The new monkeys, now worshipping their new god take delight in their new forms, gazing still into the mirror that transformed them to begin with. Sometimes even lounging by it, admiring themselves.
Follow up to this.The new convert seems to have taken to his new form quite well, revelling in serving his new god in bringing more dumb humans into the Ooking monkey fold.
Finishing up an old sketch in between commission stuff. All unworthy (Or I guess worthy depending on your view point?) humans who gaze upon the Mirror of Tezcatlipoca find themselves Ooking and making monkeys of themselves.
I had been interested in age regression pretty much as long as I could recall. Even as a kid I’d felt jealous of younger kids, wished I was allowed to play with their toys, be so silly. As an adult the feelings only grew stronger. I longed to be dressed and treated like a little boy, like a six or seven year old.
It got to the point where I was posting on message boards, looking for a suitable Daddy to make me little for him. There was some trial and error, but eventually I met Damon. He sounded like everything I was after. He understood my fantasies of being dressed in a primary school uniform, forced to read silly little kid books and eat chicken nuggets and such.
We finally decided to actually meet in real life! It was both the most frightening and exciting thing I’d ever decided to do. Of course we kept it all very quiet. I told my flat-mates I was going to a show in Wellington and wouldn’t be back for a couple days. Then I drove six hours the other direction, to where Damon lived.
When I arrived I was very glad to see he matched his profile picture. There was always that tiny worry that he’d turn out to be someone completely different, but no, he was a thirty-something man with dark hair, a good four inches taller than me and very broad shouldered. He even greeted me with a hug. Not a manly quick hug either, a big all enveloping cuddle. It felt so nice. I could smell his scent, could feel his hands on my back, holding me tight. I felt little already.
“Come on in David,” he whispered to me. “There’s no point putting it off.”
I couldn’t have agreed more. I was so horny I couldn’t help but tent my jeans. I needed it now before I developed blue balls.
“Welcome home!” he announced, showing me the house.
I chuckled, knowing it was just for the weekend. Still it was nice, him getting into role. His hand was still on my shoulders, guiding me. It felt amazing.
He showed me around, pointing out the naughty corner at one point. It did give me a thrill to hear that childish phrase used but I wasn’t planning on being in it. I was never a badly behaved kid after all and I wasn’t into spankings or discipline. I just wanted to let lose and do some colouring, play with toys, get cuddles from Daddy.
“I don’t think I’ll be spending too much time there,” I commented. “I’ve always been a good boy,” I added with another little thrill.
“We’ll see,” Damon answered vaguely.
I didn’t really like his answer but I understood he was already into the role, I just needed to start getting into mine more. Probably getting changed out of my skinny jeans and baggy t-shirt and into something wholesome and juvenile would help with that.
“So, should I, um, get changed?” I suggested, my heart just pounding.
Damon seemed to think this over, then said, “I think that would be best after we get you a bit more into character.”
“Into character?” I asked.
Damon nodded. “Well I’m a trained hypnotist after all. I assume that’s something you’d like to take advantage of.”
It definitely was. I just hadn’t expected it so soon. Still, I couldn’t really complain. I didn’t really expect it to work of course, I wasn’t really the suggestible type. But it would provide a nice excuse to let go and start really acting little.
“Yeah, sure, let’s do it,” I agreed.
Damon pointed to his couch and said, “Take a seat then.”
I did as directed, waiting as Damon pulled up a chair and sat down in front of me. He took my hands and held them out in front of me, twisting the palms to face each other.
“Okay, legs spread apart, back nice and straight. Take three nice deep breaths for me. One, good, two, that’s right, shed all your tension as you let it out, and three, big one this time, and let it all out.
“Good, now focus on your hands. I want you to imagine they have magnets in them, pulling them together. And as I count upwards the magnets grow stronger and stronger. You need to resist that, try to hold them apart, but the stronger they get, the harder it is.”
He let go of my hands and I did as instructed. Might as well give it a try, even if it was all pretty silly. I imagined magnets in my hands, imagined I had to try to hold them apart.
“That’s right, feel those magnets powering up now. One, two, three, they’re starting to pull more than you can hold back, they’re getting closer and closer.”
I imagined them getting stronger, focused on my hands as they got a bit closer together, feeling tension in my arms as I tried to hold back against the force.
“Four, five and six. Much stronger now, pulling those palms closer and closer. And now you know that when they touch, when those hands clasp together you’re going to drop into the deepest trance, the most wonderful and relaxing state of peace and tranquility. You won’t be able to help it. When the magnets touch you drop deep.”
I had even more reason to hold them apart now, but I imagined the magnets getting stronger, making it harder to keep the palms apart. They slowly moved closer and there was real strain in my arms now. It was very weird.
“Seven, eight. nine. Powerful magnets now, pulling them closer and closer, almost impossible to resist.”
My hands were getting really close now and it was actually hard to keep them apart. In a few seconds more they would actually touch and then…
Without warning Damon grabbed my hands and shoved them tightly together. It was totally unexpected, I was focused so intently on my hands. And then he grabbed them and said in a clear and commanding voice. “Deep sleep.”
An overpowering wave of exhaustion hit me, took me by total surprise. And the world just faded to black, my whole body going limp.
**
“One, two, three and wide awake, refreshed and alert.”
I opened my eyes. I felt disoriented, I felt lost. What had just happened? I could only recall snippets after the wave of sleepiness that took me when my hands touched. There had been a staircase, a soft, comfy one and I’d walked down it. Then there was an elevator, that went to a beach. But everything else was vague and unreal. And I was sure memories were missing.
But I was awake again now, I was back. And I was still sitting on that couch with Damon sitting in front of me on his chair, smiling. Yes, I was on the couch, I could feel its soft fabric on my bottom, it was quite comfy really.
Wait. My bottom! I looked down to see my fully nude body, smooth and bare before Damon. I had no memory of taking off my clothes, and yet they were gone. My penis was no longer erect, it was just dangling there between my legs, soft and small and smooth.
“Wha’ happen?” I asked. And something about my question didn’t sound right. But I wasn’t sure what.
Damon rested his hand on my knee. “You were a very good subject Davey. You went so nice and deep for me. We had a really good talk.”
I didn’t understand what he meant. Had I really been hypnotised? It didn’t seem possible, but how else had I ended up naked without remembering it? How much time had passed? I looked up at the analog clock on the wall. I looked at it long and hard, but something wasn’t right. I couldn’t read it. There were two hands, and they pointed at numbers and meant… I just didn’t know.
There was a feeling of panic rising up inside me. But there was a digital clock on the DVD player and I could see that. But… again, it just didn’t make any sense. I squinted my eyes, I could see it fine, but it didn’t mean anything.
“You don’t have numbers anymore sweetie,” Damon said gently as I squinted.
I blinked in confusion. “What?”
“We made them go bye-bye’s sweetie, so you could be Daddy’s little one. Little boys don’t need to know the time. Daddy is in charge of that anyway,” he explained.
“Da numbas id gone?” I repeated, my tongue feeling weird. I couldn’t shake the feeling I wasn’t speaking right.
