| Title:
| Teen Boys MUST Wear Diapers
|
| Name:
| Stevie
|
| Email:
| Not given
|
| Gender:
| Male
|
| Current Age:
| 20
|
| Posting Date:
| 05/10/09
|
| 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
|
|
Teen Boys MUST Wear Diapers
Chapter 1
"Hey man, good game," Scott yelled at Justin as they walked off the
field. "You really showed them out there".
Justin smiled. He was king of the football team - star quarterback, the
school's most popular. Teachers even gave him undeserved passing grades
because he contributed to state and regional titles. As he stood at his
locker, he thought about how soon, it would all be over. "Senior year,"
he thought. "This is the end of my life as a little kid."
As he took off his jocks, he noticed something - a faint stain of
yellow on the front. It happened to him every time he peed; he just
couldn't get that last drop in the toilet. He hoped no one noticed, as
all his underwear were like that. Especially, he thought, not Scott.
You see, Justin had always had feelings for Scott, but he never knew
how to express it. He dreamed every night of cuddling up in Scott's
arms. It was funny, he thought, that in every dream Scott rubbed his
back, and tucked him in. He wanted to be loved, held, and cared for,
and no matter how cool or popular he was, he just never seemed to get
what he wanted. Sighing, Justin started the walk home.
As Justin headed home, his mom and sister April had a conversation in
the kitchen.
"It was just one time," Justin's mom said, "I'm sure it's nothing".
"HOW is this nothing?" April fired back. "Justin is seventeen.
Seventeen year olds don't just wet the bed." April was fuming. She'd
been trying to convince her mother for years now what needed to happen
with Justin, but she wouldn't listen. "He needs DIAPERS, mom. Anything
else won't be enough. Boys can't handle underwear."
"Look, April, I get your point, I do, but I just can't make such a big
decision at this point. Justin is applying to COLLEGE, for god sakes.
And the supplies, they're expensive. I know he wet, I know...just give
it a chance, OK? I'm gonna talk to him tonight."
"MOM, it was NOT just one time. Our bathroom is a mess - there are
always brown stains on the toilet seats, and rust on the radiators from
when he pees. Have you seen his underwear?!? Skid marks all over the
place. And now, he's having accidents. Wake up, mom. Wake up."
Justin's mom, Karen, wasn't hearing this for the first time. She knew
about his problems; she also knew it was typical. Were there any boys
who didn't do this stuff? She thought of her friend Amy; Amy was always
saying her husband would leave the toilet seat up, and the bathroom a
mess. Karen's heart sank. She knew how Amy solved that problem. Amy put
her husband back into diapers.
Chapter 2
Justin walked in the door, with fresh clothes on and dirty clothes in a
bag. "Hey mom," he said, as he felt his thong ride in his butt. No one
knew about the thongs; he had just bought them the previous week.
"Hi, honey...we need to talk. Sit down." Justin sat. "I just need to
talk with you about your little accident last night."
Justin panicked. "Mom, uh, it was nothing, I swear. Just deep in sleep,
that's all. It won't happen again."
Karen was stern. "Justin, your bathroom habits are way too sloppy. The
toilet is covered with stains, and so, for that matter, are your
briefs. It needs to end, and it needs to end now!"
He felt trapped. "Yes, mom," he said as he went upstairs. How was he
supposed to control it, he thought - it was in his SLEEP after all. And
he had been dreaming about Scott. It just - came out. He put his dirty
jocks on the bed, and laid down. What a long day.
Meanwhile, April, who had been viewing the whole thing, was livid. Was
her mom really gonna let Justin off that easy? She stormed into
Justin's room. "Let me see your undies. Let me see them now." When
Justin refused, she pinned him down to the bed and ripped off his
shorts; April immediately started laughing. "Oh my god, you're wearing
thongs! Thongs aren't for boys, you know. Give me them. Give me the
thongs - I need to check for peepee and poopy." When April ripped off
Justin's white thong, she looked down at his penis. It was so little,
so cute. She grinned to herself. "College," she thought. "Please. He's
just a baby boy."
When April looked at the thong bottom, she saw it - brown stains
through and through. It smelled strongly of poopy. Poor Justin didn't
know how to wipe, she thought. She grabbed his jocks out his bag, too,
and saw the yellow stains. Just what she was looking for.
