(Finished) Self Pleasure -- (Author) BostonBaby

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Author: BostonBaby
Timestamp: Nov 11, 2022 at 5:50 PM
Content: Self-Pleasure – by Boston Baby

In a way it was sort of amusing – here we were in a large open room – maybe twenty or twenty five of us, all legally eighteen years or older, and nobody was talking or making eye contact with anyone else. We were all wearing a hat, or hoodie and some even had on sunglasses (INDOORS!); plus, we were all ingesting various concoctions or guzzling fluids.

No, this wasn’t the World Series of Poker, or a pre-stage of the Tour de France – it was the waiting for Self Pleasure.

We were all on the sixth floor of a semi-busy office building on Brattle Street in Cambridge, Massachusetts up the block from Harvard University….and everyone in the room was an AB, or an DL and knapsacks and gym-bags here and there. We had made the pilgrimage for baby-time self pleasure.

“So real it’s unreal!”

This facility was embraced by the Birkenstock wearing – Prius driving – Fair trade-coffee-drinking citizens……… Why you ask?

Because during the licensing hearings the board stated, “that if it feels good, is for consenting adults, under strict health-code regulations, why not allow it?” So Self Pleasure opened a few years ago, and never looked back. On the fun-side – The Field of Dreams mantra (‘If you build it they will come’) had a WHOLE new meaning here in the shadow of the nation’s oldest college…

Since I am a returning guest, my Self Pleasure program had been entered via password, and insertion of my debit card ($222.90) -- which couldn’t have been a random number since two two two nine = BABY on a keypad. It bought me a hundred and twenty minutes of “stimulation.”

Finally, a “female” robotic voice filled the room and announced:

“Number 760 proceed to room M-six, 1009 to room F-seven, 1412 to room F-eighteen, 88 to room M-nine, and 2799 to room M-twenty three.”

I suppressed a grin at the murmurs when number 88 was called – yeah, I’d been here early and now often…

Some of us leaned down, grabbed our supplies and – with eyes cast downward, or hidden behind the forementioned shades – followed the Pacifier markings on the floor out of the room and through the metallic doors.

In the hallway I peeled into my room and sat on the bench inside and looked at the contraption that I saved nickels, dimes and quarters for. The device that has caused me to forgo anything except basic necessities.

It was a chair that had no bottom. It was a chair that really had only one arm. It was a support system that was strung from the ceiling by thick black nylon cords; and under it looked like a scale to weigh items. On hooks slightly behind the “chair” were various items some sealed in plastic, activation buttons and labeled hoses. The beautiful thing about no bottom for the “seat” is that the ass came into play – or heavy diapers came into play – or a whole bunch of wonderful scenarios were all possible ….

At least here in the Male-designated rooms.

The “room” was about as “large” as one and a half tanning booths. Maybe three by six feet at best; two doors, one monitor, and the walls were all blueish-green and went from the silver shaded floor to the white ceiling.

“Number eighty eight you have ten minutes.”

I removed my partially sodden diaper, and everything else but my T-Shirt; then I stowed the dype for future re-use and took out a clean disposable diaper and strapped it ‘half-way’ on and sprinkled in the J & J. Waddling to the device, I went up the three small stairs and stepped into the middle of the ‘chair’ (i.e., onto to the metal plate), so I could secure my right ankle and above and below my knee in soft Velcro straps. Then I did the same thing on the left side. Once I got to my mid-section more Velcro around my upper thighs, waist and chest. Then I pulled one hose toward me (“PENIS”) ripped off the plastic, and slid the warm sheath up and over my manhood. I positioned my member up against my chest, allowed the tube to snake up and out – and secured the rest of the diaper.

“Four minutes.”

My stomach lurched and gurgled.

I took some packing tape off one of the hooks and spooled it around the top of the Molicare for extra hold. With my right arm, I reached and donned the goggles and the high-fidelity earplugs - then hit the large button on the wall.

The sound of heels were heard on the wood floor, then the stairs, and per my program card, the left arm was secured and my hand gently gripped the padded bar, as the emergency stop control was strapped to the forearm. My right arm was placed on an arm-rest but not tied down except for a band around the upper bicep; then the extra padded ties for neck and forehead, and the pillow adjusted for comfort. I was able to always hear but not see at this juncture, I didn’t know how the program did that. She(?) wore perfume and had a lovely voice.

My stomach lurched again – and I squeezed those butt-cheeks together.

“English or Metric System?”

“English.”

“How much do you weigh?”

“One eighty nine.”

*Buttons pushed*

*I felt the cords / ropes shift a bit*

“Are you choosing urinary or fecal pleasure or both?

“Both.”

“Toddler or adult baby?”

“Toddler”

“Our scans indicate a disposable – if you continue or depart, should we change you accordingly?”

“Yes”

“While in Self-Pleasure, Huggies, Luvs or Pampers?”

“Huggies.”

“High chair, floor, crib, supermarket carriage, car seat or changing table?”

There was only two I hadn’t tried…

“Car Seat.”

First time baby…

“What flavor of bulk fiber would you enjoy?”

“Could you turn on the A-C a bit more?”

