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Dr. Smith: Ah, you must be Jess. I got your request online, good to meet you.

Jess [Nervous]: Good to meet you too…

Dr. Smith: Well, why don’t we take a seat in my office and we can talk a little bit about what you’re looking for from hypnosis.

They head to the office and take a seat. 

Dr. Smith: So why don’t you introduce yourself to me.

Jess: Uhm… I’m Jess, I’m a software engineer.

Dr. Smith: You’ve got an amazing body, you must work out a lot.

Jess [looking embarrassed]: I… I try to work out from time to time.

Dr. Smith: So I understand from your email that you’re looking to increase your confidence?

Jess: Yeah, I have a hard time talking to girls, you know? So I was hoping that maybe hypnosis could make me a little less anxious when it comes to meeting women.

Dr. Smith: Alright, boosting confidence. No problem. Have you had any experience with hypnosis before?

Jess: No, not at all.

Dr. Smith: Alright, so just relax and look at this spiral here.

[Insert a brief hypnosis induction from here]

Dr. Smith: …And you’ll be totally in trance in 3, 2, 1.

Jess’ eyes roll back in his head and his mouth goes ajar. 

Dr Smith: Good. Now I’m going to give you some instructions. Your brain is completely empty, right Jess?

Jess [In a blank, atonal voice]: Totally empty….

Dr. Smith: You have no thoughts?

Jess: No thoughts…

Dr. Smith: So you’ll let me think for you.

Jess: Dr. Smith thinks for me…

Dr. Smith: You’re under my control.

Jess: I’m under your control.

Dr. Smith: That’s right. And from now on, with every day of your life that goes by, you’re going to think less and less. No concerns, no worries, no smarts… You don’t need your brain anymore. Because you’re going to be a himbo. You’re going to be a stupid, braindead HIMBO. The only thing you’ll care about, the only thing that’s important to you, is your big, dumb jock body. You’ll love nothing more than showing off your muscles, dressing slutty so everyone can see your gains, devoting your life to working out and looking good. You’ll love attention, you’ll love working out, you’ll love thinking less and less until you’re nothing more than a stupid, slutty piece of walking slut meat to be ogled and objectified by anyone and everyone who lays eyes on you. And you’ll find it’s so easy to let your brain turn to mush, because it feels sooo good. Isn’t that right, Jess?

Jess: Feels… good…

Dr. Smith: That’s right. Now, for the next week, you’ll find that whenever you try to use your brain, it’ll become more and more difficult. Whenever you need to think, you’ll find that it’s much easier to just give in to your new himbo impulses. And the more you give in, the more you show off, the more you let yourself become the sex object you know you want to be, the better it feels. Do you understand?

Jess: Yes Dr. Smith…

Dr. Smith: Good. Now in a moment, I’ll awaken you from trance and you’ll find these changes very slowly starting to take effect. But whenever you hear me say the word “HIMBO,” you’ll feel yourself transforming into one twice as fast.

Dr. Smith awakens Jess from trance.

Dr. Smith: So how did that feel?

Jess: It felt really good actually… I’m like, super relaxed dude.

Dr. Smith: That’s what I like to hear. Why don’t we meet at the same time next week to keep working at it.

Jess: Yeah… bruh… [looking slightly confused] that, uh… sounds chill…

Jess exits, looking perplexed. 

Fade out. SEVERAL DAYS LATER

Scene Two. 

Cut to: A shot of Jess in the same outfit staring at a computer, typing away. 

Jess [mumbling, to himself]: Why can’t I figure out this code, it was so easy last week… So hard to focus…

His phone rings. 

Jess: Oh, hey Doctor Smith.

Dr. Smith [Off Camera, on the phone]: Hey Jess, just wanted to check in and see how things are going with you since our last session.

Jess: Actually, it’s kinda weird dude, like… my brain feels soooo foggy.

Dr. Smith: Maybe that’s because you’re turning into a HIMBO.

Jess’ eyes cross and his mouth drops open into a big dopey grin.

Jess [laughing in a dumb, fratty voice]: Huhuhuh whuuut bro?

Dr. Smith: I said it’s because you’re turning into a HIMBO, aren’t you bro.

Jess [Taking off his glasses and starting to unbutton his shirt with his free hand]: I feel funny huhuhuh. Why can’t I think duuuude.

Dr. Smith: Give in, HIMBO.

Jess: Why dis feel so guuuud huhuhu…. What’s… happening to me…

Jess puts the phone down and takes off his shirt in a rush. He begins feeling himself up, admiring his own body. 

