A Humiliating, Messy Punishment

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I can’t understand why she is doing this, why I deserve this. It’s unfathomable, yet it’s happening right now, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. She motioned for me to lift my now reddened bottom up, unfolding a thick, crinkly diaper in front of me. My guts were turning as she did this, as I saw my new future before me. She slid it deftly underneath, the smooth cotton tickling my sore bottom, before sprinkling sweet smelling powder over my deflated genitals. ‘This is what happens when you have accidents James. Welcome to your new underwear,’ she teasingly said, smirking all throughout. I held my tongue, not wanting to further reduce my standing with her. It was only an accident, it wasn’t my fault. She pulled the front of the diaper up and over my cock, peeling off each tape and sticking it down, sealing me in this embarrassing undergarment.

She strode out of the room wordlessly, leaving me dumbfounded, lying on our now dry bed. Nearly losing my balance, I stood up and inspected the infantile garment attached to my waist. It was a plain shade of white, with a yellow stripe down the middle, presumably changing colour once wet. It crinkled with even the slightest movement, and it was thicker than any diaper I had previously seen. It forced my legs outwards, reducing my movement to a canlı bahis pathetic waddle. I tried pulling my sweatpants over the diaper, but it was no use. It could still easily be seen under the fabric, a large bulge clearly visible, showing everyone just how little control I had. I hope I don’t have to use this.

Rebecca came back into the room, carrying a large brown box in her arms, inside of which were several plastic wrapped bundles. Silently, she opened my underwear drawer and gathered up every single pair of boxers, depositing them directly in the trash can. She pulled out the bundles, and to my horror they were additional packs of diapers. I tried to summon up what little courage I had left and stammered,

‘Please don’t do this. Please… I won’t wet the bed again, I swear.’ It was no use

‘Honey, I’m not doing this to be mean to you. This is for your own good. If you can’t control yourself, then you need protection. Besides, what’s going to happen to the rest of these diapers if I let you go back to underwear. Nuh uh uh, you have at least a month left before we can try and get you out of diapers.’ She came over and gave me a pat on the bottom. ‘You look adorable in these and I’m sure no one will even notice a little bit of extra padding around your waist.’

‘Can I bahis siteleri at least use the bathroom when I have to poop?’ I was panicking at this point, absolutely not wanting to be filling my diapers for the foreseeable future.

‘What are diapers for? They’re to hold all your little messes, and that includes stinkies. Now, I know it might be hard at first, but by the end of this I expect you to be making pushies regularly. These diapers can hold it, don’t worry about it.’

‘But, but, please don’t do this. I can’t mess myself,’ I pleaded, begging her not to reduce me to such a pathetic state.

‘No, that’s not going to happen. We’ll see how long you can hold out. I have just the thing to put you in your place.’ With that, she retreated back to the bathroom. A few moments later, she returned wearing a latex glove and carrying a small bottle labelled, ‘Fleet’. Swiftly pushing me down over the bed, she pulled down my diaper, exposing my tight rosebud. The cap of the enema made a crack as she uncovered its syringe-like tip, and slowly pushed it into my tight ring. I gasped as it filled my bottom and the cold liquid started flowing. ‘Good boy, this will have you making stinkies real soon,’ she grinned mischievously. In just over a minute, the bottle was empty, and she hiked my diaper bahis şirketleri up again, giving it a loving pat. ‘Have fun sweetie,’ she said, leaving the room once again.

A fierce gurgling erupted from my now churning bowels. I could feel an urgency growing inside of me. It was just a matter of time before I lost control. No, this can’t be happening. I’m an adult, not some toddler about to mess their diaper. Sweat beaded my brow, and I bent over slightly, trying to clench my cheeks together. No, no, no, no, my mind raced as I struggled to prevent the inevitable. Suddenly and without warning, a deluge of noises erupted from inside of me, and I lost the battle. I felt my anus open and release a torrent of hot mess into the seat of my diaper. It spread out around my cheeks, making me blush as more continued to pour out. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, Rebecca came back into the room.

She laughed once she realized my predicament, ‘Looks like someone really did need his diapers, huh?’ I turned beet red, continuing to fill my diaper, the wetness indicator turning blue as a geyser of urine spurted from my penis. ‘Wow, it only took a few minutes for you to destroy this diaper. Glad I chose the thick ones for my little baby. I knew you couldn’t last long.’ Fully defeated, I hung my head in shame as the now soiled diaper sagged between my legs. Rebecca patted the bed and motioned me to come for a change. ‘Only 71 diapers left to go, at this rate I’ll be needing to put you back in Pampers permanently…’

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