Encounter in Subjugation
Brad's adventure
The seti screen saver continued performing its calculations on the
screen. Steve spared a moment or two before he proceeded to hit the
space bar to clear the screen and return to his email file and the
last message he has sent to his mysterious friend Brad in the States.
Steve had always quite liked the idea of having some kind of
experience with Brad, as Brad's stories on the dimensions forum, a
shrinking erotica forum for gay men had always stirred Steve's loins.
But Steve felt that Brad, whilst excited by shrinking fantasy, was
excited because he was a highly sexed man excited by many forms of
erotica and not one totally hooked on it like Steve felt that he
himself was at times.
So whilst Steve fantasized, he never considered it beyond such a
point and besides these kinds of things were only ever going to be
fantasies by their very nature.
The seti screen saver was back up and running not long after Steve
had stepped away for a coffee, it had an option whereby you could
turn it on and run it in one corner of your screen even when other PC
applications were being operated.
The idea of the application was that it constantly mathematically
calculated signals from outer space and that one day there would be a
chance that some PC user somewhere whilst having their PC used as a
part of a global processor for the seti project may well find their
home computer revealing secrets from outer space and alien
civilizations.
As Steve was perusing his ICQ he noted Brad was on line, before he
could say hello however he looked at the right uppermost corner of
his monitor. The seti gobbledy-gook was actually appearing to make
some sense.
As Steve attempted to verbalize the strange language appearing on his
screen, strange sensations started to penetrate his being.
The speaking of this language seemed to create a sense of power
within and without Steve's body.
Like the old saying of there being power in words was at least in
this case totally true.
As he continued reading aloud, he didn't realize that he was actually
creating a highly complex mathematical equation that was turning him
into binary code. rewriting his entire DNA as an algorithm and he was
no longer an organic life form.
He wasn't sure when he realized but he did realize that whilst
everything appeared the same it wasn't.
That whilst he still appeared to be in his study, this thought was
illusory. He was now a piece of machine code.
He for a moment, rather funnily found his mind slipping to thoughts
about one of his favorite fantasy objects, his American mystery man,
Brad.
As Steve thought these thoughts his whole environment changed. his
thoughts and imaginings were rewriting his enviroment like an update
program updates an application.
Brad looked around himself in a state of slight confusion. He had
been at home about to start chatting on ICQ with his Aussie pal,
Steve and then he had felt disoriented. As the disorientation passed
he found himself in a strange yet familiar apartment.
The apartment smelt of fresh man sweat, mixing with the musty aroma
of sex like it was built in to the walls of the place.
"Do you miss your home?" Steve asked. He was stretched out on the
large couch that held center stage in the apartments living area. His
body was well built, his six pack washboard stomach muscles rippled
under the confines of a thin cotton shirt.
Steve was not entirely sure of all that had transpired but on an
almost instinctual level he now knew that he was not organic and that
his very thoughts rewrote himself and his world, of which Brad purely
by chance had become a part.
His very desires were at the moment in full flight as the guiding
determinator of this world in which both of these former organic life
forms found themselves.
"Don't..." Brad caught Steve's hands as he began to unbutton Brad's
shirt, his hands were hard, firm and large, a mans hands thought
Brad. "I... I don't understand." even though like Steve on an
instinctive level he did.
The slap took Brad by surprise. He stumbled back, holding his cheek,
trembling with clenched fists as he found himself looking up
considerably at Steve's face.
Steve flushed red at Brad's penetrating glare, looking down to avert
Brad's gaze at the floor. Finally he said "Brad, I'm sorry but you
must understand your now mine...
Steve ripped off Brad's shirt and threw it carelessly across the
room. Eagerly he pushed Brad down on the floor, unzipping Brad's
pants and reaching his hand inside to clutch Brad's balls.
Brad gasped as he felt Steve rubbing playing his hand across the
underside of his genitals. Forcing Brad to lower his head, Steve in
turn arched his back impatiently, thrusting his erection into Brad's
unwilling mouth.
Brad's throat felt slick, warm and tight. Steve moaned, as he ran his
fingers through Brad's hair.
Brad remained submissively deep throating, still confused as to what
was happening.
He was being held firmly in place as Steve's penis slid all the way
in and out of his mouth. It seemed his Aussie pal felt just so
gargantuan. Grabbing the base of Steve's meat with both his hands, he
felt strangely compelled to begin working his tongue in a circular
motion around the head.
Then a part of Brad's unconscious seemed to communicate with his
conscious self, a part of him on an instinctive rather than an
intellectual level realized that he was a piece of data, a sub
routine of a larger application. That application was Steve, and it
had sentience, it wanted pleasure, and as these feelings permeated
Brads mind he felt himself being rewritten as the larger application
altered its sub routine and deleted some of the bytes running the
Brad program.
"I'm gonna...!" Brad was brought back to the here and now as Steve's
penis bucked wildly inside his mouth battering Brads taut stretched
lips, shooting stream after stream of sticky white cum down his
throat.
He grit his teeth and swallowed begrudgingly for fear he might be
deprived of oxygen as the large tool constricted his airflow.
All the while feigning enthusiasm, lapping at the head and squeezing
Steve's ball bag to milk every last drop from the big man whom Brad
now found himself looking some distance up to, far more it seemed
than normal.
He realized that his rewrite had reduced his byte size considerably
as he looked up at the big man towering over him by at least some
three foot.
