Diaper Punished by Aunt Myra and the Cousins — Part 7 (Conclusion)

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“So, can I finally go now, Mom, or what? He really stinks!”

Lilly’s words rang in Jordan’s head as he sat before her in his poopy diaper, trying to make sense of what he was hearing.

It wasn’t the response to him that Jordan was expecting. In fact, it didn’t seem to be a response to him at all.

Not a response to his lengthy and numerous apologies in the epic, crayon-scrawled letter he’d just read out loud to her. Not a response to the endless compliments in it he’d lavished upon her. And most certainly not a response to what amounted to his confession of love to her moments ago…

It was merely a genuine, urgent request to her Mom that she finally be able to get away from Jordan and his stench. Spoken as if he wasn’t even there.

“Mom? Seriously,” Lilly repeated, pinching her nose in disgust.

Jordan instantly teared up, his love-fueled exuberance popping like a balloon, leaving him crestfallen faster than he thought possible. It really was one of the most humiliating things Lilly could have said in the moment. Demonstrating his entire letter may as well have been drooling, incoherent baby babble, with how much she apparently cared.

Even worse, was that as Jordan stared up helplessly at her cringing, irritated expression, he knew her response was 100% genuine.

And most horrific of all, the conversation between Lilly and her Mom only continued in front of Jordan, somehow only getting worse from there…

“Hmmm, no, you can’t go yet, hon,” Aunt Myra replied. “I think I’d actually like you to change Jordy’s messy diaper before bed, first.”

“WHAT?!” Lilly shouted in shock. Jordan’s head turned just as fast.

“Yes, hon,” Aunt Myra said. “I know you already did a lot of babysitting for Oscar when he was still in diapers, which I really appreciated. But now that your cousin Jordan is back in diapers, I need your help again. At least on weekends like this one when we’re minding him for his Mom.”

“But Mom!” Lilly shouted in horror. “You remember our deal with diaper changes for Oscar! I’m happy to change wet diapers. I’ll change wet diapers all day long if you really need me to. But you know I can’t change poopy diapers!”

“Lilly, come on, now. I know you changed a few of Oscar’s poopy diapers,” Aunt Myra said.

“Yeah, a couple! And that was Oscar, and I still couldn’t stand it! Now, you want me to change his poopy diaper?” she said, nodding toward Jordan as he sat there on the floor, speechless and mortified. “Please, Mom, I can’t change his poopy diapers! Ugh, just the stench, let alone opening it and… ugh! I can’t, I can’t, I can’t!”

“Young lady, that’s enough!” Aunt Myra scolded. “I know you don’t want to change his poopy diaper. Do you think I still want to be changing poopy diapers for a boy his age? Absolutely not. But my sister is at her wit’s end with him and is relying on us to help take care of him. And that includes changing the baby’s diaper when the baby poops his pants!”

“Now,” Aunt Myra continued, “I know you don’t want to change the over-grown baby’s poopy diaper, but that is different then saying you can’t. Because ‘can’t’ is a strong word, and I know it’s not true. He’s just like all the other babies whose diapers you’ve changed before, except bigger, a little stinkier, and maybe a bit more dim-witted,” Aunt Myra said.

“A little stinkier?” Lilly said in disbelief.

“Okay, a lot stinkier,” Aunt Myra said, exasperated. “But the point is, I really need your help tonight, because it’s already getting late due to all the interruptions the poopy baby caused during our movie, and I still need to give Oscar a bath, as well as prepare for you-know-what potentially still happening, as I still haven’t heard back either way, yet.

“So please, I’m asking you for a favor here, Lilly, mother to daughter, to pinch your nose, take this ripe, stinky baby upstairs to Oscar’s old nursery, and change his poopy diaper before bed. I promise I’ll make it up to you, hon,” Aunt Myra said.

Lilly stared at her Mom for a moment, looked down in disgust at Jordan sitting on the floor on his mush-butt, then looked back at her Mom. She finally let out a long sigh.

“Alright, fine. But you’re taking me out for ice cream on the way home from cheerleading practice on Monday,” Lilly said.

