making proper use

making proper use

his is the continuation from this pic http://www.furaffinity.net/view/28551098/

Later of do the ad she did proper use of the product that she has on :p

Draw and everything by ConejoBlanco

Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/29886844/

She sure show everyone now what she could do :)

She sure make the use of that diaper she was wearing for the diaper ads :)

The Struggle is Real

The Struggle is RealThe bear belongs to Digitz

Draw by diapered-buns

Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/29660032/

The girl dont sure make it easy for this bear to escape his meting whit that cloth diaper. I Sure think they soon is going to have it on all tight and snug to avoid any leaks if he ends up whit a accident.

It sure going to be allot of embarrassing moments for him in the near future. I sure wounder how he is going to react then?

Eight Days of Diapers – Part IV: Miracles Great and Small

This story is written by WingZ

While the snow continued to fall, sleeping arrangements were made in haste. Andy’s mother and Uncle Marty returned to their childhood bedrooms, which had long ago become dumping grounds for their parents’ accumulation of clutter. Boxes were moved, blankets were unearthed and knickknacks were piled and shoved aside. It was less than ideal, but the adults would make do. That left the living room couch for Hannah and the first-floor guest bedroom for the kids.

When it was time to go to sleep, Andy, Jake and Tony shared the bed, while Libby grabbed a pillow and a blanket and took to the floor.

“She thinks she’s too good for us,” Tony chided.

“Shut up,” Libby said.

While Tony and Jake continued to talk, Andy left the bed and knelt down by his cousin. He felt so bad for her. She had to wear diapers even though she didn’t want to, she was teased by her siblings and now she didn’t even have a bed to sleep in.

“You can have my spot,” Andy offered.

“It’s not the space I’m worried about,” Libby said.

“Then what is it?”

“I’m afraid that I’ll leak,” she whispered.

“You won’t leak,” he told her.

“Yeah? How do you know?”

Andy, of course, did not know whether Libby’s diaper would leak or not. But if a little bit of oil could last eight days and a light dusting of snow could turn into a heavy blanketing, then surely God could make a diaper last through a night.

“Trust me,” he said. “These things hold a lot. They have, um, polymers and stuff. I learned that in school.”

“OK,” she said, leaving the floor for the bed.

It was a snug fit, one which would have been unbearably awkward in another year or two. Libby took the end closest to the wall, followed by Andy. They were diapered and would not need to climb over anyone to get up to use the bathroom. Jake lay to Andy’s right, then Tony took the end. The one upside to the arrangement was that nobody was cold.

“Andy?” Jake asked. Andy wondered if his brother would ever learn when to stop talking.

“What?” Andy said.

“Can we build a snowman tomorrow?”

“Maybe,” Andy said. ‘Maybe’ rarely satisfied Jake, but on that occasion it did. He was quiet and Andy was quiet and Tony and Libby were quiet too. The only sounds in the room were the light crinkling of diapers whenever Andy or Libby turned. Amid such silence, sleep came with surprise ease.

***

The next morning threatened to turn Andy to a liar. He felt dampness on his back and his first thought was that his diaper had leaked after all. But when he felt the front of his pants to check the damage, his fingers came up dry. The dampness wasn’t around him, it was underneath him. It was Jake, he realized. Jake had wet the bed.

“Damnit, Jake,” Andy grumbled. His brother woke up, realized what he’d done, and started bawling almost immediately. It took Andy a good minute or two to calm him down.

“It’s my fault,” Tony reluctantly admitted. “He kicked me like he wanted to get up, but I was too tired to move.”

Ironically, it was Libby, the only incontinent among them, who did not wake up with a wet bed. Sleeping so close to the wall had spared her. And though she saw enough in the situation to produce a slight giggle, she dared not say an unkind word to anyone.

Andy sought out his mother to tell her what happened.

“You’re kidding,” she said.

“I wish,” he answered.

Shaking her head, she acted decisively, stripping the wet sheets off the bed and gathering them up to toss in the washer.

“I’ll do a load of pants and underwear next,” she said. “You can take turns showering in the meantime.”

“What are we supposed to wear while our clothes are getting washed?” Tony asked.

Clearly at a loss, Andy’s mother bit her lip. There was no way the kids’ grandparents had any clothes that would fit. She was about to tell them to go around wrapped in towels – even though there probably weren’t enough towels for everyone – when Grandma Gellman, who had just put in her hearing aid and was hovering nearby, came up with a solution.

“I keep some cloths for polishing,” she said. “Big ones, in your old room, dear. Maybe for now they will do.”

