Star Trip

Chapter 1
Whole Story

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Chapter Description: Harry makes a wish involving his ex-boyfriend and it doesn't go quite as planned. Contains: slight transphobia, non-con regression, a bit of small cock humiliation, and breastfeeding

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Last night before bed: "I wish he would love me again," Harry said, catching a glimpse of a shooting star and then heading into bed, wrapping a blanket around himself with a sad sigh.

Harry yawns and stretches, shifting around in his bed and hitting something solid and wooden. What the hell? he thinks, blinking awake and staring at a row of thick wooden bars. Where am I? He tries to stand up on wobbly soft legs and squeals when he nearly falls down, hastily gripping the bars with his hands. He pauses, boggling at his skin, glowing in the sunlight seeping through the window. His skin now a creamy white and, as he manages to spy in a mirror, his hair a mess of new penny-colored curls. I’m...white?! The fuck happened to me? He starts to sniffle, overwhelmed by everything that he’s discovered so far, his sniffling turning into the wails of a very upset infant.

Down the hall, a young man stirs, woken up by the baby monitor crackling to life. "Mmf, love, it’s your turn to get the baby. If he’s hungry just bring him here; I’ll feed him in our bed."

His companion mumbles an affirmative, stretching and popping his joints as he gets out of bed and stumbles down the hall. He opens the door to the nursery, flicking on the light, and heads towards the crib.

"Hey, hey, little one. Papa’s here, shh, shh. Settle down."

Harry blinks, his wailing abruptly stopped by the arrival of someone he never thought he’d see again. T-Toby?! Wait...did he say ’Papa’? Why the fuck? He starts to speak, opening his mouth. "Toby, please, you have to help me. I’m so glad to see you. What fucking happened?"

Toby chuckles, reaching into the crib and hefting the infant into his arms. "I see somebody’s awake, just wonderful. Well let me check your diaper then and I’ll get you to Daddy."

"Daddy? Who the fuck is that? What are you talking about? Wait - diaper?!"

Toby sighs, rooting around under the changing table and pulling out a pacifier. "Shh, baby boy. It’s too early for you to be this chatty. Here’s something to keep that mouth of yours occupied ’til I can get you food."

"A pacifier? I know you don’t expect m-mmf!" Harry squeaks as the pacifier’s shoved into his mouth and he reflexively starts to suck on it, watching as Toby unsnaps his onesie and untapes his thick diaper.

Oh god, my cock’s so small. Why is this happening? I’m so small; this is horrible. He can hold me down with one fucking hand. Oh god, please let this just be a horrible dream; I knew I shouldn’t’ve had milk before bed.

Toby hums as he swiftly changes the baby’s diaper. "Goodness, little one, no wonder you woke us up; you’re soaked. Papa’s gonna get your little butt into a fresh clean diaper, yes he is. Especially before you get a gross yucky diaper rash." He laughs as he covers Harry with a liberal coating of sickly-sweet powder, rubbing it in with soft big fingers.

Harry lets out a small whimper as his infant cock swells, not even gaining an inch, from his ex-boyfriend’s touch. Fuck, I’ve missed this. It feels so good. Just wish he wasn’t covering my crotch in baby powder. He whines and wiggles around, his baby-fat thick thighs twitching as Toby gathers both of his ankles in one huge hand and swiftly slides a plush cushy diaper underneath him and gently lowers him down onto it. Harry sniffles as his rear comes into contact with the soft diaper and then again as Toby engulfs his powdered little cock in plush fabric, taping him in tightly and redoing the onesie, each snap sounding like gunfire.

Harry sniffles again, already feeling fat tears starting to slide down his face, squirming and shaking his head. No, no, no, this can’t be fucking happening. My first and only love just taped me into a goddamn diaper and, to make it even worse, I apparently have a ’Daddy’ as well.

Toby coos down at him, having finished the diaper change, and lifts the still-squirming infant into his arms. "There, there, my lil’ fussybutt. I know what you need now." He pauses and walks out of the room and down the hall, pushing open a door.

"Hey, Scott," he murmurs and holds out Harry, his little legs flailing in the air. "Brought you something."

There’s a short bark of laughter from the other man in the room, a blanket covering his lower body but Harry can see full round breasts resting on a fuzzy stomach. "Very funny, Toby. Give him here." The other man cradles him close, smooching the top of his head. "Mmm, there’s Daddy’s baby. C’mon then, sweetie, Daddy knows what you need."

Harry find himself shifted against that warm chest and his mouth waters at the tantalizing intoxicating smell wafting from the wet dripping nipples. "Mmmn, no, no, no. This is fucked up. This is that that thing he left me for! And I’m expected to call it Daddy? Let alone suck its tits? No fuckin’ way. No, no, no, I don’t wanna, I don’ wanna – wanna – dun’ wanna – dawanna - Daaa," he finds himself cooing, wrapping his lips around a nipple and sucking greedily, jet after jet of warm sweet milk shooting down his throat.

