āHold it right there.ā Luna said as he tried to slip past.
She already had that smug, knowing smirk plastered across her face. āIs there anything you want to tell me?ā she asked,
He gave a quick, nervous shake of his head.
āMmm-hmmā¦ You sure?ā Luna pursed her lips together. āBecause someoneās got a little waddle going onā¦ and those cheeks are turning niicce and pink...." She gave him a slow up-and-down look. "Someoneās been busy in his pamper again, hasnāt he?ā
āIām not wet!ā he blurted. āI swear, itās dry! I havenāt gone since the last change whenāā
āUh-huh. Sure, baby.ā Her smirk deepened. āI didnāt even mention being wet yet, and you jumped right to it, didn't you? Drop those pants right now so Nurse Luna can check. I think we both know what weāre going to find...ā
His hands trembled as he pushed his pants down to his thighs. The heavy, sagging diaper put on full display.
āOh my! Look how plump and swollen you are!!ā Luna cooed. āI donāt even need to touch it to know itās soaked. That little sag right there? Thatās what we in the business call a heavy one. Iāve changed hundreds of these, sweetie. I can spot a thoroughly used pamper from across the room. So go aheadā¦keep telling me how dry you are. Iāve got all afternoon...ā
He shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, face burning with embarrassment. āIā¦ I really didnāt mean toā¦ā he mumbled weakly, hands twitching like he wanted to pull his pants back up.
Luna let out a soft, amused laugh and shook her head.
āAww, look at you still trying so hard to be a big boy for me,ā she said, voice dripping with mock sympathy. āBut big boys donāt walk around with warm, swollen diapers between their legs, do they? They use the potty like theyāre supposed to.ā
She paused, letting the words hang in the air as she stared at the obvious heavy sag between his legs.
āSo tell me, sweetieā¦you were free to use the potty whenever you needed to. No one was stopping you.ā Her head tilted, eyes sparkling with amusement. āSo why exactly are you standing here in a soaking wet pamper instead?ā
He opened his mouth, face burning. āIā¦ I couldnāt make it to the bathroom in timeā¦ā
Luna raised an eyebrow, her smirk turning sharp and skeptical.
āOh really? Couldnāt make it?ā She tilted her head. āItās not like the bathroom is far. Itās not like your mittens were on. The door wasnāt locked. Nothing was stopping you. You know that you're allowed to use the potty anytime you want. You donāt have to use your diapers.ā
She didn't believe him for a second, her voice dripped with condescending sweetness. "So go on, keep telling me your little story."
He tried again, sounding desperate. āI-I really had to goā¦ā
āDid you now?ā Luna cooed, lifting the half-empty bottle and giving it a little shake. āI changed you into a fresh diaper just two hours ago. You barely finished half your ba-ba. And if you really needed to go that bad, you could have just used your words and told me. We could have walked you to the potty, pulled your pampers down, and let you pee-pee like any normal, potty-trained man would. I might have even held it for you.ā
She leaned in slightly, eyes sparkling with mock curiosity.
āSo what seems to be the problem hereā¦ hmm?ā
He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He stammered helplessly, completely lost for words, face burning with humiliation.
Luna waited a beat, clearly savoring his silence, then continued smoothly.
āThe way I see it, two things could have happened hereā¦ā she held up a finger, "One: you didnāt even realize you needed to go. You just let it happen without thinking. That means the unpotty training your wife hired me for is already rewiring that brain of yours.ā
She raised another finger, āOr twoā¦ you knew you had to go, but instead of using the potty you were freely allowed to use, you deliberately chose to piss all over yourself, to wet your diaperā¦on purpose."
She crossed her arms, eyes gleaming expectantly.
"So which one is it, baby? Was it an accident? An 'uh oh's'? Or did you decide a diaper was where you preferred to go pee-pee?ā
He stammered, eyes darting away. āIā¦ I donāt knowā¦ it wasnāt like thatā¦ā
Lunaās smirk grew wider, clearly enjoying his discomfort.
āItās only been two weeks since your wife hired me,ā she said calmly, considering. āFull unpotty-training can't have taken hold yet in such a short window, even with a professional like me. Which usually means one thingā¦ā
She let the words linger, watching his reaction.
