| Title:
| Thank the Diaper Service
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| Name:
| Dprdude
|
| Email:
| [email protected]
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| Gender:
| Male
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| Current Age:
| 50
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| Posting Date:
| 01/03/10
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| 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:
|
12-year-old is diapered for bedwetting and for not being able to keep his pants clean.
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| Deekerian Score (20 is max.)
[?]:
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18 (90%)
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THANK THE DIAPER SERVICE
Wow, summer vacation was finally here. I was walking home after the
last day of school, only had about a mile to walk; it was early June
and already starting to get hot out here in Los Angeles. As I turned
the last corner heading toward my house I saw a truck at the corner
from a diaper service. This wasn�t all that unusual in 1964 as a lot of
mothers at that time used those types of services. Our house was almost
at the end of the block. It was a fairly large house and the property
which it was on was almost 1 � acres, which in L.A was huge.
I walked in the front door and yelled, �I�m home!� Mom was almost
always home when we kids got there. My brother was home already from
high school as he didn�t have as far to walk, and my two younger
sisters didn�t even have school today. Mom stepped out of the kitchen
into the front hallway and told me to change out of my school clothes.
As I walked back to the room I shared with my brother I passed the
family room in which my sisters were watching television. As I got to
my room I started to take off my school clothes. I was down to my tee
shirt, socks and underwear when my Mom entered the room.
�That�s far enough, Wesley,� she said. Man, she never calls me by my
full name unless she is really mad or something, but she didn�t seem
mad (????). I just stood frozen in place and just looked up at her. She
then grabbed me by my hand just like a little kid and we headed back
toward the front of the house. I knew something was not right, but
what? We were headed to the front bedroom, which my little sister had
last occupied about a year ago for her nursery, but since she was 4 now
and didn�t need a nursery she had been moved in with my 7-year-old
sister and Mom had changed the room to her crafts room.
We entered the room with me still being pulled through the house like a
toddler. As we entered I was shocked to see all of the nursery stuff
was back! Mom then told me that she was putting me back in diapers for
the summer and we were starting right NOW. I�m sure I went into shock
as I saw my brother folding a stack of diapers from the Tidy Didy
Diaper Service.
�Mom!� I sobbed �Why? I know I wet the bed, but please, not in the
daytime!�
�You�re right, Wesley; you�re probably about the only kid in Junior
high school who still wets the bed every night.�
She then asked my brother how he was doing with my diapers.
�Just fine, mom,� he answered, �but they seem pretty thick, don�t
they?� as he showed her one.
�No, they should be just fine; your brother needs them thicker than
your sister did as I�m sure he will pee a lot more.�
She then told me to stand still as she pulled my tee shirt off and then
she grabbed the waistband of my tighty whities and pulled them down to
my ankles and told me to step out of them. She then had me climb up on
the old twin bed that was up in the corner of the room. She then
removed my socks. I couldn�t believe that at 12 years old I was waiting
to be diapered by my Mom.
She stood over me and asked my brother to hand her a diaper from the
stack which he was putting together.
�Here, Mom,� he said as he handed the diaper to her. She took it and
laid it on the bed which was just covered with a rubber sheet. She then
spread my legs out and spread the diapers out in front of me. She then
lifted my legs off the bed until my butt no longer touched either. I
could feel her pull the diaper under me as it seemed to come way up my
back, and then she let my legs down. Instinctively, I pulled my legs
together but she would have none of that. She sprinkled me with powder
and again lifted my legs again and sprinkled some on the back portion
of the diaper. Then as she pulled the thick diaper up between my legs I
knew squeezing my legs together would never work. She then took a
couple of diaper pins and pinned put one in her mouth. As she pinned
one side of the diaper she then caught me off guard as she pulled the
diaper very tightly together and pinned the other side. She then told
me not to move as she went over to the dresser and got a pair of Gerber
Super toddler size plastic pants. She walked back to the bed I was on
as I watched her every move. She shook out the plastic pants and then
slid them over my right foot and the left foot. She slid them up my
legs and over my thighs and then told me to lift my butt off the bed.