Justin was dumbfounded as his sister left the room. Why had she just
done that? Dejectedly he went to his top drawer and pulled out a pair
of briefs, put them on, laid back down, and fell asleep.
Meanwhile, April stormed down the stairs. "Mom!!! I got it, I have the
proof!" When Karen saw the dirty thong and the yellow jocks, she froze;
she KNEW what needed to be done.
"April, calm down. I'm going to the store, immediately. You're
right...Justin needs to be in diapers. This is getting ridiculous. But,
seeing as how you've been putting up with a messy bathroom for so long,
I'm going to do you one better. Act like a baby, get treated like a
baby, that's what I say. I'll be back." Karen had had it; her seventeen
year old son, wearing thongs for god sakes, and getting everything he
touched stained with poopy and peepee. It was time for a change. A big
change. A DIAPER change. As Karen went out, April smiled to herself and
went down to watch TV. She would have her baby brother back, soon
enough.
Chapter 3
The clock struck 7:00 as Karen returned from the store. Bags and bags
of stuff came through the door - pacifiers, baby food, even a
highchair. But everything else was miniscule compared to the diapers.
April helped as she brought in 20 bags of 500-pack teen diapers - super
absorbency. No more rusty radiators, she thought. Karen set up the high
chair, and put the food and the bottle in the pantry. Then, she went
upstairs.
Tiptoeing into Justin's room, she noticed him asleep in his pee-stained
tighty whities. He had wet again; the urine was dripping from his
briefs, as Justin smiled contentedly. She and April softly opened his
top drawer - thongs, bikinis, jockstraps, and briefs were thrown into
the trash. She reached into the pack, pulled out a stack of 25 super
thick white diapers and placed them neatly in his drawer. Soon it was
filled, but it wasn't enough. April took Justin's jeans, his football
clothes, his preppy collared shirts and locked them in the safe; again,
the drawers were filled with gleaming white diapers.
Karen cleared the top of Justin's dresser of his football trophies,
awards, and pictures of friends. Those would not do in a baby boy's
room. Instead, she put reams of baby wipes, powder, and oil there -
very practical, she thought. The rest of that dresser was filled with
more diapers - there just wasn't enough space for all of them. Finally,
April cleared off Justin's other dresser, and put a mat on top. It
looked normal from far away, but on close examination, one could see
pictures of Pooh Bear and Barney.
"This will be his changing table," Karen whispered so as not to wake
the tighty-whitied Justin from his wet nap, "And this will be his
diaper genie. You're going to need to help me with changes April. I
can't do this alone."
April nodded. Whatever it took to get that boy in the diapers he
needed. It had been 17 long years, and WAY too many without diapers.
Thongs, she thought. What the hell made him think boys could wear such
a skimpy number? April had known for years what her mother was just
finding out; that her brother needed to be diapered, that all boys
needed diapers. Goodnights or pullups couldn't do it; the thicker, the
better, April knew. It was just the only way. Potty training boys,
April thought, has to be the stupidest thing she'd ever heard. "What do
we do now, mom?"
"Now, we wait." Karen calmly explained, though inside she was flush
with anxiety. This was the beginning of a whole new chapter; she had
tried to fight it, tried to fend it off, but her son's, her little
boy's, indeed, her baby boy's need for diapers was just too strong to
fight.
Chapter 4
As Justin awoke, he noticed two things. First, he was soaked again, and
as he examined his pee running down his bed, he almost started to cry.
The next thing, though, was what really put him over the edge. He saw
his mom, and sister, holding what looked like a large baby diaper, an
old pacifier, and a huge bottle of baby powder. In a few seconds, he
knew what was up.
"Mom, please, no, don't. I can change. I swear. I won't do this
anymore. I'll change! Pleeease." Justin cried.
April snickered. "No, honey, you can GET changed. Diaper changed, that
is. Boys like you need to be thickly diapered. There are no ifs, ands,
or butts about it," she said in a thinly disguised play on words.
Justin looked toward his mom and pleaded.
"Don't give me that. You had your chance. I'm afraid April's right.
Diapers it is, and diapers it will be. Don't even think about putting
on one of your little �thongs� again, do you understand me, young man?
I'm seeing to it that you'll be happily, snugly, and thickly diapered
for the rest of the school year; I've already called the school nurse.
