Lavellan

Alternative Title: Uprooted: Evicted and Forced to Live on a Farm with my Giantess Cousin and Aunt A/N: This is chapters 7 and 8 of a completed series I did as part of a commission. It's a little different than the stuff I usually write and it's a little on the heavier side. This story will deal with topics such as: Non-Consensual Regression, Incest, Lactation, Giantess Themes, Non-Consensual Drugging and Body Modification, Sissy Themes, Restraints, Gags, Forced Feeding, Futanari, Edging, Sex Toys, Orgasm Delay/Denial, and a bunch of other things that I will try to mention beforehand later down the line. Please heed these tags. The alt. title was an idea from the commissioner as well! Uprooted: Chapters 9 & 10 (10,885 Words) “You have a choice,” Gemma gives Daniel a wide-eyed look as if he should be excited about what would come out of her mouth next. “You can be a good boy and let Mommy dress you for nap time, or you can resist and face the consequences.” “What will it be?” Indie asked, holding up what looked like a t-shirt with a sleeping puppy on the front. It was much larger than any clothes Daniel had seen for babies, but it was the perfect size for him. Daniel shook his head, trying his hardest to back away from the front netting of the playpen. He wouldn’t just sit and let them use him as a doll! He was better than that! Neither woman seemed annoyed or put out that he refused the clothes. Rather, they gave each other a knowing smile. It was a little creepy how they communicated with their eyes and no words. It was extremely annoying how he was yanked out of the playpen like a stray cat. Indie took the opportunity to hold him tightly from behind while Gemma slipped the neck of the shirt around his head. Daniel grunted through the gag and kicked his feet in the air, but Indie made sure to hold him off the ground so that he couldn’t find purchase to get away. A quick tickle to his armpit allowed Gemma to yank his arms through the holes of the shirt. He wasn’t sure who tickled him, but Daniel smothered the fit of laughter that tried to force its way out of him with a high-pitched whine. The shirt was pulled down his torso where it settled high above the diaper's waistband. The bottom of his stomach was still visible and, for a moment, Daniel wished they had more clothes for him to wear. Even if they were childish. The crib bars were lowered and Indie showed great pleasure in carrying him over and tossing him down onto the mattress. Daniel winced as he bounced a couple of times, which gave them long enough to prepare the restraints. Gemma’s hand rested on Daniel’s chest and pushed him down onto the crib while Indie clipped cuffs to the rails above his head and his wrists. “Pff!” Daniel tried to plead with the pair for mercy. He looked them in the eyes hoping that they’d see he wasn’t enjoying this treatment and would let him go, but Indie looked overjoyed at being his tormentor and Gemma looked like she wanted to to pepper kisses all over his face. They left the leg restraints alone and pulled the bars of the crib up. Indie hummed a wordless tune as she slid another panel of bars over Daniel’s head, essentially encasing him in a cage that she sealed with a large black padlock. The device closed with a ‘click’ of finality. “Get some rest now, baby,” Gemma purred. “We’ll have lunch when you wake up.” She flicked his light off as she strutted out the door with Indie in tow. The door was left open only enough for him to see the hall light mocking him. He was trapped in the crib until they saw fit to let him go. Daniel whimpered, pulling at the cuffs on his wrists. He looked up to see where they were connected to the rails and knew immediately they weren’t going to come undone. They didn’t hurt, but they held him firm. The only slack allowed him to position his arms on either side of his head. But even when he tried to crane his head to the side, he couldn’t reach the straps of the gag. Daniel looked down to see the large bulge of the diaper spreading his legs apart. His legs were free, but they were useless. Every shift made the plastic cover crinkle loudly. The diaper cradled his privates more so than the training pants did. He couldn’t stand it. It was something that was constantly touching him in the most intimate way. And if were anything like the training pants…Daniel shivered and he told himself it was from discomfort and not the ever-present hum of arousal. There was nothing to get hard over. He soon tired himself out trying to find a way out of his predicament. He told himself he was only going to take a break to breathe before trying again, but before too long he was asleep… He was playing with a pair of tits. There was no debate about it. He could feel the warmth in his hands and smell the sweetness of them. They were huge, spilling over the edges of his fingers. The woman they were attached to moaned and arched closer to him. Daniel had no thoughts as to the outside world. He was simply trapped in this abstract moment. He could forget all the stress of the days and live here. Pleasing a woman with his hands. Watching her squirm at his touch. “Come here,” The woman purred seductively at him and wrapped her arms around his shoulder. He expected a kiss of some sort, but she pulled him down lower. Daniel blinked a few times until he was staring at the woman’s nipple, perked up and aroused. She nudged him then, encouraging him. The dream-Daniel knew exactly what to do and opened his mouth to accept the nipple inside. Sweetness exploded on his tongue and he felt it slide down the back of his throat. “That’s it. You’re such a good boy.” The woman cooed. Looking up through his lashes, Daniel felt himself choke. It was Gemma. All gentle looks and kind smiles. Daniel’s eyes shot open, his lips working insistently on the rubber gag in his mouth. It took him a few seconds to get his bearings. But when he did, he saw Gemma standing above him. Her expression was the same as it was in his dream and he felt his face bleeding bright red. “Good afternoon, baby,” She cooed. “Are you ready for lunch? Did you need a diap-ey change?” “MmpH!” Daniel growled in annoyance at her as she lowered the bars. He couldn’t answer her even if he wanted to but her hand reached down to slide the plastic diaper cover low until her palm could rest against the front of the diaper. “All dry,” Her tone was slightly disappointed. “But-” Her smile grew. “Someone had a very good dream.” Her hand rubbed back and forth on the front of the diaper causing his eyes to roll back in his head. “Guh!” He gasped, thighs shaking. He wanted to tell her to stop, but the gag was making that impossible. He shook his head from side to side and clenched his legs together when she finally removed her hand as if that could protect him from further groping. “Okay,” She giggled. “Enough of that. It’s not time for cummies. It’s time for lunch!” Daniel was only glad for it because he assumed it meant they would take the gag off. And he was anxious for an opportunity to plead his case to the pair. He wanted to beg them to let him go. At this point, he didn’t care if he were homeless. He couldn’t take another second of this! Gemma scooped him up into her arms to cradle him close and Daniel allowed it until they stepped near the dining room. He was horrified to see a large high chair sitting where his chair used to be. It was mostly white with blue accents and designs on the padding of the seat, but what caught his attention was the abundance of restraints tied to the chair. There were restraints for every section of his body. Enough to keep him glued to the chair regardless of if he wanted it or not. He started squirming fitfully in Gemma’s arms and whimpered around his gag. He didn’t want the chair and he tried to beg that of Gemma with his eyes. “Don’t worry,” Gemma cooed, wiping at his damp cheeks with her free hand. “You’re sitting with Mommy for lunch.” That was only the slightest bit of relief. His squirming came back when he realized she wasn’t going to let him sit in her lap to eat. No, she was fully intending to force-feed him to nurse like Indie had done just that morning. This was made obvious as she draped him across her lap and popped a button on her shirt that caused her breasts to spill out. Despite all of Daniel’s kicking, squirming, and twisting, there was only a split second between the gag being pulled from his mouth and her tit being pressed in its place. “That’s Mommy’s boy,” She said happily. Daniel looked up at her with a look of utter betrayal. His lips refused to form a suction on her tit, only swallowing the small drips that forced their way down the back of his throat. His resistance wouldn’t last long though as Gemma looked down at him with a smile. “Drink up or you’ll have to go in the chair.” The threat was clear and Indie stood from her chair to start taking the tray off the highchair. Daniel muffled a small, broken whine. But his lips wrapped around the skin of Gemma’s breast and suckled it slowly. He could see Gemma’s eyes light up happily. “There we go!” She praises. “That’s my special boy.” Daniel laid in her lap, her right arm wrapped around the back of his shoulders to support his head to reach her breast. Her other hand took its time combing through his blond hair, gently working out the tangles. She was fretting over him like he was a real baby. But after the first few mouthfuls of milk, her tone shifted. Daniel wasn’t sure what was happening, but he saw Gemma’s eyes slip closed. Her blond hair was tied in a messy bun, but some strands had come undone to hang in her eyes. She didn’t seem worried about it as she bit her lip. Daniel wondered, for a moment, if he were hurting her. But if anything, she looked like she was having a great time. A red tint worked its way up her cheeks the longer Daniel drank from her. His hands clenched in the fabric of his shirt. He couldn’t shift without hearing the crinkle of the diaper he was wearing. “That’s it,” She praised. “My baby boy makes Mommy feel so good.” Her hand reached down, sliding his diaper cover lower to cup his padded cock. His erection had waned considerably, but she was working hard to get it back up. “You fight us so much for no reason, baby. Don’t you know we could make you feel so good if you just let us?” Daniel wanted to roll his eyes at that, but Gemma gave a self-satisfied giggle. “You don’t even have to let us. There’s nothing you can do to stop us. You’re just so helpless. All it takes is for Mommy to touch your special place just like this~” Gemma gave a particularly slow and intentional stroke that, sent Daniel’s eyes rolling to the back of his head. He tried to part his lips to moan, but Gemma’s nipple was just so large that he couldn’t. “Just like that,” Her pleasure was obvious in her tone. “Let Mommy make you feel good.” Her touch grew featherlight after that and Daniel found tears welling up in his eyes. It felt good, but he didn’t want it to feel good. And Gemma and Indie were very intentional about only giving him the smallest taste of genuine pleasure. “Aww,” Daniel turned his head as much to the side as he could while still nursing. The sweet milk (tasting notably different than Indie’s, and the thought alone disgusted him) continued to flow into his mouth. Coating his tongue, teeth, and everything until all he could taste was Gemma. “You can cry, baby. Go on,” She encouraged and Daniel grunted. “Cry for Mommy. Let all those big boy emotions out.” Daniel started to cry, tears leaking from his eyes and his lips quivering. It took much longer to drain Gemma than it did Indie. And his pitiful sobs were heard for only a moment before Gemma popped her empty nipple from his mouth and replaced it with the other one. The way she was holding him, he could no longer see anything passed her empty tit. It pressed against his cheek, obscuring his one good eye. The large woman rocked him back and forth and Daniel could feel her thighs tensing under his back. He wasn’t quite sure what that was about but didn’t fully care about it either. His stomach, much to his dismay, was getting used to all the food they were forcing down his throat. He felt the tightness of his belly, of course. It was almost too uncomfortable to move when all the milk was gone, but it didn’t make him feel as nauseous as it had previously. He was suckling on a dry tit, but Gemma didn’t seem to notice or care. Her eyes were still closed and she’d long since stopped groping him. He wasn’t sure what she was doing, but her arm was threaded between his legs as if she were adjusting her shorts. “Good boy,” She purred, voice breaking. Daniel, resting so close to her skin, could smell a sheen of sweat developing on her neck. “Drink all you want, Baby. Mommy made it all for you.” Daniel hummed, trying to capture her attention, but was confused as it caused her to flinch in her hold on him. The arms holding him to her were shaking as if he’d suddenly grown too heavy and her breaths came in quick huffs. “That’s it,” She said in a breathy gasp. “That’s it, baby, do it again for Mommy.” It was as close to a plea as Daniel had ever heard from her. “Hmm?” Daniel hummed once more, this time more prepared for the jolt that overtook Gemma’s body. “Yes!” Gemma suddenly gasped loudly. The expression was quickly followed by several more breathy praises, most of which Daniel couldn’t hear. Daniel’s blood was rushing in his ears, but through it all he could hear a soft wet sound. Originally, he chalked it up to the sounds of his nursing, but he realized now it was farther off. Before he could ask or try to decipher what the sound was, Gemma was pulling him away from her. His mouth pulled away from her tit with a loud pop. And Daniel watched her give full body shudder. Indie, sometime in between the movements, had come around the table and took Daniel into her arms. Daniel watched Gemma wordlessly get up from the chair, her knees shaking somewhat where she stood, and stumbled her way to the kitchen. Most of his panic disappeared as he looked up to Indie with worry. “Is she okay?” He hadn’t done anything out of the ordinary, he was sure. So to see Gemma ruffled to such an extent made him confused enough to forget the turmoil he was in, if only for a moment. Indie smiled down at him, bouncing him in her arms as if she were soothing him. “She’s just fine, baby. You made her feel very good. And I think that means you get a reward.” Daniel hoped that meant he would be released from his bonds and freed from his diaper. And that hope continued when Indie carried him to his bedroom and laid him down on the dresser. He didn’t even complain about the restraints, riding off the excitement of possible freedom. Indie smiled at him from the end of the dresser. Her hands reached to undo the lock on the diaper cover. “Let’s get these panties off you…” She mused and plastered the front of her hand on the front of the diaper where he was still mostly hard from before. “Not wet,” She noted. “It was just an accident before,” Daniel said again, trying hard not to raise his voice. “I won’t do it again.” Indie hummed as if she didn’t believe him and reached up to unstrap the tabs of the diaper. It fell open, exposing his privates to the air and she looked at them critically. Daniel tried not to shift anxiously. “You’re pretty excited,” She said, running her finger up his shaft slowly. Daniel bit his lip hard to keep from moaning, the restraints kept his legs apart. “I-it-” He mumbled. “It won’t go away.” He swore it wasn’t his fault that his body was betraying him. Sending warm waves of pleasure to his core the more she shifted and moved his hard-on this way and that. Like she was a nurse examining him. “Do these hurt?” She asked, and Daniel flinched upon feeling her grab his balls in a gentle grip. “They’re pretty swollen. I don’t remember them being this big in the shower.” “S-stop,” Daniel whimpered. It didn’t hurt, much to his dismay. Rather, it was like a soothing pet to every itch he’d been experiencing. His body aching to be touched more. “That wasn’t a yes,” Indie pointed out and lifted them up as much as they would move. Daniel gasped upon feeling her fingers caress his taint, inching down towards his ass. “How’s this feel?” “Weird!” He gasped out, gritting his teeth to keep any noises at bay. Indie nodded. It was then that Gemma entered the bedroom looking more put-together than previously. The flush was lessened on her face and she was wiping her hands down with a paper towel that she tossed in the trashcan by the dresser. “So,” Gemma asked, suddenly very chipper. “What’s the consensus?” Indie waved her over, not caring in the slightest that she was still holding his balls in her hand. “He’s pretty swollen down here,” She motioned to his full balls. “How much did you say you got this morning?” “4ml,” Gemma responded, reaching down to grasp Daniel’s cock in her fist. “We can do better than that,” Indie giggled. “Look at him, he’s so worked up already.” “W-wha-?” Daniel stuttered, suddenly suspicious he was not being released. “I can see that,” Gemma lowered her fingers that grasped him long enough to lightly pinch the tip of his penis between her pointer and thumb. Gently, she rubbed them back and forth like a tuning dial. She only stopped to collect the precum that beaded up at his slit and started to work it between her two fingers, all while continuing to hold him firmly in her other hand. “We might need to look at multiple milkings then. Can’t have our baby getting backed up. That’s not good for his health!” She looked down and Daniel and she reached to wipe her fingers on the inside of the diaper before tickling Daniel’s belly. “Isn’t that right? We have to let our baby have his cummies!” Daniel was trapped between the tickling of his stomach and the groping of his cock. The feeling of both bouncing off each other caused a feedback loop that made his toes curl. “N-No,” He whimpered out. “I can’t- Don’t do this to me!” “Aww,” Gemma giggled. “He’s not used to it yet.” “He’ll learn,” Indie sounded so certain. She patted his thighs lightly and bent down. Daniel watched, captivated and unable to look away as her mouth moved closer to the tip of his dick. He expected her to spit on it like Gemma had, or maybe even take it into her mouth. What he didn’t expect was her lips to pucker and press a firm kiss right over his slit. “Mmmmwah!” She hummed, the vibrations moving up his cock in a way that was electrifying. The lightest suction as she pulled away served to be his tipping point. With his dick gripped in Gemma’s hand, Daniel tossed his head back (slightly thankful for the padded surface) and came. She didn’t move her fist to encourage his orgasm in the slightest which left a ruined feeling of…something unsatisfying. But a puddle of cum started to form on his pelvis much to both women’s amusement. “Uh-oh!” Indie tisked. “He wasted it!” “We didn’t give you permission to cum,” Gemma scolded, but the wide grin on her face took away most of the heat. “Such a naughty boy.” “And here he was promising me he wasn’t going to have another accident.” Indie fed her scolding further. “‘No! Stop! I don’t like that!’ He says,” Indie mocked. “And yet here we are.” Gemma shook her head, taking a baby wipe from the dresser and starting to wipe her hand off. “I have just the thing for a greedy little boy.” Daniel looked up at them in horror. He’d cried so much that he couldn’t bring tears to his eyes anymore. But the feeling of humiliation was mounting again. “No!” “No, no, no,” Indie mocked as Gemma readied something in the dresser. “Is that all you know how to say? Is that baby’s favorite word?” “N-” “No?” Indie’s head tossed back in a cackle of a laugh. It was so jarring that Daniel flinched, his lip quivering. “Oh, you poor thing,” Gemma came in, her voice a soothing balm over his wrecked nerves. She moved Indie out of the way and took her place between his legs. “Is Indie playing too rough?” Daniel couldn’t help but nod, some desperate part of him hoping to have his feelings justified. “Aww,” Daniel’s eyes slipped shut as her hands rubbed up and down his legs in a soothing manner. Like she was trying to help him relax. “It’s gonna be okay,” She promised. She grasped his dick gently and Daniel’s brows creased to feel something unusual touching him down there. “Wha-” “Shhh,” She soothed further. “Just relax…That’s it, baby.” A small click caused him to open his eyes and he looked down to see what looked like something rubber wrapped around his dick. It was pushed down to half its size and had a small lock at the base keeping it secured. “There we go!” Gemma cheered. “A little cage to keep my little boy from being naughty.” Daniel felt his heart sink as she reached down to pull his diaper back up. He wasn’t being released, that much was sure. It snapped into place in his mind, he was being restrained further. “I didn’t do anything,” he sobbed. Somehow managing to summon more tears. Sobs shook his chest. “I didn’t do anything!” “But you did!” Indie teased. “Come here, baby,” Gemma cooed, reaching to undo his restraints. Daniel found himself pulled up to a sitting position and hugged tightly. “It’ll be alright.” Her warmth, as much as he hated to admit, was comforting. He’d been teased, humiliated, and edged all day. This was comfort for better or worse and she muttered to him in gentle, soothing tones. Reassuring him that he was okay. And that she loved him. “You’re my sweet boy,” She promised. “You know that?” Daniel nodded against her chest, pulling her closer to him desperately. “Shh, shhh,” Daniel was lifted from the dresser and bounced gently. “There, there. Mommy’s here.” “Oh, come on,” Indie’s mocking laugh rang out. “It’s just a little cage.” “He’s just a little guy,” Gemma informed. “He’s feeling a lot of big feelings for such a small boy. He’s gotta learn to trust us to take care of him.” “But it’s not that bad,” Indie huffed. Daniel buried his head further into Gemma’s shoulder, obscuring his vision of the other girl. “My…sweet…baby…” Gemma started to sing softly, lulling Daniel further. “Indie, how about you go clear the table, yeah? I want to spend time with my baby.” Daniel was pleased slightly as Indie’s annoyed huff followed by her angry stomps out of the room. His hold on Gemma loosened slightly. “There we go…Feeling better?” “Mhm…” Daniel hummed. “Good,” He could hear her smile. “Do you wanna stay like this for a little bit?” “...Mhm…” Daniel realized his want. Whatever happened after would happen regardless. Right now…this was…simpler. Daniel would swear that there was something in Gemma and Indie’s milk that was changing his body. His increased arousal was something that only started after he moved in with the two women. From Gemma’s admittance, they’d been slipping their milk into almost every meal he’d eaten. With Daniel drinking directly from the source for breakfast and lunch, it was all the evidence he needed. He’d been milked twice that day; spurting cum across Gemma’s fist to the sounds of their insistent cooing. The day was almost half over! The only thing that disproved his theory was that they were selling their excess milk. Daniel couldn’t imagine why anyone would buy drugged milk. “Are you still hungry, baby?” Gemma asked, already reaching up to pull her breast from the top of her shirt. But unlike before, Daniel was free to protest. He shook his head quickly, much to Gemma’s amusement. And with the slightest bit of hesitation, he went on to explain. “My stomach hurts…” It wasn’t the complete truth, but his stomach felt a tad uncomfortable with all the liquid he’d been ingesting. The emotional turmoil wasn’t helping. Daniel watched Gemma’s face melt into one of quiet amusement. “Oh, you poor thing!” She cooed. Daniel had to grab ahold of her as she went to stand up suddenly. She didn’t seem to mind his weight, rather, shifting him to one of her hips instead like he was a real toddler. “How about we get you some tummy medicine, yeah?” Daniel had no idea what she was talking about, but if it meant his stomach would stop being uncomfortably full, he’d take it. Indie wasn’t in the kitchen when they entered, but Daniel didn’t care. Gemma hummed the entire way, only pausing to sit him down on the counter. Daniel shivered slightly as he felt the cold counter under his bare thighs. “Don’t worry, Sweetie,” Gemma soothed. “Mommy’s going to get your medicine.” There was a small cabinet near the stove that held a variety of spices. Daniel watched Gemma reach up to grab a large brown glass bottle. The label was faded and unreadable, but the lid of it detached into a dropper of sorts. “Okay,” Gemma turned to Daniel. “This might taste a little funny, but if you’re a good boy, Mommy will get you some juice to wash it away with.” Daniel was no stranger to taking medicine and only nodded. “Head back and stick your tongue out,” Gemma instructed, which Daniel followed easily. The dropper was filled with a nearly colorless liquid that Gemma dangled over his mouth. “I think five drops should work,” She mused to herself. The medicine was a little strange tasting, Daniel noted. As each drop touched his tongue, it left a sharp, almost spicy taste. When all five drops were deposited, Gemma prompted him to swallow the medicine while she retrieved his juice. It coated his entire mouth with the slightly spicy taste. Almost like cinnamon, he realized. The feeling trailed down his throat strangely. It was oddly warm. Daniel was glad when Gemma came back with a small cup of juice. “Both hands,” She prompted casually, and Daniel didn’t think about it til after he’d drained the cup that he’d grabbed it with both of his hands like some child at risk of dropping it. Gemma watched him drink the whole cup, washing the spicy taste from his mouth. It did soothe his stomach somewhat. The warmth took away most of the uncomfortable ache. Gemma took the cup from him and lifted him from the counter once more. “How about we watch a movie, hm?” That was almost normal, Daniel realized. Far removed from the constant humiliation he’d been experiencing thus far. He couldn’t help but nod. “Can I pick?” Gemma laughed but nodded. “Let’s see what movies we have, alright?” The selection left a lot to be desired, Daniel found. The majority of it was children’s movies with the odd nature documentary mixed in. That being said, Daniel grew up on a lot of the movies they had stashed in the cupboard. It didn’t take much deliberation before he grabbed Toy Story and brought it back to Gemma. She put it to play on the television but thankfully didn’t force Daniel to sit with her on the couch. Rather, she spread out one of the blankets draped over the back of the couch onto the floor paired with one of the pillows. Daniel laid down, resting his head on the provided pillow. He’d seen Toy Story plenty of times before, so the plot wasn’t all that captivating. But while he tried watching the scenes play out, he couldn’t ignore his growing arousal. It was as if, now that his full stomach was eased, his body was defaulting to being horny. The cage locked around his cock was a gentle pressure keeping him from getting fully hard. Daniel couldn’t help but shift his legs to gain some sort of friction. At first, he’d stretch his legs out in front of him, then he’d bring them up to eclipse his view of the television. That didn’t help as much and he tried to alternate his legs. “Restless?” Gemma asked, a voice full of amusement from the couch. Daniel flinched as if struck. “N-no…” Gemma chuckled, clearly not believing him, but didn’t mention it further. It was a strange feeling that took over Daniel’s body. His body gradually heated up and it felt as though he were sweating, but rubbing a hand over his face showed that he wasn’t. But as his fingers traced over the skin of his face, they left a tingling in their wake. The sensation caused a ripple of a shiver to course down his spine. He couldn’t help but lick his suddenly dry lips. Daniel, trying to fight off some of the inappropriate tension, sat up and pulled the pillow into his lap like a stuffed toy. The movie had just entered the second act when Gemma stood from the couch. “Mommy’s gonna go put on some laundry, okay?” She didn’t wait for a response before leaving. Daniel watched her go before removing the pillow and looking down at his lap. Of course, he couldn’t see anything past the bulk of the cloth diapers wrapped around his waist. He hadn’t registered that the locking diaper cover hadn’t been put back on. Reaching down, Daniel couldn’t help but feel the bulk of the diaper. It was thick enough to spread his thighs apart. Running his hand over the front, he was surprised to be able to feel the slightest vibration of his fingers through the thick padding. The small jolt of pleasure caused him to flinch. Not that he could get hard anyway. The cage was firm and all attempts at getting hard were met with the cage. The pressure building was unavoidable. “What did I miss?” Gemma asked suddenly upon re-entering the room. Daniel jerked his hand away as if struck. “Um!” He hummed, looking at the screen. “Not much.” “Are you sure?” “Mhm…” Daniel sighed, covering his lap with the pillow. After ignoring it for a bit, most of the heat seemed to dissipate and Daniel could finish the movie without issue. Turning around, Daniel saw that Gemma had fallen asleep on the couch. Standing up as quietly as he could manage (which wasn’t very quiet considering the crinkle of the diaper), Daniel tip-toed over to her sleeping form. This was the first time he’d been able to look at her so intently since that day at the diner. Gemma was tall, taking up the entirety of the couch as she sprawled out. Her curves were one of the most eye-catching things about her. She wasn’t overweight, nor was she heavily muscled. Instead, she sat somewhere in the middle of both which made her (and Indie) very attractive. Her body filled out the space on the couch so that if he wanted to sit on the couch as well, he’d have to lay on top of her! Her arm was tucked under her head, and her blonde hair gently fell across her face. Daniel couldn’t help but admire the peacefulness in her expression. It was something he rarely saw in her with the way she was constantly running around to perform farm tasks or prep food. For a brief moment, the intensity of their fight from earlier and the