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Collected by Djian
updated jan 16 - 2010

Two hotties submit to age regression and bimboization trances.

M/ff, mc, D/s, humil, bnd, spank, modification.



Hello pussy
by My Rubber Monkey


Part One; Girls In The Alley
I promised these two young women I wouldn't use their real names
in my story, so let's call them Tickyboo and Pinkles. Those are the
names I used for them anyway while I was playing with them, and it's
the names they'll respond to sexually from now on. Tickyboo has dark
brunette hair with deep scarlet streaks, straight and long. She kinda
looked like Katie Fey. Pinkles is the curly blonde. Petite with a cute
little pug nose.

I first met these two babies one warm midsummer's night a couple
years ago. I was winding down and chilling out in the alley around the
corner from the 'K' Cafe, a club I had just played that night, singing
songs I've wrote throughout the years. I felt I'd done a good show and
really connected with the crowd. They'd made another video of me that
night that they were going to put on youtube, and I was happy about
that, because there are some up where I'm not at my best, or don't
include hypnotic phrases, but that night's 'Ghost Cat' song had all the
ducks in a row. There would be girls all over hearing it online, which
would make for easier pickings when I toured.

It was about ten thirty, I guess, and I wanted to be alone to
smoke a special mixture of 'relaxant', a little blend of herbs I'd
grown that had the astonishing effect of enhancing effect of enhancing
my sense of peaceful confidence and strength, a side-effect was that it
made me feel aggresively horny, but I didn't mind that. It really
worked well. I had another blunt meant for pretty girls. When I got
them to smoke it I easily got them to do anything else I wanted them
to. Believe me, the girls loved it. At least eventually. There was
always a bit of startled resistance, but I kinda enjoy that. It gave me
time to manipulate their concsousness until it was exactly where I
wanted it.

Two very enticing and excited females were bouncing and buzzing
toward the alley where I was leaning against a wall. I recognised them
from the sidewalk outside the club. They'd been listening to my set,
but weren't sure they had enough money to get in plus take a cab home.
Probably listening outside gave them enough subliminals to get them
started. To start feeling horny, or in their case, hornier.

In their mid to late twenties, I guessed. They walked with a
feeling of confidence in their sexuality, which of course made them
sexier. They knew and enjoyed that they were hotties, dressed the way
hotties like to dress on warm summer evenings out for a night of
drinking or whatever. I didn't bother asking them about why they were
out, it was obvious. They were out to find cocks to fuck them, whether
they knew it or not. This is nothing new, it's biology.

My biology, more precisely my horticulture, takes it from there.
I walk out of the shadows, smiling. I put them at ease quickly. They
knew me from the club, though they hadn't been there that night. The
babes were in their mid-twenties, and I had a sudden urge for some
hilariously humiliating age-regression with them. I have many kinks,
and this is just one of them. There's something about women that age,
where they exude self-confidence way over the mark to behave and talk
like terrible bitches. Taking them back to more vulnerable ages is not
only fun, but it knocks some of that 'my shit don't stink' attitude out
of them, puts more awe back into their worship of the cock.

"Wow, what a short skirt! I like it." I'm looking at Pinkles, her
buttoned down nose, the cute blond and pink stipes through her hair,
her butt wrapped tight around the black ruffled skirt.

"Spin around."

"No way."

"Aww. Come on... Don't be a pussy, pussy.", I needle. They both
laugh.

That was all the encouragement she needed. She needed to hear that
she was wanted, if only for her butt. Her laughter as she spins tries
to sound like she's mocking herself, but really she's trying to hide
how much she enjoys turning on guys in public.

"You too, Tickyboo," I didn't want to leave her out. She gave me a
funny look.

"Whadjew jist call me?" You guessed it, a high school drop out.
But the alcohol was influencing her speech as well, somewhat. Still, it
wasn't far from the way she usually talked.

"Tickyboo." I went to tickle her.

