I toddle over to the door. It’s locked, as always. I suppose that there could be worse rooms to be locked up in. A big playroom is probably one of the better places, if we’re being honest. The floor is a thick, black rug covered in colorful mats and cushions. Along one of the walls are toy boxes overflowing with plushies and dolls. There is a changing table, a low table for board games, and a TV for playing video games.
My only company in the room is Mackenzie, who is playing a shooty game on the TV. I’m not interested in that, and waddle around the room, trying to find something to play with. I’m about to pick out a coloring book, when I feel something familiar building within me.
I try to stop it, but it is too late. The relief is immense, but the silence that follows as Mac pauses her game makes me wish that I had done more to stop it. She puts down her controller, and walks over to me
“Did someone make a stinky?” she asks, hands on her hips, eyes focused on my bulging diaper.
I shake my head, hoping that she’ll believe me. No such luck.
“Come on, little one.” She guides me over to the changing table, and helps me onto it. Once I’m laying on the table, I am quick to fuss, flailing my body to try and prevent what is about to happen. “Ah, ah, ah,” Mac scolds, waggling a finger. She restrains me using the four straps at the corners of the changing table.
I whine and babble, shaking my head, and she responds by stuffing my mouth with a big blue pacifier. I glare at Mac as I suck on the paci. She unbuttons the bottom of my shirt, and gently moves it out of the way so that she can remove the soiled diaper. Once the diaper is gone, she cleans me up. I close my eyes, sucking the paci as Mac takes care of me.
I can feel Mac lift my butt as she slides a new diaper underneath me, and I can feel the soothing powder being applied. But then there is a pause before the diaper is secured. I open my eyes to see Mac’s above me.
She takes away the paci, but before I can cry, I’m being kissed. I kiss her back, and her hand moves back to my crotch to rub the tip of my cock. I moan, and the paci is back in my mouth. She stands up straighter again, and focuses her attention on what her hand is doing. She spits on my hardening dick, and begins to jerk it off harder and harder.
I suck on the paci, the only thing containing my moans as her hand moves faster and faster. It feels amazing, but I try so hard not to enjoy it because I know what is about to happen. Right when I am about to finish, Mac stops. She stops, and waits as my little cock gets smaller. Then she tapes up my diaper, buttons my shirt, and unfastens my restraints.
Mac goes back to her video game, leaving me lying on the changing table, panting and out of breath. The paci rolls out of my mouth. I sit up, and slide down from the table. Now standing, I clumsily unbutton the shirt, and try to put my hand into the thick diaper. The thick, dinosaur-printed, poofy garment may be soft and comforting, but it is taped too tight for me to reach my penis with my hand.
I sigh, fix most of the buttons, and am about to go back to my coloring book, when I notice that the paci fell on the floor. I go to pick it up, but when I do so, I pay attention to the shelves under the changing table, something I hadn’t really done yet. There is the formula that sometimes gets mixed with the milk. Mac never drinks from my bottle when that formula is in it. She likes to steal my milk sometimes when she doesn’t feel like getting her own. I grab a packet. It's hard to read the writing on the back, but I can understand enough to know what it is.
I go over to sit on one of the bean bag cushions next to Mac, carrying a bottle full of strawberry milk (Mac’s favorite to steal from me) mixed with five packets of the powdered formula.
Too focused on her game to pay much attention, Mac grabs the bottle from me to drink as she watches a cutscene. It’s not until she’s drunk about ⅔ of the bottle that she notices that something is slightly off with the taste. She wobbles a bit where she sits before putting down the controller. The game is frozen on the pause screen.
Mac looks around the room curiously before settling her gaze on me. “Wha did yoo do to me?”
“That wasn’t just milk,” I say, grinning at her confusion.
Her eyes widened. “Oh nu.” She glances over to the ripped packages next to the garbage. Involuntarily, she begins so suck her thumb.
“Now you’re going to know what it’s like to be made into a baby.” I laugh a bit.
She shakes her head. I nod excitedly in response. I grin, and stand up. I hold out my hand for her. She takes it, and I guide her over to the changing table.
“How many di yu put?” she asks as she lies down on the table.
“Doesn’t matter.” I look under the table, and pull out the thickest and pinkest diaper I can find. She doesn’t fuss at all as I powder her. As she starts giggling, I find something perfect. A little vibrator. I turn it on, put it in the diaper, and tape her up as quickly as I can.