Andy’s ears perked up. “Big cloths” sounded to him like diapers. He knew people sometimes kept them for cleaning – he saw some once in a friend’s garage. But what were the odds his grandmother would have them too?

And yet a package of cloth diapers was in Andy’s mother’s hands when she returned a few minutes later. His grandmother wasn’t exaggerating. The clothes were big, big enough to fit even him. Though he dared not show it, Andy was excited. He’d never tried cloth diapers before.

He would have to wait awhile to get his turn though. Libby had wet her diaper during the night and was thus the first to shower. While waiting for his turn, Andy walked into the kitchen. He found his Uncle Marty sitting on a stool in the breakfast nook and nearly recoiled.

“You’re scared of me, aren’t you?” Uncle Marty asked.

“No,” Andy lied.

A knowing smile spread across the sick man’s face. “It’s OK,” he said. “Every now and then, I look in the mirror and I get scared too.” He ran his hands over his face and asked, in mock-seriousness, what happened. “I’m getting better though,” he continued. “I just need to take it one day at a time. By the time your Bar Mitzvah rolls around, I should be close to 100 percent.”

“I wish I didn’t have a Bar Mitzvah,” Andy blurted out. He hadn’t meant to confide in his uncle, or in anyone, for that matter, about this, but it slipped out anyway. He expected his uncle would chastise him, tell him how he should look on it as an honor and a privilege. Instead, Uncle Marty said he didn’t want to have his either.

“I was always the rebel,” he told a surprised Andy. “I wore my hair long and nearly got kicked out of high school. I did a lot of stupid things. Your mother looked up to me for it, I think, but I’m glad she never followed. It wasn’t until I met your Aunt Deb that I really settled down…Anyway, the Bar Mitzvah. I didn’t want anything to do with it. All that Hebrew to memorize, all those people there to watch me if I screwed up. Your grandparents made me, of course, and I was mad about it. But then when your cousins came along, I was glad that I had one. Because now I know what it will be like for them. I guess what I’m trying to say, Andy.” He paused to cough. “Is that whatever doesn’t kill you does more than make you stronger. It makes you smarter, too. You learn from it. Not just the good things, but the bad things and stupid things. All of it. Does that make any sense?”

“Yeah,” said Andy. “It does.”

He wasn’t lying or paying lip service. The cloud of confusion in his head began to evaporate and he felt two giant puzzle pieces slide together. The conclusion he reached last night playing dreidel was right after all. Everything, good and bad, was there to test him, to make him better, and if he couldn’t quite get comfortable with that idea, at least it was one he understood.

Andy headed for the bathroom next, hoping to take a shower. Someone had beaten him too it, however. The door was closed and the water was running. The second-floor bathroom was likewise in use. Andy returned to the first-floor hallway and waited so no one else would steal his turn. Across from him, the door to the guest bedroom was closed. Andy guessed Libby was in there being rediapered by Aunt Deb. He wondered if she would always hate diapers. He hoped not. It was almost enough to make him feel guilty for liking them.

Libby exited the bedroom just before her brother emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. Aunt Deb summoned him to the bedroom and he entered reluctantly.

“Lay down so I can put this on you,” she instructed.

“Why do I have to wear a diaper?” he protested. “I’m not the one who wet the bed!”

“I know that, honey. This is just for now.”

“But…”

“Noah, I am not going to ask you again.”

Andy chuckled. He knew his cousin didn’t like his real name and he knew his aunt only used it when she was serious. He took his shower, left his pants in the pile that was accumulating on the bathroom floor and returned to the guest bedroom for his diapering. Aunt Deb was waiting for him, a cloth diaper fanned out on the floor beside her.

“Have you seen my mom?” Andy asked.

“I think she went to help your dad with the shoveling,” she replied.

“Oh.”

“Don’t be silly, Andy,” she told him. “I used to do this for you all the time when you were little.”

That was true enough, he supposed, though he didn’t remember any of his diaper changes from when he was an infant. Nevertheless, he lay down and let his aunt diaper him. She took more time than her daughter did, carefully tugging the cloth up and over and securing it in place with a safety pin on each side.

“Thanks,” Andy said. He was amazed by how soft the fabric felt against him, though he doubted it would hold very much. That was OK – he didn’t plan on wetting until he got home.

Freshly diapered, Andy joined his cousins in the living room. Hannah had stumbled across a deck of playing cards and had a game of poker going.

“Deal you in?” she offered.

“I’m not good at it,” Andy explained.

“Like any of us are,” she said. “‘Sides, it’s mostly luck anyway.”

Andy agreed to play. He was dealt two losing hands before Jake joined them. He still looked sullen following his accident and declined the invitation to play. Instead, he sat on the floor watching. He was finally quiet.

