Date: Sun, 19 Aug 2007 20:23:30 -0700 (PDT) From: Tony Myers Subject: Training my Diaper Bitch - Part 8 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. *************************** Chapter 8 Today would be day. I couldn't believe it. The last two weeks had been pure hell for me, not being able to see my Baby. Matt had only called me twice to let me know that things were progressing as planned, but he never went into detail. If I didn't know it before I knew it now: My best friend was sick sadistic bastard. He wouldn't even give me a hint, just telling me that soon everything would be as I wanted. I knew roughly how the treatment was set up but it was hard to stay away, to deny myself the pleasure of watching my pet receiving it. Matt had gone through the details of the treatment beforehand, so at least I could try to imagine how it would go. My Baby would be kept anesthetized for the duration of his stay, keeping him immobilized to speed up the healing. On the first day his body would be denuded, his scrotum would be hooked up to a saline IV to enlarge it and he would receive the first injections with a specially formulated compound that would induce an inflammation of his balls making them swell up. This would be kept up for a week to make the swelling permanent, the IV was necessary to enlarge his sac for the new size testicles it had to house. To help the process along he would be hooked up to a ball- stretcher which would have caused my pet immense pain, had he not been knocked out. At the same time a dilation device was deeply inserted into his dick to prepare him for the tubing he would need. The wand would be installed now, the piercing that was necessary healed, and the tip of his shaft sporting a nice large ring to hold the device in him. It was hooked up to a micro-battery Matt had implanted that would provide a nice current that would keep my pet hard and dripping all the time. The other two piercings in his ass- crack were also healed and would provide Baby with widely stretched ass-checks as they were placed just above and under his hole. They prevented the clenching of his cheeks and would keep him wonderfully exposed. Another piece of art would be his tits. Yes, you heard right. My Baby had received a hormone treatment that had resulted in two small lactating soft mounds on top of his muscled chest. Decorated with two nice-sized rings going through the tip of his now one inch nipples they would be a pleasure to play with - but this would be saved for later. Thinking about taking him out to buy a training-bra and a breast-pump made me shudder with excitement. I really wanted my Baby home with me now. I was about to start chewing my nails when finally the phone rang. "Matt?" I practically yelled into the phone. "Well, somebody is sure impatient today. How have you been, Peter?" "Cut the crap. Can he be picked up now?" "Yes, he is waking up now and by the time you get here I will have finished talking to him about the treatment." I almost didn't hear the last few words; I was already gathering my stuff and ran out of the door. "Marcy, I'll be gone now, you know where to reach me. Take good care of Charles and call me if you need help." The door slammed shut behind me and I hurried to my car, anxious to finally take my Baby home. "Welcome back, Mr. Walker, how do you feel?" Matt was gently smiling down at my pet and checking his pulse. "I feel a bit strange, Dr. Jackson." He blinked a couple of times trying to clear his head. "Albert will be here with your breakfast in a minute. While you eat I would like to go over a couple of things regarding the treatment. Do you feel up to that?" "I will as soon as I had a cup of coffee helping me to wake up." He tried to get himself up in sitting position, but somehow he couldn't. "Stay down, Mr. Walker. You are still strapped down to prevent you from hurting yourself. Baby looked down his body and saw his legs bend at the knees, strapped into stirrups, the lower half of his body covered by a sheet. "You will be released into Mr. Townsend's care today. I want you to know that over the last few days he did everything necessary to prepare his house for you. Albert will be staying with you to give you necessary care and training. And of course, I will be checking on you regularly." The door opened and Albert came in carrying a tray with baby-bottles on them. "Good to see you awake, young man. I brought your breakfast." He took one of the bottles and showed it to Baby. "Ready for some coffee? I used these bottles because it will be easier for you drinking while still lying down." The big male nurse shoved the soft nipple between his lips and tilted the bottle up. Too surprised to say anything, Baby just started sucking; his mouth had a real dry feel so he sucked rather greedily. "That's a good boy, empty that bottle for me, I got more for you." Albert crooned over him like a mother. Meanwhile Matt had moved to the lower part of the bed and started to examine Baby's crotch. "This looks all very good down here, Albert, as soon as you're done feeding him, you can diaper him up. Make sure you use enough of the pads, after a couple of days in bed the expulsion should be really large. And make sure to open the catheter before you tape him." "Well Mr. Walker, I'm really happy about the results. If you stick closely to the program I think your chances are good to regain control of your muscles." Baby was already sucking down his second bottle, this time filled with a formula that they had used to feed him for the last two weeks. Of course it was heavily laced with the laxative/diuretic mix to make sure he would have fun on the ride home. "I will give you some suppositories; it will make things a bit easier for you. We don't want you to get constipated, do we?" With that he bent down to his crotch and pushed three suppositories for extreme constipation deep into his ass. "Albert, please make sure that he finishes all the bottles, we can't have Mr. Walker go hungry. I will go now and see if Mr. Townsend has already arrived." By now, Baby felt bloated and needed to pee badly. "Albert, I