When last we left our *snicker* ‘hero’, he had just discovered that a poorly made deal had left him in spiked chastity and diapers. Worse, he only got a change once every four days, and had no planned release date for his little pecker. He just hoped his mommy would give him a chance to earn his cummies soon, because it had already been almost a month since he had blasted into his packed pamps while watching who he still thought of as his wife get pounded by perps over and over.

A month later and we find him lying on his back on his very own changing table, with a face full of surprise and worry, as he wasn’t due a change until tomorrow, and his triple diapers weren’t even… well, ok, they were soaked, but not really soaked through, and he definitely wasn’t messy yet!

That last part was on purpose. A couple weeks ago, he realized he could spend a lot less time messy if he held it in until his last day. This was the first time he had lasted this long though, because during the first few weeks, when he still thought being diaper bound wasn’t going to last more than a month, ‘Mommy’ had been putting laxatives in most of his food, “to help him get used to being messy”, and he was still getting his control back. He supposed after the first little while, she didn’t see the point in the lax anymore. He certainly was used to being messy now, at any rate.

 She hadn’t bothered with diuretics precisely, but she had insisted on “keeping baby hydrated”, which seemed to mean a bottle of baby formula every hour and a half, with four extra right before bed, “for the ones you’ll miss while asleep, of course!” He had stopped waking up when he inevitably wet the bed long ago. He need diapers for nights now, that was for sure, even if mommy let allowed him to stop wearing them today.

Then there was the extra bottle after each of mommy’s ‘adult playdates’. He tried to not notice how different those tasted from the others, or how mommy seemed to moan an awful lot while making them in the kitchen. He strained with all his might to tell himself she did go in the kitchen to make those, because there’s no way she could stand right in front of him, where he could smell her scent, and others, to make his baba. Besides they were always so warm, so she must have steeped them in hot water, right? And those white gooey splatters on his highchair tray were always there, too. Oh, who was he kidding, at this point, he had swallowed at least a hundred times more jizz than his wife ever had, back when she was his wife.

He would have asked her why he was on the changing table, but talking around the peeni-paci-gag she had him strapped in today was futile. He was pretty sure she could understand what he meant most of the time, sure, but she always acted like his words were nothing more than baby babble. It was designed to not even leave him that understandable, but this was a custom piece. Mommy had decided he deserved a paci molded from his own member, “to remind you what it’s like when it’s hard.” That was the only time she had let him out since that day, only to cover his cock in scolding hot wax. She had teased and tormented him to keep him hard while the wax cooled, so it had time to set properly. Then it was in the ice bucket, and back it the pink spiked chastity cage. But, as mommy had been so happy so point out while browsing the site they got the kit from, “Plus, this way, it’ll be sooo much easier to fit in your mouth than these ‘tiny’ sized one, which are still four inches. I guess they don’t expect even the biggest wimps would have anything to do with a one inch wee-wee. Oh, sorry, one and a quarter inch. I guess when you have so little, that last little bit is more important to you, huh? I never noticed it myself…”

Luckily, it seemed mommy was about to explain anyway. She started talking while she rolled a weird looking upright pole over to the table. “I notice you were a little constipated, honey, so I decided I’d help you out with a nice big enema! And as an extra special treat, when I mentioned it to my, aheh, ‘friends’ last night, they told me that it seemed to them you needed more ‘manly essence’.” *groan* “I told them I already fed you as much as I could, but then they told me a secret! They said that wouldn’t do any good, because it would dissolve before it could do anywhere useful.” It was here he started sucking vigorously on the copy of something that would probably never be sucked again. She paused for just a moment to smile at the adorable sight. “But if I could get it in you closer to the places that really need help, it might stand a chance!” Now he was full-on whimpering, and squirming, not enough to get mommy mad at him, but enough to look like a very wiggly baby, and to squish and squelch his enormous diaper. He had wondered why he hadn’t had to drink his ‘special’ bottle last night, and had naïvely hoped she had just forgotten about it, so he’d kept quiet himself, but now… “So, I took the ‘essence’ they so generously provided to help you grow big and strong, and I mixed it with oh, about half a bottle of castor oil, and put it all in here!” 