"Ahh!" She jumped and scooted over toward me. She made a point of
pressing her boobies into me and looking up with those big hazel eyes
before spinning so I could see the wonderful round babe buttocks
wrapped lovingly by ripped denim cutoffs. Oo-wee. Now they were
competing for my attention, exactly as I had planned. I don't think I
even need for them to smoke my blend. I will admit I used a couple
well-timed gertures and phrases that must here remain confidential,
just to give them a boost of libido and have it directed towards me.
One thing I did was get rid of the part of her that didn't enjoy
obeying commands, the part that felt she wanted to be true to herself.
I made that smaller and smaller in her head until it was like a voice
calling out loud from a hundred miles away. Then I turned that voice
into a whimper. She could still feel it deep deep within her, and her
own resistance turned her on.

I altered a few of their basic response systems, having them
giggle more girlishly whenever they were nervous. Since that was
sometimes true in all women, I boosted it's feeling and need to
respond. After gigling, they would feel insecure, and would need me to
respond to everything they did. Their need to seek approval from men
was increased. Soon I'd make that need in them grow expoentially.

As they continued to pass the blunt back and forth and hold their
breathes for as long as possible so that the smoke would have a maximum
effect, I took them down a few years. Just a few. I put them at an age
of boy craziness, but not quite at the age where they get hysterical
about it. The suggestabilty factor increased by the moment. And guess
who the boy they were crazy about is? I gotta have the starring role in
my own movie. They became giddy and shy all at the same time. Uncertain
about everything except their passionate joy of being near me. The joy
within them would paradoxically feel both fresh and ancient. When I go
in, I go in deep.

"Wouldn't it be cool if you two could be totally naughty for me?
That I would tell you dirty things to do, and you'd just do them, you
know, for fun?"

"Oh ma gawd YES!" Squeeked Pinkles. I thought she burst apart the
way her exumberance exploded.

"Ummmm, thas sooo seckssseee..." Drawled Tickyboo with a huge
euphoric grin on her face.

I had Pinkles serve as lookout as I took Tickyboo back to a dark
old abandoned building conveniently secluded about fifty feet down the
alley. Jeannette has quite a few buildings like that, having undergone
some difficult economic times. As we walked, I took her further into
her trance by murmuring the deepest obsessions I desired her to have,
which she had to immediately accept within her mind. The desires went
deeper deeper deepest until it was in the core of her being, in her
very soul. I used a deep voice, and in her mind it was so deep it was
frightening, deep like a volcano crater. She both feared and was in awe
of the voice, so that following its commands natually seemed
predetermined, without reason to question.

It was quiet back there, away from the street, in the shadows of
that old garage. Musty smells mixed with the smells of the abundant
plantlife, weeds mostly, growing between the concrete wherever they
could. I stood as she knelt, opened my belt buckle and snapped open my
jeans. There in the darkness I could barely make out her sexy cute face
looking up at me as she licked her lower lip. I heard her sweet high
whimper of lust, then felt her mouth, warm and wet, engulf my member.
I'm getting harder and harder, bigger and a more powerful erection,
until it's tight and packed, solid as a brass pipe and smooth as an
apple. I relax, look at the stars, and enjoy another fine blowjob.

The Big Dipper. Orion. A gazillion stars, and here I am feeling
equal to them all. Hey all you outer space beings it's me, that guy on
Earth who's got it all! "Ohhhhh, go deep again, honeybucket. Yeahssss."
I'm grateful to whatever power blessed me with these abilities, but
then again, I did it all myself, didn't I?. Alot of years of trial and
error, and a few things still working out the kinks. Getting passionate
head from a wannabe ho, making her dreams and erotic nightmares reality
while I thank my lucky stars. And they, looking down at Earth and
enjoying the show, thank me.


Part Two; At My Digs
I had them strip as soon as we got there. When I saw they both
wore cartoon panties, age regression was a done deal. Women who wear
cute little babyish underpanties are begging to be age-regressed,
practically infantized. They visualise themselves as coy and as cute as
possible, and want to be filled with wonder in a virginal sweetness
that is now part of their past, but of which they have fond memories.
Memories of sensations, new exciting, loving, warm, sensations that
come with a sense of being protected by another, stronger caring
person. Most of the time that person is older as well. I send that
imprint to them and have it focused further on me.

