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hypnodumpster · 4 days ago

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Finn pressed his face against the window, watching Rod, his homophobic neighbour, push the lawnmower. Each pass across the lawn sent vibrations through Rod’s body, muscles rippling under his skin. Finn felt a pang of guilt for being so drawn to someone who made his life a living hell with slurs and sneers. Still, he couldn’t help but look.

Rod stopped the mower and wiped the sweat from his brow. That’s when Finn noticed something on the ground behind Rod shift unnaturally. Something dark and slithering emerged, snakelike, glistening under the sunlight. Before Finn could react, the creature darted towards Rod, disappearing into his pants. Rod’s body stiffened, his eyes widening in shock.

Without thinking, Finn sprinted out of his house. “Rod! Are you ok?” he shouted, closing the distance.

Rod’s body convulsed violently, his back arching as guttural sounds escaped his throat. His movements turned almost fluid, a puppet on strings pulled by an invisible hand. The creature was inside him, and Rod was no longer in control.

Finn reached him, breathless, just as Rod’s body jerked one last time and went still. Rod turned, his expression vacant, and a cold, robotic voice escaped from his lips. “No one was supposed to see this.”

Finn swallowed hard, his fear palpable, but he forced himself to stay calm. “What are you?” he demanded, his voice shaky.

The alien, controlling Rod’s body, tilted its head. “We are visitors. Integration was to be undetected.”

“You’re not doing a great job at it,” Finn said, his voice gaining strength. “If you want to blend in, you’ll need help. Human help.”

The alien regarded him through Rod’s eyes, calculating. “You offer assistance?”

Finn nodded, his mind racing. “Yes, I can help you understand human behavior. But you have to promise not to hurt me.”

Rod’s face twisted into a semblance of a smile, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “Agreement acknowledged. Assistance will be accepted.”

Finn extended his hand, his heart pounding. “We start with names. I’m Finn.”

Rod’s hand, now alien-controlled, gripped his. “Designation remains Rod.”

“Alright, Rod,” Finn said, looking into those familiar eyes now filled with something entirely other. He asked “Do you have an access to his brain?”

The alien’s robotic tone shifted, eyes closing as it accessed Rod’s brain. Finn watched, caught between fear and fascination. Rod’s body jerked, eyes snapping open, filled with their usual, aggressive glint.

“What the fuck are you doing, staring at my cock, you little perverted bitch?” Rod snarled, voice thick with hatred.

Finn’s heart pounded. This was the Rod he knew—hated, feared, and yet, couldn’t help but desire. “I—I wasn’t—” he stammered, retreating a step.

The alien, sensing Finn’s terror, spoke through Rod, still harsh. “Do not fear. No harm will come to you.”

Finn’s breath hitched, the surreal situation making his head spin. “Can you keep acting like this?” he blurted out, pulse racing. “I—I find it hot.”

Rod’s face twisted in confusion, his own consciousness struggling with the alien’s influence. “Hot? You’re one sick fuck, you know that?”

Finn felt a shiver run down his spine. “Yeah, maybe I am. But if you’re going to be in his body, you might as well make it believable.”

The alien processed this, Rod’s expression thoughtful. “Maintaining previous behaviors will aid integration,” it concluded. “Understood.”

Rod’s eyes locked onto Finn’s, his sneer vicious. “You’re a fucking sicko, staring at me like that,” he spat, voice laced with disdain, yet undercut by curiosity.

Finn swallowed hard, the line between fear and excitement blurring. “Then make me pay for it,” he challenged, heart thundering.

Rod’s lip curled into a cruel smile, eyes flickering with the alien’s calm. “You’re gonna regret that, you perverted piece of shit,” he growled, stepping closer.

Finn’s pulse raced as he stood his ground, his mind a whirlwind of adrenaline and desire. This was Rod, his homophobic, bigoted neighbor—controlled by an alien, yet somehow still so damn enticing. “Show me,” he whispered, voice trembling.

Rod’s body moved with a predatory grace, the alien’s influence clear in the fluidity of his actions. “You fucking asked for it,” he said, voice a low, menacing rumble.

Rod’s hand gripped Finn’s shoulder roughly, making him gasp. “You like this, don’t you, you sick fuck? Getting off on being treated like dirt?”

Finn nodded, breathless, the thrill of danger intoxicating. “Yes.”

