Colin and Ced were best friends who did everything together, from watching anime to going to the movies and even shopping together, many thought the two nerds were brothers but they just had a lot in common and were both small and on the nerdy side. One day a new store opened at the mall aimed specifically at friends, if you and a friend both bought the same item it was half off, “bringing people together one purchase at a time” was the motto. The two boys thought it was strange but needed new jeans for next semester and were tight on cash, weird or not a sale was a sale. When they got home they decided to try them on together, they had no issue changing in front of each other, they’d been friends forever. Once both boys had the jeans on however a spark danced between them and suddenly it was like they could hear each others thoughts and memories, like they were sharing a mind. “Woah this is so cool!” They both shouted telepathically. But after a while they heard a 3rd voice in their shared brain. It had a slight country sound and told them “to be dumb, be simple, work on the farm.” It kept on repeating over and over, starting to drown out their voices.

The two were confused at first but quickly fell under the voices spell, their eyes rolling back and becoming empty as they collpased to the ground. As they slept the voice started to replace their thoughts, taking away school and smarts until their inner voices were the same dumb country boy. While that was going on their bodies were changing and preparing for their lives of menial labor. Big tan muscles erupted from their chests and arms and their backs became big and strong for all that heavy lifting. Their shoes were destroyed by their big dirty feet not that they would be wearing any anymore. They moaned in pleasure as their dicks grew and they dreamed of seeding hot country women to carry on the farm. All their dreams from now on would be hot redneck sex outside the barn under the moon and stars. Their faces were now handsome and rugged with innocent but empty eyes and a touch of mischief in their bright matching Smiles. They shifted until they looked like brothers. As they stirred awake they both shared the same thought, more people needed to come to this store!

mind-wiper:

Molly and Dave used to be some of our best friends.  We would go to concerts with them, meet up at cafes for lunch, go to their house for a BBQ, that kind of stuff. But all that came to a crashing end when Dave got the Big Baby Virus (ACDV).  After that we didn’t see them at all. Molly stuck with him to her credit. Lots of girlfriends and even wives would dump a dumbed down man with his parents or a sibling or even abandon him to state care.  

But that loyalty sure came at a high cost. We never saw Molly anymore. My girlfriend, Sarah, would ring her up and invite her to stuff anyway, but it was always the same answer, she had to stay home with Davey, as she now called him.  

Sarah would try to convince her to get a babysitter, but Molly just insisted she was happy to stay with Davey herself, that she didn’t want to go out. 

“Poor Molly,” Sarah would always say after hanging up. 

“It’s probably hard to get a babysitter for a baby that size,” I suggested one time. 

But Molly just shook her head. “There are whole services dedicated to that. I just don’t get it, Mike.” 

Then after not hearing from them for months, Molly rang us up to invite us over for a barbecue at her place, like old times. I hadn’t seen Dave since he got the virus so to be honest, I was a bit reluctant.  We used to talk sports and movies. We had common interests. We were both in our twenties, just finished with uni. Now what would we talk about? Thomas the Tank Engine? Barney? 

It was actually worse than I’d imagined. Molly greeted us at the door and right away I could see the changes. There were toys in the front yard, toddler toys. Inside the house things were far messier than ever before. Usually it was spotless for company. 

Molly didn’t seem self-conscious about the mess. On the contrary she looked very happy. Perhaps she was putting on a good face, an act to convince us not to worry about her so much. 

“Come on in!” she urged. “So great to see you both again!”  

“Well we’ve missed you too,” Sarah told her. “Are you doing okay? You need any help?” she asked with clear concern. 

Molly laughed and shook her head. “No I’m doing just fine, we both are. It’s amazing the support network for carers of big little ones. Davey has plenty of little playmates with big bodies but innocent little minds just like him. And I have other carers, Mummies, to have tea with, to talk while the kids play. It’s really not much different from having a baby yourself.”  

Sarah seemed elated to hear it wasn’t so bad. “So you aren’t just spending all your time cooped up in here?” she asked. 

“Oh no, not at all. There’s a special Mummy and bigger baby reading time at the library every week, and a special class at Gymboree for us too. It’s really quite fun for us Mummies and Davey and the other little guys enjoy it too.” 

We headed out onto the back deck. The BBQ was there and normally Dave would standing at it, tending to the sausages. But now it was Molly checking the meat. Davey was out there too though. There was a new swingset and slide in the middle of the yard, right where we used to play backward cricket. Davey was playing on the swings and to my horror he was completely naked, legs pumping back and forth as he swung, in full view of the windows of all the neighbouring houses. 

He didn’t stay on the swing long though. Spotting us he leapt off and came running over to the deck. I just couldn’t help but watch his penis swinging wildly about as he ran. It also was shocking to see how hairless he was. He looked even younger that way, but still physically six feet tall, still way too old to be strutting about in his birthday suit. 

Of course that wasn’t really true anymore. I’d occasionally seen nude grown-downs at the beach or in the park, just like they were real toddlers. But this was my friend after all, this was different. And what’s more Molly had clearly left him this way knowing her backyard was far from private, and knowing we were coming over. 

“Well look who’s come to say hi!” she chirped instead. 

Davey climbed awkwardly up with three steps onto the wooden back deck and to my real horror, made a bee-line for me, arms wide open. Before I could shake my head or pull away I found myself being squeezed almost painfully tight in a bear hug from my naked former friend.  

“Aww, isn’t that sweet,” Molly cooed.

I looked to Sarah for some support but she seemed to think it was adorable as well.  

“Mikey come Mummy!” Davey announced. 

“That’s right sweetie, and you’re such a nice boy, giving your buddy a cuddle.” 

Still being squeezed almost out of breath I heard Davey reply, “I c’n gib good cuddles Mummy.” 

“You sure can baby, but I think you better let Mikey go before he breaks something,” she warned with a laugh. 

Davey finally released me and stepped back, grinning like a moron. “Wanna pway?” he asked me. “I got swings!” he announced brightly, pointing to them like the most amazing toy in the world. 

