GooGoo Glass Beta Test (Part 2)

Goo Goo Glasses Part 2
Deadly giggled and smiled ear to ear around his pacifier, pawing energetically up at the rotating mobile above his head. The blue cat, the tech who had been assigned to the red fox, had had it installed that very evening, and was clearly enjoying how much pleasure Deadly was getting from it. The fox giggled some more, rolling over in his crib, squishing his already wet diaper in the process, and wiggled all four limbs up in the air, a sign that every parent knew was a baby's way of saying 'pick me up.' The only problem with this situation was that the fox, Deadly, wasn't a baby, he wasn't even a child. The fox was a fully grown adult, twenty two years old. His apparent babyish behaviour was only the result of some cruel experimentation that had been conducted on him, using suggestive hypnosis and subliminal messaging embedded in glasses to hypnotize him, regress his mind to that of a newborn child. Since then he had been pent up in diapers, nurseries, and cribs, all of which he was in at that very moment, and, quite regularly, forced to commit sexual acts to the pleasure of one high-collared executive, Mark Lyer, who had seen the fox 'reprogrammed' to a nearly blank state months earlier... Or had he?
"Good night, Deadly, I'll see you in the morning!" the tech said, Deadly had never learned his name, and the fox yipped in pleasure at the attention, waving his paws and giggling, bright eyed. As soon as the tech had left the room, a small personal nursery for Deadly with little more than a changing table, a crib and some toys, shutting off the lights on his way out, Deadly spat out the pacifier onto the bedding and sighed mightily. His plan was so close to fruition.
"Gawd eyy howpe dis wooks..." Deadly said, or, rather, tried to say, tongue still fat and unresponsive after days and days of sucking on the huge, adult sized bulb of his pacifier, humiliating beyond anything the fox had ever done, but utterly necessary for the preservation of his disguise. One slip up, one little hint that he wasn't the perfectly obedient little babbling kit that everyone in the facility thought he was, and he'd get another full reprogramming session, this one likely much more thorough than his previous one, and, unlike the first time, the odds that he would be able to, however slowly, piece his mind back together from the scraps was next to nothing. He had one chance, and, if he blew it, he also knew what his fate would be. Never the less, he had to try. But first, he needed a diaper change.
"Dith thucks..." Deadly murmured to himself, lifting up his Blue's Clue's bed sheet to look over his badly soaked diaper, the blue paw-print shaped leak guard on the front gone to a watery yellow with his urine. While the fox had, over a month or two, he wasn't exactly sure of the timeframe, been able to piece his nearly full cognition back together from what bits and pieces had been left over from the shredding of his mind, one thing that hadn't returned was all, or, for that matter, any of his bladder or bowel controls. Maybe if he escaped he would be able to use a toilet again, and not need to walk around wearing underwear the thickness of a romance novel, but, as sad as it was, Deadly knew that this was wishful thinking. He had 'woken up,' as it were, almost a month earlier, and had tried his best to regain control of his bladder, or at least his bowels! But nonetheless, no matter how hard he tried, every day, four or five times, Deadly would hear his belly gurgle, or feel a light pinch on his bladder, and feel his behind grow squishy, his front grow warm and soggy, or both at once. Hiding his humiliation during the diaper changes, always done by his tech, the blue cat, was one of the hardest, most horrible parts of the act. But, like everything else, it was necessary.
Like he always did, Deadly pushed the pacifier back into his mouth, he would be in trouble if the tech found him without it, and quieted his mind. He would need his sleep for tomorrow, his big day, the day he got out of this damned place, and, if everything went according to plan, revenge on that goddamn cougar that had used him like a mindless sex toy for the past two months!

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By the time Deadly's gaily painted hardwood nursery door swung open, the tech hurrying in with Deadly's morning bottle of formula, the fox in the crib was already well awake, though, to any onlooker, he was sound asleep, lying on his side, facing away from the door, head on his pillow, one arm underneath the blankets, one arm above. The tech smiled at his little fox kit. He had a strong sense of affection for the todd, he was one of the most well behaved of the bunch. Truly, the blue cat had never seen a more perfectly reprogrammed cub. He lowered the bars on the one side silently, not wanting to startle Deadly, before putting one arm comfortingly on the fox's shoulder, nursing bottle in the other palm, before pulling the fox with the flickering eye's pacifier out, and pushing the nipple of the formula bottle in.
