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Diaper Punished by Aunt Myra and the Cousins — Part 5
🕑 Added 2023-09-20 00:00:01 +0000 UTC
The following story contains adult content and is intended only for adult readers over the age of 18. Any characters depicted in adult situations are over the age of 18. This story is entirely fictional and has been written and shared for entertainment purposes only.
Jordan squirmed as he helplessly flooded his diaper—his head still firmly held against his Aunt’s breasts, his lips still nervously suckling on the baby bottle in his mouth, and his short wiener still rock-hard from his cousin Lilly’s hand wrapped around it inside his diaper, to his absolute horror.
Hissssssssssssssssss…
He wanted to cry out as he felt his hot stream spray into his cousin’s bare hand inside his diaper. But his Aunt deftly stifled his cry by shoving the baby bottle deeper into his mouth and squeezing him tighter against her breasts, as if expertly shushing a fussy baby.
Therefore, Jordan couldn’t see Lilly’s reaction as he started covering her bare hand in his piss. All he could do was feel her hand jolt back out the top of the waistband of his diaper in shock. Then, he felt her reflexively hold the waistband of Jordan’s diaper tightly down against his stomach, wisely helping to keep the firehose of piss suddenly spraying inside Jordan’s diaper from shooting out the top, due to his hard on.
Hissssssssssssssssssssssssssssss…
And while the loud music of Beauty and the Beast still playing on the TV made it hard for Jordan to hear, he was pretty sure he heard Lilly make a small but utterly visceral sound of sheer disgust and betrayal the second she figured out what was happening and yanked her hand away from his penis.
It was a subtle sound… but soul-shattering none the less, as it confirmed for Jordan that the nightmarish scenario he feared was indeed actually taking place. That is, while the cousin he just realized he was practically in love with was trying to touch his dick… he instead chose to utterly flood his diaper instead, drenching her hand.
Hisssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss…
Jordan felt like he wanted to cry as he felt his humiliating, crinkly diaper immediately start absorbing his hot pee, the crotch of his diaper quickly becoming hot, wet, and mushy as he continued emptying his bladder with full force.
He couldn’t help but start softly moaning from the cascade of swirling, conflicting sensations.
There was an undeniable wave of near euphoria…
From the indescribable relief of finally emptying his painfully full bladder. The strange, sensual thrill of feeling his diaper’s padding grow wet and heavy around his hard penis and throbbing, tiny testicles. The hot pool of his filthy urine spraying all over his rod, dribbling downward, and pooling around his anus and butt cheeks. And the fact that he was still physically touching Lilly while it all happened, the girl who he suddenly realized was the crush of his life, who was currently squeezing the top and front of his rapidly yellow-ing diaper with her incredible, feminine hands, right under the blanket.
And at the same time, an undeniable, competing wave of sensual and emotional dysphoria…
The way his face was pressed against his domineering Aunt Myra’s breasts while his cock pulsated with an involuntary, shameful boner—a perverse sensation that only amplified his self-consciousness over his perverse feelings for his cousin. The feeling of helplessly wetting himself like a baby in his diaper, while the squirting of the sickly-sweet, lukewarm milk continued spraying into the back of his throat while he suckled, both liquids feeling bizarrely combined with their disgusting, shameful, babyish qualities. The fact that Lilly was no doubt being filled with unspeakable levels of disgust and disappointment in Jordan while she felt him helplessly pissing himself like a baby in her hands yet again, right after he even pissed on her, no doubt confirming her worst fears and dislikes toward him.
And suddenly, most unpleasant of all, was the furiously roiling storm he felt swirling bigger and more painfully by the second in the depths of his guts, filling him with a sudden painful urge to still run to a toilet… even while he finished draining every last drop of pee from his bladder.
Hisssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss… Hisssssss… Hisss.
Finally, his bladder was empty. Jordan gasped for breath around the nipple of the baby bottle in his mouth, his face dripping with sweat, his diaper soaked and stinking of fresh urine.
Jordan’s eyes then widened with shock and shame as he suddenly felt Lilly wiping her urine-soaked hand on Jordan’s bare thighs.
He knew it was fair game. What he just did to her was gross to the extreme, pissing all over her hand. Of course, it was only fair she wipe it off on him.
And yet… he could just feel from just the way she rubbed her piss-covered hand on him, that she was suddenly disgusted by him, and she wanted him to know it. Like she was sticking a dog’s nose in its wet mess. Or at least that’s how it truly felt.
Jordan desperately wished he could sit up enough to look at her, to mouth her an apology… something! But his Aunt kept his head locked against her chest, forcing him to spend the next ten to fifteen minutes blushing in quiet shame as he felt his soaked, pee-drenched diaper slowly cooling around his groin and bottom.
