The Milking Shed

[baka]

I'm writing this for the 3rd kasarberang non-contest.

 

Chapter 1

I finished the block of code I was working on and started the unit tests. As the project built, I turned to the Web browser on my second monitor and started scrolling through the videos, trying to find one I hadn't already watched. 

I finally found one. The title was promising.  "Slut takes 3 dicks." The thumbnail showed a wide-eyed woman with her lips wrapped around the shaft of an impressively thick cock. The balls resting on her chin.

I glanced back at my work. There were a few green ticks indicating that the first tests had completed successfully but there were many more remaining. I had plenty of time so I started the video so I unzipped my pants. Enjoying porn on company time was just one of the many benefits of working from home.

I was just getting into a rhythm when my phone began ringing. Without pausing, I looked down at it on the desk. The caller was identified as Melanie Baker. She was the wife of Brad, a friend of mine. I was actually rather envious of Brad, Melanie was hot.

I ignored the ringing and kept going. I was already imagining Melanie in place of the star of the video and myself in the place of each of the men penetrating her. My climax came long before that of the video and I fell back into my chair panting, my cock still hanging out.

My phone started ringing once more. It was Melanie again. This time I answered it. “Hi Melanie.”

“Robert.” She said urgently. “I need your help.”

“Huh?” I couldn’t imagine what problem she could have that would need my help specifically. Surely she had her own friends to call.

“Brad was working on a story. He was obsessed with it. Something about a bunch of disappearances being connected.” Brad was a freelance journalist. “He told me he was getting close but then he didn’t come home. I’m really worried.”

“So what can I do?” I asked.

“All of Brad’s research is in his computer. There must be some clue where he was going there.” She explained. “But I don’t know his password. You know about computers. I thought maybe you could figure out how to get in.”

“Yeah probably.” I agreed, seeing the potential to spend time alone with Melanie and with her in such an emotionally vulnerable state. “I’ll be right over.”

When I arrived at Brad and Melanie’s apartment, Melanie answered the door with tears in her eyes and greeted me with a tight hug. “Oh Robert. Thankyou for coming.”

“It’s no problem, really.” I hoped she wouldn’t notice my growing arousal. “Where’s Brad’s computer?”

“In his office.” She released me and led me to a small room with a laptop sitting on a desk, surrounded by piles of paper. I moved the mouse and the black monitor came to life, showing the login screen. After clicking around a bit and finding no obvious way around it, I pulled out a USB stick from my pocket and plugged it in before restarting the machine.

The computer booted into my pre-prepared Linux environment. This gave me access to the laptop’s harddrive. “Okay.” I declared. “Here’s his documents folder. And luckily he hasn’t encrypted anything.”

“Can you find the research he was working on?” Melanie moved closer, placing a hand on my back.

“Yeah. I think so.” I found and opened the most likely file. “I think this is it.” It contained chunks of an unfinished article interspersed with notes, documenting interviews and contact details. 

Brad had apparently found connections and patterns in the disappearances of a number of people, all but twol were women. Tthe men were each married to one of the women and disappeared at the same time as her. Most of the women were scientists, engineers and doctors, many with impressive achievements in their fields. He had concluded that they had not been murdered or abducted. They had chosen to leave.

Brad had been particularly interested in Rachel Harbourne, one of the women who had disappeared. She wasn’t an engineer or a scientist. She was the ex-wife of the founder of some tech company and had left the marriage with over a billion dollars of his money. Brad had dug into her investments and had found a remote property that she owned indirectly through a convoluted network of shell companies. He was convinced that he would find the missing women there.

“That has to be where he was going.” Melanie exclaimed. “It’s only about an hour away from here too. You’re my hero Robert.” She kissed me on the cheek.

“What do we do now?” I wondered.

“We go there.” She seemed uncertain. "Right now."

“It would be too dark when we got there. We'll go first thing tomorrow." I said then saw an opportunity and added “I’ll stay here tonight so you don’t have to be alone.”

"No.” She must have heard the enthusiasm in my voice because all doubt was gone. “We need to go tonight. Brad might be in trouble.”

So I soon found myself driving down a deserted, unlit road with Melanie in the passenger seat. There was no address, only coordinates to put into the GPS, that gave us a marker which was at least a kilometre from any road on the map. As we got closer it wasn’t clear how we could actually get to the property.

“Was that a road?”  Melanie suddenly asked. “Back there on the left.”

 I checked the screen in the dashboard. “There’s nothing on the map.”

“We have to go back and check.” She insisted. “That might be it.”

I slowed down and did a U-turn. She was right, it was a road, well more a dirt track. We followed it and soon had confirmation that we were in the right place.

“That’s Brad’s car.” Melanie pointed excitedly. 

I pulled up behind it and Melanie was out before I’d even come to a complete stop.

“It’s locked.” She informed me when I joined her.

“He must have decided it was better to go on foot from here.” I suggested, then noticed something through the trees. “Look. There’s some lights over there.”

“Let’s go.” She took off in that direction.

I chased her and saw that the light was coming from the window of a large building. As we got closer, I could see it was just one of many buildings but the only one with light in the windows.

“What the fuck?” Melanie said as she reached the window.

I joined her looking into the building. There was Brad, totally naked, on all fours on a table. A blonde woman was standing, fully clothed, beside him with a hand around his cock. There were two other naked men, in similar positions. Women stood around the room in small groups watching.

"He's joined a bloody sex cult." I tried not to sound too happy. If anything was going to get me into Melanie's panties this was it. Maybe she'd come to me for comfort or maybe for revenge. It didn't matter if it got her into bed.

The blonde woman moved her hand up and down Brad’s member. Initially, he just held his position, looking down at the table beneath him but soon he started moving back and forth with the rhythm. I absent-mindedly rubbed my growing erection through my pants as I watched.

"Enjoying the show?" I heard a woman's voice behind me. Melanie and I both turned away from the window to see two women, armed with strange looking guns.

After taking a moment to consider my options, I ran for it. I didn't get far before feeling a sharp pain in my right butt cheek. My legs started to feel weak as I felt for the source of the pain. I found a small dart and pulled it out as everything went black.

I woke up surrounded by wooden bars. I could feel that I was naked except for some weirdly thick underwear. I ran my hands over this strange garment. It was covered in soft plastic and fastened at the front with tapes. 

With some effort, I sat up to examine it, confirming my fear. I was wearing a diaper. a ridiculously huge puffy disposable diaper, decorated with cartoon teddy bears in various pastel colours. I tried to take it off but the lingering effects of the tranquiliser left me too weak and uncoordinated.

A door opened and a light turned on. "Looks like someone is finished with his nap." A woman's face, with olive skin and framed by long black hair, appeared, looking down over the bars.

I suddenly realised what the bars were. I was in a giant cot. "Who are you?" I demanded. "And why am I wearing a diaper?"

"You can call me Dr. Patel." She answered. "And the diaper is so you don't make a mess on the floor."

"Where am I?" I continued my questions. "What have you done with Melanie?"

"Patience. Everything will be explained in good time." She lowered one side of the cot. "But right now you only have to worry about finishing your bottle."

"Bottle?" I asked, confused as she took my hand and led me to a long sofa. I tried to pull away but found I wasn't strong enough.

She sat me in the middle of the sofa then picked up a large baby bottle full of a white liquid and sat at one end. "Just lay down and Dr. Patel will feed you."

I made a feeble attempt to resist as she guided me to lay down across the sofa with my head in her lap. She smiled down at me as she brought the large nipple of the bottle to my lips.

Even though I tried to clamp my mouth shut, she easily forced it in. The nipple filled my mouth. I tried to push it back out with my tongue but that only caused the liquid inside to squirt I to my mouth. In that position, I had no choice but to swallow it.

"See." Dr. Patel said. "It doesn't taste so bad."

She was right but it wasn't the taste I objected to. It was laying there in a diaper being fed like an infant. I wanted to ask why she was doing this to me but trying to talk only caused my mouth to fill with more of the liquid.

"Good boy." She cooed. "Drink it all up."

Whatever her reasons, it was clear she wasn't going to take that nipple out of my mouth until I had drunk the whole bottle so, resigned to this, I got to work.

I had finished about half of it when my stomach started feeling uncomfortable. I kept going but a little while later it started cramping.

"Is your tummy feeling yucky?" Dr. Patel must have noticed my discomfort. "Don't worry. It's just the laxatives starting to work. The muscle relaxants should kick in soon and then you'll feel much better."

Now realising the purpose of the diaper, I started struggling against her again. She easily held me in place and kept the nipple in my mouth. I only succeeded in filling my mouth with more of the laxatives, muscle relaxants and who knows what else.

"All done." She finally declared, pulling the bottle out of my mouth. "It won't be long now." She released me and I stood up.

As promised, the muscle relaxants had muted the cramps but I could still feel what was coming. I had to find a toilet fast. On unsteady legs, I made my way to the door but I found that the doorknob was too much of a challenge for my hands.

I knew that what was coming was inevitable but I still tried to fight it. I ordered my butthole to squeeze tightly shut and, for a while, it obeyed. 

With all of my attention on not shifting myself, my bladder took the opportunity to release, flooding the diaper. I felt the pee pool between my legs before being absorbed by the paddling.

Dr. Patel didn’t move from her spot on the sofa. She just sat there, watching me with a patient smile. "Just let it happen." She suggested. "Don't worry. I won't leave you in a messy diaper. I'll get you cleaned up as soon as you're done. 

