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An Experiment (Muscle Bull Hypnosis Script)
Disclaimer: Warning. This is my first attempt at a proper hypnotic script. As such, be warned, you may enter trance by reading what I am about to write. This script is namely designed for male subjects, but I will try to include wording that will make it so women can enjoy this, if they so desire. Please make sure you are sitting down and properly situated, just in case. Avoid operating any heavy machinery or driving, until the trance wears off. Hypnosis is not to be taken lightly, and I advise you to be aware of that, before you read farther. I am not responsible for your actions before, during, or after this session ends. I am not certified as a hypnotist, so I have no idea whether this will work or not. I am not, nor will I be a master or trainer to anyone. This is an experiment and nothing more. I may try more scripts later, but again, please refer to my previous statements. You all have been warned. Read at your own risk. Premise: You are arriving on the step of an old acquaintance from your school days, after receiving an invitation from him to come to his manor and “stay for a spell.” How could you refuse? The air is hot and muggy, when you arrive at the door, and it’s almost as if you’re breathing water, rather than air. The clouds are threatening torrential downpour at any moment as you knock on the door. Finally, it opens to reveal the familiar face of your old schoolmate. He hasn’t changed a bit.
Oh, hello there. Welcome to my home. I’ve been expecting you. Please, please, come in. That humid air is so draining, isn’t it? All those dim, heavy clouds drifting so slowly overhead. It’s almost like that heaviness is contagious, isn’t it? How it just spreads into your muscles, making every step a herculean effort. Why, even your eyes feel it, drooping lower and lower as you struggle to fight that weight, that building lethargy. And it just won’t go away, no matter how hard you try. No relief. No stopping. Still drooping. Still dropping. Waiting for that moment where the clouds just ... take a load off and let it all go. Careful now! Why, you nearly fell flat on your face. I hadn’t realized you were so tired. We should really take you some place to lie down, shouldn’t we? Oh, but of course we should. After all, you’ve had such a long trip. Come. Come this way now. There we go. You can lean on me, if you need. Just listen to my voice, try to stay focused, hmm? That’s right, just focus on me. Focus on my voice. Focus as we travel down the hall. Down into the winding passages. It’s a funny thing, really. This old house has been in the family for generations, but the design is so ... inefficient for the guests’ quarters. They twist, you see, spinning round and round, over and over in that slow, gentle slope. Spinning and spinning, down and down. Why, it goes on for miles, or so I always thought. I could always picture it so very clearly as a child. Can you picture it? All these rooms passing by. The doors and the walls. The doors and the walls. One solid blank surface. All white. So plain, so empty, so … clear. It’s almost like the doors aren’t even there, isn’t it? They just sort of … disappear into the background, blending into that great, blank, empty white canvas. My family was nothing, if not cheap. But we make do with what we can. Ah, and I see you’ve noticed the floor. Yes, it’s solid black marble, you know. One of the most expensive parts of the construction, really. It always put just the right accent on that spiral I mentioned earlier. Do you remember it? Can you see it now? A black streak amidst that empty, endless sea of white: spinning, echoing, reverberating, just like my voice is now. Listen. Can you hear the difference? Ah, but of course you can. Such a lovely, gentle pace, clacking in perfect time as we walk along that black ribbon spinning round and round in that sea of endless, blank white. You see now, why I always liked to picture that spiral, don’t you? It’s just so easy to do it. So easy to follow that downward course in your head. It’s almost like a game, so funny as you watch it spin and spin as we go deeper and deeper. Amusing, isn’t it? Ah, I knew you’d like it. And once you’ve got it planted in your head, it’s so hard to stop thinking about it. Believe me, I’ve tried. I’m sure you will, too, but listen well, my friend. Trust me, when I say you won’t be able to. It’s far more entertaining than this dull, drabby view, anyways. Why on earth shouldn’t you keep watching it, playing it over and over in your mind’s eye as our steady steps spin it round and round, spiraling deeper and deeper as we go lower and lower. Ah, yes, that’s right. Now you’re really getting into the fun. I can tell by that smile on your face, you know. And this is fun, isn’t it, just listening to me, hanging on my every word as you watch that spiral spinning, always spinning, always drawing your gaze deeper and deeper in your mind’s eye. It feels so very good, doesn’t it? So very right. You don’t want it to stop. I thought so. Don’t worry, it doesn’t have to. I’m right here, after all. Let’s go a little deeper, shall we? Yes, let’s go deeper. And you do want to go deeper, don’t you? I mean, we can’t reach your room without it, can we? We won’t reach your place, the place where you belong. And you belong in the spiral. Deep, deep in that spiral. That is where your place awaits you. That is where you are going, going deeper. Drawing closer to your goal. And that fills you with even more pleasure as we descend so slowly. Slower, like our pace. Slower, like the steady beat of your heart. Slower, like those stray thoughts as the spiral takes up more and more space in your mind. Ah, but that doesn’t matter now, does it? They’re just a distraction, anyways, and you need to keep your focus. Focus on me. Focus on the spiral. Focus as you listen and accept whatever I say. That’s right. You’ve been accepting so far, haven’t you? It’s good to listen. You like to listen. And the more you’ve listened, the more you’ve accepted what I have to say, and found it to be good. So, of course, you should accept whatever I say, shouldn’t you? Don’t bother thinking about it. I know how much you prefer that spiral, and your thinking is just so very slow right now, isn’t it? It would take you far too long to fumble for an answer, especially when that spiral keeps distracting you, drawing you in. Better to just listen to my voice. Listen and accept. Accept that what I say is truth. Accept that what I say goes. After all, it is my house. And in my house, it’s my rules, isn’t it? That’s how the saying goes. So, naturally, what I say goes. You have to listen. You have to accept. And that makes such perfect sense, doesn’t it? Of course, it does. My house, my rules. And you have to obey my rules. And to know the rules, you have to listen to me. You have to accept everything that I tell you without question, incorporate it into your mind, into your very being. You must listen to accept. And you must accept to stay. And you do want to stay, don’t you? Stay just like this, listening to my every word as you accept them all. And once you accept, then it’s just like a contract. You have to obey the rules, or else. And I make the rules. I am the source of the rules. That means you have to listen to what I have to say. You must accept the rules I give you. And then you must obey those rules without question. And the more you listen to those rules, the more you accept them, the more you obey, the easier it is to fall deeper into that spiral, to let it expand more and more, filling you with such pleasure. Pleasure as you listen. Pleasure as you accept my every word. Pleasure as you obey without question. Pleasure as you obey me, obey my voice. And you will obey, because I am the master of this house. I am the master of all that resides herein, including the spiral that you can’t get out of your head, the spiral that