āIāve seen this pattern before with quite a few clients. They pout, they whine, they throw little tantrums and swear they hate their diapers.ā
Luna gave a small, knowing pause.
āSome of them like the attention. Some of them like to be spanked. And some of them?ā Her voice dropped into a soft, conspiratorial tone. āSome of them get so excited the second I start changing their diapers that they pop a little baybee boner right there on the table. I have to be extra careful when I wipe them so they donāt make a goo-goo mess all over the place from just the slightest touch.ā
She looked him up and down slowly, her smirk deepening.
āAnd youā¦ youāre starting to act just like them.ā
āWhat?? Thatās ridiculous!ā he protested. āYou think I actually like wearing these stupid things?!ā
āThatās exactly what I think,ā Luna replied calmly.
He scoffed. āYouāre crazy.ā
āAm I?ā She raised an eyebrow. āSo if I check inside your diaper right nowā¦ am I going to find anything a littleā¦ stiff?ā
He backed up half a step, hands moving to cover himself.
āNu-uh. No running.ā Luna set the bottle and fresh diaper down. āYou stay right here. Hands behind your back so I can get a proper look.ā
He stood quivering as she stepped in close and groped the front of the soaked diaper firmly.
āHmmā¦ definitely wet,ā Luna murmured, giving it a slow, deliberate squeeze. Then her voice suddenly jumped into exaggerated, mocking delight. āAndā¦ ohhh my goodness! Whatās this?" she gasped, "Is that a little stiffy I feel twitching away in there?ā
He let out a mortified whimper, hips twitching involuntarily under her hand.
She tugged the waistband forward and peered inside, grinning wide.
āOh my! It sure is!!ā she exclaimed, eyes lighting up with glee.
He tried to twist away, face burning crimson, but she held the diaper open with one hand and kept him in place.
āAwww! Look at you!ā Luna cooed, voice thick with fake sympathy. āSoaked like a widdle tottler and your tiny tinky winky is rock hard in its pissy pamper! Throbbing and leaking like crazyā¦ā
She gave the front another playful squeeze, watching him squirm.
āWell, well, well,ā she purred. āJust like I thought. Iāve seen this exact pathetic little routine dozens of times: grown men swearing they hate their diapers right up until their tiny widdle wee-wee starts leaking in one. Patheticā¦ and sooo predictable.ā
Luna gave the front of his soaked and tented diaper one last firm, possessive squeeze, watching him tremble. She pulled her hand back slowly, clearly savoring his humiliation, then tilted her head with that signature smug smirk.
āSo tell me the truth right now, loud and clear...ā she continued, voice sweet but commanding. āAre you going to keep pretending you want to be a big boy who uses the potty...or..." She leaned in closer, eyes locked on his, her face only inches away, "...are you going to admit you prefer pampers?ā
He squirmed desperately, shifting his weight from foot to foot, the heavy soaked diaper crinkling loudly between his legs. His hands clenched into fists behind his back as sweat beaded on his forehead. He tried to look away, but she gently caught his chin with two fingers and turned his face back to hers.
āSay it,ā she whispered, almost tenderly. āSay āI donāt wanna use the potty anymore, Nurse Luna. I love going in my diapers. I only want to use my pampers!āā
The silence stretched painfully long.
Luna simply waited, patient and utterly confident, still holding his chin so he couldnāt escape her gaze. The only sounds in the room were his ragged breathing and the occasional wet crinkle of his sagging pamper. His face burned crimson. His erection throbbed visibly against the front of the soaked diaper. Every second that passed made the humiliation worse. He knew she could see exactly how conflicted and excited he was.
āGo on, babyā¦ We both know itās true. Say it for Nurse Luna.ā
He swallowed hard, lips trembling. His eyes darted around the room, desperate for any escape, but there was none. The weight of her stare, the warmth of his own mess pressing against him, and the undeniable stiffness between his legs finally broke him.
āIā¦ I donāt wanna use the potty anymore, Nurse Luna,ā he whispered, voice cracking with shame. āI love going in my diapers. I only want to use my d-d-diapers...ā
Lunaās smile widened, slow and deeply satisfied.
