ABAlex

Who keeps replying with crying signs? That's so sad! 😢He's into it! Don't cry, cheer for him!

"So how did you enjoy your first week of work, Oscar?" "Olliver," I corrected. I tried to force a smile. "It was good." The woman I was speaking to, Mrs. Jonhson, was my manager. She was middle aged, tall, and with long brown haired. Today she was wearing a long green dress. She was also, as I had found out the first week, a legend where I worked. She had published more articles then anyone could count and won multiple awards. For me, it was a good opportunity. Though journalism wasn't the highest paying job, it covered my bills, and was something I thought I'd enjoy. More importantly to me, it gave me a chance to practice writing, so that perhaps one day I could publish something more real. She smiled at me. "Well, you're doing alright for your first week. For next week, make sure you simplify your language. In a few months we may give you your first big story. Have a good weekend!" "Thanks! Goodbye!" I said as she left. I breathed a heavy sigh of releif. It had been a long day, and an even longer life. Moving to the city was exciting, but I couldn't pretend it was easy. I had chosen this. Of course, there were reasons. It would have been easier back home, in some ways. In others, much, much more difficult. I closed my eyes at the memories. I knew I couldn't go back, not now. I got my coat and headed out the door. Before getting out of the building I went down thirty two floors, an fact that made me gawk when I thought of it. I was getting more used to the height of the buildings around me but still gave me vertigo. I made sure not to look up, and headed back to my appartment, where it was up another twenty five floors. "I need to get blinds in here," I said as I opened my front door. The massive floor to cealing windows that confronted me were supposed to be a selling point, but they served less so for someone who generally never went in buildings with more then two or three floors. "What?" I turned around. Mary, the woman from the next appartment over, was opening her door at the same time. "Uhhh..." I said. "Just that I need to get blinds." "And why are you telling me? I don't sell blinds." "Yes but you asked what I said." "Yes but you said it before I asked, which is why I asked." "Oh, I wasn't talking to you, sorry." She leaned back and looked into my appartment. "Oh, is there someone else in there? I thought you lived alone." "Uhhhh..." I tried to think of an explanation that didn't sound insane. I gave up and went with "I was just talking to myself. I didn't realize anyone was there." "I see," she nodded. "Living alone can get to you. Let me know if you ever want to meet up. We'll have a drink. Or..." she looked me up and down. "Do you drink?" "I'm twenty five." "Yes, sorry, I know, you just seem innocent." "Why?" "Because you're scared of looking out a window from your own appartment." "Oh," I stared with my mouth open. She smiled. "Sorry, just joking around. Let me know if you ever want to talk!" She walked into her appartment, and I went into mine a moment later. I was living in a small bachelor appartment, which was the best I could afford at the time. Still, given where I was in the city it was more then I expected. Until I could get a car, or shorter work hours, living in a bigger space further away wasn't possible for me. I hung my coat, kicked off my shoes, and slumped down on my bed. I lay for a minute, then turned to my side table. There, standing up and facing me, was the mask I had gotten at the kink store almost exactly a week earlier. The memory came back to me, along with the invitation. "Right," I said, and reached to grab it.

They entered another room Jerry recognized. Nominally it was a bedroom, though he didn't know how much actual sleep occured in it. A massive, corner posted bed sat in the middle, made out of elegant carved oak wood, and a dresser sat beside it. From there, anything "normal" changed. The blankets of the bed were lifted just enough to show a wooden dog cage underneath it, and the headboard and foot board both had slots for a head and two hands or feet. Handcuffs dangled from another corner, where he saw more then one submissve locked as they were given enemas or suppositories, and then often left until they lost control and filled their diapers. He knew behind another door was a full adult sized nursery with a 'crib' that included a locking top. If he was lucky, he may end up there for the night. If not, the dog cage waited. He cringed. Even with all the play he had done at home, it was embaressing to think that his "lucky" option was sleeping locked in an oversized baby crib on camera for strangers to comment on. She pulled Jerry toward the bed and lifted lifted his hand up into the air. He heard a snap, and felt his hand being pulled toward the top corner. She grabbed his other wrist and did the same. Jerry groaned as he was stretched out, spread eagle into the air. She bent down behind him, and he felt her pull his legs to the side. "Good sissy, give me your foot," she said. He groaned again but obeyed, and he felt her space his feet apart with a bar and attatch them to the foot of the bed. He tried to wiggle pull at the chains, but found them unbreakable. She stood up and rested a hand on his bottom. "Good sissy, though a bit whiny with those groans. Nice to see you just give up and let me tie you to my bed. What a good, spineless little sub." "Hmph," he said. "You don't have to say it out loud like that, ma'am." She chuckled. "Don't pout, we all know you are enjoying this. You look like you're about to burst the tapes on your diaper." "HEY!" he shouted. "Are they comfy? And inescapable?' He pulled at them and wiggled again. "Yes ma'am." She laughed again. "Good. Normally we'd tie you into the stocks for this, but I'm afriad if I left you bent over it be too hard NOT to spank this adorable little bottom," she squeezed him through his diaper "So I guess you'll stay standing and stretched out. Just wait here while we clean you out and pick an outfit for you." "Clean me out? What do you mean, ma'am?" "Aww silly baby. What do you think that means?" From behind the bed she held up a large, red rubber bottle with a long tube stretching from it. "An enema?! No please ma'am!" Jerry had remembered the discussion earlier, but thought complaining about it again might add to any vidoes they may make. As much as he hated having his punishments streamed to a wide audience, he also loved having his punishments streamed to a wide audience. As he had no way to avoid it, he decided to let the second part take over for now. She smiled. "Yep, you're going to have a nice, big, warm soapy enema, and you are going to hold it until you are begging me to fill your diapers. You think you'll do that? Beg me to fill your diapers?" "No..." he said. "Oh you will. And you're going to behave like a perfect little angel until I decide you can release, or you'll just be cramping all day. Then you'll get to spend the rest of the day in your dirty diapers, sound fun?" "No please! No no no!" Jerry started wiggling again, making a show of fighting against his bounds. Mistress Joana ignored him, and pulled down his diaper. "No no no," he said as the tube penetrated inside him. "Errrr," he groaned, and looked back at her as she lifted the bottle high into the air. Immedietly the warm water hit him. He groaned as he felt his insides turn to make up for the new weight, and cramps hit him like a wave. Within seconds, he was yelping and panting out loud as his stomach grew. He gave another wiggle, knowing that the cameras were recording his bottom and each pathetic whine and shake. "Ma'am please! It's so much!" He begged, with tears in his eyes. "Good! Then you'll have all the more reason to obey and to fill your pampers for our fans." "No..." he whined, and shook again. He had seen dozens of subs experaince the same in these videos. The most popular ones were always the loudest, whining and complaing as they took the painful cramps. Part of him told him that then, in order to ensure as few people saw his humiliation as possible, he should try to remain calm. However, within seconds it was impossible, and he was whining. Then, and entire new part of him spoke up. He remembered all the humiliating messages, the teasing, everything comments said about the misbehaved subs being punished for their ammusment. He had watched those vidoes and read the comments with excitment, daydreaming about being in the same situation. So, his excitment again overwehlmed him, and he instead exagerated the punishment, moaning and struggling as much as possible. If he had no way to avoid giving them a show, he'd give them the best one. The idea of that, and even the knowledge that he was enjoying, made the humiliation increase, but that only made it even more exciting. He pulled at the chains again, knowing they wouldn't break.

