Note From Author
This is my fourth submission so thank you for reading. 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 5!
Thank you for reading!
Jess
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Justin reached up, wiping the fog from the bathroom mirror, before setting himself back down, flat, on his feet. Looking straight on, only his face was visible. Everything, from the neck down, was out of view. As he looked, he struggled to see the adult man that was supposed to be looking back at him. By every measure, Justin was a full grown adult. By every measure, he was capable of being on his own and taking care of himself. By every measure, he was an grown man. Every measure, except the one between his legs.
His small stature only served to reinforce everything his mother had been telling him since his appointment at Dr. Cecily's office. With each passing day, the information his mother had been getting, from the book she'd been reading, Dr. Leslie's videos and from Dr. Cecily had only proved to be more and more true. Who he was, as a person, was slowly being defined by how his body had taken shape and at this point, if there was any growing to take place, it would have happened before now. He was well past puberty. He was done. Every change his body was going to go through, had already occurred. What he saw in the mirror, and when he looked at his naked body, was everything he had and would ever have.
Stepping back from the mirror, Justin peaked outside the bathroom door and down the hall toward his mother's room. She had insisted on bathing him from now on and as time had passed, he'd become less and less inclined to resist. Sensing she wasn't coming back in the next minute or two, Justin closed the bathroom door, stepping in behind it, to look at himself in the full length mirror that hung on the reverse side.
Standing as upright and as tall as he could, he took himself in. More and more, he could feel whatever confidence he had, before his appointment with Dr. Cecily, starting to slip away. He certainly didn't look like any other eighteen year old boys he knew. The boys at his old school, his friends, even the girls, they were all significantly taller than he was. The boys bodies had filled out. Skinny arms replaced by muscle and definition. Skinny legs started to fill out, replaced by hard packed human flesh. Their stomachs weren't soft and fleshy any more. Not like Justin's was. Most boys his age, they had abs. Most of their pectorals had filled out. Their necks and jaw lines formed, chiseled and hard, like their fathers. He hadn't seen for himself, but he'd imagined their cocks had filled out too.
As Justin looked himself over in the mirror, taking in every inch of his body, he couldn't help but notice that his body had formed very different, if it had taken shape at all. His arms were scrawny and weak. His legs hadn't developed any definition at all. His chest was still small and undefined. His jaw line and facial features were still remarkably boyish, despite his eighteen years of age. As his eyes took in the shape of his body, he eventually came to the space between his legs.
Where his penis once poked out from, was now encased in a small, steel cage. At the base, a small steel ring secured the cage to his body, encapsulating his impossibly small, and underdeveloped, scrotum as well. He'd seen his father's testicles and ball sac up close. His father's balls were like two heavy, jumbo sized chicken eggs inside of a very masculine sack. They were bulbous and thick, covered in a masculine patch of well manicured hair. Comparatively speaking, there was no real comparison.
Justin reached down, cupping his impossibly small balls in his hand. The warmth of the post shower mist still hovering about the room, made his balls a little bit more relaxed and pliable than normal. Despite this, the entire sack fit comfortably in the palm of his tiny hands. Unlike his father, Justin's balls were like two small marbles you might get out of a gum ball machine, encapsulated in one of those plastic eggs that they come out in, except about as round as a fifty cent piece. The smooth texture of it and petite size of his underdeveloped balls left no definition between where one ball started and the next began. It was smooth and circular. One small, round, shape. And, like the rest of his body, it was completely hairless, but not by design.
Justin had never grown much hair. Not on his face, arms, legs or genitals. Hair removal, and shaving, was never a topic he'd even discussed with his father as the topic never came up. He was sure his father never thought anything of it, until he saw what his mother had showed him at his first lesson. The more his mother relayed the information she was getting from her book and Dr. Cecily, the more Justin was starting to believe it. Looking at himself in the mirror, it was, admittedly, difficult to deny. His body just wasn't forming like a man's was supposed to. It was as if all of his features were stuck in time and it was just now starting to set in that, there was nothing he could do about it. This was his life and his mother was taking control of it.
He tried to deny it at first, but the more he thought about her, the more his mother took over his thoughts. He thought about her all day and dreamt about her at night. When he was tucked into his blankets, with the crinkly diaper wrapped around his waist, he squirmed with longing for her. Since that first lesson, when he finally saw her body, exposed and godlike in front of him, he'd been hooked. She had always been kind to him, before Dr. Cecily's office. Now, her domineering approach toward him was starting to take its toll.
For all of his faults, Justin wasn't stupid. He knew that. He was very aware of the change in his mental state. He was monitoring it as it happened. The way his mother broke down his confidence was masterly. It took absolutely no effort on her part and, while he was aware it was happening, he had no defense for it. Every word, every suggestion, every insistence that Justin needed to adjust to her new life for him, instantly took effect. In just a matter of days, he knew that he was firmly under her thumb. Maybe at first, he was going with the flow and not letting the information really sink in. Maybe at first, he didn't believe that any of what she was saying was ACTUALLY true. However, looking at himself in the mirror, it was becoming increasingly difficult to deny.
Justin heard footsteps out in the hallway and took a step back as the bathroom door pushed open. His mother entered a half second later. These days, she hardly got dressed anymore. She knew what she was doing and made sure to present herself in a way that would make Justin long for her. As she stopped in the doorway, Justin scanned her body with his eyes. She had left in a shirt and pants, but came back in a very loose fitting sports bra and panties. Her large, natural breasts bounced and jiggled when she stopped in the doorway. The jiggle ran down her tummy and into her thighs before stopping at her knees.
"Look at my little boy," she said with a smirk, scanning Justin's naked body standing in front of her. "I swear, I wish they made a smaller cage. I don't know what to do. That one you have on is still so loose."
"I'm sorry Mommy," Justin replied, careful to remember what she told him to call her. "It does feel loose sometimes. At night it spins a bit."
"Well," she replied, placing her hands on her hips. "Mommy will look and see if she can find you a new one. Dr. Cecily says they make some that are flat. Wouldn't that be nice?"
"Y... yes Mommy," Justin said, gulping at the thought.
"Well honey, your Aunt Sue wants to FaceTime so follow me and we'll get ready."
"Okay Mommy," Justin said, following his mother, she did an about face and headed down the hall to his room.
The door to his room was only a short walk from the bathroom, but every step sent ripples through the meat in his mother's back side. Justin was absolutely hypnotized, watching each cheek rock back and forth with each step. He couldn't help wanting so badly to reach out and squeeze it. The thoughts of burying his face between it invaded his mind. Still, the lessons she'd instilled in him about propriety, and his position in the world as a small dicked beta, reminded him that touching her was off limits. This did nothing to quell the desire for her in his heart.
Justin's mother stopped in the center of his room, turning back to make sure Justin was standing before her. Her heavy tits shook in the bra as if they were lagging behind and catching up with her abrupt turn. Justin hadn't noticed, but she was holding a bottle of lotion in her hands.
"Alright honey," she said. "Hands up and out. We're gonna get you ready for the FaceTime with your Aunt and cousin."
"Is mommy going to dress me?" He asked.
