TheKyleMovie

Every year, there’s one. Every year there’s one little boy who stumbles into my web, innocently thinking he’s getting the experience of a lifetime. But instead, he’s just mine until I decide to let him go. It’s simple how it starts. You see, most of these young men are coming from a town a little north of here. It’s one of those crazy religious towns where even holding hands in public can get you the fury of the bishop. No doubt in this town, Sundays are not just for football. They’re for praying to the heavens, asking the Almighty to spare you from whatever cruel whim crosses the deity’s mind. They should have been praying not to discover me. Once they’re old enough, all the young men go away to college, and many of them come here. To this nice liberal arts college in Aviation City. We aren’t a fancy city like New York or Washington, D.C. But we are kind here. We have each other's backs, we tip our waiters, and most of all, we mind our own fucking business. No one is going to come over and ask you why they could have sworn they heard crying coming from my house all night last night as I made one of the boys punish themselves for not following my instructions while on campus. No, no one is nosey. No one cares. Except for me. Anyway, once the kids come to campus, I simply wait for them to come to me. It usually takes about four weeks after they’ve settled in. After they’ve tasted the college girls and discovered that even their tight asses and firm tits aren’t enough to quench the edge of their thirst. These men want diapers, they need the diapers. They need mommy. And I am mommy. One of them always reaches out and says they just happened to come across my services on the internet. They want to know more about it, and how I can give them a service. How I could baby them for a few hours here and there. The best part? Most of them seem to think that it’s their idea. But it’s really not. I ensure these babies see photos online of others who have come to my nursery, looking innocent and helpless in their cribs and high chairs. Outside in the grass playing, or even more deliciously, having their diapers changed in a park. This piques their curiosity, causes their small penises to twitch, and causes them to reach for their phones to send me a message. But what they don’t see is the bigger picture. When Timothy came to the nursery, he was helpless in his crib. I made sure of it. All it takes is a little dose of my special milk, and these boys have the functionality of a two-year-old. Timmy had flopped around on the floor for a few minutes while my reading group undressed him, shaved all the hair off his body (we can’t have hair on babies now, can we?), and then locked his tiny penis into a micro chastity cage. We then wrapped him in several thick diapers and left him in the crib that was in the living room while we continued our reading group. The helpless, scared look in his eyes was real. It wasn’t part of some fake session where it was just him and mommy. I don’t fake things. I give the real experiences these men need. Like when I changed Luke’s diaper in the park, right across from the campus. He had decided to ignore me when walking home from class one day, and I told him that I had no problem punishing him to remind him of his place. I think that because he was with his girlfriend at the time, he thought he could keep walking. But after some firm manhandling from my friends, he was over my lap on the park bench receiving 100 spanks, turning his bottom a crisp amber. By the time I was finished with him, he had no choice but to turn over and receive his diaper change in the grass while his speechless girlfriend looked on. “Watch closely,” I told the shocked women who had just stared, terrified and in complete disbelief. “You’ll need to do this all next week because this baby isn’t allowed to touch his diapers next week to remind him to be a good baby.” He was taped snuggly into his diapers and a booster and sent on his way without any pants. I can’t remember if his girlfriend changed his diapers all that week, but from then on, he always said Hi Mommy, every time he saw me. Even when he was with his friends. Because the punishments can get worse. But I get it. I understand. It’s hard to admit that you need a firm mommy to keep you safe, make you feel secure, and guide you into the discipline you need to successfully become the man you need to be. Besides, how could these boys know that this was the experience they were going to get? They probably thought I’d just change their diapers, give them some cuddles and send them on their way. But that would be irresponsible of me. Completely irresponsible. These boys need the full mommy experience to become the responsible adults society needs them to be. The first time they enter my house, I ask them what they want from the experience. Nine times out of ten, they tell me they really just want some diapering and the cuddles. You know, the usual stuff those boring mommies provide. I nod and ask them about their personal life. I need to know where they live on campus. Do they live alone? Do they live with a girlfriend? What classes are they taking? How often do their parents come and visit? I ask them these questions for their own good, so I can curate an experience that makes the most sense for them. For example, if their parents come to visit once a month, that’s the week I’ll be sure to make sure they are diapered. So they’ll remember who their real mommy is while they’re having polite conversations with the adults who failed them as a child. After they’ve answered all their questions, I tell them it’s time to do a quick inspection of their bodies. The men generally flinch at this. I’m not sure what they were expecting; they are here to be diapered,after all, I would be seeing their pee pees in due time. But this is different. I actually built a special room for this inspection. It’s filled with mirrors. But not just any kind of mirror. They’re actually slightly warped. You see, some of these men pull off their shorts with great excitement and strut into the room, certain the dick swinging between their legs will impress me. But while in the inspection room, their penises look tiny. Like little baby shrimp nestled between their legs. The mirrors aren’t magic or anything, but each of these wannabe men gasp at their sight and I take their penises and sigh with disappointment. Before they enter the room, I fit each boy with a collar that keeps their necks straight. I tell them it’s because posture is critically important, and that will be the first lesson they will learn while they are with me. They will have good manners; they will have good posture, and they will be good for mommy. Zach was terrified when he entered the mirror room for the first time. He kept trying to look down to see if what he saw in the mirror was real. His shrimp penis in the mirror was a respectable size in the real world, but I didn’t need him to know that. Boys with big dick energy were problematic enough already and needed to be taken down a peg or two. So I just put the small cocklet between my fingers, asked him if he needed tweezers to masturbate, and demanded he explain himself. Zach stammered out an apology which caused my heart to explode in joy. He was sorry for having such a small penis. He hadn’t realized it was so small. Zach was stumbling over his words at this point, fumbling with my reality and his perception of reality. I asked him what it was I was holding between my fingers. “It’s my dick.” I glared at him from the mirror. “No, it’s not. What did we just discuss?” “I.. I… am… sorry, ma’am?” He thought I was upset that he had not called me ma’am. I had been very clear, I was mommy. Not ma’am, not Miss Jessica, not Mom. I was mommy. I squeeze his balls set him straight. “My penis mommy,” Zach winced, still looking in horror at the tiny penis I was holding. “I don’t think this is a penis now, is it?” I still held onto it with my delicate fingers. “Mommy?” He was confused. They usually are at this point. None of them asked for this. But then again, people rarely ask for what they need. “This one-inch, thing looks more like a pee pee than anything else. Limp and harmless.” Zach gasped. He didn’t want to say that. So I just hit his balls once. “It’s my baby pee pee, mommy.” “I want you to tell me that you don’t have a penis. Only grown men have a penis. You have a baby pee pee.” Zach said it, a tear rolling down his cheek. I smiled and had him say it about fifty more times before I was satisfied. The mirror always made what happened next easier. I kept them in the collar for their first diapering. The less they see their penis, the better. I don’t want them to get any ideas. Some of my boys I’d put in chastity while I had them on the bright pink nursery table. For others, I’d just tuck them down so they can’t get those nasty erections they all tend to get during their first diaper change with me. All of them get the suppository. I needed them to realize what it was like to be my helpless babies for a while. They were asking for it, after all. Take Brandon’s application for a session with me. He said he’d “like to know what it’s like to be a baby for a few hours.” The poor guy even said he wanted to feel helpless like a baby. Evidently, his life was stressful enough as it was, and this was one way he could get that relief. I’ll be honest. I know why they’re asking for these things. It’s because they read too many AB/DL stories on Reddit and those other sites. They think that the young man can just go into a nursery, tell the Mommy what he wants, and at the end of the day, go home after a mind-blowing orgasm. But babies don’t have orgasms. That’s for adults only. No babies have to sit in their mess until an adult notices they need to be changed. They are snapped into baby onesies because it’s easier to keep their clothes on that way. And they’re strapped onto changing tables, because god forbid the baby roll off during a diaper change. Brandon was put off by the mirror room and squirmed and whelped when I slid both suppositories into him. I guess he’s not used to Mommy putting fingers in his “no no” place. But once I got the diaper taped on him and the plastic pants rolled up his legs, along with the locking harness so bad babies couldn’t get their hands in trouble, I sent him into the playroom to have some fun. The playroom was a room I had custom-built in my house. The architect was puzzled at first, when I insisted on supersizing the proportions of the room. I wanted the windows to take up each wall so they were floor to ceiling, I had a few baby mobiles installed throughout the room that were larger than life. But the thing I was most proud of, was the floor. It was extremely bouncy, making it nearly impossible for a baby to walk across it, let alone one of my larger babies who were wearing a thick diaper and booties. Every now and then, one of them would figure out how to stand up. But I knew how to nip that in the bud pretty quickly. A pair of spiky locking booties always did the trick. I loved watching them take a few tentative steps, insisting to me that they could walk with no problem, only to discover after a few steps they’d need to crawl on their hands and knees. But Brandon was a fun one to watch. About twenty minutes into playing with the toys in the room, he got this look in his eyes. It was just about then I’d leave the room and tell him I’d be back in an hour or so. I closed and locked the door behind me, but not before I pressed the button on the wall that allowed the shades to rise. That’s when Brandon saw that my house backed onto a busy street corner where students were walking about, minding their own business. And my windows were perfectly in view for everyone. What he didn’t know was that no one could see in, but there was no need to tell him that. He needed to focus on not messing his diapers for mommy. This was always my favorite part, watching these babies begin to bang at the door with their mittened fists, or just break down in tears, knowing they were about to make a massive, smelly present for mommy. The suppositories were a special blend of mine. I made them myself. They were slow to release so each of my babies would be messing several times over the next hour. The first time was humiliating. The back of the diaper proofing out with a massive mess. The second time was demoralizing. The diaper just continued to expand while the wearer realized that they had absolutely no control. By the third and fourth time, the little ones were absolutely sobbing, realizing that they’d already spent a significant amount of time in the diaper and that there was no sign of mommy coming back anytime soon. They always cried. They always pitched a fit. They begged they pleaded. But best of all, all of them thought that the people on the street, the ones living their lives and minding their own business, could see them do their infantile deed. After a while, I’d return to the nursery and the now humbled men would look in my direction and beg for someone to change their diaper. Sometimes I’d say yes and drag them over to the changing table next to the window. But other times I’d say that I needed to run a quick errand and that’d I’d be back soon and instead help them into the giant crib next to the window. I’d tell them that they needed to be safe, so of course, I’d strap them to the crib mattress on their back, and give them a pacifier to suck on. No one wants babies who will spend all day crying. Even if they did need a change. But my favorite thing to do was to ask my babies if they needed a change, have them beg for one, and then reveal that my guest who was over would change them because “mommy is busy and just doesn’t have time.” They’d beg for mercy at that point. They’d insist that this wasn’t what they wanted, this wasn’t the plan, and this wasn’t what they paid for. But I know what they needed. I know these men need to be just like babies. This is why when Tommy was in the nursery, I brought the woman he had slept with the week before into the room to change his packed pampers. He had begged for a change and was about to get the most humiliating change possible. *** Wanna see more and read part two? Check it out: https://www.patreon.com/darkstoryhouse

Okay, this one was pretty funny. And hot. I really like how it’s “just her” and the power she has over him. The idea that he needs to control himself around her but simply can’t is a pretty fun idea. There is one line, “He had to change his pull-ups in the bathroom–twice–but had a great night otherwise,” which made me wonder if he’s actually still getting pleasure out of this. But cute, fun short story.

If you read the other stories you might recognize Dr. Vicker…

I’m glad you loved the story. Makes my heart swell. If you like the TSA portion, you’re gonna love the Incontinence Program. So much TSA in here it’s not even funny. It’s scary.