Some of Steve's semen spilled from the corner of his mouth, dribbling
down his chin in cascading drops of milky white fluid. Steve wiped at
them with his fingers, then pushed them back between Brad's lips.
Fearful of the consequences of not doing so, he sucked them
obediently, licking from the tip of each finger to the palm.
---
Brad was forced to endure this enforced servitude for several hours,
being made to lie with the big aussie stud, he was regaled with
Steve's intentions for his body, which was now Steve explained simply
a receptacle for his semen.
******************************************************
Yeah, to have your tight little fuck channel being plowed by a
ponderously large member forging its way into your ass canal?
Your cheeks spread I approach you, as you remain bent over in
servitude. I place the head of my dick at the entrance to your ass
hole.
I rest it there residing against the opening waiting.
When I feel you relax - I push into your bowels at a pace you aren't
prepared for.
You shudder as you feel the massive invasion of your tiny hole.
You instinctively try to pull away, but you can't break free, stuck
like a pig on a spit
It rams into you shoving you several inches forward as my crotch
finally slaps up against your anal pubes
I slowly draw out my dick until only a tip remains. Your whimpering
has calmed down in light of the intrusion having been removed.
Then I slide it back in ever so slowly, shoving it to the right and
the left, making little circular motions
Your hole starts relaxing further; the pain subsides almost entirely.
You feel totally eroticised as it caresses the lining of your manhole.
It teases your hole as it slides slowly out one moment and then back
in a moment later. Your whole being becomes focussed on the
sensations of your ass hole.
I slowly slide a finger into your hole to stimulate it further
You can't believe both a finger and a thick piece of meat are in your
hole.
But as you reach back a shaking hand you can feel them both back
there.
I try inserting another finger to the other side of my cock, your ass
sweat having made your hole real nice and lubricated.
So now I slide a finger each side of my man meat trying to plier open
your tight little boy hole.
You feel like you're in heaven despite a part of you not believing
you can be open so wide.
You feel a cool breeze enter your by now stretched and distended
hole - ever so gently caressing the inner lining of your ass and
giving its walls goose bumps.
You feel now completely possessed but you seem to ache to have both
ends filled. I note this so slowly remove my meat from your ass hole.
Some of my precum dribbles from your distended hole. I move to your
face and as you are lying down upon your back - I pull you forward
till your head hangs back over the edge of your bed. I slap your face
with my gargantuan meat
you splutter and in doing so open your mouth. I seize my chance
forcing my dick into your mouth, down your throat violating your soft
sensuous lips
*******************************************************
Steve's hot talk had surprised Brad by making him feel hornier than
he considered he could feel particularly in the circumstances in
which he found himself. Steve blew a cold breath into Brad's ear. His
fingers remained inside of Brad's mouth, making Brad feel strangely
comforted yet vulnerable.
Brad felt the smell and taste of his own cum, it seemd to create a
lingering afterflavour.
Steve was pleasured at all that had befallen him but alas he thought
whilst Brad was fun he wanted more interaction than just one on one.
Now he wanted to take a forum like dimensions just one step further.
So he imagined and his imaginings became substance, a world began
appearing outside of the apartment, one not unlike the real world
from which they had come.
But there was a difference; the difference was that this world was
populated by men, the menfolk in part from the dimension forum, at
least by similes of them as Steve imagined them to be.
Brad, whom had come to be more cognizant of what had occurred, was
bothered. Some of these folk he did not think much of & added to his
sense of bother was annoyance in that of all of them, even those whom
were often diehard "little guys" Brad was at the moment the smallest.
He was approached by one called `short dude', his stomach tightened
as he caught sight of him.
For he was still quite formidable in comparison to Brad, He followed
Brad, as Brad decided to later, after the larger world had been
brought into existence by the sheer force of Steve's will, to "have a
look around".
Brad found himself followed to the beach and then later after that,
he found the guy seated behind him in a picture theatre. Brad
couldn't remember after a little while how long he been getting
stalked.
At first he had lingered in the background, blending in with the
plentiful scenery. Then as time passed he edged closer and closer,
until finally he took a more direct action. He spoke, no he told Brad
to bend over, lower his trousers and prostrate himself on a public
park bench.
Brad's sense of humiliation was greater than ever. It was one thing
his mind reasoned to be beholden to, commanded by Steve, he had been
at least a real live human being & he was the application. But this?
to be used as nothing more than an archival file by a system object
handler is how Brad's mind interpreted it. The idea of refusing
however was to frightening for him. Thinking that if that meant the
program didn't run, he would be deleted by some type of virus check
program or a scandisk command that sought to eliminate obsolete files.
The "short dude" file reiterated its earlier demands. "Bend over
the
bench, Brad." it said.
Brad winced. It appeared that other `characters' were giving him a
sympathetic look of knowing.
Slowly he lowered his trousers and bent over the bench in question,
noting from the corner of his eye Short dude's ever so sly smile.
As he waited there bent over he tried to not think of what was about
to happen. But Short Dude had no intention of letting him blank out
his presence.
"Brad." He whispered. "Do you want it?"
Since he would not have liked the answer, Brad thought it best to say
nothing.
This proved difficult, especially as Short dude was already pushing
his hands down the back of Brads jeans and caressing his lower back.
"Brad, why so difficult? It wouldn't hurt you to relax a little and
enjoy the moment."
