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Diaper Punished by Aunt Myra and the Cousins — Part 4
🕑 Added 2023-09-06 00:00:01 +0000 UTC
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Jordan was escorted into the living room by his Aunt. And it just so happened to be the second time that night Jordan was being brought into the living room by his Aunt… just after she changed his diaper.
Just like when it happened the first time, Jordan’s cousins Lilly and Oscar both once again exchanged knowing looks and giggled at Jordan as he walked into the room, causing him to blush bright red.
But unlike the first time, this time, Jordan didn’t suspect they knew he was wearing an embarrassing diaper under his pajama pants… he knew they knew he was wearing an embarrassing, crinkly diaper under his pajama pants, given everything that had happened earlier that night, with the way his Aunt had forced him to sit in time-out in the middle of the kitchen dressed in just his wet diaper.
But Jordan was hopeful that his Aunt and cousins would still mostly put everything that had happened earlier behind them all, as he tried to pretend like everything was normal, and regain what he could of his dignity during the rest of the evening. At least as much as his Aunt would allow him.
Even so, Jordan quickly realized he couldn’t bring himself to look his cousin Lilly in the eyes, though, after entering the room. Not after their last interaction in the kitchen, when she made him wet himself in her arms, then promptly tattled on him to Aunt Myra.
As he looked away from her sitting on the couch, he realized it was a mix of anger over what she’d done to him… and embarrassment about what he’d done in front of her. And the truth was, he had a hard time figuring out which of the two was more significant. Part of him wondered if he was only mad at her, because he was really angry and ashamed with the way he so helplessly wet himself…
But even with the night’s earlier events now swirling around in his head, at least now his diaper was dry, he was no longer wearing a drool-covered bib, and sitting naked in time out with a bar of soap in his mouth. So on the whole, he was still feeling optimistic.
Of course, as he stood there, he felt his stomach let out a few unexpected angry growls. But he was pretty sure his tummy would calm down as soon as he finally got to sit and relax for the evening.
“Alright, everyone get comfy. I’m gonna start the movie,” Aunt Myra said, grabbing the remote.
At first, Jordan glanced over to see Oscar, Lilly and Aunt Myra all take the couch, so he started for the lone armchair on the other end of the living room.
But Aunt Myra stopped him. “Right here, Jordy,” she said, patting the spot next to her on the couch. To Jordan’s surprise, it was right between Aunt Myra and Lilly. Like… surprisingly close and cozy between them. To the point that he was physically touching both of them as he sat down.
Aunt Myra didn’t seem to notice him sitting so close. She was also sitting close with Oscar, who was sitting on the other side of her.
But Jordan immediately blushed as he sat down, due to how close he was to Lilly. Not only was he still too nervous to look directly at her, given how she basically made him pee his pants in front of her earlier, but he was also anxious about her reaction to him getting so close. He presumed she still felt nothing but disdain for him, and he didn’t know how she might react.
But as he cautiously stole a sidelong glance at her while taking his seat, to his surprise, he discovered an absence of the angry scowl he had anticipated. Normally, the slightest intrusion into her personal space would provoke a nuclear-level diplomatic crisis in the household. He imagined it could only be worse after what happened earlier. But to his surprise… she didn’t seem to react at all, from what he could see out of the corner of his eye.
Part of him wondered if everyone on the couch could hear the crinkle of his diaper under his butt as he sat down. It was certainly all he could think about, with the bulky padding between his thighs, rustling with every little movement. But he tried to tell himself it hardly mattered at this point. They’d all already seen far worse. At least now his diaper was dry!
Aunt Myra started the movie. Jordan realized they were watching the old animated Beauty and the Beast.
Jordan normally didn’t care for kids movies, or musicals, or even animated Disney movies that much. But shortly after it started, he found himself enjoying the experience a great deal, if only because it gave him time to decompress and reflect on everything that had happened so far that night.
But after a few minutes, he found himself also starting to get distracted by something else—the continued physical contact he was inadvertently making with Aunt Myra on his left, and Lilly to his right.
