`

Title: | Blink: One to Three
Name: | Ken G.
Email: | kenjidesade@gmail.com
Gender: | Male
Current Age: | 26
Posting Date: | 09/27/09
Story Contents: |
A- Post-toddler (4-8)* |  | R- Sisters, other girls* |
B- Pre-teen (9-12)* |  | S- Babysitters |
C- Teen (13-17) |  | T- Masturbation |
D- Adult (18+) | ● | U- Sexual situations | ●
E- Cloth diapers* | ● | V- Gay | ●
F- Disposable diapers |  | W- Erections | ●
G- Pee | ● | X- Bedwetting |
H- Poop* | ● | Y- Accidents | ●
I- Exposed diapers/pantslessness* | ● | Z- Punishment/Diaper Discipline | ●
J- Multiple diapers* | ● | 1- Female Domination* |
K- Baby paraphernalia |  | 2- Enemas |
L- Mother |  | 3- Restraints | ●
M- Father |  | 4- Crying | ●
N- Aunt |  | 5- Spanking |
O- Uncle |  | 6- Humiliation | ●
P- Brothers (diapered) |  | 7- Babying |
Q- Brothers (not diapered) |  | 8- Regression |
*Denotes Deekerian story elements
Summary: | The story of an office worker who makes bad choices on how to spend his time. As a result, he loses the ability to make any choices at all. In the blink of an eye Jeremiahs life is ripped apart and he is forced into a life of confusion and incontinence.
Deekerian Score (20 is max.) [?]: | 10 (50%)

`

##

###

#####

######

    SUMMARY

    The story of an office worker who makes bad choices on how to spend his
    time. As a result, he loses the ability to make any choices at all. In
    the blink of an eye Jeremiahs life is ripped apart and he is forced
    into a life of confusion and incontinence.

    The following story is a fictional account. The characters are entirely
    unreal and so are their situations. Thus no direct attention was paid
    to probability or safety for the characters. Such practices should not
    transfer over to real life situations. Practice safe, sane and
    consensual sex. For your own damn good. If you have problems or issues
    with queer pornographic materials, please stop reading now. If you
    find, on the other hand, that you are quit the purveyor of perversion
    and that this particular story seems to get your rocks off, please feel
    free to contact the author, Kenji De Sade at kenjidesade@gmail.com
    Thank you.

    One

    Jeremiah Burk sat at his desk fingering the scroll wheel on his mouse
    up and down repeatedly. There were several files open and displayed on
    the monitor. The imagery of each file flickering with the machinations
    of the mouse wheel. Surrounded by the protective cubicle walls, he'd
    found such blatant displays of uselessness were well guarded,
    especially since there seemed to only be three other workers in the
    office on this particular afternoon. The clock on the screen told him
    there were still five hours left in his day and lunch was still 20
    minutes away. Not wanting to get involved in any of the projects
    available to him, just to leave 20 minutes into them, he was
    considering covertly searching for porn or reading one of the dozens of
    time wasting blogs he tended to read when he'd rather not be doing his
    job. About two minutes from the start of this inner debate, the porn
    won.

    Quickly, an Internet browser window was opened, his fingers zipped
    along the keyboard entering a few choice words into a search engine and
    the mouse began clicking numerous links to various sites. He was barely
    even paying attention to the titles of the links. He figured he would
    brows each page for a few seconds then close them one by one as soon as
    he lost interest. Suddenly one of the various activated links started
    calling up pop up windows. One after one a new window was opening up on
    Jeremiah's screen. He got sort of panicky but quickly calmed himself.
    He would have waited for the pop ups to stop coming however it seemed
    there might not be any end. Each new one was popping up almost before
    the last had a chance to let its content load. Jeremiah couldn't even
    tell what each advertisement was for. He did the only thing he could
    think to do and started trying to close every web page on his screen,
    pop up or not.

    He started with the pop ups of course, clicking each ones close button
    as quickly as he could. He would have been making good time if the
    random placement of the windows wasn't so time consuming that by the
    time he got to the next close button another two pop ups had been
    produced. He decided instead to try and close the original window which
    had caused this problem. Jeremiah thanked the software gods that he
    used a browser which, though it was supposedly supposed to block these
    stupid pop ups, was also equipped to open each of his new links within
    one single window. He attempted to click the close box on the main
    window several times, only to be blocked by a sudden pop up window
    inadvertently showing up in that exact location. After several of these
    blocks, he made a successful click and the window closed. However just
    as the window closed, small blocks of indecipherable content began
    popping up randomly, over everything else on the screen. Jeremiah had
    not blinked this entire time, trying to keep his eyes open and alert to
    the task at hand before someone came along and caught him in this
    crisis. They were beginning to burn from the dryness and the strain of
    darting to follow the many images now constantly appearing all over the
    screen. Jeremiah fought hard to keep his eyes open, to keep his
    attention on the task at hand. He clicked several more pop ups while
    trying to figure out what the blips that kept appearing and
    disappearing quickly all over his screen were. Finally the sharp
    burning pain in his eyes broke his will and he blinked.

    Jeremiah suddenly found him self in a concrete room lit by a harsh
    yellow uncovered light bulb above him, on an iron framed four poster
    bed. The mattress was bare and dirty. He could smell the filth better
    then he could see it, do to the leather hood secured snugly over his
    head. The hood held what seemed to be a penis shaped gag in his mouth,
    yet left his eyes open to take in his surroundings save for some minor
    peripheral obstruction. His legs were tied by way of leather cuffs and
    old looking chains. They were spread apart above his body, tied to each
    of the end posts. He was lying on his back, his ass nearly hanging off
    the mattress end toward the bottom. His waist was secured to the sides
    of the iron bed frame with a leather belt and more very old looking
    chains, his arms stretched up and secured to the opposing posts. He
    could feel that his cock was enveloped by some sort of device witch was
    very tight around the entirety of his cocks shaft and the base of his
    balls. His cock ached and throbbed and every time it did the device
    seemed slightly tighter, which caused another aching throb again and
    again. The cool air circulating in the room left goose bumps along his
    skin and also alerted him to what felt like liberal amounts of moisture
    inside and around his ass crack. Lubricant was his immediate
    assumption.

    Jeremiah's mind was suddenly swimming with anxiety. The reality of the
    situation refusing to make sense in any way. He searched his mind for
    any reasonable logic as of to why or how he would be in the situation
    he found himself in. Nothing made any sense. He was sitting in his
    office, just like any other day, looking at porn when he should have
    been working, and suddenly he wasn't. He just blinked. Be it a blink
    that seemed to feel strangely like wakening up, it still seemed to
    Jeremiah that it had happened instantly. Suddenly he was incredibly
    vulnerable, naked, tied up, lubed, and gagged. His breathing was coming
    so quickly it made the phallus in his mouth seem all the more
    cumbersome. His heart was pounding so hard in his chest he could hear
    the blood it pumped rushing through his ears like an ocean tidal wave
    born of fear. His mind made his thoughts as simple as it could. His
    motivations became compulsory as his baser instincts began to surface.
    His inner voice shouted simply, RUN!

    Thinking only that he had to get away from this situation and ignoring
    weather or not that goal was even attainable, Jeremiah began thrashing
    his body against his bonds. Every muscle in his limbs twisting and
    turning. His arms and legs straining against the leather straps at
    their ends trying to take advantage of any slack that they might offer.
    He tried using his chest muscles and abdomen with the belt at his waist
    for leverage. He fought believing that one of the straps had to give
    just enough for one limb to break free, then he'd worry about the next.
    His fight was vicious entirely based on instantaneous reaction. It
    didn't take long before his naked form was coated with a film of
    beading sweat. The adrenalin that had been released at his initial
    fearful reaction was waning. Though his desperation held fast, his body
    gave up only ten minutes into his fight against the leather and metal
    holding him down. As he let his body go limp, he sobbed and shed tears,
    mentally cursing him self for years of avoiding gyms and manual labor
    jobs. He still had no idea why he was wherever he was so gratuitously
    and vulnerably confined. Worse yet, his balls had begun to ache nearly
    as painfully as his cock.

    His heart was barely beginning to slow the blood flow it had been
    pumping in it's hyper state when a screeching creek echoed from the
    walls of the room bringing it back to full steam. Jeremiah's head
    thrashed about in every direction it could looking for the source of
    the sound. His mind was caught in a conundrum of hopping that the
    source was not, and also was, a person. As his eyes caught a glimpse of
    movement and the familiar form of another person his mind hung upon
    itself waiting to see if this was a relief or not. As more of the man
    came into view it was quickly decided that this new comer was not here
    to aide Jeremiah in any of the ways he'd been praying for since he
    woke. Without having to think about it, Jeremiah's body released every
    bit of air it had stored up and he screamed as loudly as he could
    around the false penis securely embedded in his mouth.

    Jeremiah watched the man with more attention then he'd ever paid to
    anything before in his life. He kept screaming over and over into his
    gag. He found he couldn't seem to help it and quickly decided that
    since it didn't seem to be bothering the other man in the room he
    wouldn't let it bother him either. Instead he kept watching the
    unflinching large man move about. He, like Jeremiah, was wearing a hood
    securely strapped over his head, however his was made of rubber, did
    not have a gag in place, instead it had an open mouth hole through
    which Jeremiah could see only a pair of lips that would be
    unrecognizable in any other context. There were also no eyes in this
    mans hood, instead the rubber seemed secured around a dark pair of
    sunglass like lenses. The rest of the hood seemed tailored to fit every
    nook and cranny of the man’s face. His body was well maintained. There
    was little muscle definition and the man seemed to have a small belly,
    but every inch of him was solid. That solid muscle was coated with a
    thin black fur over most of its exposed areas. The parts that were not
    exposed were covered by several pieces of rubber. A pair of black
    rubber thigh high wader boots on his feet. A pair of rubber gloves over
    his hands, a rubber harness over his chest with a strap leading into a
    very peculiar rubber jock with what looked to be a solid plastic penis
    shaped cup locked securely with a padlock over his cock. Whoever this
    man was, Jeremiah let out a small sigh of relief when he realized this
    man would probably not be the one utilizing his exposed and well lubed
    hole. The sigh was interrupted as the man positioned himself at
    Jeremiah's anus and began using his rubber covered index finger to
    probe the exposed ring of muscle, continuing to pay absolutely no
    attention to Jeremiah's protests.

