Summary: Wayward foster child is diaper punished and regressed by 
strict woman.
The Wayward Foster Child
By Little Taylor
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Chapter 1

	By age 13, I had already been in and out of a dozen foster homes. 
I guess some of the foster parents were jerks, but mostly it was my 
fault. I had what you would call an "attitude problem." I was never in 
one place more than a few months. Sooner or later I was shipped back to 
the detention. Then the process would start all over again.
	It was 1973 when I was told to pack my things. I was going to be 
taken in by Ms. Matthews. You heard her name often in the detention 
center. Supposedly, she only took the worst foster kids, and they never 
came back. You can imagine the rumors. I wouldn't say I was scared when 
I was told the news. I was more interested than anything. Being the 
biggest troublemaker in the center, I had a reputation to uphold. I 
welcomed the challenge and told the other kids I would see them in a 
couple months, tops.
	It was a long drive to Ms. Matthews's house. She lived in a small 
town in the middle of nowhere. Great. "How boring," I thought. Even her 
house was 10 miles from the center of town. Even further into the 
middle of nowhere. During the trip, a few times the driver looked in 
the rear-view mirror at me and chuckled to himself. It was a big house, 
with a 6 foot tall wooden fence surrounding it. The only sign read 
"trespassers will be shot."
I still wasn't scared at all. As we parked in front of the gate, the 
driver of the van honked. A few seconds later a very large woman opened 
the gate and walked towards the car smiling. This was the tallest woman 
I had ever seen. At least 6'4".
	The driver got out and exchanged pleasantries with Ms. Matthews 
before sliding the van door open. "End of the line" he said with a 
grin. I jumped out and looked up at the enormous woman. She was 
beautiful. Brunette hair, bright red lipstick, flowered dress and 
voluptuous in all the right places. She bent down so and ran her hand 
through my hair. "My, aren't you a cutie!" she teased. I blushed and 
rolled my eyes.
	"Why don't you go wait on the porch while I sign these papers, 
then I'll make you some lunch. How does that sound?"
	Without responding, I headed for the porch swing. After a few 
minutes of signing papers and laughing with the driver, Ms. Matthews 
came walking towards the house. By this time I was having quite a time 
on the swing. A much better time than was intended for the old wooden 
swing. She walked up and asked me not to swing that high, that it could 
break, or I could be hurt. I stopped and mumbled "whatever" as I walked 
by her. Her enormous hand latched onto my upper arm and spun me around. 
While I was completely off balance and in shock, she reached down with 
her other arm and dropped my sweats and underwear to my knees. Then she 
reined me in close so I couldn't get away and began smacking my ass so 
hard my feet were coming off the ground. As a natural response I 
reached back with both hands to guard my burning bottom, and jumped 
around in a circle as if to get away from her hand. It was no use, she 
was much taller and her hand was a vice around my arm. Tears 
immediately began to run down my cheeks as I pleaded for her to stop. 
She lectured and continued to spank me.
	"We both know why you're here, and you're going to learn to do 
what I say! The next time I speak to you, you will respond Yes Maam! Is 
that understood, young man?!"
	She must have given me around thirty smacks. By the last of them, 
my pants and underwear were so wrapped up around my ankles that I 
couldn't stand up. With snot and tears running down my face, and my 
begging incomprehensible, I just hopped around holding my red bottom 
while she held me up by my arm. I was a complete mess. Completely 
regressed back to a sniffling toddler.
	Ms. Matthews basically dragged me into the house. She untangled 
and pulled off my pants and underwear before putting me in the corner.
	"Get those hands off your bottom and don't touch it again or 
you'll get another spanking! Keep your nose in that corner until I tell 
you otherwise!"
	There I was standing in the corner with just a t-shirt, socks and 
shoes on. My spanked butt on display. I couldn't stop crying. How could 
this be happening? I was very scared now. Maybe all the rumors about 
Ms. Matthews weren't true, but they were warranted. I no longer felt 
like a bully or the toughest kid in the county, to say the least. The 
kids back at the center would never believe their eyes if they saw me 
now. Maybe they wouldn't ever see me again.

