Brain Drain Stories

Jacob. 20 year old sub. This blog is a collection of NSFW stories I've written and I enjoy. Content is fantasy only and consent is always required in real life. If you're under 18 please leave. 

[braindrainstories]

I’m excited to post more stories here! I have a couple already in the works, but first, I want to know what you guys would like to see from me. More Jocks? Twinks? What about some physical transformations? Maybe something kinkier? Let me know what your desires are and I’ll see what I can craft up. ?

[braindrainstories]

Are you going to start posting again? :D

Thanks Anon for asking! I was just finishing up school. Now that its summer expect a lot more from me!

[sxfmrt]

Let’s Put on a Show

Luis had been having the worst luck recently.  First he got in a car wreck, then his girlfriend kicked him out before taking up a new lover the next day , and worst of all he lost his job at the firm and had to take up bussing tables for a living.  Luis was lucky in that he didn’t have to look long before finding an affordable place to live, unfortunately that place was just a second bedroom at this weird guy’s apartment.  He was glad for a place to stay, but his crowded into one small room he didn’t have much space to unpack, and everything looked like a mess as a result.  

The roommate’s name was Frank and he mostly kept to himself.  He was just an average working guy with brunette hair and a constant 5 o'clock shadow.  He wasn’t really out of the ordinary, and was decently in shape.  Luis couldn’t help but compare his toned latin physique against his roommate.  Luis worked out enough to make sure the women always stopped to stare, and he wasn’t sure, but could have sworn he caught Frank checking out his body on a few occasions.  Luis didn’t want to blow up at his new roommate cause he needed a place to stay, but out of disgust tried to avoid ever being anything less than fully clothed around Frank. Things were going well for a while until Luis’ bad luck kicked in and once more he lost his job.  Unsure how to afford just base rent, Luis started searching the web for a job, and rather quickly got distracted looking at pictures of girls showing off their breasts before he was struck by an idea.  The next day Luis dipped into his meager savings to buy a camera and set up an account as an amateur porn star.  Luis was awkward for the first few videos, but it seemed people liked his body well enough to tip. The tips would spike when Luis would strip down and reveal the monster between his legs.  It seemed to drive the girls on the site wild to see him work his dick.  

Gradually his fan base grew and so did his openness with his body.  He started taking requests and once he was making almost as much as he made at the firm, he was certain he could ride this out for quite some time.  Luis was ecstatic when paying his rent and noticing how much he had left over.  Frank seemed pleased for the rent and flashed Luis a strange smirk that made him want to retreat back to the safety of his room away from Frank’s gay roaming eyes.

