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(part 1 of 2)

Luke awoke in a sour mood, wondering when mommy was finally going to come get him out of his crib. He'd lost track of how many times he'd woken up and fallen back to sleep since she put him down to sleep the previous evening, and he was tired of waiting. It felt like he'd been stewing in his messy diaper forever, and he wasn't that far off.

Mommy had put him to bed early last night as punishment. Really early, like right after dinner, so needless to say he had trouble sleeping until dawn. Then, when the sun finally did come up, she still didn't come for him, even though he could hear her walking around the house talking on the phone. He had no idea what time it was now, but he was so frustrated that he just wanted to cry. Not only was he going crazy with boredom, but he couldn't stand being trapped in this uncomfortable diaper any longer.

The ice cold enema he received just before bed the previous evening ensured his diaper was coated front to back with filth less than a minute after lights out. It came out freezing cold, ensuring his padding stayed chilly and damp for hours. His poor overfully-full testicles spent the night coated in a thick layer of cold, wet mud, shriveled up as close to his body as the thick plastic cock ring of his chastity device would allow. An appropriate punishment as far as mommy was concerned.

She'd warned him not to whine about his cock cage, but Luke just couldn't help himself. It was only supposed to be one week at first, but there had been a few extra days tacked on as well. He earned most of his extra punishment days early on in the week, still naively believing that mommy would eventually give in and unlock him early.

Most of his infractions fell under the category of general brattiness, fueled by angst over his new lifestyle of forced chastity. He was snippy and snotty, talking back and making nasty faces at mommy until she was forced to put him back into his place. This usually meant going over her knee for a paddling, followed by a trip to the corner and an extra day in chastity. Even then, he still didn't take her threats seriously.

However, around day four, things began to feel very real for poor Luke as he came to the realization that she wasn't going to let him out until he'd earned it. She was going to leave his little pecker locked up until he'd served his sentence, and there was no way he was getting out early. Since then, he'd gotten his emotions under control, resisting the urge to fight about his chastity cage during every diaper change. Still, mommy didn't make it easy on him.

She had high standards, expecting total obedience and good manners to boot. When she said it was bedtime, he went to bed without any discussion. When she put him in his highchair, he ate without a fuss, never complaining about his bland, boring diet of pureed vegetables and hot dogs. When she put on his Princess Pony tape, he kept quiet and watched without protest. At first, he was just doing what needed to be done to get his worthless little baby dick out of its strict plastic prison, but it soon began to sink in.

It only took a few days before he'd succumbed to the habit of always doing as he was told without question. It was just easier this way. Mommy was much nicer when she wasn't constantly handing out punishments, and he was starting to grow accustomed to the rewards that came with being a perfect angel. The biggest benefit was more time to play videogames on the big TV in the living room, but he also got extra vanilla flavor in his formula as well as extra back rubs before bed. Though, the one reward he wanted more than anything else never seemed to come.

By the time he made it to day seven without release, he was really kicking himself for earning those punishment days earlier in the week. His balls had been sore from not being drained, and it was only getting worse at the days went on. This was surely the longest he'd ever gone without pleasuring himself since learning about the very concept of masturbation, and no amount of rubbing the front of his diaper seemed to help at all. He couldn't feel anything in his little plastic clit, and it was driving him crazy along with the dull throbbing ache radiating from his cum-swollen testicles as they rested inside his thick diaper, totally neglected.

Those three extra punishment days went by much slower than the rest. It seemed like mommy was waiting for him to whine about his cock cage as it got closer to the unlocking day. He knew she was ready to pounce on him the moment he complained, so he made damn sure not to speak a word about his naughty bits, his unlocking date, or even his diapers. That is, until the tenth and final day, when he just couldn't help but needle mommy about when he could finally have his precious boyhood unlocked.

She was surprisingly lenient with him, letting him off with a warning during him morning diaper change, telling him he'd have to wait until later. Too impatient for his own good, he brought the subject back up after lunch, earning himself a second strike and getting the same response as last time. Figuring that "later" must mean after dinner, he made the mistake of hinting at it for the last and final time as mommy was taking away his plate. That's when mommy had clearly had enough.

In less than a minute, she had him standing in the corner with his diaper down around his knees and an inflatable enema nozzle lodged up his naughty little tailhole. Before he even knew what hit him, he felt the freezing cold water streaming inside of him, chilling him to the bone as he stood shivering with his pathetic little privates on full display while mommy scolded him like a child. By the time he'd taken the full contents of the rubber enema bag, he was sniffling and crying, literally begging her to let him release it all into his clean diaper. However, mommy stuck firm as usual, forcing him to hold it for a full twenty-five minutes before pulling his diaper back up and letting the air out of the inflatable nozzle.

Even after yanking the deflated plug out of his tight little tailhole, she wouldn't let him release into his diapers. Instead, ordering him to hold it all in as she marched him down the hallway to his nursery, threatening that he'd be getting another week in chastity if he soiled himself before getting her blessing. Somehow, he managed to shuffle all the way back to his room with a clean diaper, not spilling a drop of the frigid water that was splashing around inside him.

