Maggie's Diner

[Fulldiaper]

Maggie's Diner
by Fulldiaper Michael
Copyright 2019, All rights reserved.

Any resemblance to any persons living or deceased is purely coincidental.

Chapter 1

Maggie is a 55 year old diner owner that had been running the local diner for nearly 20 years. She had about the best darned
biscuits and gravy for a hundred miles. She also is a bit of a flirt, and quite touchy feely with patrons. She is a tall woman 
with DD breasts, and a firm derriere and long brown hair. She is over six-feet tall and very assertive- aggressive with the men, 
and will put a woman in her place in a New York minute.

I met Maggie when she decided to computerize her restaurant, and sought me out for that purchase. She and I met on numerous 
occasions. Each time we flirted with each other, and hit it off, so I asked her out to dinner, and a movie, which she accepted.
I picked a nice place in the city, and the was a chick-flick for her. We attended the movie, and on the way out she put her hand
in my back pocket, and grabbed my ass.

This took me completely by surprise, as I was wearing an adult diaper under my jeans.  I felt her squeeze, and then squeeze again, 
and she asked me, "does baby need a change?"

To which I replied, "Excuse me?"

She said, "I know you're wearing a diaper. Now the thing is,  is it for medical purposes, or sexual?"

I told her, "I enjoyed wearing them, and it made me feel confident that I was well protected in public situations where I might need
to use a public restroom. Which I didn't particularly care for, for a number of reasons. Cleanliness, and germs were high on my list
of why I avoided public bathrooms.

Maggie said, "Well, do you need changing, or are you a big boy?"

She was pushing all my sexual buttons, and causing me quite the discomfort in my diaper. The whole time during this conversation her
hand never exited my pants pocket or ceased squeezing my padded butt. She attempted to pat my butt, but she had to remove her hand from
my pocket, and then she groped the front of my jeans, and asked, "Are you wet?"

I said, "I don't think so."

She said, "Are you happy that I'm groping you are is that a pickle in your pocket?"

I blushed and she said, "It was cute."

We got in the car and drove the dinner reservation. The whole time I was preoccupied with our previous conversation, and Maggie noticed
me constantly adjusting myself to stop a painful erection. As I was driving, again I felt her hand on my crotch and this time she started
rubbing me. I told her I was about to cum, and she that's the idea. Maybe then I would stop squirming in my seat. I climaxed so hard I almost
lost control of the car. Maggie laughed and said, "Does my baby feel better now?"

Panting and breathing heavily I mouthed, "Yes Ma'am...really better. Thank you, but how ever will I repay you?"

Maggie said, "We'll find away, I'm sure."

We pulled into the restaurant and I exited the vehicle, then opened Maggie's door. As she passed me, she gently patted my butt and said, "Let'said
go diaper boy."

I semi-waddled in front of her as she continued patting my butt right up to the reservation desk, where she told the young woman, "May we have a private 
booth for my baby and myself?"

I'm not too sure if the young woman thought it was a term of endearment, or something else, but I played it cool, though inside I was screaming, "WHAT?"

Maggie ordered for both of us taking charge of me as if I was her submissive baby slave. Frankly I was enjoying it, and she knew it. The receptionist
showed us to a booth with curtains and in a secluded corner. Maggie said, "Pants diaper boy?"

I said, "Excuse me, Ma'am?"

She said, "Take your pants off, I need to check your diaper."

Slowly, and apparently too slow for her, she grabbed my belt and pants, unzipped them and dropped them to my ankles. She gropped my freshly soaked diaper
full of the cum she perfected me to ejaculate into my diaper and pronounced, "You're wet baby boy. Do you have another diaper?"

I confessed I did not, and she said, "We'll have to stop and get you some."

I was stunned and then the waitress came in to deliver our food as I stood there diaper clad. She blushed probably as much as I did, but Maggie didn'taking
skip a beat and said, "Put the baby's food over there, and mine here."

To which the waitress replied, "Yes ma'am. Is there anything else I can get you?"

Maggie said, "No, but please check back often, and Thank you."

Maggie then said to me, "Sit-down, and let's eat baby boy."

So I sat down and started to eat, but Maggie interrupted me and started to cut up my food in little pieces. Then she started feeding me, and saying, "Here comes
the choo-choo baby, and open up for the airplane."

Frankly, I have to tell you that as a closet ABDL looking for a Mommy figure for a very long time I was rapidly sinking into ABDL subspace and felt myself
regressing, and falling into the baby character I was being treated like. It didn't matter that we were in a public eating establishment surrounded by other
people, and the staff. I wanted more, and I think Maggie did too.

Maggie said, "Do you just cum in your diapers, or do you wet and mess them also?"

I told her, "I had played solo and done all three on many occasions, but I had yet to find a willing Mommy partner."

She said, "Well you have now."

Chapter 2

Dinner was delicious and Maggie and I tipped the waitress well enough that when we were leaving she asked Maggie, "Is there anything else you and your
baby need, Ma'am?"

To which Maggie replied, "A fresh diaper, but we're going to stop at the 24 hour drug store and remedy that."

The waitress giggled.

As we left Maggie again placed her hand in my back pocket, but not to see if I was wearing a diaper, but to claim me as her baby boy for all the other 
women in the restaurant could see. I was off the Mommy/baby market and in the care of a loving woman, Mommy, and Domme. As we were driving to the drug
store Maggie explained that she never had any children due to a genital birth defect that rendered her sterile, but she always wanted to be a Mommy, and
now she could be to me.

The drive to the drug store took about an hour-an-half, and the whole time Maggie poured out her heart. How she never got married because she thought 
her husband would fault her for not being able to give him children. She didn't date for a fear of falling in love, and again not being able to have children. She
cried crocodile tears the entire time. She looked into my eyes and said, "You're God sent from an angel to me, Michael."

"You will never have to worry about a Mommy ever again.", she finished stating as we pulled into the parking lot. I exited my side of the vehicle and went around
and opened her door, like a gentleman, though it be a diapered one, and soon to be full time diapered by my new Mommy. We entered the drugstore and Maggie
loudly asked, "Where do you keep your adult diapers at?"

I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me whole, but it didn't and the clerk, a young college co-ed said, "I'll show you, Ma'am." Then she proceeded to walk 
toward the back of the store with Maggie and I in tow behind. In the incontinence isle there were a very large selection of diapers, and Maggie was a kid in a 
candy store. The clerk asked, "What size? What type of incontinence? Was the person a bed-wetter, or urinary, or fecal incontinence?"

Maggie said, "They're for this little guy." At 6' 7" tall the co-ed clerk looked at me, and looked at Maggie and didn't skip a beat stating, "What size waist does he
have?"

Maggie said, "What size are your diapers, baby?"

I blushed and whispered, "medium, large, Ma'am."

Maggie said, "Speak up baby, we can't hear you."

So out of frustration I yelled, "MEDIUM, LARGE, MA'AM." Which earned a swift swat on my diapered ass and admonition from Maggie to behave, and not so poorly.
The co-ed clerk introduced herself, and stated she was a college RN nurse major, and that some of the initiation rituals require the under classman pledges to wear
and use diapers during Hell week.

Maggie's eyes lit up and she said, "I am going to keep him in diapers forever as my baby boy. I need to know how to make him 100% diaper dependent on his Mommy?"

Ellie said, "Well, baring prescriptions that would make me pee and poop like a baby, there were some OTC products, like laxatives, diuretics and butt plugs, and strap-ons."
These can be used to stretch the anus and render it useless. She could also use catheters, but would have to learn how not to cause me to have UTI (urinary tract infections)
or diaper rash, to which she pointed out Desitin, and Boudrous Butt Paste, or A&D all zinc based products to create a barrier so as not to allow the skin to breakdown while
diapered, wetting, and messing in them.

Maggie said, "So, if I'm going to keep him diapers all the time, are there different types of diapers for different circumstances, or times of the day, week, or month?"

Ellie said, "Well, his daytime diapers should be absorbent, but since you'll probably be monitoring his diaper use more, they don't need to be as thick as his night time
diapers, or his punishment diapers."

