Before the party broke up, I as changed again out on the terrace into another cloth diaper. The girls all said their good byes and left including Mandy who was going to spend the night at her mothers house. So it was just Dolly, Mona and my wife to spend the afternoon with me. I was a little worn out from all the activity of the last couple of days and was looking for a break anyway. This was not to be the case however as Sandy said, “It looks like it’s just you and Mona for the rest of the day, Dolly and I are going shopping.” Panic over took me as the thought of being alone with that evil, beautiful woman scared the shit out of me, literally. “Wait, can’t I go too, I mean I haven’t spent much time with you two and…” “Sorry baby boy, but I promised Dolly that she and I would have some mother daughter time, but don’t worry, Mona will take good care of you,” She said in a failed attempt to comfort me. I looked at Mona and she smiled at me, but I could sense that I was in for a terrible after noon.
I stayed out side so as not to drip in the house and the three of them went in, I assumed to get ready. I sat there dreading what was to come. I could only imagine the depths of her malice towards men in general and me in particular. Sandy and Dolly didn’t even say good bye, probably not wanting to listen to me beg to go with them again. I was really becoming pathetic. Mona returned with a bottle for me and a dry diaper. She made me stand up and she took the wet diaper off me. Kneeling down behind me she examined my butt. “You certainly have a nasty rash going there diaper boy,” she said and wiped me front and back and applied rash cream. She put the cloth diaper down on one of the chaise lounges and I lied down on it. She pinned it in place and sat me up, positioned herself behind me on the chaise and pulled me back into her. She fed me the bottle.
While I drank it down she spoke to me, “You know baby, we can have fun together, it doesn’t all have to be discipline.” I started to relax a little when she said, “It just has to be mostly discipline,” and laughed. Mona went on, “The trouble is, I will only spank you for your punishment and I can’t do that while you have that rash, so I need to find a different way to discipline you this afternoon and I think I know what it will be.” She put a hand on the front of my diaper and I stirred to life. “That’s a good boy. I am going to keep you hard and you are not allowed to touch yourself or you will be spanked, rash or no rash, bare bottom with a paddle. Do you understand?” I nodded bobbing the bottle in my mouth up and down.
When the bottle was empty she put it aside and started to whisper in my ear, “Wouldn’t you just love to fuck me baby? Just think of it, me, mounting your cock, your hands on my ass as I grind on top of you. Mmm that would just be delicious, wouldn’t it?” I started to throb and knew I would be in pain in no time. “Do you like my ass? Would you like to touch it?” She got up from behind me and put my hands on her ass. I felt her soft, faded jeans covering the tightest buns I have seen. I was crazy with desire. She walked out of reach and turned to look at me. “Sandy tells me you are pretty good with your tongue. I’ll make a deal with you, if you do a good job I might let you touch yourself when I am satisfied.” I knew that meant I wouldn’t be allowed but I didn’t care, I wanted to go down on her anyway. I stood up and she removed her jeans and panties. She sat on the chaise and I positioned myself between her thighs. My desire for her was not quenched but I did so enjoy making her scream out for a change. I employed every technique Sandy ever taught me and a few I came up with on my own. Mona played with her own fabulous breasts while I ate her and she shouted out her approval. Finally she clamped her thighs together stopping me from my ministrations. She lay back panting and occasionally spasmed. She looked down at me after releasing her grip on my head and for just a moment, I saw a new found respect. It disappeared just as quickly and was replaced by that knowing superiority look she most often had for me.
She made me stand next to her to check my rigid member. The only moisture in my diaper was from pre-cum. She teased my balls a little through the gauzy soft cloth making me twitch. She smiled at that and I thought for a moment she was going to let me get off. What she did say was, “If your behind wasn’t healing, you would get such an ass fucking right now.” I hesitated to say anything for fear of it being the wrong thing but I just had to ask, “Was I good enough for a reward?” She laughed. “You are such a dirty little boy, I think we need to secure you from temptation,” And she led my in to the house and straight to the ‘play room.’ She attached me to the spanking table and squatted down by my face so she could talk to me. “You will learn your place naughty boy,” she said. “Now, lets have a look at that red ass of yours.” She pulled my diaper down exposing my rump. She wiped off the cream so she could see how it was healing. “You look much better already, in fact I think I can fuck you. I felt the lube being applied up my ass and then heard her strapping on her dildo. She gasped a bit as she inserted the end in her and then the sound of slick gel being applied to ‘my’ end. It didn’t hurt as bad as I thought it would from the rash on my ass, just the discomfort of being penetrated. She fucked me until she reached orgasm and my cock throbbed in the pain of needed release. When she caught her breath she pulled out of me and pulled the diaper back up. I immediately filled it.
