Tricked into Diapers (Chapter 8)


Tom sat back in a chair in Sherry’s living room, feigning interest in the discussion. They had been there nearly an hour, but the discussion never strayed from babies, and Sherry’s daughter in particular. Tom looked at the baby, who was chewing a puzzle piece in her playpen. If you only knew what was being talked about, Tom thought, you’d blush. At least half an hour had been spent on your toilet habits, or rather lack of them. Better you than me, he thought.
Tom turned back to the conversation, which now centered on breast-feeding. He leaned forward a little as Sherry began to describe her breasts, taking interest as she actually fondled one while describing different positions she used. Suddenly, though, he sat back. His bowels began to gurgle and he could feel his sphincter muscle begin to contract. Slowly, but clearly, a BM was moving down Tom’s tract without any conscious effort on his part. Tom sat still and constricted his muscle, temporarily halting the movement. He looked at the clock—not quite halfway there. The strain was uncomfortable but, he thought, manageable. He just wouldn’t move much. At that point he noticed that his bladder was aching, much as it had earlier that morning at breakfast. It had to be psychological. He was just thinking about this bodily functions too much.
Five minutes later, the pain was getting worse. Tom began to sweat; he’d never make it at this rate. But going to use the bathroom was the same as surrender, an open path to daytime diapers. He’d have to take his chances and gut it out.
To his horror, he felt his bowels resume their activity. As he switched his concentration to them to halt the BM’s movement, his bladder cried louder for relief. He felt first one drop of pee, then two, escape into his diaper. He had to stop it. Quickly he moved his legs together to pressure his penis between them. The sudden movement, however, released the pressure on his bowels and before he could stop them, a large, loose clump of poop rushed from his bottom. In a panic now, Tom switched his efforts once more to try to control his bowels. As his legs’ grasp on his penis released, his bladder opened and a gusher of warm urine rushed into the front of his diaper. In seconds the front was flooded and the pee travelled back through his crotch and puddle under his bottom, where wave after wave of mushy poop settled and before pushing back in the direction the pee had come from. In thirty seconds it was over. Tom sat still, unsure what had hit him or what to do next. The slightest movement pushed his dirty diaper up into his crack and his poop farther up the front of his diaper. The pee remained a puddle, unable to soak into the oversaturated diaper. Tom was miserable.
“But at this point I’m ready to wean her,” Sherry said, looking at her child. As she did so, she sniffed the air and made a face. “Oh, dear. It never fails. Whenever I have company she messes herself. I’ll be right back.”
Sherry lifted her baby out of the playpen and began to carry her out of the room. She paused, put her nose close to the child’s rear and sniffed again. Puzzled, she pulled back the panties and diaper and looked down the baby’s backside, then put her hand down as far as she could. Nothing. She turned back and faced her guests.
“Must’ve been a false alarm. Her gas usually doesn’t smell quite so strong, though. I can still smell it. In fact, it seems to be getting more powerful.”
Tom sank deeper into the chair, wishing that it could swallow him out of the room. He could feel his face flush crimson as both women looked in his direction. Any hope of concealing his accident was gone.
“Tom, could you come over here a minute,” Nancy said sternly. “I think we need to check something.” Reluctantly, Tom got out of the chair and walked over to Nancy. As he did so, he could feel the pool of pee escape from his plastic pants and run down his leg, soaking his jeans.
“Well, look at this, Sherry. I think our big boy here has had a nasty accident. And to think that you blamed your own baby!” As she spoke, Nancy deftly unbuckled Tom’s pants and pulled them down to his ankles, unleashing a powerful odor. The bulge from the poop was obvious and the pee glistened on his leg. He stood silently as Sherry circled him, looked at his diapered crotch and wearing an amazed expression.
“Nancy, you didn’t tell me you had a baby living with you! No wonder you were so interested in diapering routines and toilet habits. You’re out of practice! You have so much to relearn. First of all, you shouldn’t keep little Tommie in such a messy diaper—he’ll get a rash for sure. Besides…” Sherry held her nose…“we don’t want the EPA at our door. Where are his extra diapers?”
Nancy frowned. “I’m afraid I didn’t bring any…I know, new mother’s mistake. I’ll have to run home to get a fresh supply. Can you watch him for awhile?”
“Don’t leave me!” Tom cried, horrified that he would be left in this condition with a stranger.
“Would you rather go home like that?” Nancy asked with scorn. “I think you’ll do better here. Might as well take these home to wash.” As she spoke, Nancy pulled off his jeans, shoes and socks, leaving Tom standing in the middle of the room in nothing but a t-shirt to cover his shame.
“I’d be happy to babysit,” Sherry said. “Let me just put the other baby down for a nap.”
When Sherry returned, she was carrying a cotton changing pad and some diaper pins. She smiled at Nancy. “Don’t want our little poopy pants leaking all over the place before you get back. Lay down on the pad, Tommie.” When he did so, she pulled it up between his legs over the plastic pants and pinned in snugly. Nancy looked approvingly before walking out the door.