Rod’s sneer deepened, filled with vulgar aggression. “You’re a pathetic little slut, you know that? Staring at my dick like a desperate whore.”

Finn’s heart hammered in his chest. “Yeah, I am,” he admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

“Then get ready,” Rod growled, pulling him closer as he pulled out a cigar from his pocket. “Because you’re about to find out what it means to be a real perverted bitch.”

Rod’s eyes bore into Finn’s, a mix of the alien’s control and his own vicious nature. It was a dangerous game, but Finn was too far gone to care. He knew he was playing with fire, but he couldn’t stop himself. The alien’s control, Rod’s aggression—it was a heady mix that left him breathless and wanting more.

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hypnodumpster · 4 days ago

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Confidence is the Key

I've been watching him the whole day from a distance, here in the gym. Something about how his boyish look looks so insane in contrast to his huge, muscular body. Every time I hear him grunt or groan from doing a set of his workouts, I feel my heart pounding in my chest and my dick throbbing inside my sweatpants. If anyone would be my first subject, this guy is the best subject right here in the gym.

I maintain my distance from him, careful not to give him any reason to be suspicious of my presence. Anxiety, stress, and fear slows down the effect of my gift. Good thing that people tend to feel energized and pumped up after a good workout. So I bid my time, do some time with the treadmill and the Jacob's ladder step machine while keeping tabs on my target. After 2 hours of pushing his body to its limits, my man throws in the towel over his shoulder, high-fives his spotter, and goes into the locker room.

I give him a few minutes before I follow him into the locker as to not be suspicious. There are only a few men at the gym today so it's not hard for me to figure that my man is inside the stall where the shower is running. I place my hand over my crotch to hide my raging boner poking a hole through my sweatpants. If someone sees a short, skinny, and lightweight man like me, hanging around the locker room with a raging boner, people might figure out what I'm up to. But who am I kidding? Magic has become part of pop culture and people treat it as a fantasy rather than a lost art.

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard my man opening the stall door and coming out from his cold shower with only a towel wrapped around his waist. He hums a popular song about meeting up in an apartment as he light bangs his head in tune and walks past me. My man didn't even give a dime about how I looked at him as he got out of the shower until he reached his locker. As he casually puts his underwear, I slowly walk up behind him and extend my hand until I'm touching his muscular back.

Before my man can react, I shoot out my newly weaved spell into his spine. His whole body froze up as he dropped his underwear that he was holding. His arms fall to his side as I can feel him tensing his body, struggling to fight off the invading threads of my spell spreading its influence and control all over his body. I wait for a couple of minutes before removing my hand from his back. My man's posture adjusts as he slowly turns at me with a confused and angry look on his face.

If my formula is correct, my spell should be able to piggyback on the subject's confidence and pride to bring out their innate need for approval and validation of their magnificent self. My spell will then increase their agreeableness ten folds and direct it towards me. Every compliment I give will make them feel so good since they will genuinely believe me and slowly make them feel the constant need for my recognition. Before he could say anything, I introduced myself to my man, and gave him his first test.

"We're cool, you like it when I touch you like that. In fact, you want to show off in front of me so that I'll touch your body even more." I calmly say to my man as he raises his left eye brow and pouts his lips just a little.

"Oh yeah, so how do you feel about this? Want to touch these guns?" He jokingly says as he raises both of his arms in front of me and mimics some bodybuilder poses that he knows will accentuate the triceps and biceps that he worked so hard for.

"Aren't they beautiful? You can touch them if you like, I won't mind." My man invites me as he gives me a sultry look while pouting his lips seductively.

He looks so proud of himself right now, a good indicator that my spell is working as intended. I proceed to get closer to my man as I start touching his bulging arms, making him sigh proudly as I caress every curvature and depression of his arms like a piece of sculpted art. I look at my man's eyes as he stares confidently back at me.

"Tell me your full name, age, ethnicity, height, weight, foot size, sexual orientation, current romantic relationship, hobbies, and sports you play." I calmly ask my man as he chuckles at my sudden requests, enjoying the attention as I explore his torso nest.

"Name's Brad Thomas Thompson, but most people call me Big Brad. I'm 25 years old, Causasian. I stand at 6'8" and weigh around 260 pounds, mostly muscle. My shoe size is 14, if you were wondering," Brad says with a wink while his large hand finds your ass, giving it a firm squeeze as he continues.