strange sensations he’d been experiencing faded away to be replaced by a quiet sense of fondness. Carefully, he picked up the blanket he’d been using and placed it over her. As he watched, Gemma shifted slightly and muttered something in her sleep. He froze while holding his breath; worried he’d woken her. But she only settled deeper into the cushions. Letting out the breath, Daniel turned to make his way to his room. He hadn’t even considered Indie until he saw her standing in the middle of his room as if she’d been waiting on him. “Hey, Danny,” She smiled in a way that put Daniel on edge. It was almost too casual. Pausing in the doorway, Daniel looked at her. “Hey, Indie…” He cleared his throat. “Why are you in my room?” He was sure a rude question like that would earn him some sort of punishment in her eyes, but she only smiled. “I was just thinking…I think I was a little too mean to you earlier.” At the mention of earlier, Daniel felt his face heat up. It didn’t escape him that he was still standing in the doorway wearing nothing but a sleepy puppy shirt and a cloth diaper. “Yeah?” Indie nodded. “I promised you a reward, and instead I tricked you to get you into trouble.” She said, her eyes downcast. “I wanted to make it up to you.” Daniel very much didn’t trust Indie. She was too mischievous. “How?” “Well…” Indie placed her hand on the dresser. “I was thinking I could help you make stickies. Really help you. How does that sound?” His first instinct was to deny her. Maybe even call her disgusting for proposing the idea that he wanted her to help him cum…But the orgasm from earlier still itched at his skin incompletely. And the pressure around his cock was only getting worse the more he thought about this opportunity to cum. “How do I know you won’t just get me into trouble again?” Daniel asked with a hint of betrayal in his voice. “I can pinky swear,” Indie suggested, holding her pinky out. It was a flimsy promise. But then again, wasn’t that the whole point of pinky swears? And breaking one pinky swear was as good as labeling yourself as untrustworthy. Having no other choice, Daniel wrapped his pinky around her finger. Her face split in a wide, almost giddy grin. Hands settled on his hips and lifted him onto the dresser. “I don’t want to use the restraints, so can you behave?” She asked with a firm tone. Daniel nodded. He could behave if it meant the restraints stayed off. Daniel’s lower half was naked in record time. “I have something I think you’ll like,” Indie suggested, voice almost a whisper. “What do you say?” “...I guess…” They didn’t talk about safewords or anything, which made Daniel nervous, but he didn’t know any other way to bring it up. Indie reached into the dresser's top drawer and pulled out a transparent bottle. Inside was a clear liquid that pooled into Indie’s palm like a viscous syrup. Lube. She didn’t give him any warning as she quickly stroked up and down his cock until it was thoroughly coated in it. Daniel couldn’t help but hiss at the sudden intense pleasure. He kept his eyes closed, trying to imagine anyone other than his cousin standing at the end of the dresser. A model, perhaps. Or a movie star. He hastily beat away the image of the shapely mysterious woman who’d been haunting his dreams lately. “Don’t worry, that’s just prep,” Indie giggled. “The fun part is coming up.” Daniel had no idea what ‘fun part’ she was referring to until there was a finger probing his asshole. Flinching hard, Daniel jerked to sit up on the dresser. “Wait-” “Shhh!” Indie hissed quickly, holding a finger in front of her mouth. It was instinct that caused Daniel to freeze alongside her, ear tuning into the hallway to hopefully hear if Gemma was waking up. Hearing no signs whatsoever, Indie’s eyes snapped back to Daniel. “You have to be quiet!” She instructed. “Or we can both get into trouble.” “I don’t want fingers in my butt!” Daniel defended in a rapid whisper. “You haven’t even tried!” Indie rolled her eyes incredulously. “I promised I would help you feel good. Stop being such a whiner!” The title stung, much to Daniel’s annoyance. He’d tried so hard to not play into the baby role they’d pushed him towards. The last thing he wanted was to sound as whiny as a bratty toddler. “I don’t want it to hurt…” Indie’s hard looks softened somewhat. “It won’t. I know what I’m doing.” Tentatively, Daniel laid back down on the mat and closed his eyes once more. Indie barely touched his cock, only the slightest strokes to keep it at full attention. Instead, she reached under his sack and started to rub slick fingers around his entrance. It was clear she wasn’t trying to enter him yet, rather, just spreading adequate amounts of lube to ease the rest of her plans. The first intrusion of the tip of her finger had Daniel tensing up hard. His hole puckered tightly, forcing Indie’s finger out, much to her amusement. “Just relax,” She prompted. “Take a deep breath….Let Sissy make you feel good.” Daniel coached himself through a few deep breaths before the finger tried again. He wasn’t sure how far it pushed inside, but it was clear the intention was to lube him up inside just as well as he was on the outside. Quick, gentle presses touched the inside of his walls, spreading more viscous fluid in its wake until Daniel could feel Indie’s middle finger slide in up to the second knuckle with no resistance. The entire time, she’d kept a steady snail’s-pace rhythm while stroking his cock. “There we go…that’s a good boy,” She cooed. “Open up for me.” Daniel bit his lip as the finger pressed further. It wasn’t as uncomfortable as he’d imagined. And when that single finger curled…Daniel had to grip the fabric of his shirt. He wasn’t sure what the feeling was exactly, but it was such an intense stab of pleasure that it caused him to clench up on her finger. “There’s baby’s special button,” She said happily. “Let’s see how we can make baby squirm~” The ‘button’ inside him was stroked over several times in a row causing a deep shiver to run down Daniel’s spine.”W-what- Wait!” “Nope,” Indie popped the ‘p’ sound. “I promised to make you feel good!” Daniel wanted to tell her it was too much. It felt…he wasn’t sure how to describe it. It felt like he was about to pee every time she touched that spot inside him. Had it not been for her removing her hand from his cock to hold his thighs apart, he most certainly would have cum already. “I’m gonna add another finger now, okay?” She informed, immediately causing Daniel to clench down. “Just breathe. Deep breath. I’m not gonna hurt you.” The addition of another finger left behind a weird stretching feeling that pulled Daniel off the precipice of orgasm. But Indie was honest that she would take it slow until the second finger was matching the rhythm of the first. Daniel tilted his head back, jaw slipping open. “O-oh!” He moaned. “There we are,” Indie giggled. “That’s how we make the baby feel good~” Daniel wasn’t sure when the fingers were replaced with a toy. But suddenly the curled fingers were now rigid and insistent as they pressed on that ‘special spot’ inside him. He couldn’t stop himself from bucking his hips up into the air. Both Indie’s hands came up to push his hips back down to the dresser. Daniel looked at them with deep confusion. “I added a special little toy,” She said in a singing tone. “Something that will hold you open for me, but makes it much easier to do this,” As she spoke, she pressed something pressed against his taint that pushed whatever toy was inside of him directly into that special place inside him. It was truly like a little button that shot energy up his body. Daniel wanted to pout and complain that he didn’t agree to use toys, but Indie was quicker, pressing that button several times as she spoke. “Sissy *poke* is going to *poke* take care of it all! *poke- poke- poke*” The squeal that forced its way out of Daniel’s chest was unlike any noise he’d ever made before. It was pitched and with the roaring of his heartbeat in his ears, he couldn’t tell if it was loud or not. All he knew was that it wouldn’t stop. It was as though the weak orgasm he’d had before was now doubled to make up for that fact. He didn’t know how long his orgasm lasted either. It was as though he blacked out. Because, between one moment and the next, Indie had wiped his hips and penis down and retaped the diaper up between his legs. Daniel’s eyes fluttered open and he went to sit up. A jolt shot up his spine as he felt the, now nearly overwhelming, press of something against his insides. “You forgot to take it out-” He stuttered shakily. “It’s too sensitive now…” Indie smiled before pressing a kiss to his forehead. “I meant to do that.” Daniel’s eyes shot open in betrayal. “But you said-” “And I’m still keeping my word,” Indie took his much smaller hand in hers and forced his pinky to wrap around hers. “Mom won’t find out about this.” “B-but she milk-” Daniel stuttered over the words. He didn’t fully want to admit that Gemma was milking his cum in the mornings from now on, but that was an undeniable fact. “I will take it out before your milking,” Indie promised. “But you have to make sure I change you next.” “W-wha?” Daniel asked in a clueless tone. “You change me? I’m not gonna be changed! I can-” “Like it or not Danny, your next potty break is going to be in this diaper,” She mushed her hand against the front of the fabric for effect, even though it made Daniel’s knees tremble. “Somehow, you need to make sure that happens with me.” “I can just-” “And if you take this diaper off, Mom will know. And you’ll be in double trouble.” Indie interrupted. With that wisdom, Indie stepped away from him and headed for the door. “Remember! Be a good boy!” As she left, Daniel had to guide himself down from the dresser. His feet barely touched the carpet before Gemma was poking her head inside his room. “There you are, baby! I must have taken a nap on the couch…” She trailed off, looking him over. “Are you alright? Do you need a change? Did you have another accident?” She asked, voice full of honeyed concern. Daniel was quick to shake his head. “No! No, I’m fine. I didn’t have any accident. I was just…just looking for some clothes!” Gemma’s scrutinizing eyes turned to ones of understanding. “Oh! Okay, then. I have some things I’ve been working on for you anyway! You wait right there!” Her excitement was visual as she scuttled down the hall, breasts bouncing as she all but ran to her room. Daniel sighed, leaning against the dresser. He wasn’t sure how he was going to avoid using the diaper. But he needed Indie to take the toy out of him! Daniel took a step toward his bed, only just managing to catch himself as the toy shifted and just barely brushed against his prostate. Just the tiniest brush of contact caused his knees to tremble with oversensitivity. And it wasn’t long before Gemma reappeared in the room with a basket full of clothes. Most of them went unnoticed. She put the basket down on the floor by the dresser and reached her hands to lift Daniel up by his armpits. Before he could protest, he was plopped unceremoniously back onto the dresser top. The toy inside him pressed unyieldingly hard against his prostate. Daniel couldn’t help but moan, leaning back enough to take the pressure off his bottom as if burned. “Are you alright?” Gemma asked with a voice full of concern. Daniel forced himself to nod lest she go checking his butt for reasons to be uncomfortable. “I-it’s just- uh…sat down wrong,” He mumbled. “Y-you said you had clothes for me?” The mention of clothes was enough to distract her from asking any more questions. And she instead dove to grab the first article on top of the basket. To Daniel’s horror, it was a pair of footie pajamas even equipped with mittens sewn into the wrists of the arms. The pattern was a soft brown color with black accents. There was a zipper running up the back of the pajamas leaving the design (a blue bib printed with the words ‘Baby Bear’) on the front untouched. The feet of the pajamas had small paw print designs and the same was said for the mittens. It was a bear onesie. “Do you like it? I made it just yesterday!” Gemma looked positively giddy. Daniel was at a loss for words. He wanted to tell her that he hated it. It was childish and would make him look foolish. He was a man, after all, he wasn’t a baby. But then again, he needed to play along for her to leave him alone. “It’s… interesting,” he managed to say while hoping the hesitation in his voice didn’t give him away. The last thing he wanted was to seem ungrateful or upset Gemma, especially when she looked so proud. The way her eyes sparkled with anticipation made him regret playing along. Gemma’s excitement only seemed to grow when he didn’t outright refuse. “I thought you might say that!” she said, grinning as she the bear onesie closer for him to see. The fabric looked soft, and the little paw prints on the feet were padded like slippers. The bib with ‘Baby Bear’ emblazoned on it felt like an extra layer of humiliation. He swallowed, trying to hide the knot of discomfort in his stomach. “Go on and take your shirt off so you can try it on!” Gemma beamed, her enthusiasm unwavering. Daniel’s heart thudded in his chest as he stared at the onesie. It wasn’t just the childish design that bothered him; it was the implications it carried. Voluntarily wearing it would strip away another layer of the dignity he clung to so tightly. But as he glanced at Gemma, still holding the onesie with a hopeful smile, he felt the weight of expectation pressing down on him. He couldn’t refuse her—not without risking the secret he was hiding or destroying what little autonomy she’d given him so far. With a sigh, he reached down and took the hem of the shirt into his hands. “Alright,” he said quietly. He pulled the shirt up over his head, tossed it onto the pad behind him, and felt the chill of the room against his skin. Gemma had slipped the zipper open while he did that and wasted no time fitting the pajamas up onto his feet. They clung to his ankles but had enough stretch that they didn’t feel too tight. Daniel wondered momentarily how she knew his shoe size so accurately. The fabric was a little heavy, but somehow cool against his skin. She slid the bottom part as far up his thighs as she could before motioning for him to lay back onto the pad. Daniel didn’t hesitate, easing backward until he no longer felt the pressure on the plug inside him. The relief was momentary before Gemma pulled him back to a sitting position to finish putting the onesie on. The zipper ran smoothly up his back and, once secured, he felt a peculiar sense of confinement. The mittens left his fingers tucked away, unable to grasp anything fully, adding to the feeling of helplessness. He opened and closed his fist, noting the lack of movement in the mittens. It was like a second layer of skin with how it clung to him. It only seemed to accentuate the padded bulk between his thighs. “How does it fit?” Gemma’s voice, filled with excitement, rang out. Daniel looked down at himself, the “Baby Bear” bib now plainly visible. He wanted to disappear, but instead, he forced out the words, “It… fits.” “You look perfect!” she said, clapping her hands together. She stepped closer, adjusting the bib and smoothing the fabric around his shoulders. “I knew it would suit you.” Daniel swallowed the lump in his throat. There was an entire basket of clothes at his feet and he knew each article would be just as embarrassing as this one. He went to get off the dresser, appreciating how Gemma immediately grabbed him by the armpits again and set him down so he didn’t have to awkwardly slide down with the toy still inside him. That is until Gemma reached down and gave a firm spank to his padded bottom. With said padding, the spank didn’t hurt. But it did force the plug to jab deeper inside him causing his knees to weaken. Falling to his knees, Daniel couldn’t help but grab at his padded crotch. He knew his dick was locked away in a rubber cage, but the shots of pleasure he’d been getting fresh after an overwhelming orgasm were almost knocking him over the edge by itself with no stimulation needed. “Uh, uh, uh,” Gemma scolded. “It’s not time for stickies right now, baby,” She bent down, nearly pushing Daniel over to slide her hand in front of his where it was pressed against the diapers. “You didn’t even ask Mommy’s permission, you greedy boy,” Her scolding had turned more lighthearted. Daniel shook his head hard. He wasn’t trying to make stickies- he wasn’t trying to cum! But with the cage on it felt like he was constantly teetering over that edge. “S-sensitive!” He whimpered. “Oh yeah?” She pressed a hand to the space between his shoulder blades and maneuvered Daniel forward until he was face down, with his cheek pressed into the carpet, and bottom up in the air. “Baby’s tushy is sensitive?” She ran her hand down his back until it reached his butt and went further. Her four fingers hovered over where his taint would have been if not for the diaper and her thumb was right above the toy as if she knew where it was. But that was impossible! Even if Indie told her about it, they didn’t have time to talk between Indie leaving him and Gemma coming to accost him. Another playful swat shattered his line of thinking. “Tell Mommy how sensitive your tushy is.” “I- I,” Daniel whimpered, closing his eyes tightly. He couldn’t bring himself to speak. “Aw,” Gemma cooed, stroking her hand back and forth on the same spot her spank had just landed. “Are you too little to speak? Are words too big for you?” Daniel felt like crying. It felt so good it was almost torturous. All too much. All white hot arousal. His mouth opened, perhaps to try to discourage Gemma, but he couldn’t force the words out. Only a trail of saliva quickly wet the carpet under his cheek. “Arch your back,” Gemma ordered and Daniel found himself obeying immediately only to feel her fingers now able to reach his swelled balls as well. Her heel dug into the thickness of his diaper to nudge that stupid toy with every stroke. “There we go. That’s my boy. Posed all pretty with his thick diapers in the air.” She punctuated the words ‘thick diapers’ with two firm swats right over his ballsack startling a pitched cry from his lips. “You were born for this, baby.” He was a deviant, Daniel thought. A sicko. A- A- Before he could think of another depreciating word, Gemma started to saw her hand back and forth rapidly between his taint and the toy, only pausing every third or fourth stroke to swat in a punishing rhythm. “Uh-Waaah!” He cried loudly turning his head to bury into the soft carpet to muffle his moans. “Tell Mommy how much you like your diaper pats. Tell Mommy you want to have cummies in your diapers,” Gemma teased. “Use your big boy words or Mommy will have to stop.” Daniel wanted her to stop. No matter how much his cock throbbed between his legs or his butt clenched down on the toy inside him. No matter how much his hands laid limply on either side of his head, not even trying to fight her off anymore. “Uh!” He moaned. “St- St-!” “Speak up,” Gemma prodded. “Let Mommy hear you!” “Mmm!” Daniel hummed, having to force his face away from the damp carpet to be heard. “Mmm-” What was he going to say? He wasn’t sure. Something. Something to get her to stop. “Mo- Mommy!” He sobbed, rocking his hips back into the newest round of swats. Gemma giggled, the hand on his butt slowing…gradually stopping. Daniel whimpered, feeling himself buck backward again, only to bite his tongue as he realized what he was doing. She stopped. That’s what he wanted. So why was he so restless? Why did his hips move toward her hand as if encouraging her to continue? Why did the pressure on his dick feel almost unbearable? “I guess my baby is too little for cummies right now…” Gemma sighed and stood up, leaving Daniel on the floor squirming and writhing like a worm. “I’ll leave you to play with your toys,” She walked to the bedroom door and put her hand on the doorknob. “Mommy’s going to work on dinner. Shout if you need me.” She said with a smile before pulling the bedroom door shut. Daniel fell over, laying on his side on the soft carpet. His pawed hands reached between his legs to touch his aching dick, but with all the padding, they couldn’t manage enough pressure to push him closer to the edge. Tears of frustration added to the wet patch on the carpet. What the hell was wrong with him? And why did he wish Gemma didn’t stop? Putting aside his pride and dignity in favor of a possible orgasm, Daniel started to rut against his cupped hands. He was rutting hard enough that he could feel the padding on the mittens yield to his pressure. It pressed tighter to his crotch. The only issue was that…there was no friction. The pressure would lessen and rise, but nothing was moving. It was maddening. Skin prickling, nearly oversensitive, Daniel climbed up onto his bed. He dragged his pillow down to the middle of the mattress and straddled it like a toy pony. He tried humping against it but was met with the same issue of no friction. Whimpering, no longer concerned with his volume, Daniel straightened up his spine. He went from hunching his hips over the pillow to riding it like a bucking horse. Each bounce gave just the slightest bit of nudge to the plug inside him, sending that delicious shot of pleasure up his spine. He was glad there was nobody there to see. “Please,” He found himself whispering. As if someone were listening and could help his predicament. He couldn’t reach the back zipper with the mittens on his hands. He was stuck in the onesie until he was set free. And not only that but he was stuck in his thick diapers as well. Daniel shivered as he processed his own thoughts, his diapers. He wouldn’t delude himself to think that Gemma or Indie would let him out of them anytime soon. Or ever, he thought chillingly. Even then his bladder twinged telling him that he needed to go to the bathroom. But, he couldn’t go even if he weren’t restrained by the clothes. His bedroom door was locked and he wasn’t leaving until they came to get him. Whenever that was. As his eyes closed and his helpless rutting ceased, Daniel couldn’t help but feel upset. He’d gone from a man working a good (debatable) job, having his own apartment, and living a good (also debatable) life, to being an infantilized captive of his aunt and cousin. The worst part of it all; the hardest pill to swallow, was that his body was starting to enjoy it. Betraying him on the most basic level. How long until even the slightest amenities of adulthood were stolen from him as well? Would they eventually require him to crawl everywhere? Would he lose his well-earned bladder control? Would…would he even care? Daniel didn’t realize he’d started to cry until he was slumped over on his bed sobbing into his blankets. He couldn’t stop replaying the events in his mind. He’d so quickly agreed to let Indie touch him. And he’d bent over like an animal for Gemma, even going so far as arching his back and rutting back into a spanking. His knees shook from his frazzled mental state as he stumbled to the door. As he knew it would be, the door didn’t budge to his desperate yanking. Smacking his knuckles against the wood, Daniel tried to call out. “Gemma! Indie! I can’t open the door!” Daniel's breath quickened as he rattled the doorknob for the millionth time. His palms, slick with sweat from the mittens, slipped on the knob unable to get proper friction. The door stood stubbornly in place, as though mocking his attempts to free himself. “Hello?” he called, trying to keep the quiver out of his voice. The silence from the other side was suffocating. He could just make out the faint sound of muffled laughter. Indie and Gemma. Ignoring him, he assumed. Potentially even laughing at him. He pressed his ear to the door, the grain of the wood rough against his skin. “Please! Can you hear me?” His voice cracked and he swallowed hard. His knees were shifting back and forth as the arousal was swept away in panic and the urge to use the toilet reared its head more urgently. Daniel’s hands balled into fists before he pounded on the door, the dull thud resonating through the small space. The noise was contrasted by the deep silence that followed. His breath came in shallow, uneven gasps as the frustration and worry churned in his chest. Each unanswered moment seemed to stretch into eternity, feeding the gnawing sensation of helplessness. “Gemma? Indie?” he tried once more, the edge of desperation now clear in his voice. His fingers twitched, hovering over the doorknob as if willing to suddenly give way. But it didn’t. “I have to go to the bathroom. Please let me out!” Daniel whimpered, sliding down the wall by the door as if wilting to the floor. Pressing his hands between his legs didn’t help. In fact, it only seemed to make the pressure worse. His quiet cries grew to heaving sobs right before his bladder finally gave out. A flood of warmth spread across the front of his diaper- the diaper…What was he kidding? It was his diaper. He was the only one who was going to be wearing them for what was shaping up to be a very long time. “M-Muh- Mommyyyy!” He cried out as the warmth spread under his butt. He couldn’t feel it through the mittens, but the flow didn’t start tapering until he heard footsteps coming down the hall. He was afraid that, when help finally came, he’d be sitting in a wet puddle. But his sadness didn’t wane when the door cracked open revealing Indie’s concerned face. “Danny? I heard crying-” Her eyes widened when she saw him slumped against the wall. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?!” She stepped into the room, pushing her blonde hair behind her ears as she crouched down beside him. “You- You left me in here!” He sobbed accusingly. “I had to- Had to go to the bathroom!” He sniffled, face becoming a mess. “Baby,” Her voice was kind and soft as she leaned closer, gently coaxing Daniel to lean into her arms. “I left you with the door open. I didn’t close you in.” Daniel didn’t have the presence of mind to bring up the fact that she was acknowledging that the door got stuck if it closed. He just leaned all his weight into her hold, glad (in some bizarre way) that she didn’t continue to ignore his calls. “Did you go potty?” “...Yeah,” Daniel sniffled. “I didn’t mean to! But you wouldn’t come to help me!” He whined. “I didn’t hear you, baby,” Indie explained and lifted Daniel into her arms. It was a very short walk to the changing table. “I was going to my room when I heard you crying for Mommy.” “Mommy…” Daniel whimpered, fitfully wiping at tears. “I can be Mommy,” Indie cooed, laying him down as if he were made of glass on the changing table after unzipping the onesie. “Mommy’s going to get her baby all cleaned up, okay?” “Take the toy out?” Daniel whimpered. Indie, surprisingly, didn’t protest and Daniel soon felt his privates being exposed to the cool air of the bedroom. He shivered, turning his head to the wall with a weak whimper. “Oh you poor thing, you’re soaked! You had to go potty, huh?” “Y-yeah…” Daniel agreed. The toy was slipped out of him with ease, nearly falling out right as his knees were lifted up to expose his hole. The diaper change happened in record time with a new cloth diaper being slid under his butt, a cloud of powder on his privates, and the tapes being secured quickly. He didn’t stop to look at what kind of print was on his diaper. He nodded as Indie asked if he was hungry. Smiling, Indie walked over to the rocking chair in the corner and sat down with Daniel stretched across her lap. He was far desensitized at this point as she pulled her shirt completely off and unclipped the bra that was barely holding her breasts up. Both breasts were exposed to the air, nipples pebbling up at the cooler temperature. Daniel knew what to do at this point and found his lips parting as Indie brought his mouth up to her chest. Her nipple filled his mouth. The nipple was large, reaching halfway over his tongue so that the first rush of creamy milk coated the back of his mouth before dribbling down his throat. The nipple filled his mouth leaving no side untouched, creating an air-tight seal around his lip. “There we go,” Indie smiled. “Such a good boy! You learned to latch so quickly.” In another moment, Daniel might have thought Indie was making fun of him. But here, emotionally vulnerable and helpless, he could only take the words as praise. Indie’s milk was good, he made the realization to himself. It was creamy and thicker than regular milk. Sweet, but not overly so. It was like having dessert for dinner, he thought, letting his eyes fall closed as he nursed. The rocking of the chair slowly lulled him into a sleep-like trance. It was only the slow but insistent caress of a hand over his caged dick that aroused him from his rest. Daniel hummed inquisitively. Had he earned a reward already? Seeming to read his mind, Indie giggled. “You’re always so eager for fun times, baby. But now isn’t time to do cum cums yet.” A whine rumbled through his chest that Indie seemed to enjoy quite a bit. “Not yet. Don’t be so greedy, baby.” Daniel wanted to explain the edging he’d been experiencing ever since their playtime earlier, but there was something pressing against this mouth too insistently. But even with all her touching, Indie didn’t seem too interested in pushing him into a climax. Every time the feelings mounted higher, Daniel’s hips tried to push into her massaging palm only for her to remove it to pet his cheek while he nursed. It must be the way he was nursing, he realized. She always knew when he was close to cumming. When the first tit was drained, Daniel pushed passed the overly full feeling in his belly to speak. “Please can we do cum cums?” He asked, lip quivering as if he would fall into a pit of despair if she told him no. Part of him intentionally used the infantile terms she concocted to earn favor. But he wasn’t sure how well it would work… A/N: Sorry it took so long to post the next chapters! I've been going through quite a lot of stuff. This story has been completed as have been several other projects I'll post when I have a chance. I've been busy with moving preparations and working on other commissions, but hopefully within the next couple of months things will settle down. Hope you all enjoy!