Deadly drank as enthusiastically as ever. He would need the strength, so, like always, the fox suckled on the nursing bottle's nub, curling up like a baby , left hand, still concealed, tightening around the extra-large executive paperweight that the fox, very true to his species, had smuggled out of one of his 'sessions' with Mark Lyer. The thing was made of granite or some such material. The tech had no idea what was about to happen.
When the chunk of rock impacted the blue cat's head, right below the temple, clenched tightly in Deadly's hand, the nursing bottle fell from his paw, a look of total and complete shock painted across his face. Fine-tuned by weeks of wrestling with the other 'cubs' of the nursery, Deadly coiled up and sprung, tackling the tech to the ground. He was thin and lanky, and Deadly, who had actually put on both weight and muscle in his time here, easily pinned his caretaker. The feline was stunned and pinned, but not beaten, and started to squirm admirably as he realized what was happening. Before he would work either of his shoulders free of Deadly's legs, however, the fox had hastily grabbed up the pair of yellow, swimming-goggle shaped glasses, a newer model of the very glasses that had been used to regress Deadly, and, with the ferocity of someone who had had to endure a hundred and twenty diaper changes without so much as a peep, slapped the glasses over his tech's face, and started talking.
"Hao doo deese wook?" Deadly demanded, his feirce tone losing much of its intimidation as he stumbled over vowels, sylables, and sentences, long confinement in silence and a pacifier having taken their toll on his verbal skills. Nevertheless, he got his point across, and the blue cat started talking imediately.
"Y-you were just pretending!" the tech said, starting to struggle again, hands trying to get at the goggles. Deadly kept him pinned fast, and he continued, "I won't tell you anything!"
"Den I'll puth aww da buttons!" Deadly hissed at his captor, feeling something warm and wet under his paws. For once, it wasn't Deadly who had wet himself. "Tell mee!"
"A-alright, alright! Just don't touch the buttons, please!" the blue cat begged, clearly little more than a pussy, himself, and, in a few minutes, explained the rather simple uses of the three panels of controls on the top of the glasses: one controlled level of regression, the second controlled time, the third, a switch, was the input for whether the conscious mind would cease to exist, or live on, stuck as a prisoner inside their own brain. Deadly shivered at the very thought.
With the goggles over his eyes, as good as a gun against his head, the tech didn't resist. Deadly fiddled with the dials and switch a bit, before hitting the big red button on the top, the universal symbol for 'power on,’ the cat beneath him whimpering.
The glasses hummed a bit as gleaming buttons of light started to appear on the back. Deadly knew better than to look at them, and felt the cat promptly stop squirming, clearly not very resistant to suggestion himself. The cat started to whimper, then cry as his mind regressed, Deadly, ever resourceful, popped his own pacifier into the newly regressed kitten's mouth, silencing him instantly, and then stood up, looking down over his new prisoner.
Deadly hadn't regressed him permanently, just for three hours. If the fox wasn't long gone by then, it scarcely would matter if the cat woke up or not. Maybe out of sympathy for someone who, like Deadly, no longer had control of their body's waste disposals, or maybe out of a desire to repay the favor to someone who had, hundreds of times, cleaned the fox's own muddy bottom, Deadly sighed, and picked the cat, now wet eyed and soggy bottomed, up out of the puddle of his own pee, and onto the small nursery's changing table. There was a rather large supply of diapers in the room, luckily, because the cat wasn't the only one who needed a change. Deadly had thought about waiting until the cat had finished changing his diaper before springing his trap, but the odds that he would smell the trick were too high, what with the granite paperweight and all.
