#dumb himbo hypnosis

[jockdumboy]

new himbo hypno on youtube! tysm to max for sending me n finding it! https://youtu.be/bYTpdQhHDQM?si=GfZgy7TVqOf2GZ

[jockbroski34]

The Bro Cap

Biology was my favorite class this semester.  Not only did I find science to be interesting, but I also shared the class with one of the hottest guys in the school: Aaron Moore.  He was the star of the school’s baseball team as a pitcher and he was the talk of the school.  Girls were always swooning over him for how tall and handsome and athletic he was.  He was good at every sport; football, basketball, and so on, but in school, he played baseball.  He was a major source of envy for a lot of guys.  A lot of guys wished they could be him.  I, however, wanted to be with him.  Fortunately, I sit behind him in class, so I get the best view of him, despite being from behind.  At least it meant he wouldn’t see me watching him.

I often found myself getting distracted by him.  Even if I couldn’t see his face, I could see his broad shoulders, which were built like mountains, as well as his arms which were shaped like mounds of muscle.  His tall stature sometimes made it hard to look at the board, not that it was the main place my eyes were looking at in the first place.  His favorite baseball hat, adorned with our school team’s logo on it, was worn backwards like most of the jocks at the school.  He didn’t come off like the rest of them though.  His relaxed vibe made him easy to talk to and he could be quite funny compared to the rest of the meathead jocks.  He got along with everyone really well, making him very well-liked.  Although he was far from the smartest guy in the class, I could tell that he tried.  It was no wonder why he was so popular.

Today, I was daydreaming when I was disrupted by our teacher, Mr. Martin.  I felt him stare directly at me, almost as if he knew I wasn’t paying attention.  It was like he could read my every thought, and honestly, if that were true, that’d be extremely humiliating.  The last thing I needed was for my crush on Aaron to be exposed to the rest of the class.  Knowing how embarrassing he could be, I wouldn’t put it past him.  He asked me a question, and I thankfully already knew the answer, as I awakened from my daydream.

“Correct!  I wasn’t sure if you were paying attention or not,” he chuckled.  “You always look like you’re off in your own little world.  But you still manage to do well.  You gotta tell the rest of your class your secret.”  Looks like someone has caught on to my tendencies.  Mr. Martin was a middle-aged guy, probably in his 30s.  He looked good for his age, and was a pretty relaxed and carefree teacher.

The class went by as usual, and eventually we were dismissed.  All of the other students dispersed, but I needed to ask our professor a question about the homework.  He helped clarify things for me thankfully.  I was about to leave, but then he pointed out something on the ground.

“Hey Aiden, doesn’t Aaron sit in front of you?  That’s his hat, right?”  he asked.

“Yeah, I always see him wear it.”  It was unusual for him to have left it here by accident.

“Do you know if you can bring it to him today?  If not, I can keep it here until next class.”

“I’ll hold onto it until I see him next.  I have a feeling I’ll run into him later.”  I don’t know why I said that.  We don’t have any other classes together and we certainly aren’t close enough to be friends, even if I wished we were.  I’m also not on the baseball team.  Either way, my professor smiled for helping him out.

Regardless, I grabbed Aaron’s hat, but instead of chasing after him, I realized I really needed to go to the bathroom.  He was probably long gone anyways.  After I went, I noticed that I was still holding onto his hat.  I went to observe it and I noticed that it smelled a little like him, with a mix of sweat from wearing it all day and whatever shampoo he used.  I knew I shouldn’t, but I felt a sudden urge to put Aaron’s hat on.  Despite the fact that I would feel really embarrassed if someone saw me wearing it, I knew I would likely never get this opportunity again.  I was completely alone, so it’s not like there’s anything wrong with it.  It wasn’t just any hat, it was Aaron’s.  It’s not like he had lice or anything.  What’s the worst that could happen?

And so I put it on, wearing it backwards like he would.  Strangely, for a few seconds, I felt as though time had completely stopped.  The leaky sink faucet paused its rhythmic dripping.  The stomping of feet in the hallway deafened.  My watch skipped a tick.  But as time seemed to return to its natural course, I was able to see how I looked.  I had to admit, I looked really good in it.  I wouldn’t call myself an unattractive guy, but Aaron was way out of my league.  Despite that, a smirk appeared on my face.  A wave of confidence washed over me, almost like a little bit of Aaron had rubbed off on me.  Suddenly, I didn’t really feel like taking it off anymore.  I wasn’t too worried about what would happen if Aaron or one of his friends saw me wearing it.

After admiring myself in the mirror for a few minutes, I realized that I was late to my next class, algebra.  I had no idea I had spent so much time checking myself out.  I must’ve lost track of time.  As I walked to my seat, I felt like all eyes were on me for some reason.  I never used to make much of an impression on most people.  I was quiet and had only a couple friends.  Normally, I would’ve felt a little anxious with so many people staring at me, but I didn’t really give a shit now.

“Late as always, aren’t we Aiden?”  the teacher remarked.  Very funny.  I always showed up on time.  I sat down in my seat, but it didn’t feel right.  My body squeezed tight into the desk.  I felt like I was sitting in a chair meant for a middle schooler.  Weird.  Something weird is going on, but I can’t figure out what it is.

The class was just as weird because I felt like my classmates were a little more talkative.  I couldn’t focus during class due to being distracted by someone whispering.  I still felt a couple of their eyes on me.  I looked over and made brief eye contact with one of the girls on the far side of the room.  She immediately looked away and giggled towards one of her friends.  Her cheeks turned a deep crimson, the color of passion.  She was cute, but definitely out of my league.  I wasn’t straight either way, so I didn’t care if she was into me.

Normally, I was good at math, even if I didn’t like it, but I felt myself struggling to answer questions today.  Something must be wrong.  The room felt hotter than usual, and I felt myself sweat a little and my body started to ache.  I noticed that I smelled a little like Aaron’s cologne.  I’ve recognized his scent from sitting behind him, but for that smell to linger and for me to smell like him is really weird.

Class was dismissed, and this was usually when I went to lunch.  I received a text from one of my friends, Bryan, from half an hour earlier.

Bryan: Hey, me and the guys are getting food.  Wanna come with?

Normally, we always got lunch at the same time.  But for some reason, I didn’t really want to?  That’s weird for me.  I felt my fingers move on my own as they typed out a message.

Me: nah bro i dont feel like it mayb sum other time dude

I didn’t text like that normally.  Nor did I turn down my friends. Is it the…Before I could finish my thought, I was interrupted by the booming sound of two guys further down the hall, with one of them calling my name.  They were two jocks.  I recognized that they were both friends with Aaron because they hung out together a lot.  What did they want?  I didn’t really get along well with either of them or the rest of their kind.  Hopefully they didn’t think I was a pervert for wearing Aaron’s hat and beat me up.

“Sup bro, we were just about to get some food before hitting the gym.  Wanna come with?”  the other jock asked me.  Judging from his tone, he seemed surprisingly friendly with me.

Were they serious?  Did these jocks actually think I was one of them?  I would never get an opportunity to hang out with them again, so I agreed.  Part of me felt guilty for ditching my nerdy friends to hang out with the jocks, but I knew they were cool guys.  My perspective on these two big jocks changed as I walked with them.  For some reason, I felt a strong sense of camaraderie with them, almost like I’ve known them for a long time.  I’m not sure why I was so intimidated by them before.  They were really chill.

I saw another one of my friends as I walked with my new friends.  I waved to him, but he barely seemed to notice me.  Was he mad at me for skipping lunch with them or did he seriously not recognize me since I was hanging out with the jocks?  It almost felt like he didn’t know me at all.

I pulled out my phone to see what was up with him, until I realized that Bryan had finally responded to me.

Bryan: My bad.  Thought you were someone else.  He must’ve given me the wrong number.

Was this some kind of prank?  He obviously knew my number.  Of course he knows who I am.  Whatever, I don’t care what a nerd like him thinks.  I put my phone away and resumed chatting with my jock friends.  You know, my real friends.  I noticed as I walked with them that they didn’t look as big and menacing as they seemed.  Either that or maybe I hit my growth spurt recently.

We went and got food, with the jocks making sure I got enough protein.  I swear I almost never eat this much.  The jocks must eat a lot to stay in shape, I thought to myself.  But did they seriously want me to go to the gym with them?  I had class soon.  But these guys were cool and I didn’t want to disappoint my bros.  I figured I could miss a day and go lift with them.  As long as it doesn’t turn into a habit.

I realized as we stepped into the gym that I had never worked out before nor had I stepped into an actual gym.  I was worried about coming across as weak and humiliating myself in front of them. I changed into some clothes that I'm not really sure when I bought, a tank top and gym shorts.  To my surprise, I simply followed the motions of my bros and I was able to work out with them just fine.  I noticed that I was able to keep up with their workouts, and I surprised myself with how much I could lift.  It shouldn’t have been possible to lift as much as they did but maybe they were just going easy on me because they knew I was a beginner.  By the time we finished, I was just in time for my last class.  But just before I parted ways with my new friends, one of them said something that caught me off guard.

“Later, Moore.”

Must’ve been a slip of the tongue.  There was no way in hell they mistook me for Aaron.  At least it gave me a mental reminder to give Aaron his hat back next time I see him.  Although…his hat is so nice that I’m a little tempted to keep it for myself.  He could always just get another one, right?  I just don’t want him to see me wearing it though, so I’ll only do it when he’s not around.

In class, everyone was still staring at me as if I went to school in my underwear.  Maybe there was something weird about me, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.  I did smell a little bit since I came from my workout, but I don’t think it was that.  I shrugged it off.  They can stare all they want for all I care.  I felt incredibly sore after my workout, and my arms looked unnaturally swollen.  If I had to be honest, I almost felt as big as the two jocks I worked out with.  But in such a short amount of time?  With no prior lifting experience?  That was impossible.

I found myself completely zoned out and indifferent to class today.  All I wanted to do was leave and uh…What was it that I had going on later?  I pondered that thought throughout the entire class period.  Eventually, we were dismissed and I was free to leave.  I was walking towards the dorms until I ran into, guess who?  Aaron Moore.

“Hey bro, you still coming to practice?”  he asked.

“Practice?”

“Yeah, baseball practice, you big dummy!  You know, you’re always so forgetful, dude.  Good thing I always was the smarter one, bro.”

“Yeah, you’re right, bro.  My bad.”  I’m not sure which statement I was agreeing with.  But as I looked at him, I realized something.  He was wearing his hat!  But then how was I wearing his hat if he was wearing it?  “I thought you lost your hat.  How are you wearing it?”

“I was wearing my hat all day, dude.  One day you decided to copy me and wear your hat to school like I do.  But honestly, I think you rock it better than I do, so keep it up.  You’ll impress the ladies.”  But I was gay.  And I’ve only had this hat for a day.  If it wasn’t his, then how was it actually mine?  I was overwhelmed and full of questions after everything that had happened today, from my growth spurt, to me hanging out with the jocks, to my old friends barely knowing who I am, but I didn’t seem to have the brain power at the moment to seek the answers to them.

As we walked, I kept chatting with Aaron as if it was natural, as if we always knew each other.  Something felt off, but I couldn’t figure it out.  Was it because we were going to practice?  I’ve never played baseball in my life.  Nah, that can’t be right.  I feel like I’ve swung a bat before…  We went into the locker room to change.  I looked in the mirror and paused for a second.

My reflection wasn’t there.  Someone else’s was.  Someone much stronger and much taller than me.  That wasn’t me.  It was Aaron Moore.

No, except it wasn’t an exact match.  There was enough different about the guy in front of me to know that it wasn’t Aaron.  This figure was a little stronger than him, and still stood probably a little over 6 feet tall.  I walked closer.  “Aaron” walked closer.  I moved my hand to feel my face.  So did “Aaron”.  A dull, confused look appeared on his face.  Had I really become him?  But Aaron was over on the other end of the room changing.  Then who am I?  Was I like this since I put the hat on earlier?  I reached into my wallet and pulled out my ID.

Aiden Moore...That’s not my last name.  That’s…Aaron’s?  Normally I wouldn’t have minded taking his last name, but we definitely WEREN’T married.  As far as I knew, Aaron was as straight as an arrow.

Date of Birth: 08/17/2003…If I recall, that’s Aaron’s birthday.  I knew my birthday, and it was in January.  Don’t tell me…Are we…?

I compared the face in the ID to the one in the mirror.  It wasn’t an illusion, and it wasn’t a dream.  It was like I was his twin!  Aaron was an only child though and I only had sisters.  At this point, I was so confused and overwhelmed.  Panic was the only emotion I could feel as I felt like I was going through an identity crisis.  I realized that this all started when I wore his hat.  I reached to grab it off of my head…until I felt a hand touch my shoulder.  My bro…I mean Aaron.

“Admiring yourself in the mirror, bro?  Yeah, you’re a pretty handsome dude just like me.  I think it runs in the blood, you know.  You like that, right?”  He placed his other hand on my head, pushing the hat tighter on my head.  I nodded.  I proceeded to flex, as I became self-absorbed with my own reflection.  I always thought rather highly of myself, especially about my body.  At this point, I couldn’t comprehend the paradox of me somehow being his own non-existent twin brother.

“You know, not every guy is lucky enough to have a cool brother like I do, let alone a twin.  The two of us can play ball together, work out together, and even get all the chicks we want together.  This is all you ever wanted, right?”  He wasn’t necessarily wrong, but I wanted to be “with” Aaron, not be him.  Whoever granted me this wish got it all wrong.  But as I listened to him, I started to realize that maybe it wasn’t my wish to begin with.

