Cousin Emmy ( Commissioned story)

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Chapter One

“Daniel, what do you have planned for tonight?”

Daniel peered up from his computer to notice his co-worker, Michelle hovering above his desk. She was giving him a broad smile; her hair pulled up in a loose ponytail. He didn’t see her coming as he was blind in his right eye.

“I’m actually going to be visiting family this weekend.” He said as he held up a letter to her. “I received a letter from my cousin asking to visit. It’s been probably about fifteen years since I’ve last seen her.”

“Oh, wow.” Michelle said, crossing her arms now, “that’s a long time.”

“Yeah, I know.” He said with a shrug of his shoulders. He didn’t overthink about it. He peered up at Michelle once again, who was still standing there. Even though he was sitting down, her height caused him to feel a bit uneasy. Michelle stood about 6’5”, which was about a foot taller than he was. You would think he would be used to it by now, but seeing how it was mostly men who worked in the company sometimes caught him off guard.

“I hope you enjoy yourself,” she said, “perhaps we can make plans for a weekend?”

“Oh…yeah, sure,” Daniel said with a blush, turning his face away from her. He wasn’t expecting her to ask her out like that suddenly. What was he supposed to say? Daniel was an introvert; he spent most of his time at work – and when he wasn’t at work, he stayed by himself in his apartment. He had a few friends he would hang out with but besides that. He never had a serious girlfriend before – and he hated to admit he never even had sex.

“Great,” Michelle said with a giggle, “I’ll hold you to it.”

With that, she was gone.

He soon received an instant message from one of his co-workers.

Whoa, did I hear just right? Did Michelle just ask you out?

Maybe she just wants to hang? There is no way she likes me…

Dude, Come on! You are a catch, and she was totally flirting with you.

Daniel didn’t reply; he turned to worry about his work instead. There was no way that Michelle was interested in him. Perhaps she was planning a get together at her place for everyone? She was relatively new still, and maybe she just wanted to get to know everyone.

He sighed as he turned his attention to the letter that was sitting beside him. He picked it up, reading it once more.

 

Dear Daniel,

How have you been? I know it’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other, but I just moved back in town and would love to see you again! I remember we used to have so much fun as little kids, and I think we could have even more fun now. Please get back to me as soon as you can; I’m so excited!

Love,

Your cousin Emmy.

 

He closed his eyes, trying to picture her. All he could imagine was a small girl with golden blonde hair and a sly smile.

She also sent him her phone number, and he had texted her saying that he could take a few days off from work to see her. She replied she was looking forward to it.

He set his phone down and tried to concentrate on his work, he wasn’t sure how, but he managed to finish the day and head on home.

Once he got to his small apartment, he packed his bags as he left this coming Friday after work and returned on Tuesday. He wasn’t exactly sure what to bring but decided it was best to be safer than sorry and packed everything he thought he needed.

He wasn’t even sure where he was staying. He knew that Emmy had moved close to his family, so he just assumed he would be staying with his mother. His mother, a soft-spoken woman, but could be loud when she wanted to be. It had been a few years since he visited her as well.

He then thought about Michelle, what if she really did want to go on a date with him? It wasn’t as if he wasn’t interested in dating; it’s just not something he thought about a lot. He was shy and awkward around them, ever since he was little.

The thought alone caused his face to grow red.

 

 

That Friday after work, Daniel took the bus to travel to where his mother lived. He didn’t have a license (He didn’t need one since he lived in the city, saving him money). His family lived about two hours away. He spent most of the trip playing games on his phone or just relaxing on the window. The bus was mostly empty by the time he got to his last stop.

His mother offered to pick him up, but he decided against it. It was only about fifteen blocks away.

However, right as he got off the bus, he got a text message from his cousin to come to her house and sent him her address.

He thought it was a bit odd, but he shrugged his shoulders and started the journey towards her place, unsure what to expect.

He soon reached her house, and he was so occupied by the navigation he didn’t pay much attention to it as he walked the driveway to the front door.

When he got there, he noticed how large the door was when he was about to knock. It was almost as twice as tall as him. He gulped loudly, knocking on the door.

He heard rustling sounds coming from behind the door, but no answer. He sighed, knocking once again. How long were they going to keep him out there?

However, a moment later, the door opened.

His mouth opened wide as he stared at Emmy, looking down at him.

Emmy was at least 9 feet tall, perhaps even more. He wasn’t sure why this threw him off. Maybe two things, one the last time he saw her – he was taller than her – and two, he didn’t get out much. In this world, it was common for a woman to be much taller than males. They pretty much ruled over everything. Even so, Emmy was still perhaps taller than most females. She had short blonde hair that bounced whenever she walked. Her breast was almost hanging out of the short dress that she was wearing.

He gulped loudly as a large smile spread across her face.

“Danny!” She squealed, her arms raising as she wrapped around his body and squeezed him tight. He felt her body squish against him, and he could hardly breathe.

“E-Emmy,” He said, coughing when she let him go.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, “I didn’t mean to hurt you. It’s just been too long! Look at you! You’re all grown up!”

“You’re the one who grew up,” Daniel pointed out.

She laughed, which was smooth, like the sound of a bell of a church-going off before service, “Very true, once I hit fifteen, I shot up!”

