Fulldiaper

Chapter 11 - Deeper and Deeper As I waddled back from class to the dorm room, mommy was waiting there for me with warm hugs and her always ready diaper bag. She laid me on the bed and as she untaped the diaper, she went peeu, "someone made mommy a special delivery package." As she untaped my diaper, she used the front of it to scoop the poop towards the back and pulled wipe after wipe out of the dispenser and continued to clean me up. When she finished,she said, "well, mercy me, there isn't a diaper that would fit over that bABy." indicating my massive errection that I was now sporting. Mommy said, "let's put you in big boy pants so you can take care of this bABy." Then she went over to my dresser and pulled out the only pair of tighty-whitey's I had and pulled them up my legs and said, "I'll leave you alone and she exited through the bathroom. I lay there and gently started massaging myself and thinking of how mommy and auntie were just taking care of me. I was carefree and a very happy bABy and then I remember grabbing a hold of my errection and gently stroking it and closing my eyes and just pumping up and down and about ten minutes into my personal play I felt and orgasm building and boy was it ever. I arched my back and screamed, "I'm a bigbABy and I love it!!!!" and climaxed with the force of train on a collision course for the end of the tracks at ninety miles an hour and no brakes. My underwear was soaked with cum and I was exhuasted and I fell into a soft and sound slumber. The pinhole camera had recorded it all and Michelle and Lydia had watched and both had started their stop watches. At nine minutes and fifty nine seconds, they heard me breaking wind and at exactly ten minutes I rolled onto my side and the camera zoomed in on the backside of the tighty whitey's and sure enough, they started to expand and grow darker and swell with the mess that was gently depositing in the back of them. I lay sleeping and then the camera moved to the front as the soft yellow stain started to appear and grew and grew, until the tighty whitey's were brown and yellow. I slept for two more hours and wet at least one more time. When mommy woke me up, I started crying almost immediately and I had no clue why. Mommy said, "what't the matter bABy?" and then she smelt what was the matter. She gentley uncovered me to find my underwear and bedding soaked and soiled with my own urine and feces. I was so embarassed I covered up my face and mommy said, "it's ok, bABy boys have accidents, let's get you back into diapers, where you belong." I just kept crying and said, "yes mommy, I'm a bigbABy and need my diapers and mommy." She said, "yes I know honey. I know you need your diapers and mommy will keep you in them from now on." It took mommy nearly an hour to clean up the mess in the bedroom and she had me go take a shower, since I was covered from my chest to my toes in poopie and pee pee. I don't know why I was referring to my bodily functions as a toddler would, but it felt comfortable and right to me. I would soon be diapeed and be safe from wetting or messing my bed ever again. Michelle and the other ladies from class had been watching on the closed circuit camera monitors as I took another step deeper into my infantile world. They had seen the effective results of the hypnosis seated in the back of my underwear and the front and were estatic to try this on other subjects, men in their lives. Some were going for medical degrees as doctors, researchers and some chemist and biologist in the study of regression therapy as it relates to the male human species. This community college was a training ground for dominant women of all ages and sizes to dominant and render their male counter parts to the status of infant, diapered and using them as they were intended day and night helplessly and uncontrolably, just like the smaller variety. Michelle and Lydia had graduated nearly 100 plus women into the world of medicine and research that were slowly developing products and services that would assist in the domination of men and boys around the world. Eventually all men and the male species would eventually be placed into the care of a dominant woman and for whatever reason, corrective behavior, womanizing, cheating, drinking and fighting, these men with the combination of sexual overtones and some bondage and even drugs would eventually be returned to their carefree days of infancy and toddling around in soaking wet and very full diapers in front of their dominant counterparts. Michelle and Lydia had three very close pharmacutical researchers that had developed a drug that was oderless and tasteless, that would cause males of every age to doubt their continence by causing a constant dribbling in the front of their pants of urine. After about three to six months of the drug, the subject would develop a slow and gradual loss of the sphincter muscles in the bladder and be urinary incontinent. After enough of the drug built up in the system of the subjects, it then attacked the sphincter muscles in the bowels and it would totally destroy any muscle tone, requiring the man to have to wear a fullcut diaper or pullup, to keep from wetting and soiling themselves. Women taking the drug had no immediate effects on. After about three to six months, they had another problem. Their breasts would swell and the mamary glands would fill and they would begin dripping breast milk and require nursing bras and pads to keep their blouses and bras dry. The benefit was two fold, the women would be taking the same drug as their male counter parts, but the men would become bigbABies and the women would be able to breastfeed their charges. The breast milk had an amazing side effect on the men. It made them docile and accept their bABy status. This allowed the women to keep their men completely under their control, diapered and at home nursing and made the women grow closer to their new bABy's. Michael had been a recipient of the new drug and so had Lydia and Michelle. Lydia could feel her breast engorging and swelling. She couldn't wait to start nursing her newest bABy Michael and watch his slow and permanent descent into diapered control at the hand of her dominant cohorts and fellow women of the community college. I was diapered and ready for my next class and another night at work!

Chapter 10 - Mommy and Auntie As we were riding the elevator, my stomach lurched and I passed a huge amount of gas and mommy moved behind me and I felt her gently place her hand on the back of my jumpsuit and diaper and she leaned forward and said, "go ahead bABy, give it to mommy." I didn't think or hesitate, I pushed and grunted and felt the warm mass exiting my rear and planted itself in the seat of my diaper and I felt mommy massaging it as the mess spread and she whispered in my ear, "can you wait for mommy to change you again, bABy?" I said, "yes ma'am, I mean mommy." I noticed that the load in the seat of my diapers as we exited the elevator made me have a distinct waddle and when Michelle saw me, she said, "aww, how cute bABy." I said, "yes ma'am." Michelle said, "please call me auntie bABy." I said, "yes ma'am, I mean Auntie." Michelle said, "my goodness bABy, did you poopie your diaper for mommy and auntie to see?" I said, "yes auntie. I poopied my diaper for mommy and auntie." Michelle reached out and hugged, while reaching around and massaging the mess even more in the seat of my diaper. I don't know why, but it felt natural to let these two women just take control of even my most basic bodily functions. Mommy and Auntie escorted me back to my office and computer. When I satdown, it felt as natural in the diaper as it would without. I don't know why, but I went to work and didn't even notice anymore when my body was voiding itself of urine or feces into my diaper, however mommy and auntie kept a close eye on it and would have to remind me it was time to change the bABy's diaper. I was content to keep on working and never thought twice about being in diapers in front of both of these voluptuous dominant controlling women. When morning came, I was wetting naturally and messing about twice in a twelve hour period. I clocked out of Kronos and exited the facility and headed back to college and classes. Mommy and Auntie gave me a ride. I rode all the way back to school in my diaper and tee-shirt and nothing more. When we arrived at campus, mommy took me back to the dorm room and laid me down and changed my by now wet diaper for today's classes. When she finished, she grabbed a onsie out of her diaper bag and put it on me. Then she went to the closet and pulled out a pair of blue jeans and pulled them up and snapped them up, "wait, snapped them up!" My pants now had snaps on the legs and crotch. When did this happen, just then, I felt a warm rush into my diapers and all the world was right. Mommy pulled a bottle out of the diaper bag and stuck it to my lips and she said, "this is mommy's breast milk bABy." I just latched onto the nipple and started suckling the contents into my stomach. Then it hit me, "breast milk!" It tasted good, was sweet and I noticed that it was a little thick. What I didn't know is that mommy and auntie had added some bulk forming, oderless and tasteless fiber to each of my bottles to insure that both bodily functions kept on donating to the diaper. Mommy grabbed my hand and said, "let's go bABy, or we'll be late for classes." I just kept my bottle in my mouth and started following mommy to class. As we entered the hall, mommy reached up and grabbed the empty bottle from my mouth, just as auntie and mommy greeted each other and headed to our respective classes. Auntie and I walked into her classroom and we were the last two people that arrived and auntie said, "Michael, are you up for some more research?" I said, "Yes Auntie, I mean ma'am." All the women in the class just kind of giggled. Michelle said, "we're going to hypnotize you and do some research, is that ok Michael?" I said, "sure, yes ma'am." Michelle said, "ok, I need you to come up here and lie on this couch and just relax and listen to my voice." I got up and waddled up to the couch and laid down on the couch and got comfortable. As I lay there Michelle said, "now listen to my voice and only to my voice Michael, do you understand?" I said, "yes ma'am." Michelle said, "good, now you're eyes are getting heavy and you're getting sleepy. Just relax. Feel the relaxation starting at your toes, and working into your feet and up into your legs. Do you feel how relaxed your lower body is?" I mumbled, "yes ma'am." "good, now feel that same relaxation move into your groin and crotch area, you may become so relaxed that your bladder and bowels will just let go, it's ok, you're wearing a diaper and the diaper will catch it all, feel that relaxation?" Michelle said. I mumbled again, "yes ma'am." "good, now that your body from your crotch to your toes is relaxed, feel that same relaxation move into your upper body, your arms and chest and head are so, so, so heavy and your eyelids feel like they have weights tied to them, pulling your eyes closed tighter and tighter. The more you fight it, the tighter closed they become. Do you understand?" Michelle said. I mumbled, "yes ma'am." Michelle said, "now Michael as deep as you are now, when I count to 0 from 5, each time you will go twice as deep as the previous time, do you understand?" "Yes Ma'am." I said. "good Michael, 5, deeper, 4 even deeper, 3 deeper, 2 doubly deep Michael, 1 and ever so much deeper and deeper Michael, 0" Michelle said finally. Michelle said, "Michael, can you hear me?" "Yes ma'am" I replied. Michelle said, "Michael, whenever you wet or mess in your diapers, you feel deeply and sexually gratified, do you understand?" "Yes ma'am. Whenever I wet or mess in my diapers it will be deeply sexually gratifying ma'am?" "that's right Michael." Then Michelle started rubbing my diapers through my jeans and I was begining to get excited and the other women in the classroom came up and participated in Michelle's masturbating me in my diapers. As my orgasm got closer and closer, Michelle and the other women started cooing me and telling me what a good bABy I was for making messy number three's in my diaper for women in general and all women would have the same power. Michelle said, "now Michael, anytime you masturbate on your own, if you climax without a diaper, your bladder and bowels will void themselves into your underwear, bed or pants within 10 minutes of your climax, you will not have any control over this, it will be automatic and precisely 10 minutes after you orgasm. You will then report to mommy or auntie or any other dominant woman you are around and confess that you need diapers because you just wet and soiled your big boy clothes, do you understand Michael? When you are put in diapers, you will no longer have any control over your bladder or bowels, they will helplessly and uncontrolably empty into your diapers, whenever you feel the slightest pressure. You will not remember this, do you understand?" I replied, "yes ma'am, I do." Michelle said, "well girls, that should keep his pee pee all mommies and aunties." Michelle said, "Now Michael, when I count to 10 you will wake refreshed and remember nothing of the suggestions you were given while under hypnosis. Do you understand?" I replied, "yes ma'am." Michelle said, "good Michael, 1, waking up slightly, 2, waking up even more, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 awake and refreshed." I woke up and felt really good, then I heard the bell ring and knew that classes were over and I didn't remember the past two hours, but I didn't care. I did however notice that my diaper was going to need to be changed my mommy or auntie. Somehow I had wet and poopied it during class.

