EPISODE 1: The Purchase
Paul's quivering, sweaty hands clasped around the
package of Goodnites disposable 'briefs', as they were so-
called. He could feel the eyes of every other shopper in
the store questioning him and mocking him at that very
instant. He could tell that everyone knew the diapers were
for him, partially because they were about his size, and
his face was blushing a deep crimson. He couldn't help but
nervously glance around him before lifting the package off
the shelf and tucking it under his arm.
For a reason unknown to Paul, he had always wanted to
wear diapers ever since he was a young child of about 5 or
6. He couldn't remember any times when he was ever wearing
a diaper, and from this, he came up with the excuse that he
had forgotten what it was like to wear diapers, and his
curiosity had overwhelmed him. But deep inside Paul, he
knew that wasn't the real reason. He had always fantasized
about his mother laying him down on a thickly padded, baby
blue changing table, and slowly peeling back the tapes on
his soggy, disposable diaper, while he was cuddling a plush
teddy bear that she had handed him previously. He could
hear her in his mind, cooing him in a babyish voice: "Awww,
is our diaper wet? It certainly is!! Let's get baby Pauly
all cweaned up.."
Now he found himself in the local supermarket, less
than half a block from his house, where everyone knew his
name. Unfortunately, today was a Saturday, the usual
shopping day in this area of Providence, Rhode Island, and
it seemed as if everyone from the entire state had come
just to add to the embarrassment of one 13-year-old boy.
Luckily (?) however, Paul wasn't very popular in school,
and so he didn't have much of a reputation to keep up,
except with two of his close friends, Alex and Sam. The
trio always hung out together after school, and it was a
wonder that Paul hadn't run into either of them today in
Paul quickly made his way to the checkout counter, and
was crestfallen when he saw that all of them were
ridiculously long. He stepped behind the lady in the
"express" line, the line with a 10 item limit, and waited,
trying to conceal his all-too-revealing purchase.
It seemed like hours before the lady in front of Paul
made it to the cashier. At this moment, Paul believed that
everything would be okay, from here on out. Naturally,
something had to go wrong, and did, right as Paul was close
to meeting his ultimate goal.
The lady in front of him had 11 items. The cashier
pointed out to the lady, using the large "EXPRESS LINE - 10
ITEMS OR LESS" sign above them for verification, that she
couldn't go through this line because of the item limit.
The lady, in an extremely rude manner, bellowed to the
cashier that she was at the front of the line already, had
been waiting here for 30 minutes, and that she was only
*one* item over the limit. Paul just wished that both of
them would disappear so he could get out of the store.
Eventually, the very angry an annoyed lady left the
line in a fit, leaving her cart behind. The cashier pushed
the cart out of the way and eyed Paul expectantly. Paul,
still zoned-out from the quarrel between the cashier and
the lady, suddenly snapped back into reality and handed the
cashier the crinkling package. As he handed the female the
plasticky purchase, he noticed that she was stunningly
beautiful, and she couldn't have been much older than 17 or
18. Although he didn't think it possible, Paul blushed a
The cashier took the package and turned it over a
couple of times, and then looked at Paul quizzically. Paul
just tried to smile back casually, but ended up giving a
nervous chuckle. The cashier noticed his uneasiness.
"Are these pampers for you?" she asked him, a little
louder than he would have liked her to.
"Well, uh.." Paul began, "they're uh... for a cousin
who's visiting out of town." He looked at the cashier,
hoping she'd buy it. It looked like she didn't, but to
avoid a conversation with the manager for holding up a
checkout line, she continued to ring up the diapers.
After flipping around the package a couple of times,
she couldn't find a barcode. She picked up a phone to the
left of the cash register, and started talking into it. As
she did, her voice boomed throughout the supermarket.
">>I need a price check on some diapers here for this
boy, line 1!!<<" Tears started running down Paul's crimson
face. Light sobs could be heard all throughout the line of
customers behind him. She reached for the phone again.