Her voice had a southern accent to it, which made sense. They moved closer to the south when she was younger.

“Well, don’t just stand there,” Emmy said, opening up the door giving him room to walk past her, “come on in.”

He walked into her house, kicking off his shoes by the door and placing his bag down on the ground.

“Where is everyone?”

“It’s just me,” Emmy said with a shrug of her shoulders, “my parents are still down south, I moved up there with a job offer.”

“Oh,” Daniel said, suddenly feeling a bit awkward. So, it was just the two of them?

“So what have you been up to?” Emmy asked him. “Any girlfriend?”

“N-no,” he said with a shake of his head, “none here….what about you?”

“Boyfriend? Naw,” she said with a shake of her head, “I’m not interested in anyone else right now.”

Anyone else? What was that supposed to mean?

“It must have been a long way here,” she said with a stretch, “why did you take the train?”

“I don’t drive,” he said with a shift of his feet.

“Ah, I had almost forgotten about your eye,” she said, “sorry about that.”

“It’s okay.”

“You must be starving. I made some dinner.” Emmy said. “Here, you go wash up in the bathroom, it’s right over there, and I’ll put your bags away.”

“O-okay,” he said, handing her the bags as he headed to the bathroom. He closed the door behind him and took a deep breath. Why was he so nervous? He didn’t understand. Emmy was polite, but there was something in her voice…he couldn’t pinpoint. He shook his head, and he was just nervous; he wasn’t well around other people he didn’t know. Even though Emmy was family, It had been such a long time since he had seen her that it felt a bit awkward.

He washed his hands, drying them off on the towel before leaving the restroom and heading to the kitchen, where Emmy already was. She had an apron over her pink dress now and was serving up some pork chops.

“I hope you’re hungry.” She said with a grin.

“I’m starving; it smells delicious.”

“Aw, thank you! I pride myself in my cooking.” Emmy said as she sat down across from Daniel.

He began to dig into the meal. It was delicious! The pork was tender and moist, and the veggies were hot and steamy, the macaroni and cheese were super cheesy. Every single bite was excellent.

“Here, have some wine,” Emmy said, pouring him a glass, smiling at him as she did so. Daniel wasn’t a huge drinker, but he wanted to be kind to his host, so he held up the glass as a sort of toast and drank some of it. The wine was smooth, so it was easy to drink. But, he drank the first glass relatively fast because of his nerves, making her fill it up once more.

When he reached about the middle of the second glass, he was beginning to feel it, so he started to slow down, finishing up the food.

“T-thank you,” Daniel said, placing down his fork and picking up his napkin to wipe his face. He tried his best to make it known that he wasn’t feeling a bit tipsy, “that was really good.”

“I’m so happy that you enjoyed it,” Emmy said with a large grin, “I’ll admit, I was a bit worried.”

“No reason to be, here let me clear the table.”

“No, no. You are my quest. I’m sure you much be tired, finish your wine and you can head to bed. I’ll show you to your room real quick.”

He obeyed, downing the last few sips of his wine, before following her to a spare bedroom. There wasn’t much, a bare twin mattress and a dresser and a desk.

“Thank you,” he said.

“Make yourself at home,” Emmy said, “I think the two of us are going to have a lot of fun together.”

She gave him another hug before shutting the door behind her. Daniel went through his stuff, grabbing his pajamas and changing into them before getting comfy in bed.

It was pretty late; he played on his phone for a few hours before setting it aside to fall asleep – it was only then he realized he had to go to the bathroom.

He went up and walked down the hallway, but he realized he couldn’t open it when he reached the bathroom door.

It was locked.

He was a bit groggy as he tried to open the door once more, but it was locked. What was going on? Why was the bathroom door locked?

He knocked on it; perhaps Emmy was using it?

There was no response.

He began to press his thighs together; the wine had taken control of his bladder, and he was starting to panic a little bit.

He took a deep breath, looking around frantically. He then began to knock on random doors that he could see, figuring one of them to be Emmy’s. Perhaps she automatically locked the bathroom at night for some reason? Or, maybe the door was jammed.

But, there was no answer.

He bit his bottom lip.

He decided to go back to bed; after all, it was almost morning, he probably could hold it in.

It took him a long time to fall asleep, but eventually, he did.

He fell into a deep sleep where he was dreaming. It was when he was younger. He was in his old room with Emmy. Emmy was only six years old; he was nine years old. It was a few years before she moved away. They were playing, Emmy was talking about something, but he wasn’t paying attention.

“I have to go to the bathroom,” he said, trying to get up, but before he could stop himself – Emmy had him pinned to the ground.

“Just go,” she said with a shrug of her shoulders, “just go, and big sis Emmy will take care of you.”

“Big sis?” He said, “but I’m older than you.”

“Maybe physically,” Emmy said with a shrug of her shoulders, “but regarding everything else – I’m way older than you. Now just do as I say.”

“N-no! Why? I can make it to the bathroom.”

“No, you can’t,” Emmy said with a laugh, shaking her head. “You’re just a little kid; little kids can’t make it to the bathroom. I think I have one of my younger sister’s diapers around here…want me to put that on you?”

“A – A diaper!?” Daniel said a bit too loudly, causing Emmy to press her hand against his mouth.

