As the wall is sliding open, I can't believe my eyes. Inside is a combination nursery/dungeon. This however is no nursery for a child. I'm wondering again. Certainly Karen wouldn't have gone through all of this just for me. No there has got to be more to this than I can comprehend at the moment.

"How do you like your room Markey?" Karen asks, breaking my thoughts.

"My room, what do you mean my room?" I ask.

"Well Judy is going to be gone for the weekend and she's asked me to baby-sit for you." she laughs.

"Oh my God!" I think. This is what she was talking about.

Just then Judy chimes in, "I don't think he'll give you any trouble Karen. He has been wetting his diapers quite a bit lately and has gotten use to it. He also filled his diapers, but I think he still needs a little encouragement in this area."

"Oh don't worry about a thing Judy. When you get back, you won't even know him."

I'm beginning to feel like a little child who is separated from his mother for the first time. I feel like crying, "Don't leave me Mommy. Please!" But I know better than that. I just am overwhelmed by everything that is happening here. Judy comes over and gives me a kiss.

"Now you be a good boy for Karen, and don't give her any trouble. She is not as gentle as Mommy so I suggest you behave. I'll see you when I get back."

"But where are you going?" I ask.

"Well that is really no concern of yours, now is it? You know us mothers need a little time to ourselves."

Too much is happening to quickly; I all of a sudden I feel like I'm lost. My wife has put me through some of the most humiliating days of my existence, and now she is leaving me at a friend’s house totally exposed, and she won't even tell me where she is going.

Karen has me lie down on a cot of some kind, and the next thing I know I am strapped down to it. I am left to lie there while Karen and Judy go on talking. They leave the room, the wall slides back and I have strange thoughts racing through my mind. I begin to wonder if anyone will ever see me again!

After what seems like hours, though I have no way of knowing what time it is the wall opens and in comes Karen. She has changed and is in a wool skirt and cotton blouse. She looks like a very stern mother type. The first thing she does is pull down my white shorts.

"Now we don't need these anymore do we?" As the shorts come off my legs, I feel very vulnerable in just my diapers and panties. "Oh how cute. Judy did find some nice panties for you." She then slips her hand down the front of my rubber panties, and comments, "My, my! You're still dry. This will never do. You must remember something my little man. You are wearing those diapers for a purpose. That means that they should be nice and wet. You will learn this before you leave here."

Next she's over by what looks like a sink. I see her filling a large type of bottle. When she returns, she swings over a metal rack of some sort. She hooks the bag up to this. Into the bag she attaches a tube. The tube is placed into my mouth with some sort of a device that makes it very difficult to spit out. The whole thing is strapped around the back of my head so it won't fall out.

She releases the clamp and water begins to flow into my mouth. It isn't coming in that fast, but I notice that it has a strange taste. Well needless to say that with my mouth gagged this way I won't be asking what I'm drinking.

"There, there that's much better. Now you won't have to worry about being thirsty. By the way the next time I come in here, your diapers better be soaked or do you know what’s going to happen to you? Well I hope you don't find out."

She again left the room.

Suddenly in what couldn't have even been 5 minutes, the wall opens and again there she is.

"Time to check your pants young man. Diapers!" she corrects herself and laughs, "Why, you don't wear pants do you? No, pants are for big boys. Little sissies who wet themselves wear diapers. Now let me check you."

Horror is running through my mind, I didn't wet my diapers. Oh no what's going to happen? I try with all my might, but I can't let go. I can't pee. I feel the ominous hand plunging into my panties once again.

"Well, well, so you're going to be a tough guy are you? You're going to try and be a big boy and not wet your diapers. You're being very silly Markey. And for being silly, you are going to be punished.

I wish I could talk. I'd tell her that I'm trying. I think she wouldn't buy it any way. I feel my restraints being loosened. She ties my feet together before releasing my hands.

"Markey I'm going to only tell you once. If you even make the slightest attempt at freeing yourself, you are going to wish you were dead! Do you understand?"

I nod my head yes. She releases my hands and has me sit up on the cot. She takes a piece of leather and attaches my two hands in front of me.

"There that should do it. Stand up!"