Once there, he was quickly fitted with a pair of translucent pink plastic underpants to make sure nothing leaked out onto his sheets before being dumped into his crib, totally naked other than his diaper and protective panties. There was no story time or video before bed that night, and no goodnight kiss either. Mommy just covered him up with his blanket, patted him on the head, and assured him that she'd be back the next the morning to get him and that he was free to use his diapers as much as he needed to for the rest of the night. Then, rather abruptly, she left him all alone in the pitch dark to reflect on his punishment.

Normally, Luke would have been been disappointed with the unaffectionate bedtime ceremony, but he was too distracted by the painful cramping of his stomach. It took all of his strength to keep the massive enema contained. He struggled to hold his bowels until mommy was out of the room, but he couldn't bear to hold it any longer than he had to.

He shamelessly let loose the moment he heard the door click shut, flooding the seat of his diaper with a torrent of cold, slippery mud that chilled his naughty little twig and berries. It was gross and unpleasant, but he didn't care as long as he could finally release the pressure that had been building up inside his belly. He moaned in relief as he pushed out as much of the enema solution as he could, hoping to get it all out in one go, straining so hard that he pissed himself in the process.

His diaper was filled from front to back by the time he was all done, ensuring an uncomfortable night of wallowing in his own filth. He hoped to sleep through most of his punishment, but sleep didn't come easy as he lay there shivering in his cold, damp diaper. It seemed like an eternity before he began to get sleepy enough to finally doze off. Even then, it was hard to stay asleep, drifting in and out of consciousness as the hours dragged on, never really knowing what time it was until he began to see sunlight peering in around the window blinds.

After so many hours, the frigid mush in the seat of his diapers warmed up, leaving him itchy, hot, and eager for a clean diaper. However, just because the sun was up, didn't mean mommy was. She wasn't exactly a morning person, so there was no reason to expect her anytime soon. He tried to pass the time by going back to sleep, but found it impossible to drift back off to dreamland. In addition to the general unpleasantness of his diaper, he also suffered from a rather persistent erection which made his chastity device quite uncomfortable.

He'd been slowly getting accustomed to his snug little cock cage over the last week. He still hated it, and it was still uncomfortable sometimes, but most of the time he didn't even notice he was wearing it anymore. The only time it bothered him was when he got hard, and that had been happening less and less as his tiny pecker got used to being locked up and neglected. Though, that didn't mean he didn't still have urges.

He still couldn't make it through a shower or a diaper change without getting an unwanted stiffy. In the past, they had just been embarrassing, but now every erection was a punishment as his hard little penis was forced into a downward position with no room to grow, all thanks to the tight plastic tube that encased it. Mornings were always a bad time for him, and now that he'd been locked up in chastity for so long it had gotten so much worse. Each morning when the sun rose, his little boyhood rose with it, and he hadn't found a way to stop it yet. Despite how uncomfortable it was, his little pecker stayed hard in his cage all morning, and this morning was no exception, which only added to his self pity as he waited for mommy to come and take care of him.

Even after hearing her getting out of bed, he knew the wait wasn't over, and he was right. The nursery was never her first stop in the morning, but today was something else entirely. He heard her walking up and down the hall, taking a shower, making breakfast, and even talking on the phone. All the while, he stewed in his crib, growing more and more annoyed that he was being ignored. Still, he was too chickenshit to call for her. He knew mommy wouldn't tolerate being ordered around, and he couldn't do anything to jeopardize the unlocking of his chastity device later today, not after fucking up his chances yesterday.

No matter how much he wanted to pitch a fit and start screaming for a diaper change, he knew it wouldn't help anything. In fact, that was a surefire way to make sure he didn't get a clean diaper anytime soon, and he'd likely get another day in his cock cage too, just to make sure he'd have nothing to distract him from the sickening squish of his heavily-soiled Huggies as he spent the rest of the day sitting in his own filth. With that in mind, he did his best to keep his cool, but soon found himself crying softly into his pillow as he struggled to find an outlet for his anger and frustration.

Then, by some miracle, mommy finally showed up, likely having heard his pathetic mewling through the baby monitor that sat perched on his crib-side table. Though, she didn't head straight for the crib as Luke would have hoped. Rather, her first priority seemed to be picking out his clothes for the day. All the while, leaving Luke pouting on the other side of the room as she dug through his dresser for a cute outfit, picking out nothing but pinks and purples as usual. Then, too impatient for his own good, he finally worked up enough courage to break the silence.

"Mommy, can I get out of bed yet?" asked Luke, timidly, standing up in his crib so he could peer over the bars.

"Yes, dear," replied mommy, still rifling through clothes. "I'm going to get you cleaned up just as soon as I pick you out something cute for you to wear to the mall today."

A sense of pure dread washed over Luke as he heard the news, gulping hard as he looked at the assortment of clothes she'd picked so far. It was all the sissy crap she'd bought for him during her last shopping excursion, including a pair of short little overalls that came in girl-tastic purple.

She couldn't be serious, could she? It wasn't uncommon for him to accompany her to the grocery store once a week, but she usually dressed him in some cute little khaki shorts and a precious little child-sized polo shirt for those outings. This was something else entirely. He couldn't imagine the embarrassment of walking through a crowded mall dressed like a baby girl. His thoughts racing, nearly in a panic, he tried to think of some way to get out of it that wouldn't land him in more trouble.

