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ALPHA DOLL (Requested by Bodstart)

I watched out my window as Jared was finishing up chopping wood in my backyard for me. I was practically drooling as I watched his muscles tense up and bulge with each chop, and his whole body tightened as he picked up the heavy logs and threw them into the wheel barrel. His muscular body glistening with sweat in the direct sunlight. I couldn’t bare it any longer. My yard project was going to have to wait for now. I opened my window an whistled with a distinct sound signaling it was time he took a break.

He heard my whistle and immediately dropped the log he’d picked up. He wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his gloved hand and reached in his shorts pocket to pull out a cigarette. He walked shirtless towards the back door with the unlit cigarette dangling from his lips. A cocky look swept across his face as he sauntered over taking his gloves as he walked. The reason for the confident sexy smirk he was wearing was because he knew what was coming next. Jared couldn’t wait to come upstairs to my bedroom and show me what a real alpha man looks like after a hard day at work.

He burst throughout door and smirked at me as I eagerly awaited him.

“Yo, faggot. Light me.” He said referring to the cigarette in his mouth. I jumped up excitedly with lighter in hand, and lit the tip of his cigarette. He blew the smoke directly toward me and walked over to my chair claiming it for himself as he threw himself into it. I was getting more excited for what was next.

Jared slowly pulled off his sneakers letting out a sigh of relief. He unrolled his black socks and tossed them at me.

“Bet those puppies reek, just how ya like them. Ain’t that right faggot?” He said blowing out another puff of smoke. He was right of course, I couldn’t get enough of Jared’s many scent.

I pulled the sock up to my face and greedily inhaled the aroma of his masculine musky scent.

“Fuck you fags really do like that shit, aye? You know,” he raised his arm bending it with his elbow raised high in the air as he smelt his own hairy pit “I think these pits are pretty ripe with the smell of a real man too, if ya wanna try it.”

I dropped his sock and clomped on top of Jared as he sat in the chair not phased by the fact that this gay little nerd was straddling his half naked body with boner pressed up against rock hard abs. As the nerd shoved his whole face into his sweaty arm pit, breathing him in, and even licking and tasting the jock. All Jared could do was smirk and feel pride and confidence as an alpha stud.

But that’s because this gay little nerd programmed Jared this way. You see about a week ago, Jared would never allow me to get this close to him, in fact he’d probably just beat me up if he’d ever knew all the things of fantasized about doing with him.

Jared was the hot frat guy at my college that I was obsessed with, although he never even knew I existed. I was tired of watching him from affair wondering what he’d smell like, what he’d tasted like. I had to take action, and fortunately I had a way to get exactly what I wanted out of him. I’ve been taking this psychology course and we’ve been diving into the idea of mind control or hypnotism.

I had finished making the video with my subliminal messages and sent the video to Jared in an anonymous email, but once he’d click on the video it would immediately start playing and there would be no turning back. I waited patiently all night wondering if my plan had worked or not or if he’d even check his email. I was woken up at 3 in the morning to Jared breaking into my house and announcing to me that my prayers have been heard and my sexy alpha god had officially arrived. Once I’d heard that phrase I knew that the video had worked and Jared was mine now.

He was like my own personal real life doll. He was a sexy, sweating, drinking, smoking, cursing, fucking man doll.

He was exactly what I’d wanted. A sexy muscular dominant stud, and without his knowledge, completely under my power. Sure Jared was cocky before, but never at this level. I really had him turn up the cockiness I wanted him to know he was an alpha and I also left him with all his typical homophobic tendencies, hence his constant use of the words faggot, queer, and buttfucker. He used to drink at parties and smoke on occasion but now he likes to do those things on the daily because it makes him appear more masculine.

He also does any task I tell him to do that’s why he was building a new shed in my back yard, he’s happy to do it when I tell him to, but he’s not aware that he’s being forced to do it. In his mind he thinks it was his idea and he wants to do it because he’s showing me what a hard working man looks like. But the best part of him doing my chores is the sweat he builds up that I love to inhale.

As I’m grinding on his exposed buff torso with nose buried in his musky salty pits. He just continues smoking as he continues to insult me.

“Fucking Christ, ya just can’t help yourself around this fuckin’ hot ass body. Ain’t that right queer.” I just nod as I continue breathing him in. He snickers at me, but then his phone started ringing.

“Shit.” He said as he answered, “Hey babe…” It must have need his girlfriend, the poor girl had no idea, “What? So what if I beat his ass that fucker had it coming… I don’t know why, he looked at me funny I guess.. So what if he was my ‘best friend’ I’m glad I kicked his punk ass..”

Jared was referring to his once best friend Chuck. Chuck however had bullied me for years so I told Jared to beat him up for me. He didn’t really know why he did it, I. Jared’s mind it was in the moment kind of thing. But it was all because he obeyed me. Imagine Chuck’s surprise when his best friend since grade school out of nowhere flew off the handle an beat the hell out of him.

It’s not the first person I’ve had him beat up since he’s been my toy either, he’s become quite the notorious fighter on campus later and I think his girlfriend was getting fed up.

“Ya know Mandy I think all this is is you miss my cock.. How about this weekend I came over and face fuck that pretty little mouth of yours.. You’re go damn right I’m gonna talk to you that way.. Shut up bitch you know you love it.. That’s what I thought, see ya this weekend sexy.” He said as he hung up.

I finally pulled myself out of his pits as pulled the cigarette out of Jared’s mouth and put out for him, I was still sitting on his lap as I looked him in the eyes.

“Yeah, you won’t be going over to that girls house this weekend, you have too much work to do here that you have to get done. That she isn’t going to build itself.” I told him.

“Fuck that’s right, I don’t have time for that dumb bitch this weekend I have work to get done here.” He complied, “God dammit and I really wanted to get my dick wet.” I stared into his eyes and kissed him slowly and seductively, tasting his last cigarette on his tongue.

“I guess you’ll just have to fuck me instead.” I said climbing off him and standing on my hands and knees on my bed presenting my ass to him. A big smirk came over his face as he stood and pulled his pants down Letting his monster of a cock flop out.

“Guess I’ll just have to fuck you then.” He climbed over me and stuck his now throbbing erect cock in my ass and started pumping. As he pushed deeper. Inside me he began moaning I my ear,

“Fuuck.. Take that shit you fag.!”

He turned me around and pulled my legs straight up as he thrust. He began flexing his muscles as he kissed then while continuing to pump me until finally I exploded all over myself which meant that he now had approval to cum himself. And he did all up inside me.

He collapsed next to me, panting and out of breath. I looked into his eyes and said, “There’s no time to rest Jared, you have to keep yourself looking fit and strong, right? Better get started on your work outs.” He stopped panting right after I finished my sentence.

