Chapter 1

"Doc? Where are you doc?" Randy shouted, stepping gingerly around the clutter formed from various instruments in what passed as a modern, albeit unkempt laboratory. The man peeked amongst the machines, expecting the professor's white tuft of hair to give him away any time now. "C'mon Doc, quit playing around," he shouted, kicking several plastic containers with dubious contents out of the way.

Putting his knapsack down on one of the tables, something glowing caught his attention. Like a moth drawn to a flame, Randy waded his way through the debris and found himself in a relatively clean part of the room. Tools and glass vials were scattered around, looking as if the owner had simply thrown them down to get a cup of coffee and come right back to finish off.

The Doc - as all his friends called him - was actually a well-organized man. The ironic thing was that his last name was Jekyll and that sparked off quite a bit of joking around when he had been a junior scientist in training at a military facility that was experimenting with biological warfare. Organized as he was though, when one of his crazy schemes struck him (too often, they would say) he would invariably transform himself into a frenzy of activity. Randy wouldn't be surprised if the trail left in his wake resembled that of a minor typhoon.

Grinning to himself as he thought of the Doc's quirks, he approached the source of light and came upon an impossibly small test tube glowing with a warm yellow light. Next to it was the colder glare of a computer screen to match the tube's radiance. Curiously, Randy clicked on the mouse and played the video which was set on pause. The familiar face of the Doc appeared on the screen.

What was NOT familiar, however, was that the man was completely naked. Randy, shocked though he was, had to grudgingly admire his physique. Contrary to popular belief that all scientists had more brain than brawn, the Doc was incredibly well-built even in his middle age. Unfortunately, all this achieved was a striking image of Einstein's face superimposed on an Arnold body, with hilarious consequences.

Randy wasn't laughing now though. He forced himself to watch as the video started playing. The Doc started to speak. "Randy, I know it's going to be you that will find this video. Who else would know of this secret place in the basement? At least I hope it's you....,� he paused as if contemplating this fact for the first time obviously rather annoyed he hadn't thought of fool-proofing the lab against would be intruders. "In any case," he continued in hushed tones "I trust you can see the glowing tube with the bright liquid on the table? Do NOT drink it yet, however tempting it might be," he cautioned in the video as he held the same identical looking tube in his hand.

"As you well know old friend, I have been working on some......" he paused again looking for the right word, "'experiments' that have left my social life on the back seat." Randy suppressed another smile; the Doc's 'social life' as he put it being fellow bookworms and some disgruntled old grannies at the local laundromat. Come to think of it, he'd never seen the Doc with a woman before. He made a mental note to himself to introduce his sister's friends to him before the week was through. IF he could find the Doc that is.

His attention snapped back to the computer screen as the naked professor spoke again, having now seated himself and holding the glowing tube to a small cage set on the table. "Don't be alarmed Randy, but you know how they put it......oh yes....Eureka Randy! Eureka!� the Doc laughed. "For I have finally managed to find what everyone has been looking for. Those bastards in the Pentagon will never believe this! You see, human eyes see objects when light hits them and is reflected or bounced back to the corneas, then sending impulses through to the brain," the excited man began excitedly.

"We also know that the eyes have what we refer to in laymen's terms as a 'blind spot' correct? An area in the retina where the optic nerve connects the eye to the brain, and light cannot be registered in this particular spot....." he smiled now as if making a point. Randy blinked, trying to absorb this information. Wishing he hadn't been sleeping in the Doc's classes, he tried to recall some of what the professor always got excited about. Could it be? Had he finally managed to break the mystery? His thoughts were interrupted as the Doc boldly exclaimed.

"Behold, I have found the perfect chemical solution that causes the skin and hair of the subject to refract the light that bounces off it at such an angle as to hit the blind spot of the eyes. In short dear boy, I've found the secret of Invisibility!" the Doc's voice rose to a crescendo dramatically as he paused a bit for effect. Then, realizing he was alone and that his fine performance was wasted (maybe an Oscar anyone?), he blinked and promptly poured the contents of the tube onto the rat located inside the cage. There was a pained squeak as the rat convulsed for a few seconds before promptly vanishing from sight. Randy licked his lips, barely able to conceal his excitement as the Doc held a carrot stick to the metal cage, grinning in glee as it disappeared chunk by chunk into thin air as something nibbled on it.