“Deal. Thank you, sweetie. I knew I could count on you,” Aunt Myra said, wrapping her daughter in a quick hug. “Now, like I said, you can take the little stinker right upstairs to Oscar’s old nursery. I’ve already stocked it with fresh changing supplies and diapers in Jordan’s size under the changing table. Grab me if you need anything!” Aunt Myra said, hustling off down the hall to go start Oscar’s bath.

Lilly slowly turned and looked back down at Jordan, folded her arms, and angrily sighed, clearly needing a moment to get over how annoyed she was before she could even proceed.

Jordan could only meekly blush and sink down lower to the floor on his diapered bottom, cringing with shame as he felt the filthy, sticky mess in the back of his padding squish even worse against his groin and bottom.

Hearing his Aunt and cousin argue about who had to change his diaper right in front of him, like he wasn’t even there, somehow made him feel like he’d just been demoted to a new level of indignity, ten levels worse than where he had been before. And this was after he’d taken the most massive dump of his life in a disposable diaper in front of the whole family!

After a moment, Jordan looked up at Lilly and meekly opened his mouth to try to speak. After all, this was the first moment he and Lilly had been alone since their previous revelatory conversation on the couch about the possibilities of their long-unrealized love…

“Uuummm, Li—“

Jordan was suddenly gagged before he could even get out Lilly’s name. To his surprise, she had suddenly shoved the pacifier back in his mouth! She swiftly strapped it up again behind his head.

Jordan then gave a muffled grunt of surprise into his paci as she yanked him to his feet by the arm, then gruffly began dragging him with her up the stairs. He grunted and whimpered through his rubber teat as he felt his thighs smashing and squishing his poopy mess in the diaper between his legs, causing him to struggle to climb the stairs fast enough with all the yucky ‘baggage’ sloshing around in his undercarriage. His filthy mess was even beginning to sting and burn from the friction of his tight plastic pants and the beginnings of a rash.

But if Lilly noticed his discomfort, she showed no signs of it, as she continued impatiently dragging him up the stairs to Oscar’s old nursery, like an unpleasant chore she was eager to just get through with.

Jordan realized he really didn’t know what was going on.

With Lilly. With Aunt Myra demanding Lilly change him. With his whole nightmarish, diapered situation, which seemed to only be spinning more and more out of control every minute…

But the most alarming thing of all was Jordan realizing… it didn’t seem to matter.

Nobody cared if the baby knew what was going on, or not.

He had no say in the matter, anyhow!

***

Jordan’s eyes widened as Lilly pulled him through the door of Oscar’s old nursery.

The distinct smell of baby powder and stale dirty diapers still hung heavy in the air, stopping him in his tracks. He couldn’t help but let his eyes pour over the absurdly babyish wallpaper, the surprisingly large crib… and most unsettling of all, the diaper changing table, which looked just big enough for Jordan to fit on.

“Stand here,” Lilly suddenly ordered, snapping her fingers and pointing to the floor next to the diaper changing table while she gathered supplies.

Jordan’s head drooped as he waddled over to the spot Lilly pointed at, his filthy diaper squelching and squishing with every step.

“Hands up above your head,” Lilly ordered when he got to the spot, snapping in Jordan’s face again to get his attention. Jordan slowly complied, lifting his hands up and feeling more belittled every time Lilly snapped at him.

“Keep ‘em up, till I say,” Lilly ordered, reaching down, and with great effort, pulling the elastic of Jordan’s thick, nursery-style plastic pants down and over his bulging diaper, then letting them drop to his ankles.

“Ugh,” Lilly said, pinching her nose from the smell released from the exposed diaper. “You stink! And I haven’t even opened your diaper yet.”

She picked up his plastic pants and held them up in front of Jordan’s face while she inspected them, pointing out the prominent brown stains on the plastic pants from Jordan’s leaky diaper.

“The stupid stinky baby couldn’t even keep his filth inside his pampers,” she commented, rolling her eyes with disgust and dropping the plastic pants in a nearby diaper pail.

Jordan’s head drooped even lower while his cheeks burned red hot with embarrassment and shame. The way she was treating him was really starting to get to him, even to his surprise.

“Hey, pay attention, dirty-diapers for brains!” Lilly said, loudly snapping in Jordan’s face again. “Butt on the changing table, now!”

Jordan suddenly teared up, softly crying as he began obediently climbing up on to the changing table. The way Lilly was treating him was really starting to make him feel sad, and he really wasn’t even sure why!

