Diaperboy

My tummy maxed out from bottle after bottle over the past hour, thinking my feeding is finally over, bloated beyond capacity only to have Mommy’s two busting full nipples waiting to be emptied.

Big, full and soft, already dripping as she presses them against my lips, regardless of where I am and who’s watching. I want to try and resist but the hypno and conditioning takes over and just cant help but suck, feeling my belly creak as it expands just that little bit more.

Forced into a docile state and unable to move because of the bloating, the rest of the permanent baby procedure can move forward without any fuss or fight. 

Once strapped to the changing table my pampers would get untapped and chastity cage would get unlocked.

A smaller chastity cage would be produced from Mommy’s purse…Along with quick dry cement.

The key is broken and sealed inside the tiny cage's lock. Mommy then grabs a huge bulging enema bag covered in tons of soapy suds attached to Uncle Nozzle, a huge hollow dildo shaped enema nozzle. 

My already full tummy is going to be made even more full?! I’m already looking like i’m about to have a baby myself.

Lubed up and easily slipped into my bottom, the nozzle is twirled and pumped in and out so the condom that was placed over my new tiny chastity cage catching my milking fills up nicely. This will be added to my bedtime bottle later after I’ve been allowed to empty my tummy into my thick diapers.

Finally with enough twirling and long thrusts, I have a last and FINAL caged spurt. Immediately after Mommy shouts “She’s ready!” And a big naked man with a throbbing cock walks in from the other room.

The man pulls my head back to lean off my changing table and as he plunges into my throat Mommy releases the enema bag clip causing a torrent of bubbles and warm liquid to fill my lower half.

I moan muffled cries of agony as I get filled and filled. The man lasting much longer than the enema finally pulls out keeping the tip of his member in my mouth so I have no choice but to taste and swallow every bit of his load as it erupts over and over.

Uncle Nozzle is removed slowly and then replaced with my 10 inch long, lifelike, girthy dildo named Daddy. My pampers get tapped back on and another larger diaper is added on top.

Mommy dresses me in my tight footed sleeper and locks the zipper in the back before locking each of my limbs down in my crib for naptime.

The feeding tube is attached to my pacifier gag, and my milking from Uncle Nozzle is poured into the bag followed by whatever mystery mixture Mommy decided to give me. The clip is released so it slowly fills my mouth.

With all the baby monitors mounted in the nursery, everything is live-streamed online for all to see. As the cramps give way to a very messy diaper the bidding for a babyslave starts.

Mummy encourages diaper humping for naughty little boys.

She'd given him two minutes on this occasion.

He lasted fifty seconds before he was making stickies in his soggy pampers. And it was all over in one minute thirty.

That's why Mummy keeps him in nappies.

You were pretty pissed when you found out your older brother was moving home. He was always an annoying, macho, bulky muscledouche; the total opposite of you, a skinny gay boy. He’d bullied you most of your life about needing to man up, and your relationship only got worse when you got older and came out. He was the only conservative in your family, but, when he lost yet another job, he had nowhere else to go but back to living with you and your parents. Still, you were glad you never listened. You were about to start your first real job, had just gotten engaged to a your boyfriend that your parents liked, and were getting ready to move out at the beginning of next year after saving up some money.

You were terrified for your boyfriend to meet him, scared your brother might be a douche to him. He was pretty standoffish at first, but luckily never said anything. After a while he started to chat with you both a little more- maybe he was finally opening up.

One weekend, your parents were away and you were super excited- you didn’t get to hook up with your fiance that much since you were still a few months away from your own place, and you needed him to pound you goo. He could dom you better than anyone you’d ever met. At first you’d been pretty verse, but since he was a strict top, he’d trained you into his little bottom. You loved it, now. After passing out after another crazy sex sesh, you woke up to pee, and noticed he wasn’t in bed with you. You figured maybe he couldn’t sleep and went to watch TV, shrugging it off while you went to pee… but you kept hearing a weird noise in the hallway. A gurgling, wet sound from the living room, you realized as you stepped out. Wanting to make sure everything was ok, you slowly turned the corner.

Your brother was laying on the couch just in his underwear, with his arms in a triangle over his head… and your boyfriend was buried in his pit, licking, slurping, and sniffing up his musky, sweaty, golden pit hair. You could smell him from the door: his room always reeked, but tonight it smelled extra potent for some reason.

