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Summary: Jason is born in the Community and raised there where women are in charge and only the women are allowed to use toilets: the boys wear diapers. When Jason becomes adolescent, he is treated to ensure that he will always be docile and dependent on diapers.
Jason had just turned twelve. He was well developed for his age, although he couldn't tell that since he was the only boy of his age in the Community. His nurses kept saying what a big boy he was, smiling at each other knowingly and saying that it would be soon now. When he asked what they meant, they just smiled again and told him to wait and see.
Jason lived in the male dormitory block where he slept in a large room with all the other boys all younger than Jason, apart from the one, two and three year old boys in the special nursery next door. He hadn't thought it strange that there was only one boy of each age as he'd grown up there and that was the situation. He didn't think it was strange either that only the girls and women in the community used toilets whereas all the boys were kept in diapers and plastic pants. He'd been taught that boys and girls were different and that is why the boys had to wear diapers. Wearing a wet or wet and soiled diaper was, for him, the most normal thing in the world. When he was changed, he liked the special attention he got when he was washed clean and thoroughly creamed to prevent diaper rash. Whilst the women felt than men were a lesser breed, despite their necessity for procreation, they still didn't treat the boys badly.
The Community (always with a capital 'C') was a remote town up in the mountains, but in a valley between them which was shielded from the worst of the winter storms and was a very fertile area, supporting subsistence farming with enough surplus to sell to other communities to pay for items which the Community couldn't manufacture itself, such as medical supplies. Twice a week, a large truck came from the plains towns, with a female driver, for the Community to load up its surpluses and to receive mail and items purchased. The Community even had its own hydroelectric power scheme. What was strange was the lack of males. The Community had been set up seventeen years ago by a group of women who didn't want men for a whole variety of reasons. Some were lesbians, others had suffered abuse from the hands of men. Whatever the reasons, they had gathered together to form the Community which they ran themselves. For breeding purposes, they arranged for one male to be born each year. Since artificial conception was the method with egg implantation after screening for health and sex, this was well controlled. All the fertile females had their names placed in a ballot each year to select the unlucky one who was to bear the male child. Other than that, female births were actively encouraged. Once a woman had born a male child, her name was removed from the ballot. After the child was born by caesarian ('proper' natural childbirth, of course, whenever possible for a wanted girl baby), the baby was taken away to the male dormitory to be cared for by nurses in the crèche there.
The boys were educated with the girls in the Community's school, but played separately and, of course, had to go to the school nurse at regular intervals to have their diapers changed. Every morning the boys were got out of their cots, one at a time and taken to the changing room where they were showered clean and clean diapers and plastic pants put on. On morning Jason noticed that his pee tube had become larger and stiff. The two nurses, in their rubber aprons, gloves and rubber boots to avoid their getting wet when they showered Jason clean, noticed this and smiled at each other, "Soon!" said one to the other. Each night when the boys were changed for bed, they had a diazepam suppository and a Ducolax suppository inserted so that they would both settle to sleep quickly and soil themselves overnight so that they wouldn't soil their diapers during the day which would make an offensive smell for the women and girls. Any boy who did soil himself in school was sent to the nurse who, after cleaning him up, gave him a 3H enema (High, Hot and Hell of a lot!) to empty him out for the rest of the day. Jason actually liked the enemas as he enjoyed the extra attention he got so the nurses at the male dormitory had started giving him an enema each morning to avoid him soiling during the day. The doctor had decided that an enema was safer than daily use of laxatives, as well as having a more controlled result.
There were no televisions anywhere in the Community and radios were banned as well so that the only outside contact was through the truck lady who brought newspapers which were read only by Community leaders. If you'd asked Jason if he was happy, he'd had said that he was. He'd known nothing different.
One night, he woke up hot and sweaty after a strange dream which he couldn't quite remember. The nurse on duty in the boy's dormitory heard him stirring and went to see if he was all right. She gave him a drink of water, patted his head and told him to settle back down again. He was soon asleep. The next morning when his diaper was changed, the nurses noted the deposit of semen on the diaper and reported this to the doctor, after having taken a swab from it, out of sight of Jason. Jason had seen the sticky white patch, but the nurses reassured him that there was nothing to worry about. The swab was shown to contain a suitable number of live sperm, so Jason would shortly play his part in the planned breeding programme for the Community. The number of males to females had been carefully calculated to provide a large enough gene pool and all the boys had been genetically screened to ensure their suitability.
