#mind regression

[oifaaa]

It's funny how opinions can change over time for instance I used to want Bruce to be a good parent but then I realised how fucking boring that is to read at the end of the day comics are soap operas and I'm here for the drama

[nerdyagere]

Thinking about a regressor who hasn't really fully regressed before because they know how clingy and fussy they'll get and don't wanna burden whoever cares for them (it was already a big step to let someone care for them) until they start slipping a little too hard and too far for them to control so now they're not only clingy but upset because they didn't mean for this to happen so its extra bad but their CG is so gentle and so kind the whole time it really only makes them cry harder and they spend hours together, regressor bawling their eyes out and CG gently shushing them and holding them so tight and so close and waough

And after it all the regressor tries to avoid CG or immediately apologize but is cut off and told they don't need to apologize or better yet, "what are you sorry for?" and now they wanna cry again

Bonus points if the regressor had a childhood where they weren't allowed to express emotion especially negative emotion so this is really scary and new

[strialternatives]

rotten work

follow-up comic sequel to that accursed akechi palace formation one shot

[timmydraker]

Tim had a jumper that doesn’t seem all that special, but to Alfred, Bruce and Dick is incredibly important. Dare they say vital to caring for Tim.

It’s a big wooly thing, once a pale mossy green but now with a hint of brown and white from fading and use. It’s too big for him to the point that the sleeves have to be bunched up when worn and even than they hang over his hands.

It looks like a dress on him, which isn’t help but his naturally slim build.

The jumper is held in such high regard because when Tim puts it on it means that he’s not feeling like he usually does.

His confidence, his snark, his wit, and his mental strength is either hard to reach or impossible.

Tim, in the only instance he actually talked about what was going on when he wasn’t wearing the jumper, said he felt both like a tiny little fish in a giant pond and like his skin was a sheet of paper.

Bruce talked to Dinah about it and said it was most likely a form of mental regression, but Tim refused for it to be called him being ‘little’ or anything that would remind him of being a kid again.

Because he doesn’t act like a kid, but maybe it’s not right to associate Tim Drake with a normal child behaviour pattern. He doesn’t babble or whine or want to watch kids shows like Dinah had suggest he might, but he does go non verbal or only say one or two words in response to pretty much anything.

He puts his jumper on and will just… sit there.

Tim is always moving or thinking, always doing, but when he gets in his ‘jumper state’ as Alfred calls it, he tends to slow down completely and just want to sit somewhere warm and feel the fluff of his carefully maintained jumper.

Sometimes, he seeks out warmth outside of heaters and fires and the sun.

It’s on one of those days when Tim stalks down to the Cave with his jumper on, hair messy over his head and hands held up to his chest in an almost shy manner.

Jason notices him first and simply raises an eyebrow in confusion while Damian scoffs, “What on earth are you wearing, Drake? That looks moldy-“

But Tim doesn’t even look at him, eyes on the floor as he goes over to Bruce at the computer and pokes the older man’s shoulder once before retracting his hand.

Bruce immediately turns and opens his arms, an almost heartbroken look on his face as he lets Tim drawl onto his lap and bury his face in the crook of his neck.

“I’ve got you. Anything in particular or just one of those days?”

Tim speaks in a voice like a husk that Damian and Jason only hear because they’ve come closer and sound travels in the cave, “Janet, birthday.”

Bruce Wayne, The Batman, The Caped Crusader, then fucking coos and kisses his head before rocking him slightly.

“That makes sense. Do you need someone here tonight? I can call Dick or stay myself if you need.”

The two other boys in the room look at each other, shocked to hear Bruce say he will give up a patrol to seemingly cuddle someone.

Tim shakes his head, “Alfred.”

Bruce nods, kissing his head again and saying, “Thank you for coming to me so I can help you. I’m so proud of you for not making yourself go through this alone again.”

It’s not exactly a whine that leaves Tim, but it’s not a word that is Bruce’s answer.

Jason comes forward and awkwardly scratches the back of his head, “I don’t really know what’s going on, but can I like… help or something?”