Me and my roommate Tommy couldn’t be a more mismatched pair of guys. He was a jock, a party animal, a show off, and a player when it came to ladies. Me however I was more of a recluse, anti social, quite, and gay.

We didn’t have a choice in the matter of roommates and I was prepared to stick with it regardless of our differences. But Tommy has made that impossible. I thought I could just ignore but I’ve gotten to the point where I can’t ignore it. His dirty laundry just spread across the room his loud obnoxious music blasting at all hours of the night, his homophobic and hateful slurs with him and his jock friends.

That’s why I decided to take matters into my own hands, I’ve been studying hypnosis and have formulated a way to make Tommy more.. Agreeable.

Every Saturday night he’d come home plastered from partying he’d put in his head head phones and blast his stupid music with his iPod, so I took the liberty of downloading some subliminal messages into his iPod and slowly but surely planted thoughts into his head so that very soon he would be susceptible to my commands.

After a few weeks of programming inward ready to test it. I watched as Tommy burst through the door finishing chugging a beer can he had and then, routinely, tossing it on the ground and belching loudly.

“Tommy, pick that up.” I demanded.

He looked at me with an angry expression, “The fuck did you just say to me?” He said as he stared down at me.

“Tom be a good boy and pick up that beer can and throw it in the trash.” I said using the trigger words I implanted in his mind. His face still angry but with a newfound look of confusion coming over it. He slowly turned around and picked up the can looking at it for just a few seconds while his brain tried to process what just happened. Then he walked over and threw it in the trash.

“Now Tom be a good boy and apologize.” I commanded.

He looked over at me and his mouth opened almost as if he was about to shout some curse words at me, but he stopped and looked down for a second then looked back up at me.

“Sorry man.” He said and then walked off to his room confused at his sudden compliance. Good, he was almost ready.

I gave it a few more wens of nightly programming to assure total compliance, then I was ready to really have some fun.

Tommy was coming home from a run and I was waiting patiently by the door for him. When he walked inside sweaty and musky he looked at me with a strange look as if confused as to why I was just sitting by the front door.

“What the hell are you looking at you fucking fruit?” He asked as his face twisting into an annoyed look.

“I was just admiring the last time I’ll see you like this, a free man that is.” I smiled deviously.

“Alright what kinda freaky gay shit are you trying to start with me. You know you e been acting real fucking weird lately and I’m fucking tired of it, if you don’t knock that shit off I’m going to beat the shit out of..”

I quickly and loudly spoke over him to get his attention, “Tom! Be a good boy and shut up.” He shut his mouth instantly.

“Great, now that I have your attention in going to let you know exactly what I’ve been up to, and you’re going to be a good boy and stand there and listen.” As my words left my lips he stood straight up and stared at me intently.

“You’re going to be my slave now Tommy, you’re going to do everything I tell you to because for the last several weeks I’ve been slowly programming your mind and now it’s like putty in my hands. You’ve been a real handful to live with and I think it’s about time you make up for that.” I could see the fear in his eyes now as he realized how true my words worse as he struggled to move from that spot.

“Tom be a good boy and take off that shirt for starters.”

My words were all he needed to remove his shirt revealing his chiseled body for my viewing pleasures.

I whistled at him, like a cat call, “I guess now I see why all the ladies keep coming back even though your such a dick.”

“Tom be a good a boy and toss me your shirt.” He tossed me the shirt and that instance and I brought up to my face. I breathed in the scent of his masculine odor. His natural musk from running in the heat I could feel my member harden.

“Damn Tommy you smell fucking hot. Oh god and looking at you, that cute face of yours and that hot muscles body just standing there helpless under my power it’s really getting me hard if I’m being honest. Tom be a good boy and tell me in your honest opinion do you think you’re sexy?”

“Yes..” He admitted.

“Tom be a good boy and always address me as master from now on.”

“Yes master, I think I’m sexy.” He said ashamed of his inability to break my hypnosis.

“Tom be a good boy and tell me why you think you’re sexy?”

“I have a hot muscular body, I work out a lot to keep it up because I want to impress chicks. And I think have a very handsome face that girls can’t resist, and whenever I’m having sex with the they tell me what a stud I am.” It was funny, I’m not sure how much my influence was even having on his confession because this all seemed like typical Tommy to me.

“Alright Tom be a good boy and take off those shorts.” He immediately bent down and pulled off his shorts his cock just dangling free now.

“Tom be a good boy and for now on when we are home alone together this is what you will wear, nothing. Are clear Tom?”

“Yes, I won’t wear anything when in home alone with you master.” He said his voice sounding drained of all hope.

“Very good boy. Now Tom be a good boy and take what I’m about to say as an undeniable truth.” I unbuttoned my pants and freed the erection I had under there, “You are extremely thirsty and the only thing that will quench your thirst is my cum and the only way to drink it is through the tap.” I said pointing at my cock.

He licked his lips as he stood naked helplessly eyeing my clock that he so desperately needed to drink.

“Tom be a good boy and you can now move from that spot, and you can either walk out the door or you could drink from this tap, but be warned once you swallow my cum you will be forever my slave and will never break free of my control. The choice is yours.” His eyes darted from the door to my cock back and forth as he desperately tried to make up his mind.

“I’m not gay I can’t.. I can just leave… But I’m so fucking thirsty!” He yelled as fell to his knees in front of me and started sucking my cock.

“Ungg that’s it Tom, be a good boy and pump out the milk with your mouth. He was going up and down on my cock until finally I felt myself cum inside his mouth and down the jocks throat.

He looked up at me, any sign of arrogance or anger wiped from his face as he looked at me as a whole new person. He was nothin more than a slave now.

I’ve given Joey everything he could have ever asked for… the perfectly unreal fitness model body, the chiseled, Hollywood-handsome face… Thanks to me, he’s been totally transformed into the kind of guy that most men could only dream about being transformed into… 

But no matter how many hypnosis files I have him listen to, no matter how much I increase the dosage of the formula I’ve been giving him, he still sends me pictures like this when I command him to send me a progress photo…. Looking all shy and bashful, covering up his “private parts.” 

Now I’m going to have to revisit some of the files I’ve had him listening to… Maybe I’ve missed something in the confidence and cockiness files… Maybe his shyness is more deeply-rooted than I had initially thought… Tied to something that I haven’t yet been able to tap into with my hypnosis… Whatever it is, I’ve got to find out why he is hanging onto it so much…

PERSONAL STUD SHOW

I love having the sexiest guy at my school under my control.

Zach was the pitcher of my college’s baseball team and he was probably the most popular student in the whole school. He oozed charm and was just a total stud all around.

I had been studying hypnosis in my advanced Psych class for quite some time now and when I was finally feeling confident enough to test some serious hypnosis on someone I knew I had to test it on my secret crush, Zack.

He agreed to the test pretty easily after I offered to help him with his psych class which was a much lower level then what I was taking. I, however, didn’t tell him the full extent of the hypnotism he would be going under.

