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Pokediaper! (Chapter 3)

Walking to Pallet town was beyond embarrassing. Every step of the way I had the gentle *crinkle**crinkle* of the thick diaper between my legs. It felt so alien to me. I was used to wearing dainty little panties and sexy thongs that were barely a scrap of fabric between my legs. This thick, padded diaper was a far cry from what I was used to.

Mom didn't really speak to me much after I had been diapered. She helped me pack my things and sent me on my way to Pallet from our house in Viridian. I'd been there a couple of times in the past to visit Aunt Delia and Cousin Ash, but that was when I was much younger. Despite living so close, only a trip through the forest away, my mother and I seemed to lose contact with them.

As I was walking through the forest, which was terrifying at the best of times, I heard a rustle from behind me. Vaporeon, who was walking alongside me, flared her fins and gave a low, throaty growl.
"Easy girl," I said, crouching down beside her and trying to look through the leaves for the source of the noise. "It could just be nothing."

"Layla!" Bug Catcher Rick shouted as he sprawled through the bushes, brandishing his net in his hands like a warrior with his spear. "I thought it was you."

My expression darkened.
"I thought the terms of our agreement were that you wouldn't speak to me ever again?" I said through bared teeth. I didn't really fancy putting up with this pervert's bullshit right now.
"Well, maybe I was just worried about you." He said slyly as he leant up against the tree in an attempt to be nonchalant. "I heard some commotion out here and thought I'd better check it out."
"Well," I huffed, mustering the angriest stare that I could. "You can go ahead and check out somewhere else. Piss off."

"Oh, Layla..." He purred, looking me up and down like he was drinking me in. "You have no idea where else I would love to check out..."
Before I could react, he had pounced at me and lifted up my skirt.

"No, Rick! Don't!" I squealed, trying my best to keep my skirt down, but it was too late. He'd already seen my puffy, white diaper. And his face was a picture.
"That's..." He gasped, dropping my skirt back down slowly and looking at me in disbelief. "That's a diaper..."

I grabbed my skirt and shuffled it back into place, my gaze burrowing into Rick.
"How very observant of you, Richard." I spat, squaring up to him while he cowered beneath me like the bug he was.
"I've been having bladder problems recently, so I've had to start wearing a diaper. That's why I had to run away after our battle. Is that a problem?"

Rick looked me up and down unsurely, beads of sweat running down his forehead.
"I...Urr... That's gross." He said before scarpering off into the darkness of the forest.

"Ha!" I laughed, pulling up my skirt and marvelling at the poofy butt beneath it. "So that's all it took to get rid of him!"  Vaporeon purred a little and skipped around my legs. No doubt happy to hear my laughter for the first time all day.

The rest of the walk was undisturbed, and soon I emerged from the woods into the small town of Pallet. It was a modest place, with only a small smattering of houses nestled in a bunch near the sea. I made my way over to the house next to what I remembered being professor Oak's lab.

"Hey there, Layla!" Delia cheered, opening the door before I even had a chance to knock. She enveloped me in a tight hug, shoving my face into her ample bosom, threatening to suffocate me with her titanic tits.
"My goodness!" She gasped, squeezing me even tighter. It didn't actually feel like she was wearing a bra underneath, and all I was experiencing was the supported flesh of her enormous breasts. "Look how you've grown!" She squealed.
"You seem rather big yourself..." I muttered dryly under my breath into her cleavage.
"Come in, come in." She fussed, taking my hand and leading me into her front room.
"Ash!" She hollered up the stairs. "Your cousin Layla is here!"

Vaporeon stood obediently at my side as Delia stroked her gently on the head. Shortly after, a boy came thundering down the stairs, wearing a blue jacket and a red and white hat.
"Ash," Delia said, "this is your cousin Layla."
"Hey Layla." He said bluntly, not even making eye contact with me.
"Hey Ash," I greeted, extending a hand towards him, but not even getting a hint of a reply back.
"Ash, can we have a word in the kitchen a second?" His mother huffed, before dragging him out of the room.