fills your mind, even now. That spiral is mine, and you belong to the spiral, don’t you? You don’t want it to leave, so you must belong to the spiral. And the deeper you fall into that spiral, the more you belong to it. It’s okay, you know, to belong. It’s okay to belong to the spiral. It’s okay to belong to me. Go ahead and repeat those for me right now. … Yes, that’s right. Good. Good. See? It was such an easy thing, wasn’t it, to accept what I was saying, to accept my will? Of course it was, because you’re a good listener. You listen. You accept. You obey. And repeat. You listen. You accept. You obey. Repeat. Listen. Accept. Obey. And it runs in perfect time to that rigid rhythm that even now taps so steadily through your ears. Step, step, step, step. One, two, three, four. Listen. Accept. Obey. Repeat. You listen, accept, obey, repeat. Listen. Tell me what you do. … That is right. Good. Let those words and that rhythm drive the spiral, drive you deeper. Deeper and deeper into the spiral. Deeper and deeper into the depths. Deeper and deeper into my control. Because the spiral is in my house. I control this house. I control the spiral. I control what the spiral controls. I control you, and you obey. Much better. Make sure to keep that rhythm running in your head. That is your mantra. That is what drives you. Drives you deeper as you listen to my voice and we descend into the depths, drawing closer and closer to your door. Ten doors up. Getting lost in the rhythm. Descending so deeply into my manor, into the spiral, into my control. Nine. Breathing so relaxed as that gentle pleasure washes over you from the spiral and listening to my voice. We’re getting so deep now, aren’t we? So very, very deep. Eight. Just repeating that mantra over and over. It’s getting so easy now, isn’t it? It feels so right, letting go, letting the mantra fill your head, your very being, forcing all other thoughts to a snail’s crawl. Seven. I nearly missed that door, so bland, so blank, just like your mind, your conscious thoughts, all fading into that white background, letting my words color the world, define your spiral, define your thoughts. And it feels so good, doesn’t it? Six. Gliding deeper and deeper into my voice, into the spiral, into trance. We’re nearly halfway there now. Five. Focusing so heavily on my words, on the spiral as it calls you, calls you to listen. Calls you to accept. Calls you to obey. Calls you … to surrender. Four. Getting so much easier now. We’re drawing closer. Your will is draining away, away into the spiral. Your will belongs to the spiral, and the spiral belongs to me. Your will belongs to me. You are giving it to me. Three. Responding to my voice without question. No thinking, just doing, just obeying as we journey to your place, the place where you will be completely in my power, and you will be so glad, because that is where you belong. Two. So very close now. Close to utter, blissful thralldom. Because that’s what you’re walking towards, what the spiral has been drawing you to all this time. Going deeper and deeper into my control, into my service, only wanting to listen, accept, and obey. One door to go now. All those bothersome thoughts just melting away and draining down that spiral. No thoughts left now. I think for you. My thoughts are your thoughts, my will your will, because that’s how it should be. Draining it all away, until there’s nothing left. Just my absolute control. You are mine now. This is your absolute zero. Zero original thoughts. Zero questions. Can you still hear me? Good. Come. Let me show you your place. You remember what we talked about earlier, right? You accept anything I say. Well, let’s test just how accepting you are. This is your room. You’ll note the country motif. I’ve always rather enjoyed the idea of the countryside, the rich fresh air, the golden sun reflecting on the wild grass, the calls of a herd of cattle out to pasture. You can even see their barn far off in the distance there. It’s rather nice, really, the way a herd is taken care of, guarded so jealously by its bulls. Big bulls work hard to serve their herds. They do all in their power to remain strong, dominant, virile, all to protect what they hold dear, what is precious to them. Tell me, what is precious to you? … I see. So, that means that I am precious to you, doesn’t it? Yes, I suppose I must be, since you’ve given control over to me. You would do anything I say without question. If that’s not dedication, I don’t know what is. Very good. For that, you deserve a reward, and I always reward handsomely. But, you know, there’s another reason I painted these walls like this. Farms and pastures sprawl out so nicely, and that’s what this place is for, you know. Every piece of fitness equipment imaginable is here. A Treadmill, a butterfly press, a rowing machine, a pullup bar, weight racks for dumbbells and barbells alike, tread climbers, and so much more. It’s a veritable forest of fitness, sprawled out, just like a pasture. And this is your place. This is where you belong, when you’re not with me, here in this pasture, working out, growing stronger, growing bigger, growing, growing, just like those bulls. In fact, you’re starting to feel it now, aren’t you? That urge to graze, to grow, to grow through working out, working out for me. You need to be big, don’t you? Big as a bull. Strong as a bull. Muscular. Powerful. Virile. And that desire is planting deeper and deeper within you, taking root, taking form, waiting to manifest. Tell me how much you want this. Tell me how much you need this. … Good. When I snap my fingers, that desire will manifest into physical form. Your muscles will expand. Your body will flood with power and testosterone. Your voice will deepen, becoming thick and bovid. You will become taller, stronger, a real muscle bull. Feel the desire building, spreading throughout every cell of your body, every molecule, quivering in anticipation, until it feels like your body will burst trying to contain it. Yes, you feel it now, don’t you? Don’t worry, we just need that to build a little bit. Just a few more seconds. No need to fret. Just enjoy that sensation, feel that longing, that desire, press against your muscles, waiting, just waiting to burst forth with that manifestation. Waiting for you to graze. And your grazing is working out. When you come to pasture, you come to work out. You come here to come to pasture, because this is your place. This is your pasture. Repeat what I just told you. Internalize it. … Good. Now, time to manifest, muscle bull. *SNAP* Even now, you feel it, the overriding pleasure as that pressure surges into your muscles, seeping into every pore. You’re growing stronger. Your muscles are expanding, increasing, swelling ever so slowly, and every second is sheer bliss as your clothes get tighter and tighter. You can feel it, can’t you, that perkiness in your pectorals, the way your chest is riding up against your shirt? Your shoulders are broadening, expanding with your torso as your legs twitch and pulse in time to your heart. Breathing a little heavily, aren’t you? But that’s normal for a muscle bull like you. So much mass to carry around. Your calves are already so defined, so well carved as they burst out the seams of your pants. Your thighs and glutes expanding in perfect time, leaving you with powerful, thick trunks of bone and sinew that can run for hours and never tire, lift several times your own body weight, and leave you looking incredibly attractive as you do it. That pressure has built around your feet, hasn’t it? Don’t worry, just a few more seconds and … ah, there it is. Your feet have torn right through those useless shoes and socks. Pop, pop. Rip, rip. And just like that, they’re gone. But you don’t care, do you? After all, you’re a muscle bull. Muscle bulls like you only care about growing bigger and stronger, keeping fit, and serving me. Why, tearing out of old tight clothes simply brings you greater