Scott shivers and gently squeezes Harry’s plush diaper-clad butt. "Th-that’s it, baby. You love Daddy’s milk, don’t you? Love getting that pudgy little tummy full with all the milk you can handle and then some. Mmhmm, you’re Daddy’s and Papa’s fat lil’ baby, aren’t you?"

Toby snickers and settles down next to them, gently rubbing Scott’s back. "Oh yes he is! Lookit those thick thighs and squishy baby arms! Such a chubby lil’ milk-drinker."

Harry whines around a nipple as the words flood his ears and he sucks harder on the nipple, trying to get every last drop. Oh fuck, yes, yes. K-keep going; tell me more! He can feel his infantile cock swell and he squirms around, trying to relieve some pressure.

"Ah, ah, sweetie, careful with Daddy, here, there’s more milk on the other side, baby." Scott squeaks in pain and eases a finger into Harry’s mouth, swiftly popping him off the nipple.

Harry lets out an embarrassing whimper as he’s deprived of his food-source. "Nooo, gimme more, wan’ more milk!"

Toby smiles down at the infant in his partner’s lap, the little boy babbling furiously. "You think he’s getting ready to talk, Scott?"

Scott laughs, guiding the still babbling baby towards his other nipple, sighing happily when Harry immediately latches on and starts to suckle ravenously. "God, I hope not. Do you really want to hear what your ex-boyfriend who’s now our baby has to say?"

Harry’s eyes widen and the nipple falls from his mouth as he takes in just what was said. "Whaa?"

Toby looks down and smirks. "Uh oh, seems like somebody heard you, Scott. Shh, baby, don’t you mind what the grown-ups are talking about. Your only job is just keep nursing."

Harry shakes his head, trying to pull away, his little body shaking in horror as he realizes what’s happened. "N-no, no, no, no," he manages to say, glaring daggers at the two men in front of him.

They both sigh, one of Scott’s hands sneaking around to cradle the infant close to his body. "Shh, sweetpea, don’t fuss, you’re all right now. You’ve got two loving parents, you’re getting everything you’ve wanted- a fat soft body and Toby loving you again. Go on, keep drinking; Daddy knows you’re still hungry and neither he nor Papa want a fussy lil’ darling." He guides Harry to the wet milk-engorged breast and tickles his lips with a nipple, a drop of milk leaking out.

Harry whines even louder, squirming in the other man’s arms. Scott hmms, one hand still cradling that plush little rump, the other gently pressing against the back of his head, putting him closer and closer until all Harry sees is a warm sweet-smelling breast in front of him and his infantile subconscious takes over and he finds himself slurping down as much of his Daddy’s milk as he can, the creamy liquid cascading down his throat and filling his stomach, his little hands squeezing to get even more milk.

Toby and Scott smile down at their baby boy, his eyes closed as he nurses hungrily.

"That’s it, Harry, feel all that yummy milk flowing into your little squishy smoochable baby tummy. Mmm, it tastes so good, doesn’t it?" Scott murmurs, leaning back against the pillows. "Mmhm, you love how it tastes, don’t you, sweetling? You’re just Daddy’s little diaper-filler, with nothing in your diet but loads of sweet Daddy’s milk. That’s it, get all of it inside you."

Harry makes a muffled noise, still steadily suckling, his little hands flexing against the soft warm flesh. "Stoppit. ’m not a baby. Lemme go."

Toby laughs, pressing a quick kiss to Harry’s forehead. "You’re awful chatty this morning, little one. Does baby need to be burped, huh? Is our lil’ angel a gassy diaperbutt? Here, Scott, let me burp him."

Scott laughs as well, handing Harry over to his partner. "All right, love, just make sure you lay a rag down."

Toby nods, draping a well-worn rag over his shoulder and hefting the infant against his chest. "There we go, sweetie, get all those gas bubbles out." He hums, rubbing and patting Harry’s back until he lets out a loud burp followed by a whine.

"Awww, is our little Harry embarrassed? It’s okay, baby boy, you’re so little that you can’t control anything."

Harry whines more, squirming in Toby’s arms. This is so fucking wrong. I – I have to make them turn me back to normal. He manages to wiggle out of Toby’s lap, finding himself in a sea of soft familiar-smelling sheets. He huffs, opening his mouth to try to speak. "Pwease, you hafta turn me back t’normal. Dis-This isn’t right!"

