My New Job

[diaperpt]

This is a story I wrote quite a while ago and posted on the old Sissybecky site.

Warning: it is a strong forced diaper story with content some may not enjoy. It isn't a cute little baby story. Others may enjoy the story up toward the end and not enjoy that. I've thought of writing an alternate ending and may if you get that far and still like the story.

Please let me know what you think of the story as I post. I plan to post a chapter at a time on a rather random basis. I do feed off of responses to the story, so while it is all written, please do let me whether you like it (or not...). You lurkers out there - and I was one for a long time - please be brave and let me know if you like the story. If there is no sincere interest, I may not bother finishing to post the whole thing. I've got no illusions about being a great writer, but do want to share with others who enjoy what I've done.

MY NEW JOB

Chapter One

I'd been on the road all day. I had just finished up my M.B.A. and was heading to Chicago where I had a job interview. I was going to stay in the area to look for work even if this job didn't work out, so I'd sold the little furniture and big items I owned and had packed all my worldly possessions into my little sedan. The back seat was so packed, I couldn't see out, though I had the use of the side mirrors. It was just after nine at night and I'd needed to pee badly for the last hour, but rather than pull off the interstate I'd just kept going hoping to find a rest area. Happily, I noticed a sign for a highway gas station two miles ahead.

Now I did tend to have a heavy foot and it was made worse by my need to pee, so I guess I'd drifted up close to 80 mph and had slid past a slower car in the fast lane. I was thrilled as I saw the rest area appear in front of me, though a drop of urine slipped into my briefs as I slowed rapidly into the exit lane for the rest area. I squeezed myself tight to prevent another drip of pee. I think that was the first I noticed of the flashing lights behind me. Damn! I'm usually pretty good about spotting cops! And besides, I had to go to the bathroom! I didn't have time for a ticket!

Well, I pulled over to the side of the exit ramp into the rest stop and sat there for a minute or two before the cop even got out of his car. I guess he must have been radioing in that he'd stopped someone. My heart pounded and my bladder ached as I awaited the inevitable ticket. Finally, I heard his car door close and then "Well, sir, do you know why I pulled you over?"

"Sorry Officer," I said, "I guess I was probably going a little faster than I should have been. I'll watch my speed. I really have to go to the bathroom."

"Yeah, don't bother with the story. I've heard 'em all. Guess you were about ready to pee your pants, right? Passing on the right on a two lane road, too, and now that I notice, you don't have your seat belt fastened. Where you going in such a hurry, anyway? And what's with all this stuff? You didn't just steal all that stuff in there did you?"

"Of course not!" I said, highly insulted. "This is everything I own in the world. I'm moving to Chicago. And I'm really sorry, but I've got to piss like a racehorse. It's OK if you've got to give me a ticket, but I've got to get out of the car and go in to the bathroom now!"

My impassioned plea had the reverse effect of what I'd hoped. Immediately his demeanor and tone of voice changed. Maybe it should have meant something to me, but it just didn't register. Even if it had, it was too late.

"Oh, no you don't, Sonny. You are going to stay right in that car while I go back and write you up. But I've got to run a check on your license and registration first to be sure you really aren't in some sort of trouble with the law."

"But officer, I really have to go!" I pleaded.

"Don't you dare make a move to get out of that car!" he said menacingly.

Well I sat and squirmed for what seemed like five minutes and finally I thought, I've got to go. So what if I'm getting a ticket. What's the big deal?

I threw open the door and stood up out of the car, when suddenly I heard from behind me, "Freeze! Don't move! I've got my gun out! Lean against the car."

Before I knew it, he had frisked me and was pulling my right wrist down behind my back. I felt the metal of his handcuffs as I heard the ratchet of the catch, then he repeated the action with my left wrist. I don't know whether it was the sudden terror I was feeling, or simply my aching bladder, but all of a sudden my stem exploded with a flood of urine. I was peeing my pants! I hadn't done that since I was about 4 years old! As much as I tried, I couldn't stop the flow as the dark wet spot on my jeans spread out and downward from my crotch. I felt a strange sensation as the urine ran down my legs, wetting my right sock and trickling into my shoe.

"Well, isn't that something! The little baby wet his pants! You sure are in trouble now, son. I just checked your plate number through our records and I'm afraid your story doesn't hold any better than your bladder!"

WHAT? I was shocked! Yeah, I'd had my share of speeding tickets and a few other minor infractions, but they'd all been paid and I'd never been in trouble for any other reason. I tried to plead my case, but he just didn't listen. "You're going in, Boy. I've called in and someone is on the way to pick you up right now."

With that, he led me by the arm to the trunk of his cruiser which he opened, pulling out a folded sheet of plastic. "I sure am glad I have this plastic for Mr. Wetsy to sit on so he doesn't ruin the seat of my cruiser!" He led me to the rear door, opened it, spread the plastic on the sheet and roughly pushed me in. Reaching across me, he attached a lap belt and another parallel belt at about chest height. Once these were fastened, I couldn't move my body at all. While my bladder no longer ached, my urine-soaked clothes had started to cool and I shivered - partly from the cool night air against my wet clothes and partly from the embarrassment I felt.

As numb as I felt, my mind still raced. Sure I deserved a ticket, but none of the rest of this made any sense. How was I going to get this straightened out? I was in a strange area and I was an only child of parents both of whom had died a few years earlier. I had left all my friends behind 1000 miles away and most of them were on their way home. The last straw was that I'd recently gone through a rotten break-up with my former girl-friend. There was no one who could vouch for me. The address on my license was no longer valid. In a sense, I truly was homeless at that point.

I tried to calm myself. Certainly, this could all be straightened out at the police station or wherever they were taking me. It must be a mix-up, I thought. This idiot probably just reversed digits on the plate number or something like that. Little did I realize he had made no mistake at all. I had fallen into an incredible set of circumstances that would change my life forever and bring me to a job and a situation I never even imagined existed!

[diaper24/7]

I like it very good feeling to it and caught my attention.

[ppbenn]

I like it please continue.

[diaperpt]

sorry, but this is a short chapter. I won't get to the next chapter until probably late Sunday. I know there isn't much here yet. Please hang in for a while...

Chapter 2

As my mind had raced through all kinds of thoughts, I saw but paid no attention as the cop rummaged through the glove box for something and came out with a slim pen shaped object. I barely noticed as he opened the rear door and brought the object sharply into contact with my upper arm.

"Ow!" I screamed, as I felt a needle flash into my flesh. "What the hell are you doing?"

At that point, I was just about over the edge. I'd been driving all day, I was tired, I'd just embarrassed myself more than I'd ever done in my life by peeing my pants, I'd been locked into the back of this cruiser and accused of...I didn't even know what, come to think of it! Before the cop could answer, I felt a warm tingling in my upper arm spreading through my body. I can't really explain the feeling and I didn't realize what was happening, until my body started feeling limp and I felt my head slide sideways onto my shoulder and rest listlessly against the seat back. I tried to pick it up, but I couldn't. I tried moving my feet, but as hard as I would try, nothing worked. I wasn't blacking out - I felt perfectly normal except that I'd lost all control of my muscles. The cop had injected me with some drug to incapacitate me. But why? I was fastened in with two belts and locked into the back of the cruiser. Nothing was making sense and the cop just said nothing.

He slid behind the wheel of the cruiser and slowly pulled forward and into the drive leading around the back of the building at the rest stop. There was a small lot back there with only a dumpster and two cars - probably the people working at the mini-mart of the self serve gas station. He turned off his lights and let the car idle.