Maggie's eyes lit up again and she said, "Punishment diapers?"

Ellie said, "Yes, there are times he will attempt to assert himself as an adult male, and if you are the Dominant Mommy in the relationship, you have to knock him down
a peg or two, Ma'am. This can be done by stretching his poopie hole and NOT putting him in diapers so he poops his pants at the location of your choosing. Then you
scold him, say loudly, "If you're going to act like a baby and poop your pants, I'm going to treat you like one and put you back into diapers until you can keep yourself clean."

"Then proceed to escort him to the gender neutral bathroom if you want to save additional embarrassment, or toward the Ladies room for additional peg knocking down
lessons. After changing him you can decide to give him back his soiled pants for some dignity, or choose to waddle him out in his diapers, and shirt for a further lesson."
Ellie concluded.

Now Maggie didn't skip a beat and said, "How do you know all this, Ellie?"

Ellie confessed she too was a Dommy Mommy and yelled for Eric. Another college age young man came out of the backroom and said, "Yeah, what do you need?"
To which Ellie said, "Don't you give me attitude young man or Mommy will spank you in front of this nice couple. Now get your diapered ass over here."

Eric nearly sprinted to be beside Ellie and said in a low whisper, "I'm sorry, Mommy."

To which Ellie replied, "Speak up baby."

Eric said louder, "I'm sorry, Mommy."

Maggie had an ear-to-ear smile and said to Ellie, "Is he diapered also?"

Eric blushed and Ellie said, "Well, answer this woman's question, or do I need to pull your pants down right here and show her?"

Eric said, "I am diapered 24/7 and under the constant care of my Mommy Ellie."

It was then that Ellie suggested some diaper training for both Eric and I after she locked the front door and put a sign on at dinner so as not to be disturbed by another
potential patron. I didn't like the sound of that, and neither did Eric, but Maggie was clapping with glee at the idea. Ellie locked the door and then walked back to the
incontinence isle and grabbed two four packs of Fleet enemas and Maggie and I watched as she swatted Eric's padded posterior and said, "You know where to go
baby boy."

Eric slowly moved toward the back of the store again and Maggie had me in tow. We arrived in the backroom and Ellie had Eric bend over some cases of something and she 
pulled his pants down, and his diaper then opened up one of the four packs of Fleet enema's and told Maggie, "You can do Michael right there, so you can see how."

Maggie pulled me over to where Ellie had instructed her to and bent me over the boxes and pulled down my pants, and my diaper. When Ellie saw my diaper was wet 
she said, "Hold on, I'll be right back." She left the store room and returned with a plastic package of adult diapers. The name on the side of the bag was "Bambino".
I was to learn later that these were very special diapers that Ellie as the night manager had been ordering in for the initiations at the college. They were thicker, and
a lot more absorbent than the American made product she told Maggie.

Ellie remove one of the diapers and I immediately saw what she was talking about being thicker. Maggie removed my wet diaper and held the Bambino up and I noticed
that they didn't have tape, but Velcro. Maggie said, "This is real convenient for checking, and refastening baby's diaper."

Ellie said, "Or, do what we are about to do, and them DOO for us." Both women laughed, but Eric and I did not. Maggie secured the diaper and I thought I was out of the
woods as far as an enema, but I was wrong. She pulled my diaper down and I could hear her opening the package, then a pop of the cap off and then an invasion in
backside and filling of fluid. Ellie said, "Be careful because some newer babies can't take more than one without emptying their bowels, especially if they haven't moved
their bowels in some time."

Ellie disappeared again and came back with an assortment of what I was to learn are called butt plugs. Ellie said, "These ensure baby holds the enemas, until Mommy
wants him to fill his diaper." She handed a package of them to Maggie and said, "Use the blue one, I'll tell you why in just a minute." Maggie finished squeezing the rest
of the contents of the enema and inserted the butt plug. Then Ellie said, "See the tip there sticking out Maggie?"

To which Maggie replied, "Yes!"

Ellie said, "Turn it counter-clockwise."

Maggie did and I could feel more pressure on my backside now. Ellie said, "That activates and inflates the plug stretching out the baby's anus." Maggie twisted it again 
and I felt additional pressure, and now pain and I yelped. Maggie responded by reversing the task she just completed. Then Ellie completed Eric's punishment enemas,
and yes I said, "Enema's, as in plural. To be exact all four of the bottles were emptied into Eric" and then plugged, like me.

Ellie disappeared again and returned this time with HUGE vinyl pants and said, "You might want to seal him in these, so he doesn't leak."

Maggie took the pants and placed so I could step into them. I had a difficult time moving as I was beginning to cramp and had an urgent need to evacuate my bowels,
and it didn't matter that both these women were here. I stepped into the vinyl pants and Maggie expertly sealed my diaper inside. Then Ellie handed Maggie a small remote
control and whispered something inaudible, and saw an ear-to-ear smile appear on Maggie's face.

Ellie said, "OK, well I need to reopen the store." Maggie said, "Can we get the supplies delivered to my restaurant?"

Ellie said, "Yes, I'll have Eric bring all the supplies you'll need. By the way, are you also going to regress him, or just keep diaper disciplined?"

Maggie said, "Regressed?"

Ellie said, "Yes, with bottles, pacifiers, baby-food, breastfeeding him, etc.?"

Maggie said, "I hadn't thought about that, but I really like that idea. What will I need for that?"

Ellie said, "I'll have my professor make some hypnosis DVD's for age regression, diaper dependence, bed-wetting, pants-wetting, pants-pooping, and wetting. Are you also going to 
train his little asshole so he can't hold in his poopies?"

Maggie looked at me and back at Ellie and said, "Yes, send whatever I need to keep him my baby forever."

By now the cramps were causing me to sweat so Maggie said, "Mommy will drive baby, to here she removed my keys from my hand and swatted my butt." I knew not to argue in
my current state. I would have to pick a more opportune time to address the elephant in the room, so I exited the store and waited in vehicle for Maggie. She got in and said, "I 
paid for all the supplies we used tonight, and ordered a plethora of other items for us, baby."

Maggie started the truck and put it in reverse. It was then she noticed the discomfort the enema was causing me. She said, "Would you like to make poopies for MOMMY, BABY?"

I said, "No", but all of a sudden I felt the pressure in and on my ass removed. I could feel my control waning, and fainting away. That is when Maggie showed me the tiny remote
that Ellie had given her. I put two and two together and I realized that the butt plug wasn't inflated anymore. I then felt Maggie's hand on my crotch massaging my diaper. This was
distracting any concentration I had and she whispered, "Can you fill your diapers for Mommy?"

I climaxed hard pumping my cum into my diaper, but I also lost all control of my bowels and filled my diaper with the butt plug, enema and excrement that was inside, was now 
pressing it's way into my diaper filling ever crevasse within it. Maggie said, "That's Mommy's good baby boy."

To be continued... 

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Chapter 3

I don't know how long I slept, but I felt a gentle nudging from Maggie saying, "Wake up baby boy, we're home." I opened my eyes and I could tell I wasn't at my house, so we must have been at Maggie's. It was Maggie this time that opened my door and as I exited, I felt her hand firmly on my loaded diaper, and she said, "My goodness, you were really FOS, baby." I just blushed, but I also noticed that I was getting an erection, even though I had just climaxed a short time before. Maggie put the key in the lock and turned it as the door unlocked, and she ushered me into her home. I was nervous, scared, and of course excited as we entered her home. It was well appointed with very nice furniture in the mudroom just outside the living room. There was a long hall that she took me down and at the end was a spacious bedroom decorated nicely, and a private bath.

I don't know why we had to use a private bath, we were the only ones in the home, weren't we? I thought. She took my arm and the other hand gently pressed the load in my diaper directing toward the spacious bear claw bath tub. She pulled my shirt, and tee-shirt off over my head, and then dropped my pants to reveal the very full, and stained vinyl pants from my diaper leaking into them. The brown stain was quite prevalent and would leave no doubt they had been used well. As Maggie pulled down the very stained vinyl pants the smell hit us both, and If gasped, and she said, "Peeu, someone is a stinky baby boy?"