The worst part was, soon after Lilly wiped her piss soaked hand on his thigh, Jordan felt her move away from him on the couch, abruptly stuffing the blanket between them as an unspoken barrier.
Jordan began to tear up as Beauty and the Beast continued playing on the TV. Now, watching the romance of Belle and the Beast felt like a shameful dagger to the heart, as he realized he most likely just ruined his chances with Lilly in the most pathetic, embarrassing way.
In fact, the small act of distance with the blanket felt so dramatic, Jordan soon felt himself unable to even try looking Lilly in the eyes again, unable to bear facing the look of disappointment and revulsion he now imagined on her face.
He even began averting his eyes with shame and fear from Lilly when his Aunt declared to Jordan a short time later, “Alright, stinker, you can finish your bottle sitting up again, since you’ve been such a good boy,” and helped Jordan sit back up on the couch, allowing him to take his hands out from behind his back to hold his bottle.
Jordan quietly nursed his bottle sitting up between his Aunt and Lilly, trying to be perfectly still and quiet and focus on the TV for the rest of the movie, trying to block out the feeling of his drenched diaper, and the shame from his no doubt disgusted crush sitting right next to him, and his roiling, churning, cramping tummy that seemed to be getting worse and worse and…
I mean, how much more of the movie could there be? Jordan desperately wondered.
He then suddenly felt an extremely painful cramp in his tummy ballooning inside of him, getting worse and worse. He softly whimpered in agony, knowing he had to try to let out a little gas to alleviate the suddenly extreme cramping. Besides, he figured, at this point, it wasn’t like Lilly would be that much more disgusted by smelling his fart, after he just peed directly on her bare hand…
As the song on screen reached its loudest point, Jordan saw his chance to ease the excruciating cramping pain in his agonizing gut. He subtly lifted his diapered bottom up a bit on the couch and—
Bbbbbblrrrt.
He slowly eased his butt back down to the couch…
And froze. His eyes went wide. He realized his bottom suddenly felt way more wet than it did a moment ago from just his pee. After all, the way he’d wet his diaper before had been almost entirely in the front…
With a sudden wave of sinking dread, Jordan realized…
He’d just let out way more than a fart into the seat of his diaper.
***
Jordan felt his face growing hot with humiliation, and once again he felt thankful the lights were off for the movie, so hopefully no one could see his otherwise visible sense of embarrassment. He also felt grateful for the blanket only over his lap now, as it would hopefully keep the smell in.
He also felt his stomach still churning mightily, and realized in dread he still really needed to go to the bathroom. Whatever humiliating ‘material’ he’d just released from his backside… he was realizing it was probably only the tip of the iceberg in terms of what his bowels still needed to let go of.
Jordan wondered if he should just ask his Aunt to go to the toilet. After all, he was almost finished drinking his baby bottle. And if she let him, maybe he could run to the bathroom, finish pooping, clean up any evidence of a mess in the back of his diaper, and his current terrifying and humiliating stinky situation would feel like it never happened…
At the same time, he knew his Aunt was pretty furious with him already. She said she didn’t want to hear a peep from him. And the last twenty minutes or so had shown him just how hellish things could get for him if he set her off… like being force fed milk while having his head squeezed against her boobs.
Jordan decided he needed to stay the course. To just stay totally still in his spot on the couch, continue drinking his ba-ba, and continue holding his desperate need to potty till the movie was over, just like he had been planning to do before…
After all, it was just a… little mess… he was currently sitting in, squished against his bottom inside his diaper. How bad could it be? He would just stay perfectly still, under the blanket, till the movie was finally over.
… even if it did feel a little gross, knowing his diaper wasn’t just soaked with his pee, but there was also a sticky, poopy little mess also now splattered between his butt cheeks…
He sucked his bottle harder, trying not to think about it, trying to focus on the movie, when suddenly…
Sniff.Sniff.
Jordan’s blood ran cold as he heard his Aunt sniffing the air.
“Oscar,” Aunt Myra suddenly turned and asked her five-year-old son sitting on the other end of the couch. “Do you have anything to tell me little guy?”
“No, Mommy,” Jordan’s little cousin replied.
“Okay,” his Aunt said, sounding suspicious.
A few more minutes went by. Jordan suddenly felt thankful for the baby bottle in his mouth, because at least he could chew the nipple to help distract him from the terrible pain as he continued desperately suppressing the cramps in his tummy.
Suddenly, Aunt Myra paused the movie. “Oscar, stand up,” she said. Oscar slowly obeyed, clearly a little resentful. “Now, turn around,” she ordered.
