Deus ex Machina

Chapter 1
The Machine

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Chapter Description: A model gets to become her captures wet dream

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Disclamer: All Names, situations, characters depicted are solely fictional any real life similarities are coincidental. Author has no association with any companies, icons or trademarks used in the story. All character’s depicted in sexual acts are over the age of 18 any age modification is solely Psychological I.E. mental AR. This story or its author does not condone any Illegal acts or behaviors.

Warning: Gross perversion and sexually themed tasteless content, profanity and depiction of sexual acts, extremely offensive. Not suitable for minors under the age of 18, discretion is advised. Not suitable for any reasonably normal person.

Deus ex Machina god from the machine

Ashley: ............ what am I doing here? ...where.....where am I? (She said groggily lifting her pretty head up and delicately swiping her light brown hair from her indescribably beautiful face.)

The room was a large well designed and furnish basement with an air of wealth, the house no more then 10 years old and professionally decorated. The only out of place object was the chair she was sitting on which was bright yellow and looked to belong to a 7 year old, the height of the chair much to short for a women of her stature forcing her to sit with her legs completely spread out and unbent, the seat of the chair comically to small for even her little perfectly round butt causing her to constantly shift her little tush.

She was wearing nothing but a bra and panties truly revealing her perfect body, Unattainable to even the most attractive of men, a goddess among women. Her height was about 5’ 5” her legs long, slender, and shapely making up the majority of her height. Her butt was small and perfectly round its perfection would stop even the coldest of hearts for second glance. Her small A cup breast rose of her perfectly flat stomach like perfectly round mountains, there perkiness and symmetry hypnotizing and almost defying physics. Her unbelievably thin waist and lush hips made any man fantasize of push there throbbing cocks past her wet perfect warm snatch and filling her seemingly beyond its brim. The thought of this bundle perfection on there cocks making men cum with in seconds. Her face on its own is enough to stop man dead in his tracks and rethink the human limits of beauty to new heights. Her eyes big and blue in captivate the soul with there innocents and beauty. Her lips pouty, pink, full and perfect almost always inviting with there moistness and softness. Her little upturned nose, chin, cheeks, neck all brimming with radiant perfection, Her skin youthful, delicate ,and soft. Her long light brown hair shimmered with natural beauty. Ashley had just turned eighteen last month still full of both inner and outer youth that made men feel dirty about there thoughts. She is the ideal, the absolute, everyman’s angel. From her innocent youth filled face to her sultry body. Though 18 she seemed to look more like a 16 year old do to her small frame high pitched voice and cute face more appropriate for a 14 year old.

Ashley: Is anybody here( she said worriedly starting to realize the severity of her situation)

John: just as beautiful as when I left... just a little more a wake (He says walking in from behind a load bearing pillar)

John: your jeans where awful hard to remove must have been tight, fashion a bitch huh

Ashley: Who the fuck are you? How did I get here? I’m fucking leaving and I will press charges for kidnapping! (she says it with anger in her voice trying to over come the fear she now felt.)

John: I’m nobody you know... but that will change. I brought you here... this is my home and you where very hard to get close to, I guess that’s the price for being a Super Model and those body guards really did try to put up a fight...... O well I’ll heal and they’ll live.

...Ashley you can leave when ever you want your not being held prisoner.........I believe in free will, You’ll find none of the doors locked and press charges its your choice. But your not leaving are you honey why is that hmmm. (He talks coolly and with warm humor in his voice as if there was some inside joke and as if he new all the outcomes of the night)

Ashley: I.....I.....I.....I (she said squirming in her charm like a child trying to comprehend a math problem comically over her head.)

John: what wrong can’t focus? Could it be that super models are that dumb..... no that’s not it is it.

Ashley: What did you do to me? (she said in a powerless voice so full of fear it made her body tremble slightly from her lips to her slim, smooth and inviting upper tight.)

John: You fell it now do you? Some barrier in your mind, some man made obstacle violating your every thought by screening ideas and numbing select thoughts, there’s some filter you cannot recognize.

