You should have listened

You should have listened..
Keep your diaper dry for six hours and you’d get your toilet privileges back - the rules were simple enough.  Standing in the corner of your living room, legs crossed and flinching from the increasing pain in your bladder, you were quickly losing confidence in your ability to not piss your pants.  You remember the previous night, several hours of drinking with your friends and stumbling into your home completely drunk. Waking up the next day, your girlfriend, Lindsay, had diapered you in a large white disposable diaper. Lying on your back in the bed, she laid out the rules.


“Here’s the rules sweetheart.  You clearly need to relearn your role in this relationship.  For the next six hours you’re staying in this diaper and you are under no circumstances to touch or remove it.  Don’t you dare let me catch you tampering with it!” she stated, face to face with you.  She quickly snatched the side of your thigh, painfully pinching it.

“OW!” you screeched in pain.

“I want to hear it from your mouth!” Her face clearly tightening in anger.

“Yeah, I got it” you said, brushing her hand away.

Your casual response had obviously pissed her off, and in an instant she lifted your right leg into the air.  Before you could react several well placed slaps from her hand hit the lower back of your leg, sending a streak of pain up your spine.

Scowling, your girlfriend hissed, “Don’t you dare give me any attitude mister!”

You curled up from the pain and pushed her away, “What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

Grabbing her phone from the bed and turning the screen to you, she says  “See this?”

Your eyes widened at what was on the screen.  Pictures of you, passed out in the bed in just a white diaper.

“Disobey me enough, and these are going to your friends” She said, smirking.  "Think they’ll want to hang out with some pervert that likes wearing diapers?“

"Give me that!” You shouted, reaching for the phone.

“Nope” your girlfriend laughed, pulling the phone away.  "You keep your little diaper there dry and clean for six hours, and I’ll delete the photos, everything can go back to normal.  You disobey me and these are going public.“

Your girlfriend stood there, smiling, obviously enjoying your predicament.

Frustrated, you let out a resigned sigh. "Fine, I’ll play your little game.  You better not send anyone those photos.”

Not even acknowledging your demand, she continued, “A few other things, no more swearing, I don’t want to hear any potty words.  If you need anything to drink or eat, you will ask me.  I don’t want you rummaging through the kitchen on your own.  Also, you will now address me directly as ‘mommy’, is that understood?”


You were immediately taken back by this, “what the hell was she thinking?” you thought.

“Tha’ts cra- ” you stopped talking, cut off by the finger she had placed over your mouth.

“Also, my little man.  If you don’t keep that diaper clean for the next six hours, you’re going to be treated like a two year old for the whole weekend” Your wife had a full on smile.

“OK that’s way too much!” you whimpered, shocked from her proposal.

Silent, your wife lifted the cellphone, waving it back and forth in her hand.  A mocking eyebrow raised as she sneered at you.

Your shoulders lightened and you whined, “Fine, whatever.”

“Great!” she exclaimed, hopping slightly from excitement.

Bending over the bed, face to face with you she asked, “Now what is my name little boy?”

Hesitating from frustration, you slowly replied “..Mommy”.



That was a little over five hours ago.  Through breakfast, story book time and several episodes of Sesame Street your diaper had stayed dry.  The tingling in your bladder had only started about an hour ago, but had quickly grown from an inconvenience to a full out disaster.  Your bladder felt like it was going to explode, and you had no options.  Your girlfriend had left you in the living room while she attended to chores around the house and you couldn’t bear the idea of calling out to her.

She had left the TV on PBS, playing a rerun of the Barney show.  You stood there holding onto your diapered crotch, straining in pain while Barney and several children danced in a circle singing.  The pain continues and you start to sweat.

“Ugh, this is ridiculous” your groan, starting to pace across the room.

Your girlfriend had given you strict orders to not leave the room, and you weren’t about to ignore them.