The card game ate up a good chunk of time and it wasn’t long before Andy’s mother told the kids their pants were ready. They rose to retrieve their trousers, but not before Hannah snapped a picture of them in their diapers with her cell phone camera.

“Hey!” Tony objected.

“Sorry, but when am I ever going to see this again?” Hannah said. “You guys look too cute.”

“I’m telling Mom.”

“Oh please, it’s not like I’m gonna show this to anyone…”

Andy walked away from the argument red-faced, snatched his pants from his mother and promptly put them on. “Can we go soon?” he asked. He was sick of all the arguing and just wanted to be back at home.

“Actually, I think we’re all headed out for an early lunch,” his mother told him.

Andy sighed. If this kept up, he’d be in as bad a mood as Jake.

***

The late morning sun was hot and strong and the temperature had kicked up into the lower 40s. Snow had begun to melt into watery pools. Cars along his grandparents’ street were cleared or half-cleared, some carrying snow on the roofs like hats. Where there was only a white monolith the night before, Andy could make out the green of the grass and the gray of the sidewalk.

“It’s too melty,” Jake protested. “Now we can’t make a snowman.”

“It will snow again,” Andy reminded him.

In a three-car caravan, the family made its way over to a diner, an old standby from Andy’s mother and Uncle Marty’s childhood. The building had been remodeled and changed names and ownership several times, but a diner it remained. Somehow, Andy’s grandparents had fallen behind and so the rest of the family waited outside for them to catch up.

“You’re lucky you don’t have any sisters,” Libby whispered to him while they waited.

“Why’s that?” Andy asked. He thought Jake was bad enough.

“On the way over here, Hannah told my mom and dad to stop and get me more diapers. She said I’m going to leak again. She thinks I wet the bed instead of your brother.”

Andy looked at Hannah. She had her back to them and her cell phone out, no doubt texting her friends. Before he could talk himself out of it, he scooped a handful of wet snow off a nearby bush and flung it at her butt. She spun around angry, demanding to know who did it. Neither Andy nor Libby gave anything away.

“Urgh!” she said, barging inside the restaurant.

Libby giggled. “Thanks,” she said.

“Sure,” said Andy. “Any time.”

Their early lunch ended up being closer to a late breakfast. Having worked up an appetite, Andy downed a glass of orange juice and devoured most of a three-egg omelet. Jake, in contrast, only picked at his food. It was clear that wetting the bed still bothered him and Andy resolved to talk to him about it later. For as annoying as Jake often was, seeing him down like this was actually worse. He was only 7, Andy thought. Seven-year-olds are supposed to be bouncing off the walls.

“I’m glad we all got to see each other,” Andy’s grandmother declared. “It isn’t easy these days, with everyone being so busy. And the weather, oy! But we made it.”

“We sure did, Mom,” Uncle Marty said, raising his glass of water in a toast.

Though talkative as ever, the family made it through the meal without a single argument and Andy began to relax. He felt a pang of regret as he said his good-byes. He hoped he would see this side of the family again before his Bar-Mitzvah, especially Libby. For a girl, she took everything…well…like a man.

“I hope you, uh, feel better,” he said.

“What? I’m not si….oh. Thanks. You too.”

“They’re not bad, Libby,” he told her. “You just need to give them a chance.”

“I might have to,” she answered, regretfully and on that note, they parted.

The sun was still shining when the Greenbaums reached home an hour later. Andy put his presents away and changed into a disposable. He kept the cloth diaper though. He began thinking of what he could substitute for plastic pants so he could wear it again.

That evening, he and Jake battled it out on the Wii once again. Andy took it easy on him this time, and, perhaps out of gratitude or perhaps because he’d walked a mile in his shoes, Jake told him he was sorry that he laughed at him for wearing diapers. Andy told him not to worry. He was glad to have his brother back. All that remained was for him to figure out what he was going to do about school.

This story is written by WingZ

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Kevin is Lord of the Nursery!

Kevin is Lord of the Nursery!RESPECT THE DIAPER KING!!!!

Order by Therealone111

Draw by GrimmInHisCrib

Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/29577629/

Yes it sure seems to be a good move to respect the diaper king :) Special if we don’t wants to deal whit that cloth diaper wearing Charizard plush ;)

Tricked into Diapers Chapters 15, 16 and 17

This story is written by tammie2

XV.

