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Dr. Chris was a bit hesitant to see this next celeb, as he was more of a model than a celeb, and he wasn’t as popular as their own slave, Pietro. However, Mischa and Roscoe didn’t think either of them would be a good fit, so Chris it was. They waited for the hunk, as Celebworld requests had all but dried up.

“Hello! You must be Trevor. Please, come on in.”

“I’ll admit, it is a bit strange seeing you, the hypnotherapist to the stars.”

“Oh, you are a star, Trevor, just not to as many people as Chris Evans, say. But you still came, so what is on your mind today?”

“I have a Ph.D. in molecular biology, but nobody cares about that when you flaunt your nearly nude body weekly to pay for the schooling. So, what I’m saying is I want to become a dumb himbo model so I can focus on what brings in the paychecks, instead of my passion.”

“And are you sure about this?”

“Absolutely.”

“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. Trevor, 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.”

Trevor opened his eyes, and there was the orange Chris had become accustomed to seeing.

“Trevor, you will now think of yourself as a himbo in your daily life. You will act exactly like one, but still have all the knowledge locked away if you so desire to access it.”

“I’m a himbo who still has their smarts somewhere, Master.”

“Good. Now take off all your clothes for me.” Trevor didn’t have a underwear photo like some other clients did, but considering he was a fucking male model, those photos weren’t hard to find. And as Chris naturally assumed, the muscles were natural, as Trevor’s cock was slightly above average.

“Jerk off for me.”

“Yes, Master.”

Chris definitely wanted to have the cameras rolling, but ever since the shake-up, they decided to keep all records to themselves unless the tape was part of their plan. So, they were the only one to enjoy the model’s sex tape, and his cumshot, which rivaled some porn stars. As they cleaned him up, Chris said 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.”

Trevor woke up, and because of the drastic shift, took a few seconds to come back to reality. “Like, thank you, Dr. Chris!”

“No problem. Please get dressed before you leave.” Chris saw Trevor really embraced the himbo lifestyle when he started to walk out without any clothes on. He was going to be a doozy out in the real world.

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Mischa was excited to finally get a new guy after the whole debacle Dr. Chris and their contact were going through. Ryan Terry was going to come check out Mischa’s gym. Much like the contact, Mischa created a new website for his gym with testimonials from some of the big names he had ensnared. No one needed to know they also lived in the gym.

Ryan arrived later that day and checked in. He noticed people like Calum and Steve working out, so he felt more comfortable going to this gym pretty much in the middle of nowhere.

“So, Mischa, you’ve really made a name for yourself in the community.”

“I have. It’s nice to have people like you who share in the common mindset that we should work together.” And the two did work out together. By the end of the two hour session, both males were sweaty and had gone shirtless. Ryan and Mischa made their way to the locker room, where Tim happened to be changing as well. He was stark naked, with no modesty towel.

“Umm, Tim,” Ryan got out before Mischa poked him on the shoulder. He turned around and was met with Mischa’s hypnotic eyes.

“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. Ryan, 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.”

Tim continued on with his business as Ryan’s eyes turned orange.

“Ryan, you will do whatever I say. You will continue to work out as normal, but nude. Your bunkmates will tell you more details and the idiosyncrasies they have.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Now strip for me and shower.”

“Yes, Master.” Ryan did so, and much to Mischa’s relief, he was not a steroid abuser. Trevor had shipped some formula over to him in the meantime, which had cured Metodi’s micropenis. He watched as the alpha stud went to go shower, as he had to return to his office for some paperwork on his end.

Just as a friendly reminder, Mischa is @mctf21 on Tumblr. They don’t have any plans to move, but their character still lives on!

 

Dr. Chris was a bit excited for the next pair of individuals to come to their office. JJ Watt’s siblings would be coming in any day now. After a bit of a snafu from his real-world contact, Dr. Chris and their friends were up and running again. The siblings arrived later that day.

“You’re Dr. Chris, right? JJ saw you before he left for Celebworld?” asked TJ.

“He did,” Chris responded. “But as you know, that was for the best for him.”

“And that’s why we’re here,” added Derek. “We want the same hypnosis that JJ got so we can be as good as him.”

“I see. And I assume you know this does involve hypnotherapy?”

“Yes, we were told,” responded TJ, a bit peeved after Derek already mentioned it.

“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. TJ and Derek, 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.”

The siblings’ eyes opened, and both had orange spirals in them.

“Derek, TJ, you will do exactly what JJ did while he was working out and playing football. This includes everything from exercising and eating.”

“We will be just like our older brother.”

“Good. Now both of you take your shirts off for me.”

“Yes, Master.” TJ already had a shirtless photo on record, but Derek did not. Both brothers were quite beefy, not unlike JJ.

“Now I want you to worship each other’s muscles and sniff their pits.”

