Justins New Life Pt 03

Note From Author

This story contains elements of incest, humiliation and light infantilism. If any of these subjects offend, please do not continue reading. All characters are 18+ and are in no way meant to be portrayed as below the age of consent.

Please let me know in the comments if you enjoyed this story and if there should be a part 4!

Thank you for reading!

Jess

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It had been fifteen minutes since his online tutoring session was technically over and Justin was starting to panic. He was running out of questions to ask. On the screen, his tutor spoke, explaining the finer points of the most obscure topics Justin could think of, all in an effort to keep them on the screen together. Justin flipped his workbook forward, jumping ahead to sections they haven't covered, and then backward to topics they'd already been through, looking for anything he could ask about to keep the conversation going. At first, the questions came easily, but now, twenty minutes over time, and the writing in the workbook was starting to look Greek to him. The letters were taking the form of some alphabet he'd never seen. He couldn't read it anymore. As if he'd suffered some strange case of sudden onset dyslexia. Nothing he saw made sense and the tutor was inching closer and closer to shutting down for the day.

In the past twenty minutes, Justin had heard his mother approach his bedroom twice before she realized he was still working and walked away. She was gettin impatient. He'd also heard the garage door open, which meant his father was home. Everything he was doing now was just to prolong the inevitable. His mother was ready. He wasn't sure that he was.

"I think that just about covers it, Justin," the tutor said.

"Wait!" Justin yelped, frantically turning the pages of his workbook hoping just one word will register in his brain. "Please."

"Don't worry, Justin," the tutor explains. "You have a firm grasp on the basic concepts. I'm glad you're interested in the more advanced theories behind what we've discussed, but for your purposes, you won't need to know this yet. It's time to sign off."

Justin stopped flipping in his book and closed his eyes. The temporary refuge of his online classes was over. He'd reached the end of the line. He felt afraid. He felt stiff. As if all of the blood in his veins suddenly froze. In an instant, he wasn't in ancient Rome anymore. He wasn't seeing the quadratic formula. He wasn't learning the chemical weight of Boron. Suddenly, he was back in his room. Back in his powder blue T-shirt and swishy diaper. Suddenly, he could feel the tight ring hugging the base of his testicles. He knew what was waiting for him and now, he was at the end of the line.

"Read section four for next time," the tutor said. "I'll see you tomorrow!"

The screen went black, reading "Session Closed" Justin sat for a moment, staring at the blank screen and immersing himself in the last bit of calm and quiet he might have before bed time. School was over, but class was about to begin.

Ever since his appointment, Dr. Cecily had been in almost constant contact with his mother. Their normal weekly call schedule had become daily. Sometimes, hourly. If Justin's mom wasn't on the phone with her, she was reading an email or a brochure that Dr. Cecily had sent her. At any hour of the day, Justin could walk through the house and hear his mother watching a video from one professional or another, talking about men with small penises and how to control them.

Three days ago, he'd seen a book he'd never seen before, sitting on the breakfast bar with a bookmark in it about halfway through. The book was face down at the time, but he managed to make out the title while he ate his cereal one morning, as his mother had opened the book and was reading it in front of him.

"HOMESCHOOL FOR BETAS" it was called. Underneath, in italics, it read "teaching proper propriety for parents of submissive boys."

He didn't know exactly what was in the book. All he knew was that it was gifted to his mother by Dr. Cecily. It had apparently been written by a colleague of hers, another M.D. who had a real passion for the subject matter. On more than one occasion, during the break period for his tutoring sessions, Justin had walked into the kitchen for some water to find his mother in the adjoining living room, on the couch with one hand holding the book to her face and the other working feverishly between her legs. He would peak around the corner and stare for as long as he could until he knew he'd be late getting back.

Something had changed inside him since his appointment with Dr. Cecily. She had permanently altered the way he thought and the way he felt inside, especially about his mother. He longed for her. He desired her. He wanted her affection and approval again, but there was more to it. Something more substantial. He wanted to please her. He wanted to feel her skin. He wanted to touch her in the places he thought he'd never see. He never felt this way about her before. He'd had these thoughts about the girls at school, and he still did to some degree, but his mother was the pinnacle. She was at the precipice. She was quickly becoming the focal point of all of his lustful desires.