@Babypants nothing I write ever dies. Thanks to the homies for supporting me on Patreon. Your support makes it so I can continue writing these fun stories. It's just $10 to get some fun content of those trapped in their deepest fantasies: patreon.com/darkstoryhouse Here's the final chapter. *** Once in the room, Nancy (Klein learned her name as they walked up the stairs) explained what had happened. Nancy had approached Stella’s vendor table, and Stella had told her that she knew exactly what she wanted. Stella knew what she craved beyond anything. Nancy had to admit, she was intrigued. She had been searching for a way to experience what it was like to be what she called: Full Baby. That meant a complete loss of control. And Stella had promised her exactly that with her hypnosis. Sure Stella gave her the usual warnings about “hypnosis only working if you want it to” and some more stuff, but Nancy knew this was what she wanted. Only, as she explained to Klein, this wasn’t what she expected. She thought she’d only lose the nervousness that came wanting to express her little side. Nancy was a bit too uptight in her self-assessment. She wanted to lose that part of herself while at the Con so she could express herself easier. However, Nancy stupidly didn’t realize that the tapes would leave her confused and squishy throughout the day. The hypnosis had done something to her. Nancy had been playing with her partner, and he’d brought her to an orgasm in her diaper, and suddenly, while she was reaching the peak climax, she found herself uncontrollably messing her diaper simultaneously. The orgasm had been so strong, that it had left her babbling like a baby for the next half hour, unable even to utter a single adult sentence. “That… scared me,” Nancy admitted to Klein, whose eyes bulged out of his head hearing that news. He had not yet tried to cum after listening to the tapes, but did not want that happening to him. For a moment he wondered if that would be his fate. Except… that’s not what he signed up for. Nancy however, continued. “I thought it was a fluke, until it happened again. It appears that every time I have an orgasm, I’m left hopelessly babbling like a baby for the next half hour. No control of my bodily functions, no control over speech, just drooling baby. Like… it’s hot, but it’s not what I wanted. I wanted to be in charge of when I got into little space.” Nancy finished and Klein realized she had a hard time looking and had a hard time looking him in the eye. No doubt the poor woman was embarrassed. “So do you know how to find Stella? Do we know anything about her?” Klein tried to change the subject slightly, determined to be a solutions oriented person today. But Nancy seemed to be one step ahead of him. “I’ve been watching the parking lot and that’s (she pointed to a car in the parking lot) her car. She has to get into that car when it’s time for her to leave. So when we see her leave the building, we can confront her.” Klein nodded. “That sounds like a plan. But what if we went to the front desk and just asked for her information?” “I’m not an idiot. I tried that already.” “And they didn’t help?” “Private information dude,” Nancy said, gesturing around. “Especially this week.” Klein nodded and stared aimlessly out the window, nervous that this plan would not work. What if Stella didn’t leave the building, what if they spent the rest of the day in this shitty three star hotel together, just staring out the window watching people walk by. Klein noticed a man walk out of the hotel in full little gear and grimaced. There were rules about idiots like that who had no problem exposing themselves to an unconsenting public. The man waddled down to the stoplight and even from Klein’s view, he could see the thick diaper protruding through his legs, a clearly full diaper that the onesie struggled to contain. Klein rolled his eyes and had that sick feeling in his stomach. “Um… Klein?” Nancy’s voice shook him from his trance. “Did you just?” Klein panicked and reached back to his diaper and placed his hand on his bottom. Indeed, he had messed himself again without realizing it. Fucking Stella, he thought to himself. “Yeah, it’s a symptom of the hypnosis,” Klein said. His voice was soft and he wanted to cry, but resolved that it wasn’t happening in front of Nancy. “Do you want help changing?” Klein nodded. Nancy waddled out of the room and returned back to room with a towel that she laid on the bed, along with a plastic bag, no doubt to stash the freshly used diaper inside of. Klein gingerly laid back and felt the mess ooze up his backside, causing him to feel like a complete baby in the process. He could not help it, but he felt his boner start to grow in the front of his diaper as this extremely cute woman unsnapped his plastic pants, onesie and began the process of peeling the tapes from the front of his diaper. “Do you have the same side effects?” Nancy asked as she opened up the diaper and revealed what was inside. If Nancy noticed the smell, she didn’t give any indication to Klein that she did. Instead she grabbed the wipes, had him left up and attacked the mess in front of her. What Klein thought was clever, was that she laid another diaper underneath him to ensure nothing fell onto the towel or mattress. It also meant they only needed to make minor adjustments. “What do you mean?” Klein was looking away towards the wall. But Nancy decided to show him instead, she ran the soft, creamy baby lotion over the head of his penis, taking great care to spend plenty of time near the top. Klein gasped at the silky, soft and tantalizing feeling of her warm hands, emphasized by the lotion. If Klein were honest with himself, he hadn’t quite had the CapCon experience he had been expecting. One where he could get out all of his kinky energy during this one weekend of fun and have intimate sexual contact with several friends in the process. Nora kept going, rubbing her hand up and down and watching his facial expressions like a pro. “I’m wondering, if you cum, will you spend the next half hour babbling hopelessly like a baby?” Nancy asked softly, nearly purring in his ear. Each stroke she pulled up and town teasing out the moment. Klein twitched as he felt the thick diaper underneath him slightly cup his bottom, the scent of the baby lotion and baby powder erotically tickling his senses. Even Nora, while dressed as infantile as possible leaned over, her cleavage poking out slightly from the empire cut on the ruffled dress, managed to cause him to stiffen like a cinder block. In no time at all, Klein was ready to have his first orgasm of the weekend. Except, Nora withdrew her hand quickly, leaving him bucking his hips in the air only to receive nothing in return. “Stella is there!” Nancy screeched pointing towards the window. Without waiting for him to react, Nora wiped her hands on a towel and pulled the thick diaper up between his legs and fastened it tightly around Klein’s waist. She then snapped his plastic pants and onesie up and grabbed her cell phone from the dresser. “Come on Klein,” she yelled, grabbing the trash bag and heading to the door. “Stella’s headed to her car.” *** Stella was sympathetic to Nora’s story and looked amused for a moment as she made the woman recount what exactly had happened to her when she oragasmed. Klein could have sworn that the corners of her mouth turned up at the orgasm remark. “I didn’t know that was going to happen.” Stella said as they re-entered the hotel, flashing their badges to the bored looking security guard who kept everyone else out. “Did you follow the instructions that I gave you?” Nancy nodded solemnly. “I did exactly what you told me to do. I put the tapes on and listened overnight and the next day all this stuff started happening.” Stella shook her head. “No… you’re supposed to listen to the tapes for an hour and then the next day two hours and ease your way in.” The room was silent at this news. So was this mistake… user error? “The instructions are clear, you can’t do anything else around the time you listen to the tapes, otherwise your brain might map your wants to the tapes and then disaster happens.” Stella pointed to Nancy who looked shocked. “I’m willing to bet you and your partner had sex the next morning because you were so horny after the tapes “worked.” Nancy looked sheepishly around the room for a moment and nodded quietly. Stella shook her head and pushed her glasses up. They had begun to slip down her nose during the conversation. They were unusually large for a modern woman who seemed to know how to manipulate the minds of those who listened to her tapes. “Is there a solution?” Nancy asked. “Yeah, I have another tape you can listen to in order to fix this one. It’s tricky. You can’t just listen to the tape in reverse. I have to reengineer another one to counteract the effects of this one. You’re lucky I’ve made this one. Every year someone makes a mistake.” Hopeful, Klein perked up. “What about me?” Stella signed heavily, causing Klein’s stomach to drop. “I haven’t mixed the right tape yet.” “But you can, right?” Klein felt his diaper fill again without his awareness. The mess caused his diaper to sag and he felt the infantile mess clinging to him between his legs, a reminder of his babyish deed. “It’ll take me some time, but I’ll give you my cell number so we can try and make something that will work. But just warn you. It’ll take some time.” Klein’s heart sank. He had expected this to be solved before he got on the plane tomorrow morning. But he could figure this out over the course of a few days. “So a few days?” Klein asked optimistically. Stella launched forward as Nancy looked on. “It’s not easy Klein.” Stella pushed up her glasses. “Nothing good is ever easy. I would say… a few months?” Even Nancy grunted at that noise. Klein felt his stomach fall. There’s no way this could be happening to him. All he had wanted was to feel like a baby when he woke up. Now he was forced to mess his diaper without knowledge for the foreseeable future. How was he supposed to live like this for three whole months while Stella tinkered with her computer trying to solve this? But the woman had an idea and seemed optimistic. “You might not exactly need my tapes to get better Klein.” Stella pulled out her phone and typed a few things on the screen and showed it to him. On the screen was the name of a doctor, Dr. Viker, who seemed to specialize in urology. Klein groaned slightly at the thought of having to whip out his insurance card to solve this problem. “There’s this program that people can use, kinda like a diaper delivery service for a pretty affordable price that can facilitate potty training. Generally it takes about three to six months to get it completed, but I hear it’s worth it. There are plenty of services like it across the nation, but this one is the most popular one I think.” Klein nodded and numbly accepted the information. “Are you sure you won't be able to figure this out in the next week or so?” Stella stifled a laugh and took her phone back. “Klein, you can keep messing your diapers for a few months or take matters into your own hands. I will work as fast as I can on my end, but you’re an adult, it’s called an adult baby for a reason.” Klein rolled his eyes. That stung a little bit. But she had a point. Klein resolved to give this doctor a call so he could give the potty training service a try. Stella eventually said her goodbyes to the team and Nancy, who had gotten what she needed, grinned and promised to stay in contact with Klein. Klein nodded and accepted the hug and began the process of packing up his room so he could catch his early flight home. Klein was grossly aware that his life had changed ever since he had gotten his wish. Every step of his ride home reminded him things were different. Klein had to put on an incredibly absorbent diaper and a pair of plastic pants that morning to ensure he could make it to the airport without soiling the Uber driver's car. Klein was stopped at TSA by the agent, after his soaked diaper set off the alarm. Klein had to change diapers right before his flight to ensure he wouldn't leak during the cross country journey. When he got home, Klein realized in horror he had messed himself on the ride home from the airport and needed to change before he upacked. That night as Klein lay in bed, he decided he would call Dr. Vicker first thing in the morning. He’d have to order another case of diapers as soon as possible as well because at his current rate of usage, his hobby had become a lifestyle. Klein turned over with a squish, drifted off and dreamed of the ocean. ***

Light flooded into the hotel room. Klein sat up instantly, clutching his throat. For a second there, he had felt like he was drowning. The light was harsh and burned his eyes. Klein realized he had been coughing as if he had been dunked underwater at the pool. Klein turned over and then felt it. The diaper between his legs was swollen. It was completely wet, soaked beyond capacity. There was a small but easily identifiable wet spot on the hotel bed. Klein sat up and pushed his fingers onto the diaper’s bulging front. The plastic gave a crinkly squish and ballooned back out. Klein wigged his legs in full excitement and laughed to himself. He had achieved absolute victory. The file had worked. He had wet the bed for the first time since childhood and felt very good about it. Klein made a mental note to make sure he listened to the file again the next night to make sure the file took. He had read before that repeated hypnosis was the key to success. Klein then hopped into the shower, changed, and headed out to the convention for the rest of the day. That night, he shoved his headphone back into his ears and fired up the recording again. This time the ocean waves crashed around him again the voice purred into his ears that he needed the diapers, that the diapers were there to protect him. Klein followed willingly. He let all the resistance go in his mind. But once again, he heard the voice deviate further into the sinister. “You can’t control your bladder…” the voice insisted. “You need to do everything in your diapers… everything… You are a baby.” Klein woke up startled again. The light-flooded his eyes, nearly burning them. He was coughing again, gagging even. Once again, his diaper was saturated. Full. This time he had been smart and laid a puppy pad underneath him to catch any leaks. Klein enjoyed the sensation for a while and then got changed for another day of fun at the convention. Only, not everything went as planned. Especially in the trampoline room. The trampoline room was a recent addition to CAP this year. The enture room was built like a trampoline theme park. People were jumping up and down on the trampolines, bouncing off the walls and falling over in complete silliness. When it was Klein’s turn, he squatted and jumped. His feet hit the trampoline again, and he jumped up, the momentum carrying him higher than before. At the next jump, he felt a strange sensation deep within his abdomen and fell on his diapered bottom with a squish. Panicking slightly, Klein hobbled off the trampoline and waddled straight to the bathroom. Each step he made confirmed what he prayed wasn’t true. It was as if someone had dumped a jar of peanut butter into his diaper, right between his legs, and then sent him on his way. Only, this was not peanut butter. Klein looked into the mirror and checked the back of his diaper to see it poofing out considerably in the back. There was slight discoloration. Klein waddled quickly up the stairs back to his room, doing his best to avoid other people. He knew the convention, with all of its confusing rules had one consistent rule. No messing allowed, and he wasn’t about to run afoul of that policy. In his hotel room, Klein showered, changed, and rejoined the party. It seemed like no one had noticed the accident earlier. Klein chalked it up to having too much fun on the trampoline. He was sure it could happen to anyone. But in the back of his mind, Klein had to wonder if the file he had listened to had anything to do with it. He had a hard time remembering what exactly the file had been telling him the night before… Klein resolved right then and there that he needed to stop listening to the tapes. There was no good reason for him to continue listening to them now that he had fulfilled his bedwetting fantasies. Stella’s tapes had worked. Except, Klein would realize life is never that simple. That night Klein had to double diaper himself before bed to ensure he didn’t leak. The diapers were comically thick at that point, forcing him to lie on his back staring straight up at the ceiling. He wondered who was in charge of cleaning this hotel. For the first time, he noticed cobwebs on the fan that rotated quietly above him. Klein’s mind kept gesturing back to the tapes, wanting to listen and hear the voice sitting behind the ocean. Klein shook his head. No way was he listening to the tapes again. He had what he needed. He had what he needed. But that night, Klein dreamed of the waves again, the voice softy tickling his ears, the deep pulse working its way through his mind. The voice was so soft that he couldn’t understand it, but his mind felt a pang of hunger and dependency he had not quite felt before. Once again, Klein woke up wet, coughing and confused. How had he listened to the hypnosis tape when he didn’t put in his headphones? He reached up to his ears and pulled out his AirPods, realizing that he must have put them in during his sleep. Klein was startled, accepting that he must have made this move subconsciously. Klein reached down and felt his thick diapers. Both layers of his MagaMax diaper were soaked. There was even some slight leakage on the pad he had put down. After relishing the feelings for a moment, Klein took the diaper off, showered, and joined his friends for breakfast. But once again, he felt a bit funny while in the elevator. The person next to him gasped. “Are you kidding me?” They asked, covering their nose in disgust. Someone else in the elevator shook their head. “Not cool, dude.” Klein reached to the back of his diaper and felt the mess that had invaded his posterior. The mess that he had just made without realizing it. The mess he had just made in an elevator full of people. Klein felt embarrassment well up inside him as the elevator continued to travel down to the bottom floor. The elevator was notoriously slow. On each floor, there would be a ding, the door would open, and new people would spill inside, take one look at him and leave. Klein was paralyzed with fear. Each person, in turn, gave Klein disappointing glares, frowning as they exited the elevator, resolving to take the stairs instead. Klein decided right then and there that he wanted to go back to his room and change. He could not be seen in a dirty diaper at CAPCon; that was grounds to be kicked out and banned for life. Once the elevator got to the first floor, he waddled straight to the stairs and began to climb to the sixth floor. Klein realized, unlike the day before, there was a bigger load in the back of his plastic padding and felt a slight panic well up inside of him. Each step he took up the stairs, Klein felt the back of his diaper holding him back, stretching the leak guards to the back, squishing between his thighs. Klein was praying that no one would enter the stairwell as he finally reached the sixth floor and waddled his way to his hotel room. Once inside, he ripped off his diaper, showered, bagged up his trash, and took it outside. Klein was sitting in a classroom listening to a social media panel when someone tapped him on the shoulder and asked him to come with them. Klein obliged and was led into a conference room. He sat down with a squish that surprised him. Klein hadn’t remembered wetting his diaper. He brushed the curiosity aside as the two people explained to him that they needed to give him a warning. They told Klein that messing was strictly prohibited at the convention outside his hotel room and that they had gotten several complaints. The two facilitators warned him he’d be kicked out of the convention without a refund and put on the banned list if this behavior continued. Klein nodded and bit his lip slightly. He hadn’t meant to mess his diaper. He hated messing. It had been a complete accident each time it happened - a legitimate accident. Klein tried to explain it to the people chastising him, only to be told that unless he had fecal incontinence, that was no excuse. Klein nodded and resolved to be more careful. He simply needed to watch what he ate. Clearly, the sugar he’d been eating the last few days had gotten to him in a profound way. But the problems continued. By lunchtime, Klein’s diaper was soaked again, and he was having difficulty remembering wetting. Ater a quick change and some time spent in the notorious ball pit, he felt that sinking feeling in his abdomen again, only to realize with panic he had once again messed his diaper. Klein excused himself and rushed upstairs to his room to change before anyone noticed. Klein decided to stay in his room for a little while and focus on the situation. He had messed his diaper several times in the last few days of this convention and found himself constantly dribbling in his diaper without noticing. Clearly, he had gotten too comfortable with wearing the diapers. All the excitement of the convention caused him to just release like this. So Klein did the only logical thing. He reached for his underwear and pulled on a pair of jeans. He wouldn’t be wearing a diaper for the rest of the night. Only that was a bad idea. A few hours later, Klein had soaked right through his underwear and jeans and was left dashing back to his room to remedy the situation. By this point, Klein was panicking. Why did this keep happening to him? The hypnosis was supposed to make him a bedwetter not fully incontinent. Those were two very different things. Had the tapes just been way too effective at their job? Klein frowned, returned to his laptop, and again pulled up the website. There had to be an explanation. Klein reviewed the tape he had chosen and for the first time, realized that it said that it offered full incontinence and not just bedwetting. Klein gasped and shook his head. This had to be some sick joke. He thought back to Stella’s warning and frowned. He needed to find her as soon as possible to clear things up. Klein looked down at the swollen diaper between his legs that bulged out in the chair, the leak guards flexed to the max, and the wetness indicator a bright blue. Klein resolved that he would find Stella at her booth tomorrow and solve this once and for all. Before he double-diapered himself for bed, Klein deleted the file from his phone. He’d find her first thing in the morning. *** Klein woke up with the lingering sound of waves in his head and the soft tones of the voice in his mind. He stretched and felt his wet, thick diaper between his legs. Only this time, things felt different. His mind was foggy and felt heavy. There was a squishy sensation between his legs that wasn’t just wet. There was no doubt about it. Klein had messed himself in his sleep. And this terrified him beyond belief. Klein waddled over to the shower and washed up, making sure to clean every bit of himself. In the shower, he thought about the game plan for the day. He would diaper up, use plenty of powder, and this time wear a onesie over his diaper. No more just diapers for him. If he messed himself on accident, people would know. He resolved to wear a pair of plastic pants over a Megamax which should hold in the smell. Klein didn’t realize how much his mind had already shifted to accommodate his brief stent of incontinence in such a short period, but he couldn’t take any chances. Klein wasn’t risking being kicked out of the convention. The facilitators had already warned him before. Klein glanced at his phone and say the vendor space was set to open in a few moments. He squeezed the front of his diaper area and could tell he was already slightly wet. He grimaced slightly and headed for the stairs. He wouldn’t take the elevator again if he could help it. At least he’d get his leg exercises in. Klein entered the vendor space and searched for Stella’s table. Only where the table used to be, there was no one there. The table was empty. Just a chair and a dusty tabletop. “Excuse me?” Klein asked a nearby table vendor, feeling slightly panicked. “Have you seen Stella’s Sleepies?” The vendor looked puzzled and shook his head. “She was here yesterday,” Klein insisted. “Sorry, dude, I’m a little busy,” the vendor gestured to the line in front of him. “But if you could just-“ But the vendor ignored Klein and focused on the queue in front of him. Klein stamped his foot in frustration. Fuck. Where was this woman? Klein had the sudden crippling sensation of anxiety pile up in his mind. What if he couldn’t find her? What if he was stuck hopelessly messing his diapers twice a day for the rest of his life? Sure he had the most tantalizing fantasies of becoming a bedwetter, but he had no interest in living a life like this. One where he had to wear thick diapers during the day or risk embarrassing himself in public. Only, he’d be embarrassed either way, right? Right now, the way things stood, if he didn’t wear a diaper, he’d end up flooding his pants… or worse. If he wore a diaper that protected him fully, the bulge would be noticeable. He needed help and soon. There was only a day or so left of this convention, and he had no idea who Stella was. No way to reach out to her to reverse this condition. As Klein stood next to the empty table, pondering his next move, he felt a soft tap on his shoulder. Klein quickly placed his hand on the back of his diaper, fearing that he had messed himself again without realizing it. Only a slight press told him there wasn’t a mess in the back of his diaper. He did feel a slight squish of wetness, however. Klein turned around. A woman was standing there. She had thick brown hair and wore a poofy dress. There was a pacifier clipped to her dress that dangled past her chest. The woman carried a stuffed rabbit with ginormous floppy ears. She looked like someone who came to these conventions and spent most of their time on the nursery level. While Stella reeked of adult, this woman was the definition of little space. “Excuse me?” She said, her eyes wide and flickering over Klein’s outfit with a glance. Surely, that wasn’t judgment in her eyes, was it? “Have you seen Stella?” Klein shook his head furiously. “No, and she better hope I don’t find her after what she did to me.” “You too?” The woman took a step back. Klein could have sworn he saw her glance at his crotch for the second time in thirty seconds. Klein shook his head but responded in the affirmative. “What’s wrong with you?” The woman blushed, tugging at the sleeves of her dress and tilting slightly to the left. “It’s my own fault really.” She glanced around the vendor space for a moment as if she expected Stella to burst into the room at any second. But nothing happened. Instead, she grabbed Klein’s hand. “We shouldn’t talk here. Come back to my room with me. We need to find Stella, I’m in trouble.”