“Yes! Now be quiet!” Emmy said, her voice was quiet but stern. He stared at her; he had never seen her act like this before. What was going on?

“I think you would look cute in a diaper.”

“Get off of me,” he said, managing to shove her away from him as he got up. “I’m not wearing…anything! I’m going to the bathroom.”

Before he walked off, she grabbed his hand and smiled at him.

“You’re too late.”

 

Daniel snapped his eyes open, sweat pouring down his face. He sat up, trying to gather his thoughts. Was that a dream? It felt so real…or was it a memory? He wasn’t sure. Most of the time, his dreams were vague or didn’t make much sense. This seemed so real. It was almost as if he was there.

 His face was red as he pulled the blanket off of him – but he felt the color drain from his face.

The bed was wet.

What?!

He couldn’t believe it. He pressed his fingers against the sheet, almost as if he didn’t think the dark spots – and sure enough, it was wet to the touch.

Why did he have to go and wet the bed?

What was Emmy going to say?

Is there a way he can wash the sheets without her finding out? He had to try, at least.

She stripped off his pajama pants and put on fresh clothes as he left the bedroom. Emmy was in the kitchen making breakfast – she was humming to herself. The aroma of pancakes filled up the room as he closed his eyes.

“Oh, good morning!” she said sweetly, turning her head to flash him a smile. She was wearing a dark blue dress with white frills.

“G-good morning,” he said, as he sat down in the chair as she put a plate of pancakes in front of him.

“Did you sleep well?” She asked him.

“Y-yeah, thank you.”

“That’s good,” she said, “now you enjoy your pancakes! I have some chores I need to do. I have a fun-filled day planned for us!”

“O-okay,” he said, still a bit nervous, as he cut into the pancake and took his first bite – it was just as delicious as the previous night’s dinner. He could get used to this sort of treatment.

He still had his guard up, wondering what exactly she was doing. Why would she go into his room? After a few minutes, and he didn’t hear anything, he shrugged his shoulders and began to focus on his breakfast and its deliciousness.

However, it was all short-lived.

When he was almost done with his pancakes, he heard a voice behind him.

“Daniel…did someone have an accident?”

He felt the blood drain from his face as he dropped the fork. He didn’t want to turn his head. But, he could sense Emmy standing right behind him. What was he supposed to do?

He gulped loudly as he turned around, seeing Emmy standing there, holding up the sheets.

“Did someone have an accident?” She repeated once again.

He wanted to crawl under the table and disappear. How embarrassing!

“Daniel, answer the question,” she said with a sigh.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, “the bathroom door was locked for some reason…and I went to sleep since it was almost morning…I had a weird dream, and I must of…”

He could tell that she wasn’t paying too much attention to what he was saying.

“Hmm, I suppose my older cousin isn’t so grown after all.”

“W-what?” He said, remembering the words she spoke in his dream last night. Was it not a dream? He wasn’t so sure anymore. His head was feeling fuzzy from everything that was happening at once.

“I’m not mad,” Emmy said, “you should have told me earlier. You’re lucky that I checked. But, I need to make sure it won’t happen again.”

Daniel tilted his head to the side, “It’s not going to happen again…it’s not like I usually wet the bed…I haven’t done that since…”

His words caught in his throat, and his eyes grew wide as he saw what Emmy was now holding up.

It was a very thick large diaper.

 

[parkintochter]

good start

[Bonsai]

Peeing your cousin’s bed ? and then trying to hide it ? is surely a good start. ?

 

From here, it’s going to roll downhill, Emmy will make sure to get Daniel “ready” for his date with Michelle.

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Chapter Two

Daniel closed his eyes, squeezing them as hard as he could, before reopening, but it didn’t work. Emmy was still standing there with the large diaper in her hand. She smiled at him and walked over to come.

“Come on,” she said, throwing it to him, he instinctively caught it, “let’s put you in one.”

He pressed his fingers against the thick diaper, and he had to admit it was soft.

“I’m not…” he started to speak. “I’m not wearing a diaper…”

“Why not?” She asked, her voice was quite soft, “you look so cute in diapers after all.”

“You wouldn’t know that…” he mumbled.

“I don’t want you missing the potty anymore.”

“I’m not going to.”

“So,” she said, crossing her arms, “if I give you one more chance, you won’t have another accident?”

He shook his head. “Of course not.”

“Okay,” she said, giving up easier than he thought. Was this a practical joke? “If you don’t have another accident, you don’t have to wear a diaper. BUT, if you do have an accident. You have to wear a diaper your entire stay here, got it?”

“Yeah, sure.” He said with a shrug of his shoulders, dropping the diaper onto the ground and turning back towards his food. He finished his pancakes without another word, washing them down with the juice.

“Good,” Emmy said, “well, I need to leave for a few hours.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Just a few things I need to do,” Emmy said with a shrug of her shoulders, “are you going to be alright?”

“Yeah, I should be fine.”

“Be a dear and wash the dishes for me?”

“Okay,” Daniel said, getting up and placing his dishes in the sink.

“I’ll be back soon!” She said as she walked away, and soon he heard the door open and closed.

