| Title:
| Staying in Diapers
|
| Name:
| Nick
|
| Email:
| Not given
|
| Gender:
| Male
|
| Current Age:
| 12
|
| Posting Date:
| 04/11/10
|
| 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
|
|
| Deekerian Score (20 is max.)
[?]:
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6 (30%)
|
My mom and dad were about to leave me at my friends house. They waited
for me to go inside and then left. They went to Cuba, leaving me at my
friends. I walking in and I followed him down the hall... He showed me
my drawers. I was curious on why he gave me all but one in one dresser.
He says those are his underwear. "Do you guys want chicken fingers?"
"Yes," we replied.
At seven-thirty his mom came up into the room, "Here is how it works,
one accident is one day in baby, one bed wetting you get diapers for
the week, and pooing you get diapers permanently. Okay?" We nodded.
After dinner I had a stomachache.
I told his mom. Suddenly I had pooed. I still think she put laxatives
in my food; she took me and Jackson to the changing room. We got
changed into diapers that had patterns. She gave us a pacifier and we
had a nap. I woke up two hours later by Jackson... he had pooed his
diaper.
Wait, Jackson is an "only" child (has one brother in college), but he
has diapers. Everyone stayed home before dinner. That means, Jackson
wears diapers.
I noticed when I woke up mine was wet. Today instead of playing COD we
played games in a playpen and shit our pants.
I really like seeing Jackson in diapers. He seems to be used to them.
His mom came in, "You babied need a diapy change?" She lifted us out
like babies. I wet the bed so I had to wear diapers to be as well.
Instead of sleeping in a bed I slept in a crib with Jackson. I looked
at his diaper. I remembered I packed a camera; I could take picture to
humiliate him. I took pictures I also took them of me to see what I
look like. I was cute. It was weird though.
Day 3/7
We watched TV while Jackson�s mom came in; it was a plate of baby
food... I ate them, it was disgusting. After 15 minutes I had the runs.
I weighed myself and I came in at 67, not bad for a 9 year old.
Day 4/7
We slept until 12:08, I had wet and pooed my diaper and I loved it I
slept like a baby. . . HAHA. After my shower, I got changed. Powder
spread through the room and I loved the smell. Jackson lives 6 houses
down from Jeff. He came, as he came in Jackson�s mom took him, changed
him, and put him in a crib with a pacifier in hi mouth. He cried. At
7:00 Jackson�s mom phoned Jeff�s mom to see if he could stay for a
sleep over. She said yes.
We ate dinner on Jackson�s "bed" and then played call of duty for 3
hours. I had to pee bad so I did it in my diaper. The next days are
normal, I got changed crapped my diaper. The usual.
Day 7/7
I packed my clothes I haven�t used and put my pants on. Jackson�s mom
sent me home with 16 diapers. After 2 hours, I naturally peed and pooed
my pants. I had told my mom and she said if I do it again I will wear a
diaper.
I put on Jackson�s diaper and I found old baby stuff in the bathroom.
changed and I went back to the computer, I had no shirt on and I leaned
forward, while my mom walked in, she saw my diaper. "Why don�t you go
to Jason�s house?" So I did.
We played hockey for and hour then I headed back, it was 7 o'clock. I
walked into my room to change my diaper. It was light blue, and it was
a baby room. Since you wear diapers you will be a baby. I was
frightened and I shit my pants. "Here are the rules, you will be my
baby and poo his diaper, if you want up you will say me want uppie. If
you pooed then you will say, 'me poopie my diapy mummie. If you spit
your pacifier out you will be spanked. You will be like this until you
learn to be a big boy!"
It was one week after I told her, "Mummy, I have something to tell you.
Jackson�s mom had put enemas in my food and I pooed my pants so she put
us in diapers and now I lost control." She changed my diaper, and sent
me out back, but I wore pants. She called me inside and I saw it back,
but the diaper changer was still there.
All in all, the past 4 weeks were fun.