“But it feels even better to wrestle naked,” I said.
“Yeah,” he agreed, grinning in his stupid hypnotized state. He slowly started to undress. “Feels … good, bro.”
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“When did I get this big?” Colton wondered, staring at his reflection in the mirror. "Was I … was I always so huge?”
“Yeah bro,” said Aaron, coming up behind him, rubbing his bare arms and his thick wide chest. “You don’t remember? We’ve been working out every day for like weeks.”
“But I … I don’t know how to … work out,” Colton could only stare at himself, at his giant strong physique.
“Yeah you do. It’s like the only thing you know how to do,” Aaron said. “Remember? Working out feels good.”
As soon as he said those words – “feels good” – Colton felt his mind slipping away.
“Wait – no – what are you doing,” he gasped.
“Feels good,” Aaron repeated, rubbing Colton’s bare arms.
“Bro … what’s happening to me…” Colton slurred. He was forgetting. He was losing his thoughts. His whole life was slipping away. But something else was there – something was replacing his memories. Something simple, something dumb, something that felt … so good.
“There you go, dude,” Aaron grinned. “Feels good, right?”
Colton gave him a big dumb smile and flexed. “Yeah bro,” he said, his old life gone, new strength surging through his body. “Feels so good to be so strong.”
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Meet Billy. He’s always fantasized about turning his best friend Aaron into a pup – hypnotizing him, forcing him naked down on all fours, dumbing him down and making him bark as he grows submissive and obedient. Well, that fantasy is about to come true … just not how Billy imagined.
Billy doesn’t know it yet, but he got a subtle hypnotic suggestion implanted in his mind when he went up on stage at a magic show recently. Ever since then, Billy’s been feeling strange whenever he’s around his friends. He feels … small. Obedient. Stupid. But not in a bad way… in a way that feels so good. So safe. So simple and relaxed.
Soon he won’t be able to help himself. He’ll find himself stripping down, crouching on all fours. He’ll stare up at his friends – the same ones he used to fantasize about turning into pups – and he’ll only be able to bark. His eyes will grow wide as he realizes he’s naked, and that he can’t resist the urge to lick Aaron’s feet.
This isn’t how it was supposed to go, he thinks with the last fragment of his old mind. He wasn’t supposed to be the pup. But now he is, another happy hypno customer.
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*sigh*
Great. It was your very first time at the gym. You didn‘t want to cause any trouble. You tried your best to avoid eye contact with the alpha males and the gay hunks and the jock bros … You just wanted to run a bit on the treadmill and lift some not-too-heavy dumbells. And then … THIS happened.
Some freaks grabbed you in the showers and dropped you into a pit of tar-like liquid, just before jumping right into it after you. Your struggle showed no effect. The oozing slime quickly coated your body, covering all of your skin and converting your flesh into even more goo. The hulking muscles seemed like a nice addition, just as the upgrade that occurred between your legs … but why did your head become so dizzy? Hard to think. Memories fading away, personality traits lost, faces of friends and family forgotten… to be replaced with the identity of a cocky gym bro. Completely new attitude, more confidence, more focus, more interest in hulking up your body and doing bro things.
And these hunks around you? Any hostile thought towards them has disappeared from your mind. They‘re your best friends after all! There’s nobody you can trust more than them! You have spent, like, your whole life together here at the slime gym, lifting heavy weights, doing rep after rep, exchanging your … protein shakes … ? A gym bro friendship has certain benefits, after all. Your mind being flooded by alpha thoughts, you suddenly remember it all. You are the embodiment of pure masculinity and raw power. And also, you are very fluid. Not enough muscles? Just sip some goo and add it to your bulging mass!
A horny smirk appears on your face as your bros press their masculine, liquid bodies against yours, the slime making up your flexing muscles mixing and merging together, making your bodies connected in the same way as your minds and souls are connected. You’re all one. It‘s like your own, personal frat. Your friendship is eternal. And you’re thrilled to help your homies find others worthy of joining you! Life is truly great. You wouldn‘t ever want to exchange it for any other life, right? Like, for example, the life of that pitiful little nerd who came to the gym earlier. Speaking of, did you see where he went? No? Well, doesn‘t matter. Just keep enjoying your bros‘ sexy bodies … and yours!
“Oh fuck… it’s happening … the rubber’s sealing me in!” Brady gasped as the shiny black liquid oozed up his naked body.
“So fuckin’ hot,” murmured David. We were naked too, jerking off and watching Brady’s transformation. It had started with a black pool of liquid latex at his feet that slowly climbed his legs, encasing his calves and then his thighs, around his ass and pressing his dick flat against his body. It surged up his torso to his shoulders, then down his arms to his hands.
“How’s it feel?” David said.
“So tight,” Brady gasped, rubbing his arms against his sides. They produced a slick squeak of rubber against rubber, and he gasped in pleasure. “Oh man … it’s still going!”
The black rubber was creeping up his neck now, and his face took on a dull expression. “I think … I’m kinda forgetting stuff,” he slurred, his voice getting slow.
“Yeah,” I grinned. “You’re turning into a drone. Not long now.”
“Wait … drone?” Brady said. “That wasn’t part of the … that wasn’t … what are you doing to meeee…”
His voice trailed off as his expression went blank. The ooze was taking over his mind now, slowly rising up to his jaw.
“Brady! Dude! What’s going on?” David said, alarmed. Brady ignored him.
“He won’t respond,” I said. “His name’s not Brady anymore. It’s just Drone. Same as all the others. Same as you.”
“Same as … oh fuck!” David didn’t even notice that the puddle under his feet was halfway up his legs.
I just laughed. “Soon I’ll have a matching pair,” I said, turning back to watch Brady’s face disappear under the rubber coating. He was gone now – no longer a man. Just a shiny object, identical to all of my other toys.
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