"I dunno, mommy. I don' feel too good," said Luke, trying to sound as pathetic and adorable as possible. "Could I pwease stay home?"

"Aw, poor baby," said mommy, laying the clothes she'd picked out for him over the arm of the rocking chair as she strolled over to the crib to give Luke a big hug, asking, "What is it that hurts, sweety? Is it your tummy? Does mommy need to give you another enema to clean you out again?"

"Nuh uh," said Luke, weakly. "I jus' have a headache and I feel icky."

"Oh no, that's no fun," said mommy, looking distraught as she ran her fingers through the fluff on top of her tot-sized husband's head. "Well, let's get you into a nice hot shower, then we'll get you some breakfast if you feel up to it. Just let me know if you feel like you're going to be sick, okay?"

Luke didn't have a chance to answer before mommy grabbed him under the arms and lifted him high up over the crib bars before bringing him down against her chest. She put a hand under his bottom, confident that the plastic underpants would protect her from the contents of his diaper as she carried him to the bathroom for a quick rinse in their oversized shower.

On the way, Luke got to enjoy the feeling of his mommy's large, shapely breasts as she held him tight against her chest. She was still in her robe, meaning there was only a thin layer of silk between him and his wife's heavenly body. He pressed his cheek against her neck, wishing the trip to the bathroom was just a bit longer, but she didn't waste any time getting him into the bathroom before he stunk up the whole house.

A moment later, he was back on his own two feet, forced to endure the cold tile floor as he stood there in nothing but a diaper. Half the bathroom was an open shower with multiple shower heads lining the walls and a big drain in the center. Of course, mommy made sure to position him right over the grate, ensuring easy cleanup in case of any spills.

She started by pulling his plastic panties down around his ankles and having him step out of them, then did the same with his heavy, sagging diaper, not bothering to undo the tapes. She let it rest on the floor beneath him to catch anything that might drop off his filth-caked bottom as he stood naked and ashamed before the imposing figure of his wife. She looked down at his fully-coated diaper area and shook her head disapprovingly.

"Look at that, your chastity cage is just covered," said mommy, grabbing a wad of wet wipes from the dispenser. "I understand you have to make mushies in your diaper, but why do you always feel the need to work the mess up into the front of your diaper? How many times do I have to tell you before it sinks in?"

"I'm sorry, mommy," said Luke, trying to keep a straight face as mommy tugged and scrubbed his little naught bits with a handful of cold wipes before turning her attention to his backside.

She worked fast, doing her best to ignore the foul stench as she wiped away the patina of filth from his bottom, tossing the used wipes down onto the well-used diaper still lying open between his legs. Once finished, she rolled up the diaper and deposited it into the diaper pail over by the sink before returning to get the shower started, continuing to scold her meek little husband like a child the entire time.

"You can apologize all you want, but you're still getting a double dose of punishment lotion next time you manage to get the mess worked up inside your cock cage," said mommy, testing the water with her outstretched paw. "Is that clear?"

"Yes, mommy," said Luke, looking down at the floor to hide the annoyed look on his face.

She was the one who put him to bed with a belly full of ice water and then made him lie in it for over twelve hours. Now, after suffering all night, she was going to turn around and blame him for the aftermath? It was all so unfair, but he didn't have any recourse. Mommy was firmly in charge, meaning that whining and complaining wouldn't get him anywhere, leaving him with no option but to swallow his pride, lower his ears, and accept his scolding without any backtalk as he waited for the water to finish heating up.

Before long, the bathroom was hot and steamy. Mommy took the hand-held shower head down off the wall where it was mounted and started hosing him down. She soaked him from head to toe, giving extra attention to his messy nether region, blasting away any remaining traces of last night's enema with a jet of hot water. Naturally, his tiny chastity cage was the hardest part to get clean, requiring an even more thorough power washing to expel the unwanted debris from all the little nooks and crannies.

"Hmm, looks like _someone_is happy to be out of that soggy ol' diaper," said mommy with a smirk, noticing her husband's unruly little stiffy pushing against the end of its cock cage as she hovered the shower head directly above his extremely sensitive genitals.

Luke didn't say anything, ashamed at how much smaller his boyhood looked all locked away in its tiny plastic prison. It really did look like a little clit, and any mention of it was enough to make him hide his face in embarrassment. It was all he could do to resist covering it up with his paws, but he knew well enough to keep his arms at his sides, lest he incur mommy's wrath again.

Besides, the hot water felt so good on his neglected little naughty bits, he didn't want to cover them up. As humiliating as it was, this was the closest thing he got to sex these days, and he looked forward to it every time he stepped into the shower. Though, it never seemed to last long enough, and soon the water was shut off as mommy approached with the shampoo bottle.

She took a big glob of soap in her hands and leaned over, allowing her robe to hang open as she worked the floral-scented shampoo through his head fur. She worked her way down from there, rubbing soap into his shoulders, arms, back, tummy, legs, and yes, even his private areas.

Luke shuddered with pleasure as he felt mommy's sudsy paws gliding over his smoothly shaven posterior before going up between his legs. Saving the best for last, she cupped his hairless little boy bits in her wet, slippery hand and rubbed them down with suds. Already pent-up and hornier than he'd ever been in his life, Luke couldn't help but moan softly under his breath as he felt his wife's hands all over his most sensitive areas.

