Diapered!

"I was worried it would come to this," says Rebeccah's mother.

She pulls out a box of baby wipes and precedes to wipe you down, carefully wiping around your chastity cage and everywhere else, lifting your legs to get everwhere. She then pulls out a big, soft cloth diaper and scoots it under your bottom. She sprinkles baby powder on and around your caged penis and gently rubs it in. You realize she is really enjoying herself.

She pulls the diaper up, between your legs and carefully pins it in place. She finishes by fitting a plastic cover over your diaper which has velcro tabs to hold it in place.

"This is just until we get your little problem sorted out, Sweet Boy," she says to you seriously. "We can't have you peeing everywhere. If I hadn't put you down for a nap, you would have peed on the sofa, for goodness sake!"

You feel your cheeks flush with shame, as she helps you off the changing table. The diaper feels bulky between your legs but also soft and warm at the same time. She finds a teeshirt in the dresser and helps you pull it over your head, then she gathers up your wet bedding and clothes and asks you to follow her down the stairs.

"You sit and find something to watch, while I start the wash," she says.

You do as you're told and she brings you a glass of milk to drink while you watch a show about animals in africa. You wonder briefly why you find all of these animal shows so interesting, where you would normally be bored watching them. No matter. The milk is cold and delicious and the show is riveting.

You watch for some time before Rebeccah's mother appears. She is wearing only a babydoll so sheer, her heavy breasts are completley exposed, and you can see her neatly trimmed mound in the cleft between her shapely thighs. She doesn't seem to mind you staring, but she takes your hand and leads you up the stairs.

"Come along, Sweet Boy," she says as you waddle behind her. "John will be here any minute. I want you to play quietly in your room while he is here. I'll come get you after he leaves."

"Yes, mommy," you find yourself saying.