“Wha-”

“Shhhhh,” your brother said. “Don’t ruin his fun. This is always his favorite part.”

“What the fuck?” you yelled. Your boyfriend didn’t move, didn’t even react- just kept licking away obediently.

“I bumped into him in the hallway the first time Mom & Dad went away. Not gonna lie, haha, I was pretty horny n a lil drunk, so I told him to suck my cock. He said he didn’t do that- I shoulda known haha, of course you’d be the catcher. But a fag is a fag, bro. You might have your little hierarchies amongst yourself, top, bottom, whatever haha- but you all know an alpha when you see one, and you know what your job is deep down. It took about 5 seconds of shoving his faggot head into my pit to get him to drop to his knees, begging to serve me like he should be. Isn’t that right boy?” he said, smacking his ass with his big, beefy hand, grabbing and jiggling it.

Your boyfriend giggled like a schoolgirl. “Yes, Daddy. I only exist to serve you.”

“That’s my baby,” your brother said, kissing him on the forehead.

“Tommy. what the fuck? Get up!” you yelled.

“He can’t hear you, bro. If he was broken and desperate for me after 5 seconds in my pit, what the fuck do you think he is now that he’s spent hours in it? His brain’s gone the second he gets a whiff of me now. The only thing he’ll be able to think of the next few hours os serving me, no matter what you say.” He noticed the shocked look on your face. “Oh, yeah, this has been going on for a while, haha. Like, every time he’s been over since I moved back, pretty much. Right babe?”

“Its nehverrr lahhhhng enoughh sirrr” your boyfriend said without stopping his licking, distorting his words.

“That’s right, baby. No matter how long you spend serving Daddy, you’ve never spent enough time serving him. That’s what we taught you on Day 1.”

Your boyfriend just nodded, smiling and nuzzling against his pit hair.

“Bro, is your cock hard?” your brother asked, laughing.

You looked down- it was. It was bulging through your pants from how hard it was.

“Jesus, bro, this turns you on?”

“No! Shut up!” you yelled.

“Haha, shit. That’s a fun twist,” he continued like you hadn’t said anything. “I knew fags were into some sick shit but never imagined this. You like this, boy?” he said, grabbing your boyfriends head and forcing it deeper into his pit.

You started panting a little- no- why the fuck were you turned on- but it made sense. You loved getting dommed, emasculated. You loved getting told you were worthless, nothing. Humiliated… and this was the ultimate combination of all of the above. You hated it; you didn’t want to admit it, but you felt the clear logic of it boxing you in, felt the simple truth of it lock in around your brain like a cage. The more it turned you on the sicker it felt, and the sicker it felt the more it turned you on; the more embarrassment you felt over it being your brother doing it, the hotter it became. You were stuck, trapped in the whirl of shame turning to pleasure turning to shame turning to pleasure, cock getting harder and harder- the more you tried not to be turned on by it, the hotter it became.

Your brother just stared at you, smirking, watching the ring of precum on your underwear getting bigger and bigger. After a few minutes, he lifted your bf out of his pit.

“Why don’t you show him what else you do for Daddy, baby?” he asked, nodding down at his feet.

Your bf smiled and nodded excitedly, diving down towards them. His eyes passed over you for a second as he did so, but they registered you the same way they’d register a chair or a lamp- nothing to pay attention to- instead, his eyes lit up the way he used to look at you when he looked at your brother’s foot. He grabbed one, giving it a long, slow lick top to bottom with his eyes closed. You sat, stunned, while he kissed them all over, shocked by how much pleasure he was clearly experiencing. He’d always hated feet, always thought foot fetishes were weird… and now he was licking one like it was an ice cream cone, savoring every moment of it.

“I know, haha. He was really resistant to these at first. Had to reprogram him like, three times. But then he got a taste,” he said with a big smile, sitting up and ruffling his hair again. “Yeah, you got a taste, didn’t you? What happened when you got a taste, boy?”

“I neeeber wanted to staahppppp” your boyfriend said, lost in worship.

“Mhm. That’s right. Who’s my bitch?” you brother barked, grabbing his head and pressing his foot into it even harder. His smile got wider and wider as you bf choked and spluttered against it, but not once tried to pull away. In fact, he just seemed to get more into it. Precum leaked out of him.

