Davis didn't want to go back home during summer break from college. He unfortunately couldn't get on-campus housing for the summer, and he couldn't afford to rent a place for the summer before moving back into the dorms in the fall. So, he found himself on a plane back home, wondering how he would explain all of the changes to his single mother, Deborah. For starters, Davis had come out as gay. He didn't post it on his socials yet, since his mother followed him on Facebook and Instagram, but everyone in his life knew that he was gay.
Additionally, Davis had bulked up over the course of the school year. He had been the stereotypical weak scrawny nerd all throughout high school, and he vowed to change that when he went away to college. He was still lovingly called nerdy by his closest friends, but a consistent gym regiment had bulked him up immensely. Davis wasn't a bodybuilder by any means, but he was definitely considered a "hunk" or "stud" now.
One final change was in Davis's career. He had actually started college working as a barista, but as he gained more and more muscle, some of his other gay friends thought that he would be a great cam boy. Davis tentatively tried out one night, and he made two weeks' salary as a barista from his camming tips that night! He put in his two weeks' notice at the coffee shop and began camming every night. He did have some loyal fans who expected to see him most nights and tipped well enough that Davis could cover all the expenses that he needed to.
Thankfully, when Davis touched down at his local airport, it was the middle of the workday, and Deborah would still be at her job. Davis paid for a ride-share back to his house, and quickly unpacked. He liked to wear baggy clothes that hid the fact that he was ripped, so he didn't have to worry too much about his mom finding out about his new muscle mass. However, because of the end of the semester and traveling, Davis hadn't cammed in a few days, and his fans were getting antsy. He had a couple hours to kill until the end of the workday, so he set up a makeshift rig and began camming.
Unfortunately for Davis, he didn't know that Deborah worked odd hours and not the full 9-5 workday anymore. That meant she got home while Davis was still in the middle of camming. Both individuals were a bit quiet as they did their respective tasks, until Deborah heard Davis say something from his room. "Thanks for the tip, bro! Just a few dollars more, guys, and these undies come off!"
"Is my son a whore?" Deborah thought, and immediately rushed upstairs to her son's room. She did have the foresight to not barge in there and potentially see him stark naked, so instead she opened the door slightly. Davis was in the middle of doing some bodybuilding poses, trying to entice the viewers to tip just a little bit, when he heard the door creak open.
"Mom, hey, now's not a good time to come in! I'm, uh, getting changed for dinner!" Deborah didn't care for the excuse, knowing what she had heard, and continued to open the door. Thankfully Davis wasn't naked, but he was dressed only in his underwear with a visible bulge with a camera rolling, capturing the whole thing, for all of the fans and viewers to see. The chat lit up as Deborah made her way into the frame, at the same time that Deborah was lit up in her own way.
"Oh my gosh, what has happened to you, Davis!? That's not the pookums I remember that went off to college nine months ago!"
"Mom, oh my god, I'm in the middle of something!" Davis shrieked, turning off the camera and the livestream as quickly as he could.
"Well, yes, honey, I can certainly see that. You're one of those internet whores now, are you?"
"Mom, I can explain! You see, well, uh-"
"No need to explain, honey. The Lord knows that I experimented in college too. But if you must be a whore, then you need to film outside of the house. I can't have that much sin in my house, don't you understand, Davis?"
"I really don't, Mom, and can you please get out so that I can actually get dressed this time?"
"Of course, honey. We'll talk more over dinner!" Davis breathed a sigh of relief when Deborah finally closed the bedroom door and he was able to get dressed. He knew that something was off about his mom, as she was taking all of this in stride. True, there were some things that she seemed upset about, but at least she didn't notice that most of the viewers were gay men and the website he was camming on had "gay" right there in the name.
An hour or so later, Davis walked downstairs, half expecting his mom's church group to be waiting in the living room for an intervention. Instead, Deborah was busy in the kitchen, still making dinner. There was a glass of water on the dining room table. "Drink up, honey. You must be parched after that long flight of yours! I noticed you hadn't touched any food or water since you got home."
"Mom, it's only been a few hours and they have water and food even on those shorter flights. But thanks for the water anyway!" Davis drank a few sips of the water before asking his mom if she needed any help in the kitchen. Deborah didn't need any help, so Davis then wanted to talk to his mom about what she had seen upstairs. However, his body had other plans. "Hey, uh, Mom, I'm feeling pretty, uh, woozy. Do you, do you think we should call, uh, 911?"
"No, don't worry, pookums, it's just the rohypnol kicking it in. I wasn't sure how much the dosage should be, so I guess it worked much faster than I expected!" Deborah replied, with a cheery grin on his face. Davis barely had time to comprehend what his mom had said before the drug kicked in and he collapsed to the ground. Thankfully, he didn't knock anything off of the stove or cause a fire or anything like that, but that was the least of his problems now.
He woke up sometime later in a room that definitely wasn't in his house. Thankfully, Davis was still clothed, but he was securely bound to the chair that he was sitting on. A few seconds after he had woken up, a doctor in a white coat entered the room. "Hey, what the fuck is going on here, doc!? I think my mom drugged me or something!?"
"Yes, Deborah did say that she administered a comically high amount of rohypnol to knock you out so that we could easily transport you here. A bit too much, if you ask me, but there's not really a guide for drugging your own son. Am I rambling too much, Davis?"
"Fuck yeah you are! Fuckin' let me go, doc!"
"Oh, you'll be let go soon, Davis, but we first we need to make some changes."
"Wait, what the fuck, what kind of changes!?"
