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Locker room rules

Thanks to those new followers or visitors to these blogs. I use tags to categorise the captions I write and the contents of the post. 

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@kink-overide is my side blog for explicit posts, transformation, hypno and sub/Dom content. This is the tagging system I use: 

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Hey coach, not sure why you called me here? I know you saw me train at the college's gym, but I've started not long ago, I've never been super into sports. I'm not sure why you'd want to recruit me, I don't have a jock's body nor personality...

“Listen closely. I’ve seen hundreds of aimless guys like you - I know the way your body moves, I know how you can push beyond what you think you can do. But that hunger in your eyes - that tension is not something you fake. I know exactly what you have been hiding deep within. Follow me.”

You weren’t sure yet if you were in trouble, or why you needed his help. You’d just started training, never really been into sports, and you didn’t have the typical athlete’s build or personality going for you to improvise a way out. You knew that you didn’t belong just yet, but you hoped this wasn't the end of your journey. After following him to an area in the locker room you'd never been before, he pulled a heavy kit bag from beside the bench and set it down with a deliberate thud.

“Look at me,” his voice, a dark invitation, explained. “This is yours now. I'm not just giving you a uniform out of pity. This is the sort of invitation you should take more seriously than anything else."

You unzipped the bag slowly, revealing a pristine jersey, shorts, socks, and boots. The fabric and his eyes shimmered under the lights as he commanded, “Put it on."

Your fingers trembled as you reached out, brushing against the smooth black material. Not wanting to waste any more of his time, you slipped the jersey over your head, feeling it hug your chest and shoulders - tight, yet unmistakably alive. Feeling the pressure of his gaze, you pulled up the shorts and long socks, feeling them stretch snugly around your thighs and the fabric cling to your calves. You laced up the boots, a perfect fit, and turned to face the mirror.

He watched with continued focus, eyes dark and intense as you stood and admired yourself for a brief moment. Stepping behind you, he reached out with a firm, possessive hand on your shoulder. His touch was deliberate, almost as if he could explore every curve of your shoulder beneath the jersey, massaging the taut muscle with a single move.

“The way a uniform sits reveals more to me than just how a body looks," he murmured, voice low and certain. “You’re not just going to be playing a game. This will be your new beginning. You’re stepping into my world where I will take you apart and put you back together.” His grip became firmer, his breath warm against your neck: “I will make you stronger, sharper, and more alive.”

His hand released as he moved down your back with quiet authority, guiding you to stand tall and to own every inch of yourself. He circled you slowly, eyes never leaving yours as he spoke.

“You will learn to obey - on the field, in training, and in every moment you wear this shirt. You will hold yourself with pride, with power, with the knowledge that you are mine to guide.”

“Look at me,” he commanded with an intensity that made your breath catch. His voice dropped even lower, smooth and steady, wrapping around you like a velvet chain. “Focus only on my voice. With every breath you take, you trust me - you want to trust me. You want to be the player I see inside you, the man who moves exactly as I command.”

You found yourself drawn into that gaze, the world narrowing until it was just him, his words, the steady rhythm of his voice pulling at your mind. "You are mine now, and I’ll make sure you never forget it. ”

His hand slid from your arm to rest lightly on your chest. “Let everything else fade away - the noise, the doubts, the hesitation. When I speak, you listen. When I touch you, you respond - without question, without hesitation. Every command I gift you will become a part of you. On and off the field, you will carry that same discipline, that same hunger to please, to prove yourself worthy of my attention. You will move with grace, with strength, with control. Every part of you will obey.”

You could feel the shift - the pull of his dominance weaving into your thoughts, softening resistance until it felt natural, even necessary. His presence wrapped around you like the jersey, feeling it becoming tighter and tighter across your chest…

“Look at me,”

He stepped closer again. You snapped back into focus.

“Welcome to the team. We've got work to do.”

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Being part of the team has been great, but seeing the new mascot that showed up a few days ago with that great body and cute pup mask, I’ve been having some intrusive thoughts that I can’t shake. I would love to join him and if there is space for a second mascot and if there is a spare pup mask to help do that, I can’t stop thinking about it

It usually takes a while for a follow-up, but as the latest mascot has been receiving so much positive attention, it would be wrong to dim an ignited flame...

