Fulldiaper

Chapter 3 As I wandered through the house, I noticed that Lydia had spared no expense on remodeling and the solid wood floors and catherdral ceilings in the bedrooms were just so magnificent and ornate. I noticed that the walls and windows were decorated and the finishings were oak, cedar and cherry woods. As I continued checking out the house, I made my way to the kitchen and Lydia didn't notice but I could swear I heard her talking. I listened intently and it seemed as though she was saying how she was going to really make me use my diapers all the weekend, like the bABy she wanted me to be. I said, "Babe, excuse me?" She said, "You startled me; I didn't say anything!" I thought about it, and decided I wouldn't bring up the comments about turning me into a bABy this weekend. I saw a container that said, "Miralax and another that read Benefiber." on the counter by the pot that was just coming to a boil. Her prescription for lasix was right next to it. I went to reach for the container of Miralax and read it and she grabbed it from me and stuck it up in the cabinent and then did the same with the Benefiber container also. She popped the lasix back into her purse, hanging on the kitchen chair. I looked over and said, "what's for supper?" She said, "Spaghetti and meatballs with a very special sauce diaperboy." She then went to the fridge and started pulling out the lettuce and carrots and cabbage and making us both a good sized salad. She grabbed salad bowels and her clear mixing fork and spoon and the grater. She grated the lettuce into fine pieces and did the same to the carrots and cabbage. She put them into the bowls and then grabbed the bacon bits and added a couple of ounces to each salad bowl. Lydia then went to cabinet and opened and took out two Mikasa dinner plates, two salad plates, two desert plates. She placed the setting on the table and I asked, "Can I be of assistance?" She said, "bABy might get hurt, you let mommy do this, you go explore some more." I thought and said, "ok, is there any place off limits?" Quickly she answered, "No" and swatted my wet posterior. I quickly left and started exploring the house some more, when I came to a hallway that ended with a solid oak door. I went to turn the handle and it just spun. I looked for a lock or keyhole and there was none. I went back to the kitchen and asked Lydia for a butter knife, she mumbled and pointed to the drawer. I grabbed a butter knife and made my way back to my discovery. I tried to sticke the knife into the side of the door and unlike most doorframe's I seen where you could slip something through the stripping and gain entrance into the room, this door seal was solid and if I wasn't mistaken, "METAL" I abandoned by quest to gain entrance and continued moving about the house discovering two large well furnished master suites with king-sized bed, with box spring and mattress. In one of them, I noticed what appeared to be an intercom box, right beside the bed with two led's on it. One was yellow and one was like a dark chocolate brown and then there was a toggle switch that was green and red with a black button on top. Both bedrooms had master suite bathrooms with sunken jacuzzi's, bidet, commode and double sinks and a walk-in shower. The bathroom's were tiled with an aqua and royal blue tile combination that was very easy on the eyes. The jacuzzi's were deep and would allow almost full emersion into the pools. The one master bedroom had a huge walk-in closet that was as big as some people's bedrooms. The 20' x 20' closet, had racks, hangers and shoe storage to store over 500 pairs of shoes. I noticed in the one I currently in, that Lydia had her clothes and I started rumaging through her clothing. She quite maticulous and had all her apparel divided; dresses, blouses, pants, and she close to 40 drawers and in one was her panties that were full-cut, another had bikini cut and her Victoria Secret's bra's were in another. Her silk and nylon stockings and garters were in another. She had short-shorts, mini and mid dresses and hot pants from the 70's I would have thought. Then I found a drawer that nearly scared the crap out into my diaper. There was a small personal sized photo album and inside were pictures of young men in various stages of AB/DL dress. Lydia apparently was the photographer and they were her subjects. I would find out how true that statement was to be later. There must have been close to a hundred or more photos. Some of the men were in obviously wet and some obviously wet and messy disposable and cloth diapers. Some with rubber or vinyl pants covering them, but most were there for all the world that see these photos, leaving no doubt that the diapers were used as they were intended. I heard Lydia yell, "dinner bABy, come and get it." I quickly replaced the photo album and tried to make it look as though I hadn't been there snooping. I made my way into the hall, just as Lydia said, "there you are bABy, dinner is served." ...to be continued!

Keep it coming BooBoo. I love it so far. Michael

Chapter 2 I put on my abena X-Plus diaper and went to the fridge and grabbed a cold Molson Gold I had imported from Canada. I popped off the bottle lid and started to drink, when it hit me. I could probably down more than two and maybe be wet by the time she got here, but I decided to obey her wishes and only drink the two. I was polishing off my first beer when I heard the doorman announce my beloved mommy was pulling into the parking garage in her miata. I waddled back to the fridge and grabbed my second Molson and popped the top and took a big swallow and got brain freeze, since my sub-zero keeps it just above 36 degrees which according to the brewery is the right temperature to keep it. I was just taking my second big drink, when I heard the intercom with her angelic voice. Mommies here bABy. I wadded to the door and polished off the final drink in the bottle before opening the door and getting a big hug and kiss, and a unexpected grope to my diaper. I thought I heard her say, "just the way I want you!" I said, "What?" She said, "hi bABy, how are you?" I looked at her and said, "what did you say before that?" She said, "nothing at all, why?" I blew it off and she grabbed my hand, while reaching for the empty bottle of beer and setting it down on the table by the door. I said, "don't I need to get a coat?" She said, "I'll keep you warm hon." We exited my apartment and set the alarm code and we took the elevator right to the parking garage. I was glad we didn't go through the lobby as the abena was making me have a distinct waddle. Lydia surprised me when she opened my door and fastened me in with the seatbelt and then stuck a pacifier in my mouth and said, "don't you dare remove it or drop it!" I just nodded and accepted it. As she opened the drivers door, I got a strong wiff of her intoxicating perfume and noticed her tan firm legs in the stilleto's she was wearing. Her long legs were incased in silk stockings with lace garters and she had on her Victoria's Secret panties. Her short A-Frame dress barely covered her soft, yet firm, round ass that I just loved grabbing an handful of. She scootched up her dress to get in and I got a very nice shot of her firm tanned inner thigh and she gently slapped me and said, "naughty bABy, looking at mommy that way." and then laughed. She buckled her seatbelt and put the key into the ignition. The little sports car roared to life as she pressed on the accelerator and pushed in the clutch. I noticed her calves flex and tighten as she pressed in the clutch, meaning that she was working that leg driving and shifting gears. Lydia took great pride in her body and she knew men drooled over her, but she didn't like the big, tall aggressive type of men she dealt with everyday she had told me. She was looking for a more submissve man, that she could release her maternal love upson. I happened to be that man! I mumbled through the pacifier can we put the top up please? She said, "it's a beautiful day and we're going to driving out to the country bABy, I bought a new home and you and I are going there for the weekend." I mumbled ok mommy through the pacifier. Then I could have sworn I heard her say, "those diapers you're wearing should be quite wet by the time we get there." but her lips never moved as I was looking right at her. As we drove through downtown rush hour traffic we passed many a car and truck and a few motorcycles. When we stopped at intersections, I could swear I heard comments coming from the other vehicles. Some women I thought were saying, "Oh how cute." and others were totally and completely disgusted and making comments like, "yeah all men are just bigbABy's and that one is in his rightful place. Look her, she's got him totally submissive and even sucking on a binkie." On the other hand, some women just oogled at me and I could have sworn I heard, "I wish my man was that submissive. I'd have him in diapers so quick it would make his underwear disintegrate and I wouldn't have to wash them and see those nasty streaks and stains." One woman I thought she said, "I know him!", but I didn't recognize her, but apparently she did me. As we got across the bridge and traffic thinned out a little more, I was able to relax and then it hit me, I had to pee really bad. I looked at Lydia and she said, "you're wearing your potty bABy." but again, her lips didn't move, so I relaxed and soaked my abena x-plus with at least one of the beers I had drank not more than about half an hour ago and I knew that the other beer wasn't far behind. I guess Lydia could tell my facial expression what I did, she reached over and patted the front of my dockers and the diaper underneath and said, "all warm and comfy dear?" I just nodded and turned to watch the scenery. I must have dozed off for awhile because when I woke up it was nearly dark and we were on this country road and I had no idea where I was. I looked over at Lydia and she said, "well, hello sleepy bABy. Someone was really tired." I pulled the pacifer out and she said, "ah ah, that stays in till mommy takes it out bABy." I tried to talk around the pacifier and I sounded like a two year old, so I resigned myself to wait and find out where we had driven to. We turned down a long gravel country road and drove for about twenty minutes and turned into a dirt driveway and there was a beautiful three story farm house, with a three car separate garage and a porch that was wrapped around the entire house and a swing and it was all enclosed in a screened in area. Bambo ceiling fans adorned the porch to move the air. There was wicker furniture chairs and a small love seat on the front of the porch. The lawn was well maintained and green. There was a few bushes close to the house and a large maple tree for shade from the evening sun. As we pulled in, she pressed the garage door opener and the door came to life and opened. Inside I was two empty bays and a huge toolbox and a power tool wet dream. All kinds of Craftsman powertools and a very nice workbench. Then my concentration was broken by the door closing and Lydia saying, "let's go see our, I mean my new house bABy." Was that a slip or did she just say, "OUR" She stuck the key into the door lock and turned the key and then turned the knob to open the door. When she opened the door, my senses were assaulted with a plethera of smells, all of which belonged in a nursery. I smelled babypowder very strongly, but the house was very nicely decorated. As we entered the house, there was a solid oak hat tree she placed her wrap on and scarf. There was solid or laminate oak flooring and I noticed an ornate bannister leading up the staircase to the second floor. On the walls were various pictures and decorations. There was a small hallway and what appeared to be doors to other rooms. Off to my right was a very nice dinningroom and a table to seat sixteen. Overhead was a crystal chandelier and candle lamps that were the lights. Further past the dinningroom was the kitchen. Now I got to thinking, this was an old farmhouse, but there wasn't anything old about the house, everything appeared to be new or pristine condition. Then Lydia broke my train of thought and said, "what do you think bABy?" I started to mumble around the pacifier, when she reached over and removed it. I said, "it's beautiful, did you buy it this way?" She said, "no it's been being remodeled for the past eight months. It will be my home away from the city." Then as I turned to look more at the house, I could have sworn I heard her say, "wait to you see the nursery bABy." I snapped back and said, "what?" She said, "I didn't say anything." The she said, "well I need to get into the kitchen and start cooking or dinner will be really late. Feel free to wander around the house." I said, "Ok." She just stay out of the basement, it's still being remodeled bABy." I said, "Ok." but wondered what was going on in the basement as men are curious. Then as she was walking off, I could have swore again she said, "I'm going to make sure you really use your diapers tonight bABy." I still hadn't connected two and two, but this and the truck driver started me thinking, but I still didn't know what was happening. ... to be continued

