| Title: | last Time for the Big Job |
| Name: | Tighe |
| Email: | [email protected] |
| Gender: | Male |
| Current Age: | 46 |
| Posting Date: | 10/25/09 |
| Story Contents: | | A- Post-toddler (4-8)* | ● | R- Sisters, other girls* | ● | | B- Pre-teen (9-12)* | | S- Babysitters | | | C- Teen (13-17) | ● | T- Masturbation | ● | | D- Adult (18+) | | U- Sexual situations | ● | | E- Cloth diapers* | | V- Gay | | | F- Disposable diapers | ● | W- Erections | ● | | G- Pee | ● | X- Bedwetting | | | H- Poop* | ● | Y- Accidents | | | I- Exposed diapers/pantslessness* | ● | Z- Punishment/Diaper Discipline | | | J- Multiple diapers* | ● | 1- Female Domination* | | | K- Baby paraphernalia | | 2- Enemas | | | L- Mother | ● | 3- Restraints | | | M- Father | ● | 4- Crying | | | N- Aunt | | 5- Spanking | | | O- Uncle | | 6- Humiliation | ● | | P- Brothers (diapered) | | 7- Babying | | | Q- Brothers (not diapered) | | 8- Regression | | | *Denotes Deekerian story elements | |
| Summary: | Robbie, age 5, was abused by his father, until he was arrested. He now lives with his new Mommy and Daddy and his new sister Polly. |
| Deekerian Score (20 is max.) [?]: | 15 (75%) |
It was 4th of July 1976 and my parents and I were visiting my sister who lived about an hour away from us. I had been staying at my sister's for a couple of weeks over summer vacation. I was 13 years old at the time and in the middle of puberty. My hormones were raging during this time.
My parents were driving up for a picnic and to bring me home.
It was very hot that day and I remember my almost 4 year old nephew Marc was wearing nothing but a diaper.
Over the last 2 weeks I had witnessed Marc poop in his diaper several times.
Every time I saw him I imagined it was me in his place and this aroused me.
I was more aroused by his poop habits. He would sneak off to a private place to take care of "business". I had a keen sense of awareness as to when he needed to poop and followed him discreetly. Every time he pooped it was the same thing. He would stop, scan the room to makes sure no one was nearby to catch him in the act. Then he would spread his legs a little bit, bend his knees, quietly grunt and push. His face would turn red and the back of his Pampers would begin to bulge out from the impending load being pushed into the diaper. Then he would straighten up and finish peeing in the diaper. Then he would put his hand over the poopy bulge in his diaper to admire his "dirty work".
Then what took place next surprised me the first time I saw it. Marc would waddle over to the nearest stationary object that he could straddle between his legs and sit on it and wiggle and gyrate his hips back and forth causing the mess in his diaper to mash and spread everywhere in his diaper. After about a minute of doing this he would just sit still and stare into space like he was in a trance while he rubbed and pinched the front of his wet and now very dirty diaper. This would continue for another 3 minutes or so until I would hear him sigh and then return to playing with his toys or watching TV.
It would be sometimes as long as an hour before my sister would notice the foul smell emanating from Marc's diaper. I never told on him preferring to watch him playing in his dirty diaper and stopping occasionally to see him pinch and mash the back to make sure he could still feel his poopy.
On the fourth of July my parents arrived at about noon. My mother was old fashioned when it came to potty training and had me potty trained by the time I was 2. It was a matter of pride for mothers in the 60's to have their kids out of diapers by the age of 2.
As my parents came through the door and hugged my sister and my nephew my mother looked down at Marc who was sitting on the steps wearing nothing but a diaper. I knew she could not resist commenting. She told Marc "why are you still wearing a diaper, you don't go pee pee and poopy in them, do you"?
"Shame on you, you're too old for wet, stinky diapers"!
You'll be 4 years old next month, you're not a baby anymore, you're a big boy now and big boys don't wear diapers!"