With that, she pulled into his view a red enema bag with the words ‘BABY’S BUBBLY BOOSTER” printed on it. As she started the process of pulling down his plastic ‘piddle pants’, undoing his triple diaper, and lubing up the enema nozzle, she continued, “Now since this enema is partly to help clear out your poor little tush, and partly to give you your nummy man goo, I’m going to have to plug you up to give the medicine time to work its magic, ok widdle guy?” He was barley keeping himself from screaming now! That much castor oil would make him start cramping almost right away, and she expected him to hold it in? Not to mention he was starting to come to terms with drinking cum, and yeah, it didn’t taste as bad as he would have thought, but having it in his ass?!? He wasn’t gay! This was too far! He started shaking his head ‘no’ so hard it seemed he might topple right off the table! “Now, now, none of that!” She said, her face turning stern. “Looks like we need the straps today. I haven’t had to use these in so long, I was so proud of you! But it looks like I’ve been spoiling you, if this is how you react to help!” With that she strapped down his arms, and bound his ankles to his calves, splayed out in the changing position, and secured to the table with just enough slack to still be able to lift his bum.

By now, she was ready to insert the nozzle, so she did, and not quite as tenderly as she had planned to before his little outburst. Still, she was careful not to actually hurt him, because she still hadn’t trained his pert little pucker, but today would be the first step of that. As soon as she was sure it was secure, without any more ceremony, she flipped open the enema tube, and watched as all of his squirming stopped all at once, him being completely distracted by this strange new sensation. 

She could see his tortured, tiny, tee-tee straining against the spikes of the cage, just like she expected. I had been almost two months since he had last come, after all, and this was the most direct stimulation he had gotten in that time, outside of when she took the mold.
 
“Now, while we wait for all that wonderful medicine work its way into you, we may as well change you while your diapies are already open. You’re always asking to be changed early, so I’m sure you won’t mind, even if it does mean all that saved up poopy ends up in your new diaper!” He had seemed lost in thought a moment ago, but now she had his full attention. “Oh, sorry, I mean all that constipated poopy, of course. You would never save up your poopy until you were about to be changed, so you wouldn’t be messy, would you? After all, I’ve told you so many times that good babys use their diapies whenever they need to go, and you’re a good baby, right? Silly me!” Feeling just a tiny bit merciful, she turned away before he could give any response, to save him the punishment for lying, as she was sure he was too terrified to cop to what he had been doing right now. Besides, at this point, any extra punishment would just distract from what she still had planned.

She turned away right as he started to shake his head no, he hadn’t been a bad baby. When she walked off from the table a bit though, he stopped, and just lay there, scared of what was coming next, but even more scared of making it worse. The enema was only about half empty, and the first of the cramps had already started hitting him. If he made mommy any more unhappy, she’d probably make him hold it even longer, and that was something he couldn’t even imagine enduring.  He knew his wi- mommy though, and he was sure this whole thing was just because he had been holding in his mess, just like she knew he had been. He sure wouldn’t be doing that anymore! In fact, if this is how she reacted to him staying clean, he might hold it in on the last day now, to make sure he could be messy within half a day of her putting a new diaper on! Anything was better than these cramps, and they were only getting worse! Not to mention the other part of this enema, but honestly, that wasn’t even bothering him right now. As gross as it was, he would rather have an entire enema of cum, if it meant not having that damn castor oil!

She reached out for the inflatable buttplug, and started lubing that, still out of sight. She had strapped three bullet vibrators to it, making sure she hadn’t restricted its ability to inflate. Soon, she could just use a vibrating plug, but for now, she really did need the inflatable kind, and she hadn’t been able to find any that vibrated on their own. Soon he’d be able to take the lager girth of regular plugs, or she could even just use a regular vibrator if it wasn’t trying to hold back a massive enema that desperately wanted out, but for now, she’d make due.

She had managed to get the new set of diapers under him while he was still zoned out, and had added an extra stuffer. Now she just had to wait a few more minutes for the enema bag to empty, and she took the opportunity to rub herself with the plug in her hand. It could use the extra lube anyway, right? But before she could get very far it was time for the next step. Oh, well, time for that later, while she was listening to him suffer through the baby monitor by his bed. She expected by the morning, his pillow would be as wet with tears as his diaper was with… well to many things to list, at this point.

The flow had stopped a moment ago, but he didn’t notice until he saw her walk over and squeeze the last few drops down the tube.  He saw she was keeping one of her hands behind her, and heard something dragging on the ground, neither of which could be anything good for him. “Good job, baby! You took all your medicine just like a big boy! Now, I’m about to pull out Mr. Nozzle, so I just need you to hold it in for a few seconds, ok? It’s ok if a teensy tiny bit comes out, it’ll just land in your diaper, but if too much comes out, Mr. Nozzle will have to plug up Ms. Leaky Lou aging while go get more medicine, so we can start over ok?”