Bruce smiled as Tim nods against him after a few moments, the boy in his arms turning to reach a hand out for Jason and then strangely patting the hand Jason offers up for him.

Damian, not trying to be rude but needing to understand what is going on, clears his throat and demands, “Explain what is wrong with Drake.”

Luckily Bruce had gotten better at understanding how his son communicates and looks to Tim for permission before answering, “Sometimes Tim needs to… be free of responsibility and just feel like a person for a bit. He isn’t always up for talking and just wants to be around people he trust, and me, Dick and Alfred have managed to convince him to actually come to us when he needs that.”

Bruce smiles at where at where Tim is holding Jason’s hand and swinging it around a bit before feeling over the rough calluses and thick fingers with apparent joy.

Damian frowns a little at his father’s explanation but nods regardless, “Very well, we shall set up the family room for the evening before we head out for patrol.”

Bruce smiled and pulls Damian’s head over to kiss his hairline as he hears Jason mutter, “Weird little guy, aren’t ya?”

Tim hums and pinches his finger and smiling at his older brothers yelp.

[umblrspectrum]

the Solver of the Absolute Fabric, the Void, the Exponential End acting like an entitled toddler is the funniest thing

[emacrow]

The Justice League hasn't heard from John in four months. It was Zatanna who got concerned first when his phone was disconnected.

Batman found out that he died saving an important little girl named ellie from a group of drug trafficker using her as a battery. How paled zatanna was said about the girl and John's deceased body disappeared in a green portal afterward, telling him what level of apocalypse could have accurate if she had died.

Zatanna Investigating the house of mysteries was the next plan of action, considering only Zatanna and Deadman knew that house was claimed by John with an amount of cursed items, books, and every other apocalypse related items.

Zatanna was only going to place seals upon and inside the house, so nobody would attempt to enter ever, except the house wouldn't let her open the front door.

Her blood felt ice cold as she kept trying to pull the door open, but no budge.

That was where she brought the Justice league in, thinking only someone sinister and patience enough placed a claim on the house after John died because if they did.

This was a code blood moon to them. This could be the universe ending on the other side if whoever had control in the house has every cursed item, weapons, and apocalypse making ritual books imaginable that John had collected over the years.

Before J'onn could slip intangible through the house, the door opened to reveal.... Ellie?

The girl who disappeared, wearing a red beanie and a bright smile.

"Oh good, John said you all would probably come here like headless chickens. Come in!" Ellie said, leaving the door open as she floated back inside.

The Justice League and zatanna look dumbfounded before J'onn, the brave soul went in first, saying that he felt no threat.

The house of mysteries seems to have a new type of decoration done, though still very creepy. Safety baby locks, anti plug in, and a bunch of ghost related toddler toys lay around.

A very massive in height man wearing a gravity defying cloak full of stars, hair whiter then snow with constellations braids with the stars themselves sat in the couch that was obviously too much for his massive form.

A squealing little toddler wearing a soft orange jumper with purple hair giggling loudly every time he smack his tiny hands hard onto a board with a bunch of green blob in 9 holes popping out randomly like some ghost theme whack a mole.

Zatanna glanced, looking down at the little boy and then back at the familiar massive tower entity smiling softly, his stardust freckles luminous glowing green with the frozen frost crown with nebula emblems inside floating innocently on his head as her eyes widen a bit.

"Zatanna, who is this guy?" Superman said, concerned in the back. The Justice League didn't know where to go defensive mode or stand down as there was a child present.

She bowed on her knees immediately on the ground, her eyes teary up with a sense of relief.

"I greet thy infinite Realm, Danny Phan-"

"Zatanna, I told you four times in a role. It's not worth repeating my whole titles. You can call me Danny, and no, i didn't win John's soul... I merely adopted him." Danny waves his hands lightly, miniature dwarf star float around lightly before reabsorbed back in his palm.

"It took me 5 years of planning with clockwork and ellie after John helped my realms from the GIW and their plan to make my people into non-living, and living batteries, even though the Justice League had help along with disbanding them. He grew onto me and my family, and seeing what would've become his cheese grated soul after he died was a big no-no in my book." Danny said softly, Ellie popping behind from his mass of white hair.

