Mischa, secretly @mctf21 in disguise, was bringing their first bodybuilder friend to Dr. Chris, Steve Cook. The blond himbo of a bodybuilder did not need to much prodding to go, especially when Mischa mentioned the massive gains he had from visiting with them. Dr. Chris also wanted Mischa to come in, and talk to him about something. The two bodybuilders arrived at Dr. Chris’ office.
“Mischa, how good to see you again! And you must be Steve. Pleasure to meet you.”
“The pleasure’s all mine, doc. Mischa here tells me you can do some brainy shit and get me even more jacked?”
“That is the end goal. Please, have a seat.” Chris then whispered to Mischa, “It’s a double today. John wants him for a fantasy.” Mischa nodded as he took a seat next to his bodybuilder friend.
“So, Steve, I know you want to get jacked, but is there any specific area I should focus on with you?”
“I want to work out until I physically can’t, doc. Can you do that for me?”
“Of course. Let’s begin. I want you to lie down and relax. Close your eyes, and listen to my voice. You are getting sleepy. You enjoy the sound of my voice. You want to listen to my voice. You want to obey my voice. Steve, I will now count backwards from 5. When I reach 1, you will be completely under my control, and open your eyes.
“5, you are starting to go under.
"4, you’re getting deeper.
"3, I control you now.
"2, no one else matters but me.
"1, I am your master."
Steve’s eyes fluttered open, and there was the orange that still lightly tinted Mischa’s eyes. Chris threw niceties out the window, and just commanded, “Strip down to your underwear for me.” Steve did so, revealing his already ripped body, and the fact that this was all natural, by the substantial bulge in his posers.
“Good. Now take out that big cock of yours and masturbate until I tell you to stop.”
“Yes, Master.” Normally, Chris would have sat back and enjoyed the show, but they had work to do.
“Mischa, I’m going to give you some of my hypnotic powers. These lunkheads won’t always want to see a hypnotherapist or any doc for that matter, so you can initially hypnotize them. That should hold until you are able to send them to me, and then I can lock it in with the Celebworld script.”
“Fucking sweet! But how does that work?”
“It’s a little bit weird, but you need to swallow one of my tears.” Chris then brought out a dog fur coat, pulling a Cruella de Vil to get their allergies to activate. They then collected it in a small vial, which Mischa promptly drank from. He was engulfed in yet another white light, but only surrounding his face this time. Once it dissipated, Mischa’s eyes flashed a bright orange before returning to the previous color.
“Did it work?” nervously asked Mischa.
“I would assume so. That’s what my hypnotherapy book said it would look like. And now let’s get Steve out of his trance, and into a permanent one. Steve, you will no longer remember that you should not be in Celebworld. You will always think that is your home. While you are on the island, you are to remain nude, unless a guest wants you clothed. If a guest does not want you, you will remain in the celebrity village, or there will be dire consequences. You have the right to refuse extreme desires, such as death or self-mutilation. Anything else that would not cause serious or irreversible damage is fair game. Your new sexual identity is polysexual. You will not care who you have sex with. You will also consume pills with your breakfast daily. These pills will stop the spread of most diseases to you. I lock this in with the word, ‘Kooc’. Wake up.”
Steve did so, with his erect cock slowly subsiding, still peeking out of his posers.
“Steve, you are to leave the back way and get in the car that will take you to the airport. Mischa, go back to your gym and ensnare more guys for me. Oh, and tell me who they are as well. I don’t know every bodybuilder there is.”
“Will do,” responded Mischa, as he left. Chris was excited that more requests had started to roll in, and that their job was now being outsourced to trusted individuals.