Chapter 9 - Planned Accidents As we were moving through the hall, I felt a rumbling deep within my bowels and I knew very soon I was going to have a serious accident in my briefs. I thought if I kept referring to them as briefs, it would lessen the impact that I was wearing and using diapers like an overgrown toddler. I was thinking more and more of Lydia as mommy instead of as Lydia my roomate at college and coworker.And then there was Michelle, my college professor and I was thinking more of her as my aunt or nanny, instead of my teacher and boss. I don't know why these things were happening, but they were happening none the less. Each second we were walking to get my new jumpsuit to cover my diapers, I mean briefs, seemed like it was in slow motion as all the female staff were walking by me. None of them were laughing or anything demeaning, but they were all noticing that I was definitely diapered and in tow by mommy, I mean Lydia. Lydia broke my thought by saying, "maybe we should see if we can't get a darker jumpsuit so if you do have another accident it won't show as much bABy," I thought, "more accidents and said, "I'm ok with whatever you want Mommy, I mean Lydia." Lydia smiled and said, "it's ok if you call me mommy, I kind of like it bABy." I smiled and blushed and said, "ok mommy!" As we approached the elevator a group of women got off and I heard, "oh my, how adorable is that girls?" one said, "oh that's so cute, I just want to squeeze him." another said, "oh my, is he up for adoption?" another said, "isn't that so cute, he's in diapers still." another said, "yes and judging from what his mommy has and that smell, he's leaked." I just blushed and kept on waddling toward the elevator. One blonde reached and groped my butt and said, "yeah, but this diaper is still clean and dry." Lydia stopped and got really angry and said, "the next comment and you'll be before the review board and Michelle." Everything went so quiet I could hear the crinkle of my diaper and mommy breathing heavy, but nothing more was said by any of the ladies after that. I said, "mommy, what's the review board?" Mommy said, "it's where bad boys and girls are taken to be disciplined bABy." I made a mental note, not to ever be taken before the review board for any reason whatsoever!! As we got onto the elevator I noticed something I hadn't before, a camera mounted in the upper corner in the back that allow whomever the viewer was to see anyone entering or exiting the elevator from their vantage point. Mental note, find and tap into elevator camera and other camera systems in the complex. As the doors closed, I saw mommy put her card into a slot and the elevator said, "ver- fied." and started moving in a downward direction very rapidly. I noticed that the sublevel number weren't even lighting up anymore and we continued to descend for nearly 60 seconds, when the elevator slowed and finally stopped, we got off in what appeared to be an almost sterile environment and there was a hallway with a green line in the middle. The voice in the elevator said, "please stay to the right of the green line." I asked mommy, "why do we have to stay to the right of the green line? There's not another person down here." Mommy said, "it's security bABy. Anyone on the left side is considered an intruder." "intruder" How would they get WAYYYYYY down here?" I said. Mommy said, "we're a government facility and therefore possible or suspected terrorist might try and infiltrate and damage or destroy this facility bABy." That explanation made perfect sense to me! So we started walking down the hall on the right side of the green line. Along the way there were various doors, with no windows or handles on them, on the outside and I could hear faint noises coming from some of them and others not so much. We walked down and when we came to the end of the hall, we turned right and stayed on the right side of the green line and mommy put her ID badge against the wall and a door opened like they do in Star Trek with a Whoosh sound and inside were garments or all colors, shapes and sizes. Mommy walked over and grabbed one that was yellow like my jumpsuit, but this one had snaps up the legs and in the crotch. Mommy said, "it will make changing you easier bABy." She helped me put the jumpsuit on and snapped up the legs and crotch, giving my crotch a little pat and saying, "you look adorable in these bABy." I blushed! Then mommy swiped her card over the crotch and felt the crotch get a little more snug and mommy said, "there, all bundled up and clean and dry bABy." Just about then, I felt a cramp deep in my abdomen and my tummy rumbled and mommy said, "ut oh,someone's going to poopy in their diaper, aren't they?" I said, "yes ma'am, I mean mommy" and blushed even more. Mommy said, "that's ok, that's why bABy's wear diapers, because they can't stay clean or dry bABy. They use their diapers as their potty. So it's ok, mommy will take good care of her bABy boy." As we started to leave mommy said, "you need to swipe your access ID, so you can gain entry into the changing room, if you need to bABy." So I did, but I also knew it allowed tabs to be kepted on anyone swiping their badges. It was all tied into Kronos and the time clock in the complex. I had delt with Kronos in the past and it's an electronic time keeping system with multiple user access levels that allows accurate time keeping and people management. Camera's in the complex and other security measures told me to keep on my toes. As we walked back down the hall, I noticed someone comeing towards us and they were similar clothed, but their jumpsuit was bright white with pastel blue lines through the crotch and they had two armed female escorts holding onto their reigns that were attached at the neck and waist. It was obvious that the male was heavily diapered under the jumpsuit. When he passed mommy, his head was bowed in submission and when I looked back, he paused for a moment and I could tell that he had just fouled his diapers. The stench reached my noise and I kept waddling, I mean walking with mommy. I overheard one of his escorts say, "the diapers always win bABy, when will you learn that?"

Well, when I write, I do put spaces at the end of each sentence. Like this, however when it's uploaded, for some reason, the spacing sometimes disappears. As far as people speaking on the same line, each person what's being said, "is in quotes" to help those that are easily confused.

Thank you everyone for your comments and encourgement. I'll keep this one going for a little while longer. Yes Jay, eventually Michael will call Lydia and Michelle mommy and auntie and all the women in the facility some term of maternal endearment. But will always hold women in a higher esteme than a man.

Chapter 8 - The Deception Michelle showed Lydia and I where we were going to be working. It was a very well decorated and very well equipped with electronics and computers, monitors, printers and diagnostic equipment. Michelle said, "if you need absolutely anything, you just tell Lydia and she'll get it for you. She is at your beckon call Michael." I said, "something to drink would be nice. Please." Lydia said, "what would you like?" I said, "a mountain dew would be very nice, thank you." Lydia and Michelle left to get my mountain dew I assumed. Lydia and Michelle as they were walking down the hall, Lydia commented to Michelle, the new drugs were working wonderfully. Michelle said, "yes they are, the drugs being introduced in the home, by the parents or guardian's was genius. When they get to campus, the drugs are already in their systems and they're like putty, or babies, in our hands." Both women laughed. Lydia said, "starting them off with minor accidents and making them feel as if they're slowly loosing control of their bodily functions, makes it so much easier to get them into the trainers and eventually into fulltime diapers and finally totally and completely diaper dependent within the first or second year here." Michelle said, "yes, by the time they're ready to graduate, they're the perfect little diaper boy's for their mommy's." Lydia said, "Michelle, I would really like to keep this one, for myself if I could?" Michelle said, "absolutely Lydia, you've trained how many of our previous diaper boy graduates?" Lydia said, "I think Michael will lucky number 100 Michelle, or unlucky." Both women laughed. Michelle said, "all the staff are here to take Michael to the next level with your help Lydia." Lydia said, "I couldn't do it without the support. Should I get him the fountain spiked Mountain Dew or a bottle from the vending machine?" Michelle said, "do you think he's trusting you enough that you won't loose him, if you bring him something not sealed?" Lydia said, "good point, I'll get it from the vending machine and when he's preoccupied, spike for the next level of regression therapy." Michelle and Lydia split up and Lydia headed to the breakroom and vending area and she purchased a 20oz Mountain Dew for Michael and headed back to the work area. Michelle entered her office and pressed a hidden button under her desk and revealed a battery of monitors. She pulled a remote out and clicked it on and the screens came to life and she saw Michael at his desk, getting familiar with the programs and proceedures that he would be doing over the next four years. Michelle pressed a button on the remote and she zoomed in on Michael's Yellow crotch and licked her lips and said, "that's going to get really wet, when the diuretics start kicking in bABy." I sat there reviewing the programs and I saw quite a few flaws in the applications and picked up a pad of paper and pen and started making notes on what I would like to discuss with my superiors. I went to turn and ask Lydia, who are my superiors and she wasn't back yet, so I made a note to ask her when she did return. As I was reviewing the programs I felt a growing pressure in my bladder and I remembered what Michelle and Lydia said, " just let go, we need to get a real world test." So I did. I felt a slow trickle at first and then a steady stream that I thought would never end. I could feel the garment swelling to absorb all that I was giving it, then I felt the dreaded leak. I knew I had leaked and stood up and turned around to survey the damage, but I couldn't see, but Michelle had a birdseye view and the chemically treated jumpsuit was turning a dark and bold blue were the urine was leaching into it. Lydia walked back in the room with my mountain dew and said, "oh baby, I'm so sorry, let me get you out of those wet clothes." and ran to me. She hugged me and also positioned me where Michelle could really see the damage and she was busy with her camera's taking pictures for prosperity. Lydia, reached behind with the key in hand and I heard click and snap and the zipper was coming down and she went to her bag and pulled out a large changing mat and threw it down on the floor and gently guided me onto it and sat me down and eventually laid me down on it and started pulling the wet jumpsuit off and then she broke one side of the pullup and then the other to release it and lifted my legs and pulled the pullup out from under me. Lydia, while she had my legs raised said, "Michael, you're such a heavy wetter, would be ok if I put you into our phase two brief? It might seem like a diaper, but it is designed to absorb more and you did leak." I thought for a moment and said, "yes ma'am, that would be fine ma'am." Lydia then reached into her bag and pulled out the biggest diaper, I mean briefs I've ever seen. They had to be at least six inches thick and they were bright white. As Lydia unfolded the brief, it had four tapes and as she placed it under my butt, I felt like someone had jacked my butt off the floor a few inches. She lowered my legs and pulled the brief up between my legs and then started pulling the tapes snug and after all the tapes were fastened, Lydia said, "stand up Michael, let me adjust it, so we don't have any leaks bABy." When I stood up, I noticed immediately that I couldn't put my legs together if my life depended on it. I felt Lydia tugging the jumpsuit off of me and she said, "we can't have you running around in a wet jumpsuit. Why don't we go get you another clean one?" I got up and without thought or reservation, started to follow Lydia. As we entered the hall, there had to twenty to thirty females in the hall, all heading for the breakroom, I thought. All I had on was my brief and nothing more, Lydia had the jumpsuit. I was waddling and I just kept my head forward. I could feel all eyes on me and I started feeling self-conscience. It was then I noticed that there were at least 10 or 20 more women coming straight at me. I saw all eyes on me, but they weren't looking at my eyes, all eyes were on my puffy crotch. Just then I felt a spurt into my brief and I saw a couple of the women point and start laughing. I wanted the earth to open up and swallow me just then. I didn't look down, but I knew that my wetting was apparetnly visible to this group of women coming at Lydia and I. About that time, I felt a rumble deep in my stomach and I knew shortly I would have to move my bowels. I think Lydia sensed it or heard my bowels moving and stomach growling. Lydia said, "we'll have to get you something in there to stop that Michael."

