Family Values by ctotheg

Last summer changed me forever. The night before I left to stay at the beach with my friend Will, I was spending time online surfing the usual sights when I found something interesting-an ad offering "Unlimited Power" to anyone interested in paying a fee of $9.99. Before laughing it off, I remembered having my parent's credit card in my pocket from a purchase earlier that day. Just for fun, I decided to try it. As soon as I had entered the credit card number the site vanished. I was thinking I had just been scammed when suddenly I felt a powerful tingle carry thru my body. However, nothing else happened. I went to sleep that night forgetting about the unusual incident and looking forward to a week at my friend's beach house.

After a lonely solo drive down to the shore, I finally arrived at Will's family's beach house around 3 pm. Will greeted me at the door and showed me to my room. After some catching up, we headed to the family room to watch some TV. There, Will's Mom as well as his four siblings were watching a Disney movie. Mrs. Wilson was a very attractive woman, and I had always had a slight crush on her. I smiled to myself remembering Mr. Wilson was not down at the beach as he couldnt get off work. Even knowing there wasn't a chance in Hell with his wife, it never hurt to dream. After saying hello to her, I was greeted by each of Will's brothers and sisters: First, his 19 year old sister Jen, who, taking after their mother, was incredibly good looking. Next, Will's little brother Johnny, who was 13 and a little annoying, gave me a high five, followed by a shy wave from his cute 12 year old sister Rachel and finally a hug from his adorable baby sister Mary, who had just turned four. After catching the end of the movie, Mrs. Wilson informed me we'd be eating dinner at her brother's house right across the street, along with a good amount of her side of the family. Will told me it'd be good food and a few pestering Aunts, Uncles, and cousins. I laughed and we went to our room to get ready. Once we got to the house, I was introduced to a large group of nice people ranging in age from Will's youngest cousin Mike, who was one, all the way to his Grandmother, who was in her early 70's. While waiting for dinner, Will and I were sitting on a couch talking to one of his Uncles when I felt that same weird tingle from the night before. Trying to ignore it, I looked to the floor where Jen was playing peak-a-boo with the baby, Mike. She suddenly proclaimed that "somebody had a wet diaper" talking, of course, about Mike. As she said this, I thought to myself, what if it was in fact Jen who had on the soggy pamper, just out of pure amusement. I had no sooner thought this then I looked again to the floor and jumped out of my seat when I saw Jen next to Mike in nothing but a big diaper, and a wet diaper at that. I looked to Will and his uncle, who thought all of this was perfectly normal. Before I could say anything, Mrs. Wilson, who had heard Jen's earlier announcement, came out from the kitchen. As she looked down at Jen's wet diaper she said :"Someone here certainly does have a wet diaper, but I don't think its Mike." This made Jen blush as she realized it was true, but she did not protest as Mrs. Wilson helped her to her feet and led her to the changing table previously only used by Mike. I couldnt believe my eyes-here was a beautiful 19 year old sitting on a changing table in nothing but the diaper I had just imagined to be on her-and no one thought it was unusual. Thats when it hit me-the website! An evil smile crept across my face as I thought about what else I could do with this new found gift. I noticed that after Jen's diaper change, she came back and sat on the couch, engaging in our conversation as if everything was normal. I remembered having only thought of her in a diaper, not acting as a baby, and so she continued doing what she had before my change to her, just now in a crisp pair of Huggies. I decided to keep her this way, because not only did I like the humorous contrast I had created, but also because I had a clear view of Jen's ample breasts now. The smile on my face grew wider as I thought of my next target. By this time, dinner was ready and we all sat down at the large dining room table. I purposely sat across from Jen for the view, and tried not to laugh as a crunching sound was emitted by her sitting down. It was just my luck that the only empty seat when Mrs. Wilson came to sit down was next to me. She smiled at me as we all began to eat. I decided to try a new approach-I thought to myself: "Whatever I do to Mrs. Wilson will be seen by all as completely normal." Then, taking a deep breath, I started to play footsie with her under the table. At first startled, she smiled as soon as she realized it was me. Then I went even bolder, touching her breasts in front of the whole table. While everyone else continued eating their dinner, Will seemed to struggle with what was happening-probably knowing deep down it was not right, but eventually my power won out and he just smiled at us and kept eating. Next, I lifted Mrs. Wilson out of her chair and onto my lap, and at the same time removed her shirt and unhooked her bra. There I was, feeling up a friend's topless Mom as she smiled and squirmed from pleasure in my lap. I couldn't help but laugh as Will's grandmother asked me how school had been this year while I squeezed the naked breasts of her only daughter. I knew then that this was going to be the best vacation of my life.