The only downside was that it became clear that many of his followers were gay men.  Although it didn’t sit well for all those gay pervs to be checking him out, money was money.  On top of it all he occasionally got gifts both for personal use, and for the show.  He threw out the gay stuff he received and kept the cool swag from the rest of his viewers.  One day a flood of requests came in during his video sessions and he noticed they were all requests to do gay shit, and in annoyance he started booting all the gay pervs thinking he could survive without their sick fantasies. He then posted on his profile and all his videos “Fags not welcome!!!” Ha! That’ll stop them! A few weeks later, picking up his mail, Luis noted a baby blue box wrapped in a bow with a label reading “Big Boy’s Bakery”. Chuckling to himself, he unwrapped the bow and opened the box only to be hit with an overwhelming aroma of chocolatey goodness!  Inside was a box full of the most delicious smelling brownies he had ever smelt.  They looked amazing.  Inside was a card reading: “From your closest fan,  Enjoy this pick me up before your next big show!  Hope it’s as sweet as these brownies! P.S. Don’t eat them all in one sitting or they’ll go straight to your hips!” Luis laughed as he carried the brownies towards his room with another package with a similar colored box, but no label.  Curiously he placed the brownies down on his bed, and opened the box as he grabbed a brownie.  He opened the box to find some women’s silk panties, or was it just a gay man’s set of panties….either way…gross!  He threw the panties away in disgust and took a bite of his brownie.  His mouth was overwhelmed by the eruption of molten chocolate in his mouth!  He let out a moan, much to his own surprise, and sheepishly looked around at an empty room before quickly devouring the rest of the brownie and grabbing several more.   As he ate, Luis set up his webcam show.  Something was driving him to just start stripping down.  Maybe he would just start with the action today he thought as he downed yet another brownie.  As he slid down his shorts he noticed they had a little resistance from behind before finally sliding down.  He decided he needed to go clothes shopping after this before kicking away his shorts and downing yet another delicious treat.  As he was readying the camera, he looked down and noticed the panties again.  What the hell he thought.  If they made such delicious brownies he could dress in the faggy underwear once.  Maybe it would highlight his delightful as he thought before shaking his head and wondering why he cared about that. He slid on the underwear, noting they were baggy in the back and clearly not correctly sized, but he slid them up anyways.  Strangely he thought they felt amazing on his ass, and almost like a perfect fit.  Shrugging he started his show.  As the show went he started flexing and rubbing his body.  His hands slid down to his ass and groped it for the viewers and for some reason he felt more comfortable showing his ass than his dick today.  As a matter of fact he was having trouble getting his dick up so he hid it from the camera.  That was until he accidentally touched his taint, and it sprung to attention. Luis let out a soft moan and began playing with himself through the underwear.  He didn’t notice, but his chat room was flooding with gay request and admiration for the way his ass was beginning to bubble out of his lingerie.  Luis became so lost in pleasuring himself through his new backside pleasure point he didn’t notice his ass pushing the underwear down further and further until he slid a finger in his hole and began moaning.  He started fucking himself with his fingers using spit as lube until he realized he wanted, no, NEEDED more!  He fumbled around his room without taking one of his hands out of his ass and found a flashlight which he wrapped in a pre-lubed condom before fucking himself with abandon for his viewers. With more and more thrusts his moans grew louder until anyone in their apartment could have heard him and with a final thrust of the flashlight he came. It flew everywhere, including his mouth, and with one taste he was greedily scooping up his cum and eating it before realizing he was still on the show and quickly turned it off.  He was ashamed of what he had just done.  He had just fucked himself like a fag.  He wasn’t gay he just had…urges, yeah urges.  He thought to himself as he absently kept his fingers pumping in and out of his ass and licking up the last drops of cum.  Suddenly there was a knock at the door and Luis tried to pull up the undies, but looked back in shock realizing his ass now jutted out in two massive glutes behind him.  He wouldn’t fit in normal clothes with an ass like that.  His hand reached up and spanked himself lightly turning him on again before he turned to answer the door to find Frank grinning lustfully. “I guess you got the gift from your CLOSEST admirer Luis, huh?” “Woah I’m not gay, I just have….urges….” he said as he hungrily looked down and his eyes locked on franks tented shorts.  Immediately he fell to his knees and his ass jiggled.  Frank smacked Luis ass causing a powerful moan to escape Luis’ lips.  He walked by Luis, turned back on the camera and stripped as he made his way back to Luis.   “Cum on buddy! Let’s put on a show!”   

[-superzach]

[jockedguy]

- Whoa man hey hey stop for a sec… I’m startin to feel weird

- No way man that means its working

- Uhhh but arent you like supposed to put this stuff in shakes and stuff

- Thats protein powder bro this stuff is different

- Ohhhh. Wait what? I thought you said… man this headache is fuckin killin me bro

- Just let it happen… relax

- Uhhhh… whatd you say this stuff was again

- IQ relief powder bro just shut up an trust me

- Whats IQ bro?

- Nothin youll ever need to worry about again bro.

[cecilieharris]

[braindrainstories]

I was running low on rent for this month and when my manager offered me extra pay to work thanksgiving I knew I had to take the opportunity. Work was hard, for sure, but at least I had rent. Now all I wanted to do was get home and relax. Of course, I was bummed out that I’d be spending Thanksgiving without my family this year, after all it was supposed to be the time to spend with loved ones and all the other people hallmark tells you to.