Chapter 7 - Introductions at Work Waddling, I mean walking around the facility in my yellow jumpsuit wearing the pullup made me self-conscience about what I was wearing and wondered if all the staff wore them. I started slowly and methodically checking out the other staff. Though most were women, I couldn't find any tell-tale sign of them also being in disposable briefs. When I brought this to Rosie and Angel's attention they said, "silly bABy, only men wear diapers." Then my focus was to get to work. I don't know what happened or why, but my focus was 100% on learning the IT side of this new job. I used my pass to bring down the elevator and there absolutely no one on it. When I return from the sub-levels back to the top, as it would become to be known, I was greeted by no one. I went back down the hallway and again, void of any personnel anywhere. As I arrived back at Michelle's office I was greeted by Michelle and Lydia. I was surprised to see Lydia there, but when Michelle said, "she's here so she knows what you do and how stressful it is. She will be with you 24/7 and if you need absolutely anything, and I do mean anything, you just treat her as if she was your mommy; ok?" I was a bit stunned by her comment and found myself just replying, "yes ma'am" Lydia leaned over and whispered to me, "are you wearing protection? Just in Case?" I blushed and said, "yes ma'am." Lydia said, "a diaper or pullup? I said, "it's a yellow pullup ma'am." Lydia said, "may I see it? Please!" I said, "well, I don't see any reason why not ma'am." and tried to pull my jumpsuit down and remembered the zipper was in the back, where I couldn't get to it. Lydia said, "let mommy help you." and smiled. Michelle smiled and looked at me as Lydia reached behind me and I heard a click and snap and then the zipper came down. Lydia reached from behind and gently padded my tush and I thought I felt her squeeze in ever so gently to see if there were something contained in the bottom. Then she spun me around in front of Michelle and said, "Michael, they're adorable." I know I blushed and Michelle said, "all men are bigbABy's, they just need a strong woman to show them." Lydia said, "yes ma'am, you're absolutely correct and Michael is one that is heading the right direction." Michelle said, "Yes Lydia, you are absolutely correct." Then both women winked at each other! Michelle said, "let's get you started Michael." and she stepped out from behind her desk and she had on a A frame dress, tight blouse and 4 or 5" stilettos. Lydia was dressed more matronly and had on a rubber apron and one of those large bags I'd been seeing around campus that the ladies are carrying. The look like dia... and my thought was interupted as Michelle said, "let's get going to your training area Michael." About that time, I felt a small spurt into my protective pants. I was really glad Lydia was here and that I wouldn't be having anymore accidents, since I had protective pants on under my jumpsuit. Lydia said, "are you hungry Michael?" I said, "famished." Lydia then pulled a sleeve out of her bag that looked like freezy pop and she said, "this has all the vitimans and nutrition you need to keep you healthy and alert. She squeezed it into a small bottle, and then mixed it with something and put a lid on it. It appeared to me almost like a babybottle, but then she stuck it into my mouth and instintively I started sucking. I was surprised that it tasted so good and it flowed very freely and within a short period of time, the bottle was nearly empty and I was feeling very refreshed, full and alert. Michelle said, "it's something we've been developing for the US Military and NASA for long missions. It stores easily and will keep indefinitely." I had no idea how much of what she was saying was valid and how much was bull. I was just grateful that I had a job and an income to enjoy some of the finer things in life. Michelle said, "Michael, this may be a little awkward, but we're also testing the garments you're wearing for the US Government and NASA. If you feel the need to use the bathroom, please inform Lydia or another staff member and please don't hold anything back. We need to get a real world test from a person who is 100% continent using this equipment as a complete portable bodily collection unit. If it leaks, we'll have to modify and improve, based on how you and other participants are using the collection unit. The modifications may make it look more like a diaper to the average person, but it will still be a bodily function collection unit. OK?" I blushed and said, "Yes ma'am, that's fine with me. I'm an American patriot. I'm glad to have the opportunity to be of service to my country ma'am."

Got me on the edge of my diaper

Chapter 6 - Evening Work As the day was coming to a close I had to get ready to go to work. But first, I needed to find out where it was I was working at. I never bothered to ask Michelle where I was to report for work. I looked out into the faculty parking lot and I noticed quite a few vehicles still in the lot. I hoped that Michelle hadn't left yet and was in her classroom or office, just around the corner. I went back to the hall where her office was and lucked out. As I was walking in, she was walking out. I said, "Michelle, I mean Professor Lindsey, I need to know where I'm to report for work." She said, "just come with me, I'll give you a ride to and from work this evening and that way you won't be late again!" So I followed Michelle and she went to a dark gray Mercede's 450 SEL. It was older, but clean and she removed the top and we were in a convertable. I got in and she went around to the drivers side. When I forgot to buckle up, she reached across me and grabbed the seatbelt, it was then I noticed her ample breast and flowery perfume. She said, "got to keep my employees and students safe." then she patted my leg and started the car. She backed out and headed for the highway. We drove through town to what almost appeared to be an old farm house about 8-10 miles out of town away from the college. As we pulled up, I noticed a very high fence in the back on the property. When I started to ask Michelle about it, she said, "don't dally, let's get you to work." I unbuckled my seatbelt and exited the vehicle and stepped onto the front porch. I thought it kind of strange that Michelle used a data card to gain entrance into an old farm house. As she opened the door, two armed guards verified her identity and issued me a visitors pass. Michelle said, "that's only temporary, we'll get you permanent ID in just a lil while." I was just flabbergasted at the security. I was thinking, "what the Hell did I get myself into?" About that time, two female workers wearing blue badges said, "Michael, please come with us." The two blue body suited women were on either side of me and we were heading deeper into the farmhouse. I couldn't believe how big it was inside, as it didn't look that large from the outisde. We came to double doors and the blue suited woman on the right pulled out a data key pass card and opened the doors. When I stepped through I saw two more women wearing red jumpsuits and the two blue suited women, said, "this is as far as we go Michael." These ladies will see you to the next level." The two red suited women were armed with 9mm hand guns, handcuffs and tazzers. I really started questioning, "what the Hell have I gotten myself into?" My two new escorts walked over to a set of double doors and both pulled out data card and simultaneously swiped them and I heard a female voice, "verified, access granted." The doors opened to an elevator and we got on. One of my esorts said, "orientation" The elevator started moving at a very rapid speed and decended for about 20 seconds and stopped, The voice came back on "destination orientation arrived." I stepped off the elevator and thought my two escorts would accompany me, but two more female approached me in all white with a black stripe down each leg and up the thigh. The two in red jumpsuits got back on the elevator and the doors closed. The two new women introduced themselves. The one on my right was Angel and the one on my left was Rosie. Angel and Rosie said, "were here to process you for your new job Michael." Rosie said, "Michael, we need your full and complete cooperation to get this finished as quickly as possible." I said, "no problem ladies." Angel said, "you can't question us, just follow our directions to the letter and we'll get you out of here as soon as we can, ok?" I nodded yes. "Good!" Rosie and Angel replied in unison. Rosie and Angel said, "Michael we need you to go into the dressing room, you'll find a change of under clothes and clothing, similar to our jumpsuits, please put on everything and return back here when you've finished" I said, "ok, be right back." When I entered the dressing room, I noticed a yellow jumpsuit and what appeared to be yellow underwear. Upon closer inspection, I noticed the underwear were more like a pullup. I pulled the pullup on and noticed it was snug and actually felt quite nice. Then I pulled on the yellow jumpsuit and noticed that the zipper was in the back. I exited the dressing room and Rosie and Angel were standing right by the door. Rosie said, "I'll zip you up Michael." and I felt a hand on my butt, obviously checking to make sure I put EVERYTHING on. Angel nodded to Rosie and both ladies said, "let's get you some ID and to work." I said, "why am I wearing a pullup?" Rosie and Angel said, "it's a security measure, every new employee strips out of everything they own and are monitored where ever they go. Well, we couldn't very well have someone follow you into the bathroom everytime you needed to use it, so we eliminated the bathroom breaks by wearing the pullup or in extreme cases even diapers." I know I turned about a thousand shades of red! Next I was ushered by Angel into another room where there was a camera and various backgrounds behind the photo area. Rosie said, "Michael, since you're IT, you need access to virtually every area and so your badge will get you into 100$ of every part of the facility. Michelle has informed us you passed security and background check." Rosie walked over to me and grabbed my hand and walked me over to the camera and said, "you stand right here, while we take your picture and get you your ID Michael." I stood there and I was standing there, I saw a flash and she said, "very nice Michael, next time smile please." I smiled and another flash of light and Rosie said, "very nice Michael." Angel said, "this way Michael for your orientation." and she walked through a set of double doors into and auditorium with a huge screen. Almost like the college orientation. I satdown in one of the empty chairs and it was theatre seats in a nice movie theater. I asked Rosie and Angel, "can I get a soda and some popcorn?" They both laughed and said, "we'll see what we can do." The lights dimmed and the screen came to life and the introduction said, "welcome IT trainee, you're probably wondering about all the security in an old farmhouse? Well, this is a branch of Homeland Security and you are a valuable asset to your country. Your job here will be to monitor data streams for the US CERT (United States Computer Emergency Repsonse Team). To develop algorythms to find terrorists who would harm American citizens and their allies." The next thing I knew Angel was shaking me awake. It was as if I was sedated and knocked out and I didn't know for how long I had been out. Angel said, "don't worry, your secret is safe with us, you got the gist of the orientation video." I smiled and went to stand up and my legs had fallen asleep and Angel grabbed me and steadied me until I recovered. It was just then I noticed that my pullup was sagging and apparently wet!

