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Diaper Punished by Aunt Myra and the Cousins — Part 2
🕑 Added 2023-08-09 00:00:01 +0000 UTC
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As the minutes ticked by, with Jordan sitting alone in the kitchen chair, naked except for just his big diaper and baby bib, his hands obediently behind his back with interlocked fingers, his mouth dutifully clenched around the bar of soap, and the constant slobber of soapy drool running down his chin, down his bib, and onto his diaper… he started to notice a subtle pressure building in his bladder.
With dread, he slowly realized… he still needed to pee.
Even though his diaper already had a noticeable wet spot in the crotch from when he accidentally released his bladder during his spanking over his Auntie’s knee, he was quickly realizing he badly needed to go again. It seemed that he drank way more juice than he realized during dinner, as the pee he already released into his diaper was apparently just the tip of the iceberg.
Jordan began to cross his legs and squirm, hoping at first that the building pressure would go away after a few minutes. But it didn’t.
Of course, he was still determined to obey his Auntie’s strict orders. To pass her ‘test’, as it were, and keep the soap in his mouth, and the hands behind his back, as long as she required, without making a peep.
Mainly because he was still determined to do whatever it took to keep his Aunt from telling his Mom about just how out of line his behavior was tonight.
But also, he told himself, he had already suffered through a spanking, an accidental diaper wetting, and a mouth soaping, how much worse could it get? Surely, his punishment ordeal was coming to an end soon. He just needed to hold out a little longer. He didn’t want to waste everything he’d been through so far, with some minor slip-up, like getting up from his chair to stretch his cramping arms and legs now.
But before long, the prospect of just ‘holding out a little longer’ began to feel more grueling every moment. He was starting to realize he had no idea how long his Auntie intended to leave him there in the kitchen. Even worse, he had no idea how long he had even been sitting there so far!
The only clock in the room was just around the corner, making it impossible for him to see it. Instead, he could only hear it. The incessant ticking of the second hand. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Going and going. Never stopping. Every passing second seeming to increase the pressure in his bladder.
Oh, I need to pee so, so bad, Jordan repeated in his head as he anxiously squirmed and moved his feet, crossing and uncrossing his legs, desperately trying to find some way to comfort his aching bladder. But it seemed that no matter what he did, moving always seemed to make the pressure a little bit worse.
For a while, the degrading bar of soap stuck in his mouth at least competed for his attention in terms of his mounting, humiliating discomfort.
The way it coated his tongue and cheeks with an ever-thickening lather of gag-inducing suds, never seemed to lose it’s horrific, humiliating bitterness.
How when he squirmed from the pressure of his aching bladder, or tried to fight off the cramping in his uncomfortably twisted arms, or just twitched from sheer boredom, the harder he accidentally bit down into the punishing, waxy block, lodging it ever deeper and more stuck in his teeth and mouth.
And most of all, the way it demanded he keep his head pointed forward and down at all times, leaving him helpless but to watch his non-stop drool and slobber drip, and drop, and schlorp downward onto his babyish bib, baby belly, and baby diaper, making him feel more helplessly messy and pathetic every moment…
But even then, the aching in Jordan’s bladder for release soon became so intense, he practically forgot there was anything in his mouth at all.
Soon, all he could think about was just how bad he needed to go peepee.
He began to daydream, over and over again in vivid detail, about leaping from his chair, sprinting down the hallway, ripping off his dumb diaper in front of the toilet, and taking the longest, most glorious piss of his life.
In fact, every fiber of his being was soon begging him to do just that, right that instant. To just leap from his chair and go pee already.
After all, the only think keeping him in his chair was himself! He could get up any time he wanted! He even began to consider that maybe… he could even get to the bathroom and back without anyone noticing!
Of course, Lilly, Oscar, and his Aunt Myra were all still home. But Lilly and Oscar were busy watching TV in the living room, and Aunt Myra was down the hall, working in her study.
But just when Jordan found himself on the brink of losing control and finally dashing to the bathroom to gloriously relieve himself at last, he would suddenly hear his Auntie Myra walking back down the hall, toward the kitchen…
For a moment, Jordan’s hopes would skyrocket. In fact, his heart would flutter with such sudden excitement, he would almost lose control of his bladder right then and there. He couldn’t help but think… she was finally coming back to free me from this awful, soapy-mouthed time-out!
