Auntie Joan Part 5

This story is written by Les Lea

There is something about being in a thick diaper. You walk differently. Yes, a waddle of course but something else, the thicker padding causes an amble that makes you feel… ‘toddlersome’. With the extra fabric I sense, with each step, my legs being slightly forced apart, my hips swing more and I have to ‘shake’ every now and then to un-bunch the folds of material. It isn’t a big movement but one that makes me feel, well, makes me feel my diaper is an important part of me. Now I’m getting used to the warm, wet and satisfying feeling of peeing in it… I like it even more.

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Auntie Joan was continuing her thoughts about the rooms.
“But, for as long as you want and desire your childhood, we have this room as well.”
Her hand swept over the improved nursery.
“You choose where you want to sleep and how…”
My warm diaper had transformed me to a three year-old and my mind wandered. I wriggled in the wet delight and looked over at the piles of diapers at the change station hoping I’d get to wear them all before I had to go back to being a ‘big boy’. The very thought of being anything but what I now was I found frightening. I loved being auntie’s ‘good little boy’, I felt at my most comfortable when I was well-padded and now I’d learned how to have fun, I was in no hurry to return to a school of my peers; Molly, William and the others back at Rainbow were now my peers.
I’d only just promised auntie I’d be her ‘little boy’ and now that I was, I would do anything to stay that way. I instinctively knew that she wouldn’t want me to change, that any change would be forced on her by government rules. I just hoped that she would delay the inevitable for as long as possible.

I wanted my diaper, I wanted my short shorts, I wanted colourful and juvenile clothes, cartoons, lullabies, mad bursts of energy followed by naps. I wanted to hold hands when we went out, I wanted to know that crying wasn’t seen as a sissy thing to do but what was expected from a child with limited vocabulary. I wanted to be loved as you would and should love a toddler. With Auntie Joan I got that and more… and I wasn’t going to give it up if I could help it.

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I was sitting in the bubble-filled bath feeling a bit sad but auntie was kneeling by the side and encouraging me to play with a couple of toy boats she’d added. I half-heartedly sailed them around.
“Dean, sweetie, I want you to be a happy little boy for as long as possible.”
She squeezed the sponge over my head and the resulting warm cascade was very soothing.
“We have to face up to the fact that things change and I want it so… well… it isn’t a trauma when it happens. However, I don’t want my best little boy to worry. It’s going to be a while before any changes happen and…”

She stroked my short wet hair and looked me in the eye.
“There’s nothing to stop you being a little boy when you come home from big boy school now is there?”
She looked at me to see if there was a happy response in my eyes but at that moment I just sighed and shrugged and let auntie continue bathing me.
Once finished and dried I was again made ready for bed. The oil she spread over my body, and the obvious pleasure she got from making sure it was thoroughly rubbed in, made me smile. She was doing her best and I was coming round to accepting that we had started on a ‘relationship’ that neither of us really knew where or when it would end. I didn’t like these adult thoughts and I hoped they would be my last, but thankfully auntie was going to be there for whatever happened and more importantly, for whatever I needed.

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I bucked up as a shower of baby powder covered my lower half and I could see she had already pre-folded my night time diaper. It had the thick pad in place and she deftly slipped it under my bum, lifted up my legs and adding more powder to my bottom and genitals before taking the huge pins and securing me in. This time she snapped me into a thick pair of bright yellow vinyl pants and pulled an equally bright yellow onesie over my head and snapped that into place.
“Where is he?”
She hid her face behind her hands before quickly reappearing.
“There he is.”
She was playing the simplest and silliest baby game going and I was giggling. It was a joke because I was laid there in the brightest yellow possible, a beacon of visibility, and no one could have lost me looking like that.

She did the same routine a couple more times before I was laughing so much I thought I might pee myself again. Auntie took my hand and helped me to my feet. There it was again, that wonderful, bulky feeling that made me feel so… special.
We waddled down stairs together and she sat me on the couch to watch more TV. This time she’d set a DVD going that was really just a parade of childish cartoons, which I loved, because I remembered that a couple of the kids back at Rainbow were wearing some of these characters on their clothes and I didn’t know who they were.

