Last Minute Packing Part 2: The Interrogation
The walk to the security room felt like hours. Drew carried along trying to reason with the guards about their less-than-ideal situation, though it fell on deaf ears. “We’re just doing our job sir.” Their reply came as Drew rolled his eyes. Noah on the other hand, felt each step to the security room. Each little waddle came with a shifting mess in his pants, smothering his diaper area more and more. A little puff of stink escaping each time his poop squished around, making sure that everyone nearby would smell him if the appearance wasn’t immediately obvious. He saw fellow travelers at bars and restaurants nearby turning their heads towards him, either wrinkling their noses in disgust, or laughing at how utterly pathetic he looked. A so called “grown man” who shits his diapers, handcuffed and waddling behind security. Utterly debased.
What Noah expected to be a simple side room for a pat down however, turned out to be much more like an interrogation room. A handsome yet stern man sat across the table as the two were sat down in hard metal chairs. Noah felt his profusely poopy diaper squelch as his mess smooshed over his ass and taint. Drew wrinkled his nose at the stink, as the man across the table coughed, clearly overwhelmed by the harsh wall of stench. He was a clean-cut man, blond with a short military buzzcut, and his body was built as if he was just a day out of boot camp. He wore an upscaled TSA uniform, with a black tie, dressy pants and a utility belt around his waist that would leave Bruce Wayne a tad jealous. One of the accompanying officers left the room to guard the exit, while the other stood next to the imposing man in front of them. The officer cleared his throat, not so subtly demanding their attention.
“I’m officer Jason Wells, are you aware of why you’re being detained here today?” The officer asked knowingly, as Drew sighed. The two escorting police officers slammed down the suitcase on the metal table in front of them, opening and showing its contents for all to see. “Yeah, I think we have an idea.” Drew replied as he side-eye’d Noah with a glare, causing him to sink further into his seat – and the large pile in his pants.
“Now, looking through this suitcase alone there’s handcuffs, gags, hand restraints… You’re telling me people wear diapers this big? And I don’t even know what this is…” Jason muttered as he pulled out an enema bottle. “But what I am particularly curious about… is this.” He heavily slammed down a bottle of baby powder in front of the two. Noah and Drew slowly shared a look of confusion. “I think that’s called baby powder?” Drew replied after the long silence, clearly getting annoyed.
“Yeah, yeah sure. I have kids, I’ve changed a diaper before.” Jason replied, narrowing his eyes towards the older of the two. “You see, what I see here, is either a smuggling op, kidnapping, or who knows what else.” Drew stared at the man in disbelief. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me…” He said under his breath, his brow furrowing.
“I’ve got it all figured out, you guys tried to smuggle cocaine or other drugs in this here bottle, but something went awry. Your accomplice here had no idea what to do, so he did what came naturally to him when he realized the security check would flag him down. He stuffed a bunch of this so called “Baby powder” down his pants in a panic. He’s wearing one of these big ass diapers after all, nobody would suspect anything. Then, when the scanner picked him out, he got desperate and did the one thing he could think of. Shit himself and destroy the contraband.” Jason’s eyes narrowed as he leaned his face into Noah’s. “But I’ve got your dirty little act all figured out, you pathetic pig.” Noah shirked away as Jason caught another whiff of his filth, recoiling back into his seat. “Ugh… takes a certain kind of desperation to go THAT far though.” Noah blushed as he squirmed in his loaded seat ‘You have no idea…’ the boy thought to himself.
Drew pinched his forehead, trying to process what Jason said in complete and utter disbelief. “I’m sorry officer, but respectfully… that makes absolutely zero fucking sense. In what world would we have done ANY of this for the sake of smuggling drugs?! Do you even know how many holes there are in your logic?”
Jason scoffed, now narrowing his eyes at Drew “You know, between the two of you, I can’t tell which one is more full of shit… and that’s saying something.” Noah sunk further into his seat as Drew and Jason both threw a glance his way. “Either way, we’re going to be testing all of your luggage for any sort of drugs.” One of the accompanying officers took out slips of paper, meticulously running it over all the kink gear, sides of the suit case. He pulled out a thick diaper and unfolded it, running the paper through the leak guards, tapes, and padding. Noah let out a gasp as he tore the diaper in two and began running the testing strip through it. “Hey, those are expensive! I-“ “Quiet, toilet boy.” Jason sternly interjected. Finally, the officer poofed out a hefty cloud of baby powder onto a strip.
