Pink Crocks

By NAMB

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Copyright 2025 by NAMB all rights reserved

[4,719 words]

Pink Crocs

It was a typical sleepover for a trio of 12-year-old girls. The downstairs playroom in Darlene’s house was an explosion of sleeping bags, cans of soda, popcorn, movies, fashion magazines, make up, chips and other assorted snacks.

Darlene and her friends Katie and Allie were sitting, Indian style, in a circle chatting and gossiping.

In the midst of the conversation, Darlene suddenly asked, "Have you guys ever tried hypnosis?"

Katie scoffed. "Like, making someone cluck like a chicken? That’s so fake."

"No, it’s real!" Darlene insisted. "I read about it online. You just have to be open to it. Let’s try it. I think it will be fun.

Who wants to try it?”

The other two girl hesitated, but eventually Allie gave in, “I’ll do it …sure, why not?"

Darlene directed her to an easy chair where she had her lean back and propped a pillow behind the girl’s head.

Darlene grinned and stated, "Okay, just relax. Close your eyes and listen to my voice."

Allie let her head rest back against the pillow, breathing deeply. Katie rolled her eyes but watched with mild curiosity.

Darlene’s voice dropped into a slow, soothing rhythm. "Your body is getting heavier… take a slow deep breath … your mind is drifting… every word I say makes you more relaxed… deeper and deeper…"

After a few minutes, Allie’s breathing slowed, and her expression went completely blank. Katie nudged Darlene. "Wait… is she actually under?"

Darlene smirked. "Let’s test it." She leaned in and whispered, "Allie, whenever I say the words ‘Tinkle Bell,’ you’ll feel like you really, really have to go to the bathroom. But you won’t remember why. Do you understand?"

"Mm-hmm," Allie mumbled, still in her trance.

Darlene clapped her hands. "Alright, wake up!"

Allie’s eyes fluttered open. "Whoa, that was weird. Did it work?"

Darlene and Katie exchanged mischievous glances.

"I don’t know, I guess we’ll have to wait and see," Darlene said innocently.

The girls went on with the rest of their sleepover activities, painting toenails, eating “comfort food” – AKA – junk food and more incessant chatter and gossip.

As the girls were selecting a movie to watch, Darlene stated, “When I was a little girl, I really enjoyed the movie ‘Peter Pan.’ I really liked the character Tinkle Bell.”

Katie was about to correct her but caught herself.

Allie sat up and said, “Excuse, me girls,” as she rapidly made her way to the bathroom.

As she left, Katie burst out laughing. "No way. That was a coincidence, right?"

Darlene just smirked, “We’ll see.”

A few minutes later, Allie returned. "Okay, that was weird. I didn’t even think I had to go, but all of a sudden, it was urgent."

Darlene feigned innocence. "Huh, strange…"

After the movie, as they settled into their sleeping bags, Darlene struck again. Without any context at all she said, "I think it’s Tinkle Bell time.”

Allie, who had just settled into her sleeping bag, unzipped it and sat up. "Excuse me again," she groaned, dashing off to seek the toilet again.

Katie was laughing so hard she nearly cried. "You actually did it!"

Darlene could barely contain herself. By the third time she used the phrase, Allie caught on. She came back in and said, “Something funny is going on. I get these sudden urges to go to the bathroom and when I get there nothing happens. Well, the first time I managed to pee a little. But the last two times, nothing.

What’s with this Tinkle Bell thing?”

Allie could say the magic words and have no reaction. So could Katie; they only worked when Darlene said them.

"Darlene, what did you do to me?"

Darlene giggled. "I maaay have hypnotized you."

Allie groaned. "Ugh! Undo it! Or I swear, I will get you back for this."

Darlene pretended to think. "Hmm… or I could just keep you as my little ‘Tinkle Bell’ puppet."

Allie fought the urge to run off to the bathroom because she knew it was fake, and instead lunged at Darlene with a pillow, and soon all three of them were in a full-blown pillow fight.

At the end of it Darlene who was as exhausted as her friends, gasped, “OK, I’ll undo it.”

She went through the same incantation as before and attempted to remove the spell.

But the next morning, when Darlene tried one last test. She uttered, ‘Tinkle Bell’, Allie tensed up and bolted for the bathroom again, mattering, a “I’ll get you for this!”

Katie smirked. "Guess you didn’t do such a great job reversing it, huh?"

Darlene just grinned. "Whoops."

