Fulldiaper

Part 3 Lydia, took my hand and led me to the master bed and pulled down the covers and sat me down on the edge of the bed. As my padded posterior made contact, I could feel that tingling sensation as if my butt was being shot with tiny microfine needles and a euphoria came over me again and this woman I was enamoured with, was tucking me into bed for the night. Lydia said, "if you need the bathroom, just use your diaper, I'll change it in the morning." I nodded and then sleep over took me. As I slept I dreamt of Lydia, Susan and all the women in my life coddling and cooing me as a big baby. I dreamt that I suckled on a very large bottle of something sweet and thick. Sometime during the night, I felt the urge to wet and my bladder released into the thick diaper and it drank it all up, as if it was challenging me to saturate it if I could. I don't know that I moved very much at all that night and had probably the best sleep in months and surely the most restful! I awoke with terible cramps and knew that my morning constitution was about to happen. You see every morning, when I wake up, I have to move my bowels, so my day is filled with just a little less sh*t. This morning was to be different though. I usually messed my diaper, jerked off and then wanted nothing to do with being in them until I got horny again. A cramp gripped me and I sat straight up in bed and instinctively bolted to the bathroom, only to find nothing in there, since it was in remodel. I gripped my stomach and felt my resolve weakening and passed a very loud and smelly fart and I started going into my own little world. I squatted like a toddler and I started pushing. I was so engrossed I didn't hear Lydia walk into the room and enter the bathroom, until I had completely my infantile doody. I felt a firm hand on the bottom of my diaper and it press upwards and measure the mass now located in the seat of my diaper. I heard her exclaim, "oh my baby boy, you really made a special surprise for me, didn't you?" I could do nothing but start crying and so I did. Lydia gently helped me up and escorted me to the bedroom, where she led me into the nursery and sat me down on the changing table and again, I felt euphoric and not a care in the world. Mommy, I started, and corrected myself and said, "Lydia is here to help me." As she pulled the tapes loose on one side, the smell assaulted both our noses and she went, "peeu baby, when you doo something, you doo it well." and smiled at me and blew zerbits on my tummy. She pulled the diaper down and pressed it's contents to the back of the diaper, using the front to remove the majority of my morning deposit to the back and underneath me. She grabbed some baby wipes and finished cleaning me up and then applied lotion and powder, before taping me into another phantasy diaper. (I didn't think anything about it. Maybe she got it from my truck) Then I noticed there was a fully stocked stack of various sizes and shape diapers, but it didn't matter to me. Her phone rang again, just as she was finishing closing up the diaper and she pulled me to a sitting position and I again was in a euphoric state and carefree and feeling no pain. About that time, my bladder cut loose and I soaked the front of the diaper and I noticed that the characters were disappearing, and so did Lydia. I heard her say, "I have to go, the diapers are working wonderfully. I just changed him and he's already wet again. Talk to you later Susan" Lydia came back to where I was sitting and helped me off the changing table and down onto the floor. She asked, "are you hungry? I fixed breakfast downstairs." I said, "I'm famished, let's go eat." Again, only in my tee-shirt, diaper and socks I was parading around in front of this BobiBrook dressed woman in her tight A frame dress and 6" stilettos. She said, "You go ahead, I'll be right behind your cute self." I started to walk, well, more of a waddle out of the nursery and as I walked by the mirror, the nanny was in there and smiling and giving me the thumbs up. Lydia just was astonished in such a short time her and Susan's invention was rendering me into an overgrown toddler. You see Lydia's ex-husband was a closet infantilist that owned the local CVS and he reluctantly agreed to test market the Phantasy diaper's in his store, if he could have some for his playtime. Lydia and Susan were all too happy to oblige him, since once any man put them on, they would work their magic on him and turn him into a diaper dependent bABy within six months. The chemicals in the diaper reacted with pressure, urine and feces to make the wearer fearless and at total and complete ease with any dominate woman. She could steer him into the diapers and very shortly, she would have a compliant, diapered bABy slave at her beacon call.

