VoodooKinMafia

He hated that term "your diapers"... They weren't his diapers! He got frustrated at it and pointed it out. "They're not MY diapers. 1 belonged to the neighbor baby and the rest belonged to Denise... "He started before trailing off. He caught himself - and the last thing he wanted was to be put in a position to have to call Denise and ask if he could use them. He didn't want to start her down that train of thought, so he quickly shut up. Then, she was unlocking and removing the chastity cage... Which made him throw his hands forward to cover his miniscule manhood. He could see the laughter building up in Denise's face. He couldn't believe how grateful he was for the bath... It got him clean, and the bubbles hid his manhood from her ridicule. "We...we're... Not really going anywhere Today... Right??" He finally asked, the nervousness dripping from his words.

As Siobhan kept working the lotion, she nonchalantly rolled Crystal onto her stomach, before lotioning up her bottom thoroughly. Even, at one point, guiding Crystal onto her elbows and knees with her butt poking high into the air. It was once she was I this position and getting lotioned up, that Siobhan finally responded. "So... You want to earn training panties, do you? I mean - i could think about it... But at the rate you're going, you would soak right through them. Don't you think?"

For a moment he considered not releasing the cell phone. But with things as they were, he knew better. Of course it was "her" cell phone now. Even when his work called apparently... She would just force him to suck his own toes while taking to his personal rival. But... Was there a light here? Would he maybe get some contact with the outside world, again? He could tell by her expectant expression that she wanted a response. "Yes Mommy. Thank you, Mommy. I would really like a cell phone." She then pulled off the plastic panties and opened the sickening diaper. He realized 2 things when she opened the diaper... How hot the plastic disposible diaper had been, and how badly it actually smelled. He couldn't believe it, and something about laying in it open made it even more gross. "Ugh...take it off take it off take it off..." He said repeatedly. The smell driving him crazy. Even the tiny pink chastity cage was covered in the mess.

"Ok. So tell me then, Miss Adult... What is it going to take for you to admit that you are just a little girl? Because I want you to be happy, but as long as you're being sour - there's nothing I can do about it." Siobhan stated as she finished wiping Crystal clean. She then took out the lotion and began her ritualistic procedure of massaging it into Crystal's diaper area and legs. "I'm really trying, but if two accidents don't show you, what will?" Siobhan wasn't being mean - more frustrated - and that was obvious. "Do you need to make a big Christmas Present in the seat of your diaper to see?"

He was quickly growing frustrated with the phone, and indeed, just as he reached max frustration, it locked him out. It was then that he realized there was no way of getting it back into her pocket. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck... "A... A bath?" It was the classic frying pan and proverbial fire situation. He was thrilled to get out of the nasty diaper - but he didn't want HER bathing his naked body. Just like he loathed and feared the chastity device - but was glad that it kept his tiny penis hidden and away from ridicule. As the Lavender scent filled the room he blushed furiously. It was clearly a scent designed for little girls. He looked down at his phone. His poor wife, working on her career and growing in it, expected he was swinging a sledge hammer or carrying wood. Instead he was sitting on the bathroom floor in a VERY dirty diaper - about to be given a girly bubble bath by her mother. Shame. That was the feeling he wanted to describe. Pure, unadulterated, shame.

Siobhan smiled warmly "Come on sweet pea, you know that's not true. You've had two accidents since I met you. But it's okay..." Siobhan said, reassuringly as she started to wipe Crystal clean. "You can't help it. That's why they're called accidents - and not fault-cidents!" She had begun using that cheesy way of taking - normally reserved for only the prissiest and most princess-like kids that she got. After she had her wiped, she smiled at Crystal. "You know what I'm saying?"