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As you looked at the new mascot from the field, the very thought of being so… exposed sent a thrill down your spine. Instructive thoughts within you kept wakening fantasies you had kept long hidden beneath the surface. Determined, you devised a plan to get closer... and maybe - just maybe - there was a spare ‘uniform’ (if you could even call it a uniform) you could try on for size.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you snuck into the other side of the changing room and spotted some of the random sports kit left in the open lockers from your fellow team mates. Well worn and scuffed socks, base layers that were soaked in sweat... even a few jockstraps lying around for the taking, but still: nothing from the mascot. Feeling disheartened, you kept searching high and low until far after everyone should have left the premises.

Finally, as you opened the last open door at the end of the row, a somewhat familiar-looking blue mask appeared - contrasting against the bright red lockers of the team. Your pulse quickened. You felt your heart in your throat. Was it really all worth it?

Instinctively pulling it over your head, you felt the snug neoprene pressed against your temple. The inside felt far different to the helmets you’d usually wear on the field, and almost like it left an imprint of its original owner against yours. As the sensation started to settle into place, an intoxicating rush surged through you. For the first time since showering, you felt the cool air rush against your exposed muscular arms, sending a shiver through you and awakening every nerve. Perhaps the trance was broken... or a new one had begun?

“What are you still doing in here, pup?”

Just then, the door swung open. Coach stepped in, his eyes widening as he took in the sight before him. A smirk spread across his face as his gaze lingered on your muscular form, recognising it well.

“Well, well, well. Looks like you’ve decided to take on a different role for the team for the upcoming tour. Is that right?”

Your heart raced as you flexed your newly defined muscles in response to the low and teasing tone of his voice - mimicing the other Mascot's moves one-for-one.

You felt the tight fabric of the mask continue to hug and compress your head as your physique beneath bulged in the thrill of being watched. It was almost as if the mask knew just what signals to send to your body...

“I even have the perfect uniform in mind for a Pup of your... skillset. You're going to be the envy of every team on the tour!"

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Photo credit: linktr.ee/pupbuday and FS Man Gear

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Hey coach, I always wanted to have a singlet and eventually bought one recently. However, instead of ordering an ordinary wrestling one, I accidentally got a power lifting singlet. It feels so good that I started wearing it casually to a gym along with my sweat-soaked jockstrap. I honestly have never been a huge fan of working out before but eventually fell in love with it. Since a few months I've been hitting the gym 5 times a week while eating a shittone of protein and supplements to build muscle mass. I even continue wearing my musky sports gear for the rest of the day. I'd be grateful for your extra motivation ;)

Sounds like you're already heading in the right direction — and you're just getting warmed up.

As you keep visiting the gym, wearing your snug-fitting singlet and jockstrap, you'll feel and see every hard-earned contour take its place. With each repetition, lift and bead of falling sweat, you will feel yourself empowered to stay the course. Your workout will transform from routine into a celebration of your new strength, loving the pump, feeling the burn.

You will wear the sweat from pushing your limits as a badge of honour.

Before long, you'll catch glimpses of yourself in the mirrors lining the walls as the adrenaline pumps through your veins. Your gym gear is the uniform you wear as a symbol of the effort you put in every single day. Get ready to unleash your inner beast.

There is no going back now.

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Photo credit: Mitch Nesbitt (@solbear96)

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Any chance… uh… the team needs a mascot of the pup variety? I hear there’s lots of balls 🐶

The team used to have a mascot a while back, now that I think about it. How about you take a look and see what the previous guy left in his locker at the end of the row?

Opening up the red door, your eyes landed on the unexpected: a black, white and red mask hanging on a hook. The neoprene surface was softly illuminated under the fluorescent lights. While the inside of the door is labelled " TEAM MASCOT" you hesitated for a moment as your heart started to race.

Isn't this all familiar to something you've seen before? What if you wore it? What if it changed everything? Curiosity began to tingle in your chest as your hand approached it, fingers brushing over the smooth material and, with a deep breath, decided to pull the mask over your head.

