Hypnosis Stories

Jock Programming

Bailey didn’t mind his gender-blender name. What he did mind, though, was his fuckin’ annoying roommate. Zane was a cocky jock fuckboi, which meant he was easy on the eyes.

As Bailey was gay, he loved that, but it was Zane’s infatuation with smart technology that really drove him over the edge. There was an Alexa in every room of the apartment, even the bathroom!

And if Bailey ever tried to unplug one, Zane’s top-of-the-line iPhone would alert him, and Bailey would have to plug it back in, or Zane would blast siren noises from the remaining speakers.

He was enjoying his day one day, without Zane in the apartment stinking up the place with his protein farts, when he got a FaceTime request from Zane. This wasn’t too out of the blue, as Zane loved for everyone to see him, especially his 1.2M Instagram followers. “Yo, Bay, what’s up dude! Hey, can you go into my room for me, bro? I think I left something in there.”

“Oh, okay,” Bailey replied. “Want me to send it to you, or are you going to pick it up?”

“A pic will be fine, brah. Now, are you in my room?”

“Yes, and it smells awful. Do your fuckin’ laundry, man.” Although Bailey didn’t mind sniffing Zane’s musk. “What the fuck am I even looking for anyways?”

“Alexa, masculum elit,” he said, and the Alexa speaker picked it up. Bailey looked at his roommate funny. He only had a rough understanding of Latin, but the first word did sound like masculine. As Bailey was figuring out the root of the word, and realized the second word meant “jock,” the doors locked on him. Bailey ran over to the bedroom door, but it wouldn’t budge.

“Zane, dude, this isn’t fuckin’ funny! What the fuck is going on here!?”

“Have fun, bro,” Zane said, before he ended FaceTime. As soon as he did, the Alexa in the room spoke up again.

“Initiating Jock Reprogramming. First step is commencing.” Bailey could only watch in horror as the air conditioning unit in his room began spewing out some green gas. The thing wasn’t even fuckin’ plugged in! Bailey tried contacting Zane again, but it was no use. He was just about to call 911 when the gas wafted over to him, and he inhaled it for the first time.

It actually had a nice and pleasant smell to it, one that Bailey loved. As a result, his primal brain took over and sniffed the air some more before Bailey realized what he was doing, dropping his phone to the ground. By that time, it was too late. He continued to sniff the aromatic green gas until Alexa spoke.

“Mind and Body Relaxation is complete.” The green gas stopped spewing from the air conditioner and began to dissipate throughout the room.

“Clothes Wearing Step commence. Bailey, strip and put on some of Zane’s clothes.”

Bailey obeyed the voice without question. He stripped and showed off his naked body to whoever lived across the street seven stories up.

Bailey certainly wasn’t overweight, but he wasn’t in shape either. As he put on some of Zane’s clothes, though, his body began changing into that of a jock.

He slid on a compression shirt first. His flabby torso soon became flat and had eight washboard abs ready for the camera.

His “moobs” also turned into chiseled pecs, and his arms gained quite a bit of muscle too. Even his underarm hair grew back as a result of whatever was happening to him. Next he slid on some gray sweatpants.

His legs increased in muscle and decreased in fat as well, but the most noticeable effects from that change happened just below his waist.

He had already had a nice bubble butt before putting on the clothes, but his cock and balls changed size and girth, to make a pair befitting a jock.

Bailey’s length and girth both doubled, and his balls were churning with more cum than ever before, ready and waiting to be pumped into some slutty chick. Bailey then put an actual shirt on, followed by some socks and shoes, but none of those caused any bodily changes. However, Bailey wasn’t done changing, not yet.

He picked up some hair gel that Zane had had lying around. He pushed some gel out and onto his hand, and began slicking his hair back and up, creating that look that the ladies swooned over. Also, even though it was just simple hair gel, Bailey’s hair also changed color, becoming the exact same shade as Zane’s.

Next up was spraying some Axe body spray from the neck down. The old Bailey abhorred the scent, but the new one breathed it in as deeply as he did the green gas from earlier.

The Axe was the catalyst for some of the mental changes that needed to take place. Bailey was still going to be out of it for a few more minutes, but his brain slowly changed from a normal twenty-something businessman to a jock fuckboi. All Bailey could think about now was hitting the gym and pounding some hot babes.

He didn’t need to worry about a job, as a bunch of thirsty gays paid good money for his OnlyFans account. He got much dumber too, and cocky as well. However, as it turned out, the Axe wasn’t strong enough.

Bailey heard as Alexa announced his final command. “Jock Reprogramming almost complete. Bailey, watch the video so that you will act and think like a jock.” That interfered with some of what the Axe had done, something Zane had not anticipated, and so Bailey was horrified when he came to his senses enough to find that he was not in control of his body! He couldn’t even open his mouth to scream, even if he wanted to.

He opened up Zane’s top-of-the-line Mac, and a flashing and pulsating spiral appeared on the screen.

Bailey knew that he was going to be hypnotized, or reprogrammed, as Zane seemed to be calling it, but he was quite literally powerless to resist.

He was forced to watch and listen as images of bros flashed in the center of the screen, flexing and asserting their natural male dominance.

A good number of photos involved sex, with the jock bro always on top, whenever he was fucking chicks or guys. The vocal hypnosis echoed the same sentiment, with “You are a cocky jock bro” repeated constantly, in between other commands.

Despite not being in control of his body, Bailey put up quite a valiant mental fight. He held off on the reprogramming for as long as he could, but there was only so much he could do. Eventually, he found himself succumbing to the reprogramming after about an hour or so, still an impressive amount of time to resist. Zane returned home at the end of the day to find Bailey still in the chair, the reprogramming still happening. Zane had built a plateau into the system, or at least had paid the dude to do that.

As a result, Zane’s almost perfect twin stood up in front of him, showing off his new and very much improved body. “Fuck, Bay, I wasn’t so sure this was all gonna fuckin’ work, but fuckin’ look at you, bro! You look so fuckin’ good!”

“Yeah, I do, brah,” Bay replied, in a very cocky tone. “Wanna do a post for our OnlyFans? Those thirsty fuckin’ gays love the twin angle we have going on. Only if those fuckers knew the real thing!” Zane flashed quite a genuine smile as he snapped a picture with his “twin” stark naked. Bay was now the perfect jock fuckboi roommate, and to top it all off, he even looked like him too!