Chapter 2 Just when I thought it couldn't get worse; in walked three of the most beautiful women in tight latex fullcut dresses that clung to their bodies and hugged every curve and boy did they have curves. I didn't know it, but this was to be my second lesson from my new captors. As the inside of my diaper stirred, the women almost in unison said, "yep, he's ready for phase two girls!" Now I had no idea what phase two was, but if it involved these women, I thought, "TAKE ME AWAY!", and so I was being wheeled out of the first treatment room and back into the hall. I was just about to make a statement about their beauty when the short blonde with huge breasts pressed a pacifier to my lips and then secured it with a strap behind my head. It was then I noticed that it had hole in it and she was attaching a clear tube that lead to another bag of fluid. Then within seconds, a clear green liquid started filling my mouth. Almost instantly I was alert, awake and aroused. My diaper was tenting and it was almost painful. Then two of the what I could only guess by their outfits as nurses started rubbing the front of my diaper very methodically. I was just about to climax when they stopped as abruptly as they had started and said, "not yet bABy, but soon." As they wheeled me down the long cooridor, I noticed that the lights were getting a bit dimmer on top and soon began to see a pattern of lines and swirls on the ceiling and the blonde bombshell, said, "that's right bABy, look at the lines and swirls." I couldn't help it, they were like mesmerizing and I really couldn't see much of anything else. Suddenly, we turned a corner and there was another amazon woman. This one had a similar tight white, either leather or latex dress that hugged her every curve and accentuated them quite nicely. She met the other three and as the were talking, I noticed that all the women had firm and tight glutes and mamary's. All of their bodies were tonned and well defined. Two were brunnets and one was a black haired beauty with deep dark eyes that penetrated the soul when when she looked at me. The last was the short bombshell. She was wearing about 4" heels and her calves and thighs were firm, not bulky like a bodybuilder, but shapely and sensually sexy. All four women looked and me and smiled as their glances moved down to my tenting diaper. All of the women were wearing similar outfits, except the new one had on an all white with a black stripe down on the side. The women made their way back over around and all of them placed their hands on the front of my diaper and I thought I was going to explode. As I climaxed I heard one of them say, "he'll do nicely for the new proto type trainer!" I couldn't think about anything but the orgasm that wracked my body and kept spewing semen into my diaper. I was totally and completely exhausted and I guess I passed out. When I awoke, the three that wheeled me were nowhere to be found, and the amazon with the tight white and black stripe said, "goodmorning bABy." I had no idea of how long I was out or how many hours or days I had been a captive now. My time was measured by awake and sleep, eating or suckling in the first phase. Now I was awake and this amazon had me in room on what appeared to be an operating room. She came over to me and had a syringe in hand and said, "I'm going to give you a local and then I'm going to put a small implant into your rectum and penis bABy. This way it won't hurt." All I heard was, "HURT" I tried to talk but I still had the pacifer gag in my mouth and noticed now the fluid was a more blueish color and flowing into my mouth and I had apparently developed a reflexive sucking and swallowing. My amazon captor removed my diaper and I was laying naked as a jaybird on the table and I couldn't move a muscle, despite I had nothing restraining me! She said, "You're going to feel a small prick and hopefully nothing more twice bABy; Ready?" I started to nod, but my body wasn't listening to me and sure enough to her word, I felt a small sting and another one in my butt. Then I felt like she was manhandling me. I don't know how much time had lapsed, but I know that she replaced the IV bag nearly four times before she was completely done. She then slipped a sleeve onto my penis and I felt pressure on butt. She came around to where I could see her and she said, "I've placed two sensors in your body bABy. One is to detect the presence of urine output and the other fecal output. She said, "Now the purpose of these sensors is to turn on the sleeve that I placed around your penis and testicles bABy. When you pee pee or poo poo in your diaper now, you're going to be treated to an orgasm. If you pee pee and poo poo in your diaper, you're going to be treated to two." This is called Pavlov conditioning bABy. We want you to enjoy using your diapers. We want to totally and completely make you 100% dependent on your diapers bABy. Do you understand?" I tried to shake my head NO NO NO, but my body betrayed yet again. She then said, "if this isn't what you want, just tell me?" Then pressed a button and I felt my penis start to come to life. She said, "this is a FREEBIE bABy." She took a small vile of yellow stuff and poured onto the sensor in my penis, then lifted my legs and smeared something on my butt. I could feel a buzz, then a constant and steady building deep down in my penis and it kept building and the sheath on my penis got snug and tight and then started vibrating back and forth and up and down and I was thinking, I'm going to be milked here. All of a sudden there was stimulation inside my rectum and I was hoping it would never end and it kept building and my body started to react and my muscles started to tense in my feet, and then my calves, and my thighs and I felt my back arch and my arms stiffen and press into the table and my penis stretched toward the ceiling and I could feel every ounce of my being was being pulled and jerked into the base of my penis and I screamed outloud and shot load after load of hot cum all over me, the table, the floor and my amazon captor. The pulsating in my groin subsided only after I counted close to a hundred pulses. She smiled and gently began to clean me up. I tried to talk but nothing came out but mumble. She said, "you rest bABy, you've really worn yourself out."

What Women Want by Fulldiaper Michael Copyright 2008. All rights reserved. An idea I came up with after watching the movie. It was a cold and rainy day and of all things my mercede's had broke down and now I was waiting for a tow truck. I noticed a peculiar storm coming in from the East of all thing. Usually they came in from the West. This storm didn't look as much dangerous as it look intriguing. I got out of the drivers seat and was mesmerized by the cloud formations and just kept walking toward the storm. A little background about me. I'm a consultant for Fortune 500 and 1000 companies on Internet security and computer data center configurations. Some of my clients include but are not limited to hospitals, government agencies and larger corporations around the globe. I'm also a lifelong infantilist. What's an infantilist? Well, you probably wouldn't believe me it I told you, so here goes; I enjoy wearing, and umm, using diapers, like a baby and being cared for in the manner a mother would her infant child. Now before you go blowing your stack and hollaring pedophile; it has absolutely NOTHING to do with children. This is a fetish between consenting adults and for sexual and sensual pleasure of both parties. Oh and there are women that aren't mommies, but also AB/DL's, that enjoy a mommy or daddy sometimes too. I've been wearing diapers, since I was nine years old, on a dare from a babysitter, that I happily and I'm glad I lost as the years have gone by. Anyway back to my predictament. As I was walking toward the storm, the storm seemed to be moving toward me also. I got to wondering if maybe I hadn't be just a tad bit too hasty and made my way back towards my car, but it seemed the more I walked the further I seemed to be away from it. I could see the tow truck in the distance and it was as if I was in a tunnel and seeing it out the end of a long dark tunnel. All of a sudden I was shocked back to reality as I felt the hair on my arms and other parts of my body. I remember my emergency training and they said, "if you feel a tingle in your body like electricity, get down on all fours as you are going to be hit by lightening." I thought, this is a thousand dollar suit and thought, it's not worth my life and I dropped just as a bolt of lightening came out of nowhere and I was engulfed in heat and electrical energy. When I woke up, my car was gone and I was stranded. My suit was soaked to the bone and so was I. I attempted to stop the first vehicle to get a ride back into town and hopefully my care. I flagged down a trucker and when I got in, it was a large beautiful woman driver. She said, "where you headin toots?" I said, "back into town ma'am!" Then I could have swore I heard her say, "he's a submissive one." I said, "excuse me?" She said, "I said, where you headin toots?" I said, "the other thing?" She said, "I didn't say anything." Then as we're riding along I was dripping in her truck and thought my God, this is really embarassing. She said, "Did you have an accident?" I said, "my car broke down and I think I got hit by lightening and when I woke up, my car wasn't there and I'm hoofing it back into town." She said, "glad I could be of assistance." As we approached town I accidentally let some loud gas pass. I immediately said, "excuse ME Ma'am." I could have swore I heard her say, "he really needs some help.", but I was watching you the whole time and your lips never moved. I reached into my suit jacket and pulled out my cell phone and it was dead from the electrical or water I didn't know which. I asked the driver, "do you have a cellphone I can borrow to make a call Ma'am?" She said, "back in the bunk there's one there. As I got up dripping wet, she said, "there's a towel back there too, why don't you take off those wet clothes and dry off a little?" I thought about it and said, "what the heck, she's driving." I didn't know she had a cam in the bunk, but I was about to find out! I pulled off my jacket and shirt, then my tee-shirt and unbuckled my pants and pulled them down exposing my tighty whiteys. Unfortunately they were stained and quite visible from behind. All of a sudden I thought I heard her say, "God are all men just bigbabies?" I abruptly said, "excuse me?" She said, "I didn't say anything." Then I pulled off my underwear and I know she said, "cute ass!" I tried to ignore it, but I thought about and said, "how in the hell does she know I have a cute ass?" I turned around and saw a small camera and the led light was flashing, to let the person on cam, know it's on. I grabbed her towel and my clothes and made my way back to the passenger seat. I said, "YOU COULD HAVE TOLD ME I WAS ON CAM." She said, "no harm, it's only in the truck, not like you were out on the Internet or something." I told her this is my exit and she used her jake brake to slow down and as I was getting out of the truck, I said, "where do I send the towel?" She said, "keep it as partial payment for the floor show." I blushed and said, "thank you for everything." She said, "my pleasure toots, my pleasure indeed." I knew that I could get back home now, but I would have to walk down about fourteen blocks past all the windows with secretaries working and put up with catcalls and probably more. So I put on my best game face and started walking. Less than a block off the exit I passed in front of a window with about 20 women working and I could swear I heard them talking to me, catcalling me and everything but the glass was smoked and I could barely see in. I continued my embarassing journey the other blocks and entered my apartment building and the African American woman that was at the door, I could have sworn she said, "now that's a fine white boy there, fine indeed." I got on the elevator and then punched in my floor. I wasn't in the penthouse, but I was working towards it. I got two floors from the top. I had half of the building and was only paying about $7500.00 a month for nearly 15,000 square feet of living space. I brought women home, but not to have sex with them. It was to have them baby me and a lot of the women I dated were on the dominant side and enjoyed embarassing and humilating a man. One inparticular was a 6' 2" 44DD brunett name Lydia. She had her own business and was also quite successful. She manufactured and sold women's handbags and accessories she designed and sold through her chain of exclusive retail stores. She also did quite a lot of export to Europe and now was opening a market in China and South America. There were a few times where before she would rediaper, since I was in an excited state, she would mount from the female superior position and fuck my brains out, as she put it. She had such tight and controlled vaginal muscles that she litterally squeezed and milked me dry so the diaper would go on. The problem she had, was when I climaxed, I didn't go soft right away, so she would sometime also put some lotion on me and jerk me off to the point it was getting painful, which would cause me to soft. Then she could easily put the diaper on. Her favorite scenario was me tied spead eagle on the bed. She would blindfold me and then would come whisper in my ear what she was about to do. I could smell the perfume she was wearing. Usually White Shoulders or Joy, it engulfed my smelling senses and she would whisper, "you know you've been a bad boy bABy?" I of course was unable to respond as she usually had either a pacifier or some other type of effective gag in place to mute me. Then she would say, "if you can't act and perform like a man, then I guess you're just a little baby?" This was because when she jerked me off, just before I would climax, she would pull my underwear or diaper up and make me spew into the diaper, like I had an accident. Then she would hold up my underwear, which usually were streaked with, "I called it sweat." She said, "you didn't wipe properly, or aren't you potty trained?" As she continued to whisper, my pants would start to tent and she would know she was pushing all the right buttons. This little ritual was happening now about twice to three times a month. I was thinking maybe I wanted something more. Maybe be adopted or totlinked and then work would get in the way, hers or mine. Tonight was our fourth rendevous this month and she had asked me if she could cook a nice dinner at her place and we could just sit around and cuddle and talk. I knew this was code for she's thinking about wanting more too. I called her when I got into the apartment and said, "hey babe, I can't get over there, my car broke down and is in the shop." She volunteered to come and get me, so I accepted. She said, "I'll come get you under one and one condition bABy?" I was like "NAME IT MA'AM." She knew that now I was in a submissive mode and could ask me to do just about anything. She said, "only if you put on a diaper for mommy and you drink at least two beers, before I get there?" I thought for a second and said, "it's a deal mommy!" ...to be continued

