Diaper Demo: Chapter 4

AJ’s eyes went wide as he bit down on his milk bottle’s nipple, causing the creamy liquid to dribble down his chin. Gone were the dull vibrations that came from wetting his diaper, replaced by a full-speed assault on his confined manhood. Suspended in the air by a pair of mechanical arms, he could do nothing but wiggle and writhe as jolts of pleasure spread outward from his genitals to his entire body. All the while, his diaper continued to explode outward as he helplessly pushed three days' worth of waste into the seat of his pampers. 

“WARNING: SUBJECT REFUSING TO NURSE. REFUSAL TO COMPLY WILL RESULT IN PUNISHMENT.” 

Having zero empathy for AJ’s present situation, the machine made it clear that if he didn’t start drinking again soon, he’d be in for far worse than just a messy diaper. Groaning as his libido rose to new heights, he willed his mouth to start sucking, guzzling down the warm, sweetened milk frantically and sporadically. Strangely enough, this only served to amplify his lust as a primal part of his body reacted to filling and being filled simultaneously. He moaned into the teet of the bottle, wishing that he could rip the muddy nappy from his body and go to town on his climax-deprived cock. 

Speaking of AJ’s cock, his little buddy was riding the line between pain and pleasure as his man meat strained against the thin, metal bars of his virgin knot. Unlike when he urinated, the vibrations emanating from the cage were anything but dull. It was as if someone was holding a Magic Wand to his junk and refusing to let up. His hips bucked and quivered wildly as he tried and failed to ground his ever-increasing arousal, aided by the sloppy muck that expanded his diaper and seeped through the cracks of his chastity device. 

Sadly, vibrations alone were not enough to bring on a climax, not that AJ was purposefully trying to cum in front of a viewing audience. His eyes darted to the glass panel, blushing as he stared into the eyes of dozens of onlookers, all of whom were getting off on what was happening to him. Averting his eyes for the sake of his pride, he decided to focus his attention on draining the bottle in his mouth, knowing that he’d receive neither a change nor sexual satisfaction until his feeding had concluded. 

Suckling from the bottle like his life depended on it, AJ's reality began to blur as the constant drinking and ceaseless buzzing combined to devastate his senses. Time became a distant memory, losing track of how long he’d been stuck in his position. It was only when the vibrator finally came to a halt that his conscious mind was able to make a comeback. He let out an agonizing sigh through his nose as his arms and pelvic region went limp. 

While he was at least thankful that the buzzing was over, AJ still had half a bottle to go, something that made his tummy gurgle in protest. He strained to swallow every gulp, doing everything in his power to keep from moving his body so as not to disturb the inhuman load that pressed against his butt cheeks. By the time his tongue felt a puff of air shoot through the nipple of the bottle, he could actively feel the liquid in his belly sloshing around with every slight movement. 

“NIGHTTIME BOTTLE COMPLETED. CHECKING DIAPER STATUS.” 

Exhaling a sigh of relief, AJ found himself excited for his routine diaper check. Surely, the machine had to sense that his diaper was a bloated disaster and administer a change immediately. At least, that’s what he thought. 

“USAGE LEVEL: 38.4%. SUBJECT IS NOT PERMITTED A DIAPER CHANGE. PREPARING PROPER SLEEPING ATTIRE.” 

“W-Wait, aren’t you gonna-MMMMMF!” said AJ, his words cut off yet again by the bulb of a paci-gag, preventing him from demanding a diaper change. He furrowed his brow, enraged by his revolting situation, as well as the series of chuckles aimed at him from his adoring fans. The nursery didn’t really expect him to sleep in his own filth, right? 

Unfortunately, that’s exactly what the nursery expected as the machine stripped him of his flouncy dress and replaced it with a silk, knee-length nightie. From there, it was rinse and repeat as the arms laid him down and swaddled him up. He cringed as his mess was smushed against his rear, intensified by the tightness of the blanket. He was forced to bite his lip as his gooey fecal matter oozed between his butt crack and piled into his cock cage.  

“SWADDLING COMPLETE. SWEET DREAMS, BABY GIRL.” 

The lights dimmed down, providing only enough light to create a silhouette of his figure from an outsider's perspective. AJ could do nothing but stew in his own soiled nappy and listen to the murmurs of his viewers fading into the distance. It may not have been his ideal situation but at least he got to be alone for a little while. 