The moment the snug mask enveloped your face, your reality began to blur. A wave of exhilaration instantly washed over you: the soft texture caressed your skin and coaxed your insecurities to fade. In their place, a rush of primal energy warped your mind into that of the former owner. With each heartbeat, you felt stronger and stronger. You glanced in the mirror and watched in awe as your body had shifted as well. Muscles you never knew started to inflate beneath your skin and fill out your previously average frame.

Catching your reflection in the mirror, you found your new anonymity captivating, combined with your new broad shoulders, thighs and defined arms, of course.

Breaking the silence of the locker room, the door swung open and the familiar burly Coach strode in. His eyes narrowed at the sight of you, a smirk spreading across his face. He sneered -

“Looks like you're already picking up exactly where the last guy left, aren't you? How about you be a good boy and flex those muscles of yours and inspire the team properly, eh?”

Lost in the euphoric headspace, you stepped forward, puffed out your chest and flexed your arms on command. Intoxicated from the power radiating from your transformed body, you didn't care that your towl dropped - now revealing a team-appropriate red jockstrap.

"Attaboy. Just how it should be."

You began playfully wagging your imaginary tail as you revelled in the way your new biceps and pecs continued to bulge and swell. Coach continued to hand you your new uniform from the locker - with a mixture of admiration and lust in his gaze. First, the knee-high socks and boots, and then a matching red singlet with a strangely familiar 'mascot' on the front.

To showcase your exhilarating new enthusiasm to the rest of the team, Coach had a few ideas of how he could utilise your skillet the most effectively. Motivation, inspiration, or even a bit of playing rough.

As time went on, you started to wonder: why would the previous mascot ever give this role up…?

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Photo credit: kinktr.ee/musclepuprocky Long overdue request for @PupAmp / https://linktr.ee/pupamp

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hey coach, found a powerlifting singlet, lifting belt, knee wraps and lifting shoes in my locker where my clothes were…..not sure what to do

Stepping out of the shower, you felt yourself met with a rush of cool air and it sent a shiver down your damp skin. The room was quiet, you always tried to finish your workout before the post-work rush, but as you reached for your towel you found that your clothes had vanished without a trace.

A quick glance around confirmed it: they were gone.

Was this a prank or rather, a challenge?

In your now open locker, you found barely anything but a powerlifting singlet. Despite the feeling that it was simultaneously mocking yet inviting - you felt that with no other options there was an undeniable pull. Despite the absurdity of the situation, you quickly threw away the last remnants of your modesty, discarded the towel, and pulled the thick black singlet over your head. The fabric hugged your damp body like a second skin, accentuating the lean lines of your frame. It was a strange exhilaration, a blend of vulnerability yet empowerment...

With a deep sigh, you spotted the matching pair of shoes, wraps and belt. Feeling the pressure of your exposed core, you decided to take the plunge and at least try to 'look the part' while you figured out where your clothes had gone.

The pressure that was within you continued to build as you noticed a sort of bond forming between you, the gear, and the energy of the gym itself. Standing up, brushing your now short hair, you took a deep breath to stop your heart racing. It was no longer the thrill of being exposed, but from sheer adrenaline.

“Let’s fucking do this” you heard racing through your head - your new voice low and powerful.

Just as you thought to admire yourself in the mirror, the door swung open with the evening group of gym attendees strolled in. Laughter echoing off the walls, they froze for a moment, eyes wide with surprise and recognition.

“Looks like we've found another fella who’ll be hogging the weights tonight, lads!” one of them exclaimed, clapping you on the back with a force that sent a second jolt through you. It washed over you like a warm wave, and filled your mind with an intoxicating mix of excitement and belonging as one of the squad.

You could see the change in their eyes: you had shed a lot more than just your old clothes; you stepped into a new identity entirely. With a grin spreading across your face, you strode toward the weights, ready to see what this new body of yours can do.

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I am 20 years old, thin, dark hair. While exploring a dusty and forgotten locker room, I find a pair of beige shorts, worn but still soft, as if consumed by a body that has inhabited them intensely. There is a warm, masculine smell, which inexplicably attracts me. I put them on. They are a little large...