He cringed as he slowly set his diapered bottom down on the cool vinyl changing pad, the massive mess in his over-filled adult-sized disposable pamper squelching and mushing into his butt cheeks and around his balls as he sat down.

He slowly started to lay back, stopping as he felt the disgusting poopy mess squish further up his backside, but Lilly abruptly finished shoving him all the way back, indifferent to his look of discomfort and disgust as he felt his mushy filth spread even more inside his diaper.

“Now, hands above the head, stinky!” Lilly impatiently ordered, snapping in Jordan’s face again. “And don’t you dare let them come down below your neck at any point, otherwise I’ll be turning your butt from poopy brown, to paddle-red!”

Jordan watched with his hands helplessly above his head while Lilly un-taped his diaper. As she pulled it open, she stared directly down at his poopy-caked groin, twisted her face in over-the-top disgust and revulsion, plugged her nose and fanned her face.

“Oh, PEE-EW!” she gagged. “That is an absolutely filthy, filthy poopy mess you made! What is wrong with you, you naughty, naughty little stinker? What on earth did you eat? This is by far the most disgusting, shameful, filthy poopy diaper I’ve ever seen in my life!

“I mean seriously, how can you possibly stand to live with yourself knowing that instead of going to the potty, you chose to absolutely blow out your diaper with an utterly massive load of stinky, poopy filth, that someone else now has to wipe off your bottom for you, because you’re too much of a stupid, diaper-baby imbecile to potty like a big boy? Do you like wallowing in your massive mound of overflowing, poopy diaper mess, you filthy, filthy infant? Having your tiny wiener coated with an inch thick mush of your filthy poopy mess? Do you have any shame about your pathetic poopy-pants? Any shame at all?” Lilly scolded.

It was finally too much. Jordan erupted into uncontrollable, hysterical sobs. He frantically, helplessly weeped, tears and snot pouring down his face as he lay there on the changing table with his diaper open, his hands above his head, rocking back and forth in his filthy mess, and wailing louder than a toddler.

Lilly probably would have tried to continue with Jordan’s diaper change, regardless, but he was also frantically kicking his feet and no longer listening to directions.

Lilly took a step back and crossed her arms, staring down at Jordan with disdain, waiting impatiently for him to finish.

But his wailing only went on and on. And when he would happen to glimpse Lilly staring impatiently at him through his blur of snot and tears, it would only cause him to suddenly start crying harder with frustration and shame, knowing he was only acting more pathetic than ever in front of her, but was utterly helpless to calm himself.

Finally, after some time, Lilly decided she was out of what little patience she had. She walked over to Jordan, un-fastened the pacifier from behind his head, and yanked it out of his mouth.

“Alright, what? What is it, Jordan? What’s the problem? Since apparently your soother isn’t helping at all with this sobbing fit you’re throwing, anyway, just tell me what you’re crying about, so I can finally get you to stop, because I don’t want to be here all night with you and the toxic waste dump currently sitting open beneath your bottom,” she said in frustration.

Jordan looked up at Lilly holding his pacifier in surprise, then finally started to calm slightly down, hiccuping and struggling to catch his breath.

“I’m sorry, Lilly, I am! I’m sorry I’m such a naughty, stinky, baby. But I didn’t mean to do poopoo in my pants! Really! I swear I didn’t mean to make such a stinky, naughty, poopoo mess!” Jordan stammered.

“Uh-huh,” Lilly gave an impatient nod. “Got it. I will keep that in mind. Is that all, then?”

“Well… Ummm… Also, it’s just… why are you being so mean to me?” Jordan bravely managed to whimper.

Lilly’s eyes narrowed in anger, causing Jordan to flinch. But then she relaxed and sighed. “Alright. Going forward, I will be sweet as sugar about the mound of poopy mess on your bottom. At least for the rest of the evening. Now, if that’s all you needed to say to finally stop wailing like a newborn infant…” she said, re-approaching Jordan’s mouth with the pacifier.

“Wait!” Jordan yelped, pulling away from the pacifier at the last second. “There’s one more thing I just have to know. Please, Lilly… it’s killing me. Just tell me… why?”

“Why what?” Lilly asked, impatiently folding her arms again.

