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Chapter 8 by Maddiethedog22 Maddiethedog22

What happens to Michael while Kylee is in time out?

He gets a change.

Michael shrunk his 6'2" frame as small as possible as the giant woman in the daycare turned her attention to him. He grimaced as he felt the cum and shit in his underwear drying on his skin.

"What a disgusting little boy you are! And, clearly, you have no self control. Making cummies in your poopy underwear while your sissy gets spanked? That is unacceptable behavior!" The woman chastised him.

"I... I'm sorry! I didn't think..." Michael started.

"You didn't think? Yes, that is precisely your problem. Clearly, you are too immature to be trusted to think for yourself," the woman interrupted. "Now, listen to Nanny. I will think for you for now. Crawl your messy little butt over to the changing table, now!"

Michael, horrified after both watching his wife spanked until she wet herself and being caught masturbating while wearing poopy underwear quickly complied.

Nanny followed him, a stern expression on her face. When they reached the giant changing table, she spoke again.

"Stand and raise your arms in the air," the woman, Nanny, instructed. Michael complied.

As he stood there, nervous, with his arms in the air, the woman, who was almost taller than him, circled him like a lion, inspecting her pray.

"You are quite tall for such a little boy. Interesting," she said with a cold tone. Michael felt cold air on his ass cheeks as she pulled back the back of his waist band of his gym shorts and peaked inside. "And you make quite big messes too. You'll need quite a bit of protection, clearly."

Suddenly, Michael felt his shirt ripped up over his head violently. He felt like a toddler getting undressed by his Mommy.

Once Michael was shirtless, Nanny walked back around Michael and looked at his body. She pinched the flab of his belly.

"You do have a perfect little toddler belly though, don't you? Not a very manly little tummy, is it?" She said.

Michael turned red at the comment about his belly as he heard Kylee start to giggle from her position in the corner. Nanny clearly heard the giggles too.

"Silence little girl. It is not polite to laugh at your brother's cute little tum-tum! He clearly has no self-control, so how can we expect him to not have a little belly?" Nanny snapped. Kylee immediately quieted down, not wanting to risk the other woman's wrath again.

"Now," the large woman said, turning back to Michael, "We need to get you properly dressed. We can't have you making messes on the floor! Get on the changing table, now!"

Humiliated in every way, horrified, and thoroughly cowed, Michael climbed onto the giant changing table as quickly as he could, laying down immediately.

"Good boy, you listen MUCH better than your sissy, maybe there is hope for you yet!" The woman said as she reached out and began to pull off Michael's shorts and underwear.

Michael grimaced as his messy undergarments were stripped from his body. He could feel his shit give a little resistance before separating from his skin, leaving more then a little bit of itself behind in the process. Similarly, his underwear resisted being removed on the front. The sticky cum, stuck to his pubic hairs was pulled slightly as Nanny pulled his underwear off.

"Wow, you really made a mess of yourself, didn't you? And look at that hair! That is not going to work at all," the large woman talked to herself, commenting on Michael's now completely naked body as she grabbed him by the ankles and pushed his feet over his head with a strength he wasn't expecting. Michael the felt the unfamiliar feeling of a hand guiding a baby wipe over his poop smeared ass, wiping him clean.

The humiliation, the vulnerability, and the physical touch send shivers if arousal down Michael's spine. He feels the blood rush to his penis as it grows. He can feel it's hardened form pinned against his belly button by his thighs as the strange woman continues to hold his ankles up towards his head as he's wiped. Eventually, Nanny, as Michael thinks of her, lowers his legs and reveals his erect penis. She laughs derisively.

"Oh, baby, you aren't even that impressive hard! Did Nanny touching your poopy bottom give you big boy feelings? We better take care of those before I get you properly protected," she said as age reached down and grabbed Michael's penis.

Michael covered his face in shame as she started to stroke his shaft up and down. Despite his humiliation, Michael moaned in pleasure as Nanny, slowly at first, then building to a faster rhythm, rubbed his cock in her hand.

"Good baby," she said as she started to speed up, "make stickies for Nanny. I wouldn't want you messing up your diapies too quickly once you're all padded up!"

"What... Aaaaggh... Ohh..." Michael moaned. He tried to question the fact the large, beautiful woman rubbing his penis just said she was going to diaper him, but, before he could get a word out, she changed the pace and power of her strokes, causing him to buck his hips into her fist. In just a few more moments, it was over. Michael yelled out in pleasure as a stream of warm, hot, sticky white liquid burst from his dick, covering the top of Nanny's fist.

Michael barely noticed the snickers of disgust coming from the corner where Kylee was still in time out.

"Quiet, missy. I don't imagine it will be long for a little pants pisser like yourself is making cummies while getting her diaper changed too!" Nanny chastised the smaller woman as she pulled out the largest babyish diaper Michael had ever seen from under the changing table. "Now, let's get you properly pampered!" Nanny said, turning her attention back towards Michael.

Michael wanted to resist as Nanny continued to expertly diaper him. He didn't want to comply as she asked him to lift his ass and skid the diaper under him. He didn't want to just lay there as she folded the diaper over his now flaccid cock, hiding it behind fluffy padding covered with pictures of teddy bears. He wanted to scream as she securely tugged each Velcro tape in place. However, he didn't.

Michael's fear, humiliation, and arousal at the situation all told him to comply with the large, domineering woman treating him like an infant, so he did. It only took minutes for Michael to be sitting on the changing table, dressed in nothing but the infantile diaper he had been dressed in by Nanny.

"Alright, baby boy, it's been a big morning for you. I need you to crawl over to that crib and climb in while I finish dealing with your sissy, understood?"

"Yes, Nanny," Michael responded. He quickly scampered off the table and crawled over to the giant crib Nanny had indicated, climbed inside, and turned his attention to Nanny and his wife

What is Kylee's next punishment?

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