"Remarkable isn't it, my boy?" he breathed to the camera as he got up and stood again, posing as if he was about to receive the Nobel Prize. "Unfortunately, it hasn't been tested on human subjects and I don't know what, if there are any, side effects to this concoction at the present time. Besides, no one I know of would test this thing. And so let me," he gestured to himself, "the great Doc be the first guinea pig to test the waters, so to speak. One small step for me, a giant leap for all of mankind," he spoke dramatically again, scowling at the lack of applause.

Holding the tube to his mouth, muttering, "Here goes nothing," he emptied the contents in one gulp. Coughing, he grasped his throat as if something burned it. Then he choked loudly before falling to the ground, writhing. Astonished and alarmed, Randy was riveted to the screen as slowly, bit by bit, the Doc disappeared from view, the only proof he was ever there were the objects he'd thrown about in his thrashings. Then the camera toppled to the floor as the screen plunged into darkness. Panting, as if he was the one that had drunk the concoction, Randy noticed now the camera thrown to one side of the laboratory. Remembering the pain on the Doc's face, he almost fled from the site. Still, what would it be like to be invisible? His hands toyed with the tube of glowing liquid, as it was slowly raised to his lips............

Chapter 2

The dew was wet on the grass from the chill night, glistening softly just before dawn broke over the hills of the suburban neighborhood. The sun reflected the moist, well-kept lawns as it sparkled as if a million diamonds nested there. The only interruption to this surreal beauty was when large patched appeared on the wet grass as heavy footprints pressed onto the grass, squelching wetly as someone or something made its way through the quiet town.

Dogs howled and yapped at nothing; cats hissed and ran away as the footprints veered off the lawn onto the paved streets, softly padding to the edge of the neighborhood to the more affluent houses. Sleepy hands drew back curtains, yelling at their dogs to keep quiet as they scratched their heads and rubbed tired eyes. "Must be the wind"? they thought as they snuggled back into their warm beds.

Chapter 3

Little Ricky Chen was sleeping in his new crib. The boy was lost in his innocent dreams as the small room was bathed in a warm yellow light emanating from a small nightlight next to the tiny cot. The young boy was afraid of the dark, so mommy often had to check in on the child. As it turned out, that happened far too often and she'd have to go back and forth in exasperation. Finally, she resorted to a night light that seemed to calm the small child down since threats of only babies being scared of the dark was no longer working. He was afraid there would be ghosts, the precious darling.

Mary Chen smiled as she closed the door to the 3-year-old boy's room, going downstairs to prepare breakfast for the family. The image of her baby sweet bundle sucking contentedly on his thumbs filled her wit joy as she padded down on slippered feet. They'd been childless for a very long time, ever since they'd married in Hong Kong before her husband was transferred to the States for a promotion. Life had been good, for awhile. Then the doctors had pronounced her unable to be with child.

Devastated, the had resorted to all and any home remedies and old tales ever heard of, but to no avail. Finally, after years and years of trying, she'd woken up one day feeling nauseated. Michael Chen had been worried and rushed her to the hospital. Nine months later, he returned from that same hospital, a tiny bundle of joy wrapped warmly in his arms. Their miracle child.

Feeling warm all over as she remembered the pride on her husband's face, she turned to light the stove up. Funny, she definitely remembered closing the kitchen window last night. Shivering slightly she closed the open panes stilling the cool morning breeze wafting in from outside. Gathering her robes together, she suddenly noticed with a startle the wet footprints on the kitchen tiles.

It was........it was leading upstairs to their bedrooms! Panicking now, she grabbed one of the kitchen knives and inched slowly towards and up the staircase. Her heart was pounding furiously, drumming in her ears such that her hands trembled even as she followed the marks on the carpet. Then suddenly, there was a loud cry coming from Ricky's room. Abandoning all caution now, she ran towards the shrill cry.

She dropped the knife in utter horror. Her husband lay unconscious in a crumpled heap on the ground, having been knocked down by his own baseball bat. But that was not why Mary screamed. The little crib was empty, her baby son, her precious darling hovered in mid air crying in muffled tones. The last thing that filled her mind right before the bat swung itself at her was - ghosts.

Chapter 4

Randy felt a surge of exhilaration. The Chinese woman had crumpled to the ground from the blow like a frail puppet. She never even had a chance. He had no idea what he was doing with the little toddler in his arms. The boy had cried out loud when he saw his mommy fall down. The baby's screams were penetrating, so he'd gagged the small child with a diaper he'd found in one of the cupboards.

