The Liberation Of Father Mortimer
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"But Cassie! Today was supposed to be our time alone together. We got
the sitter and I made all our plans. This ruins everything!" Tom
couldn't help but express his disappointment. He had had three dates
with this beautiful woman, but they had all been in the presence of her
child and other friends or family members. He wanted to get her alone,
not only to get to know her better, but to have a chance to see a little
more of her. He wanted to see, and to feel, those wondrous breasts and
to see what else might be hidden beneath her winter clothing. Now, just
when they were finally supposed to have the day to themselves, Cassie
surprised Tom by telling him that one of her girlfriends had broken up
with her boyfriend and needed some company. She would be there soon.
"Really, Tom, whine, whine, whine. You're no better than a two-year-
old. Julie needs me right now. I would think that you would be a
little more sympathetic."
Tom saw the threatening look on Cassie's face and should have known
better than to go any further, but he couldn't help himself. He wanted
her alone, for himself. "Does she have to stay long? You think 20 or
30 minutes should be enough?"
He was not ready for the strong reaction to his continued whining.
Cassie seemed to explode, showing him a side of her he had not seen
before.
"I don't believe you! A good friend of mine, someone I have known for
many, many more years than I have known you, is in pain and all I hear
is about your needs, your selfish needs. You truly are no better than a
self-centered toddler, and deserve to be treated like one!"
As she spoke these last words, Cassie pulled Tom off the couch by his
ear and directed him to a corner of the living room. She pushed him so
that his nose was no more than two inches from the wall.
"Now when children misbehave, they have to stand in a corner. And until
I decide that your punishment is over, you must stand there without
making a sound. You understand, mister? Not a sound."
Tom should have stood up for himself, but somehow knew if he resisted
that he would never see Cassie again. Even facing away from her, he
could sense her sensuous body and thought there was still a chance he
could make amends and get some snuggle time, even if it meant standing
in a corner for a few minutes. He jumped, however, when he heard the
doorbell. For the moment, he had forgotten that Julie was coming over.
Before Tom could even think what he should do, Julie was inside the
door. Later, looking back, he realized this was the time he should have
done something to stand up to Cassie. Anything.
"What's going on here, Cassie? I didn't know you had company. And why
is he standing in the corner like that?" Julie sounded curious, but not
completely surprised.
"Julie, you are looking at the backside of Tom, who decided he was going
to be a typical man this morning. Me, me, me. He is being punished and
is standing in the corner so that he can concentrate on what he did
wrong."
"Maybe that's what I should have done with Jeff. Men can be such
babies."
The two women then began to talk about Julie's problems with her former
boyfriend, and it didn't take long before the conversation shifted into
the problems with men in general. Standing quietly, Tom grew
uncomfortable as the tone of the talk grew more and more hostile to his
gender. He wanted to defend himself and other men, but knew he had best
remain quiet.
He soon grew uncomfortable in another way as well. He felt like he had
been standing in the corner for over an hour and his bladder began to
ache ever so slightly. Before their argument, he and Cassie had sat at
the kitchen table drinking several cups of tea, and he was beginning to
feel the effects. He shifted a bit to try to relieve the feeling, and
listened to the conversation to see if it would be ending anytime soon.
It didn't seem likely. Cassie and Julie were well into the subject of
how immature men were in general, and how they wanted all of their needs
met first, as if they had never grown out of infancy. Time went on, and
Tom's bladder began to send even stronger signals. He soon was in pain
and couldn't find a comfortable position that would ease his need. He
concentrated on keeping his bladder quiet, but had his attention
diverted as he realized that Cassie was speaking to him.
"Tommy, I told you to stand still over there. Stop fidgeting this
instant!"
"I'm sorry, Cassie, I really am," Tom replied meekly. "But I really
need to go to the bathroom."
"Honestly, Tom. Again, always your needs first. All your moving around
over there is distracting to us. I was going to let you join us, but
because you don't seem to have learned your lesson about whining, you
just earned another half hour in the corner. And if you say one word,
young man, it will be even longer."
Tom was disappointed to learn that he had inadvertently extended his
punishment, but was relieved that he now had a time it would end. He
could wait thirty more minutes, he thought, as he began to count to
sixty silently.
He had barely counted into the sixth minute when his stomach seemed to
explode in pain. He had to go to the bathroom, and he had to go now.
It must be that he was thinking about his bladder too much. He tried to
think about something else...baseball, algebra problems...but his mind
kept coming back to his need to urinate. Nature was calling, and didn't
want to be kept waiting.