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Auntie went off to the kitchen to get some snacks and I settled on my tummy in front of the screen to enjoy what was happening. My bulky front making me wriggle to get comfortable, I could only imagine what I looked like from behind but, I knew auntie (and I) would both approve.
She was away about ten minutes but when she returned gone were the cookies and Sippy cup I’d expected, instead was warm milk in a baby’s bottle. Auntie settled on the sofa and then patted the space by her side inviting me to join. I crawled into the crook and she immediately hugged me then turned so that I was on my back but facing her. She hadn’t said anything, just smiled and waited for me to decide if this was something I wanted. I wasn’t sure but I knew it was something else auntie had decided I needed so happily complied.
The rubber teat slipped between my lips with ease. Once she was sure I was comfy she tipped the bottle up and let me feed, sucking it down in a rhythm I didn’t know I had (perhaps it’s a natural bodily response to a nipple that never really leaves you). The drink was warm banana and vanilla flavoured milk and wonderful to taste as it slipped gratifyingly down my throat.
As she held me close I could feel the warmth of her body radiating the love I so craved. I snuggled deeper into that embrace and as I sucked I felt both small and soothed. There was nothing about this process that I didn’t find enjoyable, especially as she patted and rubbed my padding in time to the rhythm of my nursing.

The cartoon on the television was still going but auntie had reduced the sound and hummed a little tune as I finished the milk. I was so relaxed I was almost asleep but auntie still held and gently rocked me as I dozed. Her fingers were softly making patterns on my tummy and occasionally she’d pat out a tempo on my vinyl protection.

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I’d dozed so much and come round again that I had no idea of the time as she led me up to my room. This time she drew back the cover on the new bed and invited me to climb in. I really wanted to get into the other, I liked the feeling of security and childishness that the rails offered but, I couldn’t deny it, the new bed, with my choice of covers (colourful cartoon animals) was equally welcoming. I was reluctant of this change at first but climbed in anyway and was immediately engulfed in the new, clean and fresh linen. My bare legs felt the novelty of new sheets and a shiver of cool pleasure ran through my body.

She pulled the covers up to my chin and kissed me goodnight. I wondered where my teddy was but auntie just laid the pale blue fleecy blanket I’d chosen in the shop next to my head. Its soft fluffiness tickled my cheek so pulled it in and hugged the fuzzy material close. I can’t explain how wonderful and calming it felt but my mind was suddenly empty of all those earlier awful and worrying thoughts. Now, as I slipped into dreamland, I had never been more snug, cosy or secure.

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My tummy was full, my brain was empty and I was in the most wonderful place when auntie turned off the light and wished me “sweet dreams”. I snuggled up to my security blanket and for some reason my thumb found its way between my lips. I suppose the baby’s bottle earlier had got me thinking of sucking on something but I wasn’t even thinking of a reason as I happily suckled my own digit.

I woke up late in the night and could barely make out anything in the room. There was hardly any light coming in through the window and auntie had not fitted a nightlight, which I thought I might mention at some point. There were only vague shadows being cast and I could make out the bulky contours of the closet. Strangely, there was one part of the room that did catch what little light there was and I could see the outline of my plastic pants hung on the rail above the changing table. Oddly enough I must have found this reassuring because I soon closed my eyes and drifted back to sleep. However, this time my dream was very different.

