Trent blushed bright red. He shrugged. He couldn't bring himself to betray his new Master, no matter how hard part of him wanted these men to save him. "My name is Trent, and I'm just a little boy. I didn't see anything, Mr. Policeman. I just like to be a good boy for my poppa."
Big Poppa beamed down at Trent. "Good boy!" He pounded his chest, rubbed his belly and suddenly an enormous BELCH escaped him. "I'm very proud of you boy for defending your poppa."
The two officers waved thier hands in front of their noses. A stink filled the air. "Sir," Officer Reilly said. "This boy may not be cooperating, but I'm afraid if you don't allow us to have a look around, we'll just have to get a warrant. We've had a lot of complaints about this farm."
Officer Ramone winced. "Man that's some bad breath you got there fatso."
Big Poppa smiled. He belched again. "It's not bad breath. It's just obedience gas which I've been blowing in your faces since you two arrived."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Officer Ramone reached for the radio on his belt.
"Stop what you're doing," Big Poppa declared.
The two officers froze.
"Now Trent, these two don't remember it, but they've been here before. They come fairly regularly. And every time, I have fun with them, wipe their minds and send them on their way."
Trent stared, wide-eyed, slack-jawed. The officers looked like two frozen statues. It excited and terrified him at the same time.
"I can make these men do anything I wish," Big Poppa strolled over to them, patted their cheeks, pushed his enormous belly up against them. "I can make them into anything I choose. How does that make you feel, Officer Reilly?"
"Please, Big Poppa. You gotta let us go," Officer Reilly was suddenly able to say.
"All your memories are returning, aren't they? Well, you'll be on your way just as soon as I've had a little fun. Both of you, strip naked." Big Poppa stepped back and watched, arms crossed over his hairy chest. The two officers began to unbotton their shires, remove their belts. They foled thier uniforms neatly onto the end table, removed thier undershirst and socks, and finally their underwear. Ramone wore white briefs, while Reilly wore blue boxer-briefs. Reilly had an average build with a dusting of body hair across his stomach and chest. A thick dick swung feely between his beefy thighs.
Ramone was in better shapre, with well defined pecs and big biceps, as well as a generous endowment of his own.
"Officer Reilly," Big Poppa said. "You are not in love with me. You want nothing more than to come over to me, remove my overalls, play with my belly and kiss my big fat butt." Instantly Officer Reilly hurried over to Big Poppa and started to unbuckle his overalls. He ran his hands up and down the enormous ball shaped belly, pulled the overalls to the ground and started to mash his hands into the man's firm but incredibly beefy butt cheeks.
Big Poppa smiled as Reilly kissed his behind over and over. A big erection pushed upa gainst the bottom of his belly.
"Officer Ramone," he said. "Because my boy here was so nice and didn't try to rat me out, I"m going to reward him. You are not in love with him. You thing 10 year old Trent is the coolest guy in the whole world. And you want to be just like him. You'll follow him around all day like a naked puppy dog, desperate to hang out with him, desperate to spend time with him. You have such a huge crush on Trent, you'll never want to leave his side and you'll do anything he says."
Suddenly the handsome, naked man was staring longingly at Trent. "Oh man, buddy!" A huge smile spread across his face. "You're the coolest." He raced over to Trent, knelt by his side, placed his hands on his shoulder and ran his fingers through his hair. "I want to be your best friend in the whole wide world!"