“OK, baby, up and into the playpen. You’ll stay out of trouble there while I make us something to eat.” Sherry grabbed Tommie under the arms and helped him up and over the sides of the playpen. Tommie cringed as he sat down once more on his dirty bottom. Sherry saw him wince. “Don’t worry baby,” she whispered softly. “You’ll get used to the feel of wet, dirty diapers. After a week or so, you won’t even know you need changing.”
Tom’s eyes opened wide with horror as Sherry left the room. What had he done? More importantly, how could he get out of it? No answers came to mind. He sat in his mess, miserable and confused, until Sherry walked back into the room.
“OK, baby, lunch time” she said cheerfully. “Come on out and over to the couch while I feed you.” Tom looked around for the food; he was a little hungry. All he saw in the room was two bottles if the baby’s formula on the table by the couch. Then it dawned on him—she meant to feed that to him! Only the thought of those pictures of his wet bed got him out of the playpen.
“Just lay down across my lap, like this,” Sherry cooed. “Now open wide for your ba-ba.” As the nipple entered his mouth, Tom gagged. The formula was warm and sweet, yet awful. Sherry’s face grew stern as she warned him to finish both bottles.
It took a long time until Tom learned how to best suck on the nipple, but he eventually finished the first bottle. The warmth of the fluids and Sherry’s body nest to his made his drowsy. He closed his eyes, waiting for the second bottle.
“Open up, little one,” he heard Sherry say. As he closed his mouth around the second bottle, his eyes opened in surprise. This wasn’t the bottle. He looked down at Sherry’s warm, naked breast next to his cheek, her nipple well inside his mouth. Tentatively, he began to suckle. Sherry’s milk flowed into his mouth and down his throat, strangely comforting. His embarrassment gave way to a sort of peaceful relaxation, his mind for once filled with pleasant and vaguely sexual thoughts. He nursed eagerly at first, then slowly and methodically as the milk came more slowly. He was not aware of the passage of time and continued to suck even as he fell into a light sleep.
A sudden, bright flash awoke him. As he turned toward the flash, exposing Sherry’s ample tit, another flash blinded him. As his vision cleared, he saw Nancy hovering over him, camera in hand.
“What a nice pose for your friends, little baby. Just in case you decide to do something rash,” Nancy snickered.
“Speaking of rashes,” Sherry said as she hooked up her nursing bra, “I think it’s time for a change. We can use the nursery. I converted an old table to a changing table and it’s a pretty sturdy one. Do you want me to do it?”
Nancy nodded, smiling. The three headed upstairs and into the nursery. As they entered, the smell of talcum powder filled the air. Before he knew what happened. Tom was lifted onto the changing table and strapped down. His ankles hung over the end. Nancy pulled several fresh diapers out of the bag she brought and handed them to Sherry. Sherry unpinned the outer pad, leaving it under Tom’s bottom, then pulled his panties down to his ankles. Tom was horrified to see that Nancy was intent on photographing the entire diaper change.
“There, there, baby, don’t be upset. Auntie Sherry will get you all cleaned up. Let’s get you our of this stinky, sopping wet didie.” Sherry unpinned both sides, lowered the front of the diaper and quickly placed a clean diaper over Tom’s penis. She winked at Nancy. “You’ve got to be careful with boys. They pee all the time during diaper changes.”
Sherry lifted the heavy diaper off the table. Tom could see that it was stained almost completely yellow and was carrying a large load. Sherry held it at arm’s length and ran it to the bathroom, dropping it into the toilet. Returning to Tom’s side, she grabbed a handful of baby wipes. “You’ve got to be careful to get every crease and crevice,” she told Nancy as she wiped Tom’s bottom. “Also, be sure to get the tip of his pee-pee to avoid uncomfortable rashes.”
Tom looked away as she cleaned his penis and bit his lip when she moved to his balls. She seemed to be spending a long time handling them. For a brief second he began to get aroused, then remembered his situation and lost all interest. If the women noticed his momentary excitement, they ignored it.
“Now, you obviously have a heavy wetter,” Sherry continued, “so you need to double-diaper him. I’d also suggest adding another diaper in the front as a soaker.” As she spoke, Sherry placed two bright, white diapers underneath Tom, keeping the one diaper over his penis. She then proceeded to sprinkle powder all over his crotch before moving to his bottom and up over his stomach. Quickly, then, she folded the diaper covering Tom’s penis, placed it inside the two diapers and pulled them up tight. Out of nowhere she produced two large yellow diaper pins, pinning the diapers snugly.
“That should soak up most of what he wets,” Sherry said. “But you still want to be careful that he doesn’t ruin your furniture or clothing. Do you have another pair of panties? The old pair smells pretty bad.”