Damon nodded again. “Yep, and the letters too. Daddy reads baby boy stories. But you can turn the pages Davey. I know you’ll love helping Daddy out that way.”
But this wasn’t right. Little boys could still read, could tell the time on a digital clock at least. Damon was saying I didn’t even have my alphabet. I tried to think of the song for it, the one we learned in nursery school. It was the… something song. I was drawing a blank. I knew it was meant to be there, but it just wasn’t.
I began to pout, feeling so frustrated. “Where my cwodes?” I demanded.
“I know you wanted some cute little boy outfits Davey, but Daddy decided you’d be best in the cutest little boy outfit of all, your birthday suit.”
I shook my head and clapped my hands over my penis angrily. “Dun wanna be nakey!” I insisted. It was embarrassing, it was all wrong.
“Shh, shh, it’s okay sweetie,” Damon comforted, leaning in and patting my shoulder now. “You won’t mind soon Davey, you’ll be perfectly comfy running around nakey bummed. You won’t even miss wearing clothes. Little boys your age are natural jaybirds.”
“No!” I shouted. “Not dat widdle!”
“I know, you wanted to be six. But that just wasn’t what Daddy wanted and Daddy is in charge after all.”
I gazed up at Damon with deep anger, but also confusion.
“You aren’t six sweetie,” he explained. “You’re two.”
My eyes went wide and I shook my head reflexively.
“That’s right baby, you’re a very young little toddler now. And two year olds run around nakey all the time. Two year olds can’t tell time or sing their ABCs yet. They need Daddy for absolutely everything.”
I’d had enough of this. I was out of here. I wasn’t as big as Damon but I was still a grown man, I had a big body and I was leaving. I stood up defiantly, still cupping one hand over my penis though. Damon didn’t try to stop me. And then I saw my clothes, piled on the floor. Jackpot!
I stepped over and picked up my t-shirt, and… how did I put it on? There were many holes. I fiddled with it, tried to force it on my head. It was pointless. Frustrated I grabbed the jeans. I tried to put it on my feet, but lost my balance as soon as I lifted one leg, and dropped back heavily on my bare bottom. It hurt and I felt a sudden urge to cry, overwhelming my senses.
“Oh Davey, you okay baby?” Damon cooed, dropping to my side, trying to offer comfort.
“No!” I snapped again, shoving him away roughly.
“Davey, we don’t hit,” Damon rebuked me. And a wave of shame rolled over me. I didn’t want to be naughty.
“Do you need to go to the time out corner?” he asked threateningly.
“No!” I pleaded. The idea of time out suddenly terrified me.
“Okay, then keep your hands to yourself,” Damon told me.
I nodded, eager to please him. Then suddenly remembered he was bad, he was doing naughty things too. I needed to get dressed. I needed to leave.
But the jeans were too tricky, even sitting down. I couldn’t seem to get them on. I huffed in frustration and tossed the stupid jeans away.
Damon’s hand was on my shoulder again. “I’m sorry Davey but you’re much too little to be dressing yourself now. A boy your age can usually get undressed pretty easily but only a three or four year old is mature enough to get dressed by themselves.
“But don’t worry your little head. Because little boys your age also don’t have any silly old modesty or any concept of privacy so all you’ll want to do is get undressed anyway.”
So much frustration was hitting me now. I pounded my heels on the carpet and yelled, “Dun wanna be widdle!”
“Calm down now Davey,” Damon urged, rubbing my bare back. “I’m afraid Daddy’s already made your head all nice and little. You already have the intellect and abilities of a two and half year old boy. So there’s really no point in trying to fight it. You need me now baby, you need your Daddy.”
That was the last thing I wanted to hear. I pulled away from Damon, standing up and running naked through the house, back to the front door. I pulled at the handle but it wouldn’t open. It was locked. And as I looked up at the shiny buttons and knobs I couldn’t begin to work out how to unlock the door. All I could do was look out the window at the street, and notice something was missing.
“Vwoom-vwoom gone,” I declared.
“That’s right Davey. I had to get rid of your car baby, so no one can track you here,” Damon explained. “No one knows you came here of course. You did such a great job keeping it a secret. And you brought the computer you communicated with me on too, so that’s a bonus. I used a VPN anyway, so no one was going to be able to track me here.
“Nope, it’s just you and me now Davey. You don’t know how to use a phone of course, Daddy blanked that ability from your little head. Toddlers like to play with toy phones, like to babble at them, but they certainly can’t dial and use a real one. So you won’t be calling any old friends.”
My stomach sank as he explained how completely trapped I was. No one would know where to look for me.
“But don’t worry, you won’t be locked away here for too long. Once any initial interest in your disappearance dies down Daddy will get you enrolled in a nice adult daycare for “special” people. You’ll get to play with other people at your intellectual level. Daddy will take you for walks in the park too, maybe down to the beach even.”
The idea of being at some special school for the intellectually challenged, surrounded by actual retards, scared the hell out of me. I shook my head, refusing to agree to any of this.
Damon smiled again. “I know what you’re thinking. You’ll just tell someone the truth. Or perhaps you’re thinking you can fight the hypnotic conditioning, regain your adult abilities. Well I’m afraid neither of those things will be possible in a moment sweetie.
“Right now you have the intellect of a tot, but you still have your self-awareness, your memories. And of course, I can’t let you keep those. You wouldn’t want me too,” he explained, as if talking about doing me a favour. “It would be torture to live this way. I don’t want you suffering, I really do want you to be happy. And you’re going to be. You’re going to be so very happy, totally carefree and head over heels in love with your Daddy.”
“Dun do it!” I screeched. I couldn’t forget who I was, I couldn’t forget my family, my friends, all my studies! Surely he couldn’t actually take those things away.
But Damon was stepping closer. “You won’t fight the hypnosis because you won’t even know you’ve been hypnotised. You won’t even remember this conversation ever happened.”
I turned around began to frantically push and pull at all the things that might be the lock on the door in a panic. But then Damon’s hand closed on my shoulder. I felt is breath on my neck and he said, “Wipe.”
An intense sensation of disorientation swept over me. I stopped what i was doing, my heart-rate dropping back down, the panic abating. I blinked at the door in front of me, trying to remember what I was doing here. A big hand cupped by bottom and I looked over to see Daddy’s smiling face.
“What you doing Davey?” he asked brightly. “Are you trying to go outside?”
I grinned back at Daddy. He always knew just what I wanted. I nodded and declared, “Go owd!” while slapping my hands on the door. Of course I couldn’t open it, that was something grown-ups like Daddy did.
Daddy chuckled. I like the sound of Daddy’s laugh. It makes me giggle too.
“Well we can’t have you going out all nakey you silly boy, not in the front yard,” Daddy explained.
I looked down, noticing my doodle dangling between my legs. I was all nakey. I like being nakey. I hopped up and down and my doodle got all jiggly too. How silly!
“Nakey-nakey!” I shouted, feeling so comfy, so free.
