Voice Recognition (Patreon)

Stewart stared at the screen in disbelief. Why hadn’t he thought of running the hypnosis files through voice to text before he gave strangers free access to remodel his brain? The answer came to him as he finished the thought. Because the files had pretty thoroughly instilled that the number one priority is being sexy, and confidence is key to sexy, and confidence comes from ignorance, and true ignorance can only come from avoiding analyzing facts you stumble upon. It was literally spelled out in front of him in the transcript. Just the fact that he had to manually formulate these questions and look for answers was further evidence that his brain was elsewhere, reluctantly assisting him.

It was busy keeping track of the physique of everyone he ever met, according to the hypnosis script. Busy keeping track of every exercise he could see. Was it proper form? How heavy were the weights? How thick are the arms? How many reps in his set? How many seconds per rep? How much rest? Is he drinking water between sets? Is it pure water or supplements? Are the clothes lose or tight fitting? What materials are there? What brands? What colors? What is everyone’s schedule? How big dicks do they have? Do they use liquid soap? What do they smell like?

He almost hurled the phone into the sink in anger. What a pathetic freak he had become. He looked in the mirror. Wide chest, pumped arms, waxed and bronzed, practical haircut and slinky clothes in functional materials. Fucking functional clothes. He didn’t own anything but. Not that he could fit in anymore at least. A big, dumb, sexy hunk of meat. Would he even have considered this body as sexy if asked a year ago, or was that also part of the programming? To conform to someone else’s ideals of what he should look like?

He felt disgusted with himself. Disgusted, frustrated, and horny. Most of all he wanted to get back to doing squats. Had it been worth it? The steep cut in pay when he went to part time laborer. The equal mix of admiration and contempt he sees when walking on the streets. Losing almost everyone he knew from before, as no social event or travel is more important than keeping his diet, sleep and workout schedule. He put the earbuds back in. A few more months of this and he wouldn’t care at all. He would just feel good all the time.

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