(all characters above 18)😏i know much of you will googoo on this one 😛 inspiration comes from now defunct "hubbies..com" art (thank you Susan Flannery) on this précise scene. The story is however mine. Enjoy!
Margaret had read every disgusting word in her son’s journal. The detailed plans to take Emily to prom, get her drunk, and “fuck her raw like a cheap whore,” to “pump her full until she’s leaking my cum all night.” The arrogance. The disrespect. The attitude.
Punishment was no longer optional. It was total.
The afternoon before prom, she dragged her protesting, muscular 19-year-old son into his newly converted nursery. The room smelled of baby powder and baby lotion. A large crib with locking rails dominated one wall. The changing table was stocked like a professional nursery: stacks of extra-thick terry cloth diapers, boosters, plastic pants, pins, creams, and lubricants.
“Strip,” Mommy ordered coldly.
When he hesitated, she slapped his bare ass hard and yanked his clothes off herself. Naked and furious, he was lifted onto the changing table like an oversized toddler. Mommy took her time.
First, she slathered his entire groin, cock, balls, and bottom in thick white lotion, rubbing it in slowly, deliberately teasing his shaft until it was half-hard and twitching with unwanted shame. Then came the diaper rash cream — two generous fingers scooping the thick paste and spreading it liberally over his hole and under his balls, making sure every inch was protected “like a proper baby’s privates.”
Heavy clouds of baby powder followed. She shook the bottle for a full minute, coating him until he was dusted head to toe in sweet, humiliating scent. The powder clung to his lotion-slick skin, turning him into a fragrant nursery toy.
Mommy unfolded the first massive terry diaper ...already thicker than most adult ones...and slid it under his lifted hips. She added a second full diaper on top, then folded a third booster pad thickly in the middle for maximum absorbency and bulk. She pulled the layers up tightly between his legs, the padding forcing his thighs apart in a wide, infantile waddle. With practiced hands she pinned it shut using two oversized yellow diaper pins, one on each side, making sure it was snug but not too tight : she wanted room for the inevitable mess.
But she wasn’t done. A crinkly, clear plastic diaper cover with little duckies was pulled over the bulging terry bundle and snapped tightly at the legs and waist. The final result was obscene: an enormous, pillow-like diaper that made his muscular legs look comically small and bowed.
A baby-blue bib with a smiling rubber ducky was tied around his neck.
He was already whimpering in humiliation.
Mommy wasn’t satisfied yet.
“Babies need their bottoms properly prepared,” she cooed, pushing his knees back to his chest and exposing him completely. She opened a large jar of baby Vaseline and scooped out a huge glob with two fingers.
“Relax your little hole, sweetheart. Mommy’s going to make sure you’re nice and open for all the big poopoos you’ll be making from now on.”
He clenched. She slapped his thigh sharply. Then her slick fingers circled his tight anus, spreading the thick petroleum jelly around the rim before slowly pushing inside. One finger. Then two. She twisted and scissored gently but relentlessly, working the Vaseline deep into his passage, coating every inch of his insides.
“Feel that, baby? Mommy’s opening you up like a good little diaper slut. This hole is going to be soft, puffy, and ready to push out huge loads whenever I decide.”
She added more Vaseline, a third finger, stretching him wider, fucking him slowly with her fingers while narrating every detail. His cock throbbed traitorously against the thick diaper front despite his tears. She kept going for nearly fifteen humiliating minutes until his anus was visibly relaxed, shiny, and gaping slightly — a perfect, well-trained baby bottom.
Only then did she pull the plastic cover back up and pat the massively padded crotch. “There. All ready for your first public accident.”
Five minutes before Emily’s arrival, Mommy bent him over the changing table again, pulled the diaper cover and back of the terry down just enough, and slid a fat, melting glycerin suppository deep into his well-Vaselined hole. She pushed it in with two fingers, twisting and pressing until it was lodged far inside where it would work fastest.
“Perfect. Now we wait for the show.”
He stood gripping the armchair, knees bent, muscles trembling, face already beet-red. The suppository was working brutally fast. Mommy stood beside him, one hand on his shoulder, smiling serenely.
Emily stepped inside in her stunning emerald prom dress, looking radiant and froze in absolute shock at the sight of her date: shirtless, bibbed, and wearing an enormous, obvious diaper.
Before she could even speak, a violent cramp hit him.
Mommy leaned in lovingly. “Coochie-coo! Does the poopoo train finally arriving at the diaper depot? Oh yeeees it is! Push for Mommy and your pretty date, baby. Push like the helpless little diaper boy you are.”
Emily’s hand flew to her mouth, but her eyes sparkled with growing fascination.
He tried desperately to hold it. His face turned purple. Veins stood out on his neck. A long, wet fart escaped into the thick padding.
