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Chapter 1: The Cuckhold “Ugh, Charles. What the fuck are YOU doing back this early”, Callie said breathlessly as she looked at him with disgust. She was straddling a big muscular dude reverse cowboy so she was facing the door. He could see she was sweaty and her pussy was red and dripping around his huge rock hard cock. He had come home and heard her moaning loudly in his bedroom. They were on his bed. His sheets. A picture of him and her together taken last summer on the nightstand. “Oh my… oh god… Cass… I …oh GOD!” he stammered, in shock, tears coming to his eyes. “Oh shut the fuck up!... ugh!”, she said as she she slid him out of her and sat on the bed beside the guy. “Another fucking ruined orgasm because of YOU!”. “Get the fuck out. I’m busy here.”, she rubbed the guys rock hard 9” cock as she said this. “Go stay in a hotel tonight!”. The look of distain on her face hit him in the gut. “But… It’s my apartment..”, he spit out. “Jesus, do want me to get Dan here to fuckin throw you out?!”, she spit. “GO!”. The “dude” was laying there with a wet throbbing hardon, looking at him with an expression that said, “Try me, pussy”. He turned around and stumbled out of the apartment building and down to the parking lot crying. He started his car and drove aimlessly until he pulled into the nearest shitty low budget motel. He sat in his car in the motel parking lot weeping. ---- He checked into his room and laid on the bed in the fetal position. He got under the covers and set his alarm for work tomorrow. He was crying. The scene played out over and over in his head. He thought about how their relationship had deteriorated over the last year and how she had become more and more mean and dismissive of him. She kept reminding him how she was out of his league and how he was lucky she ever talked to him. He felt like such a loser. He didn’t do anything!! He just rolled over like a wimpy little cuck. Let Dan continue fucking her in HIS bed…. Oh god… he cried about what a loser he was. Then his mind wandered. He pictured her sweaty and writhing, riding his big cock, until she came to a screaming orgasm – something he had not been able to do for her for the last year with his pathetic little 3” micro-penis. He masturbated his little cucked baby dick furiously in the fetal position picturing this until he jizzed all over himself and fell a sleep in the seedy hotel bed. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 2 – The “Problem” When he woke up the next morning and felt all clammy and caught a strong wiff of pee smell all around him Oh shit!. WTF??? He had pissed the hotel bed in his sleep. He realized the maid was knocking at the door and he was an hour late for work… the alarm was beeping but he didn’t hear it. “Clean the room, Sir?”, the maid said through the door. He was panicking. “OK…. Uhm, ahh, please give me another half hour please!”, he yelled. He stood there horrified. The events of last night came back to him. He felt like such a pathetic little man-boy. “oh God…”, the thought. He jumped into the shower and got ready for work… he didn’t want to check out as he didn’t know if he’d be going home tonight or not. His mind told him “It’s “Dan’s” house now you little cuck loser. He would just have to leave the wet sheets for the maid and hope she wasn’t around when he got back from work so he wouldn’t have to feel the shame. --- He couldn’t concentrate on work. He was at his desk just replaying everything that had happened in the last 12 hrs. His life had been turned upside-down. What the hell was he going to do? It was completely fucked. His mind was a jumble. His phone rang suddenly. He felt a squirt of pee shoot into his briefs. “Oh my god, no…” he thought. He answered,… it was his boss asking him to come into his office immediately . He nervously walked to the bosses office hoping that his briefs had absorbed the pee and that none could be seen on the front of his tan kakis … he’d been wearing the same cloths since yesterday as well and he thought he could sense that everyone noticed. Charlene, the bosses secretary looked at him with distain as he approached. “He’ll see you now”. She looked him up and down and he felt his baby dick shrink further into his belly at her disgust at his pathetic-ness. He walked into his bosses office. “Look Andrews”, he said sourly, “An hour late?... pfft… You know I’d LOVE to fire you, right?... PLEASE give me one more excuse”. He stood their being berated for the next 5 minutes. Drifting off and thinking about the events of last night. “Are you listening?!?”, his boss raised his voice sharply. He started. He felt a small amount of poop slip out of his asshole and lodge itself between his cheeks. “Oh Jesus Christ”, he thought, panicking. “Ok, uhm Dean, I’m super sorry…. Uh I have a teams meeting in 3 minutes… uh.. I have to go.”, he stammered. He slipped out of the office quickly his boss exclaiming surprisedly…. He made his way to the men’s bathroom, trying to clench his butt cheeks together. He ran into a stall and pulled his pants down … his knees trembling together, little dick trembling between his skinny legs. He grabbed some toilet paper and wiped up the poo between his bum cheeks… it had already stained his briefs and he hoped no one would notice the smell. He sat down on the toilet, his head in his hands and wondered what the hell was going on ?... How could his life get any worse? Just then, his phone dinged with a text, he squealed a bit with a girly noise, a bit more poo dropped into the toilet. It was a text from Cassie. “Hey. I’m gonna move in with Dan now, obviously. I need the apartment for a couple more days. I’m away this afternoon… you can come by and get some stuff then. I’m taking your TV, stereo and bed with me. Please be gone when I get back tonight. Also Dan fucked me so hard I think it started my period!... I need you to go pick me up some tampons and leave them here for me on the counter.” She accompanied this with a selfie photo of her and Dan naked in his bed. She was rubbing Charles’s toothbrush on Dan’s wet dick… getting his cum all over it. Charles’s little pathetic dick got hard seeing this and he felt completely humiliated. He snuck out of work early and headed to the CVS to get Cassie’s tampons before heading home.