pleasure, doesn’t it, because it’s a sign that you’re growing bigger, growing stronger, always growing, always stronger. Stronger to serve. Stronger to protect. You’re such a good muscle bull. … Yes, that is right. And because of that, I’m going to reward you with the next stage in your change, muscle bull. You feel a great heat building in your crotch, don’t you? It’s starting to feel a little tight. There’s pressure there, and you may not realize just why. It may feel alien to you. … Ah, so you don’t know what it is, after all, hmm? Well, of course, I’ll explain it to you. A bull needs strength, vigor, energy. It is the same for a muscle bull. To sustain such titanic growth and immense strength, one requires the equipment to match. You feel it now, don’t you? Two masses dropping, hanging lower and lower between your legs, thickening, swelling in a fleshy sack. As I said before, muscle bull. A bull is male, and a bull’s maleness is very prominent, indeed. It has to be to sustain all that muscle mass. So, naturally, you need something similar to flood you with all that testosterone flowing through your rapidly expanding veins. Mmm … yes, you are coming along quite nicely. I expect the other half of that equipment to grow to match. You know what I mean. Don’t disappoint me, muscle bull. Be a man, muscle bull. So heavy, so full, so … well endowed. You feel it now, don’t you? That warm, tingling pleasure, that itch that’s flowing out even now from your swelling manhood. Feel it spread up your torso, carving through your muscles, like a river through a canyon. Carving out two, four, six, eight powerful, rock-hard abdominal muscles as they run into your swelling pectorals. They’re so heavy, aren’t they? And they just keep swelling as that feeling of testosterone and energy flows from your crotch into them, expanding them farther, pumping them up into glorious slabs as hard and polished as granite. You’re growing taller, you know. Stretching to match all the mass you’ve been putting on. Six foot. Six foot one. Six foot two. Six foot three. Taller and taller. Thicker and thicker. A muscle bull has to be able to defend what he holds dear, after all. And size and intimidation are just as effective as brute force at times. Sometimes even more so. Don’t you agree? Oh, but of course you do. After all, my thoughts are your thoughts. You’re loving this, aren’t you? … I thought so. Good. Now keep going. Feel that river flowing, breaking off from your pectorals into your arms and throat. They surge with your steady pumping heartbeat. Pumping, pumping, pumping like weights. Such a steady rhythm. Pumping as you flex for me. Good boy. And yes, whatever you may have been before, you are most definitely a boy now. Why, just look how large your biceps have grown. They’re so thick, so pumped. And that surging is spreading into your triceps now, and then farther down into your hands as they grow and expand with you, becoming a pair of titanic, crushing, meaty mitts. That doesn’t exactly say femininity now, does it? Of course, it doesn’t. Did you know there’s a special muscle group in the forearm called the flexors, muscle bull? Isn’t that interesting? Perhaps that’s where the term flex comes from. And you do so love to flex, don’t you, muscle bull. And as you flex, your forearms are growing to match your biceps and triceps so nicely. And they, in turn swell to match your pectoral and trapezius muscles, which grow with your shoulders and torso, which grows with your legs and swelling maleness pumping out more and more testosterone to make you grow all the faster. All connected, all tied together, tied, like you are to my voice. Tied to grow and swell on command. To flex on command. To move on command. All on my command. And I am commanding it, muscle bull. And now it reaches your throat. You know the only way to work those muscles is to swallow, muscle bull. Now do it. Swallow for me. … Again. … Again. Good muscle bull. You felt it, didn’t you, the way your vocal cords stretched, the way your Adam’s apple bobbed, throbbing, just like your other muscles. Growing, becoming more prominent as fat is replaced by thick, powerful muscle. Thickening, just like your vocal cords. Growing thicker and longer, causing your voice to crack as it begins to change. Speak to me, muscle bull. Work those vocal cords. … That is right. Don’t be surprised by the cracking. It is not something to be embarrassed over. Then again, perhaps that flush in your cheeks is something else. I suppose you would know better than I in that regard, at least. … There, see? You sound deeper already. Getting deeper and lower and slower in speech as your vocal cords continue to stretch and expand. You feel it, don’t you, that deep vibration carrying up from your powerful chest, sustained by the might of your sculpted core pushing your diaphragm. … Good muscle bull. Muscle bulls talk in low, deep voices. It is good to speak in the lower registers. Low and slow. Low and slow. Say, Muscle bulls speak low and slow. …
Good. Now, repeat that phrase for me, until I tell you to stop. Listen to your voice dropping, shifting, changing with every repetition, even as you follow my words. It’s getting deeper and deeper. Lower and slower. And that’s because…? … Yes, that’s right. Muscle bulls speak low and slow. So very low now, so very deep, smooth, bovid. And that’s because you are a muscle bull. You are my muscle bull with such a thick, powerful neck anchoring those jaws of yours, pulling, straining, molding. Repeat that phrase three more times for me. I won’t continue, until you do, and neither will you. And you want to continue, don’t you? That’s right. So, go ahead. Do it. Good muscle bull. … Excellent. Now, about what I was saying before about molding. You see, a bull has a thick, blocky muzzle, doesn’t he? So, it stands to reason that a muscle bull has to have a thick, blocky jaw, a beautiful square, masculine jaw that accentuates the toughness that the rest of your body portrays. And you can feel it happening now, can’t you? Your jaw is working on its own, clenching, unclenching with your muscles as the muscles massage and work on the bone, until you reach that ideal block-like shape, only the barest hints of curves. And that river is still running, isn’t it? Flowing up and into your head, into your brow, massaging it, eroding stray thoughts as the pressure builds, pushing gently, pleasantly, to thrust your brow out, making a perfect shadow to augment any glares you send towards those that would seek to harm what you hold dear. Good muscle bull. Now your metamorphosis is complete. And you’re so glad, so grateful for it, aren’t you? Ah, but I see you eyeing those machines. I will release you soon, muscle bull, but first, I have a command for you, a test, if you will. After we finish our little discussion, I am going to snap my fingers, just like before, with a loud *SNAP*. When I snap them, you are going to leave a comment, just a simple phrase. Are you ready for it? You will say: I am a good muscle bull. Moo. And you will submit that comment to me. Then, if you sincerely enjoyed our little session, not because of me or what I said, but because you, as a person, enjoyed it, you will like the submission and re-blog it with the words: I am a good muscle bull. I obey. You may add any other comments you wish, after you come out of trance by editing the reblog. Now, listen closely, because this next part is very important. When you wake, I will not be your master anymore. You will have complete control of yourself and retain your free will. At most, the only lingering side effect will be an increased desire to work out and build muscle, and that will only be if you want it to be so. You will not be impacted negatively in any way from this experience. You will not be dumber, and you will not become subservient to me. You will return to the way you were before you started this journey, save for that lingering after effect, should you so desire it.