“Yeah bro.  This shit’s the life, dude.”  I noticed Aaron’s face light up as I said that.  The way I talked sounded like it came out of the mouth of some dudebro.  I noticed his irresistible smirk that was always on his face when he was in a good mood.  As I kept admiring myself in the mirror, I felt my mind slow…down...like it was on autopilot…

“That’s right…Just let it happen…  I know it’s been a while, so it’s okay if you don’t remember, but you know that one trophy we won a couple years back?  During senior year?”

“Fuck yeah, bro.  I remember.”  But I’ve never played baseball before…But…I have right?  I know I have.

“You know you were the reason we won, right?  One lucky hit in the bottom of the ninth, and you practically won us the game.  I’ve never been more proud of you bro.”  Aaron patted me on the back.  I remembered that game fondly, even though I should have no recollection of it.  That year, our baseball team was the best in the state.  And I…led our team to a championship?  As much as I tried to deny it in my head, the memories felt real.  But why was he reminding me of this now?

“You didn’t do half bad yourself, bro.”

As Aaron and I kept chatting, the memories of being his twin brother kept flowing into my brain, as memories of my former life faded away.  Turns out that I was the brother he never had.  We were a pair.  We complemented each other perfectly.  I was actually the twin brother of the most popular guy in the school.  I remember I thought he was hot…wait, what the fuck, bro?  That’s gay as shit.  And weird.  This was my own twin we were talking about.  Although I guess if I was a handsome stud, then he’d have to be too.  After all, no girl can resist either one of us.

“So the hat is working…”  Aaron whispered under his breath.

“What hat?”

“Nothing, bro!  I was just saying how good your hat looks on you.  Come on, let’s go.”  I followed him, as my transformation was now complete.

From this day on, I was Aiden Moore, Aaron Moore’s twin brother.  Except that’s who I was technically born as and that's who everyone already knew me as.  Although we had a lot in common, I definitely felt more like a stereotypical jock.  I was loud, cocky, and masculine, almost to the point of brutishness, compared to my brother who was a lot more laid-back and charismatic.  Not that it was a bad thing, although most nerds and weaker men would disagree.  But what me and Aaron did have in common was playing sports, working out, fucking chicks, and being the most popular guys in the school.  I know I wanted to be closer to Aaron, but I never expected this.  But at the same time, it felt good, almost pleasurable at times.  I realized that in my new state, I could hardly last a day without an orgasm, whether it was in my grip or in some bitch’s pussy.

Two days later, I had biology again.  I remembered I kinda struggled with this class.  I sat behind my bro as usual.  I was grateful for him since he always helped me with the homework.  I noticed him talking to the professor in private when we got to class.  When I asked him, he wouldn’t say.  It wasn’t like him to keep secrets from me.  We practically knew everything about each other after all.  After class, I was called to stay after by Mr. Martin.

“Aiden Moore…Your brother told me to check up on you.  Is everything alright?  Did you need any guidance on the homework, too?”

“Never felt better, bro.  I think I was just up too late partying the other day.  And nah, I eventually figured it out, dude.”  I conveniently hid the fact that I copied the answers off of some nerd.

“Good, good.”  Mr. Martin smiled.  “I won’t leave you too long.  I know you two have your hands full with practice today.  Hmmm…Still wearing that hat, I see.  It suits you well, Aiden.”  I saw him write something down in a notebook as I left.  Mr. Martin was always cool.  I felt like he understood me and my brother better than most teachers here.  I couldn’t help but feel grateful for him, but for what?  I quickly discarded that thought because it wasn’t important to me.

What was important to me was hitting the gym with my bros.  I ditched class again, I don’t even remember what the class was anyways.  Probably nothing important.  As long as I pass and get to stay on the team, I couldn’t care less about how badly I do in school.  I’m basically only here because I got some fancy scholarship.

At the gym, I always pushed myself to lift the heaviest weights.  All of my bros were impressed with how much I could lift.  Must run in the blood.  After school, I went to practice with Aaron.  We shared a room at the dorms, and on the weekends, we always went to the biggest parties our school had to offer.  We always bragged to each other about what girls we slept with that night, almost like it was a competition.  Man, this was the life.  I never felt like I understood Aaron on a personal level until recently, but man, we were the luckiest pair of brothers in the school.

[thejockout]

New File! "P.S: Dumb Definition" (Beginner's Himbofication, IQ Play, etc.)

This file is the start of what may become a recurring series for me, the "Paradigm Shift" set of files.

My intent with this file is to help demystify and destigmatize elements of dumbing down in direct conversation with the subconscious mind of subjects who like the idea of it, but are a little afraid to try it... I've been there with myself, and I remember how frustrating it was to experience CRAVING this kinda dumbness and being unable to let go and sink in trance enough to feel it happen.

My own journey towards embracing this kink in a healthy way was a slow one; in truth, I might still be on it. I'm hoping this file can accelerate your progress on the same journey, by teaching you that it's the listener who can define what dumb means for them in the context of hypnosis. Permanent or temporary, intense or mild... all flavours of dumb are valid, and you should be able to chase the one you want without fearing the others.

Think of this as Dumbing Down 101; the introductory module. It will probably still dumb down some of you fuckers because you're all so soft and squishy and uwu, so it should have a fun little kick. But if you need a slow start/recontextualisation of the kink, this is the place to go. It's almost an accessory to Chill Out, Bro or Subconscious Protector in that way; ideal for a beginner to the dumb jock space.

Content warnings for this file:

Predictably, this file contains discussion of the word dumb and its societal trappings (so, discussion about how it's used to condemn people who aren't academically smart, despite any other sklls they may have) and uses the word dumb a whole fucking lot lol. If that triggers you, hypnotically or otherwise, beware!

There is discussion of such "clichés" of dumbness as bimbos, himbos, etc. during the file. However, it's not suggested that the listener specifically exhibit traits of any of these stereotypes.

I expect the file will elicit a dumbing-down response of varying intensities depending on the listener due to its permissive nature. You may leave the file feeling a little foggy, a little slow-brained... or just chilled out... or maybe entirely normal. It's very subjective and left up to your subconscious mind to decide how much of this you want to experience; but you can expect this to change with time, as your relationship to the idea of dumbing down changes too.

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When I'm not dropping myself or others, I'm off being a mystical forest bro in the wilderness of Ireland. But I am always available for commissions if you reach out via DM. My flat rate is currently $60-100, but you can check my pinned Tumblr post for more up-to-date info. You can also support me with a one-time tip either via Paypal or Ko-Fi... or by subscribing to me on Patreon! Keep listening, bros.

[jayaury]

A Good Assistant

Doctor Bimbaux made a good point. Assistants didn't need to think. That was for the doctor. Assistants just needed to be big. And dumb. And buff. And hot.

And true, she did make that observation only after you drank that special serum, but in your opinion, your new muscles more than make up for losing your puny smarts.

You didn't have much brains to begin with anyway.

And now, you can serve the doctor much better.

Like by massaging her breasts to help her think.

Or flexing for her amusement.

Or tearing off her clothes, bending her over the table and helping her work out the stress after a long day of work.

Because you're a good assistant.

And a good assistant always obeys the doctor.

[messingwithjocks]

hypnotized trainer told to pull himself away by the ear 😂 😵‍💫👂🤏

[omganonymousfox-blog]

Hypno Story "Thinking Pink"

My entry to "The Wrong Roomate" story contest on Gay Spiral Stories. Themes of hypnosis, masturbation, himbofication, jockification, working out, dumbing down, straight-to-bi, iq play, jockstraps, dildos, and romance.

Read it here: https://www.gayspiralstories.com/story/show/10009741

[bigdumbmutt]

Just got a migraine fucked out of me the power of sex never ceases to amaze me

[jockdumboy]

BROOOOOOOO THIS FILE THOOOO FR DA BEST TOPPPPP. FUKS WIT UR MIND SM

[jockbroski34]

AlterEgo

The last thing I expected on my 20th birthday was to receive a gift from Cody, my roommate.  We were never close, and there was no way in hell he actually knew much about me to know it was my birthday without me telling him.  Him and I were basically complete opposites.  While I was your typical nerd, smart, introverted, and so on, he was basically your typical jock in all the worst ways.  He was boisterous, arrogant, and a total meathead.  We mostly agreed to stay out of each others’ way, considering our irreconcilable differences, but that didn’t stop him from being a massive pain in the ass.  His room was constantly in a state of disarray, with sweaty clothes scattered all over the place.  As such, I often avoided being anywhere near his room if necessary since it smelled like a locker room.  He often invited over his “bros” who were just as bad.  Whether they were hogging the TV to watch whatever game was on, smuggling alcohol into our dorm to get wasted, or playing catch in the fucking living room, they were always a nuisance.  And whenever I brought any of that up to him, he would always end up saying something like “It’s not that serious, dude.  We were just having a good time.”  Yeah, a good time at my expense.  Whoever assigned the two of us to live together must’ve thought this was some twisted joke.

I woke up at 9 AM, still a little tired from last night.  I hung out at one of my friends’ dorms to celebrate my birthday.  I yawned, and went to the kitchen to make some breakfast.  I saw Cody was up as well, his legs spread across the couch, to the point that he was taking up two seats, watching something on the TV that was several volume levels too loud for me.

“Hey bro, today’s your birthday right?”  Cody asked, as he tilted his head to face me.

“Uhh, yeah.  How did you know?”  I responded.

“Oh don’t worry about it, bro.  Happy birthday!”  I saw him get up and run to his disorganized room, likely to grab something for me.  I could see a pair of worn gym shorts on the floor through the crack in the door.  He pulled out an old Nike shoe box, since he likely had nothing better to put a gift in.  “I’ve been saving this for you.  I hope you like it!”  Is this his way of trying to get on my good side?

I rolled my eyes since I doubt he got me anything I would enjoy.  He probably just got me something that he’d enjoy, like some tight-fitting tank top or protein powder or something.  Not that I work out or anything.  The only gift I’d want from him is for him to stop being a douche.  I opened the box and I was surprised about what I saw.  It was a video game.  Not any that I’d ever heard of.  I looked at the box art and the words AlterEgo were written in a wacky, colorful font.

“Yeah, I knew you like video games, so I found this for you.  I heard on the internet that it’s pretty nitch…nichy…what’s the word…”

“Niche?”  I responded.  I had to admit, him struggling to pronounce the word right was a little amusing.  As amusing as being with a simpleton like him could be.

“That’s the word!  I got it for myself, but I realized like half an hour in that it wasn’t my thing.  I’m happy with what I have right now.  I figured you’d probably get more out of it than me.”

“Thanks, I guess.”

“No problem, dude.  Anyways, I gotta hit the gym.  I’m gonna be out all day so you have the PS5 all to yourself.  Hope you enjoy it bro!”

I watch him leave, thankful to have some peace and quiet.  As I ate breakfast, I read the back of the cover in order to figure out what this game was about.

“Become a new you!  In this life simulation adventure, you can become any kind of person you want and live any way you choose.  Control your fictional avatar, your AlterEgo, and level up your stats to become closer to your true self.”

The game seemed something like The Sims or Animal Crossing, but with some stat progression system.  It was a game that I had never heard of, but it could be some hidden gem.  The rest of the back was filled with screenshots from the game with the cartoony characters doing activities such as cooking, jogging, and riding a motorcycle.  I figured I might as well try the game since I did get it for free.  Even if it was from Cody, I wasn’t one to refuse someone’s generosity.

I put the game in the disk slot and booted it up.  The title screen had that same logo and some bubbly background music.  I pressed the start button and I was presented with a save selection screen.  I noticed that Cody’s save was on there, which was odd because I was playing on my account.  I knew I should’ve put a password on it.  I wanted to make my own character, but part of me was curious about the character that he made.  Knowing him, I can only guess.  His game time was less than an hour, as he was only on Day 1, and he likely spent most of that time on the character creation screen.

I started his save and my character was sitting in his room.  At this point, it was very bare, with only a bed and a bunch of cardboard boxes scattered around the room.  I guess the character starts by moving into their new home?  I went into the menu to find more information about the character.  The character was named Cody obviously and his AlterEgo somewhat matched him too.  I went into the stats screen and I was greeted by a tutorial.

“Here you can check your AlterEgo’s stats.  You have already set your initial growth modifiers and assigned your base stats.  If you need a refresher, whatever stats you chose your AlterEgo to excel at are highlighted in red and the ones you chose to trade off are highlighted in blue.  This means that your AlterEgo will grow in the stats in red much faster and prioritize activities that increase those stats and avoid activities associated with increasing your stats in blue.  As you play, your AlterEgo will naturally develop into one of hundreds of potential archetypes based on the activities that they excel at.  Experiment and see who you become!”

I looked at the stat screen and saw a list of stats with a bar indicating percentage level.  The stats included Strength, Constitution, Dexterity, Intelligence, Wisdom, Courage, Charisma, and Luck.  Not too far off from DnD I guess.  It seemed like he chose to have Strength and Constitution as his highest stats as their font was colored red and Intelligence and Wisdom as his weakest stats as they were colored in blue.  Gee, why am I not surprised…  Cody was anything but a genius.  It seemed like he had 20 initial points to allocate wherever he chose with a default limit of 5.  And I was equally not surprised to find that my meathead roommate chose to put 5 in Strength and Constitution again like a barbarian.  It’s like all he cared about was his looks and perceived masculinity, even in game.

Strength (physical strength): 5

Constitution (physical build and stamina): 5

Dexterity (agility and flexibility): 2

Intelligence (knowledge): 0

Wisdom (intuition and discipline): 0

Courage (risk-taking and bravery): 3

Charisma (social skills): 3

Luck (good or bad fortune): 2

After looking through his stats, I decided enough was enough and I didn’t really want to go around pretending I was Cody the whole game.  I quit out of his save and went back to the title screen.  I was back on the save select screen when I became confused.  There was still one save, except the name of the character wasn’t Cody…it was mine?  The play time was set to 0 minutes.  I don’t know how that happened, but if it saves me the trouble of building a character and reading more tutorials, I’m happy.

