Seeing Other People

Chapter 3
Control

Chapter Description: Shawn has one chance of fixing the situation, but in order to control the situation, he needs to have enough control over himself.

Shawn could not sleep. It was not only because of fear and helplessness. He also could not calm himself down. His new adolescent body was highly aroused. The more he thought about all the things that happened during the day, the more aroused he got. He was afraid to move for the fear of waking Sharon up. He could still feel the stinging pain from the spanking he received earlier. However, it did not get rid of his arousal. He just had to do something about it. Soon he realized that although the thoughts were strong enough to get him aroused, they were not strong enough to finish the job. If he could only get to his magazines without waking Sharon up, then he might be able to fix the problem for now.

There was something that Sharon probably had not found out yet. He was quite sure about it because he did not think about it while they were having sex. He only fantasized about the girl at the store and the women at the beach. He did not think about what he had done while Sharon was making dinner, so Sharon could not possibly have known about it. That would mean that the pictures that he secretly took of the women at the beach and the store, while he went out of the house with an excuse to get pills, were still in his jacket’s pocket.

Shawn quietly got off the couch and tip-toed his way towards the closet near the front door. He opened the closet door as quietly as possible and then groped around in the dark for this jacket. After a few minutes he managed to find the right jacket. He carefully pulled out the stack of pictures from inside the jacket’s pocket. Next, he bent down and reached behind the clothes. His hand touched a pile of magazines and he pulled out the first one. With the pictures in one hand and the magazine in the other, he slowly made his way towards the bathroom.

He sneaked into the bathroom and switched on the lights. The light did not reach the bedroom, and so he was not worried about Sharon waking up. He laid the magazine in front of him on the counter beside the sink and put the pictures next to it. The magazine had a picture of his favorite actress, Kirsten Dunst, on it. He stared at it for a while as his penis reacted to his thoughts. After that, he flipped to the page with more pictures of her. As he flipped through those pages, his right hand slowly let his loose pajamas drop down to the floor and found its way to his penis. After finding the page that was most effective, he looked through the pictures he took today. He took out a blurry shot of the Indian girl’s back and a shot of the black woman’s cleavage glistening in the sun. He put them on either side of the picture of Kirsten Dunst. His other hand was working faster now. He used some soap and water from the sink to help with the task. The speed kept increasing. He felt he was not in control of himself anymore. Nothing else seemed to matter except for his body’s needs.

Shawn could feel his arousal almost reaching a climax. It was getting expressed through his voice. He could not control the moans. Suddenly, he felt his erection going down. He increased the movement of his hand to keep it up, but it did not seem to work. His arms started getting tired. He shifted around and took his feet out of the pajamas that were lying on the floor. He put his left hand on the pictures and closed his eyes to imagine touching the girls. It still did not seem to be working although his arousal was very strong inside. Now the feeling on his penis was becoming just a tingling sensation with high arousal pushing to come out from inside his body like a trapped animal in a cage.

Getting frustrated he kept muttering, “C’mon c’mon. What’s wrong?” His voice sounded a little higher than it was earlier. He looked at his reflection. He was still a kid of around 13, but he looked slightly smaller. After a few seconds his vision cleared up a bit as he looked back and forth between his reflection and the pictures all the while making his hand work as fast as it was capable of. He seemed to be shrinking again. He did not know what was causing it. Sharon was not up. The thought of stopping and panicking crossed his mind, but all he wanted at that moment was to have an orgasm. He felt that if somehow he managed to have one orgasm he would feel like a man again.

He watched his reflection shrink further down below age 10. The shirt was too loose now to stay on top of him. He had to hold it with his left hand. The roughness at his crotch was gone as his pubic hair disappeared completely. The shirt seemed like too big of an inconvenience and he let it drop to the floor at his small feet. His features got rounder and began to fill with baby fat. He desperately took both his hands and started working on his shrinking penis alternately as fast as possible, feeling as if it would get longer if he kept pulling it. His frustration was increasing. He was trying to grunt, but only ended up whining. “Why isn’t it working?”

His chest was at the same level as the sink now. It only lasted a few seconds and he could barely peek above the counter to look at his reflection of a round innocent six-year-old face who looked as if he was about to cry out of frustration. His penis felt tiny in his hands. He whined out loud, “Please just let me have one orgaahasam.”

Part of his mind knew that he had to stop, but he could not control it. He wanted to have an orgasm and there was no strength in him to control that urge or to satisfy it. His head was now below the level of the counter at five years of age. He looked down at his little figure and stomped on his pile of clothes with frustration. “I wanna be big again.”

