To Continue The Reblog Series On Kinky Stuff I Am Into: Hypnotic Conditioning.

A life-altering experience

For @bigwishes

Male body tf. Jockification. Muscle tf. If someone would have a look at your browser history, they would know rather quickly what you were into. And I mean, everyone who reads this will probably have searched for the same things. You liked buff men. Dumb men. Buff dumb men. And, like most of us, you wanted to become one. A big buff dumb man. 

You were scrolling over Tumblr for the billionth time when you got a notification. It was from an app you didn’t know was on your phone; “YFFRIT”. You tried to delete it, but when you selected the application you could not find a way to get rid of the app. You accidentally opened the app, taking you to a screen with a white background. Words faded onto the screen. “Muscle”. “Testosterone”. “Dumb”. “Muscle”. “Testosterone”. “Dumb”.

Being almost hypnotized by the screen, your body started to expand. Your arms became more toned as muscle fibres grew and thickened. Your body fat melted away, revealing a chiseled six-pack. You grew a few inches, and a sudden calmness spread across your body. Your mind had become slower as if all the stimuli needed some extra time to process. 

The transformation finished. Your new body: it was just wow! It was strong and lean. You felt the testosterone pumping through your veins. Your mind was calm. Life was great. New words appeared on the screen. “Your first transformation is complete. Care for a change?” You pressed yes, and new words started to fade onto the screen: “Muscle”. “Testosterone”. “Musk”. “Muscle”. “Testosterone”. “Musk”.

These new words changed you even more! Your body began to emit this strong smell. Pungent, like a gym bag that hadn’t been washed for days. You felt sweat dripping down your body, forming a little puddle between your feet. A small layer of fat started to spread across your body, topping off your muscles with a bit of jiggle. A light beard appeared on your chin. You went from a generic muscle jock to something beefier. Something between a jock and a bear.

The words on your screen changed once more. “Muscle”. “Musk”. “Bear”. “Muscle”. “Musk”. “Bear”.  A thick pelt of hair covered your arms, legs, torso and back. This layer also started to stink, making your whole body a big smelly mess. The hairs on your face grew more coarse, and your muscles grew even bigger. What you thought were your abs grew exponentially. However, instead of 6 individual units, your belly started to expand like one big balloon. A giant muscle gut formed, the size of a skippy ball! You heard a grumbling sound, followed by the smelliest belch escaping your mouth. You had gone from a jock to a full-on muscle bear!

The magical app deleted itself, leaving you in this new, smelly, hairy reality.

Think they’d be fun in some circumstances

Reblog if you want  ‘Diaper Checks’ or ‘Stop, Drop, and Potty’ asks

*Make sure your anonymous asks are on* Diaper Checks: -Anyone can send one at any time -If you get an ask that says “Diaper check!” or similar, you must reblog with the status of your pants or diaper, no cheating and no exceptions. Alternatively, If you get an ask that says “Stop, Drop, and Potty” you must go to the bathroom in whatever you are wearing the moment you see the message, as you would with a CG.  This is harder than it sounds! Only for wearers up to the challenge and the embarassment!

I really am and do

thanks to League of Padding for this great pic and the “reblog if…” caption suggestion to go with it! you can submit your’s too, here.

If my hot friend would do this to me I'd be happy

Twitter: @SirBertram1    Feeling your best friends Doc Marten boot weighing heavy on your chest as you looked up at him staring down at you. “And you’re going to be chill and not embarrass me in front of them anymore right?,” you hear him say as he shakes his foot on your chest. Half smiling but coming off as serious you reassure him that you’ll be cool and not embarrass him. He look’s down at you and is satisfied with your answer. “Good… now kiss my boot,” he responds lifting his boot up off your chest and hovering it just over your face.  You lift your face up and give his Doc Marten several kisses. He lowers his foot back to the floor and smirks down at you saying,”Since you did embarrass me today, I think you need to be punished by the feet.”  This has been a game you both have fallen into since you’ve known him. Your best friend having a bit of an alpha complex toward you and seem’s to get satisfaction in seeing you squirm under his stinky feet. You would plead with him at first when he’d start making you his foot slave, resisting his feet when he’d trying covering you with them. But over time grew to like the feeling of being under his feet, being his unspoken foot slave when he wanted. Your friend obviously picking up on this but still liked the little resistance you gave when he’d try and consume your face with them. Now him sitting on his bed with one boot on your shoulders keeping you down, he slipped off his other boot and sock. You grunted, turning your face from it. He lowered his bare foot down, up righting your face, so his whole under foot rested on top of it. “My feet have been baking inside my Doc’s for most of the day so the smell should be pretty bad. Right? Say you like it.”  You grunt and move your face against his sole as you inhale the hot stink of his bare foot. He get’s his other boot and sock off, now smothering you with both of them, rubbing their odor over your nose as you take deep inhales. “Say you like it,” he repeats, now making you sniff under his toes. You suck in a deep sniff and wheeze out,”Yes, I like it foot master.” Your friend continues making you inhale his feet for several more minutes,  before having you lick between each of his toes and dragging his soles across your tongue. 

That would be fun!! I just wish there was a second part that Brian gets roomed with Jake and turned into his permanent baby

Gap Year

“Still, Mrs. Dean? But I’m 19 now,” Brian asked, frustration evident in his voice. He already knew the answer, but he had to ask.

“How long have you boys been friends now? I think you know by now that Tim’s situation isn’t going to be changing.” She fluffed out a large white diaper and laid it on the bed. “And neither are the rules.”

The diapers had grown larger over the years that Brian and Tim had been friends, but little else had changed, including the rule that both boys would be diapered for sleepovers. It had started as a way to make Tim feel better at their very first sleepover. Unfortunately for Brian, it had worked.

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