The Remote (Patreon Exclusive)

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Ding. 

Benji had already gotten used to the little chiming noises that his earpiece made. He barely even noticed it. 

Reaching down, he flushed the toilet, zipped up his jeans, and went to wash his hands. A jingle played as he ran the soap and water, dried off, and went to go make lunch. 

When Evelyn had approached him about helping with her thesis, he’d thought nothing of it. It was barely an inconvenience to him, and it was going to help her out quite a bit. One pill every night before bed to regulate his sleep, and an earpiece with audio tracking and some environmental sensors to monitor day-to-day activity. 

Two weeks in, he’d basically forgotten that the earpiece was there. 

Opening the fridge, he took out the ingredients for a sandwich, putting it together with minimal effort just so he’d have something to eat before he got back to writing his novel. As he first took a bite, a little click-clack sound effect played, just like it did every time he’d eaten since starting the ‘experiment’. 

As he was munching on the sandwich, his phone beeped. Benji almost ignored it - he was so used to chimes, beeps, and jingles that the notifications from his cell phone barely registered, but after a second he remembered what that sound meant and answered it.

It was a text from Evelyn. “Are you home?” 

With a thumb, he typed back, “Yes.” 

Beep. 

He expected a response, but none came. Instead, a minute later, there was a knock at the door. 

Frowning, he set down the remains of his sandwich and went to check it out, glancing through the peephole. Evelyn was standing in front of his apartment door, dressed in overalls and a pink top. She had a bulky blue bag over one shoulder, decorated with baby blocks and rubber duckies. 

Benji wasn’t sure what to make of her getup. Did she just come from one of her babysitting gigs? 

Either way, it was rude to keep her waiting. He opened the door. “Hey, Evie.” 

“Are you free right now to talk about my thesis?” Evelyn asked, stepping inside. 

“Eh… yeah, sure.” Beep. It was out of character for her to just barge in like this, but that just made him more curious what was going on. 

“Alright, great.” She shut the door, setting down the bulky diaper bag on the couch, unzipping it. “How would you say the earpiece has been working so far?”

“I barely notice it at this point,” Benji admitted, peering over her shoulder to see what she was getting. “It’s just background noise. Is it getting the information you need?” 

“Maybe.” Reaching into the bag, Evelyn came out with a baby bottle full of something milky white and a little thicker than milk. She held it out for him to take. “Hold this for a moment, for me?” 

“Sure, I guess.” 

Accepting the bottle, Benji frowned. What’s she doing? 

As he pondered that, Evelyn took a small plastic remote out of her pocket, pressing one of the buttons. 

Click-clack. 

Putting the bottle to his lips, Benji began to suck on it absently, confused why Evelyn had such a large grin plastered on her face all of a sudden. 

“Wha’th got you tho… happy?” 

He frowned, looking down at the bottle in his lips. That… wasn’t right. He took it out, looking at it with alarm. 

Evelyn pressed another button.

Ding. 

Without a second’s hesitation, standing right in front of her, Benji began to pee his pants. 

It wasn’t a conscious decision. One moment, he didn’t need to go, the next, his body just decided it was time to pee. A dark, wet stain started spreading on his crotch, and it was only when he felt the wet warmth that he realized what he was doing. 

Alarmed and embarrassed, he looked down at himself, then up at Evelyn. “I… Um…” 

Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she held a finger on the remote. “Benji, did you just have an accident in your pants?” 

Beep. 

“Y-yes,” he admitted without thought, blushing even more deeply. 

“Well, then. If you’re having accidents, I think that means you should have on some protection, right?” 

Beep.

“Yes.” Wait, what? “I mean-” 

Evelyn smiled, leaning in. “Benji, baby. I think we should make something clear. You don’t get to decide.” 

He took a step back. “What do you mean?” 

“I mean,” Evelyn said, holding up the remote for emphasis. “That unless you’re a good little baby, I can make life very difficult for you. Trust me. Things will be easier if you’re obedient.” 

Benji looked between her and the remote, eyes wide. “What did you do to me?” 

“Oh, just a little chemical stimulation and some suggestion training,” Evelyn shrugged. “I’ve got more than a dozen instructions in place that’ll bypass your conscious thoughts now, baby, and there’s nothing you can do about it. So, unless you’d like to learn just how strict I can be when babies need discipline, you’ll take off your soggy pants and lie down on the couch.” 

Benji shook his head. This wasn’t happening. Evelyn was his friend, not… whatever this was. 

“No.” 

She rolled her eyes. “Okay, the hard way then.”

Moving her hand to the largest button on the bottom of the remote, Evelyn pressed it down, hard. 

Tick.  

Pleasure, immense and distracting, made Benji drop to his knees. It was suddenly all he could do to keep a coherent thought in his head, fighting off the sudden, driving need to bring that pleasure to completion. He fought the urge, too proud to do that in front of her, but it took most of his willpower to resist. 

Evelyn ‘tsked’. “Aww, it doesn’t actually just make you cum on demand? That’s too bad. As long as you’re properly helpless, though, I suppose it doesn’t matter...” 

Reaching down, she grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the couch. Benji tried to tug his arm away, but every time he resisted, Evelyn jammed down the pleasure button again, and mind-numbing arousal made it hard to even stay upright. 