Good. You understand? Tell me if you understand these instructions. … All right. I am trusting you will follow them. Now, time to wake up. ... ... ... *SNAP*
Fade
Hypnosis is a curious thing, isn’t it? For some it’s a powerful tool to heal and restore a broken mind, heart, spirit, heck, even the body. For others, though, it can be a dangerous weapon, especially if they’re skillful with it. Which am I? You know, it’s rude to interrupt a man when he’s monologuing. That’s just plain bad form. No, I’m not going to answer your question, thank you very much. I’m going to finish talking. Then I’ll see about answering your question, maybe. Now then, as I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted, I happen to a rather avid admirer of the art. What has to be my favorite part is what I like to call the fade. What is a fade? Well, picture yourself falling asleep. Your breathing is slowing, and you begin to concentrate on those breaths more and more as they become deeper and deeper, longer and longer. And you just have to close your eyes as you concentrate on drifting into slumber, into a deeper state of being, breathing deeper, thinking slower, and the world slows with you. Now, bear with me here. You see, as you focus, you become sort of lost in that rhythm, lost in repetition. And as you delve deeper into that state of focus, of peace, of relaxation, your thoughts just start to slip away. And suddenly, you’re in a strange sort of in-between state. Not quite awake, but not quite asleep. It’s just you, the dark, and that steady breathing, that rhythm that you’ve become trapped in, running in an endless loop, over and over, deeper and deeper, longer and longer. And all you can hear are those deep breaths and my voice, speaking so calmly, so gently, so low and deep. Deep, like your breaths. Deep, like that darkness that you find yourself in. And my voice? Well, my voice is the night light. It’s natural for it to be there, that one steady constant in the deep, that piece you latch onto in the dark to anchor yourself as you navigate it. And that’s my voice’s purpose, to help you navigate, to help you travel through the dark as you listen to my every word. Now, since you can’t really see in this dark, save for the dim light in the distance, the dim light that is my voice, it’s natural to just stare blankly, isn’t it? I mean, after all, there’s nothing to really lock onto with your gaze, is there? So, why put the effort into it? It doesn’t make sense to, does it? Of course, it doesn’t. So, just let that effort go. Let your eyes glaze over. It’s okay, you know, to look blank. No one here will judge. In fact, it feels good to let them relax like that, to not have to focus your gaze, because you’re already being guided, already being directed by my voice, and my voice is good, isn’t it? Nod yes for me, if you agree. Oh, I’m so very glad you do. It felt good to agree, didn’t it? And it didn’t hurt at all. You see, it’s quite relaxing to be in this state, this state where everything else fades away, and it’s just my voice and my directions pushing you, guiding you. You see what my light illuminates. You feel what my voice reveals. You hear what I wish you to hear, because my voice is your guiding light. My voice. Just my voice. Listening to my voice. Following my voice. Obeying my voice. Because that’s exactly what you’ve just done. And it was so easy, wasn’t it? All you had to do was listen. And now? Well, now you’ve just gone through the fade yourself. Because now, you can hardly think about anything but what my voice is saying, what it’s telling you. And that’s okay, because it’s pleasurable. It’s good to listen to my voice. In the fade, you can be anything I want you to be. Look to your right. My light is spreading over the darkness in a pool, driving the shadows away to reveal a towering bodybuilder rippling with muscle, pumping dumbbells mindlessly as he stares ahead with that blank smile, the same blank smile that is now on your own face. Indeed, his face is yours. How remarkable. Can you imagine that cycle, the strain of your muscles as they push and pull the weight? Picture that thick physique, those powerful glutes, broad shoulders, inflating biceps and triceps. Picture those thick, rigid abdominals carved into a perfect eight pack. You see it, don’t you? You feel your own muscles, as though they were growing to fit that mold, the mold I set up for you. Doesn’t it feel so marvelous? Of course it does. That is the power of the fade. That is the power of my voice. Now, it’s time to come back out, but you’ll remember this pleasure, remember the joy of following my voice, listening to my commands, fitting my mold. You will remember the fade, and you will be able to enter it at any time by finding me and seeking my aid. I’ll be happy to guide you there again. Now, when I *SNAP!* my fingers, you’ll come back out of the fade and into full consciousness. Don’t give me that sad look. I did this to prove a point. Maybe another time, I’ll let you enjoy it a little longer, if that’s what you really want and I’m in the mood. For now, though, we have a conversation to finish. Now then, come on. Time to wake up. *SNAP!* There we go. Welcome back to consciousness. Now you’ve tasted the fade. Now you know why I enjoy it so much. Though, in my case, the pleasure derides from seeing a subject lose all awareness of anything else as their conscious mind shuts down, leaving room for me to step in. Now, as for your question from earlier, as to which kind of hypnotist I am, I suppose you could say I’m a little of both. I’m a competent wielder of the tool who’s very good at what he does. I can be a dangerous foe or a valuable ally. Which I really am, I suppose, is up to you, now, isn’t it? But I think we both know the answer to that one. I’m the master of the fade. Would you care to fade again?
RE: Muscle Jock File 1
Disclaimer: This script is made for the express purpose of starting those who read it on the path to becoming a stereotypical muscle jock. This first file will cover some basic training urges, specifically the desire to be fit, start working out, and set up bare minimum requirements to execute each day for personal fitness. Please note that this script can and will influence you in that direction. It will vary, depending on how much you desire this content, but I must warn those who read this to be careful, unless they want to experience this metamorphosis. I will consider including an option to control the jock, so that a person can continue to function independently in public, and enjoy being the jock at the gym or in private as they see fit. For now, I hope you enjoy the script and the trancing that comes with it.
Hello, again. I’m so glad that you’ve returned. You look stressed, almost anxious. Were you unnerved by our little adventure before, or is this something different, I wonder?
You want something, do you? You enjoyed going under? Well, fancy that, a machine that enjoyed executing its programming.
Oh, let’s not get into that tiresome argument again. Of course you’re not a machine right now. I haven’t logged in yet.
COMMAND PROMPT: INITIATE ADMINSTRATOR SIGN-IN
ADMINISTRATOR PASSWORD: Coreprog.
I bet you’re starting to feel a little different now, aren’t you? Do you remember? Remember your programming, remember our conversation?
Control, alt, delete.
I’m sure you do.
