As I sprinted down the endless labyrinthine hallways looking for an exit, I could hear the menacing click of a pair of high heels growing ever closer. Another turn and another long corridor of identical doors. Try as I might to run faster, I felt my legs grow stiff and bow legged. It felt like I was running in molasses. Damn these legs why can’t I go any faster?
Faster! My legs felt so slow and uncoordinated. I felt weighed down.
I rounded another corner and ran smack into a dead end. No, this couldn’t be it. I had to escape! Suddenly I felt a firm hand on my wrist. I tried to jerk away and—
—felt the immediate tug of my leather car seat restraints, refusing to give my mittened hand any room to wander. My drowsy eyes blinked open and began to adjust. I was in the back of mommy’s SUV, strapped in tight. I felt a dryness in my mouth and gulped hard around the massive pacifier clipped to my shirt, choking a bit on the round rubber bulb tickling the entrance of my throat. As I did, I heard the faint pitter patter of dripping liquid as drool escaped my stuffed lips to land in my lap on the plastic of my damp, swollen diaper and the fat buckle pushing it further into my crotch. An overjoyed Barney peeked out from under the strap, jeering up at me, mocking my pitiful state. I squirmed in my padded prison seat and tried to get comfortable, which proved exceedingly difficult with straps at my wrists, ankles and crotch. I glanced into the rear view mirror to see my beautiful mommy, eyes diligently fixed on the road.
“Looks like someone was having a fun dream! Did you have a good nap baby?” Came a sing-song trill from the seat next to me. Ugh, for a moment I had forgotten Emily had gone out shopping with us. Grocery shopping was always a nightmare but especially with the babysitter all too eagerly chiming in to help pick out wipes and disgusting new flavors of baby food, loudly drawing attention to the oversized toddler being pushed through the aisles. She leaned in close to my car seat, threw up a peace sign and mugged for her cell phone which she raised in her left hand for a quick selfie. Fast as I could, I ducked my head to hide my face from the camera, not that it really mattered any more.
As Emily returned to sitting up straight, clacking away on her phone, I began to squirm in my car seat, my tummy letting out a low ominous rumble. I spat out my pacifier, watching it clank into my lap still glistening with spit, and meekly asked, “mommy how long until we’re home?”
“Just a bit longer sweetie,” she purred, looking back at me through the rear view. “Unless… I feel like we’re missing something…”
My tummy gurgled again, this time louder and more violently, catching the attention of Emily who looked up from her phone with a start.
“Maybe let’s hurry up a bit? I’ve got a date tonight and not that I don’t love spending time with you and this lil cutie, I’ve gotta get home and shower!” She said with a forced cheer, playfully pinching my cheek. Truthfully, both of us in the backseat knew what was coming and for as many times as Emily had babysat me, neither of us were particularly excited for what was about to come next.
“Alright, alright! I’m going!” Mommy replied, chuckling and likely not understanding the urgency we were now under.
My tummy bubbled again and I squinted my eyes shut in discomfort. “Hold it,” came a sharp whisper to my left, “the last thing I want to do is to spend my afternoon wiping that filthy little bottom of yours.”
It’s true that Emily had changed her fair share of my messy diapers, but it wasn’t an activity that either of us relished. I don’t know what I expected the first time she babysat me, maybe too many years of porn and sexy babysitter fantasies had poisoned my brain, but I will never forget the first time she had me flat on my back, shirtless on the changing table, the cleavage of her breasts proudly on display in the lowcut neckline of her shirt, as she slowly peeled open my wet diaper to find my erect cock staring expectantly back at her. Again, I don’t know what I expected but in that moment I had given her “the look” and regretted it instantly as she just laughed and laughed, and I wished that I could sink deep into the padded plastic of the changing table. And that was only a wet one! Ever since then, I’ve hated any time she’s had to change me when messy, or when caged, or really any time at all. Not that there is any semblance of anything that I’d call “manly” left in my life, but it’s always felt more emasculating with her.
Gingerly, I looked to her and started to nod before another cramp overtook me. “I know,” she whispered again, coyly, “what if I helped take your mind off it?” My eyes lit up. She couldn’t mean… and then she was reaching her perfectly soft hand, snaking it under the car seat straps, and gave the bulging white plastic enveloping my crotch a squeeze. Immediately, my cock once again sprang to life. This was happening! Porn was right! Maybe not how I expected it, but I might get to cum all the same!