She then pulled them over my diapers as she snapped the waist band into
place. She checked to make sure the diapers were well tucked into the
plastic pants and seem very pleased with how well everything fit.
She then held out her hand and pulled me off the bed. Wow! Did it feel
weird standing there with that thick diaper between my legs and those
babyish plastic pants! I again protested, �But, Mom, why do I have to
wear diapers in the daytime? Please don�t make me do this!�
My Mom then led me over to my sister�s old crib where she had laid out
in front of me 6 pairs of underwear. She told me to take a really good
look at them. As I did she picked up the first pair, noting the pee and
poop stains in them (well, I�m not a real good wiper) and she proceeded
to work her way down the line. She did come across a pair or two that
weren�t to bad but they too were stained from previous accidents.
�This is why you are wearing daytime diapers. You have been warned
about wiping yourself better and keeping your underpants clean, haven�t
you?�
�Yes, Mom, but I can do better. Please give me another chance!�
With that she grabbed the pair I had on today and they were in the same
condition as the rest.
�I don�t think you can keep your underpants clean, Wesley, and now you
don�t even have to worry about it, baby!� She then grabbed all of the
stained underwear from the crib and threw them in the trash can.
Say goodbye to these, Wesley; you won�t be in need of them for a long
time!�
It seemed my fate was sealed, as was my newfound diapers and plastic
pants. All the while this was happening my brother was still folding
diapers he had placed the folded ones on my sister�s old changing table
and my plastic pants were laying right out on top, visible to anyone
who entered, not that it mattered with the way I was dressed. Mom then
took my hand again and started to lead me to the family room. Just as
we reached the front entry hall I asked for some pants to put over my
embarrassing diapers.
�NO! You know that babies in this house wear nothing but diapers and
maybe a tee shirt!�
�Please, Mom let me have some pants!�
Just then the door bell rang and as we were just 10 feet from the door
she pulled me over and opened the door. This happened so fast I had no
time to react.
�Hi, ma�am,� I heard as the door was opened; it was Tim from the Diaper
Service.
�Sorry, but I got all the way to my next stop before I discovered that
I didn�t leave a diaper pail.�
She let him in the front door and we all stood in the entry way. He
looked at me and introduced himself to me.
�Hi, I�m Tim,� he said, holding two diaper pails. He commented to my
Mom how it looks like the diapers she ordered fit me well and the
plastic pants seemed just right. Just what I needed to hear now-- a
person outside the family has seen me in my diaper shame.
�What�s your name, little buddy?� Tim asked.
�Wes,� I spoke. Mom interjected, �his name is Wesley.�
Tim then took something out of his pocket. It was a marking pen, and he
wrote my name down the side of each diaper pail.
�There, that should do it; now yours won�t get mixed with any others.�
My brother took the diaper pails back to the nursery, Tim then once
again turned his attention back toward my Mom.
�I�m sorry, ma�am, but when you placed your order I hadn�t realized you
had him in daytime diapers as well as nighttime diapers. He may need
some liners also, which there is no charge for.�
My Mom looked puzzled, �Liners?�
�Yes, for his daytime diapers. Just makes diapers easier to clean up.�
Mom still had that puzzled look on her face.
�You know, when he messes them. Let me get a pack from my truck and you
can try them.�
The shock was wearing off and soon I realized I had to pee and started
wiggling around, Mom immediately noticed and recognized from my younger
day the sign of the potty dance. She asked me if I had to pee.
�Yes, Mommy.�
�Well, just pee,� she told me, patting the back of my plastic pants. I
began to tear up as I knew I couldn�t hold it to long and with all that
has happened in the last hour I just let go and felt the warm pee flow
into the thick diaper. Tim reappeared in the door way and handed her
the pack of liners.
�Thanks, Tim,� my Mom replied and he said he would be back next Friday
for a pickup and just call if she needed anything else.
The front door was closed and again she took my hand and led me toward
the family room. Again I pleaded, �Please, Mom, let me show you I can
keep my pants clean!�
�Wesley, I know you can�t do that; why, look at you; your diapers are
already WET! Just think, you don�t even have to worry about keeping
your pants clean; just wear your diapers and be a good boy.�
With that she patted the rear of plastic pants and we entered the
family room. Both my sisters looked over as we entered the room and
kind of started to giggle.
