Published: December 27th 2021, 7:24:06 pm
Krampus's Naughty Nursery Epilogue: The Day After Christmas
CW: Messing
Damien sat there in his walker in Krampus's nursery. He couldn't be sure how long he had been there because there were no clocks - at least none that he could read. But he thought at least someone would be looking for him by now. It must be Christmas or the day after. Or was it two days after?
He had nothing much to do when he wasn't being railed by Krampus and his other caretakers, so he was doing kegels to try and gain back at least some semblance of control over his bladder and bowels
"One... two... three... four.... Hnnnhhh.... Dash it..." He cursed without cursing as he felt warmth flood the front of his diaper. The impossibly thick garment sucked it all up, growing thicker and warmer around his crotch. Unfortunately he was still pretty numb in the penis department, so he wasn't able to appreciate the more sensual aspects of the diapers. Krampus said it was part of his punishment.
"B'Awww, lookit the little cutie," said the goat-god Baphomet, walking up to Damien and lifting him up by the armpits with two hooved hands. "Aren't you just the most adorable little Hell-raiser?"
Damien blushed and then made a face as he felt a twinge in his stomach. Moments later, his bowels emptied out into his diaper, loading them til they were sagging. Apparently the pressure of the walker against his butt had been the only thing holding it in. Damien began to whimper.
"Aww, looks like somebody made a messy! And it's no wonder after all those cocks you took. You'll never be tight back there again, no you won't!"
Damien began to fuss and cry out a bit in the most infantile way as he was carried to the changing table once more and laid down on the soft padding, which was decorated with various man-animal hybrids having their way with naughty ones.
"Here you go," said Baphomet, guiding Damien's thumb into his mouth. Damien sucked it and felt a little better as the elder god opened his diaper and began wiping him clean. Each wipe made Damien feel a little bit better, and he would have been so hard right then if his penis was still responding, but no such luck. When he glanced down, he could see that it was just flopping there as small as ever, dribbling a bit, as it seemed to always be doing now.
Baphomet tossed the offending garment into the large diaper pail and as the lid opened, a few wails rang out from the large receptacle. That's where Krampus put extra naughty residents of his nursery until they learned their lesson. Damien shuddered to think of what they might have done to end up there.
"Okay, little guy. Let's get a diaper under your butt before you leak all over the table! What do you think you should wear today? Pink Baphomet diapers or red Krampusses? Damien pointed to the pink diapers with his free hand. The goat-god smiled and nodded. Damien had learned that nobody seemed to listen to him when he spoke. They just treated his words like baby talk unless it was something he could be punished for, so he resorted to pointing and baby babble for all his communication. This pleased his caretakers greatly.
The smell of mucky diapers was soon replaced by the smell of diaper oil gel as the goat-man rubbed every inch of him. It felt nice, even if he didn't get any stimulation from it. Then he saw the goat's fingers sliding into his loose hole and begin working him inside.
"Not quite done, little Damien. We've gotta milk that pesky prostate of yours to keep you healthy down there."
Damien tensed up and grunted a bit as his pee-pee began pumping out cloudy liquid. He could see it happening but couldn't feel it. No relief for his horny desires.
"Aww, is the big baby horny? Sorry, little human. You're not allowed the pleasure of sexual release. What kind of punishment would this be if you were, huh? No, that pleasure is for us."
Baphomet punctuated this statement with an extra firm press on Damien's prostate, which sent his little bits into a spasm. Luckily, Baphomet pointed his little bits down toward the diaper so that Damien splattered the padding and not his face this time.
"There we go, nice and empty," said Baphomet, taping up the cute and incredibly thick diapers securely. Daniel grumbled. A brand new diaper and it was already soiled. It was all because of those dumb kids. If they hadn't been such goody two-shoes and stayed in bed, he might have been able to scare them instead, or at least offer them to Krampus. As it was, he was the one who got caught being naughty. It just wasn't fair.
Krampus chuckled from across the room. "Oh, Damien," he said softly. "You'll learn eventually. It may take you a few hundred years, but once you've finally taken responsibility, you'll get to enjoy your situation more fully. Now let's see who else has been naughty this year..."
Krampus began looking down his list and grinned as he found the next ne'er do well on his list.