Summary: Jason is born in the Community and raised there where women 
are in charge and only the women are allowed to use toilets: the boys 
wear diapers. When Jason becomes adolescent, he is treated to ensure 
that he will always be docile and dependent on diapers.

The Community

Jason had just turned twelve. He was well developed for his age, 
although he couldn't tell that since he was the only boy of his age in 
the Community. His nurses kept saying what a big boy he was, smiling at 
each other knowingly and saying that it would be soon now. When he 
asked what they meant, they just smiled again and told him to wait and 
see.

Jason lived in the male dormitory block where he slept in a large room 
with all the other boys all younger than Jason, apart from the one, two 
and three year old boys in the special nursery next door. He hadn't 
thought it strange that there was only one boy of each age as he'd 
grown up there and that was the situation. He didn't think it was 
strange either that only the girls and women in the community used 
toilets whereas all the boys were kept in diapers and plastic pants. 
He'd been taught that boys and girls were different and that is why the 
boys had to wear diapers. Wearing a wet or wet and soiled diaper was, 
for him, the most normal thing in the world. When he was changed, he 
liked the special attention he got when he was washed clean and 
thoroughly creamed to prevent diaper rash. Whilst the women felt than 
men were a lesser breed, despite their necessity for procreation, they 
still didn't treat the boys badly.

The Community (always with a capital 'C') was a remote town up in the 
mountains, but in a valley between them which was shielded from the 
worst of the winter storms and was a very fertile area, supporting 
subsistence farming with enough surplus to sell to other communities to 
pay for items which the Community couldn't manufacture itself, such as 
medical supplies. Twice a week, a large truck came from the plains 
towns, with a female driver, for the Community to load up its surpluses 
and to receive mail and items purchased. The Community even had its own 
hydroelectric power scheme. What was strange was the lack of males. The 
Community had been set up seventeen years ago by a group of women who 
didn't want men for a whole variety of reasons. Some were lesbians, 
others had suffered abuse from the hands of men. Whatever the reasons, 
they had gathered together to form the Community which they ran 
themselves. For breeding purposes, they arranged for one male to be 
born each year. Since artificial conception was the method with egg 
implantation after screening for health and sex, this was well 
controlled. All the fertile females had their names placed in a ballot 
each year to select the unlucky one who was to bear the male child. 
Other than that, female births were actively encouraged. Once a woman 
had born a male child, her name was removed from the ballot. After the 
child was born by caesarian ('proper' natural childbirth, of course, 
whenever possible for a wanted girl baby), the baby was taken away to 
the male dormitory to be cared for by nurses in the cr�che there.

The boys were educated with the girls in the Community's school, but 
played separately and, of course, had to go to the school nurse at 
regular intervals to have their diapers changed. Every morning the boys 
were got out of their cots, one at a time and taken to the changing 
room where they were showered clean and clean diapers and plastic pants 
put on. On morning Jason noticed that his pee tube had become larger 
and stiff. The two nurses, in their rubber aprons, gloves and rubber 
boots to avoid their getting wet when they showered Jason clean, 
noticed this and smiled at each other, "Soon!" said one to the other. 
Each night when the boys were changed for bed, they had a diazepam 
suppository and a Ducolax suppository inserted so that they would both 
settle to sleep quickly and soil themselves overnight so that they 
wouldn't soil their diapers during the day which would make an 
offensive smell for the women and girls. Any boy who did soil himself 
in school was sent to the nurse who, after cleaning him up, gave him a 
3H enema (High, Hot and Hell of a lot!) to empty him out for the rest 
of the day. Jason actually liked the enemas as he enjoyed the extra 
attention he got so the nurses at the male dormitory had started giving 
him an enema each morning to avoid him soiling during the day. The 
doctor had decided that an enema was safer than daily use of laxatives, 
as well as having a more controlled result.

There were no televisions anywhere in the Community and radios were 
banned as well so that the only outside contact was through the truck 
lady who brought newspapers which were read only by Community leaders. 
If you'd asked Jason if he was happy, he'd had said that he was. He'd 
known nothing different.