The tingling continues to get worse and you turn away from the TV, thinking of what to do.  Struggling, you feel you control start to slip and a wave of humiliation washes over you as you realize you had lost the battle.  Legs buckled, you grasp your belly as a hot stream of piss erupts into the front of your thick diaper.  You groan in relief as the volume increases, emitting a clearly audible hissing noise.  The front of the diaper grows both in size and warmth, the soft plastic swelling between your legs.  Closing your eyes, you shift your stance, widening your legs to accommodate the expanding mass.  The flood of piss continues and you’re surprised how much you had to go.

Finally after a solid minute of peeing, you relax as the flow of urine stops.  Opening your eyes, you stare down at the yellow, swollen diaper drooping from your crotch.  Your accident had completely flooded the diaper, causing to it have grown enormously in size.

You gently touch the front of the plastic as your realize how impossible it will be to conceal what happened. Thinking of what to do, your thoughts are cut off by a giggle coming from the hallway.

Bewildered, you look up to see your girlfriend standing in the hallway with her phone pointed at you, loudly laughing.


“I just got all of that on video!” She shouts, laughing in between words.

Red faced from both embarrassment and anger, you tighten your fists and straighten your back.  Thoughts of what to do run through your head. The situation had escalated drastically and you didn’t know what to do.  Frustrated, your anger begins to fold inward and large tears begin to well up in your eyes.  Completely losing control, the tears erupt and being pouring down your face.

“Oh I’m sorry baby” she coos, holding a sincerely concerned look on her face.  "I knew you’d react like this.  Come over here to mommy" she says, holding her arms out with a pouty look on her face.

Humiliated, you start walking over to her.  The bulk of your diaper clearly impeding your gait, forcing you to waddle.  She wraps her arms around you as you let your weight sink into her.

“Look how you waddled over to me, baby boy.  You’re just like a toddler” she whispers in your ear.

Kissing the side your head she pulls back.  "Now tell mommy, what did you do in your diaper?“ She asks, locking eyes with you.

Sniffling, you hesitate, "I…”


“Come on tell mommy, tell me what happened.”

“I was watching Barney and I had to go pee, but I couldn’t hold it.”  You say, stammering between words.

“What did you do in your diaper?” She asks, concerned.  "Did you make a number one or a number two in there?“

The question shocks you.  No way she was intending for you to poop your diaper.

"I peed my diaper” you whisper

Let’s take a look, just to make sure.  Without hesitation, she sticks her index finger into the leg opening of your diaper, pulling it back in shock. “You are soaked!  You must have been holding that all night!” She says, grinning.  "Now let’s just make sure you didn’t make any stinkies in there.“

Taken back, you quickly reply "I wouldn’t poop myself, that’s insane!”

A sharp pain erupts from the back of your thigh as your girlfriends palm connects with flesh.

“I just watched you completely soak your diaper. As far as I’m concerned you’re fully capable dropping a load in there too.” She says, sternly holding a finger to your face.  "Now let’s check"

You feel her lift the back of you shirt as she pulls the top of your diaper out.

“Hmm, I think we’re ok, but I need to get you out of that diaper.  I have several packs sitting in the kitchen.  Why don’t you be a good boy and fetch your diapers for momma?”

Your diaper was starting to cool, and the wet feeling was becoming slightly irritating.  Ready to get out of your soiled undergarment, you didn’t hesitate.

Waddling into the kitchen you immediately spot the pack of diapers.  Wrapped in tight shiny orange and red plastic, the label reads “ConfiDry 24/7 High Absorbency Diapers”.  Blushing, you grab the pack, holding it against your chest as you waddle back into the living room.

Your girlfriend had laid out a large Sesame Street changing mat across the floor with what appears to be several containers of creams, powders and various diaper changing supplies.  She had taken her skirt and bra off, wearing just a tight lace thong.  You stood there in your soiled diaper, holding the pack of diapers, clearly staring at her large breasts.  This was the first time you had looked at her like that today and you can feel your cock slowly growing warm and expanding.

“Stop staring. Get that little bottom over here and sit down” she commands in a playful voice.