“Looks like I finished with you just in time,” she laughed and patted my ass. She forced me to drink yet another bottle of cement mix. I threw caution to the wind and begged for release. It was all she was waiting for and the spanking began. She used a paddle to swat the lump in my diaper, but not too hard, just enough to cause further stimulation to my ass. Tears welled up in my eyes. Still with out pity she began mocking me, “Oh baby, don’t cry. You deserve this. You are just a naughty little diaper boy, a naughty little dirty diaper boy.” The light swats continued through this and I cramped again and added to the load. “See? You are just a big baby and the sooner you understand, the easier this will be.” She was conditioning me. I realized what her plan was. It was to make me forget about being a man, forget about being a husband. If she could break me, she would have Sandy all to herself. Thinking about this made me lose my erection and my bladder emptied. The cloth diaper quickly became saturated and a steady stream splashed on the floor between my shackled legs.
Mona left the room, returning with an arm full of cloth diapers. She placed several on the floor to soak up the pee, and then pinned two more over the top of my sodden dirty diaper. She unfastened my restraints and all but dragged me back out side. She sat me on the stone terrace and sat in a chair next to me. “Just sit there at my feet and think about what a big baby you are.” She played with my hair and stared at me. Each time I looked up at her she smiled that devastating smile. The tears kept rolling down my cheeks and I really was on the edge. I had never before felt so powerless.
I thought about waking up in the hospital after the accident when I was fifteen. I had I.V.s and tubes coming from me. I was disoriented and confused. There was a beautiful nurse there and she started to soothe me. “You were in an accident,” she told me, “you are going to be fine though. We got you all fixed up. Are you feeling any pain?” I hurt a little but my mind was swimming a bit. I told that and she smiled and said it was the medication. She was so caring and nice that I thought I was in love. After a day or two she came in to remove my catheter. She place a pad under me and carefully pulled the tube from my penis. She waited to see what would happen and I noticed that I was peeing but didn’t feel the need to pee. I asked her if that was a result of the catheter and she told me the truth. She waited for the dribbling to stop and removed the pad. She put it to the side and picked up a disposable diaper. She explained that there was nerve damage and that I would have to wear a diaper from now on. She said it very matter of factly, like it was no big deal, but also like I had no choice in the matter. Since that was true it made it worse and I felt powerless at that moment, under the control of a cute girl.
This was worse. Not only did I not have control over my bladder, but my bowels were being untrained as well. In addition, this woman made me feel like I had no choices left in life. She could make me do anything, at any time. She was right about one thing, this was all set in motion by that terrible crash so long ago. Keeping me at her feet was reinforcing her power. As I had been given about twice the amount of bulking agent today as yesterday I cramped again. I pooped and emptied my bladder again. I was a mess. A puddle began to form under me, yet she just looked at me smiling. Finally she said, “Look at yourself diaper boy. You are just a naughty little boy aren’t you? Sitting there in your dirty wet diaper, don’t you feel like a baby?” This conditioning went on and I simply wept. It seemed to make her excited. It continued like that and I was growing more and more uncomfortable. Mona decided that I needed a nap. She changed me into a disposable diaper and led me to the nursery. She put me in the crib and raised the rail. I cried myself to sleep.
I had a marvelous dream. I was fucking Mandy and she was wearing a diaper as was I. She was screaming, “Poop for me baby!” over and over and I did each time she said it. We were on the bed from the hotel room where we first screwed around only the bed was now on the terrace. The clerks from the Old Navy store were cheering us on and Mandy was bucking up at me wildly. The girls who now, dreamlike, morphed into Dolly and Kara started swatting my full diaper and calling my name. I was just about to come when I awoke to find Mona swatting my ass and saying my name to wake me. “Hump that mattress one more time and you will regret it,” she said menacingly. I was so close, just a little more stimulation would put me over the edge. I looked into her eyes and knew that was just what she wanted. I remained perfectly still. I was not going to give her an excuse. She would have none of that though, she put her hand on my bulging diaper, I had filled it through out the dream, and rocked me gently. Pushing on the load and causing stimulation in my front was simply too much. I came, and came and came. I spasmed and twitched and rode it out till it stopped.