Jerry shook as he entered the mansion. He had heard stories of it, and worse, seen the dozens of videos that proved those stories true. It was a place where any subs worse nightmares, or sweetest dreams, could come true- normally both at the same time. He immedietly recognized the lobby where dozens of subs were scolded, told of how misbehaved and naughty they were, and had their days full of humliation and punishment laid out before them so the cameras could show them blush and whine at just the thought of what they were about to experiance. In the front and sides of it the stone was left bare and grey with wooden beams at regular intervals. In front of him was a magnificent wooden stair case leading to a hallway painted a deep red, and with a solid bannister where many submissves had found themselves tied up, helpless, humiliated and visible to anyone entering. Steal rings hung from the walls between painted portraits of the domiants, showing off the power and money they got from their trade. The effect was something between a castle, a palace, and a old jail, and it made Jerry shake more. He knew from those videos that he was being filmed, and look into the corners of the roof to confirm. If his "Mommy" gave permission, his actions would be edited down to the most embaressing moments for their channel, and there was a decent chance people were watching him be live streamed as it was. The thought made him blush even more, and put his hands over his face. "Put your hands down, Diaper Boy. Let everyone see your pretty face." Jerry lowered his hands and forced himself to meet her eyes, though he was still blushing deep red. The idea that all these strange, powerful woman, not to mention anyone who might see the films later, were seeing him wearing just a diaper and t shirt made him want to hide, though he also couldn't deny his excitment. Mistress Joana looked down, then back up to his face. "Already having fun, are we?" Jerry gasped. He looked down, then back up at her, and blushed even deeper. "Uhhh uhh uhh," he said, stuttering for an answer. The women around him laughed, and he stopped talking. He looked down again, and back up when it came back into his view, making them laugh again. The laughter only added to his embaressment, which added more to his excitment, and he felt the tapes of his diaper stretch and crinkle. Mistress Joana shook her head. "Tsk tsk tsk, what a dirty little boy. Don't worry sweetie, we are going to fix all those problems with you." He looked back up at her. He knew this part. This was where the dominent woman for a particular sub told them all the horrible things they allegedly done, scolded them, often into tears, then ran through the long list of punishments they would experiance while there. Each humiliating or painful detail would be laid out in front of them to think about and anticpate until they were wringing in fear. Some would beg, or whine, or fight, others couldn't hold back their excitment. Jerry, instead, just looked at her, knowing he looked terrified. He dropped his hand from where he was nervously holding his own arm. "Now, I've heard a lot about you little Jerry." He gulped. "It seems you're a naughty baby, isn't that right?" "Ummm... yes." "Yes ma'am." "Yes ma'am." "First off, you are dishonest, you lie to your mommy and to the entire world. "What?!" She raised an eyebrow. "You are a little diaper baby, aren't you?' "Yes ma'am." "Then every time you claim to be a big boy, dress in big boy clothes, or pretend to be a big boy at work or in public, you are lying. Every time you wear any underwear other then diapers, you are lying. Every time you try to use the potty, you are lying. The only time you are telling the truth is when you are soaking your diapers, little baby clothes, and sitting in your playpen while silently sucking your pacifier. Understood?" "I..." He had no reponse. "Well?" "Yes ma'am." "Furthermore, you are an ungratiful little brat, letting your Mommy change you and feed you, putting up with your stinky diapers, and barely even thank her, as if you are entitled to it. You act up all the time, throwing childish tantrums when you don't get your way, and no matter how much she punishes you you still act up." "But..." She held a finger up. "In fact, she told me all about your brattiness this morning when you found out you were coming here, refusing to eat your breakfast and complaining about coming here. Imagine that?" He swallowed again. "Yes ma'am. I did ma'am." "And... it seems you are also a dirty little boy who gets easily excited," she pointed down at his diaper. He blushed, and she smiled. "Don't worry though, we'll get you nice and clean." He looked down again. "Yes ma'am," he squeaked. "So first thing, we're going to be cleaning out your insides with a nice big enema. We'll give you a plug so it stays in as long as it needs. Normally we'd spank you, but since you removed that, we'll just have to make your enema extra big." He gaped at her. "Then since that mouth is also dirty and full of lies, I'll put a big bar of soap in it, and leave it in while you stand in the corner and think about all you've done. Should be easy with you gaping like that." "Soap!? NO PLEASE!" Jerry had sampled multiple flavours of soap in his time as a submissive, and considered himself something of a connoisseur. Old spice had a tangy taste that went well with chilli or other spicy food, ivory was more subtle and reminded him of the simple but elegant recipes his grandmother used to make. His overall verdict was that all of them were absolutly disgusting. "Yes. Soap. And once again, since we normally use spankings to ensure obedience but we can't do that with you, we'll just keep the bar in longer." "You...!" Jerry began, glaring. "Yes?" He hung his head. "Nothing ma'am.' "That's what I thought. From there, we'll see how long you can hold your enema, until you beg me enough to fill your pampers. Then, we'll see how long we can keep you bouncing in your own mess." He groaned. That was a near guaranteed win on their video page, making it a near guaranteed punishment for subs. "From there, we'll have you try on some outfits for us, and we'll see after that, but you can expect to be sleeping in a dirty diaper tonight, and going home with a great big diaper rash." "What? But..." She shushed him with a finger. "But first thing first, this" she pointed at his clothes. "Will not do. You're pampers are cute, but have FAR too many people paying to see our videos to have a twink like you walking around in boy clothes. Come with me, we're going to get you into something a little more appropriate." She grabbed him by the wrist and began to drag him. "WHAT!? No boy clothes?" he let himself be lead, bulling just enough to show his desperation. He knew where that was probably going, and it was something he DEFINITLY did not want on camera. "Is there an echo in here, or is some little brat about to earn extra time with the soap?" "Ummm... "We are going to put you in some nice, cute little baby girl clothes so you can feel like a pretty princess when we rinse your mouth out, and everone can see what an adorable sissy you are." "But... No! I'm not a baby girl, I'm a baby boy! I mean, I'm just a boy! I mean man! NO!" He rambled on as she dragged him up the stairs and down a hallway. "Tut tut little baby girl, remember the soap? We can have you sucking on bar after bar until you can't speak anymore. How would that look, you think? You in a dress sucking on something, frothy white foam pouring down your cheeks..." "Yes ma'am, sorry ma'am," Jerry said.

LOL good question. Perhaps being able to change Kaden, or dress him how you want, could be a perk of hiring them? Unfortuantly this was a commission, so we won't know unless they pay for more

The light changed, they drove off, and he put the pacifier back in his mouth. He turned forward and hunched over in the car seat. "I'm sorry sweetie," Mommy said. "It really depends on the lighting outside, and they didn't have windows at all, so... "It's ok," he said, but kept leaning back to hide in his car seat. They drove out further into the country, and turned into a massive, wooded lot. Jerry saw some things he recognized. Black iron gates that were presented as keeping the submissves trapped inside, but actually served to keep creeping eyes out. Multiple play structures of the kind you find in parks but sized for adults, well hidden by the trees, that he'd seen submissives get "public" exposure or punishments on. A large, rectangular, grey stone building, with a slight resemblance to a castle or a prison that appeared before each video and added to the feel. And, standing outside, a line of women he recognized. There was Mistress Joanna in black leather and high healed boots. There was Nurse Joy, a name he was sure was stolen from some show or another, in her uniform. There was Mommy Caroline in her cozy sweater and long skirts. Others tood around them. A few things they all had in common, however. They were all gorgeous. They were all strong looking and statuesque in how they stood, made to handle and intimidate wayward subs. They were all, as he noticed when he got out, taller then he was. He swallowed his nervousness down as Mommy took him by the hand out of his car seat and led him up. It occured to him that, based on the videos he had seen, he was being filmed. In fact, he was playing a part in all the videos he had seen where the nerovus sub is brought up, sometimes whining and complaining, sometimes ignorant of where they are, but never excited, toward their fate. Jerry, in just his shirt and diaper, and with his pacifier in his mouth, knew he'd make quite an introduction if this ever got inline. They paused by the front of the building, his Mommy held him back at a hand signal. Another couple was coming out. A red haired woman was out a blond male submissive, visibly thickly diapered beneath a pink skirt. "Miss Kacey, your litte sissy baby is the brattiest sub we've ever seen. We did what we can with the morning, but think he could use a LOT more time." "Yes, that figures," she said, rolling her eyes. The blond submissive caught Jerry's eyes. "Sorry new guy. I'm the old guy, and I think I left them REALLY angry. Hope they don't take that out on you!" The red-haired woman spanked him hard. "Stop being a brat! You're in for MORE spankings when we get home, and you better behave if you want out of that dirty diaper!" "Since we're stuck in the same car that seems as much an issue for you as it is to me." "Ugh," she sighed. They passed Jerry, and he coughed and covered his nose at the smell as they did. "Yeah that's what you'll smell like after this too. Have fun new guy! Hope they aren't any meaner because they are mad at me and taking it out on you!" He said at jerry over his shoulder. Mommy watched them drive off. "WOW he stunk," she said. "Yes, they often do when they leave, so you should expect it for your little, Jerry, was it?" the woman Jerry recognized as Mistress Joana said. Jerry gulped at the implied threat. "Who were they?" "Oh, just a brat. Don't pay attention to his complaining, they are some of our regulars, he's always like that. You can see details online." "Anyway, this is Jerry? Cute outfit Jerry, though I think we can find something more... hmmm..." she considered her next word. "Disciplinairy." "Uhhh..." Jerry said. "Ahem," she replied. "I don't know how it is back home for you, but here if you are in a diaper you speak when you are spoken too, understood? Same with any other subs, but particulairly little brats who are to helpless to even figure out how to use a toilet." "Yes Ma'am," he replied. "I didn't say speak." "Uhh so..." "Ahem." "Uhh.." "Zippit." Jerry squeezed his mouth shut. "Good sub. Now, we have some paperwork for you, Miss Jessica, just general stuff." She held out a clip board to Mommy, who took it and began signing. "Oh, and please indicate what kind of punishments you want for him. We have him booked overnight, so there is plenty of time for whatever you want or think he needs." "Of course, of course," Mommy flipped through the forms, checking or crossing things off. Jerry looked over her shoulder and gulped at what he saw. Forced crossressing, being locked in messy diapers, knee bounces, enemas... anything he could think of was on the list, and getting circled. Mommy finished, then returned it to Mistress Joanna. Mistress Joanna raised her eyebrows. "No spankings? Or thigh switchings?" Mommy nodded. "Yes, we agree no physical punishments and nothing painful. Everything else- humiliation, dirty diapers, outifts, chores, time outs, teasing, enemas, forcefeeding, mean names, locks, are all fine." Jerry immedietly regretted his earlier demand. Mistress Joanna smiled and nodded. "Ok, we can work with that. Absolutly no physical punishments, but absolutly anything else." Mistress Joana walked up to him and grabbed his hand. "Now, we are going to take your little pet. Please have fun on your trip, I promise he'll be well taken care of. Say goodbye now Jerry!" Jerry was terrified, but obeyed. "Bye Mommy," he said. She replied with the same, then bent down and kissed him. He waved and she waved back, then left as he was lead into the giant stone house.