"I helped, even though now I'm a bit younger than I am now after that whole pretend to get captured by amateur traffickers, but I'd owed constantine for that prank idea for Dan."

The Justice League awkwardly sat on the opposite couch that suddenly appeared, zatanna sitting on the floor a few feet away from John, still playing on a ghost themed whack a mole board.

"Why is John acting like this?" Zatanna asked softly, pulling a handkerchief from her pocket to wipe her moisten eyes.

"Well, with the combination added years of his much overdue life, by cheating, swindling and dealing with the Supernatural, Gods, faes, and demons alongside the amount of pushed down trauma and PTSD John accumulated in his barely to be call a soul piece after dying in a perfect way for ectoplasm to fixed all of that to made him into a halfa." Danny continues to explain softly.

"His halfa core couldn't handle the weight of it all his soul pieces put together again, especially with his main soul piece being the size of broken miniature ball even after the others entities figured out I claimed and relinquished their contracts because they know I outrank them all, but John's core couldn't handle being put together all at once like that, especially how long he was with barely much of his soul left in the end once he died."

"In a simple way, all His memories, skills and everything in each soul pieces that was taken in between like a giant block of cheese being forced into a tiny mash sieve that was his current mind and body state right now, what Frostbite explain to me." Danny explained simpler with conjuring a solid glob of ectoplasm in his left hand, being pushed in a mold of mini sieve, barely any being pushed out except a couple of glowing liquid dripping.

"John is still the same John, only at where he was his safest mind state before all those deals, trauma, and everything that resulted into what he was, then that slowly returns with time. Only he is free now." Danny finished softly smiling, watching John ripe out a oooing blob ghost from the board with a gleeful squeal, smacking it on the board with delight, his tiny legs kicking in excitement.

Part 1 here <- part 3 -> here

[kkayyerr]

Childhood memories.

Summary: Little!reader gets anxious after a stressful day at work, so Spencer decides to cure her with the old known method

Warnings: Age regression, slight angst.

Usually, the soft blanket on your shoulders was the only thing that you craved after a long and stressful day at work. Your coworkers knew it, so by the time you were set on the couch, you were already covered in your favorite blanket. But today it wasn’t enough for you to calm yourself down.

You weren’t a fan of regressing in front of people, especially the one that you work with, but today’s case had clearly messed with your mind a little too much for you to stop yourself from slipping in.

„Is she alright?”

You heard Reid’s asking, and your grip on a blanket tightened. You absolutely despised the idea of them having to take care of you or even seeing you in such states, no matter how bad you actually needed to be taken care of.

You saw Derek whispering something to Spencer and then quickly turning around to leave two of you alone in the room, probably hoping that Reid would be able to deal with your current state better than anyone else.

“’M okay.”

You mumbled softly, forcing Reid into giving you a long, focused stare. He didn’t say anything, instead just picking up one of his books from a table and coming closer to you. He knew that you were lying, and you knew that as well. You just weren’t ready to tell the truth or ask for something, even though there was so much that you needed right now.

You were waiting for him to say something, but instead he just nodded, sitting next to you on the couch and putting his book aside for a moment. He glanced at you once more before gently putting his hand on your trembling shoulder.

„You’re really not okay, and it’s totally understandable.”

Your eyes widened when you heard his words, and you turned your head in his direction just to see a soft smile playing on his lips. You weren’t similar with someone being so understanding towards you, especially with things like that.

„You can trust me; I just want you to let all of those thoughts go, okay?”

You gave him a suspicious glaze, not really wanting to show your weaknesses to him.

You moved away from him, trying to suppress your need for comfort.

Trusting was always hard for you, especially in moments like that.

Reid nodded once again and then did the unexpected gesture.

„Pinky promise?”

He asked, as his little finger was now waiting to connect with yours. You blinked a few times before letting out a loud sigh and finally agreeing by locking both of your pinkies together.

When the pinky promise was made, Spencer picked up his book again and opened it on the first page.

„You know, I was an anxious kid. I was always worried about things that weren’t worth worrying about. And when I would tell my mom about those worries, she would just read me a book.”