“All clear sir, no drugs are in the suitcase or the powder. Its just scented corn starch.” Drew breathed a sigh of relief. “See, all clear. Can we please get him out of that putrid diaper now?” He gestured to his hands, still tightly handcuffed. Jason seemed to think deeply to himself and then steeled his resolve. “Well obviously their suitcase is all clear… its just a diversion. And I know exactly where we need to check.” Jason had a mean smile spread over his face as Noah felt his eyes meet the officers, and then he watched as the officer’s gaze crept downwards to his bloated pants. “Lets get the dirty boy out of his stinky diaper, shall we?”
The four waited in silence as nobody moved, only exchanging awkward looks. Jason scowled and turned towards his accompanying officer. “Well, what are you waiting for?” The officer’s eyes went wide. “Wha- me?! Hell no, I’m not opening that thing, that’s disgusting! You wanna nail these guys so bad, you clean his ass. I’m not paid enough for that shit.” He threw a box of sterile gloves on the table and left the room. Jason rolled his eyes as he walked over, effortlessly picking Noah up and laying him down on the impromptu changing table. Noah’s face turned bright red as the handsome officer stretched blue rubber gloves over his hands. He turned towards the embarrassed lad, only to come face to face with a hot wave of fumes coming from the newly displaced mess in pants, now blowing out of the sides and onto the table. Jason coughed and gagged as he reevaluated his options.
“Hey, smartass.” He turned towards Drew. “Why don’t you handle this for me, if he’s such an innocent diaper shitter like you said.” Drew leaned back in his uncomfortable metal chair and smirked, resting his handcuffed hands behind his head. “Sorry bud, I would but I’m a little tied up over here, would be pretty hard to handle a change right now. Besides, if you let me change him then I could destroy the contraband you’re so intent on finding. Can’t imagine that would look good on an incident report, would it?” Jason grimaced as he turned back to the biohazard in front of him, defeated. He may have changed a diaper or two in the past, but that was always his ex-wife’s job, and even then, that was well over 20 years ago by now.
He slowly reached towards the tapes, ripping the first one off. Already the air in the room turned acrid. Noah futilely tried to bury his face into his hands as he felt the tapes continue to pop one by one. Jason pinched his nose shut heavily as he peeled back the front of the stained and leaking diaper onto the table. “Oh jesus…” He gasped as the wave of putrid stink from the diaper began to make him choke, coughing intensely as Noah clenched in humiliation. “Are you fucking kidding me, you sick fuck…” Noah’s crotch was utterly splattered and covered in his filth, his taint and balls looked as if they were dunked in sticky hot fudge, but what really caught Jason’s eye was Noah’s peepee standing right at attention, helplessly aroused despite the total humiliation. Jason coughed and gagged as he swabbed around the filthy padding, trying to ignore the sight of Noah’s throbbing member. However, after touching most of the surface area that wasn’t completely covered in shit, the only color the piece of paper successfully turned was brown.
“I… I don’t understand… There has to be something, there has to be…” Jason looked away trying to find any sort of explanation for the horrid sight in front of him. Drew just smirked, clearly enjoying sight of the officer reaping what he sowed. If his look said anything, it yelled ‘I can’t wait til you have to apologize to me.’ Jason gritted his teeth one last time and took off his nitrile gloves. “Well, officer, are we free to go? Think we’ve checked pretty much everywhere by now.” Drew chided, relishing the officer’s own humiliation. At this point, it was hard to tell who looked redder in the face between Jason and Noah, who was still laying in his mess on full display. “No… not everywhere.” Jason grabbed another pair of gloves and snapped them on tightly. “As my detainee and the suspect in a potential smuggling operation, I’m authorizing myself to perform a cavity search.” Drew’s smugness dropped as the gruff man turned to Noah. “Y-you can’t do that!”
