(Session One)

Dr. Maddix didn't prize his new patient Kyle as he did his beloved Justin, but he had to admit the boy had a certain unrefined boyish charm about him. Heavy freckles on a rounded face, bright green eyes poking out under a thick mop of unkempt jet black hair. A smart-alecky tone of voice from a mouth that wouldn't quit asking so many pesky questions. And most of all, a mean streak of defiance that would soon be dealt with using the mad scientist/pediatrician's tried and true method of forced photo-lobotomy by hypno screen. For first visits, Dr. Maddix insisted on bringing the mothers in during the check-ups and get them on the program almost immediately. Kyle's was a trashy little tartlet, still in her twenties and wearing a most untraditonal outfit of a tie-dyed cut-off belly shirt and hole-riddled acid-washed jeans. A product of her times to be sure. Kyle was nothing to her but a nuisance, a fleshy little boy anchor stopping her from the excitement of 72-hour raves and getting stuck in k-holes with some hot dude with a tongue ring. A free spirit. Or a neglectful mother in need of the doc's attentions…

"See doc, I used to take Kyle-wan Kenobi to the vet for a check-up, all under the table of course. But he was too much of a pill to deal with, and his cat drugs were giving me the shits, so I saw your ad in the Penny-Saver and that was that. You said the first check-up's free right?"

Dr. Maddix glowered in her general direction, cold steely eyes enraged at the insane babble spewing forth from the uneducated bitch's lips like the mean shits one gets from taking too many cat drugs. Her body was supple and tempting, with nice pendulous breasts and a nice cushiony rump that would be fine for other men. But Dr. Maddix was so much more than other men. The slutty cunt was just a means to an end to get that silly boy Kyle submissive and cock-hungry. And there was simply no time to lose.

Kyle frowned as Doctor Maddix pried the shirt over his head, struggling against the man's forceful tugs as he expertly stripped the baggy Motley Crue band shirt off his slight boyish frame. 

"Don't take my shirt off ya big perv! This whole checkup scam is bullshit too! You're just like that drunk dude at the pool who wants to see my little boy balls!"

Dr. Maddix was taken aback by the unruly child's slanderous accusations, but knew that the mother paid as much mind to her flesh and blood as the People magazine expose of the OJ simpson trial her face was currently buried in. So the kid's street smart view of the doc's operation fell on deaf ears.

"Ignore him when he gets like that doc," Kyle's mom (or Katrina as she was known in the clubs) said. "I usually give him a couple 'ludes when he gets worked up like that. Keeps him under through morning and most of the afternoon too."

Dr. Maddix took a good look at Kyle-wan Kenobi in all his boyish majesty, which for boy obsessives is a diamond in the rough to be sure. His gut had a bit of a protruding pudge to it, and there were the beginning stages of boy boobies which made his nipples a little larger than usual. But his old tattered cut-off jeans showed off pretty clearly that the baby fat he was carrying around had made his lil boy buns a nice rounded shape that just ached to be grabbed. And in due time, the boy would practically be begging for a nice firm ass squeeze. But that was a dozen steps ahead of Dr. Maddix's current plan. The doctor first took care of the boy and made sure he was healthy, his one concession to the hypocratic oath he violates on a near-constant basis. His ears, nose, and throat got a thorough inspection, and well as the healthy drumming of his sweet lil heart. A tap of the knees, checking his pupil dilation, and various other busy work to make the willful boy more accepting to what came next.

"All right Miss…Katrina was it? Kyle checks out fine so far for a healthy 9-year-old, but I'm gonna have to check his prostate for any abnormalities."

Katrina's eyes lit up and she briefly unglued her eyes from the trial coverage. 

"Oh yeah, a friend of mine goes to this guy all the time to get his prostate checked out. Some big Scandanavian guy named 'Dr. Feelgood'. Said he'd do Kyle's prostate exam for free, but he seems like a bit of a Nazi type and Kyle's one-sixteenth Cherokee. And I don't want him or his prostate discriminated against, ya know?"