And keep it up, and you can forget about college, mister. That's a
promise."
Justin looked on, docile and in shock as his mother ripped off his wet
briefs and threw them forcefully into the trash can. "Over here,
Justin, to your diapee changing table."
Justin finally saw the rest of the room. Diapers lined the walls, his
dresser, his bed; they were everywhere. His clothes were no where in
sight, and he walked, nimbly, over to his "changing table". His mother
picked him up and threw him onto it, tying his hands in restraints,
although this was pointless because Justin was so shocked he never
would've resisted.
"Legs up, baby. April, watch this so you know how to do it," Karen said
as April came over. "Ok, first slide the diaper underneath, then
sprinkle some powder on his cute little peepee and butt. Then lift the
diaper, like this, making sure to tightly secure his peepee so there
won't be any leaks. Finally, tape it up like this," she demonstrated.
Justin laid there amazed. His diaper was now completely on, snugger
than any thong, thicker than any brief. He couldn't believe what was
happening to him. "Now, you're gonna want to put on at least 10 diapees
with this baby boy. You never know when he's gonna have to peepee or
poopy," his mom said.
Poopy, he thought? Poopy? He had never had a poopy accident; why would
he have to do this?
As if reading his mind, his mommy said, "No more poopy stained undies,
huh, Justy baby. No more skimpy girly undies; just little boy diapers,
huh? No more messy bathroom. Just poopy diapers for mommy and April to
clean up, baby."
The tenth diaper was secure on Justin's behind and his peepee, and he
was released from the restraints. He could barely walk, the diapers
restricted him so much. God, what would Scott think if he saw this?
He'd hate me; he'd call me a loser. Only a few more hours, he knew,
until he had his first poopy diaper.
Chapter 5
Justin's mother picked him up and laid him down on the bed. She laid
out the ground rules. No bathroom; it would be padlocked at all times,
unless it was bath time, in which case mommy or April would help him
out. No pants in the house, at least at first - had to check for smelly
changes. And he would absolutely have to use his diapers at all times -
peepee and poopy.
As April and his mom walked downstairs, Justin lay shocked. Diapers.
Diapers, for god sakes. What would the guys think of this; for that
matter, what would Scott think of this? He closed his eyes and tried to
imagine himself on the football field - crowds cheering, Coach smiling,
girls crooning - but he just came back to his present and his future -
a teen boy, thickly diapered. He then thought of Scott; Scott would
never want to be friends with a diaper boy. Never in a million years.
Justin began to cry.
Meanwhile, April smiled in the living room about her coup. Finally, a
free bathroom to herself! No more smelly boy clothes, or messy stains -
those, she knew, would be confined to Justin's diaper at all times.
Karen, in the kitchen, breathed a sigh of relief. She knew she had done
the right thing. She didn't have to worry about the new furniture
anymore, or a messy bathroom, or excessive laundry - just stinky
diapers. That seemed much more manageable.
A couple hours later, Justin waddled down the stairs for dinner in his
thick 10 diapers. His mom looked at him as he walked by. "Justin, did
you do peepee for mommy?"
"No," came his reply.
"Justin, no peepee, no dinner. No bathroom, either."
Justin could barely hold it anymore. Under intense pressure, he felt it
let go. His diaper filled with a warm, tingling sensation. Karen
immediately knew what had happened, and smiled as she invited Justin up
to his high chair for dinner.
"Wait...don't I get changed first?" Justin said.
"Absolutely not. Not until poopy." Karen sternly rebuked him. April
laughed as she walked in the room, modeling her new bikini.
"Ooh, I like it April. Skimpy." Karen said.
"Thanks, mom. That's what happens when you're a girl. You can wear sexy
clothes - you don't need thick diapers on all the time like boys do,"
April said as Karen laughed.
Justin was humiliated and dejected. He was fed his baby food, and
waddled upstairs. After napping (and wetting), he felt an urge to poop,
and he noticed the bathroom door ajar. This was his chance. He went in,
closed the door, and sat on the toilet. He began slowly pooping into
the toilet...
"NOOOO!" April cried, "Justin's using the bathroom!" Karen sped up the
stairs, and blast open the bathroom door to find Justin on the toilet,
poopy coming out of his butt. She went over to him, yanked him off the
seat, and yanked up his diapers so the poopy fell in. The toilet was
empty; his diaper was full of messy poopy.
