A familiar feeling from my bladder told me that it was time to test out the new diapers. So, I walked up to the mirror. This looks very different from the Goodnite and even my sister’s Pampers. It is lacking the picture on the front. It also just looks and feels thicker. I thought as I poked the smooth plastic outer shell. I really do look like a baby. Then another signal came from my bladder. Well now to see if what mom said was true. I relaxed my bladder and could feel the warmth start to spread. However, instead of spreading to my rear, it stayed in my crotch area. I then noticed two yellow lines appear. Soon, I was finished. Wow, this is became a lot thicker, I thought as I poked at the warm squishy crotch.
Knock, Knock. “Jack can I come in?” my mother asked.
My heart skipped a few beets as I froze in place and just I stood there in a wet diaper.
Crap, crap, crap, if she sees that I am wet she will know that I was lying when I said I didn’t have to go. I took a deep breathe. Calm down Jack. Just hide under the covers. I thought as I jumped into my bed.
“Sure” I replied as I jumped back from the mirror.
“Firstly, you left your pajama bottoms in my room. You probably don’t need them anyway considering how hot it is”
I guess I was too wrapped up in the new experience.
“You’re probably right. Also, I forgot to ask, what time are we leaving tomorrow?”
“That is what I wanted to talk to you about. Unfortunately, I am going to have to postpone our little trip. Something came up for work and I need to be at home to take care of it. I am sorry”
Oh well, can’t win every time.
“It’s okay, we will just do it another day” I replied cheerfully.
“Thanks for understanding. One more thing”
“Yes”
“My good friend has a son that is experiencing similar problems to your own. Then one thing led to another and she invited you over to play with him tomorrow”
Wait what? I guess I am not the only one who had this idea. I wonder if he is like me? Also, why would she invite me over? I haven’t even met her.
“Really?”
“Yes, he is a little older than you, but I am sure you two would get along. So, what do you think?”
We probably would considering our similarities. It would be nice to have someone other than my sister to play with and I don’t really have anything better to do. So, why not.
“Sounds like fun”
“Excellent, I will drop you off tomorrow morning” she replied as she got up off my bed.
“Okay, mom”
“Night Jack” she said as she flipped off the light switch.
Oh good, she is gone. I thought as my heart rate dropped back to a normal level.
“Night mom” I replied as she turned off the lights and shut the door.
Finally, someone I can talk to about all of this. I thought to myself as I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.
“Jack wake up, it’s almost time for me to take you over”
I creaked open my eyes, but was not greeted by the warm sunshine, rather by the dull gray clouds and the depressing rain. I hate the rain. It spoils what could have been a nice day. Then with a thump I jumped out of bed and felt the immense weight between my legs. I looked into the mirror to see how the diaper held up. Wow, other than being a bit bulky, it held everything nicely. But, I think a fresh Goodnite would feel much nicer than this clammy thing. A shower would also probably be nice.
With that, I walked into the bathroom and ripped the tapes off. I used the bathroom and showered off. Now for the Goodnite. I wonder if he also wears Goodnites or maybe something else?I thought as I grabbed one from the package and slipped it on.
I threw on a pair of shorts and walked downstairs.
Well today is the day. I wonder if he will like me? I thought as my excitement turned to fear.
“I will be in the car” my mom said as she went to get the car started.
I grabbed my raincoat and got in. The entire time I was nervously thinking about if we would get along and what would he be like. In my nervousness, the front of my Goodnite became slightly damp. Which caused another thought to cross my mind. I didn’t bring any spares.. I guess I will just have to make this one last. The car stopped and we both got out.
Ding dong. John’s mom answered the door.
“Mary” John’s mom said as she hugged my mom.
“Amanda, it has been too long since we have seen each other. Unfortunately, I have some work I have to attend to” my mom said as she waved goodbye and left.
I was still sort of speechless and terrified when John’s mom said “You must be Jack. I have heard a lot about you. Don’t be a stranger. Come in out of the rain. I will take your coat”
I stepped inside and handed my coat to her and noticed who I presumed was John.
“I will let you guys get to know each other. Lunch will be ready at one” she said as she left.
I walked up to greet him and noticed the bulge of a diaper. I guess he wears something other than Goodnites. Questions for a later point in time.
I held out my hand and said “Hi, my name is Jack. It is nice to meet you”
“Likewise, and my name is John” he replied as he shook my hand.
Riiinnnngggg, the bell signaling the end of the school day rang. Finally, that day seemed to drag on forever. I got up from my desk eagerly and threw my folders in my blue backpack.
“Summer at last and not a moment to soon. Am I right Jack?”
“No kidding” I said as we walked toward the bright yellow school bus to take us home.
“Any plans?”
“None that I can think of. How about you Sam?”
“I have a vacation with my family planned”
“That sounds fun”
“Yeah, we are going to a lake house for a month”
“Oh, cool”
Now what am I going to do this summer? I thought as I stared out the window watching the brightly colored houses pass by.
“Well this is my stop. Talk to you later Jack”
“Have fun on your vacation”
“Thanks” he replied as he got off the bus.
So bored… I bet my sister never gets bored. She just gets to play all day without a care in the world. She doesn’t even have to worry about the bathroom. Man, what I would give to relive those days. Looks like this is my stop.
I got off the yellow school bus and walked to my house.
“Happy last day of school Jack” my mother said with glee.
“Thanks, it couldn’t have come a day later”
A rancid smell reached my nose and in waddled my little sister in her bright blue dress.
“Mommy… I make stinky”
“I will be right there dear”
“Sorry Jack, I am going to have to cut this short. Wouldn’t want this little stinker to get a rash now would we” she said while tickling my little sister before scooping her up and taking her upstairs.
Never anytime for me. I guess I can go watch some TV.
I plopped down on the couch and flipped on the TV and noticed the commercial playing was for a product called Goodnites. It had a mother reading to her happy child.
That would be nice, just me and mom together. Hmmm… I wonder.
Before I could finish my thought, in walks my mother.
“Sorry about that Jack”
“No problem”
“Thanks, your always such a good sport about stuff like this. So, how was your last day?”
“Good, Sam is leaving for the month though”
“That’s unfortunate”
“Ya, but I can find other things to do”
“Cool”
“So, how has your day been?”
“Busy, but not more than usual. I think I might start potty training your sister in a couple months or so. I just don’t know if she is ready. So what are you watching?”
“Nothing yet, just flipping channels”
“I am going to get dinner started. I will call you when it is ready”
“Sounds good mom”
She then walked out of the room as I continued to stare blankly at the screen. I could not get my mind off of the Goodnites from earlier.
What would it be like to wear those things? They look like my sisters Pampers.
I wanted to learn more about it. It filled my mind.
Maybe I will find something online about it?
I walked up the old stairs to my room. It was silent as usual. I grabbed my laptop from my desk and jumped on my bed. I began looking up the product.
Goodnites… says here that they are to help manage bedwetting. So, if I wet the bed, mom might get them for me and as a result, spend more time with me. But I don’t know, I do not need diapers, I am old enough. Though it says here that they are not diapers. I don’t know, this plan doesn’t seem sound.
“Jack. Dinner is ready” my mom called up.
“Be right there”
I guess this will have to wait.
With a click, I closed my laptop and went downstairs.
“What’s for dinner?”
“Pasta”
“Cool”
I sat down at the table, my sister was in her high chair already being fed by my mom.
She gets all of the attention and I don’t even get a glance.
I made myself a plate and ate alone at the table. I put my plate in the sink and went back upstairs to continue my research. I opened up my laptop and began looking at the Goodnites page again.
If this is what it takes to get mom to notice me. Or even if it gives me a chance… A small tear formed in my left eye. A chance at not being alone. It has to be worth a try. I wiped away the tear from my eye.
Now for a plan. I thought as I came up with a strategy for the next few days, but it started tonight.
I soon began to get a little tired. So, I went to the bathroom to get a drink of water. I found my least favorite pajamas and climbed into bed. I could feel pressure building in my bladder as it began to fill.
“Night mom”
“Night Jack” she called back from her room.
As I lay in bed and stared at the ceiling I just kept thinking. Do I really want to do this? I mean I can still turn back. I could feel pain coming from my bladder as it asked for relief. But all I could picture in my mind were the Goodnites. Here it goes. I slowly relaxed. It took a while to overcome the years of potty training but soon I could feel my crotch becoming warm and damp as the stream increased. I glanced down to see a dark patch forming on my sheets. Soon, the stream stopped as a faint smell of urine filled the room. Well, the deed is done. Now to see the results. As I drifted off into a damp sleep.
The sun warmed my face as I slowly cracked my eyes open. The aroma of stale urine was in the air and then I felt the cold damp sheets. Right, that happened. Well, let’s see if it works. Mom should be coming in here to see what is wrong. I glanced at the clock. 9:30… she would have woken me up if something was wrong by now. I will quickly change into something dry. I don’t want to make it to obvious as to my intentions. With that I peeled off the cold, damp clothing and threw it into my hamper. I then walked down the stairs to see my mom making some breakfast for my sister. I went to grab a bowl for cereal as I began to ponder how to tell my mom about the incident. Should I just come out and say it or should I ease into it? I definitely don’t want my sister hearing.
“Oh, good morning Jack”
“Good morning mom”
“Sleep well”
Now’s my chance.
“Sort of”
“What’s wrong”
“Let’s talk about it after breakfast”
“Okay”
We both finished up our meals and then my sister went off to play.
“So what did you want to talk about Jack?”
Okay, got to work up the courage, think of why you are doing this.
“Last night, I um… had a sort of… accident”
“An accident?”
“Yes, I um… wet the bed”
“Oh sweety, it’s okay, I will wash your sheets. It was probably just a fluke”
Damn… I guess I will have to do this again.
“I hope so”
“All will be fine. This is not something uncommon for me to deal with”
I bet.
“Thanks for understanding”
“No problem sweety”
She then left to go do a load of laundry.
Well that sort of worked. I did get to have a long talk with her. So, the plan worked. I suppose repeating the process will yield even better results
The rest of the day was fairly uneventful. Then came the night. Okay, so same plan as before. Wet the bed then more attention from mom. I thought to myself as I climbed into bed. Well round two. I thought as I relaxed and felt warmth envelope my crotch and I drifted off into a deep sleep.
I awoke again to a familiar scent and feeling. Okay, let’s see if this works. Maybe I should add a little more. I thought as I slowly relaxed and felt the cold damp sheets get even damper, as they began to warm up. Ahh, much better. Now to go see if my plan worked. I hurried downstairs after changing into some dry clothing.
“So, Jack, did you sleep well?” my mom asked.
“Sort of”
“Will I have to do another load of laundry?”
“Probably”
My sister then came frolicking in, with nothing but a T-shirt with a daisy on it and her pamper.
My mom glanced over at her and then back to me.
“I may have a temporary solution to this little problem you seem to be having”
Yes. I think she just came to the right conclusion.
“Jack, I have to run a couple of errands. Could you watch your sister for a bit”
“Sure thing mom”
I went into the living room to find my sister playing on the floor. I flipped on the T.V. Yet I could not focus on it. All of my attention was on my sister.
I can only imagine. No responsibilities. No worries. Just all the time in the world to play.
Soon, my mom arrived back home with some bags. I bet I know what is in those.
“Thanks for watching her”
“No problem mom”
I left to go back upstairs to further explore the internet.
Dinner was uneventful. Other than the struggle to hold back my eagerness for night.
Soon night finally arrived. Alright now more time with mom.
“Jack, can I see you in my room for a second”
“Coming”
Okay, have to not be so cheery.
“Now, I know what you might think. But, it would make my life easier and you would get a lot better rest if you wore these” she said as she handed me the brightly colored package. I read the side, Goodnites. Success! But now I have to act how a 12 year old should act.
“What are these?”
“They are some new… underwear for you to wear to bed. They will help keep the sheets dry”
“How?” Maybe that was a little to much of playing dumb.
“They will… help contain any accident you might have while sleeping. It would help both of us out”
“Only for you mom” I said as I opened the package with a rip.
“Great. I am going to go get your sister ready for bed. Thanks for understanding”
And with that she left the room.
Well that did not seem to work to well. She only was with me for ten minutes. But, it was a start. Maybe if it gets worse she will be with me more? I don’t know. But now that I have them. Might as well see what they are like.
I closed and locked my door. My heart was racing. Jack calm down. Why would you even want to wear these? I mean your sister does seem to enjoy them. Well it can’t hurt to at least try them on.
I slowly approached the package. My heart was pounding in my chest. I slowly pulled one out. It felt exactly the same as one of my sister’s pampers. Only it was a bit thinner. I slowly opened it up and began to take off my pants and underwear. Well now to see what it is all about. I place both my legs into the holes and slid it up. The soft padding encased my crotch. It was warm and inviting. Far more comfortable than my plain old underwear. The added bulk between my legs gave my a sense of security that I had not felt in a long time. Wow, these feel great. I did not expect these to feel so nice. I never want to go back to plain old underwear.
They don’t even look that bad. Then the inevitable hit me as a snapped back to reality. Wait Jack… get a grip. You are twelve years old. The only reason why you are doing this in the first place is mom.
Now that I was refocused on my task, I opened up my laptop to jot down the events of today. Maybe I should start writing a diary. That way I will be able to compare days against each other to see which one works best. Okay, now where to start…Today, my plans finally worked. I have acquired Goodnites and as a result it seems that I am getting to spend more time with mom. The Goodnites feel fairly good as well. I would not mind wearing these more often. I saved the file and the began to browse the web, still enjoying the soft padding at my rear.
Soon, I began to get tired and decided to close my computer and climb into bed.
I shut my eyes and drifted off to sleep.
I awake with a jolt from my brain and an aching pain in my bladder. Gotta pee… I thought as I sprung out of bed, only to be reminded of the padding between my legs. Oh right, the Goodnites… I mean they are meant to be used and mom might not get them for me anymore if I don’t…
I slowly crept over to the mirror. I was still thinking about my options. Jack, your sister is okay with it. She is even reluctant to give up her diapers. Also, mom is expecting you to wet them. You would not want to disappoint her.
My heart was racing, my bladder signaled that it was time to make up my mind.
Okay, I should at least try it. If it is awful, I will just have to find a different way to gain mom’s attention and if I don’t I will always wonder what would have happened if I did.
My heart was still pounding, as I stood in front of the mirror in nothing but a Goodnite and a T-Shirt.
Time to see if my sister was right in wanting to keep her diapers.
I let out a deep sigh and slowly began to relax my bladder. A wave of relief came over me as a warm stream began to start. I watched in the mirror as the front of my Goodnite began to swell. I could feel the warm urine flow down to the seat of my Goodnite. I stared at the mirror watching as the white padding slowly began to darken. It felt odd, standing in front of a mirror in my room while emptying my bladder. Soon the stream stopped.
Ahhhh…. much better. Wow, the Goodnite feels heavy. I pocked at the sagging padding with a squish,. I should probably get back to bed. I thought as I began to walk back to my bed. The Goodnite felt much thicker now and squished with each step. I placed my hand on the front to feel the warmth inside. It actually felt good. It was warm and inviting. I opened up my laptop to write about it in my journal.
Tonight, I experienced my first wet Goodnite. It held up better than I would have thought. The warm, moist padding was very comfortable. I could get use to this. I saved my journal and began to walk back to my bed. I climb back into bed with a slosh and drifted back to sleep.
“Jack, Jack, breakfast is ready”
I cracked open my eyes and shivered from what felt like a wet rag between my legs.
Brrrr, why does it feel like… right the Goodnite. This is not nearly as comfortable as it was last night. I best get out of it. I thought as I pealed off the Goodnite and hopped in the warm shower.
Back to plain old underwear I guess. I opened up my computer and recorded my thoughts.
I finished getting dressed and made my way toward the kitchen.