I was left on my own with Vaporeon, but my curiosity got the better of me. I put my ear towards the hallway and try to listen to their conversation.
"Now, honey, what was that all about?" Delia asked, sounding more sympathetic than angry.
"I don't want her here Mom," he huffed at her. "I don't want her to know my secret."
"Really?" His Mom sighed. "That's what this is about? Come with me." She said sternly, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him back into the front room. I hopped away from the door and tried to act none the wiser.
"Right you two," she announced, glaring at us both back and forth, making her ponytail flick wildly. "Obviously there is some tension here, due to your respective...problems. So I figure it will be best-" she yanked down my shirt before I could react. "-if we get everything-" she pulled down Ash's pants. "-out in the open."

As I desperately try to pull my skirt back up, as my thick white diaper is the only thing covering my lower half, I look up and notice Ash is wearing an identical diaper.
"So that's why Mom sent me here." I gasped, looking at Ash shyly trying to hide his diaper.

"You're used to looking after a teen diapers."

Oh to be Young!: Chapter Two

The journey to the Doctor's is long, and the car is filled with an unbearably awkward silence. I can feel my mother occasionally glancing my way nervously, probably wondering if I'm going to piss all over her car seats. Obviously, you and I know that won't happen without my say so.

I update my blog as I go. I took a picture of my pissy pink thong just before we left, and my followers are going mad for it!

"Come on, sweetie." My mom says as she gets out of the car. "Let's head inside." We've arrived.

When we get into the waiting room I can still feel my mother's gaze on me. I feel a little bit guilty about putting her through all this just so I can wear diapers freely, but my desire is just too strong to ignore. Drastic measures require drastic action.

"Jessica Hadley?" The nurse calls me to the Doctor's office after about ten minutes of my Mom nervously fiddling with her hands. I follow on behind her and try to look as downtrodden as I can.

I sit down in front of the Doctor, who calls us in warmly.
"Good morning, Miss Hadley," he greets. "And what can I do for you today?" He's a squat, porky little man with round spectacles on the end of his nose and thinning brown hair that's creeping back away from his forehead.
"Well, Doctor," my mother interjects before I can say anything. I keep my shoulders slunk and my head low. "My daughter has suddenly found herself without-" she clears her throat awkwardly. "-any bladder control. She wet the bed last night and has wet herself whilst walking about the house as well. I was wondering if you had any kind of prognosis."
"Well, Miss Hadley," he replies, not even making eye contact with my mother and instead looking intently at me. We can give you an X-Ray and look for any abnormalities there, but until then until we know the cause of your incontinence the most we can do is decrease the effects of the wettings."
"What does that mean?" I ask unsurely, although my heart is beating fast in my chest, hoping for the right answer.
"I'm afraid it will mean adult diapers for you, until we can determine the cause here." He says solemnly. I try to keep a grin from emerging and instead adopt a dejected, nervous look.

I look to Mom, who has her hand over her mouth in worry. She Is probably thinking how this will affect my life; my school life, my love life.

But in reality this would only affect what I wanted it to. She has no idea that I still have control over my bladder. I'm going to milk this as much as I can and get diapered 24/7!

As I think, the doctor goes out to a supply closet and returns with a cardboard box in his hands. I peek over the top of it and see it is full to the brim with white, crisp, poofy, crinkly adult diapers. I try not to giggle in excitement and give the doctor a hug. I can already feel my nether-regions getting warmer; wetter.

"Honey..." My mother says quietly. I can feel she's embarrassed on my behalf. "...I'm sorry, but this is all we can do for now."
"No..." I say, trying to seem as upset as I can. "No it's ok, I'd rather this than ruin anymore of my clothes."

My mother puts a hand on my shoulder in support. She can probably feel me trembling underneath her, but it's not from fear, it's from excitement.
"Thank you, Doctor." I say solemnly, taking the box off of him and looking down into it in 'disgust'.
"I'm sorry, Jess." He says with genuine remorse. "I wish I could do more for you in the mean time, but until I have some idea as to what's wrong, there's nothing else I can do."

*

The tests he discussed were just a small X-Ray and a urine sample, which takes no less than half an hour. After both of those have been conducted, Mom and I are on our way back home with a box of adult diapers on the back seat.

