Kidnapped in Diapers

Summary: A boy is tricked and kidnapped by a man who enjoys reversing 
potty training.

Hi my name is Ranley, I'm 7 years old and I was your usual everyday 
boy-- you know: toys, comic books, Xbox 360-- but I'm here to tell you 
a story about how I come to wear diapers and about the horrible 
kidnapping that happened to me. You see, it all started in a park with 
the usual acquaintances, the slide, the swing set and the jungle gym 
being one of them. I was busy in the swing set trying to see if I can 
flip the swing over. After a few minutes I decided to get off and play 
in the sand, my mom came up to me and said, "I gotta go use the 
restroom, It'll be a minute."

While I was playing in the sand a guy came up and said, "I have candy 
in the trunk of my car, Want some?" I said yeah and I followed him to 
his car he took out a towel and knocked me out by covering my mouth. He 
then put me into his car and took me to a location he knew.

I woke up a few hours later discovering that I felt like I peed a 
little and discovered I wasn't wearing pants and my underwear was gone. 
I was wearing a diaper, Luvs Size 6, I think and I also found myself 
tied up to a chair that was bolted to the ground. The area around me 
was dark with a few windows on the top left and right, illuminating the 
room a little. After a few minutes of being here the same man who 
tricked me came in and saw that my diaper was wet. So he took mine off, 
powdered me and put a new one under my bottom. Nevertheless, the 
feeling of a dry diaper was better than a wet one.

Meanwhile, back at the park, My mother was just coming out of the 
bathroom when she noticed that I wasn't there. She began looking in the 
usual places, then she started looking everywhere, then she decided to 
involve the police in which she picked up her phone and dialed 911. 
This is the conversation between them:

Dispatch: "911, What is your emergency?"
Mom: "Hello?, My son can't be found!"
Dispatch: "Calm down, What does he look like?"
Mom: "His name is Ranley Balbouer, He's Caucasian, 4'5 and has blond 
hair."
Dispatch: "and where did you last see him?"
Mom: "At the park but I can't find him there anymore!"
Dispatch: "All right, Calm down, We'll look for your son."
Mom: "Place bulletins on TV, milk cartons, anything, just find my son!"
Dispatch: "Okay, We'll do everything we can."
Mom: "Thank you, you don't know how much I'm relieved."
Dispatch: "Glad to help a citizen."

It's been a day now and I�m still trapped in this building. I've been 
through 7 diaper changes through the last day and I've eaten only 3 
times. I'm beginning to miss my mom. Back at the house my mom waits 
patiently for me while slightly worrying for me. Then she receives a 
call. She instantly recognizes that it's a police officer and he has 
news to tell.

Then mom says, "What's the bad news?" and he says "Well, after a day of 
searching, we can't find your son." She is devastated and starts her 
downwards spiral into a breakdown.

She then says, "Well, can you widen your search efforts?"

He says, "We can and will, we will find your son, you have my 
guarantee."

She is at ease and says "thanks" and hangs up. She is still on a 
downward spiral.

Meanwhile, back at the building, I had just burst from holding it in 
and had just let it go in my diaper and my bladder had just let out, 
too, when I let out my poo. Anyways, the man came in with a clean 
diaper and discovered that I had such a messy diaper. He put the clean 
diaper and powder down and went back to get something. We see the man 
going into the bathroom where he keeps all the diapers to get the baby 
wipes. After a few minutes he returns to take off my dirty diaper and 
clean me. He then powered and diapered me as usual and left to get my 
dinner. After a few minutes I saw the dinner he brought me. It was a 
steak with green beans and mushrooms saut�ed in a red wine gravy. He 
cut it up and force fed it to me. He then made me chew and swallow the 
food. He also served me his drink and again he made me swallow it, then 
he retired through the door.

It's been 15 days now and I have started to take a liking to my 
diapers, even though I don't want to. I have to pee and poop in them 
because there's nowhere else for me to go. I am in the middle of having 
my diapers changed and after he's done changing me he retires through 
the door. He then heads to what we haven't seen before. He goes to a 
control room where I was being monitored through cameras and a computer 
that's currently recording the footage. The room also has a phone for 
contacting his friends. After a few minutes of watching me, he decides 
to call someone and this is how it went.

