Go Ask Alex (Collection 1)

Day 1

They told me I had to write in this stupid journal every day. Something about how it will “help with the treatment process”. They can try whatever they want. I’ve been to the best rehab facilities across the entire North American continent. None of it has worked. I’ll still end up getting my fix as soon as I get out of here.

This one is by far the strangest though. They have me in this ridiculous pink room. All this baby shit on the walls. Not actual baby shit, mind you. It’s like all this Hello Kitty, Barbie, Unicorn, princess bullshit. I feel like I'm in a little girl’s room. Except this girl’s room doesn’t even have a toilet!

They gave me this notebook to write in, but not even a pencil or pen to write with! Just a box of fucking crayons. I feel so stupid sitting on a little stool in front of this tiny white vanity thing. It has a little mirror on it so I can see myself. My teeth have gotten so rotted from the meth that I only have a handful of them left. There’s dark circles under my eyes because I haven’t slept in like 2 or 3 days.

Sorry, I know i’m rambling, but i’m really fucking bored and don’t know what else to write about. I also need to take a mad piss, so I’m gonna go see where I can find a bathroom…

******

Okay what the fuck. So I banged on the door until someone down the hall finally came. It was this FINE ass nurse, dude. The outfits they wear here are slutty as fuck. Her skirt was short and skimpy, and she has the best tits I've ever seen under that uniform. She looked like someone out of a porno.

Anyway, so I tell her I have to piss right? And she just gives me this fucking smug-ass smirk. I ask her where the bathroom is and she just says “i’ll be right back.”

The fuck? Just tell me where it is, bitch!

So she comes back a couple minutes later with this big ass smile on her face. And then get this: she hands me a diaper.

A fucking DIAPER, bro!

I said “Na lady, the toilet! I need a toilet!”

She looked me deadass in the face and just said “this is your toilet.” Then walked off.

The fuck?

Looking at it now, it’s a really big diaper. It might actually fit me. But I'll be damned if I'm gonna put something like that on and piss in it. They already got me in this embarrassing pink room. Ain’t no way i’m gonna put on a pair of pink Pampers with princesses on it and piss myself.

It’s funny though, I actually have pissed myself before. After going on benders where I was poppin’ all kinds of shit I would wake up behind dumpsters with piss all down my pants. Hell, when I was high on heroin I actually shit myself once!

But those were accidents. I’m not about to do that shit on purpose!

******

Alright, it’s been a couple hours and I really gotta fucking pee. I keep banging on the door but no one’s coming. That hot ass nurse just walked by, peeked in the window, saw I didn’t have the diaper on, shrugged, and walked past. You gotta be fucking kidding me.

******

You’re not gonna believe this.

So I’m pacing back and forth trying not to piss myself, and finally I just say ‘fuck it’, pull down my pants, and start peeing in the corner of the room right there on the floor.

I kid you not, before I even get to midstream, the door opens and that hot-ass nurse comes in with these two big black guys. They start beating the fuck out of me. Holding me down and rubbing my face in the puddle of piss like I'm some sort of disobedient puppy. They rip off my pants, pin me to the ground, and all the sudden I feel my ass light up. I peek around to see the nurse holding a wooden paddle.

I lost count of how many times she hit me. It must have been at least 30. My ass feels like it’s on fire. It’s so bruised and blistered I can barely sit and write this. They left me on the floor in a heap before slamming the door shut. I DEFINITELY wasn’t crying when they left, I’m too much of a man for that.

Anyway, I’m gonna try to go to bed.

Day 2

I didn’t get much sleep at all. The mattress on my bed is about 3 sizes too small. I would stretch my legs out but the whole thing is surrounded by these wooden bars that keep me from spreading out. The sheets are made of plastic and super uncomfortable. It was also freezing cold and I only had this tiny little blanket to keep me warm.

This place is starting to feel like a prison. I wonder if my wife knew what she was signing me up for when she admitted me to this place. I certainly didn’t. I figured it would be just another rehab facility. I willfully signed the paperwork only to keep my PO happy and keep me from going back to actual prison.

At least prison had decent food. This morning for breakfast all this place gave me was a tiny bowl of some kind of white slop. It even had a tiny spoon to go with it. The taste and texture were both disgusting, so I didn’t eat more than a few bites.

I was hoping for something to wash it down, but they just gave me a baby bottle full of what I think is milk. I haven’t tried it yet. I refuse to drink something out of a rubber nipple. I tried to take the top off but it’s sealed shut somehow.

I’m really bored. They took my phone when I was admitted, most places do. But the other ones at least had video games or something to keep me entertained. My room has toys in it, but it’s just things like blocks, rattles, stuffed animals, coloring books, and one of those ring stacking things with the big yellow stick. Oh, and let’s not forget the little Playskool rotary phone on wheels. So I guess I do have a phone…

There is a TV in the room, but there’s no remote and it’s stuck on some stupid show called Cocomelon. It’s literally an animated show where they do nothing but sing these stupid fucking nursery rhymes nonstop, it’s driving me crazy.

******

I tried the mush again. My stomach was growling so I had to shove it down. It left this pasty, bitter taste on my tongue. My mouth always gets dry when I haven’t had my meth in a while. I was thirsty, so I decided to drink some of the bottle. It actually wasn’t bad. It wasn’t milk. Well, not all milk. It has a sweeter, tangier taste than milk. It was so good I drank almost all of it.

