June Exclusive - "Button" - Part 3 (Patreon)

Andrew doesn’t hear her. He’s too busy enjoying the sensation of the material against his genitals, so thick and soft, secure and reassuring.

“Good boy. You’re gonna like it even more when you have a tinkle. See? I told you I wasn’t a monster.”

This gets Andrew’s attention. He shakes his head, even as he sighs with pleasure. “Don’t tinkle,” he mumbles.

Millie giggles. “Oh, I think you will. Everyone does, because these are magic undies, and they make you have lovely tinkles, and then…” Millie nods knowingly. “Then you won’t have to worry about a thing.”

Andrew keeps shaking his head, even as his body responds to the treated material. It happens without warning.

“There you go,” whispers Millie, looking into the man’s face. “You couldn’t wait, could you. All your worries going bye-bye now.”

Andrew is confused by Millie’s words, confused by the spreading warmth in his crotch. Until he’s confused by nothing, because there is nothing to think about. Just the sensation. Just the best feeling of Andrew’s life. A tingling, buzzing pleasure in his crotch that courses through his body, before taking up residence in his skull, making his brain feel as though it’s going to melt like gooey chocolate, and Andrew wonders, what could be wrong with that?

“Wuh…”

“Mmm,” Millie says, taking his hands and swinging them back and forth. “Let it all out for Millie. Make your tinkles and see your sparkles.” She kisses his cheek. “Such a good baby.”

“Wuh-wuh-wuh,” Andrew replies, and when he looks down, he finds a menagerie of unicorns between his legs, of dancing fairies and rainbows.

It’s almost dazzling, nearly too much for his eyes to deal with, and yet Andrew keeps staring, gazing at the kaleidoscope of glittering colors.

“Wuhhh,” he says, a wondering breath, and then he is without breath, he is weak at the knees. The man’s eyes roll back in ecstasy, and it is up to Millie to hold him up for a few disoriented moments, until he comes back to life, back to his new reality.

“Happy pee,” Millie says teasingly, “right?” She cuddles Andrew until he can stand on his own two legs. “That’s what they’re calling the virus thing online.” She smiles. “Happy pee, that’s exactly what you just did.”

Andrew nods, not because he knows what ‘online’ means, or what a virus is. He nods in submission, knowing his place, his intelligence gone, replaced by something wonderful. Replaced with blissful sparkles. He leans forward and plants damp lips on Millie’s cheek, a kiss for the woman who has reduced him to infantile delight.

“Oh, my,” says Millie. “What a sweet boy! You like your magic undies?”

Andrew giggles. “Uh-huh!”

Andrew sighs in sweet surrender as Millie dresses him, first the shirt and then the shorts, and then a pair of socks. She talks as she works, and Andrew barely comprehends as the underwear keeps his reducing thoughts firmly distracted and delighted.

“We really do want to find a cure, but I can’t have people getting in the way. You don’t know about the experiments; you didn’t have the whole picture.” She giggles. “Well, you don’t have anypicture now. But that’s okay. You’re cute as a button, and I bet…I just have a very strong suspicion, that your mommy’s gonna love you to bits.”

Andrew nods. “Mommy…love...” He puts a finger in his mouth and mumbles around it, “Coo da budden.”

Millie giggles again. “What a silly boy you’re being. Your brain got all smooshy!” She cuddles him and then says, “See? No choo-choos, just like I promised. You look like a big boy.”

Andrew looks down at his clothes. The light blue collared short set, with white piping and smocked bunnies, and matching white knee socks. A remaining flicker of adult intelligence lets him remember what a big seller it had been. “Perfect for Easter!” the assistants had said, and so many MA customers had gone away dressed in the outfit, smiling from ear to ear.

And then the memory is gone, replaced by an urge to press down on his damp crotch, to squeeze out the last of the sparkles.

“Oh yes,” Millie says brightly, “your mommy’s going to just melt when she sees you in this.” She taps him on the nose. “What a cute bunny! Are you bouncy, honey, are you a bouncy little bunny?”

Andrew jumps up and down, giggling. “Uh-huh!”

Millie cuddles Andrew again, pats his bottom. “There. Now, you’re all done.” And then she looks thoughtful. “You’ve been such a good boy…I think you deserve a treat.”

Andrew gapes at the nice lady. What kind of treat does she have in mind?

He doesn’t have long to wonder. Millie takes Andrew’s hand and leads him back to behind his desk.

“There. You can press your special button now, sweetie.”

Andrew had forgotten all about the button, and indeed about the emergency. He points and blurts, “Wed!”

Millie grins. “You really are the smartest cookie, Andrew, it is red. But I wonder what the shiny red button does?”

Andrew nods, a finger creeping into his mouth as he tries his best to remember. But there’s nothing, the knowledge has faded away. All Andrew knows is that he’s cute as a button. That, and he wants to press the shiny red button.

He looks to Millie. She’s in charge, she’ll decide.

“Wanna pwess it,” says Andrew, mumbling around his finger.

Millie gives him a serious look. “And are you a good boy?”

Andrew nods ardently. “Uh-huh!”

Millie takes a second or two to consider Andrew’s claim, and then she says, “Okay, honey. You press it.”

Andrew doesn’t need telling twice. He crouches down on the floor and presses the button with wet but determined fingers. He giggles, clapping his hands with excitement. He can’t wait to find out what happens next.

To be completed...