“Oh yes I can…” The officer muttered angrily as he lifted Noah’s legs in the air. Noah let out a moan as he felt the older man’s fingers prodding at his hole, gasping as he felt him slip inside. He’d been in this position many times for Drew to administer a suppository or enema bulb, but this was an entirely new level of humiliation. The invading member tickled his prostate as Jason felt around for anything to justify his actions. Noah blushed as the feeling sent his arousal skyrocketing, the older man in front of him oblivious as he continued to move his finger in, and out feeling for any sort of contraband. With one final thrust of his fingers against the boy’s prostate, Noah couldn’t help but spurt thick ropes of cum over the officer, splattering his uniform and face. The three looked at each other in shock at Noah’s intense orgasm, Jason’s simple mind trying to process how he ended up with a facial.
“What in the god damn fuck is happening here?!” The three turned toward the door. A uniformed man stood in the doorway. Next to him stood the escorting officer who clearly reported the incident up to their superiors. The man was tall, with short white hair. He stood like a senior general in the military, and had a dignity about him that said he was likely as far up the chain as things could have gone. “M-Mr. Moore…!” Jason tried to formulate words but only sputtered over himself, gagging and spitting as semen leaked into his mouth. “I don’t know what the hell happened here, but you are to release these folks immediately. Do I make myself clear?” Jason looked straight down and sheepishly let out a “Yes sir…” as he procured the lock to the handcuffs, unlocking Drew and Noah. The Mr. Moore pulled Drew to the side as the two humiliated men sat in their respective messes. Noah couldn’t quite hear what they were saying, but it looked like the uniformed man was apologizing, then Drew was nodding. Noah’s Daddy looked towards the two of them with a sinister smile and then turned back to the other man with a smiling nod. Mr. Moore then walked up to the two on the table.
“First things first officer… you can start cleaning up your mess.” The older man walked to the suitcase, and pulled out a diaper, wipes and flung them to the flailing officer. “Get this man changed.” Drew smiled at where the situation was going. “Yeah, officer, you did say you changed diapers before, haven’t you?” Jason looked like a scolded child as he walked to the front of Noah’s diaper once more. Jason peeled off his poop smeared gloves, looking to replace them, only to see Drew holding the box with a smile. “I think we’ve wasted enough gloves already, surely your strong hands can handle a little diaper change, right Mr. Wells?” Mr. Moore sternly commanded his subordinate.
Jason gulped as he turned to the biohazard on the table, the stench so thick he could practically see the stink lines emanating from Noah’s crotch. He used the front of the diaper to rub the shit off of Noah’s dick and taint. Then procuring wipe after wipe as he coughed and gagged from the stench once more. He lifted Noah’s legs for a second time, slowly but surely cleaning Noah’s ass under the supervision of the adults in the room. He then pulled out the diaper from under Noah and finished clearing off the remnants of poop after about 10 minutes of wiping. Noah then felt a clean diaper slid under him as he was swiftly powdered and taped up. He made eye contact with the gruff older man, his face still covered and dripping with Noah’s cum, while his hands were splattered with a mix of poop and baby powder. Noah almost felt pity, as could see tears welling up in the previously butch and manly officer’s eyes.
“Excellent… now, get up on the table Mr. Wells.” The older man scolded the officer like a child. “W-what?” The officer squeaked out in return. “Mr. Wells, if you are not aware, you have completely abused the authority of your position to completely humiliate these two gentlemen, squandered the reputation of the TSA AND our airport, and potentially allowed these two to press charges for damages encountered here today. Now if you are looking to salvage your job and frankly your career in any sense… Get. Up. On. The. Table.” Jason looked toward the ground meekly as he lifted Noah off the table and sat down on the tables edge in his place. “Now… these two fine gentlemen have decided not to press charges.” Mr. Moore started, seeing Jason’s face light up. “On one condition…”
Drew pulled out a larger diaper, one made for someone much bigger than Noah, Jason’s face turned as white as the fluffy garment as he began to connect the dots. “S-sir, you can’t be… do I really…” With a naughty smirk Drew began to unfold the diaper, and pushed Jason on to his back. “Yes, if you want to have a job here, much less avoid legal trouble… I would recommend just letting it happen.” Mr. Moore looked down on the humiliated officer. “Or if you object to a fresh and clean one, there’s always THAT diaper…” Mr Moore motioned his head to Noah’s bloated mess of a diaper balled to the side, now turning a sickly brownish color that would make even a seasoned daddy recoil upon opening. Jason’s face turned pale as a whiff of the sordid assaulted his nose. “P-Please give me the clean one.” He squeaked as Mr. Moore refused to relent. “Clean, what?” Jason shed a tear as he braced for the humiliation. “Please give me the clean diaper.” Mr. Moore smiled.