">>Bring some tissues too, this kid's cryin'.<<"
Paul just closed his eyes, letting the tears stream
down his face. Customers from other lines were staring at
him, some with obvious sympathy, and more with a humored
look. He knew the situation couldn't get any worse, so he
just stood there as a tall, thin man brought a large book to
the cashier. After about 15 minutes of searching through
columns of diaper related products, she came to the price
of the package of Goodnights that Paul had intent of
purchasing. The cashier calculated Paul's total, and Paul
was ten cents short. The cashier, obeying store policy,
said that he had to return the diapers and come back with
more money, when the middle-aged woman behind him tapped
him on the shoulder.
"Here you go young man," she said, handing Paul a dime.
"You've been through enough embarrassment for one day."
Paul thanked the woman profusely, tossed the dime to
the cashier, snatched up the package of diapers, and dashed
out of the store toward the place where his bike was
locked. On the way home, Paul pedaled as fast as he possibly
could, eagerly awaiting his arrival at his house, not to try
on the diapers, but to escape the torture endured at the
grocery store. He sobbed some more as he overlooked his
previous predicament, and thanked God that it was all over.
When Paul arrived home, he clumsily dumped his bike
alongside the garage, and ran upstairs to his room. He
glanced at the clock, and proceeded to close and lock the
door on instinct, knowing that his parents would be home any
After almost ripping off his jeans and tossing them
into the hamper, Paul ******** himself of his underwear,
and opened the package of Goodnights. He sat down on his
bed, and put his legs through the holes. He then pulled up
the diaper over his legs, and up to his waist.
"Wow, this is just like thick underwear!" Paul
He went over toward his dresser mirror to look at
himself. He liked the way he looked with extra padding on
his crotch, and butt. Paul suddenly felt the urge to
urinate uncontrollably, which was probably held back and
ignored in the store while he was being publicly
humiliated. Even though it felt as if his bladder was about
to burst, Paul just couldn't seem to let go. Eventually he
slowly caressed himself under the arms, both tickling and
relaxing him, and the urine gushed out. Paul immediately
diverted his attention back to the mirror.
He felt the warm urine flood his diaper, and watched in
horror and fascination as a dark, wet, yellow spot formed
in the crotch of his diaper, and spread all over the
diaper's front, and then started coming up the back.
"Boy, I must've really had to go..." Paul said aloud
again. He nervously glanced out his bedroom window to see
if his parents had yet arrived home. They hadn't.
The urine was quickly being absorbed by the diaper, and
Paul could feel it being pulled away from his skin.
Suddenly, the diaper felt extremely heavy, and began to
droop and sag on Paul's waist. He noticed that the entire
diaper (mostly) was a tinted yellow, and that the elastic
material on the sides was beginning to rip a little at the
top. A small trickle of pee began to drip from the crotch
of his diaper, and it scurried down his leg, making a puddle
on the carpet. Paul gasped in surprise, and looked for
something to clean the mess up with. He realized that he
needed to take off the diaper soon, but he was enjoying the
feeling and decided to leave it on for the time being. He
spotted a dirty tee-shirt in the hamper, and mopped off his
leg with it. He then dried the spot on the carpet with it.
Paul then noted that he had to take a crap. He thought
to himself "Why let this diaper go to waist?", then pushed
on his bowels as hard as he could. Nothing happened. He
then squatted on his heels, and pressed hard. Warm, pasty
poop filled the back of his diaper, and then began to invade
the crotch and front as well. Paul looked at himself in the
mirror, dressed in only a sweatshirt and a completely
The butt was sagging very low, and the front was
beginning to do the same. The diaper was extremely heavy
now, and started to feel cold and mushy. Paul moved to take
it off, and the weight of the diaper sloshed between his
legs. More urine drizzled down his leg. He began to smell
the crap he had just taken, and it had smelt horrid. Paul
quickly realized that he didn't have any place to throw the
diaper away, as the family would smell it for sure in the
trash can. He nervously looked out his bedroom window, and
noticed a car coming down the road about half a block away.
It was his parent's car.
Paul frantically looked around for a place to dispose
of his diaper, and found none. His only choice was to leave
it on... but his parents would SURELY notice, wouldn't
they? It was a risk he had to take. He snatched his jeans
from the floor, and pulled them over the nasty, dripping
diaper that was clinging to him. A small, damp spot
immediately appeared at the crotch of his jeans. It was the
best he could do for now.
