Larry shivered. His newly stripped body felt cool in the air. He swallowed in the words the technicians had spoken only moments before. Permanent hair removal... does that mean he would never grow hair down there...? Another phrase stuck in his mind though.... TOO BAD IT IS GOING TO BE THAT WAY FOR THE REST OF HIS LIFE!” His mind raced with thoughts... He wondered how long this process would take to wear off. They couldn’t be serious about ‘FOR THE REST OF HIS LIFE!’ Could they? He could not believe that this was happening to him. It was all a mistake. He tried to struggle at his bonds again. It was pointless, the straps were lock in place. He was trapped and as helpless as Tim had been when he tried to help him. He suddenly focused on the LCD screen that now loomed above his feet. It was continuing its countdown. 15:34... 15:33... 15:32... 15:31... 15:30...
Larry turns to look at the technician who returned back to the side of the table, carrying a very thick piece of cloth.
“I WANT THE PRIVILEGE OF PUTTING THIS ON HIM.” The technician who was knocked to the ground during Larry’s brief attempt to escape.
“HE’S ALL YOURS.” The technician handed the cloth to the grinning technician.
Larry felt his legs being lifted back up into the air, being pushed back over his chest. It was only for a few seconds, and then they were lowered back onto the table. Larry felt his rear settle back down onto a soft material. The technician had slipped the material under his rear while his legs were lifted up. The technician grinned at Larry as he watched his reactions.
“I WANT YOU TO KNOW HOW YOUR NEW CLOTHING IS GOING TO FEEL ON YOU.”
The technician grabbed the material and pulled it up and between Larry’s legs. The cloth was very thick, and Larry was forced to spread his legs a little to accept the material.
The technician smiled as he pushed Larry’s swollen member back towards his stomach, and laid the cloth over it. He saw Larry’s wide-eyed expression as the material came to rest on it.
The technician laid his hand onto top the cloth, which now covered his penis and balls. With his free hand, he pulled up the right side of the material, pulling it over to sit on top of the cloth already resting there. The technician quickly produced a safety pin, and fastened the two pieces of material together. Larry felt the cloth tighten as the technician pulled on the left side of the cloth, up and over to rest on the top material. Again Larry watches as another safety pin was stuck into the material, and fastened. Larry was now completely trapped into the confines of this new garment.
“THERE YOU ARE, DIAPERED, JUST LIKE A BABY. PHASE TWO OF B.I.T. SUBJECT 120696B COMPLETE.” The technician smiled, patting the now diapered crotch of Larry. “IN TWELVE MINUTES, THIS WILL BE TOO BIG ON YOU, BUT DON’T WORRY, WE’LL HAVE ONE YOUR SIZE WAITING FOR YOU!”
Larry shifted around, feeling the confines of the thick diaper rubbing against his balls and penis. His penis was still hard, and he could see its shape outlined in the material.
“IT HAS YOU EXCITED, DOESN’T IT! WOULD YOU LIKE SOME RELIEF?”
Larry shook his head from side to side, trying to convey the message “NO!” “I want this off me, and I want off this machine!” Larry tried to scream, but the gag prevented any recognizable words to escape.
“WELL I DID PROMISE YOU THAT I WOULD HELP YOU HAVE YOUR LAST ORGASM. MIGHT AS WELL GET IT OVER, CAUSE IN A FEW MINUTES, WOULD WON”T BE ABLE TO DO IT AGAIN... EVER! HAND ME THE COLLECTION TUBE. WE WILL SEND IT’S SPERM CONTENTS TO THE LAB FOR COLLECTION AND DOCUMENTATION, THEY CAN THEN USE IT AS THEY SEE FIT.”
A technician brought over a device that looked like a condom, and handed it to the working technician.
The technician took the device and pulled down the front of the diaper, springing free Larry’s confined penis. Quickly the device was slipped of Larry’s swollen member, and then the diaper was pulled back up over the front, trapping the swollen member back into the confines of the soft diaper.
“PREPARING FOR PHASE FOUR: SEMEN EXTRACTION ON B.I.T. SUBJECT 120696B!”
The technician started to rub Larry’s trapped swollen member through the diaper. Larry struggled against the administrations, but he could do anything, and his member started to react to the rubbing. “NO!” Larry tried to scream. “I am not going to submit to your treatment, I won’t give you the satisfaction!” But Larry’s member had a mind of it’s own.
“THERE YOU GO, THAT’S IT, LET IT GO!” The technician smiled rubbing the trapped member through the cloth.
“You bastard!” Larry screamed out, as his body started to spasm in reaction to the technician’s manipulations. The technician continued rubbing Larry’s erect, confined man-tool, harder and faster. Larry’s trapped member started to build up heat in the confines of the thick material. Soon Larry started to gasp for air, as his body was building up for the pending release.
“THAT’S RIGHT, JUST LET GO. COME ON, HAVE YOUR LAST MANLY ORGASM, CAUSE IT WILL BE YOUR LAST!”