I stand up and she slowly lowers my yellow rubber pants to my knees. She rubs my rear end through the diaper. She unpins the diapers and pulls them from my crotch. She delights that I have no hair anywhere.

"Nice and clean." she says as she rubs the smooth skin above my penis. This of course gets an immediate reaction from my penis, which goes unnoticed.

She tells me to get across her lap. I do but it’s quite a struggle with the gag and tube and all. When I'm finally situated to her liking she begins her speech.

"Diaper boy, you wear diapers like a little baby. Little babies, who wear diapers, wet their diapers. Your diapers were dry when I checked you two times. This is not acceptable. If I find dry diapers on your second pants-check, you get punished. You are now going to be punished for not following MY rules."

The next thing I know my ass is on fire, and I hear the slap. She is spanking me with her hand, but it feels like she's hitting me with a stick. Over and over, I'm crying uncontrollably.

All of the sudden, I feel myself wetting.

"OH MY GOD!" I think. Tell me I'm doing this now. Why couldn't it have happened earlier?

"YOU DIRTY BABY! Just what do you think you’re doing? Get off of me!"

I try to jump up as quickly as I can. As I'm standing there, the pee is continuing to flow from me. I'm making a big mess on her floor.

"Look at what you did to me. My skirt is soaking wet! You are going to pay for this young man. You are going to pay dearly!"

I'm quickly thrown back on the cot, though this time she doesn't tie me to the cot, although with my hands and feet tied together, I'm not going to be going anywhere in a hurry. She efficiently diapers me without so much as a word. I'm getting that feeling like when I was a little kid. You know when you did something to your mother, and she doesn't say a word, she just gives you that look. I try to avoid looking directly at her, like that's going to make things better or something.

She leaves the room. I'm lying there, and I'm beginning to wonder what's going to happen to me. I begin to feel the urge to pee again; I think, "Gee, I just peed a little while ago." This time I just relax and let it flow. I feel it soaking my diapers. The double diapers have no trouble containing it all though. I actually feel relieved that I'd wet my diapers. It starts to dawn on me; Karen is making me become incontinent out of fear. I mull it over in my mind, but I try not to think about it. It conflicts with my male ego too much.

My mind then turns to other thoughts; I wonder what Karen is going to do to me. Man, I can't believe I pissed on her. Once again the door/wall slides open, and in walks Karen. This time she is dressed a little more appropriately. Over her clothes she is wearing a rubber apron.

"As you can see pissy boy, I'm dressed for you now. Let's check your diapers." The hand goes plunging into the panties, and a small smile cracks her face. "Ah, what happened? Hmm?"

Of course I can't answer her.

She takes the liberty of answering her own questions, "My, my, we certainly wet the diapers haven't we? Tell me Markey, how does it feel to be a grown man, and pissing in diapers?"

I can feel my face flushing with embarrassment.

"A big boy wetting his diapers in front of his wife's best friend."

I'm feeling very humiliated, and she knows it.

She rolls me over on one side, and begins to pat my diapered behind.

"Judy told me you like to have your little bottom patted."

The humiliation is getting very intense. I feel like I could cry. The patting doesn't seem to help; the wet diaper on my bottom is not very enjoyable.

"Well mister pissy pants, you WANTED this. REMEMBER?"

My mind remembers all to well. In one quick tug she again has my plastic panties down as low as they will go with my legs tied. I'm pushed on my back again. Off come the diapers, which she lays on my plastic covered pillow next to my head. She tells me to roll over on my stomach. This is not too comfortable either. My wet skin does not slide to well on the plastic covered mattress. Next she tells me to lift my head up. I try to do the best I can given my situation. She lays the wet diapers over the pillow. Having my feet tied, and my hands, I can tell that it won't be very long till my neck muscles get tired and my face is in that wet diaper. It doesn't matter if I turn my head or not.

Karen senses my discomfort, "Well diaper boy, I told you would be sorry for wetting on me. You are going to punish yourself. You are going to lay in your own pee."

With that I hear and feel a crack to my ass. Being startled, my head goes down on the wet diapers.

"Come on Stinky, get that head up."

