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Blatantly untrue, slanderous lies that should be ignored (Sub Special Commission #2)
🕑 Added 2020-10-22 22:59:59 +0000 UTCI wrote a series of these commissions for free, on stream, to celebrate hitting 100 subscribers. For this story in particular, it was requested that I write a story featuring this 'Changeling' character. I'm not sure why.
Obviously, everything written here is completely fictional. You probably shouldn't even read it.
Changeling squirmed on the changing table, as Lacey pressed the wand into the seat of his diaper. “P-please!”
Lacey only giggled, taking the wand away at the last second before he could climax. “What, you think you deserve to cum, when you just made a smelly, filthy mess in your diaper?”
Blushing, Changeling put his hands over his face. “I couldn’t help it!”
That part was true. Three suppositories were enough to overcome anyone’s potty training, especially when they’d been barred from the bathroom for the past day.
Snickering, Lacey ran the edge of the vibrator over the front of his diaper again, making him squirm in his full diaper once again. “It’s n-n-not fair!”
“Fair doesn’t matter,” Lacey said. “All that matters is what I want, and I want to see you squirm.”
Changeling moaned, trying to raise his hips to get more sensation from the wand, but Lacey only pulled it away. “Nope. Now, do you want a fresh diaper?”
“Yes,” Changeling mumbled.
“Then say, ‘I’m a dirty, stinky baby who needs a fresh diaper’.” Lacey smirked down at him.
He didn’t want to say it, but there wasn’t much choice. He knew she’d leave him without a change if he disobeyed. “I’m a dirty, stinky baby who needs a fresh diaper…” he mumbled, still covering his face.
“Good baby,” Lacey said, producing a second diaper from beneath the table. “Hips up!”
“Huh?” He tilted his head, confused.
“I said you’d get a fresh diaper,” Lacey smiled. “Not a diaper change. Hips up!”
Disobeying would just cause more trouble. Changeling lifted his hips, and she slid the fresh diaper around his sodden, stinky one, pulling the new padding tight around it. It forced his mushy diaper into his body, reminding him of the accidents he’d had, and as she taped the new diaper onto him he knew he wouldn’t be getting a change for at least the rest of the story.
Lacey wasn’t done. “Now, we can’t have you doing anything naughty with your hands while I’m busy, so give them to me.”
He obeyed, meekly. She already had the pink, heavy duty mittens ready to go, and slipped them over his fingers, tightening and locking each into place. For extra security, she clipped them together with a simple fastener that anyone with use of their hands would easily be able to undo. So, of course, Changeling was helpless to remove it.
Pulling on the fastener, Lacey made him get to his feet. “Arms up.”
“Why?” he asked, uncertainly.
Lacey swatted him on the seat of his diaper, and Changeling yelped. “Arms up!”
He obeyed, and Lacey reached under his arms, pulling a chest harness with a simple buckle and leash around him, clipping it into place. Like the mittens, it’d be simple for anyone with hands to remove, but that ruled him out from taking it off himself.
Pulling on the leash, Lacey walked Changeling to the corner of the room, tying it off so he was constrained to a little three foot circle. With only a diaper, mittens, and the harness on, there was no hiding the bulge of padding or the smell wafting from his little section of the room.
“Alright. Wait right there.”
As if I could do anything about it, Changeling considered.
He saw the baby monitor sitting a few feet away, and groaned. Lacey was going to be listening to him, as she left him there, to…
“Wait, huh?”
He tilted his head, walking as far as the leash would allow to get a closer look. It was the wrong half of the baby monitor pair. The side for listening.
“Hey there, big guy,” Lacey’s voice came through the baby monitor, loud and clear. “I was hoping a real man would come by and show me some fun.”
Who is she talking to?
“More than happy to help,” the voice replied. “You want to take this upstairs?”
“No, right here,” Lacey said. “Mr. C, I want you to take me, hard. Make me moan. Be as loud as you want, showing me what it’s like to be with a man instead of a little, pathetic baby.”
Changeling squirmed, and then the words were done and
