Suggestion Box

Chapter 5
Chapter Five

“Jeez, Colin, I didn’t realize just how sick you really are,” Brady laughed as he hurled himself on the couch and locked his hands behind his head. He looked up at his friend and grinned. “I mean that in the best way possible, of course. I mean, diapers and everything? Shit. And I still can’t believe that Michelle jerked him off right in front of us. Fuck, I’d wear a diaper if she’d do that to me.”

Colin chuckled as he stepped into his living room, depositing himself in the loveseat in the corner as Chase brought up the rear, closing the front door behind him and staring silently at its handle as his friends gleefully discussed their favorite parts of what they had just seen.

“I nearly lost it when he started sucking down his own cum,” Colin snickered. “I think I might’ve tore a stomach muscle from how hard it was to keep myself from laughing.”

“Yeah. Hilarious,” Chase muttered as he turned to face his friends, their laughter stopping the instant they caught sight of the bitter scowl on his face. “Michelle’s going to be jerking him off and changing his diapers for God knows how long, and that’s only if their parents don’t have them hauled off to the nuthouse. What a riot.”

Brady frowned as Colin chuckled and opened his hands.

“Chase, don’t worry about it – ”

“Stop fucking saying that!” Chase shouted. Colin’s expression went blank as Brady sat up and stared wide-eyed at his red-faced friend. “Anybody could’ve seen us go into Michelle’s house! For fuck’s sake, if her parents ask she could still tell them that we came by today! Why the fuck is that not anything to worry about?”

Brady turned to Colin, the uncertainty in his eyes indicating that he too suddenly had the same concerns. The bespectacled boy stared at Chase for a long moment before smiling and plucking the phone from his pocket.

“Because I’m going to take care of it,” he said as he tapped his fingertip against its screen. “Tomorrow I’ll head over to Michelle’s place and tell her parents that things have always been this way. Then I’ll go see Ryan’s parents and do the same thing. Simple as pie.”

Brady furrowed his brow and looked at Chase, seeing that he was staring at Colin with the very same concern and confusion that he himself was feeling.

“…what do you mean, tomorrow?”

Colin turned to Brady and tilted his head.

“Did I not tell you? I’ve decided not to delete the program after all. Now that I’ve got a little practice I’m confident that I can use it without getting myself in trouble – and besides, it would be a shame to let all that power just go to waste.”

Chase took a step forward as a nervous little smile crept across Brady’s lips.

“C…cool,” he said as he glanced at Chase. “But didn’t you mean to say that we can use it without getting ourselves in trouble?”

Colin smiled

“No. I didn’t.”

Brady’s eyes widened as Chase clenched his fists.

“But…but that’s not fair!” The diminutive teenager cried.

“Sure it is. I have, after all, proven myself to be the only one among us that can be trusted with this thing.” Colin’s face darkened. “Or did you guys think that I wouldn’t notice that you had recorded what you had done?"

Though Brady went pale with guilt it didn’t stop him from shooting a dirty look at Chase, who swallowed and turned away from his friend’s accusatory gaze. Colin grinned and rested his chin on his hand.

“You didn’t even tell Brady that you had made a couple of videos, did you, Chase?” He chuckled. “Not that I’m surprised, considering what you recorded.”

He turned to Brady as Chase’s cheeks flushed a furious rose.

“You are gonna flip your shit when you hear this, dude. Not only did Chase force Jason and Daniel to make out and suck each other off but he was fucking masturbating – ”

Chase cocked his fist and stepped forward, rearing back to deliver a blow that would’ve almost certainly knocked Colin senseless had the boy not been prepared for it.

“Chase.”

In his fury, Chase had failed to see that the tip of Colin’s finger was pressed into the screen of the smartphone, his lunge cut short with his fist frozen mere inches from its target.

“Fucking Christ!” Brady cried as he scrambled to his feet, hands on his head as he stared horrified at his paralyzed friend. He turned to Chase and advanced on him. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Colin?”

Colin shook his head.

“Brady.”

The second attack ended just as anticlimactically as the first, with Colin cementing Brady right beside Chase, the two of them screaming at him with their eyes as he ran a hand through his hair.

“I knew things were gonna end up like this. I fucking knew it,” he sighed. “But I let you guys have your fun anyway because I thought you were my friends.”