At any rate, Deadly had undergone the process enough times to know how to change a diaper. With careful hands, Deadly stripped the tech naked, discarding his soaked, unwearable pants, but keeping the luckily untainted white lab coat for himself. Now naked, the techy cat was wiggling and babbling to himself in his soaked underwear, which Deadly promptly removed, grinning with satisfaction at how embarrassing this would be for him when he woke up. "Kawmath a bit'th, mann," Deadly giggled, lifting up the cat's legs in a paw and slipping one of the babyish diapers, printed with toys, under the cat's loins and powdering him. With any luck, the hypnosis would affect him the same way it had Deadly, and the tech would be as concerned with his own diaper in future as he was with those of the initiates.
Taping the thick diaper up around the babbling, cooing cat's waist, Deadly wasted no more time, dropping his regressed prisoner off in what had once been his own crib, pulling the tech's lab coat on over his own soaked, squishy diaper and locking the bars of the crib in place. Deadly headed out the door, clipping the goggles and the remote controller for them onto the lab-coat's belt and trying to hide his waddle as he walked like a drunken toddler down the hallway to the nursery. Deadly had been led through the hallways dozens of times, and knew the layout pretty well. Nobody was ever in them, except for the blue cat and the occasional stray cub, but still, even as an incontinent twenty two year old fox, forced to spend the past two months as an overgrown, hypnotized baby, some dignity had to be preserved, you know?
Deadly passed by the main room of the nursery and continued on. He knew from experience exactly where Mark, the executive who had repeatedly violated him, had his office. For all Deadly knew it was the only office in the whole place, since there was one hallway linking the nursery complex to his office, and that was it.
Before entering, Deadly put his ear against the wooden door to hear if he had to enter under fire, or lie in wait. There were sounds, but none that betrayed the presence of anything other than a ceiling fan in the office, so, girding his loins, Deadly pushed the door open a pinch, looking in. The office was devoid of life, thankfully, and Deadly soon tiptoed in, grinning with satisfaction at how well his plan had gone, thus far. Shutting the door quietly behind him, the red vulpine waddled his way over to the hardwood desk that belonged to Mark Lyer, motor skills rather rusty after weeks and weeks of crawling or being carried everywhere, and opened a drawer. Stationary supplies. Next drawer. Paperwork. Next drawer. Sex toys. He switched to the other side, gritting his teeth. First drawer. Chocolate bars, literally hundreds of them. Next drawer...
"Ah-ha!" Deadly said out loud, grabbing up the little remote control in his hands. This one was a bit bigger than the one that controlled the glasses, and was red instead of crime-tape yellow. Truth be told, Mark Lyer loved sex, especially when the people on the receiving end were helpless to resist him. Deadly had personally been taken by the grey cougar three or four times a week since his arrival here, and, horrible as the thought was, had no choice but to play along, following every order, every command to the T, or risk having his cover blown, and mind erased back to babyhood once more, still the big cat's plaything. But not today, today Deadly was going to get some sweet, sweet revenge, and he was going to use the cougar's own toys to do it with.
As unusual as it sounds, Mark was one of those people who loved hidden things: guns hidden throughout his house, little compartments in his car to store money, or, in his office, invisible bondage devices that pervaded the entire room. God knows how he got them built in, but Deadly knew they were they, and even knew the specific location of many of them. After all, he had been on the receiving end of many of their sexual torments.
Deadly's vulpine hearing clued him in to the sound of footsteps outside the door, and, physically jumping in fright, Deadly crawled underneath the four-corner executive desk. It was one of the expensive, hardwood constructions that had a wooden panel that went down three quarters of the way down to the floor, so Deadly knew himself to be almost invisible. But, of course, Mark wouldn't be looking for people hiding underneath his desk; he would be looking for creative ways to stick things inside of a new, unwilling test subject. The door that came from the lab's reception room opened, and Mark Lyer's dominant strut carried him into the room, quickly followed by a new subject. The fox couldn't see what was happening from his little hideaway, but he could hear every word. Most of them were exactly the same as what he had been told upon arriving here.
"Welcome to Macrosoft. Blah blah blah. Wearable computers. Blah blah blah. What makes you qualified. Blah blah blah. Put this on. Blah blah blah," Mark Lyer said, sitting down at his desk, knees mere inches from Deadly's face. The fox hated hearing the new initiate, another fox, being lied to and deceived, just as Deadly had, and wished, nearly at the point of panting with anger and frustration, that he could do something to help the new vulpine, to save him from the same fate that he had been forced to endure, but knew it was impossible. He had to wait until his time was right, or else he would just wind up recaptured, and, more likely than not, wind up having his diaper changed by a technical officer for the rest of his life, as far as he knew.
