Off the Road and Into the Woods – Ch. 09 (Tier 2+)

Things were coming along very well indeed.

Hannah hummed softly to herself behind her mask, relieved to be bouncing her way back down the  rocky road toward their little cabin. Grocery runs were anxiety-inducing these days, what with the spiraling numbers of illnesses in the state. Hand sanitizer was her friend now, along with her precious mask that had been so dang hard to come by. Rumors were swirling – online and in stores alike – about imminent food and supply shortages. In light of all the terrifying uncertainty, it was harder than ever now to avoid the temptation to stock up on anything and everything she could find…

But in the end, she'd exercised restraint and gotten only the things she needed for this week. Lots of vegetables and fruit, of course – for her and her Will's smoothies. Plenty of powdered milk and protein powders and oats for his cereal. Baking supplies. And most importantly, plenty of juice – exactly like those articles she'd read online this morning had recommended.

See, it was Will's digestion she was worried about. It had been four whole days now since she'd begun Will's treatment: taking him in hand and reminding him of just how much he needed her. All this time, he'd been very good about wetting himself, thanks to all the fluids she's been giving him. But somehow, the stubborn fellow had managed to hold off on making a poopy. That surely wasn't healthy: neither for his digestion nor for his progress in learning to become dependent on her…

Hannah steered the little car to a stop now in front of the cabin, then removed her mask to reveal a quiet smile beneath. Oh, she wasn't exactly looking forward to her Will making a stinky in his pants – at least not for its own sake. Poop was poop, after all. But it was necessary, wasn't it? He needed to learn to submit to her. He needed to lose all control, and realize that she was now in charge of everything. He truly needed… to mess himself.

Which was nothing that a few gallons of prune juice couldn't make happen.

She gave a satisfied sigh, glancing down approvingly over her bosom straining within her new cotton blouse. Hmm… Was it just her, or were those lactation supplements already working? Maybe her boobs really were heavier than before? Ehh, it was probably all in her head. Yet she'd never felt so strong… so womanly… so flat-out sexy as she did right now. She was Will's wife-turned-mommy: his lover and caretaker and disciplinarian.

And god, what a refreshing change it was from her previous life only a month or two ago! How insecure she'd been. How directionless. How stifled her maternal instincts had been, denied by Will's refusal to father a biological child with her…

Well, there would be time enough to reflect on all that, wouldn't there? Right now she had to haul these groceries in to the little kitchen. She had to whip up Will's mid-morning formula. And she had to feed it to him… check in on him… maybe even let him and his naughty hands loose from the bed where she'd bound them fast.

***

"Aww, what's the matter, baby? Is someone feeling a little grumpy?"

Will grimaced at Hannah's saccharine tones coming from the door, half-turning to see her slipping through the door and locking it quickly shut behind her. Frick it all, she was locking it again, was she? Still keeping him in here, even now?! God, he had to get out – had to find some way to escape this nightmare. Had to find some way to distract or overpower her… to untie his wrists and get this damned tape off his hands… to rip this god-awful diaper off before- before…

"You don't look so good, honey! Is it your tummy? Is your belly feeling all icky?"

A torrent of vitriol bubbled within, and Will bit his lips, on the verge of unleashing a torrent of invective at his clearly deranged fiancée. She was being… horrific. Abusive. Sadistic and perverted. And yet… what could he do? With tightly taped hands still bound behind him, he couldn't exactly fight her, could he? She was stronger, anyway, he'd had to admit. Besides, she also had the distinct advantage of not suffering from wave after wave of these crippling, gut-wrenching cramps that almost had him whimpering aloud in pain…

And so, he simply gulped it all back. Stared up at her bleakly. And nodded in resignation. "Yeah," he admitted, eyes dropping down to the damp padding between his legs and the bulge of his erection that seemed now to be almost constant. "Yeah."

"Oh, but baby," Hannah began, and now she was stepping directly before him, the swish of her cotton skirt and the earthy scent of her unshowered body filling his senses. "Baby, you know you'll feel so much better when you let it out! Why are you being so silly, trying to hold it in? Come on, I know you need to make a boom-boom for me…"

'Boom-boom'? Will fought back the urge to let out a hysterical laugh at her infantilizing words. "But but I'm not- Please, Hannah, let me-hmmmmm!" "No whining, baby," she retorted as the strong, soft pressure of her silencing hand gripped tight over Will's mouth. For a moment the motherly condescension in her voice faded away, replaced by sharp, fierce command. "You're to call me Mommy, remember? Or shall I go ahead and take away your speaking privileges again for good?"