I love Daddy so much! I open my arms and he let’s me cuddle him really tight. Daddy is so warm and it feels so good and safe when he holds me. I know nothing can get to me, nothing can hurt me when Daddy is here.
“Okay buddy, you go play in the living room and I’ll get things cleaned up. No problem with nakey boys in the living room,” he told me.
Play sounded perfect. I like to play. Daddy gave my bum-bum a pat as I ran off, silly Daddy! There were toys and things to play with but I wanted to climb. I was full of energy and I wanted to explore. I climbed up the couch and tumbled off it. I rolled on the floor. Then I climbed up on the little table. It was trickier than the couch. But eventually I got up on it and squatted there, leaning over and surveying the living room and all my toys.
“Davey, don’t climb on the table, silly boy!” Daddy warned, coming into the living room.
I looked over at Daddy, feeling a little bad for being a naughty boy. “Sowwy Daddy,” I said.
“That’s okay buddy, you didn’t know any better. You’re just my little monkey climbing all over the place.”
I knew what a monkey was. I was such a clever boy. I screeched and scratched at my armpits and made Daddy laugh again. And I knew I wasn’t in trouble. I was a good boy. Daddy would take care of me forever and ever.
Brian had always been a good student. In primary school he looked forward to report days, eager to race home to show off his top marks and glowing comments to his parents. He prided himself on being well behaved and mature for his age. He kept his clothes clean as he could, picked up his toys when he was done with them and kept his room neat.
His good self-control served him well in high school. He focused well on his studies even as his parents fought more and more, their marriage falling apart. As the only child he had no one to share his anger and fears with as he hid himself away in his room to avoid the shouting. It was just him and his books. They became his companions from early in primary school and in his teens he threw himself into reading, escaping into more pleasant worlds.
Brian’s Mum and Dad finally separated when he was sixteen and he went to live with his father. His Dad wasn’t the most loving man but he urged his son to keep up his studies and was very proud when he won a full scholarship to university.
Brian enjoyed being a student. He was good at it. At age twenty-four he had finished a Bachelor’s and his Master’s in English literature and was embarking on a doctoral programme. Reading and writing was his life. He regularly attended a local poetry slam and a writers club. The bookshelf in his little apartment had run out of room.
Before he could start his dissertation though, he had one matter to attend to. His Mum kept leaving him e-mails begging him to come for a visit, insisting it was of vital importance she speak to him in person. He ignored them at first, even considered changing his e-mail. But finally he decided it would be best just to get it over with so he could concentrate on studying.
That was how he found himself driving out of the city and along three hours of winding country roads to the small town his Mum now lived in. He hadn’t been to visit in over a year. He didn’t feel comfortable around her new family at all. He wasn’t comfortable with her second husband or with how much she had changed since she was his Mum as a kid.
Back then she’d been career woman, managing raising him with working as a dentist. She was a city girl, born and raised, university educated of course, well-groomed and with high expectations for him.
But within a year of the divorce, while Brian was still trying to finish school, trying to be his year’s Dux, Mum remarried. And immediately, things got weird. Her new husband, Ted, was nothing like Dad. He was a counselor of some sort, out in some middle of nowhere town. He was a rough-looking guy, didn’t seem educated at all. They had a barefoot wedding, the guys wearing shorts even, outside in tent.
Then it got really awkward when Mum went and had kids with the guy. She was early 40s by then, but still managed to have two boys. And she gave up her career as a dentist and became a simple stay at home mother. That made Brian very uncomfortable. Sure the boys were technically his brothers, but he’d always seen himself as an only child and with them living so far away, it just didn’t seem real.
When he did visit, he didn’t see things he approved of. Mum wasn’t treating the boys like she’d raised him at all. She’d chased after him to keep his helmet on when on his little bike, insisted he wear a coat in mild weather, always made sure he had his shoes on before leaving for school. No sugary treats for little Brian of course, what dentist would let their kid get cavities?
But with her second family things couldn’t have been more different and it just felt so wrong to him. That’s why he didn’t visit, unless he had to. Like today.
The house was modest compared to the place he’d grown-up. He pulled his car up the short driveway, just fitting it behind Ted’s pick-up. Ugh, he would drive the ultimate red-neck vehicle.
The boys were already out playing in the front yard. They regarded his car with some curiosity but didn’t approach. He wasn’t too surprised, a year was an eternity at their age so they probably barely remembered him.
The older one, Craig, was six. He was a wild little kid with a mop of black hair currently standing in the grass in just a pair of short bright red rugby shorts. It was no surprise. Mum always seemed to let the kid run around in nothing but shorts. Last time he was there she let the kid go to the supermarket like that, no shirt, no shoes.
His little brother, four year-old Eddy, was squirming around next to him wearing just his birthday suit. Craig rolled his eyes. Never in a million years would Mum have let him run around the house that way even as a toddler, never mind in the front yard, in full view of the street.
Brian steeled himself for the weekend then got out of the car. To his surprise Craig seemed to instantly recognise him.
“Brian! It’s Brian!” the little boy yelled, running straight over and throwing his arms around him.
“Wow, okay, hey there Craig. Good to see you too buddy,” he said, feeling incredibly awkward as he patted the boy’s back. He wasn’t used to little kids at all.
Eddy then added to the awkwardness, copying his brother by cuddling up to Brian with his skinny little arms.
“Hi there Eddy, aren’t you a big boy!” Brian tried to enthuse.
“I four now!” Eddy announced.
“Wow, you’ll be in school before long.”
“Like Cwaig!” the little boy agreed.
Brian managed to free himself of the hug eventually, letting the boys lead him by the hand over to their toys.
“Dis is my big twuck,” Eddy demonstrated, squatting down and pushing a big yellow plastic Tonka truck around the grass, looking back up at Brian for approval.
“Trucks are for little kids! Lookit my ball!” Craig insisted, holding up a rugby ball.
“Do you play rugby?” Brian asked, really shocked. Mum had always said it was a dangerous and barbaric sport and forbid Dad enrolling him in it.
Craig nodded eagerly. “I love rugby!”
“Oh, okay… and how does Mum feel about you playing?”
“She’s always there when I gotta game. She takes us for Maccas after.”
“I gonna play! I c’n tackle!” Eddy announced, rushing his big brother and trying unsuccessfully to wrestle him to the ground.
“Don’t Eddy! You’re too little!” Craig told him, roughly pushing the boy away.
“Don’t be too rough now,” Brian warned, trying not to upset them but also afraid Eddy could actually get hurt.
“Do I hear a familiar voice?”
Brian looked over to see Mum had emerged from the house. She looked pleased to see him and he tried his best to smile back. But it was hard when she’d changed so much. She was wearing a simple t-shirt and leggings, casual wear she’d eschewed before. Her hair was tied back in a simple bug and she had no make-up on.
“It’s been way too long honey,” she declared, walking into the yard as barefooted as her little boys and pulling Brian into a big hug.
“Good to see you too Mum,” he managed to say, feeling tight and trapped in the hug.
“I know you didn’t really want to come this weekend Brian, but I promise you’ll feel different by the end of it,” she whispered to him. “Now, let’s head on inside and I’ll get you some tea.”