As he tried to estimate how much longer he had, Cassie got up and walked
to the kitchen to put on more water for tea. He couldn't help but hear
the water running, and running and running. Why didn't it stop? The
wet splashing was too much to bear, and he felt a small stream of urine
escape form his penis. He immediately stopped the flow, and was sure
not much had come out. His underwear felt slightly damp, but that was
it. And it actually made the pain go away. He would have no problem
making it the rest of the time.
After awhile, Cassie finally told him that his punishment time was over.
She came over to him and put her hands in his, and generally seemed glad
that he was back with her. Gently, she scolded him one last time with a
reminder to behave, but her warm smile made him feel that everything was
going to be ok. It was then that Julie interrupted his reverie.
"My God, Cassie, do you see what he's done?"
Both Tom and Cassie seemed genuinely puzzled, but both of them followed
the direction of Julie's gaze?right at Tom's crotch. Tom was horrified
when he saw that more than a few drops of pee must have come out
earlier. His entire crotch area, and one leg all the way down, was
soaking wet. He had wet his pants!
"Eewww, gross," Cassie said, pulling away from him. "Isn't it enough
that you whine like a toddler, did you really have to behave like one?
What are we going to do with you?"
Tom started to reply by making excuses about having told her about his
needs, but even he knew they sounded feeble. He was standing in front
of two young, attractive women in wet pants. He froze still, unable to
think of what to do to save his dignity.
Julie broke the silence. "Cassie, I may be out of place, after all he
is your date, but I think before you go out anywhere with him you should
probably make sure he is potty trained. From where I sit, I think
that's a big concern."
Cassie shocked Tom by agreeing, even sounding pleased by the suggestion.
"Absolutely right, Julie. I guess I should have known. He has been
behaving so infantile, it should have occurred to me that maybe he
hasn't mastered everything it takes to be a big boy, much less a man.
What do you suggest?"
"I have a nephew who has just started being toilet trained, and I have
done my best to help. I think I can help you too, if it's ok. But
first we need to get a few things."
Tom's face fell as they began to grab their car keys to go out. He felt
immense relief when Cassie looked again at his crotch and told her
friend, "Wait a minute, Julie. We can't let him go out like this."
"You're right, what was I thinking. He does give off a bit of an
aroma."
Cassie disappeared for a minute, then returned carrying a large
container of baby powder. Julie walked up to Tom and pulled his pants
and underwear out away from his body as Cassie shook heavy clouds of
powder down his front, then repeated the process in the rear. Tom knew
then he would not be getting a change of clothes before they went out.
And the powder made things even worse. The fragrance of urine had been
very mild, hardly noticeable. The powder's scent, though, was
overwhelming and seemed to bring out the odor of the pee, making him
smell like a wet baby. It actually brought attention to his accident.
He thought about refusing to go, until he saw that Cassie had his car
keys. He was trapped.
"Come on now, little one, don't worry. Mommy Cassie and Auntie Julie
will make everything all better." Tom cringed at the sing-song tone of
Cassie's voice, and at how both women grabbed his hands like he was a
small child. He tried to think of how to get out of this as they led
him to the car.
"You sit in back like a big boy while we drive to the store, Tommy,"
Cassie cooed as she spread a plastic garbage bag under him before
strapping him in. Sitting in the car, for the first time Tom examined
his middle closely to see how bad the damage was. He was surprised to
see how much he had wet, and was horrified to see how obvious the stain
showed on his jeans.
He closed his eyes, wondering how things had gotten so bad so quickly.
Only hours before he was daydreaming of getting into Cassie's pants, and
now he had pant problems of his own. He was feeling sorry for himself,
and didn't realize the car has stopped until he heard the door open; he
opened his eyes to see Cassie leaning in to release his seat belt.
As he got out of the car, Tom instinctively put his hands in front of
his crotch to try to cover the evidence of his shame. That strategy was
soon foiled as Cassie and Julie each grabbed a hand and led him across
the parking lot. The lot was crowded, and Tom felt as if every eye was
staring at him. He also began to feel that familiar ache. He realized
that while he had leaked, his bladder was still full and he had
forgotten to go to the bathroom before they left.
Tom didn't pay attention to where they were going, but was grateful to
enter the store and get away from all of the attention he was sure was
centered on his embarrassing accident. He then looked around and saw
shelves stocked with gowns, pads, protective clothing and other medical
supplies. As he glanced back to his front, he noticed a stern-looking
woman approach them. He tried to pull his hands free to cover his
middle, but Cassie and Julie held tight.