I've been in a bit of a mental funk lately. Maybe it's a seasonal thing, but its just been a little hard to stay upbeat. I've just been having to remind myself of the good things coming up in the future. In July I'm moving out of state. It's equal parts exciting and terrifying as I've never lived anywhere else than my small town. There's gonna be a lot of trouble and a lot of planning to be done, but I'm excited for what it means for my future because I get to do it with someone I love. In May I'm taking a trip to visit said person and meeting the rest of his family. Just trying to get through the rest of February, March, and April first. What else are y'all looking forward to?

I fixed the chapter so that it's 7 and 8 not a repost of chapter 6!

Alternative Title: Uprooted: Evicted and Forced to Live on a Farm with my Giantess Cousin and Aunt A/N: This is chapters 7 and 8 of a series I'm working on as part of a commission. It's a little different than the stuff I usually write and it's a little on the heavier side. This story will deal with topics such as: Non-Consensual Regression, Incest, Lactation, Giantess Themes, Non-Consensual Drugging and Body Modification, Sissy Themes, Restraints, Gags, Forced Feeding, Futanari, Edging, Sex Toys, Orgasm Delay/Denial, and a bunch of other things that I will try to mention beforehand later down the line. Please heed these tags. The story is much further along than this, but the commissioner (who wishes to remain anonymous) requested to be updated far ahead of what is posted to DD. The alt. title was an idea from the commissioner as well! Uprooted: Chapters 7 & 8 (7,596 Words) Daniel cleaned himself as best as he could with toilet paper but snuck off to his bedroom with training pants in hand to use the wipes in his dresser. He wasn’t sure if it was the small stimulation or the prolonged edging of his orgasm, but something about tracing the cool wet wipe over his limp penis had his toes curling in a sensitive pleasure. He was unbearably horny all the time, but he drew the line at masturbating several times in the same hour! Tossing the soiled training pants in his laundry bag to be handled later, Daniel grabbed another set from the dresser. The warm tingle of arousal was less intense now, but still there under his skin. Maybe he should just…try to work through it? This was so far past the point of being turned on by his cousin and aunt to the point where it was almost a medical anomaly. Biting his lip, Daniel lowered his fresh training pants and took himself in hand. The first few strokes were like stabs of pleasure. His body, clearly not used to so much stimulation, was stuttering at the onslaught of pleasure. But his dick responded eagerly. Hardening in record time, Daniel was stroking himself at a quick pace. It wasn’t so much that he wanted it over quickly. Rather, he felt like he was that close to the edge. It only took a few more strokes before he painted his fist with only a couple of ropes of cum. Certainly not the volume he was used to. His skin was warm and clammy as he panted, leaning up against his bed. His legs were so weak that he needed to breathe before walking to avoid falling. That was single-handedly (no pun intended) one of the best orgasms he’d had. And his body seemed to agree as the wave of heat slowly leached out of his core. It took a couple of wipes to clean his mess and he ended up discarding his shirt as well as it had a few drops of cum on the hem. The next time he was summoned from his room, Daniel was instructed to help with dishes as usual. It was he and Indie standing at the sink and Gemma down by the stove, prepping a broth that needed to simmer until dinner. Indie scrubbed at the dishes before rinsing them and passing them to Daniel to dry and place on a rack. He needed to stand on a chair to reach said rack, but he didn’t mind. It was the closest he got in chores to feeling like an equal and if that meant drying dishes, then those dishes would be dried! And while it was awkward to be close to them after the disastrous lunch, it was slightly better if he wrote of his reaction to a ‘medical’ anomaly. Like a late puberty. And Indie’s groping wasn’t helping, of course. But there was no groping while doing the dishes, he told himself reassuringly. And of course, his attention was stolen by Gemma walking to the fridge and grabbing something inside. He expected a regular ingredient. Maybe butter, or chopped veggies, but what he didn’t expect to see was a fresh bottle of milk. A green cap. Gemma’s milk. As casually as breathing, Gemma walked over to the pot on the stove and poured the entire contents of the bottle into the broth. “Hey!” Daniel demanded, task forgotten. “Don’t put that in there!” “Don’t worry, Sweetie,” Gemma smiled. “This is just to give it a creamy texture.” “I’m not going to eat that,” Daniel said firmly. “That’s gross.” Gemma tilted her head at him as if she had no idea why he was acting that way. “You didn’t have any problems any other time I used our breastmilk to make food.” Daniel’s heart skipped a beat at those words. She’d used the breastmilk before? As in, Daniel had eaten breastmilk from his cousin and aunt without knowing it? He wanted to interrogate her. How many times? What meals? Why didn’t they tell him? But the answer to that last question was obvious. Because they knew he’d act like this. “Don’t be so fussy,” Indie teased, taking the empty bottle from her mother and starting to clean it in the sudsy water. “You drink milk all the time. This is the same thing. We eat the same thing you do. It’s not that big of a deal, Danny.” Daniel hated how they treated him like he was the one acting strangely. But this was a breach of- Something! Forcing him to drink- Well…they didn’t force him. But they didn’t tell him!- They didn’t tell him when they used salt in the food either, though. They were making it seem like any other ingredient. Gemma did say that they produced a lot of milk between the two of them. Maybe this was their way of not wasting so much. Indie handed him the cleaned bottle and Daniel started to dry it with the hand towel. And it wasn’t as though they’d allow him to start eating less. They’ve made it clear they’d hold him down. This was a battle he wouldn’t win right now. Daniel sighed, letting the topic go for the moment in favor of finishing the dishes. After that chore was done, Gemma enlisted his help in packaging up some of the bottles of milk for shipping. He didn’t know the first thing about it, but after some instruction from Gemma, he found it wasn’t hard. She handled the hard parts like shipping labels and prepping the boxes. It was Daniel’s job to put the bottles of milk into each cushioned slot so they wouldn’t break. The bottles were chilled from their time in the fridge and the boxes were insulated to keep them from going bad. If Daniel forgot that it was his family’s breastmilk they were packaging, it would almost be kind of cool. “Alrighty,” Gemma smiled as she pushed the previous box towards the side. “Last one! Mommy Emily wants four bottles of Indie’s milk.” As instructed, Daniel put four bottles of pink-capped milk in the box. “Does it really matter who it is?” Gemma nodded. “It’s supposed to taste different depending on who it comes from. On our website, we have pictures of both of us, and our customers are given a choice. It’s all about preference.” “So who sells more?” Daniel couldn’t help his curiosity. They’d only done a handful of orders and it looked like an even spread. Gemma got a shy look on her face. It was the most bashful, or rather self-conscious, Daniel had seen her. “I think Indie gets the most requests. She’s young and very beautiful. She also produces more than I do, so it works out.” Feeling just a small stab of offense on his aunt’s behalf, Daniel spoke up. “You’re beautiful too, Auntie Gem,” He huffed. “I mean, she gets her looks from you!” “You think so?” Gemma asked, cheeks heating up shyly. It was the first time their dynamics had switched in such a way and Daniel couldn’t help but double down. “I know so! If I didn’t know you two, I’d say you were sisters,” He smiled widely as Gemma blushed further. “Oh, you flatterer! You’re just saying that!” Daniel shook his head, standing up from his chair and walking over to Gemma. At his approach, the flustered woman leaned forward to pull him into a hug on her lap. It was only this time, Daniel told himself, that he wouldn’t throw a fit and hugged her earnestly. His head rested fully on her cleavage, smelling her sweet scented perfume. “You’re very pretty, Auntie.” He could feel her heartbeat going faster in her chest and felt pleased he could elicit that kind of reaction from her. For a moment, he could completely forget all the humiliation they’d been putting him through and just be…a boy and his aunt. It was nice. That night, Daniel tried to parse out the breast milk in the broth of the soup he was fed, but couldn’t define it from any normal soup he’d had before. Any attempt to avoid eating it was met with tight arms holding him in place until he opened his mouth. It tasted really good and he washed it down with juice afterwards. In a way, he could forget that he was eating their breastmilk because it was so unlike anything he expected it to be. He didn’t even notice that his laundry basket was missing from his room when he retired for the night because he was riding the high of such a good day. The woman in his dream was petting over his twitching cock. He couldn’t move his hands but found himself able to move his legs enough to spread them apart. He’d hoped it would encourage the woman to start stroking him until he spilled all over her fist, but she only started petting lower. Her touch was feather-light. Teasing even. He felt her fingers dip below to cup under his scrotum and press against his taint. It was a weird sensation and not one that he thought about at all until it was happening. The maddening twitch of his cock pulsed harder. Head tilted back, Daniel moaned out a plea for more. “That’s it, Sweetie,” The woman’s voice rang out for the first time causing Daniel to flinch. It sounded…familiar. “Doesn’t that feel so nice?” The hand pressed a little harder, cupping his entire privates and shifting back and forth, not even petting anymore. “That’s it, let Mommy hear you.” That’s what snapped Daniel out of his slumber. It was such a shock but it was only the start as he saw Gemma leaning over him, her hand between his legs. Daniel hissed, knees trembling as her hand stroked once more. “My sweet baby,” She cooed. “All worked up for Mommy this morning.” Daniel went to scramble back on his bed, digging his hands in the sheets as he tried to get away. “What are you-!” He tried to shout, but Gemma’s hand secured itself around his ankle and pulled him back down. “Let go of me!” Her hand finally moved from between his legs only to secure itself over his mouth. He could smell the musk of his arousal on her palm and felt disgusted with himself. “Don’t be so mean, baby,” She warned with a soft smile. “Mommy knows how hard it’s been for you lately,” It sounded like a euphemism as she said it and looked down at his still-hard dick. He didn’t like this. But he had been so close to cumming before. His dick wasn’t going back down. “Mommy’s here to help so you don’t make messes in your training pants anymore.” Daniel’s heart dropped and his eyes widened. Seeing this, Gemma giggled. “Mommy knows all about your sticky clothes. So you just be a good boy and get on the changing table, or I’ll call Indie in here and we can do this like before.” As much as it sounded like she was giving him an option, Daniel found himself being carried over to the dresser without his consent. The pad she’d placed on it was soft under his back and he pushed himself up on his elbows. “Gemma, stop- I don’t- I don’t like this!” He tried to plead his case. The black straps she’d displayed before were back, looping under him in a way he couldn’t see before becoming taught. She started with his legs first, securing them tightly so that he had no room to move them. Sensing what was coming next, Daniel tried to hide his wrists by turning toward the wall. “No- No- No!” He repeated over and over. But Gemma was stronger than him. Eventually, Daniel was tightly secured to the ‘changing table’. He took in a deep breath to scream, only for Gemma to cover his mouth once more, her hand covering the entire bottom of his face. “Ah, ah, ah,” She tutted. “We don’t scream at Mommy. If you can’t behave, I’ll have to use the gag on you.” The gag?! Had Daniel fallen into some kind of horror alternate universe?! Tears filled his eyes and trickled down his cheeks. “A-are you gonna hurt me-” He couldn’t help but whimper. Gemma looked horrified on his behalf and that set him only slightly at ease. “Hurt you? I’d never hurt my precious little nugget!” She said with offense and walked around the changing table to stand between his legs. “I just want to make sure my little boy gets his cummies.” Her hand was back on his crotch, teasing him with light caresses. Daniel’s neck craned to look at her and his lips parted in a soft breath. “W-wait- St-stop,” He whimpered, tears slowing as his focus was split. “We can’t- you can’t touch me like that!” Gemma sighs before her hands leave him completely. He only had a few seconds of hope that she was leaving him alone, but Gemma bent over to dig through the dresser once more. What she pulled out was a thick black strap. Daniel went to question what she planned to do with it when she shoved the strip of fabric between his teeth. In Daniel’s limited thrashing, she managed to secure it into place behind his head. “There. How’s that?” “Mmm! Phmm!” Daniel cried out. He attempted to push the fabric from between his teeth with his tongue, but it held firm around his head. He looked on in horror as Gemma returned to between his legs and pulled his shorts and training pants down to his ankles in one swoop of motion. His dick had flagged slightly, but as Gemma reached to encase it in her fist, Daniel felt the warm tingle inside him rise once more. “It’s no good for you to keep yourself pent up,” She lectured, using the precum at his tip to lubricate a loose-fisted stroke. “And this way Mommy can make sure you don’t make messes in your cute little training pants.” Daniel tried his best to thrash on the changing table, but Gemma seemed to be an expert in this aspect. No matter how hard he bucked or twitched away, her hand remained firm on his cock, even tightening up as he jerked away to pleasure him with a long stroke. Daniel felt drool pool in his mouth and soak into the gag faster than he could swallow it. High-pitched whimpers escaped him. His tears had gradually lessened until they stopped, only because he was focusing so hard on trying not to feel the pleasure being forced upon him. He was a man after all, and a horny one at that. Someone was touching his cock; even if it was his aunt. “Just relax,” Gemma purred. Daniel’s closed eyes jerked open as he felt something warm and wet right at the tip. Looking down, Gemma had pressed the tip of her tongue to the tip of his dick. She wasn’t licking, nor trying to taste from what he saw. But the hand stroking him was still. It was only as Daniel saw drips of spit collecting in her mouth and following the line of her tongue to his penis that he realized she was lubing it up more. Her spit was just as warm as her tongue and Daniel turned his head towards the wall as the arousal inside of him skyrocketed. He’d never had a girl taste him before. Had never been with a woman at all, really. When she felt he was sufficiently lubed up, she took her tongue away and resumed her teasing strokes. The sound her hand made with every stroke was obscene. A wet squelch rang through the air. Daniel shuddered harshly starting at his shoulders and rolling down to his hips and legs. The sobs that had been wracking his body previously had dissolved into repetitive whines. “There we go. All nice and wet…” It felt…good. As much as he hated to admit it. He couldn’t stay still, nor could he move fully to either embrace the pleasure or try to get away from it. And after so many interrupted masturbation sessions and ruined orgasms…Well…Christ, Daniel thought. He was such a fucking pervert. “Just let it happen. Enjoy Mommy’s touch,” Gemma’s voice was nearly hypnotic as she talked him through his torment. Comforting him like a fussy toddler, but touching him like a lover. The hand that wasn’t touching him rested against the inside of one of his thighs. It tickled as she stroked her thumb down the crease that led to his balls. “You’re going to learn to love this, Daniel.” Her voice was so full of conviction that Daniel keened, back bowing, head shaking back and forth trying to deny it. It was all he could do. She’d stolen everything else from him. Gemma only chuckled, somehow still sweet-sounding. “We’re going to do this every day. Every morning. I’m going to milk my cute little boy’s peepee every morning so that you don’t ever have to worry about hiding from your needs.” “M-oh!” Daniel tried to say ‘no,’ but the gag kept his words loose and incoherent. “Did baby say ‘moo?’” Gemma sounded like the cat that caught the canary. She knew what he was saying but purposefully chose to ignore him. “Is Baby pretending to be a little cow?” Daniel shook his head harder, feeling his neck ache. “Say ‘moo’ for me,” Gemma encouraged. “Moo for Mommy while she milks your cum cums right from your peepee.” Daniel let out a loud cry. Something he knew couldn’t be mistaken for an animal noise, but Gemma wasn’t deterred. “That’s right, good job, baby!” She cooed, bending over to press kisses on his bare stomach where his shirt had ridden up. “Now be a good boy and cum for Mommy. Nice and hard. Cum as much as you need to.” Daniel bit down hard on the gag in his mouth as if he could smother the groan that burst forth. His eyes rolled back in his head at the feeling of an orgasm being ripped from him without his consent. Shakes seized his body as he struggled to even breathe. Gemma was relentless, keeping up the same punishing rhythm the entire time she milked him of his orgasm. All the while praising him for ‘making stickies’. In her eyes, he was a good boy. But in Daniel’s mind, post-orgasm clarity, he was a pervert who came from his aunt’s touch. The tears came back as Gemma slowed her strokes to nothing. Daniel risked opening his eyes to see her pulling a small tube off the tip of his penis. The tube was attached to what looked like a vial and she brought it up to her eyes for inspection. “4ml. That’s a nice start, baby,” Gemma hummed, setting the vial off to the side. “I’ll be sure to mark that so that we can start measuring your output.” Daniel was surprised as she started to unstrap him from the changing table. “Indie should have breakfast ready soon and then we’ll start on chores for the day, okay?” The change-up was almost giving him whiplash! “Run off and take a shower, Mr. Bubble-Butt.” Gemma teased, lightly spanking his naked butt cheek after placing him back down on the ground. Daniel reached down quickly to yank his training pants and shorts back up from his ankles and took off towards the bathroom as if Gemma would change her mind and chase after him. This had to be a fucked up dream! Daniel had nothing else to do but shower. He took extra time to scrub around his privates as if making sure every spec of Gemma’s saliva left him. He washed his dried drool off his cheek and out of his hair where it dribbled. When the bathroom was too full of steam for him to stay, Daniel ran back to his room, not even caring about the door mechanism before slamming it shut. The pad on the top of the changing table mocked him viciously. His lip quivered. Sobs stuttered in his chest. How the hell was he going to get out of this mess? He had no money and nowhere else to go! And now he was stuck in his room until one of the women tormenting him came to collect him. And he’d go back to being their little plaything! Why did he ever agree to this? Daniel asked rhetorically. And what was he going to do at breakfast? He had no idea. The time came all too soon. “Daniel!” Indie called from the other room. It wasn’t as if Daniel could go to her with the door stuck, though. So he continued to lay on his mattress, dreading looking Gemma in the face. He could hear Indie’s annoyed huff as she started to stomp her way to his room. The door opened for her as easily as ever and Daniel looked over ready to give her the excuse that he wasn’t hungry. Not that they would take that as an answer, of course. But his resistance was important to him. Indie poked her head in looking flustered and unsettled, much to Daniel’s curiosity. He found himself sitting up, but not getting off his bed. “Danny, I need your help. Come on.” She said, no-nonsense. “For what?” Daniel couldn’t help but ask. Never once had they asked him for help. They just told him what he was going to do. And it was always some small, meaningless task. Certainly not something as important as Indie was making it seem. Her brow furrowed into a look of displeasure. “Just come on,” She scoffed. And with that she disappeared from Daniel’s doorway, muttering the entire way back to the dining room. Daniel was fast on her heels, wondering if it was some sort of emergency or if someone was hurt! His worry occluded his mind to such a degree that he barely registered Gemma sitting at the dining table with the milking apparatus on her breasts. Indie practically threw herself into the dining chair, fussing with her shirt. Daniel saw two large wet patches on either nipple and winced as Indie’s engorged and puckered nipples were put on display. They looked very tense, the skin around them pulled taut. “Come here,” Indie ordered, holding a hand out to him. Her other hand tried covering both nipples, but couldn’t quite reach. Between her fingers, dribbles of creamy milk flowed. “Quickly!” The urgency in her tone was what spurred Daniel further to her reach, even though his face held a look of disgust. “I told you to stop waiting so long, Indie,” Gemma lectured motherly. “You know better than to skip two milkings.” “I didn’t think about it-” Indie grabbed Daniel and pulled him off balance. Her milk-damp hands were making prints on his shirt as she manhandled him up into her lap. He tried to kick away, deeply uncomfortable with being so close to her while shirtless, but her grip was tight. Just barely avoiding bruising. “Nobody told you to hog the milker!” “And nobody told you to neglect to replace yours.” They carried on their bickering session, completely ignoring Daniel until Indie held him tight by the back of his head and held both his wrists tight in one hand. It was very obvious what Indie wanted to happen and Daniel thrashed. “Let me go! I don’t want it- That’s disgusting!” He fussed, but Indie forced his face into her breast. “Don’t waste it,” She ordered him. Daniel shook his head, not just in denial, but trying to free his nose from the skin of her tit. He couldn’t breathe! Trying to push her away with his bound hands only led to Indie readjusting. She scooped her right arm under his knees, grabbed his wrists once more, and kept her left hand with a firm grip on the nape of Daniel’s neck. He tried to scream, but the sound was muffled and he’d wasted a large portion of his air reserves. “Open your mouth, Daniel.” She wasn’t giving him a choice and looking at Gemma imploringly only led to her switching out her filled bottles for empty ones. They didn’t care. Daniel’s only choices were to drink, or suffocate. Daniel’s survival instinct kicked in as his lungs started to burn from lack of oxygen. His mouth parted open to gasp for air but felt the firm tip of Indie’s nipple slide in instead. It was much larger than he thought it was. Its engorged skin and length led it to sit on the back of his tongue. Trying to push it out with said tongue only encouraged it to dribble thick globs of milk onto his tongue. Her hand grew softer on the back of his neck, allowing him to breathe out of his nose, which he hurriedly did. But the second he tried to move his mouth away or force his lips closed, the hand tightened with a warning. He tried to keep from swallowing the milk, but his mouth filled with it and thick saliva. The suction Indie’s tit made in his mouth was tight enough that nothing would leak out, which made Daniel fear the liquid forcing its way down his throat. He cried openly after the first swallow. The milk wasn’t terrible. Quite the opposite. It was thick and sweet like cream and all those times before of him smelling a ‘sweet perfume’ on the girls led him to the realization that it was their milk he’d been sniffing. But here he was, forced to drink Indie’s milk as it dripped urgently into his mouth. “C’mon,” Indie muttered, some of her harshness leaving. No doubt it was because the pressure was easing in her tit. “Don’t be shy.” Her hand restraining his wrists let go and dipped below his legs to rub his butt in small circles. She must have been trying to soothe him like a fussy baby, Daniel realized. Kicking his legs only led to her palm slipping between them to caress his privates. “You make sissy feel good, and sissy will help you feel good,” Indie urged, pressing him closer to her tit. Daniel’s eyes darted to Gemma who was tightening the caps on the last two bottles on the table. Indie could use the milking apparatus if she wanted to! But she didn’t care, Daniel realized. And Gemma didn’t care that Indie was outright fondling him either. Especially not after that morning, he knew. Tears running down his cheeks and humiliation burning in his chest, Daniel suckled hard on Indie’s breast. Part of it wanted it to hurt her. After all, she was forcing him to do this. And when Indie threw her head back, eyes squeezing shut with a hiss, Daniel thought he’d succeeded. The wave of thick milk coating his tongue and going down his throat was worth that satisfaction, he told himself. But it was short-lived. “Yessss,” Indie drew the word out. “Just like that. Do it again.” When Daniel didn’t immediately comply, Indie tapped his balls warningly. “Come on, baby, don’t tease.” Daniel closed his own eyes tight enough to see stars. There was only one way out of this, he knew. And the longer he sat there, the longer it lasted. Steeling his mind and trying to clear it of all thoughts of the situation, Daniel tried to dissociate as his lips suckled hard once more. Indie was restless in her seat as he continued, dedicated to sucking her dry. “That feels so good,” Indie giggled. “It’s been so long since I’ve been milked the traditional way.” “Looks like I won’t have to make his plate for breakfast,” Gemma said humorously. “Make sure he drinks it all.” Daniel missed the response, but he’d assumed it was some sort of nod. And he was trying to ignore everything. The milk was filling, he realized. He was only a handful of sucks in, but it felt like he’d drank an entire gallon already. But his torment continued. Indie’s fondling of him continued even passed the point where his stomach started to protest. The only reprieve was when the breast in his mouth finally ran dry. Of course, there was the factor of the other one. Indie popped her boob out of his mouth with a literal pop and didn’t give him time to voice his complaints before slipping the other one right in. “Mama,” Indie groaned at the first spurt of milk splashed his throat. “You’ve got to try this.” “I’ll get him at lunch,” Gemma laughed. “You enjoy him now.” Daniel’s eyes shot open, even though Indie’s empty tit rested on his face over his blind eye. He tried to grunt his disapproval of her words, but Indie groped him harder. “Oh? Are you starting to enjoy this, baby?” She whispered. “Do you like drinking Sissy dry while she pets your private parts?” Daniel vehemently shook his head, but she must have taken that for resistance as her iron grip returned. “You’re almost done,” She urged. “Don’t stop being a good boy now.” “I’ve already milked him this morning,” Gemma informed. “I doubt he has anything left right now.” Indie didn’t care about that as she continued to touch him. Her method was to cup his balls in her hand and press them up into his pelvis in a slow caress. As she released them, she’d stroke over his rapidly hardening cock with her thumb before starting over again. “I can still make him feel good.” The last trickles of milk flooded Daniel’s mouth with a sigh from Indie. She slowly pulled her boob from his mouth with another pop and brought him closer to her in an embrace. She peppered delicate kisses all over his face despite the tear tracks. “You did so well for me, Danny,” She cooed. “L-Let me goo!” He cried, sobbing despite the ache in his full tummy. “Let him go pout some, Indie,” Gemma laughed. “He’ll come out for chores in a bit.” Indie pouted heavily but slowly put him on the ground. He didn’t waste a second as he ran off to his room which wasn’t even a sanctuary for him anymore. He slammed the door right before hearing Indie gripe about no aftercare and threw himself onto the bed with disgust. He felt weak for not being able to stop them from manhandling him. But most of all, he felt disgusted with himself for getting hard and leaking pre-cum in his training pants as Indie fondled him. How could he betray himself like that? He didn’t want any of this to happen, yet his body reacted positively to it! What a joke. Gemma was right that he had to come out for chores eventually. She summoned him not long after and offered to help him wash his face in the bathroom with fake care and concern in her eyes, he washed his face by himself and went out to water the flowers as the only form of independence he was allowed. Indie had run off to, presumably, feed the animals in the barn. And Gemma was nowhere to be seen. Daniel had even managed to water the hanging plants. Sure, he’d gotten the porch fairly soaked in the process, but if Gemma didn’t want that to happen, she gave him the wrong chore. Daniel was left pouting on the swinging bench waiting for someone to come back. The front door, like his bedroom door, was stuck in its hinges and he couldn’t get it open. No amount of yanking or pulling would get it open either. So, he was stuck. It was a nice day, at least. A good breeze. Not too hot. Had it not been for his horrible morning, Daniel probably would have had fun being outside. But his stomach was still heavy with milk and he hadn’t pissed at all that morning. He’d forgotten too in between being touched by his aunt and force-breastfed by his cousin. It looked like he wouldn’t be able to relieve his bladder until someone returned from chores. Sure, he could go to the barn and get Indie to open the door for him, but that required talking to her. And he didn’t want to do that. But sitting on the bench, thighs shifting back and forth, Daniel couldn’t help but grow anxious. Surely, he wouldn’t have to wait long… Just for the sake of trying, Daniel stood back up and tried the doorknob again. He shifted from foot to foot, knocking on the wood in case Gemma was inside. “Gemma?!” He called out. But received no answer. He wasn’t tall enough to see through the window on the door either. Daniel bit his lip, debating on peeing in the bushes. But what if one of them came back and caught him? He’d certainly be in trouble then, and who knows what they’d do! Or, they may take his one chore away. Of course, they’d sugarcoat it with soft words and baby tones, but that would just mean he played right into their game of treating him like a toddler. No. He would wait. But as he waited for what felt like an hour, his desperation grew to a point it couldn’t be ignored. He was nearly hopping on his toes while knocking on the door. All too soon, though, his control lapsed. With a sniveling cry, Daniel pissed himself. The training pants put forth a valiant effort to catch his mess, but as his stream continued the layers of fabric grew heavy until the pee flooded out from the leg holes and started to soak into his pants. And like some sick stroke of bad luck, Daniel could see Indie making her way back from the barn. He expected a sneer or even laughing and ducked to hide his face with his hands. What he didn’t expect, and what he received, was a gentle hand resting on his shoulder and a soft voice calling to him. “Oh no,” Indie said with a voice full of what sounded like genuine concern. “Did you have an accident?” Daniel shook his head harshly back and forth not wanting to admit the truth to the large woman. But it wasn’t a big secret. It couldn’t be with the evidence cooling against his legs and pooling around his feet. He tried to let out some explanation about the door being stuck again, but the words tripped over themselves with his tears. He could feel the gross mess on his face and it only served to spur his sadness