Her encouragement was unnecessary. At that moment, I finally lost the battle and the  mess filled the seat of my diaper. It kept coming, squeezing up the back and the front. When it was finished, the diaper seemed ready to burst but, despite sagging heavily, it held on.

"That's some laxative isn't it?" Dr. Patel laughed as she finally stood up. "It cleans you out completely, much more thoroughly than an enema."

Too ashamed to offer any response, I meekly allowed her to lead me into the next room. With each step, I felt the mess against my skin.

This room was far more clinical than the first. In the centre was what looked like a gynaecologist's examination chair. At least that's what they looked like in the fetish videos I'd watched.

Dr. Patel led me straight to the chair. "Sit here and I'll get you cleaned up."

I desperately wanted to be out of that diaper so I did as I was told. I didn't protest as she guided my feet onto the stirrups and strapped them in place or when she fastened a belt across my stomach. A large mirror took up most of the wall I was facing. As I looked at myself in that bulging diaper I had a terrible feeling it was actually a one-way viewing window.

She pressed a button and the back of the chair lowered, pulling me back into a lying position, as the stirrups lifted my legs above me and spread them apart. “Okay. Now for the yucky bit.” She undid the tapes open and let my diaper fall open. She pulled a face but got to work, cleaning me with baby wipes.

Working methodically, Dr. Patel started just under my stomach and then moved down to the base of my cock. I couldn’t help growing a little hard as she began to wipe the shaft. “Enjoying the attention?” She giggled and moved on to my balls, which did nothing to reduce my arrousal.

Continuing to work her way down, she cleaned the mess off my bottom then wiped through my crack. She lingered on my butthole, pressing gently until it yielded to her fingers. I let out an involuntary moan of pleasure and my cock grew even harder.

“I see you like that.” She smiled, removing her fingers from my arse and wiping the rest of my crack. “You’re going to love the procedure then.”

“What procedure?” I did not like the sound of that. “What are you going to do to me?”

“You’ll find out in just a moment.” She wiped my lower back and after inspecting her work declared. “There. All clean.”

Leaving me strapped in place, She threw the used diaper and wipes into a nearby bin and moved to a sink to wash her hands. She took her time, either being very thorough or just deliberately making me wait, helpless with my bare bottom presented to that mirror. . 

Finally, Dr.Patel opened a cabinet, from which she removed a metallic cylinder. She carried it over to me and smiled at me from between my raised legs. “This is why we had to make sure your bottom was cleaned out.” She held up the cylinder, confirming my fears. “And the muscle relaxants will help it go in without hurting you.” 

I heard a clink as she put the device aside, then felt her fingers penetrating my butthole again but this time they were cold and slimy. “Just some lubrication to help it go in.” She explained, spreading the gel. I started to grow hard again in spite of my fear of what was coming next.

Dr. Patel withdrew her fingers. A moment later I felt the smooth rounded end of the metal device replace them. “Just relax.” She said gently as she pushed it inside me.

I gasped as I felt it slide deeper inside me. Precum started dribbling from the end of my rock-hard cock. “I knew you’d enjoy it.” She slid the device out a little. Then back in, slightly deeper than before. “Now I just have to find the right spot.” She moved it in and out a couple more times then said. “There.”

I yelped as I felt a brief stinging pain inside me. I lasted less than a second but it seemed it was enough to make my erection disappear as Dr. Patel pulled the device out of my bottom. “What did you do to me?” I asked.

“I’ve just installed your prostate chip.” She put the device down and returned to the sink to wash her hands again. When she returned, she stood at my side. “Now let’s test it.” She gently stroked my, now limp, cock. It felt good but I didn’t start to get hard again. “Good.” She began tapping on a bracelet on her left wrist and my cock became fully erect. “Excellent.” She tapped a couple more times and suddenly I began to squirt cum onto my stomach and chest. Weirdly, I didn’t feel any pleasure from this orgasm.

“What did you do to my cock?” I demanded.

“The chip is connected to the nerves in your bottom and groin.” She took out more baby wipes and cleaned the cum off of me. “Among other things, it lets us control your erections and ejaculations. Men have proven they can’t be trusted to control their penises so the chip gives that control to someone more responsible.”

“What sort of feminist bullshit is this?” I demanded. “You bitches need a good…” I stopped and screamed as I suddenly felt a pain just like getting kicked in the balls.

“That’s one of the other things it does.” She tapped her bracelet and the pain was instantly gone. “Behave yourself and you won’t have to feel that too often.” She took out a tissue and wiped up the tears running down the sides of my face. “You’re going to be a good boy for me aren’t you?”

I wanted to tell her to go fuck herself but I didn’t ever want to feel that pain again. I remained silent and turned my head away from her. I heard her moving around then heard a plastic crinkling sound and turned to find her back between my legs, unfolding another big diaper.

I was too afraid to say anything so I just laid there pouting silently as she slid it under my bottom. Once she had me taped into my new diaper, she moved the chair back up into the sitting position. “Don’t you touch that diaper.” She warned as she released me from the straps. “Now let’s introduce you to Ms. Harbourne.” She led the way out of the room.

I hesitated. “Like this? In just a diaper?”

“Of course. That’s how all of the boys dress.” She held the door open. “Now hurry up if you don’t want to get in trouble.” She motioned toward her bracelet.

I quickly followed her out of the room into a hallway. At the other end, Dr. Patel knocked on a door.

“Yes?” came a woman’s voice. “Come in.”

She pushed the door open and led me into the room where a well-dressed woman sat behind a large ornate desk. She was middle-aged but still in great shape. “Rachel.” Dr. Patel greeted the woman. “I’ve installed Robert’s prostate chip and it is working properly.”

“Thankyou Inika.” The woman ignored me for a moment and addressed Dr. Patel . “Good night.”

“Goodnight.” Dr. Patel left me alone with the woman.

“Hello Robert.” She smiled at me. “You may call me Ms. Harbourne.” When I didn’t respond, she said. “Don’t be rude Robert. I’m sure Dr. Patel warned you what happens to boys who are rude.”

I looked at her wrist. She wore a bracelet just like Dr. Patel’s. “Hello Ms Harbourne.” I said, feeling like a schoolboy greeting his teacher.

“Good boy. You can sit down.” She indicated a chair in front of her desk and sat on it. “I’m sure you’re very confused right now.” She went on. “You are in a little town I have founded as a model for a new society, one where women are in charge. I was sick of being mistreated by men and after the divorce settlement I had the resources to do something about it. I made contact with talented women who shared my feelings and together we built all of this.”

“So, you’re punishing me for being a man?” I asked, hoping that maybe there was some way to talk my way out of the bizarre situation I had found myself in.

“Oh no honey. This isn’t a punishment.” She said with genuine sweetness. “We don’t hate men. We understand that you can’t control yourselves. It’s not your fault. I promise that you are safe and we will take good care of you. If you accept your new position I’m sure you can be very happy here.”

“And If I’m not happy here?” I asked. “Can I leave?”

“No. I’m sorry but I can’t let you do that.” She said, “You would tell people what we are doing before we were ready and they would come and ruin everything.”
I sighed. It was worth a try. “Okay but what about the diapers?”

"Men have always needed women to take care of them like you are babies and we are your mommies." She explained. “Keeping you in diapers just makes that explicit.”

"I thought you said it wasn't a punishment." Maybe I could at least negotiate a less humiliating outfit.

"It isn't. It is just a reminder of your dependence on us, to keep your ego under control. When a man's ego gets too big it only creates problems for himself and everyone else." She explained patiently, as though she was speaking to a small child. "I know this feels like a punishment right now because you think it is humiliating. That's just your ego creating a problem for you. Let it go, accept your dependence and you will be quite comfortable in your diapers."

Without thinking, I rolled my eyes at this. “Bullshit.”

I realised my mistake a moment too late. “Robert.” Ms Harbourne rose from her seat and her tone became suddenly stern. “I will not accept rude language from you.”

“I’m sorry.” I said. I was about to burst into tears as I anticipated the pain from the device they put in my butt.

However, as she made her way around the desk, she didn’t reach for her bracelet. “I understand that you’re cranky. It is past your bedtime but next time you use bad language you will be punished.” Her voice was already softening again. “Do you understand?”

“Yes.” I nodded quickly. “Yes, Ms Harbourne.”

“Good Boy.” She was smiling again. “Now, I’d better get you to bed.”

Ms Harbourne held out her hand. I hesitated for a moment but knew she could force me if she wanted to so I got to my feet and took it. She led me out of her office and back through the building to an entryway with double glass doors looking out into the dark night.

“It’s a bit chilly outside.” She took some neatly folded baby blue fabric from a nearby shelf. “Let's get you into this.” She let part of the fabric hang down, a pair of blue fuzzy legs. “Step in.” She held it out for me.

Eager to finally have my diaper hidden, I did as I was told. The material was soft and warm. The feet were closed and had rubber soles built in. Ms Harbourne pulled the rest of the material up my body and guided my arms in before pulling up a long zip which ran all the way from my left foot up to my neck. I realised that I’d just been dressed in a footed bodysuit like a baby but I didn’t mind. It felt snug and comforting. 

Outside, I tried to get my bearings. As Ms Harbourne led me along a footpath, I looked for the big building where Melanie and I had found Brad. If I could identify that, I could figure out how to get back to my car.

“This is my house.” She indicates the building we were walking toward. “You’ll stay with me until we decide who will adopt you.”

