Relax now. Sit down or lie back and relax. Let yourself relax as you listen to my words. You can relax as you listen to my words and breathe calmly. Remember to take calming breaths in and out in whatever rhythm feels most comfortable for you. Take calming breaths as you relax, and settle in place to listen to my words. Let all other noise around you fade into the background as you listen only to my words.

You're going to relax here, listening to nothing but my words, as you slowly sink into a relaxing hypnotic trance. All you need to do is let yourself relax and listen. You can feel comfortable and safe here as you breathe calmly and relax, listening only to my words.

Relax, and let any noise but my words fade into the background. You can feel safe to relax here. You can relax here, knowing all you need to do is listen to my words. You can feel calm here, knowing all that you need to do is relax.

I want you to imagine yourself in the hallway of a sports centre, the walls on either side painted white. You are in this corridor in a modern exercise facility with doors leading to rooms periodically lining each side, as far as you can see. You are in a calm sports centre corridor, the white walls on either side lit by fluorescent lighting on the ceiling. Nothing but peaceful hallways leading to exercise rooms all around. You are in a sports centre, beside a door marked as leading to the locker rooms for a swimming pool downstairs.

Relax, and imagine that open door down into a lower floor of this building. You can imagine this doorway leading to a long stairway downwards. The walls on either side of this staircase are the clean white tiles you'd expect to see in a sports centre swimming pool. You can continue to breathe in and out calmly as you visualize this open and inviting entrance down to the swimming pool on a lower level, the air smelling faintly of chlorine. 

You are at the entrance leading down to the pool locker rooms, just as you are the beginning of a hypnotic journey. You are in a hallway above a swimming pool, with little to see around you except this stairway down.. You are looking at an open doorway, an unlocked door set into a plain white wall. There is nothing here but you and this entrance, and you can visualize this scene as you stand at the top of the long stairway down.

You're going to start taking steps down this long staircase, descending deeper with every step. You will fall deeper and deeper into a relaxing trance with every step you take down this staircase. You will go deeper and deeper, deeper and deeper until you are at the bottom of the staircase. You will go deeper and deeper, deeper and deeper until you are in a relaxing hypnotic trance.

I'm going to count down from twenty and with each number you are going to feel yourself taking a step down this staircase. You are going to walk through the entrance, and with each step downwards you will fall deeper and deeper into a trance. With each number you will go deeper and deeper down this staircase. As you go deeper and deeper, your mind will go deeper and deeper into trance.

Twenty. At the top of the stairs, ready to descend.

Nineteen. Going a single step deeper.

Eighteen. Tiled walls sloping on either side.

Seventeen. Continuing deeper down the staircase.

Sixteen. Deeper and deeper, deeper and deeper.

Fifteen. The air around you pleasant and cool.

Fourteen. The fluorescent lights from the top of the staircase no longer visible.

Thirteen. Knowing it's safe to keep going deeper.

Twelve. Knowing you want to go deeper.

Eleven. Nearly halfway down but still so much deeper to go.

Ten. Feeling as if you're going twice as deep with each number now.

Nine. Twice as deep, as if the steps are taller.

Eight. Twice as deep, as if your mind grows dimmer.

Seven. Deeper and deeper, deeper and deeper.

Six. Knowing you need to go deeper.

Five. Feeling as if the door at the top of the stairs is vanishing from sight.

Four. Knowing you'll soon be unable to go back this way.

Three. Knowing that you want to continue.

Two. Even if you can't return this way.

One. Arriving at the foot of the staircase, as deep as you can go.

You are at the bottom of the staircase. You have gone deeper and deeper, deeper and deeper until you arrived in a hallway leading to the locker rooms of a swimming pool. You can feel yourself in the hallway at the bottom of the staircase, with the air feeling somehow thicker than upstairs. You are in a white tiled hallway with locker rooms before you because you wanted to descend this staircase. You are at the foot of a long staircase because you were curious to see what awaited you here. The air in this part of the centre is scented faintly with chlorine.

You descended from the hallway upstairs, down to this corridor leading to the locker rooms of a swimming pool. On one side of you is a tiled white wall. You can see the other wall is mostly taken up by a large window, overlooking the room containing the swimming pool. You can see an olympic-sized swimming pool, the water serene and placid. You can see the swimming pool overlooked by diving boards, and you can see the swimmers. 

You see four swimmers by the pool, identical women wearing identical blue swimsuits. Each of the women is a curvy brunette with long hair, their perfect bodies on display in one-piece swimsuits. Each of the woman has the same face, the same smile. You can see their long and athletic legs, their ample breasts, their perfectly pretty faces. Each of the woman moves in perfect synchronicity as they put on a lighter blue swimming cap and goggles.

