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 the supermarket. 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 little more. 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 minute. 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 commented aloud. 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 loaded diaper. 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 home. 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 the door?" "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 dirty diaper!!" "What smell, Mom? I don't smell anything." Paul quickly responded. "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 ex
pression 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 behind her. 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 again. 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 ob ject with flashing, red lights approached, and he hopped inside. 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 speak: "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 the sight. 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 clinic doorway. 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 disgust. "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 approaching. 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 there. "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 thicker.. 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 situation. "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 this. "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.
peedidhe 22-25, M 12 Responses 9 May 11, 2008