The summer seemed endless. Finally, one morning Nancy came in with some news. “Only three weeks until you go home, young man. I don’t think your mother would appreciate it if she had to start all over with you. It’s a big task, but I think we’ll be able to potty train you on time.”
Tom wasn’t sure how to react to this news. As badly as he wanted to get out of diapers, the prospect of a humiliating toilet training frightened him. He somehow had assumed that one day Nancy would simply end his torture by removing his diaper and handing him his clothes. Sadly, he realized that his control had deteriorated so much that he seldom even knew he was wetting or soiling himself until he felt he diaper bunch between his legs or press against his bottom. The chance of accidents at home, though, scared him even more than the humiliation of potty training.
No sooner had he convinced himself that toilet training wasn’t such a bad idea, however, than Nancy entered the room with a grotesque-looking potty chair. The seat was almost adult-sized, but it sat barely eight inches off of the ground. Beneath the hole in the seat rested a rounded pink plastic bowl. The back of the chair had little lambs and ducks dancing in the rain pasted to it. Tom couldn’t take his eyes off this monstrosity. He was big enough to use the regular toilet and began to say so to Nancy.
“Don’t be nervous, Tommie,” Nancy said sternly, ignoring his protests. “You’re not ready to start using the big-boy potty yet. First we have to keep track of your toilet habits.”
As she spoke, Nancy lifted up a very large cardboard poster board titled “Tommy’s Potty Chart.” The whole next week had been marked out on one side, with the time written in 15-minute intervals along the top. A felt-tip marker dangled from a string in one corner. Nancy hung the chart on the wall above Tom’s changing table.
“From now on, we’ll keep close track of every time you go pee-pee or poo-poo, baby. That way we’ll know when to put you on the potty with the best chance of success. Conditioning should take care of it from there. Of course…” here Tom could hear the smirk in her voice, “we’ll have to check your diaper much more often.
When she finished speaking, Nancy came over and put her hand down the front of Tom’s blue plastic panties. “Oh, my, aren’t you wet this morning. Time for a change.”
As she put Tom down on the changing table, Nancy leaned over and took the marker in her hand. Tom cringed as he watched her write next to the 8:30 a.m. entry , in large letters, “SOAKED.”
That whole week, Nancy and Lisa took every opportunity to check Tom’s condition, either by putting a hand or finger inside his panties or sniffing his crotch and bottom. At times, they checked him every ten or fifteen minutes. Any pride he may have had left vanished. If that wasn’t bad enough, his potty chart began to fill with notes and comments about when he was wet or soiled and even the amount of pee or poop each time. Lying in his crib, looking at the chart that revealed his most intimate functions, the humiliation was immense.
It was a great relief when Nancy announced that his training would begin. Lisa and Nancy each lifted Tom up from the crib, lowered his panties and diapers, and for the first time sat him on the potty chair. His knees came up to his shoulders and he had to squeeze onto the slightly undersized seat. It dawned on him that he hadn’t sat on a toilet seat for over three months.
“Come on, little Tommie, you can do it. Let’s hear a little tinkle for Mommy and Auntie Lisa.” Tom looked up at Lisa as she taunted him. He was sure she had deliberately chosen to wear a revealing halter top and short skirt as a tease. It seemed like years since she had moaned with pleasure at his passion. Now she saw his penis mainly as a tool that needed her help to urinate.
Tom wanted to pee, but the two women hovering over him urging him on and occasionally directing his penis down into the potty was too much. The embarrassment seemed to dry him up.
After five minutes or so, Nancy gave up. “Ok, baby, we’ll try again later. Let’s get those didies back on.” As Tom stood up and turned back toward the changing table, the release or tension relaxed his bladder. Within seconds, a gusher of pee streamed from him, soaking Nancy and leaving a puddle on the floor. Tom was horrified as Nancy glared at him, speechless, and Lisa howled with laughter.
“Man, he really got you that time! Are you sure he can’t control himself?” Lisa gasped, breathless with glee. Nancy said nothing as she cleaned Tom up, put a fresh diaper on and then placed him back into the crib. Five minutes later, a more solemn Lisa entered the room with a bucket and mop.

XVI.