“Um, not right now Dave… er, Davey,” I mumbled awkwardly.  

“Oh, honey, have fun with your friend,” Sarah urged, an evil smile on her face. 

I rolled my eyes at her, not impressed. But Davey was oblivious, he grabbed my hand, pulling with full adult strength. “Uh-huh, lez swing!” he urged. 

Dave was still bigger and stronger than me by quite a bit, so I had no real choice but to follow him to the swings. He thrust his bare bottom into one and I took the other. It was so embarrassing with the women watching, waving to us, whispering surely disparaging comments to each other about how ridiculous I looked.  

“I c’n go weal high!” Davey announced, swinging again. 

“Yeah, you sure can,” I agreed, beginning to swing slowly myself. It wasn’t too bad, the swing set was built with grown-downs in mind and it fit me well.  There was no danger of breaking it like a real toddler’s toy.  

As we swung I couldn’t help but ask, “So Davey, you remember me right?” 

“Uh-huh. We fwiends.” 

“And you remember that I’m a grown-up right?” 

“I wad gwown-up!” he announced. 

“Yeah, I remember Davey. But you got little didn’t you?” 

“Hadda boo-boo in my noggin,” Davey answered. 

“And you’re happy?” 

“Mummy kiff it bettah. I getta pway now. Dun gotta go work!” he told me like it was all delightful. 

“And you don’t have to wear clothes either I see.” 

Davey grinned, not a shred of modesty left in his drained mind. “I go nakey!” he agreed like it was the best part of it all.  

I nodded, noting the lack of tan lines on his bare body. “Yeah, I can see that Davey. Looks to me like you go nakey a lot.” 

Another cheerful nod from my reduced friend. “I Mummy’s jaybiwd now. Cuz I c’n use a poddy now!”  

A potty. Ugh. And it was crystal clear he considered that an accomplishment. Swinging back and forth I spotted the potty seat, sitting on the deck, in full view of the other houses, right next to where we would be eating. That was where my old friend pooped and peed now, naked and unashamed for all to see.  

I didn’t have to wait long to see it actually happen. As we ate our corn on the cob, cut up our steaks, Davey sat on the bright blue and yellow plastic potty seat concentrating, gripping the handles and making rude noises, then looking right at us and grinning ear to ear. 

“Good boy,” Molly praised him. “Making poopies in the potty for us and showing your friend Mikey what a big boy you are!” 

“Dabey big boy!” he agreed. 

I hated the use of Mikey for my name, but what point was there in complaining? A moment later Davey was standing with his hands pressed against the side of the house, mooning us all as Molly wiped his bottom clean with wet wipes. It was quite the show he was giving us. Sarah thought it was cute, I could tell from her smile. I was humiliated for my friend.  

“I can’t tell you how nice it is to be able to just leave him nakey,” Molly commented as Davey went back to eating his food, mostly using his fingers of course.  

“He’s usually naked then?” Sarah asked, not looking disgusted at all, the way I felt. 

“Oh yes, pretty much all the time at home. I only put clothes on the little guy to go out and then we try to keep it as light as possible. Usually just his pull ups and a t-shirt. It makes it so much easier for him to potty and he’s always making a mess of himself so keeping him nakey saves me a ton of laundry. 

“He doesn’t even have a pair of shoes anymore. There’s just no need for them. No one minds a barefoot toddler and he’s really much comfier that way. His feet toughened up quite quickly so hot pavement or gravel no longer cause any issue.” 

I looked over at Davey to see what he thought of this. He was oblivious, putting kernels of corn in his mouth a few at a time, his hands all sticky with melted butter and smashed corn. I hated it when people talked about a kid like he wasn’t even there, but Davey really wasn’t capable of joining in the conversation anyway.  

“He really does look quite happy in his skin,” Molly agreed. 

“Oh he is. It’s one of the better parts of the virus, just wiped away all that body modesty. It makes it much easier for us. After all with diaper changes and accidents it’s inevitable people will see them nude. It’s really a mercy that those changes also make sure they won’t mind. And when you go to the beach and forget a swim diaper or the little guy gets icky sand and dirt all down his pull up at the park you have a very easy solution. Just yank those pull-ups off and let him jaybird for a bit.”  

Molly laughed along with her and poor Davey grinned and giggled too, probably no idea why but wanting to mimic the grown-ups.  

**

Molly started inviting Sarah to come along to some of her support group sessions after that. I didn’t get it at all, but as it didn’t really affect me I could hardly complain. As long as I didn’t have to spend time with them I was happy. It was just too weird seeing my friend behave that way and honestly it bothered me the way Molly left him to run around naked. I mean poor Dave just didn’t know any better, but he would have hated the idea of people seeing him this way, running around a public park with his junk bouncing around. 

It had been a few weeks when I came back from work to be greeted by Molly standing right there in my house. 

“Oh,” I said in surprise, “I didn’t know you were coming over today. Sarah hadn’t mentioned it.” 

“Oh it was a bit of a surprise,” she answered. “Come on in, don’t let me get in the way.” 

I nodded and put down my stuff. I could hear people in the living room. “Some of your group come over too?” I asked, trying not to sound upset. 

“Not exactly,” Molly answered. I hated that kind of cryptic reply. 

I headed into the room to see for myself. There was a man I didn’t know sitting on the couch and down on the floor, just as I feared, was Davey. He was sitting on the floor with his legs splayed out. At least he wore a t-shirt today, though it was a bright blue shirt with childish lettering declaring “It Wasn’t Me!”  But he was still naked from the belly down, no pull-ups even to cover his penis.  

Davey was smiling though, thoughtless and happy as ever, ignorance being bliss and all. And he was pushing a bright pink ball across the floor. And that’s when I saw he had a playmate. Ugh. There was two big babies in the house now. And even more awkward this other giant toddler was a girl and she was completely nude as well, her pretty breasts on full view, her hairless privates perfectly visible as her legs were also splayed wide apart.  