Resigned to your position you sit the large pack of diapers next to the changing mat, and slowly sit down.  The thick diaper squishes against your skin, causing you to grimace.

“Good boy, now lay back” she says, cooing.

You follow her words and lay backwards, staring at the bright light from the ceiling.

“Now suck on this” she demands, forcing a large rubbery object in your mouth.  You realize it must be an oversized pacifier.  Feeling your cock hardening further, you begin to suck on the pacifier.  You realize that oddly, you were enjoying this.

“That’s it” she says softly, “let’s get this gross diaper off you”.

You feel her peeling the tapes off the front of the diaper, laying the sides down.  A rush of cool air covers your groin as she peels the wet diaper away from your skin, revealing your erect penis.



“Well well, it looks like someone is enjoying this” she laughs.

You blush at the thought. She was definitely right, this felt amazing.

“Alright baby boy, I need you to hold your legs for me.  Grab your legs and pull them up.”

Listening, you pull your legs upward to your chest, fully exposing your crotch and bottom.

“Good boy, now this might be cold!” she warns.

You feel a rush of cold as she starts wiping your skin with baby wipes.  After several wipes, you feel the diaper being pulled from under you, leaving you naked.

You hear her pull open the pack of diapers, unfolding one. She gently slides the soft plastic beneath your butt.

“Let’s get some cream on that little tushie!” she says in a babyish tone.

Surprised, you suck tightly on your pacifier as she presses a glob of sticky paste against your anus, rubbing the substance all over your groin.  Your cock is throbbing at this point, waving in the air, begging to be touched.

“Now now, let’s see if we can take of that” you hear your girlfriend say seductively.

You feel her hand wrap gently around your swollen penis, and you grunt in ecstasy.  She tightens her grip, rolling the swollen flesh between her fingers.  Squeezing your eyes shut, your balls contract and tighten in response to the pleasure.  Loosening her grip, a sudden pressure against your anus startles you.  Sliding her fingers up your ass, Lindsay again tightens her grip on your cock.

“Let’s talk about the rest of the weekend sweetie” she says calmly, holding her fingers in place.

You nod immediately, opening your eyes to her cleavage hanging over your face.  The pressure was too much, you were on the verge of climaxing.

“You’re no longer allowed to walk, I want you crawling on your hands and knees for the rest of the weekend. No more big boy words anymore either, if you need to say something, say it like a baby. Understood?” she says with a slight smirk on her face.

Exacerbated, you shake you head up and down in agreement.

Smiling, she says, “Let’s here it in your baby voice then.”  You feel her roll your cock softly around her palm.


Without missing a beat you stammer “Yesh mommy, Imma baby!.”  You cringe slightly at how you sound.

Continuing to roll your cock, she was watches you smiling.  "Ready to cum baby boy?“

She clearly knows you’re on the edge of erupting and you nod in excitement, sucking tightly against the pacifier.  She continues stroking all while plunging and retracting her fingers.  You being to arc your back and just as you’re about to explode, you feel her quickly retract her fingers and loosen her grip.

"Babies don’t make cummies, they just make pee pees and poo poos” she says laughing.  You feel her wrap the front of the diaper over your erect cock, quickly taping it.


Completely astonished, tears begin forming in your eyes, as you moan into your pacifier.

“Aw that’s ok baby boy.  You’ll eventually learn your place. Babies don’t get pussy, they get Pampers.”

Tears rolling down your cheeks, she pulls your arms forward, leaving you sitting upwards.

“It’s going to be okay, your diapee is all nice and clean now.” she says, cooing.

Standing up, she pulls her skirt up over her thong, watching your frustrated, tear ridden face.  Turning away while pulling her shirt over her shoulders, she peers out the window.

Turning to you and winking she says, “Just in time.”

Stammering, you reply, “What are you talking about?”, feeling your penis shrink as a cold wave of fear falls over you.

Your girlfriend ignores your question, walking to the front door and opening it.

“Stacy!” she shouts “You made it!”