Chapter 2

	"It didn't take you long to get on my bad side, did it?" Ms. 
Matthews commented an hour later. I turned my head to see her a few 
feet behind me with her hands on her hips.
	"I've taken in a lot of wayward boys over the years. I'm finally 
beginning to realize that none of you can be trusted to behave. I give 
you an inch, you take a mile, then I have to punish you. It's always 
the same and I've had it up to here. I tried to treat you like a big 
boy but you wouldn't have it. From now on you boys are going to have to 
earn my trust. You're not getting anything for free from now on."
	Ms. Matthews grabbed my wrist and led me the stairs. I tried to 
hide my genitals but she smacked my hand out of the way, bent down and 
grabbed my penis with two of her fingers. "What?" she remarked looking 
me directly in the eye. "Don't you think I've ever seen plenty of 
little wee wees like yours?" My eyes teared up just from her looking at 
me. She was completely in control, and I was just a weak little kid. 
She led me upstairs and into one of the rooms down the hall. I looked 
around to see a little baby's nursery. When I looked back at Ms. 
Matthews, she said "stay here and be good. I'll be back in an hour." 
She closed the door and I heard her lock it a second later.
	My bottom still stung. I rubbed it and looked around the room. 
There was a crib, a highchair, a big flat padded table with some straps 
hanging down from above it. A bouncing rocking horse and some kind of 
swing hanging from the ceiling. Everything was painted baby blue. It 
wasn't the baby furniture that scared me. It was the leather straps 
that were attached to the furniture. Everything had these padded 
leather straps that looked like they were to hold someone down. Like 
what you see on TV in the mental hospitals. But why were they attached 
to baby furniture? It didn't make sense to me then. I lay down on the 
carpet and rubbed my sore bottom. I still had no pants on and felt so 
exposed.
	I awoke to the door being unlocked. I sat up and almost covered 
my genitals again, but remembered what that got me the last time. Ms. 
Matthews walked in and sat the grocery bags she was carrying on the top 
of the dresser. I couldn't see what was in them, but I was intensely 
curious. Ms. Matthews walked over to me and picked me up off the ground 
like a child. She put me against her chest and put her hand under my 
bare bottom to support me. I was ever aware of my nakedness.
	"What's going on?" I asked.
	"Hush" she replied. "You've lost all speaking privileges. Do not 
say a word unless I speak to you. You've heard the saying children are 
to be seen and not heard, right?"
	"Yea."
	She smacked my bottom hard. "Yes what?"
	"Yes, Ma'am," I whimpered.
	"Well that's what adults said to kids in the old days. Kids 
minded their parents back then. Now it applies to you."
She carried me across the room and laid me down on the big padded 
table. Immediately she started strapping my hands down with the padded 
straps. I pulled my hands away and begged not to be tied down.
"Don't you struggle or I'll put you over my knee and blister your 
little bottom again! Do you want that?"
	"No, Ma'am."
	After she finished strapping my hands down, she lifted my feet up 
and put them into the straps hanging from the ceiling. When she pushed 
a button on the wall, the straps lifted me up until my butt was off the 
table. Next she opened the cabinet under the table and brought out a 
big jar of Vaseline and a thermometer. My face must have turned bright 
red when I figured out what she was going to do. I just turned my head 
to the side and closed my eyes. What could I do?
	After greasing the thermometer, she tried to put it in my rectum. 
I tensed up naturally.
	"Don't you pucker up that pouty little anus, young man! You relax 
and let me take your temperature!"
	After a couple tries she slid in the thermometer and held it 
there for a few minutes.
	"That's a good boy." She teased. "Looks healthy to me."
	Then she headed for the grocery bags. There were four of them and 
they were huge. I couldn't believe it when she started pulling big 
packages of diapers out. My jaw dropped and I almost started to whine 
but caught myself. Diapers, wipes, oil, powder, and other things I had 
never seen before. I lay my head back down on the table and tried my 
best to just die.
	"Huggies or Pampers?" she asked.
	"What?" I asked with my most pitiful voice.
