The Diaper Cleaner

“You are a truly disgusting boy, I don’t even know what more to say to you”

Tommy avoided eye contact as best he could as his aunt continued her tirade.

“Do you know what this would do to me and Beth if people found out?  We’re trying to run a day care here and you’re upstairs masturbating in a dirty diaper.  At least it’s one you took the liberty of filling yourself so you’re not digging through the diaper pail, but that’s where you were going to hide this one, right?”

Tommy nodded slightly, still staring at the floor.

“I asked you a question!” Amanda yelled, getting angrier every second.

“Yes, Aunt Amanda”, Tommy spoke to the carpet.

“Never in my life have I thought that I would have to deal with someone so nasty, let alone my own nephew.  Go to the bathroom and change out of that smelly thing, and when you’re finished, come straight back here”, Amanda commanded.

Tommy waddled off with his poopy diaper swinging behind him.  He was speechless.  He had been attracted to the idea of wearing diapers for as long he could remember, and now his aunt had just walked in on him humping his pillow after he had messed himself.  As he got into the shower, he was panicking with thoughts of what his aunt would do.  A few minutes later, drying off, he steeled himself for what was waiting for him on the other side of that bathroom door.

He was shaking slightly as he stepped back into his bedroom where he saw his stash of diapers laid out on his bed.

“Wow!” Amanda exclaimed with artificial excitement, “Look at all the cute little patterns and colors!  I wouldn’t have thought that all this was in your closet.”

Stepping forwards towards Tommy, she inquired, “What about the bottles, bibs, and pacifiers, where are those?  Or do you just like the diapers?”

Tommy risked a glance at her face and she was undeniably pissed off.  Out of fear of upsetting her further, he answered, “I d-don’t have those, I just like the diapers.”

“Ohhh, is that right”, she continued, “have you gone poopy in all of these before or just that blue one you were wearing?  What about that jerking off?  Is that sick shit something you do all the time in your dirty diapers while I’m downstairs caring for kids?”  She yelled, her voice raising with every word.

Tommy was still looking down at the floor and he started to cry.  He had nothing to say and was unsure of how to handle this verbal assault so he just let his tears flow.

“No, no, no”, she chided, “you don’t get to cry like a baby, you were just doing a very adult activity in your disgusting diaper and I don’t want to hear it.  We’ll just have to fix this.  We’ll have to fix you so we never need to deal with this problem again”, she said, sweeping all of the diapers off the bed into a box.  “I want you to go to bed right now.  Beth and I will talk about this and we can figure out how to handle a pervert like you”.

She finished with a slam of the door and Tommy stood there bewildered before he laid down for a restless sleep, worrying himself with thoughts of whatever punishment lay before him.

But that punishment never came.  The next few days came and went and Amanda nor Beth said a word about what happened.  Of course Tommy avoided them as much as possible, but the whole time he was waiting for something he knew was coming.  Then Sunday morning arrived, and soon after waking up, Tommy heard Amanda calling him to breakfast.

Cautiously, Tommy entered the dining room and saw his aunt and Beth sitting down at the table, with a third place saved for him.  He looked at the both of them and they were giving him an inviting look, as if nothing had ever happened.  When he sat down, Amanda began speaking.

“Listen, I’m sorry about the other night.  I had never seen anything like that before and I didn’t know how to respond.  If you’re into that stuff, then fine.  You keep it to yourself and handle everything in your own private way, then I don’t care.  Allright?”  She finished with a smile.

For the first time in four days, Tommy felt calm and relieved and he returned his aunt’s smile.  In a small voice, he simply replied, “Thanks”, with a little nod before starting on his breakfast.  Picking up his glass of orange juice, he took a sip, right as the little pill at the bottom had finished dissolving.

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Tommy’s heavy eyelids lifted themselves open as he broke free from his unconscious state, but he could still see nothing.  He could tell that he was kneeling, but as he tried to stand up, he realized that his whole body was locked in place.  His grogginess quickly faded as fear filled every bit of his existence and he began struggling to move his arms, legs, head, or anything.  He yelled into the void and immediately realized that something was lodged in his mouth, but he could not tell what it was.  He began to calm down to try to figure out his situation when he heard a door open and saw light fill the space in which he was confined.

He blinked as his eyes adjusted to the light and he heard his aunt’s voice.