When Allie returned, Darlene apologized to her. “I thought I had you cured. I won’t say those words again. According to what I read; it will go away on its own unless it is reinforced. In a couple of days or a week, I can shout the words at the top of my voice into your ear and other than make you deaf, it won’t do a thing.”

-=o=-

Darlene mused about this new power she had. It really did work, and she wondered if she could use it with her brother, Eathan.

Eathan was a great older brother. He never picked on her other than good-natured ribbing and he graciously accepted the counterattacks from her. He was quite protective of his kid sister and although he could tease her, nobody else could. Also at age 15, he was a “hunk” and both Katie and Allie had a crush on him. For his part, he admitted that they were “cute,” but too underaged for him.

Darlene and Eathan were downstairs watching a movie on the TV. When the movie was over, Darlene said, “Eathan, do you want to try something interesting?”

“What is it?”

“It’s something I read about; it’s a relaxing technique. I tried it with Allie, and it really worked.”

“What do I have to do?”

She led him to the same chair that she used to hypnotize Allie. “Just sit here in this chair. Let me get you a pillow. Just try to relax.”

Eathan did as his sister suggested and she went to work with her soothing voice.

Soon his breathing was deep, and he became very quiet.

“How do you feel?” the girl asked.

“Very relaxed.”

“Do you like the way you feel?”

“Yes.”

“How about we try something. I have a can of beer here. I want you to take it and drink it.”

"You’re holding an ice-cold beer," she told him, pressing a can of soda into his hands. "Feel the weight, the chill against your fingers. Hear the soft fizz as you crack it open."

Ethan nodded and he curled his fingers around the can. In his mind it looked every bit like a well-known brand of beer.

He popped the top and drank it. To his tongue, it was not a sugary, sweet liquid. Instead, it tasted bitter and hoppy.

He smiled at his sister and said, “Smooth” and took another sip.

Darlene watched as he finished his drink.

“How do you feel now?”

“A bit buzzed, but good.”

“Would you like to feel this way again in the future?”

“Yes.”

“OK, this is how it will work. When I say your full middle name, you will feel like you do now. When I say it again, you will wake up. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“OK, wake up Alexander.”

The boy startled a little bit, and opened his eyes.

She asked, “So how do you feel?”

“I’m sorry, sis. I must have dozed off. I guess it really did work.”

“It’s my pleasure, Alexander.”

Darlene could tell that her brother had slipped back into a trance-like state.

She could not resist leaving an evil post-hypnotic suggestion.

She said, “When I say the words, …” She looked around the room for inspiration. She spotted her shoes sitting on the floor on the other side of the room, “… pink Crocs. You will recall some very sexy scene that you saw on your computer, and you will have an erection.”

As a test, while he was still under, she said, “Pink Crocs.”

She giggled as she watched the front of his shorts tent out.

She got bold, “Take it out and show me.”

He responded, “I can’t do that.”

She backed off. According to what she read, if she pushed too hard, she’d break the spell. She had to take this one step at a time.

She waited until his erection subsided and then said, “Wake up, Alexander.”

Once again, he woke up.

“How are you feeling?”

“Very refreshed, that was fun. I wouldn’t mind doing that again.”

“My pleasure, big brother.

Would you be a dear and get me my pink Crocs over there?”

By the time he returned to her, he was sporting a boner. She noted that after giving her the shoes, he headed immediately to the bathroom and spent some time in there. She smiled as she imagined what he was doing and that she caused it.

-=o=-

For the rest of the week, Darlene managed to drop the words, “Pink Crocs” into her conversation, sometimes at the most embarrassing moments for Eathan. She knew that she was reinforcing the suggestion every time she used the phrase.

She had to wait nearly a week to have another hypnotic session with Eathan.

Once again, they were in the downstairs playroom and she said, “Eathan Alexander, I’d like to talk to you.”

The boy immediately fell into his preconditioned hypnotic trance. Darlene bid him to sit down.

“Pink Crocs,” she said and watched as his shorts tented out in front.

“Tell me how you feel.”

“Relaxed, he said again.”

“Do you have an erection?”

He nodded.

“Tell me. Tell me out loud so I can hear it.”

“I have an erection.”

“Tell me what it’s like to have a boner. I’m a girl. I don’t have a penis, so I don’t know what an erection feels like. You will make me very happy if you tell me about it.” Darlene knew that if she could get him talking about it, then he would feel more at ease with it and maybe she could break down his resistance to showing her his penis.

