Diaper Demo: Epilogue
As the sun set along the horizon of AJ’s fifth day of captivity, a slender, feminine figure slowly approached his display dressed in a navy blue pantsuit. Her high heels clacked loudly as she strutted up to the glass with a satisfied smirk. While this was far from her first time witnessing the demonstration firsthand, she’d made sure to keep her distance and only view from afar. However, being it was AJ’s last day pending a contract renewal, she figured she ought to get a close look at her first project before the fun was over.
“Hey there, AJ. Long time, no see,” teased Miriah as she tapped the glass to get AJ’s attention. Taking a step back, she gleefully observed as the once mature presenting male crawled up to the glass wearing a precious baby doll dress and two well-loaded diapers that were about as round as a yoga ball, “You did a phenomenal job this week. The attendees were very impressed and left you a ton of comment cards praising your performance.”
With his tongue hanging out of his mouth, AJ barely understood a word of what Miriah was saying. Unable to articulate much beyond incoherent babbling, he mumbled at his employer, a mix of anger and unrelenting pleasure fighting for his attention. His mind may not have been what it was but the real AJ was still in there, struggling to hang on. And now that he was so close to freedom, he had only two things on his mind: a strong desire to chew out Miriah for not telling him what the job would be and the overwhelming urge to drool over how pretty she was. He shuddered with pleasure just imagining her standing over him and kneeling against his hypermessy-NO! Shaking his head, he leaned forward and pressed his face against the glass in an attempt to signal his desire to leave.
“Aww, I knew you missed me,” said Miriah, completely misinterpreting AJ’s actions. She tapped her finger against the glass where AJ’s nose was, snickering at how silly he was behaving, “You sure you want me to let you out? You seem to be having a lot of fun in there.”
Struggling to push himself back up, the real AJ broke free from his mental stupor and frantically shook his head yes. Given how close he was to the end, he couldn’t afford to let his brain fog mess it up for him somehow. Unfortunately, the brain fog was the least of his worries as the exertion to climb back to an upright position had put too much strain on his abdomen. His tummy let out an inauspicious rumble; a foreboding sign of what was to come if he didn’t get out of the auto-nursery asap!
Having had her laugh at AJ’s expense, Miriah decided it was time to let him off the hook. “Head on over to the door. I’ll meet you around back,” she instructed before heading toward the service entrance. After a brief trip down a dimly lit hallway, she arrived at the lone entrance and exit for the display nursery. Given the time that they started on day one, the time lock should’ve gone off hours ago, admittedly squeezing a little unpaid overtime out of her main attraction. However, when she looked down at the timer on the lock, her heart skipped a beat.
04:25:18:32:44. Those were the fateful numbers displayed on the digital monitor. Four months, twenty-five days, eighteen hours, thirty-two minutes, and forty-four seconds. Miriah didn’t set the lock to five days. She accidentally set it to five months! Tapping through the various icons, she desperately began to search for some sort of manual override. Sadly, not even starting a fire would be enough to override the nursery’s locks as the space was basically one giant panic room. Failing to find a way to force the door open, the only potential option she had left was to call a CrissBaby technician and hope they could do something, but they wouldn’t be back in the office until Monday.
Returning to the display area with her head hung low, Miriah winced as she saw AJ kneeling patiently by the door, waiting for her to release him. Raising her hand slowly and shamefully, she knocked on the glass for a second time, getting AJ’s attention instantly. The guilt in her heart only grew as she watched him crawl back to the glass with a confused look on his face. Taking a deep breath, she decided to avoid prolonging the inevitable and went in to rip the band-aid off, “Listen, we may have a small issue with the time lock. It was supposed to only be set for five days but it somehow, through no fault of my own, got bumped up to five months. I know, scatter-brained Miri strikes again, right? Try not to panic, we can get someone to let you out here by Monday…probably.”
If the pacifier wasn’t attached to AJ’s head, it would’ve fallen to the floor from how wide his jaw dropped. “Mn! Mnmnmn! MNNNNNNN!” he screamed, his cries muffled by the paci gag. The nightmare was supposed to be over. He was supposed to get to go home with $50k burning a hole in his pocket. Now, they expected him to spend anywhere from three more days to another four and a half months in his own personal circle of hell.
PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!!!
As if this moment couldn’t get any worse for AJ, a rush of gas forced its way out of his rectum. To his dismay, ever since he’d guzzled down half a bottle of Liquid Laxatives, he had lost all control of his rear exit. Both gas and poop freely pushed through his bowels and into his diaper with no internal resistance whatsoever. Meanwhile, his bladder wasn’t fairing much better. After a week of forcing himself to let go of his padding, he was well on his way to diaper dependence.
hssssssssssssssss
bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Speaking of wetting, AJ’s sudden flatulence was all it took to trigger an unstoppable chain reaction. He didn’t even feel the need to pee coming on before he found himself adding more liquid to his mega-drenched nappies. As a result, his cage activated, sending mild vibrations through his genitalia. Regrettably, he didn’t need much beyond some light buzzing for his growth-deprived cock to mash itself against several rows of thin, metal bars.
Locking eyes with Miriah, AJ’s sex-riddled mind took control once again. Pushing his pelvis up against the pane of glass, he began to hump his invisible wall while using his employer as masturbation material. Deep down in the dark recesses of his brain, he knew what he was doing was wrong. Tragically, every bone in his body defied his wishes, pushing him to do increasingly lewd actions.
Taking a few steps back, Miriah covered her mouth, hiding not a look of horror but instead one of genuine excitement. In just five measly days, she’d taken a man with no prior ABDL experience and practically rewired his brain through pure osmosis. What had started as nothing more than a product demonstration had the potential to be far more than that. Ideas of how to perfect and expedite this kind of mental regression swirled around in her head. If she could do it to him, imagine what she could do for thousands of other people willing to pay top dollar for such a service. Embracing the power at her fingertips, she reapproached AJ and placed a dominant hand directly where his diaper-clad crotch was mooshed against the glass. “Good thing you look like you’re enjoying yourself,” she said, finding her own lacey underwear growing moist as she spoke, “Why don’t you show much how much you wish you could stay here forever by making a big stinky in your diapers for me right here and now?”
With his mind receding rapidly from reality, AJ could only make out a few keywords from Miriah’s seductive speech, those being “stay here forever” and “making a big stinky.” He giggled as his brain felt tickled by her melodious voice, wanting nothing more than to obey her every word. Clenching his fist tight, he grunted as he started to push.
BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRT!!!
BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!
It didn’t require much force for AJ to propel his touchy bowels into action, piling another load of fresh mud into his extremely bloated pampers. His face scrunched up as he squealed with delight at the pleasure that was overtaking his body and mind. Silencing the tiny voice in his head that told him everything about this situation was mortifying, he leaned into the new part of himself that couldn’t get enough of being messy and smelly and horny, in that order. With his mind already forming a link between going boom boom and making sissy squirties, it didn’t take long for his constricted dick to edge itself toward its first of many mind-blowing climaxes.
As AJ carried on without a care in the world, Miriah was busy sending out messages and making phone calls. “Give me a lab and a budget and I promise you, I will give you the secret to unbreakable mental regression in less than a year,” she said confidently, willing to put her reputation and career on the line for this opportunity. Looking back at AJ, she smiled and waved to the man who made this all possible, “Yes, of course. Thank you, Master. I swear, I won’t let you down.”
THE END?