“You heard him,” Mr. Moore as he motioned to Drew. Jason resigned to his fate as Drew began to unbuckle the belt of his pants, sliding them down and off his ankles, exposing the man’s tighty whities. “Well, you won’t be needing these anymore…” Mr. Moore then pulled off a pocket knife off of Jason’s utility belt and cut the sides of the man’s underwear, letting Drew flip the front down like a used diaper. “Uh oh… for a man who likes tighty whities, these sure aren’t very… white.”
Drew stifled a laugh behind his smug expression, as he looked down to see heavy skid marks on the burly man’s underwear. Jason’s face looked pained as he tried to look away, the two men changing him intent on making this experience as humiliating and agonizing as possible. Drew opened a pack of wipes and began to wipe over Jason’s groin, making sure to clean up his backside thoroughly. The extra attention around his diaper area didn’t go unnoticed by Jason’s dick, as he began to harden to a pathetic 2-inches length. “Well well, I think his little guy is real excited about getting all thickly diapered after all.” Drew taunted as he lifted Jason’s thick legs up, sliding the thick diaper underneath his chiseled, hairy ass. Mr. Moore shook his head. “Well that just won’t do… we can’t have him aroused during company time. Do you have anything in that suitcase for that?”
“Well, we do have Noah’s cage… but frankly I think it might be just too big for Mr. Compensation down here.” Jason gritted his teeth once more, but for an entirely different reason than before. Never in his life had he ever felt so emasculated, and yet his own manhood betrayed his arousal at being so humiliated. “No matter, I think I found something just as fun to play with…” Mr. Moore walked in front of Drew tearing open the packaging of something unseen. Jason tried to see what Mr. Moore was doing, only to feel a tip of something prodding at his hole. Instantly Jason felt a tingling sensation in his ass as Mr. Moore pushed his finger in deep. Jason let out a moan as his virgin prostate felt a new sensation he had never experienced before, his tiny dick twitching relentlessly. “Surely this big man won’t be aroused at the thought of finishing his shift in his own bloated diaper.” Jason’s eyes went wide, yet his dick twitched in response.
“You know, I think we could go a step further…” Drew smiled as his dominant streak began to take charge, pulling out a green and white box from the luggage. “Besides, I think this might be a bit too much liquid for TSA’s liking. I’d better use it all up.” Drew walked towards Jason’s diaper area, the officer beginning to feel the effects of the suppository as he felt another plastic nozzle prodding his asshole. He yelped as Drew pushed the bottle’s tip in his ass, as he felt the cool sensation of flowing saline filling up his ass. Jason was feeling a rollercoaster of emotions as the enema pumped into him, but very quickly, he felt one urge drowning out all the others.
“Sh-shit…!” Jason cried out as a tear dripped down his face, beading sweat speckled his brow as the urge to take a dump built higher and higher. Mr. Moore and Drew smiled to each other as the bright red officer began to squirm and breathe heavier by the second. “Don’t worry, little guy, your diaper is riiiight here.” Drew chided as he powdered Jason’s throbbing dick and clenched ass, then swaddling his groin with the fluffy padding. With an experienced swiftness, the tapes ripped and then stuck to the plastic exterior of the officers padded prison cell. Drew and Mr. Moore looked to each other as they admired their handiwork. Jason sat up, only wearing his blue uniform shirt with a tie, and a bright white diaper practically an inch thick which spread his legs apart. Jason tried to stand up off the table, only to hunch over as a cramp wracked his body. Noah watched with a smug sense of pity, as good as it was to see the tables turn it only made him realize how pathetic he looked when he was in that situation himself only an hour ago.