Ashley: Is it drug’s (she says hoping that this feeling would pass. She receives a slow but firm nod no)

John: Its much more accurate and scientific.....An invention of mine many years into development.....If I was less motivated I would have sold my idea years ago or went public when I perfected it 2 weeks ago and gotten a noble prize..... but you see I don’t want glory and I have money so this will be my reward. ( He then look down with lust and perversion in his eye right at her wide open pantied crotch she gasp slightly in that cute a feminine way and wonder why she left herself so exposed and why she still was not covering herself up)

John: yes your lack of modesty is my wrong doing.

Ashley: Why me

John: Isn’t it obvious you’re gorgeous and out of all the supermodels your personality was always the cutest, the hyper cute funny blond, the youngest and girly......also your beauty is natural not like those other anorexic twigs (this was not a comforting statement it chilled her to the bone)

Ashley: How are you doing this? (The fear in her voice now very audibly)

John: the multi-million dollar question.........have you ever heard of electroshock therapy ...of coarse you have well attached to your right temple is a very small microcomputer networked to a very large super computer in the other room capable of mapping all the electrochemical activities in your brain......it can tell what memories do what and where there located......... let’s say I mention your......... home... right away the parts of your brain that have information about your home light up and the computer can distinguish between the personal memories of your home and the raw information like where your home is located and what color is the bedroom walls and so on. So the more you think the more the computer learns about you, while you where drug and unconscious the computer mapped 98% of your brain and while we are speaking it has gotten to 100%. It is now personally tailored to you all I need to do is get you to think about something and the computer can locate it in your mind......... But this is the boring part of the device it gets better. The device attached to your head with your now mapped brain can target with a small electric pulse... memories I select for deletion, modification, or even creating completely new memories using your own mind logic and rational to fill in the blanks.........You see if I told the machine to make a memory that you’re a circus performer which I won’t.........from that one sentence being implanted in the right area of your mind your brain would spool a complete web of lies...false memories to justify that one original lie. To you be a circus performer would be completely normal and logical......... your own mind becomes my tool and your enemy, an enemy that you can’t fight. Now the reason you WON’T leave is because the second the device was attached to your head protocols to keep you in line during the TREATMENT where add to your subconscious you won’t scream or run, take off the device or even close that pretty little snatch of yours .........But you will struggle and squirm......... futilely but entertainingly... don’t worry the protocols are removed at the end of the process......I won’t need them then. You’ll be concuss during treatment but after a change is made it will be as if it was always that way.

Ashley: What....wha...what are you going to change?! (She said with fear and helplessness she never new she could feel as she slowly moved her hand to the side of her head to fell the slight round bulge and cold steel of the device)

John: Yes the device did keep you from feeling its presents until I mentioned it...... and about your treatment I don’t want to ruin the surprise.

Ashley: Please I will do anything don’t shock me?? (she said whiningly)

John: You will do anything and I will proceed don’t worry sweet heart there will be no shock just a pleasantly warm feeling of fuzziness

Ashley: Please Please (she said whimpering he ignored her)

John: The device is controlled threw this remote but basic voice commands can be given......Also while the device is active you won’t be capable of lying or accessing fake or unrelated memories not because it won’t let you but because it tricks your brain into thinking you want to tell me.

Ashley: Anything but this not me, why me?! (she said with puppy dog like sadness not to john but to the universe, hanging her beautiful blond head in defeat)

John: I will ask you questions about the topic I want to change as you answer and think the computer will get an accurate lock for the electric pulse. You will be able to get a good idea of the modification before hand by the nature of my questions... You will be completely lucid throughout the process and will be unable to sense a difference until the device begins the actual modification when you may experience some fuzziness and light headiness, once the modification is done you will lose the memory gradually over the next few minutes to hours depending on the memory......... as it leave your short term memory and entries nothingness you will be aware of the process of memory decay. Once a memory is gone it is gone.

Ashley: Why are you changing me? (She says in a flirty last attempt to stop the process)

John: your physically perfect in every way but I have odd personality preferences that till now where unattainable.........Enough talk I have walk you threw the process god only knows why you won’t remember any of this......It’s time to begin. (He hits a button on the remote a little red light on the device turns on and the faint sound of very small deliberator plates charging is heard from the device. A tear rolls down Ashley’s perfect cheek from her big blue eyes as she prays this is a bad dream.)

John: How old are you Ashley?