Then the first push came against his will.
“Nnnngh…!” He grunted loudly, thighs shaking. The massive log began to crown, stretching his well-lubricated hole. He pushed again — harder — and a thick, crackling, warm mass began filling the seat of his diaper. Emily watched, mesmerized, as the back of the triple-thick terry visibly expanded and sagged.
“Again, baby. Push number two!” Mommy encouraged sweetly.
He bore down with a deep, humiliated grunt. A huge, soft, messy wave exploded into the diaper, spreading everywhere, squelching audibly as it filled the booster and pushed the padding outward. The smell bloomed instantly ...heavy, earthy, unmistakably baby.
Third push. Even bigger. He was panting now, tears of shame rolling down his cheeks while his prom date watched him defecate like a toddler.
Fourth, final, longest push : a long, wet, crackling avalanche that made the seat of his diaper droop heavily between his legs, the plastic cover straining to contain the enormous load. The diaper was unmistakably full, sagging, lumpy, and brown at the edges.
Immediately after, a powerful, hissing torrent of pee flooded the front, swelling the already massive padding even further until it was warm, heavy, and squishing with every tiny movement.
Emily stepped closer, eyes wide with delight at his total degradation.
“Oh my God… you actually shit yourself. In front of me. Like a literal baby.” She laughed softly, then her voice dropped into exaggerated, breathy moans.
“Mmmhhh...Ohhh yes, baby… that’s it… push all that big nasty poopoo into your didee for me. Just like you wanted to push that cock into my tight little pussy tonight, right? You wanted to stretch me open and fill me up like a whore?” She moaned louder, biting her lip theatrically. “Aaaahhh~ But instead you’re the one getting filled, aren’t you? Your big strong body reduced to grunting out stinky messes while I watch.”
Mommy guided him down onto the rug on his belly. “Tummy time, baby. Show Emily how you hump your loaded diapers from now on.”
The squelch was loud and obscene as his massive, warm mess compressed beneath him. He started grinding slowly, humiliated beyond words.
Emily crouched beside him, continuing her relentless, moaning commentary:
“Ohhh fuuuck yes, hump that messy didee, you pathetic little diaper humper~ Mmmhh~ That’s how you thought you’d fuck me? Grinding and thrusting like a desperate animal? Only now it’s just warm poop and piss squishing against your worthless cock. You’ll never feel real pussy again. Just loaded, stinky diapers every single day.”
She leaned in closer, voice dripping venom and arousal. “And Mommy told me the best part. Soon your balls will be drained dry every day by women watching you. Then she’ll tie that dick up tight and milk you like a cow, squeezing every drop out while you cry. In a few weeks you’ll have a tiny baby micropenis that spurts helplessly the second you start pooping your diaper. You’ll cum every time you mess yourself like a true infant. No control. No manhood left.”
She moaned even louder, right next to his ear. “Hump faster, baby~ Let me hear those squishes. Imagine me at prom getting fucked by a real man while you’re locked in your crib, marinating in your own cum and shit. Aaaahhh~ Yes, just like that! Grind it in deep!”
The humiliation, the smell, the wet squelching, Emily’s filthy moaning, and the constant promises of future degradation pushed him over the edge.
His thrusts became frantic, animalistic. His face was buried in the rug, sobbing and grunting. The heavy, messy diaper made loud, wet, filthy sounds with every desperate hump.
Then the orgasm hit...violently.
Thick, powerful ropes of cum erupted from his cock, mixing with the piss and shit already filling the front of his diaper. Spurt after heavy spurt, longer and more intense than any he’d ever had, each one accompanied by broken, humiliated cries. His whole body shook as he emptied his balls completely into the destroyed, sagging mess, the warm wetness spreading everywhere.
Emily clapped and laughed delightedly. “He came! The baby actually came in his poopy diaper while I watched! What a perfect little pervert.”
Mommy patted his head. “Good boy. Say thank you to Emily for helping with your first public tummy time.”
Emily stood up, still giggling, smoothing her prom dress. “I’m going to have so much fun telling everyone at prom about this. Enjoy your crib and that loaded diaper all night, stinky baby. Maybe I’ll come visit tomorrow and watch round two.”
She left the house laughing brightly, the sound echoing long after the door closed.
Mommy lifted her broken, sobbing, heavily loaded son into her arms. His sagging, cum-piss-shit-filled diaper swung heavily between his legs as she carried him upstairs to the crib.
“Night night, baby. Tomorrow the whole family and several neighbors are coming over for your next special tummy time. And this was only the beginning of your permanent babyfication.”
The crib bars locked shut with a final, metallic click.
His new life of endless, public, diaper-soiling humiliation had officially begun.
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