“Wake up sleepyhead, we found a new job for you.”

The light was no longer as blinding and Tommy was now able to make sense of his surroundings, only none of it made sense.  He was in the bathroom of the day care.  He could see the changing table, the child-sized toilet, and all the necessary supplies for taking care of bathroom needs.  And he was seeing them through a glass box.  Tommy saw that he was bound inside a cube of glass, with his legs securely restrained to the floor, his arms tightly held behind him, and his head attached to a bracket that was secured to the wall.  Above him, set into a counter top, was a metal bowl with a tube that lead down to a gag that was holding his mouth open.  All of his fear returned to him as he saw Amanda walk around the side of the cube where it was hinged open.

“Hi there”, she began in a sweet voice, “You feeling comfortable?  You remember what I said at breakfast?  Well it was a lie.  I will have no disgusting, sexually deviant behavior in my house and I will train it out of you.  Seeing as you like diapers so much, we’re going to give you some special time with them.  I don’t know if you can tell in your current state, but you’re actually wearing some diapers right now.  We didn’t know which of your diapers you liked the most, so we just put one of each on you, but don’t worry, they won’t go to waste.  You’ll be needing them all.  As for you, we figured that you could help us a little bit with the day care for a while.”

Tommy started to mumble and groan into his gag before realizing that verbal communication was not going to work, and he switched to the best bodily gestures he could muster, trying his best to figure out what Amanda meant to do with him.

She knelt down to the same level as Tommy’s confused, scared eyes, and explained,

“Well, since you’re a diaper pervert, I’m sure that you already understand that the solid waste should be properly rinsed out of a messy diaper before it’s thrown away.  We’ve always used the toilet here with a rinsing attachment, but considering that we’re getting older and that toilet is so short, it’s getting hard to lean over all the time to do so.  So we had this special little sink constructed for that job.  Unfortunately, a few of the key plumbing pieces are still on order, so that’s where you come in!”, she finished, poking Tommy’s nose playfully.

Tommy’s eyes widened in horror as he realized what his purpose here will be.  He frantically began to shake and fight against his restraints with renewed energy, all the while howling through the tube in his mouth, wishing for someone to come help him escape his horrible fate.

“Awww, what’s the matter?  I thought you liked diapers?”  She said in a mocking tone, dismissing the pleading look on Tommy’s tear-streaked face.  “The other day you seemed to be really enjoying that dirty diaper you were wearing.  Are you telling me that now you don’t like them?”

Tommy tried his best to nod yes to her question, but his head was restrained in a way that made it impossible to do so.

“No response then?  Well I guess you have a date with some diapers tomorrow!”

Now Tommy broke down into full sobbing, yelling through the ring gag as loudly as he could.

“You know that’s a waste of effort, right?  This cabinet has been sound-proofed and what we hear from the drain just sounds like standard noisy pipes.”  She says while wiping away Tommy’s tears with a tissue.  “As for the glass, it’s actually a see-through mirror.  From the outside, it’s just a shiny cabinet with a sink on it, but from the inside, you get to see each little treat coming closer and closer.  But don’t worry too much, this is only until Thursday, and all your needs will be provided for.”

As she explained this, she turned on the faucet for a few seconds, then returned her gaze to Tommy to see him swallowing the water as it drained down through the tube in his mouth.

When he was finished she added one last comment, “And of course you will be kept well-fed.  Sweet dreams, we’ll see how much you like diapers after your time here is done”.

Immediately, Tommy’s violent tugging against his restraints began anew, but his efforts were quickly silenced to the outside world as Amanda closed the cabinet and latched it tightly.  As she walked out of the room, she gave Tommy one last wave before she turned off the lights, leaving him alone in the dark with nothing to occupy him except the nauseating thought of the diaper duties that awaited.
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Tommy was unable to tell exactly how much time had passed as he sat there in the dark, nor was he able to tell if he was awake or asleep.  When he saw light shining from under the door he knew it must be around 5:30, when the daycare opened every day, but he knew it would be another hour or two before the first regulars were dropped off.  On top of being trapped in a dark room, not being able to hear anything but his own breath was torture, and all he could do was wait.

