Besties - Part 3

Brandon’s diaper and dress rustled when he brought us back our drinks. He was silent, and we were anything but. He stood there awkwardly, waiting for our conversation to finish. When it didn’t, he retreated backwards and got down on his knees again.

“What are you doing?” Heather asked, cutting herself off mid-sentence as soon as his knees hit the floor.

Brandon looked from me, to her, and back to me again. He seemed a bit dumbfounded, so Heather helped him out.

“Didn’t I tell you to go get your special toys??” Her voice hardening, her brow furrowing.

Again Brandon looked at me, like he was terrified of me seeing whatever it is that they were. But at the same time, he was practically pleading for help behind his eyes and that paci. Like all I had to do was say some magic word to make it all stop. But fuck that, I had to see what it was that was making him so scared or embarrassed!

“1…” Heather started counting the way mothers do when they mean business. “2…”

Brandon was squealing around his pacifier. Shaking his head no. In absolute fits. Tears welling in his eyes.

Heather let the last number float in the air, her eyes wide as if to say “I’m giving you one more chance.”

But Brandon held firm. That stubbornness so ingrained in him kept him still.

“Three.”

Brandon hadn’t moved.

Heather was fuming.

Brandon, immediately regretting his decision, dropped the paci from his mouth and–like a spout that just opened–started pouring out plea after plea.

“Please Mommy!! Don’t make me do this!! Please! I’ll do anything else! Please!”

But Heather didn’t say a thing. Just sat back, mouth a very thin line, then tapped her thigh three times. Tap. Tap. Tap.

“NO!” Brandon gasped, his eyes even wider now. He shook his head back and forth, but strangely, his body started moving forward, as if pulled in by some sort of tractor beam. “No Mommy, I'm sorry!! Really I am! I’ll go get my toys! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m SORRY!!”

He’d reached Heather’s feet, pulling against some invisible force, but his body moved all the same. Heather simply had to raise her arms as Brandon turned perpendicular to her, and clambered over her knees, face down.

Oh this is RICH! I thought. Was I about to witness Brandon getting spanked for his disobedience?? The amount of times I wanted to slap the shit out of him was too many to count, and Heather was going to do it right before my eyes! Actually, since there wasn’t enough room on the couch for us to space out, she was going to do it with Brandon’s face nestled in my lap!

Perfect.

“Do you mind handing me that hairbrush next to you?” she asked over Brandon’s pitiful protests.

It was another thing I hadn’t paid attention to or even noticed at all, despite it being in my presence the whole time. It was a wooden, weighty brush, with a flat side on the back. By the time I'd picked it up off the side table and handed it to her, she already had the tapes of Brandon’s diaper undone, and the back flap opened. His rosy cheeks free and clear, the pink jeweled plug still nestled between them.

Heather gently ran the bristle side of the brush across Brandon’s bare ass. “You deliberately disobeyed me,” she said over Brandon’s heavy panting, his breath punctuated and hot against my legs as he anticipated the first strike. “You embarrassed me in front of my friend!” she roared. It was ironic, really, since we’d spent most of the last few hours embarrassing him. But I couldn’t be bothered to correct her. “You were supposed to be a good girl! Is that what good girls do?!”

“No!”

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

The blows were quick and vicious. Before I could even blink, Heather had flipped the brush around and brought the wooden side down on Brandon’s butt, smacking each ass cheek in a blindingly fast, alternating fashion.

Brandon’s head immediately tilted back off my thighs and screeched at the ceiling. His arms flailed about on the couch.

“Manicis!” Heather growled, and Brandon’s hands immediately snapped behind him, clinging to his lower back like they were held together by invisible handcuffs.

“DO NOT FUCKING MOVE!” she roared, raining down another 6 blows, but this time they were all on the same cheek. It was already glowing a bright red.