Your mouth opens in astonishment, dropping the pacifier to the floor followed by a stream of spit.  Stacy, a friend of Lindsay’s steps through the door, locking eyes with you.


“When you told me about this, I couldn’t resist” she says, still holding eyes with you.  You had always found her extremely attractive.  Her long brown hair, large breasts and mature look definitely turned you on.

“Here he is” your girlfriend says, smiling at you.  "I just changed his diaper, he was really wet.“

Stacy laughs, "I didn’t think you’d actually get him in diapers, but here he is.”

In a rush of anger and embarrassment, you jump to your feet running for the hallway.  Just as you turn the corner, you feel hands grab at your back and arms.

“Oh no you don’t!” you hear Lindsay yell.  "Hold him down!“

You struggle and realize that both women were holding on to you.  You would have been able to fight your girlfriend off, but both of them were too much.

Struggling, you’re pulled back into the living room and pushed onto your belly directly on Lindsay’s lap.  You squirm, trying to free yourself.

"Hold him down Stacy, he’s getting a spanking for this.” your girlfriend yells.

“Noo!” you wail. You feel Stacy’s grip tighten, holding your arms behind your back. Your thick diaper is quickly pulled down, revealing your bare ass.

“Bad bad bad boy!” you girlfriend shouts, connecting several slaps against your bare ass.

“Mommy I sorry! I sorry!” you bellow, tears gushing from your eyes.  The pain was shocking, sending streaks of lighting throughout your legs and backside.  Losing control, you feel a hot spray of urine erupt into the front your diaper.

After what must have been twenty solid spanks, you feel your diaper being pulled up over your aching ass.

“On the floor, now.” your girlfriend commands.  You immediately obey dropping to your knees, looking up at the two behind tear flooded eyes.


“Keep acting up and the punishments will get worse” your girlfriend says, glaring at you.  You see Stacy holding a mocking grin towards you.

Lindsay turns to Stacy, “You see?  This is all it takes with them. They need to learn their place.”  Stacy nods, grinning still staring at you.

“And look, he pissed his diaper too. Didn’t take long for that happen” Lindsay says, giggling.  "I’m not changing that anytime soon mister, you can stew in your mess and think about what you’ve done.“

You frown, still sobbing from your spanking.

"Why don’t you spend some time in the corner with those toys?” Lindsay say, pointing to the pile of toddler toys she had laid out.  “Mommy has some stuff to talk to Stacy about.”

Not about to question her, you move to your knees and shuffle towards the corner, your diaper slightly sagging between his legs.  Not sure what to do, you roll back onto your throbbing bottom and begin sorting through the toys, acting as if you were interested.

Stacy and Lindsay are quietly chatting behind you, obviously trying to hide their conversation.  You ignore this and start stacking several colorful blocks.

Creating a small tower of blocks, you begin to feel something new.  A very small, hot feeling in your belly begins stirring followed by several large gurgles.  The feeling is pretty distinct. The same feeling you get after some food that doesn’t agree with you or after having a large cup of coffee.  Your bowels are clearly moving, and you’re stuck in a room wearing a diaper with two crazy women.

Crawling on your knees towards the two, you sheepishly stare at them.

“Yes?” Lindsay asks, an annoyed glance on her face.

“I need to use the potty” you say, looking at Lindsay, while shifting your eyes to the ground.

“Babies use their diapers.  You’re not potty trained are you?” she asks.

“I.. I need to go number two, I don’t want to use my diaper.”  you stammer.

Lindsay rolls her eyes, “Oh I don’t understand you, what did you say?”

“I need to poo poo” you say, making your admission as babyish as possible.  You feel another churn in your belly as a large gurgle erupts from your stomach.

“You made a boom boom?  I don’t smell anything, do you smell anything Stacy?” Stacy looks over to your girlfriend, shaking her head.  "I’ve changed a few poopy diapers in my time, and I don’t smell anything like that" she says, smiling at you.


“Go back to your toys, little man, we’re still talking about adult things.” Lindsay says waving her hand signaling you to leave.