As he saw shadows quickly moving past the light coming in below the door, Tommy couldn’t help but start quivering as he tried not to think about what was coming soon.  “Is Aunt Amanda just trying to scare me?  There’s no way she’s actually going to feed me, you-know-what, is there?”  Tommy thought.  Soon enough his questions would be answered when the door opened and Amanda stepped in with a small baby in her arms.  He could see her lips moving, but he could not hear anything from inside his tiny prison.

Tommy’s quivering now turned into heavy shaking as he saw the little one get set down on the changing table.  He hoped it was just pee, but as Amanda undid the tapes, his eyes were greeted with the sight of a sloppy spread of yellow-brown mush inside.  He closed his eyes to avoid looking at the messy sight.  He already felt like throwing up just from his anxiety and the thought of what’s to come, he didn’t need to look at that mess inside that diaper.

After about a minute of squeezing his eyes shut, he dared to peek out, and he saw Amanda taping up a clean diaper onto the baby while the used one sat rolled up on the changing table.  After she was finished with her task, she opened the door and handed the baby off to Beth, saying “Can you take this little one?  I’ve got to clean up in here”

Again unable to hear what she said, Tommy’s eyes followed her every movement as his aunt shut the bathroom door, stepped up to his little cube, and unlatched the side.  Looking down at him, she said, “Do you see this diaper?” Grabbing the rolled-up item from the changing table.  “I just roll them up in the changing process to keep the little monsters from putting their hands in it, you know?”  She said as she unrolled the diaper and plopped it on the counter top.

At this moment, Tommy knew that she really intended to go through with her plan, and in his fear, he felt his own diaper begin to saturate with pee.

“This one shouldn’t be too bad”, she continued, “little one is still on breast milk, so it doesn’t even smell.  As for taste, you can be the judge.  Open wide, diaper-lover.  Here’s breakfast”

Without hesitation, she held the diaper in the sink and turned on the faucet, washing away all the messy contents along with Tommy’s last hope of salvation.  In an instant, a yellowish, messy deluge rushed down the tube and filled his mouth completely.  His eyes went wide and his stomach heaved, retching into the now-full tube.  Thankfully his stomach was empty, so nothing came up, but he still kept gagging as he saw Amanda wrap up the diaper for the last time and toss it into the pail.  From there, she returned to the cube.

“Don’t make me have to pinch your nose”, she threatened, “Since you like diapers sooo much, you’re going to swallow all of that, do you understand?  Tears were now spilling from Tommy’s eyes as he attempted his first swallow out of many to come.  It was awful, but surprisingly to him, there actually wasn’t much taste to it, but the thought of what he was doing still caused his gut to spew up what just came down.  His body racked with sobs as he realized that he would now have to gulp down that bit of poopy sludge a second time.

“Go ahead now, I believe in you”, Amanda offered in fake encouragement, “show me how the little piggy does it.”

Tommy understood that there was really no getting out of this situation.  Bracing himself, he slowly began to ingest the contents of the tube, trying his best to keep it all down.  He was relieved when he saw the top of the water line within the tube, and he closed his eyes shut, working on swallowing the rest of it.  When he could finally breath through his mouth again, he let his body relax and began bawling, and Amanda was there to offer him false comfort.

She patted him on the back, praising his efforts, and he was further humiliated to feel a burp leave his belly.

“There we go Tommy, yum yum.  You really liked your messy meal, didn’t you?  Unfortunately, I don’t think you will get another bite to eat for a little while.  Not many of our little residents still need their diapers for poopy, but there is one who has been a little backed up since Friday and his parents gave him some medicine for it this morning.  If you’re lucky, he might not make it to the potty, and then you’ll be in for quite the lunch.”

Tommy just sat there crying.  Crying about what was just forced on him.  Crying about what sort of horrors remained in store.  He watched as Amanda shut and latched the cabinet door, but before leaving, she turned the water on for a brief moment.  He was grateful for this and tried his best to swish out the poopy taste from his mouth before swallowing it.  In the next second, the door was closed and Tommy was back in the dark again.

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The empty time passed for Tommy as he awaited his next torture session.  Every few minutes his stomach gurgled and he feared the unspeakable slurry was attempting to exit in the same direction it came in, but he refused to let that happen and fought his body’s natural instinct.

The next time the door swung open, he started shaking again as he saw small girl walk in with Beth in tow.  He was relieved to see her walk to the toilet rather than the changing table, and he shut his eyes to give her privacy, hating his aunt’s hypocrisy of punishing his diaper usage by locking him up and abusing him in a children’s bathroom.