“Why… I mean, why did you, or rather, why didn’t you, you know… I mean, I guess I’m really trying to ask, what happened? Because I thought, you know, we had that conversation on the couch downstairs, and you told me… you told me we could, you know, maybe… but now it seems like, or rather you seem like… I guess I’m just trying to ask, you know, did you really mean it when you said, or rather, what I thought you said when you, you know…” Jordan stammered, terrified by the question he was trying to ask.

Lilly raised her eyebrow, growing more and more visibly irritable by the second.

“I guess all I’m trying to ask is did we actually have a chance?” Jordan finally blurted.

“A chance?” Lilly asked.

“Did we really have a chance to, you know…” Jordan sheepishly trailed off.

“… to be boyfriend and girlfriend?” Lilly asked, finishing his question.

Jordan gave a tiny, terrified nod.

“You want to know if we actually had a chance to be boyfriend and girlfriend?” Lilly asked, sounding incredulous. “You mean… before you suddenly drenched my bare hand with your pee, right?”

Jordan winced with shame, nodded again.

“And also, before you pooped your pants in front of me? And stunk up the whole first floor worse than an overcrowded daycare center, right?” she said.

Jordan cringed, nodded again.

“And certainly before you forced me to listen to that mortifying, interminable train wreck of oral diarrhea and verbal masturbation downstairs, that revolting, crayon-scribbled ‘letter’ you drooled over as you read to me, right? You want to know, before all that, if we, as cousins, really had ‘a chance’ to become boyfriend and girlfriend together? Perhaps even… fall deeply in love? That’s your question?” she asked.

Jordan nodded one more time, closing his eyes from the pain of realizing how pathetic it now sounded, and feeling on the verge of tears again…

Lilly suddenly sighed and leaned against the changing table, looking away for a change, her shoulders slumped.

“Of course, Jordan. We absolutely had a chance,” she finally said in a low voice. “And you know what else? I think we still have a chance.”

Jordan’s eyes shot open in surprise. “What? You do?” he asked, sitting up on the changing table, his poopy diaper still open between his legs.

Lilly turned around to face him. “Oh yes. In fact, I think we have even more than just a chance. A lot more,” she said, leaning in close to Jordan and tenderly brushing his cheek with the back of her hand.

They both stared deep into each other’s eyes. Jordan could hardly believe his senses.

“Jordy, I meant everything I said to you downstairs about my long-buried feelings for you. And I still feel that way, even if it might not look that way to you at the moment,” Lilly explained.

“Look,” Lilly continued, “I know I’ve probably come off a little irritable this evening since the movie ended. But Jordy, the thing is, come on… can you blame me? Look what I suddenly found out I had to deal with!” she said, suddenly reaching down and lifting up the front of Jordan’s open, poopy diaper. “I mean, come on, you are one stinky, stinky little soldier!” she cackled, holding his diaper mess up high between his legs for him to see.

Jordan burned bright red, utterly mortified. He suddenly started to tear up again in shame.

“But Jordan, wait, listen!” Lilly said, grabbing his attention before he could melt down. “Just because I was taken by surprise by tonight’s… messy turn of events, doesn’t mean what we talked about can’t still happen.”

She calmly pulled the front of Jordan’s poopy diaper all the way back up between his legs and loosely re-fastened the tapes, closing him back in his messy diaper without comment.

“It’s just that now that I know the full truth about your… situation,” she said, patting Jordan’s poopy diaper bottom, “this thing between us is just going to take a little more… adjustment on my part than I first realized. But that’s not necessarily a bad thing.”

“What do you mean?” Jordan asked, blushing hotly. He didn’t bother to ask why she’d pulled the front of his diaper back up. Her gentle hand on his poopy bottom secretly felt too good.

“Well, Jordan, I guess I took it at face value when you told me downstairs you didn’t actually pee your diaper like a baby… let alone fill your diaper with poop,” Lilly smirked.

“So, as you can imagine,” Lilly continued, “I was pretty shocked when you peed on my hand tonight instead of letting me make you feel like a man. Followed by you pooping yourself. And finally, the letter you wrote to me explaining you’re now officially a full-time, diaper-wetting, pamper-pooping, helpless little adult-toddler. Can you see why that might be a lot for me to suddenly have to confront about you in terms of… potty problems?”