One night, he woke up hot and sweaty after a strange dream which he 
couldn't quite remember. The nurse on duty in the boy's dormitory heard 
him stirring and went to see if he was all right. She gave him a drink 
of water, patted his head and told him to settle back down again. He 
was soon asleep. The next morning when his diaper was changed, the 
nurses noted the deposit of semen on the diaper and reported this to 
the doctor, after having taken a swab from it, out of sight of Jason. 
Jason had seen the sticky white patch, but the nurses reassured him 
that there was nothing to worry about. The swab was shown to contain a 
suitable number of live sperm, so Jason would shortly play his part in 
the planned breeding programme for the Community. The number of males 
to females had been carefully calculated to provide a large enough gene 
pool and all the boys had been genetically screened to ensure their 
suitability.

After several of these strange dreams with the resulting white sticky 
patch on his diaper, the doctor decided that Jason was ready to do his 
part in the breeding programme. One morning, a nurse came from the 
Community Hospital just after breakfast to take Jason there. The nurse 
told Jason that there was nothing to worry about and that he wasn't ill 
or in trouble. At the hospital, she took him into the male section and 
placed him on the mattress of the cot there in what would be his room 
for some time. She removed his diaper and plastic pants, after taking 
off the rest of his clothes. She washed Jason clean and informed the 
doctor that Jason was ready for her. The doctor came in wearing a 
plastic apron and rubber gloves, carrying a tray with a hypodermic 
syringe in it. "I'm just going to give you a little injection, Jason. 
It may be a little sore, but it won't hurt." She went over and took 
Jason's 'pee tube' and injected the side of it with the syringe and 
small needle. Within a few minutes, Jason had a large erection. "He'll 
do nicely, nurse. Put his diaper on and I'll examine him." To his 
surprise, the nurse put his diaper on, but no plastic pants. This was 
to allow his testes to be cool, not heated by the warm wet diaper 
encased in plastic knickers so that his sperm would be as virile as 
possible. The doctor examined him thoroughly, listening to his chest 
and carrying out an EKG. "He'll be ready in a couple of days, nurse. 
Morning and night enemas to keep him empty and normal diet. OK?" The 
nurse assured her that it was fine. The sides were pulled up on the cot 
and the nurse brought Jason some toys to play with, after she'd put 
mittens on his hands so that he couldn't play with himself. When his 
erection had gone down, she removed his diaper as the bed was covered 
with an absorbent pad to soak up the urine. Jason did find it strange 
to be not wearing his diaper and plastic pants.

That night, he was given a 3H enema and put back in diaper and plastic 
pants until he'd emptied himself. He was then cleaned up in the 
adjoining shower, waddling there as his plastic pants and diaper were 
struggling to contain all the of enema and stool which filled them. 
Once washed clean, he had a small pad placed over his 'pee tube' and 
told to hold it there until he got back to his cot, in case he urinated 
on the floor. Once back in his cot, his arms were strapped back in soft 
restraints to stop his hands straying and the pad removed, leaving 
Jason lying naked on the bed. Fortunately the room was warm enough that 
he didn't need covering. The nurse slipped a Diazepam suppository into 
his rectum and wished him 'good night'. In the morning he had another 
enema, mittens reapplied and allowed to play in the cot. The nurses 
took it in turns to keep an eye on him, change him and keep him amused.

