Turning Point Pt.1
There he was, once again putting the binky he hated into his mouth to take a
picture. Proof that he was using it, wearing his collar, and still in the shortalls he was
tasked to wear for the day. The look on his face always gave it away, he despised the
predicament he got himself into and would do anything to get out of it, but every step he
took made him realize more and more that the sadistic asshole he had to call sir had no
plans to release him anytime soon.
Unfortunately for him, sir had possession of the collar key, his incredibly tiny
chastity cage key, and original copies of photos he’d do anything to keep private. He’d
give anything to be able to go back and not introduce himself at the bar that night,
anything to to go back and and stop himself from drunkenly showing the stranger
pictures of him in adult baby diapers. He’d cry if he didn’t think it would make things
worse for himself, turn out displays of grief, sadness, or referent only fueled Sir’s
sadistic goals.
As usual a text reply came in incredibly fast after he sent the picture. “Good boy,
now go drink one of the bottles I left you before going out tonight.”
He reluctantly went to the fridge, opening it to reveal rows of giant glass baby
bottles all full with creamy white liquid. He hated when Sir made him drink one, they
tasted absolutely awful and ALWAYS led to a massive stinky situation. Since he was told
to drink one he knew he was in for yet another embarrassing evening. He’d learned
quickly that Sir enjoyed forcing him into the most humiliating public situations, the first
time he had to drink one of the bottles, he ended up in nothing but an incredibly full and
messy diaper in the middle of a shopping mall, an event that bought sir his obedience
moving forward, out of fear mostly.
He did as he was told and drank the bottle, knowing the consequences for not
drinking it would have been far worse than whatever Sir had in store for him tonight.
Finishing the bottle, he sent a picture of the empty glass to Sir so he could get his next
task, wanting to get through this as quickly as he could.
“Good boy, now double up on your diapers. You’re gonna need it. Then I want you
in your baby block onesie, shortalls, and light up Velcro shoes.”
Fuck, it really was going to be an awful night if Sir was making him wear 2
diapers, but he did as he was told. Shortly after he was sending Sir a confirmation photo
of him in the infantile outfit he had requested, the front and back bulge were so massive
that anyone would be naive to believe he wasn’t in a diaper, that is if the crinkle and the
noticeable waddle hadn’t already given it away.
The next text he got was an address, which he looked up to find out was an
incredibly fancy restaurant downtown. Normally Sir had him going to clubs, parks, public
space, etc. This was a first and he wasn’t looking forward to what Sir had in store.
“Don’t panic, you’ve been doing a great job behaving and following my
commands, tonight is a reward, we are having dinner together.”
He was somewhat relieved, maybe tonight would actually be a break from the
continuous humiliation. He arrived at the restaurant and walked in, looked around the
fancy restaurant for Sir, but didn’t see him anywhere. By now his stomach was doing
backflips from the bottle, it seemed like he was lasting much less time than when he
started. He tried to ignore the gaze of the staff and customers that were staring at the 6
foot 4 inch man dressed as an infant. As he was scanning the room another text came
in.
“Eventually you’ll realize how necessary tonight was, good luck.”
As soon as he was finishing reading it he was interrupted by a familiar voice that
sent a shiver down his spine.
“Little brother is that you? It is! Cmon man the whole family is here eating, come
join us!”
Instantaneously he lost the battle with his tummy, sending a torrent of stinky
mush into his double diapers. His big brother stared curiously at how his bro was
dressed, and now more so at the obvious noises coming from his backside. He
immediately started crying at the humiliation. Sir had done some awful things, but
exposing him to his family?! He couldn’t take the blank look he was getting from his
brother and had no choice but to run.
He pivoted and began waddling away to the door, he emerged from the restraurant
in tears, only to be greeted by his mom and dad approaching the restaurant, perfectly
timed with the inevitable second wave of the extra strength laxatives Sir had laced the
bottle with.
Across the street, Sir sat in his car with his binoculars, enjoying every second of
the situation he created. He chuckled to himself thinking about all the fun that was
coming for his little tyke.