further. But Indie continued to speak to him softly as if trying to soothe a wild animal. “That’s alright,” She promised. “We can get you all cleaned up, okay? Do you want that?” Daniel wanted that desperately and nodded in agreement. “Do you trust me?” Indie asked, surprising Daniel almost to the point of stopping his tears. “Wha-?” “Do you trust me to get you all cleaned up?” Indie asked again, face full of certainty. With nothing better to say, Daniel nodded. It was pure instinct that caused him to start sobbing again, thick, heaving sobs when she grabbed at his waistband. “Don’t worry, baby,” She assured. “We’re just taking your pants off so that you don’t make a mess of the floor okay?” She deftly untied his shoelaces and urged him to slip out of those with a wet squelch that made him shiver. The training pants came off next leaving him naked from the waist down. The breeze that comforted him before left him shivering as the pee cooled on his body. He couldn’t help it as he looked up at Indie with a lost expression. He was at her mercy, nearly naked, and crying his eyes out. But she continued leaving his clothes there on the porch and grabbed his hand like she was leading him across the street. His feet made small puddles on the floor as she led him to the bathroom. His stomach dropped upon seeing them and he tried to stop Indie from pulling him further. Upon feeling the tension in his shoulder, he was surprised when Indie let him stop where he stood. “What’s wrong, baby?” She asked bending over to be level with him. Feeling small, Daniel felt his lip quiver. “Making a mess of the floor,” He muttered. That was the whole point of leaving his wet clothes outside. “Aww,” Indie’s face split into a smile of pity. “Do you want up?” She held her hands out for him in a gesture to pick him up. And he didn’t want to. He didn’t. But he already made a mess of the porch and the longer he stood in the living room, the more pee that trailed down his legs and collected on the floor. And, in his sense of retribution, if he let Indie carry him he’d get pee on her shirt. In a way, that could be revenge for that morning's violation of his autonomy. Lifting his arms up, Daniel motioned to Indie to be picked up. She didn’t seem to mind getting his pee on her shirt, though. Much to his annoyance. But he had more things to worry about as she brought him to the bathroom and set him in the tub. She insisted on helping him rinse off, but Daniel wanted it over as soon as possible. It was only Gemma poking her head in the bathroom that brought back his previous defiance. “Did our little guy have an accident?” Gemma asked. “No!” Daniel denied it, but Indie nodded. “Do you mind mopping up the living room?” She asked. “Already done~” Gemma sang, giggling, and disappeared. “I’ll be in his room when you two are done.” Daniel squirmed and thrashed as Indie wrapped him in a towel and started to carry him out of the bathroom. “Put me down, Indie. I can walk!” His demands were firmly ignored in exchange for Indie bringing him to the bedroom where Gemma was standing at the dresser. It was with embarrassingly little effort that Indie and Gemma strapped him back down to the table like he’d been that morning. Indie took the opportunity to strip off her dirty shirt and use a few baby wipes to wipe her skin down so that it was free of pee. “Ready?” She asked Gemma, causing Daniel to look at them both in confusion. “I have it right here,” Gemma looked very pleased with herself as she held up something that made Daniel’s stomach curl in disgust as if he’d eaten something rancid. It was a bundle of cloth with a smiling raincloud on the front. The velcro on either side told Daniel exactly what it was and he started to try to kick his way out of the restraints holding him down. “I’m not wearing a diaper! No!” He yelled as loud as he could, feeling a small touch of satisfaction at them wincing at his volume. “Oh, baby,” Gemma said with a condescending tone. “You have no choice. No baby is going to have little peepee accidents on my porch without consequences.” “The door-” “Stop blaming it on the doors of this house, Daniel,” Indie said in a sing-song voice. “We both know you could have come to get me if you really needed to come inside.” Whatever rebuttal he was going to say was silenced as Indie leaned over once more and shoved her nipple into his mouth. It filled every corner of his mouth leaving no room for sound to get through. It wasn’t as taut and swollen as it had been that morning, but with only a little bit of encouragement from Indie squeezing her breast between her fingers, milk started to readily flow into Daniel’s mouth. He was still full from breakfast and every sweetened drop was nearly too much for him to handle. He was focusing so hard on trying not to get sick that Gemma had hardly any resistance when she lifted his legs in the air to slide the diaper under his hips. Daniel felt the cool powder before he smelled it wafting in the air. It was with two quick pulls of the tab that Daniel was trapped. Like the training pants, the diapers were tight on his crotch. Not because they were too small, though. No, they were tight because of all the layers he felt that thickened the fabric and pressed his thighs apart. “There we go!” Gemma took his legs and pumped them back and forth like he was riding a bike. “All padded up and protected from any accidents! Doesn’t that feel good?” Indie pulled her tit away from him and he only had time to take a deep breath in before they silenced him again. This time with a strange plastic gag that had a rubber nipple that filled his mouth like Indie’s nipple had. It had a strap that secured around his head much like the previous gag. As soon as Daniel’s hands were released, he reached down to rip off the velcro strips of the diaper to get it off, but Indie’s hands grabbed him and held him back down. “Looks like he’s gotta wear his panties,” She smirked down at him even as he tried to thrash back and forth. “I guess so,” Gemma smiled and reached into the dresser. When they added new items to torment him, he didn’t know. But she pulled out something that crinkled loudly and Daniel groaned around the gag. The crinkly fabric was white with a small chain wrapped around the waistband of it. The ‘panties’ were slid up his legs and secured around his waist just as securely with a small padlock on the front holding the chain tight. They would not be coming off. Threat neutralized, they finally let him go. Daniel screamed at the from behind the gag, stomping his foot and pointing at the offending garments around his waist. He didn’t care if they understood his words, but he knew they would understand his actions. He wanted them off! “It’s okay,” Gemma cooed. “Let it out, Sweetie.” And let it out he did. Daniel walked around the small space to shake and kick at the stupid furniture placed there. He pulled the dresser as if he could throw it to the ground but it stayed still even as he tried to shake it. He could feel a headache brewing with how heated his grunts and muffled shouts were. The entire time Gemma looked at him, nodding as if she understood his frustrations. And Indie only started to remove the stacks of training pants (most of which he hadn’t even worn yet) from the drawer already half full with various cloth diapers decorated with babyish prints. When the majority of his steam was lost, Daniel fell onto his butt on the floor. He kicked out, not aiming at the two giant women, but more so showing them he was still upset. Tears were sliding down his cheeks and his throat hurt from all his shouting. It just wasn’t fair! One accident was just that, an accident. He didn’t mean to. And they didn’t believe him that the doors were always stuck! It…It wasn’t fair… “Oh, Sweetheart,” Gemma soothed as she came over and scooped him up from the floor. Part of Daniel wanted to start up again. Maybe kicking at her or shouting again, but the rest of him was so tired. It had been such an eventful morning already. He hadn’t had a break since he’d woken up. Gemma hummed a sweet little tune as she bounced Daniel on her hip like an actual baby. “It’s alright, Mommy’s here.” Again with the stupid ‘Mommy’ thing. It was ridiculous. Daniel didn’t realize his eyes had fallen shut until he felt himself being lowered down onto a soft pad. Eyes snapping open, Daniel moaned out a refusal to see he had been put in the playpen! He didn’t want to be in there! Sitting down, the rails were high above his head. Even when he was standing, the netting nearly reached his chin. “I think we should also put the rails on,” Indie said nodding to the bed he’d been sleeping on. “Wouldn’t want him to get into any trouble. Plus,” She stepped closer to Gemma to stage-whisper in her ear. “He’s been falling.” Gemma looked insulted that Daniel hadn’t mentioned that tidbit sooner and looked over at Daniel starting yet another tantrum while in the playpen. “Why didn’t you say something, Nugget?” She didn’t wait for an answer as she turned back to Indie. “You get the rails, I’ll get the straps.” They both disappeared from the room leaving Daniel to huff and puff inside the playpen. When they did return, Indie was holding a long box of what Daniel presumed to be rails and Gemma was holding a bundle of straps that looked remarkably similar to what she’d attached to the dresser. They made him watch as they assembled what looked like a cage where his bed used to be, fully equipped with straps to make sure he stayed there. There was no misunderstanding now. He was to be their baby. Their little plaything. They’d been humoring him thus far, but that farce was over. He wasn’t their guest. He was their toy. “Does baby like his new room?” Gemma reached into the playpen to pinch at his cheeks. “Is baby excited to have naptime in his crib?” Daniel shook his head vehemently back and forth, but the pair of women just laughed at him. “Don’t worry. You’ll learn to love it here.” Gemma sounded so sure. “You’ll never want to leave,” Indie added. “Not like you could anyway,” Gemma finished and dug through the dresser to yank out the remainder of Daniel’s adult clothes. He could only watch, heart full of dread, as they disappeared through the bedroom door. He was certain he wouldn’t ever see them again…

Alternative Title: Uprooted: Evicted and Forced to Live on a Farm with my Giantess Cousin and Aunt A/N: This is chapter 6 of a series I'm working on as part of a commission. It's a little different than the stuff I usually write and it's a little on the heavier side. This story will deal with topics such as: Non-Consensual Regression, Incest, Lactation, Giantess Themes, Non-Consensual Drugging and Body Modification, Sissy Themes, Restraints, Gags, Forced Feeding, Futanari, Edging, Sex Toys, Orgasm Delay/Denial, and a bunch of other things that I will try to mention beforehand later down the line. Please heed these tags. The story is much further along than this, but the commissioner (who wishes to remain anonymous) requested to be updated far ahead of what is posted to DD. The alt. title was an idea from the commissioner as well! Uprooted: Chapter 6 (4,050 Words) Neither his aunt nor his cousin cared about his thoughts on the matter and soon enough, Daniel felt the training pants being pushed up his thighs and secured around his hips. It took a little effort as his butt was a bit big for his size. Not obscenely so, but enough that he often bought his pants a size larger than they should. He often wore a belt tied to the tightest loop to hold his pants up or specifically bought shorts with a drawstring. And now, in training pants most certainly meant for a toddler, his rear end caused them to be tight on his crotch and butt. Looking down in shame, he could see the outline of his dick and balls through the front fabric with ease. And he wasn’t even erect! It was the same squeezing-pressured feeling he had when riding the horse before. Only now, there was no easing of it. “Look at this little tushy!” Gemma cooed, cupping his bottom with both hands and giving a gentle squeeze despite Daniel’s sobs. “Almost too big to fit in his training pants.” Her hand trailed up, scooping over his compressed balls and cock. Daniel flinched, suddenly going stock still. He forced all thoughts of pleasure from his mind, trying hard to focus on the hurt and humiliation he was feeling. Indie from above him, not that he could see her with his blind right eye, chuckled in a way that also caused his upper body to shift. And for one terrifying moment, Daniel noticed the pinch of cloth in his mouth growing damn. He pleaded in his mind that it was just from his saliva pooling in his mouth, but by the sweet essence skating over his tongue, he’d soon have to realize that it was Indie’s boob leaking through her shirt. “I saw it while he was in the shower,” Indie giggled. “Such a big butt for a little guy.” Gemma, in her perverted sense of mercy, helped Daniel pull his shorts back up his legs and tied the drawstring tightly. “I’ll have to get started on some clothes that fit you, Nugget,” She mused. And Daniel watched, now only restrained by his wrists, as Gemma reached into the top drawer where he kept his boxers and grabbed the contents out with one hand. “But first we have another thing to handle.” “We wouldn’t want you taking off your training pants,” Indie agreed, filling Daniel’s thoughts with venom and anger toward her smug grin. “And the only way to ensure that is to ensure you don’t have anything to change into.” Daniel watched with growing sadness as each pair of boxers that he owned were ripped apart in front of him. Gemma didn’t even seem to struggle as she pulled them apart by the waistband. The sound of ripping fabric was loud in the bedroom. The only other sound was Daniel’s sniffling cries smothered by Indie’s leaking tit. There was a plastic bag on the ground by Gemma’s feet and she lifted it to reveal several more packages of training pants. Indie pulled Daniel into a sitting position and readjusted her hold on him until she was holding his arms to his chest while standing behind him in a weird pantomime of a hug. His cries were no longer hidden and he made no move to smother them while he watched Gemma open each package and start to fill his empty underwear drawer with them. Each one had an equally insulting design written across the butt. The only mercy was that the front was almost normal looking; merely similar in design to a pair of tighty whities. ‘Mommy’s Little Bedwetter’ ‘Property of Mommy & Sissy’ ‘I play house with my Sissy’ ‘Potty Training in Progress’ …and other embarrassing quotes. Each one was like rubbing salt in the wound. “No-no, no, no-” He couldn’t help but mutter under his breath as if that would change anything. He was met with what he was sure was a faux sympathetic look from Gemma as the last pair of training pants filled his dresser. “Oh, baby,” She said stepping forward to pull Daniel into another hug, this time from the front. Her breast pressed insistently against his cheek and he turned his head so far that his neck ached to avoid it getting anywhere close to his lips. “It’s alright. ‘Mommy’s here.” The term tumbled from her lips. “Mommy and Sissy will make sure that everything’s alright.” He didn’t have a ‘Sissy’, he wanted to argue. But He felt as though he’d made a big enough spectacle of himself already. If letting them call themselves his Mommy and Sissy got them to leave him alone, he didn’t care. He wouldn’t follow their leads. “What do you say we finish watering my plants, yeah?” Gemma asked, pulling away just far enough to meet Daniel’s eyes. “I don’t want to,” Daniel’s denial came to his lips. “I want to lay down.” “Well,” Gemma said patiently, bending down to grab the tattered remains of Daniel’s boxers and shove them in the plastic sack. “The day has barely begun!” “You promised to be a big boy and help with chores,” Indie reminded him, and he didn’t have to look at her face to know she had that usual smug smirk. “I promise to make sure the wasps don’t get you this time.” Gemma’s lips parted in surprise and Daniel was thrown off as her borderline fake concern turned all too real. “You got attacked by wasps?” Her voice was soft and sweet; barely above a whisper. Her hands reached out for him, tracing over his face, neck, arms, and legs as if checking him for wounds. “Did you get stung, my little Nugget?” “No,” Daniel sniffled, flinching only as Gemma grabbed a wipe from the pack he’d found earlier and dabbed at his red and damp cheeks. “I’m fine.” “I made sure to knock the nest down, but he’s still a little scared of the steps.” Daniel glared at Indie but was surprised to see the same concern on her face as on Gemma’s. Did they really care so much? It threw him for a loop because the entire time he’d been there (as short a time as it was) they’d done their best to violate his privacy and embarrass him at every turn. And now they were trying to fawn over him for something as simple as a wasp nest? It didn’t make any sense. “You can have some lemonade on the porch while Indie and I check the rest of the flowers, okay?” Gemma assured. “I know you want to help us out like a ‘big strong man’,” As the words came out, her lips plumped up in a pout and her voice dipped low in tone. Patronizing him. “But we can’t have you getting hurt.” “Okay,” Daniel agreed in a defeated voice. He wanted to lay down and perhaps sleep the day’s humiliation away, but sitting back on the porch while Indie and Gemma hunted wasps was a good enough compromise. The pair smiled at him and he felt hands on his hips lifting him from the dresser and setting him down on the ground. “Come on, Danny,” Indie cooed, holding a hand out for him. “Let’s get some lemonade.” It was purely reflex that caused Daniel to reach out and grab Indie’s hand. He certainly didn’t need an escort to the kitchen. But he hadn’t had anything to drink since breakfast and crying made his mouth all dry and tacky. Cold lemonade would have had his mouth watering if it weren’t so thirsty. Gemma disappeared outside, presumably to start checking for wasps. There was a large pitcher of lemonade in the fridge on the shelf under all the bottles of milk and Daniel knew he wouldn’t be able to get it himself. Not only was the shelf too high, but the giant pitcher would certainly be too heavy. However, Indie had no trouble with it and set it on the counter while she went to grab a cup (which was also in an inconveniently high cabinet). Daniel had protests falling from his lips immediately upon seeing that the cup Indie had grabbed was brightly colored with cartoon characters printed on the sides. “I’m not drinking out of that!” He refused. Indie turned a disinterested eye to him. “Oh really? What are you going to drink out of? A glass that any bee or fly could land in?” “...I don’t-” “Or!” She continued. “I can put away this flip straw lid,” She held up the lid that looked like a normal cup lid, flat with the groves to screw on the cup, but the top had a straw that snapped closed as well. “And grab a sippy cup from in here.” “No, it’s fine-” “Or even better yet! I can grab one of the baby bottles from the fridge and you can suckle on that while Mom and I fight the wasps for you.” Indie bent over, putting her hands on her knees and giving him a sharp smile. “What’s it going to be, huh?” “...I’ll take the straw cup,” Daniel’s eyes clouded over with tears and he blinked hard to get them to fade. What was it about a cup that made him so emotional? He told himself it was all the excitement of the day already and surely it would pass. He didn’t want to cry anymore for the rest of his LIFE in front of Indie or Gemma. “That’s what I thought.” Indie filled the cup and twisted the cap on before handing it to him and leading him back outside. Gemma was already hard at work searching the flowers for anything that could sting him and Indie didn’t wait for him to get settled before joining her. They were very thorough as they bent over to each bush of flowers to check. So much so that Daniel felt a little better about their treatment of him that morning, he was still upset, of course. They were rude and forceful, but clearly, they cared about him. Even Indie’s selection of his cup was made with an abstract version of care for him. As the search for wasps concluded, Daniel finished his lemonade and went to grab the hose once more. He expected to be stopped by Indie or Gemma, but they both smiled and directed him to the flowers still in need of water. When it came to the hanging planters, Gemma rested her hands on his hips in a warning and lifted him onto her shoulders to reach them. It was the most fun he’d had since he got there and he couldn’t keep the happy smile off his face. For the first time, he thought that maybe the whole arrangement wouldn’t be so bad… The next few days turned into a pattern of sorts. Daniel’s ‘chores’ were minimal. He’d water the plants, dry dishes passed to him, and help brush the horses with Gemma’s careful supervision. Annoyingly, he had to come to terms with the fact that he was never going to be allowed to feed himself. They weren’t shy in holding him down if he refused, and Daniel learned it was a lot easier to just go with it. The food was good and if he ate his whole plate, they would let him flee to his room. But with the good came a fair amount of bad. His arousal built up to a near-constant level. Even the tight squeeze of the training pants couldn’t hide his boner. Most mornings he woke up on edge both literally and figuratively. Waking up, he was constantly on the brink of orgasm. He barely had enough time to shove his hand into his training pants before his cock spurted out thick ropes of cum. His bucking hips almost sent him falling off the mattress on more than one occasion. It was odd that he always woke up so close to the edge of the bed, but chalked it off to his restlessness. He didn’t have another accident though as he’d taken to putting a jacket on his doorknob and using the sleeve to cover the latch so that it didn’t fully lock. Indie and Gemma continued to have no inhibitions when it came to him. He’d seen them shirtless more times than he cared to admit. He’d seen them milking themselves. And, embarrassingly, he’d even walked in on Indie in the shower! He ran out as soon as he realized (which was more courtesy than they’d ever given him) but he could still hear her amused laughing from down the hall. That morning though, started the beginning of a new depth of humiliation. He’d woke up as horny as ever and had just slipped his hand down into his training pants when the door burst open. With the sleeve stuffed in the mechanism, it didn’t rattle giving him no warning as Gemma barged into his room. Shamefully, he yanked his hand out of his pants, but the damage was already done. Gemma knew what he’d been doing by the look of judgment on her face. Daniel pulled the blankets up over his lap with an expression closely resembling a kicked puppy. “Munchkin,” She spoke quietly, barely above a whisper. It was like she was telling him a secret that she didn’t want anyone else to hear. “There’s no need to be scared…Mommy’s not angry with you.” Daniel flinched as if smacked. It was the first time since she’d destroyed all his underwear that she called him that. He’d hoped that was a vivid hallucination because otherwise, it made his stomach flip with unease. Like he was losing another thread of his autonomy without his control. “I-I wasn’t-” It was instinct to deny what she’d walked in on. He was protecting himself. Refusing to give up more of himself for her control. “You were playing with your little peepee, yeah?” She said rhetorically and Daniel couldn’t help but spit out a defense that it wasn’t little! That only served to make her smile. She walked in and sat down at the end of his bed, her thigh nearly touching his leg that was under the blanket. “It’s alright, Nugget. It’s only natural.” Daniel didn’t know what to say about that, feeling his face heat up. He ducked his head down, letting his long blond hair cover his face, further obscuring his half-vision. “Did it feel good?” Gemma asked, leaning over as if trying to reach him. “Were you about to make stickies?” “Stop!” Daniel jerked up as if shocked. He ripped the blankets off his lap and jumped off the mattress urgently. “That’s none of your business. I’m a grown man and what I do in the privacy of my room is my business!” He glared up at the woman he’d been very kind and submissive to, but this was the last straw. He was an adult. He had a cock not a ‘peepee’! “I’m sick of you two treating me like a baby! I’m not a baby!” Gemma sat up straighter but showed no signs of hurt or anger on her face. The smile stretched across her lips never wavered. “Is that so?” “Yes.” Daniel doubled down. “I don’t need you to feed me, or dress me, or talk to me like I’m dumb.” “I’m not talking to you like you’re dumb, Daniel,” Her tone shifted just slightly. A little more…Daniel didn’t know how to classify it, but it made him feel good. Like, for the first time, they were talking like they were equals. “I think you’re very smart. You’ve taken care of yourself for so long. I’m proud of you.” The words made Daniel pause his tirade. It was…It had been a very long time since he last heard those words. And to hear them so genuinely from someone he cared about made him unsteady in his anger. “You think I’m smart?” Gemma looked offended on his behalf. “Of course I do! You’ve worked so hard and you try your best to help us out on the farm even though you don’t need to.” Her arms reached out and Daniel found himself taken aback by the sudden turn of conversation. As he stepped forward and allowed her to pull him onto her lap for a hug, he’d almost forgotten what he’d been angry about before. “Which is why I don’t want you to be so shy when it comes to your special needs,” She explained gently, rubbing his back and shoulders with a soothing caress. “Indie and I are more than willing to help you out.” She shifted his weight, knocking him off balance, and cradled him in her arm. Daniel had to crane his neck back to avoid having his face pressed against her breast and to look her in the eye. “You don’t have to hide.” Her hand traced down his chest and between his legs. There was a moment where her palm traced from his butt to his ballsack over his training pants and sent a shiver running down his spine. His boner had flagged considerably, but with this new attention, it gave a very interesting twitch. “That’s inappropriate, Aunt Gem, you’re-” He clamped his thighs together as she repeated the movement causing his hips to shake and buck up into the pressure. “Stop!” Squirming once more, Daniel jerked out of her hold. Deep in his mind, he knew he was only able to do so because she allowed it. She’d made it clear on several other occasions that she could restrain him if she wanted to. “I don’t want you to touch me like that,” He said firmly. “Just think about it,” Gemma said casually, going to stand up. “But know that I don’t want sticky stains all over my bedsheets. If I find them then,” She trailed off, reaching into another drawer on the dresser and pulling out what looked like a plastic pad. She stretched it out over the top of the dresser and clipped what looked like black straps to it as well. “You won’t like what happens next.” With that ominous message, she headed for the door. She only paused long enough to look back and say, “Lunch will be ready in twenty minutes,” Before she walked out. Daniel felt dirty as he thought about touching himself again. His dick now seemed determined to stay hard no matter how much he tried to calm his breath. He only had twenty minutes…Something in his mind told him he could cum in half that time if he really wanted to…No. The decision came firmly in his mind. He wasn’t going to give in to these urges. He wasn’t sure where they came from, but it felt like a trap laid by Indie and Gemma. He wouldn’t give in. He could outsmart them. Stepping into the dining room after that, Daniel saw the plates already made and waiting. His plate with the same strawed bottle he drank lemonade out of, was right beside Indie and he expected to be forced into her lap like so many times before. The woman surprised him though as she parted her thighs and tapped the knee closest to Daniel. “Come on, Danny, up you go.” Had to really been so decided that he’d sit in their laps during meal times as well? Spotting what looked like bite-sized pieces of grilled cheese on his plate, he was filled with a little bit of hope that he might be able to feed himself. Not wanting to jeopardize that with misbehaving, Daniel climbed up onto Indie’s lap without complaint. Her arm came around his waist and settled snugly over his crotch like it had so many times before. Daniel bit his lip, already feeling a flush come over his cheeks. He’d denied his orgasm several times that day and such a simple gesture was enough to spark that often quelled fire within him. He only hoped that with his shorts and training pants in the way, Indie wouldn’t be able to tell. “Eat up,” She encouraged, causing Daniel to smile widely. She was going to let him feed himself! The excitement of being able to eat his meal by himself was what caused him to be blind to the obvious teasing being directed at him. Indie and Gemma never had an issue with holding him. They did it as easy as breathing. But suddenly Indie was constantly shifting him, pulling him back up her knee from where he’d slipped down. Bouncing him slightly with care. Each movement caused a stutter in his movements. A bite of grilled cheese was forcefully swallowed in surprise as he felt his cock slip between two of her fingers. Looking up, Indie and Gemma were engaged in conversation about the crop field. Luckily, she didn’t seem to notice his boner growing between her pointer and middle finger. Mouth suddenly dry, Daniel grabbed his cup and took a long sip of cold apple juice. A moan slipped from his lips as, at the exact moment he swallowed, her fingers curled, stroking over his balls. His eyes closed and he reached to grab the table to steady himself. “Is it good, Nugget?” Gemma asked, causing his eyes to fly open. Looking at her, her eyes were filled with adoration and love, making his chest flutter with warmth. She was asking if he enjoyed his food, he was sure. And here he was fighting off an orgasm. “Y-yes, Auntie Gem,” He stuttered. “The grilled cheese is really good.” She let out a chuckled laugh. “Good! I’m glad to hear it.” Daniel swallowed the lump in his throat, sitting as still as a statue until they were engrossed in their agriculture conversation once more. He tried to subtly close his thighs so that Indie would have to move her hand, but that only earned him a bounce of her knee as she pulled him closer to her. Daniel was almost panting now, his feet shook from where they were dangling by her leg. “-And I think we can store a lot of grain in the barn-” Indie broke off her sentence by placing more bite sized pieces of sandwich on his plate. After doing so, she bent down to kiss his temple. “Eat up, Danny. There’s plenty here for you.” She whispered the words in his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. He hadn’t even finished chewing the bite he had in his mouth. It was a soggy mush from sitting in his cheek so long. He swallowed it roughly, taking another sip of his juice while feeling his feet start to tingle from either his constant stimulation or his position on her lap. Daniel didn’t know how it happened, but before he could think about how to excuse himself, Indie twisted her hand between his legs, somehow stroking over his entire hardened cock without knowing. The firm touch was too much for Daniel and he moaned again. Head tossed forward he found himself shaking on Indie’s lap like a bucking bull. His crumby hands reached to try to pull her wrist away from his cock before it was too late, only to press them closer to the arch of his orgasm. “Oh, fuck,” He whimpered. The cresting wave of climax slowly leaches away to be replaced with shame. He just came on his cousin's lap. He just used her hand to jerk him off. He was disgusting! It didn’t matter if Gemma had proposed the idea not even an hour before. He didn’t need to go ahead with it! He was a pervert! “Are you okay, Daniel?” Indie asked, voice heavy with concern. She tried to pull him closer but Daniel bucked forward with the overstimulating aftershock. He could already feel the cum in his training pants cooling. “B-bathroom!” He nearly shouted, not caring as his voice cracked. Thankfully, Indie didn’t argue instead letting him slide off her leg on wobbly legs and rush down the hall for the protection the bathroom would give. He didn’t know how he’d get out of this situation. But he knew he felt a shift in the air. Something had changed just then, and he wasn’t sure he liked it.