She left me standing there caked with the remnants of the enema, and the contents of my bowels as she started to run the water in the tub. She kept constantly checking the temperature, and finally announced that it was safe for baby. I looked concerned and she said, "It's OK, Mommy will clean up after the baby is clean, step in."

I stepped in and she removed a small hidden sprayer and gently rinsed my backside off. I saw plop, after plop of fecal matter fall into the tub water. Then I felt her washing my backside and  removing the remainder of the mess lovingly, and saying, "My goodness Mommy's baby really should be cleaned out?" I blushed and said, "Yes, Ma'am." Maggie fished out the butt plug and washed it off, and said, "Mommy will have to remember this little toy again, baby boy."

I felt a small tug again on my arm and Maggie said, "Step out and follow me, baby boy."

Maggie led me out of the bathroom, and into the bedroom through the bedroom door back into the hallway and a few doors down she opened the door and inside was another huge bathroom with a sunken tub and Maggie started filling it. She turned to me and helped me step down into the bath tub and poured some bubble bath in. The room filled with lavender smelling aroma. If climbed into the tub and Maggie lovingly started bathing me, and wiping me down with a soft wash cloth. She paid special attention when she got to my groin, and extra special attention on my penis until again I climaxed into her hand and wash cloth. 

Maggie then said, "Stand up baby, so Mommy can clean your backside."

I stood up and Maggie again lovingly cleaned my butt cheeks, and between them. When we finished my bath she pulled me out of the tub then took me to another room and laid me down, and proceeded to re diaper me. I was in seventh heaven, but I was conflicted but enjoying all the attention. She then pulled the blankets up over me and kissed me sweetly on the forehead, and said, "Goodnight baby boy."

I fell into a deep slumber and dreamt of being cared for by a very loving woman who was soon to be my whole life, my world, and my Mommy. I woke up with a painful ache in my bladder, and slowly took a step backwards into infancy and released my bladder into my diaper. Maggie came into the room and the first thing she did was a diaper check. She smiled and said, "Good baby."

We were talking later with plans on how our dynamic was going to work. 

To be continued....

[Sarah Penguin]

[kirababy]

nice start. 

[Eagle0769]

Very nice. Not into a dommy mommy but would like to read more. :-)

[Fulldiaper]

Thanks everyone for the encouragement.

 

Chapter 4

Maggie changed me once again into a clean diaper. The package of ten was now seven. Maggie made a huge breakfast of oatmeal,eggs, bacon, waffles, orange juice, and prune juice stating, "I've got to keep my baby regular and using his diapers, don't I baby?"

After eating breakfast was I sure I was going to burst, but alas, I didn't burst, but Maggie did burp me. I thought this is crazy, and all of a sudden I belched out a huge burp from no where. Maggie patted my back and moved down to my diaper then started rubbing it saying, "You know Michael we're going to 
be so happy together." I knew I was making Maggie happy, but there were times I wondered if I could really allow this woman to take away my continence and surrender it to the diapers she was putting me in for the rest of my life.

Ellie true to her word had Eric drive the van with a plethora of supplies, including diapers, rubber and vinyl pants, enema's, suppositories and some really huge wooden crates marked "PRIVATE PROPERTY" of Maggie xxxxxxxx and her last name. I was curious as to what all was there, but Maggie took me into the living room and turned on the TV and put it on Nick Jr. kids shows. Eric and Maggie unloaded the van. It took nearly two-and-half hours for them to transfer everything from the van to the house into a special room Maggie told Eric to place everything in. Maggie borrowed me to help them move the larger crates to the doorway, but wouldn't allow me past the doorway.

Just before Eric and Maggie finished unloading the van Ellie showed up and checked Eric's diaper and declared him in need of a change, so she and Maggie escorted Eric into the room where all the equipment and supplies were. I kept wondering when they would come out, but they kept staying so I yelled, "Is everything OK?"

To which I heard two replies, "Yes, we're fine, and we'll be out shortly."

I snuck over to the doorway and attempted to listen, but the door was too thick all I heard were muffled noises of two female voices, which I determined were Maggie, and Ellie, but what they were talking about was like Charlie Brown's teacher in the cartoon characters specials on television. So, defeated and feeling my bladder and bowel making urgency pains in my bladder and bowels I knew soon I would have to answer those call in my diaper once again. Another two hours later Maggie and Ellie exited the room with Eric in tow in a huge, thick diaper and pants. Maggie explained that Ellie was punishing Eric for some foul language before he agreed to deliver the equipment and supplies, and she had borrowed some of my new diapers, and locking spreader pants after giving him a four quart enema and plugging him up with Maggie's newest toy for me. The inflatable remote butt plug. I could tell by the pained look on Eric's face he wanted so badly to stop the cramps, but alas it wasn't his decision to make, it was Ellie's, and hers alone.

Maggie hugged Ellie and the two women said their goodbyes for awhile. As Ellie and Eric were leaving I heard a WHOOSH and Eric loudly fill his diapers. I would see the brown stain appear, then grow as he bowels emptied into his diapers helplessly. Ellie said, "Your final punishment is to ride back to the pharmacy in your poopy diaper baby, Eric." I thought I heard Eric whimper and then he said, "Yes Mommy."

I think out of sympathy my bladder released in my diaper and soaked it. Maggie turned to see me complete my infantile act and smiled. Maggie said, "OK pissy pants let's get you changed out of that pissy diaper."

To which I replied, "Thank you."

Maggie took me back to the bedroom and pulled out another disposable diaper, but left me lieing there and went to the room where all the equipment and supplies were and returned, but I couldn't see what she had retrieved from my vantage point of being horizontal on the bed with my legs raised. I soon felt Maggie wiping me down with baby wipes, then I felt her lube my hole, and one finger, then two, and three fingers turning and twisting them. Then I felt something cold and large being pressed up onto my hole, and it spreading to make room for it. The pressure continued for what seemed like a lifetime, but I'm sure it was only a few seconds or minutes until whatever was being forced up inside me seated itself by my ass sucking it in firmly. Maggie finished diapering me, and then had me step into a pair of thick rubber pants. She then told me to turn over, so I did and felt a tugging on my waist, and the rubber pants got tighter, and tighter then I heard a click with a few firm pats from Maggie on my butt.

After my diapering Maggie announced we were going out for lunch. She handed me a pair of jeans, and short sleeve tee-shirt, with tennis shoes and socks telling me to get dressed. I felt like I had a tree shoved up my ass, and moved really slow. So slow Maggie swatted my butt. Now it didn't hurt, but it did motivate me to speed up my dressing routine.  Maggie was dressed and she opened the front door then directed me to the passenger seat, where she buckled me, and shut the door. I noticed it was bright and sunny outside today with hardly any clouds in the sky. Maggie got in on the drivers side then started the truck, and put it in reverse then backed out of the driveway onto the street. As she put the truck in drive and accelerated I was made aware of the intruder in my backside once again, but also a growing pressure to move my bowels.

Maggie noticed my discomfort and placed her hand firmly on the crotch of my jeans, and diapers. She started patting my crotch and saying, "It will be OK, baby boy. Mommy will always take care of you."

The entire time Maggie was driving, making turns, and stopping she kept her hand firmly on my diaper. She could feel my arousal as she drove I'm sure. She turned and smiled as me and blew me a kiss, then she said, "I love you baby boy."

We pulled into a parking lot for a Mexican restaurant and Maggie got out, then let me out. I said, "I think we might be moving a little to fast, Ma'am."

She didn't hesitate, or drop a beat and said, "I'll determine the speed, baby."

I then saw her pull out of remote. It was different than the other remote and she pressed two buttons, and I felt like my ass was expanding, then it started vibrating. I stopped sharply and Maggie said, "What's the matter baby?" as she pushed the button again.

This time I felt like something was ripping me a new one. Little did I know how right I was. Maggie said, "I WILL DECIDE WHEN, WHERE, WHY AND HOW this relationship will be."

Maggie grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the entrance where a Hispanic woman asked in broken English, "How many please?"

Maggie said, "Two please and a booth."