Paul then remembered the package of Goodnights laying
open on the floor. What could he do with those? He quickly
opened up the bottom drawer of his dresser and dumped them
in the back of the drawer, closing it hastily. He made a
mental note to move those later. Paul heard the familiar
sound of a door opening, the front door. His parents were
In a desperate attempt to look as normal as possible,
Paul unlocked his bedroom door, and hung a sign on it that
read "STUDYING PLEASE DO NOT DISTURB". He hoped that would
keep his parents from entering the room.
The sound of Paul's parents' voices filled the upstairs
hallway. Soon their footsteps on the stairs could be heard.
They noticed the sign on the door, and stood for a short
moment, briefly talking quietly. After a short pause of
silence, a few light raps came on Paul's bedroom door. He
panicked, and threw open a book, and sat down at his desk,
not realizing what he had just done.
The door swung open, and Paul's mom popped her head in.
Her smile quickly faded into a disgusted look, and she
sniffed the air apprehensively. It was quite obvious to
Paul what she was smelling.
"Hello Mom..." said Paul in a nervous tone, trying to
sound as casual as a 13-year-old could sound who was
wearing a wet and messy diaper. "Didn't you see my sign on
"Yes I did honey," Paul's mom began, eyeing the room
for the source of the odor. "But I decided I should pop my
head in just to let you know that we were home. By the way,
what IS that unearthly smell in here? I could swear it was a
"What smell, Mom? I don't smell anything." Paul quickly
"Hmmm.. maybe I'm just imagining things then. Oh well
Paul, I'll let you get back to your studying. Dinner will
be ready in about an hour or so, and I'll call you down
when it's ready."
With a short "Okay Mom." from Paul, she had left the
room. It was then that Paul actually realized what he had
done. He looked down at his jeans, and noticed that the
diaper area of them was completely damp, and was omitting a
noticeable odor. He then felt the squishiness around his
butt, and looked down behind him. A slightly visible brown
stain was appearing on the back of his jeans!!
Paul stood up, and tugged his jeans off to observe
himself in the mirror again. He was appalled by the sight.
The elastic bands that held the diaper too him were half
torn off, and looked like they could easily break at any
moment. The surface of the diaper was completely damp with a
dark yellow color. Paul then spun around to survey the
damage of the back of his diaper. He noticed that some of
his poop was seeping through, and a slight patch of brown
was visible through the diaper, which was probably weakened
by the flood of urine that he released earlier. The diaper
was very cold now and was getting quite uncomfortable. Paul
put back on the putrid pair of jeans, and pulled a
Goodnights diaper from the bottom drawer of his dresser, and
hurried into the bathroom.
Paul quickly found a plastic bag in the cabinet beneath
the bathroom sink, and set it aside. He ******** himself of
everything but his diaper, and stood there for a moment,
feeling the coldness and dampness that it provided. He then
placed the bag, open, on the floor, and stepped into it. He
pushed the sides of the diaper down, and is slowly slid
down his legs into the bag, leaving a sticky, cold trail
behind. The smell hit Paul with tremendous force. Paul
gagged, wondering how anything could smell so bad, and he
quickly tied up the bag, placed it into another plastic
bag, and tied that one up. He looked out of the bathroom
window, and dropped the bag down into a throng of shrubs,
making a mental note to dispose of it later. He then placed
the fresh diaper on the toilet, and began to take a shower.
As the water hit his back, Paul began to think about
how good that diaper felt on him, and how great of an idea
it was to make such an investment. As he looked down, Paul
noticed the clumps of poop that were being washed out of his
rear after sitting on the toxic load back in his bedroom. He
got a washcloth from the rack inside the shower and
scrubbed all around his diaper area, making sure it was
clean of any waste. He then washed himself off with a
different washcloth and a bar of soap, and stepped out of
the shower to dry himself off.
After toweling down, Paul put on the fresh diaper, and
was amazed of how good it felt after a shower as opposed to
clean underwear. He pulled the jeans back over him, and
rushed back into his room to change.