Kaden smirked. "And to think, everyone I know thinks I'm such a respectable man with a real adult job. Edward smiled back. "You are VERY respectable. I've never seen someone take so many spanks then sit still with a straight face." He kissed Kaden on the forehead and patted his cheek, then turned to walk back to his desk. Kaden groaned and squirmed as his diaper dug further and further into him. Realistically, his stated task didn't mean much. Edward had recorders and cameras, Kaden's notes were really just an excuse for future punishments. All he was really there to do was to be amusing to them. They would see him being punished and humiliated with their toys, and appreciate Edward all the more for it. He groaned one final time and resigned himself to his face. All his squirming had accomplished was digging his disgusting wedgie further into him. As it was, ten minute already seemed like far too long to be left hanging from his own dirty diaper, and he knew he'd spend far more time trying to take notes as they talked around him. His diaper had begun to burn. The filth was irritating from the beginning, and was getting worse and worse as it went on. With it now crushed and pulled into him, the itch was maddening, and he struggled not to squirm as he knew it would only make it worse. He had heard of diaper rashes before, but he had never heard of a groan adult with one. He tried to imagine what it would be like to spend the week trying to hide his winces each time he sat down in front of clients as Edward chuckled behind him, knowing it was because he had messed himself. Or, would he even get that far? Perhaps Edward would keep him in diapers, make him use them every day. He pictured himself sitting behind his own desk and trying to keep a straight face in front of customers with his fine suit and tie visible above it, but only his dirty diaper on beneath it. He'd be stinking, perhaps the client's would notice, maybe they'd even ask and he'd have a lie prepared. They had done similar things before with him naked or in panties, the desk was deliberately made to hide such things, but this was a new level. The thoughts, like all thoughts he had about Edward's games, was both humiliating and exciting. Now, he was about to be seen in his most humiliating outfit yet, and had to keep a straight, professional face or else receive more punishments. Either way felt exciting. He lifted his note book. If he assumed he would normally have two or three real mistakes, an extra four deliberate "mistakes" would ensure he was very sore. He smiled. He gave one more deliberate squirm to make his diaper more uncomfortable, and waited.

"What's that?" "Nothing," he said. Mommy walked around to the front and got into the driver seat, turned on the car and began to drive. "So... Deliquent Daycare," he said. "Yep! That's where you're going. And I'll make sure they know ALL about your behaviour this morning." "Right. And I think we've both seen the sort of things they do in different videos." "Yep! Seems perfect for you!" "Hmmm..." he thought. "Well you know, I have the right to refuse any spankings or physical punishments if it gets too painful, right?" She paused for a moment. "Yeeees," she said slowly and thoughtfully. "Well, I just think I'm really not feeling that today. Just already ready feel my butt is aching from the beans in my diaper this morning, plus those EXTRA HARD butt pats you gave me on the way into the car, so I can't take a spanking." "Hmmm," she said. "Well, there are always thighs, and wrists..." "No, no, honestly I just ache all over. Must be a sign of aging. I'm going to have to say no physical or painful punishment whatsoever. You know, since I just can't take pain this weekend, and I have the right to decide that." "Hmmm," she said, thinking carefuly. "OK!" "Yes I know you're going to argue, but I really think... wait what?" he said. "I said OK. I'll make sure there are no physical punishments this weekend." "I... see..." He did not expect her to agree easily to that, and had prepared for an argument. "No, I don't think they'll need any kind of physical punishment at all. You did say physical punishment, or anything causing pain like spankings?" "Yes..." he said. "Ok, none of that. Not neccessairy." "Huh." Somehow that was more terrfying, and he sat back silently in his carseat, nervous to say anything else. He sucked his pacifier and stared out the window and the passing buildings, thankful for the tinted windows. They stopped at a light, and a red, top less convertable pulled up beside them. The driver, a young blond haired woman, looked at him. She made a face, and he panicked, then remembered the windows were tinted. She poked the man sitting beside her and pointed directly at him. They both stared. "The windows are tinted but not black sweetie. That would be illegal." "Oh," he said. "Oh god." He looked at the couple, who were still staring. He took out his pacifier, closed one eye and stuck his toung out with his mouth open, and shouted "BlAAAAHHH!" They both laughed, and replied with the same look. The light changed, they drove off, and he put the pacifier back in his mouth. He turned forward and hunched over in the car seat.

Edward smiled at him, and held metal hoop with a joint and a pair of scissors. Kaden would have what it was for, but the notebook in his mouth kept him quiet. Edward bent down and pushed one of the straps between Kaden's legs. "Tsk tsk," he said as he wrapped another strap around his waist. "You really do stink, you know? Disgusting." He nodded. The smell and the feeling already made him gag, and each motion made it worse. He felt Edward cut a hole in the back of his diaper and pull the hoop through. "EEEP!" he whined as Edward yanked the hoop into the air, forcing the diaper into a painful wedgie. Edward held the hoop into the air, forcing Kenyan onto his toes. He felt Edward pat his backside and rub the mess into him, making his stomach turn. "Hmmm, again still intact. Even more impressive." "Back up," Edward commanded and pulled the hook backward. Kaden scuttled backwards as best he could until he had his back to the wall. Edward walked around to Kaden's front, put both arms around him, and grabbed the hoop with both hands. Kaden gasped as he pulled him up higher, pushing his messy diaper into him and forcing him on his toes. Edward strained. Kaden shouted as the diaper lifted him higher.. His diaper was forced even further into him, and he was taken completely off his feet into the air. It became a painful and disgusting wedgie and lifted him until he was handing a foot off the ground. Finally, Edward pushed his hands backward, and attached the hoop on his diaper to the coat hanger behind him. He groaned. He kicked his feet and groaned, but the couldn't do anything to change his situation. He knew the coat hangers Edward used, they were deliberately built with reinforcements in them, and he knew they would support him as long as his diaper remained intact. This left him in a humiliating, disgusting, and painful situation. His struggles only made the situation worse, and he gave up. He looked down sadly at Edward, who was laughing. "Ahh, enjoying that?" He asked. He backed away from him, where his head was roughly in line with Kaden' diaper. "I'm enjoying the view, but that smell is horrible." Kaden shook his head. The disgusting mush and padding being pulled into him made his stomach turn. Worse, it quickly became painful, and the feeling only got worse. Edward walked up to him, took the note book out of his mouth, and handed it to him. "Alright diaper boy. I have a task for you today. I have some clients coming, very special clients. They work for a kink company, the one that provided your special undies." He held up a spare diaper, with the same design as the one Kaden was wearing. "They claim they have created an extra strong adult diapers for use in kink play that won't fall apart or tear no matter how much you use them or pull them up, and want me to give advice to their new company. They gave some to me, and I said I'd have my secretary test them, which I've done. You are going to remain hanging there, testing their product, proving that they work and that I am a man of my word. He looked down at Kaden's diaper. "Seems they told the truth. No leaks," he said, pointing at the diaper. He blushed and whined again. "So, in appreciation, you are going to hang there, like that, when they visit. They will be expecting to see you. Take your notes, and record everything they do carefully. When they are done, be sure to thank them for it. Understood?" "Yes sir," he replied. "Good boy. They will be here in about ten minutes. Until then, try to get comfortable. Or uncomfortable, if you prefer."