“Good morning Jack, did you sleep well?”
“I did, better than normal in fact”
“That’s good to hear”
“How well did your um… new underwear work?” she whispered.
“Dry sheets”
“Good, and how are you handling the situation?”
“I’m doing okay”
“Thanks for being so good about this” she said as she wrapped her arms around me.
Soon, I finished up eating and went to watch some T.V. on the couch. After a while I began to overhear my mom laughing on the phone.
“Funny, and he was okay with it”
“Oh, I don’t know. If it makes him happy than sure”
“I will let you know how things turn out”
With that my mom hung up the phone and I went back to mindlessly watching T.V.
Why is there nothing to do around here. I thought as I glanced over at my sister playing with her toys. I remember how everything was always enjoyable, never a dull moment when the world is so new.
Time went by and the only thing I could think about was being young again and how much I enjoyed it.
Maybe I will watch a movie or something. I looked through our collection to find something that I could watch with my sister in the room. Toy Story is enjoyable. I put the movie in and began to watch it. I then had an uneventful dinner and went upstairs to get ready for bed.
Oh boy, finally, I get to put these on again. I thought as I grabbed a Goodnite out of the bag and slid it on.
“Goodnight Jack”
“Night mom”
The night is not over for me. I thought as I continued to explore the padding between my legs. I began writing down my thoughts in my journal.
Today was laid back. It was a bit annoying that I missed part of the movie due to having to use the bathroom, a Goodnite would have been nice there. I paused there noticing the pressure in my bladder.
Speaking of which ahhhh. A wave of relief came over me as my crotch began getting warmer and the front of the Goodnite began to swell.
It is an interesting feeling, being in your room, in front of your computer and just peeing. It also feels great. I might try to take my plan even further tomorrow. I am unsure though, wearing at night is one thing but during the day. That is another thing entirely. I mean what would people say? What would Sam say? Maybe people won’t notice? I can always just stop if I want to anyway and Sam is not even in town. I will do it tomorrow.
I saved and shut my laptop.
Maybe a quick glass of water, I am rather thirsty.
After satisfying my thirst, I climbed into bed with a squish and fell asleep.
I awoke to a strange yet familiar damp feeling. The scent of stale urine filled the room.
Did I wet the bed? I thought as I got up out of my cold damp bed. I shivered as I felt a drop of urine run down my leg. Glancing down at the sodden Goodnite and thought to myself, I can’t believe I unintentionally wet the bed… I mean I guess it is not such a big deal considering now I don’t have to fake it or lie about it. I should get changed into some dry clothes.
I took a shower and got dressed.
What should I tell mom? I never see my sister leak. Did I do something wrong? I thought as a nervously walked into the kitchen.
“Morning Jack”
“Hi mom” I replied as I gestured toward the hall. My mom sort of picked up on the fact that I wanted to talk to her in private and we both went into the hall.
“What’s wrong Jack? Did something happen?”
“Last night, it seems that the Goodnites didn’t work to well”
“Oh, you leaked, I am sorry dear, I will wash your sheets up. You probably need something better than Goodnites. I will pick up somethings at the store later today. Do you mind watching your sister while I’m gone?”
“No problem. I did not know there was a better version of Goodnites”
“They are not exactly the same, we will talk about it when I get back”
I then went to finish up my breakfast and began to watch T.V.
I wonder what she meant by that. No matter, the real question I need to ask myself is if I should attempt the daytime wetting. My thoughts were interrupted by my mom leaving for the store.
“Bye Jack, I am heading to the store. Your sister is outside in the sandbox”
“Okay mom, see you soon”
I had better keep an eye on my sister. I thought as I went outside into our fenced in backyard and approached the colorful swing set.
I sat down on the yellow plastic swing and watched my sister play in the sandbox. Alright Jack, is it really a good idea to attempt daytime wetting? It would make it so I would not have to miss scenes from movies. However, what would people say if they saw me? Well, Goodnites are discrete and the only person who will know would be mom. Who knows, maybe she will spend more time with me.
I felt a familiar pressure coming from my bladder. I darted my eyes around to make sure no one was looking and that my sister was facing the house. No one is watching. My heart was racing, and I was beginning to sweat. I took a deep breathe and relaxed my bladder. I could feel a couple of drops then a light stream. I could feel the fabric becoming warm and damp. I looked at my crotch to see a darkened area about the size of a baseball growing as drops began to drip down my leg and off of the swing. Finally, my bladder was empty and the deed had been done. No turning back now. I thought as I look back at my sister to ensure that she had not seen anything. She was now standing up and gazing at the door. She dropped her shovel and squatted down, placing her arms around her legs. She stayed like that for a couple minutes. What is she doing? Is something wrong? She then stood up, patted her padded bum and continued playing. It then clicked. Oh, she was doing THAT. At least we are outside so I don’t have to smell it. Something that I don’t think I will ever do in a Goodnite.
After about fifteen minutes I heard my mom pull up and watched as my sister jumped up to go and say hi to her. Now how am I going to explain this to mom. I thought about it for a while and could not think of anything to say. before my mom came outside.
“Sorry about that Jack, I had to change your sister before putting her down for a nap”
“No problem. But I… uhh… sort of had”
“an accident” she finished. I just lowered my head in shame.
“It’s okay. Just tell me what happened”
“I was sitting here watching Katie when I began to daydream. When I returned to reality, I found that my shorts were soaked. I was scared to tell you”
“I’m not mad Jack. It is probably just a phase that you will grow out of. You should go take a shower and get into dry clothes”
“That sounds nice mom” I replied as I got up from the damp seat.
“One more thing. I think it would be wise if you wore one of your Goodnites. Just to be safe”
I nodded. Well the plan worked. Now let’s hope that it was the right move.
I walked upstairs, barely able to contain my excitement as I opened the door. As I was changing into dry clothes and a Goodnite, I decided to journal the events.
My plan worked, I have been allowed to wear a Goodnite during the day now as well. Though it seems a little odd that my mom has been okay with all of this. I wonder how I am going to be able to hide this from Katie. She is only a toddler, it can’t be that hard. Well now to enjoy the rewards of a successful plan. I saved and shut my laptop.
What to wear? I could just throw on some athletic shorts and a t-shirt I guess. I thought as I pulled the gym shorts over the smooth cloth of the Goodnite and walked down stairs.
It feels weird to be walking around in just a Goodnite. I wonder if it is noticeable? Right then I began to get very nervous as thoughts of what people would say if they knew floated around my head. Then a warm gentle hand began to rub my back, bringing me back into reality.
“Everything is going to be okay Jack, I am sure it is just a phase and will pass in time”
“I suppose your right, thanks mom” I replied as I gave her a great big bear hug.
“Why don’t you go and watch some T.V. with your sister while I take care of some things?”
“Sure”
I plopped down on the couch feeling the Goodnite adding an extra layer of cushion.
I could get use to this. I thought as I began to watch the show that my sister was watching.
Great another little girls show about candy colored horses. I thought to myself.
After ten or so minutes, I overheard my mom talking on the phone.
“You were right”
“Do you think it’s okay for it to continue?”
“Really? I wonder if this will go the same way? Also, how do I explain the need for” she then whispered something into the phone.
“And how I need to do it?”
“That makes sense, thanks for the help”
She hung up the phone and I went back to watching T.V. with my sister. I began to enjoy the show as we watched more episodes. I began to feel a familiar pressure in my bladder.
I don’t really want to get up, and I am wearing a Goodnite. I thought to myself as the front of my crotch began to get warm. The warmth quickly spread to my backside as I saturated the Goodnite. It than began to swell causing my shorts to have a slight bulge.
“Dinner will be ready soon” my mom said as she entered the room.
“Katie I need to check your diaper”
My sister nodded as she stood up and turned around. She seemed to be fixated upon my gym shorts.
Did she notice the Goodnite? I nervously thought. However, she soon turned back to the T.V. and continued watching.
“You are soaked sweety”
“Can I at least finish this episode” she replied.
“Sure but then your really need a change”
I probably need a change as well. I thought as my mom walked over to me.
“Meet me in the kitchen” she whispered into my ear.
I nodded and stood up with the soggy Goodnite clinging to my rear.
As I entered the kitchen she told me to turn around. I felt her tugging the waistband of my Goodnite back as the cool air rushed past my bum. Did I just get checked like my sister? I thought.
“You are wet Jack. Good thing you had your Goodnites on or the couch would have been ruined. You should change into a dry one when I go change your sister”
My cheeks burned red from the embarrassment and shame of the deed that I had done, as I turned back around.
“Don’t be embarrassed you didn’t do anything wrong. One more thing” she said as she reached into a shopping bag and pulled out a large orange, gray, and purple package. Comfidry 24/7?
“I was silly in thinking that a Goodnite would work for a twelve year old. They were designed for kids half your age. Unlike these, which were made for situations like yours”
“So are they just a bigger Goodnite?”
“Not exactly. I will explain more after dinner”
“Okay”
I wonder how these differ from Goodnites? I thought as I ventured upstairs to remove the sodden Goodnite and change into a nice dry one.
Dinner was uneventful and soon after my mom took my sister upstairs and put her to bed. I watched T.V. for a bit before my mom came into the room and sat down on the couch next to me.
“Jack, back to our conversation earlier. The new um… protection is not as easy to put on as a Goodnite. They are similar to what your sister wears in how they are put on”
It seems as though she is jumping around the point she wants to make.
“I will need to assist you in putting these on”
Wait what. While more time with mom is always great. This seems degrading.
“You don’t think I could manage on my own?”
“Not really dear and in order for them to work right they need to be put on properly”
I guess I can watch to see how it is done first.
“Okay”
“Great meet me upstairs in ten minutes” she replied as she got the package from the kitchen and went into her room.
I shortly followed her upstairs.
“Grab your Pjs from your room first”
“Okay” I replied as I went to my room to get a pair of pajama bottoms. I returned to see a towel in the middle of the floor with what looked like an oversized diaper next to it. It looks just like what my sister wears but bigger. She does seem to enjoy them.
“First, do you need to use the bathroom because you can’t put these back on after your remove them”
“No” I lied, I did sort of have to go but I wanted to try these out.
“Okay now can you strip down for me and lay down on the towel”
I complied and slid off my dry Goodnite and got onto the towel.
“Lift and spread your legs for me”
After doing so I felt a cold moist cloth and noticed she was wiping me down with a baby wipe. She then applied a cream of some sort.
“Raise your butt up a little for a second” she said as she slid the diaper under me.
“Good you can relax, I am almost done”
She then applied what smelled like baby powder and taped up my diaper snugly.
“All set”
I sat up feeling the thickness under my rear and attempted to straighten my legs. Crinkle, the thick padding as the bulk forced my legs to stay apart.
“You have handled this very well Jack, as such, I feel you deserve a treat so how about we go to the amusement park tomorrow?”
“That sounds awesome mom” I said cheerfully as I was forced to waddle back to my room. I could hear the quiet chuckles coming from my mom.
Well that was certainly a day. I thought as I closed my door.
“Cool, so what do you want to do John. The rain has kinda spoiled any outdoor activities”
“Ya it did. Let me see if there are any good games we can play together”
“Sounds fun”
We went to the T.V. room and got on the couch and started playing video games together.
After about an hour I wanted to ask him if he wore protection like me. So, I began chatting about school and such. Then I built up enough courage to ask him.
“Jack, do you know about my …umm… issue?”
“If you mean the protection thing. Then yes, I assume you know that I have a similar problem”
So, he does wear diapers.
“Sort of”
“Does it bother you?”
“What?”
“Having to wear diapers”
“It did at first, but I kinda grew to like them. They are convenient in some situations. How about you?”
“Same, but it never really bothered me. What do you find is the worst part? For me it is how they get so cold and clammy after a while”
“I also dislike that, but I find the smell and icky feeling of when you go number two to be my least favorite”
“You use them for both?”
Is that wrong? “I try not to but sometimes accidents happen”
“I don’t find it weird. I just have never experienced it myself”
He seems fairly open and accepting. Maybe he will understand about the other stuff, maybe…
“It is a very different experience. Thinking back on it, it was not that bad other than the smell”
Awkward silence ensued until,
“John, I noticed a bottle when I walked in here, do you also have a younger sibling”
What do I say? What do I do? Well I am kinda out of options. I can try telling him. He seems like he would be a person to understand this.
“Jack can I trust you?”
“Of course”
“This is a secret that you tell no one okay?”
“You can trust me”
“First off, I don’t have a sibling”
I might have if dad were still here. Things to ponder upon at a different time.
“Then why the bottle?”
I hope he understands.
“You know how diapers are kinda babyish”
“I suppose”
“You like them right?”
“Yes”
“Ever thought what other babyish would be like? Maybe you might even enjoy them too”
“The thought had not really crossed my mind”
“What if I told you that I enjoyed partaking in some of these things”
Please don’t be weirded out.
“That’s cool. I have not really tried anything like that before. Though I think I will pass”
Well at least he doesn’t mind.
“So, your okay with it?”
“I live with a two year old little sister, I definitely don’t mind”
“Thanks Jack”
“No problem”
“Lunch is ready guys. Do either of you need a change?” mom said as she walked into the room.
“I’m just a little wet mom” I replied as I felt a cold rush of air on my rear.
“How about you Jack?”
“Well, I … uh …” he replied as she checked his diaper.
“Wow you are soaked. Do you need my help to change?”
“So, I woke up late and was kinda in a rush and forgot to bring any spares”
“You look about John’s size. You could use one of his. If that is okay with you John”
“Of course. He also knows about the other stuff too now”
Speaking of which, I can grab my pacifier now.
“Excellent, follow me up to John’s room”
“I need to grab something from there anyway” I said as I walked upstairs to my room.
Soon Jack and mom followed.
“John, Jack probably wants some privacy for a minute. You understand right?”
“Yeah, I’m just grabbing this” I replied as I grabbed my pacifier and left the room.
After about five minutes I heard my mom saying “John you can come in now”
I noticed Jack without any shorts.
“They don’t fit. I had a similar problem”
“John would you mind losing the shorts to make Jack not feel so alone”
“Sure” I replied as I took off my shorts revealing a damp diaper.
Maybe he is just like me?
“Now that that is out of the way, how about some lunch guys?”
“Cool, so what do you want to do John. The rain has kinda spoiled any outdoor activities”
“Ya it did. Let me see if there are any good games we can play together”
“Sounds fun”
We walked through the kitchen to what I presume would be the T.V. room when I spotted something strange. Is that a bottle in the sink? Does he have a younger sibling as well? I will ask him later.
He took me to his T.V. and handed me a controller. I sat down on the couch and noticed the crinkle from when he sat down.
We played games for about an hour during which I had carelessly soaked my Goodnite.
We then began to chat about school and such.
“Jack, do you know about my …umm… issue?”
“If you mean the protection thing. Then yes, I assume you know that I have a similar problem”
“Sort of”
Wanting to delve deeper and being excited that I finally had someone to talked to about this, I asked “Does it bother you?”
“What?”
“Having to wear diapers”
“It did at first, but I kinda grew to like them. They are convenient in some situations. How about you?”
“Same, but it never really bothered me. What do you find is the worst part? For me it is how they get so cold and clammy after a while”
“I also dislike that, but I find the smell and icky feeling of when you go number two to be my least favorite”
He messes in them as well? Just like my sister.
“You use them for both?”
“I try not to but sometimes accidents happen” he replied as he blushed.
Ick, well something that I will never do. Though I should probably change the subject is seems as if this is a bit much for him.
“I don’t find it weird. I just have never experienced it myself” I replied trying to comfort him. Which seems to have worked.
“It is a very different experience. Thinking back on it, it was not that bad other than the smell”
Well I can’t really knock it until I have tried it technically. But, still that is a big no. I should probably change the subject. My eyes darted around looking for something to talk about. I peered out the window into the rain and made out a sandbox. Maybe he has siblings?