School for Wayward Adults by Fulldiaper Michael Copyright 2008 All rights reserved This story is purely fictional and and any relationship to any persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Chapter 1 I knew I was in trouble, my wife had told me the next time she caught me in diapers, I would be really really sorry. Well, she was supposed to be gone for two weeks and I saw this as an opportunity to get my fix of diapers, without involving her. "BAD IDEA" She came home and caught me locked into my locking plastic pants and I had taken a fleet enema just a few minutes before she came home. I made the mistake of leaving the key and some AB/DL magazines in the livingroom as I prepared myself for a week of diapers. I had just clicked the lock, when I heard her voice, "PERFECT, Just fu**ing perfect." I spun around to look for the keys and she said, "looking for these?" She closed the bathroom door and left me standing there. I heard the door lock from the other side and knew I was in really big trouble. I listened faintly and could hear her wandering from room to room. By the time she returned I was pressured not to fill my clean diaper and plastic pants. She opened the door and had what appeared to be a leash and collar. She grabbed my hand and arm and spun me around and attached this apparatus to my body and it fastened in the back, where I couldn't reach it. She then attached the leash and pulled my hands to my side and attached cuffs to each arm, rending me totally and completely helpless, other than to walk. She grabbed the leash and said, "come on bABy." and started pulling me toward the front door of the house. I panicked and tried to pull away, but the strain had a side affect, I filled my diaper with a hot steamy enema and it felt like a ton of poopie. Now any other time, I would have relished this feeling, but right now all I wanted to do was not go throught the front door dressed and smelling like this. She reaffirmed her grip and pulled me out the door and swatted my now full diaper and said, "good bABy, just what you should DOO." and laughed as she opened the sliding door on the side of the van. She shoved me into the seat and reached around and buckled me in, so I couldn't get out if I wanted to. She started the van and then went back into the house and returned with a HUGE quart sized babybottle will of some liquid that appeared to be chocolate milk and shoved it in my mouth and said, "Drink!" I knew better than to argue with her, and started sucking the contents down. She propped the bottle up, so that it was up high and the contents just kept emptying into my mouth. As the bottle was about half empty I started getting really drowsy and could hardly keep my eyelids open. I saw my wife look in the rearview mirror and by now I was becoming disoriented and finally sleep over took me and I passed out, with about a quarter of the bottle left. I don't know how much time passed, but I did know that I was now also wet along with messy and hadn't remembered wetting or waking up. I was startled awake and it was dark outside and when we left it was about mid-afternoon when we started. I remember looking at the clock in the kitchen before going into the bathroom. I didn't have my watch on to see what time it was and the clock on the van she had been bugging me to change since we replaced the battery about three months ago and we had gone on daylight savings too. So, I didn't know if it has just turned dark or we had been driving for over 12 or more hours. I also realized that I had to poop again and I know that the enema I took would be still working. I figured she spiked that bottle with something, but had no idea what. We pulled into this estate driveway and a guard came to the driver window. It was a woman, well built and quite muscular and she took some information from my wife and she went back into the guard shack and I couldn't see what she did, but she returned and then let the van past these huge iron gates and onto a very long and well maintained driveway. We drove another fifteen minutes and finally I could see what appeared to be the estate house and man was it huge. My wife got out and told me to mind my manners and stay in the van. Someone would be along to fetch me shortly. I was getting really pissed. This was going way to far. I went to speak up and it felt like my tounge was about five times it's normal size and all that came out was. uth stopth thith ritth nowth. She said, "It's only begining." As my wife dissapeared into the estate I started to panick and look for a way to get loose, but my wife had been very thorough and I was trapped in the seat, restrainded and my hands were useless to even undo the seatbelt that held me in the van. Even if I did get out, it had to be close to five or more miles back to the gatehouse and how would I scale the huge 30' wall. I resigned myself to whatever fate my wife had planned. About that time, I saw four or five women coming out the front door, but my wife was not with them. I heard the familar click of the van door unlocking. They apparently had gotten the keys from my wife. Now in a matter of moments these five women surrounded the van door and I felt a plethera of their soft but firm hands started applying something soft, but very restraining on my arms, legs, hands and even my ankles. When they pulled me from the van, they plopped me into what appeared to be a huge adult baby carriage and proceeded back into the mannor. I went to speak and found a pacifier gag put into place before I got two words out. I then felt a cool liquid flowing into my mouth and I was forced to swallow. As we entered the well lit estate house, I noticed the catherdral ceilings and ornate designs on the wall. Then I was wisked into a small elevator, just large enough for the six of us and the carriage. We started a downward descent and kept going for what seem like minutes and finally the elevator stopped and there was an antiseptic white hallway and really bright lights on the ceiling. So bright I had to close my eyes or squint to keep from being temporarily blinded. They wheeled past quite a few doors where I could hear muffled sounds, but nothing distinct. We entered this room and there was absolutely nothing in it but a huge OB/GYN table and an IV pole. I was rolled over to the table and all five women picked me up and placed me on the table as I lost control of my bowels into my diaper for a second time. They didn't even break strided at that, but all smiled and looked straight at me as I performed my infantile doody. They all left and I heard a loud CLICK and I figured that I was locked in the room. I couldn't have got up to check if I had wanted to. I waited and waited and waited and still waited more. It seemed like hours, but I'm sure it probably was only minutes. I had yet to have any dialog with any adult since my wife had bAByknapped me. This amazon woman came in and pushed a panel in the wall and I noticed all kinds of medical equipment and instruments. She walked over to where I was laying and reached down with her mamouth hand and squeezed my diaper and locking plastic pants, shifting the contents of my diaper up my back and toward my balls and penis. She seemed to be massaging it. She did this for about three to four minutes and never uttered a word. I tried to speak but with the gag in all I did was drool and unintelligible sounds that she just smiled at. I noticed the IV pole is where my gag terminiated and there was a thick pasty white creamy liquid in a 2 liter bag that was flowing into my mouth and finally resting in my stomach. It was bland tasting, but I was feeling quite full and the bag wasn't even half empty. She reached over with a syringe in hand and injected a yellowish fluid into my feeder gag line. Within a matter of seconds of injesting the liquid, I could feel my bladder filling and I had a dyer need to empty my bladder and it just kept getting worse by the second. Within about 60 seconds I couldn't hold it any longer and the hot warm urine invaded my already wet and full diaper. My captor went to a small area and pressed a panel on the wall and I saw a small LCD computer screen and keyboard. She was typing something in the computer and then she returned with a second syringe and injected it in my feeder gag. I knew this couldn't be good, and I was right. Within a matter of minutes I started feeling DEEP cramps in my upper bowels that traveled down into my lower bowels within less than an hour. I could feel the tide rising and there wasn't a damned thing I could do to stop it. I felt my body start to spasm and cramp after cramp wracked my body and within about 45-50 minutes, it felt like my whole body was pushing all the contents of my bowels into my now saturated and filled diaper. Then my captor said, "you may wonder how we do this?" Then she proceeded to tell me, the first injection is a very potent and strong diuretic to make you bladder fill and empty quite rapidly and helplessly. The other is a bowel purgative that evacuates the bowels from the stomach to the anus helplessly. You did poorly by the way, which means that your stay here will probably be much shorter than most men. Most men can hold out for nearly two or three hours before filling thier first diaper bABy. I could feel I was on the verge of tears, but I still had no idea where I was or how long I was going to be here! I hadn't seen my wife since she left me sitting in the van and I was wisked off to my current situation. My captor said, "you probably have so many questions bABy, but they'll all be answered for you, in our time, not yours. If you relax, we can make this quite enjoyable. However if you fight us, we can make this a LIFELONG NIGHTMARE bABy!!" I couldn't contain myself anymore and burst into tears. My captor took me in her arms and pulled me tightly to her breasts and said, "there there, it's ok, all men are just big bABy's and you need a mommy, don't you?" I wanted to scream no, but I felt my head bobbing up and down on her soft ample and quite firm and full breasts. Then she surprized me and pulled the feeder gag out, but not before admonishing me no talking yet. She then release her blouse and bra and pulled my mouth to her round brown areola and pushed me head in a gesture to nurse. I started suckling and tasted sweet nectar of breast milk. I slowly stopped crying and composed myself and continued my suckling and drained her breast on one side and she gently shifted me to the other breast and after nearly an hour of feeding I could feel my stomach full of her sweet nectar. Then to my horor, I could feel my bowels moving into my overflowing diaper. She said, "just like a bABy, eat and mess. Good bABy." Then she gently took a key, it was the key to my locking pants and proceeded to unlock and change my diaper. She lovingly removed the messy diaper, as if it was nothing more than taking out the trash or cooking, but she wiped me gently and lovingly and cleaned me up and then applied some thick white paste to my bottom and front. I thought she was going to diaper me, but she left me lying there for a long time and then she pressed a button on the wall and I saw a head of a shower drop from the ceiling on a long stainless steel hose and she grabbed and a warm and gentle spay doused my entire body. It was then I could see all my pubic hair and body hair were washing right off me. I was as bare as a newborn bABy. Then she applied another white cream and it tingled. She then reached under inside a door on the table and pulled out what appeared to be a thick white disposable diaper and then pressed a button on the side of the table and I felt my legs being elevated upwards. Just then another button on the table was pushed and up popped an assortment of powders, sprays, lotions and creams used on babies or adult bABy's. She applied diaper rash cream, babypowder and a fine mist of something else and pulled the diaper snug and taped it on. Then she reached over and grabbed another syringe and this one went into my hip and stung a little. She then undid all my restraints and I thought I'm going to make a break for it now. I went to sit up and sortof slid to the floor in a puddle. I could barely scoot, let alone get up and run past this amazon woman. She turned and said, "ah ah, no you can't walk yet, you're just a newborn bABy." It was then I realized that my legs were pretty much useless to me as an escape mechanism ...to be continued

