Lots of exciting possibilities. Looking forward to more.

excellent. more please.

I have a few more adventures planned, but none written as of yet. I hope to keep them all short, and more or less self-contained. I'll do my best to keep them lighter in tone and a bit funny too--but the eventual arc might darken a bit, as Nick is corrupted by his power over his daddy--and other men in their orbit.

hot!

really enjoyed this story , was hoping he was changed into a pup by one if his friends but great story

It's like porn set in the Bewitched Universe; I like it!

A promising opening; could use more of a slow burn, IMHO.

nycboot - Yeah ... I can get weird. And I've been in contact with Absman420 about where I intend to take the story. Honestly, it has me worried. I'm worried cause I'm going in a direction that I've never gone before, and (I believe) nobody has gone before. It actually may turn off some readers. I'm not saying this is the definite path. There have been many times that story plots have changed as I've been hammering at the keys. But overall, I think the pay-off will be worth it. Here's hoping with fingers crossed.

Sometimes "creepy" can be off-putting. But not here at all. I think the creep-factors greatly **adds** to the suspense. I know rubbrsome can get into some weird stuff and I expect he'll put some of that into this story. It's amusing: it like another take on the original Pollination (which I've read many times) so it's sort of the same and yet very different in terms of style and "perception of the world." Absman420's original was pretty much direct and straight to the point. But rubbrsome's take is like a technicolor 70mm digital movie - so much more detail which is so carefully designed to lure the reader into the author's control. (It's also like the original Brain Feed and Brain Feed 2, same story, different point of view.) I look forward to more as I devour each installment multiple times!

Well, now I have an inkling of how I got this way!  This is brilliant, and it appeals to so many of my desires, and makes me remember so happily an actual turning point in my life, where I might as well say it, I turned into a faggot. With a little tweaking of this story line, Mark and I, I know him. He is me too. I enlisted in the Navy right out of high school in 1967, just a generic closeted gay boy, but I wanted to pick my service since my draft number was very very low (in fact it was called up the following year). Being in the Navy wasn’t what I expected. First, It was fantastic, not at all something that I hated. I loved taking orders (made me hard). I detected a good number of guys like myself and we carefully took care of each other’s sex. This one older man, a Chief in fact, and I played around a lot. He was a lifer, and we went on a 6 month cruise to Southeast Asia and Nam. We played in lots of the plain usual ways, but mostly just blow jobs really. He started to experiment with hypnosis, and I was pretty darned easy to put under as it turned out. We had to put into port in Aussy World for a month for provisions and repairs and he said he had to introduce me to some old WWII buddys of his, so we want to this large dark kinda jumpin space one weekend. That’s where I met for the first time The Brown Bottle and these little glass tubes that you crushed in your fingers. It was the real juice and I don’t think you can get it anymore. As I think about it back then, it did for me what it does for Mark. I made me his faggot slut before the weekend was over. I did things I never heard of in northern Michigan, and I loved it. I pretty much became a ships boy after that, although I belonged to Chief and he controlled access to me. The only thing I wouldn’t do was scat play. I love him, even though he has passed away. And after that, Faggot became a title of honor as far as I was concerned. Call me that and I get a raging hard on. Ship board and shore side life was always exciting too. This story is a treasure for me, since many thoughts in Marks mind mirrored my own from that time. Questions, some confusing, and need, but I know I trusted him. The little brown bottle and my Chief made everything right for me. The first time I inhaled from that bottle, I had an instant orgasm. That has only happened a few times in my life. I can read this, and very easily slip into those memories and sensations. I can sometimes still smell the scent from decades ago. Thank you so much! cody