With Friends Like These

Chapter 2
TWO

“Right this way. He’s doing very well and Hannah thought you should join them,” the hygienist explained.

“What am I supposed to do exactly?” he asked, heart flip-flopping now.

“Just be supportive. Talk to him like a little boy, he’s well on his way to being one. Although he is awake he’s in a very deep trance right now. So just be gentle, speak to him softly. Mainly we just want you to be there for the final change and his awakening.”

Ben took this all in and prepared himself as best he could. Then they turned into one of the rooms and Ben found himself confronted by an amazing sight.

Greg was reclined in a normal looking dentist’s chair in the middle of an otherwise normal looking room. While there was a gas bottle and mask beside him there was nothing on his face at the moment. The first thing Ben noticed though was Greg’s bare feet resting at the bottom of the chair. Greg had slender feet and toes and in all the years he’d known him Ben couldn’t recall actually seeing his friend’s bared feet. But now there they were, shoes and socks abandoned in a heap next to the chair.

The next thing he noticed was the big dark patch on Greg’s shorts, spreading out from his crotch. Plastic lining had protected the chair and absorbent cloths had been placed on the floor around that area of the seat in anticipation. It wasn’t a small amount of wetting either, Greg had absolutely soaked himself.

But he didn’t seem at all concerned by his childish loss of bladder control. No he looked totally relaxed, smiling lazily, eyes focussed up at the light hanging from the ceiling, perhaps seeing in it something they couldn’t. Hannah had his limp right arm in her hands, caressing it while the doctor sat next to Greg’s shoulder, speaking softly to him and patting the shoulder gently.

“Just don’t look up at the light,” the hygienist warned him. “Take the seat opposite Hannah.”

Ben did as he was told, sitting down. Greg didn’t seem to notice him, just kept gazing up at that light, eyes totally glazed over, face perfectly relaxed. Hannah smiled across and nodded confidently. The doctor glanced at him and then said to Greg, “And now to your left you can see that Daddy is here. Daddy is here and he’s going to take your hand now.”

Ben felt so odd being called that, but he quickly complied, taking his friend’s limp, warm hand into his own. It was so weird seeing Greg like this. He was always so wound up. Seeing him this relaxed was stunning in itself. And now his eyes finally seemed to drift over to Ben and the smile grew broader.

“Daddy’s here,” Greg mumbled softly, no sign he recognised Ben as anything other than ‘Daddy.’

Ben nodded and whispered, “That’s right Greg, you’re my good boy.”

The doctor nodded. “Yes Greg, you’re Daddy’s little boy now, Daddy’s lovely, sweet little boy.”

The smile on Greg’s face spread even more as the hypnotist whispered these words to him. Ben noticed something else though. Amidst the dark stain on the front of Greg’s shorts was a sizable bulge. He was aroused, very aroused. And as the hypnotist spoke to him his erection visibly twitched.

“Daddy loves his messy little boy, his free spirit,” the hypnotist told him. “Daddy loves seeing you get all dirty, Daddy wants to clean you up, he knows it’s what boys like you enjoy, what you need to do. No one minds if you play, if you get dirty. No one minds you running around without much on. Daddy loves his jaybird, his little nakey boy. Daddy wants to see your cute bare bottom, your little wee-wee jiggling free. Daddy wants you comfy and happy,” the hypnotist continued.

And Greg was eating it up. He wasn’t shaking his head in horror. He wasn’t refusing. He just grinned away, lying there in perfect peace and relaxation.

Hannah patted his arm and said, “Greg can you tell Daddy what’s happening?”

The glassy eyed man gave a tiny little nod. “I’m hypnotised. I’m getting all little.

Mummy and Daddy are going to take care of me when I’m all little cuz I won’t remember how to,” he explained softly, like it was all perfectly normal.

“Very good,” the hypnotist and Hannah praised him. Then the hypnotist leant in and said, “Okay Greg it’s time to take the last step we talked about. It’s time to make all the rest of your big boy thoughts go bye-byes. Time to let them fly away and never come back. Let them drain down out of your mind, gliding right down through your body, taking all your fears and worries, all your modesty and privacy concerns, all your physical skills and abilities with them. Let them float down through your body until they’re all the way down in your feet, down in your lovely little boy bare feet. Down in your feet that are so comfy and free without anything on them, just as little boy feet should be.