āThere we gooo!!ā she said softly, almost tenderly. āThatās exactly what I thought. Iāve seen this dozens of times, you know. Grown men swearing they hate their diapers, fighting it so hardā¦ right up until they finally admit they love using them. Youāre not becoming incontinent, sweetieā¦ youāre choosing your diapers because you like them. Perfectly capable of holding itā¦ you just donāt want to anymore! Do you?!?"
She gave his throbbing front one last teasing pat. āAnd because you were so honest with me, Iām going to give you a little reward!" She said, smirking. "Part of unpotty-training is getting you properly sensitized to your diapers, teaching that little brain to associate them with pleasure. So Nurse Luna is going to be extra nice todayā¦ā
She let the words hang for a moment, watching him squirm with anticipation and lingering shame.
āSo hereās how this is going to work, sweetie,ā she said. āYouāre gonna get down on all fours like you do for tummy timeā¦ but this time youāre going to grind that hard little thing against your warm, pissy pamper until you make a biiiigg sticky mess in it!ā
He flushed deep red but didnāt argue. In fact, he was surprisingly intrigued. As he started to obey and drop to his knees, her hand pressed firmly against his chest, stopping him.
āNu-uh uh!" She clicked her tongue, "Not until I hear you say it again, baby. Not until you admit to me exactly how much you wuv your widdle diapurrs!! Say it, baby...use your words.ā
His face burned crimson. āIā¦ I wuv my diapurrs, Nurse Lunaā¦ā
āI wuv my widdle diapurrs!!!ā he repeated, voice shaking.
āGood boy." She grinned, "Now get down on the floor.ā
He dropped to all fours immediately and began humping frantically, grinding his rock-hard erection against the heavy, soaked, squelching padding with wild, shameless abandon. His hips bucked desperately, the loud crinkling and wet squishing sounds echoing through the living room as he rutted like a desperate animal in heat. Soft, needy whimpers and moans spilled from his mouth as he humped harder and faster, completely lost in the filthy pleasure of his own mess.
āKeep saying it, honey,ā Luna cooed. āTell me while you hump. Tell me you never want to use the potty again.ā
āI love my diapersā¦ā he gasped between frantic thrusts. āI never want to use the potty againā¦ I only want my pampersā¦ I love my diapersā¦!ā
His movements grew even more frantic, hips slamming harder against the warm, heavy mess. āI love my diapersā¦ I only want my pampersā¦ I never want to use the potty againā¦!ā
Any last reservations had completely vanished. He was moaning openly now, repeating the humiliating phrases over and over like a broken record while he desperately fucked his own soaked diaper.
"I never want to use the potty again! Just pampers! Just pampurrs! Just...just..."
Less than twenty seconds later his whole body locked up. His hips stuttered violently as he came. Hard. Flooding the already-soaked pamper with thick ropes of cum, groaning loudly into the carpet. Luna watched with a delighted smirk as his pathetic little spasms continued, milking out every last drop into his padding.
He collapsed forward, gasping and trembling. The heavily soaked diaper crinkled and squelched as he sluggishly rolled onto his back. His eyes fluttered open, still glassy and half-lidded, only to widen in sudden horror as he spotted Lunaās phone aimed straight at him...recording everything.
āOh my goodness! Done already??ā Luna exclaimed in exaggerated shock, pointing the camera at her own mock-surprised face. āIn twenty seconds? Aww! Someone must really love their pampers, huh?ā
Post-nut clarity slammed into him like a truck. The shame hit hard. He cursed himself silently for letting his horniness take over, for saying those pathetic things, for humping his own pissy diaper like a desperate addict while she watched. And now it was all on video. Proof. Irrefutable evidence for his wife.
He tried to cover himself and reach for the phone, but she smacked his hands away.
āNu-uh! No hiding now.ā She leaned over him and drew up the waistband so she could peek inside his diaper. Eyes going exaggeratedly wide.
āWowā¦ such a big, nasty sticky mess in there!!ā she laughed softly. āLook at all that cum mixed with your pee-pee. You really creamed your pamper like a proper little diaper boy. So fast, too! How pathetic.ā
She slipped two fingers into the warm, sticky interior, slowly stirring through the thick mixture of his cum and piss. When she pulled them back out they were coated in glossy, stringy goo. āLook at thisā¦ā she murmured, holding her glistening fingers up in front of his face, spreading them so he could see the stringy ropes between them. āOpen up, baby. Taste what you just did.