Jordan watched with wide eyes as Aunt Myra ‘checked’ her son right in front of him, pulling the waist band of Oscar’s undies out to look down the back.
“Huh. I guess I don’t see any messies back here,” Aunt Myra said.
“I said it wasn’t me, Mommy,” Oscar said, turning around and suddenly sniffing the air. “Eww, Mommy, I think baby Jordy has stinky pants!” he shouted, pointing at Jordan and pinching his nose.
Jordan’s cheeks burned bright red, too terrified to speak. Aunt Myra looked at Jordan next to her, then shook her head dismissively. “No, no, cousin Jordan is still in diapers because he wets himself, but he’s not an actual baby who still poops his pants. That would be ridiculous for a boy his age,” she softly chided.
Suddenly, Jordan realized his milk bottle was finally finished. He realized it was now or never.
“Umm, Auntie? May I go use the toilet? I finished my ba-ba like a good boy,” Jordan suddenly asked, hoping debasing himself by saying ‘ba-ba’ would earn him some points toward obedience in his Auntie’s mind.
There was a sudden deathly silence. Jordan’s heart pounded. As he stared at his Aunt’s frozen expression, he prayed he hadn’t just made a terrible, terrible mistake.
But to his surprise, a second later…
“Sure, no problem. Since you did drink your whole ba-ba like a good boy,” Aunt Myra smiled, taking his baby bottle from his hand. “Do you need any help getting your diaper on and off in the bathroom?”
“Oh… uh… no thank you!” Jordan blurted. His heart fluttered. He couldn’t believe his luck. She was letting him go use the potty by himself? Thank god! Maybe everything was going to be okay, after all!
Jordan stood up, just about to take off running down the hall to try to clean himself up in the bathroom before his Aunt or his cousins could get another chance to smell him, when his Aunt stopped him just a couple steps away from the couch—
“Hold on, Jordy. Come back here real quick,” she said.
Jordan froze. His heart sank.
“Jordan?” his Aunt repeated in a threatening tone.
Jordan slowly turned around and trudged toward his Aunt with his head down, suddenly feeling like a dead man walking. He had a bad feeling about what was about to happen…
“Now, turn around,” his Aunt said. “Let me just check on that diaper real quick, first, before you try taking it off to use the toilet,” she added, saying exactly what Jordan feared.
He slowly turned around, tears already coming to his eyes. He felt Aunt Myra drop his pajama pants to the ground, pull the waistband in the back of his diaper out… and gasp.
“Jordan! You have a poopy diaper! Oh my god, did you even notice?” she shouted, letting the waistband of his diaper snap back into place.
Jordan immediately burst into tears. “Yes! I mean, no! I mean, I don’t know!” Jordan cried.
He then succumbed to the pressure of another painful cramp, abruptly letting out another loud blast of hot gas and liquid poop into the rear of his padding, causing his Aunt and cousins to all recoil in disgust.
“Ewwwww!” he heard Oscar shout.
“Oh, gross!” he then heard Lilly recoil, causing Jordan’s heart to sink even further. He suddenly realized he wished he could go back to her laughing at him. Just the sound of the disgust in her voice made him feel filthy. Combined with the hot mud he could feel collecting between his butt cheeks, he just wanted to die of shame.
He then felt Aunt Myra reach up and pat his poopy-filled diaper bum, squeezing, squishing, and assessing it, somehow making him feel even more babyish and filthy.
“You naughty, naughty little stinker!” Aunt Myra continued scolding. “I thought I smelled a messy bottom, I just didn’t think it would be yours! I mean, I really can’t believe you! It’s one thing to come clean to Auntie about how you need to wear diapers because you still can’t help but go peepee in your pants like a potty-training toddler. But pooping your pants like an infant? At your age?
“I mean for god’s sake, you didn’t even ask to use the potty at all! Not when Oscar asked to go poopy earlier, during the break, like a big boy should. Not even at any point during the movie, which I would have much preferred, rather than having to suddenly smell a dirty diaper on a boy your age! I just can’t believe what a naughty, naughty little stinker you are! I genuinely can’t tell what’s worse, the rotten nature of your behavior… or the rotten stench of your poopy diaper that all of us are now forced to smell!”
Oscar burst into giggles at Jordan’s expense. Jordan felt just trapped there, his diapered bottom facing the three of them on the couch. He didn’t even want to move, lest it jostle the filthy mess in the back of his diaper even more.
“I’m sorry, Auntie,” Jordan said through his sobbing tears. “Can I… can I… can I go get changed?”
His Auntie cruelly laughed. “Oh, no, buster. You’ve already interrupted our movie enough times tonight.”