	"Huggies or Pampers? I'm going to let you choose which diaper 
you're going to wear tonight. Aren't I nice?"
	"Why are you making me wear diapers? I'm not a baby."
	Ms. Matthews marched over and gave me five hard swats to my 
upturned bottom. I screamed in pain.
	"I didn't ask you if you were a baby! I asked if you want to wear 
Huggies or Pampers didn't I?!"
	"Yes, Maam!!!"
	"Well then which is it?"
	"Pampers," I blurted out.
	"Oh you like Pampers do you? I see. Well I wan' you to say, 
'Please Maam will you put me back in thick Ultra Pampers for Boys?'"
	The tears were flowing now. My nose was running and I couldn't 
speak. I got three more swats to my burning butt.
	"Please Maam will you put me back in thick Ultra Pampers for 
Boys!!!" I pleaded.
	"What kind of diapers do you wear?"
	"Ultra Pampers!"
	I was crying loud and uncontrollably. Completely broken. I cared 
nothing about my nakedness or that I was going to be in diapers soon. I 
just didn't want to be spanked anymore. She tore open the Pampers 
package and unfolded a thick disposable diaper. After sliding it under 
my butt, she rubbed lotion all over my crotch and butt. Then loads of 
powder.
	"And what do little boys do in their Ultra Pampers?"
	"They pee."
	"What else?"
	"They poop."
	"That's right. You like to poop in your Ultra Pampers don't you? 
Say it."
	"I like to poop in my Ultra Pampers."
	"That's right, and these are going to make sure you do just 
that."
	Next she slid four little round things up my anus, lowered my 
legs, and pulled the thick diaper up over my crotch. She taped it down 
super tight. After unlocking my hands and feet from the straps, she 
picked me up and carried me over to the crib, lowered the sides and sat 
me down on the edge. She took off the rest of my clothing and told me 
to lie down on my stomach. Once again my hands and feet were strapped 
down. After lifting the side bars of the crib, she swung over another 
set of bars that went across the top and locked it down.
	"Now. You're going to take a long afternoon nap. You've lost all 
privileges until I say otherwise. You couldn't act like a big boy, so 
now you can't do anything like a big boy.
	"The better your behavior becomes, the more privileges you will 
earn. However you are going to be in diapers for quite some time. So 
get used to it. Maybe one day when you are a well behaved young man, 
I'll get out the potty chair and train you all over again. That's a 
long ways away though. You'd be better off just thinking about keeping 
your mouth shut except for when you're saying 'Yes Maam'."
	A few seconds passed, and Ms Matthews just looked at me.
	"Yes Maam."
	"Good boy." She exclaimed. She patted the seat of my diaper and 
turned to leave. The door shut and locked.

Chapter 3

	I looked around the best I could. There was only one window. With 
blue painted bars covering it. Figures. I was past trying to figure out 
why this was happening. I was just basically feeling sorry for myself. 
I wish I had been a better foster kid. Some of those families weren't 
so bad. I thought I was smarter than everybody. Now look at me.
This is more horrible than anything I could have ever imagined.
	I knew the minutes were passing like hours, so I put my head down 
and tried to fall asleep. The lights were almost out when I felt a 
rumbling in my stomach. I tried again to go to sleep, but a minute 
later another rumbling. They became painful pretty soon. I cringed 
against my restraints. I'd never felt anything like this. Soon I felt 
like I had to poop. This must have been what she was talking about. 
Those little pill looking things she put in me. At the time I was too 
emotional to care. This can't be happening. I'm thirteen and I feel 
like I'm going to poop in a diaper! Maybe I could hold it off.
	After probably ten minutes of clinching my butt, the pain became 
intolerable. I got up on my hands and knees the best I could with the 
restraints and let loose. It was loud and big. A river of poop exploded 
out of my rear and smashed up against the inside of my diaper with a 
loud cracking noise.. It instantly spread out all over my butt. The 
diaper was so tight I thought the tapes would break. I could feel it 
expand. I grunted and groaned, pushing more and more sticky acidic poop 
into my diaper.