Dr. Maddix reached for the zipper on Kyle's jeans, fending off his little fists of fury all the while. 

"Get your hands off of me you sick bastard!" Kyle screamed.

But it was futile. The big ubermench of a doctor was yanking the shorts clean off his puny little fat body, and found out to his delight that the boy decided to go commando today. One less struggle to expose his sweet boyish treasures. Kyle quickly put his hands over his little cocktail weenie of a boy dick, a weak defense over the strength of Dr. Maddix and the indifference of his distracted mommy. His eyes teared up, and his lip protruded in a petulant little pout that was about the most adorable thing Dr. Maddix ever saw. And he's seen quite a few silly pouting boys in his time for sure! 

"Kyle-wan," Dr. Maddix said softly, "won't you be a good little boy and lie flat on your stomach or me?"

"Nuh-uh," the boy said in a huff. He crossed his arms just to show how serious he was too, which absentmindedly exposed Kyle-wans precious little boy stick and balls for all the world to see. But Kyle knew that the big hulking perv wanted to see his buttonhole, just like Dr. Feelgood wanted to. In his crack, where his poop came out of! Ick. And they called it a posstrate x-man. Kyle would fight with every rascally ounce of willpower in his little boy body, and emerge victorious like a Slash guitar solo on his momma's favorite cassette. He was a rock god in the making, and Dr. Z was 'the man'. Fuck the man!

But no dear Kyle, in Dr. Maddix's office it always happens the other way. Strike that, reverse it. Spread your flabby little legs and let the doctor put something big and bulging in your 'buttonhole'. And mommy was gonna help this time.

"Miss Katrina, I'm sorry to disturb you," Dr. Maddix said, "but I'm having problems keeping Kyle still. He's a very willful, fidgety little boy, and I'm going to have to strap him for his own safety."

Kat smiled at her ridiculous little shit-kicker as he struggled against the doc's firm inescapable grip. His arms were in tight steel manacles, with his big plump ass sticking up lewdly. His mommy chuckled a bit, remembering more than a few nights at Dino's where she was very much in her son's position. But Dino's sick mind couldn't even begin to imagine the indignities that Dr. Maddix called a 'good day's work'. And now was the next-step: the induction.

Dr. Maddix grabbed his pair of anti-mesmerism goggles off his coat pocket slipped them on, protecting him completely from any effects of the hypno screen. Which, at the click of a button on his calculator watch was descending from a ceiling panel. Kyle stopped flopping around in his bindings and lifted his head up to see the blank white screen in front of him. He scrunched up his nose at Dr. Maddix and asked him if they were going to watch a movie instead. Kyle desperately hoped that was the case, and Dr. Maddix would forget all about his buttonhole. And maybe it was that movie on Mars with the chick with three boobs too. Mommy let him watch that when he was really really good, and maybe the Doc would do the same thing. Ah, the naivety of a child. 

"Yes Kyle, we're going to watch a silly little film especially made for silly little boys," Dr. Maddix said, gently patting Kyle's satiny little buttcheek.

"Aladdin!" Kyle said with his hopeful smile. His previous attitude was fading away, and the cute little boy side had reared its goofy little head at last.

Katrina glanced up from the gossip rag just in time to see the screen burst alive with color.

"Wow doc, this is some trippy shit. Like DMT cut with horse tranquilizer, but in movie form. But ummm, is this gonna be age appropriate for my lil rock god?"