Brandon hissed in pain. The pink band around his head in disarray from flailing between my legs.His head no longer flopped about, but the minor stubble on his freshly shaven face poked at my skin. It was a little uncomfortable, but nothing compared to what Brandon was experiencing, I decided it was well worth the trade-off.

“You. Will. Do. What. I. Say. WHEN. I. Say. And. You. Will. Fucking. Thank. Me. For. It!” Every word was emphasized by a smack of the hairbrush. I wouldn’t have been surprised if the whole thing broke off at the handle with how hard she was swinging.

I’d never seen this side of Heather. It was like all the rage she’d built up over the course of their tumultuous relationship was flowing out of her now. But her face changed when she grew tired of his incessant whining, “Do you mind putting his paci back in?” she asked in her sweet, innocent voice.

“Of course!” I said, smiling back. I fished for the ribbon clipped to the hem of Brandon’s dress, pulling it up from between my knees, and turned it over. Up close, the rubber penis was longer than I expected. It had to be 3 or 4 inches long, and it wasn’t as squishy as I thought it would be. I grabbed Brandon by the back of his hair, pulling his head up and making him yelp in a different type of pain. I shoved the paci into his now open mouth, but noticed there was some resistance before it got all the way in. No matter. A little jamming made the remaining inch go in until the plastic shield was resting against his lips. He sputtered, but it was a muffled sputter. Nice to be able to shut him up for once.

“Let me know if it happens to fall out.” she said with a wink. “He knows not to let it drop during a spanking.”

I took the hint, but waited for an opportunity.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

I wonder if it hurt more with that plug still in his ass. Was he clenching every time she gave him a smack?

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

He started kicking his legs incessantly. Instead of using one of her hypnosis verbs, Heather just threw her own leg over his. Binding his thighs with her own while she blistered his behind. It was a deep shade of reddish purple now, and Heather didn’t show any signs of slowing.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

“Is he crying yet?” she asked, breathing heavily from the exertion.

I’d felt the wetness of Brandon’s tears, snot, and drool between my thighs for a while now. Still, I made a show of yanking him by the air again. His eyes were red and puffy and raining big, bubbly tears. “Hmm…not quite.”

Heather smiled, a knowing glance exchanged between us.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

I used the opportunity to slip my thumb against the ribbon of the clip, pulling on the pacifier in his mouth. He made a concerted effort to follow it, to try to hold on, but it was no use.

“Uh oh…” I mused, “Wooks wike someown dwopped their paci!!”

“Ohhh no…” Heather inclined dramatically, “I guess we’ll have to find him another one…”

With an evil grin, she tucked her fingers between Brandon’s burning cheeks and yanked out his buttplug with an audible plop!

“Maybe we should try this one!” she said, handing it to me carefully so that I could grab it by the base and not the…other part.

I made sure not to crack his teeth as I gently worked it into his pleading, protesting mouth. I’m not that mean. Then the spankings resumed.

I proceeded to rub his hair almost affectionately while Heather took out the last bit of aggression on him and he was screaming instead of crying.

“Did you learn your lesson, pumpkin??”

“Esss Moamyy!” He said with the plug still in his mouth.

“Apologize to Ms. Lyndsey for being rude in front of her.”

“Umm sowwy Mshh Linnzee”

“That’s okay.” I said, “You’re just a wittle baby after all!”

Heather and I chuckled as she reattached his diaper even from the awkward, face down position, then shoved him off of her. His hands were still glued behind his back, so he crashed to the floor.

“Are you gonna go get your toys now?”

He shook his head voraciously.

“Rellex”

His hands immediately separated and he brought them down beneath him, pushing himself up off the floor and scampering on all fours into the other room. I so desperately wanted to see what it was, exchanging glances with Heather who just smirked in a way that said “you’ll have to wait.”

I didn’t have to wait long though. In seconds Brandon was crawling back in the room, but this time a little more awkwardly.