"Good boy, exactly as I said it. Then you should be ready for my next order. I imagine you have to go to the bathroom now?" "Yes sir." "Then go. Keep your hands on your head and push everything into your diaper. Do that now without moving anything else." He looked back down at Kaden's diaper. He whined. He had been ordered to do humiliating things before. He had spent work days naked, or cleaning in a maid's dress. He had been given a tale and dog ears and lead around on a leash as he carried paperwork, or made to do his job with his hands attached to the sides in stocks. Even after all that, being told to wear and use a diaper took the games to a whole new level of humiliation. However, he always obeyed Edward, and the worse the orders the more eager he was to fulfill. He pushed, though in reality with all the pressure that had built he more just had to relax what he had been holding all morning. His stomach gave way, and amount of mush poured into his diaper. He winced as he felt up, inflating around him, and caked his skin. It only took a few seconds, but the damage was done. Kaden moaned at the release and was left panting, his diaper bloated and discolored around him, and the smell already hitting his nose. He blushed, and met Edward's eyes with a blush and a look of humiliated desperation in his eyes. Edward met his eyes smiling. He waved a hand in front of his nose to tease him. "Good boy Kaden," he reached behind and patted his's bottom, making him wince again at the disgusting feeling of the mush being patted into him. Edward walked behind Kaden as he remained obediently still with his hands on his head. Edward shoved a hand deep into Kenyan's diaper, making him gasp and groan in disgust. He released it then slapped it, making him gasp again. He spanked four more times, each time digging the mush more and more into him. He grabbed the top of the back, and lifted it. "EEEP!" Kaden shrieked as the diaper was pulled into him. Edward yanked it a few more times, then released him. "Did you count your spanks earlier, stinky?" "No," Kaden shook his head. "Tsk tsk, I always tell you about attention to detail." He shook a finger under Kaden's nose. "I gave you fifty. How many were you supposed to get?" He sighed but nodded. Of course he had done this. "Sixty." "Smart boy. I guess you are getting the last 10 in your dirty diaper. Assume the position." Kenyan groaned but bent back down as he had before. His stomach was already turning, dreading how it would feel. Edward once again put a hand on his back and used the other to rub his behind, though this time, the feeling was far worse. The slime and warmth pushed into him, and he tried not to move away. Instead of a smack, the first hit sounded like a squelch. "Ewww!" he shouted out, but Edward shushed him. The second smack made him wrinkle his nose and groan. The spanks were far less painful, as the soaked and swollen padding provided enough cover. Instead, however, the spanking took on a far more awful feeling as the spanking went on. After only the few smacks he had left, the pile in his diaper had become a far more disgusting, slimy mulch that sounded him. He looked back at Edward with a twisted, sickened look on his face, and Edward smiled back. "Still intact," Edward said, patting the seat of his diaper. "It's a well made product. Nice to have you to test it for me." "Yes sir, thank you sir," Kaden said. "Mhmm," Edward chuckled. "On your hands and knees." Kaden got down on all fours. This was more familiar territory, even if it felt different in his diaper. "You will crawl to your desk at the front, reach into the third shelf on the right, and get out your notebook and a pen. You will crawl back here with it in your mouth, the pen hooked onto the rings with the hook on the cap facing outward. I will be waiting here." Kaden crawled, feeling Edward's eyes on his messy backside as he did. He was used to crawling through the halls, though he had to admit the addition of the diaper added a whole new level of humiliation to the experience. It slushed and moved around as he crawled, making his stomach turn in disgust, but he kept going as ordered. He made it to his desk, got his notebook and pen as ordered, and held them in his mouth as he crawled back. He arrived back at Edward's office to see him waiting. "Well done, stinky. Now stand up and put your hands on your head." Kaden stood, notebook still in his mouth.

LOL thanks! And yes they are a cute couple "But..." "ANNND," she interuppted. "Since you're such a helpless little baby who can't do anything himself but also happen to weigh as much as a full grown man, albeit a short and scrawny one," "HEY!" "I don't think I can manage pants. So, your butt will be in pampers and nothing else. "But we can't do that! We're going into public! We agreed no one would see" He looked at the front door in panic. Now it was her turn to role her eyes. "Oh please. We'll be going from our front door to the then the car to their front door. Both buildings are surounded by trees and the windows of our car are tinted. No one will see your diapers who isn't into the kink and fine with it. So, as per her agreement, no one will see your widdle diapies." He paused, considering her rock solid logic. He saw absolutly no gaps, so went to his second to last resort. "NO!" he shouted, and began to crawl away. "Oohhh no, we aren't doing that again," she said. She leaned forward and scooped him up onto her shoulder, then lifted him high into the air. "OH SUDDENLY YOU CAN CARRY ME SOOO EASY!" He shouted. He hung with his ups straight on her shoulder, bottom forward, and head town toward her waist. She held him with one arm over it and another on his bottom. "Sudden burst of strength. Happens when dealing with babies. Its a well documented science thing." "Hmph," he said as she carried him toward, then out, the front door. "Better stop whining now that we are out, might attract attention to your diapered butt," she said, and gave it a pat to demonstrate. He looked to either side, blushing. She was right, their lot was surrounded by trees, there was realistically no way for anyone to see them. Still, the thought was stuck in his mind. He considered his options. His first, which was his last resort, was the safety word. However, with a well covered lot, he didn't think it was neccessary. Instead, he considered forms of bratting. Though the lot was covered, she was right that too much noise may attract attention, so whining or shouting wouldn't be a good idea. Fighting might lead to them both being hurt, and being able to overpower his Mommy wasn't within his role as "Baby." He considered making himself mess his diaper now that it was right next to her face. The smell would get to her pretty quickly, and it would be decent revenge. However, that would mean a car ride sitting in his own mess, followed by showing up to the nursery already dirty. More importantly, he wasn't sure that he could mess or not, his breakfast wasn't fully digested. So, he just slumped again, and ler her carry him. She opened the door to the car, and sat him down into his adult sized baby car seat, and locked him in. "Really impressive they can make these adult sized now." "Right? Really it should make no sense given the dimensions required and the size of a standard car, and yet here we are." She set the belts in, effectivly locking him in place. He sat waiting patiently as she left for the bags, and returned with them. She reached into one, took out a pacifier and a teddy bear, put the pacifier in his mouth and bear in his arms. "There, now be a good, quiet little baby while Mommy drives, ok?" "Not likely," he mumered from behind the pacifier.

Thanks! And good point. Unfortunatly due to trying to keep the free versions of this "cleaner", I can't specify.

