DR.exe

Chapter 2
DStud69

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Chapter Description: DStud69 has signed on.

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I am a fucking sex god, Darren thought to himself.

Looking at the image projected onto the screen from his webcam, Darren couldn’t help but admire his outstanding physique and raging erection. He loved showing it off to all the ladies on the internet, who in kind showed off their equally impressive racks. His girlfriend would never know, he justified to himself.

Finally downloading DR.exe after all the fuss about it, he found himself exhilarated by the power it gave. Watching helpless women take off their clothes and masturbate for him, or if he was lucky, watching two women fuck each other senseless, was just about the ultimate power fantasy he could ask for. So when a busty 23-year old woman in lacy lingerie popped up on the other side, what could he click on other than ACCEPT? And, to his delight, she followed in kind.

You are the Receiver.

Oh well, he thought. I don’t mind showing off to a bitch every now and then.

“You know what turns me on?” the D-cup dame typed into her computer.

I do, slut. You know I turn you on.

“Watching you turn into a little 13-year old boy.”

What?!

He could feel it starting immediately. Hard-earned muscles started to melt away into his flesh while bones click-clacked back into the place they were five years ago. His feet lifted off of the ground they were resting on as he grew too short to touch it. But it was the state of his penis that caused him to whine the hardest. The feeling of it deflating against the soft adipose lining of his groin, as his balls shrunk smaller and smaller and pulled up higher and higher, as his pubic hair slithered back inside, that really made him whine. Watching his impressive seven inches of manhood shrink into three and half inches of boyhood just broke his heart.

“What a cutie-pie. Enjoy!” she wrote.

“Wait!” he yelled and was horrified to hear his voice crack horribly in the process. But it was too late, as she had already signed off.

Continue?

Darren panicked. He didn’t want to stay like this, to have to take all those stupid classes all over again, to have to grow up all over again. He looked into his webcam and saw an athletic looking and boyishly handsome kid. He could probably have no problem getting a girl his own current age, but why would he want that?

Continue.

Darren hoped, pleaded, that the next person would see this good looking kid and would want to see what he would like just a little bit older. So when he saw another attractive looking young woman on the other end, he quickly clicked ACCEPT, and not long after so did she.

You are the Receiver.

“Oh my goodness, aren’t you a little young to be using this?” the woman wrote.

“No please I was a senior in high school just a minute but some crazy girl wanted me to turn into this please change me back,” he replied.

“Okay…you know what turns me on?”

Please say hot guys please say hot guys please say

“Chubby little boys.”

Chubby…what?!

His cheeks mushroomed out. His arms became soft and flabby. His tummy ballooned and rose like a soufflé. He felt his soft, round butt expand against the leather of his seat. He looked down at himself and cried hard, not just at the weight he gained, but that he couldn’t even see his penis beneath the flab of his gut.

“WHY DID YOU DO THAT!!!!” he slammed on his keyboard.

“Ohhhh, just look at you! I wish I could pinch this pudgy little cheeks of yours…both of them! ”

And then she signed off.

Now Darren was really panicking. When it asked if he wanted to continue, what other choice did he have other than accept? Adolescents aren’t known for their rationality. This time, a group of young girls in their bathing suits, maybe fourteen and fifteen years-old, appeared on the screen. He didn’t even care who it was anymore, truth be told, he just wanted someone to change him back.

You are the Receiver.

“I was an hot eighteen year old a while ago until I was turned into this please change me back to what I was I will do anything,” he quickly wrote out.

“…” was the reply on the other end, as the girls looked at each other.

“PLEASE,” he wrote back.

“…”

He was about to give up hope when he saw the girl’s mouth something, giggle, and then write out a reply.

“Jerk off.”

His eyes went wide and the girls on the other laugh erupted into a fit of laughter when they saw it. He couldn’t believe it. Any other day he would have been happy to show off his manpower, but he just wasn’t packing what he used to anymore.

“NO!” he wrote.

“DO IT,” they replied.

He looked down at himself, at his shrunken cock, gulped, and scooted his chair back so the girls could get a full view of his act. While a thirteen-year old with a three and a half inch rod was certainly nothing to be ashamed of, the girls nonetheless found the whole tableau hysterical. They watching him beat his little meat with giant grins on their faces, waiting for the inevitable conclusion. And then, right on schedule, it came. His face twitched, his eyes fluttered, and a small, dime-sized drop of fluid dribbled out of the tip of his phallus. At this point, the girls were in tears. He could hope, and only hope, that he would soon never have to see them again.

“You know what turns me on?”

Finally…

“Late bloomers.”

You sick bitches, noooo!

What little body hair he had left disappeared into his body. But just as he feared, the worst feeling was his already pathetic little dick contracting on itself until it settled in on a miserable one inch. He lifted his belly fat up and looked down at the little thing. It was like a small rubber toy. It couldn’t even be called a penis anymore. Dinky or Wee-Wee seemed more appropriate for the immature little thing. Now he was openly bawling his eyes out. I don’t deserve this! I’m a man! But he knew, deep down, somewhere, that he did. That this was exactly what he deserved.

“Hope you enjoy middle school…I’m sure you’ll be reallllll popular with all the cute girls hahaha.” And then the screen went black.

Continue?

Darren almost screamed until he thought the better of it. Still, he grabbed at his hair and started to breathe heavily, and if felt like his heart would explode soon. Reluctantly this time, he decided to continue. This time, he was surprised to see a classmate of his, another star athlete.

You are the Receiver.

“IT’S ME DARREN FROM SCHOOL PLEASE YOU HAVE TO CHANGE ME BACK TO MY OLD SELF.”

His classmate on the other end leaned in closer to the screen and put his face to his mouth when he realized that it was indeed Darren.

“You know what turns me on?”

Nothing. He didn’t even think of anything this time. Resigned to the reality of the situation, he simply curled his lower lip and pouted, hoping he would be rightfully restored to his former glory.

“If your mommy came in and spanked you.”

Oh god n-

Immediately the door to his room flew open. “Darren Michael Harris, what have you done?! You played with that awful program? That’s it, mister!”

“M-Mom, no!”

His classmate saw the whole thing. Darren’s mom grabbed him by the wrist, still very naked, and sat herself down in the computer chair. She threw him over her lap and, as if on cue, slapped his pudgy bottom raw.

“Look at you!”

Thwack!

“You were a grown man!”

Thwack!

“On your way to an Ivy league school!”

Thwack!

“Physically fit!”

Thwack!

“And now look at you! A pudgy, prepubescent little boy. You threw it all away for a night of sick thrills, well I hope you’re happy, young man. Maybe this time we’ll raise you right.”

Thwack!

His tears flowed freely and without end as he sobbed loudly and hysterically. It wasn’t just the pain coming from his rear end, though that certainly helped. It was her words. They cut deep, and hard. Just half an hour ago, he was virile and sexually charged young man, ready to take on the world and fuck his way to success. Now he was a portly little boy with an even littler thingy which wasn’t even good for playing with anymore. All the classes he would have to take again. All the showers he would have to endure after gym class. He could already hear the taunts of the more developed boys ringing in his ears. Little baby pee-pee, they would call him. Little baby pee-pee. And the dates he would be too scared to go on, and the dates he would finally have the courage to go on, how would they end? The only woman who would ever embrace him again would be his mother, whom he would run home crying to, whining that it wasn’t fair, it wasn’t fair. But he knew, deep down, somewhere, that it was.

DStud69 has signed off.

 

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