	"That's a good boy! Load up your diaper for Ms. Matthews!!!" A 
voice rang out!
	She was standing next to the crib! I blushed bright red, turned 
my head away and started to cry. My stomach was still turning 
violently. I had to keep pushing.
	"That's right sweetie, you poop those diapers. That's what 
they're for."
	I bawled my eyes out, and kept filling my diapers while she 
praised me. I thought it would never end. I pushed as hard as I could 
and a huge bubble of poop spread my cheeks. One of the tapes snapped as 
the diaper expanded further. That was it. I dropped against the crib 
and laid there crying. I could feel the difference in my diaper. There 
was a warm mushy lump between my legs, and a layer of sticky mess 
forming the cotton against my butt. When I moved, even a little, the 
mess bubbled between my crack. It was horrible.
	Ms. Matthews unlocked the crib and lowered the bars. She 
whispered to me and put her hand over my loaded diaper seat. Patting it 
softly every once in a while.
	"Hush now� that's a good boy. It's ok. That's what little boys 
do. They poop their precious little diapers don't they? Yes�. You're ok 
now. Go to sleep sweetheart."
	I started to smell the mess in my diaper. Just one more thing to 
add to my humiliation. I tried to move as little as possible to keep 
the poop from spreading further. I cried myself to sleep.

Chapter 4

	I awoke to the horrible scent of my dirty diaper. I shifted to 
look around, and my bottom started to burn and sting. I looked over my 
shoulder and was barely able to see the thick Pampers containing that 
horrid mess. I shifted so I could see them better. The diapers crinkled 
loudly and the burning came back. The gooey poop from the night before 
had turned cold and lumpy.
	I yelled "hello" a few times before Ms. Matthews unlocked the 
door and came in and began to unlock the crib.
	"My, my�.it smells like someone made a poopoo! Josh, did you make 
a surprise for Ms. Matthews? Yes you did you little stinker!"
	I blushed and put my face into the crib. Ms. Matthews put one of 
her high-heeled feet into the lowered crib siding, lifted me up, and 
set me down with her thigh between my legs. My loaded diaper squished 
and crinkled loudly. She hugged me tightly into her breasts and bounced 
me on her knee. The cold lumpy poop worked its way back up into my 
crack and up my lower back. It felt horrible.
"I'm going to let it slide since you've had a stressful night, and 
maybe you forgot our little rule. You are not to speak unless spoken 
to. If you need your diaper changed, you can cry. And then, maybe�.you 
will get changed. Understood?"
	"Yes ma'am."
	"Good boy."
	Next Ms. Matthews set me down, grabbed my wrist and led me into 
the kitchen. There was an oversized highchair with restraints bolted to 
the sides. I wasn't very surprised. I thought for a second about asking 
to have my diaper changed. Only for a second. Then I thought about 
crying, but knew I couldn't just yet. Ms. Matthews lifted me up and set 
me down in the highchair. My messy butt slammed against the padded 
chair. Undoubtedly done on purpose. My hands locked into the leather 
restraints, and the little tabletop locked into place. I squirmed to 
get comfortable. My butt was really starting to burn now.
	Ms. Matthews brought out three little jars of baby food, 2 bran 
muffins, and two bottles of milk. For the next half hour she fed me 
from the little jars. It was all disgusting and I had to fight not to 
vomit. She kept shoveling it into my mouth, spoonful after spoonful. 
She also managed to get it all over my face. Obviously to add to my 
embarrassment. She made airplane noises, and made jokes about how the 
food would soon be in my diaper. The muffins weren't too bad. They did 
seem a little out of place with the baby food and bottles of milk.
	When the baby food was all gone, she unlocked me and sat me on 
her lap to bottle-feed me. With the seat of my diaper crunched against 
her inner thigh and my face tucked between her shoulder and breast, Ms. 
Matthews shoved the bottle into my mouth and said "drink your baba!" I 
blushed and started to suck. It wasn't even milk! What the hell was it? 