“I ate on the way down.”
“Not Mummy’s cooking you didn’t. Now let’s go.”
**
The house was a bit cluttered with kids’ toys left here and there, dirty dishes in the sink, papers on the kitchen table. But Mum didn’t seem to mind the poor presentation. Maybe because he was family, maybe because she didn’t care about such things anymore.
While she got something ready he checked out the photos on the living room wall. The obligatory wedding and baby photos of course, one of the two boys in the bath tub together, a recent one of Craig in school uniform standing at the end of the driveway. Brian couldn’t help but notice the one missing item of the boy’s bright new uniform, he was barefoot. It shouldn’t have surprised him, had he ever seen the boy in shoes? Even once? No, nothing came to mind. Still it was more evidence of how Mum had changed.
“He was so proud to be in his big boy school uniform,” Mum commented, appearing behind him with a plate of food.
“Oh, yeah, he looks really cute.”
“What’s wrong?” she asked bluntly.
“Sorry? Nothing, I said he looks cute, that’s all.”
“Brian, don’t bullshit me. I know you honey. Spit it out.”
“I just noticed he didn’t have shoes on. I guess that’s a small town thing. It’s nothing, like I said.”
Mum shook her head. “Not a small town thing. As I recall your friend David, he used to walk to school with you in his bare feet every morning, summer and winter.”
Brian frowned. She wasn’t going to let him get away with making an excuse for her. He was just trying to avoid another argument so early in the visit. But no, that was not allowed. Fine.
“Yeah, he did. But you never let me, even in the summer. You called it trashy. I think you said David’s parents were bogans.”
“And you wish I had let you?”
“What? No! I didn’t mean it like that. Just, I mean, I’m surprised you’re letting Craig go to school looking like David did back then, like a bogan.”
Mum didn’t look upset at being called a red-neck though. She just smiled, seeming actually pleased that he’d said it. “Well, I reckon I was a bit harsh on David’s parents back then. As I recall his dad was a lawyer so he was hardly a bogan. I just said that because I was a snob. I’m over that now and I’m sorry I didn’t let you have a real boyhood as a result. I’m fixing that with Craig and Eddy. I encourage them to get messy, play rough, and yes, go to school barefoot as long as they still want to.”
“And run around naked in the front yard,” Brian practically spat.
Her resolve faltered slightly. For a second he saw a chink in her armour. But it was gone just as fast as it appeared.
“I’m sorry that I gave you such body issues when you were little. It was wrong of me. Little ones shouldn’t have any concept of modesty until they get to school age. So if Eddy wants to play in his natural state, that’s what I let him do.”
Brian just shook his head. “What happened to you Mum?” he asked.
“Eat your tea Brian, before it gets cold. There’s plenty of time for discussion later.”
**
Ted joined them not long after tea. Brian was less than pleased to see the man he viewed as responsible for all these changes in Mum. But he forced himself to be cordial, shake the guy’s hand, watch while he cuddled the boys then got himself a plate of food.
“So, your drive okay?” Ted asked him, sitting on the couch, eating.
“Yeah, it was nice to get away from the city,” he answered, watching the two boys climbing all over the couch around Ted, rolling off it onto the floor. It was loud and annoying, but Ted seemed oblivious.
“Yeah, it’s so much nicer out here in the country isn’t it? I don’t know how you life up there in Jafa-land. There’s no room to breathe.”
Brian cringed. He couldn’t stand provincial towns like this one, with their weird hatred of Auckland.
“Actually I like the city. It’s just good to get away from my work, I meant.”
Ted nodded. “I can only imagine. I don’t know how you can stand all that studying. I was so happy the day I left school.”
“I like school!” Craig interjected, looking up brightly from the floor.
“Of course you do buddy. But Brian’s school isn’t like yours. There’s no colouring, no recess, no play time at all.”
Craig’s jaw dropped. “Not even jump jam?”
“Nope,” Ted confirmed to the boy’s horror.
“We even have to wear shoes,” Brian added with deep sarcasm that of course went right over the boy’s head.
“That’s awful! I don’t wanna go to that school. I don’ like shoes,” Craig informed them.
“I bet Brian would love to go to your school buddy,” Ted suggested.
Craig lit up. “Yeah! You could pay with me.”
Brian had to smile at the little boy’s innocence. It never ceased to amaze him how gullible silly little kids were. “Your Daddy’s kidding you Craig. I’m way to old for your school, and besides, I actually like wearing my shoes.”
The little kid looked more shocked than ever. “You’re weird,” he told his older brother.
“Come on now Brian, surely it wouldn’t be so bad. You get to colour, and no one expects you to produce any real work. No deadlines, no responsibilities. Wouldn’t it be nice for a day?” Ted suggested.
“Still think I’ll have to pass.”
Mum walked in from the kitchen, dishes apparently cleaned, sitting next to Brian. “It’s my fault,” she said sadly. “I raised too uptight, too obsessed with school.”
He frowned. “I don’t see how you can consider my school success a bad thing. Most parents would be over the moon at how well I’ve done.”
“You were always so bright honey, even as a little one. But you missed out on so much fun as a result. The way Craig and Eddy are growing up, I’m realising all the mistakes I made with you. And I want so badly to fix them.”
His food finished, Ted got up and moved across to the other smaller couch, sitting on the other side of Brian. He found it a bit odd being between them. It just didn’t seem a normal arrangement. He also felt a bit weird being the best dressed person in the house. He was still sat there in his button-down shirt, jeans and shoes while even Ted was in a t-shirt, faded old jean shorts and bare feet.
“Brian,” Ted began sounding a bit more serious. “The reason we asked you over here this weekend is your Mum has been feeling really bad about how things turned out with you. The fact you don’t have a relationship has really been hurting her.”
Brian looked over to see Mum was tearing up. He was upsetting, but he wasn’t here to be guilt tripped.
“That’s not my fault,” he answered coldly.
“No, that isn’t what I’m saying at all,” Ted assured.
Mum patted his leg. “It’s all my fault Brian. I know that. And I want to fix it.”
“Exactly,” Ted went on. “You see I helped your Mum get on her better path when we first met.”
“It’s been so much better,” she added.
“Yes, and now your Mum wants me to do the same for you Brian. We want to give you a fresh start, a do-over.”
Brian shook his head. “I don’t need a do-over. I’m working on a doctorate for goodness sake!”
“But you could be so much happier, I just know it,” Mum said.
“You really can be. Do-overs, they’re sort of a specialty for me. Usually I work with people in the justice system, in rehab. I’d been reluctant to work with you, I’ll admit it, because of your superficial success. But your Mum has convinced me,” Ted explained.
Now Brian was confused. Mum wanted him to get therapy, from fucking Ted of all people? He was the last counselor he wanted to sit down with. And he didn’t need therapy anyway!
“This is nuts!” he told them. “If this is really why you dragged me all the way out here, I’ll just drive right back tonight.”
“Please, don’t do that,” Mum urged, grabbing his arm.
“And why shouldn’t I? Give me a real reason.”
