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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!

Mischa’s next target was his most difficult out of the three so far. Metodi Spasov had gone out of the public eye for quite a bit, but Mischa lured him in, offering a one on one training session with Calum Von Moger. The day that Metodi was coming, Mischa trained the bodybuilder on what to do.

“You are to work out with until he wants to stop. You will not go nude or pantless, but shirtless is fine. Do not push Metodi too hard. When you two are finished, sent him into my office.” 

“Yes, Master. I will do all of that.”

“Oh, and speak normally!”

“You got it, sir!” Mischa retreated to his office and turned on the gym cameras. Metodi arrived a few minutes later, and the two bodybuilders walked downstairs. Metodi was still as jacked as ever, his t-shirt nearly breaking from his gigantic pecs and biceps. The two began to work out, and neither held back. Only a few minutes in, the shirts came off, and that caused the intensity to pick up. 

After finishing up an intense circuit, Metodi called it a day.

“Good job, man. My trainer wants to see you in his office. He’s just through that door.”

“What for?”

“He owns this fucking sweet gym, and part of the deal of living upstairs is I need to bring in clients from time to time. Will you join?”

“Fuck yeah I will!” Metodi got up and made his way to Mischa’s office. Calum watched as it was quickly shut, which was his trigger to revert back to his new normal state. He stripped completely nude and went back into the bedroom area, where Tim was. In Mischa’s office, he wasted no time hypnotizing Metodi, having his eyes ready for quite a while.

“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. Celeb, 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.”

Mischa always laughed when the men slumped down on command, but he had some real work to do. 

“Metodi, stand up and take off your bottoms.”

“Yes, Master.” Metodi did so, and revealed that those gains weren’t all natural. He was the first micropenis Mischa, or any hypnotherapist, had seen yet. 

“Oh. Metodi, you are to remain nude in this house unless I tell you otherwise. You will follow the rules your fellow bodybuilders have set for themselves. Anything I say, you will do without question.”

“Yes, Master, I will do all of that.” Metodi left, which meant Mischa could get on the phone with Chris.

“Hey, Mischa. What’s up?”

“We have a situation on our hands. Metodi has a micropenis.”

“Are you sure it’s not a grower?”

“Chris, it was half a fucking ball long, flaccid. I’ll pay you my entire Celebworld cut if it was true.”

“I see. I wonder if Trevor has come up with a solution to that yet. Why don’t you give him a call?”

“On it!” Mischa hung up the phone and dialed Trevor’s number.

“What’s up, man? Is there an issue?”

“There is. Metodi is needed for the next fantasy, and he has a micropenis. And before you fucking ask, it’s not a grower.”

“I see. I think my team of scientists have a solution for that.”

“You have a team of fucking scientists?”

“Mischa, when your Swiss bank account asks you to leave because you have too much money stored there, you can afford a team of fucking scientists.”

“So, what’s the plan?”

“Chris will do the Celebworld script, and then I’ll inject him once he touches down on the island.”

“Great. Thank you so much, Trev!”

“No big deal. Money truly does solve any problem,” Trevor noted as he hung up. Mischa put down his phone and worked out the logistics of sending one of his men to Chris. 

Mischa @mctf21 was much more excited today, as Calum Von Moger was coming in to be hypnotized today. It was actually a bit easier than he expected. Calum’s acting wasn’t too good in the new movie, Bigger, and so he wanted a place to work out out of the public eye for a little bit. Mischa’s gym allowed him to do just that. Tim was commanded to stay in his room, and Mischa made sure the gym itself wasn’t too rank. 

Calum and Mischa had fun working out together. Calum was more reticent to take his shirt off than his previous counterpart, but he was still quite sweaty once they finished.

“Hey, you have a shower here as well?”

“Yeah, I do. Let me show you.” Unlike Tim, Calum pretty much needed a shower after his workout, and Mischa couldn’t get him out of it. However, hypnotizing in the shower would be much easier. They entered the “locker room”, which was just a small room filled with little cubbies for Mischa and his guests to put stuff in. Both men stripped completely nude, and Mischa got a good look at Calum’s cock. He could tell by the balls that Calum was juiced, but his cock didn’t show it as much. 

