    Drugstore Baby

    Summary: about a young man working in drugstore, who move into the
    apartment above it and stocks the shelves at night and discovers he
    likes diapers.

    I first worked for my Aunt when I was 14. She owns a pharmacy, and ever
    since Uncle Norman ran off I had spent my summers helping her out. She
    paid me well, and was real easy to work for, so I didn't mind giving up
    my playtime to earn a little money and make things easier for her.

    So when I graduated from High School it just made since for me to go to
    work for her full-time. She worked in the morning, and I took the
    evenings and late-night re-stocking and cleanup. Best of all, Auntie
    let me move into the apartment above the store, so at 18 I was set with
    a good job and a place of my own! Life was sweet.

    But it was about to get a little strange.

    I had been wearing diapers for about a month. I don't know why, I just
    wanted to. Night after night I had re-stocked and straightened the
    "Incontinence" aisle, lining up the bags, and putting each size and
    brand in their own spot. The very first time I had held a squishy bag
    of disposables in my hands my dick had stiffened a little. Not really
    an erection, just like a quick nod to let me know it was happy, like a
    dog wagging its tail. I had ignored it and denied it for weeks before I
    finally gave in one night.

    My hands had shook as I tore open a package of Prevail diapers and
    yanked a soft plastic brief from the bag. I looked around the deserted,
    dark store, then stripped my pants and boxers off. My dick bolted to
    attention as I lay on the carpeted floor, the soft diaper underneath my
    butt. Clumsily I taped the brief on me, then quickly put my boxers and
    pants back on.

    I worked for a few minutes, then started getting paranoid. Not about
    the crinkling noise that followed me as I moved, but of the open bag of
    diapers laying on the ground. I snatched the bag and went to the
    counter at the back of the store. I scanned the barcode and totaled the
    register, then put the $14 in the cash drawer. I took the diapers up to
    my apartment and hid them in my closet. Don't know why I hid them; I
    did live alone after all.

    That night I had worn the diaper while I finished my work, and once
    back in my apartment had jerked off into it, and then fell asleep
    wearing it. It was four days before I wet one, and I liked that, too. I
    didn't wear them while the store was open, but would change as soon as
    I locked the door. Before long I got to wear I would do the stocking
    and cleaning wearing just a diaper.

    So we get to more recent times. After a month I had diapers, wipes,
    pacifiers and little toys, all bought from the store. I now wore
    diapers all the time, the sound muffled by a pair of rubber pants, an
    item I had "accidentally" ordered from our supplier and my Aunt thought
    I had sent it back, but instead I secretly paid the invoice for them.
    Things were going good for me. Then it happened.

    Chapter Two: Auntie Knows

    I was just about to lock up when my Aunt came into the store, something
    she never did at night. She was carrying a paddle, one I knew too well,
    and I froze in fear as she locked the door and turned off the front
    lights, leaving me in the back of the store, unseen from the front
    windows.

    "Hey Auntie," I managed weekly as she walked toward me tapping the
    paddle against her leg. The paddle was wood, stained a light oak color
    and had my name painted on one side, protected by layers of varnish. It
    was my Mom's 'spanking stick', which she had used on me whenever I had
    been naughty as a child. Without a word, my Aunt placed a hand on the
    back of my neck and led me around the counter to the "specials" table,
    which I noticed she had cleared at some point during the day shift. She
    directed me to the end of the table and put more pressure on my neck.
    Without debate or complaint, I bent over the table, which I knew was
    what was expected of me.

    Finally, My Aunt started to speak; "Your Mother thinks you asked me to
    get this paddle for you, so you could keep it as a memento of your
    childhood. She found it strange that you'd want to remember getting
    spanked, but that's what I told her, and you'll hold that story to be
    true if she asks you." It wasn't a question, or even a suggestion, I
    would tell the lie if asked.

    "I did inventory last week," she continued, putting her purse on the
    ground and laying the paddle beside me on the table. "And I found
    something strange...." She said with a dramatic pause. "Someone has
    been buying Pampers in Youth size at three in the morning. And baby
    wipes. And powder, pacifiers, toys. All sorts of baby things, except
    for those Youth diapers, which are for kids too old for pacifiers and
    plastic key rings. " As she spoke, she walked around the table, and me,
    finally positioning herself behind me. Before I could say anything she
    grabbed both of my pant legs and ripped my pants down, exposing my
    rubber pantied backside. "Do you have a medical condition that makes
    you wet yourself?" She asked as she carefully slid the rubber pants
    down to my ankles and had me step out of them.