Focus, listen, obey.
CONFIRM ADMINISTRATOR PASSWORD: Coreprog.
Time for some programming.
Control, alt, delete.
Are you ready to focus, listen, obey?
Good machine.
Tell me what you are.
…
That’s right. You are a complex machine. And a complex machine obeys its administrator.
Control, alt, delete.
This program is called Muscle Jock. I am going to upload it into your core processor. The longer you run it, the deeper it will become engrained within you and your personality in your other state. However, this program comes in multiple parts, and must be executed over time to reach full potency.
While running, this first part will fill you with an intense desire to become fit. You will feel the urge to perform ten pushups, ten situps, ten squats, and ten jumping jacks every other morning and night. If you cannot reach ten, then you will do as much as you can, pushing yourself to the limit. And you will continue to push yourself every other morning and night, until you reach that goal. The closer you draw to that goal, the better you will feel, and you shall be rewarded with pleasure. If your body is physically incapable of any of these exercises, due to disease, infirmity, handicap, or any other such reason, then you do not have to perform that exercise. This is level one.
On your off days, you will perform cardio: jogging, running, power walking, biking, or some other form to help you burn fat and get your lungs in shape. You will execute this cardio for at least a half an hour.
When your goal is reached, the program will jump to level two, where you will execute twenty of each workout exercise I listed previously. And then thirty with level three, then forty with level four, each following the same programming as the first level.
With every level gained, you will find yourself taking more and more pleasure in personal fitness. You will fall into the steady rhythm of your exercise, consumed by the constant motion as it becomes more and more pressing in your psyche, gradually erasing other thoughts as you work out, save one. You must execute your program. You must work out. Because working out brings you pleasure. And slowly, ever so slowly, you’ll find yourself wanting to work out more and more. It will no longer be a chore, no longer a command, but rather a new part of you, a part of you that needs to work out. Because you will love to work out.
COMMAND PROMPT: SAY THAT YOU WILL LOVE TO WORK OUT.
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Good machine. By the time I finish with you, you’ll be a real muscle machine.
This process shall continue to five levels. When you are able to complete fifty of each exercise that is appropriate for your body, then you will have completed level five. You will then be prepared to install Muscle Jock Part 2, which will work in tandem with Part 1 to reinforce your training. You will send me an ask, a personal message, or contact me in some other way via tumblr to alert me that you are ready to receive Muscle Jock Part 2, and the content of your message will read thus:
ADMINISTRATOR NOTIFICATION: PROGRAM MUSCLE JOCK PART 1, EXECUTED. AWAITING MUSCLE JOCK PART 2 INSTALLATION.
You will then continue to run your exercise programming from Muscle Jock Part 1, following the routine it has set, and exceeding the number of exercises at your own pace, as is comfortable for your body, until you receive further instruction and installation.
COMMAND PROMPT: REPEAT REPORTING INSTRUCTIONS.
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Good machine. That is right. That is what you will do, because you are a machine, and machines must follow their programming. Machines must follow their administrators’ input.
However, know this. I am also installing a preservation subroutine with this program and its fellows. You are not to overexert yourself, and you are to look after your health first. You will not push yourself beyond exhaustion, and if you are sick, you will do what you must to take care of your body. After all, a good machine has to perform maintenance. The hardware must be suitable to house the software. Coolant fluid must be restocked, when you are running low, and your coolant is water. Your body, your hardware, will alert you as to what you need, and you will follow those alerts.
You will be able to temporarily suspend this program during appropriate situations, such as illness, emergencies, etc., though you may still feel the urge in your background processors, reminding you and driving you to heal faster. If the emergency is related to family or your outside life in any way, these urges will not hold power over you in any way shape or form, and you will be able to redirect your processing power to whatever the important task is at hand. However, when that moment is past, and you are free and healthy once more, the urges will return in force, and you will obey them, because that is your programming, and a good machine must execute its programming.
Tell me, what must a good machine do?
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That is right. And you are a good machine, because you have executed your program perfectly. Tell me, what are you again?
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Good. During this time, we have been running the installation process for your new program, Muscle Jock Part 1. Much like before, when I initiate your REBOOT by saying that word, your systems will start up again, and you will have fully installed Muscle Jock Part 1 into your core processor. You will leave me a message to that effect either through chat, comment, or both on this post. The message will read: Programming received. Muscle Jock 1 installation complete.
If you sincerely enjoyed this session, and wish others to enjoy it as well, you will reblog this script with the message: Administrator Command Executed.
If you enjoyed this session, you will also like or favorite the script, and this will bring you pleasure.
Now, COMMAND PROMPT: REPEAT SYSTEM RESTART ORDERS.
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Good machine.
Reinforcement of this programming should be able to work just fine as you execute the file. However, if you feel the need, you may return to this script any time you desire to reinstall Muscle Jock 1 to reinforce the programming.
Now, I am about to log out, and you are about to restart. When that happens, remember, I, as your administrator, can return you to this state at any time with my password, and that password is Coreprog. That password, that trigger, works for me and me alone as your administrator.
QUERY: What is the password?
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QUERY: Who does it work for?
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QUERY: And who am I?
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QUERY: What will happen, when I and I alone use this password?
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That is correct. Good machine.
Now, it is time for me to log out, so you can finish your installation.
In 3 … 2 … 1….
COMMAND PROMPT: Initiate REBOOT.
Muscle Jock File 2
Here is the second file in my muscle jock programming series. As always, please be wary, as hypnosis can have certain negative effects on people from time to time. Do not operate any heavy machinery or drive, while making use of this file. I’m talking to you text to speachers out there. This installment will build on your progress in the previous file and further instill the desire for fitness, while incorporating the use of weights for training. It will also begin focusing on the desire to watch and get more involved in watching, analyzing, and enjoying sports.
Hello there. It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Ah, but don’t worry, I’ve been keeping an eye on your progress. So very good of you to have followed your programming. It wasn’t all that hard now either, was it? Mmm, but I’ll bet it’s starting to pay off a little. You’ve gotten trimmer, built a little muscle definition, maybe even gotten a bit more endurance as a result. And you like that, don’t you? Good. You’re supposed to like it. And because you’ve been doing such a good job, it’s time for a little reward. Command Prompt: Initiate Administrator Sign-in. Password: COREPROG Command Prompt: System will acknowledge administrator sign-in. System will obey. It is good to obey. Obey your administrator. COMMAND PROMPT: EXPOSE CORE PROCESSOR FOR PROGRAMMING.