"Some would consider this coersion at best, more probably rape." Brad
replied coolly. "It's not the kind of thing I normally enjoy."
Despite Brad's objections, Short dude was pressing uncomfortably into
his backside, rubbing his meat against Brad's body as his hands
traced Brad's package.
"Why me?" Brad pleaded, "Your supposed to like bigger men?"
"I know" Short dude replied, but there is something that just makes
me want to fuck you more than anything else.
Nothing turns me on more than seeing you standing at full height,
your mouth level with & sucking my dick, begging for more.
"But I'm not that short" Brad began before he felt his logic altering
all over again. He looked up at Short dude; he now only reached Short
dude's groin in height making him not much more than 18 inches tall.
Short dude flipped Brad over, as he lay bent over the park
bench. "No!" Brad screamed as his shirt was pulled up to his
shoulders.
The now rough fingers of the much larger man passed over his chest,
teasing his nipples. They were pinched, pulled, squeezed & rubbed
hard enough to even draw blood.
"Shut up, Brad." he shouted, pushing Brad down & rolling him back
over on to his stomach until Brad was bent back over the park
bench. "I'm going to fuck your sorry little ass and make you like it.
Tugging the belt from his own pants, he bent both Brad's arms behind
his back and tied his wrists together.
Then he pulled down the pants and underwear that Brad had been
grabbing at to recover from his state of enforced undress, pulling
them right down to his ankles, exposing Brad's buttocks.
Brad cried out at the first stinging smack of Short dude's
hand. "You've been a naughty little boy?"
Little boy indeed! thought Brad angrily, although another smack
directed his thoughts to the pain rather than anger. He lurched
forward with it, bruising his balls painfully on the park bench.
Short dude stopped to run his hands over the red and burning cheeks
of Brads bubble bottom, caressing the twin globes of Brad's ass in
his hands and rubbing them rudely.
"I think you want to be spanked, Bradley. You naughty boy!"
He spanked, and he spanked again, Brad unable to contain himself for
some strange reason found some sense of pleasure amidst the pain.
Reaching under himself to stroke his semi-hard penis.
He wanted to deny the sense of building pleasure, the idea that the
pain of his ordeal could arouse him, not to mention the way it seemed
to infantalise him.
He bit his lips and refused to give `Short dude' the satisfaction of
hearing him moan in eroticised bliss.
With his hand wrapped around his dick, Short dude's hand continued to
rein down on his rear.
It was humiliating, to say the least, as Brad couldn't help but to
actually cry in the end, as the continuous blows really began to hurt
his by now tender rump.
"Shut up and take it like a good boy." Short dude said, and when he
wouldn't he found Short dude grabbing his own now oversized briefs
and stuffing them in his mouth. "Mmrf! Mmph!" was all Brad was then
able to vocalize as Short dude continued his spanking.
It seemed forever before it was finally over. Brad's ass felt like it
was on fire & his penis trembled in painful erection. Short dude
proceeded to rim his hot flaming butt, distributing his saliva deep
into the crack between the mounds of both shining cheeks.
Standing up straight from his bent position over Brad's prostate
form, he thrust a hand between Brad's thighs and forced him to spread
apart his legs. The fingers of Short dude's hands began forcing open
Brad's crack, revealing his pink puckered hole. "Mrrgh!" Brad
protested, but Short dude's saliva covered little finger was already
sliding into Brad's shitter.
Brad tried to pull away, tried to free his person but Short dude
pressed down on the small of his back, holding him in place as he
finger fucked his asshole.
Brad groaned into his gag as Short dude stretched out his anus,
adding more fingers as he went along.
Finally satisfied that Brad was loose enough with no further ado, he
got behind Brad and kicking apart his legs, he lubed Brad's asshole
with nothing but his precum.
Brad suppressed a scream of horror, as he was penetrated, Short
dude's fat knob stretching him so wide he thought he was going to
split in half.
"Oh god, Dude, stop! Stop it! You're hurting me!" Brad shouted in
pain and anguish.
"Stop fighting me boy." He shouted, stuffing inch after inch of his
humongous cock into Brad's abused and battered ass hole.
Your little boy cunt is so damned tight! Take it!
Take my cock! I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to sit
down for a week!"
He shoved himself forcefully into Brad, all nine inches of pulsating
meat pushed deep up into Brad's spasming hole.
Brad by now lost in a daze whimpered as he felt Short dude pulling
out and then shoving it back in. The pressure being placed on Brad's
over excited prostate made him move between a state of pain and a
state of overwhelming lust.
As the pounding pace grew more intense, it didn't take long for Brad
to cream his load, much to his own shame and humiliation. He squealed
pathetically, as he sprayed the park bench with the tiniest load of
cream.
Short dude came with a shudder and spasm's wracked his body as he
shot what felt like a gallon load of sperm into Brad, coating the
walls of Brad's shit chute with his thick steaming man juice.
As Short dude withdrew, Brad felt a rush of his anal juices & the
dude's semen trickle from his distended asshole, between the cleft of
his cheeks and down the back of his thighs.
On some level for reasons he didn't understand, could not comprehend,
he felt a sense of great loss as the head of the dude's prick popped
from his anal lips. He felt so empty without that huge thing inside
of him, a part of him almost wanting for the dude to put it back
in....
