Dr. Chris had their final requested patient today, which had coincided with the final Celebworld request. That meant they were back to just going down the list and employing Roscoe, but it was all good. Today’s celeb was Mario Lopez, who was actually one of the easiest celebs to get there. Chris patiently waited in their office for him to arrive. 

“Hello, you must be Dr. Chris! Pleasure to meet you!”

“You as well, Mario. So, what brings you in today?”

“I’m pretty busy these days, filming news shows daily and spending time with my family.”

“Neither of those sounds bad, Mario. What do you want to work on?”

“I would rather be a porn star instead, for a company like Men.com.” Chris thankfully did not do a spit-take, but his mouth did drop in shock. 

“Oh, okay. So what can I do to help?” 

“You’re a hypnotherapist, right? I want you to mold me into that mind set, okay?”

“Okay.” Chris was quite shocked at the request, but Mario was paying big bucks to see him. "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. Mario, 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.”

Mario’s eyes opened, and his stunning eyes were replaced with orange spirals.

“Mario, you will now think of yourself as a porn star. You will whore yourself out to high profile companies and degrade your image. However, you will still have a loving family to go back to.”

“I will be a porn star, Master.”

“Good. Now strip completely as I make a call.” Chris got on the phone with his Men.com contact, the same one he used with Roscoe. “Hey, it’s Chris.”

“Who do you have this time?”

“Mario fucking Lopez, man.”

“Oh my fucking god, I hope you’re not shitting me, Chris.” 

“I’m not.” Chris switched to FaceTime and showed his contact the nude Mario, waiting for his next command.

“Make a promo right now and send it to me. This is fucking gold, Chris!” They hung up and explained to Mario what he needed to say.

“Hi everyone! I’m Mario Lopez, and I’m proud to announce that in the next month, I will have my first scene with Men.com. That’s right, I’m moving into gay porn! I hope seeing a celeb like me there will normalize porn and make it more mainstream. And now’s here a little preview of what’s to cum.” He sat down on Chris’ couch and jerked off for a bit. Mario had a pretty impressive cock, topping out at eight inches. He stroked it for a bit before Chris stopped filming and sent the rough cut to his contact. 

“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.”

Mario woke up, and since he underwent a dramatic change, it took a few seconds to snap back to reality. “I feel better already. What did I do while I was under?”

“Just wait and see,” replied Chris, as they opened the door. “And don’t forget to get dressed!”

“Of course. Thanks again, Dr. Chris.” Chris just smiled as Mario left their offices. His was the best session yet.


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?”

“It is.”

“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.


Even though the next three celebs weren’t going to be used for Celebworld fantasies, they all were requested, so Chris was excited to finally meet some new male celebrities.

First up was Michael Mizanin, better known as The Miz, a famous pro wrestler. WWE didn’t have a referral program set up like the NFL, but having John as one of their clients really gave Chris some clout. The Miz arrived later that day.

“Hello. Are you Dr. Chris? John’s doc?”

“I am. Please, come in Michael. What brings you to my office today?”

“It’s my fucking kid, man. I love them, but that on top of WWE and filming the Marine movies is really causing my stress level to skyrocket.”

“And you believe hypnotherapy will help to calm you down sufficiently enough so that you can enjoy time with your child?”

“Correct, 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. Michael, 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 Miz woke up, and there were bright orange spirals in his eyes.

“Michael, your stress levels will go down to a normal level for a man your age. You will talk with your people and make sure you have enough time to spend with your child, as well as everything else that you do.”

“I will become less stressed, Master.”

“Good. Now strip completely for me.”

“Yes, Master.” Michael was one of those wrestlers who only did it in a glorified speedo, so most people had seen him practically nude, and quite a few had seen his ass before. His cock was a sight to behold, however. Chris could definitely tell where his cocky attitude stemmed from, with a flaccid cock topping out at just above six inches.

“Jerk off to completion for me.”

“Yes, Master.” Chris made sure the cameras were rolling, but this was for their own private collection. The poor man didn’t need the added stress of this in his life. His erect cock was a doozy as well, reaching two abs up, something Chris had rarely seen even in porn before. The Miz needed to use two hands just to jerk himself off, and it was one of the most erotic things Chris had ever seen in their life. Not too long afterwards, he came, with a cumshot befitting of his cock size. His chest was positively coated in his cum, which was quite thick and milky. 

Chris helped Michael to clean up, to get rid of another possible stressor, and as they did, they started 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.“

Michael woke up, and since there was no drastic change, he spoke immediately. “Thank you, Dr. Chris. I feel relieved already.”

“That’s great, Michael. Don’t forget to get dressed before you leave, and remember to make those phone calls!”

