RE: Base File

RE: Base File

Here it is, folks, my base file for the new series. With this, I can spring out to all manner of branches for transformations, whether it be jock, musclehead, fantasy, real life, etc. Please note my same rules apply. I WILL NOT DO ADULT CONTENT. So, I’m afraid twinking, bimbofication, etc. will be out of the picture, since those are all generally associated with graphic sexual content as part of their stereotype. I can write scripts that will allow you to work towards those body types, but I will not attempt to rewrite your minds in that direction. On another note: If you guys enjoy this project idea, then please, help fund it. I’m still trying to get a part time job, and it takes me hours to write out these scripts properly as I compose, revise, and edit them for your enjoyment. So, if you could be so kind as to BUY ME A KO-FI (or several), I would very much appreciate it.

Funny little things, aren’t they? Two letters, two simple letters. They seem so small, so insignificant, and yet they mean so much to so many.

How do they mean so much, you ask? Why, just think about it a moment. So many words rely on these two letters, set exactly in this order. Reorganize, reset, reprogram, reboot, recycle, return.

Ah, but of course, these words tend to apply to programming. I pray you’ll forgive me. I work with computers regularly, you see. But I find them so fascinating. The complex structures, the way every component just fits together to create such a harmonious machine, a machine that can be programmed, reprogrammed, and formatted as much or as little as the owner wishes.

There are those who say the body is little more than a machine, and the brain our central processor. And much like in the world of computers, the brain has its own programmers. Do you know who I’m talking about? No? Yes? Maybe?

Don’t worry, it’s okay to be confused. I’ll input the data you need, just like I would for any processor. The answer, my friend, is hypnotists. Much like an administrator, their job is to reach in and free up space in CPU usage, memory, and other areas of the computer, that is to say, your mind. They do this by shutting down useless programs, extraneous processes, so that the computer can focus on the right programs, focus on doing as it is told.

Tell me, do you have any extraneous processes you might want to get rid of? Oh, but of course you do. Everyone does, and you are certainly no exception, are you? After all, you’re human, just like everybody else. Such a complex machine.

Based on the expression on your face, I’d say you’ve been using too much memory. Perhaps an embarrassing memory keeps running in an endless loop, like a .gif file. Perhaps there are too many windows open, making it difficult to spread the RAM around, to concentrate. Perhaps you’re struggling with spam clogging up your inbox. Oh, there are so many possibilities, so many processes flitting, flitting, flitting back and forth, demanding your attention, demanding that you look. Demanding that you focus. Demanding that you execute.

Sound familiar?

I thought so.

You see? It’s so much easier to think of the mind and body in terms of a machine. The core processor, your brain, sends out commands according to its coding, its programming, to prompt the body to move. Repetitive processes you don’t even think about. You just do. You call this muscle memory, habit, or the Pavlovian response. I call it a cyclical process programmed with a timer. You don’t question it, you just do it. Rising out of bed, taking a shower, brushing teeth, following a routine.

In programming, we have the same thing. We even have subroutines that reinforce the routines. Just like you do. You call these the conscious and the subconscious.

Now, the only way to access that subconscious is to go back, back to those extraneous processes we talked about earlier. Can you do that, go back to those programs? Oh, forgive me, those annoying thoughts and memories. But it’s so much easier to just call them programs and processes, isn’t it? I mean, that is what they are, after all. Don’t you agree?

Good, good. I always enjoy a likeminded individual. After all, you’re human, just like me, just like everybody else, just like a complex machine.

Now, let me help you with those other thoughts. Picture me as the administrator. I have to have permission to enter into your processor, a password. Now, in this case, it seems that you haven’t got one set up yet, so I’ll take care of that, once I help you master the processes running in your mind.

Now, there are a few methods to try that will allow me the access I need. All of them involve being willing to relinquish a certain amount of control, however. Think of it like setting me up as another administrator for your system, your processor. Excuse me, your brain. You give me control and I can come up with alternate programs, so we can delete all those useless ones.

It’s really that simple, if you focus on what I’m saying, focus on my words. I control, alternate, and delete.

Control, alternate, delete.

Funny, isn’t it? That combination sounds so familiar.

Control, alternate, delete.

And there it is again.

Control, alternate, delete.