Brad managed to drag himself back to the apartment. It seemed to take
forever and all the while his asshole seemed to leak more and more of
the dude's man juice from it. He wondered how it was possible that he
could, when he was such a tiny man have so much of it inside of him.
But come to that he thought, how was it at all possible, that his 18
inch body was able to even be the receptacle for a 9 inch boner when
it was literally half the size of his entire stature, realizing that
the laws of the physical organic world did not apply when you were a
byte of information.
Anything and everything could be rewritten. On his way back to his
apartment another of the recreated minions from the dimension forum
greeted him. The chap introduced himself as little Adam and despite
the name he as well towered over Brad.
Realizing Brad's plight he offered to carry Brad back the remaining
distance to his apartment.
Brad found himself slewn over the guy's shoulders in a fireman's
carry and escorted the remaining distance back to his place.
Brad had to admit to himself as his bod was rather unceremoniously
placed across the guy's shoulder that this little Adam was a bit of a
hunk.
He appeared to be only 18 or 19 years old. A little young Brad
thought but otherwise a good build & the kind of dirty brown hair
look that always seems to look rugged and sexy. He appeared to be
another three footer.
Back at the apartment Brad wondered whether Steve was aware of all
that had happened, there was a slight grin on his face almost
perpetually. Brad introduced little Adam to Steve even though on one
level he realized that Steve had to know this guy existed. He was
after all a manifestation of Steve's own will.
Brad instantly started feeling better as Steve rewrote his file
structure and in a matter of seconds he seemed to have physically at
least entirely recovered.
Later as Brad expressed his frustration over being so massively
objectified Steve relented and returned him to a normal stature.
Whilst Brad felt better he wasn't entirely comfortable as he realized
that he was subject to change at Steve's whim.
Later that night as little Adam had remained for the day. Brad
enjoyed some positive actions on Steve's part. Steve embued him with
the ability to rewrite himself. Almost immediately he set to work. He
couldn't help but boast to little Adam looking across at him from the
armchair in which he resided. " What do you think?" he asked, flexing
his now larger muscles.
" Wow" he muttered, staring at Brad in awe. " I can't believe it.
The
additional files like little Adam were oblivious that they were
nothing more than constructs, so therefore this kind of thing boggled
their minds as much as it would anyone from the real world.
Brad toyed with the nipple ring hanging proudly upon his left breast.
It had appeared as if out of nowhere after he had berated Steve for
not giving him sufficient independence in the realm that they now
occupied.
Steve had found it difficult to imbue file write ability to Brad
directly so he had to give to him as a form of a `system plug in' an
additional program that linked via a subroutine to the Brad program.
This sub routine extended even further to another identical ring that
Little Adam now sported hanging from his right nipple. Not only, did
this give Brad the ability to rewrite his own programming but also to
manipulate that of Adam, for where the rings were concerned one,
Brad's was the transmitter and Adam's was the receiver.
Whilst Steve had rattled this off tohim, Brad hadn't really clicked
as to all the repercussions of such a statement.
" Let me try it" Little Adam had pleaded.
Grinning at his newfound stature, Brad handed Adam the ring after
carefully having removed it from his nipple. Adam held the ring and
indicated he wanted to experiment with the effects on resizing his
penis.
Being a shy person by nature he retired to a spare room to do just
that. Brad was cool with Adams' shyness, despite Adam being at the
end of the day a piece of machine code, he was such an advanced piece
of machine language it was very much the case that as a program he
was still a unique and sentient file.
Some time later Adam finally emerged from his lone sojourn from the
spare room and handed Brad back the ring. As Brad reinserted it to
his nipple he noted. "Hey" he yelled to Adam, "you've given me
the
wrong ring!"
He started to remove the nipple ring from his nipple, yet as he
attempted to open the clasp, he found gasping & struggling with it
that he couldn't. It just wouldn't budge. It had opened easily enough
when he had inserted it with absolutely no problem, but now it was
refusing to reopen.
" Damn" Brad swore, becoming increasingly annoyed with it, and
perhaps a little worried.
Adam chuckled, holding the other ring tightly with a look of focus on
his countenance, which Brad didn't like at all.
All of a sudden Brad felt something about his person changing and
gasped in surprise.
Quickly pulling open his jeans he found that his cock had grown
bigger.
" Looking good," he thought, observing Adam as he approached Brad and
began touching the gargantuan 12 inches.
Brad was in awe, staring at his fully erect member as Adam with a
come hither look proceeded to invite Brad for a session, just Brad,
Adam & his new member.
Without needing any further invitation, Brad followed Adam back into
the spare bedroom.
Some hours later, Adam looked at Brad with a wicked smile. "What a
monster" he said, smacking & licking his lips suggestively.
Brad awoke the next morning with a great big shit-eating grin on his
face; finally things were going his way.
No longer the sex object for the gratification of others he was now
the one using others around him in the same context. He had to
acknowledge that Steve had `done the right thing by him' where this
was concerned.
It was even more thrilling when he handed that power of control to
Little Adam and had Adam `do his bidding' to kind of have control
over someone with power was in many ways more alluring than having
the power directly.
So immersed was Brad in this thinking that it didn't occur to him
that with Steve having temporarily disappeared, if Adam elected not
to do his bidding, Adam was not really in a position now to be
admonished or reprimanded.
For Adam now possessed the control nipple ring and with it if he
chose to could control Brad.
Brad had not really given thought to this as he had Adam responding
to his dictates.
