The ‘Breaking In’ Punishment — Part II (Conclusion)

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My pacifier suddenly came in handy as I chewed, grunted, and groaned through the worst bowel discomfort of my life.

Still dressed in nothing but my slightly soggy diaper and the restraints holding my hands behind my back, I rocked and trembled and twisted as much as my position in the corner allowed.

But as tortured as I was by keeping my nose against the wall while still blindfolded, my hands bound behind my back, and fighting my constipated bowels now filled to the brim with that massive enema…

I didn’t dare leave the time out my Mommy ordered me to. Nor did I dare to give in and just poop my diaper, like every fiber of my being was begging me to…

I was now desperate to obey her in a way that I’d never been before.

Because in just the last hour or so, I’d seen a side of her I’d never seen before. Pure sadism. Just thinking about the pain left on my butt cheeks so far from her spanking and whipping tonight gave me chills of terror. And I was determined to be a model little boy for her, until she finally deemed my punishment was over.

I just hoped—as my bowels continued erupting with groans and twists and cramps worse than I ever thought possible—that my body wanted to be as good of a boy as I did. Because right now, it did not look good.

Then… I heard it. The front door. Followed by a new woman’s voice down the hall. Multiple women.

My eyes widened in horror beneath my blindfold. I could barely believe it. She was actually doing it. She was actually having guests over tonight. Guests that were strangers to me, from the sounds of their voices down the hall.

I started blushing bright red from head to toe. Facing the humiliation of potentially losing my battle with my bowels and taking the biggest, stinkiest poop of my life in my diaper in front of my Mommy alone was already unbearable.

But her friends as well?

Suddenly it all became unbearable. And while I still didn’t dare pull my nose from the corner… I started quietly crying beneath my blindfold from the overwhelming pain, discomfort, and diapered humiliation.

I could hear the women’s voices approaching, filling my soul with indescribable dread.

But then, I heard them seemingly go into the kitchen. At least they hadn’t seen me standing in the corner in the living room dressed in just my diaper and grunting while I resisted my bowel movement. At least not yet…

But then, suddenly, I heard her voice again. Mommy. She was standing right behind me.

“Aww, are you okay, sweetie? It looks like you’re having a hard time,” she said in a soothing voice.

I almost burst into sobs of relief and joy. My hopes soared sky high.

Oh, I was sure this was finally it! She was finally going to reveal it was all a bluff. She just wanted to bring me to the brink of disaster… then pull me back just in time. Surely, I thought, surely she was about to let me go sit on the toilet to release my horrific enema, then send me to bed without her friends seeing me, after all.

Right?

I whimpered and nodded through my pacifier, but still kept my nose in the corner, as she’d already successfully trained me to do so far.

“Aww, poor thing…” she said, rubbing my back. Her comforting touch felt like the hands of an angel. I reflexively relaxed so much, I almost exploded with my poopy mess into my diaper right then and there.

“It must be hard standing in that corner while you’re so distracted, huh? Especially with my friends coming over like this. Do you want some help from Mommy?” She asked.

I frantically nodded my head again, whining in the affirmative.

“Alright, I’ve got just the thing,” she said.

There was a moment of silence… and I felt a bit confused. What was happening? What was she doing? Wasn’t she about to finally release me?

But then, I felt pressure in my ear. Like, she was putting something in it…

Then she went around to the other one, and did the same thing.

It took me a moment to figure it out, but when I did, I was horrified…

Earplugs! I realized she had just put earplugs in my ears!

“There, that should help you not worry about hearing the distractions of my friends being here!” I heard her say loudly into my ear, though her voice was now muffled and quiet, given how much the earplugs dampened the sound.

“Now, keep being a good boy, and I’ll grab your shoulder to let you know when your punishment is over when I return. And remember, keep that pacifier in, that nose in that corner, and the back of that diaper odor-free!” she ordered, giving me a final pat on my diapered bum and walking away.

It took me several moments for it to fully sink in what she had just done to me. Because it was true, I couldn’t hear her friends in the other room anymore. But it slowly dawned on me… this was far, far worse!

