Toby's Turmoil It wasn't bad enough that 9 year old Toby was a foster child, separated from his mother because of her crack addiction, placed in the "care" of a foster family that was more interested in the additional income he provided than in his welfare. It wasn't bad enough that Toby was a chronic bedwetter who hadn't had more than his age in dry nights since he came to live with his "temporary" family 3 months ago. No, for little Toby this life was at best a respite from the mere existence he had grown to accept over his few short years. Mr. & Mrs. Butz had two other foster children. Jill, age 12, was just entering adolescence, and had been in their custody for a year and a half, since being taken away from her natural father, a widower, alcoholic and for 4 years, incestually involved with his daughter. Shawn, just turned 14, and living with the Butz's for 4 years after being abandoned by his abusive parents when he was Toby's age, was also just entering puberty and starting to unleash years of pent-up hostility for the first time. Toby was a small boy, his growth stunted by years of emotional starvation and abuse. The family lived in rural southern Ohio near the Kentucky border. They lived modestly but certainly well above the standard of the area. It was this and this alone that qualified the Butz's for foster parenting. Since his arrival Toby felt unwanted. Since that first night when he wet his bed and soaked the mattress his relationship with his family seemed doomed to shame, humiliation and endless frustration. He was given his own bed next to Shawn's. He proved to be a problematic child. He wasn't actually bad but very clumsy and prone to poor decisions resulting in his frequent need for punishment. But it was the bedwetting that caused the most conflict in the family. The first time he wet he was give a fair warning that it was not to happen again. When it happened the very next night he was given a good strapping with a leather belt in front of the family just before sitting down for supper making it a rather noisy affair with all the boy's crying to interrupt conversation. But the punishment didn't bring an end to the boy's nasty habit. He soaked his now thoroughly stained and smelly mattress again the next night. Mrs. Butz had to empty a can of Lysol spray to clear up the accumulated smell and had the bedroom windows open all day to air out the mattress. She knew she would have to do something about this problem. At the local pharmacy she found the traditional rubber sheet which she applied to the bed as she made it up late that afternoon. That would keep the mattress dry at least. But she would not accept continued bedwetting without punishment and that night, while Toby was again relieving himself in his sleep Mr. & Mrs. Butz plotted out a course of action. Toby was slightly relieved by the fact that he didn't get a "wake-up belt" the next morning, but felt uneasy all day after he was informed that his "new" punishment awaited him after supper. All day he cried inside, feeling so helpless but certain that he could stay dry if he just tried a little harder. At the table Mrs. Butz announced that Toby would be punished as soon as the dishes were washed and that he was to stand in the corner of the kitchen until then. For 20 minutes he listened to the clatter of tableware, cutlery and idle chatter as he faced his wall of shame, trying to imagine what his fate would be. When the chores were done the family, along with a fearful Toby, gravitated to the TV room as usual. Mrs. Butz sat her big butt down in her usual spot on the sofa and pulled the youngster to her as her husband sat down beside them. Even though the TV was on everyone's eyes were on Toby. Mrs. Butz slowly began undressing the child, folding each piece of clothing and handing to her husband as she explained to Toby that his punishment would actually help him to gain control of his problem. When Toby was stripped to just his underpants, shivering with anticipation, Mr. Butz went to the kitchen and got a large glass of water. Mrs. Butz explained to Toby that he was to stand beside the TV, facing the family until bedtime. In addition, he was to drink every drop of liquid he was given. To Toby it didn't seem too tragic a punishment after all. He took his place and began drinking the water he was handed. He shortly realized that water wasn't all that easy to drink unless one was thirsty, which he wasn't, having just finished eating. But with some prodding he managed to gulp down the last drop. So there he stood, looking at his family watching TV, quite self-conscious, but not in any pain. Within a few minutes Shawn left the room and returned with a glass of milk and offered it to Toby. Remembering his orders he drank this without too much trouble, but was wishing he could watch TV instead of standing in his underpants in front of everybody. Before long, however, Toby felt the call of nature. He asked his mom if he could go to the bathroom. She replied "I don't think so, little one. You just stand there and be quiet." Shortly thereafter