He let his eyelids relax and the girl had just finished washing her hands at the other sink before Beth led her out.  For what felt like an eternity, he waited in the dark, reacting in the same terrified manner whenever the door opened.  The inability to see the time and not knowing what the next turn of the doorknob would bring was driving him insane.  The next time light shone in, Beth came in holding a baby and set it down on the changing table.  Tommy feared the worst, but let himself relax when he saw it was just pee.  Maybe he could get lucky and not have to suffer that first disgusting experience again.

He was wrong.  Before the door shut completely after Beth and the baby exited, a small boy burst into the bathroom with a posture that indicated he was struggling to contain an accident.  Tommy watched him shuffle over to the toilet as Amanda followed him.  She knelt down and helped the boy undo his pants button and pull the trousers down, but that was as far as they could make it.  With an insultingly perfect view, Tommy had to watch the backside of this kid’s diaper immediately expand and keep filling, sagging lower and lower just like Tommy’s spirits.

He saw the boy begin to cry as his accident concluded and he did the same, crying to himself in his small box as he tried to ready himself for the horrible task ahead.  Amanda comforted the child before picking him up, placing him on the changing table, and beginning what was sure to be a difficult cleanup.  When Tommy saw the diaper open, he wanted to die.  Even in his time of filling his own diapers, both naturally and with oatmeal, he had never seen a diaper utilized to this extent, and in a gesture of pure contempt, Amanda left the dirty thing open on the side of the changing table for Tommy to see.

He was not looking though.  He had shut his eyes as tightly as he could and prayed to whatever powers in the universe to wake him from this horrible nightmare, but when he opened them, Aunt Amanda was moving towards him with the absolutely full diaper in her hand.  She performed the same ritual as last time of setting it on the counter before unlatching the side of Tommy’s prison.

Immediately, an unavoidable smell wafted into the confined space and Tommy knew that this would be much worse than last time.  Tears welled up in his eyes before Amanda began to speak.

“As you can surely tell, this little guy is definitely beyond breast milk and he’s the one I was talking about earlier with the potty problems.  Are you feeling anything naughty yet?  Remember, I found you with one of these taped on your ass and you seemed to like it a lot.”

Tommy’s wet eyes pleaded with Amanda not to do this, and he tried his best to articulate his wishes through mumbles into the gag.

“Don’t try to back out now, you brought this upon yourself.  Whoowee!”  She announced dramatically, holding up the filthy diaper with one hand and pinching her nose with the other, “I definitely don’t envy you, but I’m also not a nasty, diaper-humping sicko.  I hope you brought your appetite for this, there sure is a lot here.  Good luck!”

There was no way that Tommy could have possibly prepared himself for this round of feeding.  He heard the faucet turn on and before he could blink, solid chunks of diaper poop fell on his tongue.  The revolting presence of this new excrement impacted all of his senses, and he couldn’t hold back anymore.  His gut reflexively pulled up and he threw up into the drain tube.  He quickly discovered the unthinkable consequence of this reaction as his body was unable to counter the pressure of the fecal mixture pushing down towards him, and the vomit exploded from his nose.

Tommy’s eyes rolled back into his head as he was stuck between these two uncontrollable forces working against him and also desperate for a breath of air as the remains of his last diaper meal were projected through his only breathing passage.  When the episode was over, he snorted in a breath through his burning nose and broke down in heaving sobs, as Amanda appeared through the opened side of the cube.

“You’re really not being a very good helper here, do you know that?”  She asked, caring little about the mass of brown expulsion that ran down from the boy’s face to cover the entire front of his body, “You’re not going to get out of this by throwing up everywhere.  As of now, your mouth is a one way street.  Everything that goes out must come back in, the only true exit you have is covered by your diapers.”

Tommy didn’t even make eye contact, he could only sob as he again begged her for release with his eyes, only to see her hand reach up and plug his nose shut.  His eyes flew wide open and he went into full panic mode, thrashing against his bonds, before she released her grip.