But then, his hopes would come crashing down just as quickly as they had soared, as his Aunt passed by the kitchen with nothing but the most disinterested glance in his direction, walking instead to the living room to say something not quite audible to Lilly or Oscar.
Then, she would walk right back down the hall to her study, making her way back without even sparing another glance for the poor, whimpering diaper boy drooling on his chair in the kitchen.
And despite him being on the verge of finally making a run for it just moments prior, just the fresh sight of Aunt Myra’s steely indifference to his suffering always put the kibosh on Jordan’s daring bathroom plan. The thought of provoking the full extent of Aunt Myra’s wrath again, by so blatantly disobeying her to leave his seat, became too frightening to possibly act on.
Instead, his paralyzing fear of another blistering spanking on his already blistered diaper-buns, forced him to do nothing but shrink lower in his seat in shameful deference, trembling from the pinching agony of his desperate, ballooning bladder, and clenching his teeth down even harder into the nauseating, juvenile, soapy discipline bar.
But at last, deep in the midst of Jordan’s painful, sweaty, trembling bladder cramps, it hit him…
He could just pee in his diaper.
Of course, the moment the thought crossed his mind, he hated it. He was disgusted. Angry, even. He hated himself for the fact that he could possibly even entertain such a thought. It was an outrageous suggestion.
After all, his Aunt had already mercilessly ridiculed him for peeing in his diaper once that night. How could he possibly defend peeing in it a second time? And so soon after the first time?
And on a more fundamental level… the idea of it repulsed him. He was not going to willingly piss his diaper! He didn’t care what his Aunt had forced him to say earlier… he was not a baby!
I mean sure, he was currently sitting in time out, getting his mouth washed out with soap for cursing…
And yes, he was also wearing a Thomas the Tank Engine bib and covered in his own drool…
And alright, fine, technically speaking, he was wearing a diaper. A diaper that already happened to be wet…
So how much difference would it make if he peed in it again?
But no! It was disgusting! He could never! He was not a baby! He was not going to intentionally piss his diaper like a baby!
Because if he did… how could he ever look himself in the mirror again?
Jordan couldn’t help but reflect on just how little dignity he had left. How far he’d already sunk. And he began to quietly whimper to himself, like a sad little puppy, at just how pathetic, miserable, and trapped he was.
The last thing in the world he wanted to do was humiliate himself by wetting his diaper again. But he didn’t know how much longer he could hold out, with the pain in his bladder reaching unbearable levels. He felt so helplessly babyish and infantile.
Even when he closed his eyes to avoid the sight of his humiliating babyish outfit, with every move of his legs, he would still feel and hear the crinkle of his padding, reminding him of his pathetic diaper boy status.
He just wanted to be a good boy again. A good little diaper boy for Auntie. He didn’t know where he went wrong. And he didn’t know if or when this humiliating misery would ever end...
But that’s when suddenly…
“Peek-a-boo,” he heard a gentle voice behind him say.
* * *
“Guess who?” the gentle voice asked, as Jordan felt their hands cover his eyes.
He recognized the voice immediately. But it still didn’t make sense. He could hardly picture her speaking in such a cheery tone toward him.
“… Liwwy?” Jordan asked, his mouth still gagged with the bar of soap.
“That’s right, stinker,” Lilly said in a playful tone, swinging around to Jordan’s front. “I just wanted to check in on you and make sure you were okay.”
“Joo diwd?!” Jordan asked in surprise.
“Uh-huh!” Lilly said. Then she leaned in and spoke a little quieter. “I know Mom’s time-outs can be a little bit over the top. I went through enough of them myself as a kid. I just wanted to check in and make sure you were doing okay.”
Jordan stared back up at Lilly with wide eyes, overwhelmed by a wave of conflicting emotions. He was baffled that Lilly was being nice to him, for like, the first time ever. Let alone after everything that happened between them earlier.
Then, he was struck with fresh embarrassment as he became self-conscious of the fact that he was wearing nothing but his bib and a diaper in front of her. And he was covered in drool, and still had a bar of soap in his mouth.
And all the same, he was suddenly struck by an undeniable surge of unexpected hope, as he stared up at Lilly with sparkling eyes, desperately trying to make sense of the situation.
Lilly sensed Jordan’s confusion and let out a small sigh. “Look, Jordan, I know I haven’t always been so nice to you. But now that I realize you really are just a baby in so many ways, I feel bad for making fun of you for being a bed-wetter. And in fact, I realized it’s kind of my duty to help look after you, given all my babysitting experience. So really, it’s okay.”