I rolled my eyes at the idea of being adopted. Fortunately, she wasn’t looking at me. Then I spotted the building I was looking for. From where I was, I could see the entrance and, above it, a sign which read “Milking Shed.” I was about to make a break for it when I remembered that I didn’t have my keys.

With a sigh, I followed Ms Harbourne into the house. As soon as we were inside, she unzipped my bodysuit. Reluctantly, I allowed her to remove it, leaving me in just my diaper again. I wasn’t cold, It seemed that the buildings here were kept at a comfortable temperature for walking around naked.

From the entrance, she led me into the living room. Two long white leather sofas and a large marble coffee table were in the centre of the room, leaving plenty of space on every side. An enormous television took up most of one wall. The other walls were decorated with paintings.

“Now, I do need to get you into bed.” She said, “But, before that, are you hungry?”

My stomach had settled down since the laxatives and was now feeling very empty. “Yes.”

“I thought you might be.” She sat at the end of one of the sofas. “Come and sit with me.” She patted the cushion next to her.

I didn’t understand what was going on but I didn’t want to get in trouble so I joined her. As I did, she began unbuttoning her blouse. She pulled it open and, with absolutely no hesitation, undid a clip at the front of her bra, releasing her breasts.

From my position, next to her on the sofa, I could just see the smooth pink skin behind her open blouse and the large, dark nipple protruding from that. I nearly got up for a better view but that wasn't necessary because she turned to face me, showing me everything. She then began massaging her breasts, one in each hand, kneading the soft flesh.

I didn't know what was going on but I was afraid that if I asked she might stop. Out of habit, my hand found its way down to my groin and started rubbing my cock through my diaper. However it remained totally limp, apparently unimpressed by the show. 

“What’s the matter?” Ms Harbourne teased gently. “Is your diaper wet?”

I blushed and moved my hand away but kept watching her play with her breasts. Soon drops of liquid began to form on the nipples. 

She looked down and smiled. "Okay. I think they are ready for you.”

“Huh?” I was confused. “Ready for what?”

“To nurse, silly.” She collected some of the liquid on her finger and transferred it to my lips. It tasted sweet. “This will be your food from now on.”

I had mixed feelings about that. I certainly liked the idea of putting her breasts in my mouth. However, drinking her milk, especially while dressed like a giant baby, wasn’t appealing at all.

“Don’t be shy.” Her hands moved to gently guide my head down into position. 

Frozen by indecision, I neither cooperated nor resisted and she pulled my face against her chest. I felt her firm, wet nipple pressed against my lips, demanding entrance to my mouth. Part of me wanted to open wide and get a mouthful of breast but I couldn’t bring myself to surrender to this babyish treatment.

“Open up.” Mr Harbourne said, her tone as sweet as the milk I could already taste dribbling into my mouth. Resting my head against one arm, she took hold of her breast with the opposite hand and rubbed her nipple back and forth over my lips. “Come on. All men love boobies.” She wiggled a finger in between my lips and used it to force my mouth open. “Just another way you never really grow up.” I considered biting her finger but I was sure that would not end well for me. She soon managed to pry my mouth open enough to force her breast in. “There you go.”

I tried to protest but intelligible speech was impossible with my lips wrapped around her nipple and the movement just made her milk squirt into my mouth. I swallowed it and the action squeezed more out, it was a vicious cycle and I soon realised the only way out would be to nurse until the milk was finished. Luckily, it actually tasted pretty good.

She let out a sigh of pleasure as I settled into a rhythm “See. It’s not so bad.” She was clearly enjoying this. “We know you boys never grow out of needing to breastfeed. It’s why you’re obsessed with our breasts. You turn it into something crass but that’s just because you can’t admit what you really need.”

Unable to argue, I just continued sucking and swallowing. 

She held me firmly against her body. “We’ve developed a way to make our breast milk a complete and balanced diet for an adult. You’ll never need to eat anything else.” Her breathing and little involuntary movements told me she was enjoying this. 

When the milk from that breast stopped, she moved me to the other one. She stroked my naked back, running her hand down to the waistband of my diaper and back up. “Good boy. Drink it all up.”

Finally, I finished and Ms Harbourne released me. “Okay. Now let’s get you to bed.” Not bothering to refasten her bra or blouse, she stood and led me deeper into the house. “This will be your nursery for now.” She pushed open a door, revealing a bedroom furnished with an adult-sized cot and change table. Under the change table were stacks of diapers just like the one I was wearing. 

“Do you need a diaper change before bed?” Without waiting for a response, she patted the seat of my diaper and then gave my groin a little squeeze. “Nope. Still clean.” She lowered the side of the cot. “In you go.” When I hesitated her voice once again took on a stern edge. “Do I need to remind you what happens to naughty boys?”

She didn’t need to remind me. I climbed into the cage and she pulled the side back up, clicking it into place. “Good night.” The edge was gone as quickly as it had appeared. “There’s a baby monitor.” She pointed at a baby blue plastic device mounted high on the wall. It had a camera pointed down into the cot. “So I can check on you. If there’s anything wrong, just call out and I’ll hear you.” With that, she turned off the light and left, closing the door behind her.

Now alone, I considered ripping off the diaper. However, that would leave me naked. My next thought was climbing out of the cot. The bars weren’t too high. I could easily pull myself over them but then I considered the camera. I had no way to know if Ms Harbourne was watching. 

I decided that she’d just glance at the video occasionally and the chances she was watching right then were slim. I’d have to risk it. I pulled myself up and threw one leg over the rail. Suddenly, the pain hit me again. I let go, instinctively moving my hands to protect my groin. As I fell backward, I wet myself from the shock and pain.

I hit the mattress and the pain stopped. “Crazy bitch!” I said, angrily.

Moments later, the door opened and Ms Harbourne stepped inside. “I warned you about using bad language.” She turned on the light and crossed the room to the cot. I was so afraid that I wet myself again as she lowered the side. “Come here.” She held out a hand.

Reluctantly, I took it and let her help me out of the cot. She led me to a chair where she sat. "Lay here." She patted her lap.

"What?" I didn't understand.

"Boys who say bad words get spanked." She explained.

"No way." I backed away. "I am not letting you spank me."

She made an exaggerated motion toward her bracelet. "Be careful, Robert."

I got the message and positioned myself across her lap. She hooked he fingers over the back waistband of my diaper and pulled it down just far enough to expose my butt cheeks.

Whack. Her palm came down on my bare bottom, making me yelp in pain. It stung far more than I had expected.

"Why does it hurt so much?" I whined, pathetically.

Whack. She gave me another smack before explaining. "Your prostate chip lets me adjust your sensitivity down there. I have turned it up to help you learn your lesson." Whack.

"I've learned it." Whack.I wet myself once again as the next impact landed. Whack. The pain and humiliation were too much and I started to sob. "I'm sorry."

I flinched as her hand came back down to rest gently on my tender bottom. "It's okay. It's finished." She left her hand there for a moment then said. "Go get up on the change table and I'll get you into a dry diaper."

I stood up, still crying and waddled over to the change table with my soggy diaper hanging off my throbbing bottom. I climbed up on the table and laid down on the soft towelling on top.. 

Ms Harbourne came over to the table and untaped the diaper. “You’ve really soaked this one.” She rolled it up and dropped it into the bin with a heavy thud.. “I think I’m going to need to keep you in thicker diapers at night.” 

I just laid there trying to get my sobbing under control as she wiped my privates clean. The gentle, caring attention was soothing and by the time she slid the new diaper under my bottom, I had calmed down. The padding definitely felt thicker than my previous diaper and as she pulled it up between my legs, it forced them apart. 

I looked as she stuck the tapes in place. The shiny plastic bulged out ridiculously from my crotch. The print on this one was stars, all with friendly little faces.

“Almost done. Just need to make sure the leak guards are right” Ms Harbourne announced, inserting a finger into each leg hole. It tickled but in a not-entirely unpleasant way. “Otherwise all the padding in the world won’t save your bed.“ I squirmed as she ran her fingers around my thighs. Clearly she’d left my bottom extra-sensitive. “Okay. Down you get and back into your cot.”

I climbed down, moving awkwardly in the puffy diaper. With my knees forced apart, I couldn’t walk normally and waddled back to the cot.

“You look adorable.” Mr Harbourne giggled as she followed me. “I might need to keep you in these overnight diapers full-time.”

As I climbed back onto the mattress, she encouraged me with a gentle pat on my thickly padded bottom. “Now don’t try to get out again. I probably should have warned you that the cot has sensors which automatically trigger your chip if you get out.” She raised the bars back into place. “The same thing will happen if you get too far from one of these.” She held up her bracelet. “Goodnight Robert.” She once again turned off the light and left the room.

Even sleeping was awkward in the enormous overnight diaper. I couldn’t lay on my side with the bulk between my thighs. I tried my back but the padding under my bottom made that uncomfortable. Finally I settled on sleeping on my stomach, of course this meant my diapered butt was sticking up in the air. I tried not to think about how babyish I looked. 

[baka]

Chapter 2

When I woke up, I thought it had all been a bizarre dream. I was pondering what subconscious issues might have provoked it when I became aware of the padding between my legs, the wet padding.

I reluctantly opened my eyes and confirmed my fear. I was in an adult-sized cot, wearing a comically thick diaper which I had apparently soaked in my sleep. The room was illuminated by the bright sunlight coming in through a large window. I looked around the room, recognising the chair where Ms Harbourne had spanked me and the table where she had changed my diaper. It was all real.