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Chapter 9 Mass Marketing The newest model of the Poopmaker 6000 would be shipping in just a few days and women around world would be able to finally keep their men where they should be, in thick soft absorbent diapers. Lydia, now had an army of women ready to reduce men to their true and complete status. Women around the world were ordering the remotes, just to go into a crowded bar or sports event and press the release button and watch the paniced looks on the men's faces with the implants and weren't wearing their diapers like mommy or daddy had instructed them. So many would make their way to the little boys room and attempt a cleanup, with the paper towels and toilet paper, only to become disgusted and leave the bar or event to go home and report to mommy or daddy for their diapers. Men everywhere when they went to a female doctor, dentist, counselor, lawyer or whatever profession were being implanted with the nearly invisible implant now that would render completely incontinent of bowel control and would require them to be diapered 24/7, or risk having a very messy accident in their pants. Some women would press the release button and then shut it down, making their men only severely stain their underwear, so at laundry time, they could draw attention to it and slowly reduce their man back to total and complete diaper dependency. Lydia's company also had come out with a full regemine of male vitiman supplements that when taken, while they were diapered, would induce full urinary incontinence within less than six months and mommy and daddies little darlings would be forced to waddle around in diapers, or risk wet and messy accidents. The scientist that Lydia employed were mostly female, but the male scientist were they're own worst test subjects and most of them were diapered and taken care of by their female counter parts. Lydia knew that if she could get all the men of the world in diapers, that women probably could straighten out the world problems in a few short years, while the men toddled around in their wet and messy diapers watched over by the women in their lives. Lydia was waiting for the equivilant of the Poopmaker 6000 for the male penis and when women were having sex with their men, they could slip this nearly painless and invisible device in the errect penis and as the penis shrank and ejected the last of the semen, the new implant would receed also into the penis and the chemical's in it would numb the penile sphincter and deaden those nerves that alert the man that he has to pee, as well as deaden the muscles that kept the urine in the bladder. Men everywhere would need to be bagged or diapered. This brought a smile to Lydia's face as she thought about all the toddlers she would be creating. Her plan was nearly flawless. The only glitch could be some woman that believed the sob story that men didn't need to be controlled and ruled by the more intelligent female gender. Women everywhere were embracing this new technology that gave them complete and utter control over their men at a most basic level. Men were behaving and coming home from work. Bars and sporting events were going to be a thing of the past if Lydia had anything to do with it. Men would be the docile bABy's they should be, just contently wetting and messing in their diapers like all men do in their underpants anyway. Lydia didn't hate men, but knew that they really needed to be knocked down a peg or two. She knew that it would nearly impossible for a man to cheat on his woman, unless another woman wanted to change his wet smelly diapers before she was able to have sex with him. She also knew that most men were very unclean compared to all women. They didn't wipe themselves very well and used their underwear as a makeshift diaper. Well, she would shift them into real diapers and they could stain them or poop in them like the bABies there were meant to be. Most men didn't clean themselves when they wet, and dripped into the front of their underwear she would make them drip permanently into their diapers, and really show them what bABies they really were. She also knew that fights and machoness would go away very quickly. She knew not many men could be macho around a woman, when she knew he was heavily and thickly diapered and probably in need of a change. The days of men using women were slowing coming to an end. Most men didn't consider a woman's needs when he was having sex with her. He thought his penis was something she should be proud of. All she wanted was some serious cuddling, intimacy and mutual pleasuring. It wasn't about the orgasm or penetration, as much as the tenderness and loving touches that he never gave her. Also, they never asked the woman what she wanted, so now she wouldn't have to worry about him forgetting her needs and meeting his own selfish needs and leaving her to be frustrated all the time. This brought an ear-to-ear smile to Lydia. She thought, "I Wonder!!!"

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Chapter 8 New Revalations Linda said, "I wonder why it appears to me that you are obviously diapered, that's all." All of sudden it clicked to me, I didn't used to wear diapers with Linda, but I blurted out, "I'm a bigbABy, aren't all men?" About that time Priscilla walked into the room and started doing damage control and asked me to go take care of some customers in the showroom. She introduced herself to Linda and then excused herself to call Lydia. Lydia, told Priscilla, to keep Linda there, "I'm sure we can make a convert out of her, don't you?" Priscilla went back to talking to Linda and I was helping some young nurses with computer questionss. You ask how I know their nurses; well the scrubs they were wearing and the stethoscope they each had in their pockets were a pretty good give-a-way. I introduced myself to the ladies and then said, "what are you ladies looking to do with your computers?" They giggled and said, "well, final RN classes online and some eMail to friends and family mostly." I said, "well I have some refurbished Pentium 4 2.8 gig Processors with anywhere from about 256 megabytes of RAM and 40 gigabyte hard disk drives with Windows XP Professional, Service Pack 2 for around $300.00. All you need is monitor and keyboard and mouse and you're all set ladies. Probably everything for a little less than $400.00 if you get a CRT monitor and not an LCD." Both almost in unison said, "no we want the LCD, how much with that?" I said, "well LCD's in the 15" range start about 150.00 to $200.00 and 17" are less than $250.00 and 19" run closer to the $300.00 range." They looked at each other and said, "Probably a 17" LCD would do them each." I said, "excuse me I'll go check inventory and make sure I have 2 17" LCD monitors." and walked back to where the inventory was and Priscilla and Linda. When I got to the door I heard three women's voices and I knew Linda's and Priscilla's but third I didn't recognize. Then I heard a very familar voice, it was Aunt Lydia. She was talking very soft and methodically and it seemed she was talking to Linda, but I couldn't be sure. I burst through the door and went back to where my inventory was located and said, "excuse me ladies. I need to check inventory." and proceeded to check and sure enough I had the two 17" LCD monitors and grabbed them and proceeded back toward the front of the store where the two young nurses were. I got back up front and both young ladies giggled as I reentered the showroom. I looked them straight into the eye and said, "what is so funny ladies?" They both pointed to the inside of my crotch and I then noticed that I had apparently leaked and I blushed. I said, "thank you for showing me ladies, I'll be right back." I knew mommy, I mean Prisilla kept a change of clothes for me in the apartment behind the shop that we sometimes stayed in, when it got too late for me to drive home or her. I made my way back to the office and the apartment and mommy, I mean Priscilla saw my predictament and said, "up on the changing table bABy boy." I hopped up on the changing table in front of all these women like it was as natural as wetting and messing my diapers. She expertly peeled off my jeans and rubber pants. Then she pulled the diaper off and started wiping me off and cleaning my genitalia area, she lifted my legs above my head and cleaned and applied more diaper rash ointment and cream on my buttocks and crease of my buttocks. When she lowered my legs, she had another problem now. My errection would definitely prevent any diaper from going on correctly. Lydia then said, "see Linda, he's just like any other man, just a bigbABy." About that time Priscilla had the diaper under me and my errection, she squeezed an ample amount of baby lotion into her hand and rubbed it gently between her hands to warm it and then reached down with both hands and applied it to my errection and gently massaged it in an up and down motion. Then she firmly took a hold of my errection and continued to pump it up and down, until I could feel my scrotum and testicles retract and I started pumping, hot warm semen all over my tummy and mommy's, I mean Priscilla's hand. She stroked me a few more times and milked from the lower side of my scrotum and then she said, "Now the diaper will fix nice and snug." All the ladies just kind of laughed, including the two newest attendee's. The two nurses from the showroom had now made their way to the back office, since I had been absent for so long. Both nurses handed Prisilla their money and said, "bAByboy, you let mommy take care of you and we'll get out of your hair." Linda and Lydia were talking and I couldn't make out the conversation, it was almost as if they were speaking in a foreign language. Lydia said to Linda, "whenever he's on the changing table in front of more than two women, then his brain only processes what a two year old can. He has the speech and capacity of that of real infant. This way, he never knows he's the topic of our conversations" Linda said, "My God Lydia, you have a goldmine for all the women who believe that their man is nothing more than an overgrown bABy." Lydia said, "I wonder." Then Lydia said, "watch this, he has the control of a toddler. Priscilla, please close his diaper and we'll demonstrate for Linda." Priscilla closed my diaper and as soon as she did, I could feel a soft warm feeling in my clean diaper and I don't know why, but I started to cry and mommy held me and said, "It's ok bABy, that's what bABy's doo in their diapers honey. And, you're nothing but a bigbABy honey." Lydia said, "he has an implant in his rectum that any woman with this remote can induce total fecal incontinence, anytime she desires." Her man says, "I'm going out with the guys and we're going to the bar." She says, "I Wonder if he'll go with a load in his jockey's or not." She presses the button, just as he climbs into the Beemer, then watches the expression on his face. As he gingerly get's out of the Beemer and tries to secretly make his way to the bathroom for a discrete cleanup, but mommy will have none of that, she's going to get him into some thick soft, absorbent new Underwear called: "DIAPERS"