"Thank God," April sighed. "Mom, he almost let his gross boy poopy in
MY bathroom! I'm not changing him...he can sit there like that."
"I'm afraid you're right April. Justin, bad boy, bad, bad boy. No
changes for you until bedtime. And guess what? Your diapered period is
extended through July. Keep it up, and college is off the table," Karen
exclaimed. She was livid, and she told Justin so. She explained a new
rule: that she or April had the right to spank him anywhere, anytime,
for ANY reason. Justin knew the old days were finally over. So much for
never being a little kid again; in fact, he was practically a baby.
Chapter 6
It was morning, Justin could tell, as light shone through his windows.
He tossed and turned in his bed before coming to a slightly woken
position. For a split second he was happy; then, he remembered. He
glanced down at his diapers. His mom had put on 20 before bed, right
after spanking him harder than she'd ever spanked before. They were
soaked too; he must've wet again. Just then, his mommy walked in.
"Good morning, my wittle Justy Wusty Bear. Let me change that diapee of
yours," she said. She put him into thick Molicare daytime diapers, and
gave him a pair of gym shorts to cover his diaper for school. He looked
in the mirror; it wasn't nearly enough. Everybody would know, he
thought; the crinkling sound was overwhelming.
"Now here's the deal. If your diaper isn't wet or messy when you come
home, you will be severely spanked. No toilet use at school, you got
that young man? I've spoken to the school nurse and all your teachers -
you will be dismissed when you want for diaper changes."
Justin nodded - what else could he do? Actually, that day wasn't that
bad - no gym, no practice - but it would steadily get worse. Slowly,
everyone found out about the diapers - they were SO obvious. Kids
started avoiding him, his football team abandoned him, and his teachers
weren't helping. One of his teachers, Mrs. Handsworth, had even said
the other day in class, "Ok kids we're going to start taking about the
atom now, so you're gonna want to be here for this. If you need to use
the bathroom, go now. Oh... and check Justin's diapers for me, would
you, Scott? If they're messy he needs to see the nurse immediately."
Scott came over to him, with a look part of pity and part of disgust.
He stuck his hand in the back half of Justin's diaper, right in the
middle of class. "Yeah, it's poopy, Mrs. Handsworth," he said, "Want me
to take him to the nurse?"
Justin was utterly humiliated on that walk. His crush, his guy -
awkwardly and disgustedly walking him to the nurse for a diaper change.
And things just got worse. Diapers, after all, didn't fit under
football uniforms, and Justin was forced to quit. He had gone from
popular quarterback to school outcast in a matter of two weeks.
Chapter 7
Karen was in a bind. Justin had gotten used to his diapers; there were
no more bathroom incidents. The bathroom was sparkling clean, and
Justin's underwear safely in the hands of some poor family. But Justin
was very unhappy. He wouldn't smile at his diaper changes, wouldn't
talk in the house; Karen wouldn't have that. She decided to get one of
Justin's friends to come babysit, to cheer him up. See, Justin, she
knew, needed to understand that he NEEDED diapers, that this wasn't an
option for him, and only a good friend would help him figure that out.
As Scott walked in the door, Karen went over to him. "Thanks so much
for doing this. He's just been really down lately and I thought you
might cheer him up, "she said. She then whispered, "He hasn't accepted
that he has to wear diapers, yet, I suppose."
Scott chuckled and said, "It's okay, Karen, I understand. I'll be nice
and gentle with him; maybe he won't mind it so much if I change his
diapers for him."
After Karen left, Scott walked over to the living room, where Justin
sat on the couch, watching some TV. His mommy had let him wear some
pajama pants, but a thick white diaper bulge showed through the top. As
Scott walked in, Justin turned quickly, his multiple diapers crinkling
loudly. Justin was horrified - Scott? Here to diaper me? No, no, NO -
this couldn't be happening. He shrunk.
"It's OK, Justin. I'm gonna take care of you for a bit while your
mommy's out, ok?", Scott said as Justin nodded quietly, refusing to
talk. Scott then did what any good babysitter would - he leaned over,
put his hand down the back of Justin's diaper to check for changes.
Poopy, all right. "Justin, I'm gonna need to change your diaper, okay?