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Neither auntie or uncle, or mom or dad, made an appearance; instead I was in the woods where I was playing with a green beaver (like the one on my covers). We’d been chasing each other, along with a red deer and purple bird, all over the place; in and out of the dappled leafy glades, through the bracken, over grassy hills and back to the ultra-blue meandering river. However, one of the little streams that flowed into the river was blocked by logs. The beaver said he hadn’t done it but was admiring the natural dam that had clogged its course.
Unfortunately, further downstream, the water flow had stopped and large orange fish were distressingly flapping around in the tiny puddles that were left. We knew we had to do something to save them so we all pulled and pushed at the woody obstruction. The beaver was gnawing as quickly as he could, the bird was fluttering around hoping to dislodge any twigs with the beat of its wings, whilst I was straining as I took hold of a large log that seemed stuck and to be causing most of the trouble. I was sweating from the effort. I pulled and pushed, gripped and tugged, twisted and turned and eventually, with a huge, straining heave, I could feel the entire structure begin to give way. Soon the water began to trickle through the gap we’d made, which was rapidly followed by the entire dam disintegrating, releasing the water, the woody obstruction being forced apart and swiftly turning the empty stream into a raging torrent.
I suddenly woke up pleased with the success of the mission. The morning sun was already beating at the blinds trying to get in and I was lying in… in… Oh God… what had I done?

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The feeling of accomplishment was fleeting as I realised just what had happened.
I was in shock.
I could smell, as well as feel, the mess that was occupying my night time protection and I didn’t know what to do. I was stunned that my body should betray me in such a way but I had no idea how to deal with it. I didn’t dare move in case I made matters worse. I didn’t dare look in case I’d made a mess all over my new pristine sheets, I was completely horror struck that I’d done something that I couldn’t remember ever having done before. I’m sure as a child it happened but it wasn’t something I recalled but at that moment, I was as helpless as a new-born baby.
As I lay there wondering if I should try and waddle to the bathroom auntie bowled in with her usual morning enthusiasm.
“Morning sweet…”

She obviously detected something was wrong as she pulled back the blinds and opened the window. Even a wonderful sunny Kansas morning couldn’t help the situation.
She returned to my bedside and looked down as I squirmed in my shame.
“Has my little Poppet had a bit of an accident?”

There was no anger in her voice just a question that obviously needed no response from me.
She pulled back the covers to reveal my yellow onesie and my burgeoning diaper.
I felt guilty, ashamed and scared of my own body. How could it do this?

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Auntie was of course immediately reassuring.
“Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll soon have my little chick,” I think she was jokingly referring to my extreme yellow outfit, “all clean and spruced up.”
She helped me from my bed. I tentatively moved, desperate not to dislodge anything that was trapped in my diaper, and was relieved to see my plastic protection hadn’t leaked.
Auntie guided me over to the new, reinforced and larger padded plastic changing area and had me lay out. I kept saying how sorry I was but she just smiled and got on with the clean-up. She cautiously released the onesie and the vinyl pants snaps, which revealed the fabric diaper looking like it had been through several muddy puddles. It was discoloured and I closed my eyes trying not to think of the horror I supposed was waiting for auntie once she unpinned the soggy thing.
“OK Poppet everything is alright. Don’t worry, auntie will see to it.”
Her reassurance was constant but the guilt hung heavily, like my diaper.
“It’s natural sweetheart. Don’t be upset, even good boys have accidents so don’t let it worry you. I’ll soon have you looking as cute as always.”

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The stench was overpowering to me but auntie just rolled up the offending article and put it straight into the waiting pail. Thankfully, the change station was well-equipped for such emergencies and a huge carton of wet wipes suddenly became the centre of my world as she slowly swabbed the mess from my nether region. The damp, menthol-smelling wipes were cool to my skin so came as a bit of a shock as she applied the first one.
She could see I was on the verge of tears so her encouragement was most welcome. I’d always assumed that I wouldn’t ever fill my diaper in such a way, that I would be able to control that particular side of my bodily function, but now?
The fact it was of no concern to auntie and that, judging by her words and tone, it was just something little boys do, made me less anxious. However, I didn’t really want to watch so closed my eyes and let her get on with what she had to do.

She was of course incredibly thorough, bringing in a bowl of warm water and cloth to re-mop the entire area. With all the products and supplies she needed now at a more accessible height; I was daubed in more protecting cream and covered in powder. She then grabbed a couple of disposables and taped me in before finding a large pair of opaque plastic pants to drag over it all. She went to the closet and pulled out a pink and blue onesie that had an aeroplane on the front, which snapped neatly between my legs holding the bulky structure tightly together. Then she shuffled up a pair of very loose, elasticated denim style shorts to finish. It wasn’t as smart as yesterday’s outfit but looked more playful and I suppose, juvenile but I still felt happy wearing it.
Despite the horror that had been in my diaper, it had only taken auntie a few minutes to clean me up, get me dressed and ready for my day at Rainbow. I inspected my new outfit in the mirror and thought how much more I looked the part and hoped I’d fit in better now I appeared more infantile.