Ashley: 18 .......I just turned it’s really exciting (she said natural as if she was answering willingly and not under the influence of the device. She smiled her beautiful smile for the first time since she arrived even if it was only for a moment)

John: Do you feel mature for your age?

Ashley: No not really I have been modeling for 8 years now everyone thinks when they look at me I’m this mature confident women...... but some time I fell like......(She said really opening up herself and felt vulnerable. She new the device was forcing her talk but what surprised her was it also made her want to talk.)

John: like a girl

Ashley: Yeah and sometimes I wish...... people could see me like that and understand I’m still a girl

John: Have you always been immature for your age?

Ashley: YEAH (she giggles playful as she reminisces) my parents, friends, and even boyfriend’s use to tell me that I Acted SOO immature for my age even though I looked old, Ever since I was little.

John: What did you think about being called immature?

Ashley: I pretended to get upset but I......Really like the attention and being considered the baby...... I grew up so fast that I just wanted to experience just being a kid. (She said shyly as she twirled her hair.)

John: At what age was there the biggest Gap between your maturity and your age? (John said this in a tone seemingly knowing the answer)

Ashley: UMMM (she bit done slightly on her lower lip playfully giving this genuine thought she scooted her butt forward on the chair as she gave a response) IT was when I was 12 I was a model doing underwear shots for Macy’s...... People thought I looked 15 and was SO mature......I had boyfriends, I almost had breast, I masturbated A LOT, but at the same time......... I was playing with Barbie’s, and watching cartoons, wearing Winnie the pooh undies......... And wanted to be daddies little girl more then anything else......... I didn’t want to be a teen I wanted to stay the same ......I didn’t want to get younger but I really didn’t want to grow up...... I wanted a boyfriend that gave me wedges and let me dry hump him ...... not flowers , dinner and a nice car .........I was greedy I wanted it both to be sexual and to be a kid not at separate times but at once. (She said this with embarrassment expecting stigma or punishment but at the same time with relief and enthusiasm)

John: DO you still want that?

Ashley: No....No I out grew it...... I mean on some level I still do what girl doesn’t want to fuck the cute boy and then go home to no rent no responsibilities other then brushing your teeth. But do I want to relive being 12 again...... no that was an awkward part of my life. (she said calmly and casually)

John: that real is too bad because you will be doing a lot more then reliving it as soon as I press this button the device will shock your adulthood to oblivion......You will still remember your life have almost all the memories you have made since your were twelve but as soon as I make the change you will believe that your are now 12. You’ll have all the same feelings as when you where twelve, all the same emotions and raw knowledge......No more calculus or experience using maxi pads. You will find yourself again wanting to play with Barbie while dry humping your boyfriend. You will remember this room and what I am doing to you will even remember your modeling and that before you where 18 not 12. You will remember everything in your life that happened since you where 12 that your twelve year old self could do. So you will remember your ex boyfriend just not what you did with him under the covers...... other then dry humping of coarse, you’ll remember that haha......You will remember posing for modeling shots......Just not in lingerie more of along the lines of powerpuff girl cotton panties and training bras. You will even remember your bed but instead of pillows it’s covered in stuff animals and a Barbie bedspread. You will know that I made you into a 12 year old but you won’t care because all that matters is the fact that you are Now 12 and that will be perfectly rational normal and confronting to you......you won’t question why or how...you will just understand that you are 12 and except it even if you have the body of an 18 year old. Also this time around there is no growing up or changing you will be the little 12 year old masturbator hormones and all until I see fit to change you again

Ashley: What... no you can’t...wait I don’t......... (John again ignores her pleas as he enter some calculations into the remote and hits the execute button)

Ashley eyes go from darting across the room to dilating and losing focus she raise her hand faintly to the side of her head as if she was have a warm fuzzy version of a brain freeze. Instead of sharp cold pain she felt warmth soothing forgetfulness that was scarily pleasant and consuming, wash over her head. Under different circumstances her physical state during the process could have been seen as a new type of recreational drug inaction.

Her face had the faint almost unrecognizable look of underlying bliss and her body move slightly as if some imaginary force teased her sexually with its phantom touch.