Without waiting for an answer, she lifted the back of his diaper to catch any spurts right as she was taking out the nozzle, and it was a good thing she did. This was the shorted lived clean diaper yet, and later it probably be the messiest, but not yet! As soon as the nozzle was out of the way, she slid the plug in as fast as she could, and started pumping. She smirked at his cute little gasp as it when in, and couldn’t help but snicker at his moan as it started inflating. There wasn’t much point in verbally teasing him at this point, he was so lost in the pain and concentration of holding in the enema until she had the plug inflated enough that he probably wouldn’t have herd her anyway. So, she just listened to him, squeak, and squirm, and whimper, and moan, and ah, there was the first of many sobs, and congratulated herself on the foresight to hide a camera and microphone in a position to catch all of this.

He was broken from his daze by her tongue invading his mouth as she kissed him deeply. That made him aware of a particular squeezing pain that had mostly been in the background until now. Ohh, how he desperately needed release, in more ways than one! As she crawled back off of him, he could see she had already taped up his new diapers, and even undone his leg restraints so she could get his plastic pants back on as well.

 “Ahh, you did so well poopy pamps! You will be Mr. Poopy pamps from now on, right? You’ve learned your lesson, no more holding it in, ever?” He started to nod his head, then realized she must have removed the gag to kiss him, so he answered instead. “YES MOMMY! Please, please let me be a poopy pamps right now! Oh, please please please please please pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplea-“ 

“Oh, you silly billy,” She said, bopping his nose to stop his begging, “You still need to absorb the medicine, remember? Now, come along, I’ll strap you into bed so you’ll be more comfortable, and then I’ve got two more surprises for you.” He couldn’t help but groan at that. The last thing he needed was more surprises today! He hoped it would sound like all the other groans he was making from the cramps though, because he sure wasn’t going to do anything to upset her now, when this ordeal was almost over. As he went to get up, cramps from moving caused him to crumple to the ground, and the best he could manage was a crawl to follow mommy. As he did, he noticed a think cord, with three smaller wires bundled to it sticking out of one of his legholes. When Mommy saw him looking at it, she remarked, as she strapped him into bed, good to her word, “Oh, those are to control Mr. Buzz Butt! You’ll find out why he’s called that in a minute, as that’s the second surprise. But first things first! You finally got what you kept asking me for, an early diaper change, although I see you’ve already wet this one. Oh, you hadn’t noticed? That’s so cute, it was when I kissed you. I guess you could say you flushed in more ways than one, huh? But anyway, so we don’t have to change all the change dates on the calendar, I’ve decided to just keep your next change day the same as it would have been, so five days from now.

Well, if you’re good that is. See, your little pee spout looked way more excited than I think it should have been today, and I think I even saw a bit of pre-cum come out while I was inflating Mr. Buzz Butt. Just because we’re trying to make little dinky grow bigger with this medicine, doesn’t mean he gets to spurt without permission. So the first surprise is, as a new rule, if you ever cum, you have to yell out that you’re cumming, and what made you cum, so we can fix the problem. And if you’re such a naughty, naughty baby that you spurt more than once, you must keep count, and shout out how many times you’ve cum, so that you can tell me how much you deserve to be punished.”

“Now, for each time you cum, not only will you earn 10 spankings, we’ll push back when you next get changed by a day.  Of course, since we already decided you don’t get changes on off-schedule days, if we get to the day you would get a change because you came at some point, and it’s not a normal change day, we’ll just wait till the next normal day gets here. Assuming, of course, you don’t end up coming again!”

“Now, it’s finally time for your second surprise! To help stir up the medicine so it works even better, Mr. Buzz Butt has a very special feature.” Now she reached down, and flipped on all three vibe switches at once. *CLIC-* “Cumming! I’m cumming from Mr. Buzzy stirring up the jizz in my ass! Owwwww, it all hurts so much!!!”

“Hmm, it looks like taking your medicine analy works better after all. I think we’ll start feeding you all your ‘special’ milk this way then. You’ll have to thank those nice men who suggested it! Maybe they’ll even deliver it straight from the source, I’m sure that will work even better!”

“Cumming again! Came twice! I’m cumming from imagining the humiliation of getting fucked in the ass by a stud!” *sobs*

“I’m sure we can make that happen sweetie.” She now leans down to kiss his forehead. “I’m going to go take care of mommy things now, so make sure to keep count. You’ll get your spankings once I take the plug out.”

*pant, pant* “Pl-plug out? Poopy!”

She turns back a moment, “Oh, didn’t I say? I’ll come take the plug out once the batteries die. Have fun until then!”

Then, barely audible over his panting and moaning, from just past the door, “Well, if I don’t forget, anyway…”