"Put these on," Mark said, and handed the hypnosis goggles over to the new initiate, before fiddling with the settings and hitting the power button. Deadly was nearly hissing and quivering as he heard the cougar rattle out his series of trance-testing questions, all of which the fox answered quickly and honestly, however personal they might have been. It was only when the cougar ordered the new fox to undress, which he promptly did, despite having identified himself as straight in the questioning, and lie down over the big cat's desk, that Deadly knew his time was almost upon him.
Hypnotized victims can be extremely obsessive, Deadly had noticed during his time in nursery land. Everything had to be in straight, orderly lines and columns, unless the victim was deliberately ordered otherwise. As such, Deadly had guessed, and correctly, that the fox would lean over the direct center of the desk on the side facing the door, legs spread, tail hole open, ready for entry. Mark, being the horn dog he was, paid no attention to the fact that, as he lubed up his barbed cock and leaned over the todd from behind, ready to stick it to him until he was sated, he had laid both of his open palms right over the decorative engraved squares that marked one of his own, personal traps.
"Ah-ha!" Deadly yelled from under the desk, pressing the button that he knew from experience signalled the desk's built in cuffs to activate. The fox, from his viewpoint, had an excelent view of his tormenter's lower body, which, the shock of realizing that he had been caught in his own trap wearing off, started to quake readily, Mark's deep baritone voice ringing out.
"What the hell is this? John, is this some idiot trick of yours? I'm trying to conquer some virgin asshole here, do you mind?" the big cougar squealed, yanking on the leather lined steel cuffs which now kept him pinned against the table, cock stuck inside the fox, unable to withdraw his penis, "What the fuck, man! Get me out of this these, you asshat! I'll have your job for this."
"I dun wowk hewe," Deadly hissed, crawling out from behind the desk to confront the cougar who had repeatedly raped him, ready, willing, and, thanks to the kinky executive's foreward-thought, able to return the favor in kind.
"Deadly?" The cougar said, confused, "what the hell are you doing here? Let me out of this, now!" Mark sounded as though he was trying to order around a well hypnotized initiate, but, thanks to Deadly's slow, agonizing purge of all suggestions from his mind, the executive had no legs to stand on in that regard.
"Shuddup," Deadly ordered, waddling his way over to the cougar, brimming with satisfaction as Mark's expression changed from shock to confusion, to denial, then to anger.
"You won't get away with this, fox boy! Even if you get out, this corporation has arms longer than my stretch limousine. You'll be back here, eating out my asshole in a week, tops."
"I dun tink sow," Deadly said, smirking, and took the pair of goggles off of his belt. The cougar's eyes went wide, and he physically tried to move away from Deadly, impossible, seeing as how he was both still bound by the wrists to his desk, and had his barbed cock inside of the new fox, who was dopily taking it up the ass like a champ.
"No... No, no, listen. I can get you out of here, no strings attached. Nobody will come after you unless I tell them to..." Mark Lyre said, as close to begging as his ego would allow, but could only grit his teeth in anger as Deadly, unconvinced, strapped the lemon coloured goggles around his head anyway. The big cat jerked away as best he could, but was quickly cornered and trapped, the head strap quickly tightened snugly around his head, immovable.
"You gonna do evwythin I tew you to," Deadly said, as sternly as someone with a three year old's list could, patting on the top of the goggles for emphasis. The cougar scoffed.
"There's no way you could know how to use those, and even if you did, you wouldn't dare use them if you knew what the consequences would be..."
"Thereth thwee diaws. A babee could figga dis out," Deadly said, "so unwess you wana join aww your cubs in newsewy wand, you gonna do what I tell ya."
The big cat seemed suddenly less prone to fight back. After all, the threat of spending the rest of one's life as a mindless baby would give anyone, even a big wig executive like Mark, pause for thought. The cougar growled, but knew he had lost this fight.