I opened the door to the apartment and the overwhelming smell of cinnamon and sugar filled my nose for a second I thought Zac, my roommate, had sprayed something in the apartment to make it smell more like the holidays but he had left to see his family like everyone else. So where was this smell coming from? I turned the corner towards my bedroom and noticed a small box with a bow on it on my bed. Under the box was a card

“Hey Liam, Thought you’d need something to help you relax and enjoy the holiday a bit more. Don’t finish it all at once! See you this evening.You’re Bro, Zac.” 

I smiled at the gesture. He was a cool guy, even if he did somehow make the apartment smell like breakfast cereal. I popped open the box and inside was a rolled joint with another note. He knew I didn’t smoke usually but I’d hate for it to go to waste. I pulled a lighter out of my drawer, lit the joint, pulled a deep hit.

The smoke was smooth left a tingle in my mouth kind of like cinnamon candy. It was awesome. I went to take another hit but first I needed to get more comfortable. I was tired of wearing my work clothes. It just reminded me about missing the holidays. I’m not usually one to strip in the house but since Zac wasn’t around I didn’t see the harm. 

I sat on the edge of my bed and took another hit breathing this time a bit deeper. It felt different than the first hit. It was cooler more like peppermint instead of cinnamon. I loved the cooling sensation it left me. I could feel my goosebumps pop up all over my skin. I began to rub my hand through my hair. It felt softer than It usually did but I was probably already feeling the high. 

“Maybe it’d be better if I laid on the floor just in case” I thought out loud as I lowered myself on the carpet. I realized how much better it was to be on the floor. How right it felt to be half naked with back on the rough carpet. It was like a belonged there. I looked at the joint still burning in my hand.

“This stuff is really strong. Maybe Zac’s right I shouldn’t finish it all at once.” but even as I said those words I knew I wanted to take another hit. It felt too good to stop now. I put the joint to my lips and pulled as much smoke as I could without coughing. This time there was no tingle like cinnamon or a cooling like mint. It was just warm. Starting from my toes all the way up my body. I was hard. I could feel myself pulsing in my underwear and I knew I had to take them off. 

It was almost primal, the urge to get off. I could barely remember getting my underwear off and the rest of the day was a blur. I’d blow a load all over my palm and then take another hit of the joint and be right back at it again. I couldn’t tell you how many times I had cum. All I know is that every time I did, I knew that I was losing some part of myself. Maybe it was my brains, or my inhibitions, or both. But I stopped caring about anything except getting off and getting high. I had finished the last of joint and was fucking my hand with 2 fingers inside me when my roommate came in with leftovers from his family’s house. I wasn’t even ashamed that he was watching me debase myself on the floor. Zac put down the bag of food, smirked devilishly, and started to unbuckle his pants. 

“I told you not to finish it all at once.” 

[braindrainstories]

A month ago, my dances were very different. I came into this room that first time hoping to dazzle him with my gifts—that was why he’d invited me, wasn’t it? He’d complimented me on my potential the day he visited the class, taken me aside and asked if there was a time when I was free to dance privately for him. Nothing untoward, nothing improper, just a chance to display my skills in a less chaotic setting to a man who had the ear of some of the most influential choreographers on Broadway. It was everything I’d ever hoped for.

He sits in the chair with his pants undone, gently cradling his balls as he watches my ass swing back and forth like a pendulum. He is already erect. He doesn’t say a word as I move closer. He only watches as my hands trail down my chest once, then twice as I move freely to the rhythm. I’m so well-trained now, I think to myself in quiet amazement. I know exactly what he wants, and all I want to do is give it to him. I feel my cock dripping into my underwear as I dance 

I wonder, each time, if this will be the time he asks me to do more than dance for him. I would do it. All my resistance is gone now, melted away under a tide of praise and pleasure. The last thirty nights have bound me to his will far more powerfully than any torture ever could.  

