Wish Bear
“Hey babe! Look what I got at the fair! Isn’t it so cute? It’s a wish bear! I won it and it made me think of you, my wish.” Your boyfriend held up an adorable little teddy bear. Thought normally not the kind of thing you’d get for one another, it was cute, and you figured the thought was nice.
“Besides,” he continued. “I found out that I have to go on a work trip for a bit so you can keep him near you to think of me while I’m gone.” You rolled your eyes at the silly suggestion, but he just smiled and kissed you on the cheek.
The next day when you got home from work, your boyfriend was gone, and you saw that he’d left the teddy bear on his side of the bed. You rolled your eyes once again at his antics, but you just left it there. It wasn’t like it took up much space anyway.
You sleep well that night and have strange dreams. When you wake up you can’t remember what they were about, just the sensation that they were strange to you. You go to take a shower and are slightly surprised to see that your morning wood isn’t as prominent and distracting as normal. You still enjoy yourself in the shower, quickly putting the moment and your dreams out of your mind.
The next night’s dreams are intense once again, but the following morning you wake up and see a small wet spot. Did you cum in your sleep? You hadn’t done that in years. Maybe your dreams were sexy ones from missing your boyfriend. That would explain it… It also would explain why you didn’t have any morning wood at all. Your attempts to stroke in the shower actually didn’t do anything at all. You must have cum right before you woke up…
You get dressed for work, and don’t even realize it when you put on some white briefs you never wear instead of your usual boxers. You did notice it when you were at the gym, but the tight fit felt kinda comforting instead of restrictive like you remember when you switched to boxers full time.
That night, determined not to have a repeat of the night before you lay down in bed and plan to stroke one out. You take off your shirt and jeans, and start rubbing yourself over your briefs. It felt nice but you didn’t really find it easy to focus on it or get really hard. It never seemed to occur to you to slip your hands in or take them off. After a while rubbing you simply fall asleep.
The next day, you jump in the shower but barely think of playing with yourself. The only thing you notice as you wash yourself is that you’re pretty hairy. You’ve always been proud of that fact, but today it just feels so messy. Maybe just a trim. You start with a pretty long guard and trim a bit, but it just doesn’t feel enough. Eventually you just take the guard off and remove the hair completely. Hmm. That actually looks so clean. Clean is good. You dry off your now smooth skin and slip into some more comfy briefs. You feel refreshed and ready for the day.
After work, you’re sitting on the floor watching some tv when you suddenly feel damp. Looking down you realize you unknowingly wet yourself. You jump up in a panic and begin to clean yourself off. You throw the towel, your shirt, and jeans in the washer, but after that don’t feel so bad. You look down at your wet briefs and socks thinking something is wrong, but can’t bring yourself to worry about it. You go back to watching TV before heading up to bed.
The next morning you wake up wet again, and curled up with the bear. You feel you should be bothered, but you don’t seem capable of it. Then your boyfriend walks in.
He sees you sleeping in wet white briefs, and socks, cuddling a teddy bear. You start to come to yourself and realize how this must look, but instead of shock, he smiles. “Holy shit, it worked.”
“Worked?” You ask, still confused and strangely groggy.
He ignores you as he pulls back your briefs, seeing your lack of morning wood and any pubic hair, and his smile widens. “I’ll be right back. You just hold onto your bear and suck your thumb till I get back.” He heads out, and you hear him leave out the front door. You intend to argue with him, saying you don’t suck your thumb, but you lay back, forgetting your wet bed, and start sucking your thumb. It feels almost as nice as cuddling the teddy bear.
An hour later, your boyfriend returns with several bags. When he was gone you began to get a clearer head and realize how strange everything is that’s happening. Maybe none of this is real? Is this just a dream? You wonder without any progress when you hear your boyfriend come back.
“I don’t know what’s happening,” you say when he comes back.
“Well, I told you I went to the fair and got that bear, right? Well the thing was it was a wishing booth, and I’ve been so annoyed at how bossy and aggressive you are all the time. So I wished that away. When the man told me what would happen, I started to refuse his offer, but after a while, he seemed to make much more sense. I know I love you, but rather than try and fix our relationship as is, I just needed to change you into something I could love in a different way. My sweet little baby boy. All you had to do was sleep next to the bear and your dreams would push you further and further. Now, we just need to do a few things to make it permanent.”
“What the fuck are you talking about? You can’t just change me? Also none of this can happen. It’s not real.”
“Says the boy in his wet bed holding his teddy bear. I don’t know how the guy did it, but I don’t care, and it’s too late to go back anyway, we’re just going to finish this up.” He pulled out a blue plastic chastity cage. “Put this on, and say ‘from cock to peepee.”
“There’s no way I’m going to..” you start to say, but as he hands it to you, it does seem like it should go on you. You shouldn’t have a cock like a man. As it clicks into place, you mutter, “from cock to peepee,” and you know it’s true.
“There we go,” he says. “Now you’ll never fuck again. Now take off your briefs. While cute they only were helpful to get your mindset right. You’ll never wear big boy undies again either.” He pulled out a diaper, and as he fixed it on you, you knew he was right.
Lastly he pulled out a large pacifier. “Last step. Suck on this little boy and all those big boy words will drain right out of you.”
You tried to think of anything to say to stop this madness, but as he brought the pacifier to your mouth, you sucked obediently. You were too far gone without even knowing it.
A short time later, a man came over. Though not clear at first you figure out that he was the man your boyfriend met at the fair. But that thought started to fade as he talked to you. He was your daddy. Of course he was. Babies needed daddies. He put you in front of the TV as he took your former boyfriend into the bedroom where they made noises that made less and less sense to you as the hour went on. Oh well, the TV was nice. And you had your teddy bear. Wasn’t that all you needed?
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