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Thanks. You look like you’re well on your way too, bro.

My trainer? Not sure where he is, but he’ll be waiting for me when I’m done. He doesn’t need to be here for my stretches and rolling...

How do I like him? You... want my honest answer? I hate him. When I’m awake, anyways.

No, I never hired him. He stole me from my life. He hypnotizes me everyday.

You gotta believe me. I don’t know why I can say this to you this now, but I can’t do anything he didn’t tell me to. And all that he lets me do is meal prep, eat, train, sleep, and work. And work these days is flexing and performing for the subscribers he got me, or letting some guy worship my body, or playing whatever role he wants like a goddamn puppet.

I was a partner at my law firm. Now I can’t even read ever since he basically gave me dyslexia. I can’t use my phone, either, except to receive calls, FaceTime, take selfies, or listen to the playlist he made for me.

And I can’t ever wear a suit again. I’m literally OCD now about having to wear only Nike or Under Armour or else I’m afraid to leave my apartment. And any sleeves on my arms drive me crazy; they make me itch like mad and within a minute I end up ripping them off.

And if the shirt’s not tight enough, I feel claustrophobic, like I’m drowning in the fabric. And it’s the same deal with pants. I can only wear shorts now. Sir says I should thank him he forced me to follow him here to SoCal where the weather’s better.

In the beginning, I used to beg or try to bargain with Sir, or ask him why he was doing this to me. But it gets exhausting. It’s no use cuz I can’t escape. But sometimes, when I remember myself I manage to tell him I hate him.

... Yeah, that’s right Sir, I hate you.

Sorry, bro, looks like he picked you, too. Follow him out the door and don’t say anything. I won’t have to hurt you if you come with us quietly.

#jockification #TF story #mind control #muscle growth #male hypnosis #hypnosis #submit to him #clothing TF #bare arms #athletic shorts #spandex #objectified

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OMG there’s something adorable about watching a six-foot-four, 310lb henched-up roidbeast fuck-titan like Morgan Aste trying to open a juice-box.

#meathead #muscle #baseball cap #dumber

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Movement is life. Muscle is movement. I need muscle. I am muscle.

I need the right mindset. Coach gives me the right mindset. Thank you Coach for setting me right. Sets of five. Sets of four. Sets of three… Two… One…

I am nothing but my body, and this body belongs to Coach. My body makes physically real what Coach wills. My body has no mind. Mind is not real. My body is the only reality. I make my body perfect for Coach.

I do what you say. I am what you say. I obey. I obey Coach.

Lift. Stretch. Rest. Eat. Hydrate. Flex. Fuck. Fight. Compete. Dress. Undress. Listen to Coach. Nothing else.

Movement is life. Muscle is movement. I need muscle. I am muscle…

#jockification #dumber #TF quickie #Muscle Growth #submit to him #hypnosis #Coach #mind control #objectified

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Another video from his bro Mikey. He puts in his airpods and gets comfortable before he clicks. He’s realized long ago that these are brainwashing videos, but he doesn’t care anymore. He literally can’t object to anything Mikey does to him. In addition to cementing Mikey’s control over him, the videos have basically been uploading a copy of Mikey’s speech and thought patterns, Mikey’s everyday routine, and even Mikey’s fashion sense right into his brain. Now he’s pretty much unrecognizable to his friends and family, as more and more of of his old self gets overwritten by Mikey each day.

#mind control #hypnosis #jockification #TF quickie #dumber #bro #bare arms #baseball cap

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#singlet #sports gear #jock #spandex #wrestling #fighter

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Yes Sir.

#fighter #jock #athletic shorts

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Logan grinned when he spotted his roommate joining him on the porch shirtless. He now knew for sure that his jocking cap had been working its magic on Josh all night. The Josh he’d placed the cap on had been a skinny, pensive, stereotypical tortured poet—not much fun as a roommate. But the Josh that stood before him now had a body brimming with powerful, well-defined muscles, and a dull look in his eyes that showed nothing going on upstairs.

“Bro...” grunted Josh. “Something feels off today. But I can’t remember what... Maybe it’s this hat? I don’t think it’s mine but—”

“—Bro, you don’t really think, period. Seriously, it’s too hard for you. You might give yourself a headache.”

“Uhh... Sure thing bro.”