Tom lay in the crib for half a day without being changed or placed on the potty. Nancy entered the room with bottles of formula but never spoke. Tom was too scared to say anything.
Finally, Nancy came in and stood by the side of the crib. She looked calm and spoke softly. “I shouldn’t have been angry earlier. Once I calmed down, I realized that you couldn’t have done that on purpose. You have no more control of your eliminations than any 12-month old. Now, what do you say we take off that smelly diaper and try the potty again?”
Tom nodded eagerly. As soon as he sat on the potty, he heard the tinkling of urine hitting the plastic guard and trickling into the bowl. He looked down, astonished and pleased. Nancy beamed and even bent down and kissed him. She took a silver star from her pocket and put it on his potty chart. “Gold is for BMs,” she told him, smiling. Tom was smiling, too, as Nancy re-diapered him, never once reflecting on how foolish he would have felt three months earlier at being proud of peeing into a bowl.
Within three days, Tom’s chart began to get more stars, silver and gold, than anything else. The women had begun to write “ACCIDENT” in big letters whenever he used his diapers, and the embarrassment of looking at these entries on the chart gave him even more incentive to regain control of his toilet habits.
When the chart finally began to show only two or three accidents daily, Nancy presented Tom with several pairs of brightly-colored training pants. Tom was so pleased to be out of diapers that he didn’t even complain that some of the panties were pink while others had little slogans stitched on the front or back, like “Slippery When Wet ” and “The Devil Made Me Do It.”
Tom’s freedom began to increase as he moved around the house, unencumbered by the thick cloth diapers he had worn for so long. He was permitted to walk, not crawl, and he began to feel more like an adult each day, with one notable exception. Whenever he felt the urge to go to the bathroom, he wasn’t allowed to go to the toilet on his own. He had to tell Nancy or Lisa, and then either bring the potty chair to them or have them go with him to the nursery.
One day shortly after his training began, Tom sat watching television when Sherry, Nancy’s friend, dropped by. Tom was able to ignore the chatter for awhile, but then felt an urgent need to urinate. He glanced at Sherry, hoping she would leave. Showing no indication that she would be departing soon, he got up and whispered in Nancy’s ear.
“Well, then, go get the potty chair and bring it here,” Nancy said in a loud voice. “And you’d better hurry, so that we don’t have a repeat of your accident this morning.”
Tom blushed as he ran up the stairs and got the potty chair. Returning to the living room, he avoided Sherry’s eyes as he set the chair on the rubber sheet Nancy had spread out on the floor. He stood still as Nancy undid his jeans and pulled them to his ankles, revealing pink training panties with white lacy trim. Tom quickly sat on the potty. Nancy kneeled beside him and held his penis in a downward position. No sooner had she done this than Tom’s bladder released, and the familiar splatter of pee onto plastic sounded loudly in the room.
“How wonderful!” Tom heard Sherry say, then cringed as the woman came up next to him. “You’ve grown up so much. It seems like only yesterday you were suckling from my breast in your dirty, smelly diapers. Now you’re wearing such pretty big-girl panties. Stand up and let me see.”
As Tom stood, a light odor of the yellow puddle beneath him rose to his nose. Nancy took the bowl out and showed it to Sherry, who gushed at the progress the “little baby” had made. As Nancy left the room to empty the bowl into the toilet, Tom stood before Sherry with his panties and jeans still at his ankles. He would be spanked if he pulled them up himself.
Sherry smiled at Tom’s awkward condition. “Let me help you,” she said. “My, these are pretty panties. Let’s check them, shall we? Let’s see, the front and crotch are dry, although I believe those little yellow stains show that you’re not quite a big girl yet. And, oh dear. You’ve soiled these panties recently, haven’t you? It’s so hard to get all those panty stains clean in the wash. You really should do better.”
Tom stood silently as Sherry buckled his pants, ignoring her comments about his still being a long way from ready to have the boys get into his panties. As she finished, Nancy entered the room. Tom fled to the laughter of the two women, more determined than ever to regain total control.

XVII.

Tom beamed when, only one day before his mother arrived to pick him up, he made it back into his own underwear and clothes. He hadn’t had an accident for almost two days. He felt confident and cocky, especially when Nancy and Lisa sat with him for an hour coming up with a story of how Tom spent his summer that he could use on his mother and his friends back home.
Tom ran to his mother’s car when she came to pick him up, anxious to leave and to return to some level of normalcy. He was disappointed when she berated him for his rude behavior and had him come back inside for a drink of tea with Nancy before they left. Finally, they were packed and on the road.
Nancy leaned against the front door as she watched the car disappear down the road. Soon, she found herself smiling. The effects of the powerful diuretic and laxative she had spiked Tom’s tea with would begin to be felt in about 45 minutes, just after the only stop on the tollway for over seventy miles. The way Tom’s mother drove, never going above fifty miles per hour, he wouldn’t come even close to making it. She laughed as she closed the door, anxious for the phone call she knew would come soon.

The end.

This story is written by tammie2

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Tricked into Diapers Chapters 12, 13 and 14

This story is written by tammie2

XII.