I try to get my head up, and just as I do another ‘Crack’, and on it goes, until I don't even try. The humiliation is incredible. Karen finally tires of the game, and rolls me over. She quickly pins on two more diapers and up come the plastic panties. She again rolls me over onto the wet diapers.

"Now I hope this will teach you to disobey me. Why don't you try and get some rest, you’re going to need it. Now remember, I will be coming in periodically to check your diapers, and they better be nice and wet."

The diaper checking continued on for what seemed like hours. I managed to be wet within the allotted two-time check. The curse of this though was that each time I was changed, the diapers that were taken off were put up by my head. My ass was also getting very sore from the spankings. After what seemed like eternity Karen changed the rules a little.

"Well it seems that you finally learned what your diapers are for diaper boy. I am now going to finish your punishment for wetting my skirt earlier this day. Do you know how disgusting that was? You have only had a taste of disgusting. Did you like lying in your own pee Stinky? I'm going to get everything ready for you now my smelly little boy."

I could hear her over near the water again. I was starting to become exhausted. My mind was overwhelmed. What else could she possibly do to me? She came over to the cot and began to explain what was in store for me, much to my horror.

"I'm going to get the baby ready for bed," she said as she stripped off my smelly diapers. "I'm going to untie your feet and I want you to roll on your stomach." I did as I was told, "My, my your poor behind, it’s so red."

As she said this she rubbed her hand on my ass. Man, did it hurt? I only really noticed it now. It must have been the air hitting it.

"I hope you don't get diaper rash." she laughed. "But I just think you might be." Again more laughter.

The next thing I felt was something being pushed up my rectum.

"Now just relax diaper boy. I'm giving you your special treat. Just like you gave me a special treat earlier today. It's just a little fleet enema. Surely that won't bother a big boy like you?" Slowly she inserted the enema into me and released its contents. "Now roll over and let's get you ready for bed."

Out came the diapers, this time three!

"We don't want any mess in the bed now do we?"

Next came a fresh pair of yellow plastic panties. These were real stiff, and made a lot of noise. She seemed to like that.

"I can't wait to see how these look in the morning." she said.

They were a little tough going on over the three diapers. I could really feel the bulk of the diapers with the pants holding them snugly to me.

"Nice and tight. Good! That should keep everything where it’s supposed to be." She then placed a smock kind of thing over my head. "Roll over smelly boy."

I did as I was told. I could feel her tying my feet to the cot again. The spreading of my legs reminded me of the enema, in my behind. She untied my hands and finished pulling the smock down over me.

"It will be easier to see what's going on down here." she explained while patting my sore bottom.

She removed the wet diapers from the pillow. "I don't want these to distract you from all the other lovely smells that will soon be permeating your little room."

"Thank goodness!" I thought. At least I don't have to smell pee anymore.

She tied my arms to each side of the cot.

"Nice and comfy?" Judy asked me. "You really got off on wearing your diapers Markey. She said you just love to masturbate in them."

She came over and released the tube from my mouth. That felt good, my mouth was starting to get sore.

"Now you may answer my questions smelly boy, but if you make one comment, you'll have that back in your mouth for the whole night. Is that Understood?"

"Yes." I said.

"Good boy. Now tell me don't you just love to masturbate in your diapers?"

"Yes I do."

"Good stinky, because we are going to play a little game. If you can cum in your diapers before 5 minutes, I'll release you and let you use the potty like a big boy."

"Wow!" I thought, that would be great! Finally cumming, and not having to endure the ultimate humiliation. Gee, maybe Karen has a heart after all.

"However baby, if you don't cum in 5 minutes, I'll have to do the job, but baby will have to sleep in stinky diapers. Are you up for this little game Stinky?"

Like I actually had some kind of real choice.

"Yes ma'am." I replied.

"Good then let’s get started. When I start the timer you begin and do your best now. Try and be a big boy."

"Ma'am I have a question."

"What is it Stinky?"

"How am I going to masturbate myself all tied up like this?"

"Well, looking at your predicament, the only suggestion I could offer is to try and rub your little thing against your diapers and the bed. Now get, ready, GO!"

