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Daily Free-Write November 20, 2022: License to Pee 1.7
🕑 Added 2022-11-21 08:44:29 +0000 UTCPart 1 Part 1.2 Part 1.3 Part 1.4 Part 1.5 Part 1.6
Author's Note: It's been a year since the last post of this story. Find out what happens next to the babied kinkster who was adopted out to Daddy Richard Pigg (known as 'Dick' by his friends). Then, vote in the Waddler's CYOA to see what kink he explores next!
CW: Catheter, Restraints
For the rest of the night I was a happy babbling baby. I still had my adult thoughts, I just didn’t care. I was happy, giggly, and carefree. Oh, and there is The additional detail that all my words came out as baby babble, more or less.
Daddy kept smiling and chuckling on the way home, when he carried me up to the apartment tickling my chin, when he strapped me in the highchair for din dins. It seemed like he couldn’t get enough of my babyish antics.
“I’ve got a little surprise for you, baby boy,” said Daddy after he took me to the bathroom to brush my teeth for bed. I found something very special at InterRegional Leather.
That got me excited.
“Pwesent for me?!” I began to clap and bounce in excitement, which made him chuckle all the more.
“All right baby boy, all right. Calm down. Let’s go see what Daddy got you.” When he opened the bedroom door I gasped to see a full sized adult crib in the bedroom.
“Cwib?”
“That’s right baby boy. All for you! Let’s take a look. He carried me closer so I could get a good look at it. I noticed that it had leather restraints already wrapped around the mattress, and that got me even more excited.
“Somebody’s squirmy! Does the little baby like his super secure mattress?”
I nodded and clapped and he smiled, kissing me on the head and telling me what a good little boy I was. It was bedtime now. Time for daddy to secure me in my crib. He laid me down in my fresh diaper and strapped me into the restraints on by one. I felt an amazing sense of peace and safety. I was secure. I was safe. And I was going to have the snuggliest sleepy time ever.
*****
In the morning, I woke up to Daddy unstrapping my restraints.
“Good morning baby boy! Did you sleep well?”
“Yes, Daddy. I slept great!”
“Oh,” he said looking down at me, “it seems you can speak again.” He seemed a little disappointed. “Well, looks like you still filled your diapers like a baby. Let’s get you changed.”
He picked me up under my arms and I blushed as my diaper sagged between my legs. Over we went to the changing table. I didn’t even bother trying to tell him that I didn’t need diapers. For the most part, that wasn’t even true anymore. And there is no point pretending that finishing my first case of diapers would earn me back my big boy undies.
“It’s another trip to daycare for you, little one,” said Daddy. Today was the second day of intraregional leather but I’m sure that was not the reason that Daddy was so excited to get me back to daycare. It seemed how couldn’t feed me my cream of wheat fast enough because a lot of it ended up on my face and bib. He barely even fed himself. In less than 30 minutes, he was strapping me into the car seat, cinching it tight over my thick diaper bulge as he hummed a happy tune. “Off we go to daycare!”
At Davey’s Daycare, Daddy asked for the release form. The attendant smiled apologetically and said it had been not yet been 24 hours. Daddy’s own smile faltered and he began to look slightly annoyed, but he said nothing. The attendant apologized again and told Daddy that they could at least give me the treatment again today. It would even last longer than the last time, so that it would be just as if they had done the treatment until they could make it permanent.
This seemed to assuage Daddy‘s anger and he ruffled my hair, kissed my head, and wished me a good day.
I was sure that it would be. It was always a good day at Davey’s Daycare.
“Well baby,” said the nurse when they came out (I was well known to the whole staff by now) “we will be continuing your stretching today. You did such a good job yesterday with that butt blaster. It’s time to move up to something a little bigger.”
I gulped. If the last toy was the size of my thigh, how big would the next one be? I was soon to have my answer as I was wheeled back to the medical section of the daycare in my stroller.
“Well, here it is,” said the nurse’s assistant.
“Yes,” said the nurse, “this will be perfect.”
This toy was huge. Although the last toy was the size of my thigh, at least it had a thinner neck. This one had an impossibly wide base and was only liable to stay in place because the mushroom head was even wider.
The toilet was a copper silicone color, which I knew from experience was a softer silicone then the black ones by that brand. And yes, I knew all the toys by brand at this point. Not only had I spent hours upon hours of scouring the internet making ill advised horny late night purchases before meeting Daddy, but here at Davey's nursery, I got up close and personal with at least as many toys every day.
This was one I had never seen before. It looked like the maker square peg had wrapped a chain around a giant cock head with an extra big mushroom tip. All of the bumps and textures would surely feel amazing inside of me. Not only that, but it was quite a bit longer than a lot of plugs meaning that that huge mushroom tip would surely be pushing up further into my rectum stretching me wide deep inside.