Kyle's eyes were instantly captivated by the colorful spirals dancing on the screen in front of him, and he stared up in utter astonishment. The 'pretty colors', swirling and turning into weird shapes and fractal-cut outs were rapidly emptying out the young pudge's mind of all bad thoughts. Only happiness and goofiness mattered. Mean-faced rock gods faded from Kyle's thoughts like bug guts scraped off a windshield. Wiped clean in mere moments. The hypno screen was working its magic on the young lil thing's frontal cortex, a mind-dulling massage that rubbed out any pesky feelings of being defiant or talking back to pervy adults like Dr. Maddix. It felt so good, and his little dink was feeling all tingly when he just stopped thinking. So why fight the goodness? Exactly, and Kyle's brattiness was soon eroding, re-written with a new Kyle personality which would dominate him from this day onward. Drool dribbled out of his mouth, and he moaned in infantile contentment at all these tingly sensations the spirals were giving him. Like his mommy wrapped a warm blanket around him, caressing his face with that comforting touch.

"Ooooooooh," Kyle groaned, an eerie smile forming across his boyish face. A dumb blank smile he would soon wear during every session with the swirly screen. He was so relaxed that he didn't even care if Dr. Maddix touched his buttonhole after all.

Kyle was soon on his way to being a very silly boy, so Dr. Maddix turned his attentions on his slack-jawed mother. The People magazine had fallen carelessly out of here loosening grip, and she couldn't stop staring at the psychedelic lightshow projected in front of her. The doctor, seeing that she had successfully reached a sumnubalistic state, prepared the next step in the treatment: developing a stronger mother/son bond through brainwashing.

"Miss Katrina, this is your master Dr. Maddix. Can you hear me?"

"Yessssmassstur," Kat slurred.

"Stand up and undress please."

Katrina blinked, regaining her senses for a second, but immediately forgot why she was resisting in the first place. She vaguely know she was in a clinic in front of a doctor. Of course she needed to strip. And maybe get that mean rash checked out while we're at it. 

Katrina slipped her belly shirt off, revealing a braless set of big bouncy cherry-red tits that would mean something to Dr. Maddix if he wasn't such so depraved and boy-fixated. In no time at all she stood nude in front of the hypno screen's penetrating glare. She shivered at the sexual pulses spreading across her skin, goosebumps breaking out across her supple young flesh. Kat moaned like the cock-rocking whore she was, her nipples sticking out like fleshy pencil erasers. Lust filled her being, her cuntal regions getting wet and ready to be speared by any hard veiny cock in sight. 

"Yes, very good Katrina. Your mammaries are very pleasing indeed. Your master is happy to see you accept your new programming, and your son will soon be joining you in the process. I think it's time to get him off the table and re-unite him with his slutty little mommy."

Dr. Maddix retracted Kyle's restraints, and rolled the dazed boy onto his back. The boy's pecker was stiff as a nail, a thin little twig sprouting up from his bare baby-soft crotch. His stiff lil boy titties were just as hard, and the boy giggled stupidly when Dr. Maddix pinched and tweaked the lil rock god's irresistible little nubbins. 

"Kyle, this is your daddy speaking. From now on, all you can say is goo-goo, gaga. Understand?"

Fear filled the babyish fat boy's eyes, and a single word broke through the mindless haze of his conditioning. WRONG!

"Nnnnoooo, iss, wrong," Kyle babbled. "Wong! Wrrrron! Nnnoooo!"

And in a flash, scattered memories of the sinister doctor's visit came back to the boy. Dr. Maddix was a perv, taking off all his clothes and trying to get at his buttonhole! And Kyle couldn't stop him. Mommy didn't even care! The infantile conditioning was breaking down, as though his mommy's big floppy tits danger down in front of him, he knew he was too old to want to suck on 'em anymore. That's for babies, after all. 

"That's it Miss Katrina, your baby is on the changing table and hungry for his mother's milk. Take him into your arms and feed him, like a good mommy should."

Katrina was a good mommy once, back when Kyle was shiny and new and at his most lovable. And he loved sucking on his mommies tits like a hungry baby boy should. The freewheeling hippie chick grabbed the her fussy kicking baby into her arms and forced his screaming mouth against her tits to form a tight mouth-to tit seal. 

"No mommy no0-ummmph."