I tried with all my might. I had a couple of things against me. The restraints on the bed afforded little movement, and the little movement I did have was not getting me anywhere. I simply could not develop any friction on my penis. The plastic panties were so tight that the diapers would not move, and the panties just slid against the plastic sheet. Karen was obviously enjoying my predicament.

"Oh come on Sissy, try harder. Move that diapered ass. Come on."

As much as I tried, the only thing I managed to do in four minutes was develop a hard on. Buzzzz

"Ah, poor Stinky. Couldn't cum in your diapers like a big boy, could you? Too bad."

I was feeling terribly humiliated. I also felt like a fool for getting my hopes up. Obviously Karen was very experienced with this kind of thing. I should have known better. I felt very defeated, and Karen sensed it.

"There, there, let Aunt Karen help you out there."

She lay down almost on top of me and struggled to get her hand into my diapers. I had to admit, considering everything that happened to me today; this did not feel too bad. She began to stroke my penis while whispering humiliating comments into my ear. "Who is going to mess in his diapers? Hmm?"

"Me ma'am." I would respond. I was beginning to become quite aroused, but I also noticed that the enema was beginning to do its trick. It also didn't help matters having Karen pressing down on my back.

"Now remember little boy. If I hear or feel you messing your diapers, my hand is coming right out, and you won't get to cum. So try and be a big boy and hold it."

It definitely was starting to become quite a struggle. I could feel intense pressure on my bowels. Karen's hand on my penis felt so wonderful. I was caught in the ultimate pain and pleasure game. Karen kept stroking, and the more involved I became in looking forward to a mind-bending climax, the more I noticed, I was starting to loose control of my bowels.

When I was nearly right on the urge of cumming, a loud escape of gas came from my behind. Almost instantly Karen's hand came out of my diapers. The frustration of not being able to cum and realizing that I would not caused me to loose all control. Slowly I felt myself filling my diapers. I'd actually started to cry.

"Oh shame, shame, Stinky! I almost thought for a moment that you were going to be a big boy. No look at you, a chance to have an orgasm and what do you do. Fill your diapers like a little baby. I guess you like stinky diapers better than cumming, huh?"

All I could do was lay there sniffling.

"You have a good night little boy," she said kissing my head. "Try to get a rest and be good and maybe will play some more games tomorrow. I'd bet you'd like that wouldn't you?" I felt her hand patting my loaded bottom. "I hope you don't get diaper rash sweetie," she said as she left the room.

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I lay there feeling like the biggest fool in the world. I was very aware of the load in the back of my diapers. The tight plastic panties kept it right up against my bottom. I also noticed that my bottom was getting extremely tender. Despite it all it I was feeling very sleepy it had been quite a day.

I awoke startled; my diaper was soaked. Man, I can't believe it. I wet while I was sleeping. Not knowing what time it was and still feeling tired, I drifted back to sleep.

Suddenly the opening of the wall woke me from sleep.

"P U! Does it stink in here? It smells just like a nursery."

"Oh no!" I thought to my self, another day of this. I don't know if I can take this.

"My, my, you are a mess. Let's get you cleaned up." I felt her untying my hands and feet. "Okay, now mister Stinky, let’s stand up and we’ll get you into the tub. Wouldn't that be nice?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Good now stand up."

As I started to stand up, I noticed my legs had become very weak and I landed back down on the cot with quite a splash.

"Oh my! We are acting like quite the toddler aren't we? Here let me help you."

I felt Karen steadying me as I stood up this time. I was now acutely aware of my sore behind. I could still feel the load in the back of my diapers. As I started to walk I noticed that it was making me walk funny.

"Oh, isn't that cute?" Karen let go of me, and I was much steadier now. "Walk for me, I think that's just adorable. I love the way you walk with stinky diapers on." she laughed.

I finally made it across the room and into the bathroom. Karen had the tub filled with water. As I was standing there I made a drastic mistake. Instinctively I went to pull down my plastic panties. I guess looking at the tub filled with water was to inviting.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING?" rang through my head. "You don't EVER touch your diapers! Now sit down on the toilet."