“What was that all about?” He mumbled to himself as he looked at the diaper that was still sitting on the floor. Why did she have an adult diaper just lying around? This had to be some prank. He shook his head as he turned his attention to the sink and turned on the water.

Once he was finished washing the dishes, he grabbed a soda from the fridge and plopped on the couch, and turned on the TV – turning it on some random comedy show he had watched a million times beforehand, but one that could still make him laugh.

When he was finished with his soda, he felt his bladder began to press against him, so he got up to use the bathroom.

To his horror – the bathroom door was locked once again.

He even tried to go into Emmy’s bathroom, but her room was locked as well.

“Shit,” he cursed under his breath. So, this wasn’t a prank after all? What did she intentionally lock the door to cause him to have an accident? Then she left to go out for a few hours to make him wet again? Well, that wasn’t going to happen. He didn’t have to go that badly.

Once she got home, he would force her to open the bathroom, and then he would leave.

This was crazy.

He went back over to the couch and sat down, getting lost in the show.

An hour went by, and Emmy was not home. He still had reasonable control over his bladder, but he was starting to press his thighs together, focusing on the TV.

Another hour went by, and it was getting more difficult for him to sit still.

A third hour went by, and he felt like he was going to burst. Where was Emmy? Why was she not home yet? Was she going to be gone for most of the day? He cursed to himself as he paced back and forth, taking deep breaths.

He then thought about going outside; he would find a hidden spot where no one could see him and pee out there.

But, as he reached the front door – as one would have thought - it was locked. And to unlock it, was at the top of the door, somewhere he couldn’t reach, even if he was standing on a chair.

“What am I going to do?” He asked himself, wandering around the house, trying to figure it out.

But, it was too late.

Even though he tried to hold it in, he knew he was losing the battle as the minutes ticked by.

He turned to look ad the diaper, partly tempted to put it on and pee on it, rather than pee on her floor, but at the last second, he changed his mind; he was going to fight with everything he could.

But, as he was pacing around, he felt the warmth of the pee slide down his pants and onto the floor.

About ten minutes later, Emmy walked through the door.

“Oh my! Look, you did have another accident.” She said, crossing her arms as she towered over him.

“It’s not my fault!” He shouted. “You locked all the doors on me.”

She shrugged her shoulders as if it was just an excuse. “A deal is a deal.”

“No! I’m leaving now; you can’t make me…”

As he turned to leave, Emmy grabbed hold of his shoulder, stopping him.

“Don’t you dare talk to me like that again,” she said, her voice low and her eyes narrowed.

He gulped as he stared at her. What was she going to do to him?

“You’re coming with me,” she dragged him to another bedroom, unlocking it with her key and pushing him inside.

Inside was a nursery – but it wasn’t a nursery for a little infant baby – it was all adult-sized. The crib, the changing table, a high chair, everything!

His face turned red as he turned to look at his cousin, wondering what she was going to do.

“Come,” she demanded, dragging him onto the changing table and throwing him on there. He tried to get off, but she held her hand against his stomach, using all her strength to keep him still.

She unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off along with his underwear, then taking off his shirt as well. His whole body was a bright red, laying on the changing table completely naked in front of her. It was too embarrassing.

Once he was naked, she made sure his hands were securely tied to the changing table so he couldn’t escape. She then left the room and returned with the diaper she had before.

She slid the diaper beneath him, grabbing some baby powder shook it on the diaper and his crotch.

She taped up the diaper, making sure it was snug against his waste.

He looked down at the diaper, and it was super thick! He had a tough time closing his legs. It was plain white, but even without the cutest design, he was humiliated.

“Please,” he said, “if the bathroom weren’t locked, I wouldn’t have had an accident.”

“Nonsense,” Emmy said, “now you stop it, or I’ll spank you.”

“Spank me?” Daniel whispered, wondering if she was serious, but he didn’t want to risk it, so he shut his mouth.

“Now, we don’t want you to get cold, so let me put something comfortable on over your diaper.” She walked over to a dresser and began to rummage through it, soon returning with a baby blue onesie. She put it on him, snapping the bottoms on the diaper crotch.

“There we go!” She said, clapping her hands together. “You look so adorable!”

He turned to look away from her, too embarrassed to say anything.

Emmy looked down at her watch. “Oh my! It’s lunchtime! I’m sure you are getting hungry.”

She giggled as she left the room, leaving him tied to the changing table.

He twisted and turned, trying to escape, but it was no use. He was stuck there. He felt tears begin to sting his eyes. What was going to happen? What was she going to do with him?

She returned a little bit later with a large jar, a spoon, and a bib. She placed them down on the dresser before uniting his hands, picking him up, and placing him in the highchair. The fact that she picked him up so quickly was embarrassing. He wasn’t a little kid; after all, he was an adult. He was older than her!

Once he was sitting in the high chair, she buckled him down so he couldn’t escape, snapping the table back into place. She grabbed the bib and wrapped it around his neck before opening the jar of food.

“Here we go,” she said, dipping the spoon in and lifting it before placing it near his mouth, but he turned his head away, refusing it.

“Eat,” she said.

But, he still refused.

“If you don’t eat,” she said, “I will spank you.”

