Sorry for the delay, Randome thoughts 9
Posted: Sat Aug 26, 2006 11:42 am
Mandy snapped closed my onesie and helped me to my feet, “Let’s go get you dressed for the party tonight.” I had forgotten all about that. Dolly had invited some of her friends over. There was little doubt what the focus of this party was going to be, humiliate the diaper boy. Mandy led me back to the nursery where we found Kara picking out clothes for me. She had laid out several choices including a sailor suit which was little more than a white shirt with blue piping and a wide collar and white little boy shorts. Oh, and a sailor cap to ensure I would really look ridiculous. All of these over sized toddler clothes were silly but this was the worst and invariably was just the right look they wanted for the party. They dressed me up and nearly squealed with delight over how “cute” I was.
Kara and Mandy went to get ready for the party and I was left to my own devices. I went looking for my wife, I needed to talk to her. She was in what used to be “our” bedroom getting dressed to go out for the evening. “Hey there baby boy,” she said as I entered. I sat on her bed and said, “Can we talk?” “Sure, what’s on your mind?” she said continuing to get dolled up. “I was just wondering,” I said, “where does our relationship fit into all of this?” “Oh, honey, we can have time together any time you want. It can be just like it was before, all you have to do is tell me. In fact I was thinking that we should have a weekend away together. Just you and me as husband and wife, would you like that?” I told her I would, that I missed her and even though this was all really exciting and fun, I loved her and wanted to show it. She smiled and we embraced. Mona came out of the master bath and smile at us. “You know, you too should get a room,” she joked, “Oh, that’s right, this used to be it.” We all kind of laughed although, I wasn’t sure if it was a joke or a statement to let me know my place.
I took it as a hint anyway and left them to finish dressing. As I closed the door behind me Mona said, “See you later sailor boy.” I went upstairs to Dolly’s room and knocked. “Come in,” I heard from with in and opened the door. Inside I found all three girls all in different states of undress. It sure was pleasant to look at these hard bodies naked or nearly so. “Hi there baby boy,” Mandy said. They acted like it was no big deal, much in the way any woman would if a toddler walked in to a room when they were naked. “So,” I said, “just what can I expect for this evening?”
Dolly spoke up, “Just a typical evening with the girls.” Mandy giggled at that. “You know, a little wine, maybe play a few games.” This made Kara laugh. “And you, our cute little sailor boy,” this said in baby talk, “will be the center of attention,” she finished. This was going to be a long night. A passel of tipsy twenty something girls all doing their level best to out do each other in ways to humiliate me. I knew this was going to happen and I even kind of looked forward to it, however I was scared none the less. I guess it wouldn’t truly be humiliating if I wasn’t and that was a turn on for me. I resigned myself to go with the flow. I sat and watched them get dressed and listened to their conversation consisting mostly of fashion choices for the night. Then Kara turned her attention to me. Checking her watch she asked, “Do you have to poop yet?” I thought this a little strange and said, “No, I usually do that only in the morning, why?” She took on Mona’s dominant look and said, “All those bottles I gave you today had a bulking agent in them to make you fill your diapers ten times tonight, I just wondered if it started yet?” So that’s why she was so insistent that I drink one right after the other all morning. Part of tonight’s fun would be me having full pants all night. I rolled my eyes and at the thought of it and Kara seemed to take offence to that. She stood me up and gave my ass several quick swats. “It will be an especially long night for you baby boy if you are going to have an attitude,” she scolded.
Not wanting to incur any further wrath, I beat a hasty retreat. I noticed the guest rooms on the second floor had all been made up. It looked as though this party was going to continue into Sunday. I returned to the first floor and on instinct walked into my old office. I stopped cold at the sight of all these instruments of punishment.
I backed out slowly and ran into Mona. I jump in surprise and she used my moment of imbalance to push me back into the room. “Didn’t get enough this afternoon?’ she asked. Damn it! Why was this woman always around to catch me at things I really wasn’t intending.
She took me in tow to a straight backed chair and pulled me over her lap. Instead of spanking me she just rubbed my ass over the shorts and diaper, the position was humiliating enough saying, “I will see to it that you fully understand your position here little boy.” Laying over her lap like this, I started to feel the fullness in my bowels. The nagging pressure to poop started as she went on with her lecture. “This isn’t my doing you know, you started to lose control over your life when you lost control over your bladder as a teenager.” The pressure was building now. “The ironic part is that what happened to you should really happen to all boys.” It was growing painful. I was not going to fill my diaper in front of her, over her lap like this. She continued to rub my ass, “you see, men never really grow up. Yes they get bigger, but you are all driven by the same basic needs that never change from when you are little boys.” When was this going to stop! I was going to lose it at any minute and she just kept on going. “Crawling at your mommy’s feet. Boys just need to be cared for and controlled, disciplined and taught.” It started moving, the first of what was going to be many massive loads. There was nothing I could do to prevent this worst of humiliations. She stopped talking and rubbing. Her hand stayed in one place, feeling the load push out of me and fill the seat of my diaper. Even though I couldn’t see her face, I just knew that she was smiling.
“See what I mean? Just a naughty little boy.” She patted my bulging behind to emphasis her point and stood me up. “Go find your baby sitter and show her what you did,” she said and sent me on my way with a final swat. This woman, she had all the power. There was nothing I could do even if I had wanted to. I made my way back upstairs. Dolly’s door was open and I stood there looking I’m sure, very sheepish. “Yes baby?” Dolly said after finally noticing me. “Mona sent me.” “Yes, Mona sent you to what?” Kara asked. “Mona sent me to show you what I did,” and I turned around so they could see the bulge in my shorts. Kara walked to me and pulled the back of my shorts and diaper away from me and looked in saying, “It’s about time diaper boy, I was beginning to think you needed an enema.” I just couldn’t stop myself from saying, “With friends like you, who needs an enema…” I covered my mouth knowing it was too late. Especially when Mandy burst out laughing. Kara spun me around to look right in my eyes. She was smiling but I found no comfort in it. “I gave you fair warning little boy,” she said and I got a sudden chill.
Kara pointed at a corner of Dolly’s room and said, “Sit down.” I moved to the corner and as I started to sit she said, “Facing the corner naughty boy.” This girl certainly learned fast. There was no brooking her authority and I turned and sat down on my massive load. Standing behind me she leaned down and spoke into my ear, “Tonight was going to play out one of two ways, fun little baby sitting games or really hard core humiliation. You have made the choice and I hope you enjoy it.” I sat staring at the corner thinking about what she said. I was uncomfortable because I was very hard. The unknown of what they were going to do coupled with the load in my pants that I was sitting on made my cock ache.