As usual, the pleasure was over all too quickly, and before he knew it, mommy was already rinsing the suds out of his fur. A deluge of hot, steamy water rained down over him, washing away the shampoo, leaving his fur soft and fresh smelling. Now that he was finally clean enough to pass inspection, mommy shut off the water and hung the shower head back on the wall.

"Alight, time to dry off," said mommy, pointing to the bathmat on the other side of the room.

Luke didn't waste time getting into place. He hated being cold and wet after a shower, and was eager to get dry again. He stood obediently as mommy rubbed him from head to toe with a big, thick towel until he was no longer dripping. Then she plugged in her handheld hair dryer and got work, running a brush through his fur as she blew out any remaining dampness.

Other than the occasional tug on his fur as mommy worked out a knot, he couldn't complain. The hair dryer protected him from the chill in the air, keeping him warm and cozy despite his nakedness. He always loved a good brushing, and it was only made sweeter by the fact that mommy's pretty silk robe was still hanging wide open, allowing him a full view of her exquisite body as she pampered and cared for him. After about ten minutes, he was totally dry and his fur was smooth, silky, and had the faint aroma of flowers. Luke was looking forward to getting into a clean, cushy diaper and his favorite jammies, but mommy wasn't quite done yet.

"Okay, now turn around and bend over," said mommy, nonchalantly, as she unplugged the hair dryer and wrapped the cord around the handle.

"What did I do wrong?" asked Luke, looking up with a sad, puzzled look on his face.

"Nothing, yet," said mommy. "I'm just going to check your temperature. Are you still feeling icky?"

"Uh huh," said Luke, unable to look mommy in the eye as he continued to add to his lie from earlier.

He knew it was a gamble, but the idea of being paraded through a crowded mall on a Saturday afternoon dressed as a little girl was just too much to accept. What if someone noticed he was a full grown, adult fennec fox and called him out on it in front of the whole mall? What if he bumped into someone he knew? Even worse, what if someone took a picture of him and posted on the internet to get laughs, then it ended up going viral and his parents saw it somehow? He got so wrapped up in his paranoid thoughts, that he forgot mommy was still waiting for him to bend over. It wasn't until she cleared her throat that he snapped back to reality.

"C'mon now, turn around and put your hands on your knees," said mommy, observing her pint-sized husband's odd behaviour with suspicion.

"Oh yeah," responded Luke, making a silly face to hide the fact that he was nervous as hell.

Though, mommy didn't seem to be in the mood for silly faces. She was all business, shooting him a stern look that told him everything he needed to know. She obviously knew he was trying to weasel his way out of going to the mall, and she'd just given him his last chance to come he clean. Now he was committed to the lie, and there was nothing he could do but bend over, lift his tail, and pray.

The air was cool on his bald hindquarters as he stuck out his rear, waiting nervously as mommy fetched the thermometer from the medicine cabinet. She cleaned it off, smeared it with a glob of lubricating jelly, and then came up behind him. Just as he was about to call the whole thing off, she grabbed him by the tail and popped the end of the thermometer up his tight little tailhole, eliciting a squeak from the surprised fennec as he felt the cold the metal tip slide up inside him.

He closed his eyes and bit down on his lip, trying to imagine himself someplace else as he waited for it to end. In the meantime, he had to stand there, awkwardly bent over with his hands on his knees to brace himself. It didn't take long before his back was getting sore, but he didn't dare straighten up. Mommy had a tight grip on his tail, and she'd give it a hell of a tug if she thought for one second that he was trying to scurry free. She wasn't going to let him out of her grasp until she'd had a chance to verify his claim about being ill, and that meant she was going to keep that thermometer buried deep in his ass for the full three minutes.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Luke felt the thermometer slip out of his bottom. He quickly straightened up and turned around the moment mommy let go of his tail, hoping to witness her reaction to the results. Unfortunately, the reaction he got was pretty much what he was expecting.

"That's strange, you seem to have a perfectly normal temperature," said mommy, staring at the thin glass tube, trying to read the tiny numbers. "Maybe I need to check again?"

Luke shook his head, too bashful to look up at mommy, knowing she'd caught him in his lie. However, mommy wasn't going to let him off so easily.

"Are you sure? Maybe I didn't get the thermometer in deep enough," said mommy. "Then again, maybe I should just take you straight to the doctor for a checkup and a shot on your tushy. It's been a while since you've seen your pediatrician, hasn't it?"

Again, Luke just shook his head, worried that he may have talked himself into something even worse than a trip to the mall, but mommy didn't seem to want to let him out of his lie.

"Nonsense, darling. You need to see the doctor if you aren't feeling well," she said, her warm smile becoming more and more sinister as she continued. "Then, when you get home, it'll be straight back to the crib for some much needed rest, but not before a soothing herbal enema and a nice dose of healthy cod liver oil. Too bad we won't be able to have your unlocking party tonight with you being sick, but that can wait until you get finish all your antibiotics and get a clean bill of health from the pediatrician. Now, let's get a diaper on you, then I'll call the clinic to let them know we're on the way."

"No, wait... I think I'm startin' ta feel better now that I had a shower," said Luke, shifting his weight back and forth nervously, trying to sound as innocent as possible.