When we got back to the house, I decided to make a few changes to Jen's room. To go with her new apparel, I morphed her room into a baby girl's nursery, complete with adult sized changing table, crib, playpen, and of course, stacks and stacks of Huggies, which now came in size 26 just for Jen. With all of this, she still thought and acted like a 19 year old, except now, she had to dress like a toddler. She didn't seem too disappointed-because I didn't allow her to be. I decided to tuck her in that night, and although she may have to get used to the crib, at least she had her teddy bear to keep her safe.

Next, I walked into Rachel's room, unannounced, and she blushed madly as she was dressed in just her panties and training bra-but she didnt dare yell at me to get out. The thought never crossed her mind, thanks to me. I looked up and down ever inch of her, and then drew a smile as I glanced at her training bra. "You know Rachel, I always thought it was weird to wear something with the word training in it at such an old age. But then again, maybe if you had some other type of training item, it wouldn't be as bad." Immediately after saying this, Rachel felt pressure on her most private region, as her panties began inflating into a crude plastic material. Before she could react, she was standing in front of me in a pair of Minnie Mouse training pants. "Thats better," I said. "Now you can train your bladder as you train your breasts." Rachel was in disbelief, now blushing even more, as she ran over to her drawer in hopes of getting a new pair of panties. She was crushed, however, to see I had replaced all of her underwear with pink Pull Ups. I decided to make her think all of this was normal, so she would at least sleep better, and on my way out, I cheered her up by reminding her she was at least farther along in potty training then her big sister.

Leaving the room, I saw a still shirtless Mrs. Wilson and Will both watching the nightly news. Johnny and Mary had already fallen asleep, and I decided to leave their lives unchanged for now. I could see that both Will and his mom felt something was slightly amiss. I decided to confuse them even more by telling Mrs. Wilson I'd be sleeping with her tonight, and that Will would have our room to himself. They both agreed with these fates, and I followed Mrs. Wilson up to her bedroom, my heart pounding as my ultimate fantasy was about to be realized. I had Mrs. Wilson strip for me, which turned me on but also somehow calmed my nerves enough that I was able to have some incredible sex with her. I guess we were making alot of noise because suddenly there was a knock on our door and Will came in. Knowing something was very wrong, and looking a little angry at seeing his best friend in bed with his mom, he worked up the nerve to ask what the hell was going on: "I had a nightmare Mommy." Now dressed in Cookie Monster Pajamas and speaking through a pacifier, Will looked like he was about to cry. "Aww sweetie" said his mom, as she jumped out of bed and went to console him. She took him by the hand and began to walk him back to his room. I waved bye to him and smiled, knowing both that I was the source of his newfound nightmare, and that he wouldn't be questioning my power again. Waiting for his mom to return, I thought about what fun I would have my second day with the Wilson's.

I was still half-alseep after an incredible night with the woman I now comfortably called by her first name(Julie), when I heard the door to the Master bedroom swing open, and saw an enraged and very confused Mr. Wilson glare straight at the young kid in bed with his nude wife. I smiled confidently and was about to "calm" things down, when he suddenly sprinted towards me. Too nervous to form a coherent thought, I was defenseless as he tackled me off the bed. Before he could do any more damage, I suddenly blurted out "Go sit in the corner and wait for me to address you." He froze for a split-second, as did my heart. Had my power worn off? Then he jumped up and walked towards the corner, not saying a word. I smiled as I began planning a "punishment." I decided to start with a traditional method-the spanking. 