Now, I was blind, mute, immobilized… and deaf!

Which meant for all I knew, her friends were all standing right behind me now. Gathered around me. Watching me, laughing at me, taking pictures of me in my yellow diaper, while I stood here dumbly, totally unaware!

I realized that I had just been submerged into realm of total sensory deprivation torment. Because now, the only sensation I could focus on at all…

Was my roaring, painfully cramping stomach…

And my ever more exhausting effort to keep my sphincter closed at all costs.

***

Seconds felt like minutes, and minutes felt like days.

As I stood in the corner, in total blackness and silence, praying with all my might not to poop my diaper…

My mind was forced to dive deep into vivid thoughts and memories, the sensory deprivation acting like a sort of imposed, lucid dream.

All I could do was replay every time in my life I’ve ever taken a shit. Just imagining and savoring the freedom I used to have of just being able to sit on the toilet and release without worry.

Oh, how I wish I had just pooped on the potty chair that morning when my Mommy asked me to! That would have been one second of embarrassment and discomfort… compared to this ever-lasting, diaper-constipated-enema hell I was in right now!

I thought about every moment in mine and Mommy’s relationship. Our short relationship so far. The first time I told her I liked diapers. The first time she taped a fresh diaper on me. The first time she changed my diaper and wiped my peepee saturated groin.

Her smile. Her scent. The way she held me every night before tucking me into my crib. Oh… how I loved her!

And yet, how I hated her! I hated her so, so much that she was doing this to me! Tormenting me. Subjecting me to unimaginable humiliation with no end in sight!

In the quiet darkness, I heard distant laughter.

My heart started pounding.

It was exactly what it would sound like if all of Mommy’s friends were all gathered in the living room right now, all watching me, laughing hysterically and taking video with their phones to share on their facebooks and instagrams.

And yet, it was also exactly what it would sound like if my mind was playing tricks on me. Because the laughter was distant enough, for all I knew, it was just my paranoid hallucination.

As I dredged up my memories of my diapered life, all my humiliating, vulnerable moments and insecurities, it only made perfect sense that I would hear the sounds of mocking laughter!

Children’s laughter from school, who would cackle at me when they spotted that I had wet my pants.

Past girlfriends, who I could only imagine would throw their heads back in hysterics if they could see how pathetic I was right now for themselves.

The laughter of my own Mom and Dad if they ever knew even a hint of how perverse I was. If they knew the situation I was in right now, they would probably believe I was only getting exactly what I deserved from this woman I now lived with. For I should be ashamed about harboring and seeking to fulfill such sick, pathetic, infantile fantasies of diapers and sexual domination.

The laughter got louder and louder. Never ending. Making me burn red hot from head to toe in unspeakable shame and humiliation.

My gut groaned and spasmed, making me twist and grunt and bite on my paci. It only got worse and worse and worse, making me pour with sweat from every pore from my unspeakable physical discomfort.

The ghostly laughter. The excruciating cramping. The darkness, silence, and immobility.

It all conspired to drive me mad. I felt like I was losing all touch with reality.

It felt like I was standing in the infinite abyss.

Just me, trapped there naked and standing in my diaper, and the universe laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing…

Until finally, mighty spasms shook me from head to toe.

I started grunting and squealing and gasping like a boar into my pacifier…

And finally…

FFRRRRRTTTTTTTT…

BLLLRRRGGHHHSHSHSHHHHHH

I erupted into the back of my diaper with the most massive dump of my life.

***

The relief I felt from the massive, sudden, overpowering void I just exploded with was indescribable. But the easing of the pressure in my gut felt like it only lasted moments.

And it felt like it had only been seconds after I dropped the most massive, poopy load of my life into my thirsty padding, and I’d barely even had a chance to catch my breath, when suddenly…

The sound of the living room came back into my ears, and felt louder than a rock concert. It took me a second to realize the earplugs had just been pulled out.

Then my blindfold was ripped off, causing me to squint from the blinding brightness, in a similar daze from the sudden plunge back to audio sensory stimulation, after standing in silent darkness for so long.