Whatever it was, it was gross! Getting the milk out of the rubber 
nipple was hard and took forever. During the 2nd bottle, Ms. Matthews 
reached down and rubbed my diaper seat. It burned and I grimaced while 
sucking. She continued to lightly spank, rub, and scrunch the thick 
diaper in her fist. I could tell she was loving every minute of this.
	When the bottles were finally empty I was taken back into the 
nursery and laid down on the changing table. I wasn't restrained this 
time. The diaper change was bad enough. Ms. Matthews ripped the tapes 
and slowly pulled the diaper off my stomach and lowered it down between 
my legs with a loud crinkle. It sounded like peeling tape off of a 
role. Unmistakable. I felt part of the mess being pulled away from my 
crotch and bottom. The cool air hit me and immediately made my butt 
start to itch. I squirmed, but didn't dare reach down there. I did look 
down to see what it looked like though. It was worse than I though. I 
immediately blushed and put my head back down on the changing table, 
completely humiliated.
	"Oh my�.you've made a big, stinky mess in your diapers for Ms. 
Matthews haven't you. Well get used to it. I bought a months worth of 
diapers and you're going to load up every single one of them."
	After being wiped clean, Ms. Matthews commented on my diaper 
rash. "Looks like somebody's got a little rash. Better get used to that 
too" she said with an evil grin.
Next I was carried into the bathroom and put in a tub filled with 
lukewarm water. Every inch of my body was scrubbed except my privates 
and bottom. "Get up on your knees so I can scrub your little weewee." I 
blushed yet again, but obeyed. She soaped the rag and scrubbed me 
roughly between my legs. And then in my crack. She patted my bottom and 
told me to sit back down. After a rinse, she picked me up in a towel 
and dried me while sitting on her lap.
	Naked as the day I was born, she took my wrist and led me back 
into the nursery. Once again up on the changing table. Lotion and 
powder was applied, and another one of those little pills was inserted 
into my bottom. I almost groaned, but caught myself. Then I almost 
started to cry thinking about having to mess my diaper again. Ms. 
Matthews must have seen but didn't say anything. She enjoyed knowing I 
knew that my diapers would soon be messy again. She just smiled while 
pulling a thick Pampers from the package. She lifted up the package and 
told me to look inside. Row after row after row of puffy white 
disposable Ultra Pampers packed tightly inside. "Look at all those 
diapers you're going to use! Won't that be fun!!!"
	Before taping the diaper into place, she reached down below and 
pulled out a thick pad and held it against my butt and crotch. "We're 
going to run some errands today and we don't want you to leak." We were 
going out? How could I go out like this? Diapered? I almost started to 
panic. The diaper was taped tightly in place. The bulk between my legs 
was at least 3 times what it was before. Now I was really wanting to 
panic! Next she pulled out a little pair of blue shorts, a patterned t-
shirt, socks and shoes. Once dressed, she put me down on the floor in 
front of the mirror on the wall. She then reached down and tucked in my 
shirt. I could just barely see any signs of the thick diaper under the 
shorts. Ms. Matthews looked unpleased. She turned me around so I could 
see my backside, then grabbed the waist of the shorts and tugged them 
up until the bulge of my diaperseat pushed through the rear of the 
shorts. "There! That's better!" she remarked with joy. The sides of my 
mouth dropped and I exhaled deeply. "Don't you pout young man or you 
won't get any shorts at all!" I believed her and immediately straitened 
my face. I was dying on the inside though. I looked back at the mirror. 
There was so obviously a thick diaper under my shorts. The cotton 
shorts seemed to mold around the edges of the diaper. The lump that 
stuck out and ran down between my legs was so obviously from a thick 
disposable diaper. Ms. Matthews grabbed the waist and just yanked the 
shorts up further.
	Ms. Matthews grabbed the diaper bag by the front door and took me 
outside. On the way to the car and kept looking around her back and the 
diaper bag and how obvious it was that it was a diaper bag. I could 
even see some Pampers sticking out the top! I could see the little 
cartoon characters and everything! Two bottles were tucked into the 
side pockets! This was going to be really bad. Hopefully I wouldn't 
have to get out of the car. Ever since being told we were going to go 
run errands I had been on the verge of crying. I couldn't believe the 
situation I was in. It just got worse and worse too.