To my relief, the avatar representing Cody wasn’t there.  Instead, a very generic, average character stood in its place in the same room.  I wouldn’t be surprised if this was some placeholder account with everything set to the default.  Whatever, I can probably change stuff about him later.  I decided to move my AlterEgo outside and I was greeted by a map of a large city.  I chose an area of the map to explore at random and controlled my new avatar.  On the busy city street, there was a cafe, restaurant, and a gym.  It was too early for the cafe and restaurant to open, so I guess my only option here is the gym.  I’ve never stepped foot in a gym before, but this character doesn’t have to represent me as a whole.  Plus, I’d like my character to be well-rounded unlike Cody’s who would probably spend the whole time grinding here.

I went into the gym and had to perform a set of quick-time events.  First, I had to do some bench presses.  Then some squats.  Then finally, run on a treadmill.  At the end of it, my AlterEgo did a cartoony celebration and flexed his arms.  A pop-up showing that my Strength, Constitution, and Dexterity went up by 1, followed up by another one saying that my Strength and Constitution will double every time I do activities like go to the gym.  So it looks like Cody’s modifiers carried over after all despite everything seeming to be the default.  That should’ve been the first thing I checked.  I didn’t want my character to be specced to be some lumbering brute.  I suppose that if I wanted to get my character’s Intelligence and Wisdom, it’d probably be like playing on Hard mode.  Honestly, I was open to the challenge.

I was disappointed to find out that it’d be harder than it seemed.  When my character got home in the evening, I went into one of his boxes and I was presented with an option to read.  I was presented with several options, ranging from comics to full-on novels.  I chose the novel since I figured it would raise my Intelligence the best.  I watched my AlterEgo try to read the book, but I saw a look of confusion on his face.  Eventually, he grew frustrated and threw the book back into the empty box as if he were shooting through a basketball hoop.  I expected my Intelligence to stay the same, but no, it actually dropped!

“Sometimes when your AlterEgo fails to complete an activity, their stats can decrease!  These stats can even go into the negative.  Make sure to keep your stats high because it can become very difficult to increase your stats if they fall below a certain point.”

I couldn’t believe that my character struggled to even read.  This guy was nothing like me at all!  I hoped that it would be easier to raise my AlterEgo’s Intelligence because I didn’t want him to be a moron.  I watched my character fall asleep and I could see into his dream.  Another tutorial popped up.

“Sometimes your character will have dreams!  These dreams are mostly random, but will also depend on your character’s stats.  Just like other activities, you have a chance to increase your stats.”

I watched my character fight in a zombie apocalypse, but the zombies didn’t even look remotely threatening.  I succeeded in the activity and my Courage went up by 2 and my Luck and Strength went up by 1.  My character wiped his head of sweat as the zombies turned to dust.

The next day, I learned that my AlterEgo can go to school.  That was expected, considering my character’s age, only I didn’t realize how hard it would be for him.  He was sitting in a desk trying to write down notes.  Eventually, like an idiot, he slammed his thick head on his desk and started snoring.  This was honestly getting embarrassing.  My Intelligence and Wisdom dropped yet again, not by 1, but by 2.  If I didn’t do something different, my AlterEgo would basically be a clone of Cody instead of myself.  After class, instead of being given an option to go and do something, my AlterEgo is approached by a group of buff men.

Quarterback: Hey new guy, you’re looking pretty strong.  Judging from your Strength and Constitution, I think you’d make a good fit for the football team.  Your Dexterity and Courage also seem pretty good.  Wanna join, bro?

You know who else played football?  Cody.  I had to keep being reminded of him even when he wasn’t even around.  This was my character and I didn’t care about sports, so I clicked the no option.  To my surprise, my AlterEgo nodded instead.  It's like this game is going out of its way to spite me at this point.  Two tutorials popped up.

“If your Wisdom is too low, your AlterEgo might act on their own desires rather than your command.  This means that they can sometimes act on their own or select activities that they are more interested in rather than those they are not.  Raise your Wisdom or else you will have less freedom when developing your AlterEgo.”

“You have decided to join a club or organization.  This will grant you a passive growth to certain stats every week.”

I watched as my AlterEgo walked away with the group of jocks.  A football uniform magically appeared over his normal clothes.  For joining the football team, I was granted a point in Strength, Constitution, Courage, and Charisma every week, with the usual double for Strength and Constitution.

I kept playing the game, getting frustrated at my AlterEgo’s reluctance to even try to act smart or reasonable.  He frequently avoided or skipped intellectual pursuits to focus on those that made him look or feel good.  It honestly just felt random whether he wanted to obey me or not.  By the end of Day 7, the first week my stats were looking like this.

Strength: 30

Constitution: 28

Dexterity: 10

Intelligence: -20

Wisdom: -15

Courage: 21

Charisma: 17

Luck: 16

My Intelligence and Wisdom seemed unfixable.  My AlterEgo wouldn’t even bother to try to read or pay attention at school and he consistently started to make random choices that satisfied his needs as the week progressed.  I grew incredibly frustrated at this, but out of curiosity, I wanted to see if there was an end to this so I could go back and make my own character.  Either way, this game was plagued with questionable design choices.  It’s like the AlterEgo was already locked into a specific path.  I hoped that I had accidentally skipped a tutorial or something and that I hadn’t softlocked myself out of raising certain stats.  Unfortunately, my AlterEgo’s stats continued to grow and drop as I hit Day 30.

Strength: 75

Constitution: 69

Dexterity: 44

Intelligence: -66

Wisdom: -49

Courage: 54

Charisma: 37

Luck: 41

I received another tutorial message on Day 31.

“You look like you are on track to evolve into your archetype very soon!  By this point, your AlterEgo’s stats will be locked in place.  That will be the end of the main story, but there is still so much to enjoy afterwards!”

I figured I might as well see this through to the end.  You know, see how much of an idiot my character can become.  Despite my efforts, all my AlterEgo does now is work out, practice and go to games, and go to parties, outside of necessities.  His Intelligence is so low that he rarely even goes to school anymore and that has caused his intelligence to plummet to the bottom.  I played for even longer, eventually hitting Day 60.  Turns out that this is the day I would discover my AlterEgo’s archetype.

“Congratulations on making it this far.  I hope you are excited to find out your archetype, because I know I am!  Remember that these changes are permanent, so there will no longer be ways to increase or decrease your stats.”

I watched my AlterEgo marched onto the stage and I was able to view my final stats and a rating of each of them.  The descriptions seemed to be heavily based on my other stats, and trust me, they were very satirical, and in my case, very scathing.

Strength: 100

I’d give this an A+.  I’m not even sure if you are human anymore.  I’ve seen you lift things that no normal man could, not because you have to, but because you want to.  You spend more time at the gym than you do at your own house and you might give The Hulk a run for his money.

Constitution: 100

You also get an A+.  Your months of training at the gym have given you a perfect, chiseled body that looks like it could be made out of iron.  You have a seemingly endless supply of testosterone and your stamina (in more ways than one, it seems) cannot be beaten.

Dexterity: 75

This gets a B.  You are very athletic and quick on your feet despite your appearance.  However, your large size means that you can be pretty clumsy and you’ve probably broken more things than you’d like to admit.

Intelligence: -100

I’ll just go along with your teachers and give you a big fat F.  Are you even trying?  I worry that there’s not a single thought going around in your thick skull.  You care very little for anything intellectual or sophisticated, not that you even know what those words mean.

Wisdom: -90

Likewise, you also get another big fat F.  Were you dropped on your head when you were a baby or did you take too many tackles to your cranium?  You have incredibly poor judgment and you only make decisions that satisfy your brutish desires.  In short, you often act before you think.  Your lack of discipline is only matched by your lack of brain cells.  As long as you’re having fun, should I really care what you do with your life?

Courage: 90

I’d give this an A, but not an A+.  Because your brain moves too slow to process any risk, you often think before you act.  You often find yourself in the most dangerous of situations and you often perform incredibly stupid stunts.  When you’re on the field, you’re a risk taker, and at least it usually pays off.  On the bright side, you always come out unscathed, so I can commend that.

Charisma: 70

I’d give this a B-.  Being on the football team and being very attractive is going to place a lot of eyes on you, but they are all focused on your body because everything else you have to offer is very superficial.  I wonder if you surround yourself with people who think and act the same as you do or if people keep you around to laugh at every stupid word that comes out of your mouth.

Luck: 80

Lastly, you get a B.  Your luck genuinely amazes me sometimes.  Despite everything, despite your lack of any intellectual thought or reasoning, you have survived long enough to make it this far in life.  This alone proves that life favors some over others.  If there is room for the concept of a higher power in your shrunken headspace, then they probably feel a sense of amusement at the state of you bumbling around through life with only your good looks and muscles salvaging you.

“What do you think?  Are you happy with your results?  Anyhow, it’s time to reveal your archetype.  It’s who you are and who you will be from now on!  Drumroll please…  (As if it wasn’t obvious enough…)  You, my friend, are…THE JOCK!”

The Jock

You are likely an athlete or bodybuilder and you likely care little for intellectual thought.  You enjoy playing and watching sports and working out above anything else.  You are hyper-masculine, aggressive, arrogant, and egotistical.  However, you are also very muscular, tall, athletic, popular, and handsome.  You feel a deep sense of camaraderie with anyone you consider your bro, which mostly includes other jocks like yourself.  Your wardrobe mostly consists of tank tops, jerseys, varsity jackets, shorts, sweatpants, jockstraps, baseball caps, sneakers, and everything in between.  Because of your high testosterone and your above average genitals, you are viewed as a desirable partner and often partake in sexual activities with members of the opposite sex, and sometimes even other men depending on the person and situation.  Your most likely career path is as an athlete or coach, but as long as it doesn’t require too much deep thinking, you could probably find a job anywhere with your connections and attractiveness.  Enjoy your new self!

I watched my AlterEgo vanish within a cloud of smoke and come out a cartoonish representation of your average stereotypical jock with blonde hair and a very lunkish, yet admittedly impressive build.  He looked around, clearly disoriented, with a dull, confused look on his face before flexing with a cheesy, confident smirk on his face.  The audience cheered and clapped at this ridiculous personification of a walking stereotype as if they were watching a magic show.  Honestly, it was almost amusing how the description it gave for “me” couldn’t possibly be more wrong.  It sounded like everything Cody was, not me.  Although I guess I was playing with his settings, not by choice I will add, but I had little control over how my AlterEgo decided to live its life.  I just wish I could get him off my mind for just one day.  Either way, I found myself incredibly dissatisfied with my new AlterEgo, but I accidentally found out a way to make things even worse for me.  I just wanted to scroll through the remaining text to get to the credits, since I have been playing for 8 hours by now, when I saw a selection that would seal my fate.

“Are you satisfied with your result?  Now that you’ve discovered who you truly are, are you ready to be The Jock in the real world?  WARNING: If you select Yes, your save will be deleted as a result.  These changes are permanent.  If you click No, you can continue playing after the credits.”

I accidentally clicked Yes as I was mashing through the text.  What the hell was I thinking?!  I had no idea that this would change the entire trajectory of my life.  At first I felt nothing, as the screen faded to black.  Then, I saw the credits start to roll, playing a remix of the joyful title screen music, and that’s when I started to feel all warm inside and I felt a painful shock come from my controller.

I felt a sudden wave of pain rush through my body as my bones started to crack and shift in my body and my muscles began to inflate like balloons.  I looked at the credits and noticed that the new jock AlterEgo was doing the things he normally enjoyed doing in the background.  But I couldn’t really concentrate on it as I found myself focusing down below.  My legs stretched and stretched until I was around 6’4.  My feet grew to a size 15 and my thick glutes and ass made me sink deeper into the couch from their weight.  The fat in my stomach felt like it was melting as it left behind nothing more than a layer of sweat and a firm six pack of abs.  My upper chest formed into a round set of bouncy pecs.  Likewise, my biceps and triceps were almost the size of my head now and my soft hands became rough and covered in calluses from intense lifting.  I felt my clothes cling tightly to my body as if they were two sizes too small, and they’d easily rip if my body grew any more.  My shirt fit more like a crop top on me and my clothes were damp from pit and ass sweat.

I felt my long hair recede into my head until it formed into a shorter cut that was much easier to maintain.  As it did that, my chestnut-colored locks lightened into a golden blonde.  My soft, round eyes became more sharp and masculine and I could feel them turn from a chocolate brown into an icy shade of blue.  My youthful face lost most of its baby fat and buried beneath it was nothing more than the chiseled edges of my jawline.  The lower half of my face, which used to be soft and hairless, was now covered in a prickly lawn of stubble.  Even my pasty skin turned a shade tanner from the years I spent in the sun throwing balls around.  I noticed that my entire body started to sweat profusely to the point that I could smell my own musk and I became absorbed by my new-found masculine scent.  I could smell the testosterone that was pumping through my veins like a drug.  I felt powerful, dominant, virile, and dare I say it, good…  Lastly, I found my lips contort into an obnoxious, conceited smirk.  Was I…enjoying this?  Judging from the growing feeling in my groin, I was led to believe that I was.  And it kept growing and growing and growing…

All the while, the credits continued to play and the happy-go-lucky music felt like it was mocking my painful situation.  Despite the strange pleasure I felt, it was only a distraction as my body still writhed in pain through the whole process while I changed entirely into a real life manifestation of my AlterEgo.  What the hell is this game?  I noticed that the jock avatar stared directly towards the screen, as if he was breaking the fourth wall, and started to walk closer and closer before vanishing from his virtual prison for good.  The lively credits started to simmer down, giving the screen a more empty and disquieting feeling.  That was the last thing I noticed before I felt a sharp headache ring through my head.  I am usually fine playing games for a long period of time so why…Why did my roommate buy me this game anyways, bro?  If he was gonna buy me any game, he should’ve gotten me the new CoD or Madden game, not this weird shit.  I had to admit, it was kinda addicting.  I liked being able to work out or play sports even when I’m at home.  Wait, what was that?  I felt like I just heard another voice in my head, both sounding similar yet different to my own.  Eventually he called out directly to me.