LOL so he can just repeat the process? Maybe, though I think we all know where he belongs. But either way, no spoilers, final section is up so you can see what happens for real Three months had passed. Ryan looked out the window at the rising towers beyond. He breathed in fresh air, and sighed, smiling. He turned back into the massive condo. His pink skirts swirled as he walked through the house, making sure every inch of it was clean before Mommy got home. She would be there soon, probably with a friend, and he wanted to make sure it was perfect. He checked the curried meat in the slow cooker. He had become a much better cook since he had moved in- the state of his butt often depended on if his Mommy liked what he cooked. An alarm went off, marking the end of his free day. He grabbed his paddle and leash from where he kept them in the living room, walked to the front door, and knelt. As he had done dozens of times, he attached the leash to the collar he now permanently wore, and held the handle, along with his collar, in his upturned hands. He bent over. He checked his outfit. As a rule, his diaper should always be exposed. Today he was wearing triple layered bunny hops, covered by locking plastic pants he never held the key to. He had already filled them several times that day, and hoped that would make his Mommy happy. He waited. From that point on, it could be minutes, or hours, until she was home. His job was to remain perfectly still regardless, and a monitoring camera ensured he obeyed. As long as he never heard otherwise, this is how he spent the time from four PM until whenever she got home. Fortunately, it wasn't long until he heard footsteps. There were two of them, and from the weight he guessed the other was male. That told him Mommy had taken home one of her boyfriends. Depending on how the night went, he may be asked to join, perhaps help the man, or he might be left locked up in his cage, merely witnessing it as he struggled, helpless, with no relief. He hoped for the first- it gave him the best chance of reward. The door opened, and his Mommy walked in. She bent and took the leash and paddle from his hand. She put a foot under his mouth, and he kissed it. She moved aside, and another larger foot came under, which he kissed too. "Knees," she commanded. He snapped up into position. This position, also called "position 2", was normally what came next. It had him kneeling regularly, back straight, and hands on his lap. Mommy walked round to his back, and lifted his skirt. She tsked. "That is one poopy pamper, Diaper Girl," she said the name that now came to him as if capitalized, the name printed on his collar, the name he was most willing to respond to. "Pathetic. A 25 year old man in a dirty diaper. Lets decide if you've earned a change." "Yes mommy," he said. "Eyes," she said. He looked up at her. This was the first time since she came in that he saw her face, as well as the man beside her. He had seen him a few times, though he didn't know his name. The man in question liked proving he was dominant over Ryan, and Ryan had no issues accepting that role. However, the ways he did it could get rough, and Ryan gulped, thinking about what kind of night he was in for. Mommy reached down and cupped his face. "Alright then Diaper Girl. We are going to look around the house, and see if you made any mistakes or left any chores undone. Then, we will see the dinner you cooked us, and decide if we like it, or if its going in your pampers too. What we decide will determine if we punish you, and if we change you." "Then tonight, we will have some fun. You will eat early in your high chair, then take your normal place waiting on us. After that, Mommy's boyfriend has some things he wants you to do to help him get ready to please Mommy, and you will watch from your cage as we go about it. If, and I mean IF, you do everything perfectly, we might reward you tonight. Alright? Ryan nodded eagerly. "Good boy. Position 1." He put his head down, prone and bowing. "Position 2." He knelt back up as he was. She laughed. "Position 3." He lay back ward and lifted his legs in the air, then grabbed at his ankles. This was something his Mommy had shown him, and he had learned from yoga. It was called "baby pose." Aside from being a stretch, it left him particularly venerable, and always made him blush. When Mommy sometimes tied his wrists to his ankles in it, he became as helpless as he looked. "Hmmm," she said. "Diaper position." He switched his hands to his knees and held his knees to his chest. This was used for spankings, changes, or just to make him feel more helpless. She shook her head. "No, position 3." He switched back, and she nodded. "Good boy. That will do." She knelt down in front of him, and put a hand on his now exposed diaper. She rubbed the mess into him, and he moaned as her hand went back and forth. She took the pacifier from the string on his chest and put it in his mouth, then returned to rubbing his diaper. "Now, you will stay like this until we return, understand?" she said, and pressed hard on his diaper. She returned to her teasing, cooing voice, the same tone that had driven him mad on the first night. He nodded. "Good boy. I hope for your sake you did your chores and can have fun tonight, or you will have to stay in your dirty diapers allll night," she said. He nodded again. She stood up. "Good boy. Just stay like that stinky pants, Mommy doesn't want your smell following us around." He nodded agreement, and watched them leave. No matter what the result from their inspection was, he couldn't wait. If they came back to spank him, keep him in his dirty diapers, and lock him up for the night, he knew he'd spend the night panting and loving every sensation. If they came back to praise him, change him and let him join in their games, then it was even better. He lay back and sighed. He didn't know if there was a more perfect life for him.

"Let us never speak of that particualr diaper change again," he said. "The colors. I've never seen colors like that in a diaper, and I never want to again," she replied, and shuddered. Her and Jerry was standing outside the bathroom, he still in a t shirt and his now fresh diaper, and her holding her bags. "Oh right!" he said, suddenly remembering that he was suppsoed to be bratting. He sat flat down heavily on the floor. "Babykins, we need to go." He reached his arms up toward her, making grabbing motions. "I can't Mommy! I'm too much of a baby! You have to carry me!" "What!? No, crawl if you want." He made a show of trying to get to all fours, the collapsing on the ground. "I can't Mommy! it's too hard for a bratty little baby who needs to be put in mean daycares like me!" She roled her eyes. "Ohhh you are such a brat!" "I know Mommy! That's why I'm going to the Deliquent Daycare!" He remained lying on the ground with his hands in the air toward her. Mommy dropped her bags, then reached down and grabbed his wrist, then began to drag him accross the floor toward the door. He slumped down as much as he could, turning himself into complete dead weight to her efforts. "You... spoiled... pampered... brat," she strained. "Look mommy! It's like I'm dead! BLLAARRR!" he tilted his head back and stuck his toungue out. "Alright, here," she panted. "Mhmm. Say where are our bags?" "FUCK!" she said, and headed back to get them. "I don't think you are supposed to swear in front of babies! I'm impressionable, what if I say it now and its your fault!" "Then I'll rinse your mouth out with soap!" "That's not fair! It be your fault!" "Life isn't fair! And neither is soap!" As she walked to get the bags, Jerry slowly got back up on all fours. He began to crawl into the next room as quietly as he could. "WHAT?! You can move now! Come back here!" she shouted. "EEEP!" Jerry shouted, and got up and ran back into the kitchen. "NO! HEY! COME BACK!" Mommy shouted as she blocked him off around the table. He tried to dart to the right around it, then switched to the left. "Gotcha!" She shouted as she finally grabbed him by the wrist, and he stopped. "BLARG dead again!" he said, and slumped back down with his toung out. "Oh you. You are going to that daycare whether you like it or not," She began to drag him. "I think technically you are supposed to CARRY babies, not drag them. This feels wrong somehow." "Technically I'm also not supposed to change babies back into their old diapers, but you're verging on that too." "Eeep," he said, and went back to playing dead. They arrived back at the door, and she sat him down, then put his pants and shoes in front of him. She looked at him expetently. "Well?" "Well what?" "We are going out. You need your clothes." He shrugged and rolled his eyes. "Oh no Mommy! I'm such a dumb, bratty little adult baby I totally forgot how to get dressed! I think someone needs to do it FOR me!" She looked at him with her hands akimbo. "Alright, I can do that for my baby." She bent over down to his legs. "Huh." He said. That argument was far too easy to win, and he sensed she had something else planned. "First foot!" She said, and he lifted one. She put a sock on it. "Second foot!" She said again, and repeated the processed. "First foot again!" She said. He lifted it, and she attatched a shoe to it. "What?" He said, suprised. "And final foot," She picked up his last foot. "What about pants?" he asked. She tied his shoe laces. "And done!" "OH MY GOD WHAT ABOUT PANTS!?!" he shouted. "What about them? Babies don't need pants, they are fine in just their shirts, shoes, and diapers."

