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Hypnorgasm
>> #535265
Posted on 2024-02-14 08:13:17
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Story from artist:

Francis was pretty excited when his muscle hood finally arrived in the mail. It was a new invention, all the rage online, despite the very severe and unsettling warnings about using it too much.

The idea was that you would fasten the thick high tech collar around your neck, and tune it up to help you work out. The collar would send out a thick, rubbery substance, that would spread up over your head. The more it covered, the more intense the effect.
The more of your head covered by the hood, the more it would reduce your ability to think of anything except exercise. At the base level, it would suppress your thoughts and desires of any hobby other than exercise, making it easier to keep up a habit of working out regularly.

At higher levels...well, higher levels weren't recommended.

The hood was a massive success for Francis. For months he kept it just tuned a little over the default setting, giving the hood coverage over his neck and part of his cheeks. It was a strange, but oddly pleasurable feeling. Each day he would come back after work, and have no interest in any of his former hobbies. No reading, or tv, or gaming. Just an urge to pump weights and run the treadmill. It felt really good. Seeing his body getting thicker and more jacked day by day.

He couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to turn it up higher. Each day he started tuning it just a little more. Finding his mind growing slower and more empty. Starting to call out from work to exercise more. Thinking about anything but working out started becoming difficult and uncomfortable.

Easier to just turn it up more. And more. Feel the hood spread over the back of his head, his ears, down his forehead. Got to pump. Got to work.

Finally one day he couldn't resist it anymore. After benching a massive weight, he twisted the dial on his collar all the way. Feeling it spread over his head completely. Covering his face, his eyes. The collar sending out a tendril of rubbery material to squeeze and stroke around his dick too.

His mind going completely blank and empty. There was only the pumping, pounding feeling of his massive body. He lived for muscle now. He was a complete muscle drone.
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