“P-Please sir, don’t make me… ughhhh…” Jason winced as a violent cramp made his sphincter spasm. The burly man looked up at the two men in charge, only to see a cell phone camera pointed back at him. “What… ugh… are you doing?” Jason pleaded as sweat began to drip down his face. “Well, I’m keeping something for our internal records. It won’t end up on the incident report… assuming you play your part.” Jason tried to stand up and snatch the phone away, but his dexterity left a lot to be desired as he fought against his own body, reaching forward only to fall down to his knees as he felt a tiny splash of saline drip out of his ass with an audible gurgle. He tried to catch his breath, only to feel a click coming from one wrist, followed by the other. “That should keep this naughty one out of trouble…” Mr. Moore said sternly as he locked Jason in his own pair of handcuffs, restraining his arms behind his back. Jason looked up at his superior pleadingly, tears clearly welling up in the Jason tried to stand once more, rolling onto his stomach and pushing himself up, but he couldn’t find enough leverage with his hands restrained behind him. He steeled his muscles and rolled on his knees, lifting his torso upwards through sheer core strength. However, as he lifted himself up, his colon surged as he tensed the muscles as hard as he could. “Ngghhh, please… I’m begging yoouu-uughhhh.” Jason slurring his words as he felt his sphincter muscles slowly turning numb. The burly man moaned as his body took control away from his mind.
*SPLORTCH*
Jason cheeks turned bright red as brown liquid sputtered out of his ass. He tried to regain composure but his muscles were no longer responding. Another cramp led to another audible “BLART”, as Drew filmed the utter humiliation of the once masculine man who tormented them. The back of his once white diaper slowly turning a dark brown as his sloppy mess seeped into his awaiting padding. Noah caught a whiff of the stench emanating from his newly fellow dirty diaper boy as more poop forced its way out of the officer, the filth spreading as the thick diaper began to struggle to contain it all, the barrage of wet farts leaving little to the imagination.
BRAAAAAAP
Jason looked towards his two captors as he continued to defile himself, his face now streaming with tears mixing with Noah’s speckled cum, and blushing with piercing embarrassment. “Jeez… good thing we sprung for a thicker diaper, this little guy sure had to go.” Drew taunted as Jason looked towards the ground, utterly ashamed at what he was being forced to do. “And yet that little pee pee of his sure hasn’t gone down.” Jason’s eyes widened, looking down at his ballooning prison of padding and noticing the smallest bump from his dick straining at release. “No! Its not… ughhh… what it looks like…” Jason feeling another wave of hot mush forcing its way out. The debased man cried out at his unrelenting mess began spreading up his balls and over his dick, rapidly running out of room to spread without blowing out of the sides. The slimy sensation, as repulsive as it seemed, only served to tickle his arousal and stimulate him further.
After a few final dumps of smelly filth, Jason slumped over his knees, completely exhausted. Drew walked over in front of him with the camera, recording his teary-eyed face as it helplessly looked back up at him. A zoom of the video on the front of his rapidly browning diaper revealed a splash of yellow flowing into the padding, draining his bladder as well as any shred of dignity Jason had left. Drew continued the recording and sighed. “Hm, you really are a tiny, tiny man aren’t you...” Drew’s words cut through the officer’s ego like a knife. He wasn’t trying to taunt anymore; he was trying to wound. Mr. Moore walked over to the bound man, his hand pressing against the back of his utterly ruined padding.
Jason moaned out towards the camera as he felt his superior mushing his mess over his ass, no single speck of skin inside of his diaper avoided being painted a smelly brown. His mess flowed upwards now completely coating his crotch, his dick twitching in a prison of his own excrement as Mr. Moore’s hand descended on the front of his padding. The sensation of flowing shit combined with his sheer humiliation turned off any sensible thought in the once proud man’s head. He humped his filthy diaper against the pressure of the older man’s hand, and after two thrusts Jason began moaning for an entirely different reason. Mr. Moore smiled as Drew couldn’t help but notice a poking bulge in front of his fellow Dom’s pants.
“Does this dirty diaper boy want to cum?” Mr. Moore looked down at the pathetic man in front of him, who could only voice a quiet. “Please…” Mr. Moore began to rub the stretched, stained padding in front of him, now leaking brown drips against Jason’s muscular thighs. “I’ll let you… on one condition. You’re going to be wearing diapers at this job from now on, and using them for their purpose. If we have any more incidents like this, then that video there will be leaked even more thoroughly than your diapers. Are we clear?” Jason nodded as he choked out another exhausted “please let me cum… I’ll be good…” Mr. Moore smiled with a grin of a seasoned sadist as he aggressively rubbed his new toy’s crotch, Jason quickly spurting his stickies into his overused diaper with a humiliating moan. The once masculine officer falling on his back in exhaustion, and one of the most intense afterglows he had ever experienced. Even his ex-wife couldn’t arouse him as much as this diaper had.