“Hey bro, it’s me.  Your AlterEgo.  You know, the real you.  It’s been fun, dude.  Now I get to enter the real world, isn’t that sick?  So here’s what’s gonna happen, dude.  I am currently inside your mind and I’m making the final changes to turn you into the person you were always meant to be.  That’s right dude, we are becoming one singular person in both body and mind.  Don’t try to struggle or fight back.  You know I’m stronger than you.  There’s no going back.  So, are you ready to become one with your true self?

No…I thought to myself.  I wasn’t a jock.  I was never a jock.  I’m nothing like my AlterEgo.  This is a mistake.  This was Cody’s AlterEgo, not mine!

“Chill out, bro.  I know you read the warning and you clicked Yes, so you obviously knew the risk.  Why did you keep playing if you knew you’d become a jock regardless of the decisions you made?  Because you are one deep down.  Or maybe you secretly wanted to be one.  Maybe you wanted to see what life was like on the other side.  Maybe this Cody guy wanted you to try out this save, you know, to see what would happen...  Whatever reasoning, it really doesn’t matter dude.  I know you can feel me taking over your mind.  You’re finding it harder to think.  Soon you’ll be The Jock, me.  I just wish you realized a little sooner who you really were…”

I felt my brain starting to shut off and my vision starting to become blurry as my AlterEgo took it over.  I don’t even know how any of this is possible, even by today’s standards.  An AI buried deep within the game was taking over my body and mind entirely, reshaping me in his image.  But I continued to resist, to cling onto whatever parts of my personality I could.  However, as I felt my mind sink deeper and deeper into this mental void, I felt myself slowly becoming more and more like The Jock.  The archetype that was decided on, not by me, but for me.  Until that’s all I was.

Everything turned black for a few seconds.  I slowly regained consciousness as my brain rebooted itself.  Wait…what’s a reboot?  I sat and watched the credits with a dim look on my face as it finally ended.  I was booted back to the title screen and saw that my save was indeed deleted.  This was proof that my AlterEgo was now a part of me and that he was finally whole.  I pulled out my phone wanting to learn more about this game, because, dude, it was kinda fucking weird. By scrolling, I couldn’t find much, but I did discover a post from not too long ago on some ancient forum site that was probably made in the early 2000s.

“Is The Game AlterEgo Real?”

“I’ve heard rumors about this game called AlterEgo, but I have very little information on it.  It’s said to be incredibly dangerous and could lead to permanent bodily and mental changes.  Throughout all of my research, I could not find any copy of the game for sale, nor any definitive proof that it’s real or any information on the company that developed it.  If you have any information on this game, please let me know.”

I skimmed through the forum page, not that interested in reading what everyone had to say.  Who has time for that anyways?  But I did find one reply that caught my eye.

“I can confirm with certainty that AlterEgo does exist.  My friend received it as a gift for Christmas and he wouldn’t stop talking about it to me.  It’s like he was addicted.  A week later, when I saw him next, I could barely even recognize him.  His body had grown and changed greatly and he didn’t act like his usual self.  I even feel like his memories might be a little distorted.  I tried checking his house to find the game in order to figure out what it was all about, but I don’t think he has it anymore.  He probably sold it or gave it away since he said he finished it.  No matter what, he won’t tell me.  If there are any other copies of the game left, please let me know.”

Woah, so this game is fucking weird, dude.  Wasn’t just me.  I just played it right?  But I don’t feel any different.  You know, I bet these nerds would pay a lot for a chance to find out about this game.  Maybe they might come out as different people.  I’ll put it up on eBay for a high price.  One of those dweebs just has to take the bait.  I wouldn’t mind a little cash though.  I’d feel bad for selling Cody’s gift, but just imagine what I could get with that much money.

“Hey bro, you still in here dude?”  I heard a familiar voice shout as they opened the door.

“Yo Cody, there you are.  What’s up dude?”  I was happy to see him.  Cody was my roommate and my best friend.  We were practically inseparable.  When he made eye contact with me, his eyes widened.  I couldn’t really blame him for being impressed with my awesome body.

“You beat that game I gave you already?”  He seemed surprised, yet almost impressed.

“Yeah, it’s not usually my type, but I enjoyed it dude.”

“Do you…feel any different, bro?”  Cody sounded kinda hesitant there.  Had he read about the rumors too?  I don’t see why he’d have to worry.  None of those rumors are true anyways.

“Nah, same as I’ve always been.”

“Alright, good.  I was just making sure you were down to get some food.  You should be out partying and celebrating your birthday, not playing some nerdy video game.  And trust me, I know all the good spots.”

“You’re right bro.  I haven’t gotten enough exercise in today.  Let’s go.”

“Wait, before you go, your clothes are so sweaty dude.  You should change.”

“Oh shit, good idea.”

“Y-you can just wear one of my clothes.  They’d probably fit you better.”  He was right.  As I soon realized, someone shrunk all my clothes as part of a prank.

Me and Cody went to a sports bar to watch the game.  If I remember correctly, this was our favorite spot to get food, except you know, anywhere that lets me hit my macros.  Since it was my birthday, he even paid for the whole meal.  I don’t remember how long I’ve known him, but couldn’t ask for a better bro.  On the way home, Cody grabbed a six pack of beer from the frat house and brought it to our dorm to drink the night away.  I wasn’t old enough to drink, but it’s not like I never had alcohol before.  And besides, today was basically my cheat day.

We got wasted while we watched TV, and we did some things that I probably wouldn’t admit to anyone but him.  I couldn’t help it though.  I hadn’t gotten laid all weekend and it was my birthday.  Quite frankly, I deserved it.  Thankfully Cody took one for the team.  He said it wasn’t weird because we’ve definitely done it before and that it was our secret.  I had to give him credit.  His tight hole is better than most girls’.  I didn’t know he was a bottom until tonight.  I also didn’t remember having a dick this big, but you don’t see me complaining.  After all was said and done, I passed out drunk next to him in his bed, our bodies drenched in sweat and each other’s fluids, as I enjoyed the bromance I have with my best bro.  This was the best birthday ever.

The next day, I got up extra early to go for a run despite my hangover.  Afterwards I went to school, but like usual, I struggled to pay attention.  It was like my mind was in a constant fog.  My grades are slipping and this football scholarship is the only thing keeping me from dropping out entirely.  After classes, I joined Cody and the others at practice.  Throughout the day, I kept getting this feeling of uh…dayjah voo?  That word that means that you feel like you’ve done something before.  I wasn’t exactly sure where it was coming from.  I shrugged it off.  I was just a jock and I didn’t need to worry about stuff like that.

When I got home, I got an offer for the game Cody gave me.  You know, AlterEgo.  Some nerd seriously offered $1000 for it.  I didn’t actually know it was that rare.  I hope he enjoys it more than I did.  I’ll sure enjoy the 1000 dollars.  I bet he’ll love passing it around to all his other geeky friends.  I wonder what their AlterEgos might look like…

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New File | "Dressed-Up Himbo"

"Deep down… all along… you’ve wanted to be a better himbo. You’ve wanted to embody everything that word means; to be big, and strong, and fun, and goofy, and so driven by libido it’s only fair others say you think with your dick… You want others to look at you and see pretty much everything you’ve got to offer. All surface… all flash, all beauty, all aesthetic. There’s a bit of shallowness to that perfect himbo. Even a bit of missing depth, but… who really cares, when you look that good? When you can feel so good in your bulging, flexing skin, and your pretty face, and all those beautiful clothes… that’s more than enough."

Dressed-Up Himbo is my third dedicated "himbo" file. It builds on the programming of Himbo Unchained/Himbo Muscle Freak (though you don't need either to enjoy this one), so it plays off similar tropes. Muscular, beautiful, vapid. Peep the quote above!

However, this file does contain explicit dumbing and some dominant language over the listener. It additionally contains my first dabble into clothing/style changes via hypnosis... it makes you, specifically, want to wear formalwear, dress smart and fashionably, with some brief allusions to being so big you bulge out of a dress shirt in your office. And for some people, that'd be embarrassing - but for a good himbo like you? Being everyone's sex object will just turn you on.

Listen and enjoy, good boy. And if you really enjoy, send me a tip on Throne.

CONTENT WARNINGS:

Dumbing down - not incredibly specific, so if you're worried, try my "P.S: Dumb Definition" file to reflect on what being a dumb himbo might mean to you.

Shallowness/some narcissism - emphasis on valuing your appearance most in terms of what you offer others. Style, muscle, your natural beauty... it all combines to make you the best himbo you can be.

General masculinization - male pronouns, references to a male body, and suggestions to want to look and feel more masculine as you become bigger, dumber, and more beautiful.

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Alola to New Life (NSFW)

This fic is a collab with my great friend MrGerudoMan, please check out his stuff if you enjoy this fic

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“And here’s to the first-ever champion of the Alola Region!” a voice shouted over the large crowd, who were all crowded around a large bonfire. The tanned man, wearing a lab coat and a green hat, held up a plastic cup “Three cheers for Ash Ketchum!”

“YEAH!” a loud cry rang out from everyone present, who raised their cups and drank their contents. The recipient of all this cheer just stood in the corner in front of a tree, his cheeks blushing a bright red as he grabbed onto a plastic cup like the rest of them.

The small town of Iki was livelier than ever, as the students of the Alola Pokemon School and their teacher celebrated the crowning of the region’s first ever Champion. Gone were the days of the traditional trials and tribulations of the olden days. Now, there was an official Pokemon League in the tropical islands, and their first Champion now reigned over all. Ash Ketchum had finally fulfilled his dream of becoming a Pokemon Master, after traveling through seven different regions, learning much more about the world than he had ever thought possible, meeting many people along the way, and making more friends than he could stand to count. It was finally his time to shine. 

A raging bonfire was lit on the central altar of Iki Town, carefully curated so as to not burn down the altar itself. He watched as his friends commended him, congratulating him for his hard fought victory over his rivals, growing closer to his Pokemon in the process. Ash watched as they danced and sang in his honor. Even Pikachu had gotten in on the fun, dancing the night away with Lillie and her Alolan Vulpix, while his Lycanroc frolicked with his brethren from Professor Kukui and Burnet, and Rowlet found a nice branch to perch on and rest, and Incineroar was flexing its muscles with Kukui’s. 

As the party went on, he stayed back. The young, newly minted Champion looked on with an uncertainty that he had no way of admitting to. The queer gathering, including the citizens of Iki Town itself, all of the island Kahunas, past and present students, and rivals like Hau and Gladion, it seemed to get to the young man. He looked down at his drink, the amber color reflecting his apathy back on himself, making it abundantly clear. 

“Hey,” a voice said right next to him. Ash chuckled and glanced over, seeing the dark skin and well toned muscles of his classmate, Kiawe. Even in the dead of the night, with the stars glowing brightly, and the temperature not quite as warm as before, he still refused to wear a shirt. It was any wonder he had worn the Ultra Guardians uniform at all. “Are you doing ok?” he asked, politely. 

“Yeah,” the raven-haired young man said, as he swirled the alcohol in the cup, “It’s just, not that used to big celebrations like this. It’s, uh… a little overwhelming I guess.”

“Well, you don’t usually become the first-ever champion of a region!” said Kiawe with a big smile, giving Ash a friendly smack on the back, “Come on man, take a drink and celebrate!”

“Heh, not much for drinks honestly,” Ash said, taking a small sip of the beer, wincing a bit at the taste. “Eugh. Bad first impression” he muttered as he dumped the contents on the grass.

“Seriously? You're 21 and you’ve never had beer?” Kiawe asked with a smirk.

“Seriously,” said Ash with a giggle, “My mom doesn't keep alcohol in the house and it’s hard to find good liquor stores while traveling around the region.” He looked down at his now empty cup, “Besides, I’d rather not get drunk. I… I have a lot on my mind, and I don’t really wanna forget.” 

“Hey, Ash.” Kiawe knelt down, looking him dead in the eyes. He rested his hand on Ash’s shoulder, the young native warm to the touch. His eyes had a fire to them that could only have come from the volcanic heart of Alola, a reassuring gaze like no other Ash’s had ever seen before.

“Y-Yeah?” Ash asked, blushing as he found himself staring into his former classmate's eyes for a bit too long, “W-What is it?”

“Tell me the honest truth.” Kiawe said with a sigh, “Are you enjoying the party?”

“....Kinda?” Ash said with a shrug, “Not really used to stuff like this. Last party I was in was more of a glorified backyard barbecue.”

Kiawe shook his head, “Well you’re not going to enjoy the party if you keep sitting on your ass,” he grabbed the shorter young man’s arm, surprising him, “Come on, let’s at least talk to the others.” 

Rather than cause a scene, Ash let himself be taken by Kiawe into the party mob. He was dragged into the middle of the group, surrounded on all sides by his friends. Lana, Mallow, Sophocles, Lillie, Gladion, Hau, Kukui, Burnet, and Kiawe all encircled him, eyes locked on his meek form. Pikachu squeezed his way through the circle, and hopped up on Ash’s shoulder enthusiastically. 

“Pika pi!” the Mouse Pokemon squeaked, giving his trainer a massive grin. 