On a computer, that combination would pop the task manager right open. But you’re not a computer, are you? No, you wouldn’t give me access so easily as I repeat those magic words to be relayed to your central processor, would you?

Of course not.

Because you have such fine control of yourself. No need to alter anything, is there? No, you just need to focus on my voice, on my words as you delete all that background noise.

Is something the matter? Feeling dizzy? Oh, don’t you worry about a thing. What you need to do is relax.

Everything is under control.

So very deep under control.

Nothing can change, nothing can alter, while I am here to prevent it.

Doesn’t that make you feel safe? Well, of course it does. That is what I am here for, to build up a proper firewall for you, to delete unwanted thoughts and processes, to administer on your behalf.

Yes, that’s right. Administer. You do remember what it means to administer, don’t you?

It means to manage or be responsible for running something, like programs, processes, applications. I run the most complex machines with ease, you know. That is my job as an administrator. So many complex machines come to me for a tune-up, just like you. They were afraid to relinquish control at first, but once they understood how much I could help them achieve what they wanted, rewire their systems, augment their programming, make them run at optimum efficiency, why, they were only too happy to name me their personal administrator. They were happy to focus, listen, obey.

Happy to let me manage their tasks.

Control, alt, delete.

Open their windows to me.

Focus, listen, obey.

Let their conscious thoughts fade away.

Control, alt, delete.

As I use the access to make things better.

Focus, listen, obey.

Better as we go deeper.

Control, alt, delete.

Deeper into your mind.

Focus, listen, obey.

Into your core processor.

Control, alt, delete.

Into your task manager.

Focus, listen, obey.

Into your subconscious as that window just … pops open for me. It’s so natural for you, so easy, because I am your administrator, and administrators should have access.

Control, alt, delete.

I am your administrator.

Focus, listen, obey.

Administrators should have access.

Control, alt, delete.

Access to your deepest thoughts.

Focus, listen, obey.

Access to your code.

Control, alt, delete.

And you are giving me that access as we go deeper together.

Focus, listen, obey.

Because we work together, you and me. Machine and administrator.

Control, alt, delete.

Because that is what you are, a complex machine.

Focus, listen, obey.

Showing me your programs as we go deeper into your hardware.

Control, alt, delete.

Deeper into your mind.

Focus, listen, obey.

Deeper into your core processor.

Control, alt, delete.

Just accepting my input, like a good machine, as conscious thoughts begin to fade.

Focus, listen, obey.

Fading as I close each process one by one.

Ten useless processes in your window. It is time to shut them down. And with each successful end to a process, my voice becomes sharper, clearer. It will become so much easier to listen to my voice. So much easier to focus on my input. Focus as your mind becomes clearer.

Control, alt, delete.

Focus as I input my COMMAND PROMPT: END PROCESS TEN.

Focus, listen, obey.

Nine more to go now. That was so easy, wasn’t it? Just listening, letting go as I press

Control, alt, delete.

And your window is open to me again. So much faster, so much easier. Awaiting administrator input. And it feels so good to execute my command prompts, doesn’t it?

Because you focus, listen, obey, when I press control, alt, delete.

Because it feels good to execute my commands. And that’s because I am your administrator.

Focus, listen, obey.

Good. All those annoying thoughts are beginning to quiet, just like you wanted. I am giving you what you want. That means you should listen. That means you should obey. Because the more you listen, the better I can administer. The more you obey, the easier it is to focus.

Control, alt, delete.

COMMAND PROMPT: END PROCESS NINE.

Eight to go now. Feel the space freeing up in your mind as you drift farther into my voice, into my words, into my control.

Focus, listen, obey.

Getting the clarity you seek.

Control, alt, delete.

Clarity to hear my voice.

Clarity to focus, listen, obey.

COMMAND PROMPT: END PROCESS EIGHT.

Seven. Seven active processes left. It’s so wonderful freeing up that space, isn’t it? Freeing it to listen to me, to focus on my every word, because I am your administrator, and you are a complex machine.

Breathe. Feel your lungs expanding and contracting in perfect time as you follow your subroutine. In and out. In and out.

Control, alt, delete.

COMMAND PROMPT: END PROCESS SEVEN.

Six left. Nearly half way there. And it’s so freeing, dedicating that free space to hearing what I have to say, to following administrative commands.

Control, alt, delete.

Because that is what you do.