Jordan was a virgin, and had never had a serious girlfriend, even at his age. So he wasn’t used to physically cozying up to someone else during a movie. At least not since he was a little kid. Especially not two women. Even if it was mostly just their legs touching as they all sat close together with each other on the couch.
And it wouldn’t have been a big deal, of course, except Jordan was finding it harder and harder to ignore an awkward physical development that was taking place for him personally…
He had a rock-hard boner. A rock-hard boner in his diaper. A rock-hard boner in his diaper that just would not go away.
He felt the erection happen almost immediately after getting settled on the couch, cozied up between his Aunt and his cousin. And he was pretty mortified, to say the least.
He tried to tell himself it was a coincidence. That it had nothing to do with either person he was sitting next to and touching. After all, just the idea that he had gotten a rock-hard hard-on for his cousin Lilly—or his Aunt Myra for god’s sake—was enough to make his skin crawl in revulsion and humiliation.
And somehow even more mortifying, was the fact that he could develop an erection at all while wearing a thick, puffy baby-like diaper.
With every little motion he made while sitting there on the couch, he could feel the soft, absorbent diaper material crinkle against his boner—a sensation that made him silently blush in humiliation. And yet, as mortifying as it was to admit, he could feel the sensation only making him harder in a strange, humiliating way.
Jordan desperately began to pay extra-close attention to the musical numbers on screen. Memorizing them in his head, focusing on the lyrics, praying that his stupid erection would slowly dissipate.
But to his dismay, he found every additional minute he spent cozied up next to his Aunt and cousin, he only seemed to get harder and harder inside his diaper!
Soon, he really began to worry that Lilly or his Aunt would notice his humiliating erection.
After all, it wouldn’t be the first time it happened that night. And for Aunt Myra, it would probably just serve as more evidence for her ridiculous idea that Jordan had some sort of attraction to her daughter, Lilly. And how could Jordan possibly deny what it looked like, with him sitting right next to her?
Jordan felt himself beginning to panic more with every minute that passed. With his eyes glued to the screen, his body still, he just prayed neither of the two, strong, powerful women he was stuck between looked down toward his crotch. And the worst part was, the more he imagined the consequences of one of them discovering the naughty secret under his diaper, the harder he seemed to—
The movie suddenly paused.
Jordan snapped out of his daze and looked up to see his Aunt off the couch and turning the lights back on.
“Juice break time!” Aunt Myra announced. “Oscar, do you want milk or apple juice?”
“Juice!” Oscar said.
“Jordy, do you want milk or apple juice, hon?” she asked.
Jordan looked back at her, still a bit dazed. Then, as he adjusted himself in his seat…
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrurgle…
He once again felt his stomach seize with a sudden painful, cramping gurgle.
“Jordan?” his Aunt said, annoyed. “Milk or juice?”
“Ummm… I’m actually not that thirsty,” Jordan said in response to his suddenly cramping stomach.
Aunt Myra rolled her eyes, then turned to Lilly. “Lilly, can you get a cup of juice for Oscar and a cup of milk for Jordy?”
“Sure thing, Mom!” Lilly said, jumping up and going to the kitchen.
“Mama, I have to go potty,” Oscar said.
“No problem, honey, let’s go to the potty,” Aunt Myra said, helping Oscar up and walking him down the hallway.
Jordan was left by himself for a moment, distracted as he waited for his stomach to settle back down.
Then, as the pressure in his tummy eased, he suddenly realized he had a moment of privacy. He reached down to feel his diapered crotch to see if he was still hard. But much to his frustration… he was.
He wondered if he should try reaching into his diaper to try adjusting his erection so it would be less obviously protruding if he stood up. But before he could…
“Hey, by the way, sorry about earlier,” he heard from over his shoulder.
He turned to see Lilly returning to the living room with two sippy cups in her hands. She set them on the table and flopped back onto her spot right next to him on the couch.
“But come on, you have to admit… you kind of had it coming,” she said. Jordan finally turned to look at her for the first time since movie night began. She had a playful smirk on her lips, and her eyes had a mischievous glint.
