Baby Wuss

“Alright, my widdwe baby. Have yourself a wonderful nap. Mommy will be back to check on you in a bit,” said Karley, planting a kiss on dear Ryan’s cheek. Her luscious, blue-colored hair tickled his lips as she leaned in close. 

Ryan, meanwhile, snuggled into his pink, satin sheets, dressed only in a diaper and bonnet. If someone had asked him a few months ago where he thought his life would be, he certainly wouldn’t have guessed in a bassinet being doted on by his loving mistress. He’d only recently developed this kink, thanks in large part to the incident that happened at his workplace, and he’d already couldn’t get enough of it. His new favorite pastime was spending as much time as possible at Mistress Karley’s place. 

Mistress Karley was an ABDL mommy dom and a damn good one too. She’d been doing it for over a year now and had developed a pretty steady client base.  

When Karley first met Ryan, she didn’t know what to think of him, especially with how new he was to ABDL in general. But he took to it like a fish in water. Now, he was such a regular that she often left the nursery set up for him on her days without clients, just in case he decided to do a walk-in appointment. 

“The baby monitor is on, so call me if you need anything, sweetie,” cooed Karley, before stepping towards the door and turning off the lights, leaving the room in total darkness. “Well, this just won’t do,” she said, rushing over to the window and cracking the blinds open, “Much better.” As she turned to leave, she flipped open the window slightly, allowing for the breezy summer air to waft into the nursery. 

With his eyes closed, Ryan saw nothing of these developments, and likely would have objected to having the nursery window ajar. However, thanks to how deep in Little Space he was, he didn’t think anything of the sounds he heard Karley making. 

Little did Ryan know that thanks to Karley’s actions, he was about to experience the most humiliating afternoon of his life… 

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In the midst of a wondrous summer day, Morgan, Sawyer, and Alyssa were enjoying an afternoon stroll on their way back to Alyssa’s house. They’d been shopping at the campus mall and enjoying their time off from studying, having just finished their first semester in college. 

“Seriously, I don’t get how you guys passed Professor Sutton’s course. I didn’t even survive to midterms before dropping,” said Alyssa, groaning as she bemoaned her own pitiful test scores, as the attractive and voluptuous brunette girl glared up at her much taller compatriots. 

Sawyer scoffed at Alyssa’s bellyaching, “Oh, please. That class was a cakewalk. Maybe if you’d spend more nights studying your textbook and less time studying the veins of Colton’s cock, you’d have passed.” She giggled at her own joke, brushing her dirty blonde hair out of her eyes. 

“I dunno what you’re bragging about, Sawyer. You barely made it to finals day,” teased Morgan. With her bombshell looks, rosy-red hair, and curves that would make Sir Mix-A-Lot melt, she managed to stand out even amongst her incredibly attractive friends. With a confident, almost pompous, posturing, she made it clear that she was indeed the ring leader of this group. 

Something that Sawyer, who was steaming over Morgan’s snide comment, was all too aware of. Calling her relationship with Morgan a “friendship” would certainly be a liberal use of the term. “Whatever, slut. At least I didn’t give the professor a blowjob so I could cheat my way to an A,” she said, folding her arms and raising her eyebrow. 

“Gasp!” said Morgan jokingly, “I’m disappointed you think so low of me to believe I actually blew Sutton…I only gave him a handy.” The three girls all burst out laughing at Morgan’s shameless statement. Fueled by an egotistical desire to always be the entertainer of the group, she continued, “If you want to know who the real whore was, I heard Karley got wet and wild with Sutton in the shower, and then came back to his office the next day for seconds.” 

Alyssa rolled her eyes, “Doesn’t surprise me in the slightest. I swear, that girl couldn’t keep her legs shut if she tried.” 

“Hey, Karley lives nearby, yeah?” said Sawyer, recognizing this as the perfect coincidence that it is. She’d never tell Morgan this, but she loved to have Karley around. With her cutesy attitude and short stack stature, she was always useful in making Morgan jealous with all the attention she received. 

Morgan winced, hoping to leave Karley out of today’s activities. She’d gotten so much satisfaction from not having that little shrimp around to steal her thunder. Even she had to admit that anytime she was with Karley, she couldn’t keep her eyes off of her. However, before she could dismiss Sawyer’s assertion, Alyssa jumped in to say, “She totally does! I was just pregaming at her place last week. Let’s go surprise her.” 