Cassie spoke as the woman drew near. "Hello, Ma'am. My boyfriend here
seems to have regressed in his toileting, and we could use your help in
getting some supplies." Tom blushed as the woman's eyes traveled down
to his crotch.
"I see. You have several different options. We have some pads that he
could put inside his underwear, although those are generally used by
women for mild leakage and you seem to have a wetter. We have some
panties that are similar to training pants used by children who still
have occasional accidents, and of course we also have a nice selection
of diapers."
Tom couldn't believe his ears, and gawked at Cassie as he saw her smile
and nod. Cassie led him to follow the woman as she walked to the back
of the store. Julie let go of his hand and went off in another
direction.
"Your choices are just like baby diapers," the woman said as the
approached a wall overflowing with what appeared to be bolts of fabric.
"You have cloth of different thicknesses, and disposables. It really is
just your preference. I do need to ask you a couple of questions,
though, to help you in your decision. Is he a heavy wetter? And how
often will you be changing him? Does he soil himself as well as wet?"
Tom couldn't believe what he was hearing, and also realized that the
saleswoman was addressing Cassie as if he wasn't competent to answer a
question himself. He opened his mouth to deny that he even had a
problem, but Cassie beat him to it.
"My Lord, yes, he wets a lot. What you see here is just a small
accident for him; normally his whole backside would be wet. His aunt
and I will change him when we can, but of course we get very busy with
our adult responsibilities." Tom cringed as Cassie put the emphasis on
the word 'adult,' as if it were foreign to him. He also wanted to
object to her implication that he wet more than once, but knew the woman
would never believe him since she was already treating him like a child.
"As far as soiling, we haven't had that problem yet. But the back of
his underpants are often very dirty, and he doesn't seem to really know
when he has to go potty, so I think we had better assume he will be
wearing dirty diapers at times."
Hearing this, Tom had had enough and turned to go, but Cassie's grip
grew strong and he couldn't easily escape. He also remembered that she
had his car keys, and he had nowhere to go.
The saleswoman took several styles of cotton diapers down off the shelf
and began to explain the differences. Tom tried to tune out, and only
heard an occasional "absorbent" or "rash" float his way. He suddenly
realized that Cassie was holding up a very thick diaper to him middle,
trying it for size.
"We'll take a dozen of these thick ones, but please leave one out for
now. Do you have plastic panties to go over them?"
Tom could've fallen through the floor as they were shown different
styles of waterproof pants, and was abashed as Cassie seemed to pick the
types aimed more at females, with lacy trim and pastel colors. He
jumped as Julie came up behind him.
"Aren't these just the cutest things?" she asked rhetorically, holding
up some pink and yellow panties. "They're training pants for big boys
who forget how to use the potty, just like Tommie. They even have them
in prints, with little bears and flowers on them."
Cassie smiled. "I'm not sure how long it will be before he graduates to
them, but we might as well get some while we are here. I expect he will
be difficult to train, so you had better get at least six pair."
The women herded Tom toward the cashier, where the saleswoman was
already bagging their purchases. He was then forced to use his own
credit card to pay for them, as Cassie emphasized that she didn't want
any adult-sized diapers to show up on her statement. Tom turned to
leave when he was held back by a strong arm.
"I'm sorry to bother you," Cassie addressed the woman who had helped
them. "But we still have another stop and I'm afraid his underpants
won't take another soaking. Do you have a dressing room?"
"We don't have anywhere with a changing table," she replied. "But you
could diaper him on the floor in the back. Store rules require that I
be present, though."
Cassie and Julie both nodded, and soon the three women led Tom back to
the rear of the store. They had him lie on his back, then Julie and the
saleswoman each removed one of his shoes as Cassie unbuckled his jeans.
Tom tried to imagine he was somewhere else.
Almost immediately he felt a rush of cool air against his skin as Cassie
pulled off his still-sopping jeans. He blushed deeply as her heard a
'tsk, tsk' from one of the women as the examined his yellow-stained
underpants. He turned an even deeper shade of red as he felt them being
pulled from his body, leaving him naked from the waist down.
"My, my," Julie giggled. "He really IS a little boy, isn't he?"
Cassie laughed as Julie picked up Tom's flaccid penis and let it drop
back down. Even the stern saleswoman was smiling. Tom was so
embarrassed that he didn't even begin to get an erection as Cassie took
a sweet-smelling baby wipe from her purse and began to clean his
genitals.
"Of course, little boys don't get excited when Mommy cleans them, do
they," she snickered. "Baby pee-pees are only useful for wetting their
didies."
