#jock hypnosis

my my, what a wish you have, to be honest I know how you feel, I've felt the same too.

You where walking to school one day to discover a shirt on the floor that caught you attention. A red and black jersey for the schools blazers, apon picking it up , you discover it was no ordinary fabric. It was shiny, and soft, it was latex

The smell that came from it was pungent, sweaty, masculine. You couldn't help but feel it was messing with your head, and your dick,. You had always fantasized about being a strong masculine football jock.. yet you were gay, and a wimp , so tragic you thought of yourself .

You decided to go to coaches office to return the jersey. Coach was a mystery man, he pumped out the best of the best player, almost scarily so, other than that nothing much is known about him.

When you open the door to his office, you are greeted by walls adorned by posters, cupboards lined with trophies and baskets or kits and gear, and into he centre was his desk, the muscular man lounging on his seet. The room also had a a intoxicating mix of smells similar if not more potent than the jersey, you almost couldn't breathe, it gave you a head ache

"hey kid.. what bring you here? Coach asked you in his deep voice

You speek softly

"I found this jersey on the floor outside, I thought to return it to you"

You would struggle with those words, as you kinda just stood there from there on

Coach smiled mischievously "my my. What a good boy you are.. please. Keep the Jersey.. is it not yours after all?"

He would go around his desk , pulling up your shirt with his arm and teasing your nipples, you make a small moan as he does so . He whispers into your ear

"such a good boy... you like that ?... Go strip .put on your jersey" he says with authority

You pull off your shirt , jeans and shoes and discard them, putting on the rubber jersey, it hangs off your body leaving nothing to be desired, but it doesn't kill coaches lust

Coach squeezes you body, teasing your rock hard leaking dick , your eyes glossed over , looking at the hidden spiral in one of the posters behind the desk , you started to drool , your mind melting

"such a good boy you are... just like a jock.. your a jock... remember? "

"i.. jock." You mutter as your mind rewrites it's self..to only football

At the same time, anywhere coach touches your body expands , he licks you, squeezes you, pinches you, licks up the shaft of you dick tasting your sweet precum. , your body expands, the jersey being filling out with muscles.. coach loving your 6 pack abs..

Your smell enticing him even more as you started to sweat. And stink. Masculine and raw, sweaty, earthy, a football jock..

"such a goot jock... .. i can't contain myself..."

Coach lets his dick free, leaking you over his desk and thrusting his dick straight into your ass

You chant in pleasure, overwhelming pleasure and obedience" jock.. I am.. a jock... football.. must obey coach.. jock.. obey coach... football.. obey coach.. obedience.. obey coach... Pleasure.. obey coach.. jock... Jock.. obey .. cum.. obey . .. cum cum cum.."

Your mind rewrites to into football. Obedience it pleasure. Pleasure is obedience.. you where a football jock from childhood... Obeying coach...being a bro.. obeying coach... Cumming.. obeying coach..

Coach roars at your chanting" YES YES. SUCH A GOOD JOCK BOY"

From your jersey comes black... Your body from your rist, half up your neck to your feet , a black runner body suite. Enhancing your muscles.. you can take it off if coach ordered it, but what good jock would take of their under armour?

Then knee high socks, rubber cleats, a rubber jock strap and shorts pool at your feet

Your face and hair remain mostly unchanged, except a cleaning up your messy hair

Coach pleased .. thrusts harder and faster

"must obey coach.. much cum.. obey .. cum.. obey.."you say

"YES , GOOD JOCK.. NOW BE A GOOD JOCK AND CUM !"

he would shout as he rockets load after laid of cum into your ass, absorbing into you.. you too shot out your former self .. the only thing to really remain is your still gay.

Coach would clean him self up, as you turn around "it is a jock.. it obeys .. what are your orders coach" you stand there mindless, your cock still leaking and throbbing, your mouth drooling.

Coach would smirk and hand you another leather jersey, "out this outside when you head home" the order and intention acknowledged

"yes coach.. I will "

Coach gets up and ruffles up your hair

"go back to the locker room boy. Your team will help you out" refering to his cock that's not ready to be finished in the slightest

You nod as you head over to the locker room, you where a football jock.. always.. a football jock..

"make me proud kid " coach says, it seems you remind him of the son he never had

Tehe.

Hope you enjoy your self now 😁

Pro tip : This also works with your own smell after a workout.

You wanna fuck big dumb jocks. You wanna get fucked by big dumb jocks. And most importantly, you wanna be a big dumb jock. There’s no better feeling in the world that you could imagine than being muscle bound and having no thoughts. Go to the gym and get big muscles for other guys with big muscles to cum all over when they ride you. Work your legs and ass for other guys with big muscles to stare at and rim. Chug creatine and protein shakes. And most importantly, remember how much people love big dumb jocks. No thoughts, no brains, just muscles and hard-ons for other guys with big muscles. Good job, big boy.