The lid was up, and the seat was down. Man this was the weirdest feeling in the world; sitting on a toilet with diapers on. The pressure was causing the messy diapers to push even tighter on my ass.

"You just sit there till I come back for you."

What a punishment. I could have gotten up when she left but for some strange reason I just sat there. I was starting to believe that this woman was breaking me. After what seemed like hours, she came back in.

"Well have you learned your lesson stinky?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"Now tell me what must you NEVER do?"

"Touch my diapers or pants." I replied.

"Panties!" she corrected, "You wear plastic panties Baby!"

"Panties?" I replied.

"You see little Markey, when you're bad, I'm going to make you punish yourself. It's much more effective that way, don't you think?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"That's a good little boy. Now stand up and let me get you undressed."

Off came the smock and the panties as she called them. "My just look at those diapers, even with three, you can see the big stain in the back and look at the yellow in the front. You’re really quite the baby."

She unpinned the diapers, and as soon as the air hit me, I almost start crying. "Ah poor baby," she taunted. "Look in the mirror. Look at what you did to your poor bottom. Did you deserve the punishment you gave to yourself Markey?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"Now you get in that tub and soak that poor little bottom."

She placed the dirty diapers in a plastic bag and left the bathroom. The water stung at first when I sat down, but after a while it felt real good.

About a half an hour later I heard the bathroom door open, "Come on Stinky, we can't have you in here all day."

She reached for a big towel and told me to get up. She wrapped the towel around me and told me to get back to my room and, "Lay down on your bed."

I did as I was told.

"This will make your little bottom feel much better." She applied some kind of ointment to my behind and tenderly rubbed it in. "I hope you will try and do a little better today. I would hate to make you punish yourself again this way."

"I'll try hard Ma'am."

Again out come the diapers. This time there is only one diaper though, and no plastic panties. "I'm going to leave your panties off of you for now. But today, before you do anything, I want you to tell me so I can change you quickly. I don't want that diaper rash to get any worse. But believe me if you give me any trouble, I'll pack you back in heavy diapers and panties, and when you leave here you'll have to explain to some doctor how you got diaper rash. Now you wouldn’t want me to do that would you?"

"No Ma'am."

It actually felt kind of funny to have only one diaper on and no panties. I almost felt naked.

"Now drink this," she said handing me some apple juice in a trainer cup, "That's a good boy."

As I was drinking the juice she placed a large bowl of some kind of cereal in front of me. "Now do your best and eat it all up." Karen didn't have to prod me on this one; I was starving. I quickly ate all that was in the bowl.

"My, you sure are hungry. Would you like some more?" she smiled.

"Yes Ma'am."

She produced another bowl, although it didn't taste very good, it was satisfying my hunger.

After finishing my cereal, Karen told me to get up and to come with her. I was actually getting kind of use to the small room. At least in there I knew nobody would see me in my present condition.

"Come on," she said, "Bob is out of town this weekend. But if you want to spend the day in your little room, that could be arranged."

Well even though it would have been all right with me, I knew that this wasn't the correct response.

I quickly followed her out into the family room. She told me to sit on the floor, because I wasn't wearing any panties. She also reminded me to make sure and tell her before I wet. She went upstairs and I was left to watch Children’s shows on TV. It wasn't more than about twenty minutes when I got the first feelings that I needed to pee. I thought about it for a minute or two, and decided that I best call her. I didn't want to go through another day like yesterday. I mustered up my courage and started in a quiet voice, "Karen? Karen?"

"Speak up baby. Are you talking to me?"

"I a have to a wet…." I stammered.

I heard her come down the steps. "Ah what's the matter?"

I thought to myself, "How many times is she going to make me say this?".

"I have to go to the bathroom."

She started laughing, "What do you want to go to the bathroom for?"

"I have to wet."

"Ah, you have to wet. Isn't that sweet? You sound just like a baby. Well we know that you're not potty trained, and since you're wearing diapers, I don't see any reason for you to want to go into the bathroom. Now get up and go get those newspapers there and spread them on the floor. Good boy. Now stand on them, I don't want my rug to get wet in case your little diaper doesn't hold it all sweetie."