Tears suddenly welled up in Jordan’s eyes, as he was struck with sudden overwhelming gratitude that Lilly was extending an olive branch to him, and that anyone had finally come to save him from his unending miserable time-out, after all.
And while if circumstances were different, Jordan might have tried to dispute her point that he really was just a baby now, in his current desperate situation, he hardly thought twice about it.
“Anyway,” Lilly said. “Do you need anything, Jordy-poo?”
Jordan instantly began frantically pleading and mumbling with the soap still in his mouth. He was desperate to articulate how badly he needed to use the bathroom, but was also still terrified of letting the soap fall out, lest his Aunt see and start his punishment over.
Lilly giggled. “Aw, what’s that? I’m having a hard time understanding you with that big mean soapy-woapy in your mouth.”
Jordan mumbled even louder, but just as incoherently through his soapy gag, urgently crossing his legs and fidgeting.
Lilly feigned confusion, letting Jordan whimper and crinkle the diaper between his crossing legs more and more desperately trying to make his point, till he was practically bouncing on the chair begging and pleading.
But finally, Lilly cracked a big smile.
“Oh, I know! You have to go potty, don’t you?” she said.
Jordan nearly passed out with relief in his seat as he frantically nodded yes. In fact, his bladder almost let go as well.
“Oh, I should have known,” Lilly said, shaking her head. “I’ve been noticing you squirming like a little antsy squirmy-worm for the past two hours.”
Two hours? Jordan thought to himself. No wonder it felt like he’d been sitting there for eternity… and he had to pee like a racehorse.
“Anyway, come on, I’ll take you to the bathroom. Aunt Myra will understand if I’m escorting you there,” Lilly said in a caring tone.
Jordan nearly burst into tears of gratitude as he finally brought his hands out from behind his back and slowly stood up in his diaper. He and Lilly had always had a contentious rivalry, but right now, he felt like she was an angel sent from heaven.
He then instinctively reached to remove the bar of soap stuck in his mouth…
But Lilly gently swatted his hand away. “Oh no, dear. I’m sorry, but Auntie’s going to want that to stay in. Even if you are going down the hall to the potty,” she gently explained.
Jordan’s cheeks reddened, but he nodded in understanding. After all, he didn’t care what it took, so long as he finally got to use the toilet.
Then, to his surprise, she took his hand, like he were a small child. And she started ‘walking’ him out of the kitchen and down the hallway.
To be fair, Jordan did find himself nearly waddling with the crinkly, thick diaper between his thighs, combined with his struggle to keep his ocean of pee held in with every step.
But then, only a few steps down the hallway toward the bathroom, Lilly suddenly stopped and turned. “Oh, you know what? Before we go to the potty, I should probably check that diaper of yours. Standard routine before taking boys still in diapers to the potty. Need to know if this is actually a potty trip… or just a diaper change trip instead,” she said in a cheery tone.
Jordan cringed. First, because he was desperate to just get to the toilet before he burst. And second, the idea of getting his ‘diaper checked’ like a baby—by Lilly, no doubt—was a highly distressing notion. Even with everything else already going on.
But before he even had the chance to whimper a muffled protest through the bar of soap… she had already plunged her hand down the front of his diaper.
She gasped. “Little boy! You don’t need to go to the potty. You’re already wet with peepee!” she scolded.
Jordan’s eyes went wide and he blushed bright red. He didn’t realize she didn’t know he already wet himself a little during his spanking.
“It’s only a widdle! Just from before!” he tried to whimper through the bar of soap.
But if Lilly understood him, she didn’t seem to care, as she also promptly turned him around, and to Jordan’s horror… checked the back of his diaper as well!
“Huh, well at least there’s no poopy…” she remarked, making Jordan blush even more as she held the back of his diaper open and stared downward.
“Stop it!” he pleaded, pulling away in extreme embarrassment.
“Stop taking you to the bathroom?” Lilly said. “Fine. Since you clearly already went, I’ll just let my Mom change your diaper later,” she said, rolling her eyes.
She grabbed Jordan’s arm and immediately started dragging him back into the kitchen. Jordan’s eyes welled up in shock and frustration.
“No! Pwease!” he begged unintelligibly. “I still weally have to go!”
But Lilly ignored him, dragging him right back to his timeout chair. She gave him one final push backward onto his seat, then abruptly turned to leave.