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By 7.30am I was already crawling around with Simon and Kate, two four year-olds, who wanted me to join them, because of the plane on my chest, to make an airport. There were a number of different sized toy planes, some you just pushed but others that made a noise and worked with a clockwork engine. We had a long runway that we swept the planes up and down, taking off and landing and asking permission from the Lego control tower when we could take our turn. It was great fun but, as more kids arrived, our noisy, busy runway got shorter and shorter so in the end we abandoned that and went to play with some toy cars in the corner where a garage was set.
The day followed the same pattern as the day before but was completely different. I made other friends and we played different games together. We coloured in, we built, we ran around, we listened to stories, we got checked, we got changed and we napped. We laughed, we cried (well I didn’t but some did) we hugged and we pretended, we pretended we were grown up, which was… fun.

At one point I was growling like a lion and chasing around after a group of other kids pretending to be very savage and attempting to eat them for my dinner. The kids were screaming in delight as I was on all-fours chasing and roaring my complete fiercest when almost five year-old Deborah came up to me, spanked me hard on my padded bottom and said very loudly.
“Naughty kitty, you’re scaring Julie.”
I was so surprised by this intervention that I sat back on my haunches and felt thoroughly chastised by this girl.
Julie was indeed looking a bit scared but all the others were laughing and liked me chasing them around but Deborah was having none of it.
“Stop scaring people.”
She wagged her finger and though I wasn’t going to cry, she seemed so grown up in her attitude that I did feel ashamed and thought if I didn’t stop she was going to spank me again as punishment.

That authority came from the fact that she didn’t wear a diaper. She was confident and potty trained, and we ‘little babies,’ still wearing our thick protection, felt she must know best.
In fact she was very proud of the fact she was toilet trained. Like all the kids at Rainbow, because of the heat, we wore as little as possible. Her pretty little flowery dress was short, so every time she spun or bent over or just played in general, everyone could see the lack of a diaper and her silky matching little panties. She wasn’t a bully, in fact she seemed to see it as her job to look out for the younger, easily scared or upset members of the group and make it right for them. She was helpful and considerate and the staff liked her because of her empathy with other kids.
As I reeled back under her wagging finger I could feel my body try and retreat into itself and without any help from me, I wet myself.
The other kids I’d been chasing obviously thought the same of Deborah as I did because they immediately settled down under her stern words and I’m sure I wasn’t the only one to let go a fearful pee.
My diaper wasn’t checked again so I had a heavy load to carry with me all the way home.

This story is written by Les Lea

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The Baby Sitter App Part 5

This story is written by fuzzybunny

Potty and Bath Time

Jeff kept looking at the time as he tried his best to hold his bladder.

“Are you going to make it. Let’s see how much longer.” Jeff said as he laughed and looked over at the timer.

“You have a little over seven minutes left. I don’t think you can make it.” Jeff said as he laughed. Jeff just kept staring and trying his best to look away at the time and think about something else.

“Baby Chase it will be ok. I’ll make sure you can get changed.” Jeff chuckled. Chase just looked away at him and kept looking down the whole time at his potty.

“Now, what kind of pjs do you want to wear for bed tonight. Would you like space themed ones or the ones that have little animals all over them.” Jeff asked Chase. But Chase didn’t answer back, he just kept staring down.

“Well I can choose for you. So what kind of diapers do you want to wear tonight. Cloth or disposable.” Jeff said as he looked at Chase. Chase picked his head up and glared at him.

“You will be in diapers tonight my little baby. Now let’s see how long. Five more minutes. How you are holding out.” Jeff said as he looked at Chase. Chase just looked at the timer, the time just seemed to be going slow. After a few moments of Chase squirming and Jeff laughing at the situation, there was only two minutes left on the timer.

