Surrender, Surrender

Chapter 3
...Surrender

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Chapter Description: Monday evening. Addicted to the vulnerability and intimacy of their AB/DL moments together, Baby Joey finds himself insisting on a little bit of AR magic... a kind of magic Baby Timmy is all too willing to provide.

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Timmy hopped to his knees and patted the front of his new wet diapee.

"Fank you, baby bwuver," he said to Joey -- but before the latter could sit back up, Timmy’s got one hand on Joey’s chest and he’s pushing him back down to lie flat against the crib sheet. Kneeling between the younger man’s bare legs, Timmy leaned down to give a playful lick to the tip of Joey’s own little peepee.

The still very adult cock, pumping with deliciously agonizing lust, responded with a constant, transparent dribble.

Timmy leaned back and smiled and looked deeply into Joey’s eyes to make sure that his beautifully forward act made Joey feel good -- and, upon seeing Joey’s expression of contentment, Timmy bobbed his head downward again to give the plum of Joey’s cock head a gentle, playful suckle.

Timmy allowed his warm mouth to linger on Joey’s five-inch peepee, nursing on it like a pacifier.

Joey shivered and squirmed at the touch of Timmy’s tongue, feeling completely helpless and at the older man’s control; Joey nursed from his thumb and dribbled from his peepee, taking a break from his suckling to gasp out "Ohhh... dat feel good, Timmy..."

Then Timmy descended upon him again and Joey felt his toes curl a bit, his balls boiling with need, and he whined and squirmed as his friend nursed from what was quickly becoming a little baby cock...

...All of a sudden, Joey felt Timmy’s mouth grow bigger and more roomy around it... or perhaps Joey’s penis was actually getting smaller! With each suckle Timmy gave to the younger boy’s leaking member, Joey’s cock regressed, still staying hard like a grown-up’s but becoming littler and littler...

...just like a little kid’s... ...and then a baby’s...

"Ohhh... Timmy..." Joey cooed, half in confusion and half in lust, "...you givin’ Joey a real baby peepee..."

Timmy mumbled "Uh-huh" as he took another loving, lustful slurp. Then he slowed his sucking, knowing that the special magic that he has always shared with Joey makes wonderful things such as this most vulnerable of moments possible.

Joey could feel his hard peepee and balls continue to contract to the sizes sported by the average three-year-old... then by a two-year-old...

...Then Timmy gently releases Joey’s peepee from his mouth to reveal that Joey’s been left with a one-year-old baby boner.

"Now it’ll be even easier to get you in your diapees, baby bwuver." Timmy reached for Joey’s hand.

Joey blushed deeply as he looked between his legs and saw less than an inch of hardon sticking out from above a practically-empty sack.

"An’... an’..." Joey surmised, "Joey won’t be able to contwol hims peepees anymore..." He grinned up mischievously and gratefully at his partner in regression. "Fank you so much, Timmy... I... uh... I fink it might be a good idea to stick a diapee underneath me..."

Timmy took Joey’s hand in his and brought it down to his infantile penis where a clear drop of precum still glistened. Timmy coated Joey’s thumbsucking thumb in the sweet nectar and guided it back to Joey’s mouth.

"Taste this, baby bwuver, while I get you into a new diapee."

Joey obeyed, suckling his sexual juices from his finger while Timmy proceeded to lift Joey’s feet at the ankles and slide a fresh diapee under the boy’s hairless little bottom.

He blushed as he nursed the sweet sexual output from his thumb... he found himself at once so under Timmy’s control that he had indeed become addicted to giving more and more of it away. And that’s why he felt he had to take the next step.

"Befow you tape it up, Baby Timmy... Joey hassa idea..."

Timmy smiled down at Joey while he powdered his infantile peepee. "Tell me."

"Do... do you want to know how to take away -- *gulp* -- Joey’s abiwity to howd in hims messies?"

Timmy smiled. "You know you have to tell me everything. You can’t hide anything from your big bwuver..."

Joey groaned and frowned and blushed. He squirmed around naked between Timmy as he powdered him.

"Hafta.... teww Timmy... everyting..." he pants, barely believing he was a verb away from giving this secret away. Certainly a far cry from the independent young man who drove himself to the movies the previous night.

But Joey just couldn’t help himself, and he just couldn’t help but seek to remove every last vestige of his adulthood, one by one... surrendering them all to Timmy, his big bruvver, where they well and truly belonged.