I heard the door bell ring downstairs and they left me sitting, to go answer the door. I could hear laughing and talking as they greeted their guests. The chatter quieted as they moved off to another part of the house. I heard someone approaching and looked to the door to see my wife walk in to Dolly’s room. She actually looked sympathetic as she said, “Aw, my poor baby boy is having a time out.” She got down on her knees and hugged me saying, “Mona and I are going into the city for the evening. We’ll be back sometime after brunch tomorrow. Now don’t get into any more trouble tonight.” She kissed me on the forehead and stood up. That look frightened me more than anything so far. Sandy was a very strong woman and sympathy was not her strong suit. If she felt bad for me I can not imagine what was in store for me. She gave me a reassuring smile that failed to reassure me at all and left. Once again my mind drifted towards thoughts questioning this whole thing. Yes, it was a dream come true in many respects however there were some pretty significant nightmare qualities to it. Like getting ass fucked every week, spanked with out warning, sleeping in a crib and being bottle fed cement mix causing me to poop almost constantly. I was already feeling the need to move my bowels again and I hadn’t been changed from the last time. Now I was going to be tormented by a bevy of babes I haven’t even met yet, or worse, I probably knew some of them as Dolly’s friends.
I think it is easier to be humiliated by someone you do not know, or rather doesn’t know you. I’m sure Dolly’s friends that I have met have an image of me that conflicts greatly with how they are going to see me tonight. I can only assume, but I think that image before was as a confidant older guy bordering on a father image. Now, well I will just be pathetic in their eyes and was that what I wanted? The alternative is to give it all up and just walk away. No, I was sure I didn’t want that. I heard the door bell again and more excited chatter. It sounded like they went out side and talked and laughed in the front of the house for a while before they came back in. Still I was left to sit and wait, the urgency building in my bowels. Finally I heard someone’s approach. Dolly arrived and had me crawl beside her to the top of the stair case. I looked into the faces of a dozen beautiful girls standing in the foray. The anticipatory smiles beaming up at me changing to aws and oohs and cooing. Dolly stood me up and made me circle for them so they could get the full effect. More of the same mixed with a smattering a giggles. She took me by the hand and led me down the stairs. I was blushing furiously as I looked from one face to the other looking for those I might recognize. There was Stacy and Laura, girls Dolly knew since grade school. A girl I only knew as Birch, her real name or a nick name, I wasn’t sure. Samantha, or Sam as she preferred and then I saw Willow. She was a hippy chick and I always found her to be very seductive. She had such a casual air about her that made me feel like sex was like breathing for her, a constant necessity of daily life. The rest I didn’t recognize as Dolly’s friends however I did remember some of the faces from our excursion to the video store.
We reached the bottom of the staircase and I was engulfed in a sea of caressing hands and cooing comments. There was the inevitable discover of the condition of my diaper which drew a variety of reactions from eww gross to cutesy comments like, “Aw, baby gots full pants,” and “Look at his cute poopy butt.” And, it got worse, at that moment an overwhelming cramp hit me and I doubled over and pushed hard gasping in pain. Teetering there on unsteady legs I doubled the size of the load in my pants as they watched. Mandy blurted out, “God I want fuck him when he does that,” which garnered her some funny looks and laughter. “What? Making a guy poop in his pants makes me horny,” she stated unashamedly. More laughs and cajoling followed and she decided to prove her point. Leading me into the living room with the party following she laid me down on the floor. She pulled my shorts off and pulled my throbbing cock out of the diaper. Her excitement intensified by the audience she slipped out of her jeans and mounted me right there. She was slick with her feminine moisture and I moaned with the pleasure of finally having my need fulfilled. As always Mandy was quick to come and she slid off of me and played with herself through her climax gasping the word, “Next.”
I groaned at the sudden stop of my stimulation, but was rewarded by Willow. She was wearing a short plaid skirt, looking very much like a school girl. Of course she wore no panties and she straddled me and took me inside of her. She looked down at me and smiled. She didn’t move at all but her skills became evident immediately. She started to flex her inner muscles and I felt her as though she were massaging my cock with her pussy. She sighed softly and I started to pulse inside of her. She rocked gently back and forth and the tingling in my ass from the poop in my diaper became too much. I erupted in shocking waves, uncontrollable spasms shook me. This was the most powerful and incredible orgasm I have ever had. All through this she had that knowing little smile on her face, watching me as if to say, “I am so good at this.” Seeing the violence she created in my orgasm was apparently her greatest turn on because suddenly she through back her head and moaned loudly. I felt her griping climax in my cock which was still in the throws of ecstasy and I shouted, “OH!” The audience started to applaud and Willow got up on shaky legs and actually took a bow. Laughter ensued.
I was a quivering mess on the floor. Willow joined Mandy in proclaiming the virtues of fucking a guy in a dirty diaper when Kara stepped in. This was not at all what she had planned for me and was taking control of the situation. “Let’s get this diaper boy cleaned up so we all can have some fun with him,” she stated. With some help, she cleaned me up and put a new diaper on me, then made my crawl into the ‘play room.’ I was attached to the same table as before. “Now, who wants to fuck him?” I shuddered at the though of going through this again so soon. There were several volunteers including Stacy. She was best described as cutesy and I always though she would make a great baby girl. My guess was she was tired of the role as submissive and wanted to play a dominant role tonight while she had the chance. Kara went first saying that they had to hurry before I, “Pooped again.” She inserted the dildo into her and attached the straps. Some one yanked off my diaper and lubed my ass while she applied lubricant to the dildo. I remained ‘soft’ through Kara’s turn and the next, but the third girls turn started me up again. The mixed pain and pleasure was intense and when there were no more takers I was quickly re-diaper. Kara continued to direct things by giving a demonstration in spanking techniques. Many took turns with different paddles. It wasn’t really painful because of the padding of the diaper however all the anal stimulation had resulted in another major cramping followed by the prompt filling of my diaper with another huge solid load. It made no difference, the spanking continued with the bugle in my diaper only giving them a well defined target. During all of this, the different girls took turns squatting down at the edge of the table where my face was, saying humiliating things to me like, “How do you like getting fucked,” and, “Naughty boys need lots of spankings,” and, “Did you poop in your pants again?”
When the disciplining was over, some of the girls wanted to fuck me like Mandy and Willow had. I was put on the floor again and they rode me as before only this time I wasn’t ready to come for any of them. Through it all I was given a bottle filled with red wine. I almost came when the last of them rode me as I pushed more poop into my diaper. But she finished just as I was building toward climax and left me standing upright and throbbing. Some one said, “Oh, I think baby wants to come again.” One of the girls whom I did not know or recognize stepped up and took me in her mouth. She put a hand under me and started to massage the load in my diaper as she gobbled my knob. I shot her my wad and she swallowed it though there couldn’t have been very much. She put me back in my diaper then said, “Time to change the baby.” I was cleaned up and re-diapered.
