| Title:
| Baby Ben is Back
|
| Name:
| Strydz
|
| Email:
| not given
|
| Gender:
| Male
|
| Current Age:
| not given
|
| Posting Date:
| 10/12/08
|
| Story Contents:
|
| A- Post-toddler (4-8)* | | R- Sisters, other girls* |
| | B- Pre-teen (9-12)* | ● | S- Babysitters |
| | C- Teen (13-17) | | T- Masturbation |
| | D- Adult (18+) | | U- Sexual situations |
| | E- Cloth diapers* | | V- Gay |
| | F- Disposable diapers | ● | W- Erections |
| | G- Pee | ● | X- Bedwetting |
| | H- Poop* | | Y- Accidents | ●
| | I- Exposed diapers/pantslessness* | ● | Z- Punishment/Diaper
Discipline |
| | J- Multiple diapers* | | 1- Female Domination* |
| | K- Baby paraphernalia | | 2- Enemas |
| | L- Mother | | 3- Restraints |
| | M- Father | ● | 4- Crying |
| | N- Aunt | | 5- Spanking |
| | O- Uncle | ● | 6- Humiliation |
| | P- Brothers (diapered) | | 7- Babying |
| | Q- Brothers (not diapered) | | 8- Regression |
| | *Denotes Deekerian story elements
|
|
| Summary:
|
Ben wishes to become a baby again. He has a plan that will make this happen.
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I�ve been potty trained during the day since I was four. I�ve been
potty trained at night since I was six. My parents called me a late
trainer. But, they stayed consistent and I eventually became potty
trained. All of this took place about ten years ago, and it is all
about to change.
You see, I want to be in diapers. Sure, I haven�t had to wear them
since I was six, but I long to. I long to feel the wetness squish under
my legs. I want to feel the softness of a cushy disposable on my balls.
Today my plan goes in to full swing, starting this morning with soaking
my bed. And then during the day every time I have to pee and I am going
to do so in my pants right where I am. I am going to keep at this until
my parents become so annoyed that they have to put me in diapers. Well,
here goes
nothing............................................Ah..................
...................I love it. My bed is soaked and my bladder is empty.
Time to put my plan into action.
�Mom,� I called, walking out of my room.
�What is it, sweetie?� she asks, coming to the bottom of the stairs.
�Oh my goodness, Ben! What happened?� She rushed up to me.
�I...I don�t know. I just woke up and...I was drenched,� I said. �I
didn�t mean to, I�m really sorry.� A tear falls down my cheek.
�Oh, sweetie it�s okay.� She says. �Now go take I shower, I�ll clean up
your sheets.� She wipes away my tear and smiles. Together we head to my
room. I grab a change of clothes and she starts collecting my wet
sheets.
�Mom...�I say
�Yes, sweetie?�
�Can we just keep this between us, and not tell dad, please?�
�Sure, Ben, this can be just between us.� Again she smiles and leaves
the room.
In the shower I congratulate myself on a job well done, back there. I
can�t believe I pulled that off. Even the tear, it�s amazing! And the
whole �don�t tell dad thing,� like he�s not gonna know by the end of
the day. I regain composure and turn off the water.
When I go downstairs my mom is stuffing my sheets into the washer and
my dad is sitting at the table reading the paper. I grab a banana and a
glass of milk and join my dad at the table.
�Hey, son,� he says.
�Morning dad.�
�Big Colts game�s tonight,� he said folding up his paper. My dad loves
sports. I normally them with him, my mom could care less. The Colts
were playing the Patriots tonight and we had high odds to win. The
Patriots quarterback, Tom Brady, is out all season and they are
suffering because of it.
�Yeah, I think we have chance, since Brady is out.�
�We could take them even with their precious quarterback,� My dad said
to me.
�I�m not sure.�
�Oh, boys and their sports,� my mom said kissing both of us on the
forehead. I Blush and wipe it away, but my dad just kisses her back.
�Maybe the two of you could go outside and play football instead of
just watching it.�
�Yeah, that�s a good idea, what do you think son?� my dad asks.
�Sounds like fun.� I knew it would be, my dad was probably the worst
sports player in the world, but he always made it fun.
***************
I�m back up in my room, now. I really have to pee, but I am about to go
outside to play with my dad. I hadn�t intended on peeing outside so
I�ll just hold it until I get back inside.
My dad is outside when I get there. He�s holding a football and there
is a Frisbee at his feet.
�Ready, Ben?� He asks me.
�Yeah, dad,� My dad launches the ball and I catch it. The only thing
running through my mind is �Man I really have to pee!!� I throw the
ball back. And as always my dad doesn�t catch. When he throws it back I
catch it. But as soon as I catch it I begin peeing. I look around to
make sure that no one else is outside, to my relief there isn�t anyone.
Reality comes back to me when my dad comes rushing over. I throw a
shocked meets horror look on my face.
�Ben, are you okay? Did I hit a nerve or something?� He asks me.
�I don�t know. I didn�t even know that I had to pee! I am so sorry I
really am.�
�It�s okay, son. Let�s go inside.� My dad leads the way.
Inside my mom is cleaning the house when she sees us come in. �What are
you two doing in so soon?� She then notices me. �Oh, honey, what
happened?�
I look down at my feet and blush furiously. �I...I don�t know. I didn�t
mean to and I�m really sorry. I didn�t even know I had to pee. Sorry
mom.�
She walks over to me and lifts my chin up with her hand. �It�s okay
Ben, it�s not your fault, just go upstairs and get cleaned up.�
As I head upstairs I overhear my parents� conversation:
�What happened?� My mom starts off.
