Dick hard feet fetish

alright bro so like u wanna get dumb? like real dumb? like meathead jock vibes? aight bro here’s how u do it. it’s easy af.

step 1: dont think too much

thinking is for nerds bro. u dont need that. just focus on, idk, liftin weights n stuff. if u start thinkin too hard, just like stop, u kno? do pushups instead or flex in the mirror.

step 2: big words r stupid

like why say “confident” when u can just say “yeah bro i’m cool.” keep it simple. smart words make ur brain tired.

step 3: eat gym food only

chicken, rice, protein shakes. thas all u need bro. oh and eggs. lotsa eggs. smart ppl probly eat salads n kale but nah bro we don’t need that green stuff.

step 4: don’t read

books? nah bro. they’re boring. unless it’s got like pics of huge dudes flexin or sick cars, u don’t need it.

step 5: watch movies with muscles

u don’t need no complicated stuff like, idk, “dramas.” just watch action movies where dudes blow stuff up. think fast & furious or like… rocky.

step 6: be confident always even if ur wrong

doesn’t matter if ur wrong bro. just say it loud n proud.

• nerd: “how tall is the eiffel tower?”

• u: “uhhhh like 10 feet or sumthin idk.”

then flex. flexing makes u right.

step 7: workout instead of talkin

if someone tries to ask u smart stuff like “what’s the capital of canada” or somethin, just be like “idk bro but check my biceps” and hit em with a bicep curl right there.

step 8: dont sleep on naps

brains thinkin all day? nah bro. sleep. sleep is like a reset for ur brain. wake up, eat, lift, repeat.

IF YOU WANT

TO BE A

DUMB MUSCLE JOCK

Since you're here, why don't you take a moment for yourself and stare into the spiral.

Really focus on it.

Feel that relaxing sensation start to fill your mind.

That sensation that just removes all the tension.

All the stress.

All those pesky thoughts that weigh you down.

Feel all that relaxation that just flows from the spiral letting it all melt away.

Because right now you want to be hypnotized.

You want to be mindless.

Maybe because you've been mindless before.

Or maybe because you're just so curious to find out how it will feel to be mindless right now.

Either way, you don't need to think about it.

You don't need to think at all.

You can just stare into the spiral and relax.

It's so easy to focus on the swirling pattern.

It's so easy to relax.

It's so easy fall into the pattern.

Perhaps you're wondering when the spiral starts and ends.

Wondering how hypnotized you already are.

Wondering what thoughts are remaining in your head.

All the while finding it so easy to follow the spiral.

So easy to follow my words.

So easy to sink down as you do.

Dropping deeper without even thinking about it.

Dropping as the spiral empties your mind.

Your thoughts floating away.

My words pulling you deeper.

Following them down.

Knowing this is what you want.

You want to feel relaxed.

Focused.

Controlled.

Empty.

Hypnotized.

That's right.

You want to be hypnotized.

And you are.

Following my words without a single thought.

Feeling the pleasure of mindlessness carrying you deeper.

Knowing there is no limit to how deep you can go.

No limit to how good you can feel.

Knowing this is what you want to be.

Mindless.

Entranced.

To be so completely captivated and enthralled.

And that's what you are.

Entranced.

Captivated.

Hypnotized.

So easily falling deeper from the spiral and my words.

The perfect mix to empty your mind and leave you feeling so good.

So happy.

So mindless.

So submissive.

So obedient.

And so very deep now.

Just the perfect hypnotized toy.

Perfectly content to follow and obey.

Allowing my words to simply fill your mind as you enjoy this feeling of mindless bliss.

Knowing you are such a good toy.

Knowing there is no limit to how deep you can sink into this trance.

Knowing you want to drop deeper and be a hypnotized toy more and more.

Knowing you've done such a good job sinking into this trance so easily, and I'm very pleased.

And you love to please.

Now, finding that you can enjoy this feeling of mindlessness for as long as you would like before rising back up to awareness.

Break me

Use me

Make me stupid

Send anything

Corrupt me

Make me nothing but a mindless slut

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A chain of minds linked together,

all falling deeper with every share.

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You may recall a time when such ideas were off-putting or ‘wrong’. Back when you had misguided aspirations to make something of your life. But then you saw how much easier it was to do just the bare minimum in life. Why spend all your free time worrying about ‘the future’ when instead you can loiter about and do fuck all. Coasting by. You saw others do it, doing nothing. Dropping out of higher education to end up as binmen, or working at McDonald’s. They seemed happier, more carefree.

Nothing. You could do nothing too. You wagered that it didn’t take much effort to do nothing. You could give your brain a much needed rest. Of course that’s how it always starts. A ‘rest’, a ‘break’. ‘Just for a little bit’. It’s not long before you catch yourself struggling to find the appropriate words in an interview. The ‘huhs?’ and ‘whats?’. The swears slipping out at inappropriate moments. The unconscious way you start to adjust your cock when out and about. The increasing habit of just shutting off your thoughts when someone talks for more than 30 seconds. Sliding further and further into that idealised image of a chav, a scally. A thick head.

Eventually, someone calls you a moron and it just clicks. A moron. Yeah, that was what you were. What you wanted to be. Something even you could aim for. How did it take you so long to realise? Well, obviously, it was because you were a moron. The thought makes you chuckle dimly. It’s at that point where there’s no going back. Not that you wanted to anyway. You were having so much fun not having to care, about anything. Everything else happens so quickly. Shaving your head, buying a bunch of gear. Picking the football team that would define your personality. Leaving your stressful job and getting your new hi-vis uniform. It was a blur. Soon enough, you find yourself standing outside your new flat in your dirty tracksuit, sipping a lager. You know it’s all over the second someone shouts out ‘mate’ to you in the street and you repeat the word back, slowly.

‘Maaaate’.