Reality Filter

Chapter 1
The Only

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Chapter Description: Two friends who love to role play online find a new chat program that has a little bit of a problem telling reality from roleplay. This story commissioned by and for Iso Cross, based on his ideas and requests.

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Reality Filter

© 2012 The Padded Quill

You wrinkle up your nose as you look at this strange new instant messaging program, its odd little swirls at the corners of the text window and the odd way the ‘send’ button seems to pulsate as you look at it. You’d been happy just using your normal client for the last couple of years, but your friend Jeremy had been insisting on using something new for a little while, and so you’d figured you’d humor him. The link he’d sent you to download and install this new client was a bit iffy looking, but Jeremy had sworn by it on several occasions, and now that you had time, you’d decided to humor him.

Clicking through a few menus, you found out how to add someone as a buddy, and quickly you and Jeremy were chatting away. The more and more you went back and forth, however, you found that the window became a bit less distracting than it had first seemed as though it would be. The colors were still a tad garish, but not to the point of being nauseating or giving you a headache as you’d first feared. This client seemed to be not any different than the normal client you were used to working with.

[quote]Hierro : hey, okay, I think we’re about ready to get started, huh? OH! One more thing!

Isotope : huh? What’s that?

Hierro : okay, go to options->preferences->reality and move the slider up to ‘full effect’ ?

Isotope : okay, done. What does this option do?[/quote]

Oddly, as you moved the slider from ‘none’ to ‘full’, you felt a strange little tingle go over your body, starting at the roots of your hair and moving all the way down to your hips. You chalked it up to your imagination and turned your attention back to the IM window itself. It didn’t seem to change anything there, but with all the shifting colors and such, you couldn’t be sure really. Maybe it made them a little more vibrant or something.

In anticipation of what was to come from this session already, you slipped your pants off down to around your ankles, and with one hand you gently balled up the fresh pair of silk panties you’d picked up in secret a couple of days earlier. They were silk, and felt very good in your hands, wide and soft, without any of that hard lace around the edges that rubbed the wrong way at times. You turned your attention back to the monitor then, shaking off the feeling and settling in for some satisfying roleplaying.

[quote]Isotope : Okay, I’m ready. Just had to adjust a few thing.

Hierro : gotcha. Hmmm.. where to start. Okay.

Hierro : *Starts to rub your shoulders, giving you a massage. His hands smell a little funny as he rubs* So, how have you been lately? Your shoulders feel a little stressed.

Isotope : *mrrrs and leans into the rubbings* Ugh, you know it. Work and stuff, you know how it is. Family on my back, bleh.

Hierro : *The lotion on his hands starts to tingle against your shoulders* Well, don’t worry. I’ve got just the thing to relieve all of that stress, little guy.

Isotope : ‘little guy’? *sticks his tongue out playfully, enjoying the massage.*

Hierro : Give it time.[/quote]

Oddly enough, as the words appear on the screen, you could really feel the tension start to ease out of your shoulders, and you leaned into that feeling, arching your back and feeling one of your vertebrae joints pop deliciously. It wasn’t just in the role play, you really had been having a rough couple of weeks. Work had been hell, and you’d gotten nothing but grief from your family about not staying more in touch. A strange scent tickled your nose as you were leaning back, and you took a big sniff, trying to identify or locate the smell, but there was none there. Feeling a bit silly over the phantom odor, you sat back forward in the chair, twisting the panties between your fingers.

Carefully, you eased the waistband of your underwear down, the anticipation of what was to come already causing your erect penis to strain against the cloth of the underpants. With everything that had been going on as of late, you’d not gotten nearly the release you’d been craving, and in fact, the last time you could remember having any pleasure of this sort was a week ago, when you’d rubbed one out just before falling asleep, but even that felt distant and unsatisfying. With your almost painfully throbbing member exposed above the waistband of the underwear for easy access, you turned your attention back to the strange IM window.

[quote]Hierro : *Continues to rub at your shoulders* So do you have any big plans for the week?

Isotope : *grins widely at the massage* Nah, not anything other than more work and stuff.