    "No Auntie," I admitted, now standing, bent over the table in just a
    shirt and a very wet diaper.

    "I didn't think so. " She said, as she started to remove the tape tabs
    on one side of the diaper. "You are not incontinent, you are just a
    naughty little boy who still needs a mother's attention."

    "No, don't tell my Mom, Please!"

    "I'm not going to tell your Mother, she's too much of a prude to
    understand a naughty boy's needs." My Aunt replied, mirroring my
    thoughts, "But as your Aunt, Employer and Landlord, I have a
    responsibility to see that your needs are met." She untapped the other
    side of the brief and let the heavily wet diaper drop to the floor with
    a thud.

    "Let's see if you can count to fifty," my aunt announced taking the
    paddle in her hand.

    Chapter Three

    My ass was red and sore, and tears were still running down my face as I
    stood in the corner of the store, my nose touching where the two walls
    met. I had been there for almost an hour, but I knew better than to
    move without permission. My Aunt had gone up to my apartment after
    standing me in the corner. I didn't know what she was up to, but I knew
    it wasn't good.

    "Come with me." My aunt spoke firmly. I hadn't heard her come in, so I
    knew she had done so silently hoping to catch me out of the corner. I
    followed her up the back stairs to my apartment and into my bedroom.
    "On the bed" she instructed in that same I-mean-business tone.

    I lay on my bed, seeing the hospital restraints that my Aunt had
    attached to the bed, but pretended not to notice. Without a word, my
    Aunt took a diaper from my dresser (Where there hadn't been diapers
    before!) and brought it over to the bed. She unfolded it carefully and
    placed it on the bed between my legs. I lifted my butt slightly, and
    she slid the brief under me and carefully taped it in place.

    Neither of us said a word as she took my left arm and placed it in the
    restraints. She did the same with my right arm. And then bound my
    ankles to the bed as well. Out of nowhere she produced a baby bottle
    filled with formula and thrust the nipple between my lips. "Drink it,
    every drop!" She sat on the bed next to me, holding the bottle as I
    sipped away at the thick mixture. When the bottle was empty she opened
    my nightstand and pulled out a leather gag. "I'm sorry, but we carry
    restraints for our home care patients, the gag I had to get somewhere
    else." She said it with a smile, then slowly (so I could see it
    clearly) pushed the large penis-shaped gag into my mouth, and buckled
    the lather strap behind my head.

    She stood up and looked down at me diapered, bound and gagged,
    humiliated and scared. She leaned down and kissed me on the forehead.
    "Good Night you naughty little boy!" She said, and then left, turning
    the lights out.

    Chapter Four

    I woke up with bright sunlight coming in my windows. I looked over at
    my clock, it was almost eleven. I knew I had been drugged. I fell
    asleep quick and stayed asleep all night and morning. Even worse I had
    woken up in a wet diaper and badly needing to poop. I really didn't
    want to poop in my already wet diaper, but remembering how I had ended
    up in this position I understood that messing myself was expected of
    me. Reluctantly I let go and felt a warm mass push itself into the
    diaper, smearing across my backside. I started to cry.

    An hour later, at exactly noon, my Aunt came into the room carrying the
    paddle and another bottle. "Good Morning Naught Boy!" My Aunt said, as
    she released my arms and legs. She left the penis gag in place, which I
    felt bad about as my jaw was tired from being held open all this time.
    "On your tummy." My aunt ordered, and I did as she commanded.

    Much to my relief she peeled off my soiled diaper and carefully cleaned
    me with several baby wipes. She had me roll back on my back and gently
    cleaned my dick and balls, my penis quickly coming to attention, a
    situation she thankfully ignored. Back on my tummy again she ran one
    more wipe over my backside, making sure I was good and clean, then she
    took the gag out of my mouth and picked up the dreaded paddle again.
    "Bend over the bed, let's see if you can count to twenty-five."

    At one my Aunt had to go back down to the store. By that time I had
    been fed another bottle, put in a fresh diaper and had the penis gag
    back in my mouth. She didn't fully restrain me this time, but instead
    shackled one ankle to the bed, leaving me on a 10 foot lead, enough to
    allow me to move about my room, but not get to the kitchen, bathroom,
    or out of the apartment.

    Chapter Five - A New Customer

    By three that afternoon I had wet and messed my diaper again and was
    pacing around the room - as much as my restraint would allow me to -
    not wanting to lay in my own mess. I had assumed my Aunt would not
    return until five, the time when her day ended and mine began, so I was
    surprised when she entered my apartment shortly after three.