Part 2 As she served me her cell phone rang and she said, "excuse me, I need to take this" She got up and walked into the other room. I'm not sure if she knew I could hear or not, but I could. I heard Lydia say, "it's better than I thought....Yes Yes, he's wearing one of our new diapers...Yes Yes, I'm excited too Susan. I'd better go before he get's suspicious..You too, goodbye." Lydia walked back in as I let out a loud and smelly fart. I must have turned seven shades of red and bellered out, "OH MY Excuse me ma'am." Lydia chucked and said, "I hope that was gas dear and the commented, if it wasn't we'll need a clean pamper for you." It was then I realized that I was sitting in there with my Izod shirt and new diaper and my socks. In front of a very well shaped and sharply dressed woman. I went to get up and Lydia did something that surprised me, she satdown on my lap and again, I thought I felt pin pricks and everything was peaceful and I felt so relaxed...no troubles ... no worries about anything. Lydia excused her self and said, "dear me, I fell." As she stood up, I managed to get a very closeup look at her apple shaped ass-ets and even assissted her up, by placing my hand on one of them. She turned around and said, "are you flirting with me baby boy?" I blushed and said, "I was helping." She leaned over and I got the perfect view of her ample firm breasts and I could picture me lip locked on them suckling happily into oblivion. Then she kissed me on the forehead and I felt another small shock. She said, "wow, static electricity." Then she walked behind my chair and pulled it back for me and helped me up. I thought I felt her pat my butt, but I couldn't be sure because they were so thick and comfortable. I stood up and my legs were kind of wobbly for some reason and she grabbed me and steadied me. She said, "maybe we should start upstairs, since you appear to be having difficults and it might get progressively worse; is that ok?" She escorted me up the two flights of stairs and we entered the guest bedroom and it was about 20' by 40' and had three windows, solid oak flooring and a small library, private bathroom. When told Lydia, "I need the little boys room." She said, "that's the one problem with the house, the plumbing is out in the entire house, the plumber will be here next week to fix the comodes and pipes. Then she said, "anyway, you're wearing a diaper, IF you have to use the potty, use it and I'll change you, when we're done, OK?" I did notice the house had modern heating and air conditioning ducts and the rooms, even though I was clad only in a diaper, tee-shirt and my socks were quite warm. I also noticed that most of the window glass was very thick like a crystal and heavy to open. When Lydia pulled a small remote out of her pocket and said, "they're all electric Michael." and the window effortlessly lifted. I could see that the second floor room, was actually about 40' feet up and that meant that there was two floors missing somewhere. About that time Lydia broke my train of thought and grabbed my hand and started escorting me to the next room on the tour. This room was nearly twice the size and I asked, "is this the masterroom?" Lydia said, "no this would be a nanny or butler's quarters." I was like holy moly, this is huge. Off to the side was two very well a customized bathrooms, with a sunken bathe and two large showers with multiple jets from the waist up and overhead with a place to sit and attend to cleaning, if need be. Then Lydia said, "here's the nursery, right off the Nanny/Butler room, so s/he can keep an eye on the little ones. Inside the nursery, was a huge mirror and as I walked up to I began to realize that I was dressed more appropriately for the nursery than any other part of the house. I observed the nursery in the mirror and I got closer, I thought I caught a glimpse of a woman, in an apron and carrying a large babybottle. I turned around to see Lydia behind me, but this woman looked like Lydia, but she was dressed more as a nanny or mother would be carrying for a child in this nursery. The woman in the mirror motioned me to come to her. I turned around and Lydia was standing there, just smiling a cheshire cat smile, but nothing more. I could almost feel the mirror drawing me toward it. I turned to Lydia and said, "what's next?" She said, "the master bedroom Michael." As we left the nursery, I asked Lydia, "did you see that?" Lydia said, "see what ?" I said, "nothing, I think my mind is playing tricks on me." As we headed down the hall, I could swear I was hearing something and Lydia nudged me as I slowed down to try and grasp what I was hearing, until we were outside the master bedroom door. I noticed it too was large as we walked in. The nursery that was attached to the Nanny/Butler room as Lydia called it, was also a side room off the master bedroom, but I don't remember seeing any other doors, onlly the mirror. There were two sinks, two comodes and bidet, with two showers and two side by side deep sunken tubs and jacuzzi too. I was begining to think this was going to be way out of my price range now. Lydia noticed my concerned look and said, "it's affordable and practical Michael." When we finished the tour of upstairs I noticed that it was close to midnight and we still hadn't been downstairs or in the basement yet. Lydia said, "the master bedroom is made up, why don't you spend the night here and I'll come back in the morning and we can finish up the tour and start the paperwork?"