The nurse spoke. "You’re already so loose. Our goal now is to give you a perma-gape and loosen you up all the way up to the elbow so that fisting you will be no problem at all. Even double fisting you will become easy as pie. So easy that it will barely require lube. Maybe later we’ll put you on the trailer hitch and see if you can keep up with our little toy train."
I blushed thinking about the fun little train that choo-chooed around the nursery that you could just jump onto provided you were willing to sit on one of the increasingly large butt plug seats
"All right sweetie," said the nurse putting on her gloves while her assistant strap me in to the stirrups in the medical chair, "first thing's first. First things first, let’s get you catheterized. There is no way you’ll be making pee-pees on your own with such a huge toy inside of you. This will help you empty your bladder without difficulty."
I whimpered as I saw the catheter. This too was much larger than the last one I hadn’t worn. The last one was probably about 20 fr but this was at least 24 fr in width. It was so big, I wondered if it would even fit in my penis. I knew that modifications could be made to accommodate even larger things in my pee hole, but Daddy tended to dislike anything that he deemed too adulty for me, and that included most body modifications. They ruined my baby aesthetic. The closest thing to a body mod I had been given was my pee pee cage, and only until I could no longer get hard very easily without the help of Daddy or my caretakers. Yes, rubbing my diaper had barely any effect at all now, and I wondered if some sort of hypnotic training had played a hand in that.
"All right sweetheart," said the nurse, "just relax nice and easy ." That command caused me to relax easily and automatically. Those hypnotic suggestions really did work because my entire body relaxed almost to the point that I couldn’t move. I mean, I'm sure I could have moved if I wanted to, but I didn’t want to. I just wanted to lay there and listen. I breathed when the nurse told me to breathe just before pushing the lubed-up catheter into my pee-pee. There was resistance at first, but then it began sliding in. Inch by inch it went deeper. It felt surprisingly good. Better than any other catheter. I moaned at the feeling, as if I was being masturbated from the inside.
"These are the best of the best," said the nurse. "Your daddy paid premium to make sure you got the golden diaper treatment while you were here. The year membership with all the trimmings. He must really love you, and I think you must really love it here. We like to have you here too, sweetheart."
The nurse kept cooing at me, encouraging me, making me smile and blush as the gigantic catheter was fed into my penis up past my prostate all the way into my bladder. But I hardly even noticed with all the blushing and smiling I was doing. It was all the way in before I knew it, and the sound of my pee dribbling into the basin below me brought me out of my blushy trance.
"Great job," said the nurse as the assistant quickly filled the catheter balloon so that it would stay in. It was quite a stretch, but I knew it was only the beginning because now came the butt plug.
"Here we go," said the nurse, lubing up the butt plug up with half a jar of Crisco and a healthy amount of veterinary lube of the type used on livestock. This was industrial stuff for use on farm animals, but it sure worked well for my ass. creating a nice thick lubricated barrier between the toy and my butthole.
Even so, it took both the nurse and the assistant using their full body weight to get the toy inside of me. The wind was practically knocked out of me as I felt each bump and crevice of the gargantuan monster as it slid up my boy hole. Up past my sphincter trampling over my prostate and deep into my guts. This barely had the right to be called a butt plug because it was more of a whole hole.
I moaned and squirmed. It was hard to even tell if the catheter inside me stretching me to my limit in front as well, but I could tell I was pre-coming like crazy by the way my pee dripped out of the catheter trip, forming slimy strands as it descended to the basin below.
When the plug was fully inside I can feel my butt hole clenching around the monster, yet it was stubbornly held wide open by the gargantuan mass. And then, just when I thought I was stretched to my limit, the nurse hooked a little hose into the bottom of the toy and I saw a big red hand pump and knew that this was no ordinary ass toy. It was a pupm-locked one. With several pumps of the nurse's hand stretching me wider than I ever thought possible, the toy was soon locked inside.
"That oughtta hold you for a while, sweetie," said the nurse. "We can take it out after lunchtime and see how deep that gape is."
They then diapered me up extra thick in a super thick cloth and rubber diaper with lots of disposable stuffers inside. When they set me down, I couldn’t even stand. The nurse chuckled and sat me in the stroller not even bothering to buckle it as they knew that it would never fit around my ridiculously large diaper. Once again, I was given the choice of where to go. I could go anywhere in the nursery I wanted today, and I didn’t have to worry about any nursery punishments for falling into their naughty traps because I was already stretched to my limits, so I could just enjoy any area while the plug stretched me wide.
Comments
Can't wait to hear more!!
Oh yeah, his butt’s done for X3
I downloaded it and it worked fine for me.... That's weird! I'll send you a copy
Seems like the part one pdf is corrupted? I can’t seem to open it anywhere. I wanted to start this story from the beginning but as of right now I can’t no matter what I do! Any ideas?
Yay. So good!! I can't wait for more messy accidents with the Perma gape