My eyes came into focus to see that my Mommy had just spun me around by the shoulder. I instantly dropped to my knees before her in sheer exhaustion.

Then I made sense of a sound rushing into my head… laughter.

Behind my Mommy, I could now suddenly see all three of her friends, sitting on the couch, huge cackling smiles on their faces as they stared at me, all of them in hysterics.

I looked up at my Mommy. Her expression… was furious.

“Did you poop your pants?” She demanded, ripping my pacifier out of my mouth.

I stared back up at her… speechless. I couldn’t possibly conceive of what to say. Everything suddenly felt paralyzing.

My gut was still heaving from the massive explosion of enema-induced number two I had just dropped like a filthy, stinky, bomb into the back of my pants. And already, I was being made to answer for it…

I tried to move my lips, to at least say something, but still no sound came out. Looking up at my Mommy, I was just simply paralyzed with terror.

Finally, I burst into tears. “Mommy! Mommy! Well… I… I… I…”

Suddenly—

FFLLLLRRTTT… SLRRRRRTTTSSHHH… FLLLLPHWOOOOOSHHHHHH

I was stunned as my stomach erupted with a second bomb in my pants without warning.

I stood there on my knees, sobbing as I looked up at my Mommy, while I helplessly exploded into the back of my diaper with the second most massive, poopy mess of my life. All while she continued furiously staring down at me, and her three friends erupted in unbearable hysterics as they watched from the couch.

Unghhhh… aagghhh… ooohhhhhh…

I grunted and moaned and heaved and prayed for it to stop. But the waves of warm, mushy, messy, poopy filth just kept dumping into my already packed poopy diaper bottom.

I could immediately feel its warmth and wetness rapidly soaking into my diaper and pooling against my ass, and down to my balls. And again and again, I just kept pushing more and more of my endless mess out. It just wouldn’t end! It truly felt like my diaper was being filled to the very brim with my awful, stinky poopy shame.

Until finally… it slowed down. And my body finished with a sudden nice, long hissssssss as my bladder dumped into the front of my totally saturated, poopy diaper with just as much abandon.

At last, both my front and back were empty, and both the front and back of my diaper were unspeakably warm, soggy, loaded, messy, wet, and full.

I heaved, trying to catch my breath. Then, finally, I got the courage to look up again.

Mommy was still staring down at me, her expression more furious than ever.

“Well? Are you going to answer my question?” She repeated. “Did you poop your pants, little boy? Even after I explicitly told you not to?”

“I… uh… uh… uh… uh… umm…. uh…” I babbled in my pacifier, my cheeks bright red and soaked with tears. My poopy mess suddenly felt heavier than ever. I just wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear.

“Tell me what you did in your pants. Right now!” she snarled.

“I’m sorry, Mommy! I pooped my diapee!” I suddenly burst into wailing sobs, my tears no doubt a subconscious effort to throw myself at her mercy. “I didn’t mean to, I swear! But I made a big poopy mess, and I’m sawwy! Pwease, I really couldn’t help it, I—“

I was suddenly silenced by my Mommy shoving the pacifier back into my mouth.

“I know, you stupid baby,” she scolded. “We all know. You stink worse than ten overcrowded daycare diaper bins. Not to mention the loud and noisy grunts, gurgles, and farts you’ve been subjecting me and my friends to for the last 30 minutes as you danced in the corner, clearly trying to make a big poopy mess in your pants. I just wanted to see if you at least had the decency to admit your pathetic, filthy, infantile deed out loud before I muted you again.”

Her words felt like a gut punch.

My mind immediately shifted back to my entire time in timeout. And I realized they seemingly were all laughing at me the whole time.

I started burning in betrayal and shame.

And the massive, warm, poopy mess caked up my ass and down into the crotch of my diaper now felt heavier than a ton of bricks. A ton of poopy diaper bricks, making me want to squirm in utter humiliation, shame, and disgust.

“Now come,” she said, yanking me by the ear.

I screamed in pain as she yanked me to my feet. With every step I took, it felt like my whole ass and genitals were swimming in a mushy prison of filthy, soggy mess, swaying and swinging back and forth.