“Last two minutes it seems.” Jeff said as he got up and walked over to Chase.

“Maybe you can make it after all.” Jeff said as he giggled and patted Chase on the back.

Chase and Jeff, watched the timer count all the way down to zero. Chase just began to smile behind his pacifier as he began to squirm on the seat of the potty as the pressure on his bladder was about to burst open.

“Huh, so you made it huh. Well you did good. So, I guess, I can let you out and you can use the restroom by yourself. I’ll give you some privacy.” Jeff said with a smirk on his face. Jeff unstrapped Chase’s wrist and waist strap and helped Chase up.

“Alright bud, you can use anyone of these. I’ll be outside if you need me. You only have five minutes to go, so make it count.” Jeff said as he walked out the room and locked the door behind him. Chase sighed in relief as he began to pull down his shorts but noticed they wouldn’t budge. Chase tried to pull them down again, but it didn’t seem to work. He looked down and saw that he was still wearing a locking belt on the pants. Chase tried to pull at it and tried to take it off, but it wouldn’t come off.

“No. He couldn’t have thought about this. He knew that this would happen.” Chase thought to himself as he began to squeeze his legs together to hold back the impending doom. Chase began to pull on the belt for the next couple of minutes but to no avail.

“No, this can’t be happening. I can’t pee myself. I’m a big boy.” Chase said as he fell to his knees with tears in his eyes. The pressure began to let loose, and a few drops made into his pull up.

“No. No. No.” Chase thought to himself as the flood gates let loose and he started to fill his pullup with his piss. Chase just began to sob quietly behind his paci gag as he pullup began to expand with warmth and liquid. After a few moments, Chase was finally done and stood up the best he could with out trying to make his situation any worse. The first thing he noticed was how much the pullup sagged but also how much liquid it held and the warmth on both sides. Then there was a knock at the door.

“Are you done yet Chase…” Jeff said as he paused a bit and looked at Chase. Jeff could see on Chase’s face and could see the tears in his eyes. Jeff could also tell by the sag in between his pants, from the soggy pullups.

“So, are you wet.” Jeff asked. Chase didn’t answer and held his head down in shame.

“Well take care of this.” Jeff said as he walked over in front of Chase and squished the front of the pullup. Chase was taken back and squirmed a bit.

“Yeah, your soaked. Well the good news is, you didn’t leak on your clothes. Don’t worry about it pal, so now let’s get you into the bath.” Jeff said as he held out his hand. Chase didn’t take his hand and just stared at him.

“I know buddy, once we get you cleaned up, you should feel great.’ Jeff said as he grabbed Chase’s hand and pulled him out of the room. Chase was pulled down the hallway, all the while his soggy pullup was going back and forth in-between his legs. They finally reached the room that was labeled, Bath and walked inside. Once inside, there were other guys there that were already in the bath tubs or already getting dried off. The room had at least five bathrooms that lined up against the wall and each station had bathing supplies, trash cans, kiddie toys, clothes hamper and towels underneath.

“Ok, you ready for your bath. Are you going to behave? It won’t take us that long.” Jeff said as he pulled Chase over to an empty bath tub and began to undress Chase. Jeff quickly pulled Chase’s shoes and tossed them into the hamper. Jeff then took off the locking belt and shorts and placed them in the hamper with the rest.

“Alright let’s get this wet thing off you.” Jeff said as he tore the sides of the pullup and threw the wet pullup away. Chase quickly took his hands and covered his privates, to try and keep his modesty. “Don’t worry about that, I’m going to be seeing it a lot more this weekend, so you better get use to it.” Jeff said. Chase just looked down and placed his hands at his side as he stood there with his lower half naked.

“My, you sure had to go, didn’t you? I wish you would had made it.” Jeff said as he chuckled and took off Chase’s shirt and tossed it in the hamper.

“And finally, the paci gag. If you begin to yell I will place it back on you. Got it.” Jeff said. Chase shook his head yes and Jeff unstrapped it and placed it under the table.