“I want you to know your brothers,” she answered.
Brian paused at this. He couldn’t really argue with that. “Well, of course I’d like to know them better,” he agreed.
“Then let Ted help you,” she urged.
“Help me how? I don’t understand.”
Ted put his hand on Brian’s shoulder. He looked over to see the man had his hand held outstretched right beneath his mouth. Brian was very confused by this until he saw there was a little mound of white power in the palm of his hand. But before he could react Ted gave a sharp blow, like he was blowing out a candle, and Brian got hit right in the face with the white stuff.
“What the hell?!” he demanded, sneezing and inhaling the stuff. He wiped at his face, blinking his eyes to clear it away.
When he opened them full again he saw Ted was nodding happily to his wife. “He took I nice deep breath,” the man said.
“What? I took a breath of what?!”
Mum patted his shoulder. “Don’t be afraid sweetie, it’s going to be so much better now.”
“What are you talking about? What’s going to be better?”
“Calm down buddy,” Ted directed, a hand firmly on his hip now.
“Stop telling me it’s going to be okay! What was that stuff?”
“It opens up your mind, makes it malleable,” Ted explained.
“You drugged me!”
“You should feel it kicking in very soon. I promise it will be quite enjoyable. As I’ve said, this is sort of a specialty for me. I’ve never had an unhappy customer, once it’s finished.”
“You’re going to change my mind? So what, you’re gonna brainwash me to come visit more? Make me happy you let Eddy run around buck naked in full public view, think it’s just great that Craig plays rugby and has filthy bare feet. Make me proud my Mum’s gone full-bogan?”
“No honey, we don’t want to that. We want you to be happy,” Mum told him.
“We’re giving you a total fresh start Brian,” Ted explained. “I’m going to take your right back to the start, let you be a happy little boy this time.”
Brian paused, terror dawning on his face. “Wait, what?”
Mum continued. “You’re going to be a little one sweetie, just like Eddy. Actually, a bit littler than him. We decided it would be best to go back to well before school age so we settled on three years old.”
Brian shook his head violently. “Are you absolutely nuts?!”
“No baby, we just want to help you. I promise it’s for the best. You’ll get to have all the same fun as Eddy and Craig. You’ll be following them around like a puppy, getting into the same messes, playing with the same toys. You won’t have to be a lonely only child this time. You’ll have big brothers.”
Brian wanted nothing to do with this. But then he felt it, an odd floaty sensation. It hit very fast and strong. His head was swimming and he couldn’t stand up.
Ted patted his back. “That’s it, you feel it now don’t you sweetie? Just let it sink in, let it relax you all over.”
Brian shook his head. “I’m going to be a professor. I have to write my dissertation.”
“I’m afraid you won’t be writing or reading much of anything for a bit sweetie,” Ted cooed. “We can’t really have a three year-old who knows words like dissertation, can we? I’m afraid I’m going to have to clear all those big boy ideas out of your sweet little head. All your thoughts are going to be so nice and simple though, it’ll be a wonderful relief.”
The world seemed to spin and Brian had to fight to keep his train of thought. “You can’t! I’m too smart!” he argued.
Ted chuckled. “You won’t be for much longer buddy.”
“We don’t want you growing up too mature this time baby. Ted’s going to make sure you’re a bit more simple this time. Not too dumb of course, just less academic.”
“No, please…”
“No point in a reset of course, a complete re-do. The point is to start fresh and make the right changes. We don’t want you to be upset when we pack away those shoes, we want you happy to be in bare feet. We want you following Eddy out front to play in your birthday suit without feeling any silly modesty,” Ted went on.
It was a nightmare. All his learning, all his work. They weren’t just making him a little kid, they were going to take away his intelligence too, strip away his manners, his modesty, his work ethic, leave him a dumb redneck boy, a silly nudist.
“People will see me. They’ll know…” he tried to explain.
But Ted was shaking his head. “You’re a special boy, Brian. Your Mum and I took you in after a drug overdose burned out your once brilliant brain.”
“Stop fighting it sweetie, there’s no reason to,” Mum whispered, stroking his hair now.
Brian tried not to give in. He didn’t want to forget, to lose all the things that made him who he was. But the drug was very powerful and his eyes were going glassy and vacant, the world blurring, dimming.
Ted leaned close and whispered in his ear. “Just listen to my voice Brian. Everything I tell you is the truth. You know it with all your heart and soul. Listen carefully to every single word now…”
**
Two Weeks Later
It was children’s story time at the local library. Mums arrived with an assortment of small children and Susie, a librarian’s assistant greeted them and directed them to the right area.
A woman walked in leading two young children with her. One boy of about six wearing a rugby uniform and his little brother, not yet old enough for school, wearing just his board shorts. She was used to that, the woman was a regular and her boys were often in just shorts.
But this time she had another charge, a fully grown young man with messy long hair and a short beard. He was holding the six year-old’s hand, but not as though he were in charge of the boy. No, it seemed clear that the boy was leading him. He was wearing a pair of simple short shorts, perhaps boxer shorts. That was all he wore. The man was barefoot and shirtless. He gazed about the library with empty, innocent eyes and a curious expression.
“Well hello there,” she greeted the odd little family.
“Hi, we’re looking for story time,” the mother said.
“Yes of course. It’s just around the corner. The children can sit on the mat and we have some chairs for grown-ups.”
“Lovely, thank you.”
“And, um, is he here for the story?” she asked awkwardly.
The mother smiled. “Oh yes, he’s a special boy, you understand.”
“Oh, of course. I was just going to say he’s very welcome to sit on the mat with the other little boys and girls.”
“Why thank you. Did you hear that sweetie? Can you thank the nice lady for helping us?” she cooed in the most saccharine sweet voice to the nearly naked man.
The ginger man looked over and smiled a simple child’s grin. “Tank-you,” he said brightly.
“You’re very welcome dear.”
“My name ids Bwian,” he informed her with a bright smile.
She couldn’t help but chuckle at how silly the man sounded.
“Well, it’s nice to meet you Brian. And I must say you look very comfy on this warm day.”
The man giggled. “Mummy gibbed me shorts. But I wan be nakey!”
Susie had to cover her mouth to stop from laughing out loud. The mother didn’t look embarrassed at all though. She just patted the man’s bare back and nodded. “But we can’t go nakey in public, can we?” she prompted.
Brian shook his head. “No-ooooh,” he answered in sing-song. “Not awwowed.”
“That’s right, so we’re going to keep our shorts on like a good boy until we all get home. Right?”
“Yeff Mummy. Bwian be good.”
Susie watched the young man toddle off after the little boy pulling his hand, noting the soles of the fellow’s feet were pitch black, like he hadn’t worn shoes in days or more. Poor fellow, she thought, he probably didn’t know any better.
**
Brian sat on the floor of the library amidst the other young children. Grown-ups sat in seats. The librarian sat in the biggest chair of all, reading from Mother Goose, doing lots of silly voices. Little children liked silly voices. He liked silly voices too, because he was a little boy.