“Yes, Master.” Chris rarely had two men come in at once, so this spectacle was a nice reprieve from just watching bodybuilding poses. After they had had enough, and the brothers had gotten a nice whiff of the other, they continued.

“Now take off both your pants and underwear and 69 each other.”

“Yes, Master.”

Derek and TJ both had on team jockstraps, a cute sight. Once they were off, they positioned themselves on the couch and began to 69 each other. Due to the circumstances, Chris couldn’t ascertain the dick sizes as easily, but it was clear neither was lacking in the cock department. They made sure their cameras were rolling, but this was just for them. The real-world changes meant their business was going to be rocky for a while, so they kept everything to themselves. Not too long after, both brothers cummed at about the same time. It thankfully went down their throats entirely, so no clean-up was necessary. They then said 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.”

Both brothers then woke up almost instantaneously, as Chris correctly assumed the three of them worked out together a lot.

“Wow, Dr. Chris. I’m starting to remember what JJ helped us out with! Thanks!”

“No problem. And don’t forget to get dressed before you two leave!”

“Of course!” they said, as they got dressed and left. Chris then made a call to Brady explaining the Watt brothers had come through already, so he shouldn’t try to send them. Normally, Brady would have sent them, but they already had a connection to Dr. Chris.

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Roscoe was excited, as he was going to capture another semi-famous fitness model, Stanimal de Longeaux. He too would be ensnared in a gym, but Roscoe finally found a way to spice it up. Stan was looking for a personal trainer, and thanks to some hypno shenanigans, Roscoe was waiting for Stan at the gym for their first day of training.
“Hello, I’m Roscoe.”
“Stan. And I assume you got my email about my workout specifications?”
“Of course.” With a little hypnotic help there as well. Roscoe then followed the schedule to the T, while building up his eye power. His master plan was necessitated on the idea that Stan was a big fan of cryo training, freezing your body to rid it of toxins and replace a cool-down. This high-end gym had one of those machines, so when Stan walked out clad in only a tight pair of briefs, that was when Roscoe unleashed his hypnotic eyes.
“Stan, I am your Master.”
“You are my Master.”
“You will do whatever I say.”
“I will do whatever you say, Master.”
“Now, follow me.” Roscoe escorted the nearly nude Stan out the back entrance and into his car. They drove to the complex, where Stan was processed and the next scene set up.

Andrew was patiently waiting in the doctor’s office, clad in his Under Armour practice clothes. He had just come from practice, as he thought he had pulled something quite severe. Dr. Longeaux then walked in, his lab coat nearly bursting at the seams from how muscular he was.
“Hello. Andrew, right?”
“Yes, doc.”
“And it says here you think you pulled your groin muscles?”
“Yeah. I’m the catcher, and I was trying to make a catch without moving from my stance, and I think I pulled something.”
“Ok. Let me take a look at it. If you would, please lie on my back.” Andrew adjusted himself, and Stan started rubbing and feeling around that area, close to Andrew’s genitals. “I can definitely feel it, but feeling it with skin-to-skin contact would be much easier.”
“Sure thing, doc.” Andrew took off his tight practice pants, to reveal his jock and the areas of the groin where it hurt the most. Stan then continued to massage and feel the groin, trying to find exactly where it hurt. He slowly made his way closer and closer to Andrew’s cock, and had just reached inside his pouch when he came to a conclusion.
“I think I know what happened. As you extended, one of the muscles just above your penis hyperextended itself. It is easily fixed with an ejaculation.”
“Do you want to help me out with that, doc?” asked Andrew, moving the pouch away to reveal a big and juicy cock for the doc to suck on.
“Anything to cure a patient,” Stan replied, as he winked and started to suck off his patient’s cock. Andrew quickly took off his shirt as well, and both men helped to get Stan undressed. Seeing that big and beefy doctor in the nude only helped Andrew to maintain his erection, and cure his pain. Meanwhile, Stan was having a lot of fun himself. This was definitely not the first time he had sucked off a patient, but this one actually had a valid medical point behind it. Still, he treated it like he did most of his hook-ups. He caressed the cock, making sure to reach all the erogenous zones, causing Andrew to moan in pleasure.
“Fuck, doc! I’ll be cured in no time!” Stan continued to suck off his patient, also fondling his balls and constantly lubing the cock up with his spit. Not too long afterwards, Andrew announced, “I’m goona cum, doc!” Stan quickly picked his head up and procured a petri dish from one of the room’s many cabinets. Andrew came, and most of it landed in the dish. Stan would throw it out, but that meant his “tip” to the cleaning staff would be less today.
“Hey, it actually feels much better, doc! I think you actually cured me!”
“It was a valid medical issue, Andrew. And if you’re ever in pain again, don’t hesitate to contact me.”
“I will, Dr. Stan!” Both men got dressed, and Andrew left the office. Stan relaxed and sprayed on some cologne before meeting his next patient.