�Girls, from now Wesley will be wearing diapers; he can be your new
baby brother.�
�Mom, make them stop laughing!� I told her.
�Why should they stop laughing? A 12-year-old boy in diapers does look
pretty ridiculous, so I suggest that you just get used to it and your
summer will be a lot easier to handle.�
She left me standing there and told me to stay in the family room with
my BIG sisters as she left the room but she did remind me not to sit on
the furniture. I realized then that there was very little else that
made me feel more like a baby then just wearing a diaper and plastic
pants with nothing else on.
After my Mom had left both my sisters came over to me to check out my
plastic pants. Even after they touched them it seemed they couldn�t
believe that I was really in them. I just stood there standing and
watching TV and letting all that had happened sink in. I was pretty
much still in disbelief but all it took to bring me back to reality was
to look my NEW huge diapers and plastic pants. After standing for a bit
I finally seated myself on the corner of the couch with my legs
crossed, kind of sitting Indian style, not that it hid anything. If
anything, it kind of made my diaper more prominent. About an hour later
Mom walked by and yelled at me for sitting on the couch.
�What did I tell you, Wesley, about sitting on the furniture? I don�t
want you sitting on my furniture with that dirty diaper!�
�Ma, I don�t have a dirty diaper!�
�Well, I won�t have a diapered boy ruining my furniture, now get off
that couch! What do I have to do, get the playpen out for you to sit
in?�
�No, Mom, sorry,� I said as I quickly got off the couch. I definitely
stayed off that furniture after that threat. I also realized as I sat
on the floor that I really needed to pee again but I really didn�t want
to wet my diaper again as I knew everyone would know.
I walked into the kitchen in hopes that I could talk mom into letting
me use the bathroom to pee but as I was asking her she just turned to
me a said, �Sorry, but you have to use your diapers now,� and she
turned back to the sink and turned on the water to fill her pot. You
know what the sound of running water does, especially when you really
have to go. I don�t know which filled up faster, my diaper or the pot?
This was just awful as I walked back to the family room with my diaper
very wet and sagging. As I walked into the room my sisters looked up
and started laughing chanting, �Here comes our BABY brother with WET
Didies...!�
My Dad came home and I dreaded seeing him as I knew he would be mad at
me for wetting so much that I had earned baby diapers. I heard Mom and
him talking in the kitchen as I waited in my shameful diapers, but
there was little else to do. It seemed like forever but in he walked,
giving me that disapproving stare, you know the one that tells you what
a disappointment you are without even saying it!
�Well, Wesley I see your mother has found a way to take care of a BIG
BABY, and I see you have already learned to use your diapers.� He then
came over and hugged me and patted the rear of my soggy diapers.
�Just like when you were two,� he said. �I�m sure you would like your
diaper changed, but I have to get a little surprise ready for you so
you will have to wait until after dinner for that change.�
As he exited the room he left me wondering just what kind of surprise
might be in store, more embarrassment. But just what could he add to
what had already happened today?
I didn�t have too much time to worry about what might come next as
about a half hour later we were all called to dinner with my Dad coming
to get me. I heard laughter from my sisters who were already in the
dining room before we got there, but as we entered I saw what the
commotion was all about. Next to mom�s place at the table now was our
old high chair. I say �ours� because all of us kids used it and then it
was stored in the garage. My chair at the table was gone. My dad led me
over to the chair and helped place me in it. I could not believe I
still fit, a bit snugger than the last time, but still had room. Mom
then handed Dad the tray and he locked it in place. Then reached down a
pulled a strap up between my legs to secure me in place, From where I
was I could see myself in the dining room mirror and sitting as high as
I was my diapers were in visible to everyone and I looked like an
overgrown toddler. Not to be outdone, Mom came over and tied a bib
around my neck with a picture of baby Mickey on it; now the
transformation was complete.
