| Title:
| Diaper Punishment- Most Embarrassing Moments
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| Name:
| Max
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| Email:
| Not shown
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| Gender:
| Male
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| Current Age:
| 30
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| Posting Date:
| 08/02/09
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| Story Contents:
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| 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
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| Summary:
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Max is forced to be a baby as a punishment. Here are some of his most embarrassing
moments.
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| Deekerian Score (20 is max.)
[?]:
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13 (65%)
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I came home from school one day and saw my mom standing in front
of the door, with her arms crossed and she looked mad. As soon as I got
close enough, she grabbed me by the arm and dragged me inside.
She brought me over to the answering machine and pressed play.
The first message was from my social studies teacher.
�Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Thompson. I�m just calling to say that I�ve
been having some trouble with Maxim in class. He�s been acting babyish
and immature. I suggest that you punish him-� and my mom cut it off.
She turned to me. �You bet we will.� I gulped.
�Come up to your room,� she said. I opened my door and gasped. My
room was completely empty except for a crib and a changing table.
�If you�re going to act like a baby,� my mom said, �we�re going
to treat you like one. Now take off your clothes.�
�No!� I shouted.
�TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES!� my mom screamed. I stripped down to my
boxers.
�Underwear too,� she ordered. I sheepishly took them off.
�Get on that changing table and lie on your back,� she said. She
called in my twin sister, Megan. As soon as she came in, she started
cracking up.
�You will not be allowed to use the bathroom anymore,� my mother
said. �From now on, you will go in your diaper and ask either Megan or
I to change you.� She then proceeded to instruct Megan on how to change
my diaper. After I was suited up, she stuck a pacifier in my mouth and
put me in the crib.
�You can�t do this to me!� I shouted. �I�m 13 years old!�
�No talking, baby,� she said, and then closed the door. From then
on, I couldn�t use the bathroom, I sat in a high chair, and ate only
baby food. Even for lunch at school, my mom would only pack baby food.
Luckily, when we went out in public I was allowed to wear clothes over
my diaper, and at school too. I usually held it as long as I could and
went at school, so I wouldn�t go in my diaper. Here are a few
particularly embarrassing moments:
One day, my mom, Megan, and I were in the mall. I had to go to
the bathroom, so I stopped and relieved myself, hoping they wouldn�t
notice. Unfortunately, Megan did.
�Mom, I think the little baby wet his diaper,� Megan announced
louder than necessary.
�Did you?� my mom asked. I nodded.
�Well, we can�t change you in the boy�s room, and you can�t come
with us into the girl�s room. I guess we�ll have to change you on a
bench out here.� Despite my pleas, I had to lie down on a bench while
they pulled down my pants, revealing my wet diaper for all to see. Some
people stopped and watched.
While my mom changed me, Megan �accidentally� knocked my wet
diaper onto my jeans, covering them in pee.
�Oh dear,� my mom said. �I guess you just can�t wear pants until
we get home.� Megan, seeing an opportunity to embarrass me further, did
the same thing to my shirt. I was going to have to wear nothing but a
diaper for the rest of the day (we were staying past dinnertime.)
A security guard came over and said to my mom, �Excuse me ma�am,
but next time you change your� he hesitated- �baby�s diaper, we�re
going to have to ask you to do it in the restroom.�
�Oh, I�m sorry,� my mom said.
So until about 9:00 that night, I was walking around wearing
nothing but a diaper while people took pictures and laughed. I kept
having to go into the girl�s room to get changed. Luckily, I didn�t see
anybody from my school, so my secret was safe for now.
Another bad moment was at school one day. It was in 6th period,
the third-to-last. I started to have to go poop in the beginning of the
period. By the time the 45 minutes were up, I really had to go.
Unfortunately, my teacher kept us a little late and I couldn�t go in
between classes. I tried to hold it for as long as I could.
In 7th period, we had a huge test. When I asked if I could go to
the bathroom, the teacher said, �You should have gone before you came
here.� So I had to hold it for a long time there too. We couldn�t leave
until our tests were done, so I had to stay an extra 5 minutes, so I
didn�t have time to go again.
8th period ended at normal time and I thought I would be able to
go to the bathroom before I went on my bus. But, my teacher held me
after to talk about my slipping grades in the class. After our little
chat, I had to literally run to catch my bus. Somebody else who was
rushing bumped into me, and I fell down. While I was falling, my bowels
loosened and I went in my diaper.
I had to sit in it the entire bus ride home, and as soon as I got
home, I ran downstairs to find my mom. She was working on the computer.
�Mom, can you change me?�
�Not right now, Max, I�m very busy. Go ask your sister,� she
said.
�But mom-�
�No buts! Go ask your sister!�
I trudged up to my sister�s room and opened the door. She was
sitting with five girls from our grade, including one I like.
�Can I ask you something?� I asked.
�Sure, what?� she replied.
�No, out here.�
�Anything you can ask me, you can ask in front of my friends.�
They all nodded in agreement.
�Fine,� I said. �Can you change me?� I muttered.
�What was that? I didn�t quite hear you.�
�Can you change my diaper?� I said, louder. All the girls
laughed.
�Sure I can,� she said. Then all of her friends asked to come,
too. They all helped change my poopy diaper, and I was sure everybody
would know by the next day.
Luckily for me, not everybody knew. But there were now rumors
going around. Being in 8th grade, they ranged from me having a horrible
disease so I had to wear the diaper, to me wanting to, from me being
mentally challenged so I had no control over my bladder.
After 8th period, I was at my locker when the hottest girl in my
school, Gabby, called me over.
�Um, what?� I said nervously. Being a total loser, I knew
something was up.
�I was just wondering if�� she leaned in real close to me.
�What?� Instead of answering, she grabbed my arms and held them
behind my back. Her boyfriend came up and pantsed me. Everybody saw my
diaper.
�Ha!� Gabby shouted. �It�s true!� I ran home crying, with
everybody behind me, chanting �Baby! Baby! Baby!� From then on,
everybody would bring a different baby object each day and stick it in
my locker. They forced me to wear a pacifier whenever teachers weren�t
around. They would make sure I never got to use the bathroom, and they
would change me in the hallways (the teachers didn�t pay very good
attention to us.)
When I tried complaining to my mom, she said, �Maybe next time
you�ll think twice about being childish and immature.�
Oh yeah, did I mention that my social studies teacher had
actually called the wrong family?