“Earth to Tommy!” She said like it was a joke, “Your existence over the next few days is to act as a piece of plumbing.  The toilet doesn’t throw a fit when we use it, and you won’t either when you swallow every bit of poopy that falls into a diaper under this roof.  The sink is quite backed up so I suggest you get to it.  We just had lunch which means this won’t be your last snack before the day is over.  They’re napping now, so I’ll sit here and supervise you.  Now show me how the piggy does it.”  She finished with the same words from earlier.

Tommy lamented that she didn’t just let him suffocate and reluctantly began to work on the mountain of feces that hung above him.  Simply moving his tongue was terrible as air bubbles popped and the sloppy mixture introduced itself to another taste bud, forcing the indescribable taste on the captive boy in a new way.  He tried his best to break up the first solid piece of poo with his tongue, mixing it with the water, and--waiting a moment to ready himself--opened his throat.

The flood of brown slop gushed down his esophagus and Tommy fought to keep it down, and after what felt like a half an hour of battling his own body, he attempted a second gulp, and a third.  Some swallows were easier than others because they were mostly poopy water, but others contained lumps of solid, sticky crap that he struggled to ingest.  For the largest pieces, he had to use his tongue to suck on them before they were small enough to swallow.  After ten swallows, he glanced up to where the clear tubing met the sink above him and he could not yet see the end, and her cried harder.

“Yep, sometimes little ones can still make big poopies,” Amanda said, following his gaze to the bottom of the sink, “But he’s a nice little guy, look at all this pudding he made for!  Anyways, I should be getting back, they’re going to be waking up soon.  As I said, you’re going to be having more in a little while so I suggest you finish that up, and if I find anything else vomited around down here, I’ll spoon it up and feed it to you again.  See you at snack time!”

With that, she latched the door shut, took one last look at the bubbles coming up through the dirty water in the sink, and closed the bathroom door.  Tommy was once again left by himself, but with an untold amount of nastiness left to eat and the rest of it uncomfortably sloshing around in his stomach.  He worked on finishing it as quickly as he could, slurping down the diaper contents little by little until he could finally breath again through his mouth.  He could hardly bear each swallow, and he also hated that he was involuntarily going along with his role as diaper-cleaner, but he had no choice.  This time was most certainly worse, and to top it all off, he wasn’t even given one last sip of water.  Instead, he had to sit in his box with the taste of poop occupying his whole mouth with nothing else to distract him from it except his uncontrollable whimpering.

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With no other choice, Tommy sat in his isolated chamber, wishing for the day to end and his Aunt to mercifully let him out early.  He had learned his lesson, and he would never pleasure himself in diapers ever again.  At this point, he probably wouldn’t be able to see so much as a diaper commercial without needing to run to the bathroom with nauseating disgust.

He felt another rumble in his belly and he readied himself to fight one more of his body’s attempts at regurgitation, but he quickly felt that his digestive system was trying to do something else.  Tommy didn’t expect such a response so soon, but he understood why his body would want that intrusive material gone as quickly as possible.  He felt the discomfort rapidly move closer and closer to his butt hole, and when it arrived he didn’t bother trying to hold it back.  He let out a small moan into the tube as a surge of diarrhea erupted into his diaper and covered everything within in a flood of recycled poop, and it kept coming.  His multiple diapers contained everything, but even his front was completely coated from the hot, messy blast, and to his shame, he felt his penis stirring within the soft layers.

Layers.  As the last little spurts came from his anus, Tommy realized that Amanda had put multiple diapers on him and told him he would be in here until Thursday, so she probably didn’t intend to remove any of his diapers until then.  Any pleasure he felt from his diapers was now gone and he had a horrible thought of the entire floor of his prison being covered in a shallow layer of swampy shit by the time Thursday came.  But he didn’t have much time to dwell on this as the bathroom door swung open yet again and this time Beth walked in holding a baby at arms-length.

Tommy was met with a disastrous sight as he saw the baby’s diaper was already stained brown and it had failed in its job to contain the accident, with poop leaking down the baby’s legs and spread up its back.  He let out a frustrated scream in disbelief but neither Beth nor the baby responded, she simply continued to the changing table to clean up the child, yet she didn’t go for the wipes, instead she grabbed toilet paper.  Tommy watched the whole changing process, unable to understand why she was wiping the baby clean with one square of toilet paper at a time, but he was fearful to find out.