When he hesitated, she simply pressed the sticky fingertips against his lips until he obediently opened and began to lick. The salty, warm taste of his own mess filled his mouth as she watched with smug satisfaction.
She gave the soggy, cum-filled front a patronizing pat, pressing the warm, sticky mess firmly against his sensitive skin.
āLooks like we have all the evidence we need,ā Luna said with deep satisfaction. She finally lowered the phone, giving him a long, amused look as he lay there spent and humiliated. āWait until your wife sees this. Sheāll see exactly how effective I am at unpotty training you. Look at youā¦ repeating how much you love your diapers and how you never want the potty again, while you humped your messy pamper like a desperate little bitch!ā
Luna smiled down at him sweetly, clearly savoring the shame washing over his face. She casually tossed the fresh diaper onto the coffee table.
āYou wonāt be needing this one,ā she said lightly. āYouāre going to stay right there in that warm, sticky one you made for yourself.ā
She pulled him up to his feet and guided him over to the blue couch. Luna sat down and firmly draped him across her lap, cradling his head in the crook of her arm. She picked up the half-empty bottle and pressed the nipple to his lips.
He squirmed and turned his head away with a weak, embarrassed whimper.
āNu-uh,ā Luna cooed. āDonāt fuss, baby. I think we're way past that by now. Do you need a little reminder of the state youāre in? Hmm?! Should we look inside your diaper again? Do you need to see what you did?ā
She reached down and lifted the waistband of his heavily soiled diaper, holding it open so he could see the glistening, stringy cave of cum coating the entire inside.
He shook his head frantically, eyes wide with shame.
āYeahā¦ I think we do need another reminder..." Luna said with mock sympathy. She slipped her fingers back into the warm, sticky interior, scooped up a thick, glossy glob of his cum, and slowly smeared it all over the rubber nipple of the bottle until it was shiny and dripping.
She pressed the goo-coated nipple firmly against his lips.
āOpen up, baby. Taste what you made while you drink your ba-ba.ā
He whimpered, but didn't protest anymore, just hesitantly took the cum-crusted bottle into his mouth.
āGood boy,ā she praised softly, rocking him gently as he began to suck. Her free hand slowly patted between his legs, pressing the warm, sticky mess against him with every rhythmic pat.
āFeel that?ā she whispered tenderly. āThat warm, sticky goo-goo you just made? Thatās all yours, honey. I didnāt make you do that. You didnāt have to say those things. You didnāt have to hump your pamper like a desperate little cum-pumperā¦ā
He let out a soft, mortified whimper around the bottle nipple, his cheeks burning hotter as he suckled. The pathetic little sound only made Lunaās smile widen.
She continued rocking him, her voice calm, soothing, and utterly condescending.
āYou know...most men I get assigned to take months to become fully diaper-dependentā she cooed. āDaily hypnosis sessions, constant punishments, positive reinforcement when they use their diapers, negative reinforcement when they even think about the pottyā¦ the whole program. Some of them fight me for half a year before they finally break.ā
She leaned down and planted a gentle kiss on the top of his head, her hand still patting the soggy, cum-filled front of his diaper.
āBut you? You broke completely in just two weeks.ā Her voice dripped with mock amazement. āSo eager to give up the potty! Forever. How adorableā¦ and how pathetic.ā
He whimpered again beneath the bottle, a high, embarrassed sound that vibrated around the nipple as he nursed. Luna chuckled softly.
āSo while youāre suckling your ba ba like a good widdle baybee, I want you to really let this sink inā¦ā She rocked him a little slower, pressing the sticky mess more firmly against his skin with each pat. āI didnāt unpotty train you, sweetieā¦ you did it to yourself. You chose your pampers over a potty. Youāre going to be pee-peeing and poo-pooing in nothing else from now on. And now you get to sit in everything you chose like the good little diaper boy you wanted to be.ā
Luna smiled sweetly down at him, watching his eyes glisten with shame.
āThatās rightā¦ Let allll the choices you made soak inā¦ until your wife gets homeā¦ and you can show and tell her yourself.ā
