Teddy Boy
Thanks to Cafterhomme and Slothargy for the suggestions and support with this. Thanks also to Slothargy for the artwork.
Prologue
He awoke with a start. His eyes jerked open to reveal the dark bedroom lit only by a thin sliver of moonlight where the curtains had not been pulled together properly. It had all been a dream, a horrible dream, that nightmare that kept returning, night after night. He calmed himself down and stared at the ceiling. The hospital, the lights, the doctors, faces obscured by masks. He hears the sound of her breathing and feels reassured. He turns his head and sees her lying there, fast asleep like a baby. He is safe. The nightmare is gone.
The dream that is also his reality.
Chapter 1
When the Head of Year had come into his classroom and told him that he had to report to the headmistress’s office, he’d been puzzled. He wasn’t aware of having done anything wrong… or particularly right for that matter. Mystified, he’d walked down the shabby corridors of the comprehensive where he was receiving his free education until he came to the wooden door with the word ‘Headteacher’ embossed upon it. Underneath was a sign saying, ‘Occupied’. He sat on one of the chairs outside and waited.
A moment later he heard footsteps. He looked up and saw, to his surprise, Chrissie Bailey walking towards him. His heart leapt! She was totally the fittest girl in the whole school! Her long blonde hair framed her sparkling blue eyes and her smile…
“Hi Nick,” she said with that smile. “What are you doing here?”
“Dunno,” he replied. “Mr. Baxter came to my maths class and told me Mrs. Chatham wanted to see me.”
“Me too. Can’t think why though. Do you think it could be connected?”
He shrugged. Connected to Chrissie Bailey! He wished! How many times had he – had all the boys – dreamed about such a thing. How many evenings in bed had he imagined walking hand-in-hand with her down a beach at sunset, or sitting by a campfire, their arms around each other. For the thing is, not only was Chrissie really pretty, but she was also, unlike most attractive girls, not full of herself. There was no arrogance, no superiority about her. Instead, she was friendly and open to everyone, even geeks like him, just a nice warm person.
“Mind if I sit next to you?”
He did not mind at all. Indeed, he could think of nothing better on all the earth.
Five minutes later, the door flung open and Mrs. Chatham, the headmistress, appeared in their view. She looked grave. “Chrissie, Nick, you’d better come in.” They followed her into the office and were surprised to see two more people in there; police officers, one male, the other a woman. They also looked grave. Nick was worried, but he couldn’t think of having broken any laws.
“Children, sit please,” said the head. She did not meet their eyes with her own. “I have called you here today to tell you some very… ahem, serious news. Are you both aware of the National Tax-Exemption Scheme?”
Nick nodded, although he didn’t really know much about, beyond that, because his family struggled to make ends meet, they had applied to some government scheme which meant that they never had to pay any tax. “Yes, miss,” said Chrissie. “It’s N-TES, a scheme whereby poorer families can have their tax paid for by richer members of society.”
“That is correct, but that is not all.”
“No miss, there is also the draft.”
“That is correct, Chrissie. Do you both understand what the draft is?”
Nick shook his head; Chrissie replied, “Sort of. Those families that are receiving the tax relief have to put themselves on a register and, every year a certain number are picked at random for some sort of national service.”
“Correct again, or almost. Not the families themselves, but their children, or at least, those within the age bracket 14-15. Only a few dozen are required every year so the chances of being selected are slim indeed and…”
“Miss,” interjected Nick, “we are both fifteen.”
“You are.”
“Does that mean that we have been…?”
“You have. You must leave here and go with these two police officers.”
“But our friends, our family, we must…”
“The terms and conditions of the scheme are clear.”
“But where will we be going? What is this national service exactly?” asked Chrissie.
“I am sorry, Chrissie, you too Nick, just go with these two off…”
“No, I don’t want to! You can’t make us! How can you do this? How can you sit there and sell us, your pupils into some sort of slavery for the rich bastards who run this country? Are you a teacher or a pimp? We are free…”
But even as he was saying those words, he felt a needle sink into his neck and the world went black.
And when he woke up it was in the nightmare. In that hospital with the doctors standing over her, masked and frightening. He tried to move and call out and one of them said, “He’s come round. Reapply the sedative immediately, nurse!” And it all went dark again.
And when he awoke the next time, he was not in that horrifying hospital. Instead he was lying on a soft bed in a room filled with toys, like some sort of child’s nursery. Something was wrong though. He was wearing something tight and warm. He tried to get up and move, but his limbs wouldn’t work. He called out but there was no sound! What sort of national service was this? What had happened to him?! He turned to his right and was shocked to discover a large pink teddy bear lying in the bed next to him. What was that doing there? He watched it for a few seconds and realised that its chest was rising and falling. He could hear breathing. The teddy bear was breathing! What sort of teddy bear breathes? Then the bear turned its head towards him, and the shock hit him like a blow to the stomach.
The bear had the face of Chrissie Bailey!