	When we arrived at the station wagon, Ms. Matthews opened the 
back door. What else could possibly be in there but a slightly large 
car seat. With a frown I got in and sat in the seat without even being 
told. Ms. Matthews grinned and pulled the arm down over my head and 
locked it in front of me. Then strapped my hands into the restraints on 
the sides. Does this lady have any furniture without restraints? Last 
she took a large pacifier with clear rubber straps and shoved it into 
my mouth. After fastening it behind my head, she squeezed the bulb on 
the outside of the pacifier and it inflated the rubber nipple in my 
mouth. It pressed against my tongue and filled my mouth almost 
completely. "Looks like we're all ready to go!" Ms. Matthews said and 
gave me a kiss on my cheek. "Oh wait, I forgot something!" She pulled 
out a bonnet and tied it into place. The humiliation. I closed my eyes 
and frowned. She squeezed my cheeks and told me how cute I looked 
before closing the door. I could barely move. The car seat propped up 
my legs so they couldn't even touch the floorboard.
	We took off down the highway. Several times Ms. Matthews went to 
pass slower cars, or slowed down to let faster cars go by. Every time 
though, she would equal their speed and stay right next to them long 
enough so that anybody who wanted to look over and see the big sissy 
baby in the backseat, could. The worst was a car full of teenage girls. 
They giggled and pointed for what seemed like eternity.
	We pulled into a gas station a few miles down the road. There was 
a little drive in window. A cute girl opened the window. I immediately 
looked away. I was sure she could see me in the back seat, but didn't 
want to know for sure. I definitely didn't want to make eye contact. "I 
bet somebody would like an ice cream. Would you like that?" Ms. 
Matthews teased. "Yes Ma'am" I mumbled under the pacifier.
"Marlboro Light 100's and a small cup of chocolate ice cream please" 
Ms. Matthews said to the drive through girl. After paying, we pulled 
into a parking space and Ms. Matthews fed me the ice cream.
	"This ice cream looks a little like what I found in your Pampers 
this morning. Same consistency too." Ms. Matthews grinned and shoved 
the spoon into my mouth as I turned bright red. When I was done, she 
strapped the pacifier back in my mouth and inflated the nipple. While 
unwrapping her cigarettes, Ms. Matthews said how much fun it was going 
to be to show off her cute little boy to all her friends in town. And 
told me she would drop my diapers, haul me over her knee and blister my 
butt in front of them if I wasn't on my best behavior. I dreaded the 
humiliating day ahead of me. The car lighter popped. Ms. Matthews fired 
up her cigarette, parked it between her lips and pulled out of the 
parking lot towards town.

Chapter 5

	After a few minutes we were driving through town. It was a small 
town. Seemed like there was one main street, and the rest was just 
houses. The kind of town where Ms. Matthews would know everybody. My 
hopes of not having to leave the car were crushed when she pulled up to 
a parking meter and started unstrapping me from the car seat. After 
deflating the pacifier and taking it off, Ms. Matthews ordered to get 
out of the car like a good boy. She had that damn diaper bag over her 
shoulder. Seemed like those diapers that were sticking out of the top 
were even more visible now. When I got out, she firmly grabbed my 
wrist, closed the car door and marched me down the sidewalk.
	Every step was an eternity. Each counted off by the clicking of 
Ms. Matthews high heels. I looked up at her. She was wearing all red. 
Tight knee high skirt, blouse with a rose on one of the breasts, bright 
red lipstick, and a big brimmed hat with roses on it as well. Red also. 
And a black net hanging over her eyes. She looked like something out of 
an old movie. Very proper looking.
	Ms. Matthews was walking at a brisk confident pace. I could feel 
the thick diapers between my legs were making me waddle a little bit. I 
tried to walk in a normal manner but I was too slow and got jerked back 
to Ms. Matthew's side. There were plenty of people out and about to my 
dismay. And everybody looked at us as soon as they heard Ms. Matthew's 
heels slamming into the sidewalk. The first people we walked by were a 
couple holding hands. I looked down at the pavement as they passed, not 
wanting to make eye contact. A second after, I heard "is he wearing a 
diaper?" Next was a group of women standing outside a business talking. 