I can hear his breath quickening, and his hand is practically a blur on his cock. I want to see him cum so badly now. He made me want that, but knowing that my desires are his desires doesn’t make them any less strong. I roll my hips against my hand, turning finger-fucking into an erotic dance performed entirely on my knees. My body is glistening with sweat under the spotlights. My cock feels like it’s being drawn by magnets. I feel goosebumps on my skin despite the warmth of the room.

I ache to cum. My fingers play with my hole relentlessly. I hear myself moan along with the music, wailing in key with the saxophone as my body tries helplessly to bridge the gap between pleasure and orgasm and never quite making it. I’m helpless to resist the mindless, throbbing need coursing through my body. I’m always helpless when I’m like this, and I’m always like this when I dance for him, and I always dance for him because the pull of the pleasure draws me back to this room, back to my knees, back to beg him wordlessly to-

He lets out a tiny gasp as his balls tighten and his cock spurts all over his hands, his hips jerking up for a moment in the chair as he gushes out his thick, pearly liquid. A few drops spatter onto my leg, and I wipe them up with a finger and gulp them down greedily. 

“Bravo, my dear,” he says quietly, his hands coming together in genteel applause. And I cum. I feel the orgasm resounding through my whole body with each clap of his hands, far more powerful than anything my fingers or his cock or a whole case of vibrators could possibly give me. I cum and cum and cum and cum, my body shaking with pleasure as each climax comes almost too close to the last to properly register until my mind reels and my thoughts melt away into white noise and all my grace and poise melt away to leave me curled up on the floor, unable to cope with the sheer relentless ecstasy.

I hear him say, “I would like you to return and dance for me tomorrow,” and even though it is phrased as an invitation, we both know the truth.

[braindrainstories]

We both knew the consequences of losing. Coach had made it clear he could only continue teaching one of us to be the star wrestler and the other one would have to work as the support and wait till next year to be the star. Being incredibly competitive, We both wanted to be the best. We both wanted the recognition that came with being the top dog of the team. We both needed to win. 

Unfortunately Luke and I have been friends since childhood and it didn’t make it easy for us to admit that he was probably going to lose the match. First off, it is my senior year and he’s only a junior, so Coach probably wouldn’t give the top slot to a junior when he has a perfectly good senior to fill it. Also Since we were kids we’ve wrestled, like boys do, and I’ve never lost, and I’ve never enjoyed losing, and he knew that. So I decided the night before the decisive match I was going to go over to his place and comfort him. 

Luke was absolutely distraught when I arrived and he was grateful that I came over. We sat up for a while talking about the match and decided that this wasn’t going to ruin our friendship no matter who one or lost. 

“I wish we could practice a bit now. I mean you don’t need it, obviously, but do you think you could do that? Spar with me a bit? You don’t have too.” He asked earnestly, with just a twinge of sadness laced between every syllable. I couldn’t say no to him. 

So now here we are standing in his garage at the ready position in only our underwear. Luke started playing some weird dance style music that he insisted helps his focus but I thought it was just weird noise. I guess, anything to help a friend. We both hit hard when we came together and I pulled him into a hold that he easily evaded. I guess the music was helping him but it was also distracting me.

“Can we do this without the music it’s dis-” I started to say as he pull me into a chin lock. 

“Just listen to it carefully dude. I got it from coach. it’s supposed to help me out to be the team alpha.” He said almost menacingly. I was about to tap out when he pulled himself on top of me with my body facing the ground. He grabbed my leg and pulled it up to his chest. It hurt but for some reason as he was dominating me in this match, my dick was getting hard. This is relatively normal for a wrestler. It’s just a release of adrenaline and endorphins that make you a little stiff but I’ve never been this hard in my life. Something was wrong.