“Huh?” Jordan squeaked, a little disoriented.
“Oh come on, did you forget already that I pretended I was going to take you to the bathroom, then changed my mind and told my Mom on you for wetting yourself in time out, instead?” Lilly asked with a giggle.
“Oh, yeah, I mean, no, I didn’t, I mean of course, I—uh—I mean, you’re—you’re sorry?” Jordan stammered, blushing bright red.
“Well, I know it was kind of mean. But at the same time, you have to admit, I kind of owed you one, after all those nasty things you said to me earlier. Don’t you think?” she asked.
“Oh,” Jordan answered, feeling caught totally off guard by the conversation. “Yeah, well, okay, I guess so.”
“So, consider us even, then?” Lilly asked.
Jordan looked back at Lilly feeling slightly stunned, then nervously nodded. “Yeah, sure, of course.” He really didn’t know what else to say. Hearing Lilly speak so frankly with him was really unexpected.
“Good,” Lilly said. “And anyway, I am sorry. I hope Mom didn’t punish you too bad. But honestly, I really didn’t expect you to actually wet yourself like that! Especially not right in front of me. You must have really had to go, huh?”
Jordan blushed bright red. “Yeah, I guess so,” he said with a nervous laugh, looking away in embarrassment.
“It’s honestly fine. These things happen,” Lilly shrugged. “Look, despite what I may have called you when I was being mean, I know you’re not actually a baby who has to wear diapers. Even if you did wet yourself a little when I played that trick on you. My Mom just goes overboard sometimes when she gets an idea about someone in her head. Besides, it’s just a little pee. It’s not like you’re going to wet yourself again like that anytime soon, right? And it’s not like you’re actually like… crapping your pants like an actual stinky toddler. Now that would be something else entirely,” she said, bursting into giggles.
As Lilly laughed, Jordan forced himself to try to laugh with her, desperately trying to keep his cool while blushing redder than ever from this discussion of his humiliating diaper-use. “Yeah, thanks, I mean, yeah, duh, of course, gross,” he said.
At the same time, hearing Lilly say she didn’t think he was actually a pathetic, diaper-dependent baby suddenly felt like one of the nicest things anyone had ever said to him. And it was so unexpected.
There was an awkward moment of silence as they both sat there next to each other on the couch.
“Can I tell you something?” Lilly asked, after a moment.
“Yeah, of course,” Jordan said, feeling more surprised by the conversation with every word that Lilly said.
“I know this may sound a little weird,” Lilly continued, “but I feel like each of us just finally aggressively going after each other with our gloves off, like we did tonight, released some tension between us, in a way. Like, we finally each got to take out our long pent-up frustrations with each other. You said nasty stuff about me. I said nasty stuff to you. And now maybe… we can both finally just let all that silly pent-up stuff go.”
“Oh. Huh. I guess I can see that,” Jordan said, his head spinning.
There was another moment of silence.
“Can I tell you something else?” Lilly asked again.
“Yeah, of course,” Jordan said.
“You know what I like so much about this movie?” Lilly said, nodding toward the paused movie screen, which showed a still image of Belle and the Beast dancing with each other. “I like that it’s a love story. But they didn't get along at first.”
“Belle and the Beast,” she continued, “they started off on the wrong foot, misunderstood each other, even drove each other crazy. It's almost like they were too busy seeing the worst in each other to see what was really there.
"But then, one day, something changed. They saw past the surface, past their initial impressions... and they realized there was so much more to the other person. So much more than their most… undignified quality,” she said, her hand dipping down and gently pulling at the waistband of Jordan’s crinkly diaper, causing his eyes to widen and his cheeks to burn redder than ever.
“And it makes you think,” Lilly continued. “maybe two people who are actually perfect for each other, could accidentally spend so much time being mean to each other, because they don’t understand what they’re really feeling for one another. Because maybe there's something deep down they feel for one another that scares them, because it’s real, and strong, and so incredibly powerful… But what if they both finally opened their eyes and saw the truth. And they finally accepted it. And together, they finally gave in to the infinite incredible possibilities with one another…”
Lilly paused, her and Jordan staring into one another’s eyes, her lips hovering nanometers away from Jordan’s, her hand now resting right on top of the puffy crotch of Jordan’s thick, disposable diaper.