“It’s just sort of there. I mean, most of the time I don’t feel my penis at all unless I have to pee or something like that.

If I get a hard on, about the only way I know about it is that I can feel it straining against my pants.”

“Then why don’t your take your pants off, now?” she urged.

“I can’t. You would see me and that would embarrass me.”

“OK,” she thought, “He’s still not ready.”

“I hear that a boy can make an erection go away if he masturbates. Do you jerk off?”

“I um.”

“It’s OK, I’m your sister. I’m not going to tell anyone. It will make me happy if you tell me about it.” She knew that Eathan loved her and that he liked to do things to please her, and she kept playing that card.

He nodded again. Again, she insisted that he verbalize the response.

“Yes, I jerk off,” he admitted.

Then a thought struck her on how she might intensify the spell she held over him. She took off one of her shoes and told him, “Here, take one of my pink Crocs.”

He took it in his hand.

“Now I want you to put your fingers inside and rub them against the sole.

Fell those ‘nubbies’ in there? They make my feet tingle when I wear them. Just think how it might feel if you stuck your cock in there and rubbed it back and forth. Do you think that could make you cum?”

She watched as his penis rose again at both her words and her suggestion. She was building a stronger psychological bond between the mere name of the shoe and the shoe itself. Whether she knew it or not, she was creating a sexual fetish for him: one that she might be able to exploit.

As much as she wanted to ask him one more time to expose himself, she decided on another strategy.

She mentioned his middle name again and he woke up. Realizing that he was erected in front of his sister, he tried to “cover up.”

She giggled and said, “Somebody seems to be excited.”

He blushed. Hitherto, he had considered his sister to be innocent. Apparently, she knew a thing or two about boys.

-=o=-

Later that night, as he went into the bathroom to brush his teeth to go to bed, he noticed that Darlene had left her shoes there. He felt a strong urge to pick one up and rub his fingers along the dimpled sole. As he did it, he felt his penis twitch.

The urge to take his erected penis out of his pajamas and hump it was overwhelming. He managed to resist, went to bed and fell asleep with his penis poking up the covers like a tent pole.

He awoke in the middle of the night still erected and when he was sure everyone else was asleep, he made his visit to the bathroom and left satisfied.

Darlene smiled as she heard her brother leaving the bathroom. She made a visit herself. One of her Crocs was wet. At least he had the decency to wash it clean.

From then on, she didn’t have to use the magic words as often. She had a secondary way to torment him. All she had to do was wear her pink Crocs. She caught him looking at her feet often. He also seemed to have a continuous erection in her presence.

She noted that he had an additional extended trip or two to the bathroom during the day especially if she made it a point to display her Crocs to him prominently and did some “shoe play” like letting one of them dangle off her toe and bounce it up and down.

She also made it a point to leave her Crocs in the bathroom every night.

-=o=-

Darlene judged that by the next session, she would have broken down her brother’s resistance.

After putting him under her spell, she asked, “Do you like looking at my pink Crocs?”

He nodded.

“Tell me.”

“I like looking at your pink Crocs.”

“Do they make you hard when you look at them?”

He nodded again. She made him verbalize his response again, “I get hard when I look at them.”

“Good boy!

Did you like playing with my Crocs in the bathroom? I know that you do it. How did it feel fucking the little ‘nubbies’ with your naughty penis? Did they tickle your cock?”

Eathan looked at her but said nothing. She could tell some argument was going on in his head.

“Did you like doing it?” she asked again.

This time she did accept a nod as an answer.

“Would you like to do it again, right now? I can see how hard you are.”

“But …” he started to say.

“But if you don’t show it to me, it will disappoint me and make me unhappy. I’ll make sure you will never be alone with my Crocs again. You’ll have to go back to jerking it off the old-fashioned way.

I tell you what. I’ll hold them out, you stick your dick in, and I’ll move them back and forth for you. It will be fun for the both of us.

Eathan pulled down his shorts and underwear. His penis stood up in salute to her. She had won!

She reinforced his submission with a positive response, “That’s a very nice looking penis. You should be proud of it. Any girl would like to see it.

Now kneel in front of me as I sit here and let me give you pleasure with my shoe.”

She enjoyed masturbating her brother off. He enjoyed it, too. It was the beginning of the change in their relationship.

The both of them enjoyed a couple more sessions when she came up with another idea.