He was utterly humiliated at being told that the babyish language he tried to use was barely good enough. But it didn't matter, he told himself, as he was escorted by his hand down the hall toward the nurs... No... It was toward the bathroom. He looked up at her quizzically. "Dee...err...Mommy..." He struggled to force himself to say. "Why are we going in there?" He asked, but as his eyes fell to her, he saw the very corner of his phone protruding from her pocket. Now was his chance! As quick as he could he took his free hand and, reaching across his body, snagged the phone from her pocket. It was lighting up like the 4th of July with notifications. He quickly tried to unlock it, only to find that the Swype combination had been changed...

"I know. I know you did." Siobhan replied as she lifted Crystal up and laid her on the changing table. "But it's hard! Believe me - that's why they make these in the first place!" Siobhan had drifted back into nurturing Crystal, as she untaped the soaked diaper. As she pulled out open, and let Crystal's hairless body air out a little bit, she could feel both the heat of the fresh urine escaping the diaper, as well as the weight of how badly Crystal cobalt had to go. She lifted the girl's legs and slid the diaperout from under her... rolling it up and dropping it into the trash can. "You'll get there soon, I'm sure of it! But for now, let's just be on the safe side, okay Little Miss Pudgy Butt?" Siobhan said playfully, as she gently poked Crystal's naked bottom with one of her manicured nails.

He was full on crying now. Becoming completely inconsolable as she shifted the mess in his diaper so that it covered him completely. "I...I made...made a...a s...stinky...stinky poo...poopy?" He tried to do better, as she was clearly not amused with, nor satisfied by, his first attempt. "In my...my ba... Baby diapees?" He would've said anything to be released from the disgusting prison. The morning had taken a tremendous toll on him, and it had barely begun. But losing control into the diaper was one of the most crushing moments of his life. Maybe even worse than having been put in the already soiled diaper initially."

Siobhan led her over to the car, knowing that she would have no more arguments (at least for awhile) from the little Crystal. "Now you hang tight, let me grab all of our stuff here..." She said, in her singsong voice as she opened the back door. The first thing she grabbed was the pacifier, which had been so angrily discarded earlier. She took it and wiped it off on her shirt before gently placing it into Crystal's mouth. Next, she grabbed Shelby and handed her to Crystal as well. Lastly, she nabbed another of the thick Christmas Pooh diapers, some lotion, and the pack of wipes that was easiest to reach - before shutting the back door and locking the car again. She gently, but authoritatively grasped Crystal's hand once again, and led her back towards the gas station bathroom.

"Aww... See? This is why it's so important to listen. If you would've jyst listened this could've all happened at home. But now, it's gotta happen in agas station bathroom..." Siobhan's voice was dropping with empathy as she spoke. "It's okay to be a little girl. You don't have to try and prove to me that you're an adult! In fact, you might have fun and enjoy Christmas more if you let go of all that." Siobhan knelt down right there in the restroom to give Crystala hug, before taking Crystal's hand again. "Okay Miss Cutie Pie.. Let's go get some more protection and let's get Shelby. Then we'll get you all fixed up and finally get home. Okay?"

He bit hard into his bottom lip, in an attempt to keep from screaming at her. He was in total shock that he was about to do this, But at this point nothing outweighed getting out of the filthy diaper. He swallowed hard as he prepared to try again... As he resisted every urge in his body that was screaming at him to resist. He tried to imitate her manner of mocking speech without the mockery, as he began. "Mommy...I...I...ma...made a pooopoo in my...in my diaper. Can... Can you please change me?" His face burned with the heat of 1000 suns as he not only asked for a diaper change, But also called her "Mommy"...

He could not believe his own ignorance, calling her in here to witness his shame. Yet now she seemed intent on making it even worse... By making him "ask nicely" fora diaper change. But, if he was being honest, it felt a small price to pay to get out of the nasty prison. He tried to calm himself, and gradually got his sobbing under control enough to talk. "Dee... Would...wo...would you...p..pp...Please change this diaper?" He asked, not realizing that she was filming him. However, when he saw her face, He knew that he had done something wrong. "What? I asked nicely...?"

