Published: June 18th 2020, 2:01:00 pm
It was truly shocking just how painful the spanking was. The fact that he was an adult probably meant Maya was being harsher on him than she would have been on a child - he couldn't imagine her spanking an actual kid at all, really - but he could see now why something like this was a punishment. He'd always assumed it was being played up in the videos... And, perhaps, it was. Right here and now, however, it hurt more than he would have imagined.
And that wasn't even mentioning the humiliation of it. No matter whose lap he was over, it would have been embarrassing... Having it be his tiny fiance, though, made it ten times worse. He should be able to get away from her, to make her stop, somehow, and yet here he was, squirming and squealing as his bottom was roasted. Most likely it was because of the videos, and knowing exactly what this would do, but he was almost certain he could feel his backside turning pink and rosy, bearing the evidence of this for days to come, making sitting a chore...
Of course, that was where the diaper came in. He knew this video well, and, once the poor, little, spanked model was let up off her tormentor's lap, she'd pout, rub her backside, and complain, "Now my grades are gonna get even worse! My teachers will get mad at me for not being able to sit still, and then they'll probably spank me, too, and... It's not fair!" He'd always loved the way she stomped her foot there, crossing her arms with a huff, the perfect image of a sulky child, one who definitely deserved everything she was getting, and was not, in any way, the grown-up she claimed to be.
"What do you think this is for?" the other woman would tease, giving the bulky diaper a squeeze. Alex had a feeling they'd amplified the sound of the diaper's crinkle when they were editing the video, couldn't believe it could possibly be that loud... Though he did hope it was, fantasizing about the smaller woman - at that point in the video staring at the garment in horror - toddling around in them, constantly blushing, certain everyone could hear her, if they didn't notice the bulge, potentially helping them do so by giving them a reason to give her a second look. "These will give you all the padding you need... And you just proved you deserve to be in them long after your sore bum heals... Although, I have no doubt you'll have earned another spanking or two before then."
Alex's one disappointment with the video was that the girl didn't fight back then, didn't earn herself a second spanking when she got confirmation of what she'd obviously been fearing the whole time she'd been getting spanked the first time, as she stared fearfully at the diaper. On the other hand, now he could see why. One spanking was more than enough to show him, much less her, who was boss.
"Honestly," Maya sighed, finally letting up, Alex sliding off her lap, sniffling and wiping his eyes, "I don't know what I'm going to do with you."
"N-Nothing!" he shook his head. "I-I get it! I-I'm sorry! It won't happen again!"
"I don't know," Maya pursed her lips, looking him up and down... Then glancing over at the laptop screen, at just the wrong time. "Oh, what is this?" her eyebrows raised, seeing the moment when the taller woman picked the diaper up. "You know what? That seems like a good idea to me."
"What?! No!" Alex gasped. This wasn't right... Maya was supposed to be the one who ended up in them, not him! He'd wondered, at times, if she could fit into baby diapers, since the model could, and Maya couldn't be that much bigger than her, if he could use that as a gateway, playfully suggesting she try it out, and then going from there... His one comfort was knowing it was impossible he would, so there was no way she'd just happen to have a diaper on hand that would fit him...
She grabbed him by the ear again, yanking him out of the room, down the hall to the bathroom, pants and underwear still around his ankles, using the key he'd gotten down off the shelf for her to unlock it, pulling him down to sit on the closed toilet seat as she opened up the cabinet under the sink, taking out.... A diaper.
"W-Wait, why do you have that?!" he gulped. It was so thick, and pure white... Just like the one in the video.
"Obviously, because you need it. Up." He stared down at her pleadingly, getting a very pointed look in return that made him obey, standing up, letting her slide the bulky diaper under him. He groaned as he sat down on it, feeling the poofy padding, hearing the crinkle - every bit as loud as in the video, to his surprise - as he fidgeted. It was definitely more comfortable under his throbbing backside than the bare toilet seat, though he wasn't sure it was worth it.
"M-Maya, please," he sniffed. "I-I'm not a baby..."
There were many things the videos couldn't prepare him for, but the one that stood out the most, in that moment, was the sweet scent of the baby powder as Maya opened up the cap, giving the bottle a slight squeeze, sending a tiny cloud into the air between them before turning it over, sprinkling it onto his crotch. He hadn't actually had any reason to smell it for years and years, yet it instantly took him back, reminded him of childhood, the nostalgia strong enough to keep him from asking, again, why she had it. It wasn't quite as unusual as the diaper, and, in a way, it made sense that if she had one, she'd have the other... He'd never seen a bottle of the stuff in the house before, however.
"How does it feel?" she teased, pulling the front of the diaper up, giggling at the shock on his face as he felt the thickness of it between his legs, as it sank in that this was truly about to happen. "From now on, the only reason you're going to be sitting on the potty is if I decide to change you here in the bathroom before or after a bath."
"B-But I don't..." He paused, swallowing anxiously, hearing the sound of one of the tapes being opened. "I-I..." He stopped again as that tape was pressed onto the landing strip, the padding pulled tighter around him, starting to trap him inside. "M-Maya!" He reached down as she went for a tape on the other side, trying to push her hand away, his little fiance easily batting his much larger hand aside as if it was nothing, like he was that model, even smaller and weaker than her, completely at her mercy.