Alternative Title: Uprooted: Evicted and Forced to Live on a Farm with my Giantess Cousin and Aunt A/N: This is chapter 5 of a series I'm working on as part of a commission. It's a little different than the stuff I usually write and it's a little on the heavier side. This story will deal with topics such as: Non-Consensual Regression, Incest, Lactation, Giantess Themes, Non-Consensual Drugging and Body Modification, Sissy Themes, Restraints, Gags, Forced Feeding, Futanari, Edging, Sex Toys, Orgasm Delay/Denial, and a bunch of other things that I will try to mention beforehand later down the line. Please heed these tags. The story is much further along than this, but the commissioner (who wishes to remain anonymous) requested to be updated far ahead of what is posted to DD. The alt. title was an idea from the commissioner as well! Uprooted: Chapter 5 (4,042 Words) Indie showed no urgency as she stood in the doorway. “Don’t mind me. I’ll be quick!” She said while walking in casually. Daniel bent at the waist and covered his privates with one hand while the other stretched across his chest. “Get out! Get out! Get out!” He would have stomped his feet in anger but had the sense of mind not to do that when he could potentially slip and fall in the shower. “I’m gonna tell Aunt Gemma!” Indie scoffed at him, not paying him any mind as she walked to the sink and opened the cabinet to grab a package of wipes. “I said I’d be quick. Calm down.” “No!” Daniel huffed. “You need to leave right now. I’m naked!” Indie looked over at him and looked him up and down with a teasing brow raised. “I don’t see anything you need to be worried about. Are you shy?” She asked, wiping the dried sweat from her brow and cheeks. Daniel reached for the washcloth and used that to block his privates as well. His hand fumbled for the faucet while still trying to maintain modesty. “I’m not shy! But you shouldn’t barge in on me. I deserve some freaking privacy,” He growled. “Aww,” Indie showed no signs of listening to him. “Look at your little tushy!” Daniel cried out in annoyance, jerking his hand back to try to cover her view of his butt. There was no respite while he was openly exposed to the girl. He couldn’t even grab his towel without stepping closer to her and allowing her a chance to truly eye him up. He was stuck until she left. “Hurry up and leave,” He ordered with a trembling voice. He’d turned the water off, but with the bathroom door wide open, all the steam was rushing out leaving him slightly shivering. Indie rolled her eyes, throwing the wipe away and grabbing another one. Daniel averted his eyes quickly when Indie pulled her shirt up to allow her breasts to fall slack to her chest. A slight hiss captured his attention and he looked up to see her wiping at the skin under and between her breasts with the wipe. It must have been cold, he thought with a large dose of satisfaction. But that rapidly shifted as he realized it was making her nipples perk up in interest. It didn’t help as Indie draped the wipe across her entire areola and rolled the nub between her fingers as if trying to get off stubborn dirt. It was too late to pretend he wasn’t watching when he realized Indie had already caught him. Her smug expression didn’t change. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” She laughed. Daniel watched with dread as she closed the toilet lid and sat down on top of it. She had yet to pull her shirt back down to cover her breasts and they were hanging down heavily. Milk bubbled at the tips of her nipples in warning and Daniel wondered if she was going to force him to watch her pump. Instead, she grabbed the towel he’d hung up on the hook by the tub and held it open wide. “Come on, little guy, let’s get you dried off before you get sick.” Daniel shook his head. “I don’t want to, th-that-” He found himself stuttering, unable to stay as firm as he wanted to as he scolded Indie. “That’s too inappropriate, Indie. I’m sure Gemma will be upset when she hears about how you’ve been acting. G-GEMMA!” He shouted, immediately hearing footsteps approach the bathroom. Gemma’s head poked in from the doorway and Daniel looked at her imploringly. “Indie won’t leave me alone!” Gemma’s eyes grew soft and she stepped fully in the doorway. Daniel’s jaw dropped as he saw that Gemma had the milking apparatus attached to an exposed breast. He dropped his eyes down to the ground and tried to step impossibly further back into the shower stall. “Nugget, she’s just trying to help you out. Do you need help stepping out of the tub?” She asked softly. “I’m sure Indie would love to give you a hand. I’m a bit busy right now…” Her voice held regret. “He’s shaking already,” Indie shoe-horned in. “He’s going to make himself sick.” “Daniel, step out of the tub and let Indie help you dry off,” Gemma said a little more firmly. The man’s lip quivered sadly as he complied, feeling humiliation burn hot in his face. Indie hummed encouragingly before wrapping the towel around him. He had to admit, it was much warmer than the cold open air. He was pulled between Indie’s thighs so that she could dab at his skin with the free end of the towel. He could feel her warmth leech through the fabric as if it weren’t even there. In fact, he could see spots on the towel where the milk beading up from Indie’s nipples was soaking in! “I’m almost finished, Indie,” Gemma said reassuringly and stepped back toward the kitchen. Thankfully, Daniel was allowed to run off back to his bedroom without Indie following him. He would certainly scream if she tried to help him get dressed. Throwing clothes on, Daniel had sudden confusion as he saw the slight bit of peach fuzz he had on his arms and legs was gone. Peaking into his boxers, Daniel saw he was hairless there too! The tingly body wash had taken all his hair off! Most of him didn’t even want to emerge from his room after such a humiliating epiphany, but the delicious scents of breakfast had started to waft into his cracked door (he’d left it open with a bundle of socks from his dresser). And maybe they could pretend he’d just woken up and that he hadn’t already seen both their breasts before. His hopes were dashed when he stepped into the dining area to see Gemma still pumping. Unable to make his retreat as Gemma locked eyes with him, Daniel tried his best to stay looking at the floor before he took a seat on the farthest end of the table. Even with the distance he could still hear the “shk, shk, shk” sucking sounds of the apparatus, only changing into a lower pitch as the bottles grew more and more full. There were multiple bottles of green-capped baby bottles already on the table. Daniel cleared his throat. “I didn’t know…You did that too.” He swallowed thickly, his mouth dry. “All women make milk, baby,” Gemma informed softly. “It’s just part of being a woman.” “I didn’t know,” He repeated, head still looking down at the table. “It just seems…gross.” “It’s not gross,” Gemma stressed with a humorless chuckle. “It’s just like milk you buy from the store, except better for you.” “I don’t think that’s true,” Daniel spoke a little more confidently. “It is!” Gemma doubled-down. It was with a psst sound that the suction disengaged and Gemma freed her nipple from the cup of the machine. Just in time for Indie to walk in, an apron tied around her waist, and take the half-filled milk bottle to the kitchen. “It could help you grow big and strong. Lord knows Indie and I make enough to feed an army.” “No!” Daniel denied a bit hastily. “N-No…” His voice was a little quieter as Gemma rebuttoned her bra and pulled her shirt down. “I don’t want to try any. Indie’s already offered.” Gemma shrugged, “Suit yourself.” It was as she was getting up to put the remaining bottles in the fridge that Daniel realized he was hard in his shorts. The realization came with a stinging cold in his stomach even as his dick throbbed with interest as he covered it with his hand. What the hell had him so turned on? He’d never been so quick to pop a boner before. This much arousal recently was completely out of character for him. Usually, he’d be too busy working to entertain jerking off so much. But here he was, already twitching as if a stray breeze could push him over the edge. For crying out loud, he’d already cum that morning! Breakfast was brought out with platters the same as the previous meals. Daniel was not looking at Indie while she was attaching the machines to her nipples while she ate her plate. And Gemma, yet again, tried to forcefully feed him. Despite his blushing cheeks, Daniel allowed the doting. He told himself this was a one-time thing as he was starving and had already rocked the boat enough that morning. Each bite of breakfast (gravy-covered biscuits with sausage and scrambled eggs) was delivered into his mouth with praise flowing freely from Gemma’s mouth. If Daniel complied, it meant his face was freed from the mess that the soup had caused the previous night. That is until Gemma presented him with another bite of gravy-coated biscuit. He was full. “No, thank you,” He tried to refuse respectfully. But Gemma acted as though she hadn’t heard. The fork was directed to his lips, only a split second before he found his nose pinched shut. It was surprise rather than oxygen deprivation that caused his jaw to drop and the bite of biscuit to be dropped onto his tongue. “Don’t be fussy,” Gema warned in a voice so sweet it was unsettling, her smile was soft and doting. “Aunty Gem doesn’t want to have to hold you down again, but she will make sure her little nugget gets all the food he needs!” “I don’t like it,” he says quickly before another bite can be forced into his mouth. Gemma’s face falls into one of genuine sorrow. “You don’t like my food?” She says, sadness clear in her voice. It was the first time he’d seen her so upset. She was so optimistic and Indie’s dirty look from across the table only furthered his guilt. “I didn’t say that,” Daniel rushed to recover. “I don’t like it when you feed me. I’m a grown adult!” He pleased. “Don’t be sad, Aunt Gemma.” “But I worked so hard in the kitchen,” Gemma’s face melts into a pout. “I just don’t want you to go hungry. It’s been so hard for my little guy lately and I thought-” Her voice breaks off as if she was about to cry. “Mom,” Indie goes to stand, acting as if she were going to round the table to comfort her mother with her concerned face. Feeling backed into a corner, Daniel rushed to take the fork into his mouth despite his protesting stomach. “‘S good,” He slurred, chewing quickly and swallowing. “It’s so good, Auntie Gem,” He forced a smile on his lips. Gemma’s face perked up instantly as if she’d never been upset. Daniel couldn’t help but feel duped. The only mercy afforded to him was that Gemma didn’t refill his plate. When it was empty and the last of the gravy scraped up, Gemma bent down to press a kiss to Daniel’s forehead. “Such a sweet boy,” She cooed. “That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” Indie joined in on the praise having finished pumping out her milk. “What do you even do with all of that?” Daniel couldn’t help but ask, nodding to the handful of large bottles. Gemma had said that they produce enough to feed an army. Surely that was an exaggeration, but the stock in the fridge told a different tale. And the pair didn’t seem the type to waste it all. “Sometimes we sell it to Mommies in need,” Gemma spoke first. “We make soaps and lotion out of it too,” Indie piped up. Gemma nodded excitedly. “It’s great for your skin! Makes it nice and smooth.” “It’s like a side business,” Indie finished. “That’s…neat,” Daniel was at a loss for words and instead stood from the table. He finished off his orange juice which was the only thing he could do alone. “You can help us next time,” Gemma assured. Daniel was sure he didn’t want to do that but headed to his room instead of telling her. His only issue was, his erection didn’t diminish once he escaped to his room. Not for lack of trying, of course. He sat down on his bed and tried to clear all thoughts of his aunt and cousin’s breasts from his mind, but he couldn’t manage it. The arousal was thick and warm under his skin. It sent prickles of sensation all over his body and only seemed to get worse the longer he lay there. His hand was dipping below his waistband before he could register it. A shuddered gasp shot from his lips when his fingers wrapped around his already throbbing dick in a loose grip. Pre-cum welled up at the tip and he wiped it away with his thumb. His free hand reached down to move his shorts and boxers aside to avoid a mess. It was clear the only way to get this spreading heat to stop was to cum. Privates exposed, Daniel was free to use both his hands. One reached down to caress his balls in a way that had his head tossing back onto his pillow. His balls were, in comparison to others, above average in size. It wasn’t so much to be odd or stand out through his clothes, but they were large enough to make his also average-sized penis look smaller. Touching himself there was something he never considered until he heard it in the breakroom from his coworkers. They didn’t include him in that conversation, but they didn’t try to be quiet. And he was grateful as he learned playing with himself that way was a quick way to ensure orgasm. And he needed an orgasm right now just as desperately as he needed to breathe. His heels dug into the mattress while his hips bucked up into his busy hands. His orgasm was close enough that his toes were curling in the sheets. It wouldn’t be long now. And because life hated him, quick footsteps made their way down the hall along with Indie’s calming voice. “Dannyyy!” She sang loudly. “Time to start on your chores! It’s not naptime yet!” Daniel’s eyes snapped open and what followed was a flurry of movements. He was so desperate to pull his shorts up over his twitching cock that he found himself falling to the floor in his haste. It was only when the door burst open that he was pushing himself back up, thankfully with his dick tucked away. The pain radiating from his shoulder served as a good way to wane his erection. Indie stood in the doorway, but rather than staring smugly at him from the floor, her face held one of confusion. “Why are you on the floor?” Her nostrils flared with exaggerated sniffs as well. “What’s that smell?” “What smell?” Daniel asked, scrambling up and dusting dirt off himself. “It smells like,” She sniffed the air a few more times. “It smells like piss in here?” Daniel’s face grew red as he thought about the wet sheets hidden in his dresser at the moment. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” He lied as smoothly as he could manage. “Did you say chores?” He hoped to steer her away from the topic. Indie looked him over suspiciously but nodded. “Yeah, Mom says it’s your turn to water the flowers outside and help her in the garden.” “I’ll be right there,” Daniel assured, sighing in relief when Indie stepped out of the doorway and disappeared down the hall. His erection had nearly completely gone, leaving an uncomfortable sensitivity to his skin. He tried his best to put it out of his mind. Walking into the living room, he saw Indie finish up whatever conversation she was having with Gemma and head out the door. Gemma smiled at him happily and held her arms out for him in a hug gesture. Daniel didn’t have an excuse not to hug her but found it awkward as he had to practically climb in her lap to reach her. “There’s my special boy,” Gemma cooed, rocking him side to side in the hug. His head rested right on her cleavage as that was where she pulled him down. “Are you excited to help Aunty Gemma with the flowers?” She asked. “Uh, yeah, sure,” He nodded, looking up at her with confusion. His legs were spread out on her thighs, making it difficult to move and slightly uncomfortable. “What all are we doing?” Gemma wrapped an arm under his butt and went to stand. Daniel’s eyes squeezed shut and he bit his lip hard to keep from making noise as his sensitive privates rubbed against her stomach. The large woman took him outside and sat him down on the porch swing. “Now, you’re going to get the hose over there,” She pointed to the side of the porch where a hose was wrapped up in a coil. “And water all the flowers on either side of the porch and then I’ll help you water the others, okay?” There were two flower beds on either side of the stairs leading up to the porch, but there were also several hanging plants that he could not reach without a ladder. But Daniel nodded and went to get the hose while Gemma disappeared back inside. The hose was easy to uncoil and with a little trial and error that left his shirt wetter than he would have liked, he was able to start watering the plants effectively. They were very pretty and he could see where they had grown out from small plants. He was almost finished when a spray of water seemed to disturb what was probably a wasp nest under one of the bushes. He heard the loud buzzing as several wasps started to swarm out and dropped the hose in fright. He wasn’t sure if he screamed or not as he ran backward to avoid their ire. His retreat was halted however as he ran into a solid mass. Turning around, he saw Indie looking down at him. “What’s got you all worked up?” Her amusement couldn’t be hidden when she spotted the wet patch all over the front of his shirt. “Did you decide to enter a wet t-shirt contest, Danny?” “There’s wasps!” Daniel explained, pointing toward the bush where they’d come from. Indie sighed, walking over to the bush and, without fear, spraying the base of the bush down with the hose. When she was finished, she walked back over to Daniel. “There. I knocked down the nest. The wasps are gone.” “...what if there are more?” Indie, rather than look annoyed like Daniel thought she would, looked down at him softly. “I promise they won’t attack you. Would it help you feel better if I carried you inside?” Daniel looked at the dripping bush and bit his lip. He hesitated to walk back up the stairs even if he knew all the wasps were gone. But at the same time, he needed to get back inside. Gemma was waiting for him…Looking up at Indie, he nodded. Indie didn’t tease him at all, instead just stooping down to scoop him up. His arms reached around her neck and he felt his heart kick up a beat while she carried him up the stairs and into the house. He didn’t even think about how he had such trouble doing a simple chore. He could do it just fine. But the wasps were a scary thing he didn’t want to test. He’d only been stung a handful of times but each time was painful and not something he wanted to repeat. Indie bounced him slightly when the door shut behind the pair. “Are you alright?” Daniel nodded and shivered as his wet shirt started to cool. “I need to go change clothes.” Indie didn’t put him down like he expected, instead, she carried him to his room. Daniel was readying himself to tell her to leave him be to change when he saw Gemma standing in the middle of his room with the wet sheets from his dresser in her hand. Daniel’s heart dropped and he felt a stab of betrayal when Indie said, “Oh, you found them. I knew I smelled piss.” Gemma turned to the pair and looked concerned at Daniel. “Daniel, sweetie,” She said softly, as if talking to a frightened animal. “Why didn’t you tell me you had an accident?” “I-I, I didn’t-” He tried to lie, but there really was no option for that. His wet clothes were spread out on the dresser. “The door was stuck. I couldn’t go to the bathroom.” Indie sighed. “Again about the door,” She grumbled and went to the bedroom door. She closed it and opened it several times with no issue. “The door isn’t stuck, Daniel. That’s the second time you’ve tried to lie about your potty accident.” “It’s okay if you had an accident,” Gemma assured. “You aren’t in trouble.” Daniel knew he wasn’t. After all, he was an adult. One accident wasn’t worth whatever punishment they would make up for him. And he damn sure wasn’t going to let them punish him like a toddler. “It was just an accident.” He huffed. “It won’t happen again.” “I’m sure you’re embarrassed,” Gemma cooed. “But we can’t take your word for it on this one. I don’t want to keep doing laundry every day…” Daniel’s jaw dropped. “I’m not going to piss the bed!” “And just in case you do,” Indie said sternly, squeezing him tighter to her body as if he were going to run away. “We have something to help that.” It was then that Daniel’s attention was drawn to a package of looked like underwear on the dresser. He didn’t need new underwear. But when Gemma grabbed them and held them up to him, he felt anger inside him rage. Dr. D’s Training Pants! Guaranteed to keep any dribbling toddler dry while potty training! And on the front was a woman in a lab coat with a toddler in her arms, holding him much like Indie was holding Daniel. “NO!” He shouted, squirming in Indie’s suddenly iron grip. “I’m not wearing those! I’m not fucking wearing those!” It seemed like they weren’t going to give him that option. The dirty clothes were swept off the dresser and Indie pressed him down to its surface. She shifted to hold his arms down above his head. Her chest was dangling in his face, nearly suffocating him while he thrashed on the dresser. Gemma took her time ripping the package open and grabbing one of the training pants out. Daniel opened his mouth to scream but found Indie’s clothed tit pressing against his lips. His brow furrowed in outrage and his lips tried to seal shut to avoid letting her nipple into his mouth. “There’s no need to curse at me, Nugget,” Gemma said without an ounce of anger or annoyance. She spoke with a casual nature as if discussing the weather. “This is going to happen, and you’ll feel so much better knowing that if you have an accident, your training pants will help you get to the potty.” She pulled his wet shorts off his hips despite his kicking legs. And despite his anger, he didn’t want to hurt her. So rather than trying to kick her, he tried using his feet to ward her off. That didn’t help as she simply had to grab his ankles in a tight grip and hold him still while she slipped the training pants onto his feet. Daniel felt tears pouring down his cheeks as he thought about the humiliation he was experiencing. The fight and fury in his body dwindled to a weak, upset, fussing. “There, there, baby,” Indie cooed to him, stroking over his flexing stomach in a fashion that tickled. He flinched hard, trying to twist to keep the hands away, but that only steered his concentration away from his feet. The training pants were up to his knees now and a harsh sob escaped passed Indie’s tit covering his lips. He didn’t want this! He was an adult!