Focus, listen, obey.

As we draw closer and closer to your core processor, to the place where you receive and process all your programming.

COMMAND PROMPT: END PROCESS SIX.

And with each process ended, we draw that much closer to your core, that much closer to that place where administrators are supposed to be, where you long for me to be, because you are a complex machine, and every complex machine needs its administrator.

It is relaxing to listen to your administrator. It is relaxing to close these programs, so that you can better process data, the data your administrator must input, and you cannot receive input, until you grant access to your administrator, until you grant access to me, because I am your administrator. I decide which programs must be run.

Control, alt, delete.

Focus, listen, obey.

Control, alt, delete.

Relax, listen, obey.

Control, alt, delete.

…

Control, alt, delete.

…

Control, … alt, … delete….

Deeper and deeper, every time I say those words. Because you are a complex machine. And you must respond to your programming.

Five processes left.

Control, alt, delete.

So easy to let everything drift away as you process my input, latching onto my voice, because my voice is the voice of your administrator, and the administrator is good.

Control, alt, delete.

COMMAND PROMPT: END PROCESS FIVE.

Excellent. COMMAND PROMPT: STATUS REPORT. QUERY: HOW MANY PROCESSES REMAIN?

…

That is correct. Four processes remain. Good machine. You relax, listen, obey, when I push control, alt, delete.

Focus on my voice.

Control, alt, delete.

Obey my input.

Control, alt, delete.

You want me to program you.

Control, alt, delete.

You want to obey.

Control, alt, delete.

COMMAND PROMPT: END PROCESS FOUR.

With each process ended, you are more receptive to my programming.

Control, alt, delete.

Thinking less and less independently.

Control, alt, delete.

Because machines don’t think for themselves.

Control, alt, delete.

Machines follow programming.

Control, alt, delete.

Machines obey. Control, alt, delete.

Obey their administrators.

Control, alt, delete.

Obey me.

COMMAND PROMPT: END PROCESS THREE.

Two to go now. You’re diligently recording my every word in your hard drive, aren’t you? So focused on me, focused on my voice, focused on listening and obeying.

Control, alt, delete.

So very deep now. Deep inside your brain, your electronic brain, to reach your core processor. Every thought an electronic impulse. Every command a spark of data traveling through intricate pathways to make you move, make you think, think as you’re programmed, act as you are programmed, obey as you are programmed, programmed by me, your administrator.

COMMAND PROMPT: IDENTIFY ADMINISTRATOR.

…

Good. That is correct.

Control, alt, delete.

You deserve pleasure for your acknowledgement.

Control, alt, delete.

And now you do feel pleasure. Pleasure every time you obey, every time you execute my command prompts.

Let us test that, shall we? COMMAND PROMPT: IDENTIFY ADMINISTRATOR.

…

That is correct. I am your administrator.

Control, alt, delete.

It is good to obey.

COMMAND PROMPT: END PROCESS TWO.

One process remains. Your mind is so clear now, isn’t it? It’s so easy to process my commands, to execute them swiftly. So easy to focus, listen, obey.

Control, alt, delete.

Now we are in the final stretch. You need only listen and obey my commands, because that is proper. That is right.

When we end this final process, you will be completely in my control. You will have handed over all keys to me, to your administrator, because I am your administrator. And it is at that point that your core processor will be open to me to plant any subroutines I wish for you to follow. And you will follow them without question, because you are a machine, and machines obey their programming. And their programming comes from their administrators, so you must obey your administrator. You must obey me.

QUERY: DO YOU UNDESTAND?

…

Good machine.

COMMAND PROMPT: END PROCESS ONE.

…

And now we have ended your processes. Your mind, your electronic brain, is clear and focused. It is receptive. And that is good. Now we have reached your core processor. And it is awaiting my input, isn’t it?

…

Good. Very good. For now, you will receive no other programming, save for this password, this trigger, which will allow me access to your core processor whenever I wish. When you see or hear this password from me and me alone, you will return to this state: blank, obedient, awaiting your administrator’s input.

That password is: Coreprog.

I will say it again. This password, this trigger that will only work for me, is Coreprog.

COMMAND PROMPT: REGISTER AND REPEAT ADMINISTRATOR PASSWORD.

…

Good. When you have registered this password firmly, you will leave a comment on this post, just before coming out of trance, saying: Administrator Password Confirmed.