I looked up for an instant. All three were looking strait at me 
smiling. As we passed I could feel their stare burning a hole right 
through my diaper.
	Finally Ms. Matthews turned to take me into a clothing store. 
Anything would be better than the sidewalk. Or so I thought. As we 
approached the door, a woman was exiting. I could tell by her face when 
she caught a glimpse that she was going to say something. She was one 
of those loud obnoxious women that just loves to chat with strangers.
	"Oh my!!! Isn't he just adorable!!!" the woman practically 
screamed. "Is he wearing a diaper?"
	"He most certainly is" Ms. Matthews responded. "Josh has been 
having trouble acting his age."
	"Uh oh!!! Well that will certainly teach him a lesson!" the woman 
teased. "He looks so cute in a diaper and those little shorts, I would 
be tempted to keep him that way!"
	"I'm debating that." Ms. Matthews giggled before opening the door 
and pulling me in.
	Once in the store, Ms. Matthews almost shouted "hello ladies, 
anybody here???" Immediately three women came running. They must have 
all been good friends because they hugged and exchanged pleasantries 
for what seemed like��a millisecond, before one of them remarked "look 
at this little sweetheart!" Then all the attention was on me.
The ladies cooed over me, and my clothes, and the little diaper bulge 
in the seat of my little shorts. I was bright red in no time and trying 
to block everything out.
	"Can I check his diaper?" one of them asked.
	"Of course" Ms. Matthews responded.
	"I get to change him!" another squealed.
	The woman kneeled down and smelled the seat of my shorts. "I 
don't think he's messy!" Next she put her arm around my waist and 
pulled my shorts down to my ankles, fully exposing my diaper.
	"Oh look at those cute little diapers!" one of the women said.
	The woman grabbed the rear waistband of the diapers and pulled 
them out to take a peak. "He's wearing two diapers?" she said grinning. 
"He must be a little pooper!" I covered my eyes with my arm and they 
all giggled. Next she put a finger into the crotch of the diaper and 
wiggled it around inside. "Not wet either!" The girl who offered to 
change me looked very unhappy. "Ooooh too bad!" she pouted.
	Ms. Matthews must have called ahead to explain the situation. 
These ladies were acting way too normal about this all. Or perhaps Ms. 
Matthews had brought other boys in diapers here. The woman who had 
checked my diaper pulled my shorts off and took me over to a chair 
nearby. She sat down and lifted me up and set me down with her knee 
between my legs. She put her hand behind my head and pressed it against 
her shoulder and patted my back with the other. I was held like this 
while the ladies talked. Ten minutes probably went by before Ms. 
Matthews said we had to get going. One of the other ladies checked my 
diaper and gave me a piece of candy for keeping my diapers dry.
I was choked up until Ms. Matthews swatted my diaper seat. I thanked 
the nice lady for the candy.
	"Let's get these shorts back on you sweetie." One lady said.
	"Oh its ok, I'll put them on him in the car," Ms Matthews assured 
her. She took the shorts, and my wrist and we were heading towards the 
door. I wanted to freak out so badly but I didn't have time! We were 
out on the sidewalk before I knew it. Two seconds after, a group of 
teenage girls walked past us. You can imagine the comments. The worst 
was "I wonder if there's anything in his diapers?"
	I tried to stretch my shirt so it would cover my diaper. Ms. 
Matthews saw it and tucked the shirt INTO my diapers!!! The swatted my 
butt hard before heading towards the car. Next we stopped at the 
grocery store. Luckily I got to wear my shorts.
	As soon as we entered the store, Ms. Matthews asked an employee 
where the diaper section was. Of course the woman knew they were for 
me. Ms. Matthews knew where the diapers were kept, she just wanted to 
humiliate me further. In the diaper isle Ms. Matthews spotted a new 
diaper. Huggies Sensors. She read out loud that the diaper had a triple 
absorbent pad in the crotch and rear. What made these diapers extra 
special though, was that they had sensory padding that could sense if 
the diaper was wet or messy, or both. When the diaper was wet, the word 
"wettums" would show up on the crotch in juvenile yellow letters. If it 
was messy, the word "poopums" would show up on the rear in brown 
letters. "Now isn't that cute!" Ms. Matthews giggled. "Wow, only 10 
diapers to a package. These must be very thick!" She put 2 packages in 
our cart and made me hold the third.
