Date: Sat, 11 Aug 2007 18:28:56 -0700 (PDT) From: Tony Myers Subject: Training my Diaper Bitch - Chapter 3 Warning: This story contains scenes of spankings, diapers, shaving and non-consensual sex. If such subjects are offensive, uninteresting to you or if you are a minor in your country of residence please leave now. I would also advise you that one should practice safe sex at all times and not be careless like my fictional characters. This work is copyrighted by the author and commercial use is prohibited without a written permission. Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete and if including the copyright notice. As the author I would appreciate your comments -- pro and con, including constructive criticism, suggestions or maybe just a short note if you find this story worthy to be continued. Personal comment: Thank you guys for the feedback I received so far. I'm glad you like the story and I really appreciate you reading it. But there is something I have to tell you all: -I'm not a CEO - I freelance -I can't afford to hire an assistant - yet -I don't have a best friend who is a doctor - mine is a printer I hope you will find it in your hearts to forgive me for having these flaws. *************************************** Chapter 3 When I reached my office, Marcy told me that Mr. Walker was already inside waiting for me. I tried to brace myself for seeing him the first time. My boy was just behind that door, innocently waiting for me, not knowing that within the next couple of weeks he would be permanently bound to me, deprived of all rights, his body controlled by me, wearing diapers for my amusement and being trained to use his mouth, prick and ass as I saw fit. He was going to be turned into my version of the perfect diapered slut-boy. I opened the door and walked in: "I'm sorry to make you wait Mr. Walker, I was held up by a business partner. I hope you will forgive me for being late." I stopped right in front of him, drinking in his beautiful smile on his pretty face. "Thank you for giving me this interview, Mr. Townsend. I really appreciate you taking the time to talk to me." Again he flashed me a beautiful smile, which belied the waves of displeasure he emitted. This was perfect. He was upset that I had made him wait for me. I smiled to myself, thinking that his attitude would be changed soon. We spent the next 20 minutes talking about his studies, his recommendations, while I was secretly keeping an eye on my watch. Matt had told me, that the effect would be greater if he was to stand up, when the drug hit him. I repeatedly urged him to drink, voicing my concern of him getting a dry throat from having to talk so much about himself. 50 Minutes into the treatment, I saw a flicker of unease in his eyes. That was the moment I was waiting for. "Would you like a tour of the offices, Mr. Walker? I think that would offer us a nice break and you could see your new work place?" I smiled at his confused look, which immediately changed into a haughty stare that showed his true nature. "I would love to see the offices, Mr. Townsend. In a position like mine, one has to know where all the underlings are located at." He laughed like he had just made a joke and all I could think of was the pending purging of his intestines. "Well, if you would follow me?" I got up in one elegant move and started around my table when he started to rise of the chair. The moment he straightened himself it happened. All that could be heard was the sound of his bowel movement and an involuntarily grunt. A large wet spot appeared on the front of his suit pants which he automatically tried to cover with his hands. Totally terrified and panicked he just looked at me without saying a word. Richard looked down at his piss-stained, soiled suit, clearly feeling mortified and embarrassed. I was sure he felt like a little boy - a kid who had wet himself, who had no control over his own 'little wee-wee'. He was humiliated, and dumbfounded about how he had allowed it this to happen. I could see that his mind was spinning, trying to think up an excuse, or to place blame, or to curse, or to apologize - but at this point I decided to save my little boy. I smiled at him kindly and pretended to be just as shocked about his accident as he was. "Oh my God, look at you, Mr. Walker. Did you just do what I think you did?" I moved closer to him and showed him with a grimace of my face that I could clearly smell the outcome of his. "I....me.....Mr. Townsend..... I don't know what happened...." He looked like he was about to cry. His face was a deep red and he was stuttering. It seemed like he was ready to bolt out of my office. "You better don't move around now, Mr. Walker, maybe I should call my secretary to help us take care of your... problem." He just looked at me like a lost little boy and right then I knew I had made the perfect choice. Behind this façade of the arrogant up-start was a little boy looking for guidance and rules and I was the one that would provide him with the right strictures and boundaries. "Please no, don't...... this is......" "Okay then, no secretary. I guess I should get a towel or something for you." I went into the bathroom and got a towel. "Do you have a medical condition I should know off, Mr. Walker?" "I've never..... I mean....oh my god..." He still wasn't able to form a complete sentence. Things were really looking good. He tried to hold himself completely still, as if this would make him disappear. "Well, if you don't know, you should probably get some help with that. I've heard that things like that can happen. My best friend is an urologist; he told me a lot of stuff that I would have thought impossible. But obviously they happen more often than we would think. Do you want me to call him here? His practice is only 2 floors down. He could be here in a moment. Maybe he can tell you what just happened." "Oh yes, please. I don't know how this happened. I have no explanation for it. I'm so sorry, Sir. Please don't tell anyone. I..." I already picked up the phone and started dialing. "Matt? Is that you...Great. Listen, I have a visitor with a problem up here, he just lost control of his bladder, could you come up here? He is really upset and I worry about him. Yes.......... Yes........I will ask. Just a sec." I turned to my little boy. "He needs to know if you only peed on yourself, or was there anything else he should know?" I never would have thought that he could turn an even deeper red color, but he did. "I....it......I......no......" "Tell me Mr. Walker, so I can tell the Doctor. He needs to know that." "I also soiled my pants." "You..... Oh. Okay. Matt, he peed on himself and also pooped in his pants.....All right, we're waiting for you. Thanks." "See, everything will be taken care of. Matt Jackson is the best there is. He will be able to help you." My pet started to move uncomfortably, so I told him he could already start taking of his shoes and pants. I went to the door to make sure Marcy wouldn't come in to announce Matt's arrival and just when I opened it, I saw Matt wheeling in his chair, trying hard not