To your surprise it wasn’t some boring book about psychology or psychics. It was a fresh copy of one of your favorite fairy tales. Your eyes almost started sparkling when you saw that there were also pictures in it.

Reid smirked softly at your happy glance.

„It’s my favorite book!”

You said, making him chuckle a little at your surprised reaction. You always knew that Reid was pretty observant, but you never knew that he also had paid attention to such small things.

Especially to the small things that were relevant to you.

„Would you like me to read it to you, darling?”

You nodded, tracing your finger along the lines of the picture and feeling like your brain chemistry had already started to change. Once he started reading, your breathing had become much calmer, and you were even comfortable enough to rest your head on Reid’s lap.

Surprisingly, he didn’t push you away, even though he wasn’t a touchy or affectionate kind of person.

Spencer kept on reading up until your eyes were closed and your mind was at peace. Once he was sure that you were asleep, he closed the book, still not wanting to take your head off his lap.

[kacchans-cradle]

jesus christ i wouldn't wish writing a padded agere fic on my worst enemy. the way im having to double triple check to make sure what im writing doesnt sound fetishy or weird is making me want to pull my hair out GOD

[starrieangel]

🧸Mouthwashing Crew Takes U to Build-A-Bear🧸

i am letting the autism win with this one boys

Here are some imagines for the Mouthwashing crew taking you to Build-A-Bear! They'll pick out a bear for you and help you fill it with love, give it a bath, and even record a special message just for you! This is sickly sweet and incredibly self-indulgent- I have a lot of emotions for this game. I've written fic before, but never on tumblr and never a fluff fic abt a gruesome psychological horror game, so I hope you enjoy ♡♡

Features: Curly x Reader, Anya x Reader, Daisuke x Reader, Jimmy x Reader

Tags: Fluff, Female Reader, (Implied) Age Regressor Reader, i made jimmy normal and not a psychopath (for fun)

Curly

Curly would pick the Happy Hugs Teddy Bear for you!

Okay, really Curly let you pick which bear you wanted. There's no way he could decide out of all the choices there, plus he might not pick the right one and he really wants you to just get one you'll really love- he would definitely overthink things. So of course you had to pick one with the same wavy blonde locks that remind you of him ♡

For his special message, he would say,

"You’re my special girl."

In his sweet and soft voice. If he had his way, he would sing a lullaby, so that when you couldnt sleep at night, you could squeeze your teddy and hear his voice sing you to sleep- but he’s way too shy to do that in public, so he kept it a bit short but sweet.

You both give the heart a kiss and a rub, and Curly helps you fill the bear with just the right amount of stuffing.

He would definitely turn beet red when he realizes how often you're going to be pressing the bear's tummy just to hear his voice... HE'S SHY..!! And now everyone is going to hear him be SOFT OH GOD..

But he melts when you look up at him, so so happy you have a teddy that makes you feel just as safe and loved as he does, so maybe a little bit of embarrassment is worth it

Bonus Idea: If for some reason there was a Post-Crash Curly in this scenario, then when you two cuddle he would reach over and press the bear's tummy whenever he wants to remind you that you're still his special girl, even if he can't say it to you himself ♡

Anya

Anya would pick the Wolf Pup Stuffed Animal for you!

Anya would choose a wolf because she was a wolf girl growing up of its pretty silver color and their connection to the moon ♡ One of her favorite activities is looking up at the stars with you, and now you'll have a soft new friend to join you two.

Her special message to you would be

"I'll always love you, starlight."

She would say in her soft and silky voice, using her special pet name for you to make you smile.

"Let's make sure she's squeaky clean, okay?" She would say, helping you brush the plush's fur and give it a pretend bath, rubbing behind its ears for good measure.

She'd ruffle your hair and tell you what a good job you did!

When you get home, she would spray it with her perfume so it even smells like her ♡ I think she would smell like lavender or clean linen :)

Daisuke

Daisuke would pick the Sun Sparkle Teddy Bear for you!