"Oh, is that so?" asked mommy, raising an eyebrow as she glared down at him, letting him know that she wasn't fooled. Still, he went on, doing his best to climb out of the hole he'd dug for himself.

"Uh huh. My sickness is all gone, so we can go ta the mall now," said Luke, practically begging to be forgiven for his obvious fib earlier. Fortunately, mommy seemed more amused than angered by his amateurish acting performance, though she wasn't about to let him get away with with lying.

"Well, if you think you're up for it, then we ought to get you dressed and ready to go," said mommy, picking up the wooden brush she'd just used to detangle his fur a moment ago. "But first, I'm going to need you to come over here and put your hands on the potty."

Luke didn't wait to be told twice, though he was fairly certain what was coming. Hanging his head in shame, he stepped over to the toilet, which he'd never actually had the privilege of using, and got into the usual position with his open paws pressed down flat on the closed lid of the toilet seat. With his shaven posterior stuck out and ready for punishment, there was nothing he could do but clench his chubby little asscheeks and wait for the inevitable.

Even though he knew what to expect, he couldn't help but let out a yelp as he felt the back of the heavy hairbrush slap him across his tender bottom, leaving an oval-shaped welt across his narrow buttcrack. The second blow was reserved for the left cheek, while the third struck him in the right, each elicited a high-pitched whine and provided a healthy red glow across his entire backside. It was all he could do to keep from snapping back up and covering his burning posterior, but he knew she would start counting from zero again each time he interrupted her work. Tears welling up in his eyes, he managed to stay strong, keeping his paws flat on the toilet as mommy whooped his backside, counting out loud each time the brush clapped against his naughty little butt.

"...and seven, and eight, and nine, aaaand... ten!" said mommy, speaking loud enough to be heard over her husband's infantile sobbing as she delivered the final stinging blow to his red and burning rear end.

Luke was a snot dripping, tear soaked mess by the time it was all over. He mumbled out apology after apology, hoping she wouldn't give him the full count, but he never once took his hands off the potty to defend himself. That alone was enough to earn nod a satisfaction from mommy, impressed by his obedience as she surveyed the wreckage of his swollen, aching bottom.

"That'll do for now," said mommy, gently placing her open palm on the small of Luke's back to let him know it was over before setting the brush back down on the edge of the sink. "You've learned your lesson, haven't you?"

"Y-Yeah, mommy," stammered Luke, sniffling weakly. "I-I'll be good. I pwomise."

"We'll see," said mommy. "We have a long day ahead of us, so you'd better not forget your promise. Now you run along to your nursery and I'll be there in a moment."

Luke did as he was told without hesitation, shuffling out of the room and down the hallway toward his room with his ears low and his tail tucked between his legs. Once he was alone in the nursery, he took the opportunity to reach back and rub his throbbing hindquarters. He inhaled sharply through his teeth, wincing in pain at even the slightest touch. She'd really given it to him this time. Spankings with the hairbrush always left his fanny sore for days, and he dreaded to think how long he'd be feeling this one.

Though, Luke hardly got a moment to himself before mommy came strolling in. Without a word, she walked right over and lifted him up in the air, transporting him a few short feet to the changing table before plopping him down on his still-glowing bottom. Luke whimpered as his butt thudded against table, unable to keep quiet as he felt the sting of the changing mat against his freshly-warmed derriere. It was until mommy laid him on his back and lifted his legs that he he quieted down again. With his bottom raised up off the table, he got some much needed relief from the burning, but still that didn't stop him from pouting angrily as he lie on his back, annoyed that she wasn't more gentle on his poor, aching buns.

"Don't give me that look," said mommy, smirking as she noticed Luke's bitter expression. "I only put those welts on your fanny because you lied to me. If you don't like it, then you better think twice next time you're planning on pulling a fast one. Honestly, you're lucky I'm still even considering letting you squirt today. Though, I'm going to warn you now. If you do anything to embarrass me at the mall today, I promise that cock cage is going to stay locked on for three more days, and I'm not even joking. Now, you look mommy in the eye and promise that you're going to be a _perfect princess_for me, and I'll give you something to sooth your owies."

"Yes, mommy. I promise I'll be a perfect princess," said Luke, mumbling somewhat, embarrassed to be quoting that stupid Princess Pony themed etiquette training video she'd gotten for him, but he knew he had to play along to have any hope of getting his boyhood out of jail before the end of the weekend.

"I believe you, dear," said mommy, speaking sweetly as she popped a pretty pink pacifier into her husband's mouth. "I know you'll make me a proud."

Luke nodded, glad to have his pacifier back between his lips. As long as he had a paci in his mouth, he had the perfect excuse to keep quiet, thus avoiding the unwanted shame that came with answering mommy's embarrassing questions out loud. Plus, it gave him something to bite down on as mommy rubbed a palmful of thick, creamy medicated lotion onto his freshly-spanked rump.

It stung at the very beginning, but that soon faded as mommy coated his bruised bottom with soothing lotion that seemed to dull the pain. Despite her superior size and strength, she could be remarkably gentle when she wanted to be, working the lotion into his reddened rear end without causing any unnecessary discomfort. By the time she was done, the burning sensation emanating from his backside was barely noticeable anymore, and all the attention to his nether regions had resulted in an uncomfortably tight chastity cage.