“John, I noticed a bottle when I walked in here, do you also have a younger sibling”
Maybe he was also jealous of his mom spending so much time with his younger sibling.
John just sat there looking frightened until eventually he asked,
“Jack can I trust you?”
All I did was ask if he had a sibling?
“Of course”
“This is a secret that you tell no one okay?”
Something other than the diapers?
“You can trust me”
“First off, I don’t have a sibling”
“Then why the bottle?”
“You know how diapers are kinda babyish”
Where is he going with this?
“I suppose”
“You like them right?”
More than you know.
“Yes”
“Ever thought what other babyish would be like? Maybe you might even enjoy them too”
What. That seems… well… I mean my sister enjoys herself. The thought had crossed my mind before.
“The thought had not really crossed my mind” I lied
“What if I told you that I enjoyed partaking in some of these things”
I guess that explains the bottle.
“That’s cool. I have not really tried anything like that before. Though I think I will pass”
“So, your okay with it?”
“I live with a two year old little sister, I definitely don’t mind”
“Thanks Jack”
“No problem”
Wait what else other than the bottle does he partake in?
“Lunch is ready guys. Do either of you need a change?” John’s mom said as she walked into the room.
Well I do but I don’t think that is possible without a spare.
“I’m just a little wet mom” John replied as she pulled back his shorts and the waistband of the diaper.
“How about you Jack” she said as she walked toward me.
“Well, I … uh …” I replied as I felt her put her finger into the waistband of my Goodnite.
“Wow you are soaked. Do you need my help to change?”
“So, I woke up late and was kinda in a rush and forgot to bring any spares”
“You look about John’s size. You could use one of his. If that is okay with you John”
“Of course. He also knows about the other stuff too now”
“Excellent, follow me up to John’s room”
“I need to grab something from there anyway” John said as he excitedly went upstairs.
So, this is happening. Uh… I don’t know about this.
“That’s okay, I should be able to change myself”
“It’s fine. I change John’s all the time. At least yours are only wet” she said with a chuckle as I followed her upstairs.She opened the door and I was shocked, it looked like my sister’s room but everything was bigger.
“John, Jack probably wants some privacy for a minute. You understand right?”
“Yeah, I’m just grabbing this” he said as he grabbed what looked like an oversized pacifier and left the room. This must be a dream or something. This doesn’t make sense. I mean I know he said he liked baby stuff. But…
“Strip for me Jack”
I was still lost in thought and did not really hear what she said when she put her hand on my shoulder and said, “I guess your mom never mentioned this”
I shook my head.
“It is a lot to take in. It is different and maybe even a bit weird, but, is that so bad?” she said as she helped me get my clothes off and listed me up onto the changing table.
“John is happier now than he has ever been and to be honest I have enjoyed taking care of him” she continued as she removed the wet Goodnite.
“It fills my heart with joy seeing him running around so care free and happy”
I wonder if my mom would think the same thing.
“Is it wrong for my baby boy to not want to grow up just yet?” she said as she taped up the diaper.
“Sorry, I am ranting”
That just happened… Okay, random rant. I mean she does have a point it is not all that bad.
“I get not wanting to grow up. I enjoy wearing my Goodnites. It gives me a sense of security and comfort” I said as I hopped down off the table and struggled to get my balance due to having my legs spread so far apart from the bulk of the diapers.
“That’s wonderful to hear”
Realizing that I had probably said to much I replied, “Please don’t tell my mom about how I enjoy wearing Goodnites”
“Your secret is safe with me Jack” she said as she gave my rear a pat as I struggled to get my shorts on over the added bulk.
“Having a problem there? You can just wear the T-Shirt, I am sure John would join you. It would make my life easier and you both would look very cute”
After failing one more time I said, “As long as no one sees us. I guess that would be fine”
“John you can come in now”
He came in and took one look at me and said, “They don’t fit. I had a similar problem”
“John would you mind losing the shorts to make Jack not feel so alone”
“Sure” he replied as he took off his shorts revealing a damp diaper.
Well this just got a lot more awkward. Or maybe less awkward. I am unsure. Actually, I am unsure about a lot of things right now.
“Now that that is out of the way, how about some lunch guys?”
Maybe a nice meal will give me time to piece things together.
Susan made her way into Jody’s bedroom about a hour later. Jody was stretched out with her arms over her head. Susan slowly pulled the covers down, off of Jody. She gently placed her hand on Jody’s pull-up. Soaked. Susan grinned and placed her hand on Jody’s shoulder. “Honey, it’s time to wake up.”
Jody moved a little but never opened her eyes. Susan placed her hands under Jody’s arms and picked her up. Sitting her on her hip. Jody still did not open her eyes. She was still very much asleep. Susan held Jody for a few minutes, bouncing her up and down on her hip. Jody was not going to wake up, anytime soon. Susan decided that she would be the one to get Jody into her cute diapers. Why should Kim get all the fun. Susan carried Jody over to the change table and gently laid her down. Jody made a couple little noises but never didn’t open her eyes. Susan walked over to the closest and pulled out one of the diapers from Rearz. Cute little animals decorated the diaper. Before making her way back over to Jody, Susan popped her head out of the bedroom. “Kim, come in here.” she said,
Kim heard Susan and walked quickly towards the bedroom. “What is it? Everything okay?”
Susan stood holding the diaper. She waved it in the air. “I think this would be a good time to get her into this. Her pull-up is soaked and she is still out.”
Kim walked up to Susan. “You think so? What will she do when she comes around and she is wearing that?”
“I’m not sure, but let’s find out.” Susan said, then walked back over to Jody.
Kim followed. “Okay. I’m good with it. I think she will look adorable in that.”
Susan set the diaper down on the table and then slowly tore the sides of Jody’s pull-up. Taking Jody by the ankles, she lifted her bum up off the table. Susan pulled the soaked pull-up out from under her. Susan kept Jody’s legs and bum up and Kim grabbed the diaper. Kim unfolded the diaper and handed it to Susan. Susan slide the diaper under Jody and then let her legs back down. Jody still didn’t move and her breathing was deep. Susan pulled the thick diaper up between Jody’s legs and placed the four tapes on the front. Susan and Kim stood and looked down at little Jody with her animal print diaper on. At the same time they reached out their hands and placed them in each others.
“Oh my goodness. Is that not the most adorable thing you have seen?” Susan quietly said.
Kim turned and kissed Susan. “It is. Thank you Susan. I’m so happy to finally have a little girl.”
Susan and Kim kissed again. “Me too. It’s been a long time coming, but we finally have her.”
As the two stood looking down, Kim had a thought. “Would it be better just to but her back in bed? When she wakes up, I can always say that she soaked her pull-up and that you we’re upset.” Kim asked.
“That’s why I love you so much. Alway’s thinking. So smart. Great idea.” Susan replied.
Kim picked Jody up and walked over to her bed. Jody made a few more little noises, but never came close to opening her eyes. Kim laid Jody on her bed and the two women stood, not wanting to take their eyes off of her.
“Leave her covers off. We can watch from my phone.” Susan said, and then took Kim’s hand. They walked back out to the kitchen.
Susan turned her iPhone on and brought up the live video. Jody, sound asleep, wearing the cutest diaper. Her legs bowed out because the diaper was so thick and her arms at her side.
“Would you believe that she is 22? I mean if you didn’t know. How old would you think she was, if this was the first time seeing her?” Kim asked.
Susan let out a little chuckle. “I would say, six tops.” Susan picked up her iPhone and pushed the home button and lock button at the same time, talking a picture of the screen. “Let’s find out from somebody that has not seen her yet.” Susan put the picture in a text and typed, ‘How old do you think our new girl is?’
“Who did you send that to? Your sister?” Kim asked.
“Yes. Beth is excited for us. You know that. Let’s she want she thinks”
“I know she is. I talked to her the other day on the phone.”
Susan’s phone rang not long after. Susan put her phone on speaker. “Hello.”
“Hello, Susan. Four.”
Susan and Kim laughed. “Great guess Beth. Right on the button.” Susan said.
“Really, I thought you said you we’re getting a older girl.”
“Just kidding. She is actually 22, but I think four is a great age for her.”
“22? No way. Ann come here and look at this picture.” Beth said.
Kim and Susan could hear Beth talking to her daughter Ann. “Ann look at this picture. How old do you think this girl is?”
“I would say 3-4. Maybe 5. I’m not sure. Why?”
“This is Aunt Susan and Kim’s new girl.”
“Really. She’s a cutie. Congratulations Aunt Susan.”
Both Kim and Susan said, “Thanks Ann.” at the same time.
“So when can we come over and meet her?” Beth asked.
“I was thinking tonight, but the way things are going right now, it might be better to wait a few days.”
“Okay. Just let me know. I have to run Ann to soccer practice. Good luck with her. Talk to you later.”
Both women again at the same time said, “Okay, bye Beth.” and then Susan ended the call.
“I guess we don’t have to worry about people thinking that she is 22.” Kim said, with a smirk.
“I guess not. I didn’t think we would, when I first met her.”
Kim and Susan went back to the video of Jody sleeping. Jody was still very much out. She had not moved a inch.
“How long do we let her sleep?” Kim asked.
“Let’s give her another 15-20 minutes. If we let her sleep to long, she will not want to go to sleep tonight.”
Kim went into Jody’s bedroom and stood over her. Jody had not moved since they had put her in bed with her new adorable diaper on. Kim did not really want to wake her. She looked so cute and peaceful. After a few minutes, Kim placed her hand on Jody’s shoulder. “Honey, time to get up.”
Jody’s arms moved and her eyes slowly opened. Jody looked at Kim standing over her. She brought her hands up and rubbed her eyes. Jody felt Kim’s hands under her arms and before she knew it, she was sitting on Kim’s hip. She was still kind of tried and rested her head on Kim’s shoulder.
“That was a long nap.” Kim said, gently bouncing Jody on her hip.
It was the third bounce that Jody felt something odd around her waist. She picked her head off of Kim’s shoulder and looked down past Kim’s breast. Around her waist was a diaper with bright, colourful animals on it. She took her left hand and felt the plastic. In a squeaky voice, Jody said, “What is that?”
“Don’t worry about that honey. You had soaked your pull-up earlier and Dr. Wells insisted that I put you in something that would be better for you.”
“But, I don’t want to wear a diaper. Those pull-up things are bad enough.” Jody said, letting her head rest back onto Kim’s shoulder.
Kim gave Jody a few more bounces on her hip. “Do you want to go and use the big scary potty then?” Kim said, and made like she was going to walk out towards the bathroom.
“Nooo. But……I’m not a baby. I don’t need diapers!”
Kim turned back and walked towards the change table. She set Jody down so that her feet were hanging over the edge. Jody could really feel the bulk of the diaper now that she was sitting. Kim rested her hands on each side of Jody and bent down a little. “Jody I know that you’re not a baby. Babies are not the only ones that need to wear diapers. I know lots of girls and boys that need to wear them.”
Jody looked down at the yellow zebra that was right on the front of her diaper. She was trying to come up with something to say.
Kim carried on. “You wet the bed last night. You had a messy pull-up and you soaked your pull-up earlier. You wet your pants yesterday and I think you have wet your pants many, many times before. I’m I right?”
Everything Kim said was right. There was no denying it. She has wet her pants before. Yesterday was not the first. But diapers? She is 22, I shouldn’t be in diapers.
“Dr. Wells and I don’t mind that you’re in diapers honey. We think it is much better for you. You don’t want to use that big scary potty, right?”
Thought’s of the big potty came into Jody’s mind. She had never been so scared of something in her life. “No. But…”
“No buts honey. If you can’t use the potty then aren’t diapers the best thing for you?”
Jody had no response. She knew the answer but couldn’t say it.
Kim picked Jody up off the table and stood her on her feet. The thickness of the diaper between her legs made them bow out a little. The pull-up was nothing like this. Kim took her by the hand and started to walk. Jody’s first steep was a little awkward. Her second was not much better, but by the third and forth she found a way. She could hear her diaper crinkle with every step she took. More concerned with walking with the bulky diaper between her legs the thought of walking around with nothing covering it, never crossed her mind.
Susan could hardly wait for Jody to come out from her bedroom. When she did, Susan could not help but smile wide. Jody’s awkward walk and the cute animals plastered all over her diaper, made Jody look like a tall toddler. Susan waited for them to get close. “Did you have a good nap honey?”
Kim let go of Jody’s hand and Jody kept walking. It was more of a toddle then a walk at this point. Jody had came up with a new walk, to make it easier. With the thick padding between her legs she had to do something different. Jody got a few feet from Dr. Wells. Dr. Wells stuck out her hands and took a hold of Jody’s hands. Jody stood in front of Dr. Wells in nothing but her t-shirt and diaper.
Sarah and Miss Henry watched TV most of the afternoon. At 4:30 Sarah stood from the couch. “I guess i should go and pick up Taylor. It’s just a couple blocks away, so we should be back here no later then 5:30.”
“Would you like me to go with you dear?” Miss Henry asked.
“That’s okay Miss Henry. I can get her.” Sarah said, already walking towards the front door.
“Okay dear. Be careful. I will get to work on dinner.”
Sarah put her shoes on and opened the door. The air felt chilly so she opened the closet and took out a light jacket. Slipping the jacket on, she walked out, closing the door behind her.
Then ten minute or so walk to Becky’s house, Sarah’s mind was racing the whole way. She had a couple of things she needed to do, but they were not going to be easy. Sarah waited on the corner. She looked at her iPhone 4:55.
Sarah knocked on the Becky’s front door. She waited a few seconds, before Mrs. Durham opened the door.
“Hi Mrs Durham. I was just walking by and I figured I would stop to get Taylor.”
“Come in Sarah. They are just upstairs. I will go get her.”
Sarah stepped in the house and watched Mrs. Durham walk around the corner. A few minutes later Taylor came walking towards her. She had on a pair of tight, black yoga pants and a old t-shirt. She had no make-up on. Her hair looked like it had not been brushed for three days. It was a mess.
“What are you doing here?” Taylor huffed.
“I was just walking by and I thought maybe, I would walk the rest of the way home with you.”
“Why? Do you need my to hold your hand? I’m not ready to go yet.”
Just then Becky came up behind Taylor. Becky was about the same height as Sarah. She could see Sarah overtop of Taylor’s head. She smiled. “Hi Sarah. How are you?”
Sarah ignored Taylor and looked at Becky. “I’m good Becks. How about you?”
“I’m good.” Becky said, stepping beside Taylor. “Hum…. Taylor I guess my Mom wants me to go with her, so it might be best, if you headed home.”
Taylor looked up at Becky. “Oh Okay. I just need to get my things.” Taylor turned and walked around the corner. Both Sarah and Becky watched her go.
Sarah stepped in closer to Becky and in a soft voice said, “Thanks Becks. I will stop by sometime next week and maybe we can go out for lunch. I will text you.”
“Sounds good Sarah.”
“So did everything go okay last night?”
“I did not see it of course, but I’m pretty sure it was done.”
“Prefect. Thanks Becks. I know you don’t really like to hang with her.”
“$50 can make things easier.”
Both girls laughed. Then heard Taylor coming down the hall. Becky stepped aside so that Taylor could get by. Taylor set her bag down to put her shoes on. As soon as the bag hit the floor, Sarah bent down and picked it up. She slung it over her shoulder and pushed the front door open.
“See you later Becky.” Sarah said, holding the door open for Taylor.
“Okay, see you Sarah. Bye Taylor.”
“Bye.” Taylor said, looking at her bag that was over Sarah’s shoulder.
Sarah let the door close and walked down the walkway. Taylor took a couple quick steps to catch up to Sarah.
“I can take my bag.” Taylor said, reaching out to take it.