He turned to look at her, wondering how serious she was, but her voice was unwavering. He reluctantly opened his mouth and let her slide the baby food in his mouth. It was sweet, the mixture of kiwi and strawberry. He hated to admit, even to himself, that it tasted pretty good.

Daniel let Emmy continue to feed him until the baby jar was empty.

“Good job!” Emmy said with a smile, using the bib’s bottom part to wipe away the mess on his face. “You made me so proud.”

He didn’t say anything, though, turning to look away as she undid the table and unfastened him from the highchair, letting him jump down himself. It was a bit difficult to walk with how thick the diaper was.

“Does the baby want a baba?”

“N-no! I’m not a baby!” He said, “I don’t need to wear a diaper!” He reached down to rip the diaper off, but she stopped him.

“That’s it, mister,” she said, “it seems like someone needs a lesson.”

She grabbed hold of him, picking him up with ease as she walked over to a chair and sat down, throwing him across her lap. She raised her hand and slammed it against his bottom, just hard enough for him to feel it, but not hard enough to fully hurt him – she just wanted to teach him a lesson.

And she did.

He was thoroughly humiliated. He wasn’t sure his body could take any more.

He received three spankings.

“I hope that teaches you a lesson,” she said, standing him back up, “now I’m going to feed you a bottle, and I better not hear any sass about it.”

“Y-yes,” he said, hanging his head low.

“Good,” Emmy said, patting him on the head, “now follow me.” She held out her hand for him, and he grabbed it, still hanging his head low as he followed her out of the nursery and into the living room. He climbed on top of the couch as Emmy walked into the kitchen, returning a moment later with a large bottle.

Emmy sat on the couch and patted her legs. Daniel didn’t want to disobey her again, so he crawled onto her lap and let her plop the bottle in his mouth as he drank the apple juice that it contained. He thought he tasted a hint of something else, but he wasn’t sure.

As he laid there in her lap, she took her free hand and began to pat his diapered bottom.

“There we go, sweetie.” She said in a smoothing voice, almost like it could put him in a trance.

He closed his eyes, wanting to run away from his situation.

But was horrified to feel his bladder began to fill once again, knowing it wouldn’t be too long before he had to wet again. His cheeks burned as he finished his bottle, feeling a bit dizzy, suddenly concluding she must have put some sort of alcohol in the bottle.

He bit his lip, wondering what was going to happen to him, mostly when he unavoidably filled up his diaper?

 

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Chapter Three

“Why are you doing this?” Daniel finally found the courage to say as he pushed himself up from her lap and stared at her right in the eyes.

She shrugged her shoulders, taking her hand and sweeping her hair behind her ear. “Because I want to. I always thought you would make a cute baby – and I was right.”

“B-but, I’m not!”

She laughed and jammed a finger onto his bottom, “your diaper says differently. Look how tiny you are.”

“I’m not tiny,” he whimpered, his cheeks a fiery red, “you’re just huge!”

“I don’t think like that,” Emmy said, “I went to an all-girls school, so for me, you’re just tiny.”

He opened his mouth to say something but closed it right up.

“I was so excited to meet you again after all these years,” Emmy continued, “I remember when we used to play as kids.”

Daniel wasn’t sure what to say at this point; he twisted his body as he looked away from her. Honestly, he was trying his best to keep his bladder under control, but it was difficult. His mind was still fuzzy from the alcohol.

“Stop fighting,” Emmy said with a sigh as if she was starting to get annoyed, “use the diaper. That is what it’s for.”

“I’m not a baby,” he repeated.

Emmy laughed, “you can try to hold it – but eventually, you’re going to fail.”

She stood up from the couch, “I’m going to clean the kitchen; you may watch some TV if you like. When I get back, I suspect that diaper will be full.”

She left him there, and he sunk his head into the large couch, wanting to scream or cry.

Why was this happening?

What did she plan to do with him?

He was almost afraid to find out when she was next to him, her voice was soft and caring, but just beneath the surface, he could feel her raw powder if he dares disobey her.

As soon as she got off the couch, he had begun to lose the battle, and it wasn’t long before he felt the rush of the warm pee fill up the diaper, swelling up all around him. He whimpered as he tried to stop the flow, but he knew it was helpless.

Daniel didn’t put the TV on; he was too embarrassed; he just sat there with his face on the couch, not moving. Even though he was lying still, the feeling of the wet diaper was too much to avoid. He wanted to rip it off of him, but Emmy stopped him from doing so – what kind of punishment would he receive if he did such a thing?

He was an adult; in fact, he was older than her! He should be able to leave whenever he wanted. She couldn’t keep him like this.

With the newfound courage, he ripped the diaper off of him, dropping it to the floor before darting to his room.

The door was locked.

He wanted to cry out. Why wouldn’t he be surprised that she would lock him out of his room? Not only is that where all his clothes were, but it’s also where his laptop and phone too.

“Is everything okay?” He heard Emmy calling from the kitchen, but he didn’t answer.

How could he answer? He wasn’t really in the right state to say anything. He knew if she caught him, he would be in trouble. He made his way back into the living room, being as quiet as he could, but it was too late.

“What is going on?”

Daniel froze as he looked up to see Emmy standing there, her arms crossed.

“What is going on?” She repeated herself, but it was a rhetorical question as Daniel was currently standing there next to the very wet diaper that he had pulled off him.