He groaned, but bit his lip again and held back his smile. He crossed his legs, then bent down to grab his ankles. A slight crunching sound reminded him of the other humiliating instruction he had been given for that morning. He smiled more, both at the humiliation and the knowledge Edward could make him do something so embarrassing. Also, it meant he may have a bit of extra protection for his punishment. He held his breath as Edward walked behind him. He felt Edward put a hand on Kaden's back. His other rested lightly on his bottom, and he felt Edward rubbing it up and down. Edward loved to grope him before his punishments, and Kaden loved knowing how he was being taken advantage of. WHACK! The first smack always took his breath away. No matter how many times it happened, it always came as a shock that he, a grown man, was being spanked as punishment. WHACK! The second one made him gasp, and he felt Edward rub him again. WHACK WHACK WHACK! Kaden closed his eyes and groaned. Edward was an expert and delivering his spankings on Kaden. They always started slowly, giving him time to realize what he was in for. Then, just as the knowledge really settled, Edward went full force. The blows got harder and faster as they went on. Kaden began grunting with each spank, then shouting, and was finally crying out loud as the blows rained down. Still, he held onto his ankles, and refused to move. Finally they stopped, and Kaden breathed out heavily. Edward rubbed his throbbing backside, enjoying the feeling of it. Kaden was confused. He hadn't been counting, but it seemed fewer spanks then he had expected. "Stand," Edward said, and Kenyan obeyed. Edward smiled at him. "Good boy. You took your spanking well. Now, I think I could tell from the feeling there that you obeyed my other order well." He bit his lip. "Yes sir." "Good boy. But let's check to be sure, shall we?" He reached into his pocket and dug out a key. "Put your hands on your head." Kaden placed both his hands on his head. He watched as Edward leaned down and unlocked the buckle on his pants. He pulled them down, revealing the thick, white diaper he had been ordered to wear. Kaden had never seen the kind before they arrived at his door, or even considered that they might exist. They were printed with baby blue band across the top with teddy bears dancing along them. He only then realized that they matched his suit and tie, and blushed at the knowledge that meant he probably wasn't going to be getting his pants back soon. He blushed at the thought of spending the day wearing a fine suit on his top half, but only a printed diaper on the bottom. The garment was humiliating enough on its own, the contrast made it even worse, as if his attempts at fine dressing was just a silly game. Edward was rubbing his hands around it, moving from groping his backside and his groin through the plastic material. Kenyan moaned and let his mouth hang open in pleasure. "Hmm. They look nice on you, very fitting. I think I'll put you in them again," Edward said with his eyes down at the diaper, and Kenyan shuddered at the thought. Edward then looked up and leaned in close to Kaden's face. "Did you follow my other orders Kaden, about breakfast?" "Yes sir," he moaned. "And what were they?" Kaden shuddered. He had a guess of why this order had been given, and was nervous to see if he was right. "That for breakfast I was to have three eggs, a bran muffin, an apple, some porridge, and a glass of prune juice, then coffee and water." "Did you eat it all?" "Yes sir." The meal had been far larger then he was used to, and far more then Edward normally told him to eat. It had more then upset his stomach, and he had been cramping and groaning by the end. "And did you follow my final instruction? What was it again" He shuddered again. This was more toward what he thought. "Yes sir." He sighed, afraid to admit it. "That between waking up and meeting you, I wasn't to go to the bathroom except to shower and wash my hands." The orders followed Edward's knack for pointlessly specific orders, except that, as was sometimes the case, Kaden worried there was a hidden reason behind them after all. His being ordered to wear a diaper, then being ordered to over eat and drink but not use the bathroom left him with only one idea of what he was going to end up doing.

"Let me see your watch." He held out his wrist. It was an analog watch, hand wound. Edward walked up to it, grabbed his wrist, and studied it. He sighed, looked at his own watch, then began turning it so that the hand moved backward. "Your watch was a minute ahead. That is the kind of imperfection that can sour a man's reputation, and the kind of imperfection you know I'm going to punish you for. You should have checked for that. I don't want my reputation to fail because I couldn't control my secretary. " "Yes sir." He hung his head. It was a discussion they had often. Edward was careful of maintaining his reputation, and ensured Kaden knew at all times how he reflected on him. He turned Kaden's wrist over. "Also, this is not an appropriate watch for you. I can't have my secretary wearing something that looks like it came from a dollar store." Kaden looked down. It was cheap, and a few years old, but he couldn't afford much more. "I will be sending you a better watch in the mail. When it arrives, you will first set its timer exactly to this watch, down to the second. You will then send me a message that includes a photo of it and confirms you followed my instruction, and you will wear it on your left hand, facing outward, tightened to the fifth hole, every day from then on. Understood?" "Yes sir." He bit his lip again when he went over the extreme details of the instructions. The instruction he got were always similar. In keeping with everything Edward did, they were specific and exact down to the tiniest detail, and he knew Edward would watch and punish any mistake. Those details were the most the most strenuous part of his job, and what he loved about working for Edward the most. "Now, look at the forms on my desk," he said, and pointed at them. Kaden walked up to the desk and looked at it. He winced again. They were printed out versions of paperwork Kaden had prepared for Edward the day before, to be sent out that morning. The forms were all marked in red. "Do you see the mistakes?" Edward asked. "Yes sir." "How many?" He counted. "Five sir." "Five mistakes. Here, you misspelled "awaken." Here, you used the wrong format for the date. Here, you used a period instead of a question mark. Here, you misspelled the client's name twice in a row. You understand that if I sent these out, it would look bad on me, right? You think my clients want a lawyer who can't spell?" "No sir." "I corrected them before sending them out. Still, its ten per mistake, so that makes fifty total. Understood?" Kaden hung his head. He was used to the treatment, but that was a lot of mistakes at once. Fifty was far more then he was used to getting at once. However, there was no denying Edward's instructions. "Yes sir," he said. "Assume the position." (Short up date, but I'll have more up this weekend. Sorry!)

"Sweetie, don't make Mommy mad!" "Well if I'm supposed to be a brat who needs to go to the Delinquant Daycare, then maybe I should play the role better," he was going to say. However, instead he got through "Well if... MMPH!" before another heaping load of beans was pushed into his open mouth. He glared at her. She glared back. He opened his mouth and spat out the beans back down his bib. "WAHH WAHH!" he shouted, rolling his eyes back. "Since I'm such a BRATTY BABY I've decided I don't want to eat Mommy's beans anymore! " "HEY!" she shouted, scooping the beans back up and shoving htem in again. "You eat that like a good baby!" He spat them out again. "But Mommy, I CAN"T be a GOOD baby if I'm going to the DELINQUENT DAYCARE. That's only for BAD BABIES. How can I be a good baby if I'm going there!" "OHHH YOU BRAT!" she said. "DO AS YOU"RE TOLD!" He turned his mouth away from another spoonfull, dodging it with his head left and right. "I can't! I have to be a bad baby since I'm going to the Delinquent Daycare! Only good babies do as they're told! This must be NORMAL for you!" She grabbed his head and held it in place as she pushed a spoonfull in. In reasponse, he lifted an arm up and swung it accross the high chair's table, knocking the food to the floor. "Oh you bad baby!" she shouted. She waved the spoon at him. "You are going to eat that off the floor, then you are going to the daycare where they will teach you how to be a good baby for your Mommy!" She said it again in the same tone of voice as earlier, as if quoting it off their website. "NO!" He shouted. He grabbed at the high chair table and shook it. "I'M A BAD BABY WHO NEEDS TO GET PUNISHED AT A MEAN DAYCARE! I'M GOING TO BEHAVE LIKE ONE! WAHHH!!" She slammed her arms down on the table to stop his shaking then put the plate, halfhazardly recovered with the food from the ground, back in front of him. He leaned back with his arms folded and glared at her, and she glared back. She pointed at the plate. "Now, listen buster. You are going to eat every bite of this food I made you are I will dump it straight into your diaper, then you'll HAVE to behave if you want a diaper change, so I'll make you eat a double portion. Make. Your. Choice." He knew it must look ridiculous to see him glaring while sitting in a high chair, wearing a bib, t shirt, and diaper, but he didn't care so he glared harder. Deciding on something more fitting, he stuck out his toung and blew "PHBBTTT!" at her, making sure to get some spittle on her face, and letting the eloquence of his counterargument speak for itself. She wiped it off carefully. "Ok, if that's the way you want to play it, one bean filled pamper coming up." She leaned toward him, pulled his back away from the high chair, and lifted the plate up. "NO NO NO I"LL EAT IT NO... AGGGHHH!" he shouted as the sloppy mess was dumped into his underwear. He leaned away from her and pushed his back against the chair, only to see her with his open baby bottle held in front of him. "No I'm sor.... EEEEP!" he shrieked as the smoothie was dumped into the front of his diaper. "Oh my god that's so cold on my freaking dick holy f..." "No swearing or your next meal will be a soap bar." "Fudgsicles. Cold like fudgeicles," he said. He settled back down into the diaper and felt the mixture of cold and warm food. "Ewww, this is even grosser then my normally messy diapers." "Mhmm," she said. "I think anyone with a nose and who isn't wearing them would disagree. So you'll finish your plate?" He sighed and hung his head. "Yes Mommy," he said, and she went back into the kitchen to cook again. He drummed his fingers on the high chair as he watched her, thinking of his options. He knew he would end up in the Delinquent Daycare of course. There was no changing that, espescially since she had already paid, and it seem at least a bit exciting. He had read into it before. It was explicitely an adults only kink service, simmilar to a dominatrix or BDSM dungeon. They had full facilities where they promised to bring submissives to their knees, generally themed diapers and littles. The punishments they described seemed to be all well above what he'd normally get, but that didn't mean he wasn't interested in pushing boundaries. However, there was no way he was going to let his Mommy off scott free for sending him there. She had effectivly checkmated his earlier bratting with the food-in-diaper manuever, as his role meant he'd normally never change his own diaper while his Mommy, and he didn't want to be in it for too long. With most of his dirty diapers, he had a play against her by using his smell to make her want him changed to, but he sensed that the smell of bacon and mixed berries wouldn't have the same effect. So, for now, if he wanted a diaper change, he needed to be a "good boy." However, she would have to change him before they left, which would give him plenty of opportunity for more bratting latter without the threat, and also knowing since they'd be driving to the nursery there wouldn't be much time for reprisal. If she tried to make him stay in it longer, he'd argue that their agreement on no dirty diapers in public unless he agreed should include "dirtiness" from undigested food as well as its digested counterpart. She put the plate in front of him, interrupting his plotting. She pushed a spoon toward him and said "Open for the choo choo train!" He opened his mouth and stuck his toung out while keeping his arms still folded. "New vehicle this time? Did the plane crash?" He said with a mouth full of food. "Nope! They've arrived at the airport and are heading to the hotel! Here comes a taxi from the train station!" He swallowed another spoonfull. He ate until his stomach was bloated and full, and finished the plates.