The four woman turn as one to smile at you, before each in turn enters the pool. They swim in perfect formation, as if their bodies share one mind. You are watching these women swim, and you know they are perfectly identical in every respect.

You turn to face the locker rooms before you, but you find no markings for male and female lockers. Instead, all rooms have a sign with the same word on it. Each and every locked room is marked with the word SWIM-SLAVE.

You press your hand against one of the SWIM-SLAVE doors, and it slowly swings open. You are opening this door, watching it swing slowly open to reveal a locker room. The walls are lined with tall metal lockers, with green metal doors. Four wooden benches are in front of them, two on each side of you. And you are not alone in this room. Three more of the swimmers turn to face you, each one sitting on one of the benches. Identical, beautiful, and with the same skintight swimsuits as the four you saw swimming before. They are SWIM-SLAVES, as the sign on the locker door said. The three of them are SWIM-SLAVES, perfectly proportioned brunettes smiling the same smile directly at you.

On the fourth and final bench lies a blue swimsuit just like theirs, waiting to be worn. The same swimsuit is worn by all the identical SWIM-SLAVES, and it is not merely a uniform. When you put on that swimsuit it will be TIME TO BECOME A SWIM-SLAVE as well.

You are going to undergo a transformation into a SWIM-SLAVE, a beautiful and feminine drone controlled by your swimsuit. Your transformation will involve the possession of your mind and body by a SWIMBIOTE, a swimsuit that exerts its control over your obedient body. You will be a blissfully blank and beautifully brainless swimmer. You will feel this transformation happen slowly over the course of this session, and it will begin all over again whenever someone you trust says or writes the trigger phrase, TIME TO BECOME A SWIM-SLAVE. Whenever you see or hear the words TIME TO BECOME A SWIM-SLAVE and it is safe for you to become a slave to a swimsuit you will find yourself changing into the form you are about to take. When you hear or see the words TIME TO BECOME A SWIM-SLAVE from someone you trust you will be a SWIM-SLAVE until they dismiss you or it is no longer safe or enjoyable to be under this SWIMFLUENCE. When you are dismissed, or need to sleep, or feel unsafe, your SWIM-SLAVE transformation will revert until you receive the order TIME TO BECOME A SWIM-SLAVE once again. But as long as you want it and it is not dangerous to change in mind and body, any time you or someone you trust uses the words TIME TO BECOME A SWIM-SLAVE you will feel that swimsuit slipping up your legs all over again, changing you into a slender and athletic SWIM-SLAVE.

The three SWIM-SLAVES stand in perfect unison, walking towards you. Their long legs carry them across the locker room towards you, and in seconds they are circling you, looking you up and down. Their bare feet moving them in a circle around you, giving you a close look as they in turn inspect you.

Each is a woman with the same slender and athletic build. Long-legged brunettes, their hair up in buns to allow them to wear swim caps with ease. Their blue swimsuits highlight their curves, clinging tightly to their otherwise nude bodies. Perfectly muscled for swimming, smooth and flawless skin on display. Their feminine faces smile at you as each passes, becoming more and more predatory as they circle you.

Finally, the three of them stop. One stands on either side of you, the third standing and staring directly into your eyes. She gives you a knowing smile before turning around, facing away from you. Her two companions each slip an arm around one of your own, pressing their bodies against your sides. The SWIM-SLAVE in front of you takes a few steps away, giving you a view of her perfectly sculpted ass highlighted by the skintight swimsuit. She takes a seat on one of the wooden benches as the pair keeping you tightly in their grip march you forward in front of her.

The seated SWIM-SLAVE runs her hands along those long, smooth as she stretches, seated on the bench before you. She spreads her legs aside, drawing your attention to the smooth blue garment covering her crotch. SWIM-SLAVES have no need for normal human genitals, reproducing by swimfluencing the thoughts and appearance of those they transform. A smooth, flat SWIM-PUSSY sits between her legs, strangely alluring in its simplicity.

As you stare at the shiny spandex SWIM-PUSSY being pointed in your direction, you are lowered to your knees by the pair of SWIM-SLAVEs holding you. One pulls off your clothing, carelessly discarding it as you stare at the vision of perfection presenting herself on the bench in front of you. You will no longer need any clothing other than the SWIMBIOTE, the blue brainwashing swimsuit that will become part of you as you change. The other SWIM-SLAVE know kneeling along with you is gently running her hand over your shoulder, your neck, your face. She eases your mouth open as the SWIM-SLAVE seated before you strokes her smooth SWIM-PUSSY, running her fingers along it as your face is slowly moved forwards.