Chapter 2
They were both sitting on chairs, their backs propped up so that they didn’t fall over. In front of them was a mirror and a man. A man who the two teens had just spent five minutes screaming at, spitting at, and threatening… or at least, trying to threaten and scream at. A man who had ignored all of that passively, before he got tired of it and then just unzipped Nick’s crotch, grabbed his cock and started to squeeze it until the pain was intolerable and Nick was in tears and silently begging him to stop. “Tell her to stop too!” the man had merely said as he continued his torture. “Nod your head if you stop, girl!” Nick had pleaded with Chrissie using his tear-filled eyes, defeated and disgusted with himself. She nodded.
That over and done with, and the two teens calmed down, the man was explaining what had been done to them, why it had been done and just what sort of fucked-up surreal nightmare this “national service” actually was.
“The reason that billionaires are prepared to pay into N-TES is that there are certain roles that they need fulfilling which ordinary people are no prepared to fulfil. When your families signed-up for the scheme, they signed a document that stated that, should you be picked by the lottery, you will cease to be viewed as human beings with the same rights as human citizens, and instead become the property of the contributors that have paid for you. Although they are not allowed to kill you – that would contravene animal rights legislation – they are fully entitled to do what they have done. You may wonder why your families signed such a document? Well, the chances of being picked are slim indeed, and they may have had no choice. Your father is unemployed, is he not Nick, whilst your dad’s business failed, Chrissie, leaving him with significant debts. Do not blame them; they did not want this.”
Nobody wanted this. No their parents, not Mrs. Chapman, not even this man, their mentor, who had introduced himself only as the Toybox Supervisor. He was very neutral and passive about it all, taking the ‘I’m only doing my job’ attitude. Nick still hated him though and would have poked his eyes out if he could.
“The contributor who ordered you is one of a number of billionaires who requires you to fulfil a role in helping to educate his daughter. Her name is Charlotte and she is currently fourteen years old. She has been home-schooled all her life to help prepare her for marriage to a gentleman selected by her father.” He showed them a photograph of a smiling girl with long chestnut hair and dressed in the most ridiculously frilly outfit that Nick had ever seen. It was made of what appeared to be pink satin and had so many ruffles and frills that it stuck out either side of her. In her hair was a large, sky blue ribbon tied in a bow and a similar bow also adorned her chest. The skirt was excessively short, so short that Nick could catch a glimpse of her while satin panties, whilst her long legs were covered in shiny white tights. She looked both sweet and innocent, yet at the same time extremely sexy and appealing. Her mode of dress was definitely rather strange, childlike, yet at the same time, he found his cock hardening down below. What strange fantasy world was this?
Whatever it was, Nick had decided that she was a bitch and he hated her, as one of the class of assholes that had done… this… to him.
“Charlotte is a lovely girl, but very innocent. Her father, who dotes on her greatly, has kept her shielded and protected from the evils of this world. That is where you two come in. you will be given to her tomorrow as her main presents to celebrate her fifteenth birthday. Over the years that follow, between then and her marriage, you will be living with her and teaching her some of the skills she will need to succeed as a wife in a manner that will not alarm or upset her. That is why you have been transformed into living teddy bears. Let me explain what the expert surgeons have achieved.”
Moving over to Chrissie, he picked her up and used her body to demonstrate the changes. Nick suspected that he rather enjoyed doing it, as he regularly squeezed her arse as he was holding her and was continually brushing over her breasts, although he kept clear of her mouth as she looked ready to bite his finger off if she got half a chance.
“You are both, of course, now encased in this plush covering. It is permanent, or at least, so far as you are both concerned, it is. Actually, once every month or so, it will be removed and your skin underneath checked and cleaned, but you will both be knocked out whilst this happens. So far as you are concerned, this is your skin now. Now, you will have noticed that your new teddy legs and arms are considerably shorter than those of a standard human being. To achieve this, your legs and arms have all been amputated, with stumps of only 30cm or so being retained. These have now been fixed, by having metal pins driven through them, into the semi-rigid teddy limb forms. You may wiggle them – yes, Chrissie, give it a go – but they are, to all intents and purposes, quite useless to you now.
“Your colour schemes naturally match your gender. Nick, as a boy, you are blue; Chrissie is pink befitting a girl. Charlotte has been brought up to understand that gender roles are quite distinct and so too must her soft toys leave no room for confusion. That is why your breasts have been picked out in white plush, Chrissie, whilst you, Nick, have a patch of white around the vicinity of your little tool. Talking of which, the suits do open for you to have your toileting needs attended to. Your maid shall see to them at set times during the day. At those times and only those times, are you allowed to pee or poo; any dirtying of your suits at other times will result in severe punishment, such as being blindfolded for a day or perhaps electric shocks, I am unsure which exactly is de rigueur in the Harrison household.”