“Of course!” he replied, as he was getting dressed. “Those will be some stress relievers too.” Michael left, and Chris was bored once again. However, they knew they had brightened up someone’s day with this celeb. 


Dr. Chris was excited again today, but for another reason. Trevor had just texted to tell them new requests for Celebworld were going to be coming in soon. Nothing was definite yet, so Chris continued going down the list, with the British actor Jamie Dornan up next. 

“Hello, Dr. Chris. Thank you for seeing me. I hope you can help me out of this predicament of mine.”

“What is it?” asked Chris, as both sat down. 

“As you very well know, I starred in the Fifty Shades movies. I’m not into that kind of stuff in real life, but I’ve found that it increasingly turns me on.”

“But why deny your true passions?”

“I’m an actor, and I can’t very well call in sick because some dom spanked me so hard last night I can’t even fucking get up!”

“I see. That would be bad for someone in your profession. Would you be willing to undergo hypnotherapy to achieve these results?” 

“Fuck yeah I would!”

“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. Jamie, 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.”

Jamie’s eyes opened, and the bright orange clashed with the dark black of his hair. 

“Jamie, you will embrace your BDSM side. You will enjoy all your fetishes, but also have the willpower to tell your partner to stop if need be.”

“I will become a BSDM slut, Master.”

Chris then had a long command for Jamie, something that their office wasn’t suited for. He was to do an exclusive scene with Kink.com, in which he would show his new submissive and slutty side to the camera, sort of like his costar in Fifty Shades. Chris was also doing it because there was no Jamie full-frontal in the movies, so those fans would get a taste as well. They called up their contact and had it all squared away before starting 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.”

Jamie did so, and there was only a slight pause before he returned to reality. “If you excuse me, Dr. Chris. I have a scene to film. And that falls under doctor-patient confidentiality.”

“Of course,” replied Chris, even though that wasn’t true. And besides, Kink was already drafting a press release for its first Hollywood client.


Dr. Chris was the most excited they had been in a long time. The Pietro Boselli was coming in for a session. They were tempted to send him to Mischa, as he was a model, but since most of the world knew who he was, they decided to bring him here. They were quite calm and composed when Pietro arrived, however. 

“Hello. You must be Dr. Chris?”

“I am. Thank you for coming to see me. What can I help you with today?”

“I want to become a himbo.” Dr. Chris, who was not expecting that at all, did a spit-take.

“Um, what do you mean?”

“It’s like there’s two separate parts of me. The fucking hot math teacher, and the fucking hot model. I don’t want students taking my pretty advanced class just so they ogle at me. So, if I become a himbo, I won’t need to worry about school and can just focus on being a model.”

“Okay. I’ll see what I can do. And I presume you want this done through hypnotherapy?”

“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. Pietro, 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.”

Pietro woke up, and the muscle hunk had orange spirals in his eyes. 

“Pietro, you will now think of yourself as a himbo. You will forget all the complex math you have learned, and just focus on working out and dumbing yourself down.”

“I will become a himbo, Master.”

“You will also open an Onlyfans account where the world can see your cock for the first time as well.”

“I will create an Onlyfans account, Master.”  Chris then thought of a devious idea.

“Pietro, you will move in with me and be my willing house slave. I will teach you how to be a himbo.”

“I will move in with you, Master.”

“Sweet!” Chris didn’t even bother seeing him nude, as they would be seeing that a whole lot at their house. And the world would see it as well, once he got that all set up. "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.“

Pietro did so, and after a couple seconds, all of his new commands kicked in. “How can I serve you today, Master?”

“Go out to the car and get it ready. We’ll be leaving in a bit.”

“As you wish, Master.” Chris then quickly hypnotized Pietro’s driver, and sent him away. They then had to figure out logistically how this would work when someone on Celebworld wanted Pietro. They would cross that bridge when they got to it.


Dr. Chris received an odd phone call this morning.

“Hullo! Are you Dr. Chris?”

“I am. Who’s calling?”

“It’s Danny Care. David Beckham said you helped him solve a lot of his problems. Are you still accepting foreign clients?”

“Of course. Come on in at your earliest convenience.” Chris then relayed their address, and hung up. No Celebworld requests were in the queue, so they could afford to wait a day for the rugby hunk to show up. 

He arrived at the office dressed in a sharp three-piece suit. “Hullo. Oh, is this too formal? I just deplaned and came straight here.”

“Yeah, therapy sessions are usually a bit more informal. But no worries. Please, come on in. What brings you across the pond today?”

“I’m gay.”

“Oh.”

“It shouldn’t really come as much as a shock to most, with big meaty guys piling on top of each daily. But most guys are bi, and lean to the female side. I’m one of the very few high profile gays, and I fear we could alienate a lot of fans if I were to come out.”

“So, do you want me to suppress it?”