My shorts were located and put back on me along with some sneakers. I heard some whispers and giggles and I was led outside through the front door. Waiting for me on the front walk was an adult size stroller. One of the girls in this little group worked at the local zoo. They had these strollers for rent to patrons with disabilities. She had ‘borrowed’ this one at the behest of Dolly. Of course I was pretty sure that the original request had come from Kara. I froze when I saw it and didn’t want to go anywhere near it. I don’t really know any of my neighbors, it just isn’t that type neighborhood. We all live in our big houses with our big secluded yards and just ignore the fact that we live next to each other. That didn’t at all assuage my fear of being paraded about in a stroller. Confirming my suspicions, Kara grabbed the handle of the stroller and pushed it behind me. Several hands guided me into it and the various straps were secured around me. Kara put a pacifier in my mouth to complete the look. The whole gaggle started fussing over me with all the same cutesy comments. I had no idea just where we were going to go. Dusk was coming on and that would make me more difficult to distinguish, at least at a distance.
They say that your intestines, if you stretched them out, would cover a distance of twenty seven feet. I believe every inch of mine were full. Already the next waves of urgency were building in me. I’m not sure what it was exactly that Kara made me drink but it produced the largest hard bowel movements I have ever experienced. My greatest concern now was how I was going to be able to push out the next one secured tightly in this stroller. I couldn’t raise myself up an inch and I would need several to have enough clearance under me. I wasn’t sure if we were going anywhere, the girls just stood around me talking.
Finally it was decided that we would walk down to the Galleria Mall. Our house was about two city blocks from the entrance to our gated community and across the road that bordered our neighborhood was a very large mall. Luckily it closed at 10pm so by the time we got there we would only have about an hour in the place. Kara and the big blond Sam pushed me and off we went. We got to the mall with out incident but I was growing more and more uncomfortable. I really needed to push out the next load as it was protruding slightly stretching me wide, but it had no place to go. I was fidgeting and trying to make room but was scolded by Kara. All across the huge parking lot I was gasping around the pacifier with each cramp that hit me. The main entrance opened to a giant atrium which rose up the three floors of the mall. As it was close to closing time so there weren’t that many people there and none paid any attention to us. Just the usually assortment of skater boy mall rats hanging around the food court.
I finally spit out the pacifier and begged to be released. “What’s a matter baby boy?” Kara asked and I explained the situation. “Aw, baby gots ta poop,” she said and seeing the perspiration on my brow and the pain I was in pleased her I think, but she released me anyway. As I stood I was able to push the huge load into my pants to alleviate the pressure and pain to my great relief. Although, now I was standing in the middle of a mall with full pants. Mandy was right there to pat my bulging behind with that sparkle in her eye. She pushed me back into the stroller and whispered to me, “I wanna fuck you again.” So now I was bulging front and back. She strapped me in and we made a circuit around the place.
We went into an Old Navy store. There were two very cute but bored looking clerks working and they seemed to brighten up at the prospect of something to do. Dolly spoke to them saying, “Hi, we have a special problem we need some help with,” gesturing to me. The two hotties looked at me and then each other. Keeping a lid on there obvious amusement, one of them said, “What kind of ‘problem’?” Dolly released me and had me stand up for them. Turning me around she said, “We need some jeans for him with enough room in the seat to accommodate his diaper.” My face flamed red. “Uh, yes I can see that,” she said looking at the way my little shorts were stretched in back accommodating the poop in my diaper. I heard an almost suppressed giggle. The other clerk said, “Well, lets get him back to the changing room and I’ll bring a few pairs for him to try on.” I was brought to the back of the store. There was an area with three mirrors, two set at an angle to the middle one. My shorts were pulled off of me exposing my diaper. The two clerks joined us snickering, the first one held a pair of jeans out in front of me to step into. She pulled them up for me and buttoned them. She turned me so my ass was toward the mirror and ran her hand across my ass feeling how they bulged in the back. “Is this the look you were going for?” she asked with a smirk. “Yes,” Kara said, “just enough room in the seat for Mr. Poopy Pants here.” This caused them all to laugh. They were not finished, we tried on all the jeans they brought out patting my ass each time to see how well they fit over my load. While they were checking the fit of the last pair of jeans on me I was hit with another cramp and added to my mess. “See how nicely this pair stretches out in the seat,” the clerk pointed out as they laughed. They changed me back into my little shorts, bought the jeans and put me back into the stroller. They invited the clerks back to the party and we left for the return trip, me sitting a few inches higher than I was on the way there.
On the way out of the mall, we were stopped by security. A little old man about 90 years old or so he looked and very large blond woman who couldn’t have been thirty. They were wearing uniforms similar to the police. “Just what is this all about?” The woman asked pointing her night stick at me. Dolly spoke up, “This is my cousin, he’s ‘special’ and we took him shopping.” The blond wasn’t convinced and said, “Get him out of the chair.” The released me and stood me up. I just stared at the floor. The blond looked over the stroller and then noticed the bulge in my pants and asked, “So what have you got stuffed in there?” and she grabbed the seat of my shorts. A wafting of odor hit her and she realized her mistake. “Oh! I am so sorry, please forgive me, I am truly sorry…” The girls all erupted in laughter. The woman stopped apologizing realizing she wasn’t in trouble. The older man looked confused and she said to him, “He needs a diaper change.” The old guy looked down at himself and said kind of loudly, “No I’m fine for now.” They all broke out laughing again. The big blond eyed me a little hungrily I thought and said to Dolly, “Do you want to trade diaper boys,” with a laugh. The old guy was oblivious to all this due to apparent deafness and we were allowed to go.
I was returned to the stroller and our little group continued out of the mall. We reached home without further incident. I was brought back to the nursery and changed by Mandy and Willow. They teased my erection but that’s all and re-diapered me. My sailor suit was removed and a onesie was put on me followed by a pair of the jeans they bought for me then we re-joined the party. “Nice pants diaper boy,” someone said as we entered the room. They laughed and I blushed. There were several open bottles of wine about and some were empty. It was decided that we would play a game of truth or dare combined with spin the bottle. Who ever spun the bottle would have to kiss the person it pointed to and then ask a question or give them a dare. Kara amended the rules for me however to include a spanking with the kiss. I suggested that the rule be extended to everyone but was ignored.
Dolly gave the bottle a spin, claiming the first turn goes to the host. The bottle stopped, pointing at Stacy and Dolly gave her a passionate kiss. I looked at Mandy to see if there was a reaction but she looked delighted. Stacy chose a dare and Dolly thought for a moment, looking at me she said, “I dare you to wear and use a diaper.” There was some excitement about this choice, Stacy was the cutesy one of the bunch. She protested that Dolly gave out two dares saying, “Wear and Use, were two separate actions.” The jury sided with Stacy and she was led off by a very happy Dolly toward the nursery. The game waited for their return. Once again I felt the need to poop. I wondered how much could come out of me when Dolly and Stacy returned. Stacy was wearing just her shirt and a diaper. Dolly had put her hair into pigtails and she did really look cute. Stacy spun the wine bottle and it next stopped, pointing at the girl I knew as Birch. Stacy excitedly jumped into her lap and they started to make out. After that Stacy looked up into Birches eyes and said in a little girl voice, “Truth or dare mommy?” Everyone laughed and she said, “Truth.” “Hmmm,…” Stacy said, “When was the first time you kissed a girl?” Birch shot a look at Dolly and said, “Well, actually when I was in high school, I hooked up with Dolly at a party in Tommy Johnson’s basement.” I looked at Mandy to detect any jealousy there. Of course there was none, Mandy and Dolly must have an understanding. One of the other girls piped in with, “Who hasn’t hooked up with Dolly in Tommy Johnson’s basement?!?” and they all laughed. Must be an inside joke.