Colin looked down at the phone and tapped a few buttons on the screen.

“Friends don’t keep secrets from each other.”

He held the screen towards Brady, his eyes going moon-wide when the first video Chase made started playing, unable to look away from the sight of Jason and Daniel making out in their ill-fitting eveningwear. As disturbing as the sight had been it was nothing compared to the shock and disgust with which he watched the one that followed it, not only because he was forced to watch two cross-dressing young men suck each other off but because he was forced to listen to the accompanying sounds of his best friend masturbating to it. And all the while Chase begged with his eyes, pleaded with Colin to end this, to let him retain the tiny speck of dignity he had left. The boy did no such thing.

“I guess you thought that nobody who saw the video would know who had taken it. Doesn’t make it any less fucked up, though.” Colin chuckled and tapped his fingertip against the face of the phone before turning it towards Chase. He looked at Brady and shrugged. “Fair’s fair.”

Though Brady wasn’t exactly thrilled with the prospect of Chase seeing what he had subjected Andrew to, he figured that he at least had much, much less to be ashamed of. The teenager actually seemed too devastated by his own embarrassment to take much note of Andrew’s babyish antics and the thoroughness with which he had pissed himself. What he did notice, however, was what came on the screen just before the video came to an end. Brady hadn’t realized that he had been pointing the phone directly downwards when he hit the button to stop recording, that he had capped off his video with a clear and vivid shot of the tent in the front of his jeans. The boy was too staggered to even dodge the puzzled, startled looks Chase sent his way as Colin sat back and crossed his arms.

“And you called me sick.” He shook his head. “I might’ve left a couple of loose threads but it’s nothing I can’t deal with. You two, on the other hand, made video evidence of what you had done and I’d bet just about anything that both of you would’ve uploaded it to YouTube without a second thought. Both of you would’ve put all three of us at risk just to make your revenge that much sweeter.

“I wish I could trust you guys. I wish the two of you were mature and responsible enough for all of us to keep using the program. Hell, I wish I could even believe that you’d delete the videos when you got home.”

He looked into his friends’ eyes.

“But I don’t. And I can’t let you go.”

Whatever hope they had of this all being an elaborate and exceedingly cruel practical joke vanished into thin air. This was actually happening. And there was nothing they could do about it.

“I think I know why you got so excited by watching your step-brother piss his pants, Brady,” the teenager said as he turned to face the smaller boy. “It’s the same reason why you get so upset when anybody makes fun of you for being immature – they always hit a little too close to home, don’t they? Without even knowing it, they strike upon the secret that you try so desperately to hide from the world…that you don’t want to be a grown up at all.”

Brady welled up as he tried to tell Colin with his eyes that he was all wrong, that this was all wrong, that if he were to just let him go he’d go home right now and delete the video he made and format his computer just to be safe. He’d never even mention the stupid program again. He just wanted to go home. He just wanted the day to be over. Colin paid him no mind.

“You don’t want to be in high school,” he continued, a slow smile creeping across his lips. “You don’t want the responsibilities that seem to grow with each passing day. You don’t even want to think about what awaits you when you get out into the real world, because the thought of becoming a dull, joyless adult chills you to your bone. But you’d never say any of this out loud – you’d never admit that you’d be perfectly happy to never grow up. To not have any responsibilities. To have every last little thing taken care of forever and ever and ever.”

Brady shivered as tears dripped from his chin. Colin tilted his head and put on a sad little smile.

“Don’t worry, dude. The least I can do is to try and make you happy. What are friends for?”

He leaned forward, raised the phone to his lips, and pressed the button.

“Brady…I know that it’s all an act. That the person standing before me isn’t the real Brady. That you aren’t really in high school. That you’re not really fifteen years old. You’ve just been pretending, haven’t you? You wanted to play with the big boys so you pretended to be one. But I know the truth. I know that, way down deep, you’re not a big boy, Brady. You’re not even a little boy. You’re just an itty bitty baby, aren’t you? An adorable little infant who can’t even do the tiniest things for himself. Who needs to be taken care of all the time.”

The boy inwardly raged and shouted and blubbered in desperation as Colin’s words seeped into his subconscious and ignited a shiver that quickly spread from his head to his toes, a deep, cold tingling sensation that grew stronger and stronger with each image his former friend planted in his mind.

