Date: Sun, 19 Aug 2007 20:23:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tony Myers <lil_tonyboy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Training my Diaper Bitch - Part 8

Warning: This story contains scenes of spankings, diapers, shaving and
non-consensual sex.  If such subjects are offensive, uninteresting to you
or if you are a minor in your country of residence please leave now. I
would also advise you that one should practice safe sex at all times and
not be careless like my fictional characters.

This work is copyrighted by the author and commercial use is prohibited
without a written permission. Personal/private copies are permitted only if
complete and if including the copyright notice.

As the author I would appreciate your comments -- pro and con, including
constructive criticism, suggestions or maybe just a short note if you find
this story worthy to be continued.

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Chapter 8

Today would be day. I couldn't believe it. The last two weeks had been pure
hell for me, not being able to see my Baby. Matt had only called me twice
to let me know that things were progressing as planned, but he never went
into detail. If I didn't know it before I knew it now: My best friend was
sick sadistic bastard. He wouldn't even give me a hint, just telling me
that soon everything would be as I wanted. I knew roughly how the treatment
was set up but it was hard to stay away, to deny myself the pleasure of
watching my pet receiving it.

Matt had gone through the details of the treatment beforehand, so at least
I could try to imagine how it would go. My Baby would be kept anesthetized
for the duration of his stay, keeping him immobilized to speed up the
healing. On the first day his body would be denuded, his scrotum would be
hooked up to a saline IV to enlarge it and he would receive the first
injections with a specially formulated compound that would induce an
inflammation of his balls making them swell up. This would be kept up for a
week to make the swelling permanent, the IV was necessary to enlarge his
sac for the new size testicles it had to house. To help the process along
he would be hooked up to a ball- stretcher which would have caused my pet
immense pain, had he not been knocked out.  At the same time a dilation
device was deeply inserted into his dick to prepare him for the tubing he
would need. The wand would be installed now, the piercing that was
necessary healed, and the tip of his shaft sporting a nice large ring to
hold the device in him. It was hooked up to a micro-battery Matt had
implanted that would provide a nice current that would keep my pet hard and
dripping all the time.  The other two piercings in his ass- crack were also
healed and would provide Baby with widely stretched ass-checks as they were
placed just above and under his hole. They prevented the clenching of his
cheeks and would keep him wonderfully exposed.

Another piece of art would be his tits. Yes, you heard right. My Baby had
received a hormone treatment that had resulted in two small lactating soft
mounds on top of his muscled chest. Decorated with two nice-sized rings
going through the tip of his now one inch nipples they would be a pleasure
to play with - but this would be saved for later.  Thinking about taking
him out to buy a training-bra and a breast-pump made me shudder with
excitement. I really wanted my Baby home with me now.

I was about to start chewing my nails when finally the phone rang.

"Matt?" I practically yelled into the phone.

"Well, somebody is sure impatient today. How have you been, Peter?"

"Cut the crap. Can he be picked up now?"

"Yes, he is waking up now and by the time you get here I will have finished
talking to him about the treatment."

I almost didn't hear the last few words; I was already gathering my stuff
and ran out of the door.

"Marcy, I'll be gone now, you know where to reach me. Take good care of
Charles and call me if you need help." The door slammed shut behind me and
I hurried to my car, anxious to finally take my Baby home.


"Welcome back, Mr. Walker, how do you feel?" Matt was gently smiling down
at my pet and checking his pulse.

"I feel a bit strange, Dr. Jackson." He blinked a couple of times trying to
clear his head.

"Albert will be here with your breakfast in a minute. While you eat I would
like to go over a couple of things regarding the treatment. Do you feel up
to that?"

"I will as soon as I had a cup of coffee helping me to wake up." He tried
to get himself up in sitting position, but somehow he couldn't.

"Stay down, Mr. Walker. You are still strapped down to prevent you from
hurting yourself. Baby looked down his body and saw his legs bend at the
knees, strapped into stirrups, the lower half of his body covered by a
sheet.

"You will be released into Mr. Townsend's care today. I want you to know
that over the last few days he did everything necessary to prepare his
house for you. Albert will be staying with you to give you necessary care
and training. And of course, I will be checking on you regularly."

The door opened and Albert came in carrying a tray with baby-bottles on
them.

"Good to see you awake, young man. I brought your breakfast." He took one
of the bottles and showed it to Baby.

"Ready for some coffee? I used these bottles because it will be easier for
you drinking while still lying down." The big male nurse shoved the soft
nipple between his lips and tilted the bottle up. Too surprised to say
anything, Baby just started sucking; his mouth had a real dry feel so he
sucked rather greedily.

"That's a good boy, empty that bottle for me, I got more for you." Albert
crooned over him like a mother. Meanwhile Matt had moved to the lower part
of the bed and started to examine Baby's crotch.

"This looks all very good down here, Albert, as soon as you're done feeding
him, you can diaper him up. Make sure you use enough of the pads, after a
couple of days in bed the expulsion should be really large. And make sure
to open the catheter before you tape him."

"Well Mr. Walker, I'm really happy about the results. If you stick closely
to the program I think your chances are good to regain control of your
muscles."

Baby was already sucking down his second bottle, this time filled with a
formula that they had used to feed him for the last two weeks. Of course it
was heavily laced with the laxative/diuretic mix to make sure he would have
fun on the ride home.

"I will give you some suppositories; it will make things a bit easier for
you. We don't want you to get constipated, do we?" With that he bent down
to his crotch and pushed three suppositories for extreme constipation deep
into his ass.