And they aren't just any cartoon panties, they are 'hello pussy'
panties, with the cute primitive kitten head. I did the original design
years ago, and now I'm seeing knockoffs without getting a penny. But I
don't mind much, though. I've managed to do well enough with other
ventures to mind or to go to the trouble of hiring an attorney. And
it's really a kick when I find my creation on one of my slut victims.

"Silly girls with hello pussy undies." I chide like a dirty uncle.
They both giggle. Tickyboo is absentmindedly sucking her thumb. Pinkles
nipples pointed to the ceiling. Great tits. You don't want to tell them
that though. They get swelled heads if you compliment them too much.

Right now I was getting a swelled head but not the one with my
ego. I was ready for round two of the night, but who should I fuck
first? I always like to fuck them before I fuck them up.

I'd done Tickyboo's mouth so I supposed I ought to give Pinkles
the next big thrill. I had her sit on the couch and I sat next ot her
and put my arm around her. I told Tickyboo to put on some funk beats
and start dancing to show how much she was in heat. She did just that,
swaying to the groove and bumping to the grind. I let her think she was
real hot shit, but that she had to dance to prove it. She would provide
the entertainment while I fucked her bff.

That's when I noticed Pinkle's clitty. It was espescially cute. A
little peachy bulb, wet and shiny with anticipation. Fresh clit,
electric, fleshtricity.

I get on top of her and slide my cockhead up and down her slit.
She squirms and squeels a bit as I pung it in. She's all warm, wet,
slippery and tight. She's so much fun to play with, it doesn't take me
long to cum in her. About twenty minutes, which is short for me. I can
pound away for hours, easily.

Afterwards I relax with her cuddling my chest, and thoughts of my
pumps came to my mind. I have several special clear plastic pumps that
I've developed. One concentrates on the clitty alone, pulling it out.
Another elongates nipples and areolas, and another pump is formed to
pump up each side of her vulva seperately. I like to pump the pussy
mound and lips big and round and dark pinkish and swollen, until
they're thick as hot dogs lying on the grill.

I quickly get to work on Pinkles until she's looking like a
chimpanzee in heat. It's so funny, and certainly frustrating for her,
because it greatly increases her horniness as more and more of her
erotic zone flesh is engorged with her blood. She emits high-pitched
moans that really are endearing. The sweet little thing wants to cum,
but I want her to stay on the edge.

Next I work on Pinkle's breasts. I start with her left tit areola.
The pump attaches itself with the slurping sound of suction as I turn
it on. Inside the clear pump a think layer of a tingling gel pulls at
her titeye. It's the same special gel I used on her cunt mounds. The
chemical reaction to membranes makes the swelling stay that way,
inflamed red, engorged and extremely touch sensitive for days. At least
three three, often four to five days. One girl stayed that way for a
week. It's a constant reminder for them during that time, as they shop,
run errends, sit watching television, talk to their boyfriends or
husbands, go to church, whatever.

She stopped moaning just long enough to realize I might be making
serious changes to her.

She says, "umm, please. can i ask what you're doin'?" I have taken
her down to an all lower case status.

"No. You cannot ask." I'm buzy working on mutilating her tits. I
don't have time to carry on a conversation with the dimbulb. "In fact,
let's not have you talk at all from this point on. Your mind is like a
baby before it learned words, you just make goo-goo sounds and moan and
groan softly. You understand that?"

"ummm, ahhh. gooey goo goo."

Next the left nipple within the areola. Within the areola's
suction cup, a seperate smaller suction device is lowered to the
nipple, which is already somewhat hardened. A tinyer high sip of a
suck, and we see the nipple pumped up into a long thin tube. I'll bet
alot of women would like a suction machine like this. It will give them
bigger nipples, which sometimes is just as hot as big tits.

"ma. maaaaa, uhmmmm. uhhmm."