It was perfectly clear that he belonged down here with the other children, even if he was older than them and bigger. The grown-ups were all so smart. They sat in chairs, they wore big people clothes. Being at their feet, it felt right.
He sat cross-legged and looked at his own feet. They were all dirty, all black. He got a smile on his face. It felt so nice to have icky little boy feet, all messy and silly. There was another little boy next to him. He was the same size as Eddy, and he also had bare feet and his were all dirty too. It made Brian feel good to be like the other boys, like his big brothers.
After story time Mummy took Eddy to the toilet. She told Craig to watch Brian. His older brother frowned and then took his hand. “Guess I gotta watch you again,” he said unhappily.
Brian frowned. “Dun gotta watch me,” he told Craig.
“Yeah I do. Cuz you’re too little to be alone now. Daddy made you too little.”
Brian squirmed and wiggled his toes on the soft carpet. “Wike bein’ widdle,” he said.
Craig nodded and patted his arm. “I know Brian. Daddy helped you get happy. It’s just, I wanna… hey, let’s play hide ‘n seek!”
Brian got even more excited at this idea. For a brief second he thought that would be a bad idea. He was supposed to stay here. Then a voice in his head seemed to come from nowhere, reminding him he was a playful little boy, he was too silly and little to follow the rules.
“Yeah! Pway hide ‘n theek!”
“Okay, do you want to count to twenty?” Craig asked.
Brian nibbled on his finger, trying to think of numbers. But there were none. Daddy had taken them all away. “Umm… I ‘unno.”
Craig chuckled. “I’m just kidding silly Billy. I know you can’t count. Okay, you hide and I’ll count! One, two, three…”
Brian squealed in glee and hurried off, racing through the library on his nimble bare feet. He raced up the stairs on hands and knees, then hurried right to the end of the stack, dropping to his bum against the wall, rough-soled and dirty bare soles outstretched.
Brian waited for big brother to come find him. He hoped it would take him a long time. He was such a good hider! Then he looked over at the books. He remembered something about books. He knew grown-ups read them. But not him. He was too little. He looked at the titles. Nothing made sense. The symbols were meaningless to him, just scribbles.
A flash of memory hit him. It happened now and then. He saw himself as a graduate student, living in the city on his own, reading advanced books like these, no, bigger than these. And he was all dressed up, and so smart! And he remembered now, he remembered coming here to this little town, coming to visit, driving himself, a full grown-up able to drive a car like Mummy and Daddy.
“There you are!”
Brian looked up to see Mummy walking along the aisle to him. He picked himself up, standing and feeling clearer by the second. And also more embarrassed. He remembered so much now. He remembered waking up after Ted drugged him, understanding he’d been made little, but not what that really meant. He remembered waking up completely nude and then going right out into the yard that way, playing with the boys just as naked as little Eddy, and passersby could see him and he hadn’t covered up at all.
He remembered flashes of the last weeks. Walking to school with Mummy and Craig, marveling at the boy’s “big” uniform while he wore only his shorts. Letting Mummy lead him by the hand everywhere, letting her parade him around sucking his thumb, prattling nonsense. And now he was in the library, in public, in boxer shorts. It was horrifying.
“C’mon sweetie, we need to get going,” she said now, reaching out for his hand again.
He shook his head, and gave her is angriest look. “I wemembah,” he insisted. “I’m big! I’m gwown-up!”
Mummy gave him a sad look, then stepped sharply forward and grabbed his boxer shorts with both hands, shoving them down, exposing his penis and bottom in one fell swoop.
Brian’s eyes widened as he felt the air on his privates.
“What?” he managed.
“You’re not big sweetie. You’re not a grown-up. You used to be one and Daddy took that all away.”
Brian tried to shake his head no. But Mummy put a finger to his lips. “Sweetie, you’re my little jaybird.”
He wanted to tell her no, tell her how he was remembering things. But when she said those words, something changed. He looked down at his naked body and felt, so silly, so little, so very, very good.
He hopped up and down on his bare feet, making his pee-pee floppy. “Imma jay-biwd!” he repeated.
She nodded, smiling now. “You certainly are,” she agreed.
“Is everything okay?”
Mummy turned around to look at the pretty library woman.
“Oh yes, I’m sorry but I’m afraid he just got out of his shorts for a moment and I was about to help him get them back on. He just doesn’t know any better I’m afraid.”
Silly Mummy. He didn’t take his shorts off. Did he? He was a silly nakey jaybird. And his pee-pee was extra nice and comfy all free. Yes, he must have taken them off. He was a very silly boy after all.
“No problem,” the woman answered, though she looked concerned. “Would you like some help?”
“Oh certainly, thank you dear.”
“No worries.”
The library lady came over. Brian liked her. She was very pretty.
“I nakey now,” he informed her with a grin.
“I can see that dear. But we need to get your shorts back on, okay?”
“Otay,” he chirped, completely forgetting about his brief lucid moment.
A few minutes later, his shorts back on, Brian padded across the lovely warm pavement of the car park, enjoying the sun on his back, his Mummy gripping his hand tightly, sure everything was just perfect.
You don’t remember why you ended up here, only how. You came home with the guy. He was cute. He was hot. Incredibly, even. You would say far above your batting range, but he had taken some interest in you. Not to mention, he’d been so charismatic, so charming, so earnest, that you just couldn’t bear to say no to his cute face.
As you followed him through the pristine halls of his home, you felt lighter, happier, better than you had felt in years. If there had been mirrors around, you would have noticed yourself getting younger, settling down at around what you looked like at 20 years of age. It wasn’t saying much. You were pretty bad at the age of 20, having not a care in the world, not really paying much attention to how you looked or how you dressed, but you were changing.
What fat you had was melting off you, and what you lacked in muscles were beginning to grow in. Your shirt was tight as you started growing, the seams straining as you filled out, as you turned into the idealized version of you at 20. You felt your shirt loosen, but not that much, just enough to accentuate the new muscles that adorned your body. You would have freaked out and run, but you were feeling too good to give up the sensation.
As you walked, you also felt your face shifting around, changing. If you could have seen, you would have noticed the hair on the top of your head changing, growing thicker, healthier. If you had any gray hairs at all, they returned to your natural color. And your face, the asymmetries and the acne and all the pits and scars that had bothered you from your teenage years disappeared, leaving you fresh-faced and clean-shaven.
Your mind also began to regress, losing all your years of wisdom, all the knowledge that you had accumulated. Maybe you try to hang on to some of it, but it all invariably slips through your fingers. It’s at this point that you begin to worry, but you can’t figure out why. Your thoughts flit at the edges of your consciousness, teasingly darting in within reach and then out as you try to grasp them.
You feel slow, you feel dumb, but you also feel warm, light, happy, and fuzzy. It feels good. You’re stupid now, but it feels good. You let him lead you around the house, going around and around in circles, never suspecting, until he seems satisfied with your progress. At that point, he pushes past two large double doors revealing a room with a tiled floor and a large marble tub in the middle filled with foam.