At this point, Chrissie began to cry. Nick longed to comfort her, but he was helpless, instead only sitting on his chair, wiggling his pathetic stumps around a bit. The Toybox Supervisor, brought out a handkerchief and wiped her eyes, stroking her furry head until she calmed down. Then, he resumed:
“Under the teddy skin, all your body hair has been permanently removed by laser. Only that on the top of your heads, your eyebrows and lashes remain although the latter will be sculpted weekly and the former cut on your monthly cleaning. You may be wondering why we have not provided you with perfect teddy bear faces to match your perfect teddy bear bodies. Well, we do have two masks made, but generally you will not be wearing them, since having a teddy with a human face able to express emotions, is part of the learning process for Charlotte. However, we could not have you talking to her and using non-teddy vocabulary, so your vocal chords have been severed. Again, this helps with Charlotte’s imagination which her father deems to be important. Now, I am aware that you can still express yourselves in other ways; spitting like I was treated to earlier, or unsightly grimaces, silent screams, and even biting. All are not allowed, and since there will be maids present at all times, then all incorrect behaviour will be noted. As I said before, I don’t know what punishments exactly are de rigueur in the Harrison household, but, believe me, that little bit of cock torture that you received earlier, Nick, is nothing to what they can do. Imagine live electric cables attached to your thing, or tow your nipples, Chrissie. Yes, they do it. Imagine being hung upside down for a full week wearing a blinding mask? One teddy I know received that punishment only a month ago for merely mouthing the words ‘Fuck off!’ to his mistress. Oh yes, they can be very creative and you, as I have already demonstrated, are entirely unable to stop it, are you not?”
And as he said that, he pulled a plastic bag over Chrissie’s head. Immediately, it was sucked to her face as she tried to breath. The Toybox Supervisor smiled and waited. She started to thrash her limbs, as she fought desperately for air, but her movements made no difference. The demonstration was clear: they were now entirely at his mercy. Nick longed to help her, as her eyes widened and her struggle became more desperate, but he was entirely powerless. Hatred and defeat welled up in him and his impotence overwhelmed him, broke him. Then, just as it seemed as if she would asphyxiate, the Toybox Supervisor casually pulled off the bag, leaving Chrissie gasping in the glorious fresh air. “Now, imagine having that done continually to you for a full twelve hours,” he said nonchalantly. The two broken bears stared at him – and each other – in horror.
“Returning to your lack of speech, bears. From time to time, you will be able to communicate with your new mistress and I shall demonstrate how now.
Embedded in the end of this paw is a small switch which I shall now flip on you, Nick. Now, although your hands have been removed, the surgeons have kept the nerve-endings that once linked to your finger and have attached them to a bank of sayings. Each finger represents a different, teddy-appropriate phrase and when you activate the nerves, the right saying will come out. So, let us try. Nick, imagine you are flexing your left pinky.”
Confused, since how can one flex a finger that isn’t there, Nick nonetheless tried to imagine using the muscles that he’d once used to move his little finger. And, to his shock and amazement, as he did, a childlike voice from somewhere in his neck said, “I love you!”
“Excellent! The voice comes out of a small speaker implanted in your neck. Now try the next finger.”
“You’re very special!”
“Well done, and the next.”
“Don’t feel sad…You’re very pretty…Please smile for me.”
Next Chrissie was allowed to experiment. Her teddy voice was high-pitched and girl and whilst some of her phrases were the same as Nick’s, others were different. Where he said, “You’re my favourite girl!”, she said “You’re good at this!”, and whilst he uttered “I wish you would kiss me!” she spoke “That tastes yummy!”
The Toybox Supervisor let them experiment with their new voices before switching them off again and moving on with his explanations. “And that is, basically it; your role in life from now on is to be a friend and source of joy – and education – for Miss Charlotte Harrison. I know it sounds hard, but trust me, you will get used to it and, who knows, perhaps you might enjoy aspects of it. I personally hope that you do; after all, there is no alternative. Now, since you have been fully briefed, and because the courier is due to arrive in less than an hour to take you to your new home, I think we shall put on your teddy masks so that you may get a feel for them, and then off we go. Do not worry if you are needing the toilet; the nurse will service you in a moment. So, here we are; I’ll fit yours first Nick.”
The Toybox Supervisor put down Chrissie and then fitted the mask over Nick’s face. It was made of the same sky blue plush as her teddy skin but had a white patch below the black nose. Nick found himself enclosed and claustrophobic, her vision reduced to two dim pinholes through the black eyes of the bear. The mask clipped into place around the rim of his facial opening. With hands, it would have taken a split second to unclick it, but with his newly truncated limbs, he was entirely at the mask’s mercy.
“And now you, my dear,” said the Toybox Supervisor, turning his attentions again to Chrissie. He picked her up again, cradling and squeezing her teddy bear butt, and then produced the mask. She gazed at him in silent horror and he said, “but before we seal you away for your new owner, it would be a shame not to kiss those pretty lips of yours!” and with those words, he fastened his mouth to hers, exploring her mouth with his tongue. Chrissie desperately tried to pull away, but it was a fruitless struggle. Eventually, he removed himself and she stared at him with daggered eyes. He merely smiled and clicked on her pink furry mask, transforming her into a happy, mindless soft toy, just waiting for a little boy or girl to play with it.
Seething with hatred and a sense of impotence, Nick sweltered beneath the confining mask.
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