The light dimmed slowly away from his vision, and Blake felt…strange. He certainly didn’t feel…right. Grandpa was standing in front of him, and that made him feel better…or did it? Something, something told him he needed to get away from him, that he needed to run, but…but why would he run from his Grandpa?
“Come on boy, give me a big hug,” the old man said, and after a moment of hesitation, Blake walked to him and let Grandpa pull him close, smelling the old man, feeling his cock hardening in his diaper.
Wait…diaper? Hadn’t he been wearing jeans a minute ago? But why would he be wearing jeans? He…he only wears diapers. That’s Grandpa’s rule. Little boys who can’t control themselves have to wear diapers, like him and his…brother…
He looked over his shoulder at Natey behind him, still on the floor sucking on his binky, rubbing himself through his diaper. He…he wanted to do that too, fuck. Yeah, it feels kind of good, grinding his soft crotch into Grandpa. Blake looked up and found Grandpa looking down at him…but he hadn’t been that tall, had he? It seemed like he’d shrunk by about a foot, and his rugged, muscular body was so much softer, and smooth. In fact, he didn’t seem to have hair anywhere other than his hair, where it was thin, soft and strawberry blonde. Grandpa’s calloused hands on his soft skin made him shiver, and when he bent down to kiss him, he couldn’t resist, allowing Grandpa to rape his mouth with his tongue, as a blast of piss erupted from his cock, soaking the front of the diaper, feeling it grow heavy around his waist, the stench melding with Grandpa’s filthy musk and scent of tobacco smoke.
“Yeah, that’s a good boy, a very good boy,” Grandpa said, “Now why don’t you get down there and suck Grandpa’s pacifier?”
Blake knew something was wrong, but…this couldn’t be it. He loved Grandpa’s pacifier. He got down on his knees, finding himself faced with Grandpa’s thick, cheesy cock head, and he sucked on the head, getting it good and wet, two hands on the front of his diaper rubbing his cock as hard as he could through the soggy fabric.
“Hey Natey!” Grandpa said, “Get over here and give your new brother a hand–or a mouth.”
The cock plug binky fell from Nate’s mouth, and he crawled over next to Blake and began giving Grandpa’s balls a tongue bath. Somehow, he had changed too–he had seemed normal before, but now, like Blake, he was shorter and chubbier as well.
“Fuck, two boys is definitely better than one. Nate here, he was never really your friend, you know–I sent him out just to find another boy to bring back here with him. It took him a while, but I gotta say I couldn’t be happier, and the two of you are gonna be such good, loving brothers, right? Taking care of Grandpa and each other? Fuck, here comes your first taste of Granddaddy’s juice boy!”
Grandpa wrapped his hands around Blake’s head and pumped his cum right down his gullet, and Blake, still unable to believe what was happening, drank it all down. Grandpa pulled his cock free from his mouth, and Nate licked his way up Blake’s fat mouth and started kissing him, sucking the last bits of cum from his mouth, and Blake, still knowing this was wrong, couldn’t help but kiss back, pushing their wet diapers together.
“Such good boys,” Grandpa sighed, “Anyway, ya’ll interrupted my nap, so I’m gonna go back to bed. I’m sure the two of you can play together for a bit, right?” he chuckled, and tromped back to the trailer’s bedroom, shutting the door behind him–and as soon as he was out of the room, Blake felt his mind clear a bit more, and Nate pulled away–a bit reluctantly.
“What…what happened, Nate? I don’t…”
“I told you to leave, Blake, I told you…I didn’t want this, I liked you, but you–”
Blake just stared at him, unable to believe what had happened to him–to them. “You…you were my friend, just to…bring me here?”
“No!” Nate said, “No, that’s what he wanted me to do, but the further I get from that necklace, the better I can resist him. I made a friend like he wanted, but I was never going to bring you here–but then you just showed up anyway!”
“How the fuck was I supposed to know? I just thought you didn’t want me to see where you lived…”
“Well it’s too late now…”
Blake looked at the shut bedroom door. He could already hear his Grandpa snoring behind it. “It’s that necklace, isn’t it?”
“Yeah.”
“So…let’s just get it off him.”
“He never takes it off. It’s hopeless. If you just…just let it happen, it’s a lot easier,” Nate said, and started rubbing the front of Blake’s diaper, making his shiver, “It’s…kind of fun, even, sometimes. And I don’t have to be alone now, we can do it together, we can…survive,” Nate leaned in and kissed him, and Blake gave in, pushing their fat guts together, feeling their diapers rustle–until his bowels suddenly loosened and he filled the back of his diaper with a huge load of shit, and he pulled away in shame.
“Fuck, I just shit myself!”
“You’ll get used to it, trust me.”
“No! I don’t want to get used to this. This is so…wrong!” Blake heaved himself up, feeling his messed diaper sagging around his waist under his flabby body, “I’m getting that necklace and I’m getting out of here. I want to go home!”
Nate just watched him, as Blake creaked the door open as quietly as he could, and slipped inside. He should stop him, but maybe…no, it would be better for him to learn for himself. He’d tried everything already, but there was no way out of Grandpa’s clutches. The sooner Blake learned that for himself, the better off they’d all be.
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