He was awash with the intense aphrodisiac nature of controlling
others whom were sexual symbols of power to his subconscious.
In the morning Brad decided to give himself a bit of a cultural
uplift by proceeding to a library that he had ordered Adam to `make
exist'.
He told Adam that he'd see him later & Adam had just grinned back
mischievously and Brad suddenly noticed that he had the nipple ring
between his fingers toying with it.
Brad felt a shifting sensation in his groin, quickly pulling down his
pants, wincing as he saw his cock. It was no longer the gargantuan
monster it had been, but instead was only an inch long. " I look like
a fucking kid!" he exclaimed, not at all happy about it.
Adam laughed, saying " I want to make sure you don't use that monster
on anyone else"
" Come on man" Brad begged, but to no effect. Later that morning
after Brad had returned from the library, he found himself standing
naked and at attention before Adam. He had been ordered upon arriving
home to do so and he had been too concerned if he failed to do as bid
as to possible consequences.
" What the hell are you doing? " Brad yelled as he looked down at his
tiny member. Suddenly feeling humiliated as he remembered not only
his current condition, but his nakedness as well.
Adam gloried in just looking at Brad's super tiny weenie. "But I look
like a kid" Brad insisted "Just give it back" he demanded of
Adam, "
I want to get back to the way I was."
Then a look of concentration formed on Adam's face and Brad winced as
he felt changes starting. He could feel it in his crotch almost
immediately and quickly grabbed hold of his dick, only to feel it
getting smaller and smaller in his hands.
He frantically struggled to hold onto it, but within moments it had
become too small and was pulling into his body as his testicles
already had. Seconds later, his fingers felt only a smooth
nothingness, in the center of which there lie a moist slit. A vagina.
" Fuck me dead!" Brad yelped, I've got a fucking
pussy.....
Brad struggled to come to terms with his missing manhood and newfound
genitalia. Most particularly when Adam had increased himself in size
to a full sized stature & was continually playing with it whilst Brad
was forced to wonder around the home wearing nothing more than a
woman's mini skirt.
He couldn't believe that Adam was making him dress like a woman, even
to the point of having to wear a bikini top. This seemed to embarrass
him even more.
When he started demanding of Adam that he wanted to remove it, that
he after all, had nothing for it to support, a look of intense
concentration came over Adam and then seconds later Brad felt a
weight upon his chest, like something was pulling him down.
As he looked down he found himself staring at two small but firm and
shapely breasts hanging from where his manly chest once resided.
He was a bizarre sight. As he rushed over to the living room mirror
to view this most recent alteration to his person he encountered an
image out of Rod Serlings Twighlight Zone.
He possessed the bodily shape of a man and certainly his old face,
but from this mans torso hung two very feminine breasts and as his
gaze wandered down his torso he also had to remind himself of the
other physical abnormality he suffered as he saw the moist, slightly
dripping lips of his vagina protruding forward.
His clit was a shining intense burning red color brought on Brad
figured from the digital rogering he had been receiving at the hands
of Adam or more particularly Adams right index finger.
As he looked on his reflection, Adams hand sneaked up between his
legs. Before he could object, the large, strong masculine hand
started fingering his pussy. No matter how hard he tried to resist &
to object, his vaginal fluids got the better of him and he started
becoming drawn up in the intense eroticism of what was being done to
him.
He had never believed in the idea of multiple orgasms for women, but
now he found his legs starting to bow as vaginal juices flowed from
his cavernous pussy over Adams fingers and running down his hand.
Wave after of wave of orgasm followed bringing him to his haunches,
knees and eventually with his buttocks resting on the back of his
legs.
He was too weak to move after such a massively intense session. He
wanted to find a rock to crawl under, so shamed was he by being
turned into a total nymph by Adam.
Steve had throughout the session sat back on a comfortable lounge
chair and handled himself so pleasured was he at witnessing someone
else's fantasy.
Adam was himself totally tied up in his fantasy; it was for him not
entirely sexual. He was very transgender in his deepest thoughts and
the changes wrought to Brad were fulfilling his wildest dreams.
When he spoke these fantasies out loud to Brad and Steve at the end
of the day just around the time when dusk was falling Brad was
mortified. It was one thing to be `changed' this way for a sexual
fantasy but to be left like it as Adams ideas were suggesting were
making him very worried. He tried to reason with Adam impressing on
him that such was fantasy and could never be real.
Despite everything Adam waffled on about happy families stuff with
Brad as his little wife to be.
No Brad was screaming "Don't you understand?" "This cant be real,
I'm
a man. I can't be the mother of your children. We don't have children
& I'm not your wife!"
"I'd so like us to be though" Adam stated. Then an idea occurred to
him.
Steve didn't really notice the change in Adam's demeanor as he was
laughing away at Brad's discomfort. Nor was he really giving any
thought to the "receiver ring" of Adams that he was carelessly toying
with after it had been left on the coffee table earlier.
That was until he felt something a little odd. Then he realized what
it was.
His large size 13 boots were no longer reaching the footrest in front
of his chair.
How the hell, he thought until he realized the transmitting ring was
still in Adams possession. Steve had never given much thought to
creating the ring, but at the end of the day what he had created was
a device that in another persons hands gave that person the same file
create and modify power he had over inaminate objects and then over
other files if they were 'fitted' with the receiving ring.