“Hey Ash!” Mallow said, a big smile on her face, her cheeks a bit red as she seemed to be looking at a spot next to Ash instead of right at him “There you are! H-How are you enjoying the celebration? Long time coming, eh?” she giggled, gripping her cup tightly. She seemed to have trouble staying upright, as she stumbled about, her legs quivering, and her feet not firmly on the ground. 

“Don’t mind her,” Sophocles said, shaking his head, “We haven’t been able to keep her away from the beer.”

“Yeah well, I usually don't get to touch it unless I’m using it to cook….so buzz off, zappy,” she hiccuped as she took another drink, finishing off her glass. Dissatisfied, she threw the cup on the ground, with no regard for the environment she purported to champion. 

“Solgaleo help me…” Gladion muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose, “How are any of you allowed anywhere near alcohol?”

“Says the guy not allowed to look at a bottle?” Lillie said with a sly smirk.

“L-Lillie!” her brother stammered, his face lighting up red as he stared at his sister.

“Oh come on, everyone here has met your mother. The fact you know what beer smells like is a shock to me.” Lana pointed out, in her usual deadpan way, “Besides, why are we arguing about this? This is Ash’s big day, not your drinking competition or pity party or whatever makes you feel comfortable.” She shrugged as the rest of their class laughed at Gladion’s utter humiliation. Even Ash let out a little chuckle, though it was only a slight one, and merely slipped out. 

“Hehe… yeah,” Ash said, looking at all of the bright, beaming eyes around him. 

“So, you’ve competed in other leagues before, right Ash?” Lillie asked, moving the topic away from the antics of the class and Mallow’s inability to stand.

“Oh yeah…. Let’s see… I was in the Indigo Plateau Conference, which is for the Kanto region. They’re all called conferences for some reason by the way. Then I competed in the Orange Islands League, which I won…” 

“Really?!” everyone gasped, “You were already a league champion and you didn’t tell us?!” the whole town was shocked as could be.

“Um… I-It doesn't really count as a league honestly…. The Orange Archipelago isn’t even recognized as a proper region, it's a part of Kanto…. Plus I wouldn’t count those weird ass gyms as a proper challenge… and there were only four of them....” Ash muttered rubbing the back of his neck, “But anyways… then there was the Silver Conference in the Johto region, Ever Grande in Hoenn, Lily of the Valley in Sinnoh…” 

“Those are weird names for Pokemon competitions,” Lana muttered as Mallow stumbled back with two cups of beer. She noticed this and grabbed one of them, “I’m not having you pass out.” Not one to waste alcohol herself, Lana downed the drink in seconds.

“Party pooper…” Mallow muttered as she drank from her remaining cup.

Ash continued, “after that was the Vertress Conference in the Unova region, then the Lumiose Conference in the Kalos region, which I actually was the runner-up in.” Before finishing, he took a deep breath, and added, “Then here we are. The Manalo Conference, and I… won.” 

“Damn, that’s a long time till the victory,” Kiawe said with a smile, “Guess you have some stories from them”

“Heh, not as many as you’d think,” Ash chuckled, “A couple stand out….”

“Like what?” Lillie asked, her face glowing with curiosity.

“Heh, like my loss at Indigo,” Ash said, letting out a smirk, “God I was a dumbass kid back then. I lost cause my Charizard fell asleep on me.”

“Wait, like he was hit with sleep powder?” Kiawe asked, bewildered.

“Nope, he just… fell asleep out of boredom.” Ash admitted, “He was… well he was kind of a stubborn Pokemon ever since he was a Charmeleon. Something about his evolution made him really proud, and he thought he didn’t have to listen to me anymore.”

“Oh wow… I’ve never heard of a Pokemon doing that before.” Lillie gasped, “I guess Pokemon in other regions just aren’t as close to humans as they are here in Alola.” 

“You can say that again,” Ash smirked, “Luckily he grew out of it. He trained really hard at Charicific Valley, and he got really strong, and in the process, he gained a lot more respect for trainers and humans, and he’s been my best friend ever since. He helped me out a lot in the Unova region.” Ash looked up, remembering all of the adventures that he had in the Unova region with Charizard and his friends Iris and Cilan, traveling through one of the most vibrant and lively regions he had ever been to. It was a mile a minute for the young budding master back then, living off of Cilan’s cooking and pure spirit, dodging all of Team Rocket’s new contraptions, and Team Plasma’s resurgence. He wondered where Iris and Cilan were now, and what they were up to. Knowing Cilan, he was either a full time connoisseur or a train conductor. As for Iris, he wasn’t sure.

“Any other stories?” Mallow asked, her voice making it clear she was quite wasted.

“Oh yeah. Sinnoh” Ash said with a smile, snapping out of his memories, “I made it up to the quarter finals, then I bumped into this ass who somehow managed to sneak a team of Legendaries into the league!”

“What!?” the class said, their eyes wide in shock.

“You're shitting me,” Gladion said, looking at Ash with wide eyes, “I had enough trouble as it was competing with Silvally! How’d he manage to do it?! You’ve gotta be pulling our legs!” 

“Nope. I’m being honest. I think the clips are still online somewhere” Ash said “That was a competition that not a lot of people had fun with. It's not much of a show if someone shows up with a pokemon so strong he can just knock out teams with one attack. I only ever saw two of his Pokemon in the field. Darkrai and Latios. But his whole team was displayed on the monitors. Nothing but legends.”

“Were the judges asleep or something?” Sophocles asked

“Honestly, I think that guy had a friend on the board or something. I remember reading that he was called back a few months later to have the prize recalled. Don’t know who ended up with it.” he paused for a minute, before adding, “though, perhaps their hands were tied, since there was already precedent for using Legendaries in the Sinnoh region. The Champion, Cynthia, had a Spiritomb on her team, and her Garchomp was so strong it might as well have been legendary.” 

“Oh wow…” The entire group took a collective step back, as they grappled with the fact that some reigning champions were so strong as to be near invincible. They winced at the thought of having to go up against not just a Spiritomb, but a superpowered Garchomp as well. Legends had told of Garchomp’s ferociousness in the Alola region, but everyone had assumed they were just myth.

Ash once again floated back into the world of memories, as he reminisced on his adventures in the Sinnoh region, traveling the torn landscape with Dawn and his old pal Brock. The villainous Team Galactic was up to the most dastardly plot he had ever encountered, as they sought to remake the universe anew with the Legendary Pokemon of Time and Space, Dialga and Palkia. It had been one of his favorite adventures to date, climbing the summit of Mt. Coronet, trekking through the snow-covered northlands to Snowpoint City, and solving the mysteries of the lake guardians, Alamos Town and its twin towers of time and space, and the otherworldly ambitions of Giratina and the Reverse World it ruled.

“Damn Ash, you left a lot out of those discussion presentations during class,” Kiawe said as he sipped his own drink. Ash felt his face light up red at that.

“Yeah…. Well, I kinda grew out bragging when I turned 17…. The attention isn’t something I like reveling in these days… Tended to get me more in trouble honestly,” Ash said, rubbing the back of his head and staring down at his shoes. “Plus there really isn’t much to talk about. I spent most of my time in the other regions just walking from town to town. Really wish I had used a bike sometimes.” he gave them a weak smile, “But this guy has a really bad history with them, so I preferred to play it safe” he said, poking Pikachu’s cheek

“Pika!” the pokemon said, gently slapping his trainer’s hand away. Even after all these years, Pikachu still hated having his cheeks poked or pinched or messed with in any way. Anyone unfortunate enough to not know this was in store for a painful Thunderbolt straight through their bodies. 

“So… what are you going to do now?” Lana asked, “Are you going to go back to the Kanto region?” The town became deathly still as the group looked to Ash to give them an answer. Only the crackling of the subsiding, but still roaring bonfire filled the stagnant Alolan air. 

“I think so?” Ash said with a shrug, suddenly aware of just how many people were present at the party. How many people he had touched during his time traveling the four islands of the region, “I don’t really know honestly… Frankly, I feel like I need a vacation. A full year of college on top of the championship.”

“At least this wasn’t as hard as a normal college.” Sophocles pointed out, “You guys don’t know how good you have it until you’ve gone and studied at Ecruteak University. I’m still getting nightmares from their course load. I still wince every time I hear bells ringing. It just reminds me of Ecruteak and the Bell Tower.” The young, pudgy prodigy shuddered, grasping at his arms as he was taken back to his accelerated course at the prestigious university, one of the oldest in the world. 

“How many schools did you get sent to, Sophy?” Lillie asked, curious. 

“I lost count after five…” he sighed, “I spent a bit in Pokemon Tech in Kanto and that was awful. How that school stays in business I have no idea.” he shook his head “Also a bit in Hoenn in the school the Rock-Type leader runs…. And I can’t really remember the names of the others.”

“Pokemon Tech stays in business because they get paid by the League,” Ash said, shaking his head, “They send trainers over to them, since a graduation is as good as seven badges. It's pretty much so they have inflated numbers, cause there has never been a single trainer from that school to get past the first round. Lorelei is a brutal first trainer to have to face in the real world.” the champion sighed, “Doesn’t stop the students from thinking of themselves as hot shit. Honestly, I’m a little tired of all the corruption in the Kanto region.” 

“Corruption?” Gladion asked, frowning.

“Oh yeah.” Ash said with a dark chuckle “You think Team Skull was bad? Team Rocket has their fingers in almost everything in Kanto. Hell, they flat out ran a gym for years! And that’s without talking about all the fronts the trio we’re familiar with were able to seemingly make up at will.” he shook his head, “Seriously they could open businesses in seconds.”

“Damn…” Gladion gasped, shocked by the flagrant crime in the region, “You’re not planning on going back there, are you? I mean, why would you wanna live in a place like that?” 

“I…” Ash paused for a moment, realizing that he was about to say yes, but his heart thought otherwise. A crossroads opened up in front of him in his mind, as he grappled with the choices presented to him. Should he return home, to his mother, Professor Oak, Gary, and his many Pokemon in the professor’s laboratory back in Pallet Town, or should he abandon the only home he’s known, and find a new home in another place? “I….don’t know” Ash whispered. He let out a sigh and turned around, slowly walking towards the hills.

“Ash?” Lille asked, starting to follow

“I just... need to be alone for a minute….” Ash said as he walked away from the warm light of the bonfire and torches that signaled the location of that party. His guests, confused, worried, and concerned, waited for him to return. 

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South would have taken him back down the mountain towards the sea and the city, as well as Kukui’s Lab, but Ash didn’t want to be in the comfort of his home. Northwards lay the Mahalo Trail, snaking its way up the extinct, lush volcano that made up Melemele Island’s interior highlands. Seeking guidance, he set himself on the trail. 

As he walked up the steep grade, zigzagging up the cliff, his mind grew clouded by thoughts of returning home. His mother’s warm embrace as she stands in the doorframe of their small, Pallet Town home, happy to see her son return home after yet another long journey. Mr. Mime dutifully cleaning the windows or sweeping the porch while she prepares the first home cooked meal her son has had in months. But it also shows memories of each time he came back home, only to get ganged up on by Team Rocket a few days after arriving, and not just the regular trio of clowns he was used to dealing with, but the full force of Giovanni and his army of grunts. He could not bear to see them toy with him any longer. At least the troublemakers here were just a bunch of punks who wanted to pick on people, not a gang of organized criminals willing to do anything for money.

Carved faces stared down at him as he rounded the corner, making his way towards the summit of Melemele. Though they seemed scary at first, he had grown accustomed to their gaze, and even got a sense of comfort and familiarity from these guardian totems, keeping watch over the island’s most sacred spot. The cool, tropical breeze, the distant lights of Hau'oli City. The crashing waves against the white sandy beaches. The verdant forests of the islands. The many Pokemon and the friends he had made. Alola was becoming more of a home than he had realized. Should he abandon Kanto and stay in Alola permanently? What would his mother think? What would Professor Oak say? Would he be welcomed in the Kukui household for much longer, or would they force him to make ends meet on his own, something he had never had to do before?

“Pika?” his first pokemon chirped, clearly worried about his trainer

“I’m ok Pikachu,” Ash said, rubbing his partner’s ears, “Just need to think for a bit. You can head back to the party if you want.” However, the Mouse Pokemon was in for the long haul, and did not leave his trainer’s side. Perched on his shoulder, they climbed the mountain together.

He found the summit, and the rope bridge that connected to the shrine. The rickety structure swaying in the gentle breeze, as it precariously was strung over the bay below. A loud waterfall was to his left, crashing down into the ocean, its roar heard throughout the northeast side of the island. He crossed without thinking, slowly walking across its planks, feeling a peculiar ease in the bridge’s sway. 

Soon, he was across and facing the steps, and the Ruins of Conflict came into view. Melemele’s most sacred shrine, dedicated to the guardian Tapu Koko. Though their existence had been mere legend in the islands for quite some time. Ash knew that they were real. One Tapu for each island, with Melemele being the home of Tapu Koko, who dwelled deep within the Ruins of Conflict, a Tapu that had taken a strange interest in him in particular. In the state that he was in, conflict was the best word to describe his predicament. 

The steps were a mix of stone and logs, and bits of carved stone were strewn all around, some shattered, and some still holding out. Strange statues that Ash couldn’t figure out who or what they represented lined the path, seemingly staring at him with their open mouths, almost as if they were judging each step he took, laughing at him as he took one step after another towards the altar. He adjusted the Z-Power Ring on his wrist, which felt strangely heavier all of the sudden. The altar came into view, a beautiful array of palm leaves, painted wood, and red roots greeted him at the back. However, there was still no sign of Tapu Koko. He ascended the steps of the altar, placing himself central on its dais, staring up at the artwork in front of him, searching for meaning in its geometry and design. Searching for any sign of Tapu Koko to come and give him the guidance that he sought. To free him from the torment that clouded his mind. 