Magic Mirror by Fulldiaper Michael Copyright 2010. All Rights Reserved Part 1 I had been looking for a house to buy for nearly six weeks, when a femle realtor of mine told me about this victorian home in the older part of the town I was currently residing in. She explained that it was an old daycare and the owner of the daycare had come up missing. She gave me one of her cards and the address and said, "I'll meet you there at 4:30 and we'll have dinner and I'll show you the house"! I couldn't stay focused all day because I thought Lydia was a sexy cougar and had a hot body. She was just a little short of 6' tall and brunette, defintely DD busts and if her body had been an hour glass, all the sand was packed into the right places. Firm, round gluteous maximus, medius and minimus. Perky soft lips that her red lipstick shimmered on. She wore 4-6" heels most of the time and tight well tailored A frame dresses that accentuated her ass-ets. I went to a fast food resturaunt and got a burger and fried for lunch and scarfed them down along with a vanilla shake and apple pie. As the afternoon wore on, I noticed my body was becoming distressed and I was builing up an excessive amount of gas. I finished my programming and started packing for the evening events with Lydia. About me, I'm a 6' 7" tall white male, brown hair, and eyes, beard and mustache that been a Microsloth computer programmer for 22 years. I'm not your spring chicken, but I'm not over the hill, though I can see the hill from where I am in life currently. I packed up my laptop and my extermal hard drives and burners along with my portable printer and scanner and assessed my office for anything I might need at my meager apartment for this weekend. As I exited the office complex, I said goodbye to the two security officers on duty and waived to coworkers male and female and bid them a fond good weekend. I prepared to enter the elevator and leave, just as Susan got to the elevator. Susan is the office gossip and resident flirt. She started the conversation with, "Hi Michael, you sure are looking sexy. What are you're plans this weekend?" I said frankly, "Susan, I'm going to look at a house to buy finally." Susan said, "oh, really, where, and when?" I told her, "I have a dinner enguagement with the realtor this evening and told her the address." Susan's face screwed up and she said, "did you know that house is haunted and people have disappeared from there, never to be seen again?" I said, "I'm sure that's folklore Susan?" Susan said, "just be careful and pulled a pen out of her purse and wrote down her phone number and said, "call me if you feel the need"" I took the number and pushed it into my shirt pocket just as the elevator arrived. We both entered and I noticed out of the corner of my eye Susan eyeing my lower body and scanning it for evident of something, but I didn't know what. We both exited the elevator and I watched Susan's lovely figure as she walked to her SUV in the parking garage. She turned around and said, "if you come over afterwards, I'll show you more BIG BOY" in her best May West impression. We both laughed and I said, "I just might take you up on that Babydoll." in my best John Wayne. She blew me a kiss as I reached my pickup truck. I opened the front door and then half backdoor and slid my briefcase and laptop cases inside. I closed the back and climbed into the front of the pickup truck and inserted my keys into the column and turned the key and the engine roared to life and pumped the gas peddle a couple of times and then put my foot on the brake and put the truck into gear and turned around and checked my rear view mirror and sides and proceeded to back out of my parking spot. I rolled down the window and started toward the exit. I reached down and grabbed a piece of gum and started chewing it and turned on the CD player and started listening to it and getting in the mood for the weekend. As I reached the guard shack, the guard bid me a great weekend. I rolled out onto the street and started making my way to my apartment and get cleaned up for dinner. I realized I would need some supplies for the weekend and pulled into the local mall and shut off my truck and exited the vehicle, pressing the lock mechanism and heard the horn honk, indicating the doors were now secure. I made my way to the entrance of the mall and opened the doors for a couple of ladies and then started making my way to the Safeway and grab some weekend snacks and munchies. I always took a shortcut through the CVS Pharmacy to get there to see what was new in incontinence products. You see I have a confession to make; I have enjoyed wearing and using baby and adult diapers since I was 9 years old on a dare from my babysitter I lost, that landed me in diapers for nearly 7 years till she finally moved away after her college and post grad studies for her PhD. At the ripe age of sixteen I would wear diapers, wet and mess in them and then masturbate to a glorious climax in the diaper. Then I would want nothing to do with them and was really quite ashamed of myself, until the next repeating cycle. This time through, I noticed some new briefs called phantasy maker adult diapers. I thought that's an odd spelling, but I picked up a package and as I did, I felt a slight shock in my arm that slowly extending through my entire body. I proceeded to the checkout line and luck would have it, there was a line there of about two guys and ten women and more started lining up behind me. As I stood there, I picked up the package and started reading: WARNING: this briefs are to be only worn by persons wanting to experience the full protection from total incontinence! Below that was some smaller writing I couldn't make out... I thought they were full cut briefs for those poor people that