Just as I was starting to get uncomfortable, Birch spun the bottle and it stopped on me. A chant started up, “Spank the baby, spank the baby.” Birch had that bad girl look to her, like she’s been stealing cars since she was kid, or turning tricks, not for the money but for the thrill. She smiled wickedly and pulled me over her lap. She started in on my ass and I cramped up and filled my pants as she spanked. She noticed because that spanking became a little more furious as the seat of my jeans expanded. “Mmmmm, that is fun,” she said to Mandy, “Now I wanna fuck him too.” She let me stand up and cupping her palms around my bulging butt she kissed me. Our tongues did a little sword fight for a time until she finally broke away saying, “Damn I’m horny! I’m picking a dare for you and it’s to go down on me right here and NOW!” Pushing me to my knees in front of her, she slid down her pants and sat on the edge of the sofa to give me easy access to her wet pussy. I dove in and went to work, having her screaming in no time. Mandy sat on the floor next to me the whole time patting my behind and offering encouragement. Birch screamed out her appreciation garnering me a round of applause. I knew that I wasn’t telling the truth anytime tonight from the excited look in the eyes of my tormentors. I left her quivering on the couch and spun the bottle. I wanted, more than anything for it to land on Kara, but it stopped before the big breasted Sam. She smiled and said, “Come give mommy a kiss.” She had me sit on her lap and we lip locked. It was nice and when she finished with kissing me she said, “Dare.” I dared her to breast feed me in front of everyone. She had a nipple in my mouth faster than I thought possible and I suckled away on one of her huge breasts. She held me on her lap and patted my behind as I worked over her excited nipple. She interrupted me to spin the bottle and change breasts.
The game continued around us as I enjoyed this wonderful sensation. The girl it landed on kissed Sam as I was ‘feeding.’ Sam put a hand down her pants and started to play with herself as I suckled. She quietly got herself off and then we were done. She put me back on the floor were I had been sitting for the game and the bottle was spun by one of the girls I didn’t know who had just confessed to her most embarrassing moment. Something about her period in sophomore gym class that drew knowing smiles and laughs. I sat there in a dirty diaper and tried to adjust my hard cock as watching all these girls kiss each other was so exciting. Not to mention the breasts and pussy I had such intimate access to.
I was getting sleepy and after my third yawn, I was told it was time to put the baby to bed. I had to crawl all the way back to the nursery and into my crib. They pulled off my jeans and unsnapped my onesie. My diaper was untapped and pulled down between my legs. I was lifted by two girls as a third cleaned my up. A cloth diaper was slide beneath me and pinned tightly in place. Plastic pants were pulled over my diaper and the diaper was tucked in. The onesie was re-snapped and I was given a bottle filled with water. The crib rail was slid back in place and I was left alone in the soft glow of the night light. I fell asleep almost immediately, but was awakened an hour later by cramps. I pushed out another massive load and then fell back asleep. This happened again about and hour later. I think I did it again in my sleep because I dreamed that I was in the mall trying to hide from the crowd. I didn’t want anyone to know I had a dirty diaper but everywhere I hid there were more people. The scene shifted and I was in a night club. In the middle of the dance floor I stood surrounded by beautiful dancing girls and I pooped in my pants as they watched me. When I woke up again it was light outside and I was on my stomach. My diaper felt really snug and I felt my ass. The load in my diaper must have weighed a couple of pounds. I lay there dozing for quite a while, until Kara showed up looking very bright eyed. She must not be a drinker.
She said, “Mornin’ baby boy. How’d you sleep?” She put down the crib rail and put her hand on my ass. “Now that’s what I would call FULL pants.” She laughed. She had me crawl out of the crib and she patted my ass all the way to the kitchen. There it was. I knew it was just a matter of time. An adult size high chair was waiting there for me. Kara helped me to my feet and into the high chair. Sitting on that big load was a little uncomfortable but I was strapped in place just the same. The tray was attached and she started to make me some breakfast. She brought me a bottle of OJ and I asked her what was in it. She didn’t answer my question but promised coffee if I drank it all up. So once again I was ingesting the cement mix due to my addiction to coffee. Kara brought a plate of scrambled eggs, toast and coffee in a sippy cup. She placed a bib on me and fed me. She was a natural at this and will make a great mommy some day and her nasty side makes her a great adult baby sitter.
Even though I had pooped all night I had to go again. I wasn’t sure if I could get any more into the diaper I was wearing. If it hadn’t been for the onesie, it would slide right off of me due to the weight. I asked Kara if she would change me before I pooped again and she said no. I started to whine about it and she pulled me out of the chair and spanked me. I could hardly tell from the load in my diaper but it was still very humiliating. She took me by the hand and led me upstairs to all the guest rooms seeing if there was anybody awake enough to want to fuck the dirty diaper boy before she cleaned me up. During this another log slid into my over loaded diaper and it started to leak. I felt the pee wetting the inside of my thighs. There were no takers so it was into the shower for a clean up. She got naked and turned on the water. She removed the onesie and we stepped in. she pulled the plastic pants down with one hand holding the diaper up with the other. She made me hold on to it, front and back while she removed the pins. Then she pealed it away from me and used it to wipe away all the poop stuck to my ass. She dropped it in the corner of the shower and used wash cloths to scrub me clean. My ass was flame red from the rash that had set in. She scrubbed me all over and washed my hair. She allowed me to soap her up and I enjoyed the slippery feel of her hard body. Her hair was pulled up and looked as if she had washed it already this morning. We rinsed and stepped out to dry off. Back in the nursery she put another cloth diaper on me after a generous application of rash cream on my cheeks. She put a regular t-shirt on me and we went out on the terrace together to await the rise of all the others. She alternated bottles with cups of coffee. I just new I was in for another full day of full diapers. One by one we were joined by the revelers from the night before. I was changed when ever I was damp to allow my rash a chance to heal by a different girl each time.
Around eleven Sandy and Mona arrived with sweet rolls, bagels and croissants. It was quite a group out on the terrace and the conversation was lively. A recounting of last nights events was told humiliating me further. I started to pout and was dragged across Mona’s lap for a spanking. She really didn’t like it when I sulked and gave me a few smacks. I was in tears right away since my behind was burning already from the rash. She patted my ass on her lap and said that I was acting like a baby, which made everyone laugh. I was released and I stood off the side in pain, wiping my tears away. I listened as they went on to talk about what happened after I fell asleep. The clerks from the Old Navy store had come by and they were brought in to see me in my crib. They watched as I stirred and filled my diaper. How they all had to sneak away so I wouldn’t hear them laugh. I could see Mona listening intently as the description of the sexual free for all that followed. Even Sandy seemed to enjoy what was said and I thought about how different this would be if it had been sex with guys involved instead of all girls.