On the way to the showers, Mischa brought it up. “Hey, what’s going on with your balls?”

“Oh, that’s just a side effect of my roids. My cock was such a donkey dick, I didn’t fucking care that it was going to get smaller. I get an average sized cock, but an insanely muscular body, which the ladies love even more.” Mischa nodded, and the two set off to shower. About halfway through, Mischa said, “Calum!” He turned his head to his fellow bodybuilder, and saw his eyes glowing orange.

“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. Calum, 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.”

Even though Calum did comply with the laying down part, his massive bulk didn’t cause an injury. And his eyes were bright orange, as was expected. 

“Calum, you will talk to Tim Gabel once I allow you to do so. He will tell you everything you need to know.”

“Yes, Master. I will talk to Tim Gabel once you are done with me.”

“Good. Now get on your knees and suck me off.”

“Yes, Master.” Calum did that, and Mischa had fun. He played with Calum’s massive pecs, the size of them being almost bigger than his face. His biceps were the same way too, with Mischa telling him to flex them infrequently. He was also a surprisingly good cocksucker for someone who touted he was exclusively with women. It must have been all that pussy-licking, Mischa thought, remembering back to the good old days, of memories that weren’t even his to begin with. He then came not too soon afterwards. 

He forced the bodybuilder to swallow his cum, to get him used to the sensation. He needed to do the same with Tim soon. “Now go talk to Tim while I take care of some business.”

“Yes, Master.” The beefy stud walked away, cum dripping from his lips, to talk to another brain-dead muscle hunk about how his life would irrevocably change, for the better. Meanwhile, Mischa, as well as his host, was learning about banking for the 1%. 

Mischa, @mctf21, was excited. Today they would be hypnotizing their first victim, Tim Gabel. Mischa did this by having the guys go to his home gym, which became much more elaborate, thanks to the Celebworld money. He was already pretty famous in the field, so most bodybuilders and fitness models wouldn’t decline working with the hunk. Tim and Mischa spent a good two hours working out together. Both had gone shirtless by the end of it, and both were sweating buckets. 

“You have a shower down here, too, man?”

“I do, but do you want to learn an easier way to cool down?”

“I guess. You’re not going to do any gay shit, right?”

“No. 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. Tim, 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’s eyes fluttered open, and lo and behold, there was the orange Mischa expected. 

“Tim, who is your master?”

“You are my Master, sir. I live to please you.”

“Great. You will remain down here in an auxiliary part of this floor that has housing.” 

“I will live here with you, Master.”

“You are to remain nude at all times, and not cleanse yourself unless I give you permission.”

“I will remain nude and smelly until you tell me otherwise, Master.” With that, Tim slipped out of his gym shorts and jockstrap, revealing an ample sized cock. 

“Wow, you’re packing down there!” noted Mischa, who reached and grabbed the cock. Unlike Chris, Mischa didn’t have too many pesky rules controlling what he could and couldn’t do, and so began to stroke off the brain-dead himbo. It was hot seeing him relax as Mischa put in all the hard work. Eventually, Tim came, and it was quite the spectacle. Apparently, he hadn’t jerked off in a while, and so cum flew past his head as he writhed in ecstasy. Mischa was enjoying it a lot, too, collecting what he could in his mouth, and noting where it went so he could clean it up later.

“Now go to your room and get it ready,” commanded Mischa. Unlike with Chris, a script to bring them out wasn’t necessary, as they would remain at Mischa’s home until they were needed. And Celebworld’s expense account could easily cover transportation to Dr. Chris’ hidden from the public eye. Mischa got back to work getting the more famous Calum Von Moger to visit his home gym. And as he left, he placed his palm on the biometric pad, locking the doors once they were closed securely. Mischa had put in quite a few precautions in case his hypnosis didn’t stick, but he didn’t see any reason why it would not. 

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. 