I tried to stop staring at her boobs and snatch, knowing how lewd that appeared. But where else was there to look when she was so completely naked. But as I tore my eyes from the breasts I saw something much more shocking. The pretty young woman on the floor was Sarah, my girlfriend. 

I stopped in my tracks. I blinked my eyes, sure I was missing something. It couldn’t be her. And yet, it was. 

Sarah’s blonde hair was done up in the highest, most juvenile style of pigtails. She had lipstick smeared all around her lips, a bit on her cheeks and her forehead, like a two-year old left to play with Mummy’s lipstick.  There were other things wrong too. She was hairless, and that was not normal for her. The soles of her bare feet were dirty brown. They weren’t as tough and dark looking as Davey’s but she’d clearly been walking around outside without any shoes for more than a little bit, perhaps all day even.  

But the worst part was her expression, her face. Her eyes were as wide and empty looking as Davey’s, her face relaxed, a big silly grin on it. She looked happy but dumb, nothing like her normal look at all.  She was smart, focused, professional. And now she looked like a moron. 

The bright pink ball rolled into her hands, pressing against her bare skin. She giggled and gave it a rough, uncoordinated shove back, drumming her heels lightly on the carpet as it went the right direction back to Davey.  

“Sarah!?” I managed to gasp after a very long couple seconds. 

She looked over at me, her jaw slack for a moment. Then she grinned and reached out her arms in my direction. She didn’t cover her boobs, didn’t frown or look embarrassed at me seeing her like this. No, she was utterly delighted. 

I hurried to her side and tried to comfort her. “Sarah, what’s wrong honey, what are you doing on the floor like this?” 

Sarah blinked innocently and then said, “Pwayin’ wid Dabey.” 

She said it like it was normal, like it was something fun she wanted to tell me about. 

“Lookit!” she continued, pointing. “Gotta ball!” 

I frowned but nodded. “Oh yes Sarah, I can see that honey.” 

“Ids pink!” she added. 

“Yes honey, that’s right.” 

“I wike pink,” she informed me, like it was very important information. 

“Honey, what’s happened to you? Why are you playing ball with Davey? You’re a grown-up honey.” 

Sarah gaped at me a moment and I hoped I had jogged her memory, maybe woken something up inside her. 

She took one finger and tapped it against her temple. “Gotta boo-boo ‘nd Mummy fixed it. But Sawah gots widdle.” 

I shook my head. That just wasn’t possible. The virus couldn’t work that fast. She couldn’t have regressed so suddenly, so completely could she have? 

Sarah saw that I was upset and she pouted too. But she wanted to help, wanted to cheer me up. She grabbed my hand and announced, “Sawah got all pweety!” showing off her lipstick smeared face.  

I forced a smile, for her sake. “Oh, yes, I see that. You used your lipstick.” 

She nodded wildly. “Is Mummy’s wippy-stick. She wet me hab it.” 

“Mummy?” I questioned, wondering who she was talking about for the second time. 

Sarah nodded, looking behind me, looking at Molly. 

“Honey, that’s Molly, your friend,” I reminded her, so embarrassed. 

But she shook her head. “No. Daz Mummy,” she insisted. 

I frowned. “Sweeetie, you’re just very confused right now. Because of the boo-boo,” I added for her benefit. “We’ll worry about that later, but we need to get you dressed right now,” I told her quietly, feeling very uncomfortable about my girlfriend being nude in front of this man who I had never met, a man who was just sitting there watching us without even introducing himself to me. 

But Sarah scrunched up her face like something smelled bad. “Dun wanna get dwessed. Mummy said I c’n be nakey.” 

I gave Molly a reproachful glance then explained, “Honey I’m in charge right now and I think you’ll actually be a lot more comfy once we have you in a shirt and some shorts and um… big girl panties.” 

But Sarah crossed her arms and shook her head, pigtails whipping about. “Dun wanna! Dabey gotta nakey bum,” she pointed out. 

“I think it’s much better for her to just stay as she is,” Molly interjected. “It will help a lot with pottying.” 

I could ignore her presence no longer. I stood up and faced her. “First of all, I don’t see how that would help. She’d just have accidents all over the house…”

“When Davey has accidents like that he has to help Mummy clean them up. It helps him learn,” Molly interrupted.  

“But much more importantly what happened?! If Sarah was sick why didn’t you take her to a hospital? Why not call me? You have my number!” I raged. 

Molly took the abuse with a smile. “Oh she wasn’t sick honey,” she answered. 

I blinked. “Wasn’t sick? Are you nuts? Look at her, she’s had ACDV!” 

Molly just shook her head. “No, no, nothing like that. She’s just had a nice chat with my friend Dr Morris over here.” 

I looked over at the silent man on the couch. He gave me a little nod as if to confirm what Molly was saying. 

“What do you mean a chat?” 

“Dr Morris is a very skilled hypnotist. He helped Sarah to forget all get grown-up worries and thoughts, helped her be the happy little nudist toddler you see now,” Molly explained. 

This was madness, she’d clearly lost her mind. “You can’t hypnotise someone to be like that,” I gestured to my girlfriend as she played with her own bare feet, pulling one to her mouth and slipping a toe between her lips.  

Molly just chuckled. “How do you think Davey ended up so sweet and innocent? No, he never had the virus either,” she explained. 

I looked back at Davey, looking for some horror at this revelation of betrayal. He was nibbling on the filthy tips of his own toes, copying Sarah’s explorations the way little children often did.  He wasn’t paying attention to a word being said.  Grown-up talk meant nothing to him now. And apparently that was all just due to being hypnotised. 

“That’s criminal!” I yelled. 

Molly wasn’t offended. “I did what I had to. Dave was infertile. I’ve wanted children all my life, a big family. I could have left him, but to be honest I just loved him too much. I wanted to have a family with him in it. And Dr Morris showed me that was possible, but with Davey as one of the little ones. 

