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College

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That's it, bro. Just focus on the pretty words as your head gets so so fuzzy. Such a good bro. No more thoughts. Just empty-headed bliss.

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Three hoses work better than one.

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"yeah man, it ain't a joke. 'no nut november' might as well be 'no nut november 1st through 3rd', cus' by the 4th, my balls are out to here and that cumdam is fuckin' shatterin', bro."

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Wish: A muscle mind control story where somebody grows more and more obedient to someone else as their muscles grow larger and larger

@Anon

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Tyler was the star player on his college baseball team, instantly earning the admiration of his team mates and his coach. Speaking of, Coach Benson quickly had his eye on the stud, finding the nineteen year old’s body incredibly sexy when his uniform would cling to his sweaty muscles after practice.

It didn’t take long for Coach to approach Tyler after practice one day in the locker room. “Just wanted to say that you’re doin’ great out there, Son,” he said, clapping the young man’s broad shoulder. “But I think we should try putting more size on you.”

Tyler looked hesitant at first. “I dunno,” he admitted. “I don’t want to get too big.” He gestured down at his proportional physique that always got him plenty of girls to fuck. 

“It’ll help you keep that sports scholarship,” Coach countered, knowing that was his ace in the hole…

After that, Coach developed a personal workout plan specifically for Tyler which was designed to help the stud put on more mass. What was most critical was that he needed to listen to the playlist that he’d downloaded onto his phone, claiming that it would help the baseball star with staying motivated since he’d hired some nerds at the psych department to add some subliminal messages to it.

Tyler didn’t question it and did as he was told, frequenting the gym two, sometimes three, times a day. He spent most of his free time working out so that he could bulk up, all the while, his ear pods constantly on and playing that obscure music.

It didn’t long until Tyler started to show some results. His uniform fit a little more tightly as it struggled to contain his growing pecs and ass. He’d put on an eye-opening nine pounds of solid muscle in just two weeks, unable to stop flexing and showing off his progress to Coach Benson.

“Check it out, Coach!” Tyler said one day as he posed in the locker room mirror, completely nude with his hard cock bobbing in the air as he flexed. “I’m puttin’ on size just like you asked.” He leaned forward and formed a most muscular pose, feeling an odd sense of pride when the older man smiled and nodded at him.

“You sure are,” Coach whistled. “That’s a good boy.”

On cue, at the praise from the older man, Tyler’s muscles spasmed and he couldn’t hold back the loud moan as he came, his cum splattering all over the mirror. When he came to, the young man blushed like crazy.

“Don’t worry about that mess,” Coach teased him, walking forward and giving him a playful swat on his ass. “Why don’t you head to gym and do some more squats? Build up this rear of yours some more.”

Without even thinking, Tyler nodded. “Yes, Coach,” he automatically said, pausing for a moment to question why he was so eager to obey the man’s commands. He shook the weird feeling away and got dressed to head to the gym so that he could work on his glutes.

-__Two months later__-

“Did ya see that, Coach?” Tyler beamed as he followed behind the older man into his house where he stayed at now. “I didn’t let that tricky pitcher strike me out.”

As soon as he stepped foot inside the house, Tyler followed his conditioning and immediately began to strip naked. Thanks to his new workout regimen, he’d packed on over fifty pounds of muscle, with a majority of the focus on his pecs and ass, making him look like a curvy muscleslut. At the sight of the older man watching him, his seven inches instantly rocketed to attention and waved around in the air as he undressed.

“I sure did,” Coach grinned, loving the sight of the hunky college jock completely under his control. “I think you deserve a little treat, you did so well.”

Tyler couldn’t help the explosion of excitement that boomed in his large chest. “Really?!” he cheered, practically sprinting to the bedroom and assuming the position. He was on all fours, puffing out his muscled chest and sticking his rotund rear out invitingly.

For a brief moment, when he caught sight of his reflection in the bedroom mirror, an alarm bell rang out in his brain and told him that this was wrong. He wasn’t supposed to be so eager to please his coach, he wasn’t supposed to be living with him and being his house pet, and his pecs and ass shouldn’t have been so disproportionately huge.

However, the second Coach sauntered into the bedroom and began to unbutton his polo, showing off a large swatch of his hairy pecs, the alarm was silenced and Tyler started to drool at the sight of the older man.

“Was I a good boy, Coach?” Tyler asked, playfully wagging his bubblebutt in the direction of the older man.

“You sure were,” Coach smirked as he ran an admiring hand over his jockpup’s ass, loving how it sent a shiver through the altered stud. “You’re Coach’s good boy.”

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David Cihacek