| Title:
| Diapers for Christmas
|
| Name:
| Craig
|
| Email:
| Not shown
|
| Gender:
| Male
|
| Current Age:
| <8
|
| Posting Date:
| 01/10/10
|
| 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- White diapers* | | 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 | ●
| | | | 9- Baby paraphernalia |
| | *Denotes Deekerian story elements
|
|
| Summary:
|
I'm getting diapers for Christmas because I like to pee and poop in my
underpants, and when I do make it to the toilet to go poop I don't wipe
at all.
|
| Deekerian Score (20 is max.)
[?]:
|
11 (55%)
|
DIAPERS FOR CHRISTMAS
Hi my name is Craig and I�m seven years old. I�m going to tell you a
story on what I got for Christmas.
Mom asked me what I want for Christmas. I said to mom, �I already wrote
my letter to Santa Claus. I told him everything I want.�
�What did you all say?�
�I would like some toys, board games, games for the computer, some
clothes, candy and some stuffed animals.�
Mom looked at me and said, �That�s a good list; is there something else
you like that you did not mention?�
I said to mom, �No, I don�t think I lift anything out.�
I didn�t know anything but mom and dad went out (sometime when I was in
school) to buy me cloth and disposable diapers, baby wipes, baby
powder, a crib, bibs, changing table, high chair, baby bottles,
pacifiers and some baby/toddler toys.
We always go to grandma�s and grandpa�s house for breakfast early
Christmas morning and to see my aunts, uncles and cousins. We all had
our breakfast, then it was time to open presents. My grandma and
grandpa gave me lots of cloth and disposable diapers, just to name a
few things they gave me. My aunt X got me some toddler push cars. My
uncle J got me a playpen and my cousin B gave me a computer game for a
toddler. My aunt B gave me a computer game for a seven-year-old and my
uncle T gave me a shirt.
We were done opening presents and I asked grandma, �What�s the cloth
and disposable diapers for?�
�They�re for you.�
�But... Grandma, I�m a big boy and big boys don�t wear diapers.�
�You do know you dirty your pants like a baby.�
�But grandma, I�m a big boy� (now crying).
�You sound like a baby to me; now come on and let�s put disposable
diapers on you.�
�But grandma... aww, all right.�
Grandma took me into the other room and she took off my jeans and my
underwear.
�Oh, I see you already put skid marks in your underwear. Now let
grandma clean you up and powder you and put a nice fresh clean
disposable diaper on you.�
After grandma put me in the diaper she took my jeans and underpants out
to the other room to wash them with her, forcing me to walk around in
diapers. I stayed in the room where grandma put me in the diaper
because I didn�t want everybody to see me in diapers. Grandma came in
the room and said to me, �You can come out for pie.�
�No, grandma, I don�t want to come out and show my diapers.�
Then mom came in and said, �Come out for pie.�
�No, mom, I don�t want to and have everybody see me in diapers.�
�Yes, you are; now go out there and get your pie.�
�But mom...�
�No buts; now get *your* butt out there and go have some pie and be
with your cousins or I will take that diaper off and give you a
spanking and put the diaper back on and take you by the hand and drag
you out.�
�But mom...�
I said no buts; now come here!� (now crying again).
�Get over here now!�
�No, I don�t want a spanking!�
Mom came over to me, grabbed me by the hand, took off the diaper. All
this time I�m yelling, �No, mom! No, mom! I don�t want a spanking!�
Mom then started spanking me. When she was done spanking me she put the
diaper back on and said, �Now you come with me and come out to the
living room or I will call your dad in, and you know your dad spanks
harder, and he will take you by the hand and drag you out to the living
room in just your diapers-- no clothes on at all-- and you will be so
humiliated. Now, what�s it going to be? Are you going to come with me
or do I have to call dad in here?�
After we had our Christmas at grandmas and grandpa�s it was time to go
home. I was glad to get my clothes back so I wouldn�t have to go home
in just a diaper. After I got dressed and put my jacket on and
collected all my presents and put them in the car. We went home for the
day.
�When we get home you are to remove your jeans,� Mom said. After we got
in the car mom and dad looked at me and said, �You have more presents
at home.�
When we got home I went into my bedroom and removed my jacket and my
jeans. I then went out to our Christmas tree to open my presents from
Santa Claus. I got everything that I wanted from Santa Claus. Mom and
dad went to the other room where my presents were hiding from me. They
brought everything out and stuck all of them under the Christmas tree.
I opened the first present from mom and dad and they were cloth
diapers. The second present was the disposable diapers and the third
was the baby wipes, and then the baby powder and the crib, bibs,
changing table, high chair, baby bottles, pacifiers and baby/toddler
toys.
I liked the Fisher Price toys but I asked mom and dad, �What are all of
the baby items for?�
They said, �They are for you; you had quite a few accidents in your
underpants and when you do make it to the toilet you don�t wipe very
good, and you fell out of bed two or three times already and we�ve
caught you getting ready to fall out of your bed a couple more times,
so we think this is the thing for you. It seems to us, Craig, that you
don�t want to grow up like a seven-year-old boy, and seven-year-old
boys don�t go poo poo in there underpants.�
The end