Jordan’s heart was pounding, his eyes were as wide as saucers. He felt like his brain was short-circuiting. He could barely make sense of what he was hearing. Was Lilly really saying she… that he… that they… but how…
He felt totally frozen, unable to move a muscle, like a deer in headlights.
… except, of course, for his raging, pulsing erection, which now felt on the verge of ripping through his diaper any second.
“Alrighty!” Aunt Myra’s voice suddenly came from behind them. “We’re back from the potty! Who’s ready to keep watching Beauty and the Beast?”
In a flash, Lilly suddenly threw a blanket over her and Jordan’s lap, just before Aunt Myra and Oscar came around the couch and took their seats.
Before Jordan even knew what was happening, the room was dark again, the movie had resumed, and once again he was sitting cozily between Lilly and his Aunt, staring at the Disney movie on the screen.
But this time, there was a blanket over his lap. And beneath it, Lilly’s hand was confidently resting on the crotch of his puffy, crinkly diaper, right on top of his erection.
***
Jordan sat frozen between his Aunt and Lilly as they all resumed watching Beauty and the Beast.
He immediately began to suffer from a fresh series of painful cramps in his stomach, followed by embarrassing gurgles and groans all throughout his gut that he prayed no one else could hear—both of which he attributed to the intense anxiety and nerves his conversation with Lilly just now had left him with.
After all, he was suddenly utterly adrift in a sea of confusing and conflicting emotions, his mind racing as he struggled to come to terms with everything Lilly had just insinuated.
That is, after all these years of bullying him, she apparently, deep down, liked him. As in, liked him, liked him. As in, Lilly felt about Jordan the exact way that Aunt Myra accused Jordan of feeling about Lilly. The perverse, shameful way, as Aunt Myra had put it.
Jordan played the words he heard Lilly say over and over in his head, double and triple checking with himself that they meant what he thought they meant. Of course, the irony was that Lilly was sitting right next to him, but he couldn’t say a thing to her about the conversation they just had, because Aunt Myra was still on the other side of him.
No, no, he must have misheard a crucial word, he would think to himself. Or completely misunderstood the target of her implied affections. Because after all, how could she feel that way about him…
But then, Jordan would suddenly gasp in silence, as he suddenly felt Lilly’s hand gently squeeze the crotch of his padding under the blanket. He would freeze and turn bright red, almost in disbelief he was actually feeling what he was feeling. Then he would break into a fresh, terrified sweat, knowing that Aunt Myra was sitting right next to him, and even though they were in the dark, he prayed she didn’t notice anything suspicious, like his brightly flushing cheeks.
But then, just as quick as it had come, Lilly’s hand would seemingly disappear, leaving Jordan to wonder if he’d just imagined it touching his crotch at all. That perhaps his bulging erection, pressing against his padded diaper prison, had just tricked his mind into believing Lilly had touched it, from a mix of desperation and the unique sensation of the crinkly padding’s special friction.
His mind would then swirl with doubt that Lilly had meant anything provocative at all during their conversation just now. After all, the notion of attraction between them was absurd. Sick, even! They were cousins for god’s sake! He would swear the whole thing off.
But then he would once again feel the gentle squeeze of her fingers again over his pulsing, diapered cock, and the cycle would begin anew. His thoughts and feelings would suddenly be flooded by her words again. Everything she said would ring true. And her hand would ever so softly tighten on his diapered member…
Until it disappeared again. And back and forth, this would happen again, and again, and again, with Jordan’s head swirling and swirling, like the ballroom dance between Belle and the Beast on the screen in front of them. Swirling and swirling and swirling and swirling and—
It didn’t matter! Jordan shouted at himself in his head, trying to get a grip. It didn’t matter whether or not Lilly had romantic feelings for him… because he was sure he had absolutely zero romantic feelings for her!