I noticed the Hispanic woman checking out my pants and crotch. Little did I know why until I walked in front of a window and saw my reflection. There was no doubt I was thickly diapered under my jeans. Maggie knew this, but this was the first time I had been able to see myself and I blushed. Then I felt Maggie's firm hand on my bulgy diaper forcing me forward in front of all the patrons in the restaurant like she owned me. Which apparently she did based on my state of dress and again that massive intruder that was stretching me painfully. Do I dare ask for relief from Maggie and say, "Can you ease up on the intruder?" Would I risk the potential backlash from this Dominant Woman?

As we were showing to our booth Maggie noticed my hesitation to sit down, and gently pushed forcefully on my shoulders causing me to sit quite hard on the intruder once again. She told me scoot over so she could sit down. I thought she would sit opposite me, but that wasn't to happen. I moved over and as I did Maggie took her seat. As she moved closer to me, I felt her hand once again on my diapered crotch. This time she was in full out make a sticky for me baby mode. Surrounded by other diners I attempted to avert my attention, and concentration away from her hand, but she was persistent and eventually I could feel a climax approaching. I knew I was going to cum in that booth any second and then she STOPPED.

The waitress came up and Maggie place our orders for four shredded beef burritos with beans, and a side refried beans for each of us. She order herself a margarita, and me a mountain dew. Then she started feeding hot chips and salsa at such a rapid pace that I got much of it on my face and shirt. She then asked the waitress if they had any bibs, to which the waitress returned with a large towel that Maggie fashioned like a big around my neck then continued her feeding assault. By the time the food arrived I was a mess with salsa and broken chips everywhere. The waitress served the food with the admonition that the plates were extremely hot, and not to touch them, or risk being burned. Maggie started cutting up my burritos and I don't know what happened but I raised my voice and said, "I can do it, I'm not a baby." Immediately afterwards I regretted because Maggie said, "Oh really? What are you wearing baby boy?"

I said, "A diaper softly."

Maggie said, "Speak up baby I can't hear you. Did you say a DIAPER?"

I saw eyes and heads turn toward me. I replied again, just a little louder, "Yes Ma'am."

Maggie didn't break step and said, "WHO WEARS DIAPERS?"

I said, "babies and old people."

Maggie said, "Are you OLD?"

I said, "No, Ma'am."

Without hesitation Maggie said, "So, what does that make you? WHAT DOES THAT MAKE YOU?"

I whispered, "A baby, Ma'am."

She said, "That's right a baby. To show you how much..." she removed that little remote again and pressed a different button. It was then I felt a warm wet feeling in the back of my diaper, and it grew, and grew until I felt like I was sitting in slurry of mud. Little did I know Ellie had given Maggie an expanding, hollow remote butt plug for just this type of lesson in public. As I helpless filled my diapers Maggie loudly said, "Are you pooping your diapers again, baby? I just changed you before we left for dinner."

It was just at that exact moment I knew...my life was about to change forever as my bladder collapsed into my shitty filled diaper!

To be continued...

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Chapter 5

Maggie and I finished our dinner. Fortunately for us the rubber pants contained all the smell, so none of the other guests had to endure my punishment with me. Maggie paid the bill and as we left the waitress said, "Does he need change?"

Maggie said, "Yes, but he can wait till we get home. Say thank you to the nice lady, baby."

I said, "Thank you Ma'am."

Maggie then again planted her hand firmly on my loaded diaper and ushered me to the truck. It wasn't until I climbed up into the truck I realized how much of a mess I had deposited as it shifted up to my scrotum, balls and penis. Partially because of the load deposit, and partly because Maggie was applying a firm amount of pressure assisting me to my seat, and securing my seat-belt. Maggie went around again to the drivers side and climbed up. As she sat down she pat my soiled diaper, and said, "Now, where shall we go, baby boy?"

Then as if out of nowhere she said, "Let's go see Ellie, and Eric baby boy. You can show Eric your regressed status, and I can get more tips and tricks from Ellie."

I looked at her but didn't say a word. She said, "Don't you give me attitude baby boy or I'll take you to the mall, or maybe a movie and embarrass the Hell out of you since I'm in charge, and YOU ARE in DIAPERS for the foreseeable future."

I hung my head in defeat but shifted myself. It was after I did it, I regretted doing it as the mess in my diapers shifted further up front and I could feel my penis now engulfed in the effluent mess. Maggie started navigating toward Ellie, and Eric's drug store. What Maggie didn't know is that Eric and Ellie had quite the diaper, and domination clientele from college and surrounding area. How much, well that would be revealed in my future, but for now I didn't feel any trepidation going to see Ellie, or Eric, since they both knew of my status with Maggie. What I didn't know is that Ellie and Maggie had sort of planned a forced coming out party for me at the store in the backroom with all the WOMEN in the area that diaper dominated the males in their life.

As we pulled up the first thing I noticed was all the vehicles in the parking lot. The second thing I noticed was the closed sign on the front of the store as we exited the truck and started walking toward the door. As we entered the store Maggie firmly planted her hand once again on my super filled diaper and pressed on it to push me forward. Then I felt her reach her hand on the waist of my diaper, and pants and took complete control of my movement from the rear. Maggie, and I made our way to the back of the store, and were met by Ellie as she passed she said, "I need to re-lock the door so there are no surprise visitors Michael, and Maggie."

This made sense to me, but Maggie said, "OK, should we wait for you, or just go on back?"

Ellie yelled, "Please wait for me, I'll only be a minute." as she continued to the front door to secure it.

Maggie halted my forward motion by pulling on my diaper, and the rubber pants which released a putrid smell from the mess Maggie had caused in my diaper. Ellie came back and said, "My goodness, someone is a poopy baby boy."

Maggie didn't hesitate and said, "I used your hollow expandable plug in the restaurant since he coped an attitude and told me he thought we were moving too fast. I told him, I would determine the speed, and he would be the baby in his diapers. I then expanded the plug twice stretching him out, then opened it up completely forcing him to poop, just like a baby into his diaper, DIDN'T I, Michael?"

I knew I was busted, and said, "Yes Ma'am" loud enough for Ellie, Eric and pretty much everyone to know I submitted to Maggie's authority. My diaper status would leave little doubt to anything less. Ellie said, "Hold on a minute, I have just the ticket to complete his punishment, Maggie." then she disappeared returning with a box that I didn't have a chance to read, but she showed it to Maggie.

Maggie said, "That's just perfect."

I was to find out it was a very special pair of locking pants. Maggie opened the package and had me step into the leg openings one at a time, and then she pulled them up, and adjusted them over my diapers. I noticed something strange about the pants. The front and rear bulged on me. I would soon find out why that. Maggie locked them on me and Ellie handed her the new remote. Maggie took the remote and pressed a button. I felt pressure being applied on my front, and rear end to the point everything shifted once again in my diaper. Then I heard another click on the remote and my front and rear now started pulsating, another click, and more intense pulsating. It was then I realized that I was being stimulated by these pants. Maggie clicked again, and the vibration, pressure off and on intensified even more. Then the motion started at the rear of the pants, moving with pressure to the front of the pants.

I was getting aroused with no hope of resistance, and Maggie, and Ellie knew it. I could feel an orgasm coming on. The other thing is more feces slopped into the back of my diaper. I started breathing harder, and deeper. Maggie and Ellie started talking as if I was invisible.

Maggie said, "Ellie, tell me about this newest toy?"

Ellie said, "It's an automatic masturbater that runs for between fifteen minutes, up to eight hours, and when it first starts it's at the eight hour maximum. No matter how many orgasms the wearer has, the pants keep bringing them to full arousal and ejaculation, until they start shooting blanks, which is usually quite painful after only a couple of climaxes they get les and less ejaculate, but the penis still orgasms."

"I have a companion to this that fits in the anus stimulating the prostate, but it would be quite messy to insert it after the baby has soiled his diaper, but I have done it on multiple occasions to Eric just to keep him in place, which is soaking wet diapers, that are stinky poopy." Ellie commented.

Maggie to my fear said, "I have no problem handing a poopy baby's diaper mess to teach him a lesson, Ellie."