First I shifted Mr. and Mrs. Wilsons feelings for one another from loving partners to 'frightened child' and 'domineering mother.' At the same, for kicks, I changed Mr.'s wedding ring to a childish Ring Pop candy and the inscription on Mrs.'s to "ctotheg's Sex Slave." I then pulled out a chair and let the vengeful Julie go to work on her "bad little boy." I think it was at swat five Mr. Wilson began to cry. Julie didn't stop until 100. After this, I decided, so that he was ok with it from now on, to have Mr. Wilson tell me how much he wanted me to fuck his wife. 

After about 20 mintues of this, I concluded that if he didn't want to screw such a beautiful woman himself, he must be gay-which he now was. Before sending him out to find some very different lovers I tweaked him just a little more-dropping his intelligence permanently to that of a six year old, giving him the manhood of a four year old, and finally, the strength of a two year old, just to make sure he wouldn't be tackling anyone else sometime soon. For some reason, I didn't see Mr. Wilson again the entire week. I was just snuggling in again with my self-proclaimed slave when Will's grandmother can a knocking at our house's door. 

She came into the bedroom as her daughter was giving me head, and smiled. I see you two are a little busy, but I just wanted to check in on all the "little ones" which would probably best define my friend and most of his siblings right now. I told Granny to hang around our room a little, and asked her what she had been like in her younger days? Feeling the urge to speak quite honestly, she said "I was a pretty hot piece of ass, and I fucked like a rabbit." I returned her comment with a wide smile and simply asked her to "prove it." Suddenly, Will's grandma was anything but, regressing down to the tender age of 25. And she certainly didn't lie about the looks part-I saw where Julie got it. Slipping out of her senior citizen outfit, she jumped into bed with us without even an invitation. I liked her attitude immideatley. 

The next hour was certainly one of the more interesting of my life-who would have thought mother and daughter would be so fond of one another on an entirely new level. After becoming nearly exhausted with the two tomcats, I decided to have them dress me in Mr. Wilson's robe and we all headed downstairs. Arriving in the kitchen, I was pleased to see that all four of my playthings where up. It was quite amusing to see Jen, the oldest, eating her breakfast of baby food with her hands from a giant highchair wearing only Huggies and a bib with a cute little duck on it. 

I pinched her cheek as I walked by her and looked at my friend Will. Poor Will. It looked like he hadn't slept at all, and he sat in his juvenile pajamas sloppily eating cereal and sucking down a Sippy Cup filled with apple juice. I ruffled his hair and told him that tonight I'd check for monsters under his bed for him. I then turned my attention to Rachel, who sat quietly, still dressed in her training bra and training pants. And at such an akward stage in her life. I felt bad, I really did, so I promised I would help her potty train-once she got to High School. Looking at the unscathed Johnny and Mary, I knew I had to do something very soon to help include them in our fun.

But first, I realized little Jen must be very thristy from all that mush. So I invited her worst enemy from High School, Lindsay Smith, and her ex-boyfriend, John, who she had just dumped, over and had Julie breast-feed her first born in front of the two peers. For some reason, Jen was blushing a deep crimson red as she greedily sucked on her Mommy's tit while Lindsay and John laughed at her. They decided to leave when Jen finished up and started to be burped, but not before Lindsay promised to sit for the big baby whenever we needed her to. Having taken care of Jen's thirst problem, I smiled at Mary and Johnny and begin to plan their changes...

Johnny was to be my first victim. While Lindsay had watched his sister breastfeed, he had been watching her. Lindsay was Jen’s age, a sunny blonde with shoulder-length hair and lips that were thick and pretty even as she smirked at her enemy’s humiliation. The so short cheerleader skirt was the reason Jen hated her so much – that and the long, toned legs, cock-gripping thighs, and supple ass underneath. Openly staring at her, thirteen year-old Johnny was practically drooling. My powers weren’t needed to read his thoughts.

Well, I thought, after Lindsay left and I saw the disappointed look on his face, if he likes cheerleaders so much, maybe he should live the life of one. Changing his body was not what I had in mind. With a blink, reality was re-ordered, and Julie suddenly turned from diapering her daughter and glanced at Johnny. “Dear, why aren’t you wearing your uniform?” she murmured. “Didn’t you tell me that all the other girls are going to be wearing theirs today? You don’t want to be left out.”

