Go Ask Alex Collection 2

Day 3

Day 3 of sobriety is always the hardest. I get itchy, I get chills, I get lethargic, it feels like my head and body are being stabbed by 1,000 tiny needles, it fucking sucks. But the worst is the cravings. I would fucking kill for a hit right now. To go out partying or to just get me my fix.

Instead, I’m stuck in this girly room with stupid-ass Cocomelon all day long, waddling around in a fucking diaper.

I had to piss three times since last night. The first time, I held it as long as I could. After that I pretty much said ‘fuck it’, the diaper’s already wet, right?

Now it’s soggy as fuck. Droopy and cold and mushy. I thought about taking it off, but I want that hot-ass nurse Tina to come back and give me another handjob.

I can’t stop thinking about her. Her smile, her beautiful blonde hair, her tits, and those hands. How magical they were as they stroked me to one of the best orgasms I’ve had in my life.

I tried doing it myself this morning. It was kind of gross, putting my hand in my wet diaper and trying to stroke my clammy, shriveled cock. I ended up dribbling out a begrudging little load but it just wasn’t the same. It just made me feel worse, especially afterwards.

Now I'm tweaking. Nothing to do. No one to talk to other than this stupid journal. I think I'm gonna take a nap.

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Diaper is super wet now. I’m debating taking it off. But I'm so close to getting that handjob from Tina. When will she come back?

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She came back! She gave me a shot to help with my cravings. Idk what was in that needle but whatever it was it eased my nerves instantly. It even gave me a little tingling sensation all over. Not like a high, but probably the closest I'll get to one in this place.

Anyway, when she came in the room she started using that stupid ‘Mommy’ voice with me. Talking to me like I was a baby, asking if I'd used my diapers. She didn’t ask me if I’d taken it off, she didn’t seem to need to. There must be cameras in my room or something.

She kept talking to me in that patronizing voice, squeezing the front of my diaper to ‘check for pee pees’, as if the soggy, droopy, yellow tint to the diaper didn’t immediately give it away.

She asked me if I wanted a change, which of course I said ‘yes’. But she didn’t seem satisfied with that. She wanted me to ask it in a ‘baby voice’. It was ridiculous. But it was the only way I was getting out of the diaper and getting her hands on me. So I did it. I talked in this pathetic little baby babble voice and asked her to change my wet diaper.

Not my finest moment.

She smiled and told me to crawl behind her. That she would take me to go get changed. I didn’t know what to say, but I wanted out of the diaper and out of my room. So I got down on my hands and knees and followed her out into the hallway.

From there, it looked like a normal hospital, just a bunch of doors and white tile. As I crawled by, I could hear noises coming from inside the other rooms. I recognized the sounds of Cocomelon songs. Others sounded like a baby crying. Others sounded like the moans and groans you would hear in most pornos.

I was self-conscious of my drooping diaper plopping around with every step, but the other nurses and personnel passing by barely spared a glance down at me. Tina turned the corner and led me to a rather unexciting looking door. She used her badge to buzz herself in and opened it for me, allowing me to crawl inside.

The room consisted of nothing but a tiled floor and walls, with a large tub in the middle.

“Lay down on the floor,” she told me.

I did, even though it was cold and made me shiver. She looked down at me with that beautiful smile. I tensed up and my breathing quickened as she undid the tapes of the diaper. She made sure to drill into me about how much I soaked it, and what a good boy I was for doing so. Not gonna lie, it kinda made me feel good.

But her hands felt better. My cock was instantly hard as she started working her fingers around it. The tips of her nails tickling my balls. She used one hand to make a ring around the base of my cock, then used the other hand to stroke my...eight...inch staff. I'm not lying, it's definitely eight inches! Anyway, I rocked back and forth on the floor while she tugged on me.

I wanted her to use her mouth. I wanted to see if she could suck as well as she could stroke. I asked her “Do you think maybe you could…give me a little something else?”

She just smiled, nodding, like she knew exactly what I meant. So it surprised me when she grabbed the lube. I thought maybe it was some special technique she had. Or something to make it taste better. But instead, she started lubing up her fingers.

Before I knew it, she was pressing the tip of her finger to my asshole! I tried to protest, to tell her no, that I didn’t want it, that wasn’t what I meant. But she pressed onwards. Pushing her finger into my ass!

I wriggled and squirmed at first. But she held me firm. Distracting me with her other hand still stroking my cock. She “shhh’d” me and soothed me and told me to relax. Eventually, I did, and–I'm not gonna lie–it started to feel kind of good!

She pressed on this spot inside me that made me swoon. Idk what it was. But her playing with that spot in addition to stroking my dick was some of the best pleasure I’ve ever felt! I shot a load so hard I almost hit her in the face!

She didn’t seem to care though, she just mopped me up with a baby wipe and then helped me into the bath.

