John's Last Stand
By Tiny Tony

	It had been three weeks since the last time John's 
parents had push the diaper issue. Once again like many 
other mornings beforehand, John woke in a wet bed. He got 
out of bed and followed the same pattern he had several 
times before. He put on a clean pair of night clothes and 
then pulled the sheets from his bed. He then when 
downstairs to the laundry room. He walked in to the kitchen 
and by his mother. She just looked at him and said, "John, 
don't you think a 14-year-old could do better?" John put 
his head down in the wet sheets he was holding and mumbled, 
"I'm not wearing diapers to bed!"
	The day wore on like any other hot summer's day, and 
by nightfall John was tired. At dinner something weird 
happened. His dad said, "Hey John, isn't there a movie out 
you would like to see?" John looked at his dad in surprise. 
It was 7 and he couldn't get in to a movie until 8 or 9. It 
would be 10 or 11 when he got home.
	"Ya, there is," he said, "but I don't have any money 
and I have to be home at 9, right?" he asked with a puzzled 
tone in his voice.
	"Here," his dad said. " It's on me tonight, now go 
call some friends and have fun." His dad handed him a $20. 
John got up and went to the phone. He soon had a group of 
friends to go to the show with. At the movie John had 4 
large cups of Coke. He got home at just after 10, the 
lights were off and the house dark. He walked up to the 
door and opened it. "They didn't even wait up for me," he 
thought to himself. He turned in the dark front hall to 
close the door softly as not to wake his parents. Just then 
someone grabbed him from behind. He tried to get away but 
found he couldn't.
	"HELP!" he yelled. Just then the lights came on. He 
saw his mother walk in. That's when he found it was his dad 
holding him.
	"What the hell is going on?" he said, very angry with 
his parents. His mom said nothing and stepped over to him. 
She pulled a gag out of her pocket and stuck it in his 
mouth and strapped it on him.
	"OK, lets go," his mom said. They started up the 
stairs to his room. When they got there he found it had 
been moved around a bit. On the bed there were hospital 
restraints. When John saw them he tried to get away but 
just couldn't. His dad forced him onto the bed and held him 
there while his mom put the leg restraints on him. He then 
forced him down and held each hand down while she put the 
wrist restraints on him. When she was done she said, "OK 
honey, go get the stuff and I'll get him ready."
	His dad then left the room. His mom pulled out a pair 
of scissors and started to cut his pants off. He cried and 
pushed on the restraints, but it was no use. Soon his pants 
were off and then his shirt. He now lay there in his 
underpants alone. Just as his mom finished with his shirt, 
his dad came back in to the room with a bag. First he 
pulled out a plain white T-shirt and a pair of what looked 
like leather cooking gloves. His dad gave them to his mom. 
His dad then grabbed one of his arms and unstrapped it and 
held it tight. His mom, with the help of his dad, put his 
arm though the sleeve. Then his mom put the one of the 
leather mittens on his hand and tightened it. His dad then 
strapped his arm back down and moved to the next side.
	After they finished with his other side, his dad 
pulled him up while his mom put the shirt over his head and 
pulled it down to almost his waist. By this time John was 
sobbing heavily and tears poured down his face. Then came 
the worst part-- his dad pulled a thick cloth diaper and a 
pair of plastic pants out of the bag. Once again John 
pushed and pulled on the restraints in protest. His mom 
slapped his leg hard the told him to stop it now. She then 
cut his underpants off. His dad undid his legs and held 
them while his mom put the diaper under him. She then 
pulled out some diaper rash cream and put some in her hand. 
John wanted to die as she gentle spread it all over his 
penis and bottom. Next she sprinkled baby powder on him. 
His dad put his legs down and held them far apart while his 
mom pulled the diaper up tightly in his crotch. She pinned 
the diaper on him. Then, with the help of his dad, put the 
plastic pants on him. His mom then helped his dad strap his 
legs back down. John felt like a toddler. The thick diaper 
made it hard to move and the mittens made it hard to move 
his hands. He was sobbing uncontrollably. His dad left the 
room.
	"There honey, that's not so bad, is it?" his mother 
said. "You won't wear a diaper at night on your own, so we 
are going to help you." His mom then wiped the tears from 
his face, and brushed his blond hair away from his face.
	"You'll see it will be better in the morning," his mom 
said. She then kissed him on the forehand and got up. She 
turned on a baby monitor on his dresser, then turned out 
the lights and left the room. John was so pissed off. He 
pulled and pushed to get out of the restraints, but it only 
made him hot and tired. He soon cried himself to sleep.
	As morning dawned John found that the gag had been 
removed he looked around. He was still restrained, and now 
the diaper he had on was soaked from all the soda the night 
before. He was only there for a few minutes when his mom 
came in.
	"I see my little guy is awake," she said with a smile. 
John was still pissed about the whole thing. His mom undid 
the strap on his arm. John pulled it away then noticed he 
couldn't do much with it in the mitten. His mom grabbed it 
back and undid and removed the mitten. She put his hand 
under his diaper.
	"See John," she said "Your bed is all dry."
	John felt with his hand and found that the bed under 
his diapered bottom was dry. Next his mom put his hand down 
the front of his diaper.
	"John, your diaper held all your pee pee so your bed 
stayed dry," his mom pulled out his hand and wiped it off. 
She then put it back in the mitten and strapped it back 
down.
	"BUT mom, I don't want to wear diapers," John said as 
tears came once more to his eyes.
	"I know you don't WANT to, but, you need to," his mom 
said. "Just take some time and think about it."
	She then left the room, John lay there and cry for 
about an hour before he stopped. After about 4 hours his 
mom came back in, she sat on his bed and gave him a bottle.
	"This is the best way to give you a drink," she said, 
"So, what do you think, are you going to wear diaper from 
now on? Don't worry if your not sure, you will have all 
weekend to make up your mind," his mom said. John finished 
his bottle and his mom got up to leave the room.
	"Mom?" John said "What if I don't want to wear diapers 
to bed?"
	"I guess you will be forced to wear them to bed," his 
mom said and then left the room. John spent the weekend 
being bottle-fed, spoon-fed, and diapered. By the end of 
the weekend he found that diapers worked well for his bed 
wetting, and they were not as bad as he thought. On Monday 
morning when he was finely let out he told his mom and dad 
that he would wear diapers from then on, as long as they 
helped him into them every once and a while. John wet the 
bed for a few years after that, and yes he was diapered 
ever night from then on.

THE END