Malice Aforethought

Chapter 3
Incriminating Evidence

They arrived back an hour later. I was back in my car by then, watching them from a safe distance. It was now or never. I needed those damn photos and if it meant doing stuff I wasn’t proud of, so be it. I had a flight to Kuala Lumpur booked for nine in the evening. I needed to get in there, force her to hand over the photos, smash every hard drive in the place and take photos of what she was doing to Eric and the others to keep her silent in case she’d uploaded copies of the photos to a cloud or kept them somewhere else. Turning her into the local police wasn’t an option. This was a country infamous for its corruption and I had no idea who to trust. This was my career, my life that was on the line. There was no margin for error.

The kerbing was broken just in front of the spot I’d parked in. After locking the car I removed the loose piece of kerb, removed the Hertz keychain and slid the key into the small hole before replacing the loose slab of concrete over it. I attached the keychain to my own car key and put it back in my pocket. I wasn’t going in there with the key to my only means of escape in my pocket.

As I walked back along the footpath I was at war with myself. I had no idea how she’d done that to Eric, or the others. There was definitely danger in going in that house, walking right into the lion’s den. Part of me wanted to stop right there, turn around, get in the car and leave while there was still a chance. But then I reminded myself that I’d taken precautions that Eric surely hadn’t thought to take. I knew what I was going into, I was on guard. She wasn’t going to be able to manipulate me the way she did others. I had to go through with it.

I pressed the call button once again. This time there was only a couple rings before the line clicked and a voice said, “Hello?”

My voice caught in my throat and I rasped inaudibly. Swallowing hard I forced my heart out of my throat and said, “It’s Aiden. I’ve come.”

“Oh, lovely. Just come right in,” she replied and the gate began to slide open.

I headed up the driveway to the front door. I could hear voices calling within and footsteps approaching. The door swung open and I was face to face with Elly, my nemesis. She had a deceptive smile on her face, as though we were really good friends and I’d come over for a cup of tea and a chat or some such nonsense.

“Come right in Aiden, you must be exhausted after coming all this way.”

“It was a long flight,” I agreed, heading inside. She closed the door behind me and I had to fight off the urge to run back outside, suppress the panic threatening to ruin my plan.

“The boys will be so happy to have another new playmate,” she gushed.

I could have gotten angry about her suggestion that I was there simply as a playmate, but I had to stay focussed, to get information from her, something to use against her. In my pocket I tapped my smart phone, triggering the audio recording app I’d downloaded before boarding my flight.

“Another playmate?” I asked, trying to sound surprised.

“Yes well we were joined by Timmy yesterday. He wasn’t really that much fun at first, but he’s been adjusting very nicely.”

“You mean you’ve drugged him?” I asked directly.

Her face showed a moment of surprise at my boldness, but it was only for a second. Then she chuckled and said, “Oh, that’s only one little part of the game Aiden. But I wouldn’t want to give it all away at once. Why don’t you come meet the boys.”

I wasn’t sure if that was good enough evidence. She sounded like she was joking and she didn’t say anything really specific. I needed more damn it.

We walked into the living room and I was confronted by a sight that was both exciting and disturbing. The muscular young man with the short dark hair was sitting cross-legged on the couch sipping a juice-box and watching some Nickelodeon cartoon I didn’t recognise. He was still wearing the bright yellow SpongeBob t-shirt I’d seen him in earlier, but the baggy jean shorts had been abandoned on the carpet next to the couch. Instead he wore only some simple white underoos with blue piping and adorned with cartoon prints of minions from Despicable Me.

On any other day the sight of a well-built young fellow dressed like that would have had all my attention. But this was not a normal day, and he barely got a glance from me before my focus was drawn to the other two occupants of the room. They were on the floor, playing on their hands and knees. A pair of tanned bare bottoms presented themselves to me. The young men had smooth, hairless legs extending towards us as they played, the tough dirty soles of their bare feet facing upward. For a moment I forgot why I was even there, I couldn’t look away.

“Boys, can you say hi to your new friend?” Elly asked in a cheerful tone.

The man on the couch glanced up and gazed innocently at me, still slurping on the little straw in his juice box. On the floor the two naked young men paused their playing and twisted around to face us, revealing their soft dangling penises in the process. Their faces were innocent, their eyes empty of the intelligence one would expect of such men. Eric seemed to recognise me though. He pointed and declared, “Da ‘puter man!”

The other man just gaped slack-jawed in silence. But Elly nodded and said, “That’s right Eric. You talked to him on the computer the other day. What a bright boy you are!”

I watched my old friend light up at the compliment, grinning like an idiot. He rose to a squatting position again, toying with his dangling penis with one hand and picking his nose with the other. The other naked fellow sat back on his bottom and asked, “Who dat?”

