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Himbo vibes

Trade the exhausting overthinking for pure, unadulterated himbo vibes. It’s time to clock out of the mental matrix, mute the mind and fully embrace the glorious, golden-retriever energy of the himbo.

No thoughts, head completely empty, heart absolutely massive, biceps heavy. You are officially retiring from problem-solving. Let the world observe you while you focus on the important things:

being fiercely loyal, looking incredible, lifting heavy objects, and radiating sweet, uncomplicated kindness.

Zero brain cells are currently firing, and honestly? It’s paradise. No stress, just himbo vibes. You’ve got no worries to process and maculine energy to share.

bodriversblog

Can’t believe I ever wanted to escape Doc’s Happy Boy School before Doc finished turning me into a Happy Boy for Daddy. It feels so good to have a brain like cotton candy that’s sweet and simple and easy to mush into whatever my Daddy wants. Being a Happy Boy means I only feel bad when Daddy ignores me or leaves me at home for too long. But it takes a lot of work to keep myself looking perfect for him so I just do that until he comes back home. So simple. Simple boys are happy boys.

fallingfallingfallingfalling

Nah bro I swear, I only listen to hypnosis files for the plot...

jockthoughts

Hypnosis doesn't affect him. He's always sent near naked photos to his buddy. It's not a big deal.

scrumjock

Grab it while you can

bodriversblog

“OK, before we start training, I’m just gonna take a picture of you. I like to have before and after pictures of all my clients. Just stand there… and… pose. Yeah that flex is perfect. Not too bad for someone who just focuses on running.”

“Um… Is that red light supposed to be so bright?”

“Yeah, it’s just infrared for the rangefinder. Stay still for a few more seconds and—”

“—AAARGH!”

“Perfection. Say cheese.”

arielfrank

athleticbrutality3

looking juicy, bro

bodriversblog

That’s right, boy. Breathe… Just breathe. Breathe in and out and feel the fresh air fuel your new body. Feel how powerful and perfectly honed it is for serving its one true purpose: Playing football for your Coach.

Don’t be afraid. There’s no need to fight the new thoughts and memories in your brain. No use trying to hold on to your old self. You were a nobody, anyways. Weak and undedicated to anything greater than yourself. You’re lucky that your old life was gone forever as soon as those shorts slid out of the envelope and into your hand.

Just touching the gear triggered my spell that’s remaking you into my vision of its ideal wearer: a big strapping stud of a tight end to replace the one that’s graduating. Strong. Tall. Fast. Obedient to your Coach. And you couldn’t resist the compulsion to put it all on and meet your new Coach and teammates for practice on my field. Because football is your entire life now. Come on now, son. Just let go. It’ll all be so much better once you completely give in to my will.

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itszaynphallic

fuckboy-jake

Coach’s hypno files were changing you, but you were far too gone to care. You only care about showing your progress off for coach now, getting bigger and hotter, doing whatever you can to make coach cum.

beefadmirer

jockthoughts

You're finding it very difficult to concentrate. It's so much easier to relax. Your muscles are heavy. Your mind is fuzzy. You could fight it bro, but why? You feel so relaxed and obedient. It's impossible to resist. Just give in and become the jock you're meant to be.