I repeat the process with the right titeye, then adjust the
suction, turning it up then making it even on each side. Then vibrating
it. Another patent pending. Her eyes get wide. Actually, wider. Then
she blinked and went hazy for a moment, then super wide again. Her head
had started a roller coaster ride.

Now on to Tickyboo. I'll tell you what I did to her after I fucked
her real good. I have a very special dildo that I call 'my rubber
monkey'. Shaped like a cute skinny chimpanze, it in many ways looks
like a child's toy. Very black, made of the smoothest hardest glass,
with a dickknob head, it had a special feature you rarely find in
dildos. It had a tube through the middle, so you could shoot any kind
of liquid you choose right into her womb. And Tickyboo's womb wanted
liquid, even as her pussy exuded it. Her pussy had a nice fresh
stinkyness of estrogen to it as I shot several creamy gogs of sugary
frosting into the gooing girl's gash. There's no need to get into harsh
chemicals, was there? She had after all, been a good girl.

I have a new model of another suction pump machine. This one is not
only state-of-the-art, it also does some things that only a few years
ago would have been considered impossible, like science fiction. Like
elongating what it suctions up to twenty times larger, and leaving them
like that for up to a month. I know this is going to sound
unbelievable, but I was able to elongate Tickyboo and Pinkles clitorii
to a little over four inches long, and shape them like penii. This is
often one of my kicks, or kinks you might say. My libido sparks when I
think of pretty young females forced to have dicks, espescially very
sensitive thin doggy-like dicks, with all the very strongest, sexiest
sensations the clitoris feels when the female is in heat, only about
twenty times stronger. Because at four inches it's at least twenty
times bigger. They usually beg like crazy for sex at this stage, and
they want to touch everybody and even everything around them for
stimulation, so of course I needed to restrain them. But I've thought
of an interesting way to do it. I twould tie their long clits together
after tying their hands behind their backs. Then I'd take a lot of
pictures. There appears to be a market for this kind of weirdness
online.

I always have plenty of rope around. I love it best for bondage.
In my mind tying using rope is a primal craft. When tying a female, one
must concentrate on several things at once; that she might suddenly
come to her senses and start to run, that the knot is not so tight that
it stops blood circulation, but at the same time is tight enough to
prevent much movement on the part of the prisoner, and that its okay to
let your libido guide your artistry. If I can't get good sex out of all
these fantastic abilities I've developed and discovered, what's the use
of having them? So with these three things in mind, I had to balance
them.

I do everything to music, at least when possible, so I put on some
sassy smooth pop, a Canadian band called We Were Lovers that opened for
me once was perfect for doing girl bondage. I tied each of their hands
behind their backs. A simple start. I talk low and impart reminders of
how they are feeling soooo subvervient, and how little girls love to
obey their daddys and know that he is always doing good things to her.

"Good things are the best things in your life, Princess Tickyboo,
and ballerina Pinkles." I murmur as I finish the wrist bondage quite
thoroughly, then turn them to face one another.

"And the absolute best things, the only best things in your life
and your mind, come from pleasing Master Daddy." Their eyes lit up a
bit as if they'd just discovered something astonishing. They're so
fucking cute. I was curious how those girl-cocks would taste, plus I
needed them to be really firm, so I got down and sucked girl each to
super-hardness. FYI, no homo. I only give blowjobs to girls.

I tied their cocklits together under the flushed peachy knobs,
using very soft thin white cord, string really. 'Cocklits' is a really
good word for these, don't you think? I used the term and tried to
describe it to my friends who haven't seen it. I left enough slack for
friction, of which there was about to be a great supply of.

"Tiptoes, girls."

They both raised up their heels, and for the first time felt the
erotic sensation caused by their cocklits rubbing.

"Ahh!" Their eyes wide looking at each other, their mouths agape,
their pretty round candy-colored lipsticked lips softly searching for
air.

I think young women needs to know how it feels to be a horny man
who can't find release. This way when they go back to normal size clits
they will be sympathetic to what the frustration boys go through and
will be more likely to give every boy who asks for it lots of sex.
They'll never say no, in fact they'll encourage boys to ask or to
initiate sex. They would be sluts, yet in their minds they would think
they were Florence Nightingales, serving like specialty sex nurses as
often as they possibly could.