After what was probably the fastest time Paul had taken
to get dressed, he went downstairs into the kitchen, where
his mom was preparing Paul's favorite meal, home-made
vegetable soup. As Paul entered the kitchen, his nose
caressed the air, gasping for any sent of the soup that it
could. Paul then greeted his mother in the usual fashion,
with a big, loving hug.
Paul's mom stopped what she was doing, and looked at
Paul with a look that he had never seen before. It didn't
necessarily scare Paul, but it made him nervous and very
uncomfortable. She began talking to him in a quizzical tone.
"Sweetie? What was that odor that I smelled in your
bedroom when I came home from work? I'm sure you had to
have smelled it also, if you were in there studying, as it
was a very strong smell."
Paul had to think up an excuse quickly to make his
mother believe him, and he did it to an extent of success:
"I...um...well...had an accident, Mom." Paul gave his
mother an expression that made him look like a small puppy,
which she always bought into.
"Oh, I'm sorry, it's okay if you had an accident, but
you shouldn't hide it from myself and your father, you need
to tell us, okay?" Paul nodded in obvious agreement, trying
to avoid all possible conversation. Paul's mother noticed
that Paul seemed to toddle out of the kitchen instead of
walking in his usual way, but she didn't make anything of
it at the time.
Dinner and the rest of the evening passed in the usual
manner, of eating dinner, watching one hour of television,
and then getting ready for bed. Paul hadn't used his diaper
to this point and all through dinner, which surprised him.
He came to the conclusion that he had completely emptied
himself out after that hideous thing he peeled off of
himself earlier today. Paul decided that he would leave the
diaper on during the night to sleep in, hoping that his
parents wouldn't notice.
Paul went into his bedroom, clad in blue pajamas, and
got into his bed. Continuing a habit that he had recently
started, he collected his teddy bear, appropriately named
Teddy, and stuffed him underneath his chin, grasping it
lovingly to his chest. Moments later, Paul's mom appeared in
the door, ready to tuck him in. She came to his bed, and
pulled the covers up to his chin, lightly kissed him on the
forehead, and left the room, closing the door silently
Tomorrow would be Monday, which would also mean that it
would be time to go back to school for Paul after a weekend
break. While laying in bed, cuddling his teddy bear
affectionately, Paul came to the conclusion that he would
wear a diaper to school tomorrow, as he enjoyed wearing them
as frequently as he could. He knew that they had to be
rationed however, he only had 7 remaining in his dresser,
and he didn't want to endure the embarrassment at the store
Paul drifted off to sleep, anticipating and fearing the
events that would come the next day..........
EPISODE 2: Back to School
Paul awoke groggily Monday morning to the sound of his
alarm clock buzzing loudly. After sending the clock flying
with a heavy thrust, Paul clumsily climbed out of bed. He
then felt the thick weight between his legs, and remembered
his adventures of purchasing and wearing diapers the
previous day, and he also remembered his commitment to wear
a diaper to school today. He looked down at his diaper, and
noticed that it was *wet*. How could that have happened?
Paul hadn't used the diaper before he went to bed last
night, and he had never been a bedwetter before... he
quickly came to the conclusion that he was probably just
sick or something.
The whole house was dark at this time of the morning,
as Paul's parents had already left for work, and don't
leave any lights on to save the electricity. The sun
usually hasn't risen at this point either, making chances
of illumination from the outside hopeless.
Paul pressed on the front of the diaper lightly,
feeling the wetness inside. For a strange reason that he
couldn't understand, he really enjoyed that feeling. Paul
then remembered what happened when he wet the diaper
yesterday, and looked at the bed for any signs of evidence
against the guilty party. Surprisingly, there were no tell-
tale puddles, spots, or stains on the sheets. After heaving
a sigh of relief, Paul prepared his clothes for the day, a
long, big, blue sweatshirt (as concealing as possible), and
a loose pair of jeans. Next to this, he places another
Goodnites diaper, a pair of socks, and a tee-shirt. He then
grabbed two towels from the hallway linen closet, and
hopped into the shower.
After getting dressed, Paul ate a tremendously big
breakfast, as he had gotten up half an hour earlier than
usual today, consisting of three eggs, two bowls of cereal,
four pieces of toast, and three tall glasses of orange
juice. He felt very full, and the meal was enjoyable. After
some television, Paul had snatched up his backpack and
headed out to the bus-stop.
