RUN FILE-GODD BOYS LOVE THIER DIAPERS

RUN FILE-GODD BOYS LOVE THIER DIAPERS

commission done for Otta_Tagg of his otter finding themselves in the middle of some kind of programing, he tugs and squirms, unable to break free, but he can’t remember why he would want to, oooh it feels good to be a good boy, doesn’t it otter? let that good feeling of being a diaper boy vibrate through you, head to toes.

Order by Otta_Tagg

Draw and above text by jimmy_rumshot

Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/29547977/

Yes i bet this otter is going to agree very soon and wont to be a good diaper boy for his caretaker :)

I bet that ball gag is going to be changed out soon to a pacifier gag.

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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Babies can’t call others babies

Babies can't call others babies“Maybe you shouldn’t have gotten mad and called your little sister childish. Mommy didn’t seem too happy about that. But she seems happy now. Perhaps it’s because you’re being such a good baby for her.”

In other words: No u

Order and above text by DuskShadowBrony

Draw by cuddlehooves

Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/29513827/

Someone sure seems to like his new stage :)

I bet we dont need to wait long before someone have use his thick diaper but for the time being his thick diaper sure seems to be all dry and clean.

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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Tricked into Diapers Chapters 9, 10 and 11

This story is written by tammie2

IX.

Tom sighed deeply as he entered Nancy’s house through the back door. The shorts Sherry had put on him did little to hide the bulk of his diapers and his shameful underthings peeked out from the leg holes. The pink maternity t-shirt draped over him like a dress. He was glad no one saw him as he sat down on the couch.
“Get off of there!” Nancy yelled. “Babies do not sit on the furniture. This is your last warning. Now crawl upstairs to your room for your nap.”
Tom did as he was told. Nancy was right behind him and leaned over him to push the bedroom door open. Tom stopped, thunderstruck. Instead of the plain, adult bedroom he had left that morning, he was looking at a baby’s nursery! From his perspective on the floor, everything looked large, but slowly he realized that all of the furniture was large. It was all baby furniture, scaled for an adult. Closest to him by the door was a huge wooden crib, complete with waterproof mattress and pink sheets. A mobile hung from one of the rails, dangling over the crib. In the far corner by the window stood a changing table, its shelves fully stocked with diapers, panties and assorted wipes, powders and creams. Two dressers, drawers partly opened, revealed booties, sun dresses and footed sleepers. The wallpaper had been changed from a drab green to a bright yellow with light pink and blue trim, and was adorned with dancing baby animals. The curtains were a matching pink with ruffles on the fringe. A potty chair sat alone in one corner. Tom was too astonished to move.
“As you can see, we’ve made a few changes to reflect your new status. Isn’t it cute?” Nancy asked enthusiastically. “I think you’ll like it here. Come on, up into your crib, Tommy.”
Tom reluctantly obeyed. He crawled onto the crib mattress and winced when he felt the rubber sheet underneath. He watched Nancy as she lifted the side rail up and turned on the mobile. The sweet melody of “Rock a Bye Baby” filled Tom’s ears. As Nancy left, Tom realized how exhausted he was. The strain of the morning over came him as he drifted into a restless sleep.

X.

“I don’t believe it; if I didn’t see it, I just wouldn’t believe it.”
Tom opened his eyes groggily. It took him a moment to remember where he was, and his eyes slowly focused on the speaker standing by his crib. He gave a start. It was Lisa! His voice got excited as he saw her beautiful brown eyes looking at him and her ample chest hovering above him.
“Lisa, thank goodness you’re here. You’ve got to help me out of this. Your mom has gone absolutely nuts.” Tom quickly explained how he was set up and had to go along until he could destroy all of the pictures of his baby state, and he implored Lisa to help him find them. He carefully left out any reference to his earlier accidents.
“Yeah, ok,” she replied with a smile. “Looks like you’re not in a position to do much about it yourself. Besides, I’d feel like I was robbing the cradle if I had to undo diapers just to get a little lovin’.” As she spoke, Lisa playfully grabbed Tom’s crotch and gave it a squeeze. Tom froze as he saw her expression change to one of absolute horror. She withdrew her hand slowly, looking first at it and then at Tom with sheer disbelief.
“Oh my God,” she screamed. “You’re wet! I thought Mom was telling stories, but you do need to wear diapers! A man your age not only takes naps but goes to the bathroom in his pants. Gross!” Lisa ran from the room. Tom could hear the water go on in the bathroom.
He cautiously, unbelievingly moved his hand down to his crotch. He gave it a light squeeze and felt the diaper squish in his hand. He was not only wet, he had soaked through his diapers. A quick glance at his bed revealed that the sheet had a wide, wet circle beneath where he was lying. Tom laid back, his head spinning. He didn’t remember even having to go to the bathroom, much less wetting. It was all so confusing…
Moments later, Nancy entered the room. “You made quite an impression on Lisa, little baby. I see you also left your mark on your sheets. Next time we’ll add more didies and some rubber panties. For now, let’s get you changed and into some dry things and then go downstairs for your bottle. Lisa’s warming it up.”
Tom sighed, defeated. He offered no resistance as he was led to the changing table. Nancy hummed to herself as she wiped his genitals and bottom, dropping the heavy yellowed diapers into a large diaper pail. The powder, the oil, it was all too much. He was lost in an infantile world with no way out.

XI.

Three days passed and Tom still had no ideas on how to get out of his predicament. The one time he protested his diapering, he was left in dirty diapers for half a day. The resultant rash and memory of Lisa’s comments about “little Mr. Stinky Pants” made him reluctant to offer any more challenges. Worse, he found himself giving in a little more each day. He gobbled up the baby food fed to him from a plastic dish and willingly submitted to naps and long stints in the playpen Nancy had set up downstairs. His boredom even made playing with infant toys a welcome diversion, much to the delight of the ladies of the house. What concerned him most, however, was his growing apathy toward his toilet habits. At first he resisted going until the pain grew too great. Lately, though, he voided as soon as he felt the urge. That morning he had even found himself wetting long before he knew he had to go. His diapers were wet much more often, a fact Nancy gleefully noted and used as evidence that Tommie’s diapers were a necessity, not a punishment.
Tom sat in his playpen pondering his fate when he heard Nancy and Lisa arguing in the kitchen.
“It’s not fair, Mom, you knew I was going out tonight,”
“I’m afraid you don’t have a choice, young lady. I’ve got to go to this meeting and you know we can’t leave baby Tommie by himself. You’ll have to babysit and that’s final.”
Lisa was pouting as she entered the room. “You’re the reason!” she cried, pointing at Tom. “If it weren’t for you—.” Suddenly Lisa stopped. Her eyes lit up and she looked at Tom in a way that made him nervous before she bounded upstairs.
Tom sat still, worried. If only he knew what she was planning. As he sat lost in thought, Nancy came into the room, bent over the top of the playpen and put her hand inside the elastic of his yellow print panties. “Wet as usual,” she sighed. Tom looked at her, surprised. He didn’t even remember peeing.

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Rokath is Lord of the Nursery

Rokath is Lord of the NurseryRokath’s first day as queen isn’t going so smoothly, but thankfully her boyfriend is there to help!

Order by Analternateguy234

Draw and above text by GrimmInHisCrib

Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/29454243/

Aww looks like the queen is a little blushing about that she have use here diaper and in need of a new clean one.

Good thing here boyfriend is there to land a hand :)