"Good morning, sleepyhead." Ms Harbourne let herself into the room a few minutes later and released me from the cot. "Looks like you're wet again." She squeezed my crotch. "Yes you definitely need these extra-thick diapers overnight but I think this one can last until you've had breakfast." Taking me by the hand, she led me out of the nursery. "Although, it is almost lunch time."

The overnight diaper was even thicker when it was wet and walking was almost impossible. As I waddled along next to Ms Harbourne, I realised we were not alone in the house. I could hear women's voices, one of which I recognised. It was Melanie.

However, the first thing I noticed as we entered the living room was Brad. Like me, he was naked except for his diaper. He was seated next to Melanie, clutching her hand tight. Around her wrist was one of those bracelets. That was my key to escaping.

On the other side of Brad was the blonde woman we saw jerking him off the night before and on the other sofa was a third woman with red hair and large breasts.

"Look who is finally awake." Ms Harbourne announced, interrupting the conversation and drawing everyone's eyes to me. Melanie suppressed a giggle and Brad flashed me a sympathetic look before returning his gaze to the floor. The other two women gave me big friendly smiles.

“Hello Bobbie.” The redhead greeted me in the same tone Ms Harbourne used on me. Somehow her Irish accent made it feel even more patronising. “I’m Miss Connelly. I’ve been looking forward to meeting you.”

“Be polite.” Ms Harbourne reminded me with a pat on the back of my diaper.

“Hello, Miss Connelly.” I said.

“And I’m Miss Barnes.” The blonde woman introduced herself.

“Hello Miss Barnes.” I dutifully replied.

“And you already know Ms Baker and Bradley.” Ms Harbourne nodded toward Melanie and Brad.

“I’m glad you’re okay.” Melanie said as we made our way around the furniture to join everyone on the sofas.

“Okay?” I forced a laugh and pointed at my over-sized diaper. “What part of this is okay?”

“I just meant…” Melanie started.

“Don’t worry Melanie.” Ms Harbourne explained. “This is all very new for Robert. He will adjust in time. Won’t he, Bradley?”

Brad’s face went deep red but he looked up at her and responded. “Yes, Ms Harbourne.”

“See the progress we’ve already made with your Bradley.” Mr Harboure went on as Brad’s eyes returned to the floor. “He had such big tantrums when he first went back into diapers.”

Melanie looked at Brad. “But he’s still not happy. Look how embarrassed he is.”

“We’ve discussed this.” Ms Harbourne did her best to suppress the annoyance in her voice. “It’s all part of the adjustment. This is exactly what he needs, what all men need. In time he will learn to let go of all of the lies he believes about what a man is supposed to be and he will love his new life.”

“Couldn’t we just go home?” Melanie continued. “We promise that we won’t tell anyone. Don’t we Brad?”

"Yes." Brad nodded without looking up.

"Yes, who?" Ms Harboune prompted.

Brad sighed. "Yes, Mommy."

"Good boy." She seemed to consider the matter closed and changed the subject. "Now. I need to feed Robert."

"Maybe he wants me to do it." Miss Connelly suggested. "He's been staring at my chest since he came in. Haven't you Bobbie?"

"I…Um." Of course I had been. She had truly impressive tits.

"Oh you are cute." She laughed. "Don't worry. You're not in trouble." She then pulled off her top, revealing a red bra, supporting her amazing boobs. "Come and have a closer look." She unclipped her bra and removed it, leaving her naked from the waist up.

"Go on." Ms Harbourne gave me a gentle push. "Don't be rude."

I took a couple of steps toward Miss Connelly. I was close enough to reach out and grab her boobs. It turned out that I was also close enough for her to grab me, which she did. She pulled my mouth right down onto one of her nipples. This left me bent over, my thickly-padded bottom presented to the others. 

I considered pulling myself free from this woman's grip but that would probably earn me a spanking or worse. I ran my tongue over her nipple and tasted the drops of milk already collecting there. This made her draw in a sharp breath and then release it with a quiet sigh. 

If I didn’t have that chip up my butt, that would have been enough to get me hard. Even without being physically turned on, I still liked getting that reaction from her. It felt like I was taking a little bit of power back. So, as I sucked on her breast, I made a point of teasing her nipple with my tongue. As I hoped, her arousal became more and more obvious.

“He’s really made good use of that diaper.” I heard Miss Barnes’ voice and then felt a hand pressed against the padding between my legs. “Did you make him completely incontinent?”

“Not completely.” Came Ms Harbourne’s answer. “I’ve turned down his sensitivity and control significantly though. He’ll feel the need to go but won’t be able to hold on for long. He probably didn’t even wake up before he wet.”

The conversation going on behind me shattered my delusions of power. I quickly lost interest in pleasuring Miss Connelly and just tried to drink quickly so I could get out of that humiliating position.

"What about you Melanie?" Miss Barnes asked. "How much control do you let your Bradley have?"

"Let him?" Melanie sounded uncomfortable with the question. "Brad has normal control."

"I'd be too worried that he'd just hold on for hours, trying to avoid using his diaper." Miss Barnes said. "Is he okay deliberately going in his diapers?"

"No." Melanie admitted. "He holds on until he's in pain."

"You should just take away his control completely. That would make it easier for him." Miss Barnes argued. "He wouldn't have to worry about it at all."

"I agree that it's cruel to let him hold on for hours but I think it is good for him to feel it coming. It makes him really aware of his diapers because he has to decide whether he wants to deliberately use them or hold on until he has an accident." Ms Harbourne interjected. "Plus, there's less risk of his little fire hose going off during a diaper change."

As if on cue, I became aware that I needed to pee. If she was right, I didn't have long before I would be further soaking my diaper. The idea of doing so in that position was mortifying so I drank even faster. However, this just made the pressure grow. I managed to hold on until I had drained the first breast and Miss Connelly moved me over to the next. Then I lost control.

"Look. He's wetting again." Miss Barnes observed as I flooded my diaper. "It's really sagging. I hope he doesn't leak." I felt the hand once again pressing the padding between my legs. It caused the liquid slosh around as it searched for part of the diaper which wasn't yet completely saturated. "You might need to find even thicker diapers if he's going to wet like this."

“These ones are already as thick as Ian's cloth diapers. I don’t think he’d be able to walk at all if they were any thicker.” Ms Harbourne laughed. “He’d have to crawl around.”

“That would be so adorable.” Miss Connelly said. “You have to do it.”

I finished the second breast and stood up. My heavy diaper was struggling to hold on. I felt it slipping off my hips.

"Say thank you to Miss Connelly." Ms Harbourne directed me.

"Thank you. Miss Connelly." I said.

"It was my pleasure." She smiled. "Now, I think you'd better get that nappy changed."

“I guess it’s my turn.” Miss Barnes said. “Although, I think Amelia got the better job.”
I heard her stand but I didn’t turn around. I didn’t want to face Brad and Melanie after what they had just seen me do. Miss Barnes took hold of my hand and led me from the room.

“Up you go.” She directed as we reached the change table. I took my place on cushioned fabric and she ripped open the tapes on my diaper, letting it fall open. “That is a really wet diaper.”

I saw her touch her bracelet and I flinched, expecting to be punished for something. When no pain came I asked. “What did you do?”

“I just turned up your sensitivity a bit.” She said, taking some wipes.

“You’re going to spank me?” I felt like crying already. “Why?”

“No. I’m not going to spank you.” She smiled. “Just relax. I think you’ll enjoy this.”

I gasped as she started wiping. Her touch sent waves of pleasure through my body. My cock began to grow hard. She must have also turned off whatever was preventing that. 

She teased me, getting closer and closer to my shaft. When she finally wrapped the wipe around it, I was as hard as I’ve ever been. I let out a moan as she moved the wipe up and down.

“You still can’t cum, of course.” She explained, moving down to my balls. “But that’s not a bad thing. It means you won’t finish early and ruin the fun.”

I bit my lip as my body writhed. Sex had never felt that good but, as promised, I didn’t cum. I had a chance to catch my breath as Miss Barnes moved on to my butt cheeks but, when she finished by wiggling a wipe-covered finger into my arse, I shouted “Oh my god!” so loudly I knew it must have been heard out in the living room.

“I think you’re all clean now.” Miss Barnes tapped her bracelet and my erection quickly disappeared while I laid panting, enjoying the gradually-fading tingles. “Did you enjoy that?” I could only nod as she taped me into a new diaper. “If you let me adopt you, every diaper change can feel like that.”

“Let you?” I regained the ability to speak as a climbed down. “You mean I get a say in it?”

“Of course. We want you to be happy here.” She led me out of the room. “So you should have a mommy who makes you happy.”

“And if I don’t agree to anyone?” I asked.

“I’m sure you will eventually.” She replied. “Until then, you’ll stay with Ms Harbourne but anyone who wants can have a turn babysitting you, sort of a trial run.”

“You took your time.” Ms Harbourne greeted us with a knowing smile when we rejoined the group..

“I just wanted to make sure Robert was thoroughly clean.” Miss Barnes replied. “We don’t want him to get a rash.”

“No we don’t.” Ms Harbourne giggled. “Robert, I hope you said thank you.”

“Um.” I bit my lip as the memory of the diaper change replayed in my head. “Thank you, Miss Barnes.”

“You didn’t put him back into a thick nappy.” Miss Connelly complained.

