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onehairyhypnohunter: Tim didn’t know what caused it. All he’d said was, “I wish I was a real man.” But when his scrawny 19-year-old body started ballooning up and hair started sprouting across his body (except his head, where it simply fell out
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onehairyhypnohunter: He listened to the almost nonsensical audio file for hours. Nothing made sense. Over and over again the track looped. But nothing. It was supposed to make him more confident. To feel more powerful. But this was garbage. Still he
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onehairyhypnohunter: His own words - “I want to be different” - rang through his ears. Over and over and over. It was all he could hear as he stared at the man in front of him. The man who said he’d give him one wish. It was hypnotic. “I want
onehairyhypnohunter: You would think that I’d feel remorse for slipping the special salts into his bath. After all, I’d just stolen about 30 years of life from my formerly shy, trim, early-twenty-something roommate. But as as he lay there - a hefty,
onehairyhypnohunter: He didn’t have a name. Or at least he didn’t now. His name belonged to the hazy group of memories from before last week. Before the night that man had touched him on the shoulder on the dark city street. Before he’d whispered
onehairyhypnohunter: The young blond boy stared into his new Master’s eyes. He couldn’t stop admiring them. The way they sat so perfectly in the middle of his great bearded face - the face of a confident, masculine man. He wished he could be like
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onehairyhypnohunter:Dale was an annoying pencil pusher who worked at Jim’s construction company. Every time Jim walked by him, Dale looked at him with contempt. Jim could see how much better Dale thought he was than him. So it was time for Jim to make
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