Chapter 5 - Lydia and Michael the Next Level After class, I thought I slip back into the dorm and change my shorts and clean up, since I was unable to do that in the bathroom before class. I made my way back to the dorm room and quite surprised that Lydia and the rest of the dorm was still either in class or somewhere else. I got back to my room safely and I went into the bathroom and got a wash cloth and soaked it in hot water and pulled my jeans off. As I entered the room I didn't think to lock Lydia's side I went into the bathroom to survey they damage. As I pulled down the UnderRooss and they were brown from the lower back to the lower front. I knew I was a mess and laid the UnderRoos down on the floor and started cleaning up and I heard Lydia coming into her side of the room. I had my back to the door on her side as it opened, I was attempting to wipe the fecal matter off my butt. Lydia said, "hold it right there young man!" I didn't know why, but I froze stiff and the next thing I know Lydia grabbed my arm and spun me around and said, "what happened young man?" I just lowered my head and started speaking and she said, "nevermind, you are just a big bABy. All men need to be in diapers, this is the proof. You don't wipe and you don't shake off and you stain front and rear." I blushed and tried to tell her what happened in the men's restroom, but she said, "let's get you cleaned up bABy." She pulled me into her dorm room and pulled out of box of baby wipes and said, "laydown on the bed and let mommy clean you up." I just numbly laid down on the bed and the next thing I know, my legs are over my head and Lydia is pulling a wipe out of the box and proceeded to clean up my messy butt." I was amazed, it only took four wipes for her to complete the task. Then she pulled out some baby powder and dusted my crotch. She said, "now don't you move an inch Michael." I heard the clicking of her heels walking from her room and back into my room. I heard the drawer open in my room. Then I heard it close and heard the clicking of her heels on floor again. The she lifted my legs and pulled on the final pair of UnderRoos and she swatted my butt and said, "ok bABy, all cleaned up and smelling sweet." It was lunch time and I was getting hungry and told Lydia that "I'm getting hungry" and she said, "me too." This time Lydia said, "I'm driving this time." She opened the dorm door and started walking. I noticed again, her hips, ass and thighs as she walked in those heels. She walked out into the parking lot and open the side of a small compact passenger side and said, "get in." I got in and felt her reaching around to buckle my seatbelt and making sure it was latched. I blushed! She said, "have to protect my interest." and patted my leg. She went around to the drivers side and opened her door and inserted her keys into the ignition and started her car. She said, "where are you thinking about getting lunch?" I said, "how about Arby's?" She said, "your wish is my command." We drove out of the parking lot and headed toward downtown and to Arby's. As we were driving she said, "now honey, what happened to your shorts today?" I said, "I went into the men's restroom and went into a stall and used the bathroom and when I went to clean up, there wasn't enough toilet paper to blow your nose and I was almost late for getting to class." She said, "well, you need to let maintenance know that the toilet paper is empty when that happens." I started crying and said, "when I got to class, Ms Lindsey informed me that if I was continually late, I would be locked on the outside of her classroom and not be able to be get into her class." I was worried about it and I was scared that I was going to be unable to complete my schooling? As we pulled into Arby's Lydia said, "what would you like to order?" I said, "Hamcheese and potato cakes with mountain dew ma'am." Lydia pressed the button on the menu and placed her and I order for food. She pulled up and pulled out her Visa debit card and paid for the food. As we exited the driveway, Lydia went down to the park we passed on the way and pulled in and parked and got out with the bag of food and the drinks. She walked toward a picnick table and sat down on the side and started unpacking our sandwiches and drinks. She pulled out a napkin and opened it up and go up and put it in my shirt like a bib and said, "don't to mess up your shirt." We sat there eating and enjoying the weather when a police cruiser pulled through the park and stopped and turned on it's lights and I immediately recognized her as officer Lindsey. As she approached she was all business. She said,"well hello Michael." I said, "hello ma'am." Officer Lindsey said, "well,who is your friend Michael?" I said, "this is my dorm mate Lydia." Officer Lindsey said, "hello Lydia!" Then Officer Lindsey embarassed when she said, "are you keeping little Michael out of trouble Lydia." Lydia said, "you know all men are just bABies and need to be sat and watched?" Both women just burst out laughing! I blushed but couldn't say a word. The last couple of days my life had been a twirling and spiraling. I Wet my pants and I soiled my pants and Lydia was caring for me like one of her toddlers in diapers or training pants and I apparently was in need of some more protection. I mumbled, "can we go mommy?" then I said, "I mean Lydia." Officer Lindsey said, "you'd better take him back to the dorm." Lydia stood up and took all the trash from our meal and took it to the trash can and deposited the bag and trash. She then came back to the table and said, "let's get going Michael." I got up and headed back to the car. Lydia opened my side and then buckled me into my seatbelt again. She came around and got into her side of the car and started the car and reached over and patted my leg and said, "we were just having fun bABy, nothing is meant by it. All women think of men as their children. It's just a female joke. You all need someone to watch after you." I started to oject and Lydia said, "remember the events of the past couple of days." That shut me up really quick. I couldn't deny the events. We drove back to campus and when we arrived, I got out and didn't wait for Lydia to open my door and I started walking back up to the dorm room. I opened my door and I locked the door and went to the bathroom door and locked my side there too. I just wanted to be alone. I laid down on my bed and passed out and fell a sleep. I woke up to a cold feeling in my crotch and I realized I had wet the bed again. I got up and saw I had one final class for the day and I would need to get into the bathroom and clean up before going to my final class and having to go to work.

Chapter 4 - First Week of Class I grabbed the towel and dried myself off an wrapped it around me and went into my dorm room. When I looked in my underwear drawer, all I saw was the UnderRoos. I didn't even think twice about it and grabbed a pair and put them on, and then went to the closet and grabbed my favorite jeans and a Bon Jovi tee-shirt and grabbed my book bag and itinerary for my classes. Lydia was dressed and wow, she was a knock-out. She had on a pair of tight white jeans and a pink halter top that barely contained her ample breasts. Her hips swayed and I watched her walk and I was noticing a tightness in my jeans and I gently adjusted myself. Lydia's classes for the first part of the day were on the other side of campus and mine was with Professor Lindsey. I decided to hit the bathroom before classes started. As I entered the men's bathroom I noticed that I was the only one in the bathroom and so I made my way to the stall, didn't want a repeat of yesterdays accident in front of the urinal. I got into the stall and went to undo my jeans and I fumbled and fiddled and all of a sudden the urgency became stronger and stronger. I finally got the button undon and zipper down and satdown and let loose a huge smelly fart. About that time I start filling the pot. I didn't ever realize that I had to poop. After I finished pooping I started peeing freely and it seemed that I would never stop. I went to wipe myself and noticed that there was a very small amount of toilet paper. I tried to wipe myself off with that little bit of toilet paper and I was unable to clean myself totally. I saw that I had less than three minutes to get to class, I bit the bullet and pulled up my UnderRoos and jeans and headed off toward class. As I was making my way to my classroom, I noticed that I was going to have to go by my locker and grab my books or I wouldn't have my class books. I stopped and for the life of me I couldn't remember my combination. Finally I got the combination right and grabbed my books and went to head to class. When I tried the handle, the door was locked and I had to knock on the door. Professor Lindsey came to the door and said, "this better not become a habit, or you'll find yourself on the outside of this door." I said, "I'm sorry ma'am." She swatted me on my butt as I passed by her. I blushed. I made my way to the only seat left, the plastic small desk and sat my books down and the class was totally quiet until I was seated. Then the class turned around and it was as if no interuption occured. Professor Lindsey said, "ladies and gentlman, my name is Michelle Lindsey, I will be your first period psychology teacher and if you have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask, however I would request that you hold your questions and hand raising until the end of each seminar class. Then we will have open question forum." Everyone nodded, accept me and I just was baffled. Michelle turned around and started writing on the blackboard and writing our first assignment. She said, "your first assignement is to read up on Gestault and regressive therapies or psychosexual deviant behavior with the emphasis on infantilism. You will hand in a report midterm or the effects of infantilism on society and men and women in general." The woman beside me asked, "do you have a study partner?" I said, "my dorm roomate is my study partner." She just sighed and I saw Michelle give her a look and it was as if I didn't exist and was off limits. I cracked my book and started reading the chapter on Gestault and his study of phychosexual deviant behavior with and emphasis on infantilism. Gestault studied numbeous patients that enjoyed regressive therapy with men and women but most of his subjects were men that enjoyed wearing and using diapers for sexual release and enjoyment. Some of them wet in the diapers and their partners participated in changing them and kept them in diapers for the embarassment factor and humiliation. Some pooped in their diapers and enjoyed the fecal tactile feelings, but most were just wearing the diapers, and using them just like a real baby would. So many of them were wearing the diapers as a result of their fetish. Most of the participants were evaluated over years of time and were either coming to grips with their fetish and some were trying to get rid of it, while others were gaining a coping mechanism to deal with the diapers and their sexuality. As I read the chapter I felt strange and short shocks throughout my body and I even felt a spurt into my shorts. I didn't know if I was excited or wetting, but I couldn't do anything about it right now. About that time Michelle said, "I have a short movie that will demonstrate Gestault's theory from the perspective of a Mistress Mommy and her submissive bABy. Michael, can you please get the lights?" I scooted out of my seat and turned the light switch off. I saw on the screen the credits and all of a sudden there before me was this ravishing woman wearing what appeared to be a rubber full cut dress and as she moved to her left, there came into view a form laying in what appeared to be a crib. Above the crib was hanging a large red bag, bulging full and a few drops of liquid dripping off of. The tube disappeared into the crib and as she approached, you could see that the tube from the enema bag, disappeared into the back and we all assumed into his diapers." The woman approached the crib and she reached out with her arm and released the clip on the tube and you see the contents of the bag were disappearing. You could see the subject squirming and groaning. The woman said, "Naughty- Naughty, no more potty bABy. It's only diapers for you, from now on, until all you know is diapers." Within a very short period of time, you can see the bag was completely empty and the occupant was now fighting to keep from soiling themselves and the woman know that he was going to loose very quickly. All of a sudden, you could hear the results of the enema being deposited into the back of the occupants diapers and the camera panned to the woman's ear-to-ear smile. She took her hand and reached into the crib and between the occupants legs and pressed firmly and massaged the mass that was just deposited into their diapers. About that time, the woman reached up with her other hand and removed the bonnet hood and you see the occupant and person was male and the squicked up face was proof enough of the infantile act he had just performed. She reached back in the front of his diapers and started to massage the front of his diapers. You could see that he was starting to enjoy her ministrations and he was rapidly approaching climax and she was going to keep going till he was at the point of no return and would finish off his infantile act completely in the back of his diapers. As the movie continued, you could tell that the woman was enjoying his humiliation extremely and he was about to enjoy it too. He climaxed and you could hear the remainder of his punishment enema was being deposited into his diapers with each pulse of his humiliating messy number 3 in the front of his diapers. The movie ended about a half an hour later and Michelle asked me to get the lights. I scooted out of my chair and turned the lights back on, when I noticed all eyes were on me, well not on me, but on my crotch. I was rock hard and wet, that was showing through my jeans and UnderRoos. Michelle said, "thank you Michael, you may take your seat." I blushed and retook my seat and just kept my head down.