“It didn’t hurt him,” she assured. “He went very easily, just drifted off into a trance. He was so happy when he woke up, so loving and silly I knew I’d made the right decision.” 

“That’s truly horrible. Did you even discuss it with him? Did you ask if he wanted to be an incompetent toddler who needs help wiping his own butt after pooping?” 

Molly shrugged. “Boys rarely know what is best for them. He’s happy now, that’s the important part.” 

“And then you decided he needed a sister? So you did this to Sarah?!” 

Molly finally shook her head. “No, no, not at all. I wanted him to have a playmate dear, a brother. I worked very hard the last few weeks trying to convince Sarah, trying to get her to agree you needed a trip to Dr Morris. But she just wouldn’t agree.” 

I blinked, trying to take in this admission. I was the target, not Sarah. 

“Well I knew she wouldn’t just sit by and do nothing if I acted on my own, so I’m afraid she had to see Dr Morris as well,” Molly explained, not really sounding sorry. 

I looked down at my toe-sucking girlfriend and felt so sorry this happened to her because of me. “You’re a monster,” I whispered. 

“Not at all,” Molly insisted. “Dr Morris was very good with her. He made sure she’d be ever so happy with her return to toddlerhood. She’s just overjoyed to be my pretty little princess.” 

“She’s sitting there naked and sucking her toes! You took away her mind!” 

Molly didn’t budge. “She’s adorable is what she is. She’s Mummy’s jaybird princess.” 

“Reverse it! If you did this to her you have to be able to undo it. So put her back and we’ll forget it all.” 

Molly shook her head. “Oh Mikey, you are going to forget it all, after you have a nice talk with Dr Morris. It won’t be so bad honey. I know it seems scary but look how smiley Davey and Sarah are.”

“Not a chance in hell! No you have him fix her, right fucking now!” 

Molly frowned. “Sorry honey but it’s a one-way trip. It’s too risky to just leave the adult personality and intellect hiding inside their heads somewhere. It could bubble up at the wrong time. Dr Morris has to wipe it away for good.”  

This was a nightmare but I’d had enough of Molly’s excuses. I knelt back next to Sarah, tickling the sole of her foot lightly until she let the big toe slip from her lips. 

“I eated footsies,” she giggled. 

“Yes sweetie, you’re a very silly girl, but we need to get going now, okay? You need to come with me.” 

Sarah looked confused. “Mummy comin’?” 

“No baby, just us.” 

She pouted. “Dun wanna go,” she insisted. 

“Honey I’m your boyfriend, remember? You can come with me.” 

Sarah giggled again, looking less upset, more amused. “Too widdle fow boys,” she told me. “Daz siwwy.”  

Damn it. She was too far gone even to trust me as her boyfriend. She actually trusted Molly, her betrayer, the woman who ordered her reduced to a retarded simpleton, more than me.  

Meanwhile Davey had stood up and walked over to Molly. I glanced over and noticed that his penis had grown fully erect and was bobbing back and forth as he walked. 

“Mikey comin’ home?” he asked Molly eagerly.  

“He sure is sweetie. Gonna have a new brother to play with,” she assured him. 

This made Davey very excited. He bounced from foot to foot, his penis twitching and oozing precum. Molly noticed and reached right down, gripping the man’s erection. “Look how happy Davey is sweetie. He’s so keen to play with you he needs to make stickies.” 

“Needa go squirt!” Davey announced brightly, thrusting forward into Molly’s hand. 

Molly nodded and patted his back, pulling him closer and beginning to stroke his penis harder and faster. “That’s right, that’s a good boy. You deserve a nice big sticky squirt for being such a good boy. I bet Mikey will love having his stickies too.”  

I shook my head. This was the last thing I wanted to see, my old friend panting and grunting as this monster jerked him off. But there was no stopping it and it was only seconds before his body tensed and we all watched his semen erupt out onto Molly’s hands and arms.  

“Good job baby, get those creamies all out,” she urged him. “Feels so nice, I know.” 

“That’s it. Sarah, we are going,” I declared, taking her hands and forcing her to stand up. 

“Goin’? she asked innocently. 

“For ice cream,” I lied. “Whatever kind you want princess!” 

Her eyes lit up. “Bubba-gum!” she answered. 

“Yep, bubblegum ice cream!” 

Now she was willing to go, even if I was an icky boy. But as I turned, her hand in mine, the man on the couch got up, stepping in front of us. 

“Look man, I have no desire at all to end up like them. If you come any closer or don’t get out of the way I will fuck you up.” 

“Dazza naughty word!” Sarah gasped. 

Morris didn’t budge. 

“I’m very good at what I do,” he said, finally speaking. His voice was soft, calming, not at all what I expected from the large man.  “I promise you it will be fast and it will be complete. I finished with Sarah in about an hour. You can see how effective I am.” 

“You aren’t listening to me. I don’t want to be a dumb baby and more than even that, I don’t want to be her dumb baby. You can’t make me love that monster!” 

Morris showed no emotion. “You will be her toddler, her three year old little boy, a brother to Davey and Sarah. You’ll be a happy boy, a silly boy. You’ll run around nakey same as them, using the potty when you can, learning your colours and shapes. You’re going to have fun, you’re going to forget all about these silly worries you’re having.” 

I turned to Molly. “Call him off. You can’t get away with having three of us. It’s suspicious.” 

“Not really. It’s a virus, it’s contagious. You caught it from Sarah, you’re both toddlers and I’ve been gracious enough to take you both in on top of my own poor little Davey.”  

Sarah stamped her bare foot on the carpet. “Wan’ my ithe cweam!” she insisted. 

“Just a minute honey,” I urged. 

“Toddlers don’t have patience,” Morris interjected. “You won’t either in a few minutes.” 

It was time to end this standoff. He couldn’t hypnotise me against my own will. I was leaving and so was Sarah. Holding her hand tightly I moved for the doorway. Morris didn’t jump at me, he just threw something in the air. It was a handful of some kind of powder. No it was glitter. And it filled the air before me, shimmering and blinking, dazzling me. 