    Jeremiah began to cry for the second time since waking up only minutes
    prior. He could not understand what was happening to him, how it had
    happened or why. He was beginning to think clearly again, which he
    cursed him self for doing just as his body was being violated by
    another man. It seemed he was hyper sensitive to the manipulations of
    his sphincter. He could feel the rubbered finger rotating, curling,
    sliding in and out of his hole repeatedly. When the finger would slip
    out for brief moments it would swab his crack picking up more of the
    lube, circle his puckered ring, then re enter the hole with the added
    lube. The finger went over this process several times, massaging the
    muscles and lubeing the entrance. The man at the other end of that
    finger was concentrating on nothing else besides Jeremiah's exposed
    orifice. Ignoring the sobbing and sporadic exclamations of protest
    coming from behind the immovable gag. When the body before him would
    writhe and contort, fighting the binds or trying futilely to move away
    from the probing digit, the man would patiently hold his manipulating
    member inside the hole in steady wait for the movements to subside,
    then continue his task as though no interruption had occurred. The
    scenario continued like this until the man had successfully worked four
    now well lubed fingers into the stretched cavity.

    During this violation Jeremiah's mind reeled from one emotion to the
    next. He went from being terrified beyond his wits to being angry and
    ready to fight free of his bonds and torments to cowering inside him
    self and simply accepting that he was here and had no way to leave, in
    the time it took the man at his ass to work up to two fingers. By the
    time three were rhythmically pumping in and out and massaging about his
    sphincter muscle, Jeremiah was beginning to enjoy the manipulation. The
    enjoyment was mixed with a displeasure of the growing ache in his cock
    and balls. As the fingers ran across Jeremiah's prostate he would find
    his body shivered with pleasure, which also caused his aching cock to
    pulse within the contraption confining it's engorgement. This only
    caused further throbbing and aching, though Jeremiah could also tell
    there was a steady stream of pre cum drooling from the opening of his
    cock and collecting into a puddle is his thatch of pubic hair above the
    shafts base. The puddle cooled in the air of the room. In Jeremiah's
    hyper sensitive state, the tendrils dripping down his sides from this
    puddle were like icicles cutting through the heat of his skin. The
    obvious enjoyment his body felt contrasted with the terrified violation
    his mind was going through. The confusion, the anxiety, the fear, the
    pleasure all brought Jeremiah to an oddly comforting apathy. Eventually
    his body lie lax in his bonds. His vocal cords, harsh now from
    screaming, only came to life for the eventual moan or grunt. The mans
    four fingers slid in and out of Jeremiah's hole with almost no
    resistance from the muscles. the unremarkable lips beneath the rubber
    hoods mouth opening smiled a very satisfied grin, showing for the first
    time that the smiles barer had any emotion for the situation.

    The fingers left Jeremiah's stretched opening. He felt empty. He felt
    lonely. He was cold and hot at the same time. His body ached from
    fighting the restraints as did his cock and balls. He was little more
    then a violated hunk of meat reserved to his circumstances. Terrified
    to actually acknowledge what was taking place and at the same time
    unable to escape it's reality. He couldn't help but feel the loss of
    fullness. The aching throb of his cock. The cooling puddle of pre cum
    collecting and dripping down his sides continuously. The phallus
    stuffed in his mouth as well as the drool pooling in the sides of the
    hood strapped snugly over his head. The bonds at his ankles, wrists and
    waist. The sounds of the chains echoing through the room was no longer
    starling. The chill of the room didn't seem as harsh. His heart and
    breathing seemed to have reached a steady rhythm. He was almost
    euphoric. The calm moment was only marred by a low rustling as the
    apparent captor rummaged inside of some sort of bag Jeremiah couldn't
    quite see. Jeremiah idly listened to the motions taking place outside
    of his vision. He heard a zipper, the sound of canvas or nylon rubbing
    itself as it was moved. He heard a few clunks and scrapes of metal here
    or there. The metal pieces were drug along the concrete floor to
    Jeremiah's exposed end. Another bag was un zipped and opened. A few
    more sounds of rummaging and the tormentor produced a large dildo. It
    was larger then the mans four fingers had been. Large enough that his
    rubbered hand could not encase it's latex shaft with a space of about
    two inches between the fingers and thumbs. The man plopped the large
    latex cock on top of Jeremiah's stomach, in his plane view, and went
    back to the metal pieces. As Jeremiah stared at the dildo which he had
    no doubt would soon be buried deep within his guts, he also listened to
    what sounded like the man assembling something. The familiar clank of
    metal pieces fitting together, the screech of metal on metal as bolts
    were turned into place. While his physical self hardly reacted to the
    obviousness of what was to come, his mind wondered if it would be able
    to handle it. Soon the dildo was lifted off of his stomach, and he
    could feel it being pressed against his prepared hole. The man worked
    slowly, stretching the hole open even more a little at a time. The head
    was barely even into the hole before he could see the body reacting to
    it's pressure. Jeremiah's cock throbbed and pushed out a bit of pre cum
    as the head was rotated and pressured into his strained hole. The man
    was patient and calm with his progress. He pushed in and out slowly and
    with persistent measure on the pressure, adding a little more bit by
    bit as the large dildo worked it's way in. He removed the phallus from
    the entrance to Jeremiah's bowels several times to add more lube to the
    shaft and head. As the false cock was worked deeper and deeper into his
    hole, Jeremiah began to moan into his gag. He could feel the body of
    the intruder working past his prostate slowly. Meticulously. He saw the
    mans head tilted down, allowing the lens covered eyes to watch intently
    as the man worked the hole with the dildo. He was succeeding in burying
    the thing more and more. Finding the right direction to continue the
    push of seminal fluids with the dildos every movement. Sliding the
    entirety of the shaft in and out of the hole, making sure as much of
    the friction as possible was centered on Jeremiah's prostate. When he
    had the dildo sliding in all the way to it's base inside of Jeremiah's
    guts as well as the pressure positioned so it would constantly push and
    stroke Jeremiah's now sensitive prostate over and over, the man affixed
    the dildos base to an arm coming out of what Jeremiah recognized as a
    fucking machine.

    The man stood back and took a look at the dildo secured in place by the
    well stabilized and unrelenting fucking machine. Everything was
    positioned perfectly. Jeremiah's cock was bobbing as it throbbed and
    drooled held tightly by the tight rings of the device affixed over the
    bloated appendage. His hole was wrapped snugly and excessively well
    lubed for the large dildo buried deep inside of it. The machine was
    positioned so it would move the dildo in the same motion that the man
    had seemed to get the best result with while he worked over Jeremiah's
    puckered entrance. It's feet were solidly held down by weights and it
    would not move if Jeremiah attempted to clamp his muscles at any time.
    The scene was perfectly prepared. The man held a box in his lube
    covered rubber gloved hand. It had simple dial controls on it's face
    which he began to slowly manipulate bringing the fucking machine to
    life. Jeremiah's head lulled backward and a suppressed moan came from
    behind his gag. His cock throbbed with a quickened rhythm and his body
    went into small spasms as the cock in his ass moved incredibly slowly
    in and out of his body. He could feel it's long, drawn out movements
    rubbing along his prostate as it went. It felt to him as though his
    cock were being stroked from behind it's flesh. His hole was sore and
    stretched but moved smoothly over the device as it moved. In his
    relaxed resignation, his body allowed the waves of pleasure to rake
    over his body from his head to his toes. A pleasure full burning
    sensation was building within his being. The speed of the cock within
    his ass picked up with a noticeable kick and his moaning began to flow
    out uncontrollably. Behind the snug leather hood and cock shaped gag
    drool was coating Jeremiah's face in unchecked copious amounts. It
    mixed with sweat to play along the features formed by Jeremiah's
    contorting face. His body was writhing, his mind was lost, his cock was
    reacting to ever inward and outward thrust and his ass had completely
    given into the unrelenting intruder. The man held the box into
    Jeremiah's bleary view and noticeably cranked the machines speed up.
    The cock in Jeremiah's ass was pounding in and out, there was no waiver
    in speed or pressure, no mercy, no weakness, the pistoning kept coming
    over and over again with no sign of waning . The shaft of the invader
    rubbing and pushing against Jeremiah's increasingly sensitive prostate.
    The cock pulling out every single time to the base of the head then
    slamming back in to it's base at an inhuman rate. Jeremiah let his eyes
    roll into the back of his head as his moans turned to hysterical
    laughter. His mind was awash with warm pleasure. His body felt as
    though it were being blanketed by the most comfortable warm sheets he'd
    ever felt on his skin. His cock was pouring out bolts of cum which
    splashed over his chest high enough to thud against the leather of his
    hood. He could smell the seaman as it was birthed into the air with
    ratcheting spasms over and over again. He was panting, breathing hard
    between gasping laughter. Despite the euphoria and seemingly amused
    reaction, Jeremiah could once again feel his anxiety returning, his
    fear building. His mind found a new clarity in the release of orgasm
    with the introduction of stimulating chemicals. He felt the fear in
    realizing that not only was the dildo in his ass not slowing down or
    showing any signs of stopping, but the control box the man had been
    holding was now sitting on the floor, alone, held by nothing but the
    concrete floor where the man had only seconds before been standing. His
    eyes darted about the room and his head swiveled back and forth on his
    shouldered till he finally spotted the man just has he was slipping out
    of view. A second latter the familiar loud screeching of the invisible
    entrance opening and closing echoed through the room. Jeremiah lie
    helplessly, laughing with hysterical fear and nervousness. Gasping for
    air as tears once again streaked out of his eyes. The machine fucked
    on, unyielding, pumping in and out at supper high spreads, battering
    Jeremiah's prostate over and over again. He could feel the sensation of
    his cock being jerked off from the inside more then he could before, it
    hurt and felt entirely euphoric. His cock was beyond aching now and
    simply hurt constantly. His ass was beginning to burn from the never
    ending friction. After what felt like an hour or two, Jeremiah's
    laughing had returned to sobs. His body was exhausted and refused to
    move as he willed it too. His ass felt bruised on the inside, his hole
    violated beyond recognition, the speed had not been slowed. The man had
    not returned and he could he was on the edge of another orgasm. He was
    baffled at how his body could possibly allow itself to be taken by such
    manipulations. He felt guilty for the enjoyment. He felt debased and
    scoffed at by his own physical form. As the ache in his testicles
    reached a new height and his cock began spewing forth more cum due to
    the constant stimulation on his prostate, Jeremiah's eyes closed, and
    he passed out into oblivion.