Ellie walked off and she disappeared again for nearly ten minutes. When she returned she was pushing a cart with quite a few pieces of equipment. Soon she was fastening me into a machine, and then Maggie loosened up my pants, and rubber pants, along with my diaper. The smell was horrendous, but Maggie and Ellie acted as if it was nothing for me to be standing in front of them with my diaper full, and caked all over my groin, and ass. Then next thing I felt was some thing pressing through the crap cake until it hit its mark, which was my rosebud through the opened hollow butt plug. Ellie through a switch and I thought nothing happened, but seconds later I could feel a strong pulse growing inside me and I saw I was dripping out the tip of my penis.

Ellie then said to Maggie, "This will now speed up the process of the firing of blanks by milking his prostate, Maggie. You also noticed that we didn't have to remove his stretching plug is still in place doing its job also rendering him diaper dependent?"

Maggie pulled my diaper up and refixed it, then pulled up the rubber pants, and locking massage pants also secured them, and turned them back on.

I couldn't tell if I was wetting, or dripping more cum, but I felt a steady flow from my penis into my diaper.

Ellie said, "Do you want him to wet his diapers helplessly too Maggie?"

Maggie said, "Can we do that?"

Ellie said, "Yes there is a thing called a catheter. When it's inserted into the male penis and secured the bladder drains into his diaper unrestricted by his sphincter muscle, just like the plug in his bottom is causing his bowels to empty into his diaper."

Maggie said, "Let's do it, NOW."

Ellie disappeared again and returned with Foley catheters of various sizes. Maggie was star gazed by all the choices. I on the other hand knew that soon I would be using my diapers just like a newborn that Maggie wanted me to be. 

Ellie started explaining to Maggie, how a catheter worked. She said, "Once it's inserted, you inflate a bulb with saline water to keep it in place once inserted everything in, comes out into his diaper, just like the plug in his backside."

Maggie heard this and smiled, while patting my sealed diapered bottom.

To be continued...

[Sarah Penguin]

[Fulldiaper]

Chapter 6

Ellie handed Maggie a package, and Maggie opened it. It was a sleeping blindfold which Maggie put over my eyes and secured it behind my head. Next I was being guided by both women. I judged it was toward the storeroom in the back, but didn't really know. I heard doors open, and quiet hush, followed by a very LOUD SURPRISE from a dozen or more Female voices. I was so scared I peed my already soiled diaper on the spot. I don't know why I lost control, but I did. Maggie, or Ellie's hand found it's way to my crotch, and began to grope it arousing me in my diaper. Maggie removed the blindfold and there were this Women dressed to the nines, in tight A-frame dresses, heels, and smelled so, so good too.

Each one had a gift in their hands and began handing them to Maggie. Each explained in a whisper what it was, and how it was to be used for her new baby boy, ME. I couldn't make out the conversations being exchanged as Ellie slipped a pair of headphones over my ears and I heard sweet music. Ellie guided me over to an adult sized crib, and raised the rail, securing a top on over me, and locking it shut. She then gave me something in a baby bottle and signaled that I should drink it. So I began suckling on the bottle. I don't know how much I finished, or how long I was out, but when I woke up the women were all around the crib, and I was in a clean diaper, and thick rubber pants. These were different than the ones Maggie had put me in, and they weren't the ones with the massager built in either. I stared up and numerous large breasted women, and for some unknown reason I had an extreme desire to suckle at those massive titties, but I couldn't figure out why.

Each woman pulled her top up, and released a nursing bra flap and proceeded to breastfeed me, until I thought I would pop. Then a stranger thing happened as I was drinking, I felt my diaper getting wet, and also messy. I didn't even know I had to go, let alone any warning of the impending event that was currently taking place in my diaper. I spoke, but it wasn't my voice that I heard. It was of a much younger and higher pitch me. I tried again, and the same results. All the women smiled, and some giggled. When they spoke, I knew they were saying something, but it was like a foreign language that I had yet to learn. Maggie, and Ellie spoke the same language.

Ellie unlocked to the top of the crib and lowered the side. I attempted to climb out, and slipped right onto the backroom floor. My legs wouldn't support me. It was just then all the women gathered around me and lifted me to a crawling position. Each woman then positioned herself in front of my face. I don't know why, but I knew I had to get these women off orally with my mouth,and tounge at all costs. I started witht he first of the many women and one-by-one ate each one to a mind blowing, knee bending orgasm. Then it was Ellie's turn, and I positioned myself between her legs, and started licking. I noticed. I noticed that she was extremely wet from watching all the other women get off by my tongue so it took less time to get her to the point of no return, so I continued and gave her multiple orgasms to the point she collapsed in a heap on the floor beside me.

Then I saw Maggie right behind Ellie as she fell, and I knew it was time to please, and pleasure my new Mommy. Why did I think of her as Mommy I don't know, I just knew I had to pleasure and please my new Mommy. She positioned herself over my face which by now was soaking wet with all the female juices and I produced from all the other women, including Ellie. I started slower than the previous time, and I knew I would pace myself to make sure Mommy got more than she bargained for. I started licking her up and down, and then I took her clit in between my teeth and gently nibbled on it and heard Maggie moan and she arched her crotch into my face harder as I continued to pleasure her. I started tasting her juices as they flowed and I couldn't get enough. I kept lapping, and licking until I heard her scream loudly, "I'm cUMMING baby.", but I didn't slow down, no no one iota did I slow down. Within minutes Mommy was spraying her juices all over my face as well, orgasm, after orgasm she experienced. I also experienced something. I was filling my diapers with pee, and poopy helplessly as I brought Mommy off repeatedly.

I felt multiple butt pats from all of now Female admirers. I could feel the mess in my diaper shifting with each hand contact, and I didn't care that I was a poopy, wet baby boy in front of these women. All I wanted to do was please them, and Mommy. Since most of the women had now recovered all attention from them was now being directed toward me. I was woman handled, picked up and laid gently on a thick changing pad. Then multiple hands were removing my rubber pants, and then unfastening my diaper, to which I heard, My goodness you got a real pooper here, Maggie. Maggie smiled and said, "Yes, and he's all mine too, messy diaper and all."

All the women laughed, and didn't break stride changing my poopy, pissy diaper. Soon I was cleaned up and then I felt vibration, after vibration in my groin, on my rosebud, inside my inner leg, on my scrotum, and stomach too. So many sensations my mind went into overload, and the next thing I know I was passing out. When I woke up Mommy and I were pulling up at home. My diaper once again was soaking wet, but it was clean though I don't know for how long. I had no idea of time from the store to the house, and Mommy wasn't volunteering any information to me, as she ushered me into the house. We started down the hall, and instead of going to the bedroom for a change, Mommy opened up the room where all the supplies and equipment had been placed.

Inside was a full sized adult nursery, with a large adult crib, changing table, punishment table, enema table, playpen, and stacks of cloth and disposable diapers, rubber, vinyl and plastic pants. Enema bags of various shapes and sizes lined one wall, and restraints line another, and another paddles, and electronics of which I had no idea to what they were, but I could see power cords plugged into the wall and lights on them. Mommy led me over to the changing table and laid me down, then she secured my arms with straps, and one across my chest and stomach, then fastened my ankles into straps and pulled a remote off the wall and pressed a button, and my legs were being lifted up, and back towards my head. What I would learn is called the standard diaper changing mode.

Mommy pulled my rubber pants down to my ankles, and unfastened my diaper. She cleaned me up with wipe, lotioned and powdered me from and rear, then slipped another diaper under we, fastened it, and slipped the rubber pants back up, and sealed my diapers in. Then she went over to where the electronics were and opened up a fridge, and removed a huge baby bottle and pulled open a door, and set a timer. When the timer dinged she brought the bottle and stuck it in my mouth. When I resisted drinking because I was still quite full from all the breast milk she placed in my mouth and pressed the bottom and the contents started flowing into my mouth, and so not to drown, I swallowed. I noticed it was sweet with a slight bitter after taste. Mommy said, "It's time for all good baby boys to go night-night after their bottle."

