Published: January 16th 2022, 7:17:08 am
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She said it with the affection of a doting mother, running up to Gerard in short shuffling strides and kissing him on the cheek. Frank sat there, unable to say a word, totally petrified as three strangers walked into their kitchen to find him sitting on the floor in just a little T-Shirt and a diaper. The most babyish outfit imaginable.
"So nice to meet you," said Gerard, shaking the hands of two men and a woman. The trio introduced themselves as Pierce, Duke, and Jasmine. Leandra had apparently met them online looking for local kinksters.
"What's with the baby?" asked Pierce.
Frank looked at him horrified. As if this whole thing had been his idea! As if!
"Don't mind him," said Duke. "He tends to be blunt. To each their own. Besides, we already know about the baby cuck. Their reputation precedes them!"
"Heel, you two!" snapped Jasmine, and the two men snapped to attention, then crouched by her feet on either side. She petted their heads.
"Such poor behavior tonight, you two. Pierce, you should be the last person to throw stones. Didn't you just get out of diaper punishment recently?"
Pierce looked down and blushed, but didn't move from his spot at Jasmine's feet.
"And as for you, Duke, maybe you should join him this time. Look at the poor thing. They look absolutely terrified. May I?" asked the woman, looking over to Leandra. Jasmine was tall, dressed in elegant hanging clothes with sheer legs.
"By all means," said Leandra, gesturing toward her infantilized husband.
Frank looked completely shocked as the woman bent down to pick him up.
"H-hey!" He cried as she enveloped him in a big hug. Frank was not used to being so familiar with others so quickly, and certainly not without his permission.
"What a little cutie!" said Jasmine, kissing him on the head. He opened his mouth to protest but quickly found a pacifier plugging it up.
"I think you'd better keep this in tonight, sweetheart," said Leandra with a smirk.
"At least until dinnertime!" said Gerard with a chuckle.
"Well, have a seat everyone, get comfortable. I'll get out some cheese and wine. No, not you, Frankie. The only seat you get is the floor or a grown-up's lap."
These words might have well been wasted on Frank because he didn't exactly get an option. Before he knew it, he wound up in Jasmine's lap, planked by the two strange men while Mommy sat across from them and Daddy busied himself pouring everyone drinks.
"Don't worry, I didn't forget you, Frankie," said Gerard, grabbing a squeeze bottle of grape juice with a Pawsome Squad spill-proof topper. He sat it down on the table, eliciting a round of chuckles from the three guests, some kinder than others.
Frank wanted to sink into the floor, but he was held up from doing so. As if to rub salt in the wound, Gerard continued, "The doctor says no sugary juice cause it makes his pee-pee more likely to cause a diaper rash or UTI. We'll have to finish all this juice right away and move him to something safer for baby."
Frankie scowled at Gerard, or tried to, but he couldn't keep a straight face knowing that Gerard wasn't even exaggerating. Daddy had literally had this conversation with a doctor earlier that day.
"Well, go on. Drink your juice," said Gerard, pulling out Frank's pacifier, crossing his arms and smirking. "All the adults are drinking their grape juice."
Frank looked around. "I know the difference between grape juice and wine, Gerard."
"I'm sorry, what did you just call me?" asked Gerard?
"Better watch yourself, little man," said Pierce, snickering. "You might get another spanking!"
Frank's face burned red, but he folded and apologized, then drank the juice, much to the satisfaction of everyone else in the room.
"Sowwee, Daddy!"
Frank was ashamed to give in so easily, but he didn't have the guts to stand up to Gerard in that moment. Not with the risk of a punishment hanging over his head. He was so busy thinking about how embarassing this whole situation was, that he wasn't paying attention and it wasn't until an adult pulled the squeeze bottle away with a pop that he realized he had been sucking air. Cue a burping from Jasmine, and the whole process started over again.
"Wow, guess my little guy was thirsty," said Gerard. Don't worry, there's plenty more where that came from!" He handed Frank another bottle of juice and looked at him expectantly.
"You can talk as long as you're enjoying your drink. When you're done, we'll put your binky back in, but that means no talking until the next time an adult take your binky out. Got it?."
Frank nodded, looking up at Gerard.
"Well, get drinking. You have five seconds or that pacifier is going back in right now..."
Frank huffed and stuck the juice bottle in his mouth.
"What do we say?" asked Leandra.
"Fank you, Daddy."