    He woke with a start, his body jumping to its feet, a yell flooding
    from his mouth. He was alert, he was mobile, and he was standing in his
    cubicle in front of his computer. The office was now full with bodies,
    late arrivals, which were not uncommonly practiced in the office, were
    Jeremiah worked. Though the shocked and bewildered look on his colleges
    faces pointed out that his sudden outburst was incredibly out of place.
    Almost as soon as he realized where he was and how strangely everyone
    was looking at him, Jeremiah realized his body also felt incredibly
    weak, he almost fell back into the chair from which he had jumped,
    ungracefully catching him self just before he landed and began setting
    himself to rest bashfully back in the seat. Nothing made any sense and
    he was entirely confused. He winced as he felt a jab deep in his gut
    when his ass pressed flush with the desk chair. His eyes shot open huge
    as he realized something was buried deep inside of his ass and seemed
    to be held in place by something else that was also connected to his
    cock and balls. He shot back up out of the seat, the people in his
    office still staring at him. He took a quick scan of his cubicle trying
    to decide what his next movement should be. He noticed immediately that
    his computer screen was blank, no browser windows, only the unfinished
    work from earlier. The clock on his desk top showed plainly that at
    least three hours had passed since he'd last looked at it. His mind
    almost shattered at this realization. Unable to handle the reality it
    was being forced to take in, it once again reverted to a more animal
    thought process, the only thing is said to Jeremiah's body was RUN!

    He moved quickly. He could tell by the looks on the faces of those in
    his office that he looked insane. His eyes were darting in every
    direction as he looked for any face that might seem un confused by his
    actions. Paranoid plots were developing as he made his way out of the
    cubicle room and into the nearest hallway. He had no initial direction
    though he soon decided the bathroom was the best place to head. He ran
    into the tiled room and straight to a stall. He dropped his pants
    quicker then he ever had in his life and stared slack jawed down at his
    groin. Strapped to him, securely and snugly, was what appeared to be a
    steel belt. It encased his genitalia behind a solid cup which was
    locked securely by a padlock. Metal bands held tightly around his waist
    were laced through the same ring holding the lock to the cup. He could
    feel that the cup seemed to hold onto his manhood behind it's mirrored
    surface, it was obviously more then just a shield but Jeremiah could
    not decipher from feeling alone what other tortures it might have in
    store for him. He could however follow the feeling of a strap of metal
    attached to the bottom of the cup below his protected testicles, hinged
    on an odd swivel joint leading up his crack. He traced the rod with his
    hands and found that in its center, between the waist belt to which it
    was secured and his taint, there was an opening, a device attached to
    the belt which seemed to be holding his hole open very widely, much
    like a plug would, only this was seemingly designed to be completely
    un-obstructive, save for the natural clamping Jeremiah might otherwise
    be able to do with his anus. The implications of such a device swam
    around in Jeremiah's head as he lowered himself onto the toiled, pants
    still down around his ankles, chastity belt exposed within the safety
    of the bathroom stall. He had no idea what had just happened. His body
    was sore, his ass felt as though the sphincter was swollen and well
    worked, his prostate was nagging his with throbs of having obviously
    been battered; his cock and asshole were locked away from Jeremiah's
    control by some mysterious chastity device. He'd never left the office
    as far as he could remember, he blinked, he was gone, he passed out he
    was back. He'd been raped. Raped by both man and machine for what
    seemed to have been three hours. He was terrified. He thought about
    running back into the office and telling people about what he'd just
    experienced, but he knew as soon as he did he'd lose his job. With no
    knowledge of where he'd been, how he'd gotten their, or any idea how to
    prove any of it, his employers would simply let him go for the pure
    admittance of surfing porn from the work computers. For many of the
    same reasons, as well as the humiliation of the entire ordeal, he
    couldn't see going to the cops. He couldn't even remember which web
    site had set off all those pop up windows. As tears once again formed
    in his eyes, Jeremiah began to hyperventilate. Sitting on the toilet in
    this predicament, he'd never felt so alone, so violated and out of
    control. He was confused and out of his mind. As his cell phone chirped
    loudly to alert him that someone was calling he jumped high from the
    toilet, slamming back down onto his chastity device, driving the odd
    device in his anus into his sensitive prostate. He whimpered and saw a
    slight dribble of pre cum drip out of a few unseen holes at the base of
    his cocks shielding. He breathed deeply trying to fight off the
    dizziness and anxiety as he looked at his phone, it was his immediate
    supervisor Darren. He decided he had to answer it, he had to answer
    whatever questions Darren asked, but most importantly he had to inform
    Darren that he was going home early for the day. He did so quickly,
    explaining to Darren tat something had happened during lunch, something
    really bad that he couldn't speak about. Darren said it must have been
    something horrible which explained the three hour long absence. This
    only solidified the idea that Jeremiah had in fact left the office
    without any recollection of doing so. He was excused, but asked to come
    in to speak with Darren immediately the next day to explain his
    tardiness. He made his way back to his desk, sheepishly avoiding eye
    contact with anyone else in the office, grabbed his things and headed
    home.

    Two

    There was no warning what so ever. Jeremiah had been standing at the
    buss stop just outside of his office. There were five other people, a
    few other office workers from the area and a homeless looking fellow
    who kept yelling to no one in particular. Jeremiah was sweating more
    then anyone at the bus stop and he knew it was due to his heightened
    nervousness. He was, it seemed, afraid of every little thing at this
    point. He was afraid the way he walked made it obvious that he had some
    sort of contraption in his anus. He swore over and over again inside
    his mind that the steel cup of the jock produced an obvious bulge the
    entire world could see, though even standing before the mirror in the
    bathroom of the office he could not actually see an added bulge.
    Whenever he'd meet eyes with a stranger or noticed his co workers
    looking at him oddly he became panicky, believing that they knew what
    predicament he was in. In all actuality it was his outburst and sudden
    retreat from the office which caused the odd stairs. Even if anyone did
    notice that something was off, he reasoned with himself, he had no idea
    what was going on, outsiders would be even more baffled.

    Everyone got on the buss without incident. Jeremiah stood for a moment
    on the bus, conflicted with the idea of sitting or standing. On the one
    hand, all of the people sitting were at crotch level and thus able to
    examine his tortured state, while sitting would drive the object in his
    ass deeper, as he'd learned when trying to sit earlier in his office.
    As the buss began filling with passengers, and the seats quickly taken,
    he made a panic driven choice and dove for a seat, yelping audibly as
    his weight sharply drove his anuses constant intruder into his
    prostate. He knew, just as had happened whilst he was in the restroom
    at the office, that this action had just produced a small glob of pre-
    cum from his cock.

    Jeremiah wondered deeply weather or not the glob of seminal fluid would
    seep through the fabrics of his light grey pants and leave a tell tale
    sign of his debaucherous situation. He felt a deep sense of dread as he
    realized this outcome was almost certainly inevitable. As the buss was
    jilted from pot holes and various other poor street conditions, he felt
    every motion running like lightning from his seat, to his chastity
    device, into his anus and to his cock. He felt the sweat growing upon
    his brow, his face hot with a near constant rush of blood from
    embarrassment. The bodies pressing around him were exacerbating the
    heat as well as the jostling of his body. His dripping cock was aching
    to grow to full erection within the unrelenting obviously small steel
    cup. As though his nerves were on overdrive, he could also feel the odd
    sensation of the hollow tube embedded deep within his bladder.

    This was the first time Jeremiah had even noticed the sensation. It
    took him a few moments to piece it together. Still, when he’d come to
    the realization of what it was his fear riddled mind refused to believe
    it. The first thing he noticed was that the harder his cock tried to
    get the more he felt a tug deep beneath his groins surface. As this
    revelation came he reflexively tried to contract his muscles only to
    find they felt as though they were being held from closing, as though
    the muscles were being stopped of reaching their normal tightened
    state. The feeling was initially erotic until the various possibilities
    started coming into his mind. As the flow of people in the bus around
    him continually shifted he lost himself in thought systematically going
    through the list of scenarios he might still be in. During this musing,
    every question Jeremiah had about the odd sensation deep within his
    groin gained a solidarity he’d been wishing with all his will would not
    come to fruition. He felt it immediately, the warmth spreading beneath
    him, soaking into his light grey work slacks, absorbing into both skin
    and cotton till both would hold no more. The bowl like bus seat began
    to retain a puddle of his now steadily flowing urine. His heart was
    pounding, his head was swimming, a slight wave of nausea took hold of
    his stomach. He closed his eyes and concentrated on trying to fight
    against the unyielding tube within his bladder to no avail. The bus was
    stacked full of passengers. There were people pressed all around
    Jeremiah, aggravated people, whom did not want to stand cramped against
    other passengers. They watched him from the corners of their eyes, as
    well as the other seated passengers, waiting to swipe the coveted
    positions the moment one might become vacant. He watched as this
    happened over and over again as the bus neared his stop. He hopped and
    found himself even praying that the bus would clear most of its human
    cargo by the time it came to his stop. To his horror fewer people were
    unloading their bodies from the cramped quarters then were loading on.
    More and more eyes were on him stop after stop.