Each hand had a floppy dildo in it, he had to put his weight on his knuckles to hold them while he crawled, and a third was tucked under his chin, his way of holding it while keeping the buttplug still in his mouth. He dropped them on the floor in front of us like a dog bringing some sticks back in a game of fetch.

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t expect something of the sort by now, but it was still hilarious to see such a possibility come to fruition.

“Awww!! Were you embarrassed to show me your little boyfriends?” I asked him in that same voice Heather used when she was humiliating him. It felt good to get in on the teasing. Degrading him gave me a rush of power. He was always talking down to me, mansplaining every little thing like I couldn’t pour water out of a boot if he wasn’t there to tell me how to do so.

Oh how the tables turn.

“You can take your paci out,” Heather said, and Brandon immediately took the metal plug out of his mouth, breathing fresh air, but his bottom lip still quivering from the ‘after cry’ effects. Doing that huffy ‘ff ff fff” thing. “Now tell us about your toys.”

Brandon looked down like he didn’t know where to start. He eventually scooped up the one on the end. It was a pink, jelly-like dildo with a flat, flared base at the bottom.

“This is…Mr. Pinky” he said in a whimpery voice.

“Awww! Did you name him??” It was adorably pathetic, even if the ‘naming’ part wasn’t his doing.

He didn’t answer, just tried to move right along as if to change the subject. The next one was a ‘caucasion’ cock. It looked super realistic, with rubber balls and veins and everything. It even had a suction cup on the bottom!

“This is Mr. Peter…” he wriggled in the air, still trying to avoid eye contact. “And this one…”

He traced his hand to the last one. It was a big, black one. It also was complete with a set of balls, suction cup, and veins. But it was so girthy that when Brandon put his fingers around it, they almost didn’t meet. He audibly gulped before saying, “This is Mr. Biggs.”

I had to cover my mouth to keep from cackling at the whole spectacle. When I finally controlled myself, I asked: “Which one is your favorite?”

Before he could stop himself, he gave a quick glance at Mr. Biggs, before quickly making his eyes dart in the other direction. He picked up the floppy jelly one.

“Mr. Pinky,” he said in a high-pitched voice.

Heather and I both “aww’d” in conjunction.

“Maybe you should give him a kiss.” Heather suggested.

“Show him how much you love him!” I piggybacked. We always made a great team.

Brandon managed to keep himself from rolling his eyes before bringing the dildo to his face. He puckered his lips pathetically, then planted a little smooch on the head of the jelly dildo.

“What the hell was that?!”

“That was barely even a peck!”

“Show that pecker how much you love it! Or do we need to put you over my knee again?”

Brandon’s eyes went wide in panic before he quickly closed them and then slowly, sensually started kissing the dildo, for much longer this time. Running his lips over the head.

“Use your tongue!” Heather coached.

I definitely saw his eyes roll this time, even though they were closed. He put his tongue out and swirled it over the head.

“Deeper!” I said.

He slowly worked it further into his mouth, centimeter by centimeter. Putting both hands on the base and twisting it around like it was his favorite lollipop.

“Looks like Mr. Pinky should change his name to Mr. Binky!!” I quipped.

Heather smacked my arm, nearly collapsing on the couch in a fit of laughter.

“Deeper.” I told him again. “I wanna see how far you can take it.”

Brandon worked the dildo further and further down his throat, it was actually impressive how far he made it before gagging.

“Wow! He’s pretty good at that.” I told Heather as he pulled the dildo out, gasping for air. “Maybe he should do it on the real thing some day!”

Heather and Brandon immediately exchanged two different looks. Heathers was a smirk, and Brandon’s was one of embarrassment.

I gave my biggest gasp of the night. “He’s already done it, hasn’t he?!”

Heather couldn’t contain her delight anymore as air burst from her mouth, she nodded again and again.

“Shut up!” I exclaimed. “To who?!”

Heather looked at Brandon, giving him the chance to answer, but when he didn’t she said “Conner.”