Feeling a familiar post-workout exhaustion, you started heading back to the gym showers when you spotted a pair of beige shorts, seemingly discarded on the bench beside your locker. While they might have looked used, you figured that someone must have forgotten to pack them away when they changed for their workout. Your mind began to wander all through your shower and, upon returning, you decided to try the shorts on for size. The material felt strangely soft against your skin, providing a slight tingling sensation as the warm cotton fabric brushed across your thighs, but you quickly dismissed the feeling as a result of your leg-day workout.

Realising the time and not paying attention to the subtle shifts happening underneath, you redirected the sudden surge of panic as a calling for you to leave the gym before rush hour. Shoving all your dirty gym kit in your bag, you headed out back home - still wearing the mysterious worn, sweaty shorts. While driving, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the rear view mirror, and noticed your jawline seemed more defined, your shoulders broader… but you shrugged it off as a trick of the lighting.

Your heart still racing as you arrived back home, you looked at your reflection in the window. Your features were changing, becoming more rugged, more… masculine. You felt a wave of panic wash over you as you struggled to find the keys to open your front door.

Once inside, the fear slowly gave way to a strange fascination. You touched your chest, feeling the bulging muscles beneath your skin swell and harden. Your arms felt powerful, toned and scattered with thick hair covering the visibly popped-out veins that spanned from your shoulders down to your wrists. As you ran your hands across your jaw, you felt the stubble turn into the lushness of a beard you hadn't been able to grow before. Taking in change after change, your mind began to match your new physique, your thoughts becoming more focused, more assertive, more bold. You looked down at the shorts, a strange sense of gratitude washing over you as you realised that this was where it had all started. You felt a primal urge to test your newfound strength, to push your limits as you were becoming someone else, someone stronger, more confident.

Looking at your reflection again, you saw that you were no longer the skinny 20-year old boy who had entered the gym. You had become something else entirely.

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hey coach, someone left package for my roommate outside my house. Once i opened it i found a rubber bodysuit inside. I feel strangely compelled to try it on, but i don’t want my roommate to get angry with me. What should I do?

Rapidly pausing your game and rushing to the door, you found yourself missing the delivery driver for just a second. Staring at the nondescript cardboard box on your doorstep, the label correctly stated your address, but the sender and intended recipient were left blank. Shrugging it off as yet another late-night delivery from your roommate, you decided to take it inside to check.

Carefully slicing through the tape (the cardboard yielded with a satisfying tear), you found within a sleek, black rubber bodysuit.

The texture unfamiliar, feeling both cool and smooth to the touch.. with only a single accompanying note, unsigned, simply stated:

"For your optimal performance."

As a regular at the local gym yourself, you interpreted this as some avant-garde workout gear that your roomate had been given as a sort of 'signing bonus' to kickstart his own physical conditioning. You've been trying to get him to sign up, but now the jealousy starts to hit you. The thought of enhanced performance, pushing your physical limits... it all sparked a flicker of excitement within your hands.

Surprisingly supple, you decided to try it on. The rubber easily yielded to your touch as you began the process. The sensation was immediate, a tightening embrace that moulded itself to your form. As you pull the zipper up to the nape of your neck, the pressure intensified, a strange, almost erotic sensation washing over you. Your breath hitched, your heart rate quickened - and, as the rubber suit enveloped your body completely to your fingertips, the realisation hit you that this was no simple mistake.

What if this suit was intended for Mark all along? He's going to kill me when he finds out I've worn it before him..

A new consciousness started to emerge from deep within you as you felt each and every inch of your body pulsate as it reshaped to your physical form. With every release from the intense pressure, a newfound sense of surrender, of yielding, and a burgeoning submissiveness would wash over you in its place. Panic dissolved into an intense wave of pure erotic complicitness, of pleasurable servitude, and - most importantly - of calm.

Lost in the throes of the metamorphosis, you were startled by the sound of your roommate, Mark, as he finally entered the apartment. Looking down at your tighly enrobed body as he stood in the doorway, a knowing smile played on his lips.

"Well, well," he said, his voice laced with amusement. "I see that my package arrived."

You turned around to look up at him, realising that this was always his plan. You tried to speak, to protest or to plead - you had no idea which - but the words caught in your throat as if his hands were wrapped around your neck.

"Things between us are going to be very different from now on."

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TF Trade:

I got a huge thing for Cbum right now, fuck that's my dream body, maybe even bigger.

