Douglas used his tongue to push the bulbous pacifier- and it was a pacifier- out of his mouth

“Melissa! What the Hell?!”

Melissa glowered at him as she finished taping the ridiculous thing on him.

“It’s Mommy to you, little boy!” she scolded him.

“And no cursing.

You get one warning.”

Douglas laughed.

Actually laughed.

“Are you kidding-?”

Whack!

Melissa had a paddle nearby.

Her blow smacked the outside of his hip.

It stung alot!

“Bad baby!”

Whaaaaack

That one felt like it might actually leave a bruise.

“Bad Baby!”

” Ow !, Ow!, Ow! Okay I am sorry

Whaaaaack

That one definitely a bruise.

Her voice lowered back down.

“You’re sorry, who?”

“I am sorry Melissa”

Whack!

“Say it right, baby boy.”

She was even scarier now that she wasn’t yelling

“Say my name.

Tears of pain we’re already starting to form in Douglas’s eyes.

“Mommy! Your name is Mommy!”

She put down the paddle and walked over to his head.

She gave him a kiss on the forehead.

“Good baby.”

“Melissa, why are you-”

Whack!

That one had been barehanded but it still hurt.

“Uh-uh-uh.”

“Mommy, why are you doing this?”

In answer, she went back over to the dresser where the extra diapers, a bottle of baby powder, wipes, and some lotion were all placed.

Beside them was a baby bottle filled with clear liquid.

He’d hoped it was just water.

She slid on the bed next to him.

“Open up.”

Having little choice, he did as he was told.

It was water alright.

Mostly.

t had kind of a weird and funny taste to it.

“You drink this all gone, and I’ll explain.”

Douglas started to gulp it down, just to get it over with.

“Uh-uh uh. Gently. Mommy doesn’t want her little baby getting a tummy ache.”

He slowed it down to a sip.

He’d been cowed so easily.

He never thought this would be possible.

But here he was being force-fed a bottle on the threat of spanking, right after his girlfriend had diapered him.

She must’ve seen the blush rising to his cheeks at the thought of his predicament.

“No need to be embarrassed,” she told him.

“You’re just sippin’ on your ba-ba as all good babies do.”

Douglas tried to ask “Why?” but he only got out some gurgles for his trouble.

Melissa squeezed the bottle a bit more the moment he started trying to talk.

His tummy gurgled, starting to feel overfull.

Something else was feeling over full.

Still, she clearly understood what he was asking.

“I’ve just been thinking,” she said gently, a hint of malice and mischief in her eyes.

“I’ve been treating you all wrong these last couple of months.

You don’t go to work.

You don’t clean up after yourself.

You don’t pay for anything.

You just eat and drink and sleep all day.

Does that sound like boyfriend material to you, Douglas?”

Douglas couldn’t argue, and not just because he wasn’t quite halfway done.

Another cramp hit him.

This might not be all water.

“So I’m gonna treat you the way you’ve been acting,” she continued.

“Like my little. Baby. Boy.”

She bopped him on the nose, playfully.

His stomach was really starting to hurt.

His body was telling him something, but Doug really didn’t want to listen.

“No.”

Finally, he finished, and she took the baby bottle out of his mouth.

Whether it was spiked or not, the bottle was doing a number on him.

His stomach was hurting and he desperately needed to void his bowels.

But no. Not in his pants! Not in a diaper! Not like this!

“Why the cage?” he groaned.

Melissa pinched his cheek.

“Because you’ve been a bad baby.

Mommy had to take away her little boy’s favorite toy.”

She gave him a kiss full on the lips.

“Naughty widdle baby.”

The slacker grimaced and groaned.

Even with the intestinal cramps and the rapidly filling bladder,

“Oh you noticed that?” Melissa said in a squeaky high voice.

“That’s one of the ways to make sure you cooperate and be a good baby.

If you try and leave or misbehave, and act like a big strong man,” she giggled, “I’ll have something to put on the internet, and everyone will know just what an adorable widdle boy you are!”

Damn! She had him dead to rights.

Any fight he might have had went to cower in the back corner of his mind.