“Only little boys have wet dreams,” she said with a smile that seared me. I wanted to complain, I wanted to say that she got me off the same as if she had grabbed my cock. I wanted to tell her all this and more but I knew it wouldn’t matter. Mona made the rules and could just as easily break them. She made me sit on my load and she pulled my t-shirt off. She brought out a onesie and pulled it over my head. Laying me back she pulled the onesie down around my diaper and snapped it in place. I was made to crawl in front of her and she swatted my ass all the way into the living room. Again I was made to sit at her feet. She read a book, occasionally toying with my hair as I sat and pooped again. After a time the door bell rang and Mona said, “That must be the pizza I ordered, go to the door and get it baby.” It was getting to be almost supper time. I got up and got some money, then answered the door. It was a young girl no more than nineteen. When I opened the door she just stood there staring at me in my onesie. Mona called from the living room, “Have her bring it to the kitchen would you?” I led her to the kitchen with my bulging behind in full view. I could tell she was stifling a laugh. She took the box out of the carrier bag and set it on the table, “That’s a, $14.89,” she said with a big grin on her cute face and I gave her a twenty and said, “Thanks.” Mona entered the kitchen and asked, “Did you give her a good tip diaper boy?” Mona was enthralling to everyone who sees her and the delivery girl was no exception. Her young eyes fairly sparkled at the site of Mona and she said, “Yes he did,” and blurted out, “is he mentally challenged or something?” She covered her mouth thinking she had been rude, but Mona said, “No, he’s just a typical dirty little boy who can’t keep from pooping in his pants.” She chuckled at this and left.
Mona strapped me into the high chair and put several pieces of pizza on the tray in front of me along with another bottle. She attached a bib and said, “Don’t make a mess baby, at least, not outside your diaper.” I ate and drank what she gave me alone. She had left the kitchen with a plate and a glass of wine. By the time I was finished I had to poop again. My diaper was wet and full and because of the restraints I couldn’t lift my self up to deposit another load. The pressure and cramping continued to build. I cried out in pain from a strong cramp and called for Mona. She came back, plate and glass empty and asked, “What’s wrong diaper boy?” I asked to be released and she asked why. “Because I’m finished with my pizza,” I said. “Oh, let me get you some more,” she said as though oblivious to my discomfort. Another cramp hit and I gasped out, “No!, please let me go.” “But why baby?” she asked. I couldn’t take it any more I said, “I need to poop,” I nearly shouted. “So poop, your diaper is already dirty.” I could barely speak, “Please, I can’t, strapped, Ugh, uh,…” She smile through this and finally relented. She slowly removed the tray and set it aside, then she undid the straps and I lifted my self and pushed, turning red in the face as a massive log moved through my sphincter. I got on my feet and stood there while Mona check out my ass. “I think it’s time we changed your stinky diaper,” she said and led me to the nursery.
She took the onesie off of me and peered in the back of my diaper. “I think we should do this in the shower she said and led me to the bathroom by the hand. She stood me in the shower in case my sagging diaper gave way and I watched her disrobe. A more perfect body doesn’t exist in this world. She joined me in the shower and pealed the diaper off of me, using the front of it to scrape off any residual poop. She set it outside the shower and then turned on the water. She scrubbed me from neck to toe. Then she bent me over and gave me a bare handed spanking on my wet ass. It stung horribly and she scolded, “I told you not to get yourself off, I warned you and you just wouldn’t listen. You are such a dirty, naughty little boy.” I was almost sobbing when she finished. She made me stand there and watch her dry herself and then she dried me. Back in the nursery she applied a generous coat of rash cream to my ass and then put a cloth diaper and plastic pants on me. She put the onesie back on me and put me in the crib. “Don’t you make a sound till your mommy gets home,” she threatened, put up the side rail and left me alone. I continued to cry though I couldn’t tell you why. I was sad I guess. She made me feel like I was bad. All at once I came to the conclusion that she had almost broken me. I got a grip and started to think about other things. Like fucking Mandy. Like being a daddy to her as my baby girl. A little strength returned to me and I laid back and smiled, Not yet Mona, not yet.
Mona returned with a bottle for me, it was just water. She put the nipple in my mouth and I grabbed the bottle. With out a word she left again. I thought about what I needed to do to stay strong. How to keep my focus on being an adult, a man. All the pleasure I derive from this has to do with being a man treated like a boy. If I let Mona regress me, I will just become the boy and I knew I didn’t want that. I drifted off to sleep again.
Dolly woke me up. She put the rail down and shook me until I turned to look into her pretty face. She smiled and said, “Everything ok diaper boy?” I wasn’t sure of an answer to that question. I had moved my bowels in my sleep and that was a bad thing as far as I was concerned. I didn’t remember dreaming about going. I didn’t wake up at all and go. I must be actually losing control. “I really missed you,” I said. “I can just imagine,” Dolly said with a knowing smirk. “Let’s get you changed before you pop your diaper pins.” I noticed that it was dark outside, so I must have been asleep for a while. My diaper was really full and it took Dolly a while to clean me up. She applied more cream and then put another cloth diaper on me, followed by plastic pants. She snapped the onesie closed and then let me walk with her to the living room where Sandy and Mona were talking. They grew quiet at our approach. Dolly sat me on a chair and went to refill my bottle. Sandy cheerily said, “How was your afternoon with Mona?” I looked at Mona and she flashed me a brilliant smile. I wasn’t sure if it was a warning or permission to speak candidly. “It was, um, long,” I said trying to tread carefully. Mona’s smile slacked slightly and there was a flash of anger in her sparkling eyes. Well, if I was screwed anyway I might as well plunge on, “In fact it was awful, if I had a choice in this,…” “Which you don’t,” Mona cut me off. “Yes, I see that,” I said and looked to Sandy for some support. She patted Mona’s knee and nodded for me to go on. “I understand the plan here,” I said, “I know what Mona is trying to do. At the risk of bringing down her further wrath, let me just say, I will not be turned into a toddler.” Mona broke in again, “just look at yourself baby boy. You are a toddler. You have to wear diapers, you can’t control yourself in any respect. This afternoon I caught him humping his crib mattress,” she said to Sandy. “Why would you expect us to treat you any differently?”