Guest Request 17h and 25Peter’s final request was yet another muscular stud. Mischa was not to the insane levels Kellan was, but he was still much more muscular than the two celebs before him. He walked into the room, and the two started on each other’s pecs. Peter’s had officially changed shape, and now had a strong curvature at the bottom. Mischa played with that new development as Peter worshipped the large and veiny pecs of the model. Even Kellan’s pecs weren’t like that, and it was an odd sensation feeling the hand move over those bodily ridges. The actual size of them jutting out was comparable to one of the Chris’, but all in all, this was shaping up to be one of Peter’s best sessions.They then moved onto each other’s biceps. Mischa once again shone through and had one of the strongest biceps Peter had experienced all day. It was not the biggest, but once again, it was the only one today that was veiny as fuck. Peter greatly enjoyed watching the veins move as Mischa flexed for him as well. They then moved on to the abs. By this point, Peter had just given up trying to get the celebs to find his abs, so he just focused on Mischa’s. Mischa’s abs were one of the most distinct he had worshipped all day, with a vein separating each and every one of them. That meant feeling the ridges was heavenly, if a bit odd. The abs themselves were criss-crossed in veins, and Peter was slowly starting to chub up again, greatly ahead of schedule. “I love you, Peter,” said Mischa, as he moved on to the legs. For only the second time today, Peter reciprocated in this section. Mischa’s legs were rock solid, and of course, veiny. It felt pretty odd doing it again, but Peter was in heaven. Mischa really didn’t add anything special to his worshipping, but then again, it was only the legs. The two then moved on to feet. Peter was surprised they weren’t veiny as well, but it actually created a better experience down there, as it was tongue worship. Peter got in between all the cracks and up and down Mischa’s massive toes. He did a pretty good job himself, mirroring what Peter did to his own. Even his tongue feels fucking awesome, remarked Peter.“I would do anything for you, Peter,” Mischa announced, before he went down on Peter’s cock. It was once again rock hard at the beginning of the sucking, but he had learned to edge himself, and so enjoyed the experience of Mischa’s tongue on another part of his body. He knew just how to pleasure a man, and it took quite a bit of effort for Peter to hold back. When he couldn’t take it anymore, he pulled out and ejaculated all over Mischa’s face. The edging also gave more time for sperm to populate, so the cum leaking all over Mischa’s face was still watery, but less so than Tom’s. “You’re the most perfect person in the whole wide world,” Mischa then added, with cum dripping into his mouth while he was saying it. Peter then dismissed him. He laid down on his bed, and thought back on the crazy day he had just had. Eight celebrities worshipping him and loving him, and he was due to come back in a couple more days for even more fantasies involving celebrities. But right now, he took a well-deserved nap.A new guest finally arrived in Celebworld. Grant was quite excited for his fantasy to be fulfilled, which involved an elaborate set-up that temporarily made a celeb into a genie. He was going to have quite a bit of fun watching it. Ben Mudge was walking around, perusing yard sales. Today was an off-day from working out, and since he lived on a fairly busy side street, he enjoyed Saturday yard sales. One house in particular was doing grab bags for $5. These were trash bags, not plastic bags, and he recognized the seller as Elaine Doubtfire. Her husband recently died, and she had announced in the HOA newsletter she was moving. Ben naturally supported her, and brought one home with him. Nothing special was inside, except for some of Mr. Doubtfire’s old porno mags. When he finally reached the bottom, he found a magic lamp, like the one from Aladdin.“Does this shit even fucking work?” he asked, as he rubbed the side. To his utter surprise, blue smoke came rushing out of it, and when it all settled, a genie was standing before him. However, this genie looked exactly like Joe Manganiello.“You have awaken me from my slumber, human. What three wishes do you desire?”“How can I get infinite wishes? Is that even a fucking thing?”“It is, but we only tell it to specific individuals. You are one damn good-looking motherfucker, so I’ll tell you it. You fuck us.”“As in, I stick my dick up your ass? Do you even have an ass?”“We create one, dumbass. So, are you going to do that? The process fucking hurts, and I don’t want to go through with it if it’s just going to be a no.”“Fuck yeah I’ll do it, man!” screamed Ben, stripping out of his clothes. Genie Joe then created an ass, which made it look like he was pooping while trying to do so. Eventually, both were ready. Ben had never even thought about fucking someone in the ass before, but this was an offer he could not refuse. It felt fucking weird sticking his dick into a mass of gas, but it surprisingly caught, and he was in. Ben used the idea that this was just a different kind of pussy to get him through it. When he did come, Genie Joe changed colors to a pearly white, reminiscent of the sperm just deposited inside of him. Ben then watched as Genie Joe, still white, did some magic, and transformed his lamp into a ring, and put himself back inside. The ring magically flew onto Ben’s finger, just tight enough that it would take a good, strong effort to come off. Of course, Genie Joe was still a genie, which meant he had another trick up his sleeve. Fucking a genie did give a person the power for infinite wishes, but it made the person extremely gay. Ben quickly found this out when scouring through the porno mags he had just bought did nothing for him. With a simple snap, Genie Joe permanently made Ben gay. Ben had quite a bit of fun with his newfound abilities. Many men’s towels suddenly “dropped” in the gym locker room, or they were rock-hard. Genie Joe still had to abide by the no love-interference rule, but conveniently, attraction did not fall under that. Ben had quite a lot more Grindr matches than a normal individual would, and the men were always someone he found incredibly attractive, thanks to Genie Joe’s magic. Genie Joe enjoyed the time out in the world, and couldn’t wait to start this process all over again when he was done with Ben.Requests are open. | Patreon 