Klein woke up and ripped the headphones off his ears. To his disappointment, when he reached down to grab his diaper, he found it completely and utterly dry. “Come on!” he cried. In frustration, Klein banged his fists on the bed and tilted his head back in anguish. Another failed tape, another failed night, another dry diaper. Klein had been into diapers for as long as he could remember. He had started out small of course, sneaking depends from the grocery store and the usual stuff you hear about from people. He had then evolved into buying from sample stores and then from the larger companies like Tykables and Northshore. But as long as he could remember, he had one specific fantasy, one specific state of mind he wanted to be in. Klein dreamed of being a bedwetter. There was something delicious about completely losing control completely unable to control yourself and waking up with a soaked wet diaper, squishy and warm - the ultimate sign of regression. This is why, for the past several years, Klein had gone to every single hypnosis vendor he could think of to make his vision a reality. The journey was difficult of course. No one wants to admit to themselves that they want to return to bedwetting like a child. And many people offered hypnosis files. Klein had gotten used to the process by now. He’d receive the file on his alternate email address, download it to his phone and eagerly go to bed at night waiting for the magic to happen. Sometimes, a male's voice would remind him in soft tones that he needed diapers. In other recordings, it would be an aggressive woman telling him just to “relax” and “let go” because his diapers would protect him. But each time Klein would wake up dry. Utterly dry. Completely dry. Granted, Klein had tried drinking a ton of water before bed, so much water he’d feel it sloshing around inside his stomach every time he turned over in bed. He’d pull the diaper tapes tight and fall asleep on his back, his legs spread out slightly, willing himself to wet. But each time, he’d just wake up with pain in his abdomen a dry diaper, and an extremely hard erection. Klein had even tried taking a sleeping pill, willing himself to just sleep through the wetting at night. But this tactic only resulted in him falling deep into sleep and the next morning waking up in a dry diaper and a painfully full bladder. Klein would then proceed to flood that diaper when awake, which defeated the point. Anyone can pee when they wake up in the morning, Klein would think bitterly. Klein had bought books on the subject, reading them during breaks at work. The books were from people claiming they knew the secret to losing control overnight. Just loosen up your bladder during the day, train yourself to just use your diaper, the books all said after collecting his $9.99. But Klein wanted to be careful. Despite what many people said online, he had no interest in losing control during the day. Klein just wanted it at night. Klein wanted this his way. Besides, no one actually wanted to be incontinent. *** It had been a few months since Klein had dragged himself out of his dry bed again, disappointed that he had not wet the bed. And now, at CAPCon, the annual convention of those who liked to wear diapers and have fun in those diapers, he was browsing the vendor tables. The stuffy, medium-sized room had all sorts of vendors he had seen before. Clothing shops, furniture shops, and even writers who wrote mediocre ABDL fiction that told the same story repeatedly. After buying a pack of diapers from a vendor, a small table caught his attention. The table simply said Stella’s Sleepys. It caught his eye because not only was “sleepies” misspelled, but there was a kind, fit-looking woman sitting behind the table reading a book. Klein took a step closer and noticed she was wearing round glasses with dark brown hair that cascaded down her shoulders. The woman, whose name was no doubt Stella (it wasn’t Sleepies… that’s for sure) was wearing a simple army green tank top and a pair of dark blue jeans. At a glance, Klein noticed the book she was reading was a book on philosophy. What was unusual was the table was completely empty, save for an envelope that just sat there bearing the number one. “What does Stella’s Sleepys sell?” Klein asked casually, approaching the table and doing his best to sound nonchalant. “This isn’t for you,” the woman said without looking up from her book. She pushed her glasses up on the bridge of her nose. “Move along.” Klein laughed a little bit. “Oh, come on, What’s in the envelope?” The woman laughed. “It’s not for you.” Stella turned the page in her book. Klein grabbed the envelope and the woman protested as he pulled it open. Inside was a piece of paper with a code on it. Klein made a mental note of the random URL right before Stella grabbed the envelope from him. But Klein shivered when he caught the words: Bedwetter Files. Klein’s heart skipped a beat. Bedwetter Files? “Is this a hypnosis file?” Klein demanded. Stella closed her book and placed the envelope into her book as a bookmark. “Yes, it is.” “Do you make them, is that was Stella’s Sleepy’s makes?” “Yes, but it’s probably best if you move on. You don’t look like the type of person who wants this.” Stella did Klein a once over with her eyes and pushed her book into her bag. “Hold on a second…” Klein held his hands up and gestured around to the convention around here. “Everyone here wants this.” Stella stood up and leaned over the table, and looked closely at Klein. “That’s presumptuous.” Stella then walked around the table and leaned on it while looking Klein in the eye. She spoke quietly as if they might be overheard at any second. “Every year, there’s one person at CAPCon who thinks they want what's on this tape, but the reality is they don’t.” “Hold on a second.” But Stella continued speaking in an even tone, bulldozing over Klein’s protest. “Different types of people too. Sometimes it’s guys and girls like you dressed in sweatpants and (Stella’s voice hovered over unapproving) t-shirts, other times, it’s the people in full onesies and thick diapers with pacifiers hanging around their necks. Each time they show up, tell me they want to lose complete control and before you know it before the weekend is over, they are begging me to help them get it back.” Stella blinked and studied Klein’s face. But Klein was insistent. “They clearly don’t know what they want.” Klein was breathless as he tried his best to remember the URL in his head. “Trust me, I want this.” Stella shook her head. “No, you don’t.” And with that, she picked up her bag, shoved her book inside and walked away. *** Klein closed his eyes for a second, thought deeply, and proceeded to type in the URL and code from the envelope into his web browser. He was rewarded with the proper website meaning his concentration had paid off. A warning popped up on his phone warning him that this hypnosis file was designed for people who wanted to lose complete control and that once losing that control, it would be difficult to regain it. There was more text that talked about how the creator bared no responsibility for what happens, blah, blah, blah. Klein had seen all of this before. Had Klein been honest with himself, he didn’t expect this hypnosis file to work. They never worked. But Stella’s performance earlier had him shaking with anticipation. Klein clicked to accept and noticed there were three levels of recordings on the screen. They seemed to be ranked from low to intense. The file marked intense had another warning next to it that claimed it was for “experienced users only.” Klein snorted. At this point, he had tried every file out there and knew exactly what he wanted. He wanted to wake up the next morning with his diaper soaked and no memory of wetting. Klein wanted to have to use a booster every night in fear that he’d overflood his diaper and soak his bed. He wanted the erotic feeling of being unable to put his legs together as he lay helplessly on his back at night. Klein wanted to be a real bedwetter. For a moment, Klein bought into the idea that this could work for him. So Klein clicked the “experienced users only” file and downloaded the file to his phone. For some reason, the file was a little over a gigabyte large and came with another warning. Klein ignored the third warning of the week and climbed into bed. Right before pulling the covers over his head, he double-checked to make sure his diaper was on tight and that the leak guards were standing up and clicked play. Instantly, every center of his brain came alive. First, there was a dark low vibrating pulse that was nearly covered by soft angelic waves that crashed over the melody of the track. If the ocean had come alive and made music, this is what it would sound like. The pulse seemed to propel his body forward repeatedly, pushing his mind deeper and deeper into the track. While Klein knew he was falling asleep, he felt as if he were moving in real-time. Before Klein knew it, the waves crashed over him again, the soft electric tones urging him to relax and surrender to the waves. The waves were moving his body for him. But when his mind probed deeper into the musical tones, he heard the voice. The voice was soft as if it was speaking directly into his consciousness, his very being. It was as if the voice weren’t hers, it was coming from beneath his very heartbeat. Klein’s mind focused on the voice and willed itself to listen closely to the soft delicate flow that hovered directly beneath the ocean. The voice was speaking directly to the innermost part of his soul. “You need your diapers… you only feel safe in your diapers… you need to wet your diapers… your diapers are a part of who you are… Every night you wet your diapers uncontrollably…” Klein’s brain dove deeper into the voice followed the voice through the passageways and tunnels in his mind and willed himself to believe. Klein wanted to believe that this could work. He wanted to believe that he could become a bedwetter, and the voice told him he could. “You can’t control your bladder…” the voice said softly. “You need to mess your diapers during the day….” Wait a second… Klein’s mind stirred against the waves. I don’t want that. Hold on. But the voice and the waves pushed him forward, demanding he follow its lead. Klein fought for a moment, gasped, and woke up. *** Thanks to all of you who have provided support on Patreon. There are more stories there about people trapped in their diaper fantasies. Be sure to check them out. http://patreon.com/kyleshouse