I had him relax and I counted backward from ten while making noises with chimes. He was out before I could reach zero. I asked if he could hear me and he responded with a very low monotone yes. This was my chance, I gave him an instruction on what I wanted him to wear to school the next day. It wasn’t something he would normally wear in the slightest but that was the test. I also instructed him to pay no mind to people who would question or make fun of his choice of clothing and to just wave it off as them being jealous. I also instructed we meet at the same time the next day to go back under. I snapped my fingers and he awoke as though nothing happened. He left with a simple see you tomorrow.

The next day I was so pleased with how well the hypnosis had worked. Zach was wearing a white wife beater, gym shorts, and a snap back titled slightly to the side on his head. I was immediately aroused. There were whispers coming from everywhere ranging from, “What the hell is he wearing?” To “What has gotten into Zach?” Hearing these criticisms Zach just saunters down the hall with a confident grin, and pride in his eyes. This was working fantastically.

He showed up at my house right on time. I told him I liked his new look and he gave me a big smile and thanked me, then it was time to put him under again. He was out just as fast as last time. This time I told him that he was so proud and grateful that I complimented him on his new look that he would give me a show. And nothing in this world would make him happier then for me to admire him as he puts himself on display for me. He just moaned stuff like, “Grateful,” and “Give you a show,” “Nothing would make me happier..” I snapped my fingers and the show was on.

God damn! The hypnosis worked better than I expected! Now, whenever me and my hot colleague Greg are alone he’ll automatically see and think of me as his hot and busty wife Karen. I’ve waited so long for this chance to worship his beefy and juicy pecs… and now I can do that without him freaking out at all!

My only dilemma is that I really want to fuck his his thick ass… but I’m certain the feeling of being penetrated by my cock will shock him awake from my hypnosis… But then again, I can always just do it again. And next time, maybe I’ll make him think HE is Karen and I am Greg. That way he’ll have no objections to me sucking his nipples and pounding his ass.

Hypno Jock Bodysuit

It’s so easy to lure a dumb jock. He came to me hoping that a hypnosis session would help him train better. Little does he know that he will go into a trance and become my bodysuit whenever I want. I snap my fingers and his body goes totally relaxed. Once they’re relaxed like this, it’s so easy to just step right in. I sit on his lap. My legs over his tree trunk legs. His cock against my ass through his tight shorts. I align my body over his. I take in a deep breath. My form melts and I sink deeper into his. I open my new eyes and feel so relaxed. His concsciousness is still dormant inside. I am in complete control. My new cock gets rock hard and I touch it with my tattooed arms. 

I opened Min-Gi’s mouth to see if the creature that possessed him was burrowing inside. It was the final gift of an extraterrestrial creature I've become acquainted with in his short visit to Earth. His name was Gor’lk. I assisted him in repairing his spacecraft by delivering him the required equipment and supplies and also the individuals he would hypnotize to do the heavy lifting.

I said I would miss him and his hypnotic powers before he left. It was the only time I could touch so many people without them calling me a creep. It was fun messing with their cocks and assholes while they toiled with fixing the spacecraft. Sensing my longing, Gor’lk gave me a creature that would make me remember him. Any person it takes over will be my slave forever. If I get tired of the host, I could just order it to look for another.

Calling Gor’lk’s final gift an “it” feels like an insult because that creature is alive. More than alive, I might say, with how considerably it wriggled out of my fingers because of how eager it was to find a host. When it sensed Min-Gi leaving the other room, the creature slipped out of my fingers and aimed for his mouth. It happened so fast. Before I was out of the daze, Min-Gi spasmed erratically on the floor as the creatures burrowed deeper and slowly took control. Gor’lk did remind me that the assimilation process of the creature’s host would take an hour at the earliest. Still, I had to check if it was deep inside. And it was! I could see the tail burrow deeper and brush past the uvula. I closed Min-Gi’s mouth and gave him a kiss.

“I’m going to have so much fun with you,” I told him.

“I’m here to serve you, Master,” he said softly, lowering his eyes and slipping his white towel down over his perfect jockboy ass, revealing it to me.

“Good boy,” I said to him, “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you, too, Master,” his face warmed.

If I hadn’t known he was so deeply hypnotized at the time, I’d have believed that what he was saying was completely genuine, and that the blush on his cheeks really was for me.

While Zim and Jim travelled across the globe for their summer break (more on this later), Alex is up to his own shenanigan as Daddy Nicholas left him no code of conduct whatsoever aside from "keep the house intact, it's our base now"

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"Pizza delivery for Mr. Step--WHOA....FUCK.......uh....terribly sorry dude, am I interrupting at the wrong time?" said the jock-ish pizza delivery guy as the boxes of pizza dropped to the floor upon looking at the sight of Alex's naked form, his cock wet and bobbing

"You dropped my order,"

"Yeah, that's why, sorry, dud-- Sir," the young jock said as he scrambled to pick up the pizza boxes, Alex's cock literally dangled right next to his face and his head feels like spinning. Did he just call this dude "Sir" out of nowhere too?

"Here you go, sir, apologies for the little incident," again....another sir, what is up with him, the jock thought to himself

"You look thirsty and out of breath, do you want to go in and have some water?"

"Uhhh n--"

"Yeah, you surely need one," Alex said with a rather commanding tone as he grabbed the delivery guy with no pause and practically dragged the hesitant jock inside. The door instantly locked on its own the moment both of them get inside but the jock's too enchanted by the bubbly ass belonged to Alex that walked to the kitchen to even register a thought to escape the pretty much abnormal predicament. As if hypnotized and lulled by an unseen force, the jock found himself glued at Alex as he followed the hairy young daddy to the kitchen. Alex grabbed a mug from the counter and filled it with cool water from the fridge

"You must be parched, here, gulp it,"

And the jock chugged the water in one go while saying "aaahhh...." as if he's in a commercial for mineral water or something

"Are you still thirsty?"

He nodded

"Well, maybe this will make you feel recharged enough,"

Yet another generous pouring of cold water to the mug but this time, Alex smirked while directing his cock right to the mug. His cock unloaded several substantial goop of sludge to the glass and despite witnessing all of it, the jock already too far gone to even fight back.

"Guess the telepathic transmission I emitted from my brain received with no rejection by your weak, defenseless brain. Now you will gulp this in one go and turned into my very own obedient puppet,"

The jock gulped the mug in one go and then his body starts trembling violently as if he got electrocuted or something. His body slumped from the kitchen island to the floor, still trembling and twitching despite his eyes closed tight. Minutes later though, he's no longer trembling and in fact, behaved casually as if he just woke up from a nap as he opened his eyes while still kneeling on the floor, just staring at the towering Alex that looked down on him the whole time he passed out. The bewildered and in-awe look then turned twisted when the jock smirked victoriously while grabbing at Alex's dangling cock

"Mmmmm.......is this where I come from? Looks so much tastier than mine, by the way. Can I get a taste???"