She truly was a gorgeous woman. Even objectively speaking. She was roughly 5'8" with long, athletic legs that had thickened over time from motherhood. The kind of legs that looked like they had a history of running track but hadn't done so in a long time. They ran up under a thick backside, that bellowed out from her waist and sat, thick and juicy, like two honey baked hams. Each step she took sent ripples through her butt cheeks, starting on one side and rolling over to the other.

The small of her back was accentuated by two perfectly formed dimples that guided the eye seamlessly down to her maternal hips. Her stomach, which was more of a tummy now, wiggled just slightly but was still taught when she laid down or raised her arms above her head. Her rib cage still showed through when she stretched enough and her breasts were natural and heavy. They were perfectly formed, like two large tear drops that sat perfectly symmetrical above her sternum. She had the face and hair of someone half her age with the looks of someone you can't help but be kind to.

Justin sat, daydreaming about his mother for longer than he'd expected to, when he suddenly opened his eyes. In front of him was the blank screen, that still read "Session Closed" There was an ache in his lap as his testicles had started to swell at the thought of his mother but were rebuffed by the ring and cage around his parts.

"Honey," his mother's voice shot into the room from the hallway before her face appeared in the door. Her hair was down around her ears and looked like she had actually styled it, though she hadn't gotten dressed. She was still in the same baggy T-shirt. Bra-less and with the same underwear she had on at breakfast.

"If your classes are done it's time to come out," she said. "Your father is home and we're waiting for you in the living room."

"Y... yes, Mommy," he said. "I'm going to put my book away and I'll come right out."

"Hurry up honey," she said. "Don't drag your feet. This is a very big day for you."

Justin stood up from his desk, reaching down and adjusting the waist of his diaper before picking up his workbook and waddling over to his book shelf. He placed his pencil inside the book at the beginning of section four, before closing it and sliding it back into the place he first picked it up from. He turned around, walking over to the mirror above the dresser. There was worry and fear all over his face. He looked down at his hands as they shook uncontrollably. Every kink and joint in his body was shaking, afraid and unaware of what waited for him in the other room. He took a deep breath, trying to get his thundering heartbeat under control, before heading for the door and out into the hall.

Every footstep exploded against the hardwood floor beneath his bare feet. His body felt heavy, like he was walking through water. As he passed his parent's bedroom door, he caught a look of himself in his mother's full length mirror. He stopped, looking himself up and down, from his head, past his powder blue T-shirt, to his diaper and his bare, hairless legs. He truly was pathetic. He was so small and scrawny for his age. He'd never thought of himself that way before now. He never even considered that he might be different, or that the way he was built would ever cause him a problem. Now, he'd been exposed. The seed was planted and he couldn't stop it from growing.

Justin passed through the kitchen and into the living room where his mother and father were sitting on the couch. The front door next to the couch was closed and the shades of the window above where his parents were sitting were drawn, cutting any incoming light or glare from the room. Next to the couch was a ring light he hadn't seen before, that illuminated a mat laid in the middle of the floor in front of the couch.

"Finally," his mother said, her legs up on the couch and half folded over his father's lap. His dad's large, manly hand gently stroking his mother's soft, supple thigh while he grinned, watching his feeble son meander, timidly, into the room.

"Jesus Con," his father said. "You weren't kidding. Being away on business, there's only so much imagery I can get from an over the phone description but, seeing him now, it all makes sense. You've done a terrific job so far baby."

"Thank you Mike," she said, leaning in and planting a full lipped kiss on his mouth. "Isn't he just perfect this way?"

"Perfect," Mike says.

"Kneel down on the mat Mommy laid out for you sweetie," his mother says, motioning with her free hand toward the soft foam square on the carpet.