Chapter 3 - Introductions Lydia gently swatted my on the butt and said, "come on, we'll be late meeting everyone and our teachers and professors" I quickened my step and caught up with Lydia and she extended her hand and just instinctively took ahold of it. As we walked hand-in-hand with Lydia, for some reason I felt almost small and I don't why, but also safe and secure. As we approached the hall where the meet and greets taken place. As we opened the double doors and entered, I noticed that there were only eight or ten guys and noticed that some of them were dressed more juvenile than like a young man or adult. I also noticed more of the larger over the shoulder bags the women were all carrying. Lydia interupted my daydream and said, "we need to get to room 666 for intros and meet and greet. Now I'm not religous, but the numbers 666 aren't something I prefer to be around. As we entered the room, I noticed that I was the only guy in the room. Professor Lindsey introduced herself as we entered the room. I introduced myself and Lydia did likewise. I went to move toward a seat, and I felt Lydia's gentle tug on my shirt and she directed me to short desk, that looked like it was for an elementary school and I noticed it was high impact plastic. Lydia whispered, "just incase you have another accident bABy." I blushed and took my seat. As I satdown I noticed that the plastic was stained and then Ms. Lindsey said, "welcome freshemen and women" She kept on speaking and explaining our class schedules and time lines for labs, tests and semi-finals and finals with graduation eventually for those that were successful in completing their studies. She further explained that "some of the students are not going to pass, because they're not willing to put the time and study time in, that some of the classes will take. It will be the best and worst time of your life. Memories and relationships will be made for a lifetime and some of you will meet your soulmates and get married and have families. Some of you will failout and probably never amount to anything, but the choices are yours." At the end of the meet and greet, there were drinks and food brought up and there were soda's, cookies, cake and finger sandwiches. I grabbed a Mountain Dew and chocolate chip cookie and finally a ham and cheese finger sandwich and started to enjoy. I was sitting there and all the ladies started coming over and introducing themselves and Lydia was right by my side. Most of the women didn't pay her any attention, which I thought was kind of rude. I told Lydia, "let's get out of here." She smiled and said, "where are we going?" I said, "anywhere but here right now." She took my hand and we made our way out of the hall and back to the dorm to change. I was going to take Lydia out to dinner and a movie. We got back to the dorm and she went into the bathroom first and started the shower. I could hear the shower running and my mind started imagining her soft, supple body in the shower and I tried to imagine if her nipples were perty and sharp and I imagined putting a lip lock on them and just suckling. Then I thought, why am I thinking this? I heard the water shut off and saw the bathroom door open and she stepped out in a huge bath towel that covered from the top of her breasts and just below her hips. Then I noticed how tight she had it wrapped and how it accentuated her assets, and she had plenty of ass ets. Her breasts where compressed tightly in the towel and she had another one in her hand and dipped her head and wrapped it around her head and back in the under of her hair in a bun. She came over to me, and said, "what?" Then she took a tip of the towel and wiped the drool from my mouth. I know I blushed and thought "what is happening to me?" Then Lydia snapped back to reality, and said, "are you going to need to shower? Oh and are you still dry?" I snapped and said, "What? Yes Ma'am" She said, "well I was just worried, since you did have an accident this afternoon and I don't want to see you embarassed, baby." I snapped, "I'm fine" I went to the closet and pulled off my tee-shirt and put on a button up dress shirt and put on a pair a kaki pants and berkies. As we left, I said, "I'll drive." Lydia said, "ok, where are we going?" I said, "I don't know, but I'm hungry." Lydia said, "there is a cafeteria on campus and we can eat for a couple of dollars, including drinks." I wanted to get off campus and be alone, so I got in, popped the lock on her side and started the truck. Then I thought, I should have opened her door, but the keys were in the truck. When we arrived at a local diner, I got out and opened her door like a gentleman. She gave me a peck on my cheek and I blushed. She took my hand and we entered the diner and and satdown at a booth and the waitress came to the booth and gave us both a menu to order from and told us today's special was chicken fried steak, potatoes, green beans and a salad with iced tea. Lydia ordered a ham and cheese sandwich and I ordered the special. It took about 15 minutes for our orders to arrive. When the waitress delivered our order, the tray was lopsided and when she went to set it down, the drinks got dumped on the table and into my lap. I was thankful that I ordered ice tea and not hot, but again, my crotch was soaking wet and I was Lydia. We ate and my crotch was still soaking wet and the management offered us free dinner and another free meal as compensation and for the anguish.Lydia accepted their offer and put the meal vouchers in her fanny pack. As I walked out of the diner, I wasn't even conscience of my soaking wet crotch anymore. I was with Lydia and again, felt safe, secure and loved. I opened Lydia's side of the pickup this time and closed it behind her lovely, lucious and firm behind. I went around to the drivers side and got in and started the truck and put it in gear and just drove around town talking and getting to know Lydia more and more intimately. She and I talked until she made the point, "we need to get back and get ready for our first week at school." I had to agree and turned around and headed back to the campus. I pulled throught the rought iron gates that had long since come down and pulled into the student parking lot. Turned off the truck and went around and let Lydia out. Once she got out, she took my hand and led me back to the dorm room. She went to her room and I went to mine. I satdown on the bed and before I knew it, I passed out. Apparently I was so tired that I passed out in bed and didn't undress myself. The following morning I woke up in my UnderRoos and nothing much more. I didn't remember undressing and only concluded that Lydia had come over and undressed me and tucked me into bed. She allowed me some dignity, but the UnderRoos were still damp and I noticed that my bed sheets were too. I also noticed that the stain was more yellow, than the water and tea that was spilt on me. I thought, "sheesh, I wet the bed" Lydia, about that time came in through the bathroom and said, "goodmorning baby." I hung my head and said, "I think I had another accident ma'am." Lydia said, "we'll take care of that later hon." I didn't think much about it! I went into the bathroom and satdown on the toilet and started the shower and balanced the water with the hot and cold and satdown and went to the bathroom, wiped and got up and climbed into the shower and washed hair, and the rest of me. Went to get out, and forgot to grab a towel and and I had to hollar at Lydia, "can you please bring me a towel?" Lydia said, "do I need to dress you too?" and giggled and threw the towel over the shower towel rack.

Community College by Fulldiaper Michael Copyright 2009, All rights reserved. This is a story of pure fiction, any relationship to any persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Part 1 - Dorms I graduated from a small town high school and now I was off to college. I had chosen community college since my funds were quite tight and mom didn't have the finances to send me off to one of the big 10 or big 12 colleges. I chose computer programming with a minor in phychology. I had moved out of mom's house and was now traveling toward the on campus dorm rooms. I had a really big break, my phychology teacher Ms. Lindsey had offered me a part time job and made arrangements with the campus for my dorm room in leu of partial payment for for services rendered. My beat up pickup and all my worldly posessions were on their way to a new life and college. Ms Lindsey was having me do computer clean up for her grad class of phychology majors and post grad students. Some were so inept with computers, they probably shouldn't have one, other than as a word processor or playing games. The drive was long and as I neared the school, I didn't see the motorcycle cop and of course I wasn't watching my speed either. When to cop approached the car, I had my license and registration ready to hand to him. Instead I heard this feminine voice say, "license, registration and proof of insurance!" I turned to see a brunette officer with sarge stripes on her uniform, that she was filling out quite well. I noticed her name tag and it read W. Lindsey. I was going to take a leap of faith and I said, "do you know Professer Lindsey officer?" The officer got an ear-to-ear smile and said, "why yes I do, that's my mother-in-law. How do you know her?" I said, "well, and swallowed hard, she's my psychology professor this year." The officer said, "well, tell her Wendy says Hi, oh and I'll be right back, as she looked at my license, Michael" I wished now I had stopped at the rest area and used the toilet. The iced tea I was sipping on, was going right through me. Officer Lindsey returned with my license, registration and proof of insurance and a ticket for me to sign. She said, "Please sign on this line and this is not an admission of guilt, just your word that you'll appear in court or satisfy this ticket accordingly." I signed without reading the ticket and she handed me my yellow copy and said, "Have a nice year in school Michael." As I started my pickup, I turned on the GPS navigation system and typed in the dorm address and go my turn-by-turn directions into town. When I arrived, there were numerous other students arriving and unpacking their cars, trucks and vans. Some had their parents with them and others were like me, loners and probably first time away from home. I met a young woman, her name was Lydia and she was about 15 miles from where I just came from. We almost instantly bonded and became friends. I helped Lydia with her luggage and bags into the dorm room house. I was kind of floored when I got my assigned room and it was next to Lydia's and was informed this is a co-ed dorm. Now, I thought HOLY COW, women and men in the same dorm. You have to understand, I've led a very sheltered life and frankly, I'm still a virgin at 19, well almost 20 now and a freshman in college. Lydia was a couple years older and she said, "I had to save up and earn my tuition for school." She also stated that she was working in the local daycare taking care of toddlers and infants earning a whopping $10.00 and hour. I said, "well, it's better to change the smaller variety than the larger variety infants." She giggled and said, "yeah, but the larger variety can be so much more fun." I didn't quite understand her statement, so I just smiled and nodded! I noticed that Lydia's dorm room and mine both only had one bed and a desk. They were about the size of a small studio apartment. A small shared bathroom between the two rooms with locks on both dorm room doors for the bathroom. A simple shower and small tub, with a sink and commode, with a frosted glass door on the shower and commode for semi-privacy. I noticed that there was a huge 30 gallon plastic trashcan in my room and also in Lydia's. Also, a small closet. About enough room to hang up a weeks worth of clothes and to store maybe 4 or 5 pairs of shoes in the bottom. There was a small ironing board on the side by the closet and a cabinet that has a small fridge and microwave oven. I joked with Lydia, "we can have movie night and pop popcorn." She smiled and said, "yeah and cold beer or some other beverages." Then all our luggage was inside and we started settling in, I noticed that Lydia closed and locked her side of the bathroom. I didn't think much about it, other than maybe she was changing from the long drive. I pulled out my suitcase and started putting my underwear and clothing away. My mother being the prankster that she is, packed me a brand new package of UnderRoos. Just as I pulled them out of my suitcase, Lydia can through her side of the door and I couldn't get rid of them. She said, "how cute, you'll have to model them for me sometime." I'm sure I blushed and turned a thousand shades of red. She said, "they're cute, did your mommy pack them for you." as she reached out for the package and snatched them from my clutches. She said, "are you wearing a pair now?" I said, "my mother is the eternal prankster, I doubt I can even fit into them Lydia." She said, "let's find out?" and reached for the belt on my pants and for some reason, I didn't object or even move away from her. I've always been submissive around women, especially very aggressive and assertive ones. As my pants fell to the floor and my boxer briefs came into view, I was sporting quite the errection and she commented, "some one likes this" and giggled. Then Lydia said something that floored me. She said, "oh my someone's wet. Maybe you need the UnderRoos or training pants?" I blushed and said, "well, I can't help it you're so gorgeous." It was her turn to blush then! As the afternoon turned into evening, Lydia kept dropping hints and inuendo's about my briefs and how I didn't appear old enough to be wearing them. I don't know why, but this kept almost in a constant and excited state. Lydia invited me to her room for a night cap and snack to watch a movie on her Samsung Delve. She fired up the phone and touched the screen a few times and allof a sudden we were watching an episode of Heros on ABC. We had to kind of cuddle to see the screen and a coupld of times I noticed that I was really getting groggy and drowsy. When the episode ended, she said, "let mommy come tuck you into bed." The comment blew right past me, I was so tired. She escorted me to my room and bed. When I sat down, I heard a crinkling sound. Startled I jumped. She said, "the college protects the bedding by putting vinyl covers on the bedding so drunk co-eds don't ruin their matresses when they go drinking and partying. Made sense to me and I was tucked in and she gently kissed me on the forehead and sleep tight babyboy. I just smiled and went to sleep. My dreams were pleasant and I woke in the morning well refreshed and Lydia standing by my bed still in her nightgown. She satdown and asked me, "how'd you sleep?" Jokingly I said, "with my eyes closed." She gently swatted my thigh and butt, saying, "I know that silly." As I went to get out of bed was when I noticed that I wasn't wearing any underwear at all. I said, "umm, errr, Lydia, can you toss me a pair of underwear, please." Jokingly, she opened the UnderRoos and tossed me a pair. I said, "no my real underwear, please.?" She said, "that is your underwear today!, for being a smartass." I said, "better a smartass than a dumbass." She said, "hurry up and get dressed, we'll be late for orientation." I pulled up the UnderRoo and they were snug but fit me. She commented, "how cute is that?" I blushed. It was then I noticed that there was no fly on these underwear. I blew it off, not thinking anymore about it. As I pulled my jeans and "growing old is mandatory, growing up in optional" tee-shirt, she said, "Oh my that is so cute. You'd better not get undressed today with any ladies...they scoop you up and keep you hostage." I said, "the only lady that's undressing me, will be you ma'am." She said, "and DON'T you forget it baby!" Part 2 - Orientation As we were making our way to the orientation in the auditorium, I noticed that I forget to use the bathroom in all the comotion this morning. I mentioned this to Lydia and she matter-of-factly said, "can't you hold it till after orientation?" I said, "I guess I'll have to." As we made our way into registration and orientation, I noticed that there were many times more females than males. I thought about it for a second and just figured, guys can get the money to go to bigger college campuses. As Lydia and I found our seats, there was a gentleman sitting in front of me and he looked kind of silly. It appeared that he was wearing short talls and white button down shirt with a little hat. The woman he was with, reached over and undid his hat and she handed it to him. I then noticed that she had an oversized bag that was very large and noticed what I thought was something white inside and she pushed it down under her chair and closed it. The lights went down and a screen dropped from the ceiling and the presentation started. I don't know how long I fell asleep, but Lydia was shaking me and telling me, "you missed the whole orientation." It was then I really noticed that I needed to use the bathroom. I was so glad the orientation was over and I was able to get out of there and make a break for the bathroom. As I exited the auditorium, I asked one of the staff, "where is the lil boys room?" She smiled and said, "just down the hall and around the first corner." I hurried my step and got to the corner and turned and it seemed the closer I got the more urgent my need to pee was getting. I pushed the door open and felt a slight electrical shock in my body and I got inside and as I approached the urinal, I felt another little shock. I pulled down my zipper and I was fumbling to get the UnderRoos pulled down and I couldn't find the top. I felt a spurt into my UnderRoos. I was finally able to get the top down below my penis and started peeing in the urinal. When I finished, I shook off and went to wash my hands and I noticed the wet spot in my crotch. I turned the water on, and found it was under high pressure and splashed even more wetness on my crotch and it nearly appeared that I had soaked myself. I went to look for paper towels or a blower and neither were there. I walked out and Lydia was standing right there and she snickered and giggled, pointing at my crotch and said, "maybe trainers are too far up the line?" I blushed and as Lydia and I made our way back to our dorm; I was feeling like I was being paraded as a prize almost by Lydia, and I didn't really care. It was just important to be with Lydia and to have her approval. Later that day, we were to meet our classmates and professers and teachers. I felt like a two year old at daycare at this very moment, but I felt safe with Lydia and knew nothing bad would happen for some reason, if I stuck with her. As I was semi-waddling behind Lydia, I saw a woman that was beautiful and built. Her jeans were hugging her wide hips and firm thighs. She was wearing a blouse that hugged every curve and she had curves. She was well built on top and bottom. Her body compared to an hourglass, all her sand was "packed" tightly and firmly in all the right places. Her hips and buttocks swayed as she walked gracefully in front of my gaze. I thought for just a moment, she would be a great mommy and caught myself and said, "mommy" outloud and then said, "excuse me, mother." Lydia said, "beg your pardon?" I said, "I was just mumbling." As we arrived at the dorm, we walked in and I think everyone was getting there about the same time. There were a few men, but mostly women re-entering the dorm. All the women just looked at me and smiled and went on their way. Lydia and I made our way back to our respective rooms and I started to change out of my wet clothing. As I started taking my clothes off, I noticed that Lydia was fixated and watching. When I got down to my underwear, they not only wet, but also yellow. She said, "did you have an accident?" I broke down and started to cry and she walked over and held me close. I felt safe, loved and secure! I said, "I couldn't get the UnderRoos down soon enough and spurted into my UnderRoos, before I get the rest of it in the potty, I mean urinal." Lydia said, "it's ok, sometimes lil boys have accidents in their pants, front and rear bABy." I felt her carassing my butt and gently patting it and telling me "it will be ok, and we'll get you out of those wet pants into some dry ones honey" Then I felt her tugging at my pants and underwear pulling them down, while I was still on her shoulders. As I felt the wet UnderRoos off my hips I felt the cool air hit my butt and crotch and I don't know why, but I felt a spurt of pee, almost like that when a toddler is getting their diapers changed and they pee all over the changer. She got wet and just smiled and said, "it's ok, let's get you cleaned up and dried out." She very lovingly and gently cleaned me up and then reached and grabbed Johnson's Baby Powder and genttly sprinkled it on my crotch and then pulled on another pair of UnderRoos. She then walked over to my closet and grabbed a pair of jeans and put them on over my UnderRoos and tucked my tee-shirt back in and said, "ok, let's finish our orientation and meet and greet." All I could do was follow and just mumble, "yes ma'am"