“Don’t fight it man. it feels good to let someone else be alpha for a change.” I could feel myself leaking into my white briefs. I tried not to listen to him. I tried not to listen to the music. I tried to tune it all out but I couldn’t seem to do it. I had to cover my ears, but when I went to do it, Luke got me, pressing his pelvis against my ass and pulling my arms behind my back so I couldn’t cover my ears. It’s any easy hold to break out of but the more I listened to music the less I could focus on my moves.

“You need to let go dude. It’s too much pressure to be the alpha. Let me do it.” It made sense. It was so much pressure to be the best. If I lost I didn’t have to feel that pressure any more. I could just feel good. I could just let Luke be the alpha. That would feel good. Luke slowly took my underwear off. My hands laid motionless on the floor I wasn’t gonna fight anymore. He pulled his cock out of his yellow briefs and rubbed it against my hole, his pre-cum slicking me up. I wanted to feel good. I wanted to be the beta. When he slowly pressed into me, I knew that losing never felt this good.

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Reblog if your blog is hypnosis themed

It’s time we all found each other♥

[opposite-of-a-problem-deactivat]

[braindrainstories]

I will never understand why good people end up dating the bad ones. In the case of my friend Gavin, who was one of the nicest guys I’ve ever known, I was dumbfounded when I finally met his boyfriend, Jake. I mean, I didn’t care that Gavin was gay and had boyfriend, but why did he date such a prick? Every chance Jake got to take a jab at my friend, he took, and it took every ounce of my power to bite my tongue. I didn’t want to offend my friend at all. So when I finally heard the two of them were splitting up, I knew this was my chance to give Jake a piece of my mind.

Gavin was distraught when he told me of their break up, tears coming down his face, saying things like “I have no idea how he got me to do the things he did.” I tried to console my friend, but all I could think about was getting back at Jake. After a while Gavin fell asleep, obviously too tired and upset to drive himself home. I knew that I had to go and get back at Jack. 

Oddly enough, Jake was at home when I arrived and didn’t seem as upset about the break up as my friend. He almost looked amused by my arrival which did not abate my anger. I had every intention of laying into him right then and there but he started to blather on about having all of Gavin’s stuff if I wanted it. I decided it’d be best if I didn’t punch the prick until I had gotten all of my friend’s stuff safely in my car. 

Jake asked me to follow him inside and said he’d be happy to give me everything I needed. At first, I was wary about his intentions with giving me the stuff but I decided to stop paying attention to what he was saying the closer we got to his bedroom. He obviously was saying something to me that he thought was important but, fortunately, there was a low hum somewhere in the apartment that was much easier to focus on than his annoying low voice. 

When we finally reached his room, I felt like I was in some sort of daze. I didn’t know what I was doing here, or even where I was. It almost felt like I was walking through warm water and my body felt so heavy. I saw the bed in front of me and it looked so comfortable. All I wanted to do was strip down and get ready for bed. I wasn’t sure who’s bed it was but it looked so comfortable that I didn’t care. I’m sure whoever owned the bed wouldn’t mind if I took a quick nap there. After all, I was so tired. I let out a long yawn just to drive home how exhausted I felt. The second my head hit the pillows, I didn’t even pull up a blanket, I just passed out.

When I woke up, I couldn’t help but feel so relaxed. So warm and comfortable. I felt a sort of weight on my chest and I opened my eyes slowly, blinking away all the slow thoughts that were leaving my head. When I began to focus on my surroundings I finally realized that the weight on my chest was Jake laying down on me with his ass in my face. Normally I would've tensed up but something about his ass confused me. I knew I had to focus on his hole. Something about it was fascinating. Something about was able to draw me in. Something about it made everything in the room disappear. I saw the way it softly pulsed with need and i couldn’t bring myself to look away.

Then, all of a sudden, I felt my mouth dry up. I was hungry. It felt like I hadn’t eaten in weeks. I knew what was about to happen. I knew that it was against every moral rule I lived by. I also knew it was inevitable. No matter how much I resisted, I was going to press my face in between those two perfect globes and destroy every ounce of my individuality in the process. I knew my fate and, although, I knew that it meant my complete submission to this terrible man, I was ready to embrace my new purpose. 