“I don’t think he’s going to want to wait so long for his next change.” Miss Barnes gave me a playful pat on the seat of my diaper.

It was only then that I noticed Melanie breastfeeding Brad. I’d waited a long time to see her naked breasts and I was annoyed at Brad’s head blocking the view. Her eyes were fixed on him so she didn’t notice me staring. She stroked his hair and smiled while he nursed. In that moment, she looked totally at peace with their new relationship. 

That was bad. I needed her help if I was going to get away from there. I had to find a way to talk to her and Brad in private as soon as possible. 

"Miss Barnes said that the women would take turns babysitting me as a way to see who would be a good mommy." I said, hoping they believed I had accepted my fate. "I thought maybe Ms Baker could go first."

Melanie didn't look up. Brad still held all of her attention.

"But she's already adopted Bradley." Miss Connelly complained. "She can't adopt him."

"We don't have any rules against adopting more than one man." Ms Harbourne responded. "If Melanie wants to babysit Robert then she can."

Hearing her first name snapped Melanie out of her trance. "Huh?" She looked up. "Sorry. I was somewhere else entirely."

"It's okay. We understand." Ms Harbourne reassured her. "Would you like to babysit Robert this afternoon?"

"Oh. I. Um." She looked at me and I did my best to plead without words."I guess that would be alright."

"Okay. Miss Baker will take care of you until this evening." Ms Harbourne said to me. "But there are a lot of women who might like to become your mommy. Promise that you will give them all a real chance.

"Yes, Ms Harbourne." I replied. "I promise."

Melanie finished feeding Brad and soon it was time to leave. Miss Connelly and Miss Barnes said their goodbyes and left. Then Ms Harbourne walked Me, Brad and Melanie to the door.

There, Brad had a pair of sneakers waiting. He put them on as Ms Harbourne handed me my own socks and sneakers.. “Put these on so you don’t get dirty feet outside. As soon as I had the velcro straps fastened she sent me on my way, saying. "Behave for Ms Baker."

"I will, Ms Harbourne." I replied. I hated playing along with that ridiculous game but I couldn't risk losing this opportunity to talk privately with Brad and Melanie.

"I'm sorry I got you into this." Brad said quietly as we followed Melanie through the town.

I felt exposed as every woman we passed turned to watch us. "You really owe me when we get out of here."

"When?" The mention of escape seemed to darken his mood. "I wouldn't get your hopes up. I tried a few times. All I got for my effort was pain."

We reached the door of another house. Melanie opened it and we all stepped inside. As soon as the door was closed I asked. "What are we waiting for? Let's get the fuck out of here."

"We can't." Melanie said. 

"Sure we can. You've got one of those fucking bracelets." I pointed out. "Brad and I can just walk out of here with you. We can send the cops to arrest these crazy bitches and find a surgeon to cut these chips out of our asses."

"No. We can't do that." She shook her head. "My bracelet is different. It won't prevent your chips from punishing you. You and Brad still need one of the others in range."

"Well then you have to leave by yourself." I wondered how women thought they could run the world if they couldn't even see an obvious solution like that. "Then send the police to get us out."

"Brad's chip has been locked to my bracelet. He will be punished if he is too far from it." She informed me. "Or if I take it off."

"Dammit." All of my hope evaporated.

"I'm sorry, Robert." She placed her hand on my shoulder. "We are all stuck here. I think we just need to make the best of it."

"That's easy for you to say." I replied bitterly. "You aren't stuck in diapers."

"I don't like it either but this isn't her fault." Brad stepped in. "It's not like she wanted to be breastfeeding me and wiping my bum."

"I'm just happy that we're together." She hugged him. "And you have to admit this house is a lot nicer than our apartment."

He returned the hug. "I'm happy we're together too."

"I think I'm going be be sick." At first I thought it was their display of affection causing the feeling in my stomach but I quickly realised what it really was. "Oh no. You have to let me use your toilet."

"You're not allowed." Melanie said. "And I have already seen you wet your diapers."

"I need to take a crap." I argued. "Come on. Nobody will know."

"What if they do? They might not let Brad stay with me." She worried. "I think we should just follow the rules."

"If I shit myself now you're the one who'll have to change my diaper." I pointed out. "Do you really want that?"

"Okay. The bathroom is this way." She gave in and led the way through the living room and down a hall, stopping at one of the doors. "It's in there."

As I reached for the door handle, my body betrayed me. I felt the mess forced out of my ass, filling the back of my diaper. I could only freeze on the spot until it was finished.

"What's wrong?" She asked but immediately realised the answer. "Oh. You didn't make it."

I couldn't bring myself to look at her or say anything. What could I possibly say to the hot chick I just shat myself in front of.

"It's okay." She hugged me tightly. "That's what diapers are for." With a resigned sigh, she released me "I guess I'd better change you now."

"I'm sorry." I finally managed to say something.

"No. It's alright." She took hold of my hand. "I can handle changing a poopy diaper."

Melanie let me into Brad's nursery. I knew the drill and got up onto the change table. As she gingerly ripped the tapes open, I covered my face with my hands. How could I ever look at her again after this.

I felt the diaper being pulled open. The smell got worse almost instantly. I could only imagine the look of disgust of Melanie's face as she began wiping the mess off of my privates.

The ordeal probably only lasted a minute or two but it felt like an hour before I was finally taped into a fresh diaper.

"Thanks." I said as I got down, still unable to look at her. "I really am sorry you had to do that."

"It really wasn't that bad." She reassured me. "Go find Brad while I throw out this diaper and wash my hands.”

I didn’t go looking for Brad. Instead I remained in the room feeling sorry for myself. I heard Brad and Melanie talking to each other occasionally but both were kind enough to leave me alone. At some point I felt the need to pee. As there was nothing I could do about that, I just ignored it. Before long, it took care of itself.

I sat there in my wet diaper until I heard the doorbell. It was quickly followed by the sounds of Melanie opening the front door and greeting the visitor. Then there were footsteps, growing closer and closer until the door swung open and Ms Harbourne stepped into the room.

“Hello, Robert.” She said warmly. “Why are you hiding in here?”

“I’m embarrassed.” I felt defeated and didn’t see any point in denying it. “I pooped in my diaper and Mel…” I caught myself. “I mean Ms Baker. She had to change me."

"I thought you wanted her to be your mommy." She moved closer and offered me her hand. "If she adopted you, she'd do that every day."

"I didn’t want her to adopt me." I took her hand, letting her pull me to my feet and into a reassuring hug. "I wanted to f…." I had to stop myself again.

"I know you have a little crush on her." She rubbed my back. "And now you think cleaning you up after you messed your diaper like a toddler means she will never respect you?"

I nodded against her shoulder as I returned the hug.

"She won't. No woman will. That's the point." She held me tight with one arm while moving the other hand down to my diaper. "But you only think you need respect because you’ve been taught that you need to be respected to be loved. That’s not true here. You will be loved and cared for unconditionally. You don’t have to prove anything anymore."

For that moment, held in her arms, I was convinced. She was right. This was exactly what I needed.

Then the moment passed and I was angry at myself for getting sucked in to her bullshit. I let my arms fall to my sides, which prompted her to release me too.

"Come on." She led me from the room. "You must be getting hungry again." We found Brad and Melanie in the living room. "I found Robert." She declared to the others. "Now, Melanie. I think you had better feed him."

"No." Brad said. "He is not touching my wife."

"Bradley." Ms Harbourne was suddenly stern again. "Your mommy is not your wife any more and she has never been your property."

Melanie squeezed Brad's hand, trying to calm him down."Could you feed him instead?" Melanie asked Ms Harourne. 

"I could but you are meant to be trying out the role of his mommy." Ms Harbourne reminded her. "I just popped over to make sure everyone was okay."

"I guess I did say I was going to try to make the best of this." Melanie released Brad's hand and pulled her top off.

"What?" Brad said as we watched Melanie remove her bra. "But…"

"Shhh." Melanie tried to make him stop. "You'll only get yourself in trouble."

"Go on Robert." Ms Harbourne encouraged me forward.

I didn't need much encouragement. Those breasts were calling to me. I moved in. After all these years I was finally going to touch them, taste them.

"I said, don't fucking touch her." There was a blinding pain as Brad's fist connected with my cheekbone.

I fell to the floor, clutching my face. Brad also fell to the floor but he was clutching his groin. He screamed at the pain inflicted by the chip in his butt.

"Bradley! We do not hit." Ms Harbourne said as she touched her bracelet, ending Brad's torture. Then, once again all gentleness, she helped me up. "You poor baby. Come here." She took me to the couch and held me on her lap. "Melanie, could you please get us a cold pack."

Still topless, Melane rushed to the kitchen and came back with the cold pack and passed it to Ms Harbourne.

"Thank you." She held it against my throbbing face. "Now. I'm afraid you have to punish Bradley."

"Didn't you just punish him?" She looked down at her husband, still laying on the floor.

"His chip is to stop bad behaviour and encourage cooperation.” Ms Harbourne explained as Brad got back to his feet. “Punishment must be more intimate. You have to give him a spanking.” 

“I can’t spank Brad.” Melanie complained.

“If you are Bradley’s mommy, you have to discipline him.” Ms Harbourne informed her. “If you can’t then he cannot stay with you. Someone else will have to adopt him.”

“Okay. I’ll do it.” Melanie looked at her former husband. “I’m sorry Brad.”

“I’m turning up Bradley’s sensitivity.” Ms Harbourne gave her bracelet a few taps. “Pull down his diaper and put him over your knee.”