“Y-Yeah, let’s go,” said Morgan, feigning enthusiasm. She rolled her eyes and set off towards Karley’s house, with Alyssa and Morgan in tow. 

Meanwhile, Karley was busy getting a late afternoon snack ready for Ryan, excited to give him a special secret surprise in his bottle. “He did say he was feeling constipated,” she giggled to herself as she snapped the rubber nipple over top of the bottle and shook it well to mix the laxatives in well. 

However, Karley wasn’t quite satisfied yet. After the cheeky hard-on he got during changing, she wasn’t to make sure mister man kept his horniness in check. Pulling out a box of pills labeled, “CrissBaby’s Shrinkage Pill: Guaranteed to keep your man flaccid and small or your money back!” As she dumped out a pill into her hand, her eyes caught a glimpse of the small warning that said, “Caution: Prostate orgasms are still possible while under the effects of this pill. Be warned, having an orgasm within 24-hours of taking this pill can result in permanent male size reduction.” Giggling, she imagined what Ryan might do if he ended up with a permanent micropenis. Thinking this warning would never really come up in their play, she uncapped the bottle and placed the pill inside, watching it slowly dissolve. 

BUZZ BUZZ! BUZZ BUZZ! 

Karley’s attention was suddenly captured by the sound of her cellphone, vibrating audibly as it shuddered around on the kitchen counter. She promptly answered. “Hello? Oh, hey mom, what’s up?” She placed her hand on the counter, lounging slightly as she stood. However, her laxed position soon turned rigid as her face soured. “M-Mom, no I can’t just drop what I’m doing and-” She pinched the bridge of her nose, barely able to get a word in edgewise. 

Thinking about Ryan in the other room, Karley figured he wouldn’t be up for another hour or so. While she certainly didn’t like to leave a baby unattended, she could be there and back in twenty minutes if she hurried. “Mom, mom, stop! Okay, I’m grabbing my keys and I’m on my way. Bye,” she said, sighing as she hung up her phone. Grabbing her purse, Karley rushed out her front door, wanting to get back as soon as she could. 

Moments after Karley backed her car out of the driveway and was driving out of sight, the trio of college girls showed up for their impromptu visit. Morgan walked up to the door and pressed the doorbell. 

DING DONG! 

The three girls waited patiently for about ten seconds before Morgan was pounding her fist on the door. “Hey, bitch, let us in,” she shouted in jest. Still, despite the knocking and yelling, no one answered. 

“Shoot, guess she must be out,” said Alyssa, her face scrunching up into a pout. 

Sawyer stepped off the front porch and looked to the driveway. “Then why is there a car in the driveway?” she asked, exaggeratingly throwing her arms towards the car, “I mean, it’s not HER car, but still.” 

Joined Sawyer on the front lawn, Morgan placed a hand on her shoulder. “Aw, shuck! That’s too bad,” she said, doing nothing to hide her sarcasm, “Looks like we’ll just have to lea-” 

“Hey, guys! Karley left a window open!” shouted Alyssa from across the yard, unaware of her perfect timing. 

Sawyer flashed a smug grin at Morgan before rushing over to Alyssa to see the cracked window, “Well, what do you know? Wanna sneak in and scare Karley when she gets home.” 

“Hells yeah!” giggled Alyssa, already conjuring up her perfect hiding spot. 

Morgan placed her hands on her hips and shook her head. “You two are the loudest people I’ve ever seen discuss trespassing. Try to be a bit quieter,” she said, lifting the window open wide enough for herself to fit through, “Alyssa, Sawyer, boost me up.” 

Rolling her eyes, Sawyer joined Alyssa and walked over to help Morgan crawl in through the window. She then waited for the perfect moment when Morgan was parting the blinds to give her an extra push, causing her to lose her balance on the window sill and fall forward. 

Luckily for Morgan, not only did her foot barely avoid a nearby fishbowl that was stationed on the window sill, but she also landed on a pile of stuffed animals, cushioning the blow. She quickly scrambled to her feet and stuck her head back out the window, whisper-yelling to Sawyer, “You utter moron! Are you trying to get us caught?!” 

“Just go open the front door, you big clutz,” responded Sawyer, sticking her tongue out at Morgan as she rounded back towards the front door. 

With a heavy sigh, Morgan got to her feet and looked around the room, finding a display she found incredibly shocking. Before her sat an infant’s dream nursery, with everything from the furniture to the walls being coated in soft, pastel colors. The only odd thing was that everything looked far too big for an infant.  