Depends on the commissioner. So far they only requested this much, but stated they might want more later. I'll let you know if I ever write more

Yes, I noticed that too. I always took it as his sense of humour, and that scatological things add to a type of horror as a "gross out" thing. He has some interesting discussions of types of horror and that was one of them.

LOL wow.

Sorry for late replies to this, but I remember something VERY simmilar to that in a Goosebumps make your own adventure. That first part in chapter 19 sounds almost exactly like something I'd write, except that he'd still be an adult, just in diapers anyway Wait actually? Whats the referecne to ABDL?

Jerry sat in his high chair, watching his Mommy make him breakfast. She walked back and forth accross the kitchen, taking a pile of food out of the fridge and setting multiple pans on the stove. He leaned with his elbow on the table of his high chair, bored. Normally he wasn't waiting that long. "Mommy, what's taking so long?" he whined. She looked at him, smiled and waved a finger. "Tsk tsk! Don't be a bratty little baby!" He rolled his eyes. "Sorry Mommy, I just mean, its taking longer then ususal. What are you making?" She looked at him again. "Eggs, bacon, beans, toast, and a fruit and berry smoothie with bran powder." He shook his head, suprised. "Oh, Mommy, I don't want all of that. Since when do you make that much for breakfast?" "Maybe I just want to make sure my baby is well fed." "Yeah but..." he tried to think of what she might be doing. It was far more then he normally ate, and more then he could normally stomach. "I don't think I want that much. I can't finish it all, its ok." "Oh, you will finish the breakfast Mommy makes for you. You're a growing baby and need your strength!" "Technically I stopped growing years ago and I'm just going to be lounging around in diapers all day." She laughed. "Nah, you're a growing baby who needs his strength, and we'll see about that." "Wait what?" he sat up straight in his high chair. "What do you mean? You said I could just play baby all weekend. I even got my cutest diapers on! See?" He lifted up his baby-blue shirt to show the colorful prints on his diaper, then wiggled his bottom to make it crinkle. "I mean we'll see about that. And you will DEFINITLY be playing baby all weekend," she smiled. He stared at her. "Yeah... thats... thats what I said. You know... cutest diaper." He pointed down at it. "See Mommy? Cutest diaper? And in high chair? Playing baby? What?" She smiled at him. "Yes sweetie, you look very cute in your Crinklz and high chair. Keep being a good baby ALLLL weekend." "Uh huh." Jerry had learned not to ask too many questions. Very often, seemingly innocent questions would lead to much larger questions like "How many spanks can Jerry take and still sit comfortably at the work the next day" and "do you REALLY need a diaper change right now, or is that more a personal problem?" This might lead to arguments, and he hadn't found a solid counter to the pure logic of "You're a baby and I'm the Mommy," and "I have the paddle." Instead, he watched her take out a plastic plate and pile a mountain of food onto it. Given how he was dressed, he was nervous about the use of a mountain of beans. Those didn't tend to play well with his gut, and since he'd be playing baby, the person feeding him would be in charge of changing his diapers. This lead him to the question: What possible benefit could Mommy have with ensuring his diapers ended up as dirty as possible? He gave a look of suspicion to the mountain of beans, eggs, and meat that was plopped in front of him, followed by a giant baby bottle full of blended fruit and berries. She tied a plastic bib around his neck. "Are we planning on just not eating again this week, or...?" Mommy smiled at him. "Just open wide for the airplane. You aren't getting out of that high chair until this is all down the hatch and on its way to your diapers." "What did my poor diapers do to deserve that?!" He pointed at the cartoon animals dnacing accross the front panel. "See? These poor guys!" She shrugged. "They are in diapers too, they'll understand. Now! Open for the airplan!" No sooner had he obeyed then the first spoonfull was shoved into his mouth, quickly followed by another. He kept eating, and as he did, he let his eyes wander around the kitchen. It was then that he noticed, to his suprise, that there two luggage bags set in the far corner of the kitchen. "Wait, Mom... Mpph," he said as another was shoved in. "What ARE we doing this weekend?" "I told you! You are going to play a little baby!" "Yes but what will YOU MMPH.." he swallowed another spoonfull "YOU be doing?" "What do you mean?" He pointed at the bags. "I mean that!" She looked over her shoulder. "Oh, that's nothing. Just a bag for me to go on a work conference this weekend while you are being punished in the Delinquent Daycare." "WHAT?!" he shouted, followed by another "Mmph" as more beans were shoved into his mouth. "The Delinquent Daycare?! You can't send me there!" She put a hand to her chin as if thinking. "MMM actually yes I can. Seems a perfect place to leave you, where you can play baby ALLL weekend." "But its not for me! It's for..." "Misbehaved abdls, littles, subs and sissies, to learn the benefits of proper obedience," she said, as if quoting. "And you, my little diaper boy, fit that perfectly as an ABDL and my sub." "Yes but... mmph... I'm not a brat!" "What are you doing now if its not bratting? Arguing with your Mommy isn't "Good boy behaviour." "MMPH," he rolled his eyes. "Ok yes but GENERALLY! I'm not misbehaved! I'm even eating all this insane amount of food for you! I'm the best behaved diaper boy in town! Ask anyone!" He folded his arms in a show of stubborn refusal. "You mean ask the huge number of people who definitly know you wear diapers and can judge your behaviour? Should we tell more to get a relevant number?" "ASK. ANYONE. Who knows already." He added the last part quietly. "Annnd who won't just lie to see me punished." "Sooo... no one." "Ummm..." She shrugged. "Eh. You can be a bratty baby sometimes. Anyway, every sub needs a reminder punishment once in a while. Yours will just happen to last all weekend." "All. Weekend!?" He gawked at her. "You hear what they do to subs there? Its so mean!" "Don't worry sweetie, Mommy will make sure you don't get anything which won't help you. Anyway, I'm not hearing a safety word, so I guess its what you want and where you know you belong." "Uh huh," he said. He looked at the food and swallowed another bite, then clamped his mouth shut. She pushed the spoon toward him. "Hey now! Don't be naughty! Open for the airplane!" She said in a sweet voice. He didn't budge.