Sarah quickly turned so Taylor could not grab it. “It’s okay. I got it.” Sarah slowed down. She let Taylor walk a little bit in front of her. Sarah took her hand and rub the middle of Taylor’s back for just a second.
Taylor turned around. “What are you doing?”
“There was something on your shirt.” Sarah said, but really she just wanted to see if Taylor was wearing a bra. Luck would have it, she was not. It did not surprise Sarah in the least. Taylor did not have much in the way of breast yet, so she very seldom wore a bra.
“So did this lady show up?” Taylor asked.
“Yes she did. She seems very nice.”
“Great.”
“She made me lunch and everything. I think it will be great to have her around.”
“Well, she is here for you anyway.”
Sarah smiled knowing what was in store for little Taylor. “You think so? I think she might be here more for you then me.”
“Dream on Sarah. I’m eighteen. I’m not the one that needs a babysitter.”
“Okay. What ever you say!” Sarah started to walk a little faster. She knew Taylor would almost have to run to keep up with her. They reached the front door of the house. Sarah let Taylor enter first. Sarah closed the door behind her. She looked in the family room. Miss Henry was not there.
“You should go say Hi to the nanny.” Sarah said.
Taylor kicked off her shoes. “Sure, whatever.”
Sarah watched Taylor walk into the family room. With Taylor’s bag, Sarah made a bee line up the stairs. She ran into her bedroom and opened her closet door. Sarah dumped everything out of the bag and proceeded to re-pack it. She found Taylor’s cell phone and powered it down. Sarah slug the bag over her shoulder and ran down the stairs. She set the bag at the front door and walked into the family room. From there she could see into the kitchen.
Taylor walked into the family room and looked into the kitchen. She could see a women with her back turned to her. Taylor slowly walked into the kitchen. Miss Henry heard something and turned from the stove.
“Hello dear. You must be Taylor. ” Miss Henry said, walking over towards her. “My name is Miss Henry, but you can call me Nanny. How was your little sleepover?”
Taylor looked up and this very tall and large lady. She took a step back when she approached her. Taylor could not believe at how big this lady was. She has never felt so small. Even her Daddy, who was tall, did not make her feel this small. After starring for a few moments, Taylor finely said, “Uhmm Hi.”
Miss Henry bend down. “I asked how your sleepover went. Did you have fun?”
Taylor took another steep back. “It..It was okay, I guess. It was not really a sleepover. I was just hanging out with a friend.”
“That’s good dear.” Miss Henry reached around Taylor and placed her hand on Taylor’s bum.
Taylor jumped. “Hey.” she yelped.
Miss Henry stood back up and walked over to the stove. She turned two burners down and turned back, walking towards Taylor. “Dinner will be a bit yet. I think we should get you bathed before supper.” Miss Henry took a hold of Taylor’s hand.
Taylor looked down at Miss Henry’s hand, holding onto hers. “Uhmmm…I can get in the shower.”
“Nonsence dear. Come on, lets get you in the bath.”
Miss Henry started walking. Taylor had no choice but to start walking herself as she was being pulled.
“Hey. Stop it.” Taylor yelled out.
Miss Henry just kept walking into the family room. Sarah sat on the couch, watching Taylor being pulled along.
“I said, Stop it.” Taylor yelled again.
Miss Henry stopped walking, bent down and faced Taylor. “There will be no yelling, please.”
“But.. But I can take a shower. I don’t need a bath!”
Miss Henry smiled. “Okay. After your bath, we can turn the shower on for a few minutes.” Miss Henry said, hoping that would make Taylor feel more at ease.
“No. I don’t need a bath.”
“Yes you do sweetie. You are a little stinky. I’m sure you have not had a bath since yesterday.”
Taylor had not had a bath or shower since yesterday morning, but she could not figure out why this lady was taking her by the hand. Taylor put her free arm up in the air. “Listen lady. I don’t need you to take me for a bath. I’m eighteen. I’m a adult.”
Sarah grinned widely, sitting on the couch watching this all. She sat back waiting to see how Miss Henry was going to handle little Taylor.
Miss Henry slowly pulled Taylor over towards the chair. She sat down and pulled Taylor in close. “I understand dear, that you like to play pretend. Please be aware, that I will have nothing to do with any of this nonsense.”
Taylor was standing in between Miss Henry’s legs looking up just a little now, that she was sitting. She was confused at what she had just heard. It took a bit for her to respond. “Pretend. I don’t play pretend. I’m eighteen. I can prove it.”
Miss Henry let go of Taylor’s hand and placed her hand on her shoulder. “Okay dear, I’m going to let you prove it, but understand this, if you don’t, you are going right over my lap.”
Taylor face went flush when Miss Henry said, “Right over her lap.” She shook her head and then took a step back from Miss Henry. “I can prove it.”
“Okay dear. Your choice.”
Taylor took another steep away from Miss Henry, turned and ran out towards the front door. She picked up her bag and ran back into the family room. She set the bag down in front of Miss Henry.
Sarah smiled and let out a little laugh. Miss Henry looked at her. Sarah just shook her head and smiled. Miss Henry smiled back.
Miss Henry looked at Taylor and the bag in front of her. Taylor opened the top of the bag and without any hesitation she pulled out a plastic bag that was tied up. Taylor looked at it. “What is this?” she asked more to herself then anyone else.
Miss Henry took the bag from Taylor and un-tied it. Looking in, she saw clothes. “I think I know what these are.” She held up the bag. “Sarah could you please take these down to the washer. I will put them in later.”
Sarah stood and walked over taking the bag from Miss Henry. “Yes. I can do that.” Sarah looked down at Taylor and shook her head, then stepped back and stood at the end of the couch. She did not want to miss what else Taylor was going to find in her bag.
Taylor was confused as to what was happening. She leaned back down. All she had to do was get her wallet and she this lady her student ID card. She placed her hand in the bag and pulled out something pink. She held it up. It was a little purse, pink with Barbie’s picture on it. “This is not mine.” she yelled.
Miss Henry had had enough. She reached down and picked up the bag. Picking it up from the bottom, she dumped what was left in it, on the floor. Now lying on the floor were three pink pull-up training pants and a pair of pink PJ’s.
Taylor eyes went as wide as they possibly could. “What the hell.” She looked at the empty bag in Miss Henry’s hand. It was her bag, but how did this stuff get in there. “I don’t understand. That’s not my stuff.” She turned towards Sarah. As soon as Taylor looked at Sarah. Sarah turned and started walking away. Taylor screamed,”Sarah. Did you do this?”
Miss Henry set the bag down and with her foot moved the three pull-ups and PJs away. “I have seen enough.” she said, taking the stunned Taylor by the hand and pulling her in close to her. She looked up. “Sarah wait. Might as well take these down to the washer.” Miss Henry had Taylor in between her legs, she took a hold of the bottom of Taylor’s t-shirt and in one motion, she pulled it up over Taylor’s head. Sarah stopped walking, turned and went over towards them. She took the t-shirt from Miss Henry. Miss Henry grabbed a hold of each side of Taylor’s yoga pants, pulling them down to her ankles.
“Stop this! What the fuck are you doing?” Taylor screamed.
Sarah had to stop herself from busting out laughing. She had really done it. Taylor’s private parts were bare. She was as smooth as a newborn. She would have to take Becky out for lunch this week, for sure.
Miss Henry flipped Taylor up over her legs with ease. She brought her hand down on Taylor’s bare bum. Swat. Then another. SWAT. “LYING IS ONE THING. SWEARING IS SOMETHING THAT I WILL NOT TOLERATE.”
“Stop. You can’t do this. I’m eighteen.” Taylor yelled out. She then yelled out because of the stinging that she felt on her backside. “Noooo. Stop it.”
Miss Henry pulled Taylor’s pants all the way off and handed them to Sarah. Sarah took them. She did not even look at the pants, she couldn’t take her eyes off Taylor, laying across Miss Henry’s lap. Naked as a jay bird.
Sarah finely moved away, but her eyes never left Taylor. She backed up, all the way to the kitchen. She couldn’t stop smiling. ‘Daddy is not here to help you princess.’ she thought.
SWAT. SWAT. Miss Henry stopped at ten. Taylor had started crying after the forth spank. On the fifth spank her legs started kicking and the tears streamed down her face. Taylor was a mess after the tenth spank. She was crying uncontrollably. She could not remember the last time she had been spanked. Her bottom felt like it was on fire.
Miss Henry let Taylor lie across her lap for a few moments. She gently lowered Taylor’s legs down and stood her up. Taylor’s face was covered in tears. Taylor placed her hand on her butt and rubbed it.
“Now. I don’t like to spank, but if you start up with this again, then you will get twice as many.” Miss Henry said. She pulled Taylor in and hugged her. “It’s okay dear. Come, let’s get you in the bathtub.”
Miss Henry stood up. With one quick motion she hoisted Taylor up and placed her on her hip. Taylor let out a yelp, as Miss Henry placed her arm underneath Taylor’s very sore bottom. Naked, eighteen year old Taylor wrapped her legs around Miss Henry because she felt like she was going to fall. Her right arm quickly went up and around Miss Henry’s neck. Still crying and confused Taylor said nothing, as Miss Henry carried towards the stairs.
Sarah watched from the kitchen, as her step-sister sat on Miss Henry’s hip, naked with a very red bottom. Sarah held the bag with nothing more then some old clothes in it. She smiled looking at Taylor’s yoga pants. “Guess you wouldn’t be needing these for a while.” Sarah said, starting to walk towards the door leading down to the washer and dryer.
Okay, so you are in nothing but a T-Shirt and diaper. Maybe I took this plan a little to far. Though this is very comfy at least. Though walking is a bit of a pain.
I thought to myself as I waddled into the kitchen.
“So, what is for lunch mom?”
“I made hotdogs, I hope that is alright with you Jack”
“Yeah I like hotdogs”
“Awesome, thanks mom”
I looked back at John and noticed the blue lines forming on his diaper.
These are the same as the ones I have at home.
We soon sat down at the table. It was weird, they were wooden chairs but the diaper provided a cushion that made them very comfortable. I soon began to eat as I watched John devour his food. Making a mess of himself. I slowly at and pieced my thoughts together.
Okay, Jack, isn’t this what you wanted, a chance to relive life as a toddler? Is this what I wanted? Should I listen to John? He does seem happy. What would mom think? What would my friends think?!? I am starting to understand where John’s mom was coming from with that rant. I soon finished my plate and continued thinking about the events until my thoughts were interrupted by John.
“Hey Jack, let’s hang out in my room”
Well I would like the chance to look around it more.
“Sounds like a plan to me”
We soon toddled back up the stairs.
Well I guess it would be a good time to just talk about our experiences. I am very curious about how he discovered this or got like this.
I sat down near a fire truck and begun to talk.
“So, John, how did this all come to be”
“What do you mean?”
“How did you start wearing diapers?”
“Bedwetting” I lied.
“Same and then it just progressed”
“How did you get introduced to the baby stuff?”
He does not have a sibling.
“I am actually kind of unsure. It just sort of happened”
Odd. I am still sort of curious about the messy accident.
“So, this might seem odd, but I am curious”
“Yes”
“What is it like to poop in your diaper?”
Maybe that was a little to blunt.
“Umm… to start off there is the smell”
I know what that is like, my sister has a messy diaper every day. I should make this less awkward.
“Sorry, what I meant to say was, how did it happen”
“Which time, the first time?”
“You have done it more than once?”
“I woke up in a very full diaper this morning. It has become just like a wet diaper. As my mom said, diapers are meant for both”
“Anyway, so the first time was when I was at the zoo and we could not manage to find a bathroom. Then just plop, what feels like a warm, gooey, soft serve ice cream filled the rear of my diaper”
Gross. He didn’t have to be that descriptive.
“Enough about me, what about you”
“What about me”
“What do you think of all of this”
I am actually kinda unsure if I like it or not.
“The baby stuff, I think it’s fine. It might not really be my cup of tea”
Though it seems like he gets a lot more attention from his mom.
“Jack, your mom is on her way to pick you up”
That went by fast.
“I will be down shortly”
“Well looks like this is goodbye for now”
“Unfortunately, it is. How about I come back tomorrow?”
“That would be great”
I waddled out of the room, feeling pressure in my bladder building up.
I walked downstairs and was handed my shorts by John’s mom. Oh crap, I am not wearing any pants. Somehow that thought has slipped my mind. The door opened up, and in walked my mom.
“I knew we were forgetting something. Sorry about that Jack” my mom said as she noticed me current diapered state.
“Ya, it is convenient that they are the same size or we might have had to cut this visit short” John’s mom said looking at me.
“Thanks for inviting Jack over” my mom said as she looked at me.
“Yes, thank you for inviting me over”
“Don’t mention it, you are welcome anytime. It was great for John to have a friend who understands him and that he can relate to. You can even come back over tomorrow if you want. I am sure John would love that” John’s mom said.
“So, what do you say Jack, do you want to come over tomorrow?” my mom asked.
I don’t really have anything better to do and it is nice to have someone like me to hangout with.
“That sounds great”
“Excellent, then I will see you tomorrow Jack” John’s mom said as we left.
We sat down in the car and we tried to ignore the elephant in the room of the fact I had no pants on.
“So, Jack. What do you think of John?” my mom asked.
Uhhh… I am not really sure at the moment. I probably should not tell her about the pacifier and stuff.
“He’s cool”
“He is a bit different from you, but I take it you didn’t mind?” she asked.
Does she know about the baby stuff?
“Not at all. I thought it was kinda cool”
Maybe that was the wrong word choice. She is being to vague for me to confirm. Before I could finish the thought, we arrived at home.
“Your sister is taking a nap right now, so you should be fine. Just grab some sweat pants and throw them on”
“Shouldn’t I change into a Goodnite?”
“No point in wasting a slightly damp diaper” she replied.
Am I wet? I thought as I glanced down and sure enough saw a faint blue line. These must absorb very well in order for me to not feel it. Wait, why didn’t I notice having to pee?
“You coming in Jack?”
“Ya, I will be right in” I replied as got out of the car and went inside.
I went up to my room and opened up my laptop to write in my journal.
Today was interesting. I met John. He was different but not in a bad way. He liked baby stuff, which I might be interested in trying at some point. He also uses his diaper for everything now. Which I find kinda gross, but I can’t knock it until I have tried it I guess.
I saved and closed my laptop.
“Jack dinner is ready” my mom yelled up.
Oh right the sweatpants. I just hope my sister doesn’t notice. I mean she is a toddler, how perceptive could she be?
I attempted to walk downstairs waddling as little as I could and I sat down at the table. Lucky for me, my sister seemed to be very focused on her food to notice the crinkling coming from under my pants.
That is a relief. She wont notice. I thought as I relaxed, probably a bit to much as I felt a warmth spreading across the front of my diaper. What? I usually can control it… Maybe I have just gotten use to having a Goodnite or diaper on. Ya that must be it, if I didn’t have one on, I would be fine.
We finished eating and I went to watch T.V. as my mom got my sister ready for bed.
Nothing on as usual. I thought as I mindlessly flipped through the channels. Soon my mom came back downstairs and sat down next to me. She put her arm around me and asked “So when do you want to go to the amusement park?”
Right, almost forgot about that.
“The day after tomorrow?”
“Sounds like a plan. I will have to check my schedule first, but it should be fine”
“Cool” Life has been great since I have started this plan. I met John, and I get to go to the amusement park.
“How does that sound Katie?”
“Yay, park”
I guess it would be cool if she tagged along.
We soon finished up dinner and I headed upstairs and chilled in my room for a couple more hours. During which I soaked my diaper without really even thinking about it. I should be careful to not get to use to these.
“Hey Jack, ready to get into your night clothes”
“Yes” I knew the drill. I walked into her room and laid on the floor.