Daisuke would pick this bear for you because of all the fun colors !!! (And because you said no to his sillier picks... no, you do not want a minions build a bear, Daisuke...)

His special message to you is

"Hi Pookie I just want you to know I think you're like totally the cutest girl ever! And I hope whenever you hug this bear you think of me and that way you won't ever ever have to miss me! And- Oh, the lady is telling me Im running out of ti-"

Even when he isn't trying, Daisuke is always making you laugh.

In fact, when stuffing the bear, he may have tried to overfill it just a tad... It was almost impossible to sew the bear closed.

He would definitely go on a small shopping spree picking out all the outfits your bear will need (Surfing, at the office, fancy dinner, etc. Typical bear activites.) Until you calm him down and pick out just one cute Hawaiian shirt for your new friend to wear :)

Jimmy

Jimmy would pick the Fuzzy Fox Stuffed Animal for you!

I think he would choose this one because of the muted colors. It's not overly bright and cheery but still cute enough for his little girl. (But not cuter than him, right? ... Right?!)

For his voice message, he would say:

"I love you, baby doll..."

in a low, gravelly voice. He’s embarrassed to say anything, to be honest, doubly so when both you and the worker go "Awww!" at his declaration.

He lets you rub the heart and add it to your new friend.

He would tell you you overstuffed him, now he's fat (He's just teasing)

He's always messing with you and playing with you. When you go to give your new friend a bath, he plays with the plushie while you try to bathe it. "I don't want a bath! Noo, I wanna stay dirty! You're drowning me!" He puts on a funny voice, just for you. You're the only one who can get him to lighten up, smile, and be playful like this, especially when you giggle and desperately try to give your mischievous plushie a pretend bath.

[nerdyagere]

Regressor who's primarily low energy but still wants someone to look after them but the regressor x caregiver dynamics they see is always so... full of energy. Like they're always doing something together, and they fear they might be too boring for someone to want to look after them

They take a lot of naps, they like to snuggle up in bed, maybe put a show on, if its a really good day they'll do quiet activities like puzzles or coloring

Now meet caregiver who would love to watch over someone but doesn't feel they have the energy for it, like they can't keep up with a regressor who would want to go out always, want to do fun activities 24/7, they don't have that energy

But they have a lot of soft, gentle love in their heart, they know they could nurture someone, they would love to watch over someone and make the occasional sweet comment, or make them their favorite little snacks, or hold them oh so close so the both of them can truly rest

Some peaceful, quiet time for them both with at most a bit of background noise, nothing too big, nothing too loud

[muppetbaby13]

ive started rewatching criminal minds and honestly penny is so mama coded

she would be such a cuddler and would let you fidget with her jewellery and whatever she has on her desk

also she would 100% knit you toys, blankets, jumpers, whatever you wanted

[altschmerzes]

before you make that post about how annoyed you are at all these dumb idiots calling their interpretation of these two characters something like oh idk siblings or family or whatever maybe ask yourself this:

is someone flattening this dynamic using a familial term or trying to invent a reason why no one can ship them OR are you just pitching a fit about someone else’s interpretation of this dynamic (that they’re expressing in their own space and on their own time, maybe sometimes saying they don’t like the ship or it makes them personally uncomfortable) (again on their own time and in their own space) because it makes you feel weird about your ship and you have zero distress tolerance because you’re so used to all of fandom catering directly to you and your romantic ships that any deviation from that - which isn’t even addressing people who DO ship them just expresses the op not feeling the same - feels like something is being taken away and you’re under attack.

[severedpup]

𐔌 🐺 𓏵 wolf regressor𓈒

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[buttercup-bean]

Spencer Reid age regression mood board

[kacchans-cradle]

someone pls go get kirishima and izuku,, @crysabie

[fafnir19]

I’m just about ready to graduate from college, but I’ve been thinking about what it would be like to be one of the muscular, fratty freshmen in our baseball team. I heard they all had their heads shaved into a buzzcut as part of their hazing process. Is there a chance you can help me join them?