I guessed we'd been there 10 minutes when I heard the sound of another vehicle pulling up next to us. As it eased by, the angle of my drooping head allowed me to read "KIDS, Inc" on the door of the white cargo van that had just pulled up. What was this! This was no cop! What was going on! I wanted to scream, but the drug must have affected my ability to talk as well. A voice within me screamed as never before, but not a sound was to be heard.

The cop eased out of the front seat of the cruiser and soon I heard him talking with what sounded like a woman's voice, then a second woman's voice. I heard them laugh as I heard the back doors of the van being opened and the sound of something being slid out. Again, the angle of my head allowed me to see two blonde women in black leather stop by the side of the cruiser and bend down as if to lower something to the ground. One of them opened the cruiser door and I was struck by the strong, but beautiful scent of her perfume. I couldn't help noticing the heavy make-up as she brushed up against me to unbuckle the belts holding me captive. The other thing I couldn't help noticing was the size of her firm breasts as they teased across my tortured body.

As the loosened belts released the weight of my body, she caught me as my helpless body slid toward her. Almost in one motion, her strong arms rotated me and guided me out through the door. The other woman was ready and grabbed my legs as they dragged uselessly out the door. I was eased onto a waiting stretcher, which was what had been taken from the back of the van. They made quick work of fastening three belts across me tightening them up against my ankles, my waist and my upper chest.

"Looks like we've got a good one here, Jill!" one of them said.

"Yeah Ann, from the looks of his pants, he'll fit in well. Barb is really going to be happy with this one" said the other.

At this they adjusted the stretcher and wheeled me to the back of the van. The one identified as Ann was at my head and looked down with a look of pity. "Don't worry, Baby, we'll take good care of you. You'll fit in just fine with all the other K.I.D.'S."

They hesitated at the back of the van; I guess aligning wheels on the stretcher with tracks on the floor of the van. As they slid me in, I heard the click of catches locking the stretcher in place. As I lay there immobilized, I was too stricken with panic and fear to think about what that might mean, if indeed I could have had even the most remote idea of what was to come. I assumed that I was being taken to some sort of jail, but why by these women and in this van? And why had I been injected with this drug that took away all my muscle control? What I didn't know was how radically this event was to change the rest of my life.

[diaper24/7]

Good update short but very detail to the part of this story with plot you have got here and please keep it going.

[Cute Baby]

I am so excited in anticipation as to what is going to happen.

[packrat]

Keep it coming, Diaperpt. Well crafted so far.

Rat

[diaperpt]

I decided to post two chapters today, since I've realized these are short chapters and we aren't getting into the story at all...

CHAPTER 3

With me locked firmly in place in the back of the van, the one called Ann climbed in beside me and sat on a low jump seat, while the one called Jill closed the rear doors and got into the drivers seat. The engine stirred to life and I could sense the van starting to move. I sensed the motion as we pulled back around the building and headed for the highway again. As soon as the van picked up speed, Ann reached into a cabinet next to her and took out a pair of heavy duty medical shears.

"We can't have you in those soaking wet clothes, now can we, Baby?" she said as she released the lower belt across my ankles. Fear began welling within me. What was she up to? She began cutting up the leg of my jeans to the belt which crossed my waist at the top of my jeans. My heart raced and I tried to scream out, but nothing came out of my mouth. She quickly cut up the other leg as far as she could, pulled away the material from my legs and refastened the lower belt. Next she loosened, but didn't completely remove the belt at my waist.

"When we get you out of those nasty, wet big boy pants, we'll get you safely into a nice dry diaper for the rest of our trip."

"Diaper", I thought! What the heck was going on here? I hadn't ever had any bladder problems and hadn't even seen a diaper since I was a toddler! In trying to make sense of this whole situation, I wondered if they thought I had a problem and just wanted to keep the van clean. In spite of my fears and the mounting evidence, I kept looking for a simple answer.

Even as these thoughts went through my mind, she had removed my belt and had cut up the waist band of my jeans. Then to my complete embarrassment, she proceeded to cut off my jockey shorts! No sooner than she had done that, than she reached into the cabinet and brought out a huge white plastic rectangle.

"I'm sorry, Baby, but this will have to do for now. We certainly don't want you having another accident before we get home, do we?"

"What did she mean 'home' and why did she keep calling me 'Baby'," I thought as she unfolded this plastic rectangle to reveal the biggest diaper I'd ever seen in my life. She slid it under my legs and then up under my butt. Next came a huge container of baby powder. She sprinkled a large amount around my penis and the next thing I knew, I was feeling my lower regions being smothered by this diaper. I felt a slight pressure on my stomach and heard the sounds of the diaper tapes being opened and fastened to the front of this diaper. When Ann had the diaper in place, she pulled my tee- shirt up and refastened the waist belt. As she was doing this, I started to sense that I was regaining a tiny bit of muscle control in my toes.

"Ah, Baby, it seems the medication is starting to wear off. It's about time, but it does mean I have to work a little faster."

She then loosened the belt across my chest just enough to cut my shirt off. With that completed, she re-tightened the chest belt and went to my feet, where she removed my shoes and socks.

I was now laid out on this stretcher, fastened down by the three belts across my body, with nothing on but a big disposable Diaper! I couldn't even imagine what I must have looked like, but I was so humiliated and embarrassed by the thought that I wanted to scream! Did I just imagine it, or did a sound come out of my mouth this time? I needn't have asked the question! Before I knew what was happening, a huge rubber bulb was forced into my open mouth! Ann then threaded a leather strap behind my head and I felt her tighten it just before I heard the click of a lock.

"There, Baby, now you can't upset yourself with the sound of your own voice! Don't worry, we're well on our way home and you'll soon start your training!"

Whether it was that I hadn't previously fully emptied my bladder or whether it was the terror and realization that this was no normal police arrest, but I suddenly felt a trickle of urine within my Diaper confinement. The trickle soon developed into an uncontrollable stream, pooling on my front before running down into my crotch. As the Diaper efficiently caught the stream, I felt an area of warmth spread across my crotch and butt. I couldn't believe it! I'd actually wet this Diaper just like a baby! Oh God! Like a Baby! Does this Diaper have anything to do with why Ann keeps calling me Baby? My question was soon to be answered.

"Oh, good Baby! The little color stripes on the diaper tell me you've just wet! How nice! Well, it may feel strange now, but you'll soon be used to it! You'll come to love your Diapers!"

The puzzled look on my face led her on. "You want to know what is happening to you, don't you, little Baby? Ok, let me explain just a little while we finish our little trip home. You see, you just happened to stumble into a wonderful, but rare situation. It does happen, but not real often. Jill and I work for KIDS, Inc., which is a highly respected statewide organization called Kentucky Indigent Development Service. It is a legitimate social agency and gets funding from the government and from private agencies to help homeless and jobless people find jobs and eventually places to live. They have an excellent record and are highly thought of throughout the state. What isn't known generally is that we also operate an underground subsidiary. You have been fortunate enough to be adopted by KIDS, which means "Kept, Incontinent, Domestic Servants" or as you may simply get to know it, "Kept In Diaper Slavery" because that's what's in store for you!

Yes, Baby Jamie, you have been accepted into a program which will provide you with the training to become a Diaper Slave. You no longer will have a need to fend for yourself. All your needs will be provided for by your new Owner - your food, clothing (consisting of your Diapers, Panties and Baby clothes) and crib will be provided for and you won't have to worry about the stresses of adult life any more. You will even be relieved of the need to go to the bathroom, since as a little Diaper Slave, you will adjust to peeing and pooping in your Diapers. You'll learn to do it without even thinking and while your Owner will expect some service in return for the privileges you'll receive, you'll learn to love the idea of being a Baby again! Doesn't that sound nice?"

I was so upset I could hardly follow what she was saying. She was speaking in such a sweet, consoling manner, as if someone would listen to her in the condition I was now in and just accept these statements willingly!