    Jeremiah shifted in his seat, unexpectedly releasing a small grunt as
    the steel shaft in his bowels stirred with his motion. He instinctively
    looked up to see if the many people around him had heard his vocal
    expulsion. His eyes widened like a terrified animal staring into the
    eyes of its most feared predator. A young woman had noticed. It wasn’t
    clear what exactly had drawn her attention, though it was obvious
    something had, as her eyes were now locked, open nearly as wide as
    Jeremiahs own, on the drip of liquid rolling from beneath his crotch.
    The liquid had been, up till now, stagnant beneath his moist ass. It
    seemed as though his shifting of weight had caused a stir in the pool
    which was now sloshing to the ground beneath between his feet. The
    emotions that stemmed from realizing he’d caused his urine to spill
    into a more obvious puddle at his feet were conflicted to say the
    least. He was altogether grateful that the puddle beneath him bore less
    weight while struggling with the horrifying reality that there were now
    two puddles of his own urine. As other people’s feet sloshed and
    splashed in the liquid below him and he did likewise in the puddle
    beneath his ass, he found himself stymied at the sheer volume of urine
    he’d produced. This all added to his already over whelming anxiety. His
    head was spinning in a constant unrelenting buzz. His breaths were
    coming quickly and his vision was blurring. He felt as though he might
    faint as the bus ominously came to its stop just a block from his
    apartment. Jeremiah’s initial plan was to move like an animal running
    from its predator. Leaping from his seat, slipping through the mashed
    bodies of people and out the doors of the buss before anyone even had a
    chance to blink. Instead, as he leapt from his seat, he was met with an
    immovable wall of people. It was like slamming himself into a solid yet
    squishy pink wall of flesh. The faces of the bodies he’d thrown himself
    into contorted to angry fierce shapes. Expletives demeaning his worth
    as well as his mothers were shouted, repeatedly by some, as well as
    questions toward his mental illness. This was when the particularly
    painful comment was made that sunk his rapidly beating heart. The young
    woman who’d noticed the leak from his seat shouted “I think the guys
    retarded, it looks like he pissed his pants, and it’s all over the seat
    he was in!” Jeremiah was so astonished at how quickly the young woman’s
    observations had caused the sardine packed passengers to part their
    bodies and clear a path for him that he stood slack jawed for a moment
    to long. Long enough that several other passengers were able to observe
    his soaked backside and puddle filled vacant seat. A steady murmur
    built to a crescendo of disgust, concern, and purely evil commentary
    from those around him. The comments being made were harsh enough to
    snap him out of his bewilderment just as the doors to the bus were
    about to close. He made a mad dash toward them, getting out of the most
    embarrassing situation he’d found himself in since grade school and
    entering into a whole new word of possibilities. Before Jeremiah stood
    a couple of his neighbors in front of the corner grocery store. They
    both stared slack jawed at him, standing there in his wet trousers,
    vile names and accusations being shouted to him from the closing bus
    doors he’d just come out of. He’d been prepared for relief; he’d been
    ready to run to his apartment unseen. He had not been prepared for
    anyone else in his life to have any idea of the situation he’d found
    him self in until he was able to at least understand it himself. The
    longer he was in this situation, the less control he felt he had on his
    life. Before the belt, he’d been bound, unable to release himself,
    trapped. With the belt, he was seemingly free. He could go anywhere
    anytime. Yet there was no escape. The belt around his waist seemed to
    ensure that his inability to control what was happening to him was
    blatant and constant. The humiliation and loss of his personal sanctity
    was affecting him far more then the rape had. This wasn’t just a
    temporary violation; this was seemingly permanent. Every aspect of the
    past several hours of his life had been completely taken from him and
    decided upon by someone else. Someone had come from no where and
    violated every nook and cranny of his being in ways he couldn’t have
    ever imagined. Jeremiah began screaming at the top of his lungs. All of
    his emotions pouring out of his body and into a primal yell. Everyone
    on the street, within the small corner store and in passing cars
    stopped in their tracks to stair at the raving mad man he had become.
    His mind had broken and was releasing itself of the over abundance of
    confusion it had been receiving. His body shook as the scream became a
    dying ragged exhale and his feet began running. Tears were streaming
    down the sides of his still open mouth. He could feel the cooled urine
    on his backside and inner thighs of his pants as they pressed on and
    off of his rapidly moving legs. He got to the door of his apartment
    building and growled at another tenant whom was pushing his own way out
    the door. He was barely even aware of his own behavior at this point,
    seeking only the solitary comfort of his home.

    Never had Jeremiah felt so glad to be within the confines of his small
    studio apartment. It’s four white walls adorned with framed prints of
    his favorite artists, wood floors with rugs beneath the sparse yet
    matching furniture, had never seemed so safe and secure as they did at
    this very moment. He stood, still clothed in his tucked in button down
    work shirt, light grey soaking wet work slacks and now equally wet
    socks and shoes. The wetness of his socks, he realized, was new. This
    brought a new found, albeit less overwhelming, panic into his head.
    Quickly his pants were stripped from his legs; his shirt had been
    mostly ripped off and ruined in rage and fear, his shoes and socks
    discarded amongst the pile somewhere. He stood now, naked, in front of
    his bathroom mirror. He stared into the mirror angrily and afraid at
    the shinny metal contraption around his waist. He studied the smooth
    shiny innocent looking steel cup covering his straining cock. Its solid
    form keeping him from removing the catheter buried deep in his urethra
    and deeper into his bladder. He examined, as best he could, the hinged
    thong of metal that ran from the base of the cup to the device in his
    anus and to the belt at his waist. He was looking for any sign of
    weakness, any latch or form of release he could find and he found
    nothing.

    He grabbed a smaller hand held mirror from his bathroom cabinet to help
    himself get a better angled view of his confining tormentor. With this
    new vantage point he was ale to see the hole at the base of the cup
    where his bodily fluids had so freely flowed. In fact they still seemed
    to be flowing at some rate. It was slow but constant, a mixture of
    seminal fluids and urine dripped from its tubular walls. For the first
    time in his life, Jeremiah completely understood what it was to feel
    appalled. This device secured around his waist was of the most
    debaucherous design he could ever hope to fathom. The hinged rod at
    Jeremiahs taint which led to the cylindrical hallow shaft buried deep
    within his anus was a mere inch or so from the drainage hole. He
    contorted his arm and body a bit more to get a good look into the hole,
    taking a moment to find a flashlight; he wanted a really good look. He
    felt himself swallow hard as he got the look he wanted and saw clearly
    up into his very own rectum. He stared in bewilderment at the depth of
    his own ass hole and contacted his muscles to see if he had any hope of
    closing the opening of his own free will. Much to his dismay he did
    not. Jeremiah had come to a point of calm hysteria in his mind. He was
    still overwhelmed with confusion, worry, fear and humiliation, however
    he’d come to accept that these emotions were not going to end until
    he’d figured out who was doing this to him and how to stop it. As he
    continued examining the steel belt and its pieces he began formulating
    possible ways he might discover his captor, or rapist, he couldn’t
    decide what he was really. This man who’d somehow made him black out at
    work and gotten him to some cement room tied to a dirty bed, then
    proceeded to sodomize him with both his fist and a machine. Jeremiah
    gained a new frustration, to add to the many flying restlessly through
    his head, as he realized he couldn’t even begin to think of where to
    start looking, he couldn’t even tell what the man had looked like.
    Jeremiah felt his bowels rumble and felt slightly faint. His knees
    buckled and he nearly fell. Standing on the tiled floor of his bathroom
    he found himself doubled over clutching his cramping belly.
    Involuntarily he felt his bowels lurch. He knew what was coming as the
    sweat formed on his brow was and he slowly lowered himself to his
    knees, crouching in the small space of his bathroom. The pain from his
    cramping intestines was far too strong for him to move beyond his
    current position. With a final painful cramp and a load craggy groan
    from jeremiahs lips his body began forcing shit from his insides out
    the hollow steel tube burred deep in his anus and onto the tiled floor
    behind him. Jeremiah felt as though must have remained hunched over in
    that position for several moments in a mixture of pain, relief, horror
    and disgust as his bowels continued lurching and forcing more of his
    own waste out of his open hole. The smell was permeating the room and
    his body was feeling exhausted from the expulsion. As the flow of feces
    came to a halt he felt a wave of dizziness hit him. He wobbled in place
    for a brief moment before falling backward on top of the mound of his
    own shit. The smell increased ten fold as his body squished the semi
    solid clumps beneath him and he began to gag, he closed his eyes in
    hopes of controlling the urge to vomit. When Jeremiah opened his eyes
    his world was spinning in a dizzy array of bright white and yellow
    light. His vision was blurry and he couldn’t make out anything for a
    second. He could barely even feel his own body at first. He realized he
    was laying on his back on a soft surface he could no longer smell the
    shit though he still felt somewhat queasy. There was also something in
    his mouth now, something thick and soft. He licked at the intruder
    lazily with his tongue, tasting and feeling its texture all at once.
    The object seemed to be a tasteless smooth plastic plug shaped device
    with a hole at its center. With the determination of curiosity behind
    his will, Jeremiah focused on his vision to try and see what was going
    with this object in his mouth, soon, inches from his face, a clear tube
    came into view stretching from his own mouth out into the great white
    of what appeared to be his own bedroom. He was able to surmise that
    this tube led back to a gag of some sort securely strapped into his
    mouth, he could now feel the strap leading back behind his head.