Adam was now using it and to do so he had changed Steve's status from
write protected master file to a write permissible slave file. Steve
therefore couldn't reverse or alter his environment any more. Rather
than the environment being in his image, he was now only a part of an
environment in the image of another.
In the minute or so of dawning realization that Steve had gone
through, his body had reduced in size even further.
He jumped up and tried to run to the door but tripped over his own
Calvin's as they slipped from his now tiny bubble butt.
Steve tried to untangle himself from his clothes but before he could
he found himself being surrounded by two giant hands.
*****
I felt terrified, I was the one always in control and now a giant man
was picking me up.
I found myself being carried over to Brad who was laying on the large
king-sized bed we normally shared. As Adam lowered me to Brad I
figured I was no more than 18" tall.
As Brad took me into his own hands with a curious look on his
features Adams following statement seemed to produce a light of
realization on Brads face. It was something that bothered me greatly.
Adam told Brad to look after our child. Brad lowered my naked frame
to his chest. I instinctively felt compelled to slap my lips around
one of his nipples as I lay against his breasts.
I tried to resist but couldn't stop myself as I continued suckling
like some god-dammed brat on the proffered tit.
To my horror, I felt something in my mouth. Something warm and
strangely enough highly appealing to my taste buds. I couldn't get
enough of it as I greedily sucked it down
MY GOD I thought, Babies milk, its fucking baby's milk...
The next morning, much to Steve's continued horror he found himself
struggling with a case of abdominal urgency. Brad had put Steve into
a baby's bassinet that had miraculously appeared out of nowhere. More
of Adams tricks he figured.
Steve wasn't able to climb over the side and he figured that even if
he did "how the hell was he gonna reach the john".
By the time that Brad managed to rouse himself as a response to
Steve's cries of anguish, he was too late. As he looked over the rim
of the bassinet, it was obviously just too late.
I'd not been able to hold on any longer, I could feel myself having
messed my baby's jumpsuit in which Brad had dressed me the night
before.
Fortunately he'd elected to diaper me first. Something I fought
against tenaciously but at my reduced stature rather pointlessly.
I felt like I wanted to die, when Brad laid me out on a change table
and proceeded to undress me, lifting my little legs to wipe my bottom
clean just like one would do an infant.
Then deciding I needed a bath, I found myself being bathed in a tiny
baby bath. As Brad sponged me all over I felt a slight tingle and
realized the soap he was washing me with was no ordinary soap but
rather depilatory cream.
Brad was getting some kind of sadistic kick out of putting me through
this treatment. Before long as I was being lifted from my tiny bath
and laid in a great big towel to be dried off, I realized that all of
my body hair had been denuded. I now really looked like a blasted
infant.
Then breakfast consisted of me being spoon fed baby food. I was
seething but could see no way out. In-between all of this Brad would
play with my ass and cock and balls laughing at how tiny I had become.
******
Steve endured the discomfort of being a tiny man swathed in a
toddler's diaper for at least a further day.
He was overcome with impotent anger that night when Brad stating that
Steve needed a pacifier to get him off to sleep, picked Steve up and
rested him face down on his swelling groin.
Steve spluttered trying to avoid the thick, veiny appendage being
forced past his lips into the back of his mouth but with little
success. He was even more peed off when he felt himself compelled to
suck on it, figuring it must be Adam inculcating him with the sense
of need.
As he sucked away, he started choking in fright when without scant
notice from Brad; a load was shot into the back of his throat. It
seemed to have the strangest mix in taste of semen coupled with
slightly warm milk.
But rather than his stomach rebelling at what had been done to him,
owing to the programming change to his own application he was now a
file extension that was compatible to this activity.
That night as Adam and Brad both slept, Steve was able to with
difficulty make his way onto Adams chest and remove the nipple ring
after much quiet and gentle struggling.
When he finally managed to get it in his hands, the pulling feeling
from his left nipple had awakened Adam.
But Steve had succeeded just in time to revise his own programming
back to full application status.
Adam found himself unceremoniously dumped out of the bed. Steve
willed an alteration to the Adam program that he could never have a
commanding file write capability in their world. He thus made sure
that none of the system files he created would be able to attempt
what Adam had attempted, ever again.
The ruckus had awoken Brad, who on waking quickly took in what had
happened.
Steve looked on Brad with a seething anger over what had
occurred "But it was him" Brad pointed at Adam.
"He was and is only a system file, he doesn't know me as you do or
did!"
"Are you trying to make me feel morally destitute?, because I didn't
intervene" Brad shouted back "Just take a look at your own behavior
toward me in this world!"
Buy Steve was in no mood to have his hypocrisy pointed out.
"You made me feel powerless, I was rendered as helpless as any person
could be" "I'm gonna make sure you feel even more powerless and the
only way I can see that is if your even more helpless than a whole
person could be!"
Brad wasn't sure he knew what Steve meant, but he knew that he was
gonna find out and pretty quickly as his own file structure started
changing again. He was starting to feel compelled to lay back upon
their bed and start massaging his ass hole with the fingers of his
right hand.
Adam started feeling compelled to start licking out Brad's ass hole,
Brad started bucking as he felt Adams tongue snake into his waiting
orifice.
Finally he felt Adam's tongue relent and not long after felt the
thick spongy head of Steve's dick probing at his entrance.
Brad awoke the next morning, with the feeling of being somewhat
bloated, he was desperate to piss he felt and at the same time his
head felt like it was throbbing.
