Walk to the farmhouse

Taking some of the emergency rations and water, you set off in the direction of the farmhouse. Your diaper sags heavily and each step squashes the mess inside against your bottom. You tell yourself that it won’t be for long. You estimated it was only a mile or 2 away.

However, after you’ve walked 3 miles you can tell you are only about halfway there. When you finally reach the farmhouse you realise why you were confused. It is enormous. The front door towers above you, over four times your height. As you knock, you wonder why it needs to be so large.

You don’t have to wonder for long. An enormous middle-aged woman opens the door. The hem of her skirt, resting just above her knees, is at your eye level. At first she doesn’t see you and you consider taking this chance to run but then she looks down.

“What are you doing out here all alone little one?” The giant kneels to get closer to your level. “Where are your mommy and daddy?”

“I am Captain Robert Thompson.” You introduce yourself. “I had to eject from my test craft and I believe that due to…”

“You have quite an imagination Robert. My name is Mrs Harrison.” She picks you up effortlessly. “Oh dear. It smells like someone needs a diaper change.” She carries you into the house.

“Who is this?” An even taller man stops Mrs Harrison on her way through the house. You assume it must be Mr Harrison.

“Poor little Robert here arrived at our door all alone.” She explains.

“You had better call the police." Mr Harrison states. "His parents are probably worried sick."

"I will but first I need to deal with his poopy diaper." His wife says. "Could you dig out the old baby things?"

“Of course.” He heads off immediately.

"Would you like a bath while we wait for Mr Harrison to find the diapers?" She asks, already carrying you into the bathroom.

"A shower will be fine." You reply. "And I don't need a diaper. That was just for the test flight."

"You do say some silly things." She starts running the bath. "Now. Let's get you out of those dirty things." She unzips your flight suit and peels it off you, revealing your full diaper. She wets a cloth and then untapes the diaper and carefully pulls it away from your bottom.

"This really isn't necessary" you protest, blushing. "I can take care of this myself."

Ignoring you, she goes to work cleaning off the poo which is still stuck to your bottom. You gasp as she wipes your balls and then your dick. She disposes of the dirty diaper and throws the cloth in a bucket then picks you up and places you into the enormous bathtub.

The bubbles provide some welcome privacy and the warm water soothes your aching muscles. However, the maternal giant looming over you prevents any real relaxation. She quickly gets to work scrubbing you all over, once again handling your dick and balls with complete indifference.

Finally satisfied that you are clean, she pulls you out of the tub and wraps an enormous fluffy towel around you. Carrying you out of the room, she once again encounters her husband.

“I’ve left the diapers and baby clothes in the bedroom.” He informs her. “I should be finished setting up the playpen in the lounge by the time you have hime dressed.”

“Thank you honey.” She kisses him before continuing on to the bedroom.

Like everything else in this house, the bed is huge. She places you on the patchwork quilt and you sink into the soft mattress. Her attention is off you for a moment as she turns to look through the boxes Mr Harrison left for her. You wriggle free from the towel and make your way to the edge of bed. Looking down, you’re not confident you could jump down without injury.

“Stay where you are.” Mrs Harrison warns you as she begins folding a large cloth diaper. “Unless you want a spanking.”