I'll be gentle I promise."
Justin was livid, miserable, and docile all at the same time. Scott
noticed, stopped checking Justin's diaper, and started talking.
"Justin, I know this has got to be tough for you and all, with the
football team and school and whatnot. It's just - you keep acting like
someone made you wear diapers, like you are mad about this, and we both
know it's not true. You need diapers, Justin, you need them - I saw
your stained undies just like everybody else. They keep you dry and
protected, and make it a whole lot more convenient for everyone else."
Justin finally spoke, through sobs, "But...but...mommy made me wear
these! She...she... it's not fair, it's..."
Scott stopped him. "Justin, you have poopy in your diaper - you have
accidents in school, you mess them all the time. Don't tell me you
don't need them."
Justin replied, "Yeah...yeah...but it's just, it's just that I wear
them, that's why I use them, I'm not a baby or anything."
Scott smiled and sat back. "Justin, babies wear diapers, sit in high
chairs, get baths. You do those things, too, don't you?" Justin froze,
and nodded softly. "So you are a wittle baby then huh?" Justin looked
puzzled.
Justin responded, "I guess...I guess I do need diapers, huh?" He gave a
weak smile.
"That's my little guy. I'm gonna change you now, is that okay?" Scott
said. Scott leaned over toward Justin's pajamas, and slowly lowered
them. After they were off, he kissed Justin on the forehead and began
removing the diaper tapes. One by one they came off, and the poopy
smell got stronger. Scott folded up the dirty diapers and threw them in
the nearby trash, then grabbed the wipes. Oh, how he had to clean.
Justin's peepee and butt were soaked and messy, and Scott had a hard
time with it. Justin was waiting with baited breath - Scott, after all,
was finally seeing him naked; but not in the way he had wanted.
Scott cleaned him up and said, "You know, little buddy, it'd be a whole
lot easier for mommy and me to change your diapees if we got you
shaved. Let's go to the bath." For the first time, Justin got sort of
excited - Scott was gonna give him a bath! Scott was clean off his
peepee! Justin ran naked to the bathroom, Scott following behind,
smirking, with a razor, some baby oil and powder, and a hefty supply of
super-thick diapers.
In the bath, Scott slowly took out the razor, and gently applied it to
Justin's diaper area. Justin cooed as Scott rolled it over his pubes,
and soon, it was as smooth as a baby's bottom. Justin was flabbergasted
and highly, highly turned on. As he came onto Scott's razor-bearing
hand, Scott only brushed it off and smiled. "See, you really need those
diapees...can't keep dry for two wittle tiny seconds!"
When Justin stepped out of the bath, he was amazed at what he saw. His
balls and peepee were smooth as a baby's bottom; his inner thighs felt
like butter. He looked about 10 years younger, and Scott must have
noticed this. But Scott was smiling broadly and holding out a fresh
diaper! For the first time in weeks, Justin was happy. Scott was taking
care of him; he was helping him into a fresh diapee so he wouldn't mess
anything. Justin smiled as Scott rubbed the oil through his crevices,
and his peepee, and sprinkled some fresh powder on his butt. Finally,
Scott taped up 10 more thick diapers - Justin was once again thickly
diapered.
At this point, Scott decided to implement what Justin's mom had told
him. "Hey buddy, would it be OK if we put you in a onesie for now? The
snap crotch is really easy for me to check your diaper." Justin
relented; it was true, he thought. A onesie was very practical. Justin
was in heaven as Scott pulled the onesie on, covering his thick
diapers.
Chapter 8
Karen came home to an amazing site. Justin, asleep on the couch in a
onesie with his diapers bulging out, and Scott, lying next to him, fast
asleep. "How cute," she thought. Justin looked so happy, so contented,
lying there thickly diapered. This was what she had wanted all along -
a diapered baby boy who was cute and happy. She tiptoed in, waking
Scott.
"Oh, hey," Scott said in a haze after his sleep. "I made sure he was
well-diapered before bed, don't worry. He's all shaved, too...don't
know how you put up with that for so long. I oiled and powdered him up
so he should be all good - got him in that onesie like you wanted me
to, too. I guess I'd better head out, it's getting late."
"Thanks, Scott; I really couldn't have asked for anything more. Can you
help with Justin a little more from here on out? I know it's a lot to
ask but he really likes you and he needs some tender loving care with
his diapers and stuff."