“Now that all those big boy thoughts and abilities are down there in your feet you know how to make them go away, just like we did with bladder control and your grown-up memories. All you have to do is wiggle your toes. Whenever you’re ready to let them go you can just wiggle your toes and let them wave bye-byes. Just wiggle your toesies and feel all those big boy thoughts, all that intelligence and all those abilities just leave your forever, completely wiped away.”

Ben looked down at Greg’s feet, wondering if he’d actually do it. A moment passed and then to his shock Greg’s toes began to wiggle back and forth. It was slow and tentative at first but then it got more vigorous. Greg was smiling bigger than ever now, absolutely beaming ear to ear and giggling as he wiggled his bare toes. And the tent in his crotch was growing higher and higher, his erection jerking with arousal.

“That’s it Greg, make it all go bye-byes, feel it going away, wave it away with those toesies, make them wave bye-bye,” the hypnotist urged.

“Yes sweetie, let it all go, be mummy’s sweet little boy,” Hannah joined in.

Ben nodded and patted the man’s arm. “Yes Greg,” he told his mate. “Forget it all, Daddy wants you all little.”

The toe wiggling lasted thirty seconds, Greg just giggling away. And then the hypnotist commanded, “Deep sleep.”

Greg’s body went totally limp and his eyes closed, face totally slack now.

“Very good Greg, now that all your big boy thoughts and ideas are gone you can be the lovely little boy your Mummy and Daddy want you to be. And when I count to five you’ll be able to wake up completely, totally out of trance, wide awake and alert.”

The hypnotist looked up at us then and said, “Before we wake him I think we should at least get him out of those shorts and undies so he’s comfy.”

Hannah nodded and undid the buckle on his shorts, unzipping them and starting to slide them down.

“Will that be okay?” Ben asked the hypnotist, uncertain.

The man nodded. “He won’t mind a bit. He’s your little jaybird, remember?”

Ben nodded and watched as Hannah slipped Greg’s boxers down as well, letting his pulsing stiffy spring free. Ben had never seen another man’s junk so close like this. Seeing his mate’s raging erection was so weird.

“What should I do with them?” Hannah asked.

“The rubbish is there, you might as well dump them. He won’t be needing them again will he?” the hypnotist asked.

She shook her head. “No, he won’t be wearing boxers or dress shorts like these,” she agreed.

“You can toss his shoes and socks too,” the hypnotist added.

Hannah nodded and picked them up from the floor, tossing them in the rubbish as well.

“Are you sure about that?” Ben asked, a bit surprised she’d rubbish the shoes altogether. “Surely he’ll need them sometimes?”

But Hannah shook her head. “I meant what I said earlier.” She caressed his bare foot softly. “I want his feeties free, his toesies dirty but comfy. He’s going to look adorable in his bare feet.”

Ben nodded, seeing her mind was made up.

“Okay, time to wake him up then,” the hypnotist said.

Ben nodded and waited as the man leant close to Greg again and counted him up to five.

Greg’s eyes fluttered open and took in the room around him. His legs moved back and forth a bit and then he slowly brought his right arm up, hand forming a fist, slipping his thumb right between his lips as he gazed about wordlessly. There was no sign of discomfort though, no attempt to hide his rock hard erection.

Hannah smiled and leant over him, pecking a kiss on his forehead. “Wakey-wakey sweetie,” she cooed to him.

Greg smiled around his thumb. “Tooked a nap,” he mumbled round the digit.

“Yes sweetie, you had a nice long nap,” Hannah agreed.

Ben took a breath and moved forward too, resting a hand on Greg’s shoulder so his eyes fell on his. “Hey there buddy, how you feeling?” he asked.

Greg smiled even more and let his thumb pop free, reaching out for Ben with both arms. Ben recognised the gesture and felt a pang of wonder as he leant over more and pulled his buddy into a cuddle. He felt Greg’s arms close around his back, his head resting on his shoulder, soft hair brushing Ben’s cheek.

“Are you my good little boy?” Ben cooed to him.

“Yeff daddy,” came the quiet response.