"Oh, if you just wait, we'll explain them to you as we go along. The Process will take some time, as unfortunately we can't do all the steps at once, or your brain will explode," the doctor added, nonchalantly.
"What the fuck!" Davis repeated. "Get me out of here, I don't consent to this shit!"
"Oh, we don't need your consent, Davis. Normally we would start with a muscle growth injection, but according to Deborah, you have a solid amount of muscle on you already. We know that some women like bodybuilders and that obscene amount of muscle, but we checked your muscle mass and most of the female staff here found you quite suitable."
"Well, uh, I guess that's a good thing, doc, but here's the thing: I'm gay. Not even a lick of bisexuality in me."
"Yes, we already knew that, Davis, Deborah told us in the intake interview. So, we will move onto the next step, which is making you straight as an arrow!" Davis's eyes bugged out as the door to the room opened and some medical staff walked in. There were various medical supplies on a tray that they wheeled in, included something that Davis recognized as a drill.
"Wait, what the fuck are you gonna do to me!?"
"Well, we begin with what we call 'trepanation', which is just the short way of saying that we will drill a hole through your skull so that your brain is exposed. Then we will inject the various formulas directly into your brain, quickly changing your brain chemistry and neural pathways into what God intended them to be."
"Oh my fuckin' god, get me the fuck out of here!" Davis screamed, as he thrashed around in the chair, hoping that it would break or something. Instead, the beefiest member of the medical staff held him in place as he was injected with a paralytic, as the head doctor explained in excruciating detail what was about to happen to him. Davis was paralyzed but fully conscious as the trepanation began. It wasn't long before the brain was exposed and the first of the larger syringes was injected directly into his brain. Since the brain didn't feel pain, Davis wasn't in pain from the injection, but he was in emotional pain as some of the changes started to take effect.
The thoughts of cock and ass and ball sweat were quickly replaced with tits and pussy and squirting. There was nothing that Davis could do as his sexuality was quickly rewired from gay to straight. What made it even worse was that Davis knew exactly what was happening to him, but he was powerless to stop it. Instead of wondering what the beefy medical staff member looked like under his lab coat, his thoughts were replaced with just how busty the female staff members were. After a few more minutes passed, the head doctor spoke up again.
"Due to the paralytic, we unfortunately can't ask you if the sexuality change truly worked, but we have had a 100% success rate so far in all previous iterations of the Process, so lets' move onto the next phase, the dumbing down portion. Women are usually drawn to himbos, believe it or not, and since you attended an Ivy League school this past year and are a member of MENSA according to Deborah, the dumbing down will be quite intense. It's pretty much the same process as the sexuality change, just with a different formula!"
Davis couldn't believe that he was going to be turned into a dumb himbo! He was proud of his intelligence but there was nothing he could do. At even the slightest twitch of unwanted movement, more of the paralytic was administered, technically for his safety but also so that he was completely powerless to resist the changes. He was once again injected directly into the brain, and it wasn't long before his thoughts began changing for the worse again. While he couldn't really express that he had dumbed down, his thoughts were no longer complex. Instead, they became quite simple, focused mostly on working out, sex, hot babes, and food. A few more minutes passed again, and the head doctor once again spoke up.
"The dumbing down or himboficiation process should now be complete! Please note that the Process is irreversible, so even if you do try to become intelligent again, your new and improved neural pathways will stop you. And finally, here is the last part of the Process. It involves a personality change. This part I consider to be the funnest as it all depends on the individual and what the person who brought them in wants them to truly be. Unfortunately Deborah can't join us in the room right now, but she requested that her son turned into a conservative Christian, just like her! Thankfully we already had that strand of personality change formula made, in bulk I should add, so that's why we are able to get you in to undergo the Process so quickly!"
Davis was horrified as they walked over with the last syringe and injected it directly into his brain again. Davis certainly wasn't apolitical, but he was definitely far from conservative, a liberal leftist if he had to describe himself. And he was also an atheist after he had learned about all the horrors of organized religion, especially the Catholic Church too. But his thoughts were soon replaced with those of MAGA and Trump and church and spreading the gospel and having his wife pump out as many babies as she possibly could. Davis was now a new man, for better or for worse.
The medical team then did some surgery to replace the part of the skull they had removed, and an hour or so later, it looked like Davis hadn't had brain surgery at all. The paralytics continued throughout the surgery, so it wasn't until Davis was finally free from his bonds that the doctors could verify that the Process truly worked. "Davis, what sexuality are you?" asked the head doctor.
"I'm straight, doc. Don't need none of those fancy-ass terms to describe me. I'm certainly not a fag if that's what you're implying, doc."
"Of course not, sir. And for the next question, can you describe the current geopolitical atmosphere in the Middle East?"
"Doc, don't use such big words like that, dude! But Trump knows exactly what he's doing in the Middle East, and I reckon that they'll all be converted to Christianity before I leave this Earth."
"Good, good, thanks for answering our questions, Davis. You are now free to leave!"
"Well, I was gonna fuckin' leave anyway once you open the goddamned door, doc." Davis was escorted back to the waiting room, where Deborah was waiting with a humongous grin on her face. "Momma, why are you here? And why am I here, now that I think about it?"
"Oh, pookums, don't worry about that. The docs just needed to run some tests on you after you fell at home."
"Oh, okay, Momma. Hey, you don't mind if I drop out of college, right? All those smarty-pants leftist bootlickers are too much for me. I reckon I'd be better off staying close to you, finding a beautiful woman to marry, and doing some work for the local church."
"Of course, Davis, anything you want, pookums!" Deborah hugged her new and much improved, in her eyes, son, and gave a thumbs up to the head doc before mother and son went back home.