“Conner?! As in, our friend Conner??”

Heather nodded again.

“When? How? What–” I had so many questions it ended up leaving me speechless.

“Maybe it’s better I show you…” she said, pulling out her phone. Brandon looked like he was about to jump up and tackle her, but a quick, solemn glare made him stop in his tracks. Her face relaxed and went back to smiling as she searched through her camera roll. “Do you want to see the…process? Or just the ending?”

“Yes.” I said.

“Hehe…ok!” she scooted closer to me on the couch, leaning over to where I could see her screen, then hit play.

At first all I saw was darkness, with something rocking back and forth in the distance. The camera clanked as the figure got closer.

“Having fun, baby?” Heather’s voice asked.

“Mmmhmm!!” it was a desperate, muffled moan.

Finally, the figure came into view, and the light hit Brandon square in the face as he bobbed back and forth, a big, fat dick in his mouth. What I wouldn’t give to have that exact image hung up and framed.

“How’s he doing?” Heather asked the man who had his cock down Brandon’s throat.

“Sucking it like a champ!” Conner replied between moans.

“Awww!! Good job, Brandi! I told you you’d be a good little cocksucker!!” she said, patting his head like a dog and rubbing his hair.

She didn’t have to force him. He didn’t seem to be under any sort of spell. He was doing it under his own power, and he was doing it well. Probably better than I could do. Sucking and slurping like the best of them. Lapping at the balls. Using his hands to stroke and worship, like he hadn’t been fed in days and needed to drain it of every drop for sustenance.

I looked over at the real Brandon. He looked like he was trying to crawl inside himself. To make himself disappear just so he didn’t have to cringe so hard and face the music anymore.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” Heather’s voice again. “Let Mommy check…” The camera clanked again as she angled it down. Brandon was dressed in a much skimpier outfit reminiscent of a slutty school girl. Heather used one hand to lift his skirt and expose his diaper underneath. She crooked a finger on the waistband, flipped on her flashlight, and shined it inside. There was Brandon’s cock, not in that tiny cage, but clear as day, sticking straight up in his diaper, like it was the happiest it had ever been.

“Awww! Honey!! You’re leaking!!” Heather cooed, tracing a finger over the head of his penis and pulling up ropes and ropes of precum.

The last thing the video showed was Brandon whimpering with the cock still in his mouth, even in the darkness of the video I could see his cheeks flushed with shame.

“Wow.” I said, stupefied. “I…I can’t believe it.”

Conner was a good friend of ours. Over half of Heather and Brandon’s fights had to do with him. Brandon was insanely jealous and controlling. He didn’t like Heather talking to any male on planet Earth, so he really didn’t like how close we were with Conner. Heather never cheated on him though. I know that for a fact. She would have told me.

“Oh you haven’t even seen the best part yet…” Heather smirked, flipping to the next video. Again, Brandon had to restrain himself to keep from jumping up and stopping her from showing me whatever it was. This had to be good.

“Show me what’s in your mouth, Brandi!!” Heather’s voice called. The lights were on now, so it was much easier to see. Brandon was on his knees with his mouth gaping open and his head tilted back. Heather zoomed right in to the rather large, white puddle sitting on and around Brandon’s tongue.

“Such a good girl!! Look how much you got out of him, you little slut!!”

Brandon didn’t say anything, just sat there with his eyes looking around, waiting for the okay to swallow.

“Thank him for letting you suck his dick with that big ‘ole load in your mouth!”

“Shankk oo fow wetting me shuck oor ickk shurr!!” Brandon sputtered.

“Now gargle it, you fucking whore!”

He cringed as he gargled it like a shot of mouthwash. He relaxed, happy for it to be over. His jaw must have been aching by now. But Heather wasn’t done.

“Would you like to cum now, baby girl?” Heather asked.

Wide eyed, Brandon nodded as frantically as he could without spilling what was in his mouth.