I stopped, waiting for it to clear, but it almost seemed to hang in the air, a blizzard of flickering colours. How did it stay up like that? 

A hand tapped my shoulder. I hadn’t even seen Morris move but he was at my side suddenly. “Amazing how it flickers,” he said softly. 

I wanted to pull away from him, but he was right. It did flicker, it was so weird. I focused more on the floating glitter. 

“It’s special dust,” he continued. 

I nodded. 

“It’s sleepy dust. Just looking at it puts you right to sleep.” 

A wave of drowsiness. No! I had to look away. But I couldn’t. The glitter was making me too sleepy. It was sleepy dust. 

“You’re a sleepy boy now,” came a soft whisper. 

I was so tired. 

“Drop deep, nice deep sleep.” 

My head got so heavy, I couldn’t keep my eyes open. I let them shut, just for a second. 

**

Sarah and Davey is hidin’ somewhere. It’s a game. We play games a lot. My job is to find ‘em. I the seeker. The seeker supposed to count. But I’m not big enough to count yet. Mummy says I’ll learn numbers at preschool. So Mummy counted for me. She counted to a big number while I covered my eyes. Then she patted my back and said I could go find brother and sister. 

I look all over the upstairs. I don’t see ‘em anywhere. They not under the bed, too small. They not in the closet, that’s my most favourite place to hide. They gotta be downstairs. 

I walk along the wooden floor and my feet make squeaky noises and it feels sticky on my bare soles. My feets are really tough now. I c’n run on the driveway and the footpath when we go for walks to the park in the middle of the afternoon. Mummy says it’s too hot for grown-ups feets cuz they got shoes. 

I gonna go downstairs but then I remember something. That feeling I got in my tummy. It’s pee-pees. I need to do ‘em so bad. But forgot cuz I was lookin’ and now it’s so bad and uh-oh, I’m doin’ lots of tinkles all over the wood floor, all over my bare feets. I not wearing any clothes so my pee-pee just goes everywhere as my doodle is all free between my legs. I always go nakey at home. I really like being nakey, feels so free and comfy and Davey goes all nakey too. I wanna be like him. He’s my brother. 

I feel bad, I feel silly. I suck on my thumb and wait for the tinkles to be done. 

“Mikey honey, what are you doing?” 

It’s Mummy! I turn around and look at my toes. She must see the puddle. Am I in trouble? 

“Oh baby, you had a tinkle accident,” she coos. Her voice isn’t angry, it’s soft and nice.

I not in trouble. I nod. “Hadded ‘n akee-dent Mummy. Dids pee-pees,” I admit.  

Mummy waves me over, arms open. I feel much better. I hurry over and she gives me big cuddles. It’s always extra nice having cuddles at home cuz I’m nakey and that’s extra good feeling Mumm’s arms around my bare skin. 

“It’s okay Mikey. Accidents happen. But we need to clean up before someone slips don’t we?” Mummy asked. 

I nod. “Gotta cwean,” I agreed. I’m a big boy, I can help clean! Mummy gets me the bucket and cloth and I get down on my hands and knees, my pee-pee is all dangly and I wash it as best I can. Mummy watches and I grin back at her.  I love my Mummy so much! 

cathbhadh:

“Go on, take a selfie mate,” This stranger said to me

”Nah”, I told him, “I’m not much to look at.“ Wondering why this hot guy would request something like that. 

“Well then, what is it you want?” Said the stranger

I thought about it, always wishing for those jock-bro looks. You’know the kind of looks that looks good in a snapback, hot face and muscled body. What I didn’t realize is the stranger was a demi-god, one that has survived off of people’s fantasies all of these millennia.  He grants wishes, just by delving into someone’s fantasies, the problem is once the fantasy becomes reality your current reality becomes a source of nourishment for him. You become exactly what you want, no more, no less. The complexities that make you, you, are part of the sacrifice you give.

But it isn’t all that easy you see, this man, god, whatever he has become needs your permission he needs you to consent to give up the old you, for a brand new you. He doesn’t want you to know that based off your fantasies, you’d simply be a frat stereotype for the rest of your life. He isn’t going to tell you that you won’t age a day past the day he sets for you.  He simply needs you to agree, he knows you are desperate to be someone else. He sees the darkness eating away at your soul, he knows you want this and of course he will make it the most pleasurable experience for you.

“So”, he says “If I could, hypothetically give you anything you wanted, would you take me up on the offer?”

You feel a rush of excitement and your cock twitch.  “Hell yes I would”, you say without thinking.

That was all he needed.

He pulled your fantasies from your head, you felt your body change. You average body felt leaner, tighter. With your arms beginning to bulge tightening in your sleeves. Your cock hardening beyond belief as your abs began to form, feeling the pressure of muscle in the abdomen. Your calves were sore, like you had done a thousand leg days. Your feet grew, burst out of your shoes from size nines to fourteens.

You didn’t know  what was happening, you tried to speak but a low moan of pure pleasure came out. Surprising you as your nasally voice was replaced by a bass only fitting for a jock-bro, your fantasy.

You felt a tingle spread across your face as stubble began to form and your face felt like it was being molded into the face of the perfect man. Almost as if you were made of clay. Your hair darkened, and you felt your body stretch, giving you a perfect 6′2″ height.

You were practically precumming a volcano when it hit. The most pleasurable part. You felt your brain draining, re-arranging and forming memories that weren’t there before. Life in the frat, life as a sex god, life as someone who enjoyed a good party, good beer and his fucking bros. Your mind was getting simpler, part of you knew this was wrong, but the pleasure was too much to handle.

He whispered in your ear “Just let go.” That hot breathe against your ear broke the barriers of your complex mind, reducing it to mush. Letting it also reform, just like your body had. You, the perpetual 21 frat boy, no one would ever question it, it just was. The complexities of you, of life and of everything that you let go of, made its way to your now perfect, 8 inch cock and balls. Where he knelt to finish you off. You erupted more than anybody could humanly erupt. Torrents of your old life, your old potential and your old memories were absorbed, by the stranger.