Johnny opened his mouth to protest, but I made sure that he couldn’t voice any objection that would have been out of place. After trying to rephrase “But mom, I’m not a girl!” in several different ways while failing to get the words out, his eyes dropped to the floor and he left the room. Upstairs, I knew he’d find a short pleated skirt waiting for him, as well as a lacy bra and thong that would always look out of place on his body to him, even though everyone else would find them sexy on him.

Everyone else, of course, was seeing him as a junior high school cheerleader, an exceptionally well developed one, in fact. To his mother, siblings, and new boyfriend, Johnny would appear to have large, shapely tits, full lips, and long legs, similar to Lindsay’s endowments, but somewhat more appropriate for Johnny’s age. I laughed when I thought of Johnny enduring the stares of horny men and the ass-grabbing of his boyfriend. Then there was the image of him showering with twenty other cheerleaders, his face nipple level with beautiful girls his own age, tiny cock hard but useless as he had to behave the part of the heterosexual fourteen year-old female the others saw him as. He’d even be forced to giggle along as the cute boys who had watched their practice that afternoon were discussed in surprisingly lurid detail.

“Like, did you see him looking at you?” one named Brigitte asked him as she pulled a pair of black panties up her legs. “He was just watching your boobs bounce.”

Mortified, he heard himself reply: “Like, why would I care? I just like his eyes. He can look at me all day.” With that, he fastened his bra and pulled the empty cups around so they were at the front. His penis was so hard, but he’d already put his pink thong over it. When no one was looking directly at him, I gave him the freedom to sneak peeks at the bodies of other girls.

“You’re so lucky you can wear that kind of underwear,” another girl told him. This was Leanne, one of his new best friends. Now he found himself staring at her while she cupped her B-cup tits. “I wish mine would grow so I could wear a bra like yours.” He simply nodded and continued to dress. When he escaped the dressing room, the first thing he noticed was how cold his legs felt after the practice and the shower. Rubbing them lightly as he walked, Johnny cursed the shortness of his skirt, then leapt as he felt a hand squeezing his ass.

“Hey, beautiful,” his former best friend, now boyfriend whispered. “I missed you.” Forced to act the part, Johnny could only curl his toes blissfully as was kissed into oblivion, which was where I left him.

All this would come later. First I had to ensure he dressed properly. While simple enough to accomplish with my powers, it amused me to turn to 4 year old Mary who had yet to participate in this little family adventure. With Julie’s husband out of the picture, Mary would need to participate in the running of the household in a larger way. First, I made it so that she would gradually reach the age of seventeen over the next twenty four hours. Her size of her clothing (but, alas, not the style) would change with her, so that she would not tear through her cute little dress. But at the same time, I wanted the size changes to always lag somewhat behind her age change, so that the dress would always be a bit too tight on her.

I had plans for Julie and her daughter Mary. I “expanded” Julie’s sexual orientation so that as her daughter increased in age, she would find her more and more attractive. Eventually, I thought Mary and Julie would make a nice lesbian couple, but I wanted Mary to be the dominant partner. It was amusing to think of Julie becoming aware of her sexual feelings for other women, and how embarrassed she would feel when she realized her own daughter turned her on. Not only that, but soon she would not even be able to get off without having Mary spank and dominate her. Eventually, I imagined Julie becoming nothing more than a maid in her own household, forced by Mary to wear a tiny uniform and speak in the emaciated vocabulary that would soon go along with her now diminished intelligence and standing in the family.

Now that Mary had some authority in the household, I set her to force Johnny to dress right. Mary, Johnny’s four year-old sister, would show him how to wear a bra, how to kiss a boy (or girl), and how to deal with the menstrual cramps I was also going to inflict on him. Johnny would have no choice but to go along with whatever she said. She, unlike everyone else, would still be able to see him sometimes as a male, but like the bitch feminist she was becoming, she would relish humiliating him by having him fit his role completely. I didn’t think Johnny would be enjoying math, his favorite subject, any time soon. He’d be lucky if Mary didn’t replace it with classes in home economics and childcare.