My dinner arrived all cut into bite-sized pieces and I also had no fork
or spoon. I asked for some and was told I would just have to use my
fingers unless I want my mom or dad to feed me. Enough said as I got
busy eating without any utensils, I found out this was part of their
plan as I got to be quite a mess as I ate dinner and the bib did its
job catching everything. By the time I was done I looked just like a
little kid as my Mom started cleaning me up and finally let me down to
rejoin the family.
It was now about 7:00 when mom came to get me and told me it was bath
time, not normally my favorite activity, but at the moment I just
wanted to remove myself from being in front of everyone, plus, I wanted
that wet diaper removed. She led me again, pulling me along like a
toddler to my nursery where my diapers and plastic pants were removed,
then off to the bath we went and a warm tub full of bubble bath was
waiting. This part was great as it was quite relaxing and the day
seemed to just fade away. I spent some time in the tub with my Mom
washing me from head to toe and when she finished she had me step out
of the tub and dried me off��
I was then led back to the nursery where Mom had me lay back on the
twin bed and she produced a very thick nighttime diaper. She asked me
to raise my butt and when I didn�t she just grabbed my ankles and
lifted me up. I wasn�t trying to be bad but was just in shock as to
what was happening so much in so short a time. She slid the thick
diaper under me and then grabbed the baby powder and sprinkled it all
over the back of the diaper. As she finished she let my butt down on
the thick mass. Man, the whole room was filled with the smell of powder
which actually I was enjoying. She then sprinkled some powder on the
front of me and started to rub it in; this kind of excited me a bit but
embarrassed me even more. After all before today I don�t think my Mom
saw me naked since she last changed me years ago. She then took a
couple of pins and pinned the back corner of the diaper to the front
corner one side at a time with the last one she pulled really snug. She
then went over to the dresser and came back with a pair of plastic baby
pants that had a pattern of little teddy bears on them. After sliding
them up my legs and then pulling them over the waiting diaper she had
me stand next to the bed. These diapers were so thick I couldn�t bring
my legs together if I tried.
She then led me along back to the TV room and had me say goodnight to
the family. Yea, it was only 8:00 as I was soon to find out that would
be my late; bedtime normally it would be at 7:30.
Both Mom and dad took me back to the nursery and put me in the crib for
the night as Dad pulled the rail of the crib up Mom gave me a bottle of
water. I was warned not for any reason to get out of that crib as
someone would get me in the morning.
As it was so early still I couldn�t fall asleep so as I lay there and
was finally alone I started to feel the new baby attire that was now
mine. I rubbed the front of the plastic pants that were stretched out
over the very bulky diapers which were so thick I didn�t think it
possible to wet them completely, as I started to doze off I also had a
very weird feeling a kind of sense of calm and also visualized myself
as a baby again.
The next thing I remember I was waking up as the sun was shining
through the bedroom window, the sense of calm from the night before was
now replaced with a sense of panic as I realized that my diapers were
soaked and even leaked a little on the crib mattress. I wanted to get
up and rip the diapers off so bad but inside I knew this would not be
the thing to do, so I lay there waiting for someone to come and get me
I did have a sense of infancy again but this time from the helpless
image that I couldn�t do anything until some came to help me. It seemed
like hours before the door finally opened and Mom walked in to get me
up. Upon pulling back the covers she then noticed how wet I was as she
did a complete pants inspection on me noting that there was a little
dryness still in the back of the night diapers so she let down the crib
side and got me out of the crib. I begged her to take the sodden diaper
off but her response was to again take my hand a led me off to
breakfast, once again I was placed in the high chair where my soggy
diapers were highly visible for everyone at the table.