Friend: "What up?"
Kidnapper: "Yeah, I'm busy watching the pleasure of his capture."
Friend: "What kind of capture?"
Kidnapper: "Well I put a diaper on his crotch and removed his pants so 
he has no choice to use them."
Friend: "That's really clever of you."
Kidnapper: "I know. You have got to come see this."
Friend: "I can't, I don't wanna blow your cover."
Kidnapper: "Well I understand, totally understandable."
Kidnapper: "Bye, fellow Kidnapper."

He then continues to watch me and a few minutes later I let a load of 
pee and poop out in my diaper in which he waits a few minutes to clean, 
power and diaper me with a clean one.

Okay, it's been 30 days now and I'm starting to let some of my pees and 
poops out without me noticing. I've had 14 diaper changes over the last 
30 days and I'm starting to forget my mom and most of my potty 
training. Back at the house, Mom decided to meet up with a friend and 
talk about his captured and missing son.

Friend: "It must be hard on you"
Mom: "Of course it's hard on me, my son is missing!!!"
Friend: "All right, calm down, calm down."
Mom: "How can I calm down? My son is missing!"
Friend: "You know what I do. I call the police and let them find my 
son."
Mom: "I did, and they still haven't found them, most of their forces 
are out looking for my son."
Friend: "Hey, You know what another thing I do, I wait around for my 
son because I know our police force and I know that they're reliable."
Mom: "Easy for you to say. My son means everything. You don't even have 
a son!"
Friend: "Okay, Okay, Listen I gotta go, but remember, Wait for him, 
he'll come back."

And her friend gets in the car and drives away into the sunset. Back at 
the building, he did something a little different. He brought out a TV 
and said, "You like TV, don't you? Well, starting this day, You can 
have all the TV you want." He then turned it to Noggin and let me go 
about my business. A few hours later he came in after I let it all go 
to change my diaper and he turned the TV to PBS Kids Sprout.

Okay, It's been 2 months and I have completely lost all bladder and 
bowel control and have forgotten all of my potty training. I don't even 
know what a toilet is anymore. I have also been entertained prematurely 
by all the preschool stuff on the TV. By their terms I have become a 
baby. The man comes in here and turns on the TV and feeds me my lunch 
then leaves. I become enthralled as the preschool characters entertain 
me and I laugh like a baby. A few hours and a few diaper changes later 
he looks up my address in my control room and then begins to put some 
sleeping powder in my food. He then turns off the TV and feeds me my 
food. I then feel sleepy then black out. He unties me and carries me to 
his car where he give me a bunch or Ruphies that make me forget the 
past two months. He then pulls out his car and the building is 
discovered to be a warehouse all along. When he makes his way to the 
house he then opens the trunk and pulls out a ladder, he carries the 
kid up to his room, takes off his clothes and his diaper and leaves the 
clothes he had on in his closet. He then puts him in his pajamas and 
tucks him into bed. He then gets out and closes his window and leaves 
heading to his warehouse.

It's seems like morning and it felt like it was just a dream. I 
discovered that my bed was wet and went to my mom to tell that my bed 
was wet and she discovered she was back, she said, "I never thought I 
would see you again." She then called the police and told them to call 
of the hunt as she found her son. They are satisfied and call off the 
hunt. She then began to make me breakfast. When she was done she would 
call me and I put on my shirt, pants and underwear, I went downstairs 
and began to eat the food and after a few minutes of eating, I peed 
without me noticing. My mom became enraged and carried me to the car 
where she took me to her local warehouse store, She then bought me 
Pampers Size 6 and diapered me in it instantly. She also removed my 
pants, she also bought many baby supplies like pacifiers, baby toys, a 
crib, and formula, and my life became that instantly when we went home 
where she set up the crib and all the baby stuff in my room.

A few years later she tried to potty train me, This is where most of my 
memories came back and I became feared to use the toiled again as I 
have become petrified. She spanked me, she tried offering me rewards, 
she even tried pleading, in the end nothing worked and she just backed 
off letting him pee and poop in his diapers all he wants. She tried and 
she couldn't get him to potty again and I became a diaper wearer until 
death.

So this is my story on how I became a diaper wearer, a horrible one. I 
will write on my later adventures soon but for now this is goodbye.