The water was almost as orgasmic as the handjob. It was the perfect warmth, the bubbles were nice, and I didn’t even mind the rubber duckies and other toys floating around inside.

I really didn’t mind her scrubbing me from head to toe with the soap. The soap had a slight burning sensation to it, but I didn’t think anything of it at the time.

When I got completely clean and climbed out of the tub though, I looked down and noticed all of my body hair was completely gone! I was bald from my toes to my neck! That soap must have removed it all somehow…

Before I could say anything though she laid me down so she could put me in a new diaper.

It was even more humiliating when I didn’t have pubic hair to catch the powder she was applying.

Once she had me taped up she started walking me back to the room. I asked her if I would get any clothes. She did that smirk again and told me there was some in my closet.

But I'd looked in my closet, all there was was a bunch of frilly dresses and these oversized onesies.

Idk how I could be so stupid.

Of course they wanted me to wear those ridiculous outfits. I’d spent all this time thinking they were for someone else, or to help decorate the room.

No way I’m putting any of that shit on. But all I'm wearing is a diaper, and it’s getting really cold in this room…

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Alright so I put on the thing I figured would be the least embarrassing. It’s a large, plain white onesie with pink trim. I wasn’t going to do the little buttons at the bottom and just wear it like a t-shirt, but I figured i’d rather button it up than I have my big, stupid diaper out on display.

I try to avoid looking over at the mirror. I hate seeing how pathetic I look. But every now and then I glance over to the wall and get reminded of my situation. How great my life used to be back when I was running around doing whatever I wanted. I miss using a toilet. I miss chewing my food. I miss the drugs. I miss sex. Actual sex. Now i’m stuck in this room writing in a stupid journal while I crinkle around in a diaper with nursery rhymes playing in the background.

I’m not crying. You’re crying.

Day 4

“Mommy finger, Mommy finger, where are you? Here I am. Here I am. How do you do?” I’m so sick of that stupid song. I’m so sick of Cocomelon. I’m sick of this fucking place and this stupid pink shit and this stupid diaper.

Day 5

I’m so. fucking. boredddd. I feel like I'm losing my mind. Like my brain is melting in this vortex of patronizing solitude.

I’ve actually started wetting and messing my diaper as much as I can, just so I can get some human interaction. The hot nurse Tina still comes by and changes my diaper. She even gives me a handjob every single time. It’s like I'm a puppy getting a treat or something for doing what she wants. She still makes me ask for a change in that pathetic, lispy voice. The one where I have to verbalize what I've done in my diaper. But I don’t care at this point. Anything to break the monotony. I’m actually guzzling down the milk and ‘food’ they give me just so I can make more messes and get more rewards. Believe me, I’ll take any hit of Dopamine I can get at this point.

She also gives me that shot every morning. I still have no idea what it does, but my nipples have been hurting and it helps scratch my itch for a heroin needle.

There is only so much I can do to entertain myself. I’ve gone through 10 coloring books, I’ve built every arrangement I could out of those stupid blocks, I’ve built those wooden train tracks, I’ve even shook ridiculous rattles.

The only thing I can do to distract myself is write in this stupid book, and I don’t even feel like doing that. But apparently I didn’t write enough yesterday. I didn’t even think they read or even cared about this silly thing. But Tina told me if I didn’t write at least 2 full pages a day I would be punished. I don’t know what that means. Maybe they’ll take my meals away or something?

I asked her if I could watch something else on TV. Anything else. She smiled at that. “Are you sure?” She asked. To which I vehemently told her “yes”. She must have not believed me, because she asked if I was sure three more times before she nodded to the two guys at the door. Then they all just left, I don’t know what they’re up to, but I don’t like how happy they seem about it.

******

What. The. Fuck.

You’re never going to believe what happened. Where do I begin?

So Tina and those two guys come back and they’re wheeling in this chair. It honestly looked like one of those Electric Chairs they used to use for the death penalty. So I immediately started panicking, right? I mean, I legit thought they were about to put me to death!

Those two dudes grab me and —well, you know, I put up a good fight. But they barely managed to get me in the chair, it definitely wasn’t easy for them. They start strapping me down. My wrists, ankles, chest, even my forehead was strapped back against the chair. I couldn’t even twitch a muscle!

Then they put this thing on my head. Kind of like a Virtual Reality headset. Actually, that’s probably exactly what it was. Anyway, at first it’s all black. I can’t see or hear a thing cause it has these headphones too.

Then all the sudden the screen flashes on, and it’s just this naked blonde chick smiling. At least, I assume she was naked. Her tits and pussy were pixelated. I couldn’t see the good stuff but I assume it was there. She waves and bounces and says something like “Hi, sissy! Welcome to your training program!”

