Leo was an impressive guy in every way except the one that seemed to matter most. He had a brilliant mind, perfect manners, and impeccable appearance. He always earned the highest grades in high school and now at university, but physically he went unnoticed: skinny, average height (actually a little below average), shy, and constantly dreaming of being popular—of having a bigger, more muscular body.
One night, while scrolling through obscure forums, he stumbled upon mentions of a mysterious Tumblr user who supposedly had the power to transform lives. When Leo finally found the blog, he didn’t hesitate. He opened the ask box and wrote:
- Hi
- Can you tf me pls
(He attached a recent photo of himself.)
The reply came a few days later:
- sure!
- Q.P.I.M.M.S.F.M.C.C.D.
That message sealed his fate.
Leo never realized those letters formed an ancient Latin spell:
Quicquid Petivisti, In Magnum Musculosum Stultum Fies. Musculi Crescunt, Cerebra Decrescunt.
“Whatever you asked for, you shall become a big, muscular idiot. Muscles grow, brains shrink.”
The changes began immediately.
Just a few days after receiving the mysterious reply, Leo was already different. He walked with new confidence; his shirts clung to broader shoulders and thicker arms. He had even gained a couple of centimeters in height. Staring at himself in the mirror, Leo grinned—he knew he’d made the right choice.
But the transformation didn’t stop there.
His muscles kept growing, faster and larger every day, yet at the same pace his mind began to shrink. Complex concepts that once felt like second nature now confused him. His grades started slipping. For the first time, a small voice inside him wondered if this had really been worth it.
His personality shifted too. The once neat and organized Leo now left clothes on the floor, protein-shake bottles everywhere, and dirty plates piling up. He became louder, more outgoing, and loved hitting the gym and parties. He flexed for anyone who would look. But he also grew aggressive—he solved problems with his fists more often than with words.
Two weeks in, he was practically unrecognizable. Towering, jacked, carefree, and noticeably dumber. Anyone who had known the skinny nerd a month earlier would swear this couldn’t be the same guy. He now hung out with the campus bullies, laughing as they tormented weaker students. Deep down, a tiny fragment of the old Leo still whispered that this was wrong, but that voice grew quieter every day, drowned out by the rush of his new arrogant, shallow, hyper-confident self.
One month later, nothing remained of the original Leo. He had been completely consumed.
The new Leo—huge, dumb, messy, and always ready to party—was fully in charge and ready to conquer the world. Every now and then he’d open that old Tumblr chat, look at his desperate message and the cryptic reply, and smirk with perfect empty-headed satisfaction.
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Something had gotten the gears in Coach’s mind turning. A remark made by one of the students—Ben was his name—in his pass-fail yoga class.
“I’m not a big guy, but I’d like to be.”
One might hear that and assume it an innocuous wish. Coach wouldn’t fault anyone for thinking that way.
But he knew better. Coach had heard plenty of guys make offhand comments like Ben’s in his time, and there was always, always something more to it. There was a voraciousness bubbling just beneath Ben’s words, Coach knew, starved and desperate to be indulged in.
Though Ben hadn’t started T, nor had he ever played American football, Coach had an idea. Coach sent Ben an email, and the two had met in the man’s office before the week was out.
“You wanted to talk to me, Coach? What about?”
“I’d like you to watch a little video for me, Ben. It’s something I had my boys help me put together, for an extracurricular I’m wanting to teach in the coming semesters. It’s something I think you’d be interested in, boy.”
Ben made a movement at the word “boy.”
Coach, acting quickly, handed Ben a set of wired headphones, already connected to a laptop, and pulled up his video. Once Coach’s boy-to-be had slipped the headphones on, Coach set the video playing.
The video started out mundane enough. It featured Coach, flanked by two guys from the football team—both in full gear—explaining trends about the college’s sports programs. How the good win-loss ratio of the football team had become since Coach took over; how high-quality the uniform pieces were; stuff like that. Ben thought he heard… something in the stock music playing over everything, but he didn’t think about it too hard. Why should he?
The video continued in this way for a few more minutes. Ben was surprisingly engaged. Passionate. Swelling with a sense of pride for his school that he had not really felt before.
Coach smirked. The moment of truth.
A brilliant spiral flared into being and devoured the screen in moments. The whispering overtook the music, and Ben was blasted with picture after picture of shirtless, sweating jocks.
Jocks get touchdowns.
Jocks live in the gym.
Jocks lift weights.