Alternative Title: Uprooted: Evicted and Forced to Live on a Farm with my Giantess Cousin and Aunt A/N: This is chapter 4 of a series I'm working on as part of a commission. It's a little different than the stuff I usually write and it's a little on the heavier side. This story will deal with topics such as: Non-Consensual Regression, Incest, Lactation, Giantess Themes, Non-Consensual Drugging and Body Modification, Sissy Themes, Restraints, Gags, Forced Feeding, Futanari, Edging, Sex Toys, Orgasm Delay/Denial, and a bunch of other things that I will try to mention beforehand later down the line. Please heed these tags. The story is much further along than this, but the commissioner (who wishes to remain anonymous) requested to be updated far ahead of what is posted to DD. The alt. title was an idea from the commissioner as well! Uprooted: Chapter 4 (3,697 Words) Daniel managed to slip into an almost-doze as the movie played. It was something childish and altogether boring for his tastes. But Gemma’s arms stayed secure and sure around him. He barely stirred when the girls started speaking to each other. “Did you milk yet?” Gemma asked calmly. “No, I was going to wait til later,” Indie mumbled. “Don’t wait too long!” Gemma’s giggle jostled Daniel slightly. “You know how much of a mess it makes when it starts leaking.” Since when did Aunt Gem have cows? Daniel thought. He didn’t see any on the property and surely they would have mentioned it by now… “I know, Mom,” Indie sighed in a monotone voice as if it were a reminder she received often. “I’ll do it later.” “I want to use it with dinner.” “I’ll do it right before. Fresh is best, that’s what you always say.” “As long as you don’t make a mess of my kitchen.” They went back and forth with Indie promising to clean up if she made a mess again and Daniel pondered what milk Gemma was talking about. One of the goats maybe? His stomach turned at the idea of goat milk. Surely not one of the horses or pigs! That would be even worse! He made a mental note to ask after the movie. He was planning to sit out of dinner anyway, but this was a good reason to avoid the dinner table. Daniel watched the movie, slowly getting wrapped into the plot (as easy to follow as it was). And found himself almost disappointed when it ended. That is until he remembered he was a grown adult and had no reason to be entertained by such childish things. Gemma perked up with the credits rolling and sat up. Daniel found himself being moved. Instead of using her chest as a pillow, he suddenly found her breasts nearly suffocating his face. Daniel attempted to push away from her, but her arms stayed firm around him. He huffed in annoyance. “I can’t breathe!” “Oops!” Gemma giggled, allowing Daniel to scoot away to free up some air between them. “I can’t help it, I just love cuddling my little nugget.” She reached down to pinch his cheeks. “You’re just so cute! I want to eat you up.” “I’m not little!” Daniel refused. “I’m an adult.” Gemma didn’t seem to care for his input as she stood up from the couch. “Come on, baby,” She urged. “I promised you a pony ride.” Daniel half expected to be swooped up like before, but Gemma started at a quick pace to the door. To the point where Daniel had to scramble up from the couch and chase after her. There was no thought as to if he actually wanted to ride the horse, at least, not until he was out of breath behind Gemma as she saddled up Buttercup. He’d never been on a horse before, and just looking at the tall beast, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to now. “Alrighty, Nugget,” Gemma cooed. She turned around to face him and bent down with her hands on her knees. It took everything in Daniel not to look at her cleavage dangling in front of his face. “Do you want to climb up by yourself? Or do you want Aunty Gemma to help you?” It was the first time he was asked what he wanted rather than it being forced upon him. It was only his first day on the ranch, and he was already desperate for a tiny semblance of independence. “I can do it!” He said quickly, all thoughts about not wanting to ride the horse forgotten. It was only as he approached the horse that he realized he might have bitten off more than he could chew. The horse was large. The stirrups he knew he needed to put his feet into were nearly up to his chin. If he wanted to get up to the saddle, he would have to pull himself solely by his arms. Rather than admit that, Daniel decided to try his hardest. His hand reached up to grab a strap on the saddle, squeezing it as tight as he could he tried jumping up to reach the stirrup. He was lucky enough that his foot slipped right into it. His victory was short-lived, though, as his grip on the strap slid off suddenly. Foot stuck, strap gone from his hand, Daniel was left falling back to meet a harsh fate on the barn floor. He wasn’t sure if a cry of fear left his mouth before warm arms halted his descent with a quickness. “Uh oh!” Gemma’s voice soothed his rattled nerves. “You almost took a bad tumble!” Daniel kicked out, simultaneously trying to get his foot unstuck and squirm out of Gemma’s grip. One of those things was achieved with Gemma gripping his ankle firmly and slipping it out of the stirrup. But the other one wasn’t in his realm of fruition as she held him quite firmly and hopped onto the horse as easily as breathing. She settled Daniel in front of her on the saddle with an arm wrapped around his waist like a seat belt. “There we go. Nice and safe with Aunty, yeah?” “I don’t want to-” Daniel turned as if going to hop off the saddle to the large drop of the floor. “Nope!” Gemma reached to grab his hands before they could brace himself to jump. “Your hands go here,” She led his wrists to the horn of the saddle where it nearly pressed right against his dick. “Hold on tight!” Daniel wanted to protest further, but Gemma nudged the horse forward with her heels and it lurched into a slow trot to the exit of the barn. Gemma’s firm grip on his waist secured him in place, but he found himself grabbing tightly to the horn anyway. “Good boy!” She praised. Buttercup kept a steady pace, only needing a few urging taps to keep going. And once Daniel got past the initial fear of being on top of such a large animal, he could admit it was kind of fun. Of course, that was when Gemma urged him to go faster. “Isn’t this fun, Baby?” Gemma asked sweetly. Daniel found himself bouncing on the saddle even with Gemma’s arms holding him. It didn’t hurt per se. But it was just as uncomfortable as it was before with Indie massaging his testicles through his pants. And the arousal from earlier was sparked into a dull throb. He was not getting hard from riding a horse, he told himself. He refused. Still, what must have been nearly an hour later, he was no longer fighting a boner, but fighting Gemma from noticing his boner. And his thighs were aching from supporting himself on the saddle without being able to reach the stirrups. Thankfully, they were heading back to the barn. Gemma slid off the saddle, taking the time to pull her shorts back down from where they rode up on her thighs. But then she reached up and swooped Daniel down. Only, when she put him on the ground, he found his legs parting as it ached too much to stand normally. He just wasn’t used to the discomfort that was riding a horse for a long time. “Aww,” Gemma cooed with a smothered laugh. “Poor thing! Come here!” She reached down for him but he tried to step away from her reach. A wince contorted his face and his hands dropped down to rub at his thighs. Gemma wasn’t deterred in her movements. Instead, she stepped forward until he was back up into the door of the stall and was forced to allow her to pick him up. He couldn’t help the whimper stolen from his lips when he was placed on her hip. His thighs tried to close to defend his already sensitive privates, but her body stopped that from happening. Daniel was forced to endure the entire walk back to the house with his dick grinding on Gemma’s hip. The smallest amount of mercy he was allowed was that Gemma didn’t seem to notice his predicament. Then again, all that was thrown out of the window when they stepped into the kitchen and Daniel saw Indie at the table shirtless. Her breasts were out and on display. Not hidden in the slightest by the pump machine that powered away on her nipples. Because there was no mistaking what was going on. The bottles attached to the end of the cups on her nipples were most of the way filled with a creamy white liquid. On the table were four other bottles with big rubber nipples attached to the tops. They were so full that some of the white liquid - milk - was beading out from the tip. “Oh my god!” Daniel gasped out, hands reaching up to cover his eyes. “What the hell?!” “Language!” Gemma scolded with disbelief while Indie laughed loudly in the background. “Put a shirt on!” Daniel could feel how hot his face was getting behind his hands. “That’s disgusting!” He didn’t expect his wrists to be grabbed easily in a single one of Gemma’s hands. Nor did he expect her to pull his hands from his face, leaving him only his closed eyes between himself and Indie’s breasts. “Baby,” Her voice was honey-sweet. “It’s okay. There’s no need to be so bashful.” “Yeah,” Indie agreed. “You can look if you want.” There was something sneaky in her tone and Daniel suspected she was alluding to earlier when she’d teased him about never seeing a pair of tits before. “It’s only natural.” “Open your eyes, Daniel,” Gemma purred, cooing when Daniel’s eyes cracked open. “It’s just milk.” Daniel heard the pop of pressure being released, a slight moan stealing his attention. Indie had detached the apparatus from her breast and was screwing another rubber nipple onto the top of the bottle. It was just as filled as the other ones. She rubbed her hand over her breast as if soothing the skin. Indie’s lip was sandwiched between her teeth as if smothering another moan. Daniel watched her reattach the machine to her nipple, taking a few seconds to pinch the swollen, leaking nub between her fingers beforehand. Her eyes darted up to lock with Daniel’s. Daniel’s erection was only encouraged as Indie tilted her head back, lips parting in (what he could only assume was) pleasure. Gemma’s voice shook him from whatever staring contest they were in. “I told you not to wait so long, Indie,” She laughed and sat Daniel on a chair beside her. Gemma grabbed two of the large bottles and carried them to the kitchen. Daniel watched after her to see her put them in the fridge, but his eyes widened when he saw the entire top shelf of the fridge was full of the same bottles. Some had green caps and some had pink. Both of the ones from Indie were pink as were all the ones on the table. “You want to try some?” Indie asked, tilting another fresh bottle toward him. Daniel leaned back, wincing as a drop of milk fell from the nipple and created a dark spot on his pants. “You look like you really want to.” Daniel felt a chill go down his spine when he realized she was talking about his boner. “No! That’s gross!” He refused. “It’s not gross!” Indie defended. “All women do it. Is it that you want it right from the source?” She used both her hands to hold up her breasts to him. Milk beaded up on her nipples, but they didn’t drip. They must have been emptied. He couldn’t help but notice how large her nipples were. They were as long as his thumb; longer now that they were engorged by the milking machine. If he ever- No. He shook the thought from his brain. Not if- Not when either! She was just trying to tease him some more. Egging him on like she did before when she touched her breast with him in her lap. Daniel covered his face once more. “Stop!” He pulled his knees up to his chest and hid his face in his knees. Gemma came in to clear the remaining bottles off the table and the next time Daniel dared to peek, Indie had covered herself up with a flannel shirt. But her nipples were still poking through the fabric as if she were chilled. He was caught staring and before he hid his face once more, he caught a wink from her. Dinner was ready far quicker than Daniel thought it would be. Indie must have started it before…pumping. And Daniel had his mouth open to announce that he didn’t feel hungry when Gemma spooned up a large bowl of stew in front of him. It smelled divine. Looking in he saw a dark broth with a few cubes of various vegetables. But his stomach was heavy with lunch already. And he hadn’t been to the bathroom since he’d arrived. That was also nagging him. “May I be excused?” He asked as politely as possible. “I’m still full from lunch.” “Oh, Nugget,” Gemma smiled as she served Indie a bowl as well. “Lunch was hours ago!” “It wasn’t that long ago,” He groaned. “And I need to go to the bath-” “You’re too small to be skipping meals,” Gemma sat down with her bowl in front of her. Daniel barely had time to brace before his cahir was being pulled over to hers until his knee touched hers. Gemma took his spoon and scooped up a generous portion. “Open up.” Daniel shook his head, reaching up to fend the spoon away. “I’m not hungry!” He huffed. He pushed himself off the chair, expecting to feel the floor beneath him. Only Gemma had other plans. It was annoying how quickly he’d come to recognize sitting in their laps. Kicking his feet only served to get them pinned down by Gemma’s strong thigh. His pushing hands were gripped firmly in a single one of hers. “Let! Me! Go!” “Easy, baby,” Gemma cooed. “No reason to be so upset. It’s good. Try it.” The spoon approached his mouth once more and Daniel kept his mouth sealed tightly. He sat on one of Gemma’s thighs with his legs stuck between her closed thighs. She gripped his wrists with her left hand and tried to feed him with her right, but at his refusal, she stuck his hands between her thighs as well. He could feel the heat of her skin as her shorts had ridden back up her thighs in the commotion. With her hand freed once more, she used it to grab his chin. Her thumb and pointer pushed at his cheeks, forcing his mouth to part open. Now exposed, he was unable to stop the spoon of warm broth that tipped into his mouth. That didn’t mean he had to swallow it. Angrily, He used his tongue to push the broth back out of his mouth. He felt it bubble over his lip and down his chin. Even touching Gemma’s hand where it gripped his chin. But Gemma only cooed at him. Her smile was permanent as she spooned up another bite and tried again. “Such a messy baby,” She chuckled. Daniel fought against his bonds until the front of his shirt was cold with stew. Tears welled up in his eyes and he found himself tearfully swallowing the next bite of food. Gemma’s eyes lit up at the sight. “There we go! That’s a good boy!” His lip quivered as another bite passed from his lips. Gemma removed her grip on his chin, but he was too upset to fight her off anymore. His stomach filled quickly with the stew even more than what was painted on his shirt. “Is it good?” Gemma prodded and Daniel forced a nod. It was good, but he didn’t want to eat it. That was the problem. When he was finally freed, Daniel didn’t even consider going to the bathroom. Instead, he ran off toward his room, slamming the door behind him. The clothes were stripped off his body and he barely threw on some new ones before crawling into bed and burying himself under the blankets. The day was just too much. He didn’t care that he looked like a child hiding out in his room. He didn’t want to be seen by them. He didn’t want them to look at him like that. Like he was a baby. Just because he was small. He was a grown man! An adult! He didn’t deserve that. Daniel clutched at his full belly, fitfully tossing and turning before mercifully falling asleep. The mysterious woman was back. She rocked on his privates, creating arcs of pleasure shooting through his body. Only this time, she reached down and grabbed his hands and pressed them to the warm flesh of her breasts. They were soft in his grip, like pillows. They smelled sweet. It was as if they were real with how well he could feel them. It was with a shock that he felt his hips buck upwards and realized the sweet smell was exactly as it smelled from Indie. Eyes bolting open, Daniel found himself face down on his bed. The blankets had been bunched up underneath his hips and he was thrusting into them. The inside of his underwear spoke of a wet warmth and Daniel cursed. He hadn’t had a wet dream since he was a teenager. Sitting up, the diminishing pleasure fled in a wash of horror. The blankets were soaking wet. He’d thought it was from his orgasm, but the sheer puddle was too large. And taking a breath in, there was no mistaking the scent of piss. Daniel hadn’t been able to go to the bathroom before he scampered off to bed. And now he was lying in a puddle of his own waste. He didn’t think as he jumped off the bed to strip out of his clothes once more. The sheets came next and were balled up tightly into an empty drawer of the dresser. He had yet to find out where the washing machine was, so laundry would have to wait. Thankfully, he found a package of wipes most likely left behind when Indie babysat in one of the other drawers. He used a lot of them to bathe himself and wipe the residual droplets from the mattress cover. Another set of linens was found as well and he made the bed as best as he could with its height. But he needed a shower now. The baby wipe smell was strong on him and surely one of the others would know if he ran into them. He didn’t know how early it was either. Or if it was the next day or not. Gathering clothes, Daniel tried the door, only to realize with dread that it was sealed shut. He hadn’t thought about the stuck door when he ran away. But now it was… In a moment of brilliance, Daniel pushed his chest toward the door and climbed on top of it. It took his foot braced on the door frame and a very hard yank before it finally opened with a loud crack. He didn’t care though. Listening out, he didn’t hear a single sound throughout the house. Either everyone was asleep, or they’d left to start on chores. It was the next day, he learned after finding a clock. Just barely after sunrise. Darting back down the hall, he saw the doors to Gemma and Indie’s rooms were open. Peeking in, they were both empty. Started chores, then. Daniel went to the bathroom and took his time using the toilet. It was a huge relief on his stomach and he turned the knobs of the shower to get it heated. There were towels on a shelf and a small basket of soaps with his name sitting on the shelf below it. It had everything he needed, shampoo, conditioner, body wash, a hairbrush, and even things to clean his teeth. He smiled genuinely for the first time since his arrival. The shower was spacious enough for him to stretch out and the water was hotter than it’d ever been than when he was in his apartment. The soap smelled nice on his skin. Sweat, tears, and piss washed away without a trace. He washed his long hair thoroughly, letting his eyes close in pleasure. He wasn’t sure, but either the water or the soap made his skin tingle warmly. Most likely the water, he pondered. It was turning his skin a light pink color with its heat. But turning around, it felt heavenly on his back as he soaped up his privates. Had he not already blown his load in his sleep, he probably would have taken the time to jerk off. Distantly, he heard the sound of footsteps. Gemma and Indie had returned from their chores. They giggled back and forth, and he distantly heard Gemma mentioning starting breakfast. Daniel found his stomach growling for it. Perhaps things would be better now. Surely, he’d made his stance known to Gemma and she’d no longer treat him like a baby. And Indie, all he needed to do was take a moment and tell her that her advances were inappropriate. She’d stop and they could live happier then. The sounds of footsteps grew louder and Daniel assumed it was one of them going to their room. He’d need to finish up quickly. After all, he didn’t want to use all the hot water while they were coming back from chores. With that in mind, he put his soaped-up cloth down and started to rinse his privates under the warm spray. Two taps on the door were all the warnings he got before Indie opened it. It slung open wide and Daniel’s jaw parted in mortification. “HEY!” Daniel cried out, hands going to cover his privates. “Get out! I’m in here!” Just what the hell was going on in this house?! I'm unsure as of right now. I've currently written 7 chapters (working on chapter 8 right now). Bu my estimates the story could possibly reach 20 chapters.

Alternative Title: Uprooted: Evicted and Forced to Live on a Farm with my Giantess Cousin and Aunt A/N: This is chapter 3 of a series I'm working on as part of a commission. It's a little different than the stuff I usually write and it's a little on the heavier side. This story will deal with topics such as: Non-Consensual Regression, Incest, Lactation, Giantess Themes, Non-Consensual Drugging and Body Modification, Sissy Themes, Restraints, Gags, Forced Feeding, Futanari, Edging, Sex Toys, Orgasm Delay/Denial, and a bunch of other things that I will try to mention beforehand later down the line. Please heed these tags. The story is much further along than this, but the commissioner (who wishes to remain anonymous) requested to be updated far ahead of what is posted to DD. The alt. title was an idea from the commissioner as well! Uprooted: Chapter 3 (4.219 Words) Indie grew tired of teasing him for the moment as the barn doors swung open. The entire interior smelled exactly as he expected it would. Although, he was surprised that it wasn’t exactly disgusting. He supposed that it meant they kept it clean enough not to render a gross smell. The barn looked larger on the inside, to Daniel’s interest. There were a few stalls on one end with horses chewing at hay racks, An opening near the front that led to the pig troughs outside, and a large coral in the bag with a handful of excited, bleating goats. “They’re all here because it’s feeding time,” Indie explained, walking over to a small alcove that housed large barrels of (what Daniel assumed was) food for the animals. He expected to be put down, but Indie balanced him easily on her hip and started to fill several buckets with pellets and started to lug them to the various stalls. “I can do it!” Daniel squirmed to be put down, wanting to contribute to something that was supposed to be his job. Indie must have decided to entertain him as she set him down and put the bucket down in front of him. “Then grab it, little guy,” Her teasing tone was back as she crossed her arms and looked at him expectantly. “Carry it to the goats.” The goats were on the completely other side of the barn. Daniel sighed, reaching down and grabbing the handle on the bucket. It was only half full, but as he went to lift it he realized the pellets must have been pretty dense. It was too heavy for him to lift with one hand. And even two hands had him nearly bending in half to lift it from the ground. But he was determined. Taking a swinging step forward, Daniel felt the bucket swing as well. It grew heavier for a second or so before smacking harshly against his leg. He hissed at the dull ache that bloomed there but was quickly distracted as the bucket was yanked from his hand by Indie. He couldn’t utter a single word of complaint before Gemma had him in her arms and cradled like an infant. A look of worry etched on her face. “Oh, sweet boy! Are you alright?” She asked, petting down his chest to his leg as if expecting to find a broken bone. Daniel heard the pinging sounds of pellets hitting the metal trough that fed the goats. Indie had decided to carry on without him. “I can carry it!” He complained. Gemma wouldn’t allow him to squirm out of her arms, though. Instead securing him to her chest like an infant, holding his head to her collarbone. Daniel’s face turned bright red. His knees were positioned on either side of Gemma’s breasts. His penis, perking up at the close proximity, was nearly sandwiched between the two breasts. Or at least, it would have been had he not been wearing pants. “It’s too big of a job for you,” She decided with iron conviction. “We’ll find something else.” “But…I can do it,” He pouted. “I can help, Auntie Gemma.” It was the first time she’d put her foot down on something he wanted. Her tight hold only loosened slightly as they walked to each stall to introduce each animal to him. She spoke as if she hadn’t even heard his protests. “This is Buttercup!” She announced, pointing to a large brown horse with white spots on its rump. The horse tossed its head back in acknowledgment before diving back into the bucket of pellets Indie had placed on the rack. “She’s my special girl. I might take you out riding with me if you’re a good boy,” Gemma smiled and carried Daniel down the line despite his squirming. He met Dart who was Indie’s horse and he was even bigger than Buttercup! The third horse was a miniature pony that Daniel had to crane his neck to see behind the gate. “This is Squirt! You can see why,” Gemma giggled in his year. “We weren’t planning on getting another horse, but he was just so cute!” To prove her point she lifted Daniel above her head as if it were nothing. “Just so fun-sized and adorable.” Daniel had a suspicion they were no longer talking about the pony. “Gemma! I’m not a little kid, you can put me down!” “Okay,” Gemma said and Daniel gasped as her hands suddenly disappeared from under his arms. He flailed, feeling a weightlessness in his stomach as he fell from the air. Only to let out a squeak as her hands came back to hold him firmly under the armpits. He reached for her shirt, finding his arms too short, and grabbed her forearm instead. “Just kidding!” “Don’t do that!” Daniel cried. “Do what?” Gemma asked ignorantly. “This?” Daniel gritted his teeth as she feined dropping him once more. “Stop!” “Stop what? I’m not doing anything, Nugget.” She dropped him once more, sparking frustrated tears in Daniel’s eyes. He didn’t like feeling so helpless. It was almost like he was back in school, being picked on for his size. And the squirming feeling in his stomach was unpleasant and scary. He knew she’d never drop him on purpose, but there were always accidents. Gemma must have noticed as, instead of dropping him again, she pulled him close to nuzzle up on her neck once more. “Oh my goodness, did I scare you?” Her voice was sugary sweet and warm. One arm reached under to support his butt and the other pressed against his back to hold him close to her. “Auntie’s sorry, baby! I didn’t mean to scare my sweet nugget.” “Didn’t scare me,” Daniel denied, taking the opportunity to grip tightly to her shirt. “Don’t do that though.” “Maybe he’s scared of heights,” Indie’s voice suggested from depositing the last bucket. “That’d make riding horses with us hard.” “Well, he’s too little to ride horses alone, anyway,” Gemma mused, bouncing him in her arms as if to soothe him to sleep. “He can sit in my lap and cuddle if he’s too scared.” “Not scared of heights,” Daniel mumbled. But this too was ignored. The next few minutes passed in a blur of names of each animal (most of which he wouldn’t remember again) and Gemma finally decided it was time for lunch. Daniel wasn’t hungry at all, still full from the protein shake from breakfast. But Gemma didn’t ask because as soon as they got into the house, she carried him into the dining room and sat him down in Indie’s lap before disappearing into the kitchen. Daniel went to slide off her lap but found his legs being swept up from under him until he was cradled in Indie’s arms like an infant. “Where are you going? Hm?” “To sit down,” He huffed, swinging his legs in an attempt to be put down. Indie hummed as if she were considering the idea, and shook her head. “Nope, I like you right here.” She rolled her shoulders back and reclined in the dining chair leaving Daniel sandwiched between her arms and her breasts. They rested firmly on his chest and stomach, not so much to restrict his breathing, but enough so that he felt their warmth leaching through his clothes. He could even feel the hard peeks of her nipples pressing into him. They were always on display in her shirts. Daniel wasn’t sure why nobody else seemed to notice. Surely it was distracting… “You’re squishing me,” He whined but tried to be careful not to push, lest he touch her breast accidentally. “How?” Indie scoffed, and Daniel felt her cradle shift until she was supporting him with a single arm. “You know!” He felt his face light up for the millionth time that day. “What, these?” Indie reached below one of her breasts and lifted it. As it inched closer to his face, Daniel felt the heat from it spread across his chest. He could even smell something sweet coming from her like perfume or something. He bent his head back, fearing the flesh brushing against his cheek. “They’re just tits, Danny. Although, I guess you’ve never seen any before.” Feeling the dig at his masculinity, Daniel found himself rushing to defend himself. “I have seen tits! I’m not some stupid virgin.” But he was though. After all, what girl wanted to sleep with a guy that was the same size as their little brother? Indie smirked, obviously not believing him. “Oh yeah? Who’s boobies have you seen? Were you peeping into the girl’s locker room or something?” “I wasn’t!” He spat. “I’m not a perv.” “Could have fooled me,” Indie teased. “You look at my boobs so much, you’d think you’d wanna see them.” Daniel shook his head, a denial in place and he brought his gaze up from where they’d been unknowingly staring at her cleavage. “Uh, uh, uh,” Indie interrupted. “Don’t stop looking now.” Daniel felt his heart pick up and sweat start to bead up on his brow as Indie dropped the breast once more to press against Daniel’s chest. Instead, her hand slipped into her cleavage and lifted her breast from inside her shirt. The fabric pulled, going taut over her hand and just barely avoiding exposing her entire breast to him. “How many tiddies have you seen in your life?” She asked and Daniel was caught so off-guard, that he accidentally answered truthfully. “None.” “Do you want me to change that?” She asked and before Daniel could answer, Gemma was entering the room with several platters to put on the table. Daniel jerked as if shocked, watching Indie remove her hand from her shirt. “Have you two been getting along?” Gemma asked, not even looking over at them as she positioned the platters (various sandwich parts) in the center of the table. Indie laughed goodnaturedly and used the hand that had been in her shirt to pull Daniel’s face to hers. She nuzzled his brow, pressing a kiss to the warm skin, and moved said hand to press a finger to Daniel’s nose in a boop gesture. Daniel shivered as he could smell the sweet perfume smell even stronger and also mixed with the unmistakable musk of sweat from when she was feeding animals in the barn. Parts of him were waking up that he so desperately wanted to keep down. He would not pop a boner in his cousin's lap smelling the raw scent of her boob against his lips. “We’ve gotten along just fine,” Her voice shocked him from his thoughts and he rushed to agree before he looked suspicious. He could only imagine what Gemma would have said had he hesitated. “Great! Let me go get the drinks,” Gemma disappeared once more into the kitchen. “Why so nervous, baby?” Indie whispered conspiratorily. The finger against his lip trailed down, pulling his bottom lip down until it was released. “You look like you got caught with your hand in the cookie jar.” Again, before he could respond, Gemma was reentering the room with a tray of drinks. He cursed vehemently in his brain. What the hell was Indie doing? Was she flirting with him? He was her cousin! What would Gemma think?! He was remarkably silent while Gemma made a couple of sandwiches and put them on the plate. He was surprised as the plate was set in front of him where he sat cradled in Indie’s arms. “Here you go, Indie,” She smiled. “Thanks, Mom!” Indie smiled, shifting Daniel so he was sitting straddled on her knee. An arm wrapped firmly around his waist to keep him from climbing down, but Indie started feeding herself with her other. The sandwiches smelled nice, not just basic bread and bologna, but toasted bread and hand-cut meats spread out on the platters. They were too far away from him to make his plate though and his plight seemed to show on his face. “Don’t worry, Gemma’s got it,” Aunt Gem cooed to him and grabbed the bread for one sandwich. “Here,” Daniel watched as she grabbed a slice of meat from one of the stacks and ripped off a piece to hold up to his face. “Try this.” His mouth started to water at the smell of food in front of him, Daniel took the piece into his mouth finding it to be some kind of turkey. It was good and he hummed in appreciation. Gemma smiled and started to rip up the rest of the slices to feed them one by one. Daniel had tried to reach out to grab it from her instead, but she always moved it out of the way of his grasp. When that slice was done, she grabbed a slice from another stack. She