“But now you’re awake you might as well turn your cap backwards and wear it the right way. And get ready to spend the day with me. We’re hitting the gym first.”

“Sure thing, bro,” said Josh as he turned his cap around.

Logan couldn’t wait to see how much more of Josh’s brains the cap would convert into gains. By the end of the day the former poet might even struggle to utter a full sentence.

#jockification #TF story #mind control #dumber #muscle growth #baseball cap #bro #clothing TF #TF magic

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It happend again 2 my lil bro Colt. Out of no wear he got so confuzed n thot he wuz supposd 2 be sum1 else. Sum1 who wuz smarter n skinnyer than us bros who R owned by Sir. He got so scared so Sir talked 2 him quietly and then Bro got calm n sleepy. I like when Sir’s words make me calm n sleepy like that. Sir’s words make U feel so good n make evrything make sense, haha. Life for Sir’s boys is just workin out n sex n showin off our gainzzz n listenin to Sir talk. Who wud wanna do anything else? Join us, bro n U’ll see.

#TF quickie #muscle growth #dumber #mind control #meathead #himbo #Sir #jockbeast #submit to him

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Able to take this 6'1 latin unfit nerd into a big football jock.

Hey pigtsuku, sorry I’m only getting to your request now. I’m not even sure how long it’s been in my inbox. I’m not a magick user, but I'm friends with one who owes me a favor that I’m paying forward to you now. And he just told me how it’s gonna happen:

In your mail you find a small padded envelope, from which a gold chain slinks right into your palm, twisting into three perfectly symmetrical loops. You pull the necklace into the air to admire its rope style construction, and the warm color and bright sheen of the polished gold. It reminds you of all the jocks you’ve seen wearing chains.

You think their gold and silver chains suit them, but you’d never wear one yourself; it’s just too flashy and ostentatious for an out of shape nerd like you. “Who does he think he is,” you worry people would think if they ever saw you wearing one. The unabashed materialism of displaying gold on your body might also make you seem a bit shallow… or dumb, even. But no one can deny the finely-tuned, muscular body of a jock is meant to be shown off, and that a gold chain around a jock’s thick traps is the perfect little accent.

So you wonder what it’d feel like to do this one little jock bro thing. After all, the necklace is already in your hands: it’s all yours. You fasten the chain around your neck and thus seal your fate. You trigger the chaos magic that predetermined your new chain would be only be worn by a D1 college quarterback, and it starts rewriting your life and reality to fit the spell’s parameters.

Your Papá is no longer a trilingual UNAM grad who went to Columbia Law before marrying your librarian mother. And so they never raised you to appreciate the world’s literature and New York’s many cultural amenities.

Papá is now a life-long Texan who made a name for himself as a star high school and college QB, and who made sure to instill all his hard-earned skills upon you since you were little. All the books you read in the cafes of Williamsburg and all your nerdy extracurriculars at your prep school are replaced by countless football practices and weight room sessions you sweated through in the Texas heat to secure your QB1 spot in high school and your recruitment by Lawrence State.

Your muscles bulge and harden. Veins pop up through the skin of your arms. In this reality, no one’s called you lanky ever since you lifted through your growth spurt. The plain features of your face become sculpted and refined since you’re now the product of your dad banging the hottest chick on his campus 19 years ago.

In an instant, the old you is erased. A big studly football jock stands in his place: his head full of an short intense lifetime of football and little else. You’re chilling in your Lawrence dorm without a shirt, absentmindedly holding a ball. Energies dissipate as the new reality settles in and around you, solidifying forever. The gold chain you wear is now just an ordinary chain your father bought you in Dallas to celebrate winning State your senior year.

#jockification #TF story #TF magic #clothing TF #muscle growth #bodriver requests #football #dumber #blank

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#jock #bro #athletic shorts

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WR Alex Archer of Mississippi College strutting his stuff

#football #jock #locker room #bro

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Geared up for war on the gridiron. In uniform, your body is no longer your own, but the team’s. You’re now just a machine, built to Coach’s demanding specifications and deployed to exactly where Coach needs you in his scheme.