After several of these strange dreams with the resulting white sticky patch on his diaper, the doctor decided that Jason was ready to do his part in the breeding programme. One morning, a nurse came from the Community Hospital just after breakfast to take Jason there. The nurse told Jason that there was nothing to worry about and that he wasn't ill or in trouble. At the hospital, she took him into the male section and placed him on the mattress of the cot there in what would be his room for some time. She removed his diaper and plastic pants, after taking off the rest of his clothes. She washed Jason clean and informed the doctor that Jason was ready for her. The doctor came in wearing a plastic apron and rubber gloves, carrying a tray with a hypodermic syringe in it. "I'm just going to give you a little injection, Jason. It may be a little sore, but it won't hurt." She went over and took Jason's 'pee tube' and injected the side of it with the syringe and small needle. Within a few minutes, Jason had a large erection. "He'll do nicely, nurse. Put his diaper on and I'll examine him." To his surprise, the nurse put his diaper on, but no plastic pants. This was to allow his testes to be cool, not heated by the warm wet diaper encased in plastic knickers so that his sperm would be as virile as possible. The doctor examined him thoroughly, listening to his chest and carrying out an EKG. "He'll be ready in a couple of days, nurse. Morning and night enemas to keep him empty and normal diet. OK?" The nurse assured her that it was fine. The sides were pulled up on the cot and the nurse brought Jason some toys to play with, after she'd put mittens on his hands so that he couldn't play with himself. When his erection had gone down, she removed his diaper as the bed was covered with an absorbent pad to soak up the urine. Jason did find it strange to be not wearing his diaper and plastic pants.
That night, he was given a 3H enema and put back in diaper and plastic pants until he'd emptied himself. He was then cleaned up in the adjoining shower, waddling there as his plastic pants and diaper were struggling to contain all the of enema and stool which filled them. Once washed clean, he had a small pad placed over his 'pee tube' and told to hold it there until he got back to his cot, in case he urinated on the floor. Once back in his cot, his arms were strapped back in soft restraints to stop his hands straying and the pad removed, leaving Jason lying naked on the bed. Fortunately the room was warm enough that he didn't need covering. The nurse slipped a Diazepam suppository into his rectum and wished him 'good night'. In the morning he had another enema, mittens reapplied and allowed to play in the cot. The nurses took it in turns to keep an eye on him, change him and keep him amused.
After three days of this, he had a pair of plastic pants put over his diaper. Next he was led to a treatment room. There he was strapped down on the couch with his feet up in stirrups. An incontinence pad was placed under his hips and his diaper and plastic pants removed. A rubber strap was passed under his hips and left lying either side of him. The doctor took a syringe, stretched his 'pee tube' with her other hand and injected it into the side of his 'pee tube', rubbing the injection site afterwards to spread the drug around. Soon Jason had a very large erection, although neither the doctor nor nurses explained to him that this is what it was. A device was placed over his erect penis and connected to the straps. The doctor sat on a stool between Jason's raised legs, wearing plastic apron and rubber gloves. One of the nurses placed a gag in Jason's mouth so that he couldn't speak. The machine was switched on and Jason realised that it was similar to the milking machine he'd seen when his class visited the Community's farm, except that there was just one tube and it was connected to his 'pee tube'. As it massaged his erect penis, he began to feel very strange and struggled against the gag and the straps holding him firmly down. The doctor lubricated her middle finger and inserted it into his rectum and began massaging his prostate. Suddenly Jason ejaculated into the collection device as the doctor continued to 'milk' his prostate. The semen was collected in a jar attached to the machine and, when no more came out, the machine was switched off and disconnected from the straps. Jason's diaper was put back on him and the straps removed. A nurse led him back to his room and, once he was back in his cot, removed the plastic pants. Meanwhile the doctor was saying to the nurse in the treatment room that Jason had produced a satisfactorily large quantity of semen for his first 'milking'. The semen was transferred into tubes and frozen in liquid nitrogen to go into the Community's sperm bank.
The 'milking process happened three more times. After that, the doctor declared that she'd collected enough from Jason and that he could have the surgical treatment the following day. This time Jason's plastic pants were left over his diaper when he was taken back to his room. This time he was allowed to play with toys on the floor of his room in the part which was carpeted specially for that purpose. The nurse left him for a few moments, being careful as always to lock the door behind him to ensure that he didn't stray into the main part of the hospital where the women and girls were treated. She smiled as she carried out this precaution as there was a locked door between the male and female sections anyway, but locking Jason's door was an added precaution. When she came back, she had a glass with oily looking orange juice, another glass of orange juice and a sweet in its cellophane wrapper on a tray. She called Jason over to her and told him that he was to drink all of the orange juice in the first glass as quickly as possible while she held his nose. He could then have another glass of orange juice as, she admitted, the first one wouldn't taste very nice, and then, as a special treat, have a sweet to suck. She held Jason's nose as he drank down the orange juice laced with 4 ounces of castor oil – a massive dose for someone of his age. Jason was nearly sick as she released his nose, gagging at the foul taste. She thrust the glass of plain juice at him and he drank that down. After that she unwrapped the sweet and held it in the wrapper for him to take from her.