After three days of this, he had a pair of plastic pants put over his 
diaper. Next he was led to a treatment room. There he was strapped down 
on the couch with his feet up in stirrups. An incontinence pad was 
placed under his hips and his diaper and plastic pants removed. A 
rubber strap was passed under his hips and left lying either side of 
him. The doctor took a syringe, stretched his 'pee tube' with her other 
hand and injected it into the side of his 'pee tube', rubbing the 
injection site afterwards to spread the drug around. Soon Jason had a 
very large erection, although neither the doctor nor nurses explained 
to him that this is what it was. A device was placed over his erect 
penis and connected to the straps. The doctor sat on a stool between 
Jason's raised legs, wearing plastic apron and rubber gloves. One of 
the nurses placed a gag in Jason's mouth so that he couldn't speak. The 
machine was switched on and Jason realised that it was similar to the 
milking machine he'd seen when his class visited the Community's farm, 
except that there was just one tube and it was connected to his 'pee 
tube'. As it massaged his erect penis, he began to feel very strange 
and struggled against the gag and the straps holding him firmly down. 
The doctor lubricated her middle finger and inserted it into his rectum 
and began massaging his prostate. Suddenly Jason ejaculated into the 
collection device as the doctor continued to 'milk' his prostate. The 
semen was collected in a jar attached to the machine and, when no more 
came out, the machine was switched off and disconnected from the 
straps. Jason's diaper was put back on him and the straps removed. A 
nurse led him back to his room and, once he was back in his cot, 
removed the plastic pants. Meanwhile the doctor was saying to the nurse 
in the treatment room that Jason had produced a satisfactorily large 
quantity of semen for his first 'milking'. The semen was transferred 
into tubes and frozen in liquid nitrogen to go into the Community's 
sperm bank.

The 'milking process happened three more times. After that, the doctor 
declared that she'd collected enough from Jason and that he could have 
the surgical treatment the following day. This time Jason's plastic 
pants were left over his diaper when he was taken back to his room. 
This time he was allowed to play with toys on the floor of his room in 
the part which was carpeted specially for that purpose. The nurse left 
him for a few moments, being careful as always to lock the door behind 
him to ensure that he didn't stray into the main part of the hospital 
where the women and girls were treated. She smiled as she carried out 
this precaution as there was a locked door between the male and female 
sections anyway, but locking Jason's door was an added precaution. When 
she came back, she had a glass with oily looking orange juice, another 
glass of orange juice and a sweet in its cellophane wrapper on a tray. 
She called Jason over to her and told him that he was to drink all of 
the orange juice in the first glass as quickly as possible while she 
held his nose. He could then have another glass of orange juice as, she 
admitted, the first one wouldn't taste very nice, and then, as a 
special treat, have a sweet to suck. She held Jason's nose as he drank 
down the orange juice laced with 4 ounces of castor oil � a massive 
dose for someone of his age. Jason was nearly sick as she released his 
nose, gagging at the foul taste. She thrust the glass of plain juice at 
him and he drank that down. After that she unwrapped the sweet and held 
it in the wrapper for him to take from her.

Jason carried on playing with the dollies he'd been given. After all, a 
doll was a proper toy for a child of either sex, at least in the 
Community's eyes. He was upset when he was told that he wasn't allowed 
to eat that day when lunchtime came. Instead he was given a large glass 
of water to drink. Shortly afterwards, he felt his bowels convulse as 
he was hit by very strong griping pains as the castor oil did its work. 
He had to lift his plastic covered, diapered bottom off the floor as he 
proceeded to fill his diaper with load after load of oily stool. 
Teatime was a repeat of the orange juice and castor oil. The nurses 
changed him every time he'd filled his diaper, being careful to wash 
his diaper area very carefully and cream him to prevent rash.

Just before bedtime, he was put in his cot, changed into really thick 
diapers and rubber pants which cut into his thighs and waist with tight 
bands to keep him leak-free overnight. He was given four baby bottles 
with teats attached and told he could drink from them if he woke during 
the night and was thirsty. The night nurse then gave him a large glass 
to drink from. It had an orange taste as well as an after taste which 
Jason couldn't quite describe. The mixture was orange juice, 1g of 
chloral hydrate to make him sleep (the maximum dose for a child) and an 
adult dose of Picolax, sodium picosulfate, a very powerful bowel 
cleansing stimulant laxative. That was why the nurse had applied a very 
thick layer of cream on his bottom that night.