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"Honey, when are you going to come back home? I'm due in 6 weeks, you remember that, right?"

"Ungghhh....y.....yeah, of course I remember. And as I told you, Nick is just not in the very....best...aahhnnggghhmmmm...place right now, I need to accumpany him," grunted Alex while deepthroating the very lustful Leo that expertly sucked the entire length of Alex's only to then release it seconds later before swallowing the entirety of the throbbing uncut meat once more in one swift motion

"And I'm literally going to give birth to our son, please come back home quickly, you said it yourself, you will not miss it for the world,"

"UMHHHH.....MMHHHH.....MMMHHYEEAAhhh....yeah.....yeah baby, I wwhh---will not miss it," Alex said as his whole muscle spasmed and jerked in delight, inching closer to shooting his load as his eyes fluttered and his mouth gargled trying to hold his moan while speaking to his wife. Whatever statement she said, that was not heard or even entirely forgotten by Alex, his balls literally inched closer to its churning point and his brain turned to mush already by the pleasure that rocked him

The obedient jock, meanwhile, signaled with a nod that he's more than happy to be in the receiving end of such treatment, happy tears streamed down from his face. Swallowing the entirety of that 9.5 inches monstrosity was simply unheard of for the previously straight as an arrow college jock. But now, not just lodged with cock that belonged to another me, his mouth also stuffed full of cock cheese, phlegm, sweat and spit that all swirled inside of his mouth. The benefit of being turned into a mindless puppet is the body become whatever the alien wanted it to be. No gag reflex? The alien just commanded it. Hole too tight? It can get loose instantly. He couldn't reach his own cock to suck it on his own? Well, now he can. The body no longer has autonomy and merely acted as a fulfillment of the alien's desire, and what a perfect, malleable puppet Leo has been

"Why are you panting like that? What are you doing?" asked the wife while pacing around her bedroom holding her bump

"I---I ngghhhmmm.....*muted* NGGHHH I' SO CLOOOSEEEEENNGGHHHhhhhh...... *unmute* Oohhhh.....using Nick's treadmill. Hmmmm...it's 7.30 after all, my workout schedule,"

He quickly muted the call once more and grabbed Leo's head and quickly pistoned his dick in and out of Leo's mouth to ensure that he shot his load before his wife's finished with her yapping!

"Mmmmhhh.... are you ready, boy? Gonna open that throat and eat my cum like a good obedient stay-at-home cum dump??? CMONNNNN BABY I'M SO FUCCCCCCKK.... KKAAAAAHHHHH....AAHHHHH.....AHHHMMMMMMPPFFFUuuuuucckkk......" Alex babbled as he shot his massive load all over Leo's face, body and the entire bedroom, the jock even found himself unable to contain all of the sticky, pungent, load as it overflowed from his mouth and caused him to cough rapturously, which he controlled rather quickly per the telepathic command from Alex for him to shut up and be quiet

"I see, okay babe, promise me to go home, okay? I'll let you know if there's anything major, and tell Nick I called. He weirdly didn't pick up my call the past few weeks,"

Alex unmuted the phone right on time as he then replied.

"Okay babe, I'm cu---cumming right there as soon as I can get will immediately book the ticket, I'll talk to Nick too about it, okay, sorry babe, gotta go, there's a package coming,"

And just like that, Alex tossed his phone to the other side of the bed while smirking at Leo, the jock he recently converted

"You look like a proper slut with that cum-splattered face, and oohhh....what a soaking mess down there,"

"Well, I'm whatever you want me, daddy. Anyway, talking about familiar call, I also got this interesting call from my older brother, Wesley. He asked on my whereabout and how I spent my day, seems like he started to get suspicious, pizza delivery job shouldn't be that long he said,"

"Is Wesley hot?"

"Consider a beefier me,"

"Then that's a legitimate target. Lure him in. I wanna have two boytoy worshipping me and help me do all these errands Master Zim told me to,"

"Okay, expect him to come-----"

*phone rings*

"Speaking of the devil," Leo said maliciously while flashing his phone to Alex showing a beeping screen with the name "Wesley" appeared on screen

"Oh, is that him?"

"Yeah, how about we do it right away? I'm so done getting called by him, so pesky,"

"Let's listen first what he's about to say to you," said Alex while nursing his sore cock and balls

As soon as Leo pressed "Answer", a deep baritone voice instantly barked from the other end of the phone

"LEO! I SAW YOUR CAR AND YOUR FUCKING HEAD ON THE 2ND FLOOR OF THAT HOUSE, GET THE FUCK OUT OF THERE!"

"What do you mean? I'm in the pizza shop," Leo tried to lie while also tried to crouch down half-heartedly, he wanted to act normal as if he really got caught anyway

"Oh, shut the fuck up. I'm literally staring at your stupid hair now that just vanished, stop hiding from me! How on Earth you ended up inside that house? Isn't that house empty too? The security said the owner and his son is leaving for a summer vacation abroad. Are you stealing stuff from them?"

"How can you follow me? And no, I'm not doing anything illegal if that's what you implied,"

"I'm working for one of the house in here, dumbass. Now, get out from there and explain yourself!"

"No bro, actually, what about you go inside here? I'll tell you everything,"

"Wait, what? No, no, no, no, I'm not gonna get charged with trespassing and whatnot,"

"What if I tell you that you don't have to worry about it, that I know the son and he asked me to watch his cats and all so I have free access to this house whenever I want. Ask the neighborhood security, the son's name is Jim if you don't believe me,"

"Wait.....he did say that name Jim.....but how---"

"Just go in, bro, I'll tell you everything you wanna know, and we can chill in here too while doing so. Just go straight from the side door to the back courtyard and the pool, I'll meet you there,"

When Wesley eventually appeared 5 minutes later, he's literally staring at his younger brother rolling around the floor playing with a cat

"A cat-sitter, for real? And you went hush hush for it?"

"Cus you are a judgmental prick that always found something wrong with whatever I do,"

"Hey, I'm just looking out for you, you've been wasting your 3rd summer with nothing but menial jobs when you literally enrolled in a good school,"

"Well, that shouldn't be something that bothered you any longer. I found my purpose in life already anyway, and you will be a great start for it all,"

Looking at Leo weirdly, the moment Leo lunged at him from laying flat on the floor to an instant leap surprised Wesley to the core. He never expected such move to be done by human at all because it's literally impossible for someone to just suddenly gained such elevation from laying down on a flat surface to burst out of nowhere. Sitting down on top and straddling Wesley in the backyard, Leo gained the upperhand from the element of surprise he pulled so he quickly punched Wesley right on his mouth to bust it open. Overwhelmed, Wesley couldn't put up any meaningful fight before getting dumped with Alex's essence from the fucking that he left inside Leo's system. Right as Wesley's body convulsed on the floor for the final time, Alex went down the staircase to witness the ensuing brotherly bond

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A car and a huge box towed behind parked right next to the house. Leo, who've been awake ever since 0430 AM to prepare for breakfast and start house cleaning, entered the room once more to wake his older brother up. That's when he also opened the window wooden-panel and stared at the new neighbor that came out from the right side of the car, a passenger then.....so there must be a driver too but that person is nowhere to be found. From the way the delicate man looked at him, Leo could easily decipher that he's definitely into dudes.