Melanie pulled at the tapes on Brad’s diaper and it fell to the floor. I could see it was still dry, unlike my own. Now wearing only his sneakers, he bent across her lap and awaited his punishment.

Melanie’s first smack was half-hearted. It barely made any sound. Nonetheless, Brad’s angry glare momentarily gave way to a wince.

Ms Harbourne shook her head. “It has to be a lot harder than that.”

With a resigned sigh, she brought down her hand much harder. The sound of it striking Brad’s butt cheeks was followed by his yelp of pain.

“Much better.” Ms Harbourne smiled. “Keep going.”

Melanie's naked breasts bounced as she repeatedly smacked Brad's bottom. I wondered if I was still going to have a chance to taste them. I had been so close.

Soon Brad was sobbing and Ms Harbourne decided "Okay. That will do." She moved me off of her lap and stood up. "I'll take Bradley and get him diapered again. You can start feeding Robert."

Brad, still crying, submissively took her hand and allowed her to lead him away. His  bare bottom was covered in red marks.

"We'd better get started." I tried to hide my excitement. "Ms Harbourne won't be happy if I'm not on your breast when she comes back."

Melanie sighed sadly. "Okay."

Before she could change her mind, or anything else interrupt us, I climbed on top of her and wrapped my lips around her breast. The smell of her body was amazing. If not for the chip, I probably would have cum immediately.

I began teasing her nipple with my tongue but it didn't get the reaction I was hoping for. Instead of moans of pleasure, my efforts were rewarded with a slap on the side of my head. 

"Don't make this any weirder than it already is." Melanie said.

Disappointed, I settled for simply sucking. That was still exciting enough that I had to consciously stop myself from grinding against her.

Still nursing on the first breast, I heard Ms Harbourne and Brad return. "Sit with me until they are finished." She directed him.

I could only imagine him glaring at the back of my head as I sucked on his wife's breast. The anger at him punching me in the face had faded and I started to feel bad for him and for Melanie. I released her nipple from my mouth and got up.

"What's wrong?" Ms Harbourne asked. "You're not finished."

I could see drops of milk from Melanie's nipple running down her breast and decided that I couldn't argue that. "I just can't drink any more." I lied. "My stomach isn't feeling good."

"Maybe you just need to be burped." Ms Harbourne suggested, starting up "Come here."

She held me with my head on her shoulder and pressed a hand firmly against my lower back. Maintaining the pressure, she moved it all the way up then repeated this a few times until I actually let out a small burp.

“Does that feel better?” She released me.

“A little.” I said. “But I still don’t feel like having any more.”

“Okay” She decided. "I'd better ask Dr Patel to have a look at you."

I didn't like that idea but the only alternative I could see was admitting that I had lied about not feeling well. Lying was certainly something which would be punished and I was not eager for another spanking.

"I’m afraid I’m going to have to cut Robert’s visit short.” Ms Harbourne told Melanie. “Thank you for taking care of him this afternoon. We will see you at the milking shed tonight." As she led me out of Melanie's house, she tapped her bracket a few times and waited. It seemed they did more than control the prostate chips. "Okay. She's going to meet us at home."
 

[Babypants]

Interesting take on the kidnapping trope.  Why not simply kill her, take the bracelet, and run?  I'm guessing that her bracelet can countermand all the others, but I'm wondering if it would cease to function if removed from her wrist-- a kind of dead man's switch.

[therende]

See what happens when you crush on someone's wife.

[littlebopeeper]

Where does this leave the lactose intolerant?  How about those who have had prostate surgery?  Lesbians?  Gays?  Reminds me of an old movie called In Like Flint, where one secret agent brought down a similar feminist house of cards-- and this in the days before satellites in high orbit would have spotted this complex, and every government in the know would have sent in agents to check it out.

You've got to blend in to escape the eye in the sky, but even if you do, people at this level of society cannot simply disappear and not set off all sorts of alarm bells.  Always best to kidnap those who won't be missed, and better still is to run with the Stepford Wives option.  

[baka]

Chapter 3

Back in her house Ms Harbourne directed. “Take those sneakers off.” As I was bending down to do so, she reached a hand between my legs. “How is your diaper holding up?” She gave the crotch a squeeze and decided. “Wet but I don’t think you need a change just yet.”

It wasn’t long before Dr Patel arrived. “Hello Rachel.” She greeted Ms Harbourne. “What’s wrong with Robert?”

“He has a sore tummy.” Mr Harbourne explained.

“Actually.” I said. “I feel better now.”

“I’d appreciate you checking him out anyway.” Ms Harbourne told her. “Just to be safe.”

“Of course.” Dr Patel replied. “He’s only the 4th man to have a prostate chip installed.”

“That’s what I was thinking.” Ms Harbourne agreed. “And also only the 4th to start an all-breastmilk diet.”

“Yes. That too.” The doctor turned to me. “Let’s go to your nursery and get you up on the change table so I can give you a checkup.”

So I was led back to my room where I climbed onto the changing table once again and laid down. Dr Patel pulled on some latex gloves and began prodding my stomach, asking each time whether that hurt. She pulled down the front of my diaper slightly to get to the area just above my cock.

“Your tummy seems fine. Let’s check those testes.” One by one, she pulled the tapes on my diaper and let it fall open. 

“I’d better clean him up a bit before you go poking around down there.” Ms Harbourne stepped in. Once she had thoroughly wiped me and disposed of the used diaper she moved aside again. “He’s all yours.”

Dr Patel dispassionately lifted my dick out of the way with one hand and gave my balls a thorough inspection with the other. “No issues here. Maybe you have a fever. Turn over and I’ll check your temperature.

“Huh?” It took me a moment to realise why she wanted me to turn over. “Oh no. Please don’t.”

“You don’t need to pretend that you don’t like it.” She smiled, knowingly.

I looked to Ms Harbourne who simply warned me. “You’re going to get a thermometer up your bottom or you’re going to get a spanking then a thermometer up your bottom.”

I reluctantly turned over, presenting my bare ass to the women. I felt Dr Patel’s gloved hands on my hip “slide back a bit.” She guided me to move lower on the table. I wiggled backward until I wasn’t so much laying on the change table as bent over it. She let go and gave me a pat on my bottom. “That’s good.”

As I waited there, I missed the security of my diaper. A few moments later, I felt the end of Dr Patel’s thermometer pressed against my butt hole. Lube dripped from it and ran down my crack. 

With a little wiggling, she easily pushed it inside me. "Good boy. Now we just have to keep it in there for a bit to make sure we get an accurate reading." She rested a hand on my lower back and spoke to Ms Harbourne. “He seems to be adjusting quickly. Bradley wasn’t this cooperative on his first day.”

“No. He was a real little brat.” Ms Harbourne noted as I waited there with the thermometer sticking out of my bum. “And he’s still got a long way to go. I had to spank him just this afternoon for hitting Robert.”

“Oh you poor thing.” Dr Patel gave my back a soft rub. “Are you okay?”

Her genuine concern and gentle touch gave me a warm tingly feeling. “Yes, Dr Patel.” I replied without turning to look at her.

“How many times have you had to spank this one so far?” She asked.

“Just once." Mr Harbourne patted my bottom lightly. "Isn't that right Robert? You have been a good boy since then."

"Yes, Ms Harbourne." I felt far too vulnerable in that position to offer any defiance.

Dr. Patel was silent for a moment then decided. “I think I'd like to babysit Robert.”

“You said adopting a man would be too much work.” Ms Harbourne recalled.

“I said training a man would be too much work and I still feel that way about most of them.” Dr Patel clarified. “But Robert seems to be much less headstrong than others.”

“I’m afraid Robert’s a very popular boy.” Mr Harbourne informed her. “He’s already got babysitters lined up for the next few days so you’ll have to wait a while.”

“Just don’t go getting adopted before I have my turn.” Dr Patel pulled the thermometer out of my butt. “Your temperature is normal. Stay there. I just want to check one more thing.”

I felt her fingers between my cheeks. They were slimy. I guessed that she was applying lube for something else she planned to insert into me. All I could do was wait there and hope it wasn’t too big.

“Just relax.” was all the warning I had before she forced two fingers inside me. I gasped in surprise and my bladder released onto the terrycloth I was laying on. The wetness spread underneath my stomach as Dr Patel’s fingers explored my butthole.

“Oh dear.” Ms Harbourne chuckled. “Robert’s had a little accident.”

“I guess that was just a little too long for him to be out of his diaper.” Dr Patel withdrew her fingers. “I’m sorry about that.”

“It’s okay.” Ms Harbourne insisted. “It looks like the cover caught it all.”

“I’ve finished his checkup now.” I felt her clean the lube out of my crack with a babywipe. “You should get him back into a diaper in case he’s not finished.”

“Thankyou Inika. Is there any reason to be concerned?” Ms Harbourne helped me to stand up. I could see the large wet yellow circle where I had been laying.

“No.” The doctor shook her head as she pulled her gloves off. “He seems perfectly healthy.”

“Well that’s good.” Ms Harbourne cleaned my stomach and groin with more wipes. “Robert, say thank you to Dr Patel.” 

“Thank you, Dr Patel.” I recited, starting at the ground, not feeling especially thankful for the indignities she had inflicted on me.

“You’re very welcome.” Then she turned to Ms Harbourne. “I’ll wash up and show myself out. You’ve got your hands full here.”