"Sexually, I've always identified as straight, fucked a bunch of sluts, but not planning to be tied down for now. As for hobbies, I love football, working out, and... well, Football!" Brad finishes with a big grin on his face as I continue to let my hands wander all over his pillowy, meaty pecs.

"Oh, I'm also 25! I'm Cleto, by the way. Nice to meet you, Big Brad. You look so handsome and manly up close. And gosh, you smell so musky even after a shower. Such a man." I purr as I plan to stoke his ego even more, giving my spell inside his body a boost as it piggybacks on his confidence and pride.

"Oh Cleto... I'm a man, alright. I don't usually talk like this to fags like you, but damn twink, you just know how to catch my attention." Brad's grin grows widely as he towers over me, places his right hand on my shoulder, and flexes his left arm to let me get a whiff of his musk.

I just smirk back at Brad. The first part of my spell is a success. The subject's usual inhibitions and reservations crumbles as my spell skyrockets their confidence to an insane degree, one where they will do anything that feels right in the moment without thinking too much about. Now that's done, let's see if Big Brad here will pass his second and last test.

"it's been nice talking to you, Big Brad. See you again some time." I just said my goodbye as I turned around and walked away.

I walk to my locker and gather my things as I can feel Big Brad doing the same. He would occasionally sneak a peak at me before he continues packing up with a smile. As I walk out of the locker and out of the gym. I can feel the presence of my spell close by, knowing that Big Brad is still checking me out. I get into my car and let out a sigh, smiling as this will be the hardest part of the test. I just hope that it will be as rewarding as I hoped it would be.

For the next few days, whenever I go to the gym, I would see Big Brad pumping the heaviest weight he can manage and letting out loud groans as he works out. I will just focus on doing my stretches and cardio since my goal is to stay slim and not build up heavy muscles. I like being petite so cardio will be fine. While doing my workouts, Big Brad will occasionally walk up to me, talk to me about how he's pushing his body to its limits, and how pumped up he was that day. I would smile and compliment him all the time, as we walked into the locker room and got changed.

After two weeks of repeated cycles, I notice that Big Brad is acting so differently today. The moment I walk into the gym, I just see him standing there at the front desk. I notice him fiddling with his wavy hair, checking his face on his phone, and even smelling his breath for some reason. I flash a smile on my face as I walk up to the front desk to sign in.

"Hey, Big Brad! Are you working for the gym now?" I ask as I write on the sign in form.

"Nah, just manning the fort while Jeeves take a leak. In for your daily cardio?" He asks as he immediately hovers in front of me while I write down my details.

"Yeah! I easily gain weight when I'm not moving around." I causally reply as I look up and see him brightly smiling at me.

"Oh yeah? I know a lot of weight loss exercises that you can do to lose weight and build mass at the same time." Brad offers, with a smirk plastered on his face.

"I like being petite, so I have to pass." I said as I walked away from the front desk and headed to the locker room to put my bag.

As I finish putting in my stuff, I pull out my Bluetooth headphones and start playing my favorite workout tunes. I check my phone for any notification before I lock my locker and turn around. I suddenly bumped into Brad as I didn't notice him standing behind me. He reached out to my headphones and yanked it off my ears. He's staring at me with a darkened gaze and with a smug smirk.

"Didn't know you're into harassing weaker men, Big Brad. I guess I just thought better from you." I chuckle, trying to dismiss his sudden assertiveness.

"Yeah, not harassing, more like taking what I deserve. You didn't even notice my haircut, Cleto. I was hurt you didn't compliment me. I thought that you of all people would notice if I change my hair since you see me everyday. I believe you owe me." Brad says, his voice deep and dripping with something else while his eyes are expecting.

I look around the locker room and it seems that Brad and I are alone. I just realized that I haven't seen anyone working out when I walked in. I look up to Brad as I fake a nervous laugh.

"Oh, right! Your hair looks a little different than usual, Big Brad. It looks good on you. Say, where's everyone, by the way?" I ask as I feel Brad getting closer to me.