Frustrated, you crawl back to your corner, picking your pacifier up and sticking it in your mouth.  You had to figure something out quick or you’d be pooping your pants like a toddler in no time.

Casually listening to the conversation behind you, you catch a few key sentences.

“Well, I think Steve will take this well too.  He’s got the same problem as this little guy, he clearly doesn’t respect female authority.”  Your girlfriend whispers.  "Why don’t you invite him over after stinky pants here goes to bed.  We’ll get some drinks in him and diaper him up after he passes out.“  You hear Stacy excitedly clapping at this idea.  "Can you imagine? They’re going to have so much fun together!”

You hear the two giggling in your direction.  Suddenly your bowels contract, and with no control a loud fart erupts into your diaper.  Your rectum feels numb for some reason, and the fart had completely caught you off guard.

Listening to the whispers you hear. “Oh when I was changing him, I gave him a couple anesthetic suppositories.  I got them online, they’re supposed to make him completely lose control. He’s going to be in full baby mode in no time.”

That explained the sudden feeling to relieve yourself.  While fingering your ass, your girlfriend had stuck suppositories up there, knowing how this would pan out. Sweat begins to bead on your forehead as your strain against the growing pressure in your behind.

“Stacy, will you watch him for a bit while I make a few phone calls?” Lindsay asks, turning to her.

”Sure, I think I can manage” Stacy happily replies.

Lifting a finger and turning to you, Lindsay continues. “All the rules are still in place. I’ve informed Stacy of everything, and she has total control to make sure you obey.  Is that clear?”

You quickly nod, shifting your worried eyes between the two women.  You slightly pull away as Stacy casually walks over to you.

“We’re going to have some fun together aren’t we?” Stacy says mockingly.  You didn’t like where this was going but you had no choice.  You watched Lindsay walk out of the room, waving a hand in you direction, smirking.

“How about some coloring books little man?” Stacy says, reaching into a large bag she had brought with her. Pulling the contents out, she reveals a Paw Patrol coloring book, with a large box of crayons.  Sitting them on the floor, Stacy gracefully sits on chair in front of you, leaning forward.  Her large breasts are peaking above her low cut shirt, forcing you to stare.


“Looking at my tits I see. Ever since we met I knew you were a little pervert” Stacy says, shaking her head with a grin.

Shaking your head out of the trance, you become panicked, begging Stacy, “Please Stacy, I need your help.  I really, REALLY need to go to the bathroom.  Please let me go!” Begging, you reach to her.


Slapping your hands away, she sharply replies, “I’m only going to warn you once, use your little boy words.”

Frustrated, you whimper, “I needs go potty, my tummy hurt.”

“What’s that?” Stacy says, smirking.  "How about your write that down in crayons for me?“

Another loud gurgle erupts from your stomach, causing the hot weight to push further down your colon.  You feel a giant mass sitting at the edge of your rectum.  Any slight movement or loss of control would surely send it spurting into the seat of your diaper.

Not questioning her, you grab a red crayon and quickly begin illustrating your predicament.  Your poor artistic abilities only contribute to the humiliating act as you render a poorly drawn stick figure holding his stomach.  To the side you scribble in barely legible words:

"i gotsa go poo poo, i use poty”

Grabbing the childish drawing, Stacy glances over it making an infantile wooing noise.  "Oh I get it, you have to go poopy, huh?“ Stacy says faking a laugh at her realization.

You nod squeamishly, holding the load of waste back with the last of your strength.  Sweat continues to trickle down your temples.

Smirking, Stacy continues, "If you can crawl all the way up the stairs to the potty and pull your diapy off, then you can use it.  How about that?  That’s what a big boy would do wouldn’t he?”

“PLEASE” you stammer.

“Ok let’s go little man, crawl up to the potty”  Stacy stands up motioning you to crawl in front of her.

You roll onto your front hands and begin crawling forward.  As you bring your first leg forward, you realize how futile this all was.  Pulling your leg forward, the slight relief in tension causes an extremely loud and wet fart to squeeze into your diaper.