“It was a pretty convincing act, but I know the truth. I know that you don’t want to pretend anymore. I know you want to go back to having your every need addressed. To being able to play from sunup to sundown. To being bathed and fed and dressed everyday. To not have so much as a single responsibility.”

No!, Brady cried. You’re wrong! I don’t want this! I DON’T WANT THIS! Though he consciously and strenuously objected his subconscious had seemingly already made up its mind.

He started to shrink.

Brady screamed within his own mind as the sensation permeated his bones and muscles, as his eye level slowly but surely began to lower, as the horrible reality of what Colin was doing to him finally hit him full force. Though terrified beyond reason at what he might see he couldn’t help but look down as he approached puberty from the wrong end, as his shirt began to slip from his shoulders, as his shoes grew increasingly roomy, as he was dragged slowly but surely back into the childhood he had tried so desperately to leave behind. Though Chase and Colin both gawked at the boy’s transformation, the former did so as though he were watching a nightmare come to life while the latter observed Brady’s descent with the sort of awe and wonder normally reserved for children hearing about Santa Claus for the first time.

“That’s it, Brady,” he said, his voice calm and detached, not daring to as much as blink. “That’s exactly right. Just think about how wonderful your life is going to be. Just playing and giggling and toddling around all day long. Why, you won’t even have to stop your fun to go to the bathroom – after all, only big boys know how to use the potty. Babies like you need their diapers. Lots and lots of diapers. You won’t even realize it’s coming…you’ll just stop and squat and fill your baby pants as everybody watches, as everybody praises you for making such a big mess in your dipees. And it’ll make you so proud when they do that – it’ll make you feel like such a baby. Just a silly…”

The hair on Brady’s body curled back into his skin.

“…little…”

His pants fell from his waist and slid down his legs.

“…drooling…”

His penis shriveled into a pink little toy as his balls shrank and pulled up against his body.

“…thumb-sucking…”

His skin softened and plumped with baby fat.

“…diaper-filling…”

His shoulders slipped through the neck hole of his shirt.

“…baby.”

Colin took his finger off the button and admired his handiwork. Brady was gone – and standing in his place, feet buried in a pile of clothing, tiny little legs wobbling under his weight – was a naked little baby boy, a year old if that, wispy-haired and apple-cheeked and in possession of the most impossibly blue eyes he had ever seen. A moment passed before the child blinked himself back into consciousness, a thick drop of drool dangling from his lip as he lowered his head, as he took in every adorable little horrifying detail of his new form. The tiny, sausage-like fingers and toes. The flabby chest. The round little pot belly. The itty bitty wee-wee that poked out from between his pudgy little thighs.

It’s all gone, he thought. It’s all gone. But I gotta…I can’t cry. I can’t. I might look like a baby but I’m not gonna cry like one. I might be a baby but I’m not gonna cry like one. I’m not gonna…I’m not…I’m not…

It was no use. Brady quivered, screwed up his face, and started wailing like the inconsolable little baby he had become, fat tears streaking down his cheeks and snot dribbling from his nostrils as he plopped onto his chubby little baby bottom, as he howled and waved his hands in the air and drummed his tiny little heels against the hardwood floor. Chase screamed and raged anew against his constraints as Colin chuckled and slipped the phone into his pocket, as he rose from his seat to pluck Brady off the ground and lift him into the air.

“Aww, look how cute!” Chase giggled as Brady impotently kicked his feet in the air, as tears dripped from his chin, as his tiny little tinker bounced about with every movement he made. “Shh…shh…it’ll be okay, Brady. It’ll all be okay.”

The boy cradled Brady in his arms and began swaying back and forth, humming a soft little tune as the former teenager writhed and fussed and bawled in protest. Colin paid him no mind – he simply took hold of one of Brady’s tiny little hands and guided its thumb into his mouth. And although he knew that he should spit it out, that he should cry and fight and do whatever he could to show Colin what a horrible mistake he was making…he was just so tired. And when his thumb slipped between his lips and his newly-regained sucking instinct took over it was as though a warm blanket had been draped over him, soft and fuzzy and capable of making his concerns seem very silly indeed. His crying diminished to sniffling and then stopped altogether. He kicked a couple more time before blinking heavily, burrowing into Colin’s arms, and letting sleep take him. The teenager smiled, ran a hand through Brady’s soft sienna hair, and then gently laid him on the pile of the clothing he had shrunken out of – which the slumbering infant immediately proceeded to pee on as squirmed peacefully in sleep’s loving embrace.