Jill left the room and returned with a large glass of juice for Toby. He looked at it, and feeling his growing need to relieve his bladder, balked at drinking more but the immediate scowl on his mother's face brought the glass to his lips and he drank it dry. Toby stared at the floor for quite some time as he felt his urge to urinate grow from mild to severe. He began shifting his weight from one leg to the other. Gradually his twitching turned to agitation as the inevitable event grew close. Once again, in a desperate plea, he asked to go to the bathroom, only to hear his mom say "I'll decide when you're ready to go potty, little one. Now shut up and let us watch TV!" And with that he was silenced, in greater need to pee than he had ever remembered. He now was starting to prance as he held his crotch, trying desperately to prevent the flow of piss. At this sight Mrs. Butz reprimanded "You better not wet your pants if you know what's good for you!!!" as the boy squirmed in place. After downing another glass of water from his mother's hands Toby was holding his crotch desperately, dancing about in tears pleading to use the toilet as the family watched in amusement. Finally Mrs. Butz said "Oh look. It seems as though Toby needs to go potty." With that she went to the kitchen and brought back a glass measuring cup with a label marked "TOBY'S POTTY" attached to the side. She ushered the skittish boy to her side and after ordering him to place his hands on his head lowered his underpants to his knees. She took his little penis, ready to explode with the only kind of ejaculation a boy of his age knew, between her fingers and aimed it into the cup. Nanoseconds later he released his strained bladder and poured out its contents in a torrent of relief accompanied with a similar output from his eyes, gasping tears of refreshment. As the stream of bliss drew to a close Mrs. Butz shook the boy's penis and holding the measuring glass up to the light exclaimed "And I thought you REALLY had to GO! Next time you'll wait!". She handed the cup to her husband and slipped Toby's underpants off him completely. Taking his hand she ushered him off to bed, his head hung in total shame, tears still streaming down his cheeks. Upstairs, Mrs. Butz took the boy into the bathroom and told him to stand still while she brushed his teeth for him. Then she took a wet washcloth and went over his face, chest, underarms and finally, she thoroughly wiped his bottom. By the time she came around to his genitals his little penis was standing erect. She stingingly snapped at it with her fingers saying "Naughty Toby! Shame on you!" She carefully washed his privates and when she was done she took him to his bedroom and put pajamas on him and tucked him into bed but not without making him promise he wouldn't wet the bed, a promise they both knew he couldn't keep. Toby lay in bed in the dark, thinking about his situation. Before long tears were streaming down his cheeks. He knew no matter how hard he tried he wasn't going to be able to stay dry and would probably have to suffer through more and more punishments and humiliations. And nothing he could do would prevent it. Eventually he drifted off to sleep and not too long afterwards, down under the covers, inside his pajama bottoms, from the little hole in the end of his pee-pee, it came dribbling out, first a little and then a full stream, running down between his legs, over his wrinkled scrotal sack, quickly soaking through his pj's and onto the sheets, ending up collecting on the rubber sheet on the mattress. He let out quite a large amount as all the liquids he had consumed were still being processed. As his bed became soaked he dreamed a pleasant dream of swimming in a forest stream. And later that night it happened again. The following morning Mrs. Butz came into the boys' bedroom and opened the curtains to let the sunshine in and rousted them from their sleep. Shawn preferred to sleep in just his jockey shorts during the summer and found that now that he was starting to have morning erections he resented having the sheets pulled off him. Mrs. Butz was looking for signs of masturbation and this was one of them, she was sure. And today was a day when the boy had a very noticeable erection in his pants. She shook her finger at him, pointing to his crotch, and sternly warned him that if she ever caught him playing with himself he'd get a good sound thrashing. And Shawn believed her. And he was scared because he had recently experienced his first orgasm and was always anxious to have another one, but he had to be very careful, so he often went out in the woods alone for fear of being caught in the act. Being caught with an erection meant to Mrs. Butz that either he had just been masturbating or had been having filthy thoughts. She scolded him out of bed and made the rest of his day quite unpleasant in general. When she turned to Toby's bed she pulled the cover off him and was taken back by the extra wet bed. Everything was soaked. Toby was also surprised; and frightened. Without a word she pulled him