Tom lay in his crib, impatient and uncomfortable. Nancy had left an hour earlier, telling Lisa she wouldn’t be home until very late. Tom was damp when she left, and the bottles of juice and formula he drank that afternoon had now soaked his diaper all the way through. The heavy cloth sagged against his leg and squished when he moved, releasing pee onto his bare shin to trickle back into the diaper. The smell of baby powder mixed with pee hung heavily in the air. And if that weren’t bad enough, his dinner was overdue.
Tom could tell that Lisa was home because he heard her moving around downstairs. As he listened more closely, though, he got confused. It seemed like she was in more than one room at a time. Finally, she started up the stairs. Tom’s eyes opened wide with horror. The stairs were busy with feet. Lisa was not alone.
The door to the nursery flew open and Tom flushed crimson with embarrassment. Tagging along with Lisa were two other girls her age. One was tall with long dark hair and a chest to die for, unrestrained by a bra under a light pink t-shirt. The other was blond and also very beautiful, wearing a low-cut top and shorts which did little to hide her firm buttocks. They were being led closed-eyed to the side of Tom’s crib.
“And this is the little stinker I have to stay home with tonight,” Lisa said, almost with pride.
The girls opened their eyes, dropped their mouths open and together began giggling uncontrollably. The dark-haired beauty regained her composure first. “He is just too cute, Lisa. But isn’t he a little, um, old to be wearing diapers?”
“He wouldn’t be wearing them if he didn’t need them,” Lisa replied. “Here, I’ll show you.” Lisa pulled the front of Tom’s plastic panties down, releasing a strong whiff of powder and urine. She then playfully pushed down on his yellowed crotch, squishing his diaper loudly. The two visitors suppressed more giggles.
“I see what you mean” the blond one said, smiling. “Shouldn’t we change him? He’d be more comfortable, and…” here she pinched her nose.. “I’d probably enjoy his company a lot more too.”
“All right, why don’t we do it right here in his crib,” Lisa said, amused at Tom’s wide, disbelieving eyes. “Toni, do you want the honors? Don’t worry, Patti, there’ll be lots of other chances before the night is through.”
Toni lowered the side of the crib, reaching for a clean diaper with her other hand. She then set baby wipes near Tom’s chest and put two diaper pins in her mouth. Carefully, she inched the dripping panties off of Tom’s legs and dropped them into the diaper pail. As she bent over to reach the pin on Tom’s right side, her long dark hair fell in his face. He could see her breasts, nipples firm, as her t-shirt fell open. She dawdled there, as if teasing him. His penis began to grow hard.
Soon Toni straightened up and removed the other pin. She lowered Tom’s diaper, revealing his excitement. “I see Baby likes to get his didies changed,” she taunted as the other girls smirked. “Don’t get any ideas, little one. Nothing that sits in wet diapers all day is getting close to my pussy. Besides, I’m afraid if you got too excited you’d poop your panties.”
The girls laughed as Tom’s penis collapsed under the humiliation. Toni took a baby wipe and carefully, thoroughly cleaned Tom’s penis, balls and bottom, sticking her wipe-covered finger far up his ass. She then took his diaper by a corner, holding it at arm’s length.
“This must be the wettest, heaviest, smelliest diaper I’ve ever changed, and I’ve done a lot of babysitting,” she claimed. She let it go above the diaper pail and Tom heard a loud ‘plop.’ “I think we’d better put a couple of them on this time.”
Toni lifted Tom’s legs and laid not two but three clean diapers under his bottom. She didn’t spare the baby powder, and sensuously rubbed it into his crotch. Tom’s organ, humiliated once, did not respond. He began to feel truly babyish; non-sexual. He closed his eyes as she snapped the pins shut.
“There, now, isn’t that better?” Toni cooed. “Lisa, what do we put him in now?”
“You’ve got to dress him up!” Patti interjected. “After all, you do have company.”
“I don’t know…” Lisa said thoughtfully. Her eyes suddenly brightened. “Wait a minute, I’ll be right back.” Lisa ran from the room then returned moments later with a lacy white baby-doll nightie trimmed with pink ribbons. “My aunt gave me this when I was 13. Isn’t it just awful?”
“But just perfect for our little baby!” Patti exclaimed. “Come on now, little Tommie, sit up so Aunt Patti can dress you.” As she spoke, she pulled Tom close to her chest and lifted him into sitting position. “Lift your arms now.”
Tom did as he was told. He hoped that by cooperating with the girls, they wouldn’t notice that he had already wet his diapers. In all of the excitement, he hadn’t even been aware that he was peeing. Patti pulled the nightgown over his head and helped his arms through the puffy sleeves.
The girls looked at their little baby girl. Toni frowned. “Something’s missing—I know!” Tom couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Toni pulled her jeans down in front of him, revealing a pair of pink satin panties. He stared as Toni stepped out of her pants and took off her panties. She left the pants on the floor as she stepped over to the crib. Her pussy glistened in front of him.
“Lay back, Baby.” Tom lay down as Toni turned to put the panties on him, showing a firm, rounded bottom. Tom blushed as this girl/woman pulled her pink panties up his legs, stretching them over his diapers. “Don’t you wet these,” she whispered in his ear as she snapped the waistband. Unabashed, she stepped back into her jeans and pulled them up over her naked bottom, slowly re-buttoning them at the waist.
Tom was so focused on Toni that he hadn’t seen Patti remove her makeup kit from her purse. She was on him before he could resist, applying a powder puff to his face. She then streaked his cheeks with a liquid rouge, rubbing in to give his face a pinkish glow. Lisa added her touch by combing Tom’s hair to a peak, then fastening it with a large pink ribbon. The girls smiled as they stepped back.
“Much better!” They all said at once.
“Only one problem,” Patti said, frowning. “‘Tom’ isn’t a very appropriate name for someone who wears frilly dresses, pink panties and hair bows. What about ‘Tami’?”
The girls loved it. Lowering their new baby girl out of her crib, they ordered her to crawl downstairs after them. Tom/Tami knew that he, or she, had no choice.