When we arrive home, the tension is unbearable. I contemplate taking the box straight upstairs, but my mother stops me.
"Right sweetie, I know this is awkward for you, and I know this maybe isn't how you wanted this to go, but I'm here to help you every step of the way." She smiles warmly and puts a hand on my shoulder before taking a diaper out of the box and unfolding it.
"Lay down one of those blankets, Jess. Let's just get this out of way."

Hold on. My mom is going to diaper me?! I shudder a little as I reluctantly; unsurely take one of the blankets from on top of the couch and lay it down on the floor. This was more than I could have hoped for. I envisaged me having to go upstairs and struggle into the diaper myself, but my mom was going to do it for me! I feel like such a baby.

Whilst my mom waits patiently with the diaper unfolded and ready, I pull down my skirt and panties, not really feeling too ashamed. With only me and my mother in the house it's not unusual for us to see each other naked now and then.

I lay down on the blanket and splay my legs a little. I've read enough stories and watched enough diaper porn to know the drill. I lift my butt a little and almost instantly my mother expertly slides the diaper underneath my peachy behind.
"And here was me thinking my days of diapering you were long gone." She laughs nervously, trying to break the tension. I try to look as fed up as I can, but inside I'm having a freaking party. My legs are quivering, but hopefully mom is just putting that down to nerves.

My mom pushes my legs down and lifts up the front of the diaper, covering up my pretty little pussy and making it twitch in anticipation. She tapes up the sides nice and tightly, making the diaper squeeze against my fleshy booty.
"There you go sweetie," she says as I sit up, trying not to giggle at the sensation of the padding beneath my pussy. "It's gonna take some getting used to."

I stand up and can't believe how good the bunched up padding feels  between my thighs. It makes me walk bow legged and makes it look like my butt is sticking out.
"Thanks for helping me, Mom." I say, before pulling my skirt up around my waist again. It does little to hide the padding underneath.

*

I blog a picture of me in my diaper almost instantly after I head upstairs. I can't get over how damn cute I look in it! I divulge how well my plan has gone to all my followers, and how after such a successful plan I was in diapers by the end of the day!

"Jess!" My mom calls from downstairs. I just finish drinking a load of water in my room ready to wet my diaper for the first time before I go to bed. But that's when I realise my phone wasn't up here, I'd left it downstairs.

As I head down the stairs apprehensively, I see my mother stood in the middle of the lounge, scrolling down my phone. When I reach the bottom step, she shows me the phone and I see my latest post on my blog.

"You have some explaining to do." She growls at me.

Oh to be Young!: Chapter One

I awake to the sound of my mother bustling away in the bathroom cleaning. It's later than I planned to get up, I should have been ready by now, but we have to make the best of the cards we're dealt. It's time to start the plan.

I concentrate as hard as I can, gripping the duvet in anticipation, and then I feel it. It's a trickle at first, slowly dribbling down my pussy, but it soon becomes a torrent. A torrent of piss that is soaking through my panties and begins to drench my mattress. I can feel it spreading beneath me: the warmness. It's intoxicating and addictive. I don't know why I never tried it before. This, however, is just the first step in my plan.

My plan to get back in diapers.

I try my best not to touch myself there and then as I feel my pulse racing and the sickly scent of my pee invades my nostrils.

The next step in my plan would be all about my acting. I lay there in my own piss for a good 20 minutes with the duvet thrown back so that my mother would be able to see it easily. When she finally comes in, everything goes just as I want it to.

"Jess." My mother says quietly, but urgently as she gently shakes me out of my 'sleep'.
"Jess, honey, you've wet the bed."
I slowly stir out of my fake slumber, convincingly rubbing my eyes and groaning.
"What?"
"Jess, you've wet the bed." My mother repeats, pulling my duvet off me completely and stripping it down.
"What do you mean?" I ask before looking down at my soaking wet crotch and the dark, drenched pyjama bottom that are clinging to my thighs, butt and pussy. I gasp dramatically, and pretend to start crying.
"There there, sweetie." My mother calms me, rubbing my back reassuringly.
"We all have accidents from time to time, just get changed out of those wet pyjamas and have yourself a nice hot shower, OK?"
"Ok, Mom." I sniffle, waiting for her to leave and then peeling off my sopping wet clothing with a grin plastered across my face.
"That's how it's done, Jess." I whisper to myself with glee. I chuck my wet panties and bottoms into the basket in the corner. I take off my top and let my round, 34DD breasts stand freely on their own.