Jocks get big.
Ben jerked back, but he failed to rip his eyes away from the flashing screen. Even still, he tried to get up, but he was held in his chair. The two jocks who’d appeared in the video were at his side—Ben hadn’t even noticed them come in.
Ben, struggling and straining, kept watching the video. Watching the jocks. The big…sweaty…muscled jocks.
Jocks get touchdowns.
Jocks live in the gym.
Jocks lift weights.
Jocks get big.
Ben kept fighting.
Jocks live in the gym.
Jocks lift weights.
Jocks get big.
Ben kept trying.
Jocks lift weights.
Jocks get big.
He stopped trying.
Jocks get big.
He was wet now.
So wet.
Ben felt the jock on his left move his arm. Ben let his arm be moved.
Jocks get big.
“Hold still, son.”
So wet.
There was a prick. A plunging.
Jocks get big.
Something was wrapped tight where the prick was.
So wet.
He liked it tight.
Jocks get so big.
It felt good.
Jocks get so wet.
It all felt so good.
Jocks get so wet.
Jocks get so wet and get so big and so tight. Being wet and tight meant that Ben was a good jock. Coach wanted him to be a good jock. A big good jock. Coach wanted him to be wet.
The video ended.
“What d’you think?”
Ben didn’t think anything. But he felt something.
“…I… loved it…”
“Good boy.”
There was more to be done, to be sure, but Ben was already doing so well. Coach would savor this one.
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So I’m pretty smart and non-confrontational but stand my ground when necessary, yet it can be stressful and when I’m off work and just having fun I would like to be a himbo. Also while I like having what I want clear, I find the idea of being a sub really hot. Is there any way to have it both ways? Can I be the intelligent professional and also the sexy, happy himbo when I just want to stop thinking and have fun? And should I call you sir?
Short answer: yes to the professional/dumb duality, and "if you wanna" to the Sir thing, but I can tell you do want to.
Longer answer: It's early and I haven't been up long, so be warned this isn't going to be the most eloquent response in the world. Howeverrr. To make things easy, my stance is that the risks of 'dumbing' in hypnosis are hugely overblown by subs (including myself once upon a time) and represent a misunderstanding of how causing such an effect could actually be done. To be perfectly honest, if all the depth a hypnotist gives their dumbing is to put you in a trance and tell you over and over again that you're an idiot or that you love making mistakes, etc etc, you have nothing to fear from that kind of suggestion ruining your life. Are there files which represent a potentially dangerous level of dumbing? Sure. I'd probably shout out Vive's dumbing conditioning series as an example of that, where I believe that file system's engine really could have a lot of knock-on effects outside of trance.
But generally speaking, when tists like me or most other muscle/jock/himbo tf boys talk about dumbing, it's either done in so abstract a sense that it's up to the sub to decide what dumb actually means to them, or it's explicitly clarified to be more about becoming laid back, not giving a shit, etc. than it is actually 'losing intelligence' or something.
And to be honest, even that concept is so vague it's hard to make firm statements on - what does 'losing intelligence' mean, in a specific sense? Does it mean flubbing your words, changing your hobbies, losing the power to count past ten...? Everyone's going to have a different answer. But for my money, I believe THAT kind of dumbing to be the more unattainable kind. It can be achieved by hypnotic conditioning, but conditioning always fades with time, and the level of work required to keep someone in that state is just too much. (Sleepingirl's "The Brainwashing Book" covers a lot of this in more detail.)
SO.
All this is to say that in my dichotomy, the question isn't "can you be a drooling moron for half the day and a regular, competent person the other half?" Instead, it's more "can you be dumber, codeword less in your head and less inhibited by shame and higher thought, in specific circumstances and retain your normal self-awareness in others?" And the answer to that one is definitely yes. I'm not going to dig into how that'd be done right now because I've written enough and that wasn't your question, but hopefully this answered... something.
Basically man, you can do what you want. The only limits with this kinda thing, beyond common sense ones, are the ones you imagine for yourself. I mean, if nothing else, hypnotic triggers exist and can be very effective; why shouldn't you be able use some to be dumb sometimes and not at others?
(Also, as for whether you can sub while having a clear idea of what you want and needing that to be respected... yes, you can. And you should. That's just having good boundaries. You should never submit without knowing that ultimately, even in a domsub dynamic, you are PLAYING the role of a submissive/inferior and the truth is that you both get equal say in what happens.)
“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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