I stood on the newspapers, feeling very foolish. Karen was standing right in front of me waiting for me to pee. I didn't want to push my luck, so I concentrated on peeing as best as I could. Soon enough, I saw a smile begin to spread across her face as my pee spread across my diaper.

"That's a good boy. Now don't you feel better?"

"Yes." I stammered. Man, was this humiliating, having to pee in your diapers in front of a woman. Karen knew this all too well and was having a good time with me.

"How does it feel to have to wear a diaper and pee in front of me? You look so cute with your little diapers sagging that way. Now since you were a good boy and did what you were told, I'll change your pissy diapers. Isn't that nice of me?"

"Yes Ma'am."

Karen took me into the nursery and quickly had me changed into a clean diaper, and back out into the family room I went. This isn't too bad I thought; I could handle this. It beats the hell out of yesterday. The rest of the morning continued this way, Karen made sure I got plenty of liquids, and I had several more diaper changes before lunch.

Lunch was the same as breakfast, more of that cereal, or so I thought, actually it was a fibre laxative mixed with cereal. After lunch, I was again sitting in front of the TV when I thought I heard voices talking upstairs. I began to get a little panicky. The more carefully I listened, the more I began to realize that Karen was talking to another woman upstairs!

My mind began doing the two-minute panic drill. Man, what if I have to wet again? I wonder if I'm supposed to call her? Maybe she wouldn't want me to call her? Maybe the woman upstairs doesn't know about Karen's lifestyle? All these questions what am I supposed to do? Well despite all the questions no answers were coming. I tried to calm down. I felt like running, but I knew that was out of the question. I didn't even know where my clothes were!

As I sat there pondering everything, I noticed another problem beginning to take shape. My stomach was feeling very full and I was noticing an increasing pressure on my bowels. I also noticed that my bladder was filling as well. I tried not to think about it, but I knew I was going to have to deal with this soon. I kept hoping that the woman upstairs would just leave. As I was straining to hear upstairs, I suddenly heard quite clearly, "Come on Debbie let’s watch the movie you brought over."

"Ah shit!" I thought. There's no way I'm going to hold out for two hours!

Several more minutes passed, and I was beginning to feel cramps. I made up my mind. I was just going to do it, and wait to see what happens. It seemed like a no-win situation. (Of course it was all devised by Karen!) I stood up and almost immediately began to fill my diapers. I couldn't believe how much was coming out of me. Man, for having an enema last night, I'm so full.

I decided I would stand up so I wouldn't have to sit in the mess and squish it all over my bottom. I also stepped on to the newspapers, because I now had to wet very badly. As I let go I felt the warm pee fill my diapers and begin to drip down on to the newspapers. Man I'm going to be in quite a bit of trouble I thought. Karen is going to know something's up. It's been to long since I called her to change me. I figured there was nothing I could do now except wait.

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As I stood there, I cursed my damn fetish. Gee I wish I never got Judy involved in this stuff. She never does anything halfway; it’s always full tilt. Me and my big mouth! Judy was always having the last laugh wherever she was. Here I was having my dream fantasy. Yea more like a nightmare.

I was snapped back to reality by the smell in the room. It was beginning to become real bad. It was then I heard the visiting woman's voice as it passed next to the stairs.

"Karen, I think you have a problem in your basement. Something smells real bad at the top of the steps."

I could hear Karen begin to walk out to where her friend was, "Could you run down and see?" said Karen.

"Oh no!" I thought. How could she do this to me? I don't even know this woman. There was nowhere to hide. I just froze like a statue, and gazed at the stairs waiting for the inevitable. Slowly a very shapely pair of legs began to come down the steps. I wished I could of made myself melt.

"It's definitely something down here." she said.

I began to tremble as I stood leaking on the newspapers. I tried to keep my eyes glued to the floor but the woman called Debbie was coming into full view now. I thought to myself, "Why does every woman I'm exposed to now have to be so damn beautiful?"

She stood there just looking at me for what must have been a second, but it felt like a year.

She broke into a very large smile. From upstairs Karen spoke, "Did you find it?"