“God no. Just my sex drive, so the tabloids don’t pick up on anything.”

“Would you be willing to try hypnotherapy to achieve this quicker?”

“That’s what David did, right? And it bloody worked for him before he decided to up and move to Celebworld.”

“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. Danny, 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.”

Danny’s eyes fluttered open, and cast rays of orange light out into the world.

“Danny, your sex drive will drop dramatically. You will only masturbate, or have sex with your boyfriend, if you have one.”

“I will become a more chaste individual, Master.”

“Good. Now take off your jacket and vest for me.”

“Yes, Master.” As Chris expected, the white dress shirt was quite tight-fitting on the rugby player, showing his massive muscles just straining to break through.

“Flex your arms for me.”

“Yes, Master.” Surprisingly, the fabric didn’t break or tear, but it was fucking hot seeing Danny’s massive biceps accentuated by the stark whiteness of the shirt. 

“Now strip completely for me.”

“Yes, Master.” Chris made sure no cameras were on. It seemed Danny already had paparazzi breathing down his neck, and they didn’t want to add to that, accidentally. Danny revealed a pretty average sized cock. It was a bit clear that some of those muscles were roided up, but not to an obscene micropenis level.

“Now jerk off for me until I tell you to stop.”

“Yes, Master.” As Chris expected, Danny was a shower, probably due to the roids. Still, there was a tangible increase in cock size, and it was quite clear the gay man had had quite a lot of fun with his dick before. It was one of the best jerk-off sessions Chris had ever witnessed, and was actually a bit pissed that they couldn’t get it on camera. After seeing enough, they stopped Danny and did 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.”

Danny woke up, and had the himbo look on his face as his brain reset. “Thanks, Dr. Chris. I really hope this helps me out.”

“I as well, Danny. And don’t forget to get dressed before you leave. Just the shirt and pants will suffice.”

“If you say so,” Danny replied, as he got dressed and got ready to show off his massive muscles. Meanwhile, Chris just twiddled their thumbs waiting for John’s check to cash.


Tom Brady called up Chris. “New jock headed your way.”

“Who’d you get this time?”

“Danny Amendola. We reconnected when we played each other this season, and I told him you would be perfect for some of the problems he’s having.”

“Perfect. Your cut will be in the mail once he is fully processed.”

“No hurries,” replied Tom, who then hung up. Chris was excited for a new client, even though they knew were just going back to the grind. No Celebworld requests had come in for quite some time. Roscoe was the new hit in this world, sending random guys off to do porn, and leaving hypnotized celebrities in the dust. 

Danny arrived later that day.

“Dr. Chris? Tom recommended that I see you.”

“Of course, Danny. Please, come on in. Why did you come to therapy today?”

“I think the Patriots gave me some sick twisted form of Stockholm Syndrome. I’ve escaped, so to say, but I’m longing to go back to them, but I can’t.”

“That is quite particular. And this only started after your trade to Miami?”

“Yep.”

“Well, let’s delve deeper into your subconscious and see if we can find a reasoning for that. Would you be willing to go under so we can get to the bottom of this?”

“Of course, doc! I want to know why I’m feeling this way.”

“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. Danny, 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.”

Danny’s eyes fluttered open, and there was some orange. Chris did a bit of a different approach today. “So, Danny, why do you truly want to go back to the Patriots?”

“I lost my fuck buddy, Julian. It was easy to hide when we were on the same team, but traveling up and down the East Coast costs a lot of money, and I just know TMZ would either find out or report it to my team.”

“Highly interesting, Danny. You will come out as bisexual, soon, after talking with Julian and your girlfriend.”

“I will come out as bisexual soon, Master.”

“Good. Now strip to your underwear.”

“Yes, Master.” Even though Danny didn’t have a shirtless cover photo, like some gymnasts, Chris knew exactly what his body looked. They also had a laugh with Danny’s Patriot-branded jockstrap. 

“Now take it off and jerk off for me.”

“Yes, Master, I will do so.” Chris made sure the cameras were rolling, but this was for their own personal enjoyment. Danny would already be making waves coming out as bisexual and in a relationship with a former teammate, and he didn’t a sex tape added to that. Still, it would have been impressive with Danny’s massive 10″ cock. After a few minutes, he came onto that meaty chest of his, which Chris then helped to clean up.

“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.”

Danny blinked, and opened his eyes. It took a couple seconds for Chris’ commands to take effect. “Oh my fucking god, I need to call so many people!”

“Wait! Get dressed first, and then leave!”

“Oh, right. Thanks!” As Danny hurriedly got dressed and started punching numbers into his phone, Chris got to work in incorporating a new bank for the obscene amounts of money the whole situation was funneling. It was a bit hilarious that new -illions needed to be made for the amount of money they had.