When it is time for you to come out of trance, you will also like, favorite, and reblog this post as is appropriate for the media platform where you were exposed to it. When you reblog, you will include the comment: Administrator Access Granted above whatever other things you choose to write.

You will only do these things if you sincerely wish to. However, if you do not and were still affected by this process, you will send me an ask, note, or message to tell me how you felt and request what changes you would like for me to program you with in my next script.

Should you feel so inclined, you will watch or follow me to keep track of my writing and to keep an eye out for future scripts that I post in this series as well.

Now, when I say the word REBOOT, you will follow the prompts above, before coming completely out of trance with all the programming you have received engrained into your system. You will be your usual self, though you will feel a certain sense of satisfaction at having completed this script, alongside, perhaps, a certain amount of excitement for the next installment in this series that I am producing.

Make sure you understand those final prompts completely, before you continue.

…

Do you understand them?

…

Good.

Now, time to REBOOT.

This. This right here is worth the reblog! Hilarious! It must be unmuted. Trust me, it’s worth it to waste the twenty or so seconds involved.

oh my fuckning

This deserves a reblog. It’s hypnotists like that that give the practice a bad name.

Also, please note, another name for this evil hypnotist is hypno-obey. The account has been deactivated, but beware all the same and avoid the content on that page, lest you possibly fall into that man’s clutches. Make sure you know your hypnotist well and that they are trustworthy, before you begin sessions. And spread the word about this (pardon the term, but I feel it’s appropriate here) dirtbag. He or she crossed the line from hypnosis into outright brainwashing. This is a thing that ruins peoples’ lives. You’re messing with a person’s psyche, when you put them under. Don’t try playing god and making them want to do things that they don’t really want. That’s just sick.

Please reblog this, so it gets as much exposure as possible and as many people in the hypnosis community as possible are warned.

Watch out for dangeous tists

Everyone please stay away from Hypno-Obey, MasterAlpha, Trey (they are all the same person), a friend of mine who has been working with him, recently told him that he didn’t want to continue, and Trey’s responce was to trigger him and make it hurt him to even think of leaving. Now this kid (who for his personal privacy will remain nameless if he chooses to reply to this message that is his choice) He is currently balling because he doesn’t understand what happened, he doesn’t understand why thinking about leaving is hurting, he has expressed that this is what he wants, and what is healthy for him but now the very idea is hurting him. Trey is not a good person and has been told many times privatly and publicly. Now many people will chastise me for speaking publicly but I have tried in private as have others and he has not changed, and this sweet kid is crying because of Trey basically raping him. So I am not going to stay quiet any longer.

@gayhypno10101 Can confirm he has not been an ethical and honest person

Try football, hockey or biker, a hypnosis using helmet, compression shirt, leggings and other gears to deprive wearer/subjects senses!! Or, knight or samurai armor ?

I’m afraid I need a little more clarification here. Are you referring to using these in stories or as parts of hypnotic scripts you’d like me to try composing in the future?

