“Alright, I think I got it.” Mark said after he and his jock bros huddled and decided what to do with Simon.
Mark walked back over to Simon and sat back into his chair.
“Hey, Simon. What we’re you doing again? I don’t want to waste your time or anything.”
He said.
“I was about to head over to the chemistry room to talk with the teacher” Simon replied.
“No, Simon you weren’t going over to the chemistry room. In fact, you fucking hate chemistry. Science in general. All other subjects too.” Mark told him.
“In fact, you’re name isn’t even Simon. It’s Austin. Austin Loffler. You’re on the wrestling team. One of the best ever. You’ve always been. Which means you fucking love PE, bro.” He continued.
“Yeah... I enjoy physical activities...” Austin said groggily.
“No, Austin. You don’t use lots of long words like ‘physical’ or ‘activities’ to say what you mean. You say stuff like dude or bro when you talk to people and you love swearing. It gets you seriously hard, bro. A 7-inch long dick, bro.” Mark commanded. “You’re also not too smart. A straight C- student.”
“Right... bro... wrestling...fuck... bro...”Austin said, his temporarily small Simon dick hardening.
“You’re also good bros with the football team since you used to play a lot in middle school and still train with us.”
“Train... with...football...bros....” Austin said
And to ensure his total mindwipe, the jocks had went and grabbed some wrestling gear from the lost and found. They got a disgusting cum-stained jockstrap, a cup, a sweaty brick colored sleeveless wrestling singlet, some white tube socks, and a pair of white wrestling shoes. They also snagged a bag of wrestling gear.
Mark decided to have Austin strip so he could get his new gear on.
“Hey, bro. What the fuck are you wearing?” He asked Austin.
“My favorite clothes” he replied as he pointed to his red bow tie, neon green undershirt, jeans, and teal-white plaid button-up.
“No, dude, you only like wearing sports clothes like tank tops, jerseys, jockstraps, and especially wrestling singlets.” Mark corrected him, “You hate nerdy clothes like bow ties, button-ups, and stuff like that”
“Okay...”
“Now what do you think about what you’re wearing, bro?” Mark asked.
“I fucking hate these things, bro. Where did I get this nerd trash?” He spoke, tearing off his clothes and growing them into the trash,
save for his white briefs.
Mark was exited, as the hypnosis was working very well. But now it was time to finish the job.
“Hey bro, you wanna get your gear so you can do some training? We grabbed it for you” Mark said as he handed him the jockstrap.
“Thanks, dude. I’ve been meaning to get a new jock.” Austin slipped his briefs off to reveal his dick and balls, tiny and nerdy but not for long, Mark knew. As he slipped on the jockstrap, his dick and balls grew to the 7-inches Mark had said they would. He felt such an immense pleasure, that a steady stream of cum trickled down his legs, causing them to grow as well.
Next, Austin snatched the singlet. He put it on and he began to change rapidly. His cum-soaked legs began to grow in height and in width, as Austin grew to 61/2 tall, still shorter than Mark, but taller than a couple of the other jocks, his abs started bulging, and were easily seen through the singlet. His arms grew, even putting some of the football team to shame.
Austin then grabbed the socks and the shoes and slipped them on. His lower legs became more chiseled than they already were.
His face then began to change. His hair straightened into a standard high and tight style, also changing from black to dirty blonde, and his eyes going from hazel to a sky blue.
“Hey, Austin, dude?” Mark began swinging the watch again to put him back into trance, “This is you, and it always has been, bro.” Mark then snapped his fingers, and released Austin from trance. The other jocks decided to get a headstand on their training and left early, leaving Mark and Austin there by themselves.
“Fuck.... my back hurts, bro. I must’ve torn something during practice today.” Austin said as he sat down onto one of the benches rubbing his back.
“You still wanna train, Austin?” Mark asked.
“Sure dude!” He said standing up and digging around in his bag to find a special lotion Coach Heiden gave him for tissue repair.
“Got it!” He said as he squeezed it and poured some lotion onto his hand and went to the bathroom to find a mirror.
Austin came back out a few minutes later. “Ready, bro?” He asked Mark.
Coach Heiden suddenly came into the locker room with his brown hair in a buzz cut under a cap wearing a navy tee shirt, some grey slacks, some red sneakers, and his ID on his lanyard. He decided to say hi to the two of them, “Hey boys! Austin! You alright? You fell pretty hard during practice.” He said worryingly. “I’m alright, Coach, but we gotta head out or Mark here’s gonna be late for training. See you tomorrow for practice!” He exclaimed as they left the locker room.
Mark and Austin headed out of the locker room to the football field, they started their training regime.