Disclaimer: Warning. This is my first
attempt at a proper hypnotic script. As such, be warned, you may enter trance
by reading what I am about to write. This script is namely designed for male
subjects, but I will try to include wording that will make it so women can
enjoy this, if they so desire. Please make sure you are sitting down and
properly situated, just in case. Avoid operating any heavy machinery or
driving, until the trance wears off. Hypnosis is not to be taken lightly, and I
advise you to be aware of that, before you read farther.
I am not responsible for your actions before, during, or after this session
ends. I am not certified as a hypnotist, so I have no idea whether this will
work or not. I am not, nor will I be a master or trainer to anyone. This is an
experiment and nothing more. I may try more scripts later, but again, please
refer to my previous statements. You all have been warned. Read at your own
risk.
Premise: You are arriving on the step of an old acquaintance from your
school days, after receiving an invitation from him to come to his manor and “stay
for a spell.” How could you refuse? The air is hot and muggy, when you arrive
at the door, and it’s almost as if you’re breathing water, rather than air. The
clouds are threatening torrential downpour at any moment as you knock on the
door. Finally, it opens to reveal the familiar face of your old schoolmate. He
hasn’t changed a bit.
Oh, hello there. Welcome to my home. I’ve been expecting you.
Please, please, come in. That humid air is so draining, isn’t it? All
those dim, heavy clouds drifting so slowly overhead. It’s almost like that heaviness is
contagious, isn’t it? How it just spreads into your muscles, making every step a
herculean effort. Why, even your eyes feel it, drooping lower and lower as you struggle to fight that weight, that building lethargy. And it just won’t go away, no matter
how hard you try.
No relief. No stopping. Still drooping. Still dropping.
Waiting for that moment where the clouds just … take a load off and let it all go.
Careful now! Why, you nearly fell flat on your
face. I hadn’t realized you were so tired. We should really take you some place
to lie down,
shouldn’t we? Oh, but of course we should. After all, you’ve had such a long
trip. Come. Come this way now. There we go. You can lean on me, if you need.
Just listen to my voice, try to stay focused, hmm? That’s right, just focus
on me. Focus on my voice. Focus as we travel down the hall. Down into the winding passages.
It’s a funny thing, really. This old house has been in the family for
generations, but the design is so … inefficient for the guests’ quarters.
They twist, you see, spinning round and round, over and over in that slow, gentle slope. Spinning and spinning, down and down. Why, it goes on for miles, or so I always
thought. I could always picture it so very clearly as a child. Can you picture it? All these rooms passing by. The doors and the
walls. The doors and the walls. One solid blank surface. All white. So plain,
so empty,
so … clear.
It’s almost like the doors aren’t even there, isn’t it? They just sort of … disappear
into the background, blending into that great, blank,
empty
white canvas. My family was nothing, if not cheap. But we make do with what we can.
Ah, and I see you’ve noticed the floor. Yes, it’s solid black marble, you know.
One of the most expensive parts of the construction, really. It always put just
the right accent on that spiral I
mentioned earlier. Do you remember it? Can you see it now? A black streak
amidst that empty, endless sea of white: spinning, echoing,
reverberating,
just like my voice is now.
Listen.
Can you hear the difference? Ah, but of course you can. Such a lovely, gentle
pace, clacking in perfect time as we walk along that black ribbon spinning
round and round in that sea of endless, blank white. You see now, why I always
liked to picture that spiral, don’t you? It’s just so easy to do it. So easy to follow that downward course in your head.
It’s almost like a game, so funny as you watch it spin and spin as we go deeper and deeper. Amusing, isn’t it?
Ah, I knew you’d like it. And once you’ve got it planted in your head, it’s so
hard to stop thinking about it. Believe me, I’ve tried. I’m sure you will, too,
but listen well, my friend. Trust me, when I say you won’t be able to. It’s far more entertaining than this dull, drabby view, anyways. Why on earth shouldn’t you keep
watching it, playing it over and over in your mind’s eye as our steady steps
spin it round and round,
spiraling deeper and deeper as we go lower and lower.
Ah, yes, that’s right. Now you’re really getting into the fun. I can tell by
that smile on your face, you know. And this is
fun, isn’t it, just listening
to me, hanging on my every word as you watch
that spiral spinning, always spinning, always drawing your gaze deeper
and deeper
in your mind’s eye. It feels so very good, doesn’t it? So very
right.