    As his conscious mind began coming back into focus along with his
    vision, he came to find, much to his relief, he was still within his
    own small apartment, lying atop his own bed. Much to his dismay however
    he also came to realize that once again he was tied down, helpless and
    in a new terrifying situation. He released a sound of exasperation past
    his gag which had he had use of his own mouth would have taken the form
    of the words “Oh come on!” He tested his bonds in short order checking
    that each was secure. Leather cuffs at each wrist and ankle tied by a
    means he could not see, however there was not the familiar clank of
    chains from before. He turned his head from side to side taking stock
    of his seemingly untouched room. There was no one else there with him.

    Jeremiah could now feel his body, the stretch of the bonds on his
    limbs, the soft familiarity of his own bed beneath him, his head
    resting on top of his own pillow, his ass not hanging off of the bed
    ready to be plowed. In addition to the last mental note he realized his
    ass felt a bit different then it had before. As he shifted his bodies’
    weight he found he was still in fact locked into the chastity device.
    He could feel the strange yet familiar invaders in both his cock and
    ass. He could feel the belt of steel around his waist and the rod
    secured between his ass cheeks. However could hear a plastic like
    crinkling with his movements. He could also feel that all of this
    seemed to be covered by a soft, thick, and well secured fabric.

    Jeremiah moved his head up from his pillow as best he could to get a
    good view of his crotch, the most he could see was a clear plastic and
    white cloth covered mound covering his midsection. The rest of his body
    seemed to be completely nude. He was surprised to find how relieved he
    was to know that he had a diaper strapped around his waist. He almost
    considered it an act of mercy. He let himself fidget around a bit more
    in the bed trying to get a grasp on the diaper secured around him. It
    seemed very thick as he couldn’t seem to close his, albeit restrained
    at the ankles, thighs to close any further then they already were.

    The noise caused by Jeremiah’s fidgeting must have alerted his captor
    to his arousal as Jeremiah soon found him self frozen in place, held
    there by panic at hearing some ones footsteps walk along the floor just
    outside his bedroom door. The door knob jiggled momentarily and soon
    Jeremiah was looking back into the emotionless black sunglass like eyes
    of his captor. The hood wrapped securely over his head was the only
    familiar apparel the man wore. This time his body was shrouded by a
    long leather jacket buttoned from the man’s waist to his collar.
    Jeremiah immediately began begging though his gag at the man. He
    repeated the same word over and over, hoping each time that it was more
    audible then the next, trying simply to form the word “Please” as he
    did so. He hoped to encompass with that one word all of his sorrow for
    any wrong he could ever think of that he’d ever done to anyone in his
    entire life. He hoped to encompass all of the fear, dread and anxiety
    he felt as a result of what this man was doing to him. He tried over
    and over again until finally he remembered how this man had reacted, or
    rather completely ignored and paid no attention, to his previous
    attempts at pleading for mercy. The man was now, true to form, paying
    an equal amount of attention to Jeremiahs muffled cries.

    With a renewed silence the rubber hooded man moved close to the head of
    the bed and raised his arms high above Jeremiah, just above his line of
    sight. The mans glassy black eyes stared down emotionless at Jeremiah
    while his visible lips slowly contorted to a crude and devious smile.
    Jeremiah watched the tube leading from his mouth and up into wherever
    the mans hands seemed to disappear to and watched in stunned fear as a
    thick milky white liquid came oozing down inside the clear plastic.

    Waiting for the goop to make it’s way to his moth was agonizing for
    both Jeremiah as well as, it seemed, his captor. However Jeremiah was
    sure where he himself was willing the strange liquid to clog itself in
    the tube long before it reached his mouth, his captor was willing the
    opposite thought. It seemed, eventually, that the man in the rubber
    hood had the much stronger will of the two, as the liquid came dripping
    in through the gag in Jeremiahs mouth onto the back of his throat as
    well as his tongue. The taste was plain and unrecognizable. There was
    nothing remarkable about it at all. The texture however was an
    abundance of unique perception. There was a grainy quality as well as a
    pulpy, course substance. The whole mixture was held together by an
    almost gelatin thick liquid. The man’s hands fiddled with a few more
    unseen things for a moment and soon Jeremiah’s mouth was filling with
    the white substance at a steady pace. It didn’t take long for him to
    get into a rhythm, his mouth would fill with the thick mixture and he’d
    swallow, take in a breath, and wait for his mouth to fill again within
    a space of a few seconds, and then repeat. As he did this several
    times, the hooded man moved slowly around the bed, checking Jeremiahs
    bonds one at a time as he went. The man stopped on each pass of
    Jeremiahs midsection to lightly pat Jeremiahs diapered and steel
    covered crotch. He smile crudely as he did so and look with his blank
    glass stair at Jeremiahs constantly swallowing mouth and neck.

    Jeremiah was starting to feel the strain of his efforts to keep
    swallowing the thick goop steadily flowing into his mouth. His jaw was
    just starting to get the faintest ach to it, his stomach was beginning
    to feel fullness, and his throat was getting tired of repeatedly
    contracting. He was relieved when his captor once again reached for the
    out of sight supply of whatever it was he was being forced to digest,
    and the flow slowed down. He found however that he was quite concerned
    with the fact that the flow had not stopped. It continued to slowly
    fill his mouth, every minute or so he’d have to take another swallow.
    The man made another pass going from restraint to restraint and patting
    Jeremiahs diaper while the food stuff kept flowing. Then the man opened
    the door and left the room. Jeremiah lie there, in his own bed, on his
    own sheets, in his own apartment, tied down against his own will being
    force fed some mystery mixture through a tube plugged and strapped into
    his mouth. His cock, balls, and asshole were all restrained by a secure
    and devious chastity device which left him chastised and entirely
    incontinent, liable to wet and mess himself at any moment. Luckily
    however, over that he was strapped into what seemed to be a very thick
    and large cloth diaper covered in clear plastic pants. He was once
    again left alone to experience a slow and inescapable torment with no
    idea of what would come next. He lie there for what seemed like hours,
    constantly swallowing over and over again, growing more and more full,
    his mind growing more and more tired at the tediousness of the task.
    His mouth was under stimulated due to the bland flavor of the mixture.
    The tactile strangeness had long since lost its appeal. He had even
    stopped paying attention to his own uncomfortable groans, which he
    seamed to let through every now and again as the pain of his stomach
    stretching got to him. Oddly it seemed the flow had been timed
    perfectly as by now Jeremiah was sure he’d have vomited such a large
    mass of intake had it flowed more freely. It was this fear of vomiting
    that allowed his sense of relief at the end of the mixtures run, when
    finally, as if it had spent an eternity reaching this point, the goopy
    ooze came to an end. He let out a triumphant and gleeful laugh and
    closed his eyes in happiness.

    When he opened his eyes he was sitting upright. He was in a foggy
    stupor, the edges of his vision once again blurry, a sense of dizziness
    overcoming his senses. Someone was talking; their voice seemed far away
    at first. Suddenly it came into full clarity as though it were a THX
    splash advertisement right before a movie. The voice seemed to be
    asking him something, he concentrated harder on both his sight and
    hearing. To his complete surprise, his boss Darren came into view,
    sitting behind his desk back at the office. The early morning sun was
    coming into the room through the window, painting Darren in a golden
    light, his face wearing a look of deep concern.

    “Jeremiah, are you okay? Are you alright?” he asked for what Jeremiah
    was sure must have been the third time.

    “I’m sorry, what? Yea, uh. Hi, yea, sorry.” Jeremiah stammered back,
    completely unsure of weather he was okay or not. Let alone how or why
    he was sitting here in Darren’s office all of a sudden when seconds ago
    he’d been in the second worst situation of his life.

    “It’s okay Jerry,” Darren affectionately said “It’s understandable with
    someone going through, well, you know, what you’re going through right
    now. I, we, the company and I want you to know that it’s okay and we
    understand.” Darren was choosing his words carefully.

    Jeremiah was trying hard to figure out what new situation he was in,
    all he could say in response was “Okay, um, thanks Darren.” “Great
    Jerry I’ve already sent out an email to Sarah in HR briefly explaining
    to her what the situation is and she knows how to handle it. She’ll
    have all the paperwork sent to your home immediately, it should be
    there within the next couple of days. All you have to do is fill it
    out, provide the necessary doctors notes, and you’ll be all set. Just
    go home, stop by your desk if you need too, and try and get yourself,
    well, you know, better, as soon as you can.” Darren smiled, but the
    smile seemed more worried then it did happy.

    Jeremiah Shifted in his seat as he listened to all of this new
    information. He didn’t know anything about any doctors notes or know of
    any reason he’d tell Darren and apparently the entire company about
    that he’d need to get better from. He realized as he nervously moved in
    his chair that he was still wearing the diaper from his pervious
    situation. Along with his confusion over what Darren or said, he was
    suddenly awash with the knowledge that he was, and had somehow gotten
    into his office wearing what he could still only assume was a very
    large diaper beneath what looked to be the very same grey slacks he’d
    worn into the office the day before. He suddenly wanted nothing more
    then to get back home and out of that office as quickly as possible. As
    soon as Darren finished his sentence Jeremiah replied with “Yes, thank
    you, I understand, I’ll wait for the stuff in the mail and turn it
    right around. Gotcha, is there anything else then Darren?” He was
    standing and offering his hand for a shake by the time he uttered his
    Boss’s name.

    “Uh, na, no” Darren stammered “Nothing else at all Jerry, you just uh,
    take care of yourself okay there buddy?” he shook Jeremiahs hand
    unsurely.