Kara and Mandy went to get ready for the party and I was left to my own devices. I went looking for my wife, I needed to talk to her. She was in what used to be “our” bedroom getting dressed to go out for the evening. “Hey there baby boy,” she said as I entered. I sat on her bed and said, “Can we talk?” “Sure, what’s on your mind?” she said continuing to get dolled up. “I was just wondering,” I said, “where does our relationship fit into all of this?” “Oh, honey, we can have time together any time you want. It can be just like it was before, all you have to do is tell me. In fact I was thinking that we should have a weekend away together. Just you and me as husband and wife, would you like that?” I told her I would, that I missed her and even though this was all really exciting and fun, I loved her and wanted to show it. She smiled and we embraced. Mona came out of the master bath and smile at us. “You know, you too should get a room,” she joked, “Oh, that’s right, this used to be it.” We all kind of laughed although, I wasn’t sure if it was a joke or a statement to let me know my place.
I took it as a hint anyway and left them to finish dressing. As I closed the door behind me Mona said, “See you later sailor boy.” I went upstairs to Dolly’s room and knocked. “Come in,” I heard from with in and opened the door. Inside I found all three girls all in different states of undress. It sure was pleasant to look at these hard bodies naked or nearly so. “Hi there baby boy,” Mandy said. They acted like it was no big deal, much in the way any woman would if a toddler walked in to a room when they were naked. “So,” I said, “just what can I expect for this evening?”
Dolly spoke up, “Just a typical evening with the girls.” Mandy giggled at that. “You know, a little wine, maybe play a few games.” This made Kara laugh. “And you, our cute little sailor boy,” this said in baby talk, “will be the center of attention,” she finished. This was going to be a long night. A passel of tipsy twenty something girls all doing their level best to out do each other in ways to humiliate me. I knew this was going to happen and I even kind of looked forward to it, however I was scared none the less. I guess it wouldn’t truly be humiliating if I wasn’t and that was a turn on for me. I resigned myself to go with the flow. I sat and watched them get dressed and listened to their conversation consisting mostly of fashion choices for the night. Then Kara turned her attention to me. Checking her watch she asked, “Do you have to poop yet?” I thought this a little strange and said, “No, I usually do that only in the morning, why?” She took on Mona’s dominant look and said, “All those bottles I gave you today had a bulking agent in them to make you fill your diapers ten times tonight, I just wondered if it started yet?” So that’s why she was so insistent that I drink one right after the other all morning. Part of tonight’s fun would be me having full pants all night. I rolled my eyes and at the thought of it and Kara seemed to take offence to that. She stood me up and gave my ass several quick swats. “It will be an especially long night for you baby boy if you are going to have an attitude,” she scolded.
Not wanting to incur any further wrath, I beat a hasty retreat. I noticed the guest rooms on the second floor had all been made up. It looked as though this party was going to continue into Sunday. I returned to the first floor and on instinct walked into my old office. I stopped cold at the sight of all these instruments of punishment.
I backed out slowly and ran into Mona. I jump in surprise and she used my moment of imbalance to push me back into the room. “Didn’t get enough this afternoon?’ she asked. Damn it! Why was this woman always around to catch me at things I really wasn’t intending.
She took me in tow to a straight backed chair and pulled me over her lap. Instead of spanking me she just rubbed my ass over the shorts and diaper, the position was humiliating enough saying, “I will see to it that you fully understand your position here little boy.” Laying over her lap like this, I started to feel the fullness in my bowels. The nagging pressure to poop started as she went on with her lecture. “This isn’t my doing you know, you started to lose control over your life when you lost control over your bladder as a teenager.” The pressure was building now. “The ironic part is that what happened to you should really happen to all boys.” It was growing painful. I was not going to fill my diaper in front of her, over her lap like this. She continued to rub my ass, “you see, men never really grow up. Yes they get bigger, but you are all driven by the same basic needs that never change from when you are little boys.” When was this going to stop! I was going to lose it at any minute and she just kept on going. “Crawling at your mommy’s feet. Boys just need to be cared for and controlled, disciplined and taught.” It started moving, the first of what was going to be many massive loads. There was nothing I could do to prevent this worst of humiliations. She stopped talking and rubbing. Her hand stayed in one place, feeling the load push out of me and fill the seat of my diaper. Even though I couldn’t see her face, I just knew that she was smiling.
“See what I mean? Just a naughty little boy.” She patted my bulging behind to emphasis her point and stood me up. “Go find your baby sitter and show her what you did,” she said and sent me on my way with a final swat. This woman, she had all the power. There was nothing I could do even if I had wanted to. I made my way back upstairs. Dolly’s door was open and I stood there looking I’m sure, very sheepish. “Yes baby?” Dolly said after finally noticing me. “Mona sent me.” “Yes, Mona sent you to what?” Kara asked. “Mona sent me to show you what I did,” and I turned around so they could see the bulge in my shorts. Kara walked to me and pulled the back of my shorts and diaper away from me and looked in saying, “It’s about time diaper boy, I was beginning to think you needed an enema.” I just couldn’t stop myself from saying, “With friends like you, who needs an enema…” I covered my mouth knowing it was too late. Especially when Mandy burst out laughing. Kara spun me around to look right in my eyes. She was smiling but I found no comfort in it. “I gave you fair warning little boy,” she said and I got a sudden chill.
Kara pointed at a corner of Dolly’s room and said, “Sit down.” I moved to the corner and as I started to sit she said, “Facing the corner naughty boy.” This girl certainly learned fast. There was no brooking her authority and I turned and sat down on my massive load. Standing behind me she leaned down and spoke into my ear, “Tonight was going to play out one of two ways, fun little baby sitting games or really hard core humiliation. You have made the choice and I hope you enjoy it.” I sat staring at the corner thinking about what she said. I was uncomfortable because I was very hard. The unknown of what they were going to do coupled with the load in my pants that I was sitting on made my cock ache.
I heard the door bell ring downstairs and they left me sitting, to go answer the door. I could hear laughing and talking as they greeted their guests. The chatter quieted as they moved off to another part of the house. I heard someone approaching and looked to the door to see my wife walk in to Dolly’s room. She actually looked sympathetic as she said, “Aw, my poor baby boy is having a time out.” She got down on her knees and hugged me saying, “Mona and I are going into the city for the evening. We’ll be back sometime after brunch tomorrow. Now don’t get into any more trouble tonight.” She kissed me on the forehead and stood up. That look frightened me more than anything so far. Sandy was a very strong woman and sympathy was not her strong suit. If she felt bad for me I can not imagine what was in store for me. She gave me a reassuring smile that failed to reassure me at all and left. Once again my mind drifted towards thoughts questioning this whole thing. Yes, it was a dream come true in many respects however there were some pretty significant nightmare qualities to it. Like getting ass fucked every week, spanked with out warning, sleeping in a crib and being bottle fed cement mix causing me to poop almost constantly. I was already feeling the need to move my bowels again and I hadn’t been changed from the last time. Now I was going to be tormented by a bevy of babes I haven’t even met yet, or worse, I probably knew some of them as Dolly’s friends.