As usual, it was dark when he got there, and no-one
else was there, because he was the only one at the bus-
stop. He placed his backpack against a tree, and leaned
against it, eagerly awaiting the bus's arrival. A familiar
yellow object with flashing, red lights approached, and he
The bus was bursting with activity. Paper wads flew
left and right, daily gossip echoed through the bus, and
the overall talking and noise was enough to convince anyone
that there had to be at least 1000 middle-schoolers on the
bus. However, there were only about 30 or so.
Paul quickly found an empty seat in the back, and sat
down in time to feel the bus start moving. He glazed over
and stared out the window, wondering what would happen in
school that day...
They arrived at the school with a powerful jolt which
knocked Paul to his senses. All the kids filed out of the
bus, and dashed to their lockers to begin a new day. Paul
followed in their attitude enthusiastically. The first
class arrived much faster than Paul had expected.
Upon entering Algebra I (his first class), all of
Paul's classmates looked at him quizzically for a brief
moment, then returned to their work. Paul was startled.
Could they know already?? Just by looking at me? He took his
usual place by Sam, towards the back of the room. He
greeted Sam, and Sam returned the gesture. He then began to
"Paul, what exactly are you wearing under those jeans?
It looks like a diaper or something, cuz it's like really
puffy around there, y'know.."
Paul shifted uncomfortably in his seat, making a very
audible crinkling sound. Many of the students stopped their
work and were obviously trying to focus their ears into Sam
and Paul's conversation. Paul, trying to defend himself,
and remain undiscovered, acted as casual as possible and
said "I don't know what you're talking about, Sam. I'm
wearing underwear under these jeans like everyone else, not
a damn diaper."
Sam looked at Paul, puzzled. "Paul, they don't make
plastic underwear that crinkles whenever you move. If
you're wearing a diaper, tell me. I'm one of your best
friends, and you know I wouldn't tell anyone else."
Paul pondered his offer momentarily, then violently
shook it out of his mind. "Sam, I told you, I don't know
what you're talking about, okay? Now c'mon, let's do our
work, or else we'll get in big trouble."
The rest of the class passed in the usual fashion,
except towards the end. That breakfast Paul had earlier was
taking it's toll now. A sharp, painful cramp appeared in
Paul's stomach, and he let out a soft moan. All he had to do
was hold it for 15 minutes until class had ended, and then
he could go to the bathroom when switching classes. He
didn't want to use the diaper NOW, because he'd be walking
around in a messy diaper for the rest of the day, because he
hadn't brought a change. He mentally whacked himself for
this, and continued to hold back. 14 minutes. Paul knew he
would never make it, but he continued to hold back. After
hours passed, there were 13 minutes left. Paul's stomach
was really beginning to hurt.
Paul raised his hand quickly, waving it in the air,
biting his lower lip nervously. Finally the teacher saw
him, and asked Paul what was so urgent to be flailing his
arms around like that.
"I need to use the bathroom QUICK... It's an
EMERGENCY!" Paul blurted out. Many of the other students
chuckled. Mrs. Stone, the Algebra teacher, could see the
obvious discomfort and strain in Paul's face, and permitted
him to go. As soon as Paul stood up, it happened.
It wasn't gooey this time, it was more of a solid log
as Paul pushed out the poop into his diaper in front of the
whole class. His face was beet red with embarrassment and
strain, as a new bulge formed and 'inflated' in the back of
his pants. Of course, not many students noticed, as they
were too pre-occupied with their work, so Paul left the
classroom in a hurry, although he took his time in getting
to the bathroom.
Luckily, the bathroom was empty when he arrived. Paul
went into the nearest stall, pulled down his jeans, and
pulled back the back part of his diaper. He saw the
molding, sickening log of waste there, and knew it would
smell horribly within a few moments. He couldn't go back to
class, everyone would smell it, and he'd have to sit down
in it, and he'd NEVER get cleaned up...