	I carried the diapers around the store for almost an hour. 
Everybody who saw me giggled, or commented, or did what people do when 
they see a spectacle like me. I started feeling those rumblings in my 
stomach again. I knew what was coming. I thought I could hold it until 
we got to the car. No way. As soon as I found what seemed like a good 
time to let go and get it over with, a group of girls walked around the 
corner and spotted me. I couldn't stop it now. I tensed up my face, and 
held my breath. I giant bubble of poop erupted from my butt and slammed 
into the double thick diapers. The girls almost screamed "he's pooping 
his diapers!" "Oh that is so cute!" "Someone is making a stinky!!!" 
	Wave after wave of sticky poop filled up my diaper seat. When I 
was finally done, I looked around and couldn't see Ms. Matthews. All of 
a sudden she grabbed my arm, pulled me close to her and gave me a hard 
swat on my rear. My legs nearly came off the ground, so you can imagine 
what happened to the messy lump in my diaper. The girls who had been 
watching erupted into uncontrollable laughter. Ms. Matthews probably 
knew what was in my diaper, but the group of girls definitely knew. My 
eyes welled up and I started to cry from the shame. Ms. Matthews picked 
me up and put me in the little seat for toddlers that's built into the 
shopping cart. I could hear the group of girls laugh for the next 5 
minutes.
	Checking out took forever of course. I went to follow Ms. 
Matthews but she turned me around and pointed back at the big package 
of Huggies on the register counter that we had forgotten. "Josh doesn't 
forget your diapers." She said very loudly. Everybody in ear's reach 
turned and watched me get the diapers and carry them out.
	I started to cry again as we walked across the parking lot. I was 
so embarrassed and humiliated. I was a wreck. Like a two year old who 
couldn't stop crying. I could barely catch my breath. Ms. Matthews told 
me everything was going to be ok, and tried to calm me down. Finally I 
stopped crying and felt a little better. Then I got strapped into that 
car seat, and the pacifier was inflated in my mouth. The disgusting 
mess I was sitting on was starting to burn my bottom again. I shifted 
to get more comfortable, but it just made it worse, and spread the mess 
further.
	Next we stopped at the bank. I was all ready for another round of 
embarrassment when Ms. Matthews said "I'm going in the bank, I'll be 
back in a bit." She closed the door and entered the bank. After about 
five minutes, my diaper was starting to really irritate me. And the car 
was starting to get hot. Thirty minutes later my bottom and crotch was 
on fire, and I was sweating. My diaper felt like a sauna. I shifted for 
some relief and it only got worse. Then I tried using my leg and arm 
muscles to lift my butt off the seat a little. I got tired and even 
more sweaty very quickly. I dropped back down into the seat mashing the 
poop further.
	By the clock on the dash, it had been an hour and still no sign 
of Ms. Matthews. I was in agony. I was sure I would have no skin left 
on my butt. My diaper was a sweaty, itchy, burning mess. You can 
imagine the smell in that hot car too. I started to bawl. My eyes were 
lakes of tears, my nose was bubbling with snot. Two ladies saw me and 
were looking through the car window at me, pointing and giggling. A few 
minutes later Ms. Matthews came out of the bank and opened the car 
door. I started crying even harder. Ms. Matthews said everything would 
be ok, and turned on the air conditioner. I continued to cry the whole 
way home. My butt was on fire and my face was a mess from all the 
crying.
	As soon as we got home, Ms. Matthews took me out of the car seat 
and carried me into the house. I was completely broken and crying like 
an infant. I didn't care anymore about wearing diapers, or sleeping in 
a crib, or any of that. I just wanted my diaper changed. I just wanted 
a dry diaper, and to be held and taken care of.