I look at myself in the mirror and let out a little giggle. My brown hair dances down my shoulders in subtle curls that stopped just on top of my soft, pink nipples. From there, my curvy body and toned stomach run down to two wide, childbearing hips that carry my big white booty. My ass isn't huge or chubby, but firm and peachy. And very soon, it will be diapered.

After I finish showering, I put a fresh set of clothes on, including a pretty pink bra with a matching thong that creeps up sexily between my cheeks. However, I know it won't be staying sexy for long...

After I'm dressed, I sit down at my computer. The best part about my plan will be documenting it as I go. I have thousands of followers on tumblr, and they want to know how my plan is going!

'Mom took the bait, she thinks I'm a bed wetter! Now I just need to keep the shenanigans up and I'll be in diapers in no time!' And along with that I post a picture of the piss stain on my mattress.

I submit the post and head straight downstairs to see my mother. She doesn't mention the incident at all as I make my breakfast, but I do notice my pissy wet clothing whizzing around in the washing machine. Now all I need to do is instigate phase two of my plan.
"Sweetie, do you want to give me a hand with moving this stuff out of the basement?" my mother asks as I see her heave a large cardboard box up the basement stairs. This is gonna be just too perfect.

"Yeah, no worries, Mom." I say chirpily, practically skipping down the stairs to assist her. I pick up one of the smaller boxes out of the dark, dank basement and make my way up the stairs with it. I cant hide the grin that's forming across my face; ear to ear.

As I reach the door leading into the hallway, I stop. It takes all my concentration, more so because I have to make it look involuntary, but in less than a few seconds, I feel the oh so beautiful trickle of golden liquid down the inside of my thigh, spilling into my thong first, and then pouring over and soaking into my jeans. I gasp as it happens. The sensation of the hot liquid against my pussy and tickling my ass cheeks is overwhelming. But I've still got a show to do, I've still got to convince Mom that this is a 'problem',not just a result of my own exhibitionism.
"Mom!" I holler down the hallway, pulling at my jeans to get a good look at the dark, wet patch that's slowly forming between my legs. My pee has finished running down the inside of my legs and is now forming in a small puddle on the floor.

My mum thunders down the stairs after throwing down the box that she brought up from the basement.
"Sweetie, what's the matter?" She gasps as she shoots around the corner to me. Her expression softens when she sees me, and she gives out a heavy sigh.
"Mom," I say, faking some deliciously convincing tears. "It happened again."

My mother takes me into her arms, a big affectionate hug, although I can feel she's awkwardly trying not to make close contact with me for fear of getting her own clothes covered in her daughter's piss.
"Sweetie, I know you probably don't want to hear this," she says, holding me at arms length by my shoulders and looking deeply into my eyes with regret. "But we're gonna have to take you to the doctor's about this."

Result.

Pokediaper: Chapter Two

"Well I wouldn't believe it if I wasn't smelling the pissy panties with my own nose." Layla's mother scorned as Layla stood with her head lowered in shame before her in soaking wet jeans with blushing cheeks. She'd never felt so embarrassed in all her life.
"I thought this kind of stuff was behind us, Lay." Her mother said, the sharp edge to her voice softening a little as she saw her daughter in tears before her.

Her mother wasn't really angry, but she also didn't know what to do about her daughter's situation. This wasn't the first time Layla had wet herself, but it was the first time since she had moved to Viridian City, and was also the first time it had happened in public. In the past, Layla had mostly wet her bed, or soaked her slouching clothes when she got a little 'too relaxed'.

"What brought it on this time?" She asked her daughter, putting a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
Layla looked up at her mother with bleary eyes and red flushed cheeks.
"I won a Pokemon battle." Layla said, unable to hide the small hint of self-pride in her voice. "I took out that Bug Catcher creep who keeps lusting after me at school."