John: Ashley......Ashley are you okay Ashley (his tone was of fake concern)

Ashley: I’m fine (she smiled and then looked confused wondering why wouldn’t she be fine her demeanor change immediately no longer was this a fully develop women in front of john now it was a blossoming girl everything from the innocents in her facial expressions to the way she spoke to the way she held her frame she was now obviously a stereotypical 12 year old not only obvious to people aware of her metal transition but to anyone who took a couple of minutes to speak to her, A women no longer occupied that gorgeous body it was now a tween . She no longer came off as a well develop 16 year old now she came off like a mentally immature 14 year old freshmen.)

John: How old are you

Ashley: 12 (she said swaying back and forth ever so slightly with that girly awkwardness present in 12 year old girls around cute boys)

John: Do you know what I just did?

Ashley: yeah you made me 12 again. (She said this with fake poutiness as if this was a normal thing and nothing to be upset about or question. She placed her hands on her lap meekly trying to hide her exposed body)

John: WHAT so what where you before if not 12 (he said mockingly)

Ashley: I was...... 12 I think wait no ...... different... older (she said confused)

John: Do you want to be older?

Ashley: Nooo I like being me (she said shyly as if this was the wrong answer but what she wanted)

John: DO you still remember what we are doing here?

Ashley: Yes you’re changing me with that remote...... Please don’t change me anymore I’ll be the perfect girl Pleassssse (she said this like a child talking to a superior trying to avoid punishment her voice was shaky and full of childish fear)

John: Sorry honey we will continue......... Are you good in school?

Ashley: Yeah I’m good at English, History, Math, and Science (she said this full of pride her right leg was moving up and down)

John: Hyper?

Ashley: yeah (she said stopping the movement and giggling) I can’t help it

John: So beautiful and smart that’s hardly fair to the other girls (she blushed and fidgeted a little) Well let’s be fair and change that (he hit a button on the remote)

Ashley: NNOOOO I can’t be dumb...... Anything but that .... Do you want me to sit on your lap I’ll sit on your lap (she said pleadingly even at this age flaunting her sexuality, she got up and walk toward John most likely try to do the for mention act of “lap sitting”)

The process stop her dead in her track she ....again she felt that warm numbing of the deletion. But this time it felt much more like the thoughts were being completely destroyed not just altered and partly erased.

John: You will find that you have the math skills of your 2nd grade self...The science and history skills of your 3rd grade self...And the literary skills of a 5th grader. But worst of all you will always remember that just moments before you were smart and did know advanced division... you’ll have to learn it all over again, the only problem is your learning ability has been quartered so it will take you four times longer to learn it.

Ashley: WHY I didn’t do anything to you. You...... you stupid cocksucker (she wined on the verge of tears)

John: Aww sweet heart don’t cry...... You see grown women can curse without the tears they can hide there emotions. Both the cursing and the crying are defense mechanism but the crying is cuter...... What did you do before you cursed?

Ashley: I cried (she started to tear up)

John: what else did you do?

Ashley: I threw temper tantrums? (She said fearfully)

John: What else did you do when you first started to throw temper tantrums?

Ashley: Suck my thumb

John: And?

Ashley: Hold my bear (realizing why I was asking these questions) IM NOT a baby I’m old.

John: I want you to think back to the time where when someone upset you all you would do is cry, and suck your thumb and hold your stuffed animals.

Ashley: NO (she said of coarse unable not to think of the image both out of fear and human curiosity, John hit a button)

This time the feeling of fuzziness was like a bolt of lighting over in a fraction of a second like that area of her mind was so minuet and primal it need very little modification. To her the change was to fast to notice other then its obvious effects.

Ashley: You’re sooo mean (she said like a spoiled brat, stomping her feet slightly and forming a fist with the thumb out)

She then slowly placed her thumb in between her moist pouty lips and began to suck as if it was the most natural and comforting thing she could do. She new it was immature and childish and her concusses mind was racked with humiliation..... She was twelve to old for this, but to ask her to stop now was like asking a fish to stop swim or a lion to stop hunting. This was not only obvious to a onlooker but also to herself. All she could do was sway, and whine as her thumb sucking soothed her. Now with her thumb firmly planted in her mouth she really did look like a immature 12 year old.