really needed protection from soiling or wetting their clothing. I didn't give it another thought. As I made my way to Safeway I picked up some Gerber babyfood and a new pacifier, along with some pizza's and chips and lunch meat. I checked out and thought shoot, I'm running late, I won't have time to go to the apartment and clean up. I'll just put on one of my new diapers and head to my dinner appointment. I slipped into the men's room and entered a stall. After securing the door, I pulled my pants down and noticed the pre-cum that was already starting. I opened the package and pulled one of the Phantasy diapers out and noticed it sort of swelled as it exited the package. I pulled the diaper through my legs and felt a pleasant tingle in my crotch as I secured it with the three supplied tapes. I could have sworn I felt is get snugger as I went to pull up my pants, so much so I had to remove my underwear completely. My jeans were snug and as I exited the stall a female employee had entered to clean and so I hurried up and cleaned and washed my hands and exited the restroom. I listened to see if there was a tell tale crinkle sound as I was walking out of the mall, but the ambient sound was relatively loud and I didn't notice anything. I breathed a sigh of relief. I secured my purchases in the back area unter the bed trunk and locked it up. I walked around and pressed the auto unlock on the door and heard the familar click of the door on the driver side opening. As I got up and satdown on the drivers seat, I thought I felt small pin pricks in the bottom of my new diaper, but it was as if it was painful or anything, just an observation. I pulled out the directions to the house and my dinner engagement for the evening. I pulled down the rearview mirror and checked to make sure my shirt wasn't messy and readjusted the mirror and started the truck. I put it into reverse and backed out, making sure I was checking for traffic. I put the truck in gear and decided to stop and grab a large iced tea at the local Sonic. As I was pulling through the drive through I felt a tinge of a cramp and thought, "shoot, I haven't pooped today." The Mexican I had eaten all week cramming for a coding test for my MCSE for Visual Studio had kept me preoccupied and I kept putting off using the bathroom. All of a sudden, I was fantasizing about tonight and how Lydia would be dominate and I would be her bABy slave diaper boy. I chuckled and proceeded out onto the highway and toward the directions on the paper Lydia had given me. I took a deep sip of my iced tea and relished how tasty it was and how thirsty I must be since I drank about a third of it. I was so busy drinking I didn't see the light change and slammed on my breaks and the tea spilled into my lap all over my crotch. Before it all drained into my jeans, I managed to salvage about two thirds of still, but my crotch and jeans were soaked. I cursed styrofoam cups and plastic lids. I pulled through the intersection when the light changed and turned where I was told to. I hoped I would beat Lydia there and be able to dry my jeans some how before she showed up. Thankfully when I arrived, shut off my truck and walked up to the front door. There was a note there, go on inside Lydia is running behind and it was signed by her assistant Bobbi. Attached was a key, so I opened the door and when I entered, I felt a chill, even though the house was nice and comfortable. Just inside the door, was a mud room and coat room off of it. Just past that was a huge open room with stained glass windows and a 22' (foot) high ceiling with a sky light on either side. Off to each side were sitting rooms and a small library. Straight ahead was the stairs to the upstairs area that went up about 11' and turned left and right to go up either side to different rooms upstairs and huge crystal chandelier between the two sky lights. To the right and left of the stairs were two doors, one obviously went to a basement and the other appeared to be a kitchen and dinning room area. I heard a voice from the kitchen, "is that you Michael?" It was Lydia, she was here and I look like an overgrown toddler in soaking wet pants! Lydia came through the doorm and she was smiling at me and as she got closer, I noticed her gaze shifted from my eyes and face toward my crotch and she said, "you poor dear, you've had an accident." And before I could react or respond, she pulled dish towel off her sharply dressed shoulders and started blotting my pant crotch and drying me off. I didn't know what to do, I was dumbfounded and in shock. She took my hand and said, "let me get you out of those wet things before you catch your death of cold." and she had me depanted before I knew what was happening and I'm standing before her in my new puffy adult baby diaper. She said, "how adorable, too bad those weren't turned about." Then she said, "step out and I'll throw these into the dryer and they'll be ready to go, when we're done eating. OK?" I numbly stepped out and I was in my Izod shirt and these diapers I just bought. Lydia disappeared for about five minutes downstairs and I thought I heard a washer startup. She reappeared and said, "let's acess the damage?" she lifted my shirt and the diaper was dry and my shirt was too, so she took my hand and lead me into the dinningroom. Something inside I felt should have snapped, and I should have pulled away, but all I felt was peace and extreme comfort. She sat me in a chair and again, I felt the sensation of pin pricks, I thought. Lydia made her way to the stove and presented a magnificent pot roast, potatoes, carrots, gravy and hot rolls and butter. She poured me some wine and then herself. She scooted her chair closer to mine and smiled and said, "I hope you like it, afterwards, we'll go on the tour."