Despite the circumstance of Layla's victory, a smile crept across her mother's face.
"You're finally battling? Layla that's wonderful!" She beamed, wiping a tear off of her daughter's cheek. "It's nice to see you finally coming out of your shell a little more. It's a sign that you're growing up..." She paused while she looked over her daughter proudly. "...But this problem you've got, Lay." She added grimly, "We can't avoid it forever. We have to get you some help."
"What kind of help...?" Layla asked unsurely. She wasn't sure what to make of her mother's expression, but she knew it wasn't good. Exactly what did she have in mind? Tablets? Surgery?

"Go and have a shower. Change out of those wet panties and jeans. I need to make a quick phone call."

Layla made her way upstairs with Vaporeon following eagerly at her heels. She rubbed affectionately against Layla's leg as she got up to her bedroom.
"God, this is so cold." She winced as she peeled the soaking wet panties and jeans around her ankles, exposing her soaking wet butt and glistening pussy to the cold draft that was creeping in through the window. She stripped down and threw her bra to the floor, letting her bouncing breasts free from their prison, they maintained their perfect shape however.

*

The shower came as such a relief to Layla. The hot soapy water felt like it had washed away some of the embarrassment with her piss.
"Much better." She smiled as she put her bra back on and put on a fresh set of clothes.
She went downstairs to her mother, who was just hanging up the phone as Layla got there.
"Are you ready to come with me, sweetie?" She asked, taking her daughter's hand in her own and gesturing towards the car outside.

*

The car journey was surprisingly quiet, considering Layla had so many questions. Who was her mother speaking to on the phone? Where were they going? What was her mother planning?
Things became a bit more apparent when her mother pulled up at the Pokemon centre.

"Mom?" Layla asked unsurely. "What are we doing here?"
"Just trust me sweetie," her mother said as she got out of the car, arching her back a little as she stood up which emphasised her glorious booty. Layla took after her in most respects, especially in her massive, peachy backside.

"Hello, and welcome to the Viridian City Pokemon centre, how can I help you?" Nurse Joy asked with her usual overly-cheerful tone. Layla was careful as she walked in, as though she was afraid she'd set off some elaborate trap if she stepped wrong.

Nurse Joy leant over the counter with a beaming, rosey cheeked smile. Layla's mother stepped forward.
"Hey, Joy. I rang ahead about my daughter and her... Situation." She trailed off, not quite sure how else to describe what was going on with Layla.

Joy didn't break her smile, but instead turned to Layla and beamed even brighter.
"It's a pleasure to see you Layla, if you'd just like to follow me."
"Mom, what's going on?" Layla asked with genuine concern as she followed Joy behind the desk and to a door at the back of the lobby.
"It'll be ok sweetie, I've just gotta make another phone call."
"Don't you worry about a thing, Layla. I'm gonna get you all fixed up!" She said chirpily.

The room they were in was obviously where Pokemon (and sometimes people) were often treated. Hugging the three walls facing Layla were shelves with stacks upon stacks of medical supplies. Drugs, clothing, needles and the like.

Layla's heart sank when she saw the needles. She was terrified of needles.

"Layla, if you'd just like to take a seat on here please." Joy said, tapping a large operating table in the centre of the room. "But if you'd like to strip down for me first, it will make this much easier."

Shit. Layla thought, she's not going to operate on me, is she?

Reluctantly, and casting an unsure eye up to Joy every few seconds, Layla removed her clothes. She took particularly long in peeling off her panties and unclipping her bra. She didn't feel comfortable stripping down to her birthday suit in front of this stranger. Soon all she was wearing was the small patch of public hair above her pretty little pussy.

Layla hopped up onto the table under Nurse Joy's watchful eye.
"Right Layla, if you'd just like to lay back for me." Joy asked, whilst she started to rummage around on the shelves next to her.
"Restraints!" Joy hollered, and before Layla could react, four leather bands had shot up from within the table and wound themselves around her wrists and ankles, holding her down tightly.
"I'm sorry about the restraints Layla, it's just a precaution so that you don't lash out and I end up hurting you."