Tom felt the soft, full diaper being placed under his bottom. He closed
his eyes to avoid the smirking faces of the women, but jumped a bit as
he felt the cold, thick lotion being squirted on his groin. He began to
moan a bit and finally get hard as Cassie spread the lotion into his
genitals, but deflated immediately when he heard the giggles from his
audience. More powder was sprinkled all over his diaper area before the
diaper was pulled across his thighs. Cassie knelt close to him as she
pulled the sides tight and pinned them, while the other women watched.
"How about that nice pair of plastic panties with the pink flowers," she
told Julie. Tom lifted his butt as Cassie pulled the voluminous panties
over his diaper and then lay still as she tucked the diaper inside the
legs and waist. The panties seemed huge, and billowed out from him.
Tom stood up as Cassie pulled his pants back up his legs. She laughed
as they caught on the diaper and would not go up any further. Tom
looked up in panic.
"Don't worry, little one. Mommy thought this might happen." Tom
watched on as Cassie produced a pair of pale yellow sweat pants, which
he gladly stepped into in order to cover his diaper. He soon realized
that though they covered his diaper, they did nothing to hide it. It
was clear that he was as well padded as any baby. Worse, the plastic
pants crinkled loudly when he moved.
And he soon found that even moving was difficult. The diaper was so
thick that his legs were pushed unnaturally away from center, and he had
to waddle to walk. The trip back to the car was even worse that the
trip in, as he now was clearly diapered and was walking like a toddler.
In the light, he also realized how effeminate the yellow pants were.
Everything was a blur as he was strapped into the car and then soon
taken right back out. He was not surprised to see themselves at the
Babies R Us store. It just seemed to be one more step in this torture.
He was sure he heard giggles as they entered the store, which was
crowded with women and their babies stocking up during an annual sale.
He pushed a cart as Cassie and Julie gleefully filled it with wipes,
bottles, a plastic bib, a rectal thermometer, food and formula. He had
to stand among a throng of women as his tormentors debated which diaper
bag to get. Suddenly, he felt his crotch getting damp. He knew that to
hold back any longer could damage his bladder. Carefully, Tom tried to
release a small amount of urine to relieve the pressure. He was shocked
as his bladder responded as if her were an infant, and pee flowed
heavily into the waiting diaper. Great, he thought, here I am picking a
diaper bag and wetting myself as if I really were a baby. He was
miserable, and the sagging diaper only made it worse.
He glanced back to see if he had leaked onto his pants, and saw Cassie
snicker as she watched him and guessed what had happened. She came over
to him, handing Julie the pink diaper bag they had chosen.
"Did Snookums have an accident? Didum the little boy pee his panties
like a baby?" Cassie cooed as she pulled his pants away from his waist
and put her hand down his front and between his panties and diaper.
"Oooohhh, so wet little Tommy! Don't worry, Mommy will change you
before your bottle and naptime."
Tom wanted to run, but at least five women nearby broke into laughter,
causing even more customers to look in their direction. One young
mother pushing a stroller even gave his padded bottom a squeeze as she
walked by. It seemed like an eternity before they left the store and
finally headed back to Cassie's place.
Once there, Cassie left the room for a few minutes while Julie stripped
Tom down to his diaper and panties. He shifted uncomfortably as he
waited. He tried to ignore Julie as she whispered in his ear about how
smelly he was, and asking him what kind of man still wore diapers and
wet his pants in public.
After a long while, Cassie reappeared and pulled Tom into the bathroom
as Julie followed behind. He was surprised to see a plastic baby potty
sitting in the middle of the bathroom floor.
Cassie followed his glance and explained. "This is probably useless,
but I know Julie has been helping her nephew get potty trained, so as
long as she is here I figured we could give it a try. If you perform
on the potty for us, and show us that you want to be a big boy, we may
let you wear training panties. But if you continue to act like a baby,
or if you have any accidents, it's diapers for you."
Cassie turned to Julie, who seemed pensive. "I was just thinking,
Cassie. You know that girls are so much easier to toilet train than
boys. Part of it is probably that girls are just a whole lot smarter
than boys, and there's nothing we can do about Tom's limited mental
capacity, but it couldn't hurt to take a few actions that may help. If
we treat your baby here like a girl, at least while we try to potty
train her, maybe it will go faster."