"Sure, sure, no problem. I actually kinda like spending time with the
little guy. It's weird, you know: he was my best friend before, and
here I am, diapering him up. But it's actually kinda nice, you know?
Someone to care for. And it's obviously good practice."
Karen thanked and paid Scott, and then he left. He helped Justin out
for the next several months - diapering him at school, feeding him at
lunch, and always, always making sure to have diapers and wipes in his
bag for a quick change at a moment's notice. Scott also began going
over Justin's every day - just to babysit a little, read to him, and,
of course, change diapers.
April, though, was not pleased. Scott, after all, was a boy - boys
should be in diapers, period, she thought. Jessica, Scott's girlfriend,
was also not pleased at how much time Scott was spending with Justin,
and the two girls began to meet in secret to complain. April finally
made the suggestion.
"Jess, now, I know this might be scary to you, but...I really think
Scott ought to be diapered. Really. He's been bad to you lately, he's a
mess with all his football clothes, and he seems to really like them
anyway - look at all the time he spends changing Justin's diapers!",
April said.
Jessica sat silently for a moment, then responded, "You're right. How
did I not see it? The brown stains on the football uniform, the messy
way he'd leave my bathroom...and the way he's been treating me! He
needs to be put in his place."
"He needs a change. A diaper change, if you get my drift," April said.
Jessica agreed solemnly, and the two worked out a plan.
Chapter 9
Finally, after a few weeks, it was all worked out. Scott and Jessica
came over to Justin's one Friday night...ostensibly so Scott could
babysit. April made sure to be present, as well, though. Scott was
surprised to see her when he walked in, but merely shrugged it off. The
three of them went up to Justin's room, where Justin was sleeping,
thickly diapered and wet, in his new crib.
"I think I'm gonna have to change him," Scott said, as he leaned over
to unlock the crib top door.
"I'll do that, no worries," replied April, already two steps ahead of
Scott. She had gotten fresh diapers out of the top drawer, picked up
Justin, and brought him over to the changing table. Meanwhile, Jessica
requested Scott's presence in the next room.
Once there, in private, she put her arms around Scott's neck and began
feeling his chest. She continued down his stomach, and began to undo
his belt. Scott, looking behind him, felt a rush of excitement. Was she
really gonna do this? Here and now? Jessica slipped off Scott's jeans,
and with another motion, put her hands on his hips and slipped off his
bikini briefs. Scott stood there, in the flesh; he too, like Justin
now, was barren of any hair, and he looked like a little boy.
Then, something totally unexpected happened. Jessica, pretending to go
down on Scott, instead lifted him up and carried him into the next
room, plopping him on the now vacant changing table. Before he could
react, she pulled out 5 teen-size diapers, and pushed him against the
table. "Ok, my little Scottie, it's diaper time now. We've put up with
this for way too long." Scott began to cry. "Don't worry, honey, I'll
be gentle, I swear. Here, just let me clean your diaper area first.
Looks like you've already gotten ahead of me," she said, referring to
his baby smooth privates.
Jessica cooed at Scott, commenting on what a cute little boy he was,
and how he needed to be a good boy for her. "Let me get your little
diapee, on, ok, hun? Yeah, that's it," she said as she slid the diaper
under his bottom, rubbing baby oil all over and sprinkling powder.
Scott, looking on in shock, was powerless to resist as Jessica pulled
the diaper over his peepee and butt, and snugly taped it up top. She
then put on 4 more, each time, being careful to make it as snug as
possible, so there would be no leaks.
"Thank GOD," April exclaimed, "Finally, in the diaper you belong in."
She picked him up and put him in the crib, with Justin, locking the
top. Scott and Justin, both thickly diapered now, looked at each other.
Scott knew what was coming - his first diaper change. He didn't even
bother to fight as his poopy flowed into his multiple diapers. Jessica
laughed.
"Oh, looks like wittle baby Scottie made a poopie," she said. "Best to
change his wittle diapee." She was now wearing only a thong, and April
was walking around topless. They were both talking about hot guys -
men, that was - not like the baby boys they were surrounded with.
Scott's diaper was changed and replaced with thicker ones, and Scott
lie down in the crib with Justin, diapers and all, as the girls left to
go tan by the pool.