As the pee in the ever efficient Diaper cooled and the pacifier gag filled my mouth, silencing any possible protest, she continued, "What few people realize is that there is a quiet, but large underground market for domestic help or even simple companionship. People work and just don't have time to take care of their houses, but few can afford even once a week cleaning services, let alone live-in servants. The idea of paid live-in servants went out more than 80 years ago and only in a very few places in the world is slavery allowed and practiced. That's where we come in. In working with and placing our homeless people, every once in a while we notice someone who has a profile fitting our particular needs. We want someone under 30, so they'll be able to handle the training and the work, and have some retainability. We also want someone with a little class; we tried training bums, but it just didn't work out. Their attitude just wasn't compatible to what we need.

The last qualification is no family and few friends to snoop around after the person if and when they are ever missed. That's why homeless people work so well. When we find a suitable candidate for our training, we simply set them up with an imaginary job and home placement outside Kings County and no one in the program even thinks about it until it is too late to try to track them anyway.

In your case, John, the officer you happened into, is a long time friend of ours. It isn't often he comes up with a referral, but in your case it was almost immediately obvious. The car full of your things and no wedding ring on your finger was a clue, but when he checked on your license, he found you no longer lived at that address. He also ran a quick check to find out you have no family. Telling him about your move just sealed your fate. He called us immediately. Well, I see we are almost home. You'll learn more, much more, in just a little while."

In just a few moments, I felt the van slow and turn onto a fairly steep downhill slope and echoing sounds told me we were in an underground garage. Moments later the van came to a stop and I heard the beep-beep of the van backing. It stopped and almost immediately the rear doors were opened. I still could see nothing but the roof of the van. Ann's face appeared over mine, as she said, "We're home, Baby. We're going to get you out and ready so you can start your training tomorrow, first thing."

Chapter 4

Jill and Ann slid the stretcher out of the back of the van and rolled me through a set of double doors into a large room where a woman dressed as a nurse sat behind a desk. By this time, I knew well that this was no jail or medical facility, but in spite of what I had been told I denied any idea what was to happen here.

A small, young and very attractive woman behind the desk spoke. "And who do we have here, Jill?"

"His license says his name is James Doolittle, Barb. He just finished grad school and has no known family and no permanent address. He says he was on his way to a new job, but it seems he'll never make his first day on that job. Should we take him in, prep him and get him set for the night?"

"I guess so. We already have someone in the holding area overnight. It's a little late, but the others in the newbie room shouldn't be too disturbed by him joining them. Get him ready and put him in with the other Babies."

I was in such a state of shock and dismay that I couldn't make any sense of what they were saying, but I was to learn all too soon. They wheeled me through another set of double doors and down a hallway to an elevator. We entered the elevator and I sensed that we went down, probably only one floor. From there we went quite a way down the hall and into a large, antiseptic looking room with some examination tables and what looked like a gynecological tables - with stirrups for the woman's legs. Piles of folded white cloth lined lower shelves and to the side of the cloth, there were several piles of multi-colored plastic looking things. Upper cabinets with glass doors looked like they were full of various supplies, among which I recognized containers of baby powder and wipes.

"OK, Jamie, we are going to clean you up a little now; to do that we are going to take you into the shower room. We know that the medication has worn off, so we will have to cuff you. Even so, don't try anything or you'll be sorry. OK Sweetie?"

"Jamie!" I'd always hated that name, but more than that, why was I to be cuffed? That was almost a message to me that I'd better do something to get out of this predicament or it might soon be too late! It was a calculated risk, but I couldn't just allow myself to be taken captive like this. If I was going to get out of this fix, I'd have to do something soon. This seemed like the best time. I certainly should be able to take care of these two women. They didn't look all that strong and they weren't particularly big. If I played my cards right, I could overpower them, make my way back to the elevator and back upstairs. From there, I'd certainly be able to get past that one woman in the reception area. Admittedly, I hadn't thought that I might not actually succeed.

I lay calmly as Jill brought out hand cuffs and attached them to my right wrist. They undid all but the ankle belt and helped me into a sitting position. Just as they did, I sensed my chance! I swung hard with my right arm and caught Jill off guard, sprawling her away from me. I'd gotten her square in the face with my fist, so I was sure she was out of commission for at least a short time. I turned on Ann next, bringing my left arm around her neck and bringing my right hand smack into her face. She was definitely in a hurt! Now to undo the belt holding my ankles! I got this off quickly in spite of the stiffness of my hands, partly from the drugs and partly from hitting my captors - I'm not at all used to any sort of physical stuff, but what choice did I have?!

I heard both women moaning as I raced toward the door, still dressed only in a disposable Diaper. I figured I was home free, but just as I reached the door, it opened! In the doorway was the slight form of the woman at the desk upstairs. I was stunned for an instant, but figuring this woman would be no challenge, I reached out with my right arm, planning to grab her around the neck. Wrong move!

So quickly I didn't know what was happening to me, she grabbed my arm, twisted it down and around in back of me throwing my face and body into the door jam! She pushed my arm upward and forced me against the door frame with strength I'd never before experienced! The pain I felt was exceeded only by the fear and dread I felt as she spoke.

"You are just like so many other men who are brought here! You think you can just walk out. Well forget it, Baby. Don't underestimate us. You'll soon learn not to try stupid stunts like this. Now come with me."

She slipped her other arm up around my neck. The combination of this arm against my throat pulling back and down and the other arm forcing my right up upward caused such pain and fear that I was putty in her hands. She turned me around and pushed me toward the doorway where the shower room was located. "I hope you didn't really think you were going to escape! You see, we have security cameras in each room so we can keep track of our adopted babies. Even if you had gotten out of the room, you had no chance of getting out of this building. DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT TRYING ANYTHING STUPID EVER AGAIN!"

Edited August 30, 2010 by diaperpt

[ppbenn]

I am anxiously waiting to see the punishments in store for "Jamie."

[Cute Baby]

I love these sort of stories, and look forward to the next chapter.

[diaperpt]

Here's another two chapters...with only one at a time, I think things move too slowly. Thinks are starting to heat up a little...

Chapter 5

She led me into the shower room and walked me over next to some sort of trapeze looking device hanging from the ceiling down to about my waist level. With one arm still strongly around my neck, she placed my left wrist into a rubber cuff at one end of the trapeze and with one strong tug, the cuff tightened against my wrist. Working quickly, she exchanged one arm around my neck for the other and chuckling to herself pulled sharply against my neck causing me to shriek out in pain against the silencing effect of the large rubber bulb still locked firmly in my mouth. I was in such a terrorized state that I was not about to give her any trouble, but this still added significantly to my terror! Now with her other arm free, she quickly attached the other wrist cuff.

Going to the wall, she hit a button which caused the chain of the trapeze to draw toward the ceiling with a slight whirring sound. When my arms were pulled taut, she pushed another button which stopped the upward movement so that I was held steady with arms upraised but my feet still flat on the floor. Against the wall was another pole with rubber cuffs on either end. This she used on my ankles to spread my legs apart about as far as they could go. Now my toes barely touched the floor and I was truly suspended by my wrists.

The woman called Barb spoke softly but menacingly, "I'll leave you here for now until the girls are ready for you. You'd better hope they aren't mad at you for punching them around out there! I bet they are though! Oh well, tough luck! You'd better figure out fast that it doesn't pay to get them pissed off!"