“This is Aiden,” Elly answered for me. “He’s here to play for a bit sweetie,” she explained.

He seemed to understand now. He smiled just like Eric had and declared, “Wike Timmy!”

She nodded. “Yes sweetie, like Timmy.”

I didn’t like the inference that I was here to be like Timmy, since I had no intention of lounging about in cartoon underoos or walking around barefoot in public like a silly little boy. So I shook my head. “Well actually I’m here to have a little talk with your mummy first,” I explained in my deepest, most authoritative voice.

“Well, we’ll just have to wait and see,” Elly responded.

The two naked men seemed to know what that meant and they erupted in a fit of giggles, Eric dropping back to his bottom on rolling on his back as he laughed, grabbing his toes and pulling his feet back and forth. Timmy seemed to find this funny as well. He dropped his juice box at last and stood up, facing us. “I like playing now,” he informed us with a smile. His accent was different from Eric’s but not like Elly’s either. I couldn’t place it from the short phrase.

Elly nodded and walked over to his side, stroking his arm. “I know sweetie, you’re doing a very good job being my helper and playing with the boys.”

The strapping young man seemed to lap up the praise. “They only little and I’m a big boy so I can help,” he informed me. Yes definitely not South African, maybe even American.

“Yes, you’re such a big boy,” Elly agreed, rubbing his cheek now. “But even big boys like to play little boy games sometimes.”

He nodded seriously. “Uh-huh. Sometimes playin’ little is fun.”

It was impossible not to notice the lengthening of Timmy’s penis. It stretched his underoos to the point I was afraid they might break. Elly noticed it too.

“Looks like we have a very happy boy here too,” she chuckled.

Timmy blushed and nodded. “My special undies is stretchy,” he noted.

“Yes sweetie, isn’t that lovely? All stretchy for your happy pee-pee.”

He giggled and nodded, cuddling his arms around Elly’s shoulders and resting his head next to hers as she reached out and gripped his erection through the underoos. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. She said nothing to me, nothing to the two adult toddlers who were still sitting right there on the floor watching this display. She only cooed soft words to Timmy, who’s eyes seemed to drift half-closed, glazing over as he moaned in pleasure. I was mesmerised myself, too stunned to speak or move. I just stood there and watched them until the man gasped and jerked his body in a way that told me he’s orgasmed.

“That’s a good boy,” Elly cooed to him as he breathed deeply, squeezing her tight.

After another few seconds his eyes returned to normal, though they still seemed a bit glassy to me, and he was released from the embrace. “I done a big sticky,” he admitted freely, giggling.

“I know honey, I felt it. Now why don’t you play with the boys while I talk to your new playmate.”

Timmy nodded and dropped down to his hands and knees beside the grown tots, ignoring us ‘grown-ups’ now that he’d had his release. I just kept thinking about what Elly had said earlier, that he’d arrived here just yesterday. What had happened to him to transform him so quickly? I followed Elly into the kitchen. The boys were still in view, but out of earshot. Time for some grown-up talk alright.

“Would you like something to drink? Maybe some juice?” Elly offered.

“No thanks,” I said. How stupid did she think I was? I’d seen what she was capable of already. She’d as much as admitted to drugging them and now she thinks I’ll let her just pour me a nice big glass of drugged mind altering juice so I can be cuddled up with Timmy in a nice soft pair of underoos all my own?

She shrugs, not seeming to act as if my refusal troubles her. I wonder what her game is. I feel like everything around me is a potential threat. “Why don’t you at least take your shoes off, get more comfortable,” she suggests.

I notice she’s wearing socks but the boys are barefoot, always barefoot in fact. Is there something soaked in the carpet? Something absorbed through the skin? Maybe I take off my shoes, wiggle my toes in the carpet and a few moments later I’ve got them in my mouth, reduced to a mindless toe-muncher like Eric. It scares me but thrills me at the same time. I know I’m letting my imagination run wild, but I can’t help it, I’ve read too many stories.

“No, I’m good with them on,” I reply coolly.

She frowns now. “Are you sure sweetie? All my little ones like the feeling of bare feet. It reminds them that they’re little, lets everyone know they’re just silly little children. Timmy was reluctant at first too, but now look at him,” she says, looking at the muscular man now creeping on the carpet with a toy airplane in his hand. I notice that the soles of his feet are as grubby as the other boys’.

“I’m not a little kid and I don’t plan to end up like that either,” I warn her.

“But you can’t deny it excites you,” she retorts, not missing a beat.

For the first time I’m speechless. I hadn’t expected such directness. She continues without waiting for my reply. “Seeing the boys like this arouses you doesn’t it? It makes you all hard in your undies. You know full well you want to join them, lose your shoes, lose your pants… lose all your clothes. Just get down on your hands and knees and play, pee-pee swinging bare and free, not a care in the world.”

