Dr. Chris received another call from Brady, this time recruiting Chandler Cox.
“He’s so fucking beefy, Chris, you would not believe it. And a bit dumb too. But I know that’s how you like ‘em!”
Chris couldn’t wait for Chandler to arrive. They had two requested clients after him, but once again, with no Celebwolrd prospect. Still, they knew today’s at least was going to be fucking great. Chandler arrived a few moments later.
“You must be Dr. Chris. Mr. Brady was telling me so much about you.”
“He is one of my best clients. So, Chandler, why are you here today?”
“I heard you do hypnotherapy. Is there a way I can make myself smarter and less stupider?”
“I’ll see what I can do. This mindset is a bit tougher from going to jock from nerd, but I can try.”
“Thank you, doc.”
“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. Chandler, 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.”
Chandler’s eyes fluttered open, and there was orange.
“Chandler, you will now have a positive self-image. You will use good study tactics and do normal amounts of stupid activities.”
“I will become smarter, to an extent.”
“It seems to be working already,” though Dr. Chris as tey continued, “Now take your shirt and pants off for me.”
“Yes, Master.” Chris already knew what to expect from his upper body, so, as always, they cut to the chase. In a rare occurrence, Chandler was actually going commando, and so Chris got a look at his dick much sooner than anticipated. It was a bit below average actually, hinting that these muscles could be because of steroids.
“Now jerk off for me.”
“Yes, Master.” It was revealed quickly enough Chandler was a grower, having a perfectly normal erect length, just above the average. His fist was laughably the same size as his erect cock, so it looked like he was pretending to jerk off, when he actually was. Chris didn’t have the cameras rolling for the public eye, as a sex tape would severely hamper his new “smarter” image. Chris would enjoy seeing the meaty stud jerk off countless times, however. After telling him to stop after they had enough, they spoke 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.”
Chandler did so, and the small but quite dramatic shift meant he took quite a while to snap back to reality. “Wow, Dr. Chris, I acknowledge my intellect vociferously.”
“Thank you. I would recommend toning down the language a wee bit, and don’t forget to get dressed.”
“Of course. One can not break any of society’s ordinances lest they face prison.” Chris was just excited to get the newly-minted scholar out of their office. He was the real world’s problem now.