By almost noon, everyone in that house next door probably already soaked. Several person came around to help but quickly left after a while. It was some friends with errands probably, hence the short help. With no more distraction, time to pay the new neighbor a visit, Leo thought. The guy he saw earlier was cute, maybe it's nice to have someone smaller than him in the compound? Noticing that Alex is busy with his phone calls, he left from the back door and instantly jogged to the driveway to then greet the smaller guy he saw earlier this morning

"Hey there, are you the new neighbor? I'm Leo, nice to meet you. I think we saw each other earlier today, right? How's everything so far?"

"Hi there, Leo. Nice to meet you, I'm Martin. Yeah, everything's nice so far. Really thankful for my boyfriend to be here helping me out with all the big, heavy boxes,"

And just right at that moment, a shirtless muscular dude walked out from the house with a smile plastered on his face. And at that very same time, Leo's cock hardened naturally upon sighting of the huge buff guy that walked out from the house. Hot damn that's gonna make a nice addition to the compound.....

Little did the young highschool drop-out that already entered his mid-20 realized that the amulet shouldn't be touched by anyone.

The entity trapped inside the amulet awaken due to the contact it made with human skin and as the entity opened his eyes, the amulet glow in the rather poorly-lighted sewer and triggered a little ripple as it breaks free from the containment of the amulet and entered the unprepared Harry. The brute has no chance to defend himself from the invader as it quickly filled all extremities of his limb. Not even a minute, Harry already look different with sinister gleam radiated from his eyes. The entity is ready to take back what's his and avenged his defeat in a rematch that he won't lose this time.

"Yo Harry, sup?" asked Alfie casually as he excused himself earlier today because he got some emergency condition back at home, he claimed earlier to their supervisor

"Listen up, human. You are going to walk into your flat and get me your brother and his best friend. Do you understand me, Alfie?" asked the possessed Harry with his inhuman voice and an off-putting emphasis as he called Alfie by his name exactly when his voice returned to normal

"Yes Harry, I understand. Get my brother. What's to do afterward?" answered Alfie monotonously as his eyes temporarily looked hazy and lifeless while his steps seemed a little bit off

"Just wait there and I'll come pick you three later," answered Harry briefly before he ended the call

Then, after ending the call, the possessed Harry started his walk to the parked car used by his team. But even before he reached there, he found 2 of his workmate lounging on the ground after they got drained due to their work and now they're just chilling while waiting for the other.

"Yo Harry, mate, where you goin'?"

With a sinister grin, he looked at them and then rubbed his amulet. The soft look quickly turned into glare at the two unaware men. Not long afterwards, the two of them already walked behind Harry as if they're his bodyguard.

As they crossed the street, Harry could make up the figure sitting in the back of the opened van. There, the 19 years old Oliver currently minding his own business all alone while waiting for some other workmate of his. Oliver noticed the approaching Harry and the two others and greeted his older coworkers

"You done mate?"

Harry rubbed his amulet and glaring red lights radiated from it. Oliver's eyes turned bright red for a seconds and then suddenly his expression turned stoic

"What do you want me to do, Master?"

"First, call me Harry. Second, act normal but you're not going to disobey me. Three, can you drive?"

"Yes Harry, I can,"

"Good, here's the key. Now let's pack up and drive,"

"What about the others? Aren't they still inside?"

"I don't think they will ever come out from there. Gotta solved 'em first to charge up my power. Let's just pretend we know nothing about it, after all, we don't come to work today,"

"We don't come to work today. Got it. Then, let's hop in and you can tell me what you are up to, Harry,"

The vengeful spirit inside Harry smiled widely and that is animated by Harry's face. The two guy behind him still remained expressionless but their resting face looked like the type of face of people you don't wanna mess with. As both Harry and Oliver walk to sit in front, the two guys hop into the back of the van and sit quietly with their blanked out faces.

A fine example of how hypnosis can turn an extremely fit, outgoing and all-American jock into a dulled and docile puppet in this short post.

Before

After

It is something quite nice watching the powerful, honed muscles of this jock squeeze and pump while he flails about as his enthralled mind is convinced he is swimming.

Today, enjoy this deeply entranced Australian lad with a great body and clearly a nicely suggestible mind.

First up, some out of hypnosis shots so you have an idea what was being controlled.

Honing his body

Working out relentlessly

Flexible

Willing to push himself to his physical limit.

Knowing he has a desirable body

Perfectly happy showing off and being admired for his time spent on his body.

But all that physical strength did nothing for his ability to resist hypnosis.

Our Australian himbo now finds himself thoroughly controlled.

His mind putty in the hands of the hypnotist.

His muscular body weighing down the hypnotist.

Being handled like a horse at market.

His strength and fitness enabling him to pose in place when commanded.

His mind now filled only with the urge to show off and entice.

Whatever his reasons for working out, under hypnosis the audience is the beneficiary as he works his body for their delight.

Imagine what you might have gotten him doing in a less public or more explicitly charged setting.

Maybe you’re like him, a fit and handsome guy just waiting for some skilled mentalist to completely dominate your mind and turn you into a puppet; freed of worry, doubt and will.

Potentially belated best wishes to followers on the other side of the globe on Australia day. Hopefully this posts while its still the 26th somewhere there.

Some bonus pictures of our hypnotised lad outside of hypnosis:

Hey everyone! This is part of a story trade with @axeeglitter. Highly recommend you check out some of their stuff. This story is a combination of inanimate and jock tf. Enjoy!

Conner couldn’t even begin to understand what happened. His mind a jumbled mess of thoughts and emotions- trying desperately to understand his new reality. His body unable to move despite him desperately wanting to. He could feel a rough hand press against what had been his face. Forcing it up against the hardening member of his tormentor.

“God, this always feels good.” He could hear Coach Phillips’ voice echo around him.

The pleasure was certainly intense. And Conner could barely string together a thought. But he could remember bits and pieces of what happened. The young twink was worried about his football star boyfriend. Liam was always busy around this time of year- football practice took up most of his time. But ever since Coach Phillips took over, it was far worse. And sure there were pros. He loved the way his boyfriend’s thick arms felt around him. And Liam’s increased sex drive wasn’t something Conner complained about. But the young twink also noticed other changes. Liam was usually warm and kind, but now he was somewhat robotic. Eat, practice, eat, workout, bed. Other aspects of his life like school and dates were pushed aside.