John: You’ll find out that this time around you won’t be able to out grow this habit....Also you probably don’t know how much defense mechanism affect your life. If you get embarrassed you’ll suck, if your to tried or vulnerable or bored you’ll suck if, you get to scared you’ll wet your panties but also suck. Even when you’re horny you’ll get the slight desire to stick that thumb in your mouth but you can ignore the urge then and just then... but the masturbating won’t feel as natural or fun. (She turned beat red but her eye registered the thought for later use.)

John: Speaking of masturbation Do you have any crush’s (she nodded yes) well okay can you think about them for a second (he hit a button on the remote)

Again Ashley feels the warm fuzziness of her brain being violated. But this time she remains more lucid as if memories where being merge and altered slightly not destroyed. She began to squirm with horror as she realized the alteration.

John: I can tell you know what I’m doing but you’ll be incapable of being angry at me for long. I’m replacing the Men you have crushes with mental image with mine whatever irrational teen hormone charged emotion’s you had for them you will have for me. The though of me being in the same room with you will so be like a fantasy come true. My voice will make you wet your little panties, and you’ll do anything to gain my love and you will allow me to do anything to you and you will keep loving me and begging me to get into your panties. You will beg me on hands and knees to penetrate you. The only difference from your other crushes is that I multiplied your desire and no matter what I do you cannot fall out of love with me. But that alone was not enough So I combined this with the devotion, admiration, respect, you had for your daddy. But none of your fatherly love for him, none of your memories of him. Also his ability to control you to get you to do what he thought was right and to comfort you like no other man in your life should. In essence I gave you daddy issue and an inferiority complex you’ll want me to nurture and control you and make you cum like my personal fuck puppet and after you beg me to let you blow me off. You’ll beg for a spanking not from a father or crush but from your icon your love. A man that makes you quiver from anticipation.

Ashley: O GOD (she put her slightly shaking hand to her mouth when she realized it was true.)

John: SO Ashley how often do you masturbate?

Ashley: Four times’s a day (the thought of her crush asking her this made her schoolgirl mind flutter with joy and her teen hormones cream her panties.)

John: Wow that’s a lot but it will be more because restraint is a defense mechanism you no longer have...remember.. That’s why your hopelessly creaming your panties as we speak. It’s eating you inside right now...... making every inch of your self fight not to stick your hand down those little panties and finger yourself right in front of me. (The idea sent a twitch threw her body that was just barely visible to john. Truly showing how horny she real was.)

Ashley: MMMM (she stomp her feet slightly and pouted out of frustration and also to change the topic) I need to PPEEEE.

John: Another great example of lack of Restraint and discipline both like I said defense mechanisms, But the question is why did you ask my permission. The bathroom door is obviously open and to your left, the toilet is within insight..... The reason cupcake is that you now want my approval, my praise and you also what to make sure you have my permission because now your greatest fear is losing my love. You’ll do anything I say now won’t you.

Well from now on I want you to use the term POTTY. (She had a look on her face when I Said this that conveyed one though WTF)

Ashley: I NNNeeeedddd to go potty. (She said this with a look of embarrassment the need to use the bathroom now obvious as she swayed her hips back and forth and bounce slightly.)

John: Sorry I want to see how much of a needy little girl you are. (She opened he mouth and let out a gasp of shock and frustration) You can go if you want but I don’t want you too. (Ashley had a look of empathy and affection that displayed the though “anything for you “ as she turned her head to the vacant toilet, and sighed.)

John: That a girl.

Ashley: Please ( I nodded no) On myself ( I nodded yes) can I do it now (she look in obvious discomfort as she swayed and bounced now with her hand down her cotton underwear.)

John: I want you to hold it as long as you can. And while your at it come here and give me a blow job.

She comes over goes down on her knees and puts his hard throbbing cock threw her soft pouty lips into her warm sticky mouth. While giving John a blow job she had one hand down her panties not touching herself but trying to keep from wetting. The desperation of her situation obvious from her technique and speed. As he heard her whimpering in defeat as she pissed threw her fairly absorbent and moisture spreading cotton panties. The hissing of her pissing was soon drowned out by the piddle of the urine pooling on the shag carpet. He came with thunderous pleasure. Ashley could only stay knee deep in her own urine and slurp up his cum and eat it greedily. And yet some how she still managed to get aroused.