She walked me to the middle of the living room, to the new piece of furniture I was on before. Now that I could see it, I could see I was exactly right about what I thought it was. It was a horizontal spanking bench, but with white, nursery-print, vinyl padding.

“I hope you enjoyed making that poopy diaper as much as it looked and sounded like you did, young man,” she scolded. “Because you just turned your one night of punishment… into one full month.”

***

I could barely process the full horror of what my Mommy had just told me, as she stood me up before the spanking bench, and told me to spread my legs and wait for her to return.

I complied, sucking my dummy and standing there obediently.

Slowly, I raised my gaze to the three women sitting on the couch just to my left. They were all staring at me in silence, their eyes ravenous like saucers, huge smiles across all their faces.

I glanced away again immediately, my cheeks burning bright red. As I stood there in a poopy diaper filled to absolute capacity, sucking my dummy, waiting for my Mommy to return, presumably to punish me, I just couldn’t fathom the humiliation of the fact that I currently had an audience of three strangers. Three women. Three—from the quick glance I got—beautiful women.

My attention returned to the filled diaper itself. The weight of it’s mushy, hot filth, as it dripped and smushed and settled into my most tender crevices, as I stood there with my legs spread.

And then… the smell. It finally hit me. But it smelled exactly like that unwelcome stench of a toddler’s sudden dirty diaper… but about ten thousand times worse.

I knew to these women, I must have reeked like a massive, overgrown baby, who just took the biggest dump of its life. And I suppose… that’s exactly what I was.

“Feet in,” my Mommy said, suddenly returning.

I realized she was holding a pair of clear plastic pants with an extra babyish pattern on it. I stepped into the pants and she guided them up my legs.

With a final snap of the elastic waistband, she pulled the plastic pants up and over my massive diaper.

The plastic pants were a little small, and they immediately squished the diaper even more into my ass and groin. And the pattern was unbearably babyish. I looked like a proper two year old now.

But I had to admit, at least they helped keep in the stench, as well as hold soon to be inevitable leaks. Which I was sure that was exactly why she put them on me.

“Now, face down, legs apart,” she said, guiding me forward on to the spanking bench.

I slowly settled in, suddenly realizing I was face down on the spanking bench again. But this time…

I was wearing an absolutely loaded, filthy diaper.

I had an audience of three beautiful Mommy-aged women watching me from just a few feet away.

And my Mommy was strapping my legs and waist down to the bench this time, with my arms still secured tightly behind my back.

I was now totally tied down.

***

“Alright, poopy pants,” my Mommy said. “Since you couldn’t bother to do the one single most important thing I asked you to do tonight, which was not soil yourself like a pathetic infant while my friends are over, you’re going to receive your spanking right in front of them. And you’re going to wear your shameful, poopy-filled pamper while you do.”

I whimpered in terror as I watched her pick up a heavy looking wooden paddle.

“Oh, and that paci better stay in your mouth the whole time,” she added, bending down to look me in the eyes. “If it falls out once, I’m starting over.”

I gave a terrified nod, biting down on the paci and closing my eyes.

The spanking started off slow.

Whap. Whap. Whap. Whap.

Each blow was startling. Both from its volume, and its force. But admittedly, the pain from each strike was seriously padded by the thick, puffy diaper on my butt… as well as the massive poopy contents therein. It wasn’t nearly as painful as her earlier spankings on my completely bare bottom.

At least not yet.

Whap. Whap. Whap. Whap. Whap. Whap. Whap. Whap.

By far, the worst part so far was the filthy smush each blow from the paddle caused upon the seat of my diaper.

It was like she was deliberately working my shameful filth into my diaper, down into the front of my crotch, into my ass cheeks, and everywhere else across my diaper.

Whap. Whap. Whap. Whap. Whap. Whap. Whap. Whap.

I felt the pain starting to heat up, slowly growing from mild discomfort, to a slightly building, hot sting across my ass. But also, now that my initial panic was starting to calm, the next most painful aspect began to set in…

The true sense of humiliation.