“That didn’t take long,” Colin chuckled as he straightened up and turned to Chase, who trembled from the effort he was expending in trying to break free. “Don’t worry, Chase – I wouldn’t dream of separating the two of you. I’ll make it so that you and Brady will be seeing plenty of each other.”

He plucked the phone from his pocket as Chase inwardly called him every dirty name he could think of.

“Chase,” Colin said as he put his finger on the button. “It wasn’t until I saw your video that I realized that you, just like Brady, have been hiding something for a very long time. You always get particularly upset at certain insults, just like he used to – but in your case, it’s not being called immature that pisses you off…it’s being called gay. Now, I would normally chalk that up to the fact that no straight man likes being accused of that…but after I saw your video – after I saw you jerking off to the sight of two guys sixty-nining – I suddenly had my doubts that ‘straight’ would be an entirely accurate classification for you.”

Chase, for the first time, suddenly wished that he had never even learned how to masturbate.

“Believe me, I understand why you didn’t tell anybody. It’s not easy being gay, and it’s especially not easy for guys our age to be gay. And the last thing I would want to do would be to cause you any unnecessary suffering…so what if I made it so that it was quote unquote natural that you preferred boys? What if I made it so that no one would even give it a second thought if you said that you liked to watch the guys during baseball practice, or even that you had a crush on one of them?”

His eyes glinted.

“What if you were a girl, Chase?”

Oh my God. Chase’s stomach turned. No. No. Colin, please…please for the love of God Colin will you PLEASE FUCKING STOP THIS

“Of course, I couldn’t just turn you into a girl and call it a day. People would wonder where you suddenly came from, and I doubt that even I would be able to convince an entire town that – ahem – Chastity had been living here the entire time. And besides – it’s only right that I give you some time to, shall we say, get comfortable in your own skin. So…what say we start from scratch?”

He put his finger on the button.

“Chase...just think about how much easier things’ll be for you this time around. You won’t have to hide anything. You can be exactly who you are inside. You’ll be surrounded by nothing but love and support and encouragement from day one – after all, it seems like everybody loves to fuss over pretty little baby girls. And I bet that you’ll be just darling, Chase. Just wait until your beautiful blond hair grows out – you can show off the little pigtails your mommy made for you and the cute little dresses that cover your pink diapers. Such a little angel. Such a pretty little princess.”

Chase’s anger ebbed further and further to despair with every word that slithered between his ears, with every new inch that the strange cold tingling claimed as it spread over his body. Soon it covered him from head to toe and it was then – when Colin’s smiling face began pulling away from him – that he knew there was nothing more that could be done.

“There you go, sweetie. Just keep thinking those pretty little thoughts and you’ll be there in no time. Imagine how much fun you and Brady will have on your playdates. An itty bitty baby girl and an itty bitty baby boy sharing their toys…and a playpen…and a bathtub…and a changing table…doesn’t that just sound precious? Doesn’t that sound so much better than pretending to be someone you’re not? It’s a great life I’m giving you, Chase – and you’re almost there.”

Chase’s eyes, almost of their own accord, drifted downward as the transformation accelerated, his pants slipping from his waist as his shirtsleeves crept up his arms, muscle melting and hair disappearing and his proud teenage cock becoming the bouncy little dinky of a small boy. If there was one miniscule comfort he could take it was that there hadn’t yet been endowed with any elements of femininity – a comfort that vanished when he grew small enough to slip through the neckhole of his shirt, when he was given a full, uncompromising view of his chubby, ridiculous little body, of his tiny balls and silly little pee-pee disappearing into his groin. Chase filled his own mind with a horrible sound of loss and pure grieving as a tiny slit formed where his boyhood had been – it might no longer have been useful for anything but soaking diaper after diaper but it was his, his proof of his masculinity, his proof that, no matter how little he became, he was still Chase.

And it was gone.

“Well, if you aren’t the cutest little girl I ever saw,” Colin chuckled, looking his former friend up and down as his chubby little legs wobbled beneath his weight. “I think we should get you in front of a mirror so you can see just how adorable you are.”