"Oh yes," she said. "I sure did." she said this as she walked toward me. "I think you better get down here Karen. I think somebody has quite a mess."

"That better be the sewer backed up, and not Markey; if he knows what's good for him."

I began to get real nervous now. I knew I was in deep trouble again.

Debbie walked slowly around me stopping when she was behind me. I could tell she was starring at the back of my sagging diapers. "Tch, tch, tch", was all she said. I could feel her beautiful eyes burning right through me as Karen slowly came down the stairs.

"I don't know what I'm going to do with you Markey! I gave you one simple rule to follow today. Do you remember what that rule was Markey? Hmm?"

As she said this she lifted my chin with her long fingers. All this time Debbie was standing behind me, "I asked you a question Markey."

Then from out of know where I felt a swat right on the seat of my loaded diaper, I couldn't believe this. Debbie was smacking my ass. I quickly came to attention. My humiliation was beyond belief.

"Uh yes, Ma'am. You told me to call you if I had to go."

"Diaper boy! Please speak up, I for one barely heard you and I'm sure all that Debbie heard was some mumbling."

CRACK, another swat landed on my loaded bottom, I could feel the mess now spreading down towards my balls and all the way up my back.

"I was supposed to tell you when I have to go to the bathroom." I said in a louder voice.

"My goodness," said Karen to Debbie, "Can you imagine this sissy wanting to use a bathroom?"

They both laughed for what seemed like an eternity.

"No sissy diaper boy, I TOLD YOU TO CALL ME WHEN YOU HAD TO WET AND MESS!" she screamed.

I played it over in my head, but the only thing I could remember was calling her when I had to wet. I thought about this for a minute, and finally came to reality, like I was going to argue or something.

Karen looked me right in the eye, "I told you last night that if you couldn't behave I was going to make you punish yourself didn't I?"

I quickly responded, "Yes Ma'am."

"I'm glad you remember something sissy."

With that Karen and Debbie walked over to the other side of the room, and began talking. I could hear certain things like diapers, changing him, punishment and then a lot of laughter.

"Well stinky boy, I'm sure glad that Debbie dropped by today, she has come up with a marvellous punishment for a little diaper boy like you. Tell him what's in store for him Debbie."

Debbie walked over to me and placed one hand right on the bottom of my dirty diaper. She slowly started to pat the mess, "Karen tells me that you like to be masturbated when you have stinky diapers."

"Yes Ma'am." I stammered.

"Good, then I have the perfect treat for you." As she was saying this she was continuing to rub the mess in my diapers while starting at the wet front of my diapers. "I see that little stinky diapers is getting aroused."

She said this as she looked at the front of my diapers. There was no denying that. My erection was definitely begging to bulge. Debbie grabbed me by my erection and started leading me into the little room. Karen had already opened the wall. I wondered for a moment, that with all the stink and wetness how these two ladies couldn't get grossed out, it just didn't seem to faze them.

"Get in there you stinky boy." Debbie ordered. "Now just stand still."

Karen and Debbie got on either side of me and slowly undid the pins holding my diapers up. When the got them undone. Debbie slowly lowered the diaper, so that all of the mess was contained within it. As soon as she had it down, she turned it around. Now the back was to the front, and the front was to the back. She lifted it up again and with Karen's assistance they began to pull the diaper back up my legs. I couldn't believe it. They’re going to put that mess against my penis!

"Hold still." shouted Karen.

I stood there as I felt the warm mess spread against my penis and the cold pee cover my backside. They pinned the diaper especially tight.

"There we go nice and tight." said Debbie.

"You’re really pretty lucky diaper boy," chimed in Karen. "All messy and you got your diapers changed."

They both started laughing.

"Now let’s come out into the family room stinky." said Debbie.

I walked out as best I could. It didn't seem to matter if I waddled or walked straight. The feeling was too much for words. The girls sat down on the couch in front of me while I stood.

"Quite a bulge he's got there." said Debbie.

"I wonder if it's for real or just a bunch of shit." laughed Karen.

"Well stinky, here's your punishment. If you want to get those shitty pissy diapers off your bottom and front you’re going to have to do something. If you want to get those dirty diapers changed, you’re going to have to lie down on the little rubber mat and masturbate to climax." said Debbie.