A pit in Morgan’s stomach began to sink in as she wondered for a moment if she’d entered the wrong house somehow. However, as she opened the nursery’s door and looked out into the adjacent living room, she could tell that this was definitely Karley’s house. 

Suddenly, the sound of someone shuffling in a bed causes Morgan to jump in surprise. Thankfully, a loud snore soon followed, letting her know that she was at least safe from getting caught for the moment. She tiptoed over to the source of the snoring, a bassinet on the far side of the room, assuming that perhaps Karley was in this room napping…for some reason that she has no interest in unpacking right now. 

The last person that Morgan expected to see, though, was the familiar face of her former high school gawker, Ryan. She remembered how many times she caught him staring at her in Spanish class. She never paid him much mind behind finding him vaguely creepy, if not a tad annoying. So to see him stuffed inside of a bassinet with a big bonnet on his head and a binky in his mouth was quite the throwback. 

Rushing towards the front door of Karley’s house, Morgan threw open the door, barely able to contain her excitement, “You guys are not going to believe this!” 

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“Okay, let’s wake him up.” 

“Hey…buddy…what did you say his name was again?” 

“Pretty sure it’s Ryan.” 

“Hey, Ryan, it’s time to wake up sweetie.” 

Ryan’s ears twitched as he faintly heard voices around him. Assuming it was all a part of some dream, he rolled to his side and attempted to settle back in. However, not long after, the feeling of being shaken by a pair of hands pulled him full out of his slumber. His eyes shot open as he sat up, with his binky falling from his mouth at what he saw. 

In front of him were three impossibly gorgeous women, each one of them grinning down at him as if he were cornered prey. Two of them he didn’t recognize, but there was no mistaking who the girl in the middle was. “M-Morgan?!” he stuttered, his cheeks glowing red. 

Leaning her face down in front of Ryan’s, Morgan could feel the heat of his breath that permeated the air. “Long time, no see. I’d ask what you’ve been up to since high school, but I think we both know the answer to the question,” she said, flicking his big, billowing bonnet.  

“I-I can explain,” said Ryan instinctually. Sadly, he had nothing prepared to follow that statement. How could he portray this as anything beyond what it obviously was? He slowly sat up as Morgan and the other girls backed away, giving him room to climb down from the bassinet. Falling to his knees in front of Morgan, he muttered out, “J-Just, please don’t tell anyone. I’ll do whatever you want.” 

The three girls all laughed amongst themselves. “Whatever we want, you say?” said Sawyer, leaning down to him and grabbing his thin-framed jaw with one hand. She squished the baby fat still present on his cheeks, forcing his lips to pucker. “Then I think a kiss for each of us should suffice.” 

Ryan’s heart rate shot through the roof. “D-Did you just say kiss?” he said, beginning to wonder if he was, in fact, still dreaming. 

“I certainly did,” responded Sawyer, standing back up and gesturing Morgan forward, “Why don’t you give the first to Morgan. You two seem like you were soooo close in high school after all?” 

Internally, Morgan was cursing Sawyer’s dirty play to no end. How dare she offer up her precious lips to some dweeb. However, not wanting to back down from Sawyer’s proposition, she kneeled down in front of Ryan, giving him a sneering smile. “Close your eyes and pucker up babycakes. I’m about to blow your mind.” 

“Okay, I seriously have to be dreaming,” thought Ryan, in utter disbelief over what was unfolding. Still, he wasn’t about to question Morgan’s generous offer. Closing his eyes, he pursed his lips and braced himself for a kiss from his high school crush. Soon, he felt his lips press against something fleshy and warm. Thinking this was his chance for some sweet tongue action, he worked his tongue between his lips, tasting Morgan for the first time. 

“Mwah!” 

PFFFFFFFFFF! 

Opening his eyes as he tasted hot, smelly air on the tip of his tongue, Ryan found that his lips were not around Morgan’s mouth, but instead her tight, pink butthole. A butthole that just farted in his mouth. He recoiled away, but the damage was already done. 

Morgan doubled over, as did the viewing audience of Sawyer and Alyssa. As all three writhed with outrageous laughter on the floor, Ryan could feel his blood starting to boil. Who were these girls to interrupt his playtime? And where was Karley?! Turning to the baby monitor near the bassinet, Ryan got up from the ground and rushed over to it, shouting, “Help! Karley!” He waited for a response, but all that came through the speaker was muffled static.  