Chapter 7 Back at the Office It took nearly five hours to complete the restoration and recovery of the files that were backed up to the external drive. I presented my bill to Aunt Lydia and she wrote me a check for the full amount. I packed up my software and hardware and headed back to the office. As I arrived at the office, I took the check and stamped it for deposit into my business bank account. I took the paperwork from the jobsite and filed it in the filing cabinet. I then placed the check in the bank deposit bag for Priscilla to deposit when she came into the office the following day. You see beside's being my fiance' she's also my secretary and office clerk. I went back to my apartment and crashed and burned in the apartment. I was awakened to Priscilla telling that I leaked again into my rubber pants and peeeu, I filled my diaper while I was sleeping. I grogily rolled over where Priscilla could change my diaper and since it was the weekend and Prill, that's my mommy name for her said, "why don't you just babyout today honey?" I thought I needed some down time and mommy would take care of me. So I said, "ok mommy." which was code for I'm the bABy. Mommy left the room and came back in a few minutes later with my thick cloth weekend diapers. She undid my overnight diapering and proceeded to change me and clean me up. While she was cleaning me up, my little hermy, became herman. She said, "Now how am I supposed to get your diaper on with that in the way bABy?" I just smiled and so did mommy. She hiked up her skirt and pulled down her silk Victoria Secret panties and slowly mounted me from the female superior position. As she pushed herself down, I could feel my orgasm begining to build. She slowly and methodically pumped up and down. Then she leaned forward and released her soft supple breast from it's "D Cup" bra and gently slipped it into my mouth as she continued to bABy fuck me as she called it. I tasted sweet mommy's nectar, since mommy was lactating to keep my in breast milk, since I had gained a little too much weight, she had put me on a babyfood and breast milk diet for the past three months, so I could get into my diaper and tuxedo for the marriage. She continued to grind on me and I could feel the orgasm building as she pressed her pubic bone into my body. I knew she knew how to make me cum like a stallion. She kept her breast in my mouth and I could tell by her breathing patterns, she too was close to an orgasmic release. I reached up with my hands and I firmly grabbed mommy by the ass and pulled her hard and pushed upwards with my herman and I felt her explosive climax all over my pubic area and I could feel my herman pulsing inside her and she collapsed on me and we held each other tightly for what seemed like hours, but I'm sure it was only minutes. She slowly recovered and she pulled her panties back up and her skirt back down and just about the time she was pulling off me my hermy cut loose with a stream of pee and she said, "Just like a bABy." and quickly grabbed the cloth diaper and put it over me. She then proceeded to rediaper me and these were specially made diapers by a company Aunt Lydia contracted that made adult diaper and bABy products in Canada called Babykins. They also made a diaper, called a punishment diaper. Mommy had used that on me a few times, when I thought I didn't need diapers, since I was a big boy, or man, but I kept wetting my pants and bed, until Aunt Lydia and Mommy said, "It's diapertime bABy." and I found myself in these locked on diapers. I couldn't take them off without the key and mommy and Aunt Lydia had the keys. I tried and tried to hold it, but the pee and poopie just came and they convinced me, that I needed to be in diapers fulltime, 24/7/365 too keep mommies sanity. As mommy finished securing my weekend diapers as she called them. That's because they were so thick they made me waddle and when they got wet or messy, they were even too heavy to stand up, I had to stay in bed, which mommy called my makeshift crib, until we could get me a real one. All day Saturday and Sunday, mommy fed me bAByfood and breastfed me about every two hours. This insured my diapers were wet or full about two to four hours. She never let me stay in them more than a ten to fifteen minutes before changing me. Finally mommy said, "Ok, bigbABy time is over, we need to get ready to go back to work bABy." I knew she was right, but I was so enjoying the one-on-one time with my mommy and soon to be wife. Monday came and I didn't have any outside appointments, so I programmed and was putting the finishing touches on a computer program for a client that I would deliver next week. Tuesday was pretty much the same. On Wednesday I had six outside service calls that Priscilla had scheduled me for. It was a group of nurses that Aunt Lydia had told me about that were having computer problems and they were also members of her group, "I WONDER." A few days later I was in the office and working on some programming and just had gotten off the phone with Priscilla where I ran into an old flame. Linda and I had dated off and on for nearly 11 years, but it never got serious, so I broke it off with her. She said, "hello", and the usual greetings that old friends say to each other. Then I noticed her looking at my crotch and bulging bottom. She said, "did you get into an accident or something?" I said, "No why?" She said, "I Wonder."

Chapter 6 Back to Work Lydia then picked up the phone and started making calls to the women of the organization. "We need to setup everything as his memories will be ladies." She said to the conference call. The women got the information needed and started to make the memeories the way it should be. Joyce went to Michael's office and placed some packages of disposable diapers, and clean up supplies in the bathroom and around the office. Cindy went out to Michael's truck and put a diaper bag, stenciled with Michael's name on it from the Adult Daycare he attended until he met his now girlfriend Priscilla and was engaged to her. She knew all about his diapers and childhood and thought he looked so cute in his diapers and onsies. Lydia was shaking me and saying, "wake up Michael, what's the computer doing?" I must have dozed off while I was waiting for the computer files to transfer. I then noticed I was leaking all over the chair and Lydia grabbed a soaker pad and pushed it up under my butt and padded posterior. Then she took a wiff of the air and said, "oh my someone needs to be changed", and Priscilla walked into the room and said, "is my bABy boy messy AGAIN??" She giggled and said, "all men are just bigbabies and need their mommies." Lydia said, "oh yes and they look so cute in their diapers and panties too!" I blushed as Priscilla grabbed my hand and took me to the changing room and she told me to hop up on the table. She unsnapped my bluejean pants and exposed my thick clear vinyl pants and she pushed up my jeans to expose the snaps of the vinyl pants. She hooked my legs into the overhead pulley system and hoisted my legs up over my head allowing her more access to my diapered bottom and able to clean it much more efficiently. As she unsnapped my vinyl pants and pulled the velcro loose, the smell hit us both and she said, "what have I been feeding you bABy?" I blushed and said, "breast milk ma'am." She said, "we're going to have to get you on more solid food soon bABy." With that, she reached over and grabbed one of the large adult bABy wipes and began the arduous cleanup task. She wiped and wiped and threw away about five wipes before she pronouced me clean enough to be rediapered. She reached over and grabbed an Abena and an insert and placed the insert against my groin and the diaper under my butt. She she lowered my legs and pulled the diaper up snug and pressed her hand against my crotch to hold the pad and diaper in place as she reached around and pulled the first tape snug and pressed it against the diaper. She did the same to the other three tapes and smoothed out the diaper over my crotch and then she reached over and got a pair of translucent rubber pants, then relifted my legs and put them under my raised legs and then lowered my legs onto them and snapped them shut. She made sure they were sealed around the Abena and stuffer. After I was changed I went back to the computer room and the files were nearly transferred now. I started to get the software needed to wipe out Aunt Lydia's computer and reinstall the operating system and restore it back to near new condition. I grabbed my Windows XP Professional w/Service Pack 2 out of my software case and then rummaged through my software to find a good security software. I found what I was looking for. It was my copy of CA Internet Security Suite 2008. It has Antivirus, Antispam, Antispyware along with a Firewall, Parental Controls, Web Advisor and much more for only $79.95 for three computers for one year. I turned off the computer and turned on my laptop to verify that the transferred files were there and asked Aunt Lydia if she would take a look? She said, "I'll be right with you bABy." The external drive pulled up all the files that we transferred and Lydia patted me on the head, and she said, "that's why I only trust my computer to you bABy." I smiled and said, "Yes ma'am, you've told me that before." I stood up and felt her hand on my padded posterior, gently rubbing it and saying, "You're such a good bABy boy Michael." I felt so warm and loved! But I wonder if I'll ever get out of diapers and be a normal man? But, alas the warmth I felt was my bladder cutting loose and spreading that warmth into the confines of my diaper!