As she walked out of the room, I realized I needed to pee again. It didn't look like I was going anywhere soon, but I held off until there was no choice. I reluctantly let the flow begin. Still in the disposable diaper, I had let loose at least three times now. I was absolutely humiliated, but I had no choice. My bladder just couldn't hold it in any more. This diaper must not have been designed for this much heavy use, as I started to feel a trickle down my leg. The sodden diaper barely hung to my waist, its heavy load pulling it down, seemingly half way to my knees! Something in the recesses of my mind brought back babyish reminiscence of the feeling of a soggy Diaper hanging and my humiliation grew even more.

As I hung there, dangling with my arms stretched upward and outward, my ankles spread far apart, the pressure on my arms began to takes its toll. My arms screamed out in the agony of holding my entire body weight. It must have been at least twenty minutes before Ann and Jill entered the room. They had changed from the leather jump suits into short white nursing dresses with white fishnet stockings. Jill had an obvious black eye and Ann sported a band-aid on her swollen cheek. I'd made my mark, but hadn't reached my goal. My heart sank. I had no idea what was to come, but it wouldn't be pleasant!

As they approached, I saw that each of them carried what looked like a riding crop. Their faces were dark and their expressions severe to say the least.

Ann spoke first, "Well Baby Jamie, you just aren't too smart, are you? We told you to behave, but you had to try to get away. Don't EVER try anything like that again! We don't really WANT to punish our Babies, but you have to learn that around here there's only one way of doing things. After what you did though, we just might take a little pleasure in your pain."

Jill continued, "Yeah, we really do try to love our Babies, but some of you just don't understand. When we get rebellious ones like you, we do take a little pleasure. It's all part of your training, but you are going to experience a real Hell in the next few days. We have some real special punishments for spoiled little Babies like you. That's right. You won't get it all at once and in fact, you may not even know what your regular training program is and what your punishment is. We'll tell you about some of it along the way, but it just won't matter - you're OURS now!!"

Terror filled me as Jill reached over and released the diaper tapes just as a fresh stream of pee issued forth from my stem! With that she gave me a backhand across the face to set me back to last week!

"Try to piss on me, will you, Baby Boy? You are going to be a tough one, aren't you? Well we've dealt with worse! Believe me, this isn't Mommy saying it'll hurt her more than it hurts you! This will definitely hurt you far more than anything you will now be able to do to us!" They both laughed a taunting, demeaning laugh as I hung there, now nude and completely at their mercy.

My cheeks burned as much from the pain, as from the humiliation of peeing in front of these two women! She kicked away the sodden diaper and then turned to kick me square in the balls. I saw it coming, but there was nothing I could do. I had no defense - hanging from the trapeze with my ankles spread wide apart by the spreader bar, my manhood was a clear and easy target. The pain was more than any I'd ever felt. I almost blacked out. My urge was to crawl into a little ball, but my forced bondage allowed no relief from this cruel and painful attack.

"There," she said. "That's a little payback for what you did to me in the other room."

Ann returned from discarding the heavy soaked Diaper and grabbed my penis. First she twisted it to the right and then to the left, until tears streaked down my face and not even the gag in my mouth could stop my screams of pain.

"You aren't such a man, after all, hitting women like that. You don't need this thing. Maybe I'll just rip it off you! You no good Baby!" With this, she gave my dick such a yank I'm surprised it didn't come off! Another scream into the gag, more tears, more involuntary twists and impossible stretches in my bonds.

No sooner had this ordeal passed, than Jill started swatting my backsides with a riding crop. Harder and harder she hit me. It stung at first then started burning until my eyes filled with more tears of pain. Soon I was screaming in pain into the pacifier gag and tears poured down my cheeks. When Jill was done, Ann took over and when Ann got tired, Jill hit me again. Would they ever stop? Finally they seemed to tire of this game and they put the riding crops down. I was so relieved...this torment was over!

Jill then said, "Well Baby Jamie, we really heated up your butt didn't we! Well, let's cool it down now!"

She picked up the nozzle of a coiled hose resting on the floor by the wall. She turned a control on the wall, adjusted the nozzle and suddenly I was hit by stinging needles of freezing cold water! She started on my legs and worked her way up my naked body, pausing at my genitals! I thought I would die from the excruciating pain, until she brought the stream around to my aching butt! She continued spraying me here, there - especially in every private place of my body. I shivered from the blast of freezing water. I might as well be naked on an ice floe in January!

Just when I couldn't take it any longer, Ann spoke up, "Jill, I think he's had enough! Look at his little baby prick! It's smaller than a newborn's! Let's warm him up!"

She took the hose and thankfully turned the nozzle to a gentler spray. What started out pleasantly warm turned super hot all too soon! Were they intending on scalding me? Stopping just short of really burning me, the stream was suddenly turned back to the needles of cold water! She continued to spray me with the cold until I was shivering uncontrollable.

Jill then said, "Ann, I think its time for the next step. Go back to warm for a while to make it easier for us."

After being warmed up by the more gentle spray, I was left hanging from the trapeze, dripping off, as Ann left the room and returned with a can of shaving cream and a straight razor! No barber I'd been to in all my life had ever used a straight razor on me and what they had in mind was far beyond anything I imagined. Even so, the prospect of having these two use it on me scared the life out of me! Using a step stool brought into the room, they spread shaving cream on my arms, shoulders and back. Jill made a great show of waving the razor around right in front of my face. She ran the dull side slowly down my chest, across my stomach and made a circle around my crotch. "Want me to cut it off, little Baby? It’s so teeny, who'd miss it?" she said.

Terror again filled me, as I began to think this might be a real possibility! There was no telling what extent these two would go to. Instead, she just laughed and moved the sharp edge of the blade in short careful strokes down my arm, removing the hair that since puberty silently spoke my identity as a man! True, there were times when I wished I wasn't as hairy all over as I was and had from time to time thought about selective hair removal. But to have it done forcibly and without my consent was humiliating.

"Babies don't have all this ugly hair! This isn't really part of your punishment, though normally we'd have just used a depilatory on you. We promise to be really careful with this razor - you're too valuable to us to damage - but you have to agree, it’s much more humiliating to be shaved, stroke by stroke by stroke!"

They were right. Maybe I wouldn't be carved up, but this blade was cutting me off from my dignity. Not only was I humiliated, but I felt my control slipping away with every stroke of the blade. They were definitely in charge. Where and how was I to end up? At this point it seemed more and more that, at least for the foreseeable future, I was going to be under the complete control of these two women.

When they had finished my arms and back, they shaved my neck and face, releasing the straps of the gag. Though an opportunity to talk had returned, I was far too frightened to speak. Suddenly gone was my prized mustache and beard that had hidden my baby face since my teen years! Then taking turns, they did my back, underarms, chest and legs, seemingly savoring each stroke of the blade. Finally my body was as smooth and hairless as a newborn baby, except for my genital area.

"We saved the most fun for last! Now it's time for your pubies to go! You'll have enough experience with diaper rash, but we really do need you clean!" said Ann. "Be still now, Baby Jamie. Your peepee is pretty small as it is! You don't want me to slip for real and cut it off entirely, do you?! Or do you want to be a Baby girl?" Both Ann and Jill laughed at this.

Why did they have to continually insult and degrade me? Wasn't the physical humiliation enough? Even so, as Ann approached my genitals with that razor, I wanted to cooperate; especially after Jill's threat! Believe me; I tried to dig my toes into the floor so that the pressure Ann put against me to shave my genitals wouldn't make me sway any more than was necessary! How could I possible have imagined helping in such a process!

When the two of them were satisfied with their handiwork, Jill approached with a hypodermic needle. My eyes grew wide!

"This won't hurt at all, Baby Jamie. It's just going to make you weak; very weak. You will be fully conscious and alert, and you will be able to move, unlike the injection you were given before," said Jill plunging the needle deeply into my painfully stinging butt.