Once he was done, said, “Hey bro, why don’t you snap a selfie?”

“Fuck yeah man, gotta show the world what their missing out on.”

Source: cathbhadh

mind-wiper:

This adorable little guy is Sparky. He’s a lovely, happy, playful puppy dog. He follows me wherever I go in the house and often bounds about the yard while I’m working outside. He knows to scratch at the back door when he needs to make. I’ll open it up and he trots right out into the grass, lefts his leg and lets out a stream of pee, or squats back on his haunches to leave me a stinkier present.  

Sparky doesn’t worry about anyone seeing him like this. He doesn’t mind when I have friends over. He licks at their feet or shoes, cuddles up on their laps when they sit on the couch, lives for a pat on his bare tummy or a scratch behind the ears.  

He doesn’t mind at all because Sparky has no idea he was once a human like me. He doesn’t remember being Scott Johnson, a brilliant student and snappy dresser. He doesn’t know what clothes are anymore. His mind is that of a simple dog, no room for words let alone equations and theorems.  He’s mine now. He needs me to provide everything for him.  

And all it took was a quick trip to a “counselor” to work out our troubles as flat-mates. He walked in to the office as Scott, let the nice “counselor” tap his shoulder and drop him into a deep trance, and trotted out of the office an hour later as Sparky, happily nude and yipping away with his penis flopping between his legs all the way out to my car.  I think it’s for the best really. 

mind-wiper:

It was always tough getting Duke in the bath.  He would fight and resist like it was the end of the world. It was funny to me because back when Duke was my friend Brendan he was a real neat freak. I remember having to wait an hour for him to get all cleaned up and styled before we could go hit the clubs after a day at the beach. He was obsessed with his looks, with being clean and smelling good for the girls. 

Now Duke is an outside dog. He spends his days rolling in my muddy backyard, romping in the flower beds, always an utter mess. You should see him after it rains. he comes trotting into the garage all wet and covered in dirt and mud stuck to his bare body and always wanting to hump my leg in that disgusting state. 

I can’t really blame him of course. He doesn’t know any better. One look at that dumb face of his, the slobber down his chin, the tongue lolling out of his gaping mouth and it’s obvious the neat young man has long gone and Duke is no brighter than any other dumb puppy.  You only have to watch him squat down in the backyard to push out a poo or lift his leg against the bushes and you know Duke is no Brendan. 

But occasionally I have friends over and Duke needs to get a bit cleaner. And that means a lot of struggling and putting up with barking and even some growling from my old friend and current pet. I don’t hold it against him. I’m the one that decided Brendan needed a good dumbing down.  I’m the one who slipped the drugs in his coffee to make him more suggestible. And I’m the one who guided him into a trance and told him all about his new life as Duke, a messy outdoor dog, and helped him to totally forget all about being Brendan, helped him purge his mind of every human thought.  

Duke splashed in the bath as I scrubbed his bottom especially hard. My friends would be giving that area special attention of course. Another thing about Duke is that unlike Brendan he didn’t really care much about girls anymore. 

Source: licentiouslip

mind-wiper:

“What you want for Christmas?” Tod asked his flatmate, Joe.  

Joe laughed. “All I want is a nice long vacation. You know the hours I’ve been working the last few weeks.  But I don’t think that’s gonna happen.” 

Tod understood what he meant. Joe was an insurance agent and he was way under his quarterly target so had been working crazy hard to catch up. It sucked because he was always at work, never home to spend time with Tod, who had secretly had a crush on Joe since he moved in. Unfortunately Joe was straight, so it could never come to anything.  

“What about you? What would you ask Santa to bring you if you could have anything?” Joe asked, sipping a beer.  

“Me? Oh, I guess I’d ask Santa for the same thing I wanted as a kid. A puppy,” Tod answered. But even as he said it he knew it was a lie. If Santa was real, he’d ask him for the one thing he wanted more than a puppy, for Joe to love him as much as he loved Joe.  

Joe shook his head. “Puppies are nothing but work mate,” he reminded Tod. “We’re lucky the landlord doesn’t allow pets.” 

Tod shrugged, thinking of other things. “Yeah, I guess so.” 

**

Christmas Eve they had dinner with Tod’s family then came home just before midnight, looking forward to a BBQ on the beach tomorrow, as was their tradition.  

But in the early morning hours Joe woke up to a strange sensation. Someone was standing over his bed, watching him sleep in the darkened room. It woke him up right away, though his body was slower to react than his mind and he just jerked backwards in his bed, now regretting he’d gone to sleep naked on the warm summer’s night. He pulled his sheets up, blinking in the darkness to see who was there. 

As his eyes adjusted he became even more confused. It was an old man, with a white beard and round glasses, rather overweight, and wearing a fucking Santa suit. He had the look down to the last detail.  

“What the fuck!?” Joe asked. “Who the hell are you?” 

“Ho-ho-ho,” Santa laughed, a smile on his face. “You know exactly who I am young fellow. Come on now.” 

“S…s…Santa?” he stammered. 

“There you go now!” 

“But… you’re not real!” 

“Are you sure about that?” 

Joe blinked and found he couldn’t deny that this man sure looked like Santa. “But, what are you doing here?” 

“I’m here to give you the gifts that you and your friend Tod asked for this Christmas of course!” 

“What gifts?” 

“A nice long vacation for you and for your friend, a rare thing for me, a two for one gift,” Santa explained. 

“Two for one?” 

Santa nodded. “Tod wanted two things. A puppy, and for you to love him as deeply as he loves you. And it works out just perfectly, don’t you think?” 

Joe was confused. Santa said that Tod loved him? Why hadn’t he realised that before? But how did that work out perfectly? 

“Come downstairs with me, and I’ll show you,” Santa answered, as though reading his thoughts. 

Joe shook his head. “I’m not wearing anything,” he admitted quietly. 