Suddenly, Aunt Myra grabbed Jordan—one hand on his ear, the other on his poopy bottom—and walked him into the corner of the living room, leaving his pajama pants behind.
“Hands behind your back, fingers interlocked, you know the drill,” she ordered, pulling his pajama shirt off him and guiding his trembling hands behind him. “Now, you can keep that nose against that wall and stand there in nothing but your poopy diaper until the movie is finished. Then, we’ll discuss what’s next for you. And about when that rank diaper of yours will get changed tonight… if at all.”
Jordan pushed his nose into the corner, tears rolling down his cheeks, as he listened to Aunt Myra turn the lights back off, return to the couch, and resume playing the movie for the rest of the family.
Suddenly, Jordan felt another massive cramp in his belly. He knew at this point, there was no longer any point in holding it. Or so he thought…
In an act of utter humiliation and defeat, Jordan squatted a little bit, and finally gave in completely to the non-stop waves of cramps in his bowels…
BLLLRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTFFFFFFSSSHHHHHH…
Jordan gasped and grunted as he exploded with one of the most messy, disgusting, heavy dumps of his life, right into the seat of his soggy diaper, right in the full view of his Aunt and cousins on the couch behind him.
He cried even harder as he felt the hot mud fill the back of his puffy pamper to the very brim, making it feel like there was suddenly a twenty pound weight of poop sagging behind him.
He couldn’t help but softly groan and whimper as his butthole and insides recoiled in pain from the powerful evacuation. And if the humiliation of the act alone didn’t make him start crying, the sudden stench that hit his nose seconds later certainly did.
He realized it smelled like that foul, foul medicine Auntie gave him, but somehow, even worse. And he realized this was probably all what his Aunt intended from the beginning, which only made him pathetically sob even louder at just how powerless and humiliated he was at her twisted, cruel hands, knowing there was nothing he could do, given his pathetic, diaper-pooping, babyish state.
Smack! Smack!
Jordan yelped and whimpered from two sudden sharp slaps to his bare thighs.
“Noisy, noisy stinker!” his Aunt suddenly chastised him from behind for his unrestrained, loud sobbing. “And pee-ew! That diaper is rank! You’re gonna stink the whole house up if I don’t get you in these…”
Jordan looked down to see his Auntie holding a pair of thick, vinyl plastic baby-pants open around his feet. He meekly stepped into them and felt his Auntie guiding them up around his diaper, letting the waistband snap around the top of his over-loaded pamper.
“There, that should keep the stink in for now,” she said. “And this should help with that naughty, naughty, noise coming from your slobber-hole,” she said, suddenly shoving the pacifier from before into Jordan’s lips and strapping it around his head.
“That’s better. Now, stay quiet, with your nose in that corner for the rest of this movie, or else you’ll be sleeping in that poopy mess you made all night!” his Aunt scolded, punctuating her threat with another stinging slap to Jordan’s thigh.
Jordan let his head sink back against the corner, suddenly feeling a fresh splash of sickly warmth in the crotch of his over-flowing diaper as he—hissssss—released another small stream from his bladder by accident.
Stinky. Wet. Naked and humiliated. Jordan was miserable, there was no doubt about it. Especially with the way the back of his diaper now felt like a bowling ball of poop slowly mushing against his bum, due to the tight plastic pants.
But as miserable as he was, after a little bit longer in time out, while he listened to the movie play behind him, he slowly began to relax.
In fact, the more he thought about his situation, the more he began to actually relish being in time out at the current moment.
That’s because it dawned on him that when the movie was over, there was a very high likelihood he was going to be asked to turn back around, and finally be forced to see…
Lilly. And her reaction to everything he’d just done in his diaper right in front of her.
Now, as he listened to the rest of the family watch the ending of Beauty and the Beast, he realized he’d rather stay standing in the corner in that putrid diaper all night, then face Lilly again, and be reminded of just how pathetically he had debased himself in front of her in such a short time frame, after their conversation nearly confessing their love for each other earlier that same evening.
Unfortunately for Jordan, he was soon about to discover that wasn’t a choice his Auntie was going to let him make…
***
Jordan heard the movie come to an end: The romantic ballad playing over the end credits of Beauty and the Beast.
He heard Oscar yawn, followed by Aunt Myra turning on the lights, then picking Oscar up to carry him off to get ready for bed. Lilly took their juice cups and bottle to the kitchen and straightened up.
Nobody spoke to Jordan as he stood in the corner wearing nothing but his massive, poopy diaper. He didn’t want them to. And yet, he also didn’t dare move from the corner without his Aunt’s explicit permission.