Larry tried to stop the explosion, but it was hopeless. The manipulations of the technician were too much to over come, and soon Larry started to expel his semen into the waiting condom type of device. He arched his back, straining against the straps that held him down, he felt as if he was exploding. His swollen member took over in its reaction to the technician’s rubbing. It wanted release, and it was having it. Larry shuddered after several spasms, each dumping a new load of fresh semen into the waiting contraption on his penis. The orgasm was the strongest one he had ever hard. He felt light-headed as he finished pumping his last load of fresh semen. He gasped for air as the spasms died down. He was exhausted, collapsing weakly back onto the table.
“THERE YOU ARE. DOESN’T THAT FEEL BETTER!” The technician smiled, cupping Larry’s balls through the diaper. “PUMP IT ALL OUT. THAT’S IT.” The technician gently squeezed the throbbing member, stroking it upwards, as if to milk out every last bit of semen in Larry’s balls.
Larry gasped again at the administrations. His member jerking in reaction to the milking.
“THERE ALL DONE... THE LAST MANLY ACT YOU ARE EVER GOING TO DO!”
“You BASTARD!” Was all Larry could think.
The technician, pulled the front of the diaper down, exposing the tube, filled with the white semen just expelled into it.
“WHAT A DAMN WASTE. I AM SURE SOMEONE IS GOING TO MISS HAVING YOU AROUND! WE COULD HAVE USED YOU FOR SOME OTHER TESTS BEFORE SUBMITTING YOU TO THIS DIVISION. BUT THAT’S TOO BAD. YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE SPIED ON OUR OPERATION.” The technician exclaimed, pulling the device off Larry’s now limp penis. Then he pulled the diaper back up over the member, patting the front of the diaper when he was finished.
“PHASE FOUR: SEMEN EXTRACTION ON B.I.T. SUBJECT 120696B IS COMPLETE! PREPARE CONTENTS OF SEMEN TRAP FOR THE GENETICS LAB. B.I.T. SUBJECT 120696B IS READY FOR FINAL INSERTION STAGE.”
Larry looked as the LCD screen. 10:04.... 10:03... 10:02... 10:01... 10:00....
Another technician loomed over Larry, and put a stethoscope against Larry’s sweat cover chest.
“B.I.T. SUBJECT 120696B’S HEART IS SLOWING BACK DOWN TO A NORMAL RATE. PULSE IS STRONG.”
“TEMPERATURE IS 98 DEGREES” another technician called out, checking Larry’s temperature by sticking a device into his left ear.
“GOOD, B.I.T. SUBJECT 120696B IS READY. MAKE NOT THAT IT TOOK 12 MINUTES TO DO FINAL PREP STAGE. SUBJECT IS STILL STRUGGLING AGAINST ADMINISTRATIONS, GOOD SIGN THAT HE WILL SURVIVE THE CHAMBER. STRAP DOWN THE LEGS, AND THEN WE WILL LET THE SUBJECT REST UNTIL THE MACHINE TAKES OVER. WE WILL PREPARE FOR WHEN WE ARE NEXT NEEDED, THE B.I.T. RECEIVING STAGE.”
Most of the technicians walked off, heading toward their various stations to prepare for their next actions. The technician whom Larry had knocked down, and who had administered the orgasm remained, looking down at Larry. He pulled a strap of Larry’s right leg. A familiar click was heard, as the strap was locked into place. The technician pulled a strap over Larry’s left leg. Again a click was heard. The sound of final entrapment.
“YES, YOU ARE NOW READY. YOU ARE IN THE SAME POSITION AS BIT 120696A WAS IS WHEN YOU CAME TO SPY ON US. IRONIC, ISN’T IT. WHAT YOU SAW, IS NOW WHAT YOU ARE GOING TO HAVE HAPPEN TO YOU.” The tech grinned. “AND I AM GOING TO ENJOY EVERY SECOND OF IT. I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE YOUR REACTION WHEN YOU SHIT YOUR FIRST OF MANY DIAPERS! THE EXPRESSION ON YOUR FACE IS GOING TO BE PRICELESS. YOU WILL BE HELPLESS TO DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT.”
Suddenly there was a commotion, and the technician turned to look in the direction of the noise. Larry turned his head too. The noise was coming from beyond the divided section of the room, and he could not make out who was there.
“Where is he?”
“Over on the Insertion Table?”
“How far have you gone with him?”
“He has had ‘Formula A’ injected, 2 doses. He has been prepped and has entered the final stage. There is no stopping the procedure.”
“I agree, once ‘Formula A’ has been injected, there is no going back. Can I see the record on him so far.”
“They are all recorded. The office gave the authorization for Insertion.”
There was silence for a few minutes. Then a person, in a white lab coat walked around the divider, carrying a clipboard. It was Paul, the man Larry had the interview with earlier.