Layla couldn't see what Joy was up to, but she could hear the low hum of a machine as Joy began to work on her 'special region'.
"No! What are you doing?" Layla whimpered, imaging the enormous needle that Joy would no doubt be holding in her hand. Layla winced as she felt something make contact with her skin, something metal running up and down against the area above her vagina.
"Please!" Layla screamed, "just tell me what you're doing!"

Just as Layla was ready to scream again, Joy finished, and stood up straight with the electric razor in her hand.
"There we go." Joy smiled, giving Layla a light blow on the pussy to blow the hair away. Layla trembled a little at the sensation.
"You- you shaved me?" Layla asked, dumbfounded.
"Of course I did, sweetie." Joy smiled as though there was nothing strange about the situation as Layla lay there strapped to the table. "It'll make the next stage so much easier!"

What Nurse Joy produced next made Layla contort her face in disgust. Part of her actually wished she was just getting an injection. How would she ever live this down?

"Now Layla, I'm going to put you in this diaper for your own protection. Your mother says your wettings are far too frequent and heavy. You need something to take the strain and jeans and panties just don't do the job I'm afraid."
"There's no way in hell you're putting that thing on me..." Layla growled, but had little room to argue as she was so tightly restrained.
"I beg to differ, sweetie." Nurse Joy said darkly, unfolding the diaper. She took it in her hand and forced it under Layla's cheeks, making her jump a little and squeal.
"If you struggle it will only make this harder..." Joy said with a frown, expertly forcing the diaper around Layla's voluptuous behind and pretty pussy.
"Stop it! I hate it!" Layla whined as Joy finished taping the diaper on and gave her a little pat on the front.
"I'll just bring your mother in, Layla." She said as she left through the front door.

"Sweetie," her mother said as she came back in almost instantly. "I know this isn't ideal, but until we get your problem solved I want you to wear diapers."
"But- but Mom I'm a teenager, I'm not a baby."
"Yes, but despite being a teenager you still wet your panties on a regular basis. You can't keep living like this. But I've found someone who can possibly help you."
"Who?"
"I want you to go and stay with my cousin for a while: Delia Ketchum...

"...and her son, Ash."

Nurse Kate: Chapter Five

"What a naughty, silly little baby you are, Damon." Kate tutted as she placed a gentle hand on my shoulder. "Did you think I wouldn't find out? Did you think that somehow I wouldn't hear the plumbing shake throughout the entire house? And did it not occur to you that I might have you under surveillance whilst I'm looking after you?" She said, pointing up to a camera mounted in the top corner of the room.
"You're a silly little baby aren't you?" She laughed, stroking my cheek with her soft, gentle fingers. "But-" she added sharply, putting her hands on her hips. "-babies need to be punished when they're naughty, wouldn't you agree?"

I couldn't speak. I could feel my heart skipping in my chest and the redness flooding to my cheeks. She had so much control over me that escaping her clutches wasn't even worth thinking about. Without meaning to, I started to cry. Not a full on sob, but enough so that Kate could see the tears trickling down my cheeks.
"There there, baby." She cooed, taking me in her arms and pulling me into her ample bosom. My face was resting against the soft, supple flesh of her breasts.
"Now, mommy has thought of an appropriate punishment for you, but you have to be a big boy and take what's coming to you, you understand me?"

I nodded with a sniffle, enjoying the comfortable hideaway I had made in Kate's cleavage.
"There's a good boy." She smiled warmly.

"Now, as it has probably occurred to you, it is Sunday. Which means its Monday tomorrow, and you should have school. I was going to say you can get changed into your nappy when you get home, but as you betrayed me like you did just now, I think you can wear your nappies to school for a week and then see how much you want to disobey Mommy then!"

I withdrew my head from Kate's cleavage and looked at her in disgust.
"I can't wear these nappies to school at all, let alone for a week!"
"Well your internet history says otherwise. I think you'll like it." She laughed, sitting me down in my cradle and stroking my hair. She played with it between her fingers.
"But for talking back at mommy like that, I think baby needs another punishment."
I eyed her warily, and tried to hold a steady gaze. But my poker face soon wavered, and I cowered underneath Kate's domineering stare.