Chapter 10
It wasn't long before Scott's diapered state was completely permanent.
Jessica took him home as was, and explained to Scott's mom that he had
a little accident and she felt it best to respond. "Well, you certainly
made the right decision," Scott's mom said. "I'm afraid his underwear
and pants are going to have to go - it's only diapees from here on out
for my little boy, right Scottie?"
Scott was near numb, but surprisingly, not that upset. He'd been
helping Justin for a while, after all - being in diapers seemed nice,
maybe like something he could live with for a while. He dreamed of not
having to get up to go to the toilet - that was something big boys did,
he thought. He was just a little boy, a baby boy - Baby Scottie.
Indeed, big changes were made in Scott's life. His room emptied of its
trophies, posters, pants, and underwear. All around the perimeter,
diapers were piled by the hundreds, all the way to the ceiling. A big
changing table had been added, and Scott's drawers for pants and shirts
had been replaced with more diapers. The crib, too, was on its way.
Scott was humiliated even more the day Karen came for a visit with
Justin. Justin arrived, onesie on with thick, thick diapers bulging out
underneath. Karen spoke first.
"Oh, Joyce, Scottie looks so cute in his diapees! How has it been so
far? I told you diapers were the way to go with these boys, didn't I?"
Joyce smiled, giggled, and replied, "Karen, let me tell you, it is SO
much easier. No more messy toilet seats! And I can change his diapers
when I want, on my terms."
Justin and Scott looked at each other, silent for a moment. Both boys
were thickly diapered, Justin in a onesie, Scott in just diaper and t-
shirt. Then, Scott smiled. The two boys LIKED their diapers - they knew
they NEEDED their diapers. When they were both put down for naps in the
crib, the two exchanged glances. They lie down, touching each other,
thickly diapered and ready for nap.
Then, Scott leaned over, and kissed Justin, slowly on the lips. Justin
immediately felt himself get hard, through his thickly layered diaper.
Justin cooed, and said, "Scott...I've never been happier than I am
right now. But...what about Jessica?"
Scott sighed. "Jessica, she's...well, she's my mommy now, basically."
He smiled. "It's actually sort of nice, you know?"
"Yeah," Justin said happily. "I know." The two fell asleep on each
others bellies, each smiling contentedly as they soaked their diapers.
Chapter 11
Joyce and Karen talked downstairs - about their boys and the diapers.
They talked about brand names, good prices on powder and oil, even the
benefits of shaving. "It's been so much easier since Scottie helped
Justin smooth out that diaper area," Karen said. "Easy clean up of the
poopy, you know? And he looks so cute...just like my little baby!"
Joyce agreed, then sat silently for a moment. Finally, she spoke.
"Karen, what do you think about talking to the other moms at the PTA
about this? Like Linda...her son is a trouble maker. He might be able
to use some diapers. And if we had those problems with our boys - the
dirty bathrooms, the stained undies - maybe they do, too."
Karen smiled and agreed. "Great idea Joyce! You're brilliant! We could
even do like another baby shower for all the other moms, to get their
boys into diapers, too!"
The two hatched out a plan - they would bring it up at the next PTA
meeting. Meanwhile, April and Jessica heard everything, and laughed.
"Oh, boys," April said. "They just need their little diapees don't
they. Can't be trusted with big boy underwear now can they?"
Jessica replied, "I know, I KNOW. How did I put up with Scott for so
long? The school would be SO much nicer if we just got those boys in
diapers like they belong. Think about it - the cleanliness, the
orderliness. The teachers would love not having to interrupt class for
the boys to go use the toilet...we could just change their diapers
right then and there!"
A week later, Joyce and Karen showed up at PTA, armed with new
suggestions for the moms. After the typical talk about fundraising
numbers and plans for school events, they stood up.
"Ladies, we'd like your attention. As you may know, our boys, Scott and
Justin, have been placed back into diapers, permanently." The moms
nodded; they knew. Their boys had told them, laughing and making fun.
The moms, however, had thought it was an interesting idea.
"Tell us more," one mom, Paula, said. "My son Brian came home and was
laughing and hooting about it - but I thought it might work. It would
be SO much easier...me and Brittany could take turns changing diapers,
and no more need to buy expensive brand name clothes or clean the
bathroom so much!"