After breakfast Mom took me back to the nursery and began the job of
changing a very wet kid. After the removal of the diapers she wiped me
with many baby wipes until she had me squeaky clean. Then the NEW set
of diapers, the ones my brother was folding yesterday, appeared. Again,
I had to rise up off the bed or I knew she would just lift me by the
ankles again so I hurried and lifted for her. She slid this new pile of
diapers under me and again powdered them well as I was sure the next
diaper change wasn�t planned for some time, then adjusting the diaper
under me instructed me to lie back down. She reached for the powder
once more and sprinkled my front area well and began to rub it in, once
again I started to get hard and this time she said, �looks like my
little boy is enjoying this.�
She then pinned the diaper up very tightly again sensing that I
wouldn�t be changed for some time. She then produced a pair of pure
white plastic pants and slid them up my legs and over the diapers
checking to make sure everything was sealed completely. She then let me
off the bed and gave me a tee shirt to wear, she let me slip this on
myself and I was glad to see it was long enough to almost cover my
diaper. Mom saw this, too, as she called me over, and then, taking a
pair of scissors cut off about 6 inches of the bottom of the shirt,
totally exposing my diapered bottom. She then patted my bottom as a mom
would with here toddler and said, �We don�t want to hide your diaper
from view, do we?�
The next week progressed with me being the new diaper boy of the family
and over that week all my brothers and sisters friends had seen me in
my diapered state. I had adventured outside a few times to play when
none of their friends were around but as this was summer vacation that
wasn�t very often. As Friday was approaching I had noticed that the
diaper pails were filling up fast as I was changed, at least 4 times a
day. Mom was using the diaper liners in my diaper during the day
because after that first one she hadn�t was a change we will never
forget.
It was Monday morning she had got me all diapers up like usual. Up
until then I was able to go at bathtime when she would let me use the
potty. This morning she was in a hurry to go shopping so she had
forgotten about my potty time during bath time. She had me dressed in a
tee shirt (short as they all had been altered now) and a pair of sweat
pants. The diaper�s bulge was impossible to miss as so with any toddler
still in diapers. We couldn�t have been in the store more than ten
minutes when it hit me. I told mom had to go but she thought I was
still fussing like I had since the diapering had started and told me,
�just use your diaper.�
�But mom, I need to...�
Oops, too late. I had waited to long and the first little bit slid out
into the seat of my diaper. then the flood of pee followed and then
more slid out. In a matter of two minutes I had filled my diaper
completely and it didn�t take mom that long to figure out what I had
done.
�Oh, Wesley, that is disgusting!� she yelled as she ordered my sister
to take me to the car so she could finish shopping. Food shopping
usually takes my mom about an hour to do as she is always looking for
the best buys, so I had to sit waiting for here in the car for at least
45 minutes and my sister was outside the car waiting as I did have
stinky pants, as she put it. Upon our arrival home mom led me off to
the playpen which she had me sit in until she put all the groceries
away. She then took me to the bathroom and had me stand in the tub
while she removed the messy diapers and then cleaned me up. After that
mess is when she started to use the liners which she could just pull
out and most of the mess came with it.
It�s Friday and I just finished lunch. Mom just changed my diaper and
put me in the playpen since I wanted to watch TV. I had been in there
very long when I heard someone knocking on the front door. My brother
answered it and went to get mom. He let Tim in from the diaper service.
He saw me sitting there and came over to talk. He asked me, �How�s it
going, little guy?� Like what could I say, �Great never better� or
�Best summer ever�? I just muttered some unintelligible words back at
him.
Mom entered the room and then they went about their conversation like I
wasn�t even there. Tim asked her if the diapers were fitting me
correctly or if she had any problems with them as sometimes it was
harder to fit older children. She responded by saying they were working
fine and doing a fine job. Tim mentioned that they were coming out with
a contour cut diapers that would fit better with less bulk but Mom told
him the ones he was supplying are just fine and she didn�t mind the
bulk. I guess she was right, as if the diapers were less thick I would
still be the diaper boy of the family so it wouldn�t be any less
embarrassing.
My mom came and got me out of the playpen and had me show Tim where the
diaper pails were located. He followed me while I was dressed just in
the daytime diaper and nothing else; at least I wasn�t wet or messy at
the time. When we got to my room I showed Tim the pails and he went to
pick one up and said, �Wow, you have been a busy boy; you have used
quite a few diapers this week!�
After he loaded them into his truck he came back in the house with two
more pails, both with my name on them. He went to put them in my room
and mom told him to just set them where he was. Mom told me to thank
Tim for the clean diapers and diaper pails as I just stood and stared
at them.
Come on, Wes, thank the diaper man...