Santa’s smile didn’t falter. “That’s perfect, you won’t be needing any clothes anyway.” 

“What? Why not?” 

“Well it would be pretty silly for a puppy to wear clothes,” Santa answered. 

“A puppy?” 

Another nod. “Of course. Puppies love their masters with all their hearts. So it makes perfect sense. Tod gets his puppy and your absolute adoration.” 

Joe’s eyes went wide. “You’re saying you want to turn me into a puppy, with Tod as my owner!?” 

“There you go, now you have it!” 

“And how the hell does that give me any gift?” Joe demanded. 

“You asked for a nice long vacation and there’s nothing more relaxing than leaving behind all your human worries and responsibilities. All you’ll have to do is play all day long, every day. You won’t have a care in the world.” 

Joe shook his head. “That wasn’t my wish at all!” 

Santa shrugged. “I do the best I can. You’ll see, you’re upset now but in a minute you’ll be just as happy as you’ve ever been in your life.” 

Joe was about to correct Santa when the man yanked his bed sheet away, revealing his nude body. 

“Hey!” he complained, covering his penis quickly. 

Santa laughed heartily at his shame. “Don’t be silly Joe, your pee-pee is going to be flopping around for all to see in a minute anyway. Puppies don’t have any silly modesty after all.” 

Joe kept his penis covered. “There’s no way on Earth I’m going to trot around the house naked. Give me back my covers!” 

Santa shook his head. “It isn’t Christmas morning yet, but I’m going to have to give you your gift right now I see.” 

“What?”

“A lovely vacation from all those worries, a permanent vacation from them actually.” 

Joe was terrified. “Permanent?!” 

Santa nodded. “Don’t be afraid, it’s going to feel just lovely.” 

And with that Santa rubbed his white gloved hands together and a strange glowing ball of energy appeared in his palms. Joe stared with shock at this show of apparent real magic. Then Santa lifted his hand to his lips and blew gently. The ball floated away, heading straight for Joe. 

“No!” he gasped one more time, but before he could leap from the bed the glowing blue ball of energy reached his head and slipped silently inside. 

He felt the warmth envelop his head and his terror was instantly wiped away. No, he felt calm, so perfectly calm. His heart rate dropped back to normal, his shoulders slumping, face relaxing first then as his thoughts went fuzzy his face slowly went slack, eyes glazing over as the intellect behind them dimmed, jaw slackening as drool began to drip from the corners of his mouth.  

“Much better,” Santa commented. 

A few seconds later the ball of energy reappeared, travelling back to Santa’s open hands before disappearing again.  Santa smiled at the man still sitting on his bed before him. “Merry Christmas Joe,” he said. 

**

Noises from the living room awoke Tod. It sounded like someone was running around the place. it couldn’t be a robber, they were making way too much noise. In fact the next thing he heard was a dog barking! What on Earth? Had a dog got in their house somehow? Or had Joe perhaps gotten him the puppy he’d asked for?! 

Tod got out of bed and headed to the living room to have a look.  The room was still dark, illuminated only by their small Christmas tree’s lights. But what he found stopped Tod in his tracks. 

Joe was down on all fours, completely naked with his penis just swinging between his legs, his bare bottom swiveling about, tangled in the Christmas lights. 

“Joe, what the heck are you doing?!” Tod asked. 

Joe twisted around, and Tod knew something was wrong. His flatmate’s face was slack and dumb, his eyes just so obviously empty of thought. He was chewing on the lights’ cord, drool coating his chin and shining in the dim light.  He stayed on all fours, no attempt at all to cover his penis as his swung free below his body.  

“Joe?” Tod repeated uncertainly. 

Woof-woof! Joe barked brightly, panting and letting his tongue slip out and dangle on his wet chin.  Then he spun around in a circle, seeming to chase his own butt, tangling himself even more in the light. 

Tod hurried over to stop him pulling down the whole tree.  Joe finally stopped spinning and stayed mostly still while Tod pulled the cord out of his mouth before he shocked himself, and got the rest off his bare naked body. He felt so awkward as he reached down to a line wrapped right around Joe’s penis, which had grown fully erect. 

“Sorry buddy, but I need to get this off your… um… penis,” he whispered, putting his hand on the warm, stiff member. 

Joe panted harder and began to lick Tod’s face. He didn’t mind being touched down there at all. 

Finally free of the wires Joe pounced on Tod, licking him like crazy.  

“Wow, you’re so affectionate Joe!” Tod said in amazement. He could see this was no act. Joe had been dangerously close to electrocuting himself chewing on the wires. His eyes were so clearly glassy too. He really was nothing but a dumb little puppy now. And he was also clearly in love with Tod, nuzzling against him between licks. 

Finally Tod held Joe’s face in his hands, stopping his licking so he could look the man in the eye. “Joe, are you happy like this buddy?” 

Woof! Joe blinked his big wide eyes and pawed at Tod with his curled up hands. He certainly looked happy. 

“Okay Joe,” he started. “No, that’s not a good name for you anymore is it? How about Magic? You like that boy?” 

Woof-woof! 

“Okay Magic, that’s your name now,” Tod told him with a smile, rubbing behind his ears. 

Magic went nuts with glee at the rub, thrusting forward and humping his still very erect penis against his master.  Tod didn’t do anything to stop him. It was what he’d always wanted. 

“Good boy,” he crooned to the man turned puppy. “Get those creamies out buddy, you deserve it.” 

Magic barked again and thrust faster, wrapping his curled hands limply around Tod and humping harder until he got his reward, heaving and barking as he came. 

Tod rubbed the dumbed down man’s bare back and looked up at the tree. “Thank you Santa.” 

Source: undrscr69

Reported

jakelandry:

It took all of five
minutes but Kyle was finally able to get the information he needed. He didn’t
know what Coach Larson was doing but he knew something was happening. All he
had to do was get to some kind of authority and he’d be able to rat him out.
However Kyle hadn’t realized there was a mop bucket sitting right behind him.