Still, he did struggle against his bonds.

“Oh, I know what that means!” She almost crowed.

She put a hand on his stomach.

“Be a good baby,” she whispered.

“Use your diaper.”

He wouldn’t!

He couldn’t!

He mustn’t!

Her hand thrust down into his gut.

Too late.

His body started to take over, rude noises erupting out of him as sloppy wet farts, and more than farts began to leak out his backside.

“Nooooo!” he screamed.

He struggled, he whimpered.

He clenched his cheeks and held his breath and slammed his body down against the mattress, trying to use basic physics to counter his treacherous biology!

But his new Mommy was quicker and smarter.

She started to undo his bonds, starting with his legs.

For a fleeting instant, Douglas wondered if he was being shown mercy.

Far from it.

“Don’t worry, baby,” she teased.

“Mommy will help!”

With one quick heave, she shoved his legs up towards the ceiling and back towards his chest.

His butt was now pointed away from the mattress, and the final bit of pressure pushed him over the edge.

The flood gates opened as Doug’s body finished its ultimate betrayal,

Helplessly messed himself, just like the infant he was dressed as.

“Noooooo!”

He felt the diaper expand beneath him, but not nearly enough as wet, mushy poop filled his seat and spread out.

His bowels kept on pushing as if acting on some kind of muscle memory that had faded (but not disappeared) with potty training.

His front side became equally warm and wet, with his bladder deciding to get in on the act.

If the swelling and ballooning in the back of his diaper wasn’t bad enough, the meteors on the front of the diaper started fading with the wetness, disappearing from the front and marking his shame.

Mommy’s kisses to his forehead helped, but not much.

“That’s right baby. Be good and use your diaper.”

Never before had he been so degraded, so humiliated.

He’d just filled his pants like a giant toddler.

Not even a toddler;

toddlers could at least find a place to hide before they soiled themselves.

He’d just done it all while lying down.

And it was all on camera.

He was ruined.

Ruined!

If he ever got out of line, she’d ruin him.

Douglas wasn’t much to begin with, but now if he did see a rise in his station he could be brought right back down into the playpen!

“Noooooooo”

Melissa stroked his forehead.

“Don’t worry, Dougie, Mommy will change you.

She’s used to cleaning up your messes.

The diaper just makes it easier.”

She walked back over to the dresser and laid her hand on the stack of diapers.

“All you have to do is ask.”

“Please!” Doug blurted out.

“Please what?”

“Please change me! Please change my diaper!”

“Please…who?”

“Please Mommy! Please! Please change my diaper, Mommy!”

His girlfriend…no…his Mommy did seem pleased.

But she didn’t pick up a fresh diaper.

Not right away.

Instead, she opened the dresser drawer and took out an electric buzz cutter, a can of shaving cream, a towel and a straight razor.

“I will,” she told him. “But first I have to do something for you.

You don’t look like a big boy with your hair all messy like that, but you definitely don’t look like Mommy’s precious boy.”

She smiled. “Let’s fix that.”

“Mommy! No, don’t! I’ll be good! I promise!”

“I know you’ll be good, baby Douglas,” she said. “Because you’re not getting out of that messy diaper until I make you all nice and clean up top.

Something appropriate for job interviews.

The longer it takes me to clean you up, the more likely it is you’re gonna get a nasty rash.”

She stole a look at the camera.

“Or I could just send this video out, right now.

Would you like that?”

Doug already knew the answer to that.

So did Mommy.

She wasn’t Melissa right now, rather some horrific persona Melissa had concocted.

He stayed as still as he could, trembling as she shorn his hair like a sheep down to a buzz cut, and shaved his face until it was (perhaps literally) baby smooth.

All the while, Douglas was in a special kind of agony, trying not to move or talk too much even as his diaper cooled and became itchy and smelly.

No wonder babies cried when they needed changing.

He would too if his bottom started to itch and burn without him being able to scratch it

Even if his arms were free, Douglas wasn’t sure he could scratch his ass through all of the padding wrapped around it.

He’d just end up smearing more of his own mess all over himself.