Any confidence he had just a moment ago was shed away, and he was standing there as white as a ghost, petrified of what was going to happen.

“You were trying to escape,” Emmy said, pointing out the obvious, “you’re in big trouble now.”

“I’m sorry,” Daniel said, almost feeling as if he was going to cry, “please don’t punish me.”

“It’s too late,” Emmy said, “you give me no choice. You disobeyed me.”

“But, I’ll do anything,” Daniel said. He could see her eye twitch as she stared at him, her foot tapping against the ground. Her voice was calm and collected, but he could sense the rage inside of her. She was furious, and he was about to feel the full wrath of it.

“Lay down,” she commanded of him, and he was laying down on the couch in an instant.

“I’ll be right back,” she replied, “do not go anywhere – or this will be worst for you.”

He stayed like that for what seemed like forever before she soon returned with a roll of tape. What was she going to do?

She then grabbed the diaper that he ripped off and put it back on him, taping it back up! The diaper was now cool, and it wasn’t comfortable to wear.

“You’re not done yet,” she said, picking him up; he wasn’t sure what she was going to do to him. He felt his face turn white, being thrown around like a little boy when he was a grown man.

She placed him down in a corner, pressing his face against it.

How humiliating!

“You are going to stand here for as long as I say,” she repeated, “when I feel like you learned your lesson, I will let you leave….but that is not all.”

Of course, it wouldn’t; the first time she spanked him, did he really think he would have to sit in the corner for a bit, and that was all?

He couldn’t see what she was doing, but he heard something as she pulled the back of his diaper out and dropped something inside.

Instantly something was buzzing against his dick and balls, and he wiggled around – it was a vibrator.

He bit his lip; what was she doing?

“I want to collect you,” she said with a laugh, “have fun.”

Her words were filled with joy, for she knew the torture he was in, but did she realize how much torture? He was a virgin, after all!

He twisted and turned, pressing his legs together. He had never felt anything as intense as this before.

He wanted to cry out, but he bit his tongue, not wanting to seem weak in front of her.

He soon felt her presence disappear as he was forced to stay there for who knows how long.

His dick was pressed up against the wet diaper, and he hated to admit to himself that he enjoyed the feeling of it, including the vibrator.

This was the most intense feeling he had ever felt before.

It wasn’t long before his knees were weak. He pressed his hand and head against the wall to give him support, so he didn’t fall over.

He grunted and moaned as he felt like he couldn’t contain himself anymore.

He let out a small cry, crumbling to the ground, as he came into the diaper.

A few minutes later, he felt a hand wrap around his shoulder and lift him.

“I didn’t tell you to sit down.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, breathing heavily, “I couldn’t hold it any longer…”

“You’re pathetic,” she said, “what are you, some virgin? You didn’t even last…” she stopped, and then she started to laugh. He wanted to hide away from her.

“You are a virgin!” She shouted out, “Oh, you poor thing.”

“Stop it,” he mumbled under his breath, “It’s by choice…”

“Sure it is,” she said as she crossed her arms, “no wonder you are so easy to please…you’ve never been touched before.”

He opened his mouth to speak, but he shut it again. He couldn’t argue with her; it was true. He had never had sex before. There was one time he got somewhat close, but it didn’t work out; he got too scared. He was ashamed of himself.

“Don’t worry,” Emmy said with a giggle as she reached down and patted his diapered bottom, which was beginning to droop, “I’ll take good care of you.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Who knows,” she said with a shrug of her shoulders, “you’ll have to wait and see, but for now…I think you were punished enough. Let me get you changed out of this diaper.”

She picked him up, wrapping his legs around her waist as if he was a little kid. His whole body was burning as she carried him into the nursery. She must have been pretty strong to hold him up like that, and he felt like a child. He buried his head into her shoulder, hiding his redden face until she laid him down on the nursery to change him.

She pulled off the wet diaper, looking inside to see the mess he created.

“You came a lot,” she said with a laugh, “but I suppose that isn’t too surprising anymore.”

He didn’t say a word as she grabbed some wipes and began to clean him up, holding his legs high in the sky. This was more embarrassing than the time he was first put into the diaper.

“Almost done,” Emmy said, grabbing one last wipe making sure he was clean before grabbing another huge and fluffy diaper and placing it beneath Daniel.

Daniel wiggled about as she poured the powder onto his bottom before taping him up.

“All nice and clean,” she said with a giggle, and then she asked, “have you ever even touched a woman before?”

“A little,” he said, not wanting to answer such private conversations.

“Have you seen a woman naked before?”

“Y-yes!” He said, although it was such a long time ago, and briefly, he wondered if it even counted.

“Good boy,” she said with a smile, “I have a special treat for you then.”

He gave her an odd look, and suddenly she was pulling her dress straps down, revealing her pink bra; he quickly looked away.

“It’s okay,” she told him as she reached behind her back and unclipped her bra, letting her large breast break free from their hold.

Since they were so large, they weren’t that perky, they hung a bit low, but they are massive, probably the biggest pair of breasts he saw on a woman. His eyes weren’t able to look away from the glorious sight, and he felt his tongue wet his dry lips as he stared at him.