Paul slowly pulled the Goodnights diaper down his legs,
making sure that the poop would stay inside it. He then
overturned it over the toilet, and let the poop drop in,
which sprayed a small amount of water everywhere. There was
a small, brown stain on the diaper, but Paul figured that
wouldn't smell too much. He thoroughly cleaned himself with
some toilet paper, and then pulled the diaper back up to
his waist, followed by his jeans. Paul made a silent vow
that he would NEVER do that again. Or would he...?
The next class that followed was History. Paul took his
seat, also towards the back of the room, and started
working. The History class was uneventful. So was the
following English class. But Science was much different.
Paul, along with all of the other classmates in
Science, had to make a presentation in front of the whole
class about their research topic. Before Paul would have
liked, it was his turn. He slowly walked up to the head of
the classroom, wincing at each deafening crinkle that his
stained diaper was emitting. He'd remember to wear a pair
of regular underwear over his diaper from now on, to
prevent all the noise.
"My study was on the crayfish." Paul began. "The
crayfish originated in..." He stopped. The class looked at
him, and then looked at his jeans, and started laughing
hysterically. Paul couldn't figure out what they were
laughing about, so he looked down too, and was mortified at
A dark, yellow spot was forming in his crotch, and
slowly spreading over his diaper area. Paul then
immediately noticed the wetness in his diaper, and the
soggy feeling that it had whenever it was full. But he
hadn't wet himself purposely... how had it happened? Did he
really have an accident...? While pondering his
predicament, the Science teacher tapped Paul on the
shoulder, and quietly asked him if he was okay, and if he'd
like to go to the clinic. Paul dashed down to the clinic as
fast as he possibly could.
When he arrived there, he thankfully noted that the
clinic was empty. Apparently the nurse was informed of
Paul's predicament, because she had a pair of Pull-Ups
training pants laying on the counter. She led Paul to a back
room, and told him that boys his age shouldn't be having
accidents, etc., while removing his pants. Paul felt really
embarrassed, having an adult pull down his pants and
telling him that accidents were bad, and he started
sobbing. The nurse handed him a tissue, and rudely commented
"It's a good thing you had on that thick diaper, otherwise,
you'd be totally soaked!!".
She then took Paul's jeans, and handed him the Pull-Ups
diaper, and told him to put it on, and that there were baby
wipes located on the shelf. Paul cleaned himself up, and
put on the new diaper, opened the door, and peeked around.
The nurse was there, holding a plastic bag, tied up nicely,
and was talking on the phone, obviously to Paul's mother.
"Yes, young Paul today had an accident, and if he
wasn't wearing that diaper, I don't know what would have
come of him. I put another Pull-Ups on him, and have his
pants in a plastic bag here... what? You mean YOU didn't put
him in diapers? Well, that's something you can discuss with
Paul then, I suppose... but please come pick him up from
school, he's not in a condition to be here right now."
The nurse hung up the phone, and escorted Paul to a
bed, where she told him to lay down and wait for his mother
to arrive. Paul then realized how stupid he must look... a
13-year-old boy, laying in a clinic, wearing nothing but a
sweatshirt and a diaper. Funny, Paul thought to himself, how
just yesterday I thought about how great I looked like
this... now I'm thinking about how stupid I look... what'll
Mom think?? He shivered at the thought, and realized that
he would soon know, as his Mom just popped through the
EPISODE 3: Paul's Punishment
As Paul's mom entered the school clinic, she briefly
greeted the nurse with a soft smile, and thanked her for
all her trouble. She then redirected her attention to Paul,
laying on the clinic bed, wearing a sweatshirt and a
diaper, and her smile quickly faded into a look of rage and
"Come here, young man." Paul's mom said, a stern look
on her face. Paul approached her apprehensively. She took
him firmly by the hand, and took his jeans in her other
free hand, and led him out of the clinic, into the busy
halls, wearing only his diaper! Many of the other students
stopped and laughed at the 7th grader in Pull-Ups
disposable "training pants" with toy cars and planes on
them. Paul's mother was walking slow enough so that everyone
in the school got a chance to see his predicament. Tears
streamed down Paul's face, which was almost brick red, as
his mother lead him out to the car.