Marc's face was all red from shame and embarrassment and I felt sorry for him. I knew what he was feeling as I flashed back to my childhood and my mother using the same tactic on me. I felt embarrassed myself and I was sure my face was flushed as well. Marc was a captive audience for my mother and just stared at her unable to speak or what to say. I felt the tension and embarrassment in the air and had to save both Marc and myself. I spoke up and said "where's Snoopy" (their dog) breaking the tension and changing the subject without suspicion. "Oh he's in the back yard" my sister replied. My plan had worked and the attention turned toward the back deck as we walked through the house my mother commenting on how nice of a day it was for a picnic on the deck.
We enjoyed our day and by 6pm the my sister and my parents were sipping coffee on the deck as I sat at the table listening un-observed to the adults discussing recent events in the news. I looked over at Marc who was lying on his side playing with his Matchbox cars in the corner. As I watched him he would stop, pinch at the front of his diaper then continue playing. He did this several times and I knew he had to poop and would soon get up to find a nice private place to poop in his diaper. I knew he liked pooping in his diaper and often avoided diaper changes as long as he could preferring the feeling of his very wet and very messy diapers. This frustrated my sister as she would often ask him "how can you stand to wear wet, stinky, messy diapers on your butt"?
Marc would just sheepishly reply "I like the way it feels". My sister would reply back "that's disgusting, lets get you cleaned up".
Anyway, back to the story. Sure enough Marc finally realized he needed to poop and got up off the floor and quietly slinked into the house. A few seconds later my sister walked into the kitchen to put dishes in the sink as she did she turned on the light exposing Marc in a half squatting position his face all red and grunting and pushing. My sister remarked "Marc why can't you just let me know so we could sit on the potty and poop"?
My mother, father and myself entered the kitchen as we were getting ready to leave and witnessed Marc straining and grunting, his face all red, trying to push a load into his Pampers. For Marc it was too late as he was already in the middle of pooping and it was too late to stop. Marc was clearly a little constipated as everyone smiled and stared at him grunting and pushing.
As Marc continued pushing it was easy to see his diaper expanding from the long hard turd being pushed into it. Marc was very embarrassed but continued grunting. He knew what he was doing was wrong. It was very peculiar to watch Marc poop in his diaper. At 4 years of age he was as big and tall as a 7 year old boy. It looked so wrong for him to be pushing poopy into his diaper.
Of course my mother couldn�t resist the temptation to shame him. "Shame on you going poopy in a diaper, shame on you, phew! phew!". "You're too old for stinky diapers, shame on you"!
Marc continued grunting and pushing with all eyes on him. The poop was so long and hard it appeared as though he had a tail under his diaper. The back of his Pampers had an enormous tent in the back as he finished the "Big Job". Marc was embarrassed as was I for him. I got an erection as I was so aroused watching him to the "dirty deed" in his Pampers and concealed my erection with my back pack as we started walking toward the front door. We hugged and said our goodbyes as Marc just stood in the back ground his face still red from embarrassment and my mother commenting on how embarrassed he looked. My sister told Marc "c'mon lets get you out of that poopy diaper to which Marc pleaded not to have his diaper changed yet. I knew Marc had missed the opportunity to squish his dirty diaper and fondle himself and this made him disappointed. He had this ginormous load in his diaper probably the biggest and maybe the last time he would be doing the "Big Job" in a diaper. The last thing I heard as we headed out the door was an exchange between my sister and Marc.
Marc: "Please don't change me now"!
My sister: "Marc you stink really bad, how can you possibly like having that dirty mess in your diaper"?
Marc: "I like the way it feels, mommy"!
My sister: "That's disgusting Marc, lay down on the floor."
I knew I would probably not see my sister and nephew for another month and by this time Marc would probably be potty trained and completely out of diapers.
Because of this I couldn't resist stealing 4 of his Pampers and stashing them in my back pack. I also had found a half or so dozen plastic pants in different colors. They were x-large and I stole a yellow pair.
As we drove home I nodded off fantasizing that was me getting caught pooping in my diaper. I couldn't wait to get home and put on 2 of the Pampers and the plastic pants and go to bed dreaming and fantasizing about what I had seen and witnessed in the last 2 weeks.
I remember pleasuring myself to these thoughts that night. I remember using the diapers, pooping and peeing in them during the night and masturbating in them. I think that this particular I had what I still consider to be the best orgasm I had ever had.
THE END