Chapter 6

I really couldn't tell the difference in feeling, as I'd been strung up on this trapeze so long my muscles were shot anyway. Jill undid the ankle cuffs and Ann went to the wall, pressing a button that started the motor whirring as the trapeze slowly lowered my arms. It was at that point I realized my legs would not support me in a standing position and as the trapeze continued to drop, I slipped to my knees. Jill undid the wrist cuffs.

"You see, you really are quite weak now. You won't be able to walk, so crawl into the prep room with us," said Ann as she turned and walked out of the shower room. I tried to keep up, fearing more punishment, but I wasn't used to crawling and my backside burned with pain. Jill poked me from behind, but try as I did I couldn't keep up. Entering the 'prep room,' Jill directed me to one of the gynecological tables. When I reached the base of it, the two of them helped me up and onto the table. I felt a mound of soft cloth beneath my butt, though my butt still stung severely. Quickly the pair worked to tighten my wrists into cuffs attached to a belt around the table and my ankles to the stirrups. As my legs were locked to the stirrups, my butt was raised up off the surface of the cloth.

"Because your bottom is so tender, we won't be giving you the full treatment tonight. In fact, we're going to be very kind to you, but don't worry. As soon as your bottom heals a little, we'll continue your punishment as well as your training." With that, Jill began spreading a cool cream on my burning, tender skin. It really was a relief and Jill seemed to be doing it very gently and almost lovingly. When that was done, she took a bottle of baby oil and proceeded to rub it into my entire crotch area, around and on my penis. It was a strange sensation to feel her touch against my totally smooth, hairless skin. In spite of the agony I had previously endured, these gentle touches caused blood to surge and engorge my cock in a rampant display of manhood. As I looked down, it seemed huge.

"My, my, isn't that cute! The Baby has a little stiffee! Its such a small one, isn't it!" said Ann as she reached over and clapped her hands together fiercely on my erect member causing me a recurrence of the pain in the shower room. The deflation of my hard-on matched the deflation of any will to resist I had left in me. I only wanted the pain to stop.

Having finished putting baby oil on me, Jill grabbed a large container of baby powder and sprinkled it generously over my front, then grabbing the cloth, pulled it up through my legs onto my stomach and snugly brought extra cloth from the back to join it. Each side was pinned together in two places with large pins. Ann reached over to a shelf and retrieved what turned out to be a large pair of side snap plastic Diaper pants. With my butt in the air, she easily slid them beneath me, brought the front up into place and snapped them closed, tucking in any stray pieces of the cloth Diaper so that it was completely enclosed in the plastic prison.

So I really was to be kept in Diapers! My mind had tried to block out the reality of what they had told me. What else did they have in mind for me? I needn't have wondered, but I was very relieved to be released from the cuffs, helped to sit up on the edge of the table. They pulled a large shirt over my head and put my arms into the short sleeves. As they pulled the shirt down, I noticed it was strangely constructed with a large piece of fabric hanging at the back. They rocked me down and brought this fabric up between my legs. This was then snapped to the front with 4 or 5 gripper snaps. I'd seen little babies wear outfits like this - I think they are called onesies - but I'd never seen one large enough for an adult.

With this in place, I was helped off the table into a crawling position on the floor - I'd almost fallen in the process of getting off the table. The drug was obviously working well! In my crawling position I was led out of this room and down the hall into a room which contained 4 beds which looked for all the world like oversized cribs. The room was lit only by the light from the hall and from a single night light plugged into an outlet on the far wall. The bulk of the Diaper felt strange as it pushed my legs far apart, but then I'd been beaten, drugged and forced to crawl, so nothing felt as it should! From my vantage point on the floor, it was difficult to see, but I thought I saw forms of other people in at least the two cribs nearest me. If my eyes reported correctly, both were dressed in only bulging plastic Panties, which undoubtedly covered several layers of efficient Baby Diapers! I noticed the shadowy outlines of large pendulous breasts on one of these Babies and both appeared to be strapped into the cribs. I sensed motion, but no real movement. Shiny metal poles next to each crib held large bags of liquid from which tubes ran down into the crib. I heard the sound of gurgling liquid and swallowing from each crib but could only guess what from.

I was directed to a crib on the other side of the room, with the barred side in a down position. I was helped up onto the mattress of this crib and rolled onto my stomach. Before I knew it my ankles were spread wide apart and place in cuffs at the foot of the crib while my wrists were brought up above my head and cuffed at the corners of the top of the crib. Even without the drug, I would have been powerless to make any significant movement. This apparently wasn't enough for them, as soon the crib side was slid up and from the back another set of bars were drawn up, then lowered over the top of the crib, forming a cage. As it lowered onto the front piece, I heard the click of a lock closing.

"There Baby Jamie; all safe and sound for the night. You must be thirsty though, so we have something for you" said Ann.

Jill wheeled up a pole from which hung a transparent bag of liquid. The tube which hung down from it was quickly connected to the front of the large gag still strapped firmly in my mouth. "This is a nutrient to keep you from dehydration. It also contains a strong chemical more potent than a simple anti-diarrheal medication to keep you from pooping at all. With your bottom raw as it is, we don't want to let you have a movement for a few days. In the long run, you'll regret that, but for now it will allow your butt to heal. On the other hand, it also contains a strong diuretic, to keep you peeing. You'll pee, maybe even without control, but the diapers are very absorbent and the cream will keep any moisture away from your sores. Oh yeah, there is also a drug to allow you to sleep. We'll check on you later and change you as needed, but you probably won't notice, because of the drug. And don't be afraid of drinking this, not that you have a choice. But the more you fight it, the less comfortable your drinking will be. We've tipped the head of your crib up quite a bit so you won't have as much risk of drowning in your juice. Try to relax and just let things happen. It’s so much easier that way."

With that, she released a clip on the tube and I began feeling the liquid enter my mouth through the bulb. The bulb was so large that no liquid could drip out of my mouth. I tried to avoid swallowing in spite of her warning, as I was afraid of the effects of all the drugs. Soon my mouth was full of the liquid and with the effects of gravity continually feeding in more of it, I had no choice but to swallow. The first swallow was painful because it was so large and so, quickly resigning myself to my fate, I began almost enjoying the sweet, cool liquid. I hadn't had anything to drink for a long time and was thirsty and dry. Drinking relieved my throat also, parched from all the silent screams into the gag. I drank until the bag was completely emptied - it felt like it must have been more than a liter and soon, as I had been told, the pain of the wounds on my bottom faded, I felt my limbs relax as my eyes lost their focus and darkness rolled in as I drifting off into a drug induced sleep.

[dldad]

This is quite some story and will anxiously await further chapters.

[Cute Baby]

Just gets better and better

[diaper24/7]

Good chapter .

[diaperpt]

I was only going to post one chapter today, but I get impatient in a lot of things I do...hope you enjoy these.

Chapter 7

I couldn't tell you how long I was out, though at one point, I could swear I had been rolled over and that I heard the soft cooing of Ann's voice as well as the feeling of more oil, baby powder and a dry diaper being carefully and soothingly administered. My mind was just a haze. Still, I felt the humiliating realization that if Ann had put a fresh dry diaper on me, I must have wet again! No matter. I was so tired; I just drifted back into sleepy unconsciousness.

Then gradually - ever so slowly - I began a trip back to awareness. At first I imagined myself back in my apartment at grad school. Through the sleepy fog, I remembered moving out, but I couldn't remember getting a new place. Where was I? The car. I had been driving in the car. Slowly, painfully, memories came back. Being pulled over by the cop. Forced to sit in my car and finally peeing my pants. The injection, being moved in the van, and oh no! The torture and punishment at the hands of Jill and Ann, followed by my diapering and placement in a crib. I went to move, to roll over, but the tug on my limbs reminded me of the cuffs locking me in place. My eyes opened to stare out between the stainless steel bars of my crib cage. It began sinking in. This wasn't just a bad dream! This was real!