As I consumed the contents of the bottle, I notice my eyelids were getting heavy, but also my bladder was filling rapidly, and a rumble in my tummy had also started, but I didn't have to worry about that, Mommy would take care of me. I drifted off to sleep. I woke up some time later, inside the crib with the top over me and locked with severe cramps, and a dire need to urinate. This lasted for a few minutes, but it seemed like hours, until my body surrendered, and soaked my diaper, and my bowels collapsed in them also. I knew I couldn't get out, so I drifted back off to sleep until the morning when I knew Mommy would be in to check on me.

To be continued...

[sissydreams]

Absolutely superb story, long may it continue ?

[kirababy]

yes, lots of great ideas here, looking forward to seeing how the rest of the items in the room come into play

 

 

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[Fulldiaper]

Thank you so much for my loyal fans. It is inspiring to know there are people who enjoy my writings. Please find another chapter, though short.

Chapter 7

Mommy came into the room, and said, "Pee U, someone has a poopy diaper."

I usually woke up slowly, but his morning it was almost impossible to open my eyes. I was slowly becoming aware of the status of my diaper though. I could feel the cold, and clammy from probably repeated wetting from the one I vaguely remembered in the early morning. What was more concerning for me was the load that had settled, and coold in the seat of my diaper that was sticking between my butt cheeks, and my buns. Mommy opened the top of the crib by removing all the locks, and flipping up the lid. Then she lowered the side, and took a seat beside me, and I felt her hand penetrate the top of my diaper, and commented, "Boy, not only poopy, but soaking wet baby boy. Good baby boy. That's Mommy's good boy. Mommy will reward you."

Mommy got up and returned shortly afterwards with her Hitachi which I heard her turn on, and then felt it on the top of my diaper which shocked me to total awareness, and awake. It was then I noticed the straps that were holding my my arms, and hands above my head that Mommy must have slipped in during the early morning after I had wet, and totally soaked my diaper, along with the huge dump also. Strangely, I didn't feel anything other than love for my Mommy, but I didn't know why, and I really didn't know, and frankly I didn't care. I just knew Mommy was here, and I was feeling a tingly feeling inside my diaper, and I liked it, a lot. Mommy started telling me, "Who is Mommy's baby boy? Who's Mommy's poopy, stinky baby boy? Who is Mommy's pee-pee machine?" 

I knew she was talking about me, and this brought me joy, and happiness because I didn't have to worry about anything. Mommy was here, and that's all that mattered. I could feel more tingly feelings, and thought I was going to pee. I told Mommy, "I'm going to pee." 

Mommy said, "Pee, you are wearing your diaper, baby."

I don't know why, but I knew she was right and so the tingling got more-and-more intense, and I felt my balls, and scrotum tightening, and my hips starting to buck up and down. Mommy kept her Hitachi on the front of my diaper. I( started moaning, and kept bucking for another few minutes until finally my diaper starting feeling up with my pee-pee juice. Mommy said, "Oh Mommy's baby is making another bodily fluid deposit in his diaper for Mommy. Keep on making a messy sticky mess for Mommy, baby."

Mommy pulled the Hitachi away, but didn't start to change me. She took her hand, and placed on the front of my diaper with pressure. I could feel my pee-pee hard, and so could Mommy. As she leaned over me I got a great look at her boobies, and I wanted to latch on and suckle them. I wanted it, No I needed it, I had to have them, and reached up, and touched her blouse. She responded by unbuttoning her blouse, and unfastening her feeding  bra. Then I saw her breast coming toward me. I felt the drool running down my face in anticipation of latching on to those nummy-nums. I started making sucking motions, to which Mommy said, "Is my baby boy hungry for Mommy's boobies?"

She stuffed her breast in my mouth, and I was almost in another place, but started suckling. Mommy's milk started filling my mouth, and flowing down my throat into my tummy, filling me up. I nursed for over a half-an-hour, then Mommy had me switch breasts and nipples to drain the other side. I could feel my tummy starting to rumble, but I was loving nursing on Mommy.

Then I felt Mommy's hand in between my legs, and the seat of my diaper. She started massaging the mess in my diaper. It felt so cold, and it was irritating. I started crying, but I didn't know why. Mommy noticed and stopped right away, and said, "Oh baby, Mommy is so sorry, and horny, but let's get you out of that overnight soaking wet, stinky diaper so you don't get a diaper rash."

Mommy got up and walked over to the changing table and retrieved a diaper change, with a new pair of rubber pants, wipes, and lotion. She sat on the edge of the crib where she started unlocking all the rubber pants on me, and proceeded to pull down the extra vinyl, and plastic pants till she got to my sodden diaper. That's when the stench, and smell hit our noses.

Mommy said, "Peeu baby boy, you really know how to really use a diaper, completely, and fully. This makes Mommy extremely happy."

I just giggled, and smiled. It was there that I tried to think why, but I just knew that I should be happy I was getting changed into a clean, and dry diaper by Mommy. Mommy unfastened the diaper, and used the front of the diaper to wipe the messy part back into the rear of the diaper. Then she started wiping me clean. Wipe, after wipe she kept wiping, and wiping until she determined that it was going to take a lot more than wipes and left me laying there, and went to the bathroom and filled up a basin with warm soapy water, and gave me a bed bath, before putting me into a new, fresh diaper, and rubber pants. Then she placed her hands under me, and lifted me out of the crib. 

To be continued...

[ABAlex]

I'm liking it so far  Keep it up!

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[kirababy]

Yeah, another good update.

[Fulldiaper]

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Chapter 8

Mommy and I went to the kitchen where she had setup a high chair for me and she pulled the top off, and lifted me into the seat. Then she secured my legs, arms and hands to the side, and then slide the tray back in place. Then she went over to the stove and turned a burner. She then went to the cupboard and removed three or four jars. I couldn't see what they were, but she opened them one at a time, and pulled a plate with dividers in then each jar went into it's own section. Then she went to the fridge, and removed some large bottles of juice. Mommy said, "One is apple, another prune, and the last orange juice."

I was just happy to see Mommy. She popped the plate into the microwave for forty-five seconds and when it dinged, she said, "Nummy-Nums baby boy. Let's eat."

I was already full from nursing, but some how I knew protesting wouldn't do me any good, and it might get me into trouble, so I smiled and nodded. Mommy placed the plate on the tray, then admonished me that it was hot. For some reason I knew not to touch, or even attempt to touch the plate or it's contents. Mommy then popped the apple and prune juice into the microwave and set the time for thirty-seconds, and Mommy said, "Just to take the chill off them for her baby boy." That's me. I'm Mommy's baby boy. About that time I could feel Mommy Nature making an urgent potty call to my bowels and bladder from all of Mommy's breast milk. Mommy noticed too as she removed the bottles from the microwave and walked toward me my tummy let out a big loud growl. 

Mommy said, "Somebody is going to make another poopy for Mommy, yes hims is, and Mommy's going to help." Then she showed the apple juice into my mouth. It tasted good, and it was slightly warmed, not like cold right out of the refrigerator since she microwaved it. I sucked the bottle and the contents filled my mouth, then flowed down my throat into my already full tummy. Now I have to tell you, "Apple juice, prune juice do exactly the same thing for me." They cause my bowels to move rather rapidly, and with sometimes violent force, and urgency, but since I was wearing my diaper for Mommy, I didn't have to worry about having an accident. This would be a planned accident by my Mommy. She was slowly, but surely reversing all my potty training into my diapers for her pleasure and enjoyment, and though I knew this, I really didn't care. When my diaper was wet and warm, it felt really good. When I made poopy and it was warm and squishy, it felt good, but when it was cold and clammy, or cold and sticky, and burning, it wasn't fun at all, and Mommy knew that, so I usually got my diaper changed right after Mommy helped me make a messy number three, which was usually after pee-pee, and poo-poo filled diaper.

She called it, "Pavlov conditioning." Named after some guy who got his dog to salivate when he rang a bell for food. Eventually thee dog salivated when the bell rang, and there was no food. Mommy says, "Eventually baby the only way you will ever orgasm again is when you are diapered, and a Dommy Mommy controls you after you poopy, and pee-pee your diaper. She will just be able to rub your diaper gently and nature will take over till you not longer need any stimulation, and every time you to a number one, and number two your body will naturally produce a deposit of your number three into your diaper each time. You will eventually  equate pleasure with pooping and peeing in your diaper. Each time it will become more-and-more intense. Eventually so powerful that you will probably fall into a slumber and sleep in your very stinky, and smelly diaper, and Mommy changes you. Then repeat, over, and over for the rest of your life with Mommy, and it won't matter who is around, or where you are.