I'd put up with anything to wake up as the Aussie version of him 🤤

Your laptop continued to hum away as you tried and failed to focus on your thesis in the library. Scrolling your Instagram feed, again, you came across a familiar face - but this time on your university's gym account..

"JOIN THE CBUM CHALLENGE! WE MAKE BIGGER: HE MAKES BETTER. No experience required, enlist today!"

You sneered as the questionnaire, the series of commitments, and the final, ominous "Transform Now!" button as it all felt pretty amateur. Brushing it off as a hastily-made last-minute effort from some poor meathead sports marketing student to get some 'first-hand data', you closed the link to focus on getting your own research finished. But yet.. a strange curiosity started to gnaw at you... distracting you again... and again.. until you finally clicked that button.

Moments later, back in your cramped room, a strange sort of tingling sensation began behind your eyes and in your fingertips. As you changed into a loose pair of black shorts and a grey tank, you felt a deep feeling of pressure starting to build, and then a feeling of… expansion.

"CONGRATULATIONS!" your phone started to buzz. "You have been chosen to participate in the program! For your own health, you must report to the gym immediately for your induction."

Your frame began to broaden, your legs reshaped, even your forearms morphed into the chisled veins across taught skin of your idol.

A low groan escaped your lips as the sensation coursed deep within you - it was overwhelming, chaotic, and altogether the most euphoric feeling you had ever experienced. As quickly as it began, the moaning within you became a deep belch, as you felt the last of your core tighten. Ending the very same moment, your screen went black, an equally familiar face staring back at you from the other side. Your consciousness, somehow inhabiting the incredible body, could only stare in stunned disbelief.

"...Fucking hell.”

Notification after notification began to be pushed through to your phone, and you realised that you had no choice but to follow their instructions. Upon arrival at the lab, they informed you that the so-called ‘challenge’ was actually a student-led academic collaboration between your university and CBum himself. Deep tissue scans of his entire body were matched with sensory records and psychological expertise, participants would be able to experience a ‘first-hand CBum experience’ - all through a willing host.

They were running out of time to find one - until you.

All through the night until the next morning the gym's lab staff undertook their thorough monitoring process. Everything from how your body measurements compared with his body, your endurance levels matched his endurance, your knowledge and, as you would come to learn, most importantly: what you were missing from his.

What you didn’t initially anticipate was that this meant the CBum program didn’t just bring over his physical likeness to yours, but also his thought patterns. The lab team proposed that over time, the two would slowly merge into a unique hybrid, but no one could be certain just how much of 'you' or 'him' there would be in the long run.

In exchange for participation in the 'challenge', you’d be rewarded with full 1st class credits for the semester, so long as you spent all of your time maintaining your physique.

You were more than happy to do so. Plus, with so much time in the gym ahead of you, it was only natural that you’d find a well-paying side hustle.

"You're not gonna quit on me that easy, are ya, mate?"

Your new, gruff voice barked at the former lab attendant who inducted you all those weeks ago.

"Let’s start again, shall we? I know you've got it in there. 3… 2… 1”

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Hey, Coach, I just got back to my locker and there’s a sweaty singlet and jock laying on top of my clothes. I think it was that bear I saw over at the squat rack earlier. Both of these look way too big for me, but I’ll be damned if they don’t smell good. What should I do?

It always surprises me how people can be so careless with their property in this gym!

I know exactly who you are referring to - he is over by the bench-press working on one of his new inductees to his intense mass gain programme. I imagine that he swapped out his singlet and jock to a fresh one for his afternoon shift, and somehow left it in your locker by mistake.

No sooner did you find the items did you know to stuff them deep inside your gym bag, out of view of anyone looking or sniffing around. You had noticed the group of men who'd been inducted to this new training for a while now, both their towering physical presence, and their impressive stench as they seemingly grew bigger and bigger every week.

Trying on both the jock and singlet in the privacy of a private corner of the changing room, you felt the loose fabric rapidly getting tighter… or was it you that was getting bigger?

Before you could even start to investigate, your gut started to expand as though it had been inflated and caused you to involuntarily cough up the largest belch.

Catching yourself from truly exploring your new form, you realised that the noise of your outburst had been noticed by more than yourself… but you had been watched.