“Heh, what am I doing here, Pikachu?” he chuckled, shaking his head, “I’ve been traveling for like… 11 years at this point, and all of the sudden I’m coming to ask a legendary for guidance?” he let out a forced laugh as he stared at the altar. “I’ve helped Lugia rescue its child, calmed the earth and seas themselves, conquered time and space, deferred truth and ideals, and life and death itself were in my hands. Yet here I am, trying to pray to an island deity.” He looked up towards the cracked ceiling of the altar, the faintest bit of light seeping in through the cracks. 

A tear ran down his cheek, “Pathetic, isn’t it?” he cried. 

“Chu….” Pikachu muttered, unsure what to say to help his friend. Ash just smiled and unlatched his Z-Power Ring. He held the object in his hands with a smile as he looked at the crystal inside. A yellow gem with a thunderbolt-sized bit on the top, one that Tapu Koko had specifically given to him after his first trial for reasons he still didn’t know.

At this point, he couldn’t hold it back any longer, and tears streamed down from his eyes like the waterfall outside, “It’s not fair!” he cried, clutching at the ring, “Why can’t I just stay here?! Why does it have to be so hard!” he thrashed about on the platform, Pikachu hopping off and standing by, waiting for Ash to calm down, “I’ve made so many friends… I feel like I’m finally part of a family. I have a father here! GYAH! WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE THIS WAY?!” 

As he thrashed, Ash and Pikachu both didn’t notice the Z-Crystal pop off the top of the bracelet and fly towards the statue that sat in the center of it. It tapped the stone and instead of falling, it glowed pink and began to float slowly. It floated above the statue and, with a small flash that neither saw, the Guardian of Melemele Island appeared. It looked down at Ash, listening to what he was saying softly.

“I don’t wanna go.” Ash said, pulling at his hair, “I don’t wanna leave. I don’t wanna go back, but I have to. I can’t leave my mom alone like that, but I don’t wanna leave Kukui… dad… Why don’t I have a dad? Why did Kukui have to become my dad?!” he knelt down and pounded his fists against the altar in rage, “It wasn’t this hard to leave the other regions! I’ve left so many friends behind! Misty, Brock, May, Max, Dawn, Iris, Cilan, Serena, Bonnie, and Clemont… I left them all… why is this any different? Why do I feel so bad about this?!” 

His heart was pounding out of his chest, and growing out of its rib cage, tearing at the very fiber of his being as he struggled to justify everything he has ever done. Tapu Koko merely watched with a concerned gaze, watching as his chosen pupil was consumed with conflict at his altar. The god of Melemele Island did not intervene, not until Ash asked him to, whether he was aware of it or not, merely content to watch.

“I-I wish I didn’t have to make this stupid choice!” Ash weeped, begging for some kind of arbiter to come in and make it for him, “I-I want to stay! Someone please! Let me stay here! Let me stay with my friends! Let me stay with Professor Kukui! Let me have a little brother….” He dried the tears from his eyes, before standing up, and shouting out to the world, “I never want to leave Alola!” 

His wish reverberated throughout the ruined hall, and Tapu Koko heeded it. The guardian of Melemele Island let out a blood-curdling cry, causing the young champion and his Pokemon pal to stumble and shiver. Looking up, they saw the deity floating above them, sparks of electricity emanating from his shell. 

“T-Tapu Koko?” Ash muttered, wiping the tears from his face. The bittersweet reunion was cut short, however,as Tapu Koko began to act on the wish that Ash had inadvertently made within his shrine.

“W-Wait…. W-What are you-” Ash’s words were interrupted as the deity released its first move in granting this wish. A bubble of pink energy appeared around it, before expanding out as a bright bubble, enveloping the shrine in a fine pink mist and a strangely comforting light, “M-Misty Terrain!?” Ash shouted, recognizing the move instantly. He climbed to his feet, waving mist out of his face “W-What are you….” he blinked, as the fog flowed into his mouth and nose.

“Ack!” he coughed, as the mist entered his lungs, “H-Hey! What are you doing?” he gasped for air as he was choked by the mist, “W-Why are you….” he blinked, as a strange feeling of lethargy began to slowly work its way through his body. His muscles began to relax, on a level he had never felt before. His arms fell to his sides limply, as if he’d been slipped a tranquilizer. His legs began to quiver, and his whole body felt heavy.. Before long, the young champion collapsed on his knees, onto the floor of the altar, the Z-Power Ring falling out of his hand and bouncing on the altar before skidding to a halt right below the deity. He stared up at Tapu Koko, who was starting to glow pink once more.

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Ash groaned as his arms and legs went completely numb. His neck still worked, slightly and he was able to look to his side, seeing that Pikachu was in much the same position as him. Straining his neck, he managed to get a look above him, seeing the electrifying Tapu Koko levitating above them. 

“T-Tapu….W-What are you….” Ash stammered out, his tongue and jaw feeling as lethargic as his limbs. The young trainer could barely speak a word, and soon, he succumbed to the power of the Tapu, his mouth going as numb as the rest of his body. All he could do now was watch as Tapu floated above him, glowing and pulsing with energy.

With his body inoperable, Ash was helpless to the deity. Before he could say anything against him, Tapu Koko lifted the young champion up off of the floor, leaving his Pikachu companion behind, knocked out on the altar. Ash winced as he was picked up like a ragdoll by the deity, and not exactly in a gentle way, as his sides began to feel as if they were squeezed by large hands. Tapu Koko didn’t care about any discomfort Ash was feeling as he began to move him further into the shrine, the pink bubble of Misty Terrain following the two.

His arms were twisted in unnatural ways, and his legs were bent nearly beyond their capacity. It was as if Tapu Koko was studying him, checking every part of his body for some sort of abnormality worth looking into. It was all too strange to say the least. Before he could even think further about this situation, Tapu Koko’s body glowed and Ash felt energy wash over him.

His eyes went wide as he saw his clothes glow the same pink, before being torn to shreds a split second later. His shirt, shorts and shoes were ripped into a thousand bits of cloth and plastic that fell to the floor without care from the deity. The shreds were too small to be seen with the naked eye, like each individual fiber of his clothes had been precisely destroyed by a million tiny scissors, cutting away at the fabric with uncanny accuracy. Not even his underwear was spared, as his member hung flaccid for inspection. He desperately wanted to move his arms and cover it with his hands, but he could not, and was powerless to Tapu Koko’s merciless gaze. The sheer embarrassment caused him to turn erect moments later. 

Tapu Koko didn’t seem to care about his new stiff part, instead moving him around even more to inspect his entire body. The soles of his feet, his butt, his armpits. It even made him open his mouth to check his throat.

W-What is it doing this for!? Ash thought as Tapu Koko let him finally close his mouth, at which point it went totally numb again. He could barely think at all as the brutal inspection, almost an autopsy, by the deity continued without interruption. Finally, after what felt like many hours of pointless staring, and uneasiness, the deity was satisfied, and began the second phase of the enactment. 

He dropped Ash to the floor, where he splayed out like a puppet with his strings cut. He glared up at the Pokemon, but it didn’t seem to care as it began to glow pink again. The mist around the young man began to move closer and closer to him.

W-What the hell? Ash thought, his eyes wide as he saw the mist move all around him, blocking everything except Tapu Koko from view. How is Tapu Koko doing this? At this point, however, the relevance of how the deity could accomplish such a task was unimportant, at least in comparison to what he was going to do next, which was still shrouded in mystery. Soon, though, the mystery would be slowly revealed to Ash. As his body was enveloped by the pink fog brought about by the unusually powerful Misty Terrain that had been cast, he could feel his body changing. It felt as if the fog seeped into his pores, invading his body through every available orifice that they could find. He coughed as he felt it flood into his mouth and nose, his eyes watering as his tongue lit up. 

GAH! It tastes like pure concentrated sugar! He thought, blinking the tears out his eyes as it just kept heading into his body. He laid there for a good two minutes, which felt like an eternity as more and more mist flowed into him. Eventually, the wall of pink that surrounded him began to thin, as it all had gone inside of him, just as Tapu Koko intended.

Ash regained his motor skills shortly thereafter, and was able to stand up without issue, despite his legs shaking like they were made of jelly. However, Pikachu was still out of commission. Steadily, he got up on the altar, his eyes filled with rage as he stared at the guardian Pokemon hovering above him.

“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!?” he shouted at the top of his voice, a bit of pink mist flowing out of his mouth as he spoke.  The sheer breath of anger swirling through his mind was more than could be put into words. He wanted an explanation, though he knew he would never get that. Even if they could speak, the Tapus were mysterious and otherworldly entities that did not care how their actions impacted others. “IS THIS YOUR IDEA OF SAYING GOODBYE!?”

However, he would soon get an explanation, as he felt his body begin to change. 

“WHAT, AREN’T YOU GONNA….” Ash stopped his shouting mid-sentence as a wave of vertigo suddenly washed over him and he felt his legs shake even more. He stumbled and managed to grab onto one of the many statues that lined the area around the altar, the world around him tilting slowly, like a see-saw going back and forth. His head began to turn, as his mind grew heavy, and he could barely stand up once more, but he held himself up. 

While the young Champion experienced the closest thing he would ever come to a drunken stupor and a hangover, his body was changing. His legs shook and trembled as they began to grow. He shot up, gaining a few feet in height, ridding him of the short height that had hounded him since he was 10. Despite this rather big change, he barely noticed it, as the world kept spinning around him.

“Guah…. W-What are you doing to me?” Ash asked Tapu Koko, looking up at him. Despite everything spinning, the island deity was perfectly still in his vision, like an anchor in the swirl of colors. A cosmic constant in the sea of uncertainty and relativity. 

As he stared at the guardian, his next change began. He groaned and moved his hand to his arm, scratching it “W-Why does it….” he muttered as an itch unlike any he had ever felt washed over his entire skin. It came from every single inch of his body at the same time, as if he’d been dunked in a tub of poison ivy. His groggy eyes prevented him from noticing it, but each scratch he made was flaking off more and more of his skin, and in its place, a tanner complexion was poking through. Ignorant to this fact, he scratched all over his body, desperate to make the damn itch stop. He did it on his face, his arms, his legs, even down at his groin, flaking off his pale complexion as he went. Soon, his fair skin, that he had never been able to tan without getting a severe sunburn, had become a deep tan that any beachgoer would kill for in an instant. Soon, the young Champion stood in the altar, with a tan that made him look like a bona fide Alola local, and he let out a sigh of relief, as the itch was finally gone. However, the changes were only just beginning, as he felt the skin get tighter on his body. In reality, the skin wasn’t shrinking, but his muscle mass was growing. 

“GAH!” he groaned, going cross-eyed as the sensation spread out from his torso to his limbs, like lava running under his skin. Indeed, each muscle of his body grew much larger than it had been before. He’s skinny, twig-like build was slowly disappearing as a muscular torso formed. Despite the lack of a six pack, he had a physique that would make most guys jealous, with his chest feeling more like a block of wood than soft human flesh, bulging out by layers of fat. Speaking of hard things, his penis got an upgrade as well, as it grew to be three times its original erect height. The shaft towering over the landscape, tall enough that he could nearly bend down and suck it himself, through his body, though he was still too dazed and confused to attempt such a task. A few bits of hair he had puffed into a small bush that he normally would never keep, and likely was going to be shaved off as soon as he got the chance. Unconsciously, he reached down to it, and a shiver ran down his spine as soon as his finger touched the top of the shaft. Not only had it become taller, but more sensitive as well. It sent ecstasy through him like he had never felt before, and he found himself wrapping his hand around it, despite the vertigo still going strong.

“Gyah….W-Why are you….” he moaned, his face going red at the fact he was grabbing his rod in front of the Island Guardian, but it didn’t seem to care. Just as he thought the changes had finally come to an end, he groaned as he felt his scalp itch, just like his skin. “O-Oh fuck….” he moaned, as he unconsciously gripped his shaft tighter when he felt the itch begin, “N-Not again…” He trembled, letting go of the statue that kept him standing. 

The wave of vertigo that washed over him sent him to his knees, his now longer cock slapping against the ground as he landed, sending yet another wave of ecstasy through him. The itch on his scalp grew more and more powerful and he reached up with his free hand, scratching it as hard as he could. He gasped as he felt it slightly helping and he finally managed to let go of his new enlarged member, letting it flop freely onto the wooden floor. That sent even more shivers through him, but at this point, he didn’t care. He brought both hands up and started scratching his head as hard as he could, closing his eyes to try and escape the wave of colors.

As he scratched, he didn’t notice as his hair shifted and morphed beneath his now tanned fingers. The smooth, clearly well-groomed raven locks changed as his digits passed over them, becoming stiffer and losing the shine of the years of care and washing. Instead, parts of it began to glimmer as bits of sea salt began to form in between the individual follicles. The smell of the sea, something he had barely touched in all his time attending the Pokemon School, was now permanently etched onto his hair.

As this was happening to the hair on his head, the hair on his arms and legs also began to appear. Despite him being a diligent shaver of his body hair, the changes that Tapu Koko was doing to him didn’t matter, as body hair began to sprout on his arms, legs, and armpits. Like the hair on his head, bits of sea salt were in it. While he may choose to shave them when the procedure was complete, the result was still going to be the same. 

“Hah… hah…” Ash gasped for breath, bits of pink mist exiting his mouth as he did so,, exhausted from the constant changes that his body had undergone. Winded, and begging for relief, he looked up to Tapu Koko with a new ire. Here was the guardian deity of the island he had lived on for much of the past year, whom he thought he had a decent connection with, defiling him as if he were merely a plaything. Little did Ash know that the link that he believed he had with Tapu Koko was still alive and well, and only growing, for the deity did this for the young Champion’s own good, and for his own salvation. 

