Hypnosis Stories

The Alpha Family

I wasn't the kind of guy who normally went to spas, although they were the subject of more than one of my wet dreams. One of my cousins had gifted me a free day at the spa for Christmas, and when I realized just how much I would need to spend to do all of that without the gift certificate, I pounced at the opportunity. My day at the spa was quite fun, although it would dramatically change me. But more on that in a little bit. The morning at the spa was nice, getting a relaxing massage and a mani-pedi, which I've actually gotten before. There was also a seaweed wrap and acupuncture, followed by a break for lunch and some time in the sauna before continuing on with the rest of the day.

That was when everything changed. I walked into the locker room at the spa, which was surprisingly devoid of people. There was just one other person in the room. A very muscular, and very hot, Middle Eastern man was standing in front of the mirrors shirtless and flexing those impressive muscles. He was quite the narcissist, but I have to admit, I looked at him every chance I got as I changed into my thong so that I could go into the sauna. I tried to be discreet, but I knew he had caught me watching more than once.

However, as I changed into my thong, I realized I reeked. "It must have been the seaweed wrap," I thought to myself, so instead of going to the sauna, I went to the showers. I caught a whiff of the man's musk as I walked by, and it took a lot of energy not to cream my pants right then and there. I hung up my change of clothes and my towel on the door to the shower, and soon let the hot water cascade all over my body. While that sounds sexy, I certainly didn't compare at all to the muscular Middle Eastern man still flexing as I walked by.

A few minutes into the shower, it had gotten quite steamy in there, so steamy I could barely see what was in front of me. I didn't know it at that time, but the jock walked into the showers and grabbed my clothes, leaving just his used underwear behind. The constant pattering of the water and the copious amount of steam meant I didn't realize anything was amiss until I was out of the shower. I knew that something was up when I only felt my underwear and put it on, but at least I wasn't going to be totally exposed, even though I was still in the locker room area.

As I made my way back into the locker room proper, I got a good look at my underwear and realized that they weren't mine! Firstly, I was now wearing a jockstrap, and secondly, it had quite obvious cum and piss stains on the pouch. "Fuck! Ew!" I screamed, as I went to take the underwear off. I was still in the locker room, so getting nude wouldn't be a problem. As it turned out, the act of physically taking them off seemed to be the problem. The jockstrap just would not budge!

"Ah, it seems like my plan is working perfectly," said a man with a deep voice. I turned and looked for the source of the sound, only to find out it was the same Middle Eastern man who had been flexing!

"What the fuck do you even mean!?" I asked the hunk. I was still able to move around, but someone like me was definitely no match for someone like him, at least in the muscles department.

"Well, I noticed you when you first walked in. Not too many men frequent this spa. And most of the guys that do are men like me, muscular virile men who don't need any changes. You, well you needed quite a few changes, uh,..."

"Baylor," I said. Telling him my name wouldn't cause much harm now, especially since he somehow got a jockstrap stuck to my body!

"That explains why you're so fuckin' weak. Now, Raoul, that's a man's name, is it not?"

"Fuck, dude, just get this fuckin' thing off of me!" The damn jockstrap still did not budge, and since I was afraid of what Raoul would do to me, I ran away. Unfortunately, I didn't get far, as Raoul was surprisingly nimble on his feet for someone that big and pushed me against the lockers. He grabbed the bulge in my jockstrap, which would have been quite erotic and out of that aforementioned wet dream, if it wasn't for the devious twinkle in his eye.

"Soon enough, Baylor, this tiny dicklet of yours will grow into a perfect baby-making machine," he growled, as he continued to squeeze my bulge.

"FUCK!" I cried out, but not because of what Raoul said. Instead, I was in some serious pain, and dropped to the ground. I watched as my bulge in my jockstrap grew and grew, and didn't stop growing, tearing the fabric of the jockstrap and ripping the whole thing to shreds. Finally, the pain stopped, and my new flaccid cock was much bigger than most erect cocks I had seen in my life, and I watched a whole lot of gay porn!

"Just like me!" Raoul said, followed by a chuckle. He didn't take his cock out, but I could see his pretty big bulge from my angle. However, the changes to my body were not done yet. The pain came rushing back as my muscles started to grow and I was gaining thick black hair all over my body, in addition to my skin permanently darkening. "You're soon going to be a perfect man, Baylor, no longer a fuckin' weakling like you were when you first walked in this locker room."

"Fuck, please, just make this all stop!" I whined, in my head, as the pain was still much too intense for me to even open my mouth. Raoul just continued to have a shit-eating grin on his face as my muscle growth and hair growth conditioned, along with the change in my skin color. Eventually, they did all stop, and I was able to get up, although I still felt as weak as I did before Raoul inflicted all of these changes on me. I actually looked like I could be Raoul's brother, sharing some similarities in facial structure and other features.

"Fuck. You!" I was able to get out, and was actually able to move away from this crazed Middle Eastern hunk. However, despite looking almost like twins, I was still no match for him physically, and so he was easily able to push me up against the lockers again. This time, he put my hands behind my back and forced me to do a quarter-turn, allowing myself to see what I had become for the first time. He then forced me to flex, making me do a double biceps pose and twisting my body into a number of different bodybuilding positions to show off my new muscles.

"You're the perfect guy now, Baylor, or should I say Karam? You're a perfect breeding stud, just like I am. I bet you can't wait to unleash your load inside of a chick's nice and tight pussy and let her carry your baby."

"Fuck! I'm gay, and I don't even wanna fuckin' have kids in the first place!" I whined, even though Raoul still had a strong grasp on me.

"Not anymore, Karam. You're as straight as an arrow and part of my family now. The men in our family are all breeders, spreading out genes around the world and making lots of new breeders for the next generation. You're a fuckin' alpha now, Karam. You rule the world, although people think all of this alpha shit is bunk. But they're fuckin' wrong, Karam. Alphas like you and me are the fuckin' real deal, and we need to assert our superiority over others in the size of our muscles, the size of our cocks, and especially our ability to breed and bring new alphas into the world."

"No, no, that's not fuckin' true! I just wanna go back to being Baylor!"

"That's not gonna fuckin' happen, Karam. You're an alpha stud now, just fuckin' admit it. Look at how fuckin' hot you look, all those big and juicy and chiseled muscles that the ladies love. It's not hard for alphas like us to find women to breed. In fact, you'll probably be breeding more than one woman every day. That's just the life of an alpha male, Karam, your life now. Our life is fuckin' fantastic, and all you need to do is just give and let the alpha superiority take over."

"I am... A FUCKIN' ALPHA!" Shit, man, I don't know why I was fuckin' holding back! Being an alpha is fuckin' awesome, man! I can literally get any chick I fuckin' want, and I fuckin' love my new muscles and my massive new cock. Shit, I look so good, don't I! Yeah, Karam, feel up those nice and juicy muscles of yours. Raoul finally fuckin' let go of you; what a fuckin' creep! But he's family in more ways than one. Alphas like me and him need to fuckin' stick together. I wonder how many fuckin' spa employees I can fuckin' breed with my alpha brother this afternoon!

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