My package was delivered to the wrong house. I had been watching FedEx like a hawk to see if my package would arrive. When my phone said delivered, I casually walked to the front porch to discover nothing was there. Odd. But this happens sometimes. I had a sinking feeling that the drivers were timed based on their deliveries, so they'd mark them "delivered" while they were still in the truck. Kinda sneaky if you ask me, but I just figure I'll have my package by the end of the day. So I spent the next hour pretending that I wasn't waiting for a case of diapers to arrive from my favorite diaper company. This package was special. Inside were eighty of the newest diapers to have been made. They had little cartoon letters that said "b-a-b-y" and soft animals on the front. There were pink ones with unicorns on them, some blue ones with moons and stars on them. Regardless, there was no mistaking that these were baby diapers, but for adults. When these arrived at my front door, I had sworn that I would only wear these inside the house. There was no way that I could wear these out in public. For starters, these diapers were touted as the thickest diapers on the ABDL market. The "extra waddle cut," as the manufacturer called them, made it so that they forced your legs apart. When wearing these, you'd have no choice but to waddle when you walk. Based on the photos, the core was thicker too. While Megamax might swell when wet, these started thick and then pretty much doubled in size. With extra tall leak guards, these diapers were guaranteed not to leak even when filled to the brim. The would just bulge outwards, forcing the plastic exterior to extend to the max. The best part was the baby print on the outside. Subtle, pastel colors really make you feel baby when you had them on. I shivered slightly at the thought of being forced into them… But that feeling was for another time. But then night came and the diapers still had not arrived. I resorted to putting on a Megamx and went to bed wondering what happened. I assumed maybe the package would come tomorrow instead. But a week had gone by, and still nothing. I contacted the company. Nothing. I contacted FedEx, they claimed they had delivered the package, but nothing. After some back and forth, the company sent me another case. But that one didn't show up at my house either, meaning it was investigation time. I ordered a sample pack of two diapers and sat on my doorstep for hours in the spring weather. Right when I was ready to call it quits, I saw it: the mailman walked to the house next door and knocked a few times. I could see the package in his hand and then she answered the door, accepted the package and vanished back inside. I was puzzled. Why would she accept the package if she knew it wasn't for her? I scratched my head for a moment. Maybe, the sample just got delivered to the wrong place, I reasoned. Perhaps she would knock on my door later today and say that she had my package. I laughed for a second. My next-door neighbor, with her dark hair and tan skin and dark brown eyes, always made my heart flutter when I saw her. The girl next door is the type of woman you see when you're bringing in groceries, causing you to vow to only take one trip to look as strong as possible. I worked out in my garage and constantly spent time in my driveway, shirtless. I wanted to catch her staring outside her window so she'd notice I was attractive and strong. I'd see her, shaking the tight curls in her hair while doing yard work and she'd smile in my direction. She'd give a slight wave, her lips curling into a soft smile. Of course, I would sometimes pretend not to notice. I'd pretend that I had better things to do, play things casual. Every now and then, I'd be walking in my house diapered and I'd see her moving around outside and I'd feel small all of a sudden. My brain wandered for a moment wondering what would happen if she found out I was wearing diapers. She'd think I was less than if she knew I was wearing a thick, crinkly, plastic-backed diaper at that very moment. This story sent a shiver up my spine. But I wasn't stupid. This was better fantasy, not reality. Everyone fantasizes about the girl next door. You imagine that you would smile in her direction and she'd smile back and then ten years later you'll be telling people at your wedding that you used to be neighbors. But the fantasy did get darker at times. Part of me wished she knew my little secret; that she would come over in the middle of the night and check my diaper before slipping back into her house. A fun playful secret that the two of us could share… But that's creepy. You can't think about your neighbor like that. That's the bullshit you read in an erotic fiction on Patreon. It took me a moment, but I gathered what little courage I had and headed over to her house. I knocked on the door a few times. All I need to do is ask for the package and then leave, I told myself. It's really that simple. So I knocked again. And then again. There was no quick answer. In fact, I could have sworn I saw her in the house walking around right before I came over. I instantly decided this was a bad idea and thought to myself, who needs diapers anyway, I can just drive to the Baltimore store and call it a day. Right when I was about to take off, the door swung open. She looked at me questioningly. Up close, she was slightly taller than I was, and it was clear that she was probably into CrossFit or something like strength training. Her shoulders were strong, her hips were perfectly framed by her leggings. She also had on a CrossFit tee shirt. "Can I help you?" She blinked a few times and leaned on her door frame. "Uh, yeah. I think you might have gotten a package that's mine?" I said it so casually, you know, as if it's really, really, really not a big deal. "I mean, I've been asking other neighbors to see if that's the case. But I haven't asked you yet." I slapped myself internally at this last line. I had volunteered too much information. She smirked and stood up straighter. "I think I have your package, actually. Give me a second." She vanished back inside her house and left the door open. That's when I spotted two large brown cardboard boxes… the kind of boxes that diapers come in when you buy them by the case. They were stacked neatly in the foyer, teasing me, yearning for me. For a second, my body twitched involuntarily, causing me to stumble forward. But I resisted the urge to grab the boxes as the girl next door returned. In her hand, she had a smaller package that no doubt contained the samples I ordered the other day. "Are you Andrew?" she asked, looking at the package. "Yeah," I was trying to be casual about all of this, maybe too casual. But I had to as myself, why did she have my two cases of diapers? That's a whopping 160 diapers sitting in her living room just waiting for me to come grab them. I craned my neck slightly to see if the tape had broken off of them. But they looked like they were still intact. There were just 160 diapers sitting in her foyer. She handed me the package. And it was totally mine. It felt soft in my hands as I squished it slightly. "Do you need anything else?" she asked me, looking me dead in the eyes. For a second, I wished I had told her at that moment that the other boxes were mine, that I just asked her for her help dragging the giant boxes back to my house. But instead, I said no, walked back to my house and resolved to break into her house later that night and get my boxes from her. ** Okay, judge me all you want, but let me be honest. his fetish can make people irrational. Bu to be clear, my next-door neighbor was way too attractive for me to admit to her that those boxes were mine. What if she had opened the boxes and discovered what they were? Heck, I had done that before with packages that I thought were mine, only to discover they belonged to a neighbor or someone else. I didn't really think the rest of this through as I slid through her unlocked back door and proceeded to walk through her house. Her decorating skills were pretty good. She had large paintings on the wall and even in the moonlight, you could tell her modern minimalist aesthetic was pretty impressive. These rooms looked like they were manifested by a black and white cookie. I made a left towards her front door and saw the four packages sitting there waiting for me. Moving slowly, I staged the packages so they were right next to the front door and turned the lock. Suddenly, a light blinded my face. and these she stood. "What are you doing in my house?" she yelled from her spot across the room. I blinked several times to get my eyes used to the invading light. "I was, um…" Fuck, fuck, fuck. My mind was screaming at this point. I should have just asked her earlier to just hand me my packages. But my fear had gotten the best of me. You know how your brain walks through the day and reminds you of all the things you could have done differently? That's what was happening to me right then. But the girl next door wasn't about to let up either. "I'm going to call the cops, Andrew, unless you tell me what you're doing in my house right now." The girl was holding her cell phone and moved to unlock it. "Wait, I'm so sorry," I sputtered. "It's just that these packages were mine. And I needed them." The girl's expression softened slightly as she put her phone in the pocket of her sweatpants that clung lazily on her hips. "I mean… you didn't have to break in… you could have just asked me." She motioned to the packages. "What medical issue do you have? You know I'm a doctor right? There's nothing I haven't seen before." "Well, really, it's my grandpa who has a medical issue…" I mumbled out looking at the floor. As much as my fantasy was for me to be discovered wearing diapers by an attractive woman, I did not want that to be a reality right now. She raised an eyebrow, "Andrew, open the box. Let's see what was so important that you had to break into my house to get." My hands were shaking at this point. I couldn't move. "Andrew?" she walked right up to me, "Let's open this box." Shakily, I leaned forward and ripped the tape off the first box. I took my time fumbling with the flaps acting as if I had never opened a box before in my life. My mouth started moving on its own. "You know, my grandpa has medical issues and he kinda needs something more fun than the usual… uh... Briefs you know… it's really personal." She frowned at the sight of the pink package that held ten diapers inside. Usually, this moment was accompanied with a dopamine rush in my brain, but instead I was screaming on the inside. I was panicking. Inside this box, were four packs of diapers. And it was apparent to anyone who had a brain that there were several more packs of diapers in the other boxes. The girl next door plucked the packing sheet from inside the box. "Your name, email and order history are on this sheet." She said pointedly. I just stood there. I wanted to go home. Then she did something odd. She took the diapers and stacked them neatly on the other boxes, and then pointed to the door. "You can come back tomorrow at 6 AM, and we can talk." "Wait, what?" I asked. "Come back tomorrow at six and we will talk." She shooed me out of the door and before closing it said, "And I'm sure you'll have a better answer than my grandpa needs diapers with unicorns on them." I stood on her front porch for a second, numb to what had just happened. In fact, the rest of the night I was terrified. As I lay in bed later that morning watching three am turn to four and then to five, I couldn't help but wonder what the girl next door wanted from me. I was such an idiot breaking into her house, hoping I could get in and out without being seen. How stupid can you be? I asked myself that question repeatedly as I got dressed the next day prepared to deliver a heartfelt apology. I tried to think to myself what I could give her as a consolation prize, to apologize so she wouldn't call the police. I didn't want to end up on the news as the guy who was caught stealing back diapers from his next-door neighbor's house. Only, there was this odd thing... I was entirely in my rights to take my package back. In fact, the more I thought about it… she was the one harboring my package. She had to have known the package was mine She all but admitted it when she said my name was on the packages. What kind of racket was she running here? I forced myself to calm down as I knocked on her door the next morning, determined to assert myself in front of the girl next door. She opened the door instantly this time, and before I said anything, insisted I sit down on the couch in her living room. I sunk into the couch, caught off guard because neatly stacked in her living room were all the diapers I had ordered. All 160 of them. There packaging taunted me, reminding me that I had made a purchase so infantile. The bright pink, blue and green cut through the black and white monotone of the entire house, reminding me that an adult baby had to be nearby as I sat on this couch. It was like seeing a bottle sitting in the middle of a poker table. Something didn't belong here. The girl next door busied herself for a moment, then took a seat in one of the chairs opposite me. "So, your grandpa, huh?" I exploded at her. "First of all, you have no right to steal my packages. That's package theft, and you could go to jail for a long time. You knew those were my boxes when you accepted them and didn't say anything." My face was turning a deep purple by now. "Is stealing something you do all the time because it's a bad habit and you can get it serious trouble for it." She just smiled at me. "So they are for you… not your grandpa." "That's not the point, stealing is wrong and I have a right to get back my property," I thundered. "So diapers with unicorns on them?" She gestured to the stack and stacks of diapers behind her. Then she looked back at me. "They are yours, right?" I stared at her with my mouth hanging open for a second. Then I went to Plan B. I slumped my shoulders and looked at the floor. I picked at my fingers. "I suffer from incontinence," I stuttered out, trying to sound as pathetic as possible. "I order different types because it's nice to have variety." Then I put on my best slow voice. "I just didn't want you to know about them, so I snuck in and decided to grab them in the middle of the night." I put my face in my hands and gave a heavy sigh, hoping the performance would work. "Andrew," she said quietly. "Why didn't you just say so?" I looked up, shocked that this gambit had worked. "It's understandable to be embarrassed about bladder issues, but no one should make fun of you for something you can't control." She stood up smiling. "Are you wearing your diapers right now?" she asked bluntly. "I know I have all of your diapers. I assume you had some at home in case of emergencies? Most people who have had lifelong bladder issues know when to order to replenish their diapers." "That's why I broke in," I said without thinking. "I am out of… briefs. You know supply-chain issues and the like." I was determined not to say the word "diaper" in front of this woman. On the bright side, it seemed like she had bought my excuse for why I had broken in. I wished she didn't take all the diapers out of their packs. Now, I would need to find a way to schlep all these diapers back to my house in broad daylight without being seen. "Oh." She walked back to the stack of diapers and pulled a pink one from its package. The one with unicorns on it. "You'd better put this on before you have an accident on my chair," she said, tossing me the diaper. "It's gonna be a long day for you." "Wait, what?" I looked up from the diaper that was in my lap. "Long day?" "The thing is, Andrew, you still broke into a poor defenseless woman's house in the middle of the night." She was now standing over me as she spoke. "So that leaves you with two options. Option one, I call the police, option two, I punish you on my own, and you work off your criminal activity." I sat there stunned. She can't do this... can she? But then I thought for a moment. She's not wrong. I did break into her house in the middle of the night. No one was going to ask me why it happened, and if they did, I'd have to tell them I was trying to steal back a box of diapers. I was at a loss. "What do you want me to do?" I asked, resigning myself to a day of chores and yard work. In my head, I had already reasoned that this was better than being perp-walked through our front yard, diapers in toe. "First, you need to put on the diaper, and then you can come back here. We need to have a conversation about the future." She crossed her arms and jutted her head towards the bathroom door. I sat there for a moment, then headed to the bathroom with the diaper in hand. I gritted my teeth. Surely this would be over by the end of the day, I reasoned. How long could this last? *** Thanks for reading!! The entirety of this story is already live on Patreon where subscribers are getting this story and more... weekly. Feel free to subscribe tot get the latest. https://www.patreon.com/kyleshouse

