Mindwiper

I had been interested in age regression pretty much as long as I could recall. Even as a kid I’d felt jealous of younger kids, wished I was allowed to play with their toys, be so silly. As an adult the feelings only grew stronger. I longed to be dressed and treated like a little boy, like a six or seven year old.

It got to the point where I was posting on message boards, looking for a suitable Daddy to make me little for him. There was some trial and error, but eventually I met Damon. He sounded like everything I was after. He understood my fantasies of being dressed in a primary school uniform, forced to read silly little kid books and eat chicken nuggets and such.

We finally decided to actually meet in real life! It was both the most frightening and exciting thing I’d ever decided to do. Of course we kept it all very quiet. I told my flat-mates I was going to a show in Wellington and wouldn’t be back for a couple days. Then I drove six hours the other direction, to where Damon lived.

When I arrived I was very glad to see he matched his profile picture. There was always that tiny worry that he’d turn out to be someone completely different, but no, he was a thirty-something man with dark hair, a good four inches taller than me and very broad shouldered. He even greeted me with a hug. Not a manly quick hug either, a big all enveloping cuddle. It felt so nice. I could smell his scent, could feel his hands on my back, holding me tight. I felt little already.

“Come on in David,” he whispered to me. “There’s no point putting it off.”

I couldn’t have agreed more. I was so horny I couldn’t help but tent my jeans. I needed it now before I developed blue balls.

“Welcome home!” he announced, showing me the house.

I chuckled, knowing it was just for the weekend. Still it was nice, him getting into role. His hand was still on my shoulders, guiding me. It felt amazing.

He showed me around, pointing out the naughty corner at one point. It did give me a thrill to hear that childish phrase used but I wasn’t planning on being in it. I was never a badly behaved kid after all and I wasn’t into spankings or discipline. I just wanted to let lose and do some colouring, play with toys, get cuddles from Daddy.

“I don’t think I’ll be spending too much time there,” I commented. “I’ve always been a good boy,” I added with another little thrill.

“We’ll see,” Damon answered vaguely.

I didn’t really like his answer but I understood he was already into the role, I just needed to start getting into mine more. Probably getting changed out of my skinny jeans and baggy t-shirt and into something wholesome and juvenile would help with that.

“So, should I, um, get changed?” I suggested, my heart just pounding.

Damon seemed to think this over, then said, “I think that would be best after we get you a bit more into character.”

“Into character?” I asked.

Damon nodded. “Well I’m a trained hypnotist after all. I assume that’s something you’d like to take advantage of.”

It definitely was. I just hadn’t expected it so soon. Still, I couldn’t really complain. I didn’t really expect it to work of course, I wasn’t really the suggestible type. But it would provide a nice excuse to let go and start really acting little.

“Yeah, sure, let’s do it,” I agreed.

Damon pointed to his couch and said, “Take a seat then.”

I did as directed, waiting as Damon pulled up a chair and sat down in front of me. He took my hands and held them out in front of me, twisting the palms to face each other.

“Okay, legs spread apart, back nice and straight. Take three nice deep breaths for me. One, good, two, that’s right, shed all your tension as you let it out, and three, big one this time, and let it all out.

“Good, now focus on your hands. I want you to imagine they have magnets in them, pulling them together. And as I count upwards the magnets grow stronger and stronger. You need to resist that, try to hold them apart, but the stronger they get, the harder it is.”

He let go of my hands and I did as instructed. Might as well give it a try, even if it was all pretty silly. I imagined magnets in my hands, imagined I had to try to hold them apart.

“That’s right, feel those magnets powering up now. One, two, three, they’re starting to pull more than you can hold back, they’re getting closer and closer.”

I imagined them getting stronger, focused on my hands as they got a bit closer together, feeling tension in my arms as I tried to hold back against the force.

“Four, five and six. Much stronger now, pulling those palms closer and closer. And now you know that when they touch, when those hands clasp together you’re going to drop into the deepest trance, the most wonderful and relaxing state of peace and tranquility. You won’t be able to help it. When the magnets touch you drop deep.”

I had even more reason to hold them apart now, but I imagined the magnets getting stronger, making it harder to keep the palms apart. They slowly moved closer and there was real strain in my arms now. It was very weird.

“Seven, eight. nine. Powerful magnets now, pulling them closer and closer, almost impossible to resist.”

My hands were getting really close now and it was actually hard to keep them apart. In a few seconds more they would actually touch and then…

Without warning Damon grabbed my hands and shoved them tightly together. It was totally unexpected, I was focused so intently on my hands. And then he grabbed them and said in a clear and commanding voice. “Deep sleep.”

An overpowering wave of exhaustion hit me, took me by total surprise. And the world just faded to black, my whole body going limp.

**

“One, two, three and wide awake, refreshed and alert.”

I opened my eyes. I felt disoriented, I felt lost. What had just happened? I could only recall snippets after the wave of sleepiness that took me when my hands touched. There had been a staircase, a soft, comfy one and I’d walked down it. Then there was an elevator, that went to a beach. But everything else was vague and unreal. And I was sure memories were missing.