The sun was warm on your face as you sat on a bench in the park, watching the baseball team practice. It was just a few days before your graduation ceremony, and you felt a mix of excitement and apprehension about the future. Beside you was your best friend, with whom you shared a laugh, enjoying one of your last moments of care-free student life. "I'm just about ready to graduate from college," you said, a hint of nostalgia and uncertainty in your voice. "But I've been thinking, what if I'd taken a different path? What if I were one of those muscular, fratty freshmen on the baseball team? I heard they all had to get their heads shaved into a buzzcut as part of their hazing process." Your friend laughed. "You? A jock? That's a funny thought." You smiled at the idea, knowing it was a bit far-fetched. "Yeah, I know. It's just a fantasy, I guess." Your friend checked the time and stood up. "Hey, I've got to run. See you later." You waved goodbye, your eyes drifting back to the baseball field. You sighed, a mix of emotions washing over you as you contemplated the future.

That's when you noticed Jason, the team captain of the baseball players, standing in front of you. He said nothing, simply staring into your eyes with an intense gaze.

Your nervous laughter faded, and you shifted uncomfortably on the bench. "Jason... I don't understand..." you stammered, your eyes flicking around, unable to hold his intense gaze. "Shh, just look into my eyes..." Jason's voice was low and hypnotic, his sharp blue eyes boring into yours. Your heart raced as you felt yourself becoming entranced, your body relaxing despite your mind's feeble protests. "I think you'd look better on the floor," he said, his voice reverberating in your mind. Before you could react, you felt his fingers under your chin, forcing your gaze back to his. "No, Jason... I... I should..." you moaned, your resistance fading. "No need to resist... just listen to my voice... follow my eyes..." Jason's deep chuckle filled the air, his fingers caressing your jaw. Your body betrayed you as you moaned in response, your cock throbbing within your pants. "Mmm... fuck... Jason..." You sank to your knees, your eyes never leaving his. Your mouth hung open as you panted, your lips slick with drool. Jason stepped closer, his tight baseball pants straining to contain his bulging cock.

"You ready for the real thing?" he asks, and before you can respond, his pants slip away, revealing his massive cock. Your breath catches in your throat, and you feel yourself being pulled closer, your face inches away from his length.

As you opened your mouth to speak, to ask him to wait, you felt yourself being pulled forward. Toward him. Into him. It was as if you were being sucked into a vortex.The world darkens as you are pulled into the void. You feel your body shrinking and yourself being pulled into the tip of his cock. Your surroundings darkening as you're enveloped by his flesh. "Oh, fuck, yes..." Jason hisses, his eyes rolling back in his head as he feels you shrinking inside him. "That's it, boy, swim down to my balls. That's where you belong." The ground falls away, and you are falling, tumbling head over heels through the darkness. You cry out, your voice echoing back to you, but it is too late. You are enveloped in warmth, a sticky, wet heat that slows your movements and muffles your screams. You realize, with a start, that you are inside Jason's balls. The space is tight and confined, the soft yet resilient skin pressing against you from all sides. You are encased in a sticky, slimy substance that makes it hard to move. The thick, creamy fluid surrounds you, seeping into your pores and clouding your mind. You try to move, to orient yourself, but your body feels heavy and sluggish, your movements slow and dull. "Awww... it must be very musky down there, boy." Jason's deep laughter echoes through the sac, the sound vibrating against your skin. "I can feel you moving around in my cum tank. The scent must be driving you wild, huh? Making you all fuzzy and pliable. Hey, are you still with me, boy?" You try to respond, but your mouth feels full, your tongue heavy and unresponsive. You manage a feeble groan, a sound of surrender and submission. "Good... because Daddy is going to infiltrate you with my superior genes. Just relax and let it take effect. Soon, I'll rebuild you, and you'll be my obedient creation. My legal son, molded in my image as a fratty baseball player. Does that turn you on, boy? Knowing you'll be my little teen desperate to be just like Daddy." 