Hierro : *feels your shoulders shrinking a bit under his hands* Oh? Hmmm.. I’m thinking maybe you should call in vacation time or something.

Isotope : *shivers a little bit, feeling a lot less stressed* heh, why you say that?[/quote]

Again, that tingle ran down your spine, causing you to shrug a bit to push it away. Your shirt shifted a little over your shoulders, and you could feel the tension easing out of your entire body. It felt a little like every bit of you was relaxing, all of your muscles losing their tension to the point that even your clothes were feeling a bit less stiff, less restrictive. Smiling a bit to yourself, you kicked the pants off from around your ankles, your socks slipping easily off with the jeans, probably having worked themselves loose from walking around all day.

[quote]Hierro : *keeps on rubbing at your shoulders, working over your back as well* Well, you’ve just seemed so stressed lately. Heck, maybe you should just quit!

Isotope : *turns to look at you* Quit? I can’t quit, I need the money. And besides, what sort of reason would I have to quit?

Hierro : *takes a second out of massaging you with the strange oil to tap you on the rear* Relax. Little drakes like you rarely have jobs.

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Despite it only being words, you found yourself squirming in your seat at the phantom tapping of your thigh, blushing at those words. Long had you fantasized about being able to leave your job and not have any other worries, but this really was a pipe dream, if even that. No one was going to magically swoop in and take away all your responsibilities, despite how fun that might have been to dream about. Nevertheless, you slip your hand holding the silken women’s undergarments below the edge of your desk, teasing yourself just a little bit.

[quote]Hierro : *massages a little more, feeling you shrink just a bit more* Besides, you never know when things might change for you.

Isotope : *squeaks as he feels himself getting noticeably smaller* Yeah right. What, you gonna come all the way out here and take care of me, then? :P

Hierro : *adjusts so he can keep massaging you, moving to your back* You know if I found a way to do that, I would.

Isotope : *closes his eyes in pleasure, feeling a building pressure from his rear* I know you would, that’s why we’re friends!

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There was a little pause in the conversation, so you took that time to tease yourself a little more, feeling the familiar pleasurable tickle along your shaft. Closing your eyes for just a brief moment, you leaned back and let your head rest against the back of your chair. Maybe it was the power of your imagination, but you did really feel a slight need to ‘go’ all of a sudden. It was odd, less of a growing need of things getting fuller, but it felt a lot like you simply had a little less space to hold it in.

Sitting up straighter, you realized that something was off. Your shirt was hanging off of your frame even more loosely than you were really comfortable with, and the back of your head never was level with the back of your computer chair before. You’d always liked how you could rest your shoulders and lean your head back over the top of it, but now you were bumping the rear of your noggin right on the padding directly. You tried to pull yourself up to your full height, and in doing so you found that your full height wasn’t as full as it should have been.

Looking down at yourself, it was obvious that something was amiss. It wasn’t a lot, but the last time you remembered not being able to lean your head all the way back like this was when you’d first gotten the chair, back when you were just graduating from college. Your heart caught in your throat, and your eyes shot back to the screen, more specifically the esoteric swirls and whorls at the edges of the IM window. Desperately you reached for the option that you’d turned on earlier, the ‘Reality Filter’, but the slider was greyed out now, not allowing for any other change to the setting.

[quote]Hierro : *keeps on rubbing the oil into your skin as you slowly age backwards* Of course it is. I just want to make you a little happier. I’ve been worried about you lately.

Isotope : *tries to pull away* Okay, really, I think something’s going on over here. Can we stop for a bit?

Hierro : *puts a little more pressure on you, pinning you in place* Don’t you worry about that, just relax. Trust me.[/quote]

The words on the screen were reassuring, but not exactly what you wanted to hear at that point. Even as you watched the IM conversation on the screen, you could feel yourself de-aging, a feeling that you never even knew really existed, as you’d been going forward in time all of your life and thus had nothing to compare it to. It was a sort of tightening in your body, everything pulling together and compacting instead of growing out and looser.