"Jeeves wants to close the gym early because he has a party to go to. I asked him if I could stay for a little while since you haven't arrived yet. I know you always arrive at the same time so I said to Jeeves that I can hold the fort just until you come in. He actually teased me that I'm smitten, you know? I've never been like this with anyone else." Brad explains as he slowly inches closer to me, until he's so close that I can feel the heat coming out of his body. His eyes are looking down at me, hungry and expecting.

"Big Brad, are you saying that you like me?"

"Don't be naive, Cleto. I know what you're doing these past couple of days. I know you like me, and I mean, who wouldn't. It might have taken me this long to consider the possibility of being with a gay twink like you. Take it as a favor from me that I'm actually talking to you right now, alone, and I waited for you to come in." Brad placed his huge, calloused hand in my shoulder as he forced me to sit down on the beach behind me.

I smile at Brad. He just passed my second test. Since confidence is already high enough, he's willing to do anything he feels like doing at the moment. Right now, he craves my approval and willingly stays in the gym until I come in. But after everything didn't play out as he planned, he tossed aside his ego and talked to me, thinking that he could get my approval by approaching me like this. Now's the time to turn this around to my advantage.

"Well, it's true that I like you, Big Brad. But I don't think you're right for me. I don't think I'll be a great partner for you. Again, I appreciate your effort and gesture, but I have to reject your advances." I plainly say to Brad, which made his lips twitch and his eyebrow squint.

"Cleto, I don't think you understand what I'm offering here. You will be MY boyfriend. Look at me. Do you think I casually offer myself to any faggot beside you? I'm the whole package, baby, who wouldn't want to be with me?" Brad confidently states as he places his foot on the beach, trying to intimidate me.

"Well, apparently me. Look, Big Brad. You're a great guy. Like I said when I first saw you, you're so manly and handsome. Those are great attributes for a man to have. You can be with anyone who likes those types. But for me, I think my presence in your life will give you nothing new. You offer everything on the table and I don't have anything else to give in return." I look into Brad's eyes as I can see his confusion.

"What are you talking about? You like me, you should be over the moon that I'm being this close to you." Brad scoffs at my words.

"Well, I understand you're confused, Big Brad. What I'm saying is that, you're offering yourself to be my boyfriend, but what can I offer to you in return? You have everything you need with yourself. You don't need me after all."

Brad appears to be clearly taken by my question that he starts questioning his actions. My spells inside him body allowed me to hear his conflicting thoughts. Why does he like me? What do I have that makes him want me? What is so special about a short, weak twink like me? What compels him throw himself like this to a lowly faggot when he knows he's straight? In a flash, my spell inside his mind and body works its use and starts realigning his thoughts. Brad's mouth opens without him realizing it.

"You know how to make me feel good just by talking to me. I can push with my workouts so hard because I know you'll like my body. I want to look good for you. I want... I want to be good for you." Brad finds himself saying as his eyes widen and his breath hitches.

I smile as my spell completes its purpose. I slowly walk up to Brad as I look straight into his eyes. I reach up to touch his handsome face as he finds his head tilting sideways and rubbing on my palm. His eyes tell me that he has no idea what's happening right now, but he feels so good after saying all of that.

"I see. I think I get it now, Big Brad. You want to be mine, yes? You want to be my good boy." I softly say, the effect on Brad instantly becomes evident.

I see his Adam's apple going up and down as he swallows his spits. He exhales as the air coming out of his mouth vibrates intensely. His eyes are already telling me what I need to know. His head slowly nods as he closes his eyes and starts rubbing his face against my palm harder. I can feel his whole body trembling from the need that now becomes obviously hard to ignore.

"Very well, close the gym before we go. You have a car, right? Let's meet in the parking lot." I purr as I slowly walk away from Brad and let him do what he needs to do.

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I view confidence as the driving force in humans. The feeling that pushes them forward and lets them accomplish almost everything. Pride, on the other hand, is how a person sees himself. The idea of who he is, how he thinks, how he acts, and how he interacts. My spell uses these two human concepts and floods the subject's mind and body with it until they snap. Once they do, my spell will override these concepts and replace them with one single thought, me.

It's a slow burn but the result is absolutely amazing. I turn my head to my right as I place my hand on his thigh. I can feel his magnificent body tensing as I glide my palm up to his thigh. I smirk as I give him a firm squeeze while he grunts in response.

"You're so manly and handsome, Brad. I love having a good boy like you around." I softly say as I see a smile forming on his face.

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