Devon banged on the door, and Simon soon answered. He was wearing nothing but an undersized yellow jockstrap. His hairy chest was on full display. "Simon! What did you do! You made me hairier! Change me back!".
Simon just laughed; "No way! I'm not changing you back. In fact, I am just going to change you the rest of the way now. Trust me, you will love being a jock. Why don't you come inside and we can talk about it". Devon saw Simon advance towards him. He panicked; Devon turned and tried to run. Simon was much faster and caught Devon almost immediately. HE brought him inside, shut the door, and pinned him to the floor.
Simon pinned Devon's body down with his enormous body. "No Simon, you tricked me! I don't want to be a jock!", Devon pleaded. He struggled with his average sized muscles, which were much bigger than before, but it was no use. Simon was 6 and a half feet tall and built like a tank. Simon hairy, veiny forearms pinned Devon down with great ease.
Simon flashed a dumb smile, with his scruffy face. "Dude, Devon, you will love being a jock. Trust me. I used to be just like you. It really is for your own good! Plus, you like halfway their already. Your not a nerd anymore with your stinky pit hair bushes or your bigger dick. But, we can do a lot more! Pretty soon your going to be our new wrestling captain, bro!".
Devon was disgusted, humiliated, and terrified. He was pinned down by a hairy jock wearing nothing but a yellowed, bulging jock strap. Plus, Simon's body odor was putrid! Devon was very frightened about what Simon was going to do to him; his worst nightmare would be to lose his IQ, becoming a stupid musclebound, smelly jock like Simon.
As Devon protested and struggled, Simon shifted his weight, pinning Devon down with only one of his strong hairy arms. Simon took his other arm and fished in his gym bag on the floor next to him. He pulled out a gold watch.
"This", Simon said, gesturing to the watch in his hand, "is a hypnotist's watch. Since you don't want to become a wresting jock willingly, were going to need a little help". Devon's eyes went wide with fear and Simon began to slowly swing it.
"Stare into the spinning watch, Devon". Simon kept repeating slowly, in his deep commanding voice. Devon couldn't help but look at it, no matter how hard he tried to look away. His struggles slowly died down until he was motionless, staring at the watch, slowly swinging back and forth.
"Can you hear me Devon?", Simon asked. "Yes", he replied in a monotonous voice.
"Good. Now, Devon, please tell me what your favorite things to do are?"
"I enjoy playing computer games, chemistry, mathmatics, and programing", Devon droned out.
"WRONG! That is the old you. The new you will be a powerful, horny, hairy wrestling jock. You love nothing more than working out and wrestling, pumping and humping, jacking off, and hanging out with your bros".
Devon's head felt heavy, uncomfortable. His mind and thoughts were rearranging themselves. His mind was deleting his old nerdy persona, leaving behind a strong jock.
"Yes Simon, I love fucking and wrestling".
"Good, good". Simon said. "And Devon, you love getting huge and strong, having big muscles. Your body is average for now, but you want nothing more than to get bigger. You also would love to have a big cock and you would want to show it off and use it any chance you get. Likewise, you will love being so hairy. Your not that hairy now, but you want to be the hairiest jock in the locker room, and you would love showing your hair off".
Devon moaned as his memories changed, his goals and desires changed from academic and intellectual ones to sports and muscles. New memories also poured in about him working out and Devon growing bigger and hairier.
Simon saw it was working and he grinned. "Also, Devon, you now don't see any problem with male B.O., especially yours. Men should stink! It's something to be proud of. You earn it through a hard workout and sweat. This is the new you, Devon, give in".
Devon's head ached as his memories twisted. His new mind remembered he had always been pretty stinky, and he loved to embrace it. He loved how the locker room smelled after a hard wrestling match; like pure masculinity.
His mind was constructing new memories to contend with is old, nerdy memories. It was a war in his mind between the two, but his new jock side was winning.