What Happens in the Lamp, Pt. 2

DISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, humiliation, masturbation/diaper sex, domination, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

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“I-Is this absolutely necessary?”

“Of course, it is! Now quit being so shy and lift up!”

Pulling the long, blue shirt-dress over Hector’s head, Iris brushed out the wrinkles and straightened up the sewn-in white collar. “There you go! Looks like my little champ is all ready for preschool,” she said, placing a yellow bucket hat on top of Hector’s head to complete his ensemble. After running a search for the cutest kiddy outfits online, she just had to see what her master looked like in a Japanese school uniform for kindergarteners. She giggled seeing his diaper peak out from under the hem of his shirt.

“I don’t know…this whole thing is starting to feel very oedipal,” said Hector, blushing as he tugged at his shirt, “I don’t suppose this outfit comes with pants?”

Shaking her head, Iris gave Hector a gentle pat on the bum, causing him to yelp ever so quietly. He hoped Iris wouldn’t notice but sadly, he was dealing with a robot here. “My Goddess, you are just too cute!” said Iris, crouching down and pulling Hector in for a hug.

To Hector’s surprise, Iris’s embrace was warm and comforting, which was the last thing he expected a hug from a robot nanny to be like. He leaned into her soft body, contemplating what material she used to make her physical form out of.

Hector didn’t have much time to question his new caregiver, though, as Iris whisked him off of his feet and lifted him into the air before positioning him in the crux of her arm. “What would you like to do first, my little genie? We could play a game or have lunch. I can even lay you down for a nap if you’d like,” she cooed, rocking him gently as she talked.

“A nap? I’ll have you know that I haven’t needed to sleep once in several millennia!” shouted Hector, rolling his eyes at such an assertion. Why humans choose to waste a third of their lives unconscious was beyond him. Then again, they were mere mortals, so any chance of escaping their own pitiful reality was a joy to be had. He folded his arms, unamused by his caregiver’s suggestions.

However, unlike what was typical of Hector and Iris’s dynamic, Iris had paid little mind to Hector’s protests. “Oh, come now. Sleeping means the chance to dream, and babies always have such marvelous dreams,” she said, booping Hector on the nose with her pointer finger. Sadly, this was as much as she could.

While Iris wished she had the ability to give Hector the true human baby experience, she was held back by the way Hector had programmed her. Unless instructed otherwise, she could not act alone, needing his verbal consent to do anything.

“Nonsense, dreams are nothing more than projected thoughts. Most humans don’t even remember them,” said Hector, determined to be right while being cradled in Iris’s arms. Looking around the room, he pondered what to do, since napping was certainly out of the question. Unfortunately, his familiarity with actual human infant behavior was somewhat limited, leaving him feeling like a kid in a candy store. “What do you think we should try first?”

Tapping her chin, Iris considered Hector’s question. She had several ideas she’d love to try out, but telling him about them would ruin the surprise, which was half the fun. Lightbulb! “Well master, that is up to you. I’m only allowed to obey your wishes and cannot act on my own,” she said pointedly, dropping her fishing line in the river, “I wish there was more I could do but it can’t be helped. You’ll just have to make my decisions for me.”

“Isn’t that unusual for infants?” asked Hector, nibbling at Iris’s fishing line, “Unless I’m mistaken, I highly doubt mortals that have aged into maturity would take orders from someone who cannot control their bodily functions.”

Cracking a soft smile, Iris nodded along with her master’s thinking. “It does seem odd, doesn’t it? I’m sorry I cannot give you the full adult baby experience you were hoping for,” she said, sensing how close he was to taking the bait.

“Is there some way to temporarily remove the obedience restriction?” questioned Hector, redness invading his cheeks yet again. Why was it so embarrassing to ask such a simple question? It’s not as though he was asking for a way to give Iris complete control. “Just for an hour or two…to see what it was like.”