But in a final act of sheer desperation, Jordan spit the bar of soap out to the floor and begged her before she reached the doorway.
“Lilly! Please! I really, really have to go pee! It’s an emergency!” he pleaded with tears in his eyes as he stood at his timeout seat.
Lilly paused and turned around. She eyed Jordan for a moment, then slowly re-approached him, and leaned in close. “Really?” she asked in a low voice.
“Uh-huh,” Jordan frantically nodded.
She leaned in even closer, wrapping her arms around him. “Then show me,” she whispered in Jordan’s ear.
Suddenly, Jordan felt one of Lilly’s hands behind his back, while the other hand dipped just below the waistband of the front of his diaper…
And pressed hard on his bladder.
Jordan gasped as Lilly forced him to stare directly into her steely, vindictive eyes.
Then it happened. The dam finally burst.
Hissssssssssssssssssssssssss
The long held back torrent of pee erupted into the crotch of Jordan’s diaper like Niagara Falls. And while the hot piss exploded into his crinkly padding and pooled around his balls and drenched his taint in the most perverse, humiliating, ticklish, vulnerable way, Lilly grinned wider and wider, as she gripped the overgrown baby and listened to the crackling flood into his diaper with vindictive glee.
“That’s it, diaper boy. Flood your stinky diapees with your naughty, naughty peepee. You are such a dirty, dirty, stinky little boy,” she whispered.
Jordan moaned from the extreme involuntary relief, while gasping in shock, the sudden overwhelming clash of sensations and emotion making him feel like he’d just been transported to a different reality.
The fact that he was wetting himself like a baby into a thick, crinkly, puffy diaper at his age.
The fact that Lilly was watching him do it, hearing him do it, even feeling him do it, as she cupped his pee soaked balls through the front of his crinkly padding.
And most nightmarish of all, as Jordan uncontrollably filled his diaper with his non-stop flood of hot, naughty peepee…
He suddenly realized he had the biggest boner in his life.
A massive hard-on in his diaper. A massive hard-on while his cousin Lilly held him tightly. A massive hard-on while she forced him to helplessly flood his diapers like a baby in her arms.
His whole body began to turn bright red with overwhelming humiliation and stunned helplessness. He felt totally at Lilly’s mercy.
Then, she reached down and shamelessly felt and squeezed his rock hard, four-inch rod through the front of his hot and yellow padding, pinching and squeezing it.
He could barely believe what he was seeing and feeling. He really had no idea what was going on.
Finally, when it seemed Lilly was sure the stream of his epic diaper flood was finished, she looked back up at Jordan with the most satisfied, sinister grin imaginable.
“This will teach you to call me a whore, you filthy, diaper-pissing pervert,” she whispered.
Then she abruptly dropped Jordan from her arms, letting him collapse backwards onto the kitchen chair.
“Mom!” Lilly went and called out down the hallway. “Jordan just flooded his diaper! He’s soaking wet!”
“Huh?” Aunt Myra replied from down the hall.
“I just checked his diaper and he’s absolutely soaked! To the point of leaking! Also, he spit the bar of soap you put in his mouth out onto the floor,” she said, quickly shooting Jordan a sinister look over her shoulder.
“Wha—“ Jordan tried to protest for a split second.
But then, he heard the terrifying sound of Aunt Myra throwing her door open and stomping toward them from down the hall.
Jordan felt a flash of panic.
For whatever reason, it was the idea of getting caught without the soap in his mouth that most terrified him in the moment.
Acting on a sudden surge of terror-fueled adrenaline, Jordan scrambled across the kitchen in his soaking, squishing wet diaper, fell to his knees, and frantically grabbed the bar of soap off the dirty kitchen floor, and shoved it back into his mouth, dirt, crumbs, and all.
“Ah-hah!” Aunt Myra shouted, suddenly snatching Jordan’s wrist from behind.
Jordan spun around in terror. Despite his sudden gag reflex from the disgusting bar of soap he just jammed into his mouth… he was too late. Aunt Myra was staring down at him, furious.
* * *
"What on earth do you think you're doing, young man?" she seethed, causing Jordan to freeze in fear.
Then, Jordan cringed as he watched her gaze slowly dip down once again to the diaper around his waist. It was completely flooded, visibly ballooning, squishing, and dripping with his fresh, humiliating pee.