Justin nodded, walking over to the mat and kneeling, setting his knees down on it. The mat was soft and supportive under his legs with a little bit of spring to it. It was easy to slink down onto. Once his knees were situated and enveloped by the soft foam material, he pressed his feet together, folding one under the other and setting his diapered butt back on the balls of his feet. The glare from the ring light took some time to adjust his eyeballs to and made him feel like this was more of an interrogation than a "class"

"Welcome," his mother exclaimed with excitement. "Welcome to your first Propriety for Submissives class honey! Are you excited?!"

"I...," Justin muttered. "I'm... I think so, Mommy. What are you teaching me?"

"Well," his mother said, standing up and towering over her soft, feeble son. Justin stared up at her, admiring her domineering and matriarchal form. His gaze was drawn, first to her face and then down past the outline of her heavy, natural breasts to the space between her legs where her thighs converged in a soft looking V.

"As you know, Dr. Cecily and I have been talking a lot about what happened at your appointment. What we learned that day goes much deeper than just your diagnosis," she says with her hands on her hips, commandingly. "What we learned is that you, Justin, are what's called a Beta. Do you know what a Beta is?"

Justin shook his head to imply that he did not.

"Your father," she says, motioning to the large, burly man on the couch behind her. "Is an Alpha. What that means, is that in a world where people look for leaders, or like animals look for a dominant to control their herd, your father would be their choice. He's large, strong and very successful. He's at the top of the totem pole. Because of him, I can stay home every day and don't have to work anymore. Alphas protect the pack. Alphas are also the only ones in the animal kingdom that are allowed breeding privileges as it's the Alpha's genes that the females want to pass on. Somehow, in your case sweetheart, those gene's didn't mesh how they were supposed to. This, as I've come to understand from my research, has largely been your choice, whether that choice was conscious or not. In humans, Alpha's serve a higher role as, more than just having good genes, they're also the only one's capable of providing pleasure sexually. Alphas are able to please women sexually and that makes them desirable. Betas, on the other hand, are at the bottom of the totem pole. They're small, frail and weak. In the animal kingdom, without the Alpha, the beta would surely die. Betas are NOT permitted to mate. It's not so different in your case honey. As far as sexual pleasure is concerned, after seeing you in Dr. Cecily's office, it's clear to me that you'll never bring sexual pleasure to anyone. You, Justin, are a beta."

Justin's shoulders started to hunch as the information washed over him. Any self confidence he still had inside about himself as a person, was slowly starting to wash away.

"You see," she continues. "I knew the moment I saw your penis that a normal life was out of the question. I knew dating, and eventual marriage, was probably not a possibility. That made me so afraid because I didn't know what kind of life you could have with that thing between your legs. So, I was afraid. But Dr. Cecily helped me understand that there is a path for boys like you and there is a lot of information on how to mold boys like you into the people you were meant to be."

Justin continues to listen as she performs the clearly rehearsed introduction.

"The changes we've made around here so far, they aren't enough to form you into the person you need to be to be happy. They're a start, but you need to unlearn any of the confidence you've carried with you up until this point. Your father and I are partly at fault for inflating your ego over the course of your life. Had we known about what you really are sooner, these changes could have taken place a lot earlier. For that, I apologize. But Dr. Cecily has helped me understand that, fortunately, it's not too late. There are experiences and a mindset that needs to form. So far, I'm afraid you feel like I'm just being mean to you, but that's far from the truth. You need to relearn who and what you are. That's what we're going to do today. Do you understand?"

Justin nodded in acknowledgement, though he was still slightly unclear on what he was there for. She was right on one thing though. He had, so far, been looking at the changes in his life as roadblocks. Mild annoyances that he had to endure before things went back to normal. He was guessing, by what she had just said, that there was much more he needed to do.

"First things first," she said. "I want you to stand up."

Justin shuffled his feet out from under his diapered butt, placing them on the soft foam and standing upright. He placed his feet together as his arms, involuntarily, folded over his stomach in fear.

"Hands at your sides honey," she demanded. Justin obliged, fighting against every "fight or flight" instinct inside of him.

"Firstly," she said. "Let's go over the rules. You are to always refer to us as Mommy and Daddy. No more Mom and Dad. You're not a big boy, Justin. You're not the adult you were supposed to grow into, so you'll only speak to us as you would when you were little."

