Don’t let it freak you out, Tommy boy, just take your time!
Tommy was always different, and accepted it far too easily, far too quickly. It’s not like he had much of a choice, at least as far as he could tell. Little girl bodies always fascinated him. Not little girls as in girls his own age, but girls as young as seven, but especially nine to twelve year old little girls.
His mother was always telling stories about when he was crawling on all fours, he would head straight to any prepubescent girl around and want to feel their legs and look up their dresses, and even as a preschooler was perfectly happy to sit pressed up against a slender young lady who had lost most or all of her baby fat, but hadn’t begun to fill out to her adult shape.
It was fantastic for him when he was in that age range himself, especially when many of the girls in his neighborhood didn’t care he was a boy, and even more were happy that he was, and were usually more than happy to let him play the father role when they played House.
They also laughed and giggled when he would play the Mommy role, and the few times they were caught by girls’ parents, they generally just laughed and shook their heads. Occasionally, they would actually break up the game and call the children up for a snack or to play a different game, telling Tommy, or “Thomasina” as they would call him, that he didn’t have time to change.
Actually, it was the father of a couple of twin girls who were still his best friends, that would do that to him. The man would also feel his butt and wiener a lot, with hands in and out of Tommy’s skirt, and made him feel pretty.
His mother shifting position brought his mind back to present, the three of them relaxing in the family room after their joint birthday party. He had to reposition himself as his growing hard-on became uncomfortable, both because of the remembrance of the past molestation and because of the adult female lounging on the couch across the room in nothing but her underwear and his soon to be seven year old little sister laying on her belly on the floor between them in nothing but a tiny pair of panties, her feet twisting slowly on the ends of nearly impossibly long and skinny legs.
Thomas was six years old when his diminutive mother’s boyfriend disappeared and she started gaining weight, and honestly considered his little sister his gift when she was born just before his seventh birthday, and promised he’d stay and help take care of her instead of running away like his father and her boyfriend.
He had kept his promise, helping his mother any way he could, and the three grew as a close knit group, the fantasy family for the still relatively young mother, as she had Thomas when she was only fourteen herself.
That is, until Tonya grew through her sixth year.
It would have been hard enough if she didn’t seem to have been specifically built to his specifications: narrow of body, no hips at all, no breasts at all, that fabulously padded bottom just waiting to be spanked, and long, slender limbs ending in magnificently long and narrow hands and feet, oh those wonderful feet she’s just waving around nearly in his face, waiting to be licked! All wrapped in pale skin that so quickly showed red marks when slapped or pinched – Is her bum actually bruised from Uncle Mike’s birthday spanking? He did seem to be slapping kinda hard, but she was laughing all the time – and topped with beautiful long golden blonde hair.
He took a deep breath and tried to rein himself in before he came in his pants in front of them both. Looking up at his mother didn’t help at all, as the narrow-hipped almost-thirty-year-old was a few stretch marks and a c-section scar – both of which seemed to be less obtrusive than he remembered from last summer – away from easily being able pass for his age, and maybe even a developing pre-adolescent. Well, and probably some thicker pubic hair, he thought as he pried his eyes away from almost modest panties that hid any that would be there. And I can barely see her stretch marks at all now!
He knew what the bra hid, tiny bumps for breasts that weren’t even big enough to feed the not even five pound baby her nearly as small as her boyfriend had fertilized in her. She still tried to breastfeed Tonya as much as possible, but it was nearly always necessary for her to pass the infant off to him and the bottle he always had waiting in his hand.
Realizing it was possible his sister would grow up to be possibly even smaller than their mother, he once again had to just close his eyes and take a deep breath or chance blowing in his pants.
“The TV, Tonya, turn it off.”
“Yes, Mommy.”
The color drained from Tommy’s face as his tiny sister stood and pulled her panties off. His mind scrambled for something to say, someway to explain what just happened after his mother just happened to say the trigger phrase he had chosen when he started subliminally training the now naked little girl. Who says it like that anyway? She never tells Tonya to do anything like that anyway, she knows I always have the remote!
As much as he knew he was busted, as much as he knew he had to think of something quick, he was completely unable to as she stood first facing him so he could see her perfectly smooth little slit, then turned to their mother to show a perfectly unobstructed view of her beautiful bottom, hypnotically swaying as she approached the older female.