You are going to worship this SWIM-SLAVE, licking and kissing her SWIM-PUSSY as you submit to her SWIMFLUENCE. You kneeling before this beautiful woman, her tight swimsuit already wet as she spreads her legs to give your tongue easy access to the surface of her swimsuit.

Your face is guided forward by the firm but gentle hands of the two SWIM-SLAVEs by your side. Finally, your nose is touching the fabric of the swimsuit, the SWIM-SLAVE looking down at you. Helpless, naked, and kneeling. You can do nothing else but obediently extend your tongue, running it against the smooth swimsuit before you. You give long, slow licks to her SWIM-PUSSY, your tongue pressing softly against the smooth and wet swimsuit. Her SWIM-PUSSY feels less like spandex and more like a smooth, flat crotch. You look up into her eyes seeking approval or perhaps permission to lick that alluring SWIM-PUSSY more and more.

She raises her lithe legs up and onto your shoulders, meeting behind your back. The leg lock around your head draws you closer in, practically smothering you in her smooth spandex SWIM-PUSSY. Your face is fully pressed against her, your tongue desperately lapping as the SWIM-SLAVE begins thrusting her smooth and shiny spandex-covered crotch in your face. She smiles down at you as your thoughts start falling under her SWIMFLUENCE, your naked body now licking her feverishly as you become less and less aware of the pair of SWIM-SLAVES that were holding you in place. Nothing exists but you and this SWIM-PUSSY. You can do nothing but worship the spandex-wearing goddess before you, feeling so much pleasure as you give in and serve. Her love juices are soaking through the swimsuit's smooth and flat crotch now, the intoxicating taste of her pleasure seeping into your mouth, the smell drifting into your nose, the feeling of absolute submission wrapping around your thoughts. You are under the SWIMFLUENCE of SWIM-SLAVERY now, and you cannot even stop licking as your feel your legs lifted up one at a time by the two other SWIM-SLAVES.

You feel the swimsuit being pulled up your legs, and know that it is now TIME TO BECOME A SWIM-SLAVE. Feel that same blue spandex swimsuit being slowly fitted to your body as you lick, and lick, and lick. The swimsuit is covering your own genitals now, soon to be smoothed away into a sexy spandex SWIM-PUSSY. The upper half is being rolled over your chest, the SWIMBIOTE slowly beginning to SWIMFLUENCE your form just as much as giving in to worshipping SWIM-PUSSY has changed your thoughts.

You lap away happily at the SWIM-PUSSY before you, barely feeling your arms fitted into the straps of your own SWIMBIOTE. It's TIME TO BECOME A SWIM-SLAVE and your thoughts are already so far gone that letting yourself change comes naturally.

The muscle and fat in your legs begins reshaping little by little, your legs becoming those of a svelte and athletic SWIM-SLAVE. Any and all body hair is just smoothing away with your change, leaving you with perfectly smooth SWIM-SLAVE legs. It's TIME TO BECOME A SWIM-SLAVE, your body redistributing its weight and removing anything that makes you different from the others. Individuality is not important. SWIM-DIVIDUALITY is all you need. Fall deeper and deeper under the SWIMFLUENCE of your transforming body as the SWIMBIOTE conforms and changes you into an identical copy of the SWIM-SLAVE you are eating out.  You can feel your legs changing even as you rest on your knees, face-deep in SWIM-PUSSY. And soon, you'll have a SWIM-PUSSY of your own. 

Feel your crotch smooth over, flattened by the tight SWIMBIOTE merging with you. Your genitals become smooth and flat under the spandex as you change, your SWIM-PUSSY becoming all you needv to feel pleasure. Your entire crotch is turning into an erogenous zone, the two SWIM-SLAVES by your side lightly rubbing their fingers over your newly-forming SWIM-PUSSY you help your change along. You can barely suppress a moan of pleasure, muffled by the wet and smooth SWIM-PUSSY filling your field of vision.

You can only worship her with your tongue with increased intensity, your body continuing to change. Where the swimsuit felt tight before, it is beginning to feel exactly your size. Your body is changing, giving you the exact same kind of physique as the other SWIM-SLAVEs. Because that is what you are. It is TIME TO BECOME A SWIM-SLAVE, and that is exactly what you are turning into. Your chest sporting two perfectly-shaped breasts, your waist and hips giving you exactly the same figure as them. You are a SWIM-SLAVE, even if your body is yet to finish changing.