Thanks for reading!! The entirety of this story is already live on Patreon where subscribers are getting this story and more... weekly. Feel free to subscribe tot get the latest. https://www.patreon.com/kyleshouse *** It was an extremely shaky Shane that entered his cell again. It was an odd feeling. Not only did the bulk of the diaper cause his legs to bow open, but he felt as if he was constantly pushing his non-existent sphincter control open. Shane was extremely worried at what would happen when his body decided he needed to void itself. But he had to put it out of his mind for now because his friendly neighborhood “mob boss” would no doubt be waiting for him, wondering why he didn’t have the last baggie that the nurse, Frankie, took away from him.. But he didn’t; t have long to wait to figure out. Gary and the barrel chested man were both waiting for Shane in the cell. “You’re one short,” the man said with his arms folded as he scowled. Gary looked a little nervous. “Come on man, he’s new, it’s possible it just dissolved. You know that happens sometimes.” The man took a few steps forward and got really close to Shane’s face examining him. “His eyes look just fine. Who did you sell it too?” Shane felt a little pee escape into his diaper as he was afraid at that moment. He had no excuse, he just got caught. Shane couldn’t tell this man that the prison nurse had picked the baggie out of his diaper. That would ruin any cred the blue uniform hadn’t taken away. Instead he just said, “I am sorry sir. How can I make it up to you?” The man looked at Gary and then back at Shane. “I should rearrange your face.” Shane grimaced did his best to brace himself. But the man seemed to have other ideas and instead made an officer. “I’m going to give you one more chance. My girl will be back tomorrow AM for visitation and you are going to meet her. I am giving you an extra packet to make up for the one you “lost” today.” Shane protested. He realized with this diaper and whatever it was holding him open permanently, there would be no way in hell he’d be able to deliver the task at hand. He was certain by the end of the day, he’d have a messy, sticky and heavy diaper regardless. Adding drugs to that mix was certain to be discovered by the nurse. “I don’t think you are in any position to argue with me.” The man said, shaking his head and once again getting close to his face. “The alternative will not be very fun.” Shane swallowed hard again and nodded as Gary patted the larger man on the shoulders. “Don’t worry, my man Shane’s got this.” He then looked Shane in the eyes. “Right?” Shane nodded slowly. “Not a problem sir.” *** “I think the reason you couldn’t vomit is because you’ve had an empty stomach,” Gary pointed out as the two of them sat in the library later that day. “This book says that in order to vomit, your stomach needs to be stimulated, but if it’s empty, nothing will come out.” Shane nodded. “Do I need extra veggies or something cause god knows I can’t stomach the mystery meat they keep serving in the cafeteria.” “No one can,” Gary laughed, handing over a few tablets. “These are fiber supplements. Should help us. I’ll get you an extra helping of lunch today. Eat all of it okay.” Shane nodded, talking the fiber pills and chugging some water. “What’s the alternative?” Gary looked up from the book he was reading. “Alternative?” “To being a bitch drug runner.” “You could always just be a bitch.” “That doesn’t sound as bad. I don’t want to keep shoveling drugs into my body. It’s getting tiring. Not to mention… the consequences have been very harsh.” Shane tried to adjust himself, but the diaper was too thick. It had grown steadily thicker over the course of the day as he continued to slowly pee. Gary closed his book as the two of them packed up to head back to their cells. “I don’t think you want to know what the alternative is.” Gary made a left and dragged a waddling Shane to the hospital wing. He pointed to a few people who were inside, with tubes coming out their throat. AlI of them hooked up to a machine or another, breathing slowly. They looked a little different than the people he usually saw on life support on television. These people looked like they had nozzles in their mouth that they drank from, their eyes were covered and their midsections, arms and legs were strapped to the bed. They were also wearing thick mittens that stopped their fingers from moving independently. They just seemed so helpless. “That’s the alternative.” Gary said. Shane balked. “Wait a second… Did he put them there?” “Claims he did…” Gary said, leading the way back to the cell block. “But I have some doubts. Not quite sure how they got there, but I’m not about to fuck around and find out.” Shane nodded. Great point. Gary stood close to his word and gave Shane his helping of veggies and managed to get an extra helping of mystery meat to ensure his stomach would be full. To make matters even better, Shane had been chugging water too. It’ll make things go down easier. Shane couldn’t help but wonder how he managed to get stuck in this position. Heading to jail and coerced into doing more crime. This seemed like an incitement of the system to say the least. Gary and Shane spent the evening joking around and playing checkers. Shane refused to even mention why he was in prison instead pointing out that he only had about five years left. Shane, to his credit, didn’t push the issue, instead focused on the fact that the prison food seemed to be moving right through him. Soon the evening had arrived and the guards told the two of them it was time for their evening yard time. “You’d better get some air today,” the guard said pointing to the sky. “It’s supposed to rain tomorrow so there might not be yard time.” So the two of them went to the yard. They kicked a soccer ball around for a little bit and did their best to avoid the gangs that were alway squaring up against each other. In fact, for a moment, Shane forgot he was in prison. But of course, the moment the soccer ball hit the prison gates, the barbed wire ticked him off. A cramp hit Shane as he was jogging to get the soccer ball that had veered off course. Shane instantly realized that the reason he felt so woozy was because the plug the woman had put inside of him, the one that was holding his sphincter open meant that no resistance was happening down below. He felt this massive bit of sludge slide out of him and drop into his waiting diaper. Uneasy, Shane kicked the ball back to Gary and ran back to the side of the yard doing his best to stay away from people. Another bit of mush made its way out of him into the diaper. Shane felt completely helpless in this moment, like an infant. There was nothing he could do to stop this from happening. Even if he clenched, he felt it just made things worse. After ten mins of non stop messing, he finally felt like things had calmed down. Shane gingerly walked back to where Gary was. Gary looked at him, puzzled slightly at where he had vanished off too. Shane grunted that he didn’t want to talk about it as he let some more pee trickle into his diaper. “Let’s just go back inside,” Shane said. But it looked like the nurse who had been making her way through the prison yard had other plans. The guys in the yard were following her as she made her way towards the pair of them. Sure she was slightly attractive. But when you’ve been in the clink for so long, any woman was like a magnet to these guys. “Hey little lady, you dump that husband of yours yet?” One of the guys asked, standing up and trailing after her. Frankie stuck out her middle finger and stopped in front of Gary and Shane. “Inmate, how’s your diaper?” Shane turned bright red at the mere mention of the diaper. Gary pretended that he didn’t hear, to keep any dignity that was still around intact for a few more moments. Only, this wasn’t doing much for them. Because Frankie had attracted a crowd every guy in the yard heard the question. “It’s fine,” Shane mumbled. But Frankie must have heard him because she instantly stepped closer to Shane and tugged on his pants, pulling them down completely. The entire yard gasped at Shane’s predicament. His diaper had been completely swollen from the mess he made in it earlier so it protruded from the back, holding tight against the plastic pants. But there was a clear discoloration in the front too where he had soaked himself throughout the day while trapped in his plastic prison. “Looks like you need a change,” Frankie said. Shane just stood there shaking as the inmates hooped and hollered at the sight in front of them. This was ridiculous, there was no way for his to recover from this. But Gary stood there and didn’t make a sound. “Lie down for me,” Frankie insisted, pointing to the ground. But Shane, who did not want to suffer through another humiliation decided he was going to just walk away. He took a step and realized the fatal flaw in the plan a second too late. His pants were still around his ankles. Shane tumbled foreword into the grass causing the inmates to burst out laughing. Shane spun around to stand up only causing the mess trapped inside his diaper to squish around more. The nurse, impatient at this point, snapped her fingers and motioned that the guards should hold him down. Struggling, Shane was pinned to the ground and the plastic pants unmagnetized. Shane struggled to no avail as the guys in the yard pointed at him and laughed at his predicament. Frankie was methodical in her efforts. First she untamed the diaper revealing the inside contents for the entire yard to see. She rolled the diaper back and began to wipe Shane over and over, to ensure he was clean. “Omg, is he hard?” One of the inmates asked, shocked. “Small too,” Another said. Indeed one the greatest indignities didn’t bypass Shane. He had gotten an erection the moment the air had hit his private regions. He did his best not to cry. But as Frankie lifted up his legs and slid the next diaper underneath him and a booster for the night, he held back tears. Frankie then litioned him up and taped him back up. Finally she snapped the plastic pants back in place. Then, she grabbed his pants, handed them to the guards and said he could get them back in the morning because he tried to run away. “See you at 8 am.” Frankie said, making a note on her clipboard. Shane was left sitting on the ground with the other inmates falling over themselves. In his humiliation, Shane felt himself wetting his diaper right before everyone was called inside for the night. Gary helped him up and they trudged back to the cell block. It was going to be a long week. *** That night Shane was tossing and turning. The plug had made it so he had messed several more times before morning. But to make matters worse, he needed to do that favor for the guy down the hall. If everything he put into his mouth was going to come into his diapers and the nurse was going to spot it, he couldn’t for the life of him figure out how he was going to pull this off. Everything seemed to just run through him. But Gary seemed determined to make sure things were a success. “Our plan is working,” Gary insisted. “Your stomach is ready, watch this.” And without warning, he pushed his finger to the back of Shane’s throat causing him to instantly vomit. Wiping his mouth, Shane was impressed. “Wow,” he said, clutching his sides. “It really did work.” Gary nodded. “I got your back man.” At that moment, there was a knock at the cell door as Francis entered for Shane’s morning diaper check. Shane was starting to get used to this. Frankie took notes on his clipboard, while Gary pretended to be interested in the walls of the cell. Shane, through the humiliation, had a feeling that if he could just ride this out, he could make it through the rest of his sentence. Pay his debt to the guy down the hall and spend the next year of his life here in obscurity. Shane had already given up on the idea of keeping his diapers clean and Frankie seemed to have similar feelings as well, Shane’s mind was already focused on the next task at hand, not getting caught. This time he did what he had to do. Around 11:45 he swallowed the packages from the mysterious visitor and trudged back to his cell where Gary was waiting with the strainer. But right when he started the vomiting process, he heard the cell door open. Almost messing his diaper in shock, Shane saw Frankie walk into the cell unannounced. “What the hell?” Frankie’s mouth dropped open as she watched two grown men huddled over the sink while one vomited chunks of drugs. “He’s not feeling well ma’am,” Gary said frantically hoping to distract her from the drug baggie that was falling out of Shane’s mouth. But Frankie yelled for the guard and - shockingly- reached her hand in the sink and pulled out the little baggies. “Are you kidding me?” Frankie held up the bag for the room to see. “How many more were there?” Gary was quiet as Shane felt some more mess ooze into the back of his already loaded diaper “Just one,” Gary whispered. “Come with me,” Frankie dragged Shane out of the cell and down the hall. Gary was left behind the cell to clean up the vomit. Shane prayed that Gary had managed to hide the other baggies before Frankie had entered. He shuddered at the thought of what would happen if he didn’t deliver what he’d promised. Frankie pushed open her office door and told Shane to sit down in the chair in the corner of the room. The guards hustled him into the chair and to Shane’s shock, he realized he couldn’t touch his feet on the floor. The guards chained his arms and legs to the chair. Shane tried to struggle, but each time he did, all he could feel was the squish of the diaper underneath him and caused the chair to creak a tiny bit. The guards put a tray on top of his torso so he couldn’t see his hands and then put some sort of gag into his mouth. “So you want to continue putting things into your mouth that don’t belong?” Frankie asked, looking at her clipboard. “Then you’re going to wear this mouth shield until you can demonstrate you can behave yourself.” The mouth shield had a large bulb inside of it that filled up his entire mouth. As he sucked on the rubber teat, he felt slobber drool over the side of his mouth and onto his baby blue uniform. He tried to spit it out, but it was held tightly. No matter what he didn't do, he couldn't speak. All he could do was whimper. One of the guards entered the room with what looked like an IV bag and handed it to Frankie. Frankie thanked the man and approached Shane who continued to struggle. But it was clearly no use. “This is your lunch,” Frankie said, hanging the bag above his head and feeding the nozzle into the other end of what could be reasonably called an adult pacifier. “For the next week, this is how you’re going to intake your food until we can make sure you’re not putting things in your mouth that you’re not supposed to.” Shane felt the liquid in the IV enter the bulb and then leak slowly into his mouth. He had no choice but to swallow or risk gagging on the concoction. It tasted extremely sweet, with a slight chalky aftertaste. Shane sucked over and over as the thick liquid kept coming. He felt himself helplessly wetting his diaper over and over and the mess from his bottom spreading into the seat of his plastic prison. Shane couldn’t help but feel completely helpless and he realized there was absolutely nothing he could do about it.

Thanks to all the awesome people who have supported me on Patreon. I have more stories there about people trapped in their diaper fantasies. Be sure to check out the Season 1 offering on Patreon to read the complete story or, for a limited time, grab the Season 1 & 2 bundle for $10 a month. http://patreon.com/kyleshouse *** Victor's face burned. He felt like no matter what he did; he was being set up for failure. Victor was convinced Mommy Time Plus wasn't designed for his pleasure. No, this entire program had to have been designed for these women who get their rocks off humiliating men who have a diaper fetish, you know those who are desperate enough to want to hire someone to make their fantasies come true. It was as if they were taking these men and putting them into impossible situations. Victor thought about the woman who was trapped in the house where the woman with the Green Eyes lived and shivered slightly. He understood that the League of Mommies had their place. You don't want just anyone preying on the men and women who have this fetish, but why couldn't this program ask him what he wanted and then follow his lead? Why did he have to commit to testing out all four levels. While it was still early in the week, Victor was still thinking about the next week ahead of him. But as Francis made him lie down on the changing pad and began her work, one thing was clear. He was still incredibly horny. In fact, this entire experience, where the women around him had controlled him had been so arousing that he was living on the edge. He was sure he'd cum at any moment if he were touched the wrong way. The worst part, he was never left alone. Francis was always there overseeing him, watching him. He doubted that masturbating around her would be a good idea. He needed to get her out of the house at some point to take care of his needs. Victor absent-mindedly lifted up so Francis could put the diaper and booster under his bottom. She did this lovingly, as usual, sprinkling way too much powder on his balls but also rubbing in baby oil lovingly. Of course Victor's penis get excited and insisted on growing even harder. But either Francis didn't care or didn't notice because she treated this change as if it were clinical and taped the diaper shut. But this diaper felt different. It felt heavier. It reminded him of the diaper he was forced into at the grocery store. Standing, the bulge was confirmed in the mirror. There was no way he would be able to put pants on and pretend that this wouldn't be seen by everyone in the office. But as Francis helped him step into a pair of pants, she confirmed his fears. "I put you in thicker diapers because it's obvious that you need them at this point," Francis gestured to the wet pull-ups that sat in a plastic bag now, mocking him with their wetness. "Your water pill will last a few more hours so you need to make sure you keep drinking water." Victor looked closely in the mirror as she finished buttoning his pants. Sure his butt looked bigger but was pretty sure he could play this off by saying he'd been working a little extra hard in the gym. As he tested out his gait in the restroom, he was walking a little funny, but he could just make sure he stayed seated a bit more. The extra padding would help keep him comfortable. Victor felt himself pee in his diapers mere seconds after it was put on him without realizing it. He clamped down but realized it was a bit too late. He had flooded the diapers. He could feel his padding swell a little bit. But Francis ignored him and continued packing up the diaper bag she had brought with him. After cleaning the floor, she patted him on the butt and declared him good to go for the rest of the day. Victor would think back to this moment and notice this exact moment was the slippery slope he needed to have avoided to avoid what would happen over the next week. He should have fought back, conversed with her, told Francis that the water pill was a step too far. Victor would realize as he slightly waddled his way back to the desk that had he spent more time focusing on his bladder control, instead of resigning himself to his fate, then he would have avoided what would become of his life after the next week. But instead, Victor was focused on making it through the day, so he could go home and take care of business. *** When Victor arrived home, his diaper was swollen and saturated to the max. He was walking bowlegged when he entered the house and extremely grateful that he didn't take public transit that day. He had been worried all day that he was going to leak in his seat or even in the car on the way home. But the diaper just kept drinking his pee as the day droned on and on. Victor could sense the irony of all of this. The water pill made him have to pee more and more, but if he didn't drink he'd become dehydrated and ill. But when he did drink, it was like the water pill took all the liquid in his body and forced it into his diaper. Victor was pretty sure he even sweated less when taking this stupid pill. When he shoved his apartment door and set his backpack down, he was greeted with a message from Francis. Baby Make sure you pull your pants and shirt off when you get home. There's a new shirt here for you to use that I think you'll love. Mommy will be home soon. XOXO. Victor grumbled to himself and noticed a crop top sitting on the table. But upon closer inspection, it was actually a tee shirt featuring his favorite band that had been cut short for the occasion. Victor took his clothes off and put the shirt on over his head. As it turned out, the shirt and combination made him look like an absolute toddler. Victor grumbled a bit but then realized with glee: Francis was out of the house! This is the moment he had been waiting for—what a good deal. Victor felt wet his diaper a little more and instantly felt the plastic expand a little bit more as he shuffled to the bedroom. Closing the door behind him, he felt his penis stir a bit, no doubt excited for what was about to happen. Victor lay down on the bed and pulled out his cell phone. He navigated to his favorite site and began flipping through a few photos. Finally, when he found the one he was looking for, he carefully added some lube to his hand and then stuck his hand into his diaper. Victor had thought about this. He didn't want to take his diaper off, no doubt Francis would be upset with him if he did so. Instead he had to ensure this awkward situation where his hand had to find his penis in the wet padding. He couldn't lie, as he stroked his member up and down, it felt great. He hadn't cum in so long this was his chance. Victor continued to stoke as his breathing sped up, he closed his eyes for a bit and tried to focus. "Ahem." Victor stopped, jerking his hand out of his wet diaper. "What are you doing?" Francis was standing at the door, looking at him with curiosity. Victor's face burned. "Nothing." He mumbled, pulling the covers up over his thick, bulging diaper. But Francis was determined. Walking up to the bed, she pulled the covers off of him. "Were you trying to make stickies in your diaper?" Victor was quiet. But Francis' eyes bore into him. "Were you?" Victor nodded. Francis got this glint in her eye that scared Victor to death. "Well," she said, sitting on the edge of the bed and picking up the phone that Victor had dropped in surprise. "Don't let me stop you. Might as well get it all out before I put you in your nighttime diapers." "I don't think…" Victor started to say. The idea of masturbating in front of Francis seemed humiliating enough. He'd rather wait for another day to come. But Francis looked at his phone and just giggled. "Look at all these adult babies." She said, "They're adorable." Then looking at Victor. "I'm waiting." Victor just sat there. "It's obvious you can't control yourself when mommy is at the store, so I am going to sit here and watch you do your thing. Come on, roll on your stomach." "No thanks," Victor said stiffly. "I'm waiting. Or do you want this to get worse for you. I'm sure your office would love to know what you're doing wearing diapers at your age." Victor shook his head but complied. He rolled over on his stomach. Francis giggled and patted his bulging diaper a bit and then told him he could hump the bed whenever he was ready. "Come on baby, you can do it." Victor felt vulnerable there, his wet diaper on full display to Francis who kept patting the plastic and scrolling through the pictures of diaper girls on the phone. "You're not getting a change until you do number threes in those diapers," Francis giggled, showing Victor the phone where more women were playing with a poor guy who had on thick diapers. "Look, it's just like you." Victor didn't want to be sitting in a wet diaper the rest of the night, and his erection was not going away, so he began to hump the mattress. He felt like a naughty child caught in the act as Francis kept giggling and smacking his diapered bottom. He could barely feel the smacks because his thick diaper was saturated, but he was deeply aware that he was humping the bed like a desperate, stupid, drooling baby. The more he humped, the louder the diaper crinkled. Victor couldn't help but realize that this gorgeous woman was the one who was making him do this. And while his cheeks burned in humiliation, his penis was harder than ever. To make matters worse, Francis kept stroking his diaper, founding the center and saying things like, "Is baby going to cum for mommy," and "Can baby even make cummies?" Victor cringed at that last one, but decided he needed to get this over with. But this was taking longer than he thought it was. And Francis seemed prepared for this. She told him to lie on his back and she did the unthinkable, she ran her fingers down his stomach and into the diaper. "I'm surprised for someone who has been wetting their diapers all day, that baby can't cum." Francis began to stroke his rock-hard penis, Victor's member slipping through her fingers. "Come on, let me know when you're ready to cum." With her other hand, she cradled his head, stroking his ear, his cheeks, and making shushing noises at his slight moans. She kept saying "good baby" over and over and over again, and right when Victor was about to cum; he raised his hips. He began to thrust harder. "I'm gonna cum," he gasped. Suddenly, Francis took her hand out of his diaper. The cum kept coming. However, it boiled over and spilled into his diaper. Victor tried to reach into his own diaper to finish himself off, but Francis blocked him. The orgasm or lack of an orgasm startled him. He had been ruined. Victor felt unsatisfied. He felt as if the pleasure he had been looking forward too all week had been cheated out of him. He glared at Francis. "What?" She asked innocently. "Babies don't have orgasms." And with that, she left the room. ***