Stacy snickers, “That sounds like you better hurry up baby boy!”

You frown, continuing to move.  The suppositories had worked their magic and your backside was completely numb.  Each movement forward loosening your control. Continuing to let out small farts, you finally reach the stairs.  Lifting your hands upward, a sudden cramp causes you to buckle over.

An extremely pleasurable tingling sensation shoots up your spine and with a quiet groan you relax. A hot spurt of diarrhea quickly explodes into your diaper, sticking in between your butt cheeks. Shocked, you hold still, slightly squatting over the stairway in your freshly soiled diaper.  Another cramp hits and staring blankly at the floor you give in.

Loudly grunting while biting the pacifier, you push as hard as you can.  A loud spurt of poop slips out, making rude crinkling noises as it causes the undergarment to rapidly expand.  Continuing pushing, a thick coil of mess presses into the diaper further, smashing the sticky, hot eruption over your groin.  This was beyond a small accident, you had completely and utterly soiled yourself.  You continue pushing, emitting gurgly, wet farts in between small spurts of diarrhea.  The mess was now completely filling your diaper front to back.

“Figured you wouldn’t make it.”  You hear Stacy say, mockingly.  Her words reminding you of her presence.  You ignore her, focusing on the throbbing cramps in your belly.

Normally this would have sent you into a panic, but the completely infantile act of soiling yourself had put you in a different headspace.  Your cock was completely erect and you were enjoying this.

Spitting out the pacifier you look up to Stacy, replacing the pacifier with your thumb, sucking vigorously.

Raising an eyebrow Stacy smiles, astonished.  "You’re totally into this aren’t you?“

You feel another cramp hit and facing Stacy, you continue pushing the mess into your bloated Pampers.  The strain causes a stream of urine to start flooding the front of the diaper.  Looking down you realize your once white diaper is stained yellow and brown, clearly showing your deed.

"Oh my god, you smell horrible.  What did you eat?” Stacy says, waving a hand in front of the disgusted look on her face.  “Lindsay!” Stacy yells. “Someone really needs their diaper changed!”


You hear Lindsay coming round hallway. “What’s happen..” Linsday is quickly cut off as her nose catches the smell in the air.  It was definitely horrible.  Almost three days of poop was sitting in your bloated diaper. Sucking against your thumb you stare up at Lindsay, a sad look on your face.


Pinching her nose, Lindsay gasps “Oh my god, that has to be worst thing I’ve ever smelled!”  Looking at you she says, “See what I said?  You’re definitely capable of making boom booms, isn’t that right”  You quickly nod, pulling your thumb out

“I sorry momma, I made poopy.  Please change me.” you stammer, begging your girlfriend to get you in a clean diaper.

“Crawl over to your mat and we’ll get your little Pampers changed sweetie.” your girlfriend coos.  “Stacy, I’m going to grab a bottle, will you feed him while I get that changed?”

“Oh of course!” Stacy says with a smile.

You roll onto your front hands, beginning to crawl to the mat.  Each movement forward smashing the poopy mass between your legs.  Reaching the mat, you sit down, further smashing the mess over your backside.  Looking down you see various Sesame Street characters staring back at you smiling.

Lindsay comes back in the room with a large baby bottle filled with milk. The bottle is covered in various Cookie Monster drawings and the top is capped with a gigantic rubber nipple.

“Now just give him this while I get this disgusting diaper off.”

Nodding, Stacy leans over you, asking in a babyish tone, “Open up!”

You immediately open your mouth as she forcefully pushes the oversized nipple into your mouth.  A hot stream of milk squirts into your mouth and you suck furiously.

Rubbing the front of your diaper, Lindsay exclaims “Choo choo diaper express!” giggling.

You smile into the bottle looking up at Stacy, who is smiling back at you.

Closing your eyes you feel Lindsay begin changing your diaper as a slight amount of drool escapes your lips.

“Thank you mommy”