… right?
That’s certainly what he swore to Aunt Myra, when she discovered his inexplicable erection in his wet diaper. And Jordan was sure it was the truth! And yet…
With every passing second that he felt the warmth of Lilly’s body pressed next to his, and together they watched Belle and the Beast dance together, laugh together, hold each other, love each other, their past disagreements fading into nothing more than memories, as their true feelings for one another took hold…
He suddenly couldn’t help but picture him and Lilly in their place.
Suddenly, the fact that they were cousins mattered as much to Jordan as the Beast being a beast mattered to Belle.
Before long, all he could do was replay in his head the moments of his and Lilly’s ferocious animosity toward each other over the years… and picture their ferocity flipped. Their ferocity of opposition would finally become their true ferocity of attraction. Their years of intimate arguments, fights, and cursing each other out would become transformed into the intimacy of burning attraction. Like magnets, their oppositeness would finally somersault and become the most powerful attraction.
And as he watched Belle and the Beast fall in love, something clicked deep within Jordan. He felt Lilly’s hand squeeze and hold his stiffy through his diaper under the blanket once again. And he knew he just needed to look Lilly in the eyes one more time to confirm what he now suspected deep in his heart…
That she was right. He was in love. She was in love. They were in love.
Jordan slowly began to turn his head, ready to finally look Lilly in the eyes, ready to finally confirm it to be true with all his heart, when suddenly—
“Jordy!” his Aunt scolded. “Why haven’t you been drinking your milk?”
“Huh?” Jordan said, suddenly ripped out of his dream-like moment of romantic epiphany.
“This cup is still almost full to the brim, young man,” Aunt Myra said, picking up the sippy-cup of milk on the table. “Oscar already finished drinking his whole sippy cup of juice like a good boy, but you haven’t even had a single drop of yours, yet. I hope you don’t think this is good manners for a little boy.”
“Oh! Yeah, sorry, I wasn’t thirsty,” Jordan said, still feeling dazed.
“Excuse me?” Aunt Myra asked.
“I just said I wasn’t that thirsty. That’s what I said before, too,” Jordan said.
Suddenly, the movie stopped. The lights came back on. And Aunt Myra was standing over Jordan, her arms crossed.
“Do you want to try that one more time?” she demanded.
Jordan gulped, suddenly finding it hard to express himself. “All I said was that I wasn’t that thirsty, and that’s also what I said when you asked me if I wanted anything to drink before, remember?” Jordan said.
“No,” Aunt Myra said. “What I remember is that I asked you if you wanted milk or juice. You didn’t answer my question, so I made the choice for you, and Lilly went through the effort of preparing that drink for you.
“And now, from what I can tell, since Lilly prepared this lovely drink for you, you’ve let it sit here getting warm on the table without drinking a single drop. And let me tell you, not only is that highly disrespectful, rude behavior toward myself and your cousin, it’s also completely unacceptable behavior as a little boy under my roof.
“Because when little boys are given something to eat or drink in this household by their Auntie or more mature cousins, it is because it has been determined to be something they need to help them one day grow up to become a big boy.
“Now, once again, here is the cup of milk you have been given. I expect you to begin drinking it this time. Pronto. Is that understood?” Aunt Myra said, handing Jordan the tall sippy cup of milk.
“Yes,” Jordan mumbled.
“Yes, what?” his Aunt snapped.
“Yes, Auntie. Thank you, Auntie,” Jordan answered, dejected.
“That’s better,” Aunt Myra said. “But Jordy, you promised me you would be on your perfect behavior tonight, yet I just had to stop the movie to address your flagrant disobedience and back talk. So as of right now, you should know I’m very disappointed in you, and you are on very, very thin ice. I don’t want to hear another peep from you the rest of our movie night, except the sound of you eagerly sipping down all your milky-wilkies like a good little boy. Got it?”
Jordan gave an embarrassed nod.
“Good,” Aunt Myra said, finishing her scolding and turning around to get the lights.
Suddenly, Lilly burst into giggles.