    “Yea sure thing boss, guess I’ll see you latter” Jeremiah shouted back
    as he briskly exited Darren’s office. He continued his brisk stride
    once again through his office, feeling himself wobble back and forth
    with each step; he was trying not to obviously look down at his
    midsection as he went. Eventually he got a quick good view and stopped
    momentarily in his stride. He looked down at what seemed to him as an
    incredibly obvious bulge protruding from his crotch. He quickly fell
    back into his wobbly stride and made his way for the door. As he stood
    once again waiting for the buss, he could feel the eyes of the other
    patrons waiting at the stop. The homeless looking man from before, whom
    had at the time been shouting expletives at invisible beings, was this
    time silent, and staring quite obviously at Jeremiahs well padded back
    side. The homeless looking man proclaimed loudly, more in jeremiahs
    direction then at Jeremiah “I had to wear those for a while my self!
    Shot up some bad shit once that completely wrecked my system, couldn’t
    hold a solid shit for seven months!” the man was actually pointing at
    Jeremiah’s diapered ass.

    Jeremiah was mortified as he, and the now painfully aware of his
    predicament passengers filed onto the buss. Once again the buss was
    packed full of passengers, however this time there was no seating
    available for Jeremiah once he was aboard. A few of the other
    passengers including the homeless looking man had found seats, taking
    up what had been available. Jeremiah was forced, serendipitously, to
    stand directly in front of the homeless looking man, his padded crotch
    in the fellows face.

    As the bus drove on Jeremiah could feel the worry growing on his face
    as small cramps began to grow through his stomach. He was trying harder
    to not show the emotions he was feeling then he was to hold back what
    he felt coming; he knew the latter would prove to be futile. He fought
    back tears and the want to run. He resigned himself to the fate he knew
    would come. The pain in his gut was growing far to quickly for him to
    make it to his apartment before it happened. Sure enough, just a couple
    of stops into his journey, Jeremiah let out a low audible and long
    groan as what felt like a nice solid and equally long load of shit
    pilled into the confines of his diaper. He could feel its length
    bending and shaping itself as it forced it’s way out and into the cloth
    barrier. The brace created by the diaper caused resistance to the
    continuing flow coming from Jeremiahs wide open hole, which caused his
    bowels to lurch harder then before. Another audible groan escaped
    Jeremiahs mouth uncontrollably and his eyes opened wide to see the
    majority of the passengers on the bus look at him in horrified disgust.
    The homeless looking man proclaimed to anyone who might be willing to
    listen “That’s exactly how it used to happen to me! Shit would just
    start filing up my diaper out of no where at the absolutely worst of
    times!” he was vigorously nodding his head to affirm what he himself
    had just said and looking from passenger to passenger from some sign of
    understanding.

    Jeremiah on the other hand was trying hard not to look at anyone as
    stop after stop seemed to produce more cramps in his bowels, and once
    more before his stop, he released another load of poo into his now full
    diaper. Just as he reach his stop he realized at some point the diaper
    had also gained warmth it hadn’t had to start with. He’d apparently
    also wet himself. It was no surprise to Jeremiah that once again, as he
    got off of the bus, loud calls proclaiming the brutality of stink
    coming from his diapered ass and how thankful the other passengers
    being called out after him, the same two neighbors from the day before
    were standing at the grocery store staring slack jawed at his obviously
    diapered form. They continued their staring, though they eventually
    closed their mouths, as Jeremiah defeatedly strode toward his apartment
    building, up his stairs, and into the now unsafe confines of his
    uncomfortable and frightening studio apartment, unsure of what he was
    going to, or could do next.

    The following story is a fictional account. The characters are entirely
    unreal and so are their situations. Thus no direct attention was paid
    to probability or safety for the characters. Such practices should not
    transfer over to real life situations. Practice safe, sane and
    consensual sex. For your own damn good. If you have problems or issues
    with queer pornographic materials, please stop reading now. If you
    find, on the other hand, that you are quit the purveyor of perversion
    and that this particular story seems to get your proverbial rocks off,
    please feel free to contact the author, Kenji De Sade at
    kenjidesade@gmail.com Thank you.

    Three

    Jeremiah stood with his back leaning against the only door leading into
    his apartment. He stared into the open space, which was essentially a
    wide hallway leading to a tiny bedroom and bathroom, both nearly equal
    in size. The living rooms almond colored wood floors were near as pale
    as the white walls. the furniture was a cheap and small matching set; a
    simple chair which looked almost as broad as the simple love seat, both
    covered in a dark blue upholstery. Each piece of the seating
    arrangement sat atop equally drab and plain grey rugs, so as not to
    scratch the wood floors. The cheap prints of expensive art he could not
    afford adorned the walls in uniform poster size, frames and symmetrical
    placement. His television, nine-teen inch atop a useless and bare
    entertainment center, was the final coup de grass of his humble abode.

    Jeremiah thought for a moment to look for anything that might be
    missing, and then realized after taking stock of his life, he didn't
    really own anything worth stealing. His life hadn’t consisted much of
    anything beyond going to work and coming home. He kept his friends at a
    distance and spent little time with them. Most of his socializing was
    done from his computer via blogs and social networking web sites, which
    he visited in the background while surfing for porn. In fact the only
    thing worth stealing was his laptop, which he’d last left in his
    bedroom. On his way there he decided to make it a point to head toward
    the adjoined bathroom where he regretfully remembered losing his bowels
    the night before. It hadn’t occurred to him till this moment that since
    he'd fallen, body flat, into his own feces, he’d not even had the
    chance to clean himself and doubted, given his shit filled diapered
    state of being, that his captor had the consideration to clean the
    filth away for him.

    He stripped his cloths with no sense of rush nor worry, allowing them
    to fall where they landed as he made his way into the apartment toward
    the bedroom and bathroom to bare witness to the heinousness travesty he
    knew he and the bathroom must've been at this point. As he entered the
    bedroom, hands unfastening his pants, shirt already removed, he stared
    dumbfounded at his bathroom doors sudden lack of a door knob. Quickly
    he walked toward the door and out of his grey slacks and black shoes to
    inspect the bizarre change. At some point, either while he was sleeping
    or whilst he was blindly getting to work, his tormentor had for some
    devious reason removed the door knob and replaced it with what appeared
    to be a very strong dead bolt lock. After a quick scan Jeremiah was
    able to confirm that the door itself was impenetrable, without
    battering it to splinters of pine. Jeremiah couldn’t believe anyone
    would go through this much trouble for seemingly no beneficial reason.
    He was completely in the dark about his captor. He had no idea when the
    rubber hooded man would suddenly do whatever he does and appear to
    torment him. He’d been raped and stripped of his own bodily functions,
    now it seemed he couldn’t even bathe or brush his teeth of his own
    volition. Jeremiah thought for a moment that if maybe he could make
    sense of it, maybe if he could empathize with his captor and figure out
    some way that doing this to someone might be beneficial to another man;
    he might find some solace in his situation. But try as he might he just
    could not make any sense of the matter. To him, the entire situation
    was purely insane.

    He backed away from his door, toward his bed, and plopped himself down
    on the soft cushion of his mattress. He grunted and felt his cock
    twitch, reminding him of the hollow tube embedded within the appendage,
    as the steel intruder holding his asshole wide open pushed in deeper.
    He felt the mass of filth in the back end of his diaper, a putrid
    mixture of pre-cum, feces and urine, mash and smooth it self along the
    contours of his most private regions. The mush moved up between his
    taint, he was sure he could feel some forcing its way beneath the steel
    cup as it squished over his trapped crotch, and it also spread out
    around his ass cheeks, up his crack, and slightly up the back of the
    diaper. It was a slick cushion of his own wastes and the feeling along
    with the reminder of his temporarily ignored state left him abashed and
    humiliated.

    He sat there; eyes watery with tears, nude save for a large and full
    cloth diaper, covered to keep the mess in with clear plastic pants.
    Ashamed at himself for sitting in the stew of his own filth without
    thinking of it, he looked down toward the diaper to inspect it, for the
    first time actually getting a chance to really look at the thing. It
    was surprisingly simple to him, a basic white cloth diaper. Well white
    cloth, not surprisingly, stained yellow with urine. The thing that was
    astonishing to him however was the sheer thickness of it around his
    waist. He’d noticed the waddle to his walk on his way home from the
    office, he’d been humiliated and embarrassed by his birds eye view of
    it’s obviousness under his grey slacks, but thus far he had been in no
    position to truly understand how big the diaper was. He moved around
    atop the bed, feeling his wastes move with him, so that he might
    inspect further.

    Spreading his legs, Jeremiah was able to compare the thickness at his
    crotch with his own thigh; he estimated it must have been at least four
    inches of thick padding. The width between his legs was nearly that of
    his fully splayed legs, if the cloth had been more solid he would
    practically have to do the splits while walking. There was an obvious
    brown tarnish to the white fabric which got darker as Jeremiah’s eyes
    made there way further between his legs. If the plastic pants weren’t
    clear he wouldn’t have been able to see the state of his own diaper so
    easily, he wasn’t sure if this fact was a good thing or not. He could
    tell from his wobbly motions on the bed that sitting for any length
    would prove to be a practice of balancing skills due to the bulk. It
    occurred to him at this point that he might be able to remove the
    diaper; his hand searched the waist of the clear plastic pants and came
    to feel a rather solid waistband. It wasn’t tight enough that it was
    digging into him, which he assumed mixed with the over stimulation and
    humiliation he’d been through was why he’d failed to notice it before.
    The chain as he’d discovered it was, it seemed, to tight to move down
    his waist. As his fingers followed along its ensnaring length toward
    his own backside, he discovered a small well secured pad lock. His
    defeat was overwhelming. There was no way out of any of this. Every
    small twist and turn he’d been given in the past couple of days had
    been thoroughly planned to ensure that there was no way out for
    Jeremiah.