“D’awww!! It’s been soo wongg hasn’t it? Is somewon fwustated??”

Again he nodded. Whimpered too.

“Well you either get to cum, or you get to swallow. Which would you prefer?”

Brandon whined pathetically at the thought of having to choose. It took him several precious seconds to make his decision.

“I wun oo cumm Moammy”

She pinched his drooly, jizz covered cheek.

“I knew you would, baby! Now go ahead and rub the front of your diaper. Go on! Go ahead and cum while you have another man’s cum in your mouth!!”

Brandon was probably thankful that it took him less than 15 seconds to spurt inside his Pampers. She eventually let him swallow, but only once any shred of horniness he had was worn off. He didn’t seem nearly as enthralled by then.

Heather clicked off the phone. I had to collect myself after seeing such a sight. “Did you enjoy yourself, cum breath?” I jeered over at Brandon. His head hung very low.

“So was that just a one time thing or…?”

Heather did that thing she does when she’s been holding something in. “Actually…Conner and I are kind of…seeing each other.”

I really didn’t think I could be surprised anymore than I already have. I smacked her arm again playfully. “And you didn’t tell me?!”

“It’s only been a month!!” Heather retorted, murmuring “Since that video…”

I found that to be hilarious. “And Brandon’s okay with that?”

She shrugged nonchalantly. “He doesn’t really have a choice. He brought this all on himself. He cheated on me for God knows how long. So instead of leaving him I guess I’m…getting some payback.”

“Good for you girl!!” I said proudly.

Heather tried to keep the glowing smile off her face, like someone that had been set free, but she was unsuccessful. “You understand why I couldn’t tell you, right?”

I waved it off. This was quite the loaded situation, and I’m glad she finally invited me over and was able to come clean.

“So how are things going with you and Conner?”

“Really well, actually. It was kinda weird at first, being close friends at all, but I guess getting your ex-boyfriend suck your new boyfriend’s dick really helps break down some barriers.”

“And I take it he’s okay with…” I nodded over at Brandon, still whimpering in his little dress.

“Oh yea. He’s always hated Brandon. He uses every opportunity to get back at him for being such a fucking bully all the time. Brandon even has a special name for him now! Tell her what you call him, Brandi!”

Brandon’s voice was so small and high-pitched, I almost didn’t hear it. “Daddy…”

“I’m sorry, what?” I called aloud. “I couldn’t hear you.”

He huffed. “Daddy! I call him DADDY!!”

This might be the best day of my life.

“Do you want me to show her what ‘Daddy’ did to you the other day?” Heather asked, brandishing her phone once more.

“No!! NO! Pweez Mommy!!”

Heather stopped. “Awww! Okay, I won’t show her the video…” and Brandon breathed a huge sigh of relief, “So I guess you’ll have to show her by using your toys!!”

Brandon’s face plummeted. He wanted to argue, I could see it. But Heather just put up a finger and made a tiny circle.

Brandon’s ever-moving bottom lip quaked again as he turned around and bent over.

“Pull it down,” she said, and Brandon started tugging down his diaper, exposing his red and blue buttcheeks.

“Use Mr. Pinky.” she ordered.

Catching on, I knew what was coming. “Or are we about to have to call him Mr. Stinky?”

Brandon traced the line of his crack with the dildo, searching for his perfectly shaven butthole. Once he found it, he pressed the head inward. It took him several attempts to get the jelly-like dildo to cooperate, but soon he was able to work it inward. The fingers and plug from before must have made it a mostly smooth entrance.

It was quite the sight to see. We sure had come a long way since I first walked through the door a few hours ago.

We watched as he fucked himself for a bit, then grew a little bored. So Heather leaned over and showed me her phone. Conner had Brandon on all fours on the bed, absolutely pounding his ass in that same schoolgirl outfit. Brandon must have heard the sound of him moaning like a bitch in the video, so he started whimpering again while pulling Mr. Pinky in and out.