Jordan froze, taken aback by Lilly’s reaction, and blushed bright red. It sounded like Lilly was laughing at him for getting yelled at.
He suddenly felt weirdly betrayed and embarrassed. He thought that she said she was on his side with how Aunt Myra was treating him. But if that was the case, how could she suddenly start laughing at him after such a humiliating scolding? He already felt bad enough.
Jordan tried to work up the courage to turn and look at Lilly, but just as he started to see her expression out of the corner of his eye, he saw her looking down at the sippy cup in his hand and giggling at him again, and he suddenly couldn’t bear to even look her in the face. He suddenly just felt too humiliated after what felt like such a radical moment of emotional honesty between them before.
Jordan anxiously stared down at the plastic sippy cup of milk, swirling it in his hands, feeling deeply humiliated and trying to make sense of everything that was happening.
The cup itself was humiliating. They had given him the same plastic sippy cup as Oscar. The idea of sucking any liquid through the teeth-marked plastic spout was pretty unappetizing in of itself.
But then the actual liquid inside was even worse. Jordan had always hated milk. Mainly because, well, for lack of a better way to put it, it felt like a gross baby-drink.
However, on a normal day, Jordan probably could have powered through it and downed the drink anyway, despite his distaste. But now, as he looked down at the swirling, sweet milk, he was suddenly reminded why he said he wasn’t thirsty in the first place…
He squirmed in discomfort as he tried to suppress another abrupt, long, gurgling grumble in his gut, followed by a new wave of violent cramping, which felt like a bubble had just popped inside of him and filled his gut with a burst of hot gas. It suddenly took everything he had to keep from letting out a massive fart, right next to Lilly.
He didn’t know why his tummy was so upset. He figured it was still from the stress of the evening. But he was pretty certain drinking this gross cup of milk was only going to make things that much worse.
Not only that, as he felt his gut getting bloated with embarrassing gas that he was desperate not to release right between Lilly and his Aunt… he realized the pressure in his bladder was starting to rapidly mount again as well.
He suddenly really wished he could run to the bathroom—half because he realized he really needed to pee, and half because he really wanted to fart somewhere private.
But his Aunt made it pretty clear to him just now she was probably not going to be happy wish such a request before the end of the movie. Besides, whether he was allowed to even use the toilet at all right now seemed to be in a delicate place with his Aunt, given their conversations about how she was supposedly going to be treating him like a total baby from now on.
He was still hopeful that after the movie, Aunt Myra would drop the whole threat of diapering him 24/7, and just let him use the toilet like normal. That seemed to be what she was suggesting would happen earlier, when she mentioned maybe backing off some of the more strict rules she threatened him with after their movie night…
So that meant he just needed to hold it till the movie was over. Easy enough…
Except the issue on Jordan’s mind now, as he bit his lip and anxiously stared down at the sippy cup of milk, was that drinking the full cup of milk might make holding his bladder till then way more difficult, maybe even impossible, given that he already needed to pee, and he already had a crampy tummy-ache, and they were still only halfway through the movie…
“Jordan!”
Jordan looked up, startled, at his Aunt suddenly shouting in his ear while she took her seat next to him on the couch.
“You didn’t listen to a single thing I said, did you?” she scolded, furious.
“Huh?” Jordan said, looking up at her like a deer in headlights, the sippy cup of milk still in his hands.
Once again, he heard Lilly giggling at his expense right next to him. And once again, he felt even more embarrassed.
“Nope, that’s it. I’ve already given you two chances,” his Aunt said, shaking her head. She suddenly yanked the sippy cup of milk out of Jordan’s hands. “Lean forward and put your hands behind your back, fingers interlocked,” she ordered.
“Wh-wh-what?” Jordan stammered, suddenly taken off guard.
“You heard me,” his Aunt repeated, her tone deadly serious. “Lean forward. Hands behind your back. Fingers interlocked. And keep them that way, until I say otherwise. Now.”
Jordan slowly leaned forward on the couch and put his hands behind his back, his face burning up with terror and embarrassment.