Botox, As usual, you have me captivated and waiting with baited breath for the next installment. I still know if the character is male or female Fulldiaper Michael

Chapter 6: Prison Life My days are a continuous blur. Each day like the last, eat, wet and mess, sleep, eat, wet and mess and sleep, then eat, wet and mess and finally night diapers and more sleep. My bladder and bowels are completely useless and have totally atrophied into the control of a newborn baby. I can't keep anything inside me. I eat and it seems right afterwards, it ends up in my diapers. I'm now nursing three to five times a day and given drugs I'm sure, but I'm so blissfully happy, that I don't know or don't care that they're turning me into their sweet little bABy boy that will never get out of diapers, and frankly has no desire to. One day, I don't know how long into my sentence, I saw a group of men that I had never seen before. I was told by my nanny that they were multiple offenders and they were to be deprogramed and returned to infancy for the rest of their natural born days, with the mind of a two year old, till the day they died. She said, "they'll be filling their diapers and sucking on a paci or ba-ba for the rest of their natural days on this earth, more than likely at one of the rehabilitation nursery's and possibly adopted by one of women they are assigned to, or worse, they may be programed to be men that don't know they're incontinent and undergo the humiliation course, where they'll never regain continence, but will not remember it, until cued by a woman. Then they'll want their nice soft diapers, to wet and mess in uncontrollably until they're given the grow up cue, which will return them to adult thought status, but still no potty privileges." She continued, "it also makes them have an aversion to any toilet or bathroom, even a childs potty will cause severe and total incontinence for days, with them having no memory of it. They'll be working and suddenly their pants will be soaked or they'll find a nice surprise in the seat of their big boy pants and need to be put in diapers and have a strong desire to be diapered and dominated by a strong woman and even suckled at her breasts." I swallowed and was thankful I wasn't in that group! She went on to say, "they're implanted with a small device in their anal cavity that turns all the fecal matter to bABy poop consistancy or they can be constipated and require suppositories or even an enema to evacuate their bowels into their pants or diaper bABy. Also their bladders are surgically shrunk to that of a newborn. Any volume of fluids will go right through them into their pants or diapers bABy." Then what she said next caused me to fill my diaper. She said, "the anal implant is equipped with a fiber generator to insure plenty of surprises for bABy and his new mommy, if she so desires." and started laughing when she sniffed and said, "just like my bABy did." She reached down and squeezed the contents in the seat of my diaper and started to get aroused and she said, "bABy likes mommy playing with his diapers, doesn't he?" I moaned and mumbled, "yes ma'am." She continued until I climaxed and pushed another type of load into my already sodden diapers. Little did I know this was pavlov conditioning to insure that I not only remained in diapers using them as intended, but they were a pleasurable experience and would insure my desire to keep pleasing my captors and wearing my diapers obediently. I then noticed another group of what I thought were women, but I was corrected by my nanny. She said, "those are repeat rapeist and sexual molestors that are being converted into women or transexuals or transvestites and placed into general population with the non-bABy population. Their punishment will be severe and swift as usual and most will end up in diapers, due to being non-anal retentive bABy. But it will be anything but pleasurable bABy." The last one, was trussed all up and you could tell he was wearing a diaper, but this diaper covered him from his neck to his ankles and you could also tell is was full and rank. She said, "he's a child molestor and pedophile. He will be reduced to the mind of child and placed into the general population, diapered as he is." The last comments caused a chill to run down my spine and another soft load to deposit in the seat of my already taxed diapers and nanny just laughed and said, "you don't have anything to worry about bABy, your training is coming along nicely and more than likely, you'll be eligible for early adoptive release to a Dommy Mommy, or maybe I'll adopt you bABy?" I blushed and said, "would you?" without even hesitating. She said, "you know I would honey, now let's get you into a nice clean diaper, so you can doo it all over again." I blushed even more!

Chapter 5: Prison Orientation The voices continued over and over and over in my head. It wasn't that it was unpleasant, I didn't have anywhere else to be anytime soon anyway. I just didn't know how much time or what time was anymore. They were keeping me completely off balance, diapered and apparentely quite effectively. When I became lucid and able to focus, I was still in the make shift wheelchair and the blonde and brunette were also there, but something was different and I couldn't put my finger on it. My legs were still useless and I as still diapered and wearing that same jumpsuit that I arrived in nearly three months ago....or was it? I was wheeled into a room with other white suited men and women seated in similar positions as I was. Then the lights went dim and the big white screen in front of me came to life with images, pretty colors, and symbols and letters, I couldn't understand, but they kept repeating over and over...then a fine thin mist started to infiltrate the room and I noticed that one by one, we were all nodding out in our chairs. Then there was a heavenly voice that came into my head again. She kept repeating things I couldn't understand, but I didn't feel uncomfortable or scared by her words. Over and over over and over over and over, she kept repeating the same phrases and words, that I couldn't understand,and then a pretty face appeared on the screen in front of me. I had to watch the pretty face, she was smiling down at me. I was in a crib and I was cranky. Why was I cranky? I know I'm hungry! No, I'm not hungry, ... I'm wet and smelly... Nope, I'm comfortable and dry... Why was I cranky? Then she reaches down and picks me up. I feel so small and helpless, but also so safe and secure. She holds me tight to her breasts and I can feel the warmth and I began to feel sleepy again. Just as I see her smile at me, the mist again fills the room and I can hear heavenly voices in my head. I know I have to listen to the voices and do what she's telling to do. I can't fight it, I can't resist. I must obey all women and never harm them again. If I think of harming a woman, I will immediately loose all muscle control and I'll wet myself first, and if the anger doesn't subside, my bowels will collapse and empty themselves also! Anytime I see a naked woman, I will have only thoughts of nursing at her breasts and being her bABy boy. I will be unable to get or maintain an errection in the pressence of woman, until she says, "time to please mommy!" Then I will be able to maintain a constant errection, but will want to orally please her first, multiple times. If when she is pleasured and exausted, she may at her discretion assume the female superior position and continue to pleasure her- self with my manhood. I will however be able to achieve climax, until I am placed into a thick absorbent diaper and give the cue then of, "are you a big boy?" My pensis will engorge and my body will tremble and I will climax with the force of a tsunami hitting land, at which time, my bladder and bowels will also errupt into my diapers, co-mingling with my semen! After that I will have an insatiable desire to suckle at the woman's breast and cuddle, until I and she fall into a slumber and awake!