Chapter 5 The Epiphany Lydia then reached for the remote control and said, "we'll program it to release every two hours, give or take fourty five minutes, so bABy, You'll have to wear diapers, or risk soiling yourself precious." I reached for the remote only to have her quickly pull it away from my grasps. She said, "just for that we'll give you a little fill up now and I saw this huge 4 quart bag come into my view. It had a huge nozzle and she said, "oh don't worry bABy, this fits perfectly into the POOPMAKER 5000. It allows mommy to fill bABy up without any resistance and when it comes out into bABy's diaper, it smells just like bABy poop and it's warmed in the bowels bABy." I felt pressure as the contents of the bag emptied into my bowels without any resistance. It was as it I had eaten a 5 course gourmet meal and it was making it's way into my bowels to be dumped into the toilet, "OH NO, it's not going in the toilet, it's going into these diapers I'm wearing." I thought. She saw the look on my face and said, "won't that make a lovely mess for mommy to clean up bABy?" I thought, "I'll contact the authorities and let them know about her fiendish plan. She must have been reading my mind, because she said, "by the time we're finished with all your training bABy, you're going to love your diapers and think you've worn them for as long as you can remember." and I felt some headphones going over my head and soft music playing and the sound of the ocean and waves breaking on the shore. I heard a faint voice and I tried not listening to it and then I saw Lydia walk over to a sound system in the corner and the voice on the headphones got louder. It was a woman's voice; Lydia's voice. She was telling me to relax and enjoy the music and to the sound of her voice, only listen and concentrate on the sound of her voice. Hear the waves breaking on the shore and listen to her voice only to the sound of her voice. Nothing else mattered. Over and over, till eventually I could only hear her voice. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Lydia doing something for a split second, and then back listening to her voice. Then she said, "You will only listen to mommy Lydia, no one else will you be able to hear; do you understand bABy?" I felt the words escape my lips and I said, "Yes Ma'am." Then I heard Lydia's voice again, "Michael, you have always worn diapers. You have been incontinent since you were born. You were never able to be toilet trained, so your mother kept you in diapers to keep you from wetting and soiling your bed and clothing. Do you remember this?" I wanted to say no, but I again heard the words, "Yes Ma'am" escape my lips. In kindergarden, you were diapered and kept in the nursery with the other bABies and your diapers were checked and changed, just like the other bABies were, after breakfast, after lunch, after naptime and before you went home. Do you remember this?" I again wanted to scream at the top of my lungs NO, but I again heard, "Yes Ma'am." escape my lips In elementary school you would go to a bedwetters camp and they even laughed at you, becasuse you didn't just wet your diapers, but you also filled them, just like the bABy you are today, "isn't that right Michael? I wanted so badly to say NOOOOO, but I tried to say NNNN and "Yes Ma'am." finally won. Your life took a turn for the worse in High School Michael, when your mommy enrolled you into a special education class, where you were in an adult nursery, where real registered nurses and certified nurses kept a constant eye on you and kept your diapers changed as you wet or messed them freely. The told you how cute you were and that you were their lil bABy boy, and would always be in diapers and just a bigbABy doo ing what came naturally. Then one day one of the aides while she was changing you got excited and she said, "oh bABy, let me take care of that for you. "As she wiped you clean, she took another wipe and slowly and methodically started stroking your bABy pee pee and it got very hard and you thought you were going to pee and you said, "I'm going to pee." She said, "go ahead bABy, pee for me, pee pee in my hand for me bABy." You squirted all over her hand and you didn't know it, but you were being conditioned to only get an errection when a woman was rediapering you after cleaning up your poopy and wet diapers bABy. One day one of the nurses caught you playing with yourself in your diapers and she said, "that's not how you do it silly bABy boy." Then she opened your diaper and again, cleaned you up and before rediapering you, took your bABy pee pee in her mouth and you again thought you were going to pee in her mouth, but she said, "go on bABy, show nursie how you pee pee in her mouth." Soon the inevitable happened and you had just got your first blow job from a woman, while you were in your diapers. Your errections were being completed related to your diapers and you wetting and messing them with number one, number two and now number three. You were finally becoming a man bABy and women thought you looked so cute in your onsie and rompers, but especially your thick cloth or disposable diapers, especially when you had done your bABy doody or soaked them. They all clammored to change the big bABy and some even offered to breastfeed you. You had never, since you were very little suckled at a woman's teat until one of the nursing nurses came into your room and you had really messed your diapers from the prune juice cocktail you had the night before. She told you to move over and climed into bed with you and pulled her scub top up and released the flap on her nursing bra and pulled your head to her teat. You naturally and instinctively latached on, and she instructed you to suckle and when you did you were rewarded with her sweet nectar and mommy milk. It was warm and sweet, and tasted yummy. You sucked and sucked until she gently broke your mouth away and pulled the other breast out and gently pulled your head to it. You fed on both breasts and when you finished, your tummy felt full, but you also felt tummy rumbles and she giggled and said, "mommy's milk is a natural bABy laxative bABy." You were home schooled in the Adult Daycare Nursery and got a Bachelor's Degree in Computer Science where you started your own small business repairing computers. Mostly for friends, until you met a woman one day that you repaired her computer and she offered to set you up in business. Her name was Lydia!

Chapter 4 Backside working She then took an IV pole and moved it close to me and then hooked a pacifier with a tube connected to it into my mouth and secured it behind my head, where I couldn't get it out. She said, "I'm sure you're thirsty after that huge meal." Then I heard a click and fluid, salty and sweet started flowing into my mouth. I had no choice but to drink it or drown. She then pressed her button again and I felt my legs move further up and lift my bottom off the table completely. I felt her slide multiple times under my backside and then I felt my legs being lowered onto this thick mound of padding she had placed under me. She said, "You might be wondering what I've done to you bABy?" I thought, "not really." Then she started speaking again. She said, "What I have done is taken away your ability to control your bowels or bladder with medication. In about 10 minutes, you're really going to have to pee and in about an hour that meal you just ate an hour and half ago, well most of it is going to be in this really thick diaper bABy. And you know what, You Can't do a damned thing about it, but what dommy mommy want's her bABy to DOO." I was filled with fear for about five seconds then a wave of warmth washed over me and I was like, so what, babies do it, why can't I? I felt her pat my thickly diapered bottom and then she released the strap and said, "let's get you back to work bABy." As I stood up I realized how thick the diaper was. I couldn't walk, I had to sortof waddle back to the office. When I satdown, I felt like I was sitting on stack of phonebooks with the thick diaper on. I noticed more and more, my focus wasn't on the computer, but on how thick my diapers were and what she said, "What I have done is taken away your ability to control your bowels or bladder with medication" Could this be true, could someone actually take away your continence and make you diaper dependent? She saw the puzzled look on my face as I was feeling the thick diapers around my loins. She said, "oh yes bABy, I can take away ALL of your potty training with these." She showed me a bottle of liquid lasix, and said, "this is a very potent diuretic and will make you empty your bladder into your diapers bABy." Then she showed me a bottle of liquid glyserine and said the little pellets I placed in your bottom will melt and they'll numb the sphincter muscle in your bowels, and with three of them bABy you're going to fill that diaper like a real toddler, that is unless you can finish, before my medications reduce you to a bigbABy, bABy." I couldn't focus on my work, kept thinking about the diaper and thought, I'll just take it off and when I attempted to remove it, I noticed then the little padlock in the back of the diaper that was securing it around my waist. She said, "MY RULES bABy" I tried to focus on my work, but everytime I did some computer work, I could feel my bladder spasm and it kept getting more and more difficult to concentrate. I noticed then that the files were only 20% transferred and I resigned myself to my fate and tried my best to concentrate on cleaning my clients computer, before I was going to be the one needing cleaning. Then I thought I heard, what sounded like the doorbell and Lydia excused herself and said, "I'll be right back bABy." and I was like well Hell, I'm not going anywhere the way I'm dressed that's for sure! Iwas finally able to focus for a short period when I felt a flush in the front of my diaper and it was warm and wet. I thought, I didn't do that. Then I started to feel another type of spasm. This one started deep in my belly and radiated right to the confines of my now soaking wet diaper. I knew that I was going to either have to step up the pace and maybe make it out with my diaper only wet, and not filled also. I loaded up the speed loading software I developed that allows all files to be transferred binary, images, docs everything and it was nearly 20 times faster, but not as reliable as a standard file transfer program, but it was my only hope of getting out here without filling the diaper I was wearing. I saw the protocol kick in and the files started just becoming zeros and ones onto my external hard-drive. I looked at the transfer rate and approximate finish time. If I could get everything moving, (pun intended) I might make it out here without defiling myself in front of this woman anymore. All of sudden my concentration was broken by a musical sound coming from my crotch. Just then Lydia entered the room with another stunning woman. Could this get anymore embarrassing I thought. When her friend said, "Oh my Lydia, he's adorable." She said, "yes and judging from that sound, he's already wet ahead of schedule." I reached over and shutdown the video display showing the completion time in 15 minutes. Lydia said, "wait bAByboy, what was that?" She reached over and turned the display back on and said, "oh ho, you've been a busy bABy, maybe we'll have to change you bAByboy?" With that she grabbed my hand and led me back to the nursery changing table and both women were able to easily lift me onto and secure me back on the table. Lydia went to the cabinet while her friend expertly removed my soaking wet diaper. As soon as I was exposed to the air, I began uncontrollably peeing. Lydia laughed and said, "just like all the other bAByboys." and her friend said, "Yes, just like all the other subjects Lydia." Then Lydia returned with another tray and a basin. She said, "raise his legs while I insert the POOPMAKER." My legs started to elevate and tried pushing down, but the drugs had left me in a weakened state. I felt fingers and hands all over my backside, first wiping me clean and then felt pressure on my backside. Then I felt something inside me and I felt like I had to poop really bad. Then the feeling went away. Lydia said, "It's locked in place, we can make him fill his diapers anytime we want to with the push of a button and it can't be removed without damaging him permanently or surgically." Lydia began to explain to me, "we had to escallate your training. Every man that comes to my home, leaves totally diaper dependent bABy, EVERY MAN."