You see wisps of steam rising from the placid surface, and you let go of his hand. You stop. You watch as he descends into the pool, wrapping himself in the foam. You can smell salt in the air, like the sea, and you notice that the pool is actually the lower half of an enormous clam.
You look at the man that had slipped into the tub. He speaks no words. Just looks at you. Watches you as you sway, no thoughts in your head, your cock getting hard. You hadn’t even realized that you were naked. Your cock rises between your legs, but you feel it shrink away, become irrelevant, little more than a nub. Your ass fills out, you feel your hole twitch. His eyes burn into yours with an intensity that makes your knees feel weak.
From the foam, you see his cock rise, breaking the surface of the water, like a delectable pillar of flesh that draws your attention and makes your feet bring you, unbidden, to the edge of the pool. You stop, apprehensive. Somehow, you know that once you bathe in the water, all of this would be permanent. You would be forever in the thrall of the being before you.
But your dulled mind can see nothing wrong with that and you take your first step into the warm water. Your cock spews between your legs, the pleasure overwhelming you, shattering what little is left. You dip your other foot in. You keep shooting as you walk toward the man, your mouth loose and open, drool dribbling from the tip of the tongue that’s hanging out of your mouth.
When you stand in front of him, you sink to your knees in worship and kiss his cock. “Good boy,” he says, rubbing your head. “Good boy.” And you lower your head and envelop his length. It is the most intense sensation you have ever felt. Who could have known worship at the feet of a god, one risen from the foam, could feel so good?
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Ian was a red-blooded man. He knew it. He just knew it. He had fire in his veins and that couldn’t have made him anything more than an Alpha male. It’s why he had chosen to work out on one of the platforms in the gym. Show off for the bubble boys that were busily trying to lift their pansy weights while really just wanting to do squats over the much-contested dildo-poles that made up a large portion of the gym floor.
Near everyone was naked, but that wasn’t much of a surprise anymore. There were still a few holdovers from the old world, pitiful, repressed, conservative men who thought that everyone should wear clothes. Public nudity laws had been pretty much repealed because they became unenforceable. What were the cops to do? Round up all the bubble boys who loved to strut practically or actually naked in the streets? Nah. There were too many, now.
Ian was one of the first generation of men that had never known women. He knew that his father had been an omega, but that didn’t matter. His father had been a surrogate. He had been raised by two Alphas that had, against all odds, fallen in love with one another. He had drank in their masculinity and he definitely had the body to show it. He wasn’t no bubble boy and he made sure the gym-goers knew it.
And he knew that the bubble boys loved men in gear, so he wore some whenever he decided to work out. He had every intention of taking home one of the bitches, bedding them, and showing them how a real man’s cock could make them squeal. But little did he know that there was another man, an actual Alpha watching his displays of superiority from the shadows, snickering.
Mark had amused himself long enough watching Ian pretend to be a real man. He was a carrier for the virus, and anyone who didn’t have the Alpha gene immunity would succumb as soon as he bred them. By the end of the day he was sure that he would have Ian bent over the platform, making the bubble boys envious as he pummeled that sure-to-be tight hole with his large, leaking, superior alpha cock.
When Mark was done with Ian, Ian would realize that muscles didn’t make him an Alpha when there was a dripping boycunt between his ass cheeks. And he was going to enjoy fucking the brains out of Ian a lot. The pretender had liked to boast about his intellectual prowess, lording his superiority over the bubble boys. But not for long. Mark was going to fuck Ian so hard, Ian’s brain was going to turn to mush.
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When you can choose from a whole team of hypnotised football jocks why not take them all? They will obey your every command since they’re properly trained by coach. You get to have them for 2 days and you can do whatever you want with them. How does that sound?
You took the team home and then it was time for the fun to begin. While you let one eat your ass, and one suck your cock, the rest began cleaning your house. They were still naked apart from wearing their helmets and chest armour. On the second day you lined them all up on all fours and fucked each and every one of them in their boyholes and finally cummed inside the team’s captain.
Feeling satisfied you left the football slaves in the room while you went away to take a shower. After returning to the room naked you noticed they got up and were staring at you. Your cum meanwhile was leaking out of the captain’s ass. He didn’t seem to notice it. He started to talk in a robotic voice. ‘time is up. 48 hours are over. Payment is needed.’ Not knowing that he meant you asked what kind of payment. Coach hadn’t said anything about payment.
Then the whole team suddenly started to move towards you. Before you could make a move or try to run 3 of the guys grabbed you and pinned you down on the ground. They were too strong for you so trying to run away was impossible. They rest of the team started to slowly stroke their soft dicks. Within minutes they were all hard and stroking their cocks while standing around your pinned down body. You wanted to scream but one of the guys holding you put his hand over your mouth.
After what felt like ages they all simultaniously cummed over your body. A dozen of warm loads of cum covered your body from head to to. Some even got in your mouth and you nearly threw up from the salty taste. The 3 guys let you go and you quickly stood up. Cum started to drip on the ground. Then suddenly you felt the cum drying up quickly. It felt like it was being absorbed by your body. You stumbled to the bathroom nearly tripping over your own legs. When you looked at yourself in the mirror you noticed that all of the cum had vanished.
Then something strange happened. Your face began to shift shape. Out of nowhere your lips grew in size and a noticable jawline appeared where previously there was a boyish face. Your hair grew somewhat longer styling itself into a perfect cut. In a matter of seconds your face became handsome and hot. Your slowly raised a hand to your face when you noticed a blue glove was covering it. You had one around your other hand too. What was happening?
When you looked at both hands you noticed your skin started to change colour starting where the gloves ended and spreading all over your body. It was a slightly darker more bronze like colour than your normal skin colour. It was as if your skin was tanning extremely quickly. After a few seconds it looked like you had spent days in the sun. when the tan reached your chest something moved under your skin. It felt strange. As if something was growing there. You had the same feeling in your arms and belly. Then suddenly to giand muscled appeared under your nipples and a giant sixpack plumped up under your skin. Even without flexing these rock hard abs were clearly visible. You started touching the giant pecs on your chest when you noticed big biceps had appeared on you arms. You arms had nearly trippled in size since you were never that muscular.
Under your sixpack the black pubic hairs receded back into your skin. You look down in amazement as you notice that your now smooth dick is growing. A giant wave of pleasure travels through your body as your dick doubles in size. You feel that your ass gained more volume too, your butt sticking out backwards now. As your dick is slowly starting to stiffen you suddenly feel something tight around your cock and ass. You look down again and see that your new enormous junk is covered in a tight blue jockstrap, leaving your bubblebut to stick out. Further down your tighs had grown and had developed a lot of muscle, giving you an impressive look.
While you were admiring your new hot body in the mirror, still not understanding what was happening, the football team had entered the bathroom. The captain was holding a piece of chest armour similar to the ones they were wearing. Once again 3 guys grabbed you. While you had become much stronger when those muscles had appeared on your body, three jocks were still too much for you. Unable to free yourself the captain placed the armour over your head and on your broadened shoulders.