I remember thinking that was weird. Like, at first I was like “cool! They’re gonna let me watch porn!” But what did she mean by ‘Training program’? Why was it censored? And why did she call me a ‘sissy’?

Then the screen starts to kind of melt and warp. This hypnotic music starts to play in my ears and these spirals start appearing on the screen. Then it all gets kind of hazy. The music mixes with voices of these hot sounding girls, but they keep saying weird stuff like “you’re gonna be a wittle sissy girl” and “you’re gonna suck soooo much cock”. And all of this stuff starts appearing on the screen. Girls sucking dick. So many dicks. Dicks everywhere. Any time there was a girl on screen her boobs were blurred. Dudes jerking off. Dudes jerking off other dudes. Dudes blowing other dudes. But none of that was blurred, I was able to see everything if it was a dude.

Finally there was one that had a really fine girl and she was actually showing her tits! Until the camera panned down and showed she had a dick. ‘This will be you one day’ the voices said.

The screen started picking up the pace. Flashing all sorts of images my brain couldn’t keep up. It was all so erotic, I could feel my cock getting hard inside the stupid diaper. Though there were so many images I couldn’t be sure what my dick was getting hard from.

That’s when I felt something pressing against my frontside. There was a faint *click* and the thing started vibrating against my crotch. There were no more images of girls on the screen. All it was was videos of guys– or guys dressed like girls–interacting with other guys.

I wanted to say something but I felt something being pressed against my mouth. It was made of some sort of rubber that felt like skin. It was long and smooth and kept pressing inward until it was hitting the back of my throat. Then there was another click and the thing started moving back and forth. Almost perfectly in time with the dick that was pumping in and out of another dude’s mouth.

“Awww yea! That’s it! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” The dude on screen said, and right as he started blasting in this other dude’s mouth the thing in my mouth started spurting too. It was this warm, bitter, salty liquid that tasted like hotdog water. There was so much of it I started sputtering around the thing in my mouth. I tried to turn my head but the device kept me still and facing forward. I let the juice dribble from my mouth but there was so much of it I had to swallow some. Well, as much as I could with the phallic device still oscillating in and out of my mouth.

“You’re gonna be a good little cocksucker” the audio kept repeating while the images kept playing. 9 videos showed up on the same screen, all sucking a massive dick by ambiguous givers. All moaning instantaneously.

“You’re gonna be a good little cocksucker”

I could feel the vibrations harder on my cock. I could feel the urge to cum rising. But I didn’t want to cum to a screen full of dudes sucking dick.

“You’re gonna be a good little cocksucker”

I tried to squirm. Tried to escape the vibe. To move my dick away from it, but it seemed to follow me.

“You only want dick in your mouth”

My diaper was crinkling. I clenched my legs as best I could. Trying to hold back.

“You’re gonna be a good little cocksucker”

The dicks on screen started cumming. Another shot of liquid pumped in my mouth.

“You love sucking cock”

I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t stop it.

“You’re gonna be a good little cocksucker”

I convulsed and contorted, but I couldn’t control myself. I felt my warm, sticky juices being added to the padding of my diaper.

“You love sucking cock” it kept saying. Ringing in my ears as I came off my post-orgasm high. The images and voices started slowly fading out. But not before leaving me disgusted by what I just came to.

The vibrations stopped, and so did the thing pumping in and out of my mouth.

When the device was removed from my head, my eyes had to readjust to the room around me. Like I was snapping out of a daze. Only Tina was there, smiling.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” She asked.

“No…” I whined.

She crooked an eyebrow at that, then hooked a finger into the front of my diaper. Pulling out a sticky glob of my jizz.

“Seems to me like you did…” she said, then pressed her gooey finger to my lips. Forcing me to suck it clean. It was my first time ever tasting cum, and I couldn’t help but notice it had the same taste as whatever had been pumped into my mouth moments before.

But she wasn’t done. She pulled the tapes off my diaper, opening the front flap so it draped over the chair and my still oozing, dribbly cock was exposed to the air. She reached over to her tray of instruments and grabbed this metallic cage looking thing.

“What is that?” I asked when she flashed the biggest smile I’d ever seen.

“A little something to keep you more…on edge…”

She took the metallic ring and started looping my balls through, then pinched my shaft and shoved it through as well like she’d done it thousands of times. It all came together when she started putting the head of my dick into the little metal bars of the cage. I whimpered and tugged at my bonds as she took a tiny lock and key and looped it through, connecting the two sides of the device.

“Much better!” She said when she finished. She didn’t even bother giving me a fresh diaper. Just pulled my wet and sticky one back up and taped it shut.

“I hope you enjoyed your entertainment today! We can do it again whenever you’d like!”

I told her there was no way I was going to put myself through that again, to which she just gave me this smirk and a wink, “Mhmm…We’ll see!”

To Be Continued