Along with that feeling, however, comes another realization, and that’s that while your body was getting smaller, what was in your body was not. You tried to lean forward some, or to get up entirely, but found that some invisible pressure was holding you comfortably in your chair. Again you tried to move, and the struggle took its toll on your growing, or rather, shrinking problem, and you could feel a little a little bit of what was currently residing in your color begin to press its way out of you, turtling just a bit between your ass cheeks as your body shrank around it.

[quote]Hierro : *keeps up the relaxing rubbing, knowing that you’re likely starting to feel a bit panicked* Just give in, relax, let things take their course.

Hierro : *His voice was very soothing and comforting* Doesn’t it feel good? This is what you’ve wanted, right? I bet you’re so turned on right now, hehe :P

Isotope : *whines gently* Really, this isn’t a game anymore. Role play me back to how I was, please?

Hierro : *pats you on the head* Shh, come on, enjoy it.

Hierro : *starts to rub at your loose undies, stimulating you down there* well, while you can. Might want to hurry on that, though.

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You swallowed hard as that latest message beeped its way onto your screen, partly because it was obvious Jeremy was in on this, or thinking you were merely role playing, but also because he was right. You bit down hard on your bottom lip, lowering your hand with the pink silken panties in them between your legs and starting to rub a bit harder, pulling and tugging at yourself. It was almost compulsory, and you didn’t think you could stop yourself even if you tried. The panties felt larger in your hand, giving you a lot more room to grip and massage yourself with, letting the smooth feminine fabric brush over your foreskin and tickle at the tip of your penis.

At the same time, your body took another step backwards, forcing a little bit more of your mess out between your strained cheeks. It had always been a dream of yours to be able to mess and masturbate at the same time, but biology being what it is, you never were able to manage it. Now, however, with the strange instant messaging client’s ‘reality’ meter turned to full, you didn’t have much of a say in the matter. It was a fantastic feeling all over, a tingly reversal of how your life had been up until this point.

Looking down at yourself, obviously shrinking into the shirt a little more, you judged that you were probably back to at most eighteen years of age and getting younger. Your eyes flicked back up to the screen as the incoming tone of a new message on the client caught your attention, pulling you away from your pleasure. Even now, though, you tried to hold back your mess, tightening your anus against the unwanted emergence.

[quote]Hierro : *chuckles a little bit as you work at yourself* C’mon, hurry up. This oil works sort of quick, and you’ll want to finish that while you can.

Isotope : *whimpers and keeps stroking* It feels sooooooo good! How are you doing this?

Hierro : *continues to massage at you lovingly, the youth oils doing their job steadily* Don’t you worry about that, you just worry about feeling good.

Isotope : *pants heavily* How young is this going to go?

Hierro : *smiles mischeviously* I guess we’ll find out, won’t we?

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You couldn’t keep typing after that, squirming against the invisible force holding you to the chair while you went back to concentrating on your penis. The smooth silk flowed up and down your shaft like warm water, driving you nearly mad as you tried to hold onto things. Meanwhile, you could feel your load being forced ever more out of your bottom, sliding its way through your cheeks to press against the seat of the chair, where it stopped for the moment, causing you a little bit of discomfort.

It was so thrilling, though, this sensation of not being able to stop your regressing body from evacuating of its own accord, feeling the mess try and find a place to go once it hit the seat of your underpants. At the same time, the feeling from your penis was intense, as if; well exactly like you were much younger, which you certainly were. Pleasuring yourself in this manner hadn’t been this intense in years, nor had you held out this long since the days when you were in high school. You were sure that at any moment you were going to simply burst, back and front, and that release was promising to be simply amazing.

That would have to wait, however, as the online conversation started to pick back up. Reluctantly, you returned your hands to the keyboard, your backwards progression seeming to have halted, or at least slowed somewhat for the moment.

[quote]Hierro : *continues to rub the oil along your back, now down your legs* See? Doesn’t it feel fantastic to be going backwards for real?

Isotope : *tries to move some to get more comfortable* Oh god yes!

Hierro : *pats your shoulders some* Looks like someone’s getting even smaller. How old are you now, anyway?

Isotope : *checks himself over* Maybe eighteen? A little less?

Hierro : *nods quietly to himself but doesn’t let you move just now* Alright. Shouldn’t be much longer now, then. Hmmm...