Chapter 3 Revelation's Lydia said, "where are my pictures?" I said, "they're being transferred to the external drive, I just shut off the monitor." Then she said, "oh I'm sorry if they offend you baby." I said, "Oh no ma'am, just they're different." She said, "oh I'm so sorry. I should have told you I'm a professional nurse Domme baby." I knew what a nurse and I knew what a Domme was, but I wasn't quite sure about a nurse Domme. She then said, "I can see by the puzzled look on your face, you need more information baby." I just nodded and looked dumbfounded. She down right next to me and put her hand on my upper leg. She said, "You know your little accident earlier baby?" I blushed and again nodded and mumbled, "Yes Ma'am" She said, "men pay me quite well to put them in the position you were just in, then force them into diapers and make them use them as a two year old would baby." About that time I noticed that I was begining to have a similar problem and she took notice too. She said, "my oh my, you are a big bABy aren't you?" and she just ever so gently brushed her hand against my troubled crotch and I felt it spasm and thought, I can fight this and not explode in front of this woman again. She said, "oh, you think you can resist mommy?" Then she said, "I wonder if you're willing to put a wager on that baby?" Well being a guy, you guessed it, I said, "Name it!" She said, "ok, just remember you're doing this of your own free will." Then she said, "I Wonder if I put you in a diaper, can you keep it clean and dry until it's time for you to leave?" I was like, "hell yeah, bring it on Ma'am." She said, "My Rules BABY." About that time, I flipped on the screen and thought, oh my God what did I just do, I could end up like these other poor pathetic men, wearing and using a diaper like a toddler. Then the macho man kicked in and said, "what are you thinking, you're a fully toilet trained man that hasn't worn a diaper since you were a baby." I noticed that the files weren't even a tenth of the way complete and it had been over two hours since I first started. I could be there another .... OH MY GOD 24 hours longer with this woman. Lydia got up and excused herself. About 20 minutes later I heard her call, "Oh baby, come to mommy. Come on, come to Dommy Mommy Nursie baby." I swallowed my pride and got up and said, "I can do this." When I should have said, "I will doo...This." I noticed when I exited the office that Lydia was in the room down the hall that had nursery on the door previously, which I noticed now was back up. I threw my shoulders back and heaved my chest out and thought, let her do her damndest. As I went through the door I got a cold chill as I noticed what was waiting for me. There were stacks of shelves with what I gathered were various types of diapers, cloth, disposable and some I couldn't describe. She was standing before what appeared to be a large adult sized changing table. She reached over and started patting it and said, "plant it here bABy." I satdown and she gently pushed me back into the reclining position and before I knew it had secured a strap across my chest and I couldn't move, she had secured the strap out of my reach. She said, "this is so you don't get cold feet, or a dry bottom bABy." It was then I saw the remote in her hand. All of a sudden my legs were being lifted and spread open, leaving my personal private area completely exposed to this woman now. I started thinking, maybe I should gracefully bow out. I said, "Ma'am, I believe you and respectfully decline your offer." She looked at me and said, "I said, this is for NO backing out bABy." I told her, "this is kidnapping." She said, "Listen bABy." and saw her withdraw a recorder from her pocket, "hell yeah, bring it on Ma'am." She said, "My Rules BABY." Then she said, "remember that?" I slumped and said, "Yes Ma'am." She said, "then let's get the bABy diapered." I noticed that the room was unusually warm and yet she wasn't sweating. I said, "May I ask questions ma'am?" She said, "sure, but I'll be answering a lot of your questions as I prepare you for your diapertime bABy." I said, "Ok, why is it so hot in here?" She said, "to relax my bABies." Then I saw here reach into the cabinet, but I couldn't see what she was doing, but heard something that sounded like a package being opened two or three times and then I saw she had a tray which was covered and in the other hand, some type of pads and I think a diaper, but I couldn't tell. She said, "Ok just relax, going to give you a little medicine." I said, "I'm not swallowing anything." She smiled and said, "Oh bABy is't not oral medication." and I felt an intruder in my backside. I felt a small amout of what I thought was fluid go in, and then within seconds, started feeling very relaxed and care free. She said, "good baby." I hardly noticed the other three insertions after that!

Chapter 2 Dinner and a Movie As we closed the door to the office and made our way back upstairs, again I noticed that the "nursery" sign was missing off the door. But I let that go as my hostess ascended the stairs in front of me. I got a glimpse of her lucious round glutes and they were rock hard, as was a member I was supporting just then. She turned to catch me adjusting my pants and just smiled and ear-to-ear smile and said, "trouble baby?" I said, "frankly ma'am, yes Ma'am. You're so beautiful and I'm sorry to say that it's quite exciting ma'am." She said, "well thank you for the compliment, you fix my computer and maybe we can take care of your umm ... problem baby." I can't tell you what happened next as it is still to this day a blur what happened next. I think I shot my wad in my pants and it appeared as a very large and vivid wet spot within a matter of nano seconds and my hostess had no trouble mentioning my distressful situation. I excused myself back to the bathroom, but was having a difficult time even reaching the sink, let alone turning on the water and cleaning up my messy pants. I was thankful I had worn tighty whitey's instead of my bikini briefs about that time, but the more I attempted to clean, the more it appeared that I had a severe wet accident. I hollared from the bathroom, "do you have a hair dryer Ma'am?" I heard back, "be with you in just a minute, getting dinner on the table." Then I heard Lydia as she came up the hall in her high heels. She said, "give me a second to change, and I'll help you with the clean up." I didn't have time to answer, she disappeared in a door and about 10 minutes came out wearing what appeared to be a rubber apron and latex dress, like you see nannies or rubber nurses wear. How you ask, do I know about rubber and latex, well, my ex-wife was a registered nurse and we used to play nurse and patient games and boy were they fun. Anyway, Lydia knocked on the door and as soon as I unlocked it, she barged in and said, "let's asess the damage baby." She grabbed my crotch and plugged in the hair dryer and started blowing warm air across my crotch and it was as if I didn't have anything to say about, so I didn't. I stood there appologizing and dumbfounded. She removed a cloth from her apron and swiftly and expertly cleaned up my shorts and just about ignored my thobbing hardon, as if it wasn't there and didn't matter either. In short order my errection started to subside and I felt nearly normal again. It probably didn't take more than 10-15 minutes complete our task in the bathroom and she swatted me on the butt and said, "ok baby, let's go eat now." As we reentered the diningroom, there was a meal fit for a king and queen on the table. I thought, "I hope she's not expecting a discount, but she's probably going to." She said, "I hope you like meat and potatoes baby?" I said, "Ma'am, I'm the original meat and potatoes guy." There was green beans, corn on the cob, pot roast and potatoes. She poured me a large glass of milk and some for herself and said, "milk does a body good." I was like "Hell Yeah it Does Ma'am." She just laughed, so did I. She said, "well dig in baby." It was then I noticed her calling me baby alot. Oh well I thought, "it's an endearing term." I jokingly said, "Yes Mommy." and smiled. She said, "let me get that for you baby." and cut a huge portion of roast and spooned three huge potatoes onto my plate and then asked, "would you like green beans or corn on the cob baby?" I said, "I prefer the corn on the cob Ma'am." She said, "me too baby." With that she handed me the corn on the cob and butter, along with the salt. She said, "I just love butter and salt on my corn on the cob, how about you?" "Yes Ma'am, it's the only way to eat it." I bowed my head and said grace and thanked God for this wonderful Friday evening. I then picked up my fork and knife and dug in the pot roast. I really didn't need a knife at all, the fork was cutting it nicely. I let a MMMMMM, that's delicious escape my mouth as I started chewing the roast. She said, "I'm glad you approve baby." There again, that "baby" word. I cut the potatoes and mashed them up and put tons of butter and salt on them and took a bite and it was like heaven. The meal was better than any restaruant I had eaten in, in years. When we finished, she said, "I'll clean up baby, you go check on the computer downstairs, ok?" I said, "Yes ma'am, thank you for the most wonderful dinner that I have ever had the pleasure of eating." As I kind of waddled off toward downstairs I heard Lydia pick up the phone and press the speed dial. I heard her voice trailing off as I was descending down the stairs. As I approached the office, I heard the clanking of dishes being cleared off and stacked. I heard Lydia's voice faintly as I closed the door, silence overtook me and it was as if the world above was totally shut out. I approached the computer and the images flying across the screen made me almost drop a load in my shorts. I stood there for a minute and attempted to compose myself as I watched what appeared to be grown men, in various stages of dress and undress, with one common piece of clothing apparent on all of them. I did a double take and sure enough, it was either a cloth or disposable diaper. Some appeared to be yellow or stained in the front, and also, yep, you guessed in the rear too. I thought oh my goodness, those diapers are wet and messy and those guys are wearing them. All of a sudden my thoughts were shattered as my security program was alerting me that a trojan and virus were attempting to attach to my primary hard drive. Thankfully the inoculation with the security software, keeps that from happening, but none the less, the virus and now trojans were attacking my root drive and my security software was slamming it into quarantine each time and the files just kept transferring to the external drive. I faintly heard the upstairs door close and knew that Lydia was on her way. I shut down my monitor on my laptop, so the images wouldn't be so obvious. It never occured to me, that she wanted me to see all those men in diapers, and obviously using them as they were intended. Lydia entered the room and asked, "did you get enough to eat?" I said, "ma'am if I ate anymore it would be coming out the other end." and blushed. She smiled and said, "well what goes in, must come out baby."