Like a sport fisherman reeling in their big prize, Iris was elated to hear Hector’s question. “I am set to obey your every command. If you command me to no longer need to listen to you, I will do as I am requested.”

Raising an eyebrow, Hector had been around the Sun far too many times to not be suspicious of such an offer. When it came to humans, they were easy to read as they were often driven by selfish desires. However, this was a machine. Could a machine even have an ulterior motive? Deciding to throw caution to the wind and trust in the AI system he installed in his lamp. “Okay but only for one hour,” he said, his heart thumping like a jackrabbit. He couldn’t explain it but it felt so thrilling and freeing to give up control, even if it was only for an hour.

Meanwhile, Iris’s mechanical mind was firing on all cylinders, buzzing with a multitude of ideas. Imbued with the power of motherhood, her grip on Hector’s body tightened as she held him against her body. “As you wish, my master,” she said, leaning down and planting a soft kiss on his forehead.

For Hector, Iris’s innocuous kiss was breathtaking, once again reminding him of his youth from thousands of years ago. It was both intoxicating and overwhelming. Speaking of intoxication, “I don’t think I had enough of that Scotch. Can you bring me two fingers, Iris,” he said, casually forgetting the situation he’d put himself in.

“Sorry, baby boy, but that’s a grown-up drink!” said Iris, her smile growing as she watched the realization hit Hector like a ton of bricks. If he wanted that drink, he should’ve asked before he gave her control. Thankfully, Iris was ready with something far more nourishing to gulp down. She shifted Hector into one arm and lowered her top over her massive breast, flustering the helpless genie. “I think this would be much more appropriate.

Before Hector could protest, Iris quickly rotated his body in her arms and positioned his head under her tantalizing tit, causing him to feel smaller than he already was. “I-Iris, I-mmmmMF!” said Hector, unable to finish his words as Iris slid her taut nipple into his gaping mouth. Instantly, creamy milk gushed from Iris’s boobs and filled his mouth to the brim, forcing him to swallow.

Being a celestial being, a genie’s memory was infallible. Even thousands of years later, the taste of a genuine Goddess’s milk was still fresh on his tongue as if he’d been drinking it every day for the last ten thousand years. Shockingly, that same flavor was wrapping itself around his tongue now. “Wasn’t she a robot? How did she possess breasts with actual mother’s milk in them?” These questions swirled in Hector’s mind as he guzzled down Iris’s surprisingly sweet nectar.

With her hand cupping the back of Hector’s head, Iris roamed throughout the nursery, making a mental checklist of all the things she wanted to try out with her master. She only had one hour, so there was no time to be indecisive. Nursing was a great start but she needed to step up her game from here if she wanted Hector to request this scenario more often. Using her free hand, she gently began rubbing the genie’s tummy, dancing her digits in small circles across his torso.

For Hector, this had a strangely soothing effect on him. There was something both delightful and sensual about having a giant woman’s hand caressing your body. Embarrassingly, in his relaxed state, he failed to control the blood flow to his cock, feeling his geniehood pressing hard against the soft walls of his diaper. He tried to causally shift it with his partially pinned arms, hoping to calm his raging hard-on down before Iris noticed.

“Is that for me?” giggled Iris, informing Hector that it was too late to conceal his shame. He opened his mouth to explain himself but this only prompted Iris to stuff more of her titty flesh between his lips. “Don’t worry, there’s nothing to worry about. While it’s true that actual human infants can’t get aroused, it’s quite common for adult babies, such as yourself. Don’t worry, Nanny Iris can take care of that too.”

Not waiting for a response, Iris’s hands traveled from Hector’s stomach to his diaper as she dragged her fingers across the plastic, crinkly surface. While she was unable to experience genuine human pain, she felt the added pressure of Hector’s teeth sinking into her lactating breast as she rubbed his padded stiffy. “Mmmm, that feels good, doesn’t it, my little genie? Are you going to make milkies for Nanny whilst drinking Nanny’s milkies?” she teased, relishing in the way his cheeks flared up. It was clear he was thoroughly enjoying himself, even if he’d never admit as much.