to let anybody see the smile on his face.. "Ah, here you are Matt, come right in... Marcy, we are not to be disturbed until you hear from me. Thank you." I closed the door right after Matt and locked it. Matt rolled the chair to the position I showed him this morning which would provide us with the best camera-angle possible. He turned to my boy and introduced himself: "Hello, I'm Dr. Jackson. Now would you tell me in detail what happened to you, while you take of your soiled clothes? Peter, take some of these wipes and help Mr. Walker clean himself for the exam." "I don't know what happened. I talked to Mr. Townsend about my application and when I got up from my chair, it just came out." Embarrassed he tried to squirm away from my hands that had started to clean the mess off his magnificent ass. "Is there a known history of incontinence in your family?" "No, of course not." "Don't sound so upset Mr. Walker that could have been a perfectly logical explanation for the sudden expulsion of urine and feces. Now, if you are cleaned up a bit, I want you to get on the chair. Peter, help me with the straps." Matt helped my little Baby up on the chair and started to fasten the straps over his thighs and ankles. "Is this necessary?" Richard asked in an almost fearful voice. "What? The exam? Of course it is necessary. How else am I supposed to find out what is wrong with you?" When the boy was finally secured in the chair, he started to open his bag and took out various instruments and a tray and asked me to hold them for him. He started moving the stirrups to the side, exposing my new treasure in all its glory. My little slut had a nice sized cut penis that was nestled in a thick patch of blond pubic hair. I almost felt sorry thinking that he soon would be permanently denuded from the chin down. A Baby has no need of body hair - that would only interfere with the care it required. His ball sack was long and his nuts were heavy looking and I almost started salivating just from looking at them. Stretching them to my required length should be possible within a rather short time, seeing how big he already was. Matt started poking and prodding the toned muscles of his stomach, I would have to make sure to keep him in shape. He was perfectly sculpted, his muscles clearly defined and his ass was just to die for. I would love giving him his spankings, watching this athletic butt turning a delicious red for me and hearing his pleas to stop. "Could it be that this was only a stress-induced incontinence, Mr. Walker? Without a more in-depth examination that I can't do here, I would say that I give you something that should stop the bowel movement within the next two hours. If it doesn't stop you must come to see me, first thing tomorrow morning. How does that sound?" Matt smiled at my little pet comfortingly and petted his belly. "Yes, whatever helps, just make this stop, please?" His voice sounded wonderfully desperate. Matt got out more baby wipes and started to meticulously clean my Baby's crotch and finally turning towards me he pulled out a pencil thin device which he then inserted in his exposed hole. "I'm giving you a couple of suppositories that will help and also two different types of tablets that you will have to take every two hours." He shoved the thin tube as far into his ass as possible depositing the first suppository. It was an extremely effective laxative that would ensure my Baby's continued shitting in his diapers. Baby was squirming and trying to get away from the intruding instrument; his ass clearly never had been breached before by anything. I would so love to open it, make him constantly aware of this part of his body that from now on would only exist for pleasure, to be used and abused as I wanted. And soon I would open it. He shoved the other two laxatives into his ass and then finally pulled out the one thing from his bag that Baby would forever hate the most - a thick padded adult diaper and booster pads. He had told me that in order to make sure that the diaper would be clearly visible he only used Abena Abri Form briefs with 4 to 5 booster pads inserted to prevent leaking. It would also force my Baby walk in a wide stanced swagger, a closing of his legs would not be possible with a large bulk like that between his thighs. "No, shit... you can't be serious, you are not putting that...that thing on me." Baby started to pull on his restraints to get himself free. "Mr. Walker! Calm down. This is only a preventive measure. You don't really want to soil yourself all over again, do you? I strongly advice you to use this diaper for the next couple of hours. I will also give you a spare one for emergencies. Do not take this incident too lightly. You could have a serious condition, you know?" Subdued my pet calmed himself down and let Matt put oil and powder on his crotch, he didn't even complain when the back rest of the chair was lowered and the seat rose up higher. Matt let the seat of the chair drop away so Richard's ass was hanging free, his cheeks stretched as far as possible and then he started to thoroughly oil his ass crack and used a large amount of powder on him to make him feel even more uncomfortable. "Peter, could you diaper him up for me? I have oil all over my hands I have to go wash them first." "Sure, just use my bathroom, Matt." I took the diaper and put it under his butt, inserted the booster pads on top of each other and then started to fasten the extremely bulky diaper around my boy. Matt came back and we brought the chair back into a normal position and opened the straps. "I think I got a pair of jogging pants, that you can wear Mr. Walker." With that I went to one of my closets and took out a rather tight pair of sweat-pants that would show off the bulk around his middle. I made him step into it and told him that I would take him directly to the garage to take him home. Matt filled a bag with another diaper, some pads and plastic bottles to take home with him, packed up his stuff and started to move the chair towards the door. "Mr. Walker, if your condition doesn't get better I really need to see you tomorrow to examine you more thoroughly. Peter, make sure he comes to my office at 8 if that is the case. Good bye Mr. Walker, I do hope I will not have to see tomorrow, but rather meet you again under more pleasant circumstances." And with that he wheeled out my office. I turned back to my pet and seeing him there, standing in the middle of my office wearing a bulky diaper that crinkled with every move he made, gave me a major hard-on. "Come on, my boy, I'll take you home. You already know you got the job, so right now there is nothing you have to worry about, just concentrate on getting better. I'll take care of it. I want you to call me tonight to let me know how you are doing. If it's not going to stop by tomorrow morning, I'll send somebody over to help you get ready for the doctor's appointment." I took a coat and put it over his shoulders and hurried him downstairs to my car to take him home. It was hard to stay calm when I knew what kind of entertainment was waiting for me tonight.