For the entire ride home, neither Paul or his mom
spoke. The silence was deafening and ominous, as Paul
dreaded what his punishment would be when he got home. Paul
watched the rolling trees pass by the passenger side's
window as he sobbed out what tears he had left. As he did
this, he suddenly began to wet his diaper again. He was
having another accident!! The warm, sticky urine puddled
around his crotch, and because the Pull-Ups were made for
someone 5 or 6, a yellow spot immediately formed in the
crotch, and quickly spread over the surface of the diaper,
becoming soggy and damp. He hoped he hadn't leaked on the
seat cushions of the car. Paul believed now that he was
physically ill, and he didn't point out to his mother what
he was doing, as she didn't seem to notice. She kept a
stern view on the road ahead, and Paul could see his house
As Paul's mom got out of the car, Paul attempted to
open his door. His mom quickly rushed over, and helped him
out of the car, took his hand, and led him into the house,
and upstairs to his room. Paul gasped when he saw what was
"Your father and I were putting away some clothes last
night, and found these diapers in your bottom drawer." She
picked up a Goodnights diaper off of the dresser and waved
it in front of Paul's face. "Wherever you got these, you
got them yourself, so you *must* have wanted to wear them
yourself. You must have also wanted to use them yourself."
His mom produced the plastic bag Paul had dumped out of the
bathroom window earlier yesterday. I came across this while
gardening the flowers, after finding your diapers. I was
going to save this until you got home, but instead thought
now would be the appropriate time."
Paul's room had been COMPLETELY done over. It didn't
even closely resemble his room anymore! In it was an
oversized white crib, that had a locking top, along with
arm and leg restraints. His dresser had been replaced by one
with the animals from Beatrix Potter's Peter Rabbit. Paul
wasn't too sure he wanted to know what was inside there.
Perpendicular to his crib was a very large changing table,
except much lower to the ground. Paul noticed that the
shelves were stacked high with disposable Pampers-brand
diapers, or so they looked, but much bigger. And much
As Paul was very dazed and confused at this point, he
didn't put up any resistance when his mom grabbed his hand
and lead him over to the changing table. She instructed him
to get on top of it, which Paul did, still completely
bewildered that his mom would go through with this. He laid
on his back as she removed his sweatshirt, exposing his wet
diaper. His mom grabbed both his ankles with one hand, and
lifted up his legs. Stealthily, she next pulled the Pull-
Ups diaper off of his butt, and put his legs back down on
the changing table. She then grabbed a baby wipe from the
container on the shelf with the diapers, and thoroughly
wiped Paul's crotch and butt. She then very generously
applied baby powder, until his crotch was covered in a white
substance, and she then lightly rubbed it in, making sure
Paul received no pleasure from the gesture. She then
grabbed one of the diapers from the shelf, and in the same
way she lifted his legs to remove the Pull-Ups diaper, she
lifted them again, and laid the diaper beneath his butt.
Paul thought it had to be at least an inch thick. His mom
then replaced his legs, and spread them, to bring up the
front of the diaper. She pulled it tightly over his crotch
and tightly fastened the tapes. Paul began to sit up, but
she pushed him back down with her hand. Paul's mom next
grabbed a pair of plastic pants, with elastic leg holes and
an elastic waist band, and put them on him. She instructed
him to get off the table, and stand there, which Paul did
hastily. Neither of them had spoken yet.
Paul's mom went behind Paul, and Paul could feel the
pressure on his waist tighten. He then heard a click, and
reached back to the back of the plastic pants, and felt a
padlock in it's place. He tried to get the plastic pants
off, but couldn't do it.
With tremendous strength (and the fact that Paul didn't
weigh much for his age), his mom hoisted him up into her
arms, cradled like a baby. She then presented a pacifier,
with two strings hanging from either side, and stuck it in
his mouth. She next pulled the strings behind his head, and
tied them tightly. She then carried her baby...er, Paul,
over to his crib, and dumped him inside. Paul grabbed the
bars of the crib as his mom closed and locked the top
firmly. It was then that Paul realized that all of the crib
was in full view of the window, and all the 13year-old was
wearing was a diaper and a pacifier, neither of which he
could get off.