“You naughty, naughty little boy,” Aunt Myra began. “I put you in time out for less then twenty minutes, and you not only spit out your punishment soap across the kitchen… you prove yourself to be truly as incontinent as a toddler. These are heavy-duty, flood-proof night diapers I put on you, yet you still managed to drench it to the point of leaking! It’s not even bedtime yet!”
Jordan’s head spun hearing his Aunt suggest he’d only been in timeout for twenty minutes. Lilly had said it was hours. Which was it? He was mortified by the idea that he might have so horribly lost control after just twenty minutes. He suddenly felt utterly confused and overwhelmed just trying to keep basic track of time itself.
Aunt Myra reached down and grabbed the front of Jordan’s sopping wet, yellow diaper, and gave his squishy crotch a hard squeeze.
“Filthy, filthy, stinky wet baby,” she scolded. “I don’t know what—“
Suddenly, she paused. Her expression dropped while her hand remained on Jordan's crotch for a moment, slowly squeezing and feeling.
Jordan’s heart skipped a beat. He knew exactly what was happening… and it was beyond one of his worst nightmares.
“Oh, you naughty, naughty little boy. You filthy, filthy little wet diaper pervert,” his Auntie murmured in unspeakable disgust. “I think I finally, finally understand the source of your intractable behavioral issues under my roof.”
“After all, from what I understand, my beautiful, darling, innocent daughter just checked your diaper, out of the goodness of her heart… and now, immediately afterwards, I see you’ve got this,” she said, violently grabbing Jordan's throbbing, visible rod through his hot, wet, squishy pamper.
Jordan erupted with a soapy, involuntary squealing moan—of pain, humiliation, or agonizing pleasure, he couldn't tell.
He slowly sank to his knees in his drenched, warm, and yellow diaper, glancing between his seething Aunt standing over him, and his cousin Lilly, who watched from the hallway shadows, out of hearing range, but with a clear expression of devious delight.
Aunt Myra stared down at Jordan for another moment, seemingly deep in thought, as if deciding his fate. Jordan felt practically incapacitated by the way his head was swirling.
Finally, Aunt Myra bent down, yanked the soap out of his mouth, and asked, “Well, before we proceed, do you have anything to say for yourself, you filthy little diaper-wetting pervert? Because if so, you’d better spit it out now. This will probably be your last chance to talk using any big boy words for quite some time.”
“Huh?” Jordan said, still spitting and stammering from the bar of soap just pulled from his teeth. "Wh-what do you mean?"
“I mean what I just said,” Aunt Myra replied in an annoyed tone. “This is your last chance to give any explanation for your disgraceful, piss-drenched diaper, your infantile disobedience, or your visible state of sexual degeneracy. Well?”
“It… it… it was Lilly!” Jordan managed to blurt out. “This was her fault! She… she… you see… my diaper, I had to pee, and well… she peed in my diaper! I mean, I peed in it, or rather, she, I mean, Lilly is the one who—“
Jordan was suddenly cut off—another gag abruptly shoved into his mouth. But instead of a bar of soap, this time it was a large rubber pacifier Aunt Myra suddenly thrust between his lips.
“Alright, that’s enough of that,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I guess I don’t know what I expected. Ask a diaper-wetting adult-toddler a question, get a diaper-wetting adult-toddler answer. Anyway…”
Before Jordan knew what was happening, Aunt Myra quickly secured the pacifier around the back of his head with a strap. Then he erupted in squeals of pain as Aunt Myra began dragging him by the ear out of the kitchen, down the hallway, and into the bathroom.
“Nose in the corner,” she ordered, shutting the door behind them.
Jordan pitifully waddled into the corner with his thick, drooping wet diaper. The humiliating irony of being brought to the bathroom right after it was too late for him to use it, because he’d already helplessly emptied his bladder into his diaper, wasn’t lost on him.
As he obediently pressed his face against the wall, he quietly trembled in fear, having no idea what to expect next.
“Alright, Jordy. Here’s the deal,” Aunt Myra explained to the back of his head. “You want to flood your diapers like a baby instead of holding it for the potty like a big boy? You want to throw temper-tantrums and ignore simple directions while in time-out? You want to act less mature in every way than my five-year-old out there?
“Fine. You’ve got it. From now on, while you’re under my roof, your physical behavior and mental abilities are hereby restricted to that of a three-year-old at all times.