Introduction: Chris is a mature and responsible 22 year old university student, recently thrown out by his parents for being gay and looking for somewhere to live and for some people to support him. He responds to an Ad from Frank and Brenda, who are looking for an adult son. Their treatment of him is loving and caring, but the rules and regime are a real challenge for Chris. Throughout Chris has various opportunities to leave, he always chooses to stay. This is my take on a theme I know has been done before, I’ve written over 40 chapters documenting Chris’s experiences with Frank and Brenda Morden, from the warm and loving to the outright humiliating and sometimes what seem like cruel and brutal. If people like where it’s going I’ll serialise and post them as things get gradually deeper and deeper. Contains nappies / diapers (obviously), wee and poo, physical restraint, BDSM, as well as love warmth and affection. I hope you enjoy! Chapter 1 - Responding to the Ad It was 1pm on a beautiful English summer’s day as Chris walked up to the front door of number 40, the large house at the end of the lane. His heart was pounding in his chest. Chris is 22, 5’ 8”, slim build and with beautiful thick blond hair that he wears about 2 inches long. He’s a shy guy and had a rough time. He’s recently come out to his parents and it’s not gone well. They’ve cut off his money for uni and told him to make his own way. He’s hoping that Frank and Brenda who he is about to meet can help him. Chris is here because he’s responding to an Ad he saw online. “Mutually beneficial relationship wanted. Brenda and Frank are looking for a male, between 20 and 25, to be their adoptive son for 2 - 5 years, in return for lodging, food and any educational bills paid to help their adoptive son grow into a fine young man”. It seems like a good deal. As the door opened a man and a woman in their mid 50’s stood there with warm smiles. Both were quite tall and heavily built. The man, who must be Frank was at least 6’ 2” and looked as strong as an ox. ‘Hello my love’, said the woman. ‘I’m Brenda and this is Frank. You must be Chris, would you like to come in?’ They walked into a large hall, and then into a beautiful sitting room. It’s ever so hot said Brenda, would you like a drink? ‘Frank and I are having tea, for you I’ve got Apple or Orange Squash. What would you like?’ Chris quite fancied tea, but he said ‘oh err Orange please’. Chris sat down and Brenda came in with two teas and a sippy cup containing squash. Chris looked at it oddly and took it politely. They all introduced one another and exchanged pleasantries. Then Frank slapped his leg authoritatively and said ‘right, let’s get down to it…’ ‘Brenda and I have never been able to have kids of our own, so we adopt young men and bring them up instead. Over the last 10 years we’ve had 3 sons all live here as if they were ours. We’ll pay for everything you need, a room in our lovely house, food, activities and for you to finish your education, all you have to do is be our son.’ ‘That sounds great’ said Chris, 'I can do that'. ‘There are terms though Chris' said Frank' to make sure we all get out of this what we want. We’ve never had kids, so we like to live some aspects of that with our sons. As this will cost us a lot of money, you’d need to sign a contract with us for 2 years, with the option of extending to 5. If you broke the contract you’d have to pay us back all the money we’ve given you, plus £120 a night board and lodging. Additionally for the heartbreak it would cause us, £1000 compensation. I’m being up front and completely open about it, that’s the deal.’ Chris thought about that, and to be honest, it all sounded pretty reasonable, except that £1000 compensation. That’s weird. ‘Okaaaay’ said Chris a little unsure at this point. ‘We don’t ask much of our sons’ said Frank, ‘But there are a few simple, non negotiable house rules for those in our care. 1. We’re the parents, you’re the son, you do as you’re asked to. Ok, thought Chris, it’s their house, fair enough. 2. Bedtime is at 7:30pm, get up is at 7:30am. You can have a light on until 9pm, then it’s lights out. What??? 12 hours a day in bed, that’s a bit crazy. It’s to give Brenda and I some me time, said Frank. 3. You’ll wear protection at all times inside and outside the house, no exceptions.’ ‘Sorry’ said Chris, ‘what do you mean with that last one, what is protection?’ He was imagining having to wear like a hard hat and high vis or something. ‘It’s to stop accidents love’ smiled Brenda. ‘Sorry if I’m being a bit dumb’ said Chris uneasily ‘What type of accidents?’ Frank waved his hand to his crotch area and said ‘You know, accidents, accidents in your pants’. Chris looked at them confused. ‘I don’t have accidents in my pants’ he said slowly. Frank was very clear. ‘Well they’re the main terms, accept them or we’ll bid you a good afternoon and safe trip back’. ‘What is the protection?’ asked Chris gently. ‘It’s a pad, it goes around your waist, you won’t know it’s there after a day or two’ said Frank. ‘Oh don’t beat around the bush’ said Brenda. ‘It’s a nappy my love’. Chapter 2 - Walk away? After the list of 3 requirements Chris was ready to leave. Brenda could sense it too. ‘Would you like a tour love, it might convince you, we have so much to offer. We’re really not asking for much, it’s just something we like, it keeps us all close, like a family’. Being ever polite Chris agreed. They went through into the kitchen, which was enormous with a large island in the middle. Though Chris couldn’t help but notice all the cupboards had locks on. Weird. The tour continued through their expansive and beautiful home, until Brenda opened the door to a small room on the upper floor and said, ‘This is the changing room’. The corner of the room was stacked with large packs of what must be adult disposable nappies. There was a large changing table in the middle and a hoist hanging from the ceiling. Next to the changing table was a book shelf full of nappies all neatly stacked and organised. Chris didn’t know what to think, he felt like laughing to be honest. ‘It’s a beautiful way to care for someone’ said Brenda, in a gentle and loving tone. Next they opened the door to a large bedroom. ‘This would be yours’ said Brenda. Chris looked into what was the most amazing room. It was painted mid blue, with Lego and toys all around the outside. There was a large treasure chest in the middle against the wall filled with toys and games. Over by the door was an iMac, iPad and iPhone new and in the box on a desk. In the middle of the room a comfy looking single bed, with a Cars duvet on. It was a cross between a rich child and rich teens room. Chris loved it, he’d seen rooms like this in movies, but he’d never had one himself. ‘Come down and sit in the garden for a bit’ said Brenda. ‘Have a think about it, no pressure. We’ll leave you alone for a bit’. Chris paced up and down the garden. He’d travelled a long way for this. If he left, he had nothing, no where to go, little money and some hardship ahead on his own. If he stayed, he would live in this amazing house, in that incredible room, with these two nice people promising to pay. But, and it was a big BUT, the nappy thing was weird. Did they really mean it? Was it really that big of a deal for all this? He thought about the nappy thing some more, in fact it was the only real potential deal breaker. Just because I wear it, doesn’t mean I have to use it does it? I know they’ve got the changing table and all that, but after a few weeks of realising I’ve never had an accident and obviously don’t need it they’re gonna bore of it. And, if they want me to wear it for their pleasure or something sometimes, so they can get their kicks, why not. It’s harmless, it’s free. Chapter 3 - The Contract Chris came in from the garden to Brenda and Frank looking at him hopefully and expectantly. ‘Well?’ said Brenda. ‘Do we have enough to offer you?’ ‘Yes’ said Chris ‘I’m not sure about the nappy thing, but otherwise yes’. ‘You’ll get over that in no time, said Frank. It means a lot to us and it’s a very minor thing for you’. Frank placed an official looking sheet of paper in front of Chris: This contact is between the “parents” and “son” named below. For a period of 2 years starting from the date signed by all parties. The parents shall provide board, lodging, food, educational fees, transportation and all other expenses required by the son during his stay. The son shall: 1. Do as instructed by the parents at all times and is subject to punishments if not. 2. Be in bed between the hours of 7:30pm and 7:30am unless deviated from by the parents. Having a light on is permitted between 7:30pm and 9:00pm for reading or using electronic devices, subject to safety equipment being set by the parents to make that physically possible. 