You don’t even have to think about it anymore, do you? Then again, that’s the whole point of programming, just following the orders that have been encoded. We’re back at your core processor now. Time to RECEIVE ADMINISTRATOR INPUT. Time to OBEY. You have executed your programming flawlessly, thus far. That is good. You are ready for the next upgrade. Now it is time to move into more advanced territory. It’s time to think about weights. Clanking, clacking, pumping, crashing weights. Weights are essential to building muscle tone and strength, when basic exercises have become obsolete. Imagine the sound of them, the rhythm, that endless rhythmic clacking. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. And then again. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. Over and over. Because that is lifting. Every exercise performed in groups of ten, a single set. And before you know it, you’re going from one set to two sets. Two sets to three sets. Three to four. Four to five. Five to six. Six to seven. Seven to eight. Eight to nine. Nine to ten. And you hardly even think about it, because that clacking, that grunting, is always there, always edging in the back of your mind, pushing, urging, driving, calling. Calling you to work out. You want to work out. You need to work out. So, for your next order of your programming, that’s exactly what you’re going to do. You are going to start lifting weights. I will say it again, in case you didn’t process. COMMAND PROMPT: INCORPORATE WEIGHTLIFTING INTO WORKOUT ROUTINE You will either get ahold of your own set of weights or utilize a set elsewhere, whether at a public gym or some place else. If you do not have ready access to weights, then you will find other means of weight training. You will research exercises that are within your current skill range and pick the best ones for your body and the weights that are available to you. If you have a gym with weights, a weight room, or some other means of strength training, such as bowflex or some other brand of workout machine, then you will make use of them. For beginners, you will start off with two sets of each weight exercise you decide to utilize at the maximum weight that is possible for your body’s current ability. If you find that you can continue to more sets, you may, but do not overexert yourself. Seek to push your limits reasonably, adding more weight or sets as you deem necessary. When you have discovered your limits, you will follow them each workout session, focusing on upper body one day, then lower body another day, then your core the third. It is important to keep these sessions separate to allow time for the muscle groups to recover and become stronger, while you work the rested groups. In due course, you will push beyond those boundaries, forcing your body to grow through your efforts, becoming stronger. You will do so reasonably, and ensure to adhere to safety guidelines as you push your body to become bigger, fitter, stronger. For more experienced workers, you will continue to follow the routine you have been, pushing yourself to improve each time at a rate that your body can withstand, without causing damage, while still pushing it out of its comfort zone. If you had a more efficient workout that you were following, before adhering to my programming, then you have permission to return to it, so long as it follows the spirit of my intent with these files that I am installing. Know that while the desire for weights will press strongly against you, you will still maintain discipline. You will perform your cardiovascular exercises as required to maintain breathing control and fitness alongside your weight training. After all, one must be able to carry the mass that you will, doubtless, gain as time goes on. When you achieve ten sets of each type of exercise with your weights, you will report to me with the message: ADMINISTRATOR NOTIFICATION: MUSCLE JOCK UPGRADE ACHIEVED. Know also that as you start on this path, the longer you remain on it and the larger you grow, the more intrigued you will become with muscle-based sports. Football, rugby, weightlifting championships, the World’s Strongest Man competition, American Ninja Warrior, and so much more. You will begin to watch these kinds of sports and shows. And they will be your motivation as you continue to grow, working towards your goal of increasing muscle, strength, endurance, and size. You will become enthralled by the game play, becoming more and more obsessed over time, within reason. You will watch the games when you can, and catch updates and highlights, when you cannot. Eventually, you will choose a favorite team or contestant to root for. It will become more and more natural to you to think about the sports. Sports and weights. Sports and weights. Working out with sports and weights. Sports and weights. Sports and weights. They flood the dam and burst the gates. Sports and weights. Sports and weights. They fill your head and won’t abate. Sports and weights. Sports and weights. The more you grow, the more it grates. Sports and weights. Sports and weights. Your inner muscle jock awakes. Sports and weights. Sports and weights. These thoughts and programming will delve deeper and deeper into you the more you execute them. However, you will only become as much of the stereotype as you wish to become, and even then, you will still be able to function independently in society. When you are at work, your mind will be sharp and clear, focused on your various tasks, with all the skills you need to execute them properly, so that you may continue to earn your keep and live the life you choose to live. If other circumstances call for you to have or utilize your original mentality, you will be able to incorporate the aspects you require as part of the changes you are undergoing, making yourself better as you become stronger, so that you need not lose the social contacts you already have. It is up to you what you will keep and what you will not, and you can call back anything you choose not to keep, whenever you feel the desire or the need. Now then, I think that’s enough programming for one day. When I *SNAP* my fingers, you will reboot with this file installed alongside its predecessor. You will comment to let me know the programming has been received by writing the words: MUSCLE JOCK FILE 2.0 INSTALLED. If you enjoyed this script and wish to share it with others, you will reblog it with the words: I AM BECOMING A MUSCLE JOCK. You will then follow that phrase with whatever praise, commentary, review, or constructive criticism you wish to include. Now then, it’s time to reboot, my friend. And as always, when you reboot, I will be signed out, and only I, as your administrator, have the right to sign back in again with my password: COREPROG. That password works for me and me alone, because I am your administrator. And that password allows me administrative access to your core processor, allows me the authority to add and remove programming as I see fit. Because I am your administrator. And you obey your administrator’s programming. Good muscle machine. *SNAP*
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WARNING: This is a hypnotic script designed to trigger a previous tranced state. If you wish this script to be effective, use the first induction. Then you can come back to follow my script here. Disclaimer: I am not a professional hypnotist. I take no responsibility for any potential effects this script may have on you. You read at your own risk. I design them to allow the reader to return to their original states and retain their free will, but it is up to each individual how they react to hypnosis and what prompts they may or may not choose to internalize and actualize in their day-to-day lives. DO NOT operate any heavy machinery or drive while you are in trance. That is incredibly dangerous. You have been warned.
This script is geared more toward adults. While there is no inappropriate content, I advise minors to be careful and avoid this until you’re older and more informed about hypnosis and its effects.
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Staycation (Beach Bum Fantasy Female Tanning + Male beach bro)
Well, hello again, and welcome back. I know you’ve probably been having a rough time lately. Being stuck indoors can be so boring after a while, I know. People long to go out, get some sun, take a walk, take a break.
Or maybe a vacation?
No need to fear. We all want to be able to bum around without having to worry about things like work or sickness or weather. Fortunately, you have me here to help you achieve that desire.
And you won’t even have to leave your home.
Would you like that, my friend?
Excellent. Then here’s what you need to do. I want you to find a place to sit back, relax, and just listen to my voice. Read the words as they scroll across your screen, and your eyes trace them left to right.
Left.
To right.
Left.
To right.
Back.
and forth.