And Kyle one's screaming was silenced under the big balloon-like breasts of his adoring mommy.

Kyle's struggles became weaker as his mommy started gently stroking his hair like in the old days. When she was a lot more affectionate to her lil rock god. The boy felt a mental regression slide over his consciousness, and doc's programming was finally winning out. The soothing rhythmic suction on mommy's funbags calmed him down a great deal, and he hung loose in her arms, giving up to the pleasure of this strange arrangement of loving mommy and overgrown baby. Everything was bliss now. The chaotic events of the day receded, and soon Kyle buried himself in the role as a totally sweet lil baby. His fat belly and flabby thunder thighs made him seem like a big silly baby anyway, and Dr. Maddix's mental makeover only intensified his babality further. The streetwise urchin who walked into Maddix's waiting room had quickly become a big baby indeed. The doctor laid him on the table and wrapped a plastic goodnite big boy diaper snugly around him butt and crotch. Kyle had finally overcome his chronic bedwetting, only to regress into a pissing and shitting little boy again. And instead of a happy meal, the doctor had him suck from the rubber nipple of a baby bottle filled with a high-protein cum smoothie that he happily gulped down. Maddix tickled Kyle's soft buddha belly to hear the delightful squeals and coos, and the mindless babbling that all babies speak to their mommies and daddies. 

"Miss Katrina, you will remember nothing of what has occurred today beyond a normal, mundane medical exam. Furthermore, you'll give up the club scene to devote all your time to baby Kyle-wan Kenobi, giving him all the love and caring he needs. And he needs quite a bit. A very silly boy, and quite a challenge, but he came out quite nicely in the end. Dress yourself and Kyle, and return to your People magazine."

Miss Katrina complied exactly as she was ordered, and the trashy bimbo expression returned to her face at least. Kyle was happily bouncing on her knee, diapered under his shorts and pissing away happily in his mommy's arms.

"Awwwww, who's my happy lil baby," Kat said lovingly, squeezing him against her as he laughed at whatever brainless babies laugh about. "see, that wasn't so bad after all was it?" 

Kyle smiled up at him mom, not understanding the words she was saying, but enjoying the happy tone of her voice when she spoke nonetheless.

"Yes, we had a rough time at the beginning, but soon you were the perfect little patient."

Kyle was sucking his thumb, not caring about anything else.

Dr. Maddix jotted down some notes into Kyle's casefile and ushered Kat and Kyle to the crowded waiting room. Now that the heavy lifting was done, the two brainwashed hypnofools would return again and again for further treatments, their personalities completely altered depending on whatever perverted whims Dr. Maddix wanted to explore that session. It assuaged the doc's guilt that even though they were new victims of his web of bizarre sexual fetishes, they were closer together than ever. And their love and lusts would only grow as time went on. 

(Session Two)

Kyle sucked off Dr. Maddix’s spurting dick, cum dripping out of his mouth and his nose, his small boyish cum dumpster filling to the brim with his master’s seed. To the small curvaceous pre-teen, the juice dribbling down his lips tasted better than the sweetest startburst or the savory skittle. The fruit of the doctor’s loins was the candy of choice for his altered boys, the pulsing bio-data in their brains shuffled around to recognize one and for all that man-jism was truly the divine nectar that kids needed and most of all CRAVED. Kyle was slimming down nicely, toning up his tummy and boning up at the mere first sight of that alluring hypno-screen. The boy didn’t need straps to hold him in the chair. In fact, he plopped his cute bubble butt eagerly in hungry anticipation for the lazer show that made his dick hard and his lil heart ka-thump in a horny sex-filled fugue state. 