I’m bored. I wish I was high. Just a bump or a hit or even a joint to mellow me out. I refuse to play with stupid blocks to keep me entertained. I hated the thought of writing in this stupid journal at first, but at least it gives me something to do. I’ve almost gone through an entire box of the crayons. It’s the 64 count too, the cool one with the sharpener on the back. Anyway, I think I'm gonna go take a nap or something to pass the time.

******

I woke up with a huge rumbling in my stomach. Something in that bottle. Or was it the mush? Idk, but i’m cramping. It feels like my insides are doing backflips. I gotta fucking shit. But I don’t wanna do it on the floor again and get my ass beat until I cry can’t take it anymore. What if they rub my face in the shit like they did the piss?

******

I tried banging on the door. The hot nurse came by but ignored my pleas to use the restroom. She just gave me that smug look, the same one when she handed me the diaper from before.

The fucking diaper.

I could open it up and put it on the floor and shit on top of it. That wouldn’t get me in trouble, would it?

Ughhh, but they obviously want me to use the diaper. As in, put it on and use it like a baby. Why else would they have all this other baby shit on the walls if they didn’t want me to shit like a baby? Well I'm not doing it. No fucking way!

******

I did it.

I couldn’t take it anymore. It felt like the xenomorph from the Aliens movie was going to shoot out of my belly button.

I held out for as long as I could. I really did. But eventually I was sweating and shaking so profusely I was worried I was going to lose control and it would run down my leg and get on the floor and I would be punished again.

I barely got my pants down. Barely got down on the diaper and had it up over me. I didn’t even get the last of the 4 tapes secured before I was exploding inside it. Warm, filthy muck filled my backside. It was so fucking humiliating that I started to cry really think about how I could get out of here.

I banged on the door again. This time the hot nurse was smiling through the window. She talked to me like I was a toddler. Kept acting dumb too, saying shit like “Awww! What happened??” or “Did somewon have an accident?”

I tried to be cool. But it’s hard to act cool when you’re wearing a diaper full of shit. I asked her if she’d let me go somewhere to clean up. She asked me if I needed help.

Well, she didn’t ask it that way. It was more like “Awwww!! Does the wittle baby want me to change his diapurr??”

I wanted to punch her in her superhot fucking face, but I also wanted out of the diaper, and I didn’t have anything to clean up the mess.

She came inside my room with this little cart. I thought about making a break for it out of the room, but those two black dudes were standing watch. Like they were expecting me to get that idea.

She told me to lay down on this mat thing. I did, feeling the mush squish as I got down on the ground.

It was so. fucking. humiliating. Imagine being a grown-ass man on the floor in front of a beautiful woman while wearing a princess diaper you just shit in.

She didn’t seem to care, though. In fact, she seemed to enjoy it! She was smiling the whole time. Even when she opened up the diaper and saw all my shit and the smell hit her, she didn’t even bat a fucking eye! She wiped my ass and cleaned me up and put everything to the side. Rolling my shitty diaper up and putting it in a bag on her cart.

Then she pulled out another diaper.

I tried telling her ‘no’. I begged and (almost) cried for her to let me out. To let me go home. To give me some drugs. But she just smiled. Talking to me in this soothing voice, rubbing me on my leg the whole time.

“Shhh” she said, “It’s okayy” she said, “You’ll get USED to it” can you believe that?

I started struggling as she went to lift my legs and put the diaper under me, but those black dudes took a step in and I–well…I calmed down a bit.

She just kept smiling. Looking down at me with those perfect tits. Her name tag said “Tina”. At least I think it did…Idk, I was so mesmerized by her nipples poking through her outfit. Then she looked down and gasped. My dick was hard as a fucking rock.

She laughed and told me how big it was. That it was totally the biggest thing she had ever seen.  She did. I promise.

Then she put her hand on it. She started rubbing it. Softly at first, but then getting a little faster and harder. She was using both hands, bro! Well…not on my cock, obviously. (Even though she TOTALLY could fit both hands if she wanted to!) She had one hand on my balls and the other stroking my obviously super massively long shaft.

She was like a magician, dude! I don’t usually like handjobs. I can always do them better, ya know? Not like, “give handjobs to other guys” better, as in like, I know how to please myself, Been doing it all my life. Haha!  But she was fucking amazing. She pulled out this lotion and got her hands all lubed up and started making my head spin. She kept saying all these dirty things. Naughty things. But then she started saying weird shit. Shit like: “this is your life now”, “you’re gonna be a pwetty pwetty pwincess by the time we’re done with you”.

It was a little unnerving. But I didn’t care. Her hands felt like heaven. Like back when I first tried heroin. She had me cumming in seconds. I mean... minutes.

After I came, the realization hit. That post-nut clarity. Like all the horniness was sucked out of me. It was like the room and my situation became that much more humiliating all of a sudden.

She didn’t even wipe up my jizz with a baby wipe or something. It was probably the biggest load I’ve ever shot, but she just pulled up the front of the new diaper and taped it on. Leaving me in my sticky mess of shame.

But she did tell me one thing before she got up and left. She said “If you stay in that diaper until I come back, I’ll give you another ‘treat’!”

She said it with a wink and did this sexy ass thing with her tongue. I’m not entirely sure what she meant, but I think I have a pretty good idea. So, needless to say, I’m gonna stay in this stupid fucking diaper if it means I can get another shot at those hands again.

Hell, what if I can convince her to use her mouth?! If her blowjob skills are half as good as her handjobs, I’ll be putty in her hands.

To Be Continued.