Another round of giggles from the audience. Frank blushed and tried his hardest to focus on the bottle in his hands and not on all the people scrutinizing his babification. Sure, he liked to be the center of attention, but not this kind of attention.
Soon, the talk moved on to other things, however. A baby drinking his sippy juice can only entertain for so long. Of particular interest was the ladies comparing notes on how they controlled their men.
"Oh yes, we have little Frankie in an extra small cage. It seems to suit him well," said Leandra.
"Oh really?" asked Jasmine. "I have pierce here fitted with a custom P.A. cage. Of course he had to be pierced and stretched down there, but that wasn't so much of a problem with him. As you can see, he has a proclivity for piercings."
Sure enough, Pierce's face was spiked and studded all over, one of the most prominent being a metal spike protruding out below his lower lip.
"Oh, really? Can I see?"
"Sure! Pierce. Drop your pants."
It was now Pierce's turn to blush as he pulled down his pants to reveal a miniscule metal mushroom-tip where most men would have a freely swinging penis.
"Oh, wow," said Leandra. "And he really can't get any stimulation, even if you play with it directly?"
"Go ahead and try," said Jasmine with a grin.
Leandra did just that, tugging, twisting, and turning to no avail, while Pierce's face burned bright red. Asice from the occasional wince, there was not a hint of arousal to be seen.
"I'm impressed," said Leandra. "How do these perform with diapers?"
Pierce clasped his hands together as if begging Jasmine to say no, but of course she ignored his pleas.
"Oh, most definitely. He wore it the whole time he was diapered and there were no problems at all. Kept him from humping his diapers too!"
"Oh? We have a little diaper humper here, too!" said Leandra, and suddenly Frank's laughter died as he was put on the spot once more. The bottle was taken out of his hands and replaced by another.
"Whuh?"
"You finished your juice, buddy. Here's your next bottle.
It went on like this with Frank being distracted and draining his juice without even realizing it, only to have it replaced by Gerard at every single chance. Pretty soon his bladder was full to bursting, and Gerard had to let go of his bottle and hold onto the front of his diaper in an effort to avoid wetting himself right there in Jasmine's lap.
Not now, not now, not now, not now, he thought to himself, squeezing his eyes shut.
"All finished? Alright then, in goes the binkie!" said Gerard, taking Frankie's last bottle and slipping the binkie in his mouth before he realized what's happening. Frank's eyes shot open as he realized that he was now rendered silent. How was he going to tell Mommy and Daddy that he had to go Pee-Pee?
He knew better than to try and speak up now. That would lead to a spanking in front of everyone for sure, and he could never hold it in for a spanking. He was stuck. It didn't take long for the grownups to notice his predicament.
"Little boy," said Leandra. "You know you're not supposed to touch your diaper. Hands up."
Frank whined into his paci and shook his head.
"Yes, little man, or are we going to have to restrain you so that you have to keep them up?"
Frankie crossed his legs but it wasn't enough. The moment Jasmine pulled his hands up and away from his diaper, the dam burst and he flooded his pamps with the force of a torrential downpour. He couldn't stop it, and not only that, but he enjoyed it. He found himself spasming and moaning in this woman's lap as he felt relief and humiliation mingling together.
Then, Jasmine put her hand on the front of his diaper. Even though he couldn't feel it through his cage, the pressure was enough to set him off.
"Uhnnhnnnnnhhhgghhhh!!!"
"Oh my god, did he cum in his diaper?!" asked Pierce, laughing.
"Wow, he really is a baby," said Duke.
"That's it," said Jasmine, giving the dazed and humiliated Frank a squeeze. "Gerard, Leandra, can I borrow a couple of diapers from you?"
"What?!" cried Pierce.
"No, wait!" said Duke. "I'm sorry!"
But it was too late. Soon, the three men found themselves stuck in the playpen sucking on their pacis while the adults enjoyed the last of the wine and cheese before dinner.
Serves them right, thought Frank, crossing his arms and pouting, but his sourness was short lived because Pierce and Duke wanted their revenge. Here, they would make good use of all that wine they had drunk. While the adults were in the other room, they took turns holding him down as they wet their diapers and ground them in his face. It was the best they could do without any words available to them. It all came to an end when dinner was called, and Frank was relieved to finally be able to breathe again without a face full of wet padding. However, he was disappointed when he saw what they were getting for dinner.
"Oh no! Not baby food!" he whined, his paci falling out of his mouth.
"Uh oh. You know what that means, little man," said Gerard.
Frank paled as he realized he was going to have to get a spanking after all.