"Secondly," she continued. "The diaper is a necessary reminder of how we view you. Again, you never formed into a man. Dr. Cecily said as much. Puberty is what changes boys into men and puberty never happened for you. As far as I see it, that makes you a boy. Do you agree Mike?"

"Absolutely," his father replied. "You never grew up Justin. Regardless of the reason or who's at fault, that's the fact."

"Lastly," she says. "Your father and I are the authority in this house. From this day forward, you will always treat us with respect and do whatever we ask. Is that clear?"

"Y... yes Mommy," he said, nodding to his father as well.

"I hope that's clear," she said. "Hopefully today's class will help you understand more."

Justin's mother took a step toward her son until her breasts were inches from his face. Justin could see the outline of her nipples underneath. The same nipples that had nurtured him in his infancy. An infancy he was being forced back into.

His mother reached up, around her neck, pulling the chain that hung there and revealing the key attached to it. She let the key hang down between her breasts while lifting her arms above her head in a deep stretch. Justin's mouth hung open as he admired the body in front of him. He started to bend at the waist as the cage around his penis tightened. His mother watched his expression go from fear to deep longing as she showed off her body in front of him. A smirk rolled across her face as she watched his body and mind fill with lust. It made her feel powerful inside to be wanted so badly. She lowered her arms down, resting them on her son's shoulders and lowering her face to his.

"Do you want Mommy to unlock your babycock honey?" She asked, licking her lips until they were wet and inviting.

Justin nodded, his mouth still hanging open, desire filling every inch of his body.

"Take your diaper down baby," she said, taking a step back and turning to her husband. "Watch this Michael. This might make you cry."

Justin reached up, ripping at the Velcro clasps of his diaper and dropping it to the mat. He stood before his mother and father, naked and exposed below the waist, save for a small steel cage secured around the base of his clinically impossible penis and balls.

"WOW," his father exclaimed. "How is that possible?"

"You haven't seen anything yet," Connie replied. She bent at the waist, an absolutely mesmerizing arch forming in her back, giving her husband an excellent view of her ass and pussy from behind, as she unlocked the cage attached to her son. She took the device into her hand, gently pulling the ring away from Justin's impossibly tiny sac. The ring slid away effortlessly as his mother took both pieces away from his body, leaving his nanopenis and underdeveloped balls exposed. A smirk formed on her face as she looked at his parts, before she looked back up to him, her eyes meeting his. There was a split second of connection as they stared into each other's eyes. Justin could feel in that moment, that the woman before him, while still his biological mother, was more woman than she's ever been before. He no longer saw a caring, nurturing, maternal presence. He saw a strong, domineering woman with womanly feelings and desires.

His mother stood up straight with the tiny cage in her hand, and slowly backed up before sitting down on the couch and folding her legs into the safety of her husband's lap again. Justin looked over at his father who gazed at the space between his son's legs, a smile forming on his strong, firmly chiseled face.

"My god Connie," he said, glancing over to his wife. "You weren't kidding were you?"

"I told you," she said, leaning in and kissing his cheek and jaw. "Isn't it unbelievable?"

"I'm shocked," he said. "It looks exactly like it did when we brought him home from the hospital."

"So was I," she said, while reaching her free hand down and placing it on his slacks between his legs. "I couldn't believe what was between his legs, especially when you have this between yours."

Justin's father smiled, glancing down at her hand as she rubbed her hand in his lap. He turned to her, grabbing her face and planting a kiss on her lips. They sat for a moment, rubbing their tongues together and swapping saliva, before Justin's mother stopped him.

"We're getting ahead of ourselves honey," she said, before standing back up in front of her son.

Justin's mother resumed her previous place in front of him. Standing straight up, he was eye level with her big, heavy breasts and she wanted to get him as close to them as she could.

"The first thing we have to do," she stated. "Is watch this brief introductory video. See, Mommy has built this class on the book you've seen me reading. It states, that once we get to the point we're at now, to watch a video before the next phase, which I am personally very excited for. So, turn around and face the tv, sweetheart."