"I'm going to do to you what I used to do to my younger sister when she was naughty." Kate announced as she took a seat next to the crib. She took me harshly by the arm and pulled me over her lap.
"Take this like a man, Damon." She purred, stroking my little poofy butt and squeezing my cheeks in her hand. I could tell she loved the feel of my diaper against her hand, it made her feel so powerful over me.
"Now little baby Damon, I'm going to spank you. Nice and hard. Do you understand me?"

I started to wriggle under Kate's vice-like grip. I couldn't believe that such gentle hands, capable of being so soft and caring, could be so horrendously strong.
"This is what happens to naughty babies who don't listen to mommy."  She said with a delicious silkiness to her voice. I knew I was being punished, but I could still feel an erection growing in my diaper.
"Looks like baby is enjoying his punishment more than he lets on." She said, no doubt feeling my member pressing in between her thighs.

WHACK!

The sharp smack across my diapered butt made me yelp slightly, jumping under Kate's touch. She giggled, the giggle of a little girl, not a full grown woman. She drew her hand back again and slapped my ass again as hard as she could. I yelped again, already feeling my ass getting redder beneath my crinkly protection (in both senses of the word, it was offering me a little padding against Kate's onslaught!)

"Do you feel like you're learning a lesson, little baby?" Kate hissed through her teeth, right in my ear. I could feel her breath on my skin and it made me shudder. I felt so weak against her.

I was a teenage boy, and not a small boy at that. If I wanted to, I could pin this woman down and overpower her easily. But did I really want to? Either Kate was asserting a strong mental dominance over me that made me afraid to fight back, or I was enjoying this...

And both answers terrified me.

"Hmm..." Kate mused, as she looked over her prey, eyeing me like a prize she was about to consume. "I still feel baby doesn't realise the depth of what he did. He needs harsher punishment." She said matter of factly.

Without warning, Kate grabbed the back of my diaper by the waistband and gave it a sharp pull downwards, ripping it off my body and leaving me bent over her lap with my bare ass exposed to her.

"Yes..." She laughed mischievously.

WHACK!

"...much better." She said as she rubbed her hand against the slowly emerging red hand print on my bare backside.

Tears were running down my cheeks now, and dripping onto Kate's outer thigh as she administered another WHACK! To my behind.
"Please, Kate! Please stop!" I cried as she started to rub his behind again.

"Oh no, little man." She said darkly, whispering in my ear again. "Did you forget to call me 'mommy' again?"

Kate continued to rub her hand up and down my butt, caressing it, soothing the soft sting of her spanking that she had so expertly administered.
I gasped as Kate slid her hand up to my balls and lightly cradled them in her hand.
"Don't. Ever. Use my name again." She growled as she squeezed my balls in her hand, making me squeal and writhe under her touch; under her dominance. I could feel an aching sickness rising in my stomach from the pain.

"I own you, little boy." Kate said, giving me a sharp tug on the testicles.

"And don't you ever forget it."

Nurse Kate: Chapter Four

Chapter Four

"Now, Baby." Kate smiles as I writhe around beneath my shackles. The pain in my balls has risen to my stomach.
"How are you enjoying your nappy?" Kate grabs my balls through the thick plastic of the nappy and gives them a good hard squeeze. The pleasure in her eyes is evident. She's loving this; having a little baby boy at her mercy. I'm starting to wonder whether my mother really organised this. Kate seems to be having to much fun, not that I wasn't of course. This had been my dream since I had been taken out of nappies, but now that I'm back in them with this wannabe dominatrix overseeing my care, I'm fearful of what else might happen.
"Yes, Nurse." I say, and before the words have barely escaped my mouth I get a sharp slap across the face and with her other hand my balls are given a sharp squeeze and a tug.
"I'm no longer your nurse, baby boy. From now on, you will address me as Mommy."
"Yes...Mommy." I say reluctantly.
"There we go." She beams ruffling my hair with her hand. "That's much better. Now Mommy has got some work to do, so she's going to let you go now and put you in your crib for nap nap." She says, gesturing over at the adult sized crib in the corner of the room. I can't believe how different the basement looks now. The walls are plastered with teddy bear print and bright blue and pink, a massive change from the dark dingy place it was before.