Chapter 4: Arrival I don't know how many times I faded in and out on my travels to my new home, but each time I seemed to have wet and or soiled the diapers I was wearing the stentch was really bad in the back of the van. I could feel wetness under my legs and butt. I just knew that I had over taxed the diapers I was put in back at the courthouse and transfer center. My suspicions were validated, when the side door to the van opened and the guards were wearing gloves and head to toe rubber outfits. As I was slowly released from the confines of the van, my feet and ankles and the strap across my chest and arms. The blood started to flow again into the extremities of my arms, but my legs were almost like rubber. How could such a short ride render my legs nearly useless? What I had no idea of, was that I had not been in the van for just a few hours, I had been in a simulator for nearly three months and my muscles had completely atrophied to that of a newborn and now I was being removed from the simulator and taken into the prison, general orientation population. As a new arrival, I was wearing a bright white jumpsuit and thick, thirsty diapers, but I also noticed something different. I was also wearing either rubber or vinyl pants, probably to contain any damage that I was evidently putting into them. As I exited the van, I felt one of the women, grip and firmly hold my butt, which caused the contents of my diapers to be pressed and smeared all over my back and front side. She commented, "this one is progressing quite nicely. He's really got a surprise for mommy in here" and she squeezed. I was helpless to resist and the thought of attempting to run or escape was out of the question, since my legs were totally useless. I was quickly placed into what I thought was a wheelchair, but noticed some slight modifications. The seat was shaped like a toilet seat and padded.There were padded cuffs on the handles to secure the rider. There were also leg and ankle restraints on it for probably similar reasoning. It was then I noticed hanging from the side of chair two IV poles and bags hanging from both of them. After I was securly in the chair, one of the guards distracted me by bending over and giving me a cleavage shot, while the other one slipped into my mouth a feeding gag and strapped it behind my head making it impossible for me to dislodge it. Then I started tasting sweet and bitter combinations of fluid going into my mouth. To keep from drowning I started swallowing and very soon I was in a rhythm again, sucking, filling, swallowing, over and over until the bags were being drained of their contents and going into my kidneys and stomach. The cute blonde that flashed me said, "you're probably wondering what nouishing and nutrishous little goodies you're enjoying? Aren't you?" I could speak, so I nodded. She said, "well the sweet is a bulk forming fiber, that's completley oderless and tasteless. We added sweetner to make it more addictive." Then she said, "the bitter is a potent muscle relaxant and diuretic that is slowing and completely undoing all of your potty training bABy boy. It's absorbed into the muscle tissue and after a few years of it, it will render you totally and completly diaper dependent and there is NO reversal, none, nada, nix" Oh, the other piped in, "and you may be wondering why your legs are useless after only a few hour ride bABy?" "Well, you see, the ride here was over nearly three months ago, you've been in our on site simulator, ever since your arrival nearly three months ago. We knocked you out, changed your diapers and continued your training, all while you were totally unaware. Now your psychological implants are a permanent part of your psychological memories and the subliminal's that you are cued by, are so engrained in your psyche, that any woman can render to total and helpless toilet control of a newborn or toddler with just two cues." I'm sure the look on my face was priceless as the second guard with a digital camera took two or three rapid fire pictures of my facial expressions as I began to realize what I was just told. Just then the cute blonde reached between my legs and squeezed my diapers and I could feel the wetness. Then she said, " oh and by the way, your little manhood, is bABy sized too." I just started to weep and cry. The blonde pulled my head into her breasts and said, "oh and these will be put of good use too bABy with your suckling experience." When she said this, it was like someone filled my head with the NEED to suckle a woman's teat and it kept getting stronger and stronger. I noticed I was helplessly drooling and slobbering around the feeding gag. The blonde commented, "yes, I think the suckling cue is well engrained in this little one's brain." Then she commented, "Peeeu, it smells like a rank nursery." I felt my bowels open up and the contents just empty into my diapers and spread all over my backside and up my back. The blonde reached behind and pulled the back of my diaper and pants back and took a whiff and commented, "the messy diaper cue works really well too." then giggled She then reached down and grabbed my crotch and said, "are you a big boy?" I felt my muscles grow weaker and weaker until my bladder collapsed and drained into my diaper, leaking and running out onto the concrete floor. It was the brunette that made the next comment, "he's quite the tinkler and the bladder release cue works wonders." I kept trying to focus on keeping any assemblence of manhood alive, but it seemed the more I tried to fight it the weaker I seemed to be becoming and my bladder and bowels emptied what little had accumulated into my diapers again. As we rounded a corner, I noticed a woman, tall and built like a brick shithouse, wearing 4" patent leather pumps, a A Frame white dress, silk stockings and a tight blouse with an extreme amount of cleavage showing. Red pouty lips, strong round, firm hips, strong chisled chin and facial features, well manicured hands and nails with a riding crop. She approached me and said, "are you a big boy?" I wanted to blurt out, "Yes Bitch I am.", but with the gag in place I just nodded up and down, as I felt my bladder and bowels attempt to empty once again into my diapers. She took her riding crop and placed it under my chin and said, "most big boys I know, aren't wearing obviously wet and from the smell, poopie diapers, do they now?" I shook my head no! She said, "so if you're not a big boy, then what are you?" and she signaled the guards to remove the feeder gag. In my head I said, "Bitch, I'm the man that's going to bring you to your knees." But what I heard was, "Only bABies wear and use diapers for their potty, therefore by process of elimination in my diapers, I therefore must be a bABy ma'am." The confirmation cue is well seated by his last comment, the warden commented. Then she reached into her pocket and pulled a small cannister out of it and sprayed it into my face. The lights went dim and I started hearing those feminine voices again...

Chapter 3: Swift Judgement I never knew that judgement would be passed so soon. In less than a month from my arrest, I was sitting in a detainment room, ready to be sent off for reform. I was in tighty whitey's and wear- ing ankle cuffs and handcuffs, secured to a 4" wide leather restraining belt by my wrists. The anklecuffs made me nearly have to waddle or hobble to move. They weren't on that tight, but they were short chained and the handcuffs were secured to the belt, by my wrists, unlike conventional handcuffs with the short chain or hinge. I was pronounced guilty and sentenced to life reform! The female guards handed me a bright white jumpsuit and assisted me in putting it on, but not before I was shaved in the groin and laid down, did I realize that I was going to be diapered. The female guard said, "so you like raping women? huh?" I just snarled and hoped that they might go easy on me. I saw the second guard out fot he corner of my eye with some foil packets and heard them being opened as my legs were hoisted high into the air and up over my head, making my bottom totally exposed and vunerable. The one female asked, "are those the Ducolax?" The woman said, "YEP" I had no idea what that meant, but I was sure it wasn't going to be good. The first guard put on some vinyl or latex gloves and I felt her invade my backside and she began to massage my prostate and within a very short period of time, I felt my belly and penis get wet and she continued to milk me, like a farmer would milk a cow. She moved in and out of my anal area, and I was totally at her mercy. She must have removed and reinserted her finger deep inside me at least three or four times. Each time I felt a mild burning sensation, but it subsided. She said, "that should make him docile!" Yah, said the other guard, "they all loose their drive, when they get milked, before the ride." We don't have to worry about messy number three's in their diapers, from them being all turned on, by a woman taking control and putting them back into diapers. I'm sure then I must have turned seven shades of red. Then I heard, "oh bABy, you ain't seen nothing yet!" Then the two of them laughed as they both bundled me up in the diaper and pulled the jumpsuit over it and I heard a distinct click in the back, up around my neck, a swift swat my padded posterior, that probably scared me more than acutally hurt and I jumped. Then I was ushered into the back of van with blacked out windows and my anklecuffs were secured to the bottom of the van and I seated on a semi-soft plastic seat and a strap was pulled across me and I was forced into a reclining position and then I felt something being inserted into my mouth and secured behind my head. Then I heard the female guard say, "wouldn't want our new bABy prisoner thirsty, now would we?" and I felt fluid coming into the gag, and no matter how hard I tried to block one hole, it seemed there were another ten that started leaking fluid into my mouth. I gave and started a sucking rhythm and that's when the guards signaled the driver I was ready for my long ride. We started out slow, I'm sure moving through the Metro area streets, then we finally hit the Interstate and we were on our way. About the time we were pulling onto the Interstate, I started feeling really deep and painful cramps. I tried to signal the driver, but with gag in and me drinking to keep from drowning, I failed. I thought I could hold out until we arrived and then I remembered what I was wearing. They intentionally sabotaged me. Well, I'm not going to babify myself in front of bunch of dominant women. Just then another cramp gripped me and refused to let me go. I wanted to curl up in the fetal position, but seated and strapped in as I was, I couldn't move. All of a sudden, the seat under me started to gently vibrate and move up and down. I was finding it difficult to concentrate and maintain focus. I wasn't sure, but I think what I was drinking, must have been drugged. I started hearing voices in my head, "telling how nice it would feel to relieve the pressure in my bowels" also, that my bladder was filing up and I should just relax and let it empty naturally and completely into my diapers, like the bABy I was. My focus went from my bowels, to try and keep my eyes open and then I felt myself slipping into a slumber, relaxed, free, and totally and completely relaxed. My muscles were no longer tense, I was no longer worried about my sentence....my body was no longer under my control the voices kept on repeating. I could feel the pressure in my bladder and bowels growing and growing stronger and the cramps nearly completely and totally unbearable. Then the voice said, "wouldn't it feel so much better just to give all that pain to the diapers?" "Just relax and become the bABy you know you are!" Relax and you'll feel so much better. Just gently push and empty your bladder and bowels into the soft, absorbent and thick diapers bABy. "You can no longer control your body, I control it." Then there was a gentle mist that covered the whole back area. I knew I was loosing it and I was completely helpless to stop or resist. The voices got louder and I could feel the seat now pressing hard against my padded posterior and the voice said, "oh my, you must be a big boy, huh?" I heard myself saying, "I'm a big boy!" Then voice said, "Anytime you hear the words big boy, your bladder and bowels will helplessly and uncontrollably empty into your pants or diapers. You can't control it, it's totally out of your control, the more you try, the weaker they become, until you have the cotrol of a toddler, who has totally failed potty training and been put back into Thick, Soft, Absorbent diapers." "If you are wearing boxers, briefs or no underwear, you will have an uncontrollable desire to be babied and diapered by a dominant woman. If you can't find a woman, you will helplessly and uncontrolably wet and fill your pants, underpants, chair or bed. This will happen no mater who you're with, or where you are, you are completely and totally helpless to resist. Each time you attempt to resist, your bladder and bowels get weaker and weaker, until you will have to be diapered to keep from wetting or soiling yourself like a newborn." I don't know how long the ride was or how long I slept for, but when I woke up, I was still in the back of the van in very wet and extremely smelly full diapers. I slowly shook off the sleep like a haze in the morning dew as you see the sun come up and the fog slowly burns away and you know it's going to be a beautiful day! I felt the van decellerate and we were exiting the Interstate. We drove a long distance and as we were I started hearing the voices again...