“Meeee. Me sir… MeEeeeeee” your bf drawled.

You almost controlled yourself… until your boyfriend started moaning. The sound of your top being broken, panting in pleasure in another man’s foot- a man you hated- tipped you over the edge. Your hand moved to your cock outline, and as hard as you tried not to, you started stroking it.

“Holy shit, man. You like seeing this shit.” He laughed loud and deep. “Sit, boy,” he said, nodding at a chair behind you. You did, and kept stroking. “You know, i tried to prevent this bro. I told you you needed to man up, to stop being such a little bitch. But you never wanted to listen, and now look at us: me, sitting here, such an alphadog that I erased 5 years of your relationship with a little pit-sweat- and you, sitting there, a little bitch, stroking your little clit at the sight of it,” he laughed. You were so, so fucking humiliated- which, of course, only made you harder… only sunk you deeper into what was happening.

“But like I said, you could be me right now if you listened. Instead this is what your boyfriend thinks of you, haha” he said, looking down at him and pulling him off his foot.

“What do you think of me vs Mikey, babygirl?”

Your boyfriend laughed, “I fuck him like the little bitch he is, but that’s not what I need. I thought it was but… I was pretending to be something I’m not,” he said. Your brother nodded, moving his head to one of his big, beefy, hairy pecs to suck on it.

“Thats right, baby. Daddy’s here. You can suck on him all you want,” he said, rubbing the back of your boyfriends head. He shuddered in response, toes curling and legs kicking while he stayed latched on your brother’s nipple but still managed to smile wide.

“So what do you really need?”

“I need… i need a fucking man!” he bellowed, gripping your brothers body all over, kissing down his chest between words, “I need a man! A man’s body, a man’s sweat to lick up, a man with a hairy chest I can do this too,” he said, rubbing his face in between your brothers hairy pecs. “A man’s feet to clean with my bitch tongue. A man’s cock in me; in my mouth, in my hole, anytime he wants it,” he said, sliding his way down your brothers abs, kissing every one on the way down. He pulled your brother’s boxers down slowly. His huge, thick cock popped out from under the elastic. Your boyfriend stared at it in bliss, slowly eyeing it up and down. “I need… this….I need a man loading me up with his cum, sending me back to Mikey’s bed full of his juice like you’ve been doing the past few months. That’s my purpose: to be dominated, topped, to serve a man who I’d leave my fag boyfriend for, to serve a man who could break me from what I was into his bottom bitch” he said, wrapping his lips against your brother’s cock, a constant, low moan in his throat. He sucked it slowly at first, only moving down a fraction of an inch each time, like he was savoring every centimeter he took into his mouth. His moans became louder and louder the further down he moved.

“Ahhhh yeah,” you brother whispered. “That’s it baby. All the way down. You’ve gotten so good at this. Must be all our practice.”

Precum soaked your boxers at the tip of your dick, but you stopped stroking. Something about the sight… the sight of your boyfriend broken and desperate, slurping his way down your brother’s cock, snapped you out of whatever trance you’d been in. This wasn’t just a sick fantasy. This was real. He’d taken him from you. He’d taken your top, the man you loved, and broken him down into a pleading, desperate, cock-hungry little bitch. You wouldn’t have thought it was even possible- your boyfriend had been so domineering, such an alpha, almost a sadist, at times (which you loved)- and yet here he was, purring like a little kitten for your brother, writhing and whimpering at his touch, looking at his cock and body with nothing but love in his eyes.

It must have been you, you realized. Your brother had been right. If you’d been more of a man, this wouldn’t have happened. But you weren’t a man. You were just the type of beta bitch men take things from- not even because they want them, but just because they can.

“Everything alright over there?” your brother asked, peeking around your boyfriend’s bobbing head. “Broski, just look at me,” he said. You did. Time seemed to slow. “Stop fighting me”, he commanded, and you did. You let all your anger and resentment go, just like that.

“There you go. Now start jerking that cock again.”

You just nodded slowly, doing as he said, watching your boyfriend slide up and down his cock. His moans still filled your ears.

“Uh-huh. Just relax. Now, I want you to be honest with yourself, bro. You like seeing your boyfriend worship me, don’t you?”