In the past, whenever he got hard during a diaper change, mommy would either tease or scold him, depending on what mood she was in. Though, now that he was locked up all the time, she didn't pay any mind to his numerous erections throughout the day. As long as his stubby little pecker wasn't getting in the way of her motherly duties, she had no reason to acknowledge it at all, other than the occasional jab about his tiny little "clit" and how adorable was. However, she didn't waste time teasing him today, quickly sliding a fresh, clean diaper underneath him before lowering his tush down onto the soft padding below. He expected to feel the diaper close shut over his exposed diaper area next, but mommy had one more accessory for him.

He gulped nervously as he watched her pull the usual butt plug out of the drawer and set it on the changing table between his legs. His toes curled instinctively as he heard the snap of the latex gloves, but he knew there was nothing he could say or do that would save him. He could only watch helplessly as she squeezed a dollop of lubricating jelly out onto the tip of the smooth rubber plug. His lip was already quivering by the time he felt the slippery black torpedo slide inbetween his asscheeks. Even though he knew what was coming, he couldn't help but let out a frightened whine as he felt the tip pressing firmly against his puckered tailhole.

"No need to be scared," said mommy, applying gentle pressure to the base of the plug. "You've taken Mr. Plug'ems before, so just lie back, think happy thoughts, and he'll slide right in, just like last time."

She started nice and slow, using just the tip. Working it in and out to get his tailhole loosened up a bit, which wasn't easy when even the slightest bit of penetration got Luke squirming. He had such a shy tailhole that it was hard getting anything bigger than a finger up there. Even with all the practice he'd gotten in the last few weeks with Mr. Plum'ems, he still couldn't help but clench his anus shut, ensuring the whole miserable experience lasted longer than necessary.

Despite his resistance, more and more of the plug was disappearing inside of him each time mommy pushed against the base. They were already halfway there, and Luke was barely putting up a fuss, proving that he was indeed getting better at taking things up is ass. Maybe it was because he was so sensitive from spending over a week in chastity, but it actually felt kind of kind of good this time around. Though, he still wasn't ready to admit it, even to himself. Unfortunately, the fun and games came to an end as they reached the home stretch.

Luke whined as he felt the biggest part of the plug forcing his tailhole open as far as it could stretch. His muscles involuntarily tensed up, trying to push out the intruder, but mommy wouldn't allow it to slip out. His poor asshole ached, forced to stretch around the big, hefty plug while mommy prepared to finish the job.

"Take a deep breath, princess. It'll only hurt for a second," said mommy, placing her paw on his chest to hold him still as she shoved the last little bit up past his anus.

Luke let out a shrill whimper as the well-pronounced flare of the plug vanished up inside of him, leaving only the oval shaped base sticking out, nestled between his bald asscheeks. As usual, it didn't hurt so much once it was completely in, but that didn't mean it wasn't on his mind constantly. It was just the right size to fill his recum up completely, giving him a very noticeable "full" feeling that wouldn't go away until mommy unplugged him, and who could say for sure when that would be.

"Do I hafta stay plugged when we get to the mall? asked Luke, worried that he'd be stuck carrying this infernal thing around in his ass all day. "I pwomise I won't mess myself out in public. I can hold it, I swear. I'll..."

"Oh hush!" snapped mommy, interrupting her fussy little pup. "We both you know you lost the ability to 'hold it' a long time ago, so that promise is all but worthless. The only way you're making it the whole trip without crapping your pants is to keep you corked up, so you'll just have to put up with it. Trying to deal with one of your sloppy BMs on a mall changing table is a recipe for disaster, and I'm going to be too well-dressed to go knuckle deep in your poopy buttcrack. So, I'm sorry, but you'll just have to learn to deal with having your little tailhole filled while we're out in public. Consider it a small price to pay to avoid being peeled out of a shitty diaper in the middle of the women's bathroom."

Luke looked away, offended by mommy's harsh words, even though she was totally right about everything as usual. He'd been in diapers for so long now, that he freely wet _and_messed without even thinking about it, and he wasn't so sure he could stop himself if he wanted to. It had advanced to the point that he usually didn't notice he was soiling himself until he felt the warmth spreading out across the inside of his diaper. He'd even had unwanted accidents when he was _trying_to hold it, like last week at the grocery store, and that wasn't an experience he wanted to go through ever again.

As usual, he had to begrudgingly admit that mommy knew best, but he still didn't like it. Although, it was clear that part of him did like it from the way his chastity cage twitched up and down. However, mommy didn't seem to notice, sprinkling on a coating of baby powder before expertly folding the thick diaper up between her husbands stubby legs and taping it shut around his waist snuggly. Finally, she checked the waistband to make sure it was nice and tight, smiling at her own handy work as she helped him down off the table and onto his feet.

Luke stood with his legs bowed out, due to the padding between his chubby thighs as well as the firm rubber buttplug lodged up inside his bottom. It made him walk with even more of a waddle than usual as mommy led him over to the dresser where she already had clothes picked out for him. His ears drooped down low the moment he saw the outfit she had planned for him.