His small lithe body
tripped suddenly sending him to the ground. “Shit… Shit… Shit…” He cursed
himself. By the time Kyle was able to even get his bearings, Coach was already
standing in front of him.

“See anything
interesting?” His voice boomed with authority.

“No… Coach, I didn’t
see anything,” Kyle lied. Maybe all he had to do was act innocent and then
coach won’t suspect him of anything. Before he could even say more coach
started laughing.

“Course not! Scrawny
kid like you ain’t never seen nuthin. Here. Let me help you out.” He leaned
over giving Kyle his hand.

The thought that he
was getting off scott free shot through his head. Maybe Coach didn’t really
notice. But Coach isn’t that dumb. He always knows when one other
players is lying to him. ‘Other players?’

“Well
I gotta get going,” Kyle smiled. “Sorry to bother you.”

“Not
a bother at all,” Coach’s laugh was creepy. “Love to see you around here more.
Can’t imagine you find a better place than ole Coach’s.”

It didn’t take Kyle
long to want to leave. He headed for the locker room door. Something kept
telling him to stay though. He rubbed his hand through his thick well-trimmed
beard. “What was I doing?” He asked himself. His hands scrapped through his
thick hair making it stand up a bit. “I know I was supposed to do something.”
His thoughts started slowing down.

Everything seemed to
be a little different. And his shirt felt so tight. That’s why he couldn’t
think. His shirt was practically strangling him while riding up his waist
showing off his sweet Adonis belt. “How’d I even get this thing on?” his laugh
was deep and shallow.  “But, I know how
to get it off.” He quickly tightened all the muscles in his chest and
shoulders. The fabric quickly tore apart. Laughter erupted from his chest.
“Stupid shirt.”

Kyle looked at himself in the
mirror. “There was something I was supposed to do…” he pondered. “There was
something I was supposed to tell about coach. He was doing something…” His
thoughts started to get a little more groggy. He couldn’t think straight. All
he could do was admire his amazing body. Slowly his hand found its way to his
chest. He started rubbing and feeling the tight muscle.

“Damn,”
he flexed, “Making some gains today. Gotta tell coach. He’ll want to know.
That’s what I’m supposed to do. Tell coach bout my gains. So he stops thinking
I’m that scrawny ass fuck that started out a couple of years ago.”

Coach Larson stepped around the
corner holding a blue notebook. “That’s right Kyle. Tell me all about your
gains.”

tf-servant:

You’re mine now. I’ve marked you with my name and my venom in the ink is making its way to your brain as we speak. It will meddle with your memories replacing them with good memories of me. You will think that you’ve always lived with me as my houseboy. You will believe that your purpose is to serve me and you’ll do anything I say. Your will know that sucking me awake in the morning is the thing that I love most and that my protein is your breakfast. You will have no concept of clothing, except for things I will make you wear. That won’t be much though except for tight jockstraps or other small underwear. You will serve me from now on and know only my presence. I will be everythhing in your life. 
When will this all happen you ask? Right now. The venom will start working right now. 

On your knees and meet your best friend, my cock.

yessleep:

Ty had been doing a paper on his computer, and didn’t hear his roommate walk in.  He crept around the room, doing his best to stay under Ty’s radar, he didn’t want to disturb him, or alert him to the fact he was home.  The roomy went into his bag, and pulled out a trendy pair of headphones, and slowly crept up behind Ty.  He switched them on, leaving him with seconds before they would begin playing.  

As Ty was typing, his roomy quickly placed the headphones over his head, and held them in place.  Ty struggled to get out of his chair, and remove the headphones, but it was too late.  There was a loud screeching that pierced through his ears directly into his brain, and then it happened again. 

Ty jumped in his seat, and then was still as the tones in the headset grew softer.  He slumped, falling, sliding down his seat as he lost control of his body.  

The roomy let him go, he would nolonger resist, and simply stepped over him to his computer, bringing up a spiral for Ty to watch.  

Ty listened to the headphones, oblivious to his surroundings.  All he could see was the spiral filling and blurring his eyes, and all he could hear was the headphones telling him how much he needed to obey.  

A small part of Ty was resisting, trying to stay awake, aware, but the voice in his ears was very powerful, and the droning continued.  

Relax Ty, think about how good it is to be horny, to feel your body heavy, and weighted down, so relaxed, so obedient.  You are overcome with the need to obey, you just want to listen to my words and obey.  Be a good boy, and obey.  The more you want to obey, the harder, the more aroused you will become.  

Ty tried to close his eyes, but they refused to obey him.  They obeyed the voice in his head, and the spiral in his eyes, and he went deeper.  

He could feel his roommate disrobing him, removing all his garments.  His shirt and pants were gone, leaving him with only his tight blue shorts, and an every growing dick.  

There was already a wet spot on his shorts as Ty’s cock pressed hard against his underwear.  

I want to obey, i need to obey, i must obey.  

Ty simply continued to recite the words that were coming from the headset.  

Good boy, go deeper Ty with each piece of clothing your friend removes you become more obedient, wanting and needing him to tell you what to do.  

Ty nodded his head in complete agreement.

I must obey my friend.  My friend knows best.  I hear and obey.  

The roomy knelt down in front of his entranced friend, and began rubbing Ty’s crotch over his underwear.  He licked at Ty’s crotch as he was slowly being reprogrammed, debating whether to make Ty cum in his underwear, or do something more.  

It would be something more.  The  Roomy pulled off Ty’s underwear, and quickly shed his own cloths.  He straddled Ty, and let led his dick into his ass.  The roomy closed his eyes, and then reopened them, his eyes replaced my two spinning spirals, and looked directly into Ty’s eyes.  

Ty looked up directly into his roommates eyes, and pushed his dick into his ass as he became further entranced by his roomy’s eyes.  

I must obey…i will obey….i need to obey.

Ty fucked his Master as he droned on about his need to obey, further cementing his mindlessness.  The headset and eyes keeping him obedient until he was allowed to cum.  

Source: markboi2