Last Chance (4)

Chapter 2
shades of grey

Chapter Description: [male: mind control, physical AR, infantilism, forced homosexuality]

Tate, Willowbrook’s most popular senior, was now nothing more than an 18-year-old mind trapped in a baby’s body -- and this new humiliation was too much to bear. He redoubled his cacophonous rapture as his best friend Tyler, ill-equipped to resist, diligently removed a baby diaper and a bottle of lotion from the box Marta had provided.

“No!!” Tate squealed in between tears, kicking his tiny legs. “Please don’t diaper me!”

Tyler shook his head, his face flushed with crimson. He approached his friend, diaper in hand.

“I’m sorry, buddy,” Tyler said. “I can’t stop myself.”

Tyler knelt down to his friend’s infant form and lifted Tate’s legs into the air. Tate burst into tears and pounded his tiny fists on the carpet in frustration as Tyler unfolded the disposable diaper and slid it under the infant’s tiny bottom. Tate practically drowned in sexual humiliation as his friend rubbed powder over his private parts, his tiny, laughable penis, into the creases between his legs, and along his baby-soft butt. Only by sucking his thumb could the teenaged infant allay the even more humiliating piercing of his babyish wail. Travis pulled the diaper up between his friend’s weak, kicking legs and held it to his tummy, now soft with baby fat, then taped each side securely before tucking in the legbands. At last, 18-year-old Tate was as snugly diapered as any adorable little bundle of joy.

“Wah-- Waaaaahhhhh!!” Tate cried, thrashing around in a most infantile tantrum. The embarrassment was unbearable; the weakness of muscular strength was horrifying. And it manifested itself almost instantaneously as Tate’s miniscule nub of a penis began dribbling a full bladder of baby pee into the confines of his disposable diaper. The teenager wailed and flopped around, his penis flopping similarly, spraying hot urine into every corner of the tiny, but suitably thick diaper. He felt it saturate his empty scrotum and course hotly between his pudgy legs. Soon enough, it was over, and Tate sobbed dejectedly, wanting nothing more than a change, outside of the briefest respite from his plight.

Marta clapped. “Well done, little one.”

Debra turned to face her boyfriend. His mouth was agape in response of what had just happened. Tyler felt guilty beyond words that he had diapered one of his closest friends and doomed him to the ultimate humiliation. That said, there was nothing he could have done.

And there was nothing more he could do, either, when his girlfriend demanded he strip in front of the entire group. As Tate sucked his thumb and pawed at his soaked diaper in curiosity, he watched Tyler lift his t-shirt over his head and toss it aside, exposing his defined muscles and wispy happy trail. His shoes and socks soon followed. Without missing a beat, the 18-year-old unbuttoned his blue jeans and let them fall to his feet, kicking them away and leaving him only in his tight, form-fitting briefs.

“All of it,” Debra emphasized.

His face turning beet-red, Tyler grabbed his briefs by the waistband and slid them to his ankles, exposing his five-inch cock and tuft of well-groomed pubic hair. Neither of his two best guy-friends had ever seen him naked, and Tyler concluded that he could go his whole life without it happening ever again.

Debra pointed to the carpet. “Lie down on the floor, sweetheart.” Tyler obliged in one fluid motion, and his girlfriend, grinning all the while, removed an adult diaper, paradoxically adorned with baby-block stickers, from the box of supplies.

“I’ve had so many occasions to do this.”

Tyler could do nothing to resist -- the teenager merely lay on the carpet, denuded, his hands resting behind his head, as his girlfriend of two years proceeded to diaper him. She rubbed oil along his thighs and into his crotch; as she massaged it into his cock, she failed to suppress a giggle as the organ quickly became engorged. A moan of pleasure escaped Tyler’s mouth as his girlfriend slid an oil-slick finger into the boy’s tight asshole. On one level, he wasn’t even enjoying himself remotely; on another, the ecstasy that rippled through his form was almost transcendent. Debra pulled the diaper up between her boyfriend’s defined, lightly hairy legs, and taped it secure.

“There,” she said. “That wasn’t so bad, was it? Do you like your diapers, Tyler?”

The boy remained silent, humiliated beyond words as he tried to adjust to the feeling of the thick, crinkly padding between his legs.

“You like your diapers, don’t you, Tyler? Tell me you do.”

Tyler grinned. “I like my diapers, Debra. I like ?em a lot. I-- I sort of want to wear them all the time.”

His girlfriend nodded in approval. “I’m sure you’ll get your chance.”

Just a few feet away, Carla approached Travis, and touched his chin with a gentle finger. “You’re not feeling left out, are you, hon?”

A nervous head-shake was the reply.

“Take your pill, darling. We’re almost finished here.”

Travis hesitated for a moment, attempting in futility to delay his fate, then washed down the pill. A warm sensation of calm washed through his body within a matter of minutes. He breathed a sigh of relief when he failed to notice any distinct change in his levels of volition and control.

Carla stroked Travis’s cheek. “That’s a good boy.”

“Tyler?” Debra piped up with a firm voice. “Make out with Travis.”

“Wh-- NO!” came the reply. “NO!”

“Make out with Travis.”

Tyler, his diaper crinkling loudly between his legs, made a quick and fluid move for his friend. Travis backed away. But Tyler was faster, wrapping his arms behind Travis’s back and pushing his lips to those of the other confused and horrified 18-year-old. The hand of instinct motioned Tyler to push his tongue into Travis’s mouth. Tyler’s eyes fell shut as he gave the most loving, sensuous, passionate kiss he had ever given, his tongue exploring the warm, moist recesses of Travis’s mouth. Tyler’s arms slid gently along Travis’s back.

And Travis kissed back.

Travis wrapped his tongue around Tyler’s, savoring things he had never tasted before. A guttural moan escaped his throat. Travis’s eyes fell shut as well as he made out with Tyler.

Within seconds, a rush of blood began to pump into Travis’s cock. Travis moaned again, his knees buckling in ecstasy, as a fierce, throbbing erection developed in his jeans. It pushed agonizingly against the denim and Travis, for his part, began to grind his crotch into Tyler’s diaper. It was such delicious misery. Travis had never been so turned on in his entire life.

“That’s enough,” Debra said, and the two boys broke their kiss.

Travis opened his eyes, his mind swimming in a daze. He wiped a line of Tyler’s saliva from the corner of his mouth and looked down at the tent in his pants, his turgid cock aching for release. The girls laughed at Travis’s obvious state of arousal and made off-color comments regarding a long-buried secret, at last coming to the fore. Travis looked up at his girlfriend in horror.

“Carla,” he whined, “you’ve turned me into a total queer!”

Carla doubled over in laughter, collapsing to her knees.

“Tyler,” Debra said, “look at what you’ve done to your friend.”

Tyler, a tear falling from his cheek and landing on his diaper, leaving an arc down its plastic outside, glanced at the tent in Travis’s pants.

“Leaving it that way wouldn’t be very nice, now would it?” said Debra as a wry grin crossed her face. “Take care of it. Like a good boyfriend should.”

to be continued

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