Falling for a Femme Fatale – Ch. 6 (Commission)

Thanks as ever to PJChloro for commissioning this one!

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I struggle slowly back to consciousness once more… and in doing so, find yet again that maybe it would have been better to stay conked out.

"It still just cracks me up, you know – seeing you wrapping that pathetic cock of his in a freaking diaper." It's Victoria's voice, accompanied by the lilting laughter of the green-eyed goddess I've fallen for. "Oh, me too!" Amber chortles, and I shiver at the sensation of gloved hands tightening around my exposed cock, tugging it upward and enrobing it in what must be another thick wad of tissues. "Though I'm still not sure which I like better: bundling up his wittle pee-pee like this, or stuffing that dirty little booty-hole of his nice and full…"

I writhe at that – but find, much to my own dazed chagrin, that something already seems to have happened to the booty-hole in question. It feels not simply plugged, as it was earlier. It feels positively stretched – bloated – straining painfully around what to my recoiling body feels like the largest plug imaginable. Oh, fuck- I- how could they? At this rate they're going to seriously mess me up. They're going to hurt me for real!

But even as I blink back the panic and force my eyes open, I remember that I'm in the hands of at least one medically trained nurse. And somehow, I bet Amber knows exactly how horrifyingly far she can push my body before something actually breaks.

"Yeah, I'm telling ya – plugs are the bomb," Victoria agrees, and from somewhere above and behind my head I can hear the rustling of another disposable diaper. "I've never met a guy yet who isn't improved with a fucking plug in his ass. It's like it switches off their man-brain, ya know? Makes 'em feel vulnerable or whatever, I dunno. But fuck: once they're feeling like that…" She cackles, and now I can feel my limp legs and lower torso being hoisted off the table and into the air by two sets of gloved hands. "Well, they're ten times more fun to play with!"

And so they complete their work as I wince and blink helplessly up at the ceiling of Amber's oversized nursery. Of course there's some massive plug in my ass – for which I can only assume I have Victoria to thank. There's the tissues Amber heaps up around my limp cock, taking special care to tug back my foreskin and nestle an extra layer of tissues around my shiveringly sensitive glans. But as always, it's the diaper they swaddle me in that makes me shudder the most. It's just so loud… so thick… so unbelievably, horrifically infantile…

And yeah. Maybe it's the mortifying knowledge that I'm probably going to end up flooding it until it bursts that makes me cringe the most.

"Look, he's awake again! And just in time for his evening show, don't you think?" Victoria's giggling as they tug me upward, clad in only the absurdly thick, rustling diaper around my waist and the leather panel gag securing some kind of phallus-like nipple – along with another stupid wad of tissues – into my mouth. "Come on, PJ! You were such a good boy taking your punishment feeding tonight. So we've decided that you deserve to watch a little show with us before your bedtime!"

Of course I can't resist even if I wanted to – not with these cuffs on my wrists, and not in the presence of two such commanding… beautiful… and yes, slightly tipsy women. So forward I trudge between them, the deafening crinkle of my own fresh diaper almost as mortifying as the condescending laughter of my captors. Every waddling step makes my ass twinge – but it's nothing compared to the stab of pain radiating out from my very core when they force my padded ass down onto the living room floor.

"And now… just to make sure you don't try squirming away. We like a captive audience, after all!"

Backward they propel me, these two beautiful women. Backward into the corner, deep into the waiting embrace of a giant stuffed teddy bear. Back and above my head they secure my wrists, leaving them to dangle helplessly above my shoulders. Outward they tug my naked legs, affixing a meter-long spreader bar between each cuffed ankle. Around one open thigh Victoria smilingly tapes a magic wand vibrator, deliberately pressing its bulbous head firmly into the crinkling depths of my diapered crotch. And then… they're finished. There I sit on my aching ass: a captive, double-plugged man-baby, staring mutely up in growing horror at the fresh new predicament into which I've just been forced.

"Oh, sweetie, aren't you just a perfect sight?" It's Amber, smiling down now and reaching forward to ruffle my tousled hair before switching on the vibrator. "Now, stay put for us, okay? It's high time you got to see what real women like to do in private. And listen: don't go to sleep on us, or Nurse Amber is gonna be very mad with you!"

"Really? I'd love to see that…" Victoria smirks, and with a flick of her wrist she's sent one shoulder of her perilously low-cut, cream-colored blouse shivering down. "You know I love it when you get worked up, Amber. So tell me… what would happen if I slipped out of these boring old clothes? Maybe… stayed over tonight? Showed you some of the things I'd love to do with you?"