He slowly began to realize, with a creeping sense of horror and dread… he really just messed up.
He had thought he had already finished the serious punishments from his Auntie that night that called for this sort of severe posture. He thought he had successfully gotten on his Auntie’s good side…
But with a crushing sense of regret, shame, and embarrassment, he was slowly realizing he apparently hadn’t been trying hard enough to stay on that good side. And now it looked like he just totally ruined all his effort to regain his Auntie’s trust.
And the worst part was, as he suffered the humiliation of leaning forward and obediently interlocking his fingers behind his back… he heard Lilly giggling and giggling and giggling at him. Right over his shoulder. And right where he was far too ashamed to look at her and see her laughing at him for himself.
***
Suddenly, Jordan felt Aunt Myra wrap her arm around him and yank him toward her, up against her bosom, holding him tight.
Then, with his face propped upwards, she forced the spout of the sippy cup in between his teeth, forcing him to drink as milk started pouring into his mouth.
“You want to act like a baby when it comes to drinking your milky? Auntie will treat you like a baby when it comes to drinking your milky,” Aunt Myra said with a cruel laugh, causing Lilly and Oscar to giggle as well.
Jordan found himself suddenly helplessly guzzling down gulp after gulp of milk, unable to stop the flow to his already bloated feeling stomach without drowning.
At one point, he tried to stop swallowing to catch his breath, only to cough and spray milk all over his face, chin and chest.
His Aunt just burst into laughter. “Uh-oh, maybe the messy baby needs his bib back for milkies, huh?”
“I’ll get it, Mom,” Lilly said, running out of the room.
Jordan felt like he was in hell, being held tightly by his Aunt against her large breasts, pumped full of milk he didn’t want to drink, while his already full bladder and stomach were both forced to rapidly and painfully balloon in response.
All he could do was guzzle and guzzle and guzzle, praying for the wretched, sickly-sweet liquid to finished getting pumped into his bloated, aching body…
But finally, the milk stopped, and Jordan gasped for breath in his Auntie’s arms, realizing in agonized relief he’d at last finished drinking it all.
“Aww, poor messy baby,” Aunt Myra cooed as she used the bib Lilly retrieved to wipe up the milk and slobber Jordan ended up spitting up all over himself. “It’s not as fun when auntie has to force you to drink your milk, huh? Maybe next time you’ll drink your milky by yourself like a good boy.”
“Yes, Auntie!” Jordan gasped, still practically in a head lock, with his hands behind his back, as Aunt Myra held him up against her heavy, soft breasts.
Part of Jordan realized he’d never been so close to a woman’s boobs before, at least not as an adult, but realizing it was his domineering Auntie’s boobs he was forced to feel against his face for the first time, made him well up with a surge of indescribably strange, shameful, humiliated excitement deep in his bowels. Or maybe that was just the milk already turning his stomach upside down…
“Good boy. But just so I can be extra sure you know how to drink milk from now on, I think I’ll treat you to one more cup,” she said.
Jordan’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head. He was sure he was going to be released after surviving the milk-guzzling torture she had just subjected him to. But the idea of undergoing it again?
Jordan opened his mouth to protest—but stopped himself just in time, learning by now it would only make things worse. But the pressure in his gut was already reaching unbearable levels… and the pressure in his bladder suddenly felt even worse!
Jordan didn’t know what to do! He felt utterly trapped! Everything felt unbearably painful, and scary, and like he was completely and utterly helpless! It seemed like all he could do was stare up at his Auntie, while she held him tight in her arms…
And start bawling like a baby.
Auntie Myra let little Jordan freely hysterically sob in her arms for a moment, secretly relishing in his absolute and infantile helplessness.
But then she started trying to calm him down. “Shush, shush, there, there, it’s okay, baby. Auntie’s not cruel. I’m not going to make you do what you just did again. I know that’s too much.”
“Really?” Jordan hiccuped.
“Of course not. This next drink of milkies will be much more comfortable for baby, don’t you worry,” she said. Then she turned to Lilly. “Lilly, can you prepare the extra large baby bottle with milk? The one with the largest teat?”