Why was he taking this boy? He didn't wait to ponder it out as he dashed out of the house, running with the gagged toddler pressed close to him. The child squirmed wildly in his grasp as he literally flew down the street and into his waiting car. Throwing the small body into the back seat, he started the engine with trembling fingers. Many people later reported a car driving itself away from the town, with no one at the driver's seat. So astonished were they that nobody had even thought to see the number.

Chapter 5

The apartment was dark, papers from myriad exams spread about almost in replica of Doc's laboratory. Randy clutched his face with his hands, trying to sort out the mess he'd landed himself in. One minute, he'd been in Doc's place, drinking the potion. The next, he'd been driving at 100 miles per hour with a little boy in his backseat wailing pitifully through his gag.

Now the child lay silent, having cried himself to sleep after Randy had force-fed him some milk mixed with a fair amount of vodka. Randy looked into his hands, and saw right through it to the floor. What was going on? When he looked at the baby, he'd felt this obscene lust in his body, something he couldn't comprehend, could not accept.

He'd been shocked to find himself with a raging hard on when he was feeding the boy, thoughts of naked hairless baby-flesh, of tiny soft innocent boy cock-lets nestled warmly among undeveloped tight scrotums, of tight juice pink anuses. He'd seen the boy sucking on the teat of the bottle, wondering how those cherry red lips would feel wrapped around his engorged cock. He'd cursed then, slamming the door of the bedroom shut as the boy drifted off to sleep. Fuming, he'd plunged himself into a cold shower to soothe the insane lust coursing through him.

It had subsided then for awhile. Now, the feelings were coming back tenfold to haunt him, the mere thought of that innocent 3-year-old body lying unconscious in the next room sending sparks of fire that slowly added to his building lust. He's just a baby! A mere child, barely out of diapers, and a BOY at that! How could he have sex with him? Groaning in frustration, Randy tore at his hair, hoping the pain would distract him.

It didn't work. Soon, lust and passion proved the stronger master, its fires melting away, the cold logic preventing him from ravaging the child. After all, it wouldn't hurt to take a peek right? The child WAS asleep and would never find out anyway. Randy was almost frothing at the mouth now as he stumbled to his bedroom, his painfully erect cock leading the way trailing copious amounts of precum on the floor.

There it was, the object of his obscene desires, those dark desires that was unleashed after taking that accursed potion. Sleeping, breathing peacefully on the bed, little Ricky Chen had thrown the covers off in the warm heated room and was now lying on his side. Randy licked his lips, feasting his eyes on that tiny round face, the dimpled cheeks flushed pink from the warmth. The bed creaked as he got onto it, his invisible body sinking into it as he knelt in front of the boy.

Slowly, he moved the child into a spread-eagled position, marveling at how small the tiny Oriental boy was, even for his young age. Ricky didn't even stir, still intoxicated, breathing deeply as Randy positioned himself on top of the tiny form, inspecting it in minute detail. The baby toddler had silky, glossy black hair, Randy noticed as he inhaled the heady aroma of baby shampoo. The man groaned as he started to stroke his massive 9-inch meat, dripping precum onto the pre-schooler's teddy bear.

Breathing heavily, he kissed the small forehead, brushing a stray lock of hair away lovingly as he inspected the droopy eyelids. Licking them slowly, he covered them with his saliva before sucking on the cute little button nose wetly as if it was a small cock. The little boy gasped for air, opening those luscious cherry red lips to reveal pearly white teeth and a tiny pink tongue. Unable to control himself, Randy frenched the boy deeply, tasting the boy's milk tinged saliva, sucking wetly on the infant tongue and licking examining each baby tooth.

Their oral juices mingled as he made love to the toddler's innocent mouth, drinking in the 3-year-old's sweetness. Reluctantly, he let go and smacked his lips, loving the taste of the tiny child. Licking the boy's cute face, he soon covered it in saliva before moving down lightly kissing the neck and nuzzling it before he found that the shirt covered the rest of the tiny torso. Without warning, he roughly ripped the top of the pajamas open gasping in insane lust at the plump chest topped with two pink nipples which he sucked raw, moving down further to probe the innie bellybutton with his tongue.

The bulging little tummy curved down and the beginning of the boy's lovely crotch was hidden by the final obstacle, the last shred of modesty the toddler possessed before being exposed to the perverted eyes of his soon-to-be rapist. Grunting, smiling lewdly in satisfaction, Randy took the hems of little Ricky Chen's pajama pants and ripped it off cruelly, tugging the soft material off those lovely baby feet leaving the child naked and completely defenseless.

MORE? To be continued.....