Dolly returned with the baby bottle and handed it to me right on cue to make Mona’s point. I wasn’t finished yet, “Look, you can make me wear the clothes, you can make me drink from a bottle, you can even make me fill my pants every hour with what ever you’ve been making me drink in those bottles, but I refuse to let go of being a man,…” As if plotting against me, my own body picked this moment to betray me and my face redden as I filled my diaper again. Mona said to Sandy, “See, he doesn’t even ask to use the toilet anymore. You married a big toddler and it’s about time he recognized this fact and stopped fighting it.” I finished pooping and looked at Sandy. I mopped the perspiration off my brow and must have looked very pathetic. ”Aw, I’m sorry honey, but you did have a choice. Almost two months ago, you chose this in a hotel room with Mandy. When I discovered you were pooping in your diapers when I was gone I figured out that this is what you really wanted. We put you in a situation to see if it was true and this is what you chose. So, here is the deal. You can have two days per week to be an adult, or at least as much of an adult as you can be. Mona and I will stay in the city on those days. The rest of the time you will be a toddler. You will submit to Mona and I, or anyone we choose.” I asked, “What is the alternative?” “The alternative little boy, is that you will regress fully and have no time to be an adult. If you think today was harsh you ain’t seen nothin’ yet,” Mona said with that smile that made me melt.
I hung my head. I knew that I wasn’t going to get a better deal than this. There was one more alternative, I could walk away from all of this. I would be poor, and fully incontinent not knowing if these treatments they have been giving me would wear off. I felt like a condemned man. The only hope I could hold on to was that maybe, some day, I could reverse the tables on Mona. “So, what’s it gonna be baby?” Sandy asked. I nodded my head. Mona made me lay across her lap. Her idea of a hand shake on this deal was a spanking, to cement the idea in my mind that she was undeniably in control. It was meant to humiliate rather than hurt. She then put me at her feet again. She and Sandy started to talk about other things as though I wasn’t there.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Mona asked as I crawled away. I was really bored and I just assumed they forgot I was even there. She got up and grabbed my ear. I crawled as fast as I could as she dragged me back to her chair. She put me over her lap and randomly spanked me while she continued to talk with Sandy. This was such a humiliating position to be in, my bulging ass up on her lap and my feet and head hanging down. She felt my body tense a bit as the next log started to emerge. She put her hand down on the load already there and applied pressure, keeping me from pushing it out. I gasped from the ensuing cramp. I tried to push it out again but she help firm and continued talking like she wasn’t doing anything. I had attracted Dolly’s attention and she asked me what was wrong. But before I could speak Mona said, “He is trying to poop in his pants again. It must be his favorite thing to do, see how hard he strains to make himself more of a mess.” She let up just at that moment and the force of my pushing really must have bulged out my ass as they all kind of laughed at me. Looking up I could see Dolly and Sandy looking at my behind. Mona patted at the ever expanding bulge and said, “Honestly, I don’t see how he can be an adult at all or why he complains about being treated like a little boy when he does things like this.”
I was so embarrassed. It really did look as though I was trying to poop. She was very good at this. Mona spoke up, “Dolly, be a dear please and go change Mr. Poopy pants. When you are done you can put him in his crib for the night.” “C’mon diaper boy, its beddy-bye time.” Dolly said as she had me crawl next to her back to the nursery. She had me lay on a changing pad on the floor. She unsnapped my onsie and pulled down my plastic pants. I could smell the urine but realized that there was very little odor from all the poop. In fact I was referred to as stinky pants a couple of times but there has only been a slight smell, more like old dirty diapers rather then the powerful stench of fresh poop. In addition I have noticed that my bowel movements had been very hard and relatively easy to clean up, not very sticky. I asked Dolly, “Just what is the stuff I have been drinking?” “I don’t know what it is but it sure produces some big results.” She said as she used the wet front of my diaper to wipe my ass. Putting it aside she used some wipes and cleansed me front and back. She grabbed two cloth diapers and put them together under me, “We don’t want you popping your pampers in the night, so it’s cloth diapers for a while.” She pinned them on snuggiy and let me stand while she shook out a fresh pair of plastic pants. She had me step into them and pulled them up over the thick diaper, tucking in here and there. She knelt in front of me and reached through my legs for the onsie, pulled it through and attached the snaps together. With a swat to my ass said, “Into the crib diaper boy.”