“Tonya, Baby. I’m sure you don’t remember, but some of the most wonderful times of my life were when my children were suckling. Could you let Mommy relive those moments?”
Tommy couldn’t believe it as the naked girl climbed into their mother’s lap and lips he knew from many kisses were impossibly soft wrapped around a stiff nipple. Until then, he didn’t even realize his mother had removed her bra! But there his sister sat, happily suckling and opening and closing her smooth legs, giving him quick flashes of that wonderful, tiny slit.
“Tommy? It meant so much to me that you were always there to help me feed your sister. Would you prepare a bottle now? Please?”
He was having trouble processing what their mother was saying, but she looked so much like she wanted him to play his part again, he just went into autopilot and ran to do his part. It didn’t even occur to him to question why everything was right where he expected and needed it to be, even though Tonya hadn’t had a bottle for over four years, but was happy to return to the same scene he’d left, his totally naked sister sitting in his half naked mother’s lap, sucking happily at her tiny breasts.
He walked slowly over and sat in his normal position, to his mother’s left, and gave himself the luxury of straightening his sister’s long blonde hair. Every time he brushed and styled it, he was amazed at how soft it was, and just added to his lust for the tiny body, which was suddenly sliding off of their mother’s lap and into his.
It was just too much for the teenager when the so soft bare bottom slid across his bare thighs, completely so since he had opted to wear his smallest pair of athletic shorts, without underwear at that, and he did literally cum in the thin cloth garment. It was probably the hardest orgasm he’d had since he began having them, and seemed to last forever as his sister’s smell flooded his nose and her body pressed against his.
When he finished, she still sat, looking at him expectantly, and their mother had to lift his arm to bring the bottle up to her mouth, he noticing his cum on his sister’s thighs when he glanced down to see what the older female was reaching for.
“Mom! I...uh...”
The look on her face told him there was no need to explain, and in fact, there was nothing to explain. She had found the speakers he had planted under their beds to subliminally train them in their sleep.
“Happy Birthday, silly boy.” She whispered in his ear as Tonya sucked happily on her bottle “Did you really think I’d be so hung up on nudity and you and Tonya being a little more touchy-feely than brothers and sisters usually are?”
He was now not only stunned, but a bit drained from the intense orgasm he had “Um...yes?”
Their mother reached over to play with her daughter’s hair “Tonya, Sleep.” and continued talking to him as the little girl slumped in her brother’s lap.
“Well, I don’t mind,” She continued aloud, “As a matter of fact, I like it! And I’ll continue to let the programming play every night to make sure I don’t turn prudish on you.
“To be honest, I found the speakers under Tonya’s bed first, and was able to track down your subliminal program. It was a bit crude, but I understand you had to make it from what you could get for free online, so I went ahead and bought a professional hypnosis system, made sure to include what you wanted, and put her, and me, though my own programming.
“I used your trigger words, but decided to put in a few of my own. After you trigger her hypnotic state, if you say ‘Baby’ after her name, she’ll want to be babyish. If you say ‘Honey,’ she’ll act like her age. ‘Naughty Girl’ will help make sure you never do that in you pants again, cute blush, by the way, and if you ever feel sadistic, ‘Bad Girl’ will make her accept as much of any punishment you want to give her.
“Oh, and I’ve also programmed her to realize anything she does when you’re around is being done as a show for you, so expect a lot of panty shots in public and maybe even things that will get her punished when we’re at home, if she’s feeling masochistic, which I know I am and I’m pretty sure she is. I hope you don’t mind.”
Thomas was still reeling from it all, but nearly cried in happiness as his fingers explored flesh he only hoped to feel in another six months at best, and then only when their mother wasn’t around. His eyes explored the older female’s face for any trace of mischief, but found absolutely none.
“The TV, Mom, turn it off.”
“I didn’t go that far,” the older female laughed, “But what the heck.”
She pulled her panties down and off over her bare feet, and stood to show him a slit as smooth and perfect as the one his fingers currently toyed with.
“I think we need to give you and your sister a bath. Then maybe you can help me shower?”