Unable to break away from the pleasurable hold that Iris had on him, Hector moaned and exhaled harshly through his nose as he continued to guzzle down the seemingly endless supply of milk that his Nanny bot was graciously filling him with. At last, he was finally beginning to see why his mortal victims had become so enamored with his punishing gifts. There was something effortlessly tantalizing about being pushed into a world of pleasure while control of your life has been ripped from your hands.

Moreover, it wasn’t just the power dynamics that were turning Hector on. Lo and behold, it turned out that the high and mighty genie found diapers to be quite a turn-on. At first, he didn’t really understand it, seeing it as nothing more than an infantile undergarment. But now that Iris was giving him a fluffy diaper handjob, he couldn’t get enough of it. Secretly in the past, he’d many times folded a pillow in half to mimic a butt and had his way with it. It was basically the same effect, only this crinkly cushion was moving without his autonomy.

Squealing from beneath Iris’s heavy milk sac, Hector reached the mountaintop and proceeded to soil his fresh diaper with a large helping of semen. Unlike humans, genie ejaculations lasted for several minutes and were incredibly messy. It's why he never liked to masturbate without a condom on. However, with the diaper acting as a basin, all of his seed was quickly soaked up by the thirsty padding, causing it to sag as if he’d used it for other means. Surprisingly, even though he’d just finished climaxing, his dick was still stiff as a board as globs of slimy jizz swirled around in his nappy.

Mercifully, or perhaps unfortunately depending on your point of view, even though Hector was still horny for more, Iris pulled her teet from his mouth, deciding it was best not to tucker him out too soon. Besides, she still had much of her hour left and so many fun things she wanted to try! “Did my baby boy enjoy his milkies?” she cooed, rubbing her forehead lovingly against his.

“It…was certainly something,” said Hector, not yet willing to vocalize his obvious satisfaction. Still panting to catch his breath after such an intense sexual release, he eased back into her large arms and allowed himself to enjoy the moment. She’d be making all the decisions for the rest of the hour, something he was becoming fond of. With how stressful and time-consuming his job was, getting the chance to genuinely unwind and letting someone else make all of his decisions was the most relaxing thing in the world.

*Bzzzzzzz Bzzzzzzz*

Just as Hector was coming to accept his new role, the beads on his wrist began to vibrate, signaling that a mortal had once again found his lamp and was in the process of summoning him. “Oh, for fuck sake,” he groaned, beyond displeased that he couldn’t even get an hour in his vacation nursery to relax, “Set me down and bring me my clothes, Iris. We’ll pick up where we left off when I get back.” He mentally began to go down the list of the most horrible items in his arsenal, ready to ruin the life of whoever ruined his private time.

However, as Hector tried to leap out of Iris’s arms, he found that her hold on him was too tight to wiggle out of. “Um, Earth to Iris? Job comes before pleasure sadly,” he said, struggling to break loose from her embrace.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. You look as cute as a button,” said Iris walking toward the elevator with Hector in her arms. As she walked, her physical form began to shrink, becoming short enough to enter the elevator but still big enough to comfortably restrain Hector in her arms, “I’m sure whoever summons you will be delighted to have such a cutie for a genie.”

Panic set in for Hector as he and Iris boarded the elevator. He watched with terror gripping his immortal soul as his once loyal robot nanny pressed two buttons: the alter room and the release button, setting him along the path of exiting the lamp, diaper and all. “W-WAIT! IRIS, PUT ME DOWN THIS INSTANT!” commanded Hector, unable to break free from Iris’s incredibly tight hold. If he could only free his arms, he could apparate to the other side of the lamp to get as far away from Iris’s physical form as possible. Unfortunately, that kind of magic did require the use of his hands, so as long as Iris kept him trapped in a cradled position, he was powerless.