Joey lifted his head up a it and nodded at the massive tent in Timmy’s diaper. At the big, manly cock he had trapped in there; from it, dangling two balls full of his hot, virile seed.

"It’s magic," said Joey. "Magic that will take away my ability to hold in my messies... then I’ll be in dipees fowevah..."

He gulped, then went on to say...

"If you take your peepee out the top of your diaper, Timmy... and you fill Joey’s bottom u-up wif it... an’... an’ you make stickies inside Joey’s little baby tushie... then he’ll have a real little baby tushie for good an’ he won’t be able to help what comes out of it... ever again..."

Joey blushed a new shade of crimson. Timmy, for his part, grinned.

"Good boy, Joey," he said. "That’s what I was waiting for."

Joey bit on his thumb softly and felt as though he had done a very good thing by telling Timmy his secret.

Timmy pulled the tapes back from his wet diaper and lets it land on the padded crib mat with a squishy thud, revealing the older boy’s hairless erection, throbbing with magical power.

"I finally get to help you be the little baby I know you are. I get to take away your most intimate aspect of control."

Joey nod-nodded in barely-concealed excitement as he squirmed on his unfolded diaper. He spread his legs a bit. Then he offered himself to his brother by lifting up his knees and pulling them back to the sides of his head.

"Take my contwow away, Timmy... pwease... make Joey your dependent widdwe bwuvver..."

Timmy scooted closer to Joey and lifted Joey’s ankles up over his shoulders. He rest the tip of his throbbing erection at the gateway to Joey’s hairless boyhole.

"Joey, you know you’ll be just like a helpless little one-year-old, right?"

Joey swallowed an anxious lump in his throat as he felt the stiff, throbbing plum of Timmy’s cock head press tantalizingly against his hairless little pink pucker...

"I... I know dat, Timmy... I’ll be as helpless as a itty-bitty baby... can’t control hims peepee... can’t control hims messy... will need to be in dipees all the time, even in public, where you -- *gulp* -- will have to check him every so often, in front of... in front of ebberyone..."

"That’s right, baby bwuver. In front of ebberyone. And with each diaper change you’ll become more and more dependent... on me.

Before Joey could say another word, Timmy grabbed the boy firmly by the hips and pulled the willing Joey onto his waiting erection. Joey’s back slid across the nursery print crib sheets as Timmy impaled the eager boy and began to thrust.

"Time to take all control away, baby Joey."

Joey "Eeep!"ed and clutched on to the crib sheets in lustful surprise as he felt his big, strong brother drag him onto his tense, pulsating cock. Instantly he felt his sphincter loosen and tighten around the throbbing rod... he felt so full of his brother at that moment, so full of love and fulfillment as Timmy’s penis filled him up, aching and prepared to steal away from Joey the lst little it of manhood and independence he had left...

The younger boy felt Timmy’s full hanging nuts slap against his bottom... he knew they were filled with magic and manliness and stickies just aching to get out and paint the little boy into which Timmy thrusts and thrusts and thrusts...

Timmy felt his own hairless balls tighten as he prepared to deliver the magical load that would return Joey to babyhood forever. The sight of Joey’s bouncing little baby dick only aroused him more. He breathed in the combined scent of sweat and baby powder and wet diapers.

Joey howled out of need and satisfaction and helpless infantile gratitude as he felt Timmy prepared to fill him up with white hot lust... at the very thought of it, Joey’s tiny baby dick burped up two barely-visible lines of cum onto the boy’s hairless tummy...

...then he started to wet himself... to wet all over his tummy and chest and the diaper beneath him... just like an itty-bitty baby.

Timmy got pushed over the edge by Joey’s tiny little stickies and subsequent loss of control. With one final lustful thrust Timmy drove his penis deep into Joey as far as it would go and held the boy in a vise grip hold while his penis unloaded the magical regressive seed in powerful, aching-hot fits and starts. He reveled in his orgasm as Joey babbled and drooled in infantile ecstasy.

Joey bent and squirmed and twitched off his last few dribbles of uncontrolled accident as he felt Timmy’s massive load of magical seed pump through his little hole and paint his insides, filling him up from the inside out, warming his guts and stripping from him the last of his toilet training... permanently. He babbled and drooled and looked up at Timmy with love and gratitude in his eyes as he witnessed his big brother enjoy the magnificent sensation of emptying a pair of burgeoning testicles.

"Pull out of me slowly, please, Timmy... feed me some of your seed..."

Joey barely had the strength to put the request together.

