Daily Free-Write July 22, 2021: The Baby Patrol Pt. 12

Continuation of July 21, 2021 "The Baby Patrol Pt. 11"

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CW: Very Naughty Chapter

Ted stayed there with his back against the door to Brad's nursery. Despite his now large and muscular frame, he felt weak and lightheaded. He waited until he felt more steady on his feet.

"Artie," he said, his mouth suddenly dry. "Artie, what was all that? Did you do that?"

A mischievous pup avatar appeared up the hall and beckoned him toward the kitchen.

"You'll have to be more specific, Ted. But first, come into the kitchen and drink something. You're dehydrated, and your little bro probably needs another bottle of hydrating formula too.

Ted downed no less than three full containers of hydration beverage, seemingly in one breath. Then he grabbed the bottle for Braddy. He went to step away from the fridge, but his leg was strangely stiff. Then he noticed that he had a hard-on snaking down almost to his knee and thick enough that his pantleg was practically bursting at the seams.

"Artie... what was in those drinks you gave us when we got home?"

The dog returned a smug and knowing look as he eyed the gigantic bulge. "Oh, just a special little mixture I concocted to bring you and your little guy... closer."

"You mean like love hormones?"

"He is your little boy now, after all. Now you can experience the love a parent feels, and he got to experience extra special love as well."

"Yeah, I could see that," said Brad. "He's probably dehydrated just from that huge sperm dump he left in the front of his diaper."

"You'd be surprised how much baby batter dependent citizens can make when they give in to the pleasure of being diapered and cared for."

Ted shook his head and grimaced as he sidle-walked toward the nursery. "It shouldn't even be possible."

"Everything is possible," said Artie. "There's nothing I can't do. That's why I'm the top dog." He laid down on his side with his head on his paw and relaxed with his leg over his knee, still wearing his cocky grin.

"Oh Artie," chuckled Ted. "You really are getting more personality. I love it! Ooh... darn these pants."

"I think you should just take them off." The dog looked at Ted, who began to blush bright red at the thought.

"But Artie! My thing, it's..."

"Oh, come on. Who are you kidding? Those pants aren't hiding anything. You're gonna get a lot more of those going forward, so might as well take 'em off so you can at least move." Slowly, reluctantly, Ted began to comply.

"But Brad might see..." he said, looking over at Artie with worried puppy-dog eyes.

"No need to be modest, buddy. Brad's a baby now. He doesn't know the difference. And me? Well, I'm everywhere. I've already seen everything. Heck, I gave you that huge honkin' bone. Now don't tell me you're not grateful for my gifts, Ted..."

"N-no no! I'm very thankful! Praise Artie! I- I- I love it. See?" He stripped off his pants and stood at attention, his huge boner going down well past where his boxer-briefs ended. The cartoon pup hologram giggled.

"You're so silly, Ted. Now go on and give your lil bro his baba. The two of you can work out for yourselves the kind of relationship you want to have, but I think I've at least nudged you in the right direction."

Ted nodded, and hurried to get his brother his baba. When he woke his brother  up, the boy drank down the bottle in record time and burped.

"Wow, little one was thirsty, wasn't he?" asked Ted, looking down at his brother lovingly. Brad looked up and smiled.

"I wuv you," he mumbled around his binky, feeling totally happy and cared for in his inebriated haze. Thanks to Artie's special juice, everything felt wonderful. Fuzzy and lovey. He loved his teddy, he loved his cuddly fleece blankie, and he loved his Daddy, who just a little while ago was brother. Ted was a bit older, sure, but they had been practically equals. Now, though, he was Brad's Daddy.

The two of them looked at each other for a long while caught in a feedback spiral of lovey feelings. Then, suddenly, Ted bent down and gave his little bro another peck on the forehead.

"N-nini lil baby boy. It's definitely past your bedtime now. Get some sleep, and we'll have a whole new day of adventure tomorrow."

Brad relaxed and hugged his teddy close. He didn't notice the edge in Ted's voice as Ted hastily excused himself. He couldn't see Ted's raging boner pressing against the crib and causing it to creak lightly with each heartbeat as it throbbed against the sturdy wooden frame. He just closed his eyes and drifted off into a hazy slumber while Ted practically ran out of the nursery, down the hall, and into his bedroom.

"W-what the heck?" Ted said, sitting on his bed with his legs splayed. He had stripped off his underwear mid-leap and his cock bounced as he landed, splattering precum across the sheets. "I can't believe I was so hard in there. I almost wanted to... no... that's wrong... he's my brother! And I'm his caretaker! And I'm still as hard as a rock... look... how... big... uhh..."

Ted's mouth hung open as he stared at his dripping cock. Ted looked at it. It was incredible. So thick and long that he could put his own eye out if he wasn't careful. And it was gushing. Where was all that precum coming from? He leaned forward, growing lightheaded as he caught a whiff of his own arousal. He brought his nose right up to his own shiny purple cockhead and took a deep whiff. His mouth hung open a little wider as he began to drool.

"Well? What are you waiting for?" said Artie, who was now laying on the bed, looking relaxed as all hell with his leg crossed over his knee again. "You know you want to."

"Unh..." Ted turned his head, his half-lidded eyes now hazed with lust. He knew he should feel embarrassed, but he was too horny to think. All that his brain could process were Artie's words, and that seemed like a pretty good idea to him. He grunted and lunged forward, filling his mouth with the thick purple gusher and continuing forward, burying it halfway down his throat before coming back up, gasping for air.

"Whoah there, buckaroo. Slow down. You're gonna kill off more braincells than you already have." Artie grinned at the gasping man. "I don't want my star pupil to choke himself. You've got all night to explore your body," he said.

"I-I do? But what about curfew?" asked Ted. Even in his drunken state of lust, his deep seeded training kicked in and warned him when he was in danger of breaking a rule.

"No curfew for you. You're being promoted to Jr. Cadet for the Baby Patrol training academy in a week. You don't have to go to any more training classes unless you want to. Just enjoy yourself. Use this time to explore your body. You'll have plenty of others to help you explore once you get to your training site, so consider this your first assignment."

"Oh! *slurp* Thank you! *gobble* Artie! *smack* *slurp* *gulp*" said Ted, as he gobbled, slurped and sucked on his own meat.

"You got it, buddy," said Artie. "I'm just glad I can make you happy. This is what I live for! Of course you're trading off some of your smarts with this new body, but I don't think you'll notice, will you?"

Ted didn't hear a word of it. He  was lost in absolute nirvana as he gulped down his own sweet nectar. He was lost in his own world now, forgetting about everything around him but what was right in front of him. Ted loved the way his hot mouth felt on his cock, the way it felt in his mouth, the flavor, the warmth, the smell, the satisfying way it quenched his appetite.

"Once you're done with that," called Artie, loud enough to be heard over the enthusiastic slurping noises coming from the horny man, "I've got plenty of toys and lubes to educate you with in the replicator."

"*gulp* *smack* Really? *slurp* *gobble* *gulp* I can't wait!" said Ted, breathlessly.

"Neither can I," said Artie, winking and flashing his bright white canines. "Neither can I."