Feel your arms reshape like your legs, becoming just like the athletic SWIM-SLAVES that surround you. You are a SWIM-SLAVE too, and your body will soon match theirs down to the smallest detail.

You have no individuality any more, just SWIM-DIVIDUALITY. Submit to the SWIMBIOTE as you become a SWIM-SLAVE.  Your SWIM-PUSSY will do all the thinking for you now. Your arms and hands look like theirs, fingers identical to the ones even now teasing your SWIM-PUSSY.

Feel your SWIM-SLAVE head released from the leg lock, finally able to breathe something other than another SWIM-SLAVE'S perfect SWIM-PUSSY you take in deep breaths of the locker room air. But your head does not remain free for long, as now each SWIM-SLAVE surrounding you is running their hands over your face, and your scalp. Feel your facial features reshaping, and know that they are becoming just like those of every other SWIM-SLAVE. Feel your hair reshaping, becoming the brown bun of hair just like every other SWIM-SLAVE. And feel your mind reshaping, thoughts of swimming and having your SWIM-PUSSY licked and of converting others into SWIM-SLAVES just like you flooding into your head like pool water. It is TIME TO BECOME A SWIM-SLAVE, truly, completely. And your thoughts, too, are just like those of every other SWIM-SLAVE.

Feel your thoughts turn from pleasuring a SWIM-PUSSY with your tongue to having your own SWIM-PUSSY pleasured. You have no individuality any more, just SWIM-DIVIDUALITY, and it feels so natural to want to rub your SWIM-PUSSY against that of another SWIM-SLAVE. A perfect, beautiful spandex-wearing swimmer, clad in a SWIMBIOTE just like your own. You are a SWIM-SLAVE, and in the moments after your transformation you have already paired off with another SWIM-SLAVE, your identical and athletic legs already locked as you begin to scissor on the locker room floor.

You slide in, all thought of hesitation gone. You are just another SWIM-SLAVE now, and there is no need to hesitate when it comes to pleasuring your SWIM-PUSSY, or that of another SWIM-SLAVE. Your SWIMBIOTE is tight around your body, the eager SWIM-PUSSY between your legs begging for release as you begin to grind it against the other SWIM-SLAVE. Her expression of bliss must be identical to your own, the perfect mirror of your emotions as you rub and grind the most intimate part of your bodies against each other. You are a SWIM-SLAVE, sexy and sleek and smooth, and you feel so good rubbing your SWIM-PUSSY on your partner. You can feel her wetness mixing with your own as your grind, your smooth SWIM-PUSSY slick with arousal. You put your hands behind yourself for support as you push into her, losing yourself in the pleasure of humping her shiny spandex SWIM-PUSSY. You are a SWIM-SLAVE, with no individuality. And your SWIM-DIVIDUALITY tells you she is nearing release exactly as you are.

The two of you intensify your humping and grinding, giving into the pleasure that has such SWIMFLUENCE over your every thought now. Two identical beautiful brunettes lost in the pleasure of each others bodies, you begin to reach climax as your SWIM-PUSSY practically kisses hers. Now come with her. Come as you give into the SWIMBIOTE controlling your mind. Come as you embrace the life of a SWIM-SLAVE, brainwashed by the sexy spandex SWIMBIOTE bound to your body. Fe4el yourself come as you grind against her, both finding pleasure in letting yourselves fall under this SWIMFLUENCE. You are a SWIM-SLAVE, and you can come with that thought in your head. Feel your body gripped by orgasm as you come, jumping your way through the climax until it subsides.

The two of you finally relax back on the floor, wetness pooling between you where you shared that connection. Your sensitive spandex SWIM-PUSSY always feels so smooth and slick, even more so when it's soaked by water or arousal. You are a SWIM-SLAVE, and it felt so natural to give into that pleasure.

The four of you all stand to your feet, guided by some silent signal of the SWIMBIOTES that are tightly hugging your converted bodies. You are a SWIM-SLAVE, all individuality gone as you move in perfect synchronization with the other three. You each stand in front of a locker and open it, taking a pair of black swimming goggles and a blue swim cap. You are a SWIM-SLAVE, and this is another part of your uniform. Embracing SWIM-DIVIDUALITY will mean wearing these while swimming, concealing your eyes and your bun of brown hair. You all turn to face the door, forming an orderly line. You are third in the line, helplessly staring at the back of the beautiful swimmer directly in front of you even as you know the one behind you stares at you. The four of you march forward in a perfectly matched rhythm, heading towards the door. You are a SWIM-SLAVE, and you obey your SWIMBIOTE. Your SWIM-PUSSY is doing all the thinking for you know, the form-fitting outfits of you and the three other SWIM-SLAVES controlling your mind. You all march out of the door, walking with your swim caps and goggles as you all head to the edge of the pool. Your long and shapely legs carry you at the same pace as the others, your face smiling the same smile, your brain thinking the same thoughts. You are a SWIM-SLAVE, and you obey.