“Do you like it?” She asked, giving a slight pose.

“Y-yes…” he said.

“I’ll tell you what, I actually can lactate,” she said with a smile, “so my sweet little cousin is going to be able to nurse off of me and fill up that tummy.”

“W-what?” He said, feeling his face grow warm.

“I’m going to feed you,” Emmy said a bit more bluntly now as she picked him back up, he felt his body against her breast, and he felt like he was going to faint. There was no way he was going to breastfeed!

But, he didn’t have much choice; she had so much power over him, he was helpless. She brought him back into the living room and sat on the couch, letting him lay across her lap as she forced a nipple into his mouth.

It took a second, but he was afraid of the punishment that he started to suckle; it wasn’t long before he felt the milk fill his mouth as he swallowed.

As he was cradled in his arms, she began to pat his diapered bottom, which was somewhat comforting as he suckled on her. He closed his eyes, feeling a sense of euphoria filling up his body, letting go of everything, including his bladder…

[D503]

Very nice 

[mamabug]

Chapter Four

Emmy patted his diaper bottom, obviously knowing that he had wet it, but choose to ignore it. Once he was finished suckling on her breast, she pulled him away, picking him up and setting him on the couch. The rest of the evening was relatively quiet; they watched tv together; she occasionally bending over to pat his diaper or take a whiff of it but always said it wasn’t wet enough for her liking.

Instead of letting him go lay down in his room, she plopped him in the crib when it was bedtime. To make sure he couldn’t escape, she bound his legs together tightly.

“Goodnight,” she said in a smooth tone as she kissed him gently on the cheek before leaving.

For a long time, Daniel laid there trying to put the pieces of what was going on together, but it was difficult for him to do.

What was he going to do?

Why was she doing this?

What was she trying to gain from it?

He wasn’t sure, but it made him feel uneasy. He shifted his weight, trying to pull the tape that was wrapped around his legs, but it was useless. He laid back down in the crib, frustrated.

However, his eyes were heavy, and it wasn’t long before he drifted off to sleep, where he had another dream.

 

“Daniel, you had an accident!” A younger Emmy said with a giggle as she pressed her fingers against his bed.

“No, my water spilled…” Daniel whined, trying to make up any excuse other than to admit he did wet the bed.

“It’s soaked!” She laughed, “you belong in diapers!”

“No, I don’t!” He replied with his arms crossed. “I’m a big boy!”

“Not with wet pants, you’re not,” Emmy said, “should I grab some spare diapers and diaper you up?”

“No way! I’m not a baby! It’s water!” Daniel continued to spread his lie, but it was no use. Emmy bent down and smelled his bed and wrinkled her nose.

“Nope, you did pee the bed. I’ll get a diaper! Don’t worry; your big sis will help you out.”

Before he could say anything, she was running away, he held up his hand, but he was frozen, unable to stop her.

 

Daniel woke up with fright as something was pushed against his lips and slid into his mouth. The feeling of the pacifier in his mouth caused him to blush as he snapped open his eyes to Emmy leaning against the bars, a wicked smile across her face.

“Good morning, little boy,” she said in a smooth voice, “you looked so peaceful while sleeping.

He spat the pacifier out of his mouth. He watched as her expression changed but chose to ignore it, “What are you doing?”

She didn’t say anything to him. Instead, she picked up the pacifier and shoved it back in his mouth, “you better not spit that out again, mister.”

But, he did again, “but I’m trying to talk here. I’ve been having…”

This time he could tell by the look in her eyes, she was furious.

“You’re in big trouble now,” she said as “I’ll be right back.”

She left him there, and he felt his heart sank. What was going to happen? He wiggled, feeling his bladder filling up, but he tried to ignore it, too focused on what his punishment might be.

She returned a few moments later and stuffed another paci in his mouth before he could protest; however, this time, she was able to wrap it around his head and snap it into place. It was a paci gag – he was helpless.

“Much better,” she said as she crossed her arms triumphantly, “Now you’re going to stay like that until I say, now let’s get you up for breakfast.”

She bent down and picked him up, pulling him over the crib railings and placing him gently against her hip before carrying him into the kitchen and putting him in the high chair.

“I made eggs,” Emmy said proudly as she grabbed the child-like blue plate and placed it in front of him; she undid the pacifier gag, setting it beside him, but gave him a look that he would have to put it back on after he was finished with his meal. She then grabbed a fork and stabbed it in the eggs, and lifted it to his mouth.

“I can feed myself!” He said, his cheeks turning red.

“No, you’re too little,” she replied, “yesterday you proved to me that, now you must let big sis Emmy help you out.”

Those words struck him as he remembered his dream.

“No, I’m positive; I can feed myself.” He said, shaking his head, pressing his lips together so she couldn’t get the eggs into his mouth.

She frowned. “You are going to make this difficult, aren’t you? One way or another, I’m going to feed you. Do you wish for me to give you a spanking beforehand?”

The thought of a spanking caused him to shake his head before slowly opening his mouth and allowing her to feed him the eggs.

“There we go,” she said with a large grin, “such a good boy!”

After he was done with his eggs, she picked him up and set him on the couch, grabbing a huge bottle filled with milk and bringing him on her lap.