Memories of the dreadful, dry wads of cotton in his mouth flashed through his mind, and Will found himself shaking his head frantically behind her hand. No, no, not that again. Anything but that! "Good boy," she smiled, the ice within her tone melting once more into motherly warmth. "Now, come here – let Mommy help you…"

"But- but I need to go-", he maintained, a series of whimpers escaping him as she tugged him upward. "I- I can't hold it much longer! Please, I mean it! Don't- don't make me-" But her hands were already guiding his limbs into place – jerking his still-bound wrists upward – twining his feet and legs through hers in a truly puzzling arrangement. She had him by the shoulders now, standing awkwardly in front of her with his back to her. She was pulling him forward, his legs locked in place around hers. And now she was forcing him inexorably downward, his legs splaying out into a wide-legged squat…

Oh, god. No, no, no! He- he wouldn't be able to hold it like this-

Which was precisely the point. "See, this will be much better, baby!" Hannah beamed, her arms easily keeping her frantically struggling, diaper-clad fiancé from escaping her grip. "Squatting down like this is such a healthy position, did you know that? Makes it so much easier to get all that nasty poo-poo out! And if we give your tummy a little massage as well…"

"No, please! Please, I- I'm gonna- Don't make me! Hannah, please! I- I mean- Mo-mmmmmpppphhhh!!"

In his cramp-fueled panic, Will remembered the magic word a few seconds too late. Already Hannah's hand was tightening on his mouth, stifling his plaintive cries and leaving him grunting and breathing heavily in mute terror. Already he could feel his bowels escaping his control, the pent-up mass of four days' worth of smoothie and formula crying for release and threatening to explode from his aching sphincter. It was going to happen any moment now, that supreme moment of humiliation… and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

MMhhhggghhmmmm. Uuuhhhhmmmm- He moaned into Hannah's gagging hand as the cramps peaked and with a sudden gulp of resignation, he finally gave in. No sense trying. He just wanted relief. Relief… at any cost. Even if it meant a shit-filled diaper.

"Good boy," she cooed, as Will's body tensed and shuddered between her legs. Already a few squeaky farts were escaping, and a pungent smell began to emanate upward from his diaper. "Push it all out, baby. You know you need to. Do it for Mommy, honey. Do it now…"

Which he did. Sweating. Shivering. Grunting into his fiancée's hand. While the mass between his butt cheeks grew, and the first, painfully hardened stool gave way to a softer, and then almost liquid, mess. Followed by an almost involuntary emptying of his bladder, warming and softening everything into a warm, sticky mush.

It was revolting for him, yes. The sensation was indescribably humiliating, as was the knowledge that he was literally filling his diaper like a wide-eyed little toddler. But oh… the relief! The utter relief and calm that settled over his poor belly was so good… so very good.

"Good boy," Hannah smiled once more, and as she abruptly removed her hands and disentangled him from her legs, he staggered and fell… right onto his smelly rear.

Oh, but that wasn't where is stopped: with a strangled cry of disgust and a recoiling scramble of legs. Not by a long shot.

"Oh, but that's exactly right, baby!" Hannah giggled, and back down onto his bum she bore him, forcing his ass deep into the diaper beneath. "Down on your stinky bum for me!" The heavy load within, caught between his bare ass and the unyielding surface, squished audibly and smeared itself easily deep into his ass crack. Upwards in either direction it ran, back along his back and into the wide seat of the diaper itself, and erupting around his imprisoned balls and still-erect shaft. He was well and truly messy – which, it appeared, was precisely what Hannah wanted.

"What a good baby!" she laughed, and even as she thrust Will backward onto his back she was tugging at her cotton blouse, jerking it down to reveal her luscious breasts within their restraining bra. A quick twist of her hand, and the bra fell open, leaving the now-topless woman to settle with a knowing smile down atop her prostrate young man. "Now, then… I think good babies who make boom-booms for Mommy should get a reward, don't you? Come on, honey, eyes on me. Just relax and let Mommy see what's going on down here…"

She knew damn well what was going on down there, of course. She knew it, and Will knew that she knew it. That seemingly eternal erection straining within his diaper had been obvious even before all this, and it was just as obvious now. Despite… or perhaps because of… the mess he'd just made.

"No- no, please- it- I'm- it's all-" Will faltered, but his shame-filled eyes were fastened on the tantalizing breasts above him, and as her hands kneaded at the tented front of his visibly stained diaper, he let out a bleating little moan of unwilling pleasure. "I- I can't-"

"Oh, but you will," Hannah returned, her smile deepening as she gave her heavy breasts a provocative shake. "Come on, baby! Let Mommy help you feel how nice a wet, messy diaper is! You just love it when Mommy teases you like this, don't you? Come on, it's okay! Good babies love making messes in their diapers, honey – all kinds of messes. You're learning to be my good baby, after all. And you simply… can't… help… it…"

Of course he couldn't. Not like that. Caught between his beautiful, psychotic, bare-chested fiancée… his own irrationally raging arousal… the overpowering sensation of his repeatedly soiled and smelly diaper… and the humiliation of it all… Well, poor Will didn't have a snowball's chance in hell of not collapsing into the fevered, babbling thrill of orgasm.

While above him, the serenely smiling Hannah watched in evident satisfaction. This was all new to her too, after all. But damn, if it wasn't turning out even better than she'd hoped! Will was practically bawling for her now, dependent on her for everything he needed and wanted in life.

Now all that remained was to ensure that things stayed that way – for good.

(To be continued!)