"If baby needs to wet his nappy," Kate says, lightly stroking the front of my nappy before undoing to handcuffs around my wrists. "Then he has to tell Mommy. Baby isn't allowed to use the toilet, and if he does then he will be in a world of trouble. Does baby understand?"
I nod and then sit up, half enjoying the thick padding beneath my butt. It makes me feel about 2 years old, and with this beautiful young woman stood before me, I feel smaller than a baby and twice as ridiculous as one.
"Let's get baby to bed then." She smiles, taking my hand and leading me over to the crib.
"But it's not even night time yet." I argue, frowning so deeply I can feel the wrinkles in my brow.
"Don't argue with me, baby." Kate replies, eyeing me darkly. I don't fancy another smack to the balls so with a huff and a grumble I crawl into the crib.

Once I'm in there, I realise quite how comfy it is. I can feel that the mattress beneath me is covered in plastic, but wrapped around it is a thick fluffy blanket that feels like warm fur. Kate sits me up and puts a pale blue t-shirt over my head with a Pikachu on the front. I feel like a bit of a fool sat in front of her as I'm wearing nothing but a big baby nappy, but she gives me a reassuring, warm smile as she leans me back down in the crib and puts my blanket over me. I feel safe, and warm and protected, like nothing can hurt me as long as I've got Nurse Kate looking after me.
"Sweet dreams, little baby." She says softly as she pulls up the bars of the crib, sealing me in and making me feel even tinier, even more helpless and even more dependant.

*

Kate leaves me in the darkness after she goes, with a small blue nightlight in the corner that emits a soft glow that barely touched the edges of the room. After a few hours (or what I assume is a few hours) I feel a pressure building in my bladder. It isn't much, but it's enough to be uncomfortable. It soon becomes an ache in my belly, and I figure something has to be done about it before it turns into real pain.

Kate told me that I wasn't allowed to use the toilet, but I still reckon I can get away with it. She had said she was going out to do some work, and this is a frickin big house. Chances are she would still be a while yet. There was no way I'd be giving her the satisfaction of seeing me in a soggy, wet nappy. I still held the cards here, whether she liked it or not.

As quietly as I could, I slid down the bars to my crib and crept across the basement, being mindful of creaky floorboards, as well as the creaky steps as I made my way up to the door. Bearing in mind how big my house is, I'm treading extremely carefully. I don't know where in this house Kate is staying, but I do know that all the bedrooms are on the second level, where the toilet is barely ten feet away from the door to the basement. Without dwelling on it for too long, I shoot across to the bathroom door and sneak in.

It's utter relief once I get in there. It's a struggle, but I undo the top two tabs of my nappy and peek my penis over the top. I go for ages, not realising quite how long I'd been holding it. I give out a sigh, whilst trying not to be too loud. I dread to think what Kate will do to me if she catches me...

When I'm done, I tab my diaper back up as best I can and smile smugly to myself. I beat her. I beat her at her own game.

That is, until I remember the pool of yellow liquid that's still there in the toilet. If I flush it, it'll echo throughout the entire house, and if she is here somewhere then it'll practically be an alarm for her.
"Shit..." I curse under my breath. If I leave it there she'll definitely know I went against her wishes. But if I flush it, and she's in the house, I might as well be shouting in her face that I didn't use my diapers.

What do I do?

I must have been there for a lifetime, looking towards the door, then back to the toilet, then back to the door again. Then suddenly, without a single sane thought going through my head, I hit the flush and run.

I fly out the bathroom before I hear the flush go properly, but when it does it practically shakes the whole bottom floor. I cringe as I hear the noise and my blood turns to ice. She's going to kill me if she's here. I want to hesitate, to double take, to turn around and see whether she turns up, but I don't risk it. There's no time to lose, and before I even know it's happened I sprint down the stairs and am back in my nursery.

"What's the matter, baby?" Kate asks as she leans casually on the bars of the empty crib. "Are Mommy's Nappies not good enough for you?"