What’s that smell?
He opened his eyes. He closed them again just as fast. He wouldn’t, couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He peaked again, hoping that he was mistaken. A blush crept up his neck, staining his cheeks. It couldn’t be possible…could it?
Taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes once more and blushed harder. He was in a room, white walls and carpet. It was so bright, like an overdeveloped photo.
The only furniture in the room was a crib. An old fashioned one, like the one in a movie he’d seen once where the orphaned baby was adopted by an elf…
He looked down at himself, only slightly surprised that he was completely naked. Then he smelt it. That smell. He frowned unsure where it was coming from. It got stronger until he could put a name to it. Bubblegum. He smiled. He liked bubbles. Blowing bubbles in the bath. He giggled. His peepee got hard and it felt good to touch it. He needed to touch, to make his peepee hard, harder than ever before. He lay back on the mattress and looked through the bars of his crib. Stroking himself felt so good! He was a good boy. He knew it.
In the other room he was being carefully monitored. The gas levels were increased each time he showed a positive emotion. Then the music started. Innocent and childish tunes, hiding subliminal messages and strong hypnotic suggestions. Faint at first, but as his excitement increased so did the music.
He came hard, making a mess on his belly. He groaned, still hard and needing more. He needed more…
The door opened and a nurse walked in. She was dressed all in white except for her bright red cape. He blinked up at her, still dazed from his recent cummies. Shaking his head, he tried in vain to clear the fuzzy feeling but it didn’t go away. He couldn’t think properly. Tears formed in his eyes, stinging and hot and let out a wail of confused emotion.
“It’s ok, baby.” The nurse soothed him. “You’re safe now that nurse is here.” He calmed instantly, her words triggering a response immediately. She tsked when she saw the mess on his belly and immediately reached under the crib. A baby wipe was produced and she cleaned him quickly and efficiently.
“You’ve taken to the program quite well, baby.” Baby powder floated down onto his boy parts. Breathing deeply, he found it impossible to speak. He had forgotten how. He giggled and reached for his peepee again. She slapped his hand away gently.
“No more touching baby. You’re too little for that now.” He frowned at her words. His legs were lifted up by a pulley arrangement that had appeared out of the ceiling. A fresh thick diaper was placed under him and he was lowered back down. A diaper…?
The thick folds were brought up between his legs and he tried to move but couldn’t. He couldn’t make his limbs do anything. The only movement he succeeded in was bringing his thumb to his mouth. He started sucking it immediately. He moaned as his peepee stirred in the thick diaper. His other hand reached down, intent on finding that same excitement as he had just moments ago. The diaper was on tight and it was hard to fit his hand between it and his belly. Nurse laughed and slapped his hand away again.
“No baby, that’s only for nurse to touch. It’s hers now.” Frustrated he tried again only to have both hands enveloped in oversized mittens. As his hand was forced in, he had no choice but to grab the bar inside, curling his fists around it tightly, rendering him helpless. A paci gag filled his mouth.
“Only nurse can give you what you need” He breathed in deeply, the smell returning. “One touch from nurse and you’ll make another sticky. In your diaper. Like a baby” the insidious nursery music started again, his mind unable to resist the suggestions implanted in his brain.
He was a good boy. A diaper boy. Nurse would change him, feed him, make him cum. Nothing else’s mattered.
He nodded, agreeing with the hypnosis. He was a good boy. Pokey and needy for nurse. He thrust upwards, needing some sort of friction. Mindlessly, he pleaded with nurse.
“Pleath, nurthy. Pleath.” She pointed a finger at him until he focussed on it. Slowly her finger descended, hypnotically commanding his full attention. She hovered over the diaper, her finger motionless.
He groaned. His peepee was so hard and pokey! The diaper was so soft and thick! Not knowing or remembering when, he’d wet his diaper making it swell obscenely.
She touched the outside of his diaper, right on the tip of his peepee. He screamed, the ecstasy almost too much. He nodded again, rapturously agreeing with whatever the hypnosis was telling him.
What was that smell? Breathing deeply, he smiled. Bubbles.