The End 

[Bonus]
If Jen is a normal nineteen year old who can have a messy diaper then she would have to live the lifestyle of a one-year old. She can talk and act anyway she wants except that obviously adults and caretakers make all her decisions for her. She lives in a child safe environment where she can’t get around baby gates or open baby safe draws. She can ask for adult foods, but mostly eats baby food. She can point to pretty dresses and hot jeans from her stroller when shopping with her mommy, but she’ll wears the cutesy sundresses and T-shirts with cartoon animals that her mommy dresses her in. She can talk to the people around her about anything she want in perfectly normal English and those people will pat her on the head and tell her, “My you are a smart little girl” with a smile and a patronizing tone.

Mary, the four-year old, I decided didn’t need to grow up physically. She has even more authority than her father did in the family. She has to be the chief bread winner. She is now a highly paid child model. She commands a great deal of money now only because she is very cute and adorable in front of the camera, but her maturity and her ability to take instructions like an adult when between takes makes her worth the premium price they pay for her. At home she is in complete charge of the family and ultimately if one of the family needs permission, Mary is the one to give it. Mary and Mrs. Wilson share a bed. Mrs. Wilson is always available to perform her wifely duties whenever Mary wants to.

Will, my eighteen-year old friend, has all the fears and emotions of a five-year old. Besides scary dreams he is also scared of the boogie-man and the monsters under his bed. But he also believes in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny and goes trick-or-treating every year on Halloween.

Twelve-year old Rachel is a typical middle-schooler. The only difference is is that she wears pull-ups full time. This isn’t too much of a problem when she wets herself as she can change her pull-ups by herself. But if she has a messy accident she needs one of her friends or a responsible adult to clean her up. Her biggest worry is that she’ll have one of those messy accidents when she is talking to a boy she likes.

As far as everyone knows Johnny is a vivacious fourteen year old cheerleader. He is friends with all the popular students in his school and as part of the squad he and his girl friends run the school. But despite being popular and running the school he hates his life. People think he is free to do anything he likes, but he is trapped into doing what is expected of him. He has to do everything his friends tell him to do. He has to wear what they wear and do what they do, laugh at their jokes and only associate with the in crowd. He wishes he could learn to love his ‘charmed’ life but he can’t.

There is no reason to lower Mrs. Wilson’s intelligence. But Mary, in effect, lowered Mrs. Wilson’s status in the family from wife and mother to a maid, nanny and personal servant with benefits. All of Mrs. Wilson’s domestic responsibilities are now her chores. She isn’t treated as the mother of the children but the nanny taking care of Mary’s children. She isn’t the home owner keeping her house maintained but the maid cleaning Mary’s house. She isn’t Mary’s mom taking her to her modeling job, but Mary’s assistant/ chauffeur taking her boss to work. When Mary feels frisky, Mrs. Wilson has to drop what she is doing and satisfy her in anyway that Mary wants, even if Mary wakes up in the middle of the night. Almost all of Mrs. Wilson’s clothing is now maid uniforms which she wears everyday while doing her chores and sexy lingerie (and kinky role playing costumes) which she wears at Mary’s requests.

I was much too harsh on Mr. Wilson, but he did hit me. He really can’t survive the way I made him. I decided to give him Jen’s old social life. He is now living in Jen’s old college dorm room with two of his (formerly Jen’s) best friends. Every year he will change his major so even though he passes all his courses he never makes any progress towards graduating. All of Mr. Wilson’s friends are college coeds. I did tweak Mr. Wilson’s dating life. All of his relationships with college boys will be very passionate and sensual but short lived. He’ll fall in love with many boys only to fall out of love just as quickly and then move onto another boy as soon as possible. Having a boyfriend (or boyfriends) is very important to Mr. Wilson. By the end of the semester, he’ll have had (and slept with) dozens of boyfriends. He is very submissive with his BFs and will do anything they ask. I wonder if any of them will have him dress like a baby like the real Jen. That’d be a hoot if they did. By the end of four years he’ll have passed over 120 credits in college but in his new major at the end will still be as far away from graduating as Jen was when all this began.

Now that I have the family functioning ‘normally’ I think its time we all go to the mall. Mrs. Wilson has to buy some uniforms for herself and Johnny and Rachel are meeting there friends at the Mall. Jen and Will can’t be left alone in the house and I’ll come along just to make sure all goes smoothly.