When the changing process was complete, there was a clean baby and a plastic bowl full of poop-covered pieces of toilet paper.  Beth opened the bathroom door to hand off the baby before walking up to Tommy and unlatching his door.  She recoiled slightly as she smelled what he had done in his diaper and she teased him.

“It’s a good thing you can’t move at all in there or else you would be rubbing yourself through your diapers, right?  You nasty boy.  Well I wanted to have a chance to punish you and here I am.  Since that baby had such a bad blowout, we figured it would be irresponsible to have so much poop end up in the trash from the wipes, so we used toilet paper.  You know why?  Because it partly dissolves in water and we thought it would be more edible than baby wipes.  Aren’t we generous?”

Tommy had worried that would be the plan of these sadistic women, but he didn’t want to accept it.  He didn’t want to think that they would fall to such a level of force-feeding him what they used to wipe the poop also.

Without another word, Beth pulled on a rubber glove, placed a section of messy paper over the drain and turned on the water.  By now, Tommy knew what to expect.  Of course, he had to overcome the initial urge to expel the dirty item from his mouth, but he stifled his gags, broke up the paper with his tongue, and swallowed, inadvertently covering his whole tongue in baby poop.

“With your big, stinky diaper between your legs, this is almost like feeding a baby bite-by-bite, wouldn’t you agree?”  Beth said before washing another piece of paper down the sink and looking down at Tommy.

“And flush!”  She said jokingly right before he swallowed.  She repeated the routine, saying this same thing each time, and then she added, “What a good little toilet boy, with a septic tank for a stomach.  Last one.”  She dropped the last wipe down the sink and watched Tommy flush it.

“And now,” she started, “we still have the matter of the diaper itself, but  I’ll let you make a choice.  Groan once if you want me to feed it to you regularly, or groan twice if you would rather have it taped into your head.”

Tommy thought briefly, and started crying again as he let out one single noise into the tube.  His situation here was bad enough, he didn’t need poop on his head to make it worse.

“I knew you were a disgusting boy,” she responded, “asking to chow down on this nasty mess, well here you go.”

The water turned on and once again Tommy’s mouth was blasted full of soupy, poopy, sludge.  He dutifully worked at gulping it down at the fastest pace he could without throwing up at all.  He had one bite get forced back out, but he just put his mind somewhere else and continued to receive his punishment.

“I wish I could force this whole diaper down that drain,” she said, rolling it up and throwing it away.  “We could disconnect the tube and shove it in your mouth directly, making you chew it up into nice, shitty, Pampers-flavored pieces.  Wouldn’t you love that?”

She didn’t even wait for any sort of response before locking him up again, washing her hands, and leaving Tommy to finish what she gave him.

No sooner had he emptied the tube of its contents did he feel a renewed assault on his bowels, this one much stronger than the last.  In this moment, he realized that his last bowel movement was the result of his first feeding, and his current urges were the result of his much larger, much more revolting “lunch”.

He couldn’t even hope to stop this messy explosion as the liquefied, twice-digested poop met his diaper at a rate quicker than the garment could handle.  Despite the multiple diapers, the unstoppable flow spewed from every opening, covering Tommy’s back, stomach, and legs with his watery feces, pooling below him as he wept alone.

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“Last one of the day! Hope you’re hungry little pi-,” Amanda began as she opened Tommy’s glass cage with a freshly soiled diaper in her hand, only to end up gagging at the sight and smell that was contained within.  Tommy was a grotesque picture from head to toe.  The result of the vomiting from earlier still stained his face and upper chest, while everything below his breast had a thorough coating of crap.  His diapers were still dripping into an ever-growing puddle that was gradually expanding towards the edges of his little box.  The only clean parts of the boy were his hair and the lines down face that had been cleansed by tears.

With a disgusted look on her face, she closed the door without saying a word.  He watched her roll up the full diaper and throw it in the pail before leaving.  He was left to sit in his filth for another half an hour before both Beth and Amanda returned, leaving the door open, signifying the end of the day.

“We can’t have him like this for two more days,” Amanda said, “One of the kids will find out when shitty water starts leaking from the cabinet.  But we also can’t let him win by shitting all over himself.  Unfortunately, we will have to cut his punishment short, but I have an idea.”

Holding their noses, they opened the cabinet and Tommy looked at them both.