Jess: Bruuuh I’m so fuckin’ sexy… I’m fuckin’ BIG and HOT huhuhuh….fuuuck yah dude…

FADE OUT. SEVERAL DAYS LATER.

Scene three. 

Jess enters, wearing a pair of shorts and a tight t-shirt, no glasses.

Jess: Hey boss!

Dr. Smith: Welcome back, it’s good to see you. Wow, who knew you were hiding all those muscles under your work clothes!

Jess [Flexing his biceps]: Oh you like my fuckin’ guns, yah? I’ve been gettin’ seriously YOKED lately dude.

Dr. Smith: You mind if I check them out?

He begins groping Jess’ arms while he flexes. 

Jess: Of course, bro, everyone should be mirin’ these gains… [Suddenly startled] Wait, I mean, no, no, get off of me!

Jess steps away, scared. 

Jess: Sorry, I just don’t know what’s happening to me Dr. Smith. I’m not acting like myself.

Dr. Smith: Still some resistance, I see. Well, that’s to be expected.

Jess: Wait, what? What are you talking about?

Dr. Smith: Nothing to worry about, come on, follow me.

They go back to Dr. Smith’s office and sit down.

Dr. Smith: So today’s goal is going to be reinforcement and rewarding positive behavior. Now, you said you’re not acting like yourself, right?

Jess: Yeah… it’s been super hard to focus at work.

Dr. Smith: But what about your confidence? Do you feel like you could talk to girls more easily, HIMBO?

Jess [in a dumb, fratty voice]: Huhuhuh fuck yah bro! Who wouldn’t want fuck someone who looks [trailing off]… like… me…

Dr. Smith: Alright, clearly we have a little more work to do here. [Dr. Smith takes out a watch or swinging pendant, etc and begins swaying it in front of Jess]. Now follow the [insert object name here] with your eyes. Let yourself go back to the relaxed state that felt so good last time I put you in trance… because it feels good to let other people think for you, for other people to decide for you.

Jess: Feels… goood…

Jess goes slack jawed and dumb in the face. 

Dr. Smith: I want you to repeat after me, and you will accept that every word you say is true and real. Do you understand?

Jess: Yes, Dr. Smith…

Dr. Smith: You are a stupid braindead slut.

Jess: I am a stupid braindead slut.

Dr. Smith: It feels good to be a stupid whore.

Jess: It feels good to be a stupid whore.

Dr. Smith: You’re a himbo.

Jess: I’m a himbo.

Dr. Smith: The dumber you get, you better you feel.

Jess: The dumber I get, the better I feel.

Dr. Smith: It makes your penis feel good to be stupid.

Jess: It makes my penis feel good to be stupid.

Dr. Smith: It makes your penis feel good to show off your muscles.

Jess: It makes my penis feel good to show off my muscles.

Dr. Smith: Your only purpose is to be a himbo.

Jess: My only purpose is to be a himbo.

Dr. Smith: You need to get bigger.

Jess: I need to get bigger.

Dr. Smith: You need to show off.

Jess: I need to show off.

Dr. Smith: Because you’re a brainless, stupid himbo.

Jess: Because I’m a brainless, stupid himbo.

Dr. Smith: Tell me what you are Jess. It’ll feel good to tell me what you are.

Jess [Smiling and with a laughing, jovial voice]: I’m a brainless, stupid himbo bruuuh…..

Dr. Smith: Again.

Jess: I’m a stupid fuckin’ himbo huhuhuhuh

Dr. Smith: How does it feel to be a dumb as bricks muscle whore, Jess?

Jess: Feel so good… huhuh

Dr. Smith: Now when I wake you from trance, you’ll have no memory of this session at all. But everything I’ve said will be true and even easier to accept. And the more you accept it, the better you’ll feel.

Jess: Yes, Dr. Smith.

Dr. Smith: Good Now wake up, himbo.

[Jess laughs and smiles with a dull fratty grin]

Dr. Smith: You like that, huh? You like being a stupid himbo?

Jess: Fuuuk yah dude.

Dr. Smith: I thought you said earlier you weren’t feeling like yourself?

Jess: No way dude I feel AWESOME bro! I’m SEXY, everyone wants to fuck me, huhuhuh awhhh shit I feel good. [He starts getting antsy in his seat] Who wouldn’t feel good with big tits like these?

Jess stands up and takes off his shirt. He starts flexing his pecs. 