#compression shorts #jock #pads #uniform #submit to him #football #gear

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#jock #muscle #alpha male #tats #baseball cap

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Who were you before you put on the singlet? This question had an answer but it’s already slipped away, and as you feel your mind shift you realize it won’t matter much longer. The XL wrestling singlet was charged with chaos magic that predetermined it would be only be worn by its ideal wearer, and when Coach forced you to strip down and change into what he called “your new uniform,” it ended up changing you to serve its purpose. Reality is now rewritten, and you are and always have been the perfect nationally-ranked heavyweight college wrestler: massively muscled but lean, hungry to dominate and win, and completely obedient to your Coach’s instruction. Energies dissipate as the new reality settles in and around you, solidifying forever. Coach instructs you to take off the singlet so he can fully inspect his athlete, and you obey.

#jockification #TF quickie #TF magic #clothing TF #muscle growth #submit to him #wrestling #singlet #jockbeast #mind control #blank #Coach

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Sup bros

I know I barely posted anything this summer. All my spare time has gone towards living the jock life for real, whether out on the field for practices and games, or inside the gym building up my strength and conditioning. Or hanging out with my new bros from the sport club I joined this spring (gonna be vague for now on the sport). Even a lot of my time online was spent looking up exercises, drills, nutrition advice, equipment, etc.

I recently got injured though and I’m getting stir-crazy being kept from my weekly routine. But I still have a ton of images and ideas for posts and half-finished stories so maybe I’ll get around to those. Anyways, I hope this finds you all well on your own TF journeys and I encourage you to dumb down, beef up, bro out, and get jocked, my bros.

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When I get to our dorm room, I see Rocco at his desk, in a well-tailored linen shirt and slacks. His long hair’s immaculately coiffed. My roommate for the semester looks like he jumped out a fashion catalogue, while I’m standing here in a heather grey sideless tee. But you know they say: Sun’s out, guns out.

“Hey Rocco,” I say. “Enjoying California? The weather’s not too different from back in Italy, is it?”

Rocco shakes his head.

“This whole week, people kept mistaking me for the professor. Brian, is there something about me that screams ‘teacher?’”

I give him a once over before stating the obvious:

“Bro, it’s cuz you’re always dressed up in that preppy Euro shit. No one our age wears that stuff and calls it ‘casual’ like you do.”

“So I’ll have to dress like a slob to look my age? I don’t think I can go out in public in workout clothes and baseball caps like you. You and your friends always look like you’re ready to go to the gym, even at lecture!”

“I don’t see a problem with that, bro.”

“You know what, I so overpacked for this semester. Why try you take some of my clothes and try what it feels like to dress like an adult?”

“Only if you try some of my clothes, too.”

Before he knows it, I stand right behind his chair and place my Oakland A’s cap on his head.

“Here bro, try wearing my cap… See, it looks good on you! Now let’s turn it backwards…”

As I hold Rocco’s head in my hands, I feel his skin get warm, and see specks of light spreading down from the cursed ball cap, enveloping him from top to bottom. My roommate’s body slumps and his expression becomes blank. And the cycle continues.

When my big bro gave me this cap last year, it drained all my brains and softboy style, and replaced them with muscle and a jock attitude. And now I see the same happening to Rocco. Rounding delts and thickening pecs start to tear the seams of his shirt and pop the buttons. The hair on his head shortens to a more manageable style that won’t be ruined by sweating during a workout or pickup basketball. His skin becomes tanner, making it look like he hasn’t been avoiding the sun all summer.

“Bruh, I feel funny,” says Rocco, sounding like a local.

“You look funny wearing that shit,” I say.

Rocco looks at himself and seems surprised at what he’s wearing. I let him borrow my distressed American flag tank and yellow training shorts.

“Good, now you’re an all American bro, Rocco! Or should I say Rocky?”

“Rocky sounds fuckin’ good, bruh.” We head out to my big bro’s house party so I can introduce Rocky to his big big bro. But before we head in, I just have to take a snap of my fellow swoldier.

“Sun’s out, guns out,” Rocky shouts while flexing, before sticking his tongue out for the pic.

This is an updated version of my caption for the same pic in a March 2015 post.

#TF story #jockification #bro #dumber #bare arms #baseball cap #athletic shorts #becum a patriot #clothing tf

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Slutty blonde highlights, dim eyes showing nothing going on behind them, pierced nips, and no clothes save for a pair of tights so his thick muscles are on full display: What a perfect himbo. Goals right there. Wanna ravage someone like him and wanna be someone like him.

#himbo #dumber #muscle #objectified #spandex