Chapter 2: Fast forward to today. Cynthia and I remained long time friends, until her death in late last year. She and I had become very powerful women in our own rights. She was a State's Attorney and I was a consulting speaker to the department of corrections nationwide. Cynthia was a federal senator that got a bill passed for prison reformation. Instead of the death penalty, which was long ago abolished. Anyone convicted of a haneous crime was sentenced to one or multiple life repeats. A multiple life repeat is where the prisoner is regressed and reared properly with the correct morals. Some prisoners that were hard core cases, were sentenced to total regression and no possiblity of adulthood. Minor offenders were sent to Correctional Center BIT located in a secret location and built into the side of a mountain, to insure absolutely no chance of escape. If you're familar with an old TV show where all the old secret agents were sent to an Island, where if they tried to escape, there was this ball that chased them down and would smother them into submission or kill them. Our security was a thousand times worse than that. When the facility was built a few unique security measures were built in. Sonic sounds if a prisoner passes a certain point, market by a bright florescent blue and pink line causes thier bodies to go limp like a newborn and for their muscles in their body to totally and completely relax causeing their bladder and bowels to empty into their diapers all inmates must wear, since the cellblocks have no toilet facilities on the inmates side and limited, voice commanded facilities on the staff side. All the guards are females and are registered nurses, that have been trained in martial arts and passive subduction techniques. All inmates uniforms are similar, except for multiple repeat offenders. Their jumpsuits are powder blue with a large pink B on it. All other inmates jumpsuits are powder blue, with a bright white AB on it. Any violent offenders jumpsuits are brown with a powder blue B on it. This type of identification also allows the staff to know what level or punishment that may be needed, before the inmate responds positively to a correction, by a correction officer. Each correction officer carries a can of my special spray that will render most inmates into a total hypnotic trance and allow further correction by the correction officer, up to and including total and complete regression to newborn status for as long as the officer deems necessary. Some are sentencened to life as a newborn, with no possibilty of growth. Other's are sentenced to 1, 2, 3, 5, 10 years as a newborn, with growth at 1/2, 1/3, 1/10, or 1/100 of normal ageing. So, the later of 1/100, would mean, you would age 1 year for every 100 years you were incarcerated. For those inmates that are sentenced for lessor crimes, they are rehabilitated to allow outside law- enforcement to identify them by their bulky bottoms, since all inmates are required to be diapered 24/7/365, once they have been released from incarceration. Most of the lawenforcement community is also female, since most men want nothing to do with a full soaked and soiled diaper, upon apprehension of a repeat offender. Officers carry hypnotic spray, but their most reliable weapon against repeat offeners is the bABymaker 5000. It's a small unit that can easily be carried in an officers belt, purse or fanny pack. When the weapon is fired in the direction of a repeat offender, it renders them as helpless as a newborn bABy and their bladder and bowels release all contents. So, if the offender isn't diapered, they soil them- selves and usually become quite docile. Officers squad cars are equipped with a complete changing station, since some of the women, for fun have discharged their weapons on partial strength, which usually results in the reciever at least wetting and sometimes even soiling themselves. These weapons were approved by President Obama after his inaguration and have been in use since criminal violence escallated in years, to the point where murder, rape and arson and other violent crimes were about to destroy the world. The World Council abolished the manufacture and possession of hand guns and other more violent weapons. Now criminals have to fabricate weapons, or find antiques to use in the commission of crimes. Anyone using a deadly weapon antique is automatically sentenced to the special unit in the federal department of corrections and will eventually end up here for reprogramming, through regression and diaper training. Chapter 3: Orientation When an offeder arrives, the first thing that is done, is they are made to wet and soil themselve, through diet and special rooms equipped with ultra high frequency sounds that constantly bombard the muscles of the body, including the sphincter muscles in the bladder and bowels. Once an inmate wets and soils them- selves, they are escorted to the orientation room, where they are allowed to clean up and given two pills to take. They are supervised and told the pills are to kill any paracites they might have internally. Actually, they are both very powerful diuretics and stool softners. Once they are showered and clean, they are issues white jumpsuits and escorted to the intake office, where information will be taken by correctional officers. Each inmate's time of injestion is recorded and as the process takes place, they are being indoctrinated into the prison nursery. Once an inmate wets or soils themselves, twice or three times, they are issued a new jumpsuit that is now florescent orange with a chemical treatment of more laxative, stool softner and diuretics. This jumpsuit also has litmus in the crotch area that will turn the jumpsuit in that area, bright yellow when amonnia or feces will turn it brown. New inmates are given food and water, as much as they want. All the water is lightly spiked with mild diuretics and all food is full of high fiber, stool softners and a mild laxative. What is really interesting is that this is all done to break down the inmates resistance to women in control and them eventually in diapers, using them like the bABies they will become. Also, the prison, has been built with anti-gravitational units to allow the women to seem stronger than their male inmate counter parts. The female and some male correctional officers wear specially designed boots that are only functional on their bodies, should an inmate over power an officer. Also, post hypnotic suggestions are implanted with subliminal broadcasting being sent into every corner of the prison. All correctional officers wear again, specially designed hearing protection that only works for them. Even another officer can not use another correctional officers prison issued equipment. The hypnotic spray canisters are biometrically operated by voice and fingerprint recognition. Also, there are voice stress analisis sensors all over the prison, and if an officer feels threatened, they don't have to cry out, it would be detected and counter inmate measures are institued by the automatic security system built into all areas of the prison. The counter measures once activated, can not be shutdown by anyone in the prison. The outside guard tower is the only place it can be deactivated. The officer in that tower would activate backup measures and the US Marshalls office and the local State Patrol office would be notified, and put on alert. In the event of a false activation, an all clear would be given by the officer, their supervisor, the tower guard and State and Federal Officials would stand down. In the event of a possible escape or takeover, the stand down would appear to have been given, while a silent alarm would issued and counter measures would be activated, with NO prison deactivation available. This would insure a total and complete lockdown of the entire prison facility. Kill sensors would be activated to insure no electric counter measures would be affective and no vehicle on the property would be able to be started and used for an escape. This is where I come in. I'm an investigative reporter and I wanted to get into this Top Secret facility, so my colleague and I fabricated a story where I raped her and I was sure this would get me into the facility and once we came clean, I would be released; hopefully. Well, we were ready to carry out the plan. The only problem was Lisa, put on an all too convincing show, since she and I did have consentual sex, there was more than enough dna evidence to sentence me to reformation. What I didn't know is that Lisa had been long long time friends with Lydia and they both were former lovers and Lisa knew Cynthia before she was brutally murdered by a repeat sex- offender.

Prison Reformation by Fulldiaper Michael Copyright 2009, all rights reserved. Hello, my name is Lydia Miller, I'm a professor and currently teach at the Federal prison. My job is to educate inmates that are about to be released on parole or have served their sentences and are being put back into society. Most of the offenders I work with are usually less than three time offenders and have a chance of actually making it in society with the proper skills and motivation. I graduated second in my class at MIT and Harvard. My degrees are chemical engineering and psychological behavior modification with a minor in pharmacology. I studied as a hypnotist for five years under the tutorage of a woman in San Francisco that was a lesbian and really abhorred men in general, although most of her patients were males I worked for the US Government Top Secret installation in the deserts of Nevada back during the Cold War to develop and deploy counter measures in combat agaist our enemies and was quite successful in developing some very good hypnotics and psychotropics. The problem is they had to be absorbed into the bodies of the enemies or injected and eventually the Cold War ended and so did my funding for this type of research. Hence I ended up in the private sector. This is where I met my co-hort in crime Cynthia Dinsdale. She was a blonde, a little over 6' tall and bulit like a bombshell, and almost as smart as she was beautiful and had been around the male block a few times, married, divorced and hardened against men. I also found out she was a lifestyle dominatrix and loved taking money from men for fulfilling their fantasies as a Dominant woman. I was no slouch in the looks department either, in my silk stockings, garters and 5" heels I stood nearly 6' tall with my ample chest and bubble butt. Not my definition, but as I was described by one of my ex-lovers. Once I told her of the research that I was doing, she was glued to me like hook on loop velcro. She asked me for the first time in our relationship if I would accompany her to a Domme session and I did. I hooked from there on out. The session was with a young 30+ male that enjoyed being babied by Mommy Cynthia. She would give him a sponge bath and then pull out a disposable diaper and place it under her charge. She would powder and lotion him up and then just before taping the diaper, she would insert a mineral oil fleet enema into his bottom and squeeze the contents home. Then she would diaper up her charge and make sure it was snug and tight. She would then pull open her nursing bra and nurse him, until nature took it's course and he would fill his diapers helplessly. That was the end of the session and she made $200.00 for less than hours worth of work. I was amazed. Then she said, wouldn't it be great if with just a cue, I could have my bABy slave fill his diaper, with no prior knowledge of receiving the enema diapered or not? This got my brain clicking and my juices flowing and my panties damp! After that, Cynthia started purchasing my development in a small spray dispenser and the first time she misted another client, that wasn't a bABy, we both convinced him that he wasn't toilet trained and on a specific cue, his bladder and bowels would be rendered totally useless for a period of 24 hours. We didn't know if it would work or not and both were excited to see the results. Three hours in and on his way back from picking up a pizza and drinks, Cynthia called him on his cell phone and gave him the cue, just as he pulled into the driveway of her condo and we both had to go out, since he was so embarassed that he had wet and soiled himself and didn't know why. He was in tears. We both had to fight back the snickers when we looked at each other. We offered to diaper him and send him on his way and he declined, only to return less than an hour later, soaking wet. Cynthia diapered him and sent him home. He called about 4 hours later and had filled his diaper. Cynthia offered to come to him and change him. He opted for a delivery of a few extra diapers instead. Sure enough, right around 24 hours later, he totally regained his continence and no longer needed his diapers! After our first success, we wanted to try this out on someone who wanted to be in diapers and using them as they were intended and waited for Cynthia's little bABy boy to return to her nursery. We'll call him Scott. Scott called and scheduled another appointment for a weekend session and this was a $2000.00 session and Cynthia said, "you help, you get paid too." We setup the equipment and got the stage set for our next experiment on Scott. When Scott arrived Cynthia introduced me as Mommy Lydia. I immediately grabbed Scott's rear and searched for a diaper and found none. I asked him, "why aren't you in a diaper lil boy?" He said, "I'm not incontinent ma'am, I just enjoy playing bABy." Cynthia and I in unison said, "You need to be in diapers this weekend lil boy." We both could tell he was excited by the small wet spot slowly forming in the front of his jeans. He brought a dozen diapers, two enema's and three jars of babyfood with him, with assorted lotions and powders for his bigbABy weekend. Little did he know, we had a surprise for him, he wouldn't soon forget. We told him, "ok babytime for Scotty" and we thought his pants were going to rip open from his excitement. While Cynthia prepared Scott's diapers, I prepared to set our next experiment in motion. As Cynthia concluded his sponge bath and was about to dust him I sprayed the mist into the powder and all of a sudden, his eyes kind of glassed over and Cynthia spoke first. She said, "whenever you hear the phrase, Scotty are you wet?" You will loose bladder control for 15 minutes. Then she said, "whenever you hear the phrase, "Do you smell something?" you will loose complete control of your bladder and bowels for 15 minutes. You will helplessly wet and fill your pants or diapers. Do you understand?" Scott answered, "Yes Ma'am" Cynthia then went to the cabinent and pulled out a few soakers to put into Scott's diaper and finished diapering him up and didn't give him the enema either. We both were so excited to see if it would work!! Cynthia on cue opened her nursing bra and started nursing Scotty. It hit me then, that we could take this even further and make Scott think he was actually getting milk from Cynthia's breast next feeding, by using just a little more of the spray. I told Cynthia my idea and she was excited to try it and when Scott was finished nursing, he looked up and Cynthia and said, "the enema hasn't worked and I haven't felt any cramps ma'am" I signaled Cynthia to hold her breath and I sprayed Scott again. This time we thought long and hard. We both consulted each other. When we say something, there needs to be physical feelings with these cues. I said, "Scotty, when you hear the cue: "do you smell something?"" You will feel cramps and a rolling in your bowels that will signal imminent need for the potty within seconds, you will feel gas build up and your bowels will have no muscle control within 10 seconds of hearing the cue and your bowels will empty into your pants, or diapers helplessly and uncontrolablly, and your bladder will also empty into your pants or diaper." Do you understand?" Yes ma'am, was his response. Cynthia said, "when you hear the cue: "Are you wet Scotty?" You will feel your bladder as full as it's ever been and twitching. You will stand up and do the pee-pee dance and just before you take your first step, within 5 seconds, your bladder will empty helplessly into your pants or diapers." Do you understand?" Yes ma'am was his response again. I said, "Scotty, when you are nursing on any woman's breast, as you suckle, you will feel and taste breast milk. As it fills your tummy and bladder, you will feel comfortable and safe. Once you have stopped breastfeeding, you will feel full and content. Within 30 seconds of stopping, your bladder and bowels will feel as if they need to empty and in less than 5 seconds, you will wet and mess yourself helplessly in your pants or diapers, just like a toddler bABy. I looked at Cynthia and I could tell by her ear-to-ear grin, she approved! We brought Scott out and Cynthia made him start nursing for a few more minutes. When she stopped, he was disappointed that the enema still had not worked and he was getting madder and said, "you're a scam artist and I'm leaving" Just about 35 seconds after that comment, he stopped dead in his tracks and his face turned red and you could see the yellow stain appearing, and it stopped and a bulge started to form in the back of his diaper and as soon as he finished pushing and filling the back, the yellow stain in the front, began to get larger once again. Cynthia and I high fived and just laughed!

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Me grabs an old diaper and start polishing up the armour for our hero~! KEEP up the great writing PLEASE?

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