Chapter 3: Humiliation Begins
Jake couldn't believe the situation he found himself in. He lay on the changing mat, speechless. He had never felt so vulnerable and exposed, and the humiliation was almost too much to bear. Samantha, on the other hand, was enjoying every moment of her brother's discomfort. She couldn't help but giggle as she watched her brother in shock.
"There you go, my baby girl," she cooed, patting his diapered bottom gently. "All nice and snug."
Jake's face burned with embarrassment, and he couldn't help but feel a growing sense of resentment towards his sister. How could she do this to him? He had always been the one to tease and torment her, and now she was getting her revenge in the most humiliating way possible.
As Samantha helped him into the pink onesie, Jake couldn't help but notice that it was a size too small. The fabric stretched tightly over his chest and shoulders, and the sleeves barely reached his wrists. He felt like a sausage stuffed into a casing, and he couldn't help but feel self-conscious about his appearance.
Samantha, however, seemed to find it all hilarious. She giggled and cooed as she fastened the snaps on the onesie, her fingers lingering on his skin in a way that made him feel even more uncomfortable.
"Now, my baby girl, it's time for your bottle," she said, holding up the bottle filled with what looked like milk.
Jake's stomach clenched with revulsion. He hated the taste of milk, and the thought of drinking it from a bottle was almost too much to bear. But he knew that he had no choice. If he refused, Samantha would only find some other way to humiliate him.
Reluctantly, he opened his mouth and allowed Samantha to insert the nipple of the bottle. He tried to drink as slowly as possible, hoping to prolong the inevitable, but Samantha was having none of it. She held the bottle firmly, tilting it upwards and forcing him to drink faster.
As the milk filled his mouth and slid down his throat, Jake couldn't help but feel a growing sense of shame. He was a grown man, reduced to drinking from a bottle like a baby. He couldn't believe that his sister had reduced him to this.
But Samantha seemed to be enjoying herself immensely. She giggled and cooed as she fed him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Jake could see the delight in her face, and he knew that she was reveling in his humiliation.
As the bottle emptied, Jake felt a growing sense of discomfort in his lower abdomen. He had been holding in his pee for hours now, and the pressure was becoming unbearable. He tried to shift his position, hoping to relieve some of the pressure, but it only made things worse.
Samantha noticed his discomfort and smiled wickedly. "Looks like my baby girl needs to use the potty," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Jake's face burned with embarrassment. He couldn't believe that his sister was talking to him like this. He tried to protest, to tell her that he was a grown man and didn't need to use the potty, but the words wouldn't come.
Samantha, however, was relentless. She cooed and cajoled him, her voice taking on a patronizing tone that made him feel even more humiliated. "Come on, my baby girl. Let's go potty."
Jake tried to resist, to hold out for as long as possible, but it was no use. The pressure in his bladder was too great, and he knew that he wouldn't be able to hold it in much longer. With a sense of resignation, he allowed Samantha to lead him to the bathroom.
As they entered the bathroom, Jake couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. He knew what was coming, and he couldn't believe that he was going to allow it to happen. But there was nothing he could do. He was at his sister's mercy, and he knew that he had no choice but to submit.