    He thrashed himself about on the bed, lying back thrashing his arms,
    kicking his legs, and screaming out in frustration. Tears streamed down
    his eyes as he threw his tantrum. His bald fists slammed them selves
    down on the bed randomly, being bounced back by the springs below the
    cushioned surface. His feet followed suit, equally as futile in their
    expression of violence, equally as random in their motions. His screams
    echoed slightly in the small room, as he noticed in his fit of rage
    that the warmth of his diaper was being renewed. This realization
    brought a new calming dread to him, his fit subsiding, his tears
    continuing to flow regularly as his urine, his screams dying down to
    sobs as he lie there on his back, wetting him self, in his mess,
    staring at his stark white ceiling, then he blinked. Jeremiah’s eyes
    opened back up and the world came streaming into full clarity with an
    unusual quickness as his eyes focused on his living room walls in only
    a moment. He was awash with a slight feeling of dizziness and nausea as
    his eyes wearily scanned the room. He was on the floor, on top of one
    of the drab grey rugs which had seemingly only moments before been held
    down by a chair. As he looked around the room he saw that his love seat
    was against one wall with the matching chair piled on top of it. These
    two chairs were carefully tied together so one would not fall from the
    other. His television was unplugged and turned around so the screen
    faced the wall it was up against, high on top of the entertainment
    center. In fact as he took stock of things it seemed everything in his
    apartment had been moved up out of the way.

    Jerrmiah was on his knees, still warm and dirty diaper resting on his
    heels, his hands directly in front of his diapered crotch holding his
    weight. There were thick very well padded rubber mittens affixed to
    each wrist, effectively restraining his hands into fists and
    comfortably keeping his knuckles from pressing rudely against the rug
    and hardwood floor. He noticed next that his knees were being spared
    the same pressure thanks to a pair of thick rubber knee pads. As he
    attempted to stand he felt a tug at his waist and his ankles lifted
    with his ass nearly toppling him over face first onto the rug, however
    his protected fists caught the weight at the last minute. He muffled a
    cry of surprise past a large gag he felt strapped to his head. "At
    least there's no feeding tube attached this time" he thought to himself
    as his tongue explored its shape and his neck craned to look toward his
    own ankles.

    It was barely a surprise to him as his eyes followed the largely
    knotted ropes leading from the leather cuffs on his ankles to some sort
    of odd rubber belt secured around his waist. He could tell that the
    point of this particular bondage was to keep him, if not on all fours,
    from standing on his own two feet. While he was at first relieved to
    see that his bonds were made of rope, he quickly realised that with his
    hands secured within their padded mitts he had very little hope of
    prying the knots loose and releasing himself. He looked closer at the
    black rubber belt strapped around his waist, which appeared to be
    connected to other rubber straps wrapping down over the front of his
    crotch to a thick solid rubber plate, effectively keeping the diaper
    pressed up against his skin and his thighs from being able to close.
    There were other thinner rubber straps also connected to this separator
    which ran around his thighs, sealing themselves over the leg openings
    of his clear plastic pants. Jeremiah’s stomach fell when he saw, what
    he could, of his clear plastic pants. He had wet himself so thoroughly
    by this point that the diaper no longer seemed to be holding the urine.
    A dark yellow brown liquid was sloshing around at the edges of his
    thighs, held in by the black rubber device now strapped around his
    waist over his diaper. The liquid wasn’t high enough in volume that the
    plastic pants were filled like a water balloon, it seemed as though the
    flooding had only recently begun. It also seemed as though he’d have
    time enough left in the diaper to fill the pants to their fullest. He
    certainly couldn’t think of a way he’d be getting free any time soon.
    The smell coming from them was strong and carried a weight to it that
    filled his nostrils and clogged them with stink. Ignoring the sloshing
    liquid held around his waist he paid attention to the large object he’d
    been blindly feeling with his tongue. It was large enough that he could
    sense a small sore beginning in his jaw; it wouldn’t be unbearable for
    a while though and could be included on the list of things to ignore
    for the time being. Its length left it feeling stout as it just barely
    hit the back row of his teeth. He was thankful for this, it didn’t seem
    to be choking him in any manner, and oddly he found it was rather
    comfortable. The shape, texture and taste were all very familiar. The
    distinct sharp tang of latex accented the ridges of a small soft rubber
    cock.

    Jeremiah sat there; diaper on his heals, sucking the cock in his mouth
    and allowing him a moment to adjust to his new situation. It was sort
    of surprising to him how unsurprised by the change in scenario he was.
    When this all started two days ago he was absolutely terrified, then
    again, being alone, as it appeared he was, it was a lot less shocking
    then getting fisted and then raped relentlessly by an unyielding
    machine. Still, he felt it was odd that he’d gotten so comfortable, if
    one could call what he felt a feeling of comfort, after the transition
    he’d just been through. He really couldn’t say that the rubber hooded
    man couldn’t alter his emotional reaction to situations whenever he
    caused Jeremiah to black out. In fact now that it occurred to him,
    there wasn’t much that he could imagine the rubber hood man could not
    do to him.

    He began to crawl around his apartment, asserting what little freedom
    he had left available to him self. The apartment being as small as it
    was, there wasn’t much to purvey. Still he made note of the fact that
    seemingly everything he owned had been placed high up out of his reach.
    As he crawled on the floor around the living room he could see things
    like his mail, his house keys, his cell phone and even his jacket were
    on top of the television and entertainment center. The two rugs which
    had been under the chair and loveseat were pushed together in the
    center of the floor, it occurred to Jeremiah that this was perhaps
    intentionally reminiscent of a child’s play matt. The small kitchen
    like area he’d had set up which consisted of a small microwave, mini
    refrigerator and coffee pot on a small table were found wedged, as out
    of reach as everything else, between the love seat and chair tied
    together for what appeared to be safety with the same type of rope his
    ankles were secured to his waist with.

    He crawled toward the bedroom, its door still open and the light on
    inviting him to see what it had in store. He could hear the liquid in
    his diaper moving around as he made the odd strides with his hands and
    knees, his feet dangling in the air from their bondage. The mess in his
    diaper was acting like a lubricant, allowing him to feel the padding
    smear across his ass as he crawled. His cock, he noticed, was throbbing
    half hard within its steal confines. The belts movements were as
    noticeable as all the other tactile sensations Jeremiah was taking in.
    The hollow steel rod was rubbing against his prostate, its weight being
    brought down by gravity seemed to make the pressure greater then it had
    been even while he was sitting on it. It was arousing to the point that
    Jeremiah found him self having to pause a moment to allow his muscles
    to contract and a small nearly uncontrollable groan to be muffled by
    the rubber phallus in his mouth. The twitch it caused in his own
    phallus sent a throbbing ache through his body causing another
    contraction of muscles. This second contraction caused the steel rod to
    push slightly more against his prostate and he felt a shudder run
    through him. He decided their may be some pleasures in his predicament,
    regardless of how stifled and painful they seemed. Either that or he
    was just really horny.

    He continued his venture through the door of his bedroom realizing for
    the first time, as though he’d had reason to realize before, that his
    bed was high enough that he couldn’t see on top of it even if he were
    to set himself upright once again on his knees. He could however see
    above the bed. What he saw there was frightening to him in a way that
    only experienced horrors could be. Two rather large clear tanks were
    hanging over his bed. They were held in place by a couple of chains
    bolted into his ceiling. This was the second modification he’d noticed
    in his apartment. There were two tubes coming from the funnel like
    bottoms of each tank. The tubes conjoined shortly along their lengths
    to become one tube leading to an end which looked as though it plugged
    into something. Jeremiah assumed it was designed to plug into the gag
    he had worn during his force feeding. He paused a moment to think,
    realizing he hadn’t noticed these tanks earlier before he’d blacked out
    and woken up bound as he was now. It was not like he could remember
    really noticing about the room after the initial shock of seeing that
    his bathroom door had been rendered redundant. The more he thought
    about it, the more important it became. If these were in fact the same
    reservoirs he’d been force fed from before, it mean that he was in
    store for much more of the same treatment. However if they were new,
    different reservoirs, the idea held many more complications. Were these
    reservoirs the same size? Did they hold more, or less of the bland
    textured mix? He felt his cock throb within it’s unrelenting confines,
    tugging slightly on the tube within it’s tortured flesh. The sudden
    contraction shifted the steel belt, and with it, the hollow tube
    holding his anus wide open. Another uncontrollable moan fought its way
    out around the cock shaped gage buried indefinitely between his lips.
    The bathroom door opened and Jeremiah’s heart jumped into his throat.
    Rubber boots climbed up the meaty calves and thighs that appeared in
    its door way, they stopped at the black shiny cock shaped plastic cup
    locked around the otherwise rubber covered crotch from which the legs
    sprouted. The waist of the rubber pants met with the tucked in skin of
    the rubber shirt stretching itself tightly over the tight gut and chest
    it covered. The shirts sleeves were lost beneath thick rubber gloves
    riding from the wearers hands to his biceps. The collar of the shirt
    was tucked beneath the collar of the all too familiar, sunglass eyed,
    open mouthed hood pulled tightly over a pair of painfully
    unrecognizable grinning lips. This time there was no begging. Jeremiah
    didn’t even have it in him to scream anymore. He simply sat back on his
    haunches, diapered ass resting on his heels, mess squishing once again
    against his skin, suckling the cock in his mouth and whimpered up at
    the man in the rubber hood. The man’s smile grew a tighter solidarity
    as he approached Jeremiah, defeated and simply waiting for what was to
    come next. Jeremiah grunted slightly as the man bent down, his hands
    beneath Jeremiahs arm pits, and hoisted Jeremiahs body onto the bed. As
    his knees came to rest on the soft surface, Jeremiah heard the crinkle
    of what he saw to be plastic sheets in place of his once stark white
    linen sheets. He was laid on his back, surprisingly un-violently by the
    man in the rubber hood. The rubber belt with its thigh separator and
    the ropes tied to it’s back leading to jeremiahs ankles ensured that
    his legs stay bent at the knees and splayed wide open. He felt the
    driest area of the back of the diaper, to his relief, soak up a bit of
    the dark brown liquid now resting in that area of his plastic pants.
    His arms were raised above his head and the wrists of his padded fist
    mitts secured to ropes attached to the bed. He felt more then saw
    further ropes being attached to the belt at his waist further securing
    him in place. He turned his head to the side to watch the rubber hooded
    man bend over and rummage around in some bag Jeremiah could not see.
    Soon he produced another rubber item from the bag, holding it up
    triumphantly and turning the emotionless black lenses and his
    featureless smile back at Jeremiah. He came over to the head of the bed
    and leaned with the rubber item toward Jeremiahs head, quickly yet
    carefully pulling the surprisingly thick material over his face. The
    placement seemed weird at first to Jeremiah as the eye holes were put
    properly in place yet his nose seemed crushed by some apparatus. The
    rubber hooded man was quick however to remedy the situation, quickly
    calming the sudden fear of suffocation he’d been temporarily
    overwhelmed with. Soon after his nose, rather then being uncomfortably
    crushed, was rather uncomfortably stretched. It seemed this hood was
    specially designed with two tubes which had their ends secured deeply
    within Jeremiah’s nostrils. Each tube was wide enough that he could
    feel the stretch they caused however; they did seem to allow for
    maximum breathing, as he was having no issue taking in lung-fulls of
    latex scented air. He watched in curiosity as the rubber hooded man
    carefully kept the ends of the tubes within Jeremiahs line of sight. He
    lifted up a small box like device which he proceeded to place the ends
    of the air tubes into. This device seemed to divide the original air
    supply into four tubes. Jeremiah soon found, with the feeling of
    tugging and pulling at the waist of his well secured diaper, that this
    device allowed the tubes to feed each nostril with two supplies of air.
    One of which the man had inserted into the rank depth of the well
    soiled diaper.

