Daddies hate it when their little men get ideas.” “Yeah, you won’t be able even think of running away anymore, will you? Still, I think we need to find something else to occupy your attention, just to make sure you don’t get any ideas. Rawlin’s said, tickling James massive gut and making him giggle around his pacifier. You’re daddy’s little man, aren’t you? Aren’t you?” Mr. Look at those eyes of yours now–so innocent, so loving, so dull.
He sucked harder on the rubber pacifier, feeling his peepee tingle in anticipation–but what he was anticipating he didn’t really know.
He was running on instinct more than anything now. It was so hard to think, and he didn’t have many words to use to do so, his eyes growing dull and vacant as a bit of drool seeped out around his pacifier. It was like a drain had been opened at the base of his brain and it was all flowing out through his cock and into his diaper. It wasn’t just piss flowing out of him, it was his brain, his knowledge, his thoughts. As he sat there on his daddy’s lap, wreathed in pipe smoke, he suddenly felt his bladder release again, but this time it was different. He wanted to be whatever his daddy wanted him to be. Some distant part of James, something small told him he needed to get away, that he needed to fight against his daddy, but he was so big, and so…so important, and so nice…he couldn’t do that. Rawlins said, massaging his own cock through his suit pants. So how about this, how about we make you a naughty baby? A stupid, dirty, naughty little man? How does that sound? Would you like that? I know I would–I’d like that a lot,” Mr. Still, since you’re being such a pain, I think we need to do something about that head of yours, don’t we? We need to make sure you stay occupied, so you don’t get any ideas about running away from me ever again. Rawlins started rubbing one of hands up and down his big belly, and his peepee did that funny thing again, getting kind of stiff in his diaper, and James sucked harder on the rubber cock in his mouth. He was on his daddy’s lap now–everything would be alright. Rawlins said, pulling James into a hug, and he melted into the older man’s chest, the sense of comfort and security which washed over him drove his earlier terror from his mind. “Alright, come here little man, it’s alright,” Mr. WARNING: Scat, Diapers, Extreme Mental Regression, etc.įrom the way his legs were swinging without even touching the ground, James realized he must have shrunk again as well, but with no way of measuring, all he knew was that his daddy absolutely dwarfed him…and yet he felt a strange sense of comfort in that.
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