Thanks to all the awesome people who have supported me on Patreon. I have more stories about people trapped in their diaper fantasies. When you subscribe, you'll get the latest stories, including the entire story of Mommy Time Plus. Check us on at Kyle's House of Story. http://patreon.com/kyleshouse It wasn’t that Victor was at all surprised to hear Francis had some rules she wanted him to follow. This whole Mommy Time Plus thing was a giant rulebook trap as far as he could tell. But the threat of being back in diapers for good this week hung over Victor’s head. That was a heavy threat only because it suggested that there was a possibility he could actually keep his toilet privileges. Victor wanted that. Badly. He was tired of diapers, especially the thick ones that crinkled loudly when he walked. He hadn’t considered that wearing thick bulky diapers during the summer would be harder than in the winter. I guess when you’re wearing fewer clothing… and tighter clothing… then diapers are harder to hide. Who wears baggy jeans in the winter anyway? Francis was peering intently at Victor and he could tell she was going to judge his reaction harshly at whatever she was about to say to him. “Wearing your big boy pants is a privilege,” she started. “And honestly it’s only done as a favor to you because I know how hard you’ve been working to stay dry.” Victor clenched his jaw at this stupid line. He had no choice but to pee in his diapers. Francis had made sure of this. “So here are the rules. You need to stay hydrated all day, so you’re going to take this pill to help with hydration.” She handed him a pill bottle that was empty. “It’ll make sure you stay hydrated. When taken with liquids, it really does the trick.” “But the pill bottle is empty,” Victor remarked looking confused. “Oh I know,” Francis smiled. “You already took your pill today. It was in your orange juice.” Victor frowned. “You need to learn that you should always be drinking water. Big boys know how to stay hydrated. This is the water pill. It makes it so you’ll want to drink water. You’ll probably pee a little more than usual today, that’s all. It’s really nothing to worry about. If you truly have bladder control, you’ll be able to go to the potty each time. With permission of course.” “Wait a second, this is the water pill?” “What did you expect?” “I didn’t do anything wrong though?” Victor was confused. The water pill had been threatened as a punishment if he did something wrong. But as far as he could tell, he had done everything right. In fact, he’d worn his diapers like a good boy all weekend and didn’t complain. But Victor was quickly learning. There was always something that was going to hold him back. And this time, it was the water pill. “You don’t have to do anything wrong.” Francis smiled and handed him another glass of water. “You’re mommy's little baby after all.” But then, Francis leaned forward and issued a warning. “You have to drink water, otherwise you’ll be dehydrated and end up in the hospital.” Victor nodded slowly. He could probably find a way to make sure he wasn’t drinking too much water today. Besides, he’s wearing training pants today, at least he wouldn't be forced to pee in a diaper all day. But what Victor didn’t realize was the extent of which the water pill would do its work. That morning, Victor had hardly gotten into the office when he was forced to make his second trip to the bathroom. He relieved himself and pulled up his training pants and was careful to make sure he had finished going. He noticed that because he had spent so much time in diapers he had to catch himself a few times from just relieving himself. But then again, less than twenty minutes later he found himself dancing side to side at his desk and making a beeline to the restroom. But each time he went, he couldn’t help but realize that the need became more and more urgent. He also noticed he was getting incredibly tired. By lunchtime he could barely stay awake, but his urge to keep peeing stayed and remained. It was then Victor realized what was happening. Victor was tired because he was dehydrated. And before he knew what was happening, he had dribbled a little pee into his training pants before clamping down as hard as he could and yelping himself awake. As expected, the training pants didn’t do him any favors. Unlike the diapers which absorbed any moisture and wicked it away as soon as possible, the training pants reminded him that he was wet whenever he moved. The padding on the front sat there, rubbing against his penis reminding him that he’d done a terrible, childish thing. He’d dribbled into his pants. But Victor as he took a small sip of water had decided not to worry too much. Francis had told him that if he couldn’t keep his pants dry he’d be back in diapers. But he was certain a small dribble wouldn’t be a problem because his underwear would most likely dry off before the end of the day anyway. But the harder he tried, the more Vicor realized he was fighting a losing battle. Because he was so tired he kept dribbling in his pants. By noon, Victor felt like his training pants were permanently moist and he realized he would need to change his underwear. Luckily, Victor had prepared for just this moment. He reached into his backpack and checked to make sure he had what he needed. Indeed he saw the second pair of training pants were inside waiting for an emergency just like this. Victor had always prided himself in his ability to think a few steps ahead of everyone else adn this was no different. Victor, grinning to himself grabbed his backpack and made a beeline for the restroom, his bladder twinging again. But the office assistant stopped him in the lobby. “Victor, you have a visitor.” Victor paused for a moment. “I’ll see her after I use the restroom.” He was steadily growing more desperate by the moment. He started to bounce back and forth on his feet as Francis appeared in the hallway. “Hello Victor.” She smiled and waved at him. Victor’s stomach flipped upside down. Francis and he stood in the hallway as she looked at him. The assistant, sensing tension, left them alone. “You headed to the bathroom?” Francis smiled at him. “Yes.” “Then I’m coming with you.” Before he realized what was happening, Francis marched Victor to the restroom and locked the door behind him. “Have you managed to keep your underwear dry?” Victor kept his mouth shut and tried to make a beeline for the urinal. But Francis pulled him back. “Let’s check that underwear and see how you did.” Francis smiled. “I know my baby boy had to take the water pill earlier today.” Victor didn’t budge. But Francis was not going to be deterred. She grabbed his belt buckle and pulled his pants down around his ankles. She had him step out of the slacks and then placed her hand on top of the training pants. She squeezed his penis through the padding. “Just as I thought.” Francis shook her head, continuing to fondle Victor as he stood there. “You weren’t even able to keep your pants dry for three hours.” “That’s because you forced me to take that damn water pill.” Victor tried to stamp his feet in frustration, but only ended up falling over. In his surprise he ended up yelling and his bladder, already stretched to the limit because of the water pill released all the pee he had been holding in. Francis laughed as Victor saturated his training pants and the floor. “Looks like someone needs to be put back in diapers.” Francis said placing her diaper bag just out of reach of Victor’s mess. Victor just groaned.

Hey everyone, thanks for reading The Locke Program. I hope you are enjoying it so far. Check out all of my stories available on my Patreon for just $5 a month... you'll even unlock the next part early. *** “This is bad.” Gary said over breakfast the next day as he and Shane huddled at their table. Gary had taken one look at Shane the next morning and gasped. He didn’t realize they were still running the Locke Program at this prison. “The Locke Program?’ Gary shuddered slightly stabbing his hard oatmeal with his spork. “Yeah, it’s named after Raymond Locke. The first person to… you know… have to deal with this.” “What happened.” But Gary refused to talk about it instead nodding his head to the left where the man with the barrel chest from earlier was approaching the table. He bust out laughing when he say Shane’s uniform. “Someone got Locked huh?” He laughed out loud, his buddies joining in. Shane took a deep breath and ignored him. “I’m at a loss for words, because you did such a great job yesterday delivering the package. You’re going to do it again for me today.” Shane stayed quiet. He didn’t want to piss this guy off anymore than he had too. But his roomate seemed to have slightly larger balls than he. “Any chance he can do something else? You know, laundry, bum cigs? Yesterday was pretty rough for him.” The barrel chested man laughed. “This isn’t Bruger King,” he said quoting a slogan from the early 2000’s betraying the length of time he’d already spent removed from society. “You can’t have it your way. You’re going to meet a friend of mind at visitation and then cough up the goods and deliver them to me.” Shane simply nodded and stayed hunched over his food. Gary nodded too as the man left. “You need to learn how to vomit quick.” Gary pointed to his food tray. “Otherwise you’re fucked.” Shane’s stomach suddenly felt sour. Gary was right, if he didn’t learn how to vomit, then the drugs would end up and his diaper and the nurse would discover the drugs when it was time to change. That would get him thrown in solitary for sure. Heck, it might even get time added to his sentence. “What the fuck am I supposed to do?’ Gary hissed across the table. “No worries. I have a buddy who works in the kitchens. He can get us some expired milk. That’ll do the trick.” Shane nodded. “Thanks man.” “In the meantime, you need to hurry up and get going, visitation is in an hour and I am pretty sure the nurse is going to want to check your… er… brief… before then.” Shane’s face turned red as he realized this was not going to be a fun time for him. Sure enough a few moments later a guard approached him and escortedd him back to his cell. There stood the nurse reading her clipboard. Shane wondered what exactly that thing said and why people who seemed to have power all seemed to have clipboards in this place. “How is your diaper doing?” She asked as Shane entered the cell. “It’s fine.” Shane said with a little pride. “Dry, like I said I was going to be.” The nurse nodded and had him remove his pants. Shane complied. She gave the front of the diaper a squeeze and put a finger in the leg gathers and deemed him honest. “Good work.” The nurse wrote something down on her clipboard and walked to the door of the cell. “You can come to me today if you think you’re going to have an accident so we can get that diaper off you so you can use the restroom. Remember, that diaper has to stay dry in order for you not to have to wear one the rest of the week.” Shane nodded. “Oh, and you can pull your pants up now.” The nurse chuckled and vanished into the hall. Shane scrambled to get his pants up just in time because a moment later, the guards approached him and told him he had a visitor. For a second, Shane considered not going, he’d have an easier time keeping his diaper dry if he didn’t have to swallow illicit drugs. But then he figured it would be easier to swallow the drugs than have his face rearranged later that night, so he crinkled his way to visitation. Once again, that woman with the green eyes was there waiting for him, She smirked when she saw his baby blue uniform. Shane sure didn’t feel tough looking like a giant toddler with all of the other hardened inmates in the room speaking to their people. Shane chocked down the drugs and returned to his cell where Gary was waiting for him holding the cup. “The kitchen people said if you drink this, you’ll vomit pretty quickly.” “What is it?” Shane peeked inside the cup and saw a few chunks of he didn’t know what inside. It looked like milk, only it had a yellow tint to it and smelled rancid. “It’s spoiled goats milk. Taken from the women’s prison.” Shane gaged at the thought of this. “That’s exactly what we need,” Gary smiled. “You ready?” Shane nodded as Gary walked him though what the process was going to be like. He’d vomit and Gary would hold a makeshift strainer out for him to vomit into, that way the drugs would be caught and they wouldn’t have to go fishing for them in the toilet. Had Shane not been busy trying to hype himself up to drink the concoction, he would have been a bit more impressed at the genius of all of this. He needed to make sure he thanked Gary who was turning out to be a life saver. Shane took the cup form Gary and stared at it. He brought it to his mouth and gagged. There was no way in hell he could drink this. This was impossible. “Dude, don’t think about it… just drink it.” Gary said. “Come on Shane, just drink it. You got this man.” Shane yelled very loudly and chugged the concoction. Shen had never tasted death before, but that had to be what death tasted like. The milk was chalky, like eating dry cake and chalk all at once. There was an odd crunch to it as it went down, scraping the sides of his throat. There was this sharp firey aftertaste that clung to his mouth, coating his tounge with a rancid film. The worst part were the chunks, forcing him to chew what should have been a simple liquid. Instantly, two things happened. His stomach instantly began to cramp, churning rapidly trying to expel the intruder. He gagged as the milk came back up and along with it, the drugs. Gary caught it in the strainer as he was on his knees in front of the toilet, praying to the plumbing gods. The vomited again and again and again. Gary patted him on the back as he did so. “Good work Shane.” Gary kept saying over and over as he shook the strainer and counted the bags. When Shane came up for air, Gary looked impressed. “Four baggies.” “Only four?” Shane said rinsing his mouth out. “I swallowed five.” Another cramp ripped through his gut. Luckily Gary was there with the bowl as he dry heaved. Gary looked slightly confused. “We are out of vomit juice though…” “Do you think?” Shane’s gut was on fire as he suddenly felt the need to actually use the bathroom.“Fuck.” He looked at Gary with panic. “I need to go to the nurse. Now. Get the guard.” Gary nodded and went to the cell door to call for the guard. Shane tried to stand up, but he couldn't. He bowels wanted to move then. But he held out until the nurse came to the cell. “I need to use the restroom.” Shane yelled in her direction. The nurse nodded as Gary stepped aside, and let her enter. Shane noticed he had handed off the four drug packets to another inmate who had been walking by and was watching closely. Shane was sure there was no need to be worried. He had just swallowed the packets, there was no way they’d make it through his intestines so quickly. The nurse grabbed her magnetic key to unlock Shane from his plastic pants when suddenly he felt himself lose complete control. His abdomen contracted as his stomach pushed and a watery, gooey mess dropped into this diaper. He felt the mess gather in the back as much as possible, and then, meeting resistance, started to creep forward to the front of his diaper. His abdomen cramped again as more liquid mush came out. Shane, still on his knees, leaned forward and let nature take its course while both the nurse and Gary watched with horror. Once finished, Shane was helped to his feet by the nurse. “Don’t worry, you won’t have to wear it tomorrow… You came and got me.” Shane nodded slightly, completely humiliated as the nurse helped him pull his pants up and exit the cell. Walking in a loaded diaper was much worse than a dry thick one. For starters, the mess just clung to him in such a personal way reminding him that he’d done something so infantile. Shane couldn’t help but be thankful for the plastic pants as he walked down the hallway. They kept everything contained, and tight against his body. Once they reached the nurses office, she had him lie down on the exam table where she removed the plastic pants and began to untape the diaper. She made no mention of the mess that was inside and acted like this was a normal day for her at the prison. Shane was thankful for her professionalism as she pulled out some wipes and began to get as much mess into the diaper as possible. But then the nurse paused for a moment and went back to her desk. She pressed a button and the four guards walked in and held down his arms and legs. “Is everything okay?” Shane asked. “Were you sneaking contraband into the prison?” The nurse asked? Had Shane not just finished emptying himself at both ends he would have shit himself with fear on the spot. But instead he just felt hot. “No.” He said weakly. The nurse reached into the diaper and pulled out a small baggie. The baggie he had swallowed earlier. Shane swallowed hard. The nurse sighed and removed the diaper from Shane and finished cleaning him up. “You realize there are consequence for your action right?” Shane dropped into apology mode instantly and began trying to say it would never happen again, but the nurse just tossed the bag into the biohazard bag and grabbed a box from the shelf. “Get him into the shower please.” She motioned told the guards who walked him to the shower and scrubbed him down. While Shane did not enjoy being man handled, he was glad to finally be clean. The guards brought him back to the exam table where the nurse had pulled the stirrups from beneath the table. Struggling now, the guards wrestled him onto the table and held him down. The nurse pulled out some lube and coated the device in her hands a bit. “Now, you know you can’t just bring drugs into this prison. Now I could just go tell the Warden about what you did, but that’d probably add five more years to your sentence.” The nurse placed he finger into Shanes butthole causing him to yelp in shock. She then took two, then three fingers, opening him up more and more. “But I actually devised a program of my own that stops inmates from sneaking in drugs using their rear end.” The nurse nodded at the guards who tightened their grip on Shane. She then plunged the device into Shane’s asshole causing him to yell out. And suddenly it was over. Shane suddenly felt… extremely open. As if he coudn’t clinch if he wanted too. The nurse taped him up into a new diaper and slid the plastic pants on top. “Naturally, you’ll be in diapers for the next week while you have this device inside of you. Let me tell you how it works.” The guards had let go of Shane at this point, allowing him to sit up and rub his bottom. “The device keeps your sphincter open, which means you can no longer hide things up there. But the side effect is complete loss of bowel control sadly. But -“ She spoke louder as Shane started to protest. “-it’s something you should have thought about before you decided to break the rules. One week with this device and you’ll have learned your lesson.” The nurse motioned for the guards to take Shane back to his cell. While he was on his way out of the door, the nurse spoke. “I’ll be by at 8 AM, noon and 7PM to change you, if you need it. So you’d better be ready. And inmate…” her eyes narrowed, “I wouldn’t keep smuggling drugs into my prison if I were you. Things can, and will get worse.”