My Mommy had me tied face first over this bench, with my poopy-packed-pamper raised up behind me, on display for my Mommy and all her friends as they watched.

So far, I’d buried my face down into the bench, not daring to look my audience in the eyes. But now, I felt utterly compelled to peek.

Whap. Whap. Whap. Whap. Whap. Whap. Whap. Whap.

I regretted looking immediately.

All three women looked utterly transfixed by the show they were being treated to by my Mommy.

In just that glance, I could immediately see in all their faces the most profound mixtures of disgust, pity, judgement, retribution, amusement, fascination, disdain, superiority, schadenfreude, and perverse delight at my utterly debasing, humiliating punishment.

Whap. Whap. Whap. Whap. Whap. Whap. Whap. Whap.

I returned to burying my face into the bench, squeezing my eyes shut, and trying to pretend they weren’t there. That none of this was happening.

But that suddenly became more difficult, when unexpectedly…

Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!

The blows became way more painful!

Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!

I didn’t know how or why, but it was like she was just warming up before. Suddenly, my ass was really starting to hurt! Even with all the cushion provided by my soiled diapee!

Whap! Whap! Whap!… Smack!

I screamed. Suddenly, my Mommy was mixing in blows to my exposed thighs! The pain suddenly shot up tremendously!

Whap! Smack! Whap! Smack! Whap! Smack! Whap! Smack!

I started yelping and squealing. It felt like the paddle had suddenly been lit on fire!She was hitting me twice as fast now… and what felt like ten times as hard!

Whap! Smack! Whap! Smack! Whap! Smack! Whap! Smack!

I burst into sobs of pain and helplessness. My whole ass was on fire! The filthy poopy mess smeared around my hindquarters now felt like it was burning my skin!And she was only going faster and faster! With no end in sight!

Whap! Smack! Whap! Smack! Whap! Smack! Whap! Smack!

“Mommy! Mommy please!” I screamed and squealed. “Please, I’ll be a good boy! I’m sawwwwwy!” I wailed for mercy through my thick rubber paci.

But she just kept going and going and going!

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

I cried and cried and cried. I was a puddle on the bench of tears and snot. My voice was hoarse from begging. My whole lower half felt on fire. I just wanted it to stop! I would have given anything for it to stop!

When suddenly, at last—

Smack! Smack! Smack—

It finally stopped.

It felt like reality had disappeared… and was now only slowly returning. I was still uncontrollably sobbing. “Mommy! Mommy, I’ll be good! I promise!” I wailed through my paci.

I heaved for air, praying my rear would stop burning in pain.

There was silence, for what felt like an eternity. I didn’t know what was going on, as my tears were so thick I still couldn’t see, nor wipe them from my face.

But suddenly, my Mommy appeared next to me, kneeling down to my level, her face next to mine. “Alright, little boy, alright,” she said in a soft tone, her hand gently rubbing my back. “Look at me.”

I turned my head and looked at her, frantically sucking my pacifier. I could see her three friends still behind her, watching with their cruel gaze. But I could hardly care at this point. I just wanted it to be over.

“Now, did you like that spanking?” my Mommy asked.

I franticly shook my head no.

“That’s what I thought. No little boy likes a spanking. When Mommy gives a spanking, they’re meant to hurt a whole, whole lot. But guess what? You didn’t want that spanking. And you didn’t like that spanking. But you certainly did need that spanking. Do you know why?” She asked me.

I was too tired and dumb with exhaustion to answer. I just shook my head.

“You needed that spanking, because you were naughty. And the only way you learn how to become a good little boy for Mommy, instead of a naughty little boy, is by getting your little tushy spanked. Does that make sense to my little baby?” She asked.

I gave a defeated, humiliated nod of acquiescence.

Suddenly, my Mommy popped my slobbery pacifier out of my mouth.

“Now say it, hon. I want to hear you use your words,” she said.

I paused, taken a little off guard, trying to summon the strength to figure out what she was asking me. But then I put it together and muttered, “I needed that spanking, Mommy.”