It gave Ben a major thrill to be called Daddy that way. He felt so connected to Greg, more than he’d ever thought possible before this moment. He felt truly loved and needed.

“Daddy loves you Greggy,” he told the man.

There was no verbal response but Greg’s head twisted and Ben felt the other man’s wet lips press against him as the regressed man planted a damp kiss on his cheek.

“Aww,” Ben cooed. “What a sweet little boy you are.”

“Geggy wove daddy,” the man chirped.

Ben gave his old friend a tight squeeze to conclude their cuddle, then pulled back.

“We should get him dressed to go home now,” Hannah suggested.

“I have some clothes you can choose from,” the hypnotist said, gesturing to a wardrobe.

Greg just returned to sucking his thumb while they looked. He sat up with his legs bowed out and soles of his feet pressing together, wiggling his toes against each other and gazing at them with real wonder.

Ben sat on the edge of the seat next to him and patted his knee. “You like your toesies huh?”

Greg smiled and nodded.

“I know, I can tell from your happy pee-pee. You see it standing up all happy?” Ben cooed, pointing to the erection Greg still had.

Greg gaped down at his penis and giggled. “Daz pee-pee,” he said brightly.

Ben loved how open and unguarded he was now. It was like night and day from how he was before. He looked over and checked that Hannah and the doctor were busy choosing clothes. Then he reached down and lightly ran his fingers up the length of Greg’s shaft, tickling it. “You’re daddy’s nakey boy now aren’t you?” he whispered with a smile.

Greg squealed with delight at this invasion of his privacy. He clapped the soles of his feet together and beamed at his ‘daddy.’

“Yep, you really did wiggle all those big boy thoughts away, didn’t you?” Ben commented, amazed by how complete the transformation was.

“Wiggwy toes!” Greg announced in response, wiggling them for Ben to see, even pointing at them.

“Yes Greggy, I see you have very wiggly tootsies,” he assured the half-naked man.

Hannah returned with a bright green t-shirt with a cartoon parrot driving a dump-truck on the front, a pair of red board shorts and some blue sports themed pull-ups. Greg was very compliant as they dressed him. He blinked innocently as Ben gripped his penis and held it down while they fitted his pull-ups on. Finally dressed with the shorts hanging to his calves and the shirt not quite reaching his waist Greg twiddled his toes together on the floor and nibbled at his finger-tips for a moment before pointing to the front of his shirt and declaring, “Twuck!”

“That’s right baby. What a smart boy you are,” Hannah praised.

Greg grinned brilliantly and then let Hannah take his free hand, leading him out of the room and back to the waiting area.

They emerged into the waiting room to find the woman from earlier still seated, scanning through her phone while the teen boy crept on the carpet at her feet pushing a toy race car along the carpet. Greg padded barefoot into the room, gazing at the boy with the car and the other toys.

“Toys Mummy!” he announced, pointing eagerly.

The other mum looked up from her phone, taking Greg’s new outfit in, his baggy shorts, the bare feet, the visible section of his tummy exposed by his short t-shirt, the lining of the pull-ups sticking out of his shorts’ elastic waist. She smiled and said to Ben, “Looks like your little one enjoyed his time in the seat too.”

Ben nodded. “He took it really well, as you can see.”

“No more shoes?” she asked, nodding at Greg’s bare feet.

Ben shook his head. “Little boys don’t need any.”

“He doesn’t seem to miss them,” she commented.

“No, that’s a surprise actually,” Ben said as Greg lost patience with his new parents and toddled quickly over to the toy area, grabbing a bucket of blocks and dumping them on the floor with a delightful clatter that made him grin before dropping to his bottom to play.

Hannah chuckled and returned to making the proper payment. Ben sat with the other mum and watched their boys interact. They didn’t really play together but they were adorable playing alongside one another. Ben couldn’t believe that he was seeing these two sets of bare feet now and one of them belonged to his uptight, dressy mate Greg. There Greg was, down on his hands and knees on the floor, the dirty old floor, playing with toys that had surely been in dozens of kids’ mouths and hands. His germ worries were gone, his anal tendencies totally absent. He chewed on a toy dinosaur’s tail while he laid on his back, cheek rubbing against the carpet.

 

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