An hour crawled by in agonising slow motion for Jeff. The little girl's childish giggles echoed around him, punctuated by the ominous gurgling sounds of a distended bladder and the telltale whiff of impending doom - or so he thought. Then it hit him. Not with the force of a meteor, but with the warm, yielding embrace of a tidal wave of...phooey.
It wasn't the horrifying deluge he had anticipated. No, this was something else entirely. A thick, creamy eruption that flowed into his being with a disconcerting pleasantness. It tasted surprisingly savoury, almost like well cooked cheese tinged with a rich caramelization. The smell, far from revolting, was intoxicating – a heady scent of baby powder mixed with a burn cheesy smell.
His senses, once horrified by the prospect of containment, now reveled in it. The phooey, spreading across his 'face', felt...sensual. An unfamiliar warmth spread through him, tingling in the recesses of his transformed being. His diaper form throbbed with a strange, intoxicating pleasure as he absorbed more and more of the child's waste. It was as if every fibre of his being was designed for this very purpose – to cradle and contain these savoury, fragrant emissions.
Then came the pee. A torrent of liquid gold cascading down upon him, soaking through the padding that was his stomach, spreading across his 'face'. The taste, a blend of sweet and slightly salty, was divine. Each drop felt like a caress, each ripple of urine a symphony on his sensitive surface.
Jeff, the diaper boy, was lost in a maelstrom of conflicting emotions. He loathed the fact that he was being used, yet reveled in the experience with every fibre of his being. His disgust at containing waste warred with an undeniable arousal brought on by the little girl's bodily waste. It was a perverse paradise, and he was trapped within it, unable to escape the intoxicating embrace of his new reality.