"You must be my 4 o'clock. Hurry up. I expect my new inductees to be 15 minutes early for their measurements to be taken." You heard the familiar voice of the instructor calling out to you before quickly turning his wide back to walk towards his area on the gym floor. "By the way, nice singlet, bud" the instructor winked at you as you followed him. "I had one of those myself not too long ago. Wonder where it ended up…".

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I have always wanted to worship a sweaty alpha male in his soccer kit but mainly their soccer socks, but they never let me.. Could you make it so that i can finally achieve this? I would do anything for them and with anything i mean ANYTHING ( swallowing,pits, spit etc). i myself am a gay male in this situation

In my own experience (I used to have a relatively popular Instagram of myself in sports gear and football socks) - I found no shortage of willing applicants for worshiping. With such plentiful supply, I can easily see how you can be declined from achieving your one true desire.

The solution, of course, is to make yourself rapidly available without any expectation of your wishes being met. That’s where a buddy system would come into play. See, compared to some other requests here, I believe that you just need the help of a minor location adjustment and to embed you with the right service mindset.

Pairing up two members of the team is often used as a way to inspire and teach the inexperienced member of the group culture. In this case, you’ll be placed as the group’s attendant - always within reach, making that pay-off feel so much sweeter when you’re finally used for every errand from fetching new kit to receiving their post-match stresses.

See? We both know that this was always where you were meant to belong.

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Hello. I should probably address you as a Coach. The fact is that the courier just delivered me gift box with some kind of sports uniform inside. The name of your blog was on the box. What does it all mean? To be honest, I want to open this box more and more every minute and put it on, no matter what's in there… what should I do?

How interesting - perhaps someone read the starter park and thought of you. I must admit, being delivered a full bag of sports kit has always been a personal desire of mine.

You are a very lucky recipient, indeed!

Taking the box from the courier, you notice the logo brandished across the box - and the bag inside. The promotional flyer included within the assortment of items confirmed that the ‘Gymboy Starter Pack’ was a complimentary package for a gym that you had no memory of signing up to… despite them having your address.

“How did I forget that I gave all of this information away...?” you muttered under your breath as the pamphlet included your name, previous gym experience, aspirations and even your body measurements written down in great detail. The guide even included a timetable of classes, tailored to your work schedule and aspirations. As you felt the fabric of the gear in your hands, you caught yourself thinking that there really was no excuse not to try it on and go…

Even though you were dubious about how accurate the sizing would be as you felt the tight spandex hug your body you realised that the gear would stretch to fit better than you thought. The undershirt stretched across your back and then framed your chest like you’d never quite noticed. You pulled on the tights over your calves and felt the resistance as the waistband struggled against your large thighs - or was it your glutes? Last, you threw on the looser hoodie over the top, branded as a new inductee.

You checked the pamphlet once more - the next high-intensity induction class starts in 1 hour.. no time like the present!

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My sir is punishing me for not being a good muscle boy.

Is there anything you can do to help me?

Help? Perhaps. If I break this statement down piece by piece you might find the answer easier than you think. I find it easier to count backwards, 3… 2…. 1…

Boy - in this context, your Sir is confirming that you are not submissive enough to his demands. You need to work on understanding your place within the natural hierarchical structure of your relationship with Men. Your purpose is to be beneath them, your purpose is to repcect them, your purpose is to obey them.

Muscle - by not committing yourself to a life of controlled routines, you are destined for chaos and frustration. Food, supplements, sets and classes should all be your new pillars for rebuilding your body and mind. Let them guide you, willingly conform to them wholly and purposefully and you will find the rest of the world sink away.

Good - the final piece of the bridge that quite literally locks it all together. To achieve the other two, you need to go that extra mile, meet every target, achieve and accomplish the goals set out for you. With the right adjustments - and time to sink into your new… arrangement - anything is possible.

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I'm a cock locked sub who's been ordered to bulk up in the new year. Any tips, coach?

As the first month of the year comes to a rapid pause, it’s a good time to look back and have your first progress report.

Have you achieved your workout goal?

Have you itemised your daily food intake?

Have you optimised your schedule?

Hmm… I didn’t think so.