Cassie's eyes gleamed, and she quickly assented. She left the bathroom
and returned with a frilly babydoll, covered in lace and most definitely
pink. "Remember this, we bought it as kind of a joke. It will come in
handy now." She and Julie stepped to either side of Tom as they pulled
the nightie over his head. It came down to just below his waist, and
looked identical to a baby dress for girls. Nevertheless, they still
weren't satisfied.
Cassie opened a cabinet and pulled out some makeup, which she used to
give her baby rosy cheeks, and then pink lipstick for pouty lips. In
the meantime, Julie found some ponyholders and barrettes, and pulled
Tom's hair tight as she put in as many as she could manage. The final
insult was when each of them took pink nail polish and did his
fingernails and toes as he stood helplessly, still in his very wet
diaper.
"That's better," Cassie said with finality. "Is my little girl ready to
try the potty?"
Tom nodded glumly, but Julie interrupted.
"I think she should see how it's done first. Do you mind?" Without
waiting for an answer, she pulled her jeans down, shuffled over to the
toilet and then slowly, almost seductively, lowered her panties. Tom
gaped as she straddled the toilet and sat, pushing her hips out slightly
so that he could see her as she peed. He wanted to look away, but
couldn't.
As the last drops of urine fell, Julie unrolled a pad of toilet paper.
"Now, we girls need to be very careful to wipe all that nasty pee-pee
away." She took extra time wiping her vagina, saturating the toilet
paper, but waited before throwing it into the bowl. She stepped over to
Tom, still with her panties pulled down, and put the toilet paper
beneath his nose. "Smell that, baby? Would you like to taste it?"
Cassie laughed as Julie ran her used paper across his lips, causing him
to involuntarily lick them. He winced at the taste.
"My turn," Cassie said. "But I think she needs to see it a little bit
closer." As she pulled her own panties down and sat on the toilet, she
pulled Tom's face inches from her crotch. Almost immediately, a warm
torrent of pee started to flow, splashing both into the bowl and into
the baby's face. Tom tried to look away, but Cassie grabbed his hair
and held him close. As she finished, she pulled him even closer.
"Lick!" she commanded. With both hands, she held his head close as he
cleaned her with his tongue. Julie looked on as Cassie refused to let
Tom stop, until she finally shuddered with a thundering climax.
"I wish I had thought of that!" Julie exclaimed. "Maybe next time!"
"Now it's your turn, baby, but not on this big potty." Cassie led Tom
over to the baby potty and pulled his panties and diaper down to his
ankles. "Whew! Can you imagine anyone wanting to smell like a toilet?
I can't believe she wants to use diapers instead of wearing panties.
And look at the size of her clit, Julie. What a baby!"
Cassie and Julie pushed Tom down by the shoulders until he sat on the
undersized potty chair. He knew this would be his only chance, and
tried to pee. Unfortunately, he had emptied his bladder into the diaper
earlier, and found he could not even pee a few drops with two women
watching him intently.
"I guess she can't go. She is a baby after all."
Tom started to object but found a pacifier being shoved into his mouth
before he could say a word. In no time, the dress was put back over his
head and he was laid on the floor for a change. Cassie took a clean
cloth diaper from the pile nearby.
"I'll make you a deal, little girl. If you can stay dry for one hour,
we will try the potty again and give you a chance to graduate to
panties. If you wet, even just a little, you will be in diapers until
we decide it is time to try again. And that may be weeks. Or months.
Deal?"
Tom nodded, grateful for at least another chance. He would do this,
after all, and would have no trouble staying dry for just one hour.
"Julie, would you go prepare baby's bottle? I'll get her diaper on."
Julie nodded and left for the kitchen. Cassie took the soiled diaper
out from under Tom's bottom, dropping it on the floor with a thud, then
put the clean one in its place. "Now remember, baby, keep it dry for an
hour."
As she spoke, Cassie glanced back to make sure Julie was not in sight.
With an evil grin, she straddled Tom and leaned over to his ear. "I
saved something for you, little one," she whispered.
Tom immediately felt a warm trickle run onto his penis, down his rear
and into the thirsty diaper beneath. She was peeing on him! When they
checked his diaper in an hour, it would be wet with her own urine!
Cassie quickly pulled her panties back up and finished diapering Tom,
putting a pink panty on to match his dress.
"There, all nice and dry," she said loudly with a sarcastic smile. "Now
crawl into the kitchen for some lunch and a bottle."
Tom crawled after her, the wetness already sticking to his bottom. He
wanted to go home. He didn't want to be a baby. He was so caught up in
his thoughts that he didn't hear Cassie and Julie talking quietly about
who would have him the first night, and what their plans were for the
weekend. He was about to become their baby for a long, long time.
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