"What do you want, foxy?" Mark asked, trying to maintain a sense of power in the situation. Deadly pounced on the opportunity.
"One. You're gonna shut down dis pwogwam," Deadly said, trying to sound as intimidating as he might, "Two, you're gonna let aww da cubs in the nursewy go, an make 'em stawp acting wike babies. And twee, you're gonna wet me have my way with you, one way or anodder."
The cougar seemed visibly shocked by this list of demands, and expressed his opinions quickly, clearly, and concisely, "You're crazy! I can't do any of that stuff."
"You got no choice, kitty," Deadly scoffed, giving the cat a swat on the rear, just to emphasize who had the power in this situation. Mark, not having expected the spanking, jerked forward into the fox again, who moaned as he was further penetrated. "You do what I say, oww you can say goodbye to usin' potties. Understand?"
The cougar growled over his shoulder at Deadly, who sized up the big cat's ass very nicely. Virgin, as far as Deadly could tell, and very tight besides. "You're despicable," Mark said, still in a mixture of a hiss and a growl, "fine, I'll do what I can, just please get your hand away from that fucking button!"
"Good boy!" Deadly said, grinning and patting the newly submissive cat on the head, happy at how much improved his powers of speech were becoming with the frequent use. "Just as a notice, you're nawt gonna enjoy dis."
"Fuck you," Mark said as he felt Deadly's hand on his exposed arse, feeling up his taught, muscular behind and even going so far as to prod a finger right inside him, making the cougar jump a bit.
"Fuck me?" Deadly asked, grinning, before sticking one of his fingers, thoroughly unlubed, right into the cougar's virgin anus, "Fuck you." Mark's erection quickly faded, and, no longer impaled on the cat's cock, Deadly ordered the other fox, thoroughly hypnotized, into a corner of the room as he took advantage of the cougar's helplessness and exposed posture, playing around a bit with his fingers before giving the executive an ultiimatum, "alwight, Mawk. One wong move, one thing I dun wike, one bit of hesitation, and it's back to diapees fow kitty. Undestand?"
Mark took a while to answer, a little proccupied with the fox that was thoroughly enjoying himself by playing with the cougar's asshole. Eventually, however, Mark saw the writing on the wall and agreed, "yes. I'll do whatever you say."
Deadly smiled, boasting the remote control in one hand, and pushed the button to release Mark from the cuffs, "dun move," the fox said, smirking, the cougar in perfect position to take a cock right up his ass. The half naked executive, now quivering with shame and fear of what was about to happen to him, had to watch as Deadly picked up Mark's bottle of lube from where he had left it on his desk, slowly, ever so slowly pull down his soaked diaper to his knees, before stepping out of it, and lubing up his mostly erect vulpine cock. It was larger than average, a fact that Deadly was happy to put onto display as he took his place of honour right behind the clearly reluctant executive cougar, making sure to draw out every moment of the psychological torment for him. He grabbed a hold of the loose, furry skin on Mark's sides and took aim, fully erect now, right at his newly stretched virgin pucker, but, as any experienced gay guy knows, you don't just thrust into your partner willy nilly. No, you have to play with them, first, especially if you've got 'bigger' plans later on, as Deadly did. Still, it was hard to go slowly when the cougar hadn't extended him the same courtesy, after all. At any rate, the fox settled for the knowledge that, with no experience of having his tail hole fucked before, this was going to be a very 'filling' experience for the big cat, especially with as tight of an ass as he had.