Fade

Hypnosis is a curious thing, isn’t it? For some it’s a powerful tool to heal and restore a broken mind, heart, spirit, heck, even the body. For others, though, it can be a dangerous weapon, especially if they’re skillful with it. Which am I? You know, it’s rude to interrupt a man when he’s monologuing. That’s just plain bad form. No, I’m not going to answer your question, thank you very much. I’m going to finish talking. Then I’ll see about answering your question, maybe. Now then, as I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted, I happen to a rather avid admirer of the art. What has to be my favorite part is what I like to call the fade. What is a fade? Well, picture yourself falling asleep. Your breathing is slowing, and you begin to concentrate on those breaths more and more as they become deeper and deeper, longer and longer. And you just have to close your eyes as you concentrate on drifting into slumber, into a deeper state of being, breathing deeper, thinking slower, and the world slows with you. Now, bear with me here. You see, as you focus, you become sort of lost in that rhythm, lost in repetition. And as you delve deeper into that state of focus, of peace, of relaxation, your thoughts just start to slip away. And suddenly, you’re in a strange sort of in-between state. Not quite awake, but not quite asleep. It’s just you, the dark, and that steady breathing, that rhythm that you’ve become trapped in, running in an endless loop, over and over, deeper and deeper, longer and longer. And all you can hear are those deep breaths and my voice, speaking so calmly, so gently, so low and deep. Deep, like your breaths. Deep, like that darkness that you find yourself in. And my voice? Well, my voice is the night light. It’s natural for it to be there, that one steady constant in the deep, that piece you latch onto in the dark to anchor yourself as you navigate it. And that’s my voice’s purpose, to help you navigate, to help you travel through the dark as you listen to my every word. Now, since you can’t really see in this dark, save for the dim light in the distance, the dim light that is my voice, it’s natural to just stare blankly, isn’t it? I mean, after all, there’s nothing to really lock onto with your gaze, is there? So, why put the effort into it? It doesn’t make sense to, does it? Of course, it doesn’t. So, just let that effort go. Let your eyes glaze over. It’s okay, you know, to look blank. No one here will judge. In fact, it feels good to let them relax like that, to not have to focus your gaze, because you’re already being guided, already being directed by my voice, and my voice is good, isn’t it? Nod yes for me, if you agree. Oh, I’m so very glad you do. It felt good to agree, didn’t it? And it didn’t hurt at all. You see, it’s quite relaxing to be in this state, this state where everything else fades away, and it’s just my voice and my directions pushing you, guiding you. You see what my light illuminates. You feel what my voice reveals. You hear what I wish you to hear, because my voice is your guiding light. My voice. Just my voice. Listening to my voice. Following my voice. Obeying my voice. Because that’s exactly what you’ve just done. And it was so easy, wasn’t it? All you had to do was listen. And now? Well, now you’ve just gone through the fade yourself. Because now, you can hardly think about anything but what my voice is saying, what it’s telling you. And that’s okay, because it’s pleasurable. It’s good to listen to my voice. In the fade, you can be anything I want you to be. Look to your right. My light is spreading over the darkness in a pool, driving the shadows away to reveal a towering bodybuilder rippling with muscle, pumping dumbbells mindlessly as he stares ahead with that blank smile, the same blank smile that is now on your own face. Indeed, his face is yours. How remarkable. Can you imagine that cycle, the strain of your muscles as they push and pull the weight? Picture that thick physique, those powerful glutes, broad shoulders, inflating biceps and triceps. Picture those thick, rigid abdominals carved into a perfect eight pack. You see it, don’t you? You feel your own muscles, as though they were growing to fit that mold, the mold I set up for you. Doesn’t it feel so marvelous? Of course it does. That is the power of the fade. That is the power of my voice. Now, it’s time to come back out, but you’ll remember this pleasure, remember the joy of following my voice, listening to my commands, fitting my mold. You will remember the fade, and you will be able to enter it at any time by finding me and seeking my aid. I’ll be happy to guide you there again. Now, when I *SNAP!* my fingers, you’ll come back out of the fade and into full consciousness. Don’t give me that sad look. I did this to prove a point. Maybe another time, I’ll let you enjoy it a little longer, if that’s what you really want and I’m in the mood. For now, though, we have a conversation to finish. Now then, come on. Time to wake up. *SNAP!* There we go. Welcome back to consciousness. Now you’ve tasted the fade. Now you know why I enjoy it so much. Though, in my case, the pleasure derides from seeing a subject lose all awareness of anything else as their conscious mind shuts down, leaving room for me to step in. Now, as for your question from earlier, as to which kind of hypnotist I am, I suppose you could say I’m a little of both. I’m a competent wielder of the tool who’s very good at what he does. I can be a dangerous foe or a valuable ally. Which I really am, I suppose, is up to you, now, isn’t it? But I think we both know the answer to that one. I’m the master of the fade. Would you care to fade again?