Then, Paul's mom left the room, closing the door behind
her. Paul tried furiously to get the plastic pants off, but
couldn't. He then tried to remove the pacifier, but
couldn't do that either. Next, he looked to the top of the
crib, and tried to open it, but it was locked very securely,
as if it were specially made to imprison Paul himself. Paul
buried his face in his hands, hoping that people would not
recognize Paul in a diaper. He then cried furiously, but
couldn't make much noise, because of the pacifier in his
mouth. Moments later, Paul's mom returned.
"Pauly," she began, looking at Paul with a stern look.
Paul immediately stopped crying and looked up at his mom
with longing eyes. She ignored the look, and continued: "I
have taken you out of school for the rest of the year. You
will doubtfully be attending school the next year, either.
Or the year after that. Instead of being a student, you
will become the baby you wanted to be, which you have
showed your father and I that you want to be by purchasing
and wearing and using those diapers (she pointed to the
Goodnights on the dresser). You may also have friends over,
if you don't mind them seeing you in your diaper, and if
you don't mind them changing you and feeding you and
watching over you."
Paul knew he wouldn't be having any friends over.
"Also, this isn't just a punishment, Pauly, it's now
your life. You are a two-year-old toddler. You will always
remain a two-year-old toddler. Your kind of behavior
deserves no warnings, especially since you had TWO accidents
today, and you have seem to lost partial control of your
bladder. Soon, you'll probably lose all of it, but that
doesn't matter, as there aren't many two-year-old boys your
age that can control your bladder, are there?"
She continued: "I will change you once a day, and you
may be changed by anyone except for yourself. If I catch
you once trying to remove that diaper, I have many methods
of punishment that you WON'T find enjoyable. I advise not
trying to go to the bathroom much, because that diaper gets
pretty full, pretty quickly. Also, we will be going to the
store this evening, and you will be coming with me." Paul's
mom smiled at him, seeing his obvious fear of the
"Now, I want you to take a nap, and get rested up. If
you have to go to the bathroom, don't tell me, just use
your diaper. If you've just used your diaper, don't tell
me, because I'll change your diaper when I want to, not
when you need it. By the way, I am going to give all your
old clothes to your cousins when they come to visit this
weekend, and you have an entire new wardrobe, which you'll
get to see as I put it on you. I'm sure you'll want to have
a little fun later, so I am going to have your friends Sam
and Alex over to see the new Paul." She was really enjoying
"Here you go, wittle one..." Paul's mom handed him
Teddy, which Paul accepted into his arms lovingly,
realizing that it was one of the only friends he had left.
His mom then left the room.
Paul laid down, and felt the thickness of the diaper
between his legs and beneath his bottom. His legs were
spread out from the width of the diaper in his crotch, and
he realized that he'd be a real mess if he had to use it.
Thank goodness for the plastic pants, Paul thought to
himself, but the damn things are also getting in the way of
getting my diaper off. Realizing that his mom would be
pretty steamed otherwise, Paul laid down, facing the long
window, clutched his Teddy beneath his chin, and actually
drifted off to sleep.
When Paul awoke, he was startled for a moment to find
himself in a diaper and a crib, when he then remembered his
predicament. He tried to sigh, but the pacifier in his
mouth made it next to impossible. His mom entered the room,
and looked down at Paul, who had started crying again.
Paul's mom ignored it as she unlocked the crib, and pulled
her diapered, pre-teen son from the crib. She then laid him
down on the changing table, and removed his plastic pants,
but not his diaper. She left him there, and went to his
dresser, and removed a green, long sleeved shirt from it.
She then put this on Paul, stopping his movement all the
way. She next removed from the dresser a pair of Osh-Kosh
B'Gosh brand overalls, which looked just like the kind they
made for toddlers, and put them on Paul. They fit nicely,
which made the bulge in Paul's crotch and butt very obvious
that he was wearing a diaper. Paul's mom next applied
Paul's socks and Velcro shoes, featuring Simba from the Lion
King on the side. Leaving the pacifier in his mouth, and
grabbing a diaper bag from next to the changing table, she
lead Paul by the hand out to the car. It was time to go to
the store, and Paul's punishment was really about to begin.