You don’t want it to stop.
I thought so. Don’t worry, it doesn’t have to. I’m right here, after all. Let’s
go a little deeper, shall we? Yes, let’s go deeper. And you do want
to go
deeper, don’t you? I mean, we can’t reach your room without it, can we?
We won’t reach your place, the place where you belong.
And you belong in the spiral. Deep, deep in that spiral. That is where your
place awaits you. That is where you are going, going deeper. Drawing closer
to your goal. And that fills you with even more pleasure as we descend so
slowly. Slower, like our pace. Slower, like the steady beat of your
heart. Slower, like those stray thoughts as the spiral takes up more
and more space in your mind. Ah, but that doesn’t matter now, does it? They’re
just a distraction, anyways, and you need to keep your focus. Focus
on me. Focus on the spiral. Focus as you listen and accept
whatever I say.
That’s right. You’ve been accepting so far, haven’t you? It’s good
to listen.
You like
to listen.
And the more you’ve listened, the more you’ve accepted what I have to say, and
found it to be good. So, of course, you should accept whatever I say, shouldn’t
you? Don’t bother thinking about it. I know how much you prefer that spiral,
and your thinking is just so very slow right now, isn’t it? It would take you
far too long to fumble for an answer, especially when that spiral keeps
distracting you, drawing you in. Better to just listen to my voice. Listen
and accept. Accept that what I say is truth. Accept that what
I say goes. After all, it is
my house. And in my house, it’s my rules, isn’t it? That’s how the saying goes.
So, naturally, what I say goes. You have to listen. You have to accept.
And that makes such perfect sense, doesn’t it? Of course, it does.
My house, my rules. And you have to obey my rules. And to know the
rules, you have to listen to me. You have to accept everything that I tell you
without question, incorporate it into your mind, into your very being. You must listen
to accept.
And you must accept to stay. And you do want to stay, don’t you? Stay just
like this, listening to my every word as you accept them all. And once
you accept,
then it’s just like a contract. You have to obey the rules, or else. And
I make the rules. I am the source of the rules. That means you have to listen
to what I have to say. You must accept the rules I give you. And
then you must obey those rules without question.
And the more you listen to those rules, the more you accept them, the more you
obey,
the easier it is to fall deeper into that spiral, to let it expand more and
more, filling you with such pleasure. Pleasure as you listen.
Pleasure as you accept my every word. Pleasure as you obey without question. Pleasure
as you obey me, obey my voice. And you will
obey, because I am the master of this house. I am the master of all
that resides herein, including the spiral that you can’t get out of your head,
the spiral that fills your mind, even now. That spiral is mine, and you belong
to the spiral, don’t you? You don’t want it to leave, so you must
belong to the spiral. And the deeper you fall into that spiral, the
more you belong to it. It’s okay, you know, to belong.
It’s okay to belong to the spiral.
It’s okay to belong to me.
Go ahead and repeat those for me right now.
…
Yes, that’s right. Good. Good. See? It was such an easy thing, wasn’t it, to accept
what I was saying, to accept my will? Of course it was,
because you’re a good listener. You
listen.
You accept.
You obey.
And repeat. You listen. You accept. You obey. Repeat. Listen.
Accept. Obey. And it runs in perfect time to that rigid rhythm that
even now taps so steadily through your ears. Step, step, step, step. One, two,
three, four. Listen. Accept. Obey. Repeat. You listen, accept, obey, repeat.
Listen.
Tell me what you do.
…
That is right. Good. Let those words and that rhythm drive the spiral, drive
you deeper.
Deeper
and deeper
into the spiral. Deeper and deeper into the depths. Deeper
and deeper
into my control. Because the spiral is in my house. I control this house. I
control the spiral. I control what the spiral controls. I
control you, and you obey.
Much better. Make sure to keep that rhythm running in your head. That is your
mantra. That is what drives you. Drives you deeper as you listen
to my voice and we descend into the depths, drawing closer and closer to your
door.
Ten
doors up. Getting lost in the rhythm. Descending so deeply into my manor, into
the spiral, into my control.
Nine.
Breathing so relaxed as that gentle pleasure washes over you from the spiral
and listening
to my voice. We’re getting so deep now, aren’t we? So very,
very deep.
Eight.