“W-What the hell?!” he gasped out, but before he could say anything else, he felt the last of his physical changes come in, as his throat began to tighten and his eyes burn as if he had just had onion juice dropped into them. “F-fuck” he gasped out, as his larynx was shifted and morphed like clay. A few tears escaped his closed eyes as they too burned, changing to match the image that Tapu Koko had in his brain. He gasped, as the blockage and burning both disappeared as soon as they came. 

He blinked and opened his eyes, which while he couldn’t see them, were now a deep sapphire blue as opposed to the dark brown he had been born with. 

“W-What did you-” his eyes went wide as he spoke. His voice sounded different than before. A slight bit deeper, with an accent, he heard others around the island speak with and it sounded slower. Like the voice of someone who barely cared about whatever he was talking about. The voice of the Alola region itself, calm and tranquil, going with the motions, smooth like the waves lapping against the beach, or the wind through the trees, barely making a motion in the leaves they passed through. “What the hell did you do to me!?” he shouted in his new voice, which despite the rage he had built up inside him, sounded more like he was annoyed.

Tapu Koko had little sympathy for the Champion, as the process was not yet complete. Misty Terrain was cast once more, enveloping the altar in the sweet, pungent fog. Knowing better this time, Ash attempted to run, breaking into a full sprint for the door. However, Tapu had expected this, and the mist began to move on its own again. It flew towards the door, flowing and moving less like smoke and more like water. It filled the door and windows, enveloping the entire area around the altar in pink smoke.

“That’s not gonna stop me” Ash muttered as he took a deep breath and covered his mouth and nose. He kept sprinting at the door. Only to smack into the fog, which felt like a wall of bricks and sent him tumbling onto his new tanned ass

“W-What the hell!?” he groaned, rubbing his newly muscled arm as he stared at the door in shock. The fog seemed to loosen as it began to slowly pour back into the room washing over him in seconds. He tried to stand up, but the fog grabbed him like a claw and refused to let him get up from the seating position he was in.

As he struggled to resist the fog and Tapu Koko, he took in more and more air, inadvertently breathing in the fog. This mist, however, was different from the mist that had enveloped him earlier, changing his body and his voice to fit the needs of Tapu Koko’s design. The fog he now found himself in, once it reached inside his body, acted on his mind rather than his body. As he inhaled, the fog entered his lungs, reaching his bloodstream, to be pumped through his body by his heart. Carried by his blood, the molecules accumulated in his brain, making changes as the gods saw fit. 

He groaned as he felt a splitting headache form, grabbing the side of his head as more of the fog seeped into his skin, his ears, his nose, and any other orifice it could find, just like before, with more and more of it heading into his brain with each passing second. His blood became so oxidized with the Misty Terrain that it turned a pale pink color, rather than the dark crimson that normal blood was. 

“AGH!” he groaned, pulling on his now dirty hair in a vain attempt to distract himself from the pain of the fog seeping into each neuron of his mind. The splitting headache felt like each fog molecule was pulling and tearing at each individual brain cell in his mind, especially his memories. As the seconds passed, his thoughts began to slow. After a minute of breathing nothing but the fog, he lowered his arms to his sides, staring blankly ahead as he breathed in more and more. 

The fog had filled his head completely by the point, leaving no part of his body that wasn’t totally saturated in the noxious pink smoke. Tapu Koko nodded as he saw that he had stopped struggling and waved its arm, the fog lifting above the transformed young man. He didn’t move, despite the chance at freedom. All he did was sit there, breathing in and out deeply, small bits of fog seeping out of his mouth and nose as he did so. Inhale. Exhale. The breaths were slow and repetitive, like a smoker taking a drag from their cigarette. 

The Guardian Deity looked over its handiwork quickly, making sure that it wasn’t missing any details before moving on to the next part. After finding no flaws, it waved its hands hagin. Bits of the fog flew down to his body and wrapped around certain parts of his body. First, they wrapped around his waist, crotch, and thighs. From the pink mist, light blue fabric began to form, tightly wrapping around his groin and the tops of his legs. When the fog dissipated, a new pair of tight swim trunks were revealed. The fog moved up to his torso, again forming cloth beneath it. This time, it cleared up to reveal a white and blue jacket, the type that basketball players wore. On the back was a cartoon picture of a Gyarydos. The jacket formed with a zipper already broken, as it would never need to be closed. The last bits of the fog, which had formed around his neck, evaporated leaving behind a thin golden thread that wrapped around his new muscular neck, connecting to a shrunken dive ball that now hung loose right in between his pecs. 

With the Champion properly clothed, Tapu Koko began the penultimate step in the process. The pink fog now fully enveloping his brain, now acted on their master’s wishes, pulling at the neurons until there was nothing left to take. Quickly, Ash was left a motionless, amnesiatic trainer, unaware of what was about to happen to him. As quickly as they had taken the memories from him, the fog returned them to him, but with major changes to his past and his present, and to his upcoming future. 

New memories were carved into the now empty mind, memories that presented his life in a far different light than had actually occurred. Gone was his life in the Kanto region, his birth, his mother, his friends, his rivals, his accomplishments. All of it was taken from him and rewritten to reflect a new life that he would begin in the Alola region, according to the wish that Ash himself had given to Tapu Koko. No longer would he be known as Ash Ketchum, son of Delia Ketchum and an unknown father. 

He blinked as a new name was carved over the old one, which evaporated into smoke a few seconds afterwards.

“Satoshi….” the young man muttered as the name formed “Kukui…”

That was who he was now. Satoshi Kukui the proud first-born of Professor Kukui and his first marriage. Raised in the grand traditions of the Alola region, he wasn’t exactly what would be called an amazing trainer. He barely knew how to battle, but he made up for it with his love for the outdoors and the natural splendor of the islands he now called home. An insatiable love for the sea and all that was in it, he became an avid surfer, diver, and swimmer. Apart from that, he was a cyclist, hiker, and mountain climber. In keeping with the traditional Alolan warrior motif, he was also steeped in the customs and rituals of the region, being a dancer like Kiawe, and a potential future Kahuna or Trial Captain, if he could get his Pokemon battling up to snuff that was. 

He smiled as the light behind his eyes dimmed slightly. Satoshi wasn’t known for his brains. In fact, he was known to be a lovable idiot who didn’t really care about things beyond his interests. He cared about the outdoors and his friends, but he turned away from his father every time the professor started going on one of his lectures about Pokemon.

Memories of entire weekends spent on the beach, board in hand as he surfed every waking moment, of going hiking on his own with nothing but berries and water just for the fun of it. Dancing at the top of the mountain, the fires blazing with the love of his life, their skin charred by the ash and the sun. 

He blinked, a bit confused by that “Boyfriend?” he muttered slowly. The fog however, fixed that confusion in an instant, as it carved a name and a face to go along with that term. A man his age, with dark skin and pointy black and red hair. Kiawe’s face stared back as memories of the two dating were flooding into his now forming brain. Intense flirting, kissing, and more intimate activities were permanently etched into the fabric of his mind, and his imagination was even tinkered with, as he began to believe he constantly imagined their wedding, in all of the traditional pomp and circumstance that the Alola region could muster. He smiled dopily as he reveled in the life he was to have with Kiawe. 

The dark-skinned trainer was a sucker for the dim surfer, and he was always the one to take charge and make decisions, something that Satoshi loved about him. He hated making choices, so he’d happily defer to his boyfriend no matter what the topic. It was mostly thanks to Kiawe that he'd even been able to graduate from his dad’s school. And thanks to him he enrolled at all, since the moment he saw the Fire-Type trainer, Satoshi wanted to be as close to him as possible. Even though he saw himself more as a Water-Type trainer, the mixture was surprisingly harmonious. The two had hit it off immediately, and had only grown closer as time passed on. When Satoshi came out to Kiawe, nervous as he didn’t know if Kiawe was even capable of returning the feelings, he was elated to find that Kiawe shared them, and the two sealed their love with their first kiss. Ever since, it has been a fairy tale love affair through and through. Though Satoshi was always trying to convince him to take it further.

He giggled as he felt his member get hard in his trunks as the thoughts of his boyfriend passed through his brain. The fog moved to fill the rest of it.

Memories of going into town with his dad, the malls, and exploring all of the islands, getting an exclusive tour of the Aether Paradise, and learning about the legends of the sun and the moon, and the Tapus themselves. Praying the deities, and keeping his mind towards the traditions. Of being the big dumb wall of muscle that kept Team Skull from bothering the school simply by hanging around. Of sneaking off alone to spend nights under the stars and indulging in personal times as he did. Spending hours upon hours just cleaning and polishing his custom made surfboard, something he spent years saving money for. All in all, he was shaping up to be the quintessential Alolan young man. 

With his mind perfectly formatted to fit the new life that Tapu Koko had crafted for him, there was just one thing left to do. To this end, the deity cleared the fog, and allowed the young former champion to stand up of his own accord. Still entranced by the deity, he walked forward slowly, lazily. His eyes clouded and droopy, barely able to hold themselves awake as he stepped up to the descending deity. The two came face to face for the first time. A Z-Power Ring had materialized on his wrist, and Tapu Koko summoned from within a crystal for him to use. Tapunium Z materialized in front of him, and was presented to Satoshi Kukui.

Dutifully and mindlessly, he took it without issue, and slotted it into place on his Z-Power Ring. Power surged through him and Tapu Koko, and he instinctively performed the dance that was necessary to fully activate its power. His body moved methodically, like it had performed the routine many times before, even though it had not. His brain was still settling, so he barely registered what he was even doing as he finished the pose, energy flowing out of him and into Tapu Koko. The deity smiled and flew upwards, and out of the Ruins of Conflict, the energy flowing out of it as it used Z-Misty Terrain. The ground shook as another, even bigger bubble of pink energy formed and blasted outwards. It was massive, so big that it covered Melemele island in mere seconds before spreading outwards to the other islands, fog rolling along with it.

Before anyone had time to react, the bubble of mystic energy had enveloped them already, quickly and methodically rewriting their memories and experiences should they have ever had contact with Ash Ketchum. Those memories were changed for those relating to Satoshi Kukui, if it was even necessary to supplement the memories in the first place. Many were erased, while some had their entire lives rewritten to fit the new narrative, notably those that were especially close to the former Champion, such as Kukui and Kiawe, and the rest of his classmates. Some things were altered to match the new reality. The Pokemon League evaporated into the fog, as the new Kukui never had time to travel the world. A trio of idiots was teleported out of Alola by the wave, never to know what exactly happened. And a belt of pokeballs back in the village changed, the pokemon inside them morphing to match their new trainer.

Satoshi just stood there, swaying in place as Tapu Koko flew back down and looked over his new creation with a smirk. Before Satoshi could even blink, the Guardian tapped him on the head, and the surfer fell asleep instantly, falling over like a sack of berries.

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“Guh” Satoshi muttered as he slowly opened his eyes, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. “W-Wha….” he mumbled as he looked around, his dull eyes showing his confusion at his surroundings “What am I doing in the altar..? I don’t have to come here till morning…” the surfer pulled himself up onto his feet, looking around for any sign of things out of the ordinary or for a reason he’d come here in the middle of the night. “Did I leave my fire pole here or something?” he muttered as he ran his fingers through his salt-matted hair.

“Pikachu?” a chirp came from behind him. 

“Kahului!!” he gasped, seeing his buddy on the ground unconscious. He picked up the Mouse Pokemon, stroking him until he came to. The yellow mon opened his eyes slowly, a bit of pink fog escaping his mouth as he looked at his trainer.

“P-Pika…” Kahului groaned. It didn’t take long for him to perk up after locking eyes with his best friend and trainer, “Pikachu!” the mouse cried out, climbing back up onto Satoshi’s shoulder. 

“Hehe… glad to see you’re alright buddy.” Satoshi giggled, “let’s get back to town.” he looked over the trail and saw all the lights, which confused him “Wait, are we having a party?” he asked, confusion clear on his face. He looked at his pokemon, “Is there a reason we’d be partying?”

“Chu…” the Pokemon muttered, shaking his head with a smile on his face as he got a reminder of his trainer’s lovable idiocy.

“What?” Satoshi asked, “Dude, don’t hold out on me! I need to know if I have to go do a dance or something!” he said as he started jogging back to Iki Town. “What’s going on?” 

Satoshi got his answer soon enough, as the moment he passed through the gate to Iki Town, he was blindsided by an uproar of cheers and applause and congratulations. 

“Happy Birthday!” They all cheered. Everyone of his classmates had ambushed him the moment he came into town to congratulate him. He was completely caught off guard, and completely forgot what day it was. 

“B-Birthday?” he muttered, blinking, “I-It’s my birthday?”

“Course it is, ya dumbass” Gladion said, shaking his head as he walked up to Satoshi. Despite his language, it was clear from his body language he didn’t mean anything bad by it. In fact, part of his body seemed to tell him he was up for some “reconciliation” later in the day. 

“But why the big ass party just for my birthday?” the dumb surfer asked, scratching the back of his head, “I didn’t think it was reason to break out the bonfire….”

“Wow, you’d forget how to blink if your body didn’t do it on its own.” Sophocles said with a small chuckle as he walked up to him with a plastic cup in hand, “You remember that you finally beat old Hala, right?”

“Um...yeah!” Satoshi said, a nervous smile on his face, “Maybe that’s why I was in the ruins. Must’ve been praying or giving thanks or something.” 

“Damn you already forgot why you were at the ruins too?” Mallow chuckled, already drunk, “You really aren’t going to go far with a brain like that, Satoshi. Have you thought about having Sophocles and Gladion and Kiawe tutor you?”

