Daily Free-Write January 11, 2021

Continuation of December 11, 2020 “Shiny Rubber Diaper Humper”

So there he was on the naughty stool, his mitts secured behind his back, doing his best to keep elevate himself from the large stretching plug that threatened to invade his back entrance. And the plug was winning. All it had taken was a little zip of a hidden zipper under his shiny vinyl pony diapers and he was instantly open to all comers. And this was a big one. A cone shaped contraption designed to spread the wearer wider and wider the further they fell. Beads of sweat dripped from his head landing on the rubber flooring beneath him. Every movement elicited another squeak of rubber rubbing against rubber. How long had he been here? 20, maybe 30 minutes? It was hard to tell. There were no visible clocks on the wall of the naughty corner. Only a row of sweating, groaning adult infants being punished – or pleasured – for their transgressions.

That’s what this was really about after all. Training him to find pleasure in new ways. He’d heard his wife say it herself as she discussed his situation with Davey the founder. An unfit husband who couldn’t even get his little peepee to work properly. That’s okay, said Davey, he wasn’t meant to be on top. He would be trained to please his wife in other ways. Clearly this was one of them.

He looked to his right, where an assistant was securing yet another person who had broken the rules to a naughty stool. The poor man had held out just a little longer than him before he fell into one of the many traps in the daycare that would inevitably make him cream his pampers. And so, he had been sat on the next open stool with the next size up of plug. The man began to sweat as he was forced to stay on his tippy toes to avoid being impaled by the gargantuan toy.

How could he win? The sooner he broke the rules, the sooner and more often he would be sent to the naughty chairs to have his hole stretched, but the longer he held out, the more intense the punishment would be when he did. And as far as he could tell, everyone ended up on the naughty stool sooner or later.

“Hnnnggg….I… I feel like I have to pee!” he yelled out to whoever would listen.

“That’s it, little boy,” said the assistant who had just finished securing his neighbor. “You’re getting a paci gag!”

“Please! I feel like I have to- mmmf!”

A shiny blue yellow and red pacifuer gag muffled his protests, stuffing his mouth with its oversized latex teat.

“You’ve still got your nice pretty diapers on. They’re not going anywhere. And if you leak, we can just wipe it off. You’ll learn not to worry about such things anymore. That will be our responsibility.”

He moaned into the gag as his legs gave out and the cone stretched him wider.

“That’s it, that’s a good boy,” the assistant said with a smile as she petted his head, “just relax.”

He squeezed his eyes shut and grunted into his oversized pacifier as he was stretched even wider. The strain forced him to empty his bladder into the front of his thirsty diapers. The diapers had reached the limit, and urine spattered the ground announcing his defeat as his butt cheeks finally came to rest on the stool. He was shocked by the sound of applause behind him. He had no idea he had gathered an audience, but as he was spun around, he saw that a crowd had gathered – of both assistants clapping their long rubber gloves, and big babies bopping their mitts. Squeak Squeak. Clap Clap. Poom Poom.

“Everybody welcome the newest member of Davey’s daycare! Baby Bear BumbleBottom!”

Everyone cheered and giggled at the silly name, and he managed a shy wave even as he winced at the stretched feeling in his behind.

“Now let’s all give him a hand!”

He was lifted off the the naughty chair and bent over so everyone could give his poofy bottom a smack. It didn’t really hurt but it sure was embarrassing. Still, he had done it. He had gotten through his first naughty time, and he was allowed back off to play.

“Well, no use putting that progress to waste!” said the assistant. “Let’s put you on the horsie ride!”

His eyes bulged as she brought him back to his favorite rocking horse. Only now it was outfitted with a large flared dildo.

By the time his wife came to pick him up, he was was a bowl of jello. He had basically gotten a very intense massage, though not on his back.

“Come on dear, time to take you home. I’ve got the guest room all set up as your nursery, and I hope you trained well because mommy wants to use her new strap-on toy on her little boy as soon as we get home!”

He whimpered, but he was already getting hard thinking about it. This was much better than trying to be a man.