“Coach... please... don’t...” Conner could hear Liam’s voice. He sounded so scared; straining to get his words out. And Conner wanted to hug and comfort his boyfriend. But he couldn’t. The reality of his new situation slowly dawning on him. 

He only wanted to help. When Liam missed another planned date, Conner finally went to confront him. He went to the football team’s weight room, where he found his boyfriend working out. And no matter how he tried to get Liam’s attention, his boyfriend was in a trance-like state. It then happened so quickly. Coach Phillips appeared, led both of them back to his office, and then... He could remember his arms wrapping around coach’s waist, the man’s cock deep in his throat. He remembers his body shifting and deflating. His face flattening and cupping coach’s cock. And then... and then... Conner could feel Coach’s dick start to throb and he knew what was coming. And in that moment, the fabric of Conner’s new body was saturated in Coach Phillips’ seed.

“Fuck... that felt good...” Coach Phillips moaned, his cock softening, “You know Liam, your boyfriend makes a great jockstrap.” Conner felt a hand smear the cum into his new fabric body, his thoughts fogging over, “Oh is that a tear? I told you, I needed focus and no distractions. Now, get back to your work out.”

“Yes coach.” Came Liam’s defeated and robotic voice. No resistance left in his hypnotized little brain. His mind caving after witnessing the love of his life turned into a mere undergarment.  

Conner could hear the door to the office close as Liam left. The pleasure of the last few minutes was dissipating now, and the horror of his situation began to dawn on him. He was a jockstrap. Coach Phillips’ jockstrap. The musky smell emanating from the coach’s thick cock and cum were unbearable.

“Don’t worry about him. I’ll take care of him.” Coach Phillips said, “He’ll be so much easier to keep under my thumb with you out of the way.” Conner wanted to cry- frustrated he couldn’t save his boyfriend from this, “Honestly, I’d be more concerned for yourself.” Coach chuckled, “After all, we’ve got plenty of time together.”

He wasn’t lying. Day after day, Conner would experience the same routine. Coach would wake up with a fierce morning wood that pressed unbearably into Conner’s fabric face. He’d quickly unload and go for a jog, his sweat and musk permeating deeply into Conner’s body. Afterwards, he’d drive to campus where he’d lift weights and continue pouring sweat into his jockstrap.

“Hey Liam.” He could hear Coach Phillips say, “Your boyfriend is awfully comfortable.” He’d mock. Liam would only nod, his mind completely broken- just another drone on coach’s football team.

And this cycle would continue. Days would turn into weeks and weeks into months. Conner’s mind was slowly deteriorating. If he wasn’t being worn, he’d be thrown into a pile with other smelly jockstraps. Unwashed and abused. Resisting the realization that not being worn was far worse for his mental state. After a few days of sitting in the pile, Conner began to miss coach’s cock. He missed the feeling of the warm sweat and musk. And to his horror, he came to realize he was accepting his new existence. Crave it actually. What else was left for him anyway? When Coach Phillips eventually did put him back on, Conner was gone. Just a jockstrap, thirsty for coach’s cum and sweat. And he couldn’t be happier.

It was perhaps a few weeks later when coach removed the jockstrap. Coach Phillips grinned as he threw it to the ground in his office and mumbled a few words. And suddenly, fabric became flesh. Bones hardened into existence, muscles expanding into a godly physique, veins pulsed with blood, and the former jockstrap looked up at Coach Phillips with curiosity. The new man slowly moved muscular limbs that had been frozen for at least a year. He felt his warm, tanned skin. His squeezed his thick pecs. He ran a hand through his short blond hair. Part of him confused- wasn’t he a jockstrap? And before that, wasn’t he a twink? Coach’s essence had molded the former twink into the perfect specimen of masculinity- his new perfect football player.

“Conner.” Coach Phillips said.

“Conner?” Conner’s deep voice echoed throughout the office, “Coach.” He couldn’t help but stare at coach’s semi-hard member. Drool pooling in the corner of his mouth. He was already missing it.

“I think someone would like to see you.”

And Conner turned to see a man he vaguely recognized walk into the office. He knew this man was important to him. But he didn’t recognize the massive pecs and arms, gleaming with sweat from an intense workout, nor the cocky grin and vacant eyes on his chiseled face- features that the old Liam never possessed. Now just a product of at least a year of coach’s unrelenting hypnosis. But in Liam’s vacant eyes, Conner could see a sudden spark of recognition.

“This is Conner, our new teammate.” Coach Phillips says, “I’d like you to give him a tour. You have the whole place to yourself.”

“Yes coach.” Liam’s now cocky, deep voice echoed through the room. He was nothing more than coach’s himbo football drone now.

And as Liam led Conner around the weight room, the two would bump into one another. Taking every possible opportunity to feel each other’s muscles. And finally, after a year of separation, Liam pulled Conner into a deep and loving kiss. The two squeezing each other’s pecs and running their hands passionately through each other’s hair. Their tongues did battle as the two boyfriends quickly made up for lost time, uncaring that it was in the middle of the workout room. And when Liam finally topped Conner for the first time in a year, the two lovers howled in passion.

“I love you, babe.” Liam said, his eyes still vacant, “I’m so glad you’re on the team.”

“I love you too.” Conner’s equally vacant eyes stared into Liam’s.

The two were nothing more than coach’s drones. Muscular men, both of whom were beasts on the field. But despite their broken minds and utter devotion to their master, the two had one another. The remnants of an old life guiding them and an unexplainable feeling saying they needed to enjoy this time while it lasted. Both unsure what would happen when the season ended and master had no further use for the pair of sweaty, meaty football jocks.

You can think of a few reasons why you found yourself in the audience that night. Well, really one. When you heard "Are You Smarter Than A Himbo" was putting on a show in your neighborhood, you couldn't resist. Sure, it was kind of stupid. You'd seen the clips online. They'd bring some braindead jock up on stage to flex, laugh, crack jokes, and answer basic trivia wrong. The poor idiot would laugh along as the audience laughed at him. You'd always figured the dunce was too dumb to realize they were laughing at him. But fuck, those guys were hot. So if anything, you'd get to ogle at some hot guy flexing all night and maybe get a few laughs out of it too.

"Do you think Zak's pecs are real?"

"Jason is like totally the hottest."

"I think Ryan isn't as dumb as he lets on."

"Did you know Mike is single? I can't…"

You roll your eyes at the fanfare all around you. These people were seriously into it. And then it starts.

"Welcome everyone!" You watch as a lanky man struts on stage with his hair slicked back and a wide grin on his face, "Are you ready!?" The crowd- mostly women and a few guys cheered in response, "I said: are you ready!?" You roll your eyes as the host worked the crowd, "Alright, alright… welcome." The host smiles wider, "Put your hands together for our main man!"