“Thankyou again, Inika.” When Dr Patel had left, Ms Harbourne reached under the table and pulled out another terrycloth cover, handing it to me. “Change the cover please so I can get you rediapered.”

The inside of the cover was lined with plastic and it crinkled in my hands. The reason for that was obvious as I pulled the soggy cover off. Folding the wet yellow stain into the middle to protect the carpet, I placed it on the floor while I stretched the clean one over the padding.

“Good boy.” She praised me. “Now up you go.”

I climbed up and was soon taped into a new diaper. I felt much better, having a layer of padding protecting my butthole. “Thank you, Ms Harbourne.” I said, getting back down.

“Keep being so well-behaved and polite and I might just have to adopt you myself.” She smiled. “Now pick up the dirty cover and I’ll show you where the laundry is.” I did as I was told and followed her. “Now do you need me to teach you how to use the washing machine?”

“No, Ms Harbourne.” The juvenile politeness was already becoming automatic. “I think I can handle it.”

“Good boy.” She started out of the room. “Once you have the wash started you have some free time but make sure you hang it out as soon as it finishes or you’ll make us late.”

“Late for what?” I asked, dropping the soggy material into the machine..

“The Milking.” She said, leaving me to my chore.

I added the detergent and started the wash. The small display indicated I had just under an hour. I decided to use the time to explore the house but other than my oversized nursery, it was a totally ordinary home.

Ms Harbourne was reading in the living room. She looked up from her novel as I walked past. "Robert? You look a little lost."

"Um. Yeah." I admitted. "I'm not sure what to do."

"Well, what would you have done with your free time before you came here?" She asked.

"I. Um." I tried to think of an acceptable answer but nothing came to mind.

"I suppose you watched porn and played with yourself." She guessed exactly what I was thinking.

I looked away and didn't respond. My full-body blush was all the answer needed.

She giggled, getting to her feet and moving closer. "There is no need to be ashamed. You're a man. You can't help it." She pressed a cupped hand to my padded crotch. "That's why we had to take control of this.” My cock didn’t respond at all as she began rubbing it gently through the diaper. “I am afraid that objectifying women is strictly forbidden. As is putting your hands into your diaper.” She withdrew her hand. “But you won’t need to. We take care of those urges.”

“In the milking shed?” I asked.

“Oh yes,You saw the milking last night, didn’t you?” She replied. “Men are much more calm and compliant when they have regular sexual release so every evening, we take you all to the milking shed. The milking is the only time the orgasm lock in your prostate chip can be turned off and you can cum.”

I suddenly realised that, very soon, I would be in the same position I saw Brad in last night, naked on a table being jerked off in front of a room full of women. The thought was simultaneously exciting and terrifying. “Buy why? Why does it have to happen in front of everyone?”

"What's wrong? Are you feeling shy?" She teased before explaining. “While it is definitely important that men get their sexual release, it must be supervised." She took my hand and led me back to sit next to her on the sofa. "It also ensures that you not only know your place but you love it. You will orgasm every day, naked and helpless in front of us. Submission and pleasure will quickly become inseparable in your mind."

I wondered if that could really happen to me. "Is that how it worked for the other men here?" 

"Well Andy and his mommy, Ms Dobson, were the inspiration for this whole project. When I met them, she was already keeping him in diapers. They both agreed that he was a better person and much happier like that."  Ms Harbourne recalled. "At the time, my friend Ms Clarke was having problems with her husband, Ian. With Ms Dobson's guidance we gave Ian the same treatment and it worked just as well."

"And he liked it?" I was doubtful.

"Oh no." She laughed. "He definitely did not like it but his behaviour improved very quickly. Eventually though, he came to accept that it was exactly what he had always needed. By the time we developed the prostate chips, he was already very happy being Ms Clarke's obedient diaper boy."

I blushed at those words. "How long did that take?"

"Over a year. The poor thing." She seemed genuinely sympathetic. "But we've taken what we learned from training Ian and we're confident that, with things like the milking, your adjustment will be much easier."

Before I could think of anything to say to that, a long beep came from the laundry, indicating that the washing machine had finished. “I’d better go hang that out to dry.”

“Good boy.” She smiled and kissed me on the forehead as she got up. "I'm going to get ready."

I sat there for a moment as she walked away considering the warm tingly sensation her praise had left me with. I liked how her approval made me feel and as it faded, I craved more. I caught myself wondering if maybe being an obedient diaper boy was such a bad thing.

I snapped out of it but still got up and returned to the laundry. I told myself that it was just to avoid punishment but really I wanted her to tell me I was a good boy again.

Reaching into the machine to retrieve the change table cover, I began to feel pressure on my bladder. I sighed, knowing that I would soon be wetting myself again. I wondered if I could get away with relieving myself in the garden while I was outside.

A door led from the laundry out into Ms Harbourne's backyard. Any thought of pulling my dick out of my diaper were quickly put to rest as I saw that the yard was only bordered by a low fence which I could probably step over, more to mark out personal space than offer any privacy.

Another man was in the yard next door. He was also hanging laundry on a clothesline. Initially, I thought they were white towels but then I saw the large pairs of translucent plastic pants hanging next to them and realised they were cloth diapers.

He spotted me and gave a friendly wave, leaving his chore to waddle closer. "You must be Robert. I'm Ian." I could see he was wearing blue plastic pants, with pictures of yellow ducks, over a cloth diaper.

I pegged the cover to the line and moved to meet him at the fence. As I stopped, my bladder released. I froze as the pee pooled between my legs until the padding began to absorb it..

"Are you okay?" He asked before his eyes moved down to my swelling diaper. "Ah. Just a wet diaper. Don't worry, you'll get used to that."

"I doubt it." I shifted my weight uncomfortably.

"It’s not so bad. Those diapers don’t feel wet for long.” He was right, the padding was already drawing the wetness away from my skin. “Be glad you’re not in one of these.” He pointed to his cloth diaper. “Once you wet these you’re going to feel soggy until you get changed.”

“Why do you wear those then?” I asked.

“It’s not up to me.” He shrugged. “Mommy says disposable diapers are bad for the 
environment.”

"And you're okay with all this?" I motioned to the diaper he was wearing and the others on the washing line. "Shitting yourself and being bossed around by your wife?"

"Shh. We aren't allowed to use naughty words." He looked around nervously for anyone who might have heard before answering my question. "I don't like messy diapers but Mommy always changes me quickly when I have one. I like that she takes care of me and I like making her happy. Our relationship is much better now than when we were married and we are both a lot happier."

"Ian." A woman's voice came from the house next door. "Have you finished hanging out your diapers?"

"Almost done, Mommy." Ian called back then said to me, "I've got to go. It was nice meeting you." He then ran back to the washing line.

Back inside, I found Ms Harbourne in a lilac evening gown and matching heels. "Let's get going. We don't want to be late for your first milking." She had me put on my sneakers and led me outside. 

The sun was setting and the air was starting to feel cold on my mostly-bare skin but it was only a short walk to the milking shed. Ms Harbourne led me through a door into a tiled room. Along one wall was a row of maybe a dozen change tables. Against the opposite wall was a row of bathtubs.

Brad was in one of the tubs. Melanie was on a stool beside the bath, in her underwear, washing him. The bath next to his was occupied by another man. I guessed that this must be Andy. He also had an underwear-clad woman scrubbing his body. 

"Up you go." Ms Harbourne patted one of the change tables. I assumed the position and she untapped my diaper.

As she gathered some wipes from under the table, I heard the door open again then a woman’s voice “Hi Rachel.”

“Hello Natalie.” Ms Harbourne began cleaning my groin. “Hello Ian.”

“Hello, Ms Harbourne.” Came Ian's cheerful voice from surprisingly close. I looked toward the source and saw Ian mounting the change table next to mine. “Hello Robert.”

"Yeah. Um. Hi Ian." I replied, awkwardly.

"You two know each other?" Ms Harbourne wiped my balls.

"We just met while I was hanging out my diapers." Ian raised his bottom so his mommy could pull down his plastic pants.

"Oh that's nice. I hope you two will be friends." Ian's mommy removed the pins from his diaper. As she unwrapped the wet fabric from his privates, she turned to me. "I'm Ian's mommy. You can call me Ms Clarke."

"Hello, Ms Clarke." It was hard to look her in the eye while Ms Harbourne ran a baby wipe down my crack.

"You're all done." Ms Harbourne declared. I climbed down from the charge table, naked except for my sneakers. "Please help with this zip." She turned her back to me so I could unzip her dress. "I don't want my outfit to get wet while I'm giving you a bath." She pulled it off.

Her bra and panties matched her dress and the heels she still had on. I admired her body as she crossed the room to where the other women's dresses were hanging and added hers to the rack.

"Well get those shoes off so you can get into the bath. " she said as she returned. I did as I was told and then she took my hand and led me to a tub which was already full of water and bubbles. "Hello, Samantha. Hello, Andy." She greeted the woman at the next tub and the man in it. "This is Robert."

"It's nice to meet you, Robert." The woman's eyes traced over my naked body.

"Robert, This is Andy and his mommy, Ms Dobson." Ms Harbourne helped me into the tub. 

"Hello, Ms Dobson." I sat down in the warm water, happy to have my body hidden.under the bubbles. "Hello, Andy."

Soon, Ian and Ms Clarke took the next bathtub. Once all four of us were sufficiently scrubbed, the women helped us out of the water and dried us with big fluffy towels. We were then left to stand there naked while they put their gowns back on.