I think it is easier to be humiliated by someone you do not know, or rather doesn’t know you. I’m sure Dolly’s friends that I have met have an image of me that conflicts greatly with how they are going to see me tonight. I can only assume, but I think that image before was as a confidant older guy bordering on a father image. Now, well I will just be pathetic in their eyes and was that what I wanted? The alternative is to give it all up and just walk away. No, I was sure I didn’t want that. I heard the door bell again and more excited chatter. It sounded like they went out side and talked and laughed in the front of the house for a while before they came back in. Still I was left to sit and wait, the urgency building in my bowels. Finally I heard someone’s approach. Dolly arrived and had me crawl beside her to the top of the stair case. I looked into the faces of a dozen beautiful girls standing in the foray. The anticipatory smiles beaming up at me changing to aws and oohs and cooing. Dolly stood me up and made me circle for them so they could get the full effect. More of the same mixed with a smattering a giggles. She took me by the hand and led me down the stairs. I was blushing furiously as I looked from one face to the other looking for those I might recognize. There was Stacy and Laura, girls Dolly knew since grade school. A girl I only knew as Birch, her real name or a nick name, I wasn’t sure. Samantha, or Sam as she preferred and then I saw Willow. She was a hippy chick and I always found her to be very seductive. She had such a casual air about her that made me feel like sex was like breathing for her, a constant necessity of daily life. The rest I didn’t recognize as Dolly’s friends however I did remember some of the faces from our excursion to the video store.
We reached the bottom of the staircase and I was engulfed in a sea of caressing hands and cooing comments. There was the inevitable discover of the condition of my diaper which drew a variety of reactions from eww gross to cutesy comments like, “Aw, baby gots full pants,” and “Look at his cute poopy butt.” And, it got worse, at that moment an overwhelming cramp hit me and I doubled over and pushed hard gasping in pain. Teetering there on unsteady legs I doubled the size of the load in my pants as they watched. Mandy blurted out, “God I want fuck him when he does that,” which garnered her some funny looks and laughter. “What? Making a guy poop in his pants makes me horny,” she stated unashamedly. More laughs and cajoling followed and she decided to prove her point. Leading me into the living room with the party following she laid me down on the floor. She pulled my shorts off and pulled my throbbing cock out of the diaper. Her excitement intensified by the audience she slipped out of her jeans and mounted me right there. She was slick with her feminine moisture and I moaned with the pleasure of finally having my need fulfilled. As always Mandy was quick to come and she slid off of me and played with herself through her climax gasping the word, “Next.”
I groaned at the sudden stop of my stimulation, but was rewarded by Willow. She was wearing a short plaid skirt, looking very much like a school girl. Of course she wore no panties and she straddled me and took me inside of her. She looked down at me and smiled. She didn’t move at all but her skills became evident immediately. She started to flex her inner muscles and I felt her as though she were massaging my cock with her pussy. She sighed softly and I started to pulse inside of her. She rocked gently back and forth and the tingling in my ass from the poop in my diaper became too much. I erupted in shocking waves, uncontrollable spasms shook me. This was the most powerful and incredible orgasm I have ever had. All through this she had that knowing little smile on her face, watching me as if to say, “I am so good at this.” Seeing the violence she created in my orgasm was apparently her greatest turn on because suddenly she through back her head and moaned loudly. I felt her griping climax in my cock which was still in the throws of ecstasy and I shouted, “OH!” The audience started to applaud and Willow got up on shaky legs and actually took a bow. Laughter ensued.
I was a quivering mess on the floor. Willow joined Mandy in proclaiming the virtues of fucking a guy in a dirty diaper when Kara stepped in. This was not at all what she had planned for me and was taking control of the situation. “Let’s get this diaper boy cleaned up so we all can have some fun with him,” she stated. With some help, she cleaned me up and put a new diaper on me, then made my crawl into the ‘play room.’ I was attached to the same table as before. “Now, who wants to fuck him?” I shuddered at the though of going through this again so soon. There were several volunteers including Stacy. She was best described as cutesy and I always though she would make a great baby girl. My guess was she was tired of the role as submissive and wanted to play a dominant role tonight while she had the chance. Kara went first saying that they had to hurry before I, “Pooped again.” She inserted the dildo into her and attached the straps. Some one yanked off my diaper and lubed my ass while she applied lubricant to the dildo. I remained ‘soft’ through Kara’s turn and the next, but the third girls turn started me up again. The mixed pain and pleasure was intense and when there were no more takers I was quickly re-diaper. Kara continued to direct things by giving a demonstration in spanking techniques. Many took turns with different paddles. It wasn’t really painful because of the padding of the diaper however all the anal stimulation had resulted in another major cramping followed by the prompt filling of my diaper with another huge solid load. It made no difference, the spanking continued with the bugle in my diaper only giving them a well defined target. During all of this, the different girls took turns squatting down at the edge of the table where my face was, saying humiliating things to me like, “How do you like getting fucked,” and, “Naughty boys need lots of spankings,” and, “Did you poop in your pants again?”
When the disciplining was over, some of the girls wanted to fuck me like Mandy and Willow had. I was put on the floor again and they rode me as before only this time I wasn’t ready to come for any of them. Through it all I was given a bottle filled with red wine. I almost came when the last of them rode me as I pushed more poop into my diaper. But she finished just as I was building toward climax and left me standing upright and throbbing. Some one said, “Oh, I think baby wants to come again.” One of the girls whom I did not know or recognize stepped up and took me in her mouth. She put a hand under me and started to massage the load in my diaper as she gobbled my knob. I shot her my wad and she swallowed it though there couldn’t have been very much. She put me back in my diaper then said, “Time to change the baby.” I was cleaned up and re-diapered.
My shorts were located and put back on me along with some sneakers. I heard some whispers and giggles and I was led outside through the front door. Waiting for me on the front walk was an adult size stroller. One of the girls in this little group worked at the local zoo. They had these strollers for rent to patrons with disabilities. She had ‘borrowed’ this one at the behest of Dolly. Of course I was pretty sure that the original request had come from Kara. I froze when I saw it and didn’t want to go anywhere near it. I don’t really know any of my neighbors, it just isn’t that type neighborhood. We all live in our big houses with our big secluded yards and just ignore the fact that we live next to each other. That didn’t at all assuage my fear of being paraded about in a stroller. Confirming my suspicions, Kara grabbed the handle of the stroller and pushed it behind me. Several hands guided me into it and the various straps were secured around me. Kara put a pacifier in my mouth to complete the look. The whole gaggle started fussing over me with all the same cutesy comments. I had no idea just where we were going to go. Dusk was coming on and that would make me more difficult to distinguish, at least at a distance.
