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Daily Free-Write April 17, 2023: Farmer's Pet Pt. 2
🕑 Added 2023-04-18 07:09:23 +0000 UTCCW: VHR = Very Horny Read! You have been warned!
Doug was woken up by his new buff daddy picking him up from out of his playpen. Dazed and confused, he looked around, wondering why he was being picked up, he soon discovered why.
"Where are you taking me? Am I going to get another diaper change?" he asked, noting the swollen state of his piss and cum drenched diaper. His hole was a bit sore from all the stimulation, not that he could do much about it. While he expected to be changed, he was surprised when he was instead plopped into a big plastic cushioned chair. Doug's eyes bulged out as the plug in his bum was pressed in deeper, mashing his prostate as his butt ground into the seat below. Before he could react, he was cinched in with a belt around his lap and tummy, holding him down on the chair and making sure the buzzy plug would remain deep in side him. He let out an involuntary moan as this happened.
"Oh," said Harry, who was standing right beside them with a big smile on his face. "I think the little guy is still enjoying the bum treat I gave him. Let's turn it up so he can have an extra special feeding." Harry began to fiddle with his phone again.
"Bum treat? Feeding?" asked Doug. "What are you- ACK! Ohhh...."
Harry's questions turned to moans of pleasure as he was hit by the sensation of the plug vibrating again on his most sensitive and newly discovered backdoor pleasure zone. He was in such a pleasurable daze, smiling and drooling, that he barely noticed as his feet and hands were cinched down. The next thing he knew, he felt a big plastic spoon making its way to his mouth.
"Mmph!" he said in surprise. His open mouth had offered no resistance to the invading spoonful of baby food and now his mouth was full and he was forced to swallow to even attempt to protest.
Doug did so, and it had the consistency of pudding, and luckily, that's what it tasted like.
"Aww, I think he likes it," said the bigger guy. "Here comes more num nums!"
Doug swallowed and immediately opened his mouth to protest, but the big man was already following up with the next spoonfull and Doug barely got a peep out before his mouth was filled again. Again he was forced to swallow, and again he tried to speak up, only now realizing his hands and feet were secured and unable to block the incoming invader. He tried once again to protest only for his mouth to be filled with more pudding.
"That's it!" said the big man, ginning widely and totally oblivious to Doug's distress. "Eat up!" He turned to Harry. "Gosh, Harry. He sure is a hungry little guy! Look how quickly he opens his mouth after I feed him a big bite! I can hardly keep up!"
Before he knew it, Doug had finished a whole bowl of pudding, and it was starting to make his belly bulge. However, Harry was already handing the big guy a second bowl.
"Here you go, Biff! The little guy must be starved! Who knows how long since he last ate! After this he can have a big baba of farm fresh milk! That'll be nice, huh, little guy?"
Dough shook his head, and opened his mouth to protest, but he just got another spoonfulll of mush. This time, it was green and had a vegetable flavor to it. It actually wasn't bad, kind of like a veggie-fruit smoothie, actually. Still, he was plenty full by now and wasn't ready to eat a whole bowl AND a bottle of milk. Too bad he didn't have a choice. He started to fuss and struggle in his restraints but that just encouraged Biff to feed him more.
"Aww, don't worry little guy, it's not a race! I'll feed you allll your num nums. Yes I will!" But as Doug got more insistent and began shaking his head, Biff frowned. "Gosh, the little guy is getting really worked up. I think you'd better up the strength on Baby's butt toy!"
Doug's eyes went wide for half a second before the butt vibrations kicked in and once again made him melt with pleasure. HIs face changed from fussy to a big happy grin, and suddenly it was very easy to feed him.
"Much better!" said Biff. Somehow, Doug was able to swallow the last spoonfuls, expanding his tummy even wider to hold it all. "You know what, I think I better take this little guy out of the tray for his bottle. Maybe feed him in my lap?"
"Oh, you're just looking for an excuse to hold him, you big softie," said Harry, rolling his eyes.
"So what if I am?" asked Biff, untying Doug and taking off the tray.
This was Harry's chance to run, but his legs felt so wobbly from the pleasure, he couldn't even manage to stand up out of the chair. When he tried, he nearly fell out, and Biff barely caught him.
"See? This is why we need to keep you restrained, little guy," said Biff, relieved he had caught be baby before he could get hurt.
Doug whined, fighting to come out of the fog of pleasure induced by his butt buzzing, but his mind was clouded again as the bottle was shoved in his mouth and he felt warm drops of sweet liquid hit his tongue. Instinctively he began sucking as Biff sat down on a nearby couch to craddle Doug in the most cuddly way. Between the warm milk, the warm lap, and the wonderful buzzing sensation invating his behind, Doug was totally blissed out. Even the thick soggy swollen diaper around his waist felt like a nice warm hug as he drank and filled his diaper in equal measure.
Doug could feel the warmth flowing from between his legs, and it was obvious a mix of pee and precum was flowing out freely as he put more liquids and pleasure into his body.
"That's it, little guy! Drink up to be big and strong like your daddies..."
Of course they all knew that would never happen. Doug was so blissed out that he barely did more than jerk and kick his legs as he had his next big orgasm into his locked diaper.
"Aww! He's soooo cute!" cooed Biff.
"Don't get too attached," said Harry. "We still have to take him to the doctor tomorrow and make sure he isn't chipped and owned by anyone else..."
"Aww," whined Biff. Harry, on the other hand, was barely registering their conversation. Alarm bells were ringing somehwere in the back of his mind, but he was still in a dazed fog of pleasure, now halfway through his milk. He would have plenty of time to think about what it all meant when he was in his crib for the night, but for now, he was just being fed and milked. Was there any hope for his escape?