Just repeating that mantra over and over. It’s getting so easy now, isn’t it? It
feels so right, letting go, letting the mantra fill your head, your very
being, forcing all other thoughts to a snail’s crawl.
Seven.
I nearly missed that door, so bland, so blank, just like your mind, your
conscious thoughts, all fading into that white background, letting my
words color the world, define your spiral, define your thoughts.
And it feels so good, doesn’t it?
Six.
Gliding deeper and deeper into my voice, into the spiral, into trance. We’re
nearly halfway there now.
Five.
Focusing so heavily on my words, on
the spiral as it calls you, calls you to listen. Calls you to accept.
Calls you to obey. Calls you … to surrender.
Four.
Getting so much easier now. We’re drawing closer. Your will is draining
away, away into the spiral. Your will belongs to the spiral, and
the
spiral belongs to me. Your will belongs to me. You are giving
it to me.
Three.
Responding to my voice without question. No thinking, just doing, just obeying
as we journey to your place, the place where you will be completely in my
power, and you will be so glad, because that is where you belong.
Two.
So very close now. Close to utter, blissful thralldom. Because that’s what you’re
walking towards, what the spiral has been drawing you to all this time. Going
deeper and deeper into my control, into my service, only wanting to listen,
accept, and obey.
One door to go now. All
those bothersome thoughts just melting away and draining down that spiral. No
thoughts left now. I think for you. My thoughts are your thoughts, my will your
will, because that’s how it should be. Draining it all away, until there’s
nothing left.
Just my absolute control.
You are mine now. This is your absolute zero.
Zero original thoughts. Zero
questions.
Can you still hear me? Good. Come. Let me show you your place. You remember
what we talked about earlier, right? You accept anything I say. Well, let’s test
just how accepting you are. This is your room. You’ll note the country motif. I’ve
always rather enjoyed the idea of the countryside, the rich fresh air, the golden
sun reflecting on the wild grass, the calls of a herd of cattle out to pasture.
You can even see their barn far off in the distance there. It’s rather nice,
really, the way a herd is taken care of, guarded so jealously by its bulls.
Big bulls work hard to serve their herds. They do all in their power to remain
strong, dominant, virile, all to protect what they hold dear, what is precious
to them. Tell me, what is precious to you?
…
I see. So, that
means that I am precious to you, doesn’t it? Yes, I suppose I must be, since you’ve
given control over to me. You would do anything I say without question. If that’s
not dedication, I don’t know what is. Very good. For that, you deserve a reward,
and I always reward handsomely.
But, you know,
there’s another reason I painted these walls like this. Farms and pastures
sprawl out so nicely, and that’s what this place is for, you know. Every piece
of fitness equipment imaginable is here. A Treadmill, a butterfly press, a
rowing machine, a pullup bar, weight racks for dumbbells and barbells alike, tread
climbers, and so much more. It’s a veritable forest of fitness, sprawled out, just
like a pasture. And this is your place. This is where you belong, when you’re
not with me, here in this pasture, working out, growing stronger, growing
bigger, growing, growing, just like those bulls.
In fact, you’re
starting to feel it now, aren’t you? That urge to graze, to grow, to grow
through working out, working out for me. You need to be big, don’t you? Big as
a bull. Strong as a bull. Muscular. Powerful. Virile. And that
desire is planting deeper and deeper within you, taking root, taking form,
waiting to manifest.
Tell me how much you want this. Tell me how much you need this.
…
Good. When I snap my fingers, that desire will manifest into physical form. Your
muscles will expand. Your body will flood with power and testosterone. Your
voice will deepen, becoming thick and bovid. You will become taller, stronger,
a real muscle bull.
Feel the desire building, spreading throughout every cell of your body, every
molecule, quivering in anticipation, until it feels like your body will burst
trying to contain it. Yes, you feel it now, don’t you? Don’t worry, we just
need that to build a little bit.
Just a few more seconds. No need to fret. Just enjoy that sensation, feel that
longing, that desire, press against your muscles, waiting, just waiting to
burst forth with that manifestation. Waiting for you to graze. And your grazing
is working out. When you come to pasture, you come to work out. You come here to
come to pasture, because this is your place. This is your pasture.
Repeat what I just told you. Internalize it.
…
Good. Now, time to manifest, muscle bull.