Scott nods in thought, tugging Harry towards him and then pulling the infantalized man into his lap. "Mmm, I’m afraid we can’t do that, my little poofy butt. In fact, thanks to your wish, your old self no longer exists."

Harry’s mouth drops open in shock and his infantile subconscious is overwhelmed with the horror of it all. "No, no, no, no. You can’t do dat! Dis is just a dweam. ’m gon’ wake up and be a big grown-up again!"

"Nope. This isn’t a dream, sweetheart. You’re stuck as our little milk-fed diaper-clad chubby-butt baby boy. Now shh, Daddy got you your paci so he and Papa can have some snuggle time."

Harry takes in what was said and he starts to bawl, big tears dripping down his face and making little dots on his onesie. "No, no, no, no," he cries out, kicking his little feet in frustration. " ’m not a baby! ’m not, ’m not, ’m not!" he squeals, stopping abruptly as he feels liquid fill the front of his diaper with a spreading warmth. His squealing turns into wordless yelling as he uncontrollably soils his diaper, mushy rank poop coating his rear-end.

Toby chuckles, watching his infantalized ex-boyfriend fill his diaper and throw a tantrum on his bed.

"Jeez, Scott, we’ve got a lil’ stinky butt here, don’t we? Shh, shh, Harry, don’t cry, your Daddy’s gonna get you all cleaned up."

Scott chuckles as well, swiftly scooping up the still-wailing infant. "Oh, sweetie-pie, don’t fuss, I know, I know, your diaper doesn’t feel good all full of your mess but don’t worry. Papa was right, Daddy’s gonna get you all cleaned up. Come on." He continues to coo over Harry, heading into the nursery and laying the babe on the changing table.

"Shhh, shhh, darling, Daddy’s here now. Daddy’s always gonna be here to clean up his baby. Just like how you’re always gonna be Daddy’s baby."

Harry stops fussing and stares up into Scott’s face, silently shaking his head.

Scott smiles down at the infant and continues, unsnapping the onesie and peeling it off, leaving Harry clad in just a very used diaper. "That’s right. For the rest of your life, it’s gonna be nothing but nice soft plush diapers and the cutest onesies. Oh, oh, my little Harry-boo, don’t you fuss; you’ll love it. Everybody’s going to be cooing over you and your fat little baby-smooth body. That’s right; they’ll all be gushing over your thick thighs and your chubby smoochable cheeks and your adorable pudgy belly." He hums happily as he untapes the diaper. "Ooh-wee, I’ve got a lil’ stinker here! Aww, sweetheart, it’s okay. Daddy knows you can’t control anything. Mmm, here you go, here’s your pacifier. And yes Daddy got you your favorite one, see? It’s got Rainbow Dash’s Cutie Mark on it and Daddy knows she’s your favorite pony!"

Harry pouts and manages to speak. "No ponies. They wuined my relas-ship."

Scott laughs out loud, popping the pacifier into Harry’s open mouth and dragging a cold wipe against his filthy rear. "Oh, baby, baby, baby. You’re very wrong about that. But, shh, you’re just our baby and you won’t need to worry about relationships for a long long time. Your only relationships are with Daddy and Papa and we both love you very much."

Harry whimpers around the pacifier, trying to spit it out but his subconscious takes over and he just suckles hard on the rubber nub in his mouth, still pouting. He sniffles and wriggles on the changing table, little muffled crying sounds dribble out of his mouth, along with a decent amount of drool. "No," he mutters. "Gon’ wake up and be big again."

"Whatever you say, sweetie-pie," Scott answers, rubbing his powder-coated hands over Harry’s crotch, smirking when his little infantalized penis stands at attention. "D’aww, lookit that. Such a cute little thing. ’Course all it’s good for now is soaking baby’s diapers with urine."

Harry fusses, kicking his legs out and flailing his arms but he’s dismayed when Scott just sternly says "No" and wraps one hand around both of his ankles and lifts him up.

"Upsy-daisy, baby! Let Daddy get a fresh diaper under your little tush and then it’s time for somebody’s nap!" Scott finishes taping up the diaper and re-snaps the onesie, picking up Harry and cradling him close. "There we go, cutie-pie, Daddy’s gonna let you have a pre-nap snack because he knows his baby Harry’s had a big day and then it’s nap-time!" He hums happily, gently pulling out the pacifier and unbuttoning his shirt, and guides Harry’s face to a dripping nipple, sighing in pleasure as the babe latches on and starts to suckle.

This is all a dream. ’m gonna take a nap and then I’m gonna wake up as a big boy and all this shit’ll be over and not real. And and maybe Toby’ll be back wif me not this freak homewrecker he left me for an’ he’ll be nicer.

Harry lets out a burp and a little yawn and burrows into the warm chest before him, snuggling closer as he drifts off into dreamland.

 

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