All while pretending to look ahead at her phone, Emily slowly and quietly began to massage the front of my diaper, sending incredible sensations through the absorbent padding that had me bucking gently in return. I looked down at her hand, at my fat white diaper forcing my legs apart, and at my pale legs, my feet unconsciously kicking in their socks and velcro sneakers, and if I had been paying attention, I would have seen a pair of knowing eyes looking back at me through the rear view mirror. As the wet massaging sensation overtook me and I got lost in the building pleasure, I continued to rhythmically suck on the bulbous pacifier in my mouth, and felt my eyelids begin to droop until…
“Eugh!” Came Emily’s sudden, annoyed cry, “you gross little baby you drooled on me!” My eyes shot open just as she ripped her hand away from my crotch and began wiping it on my shirt. I had been so close! Devastated over my ruined orgasm, I let out a loud groan into my paci, and just as I did, I felt the cramps return with a vengeance. Though my control these days was now practically non-existent, to this point I at least had the assistance of sitting down, but even that wasn’t going to save me now. Pitifully, I groaned as I felt the floodgates of my bowels open up and force their way into the seat of my pants. I grunted and whimpered helplessly as every available crevice filled with foul mush, and just when I thought I was done, one last cramp sent one final wave pouring out of me and pooling further up my back and throughout my crotch.
“Oh. My. God.” I heard Emily say, though I dare not look at her face. I shifted uncomfortably to assess the damage and shuddered at the realization of what just happened. A blowout. The elastic leg gathers of my diaper had browned significantly, some poop even visibly smeared on my inner thigh, and though I couldn’t see it, I could tell my lower back and taken the brunt of the damage and could only pray that my shirt wasn’t too obviously ruined.
“Everything alright back there?” came mommy’s sing-song voice, “I heard someone being a squirmy wormy!” She looked back, took a quick read of the situation, and with an exaggerated “oh my,” she rolled down the windows.
“Ugh, thanks Sarah, turns out ‘Baby Poo-luga’ can’t hold it like a big boy.” Emily said with a sneer, clearly anxious to be rid of me. “Wait, I thought you said we were going home?”
I looked at the now open window to see that at some point during Emily’s ministrations we had turned back towards the shopping district. “Mommy,” I said as I worriedly spat out my pacifier, “I want to go home, please can we go home?”
“Oh don’t be silly, I just forgot something, it’ll only take a moment, what is a big baby like you in such a rush for anyway?”
“I need a changie…” I said timidly.
“What was that?” She replied.
“I want my diaper changed please mommy!” I replied louder.
“Aww what a polite baby! But it can wait until we get there.”
“No, no, no, NO!” I started to wail and kick my feet, at least as best as the restraints would allow.
“Yeah girl, you need to get home and get this hazard cleaned up ASAP!” Emily chimed in.
“Alright, alright, see? We’re here.” Mommy said as the SUV pulled into a space in a packed mall parking lot. “I realized I had forgot to hit the pharmacy for some of the baby’s meds. Emily, sorry about the date but hopefully he doesn’t mind waiting a little longer. Can you take care of Benny in the meantime? I’ll be just a minute.”
A chill ran down my spine. I hated any and all public diaper changes but there was something especially babyish about getting changed in the trunk bed of the car, exposed to any wandering shopper. But I was desperate to get out of this reeking diaper, and it’s not like I had much of a say in the matter anyway. With that, mommy got out of the car, and with a great roll of her eyes Emily followed suit, only to reappear at my door, unstrapping me latch by latch. While mommy went to get something out of the front passenger seat, Emily set about leading me, bowlegged and delicate, to lay me down in the open trunk atop my pastel changing mat. Grumbling all the while, she began pulling supplies out my ever handy diaper bag until mommy reappeared at the trunk holding her purse and beaming.
“Right, I’ll just be a minute. Emily, you’re a dear. Benny, don’t put up any fuss for your babysitter and be sure to thank her for changing your poopy diapers mister! And Emily, maybe a little dose of this is in order to prevent any future… mishaps.” Mommy said with a wink, handing something to Emily before sauntering off through the parking lot.
Gagging a little, but with all the efficiency and care of a true professional, Emily set about untaping my diaper, lifting my ankles and wiping my mess away, while I sucked on my pacifier, looked at the car ceiling and hoped no one could see (or smell) me. And just as I began to get lost in the light breeze of the parking lot, and the simple pleasure of getting out of a messy diaper, I felt a sudden forceful intrusion at my backside and realized what mommy had given Emily. Feeling betrayed I whipped my head around and caught one last glimpse of mommy before she vanished from sight, and saw her pressing a few things on her phone.
And just as Emily was finished powdering me and pulling the front panel of the new diaper up between my legs to be taped, I felt the violating plug in my bottom spring to life.
“Ugh, you little brat, she lets you get away with anything,” I heard my annoyed babysitter say as the buzzy went to work. But in that moment, as my toes began to curl, I wasn’t really listening.