“Wow, you are soaked, even in this”
“Couldn’t really take it off easily” I lied.
“You can always come and ask. But it is okay, its not like it changed anything. It might have even saved a Goodnite or two” she replied as she finished changing me.
“I will take you over tomorrow morning. Remember to pack extra Goodnites”
“I will” I replied as I walked upstairs and got into bed.
Today was cool. I met someone like me, sort of. I wonder what tomorrow will have in store.
It is nice to know that there is someone like me out there.
“So, what is for lunch mom?”
“I made hotdogs, I hope that is alright with you Jack”
“Yeah I like hotdogs”
“Awesome, thanks mom”
I felt my diaper becoming heavier again as liquid sloshed around inside it.
I sat down at the table with a familiar squish and scarfed down the hot dogs.
I guess I was more hungry than I thought. Well, a lot did come out of me this morning.
I finished up and then had an idea. Maybe he will enjoy something else from my room. Like the toys.
“Hey Jack, let’s hang out in my room”
“Sounds like a plan to me”
We went up to my room and Jack sat down on the floor. I followed suit.
Maybe he wants to play with the fire truck?
“So, John, how did this all come to be”
“What do you mean?”
“How did you start wearing diapers?”
“Bedwetting”
“Same and then it just progressed”
Maybe Jack will be messing his diaper by the end of the week if he is anything like me.
“How did you get introduced to the baby stuff?”
That is a good question. I guess mom gave me the pacifier, and the bottle, and the highchair, and the crib, I think I am starting to see a pattern.
“I am actually kind of unsure. It just sort of happened”
“So, this might seem odd, but I am curious”
About?
“Yes”
“What is it like to poop in your diaper?”
Okay, that was a bit of an odd question. But, anything for someone who understands me.
“Sorry, what I meant to say was, how did it happen”
“Which time, the first time?”
“You have done it more than once?”
“I woke up in a very full diaper this morning. It has become just like a wet diaper. As my mom said, diapers are meant for both”
“Anyway, so the first time was when I was at the zoo and we could not manage to find a bathroom. Then just plop, what feels like a warm, gooey, soft serve ice cream filled the rear of my diaper”
“Enough about me, what about you”
“What about me”
“What do you think of all of this”
“The baby stuff, I think it’s fine. It might not really be my cup of tea”
He just has not had the experience of a nice pacifier yet. Maybe I will talk to my mom about that.
“Jack, your mom is on her way to pick you up”
Aw, just as I was making a friend.
“I will be down shortly”
“Well looks like this is goodbye for now”
“Unfortunately, it is. How about I come back tomorrow?”
“That would be great”
Jack left the room. At least now I can have this. I thought as I grabbed my pacifier.
I just sat there in an increasing soaked diaper until my mom came upstairs and into my room.
“Looks like you could use a change” she said as she lifted me up.
“So, what do you think of Jack?” she said as she removed my pacifier.
“Jack is awesome. He is just like me. I think he even might like some of the baby stuff”
“Really? What makes you say that”
“He was not really against it. I think he just hasn’t tried it. Maybe if he had something of his own”
“Like a pacifier? I think that was the first thing that you liked”
“Ya”
“I might have a spare one around here. I will give it to you to give to him if he wants it”
“Thanks mom”
“No problem baby” she said as she put me down.
We ate a large dinner together and soon it was time for bed.
I went upstairs climbed into my crib with my pacifier as my mom came to raise the side of the crib and tuck me in. Though I just stared up at the ceiling and thought, if someone like Jack exists, there are probably more people like me. I guess I am not that weird if there are other people like me. Speaking of people, it was really nice to have Jack here. I am excited for him to come over tomorrow and I hope he likes his surprise. I thought as I drifted off into a deep slumber.
“You’re not sleeping already, are you?” Kim said, as she set the diaper and baby powder down.
Jody opened her eyes. She was of course, not sleeping. Jody was trying to find a way to tell Kim she didn’t need a diaper, but her thoughts always came back to the big, scary potty. “No. Not sleeping.”
“That’s good. I wouldn’t want you to miss out on your ice cream.” Kim said, as she puled the towel away from her. Kim picked up the diaper and slowly unfolded it. “Are you ready for a nice dry comfortable diaper?”
Jody looked at the diaper being unfolded. In the back of her mind she knew she should be saying ‘NO’. She should be screaming ‘NO’ for that matter, but she couldn’t.
Kim held the diaper out. “You’re not thinking of using that scary potty, are you?”
Instead of screaming ‘NO’ to the diaper, she screamed “NOOO” to using the potty.
Kim smiled. “I didn’t think so. It’s much better to have a nice comfortable diaper on your little bum, right? Something you should have been wearing all a long. Isn’t that right?”
Jody’s thoughts jumbled. A memory came to her from working in the factory. She had soaked her pants before she could get to the bathroom, not all that long ago. She had to change without anyone noticing. Which was, very hard to pull off. She has always had a feeling that the one girl noticed, but she never said a word about it. Which, Jody was grateful for. Jody’s mind finally gave in. She didn’t want to think about that big, scary potty any longer or wet pants for that matter. She hated the amount of fear and stress that came over her, when she thought about it. She wanted that gone. Jody lifted her head up, off the change table. “Yes. I think maybe I should have been.”
Kim was not ready for that answer. It took her a little by surprise. She was delighted to hear it, but was not excepting it at all. She hesitated for a few seconds before getting right at diapering her little girl. Kim took Jody by the ankles and lifted her bum up off the table. “You just let Mommy and Mama look after you. Okay?” Kim said, as she slid the diaper under Jody. Kim took the baby powder and sprinkled it on Jody’s privates and bottom. “This will make sure you stay nice and comfy all night.” Kim cooed.
Jody smelt the baby powder has soon as Kim opened the bottle. She had not smelt baby powder for a very long time. She couldn’t remember the last time she might have. As Kim rubbed the powder around her bum, Jody found it soothing. Jody even let out a little giggle as Kim gently bushed across her private parts.
Kim looked down at Jody when she giggled. Taking the hand with powder on it she began to tickle Jody’s ribs. “Are you ticklish baby?”
Jody giggled more and more as Kim kept at it. “Yes. Stop.” Jody said, now laughing uncontrollably.
Kim was having fun and soon Jody had baby powder all over her stomach. Jody would be smelling like a baby for the rest of the night, maybe longer. Kim laughed along as Jody laughed louder and tried to roll, to get away. “I think my baby girl is very ticklish. Isn’t she.”
“Yes. Stop. Stop.” Jody pleaded.
“Do you want Mommy to stop tickling you?”
“Yes. Stop it Mommy.” Jody said, without thinking she had just called Kim, Mommy.
Kim finally stopped tickling and quickly, as Jody was still laughing, pulled the diaper up between Jody’s legs and fastened it tightly around her waist. Kim gave another tickle and then picked Jody up off the change table. Jody was almost in tears when Kim hoisted her up, sitting her on her hip.
Kim held out her hand and made like she was going to tickle once again. “Is the tickle monster done?” Kim said, as she moved her hand back and forth.
“Yes. No more.”
“I don’t think so.” Kim gently tickled Jody as she walked her out of the bedroom.
Jody was laughing and telling Kim to “Stop”, but Kim kept going until they were out in the kitchen.
“Someone is a happy girl.” Susan said.
“We have a little girl, who is very ticklish.”
“Is that right. Let me see.” Susan said, holding out her arms.
Kim placed laughing Jody into Susan’s arms. She then turned and walked back into Jody’s bedroom.
Susan set Jody on her hip and began to tickle Jody in the same fashion Kim had been.
“Stop. Please stop.” Jody got out amongst her laughter.
Susan let her hand down and bounced Jody on her hip. Jody was just giggling now. “I love to see you laugh and smile honey.”
Jody giggled a couple more times. She was worn out form all the laughing she had done. Jody rested her head on Susan’s shoulder as she was bounced.
Susan walked around, gently bouncing Jody on her hip. Jody wearing only her diaper and smelling of baby powder, Susan grinned and never wanted it to stop.
Kim returned with pyjamas in hand. The pj’s were one piece. Shorts and short sleeves that have a zipper running up the front. “Let’s get you in these before you get cold.” Kim said, holding them up.
Susan didn’t want to let go of Jody. She was very much enjoying holding her diapered little girl. Susan bend down letting Jody’s feet hit the floor. Susan watched as Jody toddled over to Kim. Her diapered bum swaying back and forth.
Kim held out the one piece garment. Jody carefully picked up her left foot and Kim placed her foot in. Then her right foot. Kim pulled the pj’s up and feed Jody’s arms through. As Kim pulled up the zipper on the front, the pyjamas tightened around Jody’s thickly diapered bum.
“Ice cream?” Kim asked.
Jody looked up at Kim. “Yes please.”
Kim picked Jody up and placed her in her chair. Susan went and got a bowl and filled it with ice cream. She also got a half a glass of chocolate milk. Kim retrieved Jody’s bib and placed around Jody’s neck.
Jody on her knees took her spoon and started in on the bowl of ice cream. Kim and Susan watched there diapered little girl with glee.
Jody finished her ice cream and her chocolate milk. Susan knew that the chocolate milk would have Jody getting sleepy in a short amount of time. Kim used a wash cloth on Jody’s hands and face. She removed the bib and held it up.
“Good job sweetie. Did you enjoy your ice cream?”
“It was good.” Jody replied.
Kim set the bib down and picked Jody up, setting her on her hip. “A little TV before bed?”
Jody rested her head on Kim’s shoulder and let Kim carry her out to the living room.
Kim left Jody on her lap and reached out for the remote. She started Dora from the beginning. Jody moved around a little and finally got comfortable. Kim started patting Jody’s diapered bum and before the first episode finished, Jody was sound asleep. Kim waited for the second episode to finish before taking her little girl into the bedroom and placing her in her bed. Jody never moved or made a sound.
There was no way I could get another diaper and onesie on in the few seconds I had until somebody would be up in my room. I ran over to my wooden dresser and smashed the watch against it. I hurt my wrist and winced. The alarm was unscathed.
I heard Mom yelling over the alarm as she opened my bedroom door. “Come on Chris let’s go potty!” I was a deer in headlights as Mom laid eyes on my naked body. I’d never seen Mom so angry looking in her life. “JACK! JACK! Get up here!”
I knew I had really fucked up. Leaving the house for good actually looked like my best option. I was ready to run out of the house naked, with blaring alarm and all if I had to. Anything was better than facing my impending doom. I grabbed my backpack with my change of clothes and darted past Mom. I rounded the corner of the hallway to the stairs when I saw Dad at the bottom. He started charging upstairs like a bellowing bull, yelling at me to “Get over here!”
‘Shit! I should’ve just went for the window.’ I did a 180 and ran like absolute hell. I would not be caught this time. I made it into my room and was halfway to the window when I tripped and went clattering to the ground. In an instant the pounding of Dad’s footsteps was on me. He pinned me down and I knew I was done for.
I started kicking and screaming. “Let me go! Please just let me go! I’m leaving and never coming back!”
“Hold him there Jack. I’m going to get the wooden spoon.”
I started blubbering, “Please no! Not the wooden spoon!” The only time Mom had ever used the wooden spoon on me I was like five. I had called one of Mom’s friends dumb and ugly, right to the lady’s face. From that day forward, I never called anyone dumb or ugly again. I also didn’t sit right for about a week. After that the wooden spoon was always a threat, but something they never actually followed through on, like most of their other punishments.
I was absolutely terror stricken at the thought of enduring the wooden spoon again. I still remembered the pain vividly. The more I fought against Dad the tighter his control over my body became. He yelled at me to knock it off. The alarm seemed like it was shrilling even louder. It felt as if any second the whole world would explode around me and disintegrate among the chaos.
Mom burst back into my room and ripped the comforter off of my mattress. She grabbed my stained pad from underneath, sat down and placed it on her lap. As Dad hoisted me into the air I saw Victoria standing in the doorway watching. Dad dropped me over Mom’s knee and kept his hand on my back pushing me down. I screamed out, “Why are you doing this to me?! I’ll just leave and never come back! Pleaseeee!” I jumped up as the first blistering whack landed on my backside.
Mom said, “Oh yeah? Where are you going to live? You don’t have a job! You don’t have any money! What are you going to live on the streets?!”
“I’ll go live with Marie! At least they’ll treat me like an adult!” I was writhing as another whack stung my backside.
“Oh yeah? What the hell makes you think they’ll put up with your wetting over there? Don’t think Mrs. Morris hasn’t complained to me about cleaning up after you.” Mom let another crack land on my rear end.
I was hysterical and fighting to get free. “I hate you guys! Just let me go! You can’t do this to me. I’m not a baby!”
“Well you sure act like one.” The wooden spoon struck me again. “You haven’t done anything to grow up. I’ve tried setting you up with a job, I’ve tried getting you into driving classes, and you talk about college, but you still haven’t even applied yet! You’ve made it perfectly clear you’re not ready to grow up. You’re not ready to go out into the real world Christopher.”
Mom went into a tizzy. She unleashed a fury of unrelenting cracks on my rear end. I tried putting my hands in the way, but the wooden spoon landing on them only stung more. “And how dare you destroy something that we’ve paid for. You’ve already destroyed enough furniture around this house. I can’t believe you cut your onesie and panties up. I have so had it with you!” The whacks burying into me became more and more painful, they were burning white hot. I expected the spoon to splinter into a million pieces. I was completely blubbering when I felt the pad under me get warm and wet. I hadn’t even realized I was peeing. I tried getting up from my puddle, but was kept pinned down as the spoon kept coming.
Eventually Mom finished and she turned the alarm off form her phone. She then told Dad to pick me up. Dad picked me up and held onto me as Mom grabbed the damp pad from her lap. I was still sniffling and rubbing my blistered rear end when she held the pad with the wet spot right in front of my face. She said disgustedly, “But oh no, you don’t need to be potty trained right? Some grown up you are.” Her words stung me almost as much as my ass. I wanted to die knowing Victoria was watching everything. “Chris this is all for your own good. You aren’t ready to move out and it would be irresponsible of us as parents to set you up for that failure. You’ll thank us someday.” Mom told Dad to keep holding me as she got my diapers ready again and she told Victoria, “Shows over.”
I was absolutely devastated by what just happened. My ass only stung even more as Mom had me sit down on my diaper. I knew from experience the feeling would be staying with me for some time. Mom put the replacement sensor on me and then pinned me back into my double diapers.
After that spanking I only wanted to run away even more. I knew the only place I would have to stay was Marie’s. I knew that despite what Mom said, Mrs. Morris would be more than happy to have me. But with this humongous diaper on my waist, running away to Marie’s was my last choice. I would not sabotage my chances with her.
I knew my parents could not force me to stay if I was eighteen. It was illegal. I half thought about calling 911 if I couldn’t figure a way out of this.
Dad let go of his grip on me and Mom had me stand up and get my onesie on. She grabbed my clothes off the floor. “I don’t know how we missed these.” She turned to my Dad. “So what do we do with him now? What’s to stop him from trying the same thing again?”
Dad suggested they call Emily.
Mom shot down the idea, “No it’s almost eight o’clock. She has to be here at seven in the morning. I wouldn’t feel right.”
Then I heard that obnoxious brat from the hallway, “Lock him in the bathroom!”
“Shut the fuck up Victoria!” She was always trying to make things worse for me.
Mom swatted my rear end, which actually hurt, despite all of the padding. “Knock it off with the language. And you know what? That is not a bad idea. Thank you Victoria. Jack get downstairs and take anything sharp at all out of the bathroom.”
I pleaded with Mom to just leave me alone.
“Chris, you have nobody to blame but yourself for all of this. Now grab your pillow and let’s get you downstairs for bed.”
“No. It’s only eight. I’m not going to bed right now.”