Siobhan clutched the girl's hand and pulled her inside the gas station. As they weaved their way through the racks of salty snacks and aisles of motor oil, the finally reached the back of the store and entered the ladies bathroom. However each and every stall had a sign on it stating: "Closed for repairs? Out of order?" Siobhan read the signs out loud. It was obvious that fate was against Crystal, as even if they had ignored the signs, the yellow "caution" tape across the stall doors effectively barred entry. In fact, the only thing operable it seemed, were the sinks and a changing table. "Oh... Sorry little one. I tried. You think you'll be able to hold it until we get there?"

"Dee... Please..." But it was too late. He instantly regretted calling out to her. Why had he even done it? For the life of him, he didn't know. He had summoned his adversary to witness the moment of his further undoing... And his face burned with shame as he felt the mess start to escape his bottom and head into the diaper. "Unnhhggghhh..." He moaned loudly as he felt the already used diaper continue to expand. Tears raced down his cheeks as the show continued for a long moment. He couldn't believe how far he had fallen - in such a short time. Finally, it was over. He hung his head and sobbed softly. He had been completely and totally debased - doing that in front of... Her...

"That's okay! You have a special potty on right now! I promise, you'll be just fine!" Siobhan smiled warmly in the rear view mirror. She didn't mean for it to come across as condescending as it had. But as she listened to the child whimpering in the back seat, she realized that the best course of Aaron might actually be to let her stop for minute, rather than forcing her onward. There was a time forc proving points, and a time for gaining emotional currency. She felt that this might've become a "currency building" time. "Just hold tight and we'll be there soon. I'll pull into the gas station here for you, special. Then you won't have to worry about me calling you anything but Crystal ever again! You just have to hold strong. But don't worry, I believe in you." The neon lights of businesses along the freeway passed by her window slowly, each seeming to illuminate a new pained or fearful expression on Crystal's face. But then they were pulling into the large gas station parking lot on Christmas Eve. Siobhan parked and then went around to Crystal's door, letting her out and escorting her up towards the gas station door.

He felt fresh tears welling up in his eyes as he struggled not to use the diaper. Sweat was starting to form on his brow as he squirmed there. "Dee...Dee Please help me...." He finally swallowed his pride and called out, literally his last ditch effort, that his antagonist would come to his rescue. He gripped the high chair tray firmly, his knuckles turning white as he did everything he could to keep from using the diaper...

"Aww Honey Bunny... I mean... Crystal... Excuse me... Crystal." Siobhan began, mocking the girls insistence on name preference a little bit. "You don't seem to understand. Our deal is non-negotiable. I'm giving you an opportunity to prove your adulthood again. But if you can't... Then it'll be by my rules." Siobhan adjusted the rear view mirror to look at Crystal. "But don't worry, it's not far. We only have about 20 miles more to go..."

Siobhan's eyebrows raised, finding the little girls assertion of agency to be pretty humorous - especially when considering the fact that the next words out of her mouth were about needing to use the bathroom. "Well...Crystal... Let's see. You told me that you would prove that you were a grown up, and not a baby. Then you didn't. And after that you were much happier. Now, I'm going to give you an opportunity to stop me from calling you Little Elf, Sweet Pea, Princess Pampers... And all those other lovely nicknames." Siobhan smiled and turned onto the crowded freeway. "According to you, We are both adult ladies, right? Well - you've already gone potty once more than I have. So in all fairness, I should have to go first. I know I can make it home. If you make it home too, I'll call you Crystal and treat you as an equal - if not, then you'll answer to whatever sweet little name I call you. But that's not all! You will also agree to only use words that I approve for you - so long as you're in my care."

