Book Excerpt for Brian Brownie

Brian Brownie -- Extract

Brian * Left by Kristine * Offer for a "Real" Job * Dinner With Wendy * Golden Wine * Beginning the Transformation * His Deepest Desire * In Brownie Uniform * Losing Virginity Merit Badge * Panties Wet With Naughty Merit Badge * Wet Diaper Merit Badge * Wetting Diapers With Naughty Juice Merit Badge * Unnoticed Diapers -- Again

Wendy

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And of course he was. He HAD to follow her orders. What kind of drug took away your ability to make independent decisions?

Soon they gone down to a wall that must have been even lower than an ordinary basement. There was a door with a big handle and a combination lock inset in place of a normal lock.

Wendy spun it quickly, pulled open the door, pushed Brian inside into the darkness, then slammed the door shut and spun the combination dial.

He was trapped! He started to cry.

Wendy slapped him lightly, then turned a rheostat operating some track lighting that barely broke the dark. He appeared to be in a bedroom, but could not see any details clearly.

"Don't be such a baby -- yet," she told him.

Yet? What did THAT mean?

"What're you going to do to me?"

"I've already told you -- give you your deepest desire."

"How do you know what that is?"

"I don't."

"Then how -- "

"You'll tell me yourself."

"Is that part of this weird drug you've given me. What is it, some kind of acid leftover from a Phish concert?"

"It's a designer drug we manufacture as part of the Transformation Room process," she told him. "Its exact chemical formation is proprietary. It's just one of the many mind technologies we use to break down your emotional barriers."

Brian didn't like the sound of that.

"Emotional barriers to what?"

"To living like you really want to live, with having your deepest desires satisfied," Wendy said. "That drug not only opens up your senses -- though without any extreme hallucinations -- like a hit of good acid, it makes you totally submissive to me. And it opens up your sexuality, as well."

"I feel horny enough to fuck you all night. I want to tear off your clothes and fuck you like crazy, but I can't make my hands move."

"Exactly right. I'm going to give you your deepest desire, and so you will be turned on by it, and you'll come, and your sexuality will never be normal again."

"So all the job interview stuff is just a trick to trap helpless men in here."

"Not at all," Wendy said. "This is the product we sell. All the men who work for Rockport Concepts must be transformed so they understand the process. It wouldn't be fair to you otherwise. You're lucky. It's expensive. Not all wives can afford it. Kristine couldn't, but told us of your need for a job, so she didn't have to pay for the service."

"Kristine --"

"She contacted us," Wendy said. "Transforming you was her original idea. So it's good we're expanding and hiring more people, and have a place for you here in the main office. So you get the Transformation free."

"But --"

"Enough talk." Wendy reached out and, with surprising strength, ripped off all his clothes.

In just a few moments he was as naked as a newborn baby, crying with shame and humiliation, while Wendy laughed wickedly and showed him his clothes burning up in an incinerator.

"Now you can't run away."