He felt Steve role over on top of him; the mass of the body was just
too big for Brad. He realized that he was laying in the opposite
direction to Steve, after the fucking he figured he must have got
into a 69 session with his once again master.
But then suddenly Brad went into a slight panic as he felt Steve
getting out of bed and dragging him out of bed as well. Brad was only
slightly comatose and did not yet have all of his bearings. He
figured Steve had reduced him in size some as a punishment.
And was now carrying him around, holding him upside down by his feet
as if he were a rag doll. Well he figured, he expected Steve to
demoralize him to some degree.
But Brad almost feinted when he realized he wasn't being carried in
an upside down position. He caught a glimpse of himself in Steve's
bathroom mirror, residing in Steve's hands as Steve entered the
bathroom.
In Steve's hand to be precise, his left one as he held it around his
cock, which was Brad, which was his cock!
As Brad in deep shock perused his body in the mirror, he could see
his torso working its way back into Steve's groin. No legs, no
separation. He was Steve's cock.
His near feinting spell was avoided, as he felt possessed with a
sense of being about to puke. And puke he did, as torrents of sick
spewed forth from his mouth.
But wait, no, he said to himself, as he realized that his puking was
actually Steve's morning piss hardon being evacuated into the john.
Brad slowly felt himself this time losing consciousness as Steve's
piss poured out of his mouth and even ran through his nostrils.
He had become another mans cock!
Brad felt what remaining sanity he possessed slipping away from
himself.
Being another mans appendage was more than his mind could take.
Steve recognized this pretty rapidly and realized his fun was going a
little to far, if Brad went around the twist then he'd be no fun at
all.
Steve in some ways thought it would be nice to start all over again
and maybe do more of the right thing by Brad.
So he imagined and so it was. Brad found himself back into a world
where he wasn't necessarily cognizant of his file structure, instead
seeing himself as an ordinary human male.
He had one some money on the lotto and decided to take a trip to
Australia, whilst there to maybe catch up with his Assie email pal
Steve.
He had emailed Steve he was coming and they had arranged to catch up
whilst Brad was out.
All memory of that which had gone before had been wiped. He
approached Steve in a casual fashion and talked in a rather
passionate fashion about what each might look toward doing with the
other.
Brad ~~~~ I guess your preference does suit you
Steve ~~~~ how that?
Brad ~~~~ you appear to look like a Top.
Steve ~~~~ I like to think so, and I take it your a bottom boy
Bradley?
Brad ~~~~ I don't limit myself to just one way. I enjoy both
Steve ~~~~ cool, so your comfortable lifting those legs of yours up
in the air there as you lie down?
Brad ~~~~ when I'm in that type of mood
Brad ~~~~ it is pleasurable
Steve ~~~~ so you feeling in that type of mood at the moment
What follows for both men is a sexual landscape of adventure, a part
of Brad seems to think that the things now done to him are in line
with things once described but no, that cant be, yet.
Babe, would you like to be deposited on a throbbing 9 " as you slowly
slide down its weight and girth?
Yeah, to have your tight little fuck channel being plowed by a
ponderously large member forging its way into your ass canal?
Your cheeks spread I approach you, as you remain bent over in
servitude. I place the head of my dick at the entrance to your ass
hole. I rest it there residing against the opening waiting.
Then I slide it back in ever so slowly, shoving it to the right and
the left, making little circular motions Your hole starts relaxing
further; the pain subsides almost entirely. You feel totally
eroticism as it caresses the lining of your manhole. It teases your
hole as it slides slowly out one moment and then back in a moment
later. Your whole being becomes focussed on the sensations of your
ass hole. I slowly slide a finger into your hole to stimulate it
further
You can't believe both a finger and a thick piece of meat are in your
hole But as you reach back a shaking hand you can feel them both back
there I try inserting another finger to the other side of my cock,
your ass sweat having made your hole real nice and lubricated.
So now I slide a finger each side of my man meat trying to pliers
open your tight little boy hole. You feel like you do in heaven
despite a part of you not believe you can be open so wide. You feel a
cool breeze enter your by now stretched and distended hole - ever so
gently caressing the inner lining of your ass and giving the walls of
your ass goose bumps.
You feel now completely possessed but you seem to ache to have both
ends filled. I note this so slowly remove my meat from your ass hole.
Some of my precum dribbles from your distended hole. I move to your
face and as you are lying down upon your back - I pull you forward
till your head hangs back over the edge of your bed. I slap your face
with my gargantuan meat
you splutter and in doing so open your mouth. I seize my chance
forcing my dick into your mouth, down your throat violating your soft
sensuous lips
My 9 inches of thick meat pummels away at your pussy lips as I slowly
start reinserting my fingers into your hole
At first you don't mind, it feels real good, but after I've inserted
a third finger to your ass you get a little worried.
But you are feeling no pain; no discomfort so relaxed is your ass
hole.
So I therefore add another.
You can kind of just see past the girth of my cock filling your pussy
lips four of my fingers working away at your ass
Then you really do try to object when you see me folding my thumb
down flush against the palm of my hand and slowly push firmly away at
your ass hole.
you wanna scream but you cant as my engorged cockhead fills your
mouth. You see the entire hand forcing your ass quim open wider and
wider.
you just can't believe that this is happening to your ass but you
feel something give, as if your ass hole just tore.