When you pee, and poopy your diaper, YOU WILL experience a massive orgasm in your diapers also. Sometimes you will have an erection, and later on, you won't get hard, but you will climax in your diaper. Every time Mommy changes you in the future you will have made three messes in every diaper that you pee and poop in. Mommy is also going to train you to salivate when you see a woman's boobies. You will also form your mouth, with a sucking motion to inform said female that you desire to suckle helplessly. This will be automatic, and sub-conscience  on your part. Mommy is also slowly erasing any memory you have of ever being potty trained with subliminal messages in the nursery piped in over the crib speakers in your mattress, and sides. The volume is slow low you can't conscientiously hear it, but your inner mind does. It also is training your mind that when you feel the slightest pressure in your bowels, or bladder you relax to release it into your diaper. Mommy will keep you on a high fluid intake diet, also with plenty of high fiber to keep your diaper nice and full.

Mommy will also be using hollow butt plugs to speed up the detoilet training process of your years of training to hold your bowels and bladder till you get to a potty. Your mind will slowly undo all that training to where your mind will think you have ALWAYS worn diapers, and it is the natural thing to use it for peeing, and pooping, as well as climaxing. There will also key wors, and or phrases Mommy or any one she designates can reduce you mentally to the two year old mind set, where you can crawl, scoot, but not quite walk yet. You can also form words, but not complete sentences, or paragraphs for communication. You also will cry when your are wet for any length of time, but not poopy. You will feel joy, and excitement when you pee and poopy in your diaper to the point of bouncing up and down until Mommy, or some other Female in charge notices your infantile act in your diaper, and offers you a change into a clean diaper.

After the apple juice was finished Mommy started scooping the plated food into my mouth, washing it down with the prune juice. After about fifteen minutes, we were done and Mommy started wiping my face, and removed me from the chair. I wanted to go play, but Mommy said, "We have some training to do baby."

She escorted me back to the nursery and on the wall was a contraption of tubes, and wires with various attachments. Mommy led me other to another table, and strapped me down, pulling my diaper tapes off, and laying the diaper down she reached into a cabinet and removed a syringe, and needle, along with a vial of something. She filled the syringe, the tapped it to get the air  out. Then she lifted my legs, and found her mark. I yelped and Mommy said, "This will hurt, but not as much as the treatments, baby."

I could feel her initially pierce my buttock area, and slowly one right after the other injections I felt less and less, then no pain at all. Then Mommy grabbed a cylindrical tube with a rounded tip, and it too found it home mark, but all I felt was pressure, no pain at all. Then Mommy went and pulled out a keyboard, and monitor, and started typing information into a program, and I felt the intruder expanding. It would expand, and retract, each time it would open just a little bit more, but it didn't hurt me. Mommy was right. Mommy said, "This will make sure baby poo-poo's his diapers for Mommy."

Mommy set the time for two hours, then she gave me a kiss on the forehead, and said, "I'll be back when that's done baby, you be good."

Like I was going somewhere, or had some place else to be, or go. So, I just laid there feeling myself being stretched, and all of a sudden the intruder started vibrating, and penetrating me deeper. Almost impaling me, and stretching me now. I had been on the machine for nearly the two hours when Mommy walked back in and walked to the console and pressed some buttons. Then she with drew the intruder, but I noticed that the place where the intruder was, was still gaping and open. Mommy touched it and commented, "That should stay open for a day or two baby. Mommy will be giving your these treatments at least one, or more times a day, until your little poopy hole stays in a permanent state of open keeping you unable not to soil yourself helplessly.

Then she pulled what looked like a rod, with a cord back to the wall and inserted that into my pee-pee hole. Shortly thereafter I felt mild shocks and Mommy said, "This will open up your pee pee  just like poo-poo hole making holding your pee inside impossible for you. When Mommy is done, you will always have to wear diapers. Mommy is accelerating Ellie's program she has Eric on. Mommy spent over twenty-thousand dollars on you baby boy. You are going to be Mommy's little diapered dependent baby, just happily pooping and peeing, oh and let's not forget cumming in your diapers for the rest of our lives together.

To be continued...

[Sarah Penguin]

[dlgore]

Just love this story.    Please keep going.   

[Fulldiaper]

Thanks again to my loyal readers. I am really honored by your patronage.

Chapter 9

These treatments continued for days, weeks, into months. Then after a little over a year of the anal, and penis, I was 100% completely, totally diaper compliant dependent on Mommy for everything, all the time. I never knew when I was going to pee, or poop as it just happened normally, and naturally. I knew that I would always be wearing diapers, or risk soiling, and wetting myself. Mommy and I were baby, and Mommy for ever, and ever. Mommy changed me lovingly, and with such compassion, our passion for each other grew to the point that Mommy and I were nearly one. She could just know by familiarity with my bodily functions, time of day, and the diet I had in the past few days, prior to today, tomorrow, and each day. She had me on a diet of baby food, breast milk, and fruits and vegetables.

Mommy said, "We'll need to switch you to cloth diapers baby, with disposable stuffers for when I make stinkies to make Mommy's task of changing baby easier."

I had know idea what she was saying to me, but I really liked her talking, and smiling at me any time she did. I giggled, and felt all warm and fuzzy, or that might have been the urine, and feces in my diaper, I couldn't tell the difference. I also noticed that each time my diaper was soaking wet with pee-pee, and poo-poo, my pee-pee would get real sensitive and white juice would come out into my diaper also. Mommy was always proud of me, and she always said so at my diaper changing times. She would usually open my diaper for a change, and close it, and massage the front and back of my diaper until more sticky white mess emptied into my the front of my diaper. Many times after this I would drift off to sleep, and dream of Mommy, and being her perfect baby boy. I knew I had to be her perfect baby boy, but not any reason why. I had to obey Mommy, I had to please Mommy, I had to be Mommy's complete diaper dependent baby boy.

Mommy started taking me out where ever she was going with me thickly diapered. There was no doubt to anyone that looked at my mid-section that I was thickly diapered. Mommy took me to Ellie's home, and a special place where there were only women. Most of them, but not all were the women that were at the drug store for my coming out party last year. But there were also doctors, and specialist women. Some of the doctors were surgeons. Those women scared me, but I didn't know why. One of the women in a long white coat started talking Mommy, and me. Mommy was smiling, so I was happy, then the woman in the coat started touching me. She took instruments and poked my arm, stomach, legs, neck, and other parts of my body. Then she picked me up, and placed me on a cold stainless steel table, and went to a cabinet and opened it up, and retrieved a syringe, and vile. She sank the needle into the vile, and filled the syringe with some fluid. Then she sat it down, and returned to me. She flipped me over on my stomach. Then I felt straps being pulled over my back, waist, and legs. Finally one across my neck. She pulled snug. So snuck I couldn't wiggle or move an inch if my life depended on it. Then I felt my rubber pants and diaper being pulled down to where the strap was on my knees, and then I felt a really sharp pain in my right buttocks, and then one in my left buttocks.

