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The Life Complexity

"Is that Harris on the floor? Lying on his stomach?” said one of the men.

“Yes.”

“Why is he wearing such a bright blue shortall? And it’s so tight!”

“I like it on him that way.”

“Wait, why is his bum so big?” the man said as he walked over to Harris, now seeing his face.

“Well, accidents happened,” said the other, who had the authority over Harris.

“He’s sucking on a pacifier! A huge one!” the man laughed, “What accidents? Did he hit his head and become dumb as a baby?”.

“Worst, do you remember I told you I’m letting Harris stay with me for a while? He said he needed some help between jobs. Let’s just say maybe it was the stress, but my guest room’s bed got soaked more than a few times,” he said, lowered himself to the floor, and patted Harris’s diaper a few times.

“Hence the diapers?”

“Hence the diapers, yes.”

“Okay, but why the whole big baby shtick?”

“Because little Harris doesn’t only wet the bed, but he also needs guidance and help with his adult world. So we decided, actually, I, of course, that at home he’ll be my little boy, and I’ll be his mentor, navigating his adult life. Tomorrow he has his first job interview in a long time! Isn’t that exciting Harry?”

“And he just let you treat him this way? Letting me see him this way? How is he not taking off his diaper right now, or at least his pacifier?”

“A moment ago, you asked if he hit his head? Well, I hit his bare ass, making it all red and hurt. He knows I’m here for him and only what I say goes. If not, he’ll see himself over my knee, or back to the streets.”

“I guess being nursed and baby pampered back to adulthood is better than sleeping in his car.”

“It is, and I tell you what, he also loves it! Flip him over and tickle him, you’ll see!”

Harris was flipped over by the manly guest. Smells of baby powder filled his nostrils, coming from inside the shortalls and diaper.

He was humiliated to the bone. His cheeks were red and puffy, in contrast to the blue pacifier he still nursed on. The man kneeled next to him and was about to tickle him. He had a manly scent, not bad, but like a man who came home late at night.

It was all true. The life complexity, his night accidents, giving control to another, so maybe he could get his life back together. This new form of living gave him comfort and thoughts of a brighter future. Harris thought of the idea of getting the job tomorrow, and it’s all because he gave in to being someone’s baby. He began to smile with joy.

The man tickled him, and tickled and tickled. Harris knew not to resist with his hand, just to move a bit. He started to laugh, as so the manly guest. The man didn’t stop, and Harris laughed so hard, he was about to pee.

He just let go in his diaper, in bright blue shortalls, sucking on a pacifier, while a strange man tickled him on the floor.

It was okay because he had a purpose, and being a baby is a major part of it.

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Locked up and serving.

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So, with my parents away, I was left with my sister, and she was put in charge of me. On the second day, she had dug out my old uniform, which I hadn't worn for three years. For her, it was a way to test her authority and have some fun at my expense. For me, it was about to be a nightmare. She couldn't make me wear this, surely? With her friends coming round? No way.

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As Kevin stood on all fours at the edge of his bed, feeling his warm pee spreading to the back of his padding, he was thinking, "How did this happen? Why doesn't my body listen to me? I should resist!" His constant stream of thoughts was interrupted by a familiar voice. "Aww, is my baby boy making peepees in his cute baby diaper?" The guy was speaking to Kevin as if he were a toddler, emphasizing the word "baby." Then, he put his hand on the back of Kevin's diaper and squeezed the wet padding before continuing to talk.

"You're probably wondering what's going on right now. Let me explain while you can still understand me. My name is Tennet. Does that sound familiar to you? I hope so, because I can't forget the name of the guy who made my high school years miserable. I hated every day at school because of you. Even after we graduated, I still have nightmares where you beat me until I looked like a living meatball. I started seeing a psychiatrist to deal with my nightmares, and he introduced me to the world of hypnosis. He helped me overcome my fears, and when I mentioned you, he suggested that your aggressive behavior might stem from your childhood. That's when I got the idea to use hypnosis to give you a new, happy childhood."

"I'm glad you were excited when I told you about this. Oh, you probably don't remember because you were too busy sucking me off in front of your friends. You were so cute when you messed your white briefs and begged me to put you back in your baby diapers."

" Now, when I snap my fingers, you'll push out all of your big boy thoughts in your diaper and become as smart as a two-year-old baby."

With a snap of his fingers, Kevin began pushing. The warm mess spread around his bottom, as he forgot how to drive a car, do algebra, basic math, tie his shoes, read, and even use the potty.

Now, Kevin sat with a load in his diaper, thinking, "It's so warm. I love when it's warm and squishy, and the sound I make when I push my poopies is so funny." Then, he heard a hissing sound. "I love how peepees sound. I want Daddy to squish my diaper."

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Post match.

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Just before all human speech was rendered impossible, he asked one final question, the classic "why me?" they always ask. So hackneyed. But understandable. We all want to make sense of things. I shoved the gag in his mouth and told him the truth.

"Your ass," I said. "I saw that juicy ass in the gym locker room and imagined what it would be like rubberizing you and fucking you, my hands on those smooth, gleaming mounds as I watch my cock disappearing inside you. It was an intoxicating image, it obsessed me, I knew I'd do anything to make it real, and now I have."

He tilted his head up at me, deep sorrow somehow emanating from his blank rubber countenance despite the eyeless rubber hood.

"Well, you wanted a reason, and that's it. Nothing more than that. Life is pretty arbitrary when you think about it. If I didn't see that beautiful ass I never would've abducted you, and you'd be living your happy mediocre little life, movie nights with the wife, taking the kids to the water park, etc etc. Instead you get the privilege of being my rubber fucktoy. That beefy behind was your ticket to permanent servitude. You're not a handsome dude, I'm not crazy about your body hair, and you're prematurely balding on top, but none of that matters since it's all covered in black rubber now, and forever. But your ass looks magnificent, that's the important thing. At 34 you're the oldest guy I've ever converted by far, it's a distinction that should make you proud."

With that I began to take my clothes off in order to give my new toy its first brutal pounding. I positioned him on all fours on the black rubber-coated conversion platform and locked his steel ankle and wrist cuffs to short lengths of heavy chain locked to the eyebolts anchored in the corners. He struggled and writhed so erotically, like a trapped animal, every muscle taut and that ass practically begging to be drilled. I took up my position standing behind him, lubed up my already hard cock and pushed it in, inch after inch, my hands clawing into each butt cheek just like I'd fantasized. He bucked and his back arched. What a sight to behold. I thought of the thousands of times I'd coat his guts with my sperm and reflected that life isn't really so bad, there are many pleasures to be had if you know where to find them.

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An oldies but a goodie.

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