    "Lay down on your tummy, we need to get you cleaned up." Auntie
    instructed, and I immediately complied glad to be getting out of my
    cold messy diaper. My Aunt went straight to her work, wiping me clean
    and powdering me, then hastily applying a fresh diaper. Then she
    unshackled my ankle. "Get dressed and come down to the shop, right
    now!" She ordered and I hurried over to get my clothes as she left the
    room.

    "I'm sure he'll be right down." I heard my Aunt say as I came through
    the backroom. "Ah, there he is. Come over here Boy!" she said firmly in
    my direction. She was standing by the diapers, and I knew that wasn't
    good. Standing with her was a young woman about my age and an older
    lady who was clearly the younger girl's mother. Nervously I walked over
    to them.

    "These good people need some diapers for a naughty bedwetting boy," my
    Aunt explained, "And they want to know about these diapers here." She
    pointed at a pack of diapers that I knew very well.

    "Those are good." I shyly answered.

    "Don't be embarrassed, Boy," Auntie said sternly. "Tell these folks why
    you choose this brand!"

    "I... uh... well, this brand is more absorbent than the others we
    carry, and they fit more comfortably." I explained, feeling my face get
    hot.

    "More comfortable how?" The younger woman asked.

    "They, um... They are wider in the crotch so they fit guys better, and
    the material doesn't bunch up when you move around."

    "Why don't you show them what you mean?" Auntie suggested, causing the
    girl and her mother to smile. I hesitated trying to decide if she was
    serious or not, but then she made it clear that she was. "Do I need to
    fetch the paddle, Boy?"

    With trembling fingers I undid my built, unbuttoned my pants and
    lowered them down to my ankle. Auntie lifted my shirt up and ran her
    palm across the front as she spoke, "This diaper is cut perfectly for a
    young man's body. The waistline rides right below the belly button for
    full coverage; and as he said they fit snugly around the penis and
    testicles. Some of the cheaper brands aren't wide enough for boys so
    they end up leaking around the leg bands. They are also quite
    absorbent, this I can tell you as this boy here is a heavy wetter and
    they keep him dry."

    With that, my Aunt allowed me to redress myself, bringing my torture to
    an end. The ladies decided to go with the recommended diapers, which
    they purchased in a size that was definitely not for a child. I quietly
    worked on straightening the shelves as the ladies checked out at the
    register. "Thank you for the demonstration." I heard the older woman
    say, "It's nice to live in a town where the pharmacist understands a
    young man's needs." She added.

    "I could tell right away that your naughty boy had to be as old as
    mine. And THESE kind of boys need extra special attention."

    Chapter Six - One Hundred

    After the ladies left, my Aunt informed me that I wouldn't be working
    that night because my punishment wasn't over yet. She sent me back to
    my apartment with instructions not to try and use the toilet, because
    she could hear it if I flushed. I knew that to be true, and wouldn't
    dare defy her anyway.

    "Last one" My Aunt announced as she entered my apartment holding the
    dreaded paddle. It was just after nine, so I knew she had just closed
    the store. "After this you'll be forgiven for this diaper THING and
    will be allowed to act your age again.

    Auntie took my diaper off, which I had only wet this time, and cleaned
    me up with some baby wipes. Then she rolled me onto my stomach and tied
    my wrists and ankles to the bed like she had done the first night. She
    rested the cool wood paddle on my naked backside, and I knew it
    wouldn't stay cool long.

    "You need to remember this one, so let's see if you can count to a
    hundred."

    She made it take an hour, and made the last ten licks some of the
    hardest I had ever felt. I stood in the corner for a half hour sobbing
    as Auntie straightened my room for me. Finally, she said I could get
    dressed, and that we were done. I felt a rush of relief, but it was
    quickly replaced by fear. I felt the words leave my lips but couldn't
    stop them.... and didn't really want to.

    "But Auntie, what if I still want to wear diapers?"

    "You're telling me even after the spankings and messy diapers you still
    want to be a naughty diaper boy?"

    "Yes Ma'am."

    The second my Aunt heard me admit I wanted to stay a naughty diaper boy
    she grabbed my arm and pulled me over to the bed. She sat and pulled me
    down over her lap and began to paddle my already sore backside as hard
    as she could. After twenty licks, she stopped.

    "How about now? Do you still want to be naughty?"

    Sobbing too hard to speak I nodded yes, and the spanking continued.

    I took another two hundred licks, with only short breaks every so often
    where I would be made to say I was still a naughty boy. By the end, I
    was too worn out to fight, cry or do anything but take it. Finally, she
    let me up.

