Diaper Time

[wugga]

"I need a Mom to change my diaper." I blurted out.

"You need what?" Demanded the policewoman incredulously.

"I need a Mom, a Mommy, I mean, to change my diaper. I need a diaper change." I managed to stammer, trying my best to explain myself. "I mean, they cover my privates so... it's okay, right?"

"You're a grown man standing outside in a dirty diaper, and you want me to tell you that's okay?" Demanded the policewoman, her voice full of fury. "Put your hands behind your back, you're under arrest."

She walked me, handcuffed, back to her car, and threw me in the back seat. My stomach churned queasily as the mushy poop I'd filled the diaper with spread out against my butt, and in my nervousness I actually began to wet myself. She scoffed at me and started the car down the road.

I was surprised when the first stop she made was not at a police station, but at a medical supply depot. She opened the back door and commanded me out of the car, uncuffed me, then marched me into the front entrance of the building with one hand firmly planted on the back of my loaded diaper. The saleswoman minding the place looked at me with some amusement as the female police officer walked me in. "This man has to wear diapers." the policewoman announced. He'll be buying a year's supply. Oh, and diuretics and laxatives. A year's supply of those as well." The sales lady set us up with a case containing a month's supply of diapers, as well as the diuretics and laxatives, and had me sign a form requesting another 11 such boxes of diapers while she paid for everything with my confiscated credit card. She walked me back out to her car still in my dirty diaper and carrying the items I'd just bought. I now had a huge hardon that tented the front of my diaper even though it was soaked and expanded. She let me sit in the front seat of her car this time after having me put the diapers in the back. After I sat down and closed the door on my side she reached over and began to stroke me invitingly on the front of my diaper. I shuddered in ecstasy as she did this and she shushed me, then kissed me. "Can you guess what Mommy's going to do now?" She asked.

"Um... are you going to let me go?" I asked shyly, still fearing the worst from this arbiter of governmental imprisonment. "No," she answered, "Mommy's going to take you in."

As she drove me down the road, she began to talk to me. "I suppose I should let you know a little bit about myself, and what I have planned for you. My name's Jessica, but you WILL call me Mommy at all times. I've arrested you for the crime of public lewdness, and you're now to serve a term of incarceration. I'm sure you've heard of citizen's arrests. What I've decided on for you is a citizen's incarceration, meaning you'll be kept as a prisoner in my home. Any attempt to violate this incarceration will result in your relocation to a state facility where you can enjoy having your face gouged with a ground-down tooth brush while your shitty diaper burns bloody sores on your ass. Is that understood?"

"Yes." I replied quickly, hearing in her voice that she meant business.

"Yes what?" she asked angrily.

"Yes Mommy?" I responded meekly.

"Good baby." replied Mommy, and drove me the rest of the way home.

When we reached her home she led me inside and bade me lie on a large four poster bed with a plastic sheet on it. It seemed like maybe she was into this kind of thing. She cuffed me to the bed hand and foot in a spread eagle position wearing only the diaper, then opened the month's supply of diapers. she let me watch as she laid them out in even rows on top of her chest of drawers, softly humming a lullabye. When she was done she returned and stood over me with a thick, clean diaper in her hand. "Looks like someone's stinky!" she announced playfully. She cooed sweetly to me in baby talk as she undid my dirty diaper and wiped me clean with baby wipes. "Lift up your hips, baby." she said. I obeyed and the fresh diaper went under me. She spread baby oil and powder on my penis and buttocks, massaging my cock while telling me I was her little baby. She masturbated me until I moaned and came on her hand. She smiled and taped the diaper shut. Then, she climbed onto the bed and straddled me, pressing her crotch against my diapered one. I immediately became hard again and gratefully accepted her mouth as she began to kiss me deeply. After that, she pinched my nose shut and forced a diuretic and a laxative past my lips, massaging my throat so I couldn't avoid ingesting the pills.