I slutted their minds up more for the future. I gave them both a
strong urge to get their tongues pierced, three studs each. That would
make talking difficult for them, but they were never going to say
anything important anyway. People would be less likely to listen to
slurring bimbos, and they needed to suck more cock and talk less. Those
studs were going to see alot of traffic and caress alot of men's
throbbing meatglans, no doubt about it. I laughed to myself thinking
about it, and they both laughed along, like little idiots, though they
hadn't a clue what was so funny.

To further amuse myself, I gave Tickyboo future mental imprints as
I spanked and slapped her around. She was going to be obsessed with sex
much more than she ever had been. She would come to like it, really.
But it would seem such an irritating embarrassment to her at first. I
told her that every time she met a new man, she would immediately think
of having sex with him, and then she would smile and lift her skirt and
show him her cute little hello pussy pantys. She'd never be anyone's
actual girlfriend, because no straight guy would put up with her
constant flirting with everything that moved and had a cock. Her
reputation will often be one step ahead of her. And that was a good
thing for horny guys, in all their shapes and sizes. She wasn't going
to be picky, our Ticky. No pickyboo, Tickyboo. Her mind would demand
she fulfill a quota of at least one new man a day, which wouldn't
always be easy for her to find. She would take a sperm injection into
one of her three holes daily. In her mouth of course she had to
swallow. In her pussy and ass, she was not allowed to wash or douche or
in any way clean herself for at least twentyfour hours. This would mean
some guys would be getting really ripe sloppy seconds. It might smell a
bit nasty, but she would still do her best to make it worth their
while.

I gave our Pinkles some special imprints as well. Pinkles would
always wear pink, naturally. And she will have a great desire to be an
actress, which she will become, sort of. On every application for an
acting job she would fill out, she would write 'I'm willing to do nude
and sexual scenes. In fact, I enjoy them." People in the arts talk and
gossip as much as any other profession, perhaps more, so word of what
she was willing to do spread quickly, as did her legs as casting
directors and film crews took her on her word. The porn world would
quickly find her as well, but some irriputable porn 'directors' would
get her in rough scenarios, usually involving rape. She'd get tossed
out later, given a small amount of money after having her sign a waver
of her rights. Alot of cruel jokes would start about her. Some of them
quite funny, really. And she would always enjoy it all, every step of
the way, as sexually as possible. Cumming multiple times, often against
what was left of her 'will'.

Tickyboo and Pinkles would both now want and need to continue to
be programmed further, so I imprinted three web addresses into their
minds, three youtubes that contained subliminal reinforcements. They
were my animal songs; Ghost Cat -
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F5zOVR7fzGE , Barko The Clown Dog -
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pA4X7QDuvAk&watch_response , and of
course, My Rubber Monkey -
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9WAY9SwXvjQ&feature=channel. They would
play them over and over, conscously telling themselves that the songs
were funny or 'cute', but on a deep level they rarely conscously
accessed, the viewings made them more docile and accepting of an inner
need to be enslaved by the singer.

I gave each of them a souvenier pair of hello pussy pantys, the
ones with the cute babyish kitten head. Perfect for the age-regressed
woman. They would shop for more of the enslaving emblem on their own.
Bright yellow camisoles, stockings, skirts and cupbras so that the
outlines of their longer harder nipples could always be seen.

Epilogue; Bootybutt Is Back.
The next night I dropped them off on Clay Avenue, near the club.
I'd had enough and was exhausted and needed some sleep. A pretty head
popped in the passenger side window.

"Hi!" It was Lena, also known as Bootybutt, smiling brightly and
batting heavily mascared eyes. It had been a couple weeks so her
swellings had gone down, but it was nice that she still thought of me.
"Whatcha doin'?"

"Oh, same old, same old. Why, what do you have in mind?"

She practically ran around the car so she could lean in close and
frantically whispered, "I want you to do me again!"

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