At age four he was becoming too weak to keep up the back and forth motion of his hands. They slowed down a lot, which got him more frustrated. He was panicking now and was looking around for someone to help him. He was still afraid to call out to Sharon. Instead he tried his best and rubbed his whole crotch with both hands together. His arousal was sending tingling sensations all over his body. He kept shivering and jumping up and down because of them.

At age three his arms were too weak to rub his crotch. He was beginning to grab his crotch and holding it tight, hoping that it would do the job. Occasionally, his hands would slip off and he would find it increasingly difficult to bring them back to his crotch again since he was losing control over them. All the while he whined, “Imma big boy. I want big boy fun.”

As he regressed further, he felt his knees becoming weak. He threw his arms around in frustration. “Why? Pwease no! I dun wanna be baby.” Then he fell back on his butt onto the pile of his clothes. With his legs spread apart he tried in vain to control his arms to touch his crotch. They were completely out of control now and so were his other muscles. “No babyeeee gaaaaaa.” was the last thing he said before he lost control over his mouth and tongue. A lot of drool came out with the baby gurlgles from his toothless mouth and it got his tiny chest wet. His arms looked like they were trying to hit something infront of him now and as they were waving about in the air. He could feel the tingling sensation all over his body. The unsatisfied urge is in every nerve of his body and slowly disappearing due to the lack of stimulation. Shawn tried to feel something, anything at his crotch. Then he did feel something. He turned his chubby face towards the floor to see liquid squeezing out of his tiny penis. For a second he got happy until he realized that it was because he had lost control over his bladder. He tried his best to hold on to the last bit of adulthood he had left in his body, but like everything else tonight he had no control over it. It flowed out continuously until his bladder was empty and his clothes were soaked. He just curled his lips and let out all his frustration, “Waaah waaah!” The crying went on incessantly. He did not even try to control it anymore.

In a few minutes, Sharon walked into the bathroom. Shawn’s cries stopped for a second as he saw her gigantic figure at the door and then started again. Sharon looked down at him and said, “Well well, I guess baby did not pass his test after all. You have become what you really are inside. I knew you would be falling for this, but I still had some hopes for you. Now I see that my suspicions were right to begin with. You were just a little baby all along.”

Shawn cried out “Naaaaa” and thrashed his arms about.

“Aww don’t be upset. Now you can be what you really are inside. You will love being a little baby. Now women can hold you close to their breasts without worrying about anything and you will be able to touch them. Isn’t that what you always wanted?”

Shawn just cried.

“Ooooh let’s see what the naughty baby was upto exactly.”

“Naaamphaaa glaaaa. Waaaah!” were Shawn’s only protests.

Sharon continued. “Oh Kirsten Dunst huh? And when did you take these pictures? During your trip to the drug store or were you following them for several days?”

“Naaaa. Aaaa.”

“Aww you look so cute.” Shawn saw her bend down. Her huge hands touched his sides under his arms and he came off the floor as if he did not weigh at all. His arms were hitting her hands but her hands felt strong and hard compared to his arms. He could only watch helplessly as his legs dangled under him with drops of urine running down his legs and dripping onto his already wet clothes on the floor. “You are also a wet little thing.”

“Waaah!” Shawn felt completely exposed.

“Hush baby.” Shawn felt himself being lowered onto the counter infront of the sink. He felt the cold counter touch his butt. “Look at yourself now. Aren’t you the most adorable baby?” Shawn looked at himself in the mirror. He was now just a chubby infant with no control over his body. Even as he sat infront of the mirror, he saw his reflection move his arms about randomly. He just let out the only protest he could do now. He cried harder.

Sharon picked up the pictures and the magazine and threw them onto the floor along with Shawn’s wet clothes. Then she placed Shawn in the sink. Shawn struggled more as the cold sink touched more of his body. Then Sharon started the water. Shawn let out a baby’s wail as cold water fell on his legs and hips. The tingling sensation disappeared rapidly from his lower body. Sharon giggled and pulled out the hand-held shower attached to the sink and sprayed Shawn on his tiny upper body.

“Aaab ffffth” Shawn’s scream was interrupted as water got into his mouth. He swallowed some and the rest joined his drool rolling out of his mouth. The tingling sensation was completely gone now. Shawn resumed screaming, but was interrupted again by another spray from his very amused wife.

“I bet you get the hint by now little baby. You’re not that stupid.”

Shawn tried his best to not let out any more loud screams, but could not stop the occasional squeals caused by the cold water. After a few minutes of torture, Sharon finally said, “There, now baby is all cleaned up.”

She wrapped a towel around Shawn and dried him off. Shawn saw his towel-wrapped tiny figure one more time before being carried away from the bathroom.

“Bedtime little baby. You can sleep with me tonight after all, but the old rule still holds. Not a single peep out of you or you’ll be in a much worse situation than this.”

Shawn listened this time.