"Albert, please make sure that he finishes all the bottles, we can't have
Mr. Walker go hungry. I will go now and see if Mr. Townsend has already
arrived."  By now, Baby felt bloated and needed to pee badly.

"Albert, I need to piss. Really bad."

"You need to finish your breakfast first, as soon as you're done, I'll
drain you, alright?"  He ignored the discomfort showing on Baby's face and
started to feed him the next bottle.

My pet was so busy sucking on his bottle; he didn't even see me coming in.

"Hello my friend, how are you?" I stayed in the open door drinking in the
sight of him once more. Sucking on a baby-bottle, legs spread wide, his
crotch exposed in all of its nude glory, the metal tip of his polished
insert pointing at me, his large sac resting on the flat surface of the
mattress. His balls had the size of ripe plums and were positioned low in
his scrotum.

"Here let me do this, Albert, you can get him finished so that we can
leave." I walked slowly over to him and took the bottle out of Albert's
hand. I gently petted Baby's hair and smiled at him.

"Ready to go home?" He flashed me a small smile, sucking desperately. He
wanted to relieve his bladder. I gently pulled the empty bottle out of the
moist cavern of his mouth.

"I really need to piss badly." I knew he was.

"Just one more. Albert will have you diapered up in no time and then you
can go."

I gave him his last bottle while Albert got down between his legs and
started to stack the pads into a thick diaper, oiled and powdered him and
then opened the valve on the catheter before he taped the bulky contraption
shut. He loosened the straps on the stirrups and briskly massaged my pet's
legs who had closed his eyes in bliss as he felt the piss drain into the
diaper. That was the reaction I wanted each time he was allowed to pee.

I watched as Albert got out a pair of pink pull-up Olga-Diapers which added
considerably to the bulk around my Baby's waist. We had decided to use
these as an additional protection against leaking and they would prevent
Baby from wearing anything over it.  They were originally made for older
ladies suffering from incontinence, but we would use them because they were
made of five layers of thick flannel and if used overnight, a six-inch wide
and two-inch thick inflexible pad made of absorbent materials could be
inserted into the crotch, making sure the wearer had to keep his legs
spread. During the day we would leave the pad out, although if Baby
misbehaved I would take him out in public while wearing one. It would give
him that typical wide-stanced swagger of a toddler.

Albert and I helped him to stand up for the first time in two weeks. He was
a bit wobbly on his feet and slightly swayed against me.

"My penis feels so heavy," he tried to rub his hands over his crotch. "And
my ass feels like it's being pushed apart. Why is that?"

"You are not to touch yourself there that would interfere with the
treatment, just walk carefully." Albert guided his hand away from his
groin. I was glad to hear that even diapered up he was aware of something
being different. I couldn't wait for his reaction when we started with the
electric stimulation. Just thinking about it, made me want to take the
remote-control unit Matt had given me out of my pocket and start having
fun.

"That is the tubing Dr. Jackson put in. You need this to reactivate your
muscle-control." I held him pressed against me, while Albert went to get a
t-shirt and a robe for him. With my help we had him dressed in no time and
left the room. Baby was still very docile and pliable due to the drugs that
were still in his system. The effect should wear off within the next few
hours and he would be acutely aware of the on-goings again.

We stopped at Matt's office to tell him that we were leaving and to sign
the release forms.

"Mr. Walker, I have an outline of your further treatment prepared that I
want you to read when you're home. It explains why some things that will
seem weird to you will have to be done. Well, if anything comes up, give me
a call. I hope that together we will get you well again."

Albert took a large bag that Matt gave him while Baby and I were saying our
good-byes.  I didn't know what was in there and would have liked to asked,
but decided it would be better to wait until we got home.

"Peter, make sure he starts getting the protein-mix soon, he'll need it at
least three times a day right after he is cleaned out. I packed some meds
for you, Nurse Albert knows when and how to use them." Matt pointed to the
bag and smiled.


We walked to my car and made Baby sit in the back, while Albert got in the
front passenger seat. I was barely out of the driveway when Baby started to
squirm.

"What's wrong, Mr. Walker?" Albert turned around to look at him.

"I have a funny feeling in my stomach. It feels really strange..." he
couldn't even end the sentence when the tell-tale sounds of bowel-movement
could be heard.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry.... I had hoped it wouldn't happen again..." His face
was crimson and he grimaced a little as he obviously tried to stop himself
from shitting in his diaper.

"Take off your robe and put it under you on the seat. Don't try to hold it
in, it all needs to come out." I stopped at a gas-station and got out of
the car. I opened the back-door, making sure that the passing traffic would
have a clear view of the back-seat. Bending over my pet, I arranged him
lying down on the back-seat, with one leg on the rear window shelf and the
other on top of the back of my driver's seat.

"You better stay like this; it will make it easier for you to fill that
diaper. As soon as we're home, you're getting a shower and a nappy change."
I could tell that he didn't like my choice of words, but in his situation
there really wasn't much he could do about. It was rather nice watching him
swallowing down whatever remark he would have liked to make. I got back
behind the wheel and continued our drive home. It felt great seeing him in
such discomfort, his nicely tanned body stuck in a bulky pink diaper, his
legs obscenely spread and in good view for every car passing us. I decided
to prolong his suffering by taking a long detour, just because it was so
great watching him trying to bury his face with cheeks burning into the
backseat.


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