allowed him to try it and fed him the rest of the slice when it was clear he enjoyed it. This continued until he’d tried a slice of all the meats. She asked him which he wanted on his sandwich and he pointed at his favorite slice of the four meats. It was the same process with the cheeses. And the lettuce, tomato, and pickles. Granted, there weren’t that many varieties, but by the time she’d finished assembling a single sandwich on the plate, he felt full to bursting. So much so that he couldn’t even manage to fake being interested in the sandwich. Daniel turned his head away from the plate, leaning back in Indie’s grip to distance himself. “Baby,” Gemma asked softly. “What’s wrong?” “Not hungry anymore,” Daniel explained nervously. “You can have it if you want it.” “But I made this sandwich for you!” Gemma’s mouth parted in slight bewilderment. “You watched me make it just for you and now you suddenly don’t want it?” Daniel shrugged. He, once more, tried to slide off of Indie’s knee, but that only led to her reaching down and cupping him under his balls so that he couldn’t shift at all. His arousal had faded while he snacked on the sandwich stuff, but was slowly being rekindled in the back of his mind. “I’m not hungry. I want to be let down now.” He craned his neck back to look at Indie. “Put me down.” “Nope,” She said smartly, licking a smear of mayo off her lip. “You’re staying right here until you finish your food.” “But I don’t want it anymore!” Daniel sighed harshly. “I’m full!” Gemma giggled before dragging her dining chair closer to the pair. “If you don’t want to eat by yourself, then I guess I have no choice but to feed you!” She wasn’t kidding. The sandwich was dissected on the plate until it was in bite-sized pieces of its separate parts. To prove her point, she took a small scrap of mayo-spread bread and brought it up to Daniel’s mouth. He’d originally tried to resist, but a gasp forced its way from his mouth as Indie clutched his vulnerable privates. The gasp was the perfect opportunity for Gemma to slip the bread into his mouth leaving him with no choice but to eat it or else spit it out. He reluctantly swallowed it and opened his mouth to protest only to find a shred of lettuce being pushed in right after. It was so invasive that Gemma’s finger slipped past his lips to push the food onto his tongue. Daniel spluttered that time, groaning at the thought of her finger in his mouth. “That’s gross!” “I washed my hands before I started prepping!” She gasped. “Are you saying I’m dirty?” “No-” But that question was a trap, he realized when cheese was pushed into his mouth next. No amount of complaining or squirming did the trick and it was only when he felt nearly like he was going to be sick, that the sandwich was gone, and he was sporting a half-boner that he prayed Indie didn’t notice from when he was practically grinding into her hand. But he was freed. When he finally got back to his room, he didn’t even pause to think about the sticking door. Only relieved to climb onto his absurdly tall bed and stretch out on his back on the plush mattress. The exertion was enough to tone down his erection, thankfully. He did not want to process that right now. While trying to relax his bloated belly, Daniel didn’t realize he’d fallen asleep… His dream was hazy at first. Something unclear and fluid. At first, all he felt were sensations. A warmth spread from his toes to his head like when he drank the protein shake in the truck. It felt like sinking into a warm bath at the end of a hard day. His muscles, tense from the teasing and uncomfortability of earlier, slowly relaxed. He smelled the scent of something sweet. Like a freshly frosted cake or a sweat cream. He could practically feel that sweetness filling his stomach. And then felt the pleasure. Daniel’s skin prickled like he was being tickled, only for a wave to pass over him that itched delightfully. He could practically feel the shiver in his body. It was like someone’s hands were petting him from his head down to his toes. He could hear something that sounded like speaking. He couldn’t discern the words, but there was something in there that was soft and gentle. It soothed him even further down in his rest. It guided him into a truly relaxed state. Embarrassingly, it was almost what he imagined sex to feel like. A warmth and a relaxation in his body. In his mind’s eye, he could imagine a woman above him grinding on him. He’d never kissed a girl either and his lips tingled at the curious thought. Would it feel good to kiss a girl while he felt her body? His mind seemed to think so. His dick, while not micro, was proportional to his size. Yet another insecurity he had. He preferred it to an abnormally large one, but it still stung as he thought it would be hard to please a woman. In his dream though, he was fine. He was more than fine. The woman on top of him couldn’t seem to stop moaning as she rolled her hips over his. He couldn’t see her face, merely a blur. But her body was amazing. A large chest that he could practically rub his cheek on despite lying down on the bed. Wide hips that nearly eclipsed him from where she sat on his lap. He bent up far enough to press a kiss to the girl’s sternum. Her answering moan sent another shock of pleasure down his spine. He answered her moans with his groans and grunts of pleasure. He felt the tightening in his stomach as if he were dangerously close to an orgasm. He’d completely forgotten this was a dream and felt content to wallow in the amazing feeling of being with a woman. Praise left the woman’s throat to encourage Daniel further. To do what, he wasn’t sure. She was very much in full control. But she knew what she was doing as well. In no time, Daniel found himself on the edge of a blissful orgasm. And the woman didn’t let up at all. It was a shocking revelation to wake up back in his bed. He half expected the faceless woman to still be on top of him, but she wasn’t. Looking down, he saw his dick tenting the front of his shorts. He was so close. But relief just wasn’t there for him. Did he dare try to jerk off in Gemma’s house? He supposed it was alright given the fact that he was taking a nap before. If there were ever a time when they weren’t watching him, it would be now, he was sure. Daniel reached down to lightly stroke the hard-on in his pants and found his hips jerking up into the touch. He cursed. He didn’t think he could last very long. In the few times he’d get himself off at his old apartment, he did it in the shower. A quick way to clean up. But here… A hiss left his lips as he stood up, his underwear dragging against his hard-on. He tiptoed over to the door and tried to listen to see if anyone was moving on the other side…but the hall was dead silent. His hand pulled on the knob to try to get it to open, but as before, it seemed to be stuck in the frame. His arousal was briefly forgotten, he tried to yank on it a bit harder. But it didn’t budge in the slightest. He was stuck in his room once more… There were worse things, he supposed. With a cursory look around the room, Daniel found a package of baby wipes. He was sure they were from when Indie would babysit, but they would be good enough for what he needed them for. Taking the package to his bed, Daniel sat near his pillow and climbed up onto the mattress. There, lying on his back with his pants around his knees, Daniel tried to conjure the image of the beautiful woman again. In his mind, he imagined her on top of him and could almost feel her weight on his hips once more. It wasn’t so hard and soon enough he was chasing the building pleasure of before. His mystery woman purred from her spot above him. Praise flowed from her mouth for him and how good he made her feel. It was that thought that sent him barreling towards an orgasm quicker than he ever thought. He bit his lip to hide his noises of pleasure. It was the rattle of the door knob that startled him out of his revelry. “Danny~” Indie’s voice called out. “Did the door get stuck again?” Daniel scrambled to pull his pants up quickly, stuffing the wipes under his pillow. He’d only just managed to get his pants up over his hips when the door jerked open to reveal Indie standing on the other side. She smiled at him, completely unaware of what he’d just been doing. “Ah, you’re awake. Mom and I were worried you’d sleep the day away!” She smiled and walked in. “How was your nap, baby?” “It wasn’t a nap,” Daniel immediately protested. It sounded too infantile, especially for what he’d just been doing. “I was just…resting.” “Okayyyy,” Indie trailed off. “But you’re awake now…Are you planning on staying here for the rest of the night?” “N-No,” Daniel slid off his bed, trying hard to hide his rapidly waning dick from his nosy cousin. “The door was stuck.” Indie scoffed. “It opened just fine for me.” Daniel glared up at her, but it didn’t seem to have much effect as she walked over to his bedroom door and opened it again. “Come on, Danny. We wouldn’t want you to get locked in again.” But her tone of voice implied that she didn’t believe him. “I don’t need your help!” Daniel felt his tension before transferring into annoyance. The cordial attitude he’d had for the start of the day only lasted so long. He was a grown man! Indie acknowledged his annoyance with a look he couldn’t decipher. “We’ll see about that.” She walked out of the door and Daniel had to rush to catch it before it closed. “Mom!” She yelled down the hall. “Daniel woke up cranky from his nap!” Daniel’s jaw dropped as he chased after her. “No, I didn’t! She was being rude to me!” He ran into the living room to see Gemma resting on the couch, taking up the majority of it as she stretched out. The television was set up for a movie that was paused. “Oh, baby,” She cooed. “Come to Aunty Gem!” Her arms reached out. Thinking, for once, he was going to be believed, Daniel ran over to her. He couldn’t hug her properly from her position on the couch, but when his arms reached out, he felt her grab him tightly. She pulled him up onto the couch to cuddle into her chest like one would a small child. “It’s okay if you woke up a little cranky,” She soothed. “We can watch a movie while you wake up some more, yeah? Maybe even go riding before dinnertime?” With such a full stomach from lunch, Daniel couldn’t imagine dinner coming so soon (even if it were hours later). But Indie had already started to play the movie. Daniel tried to squirm out of her grip, but that only led to her adjusting it to hold him more firmly. To the point where her hand was pressed to his head, holding it to her chest. Her other hand was pressed to his butt, keeping it still. He was only glad his hard-on had completely disappeared in the rush, even if he still felt the itching of arousal in his chest. After all, cuddled close to Gemma’s bosom as he was, it was almost like the mysterious woman in his dream. He’d never intentionally compare Gemma to her of course. Gemma was his aunt! …But his arousal was much more stubborn.

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Alternative Title: Uprooted: Evicted and Forced to Live on a Farm with my Giantess Cousin and Aunt A/N: This is chapter 2 of a series I'm working on as part of a commission. It's a little different than the stuff I usually write and it's a little on the heavier side. This story will deal with topics such as: Non-Consensual Regression, Incest, Lactation, Giantess Themes, Non-Consensual Drugging and Body Modification, Sissy Themes, Restraints, Gags, Forced Feeding, Futanari, Edging, Sex Toys, Orgasm Delay/Denial, and a bunch of other things that I will try to mention beforehand later down the line. Please heed these tags. The story is much further along than this, but the commissioner (who wishes to remain anonymous) requested to be updated far ahead of what is posted to DD. The alt. title was an idea from the commissioner as well! Uprooted: Chapter 2 (3,990 Words) The meal went without any further interruptions. It was clear they were leaving him to his thoughts as they conversed with each other as if he weren’t even there. Occasionally, Daniel would tune in, but the conversation was always something about the ranch and the work that needed to be done when they got home. Daniel was more content eating his grilled cheese and finishing his soup. When the bill came, the waitress didn’t hesitate to put it right in front of Gemma. Even with the preliminary agreement, Gemma would pay for it, Daniel felt a little embarrassed and started to pull out his wallet. “At least let me cover the tip, Auntie Gem,” He asked, pulling out some cash. Gemma looked at him fondly as she pulled her wallet from between her breasts as casually as breathing. “Nope, you can keep your money, baby.” She put a card down on top of the receipt and handed it to the waitress as she passed by. “Besides, you ordered off the kid’s menu. It wasn’t that expensive.” Daniel felt his cheeks burn. He didn’t intentionally order from the kid’s menu. He was panicking and Indie was the one who suggested what to eat. Granted, it filled him up and it was delicious. The portion was great for his smaller size. But it wasn’t as if he wanted food from the kid’s menu. Stubbornly, he put the cash on the center of the table as far as he could reach and put his wallet back into his pocket. There, now that it was on the table, they couldn’t take it back. “Well,” Indie smirked. “If you insist on tipping the pretty waitress, you should at least hand it to her yourself.” Gemma’s face lit up at the suggestion. “Oh, that would be so adorable!” Before he could protest, Daniel found himself being slid into Gemma’s lap to sit on her large thighs at the end of the booth. She leaned forward to grab the money from the center of the table and the movement made her breasts rest on the back of his neck which didn’t help his unease. The bills were put back into his hand and Gemma waved the waitress over one last time. “Make sure you tell the waitress thank you, Nugget.” “Hi, is there something else you need?” The waitress asked curiously as she saw the trio, Daniel with his face bright red, and the two ranchers looking like Christmas came early. “This ‘little guy’ had something he wanted to give you,” Gemma urged, making it so Daniel couldn’t back out if he wanted to give the waitress her tip. The girl looked down to Daniel and he held a shaking fist out with the bills. “H-Here’s your tip.” It was a nudge from Gemma that spurred him further. “Th-thank you for your service.” The girl’s face lit up and a coo poured from her mouth as she took the bills and slid them into her apron. “Thank you, sweetheart!” She crouched down to look into Daniel’s face as he was looking down at the ground. “You were a very lovely customer and I hope to see you again sometime.” She stood back up and looked at the pair of girls. “Your baby is so cute! I hope I can serve you again the next time you come by.” “We’ll just have to make it a habit,” Indie agreed. “You know how little boys get when they have a crush.” “Indie!” Daniel gasped in surprise that she would say something like that only to shrink as several eyes from other patrons turned to look at him. “Gemma, make her stop!” The only thing he learned from his fretting was a few bounces on Gemma’s knees making him unsteady enough to have to lean back into her hold, using her breasts as a soft rest for his head. “Easy, baby,” She cooed. “We should head out now before he gets too fussy,” Gemma laughed. But Daniel was frozen in place. The embarrassment and strife he’d been under recently acted as if his entire body was on a reset. He didn’t make an effort to move from Gemma’s lap when the waitress wandered off once more. Gemma didn’t seem to care about his plight at all as she put her wallet back between her breasts again and reached around him to lift him with one hand. It didn’t hurt, but the pressure on his balls as she lifted him with a single palm was unavoidable. She slid another hand to cushion under his butt and started to stand from the booth. He expected to be put down on the ground, but Gemma continued onward. Daniel forced himself not to make a scene as he was carried out of the diner. Indie got the door for the pair and soon they were on the front sidewalk. “Well, baby, have you made your choice?” Gemma asked. Like an idiot, Daniel turned his head to look at her as she spoke only to feel her breast rub against his cheek. He flinched as if shocked and turned his eyes back to the street. “I want…I want to think about it overnight.” He swallowed, wishing he’d finished his lemonade to wet his dry throat. It was only then that he was put down on the ground and Gemma nodded. “Alrighty, Danny. We’ll call you in the morning and you can let us know what you’ve decided. Just know that we’re always here to help you and take care of you through this rough patch.” She bent down to press a wet kiss to his forehead. He fought the urge to wipe it away when Indie gave him a matching one on his cheek. “Mom’s right, cousin,” She said, for once soft instead of abrasively teasing. “You’ll always have a place with us.” With that, they walked off toward the parking lot where their truck most likely was. Daniel stood, feeling no small amount of confusion as he watched after them. This would not be an easy choice… __________ In the end, he decided to take them up on their offer. As much as he hated it, he really had no choice. It was that or be homeless. Sadly enough, it didn’t even take him overnight to think about it. Less than an hour after they’d left and he’d walked back to his apartment, he was leaving once more. Taking the half payment of rent, he’d bought a few boxes to pack his things into. One box for the bathroom, one for his clothes, and one for the ‘bedroom’. Painfully enough, his meager belongings barely took up any space in the boxes at all. The biggest thing he owned was his bed and that collapsed down into a small trunk that didn’t need a box at all. Feeling like he needed a little bit of a pick-me-up, he bought himself a pint of ice cream to soothe his sorrow. The next morning, he awoke to the sound of his ringtone. It was Indie. “Hello?” He said, voice a little groggy. “Hey, Danny,” Indie sounded happy, he noticed. “I have you on speaker here with mom.” “Hello, baby,” Gemma called, sounding equally pleased. “Have you made your choice?” Daniel sighed. “Yeah…I’ll take you up on your offer.” There was shifting as he assumed the phone was being handed off. A distant whoop of joy startled a smile to his face. He didn’t expect them to be so…excited. “That’s great!” Gemma spoke over the cheers. “We’ll be by to help you pack in an hour or so. I’ll bring breakfast.” The line clicked before he could even tell her he’d already packed everything. Part of him hoped their excitement was a sign that this wouldn’t be as dreadful of a choice as he thought it would be. Having both Gemma and Indie in his apartment really emphasized how small it actually was. The trio was cramped into the main area to the point where Daniel had to take down the partition so that they wouldn’t bump into each other. He showed them the few, mostly empty boxes of his belongings and avoided Gemma’s pouting eyes as she realized how little he had to his name. “Don’t worry, sweetie,” She promised. “We already cleaned out a room for you and everything. You’ll have your own room and it’s right across from the bathroom.” Despite being so close, Daniel had never been to their ranch since he was a small child. And even then, the details were muddled in his brain. Either way, he was sure anything was a step up from his cramped shoebox. All the boxes and the trunk fit very easily into Gemma’s truck bed and Daniel had to avert his eyes as Indie climbed in the back to tie it all down. Her breasts hung down in her low-cut top and her thighs made her- he stopped himself. That was his cousin! Mercifully, Gemma stepped in to give him the breakfast she’d promised him which consisted of an egg scramble burrito and a large protein shake. “I’d expected this to take us almost half a day, but this went pretty quick,” She shrugged. His stomach wasn’t used to so much food, he realized as he followed the pair to the front of the truck. His stomach felt full and tight until he was nearly sick with it. But the protein shake was so good that he didn’t want it to go to waste. The burrito was small to compensate. The creamy texture of the shake coated his tongue in a slightly sweet taste that made him feel warm down to his toes. He was still sipping on it as he climbed into the truck. There was only one long seat in it as it was a pickup truck. And with Gemma driving and Indie in the passenger seat, it left Daniel in the awkward middle seat squished between them. At least he had access to the cup holder, he thought as he set his half-finished shake inside it. “Oh, buckle up!” Gemma called and reached over him (Inadvertently pressing his face to her cleavage) to grab his seatbelt to strap him in. Normally, he’d complain, but the clip to the belt was under her thigh thanks to the tight space and he was grateful she took the initiative to handle it. That grateful feeling faded as she pulled the belt and he felt the fabric tighten over his full stomach. He couldn’t help but groan. “I ate too much,” He groaned, leaning himself over on Indie only half an exaggeration. He was surprised as she merely lifted her arm and let him lean closer, using the side of her breast as a pillow. He'd always been blind in his right eye, so it was hard to anticipate movement from that side. “My stomach hurts.” “Aww,” Gemma cooed. “Just get some rest then. We have a long drive ahead of us.” Daniel grumbled something that was probably a half-formed insistence that he didn’t need to take a nap before he found himself casually drifting off to sleep. His dreams were filled with a soothing rocking sensation that was probably due to the truck moving on the road as well as Indie’s natural movements. He couldn’t remember his dream, only that it felt soft and warm. The warmth spread up from his toes to his head, spreading out like goosebumps along his body. Eventually, the warmth settled in his core and he found his body trying to move closer to that warmth. It was the subtle shaking of something that roused him from his slumber only for him to realize that subtle shaking was Indie’s chest as she tried hard not to laugh. Jerking harshly, Daniel perked up from his slumped-over position. It was then that Indie started to laugh uproariously. “Did you have a good dream?” She asked between giggles. “You were so cozy I didn’t want to wake you-” Daniel wished the ground would open up and swallow him whole. He was sure his face was bright red. Trying to look anywhere but at Indie, he noticed Gemma wasn’t in the truck. As a matter of fact, they were parked in a stall at the gas station. The woman in question was making her way out of the gas station with a bag in hand and held it up to the window. “Here’s your snacks, Indie.” Daniel squawked in surprise as he found himself flattened to the seat by Indie’s weight behind him. Yet another time where his blind spot failed him. Her chest weighed heavily on him, and he gave a weak cry of annoyance as she carelessly reached over him to grab the bag. “Ooo! Thanks, Mom.” She smiled, digging through the bag for a package of gummy candy. “You squished me on purpose,” Daniel grumbled, spitefully grabbing the cup of protein shake and drinking down the rest of it now that his stomach was more settled. “With your freaking chest!” “Don’t act like you weren’t cuddling up to them not even five minutes ago,” She winked at him. “You’re just a boy after all. You can’t help yourself.” “What?!” He gasped, sputtering on the shake. “No, I wasn’t! That’s gross, you’re my cousin!” “Oh, is he awake?” Gemma called, dipping her head into the window. A smile stretched across her lips. “Hi, baby! Did you sleep well?” “Oh yeah,” Indie scoffed. “He slept really well-” Daniel shushed her quickly, not wanting to make it seem like he was some kind of deviant. “I slept fine, Auntie Gemma. How close are we to the ranch?” He tried changing the subject. Gemma replaced the nozzle of the gas pump with the handle and slid into the truck. “About 30 more minutes. Do you need to go potty before we head out? I’m not stopping again until we’re home.” “No, I should be fine,” Daniel sighed, putting his empty cup back in the cupholder and leaning his head back on the seat so he didn’t have to look at Indie’s smug face. He cleared his throat needlessly. “So, what chores will I have?” Gemma waved her hand through the air dismissively. “We won’t put you to work doing anything too hard, Nugget, don’t you worry.” “Well,” Daniel spoke with a little offense in his tone. “I can work. I don’t have a problem with that. I just want to know what you’d have me do.” “You can feed the animals,” Indie chimed in. “If you can lift the feed buckets.” “I can lift buckets,” Daniel assured thinking of the buckets at his old job full of miscellaneous material. Indie reached over to him and ruffled his hair, causing him to groan and rapidly bat her hand away. “Sounds like you’ve got a job.” The rest of the drive went in a blur until Daniel watched the rural farmland pass by as they drove down the long driveway. The house was like he remembered it to be. Just as tall, rustic, and homely. The large porch was a wrap-around with several chairs and a bench swing. He could hear the distant bleating of goats from the barn and in the distance, he saw a field of crops. He was well and truly on a farm. Indie helped him carry his things inside (by carrying everything but a single box and letting Daniel bring it in behind her). The room she brought him to was larger than the entirety of his old apartment. His jaw dropped as he saw it. The ceiling was tall, even for Indie, and it was like walking into a little boy’s bedroom. The furniture in the room was a long dresser that could hold all of his clothes in a single drawer, he was sure, a bed, and what looked like a playpen in the corner. The bed was tall enough to reach Daniel’s chest and the playpen was bigger than the bed! The mattress was thick and looked soft, especially with the sheets and blankets on top of it. The walls were painted a light blue with fluffy clouds hand-painted above rolling hills decorated with teddy bears prancing about. “It’s…very childish…” He commented, trying not to sound ungrateful. “Do you like it?” Indie asked excitedly. “I painted it myself. Originally I used it to babysit, but we moved most of it out of the way, and she motioned to the wall where there were a few boxes in the corner of the room. “Don’t mind those,” Indie spoke as she set the boxes and trunk on the floor by the dresser. “They’re just old doll clothes that didn’t fit in the attic.” “It’s great,” Daniel was quick to say. “I really appreciate this, Indie. I know we’re family, but this is a lot.” “No such thing as too much when it comes to family, Danny,” Indie said with iron conviction. “We’ll go through the attic and see if there’s anything we can find to fill the space. And I’m sure Mom won’t mind making some more clothes to fit you.” Daniel was left sputtering in the wake of her casual kindness. Indie chuckles. “I’ll leave you to get settled. We’ll be in the living room when you’re ready.” With that, she walked out of the room, shutting the door behind her. Daniel smiled at the empty room. It was space to grow in, he was sure. It didn’t take long to unpack his clothes. As he suspected, they all fit in a single drawer. He pushed the trunk with his cot in it over to the bed and used it as a step stool to climb on top of the mattress. As he thought, it was comfortable. There was a slight crinkle he heard when he put his weight on it, and pulling at the sheets revealed a thin plastic cover. Dismissing it as a way to protect an old mattress from the elements, Daniel ignored it. When he was finished taking it all in, he stepped down using the trunk and headed for the door. Only…as his hand grabbed the knob and tried to turn it, it stayed firmly still. He grabbed the knob with both hands and tried to yank on it a bit harder to no avail. What the heck? He heard the struggling creak of the knob and was suddenly reminded that this house was older than he was. Heck, maybe even older than his aunt! That meant that the house had a lot of ‘character’. Some of that character being doorknobs that got stuck constantly. With someone like Indie or Gemma who were strong enough from years of ranching, it was nothing. To Daniel, it was impossible. Daniel knocked on the wood and pressed his ear to it to see if he could hear anything. “Hello?” He called out when he heard nothing. “Auntie Gemma? Indie? I think the door is stuck!” He didn’t hear anything indicating anyone had heard his plight. He cursed, turning to the room only to see that there was no window. He was stuck in this room until he got the door open! Hopefully, if he took too long, one of the girls would come save him… Walking around the room, Daniel took it all in. He’d never had so much space…He could imagine putting a desk in one corner. Maybe even working on hobbies he’d never had the time or money for before. And he could see hooks in the roof that looked like he could mount a hanging chair from. With nothing further to keep his attention, Daniel walked back over to lay on the bed once more. It was miles better than his cot. It was with that thought that he was shocked out of his thoughts by a knock at the door. “Danny? Are you alright? It’s been a while?” Gemma asked with concern laced in her voice. Danny shot up from the bed. “Auntie Gem!” He cried in relief. “I think the door is stuck!” He watched in mild annoyance as the knob twisted and Aunt Gemma stepped into the room. “Stuck?” She asked, stepping in and shutting the door behind her. She turned the knob just as easily as before and opened the door again. “It seems fine to me, Nugget.” …Maybe it was a one-off thing? Daniel couldn’t help but think as he hopped off the bed and onto the chest before touching the ground. Aunt Gemma smiled at the sight and he tried to ignore her. “Are you going to show me around the farm?” He asked somewhat excitedly. “I can,” She giggled. “Let’s go get Indie.” Gathering the girl from the living room, the trio made their way outside to what looked like a mix between an ATV and a golf cart. The cart could usually fit three people, but with the size of Gemma and Indie, it was a tight squeeze for the both of them. Daniel went to sit in the bed of the cart, but Gemma’s eyes widened. “Oh no, baby! You can’t sit back there. You need to sit up here where there’s a seat belt!” “But…there’s no seat!” He reasoned, pointing to the two of them. Indie rolled her eyes and held out her arms. “You can sit in my lap, Danny.” As if it was the most obvious solution ever. “We can share a seatbelt.” Daniel wasn’t sure if that was any safer than him just riding in the back, but decided not to argue with the pair of girls that regularly worked on the ranch. Indie didn’t even wait for him to step on the car before swooping down and scooping him up into her arms. The belt, as it was secured over his lap, was tight. It forced him down onto Indie’s lap in a way that would have been uncomfortable if she were a man or less curvy. Instead, her plush thighs served as a nice cushion for his behind and he tolerated her hands planted on his hips for the ride to the barn. It was a bumpy ride, often bouncing him onto her knee and halfway there he found himself having to reach down and cup his assets so they wouldn’t get squished with the movement. He guessed it was a good idea he wasn’t riding in the back or he would have fallen out long ago. He couldn’t get off Indie’s lap fast enough when they finally stopped. But, then again, his feet barely touched the dirt before he found himself snatched up and deposited on Indie’s hip. “Just wait until you see all the cute animals,” She cooed. “I can walk!” He demanded. “But can you see over the fence?” She asked rhetorically, knowing he couldn’t, and booped his nose playfully. “Just be a good boy and sit still so I don’t drop you in the pig trough.” “Wha- Aunt Gemma! Indie threatened to throw me in the pig trough!” He tattled in offense. But Gemma was once again on her daughter’s side. “Then it sounds like you should sit still so she won’t throw you,” The words came with a warm chuckle, clearly not taking him seriously. “But-” “But- But- But-” Indie teased, each ‘But’ she jostled him closer and closer to the fence closer to the pig trough. It was empty at the moment and all the pigs seemed to be inside the barn, but the fall would hurt pretty bad. He gripped tightly to Indie’s shirt, finding his fist balled up right above her sternum. With every step, her breasts bounced and brushed against his hand. But he couldn’t move it without drawing attention to the fact that he had it there. And then wouldn’t he just look like a creep? He sighed, this was going to be a very trying stay. Only made worse by the fact that he had no idea how long he’d stay. A month? A year? Five years? Could he handle five years of this? He wasn’t sure.