And it just keeps getting better. Keep up the great writing!

Waiting with dry diapers and baited breath

Although I'm not really into the sissy aspect of the story, I keep waiting on baited breath for the next installment. Keep up the great work.

It just seems that you've mastered it and it only gets better.

Wow, I don't know where it's going, but I sure like the journey.

I know what you mean about comments, please don't judge your story's by the comments or lack thereof. Please keep it up, it's getting really good.

Keep up the great writing and I look forward to install 2 and beyond

Other than some grammatical errors, great start. Please keep going.

I thought it couldn't get any better a few chapters ago and all I can say, WOW, not only is getting better, I'm anticipating the next chapters excitedly Keep up the great writing and I'll keep reading

Sounds like this could be the begining of something....TOTALLY AWESOME

Just when I think it can't get any better, IT's AWESOME!!!!!!!

Turn About is fair play for Jeff when she's finished. Keep up the great updates

Sounds like she'll up the anty to probably a month ... or longer

The Materializer By Fulldiaper Michael Copyright 2009, All rights reserved. Chapter 1 This story is pure fiction and based on futuristic ideas and dominant women and submissive men. If this offends you, please DO NOT continue reading. The year was 3009 and in this day and age, computers are not only very prevalent, but they pretty much manage and run our day-to-day lives. I’m a computer programmer and work for LogiTechStasis company. We build AI systems for the government and private citizens. Lydia, well Doctor Lydia Miller was my co-worker and we met when she started working here, ten years after I did. She was inquiring about me programming an AI unit to manufacturer clothing for people, adult males and females along with their children that would allow them to dress themselves without having to buy clothing anymore, since most purchases were completed through online stores, all the malls and shopping centers, had turned either into dwellings or entertainment complexes. I have been doing some C++ programming for an AI unit that would manufacturer clothing, through a process of inputting images and the machine would produce them currently in 2D. For it to be functional, I would have to make it work in 3D. I knew the code was solid and Lydia would often come into my office and get really close. Close enough I could smell her sweet perfume and she always wore these stiletto high heels and tight clingy tops and A frame skirts that would just get my blood boiling. I was going to come in on the weekend and work while there was no one else around. I thought this would be the perfect opportunity to wear my new space age diapers. They have a chemical treatment for geriatric patients and a logic board that detects wetness and fecal matter. If it doesn’t detect wetness or an odor, it injects the wearer with a chemical that causes a laxative and diuretic effect without hours and then the unit turns powder blue for males and florescent pink for girl, based on pH from the bodily eliminations. I know, I helped develop the logic. They would keep geriatric patients regular without nurses having to use external drugs and lie or deceive patients into drinking or ingesting laxatives or diuretics anymore. A small syringe was embedded into the seats of the diaper with a reserve tank to allow up to three injections a day. The reservoirs could be filled with additional meds, or with medications patients were reluctant to take. I would find out later, just how well they worked. The 1TB (terabyte) chip that stored all the images of clothing people wanted to use was more than enough to satisfy even the most demanding customers. The materializer units would cost about $200.00 world denominations to manufacture and could be upgraded with new chips and images as artists rendered new designs. We would be licensing images from designers for the machines. Similar to purchasing products back in the 21st century. However, unlike the 21st century, there would be no need to store or have closets anymore. Everything can be dematerialized and materialized, stored digitally. We don’t need smog emitting vehicles. You program your transporter to the location and you are digitally dematerialized and encoded, so if there is a collision, you still arrive unharmed at your destination and so do the other transporters. There is no more need for law enforcement officers, since crimes can’t be committed against anymore, because of digital signatures and retina scans for access. Crimes like murder, rape and other violent crimes are unable to be committed, since you can transport out of any situation with a voice command and since you’re digitally encrypted, your destination is totally secret. You can partially materialize to see if the coast is clear where you transport to or from. Our brains are digitally enhanced with access to every ISBN book ever written to be able to download, read and retain the knowledge in your digital information database, that enhances your brain memory capacity. Disease’s like Parkinson’s, Alzheimer’s and other dementia or brain diseases are a thing of the past. Also, when your physical body wears out, you can not be transferred to a 100, 200 or 1000 year android body with all your memories in tact. The bodies are able to run because of a discovery of something more powerful than a nuclear powered generator and cleaner. It’s called an Ion Positron Generator and it runs off exhaled carbondioxide that we human’s exhale. Plants and animals are grown only in controlled environment. The 12th World War where Christian’s and Muslim’s battled for control nearly destroyed all living life with dirty nuclear bombs and chemical agents. The New World Order sentenced all the trouble makers to a life of a child. They were surgically altered to the IQ and abilities of a two year old and watched 24/7 by a special group from Langley that were nurses on steroids. These women lactated a special milk that rendered their subject helpless wetting, messing and drooling infants. Lydia was telling me that her Great Great Great Great Grand mother developed the process and it worked so well, that any criminals that were still alive after the holocaust of 2525, that were sentenced to either life without parole or death, were converted to babbling bigbABies for the rest of their lives in special centers. Once transporting became available, buildings of security, were build without doors or windows since you didn’t need to enter or exit conventionally. So containment facility’s were easy to construct and since there were no doors or windows, only camera’s with view screens and UV production units so people inside would get a dose of sunshine like rays every day while working, so they wouldn’t be so pale. If a person would attempt to commit a crime, they also can be transported to a Judicial Detainment Center for a hearing. There is no need for courtrooms, since all judges and jury’s are able to monitor proceedings from the comfort of their home or office. Digital encryption allows for so much freedom and when you’re hired, many tele-commute and never have to leave. My job however allows me to do both. When I’m testing hardware with software or firmware, I have to be on location where the hardware developers and engineers are. Lydia is an engineer and also has a medical degree in Psychology and Nursing. The use of pre-stem cell research has allowed us to genetically engineer the androids to look, feel, eat, smell and taste as a real human does. In all respects, they look, sound and act like the occupants previous body, less any ailments that caused the physical body suffered before transformation. This weekend would be my weekend to work and play at the same time! Late Friday night I laid out my jeans and tee-shirt along with my new diaper and went to bed. Little did I know, how different my life was going to be after tomorrow. Chapter 2 Saturday morning I got up, desanitized my body (like a shower) and prepared to transport to work. I put on some lotion and powder, then the diaper. Over it I put my jeans and tucked my tee-shirt in and slipped on my tennis shoes. I programmed the transporter to send me to my private office in the facility. Little did I know that my jeans had a hole in the rear end about the size of a quarter. This was to become my down fall. I commanded the transporter to activate and energize and seconds later I was materializing in my office, just in front of Lydia and I didn’t know it. I turned and was startled. She said, “did I scare the bABy?