need to piss. Really bad." "You need to finish your breakfast first, as soon as you're done, I'll drain you, alright?" He ignored the discomfort showing on Baby's face and started to feed him the next bottle. My pet was so busy sucking on his bottle; he didn't even see me coming in. "Hello my friend, how are you?" I stayed in the open door drinking in the sight of him once more. Sucking on a baby-bottle, legs spread wide, his crotch exposed in all of its nude glory, the metal tip of his polished insert pointing at me, his large sac resting on the flat surface of the mattress. His balls had the size of ripe plums and were positioned low in his scrotum. "Here let me do this, Albert, you can get him finished so that we can leave." I walked slowly over to him and took the bottle out of Albert's hand. I gently petted Baby's hair and smiled at him. "Ready to go home?" He flashed me a small smile, sucking desperately. He wanted to relieve his bladder. I gently pulled the empty bottle out of the moist cavern of his mouth. "I really need to piss badly." I knew he was. "Just one more. Albert will have you diapered up in no time and then you can go." I gave him his last bottle while Albert got down between his legs and started to stack the pads into a thick diaper, oiled and powdered him and then opened the valve on the catheter before he taped the bulky contraption shut. He loosened the straps on the stirrups and briskly massaged my pet's legs who had closed his eyes in bliss as he felt the piss drain into the diaper. That was the reaction I wanted each time he was allowed to pee. I watched as Albert got out a pair of pink pull-up Olga-Diapers which added considerably to the bulk around my Baby's waist. We had decided to use these as an additional protection against leaking and they would prevent Baby from wearing anything over it. They were originally made for older ladies suffering from incontinence, but we would use them because they were made of five layers of thick flannel and if used overnight, a six-inch wide and two-inch thick inflexible pad made of absorbent materials could be inserted into the crotch, making sure the wearer had to keep his legs spread. During the day we would leave the pad out, although if Baby misbehaved I would take him out in public while wearing one. It would give him that typical wide-stanced swagger of a toddler. Albert and I helped him to stand up for the first time in two weeks. He was a bit wobbly on his feet and slightly swayed against me. "My penis feels so heavy," he tried to rub his hands over his crotch. "And my ass feels like it's being pushed apart. Why is that?" "You are not to touch yourself there that would interfere with the treatment, just walk carefully." Albert guided his hand away from his groin. I was glad to hear that even diapered up he was aware of something being different. I couldn't wait for his reaction when we started with the electric stimulation. Just thinking about it, made me want to take the remote-control unit Matt had given me out of my pocket and start having fun. "That is the tubing Dr. Jackson put in. You need this to reactivate your muscle-control." I held him pressed against me, while Albert went to get a t-shirt and a robe for him. With my help we had him dressed in no time and left the room. Baby was still very docile and pliable due to the drugs that were still in his system. The effect should wear off within the next few hours and he would be acutely aware of the on-goings again. We stopped at Matt's office to tell him that we were leaving and to sign the release forms. "Mr. Walker, I have an outline of your further treatment prepared that I want you to read when you're home. It explains why some things that will seem weird to you will have to be done. Well, if anything comes up, give me a call. I hope that together we will get you well again." Albert took a large bag that Matt gave him while Baby and I were saying our good-byes. I didn't know what was in there and would have liked to asked, but decided it would be better to wait until we got home. "Peter, make sure he starts getting the protein-mix soon, he'll need it at least three times a day right after he is cleaned out. I packed some meds for you, Nurse Albert knows when and how to use them." Matt pointed to the bag and smiled. We walked to my car and made Baby sit in the back, while Albert got in the front passenger seat. I was barely out of the driveway when Baby started to squirm. "What's wrong, Mr. Walker?" Albert turned around to look at him. "I have a funny feeling in my stomach. It feels really strange..." he couldn't even end the sentence when the tell-tale sounds of bowel-movement could be heard. "Oh my god, I'm sorry.... I had hoped it wouldn't happen again..." His face was crimson and he grimaced a little as he obviously tried to stop himself from shitting in his diaper. "Take off your robe and put it under you on the seat. Don't try to hold it in, it all needs to come out." I stopped at a gas-station and got out of the car. I opened the back-door, making sure that the passing traffic would have a clear view of the back-seat. Bending over my pet, I arranged him lying down on the back-seat, with one leg on the rear window shelf and the other on top of the back of my driver's seat. "You better stay like this; it will make it easier for you to fill that diaper. As soon as we're home, you're getting a shower and a nappy change." I could tell that he didn't like my choice of words, but in his situation there really wasn't much he could do about. It was rather nice watching him swallowing down whatever remark he would have liked to make. I got back behind the wheel and continued our drive home. It felt great seeing him in such discomfort, his nicely tanned body stuck in a bulky pink diaper, his legs obscenely spread and in good view for every car passing us. I decided to prolong his suffering by taking a long detour, just because it was so great watching him trying to bury his face with cheeks burning into the backseat. ***************************** As always: read,enjoy - comment. Thanks!