| Title:
| Forced to Wear Pull-Ups at Daycare
|
| Name:
| Pull-Up Fun
|
| Email:
| Not given
|
| Gender:
| Male
|
| Current Age:
| 15
|
| Posting Date:
| 11/09/08
|
| 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:
|
A 12-year-old boy is dropped off at daycare and wets himself on the after lunchtime walk.
After that, punishment is inevitable�
|
Chris was an average-sized twelve-year-old who was a good student, and
was glad to be out of school for Christmas vacation. The only downside
was that he would have to go to daycare because his single mother had
to work (he has rich grandparents that help out around Christmas, don�t
worry.) One morning he got up and walked out to the kitchen, where he
found a steaming bowl of oatmeal. He sat down and started eating. His
mom walked in and said, "Well, I am gonna get going here in a minute,
so eat up." Chris followed her advice and gobbled the delicious
globbiness. Within twenty or so minutes, they were pulled up in front
of the daycare center.
"Tell Miss Thomas that I will pay her at six when I come to pick you
up, okay?"
"Okay mom. Love you," said Chris.
"Love you too, honey," said Chris's mom, who kissed him on the cheek as
he got out of the car. He walked over to the door of the day care and
walked in. He said hello and hung his coat up. He then just pulled out
his PSP (Sony PlayStation Portable) and played for the next two hours.
Then Miss Thomas spoke up and said it was time for their before lunch
walk. Chris shrugged and got his coat on. Then the group of twelve
children present all filed out the door and began their walk. After
about five minutes Chris had to pee. He shrugged it off, but two
minutes later it intensified. Within five minutes he grabbed himself,
but it was too late. Hot pee trickled out around his hand through his
jeans. He tried to hide it, but eight-year-old mike shouted, "Chris
peed! Eew!" Miss Thomas whipped her eyes over to Chris and realized
that this was true. She grabbed his wrist and dragged him the rest of
the way back to the daycare. She dragged him through the door to a
changing table, where she whipped his pants and boxers off of him,
exposing his penis and balls. She held his hands so that he could not
cover himself. She then grabbed a pull up and put it on him.
"I'm not wearing this!" he exclaimed.
"Oh, yes you are!" she fired back.
She took him off the table and patted his butt.
"Can I have my pants back?" he asked.
"Sorry. They have to be clean, and they have pee on them, which you
obviously can't hold. Just use the pull-up for peeing and pooping. I�ll
change you." replied Miss Thomas.
Chris started to cry, but stopped when Mrs. Thomas said that he could
play his PSP. He wiped the tears from his eyes, and resumed his gaming.
An hour later he had to pee and poop. He tried to ignore the feeling
but he couldn't. He went and pleaded with Miss Thomas, but to no avail,
he just trudged, crying back to where he was sitting previously.
Finally, he could not hold it anymore, and he heard his pee hissing
into the pull up, and felt his poop filling up the back of the pull up.
He was horrified, and felt like crying, but held back his tears. When
he went up to Miss Thomas and asked to be changed, she refused because
he had been mouthing off to her when she diapered him. He cried some
more, but she just ignored him and said it was naptime. He whimpered as
he sat down on the cot and poop squished on his butt. He felt his pee
soaked front of the pull up squish between his legs as he lay on the
cot in the fetal position. He fell asleep wet, poopy, and upset.
When he woke up, an hour had passed and his stomach sunk when he felt
the smelly load still smooshed around his butt, and his slippery piss
rubbing against his penis. Finally, Miss Thomas picked Chris up and
carried him over to the changing table.
To be continued.....