Jason carried on playing with the dollies he'd been given. After all, a doll was a proper toy for a child of either sex, at least in the Community's eyes. He was upset when he was told that he wasn't allowed to eat that day when lunchtime came. Instead he was given a large glass of water to drink. Shortly afterwards, he felt his bowels convulse as he was hit by very strong griping pains as the castor oil did its work. He had to lift his plastic covered, diapered bottom off the floor as he proceeded to fill his diaper with load after load of oily stool. Teatime was a repeat of the orange juice and castor oil. The nurses changed him every time he'd filled his diaper, being careful to wash his diaper area very carefully and cream him to prevent rash.
Just before bedtime, he was put in his cot, changed into really thick diapers and rubber pants which cut into his thighs and waist with tight bands to keep him leak-free overnight. He was given four baby bottles with teats attached and told he could drink from them if he woke during the night and was thirsty. The night nurse then gave him a large glass to drink from. It had an orange taste as well as an after taste which Jason couldn't quite describe. The mixture was orange juice, 1g of chloral hydrate to make him sleep (the maximum dose for a child) and an adult dose of Picolax, sodium picosulfate, a very powerful bowel cleansing stimulant laxative. That was why the nurse had applied a very thick layer of cream on his bottom that night.
He two doses of castor oil had emptied him out, whereas the Picolax was to clear out the castor oil residue. That night Jason woke several times as the griping pains hit him. He flooded his diaper with just liquid, drinking form the bottles as he felt thirsty. The water just poured through him, but the nurse had known how thick to make his diapers as none had leaked by the morning. At 6 am, the nurse came into his room to take away any remaining bottles of water, but found he'd drunk them all. At 8 am, two nurses lifted a very sleepy Jason from bed, and helped him to the special shower as he was still very wobbly on his feet with the 'hangover' from the chloral hydrate. He was showered by the two nurses who were wearing long sleeved rubber aprons, which almost reached the floor, rubber gloves and rubber boots. When they'd decided he was clean enough, one nurse sat in the chair with a large bath sheet over her apron. The other nurse lifted Jason onto the towel and he was dried. While he was still on the nurse's lap on the towel, he was lifted onto a disposable diaper – something he'd never worn before. He was stood up, an open backed theatre gown was put on him with just a single tie at the back of his neck and a blue see through plastic shower cap to keep his hair in place.
Jason was now a little anxious, although the large dose of chloral hydrate stopped him from being as worried as he might have been. Blue plastic feet covers were slipped over his feet and each of the nurses took him by the hand and led him out of his room, down the corridor and into the operating theatre. There he was handed over to the doctor and the theatre nurses who were dressed conventionally in masks, gloves, hair covering and theatre greens. One nurse didn't have a mask over her face: it was round her neck. She smiled at Jason and held out her hand. "Don't worry, pet, we'll take good care of you!" She led Jason over to a chair. She sat down and put a pillow on her lap. She then lifted Jason up so that he was astride her, facing her, with the pillow between them. "Hold me tightly round the neck, Jason, and you'll be fine." Jason did so, curving his back as his gown fell open. She put her arms round him and another nurse held him so he couldn't straighten up. The doctor told him that she was going to give him a small injection in his back which might sting a bit at first. It did, but it soon went numb as the local anaesthetic took effect. His back was sprayed with antiseptic and then the doctor inserted an epidural needle and catheter. Once it was in the right place, a nurse placed a large clear adhesive over the puncture and the tubing to hold it in place after the doctor removed the needle. A filter was connected to then end of the tube which came over Jason's shoulder and then it was connected to a syringe. The doctor gave a bolus injection, then placed it in the syringe driver and turned it on to deliver a continuous dose of the epidural. One of the nurses asked Jason how his legs felt every minute of so. Soon he felt 'pins and needles' in his legs and soon they became numb, as did his bottom. Soon he could feel nothing from his waist downwards. "Good," said the doctor, "in the right place first time!"