John: I guess the rumor about desperation being the best motivator for blow jobs being the best is true. (She had now stood up and they now stared eye to eye at each other with mutually infatuation. She had her thumb firmly planted in her mouth and he had his own dirty thoughts.) Haven’t you done enough sucking for one night? (Ashley blushed out of embarrassment and pride.)

John: But something is still not right deep down you still think you’re a big girl. (she nodded proudly he put his hands on her ultra thin waist) I want you to be perfect but your going to help me on this modification.

Ashley: Doooo I have to... I like being big (she said swaying her tush slightly with john’s hands still on her waist)

John: If you want me to love you

Ashley: FINE...... but your weird (she said about to cry try to maintain dignity)

John: Read this for me. (He hits a button on the remote and picks up a piece of paper and hands it to Ashley. Then places his hand back on her hips)

Ashley: I’m a little immature prissy 12 year old girl. I’m childish and na?ve. I am a little girl who likes playing with dolls and stuffed animals. I’m a overly horny immature little school girl who creams her panties all the time. I am john little mentally immature sex toy who creams her panties on demand. I’m a little whiny helpless brat who throws tantrums and who also wets the bed at night and masturbates with her thumb firmly planted in her mouth. I am a girl who can’t even be held responsible for keeping her panties dry. I am john little pissy girl in need of a good hard fuck. (Ashley before speaking pulled her thumb out of her mouth with a pop. From the moment she started talking she felt the word etching into her mind. She spoke this in a very animated almost joking tone.)

John: That my “little soggy bottom” is what will be constantly repeated by your innermost subconscious, Where all your fear and primal memories resides. Your concuss mind will suppress it and even at time deny what It’s say but it will always resonate in every action over your life as your deepest most internal truth something you can’t avoid or bury. Starting tomorrow you’ll wake up in a very wet pair of undies. Those line constantly repeating in the deepest parts of you mind. Brainwashing every action and self validating it self constantly even if I removed all the concuss modification you would still find your self over time turning into those very line.

You really are 12 now in every way except in body even your hormones have been adjusted to that of your twelve year old self. Form you estrogen-testosterone levels to your most inner most brain chemistry......Here put this on you no longer deserve Adult panties. (He pulled out of his pocket a pair of thick adolescent girls cotton panties they were white with bright pink trim and elastic. On the crotch was a large colorful image of Winnie the Pooh and on the back was a similar image that stretched across the entire butt. The images visible from feet away.) And don’t pretend not to want them I know you thought those other underwear where uncomfortable. (She blushed and quickly snagged the underwear from my hands. happy to get out of the wet stick reminder of her inner immaturity. Something she would always futile try to deny.)

Ashley: there cute (She said pulling the tight panties over her beautiful lush legs and snuggly on her perfect butt squirming slightly to get them to fit just right.)

John: See after all this your still a perfect size 0 (john said sarcasticly, she look down happily and caress the top of her new panties.)

John: Your perfect now.... The problem is that no matter how much you love and need me now it’s still artificial made by me... This makes me angry at myself and you so your going to have to suffer a little...... a sort of punishment for your lack of natural love.

Ashley: BUT .........But I love you I’ll die for you......I...I peed my panties for you. I want you inside me. Please just love me. Why won’t you believe me? (She said this not to get out from the punishment but because she genuinely believed it.)

John: I believe you but what must be done must be done.

John: What are your feelings about the bathroom? (Changing the topic quickly)

Ashley: What ...nothing it’s just a place you go to do your business.

John: But that wasn’t always the case was it there was a time when you where proud to go potty it was achievement but yet you where also scared it was so alien and new and you had so much anticipation. And it wasn’t just a place but a future achievement a symbol of how mature you where. Do you remember when this was?

Ashley: When I was being potty trained

John: when you where being potty trained what did you wear was it panties.

Ashley: Only toward the end at the begining I wore diapers.

John: what about the middle

Ashley: I wore pull-ups and kept them dry half the time.

John: half the time that was impressive what did you think about it at the time.

Ashley: I tough that was good enough... but yet...... embarrassing but I also felt I couldn’t do any better that I was to dumb and just couldn’t get it and no matter how hard I tried... I just kept wetting half the time. I felt I would always be in pull-ups and that scared me.

John: how old were you when you only where dry half way.

Ashley: Two and half I couldn’t stay dry and still couldn’t until I was 3 when I made it to 75%.