I run back to the comfy spot in front of the TV, or at least I try to. With such a thick diaper, the closest I’m able to get is a somewhat speedy waddle. I sit down on the floor next to the bean bag chairs, and grab the bottle. As I’m drinking what was left in it, I see Mac crawling over to me. Her diaper is too big, and her mind is too little to even walk.
“Jack wad you do?” She is in front of me faster than I expected. She knocks me over, and before I know it I am lying on the floor with her on top of me. She lines up our diapers, and begins to grind against me. Somehow, the vibrator is strong enough to be felt through both our diapers.
I can feel my mind returning to a tiny mush of pleasure as I feel her on top of me. She doesn’t stop, even after I cry out from the sensitivity created by my own diaper filling with cum. The only thing that leads to her stopping, is the battery dying on the vibrator.
Mac rolls off of me, and cuddles me. We drift off to sleep, with empty minds, full diapers, and no one to change us.
Walking behind Mac as she pushed the shopping cart down the aisle, I kept glancing around to see if anyone was looking at me. I was wearing a pair of bright blue overalls, and the shorts barely hid my diaper. Mac kept looking back and asking me if I wanted this thing or that.
I wasn’t allowed to respond, as my mouth was occupied drinking out of an oversized blue raspberry slushie cup. That was the agreement. I was allowed to come along on the Walmart trip. So long as I drank the icy drink in its entirety, and so long as the diaper stayed nice and dry.
We kept making our way through the supermarket, and the cart kept getting fuller and fuller. But it wasn’t the only thing getting fuller and fuller. I was considering just letting it all out, but I was trying to be a good boy.
“Oh look at you. You drank it all. Good boy.” I blushed at Mac’s reaction to empty straw noises coming from my cup. “Aw look at the little cutie.” She cooed.
Again, I looked around, nervous that someone was watching. Mac laughed, and we continued on our way.
I began to zone out her words as she made comments and chatted. All I could think about was holding it in. It was getting harder and harder, but I knew I could do it. She knew I could do it.
“What do you think of this?” We’d ended up in the clothing section. Almost done. Mac was holding up a lacy bra. “Would you wanna see mommy wearing this?”
I nodded, trying not to divert my thinking from holding it in.
“What’s that?”
I nodded again, whimpering slightly.
“Aww. Are you thinking about mommy in this cute little bra?” She leaned closer, wiggling it around. “Well maybe I’ll just put it in the cart.” She did so. “Come on. You’ve been such a good boy. Let’s go. Time for the check out.”
I sighed in relief. I made it. I followed Mac through the clothing section, until I couldn’t hold it anymore. I stopped walking, trying to make it stop.
“Why’d you stop, Baby-“ Mac trailed off as she turned around. Her gaze was fixated on my diaper, and I could feel it slowly growing. She clucked her tongue. “And you were doing so good.” She sighed. “Come on.”
We were still in the clothing section, so she led me to the changing try-on clothes rooms. The tired employee didn’t seem too bothered over the two of us going into the same stall.
I pulled down my overalls, and Mac sat me down on the bench. The bench ran all along one side of the small room, and she had me sit with my legs stretched out and my back against the wall. She knelt next to me, unbuttoned my snapsuit, and unfastened the tapes of my diaper.
“Well someone got excited over the thought of me in that bra.” She looked me over, running her hands down my legs. “It's a wonder you didn’t leak, naughty boy. You know what happens now, right?”
I nodded, trying to look scared. My body betrayed me.
“Well then, you’d better keep quiet. Don’t want to get caught, now do you?”
I shook my head.
“Good.” Suddenly, her hand was on my cock. With slow, deliberate strokes, she sent me into a frenzy. I tried so hard to keep still. It was impossible. To busy my hands, I covered my mouth. “Bad boy.” She used her free hand to hold down my legs. “Don’t go causing a disruption.”
She grinned as my hands muffled my voice. She started going faster and faster. I squeezed my eyes shut, muffled whimpering and panting barely contained by my fingers. Then suddenly it stopped. Mommy was retaping my diaper, rebuttoning my shirt, and helping me back into my overalls.
“Come on.” She pulled some wet wipes out of her pocket to wipe off her hands. “Aww. Is my little boy all flustered?”
I glared at her with pleading eyes.
“Oh don’t give me that.” She disposed of the wipe, and held my chin. “Its your own fault.” She turned around and opened the door. “Come on. Its time to check out and go home.”