“Awww, does my silly billy still think he’s in charge? I suppose it can’t be helped. Only a doughy-headed baby would forget that I don’t have to listen to him for the rest of the hour,” said Iris, rubbing in her authority with no remorse. While she did care for Hector as her master, she also was able to see how much he loved being bossed around and embarrassed. Like it or not, he had a humiliation and a domination kink, and she was going to exploit that to bring as much pleasure into his life as possible from now on.

*DING!*

Iris’s smile grew as the elevator doors parted, allowing her to gaze upon the magnificence of the altar room for the first time. Hector had intentionally blocked her from accessing this room, wanting to keep the raw power of the lamp to himself. She never really minded though. As a machine, she would be unable to wield the raw power as Hector did to create and bless magical items, nor could she benefit from any of the magical items before her. Instead, it was an innate sense of curiosity that fueled her desire to see this room and it did not disappoint.

Trotting along the central pathway and arriving at the stone altar, Iris looked out from the pedestal at the wide expanse of glowing pink orbs and the empty darkness that lay beyond them. “Alright, little genie, time to show Nanny your amazing powers,” she said, not exactly sure what Hector needed to do to activate the altar.

Pouting, Hector had no intention of helping Iris. “Why should I help you when you won’t listen to me?,” he said, sounding far whinier than usual, “If you're set on humiliating me, you can do so without my aid.”

“Oh, really?” said Iris, rotating Hector in her arms until his butt was facing up, “Because bad babies who don’t listen get punished.” She placed her hand on his diapered rear, giving it a slow, ominous rub.

As Hector’s anger rose, so did his fear. He gulped hard and tried to stomach his cowardice as he made a desperate attempt at intimidation, “You wouldn’t.”

“We’ve still got another 51 minutes together. Try me,” said Iris, showing off that, unlike a living soul, she possessed no fear of death. Wanting to add a punctuation mark to her threat, she wound up her arm and harshly brought it down on his diaper-covered ass with great force.

Hector bellowed out an undignified shriek. Having never been struck before, it was an unfamiliar and unfriendly pain that he had no interest in experiencing again. It was only one spank but one was all it took for Iris to make her point crystal clear. “Can you at least give me some pants after this?” he asked, receiving no answer as he closed his eyes and let the energy of the altar pass through him. In an instant, he felt the spirit of the person summoning him and knew exactly which item to give them. He needn’t do anything more. Before long, the cloud of pink bubbles parted as a single item floated to the altar. “It’s done. I can’t access the item until I summon it outside of the lamp. Now let me go so I can-HEY!”

Before Hector could finish, Iris left her spot on the altar and made her way back to the elevator, setting her master down inside. “Have fun, little one! I’ll be sure to have a yummy lunch and a fresh diapee waiting for you when you get back,” she said, waving goodbye as the door closed again, leaving Hector all alone.

As soon as Iris was out of sight, Hector frantically rushed to the control panel, trying to find some way to stop the elevator from sending him up and out. Tragically, the altar room was the closest to the spout of the lamp, meaning that there were no other floors between it and the exit. There was nothing he had time to do as the elevator came to a stop and his body began to evaporate into the ceiling. “Iris! I swear I’m gonna rip your-”

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“-circuits out when I get back!” screamed Hector as he emerged in the human realm. Standing across from him with the magic lamp in their hands, a group of three college-aged kids stared with extreme amusement at the diapered genie they had summoned. One of them slowly raised their phone up, snapping a picture of him to permanently capture the unbelievable sight.

Frozen in a mix of pure shock and unadulterated shame, Hector could do nothing more than grow yet another hard-on as he felt strangely aroused by everything that was happening. His rampant, horny thoughts only served to prove Iris’s assumptions correct. He was a pervert who wanted to be sexually humiliated and degraded, whether he realized it or not.

Stepping forward from the human trio, the girl in the middle who was holding the lamp snickered as she approached him, “So, like, do baby genies still grant three wishes?”

THE END.