The host gestures toward the side of the stage and Zak strolls out with a slow, confident walk, his arms flexed as if expecting applause. He’s got thick curls falling over his forehead, and his chest is packed with muscle, tight under his white tank top. The crowd goes wild as he steps onto the platform.

“Y’all ready?” Zak shouts, raising both arms above his head. “Let’s go!” He pulls off his shirt in one smooth motion, and your eyes widen as you take in his massive pecs and perfect abs. The crowd similarly goes wild. Zak grins, flashing a perfect set of teeth, "I'm so fuckin' pumped to be here tonight! I fuckin' love you guys!"

"But Zak, I think you have something to say to everyone. Right?" The host interjects, patting the massive jock on the back.

"Yo dude yeah, for real." Zak nods, "Like, this is gonna be my last show, ya know? With the whole modeling thing blowin' up and all." The audience groans, "I know, it sucks majorly, trust me!" Zak frowns, "But like, you'll get to see plenty more of me. Trust me brahs." He winks and the crowd cheers.

The host claps, "That’s what I like to hear! Alright, let’s get started!"

You lean forward in your seat as the first audience member is brought up. It only takes a few questions for her to utterly humiliate Zak, who just laughs and flexes like the dumb himbo that he is. As the contestant returns to her seat, the host's eyes scan the crowd, zeroing in on you.

"What about you there in the blue shirt? He looks smart, right Zak? Let's get you up here!"

Initially you're shocked. You? The host gestures for you to make your way up to the stage. You can feel your heart pounding as you climb the stairs, palms feeling a little sweaty. The bright lights, all eyes on you. And as you step onto the stage, you get an up close look of Zak. His biceps bulge impressively, glistening with a light sheen of sweat. But god he smells like a wet gym sock.

"Sup bro, nice to meetcha!" Zak grins and throws a muscular arm around you, "Dude, you ready for this?"

"Aw do I sense a budding bromance?" The host grins and the crowd cheers. After settling them down, he turns to you. "You know how this works by now. Do you think you're smarter than a himbo?"

"Yeah, I think I am." You reply.

"Heh we'll see about that, bro!" Zak guffaws, "I was just goin' easy on that last chick."

"The confidence!" The host laughs, "Let's put it to the test. Your first question: Which is the only sea without any coastlines?"

You ponder for a moment. A sea without a coastline? That's... god what was that? You feel your cheeks flushing red, as you realize you don't know the answer to that. But if you don't know the answer, Zak would definitely not know either. Speaking of Zak, he's bouncing his pecs like the oversized gym bro he is.

"Is it the Caspian Sea?" You shrug, eyes still locked on his massive pecs. Of course the host shakes his head with exaggerated sadness.

"Ah, seems Mr. Smartypants here was a bit too distracted admiring the view to ace that question!" He winks at the audience, while Zak flexes.

"No shame in that, brah!"

You feel your face flush red with embarrassment as the laughter from the audience washes over you. Great, now they all think you're just another hormone-addled fool who can't string two thoughts together because of a pretty face.

"Alright Zak, a question for you now buddy!" You figure Zak is about to bomb this question anyway- round will end in a tie and you can walk away with some dignity, "What color are bananas?"

Zak scratches his head, "Dude… tricky." He chuckles, low and dumb, "So, I want to say yellow, but also green when they're not ripe. Oh but brown too if they go for too long!"

"Fantastic answer Zak! Well thought out!" The host grins as the crowd cheers, "Uh oh, looks like Zak has pulled ahead!"

The fuck kind of question was that? You look at the host and then Zak, who is doing a victory dance. The color of bananas? Of course Zak would know that- he's a fucking ape. You smirk at your own joke.

"Okay okay, let's try another one! Mr. Smartypants, are you ready to redeem yourself?" You're ready, more than ready. You're not..., "What pigments are responsible for the red color of leaves?"

Your mouth opens, but no words come out. You don't have an answer for that. Maybe you did know it, but between the flexing stud and the stage fright, you couldn't find the information.

"Chlorophyll."

"What a shame! That is not correct." He smiles at the audience, "It seems Zak may have a chance to widen his lead! Hey big guy, what day of the month is Christmas celebrated on?" It takes Zak maybe a minute or two to answer that one correctly, "Look at that folks, Zak is now up by two!" He turns to you with a grin, "Seems our guest is not much of a smartypants after all!"

Again, your face flush reds, "No worries, little dude." Zak ruffles your hair, "I uh, I got some smarts, ya know." He looks out towards the audience, "Last show brahs but first win!"

The crowd cheers and it dawns on you that you might be the first person to actually lose this stupid game. Frustration bubbles up inside you as the host and crowd continue to mock you. You're better than this, smarter than being made a fool of. Screw it, you're going to show them all up.

"I could answer every single one of those easy-ass questions he's getting," you mutter under your breath, but the mic picks it up anyway. The host's eyes light up.

"Oh ho, is that so?" He raises an eyebrow, a smirk gracing his features. "Well then, why don't you prove it, hot shot? Let's see if you can handle something a little more…your speed. Here we go bud - how does the body cool down during intense exercise like a heavy workout session?"

You chuckle. Really? This was the question? You clear your voice, "Sweating. That's how it keeps from overheating."

"Correct!"

"Woah bro, nice one!"

Yeah... that was a nice one. Finally got a question right... finally... You wince as a warmth fills your upper arms. At first it's just a gentle tingling, a warm buzzing beneath your skin. But quickly it builds to a throbbing, insistent pressure.

"What the…?"

The sensation intensifies, an intensifying heat pulsing through your upper arms. Your skin prickles and tightens as your biceps and triceps stretch against the sleeve of your shirt. It feels like the most intense pump after a grueling workout, but magnified tenfold. Your arms throbbing, aching. You feel aware of just how much more space they're taking up. And the twitching- it's incessant. Unconsciously, your arms start to rise, muscles tensing, flexing…

"Whoa…" you mutter, marveling at the sheer size and density of your upper arms, "How…?"

The host clears his throat pointedly, breaking you out of your awestruck reverie. "Ahem, moving on! Thanks for that… demonstration." He shoots you a knowing wink, a sly grin playing at the corners of his mouth. "Let's see if we can't challenge that big ol' brain of yours with another question, shall we? What does the acronym SBD stand for in powerlifting?"

"Oh brah, way too easy." Zak chides, crossing his massive arms over his muscular chest, "Even I know that one."

But your head is swimming. The powerful feeling in your arms send pleasurable waves of warmth through your body. But your mind. You're reviewing the question. Thinking it through. SBD? In powerlifting?

"SBD... SBD..." You rub your chin, unconsciously flexing your now massive bicep, "Huh... like... That's uh..."

You look over at Zak and he's making some kind of motion. A goofy grin on his face as he squats. Squats. Squats!