XIII.

When Tom reached the bottom of the stairs, he saw Lisa positioning his high chair in the middle of the kitchen floor. Patti was next to her, holding a new pink and yellow terrycloth bib. Tom wondered where Toni was until he felt a firm pat on his pantied bottom.
“C’mon, little girl, it’s din-din time. Auntie Toni and Auntie Patti will take care of you.”
Tom grimaced as he was snapped tight into the high chair. Patti teased him about keeping his pretty frills clean as she tied the bib around his neck, while Lisa and Toni pulled leftover food from the refrigerator. Tom saw half of a sweet potato, an old, over-ripe pear, some baked chicken, a container of yogurt and several other containers of food he couldn’t identify. He watched with disbelieving eyes as the girls dumped all of it into the blender.
“Keep it a little chunky,” Lisa told Toni, who was working the controls. “She’s learning to chew a little.”
The whirr of the blended ended, and the girls poured a thick, greenish-brown foul-smelling mess into a baby dish. Lisa heated it to warm in the microwave, then set it in front of Tom. She handed a spoon to Patti.
“Open wide for the airplane Tami” Patti squealed as she shoved a heaping spoon at Tom’s mouth. With his first taste, he was repulsed. He tried to push the food back out, but Patti was too quick with the spoon. As soon as he’d open his mouth to push it out, she would shove more in, scraping whatever dripped onto his chin back in along with it. Before long, it seemed less painful to swallow the awful mixture than to let it keep building up in his cheeks. He gave in.
“She likes it!” Toni cried derisively. “But our little baby girl is so messy.” Toni lifted the bib and wiped Tom’s face with it. She smiled at him as he blushed.
Dinner lasted an eternity. The three girls took turns feeding their charge, teasing him as they fed. The dinner dish seemed to have an endless bottom, but finally Tom heard the scraping of the last bits. He ate it eagerly.
Tom’s moment of triumph was short-lived. He felt a strong gurgle in his bowels and knew he would soon soil his diapers. He couldn’t imagine what humiliations his three babysitters would put him through and tried desperately to think of a way to avoid it. He decided to bold from the chair and leave the house as soon as the tray table of his high chair was removed. Whatever consequences he suffered, they couldn’t be as bad as having three teenage girls see him dirty his diaper.
No sooner did he make his decision, though, than he lost control and pooped heavily. Tom silently cursed his weakened sphincter. Since being put into diapers a few weeks earlier, the time between his awareness of his need to pee or poop and his accidents had decreased to almost nothing. He knew now that he actually needed his babyish protection.
As Tom considered his curse, Toni removed the tray table while Patti untied the soiled bib. Both girls stopped suddenly and looked at each other, then over at Lisa. For a moment, for Tom at least, time stood still.
“I think our little girl just left a surprise in the bottom of her diaper,” Toni said, making a face.
“I didn’t know she used her diapers for everything,” Patti told Lisa. “And this one smells pretty bad. We’ll wait down here while you change her.”
“Now wait just a minute, ladies,” Lisa replied. “When you agree to help babysit, it includes the whole bit, dirty diapers included. We need to decide who gets the honor. Any ideas?”
“Yep,” Toni said, smiling as she pulled three mixing bowls out of the cabinet. Here’s the rules. First, we drink a few beers. In an hour or so, we each pee into a bowl. Whoever pees the least loses and has to change Tami. By that time, she should be a real pleasure to be near.”
The other girls agreed, and Patti pulled Tom down from the high chair. As he crawled to the playpen, his poop smeared against his bottom; sitting down, it pushed everywhere. He was miserable. He began to cry softly as he heard three cans of beer opened in the kitchen.