"There’s more magic in your seed, big bruvver, when you place it on my tongue..."

Timmy nodded and pulled out gently, slipping carefully out of the sensitive opening that will never again feel the conscious control of toilet training.

"You know what will happen, don’t you?" warned Timmy.

Joey gulped and nodded. "It will take away my ability to talk like a gwown-up whenever I want... I will constantly and unavoidably slip into baby babble in public places and when it’s most embarrassing..."

Timmy smiled, impressed by Joey’s deductive skills. "Good boy."

Joey leaned up and, without delay, slurped the warm nectar from Timmy’s cock, ensuring that, proportionately, he’s far more baby than man... and will be more baby than man forever.

"I know you had to tell me," smiled Timmy.

"Abba babba goo..." Joey said in gratitude... blushing and giggling at himself when his ears intercepted the very sound of it. "Fank oo..."

Timmy smiles broadly at the instant transformation that has taken over. With his cock beginning to deflate, Timmy slips back so that he is squarely over Joey’s tiny baby peepee and open daper... and lets his cock release a warm golden stream before bringing the diaper closed.

"Here you go, baby," Timmy mused, aiming his stream along his squirming, sweating charge’s crotch. "Some of my pee should even take away your ability to walk from time to time."

Joey "oooh"ed and "aaah"ed in infantilized and yet sexualized moans and groans as he felt his big bruvver Timmy mark him with his hot golden pee... he is undeniably Timmy’s helpless little baby now, and he shivered with glee as the sopping diaper was taped securely to him, prepared to handle the babyish loss of control with which he has been so wonderfully doomed.

Joey pointed at his wet former diaper, which Timmy had removed before stealing away the young man’s toilet training.

"Timmy wan’ diapee?" he smiled.

Timmy then brought Joey into a tender, loving embrace and whispered into his ear... "Pwease, Joey... wan’ diapee, too."

Joey had to grin at the delicious premise. In the space of a mere hour he had lost his abilities to make it to the toilet, to talk like a grown-up, to even walk of his own volition... he truly became Timmy’s baby bruvver, totally dependent, and yet totally loving and satisfied-- the sheer gravity of it caused a deep rumble in his tummy he immediately attributed to butterflies.

Joey held Timmy warmly and smiled as he whispered wetly into the older boy’s ear. "Den a diapee you shall hab, big bwo..."

He laid Timmy back on the crib linens and prepared the squishy diaper from the previous night. He slipped the garment beneath Timmy... and, with every motion, felt the growing of an intense and threatening rumbling in his tummy as he worked...

...butterflies they were not.

Timmy noticed the look on Joey’s face and softly chuckled. "Awww... what’s happening, baby bruvver?"

Joey lifted the front of the diaper up between Timmy’s thighs and held it over his deflated cock. "Oh, nothing..." *rumble rumble* "Oww... ernf..." ...and taped each side securely.

"You sure you’re okay, little one?" Timmy grinned.

"I’m sure," smiled Joey, and then the smile went away. He whined and frowned in desperation and he bit his lip and he turned downward to look at Timmy in horror and surprise... but there was no time even to contemplate or change his position...

...Joey fell on Timmy, naked chest on naked chest, diaper on diaper, and embraced the bigger boy tightly as he uncontrollably pooped his diaper, the seat of it flaring out like a balloon as a ton of unattractive sounds came out of the 28-year-old.

Timmy wrapped his arms around Joey and held the boy tight as he experienced his first total loss of control.

"There you go," Timmy cooed. "Just like a one-year-old. Did widdle Joey make poopies wike a widdwe tiny in-fant?"

Joey bit his lip when he finished squeezing off the last humiliating deposit he had to make to his already-soaked and partially-cummy diaper.

"J...Joey may’ poopieth, Timmy... just--" *happy sniffle* "--just a baby... Timmy’th infunt..."

Timmy patted the bottom of the freshly-bloated diaper so Joey could get the full feeling of his return to babyhood.

"That’s right, Joey... you’re my widdwe baby bruvver. And I’ll always be here for you... so don’t you worry... this is just how you’re supposed to be..."

"...helpless..."

"...little..."

"...just a baby..."

Timmy tickled Joey under the chin. The latter boy involuntarily babbled "Aaaa gooo baa daaa baa!"

Joey had tried to say "You make us little baby boys feel so special and loved... thank you."

But, even though it didn’t come out that way, he was pretty sure Timmy got the idea.

to be continued...

...coming up next: AB Reality

 

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