Pushing him down onto the couch, Evelyn unzipped his pants, tugged down his underwear, and tossed both on the floor. He blushed, at full mast with nothing to conceal it, but Evelyn only snickered and reached for her bag. 

It shouldn’t have surprised him that she took out a thick, fluffy diaper, but Benji still squeaked in alarm when he saw it. 

“Aww, silly baby,” Evelyn cooed. “Did you think I was going to let you have accidents all over the place and just let you ruin your perfectly good big-boy underwear? Of course not. It’s diapers for you from now on, until you can use the potty properly.” Wiggling the remote in her other hand, she added, “And that’s going to take a long time.” 

Benji wanted to get up, but as his eyes drifted to the door with thoughts of running for it - Tick - the pleasure button made his mind go foggy again, back arching with sensation.

When his head cleared enough to think, the diaper was sitting beneath his butt, and Evelyn was sprinkling white, perfumed powder around his crotch. 

“Why are you doing this?” he whimpered, as she began rubbing the powder into his thighs.

“Because you’re just too adorable to let this chance go by,” Evelyn purred, fingers running gently along his skin. “And because I wanted to see if I could. It’s not very impressive making you do things you already wanted to do, obviously. Using my technique to have a grown boy rubbing himself in poopy diapers? Not only is that intensely cute, it’s a much better proof of concept.” 

Pulling back, she looked down at his erection. “Now, I know you’re enjoying yourself, but that’s going to get in the way a bit while I finish changing you, so…” Moving her finger to another button, she pressed it. 

Hiss. 

He went limp, frustration suddenly building as all the tension and anticipated pleasure went away. He had a moment of clear headedness, but knew that if he tried to run or go for the remote, Evelyn could just as easily press his pleasure button and have him moaning on the floor in seconds. 

Evelyn folded the diaper up between his legs, pressing it against his crotch as she took the tapes one at a time, sticking each down and smoothing it onto the plastic cover with the palm of her hand. 

Once he was thoroughly wrapped up in the crinkly padding, she passed him the bottle, tabbing the remote. 

Click-clack. 

Overcome by thirst, Benji put the formula bottle to his lips, suckling on it automatically. 

“Now…” She smirked, fingers playing over the buttons on the remote. “Since you were a good baby, and did what you were told with only a little fussing, I suppose I’ll let you have a little fun. “Sit up, little one.” 

For some reason, Benji didn’t trust that he was actually going to enjoy whatever Evelyn was planning. He sat up, eyeing her uncertainly. 

“Good. Now, since you were still a little fussy, I think we should test just one more button first.” 

“No, wait-” 

There was nothing to be done. Her finger moved down to a small button near the bottom, holding it down for a long moment. 

Ding-ding. 

Benji recognized the sound, and his body did too. Reacting automatically, whether or not he wanted to, he began to push. 

Warm, soft mush filled the seat of his diaper, and since he was sitting, it was smushed front and back, spreading in his padding as his body forced out the muck. There was no fighting it, his body just responded to the noise and began to go, even as his conscious thoughts begged his body to stop. 

Evelyn wrinkled her nose, but her expressions was delighted as she stood over him. “Good baby! Just fill up your diapers, like you can’t even help it.” Smirking, she added, “Since you really can’t help it.”

“P-please, don’t-” Benji started. 

The plea was pointless, and they both knew it. Evelyn moved her finger to the pleasure button, pressed it down, and giggled at his reaction. 

Tick.

Benji was still in the process of filling his diaper, but the pleasure that racked his body was impossible to ignore, and Evelyn kept her hand on the button, so that there was no chance to orient himself or resist the temptation. 

Moaning, he pressed a hand into the crotch of his diaper, rubbing it, building even more heat and desire. 

“Are you my baby?” Evelyn asked. 

Beep. 

“Y-yes,” Benji gasped, automatically, as the inbuilt response forced the words out. 

“Do you like your smelly diapers?” 

Beep. 

He couldn’t help but say it. “Yes…” 

“Do you want to cum, little one?” 

No beep this time. 

Whimpering, Benji nodded. “Yes.” 

She released the pleasure button. The pleasure didn’t stop, though, because Benji didn’t stop rubbing, grinding his mess into the couch until an explosive release washed over him, tingling warmth and humiliation and relaxation all mingling as he sank back on the couch. 

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this good, even as the sensation was mingled with shame and embarrassment. 

“Good job, little one,” Evelyn cooed, leaning over to kiss him on the forehead. “Now, mommy needs to get your nursery set up. How would you feel about a little nap?” 

“I’m not- I don’t…” Benji started to say, but he knew it was a hypothetical. 

“Oh, that’s right. It’s not up to you.” Evelyn pressed the ‘off’ button on the remote, snickering. 

Whirrrrr…

Benji didn’t recognize the sound, but he knew what it was. The noise that played every night as he drifted to sleep. 

He couldn’t fight the noise’s pull. Slumping onto the couch, diaper squelching between his legs, he drifted off to sleep. 

Evelyn bent over him, kissing Benji on the forehead in a maternal gesture. “Don’t you worry about a thing, little Baby, just get your rest,” she said, though he couldn’t hear her. “I’m going to take care of everything for you. You won't even have to think.”