    Jeremiah lie there taking in a mixture of both fresh air and entirely
    un-fresh air into his lungs, the sour scent held within his diaper
    coming in a faint and foul perfume. The man held the lengths of tubing
    once again into Jeremiah’s view, holding them there for a moment to be
    sure Jeremiah was paying attention; he then capped the open ends with
    his rubber covered finger tips. Suddenly the only thing Jeremiah could
    smell was the nasty odor of his own foul wastes. The man uncapped the
    open ends, put them to his plain lips, and steadily exhaled a breath
    into the tubes. Jeremiah’s nostrils were choked around the thick nasty
    smell being fed into them. He choked on the scent, coughing around the
    gag which seemed to be held even more firmly in place with the hood on.
    The man laughed, making the first audible sound of the night. The
    sudden break of silence actually seemed to scare Jeremiah more then the
    current breath torture he was being out through. The man in the rubber
    hood once again stepped away from the bed and rummaged in the bag, this
    time producing a smaller rubber item. Returning to the bed he quickly
    affixed the small blindfold over Jeremiah’s eyes sealing his vision
    into darkness. Jeremiah suddenly realized that the hood over his head
    seemed to be thick enough to greatly reduce the sounds of the room
    around him. He lie there trying to calmly take in breaths of the shit
    and piss tainted air into his nostrils. He listened as best he cold to
    several seemingly loud clanking sounds being made in the room. He
    distinctly heard the sounds of liquid being poured above his head and
    his stomach began to feel tight. He felt a cramp take hold and his
    bowels lurched slightly. It was the most natural movement Jeremiah had
    felt in the past two days. His hole being held open as it was, his legs
    readily splayed, the long mass that was his shit pushed it’s way into
    the already filth full diaper smoothly, the mess piling up against the
    fully used padding held in place by the thick rubber thigh spreader
    around his waist. It squished along his crack, once again pushing under
    the steel cup as it rode up his taint. As it continued coming out for
    what seemed to be a long while it traveled gravities path toward
    Jeremiahs back. As it came to an end, so did the shocking surprise of
    the rubber hooded man’s hand swatting Jeremiahs renewed mess within its
    diapered confines. The hand patted the ass solidly, mashing the feces
    with each landing. Jeremiah also noticed that as each pat was made, and
    the hollow rod was pushed into his rectum, his muscled contracted and
    he let out a moan in pleasure.

    Several swats, and moans latter, Jeremiah felt a stirring in the end of
    his gag. On the outside he could feel the man toying with some end he’d
    never seen. Suddenly he was terrified as the back of his through opened
    up with an intake of a new supply of air. He’d been unable to feel it
    before, though now it seemed stupid to him that he hadn’t imagined it
    before. It appeared that the cock secured tightly in his mouth had a
    hollow tube. Apparently this tube was cleverly placed in the center of
    the head of the penis buried just before his throat. It wasn’t long
    before the new passage way was again blocked by what Jeremiah knew was
    the tube leading to the newly filled feeding tanks placed above his
    head. Within a few moments the cock within his mouth literally
    ejaculated the beginnings of the mushy thick paste Jeremiah had been
    force fed before. The flow was quickly adjusted after Jeremiah took his
    first few gulps of the flowing goop. It seemed highly erotic to
    Jeremiah being force fed this ooze. The cock made the scenario dirtier,
    more easily accept as a perverse form of pleasure, in a twisted way.
    The loss of sight also seemed to be helping, with his concentration
    centered largely on what he was feeling rather then trying to dart his
    eyes about the room he found it easier to find the pleasures hidden in
    this torture. The flow of thick pulpy juices being fed to him had been
    slowed to very steady and manageable pace. His cock was equally as
    steadily throbbing, fighting for a full erection within its confines,
    the tension seemingly made Jeremiah even more horny. He felt the
    mattress shift beneath him for a moment, then a warm rubber clad hand
    laid itself against his stomach. Slowly, in a wide pattern, the hand
    began massaging his midsection, rubbing Jeremiahs stomach in careful
    and soothing motions. The touch was strangely calming to Jeremiah. He
    felt himself relaxing as his stomach was massaged. Soon he felt a light
    pressure at his backside. A slight movement of his massively overfilled
    diaper, the manipulations were also rhythmic and soothing, the pressure
    slight and building slowly. This second massaging hand was causing the
    mess as well as the hole stretching steel apparatus within Jeremiah to
    move about ever so slightly. The result was a smooth and erotic
    stimulation to Jeremiahs prostate. Soon as the man continued building
    the applied pressure to both of his hands, Jeremiah broke out in a
    sweat and tried unsuccessfully to express his pleasure audibly, only to
    find the flow of liquid into his mouth rendered it impossible.

    This went on for several minutes, what seemed to Jeremiah to be at the
    very least an hour. He had no real sense of time, which was another
    thing he realized he was growing quickly accustomed too. He wasted
    little time musing on the various adaptations he’d been forced to make
    in his life as the pleasures he was feeling were far to enjoyable to be
    ignored. Never in his life had Jeremiah felt so absolutely degraded and
    lustful at the same time. No time before had he ever been so absolutely
    sure that he was not going to get off, yet so enthralled by the
    manipulations that were leaving him hungry to do just that. He found
    himself reveling in the constant and rising tension in his groin, the
    growing and increased sensitivity of his never ignored prostate, even
    the disgust he’d initially felt at being subjected to living in his own
    vile filth had turned into a love for the strongly arousing bulk,
    weight and smell of his embarrassingly full diaper. He took deep
    breaths of his own stink and felt himself awash with lust for more.

    The hands left Jeremiahs writhing body. The strange food was still
    flowing constantly, he’d swallowed to many gulps of it to be counted.
    It did not seem that it would come to an end any time soon and once
    again he could feel the painful ache within his stomach as it grew
    full. He sensed the clean air tubes being closed of and the full stench
    of his diaper was fed to him. He took long deep breaths as this
    happened. He swallowing each new load in his mouth at almost the same
    slow rate at which he was breathing. He continued to gyrate his hips
    even though the hand had stopped manipulating his asses intruder. He
    was still able to feel the slightest most teasing sensations within his
    anus as he continued the motion. His arms, waist and ankles all pulled
    at their bonds; though this time it was purely out of pleasure. Almost
    entirely unnoticed by him, the hooded man watched in pleasure, as
    Jeremiah’s piss began to fill the plastic pants with fresh warm urine.
    Just as Jeremiah noticed the feel of his hot urine spreading amongst
    his freshly loaded diaper, he heard the click of the bedroom door
    closing.

    Rate This Story:

    good
    4
    3
    2
    1
    bad

    Click "Submit" at bottom when finished.
    "4" = highest rating
    (The following information requested is optional, though your participation is highly encouraged.)
    Name:
    Age:

    <8
    8
    9
    10
    11
    12

    13
    14
    15
    16
    17
    18-20

    21-25
    26-30
    31-40
    41-50
    51-60
    >60

    I am a/an:

    Your diapers

    If you are a boy or adult male, select all that apply:
    Cloth diapers
    Disposable diapers
    Multiple underpants
    (6+ pairs)

    I wear this diaper type:

    I wear this diaper type in plain white:

    how many of this diaper type I wear at a time:

    Are you pantsless at home while in diapers?
    Always
    Usually
    Sometimes
    Rarely
    Never
    I do not wear diapers

    I was often in diapers and pantsless as a boy (ages 12 and under)
    How do you use your diapers?
    Pee
    Poop
    How many older sisters do you have (boys only)?
    None
    One
    Two
    Three
    More than three
    How many younger sisters do you have? (boys only)
    None
    One
    Two
    Three
    More than three
    If you are a girl or adult female, indicate what your relationship is to the diaper boy who read this story:

    Who else in your family has read this story?
    Mother
    Father
    Older Brother
    Younger Brother
    Older Sister
    Younger Sister
    Your comments:
    Parents' comments:
    Brothers' comments:
    Sisters' comments:

    CAUTION!!! Pressing "Reset" will delete ALL of your data entered!