“Let’s try something new with my pink Crocs,” she said.

She had him sit opposite her on a chair and then “trapping” his penis with one shoe, she used the soles of the other to rub his penis. The wavy molding of the sole was quite satisfying to Eathan, and Darlene was pleased with how easy was to do and how quickly she could make him cum doing it this way.

The significance of masturbating her brother this way pleased her. He was totally passive and she controlled all the action. She also liked the idea that he was literally cumming at her feet.

She left him with one more suggestion, “I know that you go to the bathroom to masturbate whenever you see me wearing my pink Crocs. You will stop doing that. Instead, you will come to me.

On Thursday, when mom and dad leave, you will come to my room and ask me to masturbate you with my pink Crocs.” She was crossing the line between his fantasy state and his reality state, but by now she had firmly established her Crocs as a fetish object for the boy.

She then told him to get dressed and then released him from her spell.

Thursday was two days away. She deemed that his horniness would be at a high state by then. To assure it, she wore her Crocs and flaunted them in front of him every opportunity she got, even to the extent of wearing them with outfits that didn’t match! She also made sure that he was never alone with them.

-=o=-

Eathan was uneasy. He had never felt this horny before. There wasn’t a good reason. The only girl he had seen for the past two days was Darlene and she was his sister.

He had to admit that if he put his relationship with her aside, that she was a cute girl and she had an engaging personality. But she was his sister, and in the 12 years that she had been around, he never had this reaction to her. She certainly did not change all that much in the several weeks that his unbidden erections started happening in her presence.

And then there was the matter of her shoes. Why did they excite him so much? He was aware of fetishes, but a “normal” boy had them for panties or bras or something unique to women. If a guy were going to have a fetish for footwear, surely it would be high heels. Most of the women on his porn sites wore them.

But Crocs are so plain. Boys wear them, too. Not that he would: he considered them to be ugly shoes and too impractical for his lifestyle. But they did seem to look OK on the feet of girls.

At least his sister’s Crocs were pink: a girl’s color.

So why was it that, all of a sudden, he found himself getting hard looking at them? She had worn Crocs since she was a little girl.

What was it that gave him the idea to pick them up and masturbate with them and why did it feel so good? He thought he could make himself feel good by jerking off, but his sister’s shoes made ejaculation feel ten times better.

All that he knew was that he longed to get his penis back inside one of them, but they were not available to him. His sister controlled them, and they controlled him.

He decided that there was only one way he could get the satisfaction that he so craved: he had to “out” himself to his sister.

It was with a knot in his stomach that he walked over to his sister’s room and knocked on the open door.

Darlene, of course, was expecting him. She had to play her part.

“What’s up,” she said innocently, while looking at the developing bulge in his pants.

“I need to talk to you.” He noticed that she was wearing her Crocs even though she was sitting in the comfort of her room. His penis sprang to life immediately. Was he just imagining that she was staring at his crotch?

“Come on in and sit down. What can I help you with?”

“This is going to be tough for me to say. Is it OK if I ask you some questions first?

“You just did.”

“Did what?”

“Ask me a question.”

“Please, this is serious.”

“OK, go ahead.”

“What do you know about boys?”

“By that do you mean do I know what a penis looks like? Of course I do. Just about every girl does. It’s pretty much a requirement if you’re going to babysit little boys.

Also, my Human Development textbook has some very explicit drawings.

Why are you asking me this?”

Eathan ignored the question and went on. “What else do you know about boys?”

“If you mean the birds and the bees stuff, mom and I had that talk ages ago. I know what has to happen and what a man and woman have to do to have a baby. I even know about how the baby grows inside the uterus and how it is born. To tell you’re the truth, I’m not looking forward to that.”

“Anything else?”

This was Darlene’s opening, “Just rumors. Some girl talk. I’d be betraying my gender if I let one of you boys find out.”

“Please, this is serious.”

“OK, us girls are not as innocent as you boys like to believe. We like sex just as much as you boys do, but we’re not as hung up about it as you seem to be.

Boys don’t talk to other boys about sex except to brag about it. They exaggerate their penis sizes and they talk about scoring with girls when the most they do is get hard when one of us kisses them.

We girls are more open about talking about sex, we share ideas, we share our experiences, and we share our knowledge. My friends and I probably know more about boys’ sex lives than most boys do.