She grabbed my pillow and then grabbed my hand and started pulling. “Oh yes you are mister. You were the one who wanted to go to bed so early tonight. Well now you got what you wanted. Are you really going to put up another fight? I don’t think you want more of the wooden spoon.” Normally this would not have stopped me, but now the threat did not seem so empty.
We got into the bathroom and Mom told me I was to stay in the tub with the shower curtains closed all night, in case someone needed to use the bathroom.
I got in the tub and I could feel my onesie get wet with residual moisture. It was so cramped and tight. I put my pillow behind my head and the shower curtains closed on one side of me. Mom shut the light off and closed the door behind her.
I sat there in claustrophobic darkness with my ass still stinging. I thought about Marie and realized she would have no clue what was going on. I didn’t bring my phone down with me. I went over to the bathroom door and called to Mom asking for my phone. I tried yelling through the door for a while and still got no response. I fiddled with the door knob, but it was locked. I felt so isolated and trapped. I wasn’t sure if they had gone out without me, if something happened, or if I was just being ignored.
I gave up and sat back in the tub and closed the shower curtain around me. I was not at all tired yet. I truly felt like I was languishing in purgatory. I wondered what was happening on “Werezoms” and how frantically Marie would be trying to call me. I was afraid she would show up at the house. I thought how if only I had Marie come over, instead of trying my stunt, I could be hanging out with her watching “Werezoms”, rather than sitting in the dark, in a tub.
I started thinking about what would actually happen if Marie saw me in my diapers. ‘Maybe I’m being unrealistic about this whole thing. Marie’s never batted an eyelash even when I’ve had accidents right in front of her. She’s even helped me clean up. Maybe she wouldn’t even make a big deal out of it. I guess I really am making things harder on myself.’
I swayed away from those feelings. I was only feeling regretful because I was stuck sitting in a tub instead of being with Marie. But it was not my fault I was here, it was completely my parents.
I woke up from a quasi–sleep to the alarm echoing throughout the bathroom. I had wet my diaper. I waited for someone to come down and shut off the alarm. When nobody came I got nervous. ‘Did something happen to everyone?’ I was about ready to try smashing that alarm again when the door creaked opened and the light popped on. My alarm shut off. “Good morning sweetheart.”
It was Mom. I was actually very relieved to see her. She opened the shower curtains and had me try to pee in the toilet. She commented, “I’m surprised you stayed dry so long.”
I ignored her comment and asked what time it was. It was almost six. I had almost stayed dry all night.
Mom pinned my wet diaper back into place, put the plastic pants back on, and took my onesie off. She said, “Okay sweetness, I have to get in the shower now anyway, so go wait for your father in the kitchen. He’ll be down any second.”
I walked into the kitchen and softly sat down at the table. Dad was already in there getting a pot of coffee going. He said good morning to me and I grumbled it back to him. Everything was mostly silent except for the coffee pot gurgling. Dad grabbed a coffee mug from one of the drawers, went to the fridge and got some milk and poured his coffee. He sat at the table and took a big sip. After he swallowed he looked over at me. He said, “You’d better start behaving yourself. I am not happy about last night. And you know, the more you fight with your mother, the more she is going to fight back.” He paused, “Don’t tell her I said this, but I agree some parts of this program are unfair and maybe we can work on that. But you pulling stunts like you did last night is not going to get you anywhere.”
I whined, “But why do I even have to do this program?”
“Chris, your mother has had it with dealing with your accidents. And I’m sorry, but I really can’t say I completely disagree. Listen to me, if you start behaving yourself, I’ll try to talk to your mother about maybe eliminating certain parts. But we’re not backing down about you finishing this program.” He paused and looked away from me, speaking quieter this time, “Besides, don’t you ever want to stop wetting? You’re eighteen now.”
I hung my head. I couldn’t help but feel as if I was a failure to Dad. What father wants to admit their adult son still has a wetting problem?
When it was just me and Dad alone, he was actually very level headed. I found it impossible to argue with him when he was like this. Except now it came more from a place of respect than fear. I wished he could be like this all of the time instead of having to appear the dominant alpha male in front of everyone else. I also wished Mom didn’t have him on a leash with a choker collar as her attack dog.
I told Dad I would start behaving and asked if I could go upstairs. I wanted to get to my phone to text Marie. He told me to wait with him and we sat in silence as Dad read the paper and Mom was getting ready for work.
The second the clock hit seven came a knock at the door. I knew it was that dreaded woman here to babysit me. Well not babysit really, that’s a poor choice of words. More like she was here to adultsit me.
Dad opened up the door for Emily and said hi to her. She rang out “Good morning!” so pleasant and cheerful as if she was the sun herself, rising above the horizon. Mom came clacking down the stairs in her heels and tried to match Emily in her enthusiasm when she said good morning back.
Emily waved to me and I blushed. “Hi there Chris. Were you a good boy for me this weekend like I asked?”
I remained silent and Mom spoke up, “Not at all. We had a bit of an incident last night.” Emily gave me a reproachful look as Mom continued, “Chris here, decided to take a scissor to his onesie, panties and sensor last night. We caught him naked before he was about to change into a pair of clothes and sneak out.”
Emily looked over at me and made a “tsk, tsk, tsk” noise as she shook her head. She asked why she hadn’t been called and Mom said it had been too late at night.
Emily waved her hand with a flick of her wrist. “Don’t be silly! I am here for you anytime that you could possibly need. If ever in doubt, I would rather you call me. Honestly. May I ask how you did handle the situation then?”
Mom explained how I was given the wooden spoon and locked in the bathroom for the night.
Emily gave a small golf clap and nodded her head to my Mom. “Well good, I am glad to see you are getting more comfortable with discipline. It is never too late. But now, about the clothes. I thought we discussed it was best that clothes not be made accessible to Chris.”
Mom replied, “Yes we did. Somehow a pair of clothes slipped past our radar, they were left in his old backpack.”
Emily placed her palm on the side of her temple and shook her head. She sounded disappointed in herself. “That’s my fault. It is not at all uncommon for children in our program to keep a change of clothes in a bag. I am terribly sorry. I really should have reminded you to check for that.”
Mom assured her it was fine and that it wasn’t her fault, only I was to blame.
Emily continued, “No I don’t think that’s completely accurate. You cannot completely blame the child if they do not know any better. And from what you tell me, Chris has not received a lot of discipline in his life. Sometimes children do not realize the full consequences of misbehaving until it has been firmly taught to them. And in We Potty, we provide those lessons, because mature and appropriate behavior is another cornerstone of successful potty training.”
I was sick of hearing about the “cornerstones” of potty training. I found everything about her so fake and calculated. I wondered why a lady like her ended up here instead of being a politician. I wanted to make some sarcastic comment about how many cornerstones could a building possibly have, but I kept my mouth shut.
“Well I’ll tell you what. This isn’t the first time we have dealt with this exact behavior. Even a five year old has the sense to use a scissor to cut something off. I have exactly the things we’ll need to deal with this out in the van. I will be right back.”
I wondered what types of “things” she would be coming back with. I had a feeling I didn’t want to know what they were, but knew I would be soon finding out either way.
The rain lashed against the window of the car as we sped up the motorway, it seemed today the weathers mood reflected that of the occupants. The silence was the worst part, we had been driving for over an hour and yet the only words spoken were short observations made by my parents in the front. Next to me sat my younger sister, earphones in listening to music while staring blankly out of the window.
At 15 she normally really got on my nerves but today however we were in this together, both waiting with worried trepidation about what our fate would be for the next 2 months. Today was in fact the first day of our summer holiday yet instead of enjoying our freedom with friends we were on route to the massive exhibition centre outside the city.
The show we were visiting was called ‘The Teenager Improvement & Correction Show’, not long ago this strange title would have seem like a joke but in just a few years they had become all the rage. These shows had started, fuelled as parents becoming increasingly frustrated with the lack of self-control, respect and responsibility teenagers were showing along with teenage pregnancy, drug abuse and under 21 crime reaching all-time highs. These huge social issues had led to shows that would have once been condemned as inappropriate or even child-abuse to be deemed necessary and in a lot of cases actively encouraged. After all on paper they seemed to be incredibly affective. This however didn’t bring any hope to my heart.
I had read about these shows in the paper but I never really paid attention, always thinking my parents would never take me to one. However I was most definitely wrong, as was my sister when she found out she would be joining me. People I knew at school had attended these in past summers and when they did you wouldn’t hear from them until school resumed in September. Even when they did return never was their summer talked about and it was always a ‘no go’ topic.
It was this dread of not knowing what to expect that was already worse than any punishment I had received before. The good or bad news however was that we were nearly there and I guessed we only had about 15 minutes left on the road. You are probably wondering what drove my parents to bringing us both here? Well in my case I was stupid and got caught red handed; the cannabis was in the paper ready to be rolled when in walks my mother. I thought she was out shopping but this assumption proved to be a big mistake. My parents hate drugs so as you can imagine she went mental. My sister on the other hand had built up her cause for punishment over a much longer period; generally back talking, coming home late, swearing at my parents, etc…
It’s probably time I tell you a bit about myself. To get started I’m 18 and stand at about 5,8” which compared to the other girls in my class is pretty tall. Like my sister we are both slim and generally considered to be good looking. While looking similar, my brown hair came down to just below my shoulders whereas she wore her blond hair up in a scrunchy. Chapter 2
“Right girls” my mother said aloud, awaking both me and my sister from our thoughts.
As we both looked up and my sister removed her earphones she continued, “You both know why me and your father have decided to bring you here, you both let us down badly. Now I’m going to set down two simple rules even before we get started. Firstly you have no choice is what improvement system we chose for you and any arguments will just result in your punishment being worsened. Secondly I want you both to be on your best behaviour, we will not put up with any swearing, running away or any such like. Understand?”
“Yes Mum” I replied
“Good Hannah, what about you Lucy?”
“Yes, but do…” she started before being interrupted “No buts young lady, that’s final”
It was then that our car turned into the gravel car park and we slowed into a space near the back.
“It’s busier than I imagined” my dad blurted out aloud
“First day of the holidays, I’m sure we aren’t the only parents wanting to get started straight away.” my mum said back before continuing “Right let’s get going!”
I got out of the car with no haste, I even delayed the process of closing the door but after a sharp look from my mother quickly closed it and sped up to catch up with the three of them as they headed for the main entrance.
Moments later we were moving through the revolving doors and into the huge foyer. It was very busy with hundreds of families moving around, yet it was eerily quiet. It seemed only the adults were talking. I could even hear somebody sobbing in the distance but couldn’t locate where. But there was not time for that as mum was already ushering us towards the entrance into hall 2.
Upon crossing the fresh hold I stopped, staring with a mixture of shock and horror. The hall was enormous and seemed to be divided into about 10 sections which in turn housed about 20 stands. Above each of these sections hung a huge sign decrypting the system of punishment (I was not looking at this as correction anymore) it represented.
I had just started to scan the titles when a young man approached my parents saying aloud ‘Hi folks, is it your first time at this show? You look a bit lost’
My father seemed please somebody had come to the rescue as he like me had stopped and stared after entering. “Thanks and yes it is. How does it work, do we go around in order or….” He trailed off not really knowing what he should be saying.
“Don’t worry, its actually really simple. You will see the big signs above each of these sections, yes, well these are the systems of correction & punishment. We have 8 in total so the first step is to choose which one is appropriate.”
“Ok” my dad nodded not sounded too sure “and after that…”
“Then just go up to the first desk they will help you get started, choosing the severity, length, etc of your chosen system of correction. It’s a build your own method so you can really customise it as required”
“That’s great, thanks” my mum cut in obviously eager to get started.
We moved off towards the first section whose title read ‘Enforced Education’ with the subtitle ‘For underachievers’. I looked over to my sister and she was very pale with a look on her face that mimicked how I felt inside. I wasn’t sure if I should cry, be angry or run away but I quickly reminded myself of my mother’s warning and that I didn’t want to make this any worst for myself.
Before we reached the entrance to this section my mother stopped obviously reading the sign before turning around and gesturing towards another section across the hall. “Of all the things you two have done, lucky underachieving isn’t one” she muttered as she pushed forward.
The next section read ‘Manual labour – for lazy teens’ again as we approached my mother stopped deciding this also was inappropriate. This process continued as we moved deeper into the hall, reading the titles as we went I noticed that it seemed the punishments systems were getting more severe. ‘Corporal punishment and chastity’ my father read aloud as me and Lucy gasped aloud.
You wouldn’t have believed my relief when as like the others before, we walked straight past. I was starting to hope that maybe my parents would decide that none of these systems suited and that we would go home and I would be grounded like my past punishments. This however turned out to be a false hope, as just then my mother started moving purposefully towards the sign that read ‘Dependency & Regression – Both preventative and punishment’.
I wasn’t sure what Regression meant but I definitely didn’t like the sound of that. Lucy’s walking pace had slowed and talking the cue followed suit. “Do you know what that means” she said pointing to the sign
“No, you?” I replied
“Not sure… I thought it meant getting younger but… it can’t be….” she said
“Well were going to find out soon enough”
“Hannah, Lucy, get over here” my mum shouted across the hall
People were turning around and blushing I speed walked over to the large counter where they both were stood with Lucy hot on my heels.
Chapter 4
Arriving at the counter I stood next to my parents as the woman behind began to speak after obviously waiting for us to arrive.
“So have you decided on this correction plan already or would you like me to talk you through it?”
“Talk us through it please?” replied my mother quickly
“Well, the principle is pretty simple really and has been developed recently but the results so far have been outstanding. It does however require you to have an open mind and it’s not for all parents…”
I was already worried but my mother nodded prompting her to continue.
“So the idea of this system is to regress your teenagers to an age or state where they were more dependent upon you. This then rebuilds their respect for you while providing a deterrent for them not to misbehave. It’s like having a second shot at bringing them up.”
I was taken aback but still was struggle to see what she meant. How would they make us more dependent on our parents? This thought was punctured however by my father blurting out “Sounds perfect! But how does it actually work?”
“Well that depends, on the level you choose. We have five running from level 1 for teenagers who need a minor reminder all the way to level 5 for out of control teens.”
“Now without me telling you about each level where would you place your two girls? I expect they are both to receive correction?”
“Yes they both are; for Lucy here pointing at my sister I would say a 2 while Hannah pointer at me is probably a 3 or 4” my mother responded
“Perfect she said taking a note. Well here are the rules for each level” she said pushing over 3 pieces of paper.
My mum read the first sheet aloud:
Level 2
Ideal for correcting ongoing but minor misbehaving or lack of respect
Correction term: 4 – 8 weeks
Parental involvement: Medium
Material cost: £20 per week
Objective: Return teen to full use of nappies with toilet out of bounds. Parental control over nappy changes with punishments for misbehaving. No or normal clothes to be worn at discretion of parent.
Base Rules:
1. Teen must be in nappies for the whole period of punishment
2. Nappy must be used for both wetting and messing
3. Only parents / selected adults can change the teen
4. Punishment for misbehaving
Configuration Options:
1. Punishments
2. Nappy style and capacity
3. Length of period between changes
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Mum stopped and looked over at us both.
Lucy was in tears and I however was angry and couldn’t stop myself “NO WAY! I’m not F###### going along with this” I shouted
“How dare you speak to me like that young lady! I was obviously wrong thinking level 3 would be appropriate” She replied angrily handing one of the sheets back to women
“But…” I started “No! You be quite or I will upgrade you to level 5!” She snarled back before reading aloud again.
Level 4
Ideal for correcting and punishing a major rebellion or lack of respect from a teen.
Correction term: 6 – 12 weeks
Parental involvement: High
Material cost: £45 per week
Objective: Return teen to full time baby state, with uncontrolled use of nappies, baby clothing and routines. Full parental control over all accepts of life with major punishments for misbehaving. However no confinement is used and baby talk is not required.