Jordan nodded, horrifically embarrassed, but also feeling like she had a reasonable point.

But then he suddenly realized he needed to speak up. “But Lilly, wait! You don’t understand, it’s not like that. Your Mom made me write that letter! I don’t actually need diapers! I don’t actually—“

“Shhhh shhhhh shhhh,” Lilly softly but decisively shushed Jordan into silence, putting her finger to his lips. “Very funny, stinky pants. But I think we’re long past talking about this issue in hypotheticals. It’s safe to say, the matter about whether or not you go potty in your pants has been settled, and the evidence is pretty hard to ignore,” she giggled, giving Jordan’s messy diaper bottom a firm pat and squish.

Jordan blushed, realizing she had another good point. At least one he didn’t feel capable of arguing with while laying next to her in his loaded pamper…

“But all that being said,” Lilly continued. “As much of a shock as I may have found it at first, I think I’m slowly realizing there’s something I might actually really like about you wearing diapers,” she said in a low voice. “Even you wearing… poopy diapers,” she added with a devious grin, suddenly kneading and squishing the mess through Jordan’s crinkly, padded bottom.

“What do you mean?” Jordan squeaked, squirming in surprise from the messy squishing sensation.

“Well, maybe I secretly think it’s actually kind of hot, thinking of you as my naughty, little, diaper boy. Because then maybe I can be… your new Mommy. Your strong, loving, stern, beautiful… all-powerful Mommy,” she whispered.

Jordan gasped as he suddenly felt Lilly’s fondling hand move from his diaper’s mushy bottom, down to his sensitive balls, up between his legs, and suddenly land with a firm squeeze right on top of the crotch of his diaper.

“And maybe, when I put you up on your change table to clean up one of your extra-stinky messes… Mommy and baby can also have some extra-naughty fun…”

Jordan’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head as Lilly suddenly began firmly rubbing his penis through his thoroughly filth-caked diaper. He realized he suddenly had the hardest boner of his life.

“Do you like this, my naughty, stinky, baby boy? Do you like when Mommy makes you feel good in your poopy diaper?” Lilly asked, whispering in Jordan’s ear.

“Y-y-yes!” Jordan barely managed to stammer.

“Yes, what, baby boy?” Lilly teased, pinching the head of his stubby erection through his sloshy diaper.

“Y-y-yes, Mommy!” Jordan squealed, throwing his head back in a moment of paralyzing pleasure.

“That’s a good baby!” Lilly cooed in his ear. “Now, just lay back on your changing table like a good little poopy pants, and let Mommy take care of making baby feel oh so good in his stinky, stinky diapers, with all the naughty diaper-rubbies he needs!”

The way her beautiful, nimble fingers danced atop the filthy, warm, mushy mess that was squished across every inch inside his diaper filled Jordan with indescribable sensations. Naughty sensations. Perverse sensations. Ecstatic sensations.

“O-o-okay, Mommy!” Jordan managed to squeal, his whole body now practically writhing on the changing table. He suddenly jammed his thumb in his mouth, seemingly unconsciously trying to keep himself from screaming from the spikes of filthy pleasure.

He squeezed his eyes shut, and all he could picture was Lilly. Beautiful Lilly. Posed before him in a montage of every time he’d ever laid eyes on her that he could remember.

“Oooooh… Mommy!” Jordan helplessly moaned through the thumb in his mouth, his heart pounding. He frantically thrusted back in rhythm with her hand, his face flushed and dripping with sweat.

He pictured Lilly in a short skirt, spreading her legs, bending over. He suddenly felt like he was truly fucking Lilly’s hot, slippery cunt, as she perfectly gripped and stroked his diapered boner through his wet, squishy filth.

The pleasure was building and building—

Reaching unbearable heights, then going even higher—

“Maaa… Maaa… Mommy!” Jordan began frantically moaning in a desperate warming.

Lilly burst into giggles, stroking him in his messy diaper harder and faster than ever. “Who’s a naughty boy? Whose Mommy’s naughty little diaper stinker, huh? Huh? Who’s Mommy’s naughty diaper boy?” she cooed.

Finally, Jordan shrieked at the top of his lungs, his back arching, his cock standing straight on end—

“Oh Lilly, I love you! I love you so much! I want you to be my Mommy for forever and ever and everrrrraahaaauuughaaaa!!!!”