Every one of us girls has seen at least one penis in her time, mostly little boys and we all talk about our “first penis” as if it were some sort of rite of passage for a girl. Mine was with two of my friends in the first grade. We tricked one of our classmates into making pee for us.

That’s all I’ll tell you for now.

I know about masturbation. Believe it or not, some of us girls do it, too. I’m not going to tell you if I do it, that’s too personal, but I do know girls who say they do it.

I also know girls who claim to have caught their brothers or other boys masturbating. They say it’s a thing called jerking off. I’ve overheard some boys mentioning the word, too. The boys seemed to be embarrassed to talk about it, but from what I’ve heard, almost every boy does it.

Do you? Do you jerk off?”

“As you said, that’s personal, but you’re going to find out anyway, so I might as well confess it now. I do.”

“That’s very brave of you to admit that to me. I promise I will keep it a secret. At least from most people.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that Katie and Allie are my besties and I can’t keep a secret like this from them. They won’t tell. I have to tell them; they tell me juicy secrets too. Katie’s cousin is one of the girls who said she saw a boy jerking off. We don’t know if she’s telling the truth, but we are jealous.

So, what’s this about ‘I’m going to find out anyway?’ What am I going to find out?”

“As you seem to know. Boys jerk off. However, that’s not the only way we can masturbate.”

Darlene leaned in as if by doing so, she could hear the words sooner.

Her brother went on, “I … ah. I don’t know how to say this, but I discovered a way using your Crocs.”

Her response surprised him, “I know you did.”

“What? How?”

“I could see how you got hard when you looked at them. So, I decided to run an experiment. I deliberately left them in the bathroom where you could get at them privately.

When I checked later, I found that one of my shoes was wet. This means that you squirted your sperm into it and then washed it out. That’s the nice thing about Crocs, they’re 100% rubber. You can get cum all over them and they wash up clean.

So, you do it and I know you do it. Now what do you want us to do about that?”

“I’d appreciate it if you let me use your Crocs to play with.”

“I’d be glad to, but there will be some conditions.”

“What are they?”

“I get to watch.”

Eathan swallowed hard but said, “OK.”

“And so do Allie and Katie.”

“I can’t do that. You’re family; they’re not.”

“OK, then I’ll just keep the Crocs in my room.”

“But …”

“There is also this, my friends wear Crocs, too. Maybe they’ll let you use theirs.

Let me make it easy for you, Alexander.”

She immediately planted another suggestion, “Allie and Katie think you are cute. You like them too, don’t you?”

She accepted a nod in response.

“So, you do not need to be embarrassed if they see you. You have a very nice penis, and any girl would be pleased to see it. Allie and Katie would like to see it. It will please them, and it will please me. So instead of being ashamed of them seeing it, you should feel proud to show it to them.

You know how good you feel when I use my pink Crocs to masturbate you. Imagine what it would be like to have THREE girls using their Crocs on your penis.”

She let that sink in and then said, “Will you let them see you, Alexander?”

Eathan startled awake and answered the question, “OK, they can watch.”

“I suppose that you are horny right now and want to cum in my Crocs.”

He nodded and she accepted it.

“Then take off your clothes.”

“All of them?”

“Yes, all of them.”

“Why?”

“Because I want you to. You either get completely naked when you do this for me, or I won’t let you do it.”

She smiled as he started to get undressed. There might have been some residual hypnotic suggestion that helped him get over some of his inhibition, but this was the real world. He definitely would remember this.

It was a turning point. There was a time before this when he was not under his sister’s control and then there is the present moment and the rest of his future.

What fun Darlene could have with him now!

She made him kneel in front of her like she did before, and she humped him with the inside of one of her shoes. It turned her on, not only to harvest his cum from him, but to watch his reaction. She had total control over his penis which meant that she had total control over his body which meant she had total control over him.

He had no problem filling her shoe with his cum. She smiled at him as she handed it to him. “Here, go wash it clean for me.” His erection hardly flagged as he cleaned her rubber footwear.

As he was dressing again back in her room, she said, “Good boy. I have one final thing.”

“What’s that?”

“I’ve been wanting to buy a new pair of Crocs for a while but don’t quite have the money.”

Eathan actually laughed, “I suppose that it is in my best interest to see to it that you are well stocked with Crocs. I’ll pitch in.”

“And Jibbits, too. I like the unicorns and rainbows on this pair, but I think I’ll want to do the new pair over in a ‘Girl Power’ theme.”