If you’re serious about your instructions, you will need a thorough re-induction session to help focus your mind further on the task at hand. Don’t forget, we have a special offer for new members and when combined with a strictly maintained food intake system of shakes, diet and exercise, results are very much guaranteed.

You’ll quickly discover that by obeying the structure of these routines will remove a wealth of distractions and bad habits you’ve fallen into… you may even find yourself struggling to stop yourself at times.

More calories and more weights bring more focus - it really is as simple as that: You’ve been ordered to bulk, and bulk you will.

Bigger, beefier, heavier, sweatier - you’ll keep chugging away at your goals as you’re locked-in for the total transformation. I hope you came prepared with a few extra outfits planned, those shorts won’t be fitting you for much longer..

Time for a progress report. Look at that - and it’s only just about to turn February. Your owner would be very proud of you.

You’ve started making so much much progress already — I wonder how you’ll be looking in March!

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[coachs-locker-room]

Hey Coach, I'm kinda a weird skinny theater nerd who's always been so uncoordinated, but my parents are always pressuring me to play sports. Do you think you could help me?

I'm sure that your parents had the best interests in pushing you to have a more well-rounded experience, but don't you agree a bit that you should experience everything that college has to offer?

You hated the very idea of being in here - but as the changing rooms for the theatre were under refurbishment you had no choice but to make use of the sports facilities to shower and change after your performance. It was late, dark - surely you would be entirely alone... right?

You surveyed the room - entirely empty, save for the music pounding away on the speakers. Everyone else must have gone home, you thought, as you undressed and placed your clothes on the bench closest to the enclosed showers and let the steam take away your thoughts...

During the shower, however, you started to tune out of your own thoughts and into the sound of the music.

1...2...3...4...

"Stupid jock stuff," you thought, as your feet involuntarily started tapping away to the pounding base "bet it's to help them lift weights because they can't even count..." you shrugged it off, your own smugness preventing your subconscious mind from telling you the truth...

Flex..2..3..4.. Flex..2..3..4.. Flex..2..3..4.. FLEX..2..3..4..

"I guess it doesn't have such a bad rhythm.." you thought, as you now began to feel yourself counting along with the beats and flexing to the instructions.

When you finally left the shower you felt the towel slap against your wide back as you continued to move and flex in time to the pounding beat. Maybe you weren't so uncoordinated as you thought - and should give team sports another shot - who knew that being a jock would be all about getting in coordination?

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[coachs-kit-bag]

Love your blog Coach. Would love to be a dumb jock on your team playing football.

Thanks for your kind words! Always happy to hear from people who enjoy the themes of this blog.

As the new year is coming up - now is your chance to grab some kit and see what a uniform change can do for you. While I've never been an American football player myself, the layers of tight spandex and padding have always been a bit more than an innocent interest.

There you go, kid. Just put on the helmet, listen to the voice of your Coach, and you'll be on the team in no time...

[kink-override]

I feel that I'm over worked and underpaid. My office job is very stressful. As one man, I can only take so much. I wish I could just be a carefree himbo.

I know first-hand exactly how you feel. Day in, and day out, being asked to complete the same meaningless tasks for little to no reward.

I could easily assist you in a total transformation to full himbo-status, but in the interim, your skillset would be much more useful in a freelance position. I've been meaning to get my accounts in check for a while now... you don’t mind travelling for work as long as you’re accommodated, right?

I bet that nothing feels as satisfying as - DING - ticking off your to-do list - DING - now that you only have to focus on - DING - one job at a time - DING - and when the work is done - DING - you can just close your screen - DING - relax - DING - switch your mind off - DING - open wide - DING - enjoy

Isn't this much better? A work/life balance that really suits on your new attitude to 'performance reviews' and 'asset maintenance'. Once you’ve checked off your to-do list for one client, you can happily find yourself the time to satisfy the needs of another.

I've set an invitation in your calendar for next week for an induction meeting for the other freelance members of the Gym. What Personal Trainers lack bookkeeping they make up for in pushing your stamina to the limit. I trust that’s enough motivation for you to ensure they’re accommodated well.

Make sure you don’t keep them waiting, they’re all very busy men with very heavy requirements and responsibilities that only you can can take care of.

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