Jordan’s cock exploded with the hottest, wettest, stickiest orgasm of his life, spraying his jizz like a cursed firehose right out the top of his diaper’s waistband, and splattering his tummy, his face… even Lilly’s hair.

He bellowed one final grunt of stabbing pleasure, then collapsed back onto the changing table in his squishy diaper, utterly exhausted.

To Jordan, it felt like he’d just been transported to another planet of pure love and sexual euphoria…

But unfortunately for Jordan, he was still about to come crashing back down to planet earth, where he and everyone else actually existed.

***

Jordan heaved for breath, the orgasm fading.

The first thing he saw when he opened his bleary eyes was Lilly standing over him.

But unlike before… she suddenly looked very, very unhappy.

“Ewwwwww!!” she suddenly screamed at the top of her lungs, holding up one of her hands that had gotten splattered with Jordan’s jizz. “You naughty, naughty little pervert! This is absolutely disgusting! I can’t believe you!”

“Huh?” Jordan grunted, his head spinning. “Lilly, I don’t under—“

But before he could even finish, Lilly ran toward the door of the nursery and stuck her head out in the hallway.

“Mom! Mom, come quick, I need your help!” she shouted. “The little diaper freak suddenly just blew a nasty, sticky load all over the place! It’s disgusting and it’s everywhere!”

Jordan’s eyes widened in horror. “Lilly, what’s going on? I thought—“

“You thought what?” Lilly quietly hissed, cutting him off as she turned around and walked back toward him on the changing table. “That I would ever, ever actually be attracted to a boy who still wets and poops his pants? Are you kidding me? Let alone one who apparently wants to call his girlfriend, Mommy. Ugh, disgusting. Almost as upsetting as the stench of your sagging, poopy pamper. … almost, anyway.”

“But you... I mean, what about... or rather, why did you…” Jordan stammered.

“Why did I say all that stuff during the movie about being secretly in love with you? And rub your tiny baby-dick? Even subject myself to uttering the most gag-inducing, Mommy-pervert nonsense I could muster into your ear just now?” Lilly asked.

Jordan meekly nodded.

“Because, dirty-diapers-for-brains, I wanted to make sure that happened,” she said, pointing to the massive trail of splooge still splattered across Jordan’s belly and on the changing table. “So I could then make sure this happened,” she said with an evil smirk, turning back toward the doorway.

Jordan didn’t understand. But then Aunt Myra suddenly came barging through the nursery doorway a second later.

“Lilly! What’s wrong? Are you okay?” she asked her daughter.

“No, Mom, not really! It was awful! Look, he even got it in my hair!” Lilly squealed, showing her Mom where some of Jordan’s sticky gunk somehow managed to land. “I mean, I don’t even know how it’s possible! It was like he just suddenly sexually exploded out of nowhere while I was just trying to change his poopy diaper!

“But I don’t even understand how he could even manage to get aroused in a filthy, stinking, poopy diaper?” Lilly continued. “Just the smell of his dirty diaper from across the room makes me want to gag! Unless…. he really does have some sort of sick, pervert, sexual obsession with me, Auntie, like you were saying! Ewwww, I can’t believe it! Gross, gross, gross! ” Lilly squealed, hamming it up as she frantically tried to get Jordan’s dried semen out of her hair and off her hands.

Aunt Myra took a second to try to comfort her daughter, then she slowly turned and stared Jordan down from across the room, visibly boiling with rage.

Jordan’s eyes widened in horror. He finally realized what was happening. Why Lilly had done this…

“Mom, please! I tried, but I really can’t! Please don’t ask me to try to change his diapers, anymore. I don’t think I can bear another surprise blast to the face from the pervert’s locked-and-loaded mayo diaper cannon,” Lilly pleaded.

“Oh, god, Lilly, of course. Never again. I’m so, so sorry,” Aunt Myra said, giving her daughter another hug. “Why don’t you go run down the hall and help your little brother out of the bath. I’ll finish up here.”

“Really? Are you sure?” Lilly asked.

“Of course. Besides, I actually just saw a text that our surprise guest finally arrived, tonight, after all. They just pulled into the driveway. Be a dear and get the door, first, will you?” Aunt Myra said.