When I came to I was in a bright white room with bandages all over my face that I could feel. I could also feel my body wrapped tightly also, along with the usual diaper, and rubber pants which were really soaking wet, and I could feel a bowel movement loading into the seat, and just like every other time, my body started shuttering, and my pee-pee started getting really sensitive, and my body started jerking, and tensing up. This was different this time. As I kept filling my diaper with feces, I was building to something I had never experienced before, but I was going to be experiencing now every time my diaper was wet, and stinky for Mommy. I kept jerking, and tensing up to the point that my back started arching until I was nearly doing a perfect inverted pushup. My head, and feet were all that were on the ground. I kept until I was pumping large volumes of semen into my diaper like I was urinating. I could feel the heat, and stickiness

I could feel every bit of energy being drained through my ejaculate into my diaper. When I finished climaxing I collapsed into a deep sleep. I don't know how long I slept, but this scene repeated over-and-over so many times I couldn't count. Each time, the climaxes got more and more intense, deep, and longer lasting with even more volume of semen. Many of the times Mommy was not there, but the lady in the long white coat was. She kept talking to me, but I didn't know what she was saying. Each time she touched me more-and-more, and also I could feel my body changing each time I woke up, but didn't know what was happening. Then one day Mommy was there, the woman in the white coat, and more women. Each one approached me, and started stuffing their breasts in my mouth forcing me to drain each side of each woman. I drank so much breast milk it started just flowing out of me in the form of pee-pee, and loose poopy stools into my diaper, and like the previous times I started bucking, arching, and climaxing over-and-over again. Each time it took more and more energy away from me till I was a helpless ball of goo on the table in front of these women. That didn't stop them though. They kept shoving their milk full breasts in my mouth, and I automatically suckled, and drained every last one of them.

Then the women slowly moved away front my view and a large full length mirror appeared in my vision, and what I saw surprised me, but I wasn't alarmed for some reason. What I saw before was an over grown, large adult sized baby. He had chubby cheeks, and all kinds of baby fat from his face to his toes. Hie buttocks were plump, and round, soft and supple looking. Then I felt the woman in the white coat she started diapering me. The person in the mirror... was ME. I had been completely transformed into an overgrown big baby, and I looked the part now. The lady in the white coat flipped over onto my stomach, and my buttocks were huge, round and full. With my diaper, and rubber pants on it looked like I had already peed, and pooped in my diaper when it was even clean. I attempted to stand up, and I slid off the table onto the floor. My legs didn't support my weight, and I landed on my thickly diapered ass. I knew some how I had to crawl. I tried to get up on all fours and just slid into the floor, so I scooted just like a newborn would. Each pull was like someone draining all my energy. It took everything I had to move even a short distance. Mommy was across the room with the other ladies coaxing me to move toward them. So, I kept scooting on my tummy, and diapered mid-section toward the women. Then I felt someone patting my thick diapered bottom urging me on forward to the women.

I could feel my diaper getting wet, and my bowels releasing into my diaper. As this started happening again. Now my body since I wasn't on my back started dry humping with my diaper getting wetter, and filling with effluence. I kept bucking feeling a powerful orgasm building into a crescendo of climax into my diaper. The woman behind me kept patting, pushing, and pressing into  the back of diaper shifting the mess that was being deposited. My diaper kept filling, with more-and-more poop until the back of my diaper was ballooning up to meet the woman's hand each time she pressed down more excrement kept filling my diaper until my mess was meeting her hand before she could pat my butt forcing her hand to constantly shift the mess toward the front of my diaper. Now my dry hump was humping the mess in my diaper. It kept getting thicker, and thicker, but my pants and diaper didn't leak a bit of the mess.

I was only feet away from the women when they all bared their breasts the climax started, kept building, rising, ebbing forward to my diaper. I started bucking up and down, and side to side. I started pumping so much semen into my diaper I blew it out all over the tile floor, myself and everyone in my proximity. I then slept deeply.

To be continued...

[Sarah Penguin]

[kirababy]

whoa.   just what did they do to him?

 

and like the old joke goes, I'll have what the guy on the floor is having.

[Fulldiaper]

Thank you again all my loyal readers....counts on one hand. I appreciate all your comments, and support.

 

Chapter 10

These treatments became a daily ritual, day-after-day, week-after-week, into months. By the time Mommies was finished wetting and pooping my diapers wasn't in my control any more. I didn't know when it was happening, until I felt the moisture or wetness, or a sticky, smelly mess in the seat of my diaper. Mommy got really good at doing spot diaper checks to make sure I didn't get a diaper rash. I was thankful for that. Ellie and Eric became good friends, and Eric and I played together while Ellie, and Mommy discussed adult things. Eric, and I would happily soak our diapers watching Barney, Sesame Street, and Mr. Rogers Neighborhood while the adults, as Mommy, and Ellie said, "Were talking."

Eric, and I knew when each other was doing a stinky, or wetting by the faces we made when we discovered that we had just voided our bowels, or bladder helplessly into our diapers. Mommy, and Ellie one day started touching each other, and it started getting seriously hot between the two women. Eric, and I knew they were getting intimate, but all we cared about was the television, our toys, and using our diapers for our Mommy's. Ellie, removed her blouse, and Mommy lip locked on her nipple. Eric looked on as his Mommy, was nursing my Mommy. Ellie started massaging Mommy's engorged breasts, and expressing milk from those magnificent boobies that I so loved suckling at for hours on end knowing that when I did I would be pooping in my diaper. Mommy's booby milk was a great laxative, and as I nursed, I would loose control of my bowels in my diaper as Mommy caressed, and patted my stinky bottom.

Also, while I would suckle Mommy, my pee-pee would soak my diaper, and Mommy would finish off my diaper with a manual hand release, but it usually wasn't necessary as when I pee-peed, and poop-pooed my diaper, I would feel a deep feeling building from my toes, and working its way up my calves, into my thigh, up into my groin, and spurting into my diaper with a force equal to a fire hose it felt like. This was due to all the conditioning Mommy, and her Dominant Women friends had been imprinting on my brain. I would be waddling with Mommy pee-pee, and poo-poo my diaper and have a knee bending, mind blowing orgasm without any control. Mommy would know that I fully used my diaper. Many times she would stop, hold me up, and massage the load in my diaper, before finding a family restroom to change me into a clean diaper lovingly.

People around might see me, but it just looked like a special needs baby was having a spasm orgasm. Some women that Mommy knew when we were around them knew exactly what had happened in my diaper, and many would offer to help, or give Mommy a break and change my diaper for her. At first I was blushing, and embarrassed by these Women showing me such intimate attention, wiping my pee-pee, scrotum, and poopy hole. Some of these women were impressed with how well training I was in using my diaper, and coo, and talk baby talk to me, when they changed my diaper. Some would also offer me their booby, which Mommy usually didn't allow, but there were a few occasions she did, and some of these Women's booby had so much milk that I thought I was going to drown, but I managed to drink it, but I did drool and dribble quit a bit on my lips, and cheek, which caused these Women to coo me even more saying," Such a hungry baby boy. Drink it all up so you can fill more diapers for us baby boy."

Amazingly, I didn't have a choice in that at all. I couldn't hold anything inside willingly anymore. When it wanted out, it just flowed, or squeezed into my diaper effortlessly on my part, but these Women loved to pat my diapered rear with it was loaded, or my diaper was soaked. On a few occasions while we were out shopping with Mommy a strange Woman came over to me and asked me if I was OK? I looked at Mommy, but this woman said, "Talk me baby."

I looked at her, and almost as if on cue, my bladder, and bowels emptied into my diaper, and of course my tremendous orgasm started building, until right in front of this woman I screamed as I loaded my diaper with a sticky number three deposit. Mommy said, "He so loves filling his diapers completely with his pee, and poop, but also his cum." The lady that asked me if I was OK, said, "Is he special needs?"

Mommy said, "No, he was a normal man, until my friends and I turned him into what you see before today." He has been conditioned to pee, and poop in his diapers, like a toddler, or new born, and when he has done both of those, he has been conditioned to climax as you just witnessed. He has absolutely no control of it, and I love him that way.

The woman said, "I'm a social worker for the State, and I think I will have to have him taken into custody, and you arrested for kidnapping, and torture." She then had Mommy arrested, and incarcerated. I went to live with this Woman and she was no different than Mommy, except she took great pleasure in treating me like baby all the time. She even introduced me to a doctor friend that helped me sleep every time I went to see her. She had a soothing voice, and when she talked to me I listened intently, and wanted to please any Woman orally, and suckle at their breast, but also on their clit, and lick their vagina, and finger their ass while eating them out. My new Mommy loved to nurse me on her clit, and make my face all sticky sweet with her juices. 

The doctor scheduled me for some more surgery, and the day came, and she said, "OK baby count backwards from 100 to 1." I think I got to 90 before everything went black.

To be continued...

[Sarah Penguin]