“Uh oh, looks like the little one needs Mommy!” said Alyssa, rushing over and plucking Ryan up from the ground. 

It was at that moment that Ryan realized he wasn’t only caught off guard by these girls. He was outmatched physically as well. Not only was he the shortest in the room, dropping below Alyssa by less than an inch, he was also the weakest by far. With all the other girls having talent in their respective sports, there wasn’t a weakling in the bunch. 

Helpless to stop Alyssa, Ryan was escorted across the room to the closet. For a moment, he felt thankful. Having only been dressed in a diaper and bonnet, he felt super exposed. Even something silly like a baby boy onesie or something. 

Unfortunately, Ryan’s relief didn’t last as the moment Alyssa set him back down on the floor, she and Morgan instantly looked past the racks of baby boy attire, finding far more interest in the vast variety of baby girl outfits. He could already feel himself breaking into a cold sweat. 

Something that Ryan had never even mustered up the courage to confess to Karley about was his overwhelming desire to wear girly outfits. Even before falling down the ABDL rabbit hole, he was always attracted to the idea of seeing himself sissified. However, now that 

Over in the corner of the room, Sawyer messed with the record player that Karley had set up with various children’s records stationed beneath it. Pulling out one of the records, she placed it on the turntable and carefully set the needle down on the spinning, shiny black record. 

“Rock-a-bye baby on the treetops. When the wind blows, the cradle will rock.” 

A classic rendition of the lullaby began to echo throughout the room. Ryan blushed even harder as he heard the infantile music. Even worse was that it was Karley’s favorite record to put on for him. “I think the baby likes it!” elated Sawyer, giving Ryan a pinch on the cheek as she joined Alyssa and Morgan in browsing through the closet. 

“Oooh! This is perfect!” shouted Morgan with immense glee as she turned to face Ryan while holding a powder blue babydoll dress. And yet, it was the look on her face that truly shook Ryan to his core. It was an expression that he could only describe as pure mischief. 

Ryan tried to stand up and make a run for it, too terrified of the humiliation he’d endure in spite of this fitting right in with the numerous sissy fantasies that his horny brain had conjured up. He didn’t get far, though, as he was soon tackled to the ground by Alyssa and Sawyer. Soon after, he began to feel the delicate silk of the dress being slid over his outstretched arms before it overtook his vision, leaving him encased in a shiny blue prison. 

With Ryan’s head and arms fully inside of the dress, Sawyer and Alyssa grabbed him by the arms and hoisted him up, while Morgan continued to straighten out her hapless victim’s new garment.  

Meanwhile, Ryan bit down hard on his tongue, already feeling his little buddy beginning to strain against the soft, slightly damp cotton folds of his diaper. Holding his body as stiff as possible, he avoids touching the dress with his arms and hands to prevent becoming even more aroused. 

Unfortunately, this strategy would fail Ryan, as Alyssa ran over and brought him into a big hug, caressing his silk-coated body. His knees felt weak as his bulging member throbbed widely. It felt like he could cum at any second. 

Then, it happened. Ryan couldn’t tell who did it, as all three girls were near him. Someone grabbed the front of his diaper and squeezed hard. This triggered a partially painful, partially erotic feeling that spread from his manhood throughout his entire body. “MMmmmUuHHH!” he shrieked as his eyes rolled back in his head. His penis shot glob after glob of sticky semen inside of his diaper, much to his dismay. 

To the other three girls, there was no confusion about what was happening to him. Alyssa stepped back from her hug, exposing Ryan’s tented diaper front to the room. They didn’t laugh or shout with joy as they had been previously. None of them could quite believe the pathetic display they were witnessing. The cute little sissy dress he had on did nothing to provide any cover and only served to make the scene even more embarrassing. 

As his hips slowly ceased their gyrating, Ryan fell to his knees, his legs far too wobbly to allow him to stay upright, before crumpling onto the floor. What Ryan didn’t expect, though, was for Sawyer to pull a devilish trick on him. 

In the midst of Ryan’s climax, Sawyer noticed just how unstable his legs were. Thinking on her feet, she used his shameless display to grab the fishbowl. She then watched as he fell backward on his knees, sliding the fishbowl underneath him in a flash. 