My face must have gone three shades of red.

"But just think stinky, not like last night when your hands were tied. Today you have freedom to move. But don't let me catch those hands in your diapers." Karen stated.

"Yea right," I thought. "The last place I want to put my hand now is in a load of shit."

"Now don't worry little diaper boy, just take your time. We've got all day. But remember, how foolish you look with a load in the front of your diapers."

I stood there for a minute or two while the girls occasionally poked the front of my diapers with their feet. I better do it. It would be better than having to stand here all day with them poking me and making comments. I fidgeted a bit and then made a move to get down on the mat.

"Oh no," said Debbie. "Tell us what you want to do."

"I want to masturbate so I get my diapers changed." I stuttered.

"Just wait a minute." Karen said. "First I want you to ask permission like a good boy."

"May I please masturbate to get my diapers changed?" I asked with real sincerity.

"Why sure you can little diaper boy, but there is one thing I forgot to tell you about."

With that Karen got up and headed for the nursery behind the wall. When she came out, I almost shit my pants again. Out comes Karen carrying that stupid timer. Karen sat down and holding the timer out for me began to explain.

"Now I'm sure you haven't forgotten how we played this game last night. Only today it will be a little different. You will get to lie down on the mat and masturbate to orgasm in three minutes, but it you don't, you have to punish yourself again."

"Punish my self again?" I thought. What the hell is she talking about?

"If you don't cum in the three minutes, I won’t help you this time. But before you get to try again, you'll have to wait till you wet your diaper again. If you don't succeed the first time, you will have to call us both to announce that you have to wet so we can both witness your babyish act."

This is getting crazier by the minute I thought. Where in the hell do they think up these things? I'm begging my penis in my mind to not let me down, so I don't have to go through an afternoon of this.

"Are you ready snookums?" Debbie asks.

I slowly get down on the mat while Karen and Debbie direct me as to where my hands should be. I hear Karen setting the timer, and then saying, "Okay diaper boy give us a good show."

I start to masturbate slowly against the rubber mat, and despite the load in the front of my diapers, I'm making some headway. Karen and Debbie must sense this and decide that it's not going to be that easy. They begin calling me names, and poking the rear of my diapers, saying things like,. "Don't fill ‘em up again Stinky." and, "Isn't he the most disgusting excuse for a man." and so on, and so on.

The references to MAN drive me crazy. Every time they say this my erection deflates. I know deep down that they also know me and I am again resigned to failure. RING! The timer goes off.

"Oh, poor little diaper boy! Such a face! Shame, shame. I hope that after you wet your diapers you'll do a little better." Debbie hands me a trainer cup of water. "Drink up stinky, you don't want to be in shitty diapers all day or do you?"

"No Ma'am." I say.

They keep handing me water and I keep drinking it.

Finally I say, "Ladies, I have to a wet."

"Ah isn't that sweet?" says Debbie.

"Go and bring your newspapers over, we don't want your mat to get wet." laughs Karen.

"Do I have to?" I reply wondering where I get this sudden urge of rebellion.

"Oh you don't have to, but I guess I’d better get you another nice pair of slippery rubber panties."

I quickly get the newspapers. I spread them out and stand on them. Slowly the inevitable begins to happen. Debbie and Karen are starring intently on my bulging diapers. The pee quickly saturates the already straining diapers and runs down my legs and on to the newspapers.

The girls make me stand there till no more is dripping from the diaper.

"Are we ready to try again sissy?" asks Debbie.

"Yes Ma'am."

The whole process is repeated, but no matter how much I try and can simply not cum in the three minutes allotted.

"I guess it's going to be a long, shitty, and pissy day for you Stinky." say's Karen.

"It would have been so much easier to just call me when you had to wet and mess, wouldn't it? Honestly you men want to be babies, but when you're given the chance you still want to hold on to that male ego thing. Well before we're through with you, you'll wet and mess in front of anyone, at anytime."

I quickly realized that with the shit and piss in the front of my diapers, I would never come to an orgasm. The girls knew this all along, but decide to give me another option.