Nancy produced a pair of plastic pants larger than the first pair. She deftly put Tom’s feet through the leg openings and pulled them up, lifting Tom’s bottom to secure them. The panties were tight around the waist and legs, but ballooned far out from the diaper. Tom blushed at how much that reminded him of small babies he had seen and at how much harder they’d be to hide. The two women now both stood over him, smiling down at his diapered, pantied bottom.
“After everything that came out the back end, little Tommie must be pretty hungry,” Sherry remarked. “Would it be okay to start him on solids?”
“I think that would be a fine idea,” Nancy smirked. “Let’s go.”
Nancy helped Tom up off the changing table and headed toward the stairs with her new baby behind her. With his first steps, Tom realized that his legs wouldn’t come together. The thick padding of the diapers in his crotch forced his legs apart and made him toddle as he moved. Worse, the plastic panties crackled loudly with every small motion he made. He heard Sherry suppress a giggle behind him.
As he entered the kitchen, he saw Nancy removing the tray from the baby’s high chair. It took him a moment to realize that the women meant for him to sit there.
“Oh, no. Wait just a minute,” he blurted. “No way I’m going to—”
Before he could finish his protest, Sherry and Nancy grabbed his arms and pulled him down onto the chair, quickly snapping the tray into place tight against his body, locking his arms down at his side. Tom was helpless to move.
“I think it’s time to set the ground rules,” Nancy said sternly, standing menacingly over him. “so that you don’t get any ideas about getting out of here or changing your circumstances. You are now my baby, short and simple. That means you are at my complete command. You will wear diapers 24 hours a day, using them for all of your potty needs. You may not use the toilet at any time. Furthermore, you are not old enough to tell us when your didie needs changing. You will just have to stay in your messes until someone decides to change you.”
“You will also be prohibited from making any adult decisions,” Nancy continued. “Which means that we will decide what you wear, what you eat, when you sleep and so on. All communication must be in baby talk, you must crawl unless otherwise permitted to walk, and you must at all times act as the infant you are. Any objection or defiance will be met by swift, and I should say embarrassing, punishment appropriate for any naughty child. I suggest you don’t test us on this.
When I feel the time is right, we will begin your potty training. I promise we’ll make every effort to train you before you go home at the end of the summer, but that depends on how you behave. You will be a good little baby, won’t you?” Nancy winked at Sherry as she spoke.
“Of course, there will be no way to hide your problem from Lisa any longer.” Tom blushed as Nancy said this, but kept the obscenities from flowing out of his mouth. “In fact, I will rely on her to help me with your daily care. All of the feedings, baths and diaper changes are a lot for only one woman to handle, as Sherry could tell you. We may even need a babysitter once in a while.”
“Your life as a baby will also be documented on film. At this point, we won’t let anyone in your hometown know about your problem keeping your panties clean and dry. If you get out of line, though, these pictures would make some amusing viewing for your friends at home.”
“Oh, and one more thing,” Nancy said, smiling as she produced an oversized terrycloth bib with pictures of pink and yellow baby animals on it. “You must address me as ‘Mommy’ at all times. Shall we have lunch, Baby Tommie?”
Tom sat in the high chair, mortified. For the first time in memory, he was not in control of a situation, and had no solution. He desperately wanted to cry out as Nancy fastened the bib around his neck, but held back. He needed time to think. All he could do now was go along until an idea came to him.
“Now, open wide for the airplane,” Nancy cooed. As Tom opened his mouth, Nancy shoveled a heaping spoonful of baby peas into him. Tom’s taste buds immediately revolted and he shoved the peas back out with his tongue, feeling them run down his chin. Nancy was quick with the spoon, however, and she scooped them back up into his mouth a second time. “Now, now Tommie, you have to eat your peas. We have two more jars after this one.” As she spoke, Nancy dabbed Tom’s chin with his bib. “Then maybe Auntie Sherry will let you nurse a little more.”
Tom finished the peas with great difficulty, resenting Nancy’s obvious relish at smearing the food all over his face. He was relieved to be released from the chair and led, crawling, to the living room. Nancy propped him up on Sherry’s lap as Sherry exposed her breast. Anxious to get the taste of peas out of his mouth, Tom eagerly took the tit into his mouth, much to the women’s delight. He ignored their taunts as he sucked the warm milk.
Suddenly, his contentment disappeared. All the distractions had covered up the ache in his bladder. He had to pee badly. He tried to turn away to tell his needs, but Sherry forced his head back deep into her bosom. No other choice, Tom thought. He released the flow of pee slowly but could soon feel the gusher flood his diaper. It seemed to never end as it soaked the front, then the crotch and finally the rear of his diaper. The relief was tremendous and he resumed sucking with vigor. A few minutes later, he felt Sherry’s hand go inside his panties and press against the front of his sopping diaper. She smirked.
“I think Baby Tommie has taken to his didies quite nicely. He’s soaked. When he drains my milk, we’ll change him.”
“Okay, Sherry,” Nancy replied, looking at her watch. “Then I think it’s time to go home for his nap.”