“Shut the hell up!” Heather hollered. “Put Mr. Peter in your mouth and stay quiet so we can hear!”

Brandon whined, using the hand that wasn’t stuffing his asshole to grab the white dildo and stick it to the floor in front of him, rocking back and forth and bobbing on that big rubber dick.

“Remember how much he used to pressure you to do anal?” I asked, as if she could forget.

“Oh my GOD, tell me about it.” Heather groaned. “I can’t believe I gave in at times. But don’t worry, I got him back with Mr. Biggs strapped around my waist. A few times...”

We made another glass of wine, our 6th of the night, leaving Brandon to suck and fuck himself on the floor. We talked more about Conner, how we need to see each other again, especially after all this. We both felt great about having everything out in the air again.

“Ohp! It’s almost 9 o’clock!” Heather said, checking her watch. “Wayy past wittle Brandi’s bedtime!”

“What time does he usually go to bed?”

“7.”

“Seven??”

She shrugged. “He’s a baby now. Baby’s need their sleep. And he doesn’t get much if Conner and I are in the other room.” She clapped her hands. “Come on little one! It’s bed time!”

Brandon actually whined that he had to stop. Like he was on the verge of something but it got yanked away. He turned around with puppy dog eyes, and gave one last, feeble attempt.

In his most pathetic baby talk, he said “Mommy…can I pweez, pweez make cummies? Pweez?? I’ll do it the way Daddy did it..”

Heather waved it away immediately. “Absolutely not, now tell Ms. Lyndsey bye and—“

I placed my arm on hers to stop her. “No, wait. I want to see it.”

I couldn’t get enough of this. I don’t know if it was morbid curiosity, or some sort of dominant, sadistic fervor that was growing inside of me.

Heather stood there, mouth agape, then threw out her hands, and nodded. “Fine, but you have to have Mr. Biggs in your mouth the whole time.”

I smiled victoriously, kneeling down to Brandon until we were at eye level. I raised his chin up so he was forced to look at me.

“What did your Daddy do to you, honey? Show me.”

Brandon was stoic for the first time all night, determined to get what he wanted no matter the cost. He reached behind him, and pushed Mr. Pinky all the way in until it was buried to the base, then he pulled the diaper back up around his waist.

Heather sat back down on the couch again, and used both hands to tap her knees, only twice this time. Brandon eagerly grabbed Mr. Biggs and waddled over, the diaper keeping Mr. Pinky pressed inside him. When he got to Heather, he turned back around and faced away from her, gingerly lowering himself down onto her knee. He gasped as the dildo pressed further into him. There was no way for Heather to support his full weight on just one leg, so Brandon sort of hovered over it.

“You ready?” She asked.

Brandon nodded.

“Mouth.”

He plopped Mr. Biggs in his mouth. Having to open as wide as he could in order to stuff the big black dildo inside.

“Here we go!” She said, and started bouncing him on her knee.

Brandon “mm mm mm’fd” with every thrust of her leg jamming into his padded bottom. Pinky pressing inside him.

“How is he supposed to…cum from that?” I asked.

Heather threw up her hands, still bouncing her knee. “I don’t know, something about a ‘sissygasm’. Conner assured me it would work. I didn’t beleive him, but after just a few minutes of bouncing him on his knee, his diaper was full of spunk.

“Maybe just leakies?” I asked, surprised that I used her babytalk from earlier.

“Maybe. He sure seemed to enjoy it though.”

Brandon was panting on her leg. Using both hands to suck his dildo like it were a giant baby bottle.

“Switch legs!” Heather ordered, and he did. “It’s a good workout! My legs are burning.”

“I bet!”

After a while, that leg grew tired too.

“Want me to take him?” I offered.

“Sure!”

Even though Brandon mostly moved over on his own power, Heather guided him with her hands like he was a fragile vase that would topple over if she wasn’t  there to hold him.