The fishbowl wasn’t overly wide, but it was just big enough for Ryan’s petite frame to slide in between the glass rim. Copious amounts of water spilled onto the floor as his padded butt sank into the clear water. His diaper wasted no time slurping up as much available liquid as it could, quickly swelling to fill up more and more of the tank. The poor goldfish that was stuck inside cowered into the corner, barely able to survive Ryan’s invasion. 

Ryan struggled for a few seconds, all while the girls once again broke down in hysterics. Eventually, he managed to shimmy himself out of the bowl and rolled over onto the floor. As he picked himself up, he looked back at his ridiculously drenched booty. 

“Awww, he fell in the fishbowl,” cooed Morgan, rushing over and pressing her hand into his sloshy diaper, “Goodness, there’s so much water in here that I bet the fish could survive!” 

Morgan’s comment gave Alyssa a devious idea. She quickly reached into the fishbowl and scooped up the fish that was barely alive thanks to the minimal water that Ryan’s diaper left it with. “Why don’t we test that theory?” she said, pulling back the rear of his diaper and sliding the fish inside. 

Reacting instantly, Ryan wiggled his butt up, down, and all around as the goldfish flopped back and forth throughout his diaper. Any attempt to stop the fish by pressing down on the diaper was futile, as the slippery bugger would instantly slip out and shift to another area of his diaper. If someone were to see in through the window, they would almost assume that he was doing an adorable little dance for his doting babysitters. 

Tears fell from the girls’ eyes as they laughed themselves silly. Eventually, it was Morgan who put an end to the fishy fun, as she picked up Ryan and escorted him over to the changing table, all while he continued to wiggle around thanks to his padding buddy. 

Morgan laid him out flat and began to undo his tapes, which were only hanging on by the skin of their teeth thanks to Ryan’s splashy fun time. “Hey, Alyssa! Sawyer and I will handle the change. Why don’t you go fetch our baby girl something yummy for when her change is over?” she said, her mind going wild with different ideas of how to sexually tease and torment Ryan. 

“Aww, but I wanna watch!” shouted Alyssa, stomping her foot like an incessant child. However, as soon as Sawyer and Morgan glared daggers at her, she turned tail and rushed out of the room without another word. 

Returning to the task at hand, Morgan began to peel back Ryan’s diaper, while Sawyer took hold of his wrists and tied them up in the restraints that Karley had permanently attached to the changing table. Ryan struggled, but it was no use, as soon his arms, as well as his ankles, were locked down. 

Morgan made quick work of snagging the fish from Ryan’s diaper without touching any of his naughty bits, placing it back inside the low waterline of the fishbowl. She took her first good look at Ryan’s undercarriage, her jaw-dropping at the sight she saw. “Holy crap! You asshole is huge!” 

Sure enough, Ryan’s rear entrance was nearly the size of a kiwi, a result of the unpleasant butt plug he’d been forced to endure while trapped in the CrissBaby auto-nursery. He shuddered just thinking about the incident. 

Suddenly, a terrible idea popped into Morgan’s brain. Grabbing one of the rubber gloves from a shelf on the changing table, she quickly put it on before lathering up her hand in some nearby lubricant. She then returned her focus to Ryan’s booty hole with a haunting smile. “I wonder how much of my hand I could fit,” she pondered as she placed her fore-finger and middle-finger on his rectum and pushed deep inside. 

Ryan clenched in response, but it was no use. The lubricant, combined with how wide his butthole was already stretched out allowed for Morgan to slide her tiny digits in with ease. A loud, confused moan was all he could squeak out as he jerked against his restraints. 

Morgan chuckled hardily, relishing in his pitiful response, “Looks like we got a squealer on our hands!” 

“I think I know how to take care of that,” said Sawyer as she reached back and unclasped her bra, before pulling the neckline of her shirt over her left boob. “I know Alyssa is prepping a little snacky for you, but I think I can spoil your meal a little.” She proceeded to lower her boob until it was hovering just over Ryan’s face, letting him gawk at her tantalizing titty. 

Scoffing, Morgan shook her head. “You sure he’s gonna get anything out of those C-cups?” she said pointedly whilst allowing her ring finger to join in on the fun. 

Internally, Sawyer was fuming, but she couldn’t let Morgan see that. Disregarding her petty comment. She wrapped her hand around Ryan’s neck and forced him upwards, face-planting him against her modest breast.  