"Zip me up, please." Ms Harbourne presented the back of her dress and I pulled up the zip. "Thank you." She took my hand once again.

The other men were each holding their mommy's hand and one by one they were led out through a door, first Andy, then Ian and Brad. Finally Ms Harbourne and I followed.

We stepped into a large room where a couple dozen women, all in evening gowns, stood talking in small groups while sipping cocktails. Many of them turned to watch me as I entered. Mis Connelly and Miss Barnes both gave friendly waves.

There were four tables around the room. The other men were already positioned at three of them. As Ms Harbourne let me to the last one, someone slapped my bottom. I heard giggles but didn't turn to see who it was.

"Now you just need to get up on the table on your hands and knees." Ms Harbourne explained. "I'll take care of the rest."

I climbed on to the table. The top was covered in smooth plastic and soft padding. It reminded me of the outside of my diapers. That was probably deliberate and as my cock hung limp under me in front of a room full of women, I wanted to be back in my diaper.

"Good boy." Ms Harbourne rested a hand on my bottom then addressed the room. “Hello ladies. Tonight is special milking.” The women stopped their conversations and all looked at us. “As you know, we have to grow this community slowly and carefully and we weren’t planning to recruit more men for at least a few more months but then Bradley found us and we had no choice.” This drew applause and a few cheers. “I know many of you were hoping for the chance to adopt Bradley but his wife, Melanie, followed him here and is now his mommy.” 

Some of the women expressed their disappointment at this. Small groups began to reform and animated conversations broke out..

“Ladies, please. This is best for Bradley. Remember, we want him to be happy with us.” Ms Harbourne waited for the chatter to die down. “Also, Melanie brought Robert with her.” She stroked my cheek affectionately. “No woman has a claim to him yet and he has promised to give everyone a chance to babysit him before he accepts any proposals.”

I stared down at my hands as the women clapped and commented on this. I could feel them all looking at me, at my dick, at my balls, at my bare bottom.

“So I hope you’ll all make Melanie and Robert feel welcome.” She tapped on the bracelet. “Now let’s get started.” I felt her fingers caressing my thigh, moving gradually toward my dick. By the time she reached it, I was already hard. “I knew you’d enjoy this.” She whispered as she traced her fingers up and down my member. “You’re going to be very happy as someone’s obedient diaper boy. Aren’t you?” She moved her hand to cup my balls, making me crave move stimulation. “Aren’t you?” She repeated the question.

It was clear that she wanted me to agree before she would continue. I knew I should refuse but her hand was right here. I needed it wrapped around my cock. “Yes, Ms Harbourne.”

“Good boy.” Her hand took hold of my member and began sliding up and down.

She started slowly but gradually picked up the pace. Before long, my hips were moving involuntarily, trying to increase the feeling. I moaned with pleasure and heard some of the women giggle at this but I didn’t care.

Eventually, Ms Harbourne asked “Are you ready to climax?”

“Yes, Ms Harbourne.” I desperately wanted to.

“Are you going to be a good boy and stay in diapers?” She maintained her rhythm, pumping her hand up and down.

“Yes, Ms Harbourne.” I would have agreed to anything at that point.

“I want to hear you say it.” She insisted.

“I’ll be a good boy and stay in diapers.” I proclaimed.

“And wet your diapers?” She continued.

“And wet my diapers.” I willed my body to cum but it refused to obey.

“And go poopy in your diapers?” With her free hand, she began playing with my throbbing balls.

“And go poopy in my diapers.” I shouted desperately.

She released my balls to tap her bracelet. “Good boy.”

I groaned as waves of pleasure radiated out from my cock while it squirted of cum onto the table beneath me. Ms Harbourne kept tugging until I was done. It was the longest and most intense orgasm I had ever had. The echoes of the feeling continued to run through my body as she took out a baby wipe and gently cleaned the end of my dick.

She then wiped my cum off the table beneath me. “Okay Honey. You can lay down now."

I lowered myself onto the table and rolled onto my back. As I caught my breath and enjoyed the fading ecstasy, Ms Harbourne slid a clean diaper under my bottom and pulled it up between my legs. As she fastened the tapes, I could tell without looking that it was one of the extra-thick night-time diapers.

"All ready to go poopy." An unfamiliar woman's voice teased as I felt someone patting my diaper between my legs. This was followed by a few giggles.

Snapping back to reality, I became aware of a group of women standing around me. Realising the performance I had just given them, I blushed all over and hid my face behind my hands.

“I can’t wait to babysit him.” Came another voice.”He’s adorable.”

“Could use a bit more exercise though.” Someone’s fingers poked my belly.

“Okay.” Ms Harbourne interrupted. “It’s bedtime for the boys.”

Uncovering my face, I saw she was holding one of the baby-blue footed bodysuits. The women parted and allowed her to slide my legs into the fluffy fabric. She then helped me up from the table and I saw that Brad, Ian and Andy were already zipped into identical outfits.

Ms Harbourne finished dressing me. “Say goodnight to the ladies, Robert.”

“Goodnight.” I said, timidly then Ms Harbourne ushered me, the other men and their mommies outside. 

“Hey, Robert.” Brad fell in beside me on the path away from the milking shed. “I’m really sorry I hit you, I know you had no choice. Thanks for pretending to feel sick so you could stop.”

I glanced at Ms Harbourne, worried that she might have heard about my dishonesty but she was occupied, conversing with Ms Clarke ar the front of the group. “I’m glad you appreciated it. I had to have a checkup which ended with Dr Patel’s fingers up my butt.”

Having got my attention, Brad slowed, allowing the gap between us and the others to grow. “She does seem to have a thing about butts.” He commented uncomfortably before changing the subject. “I’ve been thinking about how we can get out of here. You’re good with computers, that’s how you found me, right?”

“Yeah.” I watched the others in front of us for any sign they could hear our conversation.

“Well these prostate chips and the bracelets they use to control them, they have to be like computers or have computers in them or something.” He looked at me, hoping I would confirm this.

“I guess.” I finally saw where he was going with this. “Wait. You think I can hack them? We don’t know anything about them.”

“Everyone involved with this crazy group lives in this town. Whoever invented these things must be here too.” He reasoned. “And I’d bet all of their blueprints and other stuff is here too.”

At the front of the group, Ms Harbourne stopped. We had reached her house. She turned to look at Me and Brad. “I’m glad that you two have made up but now it’s time for bed.”

“Yes, Ms Harbourne.” I said quickly. “Goodnight Brad.”

“Yeah.” He replied. “Goodnight.”

Inside, Ms Harbourne stripped me back down to my diaper. “Did you enjoy the milking?” She led me to the living room. “It looked like you did.” 

I didn’t know what to say to that so I remained silent. Fortunately, she didn’t insist on an answer. She just got her boobs out and sat on one of the sofas. Knowing what that meant, I climbed on and began nursing.

With my head cradled in her arm and her warm milk beginning to fill my stomach, I felt relaxed and it began to be difficult to keep my eyes open. I was barely awake as she moved me to her other breast and didn’t last much longer after that.

I was woken by her moving me off her breast. “That ones empty too.” I must have kept nursing in my sleep. “Let’s get you into your cot, sleepyhead.” 

As Ms Harbourne led me by the hand, I realised I’d done something else in my sleep too. My diaper felt heavy. “I think I’m wet.” I observed, groggily as we entered the nursery.

“You’ll be fine until morning.” She put me into the cot and locked me in. “Goodnight, Robert.”

“Goodnight, Ms Harbourne.” I yawned.

As I tried to find a comfortable sleeping position, I considered what Brad had said. These chips inside us must be running some sort of code. If I could find a way to reprogram them, we’d be out of diapers and free.

However, a question rattled uncomfortably around in my head. Did I really want that?
 

[Babypants]

Three chapters in, and still not sure how to decipher this.  If it is meant to be a story, then you are missing opportunities to introduce tension.  For example, he has an hour to himself while doing laundry, and free run of the house.  Why is he not exploring?  He's a computer geek, so logically he should be looking for an office that serves as computer central for all those bracelets.  If he had combat training, he would head immediately to the kitchen and start inventorying weapons.

As you are probably aware, the basics of this plot have been written up several times over the years.  The versions in which the protagonist is a DL who welcomes the stent that makes him incontinent lack drama.  The variations in which the protagonist is resisting subjugation, in the manner of Tom and Jerry cartoons, are always more entertaining.    

[Diapered Dave]

Great story!! Keep it up!

[keith60]

i hope there is going to be more to this story soon 

[Bladderbrain]

20 hours ago, Babypants said:

Three chapters in, and still not sure how to decipher this.  If it is meant to be a story, then you are missing opportunities to introduce tension.  For example, he has an hour to himself while doing laundry, and free run of the house.  Why is he not exploring?  He's a computer geek, so logically he should be looking for an office that serves as computer central for all those bracelets.  If he had combat training, he would head immediately to the kitchen and start inventorying weapons.

As you are probably aware, the basics of this plot have been written up several times over the years.  The versions in which the protagonist is a DL who welcomes the stent that makes him incontinent lack drama.  The variations in which the protagonist is resisting subjugation, in the manner of Tom and Jerry cartoons, are always more entertaining.    

I'm kinda with you on this. It seems the protagonist is more bent on manipulation to get at his married crush than to free himself from a lifetime of slavery. Yet claims he would rather be elsewhere. 

[DiaperStoryReader]

So when is the G-spot chip going to show up?