First, came a fuchsia shirt that was pulled down over his head with little concern for his big ears. It had short puffy princess sleeves, but even more girly was the delicate lace that decorated the collar. At least it didn't have a pony anywhere on it, but that was little consolation when he saw the purple overalls she held out for him next.

The pant legs were short, much closer to his crotch than to his knees, but that wasn't the worst part. That dubious honor was reserved for the glimmering, impossible-to-ignore snaps running along his inseam to give easy access to his diapers in the event he made a mushy in his pants. It was like having a lighted billboard drawing attention to his diapers, but at least it drew attention away from the gaudy pink lettering embroidered across the bib of his overalls reading "Mommy's Lil' Princess" for the whole world to see. After all was said and done, he didn't know which part of his outfit was the worst, but it didn't matter, he hated it either way.

"You're going to be the cutest, most adorable baby this mall has ever seen," said mommy, grinning as she fastened the clasps on his shoulder straps. "All the other bitches with their ugly-ass kids are going to be so jealous when they see you toddling along behind me."

Luke giggled at mommy's potty mouth, giving a shy smile from behind his pacifier as she tickled his pudgy little belly.

"But wait until they see this," said mommy, pinning back her husband's head fluff with a pink bow-shaped barrette.

He scowled, not liking to be teased about the fact that he going to have to go out in _public_like this. It was a bold move on his part, for sure. She would have been well-within her rights to punish him for making a nasty face like that, but it only earned him more teasing.

"Now, now, is that the type of face a perfect princess should be making?" asked mommy, wagging her finger in his face with a smirk before taking him by the arm and pulling him toward the mirror.

Luke tried to resist looking, but curiosity got the better of him. His pacifier almost slipped out of his mouth when he saw himself in all his pink and purple glory. Between the poofy sleeves, the lace, the super short pants, and the little bow in his hair, he looked like any other preschooler you'd see at the playground. No one would mistake him for a grown man anytime soon, or so he hoped, gulping hard as he thought about what was in store for him. Though, it wasn't time to leave just yet, as mommy picked him up and carried him out to the kitchen for some grub.

"Breakfast will be ready in a minute," said mommy, setting him down in his highchair and taking away his pacifier.

Not wasting time, she slid the tray into place and fastened the safety strap between his legs to make sure he couldn't slide out. Once Luke had been properly secured, she turned her attention elsewhere, leaving her little hubby alone to squirm.

The hard plastic seat pushed on the base of the plug as it stuck out from between his asscheeks, forcing it even deeper inside him as he was forced to sit on his bottom. Worse yet, he could feel it moving around in his tailhole as he fidgeted in his highchair, unable to find a comfortable position. The therapeutic lotion mommy applied earlier to his harshly spanked behind was a godsend for sure, but his rump was still quite tender, and the hard seat wasn't helping at all.

Fortunately, he didn't have to wait too long. His instant oatmeal only took a minute and a half to cook in the microwave, and that was the only hot food he'd be getting. In hardly any time at all, mommy was serving him a bland, colorless breakfast that included the previously mentioned oatmeal, a single hard boiled egg fresh from the fridge, and a little baby bottle full of chilled breast milk. It wasn't much to get excited for, but Luke was used to it by now. This was a pretty standard breakfast for him, so he wasn't going to complain. Though, that didn't stop mommy from mistaking his lack of enthusiasm for ungratefulness.

"Well? What do you say?" asked mommy, crossing her arms as she waited for a little gratitude.

"Thank you, mommy," answered Luke, trying to sound extra sweet to make up for his forgetfulness. Though, when he took the plastic spoon in his paw, she swatted it out of his hand.

"No, no, not yet," snapped mommy. "You need a bib first. Don't want you messing up that cute lil' outfit of yours. Besides, that's still way too hot for your little mouth, it just came out of the microwave a minute ago."

Luke looked away, feeling silly as he sat and waited for mommy to velcroed his bib around his neck. It's not like he needed it. He had no problem feeding himself, but she always insisted he wear a gigantic bib that looked more like a apron on the little fennec fox. Still, he accepted it without a fight, hoping to get through breakfast as quick as possible so he could get off this hard plastic seat. Thankfully, mommy was in a hurry as well, squirting a generous helping of milk from his bottle into the steaming bowl of gummy oatmeal.

"There, now that should be cool enough for you, sweety," said mommy, stirring the milk into his oatmeal before leaning down to blow on it a few times for good measure.

"Thanks, mommy," said Luke, his attention less on his breakfast, and more on mommy's breasts as they hung down inches away from his face, barely concealed at all behind her silk robe.

Though, he couldn't ignore his breakfast for long, as mommy scooped up the first bite on the end of his spoon. She touched it to her tongue first, checking the temperature before thrusting it out in front of his nose. Knowing better than to fuss, he leaned forward and slurped the runny, milk-soaked oatmeal up off the spoon, swallowing it down without hesitation.

"That's my hungry little guy," said mommy, smiling as she handed him the spoon. "Now I'm going to go get dressed. I'm hoping to get to the mall before noon, so I don't want to see any food left on this tray by the time I get back, understand?"

"Yep," said Luke confidently, quickly shoveling a spoonful of oatmeal into his mouth to show he wasn't fooling.