He two doses of castor oil had emptied him out, whereas the Picolax was 
to clear out the castor oil residue. That night Jason woke several 
times as the griping pains hit him. He flooded his diaper with just 
liquid, drinking form the bottles as he felt thirsty. The water just 
poured through him, but the nurse had known how thick to make his 
diapers as none had leaked by the morning. At 6 am, the nurse came into 
his room to take away any remaining bottles of water, but found he'd 
drunk them all. At 8 am, two nurses lifted a very sleepy Jason from 
bed, and helped him to the special shower as he was still very wobbly 
on his feet with the 'hangover' from the chloral hydrate. He was 
showered by the two nurses who were wearing long sleeved rubber aprons, 
which almost reached the floor, rubber gloves and rubber boots. When 
they'd decided he was clean enough, one nurse sat in the chair with a 
large bath sheet over her apron. The other nurse lifted Jason onto the 
towel and he was dried. While he was still on the nurse's lap on the 
towel, he was lifted onto a disposable diaper � something he'd never 
worn before. He was stood up, an open backed theatre gown was put on 
him with just a single tie at the back of his neck and a blue see 
through plastic shower cap to keep his hair in place.

Jason was now a little anxious, although the large dose of chloral 
hydrate stopped him from being as worried as he might have been. Blue 
plastic feet covers were slipped over his feet and each of the nurses 
took him by the hand and led him out of his room, down the corridor and 
into the operating theatre. There he was handed over to the doctor and 
the theatre nurses who were dressed conventionally in masks, gloves, 
hair covering and theatre greens. One nurse didn't have a mask over her 
face: it was round her neck. She smiled at Jason and held out her hand. 
"Don't worry, pet, we'll take good care of you!" She led Jason over to 
a chair. She sat down and put a pillow on her lap. She then lifted 
Jason up so that he was astride her, facing her, with the pillow 
between them. "Hold me tightly round the neck, Jason, and you'll be 
fine." Jason did so, curving his back as his gown fell open. She put 
her arms round him and another nurse held him so he couldn't straighten 
up. The doctor told him that she was going to give him a small 
injection in his back which might sting a bit at first. It did, but it 
soon went numb as the local anaesthetic took effect. His back was 
sprayed with antiseptic and then the doctor inserted an epidural needle 
and catheter. Once it was in the right place, a nurse placed a large 
clear adhesive over the puncture and the tubing to hold it in place 
after the doctor removed the needle. A filter was connected to then end 
of the tube which came over Jason's shoulder and then it was connected 
to a syringe. The doctor gave a bolus injection, then placed it in the 
syringe driver and turned it on to deliver a continuous dose of the 
epidural. One of the nurses asked Jason how his legs felt every minute 
of so. Soon he felt 'pins and needles' in his legs and soon they became 
numb, as did his bottom. Soon he could feel nothing from his waist 
downwards. "Good," said the doctor, "in the right place first time!"

Jason was lifted up as the pillow was removed from the nurse's lap. He 
was sat back with his legs, which he could no longer feel, astride the 
nurse's legs and his back to her. She held him around the chest and 
cuddled him to her. He liked that part of things. A blood pressure cuff 
was placed around one of his arms, a pulse oximeter on a finger of his 
other hand and EKG electrodes on his chest. The anaesthetist held out a 
green see through plastic mask with a clear rim of silicone rubber 
connected to a corrugated concentric tube leading back to the 
anaesthetic machine. "Would you be good for me, Jason, and take deep 
breaths if the nurse holds it over your face? It'll smell of apples." 
The anaesthetist turned on the sevoflurane and oxygen which hissed from 
the mask as it was held tightly over Jason's nose and mouth. Jason 
tried not to breathe it at first as he didn't like this at all, but 
soon he had to take a breath and so started to breath the anaesthetic 
mixture. He became sleepy very quickly and sagged in the nurse's grip. 
At this point, he was lifted onto the table and the mask held over his 
nose and mouth to get him deeply unconscious. While an assistant held 
the mask over Jason's face, the anaesthetist inserted a cannula in 
Jason's arm, taping it in place. She gave him an injection of sux to 
paralyse him then she inserted an endotracheal tube down his airway, 
connecting this to the anaesthetic machine and respirator instead of 
the mask. Now he was unconscious, she changed over to isoflurane which 
wasn't suitable for induction, but would take him deep enough for the 
surgery which was to come.