“Eat it. Bitch.” 

With as much care as a tailor takes to thread a needle, I pressed my tongue against his hole and immediately came.

[braindrainstories]

Announcement:

Sorry Guys I went on a bit of a hiatus from technology for a while but don’t worry I’ve written some great stories that I’m gonna be posting for the next few days.

[breakingstraightmen]

I want you imagine kneeling down on the floor before him. His abs. His pecs. His masculinity. His musk. His dark hair and happy trail. You can feel his confidence in the room. It’s almost palpable. You feel overcome with the urge to kneel. You had never considered being gay before – but suddenly in this moment you feel almost hypnotized by the sway of his meat under his shorts. Thoughts of what it might look like, or feel like in your hand become so powerful that your heart starts to race. He just stares at you and waits for you to break - slowly stroking his manhood through his shorts.

You know what this decision means, but his confidence is becoming an aphrodisiac. It’s almost like he knows what the outcome will be. Your eyes feast on his body one last time as your heart nearly beats out of your chest. You begin to take small measured steps toward him. The curiosity is too great.

In a daze you slowly begin to lower yourself between his legs. Feeling the rug on your knees, the hair on his legs, and his confidence washing over you in waves, you manage to take your eyes off of his swaying cock just in time to catch a wry smile come across his face.  “Good choice.”

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There are a lot of gay male hypnosis themed tumblrs, but we always comprise a small fraction of those “repost if…” hypnosis blog roundups. So, if I may…

Reblog if you’re a hypnosis themed blog by a gay man!

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[braindrainstories]

"Robert," he said, putting his hand on my shoulder, "you've known me forever. You know I can seduce any girl I want. It just takes the right touch  As if to demonstrate, he started sliding the thumb of his hand on my shoulder stated up and down my shoulder and neck. It was soothing and it did feel really good.

"And my voice can make any girl go wild." It was true. As Jared lowered his voice, it attained a smooth silky quality that could make anyone lower their guard in spite of themselves.

"And my eyes. Check out how deep brown they are. Looking into my eyes can make anyone trust me. Make anyone relax". It was true too. His conveyed such an inviting, honest sincerity that you knew it was totally ok to trust Jared. 

"Oh, and of course, I have the body. Have you noticed how it makes even straight guys just stop and stare? Yeah, dude... even a straight guy like you can't turn away from this bod. Check out the abs". He unbuttoned the lower buttons of his shirt as he spoke, and then used his other hand to hold the bottom of his shirt open. The eight pack that glared at me was amazing. People say "washboard abs". Jared’s looked more like cobblestone, thick firm protrusions of muscle in perfect arrangement. Don't think about his body, don't think about his body, I commanded myself. "Wanna touch?" Without waiting for an answer, the hand that was on my shoulder gently slid down my arm, as if caressing it and took my hand. Jared's palm felt warm and strong and inviting. He took the palm of my hand and guided it onto his abs. He flexed and twitched his abs slightly as he guided my hand along his stomach. My hand seemed to take a life of its own as it began holding and caressing each muscle in turn, savoring its bulk and texture. "And that's just the abs." Jared let go of his shirt, letting it fall over my hand still unable to let go of his abs. Fight it, I thought to myself, desperately willing myself to summon up the energy to withstand what I knew would come next. He gently put his hand under my chin and guided my face up, tearing my eyes away from his awe-striking torso and locking them upon his brown eyes. He put his hands on the sides of me head, gently caressing it with his thumbs, his motions fogging my thoughts and making it so hard to concentrate on resisting him.  "Robert, I love you". His words rang out like a gong through my foggy head. I felt my heart and my cock jump as I heard these words. He loved me.  "I love you, Robert." Another burst of warmth pulsed through my body.  "Do you love me, Robert?". I nodded feverishly. "Do you want my love?" I nodded feverishly again. I needed him. I longed for him. I felt empty without him. Jared made an ever so slight kissing motion with his lips as if blowing me a kiss. I almost felt it arrive on my lips, licking them hungrily. "Undo your belt and unbutton your jeans," he whispered. Through the mirk in my head, I didn't notice myself complying, my focus never leaving his soft, loving brown eyes. He flicked his thumbs over what was by now a throbbing raging hardon, sending another blow of desire through my body and eliciting a breathy "mmmmmmmmmpphhhhh" from my lips. He tickling my shaft with his fingers, ever so lightly running them up and down. "You like that?" My heart was racing, I was short of breath, my head hardly had the energy to nod. "You can't stop yourself. You can't control yourself. Just give in," he said. "Give in to your love for me. Give in to my power over you." I felt my cock oozing precum over his his fingers as they continued their onslaught onto what was left of my cock's resistance. "Give in, and cum. Cum. Cum. Cum." Jared’s one hand made long, powerful strokes down my shaft while the other was hypnotizing my balls into releasing their load. My cock was spasming furiously in his hand. I was so close. So close. Had to fight. "I love you, Robert," Even if I could resist his ministration, when that voice spoke of love and said my name, I was completely under its spell. With a furious last twitch, my balls abdicated. Burst after burst of boiling jizz exploded out of my searing shaft.

