"I have to find a way out of here." Ben's thoughts raced. Who knew how long it would be until Silly Billy returned to torment him? Every step he took in the tickle boots was torturous, making him involuntarily spasm and laugh. Finally he decided it would be better just to sit down and keep from pressing his feet down onto the boots.

     Reluctantly he sat in his messy diaper, feet hanging in the air in front of him. He kicked his legs in response to the tickling, but found little relief. This position made him look even more babyish as the music played on around him. After a short while, Silly Billy descended into the room with a few ghost hands in tow.

     The hands were carrying trays with jars of baby food stacked neatly on them, and when Ben saw what was in store for him his stomach turned. 

     "I'm back!~" Silly Billy sang. "Looks like someone made stinkies while i was away. We'll get you cleaned up right after your num-nums. Up into your high chair you go!"

     A few more hands appeared and lifted him over to an awaiting seat, after which they strapped him in tightly. Wrist straps kept his hands out of the way. Once he was secured, the hands began unscrewing jars of baby food indiscriminately and dumping them all together in a large bowl. The mixture looked horrendous, but Ben knew that he wasn't getting out of eating it. 

     Silly Billy's TV face hovered in front of Ben, as the hands placed the high chair tray across Ben's lap. They set the bowl on his tray and gave him a fairly large spoon to eat with. He groaned, knowing better than to protest openly.

     "That looks yummy!" Said Silly Billy, taking up the spoon with one of his ghost hands. "Now say aah!"

     Ben reluctantly opened his mouth slightly, but this apparently wasn't to his captor's satisfaction. 

     "No, silly! Say it!" Silly Billy laughed. 

     "Aaah." Ben quickly corrected himself, though he tried to remain as monotone as possible.

     "That's better! Here comes the choo choo!"

     A huge spoonful of gloop made its way toward Ben's open mouth. As Ben took the food in his mouth, some of the excess ended up on his cheeks. The feeding continued, and he was forced to say 'Aah' with every bite. 

     After many, many spoonfuls, Ben noticed that his seat was vibrating. As he continued eating, the vibrations got stronger and some ghost hands even began to grope his diaper. Ben's penis was betraying him once again, and he humped against the touches despite himself. 

     Baby music blaring, face covered in food, feet being assaullted by tickles, and sitting in a full diaper. Ben was fully aware of the way he must have looked. The hands rubbing and groping grew faster and more intense the more he ate, and soon he was on the verge of climax.

     "Someone is close to making a sticky diaper... But only good little boys get to make stickies! You'll need to behave yourself if you want any sort of release..." Silly Billy teased. Ben sobbed and imagined what he would be forced to do just for an orgasm. The ghost hands kept him right on the edge of climax as Ben was fed his final bite of mush

     Silly Billy chimed in with praise. "What a good boy! He ate all his num-nums!" He didn't even notice that he finished the whole bowl of gloop, but the fullness in his stomach soon became apparent. The boy squirmed in his seat, trying to pull away from the tickling boots as the ghost hands wiped the mess off his face. All he could do was giggle to himself until he was finally taken out of the high chair and carried to the crib on the side of the room.

     Yet again he was tied down lying on his back without much room to even squirm. His mushy diaper on the forefront of his mind now, he grimaced as it squished against his backside. The ghost hands descended and began to untape his diaper. Before he could react, they started wiping off his privates, which tickled slightly, but not as bad as the boots. Adding to his frustration, they began to jerk him off as he laid on top of his open diaper.

     They went agonizingly slow, making sure that he was being edged over and over. Every time he was nearing climax, the hands would stop and tickle his tummy instead. After edging several times, Silly Billy intervened and began to explain, "Poor little boy... How bad do you want to make a silly sticky? Maybe if you say some extra special magic words for me, I'll let you!

     The boy groaned through his sexual haze as Silly Billy continued, "Can you say 'Please change my stinky diadee! I made big poopies!' ?"

     Ben couldn't believe his ears. His thoughts raced at whether the orgasm was worth such humiliation. As he contemplated, Silly Billy interrupted his train of thought, "Sorry kiddo! Time's up! No stickies for you today, but don't worry, I'll still change your little diadee!"

     "What!? Wait!" Ben managed to blurt out, before he was silenced by a huge pacifier gag. The ghost hands produced another diaper from under the crib as the old one was slid out from under Ben's bottom. He thrashed and pulled against the restraints, but to no avail. The ghost hands powdered and diapered him expertly, then have the front of his diaper a gentle pat. His still-hard penis throbbed at the teasing attention.

     After several minutes of trying to pull himself loose from his restraints, he resigned himself to laying in his crib. The tickling boots suddenly reduced their assault to simply rubbing his feet as the room's lights dimmed. The baby music faded into lullabyes and a thick heavy blanket was pulled over the boy as his penis began to go flaccid. He would have a restless sleep, waking occasionally to the sensation of his diaper being gently rubbed by the ghost hands. He'd always pop another boner and have trouble falling back asleep. He would even try to buck his hips to stimulate himself, but was too securely tied down to get much sensation.

     By the time his captor decided it was "morning", Ben had gotten some sleep but not much. What terrified him though, was that he had apparently pooped himself in his sleep. He groggily looked around, only to be met with the face of Silly Billy staring down at him. "Good morning little champ! *Sniff sniff* Smells like you just couldn't help yourself, huh?", the computerized voice called out. 

     Ben blushed bright red and tried to turn his face away, but as he did, the tickle boots sprung back to full power taking Ben by surprise. The initial shock was even enough for Ben to let out another wet fart into his mucky diaper. Silly Billy capitalized on the moment, "Awww... Poor little kiddo can't hold it! Does tickle time make you poopy? I think it does!" 

     As Silly Billy cooed and teased Ben, he began unstrapping the boy, and preparing another round of baby food. Once Ben had been fed, he was released into the room to toddle in his still-messy diaper and play with the basic toys strewn about the floor. He would use his diaper several more times during the day, and each time he did, he was 'rewarded' with an edging by the ghost hands. By the end of the day, his diaper was heavy from his wettings and messings, as well as some amount of precum; And as he was strapped into bed for the night, the ghost hands untaped his heavy diaper.

     Without being prompted, Ben exclaimed, 

     "PLEASE CHANGE MY STINKY DIADEE! I MADE BIG POOPIES!"

     The ghost hands swiftly fell upon Ben's awaiting boner, and gave him the very definition of a quickie. After being pent up and edged for so long, Ben didn't care as long as he could cum. He squirted a pathetic load into his unfolded dirty diaper and was promptly changed into a fresh diaper to sleep in.

     After a few days of this treatment, Benny would blurt out just about anything if it meant being able to cum after a long day of edging. Every time he would do so, Silly Billy would coo at him and praise him for being such a good boy, and Benny would soon come to associate pleasure with being a diaper boy. Soon though, his routine would give way to a new set of activities.