You nodded slowly again, jerking off faster and faster.

“That’s right. Don’t think about it. Just think about how pathetic you are. How worthless you feel, watching your fiance serve my cock right in front of you.”

“Fuuuuuuuck,” you said, letting your head roll back in pleasure.

“See? It’s not so bad, right? We’ve been getting along so good since this started. Its been so much better this way.“

”… better this way…“ you nodded.

"That’s right bro. Don’t think of it as a negative. You’ll still get to be married and have your husband you always wanted, I’m not that evil. It’s just that you’ll know he really belongs to me- that at the end of the day, he’s mine, and your just a cuck. You’ll spend your life with him knowing I can have him anytime I want. Knowing you want me to take him, to use him as I please. And you can always watch. You love watching. You can always sit and watch as I take your protector and devolve him into my desperate, whimpering piss boy. That’s what you’ll live for- the monthly visits when your husbands bull comes to cuck you. Say it.”

“I love being cucked…” you moaned. The sound joined together with your boyfriend’s moans.

“Exactly. See I tried to prevent this, but I think this is what you are, deep down. A pathetic little cuck, waiting for a real man to step in. And that’s ok, I’ve realized. You don’t need to be an alpha like me. Your role is to be 2nd best, to always be my cuck beta brother. Say it.”

“I’m your cuck beta brother,” you repeated, panting from the waves of pleasure rippling through you as you said it. It felt like a weight had lifted off you. You didn’t have to compete and fight anymore. He was the winner. He was in charge. It would all be so much easier now that you accepted that…

“And I’m?”

“My alpha bull brother, sir,” you said, smiling, walking over and kissing your brothers foot while you cock throbbed and dripped precum all over the rug. You never stopped jerking it- couldn’t stop- you’d never been this turned on before.

“That’s right bro. That’s right,” he said, then stiffened and moaned himself, blowing a huge load on your boyfriends face. Your boyfriend panted and whimpered in pleasure. licking all around his mouth and drinking up every drop he could get. Your brother scooped the rest off his face and let it drip into his open mouth off his finger, smiling while your bf gulped it down until it was all gone and your bf cuddle against the side of him. You blew your own a moment later, shuddering and gasping. Your brother lifted you up, placing you on the other side of him till you all dozed off in a pile.

“Love you too,” you said, staring back dreamily till you all fell asleep together.

—-

About seven years later, everything was still the same. Your fiance and you had gotten married, and your brother still came to visit you and your husband every month for about a week. As soon as he walked in, your husband would slowly start to change. His bold laugh would become a little giggle, his stern voice would soften. You’d be making dinner, and your husband would offer to help him take his bags upstairs while you cooked. That’s when the creaking of the bed and the moaning would start, and you’d just keep cooking, trying to ignore it. They were usually quick the first time, always making it down in time for dinner. You’d sit watching as your husband sat on your brothers lap, feeding him his food. Then they’d go upstairs again. The thing was, for the first few nights, you weren’t allowed in. Something about helping you not take it for granted that your brother had come up with- he made the rules when he was there. You’d sit on the couch, rock hard and panting while your husband moaning and screaming “FUCK ME” echoed through the house along with the sounds of your brother grunting and degrading him. You’d blow load after load listening to them fuck for hours, listening to your husband squeal and beg while your brother dominated him. When it finally stopped, your husband would always come down with a load either on his face or dripping from his ass and a huge smile while you all watched TV together. Then when it got late, they’d go back up for the third round while you fell asleep alone on the couch.

And then after a few days you’d finally be allowed to come in and watch them. You’d sit on a small sofa your husband bought just for this purpose, and watch him lick and worship every inch of your brother, watch him go into a frenzy for his cock until he slid himself onto your brother’s long, hard dick, letting your brother lay back while he did all the work, grinding on it obediently for hours while your brother told him what a tight little bitch he was. You’d watch, entranced and jerking your cock, while your husband got his hole wrecked. Every now and then he’d smile over at you and pound your husband a little harder. He loved watch how you got off on your husband’s moaning; at how much you loved the sight of seeing another man take him.

When he’d finish, you’d curl up together around your brother just like that first night when this all started.

“Love you bro,” he said, giving you a kiss with a wink.