A birthday present for @mctf21

In a first for Dr. Chris, they would be accepting a nobody to hypnotize. However, the person who requested this man was obnoxiously rich, and actually wanted to come in and visit after the person was hypnotized. They called up Nico Dasalio, the man pictured above. They told him he won a free hypnosis session with a world-renown hypnotist, but it was only available for the rest of the day. He arrived soon after lunch.

“Fuck! Am I too late!” he screamed, banging on the doors. 

“No,” replied Chris, opening the door with a sandwich in hand. “I usually don’t take walk-ins during lunch, but you can come in.”

“Thanks. Thankfully, I just had to drive in, but since you’re in the middle of LA, traffic can be a real bitch sometimes.”

“That is very true. Please, come and sit in my office. I’ll stop eating so we can get this session over with quickly.”


“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. Nico, 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.”

Nico’s eyes opened, and the first non-celebrity had their eyes turn orange. They didn’t want to strip the man, but they had a list of commands from their client.

“You are to obey every command @mctf21 asks of you.”

“He is my master.”

“You are to be in love with him, irrevocably.”

“I will be in love with him, irrevocably.”

“Perfect.” Chris then got out his phone and called @mctf21. He was to come in straight away. While they waited, they had Nico flex for him and go shirtless. He then arrived at the office. 

“Hello, Dr. Chris. So, he’s hypnotized and all ready for me?”

“Yes, he is. Why don’t you try him out for me?”

“Nico, kiss your biceps for me.”

“Yes, Master.” The muscular stud did that.

“Take off your pants for me.”

“Yes, Master.” Both people in the office were shocked that Nico was going commando. He had an above average cock on him. 

“Thank you so much, Dr. Chris! I can’t wait to have fun with him at home!”

“And the payment you requested?”

“Of course! I brought the potion with me. Explain to me again what my job is now?”

“My friend Trevor will work his magic on his machine, and cause Mischa to have a perfectly identical twin in people’s minds: you. The potion will transform you into Mischa, and I have his phone with all of his bodybuilding contacts on it. That way, there is a much higher possibility of them coming in to see me, as you will vouch for me.”

“But what about a guest to this Celebworld place you mentioned on the phone?”

“Oh, yes. Trevor explained this to me as well. It will be like you don’t even exist to someone who believes Mischa is in Celebworld. If they don’t care, then the plan will work out very well.”

“I see. So, are you ready?”

“I am.” Chris took the potion from @mctf21‘s hands, and poured it over him. He then focused his hypnotic powers on the liquid of the potion, bringing to mind Mischa’s sessions. There was a blinding flash of white light, and when it settled, Mischa Janiec took the place of the Tumblr writer.

“Fucking sweet, Dr. Chris! Thank you so much for everything today. I promise I will not let you down.”

Mischa was excited as he left the office, with Nico in tow. Dr. Chris had neglected to do an ending script, as Nico needed to remain under at all times for it to work well.