But I was awake again now, I was back. And I was still sitting on that couch with Damon sitting in front of me on his chair, smiling. Yes, I was on the couch, I could feel its soft fabric on my bottom, it was quite comfy really.

Wait. My bottom! I looked down to see my fully nude body, smooth and bare before Damon. I had no memory of taking off my clothes, and yet they were gone. My penis was no longer erect, it was just dangling there between my legs, soft and small and smooth.

“Wha’ happen?” I asked. And something about my question didn’t sound right. But I wasn’t sure what.

Damon rested his hand on my knee. “You were a very good subject Davey. You went so nice and deep for me. We had a really good talk.”

I didn’t understand what he meant. Had I really been hypnotised? It didn’t seem possible, but how else had I ended up naked without remembering it? How much time had passed? I looked up at the analog clock on the wall. I looked at it long and hard, but something wasn’t right. I couldn’t read it. There were two hands, and they pointed at numbers and meant… I just didn’t know.

There was a feeling of panic rising up inside me. But there was a digital clock on the DVD player and I could see that. But… again, it just didn’t make any sense. I squinted my eyes, I could see it fine, but it didn’t mean anything.

“You don’t have numbers anymore sweetie,” Damon said gently as I squinted.

I blinked in confusion. “What?”

“We made them go bye-bye’s sweetie, so you could be Daddy’s little one. Little boys don’t need to know the time. Daddy is in charge of that anyway,” he explained.

“Da numbas id gone?” I repeated, my tongue feeling weird. I couldn’t shake the feeling I wasn’t speaking right.

Damon nodded again. “Yep, and the letters too. Daddy reads baby boy stories. But you can turn the pages Davey. I know you’ll love helping Daddy out that way.”

But this wasn’t right. Little boys could still read, could tell the time on a digital clock at least. Damon was saying I didn’t even have my alphabet. I tried to think of the song for it, the one we learned in nursery school. It was the… something song. I was drawing a blank. I knew it was meant to be there, but it just wasn’t.

I began to pout, feeling so frustrated. “Where my cwodes?” I demanded.

“I know you wanted some cute little boy outfits Davey, but Daddy decided you’d be best in the cutest little boy outfit of all, your birthday suit.”

I shook my head and clapped my hands over my penis angrily. “Dun wanna be nakey!” I insisted. It was embarrassing, it was all wrong.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay sweetie,” Damon comforted, leaning in and patting my shoulder now. “You won’t mind soon Davey, you’ll be perfectly comfy running around nakey bummed. You won’t even miss wearing clothes. Little boys your age are natural jaybirds.”

“No!” I shouted. “Not dat widdle!”

“I know, you wanted to be six. But that just wasn’t what Daddy wanted and Daddy is in charge after all.”

I gazed up at Damon with deep anger, but also confusion.

“You aren’t six sweetie,” he explained. “You’re two.”

My eyes went wide and I shook my head reflexively.

“That’s right baby, you’re a very young little toddler now. And two year olds run around nakey all the time. Two year olds can’t tell time or sing their ABCs yet. They need Daddy for absolutely everything.”

I’d had enough of this. I was out of here. I wasn’t as big as Damon but I was still a grown man, I had a big body and I was leaving. I stood up defiantly, still cupping one hand over my penis though. Damon didn’t try to stop me. And then I saw my clothes, piled on the floor. Jackpot!

I stepped over and picked up my t-shirt, and… how did I put it on? There were many holes. I fiddled with it, tried to force it on my head. It was pointless. Frustrated I grabbed the jeans. I tried to put it on my feet, but lost my balance as soon as I lifted one leg, and dropped back heavily on my bare bottom. It hurt and I felt a sudden urge to cry, overwhelming my senses.

“Oh Davey, you okay baby?” Damon cooed, dropping to my side, trying to offer comfort.

“No!” I snapped again, shoving him away roughly.

“Davey, we don’t hit,” Damon rebuked me. And a wave of shame rolled over me. I didn’t want to be naughty.

“Do you need to go to the time out corner?” he asked threateningly.

“No!” I pleaded. The idea of time out suddenly terrified me.

“Okay, then keep your hands to yourself,” Damon told me.

I nodded, eager to please him. Then suddenly remembered he was bad, he was doing naughty things too. I needed to get dressed. I needed to leave.

But the jeans were too tricky, even sitting down. I couldn’t seem to get them on. I huffed in frustration and tossed the stupid jeans away.

Damon’s hand was on my shoulder again. “I’m sorry Davey but you’re much too little to be dressing yourself now. A boy your age can usually get undressed pretty easily but only a three or four year old is mature enough to get dressed by themselves.

“But don’t worry your little head. Because little boys your age also don’t have any silly old modesty or any concept of privacy so all you’ll want to do is get undressed anyway.”

So much frustration was hitting me now. I pounded my heels on the carpet and yelled, “Dun wanna be widdle!”