Base Rules:
1. Teen must be in thick nappies for the whole period of punishment
2. Forced wetting and messing for whole period
3. Only parents / selected adults can change the teen
4. Baby clothing to be worn at all times
5. Fed baby food and milk in bottles
6. Sleep in a crib (supplied for period)
7. Severe punishments for misbehaving
Configuration Options:
1. Punishments
2. Nappy style, capacity and doublers
3. Length of period between changes
4. Clothing styles
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I was crying now, my parents surely couldn’t go through with this. How would I cope, I can’t be a baby, I won’t! These thoughts were racing through my mind but over them all I had an overarching sense of helplessness.
“Don’t you think that’s a bit severe? I’m not so sure about this.” my dad asked my mum
“No David I think it’s perfect. Weren’t you even saying the other day how easier it was when they were younger?”
“Yes but… but… maybe your right” he said sounding beaten.
“So you want to go ahead?” The women piped up from behind the counter.
I had now managed to gain some composure, rubbing my tears away from my eyes and looking over to Lucy. She had also stopped crying, maybe realising that she had got of much more lightly than me.
My mum nodded and the woman pointed towards the nearest stand
“Great, the first stand lets you select the required nappies and you just move on through each from there. Your choices will be marked on the back of those sheets”
“Let’s get moving then, I want to be home before 3” mum said to me as she grabbed my hand
The stand was occupied by a much younger man probably around 25 and whose table featured a wide array of large plastic squares and what looked like towels. These must be the nappies and this attractive guy is going to help my mum select the nappies I will be wearing. That thought alone made me turn beat red with embarrassment.
“Hi there, I’m Jake” he introduced “What are your levels?”
“2 and 4”my mum “OK, well let’s start with the level two, which one is that?”
I couldn’t believe how matter of fact he was being as my mum proceeded to point to my sister.
“Right she’s a small so your first choice is do you want disposable or cloth? Cloth is thicker but means you have to wash it and well, it can get quite messy.” He smiled
“Disposable, definitely” dad shot back!
“Fine, as she will be in them full time you should probably disregard these” he said pointing to the left of the table.
“Now I would recommend either this” holding up a thick nappy with a green stripe down it “or this” holding up a similar looking one but this time with a purple stripe and noticeably thicker.
“What’s the difference?” my mum said
“Well the purple one is a Tena slip maxi, rather than a super so has more capacity and increases the time between changes…”
“That one sounds perfect for Lucy then but what about for Hannah here?” she replied
“Well, being a level 4 and wanting disposable I would say you only have one option” he said moving along to the other end of the table and picking up an incredibly thick nappy covered in baby prints.
“What?” I said aloud. It was clearly twice the thickness of Lucy’s one
“This” he said “is a custom teen nappy we have had created which is the thickest and most absorbent in the world. The idea is to simulate the feeling a baby would get wearing a nappy”
“Well that was easy then” my mum said “What next?”
“Move along to the next stand and they will help you select your nappy changing intervals” Both my parents thanked him for his help while he updated our sheets before we moved on.
The next few stands were a blur as I was crying quietly and had taken the ‘pretend it’s not happening approach’. My dad noticing I was not required for them to make the choices said me and my sister could go and wait at a small seating area in the middle. We both quickly accepted, deciding that not watching the decision being made would reduce the continual embarrassment.
It took over 30 minutes for my parents to move through about ¾ of the stands, my bum was getting numb so I decided to re-join my parents. This was a bad idea as the stand they had just arrived at was marked ‘Level 4 – 5 Only’. The women behind this stand was already talking when I arrived unbeknown to my parents.
“So is your daughter over 16? And do you know if she is sexual active?”
“Yes she’s 18 but I hope not” my mother replied
“Well one of the problems with level 4 & 5’s is that the restrictive clothing prevents the ability of your teen to carry out self-sexual simulation such as masturbation. Which is I might add is an important part of becoming an adult”
“Ok…” my dad said obviously sounding nervous for what was about to follow
“Well, obviously you can’t let her remove the nappies as this would ruin the process of correction and dependence, so we created this” she said holding up what appears to large pair of pants but with a hollow dido at the front and back.
“To allow your daughter to experience masturbation you can strap this on her and select a setting as required” pointing to a small remote control with the options; 1 to 4. “The powerful vibrators in the front and rear will do the rest.” After taking a quite pause she continued “This is optional but I would highly recommend it”
“OK, if you think its best” my mum replied
“No Mum”, I couldn’t help myself and she span around to see me standing their behind her. “You lost your right to have a say when you took those drugs Hannah, now you can either be quite or go back and join your sister”
What could I do? Although noticing the next and penultimate stand was labelled ‘punishments’ I resisted retorting.
Again my sheet was marked and I noticed it was looking rather full, that worried me greatly but mum was already moving off again.
The punishment stand was fairly bland and the bored looking, middle aged woman behind it appeared visibly pleased when we stopped in front of it.
“Hi there” she said in a strong Irish accent. “What’s the level?” she asked
“Level’s” my mum corrected, “2 & 4”
“Well we have over 20 punishment methods available divided into 3 categories of misbehaviour. Now you can pick and choose the ones you want but many parents find this hard so we have created premade ‘packs’ if you will, for each level”
“That sound’s easier” dad responded
“It is and what’s more they are in sealed envelopes so neither party knows the punishment until required. Now if you want to go ahead I will just have to see the sheets to check the compatibility”
My mum quickly handed over the two pieces to paper which she studied for about 40 seconds before added a quick mark on the last blank row. And pointed off to the final stand.
“Right your all set, you can pay at the next stand and then they will load up your car with the materials”
Chapter 6
20 minutes later all 4 of us were in the car heading out of the car park. The mood in the car was miserable, the first thing my mum had said after the boot was closed over the many boxes was how she and my father had wished they didn’t need to do this but thought it would be the best for us in the long run. I didn’t agree but remained quiet, as did Lucy. She then proceeded to hand over a folded document titled ‘Your Correction Plan’ to each of us. “Read that” she said “Your correction will start the minute we get home, no arguments”
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Correction Plan – Hannah McDowell – 18 – Level 4
Please read this carefully as it sets out the rules and the choices your parents have made for you.
Firstly as a level 4 you will be regressed back in almost every way to that of an infant. You will be forced to wet and mess your nappies, wear baby clothes, be fed baby food, drink from a bottle and sleep in a crib. You will have a dummy in at all times but as a level 4 you will, at the discretion of your parents, be able to talk like an adult at times.
Choices
Forced Use: Yes (wetting & messing)
Nappy: Disposable Teen Baby Maxi (Medium)
Change Interval: 10am, 2pm and 7pm
Friend contact: None
Clothing options: Onesie (pink), Sleeper / All-in-one (pink), Play Dress (yellow)
Clothing accessories: Restrictive moment mittens, teen size dummy with harness
Rental Furniture: Crib, Changing Table, Play Pen & Highchair
Restraints: Yes (crib only)
Sexual: Strap on vibrator
Extras: Enema kit
Punishments: Preselected and unknown to both parties
Rules
In addition to the core rules mentioned earlier your parents have selected to add these rules:
1. No attempt to be made to remove clothing
2. Nappy changes cannot be requested
3. All adult food and drinks out of bounds
4. You must also obey commends from your sister as she is now older than you
Now you have read this document we would advise that you accept these selections and do not resist the process as this will just result in punishments and more discomfort. Your punishment has been set to last for 6 weeks but can be extended at any time.
Note that furniture is rented and will normally be installed within 2 working days. You correction will however start upon arriving home.
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I read and re-read the document hoping this was a dream but the harsh reality set in and I began to accept that I would only be a teenager for another hour until we arrived home.
Lucy asked if she you see mine indicating to the piece of paper and we swapped with me quickly reading over her selected options. It seemed she had got off much more lightly and while she would also be in nappies full time, the baby clothing or furniture options were missing and she had an extra change interval each day.
Lucy seemed to have finished reading mine and had turned very pale. “Oh my god, I thought I had it bad” she whispered in my ear, there was no glee in her voice she genuinely sounds sorry for me. I didn’t however respond, after all what could I say.
The rest of the long journey was uneventful and we were sound travelling down the narrow, dead end road which led to our house. The house itself was positioned right next to the sea and we had no neighbours for miles. Normally I hated this remoteness but this summer it was great as there was no risk one of my friends would drop by and see me.
We pulled up outside the house and after turning off the engine both my parents jumped out the car. I was shaking with fear, embarrassment and anger for what was about to happen and didn’t move, Lucy was the same and even had started to cry again. Mum obviously noticing we haven’t got out opened by door and said “Actually girls I want you to stay in the car while me and your father unpack and setup the things. We will call you in when ready”
We waited in silence for what felt like hours but was probably only 10 minutes for mum or dad to return. In this time I considered running away, fighting them or calling the police but dismissed each idea after thinking it through.
The tap on the window caused me to turn around to see my dad waiting outside, we both quickly got out and followed him inside in silence.
“Sit down on the sofa girls, we want to run through the rules before we get started”
I sat quickly, looking down at my feet although I couldn’t help notice a large plastic mat on the floor a few feet away with two nappies sitting next to it.
“Right girls, you have both had time in the car to read through your rules so before we get started I wanted to ask if you have any questions?” mum asked calmly
“Yes mum, do… do… do you really have to do this? I’m 15… I don’t want to wear nappies!” Lucy piped up through tears
“Yes Lucy, you do and I don’t want to hear any more complaining about it. You should have known that your behaviour would led to consequences.” Mum retorted
“Hannah, do you have anything to ask” dad asked
I just shock my head, letting the tears fall onto my lap.
“Good” mum said “me and your dad have been talking and have decided that it wouldn’t be appropriate for him to change you, so I will be the only one who changes your nappies over the next 6 weeks.”
I was slightly glad about this as I’m not sure I could have dealt with dad changing me but was my own mother wasn’t much better either. Luckily as a teacher she had the whole summer off too, so she would always be around.
“Right let’s get started then!” mum announced “Lucy, strip off all your clothes and lie down there” pointing to the changing mat.
“What? Get naked?” Lucy asked disbelieving. “Yes Lucy” mum replied as if talking to someone very stupid “and quickly or you will be receiving a punishment before we even get started”
Lucy stood up slowly and after slipping off her shoes started unbuttoning the top of her dress and letting it fall to the ground. Her socks and pant were next leaving her standing stark naked and beat red in front of us all.
Mum placed her arm around her and guided her down onto the changing mat. Lucy was crying again now but mum just ignored her as she unfolded the nappy next to her. I was shocked at how big it was, it haven’t looked that big at the stand. “Lift your legs up honey” mum cooed helping to lift her bum up before sliding it under and laying her back down. Next she brought out some baby oil and powder which was applied liberally over her bum and crotch, all the way up to her bellybutton.
“Time to tape you up” mum said aloud before pulling the front of the nappy over and after a quick adjustment pulled and applied the four tapes. “All set! You can stand up now”
Lucy stood slowly and I couldn’t help but gasp at the slight. Firstly the nappy was large covering right over her bellybutton and was obviously bulky by the way her legs were forced apart. She seemed unsteady on her feet as if she was also shocked by the feeling. After letting her stand for a few seconds, dad piped up that although she would be allowed to wear normal clothes they had decided that for the first few days that she should just wear a nappy until she gets more use to it.
“Right you can sit down honey” mum added “Hannah, you know the drill, no arguments”
I wanted to argue but I already felt beaten so slowly stood and striped down to my panties. “All your clothes, Hannah” mum commanded. I placed my hand on the cotton sides and slowly slide them down my legs. This was so embarrassing, my parents hadn’t seen me naked in years. As I continued to turn an even brighter shade of red mum commented that it was good that I was clean shaven as this would help prevent nappy rash. This final comment was too much and like Lucy I too burst into tears.
Mum didn’t take too much notice and instead helped me down onto the cold plastic mat. My nappy was already unfolded and I could see the pink baby prints around the curling edges. I lifted my legs as commended and felt it being slid under my bum while I just closed by eyes, hoping this was all just a terrible dream. The nappy was obviously bulky as I now felt higher off the ground and it wasn’t long before I too was oiled, powdered and taped up. The feeling was incredibly strange, I had expected it to be uncomfortable but it wasn’t. It was however definitely noticeable and as I stood up I felt my legs being pushed apart massively, even balancing was hard work.
I made a move toward the sofa but mum quickly grabbed my shoulder, pushing back to the ground pulling a pink piece of clothing out of a bag, “We’re not done yet, remember you’re being regressed to pretty much the state of a baby”. This turned out to be an onesie which mum asked me to step into before pulling it up, guiding my arms into its short sleeves and zipping it up at the back. Next came large mittens which reminded me of the time we went skiing last year. These ones though felt much more padded and then when mum pulled the small cord at the wrist I realised that with these on my hands would be useless for all but the simplest of tasks.
I thought it was over but dad then threw and object over the room to mum “don’t forgot this”. Mum amazingly caught it and as my eyes focused I realised this was the dummy as talked about in the rule sheet. “Please mum, no…” I begged but it was too late as she stuffed it into my mouth, the ball was huge pinning my tong down. I winced as two little straps were tightened around my head and I realised there was now no way I could remove it. “All done honey, you look so adorable” mum commented looking pleased.
I tried to stand up from my position sitting on the floor but fell quickly back over onto my thickly padded bum. “Oh, honey I forgot to say seeing as you are now a baby, walking is banned, you can only crawl” I vented my anger at this but because of the huge dummy all that came out was some jumbled words.
My sister laughed from across the room but was instantly met by a stern look from my dad, “Don’t you laugh Lucy or you might too find yourself like that”. That shut her up and I slowly started to crawl towards the sofa.
Chapter 8
For the rest of the afternoon both me and my sister remained on the sofa. Mum had put on the Disney channel which she seemed was now age appropriate, it could have been worst and I had soon got drawn into the programmes. Nothing was said between us for the whole time, although the dummy ensured that for me at least it wasn’t an option. As evening drew nearer I noticed Lucy had started to fidget a bit more than usual and the pressure building in my bladder reminded me that at some point soon we would be both using our nappies, a thought I had been trying to supress.
It was while pondering this that the TV suddenly went black and my dad’s voice shouted from the kitchen “Dinners ready girls… and Hannah remember you have to crawl”. The short trip to the Kitchen had been humiliating, while Lucy quickly walked or more waddled through I dropped to my hands and knees as proceeded slowly into the kitchen, the huge nappy making its presence felt with every movement.
Lucy was already sitting up at the table and on entering my dad got out of his own chair and lifted me up, placing me in a chair which had been moved in-between his and my mum’s normal places. Winking he joked “Don’t worry you high chair will be here tomorrow”. Seconds later after mum had placed 3 full plates down she brought mine, which consisted of 3 piles of mush I could only guess was the blended result of the Sausages, mash and vegetables that was on the others. Sitting down next to me she told everyone to start eating and then undid the straps holding my dummy letting it hang around my neck.
“Now Hannah, now I’m going to feed you and aspect you to eat it all!” her tone making it clear I was not in a position to argue. Wasting no time she drove a spoon into one of the piles and quickly forced it into my mouth. I had hardly finished swallowing it before another arrived, then another and another. This continued non-stop until about half way when my dad placed a huge bottle in my mouth, holding it in place as the litre of milk slowly drained itself. Dinner finished 10 minutes later with my stomach feeling like it would explode, mum had forced every gram into my mouth and I had drank what must have been two litres of milk.