Ryan, throughout all of this, was in a hellish kind of heaven. Nursing from one girl’s breast while another fingered his butthole was almost too much for him to handle. He didn’t taste any milk coming from Sawyer’s unmotherly breasts, but he didn’t care much as he suckled on her nipple delicately. Thankfully, or not thankfully depending on how you look at it, Alyssa soon returned with a milk bottle in hand, causing the girls to end their magical moment with him. 

“I’m back,” Alyssa stated loudly for all to hear, “Karley already had a milk bottle out on the counter for him, so it was super easy.” 

Seeing another opportunity to strike, Morgan said, “Great job, Alyssa. Sorry Sawyer, looks like Alyssa’s got all the milk this baby needs.” 

For Sawyer, this was the last straw. Picking up a bottle of baby powder, she raised it to Morgan’s face and gave it a good squeeze. This resulted in a cloud of powder coating Morgan’s expertly made-up face. She recoiled from the blast, but her skin was already well covered. 

Morgan moved to retaliate, but Sawyer promptly took the bottle from Alyssa’s hands and plopped it into Ryan’s unexpecting mouth, but not before hawking a big loogie and spitting on the bottle’s nipple. “No more roughhousing! I’m feeding the baby,” she said in a semi-serious, semi-mocking manner. 

Unfortunately, thanks to Morgan stepping away from her spot at the end of the table, Alyssa was able to move into the changer’s position, getting a nice look at Ryan’s slimy, pulsating butthole. “Oh, my! Someone’s prostate looks like it’s ready for some playtime!” she yelled as she plunged her ungloved and unlubricated fingers into his rectum. 

Slightly horrified by how gungho Alyssa was to use her bare fingers, Morgan backed away from the table in confusion and frustration. She was supposed to be the dominant one, and yet here she was, stuck on the sidelines. Her brain quickly got to work, conjuring up schemes to make Ryan melt in the palm of her hand once more. 

Ryan squeaked and gagged against the milk bottle he was sucking on, still able to taste Sawyer’s spit, as Alyssa’s fingers banged him dry. Mercifully, the remnants of the lube that Morgan had used eventually took some of the pain away, but his prostate was still taking quite the beating. Much to his surprise, he couldn’t feel himself getting hard from this, no matter how erotic the feeling of a girl playing with his asshole was. In fact, his penis felt somewhat numb, despite the pleasure he was getting deep in his prostate. “W-Why’m I…nod geddin…hawd?!” he mumbled between sips, causing Sawyer to squeeze the bottle and silence him. 

“Ooh! I can answer that!” said Alyssa, smiling widely, “I saw a box of pills on the counter that apparently can give you a micropenis.” Shrugging off her game-changing statement, she got back into the rhythm of diddling his butt. 

“MMMMMMMMFFF!” wailed Ryan as he was powerless to stop the girl’s from continuing to force-feed him. He strained his neck upward, angling himself as best as he could to see that Alyssa certainly wasn’t lying. Before his very eyes, he watched as his modest member shrunk down to about an inch long and then kept going. In less than a minute, he was the not-so-proud owner of a brand new micropenis.  

By this point, Morgan had been left out long enough for her desire to be the center of attention to boiling over. She grabbed Alyssa by the shoulders and shoved her out of the way. “Alright, you’ve teased him enough. Time to show you what a pro can do,” she said, knowing exactly how to ruin Ryan forever. Pinching all her fingers together, she shoved half of her gloved hand inside of Ryan’s butthole. The noise he made in response was practically inhuman. 

Morgan didn’t stop there, though. Pushing her hand back and forth, she proceeded to loosen him up by brute force. After a few pumps, she practically had her whole hand inside of him. Continuing her exploration, he pushed forward more. Since her fist was wider than her arm, she had a much easier time getting deeper now, edging her arm in up to the elbow. 

Not wanting to be left out, Alyssa examined the changing table, looking for any way she could aid in Ryan’s humiliation. She ended up discovering a small chastity cage stashed away in one of the tables cabinets. Seizing the opportunity, she got to work locking up Ryan’s extremely shrunken dick. 

During all of this, Ryan was practically slobbering all over himself as Sawyer filled his stomach to its limits. If what happened at CrissBaby factory could be described as ruining his asshole, what Morgan was basically an apocalyptic event. His eyes went cross as he felt an orgasm building up deep inside of him. He bit down on the teet of the milk bottle as he let out a giant load through the slots of the chastity cage and onto his pretty blue dress. 