*Seconds later cooler air was moving*

“What flavor of bulk fiber would you enjoy?”

I had swallowed blueberry, strawberry, chocolate and banana before…..

“Cinnamon Apple.”

“Watery, standard, paste or progressive?”

*pause*

“Progressive?!” Hey –that was new and sounded like fun…

“How large an opening do you wish on your mouthpiece?”

“Large.”

*Ripping plastic*

A flexible membrane was placed over my mouth and softly tied behind my neck; I allowed my tongue to check the “nipple” size – and was relieved “she” had the correct one. Then I stopped breathing through my mouth and breathed through my nose, because the tube was attached to the teat.

“The scale can be set on one two three or four – do you remember what that means?”

*Nod*

“Please indicate by signaling with the fingers on your right hand.”

If I set it for one, I could probably get two, maybe three orgasms by the time my reservation ran out – but they weren’t that intense. A dial that read ‘four’ was a TOTALLY mind-blowing ride – but sometimes you never got there because you had run out the clock… Talk about blue balls….

I held up three fingers.

I felt “her” affix the metallic square onto the bottom of my diaper, and then give it a playful pat. I couldn’t hear any humming but I could feel some buzzing/pulses as the steel plate shifted below me.

The heals clicked away.

Suddenly I was in a mini-van….. HOLY SHIT… I couldn’t see the “doors” on either side but I could ‘feel’ and see the car seat around me. The car seat rocked a bit, but not much – even when the woman-driver made a turn down a city street. The padded strap between my legs wasn’t’ there seconds ago – and yet – now it was!

Cool!!

My mini-van bench looked a bit further away from the front seats than it would normally would – but that was okay too. The driver was a very cute blonde-haired lady and every now and then my eyes could make contact with her blue eyes via the rear-view and she’d smile at me. I wiggled my hands but they were cocooned around a baby bottle. The emergency stop device was now a simple big red bunny-button.

I was in some kind of toddler outfit, and the top of my diaper was no longer purple but had what looked like a piece of Winnie the Pooh’s head.

Yup – I was back to about twenty-odd months!

Watery mush semi-gushed into my mouth and I leaned back, closed my eyes and started a constant sucking and swallowing regiment. This time - when my stomach grumbled – from the home-ingested Metamucil – I relaxed my bowels and crap began to snake into my diaper. It sagged a bit, but I enjoyed the added weight. I sighed and kept swallowing and swallowing and swallowing the apple-cinnamon fiber and stool-softener-laced product. Urine trickled up and out of the tube and that too made it’s way into the slowly expanding padding.

We slowed to a stop and a young woman got in the front passenger seat.

“Hey Karen, you brought your little guy again?”

“Bobby and I are always together on weekdays, right Bobby-Wobby?”

*Gurgle / grin*

“Does he EVER let go of that bottle?”

“Hardly, Bobby you remember Melinda, don’t you?”

*Gurgle / grin*

The rocking, and the dribbles, and the peeing, and the cool A-C, and the sucking relaxed me to a point where I must have fallen asleep…. But then……

“Bobby?”

I opened my eyes and Karen was leaning over me via the sliding side door – Nice rack! I kept feeding – and – when did the ‘car’ stop?

“Bobby, did you make a stinky in your dypee?”

I tried to say something cute but the bottle was not helping so I gurgled “yesh momma.”

She smiled, brushed my hair back and kissed my cheek which was swollen around the latex nipple… I could feel her lips, and her hands… Nice!

“Silly baby Bobby, I’m Karen – your mom’s at work!”

Then I felt her hand gently cup the bottom of my diaper… *boing* As my ‘number-two’s’ touched my lower regions for the first time…

“Let’s get you a new ba-ba that one’s almost empty…”

For a second or two I was breathing out of my mouth (!), then a bottle was ‘replaced’ and a slightly thicker mixture began to make its way onto my tongue and down my throat.

*More pats on the diaper*

“Well, it’s not that bad –let’s see if we can make it to the park before you really have to be changed.”

The side door slid shut and we got underway again…and I swear I could feel the hum of the engine and I could certainly see the passing scenery and the other cars in front of us… More crap slid easily out of my ass – was it my food, or this oatmeal? My laxative or their concoction?

My penis twitched and leaked. Some time later my body made the connection – as it always did in here – suck as much food and juice in and let it all slide thru – so the poops were loose and it all meant one thing – a heavier and heavier diaper -- allowing the MoliCare’s now affixed metallic patch to droop closer to its floor-bound mate.

“Oh, DARN IT all – look at all this TRAFFIC!”

My eyes jerked open, and we indeed had stopped in the right lane of what looked like Fresh Pond Circle….

“Please try to hold it in Bobby, this may be a while!”

*grin*

I opened my butt cheeks even wider…the diaper tabs had to be grateful for the extra packing tape… I consumed more and more apple cinnamon and…my stomach felt semi-bloated so… I sleepily pushed and more feces slid…and a little more came out and my lower regions felt like the heavy diaper was pulling me down thru an open trap door even though I thought I was in a comfy car seat….and then the mini-van moved a bit, and I gurgled and farted, and dozed, and peed…and I opened my eyes as we swung into a rest area.