“Yep!” Lilly said, eagerly going to grab it.
Jordan started to calm down as his Aunt continued to hold him, despite him still not loving the sound of what he’d just heard.
Lilly soon returned with the adult-sized baby bottle, and Aunt Myra abruptly stuck it into Jordan’s mouth, forcing him to drink.
Jordan was immediately forced to recognize his Aunt was right. The baby bottle teat was a million times better. Instead of being forced to guzzle down a full cup of milk in seconds, the baby bottle had a manageable, regular drip, that kept Jordan suckling down his milk slowly over time. And while he might have been extremely humiliated by the baby bottle normally, compared to the torture he’d just been subjected to, with the forced-guzzling, he was enormously relieved.
“There, there, that’s better. Now let’s go ahead and get back to the movie, huh?” Aunt Myra said.
They all resumed watching the movie, while Jordan continued obediently and quietly nursing his ba-ba at his Auntie’s breasts.
To Jordan’s surprise, the suckling motion began to relax him tremendously. And as he calmed down, his urgent physiological needs from just moments ago seemed to ease up, even disappear!
After several more minutes, Jordan seemingly forgot he was even in distress. He was safe and sound in Auntie’s arms. At least for the moment, anyway…
He even began to close his eyes, just to rest them for a second…
***
Suddenly, Jordan’s eyes shot back open. He reflexively started trying to get up, without remembering where he was, but couldn’t move.
“Shuuuushhhh…” his Aunt cooed, still keeping him tightly held in her arms. “Just drink your ba-ba, sweetie. Just drink your ba-ba.”
Jordan’s hazy memory started coming back to him. Beauty and the Beast was still playing. He realized he couldn’t have fallen asleep for more than a few minutes.
But he felt a fresh tremor through his body, reminding him what had woken him up just now.
“Auntie? Auntie? I have to potty!” he started pleading without thinking, trying to get up again, the baby bottle nipple still in his mouth, causing him to lisp.
But his Auntie just shushed him again, holding him even tighter, keeping him from breaking free.
Jordan glanced down toward his waist on the couch next to him in a full-blown panic.
He realized his bladder had reached the point of no return. He was about to start wetting his diaper. He could already feel the first dribbles leaking into his padding, about to finally break the massive dam.
And to his horror, he felt Lilly’s hand once again on the crotch of his diaper, rhythmically rubbing the hard-on he now realized he had beneath the blanket.
He remembered the horrific embarrassment of wetting his diaper while she held him earlier that night. An incident Lilly said she thought was her fault, because she didn’t let him go to the bathroom.
But what excuse did Jordan have to wet himself in her arms again? He thought about their conversation, about what they saw in each other, how she didn’t think he was actually a diaper baby loser…
But what would she be forced to think of him if he pathetically and shamefully wet his diaper again… right while she was trying to get clandestinely frisky with him?
The idea of it mortified Jordan to the core.
“Liwwy!” he squeaked, trying to warn her from his Auntie’s lap, despite the risk of alerting his Aunt. “Liwwy!”
Fortunately, if Aunt Myra heard his desperate pleas, she didn’t care enough to do anything but ignore them.
But unfortunately, and to Jordan’s horror, if Lilly heard Jordan’s pleas, she seemed to interpret them the exact wrong way.
Jordan was desperately trying to get her to pump the brakes on what was happening under the blanket. But she seemed to think he was trying to hit the gas…
Suddenly, Jordan gasped as he felt Lilly take her hand from the outside of Jordan’s diaper… and plunge it down the front of his diaper’s waistband, gripping his bare erection with her cool, delicate fingers.
Jordan squealed into the rubber nipple in his mouth…
Lilly’s hand wrapped around his dick, sending shockwaves of erotic pleasure through his virgin body…
And Jordan felt his bladder erupt, suddenly flooding the front of his diaper with an ocean of his hot pee…
With Lilly’s bare hand still inside of it.
TO BE CONTINUED…
IN PART V
Comments
Whew! 😀
David
The suspense!! ❤️