I Wonder by Fulldiaper Michael Copyright 2008, all rights reserved. LEGAL: This story and all characters are completely fictional and have no relationship to any person's living or dead, and if if does it's purely coincidental. Hello, my name is Michael. I work as a self-employed computer technician. I have been doing this since about 1989. In my technical travels I have met some very interesting women and men. The most interesting people I met was a club called "I Wonder." It was comprised of a group of registered nurses and nurses aides. They were married and single, but their club was quite different. You see these women believed that men were the weaker sex and most were just big babies, in adult bodies. Lydia was the first one I met when she called me to have me repair her computer in her home. When she called, she asked specifically for a female technician, and I said, "Ma'am, we don't have any female computer technicians". She then began describing her problem in her computer. I listened and then said, "Ma'am, would you like to schedule a service call?" She said, "well, I work during the day, would a late afternoon or early evening appointment work?" I said, "Yes ma'am, but we get time and half or double-time for those appointments." She said, "Hell, I need my computer, please schedule me an appointment." I asked her, "Would Tuesday evening work, or would Friday be better?" She said, "Friday would be better, since she's off for the weekend and she could stay up as late as needed." I put her on the schedule and got some computer particulars from her. Type of computer, operating system, RAM etc. I noted all this on her account and went about my regular work week. I had quite a few computers to fix and also to setup and deliver that week. I pretty much forgot about my appointment until Friday. I called Lydia and asked if we were still on for this evening, she giggled and asked, "is this a date?" I kind of blushed and said, "well, in a way it is ma'am, I'm going to be getting intimate with your computer. I'm just going to grab a bite to eat and I'll be right over." She said, "please allow me to fix you dinner so you don't have to stop anywhere?" I agreed and packed up my truck and hoped in the drivers seat. I reached down and pushed the key into the ignition and the truck roared to life. I stopped and filled up with gas and checked the oil, tire pressure and then reached over and powered up the inverter and turned on my truck computer. I started the Microsoft Streets and Trips and put Lydia's address in the seach and got turn-by-turn instructions to Ms. Lydia's. The software said I was about 45 minutes away. I pulled out my cell phone and called her number. She answered, "hello!" I said, "Ms Lydia, I'm about 45 minutes from your home. I should be there in less than a hour ma'am." She said, "great, see you then, with a hot meal baby." I turned onto the highway and turned on Sirius radio and tuned into sirius 60 new country and was listening to the music and reached into my refridgerator and pulled out of bottle of water and broke the seal on the water. I reached over as I headed out of town and set the cruise control to 65 miles an hour and just sat back and watch the GPS navigation system for when I needed to turn. I took a big swig of water and gulped it down. Apparently I was thirstier than I thought. Within a few minutes the bottle was empty and I was reaching for another one and broke the seal and this time I sipped it and was running through scenario's in my head of what could be wrong with Lydia's computer. I entered the town and noticed by the GPS that I needed to turn right just a few hundred feet into town. I turned right and then noticed that I needed to go straight and then turn left down a long and winding road and her home was the second house from the very end of a dead end turn-around road. I noticed when I pulled in the three car garage and the SUV sitting in the driveway. The very well maintained lawn and the flowers planted on either side of the sidewalk. I took three steps up onto a very well decorated porch with a swing and huge picture window that I'm sure she saw me coming. I reached to ring the doorbell and the door opened and here stood this over 6' tall well built woman in hospital scrubs that clung to every curve of her very curvacious body. She said, "Hello, I'm Lydia, you must be Michael?" I said, "Yes Ma'am." Then I froze and couldn't think of another word to say, as I was lost in the tightness of those scrubs on her breast. They were cut, to allow ample viewing of her very nice cleavage, which didn't go un-noticed by my gawking eyes. She broke by hypnotic gaze, by saying, "Up here baby boy." Grabbing my chin and pulling it up to meet her eyes. I was able to compose myself and asked, "Um sorry ma'am, where is your computer?" She stepped aside and allowed me passage into her well decorated and emaculatly clean home. I could smell dinner cooking in the kitchen. She said, "this way, it's in the basement." I didn't notice much as she was unlocking the door that led to the basement as my gaze was on her very tight and well formed gluteous maximus, medius and minimus. She unlocked the door and said, "You go ahead, it's the first door on your left. I'll be right down." I stepped past her and started down the two flights of stairs into a slightly tight area and a small hall dimly lit and found the first door on the left and opened it into a well lit and extremely well furnished office. There was an oak computer desk, high back office chair, ceramic heater under the desk, oak filing cabinents, and the floors were real wood parkay. On the walls were various degrees from presigious nursing schools and various sorority classes she belonged to. In the back on the credenza, was a plaque that said, "President of I Wonder" Chapter 1. Now that made me wonder, what I Wonder was, but I soon heard her coming down the stairs in what sounded like high heels. When she opened the door, I couldn't help but gasp at her radiant beauty. She had changed into an all white, tight fitting, knee high dress and white high heel pumps, with bright red lipstick and I could swear Joy perfume. Her hands were perfectly manicured and she wore a Rolex watch and a diamond tennis bracelet on the other wrist. Her hair was pulled back tight in a bunn and accented her facial features. The dress pulled tightly against her body as if she was poured into it. She entered the room and made her way to a chair on the other side of the desk and said, "I see you found the computer?" I said, "Yes ma'am, what seems to be the problem?" She said, "turn it on, you'll see!" I reached down and pressed the power switch and heard the computer start up. Within about 2 minutes, the Windows screen came up and about 10 seconds later, a screen popped up and said, "You've been FUCKED by the Master!" and all kinds of male genitalia started flashing on the screen and the only way to shut it down was to press and hold the power button. I said, "I see what you mean ma'am. What would you like me to do?" She said, "Well, can you fix it?" I said, "Well, that depends. Can you answer some questions for me ma'am?" She said,"I'll try. What do you want to know?" I asked her about the security software she had installed on the computer and she said she didn't think she had anything. I then asked her, was there anything on the computer she needed? She said, "tons of pictures from her sorority that she could not replace." I told her I'd be right back and excused myself. As I exited the office, and reentered the hallway I noticed a door that had the word "Nursery" on it as I ascended the steps and made my way back out to my truck to grab my laptop and tools case, with my external hard drive in it. As I reentered the house, she was waiting for me, just inside the door. She escorted me downstairs and back to the office, where I hooked up my laptop and setup my WiFi cellular router. I turned on my laptop and grabbed my external hard drive. I grabbed my toolkit and reached down and pulled the computer out slightly and began to disconnect all the cables connected. I grabbed my USB 2.0 external IDE, SATA drive assembly and hooked it up to my laptop. I reached in and grabbed my screwdriver and undid the side of the comptuer case, then unscrewed the hard drive and removed it from the case. I started my diagnostic software and security software. I hooked up the hard drive to my external USB 2.0 cable and waited for Windows to recognize the drive and in short order it did. My security software alerted me to 15 viruses, and 114 trojans and spyware programs on the newly found drive. After cleaning and quarantining them, I was able to open the drive and access the data. I went to the MyDocuments folder and found a folder for "Lydia" I proceeded to the MyPictures folder in the MyDocuments folder and found over 100,000 pictures, from 2000 to 2008. She said, "Oh please, see if you can't save all of them?" I assesed the size of the drive needed and it was over 80 gigabytes of photos for the eight years. My external USB drive was a 500 gigabyte, which would be more than sufficient to transfer if needed, her whole hard drive and back it up. I started a security scan to make sure none of the image files were infected. I glanced up and noticed Lydia adjusting her bra, and then I noticed a small wet spot on the front of her white dress. I thought, "she's lactating. She must have a baby." That's why the nursery door, but why in the basement, I pondered? As the security software scanned for more potential problems, I excused myself again to go to my truck to get some blank DVD's. As I left the office, the sign on the door at the end of the hall, wasn't there anymore. I thought, "hmmm, that's strange." I got out to my truck and felt the bottled water make it's presence known. I grabbed my blank DVD's and made my way back into the house. Again, she met me at the door. I asked, "can you tell me where the little boy's room is ma'am?" She said, "since there are no little boys, there isn't a little boy's room, but I can show you where the potty is." She took me around the corner and down the hall. When she opened the door to the "POTTY" I was stunned!! The room was a bathroom, but all the fixtures were HUGE. The sink was so high, as an adult on my tip toes I probably would have had problems reaching it. The comode was also huge. I litterally had to climb up and oh my God, I almost fell in. Someone had left the huge toilet seat up. I climbed off the comode and lowered the toilet seat and I thought I was going to have to start lifting weights it was so heavy. Beside the comode was a huge, what appeared to be infant potty chair, but it was huge and would easily accomodate and adult body on it. I heard from outside the door, "you may use the potty chair, if you need it Michael!" Just as I finshed my business, I looked around for toilet paper and saw none. I hollared, "where's the TP Ma'am?" She said, "I'm sorry, I'll bring you some." She opened the door and stepped into the bathroom and noticed that I didn't use the potty and handed me the toilet paper. She then excused herself and left me to my cleanup. I thought while I was sitting there I just passed gas and piddled, but apparently my gas had more substance, and I had to clean up my bottom. I cleaned it up as well as I could and then climbed back down off the comode and pulled up my underwear and pants, tucked my shirt back in and as soon as I opened the door, in rushed Lydia. She said, "little boys can be so messy and started cleaning up the bathroom and noticed the dirty toilet paper in the comode and asked me if I was ok? I blushed and said, "Yes ma'am, I think I got it clean." She said, "well I would hope so, would hate you getting a rash in my home." I also noticed in the bathroom, there was no shower or tub, but thought, maybe it was for a larger person and she bought the house this way and hadn't remodeled. I just wanted to get the client taken care of and go home and relax with a nice glass of wine and watch movies. I made my way back down to the basement office and noticed the scan was now completely done. I asked Lydia, "do you know which files you want Ma'am?" She said, "all of them if you can baby." I said, "I don't think that's a problem." I started my transfer program. Now my transfer program is a program I wrote that allows me to see the files as they transfer. If it's an image, I get a small thumbnail or the full picture and if it's a document, I get a thumbnail of the document. I selected over 1500 folders and then I noticed there were sub folders of sub folders. Final count on files was close to half a million. Just then Lydia said, "can that run on it's own, I'm afraid, we're going to have a burned supper if it can't." I said, "Oh yes ma'am, it can, until it encounters a problem." As the files prepared to be copied, I noticed some image flashes and frankly I've seen alot, but this blew my mind.

You are keeping me on the edge of my padded posterior

4 hours from Denver in South Central Nebraska.

South of Kearney in Nebraska. GO Huskers!!

Nebraska here, so not too far from Iowa

Male/older than refried dirt/ Nebraska