Date: Fri, 22 Nov 2013 03:52:21 -0600 From: Devin Fox Subject: Baby Boy Damien (scat) Thank you for taking the time to read my story. Baby Boy Damien includes raunch, scat, urination, diapers, and AB/DLs. If this content is illegal in your country or you are not of the legal age to read pornographic materials, please go read Animal Farm or something. Lol. This is a story between two willing diaper-lovers who develop a daddy-son relationship. If you have any questions/comments/snide remarks, please feel free to email me at devinfox20@gmail.com. Thanks for reading. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- I was embarrassed beyond all belief. I could see the open stores breezing by my vision on either side. It was supposed to be a good day. Daddy had decided to take the day off and take me to the outdoor mall across town. It was supposed to be a special treat for the both of us. He bought me a coffee and got himself an iced tea at the coffee shop before we had even looked at any stores, in hopes to keep our attention on the tasks at hand. But no, I had been a bad boy. A naughty, naughty boy. Daddy was walking slowly behind me, a cross-over bag pushing against the rippling muscles underneath his plaid shirt. I could only look at him for a split-second before becoming embarrassed. It was obvious he was upset with me. "Turn right here, Damien," Daddy ordered, and I pushed through a heavy metal door into a long, well-lit corridor. "I'm sorry," I mumbled under my breath, as I felt him pick up his pace to match mine. "I just don't understand why you didn't tell me." He immediately came to a halt at a family bathroom, the kind that is meant for parents to change their kids in private. Knocking twice, he paused, looking back at me. He fumbled through his cross-over before pushing through the door. It was a small room, around 6'-6'. There was a small, porcelain toilet in one corner, a sink, and then the changing table. "Get up." I sighed and did as Daddy told, hopping up onto the changing table. He placed his bag on top of the toilet and fumbled through it some more. "You promised you'd be good today. I even let you get a coffee." The disappointment in Daddy's voice made my heart skip a beat. "I'm sorry." I sounded like a broken record. "Sorry doesn't fix anything." He turned around, holding a pink box of baby wipes and a thick diaper, folded neatly. Daddy approached me and directed me to lay down on my back. My heart sank. Why a diaper? "You said you could handle being in your big boy Underoos today, Damien. And you lied. Now we're back at square one, so you have to pay the price. Little boys don't get to wear big boy underwear." Daddy began to unbutton my pants. With a little effort he wriggled them off of my legs. The stench that enveloped the room made me even more embarrassed. "Sorry, Daddy." But Daddy ignored me. I was wearing a pair of red and blue briefs, though they were a variety of colors today. I had wet them in the car ride and didn't want Daddy to know, so I didn't say anything. The poo, however, came later. While we were walking my stomach started growling, and I couldn't hold it in. Daddy pulled me to the edge of the changing table and flipped me over. Still in my Underoos, Daddy began to spank me. Once was fine, twice felt okay, but by the third time I moaned in pain. My boy cock was twitching in my wet and stinky undies. Several more times passed, and with each smack on my butt I could feel the stinky poo smearing onto my already covered cheeks. I was almost in tears, curling my toes and fingers with every whack, until Daddy finally stopped. I could feel the warmth of my poo on my sides and against my balls, it had spread so much. While the spankings and punishments were painful, my cock was standing on end. And I could tell from the tenting of Daddy's jeans that his was, too. I still felt humiliated for letting down Daddy, which seemed to proceed the pain from my butt. We'd had steak and bread and pasta the night before, and I wanted so badly to prove to Daddy that I was a big boy. I held both of my legs up in the air while he began to pull off my dirty, poo-filled undies. The entire back half was caked in strong smelling poo, and the front was even more soaked on the inside than the out. Daddy carelessly threw them into the trash can, which made me want to cry. He opened the fresh box of baby wipes and slowly began to wipe the poo that caked my round, tight butt cheeks. It took a good few, due to the combined large meal and spankings, but the job was eventually done. I wanted to stand up, but Daddy kept me on the changing table. "We'll talk more about this when we get home. But you're not done yet." He then proceeded to throw away my jeans. My favorite pair. I was so mad. How was I supposed to go out in public now? Daddy laid me back down on the changing table, lifted up my legs, and began to fasten the thick diaper under and around me. When I was secured in my nappy, he let me hope down. "You can keep your big boy shoes on until we get home. And as for that..." Daddy pointed and looked down at my stiff and erect cock, "little babies don't get boners." I knew what that meant, and I knew what was coming. I felt ridiculous as we closed the door on the family bathroom. Our car was at least two blocks away, and I was in an Abercrombie t-shirt, a diaper, and some Sperry's. Daddy grabbed me by the arm and pulled me out into the public, and I felt my face turning red as we brushed past families, children, and people my age until we got to his car. Thankfully, Daddy let me sit in the front seat like a big boy, but I didn't know how long that would last. The car ride was quiet, but my cock was still twitching. While I complained and felt embarrassed and humiliated by Daddy, I was so turned on I couldn't even move. And I knew he was, too. We have had this relationship together for a couple of months. We had met on a scatlovers website, with him looking to train inexperienced young pigs, and we immediately hit it off. As time has gone by, it has turned more into a father-son relationship and I've been confined to doing whatever he wants me to do. He is in charge of me, my body, and my bowels. I've been staying with him at his place, and we've been splitting the rent and the utilities together. That's the only thing that makes me feel like a big kid. The rest is up to him. We made it back to the house and walked inside. Daddy took me in to our bedroom and I watched in horror as he began to cut up my big boy undies, my pants, my shorts, and any other big boy clothes I had and throw them into a big garbage bag on the floor. "You act like a little boy, you're gonna be treated like a little boy. Understand?" Tears were rolling down my cheeks. All of my expensive Hollister, Abercrombie, and American Eagle clothes. Gone. Daddy then went into the bathroom closet and began to dig through. He came back with a huge stack of diapers, a pacifier, and my old bottle, and placed it all in my wardrobe where all of my big boy clothes had been. Daddy came over to me and began to take off my shirt. He motioned for me to take off my shoes, which I obliged to. "I think it's time for you to take a nap. Daddy has some work to do." I nodded, and Daddy pulled me over to the bed. At least I was still getting to sleep in the big bed, I thought. Only in my fresh diaper, I snuggled under the covers. Daddy brought me my favorite toy, a blue dragon plush doll that I call Fireball, and placed it up against my chin. I closed my eyes and began to drift off into sleep.