“That’s right,” my Mommy said with a big smile. “And why did you need that spanking?”

“Because… um… I was naughty, Mommy,” I answered.

“That’s right! And what did you do that was naughty, little baby?” she asked.

It took me a minute to even remember where I was, let alone figure out what my crime was. But then I gulped and slowly answered, “Oh, umm… I pooped in my diaper, when you told me to hold it.”

“That’s right!” my Mommy said reaching down and making me wince as she gave my loaded, stinky pamper a big squeeze with her hand.

“And why was it naughty for you to do that?” She asked.

“I guess… it’s stinky, and smelly, and babyish to poop your diaper. I should have held it like a big boy, instead of making your friends smell my big poopy mess,” I murmured, feeling worse and worse about how pathetic I was.

“Very good!” My Mommy beamed. “So now… say all those parts together.”

“Huh?” I asked.

Suddenly, her smile disappeared. I felt a chill of terror as I realized I’d just annoyed her, which was the last thing on earth I wanted to do in the moment.

“Say all the different things you just said, but together, at the same time,” she instructed again. “Start with, I needed a spanking because…”

“Oh, right! I uh…” As I started to speak, I watched my Mommy stand up and take a step back, suddenly putting her three friends in full view, with all of them staring down at me. I couldn’t help but pause, taken off guard by their utterly intimidating position…

“Young man!” My Mommy barked, sending another instant jolt of terror down my spine. “We were about to be finished with your spanking for the evening, but if you can’t get through your apology, then we’ll have to start over!”

“No! Please, I’m sorry, I’ll do it, I’ll do it!” I shrieked as my Mommy picked up her paddle again.

“Well, okay,” my Mommy said, lowering her paddle. “But just to be clear, these three women, my wonderful three guests, have all suffered just as much as I have tonight by your outrageously shameful, filthy, stinky behavior. And so I want you to look them all in the eyes and deliver the proper apology you owe me, and address it to all of them as well,” my Mommy ordered.

I stared up at the gorgeous three women, feeling like I was shrinking before their eyes.

Their bosoms were large.

Their demeanors were warm and maternal.

And every second I felt them looking at me, in my current stinking, teary, messy-diaper state, I was filled with mountains and mountains of unspeakable embarrassment and shame.

I started tearing up, yet found the strength to power forward with what I knew needed to be done, lest I be plunged back into the hell of my Mommy’s paddle.

“I’m sorry Mommy, and Mommy’s friends. I needed a spanking tonight from my Mommy, because I was a very, very naughty boy.

“My Mommy told me not to poop in my diaper, but I made a big, poopy mess in my diaper, anyway. That was very naughty of me to do, because when a baby like me makes a big, poopy mess in their diaper, it’s very stinky, and everyone has to smell my stinky poopy diaper.

“I shoulda held it like a big boy, like Mommy told me, but instead, I was a very, naughty, stinky baby. And I’m very sorry. And that’s why I needed my Mommy to spank me tonight. To help teach me how to not be such a naughty, stinky baby going forward,” I concluded, my head practically collapsing back down to the bench.

“Very good,” my Mommy said. “And now, finally, what do we say when Mommy gives us something we need?”

“Huh?” I whimpered, about to burst into tears from the pressure of trying to figure out the ‘right’ answers to her questions, combined with my exhaustion.

“You said your Mommy gave you a spanking, because you needed it, right? So, what do we say to Mommy for giving us something we needed?” She repeated.

I looked up at her, for some reason still not getting it…

Until finally it clicked. And I knew what she wanted me to say.

I felt a sudden visceral reaction. Suddenly, the pain on my bottom started searing again as I remembered what she did to me. And the filth in my diaper I was trapped in felt overwhelming and infuriating.

The last, tiniest bit of pride in me came roaring to life…

And I suddenly just couldn’t do it.

My Mommy looked down at me, then raised her eyebrow.

I could tell she knew I knew what she wanted me to say. And I could tell she knew that I couldn’t muster the indignity necessary to say it.