PLEASE PLEASE keep it coming. I know I will

Thanks everyone for the continued support. Michael is plunging deeper and deeper into his infantile prison. I appreciate all your comments and criticiism's too.

Chapter 16 – A New Beginning As mommy opened my car door, she made sure she buckled my seatbelt and then she went around to the driver’s side and got in. She fastened her seatbelt, adjusted her mirrors and put the key in the ignition and started the car. She put it in reverse and backed out of the parking space. She put the car in drive and started forward. As we were driving I don’t know why but I started getting excited and gently rubbing myself through my diaper. Lydia noticed out of the corner of her eye and faintly heard her say, “Michelle was right.

Chapter 15 – Downward Sprial Michelle continued my hypnosis session by continuing by saying, “Anytime you are around Lydia, you will know she’s your girlfriend, but you will see her more as your mommy. If you get hot and horny, you will take care of that by yourself and feel extremely humiliated and ask to be put in diapers and cry the whole time you’re being diapered. Do you understand Michael?

Chapter 14 – The Humiliation In less than the time it took me to be potty trained, I was now wearing diapers and using them for their intended purposes. Mommy and Auntie were meeting as they watched me on the closed circuit camera system. Michelle said, “Lydia it’s time we make his wearing his diapers humbling and humiliating, don’t you think?

Great start, please keep on writing.

