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 (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.