A whole day went by without anyone wandering into Jeff's room. Jeff started to think that his suspicions were incorrect – that his brother and family didn't rifle through his stuff.
"Well – at least I can start to trust them a little more" said Jeff.
Just then, the door opened and Jeff's brother Greg stumbled in. He was on the phone, talking to someone trying to arrange a hookup.
"Yeah – I really want to meet you, let me get some paper to write down your phone number."
Greg went to Jeff's desk and found Jeff laying there on the floor in front of this.
"What's this?" He picks Jeff up, smirked at the look on the front cover, thinking how much it looks like Jeff. He stopped for a moment and played with Jeff's leather strap dick shoving it in and out of his mouth and getting a chuckle.
Greg opens Jeff up and flips back to a blank page.
"OK – go ahead give me your number and your email address." Ah huh. Got it."
Greg jots down the information and a big fat marker on Jeff's page. It bleeds through to several pages below. Jeff instantly remembers and visualizes Greg's date. Greg then rips the page out of Jeff. It felt as if Jeff's ear got ripped off. Suddenly Jeff cannot remember what Greg had written.
Greg hung up, and started to flip through Jeff.
"Well well Jeffy – this looks pretty interesting. I have to save this for later."
Greg took Jeff out of his room and threw him under his pillow in His room.
"Well-" thought Jeff, "this isn't going exactly as I had planned, but should still be interesting."
Later that evening, Greg came back to his room and shut the door. He fished Jeff the journal out from under his pillow and opened him up.
Greg started reading early chapters, laughing about Jeff's memories of Greg, and how much he hated being picked on by his older brother.
"Well – if you thought I was picking on you then, I need to continue the favor" said Greg. Greg got out an eraser and started erasing out Jeff's name off the inside cover. "Oh no" thought Jeff "-er (what's my name?!) er- Dickhead – "what am I going to do?" "Will this permanently change my memories?" thought Dickhead.
Greg flipped through the pages, writing in snide comments on some of Dickhead's best memories. Dickhead suddenly felt shame and/or sad about some of his favorite memories. Greg's words became part of Dickheads memory. Dickhead now remembers how he was raised in a dump by wolves until Greg rescued him. He now worships Greg, and drooled like a troll any time Greg was around. After a few more scribbles, Dickhead now sexually desired Greg; and would do everything in his power to satisfy him. Greg ripped out a few pages here and there, thus erasing those memories from Dickhead's mind. Each rip felt like a part of Dickhead's body was ripped off.
After he had finished having his fun, Greg sat Dickhead down, and started getting ready for bed. When he came back to bed, he said "I think I will leave some new bookmarks for Jeff to find."
Greg flipped open Dickhead to the chapter where Jeff's memories of his first girlfriend were written down. Greg started rubbing the book all over his dick, starting to really get hard. He jacks off into Jeff the journal (now named dickhead), Spewing all over the pages. The ink that Jeff's memories were recorded in started to smear and run together. Dickhead knew he had a first girlfriend, but now couldn't remember anything about her; or whether how strongly his feelings were for her. Greg slammed Dickhead shut and stuck his leather dick strap back into his mouth. Dickhead thought "Is he going to leave me like this? Is he going to let his cum dry inside me? I hope it doesn't affect any more memories."
Greg continued this practice for the rest of the week. He left Dickhead about 10 new "bookmarks" in his pages, smearing all sorts of Dickhead's favorite memories. Some of Dickhead's best memories now or muddled together like a bad dream. They no longer made any sense. At the end of the week, it was time for Dickhead to transform back. The journal flew open, and started to unspool from the cover. The paper started to wad itself up into a human form. Dickhead was missing a couple of fingers, an ear, and some of his muscles due to the ripped out pages.
When Jeff tried to stand up, his arms and legs were glued to his sides. Greg's cum had fused pages together, which translated into the fusing of Jeff's loose limbs.
"Great – he thought. What do I do now?"