“Calm down now Davey,” Damon urged, rubbing my bare back. “I’m afraid Daddy’s already made your head all nice and little. You already have the intellect and abilities of a two and half year old boy. So there’s really no point in trying to fight it. You need me now baby, you need your Daddy.”

That was the last thing I wanted to hear. I pulled away from Damon, standing up and running naked through the house, back to the front door. I pulled at the handle but it wouldn’t open. It was locked. And as I looked up at the shiny buttons and knobs I couldn’t begin to work out how to unlock the door. All I could do was look out the window at the street, and notice something was missing.

“Vwoom-vwoom gone,” I declared.

“That’s right Davey. I had to get rid of your car baby, so no one can track you here,” Damon explained. “No one knows you came here of course. You did such a great job keeping it a secret. And you brought the computer you communicated with me on too, so that’s a bonus. I used a VPN anyway, so no one was going to be able to track me here.

“Nope, it’s just you and me now Davey. You don’t know how to use a phone of course, Daddy blanked that ability from your little head. Toddlers like to play with toy phones, like to babble at them, but they certainly can’t dial and use a real one. So you won’t be calling any old friends.”

My stomach sank as he explained how completely trapped I was. No one would know where to look for me.

“But don’t worry, you won’t be locked away here for too long. Once any initial interest in your disappearance dies down Daddy will get you enrolled in a nice adult daycare for “special” people. You’ll get to play with other people at your intellectual level. Daddy will take you for walks in the park too, maybe down to the beach even.”

The idea of being at some special school for the intellectually challenged, surrounded by actual retards, scared the hell out of me. I shook my head, refusing to agree to any of this.

Damon smiled again. “I know what you’re thinking. You’ll just tell someone the truth. Or perhaps you’re thinking you can fight the hypnotic conditioning, regain your adult abilities. Well I’m afraid neither of those things will be possible in a moment sweetie.

“Right now you have the intellect of a tot, but you still have your self-awareness, your memories. And of course, I can’t let you keep those. You wouldn’t want me too,” he explained, as if talking about doing me a favour. “It would be torture to live this way. I don’t want you suffering, I really do want you to be happy. And you’re going to be. You’re going to be so very happy, totally carefree and head over heels in love with your Daddy.”

“Dun do it!” I screeched. I couldn’t forget who I was, I couldn’t forget my family, my friends, all my studies! Surely he couldn’t actually take those things away.

But Damon was stepping closer. “You won’t fight the hypnosis because you won’t even know you’ve been hypnotised. You won’t even remember this conversation ever happened.”

I turned around began to frantically push and pull at all the things that might be the lock on the door in a panic. But then Damon’s hand closed on my shoulder. I felt is breath on my neck and he said, “Wipe.”

An intense sensation of disorientation swept over me. I stopped what i was doing, my heart-rate dropping back down, the panic abating. I blinked at the door in front of me, trying to remember what I was doing here. A big hand cupped by bottom and I looked over to see Daddy’s smiling face.

“What you doing Davey?” he asked brightly. “Are you trying to go outside?”

I grinned back at Daddy. He always knew just what I wanted. I nodded and declared, “Go owd!” while slapping my hands on the door. Of course I couldn’t open it, that was something grown-ups like Daddy did.

Daddy chuckled. I like the sound of Daddy’s laugh. It makes me giggle too.

“Well we can’t have you going out all nakey you silly boy, not in the front yard,” Daddy explained.

I looked down, noticing my doodle dangling between my legs. I was all nakey. I like being nakey. I hopped up and down and my doodle got all jiggly too. How silly!

“Nakey-nakey!” I shouted, feeling so comfy, so free.

“That’s right, you’re Daddy’s beautiful little jaybird, aren’t you?” Daddy asked.

I love Daddy so much! I open my arms and he let’s me cuddle him really tight. Daddy is so warm and it feels so good and safe when he holds me. I know nothing can get to me, nothing can hurt me when Daddy is here.

“Okay buddy, you go play in the living room and I’ll get things cleaned up. No problem with nakey boys in the living room,” he told me.

Play sounded perfect. I like to play. Daddy gave my bum-bum a pat as I ran off, silly Daddy! There were toys and things to play with but I wanted to climb. I was full of energy and I wanted to explore. I climbed up the couch and tumbled off it. I rolled on the floor. Then I climbed up on the little table. It was trickier than the couch. But eventually I got up on it and squatted there, leaning over and surveying the living room and all my toys.

“Davey, don’t climb on the table, silly boy!” Daddy warned, coming into the living room.

I looked over at Daddy, feeling a little bad for being a naughty boy. “Sowwy Daddy,” I said.

“That’s okay buddy, you didn’t know any better. You’re just my little monkey climbing all over the place.”

I knew what a monkey was. I was such a clever boy. I screeched and scratched at my armpits and made Daddy laugh again. And I knew I wasn’t in trouble. I was a good boy. Daddy would take care of me forever and ever.