"That's what I like to hear," said mommy, patting her hubby on the head. "Keep up this good behavior at the mall today, and I'll take you to the toy store for a new game."

"Really?" asked Luke, his eyes lighting up at the mention of a new video game.

"Yes, but don't get too excited yet. You still have to earn your reward, and you have a lot to make up for after your little fib earlier," said mommy with a smirk as she turned to go, leaving Luke to finish his boring, all-white breakfast in peace while she got ready to hit up the mall.

She'd already showered and picked out her outfit, so she wasn't gone for too long. However, it still felt like forever for her poor husband who had to spend the entire time sitting on his raw, spanked bottom, with a butt plug rammed up his rear. His paltry breakfast was a nice distraction, but it didn't even last five minutes, and it didn't take him much longer before he'd sucked his bottle dry as well. Once finished, he didn't have anything to occupy his mind, leaving him to dwell on his own uncomfortable predicament as he waited for mommy to come back.

In addition to his sore tushy and fully-stuffed tailhole, he was also suffering from a severe case of blue balls. A dull aching feeling radiated from his pent-up little gonads every couple seconds as they dangled, totally neglected, below his cock cage. The discomfort wasn't much compared to the strict discipline he'd already suffered this morning, but it was always there in the back of his thoughts, ensuring he was always thinking about his chastity device, and eagerly counting the days until he'd finally be able to make cummies again. Well, now he had only mere hours left to go, and he swore to himself that he wasn't going to get into any trouble for the rest of the day. He needed to empty his balls before the end of the night, and there was a trip to the toy store on the line as well. That meant he was going to sit there and wait patiently, no matter how long it took.

Fifteen whole minutes later, mommy returned, fully dressed and ready to go. Her outfit was fairly casual by her standards, low rise jeans and a red halter top with an open back and a drape neck that hung low enough to show off her lovely cleavage. She'd have looked like any other high-fashion mall mom, if not for the expensive designer labels and matching designer diaper bag that cost more than most women's entire purse collection. It was obvious that she spent a ludicrous amount of money on clothes, but that was entirely the point. She'd put a lot of time and energy into snagging herself a well-to-do husband, and she was going to show it off.

Still, despite her newfound wealth, she never even considered hiring a nanny to look after Luke. The last thing she needed was for her husband to realize that his money could "buy" him a new mommy if he ever grew tired of her, and she wasn't about to let anyone else take her place. No, she had to do everything herself to ensure Luke stayed_totally_ dependent on her, and her alone, which meant getting breakfast cleared away.

Luke remained quiet and compliant as mommy took the plastic dishes off his tray and deposited them into the sink for later. Then she wiped down the tray as well as his face, before taking off his bib and hanging it off the arm of his highchair. A moment later, she was hoisting him up out of his highchair and lowering him down onto his feet.

"Are you excited to come along and help mommy shop?" she asked, rifling through the pockets of the diaper bag to make sure all the necessary accoutrements were packed.

"Yes, mommy," said Luke, trying to hide his nervousness.

On one hand, the idea of walking around a crowded mall wearing purple overalls, a thick crinkly diaper, and a buttplug up his ass sounded like the most humiliating thing he could imagine. On the other hand, he couldn't say "no" to a trip to the toy store, no matter what he had to do to earn it. Even more importantly, the fate of his shriveled little dicklette was on the line. If he could keep mommy happy until the end of the day, he'd finally get out of his cramped little cock cage for the first time in over a week. He didn't know if he could take another day of chastity, and he'd gladly walk through fire if it meant mommy would take the key from around her neck and unlock his precious boyhood. Fortunately, she seemed to be in a good mood already.

"That's the spirit," said mommy, smiling warmly as she bent down and clipped his pacifier strap to his overalls before popping his paci back into his muzzle. "No point staying cooped up in here all the time. Let's get out there and show the world the adorable new you."

Luke didn't say anything, blushing in embarrassment as he sucked his pacifier. He hated to admit it, but he'd developed a bit of a soft spot for sissy, girly things. He barely even fought anymore when mommy dressed him in girl clothes at home, but going out in public was another thing all together. Part of him wanted to embrace a new identity as mommy's little girl, but he still couldn't admit it to himself. At the end of the day, he wasn't totally sure what he wanted, but there was no question that he was anxious as hell when he saw mommy put on her sunglasses and pull out her keys.

"Alright, let's get this show on the road. Do you want a juicebox for the ride?" asked mommy. "It's going to be a thirty minute drive, maybe forty if traffic is worse than usual. We're going to the big outlet mall, over by Lisa's place."

"Yes, pwease," said Luke, careful not to let his pacifier drop out of his mouth.

"And why don't you run to the nursery and grab your gameboy for in the car," suggested mommy as she turned to grab a juicebox from the fridge.

Luke gave a quick nod before bolting out of the kitchen and down the hallway to his room. He returned only a few short moments later with his beloved gameboy carrying case under his arm, just in time to earn a disapproving look from mommy.

"Do you really need to bring all your games?" she asked. "It's not that long of a trip."

Luke nodded, smiling innocently as he gave his gameboy case a totally-not-weird hug.

"Alright then, whatever it takes to keep you happy in the car," said mommy, rolling her eyes as she picked up the diaper bag, slung the strap over her shoulder, and pointed to the front door.