It was foul, and they knew it, but drink it I did, it was better than the pain though I knew ultimately the liquid would be recycled. Breathing-howeve... was not so easy, my nose being a little blocked, I supposed with dust from the warehouse. Occasionally there were screams from the next room, god alone knows what they were doing to that youngster, though I had enough problems of my own to worry about. After some hours ‘Mengele’ looked in saying he was off and would see me next day, NEXT BLOODY. I’ll have to come over more often. He pooped in his pants so I’ll take him upstairs and change him. While I’m up there I’ll also clean the rooms. I’m sure I can keep little Chico entertained while I do that.’ In my mind I wanted to shout, ‘Hey, I didn’t poop my pants’, but I knew that was just Arilla’s excuse to go upstairs. I think I’m going to find out what Arilla has in mind pretty quick. Upstairs Arilla laid me on a bed and undressed me. When she pulled my diaper off she said, ‘Oh look, you. When she finally opened her eyes she let them fall to the pages and began reading. August 3rdI don't know where to begin with today's entry. I wonder if I'm loosing my mind or maybe I've always been a sick weirdo. I'm so ashamed of what I did yet I can't get past what it did to me. I guess I should explain. The other day when I was in the bathroom I saw a pair of Bree's panties in the corner. I dont know what came over me but I picked them up and the next thing I knew I was breathing in her. After a week or so my arsehole was huge when stretched and I was eager to make it even bigger.Finally one day she told me to lie on the bed,my arse on the edge and to raise my legs.She knelt on the floor to gain maximum access to my hole. She applied lots of lubricant inserted two fingers and slowly began to fuck me. I felt another finger go in then another and finally all five fingers were inside me. Telling me to relax she continued for another ten minutes or so. My arsehole felt absolutely.