Suddenly, the tension in the air was so thick you could have cut it with a knife. We stared off for what was probably only a few seconds, but it felt like minutes. Until finally…

“Fine, have it your way. Back to another round of paddling,” my Mommy said, turning to grab her wooden paddle.

“NO! NO! Okay, okay! THANK YOU, Mommy! THANK YOU for spanking me tonight! I needed a spanking because I was so naughty! Thank you for punishing me Mommy! THANK YOU!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, breaking in an instant like a dry twig, saying the words thank you, to her for subjecting me to my poopy diaper spanking torment, like I knew she wanted.

I burst into heaving sobs as I cried out over and over again, “Thank you, Mommy! Thank you for my punishment! Thank you for my spanking! Thank you, Mommy! I love you, Mommy! I’m sorry I was so naughty! Thank you for spanking me in my yucky, naughty, stinky, poopy diapees, Mommy!”

The words continued pouring out of me now without thought or hesitation. My survival instincts took over, totally blowing past any and all reason I might have ever had before for resisting.

Through my tears, I could see my Mommy beaming as she knelt down in front of me, wiped away at tear on my cheek, and gave my filthy, mushy diaper, another strong, loving, firm pat.

“Aww, Mommy loves you, too. And you’re welcome. Mommy’s going to be here to spank you like that when you need it forever and ever, okay? Now come on, let’s get you off to bed. You’ve stunk up the living room with your poopy diaper rear end enough for one night,” she cooed and giggled.

***

I drifted into a sort of dazed fugue state as my Mommy began unstrapping my hands and legs, then helped me up to my feet.

As I submitted to her embrace, and waddled back with her to my nursery, my low hanging, utterly poopy, mushy diaper dangling between my legs, the smallest part of me recognized…

It was gone. That moment of pride I felt before on the bench. That last remaining moment of dignity, when I just couldn’t bear to thank this woman for being so sadistic toward me. That last bit of fight I had in myself to stand up against her in any way whatsoever…

It had just been crushed. It was never coming back.

That tiny part of me felt a small chill of sadness, recognizing that.

And yet, the rest of me was far too distracted now to possibly think consciously about it any longer.

Instead, I was now focused on my Mommy’s warm, loving arms as she guided me up into my crib, sitting me down on the plastic sheets of my crib, my diaper making a big, giant squish.

“Now I know you made a super big messy in your diadee tonight, sweetie. But I’m not going to change you out of your big, poopy messy diaper until tomorrow,” she calmly explained.

“Instead, Mommy wants you spending the night sleeping in your big, yucky, uncomfortable, poopy filled pamper to help teach you some more about how to not be so naughty anymore. Okay?”

I shivered with disgust from the utter mush of soggy filth, poop, and pee squishing into every crevice of my groin, all trapped up tight inside my crinkly diaper and nursery-printed plastic pants. But my training from earlier kicked in, and I immediately answered, “Okay, Mommy, thank you. Thank you for helping me not be so naughty by making me sleep in my messy diapee.”

My Mommy grinned, gave me a big hug, pulling me into her warm and stupendous bosom, then laid me down, tucked me into my blankets, raised the bars of my crib, and shut out the lights in my nursery for the night.

***

Some time later that night…

I slowly opened my eyes back up from inside my crib.

I didn’t know what time it was. There were certainly no clocks in my nursery. And I didn’t dare get out of bed, of course. I knew better than to break that rule, even before my horrific paddling that night.

The ordeal from earlier that evening now felt like a strange dream. But when I reached down, it was all immediately confirmed to be real, of course, when I felt the absolutely shocking level of soggy filth still trapped in the crinkly diaper that I was wearing to bed.

I took a deep breath and sighed, knowing my only option now was to try to go back to sleep.

I thought about diapers, about my new Mommy, about this nursery, all of it…

And I realized I probably made my bed when I sought all of this out. Now it really was my time to lie in it.

Suddenly, I heard voices.

They sounded like they were coming from down the hall. Conversation. Just clear enough for me to start making some of the words out.

I realized it was the voices of the three women! Mommy’s guests from earlier tonight.