Kyle-wans mother sat on the floor fingering her damp cunt in total abandon. Miss Katrina moaned at the pretty spirals and subliminals ordering her to think of nothing but sex and obeying. Her tits hardened in the cool air of the office, and her stomach quivered at each throb of her swollen clit, remembering Kyle with his diaper open jerking his little boy dick off and screaming ‘mommy!’. She rubbed her hairless slit to these hot ass pervy thoughs of her little boy writhing around in orgasm, her baby’s legs spread, winking pink starfish exposed and adorable. All mommies should be so jealous as to have a son so adorable and affectionate as her newly sweetened-up Kyle. And thanks to Dr. Maddix’s therapy treatments, she finally recognized how truly special her little rock god was.

“NNnnhg,” Katrina groaned after climaxing. “Thank you massster for letting me cum. Mommy needed a wet one soooooo bad.”

Dr. Maddix wiped his jism off of Kyle’s gaping zombie face and tossed the tissue in the biohazard bin. Standing helplessly with his limbs hanging and his body slumped, the small 9-year-old was lost to the world. His mind was a dark cavernous blank. The doctor programmed a ‘dead mode’ into all his patients for quickies, reserved for days when he needed to tend to actual sick kids and had no time to waste on foreplay. 

“Reactivating Kyle mode,” Dr. Maddix commanded.

Kyle blinked, the world returning into focus once again. His mother was reading a Thrash magazine tribute to Quiet Riot, and Dr. Maddix was standing in front of him with a sour apple lollipop in his hand. All was painfully, boringly mundane. Just a routine check-up. The fact that the doc hand no pants on with his big hairy dick hanging out was of no concern anymore. Kyle-wan was forced to accept it, forced to give into the hard-wired programming that had dominated his mind. Grown men with raging hard-ons were just a fact of life to Maddix’s tykes. And any resistance to thoughts like those only got him extra time in the chair. All Kyle could do was act like the big stiff veiny pecker wasn’t nearly poking his eye out, and accept the mouth-watering candy that was given to him. The newly-tamed hellion gave into the pleasures of being a helpless regressed toddler, and happily licked his lollipop as his mothered dressed him in an oversized Metallica shirt and thigh-high cutoffs. Dr. Maddix slipped his slacks back on nonchalantly and grabbed an official looking but totally blank chart, burying himself once again in the role of a no-nonsense but warm hearted pediatrician with a heart of gold. He smiled expectantly at his young charge and scribbled down some random nonsense on the clipboard. 

“Yes, Miss Katrina. I gave Kyle a thorough check-up and prostate milking. Other than an unusual amount of cat-drugs in his system, the lil Jedi padawan learner is as healthy as healthy can be. A complete turnaround from our first visit. Come back in sixth weeks and speak to the nurse before you leave.”

“Thanks doc!” Katrina grinned. “And I’ll tell my commune sisters to bring all their Indigo kids here too. I feel like my mind gets expanded like bright pink bugglegum every time I come in. Your aura is just glowing with inner peace Mr. Maddix. Like, my guru told me big pharma was a racket, and I always sent Kyle to my vet friend instead. But you’ve totally got me switched on the whole science test tube and beaker scene.”

Katrina licked her lips at the big manly beefcake in front of her. Maddix looked like a total throwback, dark hair and a chiseled jaw. Like the dad in every 50s sitcom on Nick-at-Nite. But there was something most decidedly unwholesome about this guy. And she wanted to work that hot slut groupie bod of hers like every other horny man fuck she’d met in the moshpit. But as we all know…the doc wasn’t like any other man. Why? He was a straight-up child molestin’ mad scientist for starters. And her considerable womanly charms only repulsed his boy-lovin libido further away from anything with a cunt. He swore off snatch in grade school, focusing all his sexual energy on the awesomeness of boys exclusively. Not even the sluttiness of a loose single mom blased out of her gourd would sway him.

Tiring of the lame lude come-ons, Dr. Maddix said ‘Katrina, activate dead mode until you see the nurse. Be gone from my sight this instant!’

Kyle winced when the doc raised his voice, and gripped his mommy’s hand firmly as she walked robotically out of the Doc’s office. With that distraction out of the way, Dr. Maddix prepared the room for a real patient in need.