Daily Free-Write November 10, 2021: Room for Rent Pt. 11.4 (Patreon)

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"Up we go, baby boy," said Colt, waking up a few minutes later. Robbie barely stirred, so Colt picked him up. "It's time we finish this nap in a proper bed, huh?"

Robbie made a nonsensical sleep-noise, as Colt carried him up to the nursery to finish his nap in his crib. He laid the boy down, patting his thick diaper, which was already well on its way to being soaked. Then he quietly left the room, carefully closed the door, and went back to his office where he could get a nice view of the latest updates on asshole Brandon's new life. He unzipped his pants and began playing with his cock in anticipation of what he would see.

Sure enough, the asshole Brandon was progressing in his baby reprogramming. He was now hairless from head to toe, and looked just the part of a chubby baby in nothing but his thick diapers. Colt watched as brandon was brought over to the high chair in his nursery for another meal. Whether it was in the nursery, or at school, the procedure was the same. First he was secured in the chair, one specially designed to give a perfect view of his face, and also his diaper. His legs were kept wide apart to show off his slowly yellowing diaper, leaving no doubt of his condition as an incontinent, helpless baby. His speech was beginning to regress as well.

"I dun wanna dwink miwk. I wan big boy food!"

But his protests fell on deaf ears as a nurse came in and held up a bottle and shook it in front of his face.

"Will you drink the bottle?"

"NO!"

"Will you drink the bottle?"

"NO baba!" yelled Brandon, his face turning red in anger. The nurse set the bottle down on the tray. He knocked it down. She set it upright again. He pushed it off the tray.

"Drink this bottle, or you'll get the feeding hose again," warned the nurse, before setting the bottle down a third time.

"NONONONONO!" yelled Brandon, knocking if off again.

"Okay,  then," said the nurse, reaching up and grabbing hold of the inflatable gag that was hanging above Brandon. It had been fashioned to look like a pacifier, but it was really a bulb that expanded to fill Brandon's mouth and stay in place as whatever substance they wished was pumped into Brandon's mouth. On today's menu was formula and oat mush with extra fiber.

"Mmmff!" yelled Brandon into the rubber bulb as it was inflated to stay in place. The nurse quickly brought the straps of the gag around his head and secured them behind with practiced hands. Brandon, whose hands were secured to the chair, had no chance of stopping this from happening. He could only sit there and watch while mush and formula was pumped down the tube toward his mouth. He knew from experience what came next. A large meal of pablum that would swell his belly and make him use his diapers even more. He also knew that the cameraa was capturing every minute of it. And he could tell what it was capturing because the screen was up for him to see on a tv monitor directly across from him. He could watch the live feed and all the comments about him as he grunted and struggled. Watch his tummy expand. Watch his diaper suddenly turn very yellow as his body released more liquid in exchange for what it was getting from the feeding tube. .His tummy rumbled and he feared a lot more than that would be captured on the lunch camera today.

"Just think, little Brandy," said the nurse. "This could all have been avoided if you just drank the bottle."

Brandon thought. Maybe it was better to just drink the bottle. The nurse shook the bottle in front of his face again. "So do you want to try drinking from the bottle now?"

Brandon's eyes went wide. Then, he hung his head in shame before looking up, and giving a slight nod.

"Very good, baby Brandon. We're making progress!"

That's about when the video ended, and coincidentally, when Colt unleashed another huge load.

"Unnnghhh!" he yelled , as ropes of cum shot from his straining purple cockhead and splattered  all over the desk. He tried to catch some of it in his hand, but it just spilled over, dripping all over his gym shorts. It didn't really matter. He was still cumming. When he finally finished, he looked down at his goop covered hand and shook hsi head. "What a mess. I gotta get a splash guard for this desk, or start wearing condoms when I do this."

Still, even the mess couldn't wipe away his smile from seeing The Assole losing one more piece of his awful self through pure attrition. He was going to see Brandon turned into a complete baby and adopted out, but he savored the journey as much as he anticipated the destination.

"Bye bye, Brandon," he said to himself as he stood up from his desk to leave. "See you tomorrow."