I felt a thick sogginess between my legs and realized that the memory of being changed last night was probably accurate and that I was once again very wet. As I lay there, the reality of my predicament sank in more and more. If these women wanted to keep me captive, with the drugs and who knows what kind of organization behind them, they would be able to do so indefinitely. A sudden rumbling in my stomach told me I hadn't had any solid food for quite a while. Would I be allowed to eat soon? I lay there trying to avoid too many unpleasant questions which kept coming to mind - it didn't seem like I wanted too many answers! The one's I'd gotten so far weren't very comforting!

In a short time, I heard foot steps and Ann appeared over me. "Well good morning little Baby! You've slept solidly now for over 30 hours. Your bottom is healing nicely, but we want to keep you quiet for another day of healing before we begin your training and finish your punishment. First I'm going to give you some formula, as this is the closest to solid food you'll be getting for quite some time. Then I'm going to give you two bags of juice to keep you hydrated and well rested. Enjoy!"

I was rolled over onto my back and as I was, I noticed my butt no longer throbbed as it had after the beating. A pole was again wheeled up with another pregnant bag hung on it, the tube attached to my feeding gag and Ann disappeared as my mouth filled with an awful tasting paste. As with the liquid before, I had no choice other than swallow or gag. Ann returned later to replace the empty feed bag with the first bag of liquid. I downed that quickly partly out of a desire to wash away the taste of the paste I'd been fed and partly out of thirst. I began to wonder what drugs might be coursing into my system as I drank, but my concerns didn't matter - there was nothing I could do to stop the flow of the liquid anyway. Halfway through the second bag of 'juice' I felt myself fading. I wasn't aware of finishing it as again I slipped into a coma-like sleep.

This time when I woke up, I remembered where I was, though in opening my eyes I'd hoped to see something other than the bars of my Diaper Prison! Sadly there they were – right in front of my eyes. And my arms and legs were still bound in the cuffs. My Diapers were obviously soaked and I wondered how soon I would be changed. It seemed like a long time, but again I heard footsteps and this time, Jill appeared.

"Well, well, Diaper Boy! You are back with us! OK, let's get you cleaned up!"

She took a ring of keys from her pocket, and unlocking the cage, brought the top up and away, then put the front down. "You aren't drugged right now. Do I need help, or will you behave?"

Believe me, I wanted to resist but, drugs or not, I was in no shape to resist! I also sensed that she was ready and capable of dealing with any efforts I might make. Defeated, I nodded my agreement.

First she released my legs from the cuffs of the crib, but as she did, she attached a set of leather cuffs connected by a short length of chain. She then repeated this procedure for my wrists. Bound hands and feet, I was rotated up into a sitting position.

"I want to let you know that I'm taking you to the shower room again, but I promise that you won't be beaten, or treated badly this time. I will have to use the spreader bars as security, but you will not undergo anything that will hurt you in any way. Do you understand?"

I nodded. She helped me out of the crib onto the floor because in spite of a lack of drugs, my limbs had been locked in place so long they didn't want to comply with my demands of them. I noticed that the occupants of the other three crib cages were gone, but interest in what that meant was the furthest thing from my mind. Directed to crawl, I was led back along the route to the shower room, where my wrist and ankle cuffs were replaced by the rubber cuffs of the spreader bars. Slowly I was pulled up into a standing position. Though my arms ached, it was more from the effort of the crawl after my enforced captivity in the crib. As I hung there, I noticed that the floor was wet, telling me that the occupants of the other cribs had been through here as well. It was little comfort to know others suffered as I did. In fact it scared me that this was apparently not just some small operation.

Jill unsnapped the Diaper panties and unpinned the soggy cloth Diapers. They flopped to the floor releasing the trapped body heat and I shook in a quick convulsion as the cool air of the room hit my hot and wet diaper area. As glad as I was to have the Diapers removed, I was again totally humiliated being stretched out naked in front of this woman. I'd had girl friends and had been comfortable walking around naked after sex, but that had been my option. Here I'd been hung up naked, had all my body hair shaved off before my own eyes, and beaten and humiliated. My head hung down in humiliation as I looked down at my own hairless naked body. How much more could my psyche be damaged?

Jill donned a pair of rubber gloves and brought a jar over toward me. "We shaved you when you came in, but now some of that nasty hair is starting to grow back as stubble. This depilatory cream will help keep it off. Depending on your ultimate Assignment, we'll use one of several ways of taking care of the situation permanently. For your sake, hope you won't have to undergo complete body electrolysis. I'm not real sympathetic, but I do have to feel sorry for the sorry ones who have to have that done! You may be one of the lucky ones to experiment with the new laser treatment!"

As she spoke, the realization that this was not to be just a temporary discomfort began registering in me. She smoothed cream from the jar all over my body - arms, legs, back, front and especially in my crotch and around my penis and balls. There was to be no trace of hair left except on top of my head. After she let this sit for about fifteen minutes, she turned on a gentle warm spray, alternately spraying me and wiping me down gently with a wash cloth. When she was finished with this process, she lathered the cloth with a sweet, feminine scented soap and washed every inch of my body, even removing the gag from my mouth. I was so relieved to have it out that it didn't even occur to me to speak. After several days of Hell, even though I was still naked and held captive, I was being treated gently.

When Jill finished rinsing the last of the soap from my body, she brought out fluffy towels and began tenderly drying me off. Finally, the comforting strokes of her towel led me to finally open my mouth.

Chapter 8

Quietly and calmly I spoke, "When are you going to let me go? Why am I here? This doesn't make any sense at all. Why would you do this to me?"

Equally calm, but with a very strict tone Jill said, "Baby, right off the bat, let's get something straight. You are not to speak unless told to. For now, I won't punish you even though you have more coming for your indiscretion when you first got here. Ann told you in the van, but you must not have listened carefully enough. Let me repeat. You are NOT going to be let go. EVER. You are OURS, now. We are a part of an organization that furnishes services for very wealthy people with need of a variety of domestic help. You will be trained to Incontinence, as that will help keep you in your place. That means you will be trained to lose all control of your peeing and pooping. This will be irreversible and so you will live the rest of your life in Diapers. Soon you will piss and shit into your Diapers uncontrollable just like an infant. You will also be trained specifically for the needs of your Owner.

That's right. Put those thoughts together. Incontinent and Owned - you are going to be nothing but a Diaper Slave. That means you might end up doing yard work, butlering, cleaning, or you might simply be a companion of one sort or another. We will first continue to break your will to resist, as we train you by any number of means to lose all control of your bladder and bowels until you are nothing but a big pooping, peeing machine! You will adjust to a life in Diapers and then we will turn our training to the specifics of whichever client chooses to 'adopt' you."

"As for how you got here, it was because you happened to fall victim to Officer Edwards, who works for us part-time on the side. Your lack of family and your transient status made you a perfect selection. Normally we work with homeless, but can actually use very few of those available to us. We can't use the mentally ill or people with diseases. It's the rare homeless person who qualifies, but we find enough to provide a steady stream of income for the corporation."

As Ann's comments came flooding back, joining with what Jill was saying now, a wave of terror spread across me in realization of the seriousness of these words. In spite of the prior warning I started to blurt out, "YOU CAN'T POSSIBLY..." SMACK! Jill's hand hit squarely across my mouth!

"I told you no talking until you were told!" said Jill.

"BUT..." I began. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I began to get the hint, but anger, fear and panic welled within me as another layer of realization settled into me. This was NOT just a bad dream. Bad things had happened to me and it didn't look good for the future. My previous attempt at escape had fallen short, but now with only Jill here, maybe I could make good a second attempt! That was not to happen as I felt a needle plunge in the flesh of my back sides.