Fuck, this- it's like some lame porno! Are they- they're really going to put on this kind of act? Right here?

They most certainly are. And I'm left to stare like some captive, babyfied pervert, the wand humming tortuously against my trapped and twitching cock, while the sights and sounds of feminine lovemaking fill the air. "Mmmm, yeah!" "Oh, baby, that's it. Yes, just like- just like that-" "Oh, fuck… Amber, you little slut! How did you ever learn to do that?! You ought to be spanked!" Garment after garment slips unneeded to the ground, and before long the two are shamelessly naked, writhing and panting on the couch, their arousal swelling before my eyes.

Oh, god. This is beyond anything I could ever have imagined! Sure, I've fantasized about getting it on with Amber – undressing those luscious curves, maybe gazing down into her hungry green eyes before lowering myself down and thrusting into her. Oh, how she would squeal and cry in lusty admiration at my girth and length! How she would twist and moan, calling out my name, perhaps – panting as I fucked her gently at first, and then with growing urgency as we would near a glorious climax together…

Nope. All those dreams seem pathetic now – just as pathetic as the mute, pained twitching of my imprisoned cock within its infantile (and yes, already saturated) padding. I'm shuddering and gulping in growing need, aching to join those two beautiful women before me. God, those enormous breasts! Those smooth thighs! What I wouldn't give for just a taste of those luscious, panting lips. Just a taste – just for a moment…

"I think our pervy little baby toy needs some attention, don't you?" Victoria's sneer cuts through my haze of arousal, and I gulp once more around the thick phallus gag. "Here, why don't we see how good he is at eating a girl out?"

That's how I find myself, whimpering softly at the renewed pain in my ass, being unbuckled, u-gagged, and forced down onto the plush carpet. That's how I end up gazing helplessly into Victoria's eyes as Amber tucks a fresh bundle of tissues around my neck like a literal bib – then trembling as Victoria forces my hands down above my head with another giggle. And yes, that's also how I end up shuddering – in mingled longing and humiliation – at the sight of Amber's visibly leaking cunt lowering toward my defenseless face.

I do it, of course. I gasp and lick and suck and lick again, because I literally have no choice. And just when I think I've finished – when Amber's warm, vise-like thighs grip tight around my head and I, blind and mute beneath her, hear and feel her convulsing in loud cries of pleasure – I find that I'm only half done.

Because, you see, Victoria wants a turn with the baby toy, too.

"Oh- fuck! Harder, you pathetic little baby!" "Oh- oh- oh-" "HhnnnngghhhH! Oh, yes! FUCK MEEEE!" Victoria's a loud one, all right. I'm sweating profusely by the time she rises from my face and I blink into the light once more through the sticky mess of my own drool and the juices of these two lusty women. Maybe… maybe now I'm done? Maybe now they'll finally let me cum?

"Fuck, that's fun! Don't suppose we can go again?" Amber giggles at her friend's panted query, and my breath hitches in sudden panic – but no. She's shaking her head and reaching for one of her ever-present tissue boxes. "Oh, sweetie, careful – it's already way past PJ's bedtime! Besides, I don't think he'll be up to it for much longer – not once that formula starts doing its job…"

"Aww…" The fact that Victoria glances down at me with evident regret gives me a brief flash of something akin to satisfaction – but then it vanishes as Amber approaches with the inevitable bundle of sweet-smelling tissues.

"Night-night for baby!" she sing-songs, clamping the rustling mass around my sticky face. I gulp and tense instinctively, willing myself to hold my breath for as long as I can. Sure, I know it's futile. But why give them the satisfaction? Besides… it's actually an incredible sight: these two nude women, gleaming with sweat and glowing from orgasmic bliss, bending over me like this. Maybe I can prolong this lewd spectacle for just a minute longer…

But then something happens that sends me shuddering into uncomprehending shock. The giant plug within me jolts to life, responsive to the remote between Victoria's manicured fingers. The inevitable consequence being, of course, that I let out a cry of surprise from beneath the tissues… and take a deep breath. Flooding my poor system with perhaps its heftiest dose of chloroform yet.

Well, at least, I think that's what happened. The world seems to go dark a few seconds later, so this is really just to the best of my recollection. It's what I'm able to piece together later that night: when I awaken in a fresh misery, and Amber comes to tend to her moaning, shaking, crib-bound little baby toy…

But that's another story.

(To be continued!)