Another mom piped up, "How much do the supplies cost? Sign us up!"
Karen and Joyce smiled. They knew they had found their moment. "That's
what we came here to talk about. We think it'd be a great idea if all
your boys were re-diapered. In fact, all your boys NEED to be
diapered." The moms nodded in agreement - they knew. Their boys had
never been well potty trained, and they knew it. It was just too hard -
the training pants, the bedwetting, the stains. The time had come for a
change.
Moms of the girls smiled and laughed. Boys! In diapers! They knew their
girls would be safe at parties if all the boys were thickly and snugly
diapered. They also knew all too well how the boys needed diapers.
Their daughters' boyfriends had made a mess. "That Mike," one mom said,
referring to her daughter's boyfriend, "He REALLY could use some fresh
diapees on that bottom!" The other moms hooted and hollered.
"I know, I know! It's crazy..WHY are they NOT in diapers now? WHAT were
we thinking?"
The ladies formulated a plan...next meeting was a giant baby shower.
After that, well, it would be DIAPER time.
Chapter 12
Even with high expectations, Karen and Joyce were wowed by the response
when they showed up at the next meeting. The room was filled with
diapers - different brands, names, package sizes. Some moms brought
nighttime diapers, others brought daytime - and they traded off. The
women loved when Linda brought 17 economy size bottles of baby powder
and oil, and Joyce even shared tips on how to shave a boy to get him
smooth as a baby. The women were ready for their plan to work.
That evening all across the town, the high school boys came home to a
real shock. Linda's son Tom showed up home after school to find diapers
all over his house; before he knew it, he was thickly and snugly
diapered. Paula's Brian begged and pleaded as Paula restrained him to
the table and taped up his first of what would be many diapers. Brian
didn't know what to do when he had to go poopy, but his mommy made sure
he knew.
"Your diapee is for using, honey," she said, smiling. "I want messy
diaper before dinner, then we'll go get you in the bath and get you
nice and smooth for easy diaper changes!"
All the boys on the football team were shocked when their mothers met
them in the locker room after practice, pinned them down, and had them
in fresh diapers. Several of the moms were talking and laughing as it
was happening...
"Kathy, can you hand me some more diapers?! He's gonna need them to
stop his peepee and poopy from leaking!"
"Sure, sure...hey, make sure he's all baby smooth before he goes poopy.
Wouldn't want a mess on our hands, now would we?"
The moms were relieved. "No more messy bathrooms! No more dirty
laundry!...It's so convenient! So easy!...Our girls will be pretty busy
with these messy boys, won't they?!...
It was straight DIAPERS from here on out, and everyone knew it. The
boys were shocked and angry at first - but they eventually realized
they needed the diapers. College was off the table, officially - the
moms agreed to make sure they had playdates after graduation so the
boys could still see each other, and the moms could get a break from
all that diaper changing.
The school and the town, too, HAD to change. Progress was slow but
steady; all the toilets and sinks in the boys' bathrooms were replaced
with diaper changing stalls, and teachers made sure all the girls in
the class practiced diaper changing so they'd know how to do it. After
a while, it became a rule: NO BOYS NOT IN DIAPERS. A boy found not in
diapers was spanked and sent home, presumably to some more spanking and
a thick, snug diapering session.
Prom became girls only - after all, you couldn't have BOYS there,
needing diaper changes the whole time. The football team remained,
although drastically changed. For one, no boys wore anything but a t-
shirt and diapers during the game, and for another, diaper changes
occurred all game on the sidelines. After complaints from the PTA,
which insisted that the activity was too dangerous for their baby boys,
it became a mere daycare session, with high school girls practicing
their diapering skills and baby-watching.
The girls, too, frequently began walking around in only bikinis or
lingerie. After all, no boys to hurt them or scare them, so why not be
comfortable? They frequently flaunted their status to the boys, and
regularly reminded them of how they needed to be in diapers.
Meanwhile, Justin and Scott sat in the back of class, in the new
school-mandated baby seats to keep them safe and secure. Diapers hung
from the back cabinet, and soon, they knew, would be diaper changing
time. They were both totally wet and messy, as they lost control a long
time ago. And while no one was looking, Justin put his hand on Scott's.
They looked at each other and smiled. It was going to be long life,
happily, snugly, and thickly diapered throughout.