Brian’s eyes widened and he felt a flush of shame as his mother’s hands began to rub his exposed penis and all around his crotch. This was an all new height of shame for the young man. To have his own mother actually manipulating his former manhood, simply to keep it clean when he inevitably wet and messed his new diaper, was so demeaning it made Brian want to cry like the baby he was being treated as.
“There we go, that will keep mama’s widdle guy nice and comfy in his diapie,” she told him as her hand slipped under his raised bottom.
Brian closed his eyes and sniffled as he felt the cool greased fingers slip up and down his butt. He felt so violated, so powerless. He couldn’t help but wriggle his legs, wanting to pound his heels on the floor.