As I got situated, Mona arrived with a bottle. Since it was juice I knew it was mixed with the stuff. “So you get a full nights sleep,” she said putting the nipple in my mouth, “At least something will be full from your sleep.” She laughed at that and put the crib rail up. Dolly smile and shook her head and left. Mona stood there watching me, making sure I drank every last drop. “You really thought mommy was gonna save you today didn’t you? Well we’ll just see about your two days, I’ll take those away from you soon enough and I will break you little boy. I will have you regressed before you know it.” The rest in baby talk, “Sweet wittle baby boy, him with poopy pampers all the time, he is so gonna learn his pwace, isn’t he?” She turned and walked out, carrying the empty bottle. This woman was on a mission, but why? Discovering that would be her Achilles Heal. Somebody hurt her or made her feel like a child when she was growing up and if I could get that information I could use it to against her. Those psychology courses I took in college just to get to know that hot chick are going to pay off.
As I lay there drifting I wondered what happened to her. Her name was Terri and I so had a crush on her. I scored some points with her by helping her with some of the theories she had a hard time grasping. We started to date, just coffee, then a movie or two. She was aggressive and made the first move, I remember, kissing me at the end of our first date. I was hesitant to let it go further, I hadn’t really built up enough confidence in myself at that point in my life. She seemed to get a little anxious and after a party we went to, invited me in to her place. She was a little tipsy and I had had a few and after a little making out on her couch she slid her hand into my pants and discovered the diaper I was wearing. She jumped up and looked down at me saying, “What the hell?!?” I shrugged and told her my story and she laughed. I was stunned. She laughed and teased me. “You’re just big baby, I can’t believe I wasted my time on a big diaper wearing baby!” She just went to her bedroom and closed the door. I got up and left. She didn’t even acknowledge me when we saw each other after that. I don’t think she ever told anyone but it put me off dating for a long time. Yes, she was a miserable bitch and though I try not to wish harm on anyone, A little would be ok. Sleep took me.
The morning dawned bright and beautiful as a sexy Mandy crawled on top of me in the crib and awakened me with kisses. “I missed you baby boy, how was your Sunday, Hmmm?” She was straddling me in the crib and the kissing continued. She was wearing those cute little cut offs and as I reached around to cup her fine ass I started to become aroused. She felt it and said, “Oh, does baby boy wanna fuck me?” with a laugh. “Lets check you out first,” She said as she crawled off of me and unsnapped my onesie. Sliding a hand between my legs and under me she said, “Wow, that’s quite a load you gots in your diaper little boy.” And she pushed my onesie up my stomach and pulled the plastic pants down a bit, “And soaking wet too, you’ll just have to fuck me in the shower,” she stated. God it was nice to have her back.
She brought me to the bathroom and stripped the onesie off of me, and her shirt and shorts off of her. She took my plastic pants and diaper off in the shower and then turned on the water. She gave me a thorough cleaning and then turned off the water. I looked at her and then at my raging hard on. She laughed and said, “Oh don’t worry baby, I’m gonna fuck you, I just know that you are gonna poop soon and we need to get you diapered. She dried us both and rushed me back to the nursery. She put a disposable diaper on me and then had me get on my knees in the crib. She started to massage my ass through the diaper and I pushed a little. We were both rewarded as a massive log slid into my diaper. Mandy patted it for a bit saying, “That’s a good baby,” and she pushed me on my back and pulled out my cock. She pulled her shorts to the side and got on me. She moaned softly as I impaled her and started a slow rhythmic grind. I really loved this girl and she was truly the reason I could put up with all the rest of the abuse. We got off nearly at the same time and she stayed on top of me as I grew soft, snuggling up on my chest. She kissed me again and then got off saying, “Come on baby, it’s time for you to go see Mona.
I had to crawl beside Mandy as we went to the playroom. Mona was waiting for us and she attached me to the spanking table. She paddled me for ten minutes and lectured me about “my place” and that I was “just a naughty little boy.” When she finished Mandy took me back to the nursery for a diaper change, then to the kitchen for some breakfast. She gave me a bottle to drink while she prepared it and I could tell it was a mix of juice and the stuff that makes me poop. She fed me my breakfast and coffee in a sippy cup. Mandy seemed to really enjoy having me in the high chair, but I realized that her excitement was just her thinking about her turn in it on Tuesday. I couldn’t wait for tomorrow. An entire Mona free day, and I get to be the daddy. As she was feeding me she talked about our plans for today.