XIV.

An hour and a half later, Tom was still sitting in his playpen, unchanged. The girls were all drunk and giddy, and had teased him mercilessly. The air was heavy with the smell of pee, poop and beer. Tom’s whole diaper area was itchy and sore, and for the first time he began to wonder whether an adult could get diaper rash. He was relieved when Lisa entered the living room carrying a rubber sheet.
“Ok, girls, we’re ready.” Lisa was slurring her words a bit. “But let’s make the stakes more interesting. Whoever loses not only changes Tami, she has to wear Toni’s panties and some rubber pants the rest of the night.” She smiled, knowing that the pink panties covering Tom’s diapers would be well-perfumed by now.
The others giggled and readily assented. Without another word, each one stripped from the waist down and squatted over one of the bowls from the kitchen. Tom couldn’t believe what he was watching. Slowly, each girl began to urinate into their bowl, pausing occasionally to check their progress. The odor of warm, fresh pee drifted up Tom’s nose as the sound of light splashing filled his ears. He watched as the yellow contents of each bowl rose toward the top. Lisa finished first and jiggled her hips to get the last few drops out. Toni and Patti soon did the same.
“The moment of truth!” Toni exclaimed happily as she moved the bowls together. The three half-naked girls bent over the bowls, eyeing them closely. Lisa’s rear end hung inches from Tom’s face.
“We have a winner!” Lisa squealed, and Tom could tell from the flush on Patti’s face that she would be changing him soon. Focusing on Patti’s distraught expression, he didn’t see Lisa come up behind him. He suddenly felt the back of his diaper pulled open and turned just as Lisa poured the contents of her bowl inside. Seconds later, Toni did the same in his front. His already saturated diaper was now filled past its limit, and a trickle of pee ran out of his crotch, puddling beneath him.
“Not fair!” Patti screamed, seeing the dark stain spread over Toni’s precious panties. But she knew she was doomed. Lisa pushed Tom down and pulled his legs up in the air, pulling the wet panties off. She help them carefully at arm’s length, handing them to a blushing Patti. Toni appeared with a pair of white rubber pants.
Patti took the panties and carefully stepped into them. Pulling them up tight, the wet bottom clung to her ass and drips of pee fell from the crotch. Quickly, she pulled the large rubber panties on. The other girls squealed with delight. Even Patti managed a smile.
“Ok, let’s get this over with,” she said, grimacing. The three girls lifted Tom up and had him step into a pair of light yellow plastic panties to avoid further messing the carpet. As he crawled toward the stairs, the overloaded diaper hung heavily toward the floor. Tom found it difficult to move. Only the prospect of getting into a clean diaper helped him make it up the stairs and onto the changing table. Lisa and Toni hung back as Patti approached the table.
“Ok, Tami, let’s see if you’ve been a good little girl,” she said as she stuck a finger inside his elastic leg. “Oh, my! It seems like you’ve filled your didie with nasties. And your bottom is so stinky! You really should learn to use the potty, young girl. What will the boys think when they put their hand down your pants at the movies and get peed on?”
Lisa and Toni giggled loudly. Tom knew that the sight of a teenage girl in wet panties and rubber pants changing a mature male in a frilly negligee must be quite a sight.
“Now, let’s pull your pretty dress up so that it doesn’t get soiled. There. Lift your legs like a good girl, that’s right. These panties are so wet. And look at your didies! You’d think you hadn’t been changed in a week. I don’t know how we’ll ever get those stains out.”
Tom grimaced as Patti unpinned one side of his diaper. She was concentrating heavily on her task, her tongue tucked in the corner of her mouth. As she opened the diaper and pulled it down, a blast of noxious odor hit her in the face. She looked at Tom accusingly.
“Tami, you have been such a bad girl. Pooping your panties like a little baby. Wait until your mommy finds out.” Patti continued the change, wiping Tom thoroughly with an endless supply of wipes. Tom’s penis remained flaccid as Patti cleaned it, calling it his “little clitty.” After ten or fifteen minutes, Tom finally found himself clean, powdered and re-diapered, his bottom stinging badly. Lisa and Toni joined Patti with much applause and began a ceremonial carrying of the diaper to the pail. They all then returned to the table and carried Tom to the crib. Leaving him in his dress and hair ribbons, the girls tucked him in and kissed him goodnight. Tom heard them giggling and laughing long into the night.

This story is written by tammie2

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