“Have you learned your lesson yet?”  Amanda asked, “Listen.  I’ll be willing to cut you a deal and let you out of here today, but there will be one last part of the punishment, do you understand?  Do want to swallow baby poop for two more days or get out of there now?  One moan for yes.”

“Agghaaa,” responded Timmy.

The two ladies accepted his answer, and started by disconnecting the tube from his mouth, but leaving the ring gag in place.  The next step was to unlatch his head, then his legs from the floor of the cabinet and pull him out.  Since he was stuck kneeling for almost twenty-four hours, he didn’t have the strength in his legs alone to fight them, so he was thrown to floor and his legs were bound together behind the small toilet.  The two women worked together to unlatch the restraints on his hands and reattach them by his feet.  Tommy was now in the same position as he was under the sink, but kneeling on top of the children’s toilet.

Amanda took a pair of scissors and cut both sides of his diapers, allowing the back to fall open, pulling away from Tommy’s body with a squelch, and pouring the remainder of the unabsorbed diarrhea into the toilet and across the toilet seat.

“Here’s the last part of your punishment, piggy,” Amanda began, retrieving the last diaper from the pail. “To finish the day, you still have one more diaper to clean, but we’re going to do this one a little differently.”

She untaped it and held it in front of Tommy before pulling a brightly-colored plastic spoon from her pocket.  He shuddered as he knew what was coming next.  Amanda plunged the spoon into the green, sloppy pile and pulled out a heaping load.

Holding it in front of Tommy’s face, she said, “Come get your peas!  Get your peas here!” as if she was playing with a baby.

He pulled his face away from the spoon, but his aunt quickly responded, “If you don’t do this, I swear I will put you back under the sink and go grab the last load of dirty diapers out of the dumpster.  I know it’s still there and I will flush every bit of what’s left of that three-day-old shit right down your throat.  Now eat.”

Tommy’s spirit was broken, and he reluctantly held his mouth in place as Amanda overturned the spoon and scraped it clean against his tongue.  This was a much different sensation than he felt under the sink because it was completely undiluted.  The flavor of the mushy baby poop captured his whole attention as he tried to tilt his head back and let it easily slide down his throat, but Beth grabbed his head and held it still.

“Little ones have to chew their food,” she said with false caution, “we wouldn’t want you to choke right?”

New tears arose in Tommy’s eyes as he used his tongue to mash the poop against the roof of his mouth until his captors approved, and he swallowed.  His stomach crawled and he gagged twice, but was able to avoid throwing up all over both of them, even though he wanted to.  The feeding continued with childish, mocking comments.

“Here comes the airplane!”

“Open up for the train!”

“Yummy yummy!”

Each vile bite of the diaper’s contents clogged Tommy’s throat more and more like sticky peanut butter, but at long last he made it to the final swallow, and both Amanda and Beth gave him childish praise for finishing his meal.  He continued smacking his mouth trying to clear it of the messy coating when, without warning, his aunt pulled a Goodnite from the pail and shoved it into his mouth before it taping it in place.

“You look like you could use a drink to finish that off, so suck the pee out of this pull-up.  Now, tell me, did you enjoy your day?”  She asked with the same tone that she uses with the children, to which Tommy shook his head no.

“Of course you didn’t, and I hope you never even think about putting on a diaper for pleasure ever again.  If I ever catch you doing that again, I’ll put you under the floor with that same see-through mirror right over your face, and I’ll route this toilet’s pipe right into your mouth.  You’ll get to see everyone being praised for their potty-training achievements while you’ll be praised for swallowing every flush, and we have a lot more potty-trainers than diaper-wearers here.

The fear in Tommy’s eyes said it all as he looked down at the floor, suckling the potty diaper in his mouth to try to wash away the poop.

“Now you’re just going to sit there and shit out today’s food for a second time, get that all out of your system while we clean up the mess you made.  Come tomorrow, this never happened and I expect you to be a good, obedient boy forever, because who knows what else I have up my sleeve, or in my diaper pail.”

Amanda finished with that threat before she and Beth began cleaning out Tommy’s former prison cell, listening to the occasional splatters of Tommy’s releases or his moans into his diaper gag.  As for Tommy, he knew he would always be turned on by wearing diapers, but he wondered if these two ladies would actually be successful, because he didn’t believe that would ever be able to think about diapers again without remembering his revolting session as a diaper-cleaner.

THE END