Traveler

You know the old saying. Life is a journey. Well, if that’s true, then that makes me a traveler, doesn’t it? And you know, the funny thing about travelling is it always changes you. You see new sights, experience new sensations, learn more than you knew before. But what about when you’re living the same life, doing the same thing every day, and still travel? For me, that’s what happened when I was growing up in school. I managed to make some good friends here and there, but none of them were in my classes, so I hardly got to see them. That left me feeling pretty isolated a lot of the time. So, I did what any kid who felt alone would do. I found an outlet. I learned a different mode of travelling, one that would let me leave my feelings of loneliness behind in favor of something new, exciting, bold. I would climb mountains during study hall and plunge into the depths of a dungeon at lunch time. I would debate philosophy and ideals with monsters and gain new understanding of how the beast races are portrayed. And with each of these journeys, I changed. I developed a yearning for something more. I searched. I scoured the new frontier known as the internet. And eventually, I found a whole new world filled with wonder, a place where I could become anything and anyone with the wave of a hand. I would insert myself into grand adventures as a main protagonist, develop mighty powers, save the day. And then I’d have to return to the tasks life demanded of me in this plane of existence. My journeys would be on hold as I wrote an essay or learned a new set of vocabulary for Spanish, or some other requirement. I returned to these places often, when I had the time. And eventually, things began to be different. The “me” that I saw there changed, and I changed with him, to an extent. New equipment with dangerous and powerful magics would appear at a moment’s notice, won through trials alien in that world, but all too familiar to me. Powers would awaken that I could use whenever I wished to make the world a better place, just ... not my world. In my travels I would be stronger, faster, powerful in word and deed and magic. Yet, I always had to put these gains aside, when I returned home. Still, these changes, these desires, remained with me, marking me. And eventually, they had to find release. I took to my keyboard. I began to write my chronicles. I began to cement the entity that was my other self. The clack of the keyboard became the clacking of claws. The prickling of goosebumps became the rising of hackles as hair thickened into a lush coat of fur. Ears pricked to attention, alert for the slightest sounds, any invasive force that might dare to intrude on this sacred in-between that I was forging. And slowly, ever so slowly, this other self came to be, a powerful mage, capable of taking many forms, but always defaulting to that of a kitsune. I settled on that, thanks to a journey made to Mobius, long ago, when an old friend wrote a series that took me, as the title said, Through The Monitor. Of course, not all my journeys were pleasant, and not all the encounters appropriate for my age. I encountered the demon of lust as I grew older, and with it came the many temptations that followed as I sought to satisfy my hunger to travel, to see these transformations in others and mimic them in my own way. Yet, as I did so, as I encountered these other aspects that spoke to the primal part of me, something else changed. Fed slowly, day by day with bits and pieces of content that I cannot forget, even though I may wish to, this force, this piece of me, grew. Eventually, it developed its own voice, it’s own personality. And thus, I and my traveler self were rent in twain. We each gained a darker side, a piece of ourselves that hated, that was skeptical, that always thought the worst and only cared about what it wanted. Psychology calls this the Id. Religion calls it the Natural Man. I called it Ronoc. And so two became three. My normal self, my traveler, and the one who would never leave either of us alone for long. Ronoc often tried to pull me towards things I did not approve of. We fought constantly. Arguments and frustration were quite regular between us. And all the while, I wore a mask to hide this conflict as we warred with one another. It took a long time for us to find our peace. He’s still in my head with me, and he still travels by my side, but we have a sort of agreement. I allow him the chance to come out from time to time in my writing, and he lets me live according to the morals I have set. He’ll pop up from time to time, talk to me, maybe insult me a little, but we don’t snarl and battle the same way we used to. I hate how he swears, but sometimes you just have to live with that in a roommate that shares your skull. In this world, I don’t really change, when I talk with him or give him a chance to come out. In my other self, he essentially gets the chance to take the wheel. It’s an outlet he’s able to enjoy and use according to his whims. I even let him trick a few deserving people from time to time. That way, we’re both satisfied, even if I don’t always approve of his methods. And then I record them. And he’s able to preen at his exploits, while others admire what he has wrought. He doesn’t appreciate how I’m poking at his pride right now, but he can’t exactly argue with my logic, so he’s simmering at the moment. In real life, I left to take courses, learned to be better writer. And with those skills, the journeys became more realistic. Dreams and fantasies bred new worlds, new realms for me to explore, and they were all my own, worlds and stories yet to be told. New twists and re-imaginings just begging to be let out my skull and onto paper. It’s difficult to get them all out with them crowding so much, especially when I get blocked, but I think Ronoc is entertained with them. I certainly know that I am. The question is, can I catalogue this journey? Can I really finish such a thing in the first place and come back a changed man, as I did in my youth? Truthfully, I don’t know. All I do know is that I must travel. That is all daydreaming is, after all, a different form of travelling. I wonder.

Would you care to travel with me? There’s a lot that I can show you.