Closing his eyes, AJ did his best to fall asleep but found himself unable to fall unconscious thanks to poop-filled padding constantly reminding him of its existence. After a few hours of fruitless attempts, he resigned himself to staring at the mobile overhead, his sole source of entertainment. 

Well, that wasn’t entirely true. Every so often, AJ felt a new twinge in his bladder that resulted in him eventually giving up and wetting himself. At first, he urinated as quickly as he could in an attempt to get the unwelcome vibrations over with. However, as more and more wettings occurred, he found himself idly trying to get himself off. After three and a half days of this nonsense, his sex drive was multiplying with each and every usage, aided by the weariness of his sleep-deprived mind. Lacking the willpower to control himself any longer, he found himself thrusting his hips against the taut fabric, searching for any way to relieve his horny tension. Tragically, the vibrations never lasted long enough and he wasn’t desperate enough to mess himself again in the middle of the night with no change in sight. 

As dawn rose on AJ’s fourth day, he whimpered as he waited impatiently for the nursery to deem that it was an appropriate time to wake him up. The sooner he was released from the nursery, the sooner he could add last night's meal and milk bottle to his already weighty load. Perhaps in the only instance of mercy given to him this week, it wasn’t long after light broke on the horizon that the nursery decided it was time for its baby to wake up. 

“GOOD MORNING, BABY GIRL,” said the nursery as it proceeded to remove him from the crib to begin prepping him for the day. After receiving a 47.1% usage level, he was promptly dressed in another darling sissy dress, this one white with pink polka dots, and fed his morning cocktail of baby food and milk without so much as a single protest. He hated to admit it but all of this was becoming scarily routine, finding no comfort in his knowledge that the less he fought back, the easier and quicker everything went. 

Left to his own devices in the playpen, AJ rolled onto his stomach so as to avoid mooshing his mushy diaper as much as possible. Sadly, this move had the adverse effect of putting pressure on the front of his diaper, fueling his eroticism under the duress of his intense drowsiness. “I jus wanna sleep,” he muttered, feeling so helpless that he could cry. The only thing keeping him from bursting into tears was the idea that it would only make him appear more babyish. 

Gritting his teeth around the teet of his pacifier, AJ knew what needed to be done. If he wanted to get out of his overused diaper, then he was going to have to use it again. Narrowing his gaze on the CrissBaby product display table, he climbed to his feet, which was quite a feat considering the extra weight around his waist, and toddled his way across the nursery. 

Staring down at the various kinds of laxatives and stool softeners he had at his disposal, AJ browsed through the options, searching for whichever one worked the fastest so he could get this over with. After a few minutes of perusing, he decided to take the CrissBaby Lightning Laxatives, which were supposed to work within five minutes ‘or your money back!’ Raising the fowl-scented liquid to his lips, he closed his eyes and tipped a shot glass worth of the stuff down his throat, gagging as the taste was exponentially worse than the smell. 

Within seconds, AJ could already feel his tummy beginning to bubble ominously, gurgling loud enough to echo all around the enclosed space. Members of the audience who had been keeping tabs on him for four days were suddenly whipped up into a frenzy as they rushed to take out their cell phones and crowded around the glass partition. 

AJ may have finally been giving his peanut gallery what they’d been craving since the curtains first parted but it was all for the greater good, at least that's what he told himself. In reality, he was terrified of what was coming. However, while his mind was racing with panic, his body was reacting far differently. His sore, confined phallus strained against the bars of his chastity as gaseous pressure began to build around his prostate. He slapped himself across the face and bit down hard on his tongue, attempting to stem the stimulation and failing at every turn. The last thing he wanted was to get aroused during this, and yet his manhood stood ready to betray his conscious thoughts at a moment’s notice. 

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!!! 

Widening his stance, AJ prepared himself for what was to come as his body forced out a long, wet fart. Overwhelming dizziness overtook him as he looked out at the dozens of eager eyes, feeling more akin to an ant trapped beneath the finger of a sadistic child. Amongst the sea of unfamiliar faces, he swore he saw Miriah’s face for a brief moment but was far too lightheaded to be able to check for sure. As his thoughts centered around the woman who was responsible for trapping him within an inescapable world of humiliation, the last of his internal defense crumbled, leaving the contents of his bowel with only one place to go. 

SPLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRCH!!! 

TO BE CONTINUED…