Isotope : *looks a little scared, but also anxious* What? You’re going to fix this soon? Please?

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The screen didn’t update for a long moment after that, and you began to get a little nervous. Again the text box in the client pulsed and wavered, making it hard to concentrate on for very long, and you felt your body begin to de-age again. Once more, this caused the load between your cheeks to begin to force its way out, pressing harder against your seat, and with nowhere else to go, it began to pile up and spread outward.

Once more you began to stroke at yourself with the soft panties, your breath coming in quick little gasps now as the feelings threatened to overtake your mind entirely. The silk cloth slid against your foreskin as much from you rubbing at it as it did from just being awkward and large in your slimming, teenaged hand.

Beneath your rear, your mess squished hotly against your ass, pressing itself forward to squelch against the back of your testicles and then back through your cheeks again, the smell of it rising to your nostrils easily now. With the ‘reality filter’ on, and Jeremy not letting up on his role play of holding you down, you could barely even adjust to give the poop more room to spread, so it instead decided to spread to every nook and cranny of your backside as you realized that soon you’d be going back through puberty.

Desperately you tried to finish yourself off with the panties, feeling like you were just on the verge of getting there. The screen beeped again, but you were in no position to really look at it, jerking frantically at your penis in an effort to enjoy yourself before you inevitably regressed beyond the point of sexual maturity. Things were moving a bit slower now, it seemed, and you hoped that you’d make it. It would really be awful to get down to a level where you couldn’t even get pleasure from this scenario.

It really was everything you’d dreamed it would be during the RP’s and your internal fantasies. Your body was going backwards in age, shrinking into the chair and your clothes as you worked feverishly at your erection, and at the same time it was forcing a hot, mushy load out into your underwear. You could clearly feel the cloth of your underpants shifting and pushing as your mess filled it out, pressing against your skin as well. As your bottom shrinks along with the rest of you, you can feel it oozing out still, leaving you sitting on your mess as if it were a smelly, soft, warm seat cushion.

Your arm was beginning to hurt a bit as you worked, moving the soft silk back and forth of yourself, and you willed yourself to orgasm. Another beep from your computer tried to distract you, but you paid it no heed again. You were almost there. Beneath the soft silk of the panties, you could feel your penis tightening, promising the most intense ejaculation you’d ever had since the very first time you’d learned what all your willy could do. Biting on your bottom lip, you braced yourself, your free hand on the edge of the desk, your ass wallowing in your excrement as you squirmed, just on the verge of a spectacular release.

Your dismay when any and all sexual feelings from your body fled nearly brought you to tears. Looking down at your lap, you could see a little bit of pre-semen seeping out of your now immature penis, almost like pee, soaking sadly into the silk as you deflate. Where there had once been an indescribable feeling of joy and elation and sexual pleasure was now just a dull tingle that was even as you watched, quickly fading, along with your erection, your small fourteen year old hand simply holding the quickly dampening panties against your crotch. It was frustrating, but in a more emotional than physical way, and with anger in your mind at being denied the most intense feeling of your life, you looked up to the computer monitor.

[quote]Hierro : *pats you on the head* It’s being fixed right now, actually. I don’t need to do anything more than keep on rubbing this youth oil on you.

Hierro : *keeps rubbing the oil in, but does let up and let you move again* There. That should get you –just- right. If my timings are right, you’re probably hitting pre-teens now. I’ll see you in a bit!

* Hierro has signed off.[/quote]

Left alone now, you stared at the message saying that Jeremy had signed off, your eyes going wide. Without the physical pleasure of the regression anymore, you had not a whole lot left. The pressure that had kept you pinned to your seat suddenly lifted, and you slid out of the chair, leaving a smelly brown smear across the fabric of the computer chair as you did. Quickly you closed out the chat window, the program itself, and force powered off your PC.

With one hand gripping at the waistband of your underpants, twisting to keep them on, you looked around hurriedly for something; anything; that may be able to help reverse the process. It wasn’t that you weren’t enjoying things, but there was so much you weren’t prepared for. Quickly, you took a step towards the door to your room, feeling as soon as you did that your body wasn’t at all done expelling its waste. As you move, more pushes out into the already heavy underwear, and try as you might you just can’t seem to stem the flow even a little bit.