Alternative Title: Uprooted: Evicted and Forced to Live on a Farm with my Giantess Cousin and Aunt A/N: This is chapter 1 of a series I'm working on as part of a commission. It's a little different than the stuff I usually write and it's a little on the heavier side. This story will deal with topics such as: Non-Consensual Regression, Incest, Lactation, Giantess Themes, Non-Consensual Drugging and Body Modification, Sissy Themes, Restraints, Gags, Forced Feeding, Futanari, Edging, Sex Toys, Orgasm Delay/Denial, and a bunch of other things that I will try to mention beforehand later down the line. Please heed these tags. The story is much further along than this, but the commissioner (who wishes to remain anonymous) requested to be updated far ahead of what is posted to DD. The alt. title was an idea from the commissioner as well! Uprooted: Chapter 1 (4,391 Words) Daniel wished he’d known he was getting fired before he walked into the building. Or, at the very least, a sign that his employment was coming to an end. There was something so humiliating about it all. That morning he had woken up in his shitty apartment, squeezed himself into his cubicle of a bathroom to get ready, and took the bus the entire way to work. He’d said hello to a handful of his co-workers on the way back to his station. He should have known something was wrong with the way they averted their eyes from him almost immediately. His station was a pillar of pride in his life. After years of searching for a job that would hire a 4ft tall man who needed a stepstool to reach most urinals in public bathrooms, he found one company that needed him. Not just needed him but wanted him as well. He’d interviewed for a production position and was feeling the red-hot embarrassment welling up in his chest as the interviewer tried to find a reason to reject him without mentioning his small stature. It didn’t get any easier to see after the twelfth job interview. But then the sorting technician quit. It was a job that required no previous work experience. He had a small station away from most of the factory with a conveyor belt in front of a chair. Material would pass by and he would sort them into three boxes according to their size. It was the easiest job imaginable. But it was tedious. The technician would sit there all day and sort material with no deviation. The only break from monotony was someone coming to collect the full boxes. It didn’t pay great (which was why the previous technician quit) but it was a job. And Daniel was running out of time before he would be kicked out of student housing. He was hired immediately and put to work. It was annoying at times, but he was always able to combat that annoyance with the awe that he had a job. A real one. He was paid in cash. Just enough to keep him in his previously mentioned shoe-box-sized apartment and fed twice a day. It was the independence he’d been searching for for years! So when he walked back to his station to see a giant brick of a machine in its place, he was rendered speechless. The production manager was there smiling at the machine as its hopper was filled with material. The machine whirled to life and started to fill several tubs with different materials faster than Daniel could ever have. And Daniel had to stand and listen to the manager’s faux regretful tone as he explained that his position was now obsolete. The man reached into his pocket, gave Daniel the meager remains of his weekly pay, and sent him on his way. The bus wouldn't run by for another hour which meant he was left to sit at the bus stop trying not to cry… He grabbed a newspaper from the front office and started to look at the hiring ads for something he could do, occasionally wiping harshly at his eyes. A week later, four interviews down, and nothing. Rent was due in less than a week and he only had half of it. Daniel looked at himself in the mirror of his tiny bathroom. There was only a half step between the sink and the toilet, when he sat on said toilet his leg touched the shower stall. The main room wasn’t much better. It was a studio set up with a curtain tacked to the ceiling to separate his bed from the “kitchen”. The kitchen had a single counter, a shallow sink, and a mini fridge. He had a tiny camping stove set up on the counter and a microwave left over from the previous tenant. It was…laughably bare. But he had pride in it all the same. All his furniture was bought and brought to the unit on his own, too proud to ask for help. To think that he’d lose it all so quickly…Over a stupid machine. Daniel couldn’t help but look at himself in the mirror and ponder how it all went so wrong. His shoulder-length blond hair was greasy and limp with the stress and neglect from his week of panic. An empty bucket served as his step-stool to even see the mirror and reach the faucet. He looked rough. Tired. Stretched thin. His phone ringing shocked him from his musings so harshly that he almost fell from the bucket. The only people who ever contacted him were employers or his aunt Gemma. Running out of the bathroom, it turned out to be the latter. She and his cousin Indie were his only family and he hadn’t seen them in years. Although they tried to call him every other week to keep in touch. They’d offered to host for holidays like Christmas or Thanksgiving, but he always turned them down to work (and also because he didn’t have a car). But never did he ignore either of their calls. Sighing, he sat down on the cot that was his bed and answered the phone. “Hello?” He asked weakly. “Danny!” Aunt Gemma cheered happily. “I almost thought you wouldn’t pick up…” “Sorry,” He couldn’t help but apologize. “I was in the bathroom.” Aunt Gemma recovered quickly and started to ask him how things had been since they last spoke. Usually, he would give standard vague answers, trying hard to maintain his independence, but this time he couldn’t muster up the energy. “It’s been…rough…” He sighed once more. “Aww,” She cooed sympathetically. “How about we go out to lunch and you can tell me all about it. It’s been too long since I’ve seen you. I bet you’ve grown so much!” Daniel winced silently. He really couldn’t afford that. “Sorry, Aunt Gem, I don’t think I can-” “Nonsense,” She interrupted. “I won’t take ‘no’ for an answer. Pick a place to meet and we’ll be there at noon tomorrow. My treat.” Reluctantly, Daniel chose a small diner around the corner of the block from his apartment. It was close enough that he wouldn’t look sweaty or out of breath when he walked. Aunt Gemma was audibly excited at his lack of resistance and hung up with a cheerful wish of a good night’s rest for him. Daniel went to bed that night and stared up at the stained ceiling. The conversation with Aunt Gemma and Indie would be awkward. He should have pretended everything was fine. At worst, she would offer to loan him some cash. And that was the last thing he wanted to do. Not only did he not want to be in anyone’s debt, but he also didn’t want to face the fact that he couldn’t take care of himself. He’d been doing so for years, but one mishap and suddenly he’s walking around with his hat in his hands begging for money? Not a chance. At best, she expresses more sympathy and pays for his meal. And then he’s left alone for another two weeks, at the end of which he would most certainly be homeless. Daniel didn’t get much sleep that night. And what sleep he did get was fitful and plagued by stress-fueled nightmares. The next morning he forced himself out of bed and into a warm shower to look somewhat presentable for lunch. He combed his hair, leaving it to dry in the air, and dressed in his least worn set of clothes. The pants had a hole rubbed nearly straight through on his knee, but the shirt was a little more presentable. It was a blue polo he wore to most of his interviews. Looking in the mirror again, he couldn’t help but think he looked like an elementary schooler on the way to picture day. At least he wouldn’t look like a bum when talking with Aunt Gemma and Indie. Walking downstairs, he saw the note the landlord constantly kept posted on the door to exit the building. RENT IS DUE ON THE 1ST AND LATE ON THE 3RD NO EXCEPTIONS. NO EXTENSIONS. He had four days…four days to figure out what he was going to do…Crap. _____ Daniel walked with his head down the entire way to the diner. The last time he’d seen either Aunt Gemma or Indie was almost a decade ago at a family function. Indie was about to start middle school while Daniel was nearly graduating high school. Embarrassingly, she was just as tall as he was. She ribbed him for it a handful of times, but he was able to impress her with his ‘high school’ knowledge enough to distract her. Indie, from what he remembered, took after her mother. The same thick wavy blonde hair, pretty green eyes, and lightly tanned skin from being outside all the time. The pair of them lived on a ranch ducked off in a rural neighborhood. It was a few acres of property nestled into a cropping of trees. They had livestock as well as a field where they would plant seasonal crops. Not only was Indie like her mother in looks but also in personality. There was something about working on that ranch that seemed to empower both women. They handled the workload between the pair of them with ease. Daniel wondered what Indie would look like now. Perhaps a little taller than him. But maybe she’d grown into the homely body her mother had. If he was lucky they’d still be the same height. He wondered if she still styled her hair into two braided pigtails on either shoulder. Aunt Gemma was the same, he thought with certainty. She was older so it wasn’t as if puberty would influence her body. Daniel thought back and remembered all the firm hugs she pulled him into and was sure he’d see the same woman upon his entrance into the diner. The bell above the door chimed with his entry and he looked around for a familiar face. It was busy given that it was lunchtime, but he was able to spot a pair of heads with familiar blonde hair seated off into as secluded a corner as possible in the diner. That was a blessing, he thought, as it would enable him to talk about his struggles better without the fear of someone overhearing. Before he could walk over to the pair, one of them seemed to spot his entrance. From the distance, he thought it might have been Indie. Wasting no time, Daniel walked over to the table. It was a booth on closer inspection. One of those horseshoe-shaped ones that meant someone on the end would have to get out if the person in the middle wanted to leave. Both of them stepped out of the booth to greet him and what he saw surprised him so badly that he had to take a step back. He was right to think that Indie had grown up to have her mother’s body. What he wasn’t prepared for was the size of…well…everything. Daniel’s government ID had him listed as 4ft 1in tall because the clerk had pity on him and didn’t make him step up to the measuring stick on the wall. Truthfully, without his shoes, he was more like 3ft 10in tall. But this wasn’t a discrepancy of inches. No. This was feet. He wasn’t sure exactly how tall they both were, but he knew he had to crane his neck back to look at their faces. Doing so though, his thoughts shifted to something rather inappropriate for his cousin and aunt. He couldn’t help it really. All those years on the farm had given them thick curves. Just one of Indie’s calves was thicker than his torso. The wide curve of their thighs dipped right above their hips until all he could see was their breasts. Gemma was dressed more modestly than Indie, he thought with a moment of solace. Indie was dressed in jeans that looked practically painted on. The waistband cinched at her waist with a studded belt. Daniel’s eyes were drawn to her bare stomach. She was wearing a crop top of some sort. The bottom of which was tucked under her large bust in a way that he was sure they’d pop out if she moved the wrong way. Especially as her nipples tented the front fabric. Each breast was larger than his head. And going by the beaded-up indents, each nipple was larger than his thumb. Aunt Gemma was much the same sight although she hid it behind a soft-looking cardigan. Finally, he was able to tear his eyes away from their chests and look at their faces. They both smiled excitedly, nearly falling over each other to hug him. Daniel just barely managed to restrain a verbal protest as he was swept up into Gemma’s arms. Daniel felt himself being smushed between two pairs of breasts to the sounds of squealed greetings. “Danny, baby!” Aunt Gemma cried, sticking him on her hip as if he were a squirming infant. He just barely managed to keep from gasping as he felt his balls being squished as if he were riding a saddle. “It’s been so long! Give me a hug!” In an awkward moment, Daniel realized he couldn’t wrap his arms around her neck with how big her chest was. But Indie’s breasts pressed against his back were urging him to make some kind of move. His arms moved to hold Aunt Gemma by her ribs and he leaned into her hold, unable to keep from resting his head right in her cleavage. He turned his head to the side to hopefully hide his blushing face. He swore he could feel a sheen of sweat develop on his skin. Both from anxiety and the heat of both well-endowed women pressing him between them. If they weren’t his family, he would have been practically drooling. “Good to see you, Auntie Gem,” He said, clearing his throat as his voice cracked. “You look…great!” “Danny-boy!” Indie chuckled from behind. “You’re still so short. What happened? Did you stop eating your veggies?” “Hey!” Daniel couldn’t help but protest. He knew he was small, but that wasn’t his fault. “I’m not that short.” The pair separated, although Aunt Gem still held him on her hip. She bounced him lightly on her hip, causing him to gasp at the sudden increase of friction. He was a man after all. His thighs clenched but were kept separated by Gemma’s thick thigh and her hand dropped down to hold his butt in support of his weight. “Could have fooled me,” Indie smirked with her arms crossed under her chest, pushing them up in a way that nearly had them spilling from the top of her crop top. “Shut up,” He groaned only to feel Gemma’s hand squeeze his bottom. “Indie’s telling the truth, Daniel,” She said in a sickly-sweet tone. “You aren’t an inch taller than I last saw you.” Daniel was saved from having to respond as the waitress came over with her notepad in hand. “I’m so sorry it took so long for me to get you you. We’re just so busy right now. Can I get you all started with something to drink?” Gemma smiled at the waitress and sat down on the booth. She shifted Daniel to sit on her lap as she scooted further in, her thighs taking up most of the seat. Indie followed her lead on the other side. “I’ll take a sweet tea, and a lemonade for the little guy here.” “Wha-” Daniel protested. “I was gonna get a soda-” “The last thing you need is a bunch of sugar!” Gemma laughed, sparking the two other girls to join in. “No, he’ll have the lemonade.” The waitress marked it down without even looking and Daniel for his input and turned to Indie. “And you?” “I’ll take a coke, please, and thank you,” She seemed all too pleased to be getting the drink she knew Daniel wanted. Daniel scowled at her with no effect. Instead, he shifted his weight to make it known he wanted to sit down on the booth seat between them rather than in Gemma’s lap. The movement was allowed, to his brief relief and he noticed the table reached far higher than he thought it would. He glared at it as well as if it would make it shrink down to his size. “Does he need a booster seat?” The waitress asked Gemma much to his dismay. “That would be great, thank you!” Gemma answered, earning a scoff from Daniel. “I don’t need a booster seat! I can sit fine on my own!” He protested. “My, my,” Gemma huffed, opening the menu dismissively. “You sure are fussier than I remember. You don’t seem that happy to see us at all.” And maybe it was her tone. Maybe it was the sudden shift in attention away from him. Either way, Daniel felt the heavy weight of guilt settles into his stomach. Maybe he was being a bit prickly. It had been nearly a decade since they were together like this and he’d been complaining since he walked in the door…That wasn’t right or fair. He chalked it up to the recent stress he was under and moved to apologize. It was a little awkward tucking his legs under himself long enough to boost himself up to an appropriate height, but when he was at eye level with Aunt Gemma’s shoulder, he wrapped his arms around her thick bicep and hugged it. “I’m sorry Aunt Gem, I really am glad to see you both.” “Aw, little nugget,” She cooed using the nickname she’d given to him as a child, and leaned in to pepper a few kisses on the crown of his head. “I forgive you. You said you were having a rough time over the phone. I suppose it’s only natural for you to be a little short-fused, yeah?” Daniel nodded in agreement, happy to see his apology was accepted so quickly. “Yeah, it’s…been rough.” He reiterated. The waitress came back with a booster seat tucked under one arm and a platter of drinks balanced in the other. The two ranch workers stepped in with Indie scooping Daniel up from behind. One arm wrapped around his waist and the other reached down to cup him between the legs. Daniel fought back the instinct to squirm and kick in the brief seconds that Gemma was setting the booster seat where he sat before and Indie was setting him down on it. Eyes now at an appropriate height on the table, Daniel couldn’t help but feel a bit less claustrophobic between the two larger women. “Alrighty,” The waitress smiled as he got situated. “Are we ready to order?” “Indie, are you ready?” Gemma asked. “Yeah, I’ll have the BLT with french fries and a side salad,” She said quickly without even looking at the menu. Daniel felt a little panicked as he hadn’t even looked at the menu once since he arrived. Picking up the folded plastic in front of him, he barely heard what Gemma ordered. “And for the little guy?” “I- Uh-” He stuttered, scanning the menu for something appealing. He’d eaten nothing but instant ramen and vending machine food for the past week. The choices were almost overwhelming. “Hey,” Indie’s voice came, suddenly so close that Daniel flinched. His head darted to the side to see her leaning over from her spot in the booth, a hand reached out to rest on his thigh as she looked over his menu. “How about the grilled cheese? It comes with french fries and tomato soup.” She whispered the words so close to his ear that goosebumps started to pepper up on his skin. “That’ll work,” He said immediately, dropping the menu and then scrambling to pick it up again and hand it to the waitress. “Thank you.” “I’ll get those orders put in and come and check on you guys in a bit,” She smiled, tucking hair behind her ear and walking off. “You think she’s pretty,” Indie teased in a sing-song voice. Her mouth was still next to his ear and her hand was on his thigh. Her fingers squeezed the skin there gently, and he knew if she didn’t stop he’d have another problem on his hands. “No, I don’t!” He denied it immediately. “I saw the way you looked at her. You thought she was cuuuute,” She laughed. “Do you think she’d want to go out on a date with a ‘little guy’?” “Shut up!” He demanded once more. “Daniel,” Gemma’s voice rang with a slightly condescending note. “We don’t tell people to shut up. That’s not nice. You should apologize to your cousin. You could have hurt her feelings! After all, she’s missed you for so long.” “But Indie was-” Gemma turned to look at him with a warm smile. “You were getting quite flustered talking to the waitress. It’s only natural for little boys to have crushes on pretty girls.” Daniel didn’t like how this lunch was playing out. But, if he pressed the issue, what was to stop the pair from leaving the diner? Without Gemma or Indie to talk to, he’d have nobody. And who’s to say his failure of this lunch wouldn’t lead to them completely cutting ties with him for good? Homeless and without any family to talk to? Daniel slumped back into the booster seat with his eyes on his lap. Indie still hadn’t removed her hand from his thigh and he found himself reaching for it. His small fingers twisted around two of her much larger ones and he forced his mouth to move. “I’m sorry Indie for being mean to you. I understand you were just joking.” “Telling the truth, more like,” Indie huffed, but returned the squeeze of his hand. “But it’s fine. No harm done, Munchkin.” Daniel had to bite his tongue to keep from protesting the new nickname. He was older than her, dammit. He was supposed to be the older cousin. The ‘cool’ one. The one she looked up to. And yet here he was sitting in a booster seat apologizing for standing up for himself. To add insult to injury, he saw Gemma messing with something on the table before a white plastic cup was slid in front of him. “Here, baby,” Gemma said. “Have some lemonade and tell Auntie Gemma what’s been bothering you lately.” It was only after he took a sip and replaced the cup on the table that he realized it was in a kid’s disposable cup. The diner’s mascot in a waitress outfit was painted on the side of it. It sat in stark difference between Indie and Gemma’s adult glasses. He gave a shuddering sigh and started to talk. He told them specifics about his job- or well- his ex-job. He told them about being replaced without warning by a robot. And how the job hunt had turned up nothing so far. “My rent is due in a few days and I don’t have nearly enough money to pay for it. Let alone food or my phone bill,” He finished up, digging a fist into one of his eyes that dared to start watering. He wasn’t going to cry in front of Indie or Gemma. He wasn’t. He’d cried enough. “I’ve just been under a lot of stress lately.” “Oh, Sweetie!” Gemma said sadly as she pulled him into a side hug. Her arm was strong as it wrapped around his shoulder and he found himself pulled right into the side of her breast. He could feel the warmth of it through her clothes and there was an awkward moment where he didn’t know what to do with his hands. For lack of anything else, he rested them in his lap. “That’s so much for you to handle all by yourself.” “Yeah, you should have said something,” Indie piped in, plastering herself to his other side. He was once more squished between the two of them. “I didn’t want to worry you two,” Daniel defended weakly. “I can handle it by myself. I’ve done it this long. This was just…unexpected.” “We’re family, you should feel comfortable leaning on us for support when you need it,” Gemma lectured. “You should come to stay with us, Nugget. That way you don’t have to be so stressed out all the time.” “I can’t!” Daniel denied. “I’m almost 30 years old, I can-” “Cousin, if you could make it on your own, you wouldn’t be in this situation,” Indie’s words came gentle but harsh at the same time. In a way, she was right. “Besides, you’re still so young. You don’t look a day over three and a half.” It was both a dig at his height and reassurance, so Daniel didn’t immediately snap to defend himself. “I don’t want to impose on you two,” He tried a different tactic. “I don’t even have a car to move my stuff in!” “We have a truck, baby,” Gemma’s words came doused in patience. “You can load your stuff up and ride with us back to the ranch. We can clear out a room for you and everything.” “I don’t know…” “Think about it overnight and we’ll call you tomorrow,” Indie came in with a decent compromise. “Let us know your choice. But it’ll be good to have another set of hands on the ranch. It’s not as if you’ll be lacking anything to do out there.” She sent a wink his way as their waitress came by with a platter of food. Gemma and Indie’s food came on large ceramic plates, but Daniel was annoyed to see his sandwich and soup had arrived on plastic flatware with the same childish design. He was even given a plastic spork for his soup instead of a pack of metal silverware like Indie and Gemma. “Let me know if there’s anything else I can get you three.” Their waitress smiled. “You all enjoy your food!” Daniel sighed, reaching to grab a part of the grilled cheese expertly cut into triangle pieces. He had to admit…it was a good grilled cheese.

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