She climbed down off me for a moment to strip herself naked, then resumed her position on top of me, this time sitting on my face. "Lick mommy's pussy, baby." she commanded, and I complied. I tongued her vagina passionately as she ground it into my face, feeling her hands running over my diaper and torso as she reminded me I was all hers. She rode me for well over an hour, orgasming on my face several times, before repositioning herself with her breasts in my face. "Suck, baby." she commanded, and I obeyed gratefully, accepting her nipple in my mouth. She cradled my head now, applying pressure with her body weight to my stomach while softly massaging my belly. I knew she was forcing me to use my diaper, and I moaned passionately with her breast in my mouth as she kissed my forehead and continued to incite my bladder and bowels. "You're mommy's little baby now, that's all you are, just an itty bitty baby" she cooed in my ear, and as she did so my control broke and I wet and messed myself. "And now Mommy's gonna change those pampers." She announced, returning to her chest of drawers to get a fresh diaper for me.

[tiggerboy]

I enjoyed that story

[Fulldiaper]

I hope that there are more installments. Please

[wugga]

Diaper Time pt. 2

I sat in Mommy Jessica's kitchen the next morning, unable to believe my good fortune. She'd started our relationship so sternly that I'd been scared witless, but she'd become so warm and maternal so quickly that my emotions were completely overcome by it. My feet dangled above the tiles of her kitchen floor as I waited strapped firmly to a huge high chair she had, identical to an infant's in everything but size. She wore only her bra and panties and I only the thick overstuffed diaper she'd changed me into that morning since being forced to have an accident overnight, which she squeezed the front of flirtatiously as she brought a bottle of formula and a jar of baby food to the high chair. I thought she was going to make me cum but it turned out to be a tease, and she withdrew her hand at the last minute and began force-feeding me. I tried to ingest the food as fast as I could, and soon had finished every bite of the funny tasting and highly humiliating meal.

"Mommy has to go to work today," she said "but that doesn't let you off the hook. You've been a very cute baby so far but until you start going potty in your diapers without being able to control it in any way you still have a way to go, so to help your incontinence along Mommy's nurse friend is coming over today to help relieve you of control of your bladder and bowels permanently. You might find it slightly uncomfortable at first but you'll be glad when you're filling your diapers just like a good baby should."

She must have arranged for her friend to come over after I'd fallen asleep, because about 15 minutes later a knock came at the door. Mommy, now dressed, went to answer it, and I could hear the women talking in the front room.

"Hey Jess, I hear you have a new baby!"

"Sure do Nancy, would you like to see him?"

"Of course I would, is he napping?"

"Actually he's in his high chair, let me show him to you."

The two women entered the kitchen where I sat bound and diapered, and cooed at me until I blushed about how I had nothing but a diaper on and couldn't do anything about it. The girls were big enough that together they could carry me, and they transported me, still in restraints, to the bedroom where I was secured once again to Mommy's bed. She kissed me and asked Nurse Nancy to avoid showing me any mercy, no matter what I said. Mommy then left and Nurse Nancy stood over me speaking in an authoritative tone as she prepared to go to work.

"Well now, are we ready for our diaper treatment?" she chided.

"I-" I began to respond, but she slapped a pacifier in my mouth with a gag that locked behind my head.

"Shush, babies can't talk. Babies like you can only cry and use their diapers. You'll definitely be using diapers today, maybe you'll cry once it fully sinks in that I'm going to make you wear them forever, maybe not. It won't have any effect on me either way. I'll begin your treatment with some tubing. One tube will go in your bottom and continually apply an enema, while another will force feed you a highly potent diuretic mush that you won't be able to avoid swallowing. The enema and feeding solutions will be fed from bladders that approximate the pressure of your sphincter and urinary muscles, so the pressure won't stop building up inside you until those muscles fail. You'll still need your regiment of diuretics and laxatives to keep you in diapers permanently, but this is the first step in making sure it'll be impossible for you to ever be able to control when you go potty ever again. Now, let's get started, shall we?"

