Ken, His Dad and I Pt. 07

I spent that night with Mr. Davis in his bed. He held me; spooned me while kissing the back of my neck and occasionally telling me that he loved me. His strong arms wrapped around me. I felt so small and meek in his embrace.

His spent, satisfied cock that was in my mouth just a moment before, was now nestled against my diapered bottom. His hands would occasionally and slowly slide between my legs and up my small waist, torso and up and over my puffy breasts and sensitive nipples, then back down again and cup the front of my diaper. My small but average penis was so hard!

His loving touch electrified me! I couldn't help but to be aroused by his touch! I arched my lower back just slightly, and subtly, so my bottom pressed into the front of his hips more, letting him know I liked feeling his cock there. I had gotten so used to Ken fucking me. and how amazing it felt! So, at that moment, I wanted Mr. Davis inside me once again too. Yet simply, he just lovingly held me. I wanted to pull down this pull up diaper he bought for me, to let him have me again, but another time I guess, I thought to myself! I shouldn't be so selfish!

The storm outside was now far off in the distance. I now felt comforted and loved. I didn't care at that moment, about what tomorrow would bring, only that it would be a new day.

I woke up in the early morning. The sun was coming through the bedroom window. Mr. Davis was still holding me, hugging me close. I felt my cock stir. I took a big morning inhale and yawn.

"Mmmmm. Morning baby," Mr. Davis said soothingly in my ear. I turned my body around to face him. I now felt a little shy. I put my hands on his muscular, slightly hairy chest while looking into his eyes.

"Mmmmm, morning," I answered, shyly.

He softly kissed me on my lips. I softly kissed him back. The kiss became a little more intimate. His hands began to roam over my small frame. I felt Mr. Davis's cock against my hip, plumping up.

As we embraced, we heard a noise. Ken was standing in the doorway, looking at us. He didn't say anything. He just turned and walked down the hall.

I immediately felt like I betrayed Ken. I felt like this was my fault! Oh, why did I let my emotions get to me!!! I wanted to get up and go to Ken, yet Mr. Davis held me tightly.

"I needed to talk to him!" I pleaded with Mr. Davis. He seemed to realize that, so he reluctantly let me go. I stood up and before walking out of Mr. Davis's room, I turned towards him. The bed sheets were pulled back and his cock was so hard now!

I reluctantly said, "I'm sorry!"

He looked at me as if deflated, and said "It's okay, baby. I understand."

I walked into Ken's bedroom where he was already grabbing some clothes and such.

"I'm sorry! I didn't know this was going to happen!" I cried.

"It's okay!" he said. "I knew this was going to happen sooner or later," Ken told me, seemingly unfazed. He looked at me and said, "Look at you! You're even wearing a diaper!"

I sat on the bed watching Ken pack some things. Then he sat down next to me and said things like, "I'M the one that should be sorry, Michael. I was at Cindy's last night. All this with you was my dad's idea! He's the one that convinced me to be with you. I'm sorry, but I want to be with a girl. I'm not Gay! My dad wants you; not me. He's been changing you!"

I was a bit shocked by what he said, as I"M not gay either! I also didn't know what Ken meant by his dad "changing" me?

"What do you think is in those breakfast drinks he gives you!" he said suggestively. I thought a moment about that and my eyes widened!

"He wouldn't do that!" I said shockingly.

Ken confirmed it saying I've been drinking cum all this time. He left the room only to return with a small condiment covered cup from the refrigerator. He took the cap off and told me to smell it. I did.

"Taste it," he told me.

I thought to myself, this can't be? Why would Mr. Davis do this? He loves me! This doesn't make sense. I slipped my finger in the small cup and brought it to my lips. When I tasted it, I knew NOW that Ken wasn't lying. I just sucked off Ken's Dad! I had the same taste in my mouth, from the night before!

"See!" Ken revealed.

Ken then revealed to me that the reason why I have breasts, and such is because his Dad has been giving me female hormones!

"That's a LIE," I screamed at Ken. "He wouldn't do that!"

I sat there dumfounded. Why would Mr. Davis do this to me?

Ken sat quietly next to me, letting me soak up what I was told. I had so many emotions and not knowing why. After a minute, I turned to Ken and put my arms around Ken's neck and asked him why. Ken just told me to ask him myself. Ken then got up, said he had to go, and that he'll see me soon.

All of a sudden, I felt alone again. I got angry. I confronted Mr. Davis about this. I told him what Ken revealed to me. Mr. Davis grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him. I resisted. He picked me up by my small waist and sat me down in his lap facing him. He tried to hug me telling me everything will be alright.

Instead, I beat my forearms on his chest, asking him why! He kept hugging me tightly.

"I DO love you, Michael!" he repeated over and over.

"No, you don't! I exclaimed, not believing him.

I then buried my face in his chest, crying. Mr. Davis continued trying to console me, telling me that the reason he did these things was BECAUSE he loved me!

For the next hour, I cried while listening to him talk first about his past, and his loneliness and what he wanted in life was to also be appreciated and loved as well. In a way, I understood what he felt. I asked him, why ME?

He then was honest about his attraction to young, feminine males like me, since he was told about such things. He was seemingly honest with me when he said he got aroused learning about ways to feminize males and get them to become what men want. Then when he met me, he said he knew I was the one! He apologized to me for not being more open about it.

I went back to Ken's bedroom and sat down on the bed, contemplating what now I know. I had so much to think about! Am I, or could accept all of this, now that it has already happened to me? I mean, I have breasts! Small, but obvious! My skin feels softer too. As I sat there, I couldn't believe Mr. Davis was giving me cum to drink all this time too! Where did he get all of that from? And those vitamins!!! Those vitamins were female hormones! How could I be so naive!

Mr. Davis tricked me! Yet he says he loves me. I went back and forth in my head, from being angry with him to understanding why. Do I want this? Is this really who I am?

I love how he treats me! I love the attention he gives me! I love how he holds me, calls me baby, princess, sweetie! I get so aroused by him touching me now! Yeah, like wearing girls' clothes! I'm not sure about these diaper pull ups, though I love how he touches me, when I wear them! And I let him have sex with me! He fucked me. He came inside me! And now, I've sucked his cock, something I thought I could never do!

On top of that, I've been wearing girls' clothes since moving in with him. Yes, he tricked me. But he did these things because he said he wanted ME!!! Should I be mad at him? No.

It was hours later. I walked into his bedroom. He was sitting upright, reading a book. When he saw me walking in, he closed the book. He smiled at me. A tear fell from my eye.

"I'm sorry," I said to him.

"I'm sorry too sweetie. I DO love you," he said to me holding out his arms towards me.

I got on the bed and fell into his embrace. "I love you too," I softly said.

Mr. Davis patted my diapered bottom and said gleefully, "Oh, "I'm so happy to hear you say that."