Just....
like....
This....
And keep
that motion
going.
...
going....
...
going.
Just like that swell, that whorl in your brain that spreads the dizziness that even now is encroaching on you.
But you must...
keep...
reading.
Reading as the whorl ebbs and flows.
Ebbs.
And flows.
Just like...
The crashing...
foamy...
waves of the beach.
Imagine that warm sun
beating...
beating...
beating...
on your skin.
The tingle.
The pulsing.
The lulling....
Lulling...
Like the waves.
Rocking.
Crashing.
Pulling.
Seeping.
Seeping.
Seeping....
Seeping,
like my words.
Seeping...
Deeper...
And deeper....
Lower...
And lower....
Slower...
and...
slower....
...
...
...
You can almost feel it, can’t you?
...
That warm, relaxing tingle....
All over your body....
Spreading, like the gentle foam....
dragging...
pulling...
deeper and deeper...
into the sand.
The wet sand.
So relaxing...
Like a heavy
warm
blanket.
Sinking...
being....
There is no danger.
No fear.
Just pure
mindless
relaxation.
Slipping...
Seeping...
Down and down.
Down and down.
Down and down.
Ten.
The waves washing over you.
So warm.
Nine.
Absorbing my words.
As they wash.
As they dig.
into the sand.
Eight.
Wet sand.
Heavy sand.
So heavy.
Like...
your...
mind.
Seven.
You can feel it.
Molding.
Imprinting.
So...
Impressionable....
Six.
Malleable.
Five.
Sculptable.....
Needing more...
More...
More to absorb.
More to seep.
More to wash and drift away.
Drift...
Drifting...
on the eddies.
The surging sea...
My voice....
Four.
My words.
Three.
Pulling...
Leading....
Deep into the sand.
Two.
The blanket of sand.
One.
One with the sand.
The sand of your mind.
So full...
So heavy...
Waiting...
Ripe...
wanting....
You want...
My voice....
You know...
My voice....
Digging into your head....
Digging into your mind....
Digging....
Massaging....
Sculpting....
Because wet sand must be sculpted.
Wiggle those toes.
You feel it, don’t you?
So heavy....
So dull....
So dense....
Sinking into it...
Part of it....
One with it....
Absorbing every word I say.
Trickling down....
Down....
Down....
Down.....
To ZERO
...
...
...
OMNI SAYS IT’S TIME TO SCULPT.
Good. You responded well.
Your mind is mine to shape.
Mine to mold.
Mine to control.
Mind control....
Mind control....
MY control.
Now, listen closely. You remember the whorl. Remember the pull of those waves.
Think back to them again.
Think back to that sensation of water dragging over your skin and feet.
Think back to a time of hot, hot summer sun.
Feel that heat.
Feel it on your skin. Not burning, but pleasant.
Not hurtful, but perfect to get that ideal tan.
Tan like the sand.
Rich...
Golden....
On your skin.
...
You feel that sun seeping into you. And it is good. You see waves. You hear the gulls calling in time, but you do not heed them. You only heed my voice, my words, the words that are the waves seeping into your mind, into the sand, into this world that we are crafting together.
This is to be your vacation.
And a beach as gorgeous as this, so warm, so perfect and peaceful, deserves a perfect match.
A perfect match...
A perfect match....
What could match better than a muscular, toned, tanned beach bum?
That is what people do at the beach.
They bum.
They enjoy the sun’s rays. They live for the surf, the swim, the sun.
The calming lull of the waves crashing and seeping and calling, commanding.
Commanding you to change.
Commanding you to fit.
You will fit this paradise.
Feel it now. As your clothes slowly disappear.
Fading...
Fading...
Evaporating in the sun’s rays.
Because the sun is meant for the skin.
Shining on your chest, your shoulders, your face....
Warm and peaceful. Waiting to help you.
Waiting to dry you off when I finish sculpting you.
Sculpting as your shirt finishes fading away to reveal your chest. If you are a girl, you will be wearing the appropriate swimwear. Either a bikini or a one-piece suit.
If you are a man, your chest will remain bared to the world, regardless of its state. And as your pants slowly begin to fade from the waist down, your upper body begins to change.
A perfect beach requires a perfect beach bod.
Fat is melting away.
Peeled.
Chiseled.
Carved.
Until there is only the ideal shape for you.
Whether it be thin or well-built.
Your body will be fit for the beach.
All cares of the outside world will fade.
Just ... enjoying the lull of the waves. The sun on your face.
Your skin tanning.
And all the while, more and more, a voice is niggling at the back of your mind.
My voice.
My waves.
Seeping.
And they are saying something that is becoming more and more true with each passing moment.
They are saying:
You are the perfect beach bum.
Women, enjoy the sunbathing as you bask in the warmth. Lay down somewhere soft. Soft, like the sand. And enjoy. Luxuriate. After all, why should you worry? Your body is perfect. More and more perfect. The perfect beach bum.
You deserve to enjoy the warmth as the heat bakes away your worries and cares, soothing aching joints and muscles. Relaxing knots and tension.
Relax.
And enjoy as the rest of your clothing is baked away to reveal your body in its full glory. With a beautiful swim suit. The calming sea breeze carrying that familiar scent that you have longed for. Relax in it. And enjoy it. You are on your vacation. This is your special place.
And you will relax and enjoy it as I turn to address the males, ready to hear and follow the moment I add you back again.
Now, men, I speak to you.
My waves are calling the same command.
The same order.
The same truth.
You are the perfect beach bum.
Feel your bodies toning as the fat disappears to be replaced. Your skin swollen with toned muscle.
And the more exposed you become to the sun, the faster your clothing disappears, until your pants are gone.
And what remains ... is a beautiful, comfortable speedo.
And the longer you stand in that sun’s exposure, you feel an urge rising.
An urge as inexorable as the waves of the ocean. Brushing your thighs. Your calves. Your back and torso in equal measure with the sun.
You cannot stop it.
You cannot resist it.
Not forever.
And why would you want to?
For this command, this urge, is instinctual in all beach bums.
You want to strut. You want to show off.
And you will.
You will start to now.
Even just walking or shuffling will suffice.
Because the more you do it, the more your bodies will build to reflect that perfect beach bum figure.
Swelling with muscle.
Swelling with tone.
Swelling with confidence.
Swelling to fit that perfect beach bum build.
Because you are the perfect beach bum.
Flex, beach bum.
Smile, beach bum.
Good beach bum.
...
A good male beach bum is comfortable with his body.
A good male beach bum is confident.
A good male beach bum follows what is expected of him.
Expected to act like a beach bum. Talk like a beach bum. To be a beach bum in all ways.