“We are gonna go to the zoo this morning and then we will have lunch in the park. After that we need to get you home for your nap. After your nap you get to spend some time again with Mona and then we are all going out for dinner.” I cringed at the mention of Mona time but she ignored it. “Then, after dinner, we are dropping you off at a baby sitter and we are going out clubbing,” she finished excitedly. “Hold the phone here,” I said, “Dropping me where?” “Well, we are having dinner in the city and we won’t have time to bring you all the way back home so we arranged for a sitter downtown.” “When you say we arranged, you mean Mona don’t you,” I said dejectedly. “Well, yes, but I’m sure it will be fine, we will pick you up in the morning.” Mona, the master of the curve ball, and who goes clubbing on a Monday night? I didn’t even want to imagine what she had arranged for the night. I just had to focus on tomorrow, the fun we would have with me in control.
Mandy released me from the high chair and led me back to the nursery. She changed my dirty diaper and then dressed me for the day in a t-shirt and short-alls. She packed a diaper bag and we headed out to the garage. She strapped me into the back seat in the Suburban and I noticed that the giant stroller was in the back. She got behind the wheel and we backed out to the street. On the way, Mandy took a turn I knew wouldn’t take us to the zoo. I started to ask when she said, “You didn’t think I was going to push you in that stroller by myself did you?” and laughed. We drove down a tree line street of nice middle class ranch homes. Sitting on the curb in front of one of them was Willow. She got in the front seat and turned to face me. “G’mornin’ baby boy, are you ready for some fun at the zoo,” she said in baby talk. I just smiled at her. Mandy asked her to give me a bottle and she crawled in the back seat with me and fed it to me. About half way to the zoo I filled my pants again.
When we arrived Mandy parked a little away from all the other cars in the parking lot. She and Willow got out and took the stroller out of the back. Then they got me out and told me to lie down in the back of the truck. Mandy started to unsnap the crotch of my short alls to change me when a van pulled in the space next to us. I couldn’t see it, but Mandy and Willow were trying to keep from laughing. It said St. Agnes Academy for Girls on the side of it. Willow leaned in and said to me, “I hope you like catholic school girls in uniform, because you are about to have your dirty diaper changed in front of about ten of them.”
There I was having the crotch unsnapped of the short-alls I was wearing as nearly a dozen catholic school girls, in white shirts with ties and plaid skirts came walking around the back of the truck. They spotted what was happening and they gathered around taking furtive looks around the truck for their teacher. “What’s going on?” “What’s happening?” ”What’s wrong with him?” all came in a hushed flurry. Willow turned to them and said in that deadpan, stoner voice, “We’re changing his dirty diaper, cause he pooped in his pants.” So matter of fact, like it was so obvious. There were more questions but they stopped as Mandy yanked the tapes open and exposed me and my messy diaper. “Ewww!” almost in unison came from the closest girls as they saw I did indeed have a poopy diaper. I heard a voice calling for the girls and most of them darted away. Two of them ducked down a bit and continued to watch. Mandy cleaned me up and teased me a bit to get me hard again. Then re-diapered me and closed up the snaps. The two that had watched smiled sweetly at me and then walked off to catch up with their class. I was helped to my feet and then put into the stroller. I was still red in the face from the audience. Willow produced another pacifier, neon blue, and popped it into my mouth. I saw the girls ahead entering the gate and was quite certain it wasn’t for the last time.
The pushed me in and we strolled though some of the exhibits. We stopped at a bench and another bottle was produced. Willow held it while I drank and the two girls that lingered for my diaper change walked up and started talking to Mandy. They were seniors at the academy and one of their classes was in the care of developmentally disabled children and adults. They talked about the institution that was part of their campus. They asked Mandy what level of development I was at. “I would say he is like a five year old, only he isn’t potty trained.” As if on cue, my bowels started to move and strapped into the stroller, I wasn’t able to push it out. Willow saw that I was in distress and asked what was wrong. I told her I needed to get out of the stroller. She let me loose and helped me stand. Mandy and the girls were watching very closely as I doubled over and pushed out a huge load. “See, he can walk and talk but he needs to wear diapers,” she said patting the new lump in my shorts. They each stepped up and felt my ass. “How often do you get to change him,” one of them asked. I thought to myself that I had another Mandy here because there was a light in her eyes seeing me like this. Mandy told them that they would wait till later and put me back in the stroller sitting on the lump I made. They both leaned down and cooed at me, “You are such a cutie!” and wandered off.