The boy, the phone still in his hand, kneeled and reached for Chase as he regained control over himself, as the devastation that had clouded his thoughts and had sent him to the brink of collapse faded away. He looked up at Colin, at that stupid simpering smirk plastered on his face, and in that instant any ideas of self-pity or sorrow-wallowing were gone from his mind. In that instant, he could think of only one thing.

Payback.

He wanted until Colin was close enough to pluck him off the ground before using both of his pudgy, weak little palms to take hold of the wrist connected to the hand with which he was holding the phone, before opening his mouth and sinking six sharp little baby teeth into his skin. Colin cried out and reflexively recoiled as pain shot up his arm, so shocked by the sudden attack that he hadn’t even realized that he had dropped the phone – until he looked down and saw Chase kneeling over it. Colin couldn’t get so much as a word out before his former friend mashed his chubby little hand against the button, adorable little features twisted in hatred as he stared up at the boy with defiance burning in his pretty green eyes.

“Cowin!” He said in his shrill little baby girl voice, squealing the first thing that came to mind. “You a baby!”

There was just enough time for Colin’s eyes to flash with utter terror – a sight that gave Chase no small amount of satisfaction – before they went as blank as Ryan’s had, before they glazed over and stared wide-eyed and wondering at everything that surrounded him as the teenager bowed his legs and held out his hands and dribbled a thick line of drool onto his shirt.

“Aa ga ba ga ba!” Colin babbled as he wobbled and bounced wildly on his hips, as he waved his hands pointlessly in the air. A triumphant grin stretched across Chase’s lips as he watched little Baby Cowin toddle about, a grin that disappeared when he realized that Colin was his only hope he and Brady had of ever returning to normal – and that, in his anger, he had just given him the mental capacity of an infant. He reached for the phone, tiny little sausage fingers brushing against the screen as Colin plucked it off the ground, staring in reverent vacuity at the pretty little shiny thing that had caught his eye

“No!” Chase screamed as he forced himself to his feet and toddled towards Colin, every wobbly, unsure step a near-tumble. He grabbed the boy’s pant leg and desperately tugged on it as Colin giggled and waved the phone in the air. “Dat mine! Gib back! Gib baaaaaaaack!”

Colin paid him no mind – he was too busy slapping his hand clumsily against the screen and squealing at the resulting noises, at the way his mere touch made funny, silly things appear as if by magic.

And then – as casually as he had picked it up – he threw it on the ground.

The battery went skidding across the hardwood floor as the screen shattered and tiny shards of casing flew every which way, the device changed in an instant from a piece of space-age technology to a useless hunk of glass and metal and plastic. Colin clapped and howled with laughter as Chase stared at what remained of his last hope, eyes wide, mouth agape, a solitary tear running down each of his cheeks. He slowly, numbly craned his neck upwards to look at Colin, to look into the eyes of the ecstatic overgrown infant. Colin’s dumb, vacant stare met his – and, for the briefest of moments, Chase saw a flash of intelligence in the boy’s eyes, a pathetic, terrified, horrified look that told him that Colin was still in there…and that he was fully aware of what he had just done.

And then it was gone. And then Colin – the pride of the freshman class, the incessant voice of reason, the boy who would be king – squatted in front of Chase and started shitting his pants.

Chase had been numbed to the point that he didn’t even realize why Colin was grunting and stamping his feet, the answer only becoming obvious when the smell of what the boy had accomplished hit his nostrils. When he was done, Colin straightened up as best he could, an obvious, sagging bulge in the seat of his jeans – and then immediately lost his balance, tumbling backwards into the loveseat, squealing and squirming as he smooshed his mess all over his bottom. Chase stood and watched as the infant that had hijacked Colin’s mind had the time of his life, as he pushed his thumb between his lips and waved a balled first in the air and wiggled his butt into the seat of the recliner. A long moment passed before he turned to Brady, who had slept soundly through the whole ordeal, who looked as peaceful as could be sleeping on the piss-soaked pile of his former big-boy clothing.

Chase dried his eyes with the back of his hand before lowering himself onto his hands and knees, before crawling over to his friend and positioning himself behind him. He wrapped his arms around Brady and spooned him as the slumbering little baby boy shifted and murmured in his sleep. All he could hear was the soft, gentle sound of Brady’s breathing, drowning out even the hot hiss that pierced the air when Colin started pissing his pants.

He held his friend close. He closed his eyes.

 

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