off the bed and pulled his pajamas off him. She took a belt from his closet and gave him 9 good straps across the legs and buttocks, sending him into a shrill tantrum. She stood him at the foot of the bed while she proceeded to strip it, then rinsing and drying the rubber sheet, followed by remaking the bed. She took the still whimpering boy into the bathroom and stood him in the tub and turned on a cold shower over him. After drying him off she took him back to the bedroom and dressed him, telling him he was just going to have to get used to being punished every day if he refused to grow up. It was early summer and Toby spent much of his day outside by himself where he wouldn't have to face the family. He wasn't exactly looking for friends, either, for fear they would just find out his shame and make fun of him. So he played alone in the woods. But when the evening meal came around he had to face his punishment and he knew he couldn't avoid it. That night and for several more nights he was subjected to the same "water torture" of the previous night, but to add to his shame he was made to stand naked by the TV. And every night he wet two or three times in his bed. After a week of this it became clear to the Butz's that something more serious had to be done. It had become clear that spankings and the belt didn't work, nor did humiliation. And Mrs. B. was getting tired of changing and washing sheets so often. So she went to town and did some shopping. When she returned she went right to her sewing room and stayed there for several hours. After supper, when Toby was bracing up for another round with the forced drinking of liquids he got a surprise. Mrs. Butz said in a somewhat kinder tone than usual "Tonight, Toby, we will try something different; something that won't hurt and should take care of your problem for good. I want you to go to your room and find something on you bed and bring it down to me WITHOUT looking inside." Somewhat excited and a bit apprehensive he did as told. What he found on the bed was a large wicker basket with a handle. It had things in it but it was covered with a towel. He was tempted to look, but didn't. He took the basket in hand and returned to the TV room. Mrs. B. smiled as he set it down in front of her. She then stood the boy in front of her, and talking as if to a baby, she undressed the boy completely, telling him that everything was going to be just fine from now on for little Toby. When he was naked she told him it was time to look in his basket. Only Mrs. Mr. & Mrs. Butz knew the contents; the other children watched in great anticipation as Toby removed the towel covering the basket. Mrs. B. told him to take everything out and hand it to her. To his shock and surprise he found a stack of large pre-folded cloth diapers and several pair of rubber baby pants, baby powder, oil and wipes, a waterproof changing mat, and under it all was a Teddy Bear and a pacifier. It finally hit him like a ton of bricks: he was going to be treated like a baby for acting like one. In a single moment he wanted to cry from shame and relief, but he held back the tears and just looked up at his mother. She smiled at him and placed the changing mat on the couch next to her and told him to lie down on it. She handed him the bear and then put the pacifier in his mouth. She began washing his entire diaper area with a "baby- fragrant" wipe, cleaning his bottom, all up between his legs, his genitals and tummy. All the while Toby's mind just went blank as he sucked on the rubber nipple and just experienced the feeling of having his privates washed with the sweet smell of the baby wipe in his nostrils. The powder and finally the thick white diaper that Mrs. B. had sewn earlier that day. She stood him up in front of her on the sofa so all could see. Coos, and ooos came from the family's mouths. She held out a nice new pair of extra-large toddler baby pants and he stepped into them. She pulled them up into place and then had him turn around for all to see. He was still sucking on the pacifier and hugging the bear. He looked so cute that Mr. Butz had to get his camera and take a few snapshots of him. Toby was still in shock and didn't really feel anything but a strange sense of peace. Mrs. Butz picked him up and gave him a big wet kiss on the lips and then set him on the floor for the family to enjoy. Everyone took turns holding him in their lap and giving him kisses and talking baby-talk to him. He just took it all in. But there was another thing that Mrs. Butz had in mind for the boy tonight as well: more drinks, just like before, citing an article she had read in town that said people didn't drink enough fluids. For tonight at least everyone had an extra glass of something while watching Toby and TV (and Toby had several). Before bed he mentioned that he had to go pee, which got a chuckle out of everyone. Mrs. B. said "Well, what's stopping you? When you have your diapers on you're wearing your toilet!" So with that he let it all out in his diapers for the first time since he was 3. And it felt so good...