“Alright get in.” Jeff said as he began to run the water warm in the bathtub. Chase was quiet as got into the tub and let the water cover him. Chase sat there in amazement about how big the tub was. But that soon left his mind as the water began to rise and his body began to relax.

“That should be enough.” Jeff said as he cut the water off. Jeff grabbed a wash cloth and soap and began to lather it up.

“Alright just relax and let me do this ok. I’m getting your whole body.” Jeff said.

“Ok. Yes Daddy.” Chase said as he closed his eyes and leaned back. For some reason he just submitted to being bathed, it reminded of the time when he was younger. It was weird and somewhat wrong, but it felt good.

Jeff began to scrub Chase’s body from head to toe. Jeff got every nook and cranny on his body until he was satisfied. The whole time Chase just went with it and kept his mind cleared and eyes closed.

“Alright, now for your hair.” Jeff said as he got the shampoo and poured some into Chase’s hair. Chase kept his eyes closed as Jeff began to scrub his hair until he was done. Jeff quickly rinsed off hair and started to drain the tub.

“You ready to get out, stand up for me please.” Jeff said as he held a towel in his hand. Chase stood up in the tub and reached for the towel, but Jeff held onto it.

“I’ll dry you off.” Jeff said as took the towel and softly began to wipe him down from top to bottom. Jeff took his time as he dried his bottom and private parts softly. Chase just stood there, going with the flow. Jeff took the towel and wrapped Chase’s lower half and picked him up like a toddler and took him out into the hallway.

“You did good. Are you ready for bed yet?” Jeff asked softly.

“No. Not really.” Chase said as he looked around while being carried. He was shocked on how strong Jeff was but simply ignored it.

“How about I read you a story, before bed.” Jeff said.

“Maybe.” Chase said as he mumbled as they entered the room, that was labeled as Chase’s nursery. Jeff entered the room and quickly locked the door behind him. Chase’s eyes began to wonder as he saw the room. The room had all the same baby furniture, but it was made for an adult. The walls were light blue and had an animal border theme.

Jeff quickly laid Chase on the changing table and took off his towel, leaving him naked on the table. Chase was still looking around, stunned by all the sights and smells. Jeff quietly took the Chase’s hands and placed them in restraints on top of his head.

“Hey…what…what is going on.” Chase said as he tried to pull free, but he was stuck.

“I told you. Your wearing a night time diaper, so cloth or disposable. And the next one is, space ship theme sleep suit or animal theme.” Jeff said as he laughed.

“I don’t want any of them” Chase said as he began to raise his voice and squirm. Jeff just easily grabbed his feet and placed each of his feet into restraints.

“My goodness, you sure are cranky. I think you might need another bottle but let’s get you dressed and into bed and then maybe a bottle.” Jeff said as he reached down and grabbed the baby powder.

“No. I’m not a baby. I don’t need diapers or a sleep suit. I want to go home. Please. Please let me go.” Chase yelled as he pulled against the restraints with tears in his eyes, but it was no use. Jeff just giggled as he saw his little baby boy struggle naked on the table as tears began to form on his face.

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The baby business part 6

Copyright (c) 1995 by Babydoc.

When Doug went back inside and slowly climbed the stairs that led up to his bedroom and bathroom, he was still more than a little uneasy about putting himself in the Mrs. Warren’s hands so completely. On the other hand, he couldn’t figure out how she could take advantage of him. I mean, I have the contract, he thought. And the test is so straightforward. A better test would be to sit in the tub for SIX hours, he thought. Three hours is almost too easy. I guess she could try to cheat by just leaving me there or something, but in that case I simply wouldn’t agree to join the program. This sets me up for getting something if I win, with no chance to lose.

Three hours, he thought. I could do that with a QUART of Gatorade. And she admitted that anyone who was continent wouldn’t have a problem. Well, he figured, I’m as close to being perfectly continent as anyone. I haven’t had an accident since I was three or four. Never wet the bed. In fact, I’ve always wondered why I was turned on by diapers; I don’t even recall ever having been in them…oh, well, whatever. After today, in any case, I don’t know that I’ll ever go out and buy or wear them any more. Too risky.