As Jason speaks, you feel the soft, resilient membrane of the sac pressing against you from all sides, constricting your movement. The surface is slippery and slick, offering no purchase for your flailing limbs. You are completely at the mercy of the powerful athlete. "Inside this sac, my body will produce a special gunk, a seminal straitjacket, that will cocoon you and ensure your transformation. It will merge with your very being, corrupting and assimilating you until you are reduced to the size of a mere sperm cell. You will be one of my boys, a part of me, and I will decide when and how to release you." You squirm and writhe, your movements growing weaker by the second. The gunk Jason mentioned begins to seep into the membrane, a warm, viscous fluid that coats your skin and penetrates your pores.

You let out a frustrated moan, your voice now little more than a whimper. "Mmm... ohhh... Jaaason..." "That's it, boy. Squirm for me. Groan for me. Your pleasure is mine to control, and your transformation is already well underway." You feel yourself being pulled deeper into the gunk, your body contracting and shrinking further. The membrane squeezes tighter, and your movements become more and more restricted. "Enjoy the ride, boy. Before long, you'll be a part of me, and I'll shoot you out when I'm ready to impregnate some lucky girl. Until then, just know that you're mine, and I own every inch of your being." You whimper, your mind clouding with pleasure and submission. Before long, you're nothing more than a sperm cell, ready to be wanked out and reborn under his control.

Days turned into an eternity of existence as a sperm cell, until finally, Jason fucks a hot girl and you're shot into a condom. The condom lay forgotten on the bedroom floor, a testament to Jason's post-coital carelessness.

You were aware of your existence as a mere sperm cell, shot into the condom during his release. The latex prison seemed like your final resting place as you hadn't fulfilled your purpose of impregnating an egg. "This is it," you thought, bracing for the end. "I'll fade away, and my consciousness will be lost forever."  But then, something unexpected happened. You began to absorb the cum that surrounded you, feeling it nourish and restore your body. 

"What the—?" Jason's voice cut through the room as he noticed the condom on the floor, twitching and pulsating. You continued to grow, your form taking shape within the condom. The rubber constricted around you, tight and confining, but you pushed against it, desperate to break free. "Oh fuck..." Jason's eyes went wide as he realized what was happening. "I never expected this." You grew, inch by inch, cell by cell, until you were human once more. With a final, powerful surge, you burst out of the condom, naked and transformed. Your body was younger, more supple, and resembled Jason's athletic build. You were now 18, a fresh-faced teen brimming with potential. As you ran your hands through your hair, you noticed it was shorter, styled in a buzzcut like Jason's.

You stood there, dazed, your mind foggy but filled with new thoughts and desires. "Baseball..." you muttered, your eyes landing on the bat leaning against the wall. "Frat..." You looked down at your body, flexing your muscles, and then at Jason, admiration and devotion shining in your eyes. "You... my role model." Jason's voice cut through the air as he picked up the shredded condom, a look of surprise on his face. "How is this possible?" You tried to speak, but your mouth felt strange, as if you were forming words for the first time. "I... I don't know," you managed, your voice sounding like a stranger's. "Amazing," Jason whispered, a smile spreading across his face. "My own minion." You looked at him, and your mind felt cloudy. Thoughts of admiration and loyalty filled your head. This man, Jason, was your role model. You wanted to be just like him—a confident, charismatic leader. Jason's eyes narrowed, and he placed a hand on your shoulder, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through your body. "Well, my little creation, it seems like we're bound together now. And I think it's time to put you to good use." You nodded eagerly, your mind now singularly focused on pleasing Jason and embracing the life he had bestowed upon you. "Yes, master. I'm ready to serve. Tell me what to do." "First, we need to get you geared up. You can't go around naked all the time." Jason laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that made you feel safe and excited. "Then, we'll initiate you into the frat. You're going to be the freshest pledge they've ever seen." As Jason began to dress you, you marveled at the feeling of the fabric against your skin and the sound of Jason's laughter filling the room.

Weeks pass, and you fall into a routine with Jason. You train with the baseball team, your body responding to the rigorous exercises with ease. Your skills improve daily, and the team accepts you as one of their own. You became a star player, all thanks to the power Jason had given you.

"He's doing great, Coach," Jason says, a hint of pride and astonishment lacing his voice. "The perfect fratty baseball player. But I can't help but notice his singular focus on baseball and, well... fucking." He chuckles nervously, scratching the back of his buzzed head.