After several minutes of his Aunt and his cousins out of the room though, he couldn’t help but wonder if they’d forgot about him. If they’d left him to stand there in his poopy diaper all night…
Perhaps he deserved it, he thought with shame, feeling the massive mound of poop hanging off his rear end as he wiggled his hips ever so slightly. Perhaps it was even preferable that he just stay standing there for the next two days straight, rather than face the soon-to-be-discovered consequences of the filthy deed he’d done in his diaper right in front of his Aunt and cousins. Even if it meant stewing in his soggy, stinky diaper mess all weekend.
But after a little while longer, Jordan finally heard his Aunt re-entering the living room behind him.
“Alright, stinker, I bet that load you’ve dropped back there is really starting to take its toll. Even for a diaper pooping baby like yourself, who apparently doesn’t know how to go number two otherwise,” Aunt Myra said, coming up behind Jordan and giving the massive poopy mound on his diapered butt a heavy pat and squish, making him squirm and whimper into his paci from the yucky feeling.
“Go ahead and turn around,” Aunt Myra ordered.
Jordan slowly turned back toward the living room. He immediately burned bright red and his eyes darted to the floor as he saw his cousin Lilly sitting on the couch right behind his Aunt. He had privately hoped she had left the room for the night. No such luck.
He was terrified to make direct eye contact with Lilly, as he was still far too ashamed and embarrassed, but from her body language he detected out of the corner of his eye, she didn’t seem thrilled to be there. He didn’t know if that made him feel better about his humiliating situation… or worse.
“Now, I bet you want a diaper change, huh?” Aunt Myra asked, pulling Jordan’s pacifier out of his mouth.
Jordan meekly, shamefully nodded.
“Huh? I don’t think I heard you! I guess I should just send you to bed in your poopy mess, huh?” Aunt Myra scolded.
“No! I mean, yes, you’re right, Aunt Myra,” Jordan scrambled. “I do want a diaper change very much, Aunt Myra. Please.”
Already the filthy mound on his backside was starting to itch, and the idea of spending the whole night in his mess was becoming more and more revolting.
“Okay, then,” Aunt Myra said. “I think that can be arranged. After all, you have revealed yourself to be a filthy, stinky, naughty, pants-pooping toddler-brain. But even the naughtiest, stinkiest, most off-putting, diaper-pooping toddlers still deserve to get their filthy, poopy messes changed. Don’t they?” Aunt Myra asked, turning to Lilly behind her.
“I don’t know, I guess,” Lilly shrugged, sounding even more annoyed about being there, like her Mom was making her. Jordan suddenly felt even more uneasy.
“Anyway, before that happens, there’s something important that needs to be taken care of. Something you owe my dear daughter, Jordy-poo,” Aunt Myra said.
Jordan watched Aunt Myra pull some folded, wide-ruled notebook paper out of her pocket. It took Jordan a second, but then, to his horror, he realized what it was…
The lengthy, crayon-written apology letter he had written to Lilly earlier that evening.
“Lilly, Jordan has prepared a thorough apology for the many ways he’s so horrifically mistreated you this evening. He’s kept you waiting for your apology long enough tonight, so I think it’s important that he take care of reading it all out loud to you now, before bed,” Aunt Myra declared.
Lilly shrugged again and impatiently rolled her eyes.
But Jordan’s eyes widened in horror and his cheeks burned bright red. Read that thing out loud to her? It definitely wasn’t what Jordan had imagined when he scrawled the stupid, humiliating, groveling letter to make his vindictive Aunt happy earlier that night. He had half-hoped Lilly wouldn’t even bother to ever even look at the groveling, humiliating, degrading piece of crayon-scrawled prose…
Now, the idea of being forced to read his degrading words out loud to Lilly was especially mortifying, given that he still couldn’t bear to even look her in the eye at the moment, he was still so embarrassed about the turn of events after their earlier romantic conversation. Not to mention that he was apparently being required to do this while still wallowing in his fully loaded, stinking, poopy diaper!
“Jordan? Did you hear me?” his Aunt said, interrupting Jordan’s spiraling anxiety. “Unless you want to be put to bed in that poopy mess of a diaper, come stand before Lilly here and read your apology out loud to her, right now!” she scolded, beckoning him toward the couch.
Jordan slowly shuffled forward, his squishing, messy diaper forcing him to waddle, and bashfully took the several loose pages from his Auntie that made up his humiliating, pathetic, groveling plea.
He gulped as his eyes glimpsed over his words, reminding him of just how mortifying some of the things were that his Aunt practically forced him to write to his cousin.
He suddenly found himself really wishing he could just go back to sticking his nose in the corner again…
TO BE CONTINUED
IN PART VI
