***WARNING: Scat ***
The bedroom was small, and dominated by a massive, king size bed that barely left enough room to walk around it, the floor littered with dirty clothes so thick Blake couldn’t even see the carpet. He stood in the doorway for a few moments, trying to focus and keep his wits about him…and trying to keep himself from becoming too aroused, as the sight of his snoring Grandpa right there, a few feet away. He was turned away from Blake, sleeping on his side, and blake could see the necklace’s gold chain wrapping around the back of his fat, flabby neck, swallowed by a couple folds. He shouldn’t…shouldn’t be in here, he shouldn’t be doing this. Grandpa…Grandpa kept him safe, kept him happy. This felt just…so wrong.
He pushed against the doubts, knowing they were being sown by whatever magic was in that necklace. He had to fight it–he could do this. He crept closer, trying to keep the diaper around his large waist from crinkling too loudly, and hoisted himself up onto the mattress as gracefully as he could, but at his shorter height and new heft, he couldn’t help letting out a grunt. Still, Grandpa was sleeping soundly, and he stayed there on his knees, in his messy diaper, just…just looking at him. No, admiring him, how manly he was, how…strong and powerful and sexy. He could just…imagine being wrapped up in his arms, his Granddaddy’s cock slipping into his ass, pulling…him close. No, he had to fight it–he crawled closer, but the doubts only got louder, the closer he got. This was bad. He was being a bad boy, and he didn’t want to be bad, did he? No! No, he wanted to be good, but he didn’t…didn’t want this, did he? But why…why wouldn’t he? The closer he got, the less he understood, why he was trying to do this at all, and the guilt overwhelmed him as he reached for the chain, and he broke into loud, heaving sobs, tears running down his smooth face.
Grandpa woke up, and rolled over. “Boy! What the fuck are you doin’ in my room? Didn’t I tell you to stay out there and play with your brother?”
“I–I…s-sorry Grandpa, I…” He tried to muster an excuse, but all that came out was more sobs. Grandpa rolled up and pulled him close, into his chest. He was so close to that damn necklace, but all of the thoughts of stealing it had disappeared. He was just a little boy, a bad little boy. He had to confess, he had to tell Grandpa what a bad boy he’d been, trying to steal from him. In between choking sobs, he told Grandpa what he’d been trying to do, but that he hadn’t been able to do it. Grandpa listened and consoled him until Blake’s sobs finally calmed down and became sniffles.
“It’s ok, Blakey. I know that little boys like you can get stupid thoughts like that sometimes, it’s ok, but I think you need to be punished, don’t you? So you learn that little boys shouldn’t have thoughts like that, that they shouldn’t try to get away from Grandpa, right?”
Blake nodded. “I know Grandpa, I was a bad boy. Are…are you gonna spank me?”
“No boy, I think we need a bigger punishment than that. I think until you can learn to keep that naughty head of your under control, we’d better just keep it occupied with more important things for a while,” the necklace began to sparkle, and Blake tried to turn away instinctively, but his eyes were already locked with the light, as it grew stronger, “Yeah, we’ll make that brain of yours much more productive. Filthy, filthy piggy thoughts. Yeah, you’re gonna be my pig boy for a good long while, and maybe I’ll give you a chance to think about something other than nasty filth in a few weeks, once you’ve learned your lesson good ‘n proper.”
His words faded into the light, like a single force burning into Blake’s head. It finally faded away, and he felt…different again. Better, even. Blake gave a loud snort, and he could feel another huge load of shit following from his ass into his diaper, and unable to stop himself, he felt an orgasm rip through him, his cock pumping a massive load of cum into his diaper as he snorted loudly.
“That’s a good piggy, now why don’t you go get filthy? I bet your brother can help you out. After all, I can’t have a clean piggy in the house, right? I’ll feed ya too when I’m done with my nap.”
Blake nodded dumbly, drool falling from his open mouth, and he crawled off the bed, tried to stand up at the edge, and ended up falling to his hands and knees, unable to walk. He must have gotten even fatter–he could feel his flab scraping against the stinking dirty laundry and the carpet on the floor and he crawled back to where Nate was sitting in his own messy diaper. He tried to talk to him, but Blake pushed him over yanked down the waistband of Nate’s diaper and shoved his face into his brother’s messy crack, slurping up the shit, oinking and grunting, thrusting into his own nasty diaper. Nate was just happy it wasn’t him, this time. He’d spent enough time as Grandpa’s pig boy before, to know you don’t try to fight too hard, but Blake would learn that soon enough–he was smart. The three of them could be happy together–Nate knew that. All they had to do was be good boys and keep Grandpa happy, and everything would be just fine–forever.
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