Doug hid the contract away under his mattress, for lack of a better place. Then he went into his bathroom and sat down on the edge of the tub. His bladder and bowels were feeling great and totally empty. His only worry was whether Mrs. Warren would keep her promise and leave him alone after he passed this “test.” But so far she’d seemed rational; surely she’d admit she was wrong after he proved himself to her. Overall, he was starting to feel very confident: things had looked bleak several minutes before with all that spanking talk, but now it looked like this would just be a three-hour wrinkle in an apparently normal day.

After about two minutes, he heard some noise down in the kitchen, and another minute or two later Mrs. Warren joined him in the bathroom. She had her bag of restraints and a glass from his cupboard filled with what looked to him like Gatorade. She cheerfully instructed him to sit down in the tub, facing away from the drain. He found this slightly uncomfortable because he couldn’t lean back without pressing the hard faucet into his back. She told him not to worry, that she’d take care of that. In the meantime, she put a leather cuff on each wrist and then one on the shower head above him. These were all locked with small padlocks. She then attached a small, long chain to one cuff, ran it up through the cuff on the shower head, and attached it to the cuff on the other hand. This brought his hands up to about a foot above his head. He found he couldn’t bring his hands down even to rest on his head.

Mrs. Warren also took a short cord and ran it from a belt loop on the back of his jeans to the faucet behind him. He really couldn’t move his body or his arms at all. The arrangement was simple and effective. She must have done this often, he realized. She disappeared for a second, returning with a small pillow to tuck behind his back so he wouldn’t be so uncomfortable leaning back for three hours.

Finally she brought out a little clock, which she set on the toilet seat in plain view. “This is so you’ll be able to see how you’re doing. In a moment, I’ll have you drink the glass over there, and then you’ll have exactly three hours to sit here alone. At the end of three hours, I’ll come back and see if you’re wet or messy. If it’s not obvious, we’ll pull down your pants and check your underpants carefully. You are wearing white underpants, right? Good. ANY signs of wetness, or ANY brownish stains on your underpants, and you fail this test. Is that clear?”

He felt a little silly being told his underpants would be checked for brownish stains, but he had to admit it was a reasonable demand for a continence test. So far no surprises. It was beginning to seem like he could trust her.

“And if you fail, I don’t want to hear any excuses or arguments about wearing diapers, okay? By taking this test, you implicitly agree to participate willingly in you ICP afterward if we prove your incontinence. Right?”

Again he nodded. Whatever. As if it mattered what happened if he lost.

“And I agree that if your underpants come out clean and dry, that I’ll get back in my van, and I won’t bother you ever again. Agreed?”

He nodded happily. Three hours until freedom. He didn’t think he’d miss her. Spank him indeed! Diapers! Please.

She retrieved the full glass from the sink and asked if he was ready. When he nodded, she held the glass to his lips. He had to drink it down a little quicker than he would have liked, as she kept tipping it toward him a little too much for his comfort. But it wasn’t bad tasting: not quite like Gatorade, maybe thicker and saltier, or something. But it was probably one of those new “sportsdrinks” he hadn’t tried.

When he had finished the last drops, he looked up to see Mrs. Warren smiling an odd little smile, as if there was a joke he wasn’t getting. The joke’s on you, he thought. I’m not really incontinent. She wiped his lips in a maternal way, and said, “Okay, now, three hours exactly. I’ve got some deliveries to make in the meantime, but I’ll be here promptly to check on you.”

She turned to go, then turned back suddenly. “I almost forgot,” she said, fishing out a small black object that looked like a little radio. “I don’t think it’s safe to have you here tied up alone, so this is a little microphone transmitter that I receive in my van. I’ll just set it here, on the toilet seat, and if there’s an emergency, just a yell will bring me back here in a hurry. Okay?”