CLICK! 

All of a sudden, the fun came to an instantaneous halt as the three girls and Ryan all heard the sound of the front door opening. Reacting as quickly as they could, the three girls rushed off towards the closet, shutting themselves inside just in time and leaving poor Ryan trapped on top of the changing table. 

Moments later, Karley entered the nursery, expecting to still see her baby sleeping soundly. However, the second that she heard Ryan’s favorite lullaby music blaring out from the record player, she knew she had a naughty little on her hands. Never in her assumptions though did she expect to see Ryan sprawled out on the changing table, dressed in a baby doll dress and with his widened asshole on display for anyone to see. “What is going on here?!” she demanded to know. 

Letting the milk bottle roll off of him, Ryan was utterly speechless. The level of humiliation and shame he felt was so strong that he went fully non-verbal the moment Karley began to scold him. Feeling helpless in both body and mind, he began to cry like the big baby that he was. 

Karley tried to stay mad, but Ryan’s tears were too much for her tender heart. “Baby girl, it’s okay. You just worried Mommy lots!” she said, placing a comforting hand on his cheek.  

However, Karley’s gentle, motherly tone dissipated quickly as she saw three things that made her heart drop. The drugged milk bottle, the obvious jizz stain on the dress he was wearing, and the undeniable micropenis that he was now sporting. “Uh oh,” she muttered, backing away towards the door, “Wait right here, baby boy-er…girl. I need to make a quick phone call. And you better still be on that changing table when I get back, or else you're gonna get your least favorite punishment.” 

Before Ryan could say anything else or ask what was up, Karley was out of sight. Even though something serious was clearly going on, all he could focus on was Karley’s threat of his least favorite punishment. No doubt, the castor oil would be brought out if those girls got him into any more trouble. 

Speaking of the devils, Morgan, Sawyer, and Alyssa jumped out of the closet the moment that the coast was clear. “Okay, let’s get the hell out of here,” said Sawyer, rushing to the window and climbing out fast. Alyssa followed quickly behind, leaving only Morgan with Ryan. 

Morgan grabbed the window sill and prepared to jump down to the grass below, but stopped short, turning back to Ryan. Having heard Karley’s threat only moments again, she cooked up a terribly evil idea. “I bet baby Ryan would love a bit of playtime!” she said, sauntering over to him and undoing his restraints. Ryan tried to fight against her, but she easily pushed his grabby hands out of the way. 

In what seemed like no time at all, Morgan had Ryan boosted up over her shoulder again, leaving his sodden nappy behind on the changing table. She then placed him down in the middle of a nearby playpen before kneeling down in front of him. “Now Ryan, I want you to be a good girl and wet yourself right now,” she said with a smug look on her face. 

Ryan’s eyes went wide and he shook his head no. He was already where he wasn’t supposed to be. If Karley came back and saw he peed on the floor, she’d no doubt let him have it.  

Unfortunately, Morgan didn’t much care about his opposition. She quickly shuffled behind him and gave him a big hug, wrapping her arms around his bladder and squeezing as hard as she could. 

Unprepared for Morgan’s quick attack, Ryan did his best to maintain his bladder’s composure, but from the start, it was a losing battle. Soon, a small amount of urine shot out from the tip of his minuscule cock and began to stain the carpet yellow. It wasn’t a ton, but it was enough to guarantee that Karley would be furious. 

“So there’s nothing that can be done?” 

Hearing Karley’s voice drawing closer, Morgan quickly unraveled herself from Ryan’s torso and made a mad dash for the window. As she crawled out, all she could think about was how satisfied she was that neither Sawyer nor Alyssa could be as sadistic as her. 

“Baby, I have some bad new-,” said Karley as she returned, her voice cutting off mid-sentence. 

Ryan could swear he saw Karley’s eyes turn red with anger as she stormed over to Ryan and snatched his ear, forcing him to his feet. “Just who do you think you are?! I’m running a business here and I can’t have you pissing anywhere you like!” she said, turning and walking towards the changing table with Ryan’s ear in hand, “Well, you’ll be happy to know that your new little buddy is a permanent fixture of your body! Serves you right for being such a naughty little brat! Now, let’s get you into some thick padding, little miss! I’d say a proper punishment is in order.” 

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DING DONG! 