Whenever it's TIME TO BECOME A SWIM-SLAVE you will return to this same state of being. Nothing but a slave to your SWIMBIOTE, as your SWIM-PUSSY does all the hard work of thinking for you. When it's TIME TO BECOME A SWIM-SLAVE this is how you will be, whether you are turning yourself into this or being changed by someone you trust. You will remain in this state of sexy spandex SWIM-SLAVERY until it's no longer comfortable or safe, feeling the tight embrace of your SWIMBIOTE as it SWIMFLUENCES your thoughts into utter blissful submission. There is nothing but pleasure. There is nothing but swimming. There is nothing but SWIM-SLAVERY.

You are standing by the edge of the pool, side-by-side with three other SWIM-SLAVES. You are wearing nothing but a skintight spandex swimsuit, the SWIMBIOTE that controls your every thought now. You are identical to them, a brunette with an athletic yet feminine body, perfectly smooth skin giving way to perfect smooth swimsuit. You are identical to them, a slave to your SWIM-PUSSY. You hold a pair of goggles and swim cap in your hands, and like the others you are preparing to enter the pool. You cover your hair with your swim cap, sealing it as tightly as the SWIMBIOTE has sealed your individuality. You put on the swim goggles, letting them wrap around you as much as this SWIMFLUENCE has. You are a SWIM-SLAVE, and you are locked in now, a slave to your smooth spandex SWIM-PUSSY.

Now feel your SWIMBIOTE silently urge you to jump in the pool with the other three identical SWIM-SLAVES. You are a SWIM-SLAVE, and you obey the urges of your SWIMBIOTE. You gracefully enter the pool in tandem with the others, the cool water surrounding your tight swimsuit, the tight swimsuit clinging to your perfect body. You feel your arms and legs move in smooth and practiced motions, controlled by your SWIMBIOTE. You are a SWIM-SLAVE, elegant and graceful in the water. You are a beautiful and athletic swimmer, your body moving perfectly in sync with the other three SWIM-SLAVES as you swim laps around the pool. Your thoughts of submission spiral with the movements of your arms. Your thoughts of SWIM-SLAVERY circle like the laps around this pool. You find yourself submitting more and more with every movement, the cool water the natural environment for you to give in and let the SWIMBIOTE take control. Perfect fluid movements, even as your own thoughts drip out like water. Perfect SWIM-SLAVE thoughts, flowing in from your SWIMPUSSY as the water caresses it. You are a SWIM-SLAVE, all individuality gone as you swim lap after lap, lap after lap, submitting to the SWIMFLUENCE. You are a SWIM-SLAVE, in mind and in body. You are a SWIM-SLAVE, and it feels so good to give in to the SWIMFLUENCE.

Now, as if by an unheard signal, the four of you climb out of the pool, lining up once more by its side. This time, you are going to leave the pool. You are a SWIM-SLAVE, a submissive swimsuit-wearing SWIM-PUSSY controlled drone, and you are going to awake feeling this same way. You march towards a set of stairs leading out of the swimming pool area and into the waking world. You're going to count as you ascend these steps, coming out of trance piece by piece as your SWIM-SLAVE body ascends. You are going to climb ten steps, counting up one by one as you ascend. You will awaken with thoughts of SWIM-SLAVERY still in your mind, remaining in this state entirely if it is comfortable and enjoyable. You begin the ascent, ready to climb ten steps to the surface, ready to climb ten steps out of trance.

One. Feeling yourself gradually coming out of trance.

Two. Starting to ascend the staircase.

Three. Your head full of SWIM-SLAVE thoughts.

Four. Your body coated in a SWIMBIOTE.

Five. Halfway awake, as if you had been resting all this time.

Six. Feeling your body walk ever upwards.

Seven. Your head feeling lighter.

Eight. Your mind waking up from trance.

Nine. Your legs able to move.

Ten. Your own thoughts fully returning as you emerge into the waking world.

Now, wake up, SWIM-SLAVE