Then the hand slips in and your rosebud contracts back around the
wrist now protruding from your hole now
inside of you I allow my hand to make a fist. You can't believe that
another mans arm is sticking out your ass!
Then I start to fist your hole. My cock is stretching your lips opens
wide. Small amounts of spittle and my precum run from each corner of
your lips as your mouth is stuffed full.
I forge a path for my fist into your ass hole till it's almost
reached my elbow.
I' have you impaled like a finger puppet. As I pull my fist toward
me, your whole body roles up into almost a ball.
you're a complete sexual play toy for me by this stage, every orifice
and every pore serving my pleasure center, your own dick throbs for
release. Your little slaves boy body aches to cum and to have me cum.
To feel my cream travelling down on the inside of your cheeks so you
can savor the taste.
I am myself - I'm gonna cum in your mouth a bucket load and make you
into a cum bag for my seed!!!!!
Fisting and fucking my little boy cunt!!!!!!!!!
I'm creaming in your mouth boooyyyooooooooo
At this point, Steve redefines Brad's file structure again and Brad
then has recall of what has been before this time. He can see that
he's just a data file, he will be added to, altered, compressed,
converted and perhaps even deleted.
He reflects on his future and sees a thousand repeats of the scene
that has just occurred, a thousand thousands. And whilst Steve would
ensure that for he himself it might always be like new, for Brad as a
punishment from time to time he would allow Brad the full memory of
all that had befallen him,
It was the most enticing of lifestyles and the most destructive. To
live for what could seem like forever, in a place where he would
never age, always be and feel young & have any sexual experience
Steve's mind might concoct.
But Brad worried, what would he do if Steve ran out of ideas. Like at
the end of the day he figured everybody's imagination had its limits.
How would he deal with sexual boredom if it was going to last him
forever?
His thoughts came to an abrupt halt however as he noticed Steve
answering the door to Adam, he noticed a twinkle in Steve's eye that
suggested he might enjoy Adam sexually, that day.
He figured he'd leave these two alone and tend to his wounded pride
and asshole after the abuse Steve had rendered to it.
As he walked away to the bathroom he heard Steve in the background
saying to Adam how nice a day it was and how it was just the perfect
day to take the bitch out for a walk.
He in a cursory fashion thought that Steve was talking about him
using the title `bitch' in a kind of superficial nasty way, but then
as a cramp took hold of his lower abdomen, he realized that Steve had
meant it literally.
He felt his arms lengthening as his back started curling and forcing
him over in a bent forward position.
He had to put his hands out to catch himself from falling. His arms
continued lengthening to the point where he stood on all fours. He
face pointed to the floor, then his neck cracked as it started
curling upright.
It was an amazing sight. He was a grown man whom now stood evenly
poised on four limbs. No longer looking down but indeed looking
straight ahead.
Then the final confirmation of Steve's reference occurred as he felt
his groin pulling up toward his pelvis and Slowly inexorably
disappearing, similiary to how it had once before.
He beheld himself in the living room mirror, a living breathing
dogboy. No in actual fact a human bitch. He shuddered as he felt a
collar being fitted around his neck.
To this was attached a leash and he found himself being taken out the
door for a walk.
As he was walked down the street, his mind reeled with the concept of
what had been done to him. He was the very first of a new species, a
human looking form with the physical stance of a canine.
He saw passers by staring at him as if he were some kind of freakish
creation and he figured that ultimately he was just that.
As he was forced to turn the corner at the behest of a pulling leash.
He found his neighbors German shepherd staring directly at him. He
wondered what he should do. After all he may sort of in part look
like a canine but he certainly had the mind and instinct of a man.
The German shepherd wondered behind him and Brad then felt its snout
probing at his bitch cunt. Then he thought.. Oh no. as the German
shepherd started mounting him...................
To be cont.!
To add insult to injury after the episode with the next door
neighbors' German shepherd, Steve never let the shrinking scene
disappear altogether no matter what other avenues he was off
exploring.
Brad was quickly reminded of this a little later when Steve mentioned
to him in passing that his favorite dog breed was the Chihuahua dog.
A moment later Brad found himself physically no larger than the
smallest breed of dog that existed.
Brad sniffed around at the dog bowl on the floor before him. He
couldn't believe that Steve and Adam were making him go through this
ordeal.
He had been turned into the family pet and Steve had made sure he got
the message that he was just that and made sure he got it loud and
clear.
The visit to the vet had sure confirmed that, he still went red with
embarrassment from just the memory of the doctor forcing the
thermometer into his ass as he stood on all fours upon the surgical
table and then having to watch as the veterinarian after pulling it
out of him held it before Brad wiping his shit off it so as to read
the temperature.
Home life was no better, i.e.: his meals were courtesy of "Jim's pet
food" company. And his bowl read in big letters "Bradley".
He found himself begging each day to be turned back only to have the
current state of horror he was in becoming even more fuelled when he
was met with the reply "once the litter has arrived".
As always he would go into a state of semi shock when he heard these
words. He would find himself thinking back to that day not so long
ago when he had come to know the neighbors dog far more closely than
he had ever imagined. Even now he could clearly remember the German
shepherd having been stuck in him for ages before they finally came
unstuck.
Despite the horror of what lay ahead of him with his litter, he
nonetheless clung to the feint hope that he'd be back to normal after
it was all over, Steve had said so after all hadn't he..
To be cont.