�I really don�t know. I just passed him the ball and when he caught it
he just...went.�
�That makes two times today,� My mom says, confused.
�Twice, when was the first time?�
�He completely drenched his bed last night and woke up covered in pee.�
�He wet the bed! Julie he�s fourteen and still wetting his bed!�
�He is probably just stressed, it should all pass.�
That was the end of the conversation.
***************************************
During the rest of the day I peed my pants four more times. My parents
were confused, frustrated and sick of it. My plan was working
perfectly.
�But, I don�t mean to. I don�t know why this is happening. I�m really
sorry,� I begged, tears slipping out of my eyes.
�Ben, I swear if you wet your pants one more time, you will be punished
beyond what has ever been done before.�
My mom came rushing over, �David, calm down.�
�He�s fourteen, Julie, and still wetting his pants. He�s not a baby
anymore!�
Now I�m crying real tears, because I am making my parents fight.
My mom notices and walks over to me. �Ben, go up to your room; we will
be there in a minute.�
I obey, and go up to room, and sit and wait for what seems like hours
until they finally come in.
�I�m really sorry,� I begin, about to confess to my crime.
�Sweetie, its okay.� My mom sits down next to me on my bed.
�Look Ben, your mother and I feel that you have been doing this,
wetting, on purpose, � My dad said.
�What!�
�If you wet your pants one more time, then we will be forced to punish
you in an unimaginable way. Now get yourself cleaned up and meet me
downstairs for the game,� he says and both my parents leave the room.
***********************************
We�re halfway through the game and I really have to pee. My dad�s eyes
are glued to the screen, so I figure it�s a good time to go. I breath
in and as I am breathing out I being peeing. It is the best feeling
until my dad�s voice cuts in.
�BENJAMIN!� he yells. To my surprise he leaves the room. Moments later
he reenters carrying my playpen from when I was little. He set it up
and turned to me. �Well. Get in,� he said.
�Dad, what are you doing...?� But before I could finish he picked me up
and put me in the playpen. �What are you doing?�
�I told you that if you wet your pants one more time that you would be
punished.�
�I can get out, you know.�
�You�d better not.� Was all he said before he sat back down and
continued watching the game.
Finally, the game ended and I was still in the playpen.
�Dad?� I asked in a whisper.
�What, Ben?�
�Can I get out now?�
�No, you may not, you�re sleeping in there tonight, just until we can
get a proper bed for you.� He said taking a blanket off the couch.
�What if I have to go to the bathroom?�
�Well, you seem fine with doing it in your pants, so that is where you
will do it� he said. �Mommy, is going to be out late tonight, so try to
get some sleep, okay?�
�Mommy?� You mean mom?�
He draped the blanket over me and said, �Night, night, baby Ben.� Those
words scared me like the first claps of thunder that threaten an all-
night storm.
*******************************
I woke up the next morning to the smell and feel of pee. I had wet my
pants and not even realized it. �Oh crap,� I thought. A puddle sat
around me because of the plastic bottom on the playpen. I looked
around, my living room had been baby proofed. There were little gates
on the stairs and baby locks on the doors. In the corner sat a toy box
filled with toys and other things I remember from when I was little. My
mom was in the kitchen, and when she saw that I was awake she walked
over to me. �How�s my baby today?� she asked ruffling my hair.
�What, I�m not a baby.�
�Of course you�re not, honey.� She said kissing my forehead. �Well it
looks like someone had a big accident, lets go get you cleaned up.� She
pulled me out and set me on the ground before taking my hand and lead
me upstairs. We went into my room, but it wasn�t even my room anymore,
or at least it didn�t look like it. There was a crib complete with
mobile where my bed used to be. My dresser had be fitted with a
changing table on top. A shelf sat with diapers, wipes, baby powder,
bottles, and everything else that a newborn baby would need.
�Where�s my room?� I asked.
�It�s right here, silly,� she laughed. �Lift your arms up.� I do as I
am told and she pulls off my shirt and reaches for my button and zipper
of my pants. I back away. �Sweetie, come here, I am your mother and it
is not like I haven�t seen it all before. Now come here.�
I went closer and she undid my pant and pulled off my soaked boxers.
�There that is better.� She left the room saying, �I am going to get
your bath ready.�
I was left naked in the middle of my room. I sat and waited until she
came back.
�Come on, Ben� My mom said picking me up and carrying me to the
bathroom. In the bathroom she set me in the tub, even though I made a
racket about being able to take a shower. She didn�t care and just
plopped me in.
�Mom, I can do this myself!� I whined.
�It�s mommy, dear and you are too little to do this yourself. Now stop
whining and it will be over faster.� She dumped water on my head and
scrubbed my hair with soap. The bath was actually much nicer than I had
expected. My mom took me out and wrapped a towel around my waist. She
then took me into my nursery and dried me off before placing me on the
changing table. There was a diaper already lying on the table that I
just got onto. My mom put some powder on me pulled the diaper up and
taped it. �There all better, now you can stay dry. A dry baby is a
happy baby. Let�s put your shirt on.� She pulled an Elmo shirt out from
my drawer and placed it over my head. The whole diaper and shirt combo
made me feel like I was three years old. I loved every minute of it.
�Sweetie, go downstairs to your daddy, he�ll make you some breakfast.�
�Can�t I wear pants, mommy?� I asked.
�No, sweetie, baby�s don�t wear pants. Now go down to your daddy.