"There. I know what you were thinking, Fool! Each of you we bring in thinks you're the first one we've trained! We know what goes through your mind! Don't worry, we'll take good care of you, but you might as well give up any stupid thoughts of escape. As soon as the drug takes effect, you'll crawl out to be Diapered again."

Sure enough, within moments I was lowered to a crawling position and, weak and wobbly as a newborn fawn, I was herded out to the 'prep' room and eased up onto the gynecological table. Again, I was strapped down and a gag strapped back in my mouth. Again I had baby oil rubbed over my entire diaper area back and front. This felt good on the one hand, but it was humiliating to be exposed to this woman and have her touch me like this.

"Your bottom seems to have healed pretty well, Baby Jamie, but you must be pretty bound up! All that poop in you can't be comfortable, can it? I'll help you with that," she said, stepping to a cabinet.

As she returned, she carefully showed me several silver wrapped bullet shaped items. "Have you ever heard of Dulcolax? Well, these will take care of your problem. But maybe not in a way you'll really appreciate. When I stick these up your poop chute and lock them in with a tampon, they will gradually dissolve and irritate the lining of your colon. You will feel some pretty heavy cramping as they begin to work. We gave you a stool softener in last night's water, but not enough so that releasing won't cause you some pain. There will have to be a LOT of pressure built up before the tampon can be pushed out, then there is the matter of being blocked up. But after the first huge rock, you should be nice and soft. You just have to hope that with the first explosion of your bowels, you don't split in two!"

The sound of a latex exam glove slapping onto her hand convinced me this was for real. More oil was spread on my bottom and then I felt Jill's gloved finger explore my tiny virgin rosebud. Back and forth she rubbed the oil and gradually I felt pressure on my opening. Soon her finger forced its way into me, gliding in and out, in and out. As she explored my private opening, one finger became two hurting me even more. Other than a physical exam, I'd never been violated like this before.

"Feel good, Baby?"

No, it didn't. I grunted into my gag. Not only was this a new humiliation, but it made me realize how blocked up I'd become over the course of my stay here. Of course, it was the medication I'd been given that first night and who knows when else! I was literally full of crap and my inability to let it go was beginning to cause me pain.

With that, she removed her fingers from me and removed the shiny foil wrapping from one of the bullet shaped suppositories, holding it right in my face. She did it carefully so I could see what she was doing and then with one swift move rammed it home up my butt past my sphincter muscles. I could immediately feel my muscles contract, trying to rid my body of the foreign object, but to no avail. Jill repeated this process two more times. She had threatened that this might be a painful process, but I'd be happy to be relieved of the internal pressure I'd been feeling and to sit on a toilet and relieve myself. Toilet?! Who was I kidding!

"Here Baby Jamie, this super size tampon will keep everything up there working until it's really, really ready to come out!"

And I felt what for me seemed like a Mack truck being driven up my butt. First the initial insertion of the cardboard outer tube, next the friction of the tampon itself being forced out of the sleeve, then the tampon being pushed as far in as the tube would allow. I felt the tube being pulled out as the fullness of the tampon remained. Jill quickly powdered me, but this time she took a disposable Diaper and after taking a pair of scissors and stabbing a series of holes, placed it underneath me, pulled it tightly up through my legs and fastened the tapes. Again, the same process with another disposable, before finally a double thickness of cloth Diapers. Even though I was firmly strapped onto the table, I could still feel the bulk of all the diapers.

"Knowing the process can only help you feel more humiliated. Each step of the way, I want you to be thinking about what's happening to you and that it is completely beyond your control. The disposables will make the clean up easier and since we plan to keep you on liquids, you'll need plenty of absorbency! You are going to be a VERY messy Baby by the time those suppositories are done with you!"

She then released one ankle at a time and took an enormous pair of clear pull-up Plastic Panties and slid them on me one leg at a time. She slapped my inner thigh hard to convince me to raise my butt so she could draw them up over the bulk of the Diaper. She took out one more pair of Plastic Panties, this time yellow with little duckies printed on them and drew these up my legs also.

Released from the table, I was directed to the floor. The bulk of the Diapers kept my legs uncomfortably far apart as I struggled to keep my balance getting down to the floor. Those drugs certainly were potent and effective! I was weakened almost to the point of helplessness, yet I was alert and aware of every humiliating action being taken against me. I was beginning to feel the first churning within my bowels because of the three bullets so carefully shot up my ass and the pressure of the tampon holding them in. Rumblings and twinges in my bowels betrayed the effects of the Dulcolax on what was becoming the hot, molten lava of poop so carefully kept within me. I felt intensely every physical and mental act perpetrated on me. With no way of fighting back, I had to allow myself to be directed down the hall into my waiting crib. Up, in, strapped down on my back, the crib cage locked and the feeding tube attached. The flow was adjusted to a slower stream, making swallowing easier, but this time the bag of liquid was replaced each time I emptied it and there was no merciful sleep inducer. Instead a drug kept me wide awake and all too aware of the cramping within me. I had wanted to curl into a little ball to reduce the cramps of the Dulcolax. I pulled painfully at my bonds, but movement was all but impossible. I was all too quickly learning what such a drug would do! There must have been a diuretic in the drink as well. I could feel the first dribbles of pee escape only to be absorbed instantly by the slightly scratchy paper of the Disposable.

I held back from peeing as long as I could, but a sudden spasm in my bowel shifted my attention and soon a strong steady stream spurted from my imprisoned stem. I could feel the warmth on my stomach and that warmth spread as the pee ran down across my balls as well as down the outside of my legs into the waiting material at the back my Diaper. The internal cramps continued and built until sweat poured off my brow and my entire body shook with the horrible pressure building within me. This continued for quite some time.

I hadn't ever had any reason to think about it before, but shitting while lying on your back is NOT a natural thing. Finally the pressure and cramps wracked my body almost to the point of convulsions. Gradually I felt something as large and solid as Mount Rushmore forcing its way downward so very slowly through my lowest passage. Though a man, I felt I had to be experiencing the closest possible feeling to giving birth! I felt like I was being torn apart, as slowly I felt what must have been the tampon slipping past my sphincter and out of my rectum into the waiting diaper. More cramping, more churning, more agony and more sweat! Finally the pain rose as a huge block of excrement forced its way along my internal passage. The pain finally crested and gradually subsided as another Mount Rushmore slipped out of my butt. If only that was the end!

With the release of this first mountain of poop came another flood of urine. Soon smaller waves of cramps hit, delivering again and again pile after pile of poop to the rapidly filling disposables beneath me. Just when I thought there couldn't be any more inside of me, another wave would hit. Almost every wave of shit exiting my rear was met with a flood of urine which only served to soften and spread the shit around my butt. The back of my diaper would hold no more and further waves of poop simply pushed the now pasty mixture of pee and poop up through my crotch, filling every crevice around my scrotum.

Just when I thought it would never stop, the cramping subsided and the waves of mushy poop slacked to nothing. Oh that I would have stopped peeing as well! Still, I laid there, the wet poopy mess of my Diaper pressing against my smooth, shaven skin. I laid there for hours and hours before both Jill and Ann entered the room.

[Cute Baby]

Just brilliant, this can be endless story, well I hope so anyway.

[ppbenn]

What a fantastic story. I love the punishment ideas that you have come up with. Out of curiosity has any of theses ever happened to you? Other than that I like the story very much and the vivid descriptions you have added to your story. Good job and please keep it up soon.