I was given another bottle to drink but allowed to hold it myself as they continued to push me around the zoo. We passed another group of the school girls and there was a little laughter and pointing. It actually became a little boring and I dozed for a while in the stroller. I woke up with another urgent need to poop. I wasn’t moving and I couldn’t really see behind me but Mandy and Willow were no where in site. I cramped and gasped. I didn’t want to call out for them, it might attract unwanted attention. I felt around behind me where the straps buckled but I couldn’t reach. Another cramp hit and I yelped. Panting now, I notice the two school girls walking toward me. I didn’t really want to talk to them but I was in desperate need. They noticed that I was in trouble and they came over to me. “What’s the matter cutie?” the blond one asked me. “I need to get up right now,” I gasped. The brunette said, “Aw, he’s gotta poop again.” She undid the latch behind me and the blond helped me up. I pushed more into my diaper as they watched. They talked to each other as though I didn’t understand them, “He sure has a full diaper, do you think we should just put him back in the stroller?” “I don’t see a diaper bag so we can’t change him.” Putting a hand on my bulging shorts, “He really poops a lot, feel this…” Another hand on my butt. “Where do you think his care takers went?” “I don’t know, it’s pretty irresponsible for them to leave him.” I finally spoke up, before they called the police, “Um, girls? I’m not disabled. The girls were just humiliating me by saying I was a five year old.” They both looked at me and laughed. The blond said, “Then why do you poop in your pants?” I just sort of shrugged and Mandy and Willow came out of the near by restroom. They joined us and asked what was so funny. They were let in on the joke and they continued to humiliate me as the strapped me back into the stroller. It was getting on towards lunch and they said their good byes and we left the zoo.
Mandy and Willow changed me again in the back of the suburban, stowed the stroller and we were off to a park for a picnic lunch. We arrived at a huge park and we walked though a wooded area till we found a very secluded spot. Mandy spread out a blanket and Willow started to unpack our lunch. Mandy fed me another bottle as I lay with my head in her lap. They took turns feeding me. When we finished lunch we sprawled out together on the blanket and talked. Mandy had her hand on Willows tight ass and was just massaging her cheeks and all of a sudden, Willow jumped on Mandy and started kissing her. They rolled around together making out and caressing each other. Then they turned their attentions toward me. They were kissing me and each other and it was awesome. I was so into our little make out session that I hardly noticed that I filled my diaper again. Willow discovered that I had pooped while rubbing my ass and said she wanted to fuck the dirty diaper boy. The straps on my short-alls were released and they were pulled off of me. I was pulled out of the diaper and Willow, wearing a short skirt and no undies, climbed aboard. She moved very slowly, grinding and humping me. She was building to a slow climax and she started to moan. Mandy shimmied out of her shorts and straddled my head facing Willow. They kissed as I strained up to lap at Mandy’s pussy, while staring at her gorgeous ass. What a site we must have been. As Willow climaxed she changed places with Mandy and I lapped at Willow through her orgasm aftershocks. Mandy started to scream and that was enough to make me erupt. The girls fell into me and we panted and gasped in a little heap together.
Mandy put her shorts back on and they changed my diaper. The short-alls were put back on me and we packed up and headed for home. I certainly could use that nap. There was one more bottle for me to drink on the way home. Mona was waiting at the door when we arrived and I was treated to another spanking before I was put in my crib. Sore and tired I drifted off to sleep.
I was roused out of my nap by a very impatient Mona. “Let’s go Mr. Poopy Pants, we need to get you punished and cleaned up and dressed for dinner.” I guessed I had been asleep for a couple of hours. My diaper felt snug as a result of filling it in my sleep with several loads and pee. Mona had brought a paddle in to the nursery with her and put me over her lap right there. She started in on my bulging behind with as much force as she could muster. It almost felt as though she were pushing my poop back into my ass. At each rest, she said, “You are just a naughty little boy, you aren’t even worthy of my attention.” Then it started again. During the third beating I started to poop again. Of course she could tell and she brought the paddle down even harder as I tried to push the log out, forcing it back in. This went on for a painful ten minutes. Again it felt like I was getting fucked. The pain was great but the stimulation was exquisite and I came lying across her lap. As I twitched she massaged my back side, rubbing her hand over the bulge. She finally said, “No control at all. Go wait in the bathroom for your baby sitter.” Allowing me to stand and walk out. Mandy showed up to wash me in the shower, she was already naked and looked a little flushed. “What happened to you?” I asked and she smiled and said, “Willow and Dolly happened to me.” She pulled off my short-alls and t-shirt leaving the diaper to be removed in the shower. She peeled it off of me, turned on the water and scrubbed me clean.