Shane had told the judge he was innocent. He had told the public defender the same thing. But they all looked at him and said a variation of the same thing. We don’t believe you. Okay, fine. In all fairness they didn’t say exactly that. The public defender, holding stacks of papers that threatened to explode from his briefcase and under his armpits, had cleared his throat and said, “Mike, I’m sure you won’t get any jail time for…” he looked at his iPad, then at a few documents in front of him, “Trespassing on the state house?” “I’m Shane,” Shane said, his hands still cuffed on the table in front of him. He shifted uncomfortably in the chair that was bolted to the floor. “Sorry, that’s someone else.” The public defender reached into his files and pulled out another sheet. “Ah yes. Shane. Oh. Shane.” His voice fell as he read the report. “This isn’t good.” Shane knew it wasn’t good. But he wasn’t even in the area when the event happened. He’d just been walking home when the police had come by and picked him up. And now he was with the public defender preparing to see a judge in 20 minutes and the best he could hope for was “this isn’t good??” Of course the defender had recommended he plea out. He was young, a 7 year plea meant three and a half years. He could get his life back. But when the judge asked him how he’d like to plea, he overrode his attorney and said he wasn’t guilty. You’re not supposed to lie in a courtroom right? After six months of trial, after people in suits who charged more by the hour than his defender made in a year, Shane was found guilty and sent to jail. Shane will never forget the sound of the cell doors closing the first night. And the moans that came from the grown ass men who had been brought in there with him. Not so tough now that you’re locked in a cage, Shane thought. After the first few months Shane broke into a routine. He’d met the Doctor, a very stern looking woman who had to be five feet tall on a good day named Dr. Holmes. During his first exam, she didn’t even smile his way when he flashed his generally disarming grin. “You don’t want to make friends with me Innate 6754,” Dr Gold had said before asking him to put his pants back on. Shane was doing fine. He had found his routine. He managed to sleep okay and he was working on his appeal when one day a large man blocked him from entering his cell. The man with his barrel chest and hairy arms cracked his knuckles and looked Shane dead in the eyes. “I don’t think we’ve been introduced yet.” Shane took one look at the man and determined he wanted nothing to do with him and turned around to go the other direction. But the man had other plans. He spun Shane around and pulled him close. “You’re not going anywhere.” And it was explained to Shane. Everyone in this cell block paid taxes to this man. He was the biggest guy on the cell block, not in height, but in width. And accordingly everyone needed protection from him. “I can’t smuggle in drugs.” Shane said. “I don’t even get visitors.” “Tomorrow you will” the man had responded. “And trust me. You want to accept the packages.” Shane nodded and figured he’d do this one errand and call it a day. He didn’t fancy being scraped off the side of the cell block because he let his vanity get in the way. This was in prison. He needed to do what it took to survive. But the visitation was a disaster. This woman walked in with black hair, dark grey eyes and an attitude and handed him three small bulbs of something. “How am I supposed to..?” Shane asked. They’d search his hands and person when he went back to the prison. The woman leaned in close. “Swallow the fucking thing.” Then she got up and left. Shane choked down the three small bulbs and rushed back to the prison cell to vomit them out. But much to his dismay nothing came out. No matter how many times he scraped the back of his throat. He glanced at the clock. He had a deadline and the last thing he wanted was to have that horrible man come back and beat him to a pulp. Shane’s cellmate returned just in time to see him sobbing while sitting on the edge of his bed. “What’s up man?” Gary, Shane’s cellmate looked over at Shane skeptically wondering what was wrong. Shane explained. “If I can’t get these out, I’m fucked.” Gary laughed. “First time?” Shane looked confused. “First time?” “You know, smuggling stuff in.” Shane blinked. “You could tell.” “You need to shove them up the back door man. They’ll come out easier.” Shane was baffled. There was no way he was doing that. “By the look on your face you’re not getting it. One step at a time though. Let’s get whatever is inside of you, out of you.” Gary left the cell as Shane wiped his face and tried to throw up a few more times, but was only met with failure. Gary returned with a paper cup and handed it to Shane. “Drink it all. And then pop yourself on that toilet over there. You’re gonna be… busy for a few hours.” Gary then left the cell laughing to himself. Shane chugged the foul tasting sludge and climbed into bed. He figured he’d feel the effects and could head to the toilet when it was time. He didn’t fancy sitting on that crusty cell toilet any longer than he had too. But the next thing Shane knew he was waking up. A horrendous cramp wracked his gut. It was like a knife stabbing his abdomen. He tried to crawl out of bed, but another cramp shot through his body. The next thing he knew, he was doubling over, a thick sludge oozing into his pants. Shane couldn’t stop the movement, he clenched as hard as he could, but the mess just kept coming. Before he knew what was happening, he felt a trickle from in front as he began to wet himself as well. Not exactly the way he planned to wake up. Desperate, Shane tried to grab a towel to clean himself up. He wouldn’t be able to shower for several hours, when the cell doors opened again. But before he could move, the lights all came on as a buzzer sounded. The guards were ready to do a spot check. Gary sat up in his bed, took one look at Shane and chuckled to himself. “You should have popped yourself on the toilet man.” He covered his nose as he hopped down from his bunk. “You’d better grab those little baggies and hide them before the guards see.” Indeed, in the mess that had leaked down his legs were a few small round baggies that he had swallowed earlier. At least he had accomplished his task. Gary showed him how to quickly clean them off and stuff them into the bottom of the toilet for safekeeping and then both of them lined up in front of their cell. Shane noticed Gary was standing a few feet away from him as the other men wrinkled their noses at the pathetic sight of a grown man in soiled pants. The guards approached each of the men and checked their cells. When they reached Gary and Shane they burst out laughing. The guards, who never seemed to miss a moment to humiliate any of the prisoners, asked Shane if he was potty trained and if he’d ever seen a toilet before? To Shane’s credit, he held his tongue, determined to just shower and get this over with. But to his surprise, one of the guards reached for his radio and called for someone called Frankie to come down and take a look at Shane’s “medical problems.” While the other inmates were told they could go back to bed, a janitor came by and began mopping up the room. Soon a woman approached Shane and told him to follow her. Shane felt quite silly walking behind this short woman who was wearing a pair of baggy pants and a pair of scrubs. She had a clipboard in her hands and ushered him into what looked like a medical exam room. She looked Shane up and down and then said quietly, “So you had a little accident?” Shane blushed, his face continuing to turn red during this conversation. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” The woman said again. Shane realized that her voice was naturally soft and that she wasn’t speaking just above a whisper. This was just how she was al the time. “This doesn’t usually happen.” Shane said quietly. “It must have been the cafeteria food. I’m new here so I don’t think I’m used to it yet.” The woman didn’t take her eyes away from Shane as he spoke. They just bore into his soul causing him to feel like a child. Shane realized as he trailed off that he was babbling at this point so he shut the fuck up. The woman looked back at her clipboard. “I don’t see on here where you have bowel Incontinence.” “I don’t!” Shane blurted. The woman looked up slightly and examined his dirty prison uniform. Shane was once again aware of how fifths he had to have been at that moment. “Do you think you could…” he gestured to his pants that were now stained deep brown. “Of course.” The woman pointed out the coroner of the room where there was an open shower and told him he could shower there. Prison rules said that a guard had to be present when he showered, so she walked back into the hallway. Shane wasted no time stepping out of his current uniform and placing his clothes into a biohazard bag in the corner. Next he stepped under the freezing cold water and let it clean off his body. He grabbed the soap and scrubbed as hard as possible trying to get the stench from off of him. His brain was moving quickly, he was hoping this roommate had delivered the drugs to that fucking guy from earlier. This was all his fault after all. But before he could think too much, the nurse returned back and was staring at her clipboard again, this time jotting down a few notes. Shane stepped out of the shower and took a towel from the guard. Shivering now, he sat on the exam table and tried to keep his dignity intact as the woman put down he clipboard and told the guard he could leave. “Shane, we need to have a serious conversation about your issues.” Shane held up his hand. “Look, ma’am… I don’t have bladder issues. I promise, It had to have been the food, or it was probably a prank or something. This has never happened before.” “The worst part is that you didn’t seem to realize that you needed to go.” The nurse ignored him, still drilling her eyes into Shane who was now shivering. The cold shower, mixed with the cold room wasn’t doing him any favors. “We have protocols inmate.” The nurse reached into the cabinet and pulled out a package of some sorts. She opened it up and put a white square on the exam table next to him along with what looked like a pair of clear briefs. She also stacked a pair of pants and a shirt on the table as well. But unlike the current orange uniform, these were a light blue and seemed thicker than the usual uniform. “Here’s how this is going to work and (she glanced sharply at Shane who looked ready to protest again) you really don’t have any say in this. We have to protec the other inmates from biohazards and other issues. Next to you is your new uniform for today. The briefs are in case you have another accident and the plastic pants are there to catch any leaks you might encounter.” “Excuse me?” Shane picked up the “so called briefs” and instantly recognized them as a diaper. “This is a diaper, for babies. There’s no way I can wear this.” Shane could see it now, he’d have on diapers in this prison and he’d be the prison bitch for sure. Forget delivering drugs to keep himself safe, there would be no way he’d recover from this. The nurse shook her heard. “You don’t have a choice, it’s for your own safety, your own good.” Shane crossed his arms. “It’s not happening.” The nurse shrugged and pressed a button next to her desk. An intercom came on. “Can we please get a guard in here.” The nurse sat down. “The guards will take care of you. Most patients are reluctant at first, which is understandable.” Before Shane could react, four guards hustled into the room, two of them grabbing his arms, while the other two grabbed his legs. They easily grabbed the towel he had been holding from him and held him down. The nurse to her credit stayed calm while Shane did his best to kick and scream. But all he could really do was scream, he legs and arms were in essence, locked to the table. The nurse stepped between him and unfolded the brief and slid it underneath him. It was clear, based on the way the brief was designed, that it was more like a diaper than anything else. The back of the diaper was so thick, it caused his back to arch slightly as it was artificially lifted off the table. She reached under the table and pulled out a bit of powder and sprinkled it on his crotch area. Had Shane not been completely cold because of the shower and the room, he might have enjoyed that for a moment, but instead he was livid. All he could do was watch as the nurse took her time to tape the diaper shut and then reached for the plastic pants. The plastic pants snapped together on the sides magnetically. They caused the diaper to push against him so he was constantly aware that he was wearing the infantile, offending garment. Later, after hours of trying, Shane would figure out that there was no way he was going to be taking the diaper or the plastic pants off without the magnetic key. The guards left the room as the nurse thanked them and returned back to her desk and jotted some notes on the clipboard. Shane desperately grabbed at the plastic pants, but they wouldn’t budge. This was absurd, how could they do this to him? He had rights after all. But the nurse looked at him without pity. “If you manage to keep your diapers dry today, then you won't have to wear them tomorrow.” Shane looked up. “What?” “If you mangae to keep your diapers dry, you won’t have to wear them tomorrow. Well, till the end of tomorrow anyway.” Shane brightened up. That wasn’t a bad deal, he’d just limit his intake of water for the day and come back and they’d remove the offending garment. He could do that. Shane put on the baby blue uniform and squirmed slightly. Looking in the mirror he noticed that his rear end poofed out considerably. In fact, his entire crotch bulged out because of the thick diaper. To make matters worse, as he was escorted back to his cell, he realized the diaper caused him to seriously waddle. In fact, it was a struggle to keep his legs together even. Luckily, it was still the middle of the night so he didn’t have to deal with the other inmates ragging on him. The guard locked his cell behind him and Shane climbed into bed. He noticed his cell smelled like bleach, no doubt because they had cleaned the room in his absence. He had to remind himself to thank his roommate later. Maybe he’d throw him some credits later on for the commissary. As Shane drifted to sleep, he had one thought on his mind. He needed to stay dry at all costs, he wasn’t about to be diapered for another day. Little did he know, life had other plans for him.