“Oh, wow!” Lilly said. Jordan could have swore Lilly then looked back at him with a look of pure, sadistic glee in her eyes. “Well, of course, Mom, I’ll get the door, now!”

Lilly turned and practically skipped out of the nursery. Just before she disappeared around the corner, she glance back at Jordan one last time, flashing a final, victorious, sinister smirk.

Jordan grimaced as he felt a chill of terror go down his spine. He had no idea what ‘guest’ they could be suddenly having over at that hour of the night. But that was also currently the least of his worries…

Aunt Myra stomped toward Jordan from across the nursery, visibly fuming. “You naughty, naughty little diaper pervert!” she bellowed.

Jordan cowered on the changing table, pulling his own loose, poopy diaper up over his filth-caked crotch for protection.

“You really are a disgusting, filthy little naughty toddler!” Aunt Myra continued shouting. “I can’t even leave you in the company of my daughter for the duration of a diaper change, without you traumatizing her by shooting your filthy pervert fluids? You couldn’t keep a lid on your perverted little cousin fetish for long enough to have her help me get you out of your own poopy diaper? You must enjoy rolling around in your filthy, poopy mess. That’s the only explanation I can imagine! You ought to be ashamed, you stinky, filthy, naughty little boy!”

“Aunt Myra, wait!” Jordan finally answered. “It’s really not what it looks like! See, it was because of Lilly, she’s the one who actually—“

Jordan stopped himself just in time. It slowly dawned on him what it sounded like he was just about to say…. I didn’t just randomly splooge, your daughter gave me a free hand job out of the blue!

He realized he was about to accidentally basically call Lilly a whore to her mother’s face all over again. And given the nightmare Aunt Myra put Jordan through the first time she heard him call her that, that evening… he didn’t dare come close to even insinuating it again. Even if it really only was the cold, hard truth!

“I don’t want to hear it! Not a word,” Aunt Myra said, ignoring what he had to say, anyway. She stood next to the changing table and stared down at Jordan, making him cower as she fumed over him with rage. “You know why I don’t want to hear a word?” Aunt Myra asked.

Jordan nervously shook his head no.

“Because, it’s not me you need to explain it to any longer…” Aunt Myra said, suddenly taking a step back and looking toward the door. “It’s her.”

Jordan gasped in horror.

“Mom!” Jordan shouted in panic as he watched his actual Mother suddenly stroll into the nursery. “What are you doing here? I mean, why are you back from your work trip already?”

Jordan burned bright red as he realized he was still wearing nothing but his visibly poopy diaper in front of her as he sat up on the elevated changing table. He frantically looked around for something to cover his shame with, but there was nothing in reach.

But if his Mother was surprised by her adult son’s sudden, infantile attire, she didn’t seem to show it.

“Well, my Jordy-dear,” his Mom began. “My original flight for tonight got canceled, and it was up in the air for a minute, there, as to whether or not there’d be another flight for me to catch tonight, or tomorrow.

“But after your wonderful Auntie Myra reached out to catch me up on everything that’s been going on this weekend, I decided to tell work I couldn’t make the trip, after all. Because apparently, my sister Myra was frantically short-staffed… trying to care for a massive, outrageously naughty, diaper-pooping toddler! And she most certainly needed all the help she can get, from the sounds of it!” his Mom shouted.

Jordan winced, then nervously looked over to his Aunt. “You told her… everything? But I thought we agreed…”

“Oh, Jordan! You silly baby! You must have forgotten the nature of our agreement, didn’t you?” Aunt Myra said with a patronizing laugh. “The agreement was that I wouldn’t tell your Mom about everything that had happened here… so long as you were properly behaved for the rest of movie night. Well, needless to say, when you stood up in front of us while we were all trying to watch Beauty and the Beast, only so that you could loudly and violently empty your bowels into your diaper like a baby, that was hardly mannerly behavior.”

Jordan burned head to toe in fresh humiliation, like he was suddenly reliving the horrific incident in his mind.

“I mean seriously, Jordan?” his Mom piled on. “Pooping your pants again? After all these years? It’s so outrageous, I don’t even think I’d believe it if I didn’t see the evidence in that filthy, filthy, poopy diaper you’re still sitting in right now. I mean my god, I thought I’d raised you to be at least as intelligent as a two year old. But I guess that’s not the case! Myra says we’ve got to put you back in diapers for the sake of everyone’s furniture, and I don’t even need to see you right now to know she’s right. Your stench alone confirms it!”