John: When did you make it to 100%

Ashley: I I I never did it still have one accident every 90 days or so.

John: WOW I didn’t expect that (for the first time he was genuinely surprised) this is going be easier then I though. When did you graduate to panties fulltime?

Ashley: when I was four.

John: Wow you really where the perfect choice (He hit’s a button on the remote. Ashley doesn’t fell much in her mind during the alteration but her vision blurs out of focus and when she regains her mental footing she feel as if some part of her has been ripped out some important part of her mind but she can’t visualize or comprehend what it is. Like it was just beyond what she was able to conceive)

Ashley: What... What did you do to me...? What is my punishment? (Ashley said with fear of knowing the answer.)

John: You feel like you felt before the change, don’t you.... But something is missing some vital information about life is missing... Now think little girl what where we just talking about. (Her thumb darted to her mouth and she started sucking loudly)

Ashley: NO ..... NO I twelve you couldn’t.... It can’t be that easy.... I’m a big girl. (she said this with her thumb still in her mouth. She was looking threw the remnants of her mind for something to disprove john statement.)

John: You get it now don’t you...... I took away all the years of being potty trained all the years of bathroom familiarity, and experience I made you that little dumb 2 year old that couldn’t figure out how to stay dry more the 1/3 of the time. But this time it won’t take 2 years to graduate to panties......It will take 3 decades......... I made your learning capacity 15 times slower when it come to potty training. If last time it was annoying how long and slow the pace was this time you’ll feel like a total moron unable to learn the most basic task at the ripe age of twelve...... But this will not discourage you enough to stop and stay in pull-ups fulltime...... No you will always put a full-heart effort in learning every day, it will become a obsession, your white whale. You won’t recognize the signals that your bladder sends, it will be all alien and new every time, you will try making it to the bathroom on time your heart will Jump with fear and anticipation of the unknown . Every time you make it there dry you be full of joy. You’ll even learn to except getting there wet because your just a dumb 12 year old girl. You will always know that you used to be potty trained and that you’re a 12 year old freak and I made you this way but you won’t have any of your old knowledge or memories on the subject. The only memories you have of going to bathroom are of you wearing those white and pink puffy pull-ups and running to the bathroom more often then not with a warm familiar sensation emanating for your cartoon character clad damp untrained crotch......don’t be sad in about 10 years you’ll be at 50% success rate and I will let you where panties as more then a sadistic joke to amuse me. You still are that perfect 12 year old but now you just aren’t smart enough to keep your panties dry that’s all that doesn’t make you a baby......(she stomp her feat like a 7 year old about to throw tantrum) The funniest thing is that you don’t hate me you still will love me more then is humanly natural......in time you will even forgive me and understand what I Just did now is the right thing......how funny is that my voice still send shivers down your spine and makes your heart skip a beat. (The entire time john spoke Ashley stood silent swaying slightly with her thumb planted in her wet pouty mouth. Trying to find something I said that was not true.)

John: Nothing to say huh...... I have a question can I call you my little bed wetter if you’re not potty trained...... I mean if you were... you would wet the bed... right... and you will have night accidents now but that’s because you are not paper broken not because of your bedwetting so my question is are you a bed wetter. ANSWER!

Ashley: yes (she said starting to cry)

John: No pleas to fix you?

Ashley: What the point you won’t do it! (she said trying to be serious and obviously deeply upset with john but how serious can a un-potty trained twelve year old be)

John: Wow smart for a preteen in desperate need of a lifetime supply of Huggies pull-ups.... I can tell from your eyes that you still love me and your anger will die down soon... it’s just a matter of time. Any way you can’t afford to be mad at me, you are in no shape to be providing for yourself......hell you can’t even stay dry much less get a job... you need someone to provide for you...Pull-ups can be pricy a girl your size will need a lot.

Ashley: Stop it please (she said crying like a whiny prissy brat. She looked down at her underwear and suddenly out of no where, her breathing became swallow and rapid. As she made some mental realization)

John: You just realized you need to be put on a pull-up that your mind has never felt panties before... How does it feel to be both this scared of messing up my floor and those beautiful panties, and also so turned on by the fact that your where panties.... It has become some sort of fetish hasn’t it? Your horny preteen mind is creaming itself think of the image of “little un-potty trained you” being old enough and smart enough to where big girl panties...sadly it will stay a fantasy... we always want what we can’t have and take for granted what we do... it turns you on so much but yet you’re shaking from fear. Is the feeling of cotton so scary or is it the unknown. SO what about it are you still such a grown up girl, or are you something much less mature?