Jess: Yooo Dr. Smith check out my fuckin pecs bro. Feel ‘em, come on, touch my tits man! Touch my big milkers brooo huhuh

Dr. Smith feels up Jess’ chest, Jess has them unflexed and Dr. Smith jiggles them around like breasts. 

Jess: You like my rack bro? These titties are fuckin double d’s bro.

Dr. Smith: Are you sure this isn’t embarrassing for you, HIMBO?

Jess has a moment of hesitation and fear, steps away with a look of horror and covers himself up with his hands. 

Jess: Wha- what are you doing to me? Stop it… I’m not… I’m not stupid!

Dr. Smith: Are you sure about that?

Jess: I’m… I’m smart! I’m… uhhh… [getting gradually confused] wait, what… am I…?

Dr. Smith: You’re a HIMBO.

Close up on Jess’s face where the second he hears the word himbo, his eyes cross and he sticks his tongue out with a look of utter stupidity. 

Jess: I’m a fuckin HIMBO!

Dr. Smith: That’s right.

Jess looks in the mirror and starts humping the air.

Jess: Look at me, I’m JACKED! Who wouldn’t want a piece of this, I’m so fuckin’ sexy! Unh! Unh! Oh yeah!

Jess starts posing in the mirror, licking his biceps, squeezing his pecs, running a hand down his abs, gripping his crotch. 

Jess: Look at these abs, bruh, they’re SICK. [He sticks his tongue out, crosses his eyes and moans]. That’s what I’m talking about! I’m a fuckin’ God!

Dr. Smith steps in and hands Jess his shirt.

Dr. Smith: Well, I think we’ve made great progress today, don’t you?

Jess: Progress… what that mean… huhuhuh

Dr. Smith: I’ll see you again next week, okay? Same time and place. Don’t you need your shirt?

Jess tosses it behind his back.

Jess: Hell no man I want everyone to see this sick body.

Jess exits without his shirt. Fade out. ONE WEEK LATER

Scene Four. 

Dr. Smith lets Jess into the house. This time, he’s wearing extremely skimpy shorts and a bro tank, backwards hat. 

Dr. Smith: Well, well, well. You sure have taken to training well haven’t you.

Jess [completely stupid, almost like an ape]: Uh-huh. Me fuckin big, bro.

Dr. Smith: Come on in, big guy.

They go to the living room. The second they enter the room, Jess strips to his underwear. 

Jess: Must… show off… look how big me is. Jess so sexy and strong.

He starts flexing his muscles. 

Jess: Dr. Smith like? Yeah? Yeah?

He begins humping the air.

Jess: Penis feel so good. Pee pee feel good. Big. Me big. Everyone want Jess. Jess sexy. Me himbo. No think just big. Pee pee good muscle goooood.

Jess goes to the mirror and begins grinding on it, making out with his reflection, sticking his tongue out and humping his oen reflection, crossing his eyes and making stupid faces. 

Dr. Smith: Well this does happen from time to time… sometimes subjects are a little too receptive.

Jess crawls to Dr. Smith on all forms and sticks his butt up to him and wags it around like a dog. 

Jess: Me want more stupid. More dumb big muscles. Huhuhuh Jess so stooopid… feel soo good….

Dr. Smith (leaning in, talking to Jess like he would a dog or small child): You want me to turn you back, you big lug? Is that what you want?

Jess: No me want dumber me himbo me big stoopid horny huhuhuh

Dr. Smith: I bet I don’t even have to put you in trance anymore your brain’s so empty.

Jess: No think brain empty huhuhuh

Dr. Smith: Listen carefully, when I snap my fingers, anything left of your brain is going to go bye bye, do you understand?

Jess (laughing): Brain go bye bye.

Dr. Smith: Brain go bye bye!

Jess: Bye bye!

Dr. Smith: You’re not even going to be a himbo anymore, you’re just going to be a muscle monkey. That’s all that’s left in your tiny little peanut brain.

Jess: Brain go bye bye huhuhuh

Dr. Smith: 3, 2, 1 [Snaps}

Jess begins hooting and hollering like a monkey, beating his chest and intermittently flexing. 

Jess: Me muscle monkey. Me stoopid. Flex, big. Muscle monkey. Pee pee feel good.[grunts like an ape] 

Dr. Smith: Now work out for me muscle monkey. You need to keep those gains big.

Jess lifts dumbbells if you have them while sticking out his tongue and crossing his eyes, groaning and moaning totally averbal. [If no dumbbells pushups are fine!] 

Fade to black.