They say that your intestines, if you stretched them out, would cover a distance of twenty seven feet. I believe every inch of mine were full. Already the next waves of urgency were building in me. I’m not sure what it was exactly that Kara made me drink but it produced the largest hard bowel movements I have ever experienced. My greatest concern now was how I was going to be able to push out the next one secured tightly in this stroller. I couldn’t raise myself up an inch and I would need several to have enough clearance under me. I wasn’t sure if we were going anywhere, the girls just stood around me talking.
Finally it was decided that we would walk down to the Galleria Mall. Our house was about two city blocks from the entrance to our gated community and across the road that bordered our neighborhood was a very large mall. Luckily it closed at 10pm so by the time we got there we would only have about an hour in the place. Kara and the big blond Sam pushed me and off we went. We got to the mall with out incident but I was growing more and more uncomfortable. I really needed to push out the next load as it was protruding slightly stretching me wide, but it had no place to go. I was fidgeting and trying to make room but was scolded by Kara. All across the huge parking lot I was gasping around the pacifier with each cramp that hit me. The main entrance opened to a giant atrium which rose up the three floors of the mall. As it was close to closing time so there weren’t that many people there and none paid any attention to us. Just the usually assortment of skater boy mall rats hanging around the food court.
I finally spit out the pacifier and begged to be released. “What’s a matter baby boy?” Kara asked and I explained the situation. “Aw, baby gots ta poop,” she said and seeing the perspiration on my brow and the pain I was in pleased her I think, but she released me anyway. As I stood I was able to push the huge load into my pants to alleviate the pressure and pain to my great relief. Although, now I was standing in the middle of a mall with full pants. Mandy was right there to pat my bulging behind with that sparkle in her eye. She pushed me back into the stroller and whispered to me, “I wanna fuck you again.” So now I was bulging front and back. She strapped me in and we made a circuit around the place.
We went into an Old Navy store. There were two very cute but bored looking clerks working and they seemed to brighten up at the prospect of something to do. Dolly spoke to them saying, “Hi, we have a special problem we need some help with,” gesturing to me. The two hotties looked at me and then each other. Keeping a lid on there obvious amusement, one of them said, “What kind of ‘problem’?” Dolly released me and had me stand up for them. Turning me around she said, “We need some jeans for him with enough room in the seat to accommodate his diaper.” My face flamed red. “Uh, yes I can see that,” she said looking at the way my little shorts were stretched in back accommodating the poop in my diaper. I heard an almost suppressed giggle. The other clerk said, “Well, lets get him back to the changing room and I’ll bring a few pairs for him to try on.” I was brought to the back of the store. There was an area with three mirrors, two set at an angle to the middle one. My shorts were pulled off of me exposing my diaper. The two clerks joined us snickering, the first one held a pair of jeans out in front of me to step into. She pulled them up for me and buttoned them. She turned me so my ass was toward the mirror and ran her hand across my ass feeling how they bulged in the back. “Is this the look you were going for?” she asked with a smirk. “Yes,” Kara said, “just enough room in the seat for Mr. Poopy Pants here.” This caused them all to laugh. They were not finished, we tried on all the jeans they brought out patting my ass each time to see how well they fit over my load. While they were checking the fit of the last pair of jeans on me I was hit with another cramp and added to my mess. “See how nicely this pair stretches out in the seat,” the clerk pointed out as they laughed. They changed me back into my little shorts, bought the jeans and put me back into the stroller. They invited the clerks back to the party and we left for the return trip, me sitting a few inches higher than I was on the way there.
On the way out of the mall, we were stopped by security. A little old man about 90 years old or so he looked and very large blond woman who couldn’t have been thirty. They were wearing uniforms similar to the police. “Just what is this all about?” The woman asked pointing her night stick at me. Dolly spoke up, “This is my cousin, he’s ‘special’ and we took him shopping.” The blond wasn’t convinced and said, “Get him out of the chair.” The released me and stood me up. I just stared at the floor. The blond looked over the stroller and then noticed the bulge in my pants and asked, “So what have you got stuffed in there?” and she grabbed the seat of my shorts. A wafting of odor hit her and she realized her mistake. “Oh! I am so sorry, please forgive me, I am truly sorry…” The girls all erupted in laughter. The woman stopped apologizing realizing she wasn’t in trouble. The older man looked confused and she said to him, “He needs a diaper change.” The old guy looked down at himself and said kind of loudly, “No I’m fine for now.” They all broke out laughing again. The big blond eyed me a little hungrily I thought and said to Dolly, “Do you want to trade diaper boys,” with a laugh. The old guy was oblivious to all this due to apparent deafness and we were allowed to go.
I was returned to the stroller and our little group continued out of the mall. We reached home without further incident. I was brought back to the nursery and changed by Mandy and Willow. They teased my erection but that’s all and re-diapered me. My sailor suit was removed and a onesie was put on me followed by a pair of the jeans they bought for me then we re-joined the party. “Nice pants diaper boy,” someone said as we entered the room. They laughed and I blushed. There were several open bottles of wine about and some were empty. It was decided that we would play a game of truth or dare combined with spin the bottle. Who ever spun the bottle would have to kiss the person it pointed to and then ask a question or give them a dare. Kara amended the rules for me however to include a spanking with the kiss. I suggested that the rule be extended to everyone but was ignored.
Dolly gave the bottle a spin, claiming the first turn goes to the host. The bottle stopped, pointing at Stacy and Dolly gave her a passionate kiss. I looked at Mandy to see if there was a reaction but she looked delighted. Stacy chose a dare and Dolly thought for a moment, looking at me she said, “I dare you to wear and use a diaper.” There was some excitement about this choice, Stacy was the cutesy one of the bunch. She protested that Dolly gave out two dares saying, “Wear and Use, were two separate actions.” The jury sided with Stacy and she was led off by a very happy Dolly toward the nursery. The game waited for their return. Once again I felt the need to poop. I wondered how much could come out of me when Dolly and Stacy returned. Stacy was wearing just her shirt and a diaper. Dolly had put her hair into pigtails and she did really look cute. Stacy spun the wine bottle and it next stopped, pointing at the girl I knew as Birch. Stacy excitedly jumped into her lap and they started to make out. After that Stacy looked up into Birches eyes and said in a little girl voice, “Truth or dare mommy?” Everyone laughed and she said, “Truth.” “Hmmm,…” Stacy said, “When was the first time you kissed a girl?” Birch shot a look at Dolly and said, “Well, actually when I was in high school, I hooked up with Dolly at a party in Tommy Johnson’s basement.” I looked at Mandy to detect any jealousy there. Of course there was none, Mandy and Dolly must have an understanding. One of the other girls piped in with, “Who hasn’t hooked up with Dolly in Tommy Johnson’s basement?!?” and they all laughed. Must be an inside joke.