*SNAP*
Even now, you feel it, the overriding pleasure as that pressure surges into
your muscles, seeping into every pore. You’re growing stronger. Your muscles are
expanding, increasing, swelling ever so slowly, and every second is sheer bliss
as your clothes get tighter and tighter. You can feel it, can’t you, that
perkiness in your pectorals, the way your chest is riding up against your shirt?
Your shoulders are broadening, expanding with your torso as your legs twitch
and pulse in time to your heart.
Breathing a little heavily, aren’t you? But that’s normal for a muscle bull
like you. So much mass to carry around. Your calves are already so defined, so
well carved as they burst out the seams of your pants. Your thighs and glutes
expanding in perfect time, leaving you with powerful, thick trunks of bone and
sinew that can run for hours and never tire, lift several times your own body
weight, and leave you looking incredibly attractive as you do it.
That pressure
has built around your feet, hasn’t it? Don’t worry, just a few more seconds and
… ah, there it is. Your feet have torn right through those useless shoes and
socks. Pop, pop. Rip, rip. And just like that, they’re gone. But you don’t care,
do you? After all, you’re a muscle bull. Muscle bulls like you only care about
growing bigger and stronger, keeping fit, and serving me. Why, tearing out of
old tight clothes simply brings you greater pleasure, doesn’t it, because it’s
a sign that you’re growing bigger, growing stronger, always growing, always
stronger. Stronger to serve. Stronger to protect.
You’re such a good muscle bull.
…
Yes, that is right. And because of that, I’m going to reward you with the next
stage in your change, muscle bull. You feel a great heat building in your
crotch, don’t you? It’s starting to feel a little tight. There’s pressure
there, and you may not realize just why. It may feel alien to you.
…
Ah, so you don’t
know what it is, after all, hmm? Well, of course, I’ll explain it to you. A
bull needs strength, vigor, energy. It is the same for a muscle bull. To
sustain such titanic growth and immense strength, one requires the equipment to
match. You feel it now, don’t you? Two masses dropping, hanging lower and lower
between your legs, thickening, swelling in a fleshy sack. As I said before, muscle
bull. A bull is male, and a bull’s
maleness is very prominent, indeed. It has to be to sustain all that muscle
mass. So, naturally, you need something similar to flood you with all that
testosterone flowing through your rapidly expanding veins.
Mmm … yes, you are coming along quite
nicely. I expect the other half of that equipment to grow to match. You know what
I mean. Don’t disappoint me, muscle bull. Be a man, muscle
bull. So heavy, so full, so … well endowed.
You feel it now,
don’t you? That warm, tingling pleasure, that itch that’s flowing out even now
from your swelling manhood. Feel it spread up your torso, carving through your
muscles, like a river through a canyon. Carving out two, four, six, eight
powerful, rock-hard abdominal muscles as they run into your swelling pectorals.
They’re so heavy, aren’t they? And they just keep swelling as that feeling of
testosterone and energy flows from your crotch into them, expanding them farther,
pumping them up into glorious slabs as hard and polished as granite.
You’re growing taller, you know. Stretching to match all the mass you’ve been putting
on. Six foot. Six foot one. Six foot two. Six foot three. Taller and taller.
Thicker and thicker. A muscle bull has to be able to defend what he holds dear,
after all. And size and intimidation are just as effective as brute force at
times. Sometimes even more so. Don’t you agree? Oh, but of course you do. After
all, my thoughts are your thoughts. You’re loving this, aren’t you?
…
I thought so. Good. Now keep going. Feel that river flowing, breaking off from
your pectorals into your arms and throat. They surge with your steady pumping
heartbeat. Pumping, pumping, pumping like weights. Such a steady rhythm. Pumping
as you flex for me. Good boy. And yes, whatever you may have been
before, you are most definitely a boy now. Why, just look how large your biceps
have grown. They’re so thick, so pumped. And that surging is spreading into
your triceps now, and then farther down into your hands as they grow and expand
with you, becoming a pair of titanic, crushing, meaty mitts. That doesn’t
exactly say femininity now, does it? Of course, it doesn’t.