Deadly pressed the tip of his cock against Mark's slightly stretched tail hole, he had deliberately gone light on the foreplay so that the stretching and lube would only take the edge off, and he would still feel every inch of the fox's cock inside him. He inserted his member slowly, meticulously, savouring the sound of grating teeth concealing a groan as the executive clearly contemplated running, then thought the best of it as Deadly slowly, thoughtfully, pushed his cock deeper into his new bitch's ass. Eventually, Mark couldn't hold his moans anymore, and started to mew like a cat in heat as the fox worked further and further into him, bareback, pulling out and pushing back in after he had tightened up a bit, just to stretch him open all over again. It was pure pleasure for Deadly, and pure agony for Mark, who was digging his nails into the hardwood of his desk, and blushing madly. Gradually, Deadly increased his pace, pushing in and out, faster and faster, adding his own moans to the growing mantra as the cougar's thoroughly stretched asshole now hugged the fox's entire length, the knot at the base the only thing that wouldn't quite fit. As much as Deadly would have liked to know this prick and cum in him for the next fifteen minutes or so, he knew he had to make this quick. Even so, when he reached orgasm, it was one of the most explosive he had had in years, his cock flooding cum into the used asshole of his once rapist, now that the tables had turned, especially given that he literally hadn't gotten off to anything in months. That would have been way too risky. With nothing to keep it in, much of Deadly's semen drooled down the back of the cougar's quivering rear and legs, matting into his fur.
"Don't move, I said," Deadly said firmly, correcting the cat as he tried to get up off the table, and waved the remote control, still clutched in his hand, menacingly. "I'll be right back," Deadly kicked his used diaper under the desk, and dug through one of the drawers, the one that had had all the sex toys in it. It was an impressive collection, boasting dildos of all shapes and sizes. The one Deadly finally settled on was baby blue, and in the shape of a flared stallion's cock. It as half again as big as Deadly's cock, and when he lined it up with the exhausted cougar's asshole, all the big cat could do was wiggle and moan as the huge dong was inserted nearly fully into his open, badly stretched rectum nearly all the way, only the wide suction cup at the base sticking out. "Now lie down," Deadly said, grinning savagely, and went over to the case of blue diapers in the corner, getting one.
"N-no... please, not that..." Mark moaned, shaking his head.
"Alright, then," Deadly said, and switched on Mark's goggles.
"N-NO! Alright, alright! I'll do what you say, please!" the cougar begged, falling to his knees in front of the half naked fox, who grinned, absolutely mad with power.
"Gee, I can see why you like this so much," Deadly said, pushing the cougar over onto his back, extra thick sleep diaper in hand, and disengaged the program, "it's fun, in a sick, sadistic sort of way." With the big cat totally broken in front of them, Deadly had a front row seat as he blushed and whimpered to himself, all dignity and pride forgone, as Deadly put the diaper on him, drawing the process out as long as possible, meticulously making certain that all the leak guards were facing outward, and that the baby powder was worked thoroughly into his fur. When Deadly finally got around to pulling the front of the sky blue diaper, babyish as can be, up around the cougar's waist, Mark was almost at the point of tears. When he was finally done, Deadly turned to leave, "the world's going to hear about this, and when it does, Macrosoft is going to blame you. You and everyone else in this program, you realize that, right?" Deadly asked, turning around, "I suggest you clean this up yourself, before you get cleaned up with it," and then moved to leave the room.
"No..." Mark said, breathing heavily, burning with frustration and rage, "that' can't happen... I can't let that happen!" The cougar, driven on by the flaming wall of hatred and humiliation that he had been forced to endure, leapt at Deadly with feline reflexes. The fox only managed to hit the big red button in the center of the remote control by total accident. He had had his finger trained on the button the whole time, and luckily, too, because the effects didn't hit the cougar instantaneously, like they had with the blue cat. His dash turned into a skip, a walk, he fell to his knees, started crawling, still in Deadly's direction. When the big cougar finally fell over on his side, the front of his diaper discoloring, quivering all over, Deadly had already left, scavenging Mark's pants and dress shirt, they were big enough to fit the fox, and, after two long months of degrading, humiliating confinement, Deadly got the hell out of that building, but first, he did something he’d been waiting to do since he first pieced his mind back together.
Running over to the executive’s desk, he picked up the bright silver laptop that had been there since he had first arrived, knowing full well that, without evidence, he’d be seen as a lunatic by any authorities that he contacted. On his way back to the door, the red fox smirked ear to ear, produced a big, adult sized pacifier from his back pocket, the same one that had been used to silence him for so long a time, and stuck it into Kyle’s mouth.
“Heh, who’s got an oral fixation now?” He said, taking one of the many cases of diapers that were lying around for the road.