Dr. Chris’ second solo hypnosis for their special client was Marky Mark. He was surprisingly tough to work around, as he had a very busy schedule. However, a little hypnotic prompting on Chris’ side meant he was coming in later that day.
“Hello, Mark. Please, come on in and take a seat. I know you’re very busy.”
“I am, but taking time out of my schedule to see a therapist is what my general practitioner ordered.”
“Oh, why is that?”
“She thinks I’ve become too obsessed with working out, and I have a funny feeling she’s actually right.”
“And this is because of your workout schedule you recently released to the public?”
“Well, Mark, hypnotherapy can help you in many different ways here. What change do you want to see that will have the most positive effects?”
“How about being able to power through a whole workout in the morning, so I have more free time during the day.”
“I can certainly do that! 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. Mark, 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.”
Mark’s eyes opened, and there was the orange Chris had seen every day of their life.
“Mark, you will now have the willpower and endurance to complete all of your working out in the morning.”
“I will only train in the morning, Master.”
“Good. Now strip to your underwear for me.”
“Yes, Master.” Chris knew that most of the world had seen Mark shirtless and even in his underwear before, but they wanted to see what he was really packing. He was still wearing Calvin’s, although much tighter, which meant his bulge was pretty visible.
“Now take them off for me, and jerk off to completion.”
“Yes, Master.” Mark took them off, and revealed a pretty-average sized cock. However, Chris was in for quite the shock when Mark started to masturbate. He was most definitely a grower, and reached Dirk Diggler size hard when he was fully erect.
“Is that your actual fucking cock size!?”
“Yes, Master. The people behind Boogie Nights had to explain it away as a prosthetic. This is my actual penis.” Chris was now in a pretty awkward predicament. They of course had the cameras rolling, but no one would believe Mark’s true size. Therefore, they decided to keep the tapes for their own personal record, as only they knew just how long Mark’s cock was.
The ejaculation didn’t live up to the size, but Chris wasn’t shocked. Mark probably needed a testosterone release daily. They helped to clean him up a little bit before speaking the ending script.
“When I say ‘wake up’, you will do so, and not have any conscious memory of this session. Your subconscious will remember everything. And you will be fine being nude around me, but only in my office. I lock this in with the phrase, ‘Burnt baby powder’. Wake up.”
Mark woke up, and much like the Miz, came back to reality quickly. “Wow, Dr. Chris, I feel mentally stronger already!”
“That’s great, Mark. And don’t forget to get dressed before you leave. And hold something near your crotch.”
“Of course, doc! Thanks again!” As Mark left, Chris once again just swiveled in his chair. They were a bit bored, but at least they were still making money.