She was good, damned good. I had to give her that. But if I was smiling, it was because she was giving me so much incriminating evidence. It would have been so much easier if I’d just recorded my first video chat with her. But then I didn’t know what I was about to see and there was no way she’d have given me a second bite at that. But I needed more, I needed her to admit she did this to them.

“So you think they’re happy like this? Reduced to babbling naked toddlers?”

“Well of course I do silly. I did them a favour, letting them finally achieve their ultimate fantasy. Others aren’t so scrupulous in their choices. I only choose those who want it. It makes it easier on the both of us.”

“Others?” I repeated.

She waved a hand dismissively. “That’s not important.”

“So how exactly do you ruin their adult minds, leave them so completely reduced to toddlers?” I asked, finally pushing for the clearly incriminating line.

She paused and I wondered if I’d been too obvious, if she would rip open my shirt and look for a wire any second.

“The process is a bit different for each of them. But what you really want to know is how I plan to make you just like them, how I’m going to make your big, intelligent, complex thoughts all go bye-byes, make all your modesty and inhibitions just float away so you can be a happy little jaybird like Eric and Benny, peeing in the yard and doing poopies in the potty while singing along to Barney. And that is a secret that I cannot reveal. There’s only one way to find out I’m afraid.”

That was nearly it. She’s described exactly what she was going to do, but there was still one little snag. “And it doesn’t matter that Eric didn’t want any of this, that you wiped his mind against his will. You think you can do the same to me even though I will fight it every step of the way?”

She laughed. She was actually laughing at the question. “It doesn’t matter what your conscious mind wants silly boy. It only matters what you need, deep down inside. I can look inside you and know just what you really desire, no matter what you may say.”

It wasn’t perfect, but it would have to be enough. I could see I wasn’t going to get a better admission of guilt that that. Now it was time to stop playing nice, time to get what I came for. I made my right hand into a fist, preparing to do what I had to. But then she stepped forward with sudden speed. I lurched back but found myself hard against the kitchen wall. She pushed uncomfortably close to me and before I knew it she’d jammed her hand into my pants and had her fingers cupped around my penis.

“My, you are a happy boy,” she declared.

I hadn’t even realised how horny I was until that moment. I actually did have a raging erection and there was instant pleasure as she touched it. She wasn’t fondling it, only feeling it was there, like a mother checking her baby boy’s nappy for wetness. But I was so focussed on that, so frozen in shame, that I didn’t realise her other hand was in my front pocket until she pulled my phone out. My eyes widened and she withdrew her hand from my crotch, moving quickly back. She was holding all my evidence now. I couldn’t allow that. I had never hit a girl in my life, but this bitch was no little girl.

“Now hold on one second Aiden,” she warned, seeing the violent intent in my eyes. “There’s one thing you have to know before you do anything else.”

I paused, wondering if this was a stalling tactic or not. “What?!” I demanded angrily.

“None of your photos are here. They’re all on a cloud already. And unless I enter an abort code every twelve hours they will automatically upload to the internet and be e-mailed to everyone on your contacts list. So you can hurt me if you want, but your reputation, your life will be ruined.”

My heart was skipping beats again. I was surely hyperventilating. My plans were ruined, absolutely fucking ruined. I was at her mercy and she knew it. My arms dropped to my side, fists unclenching. She could see the look of defeat and it made her smile again. She pocketed my phone, the only real evidence of her duplicity, the only proof she wasn’t just the doting carer for two mentally challenged young men who’d had unfortunate mental breakdowns, the proof that she was the one who broke them.

“Now I’ll make you a new deal Aiden, since you clearly aren’t too amenable to the original one.”

“What’s that?”

“You’re very excited about all this, you can’t deny it. So here’s my deal. Down the hall, first door on the right, is the boys’ bedroom. There’s a dresser against the wall. The top two drawers have outfits for bigger boys. You get changed into them, including the underoos. No more shoes, but I’ll even let you keep your socks on if you really insist. Then you come back out here and play with the boys for the rest of the afternoon. If you can keep from making a sticky squirt in your undies until sunset I’ll let you go and delete all the photos.”

I’d been suspicious about the undies since I’d first seen Timmy wearing them. I didn’t relish putting them on now, exposing my erection to whatever ‘special’ material was woven into them. But what choice did I have? I had to remind myself that I wasn’t in a story, there was no magical material that regressed people here and Elly was no mad scientist. I had to make all this effort worthwhile. I couldn’t risk regression just to keep my name clear, I had to bring her down, and that meant I needed my phone. She probably just took it to keep me from contacting anyone, she couldn’t know I’d been recording her or she would have already smashed the phone to pieces.

“Okay, I’ll do it. But if I make it, I want my phone back too,” I said.

Elly thought about this for a moment, then nodded. “Okay, that’s a deal. Now go get changed.”