"I-I'm not a baby!" he repeated, whimpering as the second tape was fastened. It was on him now, really on him, tight and bulky and crinkly... There was a second tape on each side, but, as far as he was concerned, it was already over, Maya positioning those quickly and efficiently as he whined, "I-I don't need these diapews!"
He frowned, hearing how that had come out, realizing his voice had become higher, more childish, along with refusing to let him pronounce that crucial 'r', the one that made him sound like far more of a baby for getting wrong. A moment later, however, he had a far more pressing concern, when Maya gave the front of his diaper a squeeze. "You don't?" she asked.
For a split second, he was ready to confirm that of course he didn't... Then he noticed how warm that padding felt, how damp... He gasped, looking down at himself, seeing the dark spot slowly spreading across the diaper, the whiteness of it not helping to hide what was happening in the slightest. "No!" he wailed, shaking his head, fighting to make it stop.
It didn't matter; he was wetting himself, and there was nothing he could do about it. He hadn't even been the first person to know it was happening, which made it all the worse. What was happening to him?!
"Aww, it's okay," Maya told him. "It happens... Don't worry, that diaper can hold plenty." She knelt down, taking the jeans and underwear from around his ankles as he gaped down at himself, still struggling to process it, to accept it. "Come on," she stood again, offering her hands. "Up you go! Be careful!"
He discovered why when he tried to obey, his legs nearly collapsing, dropping him back onto the toilet seat with a damp thud at first, tears springing to his eyes at the hard contact on his sore backside, the diaper not providing as much relief as he'd hoped, at least from that. Cautiously, he took her hands, letting her help him up, allowing her to guide him down onto his knees.
He tried to stand from there, but it didn't go any better. The diaper was big, certainly, although he couldn't imagine it was thick enough that he shouldn't be able to walk in it. No, something else was going on here...
"Wh-What's wong wiff me?" he lisped.
"Oh, sweetie," Maya patted him on the head. "Do you really think I didn't find out about those videos until today? I've known about them for a long time... And I know what you were trying to do, putting a lock on this door. I thought you should get a taste of your own medicine, so I put some hypnotic suggestions in those videos... And, clearly, it's working very well. Just look at you! You're a helpless little baby, completely reliant on me... Isn't this what you wanted to do to me?"
"N-No," he lied, even as images of this same situation, with the roles reversed, played through his mind, his face warming up as he fantasized about seeing her here, on her hands and knees, bulky diaper around her freshly spanked bottom, lisping, helplessly dribbling into the thirsty padding...
"Naughty, naughty," she shook her head. "Babies shouldn't lie... Someone just earned themselves a nice, early bedtime, as soon as you finish supper."
He blushed, unable to deny it. "Y-Yes, ma'am," he mumbled, crawling along behind her as she held open the bathroom door, letting him out, then allowing it to swing closed with an ominous click.
She saw him staring and grinned. "You know what?" she asked. "I'll put a stop to this now, if you can just take the keys out of my hand. Come on, Alex... I bet a fully grown adult could reach them."
He stared up at her, hearing his own words from earlier parroted back at him. It should have been easy... She was so small, and he was - relatively speaking, anyway - so big... And yet, on his hands and knees, no matter how hard he tried, she always kept the key just out of his reach, close enough to be tantalizing, to make him think he had a chance, before snatching them away at the last second.
"Too bad," she smirked. "Guess you're stuck like this for as long as I decide. Now, crawl along into the living room, I've got some cartoons on in there for you... I'll let you know when I've finished making your baby food."
He assumed it was a joke, or just a cute thing to call whatever she was actually making, but, as he plopped down on the floor in front of the TV, he could hear the blender running in the kitchen. How long was it going to be before he got to eat real, grown-up food again? Before he could walk, or talk, normally? Before he didn't need these diapers?
Maya was going to feed him, then take him right to bed. If he was lucky, maybe he'd get a change first... That was totally up to her, however. Everything was. She was completely in charge...
It was hard to think of a hotter scenario than this. Of course, he would have preferred if the roles were reversed, but other than that, she'd engineered this perfectly, perhaps even better than he could have. He bit his bottom lip, blushing unable to help himself as his hand snaked down, hoping Maya would be busy long enough for him to really enjoy this...
The cramp came from out of nowhere, before he could even touch the front of his diaper. He knew right away he couldn't resist it, as his body took over, pushing himself up into a squatting position, face turning red again, this time from not just humiliation, but also strain as he started to push. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't stop it, couldn't halt, or slow, the thick, warm mush forcing its way into his pants, slowly spreading over the seat...
Now he really hoped he got a change before bedtime... And he was even more terrified he wouldn't. It had happened as soon as he'd tried to touch his diaper, to try to get off... He had a bad feeling this was part of the hypnosis, too, that Maya would know what he'd done. It was cruel, but brilliant, honestly... She'd trapped him in one of his fantasies, let him see exactly what it would actually be like... And he couldn't even enjoy it.
Why would he be allowed to? He sighed, blushing as he felt himself sit back down without thinking, feeling the mass squelch around his still throbbing backside. This was a punishment, after all...