Did you know there’s a special muscle group in the forearm called the flexors,
muscle bull? Isn’t that interesting? Perhaps that’s where the term flex
comes from. And you do so love to flex, don’t you, muscle bull. And as
you flex,
your forearms are growing to match your biceps and triceps so nicely. And they,
in turn swell to match your pectoral and trapezius muscles, which grow with
your shoulders and torso, which grows with your legs and swelling maleness pumping
out more and more testosterone to make you grow all the faster. All connected,
all tied together, tied, like you are to my voice. Tied to grow and swell
on command. To flex on command. To move on command. All on my command. And I am commanding it, muscle bull.
And now it reaches your throat. You know the only way to work those muscles is
to swallow, muscle bull. Now do it. Swallow for me.
…
Again.
…
Again.
Good muscle bull. You felt it, didn’t you, the way your vocal cords stretched,
the way your Adam’s apple bobbed, throbbing, just like your other muscles. Growing,
becoming more prominent as fat is replaced by thick, powerful muscle. Thickening,
just like your vocal cords. Growing thicker and longer, causing your voice to crack
as it begins to change.
Speak to me, muscle bull. Work those vocal cords.
…
That is right. Don’t be surprised by the cracking. It is not something to be
embarrassed over. Then again, perhaps that flush in your cheeks is something
else. I suppose you would know better than I in that regard, at least.
…
There, see? You sound deeper already. Getting deeper and lower
and slower
in speech as your vocal cords continue to stretch and expand. You feel it, don’t
you, that deep vibration carrying up from your powerful chest, sustained
by the might of your sculpted core pushing your diaphragm.
…
Good muscle bull. Muscle bulls talk in low, deep voices. It is good to speak in
the lower registers. Low and slow. Low and slow. Say, Muscle bulls speak low and slow.
…
Good. Now, repeat that phrase for me, until I tell you to stop. Listen to your
voice dropping, shifting, changing with every repetition, even as you follow my
words. It’s getting deeper and deeper. Lower and slower. And that’s because…?
…
Yes, that’s right. Muscle bulls speak low and slow. So very low now, so very deep,
smooth, bovid. And that’s because you are a muscle bull. You are my
muscle bull with such a thick, powerful neck anchoring those jaws of
yours, pulling, straining, molding.
Repeat that phrase three more times for me. I won’t continue, until you do, and
neither will you. And you want to continue, don’t you? That’s right. So, go
ahead. Do it. Good muscle bull.
…
Excellent. Now, about what I was saying before about molding. You see, a bull
has a thick, blocky muzzle, doesn’t he? So, it stands to reason that a muscle
bull has to have a thick, blocky jaw, a beautiful square, masculine jaw that
accentuates the toughness that the rest of your body portrays. And you can feel
it happening now, can’t you? Your jaw is working on its own, clenching,
unclenching with your muscles as the muscles massage and work on the bone,
until you reach that ideal block-like shape, only the barest hints of curves.
And that river is still running, isn’t it? Flowing up and into your head, into
your brow, massaging it, eroding stray thoughts as the pressure builds, pushing
gently, pleasantly, to thrust your brow out, making a perfect shadow to augment
any glares you send towards those that would seek to harm what you hold dear.
Good muscle bull. Now your metamorphosis is complete. And you’re so glad, so
grateful for it, aren’t you? Ah, but I see you eyeing those machines. I will
release you soon, muscle bull, but first, I have a command for you, a test, if
you will.
After we finish our little discussion, I am going to snap my fingers, just like
before, with a loud *SNAP*. When I snap them, you are going to leave a comment,
just a simple phrase. Are you ready for it?
You will say: I am a good muscle bull. Moo.
And you will submit that comment to me.
Then, if you sincerely enjoyed our little session, not because of me or what I
said, but because you, as a person, enjoyed it, you will like the submission and
re-blog it with the words: I am a good muscle bull. I obey.
You may add any other comments you wish, after you come out of trance by
editing the reblog.
Now, listen
closely, because this next part is very important. When you wake, I
will not be your master anymore. You will have complete control of yourself
and retain
your free will. At most, the only lingering side effect will be an
increased desire to work out and build muscle, and that will only be if you
want it to be so. You will not be impacted negatively in any way from this experience.
You will not be dumber, and you will not become subservient to me. You will
return to the way you were before you started this journey, save for that
lingering after effect, should you so desire it.
Good. You understand? Tell me if you understand these instructions.
…
All right. I am trusting you will follow them. Now, time to wake up.
…
…
…
*SNAP*
I am a good muscle bull. I obey.
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