"Bro!" You grin, "Squats, dude! Yeah, that's what the S stands for." You grin, but the host shakes his head, "C'mon what?" You pout.

"You're still forgetting the rest." The host smiles, "And the timer is counting down."

You shuffle anxiously on your feet. You know this, right? But why would you? You're not into powerlifting. But like, it should be easy. If S stands for squats then like, wouldn't B and D also be something to do with working out? Yeah? Totally, that makes sense. But like, what else is there? What other... huh... shirt is getting kinda tight too. And fuck, you can't help but notice how warm your chest feels. Nice and warm, pressing more and more against the fabric of your shirt. Stretching it out against your big, meaty...

"Bench press, brah! B stands for bench press!" You say with a grin as your shirt starts to tear away, revealing a set of massive pecs and a chiseled torso, "Huh where'd my shirt go?" The audience cheers and you grin, staring down as you bounce your pecs.

"Excellent job, but unfortunately, you didn't finish. You missed D, you big dunce."

The host laughs, and you laugh along with him and the audience. Big dunce. Yeah that's... that's you? You pause for a second and start to feel that same embarrassment from earlier. They're laughing... not with you, but...

"Dude, can't win em all!" Zak slaps you on your increasingly wider back and you turn to him- now at eye-level, "But like, brah, you've got this next one!"

"Y-y-you th-think so.... brah?" Your tongue feels heavy, the words feel sluggish. You notice your voice sounds deeper to your ears, "I..."

"You have to focus there, smartypants!" The host interrupts, "Two more questions. Are you ready?" You nod slowly, "In a deadlift, how high are you supposed to lift the barbell before lowering it?"

"Deadlift..." Your eyes light up suddenly, "Wait, bro! The D! That's what D stands for, brah!" You say excitedly.

The whole audience laughs, as does the host. You look at him, feeling a strange sense of confusion bubbling up. Why were they laughing? What was so funny?

"Good job there, but that was the last question. We've moved on, big guy."

"Oh..." You chuckle, a grin forming on your lips as you let out a deep, dumb laugh, "Huhuhuh that was pretty stupid of me." The audience and the host laugh even louder, and you find yourself joining in, "Alright, gotta lock in, gotta... brah what was the question?"

"Dead lifts..."

"Oh fuck yeah! I fuckin' love deadlifts."

The host grins, "Yes, exactly! So tell us, when doing a deadlift, how high do you lift the barbell before lowering it?"

"Yeah... uh..." You bite your lip, thinking hard. Your fingers drum against your swollen bicep as you try to concentrate and with a sigh, lift your hands behind your head, "Oh nice..."

Your eyes lock on to your bulging bis and tris and you're momentarily distracted. But the sharp tang of your own musk drifts up from your armpits, momentarily derailing your train of thought. Fuck, you smell good. Really fucking good. But since when did you...?

"Brah, c'mon you got this." Zak says, watching you closely.

You shake your head and run a hand through your perfectly gelled, styled hair, before pausing- fuck your aesthetic is probably cooked. You awkwardly pat at your hair.

"Worry about your hair later, you've got a question to answer." The host says.

"Fuck, sorry..." You let out an awkward chuckle, "Just gotta..."

Your body moves instinctively into the proper deadlift position—back straight, knees slightly bent, hips pushed back—as if you've done this 1000s of times before. As you demonstrate the form flawlessly, a new awareness floods your lower body. Your glutes feel… alive. Heavy. Round. Perfect. You grin as you squeeze them unconsciously, feeling the dense muscle fibers contract.

"The answer is hips, bro."

"Let's fuckin' go, brah!" Zak cheers and slaps you on the ass, sending a wave of intense pleasure reverberating through your meaty glutes.

As the crowd cheers, your eyes lock on Zak. The pleasure from him slapping your ass still making you shudder. You drink him in, fixated on the prominent bulge straining against his gym shorts.

"Fuck..." You mumble- he's packing serious heat there.

Your mouth waters involuntarily as fantasies flood your mind- Zak pinning you down, those huge hands squeezing your meaty ass while he drives his massive cock deep inside you. The image of you riding his thick cock sends shivers down your growing frame, and you imagine running your tongue over every inch of his sweat-slick skin. You lick your lips and grin at the thought.

When your eyes meet again, Zak doesn't look away. Instead, his smirk widens as he catches you staring, and the few brain cells he has recognize exactly what you’re thinking. He flexes for the audience, but he turns to give you a quick wink, letting you know all that flexing was just for you... because he wants you to know he wants you too. After all, you know there's not way he could resist you either. With your... bulging pecs? Massive arms? Thick glutes?

"Wait..." You mumble. You can feel the rusting gears in your increasingly empty head turn ever so slightly, drool dripping from the corner of your mouth.

Your head was spinning, brain trying to make sense of all of it.

Something’s off, right? Like... this ain’t how it used to be. You know that. You weren’t… this. But then... what were you then, dude? Cause, like, look at you. Seriously... just look. You’re absolutely shredded. I mean, c’mon, those arms? That chest? You don’t just wake up lookin’ this jacked without bein’… well, this guy. So how could you not be you if you straight-up look like you? Right?

A dumb chuckle escapes your lips as all that thinking overwhelms and shuts down whatever last remaining brain cells you have.

The host snaps his fingers in front of your face, breaking you out of your haze. "Earth to bro, we still got one question."

"Huh? Wha-" You blink slowly, your expression vacant and slack. Drool slips down your chin as you stare blankly ahead.

"Are you smarter than a himbo?" The host grins.

"Nawww, bro, 'course not!" You reply with a big, dumb grin spreading across your face, "Can't be smarter than a himbo cuz… I AM the fuckin' himbo, bro!"

The host laughs, shaking his head, "Well folks, I guess that settles it! Looks like we've got ourselves a new resident himbo to take Zak's place. Give it up for… COLT!"

The audience erupts into cheers and applause as you beam proudly, basking in the spotlight. You feel Zak sling a muscular arm around your broad shoulders, squeezing you close.

"Dude, so fuckin' glad you're joinin' the fam, bro!" Zak enthuses, his hand drifting lower to grope your ass possessively, "Trust me bro, you're gonna love it."

Zak's strong grip on your juicy ass makes you shudder and you can tell by that grin that he's thinking exactly what you're thinking.

The host clears his throat loudly, snapping you out of your lustful stupor. "Don't forget to wave to the crowd, champ!" He gestures encouragingly towards the audience.

With a dopey grin, you raise a hand in greeting, relishing the adoration pouring in from all sides.

"Thanks y'all, this is gonna be fuckin' sick!" You call out enthusiastically, grinning like an idiot.

And as Zak digs his fingers into your massive ass, you lick your lips hungrily. The only thought in your empty head was that once this show was over, you'd be giving him a private encore performance that neither of you would forget…