Victor woke up dry of course. There wasn’t any need for him to pee in his diapers. At least that’s what he thought. Francis had come in first thing in the morning and checked his diaper and, based on her actions, was extremely disappointed. “I’m not sure what the purpose of you wearing diapers is if you’re not going to use them,” she clucked annoyingly while squeezing the front of his padding. Victor just responded simply, “I’m not a baby.” That seemed to be the most common of refrains nowadays. But it was helpless while he was in the program. No one using the app at this point was convinced that he didn’t want to be in the situation he was in. “But you are mommy’s little boy.” Francis left the room and told him to keep his dry diapers on for breakfast. Victor, expecting the royal treatment, entered his living room to find that not only was there no food already made, but that Francis expected him to make breakfast. Victor scratched his head confused. Last night she’d made dinner. I guess this is the part where he was “still and adult” sometimes. Victor shook his head slightly at this whole situation. How the hell was supposed to survive this if he didn’t know the rules? But he also didn’t want her to do everything for him either. Victor was fighting this complicated game, where he was trying to stay in control of the situation and at the same time, go with the flow. He had figured out during this process the more he fought it, the worst things still seemed to get. Victor was under the impression that if he could hold off his urge to fight, he could survive. But as he made the eggs, he realized he’d never been very good at not fighting. His will to be independent was always too strong. After breakfast, Francis and Victor sat down to eat. Francis, holding her usual air of authority, started listing off what they were going to do that day. There would be grocery store time and time for meal prep. Not to mention the chores that needed to be done around the apartment. Victor couldn’t help but feel like this had to have been what having a live-in girlfriend looked like. Planning your day together in the morning. Meal prepping together. It would have been great had he not felt like he had any say in wearing a diaper. The funny thing though, Victor had never considered what his lifestyle would look like had he integrated diapers into his relationship. Sure he liked to be forced into diapers from time to time, everyone liked a little humiliation, but it was usually on his terms, not some strange woman who wouldn’t mind walking into a crowded bar with a diaper in her hand demanding he submit. Francis reminded him that he would have to make sure he wet his diaper every hour during the day and that she would be checking. After clearing the plates Victor peed a little and looked at the clock. It was going to be a long day of chores and boredom. But as it turned out, the day moved pretty quickly. Victor discovered that while the diapers were incredibly absorbent, they forced him to waddle. Francis openly laughed at him when he was at the shops, pointing out loudly that her “little baby's diaper was bulging so big.” Victor, to his credit, tried to ignore her. But Francis was not to be ignored. She stopped what she was doing and asked, “Victor baby, are your diapers wet?” Victor stopped. She was so fucking loud. Turning around, he noticed her hands on her hips and determined that she was not going to stop unless he played along. Feeling small, he nodded. “I can’t hear you baby.” Francis responded. Victor sighed a little. “My diapers are wet.” Francis clapped her hands. “Yes. They. Are.” She bopped him on the nose to emphasize each point. “And they’re bulging too aren’t they?” Victor’s face was burning with embarrassment at this point. But he complied. “Yes, my diapers are bulging Francis.” “Oh no. it’s not Francis… it’s mommy.” Victor felt tiny. “Yes… mommy my diapers are bulging.” Francis… well… mommy smiled and continued shopping. But the more Victor waddled in the shops and the more he leaked into his diaper, the more he realized Francis had a point. There was no way his diaper was going to survive another wetting. He could tell at this point. The diaper was beyond saturated and he was feeling wetter and wetter every moment, he could tell the diaper had stopped absorbing any liquid. So he tapped Francis on the shoulder and asked quietly, “Mommy, may I please have a diaper change?” It felt weird asking someone out loud for a diaper change, especially when doing an ultra adult task like grocery shopping. Francis dismissed him however. Told him he could wait and encouraged him to keep drinking his water bottle like a good baby.Victor just groaned and took another sip of the giant bottle of water she handed him. But it seemed like Francis wasn’t going to tortue him because about half an hour later she led him to the family bathroom and laid out a mat on the tile floor. In typical fashion, she had to drag out the moment. “Looks like these extra thick diapers held up really well. You should thank Mommy Francis for putting you in them.” Victor stayed quiet. That’s when she gave his balls a light slap causing Victor to let out a Yelp. “Thanks Francis.” He mumbled. Francis frowned. “You know I was going to let you wear big boy underwear tomorrow because you were being so good. But I don’t think you deserve it.” Victor's ears perked up. This was a good opportunity for him. It would mean he wouldn’t have to waddle around all day, forced to drink a ton of water. “I’m sorry Francis, er… Mommy. Thank you for letting me wear my thick diapers.” Victor actually meant it this time especially if it meant he didn’t have to wear this hot diaper all day. Embarrassingly enough, Victor instantly started peeing the moment the diaper was taped around him. Francis, took notice and simply smiled. And that’s how the rest of the day went. Victor would drink his water and he’d stay diapered and keep getting checked throughout the day. Because he had no interest in wearing diapers the next day on what was no doubt going to be another warm summer day, he was extra good and sappy. He thanked his “mommy” each time she changed him. Victor willingly submitted to diaper checks and got rid of his pants when he was in the house. For all intents and purposes, Victor was an obedient boy. That night as Victor climbed into bed, he asked Francis if he had earned his big boy pants back tomorrow. Francis looked at him with a weird look on her face. “You really want those big boy pants don’t you?” She rustled his hair. Victor nodded. “Let’s see how I feel tomorrow morning.” Francis turned off the light and snuggled him behind him patting his diapered bottom as she fell asleep. But the next morning Victor learned the hard way that big boy pants weren’t exactly what he wanted. It started out simply enough. Francis told him that because he had been so good yesterday, he could wear his big boy underwear. Elated, Victor rolled over and waddled to his dresser, only to find that in place of his normal boxers, were brightly colored training pants. The training pants looked childish. For starters, they were briefs, like a child would wear. On the outside were cartoon characters like dinosaurs, robots and in some cases, princesses. Victor picked up one of the offending garments and noticed that there seemed to be an extreme amount of padding in the seat and front of the training pants,no doubt intended to catch dribbles. “I can’t wear these.” Victor said stubbornly. “Then you’re never getting out of diapers.” Francis said leaving the room. “You wanted big boy underwear, this is simply the next step.” Victor’s face burned. He knew this was too good to be true. To make matters worse, Francis was pretending not to know why this was a problem. He wasn’t going to be able to workout in these pants. The moment he did anything, the lining of the underwear would show. But the more Victor thought about it, he remembered that when he was diapered 24/7, his waistband would sometimes show and no one said anything. At least now he’d be able to use the bathroom like a reasonable adult. That meant he’d also be able to do number two in the toilet for a change. This could be a good thing for him and not as all as bad as the last week he was in the program. “Fine.” Victor growled. He grabbed the most masculine looking pair (briefs with toy trucks on them) and took his diaper off and hopped in the shower. After cleaning himself off, he had to admit, the training pants were comfortable. They were kinda like diapers, but not really. The way they fit was a bit odd, he wasn’t used to not having a crinkle when he walked. While the training pants didn’t crinkle, the slight rustling did remind him that he wasn’t wearing big boy underwear, but something infantile. He hated to admit it, but these training pants were a step in the right direction. Victor thought hard, his goal was to make sure he’d be able to wear them all week. Victor pulled his jeans up, grabbed a tee shirt and met Francis at the breakfast table where he sat down (legs dangling and all) and thanked her for making breakfast. “No problem,” Francis said smiling warmly. “Here’s some orange juice.” She set a tall glass in front of him at the table, and a glass of water. “Don’t forget to stay hydrated.” Victor nodded and took a sip of the juice, realizing that for the first time this week, he’d be using the toilet the next time he had to pee. “Now before you go into the office today, there are a few rules you have to know about.” Francis steepled her fingers and looked in Victor’s direction. “And if you don’t follow them, you’re back in diapers for good this week.” Victor groaned and looked at her. You’ve got to be kidding me. ***

Laura was extremely skeptical when Victor asked for a meet up. At least that’s what her face said. She had her arms crossed and she was taping her foot impatiently. “What makes you think we can trust you this time?” They’d been arguing for about twenty minutes at this point. Victor had explained to her about the woman trapped in the house up in the country, how he’d been just so stressed ever since he’d left the program and how he’d be better. He just didn’t realize the gravity of his decision. Laura had reacted without flinching about the woman with the green eyes. Evidently she’d heard of her and was one of the reasons she’d started the League of Mommies to begin with. “Please,” Victor was throwing himself at her mercy. “I just want back into the program. I’ll do better. I’ll leave reviews and help you with QA and everything.” Laura just started at him. Then: “Fine.” She looked at her laptop and pressed a few buttons. “You’re back into the program.” Victor tried to look stoic. But this huge night had loosened in the back of his neck. He felt relief. “But we need you to test the last two weeks of your commitment, then you’re free to go.” “Absolutely.” Victor’s phone buzzed as his re-enrollment into MTP was processed. “When do I start?” “Tonight,” Laura closed her iPad. “A mommy will be by your house later tonight for level three.” Victor nodded. “And one more thing.” Laura stood up and loomed over Victor. “This is your last chance. If you screw up after this, you’re out. For good.” “Don’t worry, I’m gonna do this right.” But she had already turned around and left the cafe. *** Victor nervously paced around his apartment waiting for his mommy to stop by. He cringed a bit at that thought. Victor was never a little, just always someone who wanted to wear diapers for fun. He remembered this week was called something like MDLB, whatever that meant. The app didn’t give him any help either. That section was blank, but he also noticed that this experience was a bit more expensive than the last service they’d tested on him. Suddenly, Victor's door swung open. “What the?” In walked Francis carrying a large bag that was clearly a diaper bag. “Good evening Victor.” She set the bag on the table and demanded that he follow her into the bedroom. Victor paused because three more people entered his apartment as well. “Who are these..?” “Don’t worry about them,” Francis said dismissively. “I’ll explain.” Victor decided he’d rather follow directions on, instead of jeopardize his standing in the program. Francis was moving fast. She had already set up a diapers diaper changing pad on the bedroom floor. Victor laid down as Francis removed his pants and had him lie down. He noticed that the gentle fun he’d been used to from a few months ago had all but vanished, replaced with a stern air of arrogance. She rubbed lotion into his balls causing his penis to stir to attention. “None of that!” She snapped at Victor who just whimpered. “This week you’re not going to get any enjoyment out of this.” What? Victor wasn’t quite sure what to make of that comment and kept quiet. After powering him, Francis brought the impossibly thick diaper over him. Victor sat up when she was finished and flexed his legs back and forth. The diaper was thicker than he was used too but it wasn’t something that couldn’t be managed. “Come with me.” Francis led Victor back to his living room where she told him to sit down. It was a weird moment. Francis was towering over him causing him to feel extremely small in the chair. Victor then realized that this wasn’t his old table because the chair he was in was tall enough to cause his legs to swing back and forth and not touch the floor. The table was so tall that it came up to his chest, meaning he’d have to work to get anything off the table. He felt like a toddler. But maybe, that was the point. Victor started to look around at the other changes these people must have made to his apartment, but Francis had started speaking and Victor decided he had to pay attention. “This week you’re testing out the Mommy Dom / Little Boy service offered by Mommy Time Plus. This is one of the more extreme services we offer, but we find clients really ask for this. “Starting today and through the rest of the week Mommy will rule your life. For all intents and purposes; you are to be reared with a strict hand, which is mine. That means whatever I dress you in, that’s what you will wear for the day, no complaints, no excuses. “You will be expected to wet your diapers every single day like you had to do the last time you were in the program, but you need to make sure you are wetting your diaper every single hour. Mommy pays a lot of money for these so you’d better use them. If you do not wet, we have ways of making sure you do. And you’ll regret those moments. “Don’t worry though, there will be times you will not have to wear diapers. During these moments, mommy will choose your training pants for you. “Because Mommy is in full control, you will not masurbate or have an orgasm without mommy’s permission. Only naughty boys touch themselves without mommies permission. Trust me, you do not want to violate this rule. Naughty little boys pay severe consequences and regret ever touching themselves. Don’t worry, mommy will give you a few cummies if you are good, at my discretion. Remember, this week you are mommy’s little boy. This is our lifestyle. You asked for this.” Victor sat there with his mouth open. “What’s with this furniture?” He asked stupidly. “It’s really for next week, but we decided to move some of it in today.” “Some of it?” “Don’t worry about that right now. I need you to tell me you understand please.” Victor stared at her. Then nodded. “Fine.” It was only another seven days. He did it once before, he could do it again. “Very good.” Francis smiled and rustled his hair causing Victor to visibly flinch. “Now let make some dinner.” “Aren’t you leaving?” Victor asked a bit rudely. He didn’t want Francis in his house any longer than she had to be. That spelled trouble no matter how you looked at it. “No silly, I’m here for the next two weeks.” Francis had already entered the kitchen and begun fiddling with the oven. “Mommy Dom/ Little Boy means I’m in charge this week and you’re listening to mommy.” Victor's stomach never untied the knot it had tied itself in earlier. She was staying for two weeks? How had managed to give these women full control over his life again. He began to remember exactly why he had decided to leave the program in the first place. But he didn’t want a lifetime sentence to just underwear. That was unbearable. The rest of the evening Victor kept walking the dotted line of obedience and silence. He figured if he kept his distance he'd give Francis nothing to complain about. She made dinner (Macaroni and Cheese along with chicken and broccoli), and seemed to just be enjoying herself. After deciding that there was no need for Victor to wear pants in the house (mommy little boy didn’t need pant, especially since he was still in diapers), Victor constantly felt exposed. Everywhere he walked it was like he was a walking reminder that this is what it would be like to live someone’s weird twisted fantasy. To make matters worse, Francis had been clear. Victor was to wet his diaper every single hour. She maintained her side of the deal, constantly invading his personal space to see if his diaper was wetter than the last time she checked it. The thing was. It was obvious. Victor spent the evening drinking water and sitting at his computer at the table trying his best to ignore Francis. But every time he peed, the diaper expanded considerably. Indeed, these “pampers” as Francis referred to them, had no discretion attached to them, which meant before long, Victor was visibly waddling around the house. Finally when he was about to explode, Francis checked his diaper again and decided he needed a change. Because it was time for bed by then, Francis double diapered him with a stuffer and said that “mommy’s leaky boy” would need the protection. Plus she didn’t want to ruin the mattress. Lying down, Victor could feel the bulk between his legs and couldn’t help but flex his legs a little. The bulk felt good. And crinkly. And it all made him feel slightly helpless. In a good way. After Francis turned out the light, Victor rolled over and went to sleep. He remembered that Francis seemed to have something against masturbation, so he decided he needed to play things safe for now. Later this week he could enjoy this moment. Victor drifted off and fell asleep.