“You get to dress like a big boy tonight,” Mandy said as she diapered me back in the nursery. She pulled an under shirt on me and then picked out a nice suit. She dressed me and led me into the living room where Mona and Dolly were sitting, talking. Mona and Dolly both looked at Mandy appreciatively and smiled. She walked slowly, sexily, out of the room, to get dressed. Mona and Dolly looked spectacular, all dolled up. I moved to sit and then looked at Mona for permission, not sure why I did it. She smiled and nodded, with a victorious look. I sat moodily and said nothing. The conversation turned to me when Mandy asked, “Who’s the baby sitter for tonight?” “She’s a student of mine,” Mona said, “Her specialty is humiliation scenarios and is looking forward to having him to play with tonight.” Inwardly I cringed. If she is looking to impress Mona, it will be a very bad night for me. My beautiful bride entered and I was reminded why I married her in the first place. She was decked out to the nines and looked amazing. She swooped down to me and gave me a kiss. It was just like old times for a moment. I smiled at Mona, tempting fate and was rewarded with a bit of a scowl. Sandy caught it too and didn’t looked please, my smile broadened. I knew I was gonna pay for this but I just couldn’t help myself. Dolly mixed some drinks and I was given another bottle.
Eventually all were ready and we prepared to depart when I filled my diaper again and they waited while Mandy changed me. Then we left. We dined at a very upscale restaurant and everything was great until I pooped again. Like I said before, there wasn’t a lot of odor, but enough to be noticed and Mona excused herself and took me into the ladies room to be changed. There was a sofa in there and she made me lie on it. Their were several women in the room and they all looked surprised when we entered together. The restroom was divided with another door leading to the actual stalls. This outer area contained a vanity area to sit in front of a large mirror and along the other wall was the sofa. Mona begged the women’s forgiveness saying, “I’m sorry for the intrusion, but this one has a dirty diaper and there really is no other place to change him.” I stared straight at the floor hoping to be sucked down in the direction of my gaze. Mona received some nods of ascent and she removed my suit coat and pants. She pushed me back on the couch and opened the diaper bag she carried in with her and proceeded to change me. Most of the older women just ignored what was happening and left but a few of the younger women watched with rapt attention. I understood how this could be fascinating in its own right, but Mona had a quality that made everything she did worth watching. I blushed furiously as she exposed me and the mess I had made to these upscale women. It was even worse as she cleaned me with the baby wipes. There is nothing quite as emasculating as having a woman clean your poopy behind as other women watch. Of course Mona put on quite a show of it all. Re-diapered and redressed we were back at our table and I could feel the eyes of every other diner upon me. I was filled with the mixed emotions of wanting this to end so we could get out of here and never wanting it to end so I didn’t have to face the new baby sitter.
Well as all things must, dinner came to an end and as I walked out I couldn’t help but catch the stares of some of the female patrons and the questioning looks of there companions as to what was so fascinating about me. Those would be some interesting after dinner conversations. Back in the car, Mona sat next to me and whispered in my ear, “Elizabeth is going to make me very happy tonight.” Even her name to me some how denoted cruelty. They entire drive to this baby sitter’s place, Mona whispered little things in my ear filling me with a profound sense of dread. We arrived at a brownstone in the middle of a city block. Mona took me in alone. She hit the buzzer and a spectacular strawberry blond girl no more than twenty-five opened the door. She had hazel eyes and a cruel smirk on her face. She was wearing thigh high leather boots, matching leather short-shorts and a cropped top T that read “Your worst nightmare” across her exquisite breasts. Mona said, “Hello Elizabeth,” kissed her and handed her the diaper bag. “Please come in Mistress,” she said and we entered. Once inside I was commanded to get on all fours by Mona. “There is a change of clothing in the diaper bag. He poops in his pants about every forty-five minutes now and he constantly wets. He was particularly naughty this afternoon so I expect he will be thoroughly punished. A cute girl named Mandy will be by for him in the morning, Make sure he is too tired to do anything but sleep all day tomorrow.” They kissed again, passionately and then Mona left.
“Well,” Elizabeth said looking down at me, “You either love to be abused by women or you are the dumbest son of a bitch I ever met. Pissing off Mona, that is just unheard of. So which is it?” I looked up at her and decided that honesty was the better path. “I guess it’s a little of both.” She smiled and bid me to follow her. I crawled into a room filled with all sorts of appliances whose purpose could only be to remove ones dignity. She looked through the diaper bag and found a onesie. “Let’s get you out of those adult clothes and into something more appropriate,” she said and helped me to my feet. She took off my suit, sox and shoes and pulled the onesie over my head. Kneeling she snapped it closed. “There, now you are ready for some fun.” The word fun being very subjective I was sure. She attached my wrists to some leather straps hanging from the ceiling and manacled my ankles with an expandable bar making me stand spread eagle. She walked around me, touching me, feeling the diaper under my onesie. She stood behind me, arms around me with her hands on either side of my crotch, her knee up between my legs. I became aroused and she said, “This could be difficult. How should I humiliate some one who is already so pathetic. You’re starting to poop in your pants, aren’t you?” I didn’t need to answer. I was sure she could feel the massive load expanding against her thigh which was pressing against my ass. “Yup, you are pathetic. That gives me an idea, “ she said and walked out of the room.
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