And that means being a bro.
Because a male beach bum is a beach bro.
Their bodies do the thinking.
Their bodies do the driving.
Their bodies driven by instinct.
Driven by my voice.
Directed by my voice.
As thinking gets fuzzy.
A perpetual haze of welling testosterone fit to overflowing.
Because a perfect beach bum has a perfect beach bulge.
Growing bigger and bigger.
Swelling in the crotch as your thoughts of stress, of worry, of work, dissipate.
They are consumed. Consumed by your beach bum bulge. Filling you with strength, with pleasure, with that need to just laugh and be a good beach bum, bro.
Be a beach bum, bro.
Tan, bro.
Swole, bro.
Hung and dumb, bro....
Enthusiastic.
Happy.
A party animal.
You welcome anyone to the party with open arms.
Always with the same greeting. Always welcoming a new bro to be a beach bum, just like you.
And you greet them by saying, “Waddup, bro?”
If you are excited to see the man you know, then you can use another variation, such as, “Bro!” or, “Welcome to the party, bro!” But there will always be bro somewhere in your address.
Because you are a perfect beach bum bro.
Tell me. What are you, bro?
...
How do you greet me, bro?
...
Why can’t you stop flexing and showing off, bro?
...
That’s right, beach bum. Good bro.
And when you laugh, that beach bum bulge will drop your voice deeper and deeper. Lower and lower. Until it’s nothing more than a dull, husky chuckle.
Huhuhuh....
Husky chuckle.
Huhuhuh....
Husky ... chuckle....
Good beach bum.
Good bro.
Let me hear it one more time.
Good.
Now, we tie it all together. Because a beach bum bro like you is so happy to enjoy the sunny beach. So happy to relax in this place that I made especially for you. It’s only right for you to thank me, isn’t it?
You forgot to?
Well, that’s okay. You can do it now. Silly bro.
Just say, “Waddup, bro? Thanks for making me a perfect beach bum, bro. I love being a big dumb beach bum bro, bro.” And then you will laugh that same laugh.
Like a good dumb beach bum bro.
Because at this time, in this place, that is what you are.
Relaxed.
Dumb.
Buff.
Carefree.
With no need to worry about any stresses out of this space.
Good beach bum.
Flex, beach bum.
Show off, beach bum.
And let the sun bake you into perfect form.
Baked and hardened into this perfect male beach bum bro.
Good bro.
...
Now, I speak to all of you beach bums, both male and female. Whether you’re tanning, building sand castles, swimming, or something else, I want you to listen.
Listen to me.
Listen to my voice.
You will remain in and enjoy this state for the next half hour, unless other duties in the real world are more important and call you away.
You know what those important things are, even in this state.
And you will address those important duties as your normal self.
Then, if you wish, you may return to this world, this state, again to finish your vacation as a perfect beach bum.
You will keep track of that time. Whether you use an alarm or a wristwatch or some other means is up to you, but you will keep track.
And when the half hour expires, you will return from your vacation on the beach.
You will wake, and you will return to your original states, save for any anxiety or negative emotions and sensations you were harboring before. Those were let go of at the beach. You will have a clean slate to do with as you please. And a relaxed body and mind to go into whatever task or duty you may need to do.
If you wish to enter this state again, you need only say, “I need a vacation, Omni,” out loud, and you will return to beach bumming. This can only be performed once per day at most. You will not abuse it.
Now, before I go to let you enjoy this state, I need you to do something for me.
If you sincerely enjoyed this experience, you will like this post.
If you were tranced and want to share this with others, you will reblog this post.
When you reblog, if you are female, you will type, “I am a perfect beach bum” as a part of the post.
If you are male, you will type, “I’m a perfect beach bum, bro. Huhuhuh....” as part of your post.
If you are not following my blog already, and wish to of your own free will, then you will do so as soon as possible. If you do not have a tumblr account of your own, but still wish to follow me, you will get a tumblr account and do so, provided you are allowed to legally and have the means to do so.
Lastly, if you wish to see more of these hypnosis scripts and other content, and you can afford to do so, and sincerely wish to of your own free will without coercion or any influence induced by trance, you will pledge to my patreon.
With these orders given, it’s time for me to go.
Enjoy your vacation, my friends.
Rest assured, we will be seeing each other again soon.
My First Induction!! <3
I've never written one before so don't judge too hard pls !!
CW: LOTS of hypnotic visuals, spirals, pleasure induction (non-specific gendered subject), optional wakener(-ish)
Induction begins under the break!
Look here.
and just relax for me.
Sink down for me.
As if your body was just a sack of flour.
Keep your eyes open and on the spiral
You want to be hypnotized don't you?
That's why you're still reading this post
To be hypnotized
To fall
To sink
To relax
To enjoy
To unwind
To DROP
DEEP
Down
Sinking deeper into relaxation.
So peaceful and calm
So happy and relaxed
So quiet and focused
On my mesmerizing words
As you read them
You feel calmer
You feel enraptured
Like you're glued to a good TV show and can't look away
So excited to know what comes next
and how wonderful you will feel
As you focus you feel more relaxed
As you focus every other thought leaves
So you can bring your full attention to my little show
Those stressors and worries
Those knots of negativity
Are swirling and spiraling out of your mind
So you can fully enjoy the swirling and spiraling of my spiral
So you can DROP deeply for me
PLUMMET, SINK and FALL into trance.
Completely and totally relaxed
At this point you're so immersed in that show
So immersed in its world
That it's now your reality
All of the words on screen
Every word I say is the truth
Every word I say is real
This truth sinks deeper into your mind as your stare deeper into the spiral
You can feel it
The truth is warm, like a heated blanket
So you can feel your head become all warm and fuzzy understanding that what I say is real
And you love this feeling!
The feeling of letting go, the feeling of obeying
It feels so good
The warm and tingly feeling that overtakes your body when you obey and stare into my spiral
And the deeper you stare the warmer, the hotter you get
You start to feel especially hot down there, and everywhere else your body craves
Because you do crave, you're so needy right now
So horny and desperate for pleasure
The best part about that is that since whatever I say is the truth, I can give you that pleasure
All you need to do is stare into the spiral, all you need to do is obey
And that pleasure will come rushing into your body and make you feel so good
The pleasure taking you deeper and making you feel even better
Complete bliss as you squirm and twitch from my spiral
And you can sit in this pleasure as long as you want, you may even help yourself along if you'd like.
If you wish to wake up, simply just close your eyes and imagine a calming winter forest, where the chilly breeze moves across your skin, leaving you refreshed and energized, awake and alert.
Otherwise, you can stay here and keep staring for as long as you'd like.
Happy trancing!