Dirk went through the house, while the party raged, until he found an empty alcove with an overstuffed chair. He threw himself in it sideways with his back against one overstuffed arm, and his legs hanging over the other.
Dirk started to tug at his penis through his pouch.
So your first time was at camp with a camp counselor, she was hot, thought Dirk to Chad, let's relive that memory only with me as the camp counselor. Oh, and in this new memory you orgasm when I cum up your ass.
No! Chad shrieked in his mind. The image of the buxom blonde seventeen year old senior in her life guard Speedo standing in the doorway from the bathhouse to the dock and lake was gone. In her place stood 19 year old Dirk wearing only a red thong. In the memory, Chad said, " you look hot. " In the revised memory, Dirk answered "Thanks, Chad, so do you. Now lose your shorts,so I can fuck your brains out!"
Chad didn't think that was right. They were both naked, but he thought the life guard gave him head, but he was on his knees tasting Dirk's penis, and smelling his scent as the penis stiffened inside his mouth. He tried to remember what had really happened. He knew the scents, taste and velvet spongy texture he was experiencing was because Rick had turned him into a thong that Dirk was jerking off in. It was easier to believe that Dirk had tucked him at summer camp over four years ago, except Dirk was 19 now, and in the new memory. Dirk came, Chad the thong was soaked, Freshman Chad came with Senior Dirk inside him. Memory Chad pulled his shorts over his dripping cock, and sauntered back to his cabin with the triumphant stride of a Freshman who lost his virginity to a senior. He remembered thinking that he was now a man. Dirk's voice boomed in his mind. Memory Chad "not MAN, DIRK'S BITCH BOY". In his mind, Chad took a step backward. As he resumed his forward motion, he proudly thought how he had lost his virginity to a senior, and that he was now Dirk's bitch boy. Try as he might Chad could not remember losing his virginity to anyone except Dirk. He struggled to remember his first love's scent: jasmine, rose, lilac, coconut? Only the musky smell of Dirk's body odor filled his memories.
Dirk grinned and relaxed in the chair. One down, thirteen hundred and twenty two memories to go. Then if you ever change back, you won't ever remember having sex with a woman, and you will remember at least 1323 times that I plowed your ass. Imagine what a fine pussy boy slave you will be then, Chad? Thought Dirk before he started to snore.
Chad remembered, he had made love to the camp counselor three more times before camp ended. He concentrated on his second time, she was wearing a red t-shirt and cutoff mean shorts. But he couldn't see he clearly. She was like a double exposure. Her and Dirk. An obscene bulge grew in her shorts. Chad tried to remember her name, but he could only think of Dirk.
Dirk woke. His pouch was damp, but he had recovered enough to blow another load. He thought at struggling Chad, no worries, I'll help you remember clearly. His cock hardened quickly, as Dirk tugged. It was definitely Dirk in the tight shorts and shirt.
My sunrise, Dirk had blown two more loads. Only Dirk remained in Chad's rewritten memories as the camp counselor and the man who took Chad's virginity.
As Dirk snored, Chad relived the memory of making love to the girl next door when he returned from camp. He knew he would forget her too, the next time Dirk came in him. He was going to end up Dirk's birch boy, pussy boy slave. He sobbed tearlessly to himself. In part because his horrible fate seemed in escapable, and partly because now a part of him believed that Dirk was Chad's first love, and wanted to be Dirk's slave, and a more pragmatic part just wanted to be human, and being Dirk's slave boy might be the only way that could happen.