Brandon’s weight was more than I was expecting. I didn’t last long at all bouncing either leg, but I did enjoy the feeling of driving that dildo up his butt. I took pride in making him whimper with that dick in his mouth.

“You know what,” I said, “you do the work!”

Brandon desperately started grinding his butt against my thigh. It reminded me of the time Heather and I went to that male strip club and got a lap dance. (No diapers were involved...unfortunately.)

I let him embarrass himself at his poor attempt to make himself work the dildo in his diaper in a manly fashion. I could have watched it all day…if my legs weren’t getting sore.

“On the floor!” Heather commanded, pointing down to the ground.

Brandon whimpered, but obeyed.

“Bouncy bouncy!” She told him, and he commenced again. Plopping up and down, using the hand that wasn’t shoving the dildo in his mouth to raise himself off the floor. Heather and I both leaned over and clapped our hands in time with his little hops, like a patronizing cheering section.

“Bouncy bouncy bouncy!!” We sang and clapped encouragingly.

Soon his moans shifted to longer, deeper “mmmm’s”. Something was happening.

He abandoned the bouncing thing and instead started rocking around in  little circles on the ground.

His nose whistled has he huffed and puffed through it, building up a rhythm in time with his rustling around on the floor.

“Mmm! ‘Mmmm!! Mmmmm! MMMMM!!!”

Brandon’s entire body started spasming in his sitting position. His breathing intensified, and slowly withered away. The circling slowed, then stopped. Brandon’s eyes were in the back of his head.

“Did he…?”

“Brandi, did you make a goo goo?”

He nodded his head ‘yes’ exasperatedly,  breathing heavily, big fat dildo still in his mouth.

“No way.” I exclaimed, still in denial.

We both jumped off the couch and circled around him. Heather did the honors of poking a finger into his diaper, and pulling back the front so we could both get a peek inside.

Sure enough, there were big ‘ole globs of cum leaking through the little holes of his flattened chastity device. He did it. He really did it! You learn something new every day…

“Awww!! Brandi!! You sure did make a goo goo in your diapy!!”

Brandon didn’t seem as proud as we both were. In fact, he didn’t seem very happy at all. While he achieved his relief, he must have been hit with a tsunami of post-nut clarity.

“Sure doesn’t seem like there’s a reason to take that cage off at all anymore!” I observed.

“I think you’re right!!” Heather agreed, but I sure don’t think Brandon did…

******

After Heather gave me a full tour of Brandon’s nursery room, she ‘helped’ him into the crib that Conner had apparently built for him. It was actually more like a cage than a crib, with bars going all the way up to the ceiling, and there wasn’t very much room for Brandon to spread out. I highly doubted it was a design flaw.

She didn’t even bother changing his diaper again, which Brandon had now wet while he watched me fawn over his wardrobe of pretty dresses.

Heather put the beloved pacifier back in Brandon’s mouth, and gave him a kiss on the forehead before climbing out of the little door of the cribcage and locking it shut. “Goodnight baby girl!” She said through the bars.

“Goodnight, sticky pants!” I teased.

The abundance of wine had finally worn off, and I was instead hit with a wave of exhaustion. The last several hours had been a lot to process.

“This was so fun!” I told her at the door, and I really meant it. Seriously, I didn’t think playing with a giant adult baby could be so exciting.

“It was so nice to get together again!” Heather sighed, “let’s not let it be this long before we next hang out.”

“Well, we can always go on double dates! With a very stinky 5th wheel…” I giggled at my own joke, “and if you ever need a babysitter, I’d be happy to do so while you and Conner go out. I might even bring Mark with me so he can see what’s in it for him if he ever crosses me!”

Heather chuckled, “You think he’d make as pretty of a girl as Brandi?”

I had a hard time not imagining it.

We wrapped our arms around each other and gave the tightest of squeezy hugs.

“I love you,” Heather said into my ear.

“I love you too, bestie!”

The End