The guys let go of you and you fell onto your knees. Your thoughts were beginning to become fuzzy. You tried to remember what you were doing but something made you forget it. Then suddenly all of your memories left your mind. You forgot who you were, what your name was, where you lived. All of the memories of your live just vanished. Then the entire team started to talk. ‘One of us. No. 14. One of us. No. 14.’ They kept repeating. Slowly but surely new memories entered your mind. You were number 14 of the team. Your were one of the hottest. You had the biggest cock of the team. You were to obey coach. You were to obey anyone who was given permission to command you by coach. Serving was your purpose and that was the only thing you did. You had no limits. You existed to serve coach.
You stood up. While your cock desperately tried to get hard in the tight jockstrap, while your hole was itching, while your nipples were erect and sensitive, you said: ‘I am slave no. 14, I am ready to serve. I am one of the team.’
I had a bad feeling when I found out that the tattoo artist my boyfriend had booked an appointment with was actually my high school bully but I presumed I was just being petty and not letting go of the past. I didn’t even think that Caleb recognized me and I certainly wasn’t going to bring up that he used to throw me into dumpsters and shut me in lockers. High school had been a pretty traumatic experience for me and I wasn’t eager to relive it any time soon.
My boyfriend could tell that there was something wrong the moment we got home from booking the appointment. I confessed my history with his new tattoo artist and unsurprisingly Kyle just shook his head and laughed. “That was years ago now, babe,” he reminded me, “I’m sure he’s a different man entirely now.” To reassure me he placed a kiss on the end of my nose and even though I still felt uneasy I didn’t want to make a bigger issue out of it than I had to.
In retrospect I absolutely should have insisted that Kyle had to go to somebody else to get inked. I’d had a bad feeling about Caleb who had always been a homophobic jerk when we were at school but I had no idea what kind of damage he could really do to my relationship.
You see, magic isn’t really something I’d ever considered to be a reality – much less magic-infused tattoos. It was obvious from the moment Kyle returned back to our shared apartment that there was something supernatural about what had happened to him because he had somehow transformed into a man I hardly recognized. While he had always been lean and enjoyed a good jog around the city every few days, he was now sporting strong muscles that pushed his shirt to the very limit as it tried to contain him. His jawline was a little squarer and his hair had both thickened and become shorter as he sport the same well-groomed look I had seen on the preppy guys I worked with.
My gaze was immediately drawn to the full sleeve tattoo down his right arm and I gasped. “You said it was only going to be one small tattoo!” I protested, trying not to think about how big Kyle’s biceps bulged when he shifted his arms. Even his left arm had a skull tattoo on the forearm which wasn’t his style at all!
Kyle frowned back at me, tilting his head to the side and running his gaze up and down me. There was a look in his eye that I could only consider to be disgust and it made a shiver run down my spine. What was going through my boyfriend’s head now I’d left him alone with Caleb for an extended period of time? I was certain that it wasn’t good.
“You got a problem, bitch?” he growled, his voice far deeper than I was expecting. Was there no limit to his changes? It was becoming more and more clear with every passing second that this was no longer the man I had fallen in love with. I wanted to confront Caleb but what was I going to say? There has to be a way to get my Kyle back…
“What did he do to you?” I whined, backing away as he advanced, ripping his shirt off to reveal a muscle-packed torso with another tattoo of Latin words adorning the lower left side. “Come on Kyle, it’s me. You know who I am, right?” I pleaded, wondering just how far the magic had affected him.
“Yeah, you’re the slut I keep around to get me off whenever I want it,” he snapped it, reaching out to force me down onto my knees. The sheer display of his masculine power had me strangely aroused and I couldn’t bring myself to fight back. Instead I told myself that the only way to get my Kyle back was to keep him on my side in the meantime while I investigated. Besides, I was strangely curious to see if the magic had made his cock any bigger.
Suddenly eager to please him, I began to unbuckle his pants and admire just how much of a muscular stud those tattoos had made Kyle. He looked every bit like the dangerous bad boy I’d always lusted after but never been confident to make a move on so maybe there was a small part of me that was enjoying this for some bizarre reason.
“It’s a good thing you look so good on your knees,” he grunted, forcing his cock between my lips and starting to fuck my mouth. “My buddy Caleb’s coming around later so you better be on your best behavior. Who knows, maybe I’ll even ask him to tattoo a tramp-stamp on you…”
Fuck. Letting Caleb tattoo something on me sounded like a surefire way of losing my identity just like Kyle had. Then again – would it really be so bad?
You were lost in the city. You were sure the museum was somewhere around here, at least thats what the map your girlfriend gave you was saying.
You turn a corner onto what you think will be the right street, but its just an alley. For gods sake. What was wrong with you today, you can’t follow a simple map? There must be something in the air. You take your phone out to text your girlfriend you’re gonna be late to the… umm… museum, that’s it. You’re going to a museum.
“You look a little lost, dude! Want some help?” you look up and there’s a shirtless guy walking towards you. ‘wow’ you think ‘this guy is… I mean I’m not gay but this guy is incredible.’
He sees you looking. “Hey man, my eyes are up here. I asked if you were lost? Do you speak english?”
“Oh uh yeah, sorry dude. Um I’m meant to be meeting someone at the… umm… yknow that place with the art and statues and stuff.”
“The museum?” He smirks. What’s so funny?
“Yeah, the museeum. I’m meeting some girl there.”
He smirks again. Goddamn this guy is handsome. And so cocky. And so built. “Just some girl? Not a girlfriend right?”
You blush. “Nooooo, no way. Just a friend. She wants to see the art and stuff. And I just….” Your eyes trail down his torso again. God it is so hot today, you can see beads of sweat on his pecs. You can almost smell him…
He puts his hand behind his head casually. “Well dude, sorry, I can’t help you there. I don’t know anything about museums. They’re stuffy and old and full of boring stuff. No fun at all. Don’t you agree?”
You nod. “Yeah you’re right.” To be honest, you’ll agree with anything he says. He just seems so good. So hot. You laugh.
“What’s funny, dude?” He asks, moving in closer. Oh man, you can smell him. He smells so goodd. Like the smell of him is so distracting. Between his smell, and the sight of him flexing and posing in front of you, you can barely concentrate on anything else…
“Oh uh nothin dude. Just me bein dumb. So what should I do then?”
“Well the beach is pretty hot dude, I just came from there. You could go there…” he looks you up and down, “orrrrr if you’re feeling in the mood for some fun and maybe a dumb mistake or two, you could come home with me?”
“Yeahhh dude, that sounds like fun.”
“Yeah, you seemed like a dude who liked fun. You do like fun, don’t you, dummy?”
“Haha yeah I love fun. But who’re you calling dummy?”
“You, dude. Look at you, you’re just a big dumbass, right? You can’t even read a map.”
“Ohhhh dude, you’re so right.”
He flashes another smile. “Of course I’m right, bro.” He lifts his arms up, snaking his arms up, flexing his huge biceps, stretching his pecs, making his perfect nipples dance, flashing a little bit of arm pit, you’re so entranced by his sheer hotness.
Then he puts his arms down, looks deep into your eyes, and says “So you coming dude?”
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