Just as I was starting to get uncomfortable, Birch spun the bottle and it stopped on me. A chant started up, “Spank the baby, spank the baby.” Birch had that bad girl look to her, like she’s been stealing cars since she was kid, or turning tricks, not for the money but for the thrill. She smiled wickedly and pulled me over her lap. She started in on my ass and I cramped up and filled my pants as she spanked. She noticed because that spanking became a little more furious as the seat of my jeans expanded. “Mmmmm, that is fun,” she said to Mandy, “Now I wanna fuck him too.” She let me stand up and cupping her palms around my bulging butt she kissed me. Our tongues did a little sword fight for a time until she finally broke away saying, “Damn I’m horny! I’m picking a dare for you and it’s to go down on me right here and NOW!” Pushing me to my knees in front of her, she slid down her pants and sat on the edge of the sofa to give me easy access to her wet pussy. I dove in and went to work, having her screaming in no time. Mandy sat on the floor next to me the whole time patting my behind and offering encouragement. Birch screamed out her appreciation garnering me a round of applause. I knew that I wasn’t telling the truth anytime tonight from the excited look in the eyes of my tormentors. I left her quivering on the couch and spun the bottle. I wanted, more than anything for it to land on Kara, but it stopped before the big breasted Sam. She smiled and said, “Come give mommy a kiss.” She had me sit on her lap and we lip locked. It was nice and when she finished with kissing me she said, “Dare.” I dared her to breast feed me in front of everyone. She had a nipple in my mouth faster than I thought possible and I suckled away on one of her huge breasts. She held me on her lap and patted my behind as I worked over her excited nipple. She interrupted me to spin the bottle and change breasts.
The game continued around us as I enjoyed this wonderful sensation. The girl it landed on kissed Sam as I was ‘feeding.’ Sam put a hand down her pants and started to play with herself as I suckled. She quietly got herself off and then we were done. She put me back on the floor were I had been sitting for the game and the bottle was spun by one of the girls I didn’t know who had just confessed to her most embarrassing moment. Something about her period in sophomore gym class that drew knowing smiles and laughs. I sat there in a dirty diaper and tried to adjust my hard cock as watching all these girls kiss each other was so exciting. Not to mention the breasts and pussy I had such intimate access to.
I was getting sleepy and after my third yawn, I was told it was time to put the baby to bed. I had to crawl all the way back to the nursery and into my crib. They pulled off my jeans and unsnapped my onesie. My diaper was untapped and pulled down between my legs. I was lifted by two girls as a third cleaned my up. A cloth diaper was slide beneath me and pinned tightly in place. Plastic pants were pulled over my diaper and the diaper was tucked in. The onesie was re-snapped and I was given a bottle filled with water. The crib rail was slid back in place and I was left alone in the soft glow of the night light. I fell asleep almost immediately, but was awakened an hour later by cramps. I pushed out another massive load and then fell back asleep. This happened again about and hour later. I think I did it again in my sleep because I dreamed that I was in the mall trying to hide from the crowd. I didn’t want anyone to know I had a dirty diaper but everywhere I hid there were more people. The scene shifted and I was in a night club. In the middle of the dance floor I stood surrounded by beautiful dancing girls and I pooped in my pants as they watched me. When I woke up again it was light outside and I was on my stomach. My diaper felt really snug and I felt my ass. The load in my diaper must have weighed a couple of pounds. I lay there dozing for quite a while, until Kara showed up looking very bright eyed. She must not be a drinker.
She said, “Mornin’ baby boy. How’d you sleep?” She put down the crib rail and put her hand on my ass. “Now that’s what I would call FULL pants.” She laughed. She had me crawl out of the crib and she patted my ass all the way to the kitchen. There it was. I knew it was just a matter of time. An adult size high chair was waiting there for me. Kara helped me to my feet and into the high chair. Sitting on that big load was a little uncomfortable but I was strapped in place just the same. The tray was attached and she started to make me some breakfast. She brought me a bottle of OJ and I asked her what was in it. She didn’t answer my question but promised coffee if I drank it all up. So once again I was ingesting the cement mix due to my addiction to coffee. Kara brought a plate of scrambled eggs, toast and coffee in a sippy cup. She placed a bib on me and fed me. She was a natural at this and will make a great mommy some day and her nasty side makes her a great adult baby sitter.
Even though I had pooped all night I had to go again. I wasn’t sure if I could get any more into the diaper I was wearing. If it hadn’t been for the onesie, it would slide right off of me due to the weight. I asked Kara if she would change me before I pooped again and she said no. I started to whine about it and she pulled me out of the chair and spanked me. I could hardly tell from the load in my diaper but it was still very humiliating. She took me by the hand and led me upstairs to all the guest rooms seeing if there was anybody awake enough to want to fuck the dirty diaper boy before she cleaned me up. During this another log slid into my over loaded diaper and it started to leak. I felt the pee wetting the inside of my thighs. There were no takers so it was into the shower for a clean up. She got naked and turned on the water. She removed the onesie and we stepped in. she pulled the plastic pants down with one hand holding the diaper up with the other. She made me hold on to it, front and back while she removed the pins. Then she pealed it away from me and used it to wipe away all the poop stuck to my ass. She dropped it in the corner of the shower and used wash cloths to scrub me clean. My ass was flame red from the rash that had set in. She scrubbed me all over and washed my hair. She allowed me to soap her up and I enjoyed the slippery feel of her hard body. Her hair was pulled up and looked as if she had washed it already this morning. We rinsed and stepped out to dry off. Back in the nursery she put another cloth diaper on me after a generous application of rash cream on my cheeks. She put a regular t-shirt on me and we went out on the terrace together to await the rise of all the others. She alternated bottles with cups of coffee. I just new I was in for another full day of full diapers. One by one we were joined by the revelers from the night before. I was changed when ever I was damp to allow my rash a chance to heal by a different girl each time.
Around eleven Sandy and Mona arrived with sweet rolls, bagels and croissants. It was quite a group out on the terrace and the conversation was lively. A recounting of last nights events was told humiliating me further. I started to pout and was dragged across Mona’s lap for a spanking. She really didn’t like it when I sulked and gave me a few smacks. I was in tears right away since my behind was burning already from the rash. She patted my ass on her lap and said that I was acting like a baby, which made everyone laugh. I was released and I stood off the side in pain, wiping my tears away. I listened as they went on to talk about what happened after I fell asleep. The clerks from the Old Navy store had come by and they were brought in to see me in my crib. They watched as I stirred and filled my diaper. How they all had to sneak away so I wouldn’t hear them laugh. I could see Mona listening intently as the description of the sexual free for all that followed. Even Sandy seemed to enjoy what was said and I thought about how different this would be if it had been sex with guys involved instead of all girls.