[diaperpt]

What a fantastic story. I love the punishment ideas that you have come up with. Out of curiosity has any of theses ever happened to you? Other than that I like the story very much and the vivid descriptions you have added to your story. Good job and please keep it up soon.

ppbenn, none of this ever happened to me. Many ideas come from other stories I've read elsewhere and there will be a few I'd thought of on my own. I write of things I like to imagine happening to me, though. Even so, I bet if it really came to pass, I wouldn't enjoy it!

Another chapter tomorrow morning hopefully.

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[diaper24/7]

Another nice chapter there bravo on this story.

[diaperpt]

here's the next chapter...hope you enjoy this punishment!

Chapter 9

"Surprise, surprise, Poopy Jamie! Let's get you cleaned up and fed some din-din!"

Again there was the routine of being released and forced to crawl down the hall. This time, the mass of soaked poop, dried in many spots but mostly squishy and totally uncomfortable as I sloshed my way to the shower! The process was similar to the other times, though I didn't need hair removal this time. I still couldn't get used to seeing my entire body, and especially my exposed groin area completely hairless. I flushed with humiliation, but I could only silently whine in misery to myself. The gag kept me silent and the drugs kept me helpless.

I was washed, dried, oiled, powdered and Diapered (this time in 3 bulky cloth diapers). My Plastic Panties (doubled again) were blue with cartoon characters on them. This time as we left the 'prep' room, I was nudged to the left in the hallway rather than to the right. Soon I was led into a large room where there were several rows of chairs - oversized highchairs - were set up. There were at least 6 other adults sitting in these chairs, each obviously in bulging Diapers beneath multi-colored Diaper Panties. Three were woman who had on only Diapers and therefore their breasts were openly exposed. Whereas normally this would have been a big turn-on for me, in my current state, my only emotion was sympathy for them. Even so, I could feel a stiffness develop in the front of my Diaper. Of course I also had sympathy for the three men also locked into the high chairs but most of all for myself! I was guided into the chair, strapped around the waist, feet put on a step and my ankles locked into cuffs. As soon as a tray was slid into a locked position against my body, my wrists were likewise strapped into cuffs on the sides of the tray.

This meal was again to be a big bag of pasty formula, washed down by two full bags of 'juice,' undoubtedly laced with more chemicals!

"Nap time," Ann said. One at a time we were released from the special high chairs and directed to a crawling position, with wrist and ankle cuffs attached and this time, a leather choker collar was attached to each one of us with a chain connecting one to another. We were led back to the crib room and put into our cribs, and cuffed and locked in.

I was very, very wet and to my surprise had pooped some more by the time the two women returned several hours later. The women went crib to crib checking their charges.

"UCCHHH! Baby Jamie, what did you do!" said Jill. I suspected they knew what and that they were the why behind it too! "Well! This won't do!"

Following the same procedures as before, I was let out of the crib and crawled to the shower room to suffer the sharp needle spray to remove all the fecal matter wedged into the private places of my Diaper region. I was dried and directed to a waiting gyno table. There were no Diapers waiting though, which confused me. Once strapped in, a pole was wheeled over between my legs.

Ann explained, "Well, Poopy Baby, it seems you're still full of poop. We are going to fix that for you and as well, give you some real incentive to love your Diapers! Don't you just love holding a huge enema?"

The full meaning of this began to sink in as Jill approached and hung a huge pregnant bag on the pole and began greasing a long rod with double bulbs. She greased my now non-virgin rosebud and began inserting the rod. I thought Jill's finger and the tampon had been a violation! As the bulb was forced in, I screamed into my gag! My experience with the tampon had been bad enough! Suddenly I heard whooshes of air as the interior bulb was pumped up! Oh My God!! I could feel a huge swelling inside me. Then the other bulb was pumped up as I felt the building pressure from the outside clamping my sphincter in between so that the rod was locked firmly up my anal passage! Next I heard the click of the release mechanism and felt the flow of enema fluid into my rectum. The fullness increased more and more, until my stomach was bulging out. Jill stopped the stream long enough to massage my stomach, pushing the liquid further up my intestines...then more liquid! Finally she stopped. "Why don't you just hold that for a while, Baby, Jamie? Oh, that's right. This is a Bardex enema - you have no choice but to hold it until we release the bulbs! Well, I'll be back eventually! In the meantime, try not to letting the cramping get to you too much." She left and must have been gone almost half an hour! My insides gurgled and cramped and gurgled and cramped! I was in agony and strained against my bonds to relieve the incredible cramps. I thought the Dulcolax was painful!

Finally she returned and disconnected the hose, leaving the rod still locked in place by the pressure of the two bulbs. She release my restraints and guided me to the floor and over to a strange wooden contraption sitting next to a low janitor's sink at floor level. A large rubber mat was placed over the drain to block the release of any liquids. The sides of the sink were only three or four inches off the floor and I was directed to sit on the edge, with my backsides to the inside of the sink. As the wooden contraption was pushed forward toward me, I recognized what it was. Stocks! The old fashioned type where a split board had holes to receive and hold your legs and another to hold your head and wrists! Quickly and efficiently, Jill and Ann maneuvered the equipment and placed my legs, then arms and head through the waiting holes. In each case, the upper pieces were lowered and locked into place. With my butt still dangling over the edge of the sink, Jill reached around, releasing the valves holding the air in the bulbs.

Once the bulbs deflated, she ripped the rod out of my strained butt as Ann pushed the stocks and me backward. I screamed silently in immense pain as the rod in my butt came out with a painful plop. The bulb in my mouth absorbed the sound, but not the agony of my screams. Now my bare bottom rested firmly on the rubber mat covering the drain of this sink. My arms, legs and neck were locked forward so that I was bent almost in half! And now another bag of juice was attached to my feeding gag!

"There you go, Baby Jamie, wet and poop all you want. Too bad you don't have a Diaper on to soak it up! After sitting in your own mess most of the day, I bet you'll welcome a Diaper! Oh by the way, this is the last part of your punishment for your first night here! We certainly hope you enjoy it! It will help you actually LOVE your Diapers!"

They hadn't even gotten to the door before the deluge began cascading from my poop chute! It was like someone had turned on a faucet, except that this was no tap water! Smelly chunks blended with juicy brown liquid exploded out of my backside as the flood continued and continued. Even as this stream poured out, my bladder released. I was so doubled over that my penis shot the stream of urine down the side of one leg. I was sure the feeling of this double release was something few other humans would ever be familiar with! I certainly didn't want to experience it ever again! Even before the flood from my backside subsided, the stench filled air was torturing my nostrils and began making me nauseous. What would they do to me if I compounded this situation by vomiting?? And if I vomited with the gag attached, I'd probably choke myself to death. Yes, I was miserable, desperate and had begun to feel I would never escape this captivity, but I wasn't ready to die to escape!

I struggled to keep myself from getting sick as I peed time after time, building up a lake of pee and poop in which my bottom stewed. As I sat imprisoned in my misery, I could feel the acid of my own waste burning the skin wherever it touched. Hour after hour of this torture! Every now and then, I could sense a little more liquid poop slide out of my bottom into the growing lake of my own toxic waste in which I sat. To compound matters, the constant flow of drugged liquid into my gag kept a slow, involuntary series of dribbles of pee coming. I was not accustomed to this lack of control and I was as much disturbed by having lost control over my own functions as I was humiliated and disgusted by all that was happening to me.

[Fulldiaper]

and the plot and poop thickens, or gets runny

[Cute Baby]

They are certainly making him suffer, love it, hope the next chapters are as good as this.

[dldad]

A great story, thus far and wonder where it will take him down the road, in more ways than the one.

[wettums]

I can't wait to see who he is a slave for.

*fingers crossed for a soroity*

[diaper24/7]

This keep getting better every time I read it please keep going.