“It’s not fair!” Jordan squealed, tearing up. “The only reason I pooped my pants is because you made me drink that yucky medicine, Aunt Myra! I know that’s what made me do it! It’s Auntie’s fault I pooped my pants!”

Aunt Myra crossed her arms and frowned at Jordan. Jordan’s Mom looked at her sister, then crossed her arms as well, instinctively backing up her sister.

“My, my, Jordan,” Aunt Myra said. “You had taken all that yucky punishment medicine so well, earlier. Following all the rules and everything… Except, uh-oh, until now. Because you just broke one of the big rules. No complaining about the punishment medicine at any point. Which of course includes trying to blame your embarrassing poopy pants accident on a little sour syrup. I’m afraid this means all your suffering, downing that liquid, was in vain now. You have to go through a whole new, different punishment, to make up for breaking the rules.”

“That’s in addition to the other punishment you’ve certainly earned tonight,” his Mom added, “with what you apparently just put your poor, dear cousin Lilly through. Yes, that’s right, Jordan, Lilly told your Mommy when she answered the door just now, all about how your sexual perversions are apparently dangerously out of control.”

Jordan cringed in horror, too demoralized to possibly utter a word in his defense.

“But don’t worry, Jordy, we’re gonna get to both of those punishments shortly, I promise,” Aunt Myra teased. “Because that’s what’s so wonderful about your Mom graciously changing plans in order to come spend the rest of the weekend with us, here. I finally have the help I need to take care of you!”

“Spend the rest of the weekend here?” Jordan whimpered. “You mean, Mom… you’re not about to finally take me home?”

Jordan’s Mom laughed. “Oh, heavens, no, dear. Not for at least a few more days, depending on when I find the time to finish setting up and stocking a proper changing table for you at our house. Until then, Myra has wonderfully offered to let you continue using Oscar’s nursery, here at her place.”

“It’s no problem, sis,” Aunt Myra said. “All I care about is that your little boy finally gets the intense level of diapered attention and childcare we now know he needs. And of course, now that you’re here, we can work together to make sure Jordan gets all the diaper changes and punishments he needs for the rest of the weekend.”

“At the very least” his Mom added. “I’ll certainly be enlisting your help with as much babysitting as I can afford to compensate you for, Myra, just as soon as we get his changing table set up back at home.”

“Oh please,” Aunt Myra laughed. “You’ll never have to pay me to look after your super-sized little stinker. I know you’d do the same for either of mine.”

“Yeah, but yours aren’t still waddling around with fresh loads in their diapers!” Jordan’s Mom said, causing them both to laugh while Jordan covered his bright red face with his hands, wishing he could just disappear.

“Speaking of,” Jordan’s Mom said, sniffing the air. “Should we finally change our little stinker out of his awful, stinky diaper mess?”

“I don’t know. From what his cousin described, he really seems to enjoy sitting in it,” Aunt Myra teased, reaching down to give the crotch of Jordan’s filthy diaper one last squeeze, right in front of his Mom.

Jordan gasped, his cheeks burning even brighter red. Then he groaned and tossed his head back in despair as he watched his Aunt and Mom work together to strap him down to the table for his change.

Jordan was beginning to wonder if he’d ever see an end to his nightmarish diaper-humiliation and infantile misery. At this point, it really didn’t seem like it.

And yet, at the same time, as he looked down to watch his Mom and Aunt both undo the tapes and open his messy diaper up together…

Jordan realized he was suddenly getting yet another humiliating erection.

… but this time, Jordan was wise enough to face the truth.

He slowly realized, that for everything else his Mom, Auntie, and cousins had said and done to him, it seemed they did actually get one thing right about him…

He really was a pervert. A diapered, punished, naughty little stinky pervert, who was soon about to endure some seriously humiliating punishment from his dominating Aunt and Mommy.

And when he closed his eyes and thought about what his next orgasm was going to be like, whenever it might be, wrapped in dirty diapers, while his Aunt, cousin Lilly, and Mom all punished and humiliated him…

Jordan had to admit he wouldn’t have it any other way.

THE END.