Ashley: Please I need to change I’m not ready... Anymore (realizing that everything I said was true.)

John: Okay fine have it your way...But as soon as they come off you’ll start dreaming of the day you can where them without having a Toddlers panic attack. (He pull’s out a huge container of opened girl’s Huggies pull-ups and throws her one with Cinderella on the crotch.)

Ashley: why pull-ups there for babies. (She said like a whiny spoiled brat)

John: they seem appropriate for you...... they fit and my corporation just purchased the company that produces them. I had them redo the design of the material to match the ones you had as a kid.... thicker sides and more absorbent...and I made one slightly larger size for big girls so that it fits on you just right. The exterior will look like normal modern pull-ups......there more girly...don’t you think? I also licensed Barbie and retained Disney for the decorative art. I will start marketing them to older bed wetter’s.

Ashley: DO I have to. (She said in a girl voice that would make any heart melt.)

John: It’s this or you can piss in your panties and on Winnie the Pooh for the rest of your life. Which if you ruin my floors will be much less enjoyable. (She pouted but put on the pull-ups)

John: See ...aren’t they cute.

Ashley: (she giggled and swayed back and forth) yeah

John: Alright this last sequence will deactivate the device and end the modification process.........POTTY-DANCE

Ashley began to shake her butt to a beat that didn’t exist, her mind in awe of actions that it didn’t ask to be taken.

Ashley: I’m a little tea cup her my spout (she arced her back as she sung and pointed at her crotch playfully) Her is my handle (she jump into the air spun 180 degrees and land her little cute butt face john she playfully arced her butt up and bent over when John slap her cunt. She let out a playful and spontaneous yelp. The whole performance was juvenile and degrading seemingly performed by an oversized kindergartner.)

She the plopped down on john’s right knee and began to absent mindly began to piss the pull-up she began to get dizzy from the last modification when she said something not built into the programing)

Ashley: Fuck me daddy (he gently began to teasingly rub her pissing pull-up clad crotch intuitively with his strong dominating hand)

John: Tomorrow sunshine...... tonight go to sleep the device is ending by giving you the sleeping hormone of a 6 year old. Earlier bed time from her on out. It also adjusting other hormone levels to keep you horny and wet all the time without that nasty puberty and also to get ride of all that nasty pubic and leg hair, we’ll wax it out and it won’t grow back. Also the hormones will make you feel more like a little girl and less like a women hormonally. In three weeks time you’ll be wearing a training bra again......but will keep those beautiful hips and butt. Starting tomorrow you’ll be my little juvenile sex kitten. But tonight all you have to do is have a wet dream about me and piss your fresh pull-ups as often as your little bratty butt likes. While sucking your thumb, and dry humping your bear. Okay sweetheart

Ashley: Okay dadd.... (Ashley fell asleep on his knee her legs wide open her perfect little butt sinking even closer on his knee as she slumped forward slightly kissing his right thigh with her wet cunt .With Her thumb in her mouth and the trickle of pee warming the crotch and butt of her pull-up stopping.

He pick her up with ease his 6’1”size advantage hugely visible and took her into a tiny bedroom appropriate for preteen girl and changed her into a nighttime pull-up. Then watch her sleep for a moment. She cuddled a large plus stuff bear and looked perfectly natural.

John: From a confident, independent, smart 18 year old to a immature, dependant, un-potty trained, horny, prissy 12 year old school girl in 30 minutes, how frail the human mind is ....... I wonder if she would like a little sister?

FIN..................for now

Notes by author: Yes the title is not appropriate in the classical litary sense. Yes I know I can’t properly tell or narrate a story thus the weird format, Yes I’m sure the story is full of grammar errors I’m incapable of proof reading my own work, Hope its not to bad. Any criticism is welcome even the brutal stuff....Anyone, who likes to can continue this story, in any way they like, in any direction.... God only knows I’m in capable of doing so.

 

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