The coach's eyes narrow, a spark of interest flashing in their depths. "Ah, I see. And what do you make of this behavior?" Jason shrugs, his broad shoulders rising and falling. "I'm not sure, Coach. I thought maybe it's just a phase, but it's been a few weeks now. He's always been a bit of a horn dog, but this feels different." A slow, satisfied smile spreads across the coach's face, creasing the corners of his eyes. "That's to be expected, Jason.  It's because he hasn't impregnated an egg when he was a sperm. He's grown from your cum, and that process has left him a horny breeding stud, pure and simple." Jason's eyes widened, a mix of shock and concern on his face. "So, that means..." Coach's hand caressed Jason's cheek, a sinister smile playing on his lips "Don't worry, Jason. After your baseball career, I'll make sure you become a dumb breeding stud too. You and your minion will be the start of something big: The breeding of the perfect baseball player... it's an art, a business, a passion. Much like the breeding of racehorses, this could become a very profitable business." Jason's eyes widened, the realization sinking in. "So, this was your plan all along? To create the perfect baseball players?" "Exactly," the coach said, stroking Jason's cheek.

Jason swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing. "You mean... I'll be... livestock?" The coach's eyes glitter with an unspoken power dynamic. "In a manner of speaking, yes. But you already knew that, didn't you, Jason? You knew the score when you agreed to this." "Y-you can't be serious..." Jason stammers, his voice cracking slightly. "Shh, don't worry. You'll be a dumb breeding stud soon enough. Led by your instincts, you'll be the perfect livestock." Coach's eyes glint with a dangerous mix of excitement and power. "No... I don't want to be a... a breeding stud." Jason's voice is strong and determined. On Coach's lips is playing a smile and he steps closer to Jason, his presence dominating the room. "Oh, but you will, Jason. You will. It's already begun, can't you feel it?" Jason swallowed hard, "I-I guess I have been feeling... different lately. More focused on baseball and..." he trails off, his cheeks flushing. "Your body and mind are already changing, becoming more pliable to my will. Soon, you won't be able to resist." The Coach's voice is low and hypnotic, his eyes boring into Jason's. "And by then, you'll be begging to be my livestock, begging to be used for breeding, to be owned, and to pass on your genes to create more athletes.” Coach's eyes narrow as whispers into Jason's ear. "Or should I turn you into breeding stock now? Make you dumb and led by your instincts?" "No, Coach, please," Jason protested, his voice cracking. Coach's hand reaches out, caressing Jason's cheek, then trailing down to his lips. "Relax, Jason. You'll be dumb as a rock, led by your base desires. Perfect breeding material." Jason screams, "No...", his hands reaching up to clutch at his head as if in pain. "Please, no... I can't... I can't think..." The thought of becoming Coach's livestock stirs a strange, primal desire within him. "Shh, it's already done, Jason. Your fate is sealed." The Coach chuckles, his eyes glittering with amusement. "But don't worry, you'll enjoy it. The power, the pleasure, your steadily dumbing mind... it will be unlike anything you've ever experienced before." Jason whimpers, his body trembling, and you realize that he is getting aroused, his pants tenting with the evidence of his desire.

 "Now, now, no need to be embarrassed." The Coach's voice is soothing, his hand reaching out to stroke Jason's bulging crotch. "Embrace your new nature, Jason. Let it consume you." "Y-yes..." Jason moans, his eyes rolling back in his head as he surrenders to the pleasure. "Oh, Coach... it feels so good..." You watch, transfixed, as Jason succumbs to the Coach's will, his body becoming a slave to the pleasure coursing through him. You wanted the same. To be a mindless, obedient jock, devoted to baseball and being used for breeding. "Good boy," Coach purrs, stroking Jason's now-pliant body. "You'll be my perfect little breeder. Now, go and practice. We have a game coming up, and I expect nothing less than perfection from my team." Jason nods, his mind clouded with desire and obedience.

He knows his fate is sealed. He will become the coach's breeding stud, and somehow, horny thoughts of being Coach's livestock excited him.