With that, Nurse Nancy went outside briefly and brought in a machine with two large containers of fluid attached to either side of it and an electronic console in the middle. She then fed an enema tube through the leg of my diaper and up into my butt and a feeding tube into mouth, then activated the device to which they were attached. I could taste as I lay there being filled with fluid that the feeding solution was baby formula laced with what tasted like laxatives, and wheedled as I realized I would never have any more bladder or bowel control than a baby ever again, just like Mommy and Nurse Nancy had planned. Nurse Nancy just smiled and allowed the machine to continue it's cruel work. After 10 minutes of filling me like a balloon, the machine beeped, signaling that my bladder had been defeated. She sat by me on the bed and began to softly massage my belly as she sang "rockabye baby". My eyes watered from the pain and due to the fact that the full scope of my humiliation was just starting to sink in, and I soon evacuated helplessly. She stood up with her hands on her hips and spoke in a tone of mock surprise.

"Oh my, did you actually just go potty your diaper? How embarassing that must be for you! I haven't known many grown men who needed diaper changes before! Well, don't you worry 'baby', I'll change you out of that dirty diaper and into a clean one right away."

She then began to do just that, efficiently replacing the diaper with yet another, talking to me like a baby the whole time to further infantilize me mentally. "Now then, she said, I think a good force feeding should help you enjoy the potty control of a baby. Your Mommy told me all about how she found you, you know. She said you were standing outside in a diaper, how pathetic! Maybe you'll feel a little different about it once I make sure you have to wear diapers forever!"

She then made me get on my hand and knees on the floor and began the force feeding. She fed me mush with lots of fiber in it and baby formula laced with stimulant to overload my muscles, as she softly teased me about how well my "unpotty training" was going. Whenever I tried to stop eating she'd spank me so hard I'd start crying, then continue to insert food and drink into my open mouth. After an hour she finally let up and I felt completely bloated. I became confused when she had me lay on my back and undid my diaper to add several more layers to it, then secured it shut again. I began to panic when she bound me up in a cloth restraining device that approximated a swaddling blanket and put the pacifier gag back in my mouth then kissed me on the forehead, announcing that "baby" was "ready to see mommy". She left me in that state, turned the lights out, and locked the door. Why had she mentioned Mommy when Mommy would be gone all afternoon? I had to go now! The reassuring feeling of the thick diapers between my legs did nothing to hold off the urgent desire I had to relieve myself, and I soon filled the diapers. I squirmed, trying to adjust, but could only roll. I really wanted a diaper change now. I began to cry, and as I did so could hear Nancy humming softly to herself in the other room. I continued to bawl, begging as best I could then for a diaper change but to no avail. All I could do was lie there in a panic as the beautiful woman's voice chided me faintly from the other room, and I pooped and peed my diaper. I lay there all afternoon in my shitty, pissy prison, unable to stop myself from voiding or free myself from my mess. Finally, at around five, I heard the front door open and Mommy and Nurse Nancy talking. The door of the bedroom opened and Mommy poked her head in.

"Aw, does somebody need hims a diaper change?" she said.

I gurgled weakly through my pacifier gag and emitted a loud farting noise as I filled my diaper again.

[tiggerboy]

Thanks Wugga.

I'm a little confused about the machine that you describe though. Can you explain that further.

[wugga]

Thanks Wugga.

I'm a little confused about the machine that you describe though. Can you explain that further.

It is an imaginary machine.

[littlepissy]

wugga im begging you please please do not stop writing stories i love them please keep this one going you are very talented

[Cute Baby]

Wonderful story, do hope you will continue it,

[Fulldiaper]

a little short, but a great chapter. Please continue!!! SOON

[Babyrob]

Wugga,

Like the story so far, but maybe at some point, he won't need the diuretics, laxatives or enemas and will just do it naturally like a baby.

At least that's what I'd like to see.

Keep up the good work!

Wobbie

[mblues]

Wugga, I love your imagination and interests. I love any kind of unpotty training, but especially when it is more helpless than harsh.