He had no say or not if he was hungry, she pulled him on her lap and forced the nipple into his mouth, and it stayed there until he drank every lasts drop.

By the end of it, he felt sick to his stomach from drinking so much.

She placed the pacifier gag back on him, turning on some cartoons as “other tv shows were too scary for him.” Before leaving him alone for a bit to clean up the kitchen.

It didn’t take long before his bladder began to bother him. His diaper was slightly damp from the night before, but he knew the next time he went, it was going to be a flood – perhaps he would even leak! The thought alone caused him to press his thighs together and squeeze his eyes.

He wanted to fight it as long as he could, not wanting to give Emmy the satisfaction of wetting his diaper, even though deep down inside, he knew it was a losing battle in the long run.

It wasn’t long before his cheeks turned a deep pink as the rush of warmth left his body and swelled up his diaper. He watched as it puffed up; he wiggled around, suckling on the pacifier even harder, as he was utterly helpless to what was happening to him.

He almost wanted to cry out.

All of a sudden, he felt a hand pressed up against his diaper, and she jerked when he saw Emmy standing over him, she had come up beside him, and he didn’t see her because of his blind eye. He wanted to curse out loud, but with the pacifier in his mouth, anything he spoke was muffled.

“Oh no,” she said with a sad look in her eyes, “it looks like the little boy had a bit of an accident, huh? I knew it was best to keep you in diapers.”

He wanted to scream out, but he was unable to. He only looked down, ashamed of what he had done.

“it’s okay,” she said in a sweet tone, running her fingers through his hair as she gave him a soft smile, “I’ll take good care of you.”

She reached down and picked him up, throwing him across her shoulder as she held him up by his soaking wet bottom. This was perhaps even more humiliating than when she carried him on her hip. He wanted to run away, but he was powerless.

She laid him down on the changing table, pulling down the tabs to reveal the wet diaper – but that wasn’t all – it also showed his hard dick.

“Oh, looks like someone needs some attention,” she said with a giggle, holding up his legs as she grabbed some wipes to clean him up.

Once he was all cleaned up, Emmy didn’t put a new diaper on him; instead, she pulled the wet diaper side, grabbed hold of his penis, and began to jerk him off. He was surprised by her sudden action that he let out a loud yell, but it was reduced because of the pacifier.

“Let’s get rid of this little problem for you,” she said with a giggle as she continued to go up and down with one hand; with the other hand, she massaged his balls, which was almost enough to send him over the edge. What was she doing? Why was she giving him pleasure? Was she enjoying seeing him wiggle around in agony like this?

She didn’t stop though, she changed up her speeds, but she remained relatively consistent. At one point, she leaned over him and spat on his crotch to give moisture, making her hands easily slide up and down, up and down; her other hand never stopped touching either his balls or the inside of his thighs.

“You got this baby,” she said, her voice still as silky smooth as ever, “just let go, and I’ll take good care of you.”

He wasn’t able to talk still, but even if he didn’t have the pacifier in his mouth, he would always be speechless.

“I know you never had a woman touch you before,” she said, “well, it makes sense since you’re just a little tiny boy, but I’m sure it feels good, go ahead and release away; the faster, the better for you.”

Her words were intoxicating, and before he knew it, he let out a long groan and began to pant, feeling him cum.

He looked up to notice her doing something, holding something in her hand, but she pulled it away before he could analyze what she was doing.

“Good job,” she said, “that must feel so much better! Now let’s get you in a clean diaper. We have a long day ahead of us; I have some friends coming over later on.”

Friends?

His cheeks burned at the thought of being around other people. Would he have to be dressed like this?

“Before I put you in another diaper, let me give you a nice long bath.”

Emmy brought him into the bathroom, setting him down on the toilet (after teasing him about this was the only way he would sit in the bathroom while she was around), before starting the water, letting it run across her fingers until it was the right temperature. Once she was satisfied with it, she picked him up and placed him in the water.

“Doesn’t that feel nice?” she said as she grabbed a cup and began to wet his hair and his body.

Even in the bath, he wasn’t allowed to take the pacifier off, and he wondered how long this punishment would go on.

She washed his hair and his body before bringing him back into the nursery to get dressed. She put on a large white diaper with prints of little brown bears over it. She put him in a brown shirt and blue shorts where his diaper was easily noticeable to match it.

“There we go! You’re all ready for the day,” she said with a giggle, “It’s such a nice day outside; why don’t we go for a walk?”

A walk?

His cheeks burned; what did she mean by that? He didn’t have to wonder for long, though, because she soon revealed the large adult-like stroller he was to sit in. He wasn’t able to protest or try to escape as she picked him up and locked him into the stroller so that he couldn’t move.

She did, however, relieve him of the pacifier gaga as she set a sippy cup down in a cup holder.

Even though he was free to speak now, he was afraid too, what other punishments or what else she could have him do – especially if she did have friends coming over.

He wanted to hide away as he tried to sink as far back into the seat as he could.

“Okay, little one, let’s go.”

[D503]

Nice chapter. And oh oh, a walk (!) is she collecting his cum for some yummies later?

[Pierry Louys]

Love this story 

[Sarah Penguin]

[Pierry Louys]

This story is great !! 

[Babytom948]

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