Awkwardly, legs slightly bowed out, you make your way to the door, stumbling over your previously discarded jeans, realizing that your shirt is nearly falling off of your shoulders as well. As you stagger, unsteady with the mess in your undies, you step on the hem of the shirt, pulling it down over your shoulders and off completely. Catching sight of yourself in the mirror, you manage to untangle your feet and stagger over to it, noting the heavy, brown much leaking out of your sagging drawers. Your entire inner thighs were coated with the smelly mess, and every step you took seemed to force even more out.

Looking yourself over in the mirror, you could tell that you couldn’t have been any more than maybe five or six years old, nearly naked and still clutching at the pink silk panties as you desperately tried to keep your underwear from falling off. The sound of your front door opening and closing startled out of looking yourself over, and another wave of mess pushed itself into the waiting pile already under you. Before you stepped away from the mirror, however, you could see yourself getting visibly younger.

With the assurance of knowing that there was no way you could possibly let anyone catch you like this, you toddled towards your bedroom door, intent on locking it securely. What you don’t count on, though, is how hard it is to stay on your feet with your legs bowed out by a large load in your underwear and one hand desperately trying to pull your adult sized underwear up to keep them from falling off your toddler sized body. Once more you find yourself stumbling and teetering around the clutter of your floor.

It’s your shoes that do it, though, as you lift one foot up to step over them, and your undies weigh you down from behind. Slowly, with your free hand waving wildly, you start to tumble over, landing heavily on your bottom, your barely three year old pudgy toes and fingers curling at the impact, which doesn’t so much hurt as it does startle you. Unable to control your own body’s reactions to the stimulus, however, you feel yourself start to cry out, tears welling up in your eyes as you do so. You’re trying hard to hold back the nearly infantile feeling as the door knob starts to turn, just as you feel yourself finally stop reversing its de-aging process.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” comes a familiar voice from above you, and with blurry, tear-filled eyes you turn your head up to see a familiar face towering above you.

You open your mouth to call his name, raising your stubby arms up to greet him.

“Jeh’mee!’ is all that comes out, however, and you begin to squirm as he kneels down in front of you, his face wrinkled up from the smell.

“Huh, hmmm… if I had to guess,” He said to you, patting you on the head, “I’d say you’re probably a little less than a year old now? Good, that makes sense.”

You’re confused again, and you point at the computer, waving an uncoordinated finger as you sit in your little pile of mess, all of nine months old now, but thankfully not getting any younger.

“Oh, yeah, that,” he smiled, taking both of your hands in his, “Don’t worry about that, we can let you bang on the keys sometime while I role play you back to being an adult. Maybe.”

With that, you started to whine again, but he simply leaned over and kissed you on the forehead before reaching around behind him to a bag he’d dropped just inside the door. From it, he produced a package of stage 1 Pampers diapers, baby wipes and some powder. Setting these in front of you, he began to lift you out of the soiled ruin of your adult underwear.

“I told you that you should have called out of work. That’s okay, we’ll take care of it, letting them know that you’re sick or something. For now, though, you’re just going to have to relax and let me take care of you, and just push all that stress away.”

Somehow, his touch and closeness makes you feel better. Of course he’d been doing this for you, but you did wish he’d have warned you first, but that’s no matter to you anymore. A giggle escaped your lips as you felt some poop peel off of your bottom and ‘plop’ back to the mess as your friend stands you up.

“But first, we need to get you cleaned up. I guess when your body was shedding all that age, it had to go somewhere, huh, stinky?” The joke made you laugh, something your under developed muscles could easily handle, despite them not being able to form words.

Your friend paused for a moment, looking down at your tiny feet, then back into your eyes, a look of confusion but accepting love in his eyes.

“But, Jared,” he said, a smile on his face as he picks up the pink silken panties with one hand, holding you up with the other, “Maybe I should have gotten the pink diapers, instead of the blue, hmm?”

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