“Have you learned your lesson officer?” Jason looked up at his boss and weakly nodded. “Good… now I hope you realize you’re still stripped of your rank and being demoted to working the machines again.” Jason stared at his Superior, utterly numb. “Furthermore, you’re going to be wearing that diaper of yours until the end of the day, is that clear?” Jason’s head did a weak nod as he realized the entire airport would be able to smell his unmistakable stench, he’d never live down the humiliation of his coworkers finding out where the stink was emanating from. He shed a few tears as he looked up to Mr. Moore one last time. “However…” He felt Mr. Moore’s hand pressed against his diapered crotch once more. “If you enjoyed this experience… I’ll give you a change if you accompany me on my trip as my boy.”
Drew’s eyes narrowed as he pieced the puzzle together. “Let me guess… you’re heading to Chicago aren’t you.” Mr. Moore laughed with a sly grin. “What can I say… I make a hobby of breaking down big men into little diaper boys.” Jason turned away as he processed the offer made by his boss. He might not be able to live down what happened in this room… but maybe he could stop everyone else from knowing about it too. “Ha, well fancy that. Don’t know what we would’ve done without you, Sir” Drew extended his hand to the man who happily reciprocated. “Please, call me Arthur.” The two daddies smiled at each other with a mutual respect. “Noah, be sure to thank the nice man for helping us.” Drew reminded his little guy, who blushed at the comment. “Thank you, Mr. Arthur.” Noah sheepishly looked up at the man who tussled his hair in return. “Anytime kiddo. Though for the future I’d recommend TSA PreCheck. You go through a metal detector instead of the big scanner. Trust me, It’ll be much better than ending up in this room together again.” The older man replied with a wink towards the two. “And I better not see you getting into any trouble at DiapCon little guy… I’m quite versed in the art of discipline.” Noah blushed as he felt his own boyhood stir in his diaper at the thought of the two Doms in front of him putting him in his place just as the poor man on the floor had just endured. “Now then… you two better get going, our flight’s just started boarding.” Mr. Moore reminded with a friendly pat on Noah’s diapered bottom.
Drew quickly helped Noah get dressed, as they haphazardly threw all their loose luggage back in the suitcase. The two sprinted across the airport, Noah visibly waddling due to the thickness spreading his legs. After some searching, they finally reached the gate with CHICAGO on the TV screen, with the final group wrapping up boarding. With a swish of the boarding passes, the two stepped on board and sat in their seats towards the back, finally breathing a sigh of relief.
“Sorry about all that Noah… I really shoulda just let you go to the bathroom after all.” Drew apologized with sincereness in his eyes. “I didn’t think any of… well, THAT would happen… you must’ve been so embarrassed.” Noah looked back at his lover and held his hand. “Its okay, really. I know you didn’t mean it.” Drew looked up and embraced his little guy in a thick hug only a daddy could give. “You know, I can’t help but feel part of you enjoyed that little experience… it sure didn’t take long for you to be making stickies all over that dumbass officer.” Drew smirked as Noah blushed with a smile. He never thought he’d be living out such an extreme fantasy… but he couldn’t deny the memory was as arousing as it was humiliating.
The two heard the door to the airplane close as two final passengers boarded the plane. A commanding Mr. Moore walked down the aisle as a sheepish Jason waddled behind him. Though his offending diaper was since disposed, a few passengers still wrinkled their noses as the lingering stench of Jason’s ordeal still stuck to his skin. The two walked down to the row opposite Noah and Drew and took the remaining final seats. “I take it he chose the good ending?” Drew asked Arthur with a laugh. “Oh yes… I have a feeling Jason here is going to have quite the trip of self-discovery.” The older man smiled put his hand on Jason’s thigh, who sheepishly looked away from the two across the aisle, his previously loud and brash demeanor now expelled and thrown away with his utterly demolished diaper, which was swiftly replaced with a nice and clean one. Jason still wasn’t exactly sure what an “Ay Bee Dee El” was… but the stirring from his boyhood made it hard to deny he was interested in finding out.
“Flight attendants prepare for takeoff.” The pilot called over the speakers. The plane began to move as it approached the runway. Noah and Drew looked at each other and smiled. If the convention was anything as eventful as the trip there, they were in for the time of their lives.