“It smells like Bobby’s got a gift for ‘Kare-Kare’…!”

“Gift??? Girlfriend – you are TOO easy to please…”

I greedily ‘ate” and pushed and swallowed and pushed and then the sheath began to vibrate and I opened my eyes and Nanny-Karen was on her knees gently rubbing and cupping down there. Her left and right hands were underneath me and….Jesus… my eyes crossed…and I started to thrust my diapered crotch into the car-seat-restraints.

“Hey Karen – what are you doing with those hands?”

“It’s seems Bobby LOVES the feeling of his mushy diaper – because about six weeks ago I carried the little stinker on my hip to get him to the changing table – and the combination of moving or rubbing, or something made him playfully kick, and giggle and pant and well gurgle lots of happy noises! Once he calmed down, he was extremely easy to maneuver, change, and put down for a very long nap….let’s see if I can recreate that again…”

She massaged the underside of the dype with her fingers and with her wonderful thumbs my penis was getting a nice rub… The bottle twitched and so did I…

“I dunno Kar – it looks he’s, well, getting off…”

Keep going keep going…

“Don’t be silly he’s not even two!”

Karen undid the straps of the car seat and began to plant kisses on my stomach…but only after her chin rubbed the head of my cock with each smooch… I tilted my head fully back so my bottle wouldn’t hit her head….and her chin could keep up its magical friction…

Oh LORD I love this…

“Well – I’m pretty sure I’ve seen Todd look like that while I’m going down on him…”

“No way, Bobby-Wobby won’t push any sticky stuff out…..but it IS important to make sure all of the pee-pee and poopies are released before he’s changed….so I massage a bit… Right Bobby-Wobby?!”

I was oozing pre-cum…

“Why?”

“Because once I change him after this playtime, he’ll be out like a light, allowing us to sunbathe, have a drink and play Candy Crush Saga for a while…and he’ll be well rested and poop-free even by the time when we get home.”

“Nice – keep rubbing Kare!”

I sighed, and stopped sucking and the ‘food’ dribbled down my chin as the sensations built and built… My legs were already spread wide and involuntarily began to leap and twitch as the oncoming orgasm built and rose…and my right hand patted her silky hair…

“Such a silly messy baby…with his ba-ba…Always latched on to that blue ba-ba…but he looks-like-he-must-be-fullee… ”

Oh GOD…

*More ‘food’ flowed down my chin*

“Just feel all the squishy, mushy poo-poo in here… But the dypee has room for more doesn’t it --? C’mon push it all out…”

I grunted.

“That’s my little guy – give it to the diaper…”

And ‘Kare-Kare’ continued to move the fecal matter gently but firmly around my lower regions while softly but firmly sliding her hand up and over my thickening cock and repeat and coo, and another rub, and another smile, and another rub, and a squeeze, and a coo - and I dreamily stared at her full breasts and pointed nipples pushing against the cover-up – and my scrotum tightened and a rush of heat was spreading – and the stars began exploding – I came out both ends. Semen poured from my cock, and the remaining doodies squirted out my ass… I was as empty as empty could be…

WOW…!

I sleepily felt those two hands gently slide from beneath me and she moved out of the van, and the back hatch must have opened because warmer air and more light rushed in.

“I think I need lessons…”

“He’s two!”

“Uh-huh….”

“Mel – do you see that small-sized bottle?”

“Yeah…”

“Give it to him.”

Melinda hunches around, reaches through the opening in the seats and switches out my bottle…

“Is he sucking?”

“Yup…”

“Put your hand on the front of his diaper…”

“Yuck!”

“It’s plastic, and he’s got clothes on – don’t worry…”

I yawned, drooled – and let go a warm stream.

“Keep the bottle firmly in his mouth.”

*Giggle*

“He’s pissing…”

“Tell me when he’s done.”

*Suck, swallow, burp*

“He just stopped peeing – he’s soaked!”

“That’s my cue!”

Then I realized the formula had changed its taste and consistency and I shuddered with pleasure one more time… Karen was back in front of me with plastic gloves on…

“Thanks Mel, I’ve got it. C’mon sleepy little Bobby-Wobby – time for a new nappy and a long nappy!”

I fought to stay awake – to feel those hands again, to watch her change me – but once the bottle was removed and my head landed on her shoulder I crashed to sleep – as the drugs added to the flow were designed to do.

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Seeing was again not an option – but that voice had returned.

“Number eighty eight you have been cleaned, powdered, and diapered – thank you for coming.

Thank You!!

“How much time did I have left?”

“Nine minutes, they will be stored for use on your next visit; you have seven minutes to depart, please gather your items, re-dress and watch your step leaving the platform.”

Car seats are fun!

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Author: BostonBaby
Timestamp: Nov 14, 2022 at 2:06 PM
Content: It was a short "piece" - my others have been marathons - and I didn't have it in me at this point. I usually concentrate on the basis/theme of slight pressure --- to make the male bend or conform a bit to her ways, hence the need for multiple chapters to bring it into the realm of possible or probable. If it's "self pleasure" then no need for length....