Kaden waited outside the door, staring at his watch. "Come at 7:46. That is 7:46, not 7:45, or 7:47. You will wear exactly what I send you in your messages. If anything is off, you will be punished. Understood? " he had said. 7:44 Kaden bit his lip. Of course, he had agreed. Why wouldn't he? He was being paid to, and had to admit to himself he loved the orders. 7:45 and 30 seconds. He was wearing exactly what he had been told. Most of it was normal. A dark blue suit, with a lighter blue tie, the kind of thing anyone else would wear to the same job. Someone looking closely might notice it was far more expensive then he should have been able to afford on his salary, but it wasn't that strange for high level lawyers like Edward Greyan to buy clothes for their secretaries for looks. Traditionally those secretaries were women, but especially in the modern era, no one would question a separate choice. If someone looked even more closely, or, say, took some of the clothes off as Edward was wont to do, they may have noticed a few other things. They may have noticed the small, thin collar hidden under his tie. They may have noticed the tiny lock on his belt, which Kaden had attached at home knowing Edward had the only key. They may have noticed something else, which was what made Kenyan blush the deepest when he thought of it. 7:46. Kaden opened the door and walked in. He walked down the long hallway bordered on both sides by mirrors. Seeing himself, an his own shy, awkward stride, only made him more nervous as he approached the main office. "Good morning sir," he said as he entered. "Good morning Kaden" Edward replied. Kaden sighed in relief. No anger yet, so that meant no punishment. "Kaden, can you come into my office for a minute?" Edward said. Kaden closed his eyes and swore in his mind. Something was off. He entered the office to see Edward facing away from him, going over a pile of files on his own desk. Edward was everything Kenyan wanted and wished he could be. Successful, smart, and with the confidence and air to show it. While Kaden walked in short, shy steps, Edward strode with long, broad movements. He stood straight, suit and hair maintained perfectly, and spoke with an authoritative voice his clients had come to trust. Kaden stopped at the door. The instruction was "into my office," no further, and he was careful to follow it exactly. Edward shuffled through a few more papers. He picked a few out of the pile and laid them straight on his desk. Finally, he let out a quick sigh and began. "Kedan, what time is it?" Kaden swallowed. "7:46 sir," he said. He looked at the clock on Edward's wall to confirm. "Is it now?" he smiled. "And what is wrong with that?" "Ummm..." "Well?" "You said come in at 7:46." Edward turned to look at Kaden, who flinched at his gaze. "I did. And did you arrive then?" "Yes sir," he said. He paused. If he had, Edward probably wouldn't be asking. "I think so sir?" Edward sighed. "How long have you been standing there?" "Maybe a minute sir." "So if you've been standing there for a minute, and it is now 7:46, what time did you come in?" Kaden panicked. "But I checked my wa... Edward cut him off. "What time did you come in?" "7:45." "And what time did I say to come in?" "7:46 sir." "So you didn't follow my instructions. That is ten." Kaden flinched. "Yes sir."

She lifted him up and settled him in Sawyer's lap, and she untied him and removed his gag. As soon as he could move again, he curled in close to her, and hugged her, causing more awws and laughter from the women. Sawyer rubbed his back. "Good baby. You have fun diaper girl?" "Yes mommy," he said. "Did you learn your lesson?" "Yes mommy." "Good baby. Now, I think its bedtime for you so mommy can have fun with her friends, ok?" "Yes mommy," he said. "Say goodnight diaper girl, and thank them for helping you learn your lesson." "Goodnight!" he said. "Thanks for helping me learn my lesson." "Goodnight diaper girl!" they all responded, except for Jordan, who still referred to him as "poopy pants." Sawyer attached his leash to him, and led him, crawling, into another room. There, she sat on a chair, and patted her knee. Still obedient, he got up and settled down. She giggled. "Jeeze, you really do stink there diaper girl," she said, and waved her hand in front of her nose. "I know mommy." She reached beside the chair and took out a bottle of clear fluid. He stared at it nervously. She noticed, and said. "It's water. You can relax now sweetie. We are done humiliating you for the day. You will need water after everything you went through." She put the teat in his mouth, and he began drinking, happy to see it really was water. "So, are you going to do anything like that again?" He shook his head. "Good boy. Now, you have a choice." "You might be tempted to try to rat us out or report us to someone. However, first of all, we will respond with the evidence you've been stalking us, and charge you. Since I can DEFINITLY afford a better lawyer then you, and we will win." He nodded. The thought of trying to prosecute them had come to his mind, but he figured something like this would happen. "Next, if you try anything, we have countless videos of you crawling in diapers, wearing dresses, and begging to be humiliated. That will find its way online, and we will make sure you end up looking bad in each video." "So, for now, I'm going to put you in perfect adorable baby girl pajamas, and send you to bed. Tomorrow, you will have a choice. Either, you can get up, shower, go home in your regular clothes, and we will forget this happened. Or..." He listened attentively while drinking his bottle. "Tomorrow, if you wake up, call me mommy, ask nicely, and promise to behave, we can have more fun. I will send you home in your stinky diaper. There, you will film yourself cutting up each pair of naughty big boy boxers in your shelf and replacing them with more diapers. Then, you will pledge to me. If you do that, I will pay to have your stuff moved in here, and you will live as my permanent pamepered submissive. You will obey me, do my chores, do anything to please me, and I will punish you at will. In return, I will keep you in diapers and skirts tease you constantly since you clearly love them, and I will reward you whenever I think you've been a good baby." "Ummm..." he said. "Don't answer now," She said, and kissed his forehead. "Go to bed, we have a nice comfy cage for you to sleep in, and you will respond in the morning. Ok?" "Ok. Mommy, can I get changed now, orrr..." She laughed. "No, you're sleeping in that." She pressed a hand against the front of his diaper and rubbed it into him. "You are still being punished. You are going to sleep in your poopy diaper, laying all night in it as you get a rash, and wake up smelling worse then ever. I want you to be reminded of tonight every time you sit down and feel the painful diaper rash and spanking we gave you, and remember you are the only grown man who still has to worry about having a diaper rash on public." She pressed harder. "Plus that way, if you do decide to go home in it, you'll will have to wonder if anyone can smell your dirty, disgusting diapers, and know what a tiny, pathetic baby you are, and you can... He gasped and started panting. She looked at him with wide eyes. "Well, that was surprising. I guess I kind of know what you'll decide."

"Ok stinky butt, get to the door." Tony grumbled, but obeyed. He waddled as best he could to the door, where he was ordered to great all the new comers. "Are you sure I should be doing the greeting? Given how bad I stink?" He had considered phrasing it differently, but there was really no point. He knew from experience that if he didn't say it outright she'd come up with an even more embarrassing. "Well, I already told them what to expect, so I wouldn't worry," he blushed, realizing what kind of information she must have told them about him. "Anyway, we did the best we could with that, didn't we?" "Yeah, I guess so." The "best we could" was the reason he was standing with his legs spread apart. Three layers of diapers, each filled with a stuffer and powder, with plastic pants over them. His skirt spread wide out over the bulk, and walking itself became a chore. Even so, the smell of repeated messings hit his nose every time he moved. "Now, they'll be in soon. Every time someone enters, I want you to," she giggled. "Squat down low and give a nice curtsey. Let them know what a good sissy you are. Then, take their coats, and lead them into the living room, where I'll be waiting with the drinks and food you made." He sighed. "So you want me to squat each time they come in so the first thing they see is me helplessly messing myself?" "Yup," she patted his head. "See? Even sissy babies can be smart sometimes. Curtsey, fill your diaper a bit more so they can laugh at you, and stand back up." "Yes Mommy," he said. "Oh, and baby girl?" "Yes." "One more thing. Your shoe is unbuckled." "AWWW no mommy!" He looked down. She had put him in lacy white socks and platform shoes with patent leather bands for the visit, and he saw one was in fact open. "Fix it now." "Please mommy? I'm just a helpless little baby girl who needs help with her shoes." "Now." He put a hand to his mouth and opened his eyes wide. "I'm too much of a dumb baby to fix my own shoes Mommy, can Mommy do it please?" "I wan mommy to help! Pwease!? " he tried his best baby voice, which sometimes worked. She held a finger up. "Sissy girl. Fix your shoe or I'll bend you over for a spanking. Now." He looked down. In his current state, the "bending over" part would be just as bad as the spanking, especially if he was held there until the spanking was over. He sighed, closed his eyes, and squatted. He quickly fixed his shoe as he added more to the bulk in his diaper. Even with the multiple layers of diapers, the sound was barely covered. He knew Mommy would find many ways to get him squatting during the visit, and the entire group would know what he did each time. "Good girl," Ella said, and patted his diaper. He stared at the doorway, and heard footsteps coming up. Normally, these events were embarrassing. He knew this, however, was about to be a whole new level. He squeezed his eyes shut, and got ready for the laughter.