Dee's sudden departure from the kitchen confused him. He had been shown so far that she didn't do much without taunting him in some way. And yet, she had disappeared without a peep. From the highchair prison, he could hear her working on the computer, and twisted and turned to see if he could see her... Before groaning in frustration. He couldn't. But at that moment, there was another loud groaning sounds to be heard. Half from his mouth, and half from his stomach. "Oh God...no..." He could feel himself knotting up as his stomach began to cramp terribly. He also felt his bottom struggling in the messy diaper for the freedom to release. "Nooooooo....." He groaned lightly, his jaw clenching as he fought with everything that he had to keep from adding his own mess to the seat of the diaper. In the living room, He heard her typing furiously away.

He absolutely could not stop fidgeting. The mess from the diaper was growing more and more uncomfortable sitting there on the hard highchair, His stomach hurt from the disgusting meal, And he was anxious as could be and angry as hell that she was texting Denise. Of course, if he could see that she had just basically told Denise he was sleeping in the crib, he would've probably turned the highchair over in anger. What's worse, or would have been had he known it, was that she did NOT tell Denise that using "mommy" was an autocorrect typo. But it soon became clear that it would take the laxatives a while to affect him - and that she had time to take care of something else while he was securelyy strapped into the highchair with no chance of escape.

Traffic was absolutely horrible leaving the mall. But Siobhan had a good feeling about what was developing between she and Crystal. This had been, without a single doubt, the strangest day that Siobhan had ever experienced. It had been anxious, frustrating, and exhausting... And that was before she ever ran into Crystal. Now she had Crystal with her. She decided to break the temporary awkward silence "now, let's talk for a second on the ride home Sweet Pea. Let's chat about what's gonna happen tomorrow Little Elf. You know that tomorrow is Christmas I'm sure...?"

The furious and repeated texting was making him incredibly nervous. He knew it was his wife, and the evil look on Dee's face told him that it was destructive. But what could he do? He was stuck in a poopy diaper, with baby food all over him, in his wife's old high chair... And now he was reaching for the bottle like ha had been instructed to do. The phone chimed again. "Oh wow! I'm sleeping in a 5 star hotel and you're sleeping in my old nursery? Lol at least it's not in the crib, right?" It chimed again: "Lol, My "mommy"? I hope that's an autocorrect type typo? I'm glad you're not mad about Mario. That's not like you, but thank you. Don't worry, he won't try anything." Joshua finished the bottle off and then set the old bottle down on the high chair tray. "Dee... I'm done. Can you please not text Denise any of those pictures?"

Siobhan was torn. She wanted to set down ground rules and knew that, especially with toddlers like this one, out needed to be done early. However, it was also Christmas Eve, and she didn't want to ruin the holiday for Crystal any more that it probably already was. It didn't take long for her to make her mind up. She exited the car again and then opened the door to the backseat. Once she had Crystal unbuckled, she helped her move over to the booster seat. "See? Nice girls get nicer things than girls who throw fits do. Now, this is a one time thing... You need to understand. Only good little girls who do good things and follow rules get to sit in the booster seat. So be good, alright?"

He was getting more and more upset, watching Dee text his wife and not knowing what the texts said. He was struggling to get through with the prunes, but the end was in sight. Just a few more to go... Meanwhile, the phone chimed again "Didn't she tell us that she had that turned back into a nursery? Lol I guess that would be embarrassing. Are you guys getting along though?"" Joshua saw Dee's face light up, which could only mean bad things for him. But as she started typing the reply, he heard the chime again. "Oh! I forgot to tell you, I'm not the only one from out office here. At the last minute, they sent Mario! Isn't that cool? I'm not all alone like you were worried about!" Joshua noticed that Dee's face took that mischievous shine to it with this second text. If he had seen the text, he would've known why. Joshua hated Mario. He and Denise had been hired at the same time, and he had always openly flirted with Joshua's wife. On one of Dee's more recent visits, the topic had come up - and it was no secret that Denise sometimes flirted back... Dee knew all of it. Finally, he had finished the last of the prunes, panting - gagging - and gasping. "Ok...ok i finished. Please tell me that you aren't sending her those pictures!"