    "Very well. " was all she said. She got up silently, took a diaper from
    my dresser and pointed to the bed. I laid down and let her diaper me
    again. This time she didn't tie me up at all, just told me to go to bed
    and then she left.

    I felt terrible. I knew she was disappointed in me, and worried she'd
    fire me, or make me move out of the apartment. Or worse, tell my mother
    what had been going on. I found myself crying, laying in bed in just a
    diaper, feeling more like a baby than a naughty boy. It took me a long
    time to fall asleep.

    Chapter Seven - My New Mommy

    "Good Morning Boy." At the sound of her voice I sat straight up in bed.
    It was the girl from the day before, the one my age who had come in
    with her mother.

    "What are you doing here?" I asked, scrambling to cover myself with a
    sheet.

    "Your Aunt called my Mom last night, told her that you were still a
    naughty boy and needed a Mommy to take care of you."

    "But I thought your mom already diapers someone?" I asked, confused.

    "Yeah, she totally dominates my step-father, it's quite funny.... But I
    don't think you understand, Your Aunt gave you to ME. I'm your new
    Mommy."

    "I don't think..." I started to say.

    " I don't care what you think BOY." She said rudely. "I own you, and
    deep down you know that's EXACTLY what you want." I couldn't deny it.
    She ripped the sheet of me and grabbed the crotch of my diaper. "You're
    dry." She said matter-of-factly. "It's morning, you must need to pee."
    Nervously I admitted that I did. "Good. Stand up, face me and do it."
    Shaking like crazy, I got out of bed and stood in front of her. She
    watched me for a minute, than stood up and slapped me across the face.
    "I said I want you to piss in your diaper for me, right NOW!"

    I stood there frozen with fear, knowing I had to find a way to do it. I
    closed my eyes and pleaded with my body to relax. After a few moments,
    I felt my bladder release and a slow warm stream filled my diaper.
    "Keep going naughty boy." She complimented me, and stroked my now moist
    diaper bulge. "Very naughty boy." When I finished she stroked my soaked
    diaper for a moment as she explained things to me...

    "I'm going to make you a very happy boy, but you will also learn to do
    whatever Mommy tells you. I'm going to move in here with you so I can
    take care of you while allowing you to continue working for your Aunt.
    Both your Aunt and I can punish you at any time, and you WILL do
    exactly what either of us say. You will only pee in your diapers, but
    you may use the potty to make poo-poos unless you are being punished.
    Understand?"

    "Yes Mommy." I whispered as my body tightened in the first stages of an
    orgasm from her continued massage of my diapered penis.

    About a week later I was setting up a display in the store when a
    Mother came dragging behind her a boy of about twelve. "Excuse me
    Sharon, " She said to my Aunt, "can you show this 'child' how naughty
    boys are handled around here." I started walking toward the counter,
    knowing full well what was coming.

    "I certainly can." My Aunt answered looking down at the now frightened
    boy and then over at me. "Come here Boy!" She snapped at me and I
    quickened my pace. "You've been a naughty boy, haven't you?" She asked
    me. I nodded yes and looked down in shame. "It's time to correct that."

    'Correct' was a new code my Mommy had trained me with for the last
    week. So I immediately turned around, lowered my pants and diaper and
    bent over the counter. I heard the boy laugh and knew it was because I
    had wet the diaper earlier. My Aunt walked around the counter with the
    paddle in her hand, but walked past me and handed it to the boy. "See
    how heavy it is. It hurts very much when used on a naughty bottom, and
    yet THIS Boy (she patted my back) has been so well trained that he is
    ready to take a spanking at any given moment. Do YOU need that kind of
    training from your Mom?"

    "No!" The boy said worriedly.

    "I hope not!" Auntie replied and took the paddle back. "All Better!"
    Auntie said firmly, my cue to get up. I started to pull my diaper back
    up but she stopped me. "You can't put a wet diaper back on Boy, go up
    and see your Mommy." I stepped out of the diaper and my pants and
    marched bare-bottomed through the store and into the backroom to the
    stairs.

    The last thing I heard as I left was the boy's mother saying "Where can
    I get one of those paddles Sharon?"

    I went upstairs and presented the diaper and pants to Mommy, "Auntie
    told me to ask you to change me. " I said obediently.

    "Very good. Did she have to paddle you?" Mommy asked.

    "No Mommy, she had to give another demonstration."

    Mommy laughed as she reached for a fresh diaper and a tub of baby
    wipes. "You are such a good boy sometimes."