He wiped the cum off his hands against my shirt and bent down to pick up his own shirt off the floor. I watched his wide powerful back spread as he reached down for it. As he put it on, I finally found the energy to speak. "Where are you going," I pleaded?  "The girl in the other room? You blew your load so she's mine now, bitch." I tried to follow Jared out but he stopped me just before the door. "Whoa, were are you going, buddy?" He nodded toward my shirt, which he had so thoroughly stained with my cum. "Better go wash that out."

[ericks-male-tf-stories-deactiva]

One sip, and his pecs jutted out from his chest a little bit more. A second sip, his biceps ballooned out, pushing up and stretching out his shirt sleeves. Third sip, he flipped his hat around without even realizing it. It was on the fourth sip that he got that dumb look on his face. Fifth sip, and he was all mine.

“Flex for me, bro,” I told him.

He put his big arms above his head and put a cocky look on his face.

“Yeah, bro,” I complimented him, “Nice arms.”

He let out a dumb chuckle and continued flexing for himself. He was completely oblivious of his instant muscle growth. All he knew was that he was fuckin’ big now, and he wanted to show it off.

“Fuck yeah,” he said. Damn, his voice had gotten so deep and dumb-sounding.

“I think you’ve had enough to drink tonight, though,” I said. I raised an eyebrow and looked at the bottle that he had continued sipping from. With each sip he took, he was becoming more and more simple-minded. If he kept it up at this pace, I doubted he’d even be able to string a sentence together by the end of the night. 

“This shit is fuckin’ lit, bro,” he slurred, “What the fuck is in this shit?”

“Just a special little serum I invented to help turn you into a dumb, muscular frat bro,” I smiled.

“Huh?” What I had just told him had clearly gone over his head. “Whatever, bro. That sounds like some fuckin’ stupid science shit or somethin’.”

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[thehypnobunny]

Calling all hypno-subjects

I need your assistance. 

I’m working on a project, a supersecret project, that has to do with hypnosis, and I need some people to help me beta-test it. 

It involves trancey things and a website that will (should) take you in and out of trance repeatedly, no triggers or programming or suggestions or anything like that. Just me trying new ways of putting people into trance. 

If interested, please reblog. 

Tagging for crumbs, @mr-prism, @mrs-prism, @hypno-sandwich, @tennfan2, @ellaenchanting, @lizzidoll, @travisthehypnotizedpuppy, @mrmeapify, @aliakindomu

[tennfan2]

Obviously yes.

[enscenic]

Ahem. Also yes.

[hypnotic-surrender]