Morgan, Sawyer, and Alyssa all waited casually on Karley’s doorstep, pretending as though they’d only just shown up. “I can’t believe you did that to him!” whisper-yelled Alyssa, barely able to contain her excitement to get back in there, “Who would’ve thought treating someone like a baby could be so much fun?!” 

“Hehe, indeed,” said Sawyer, sneaking a look at Morgan as a plan began to formulate in her head. However, before she could give her plan much thought, the door swung open. 

“Hey, you guys, what are you doing here?” said Karley, forcing herself to be as friendly as she could, given the circumstances. 

Morgan cleared her throat before jumping into her prepared lines. “We were just in the neighborhood and wanted to drop by. Can we come in?” she said innocently. 

At first, Karley was ready to turn them away, as she had anyone else who’d stopped by while she had a client with her. However, after Ryan’s little accident, she figured he was this would be the perfect addition to his punishment. “Come on in, girls! But do be warned, I have a very special guest with me,” she said, ushering the girls in. 

Soon, all four girls were gathered in the kitchen, where Ryan was waiting, restrained in an adult-sized high chair and wearing not one, not two, but three gargantuan diapers. They were so big and fluffy that they were bulging out of the gaps in the high chair, begging for more space. 

“Oh my gosh! Who is this little darling?!” said Morgan, which served as an extra knife to jab Ryan through the heart as the girl who shoved her whole arm up his ass pretended as if she’d never met him before. He knew there was absolutely nothing he could do to convince Karley of the truth, making Morgan’s and the other girls’ presence that much more horrible.  

With a bottle of castor oil in hand, Karley moved in close to Ryan, pouring a healthy serving of the goopy, golden liquid into a large spoon. “This is Ryan, he’s one of my frequent clients. Now watch and learn, girls, because this troublemaker has a whole world of punishment coming his way,” she stated matter-of-factly as she pinched his nose and waited for natural human instinct to kick in. 

Ryan struggled to hold his breath, having no chance to even fill his lungs up before Karley pounced on him. He held out as long as he could, but eventually, his need for air got to him. 

GULP! 

The spoon filled with the foul-tasting liquid was promptly shoved down his gullet the second that his lips parted. He wanted to spit it out, but Karley moved the handle of the spoon up high, forcing it down his throat. When the spoon was finally removed, he stuck out his tongue in disgust. 

“Uh-huh! Bad babies get bad tasting stuff, little one,” scolded Karley, setting the bottle of castor oil aside and dunking the same spoon into a bowl of mashed prunes. “Now open wide. I know prunes aren’t your favorite, but if you're a good baby, I might go easy on you after din-dins.” 

GUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRGGGLE! 

“Uh oh,” said Ryan instinctually as his hands moved down to his tummy in a flash. Biting his cheek, he puckered up his stretched butthole as much as he could, but after the beating it had taken, there was no stopping the inevitable. 

BLOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRTT! 

All at once, Ryan bowels emptied the laxative-laced bottle he had been fed, much to the amusement of the four gorgeous girls standing around him. Left speechless, he could do little more than murmur to himself in utter embarrassment. At least the auto-nursery had been a private affair.  

“Looks like that castor oil hit fast!” shouted Karley, clapping her hands together excitedly, keeping the laxatives that she snuck into his bottle a secret. She scooped up a large helping of reddish-purple prunes and moved it towards his kisser, “Now open wide, my messy girl, so you can fill that diaper up even more.” 

Ryan knew he didn’t have much of a choice. Disobeying at this point would only make things worse. He opened his mouth, ready for the feeding to commence. He was stopped, however, when Morgan suddenly spoke up, “Hey Karley, would you mind if we took turns feeding the baby,” she said, once again posturing herself as an unwitting bystander. 

Karley’s mouth curled itself into a cruel smile. “I think that’s a brilliant idea! In fact…” she rushed over to the cabinet and pulled out two more spoons, “...why take turns when you can each have your own spoon!” The girls eagerly grabbed their own spoons and dipped them into the mushy, purple substance, pulling them out with large mouthfuls ready to go. 

As Ryan watched this new development unfold, he let himself slump back in the chair, powerless to do anything but exist as a means of amusement and humiliation for these terrifying girls. And with his stomach still bubbling from the vicious combination of laxatives and castor oil, the prunes would certainly make sure his diaper was used to its utmost potential. Looking at all three spoons moving towards him simultaneously, he knew that based on how this day was going, things were only going to get worse from here. 

THE END.