“What do I mean? Well, for starters, it means you no longer have the privilege to talk like a big boy under any circumstances. Instead, to communicate, I only want to hear you sounding exactly like the babbling, drooling toddler you look like right now. In fact, I never want to hear your voice again without the signature babyish lilt of a pacifier between your teeth.
“It also means you’ll be fully diapered every hour of the day going forward, with the thickest, most absorbent diapers I can buy in your size. You will be forbidden from ever changing your own diapers. Instead, you will rely entirely on others to change you and wipe your bottom. And since you obviously care very little for using it anyway, the toilet will now be permanently off limits to you, no matter what.
“And it means you can expect to undergo a litany of far more frequent and severe timeouts, spankings, mouth-soapings, and all manner of other appropriately juvenile punishments. And they will persist as long as it takes to finally teach you proper manners, as well as genuine respect and obedience for the authority figures in your life, such as your caregivers, or already potty-trained family members,” Aunt Myra explained.
Jordan’s knees were now almost knocking as he stood terrified in the corner in his saturated diaper, silently taking in his Aunt’s horrific tirade. He prayed she was at least partially bluffing. That she had no desire to actually carry all this out.
“Finally, you may think what I’m proposing sounds extreme, young man,” Aunt Myra said. “But before you even think of uttering so much as a single whimper of protest, I just want to remind you of just how unspeakably shameful it is what your behavior revealed tonight.
“It isn’t just the outrageous levels of disrespect and insubordination you’ve demonstrated toward me, my children, and our home. And it isn’t just that you helplessly flooded your diapers with hot, leaking, filthy urine, just moments after swearing to me in private you didn’t even wet the bed anymore.
“But no. I can see now that I have no choice but to take drastic, regressive measures. Because you’ve made it crystal clear tonight that you have some sort of long-held, overpowering, perverse sexual obsession with my daughter, Lilly,” she declared.
Jordan’s eyes widened in abject horror.
“So much so,” Aunt Myra continued. “That even while trapped in the disgusting confines of your hot, stinking, freshly piss soaked pampers, your physical lust for her was not deterred in any way after she apparently made the slightest of physical contact with you to check your diaper. In light of such evidence, I can only imagine just how utterly all-consuming and long-running this secret, utterly perverse, sexual-romantic obsession you have for your cousin, Lilly, must be.”
Jordan finally spun around, frantically shaking his head and squealing with muffled pleas through his pacifier gag. The accusation that he was attracted to Lilly was so absurd, even after everything else his Aunt had just described about what she planned to do to him, he finally couldn’t help but try to somehow object.
SMACK!
“Quiet!” his Aunt screamed, suddenly landing a searing, open-hand slap across the boy’s face. Jordan froze, stunned by the sheer brutality of the sudden act of physical domination.
“Your chance for lies on this matter has already passed, you filthy, stinky diaper boy. Because this…” she said, suddenly grabbing Jordan’s erection through the front of his soggy diaper again. “Doesn’t lie.”
Jordan gasped from the harsh, unexpected attack on his diapered groin again, and slowly fell to his knees. He was almost just as shocked as Aunt Myra first was to see he was still sporting a raging hard-on in his wet diaper. He couldn’t imagine how or why. Not now, and certainly not when his Aunt first spotted his erection before!
After all, Jordan knew that what Aunt Myra was suggesting, that he had a boner for Lilly, was just totally ridiculous! Jordan hated Lilly! He always had. She had always been cruel for cruel’s sake to him. The events of that evening proved that in spades.
How could he possibly ever have that sort of reaction to her? Romantic? Sexual? It was absurd. Oh, and not to mention… she was his cousin!
But whatever Jordan thought, it was clear it had no impact on his Aunt.
“Which brings me to my point,” she hissed, staring down at Jordan pathetically holding his injured erection through the crotch of his mushy diaper. “If not even the disgusting, shameful confines of a filthy, piss-drenched diaper could distract you from your apparent sick sexual obsession with my daughter, I can’t imagine how out of control your filthy perversions will become if I don’t take drastic measures to confine and control you every second you’re under my roof going forward.
“And for practical reasons, given that I hardly have a choice, anyway, with your shocking apparent lack of potty-training and overall listening skills… that means Auntie is gonna make sure your nasty little peepee is taped up extra tight in ultra-thick, crinkly, pathetic, babyish diapers around here from now on,” she declared with a sinister grin.
TO BE CONTINUED…
IN PART III