Dr. Chris was quite excited, as they had another high profile football client, Odell Beckham, Jr. It was a bit easy for Brady to convince the pro football stud to see them. He was one of the most popular football stars of this era, and he would want to ride that for as long as possible. Dr. Chris patiently awaited him in their office.

“Hello, Odell! It’s a pleasure to meet you!”

“You as well, doc. Brady says you are revolutionary!”

“Ah, thank you. So, please, have a seat. What brings you in today?”

“I have a problem with my erections.”

“You do know I’m a hypnotherapist, right?”

“Yes, but you can help. You see, I’m bisexual, so both my fucking hot teammates and our fucking hot cheerleaders turn me on. Do you know why I usually do one-handed catches? It’s because I jazzed in the other hand earlier today.”

“I see. And you came to see me to help corral that desire of yours?”

“Yes, but not completely. I found some drive really helps my game, but it’s a bit too much right now.”

“Of course. 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. Odell, 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.”

Odell’s eyes fluttered open, and there was the bright orange Chris knew and loved.

“Odell, you will no longer have such strong desires for both males and females. The attraction will remain, but be at a manageable and productive level to your ability.”

“I will be less attracted to individuals, which will make me better at my game, Master.”

“Correct. Now take off your shirts and pants for me.”

“Yes, Master.” Despite not having a shirtless cover photo, Chris knew exactly what Odell looked like shirtless. They were a bit surprised by Odell’s choice of underwear, however. It was a pair of Versace briefs that was straining to keep his ample-sized cock inside. His balls were peeking out the side of the pouch as well. 

“Now take them off for me and jerk yourself off to completion.”

“Yes, Master.” Chris then got a look at the monster cock. It quickly reached 11″, an impressive amount for most people. Chris most definitely had the cameras rolling for themselves, but didn’t want to add another sexual problem to Odell’s slate. They enjoyed seeing Odell use two hands to rub one out, and he was one of the very few who naturally played with his balls while he jerked off. The resulting cumshot was spectacular as well, with Odell coating his chest in his thick and viscous cum. Chris helped to clean him up, and then went in for 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.”

Odell did so, and a few seconds later, he snapped back into reality. “Wow, it really fucking worked, Dr. Chris! I’m still attracted to you, but less so than before.”

“Great. Don’t forget to get dressed before you leave, and put in a good word for me if I ever come up.”

“Of fucking course, doc!” said Odell, as he finished getting dressed. Chris now was back on the grind, slowly but surely going through their master list.


Dr. Chris was getting another sports star today, but from an entirely different field. Ben Simmons from the NBA was coming to see him today. This was partly due to a documentary Tom Brady had recently put out, attributing Chris with allowing his mind to function like he was in his prime, and slowly adjusting his body to it as well. Ben arrived at the office later that day.

“You must be Dr. Chris. Brady said you were the shit, man!”

“He is one of my most successful clients. So, why are you here today. Ben?”

“I need help concentrating, doc. To save money, they’ve got the cheerleaders practicing on the sidelines, and they’re so hot and sweaty by the time they’re done, I can see their fucking nipples.”

“And this makes you lose concentration?”

“It sure fucking does.”

“I see. 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. Ben, 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.”

Ben’s eyes fluttered open, and there was the bright orange, the same as a basketball.

“Ben, women who are not romantically involved with will not turn you on anymore.”

“I will be chaste unless a woman makes the first move.”

“Correct. Now take off your shirt for me.” Ben had a skinny body, but it was clear he worked out, given his supple pecs and six-pack of abs, very toned. Chris really didn’t need to see him flex, so they asked him to take his pants off as well. Ben did that as well, to reveal a jockstrap, as was expected. What Chris did not expect was the flaming orange of it, akin to a basketball or his eyes presently. 

“Ben, take those off for me and then jerk off for me.”

“Yes, Master.” Ben snaked the jockstrap off, and revealed a modestly-sized cock. In a bit of a shock, Ben was a shower, expanding quite a bit in girth but not that much in height. Chris thought the old adage that black is bigger still rang true, just in different circumstances with Ben. They watched the basketball star jerk off for a bit longer, and then they decided to do 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.”

Ben did so, and a couple seconds later, asked Chris, “Did it actually work?”

“It did. I made you semi-chaste, and since you’re not gay, that wouldn’t have an effect yet. You call me after your next joint practice and see how that turned out for you.”

“Will do, doc! Thank you so much.”

“No problem. And don’t forget to get dressed before you leave!”

“Of course!” responded Ben, as he changed back into his street clothes. Chris on the other hand was getting prepared for a very high profile football star to arrive tomorrow, thanks to Brady, as always.


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.