One of the nurses lifted his legs into stirrups and lowered the end of 
the operating table. Another nurse lifted his gown and swabbed his 
abdomen, genitals and anal region with antiseptic. The doctor inserted 
the nozzle of a tube of lubricant into Jason's urethra and squirted the 
contents into him. Picking up a previously lubricated resectoscope, she 
sat on a stool between Jason's legs and slowly manoeuvred the 
resectoscope through his urethra. With a foot hovering over the pedal, 
she put her eye to the eyepiece as Jason's bladder was filled with the 
glycine irrigation fluid. Carefully she cut away the whole of his 
bladder neck and removed as much as possible of his prostate without 
cutting right through the prostate capsule. Whilst Jason had been 
incontinent through lack of training, by the time this surgery had 
finished, he'd be permanently incontinent because of the surgical 
intervention. When she'd finished, a nurse inserted a large bore Foley 
catheter with irrigation through his urethra and filled the balloon to 
its 30 ml capacity. She then pulled the catheter so that the balloon 
entered the bored out bladder neck and prostate, preventing the area 
closing up at all. The irrigation fluid was initially bright red with 
his blood as it flowed from the irrigation bottle through the catheter 
and into the urine collection bag. After this had been done, the doctor 
picked up a scalpel and opened Jason's scrotum. She tied off the vas 
deferens from his testes and resected them, then tied off the blood 
vessels to his testes and cut through them as well. This left her able 
to finish the castration process by trimming his scrotum and stitching 
it closed so that he was flat between his legs with no scrotal sac to 
hang down.

Next she switched to his abdomen where she made two cuts and inserted 
the nozzle of a gas canister into one cut and a laproscope into the 
other. Working the valve, she inflated his abdomen and worked the 
laproscope down into his pelvic basin. There she carefully cut the 
nerves to his bladder sphincter and anal sphincter, finishing the work 
to make him completely incontinent of urine. She removed the 
instruments and pressed on his abdomen to force the gas out. The small 
cuts were taped closed by a nurse as she picked up another scalpel 
resuming her seat on the stool between Jason's legs. This time she cut 
into his perianal area, making cuts away from his anal opening and 
through the muscles of the anal sphincter, avoiding cutting right into 
the bowel itself. She made a series of the radial cuts and then 
carefully stitched the surface skin closed. A nurse handed her a tube 
of lubricant which the doctor applied to her glove on one hand. Putting 
the tips of her fingers together in the shape of a cone, she inserted 
her fingers into Jason's anus and pushed hard, separating the muscles 
where she'd cut them and dilating Jason's anus so wide she could 
actually fit her hand through the dilated anus. She removed her hand 
and a nurse passed her a ring with a groove in it and a large plastic 
bag attached to hold stool for long enough for the soluble sutures to 
dissolve before Jason was rediapered. This she lubricated and forced it 
into Jason's anus so that the anal opening was seated in the groove. 
This was to keep his anal sphincter fully dilated so that scar tissue 
would bridge the gaps created in the sphincter muscle, leaving his anal 
opening dilated and Jason incontinent of stool for life, once healing 
had taken place.

Jason was taken to the recovery area where he was allowed to wake up 
sufficiently to check that he was all right. He was left with the tube 
down his throat and sedated until the wounds were sufficiently healed 
for his catheter to be removed and for him to be diapered. The 
endotracheal tube was removed, along with all the drips and other 
paraphernalia and he was put in a thick diaper and plastic pants and 
allowed to recover from the sedation. Jason was now permanently 
incontinent beyond the change of any surgical recovery. He was 
encouraged to drink once he was fully awake and then restarted on a 
normal diet. Once the hospital staff were happy with him, he was 
collected and taken to the special section of the farm where all the 
boys who had been through Jason's treatment were sent to work and 
sleep. Jason joined the older boys in the dormitory there. There, in 
the heated dormitory where the slept and ate, the boys worn nothing but 
their diapers and plastic pants. A pair of nursing auxiliaries, on 
rotation from the hospital cared for these surgically rendered docile 
boys. Keeping their diapers changed as necessary.

The next day, Jason went out into the fields with the other boys 
dressing in a work top with diapers and plastic pants exposed so the 
nursing auxiliaries could see who needed changing. Was he happy? 
Surprisingly, yes he was. Happiness is a warm wet diaper!