Chapter 13 - Ut Oh On the long and tedious drive to work, I felt myself wet and soil my diaper helplessly and mommy noticed the smell and said, "well, we'll just have to wait and change you at work bABy." I didn't say anything and I took a short nap. I woke up to mommy shaking me telling it was time to get to work. She unbuckled my seatbelt and took my hand and led me inside the facility with a diaper bag over her shoulder and me in tow. As she swiped her key card across the scanner, she put her face up tot he retna scanner and I heard a voice, "VERIFIED." and the door lock clicked and we were able to gain access. As we entered the facility in the entrance area, there were about ten women just sitting around and all eyes were on me as mommy and I came into the waiting area. We both swiped our badges and went into the secure area of the facility and mommy led me to a room off my office that had a huge changing table, crib and playpen in it. There were camera's in all four corners of the room and I could hear the wizz and whir of them panning and zooming as mommy and I entered the room. Mommy patted the changing table top and said, "let's get you out of those nasty wet and messy diapers bABy." I just complied and hoped up on the table. As I did, I felt the mess shift in my diaper and spread from the back to the front of my diaper. Mommy opened the diaper bag and pulled out of clean diaper, wipes, powder and lotion along with a pacifier. She stuck the pacifier in my mouth. I instinctively started suckling and noticed a funny after taste, but chalked it up to not being used to a pacifier. I noticed that I was feeling very relaxed and not at all embarassed by what was happening. Mommy wiped me with the diaper from front to back, using the diaper as a wipe first and then pulled out the wipes and continued cleaning my messy bottom and front up. She lifted my legs and finished cleaning my backside and crack until I was squeaky clean and then placed another diaper under me and lowered my legs back down onto the thick diaper. She powdered and lotioned me and then expertly taped the diaper up with all four tapes snug and tight. I smelled like a bigbABy for sure now. Then she looked at the onsie and noticed it was soiled and slightly damp and said, "we can't put you back in this bABy. Can you go without tonight at work?" I said, "yes, sure mommy." without thinking that I was the only male and all these women would see me in just diapers. Mommy helped me up off the changing table and as we were gathering up the bABy supplies and exiting the changing room, auntie Michelle met us at the door and said, "hello Michael, my you're looking daper in your diaper bABy. Oh and hello Lydia." I said, "thank you aunt Michelle." As I passed, I felt her swat my butt playfully and I giggled. Mommy swatted it too! I was never so thankful it was clean and dry than just then for some reason. As mommy and I made our way to my new office and computer room, I was waddling and there was a group of women cooing and saying, "awww, how sweet. Look how cute him's looks in him's diapees!" I blushed feverishly and waddled into my office and mommy shut the door. As I satdown, my phone started to ring and I had to get right to work with technical support. I answered my phone and on the other end was a female voice and she said, "my computer has become like a baby and I can't get it to do anything. Can you help?" I said, "yes ma'am, that's what I'm here for." About that time, I felt my bladder empty into my diapers profusely and I could feel the urine soaking the diaper from midway on the diaper through the back on my butt as I sat there on this service call. I felt my bowels churning and I passed some loud gas and mommy said, "oh My bABy." I instructed the woman on the other end of the phone to give me her email address and I sent her a remoting software that would allow me to login to her computer, with her permission and fix her problem. She gave me her email and I logged onto her computer and she was talking to me on the phone and said, "my you are very talented, I can see why you were hired." That made me feel really good. Just as I was finishing up with the client on the phone another loud fart, followed by a warm soft feeling invaded the back and bottom of my diapers and a smell that was very strong and pungent did too. Mommy said, "let's go bABy, and get you out of that messy and wet diaper." The woman on the other end, said, "well bABy, better go before you get a diaper rash and thank you for fixing my computer." and I could hear her giggling as she hung up the phone. I stood up and as I did, the mess shifted and leaked out onto the floor and mommy grabbed my hand and led me back to the changing room and with swift expertise I was back in my office ready to take more technical support phone calls. Which I took nearly fifty calls that night and morning and got two more diaper changes to boot. At the end of our shift mommy reached inside my leg to check and pulled my diaper back in the back and took a wiff and pronounced me clean and dry for the ride back to class that morning. The ride back to campus was uneventful, other than I wet my diaper. I was wetting eight to ten times a day and soiling anywhere from two to three times a day on the diet mommy and aunt Michelle had me on. It was a high bulk forming fiber diet to keep my diapers wet and full. It also contained a fair amount of muscle relaxants and diuretics to insure my bladder and bowel muscles were slowly atrophying to the control of a newborn or one or two year old toddler. Their experiment on me was working wonderfully. When mommy got back to campus she put me down for a nap and let me alone again, after getting me all hot and bothered, knowing full well that I would probably masturbate and fall asleep again, which I did not disappoint her, nor my audience on the camera. As I collapsed into slumber, I gently pulled my diaper back up and fell a sleep. No less than ten minutes later, the camera zoomed in on the backside of my diaper to see it expanding with a fresh load of high fiber and then shortly afterwards, the front of my diaper turned a light yellow as the wetness spread all over the front of the diaper. Michelle, Lydia and the other women were watching my regressive therapy on the closed circuit camera's and planning my next regressive treatment utilizing the drugs that were being used worldwide now, due to the success of my regression, men everywhere were going to start to realize their more infantile sides and the women their more maternal mommy sides hence forth.

