Drake returns to the rundown, abandoned house he'd been squatting in outside the city. Snow lay thick here, as no plow bothered to clear the streets this far out in the middle of nowhere. The house wasn't even near the neglected road. Nothing but patches of trees were anywhere near the derelict house. And the closest naigbethood was also abandoned. No one ever came out here except for maybe some teens once a year for Halloween, wanting to explore the "haunted" house.
Drake waded through the knee high snow and unlocked the front door. As abandoned as it looked, he'd spent some time securing it. Boarded up windows and triple bolted doors made it impenetrable... And inescapable. This would make a perfect prison. And he could use the chronivac later to alter it however he wanted later.
This had originally been just a temporary shelter for Drake, but by dumb luck, he'd accidentally stumbled upon this dumps great secret. Whoever had originally lived here had been some kind of apocalyptic prepare.
A big old closet stood in the hallway, up against the wall, directly under the stairs. Behind moth eaten jackets was a false back which pooped open. Even this looked just like a dark dusty storage room. But in the floor was yet another hidden door.
A hatch down into a huge, ventelated, multi-chaimbered, sound proofed bunker. A heavy security door blocked the final entrance. Fortunately, Drake had found the code for it on a piece of paper upstairs. He'd long since changed it and committed the new code to memory. No one but him would ever get in or out of here without a ton of dinamite.
He sealed the door shut and found his precious baby doll from his sack of stolen goods. He walked past the bared doors to one of the other chambers. Concrete walls surrounded a baron cage. A tattered mattress lay on the floor of the large cage. A smaller dog cage sat in one cornwr. Various racks for bondage awaited use all around.
Outside the cage was a wall full of dildos, whips, paddels, cuffs, chastity cages, electro shock devices and more.
In one closet were leather outfits. Dog suits. Bondage straps and more. In a second closet were latex items of the same. In a third were all kinds of costumes. School girl outfits, school boy clothes, a kimono, a sailors outfit, prison clothes, slave rags, princess dress, and more. All the clothes were for someone of suspiciously small size. Not even Jeff's little brother form would fit that. Seems whoever originally lived here was a man of Drake's own heart.
He pulled out the baby doll and placed it on the dirty mattress. Then, using the chronivac on his phone, he turned Jeff back into the boy he'd turned himself into. Still asleep until Drake chose to "activate" him. And very much naked now.
Drake's heart skipped a beat at the sight of the boy. He was perfect. Or nearly so. There wasn't a hair on his body bellow the eyes. His skin was fare and light like a cupid's. His waste was slender, and his hips slightly wide, with a bubble butt. He could have passed for a little girl if not for the admittedly tiny penis laying limp between his legs.
Drake began to twerk the boy's body even more. Jeff shrank slightly more. Not becoming younger really, just proportionately smaller. Now he'd just about perfectly fit all the clothes, and be even cuter and more helpless.
Next he made Jeff's hair longer and silky soft. His face he made completely androgynous. Then he locked Jeff's age. It would be a waste to let this beautiful girly boy to ever grow up. He'd stay this cute and helpless forever.
Then he scrolled down to some slider and began twerking them.
Sensitivitet, normal to high.
Shyness, normal to max.
Hornyness, normal to high.
Orgasm, normal to only when permitted.
Ticklishness, low to max.
Flexibility, normal to high
Masechism, none to high.
Exhibitionism, low to high.
Sexual orientation, straight to gay.
Self identity, straight to in denial.
Gender identity, male to flexible but in deniel.
Physical age, 10 to 10.
Mental age, 18 to 10.
Emotional age, 18 to 6.
Defiance, normal to high.
Sphincter, normal to flexible and tight.
Jeff would wake believing he'd never been older. He'd also have less emotional development than his little brother. Yet be very resistant and definer. Fun to break down. He'd also be extremely turned on by everything happening to him, but be so shy and in denial he'd fight it every step.
Drake then began to twerk his own body. There honestly wasn't much to improve, but he bulked up even more, made himself be able to cum way more and many times in a row. And made his cock even bigger. Preportinately he was now a giant of a man too. Jeff would literally only be crotch hight to him. In fact, Jeff's mouth would be exactly cock hight to him, if Jeff stood on his toes. Let's see, was everything ready, or should he changed something else?