He nodded, impressed. She was prepared. Good thing he wouldn’t need to fight her in the future, for she’d be a difficult adversary. Luckily, all he had to do was play along briefly here, and he’d get this woman out of his life. She said goodbye, smiled that odd smile again, and left the bathroom. He heard her slam the door downstairs, start the van, and then heard it’s engine fade away.

As Mrs. Warren drove away, she thought about the boy she’d just left in his bathtub, and almost felt a little sorry for him. He looked so earnest about the whole situation, so confident about staying dry, so hopeful about not wearing diapers. If only he knew the reality.

She’d seen it before, of course, dozens of times by now, with dozens of boys. Most were, like this guy, essentially continent, she knew. Or at least they were when she first met them. And most had accidently stumbled into her little web, from which they could not extract themselves. All had similar stories, interestingly, of liking to PRETEND to need diapers, or having sick relatives, or some similar garbage. Mrs. Sheffield, the dear lady, caught one every few weeks. And though the woman might be nice, with the best of intentions, she was too dense to realize that these boys were not ACTUALLY incontinent and did not really need her help. But she thought they did, so she referred them to her, Linda Warren, former nurse and current queen of the diaper boys.

The ironic thing was that as kind and dense as Mrs. Sheffield was, Mrs. Warren was just the opposite: insightful but self-serving. She knew damn well these boys didn’t “need” her, but she needed them, so they were in her program. She needed them mostly for financial reasons, as this partnership with Mrs. Sheffield was her only income. The more boys she had, the more she was paid. And the longer they stayed in her program, the less work they demanded, so the more boys she could keep, so the more money she made…

And she was good, both at enlisting her boys and at keeping them. Now, after about three years, she had all the bugs worked out, so that once a boy was referred to her, he was pretty much hers for as long as she wanted. She could handle almost every curve thrown to her, and by now, had seen almost every variation. Her income was good, and since the boys never left the program, her job security was excellent as well. She now concentrated on the art of her craft, and now enjoyed simply seeing how the game would be played. This boy, for example, was being resistant, and understandably so, she thought. He was probably no more incontinent than she was. But she had all the cards (or would have them soon) and his decision to try to prove his continence doomed him to what she knew would be a miserable day.

For no one, she knew, had ever had a full glass of her “diaper juice” and had lasted more than two hours. Most lasted less than one. Even when she tested it on herself, she had been on a toilet within ninety minutes, and had stayed there for nearly three hours. It had taken her several weeks to find the appropriate doses of diuretic and laxative that would work quickly yet be able to be passed off as a normal drink. Using and mixing a therapeutic dose of furosemide wasn’t a problem, but it had taken some experimentation before she found a suitable solvent for the double-strength mag citrate she used. It made her shudder to think about that: it was the fastest and most powerful laxative known, and even a quarter of what she used would probably be enough. But she didn’t take chances. She wanted each and every boy that came her way; so far, she had a perfect record.

And this boy had no idea what he was in for. He believed it was Gatorade, and was soon going to get an unpleasant surprise. Then the rest of the game would fall into place.

Sometime later she heard the first curses come in over the receiver, and since she didn’t really have any errands to run, she pulled the van over to do some paperwork and to listen, for this first “accident” for her little boys was always sort of poignant for her. She leaned back and enjoyed the growing sounds of Doug’s distress.

Copyright (c) 1995 by Babydoc.

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Look what we have here – bluecrinklepaws

Looks like someones pee pee dont wont to spend any more time inside this boys diaper any more.

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A Day in the Life of the Smith Brothers 22

A Day in the Life of the Smith Brothers 22‘Bath Time!’

Well if you have to take a bath, you might as well splash around and have a good time. Mike doesn’t look like he’s having a good time. Probably because this is the second time he’s been soaked today.

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Looks like the kids have a fun time in the bathtub. Mike that try to clean them dont seems to have match of a fun time as they having. Splashing water sure is a fun thing to do.

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Bath time!!

Bath time!!X’3 nothing like feeling all little and being told you are too little to do things yourself like taking a bath and getting dried off e.c.t <3

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Yes giving a bath by someone that’s love and cares for you most be wonderful. Bath to see that you dont have any toys to play whit in the bathtub.

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