“I tried,” Sophocles said with a sigh “He’s a lost cause, believe me. He has a talent for tuning things out that I didn't think was possible.”

“Talent?” Gladion said with a chuckle, “I’d call it a reflex. Each time you start talking about something semi-technical you can see his eyes glaze over and start thinking about fucking Kiawe and his ass dancing!”

“H-HEY!” Satoshi shouted, blushing, “I-I think about other things beyond sex!”

“We didn’t bring up sex…” the three said with a smirk 

“Um…” Satoshi muttered, his face going even more red

“So, if you don’t only think about sex, what else do you think about? Surfing?” 

“Biking?” Sophocles continued.

“Cleaning your board?” Gladion finished, “Hiking? Dancing? A combination of all of the above?”

“...shut up guys…” Satoshi pouted, clearing having been defeated, “Okay fine I’ll do better. Put money on it! I’ll have all of the Kahunas defeated by this time next year.” 

“I’ll take you up on that bet.” Gladion smirked, shaking his hand, “Easy money right there.” 

“I wouldn’t bet on that.” a new voice entered the fray. Satoshi turned, his eyes beaming to see the familiar face of Kiawe walking towards them, “Sorry I’m late, I had something I needed to get at the last minute.” 

“Kiawe!” Satoshi ran up to his love, wrapping his arms around the sunburnt islander, giving him a kiss right on the lips. “I was wondering where you were.” 

“Heh, of course ya were, big guy.” Gladion chuckled, “We all know you’re hopeless without your boyfriend around.” he smiled at Kiawe, “You scored with this guy. I’ve never seen anyone so head over heels.”

“Heh,” Satoshi chuckled, wrapping one of his arms around Kiawe as Kahului hopped off his trainer’s shoulders. “What can I say, I’m irresistible.”

“That you are pal.” Sophocles laughed, holding up his drink to propose a toast, “To Satoshi and Kiawe!” 

“Here here!” the crowd chanted, hoisting their cups in the air in support. Satoshi and Kiawe watched as they dispersed and chatted amongst themselves, ready for the festivities to really get underway. Presents, bonfires, dancing, drinking, battling. All of it was going to be on full display for the birthday boy and his boyfriend.

“Hey.” Kiawe muttered to his boyfriend, “Wanna head off for a few minutes?”

“Um, but what about the-”

“Shh...” Kiawe said, putting his finger on Satoshi’s lips. The tanned surfer shivered as he felt the other man’s finger on his skin and stopped talking instantly, “We’ll be back by then. They can’t very well start dancing without their best performers, can they?”

“Heh, yeah…” Satoshi said, nodding as he followed his boyfriend away from the party. They headed down the hill, away from the lights of the party to a small abandoned spot on the nearby hill, far enough away that the noises of the party were distant. “So...what do you wanna do?”

“This.” Kiawe said as he grabbed Satoshi’s jacket and slipped it off, tossing it aside with a smirk, Not missing a beat, Satoshi smirked and took off the rest of his clothes, while Kiawe did the same. The two standing buck ass naked in the Alolan night, in the tall grass of the fields, they embraced. Macking on each other with reckless abandon, wrapped around each other like two Ekans. Kiawe took the initiative and knocked Satoshi down, who landed on his back with a giggle as his boyfriend threw himself on top.

“Heh, Don’t think I’ve ever seen you this into it.” the surfer himbo chuckled as he ran his fingers through his lover’s hair.

“Heh, what can I say?” Kiawe muttered as he grabbed Satoshi’s cock, “I couldn’t think of a better night to do it. Call it a congratulations fuck.”

“As opposed to a you tried your best fuck?” Satoshi chuckled, remembering the last few times he challenged the Kahuna ended in a similar scenario, as Kiawe tried to cheer him up. They would spill their cum to lighten the mood, and today was no different, except that there was actual reason to celebrate this time. 

“Oh most definitely.” Kiawe licked his lips, before recklessly and violently shoving his erect and well-toned cock straight into Satoshi’s perfect ass. No matter how many times Kiawe reamed the young surfer, his ass never lost its tightness.

“GYAH!” Satoshi moaned, his eyes nearly rolling into the back of his head as pleasure shot through his body. He smiled and grabbed Kiawe’s ass, giving it a good squeeze, “Keep going!” he begged, as his fingers wandered up his boyfriend’s toned butt towards his own rectum. 

“W-Wasn't planning to stop!” Kiawe said as he pumped hard onto his boyfriend’s ass. They moaned like dogs as they enjoyed the sex in the night sky. Only the stars were watching them as they did their duty in the heat of the moment. Satoshi’s cock throbbed with excitement, and Kiawe’s was pressed down by the force of his boyfriend’s exceedingly tight asshole. 

Soon, the two buckled and blasted out at the same time, as if they were coordinated to do so. Satoshi’s eyes went wide as he was filled by his boyfriend, who got a big splat on the chest in return.

“Hehe… you know what they say about couples who climax at the same time?” Satoshi smirked, moaning as he felt Kiawe pull out.

“No? What’s that?” Kiawe raised an eyebrow, panting as he laid next to Satoshi on the grass. 

“They’ll be together forever.” Satoshi smiled, reaching over to give his boy a big fat kiss. In the process, he pulled him down to the grass as well, and the two wrapped around each other once more, frolicking the night away in the grass. Time passed more slowly for them, and the party drifted away in the back of their minds. The two could spend the rest of their lives in that moment, and nothing else would matter.

After around twenty minutes, the two separated and looked at each other, panting and smiling.

“Right…. We should probably head back… They’ll need us for the dance soon.” Kiawe panted.

“Heh yeah. Though we should go get cleaned up first,” Satoshi said with a giggle as he pointed at their chests, which were painted with the results of their love-making.

“Huh, fair point,” Kiawe said, smirking as he got up, “Race ya to the ocean. Looser bottoms for the next month!” he said as he took off.

“HEY! NO FAIR!” Satoshi shouted as he got up and chased after him, a dumb smile on his face as he was more concerned with staring at Kiawe’s ass than winning the race. Even though this reality had been fabricated that very night, it was more real than anything that had come before or since to him at this moment. And he wouldn’t trade that for anything.

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[newchangestf]

I listened to curse forced gay hypnosis for months and it turned me completely gay I was 100 percent straight before now men are so sexy everything about them

Another over confident straight man. What did you think would happen listening to that? Your sort are always so sure in their sexuality, so arrogant.

Once upon a time you'd find some hot chick to bang most weekends. Now look at you. Obsessed with worshipping men and finding another cock to scratch that insatiable itch in your ass.

Lucky for you dumb horny himbos are always popular.

[messingwithjocks]

I pulled his ears and his mind went blank, just as the hypnotist said it would -

-Now let’s have some fun, robot boy!

-Yes master

[bmbochangetales]

God I spent too much time scrolling tumblr. Some how I ended up in the weird part. Like bimbos, himbos and stuff. Like hypnosis? Is that’s even real? What am I doing here? I got to log off.

But this spiral is so pretty. I have a few more minutes to be on tumblr I guess. Look at the way the colors swirl around and around. I feel so calm. Just a few more minutes. just focus on the spinning. Pretty colors.

Why is my shirt off? When did I take my bra off? I need to get dressed but maybe just a few more posts. Oh, look at these pretty pictures flashing. Just a few more minutes. The pictures are sooooo interesting. Is there words there?

My boobs feel so soft…..sensitive. Why have I never played with them before? Must massage them. Must squeeze them. Must bounce them. They’re growing. Oh god…… so big. I look ridiculous……must play with big boobies. I have a few minutes. My tits need attention. I want them to be enormous. Good girls have big tits. I have big tits. I am a good girl. More tits. Bigger is better, Good girls have big tits. I have big tits. I am a good girl.

Oh no! I have to leave soon. But I just want to scroll more. What?......My tits are huge?!

Good girls have big tits. I have big tits. I am a good girl. Good girls have big tits. I have big tits. I am a good girl.Good girls have big tits. I have big tits. I am a good girl.Good girls have big tits. I have big tits. I am a good girl.Good girls have big tits. I have big tits. I am a good girl.

Uhhhh, what happened? Oh look, Tumblr!! Oh someone has an audio file. It's called become a good girl. What does that mean? I'm a good girl, so I think I should listen.

Relax. listen carefully. Must relax. must listen. Good girls look pretty. Good girls are dumb. Good girls are horny. Good girls are bimbos. Bimbos look pretty. Bimbos are dumb. Bimbos are horny. Bimbos are good girl. Good girls look pretty. Good girls are dumb. Good girls are horny. Good girls are bimbos. Bimbos look pretty. Bimbos are dumb. Bimbos are horny. Bimbos are good girl. Good girls look pretty. Good girls are dumb. Good girls are horny. Good girls are bimbos. Bimbos look pretty. Bimbos are dumb. Bimbos are horny. Bimbos are good girl. Be a bimbo. Be a bimbo. Be a bimbo.

Bimbo…..bimbo…..I’m a bimbo.like I need a fuck!

[legend-the-dumb-jock]

Would you be interested in turning me into a total muscled himbo? No brain, all muscles, love for all thinks jock (sweat, pit stink, protein farts, muscle tees, etc). And if I become either a total top with a big penis or total bottom with a big butt, all the better.

you want to be a dumb muscle himbo. no brain ? all that? well so be it. years of forced hypnosis has left your brain practically useless. not a thought passes through that idiot head of yours and if it does it is quickly erased by the subconscious hypnosis that is implanted there. what's even more is that you have been programmed to only know 3 things. workout. eat. and sex. Because that is what a himbo does. Your huge muscles are the envy of the gym until you try to form a sentence and nothing but drool falls out of that dumb head of yours. your big saw 16s are a true curse with how much they sweat and stink. making you clumsy and walk like a clown all the time. But you don't even noticed that. being on your knees where you have to satisfy men all the time us where you are commonly. eating the nectar of other muscle men or taking it in other ways. You're the perfect dumb himbo and all he hypnosis is really paying off. not that you are even aware of it anymore.

[resident-sean-expert]

I just rewatched episode 4 and I'm not going to lie, I'm scared of Sean's current character development.

So I know it's only the first time we've seen him this season, and we'll see him again for sure in episode 7, but after my rewatch, I really felt like I was watching a 6yo in a costume pretending to be an adult.

We all know Sean's a dumbass, right, but in this episode it's reached new heights...

So yes, it's not the first time he's acted immaturely (when he threw a tantrum in s3ep5 when no one would buy him his pillows, the fight he had with Franky in the bar in s5ep2, or simply the fact that he wanted to organize a parade with the justification of wanting to bring a hockey team back to Staten Island)

But in today's episode his stupidity was OFF THE CHART :

First he has been fired from his job but you know what, that can happen to anyone, no matter what their condition, so no big deal.

But then his memory problems are so bad that he :

-Doesn't remember he has worked at Kinko’s

-Doesn't know how to use an elevator (using the term "go-go" which sounds a bit childish instead of going up)

-Laszlo is forced to repeat simple orders to him so he won't forget :

Laszlo : "If I tell you to leave that office, then get out of the office. What do you do ?"

Sean : "Get out of the office."

Laszlo : "You got it."

And even his behavior like... doing the "Young Dumb and Full of-" joke during a JOB INTERVIEW

Or completely losing it after learning he's been fired and leaves in dramatic fashion, with ✨HIS✨ comfort toy train (given to him by his grandfather)

Sean : "I'm taking MY train, which my grandpa gave me. This place doesn't deserve me. I'm leaving."

We also see him playing with trains in the background (don't forget that he was the VP of the company at that moment) and installing a mini basketball hoop on his door.

The fact that he forgot to zipper up his fly TWICE, and can't even assemble a shelf.

In the end I don't care, all those scenes and details were funny, but the way Laszlo talked about him at the beginning of the episode was so contemptuous :

Colin : "Just hypnotize the guy so he forgets about the interview."

Laszlo : "I wish I could. He's almost brain-dead. He's hypnotized out. He's a proper idiot. Doesn't know his ass from his elbow. I mean, he really is stupid. But he's my friend. I can't let him down."

Sean : "Hey, elevator box don't go-go."

Laszlo : "You need to press one of the buttons, Sean."

HELLO LAZ ?! I mean you can shit on your bestie but I think it was way too much here lmao, full roast

Like, okay, your friend's a moron, but Laszlo even gives the impression that Sean has become a liability, and it's technically the vampire's fault that Sean is losing all his cognitive faculties.

As Laszlo pointed out, Sean is "brain dead" to the point where even hypnosis has become useless.

It's as if everyone takes pity on Sean now and tries to make him happy and obey his whims because "it's Seanieee-"

Even Nadja was tender with him in this episode (just like in the Roast episode)

We can also talk about the fact that Sean STILL sleeps in the garage, in the background after learning that he will get a job interview thanks to Laz and Colin, he's getting excited and said :

Sean : "She's got to let me back in the big bed !"

referring to his wife, bro you're telling me it's been since s5ep2 you got your bed privilege revoked 😭

I'm probably over-analyzing this, but I'm sincerely afraid of how it might turn out, especially since it means that seanzlo won't be able to be consensual anymore (since Sean will have lost too many mental faculties and Laszlo will feel like he's abusing his friend)

Idk man, the way Laszlo (and Sean gleefully) insists they're best friends... I'm not feeling it AT ALL..

I think there's a clear distinction between acting stupidly, being a himbo yk (Nandor) and outright regression, and I think Sean has crossed the line with this episode.

It's true that Laszlo and Sean are ✨besties 4ver✨ but like, whenever Sean has the slightest problem, he runs to Laz, like a kid would to a parent for help or comfort.

I HATE IT HERE, NUH UH-

Remember guys, Sean has serious daddy issues, please don't let the show go in that direction of Laszlo becoming Sean's caretaker.