Jason was lifted up as the pillow was removed from the nurse's lap. He was sat back with his legs, which he could no longer feel, astride the nurse's legs and his back to her. She held him around the chest and cuddled him to her. He liked that part of things. A blood pressure cuff was placed around one of his arms, a pulse oximeter on a finger of his other hand and EKG electrodes on his chest. The anaesthetist held out a green see through plastic mask with a clear rim of silicone rubber connected to a corrugated concentric tube leading back to the anaesthetic machine. "Would you be good for me, Jason, and take deep breaths if the nurse holds it over your face? It'll smell of apples." The anaesthetist turned on the sevoflurane and oxygen which hissed from the mask as it was held tightly over Jason's nose and mouth. Jason tried not to breathe it at first as he didn't like this at all, but soon he had to take a breath and so started to breath the anaesthetic mixture. He became sleepy very quickly and sagged in the nurse's grip. At this point, he was lifted onto the table and the mask held over his nose and mouth to get him deeply unconscious. While an assistant held the mask over Jason's face, the anaesthetist inserted a cannula in Jason's arm, taping it in place. She gave him an injection of sux to paralyse him then she inserted an endotracheal tube down his airway, connecting this to the anaesthetic machine and respirator instead of the mask. Now he was unconscious, she changed over to isoflurane which wasn't suitable for induction, but would take him deep enough for the surgery which was to come.
One of the nurses lifted his legs into stirrups and lowered the end of the operating table. Another nurse lifted his gown and swabbed his abdomen, genitals and anal region with antiseptic. The doctor inserted the nozzle of a tube of lubricant into Jason's urethra and squirted the contents into him. Picking up a previously lubricated resectoscope, she sat on a stool between Jason's legs and slowly manoeuvred the resectoscope through his urethra. With a foot hovering over the pedal, she put her eye to the eyepiece as Jason's bladder was filled with the glycine irrigation fluid. Carefully she cut away the whole of his bladder neck and removed as much as possible of his prostate without cutting right through the prostate capsule. Whilst Jason had been incontinent through lack of training, by the time this surgery had finished, he'd be permanently incontinent because of the surgical intervention. When she'd finished, a nurse inserted a large bore Foley catheter with irrigation through his urethra and filled the balloon to its 30 ml capacity. She then pulled the catheter so that the balloon entered the bored out bladder neck and prostate, preventing the area closing up at all. The irrigation fluid was initially bright red with his blood as it flowed from the irrigation bottle through the catheter and into the urine collection bag. After this had been done, the doctor picked up a scalpel and opened Jason's scrotum. She tied off the vas deferens from his testes and resected them, then tied off the blood vessels to his testes and cut through them as well. This left her able to finish the castration process by trimming his scrotum and stitching it closed so that he was flat between his legs with no scrotal sac to hang down.
Next she switched to his abdomen where she made two cuts and inserted the nozzle of a gas canister into one cut and a laproscope into the other. Working the valve, she inflated his abdomen and worked the laproscope down into his pelvic basin. There she carefully cut the nerves to his bladder sphincter and anal sphincter, finishing the work to make him completely incontinent of urine. She removed the instruments and pressed on his abdomen to make the gas out. The small cuts were taped closed by a nurse as she picked up another scalpel resuming her seat on the stool between Jason's legs. This time she cut into his perianal area, making cuts away from his anal opening and through the muscles of the anal sphincter, avoiding cutting right into the bowel itself. She made a series of the radial cuts and then carefully stitched the surface skin closed. A nurse handed her a tube of lubricant which the doctor applied to her glove on one hand. Putting the tips of her fingers together in the shape of a cone, she inserted her fingers into Jason's anus and pushed hard, separating the muscles where she'd cut them and dilating Jason's anus so wide she could actually fit her hand through the dilated anus. She removed her hand and a nurse passed her a ring with a groove in it and a large plastic bag attached to hold stool for long enough for the soluble sutures to dissolve before Jason was rediapered. This she lubricated and maked it into Jason's anus so that the anal opening was seated in the groove. This was to keep his anal sphincter fully dilated so that scar tissue would bridge the gaps created in the sphincter muscle, leaving his anal opening dilated and Jason incontinent of stool for life, once healing had taken place.
Jason was taken to the recovery area where he was allowed to wake up sufficiently to check that he was all right. He was left with the tube down his throat and sedated until the wounds were sufficiently healed for his catheter to be removed and for him to be diapered. The endotracheal tube was removed, along with all the drips and other paraphernalia and he was put in a thick diaper and plastic pants and allowed to recover from the sedation. Jason was now permanently incontinent beyond the change of any surgical recovery. He was encouraged to drink once he was fully awake and then restarted on a normal diet. Once the hospital staff were happy with him, he was collected and taken to the special section of the farm where all the boys who had been through Jason's treatment were sent to work and sleep. Jason joined the older boys in the dormitory there. There, in the heated dormitory where the slept and ate, the boys worn nothing but their diapers and plastic pants. A pair of nursing auxiliaries, on rotation from the hospital cared for these surgically rendered docile boys. Keeping their diapers changed as necessary.
The next day, Jason went out into the fields with the other boys dressing in a work top with diapers and plastic pants exposed so the nursing auxiliaries could see who needed changing. Was he happy? Surprisingly, yes he was. Happiness is a warm wet diaper!
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