My dummy was now secured back in placed and it was only now that I noticed that Lucy was really starting to squirm in her seat. Mum seemed to have also noticed this as it was at that moment she said “There’s no point fighting it Lucy, you’re going to have to get used to being in a wet and messy nappy. Plus you should count yourself lucky, the diuretics and laxatives in Hannah’s dinner are going to make it much worst for her” I let out a smothered mown at this, I had completely forgotten my punishment sheet had said ‘forced wetting & messing’. It didn’t take long for Lucy to lose her battle with her bladder, suddenly while my parents were talking she went rigid and as the room went silent I could hear a strong torrent of pee making its way into her nappy. The lines of the front started to change colour and the nappy visibly swelled all the while Lucy was crying into her hands.
“Right you two go and watch TV while I clear up and then its bed” mum said completely ignoring Lucy’s crying. Dad lifted me up but instead of placing me on the floor carried me to the lounge dropping me on the sofa. About 30 seconds later Lucy walked through her yellowing nappy sagging slightly but she avoided eye contact. I would have felt sorry for her but my now full bladder was making is presence known and I’m sure I could feel my intestines churning.
10 minutes later while halfway through an old episode of Hannah Montana, the pressure in my bladder was being truly painful, I even had forgotten about the cramping which had started in my stomach. I decided that holding it off any longer wouldn’t help even if possible and slowly started letting go. This however proved to be much harder than expected as my 15 years of toilet training put up a fight, soon though the flood gates opened and I felt the hot rush of pee running around by crotch and bum before being soaked up in the huge nappy. I could feel Lucy eyes watching me but I kept looking firmly ahead at the TV, it took almost a minute before the pee stopped and I was now encased in enlarged and warm nappy. I had expected it to feel awful but the warmth was surprisingly quite pleasant.
The program ended marking the 7pm adverts and once again my attention was drawn to my bowels which churned and cramped menacingly. It was during the advert that mum joined us in lounge to announce that it was my bedtime and that she would check my nappy before bed, signalling me to follow her. I grudgingly got up and started following before remembering I was banned from walking. 30 seconds later I had made it into my bedroom on my hands and knees. Mum then lifted me with surprising strength onto my bed, I didn’t resist and was looking forward to being put in a dry nappy for bed, the wet one was already starting to go cold.
Mum rolled me over and unzipped the back of the onesie and pulled it down before I felt her hand going down the back of my nappy and then after rolling me over the front. “Mum!” I could help protesting through the dummy. Completely ignoring my protests mum announced that my nappy was nowhere near capacity so she would change me in the morning. I was slightly shocked by this but she was already guiding my legs into the pink sleeper which would encase me for the next 12 hours. Soon she had zipped the sleeper up, ensure the dummy and mittens were securely fastened and warned me that leaving the bed would be met with severe punishments. On leaving she turned off the light plunging the room into darkness.
Although I tried, sleep was impossible to find, the bulky wet nappy made is presence known constantly but worst was the now urgent need to poop. I squirmed around trying to find a position which would reduce the pressure but it was no good. I was going to have to mess myself, the thought alone started tears to well up in my eyes. Another huge wave of pressure started and my body won the battle over my mind. The minute that followed was a blur as wave after wave of warm mush forced itself into my nappy, moving both up my back and forward onto my fanny. And as if to and insult to injury, a stream of hot pee was added to the mix further spreading the mess.
I lay not daring to move for many minutes, tears rushing down my face as I thought about what my friends would think if they saw me now. The smell has also managed to escape causing me to gag and be even more disgusted at myself. It took a long time before I drifted into an unsettled sleep.
“Wake up honey it’s time for breakfast”, my hands instinctively moved over my eyes to protect them from the sun poring through the opened curtains. “What?” I said groggily, still awaking to the fact that I was now lying in a cold but very full nappy. “Breakfast Now! You’ve got 1 minute to crawl to the kitchen or your in big trouble” repeated my mum as she left the room. I rolled out of bed but the full nappy put me off balance and I landed with a fud on the floor causing the cold poo to further spread up over my fanny making me cry out through the dummy in shock. However after a short crawl I made it to the kitchen to find my sister already wearing her pink PJ’s which did nothing to conceal the sagging nappy they contained.
Without warning I was lifted up by the bum and plopped down onto a seat by my dad, the hard seat again acted to spread my mess and I could see Lucy crinkling her nose as the smell hit her. She didn’t laugh at my obvious predicament probably, I thought as she knew she would soon have the same experience after all she always needed to go #2 in the mornings. Breakfast was a quite affair, mum replaced my dummy with a bib and proceeded to feed me porridge. A bottle of warm milk followed before I was unceremoniously lifted out of my seat and onto the floor.
“Head into the living room honey and I will be through to check both your nappies in a minute” mum instructed.
I wanted to reply that I thought it was pretty obvious I needed a change but resisted not wanting to make things worse.
It was a few minutes before mum checked both our nappies and to my relief decided mine was in the most need of replacement, so out came the changing mat. My sister watched on as my sleeper was removed exposing the huge swelling and brown stained nappy. It had turned out that some poo had leaked though and onto the sleeper which accounted for a part of the awful stench which had erupted upon it being unzipped. “Oh my, we might have to look at thicker nappies or doubling up if this happens again” commented my mother. I however wasn’t really listening, all my energy was focused on ignoring the smell, the cold wipes displacing the poo which clung to my sing & slight itchiness across my bum. It took over 5 minutes for mum to fully clean, powder, nappy and slide yesterday’s onesie over my head and buttoned into place.
It was then time for my sister but as she got off the sofa mum announced “Lucy, I’ve seen you squirming all morning if you need to poop I suggest you do it now as otherwise you won’t be getting a change until the afternoon”
I could see Lucy struggling with the choice “Mum can I at least go to my room?”
“No, now come here” mum said sitting down between me and her on the sofa.
She grabbed Lucy’s hands, pulled down her PJ’s and guided her so she was now perched on her knee, her nappied bum only inches from me. One of mum’s hands then brought Lucy into a tight embrace while the other slowly massaged her stomach. Twenty seconds later I could hear the muffled tears begin and then a watched in a fascinated horror as the back of already wet nappy expanded and slowly turned brown. Within the minute the whole back of the nappy had turned a patchy brown and I caught the first smell of poop.
“Good girl” mum commented lifting Lucy fully onto her knee at which I could see Lucy’s face grimace as her mess was force in every direction. A change promptly followed and in no time my sister was in a clean nappy and mum informed her that if she was good she could wear clothes after lunch but until then gave her only a pink One Direction T-shirt she got last year.
Around an hour later I heard a knock at the door and we both turned away from the TV looking towards the hall. Fear swept over me, was somebody going to see me in this state, one of mum’s friends, one of my friends… Oh god. Lucy was looking equally scared as we heard mum talking to a man, I couldn’t make out what was being said but a few seconds later two guys only a few years older than me entered carrying a huge box. I quickly turned around avoiding any eye contact, they were obviously bringing the furniture mentioned on the sheet. The first box they took upstairs, followed by another after which they remained upstairs for about 20 minutes. Hearing footsteps coming down the stairs followed by the door closing I thought they were leaving but only a minute later it opened again and to my horror they entered the living room.
Lucy quickly sat up and ran out and up to her room, I was tempted to follow but crawling would be even more humiliating so I just fixed my eyes on the TV. They didn’t seem to pay any attention to me and spent the next 10 minutes putting up what was evidently my playpen. They finished but only one left calling out for my mom, the other guy walked over to me and whispered into my ear
“Sorry, I know this must have been humiliating for you”
I couldn’t help but turn around, looking directly at his beautiful blue eyes. My bright red face obviously gave away he was right
“I really do know, I was one of the first in this program about 3 years ago.”
“Really” I tried to say but the dummy distorted my words and causing another way of hot to rush over my face.
“Yeah, my advice is try and enjoy it. Whatever you do avoid punishments!”
I wanted to scream out “Enjoy it?!?” but resisted, he was about to speak again but his partner called out and he rushed from the room.
They left a few seconds later and my mum came into the room smiling. A wave of anger pulsed through my body, she seem to be enjoying this! This was so embarrassing, how could she be doing this to me! As these thoughts rushed through my head I lost my self-control. Pulling my dummy out and started an angry rant at my mother. I can’t even remember what I said I was so angry and my mum just stood there and took it, until I ran out of steam.
“It seems you just earned your first punishment” my mum said, grabbing my hand and almost dragging me to my room. My legs dragged up the stairs, I already knew I had made a huge mistake.
Chapter 10
“Sit on the bed” mum instructed
I obeyed, looking around my transformed room. My bed now had 4 foot crib rails on three sides with opening doors on the side I was now sitting. In the corner was a huge changing table replacing my TV & computer which had been removed.
She then went over to my drawers and sitting onto was a pile of punishment cards I recognised from the stand.
“Seeing as this is your first offence, I’m going let you off with a mild punishment” selecting a pale blue card, opening it and read aloud.
“As punishment the child will restrained in the crib without changes until the first change interval after 12 hours. Two bottles of diuretic & laxative lased milk should be given. Double nappies recommended.”
I sat in horror knowing I wouldn’t be getting out of these nappies until tomorrow morning.
“Up onto here Hannah” mum said pointing to the changing table, I obliged.
My onesie was removed, exposing my slightly wet nappy. Next mum brought out a small knife, cutting long slits into the nappy before lifting my legs up and taping another huge nappy around the first.
Once finished she lifted me off the changing table and surprisingly carried me straight over to my bed / crib. “Wait here” she instructed closing the crib gates as she left.
I sat legs spread far apart by the now enormous bulk of the double nappy for a few minutes, I felt sick with anger at myself for losing control and earning this punishment, for even taking those stupid drugs in the first place. By the time mum returned tears were welling in my eyes but she took no notice, instead forcing the teat of a bottle into my mouth. It took only a minute or so before I had consumed all the sweet tasting milk and mum removed the 2nd bottle replacing it with the dummy I had pulled out earlier.
“Now lie down” mum instructed pulling two fluffy cuffs from the corners of the crib. One was attached to each of my wrists before she moved down doing the same to my ankles. The crib gates were closed with a locking ‘click’ and then mum reach down to a small button under the crib. Instantly I felt all the restraints pulling my arms and legs towards the corners, when she stopped I was laying spread eagled on my back.
“Right, see you in the morning Hannah. I hope this teaches you not to misbehave again.”
The door closed and I lay, only able to move my arms and legs a few inches. The diuretics and milk from the morning soon forced me to release a long stream of hot pee which tingled its way over my front before moving down between my bum. I hated to admit it but although a strange feeling it actually felt really nice and I could feel myself being turned on. I went to reach over to touch the front of the nappy but the restraints painfully grabbed back my arms.
The next few hours went slowly by during which I had wet again along with a huge load of poo which was now slowly spreading itself around my bum. As the sun set I started trying to get to sleep, the pressure however had built again and I accepted that I was going to have to mess myself again before my body would let me drift to sleep. This load however was much bigger and after letting go wave upon wave of hot mush forced its way into my nappies. With nowhere to go it moved both backwards and up over my fanny, before finally covering almost every inch of skin encased within the nappy.
Sleep did come eventually but was broken throughout the night with multiple wettings and another messing which this time seemed to be mostly liquid. When my mum walked in the next morning the sight would shock even her so much that she decided to change her before breakfast.
“Wake up honey, it’s time to get you changed” opening the crib and undoing my restraints.
Both my nappies were completely saturated and a brown stain covered 75% of it. The change wasn’t quick, the nappies were undone revelling the horror within. I just closed my eyes as mum slowly removed the caked poop on my skin. Once the nappy was removed she didn’t replace it however and just instructed me to take a shower and be back here in 5 minutes. I didn’t complain and soon hot water rushed over my body and aching limbs caused by the restraints. After a quick shower I walked back into my room.
I was nappied and dressed in a yellow summer dress which did nothing to hide the nappy. Mum informed me that big girl privileges were over and I would have to crawl to downstairs. Breakfast was the same as the day before except this time I was placed in the newly installed high chair.
That day and the following four were pretty uneventful, I was slowly getting use to wetting and messing my nappies and now even choose let go before it was urgent. Lucy was still struggling to mess and mum had to take things into her own hands on two occasions. I had also come to terms with the fact I enjoyed the feeling of a wet nappy and I even had tried to rub myself off, although the mittens had prevented this.
Maybe it was all a dream. I thought as I opened my eyes to see the bars that kept me from falling out of bed. Or not. It’s hard to believe that this is real. Though it was hard to accept not seeing…
“John, it’s time to get up” my mother said as she came in and interrupted my thoughts.
I suppose it is. I thought as she lowered the bars and brought me to the changing table.
“So, I’m leaving at noon and wont be back until around six”
Six whole hours.
“When’s Jessica showing up”
“At around 11:30”
“Okay” I sighed. I was really not looking forward to having yet another person having knowledge of my diapers.
“Wait how will she think I’m four?”
“It’ll be fine, you look young for a four year old” she said with a giggle. Somehow I felt as though she was lying. Soon, she finished changing me and put me into a yellow shirt with overalls.
“Would you like a bottle of milk before I leave?”
“Sure” I replied as we went down to the kitchen.
I began to gulp down the milk when I heard the doorbell ring. Damn she is here… well lets get this over with.
“Hi Amanda”
“Come in, I have a couple things to discuss with you first”
“So, what we discussed over the phone”
“Mostly, with a few things you should know first”
She whispered a few things that seemed to amuse Jessica.
“Is that alright?”
“Of course, it’s nothing. This will probably be the oldest child I have babysat but first time for everything”
“Excellent, I will leave you a little extra for the extra work”
“Thanks, now where is this John” she said looking my general direction. Crap, she saw me.
“He is a bit shy. It’s alright John, come say hi to Jessica” No choice now… my heart was racing and I just wanted to hide. I slowly walked over.
“It’s fine. I promise I don’t bite”
“Well I should get going, be good for Jessica, John”
“See you at six”
I waved goodbye. Still a bit to scared to speak.
“I know you can speak, do you want to play a game or something?”
I took a deep breath and decided to give her a chance. “Maybe”
“It is nearly lunch, maybe I should cook something up real fast first. How does that sound?”
I was rather hungry. “That sounds good, I’ma go play in my room for a bit”
“That’s fine, I will let you know when lunch is ready. It shouldn’t be too long”
“Okay” I replied as I creeped back upstairs.
I closed my door and collapsed to the ground with a wet squish. Great, already wet. I grabbed my pacifier and began sucking on it. This seemed to put my nerves at ease as I played with some blocks. She seems nice. Plus, she either is completely okay with the baby thing or she thinks I’m four. Either way she is fine with it. Maybe I can give her the benefit of the doubt and trust her.
“John, lunch is ready” she said as I put my pacifier in my pocket and walked downstairs. Hot dogs, it is easy and fast so I guess that makes sense. I thought as we ate quietly.
“So, what do you do for fun?” Jessica asked.
“I enjoy playing outside”
“Oh, I have just the thing for that” she replied with a giggle. What does she mean by that?
“What kinda thing?”
“You’ll see” She said. Now I was really curious and quite full at this point as a cleared my plate.
“Wait here for a second” she said as she quickly got a bag from her car.
“Okay, one more thing” Snap. I could feel cool air rush past my bum.
“A little wet but otherwise fine” My face must have turned many shades of red right then.
“You are not the first person to wear diapers that I have babysat and you are probably not the last. It’s no big deal. Let me worry about it. You can just focus on play”
“Alright. Can I go play outside?”
“Sure let me just get you set up” she replied. What does she mean by that? I thought as we both walked outside. She had a bag with her.
“Stand still for a moment and raise your arms” she said as she put a light blue strap between my legs and around my shoulders. Click. She then began tightening the straps. Is this a… oof. She tightened the crotch strap causing the diaper to squish up against my skin. Toddler harness… of course it is… She then tied the other end to a chair near the sandbox, sat in it, and began to read a book. I thought about complaining about the harness, but that would probably do no good. So, I confided to my fate and began to play in the sandbox. Well at least it can’t get anymore embarrassing. I thought when I heard a grumble from my tummy.