I suddenly thought back to earlier, and about how strange my whole experience was that night. Why did Mommy have those three women over? Why were they so intent on watching my humiliation? Why didn’t they ever say anything directly to me, while I was being punished right in front of them.

It was almost like they were intentionally there to… carefully observe. But why?

I tuned into the voices again, trying to listen closer.

“That really was incredible. He was completely different after you finished that paddle session. And you got him to say all that out loud! Even to us! On his first night of punishment!” I heard one of the women say.

“All his remaining dignity… Poof! Up in the air in an instant like baby powder!” Another added with a laugh.

“If shitting your diapers in front of strangers doesn’t cause you to totally and permanently lose your dignity, getting spanked by your Mommy for it till you’re screaming and crying sure will!” The third one added.

“Do you really think you’ll do another 30 days of punishment, like you threatened? Or do you think tonight was enough?” The first was asked.

“We’ll see! It depends on how he behaves tomorrow, and how he takes his punishments in the coming days. The key is just to make sure there’s not a hint of resistance left at any point,” I heard my Mommy reply.

“But that’s why I call it ‘breaking him in’,” she continued. “That is, the goal is to obliterate his will to resist in any way whatsoever. After all, that’s the only real way our dom-sub relationship can really truly begin. Otherwise, the diaper boy will always still feel like he has some control over the relationship. Which is a non-starter.”

“Imagine thinking you had any control… while your Mommy was changing your poopy diapers!” One of the other women said, causing them all to burst into laughter.

“Well, we can’t thank you enough for letting us watch the festivities tonight so up close and personal,” one of the women said. “I learned so, so much about how to do my own proper ‘breaking in’ when I start hubby’s regression next week.”

“And when I start transitioning and training my newest border this weekend back to diapers and submission,” another added.

“You are amazing, Gloria, we really can’t thank you enough,” said the third one.

And with that, the voices all started to fade, seemingly leaving the house.

I stared up at the mobile above my crib with wide eyes, my heart pounding.

I could barely believe what I just heard.

So is that what just happened tonight? My Mommy was showing those other women how to officially ‘break me in’ as her diaper boy sub?

Just the thought filled me with unspeakable horror, right to my very core. And also…

It suddenly made me the horniest I’d ever been in my life.

I suddenly developed a massive hard on in my utterly poopy, saturated, squishy diaper.

I immediately reached down and started almost involuntarily rubbing myself through my diaper and plastic pants in my horny, diaper filth…

But then I paused.

Suddenly, the thought occurred to me…

Did I actually even hear what I just thought I heard?

What if those voices weren’t actually real?

I thought about my time in the corner. In sensory deprivation. How my mind went wild, imagining all sorts of humiliating sounds, voices, images, and memories…

What if all that was just another figment of my deeply perverted imagination?

I sighed and stared at the ceiling again, suddenly deeply troubled by the fact that I had no idea.

But then, I moved a little, and my cock grew rock hard again.

I reached down and immediately started rubbing it.

I thought about Mommy. About the moment I pooped my diaper in front of her tonight. The look on her face as she stared down at me, filled with maternal disgust and wrath.

And the looks on all the women’s faces as I squealed and begged for mercy before them. The way they took pleasure at my pathetic, diaper-wearing pain…

And I thought about Mommy doing all this to break me. To make me totally hers. Her permanent, utterly helpless, diaper pooper boy…

I was trembling and moaning and gasping, then suddenly exploded with the most euphoric, filthy orgasm of my life, right into my utterly poopy, filthy diaper.

Just one more mess for the utterly filthy, naughty baby, I thought to myself with a sardonic smirk.

I collapsed back in my crib and closed my eyes.

My diapers. My crib. My nursery. My new total life as a truly helpless, utterly humiliated, pathetic little baby…

I realized, it didn’t matter if what I had heard from Mommy’s friends was real or not.

Even if it was real, how could I not completely and totally love and obey my new Mommy from now on… if she gave me all this?

My perverted dreams had finally come true. But it’s like they say, if you make a poopy diaper in the bed of your crib…

You must be prepared to lie in it!

THE END.