Chapter 12 - The epedemic strikes After classes I had a few hours to watch a little television and I turned on my phone television to that channel that's "Wacky and Off Kilter" and there stood Shepard and another news agency report Katie and they were obviously engaged in some heated debate as the camera slowly zoomed into Shepard's face, you see he was blushing furiously and Katie was pointing down and the camera panned and zoomed onto Shepard's crotch and you could see a slight, but growing spot. As the camera zoomed back out to the news anchor's you could now see, small but noticable spots forming on Katie's breasts, around the nipples. Both anchor's excused themselves and the secondary anchors came on camera and said, "we've had a slight technical wardrobe malfunction." and cued to go to commercial. Back at the studio, Katie and Shepard were in their dressing rooms and their staff assistants came in to reassure them that this type of thing happens all the time. Katie had purchased and had been secretly spiking Shepard's drinks and food with experimental drug that was due to be reviewed and approved by the FDA in future weeks. She had always complained that Shepard was weak and a lousy lover, but would make the perfect bABy. She also had expressed that she would love the ability to breastfeed her bABy and so she volunteered to take the drug in a blind study and she also decided that Shepard would be a blind subject too. Now she was reaching into her briefcase and pulling out a clean and dry nursing bra and nursing pads to make sure another on screen fiasco didn't happen. She also had in her case a pullup for Shepard and when she changed, she made her way to his dressing room. She excused his personal assistant and told Shepard, "I have a solution for your problem, but you're probably not going to like it much." as she held up the pullup. Shepard said, "isn't there another way?" Katie said sure, "you could try a pad, but if you leak, back to square one hon." Shepard reluctantly unbuckled his pants and pulled down his boxer briefs and took the pullup from Katie and put it on. Katie couldn't help notice that a small yellow droplet was dangling from the tip of his small penis. As Shepard pulled up the pullup, the droplet was quickly absorbed into the pullup. As Shepard snugged the pullup, Katie could see a small and growing spot now being formed in the crotch of the pullup. She was distracted for just a moment as she felt a slight dampness in her breast pads as she too was expressing liquid from her nipples into the pads of the nursing bra. Shepard made the comment, "are you pregnant?" Katie said, "no why?" Shepard said, "well, you're blouse was soaking wet and looked like it was coming from your breasts!" Katie said, "I've been wanting to experiment with breastfeeding you, so I started a regimine of hormonal therapies." Shepard said, "that's so HOT." Katie blushed and said, "well thank you. Would you like some?" Shepard and Katie locked the dressing room door and Katie nursed Shepard for 30 minutes, 15 minutes per breast and it pretty much emptied her breasts and she Shepard cleaned up and made their way back to the studio. Both stopped by the teletype and scanned the news coming over API and UPI and both caught an article out of the UK. "Men and Women are finding themselves wet!" Katie and Shepard both started reading the news print. "Hospital officials in multiple countries have found men that are coming into hospitals with slight urinary incontinence and the inability to stop a slow but deliberate dribble from their penis's. Doctors are baffled and the only recommendations have been either to cath the patient or for them to wear a disposable or reusable incontinent product!" "In other news related, women are seeking help from their healthcare providers as their breasts are expressing breast milk and requiring the wearing of nursing bras and pads. Non of these women have been pregnant or multigravidia." Now Katie and Shepard knew that this was no isolation incident. They both nearly at the same time said, "we have to let people know about this." Katie already knew about it and most women that were part of the studies were also privy to the side effects and all agreed to participate. Women were tired of being second class citizens to their male counterparts. Katie knew that Shepard made almost three times her salary and she did the same job. Well women of the world were saying "NO MORE." As I switched off the television, I noticed that my diaper was wet and *blush* soiled too. This excited me and I started rubbing myself and eventually I jerked off into my wet and soiled diaper. I made my way into the bathroom and climbed into the shower and started showering and exactly ten minutes to the second, I dropped a load in the shower and my bladder cut loose. About that time, mommy had come in and she sniffed and said, "bABy did you just poopie in the shower?" I said, "yes mommy, I don't know what happened." But Lydia did and this would be my second downfall. Now instead of unsupervised showers, I would be forced to be bathed by mommy or some other female dominant. When I got out of the shower mommy was waiting for me with an Abena XPlus and pair of powder blue vinyl pants. She got me all diapered up for work and then proceeded to clean up the shower. I heard on her cell phone talking to campus housing and she came out of the bathroom and said, "we're moving bABy." I said, "where mommy?" Mommy said, "into a house, with a bath tub and nursery, so I can properly care for my big overgrown bABy boy." I numbly responded, "a HOUSE? With a NURSERY" Mommy said, "yes it's an old Frat/Sorrority house that the college repossesed. The hazing was the Sorrority sisters would bABy their frat counterparts bABy. That's why there's a nursery." It made sense to me for some reason. Little did I know it was the drugs that I had been ingesting. Mommy and I rode to work together.