From: an102631@anon.penet.fi (Grumpy Bear) Date: Sun, 8 Jan 1995 15:58:27 UTC Subject: STORY: A Diapered 16 year old. A Diapered Sixteen Year Old For a long time I thought I was the only sixteen year old who was still wetting his pajamas and bed every night. For a long time my mother just put up with my wetting saying that I would soon grow out of it. After it had continued on for a year or more she thought I must have a medical problem, but when we had that checked out and there was nothing medically wrong, she concluded that I must just be too lazy to get up and go to the bathroom. Her first solution was to set an alarm next to my bed and have it go off every two or three hours at night. Being that I was the only child who still wet his bed I was given my own room so that no one else would have to put up with my problem. When the alarm sounded I had to get up and go to the bathroom that adjoined my parents room and do my tinkles as my mother put it. If I couldn't go I had to remain there until I did, as mother could hear from her room if I had or not. Mother soon got tired of all this and discontinued the nightly alarms and I was soon wetting the bed again. A week or so latter at the breakfast table my mother had a long talk with me about my bedwetting. She and my father had decided that I should start to be treated like the baby I was acting like. So starting on Saturday I would start a whole new lifestyle. From then on, every night before dinner, I was taken to the bathroom and given a bath. Mother would then lead me to my bedroom, or the nursery as she put it, and she would powder, oil, and diaper me in my thick night diapers and super sized plastic baby pants just like I had to wear when I was younger, only now they were much larger, but they fit with no problem. At dinner time I had to sit at one end of the table all by myself and eat my food with my fingers. I was allowed to eat the same food as the rest of the family but mine had been all mushed up and when I was done I looked just like a little baby with food all over my hands and face. I was then cleaned up and taken to my bedroom and given a diaper check to see if I was still dry. A wet or damp diaper meant that I would have to wear plastic baby pants over my underwear to school the next day. I was then dressed in my pajamas, which were a baby type blanket sleeper that could have a small padlock put though the zipper so that I could not remove them or tamper with my diapers at night. And I was put into my rubber sheeted bed for the night, it was usually about 8:00 pm by this time. I always woke up wet in the morning, but had to wait for mother to get me out of bed and change my diapers. On school days I had to shower and get myself ready for school. If I had been wet that night I was to wear plastic baby pants over my underwear and when I went down for breakfast mother would check to see that I had them on. When there was no school I would just be changed into dry diapers. I was only allowed to wear a t-shirt, diapers and plastic pants around the house, even if some of our relatives or friends were coming over. This was so that mother could easily check my diapers to see if they were wet. As I was never allowed to use the bathroom anymore I would often be wet. At first I was very embarrassed when mother would check my diapers in front of my friends and I would be wet. She would tell me to go and get my things, and I knew that I was to go to my room and get my rubber changing pad, baby lotion, baby powder and a dry set of diapers, and bring them to her. Right there in front of everyone she would spread my rubber pad and have me to lie down and she would remove my plastic pants and wet diapers and proceeded to rub baby lotion onto my bottom and onto my front side. By this time everyone would be staring at my naked body and my limp little penis. I would get very embarrassed and my face and my little penis would turn beet red. Mother then would say "we don't want our little baby to get a rash from all those wet diapers do we". When she finished I was to take my wet things and put then into the diaper pail. Mother would make sure that I always had enough baby supplies on hand. When she needed something I was forced to go to the store and get it. She would call the store with her list of what she needed. I would be dressed in a t- shirt and shorts, over my diapers of course, and sent off to the store. The shorts hardly concealed my bulging loins and when I walked the fluffy edges of my plastic pants would show. I usually had to get some baby food, baby oil, baby powder, baby lotion and diapers both cloth and some disposables for when we traveled to relatives. The lady at the store was a friend of my mother's, so she had worked out a way that she could get all my baby supplies in large quantities. When I had to pickup the supplies I would be kidded that I was getting bigger every time and that I was the biggest baby she had ever seen. On Saturday I would have to wash and hang out all my diapers and baby clothes. Even today I still wear my diapers and plastic pants to bed every night and as often as I can during the daytime. There are a few years missing but I had better end this as it is starting to be rather long. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.penet.fi. Due to the double-blind, any mail replies to this message will be anonymized, and an anonymous id will be allocated automatically. 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