3. Wear and use protection at all times for toileting needs. When at home and in the presence of the parents, they will change it. If our alone the son may change it himself, but must bring home all used ones for inspection. 4. Wear a GPS enabled device. There was then a whole section detailing the financial implications Frank went over before. This contract shall be deemed broken if the son, engages in behaviours such as, but not limited to: 1. Refusing to wear any safety equipment applied to him by the parents. 2. Refusing to wear or removing his nappy without the knowledge of his parents. 3. Removing his GPS device. 4. Abandonment, ie running away and leaving. Chris didn’t really understand it all. Especially the bits around safety equipment. What did that mean? The gps thing was also new, but didn’t sound like a big deal. The rest of it though looked as expected, so he went ahead and signed it and passed it back to Frank. Frank and Brenda signed it too and then Brenda gave Chris a huge smile and said. You can call us mum and dad now. Let’s get you changed. Chapter 4 - Nappy No.1 Brenda grabbed Chris’s hand and walked him upstairs to the changing room with Frank closely behind. ‘Ok strip to your pants’ said Brenda ‘And jump up on the table’. For Chris it felt a bit like being at the doctors. It was also very embarrassing, he had not expected to get naked in front of these people. He stood there just wearing his blue Calvin Kline jockey underpants, slightly shaking. ‘Come on’ said Frank ‘Jump up’. He lay looking at the ceiling, when Frank gabbed his legs and threw them in the air. Attaching them to a hoist in the ceiling. He then pulled a cord and his legs were pulled up into the air lifting his bum off the table. Brenda then grabbed a large pair of scissors and cut straight through the side of Chris’ best underpants. ‘Hey!’ said Chris. ‘Shhh’ said Brenda gently. ‘You’re not going to need them. When you’re back in pants we’ll buy you new ones’. With that she gently removed the cut pants and started to apply cream to Chris’ bottom and around his groin. It felt so weird to Chris to have someone touch him like that. He’d had a brief fling with a girl a year ago, but nothing very intimate. Brenda went over to the shelf and pulled out a nappy. ‘You’ll wear something a bit more special sometimes’ she said. ‘But day to day you’ll most likely be in these. It’s a Euro Tena Slip Ultima Active fit. They’re plastic backed so nice and secure. Your daily driver as Frank and I say, they then both looked at each other and chuckled’. Brenda opened it out then slid it under Chris’s bum. Frank then lowered the hoist such that Chris’s bum rested into the nappy and his knees were bent. Brenda then opened his legs a surprisingly long way and pulled it up tight, and pushed his penis firmly down into it, before securing it with four tapes, one at a time. She then ran her hand around Chris’ bum making sure his leg guards were raised. Which tickled all the way around making Chris giggle. Frank unhooked Chris’ legs and rolled him on his side, before giving him a kind pat on the bum. ‘There you go son, that’s it, all done. Up you get’. Chris sat up. As he did the nappy crinkled and popped. He dropped his legs to the floor and stood up. The bulk of this thing between his skinny legs felt enormous. How on earth was he going to get used to wearing this? ‘Ok son said Frank, that’s it, from now on you need to go, you just go, ok? You don’t need to worry about it, Brenda or I will sort it out’. Chris looked at him and then looked at Brenda, yeah yeah he thought. She nodded affirmatively. He looked down at the disposable nappy he had on in total bewilderment. ‘Do you want to go to your room now and get settled in?’ said Brenda.

Hello everyone! I just finished a project of mine, which I worked on for some month now. Over the years, I commissioned pictures of my Human OC getting adopted and babied by a Pokemon-Family, after he somehow landed in this strange, new world with only Pokemon. The art is from different artists and the outfits sometimes don't match with previous pictures, but I think that's a bit more fun^^ Here a link to the first page of my story caption: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/54775194/ I hope you enjoy the story and pictures^^