(BBBBBBBBUUUUUUUUUUUZZZZZZZZZZ)
With a heavy hand Tom crashed down on the alarm clock, he was very tired,
and didn't want to get up. Just as he started to get up Debbie came in the
room and softly said "I called you in already,
go back to bed."
"Why did you do that" "because, you
were up all night with cramps from the laxitive, and it is going
to take you a while to get cleaned up, but I bet you will not
hit my son ever again"
"No, I promise you that. Can I go shower?"
"No, go back to bed"
"But...uh..I'm a little uncomfortable"
"and you will be until I decided to let you take that dirty
diaper off, and I won't do that until youv'e gotten some sleep."
"okay honey" Debbie left the room and went to care for Dennis. Dennis was
in bad shape this morning, he had pooped and peed in the night, and was quite messy, but he still didn't wake up. He knew what was going on, and he
wanted to stop it, but he just couldn't.
"Dennis?.....Dennis Honey?.....I think you can here me so, I have to go
out for a while later and Daddy is coming too, but don't worry, Paul offered
to stay with you."
His head was spinning, he needed to scream, he needed to shout, "Don't
leave me with him, please" But it was no use,
he was lost in himself and didn't know how to get back.
"AAaaww, look at the little baby" Paul said with an evel tone in his
voice.
Dennis just lay there, silently, there was nothing he could do, he
couldn't move, he couldn't speak.
" I guess the little baby does like his diapers, and look he wet them
already too, I guess I'l have to change him." Paul was smiling now, as he slid
Dennis' plastic pants off. Paul untaped the diaper and removed it, holding
his nose in protest of the stench. Taking a babywipe from the tub, he
gently cleaned Dennis' crotch, but he didn't stop, he kept rubbing and rubbing.
It was obvious Paul was enjoying it by the bulge in the front of his pants.
But Dennis still just lay there motionless. Paul started having thoughts of
what he would like to do to Dennis, and how much he would enjoy it. There he was the perfect little boy, small cute and defenseless. Paul wasn't about to
pass up an oppertunity like this one.
Paul threw away the baby wipe, and started to undo his belt, and then
his fly, pulling his pants down to his ankles. Dennis seemed to come around a
little as he was now looking right at the bulge in the front of Paul's
Diaper? Paul saw the look in Dennis' eye, and shouted "Fuck you okay, my
mom makes me wear them" The anger did nothing but encourage Paul to
continue, He fumbled with his diaper pins until they came undone, and the
soft cloth fell to the floor. Dennis, still naked, realized what Paul was going to do, and this was enough to bring him out of his catatonic state. Before Paul knew what was happening Dennis was ontop of him, and beating the shit out of him. Paul managed to get free, but did not try to fight back, he grabbed his diaper, yanked his pants up, and ran out of the room, and out of the house.
Dennis was a little shaken, but proud of himself for getting Paul to leave. Dennis took his "Baby" things and put them in the closet. Going to his
dresser he got a pair of underpants and put them on, he wouldn't be needing
diapers any more. He sat himself down in front of the TV and surfed from
channel to channel.
The door lock turned, followed by the door knob, and the door slowly
opened. In stepped Tom, and Debbie. Dennis looked
up from the telivision "Hi mom, Hi Dad"
Not expecting Dennis to be "UP" they were frozen for a moment, and then
they rushed to their son, and held him tight. Debbie
and Tom were both crying, although Dennis thougt this was a bit
much. Finnaly Debbie spoke.
"Honey, How are you feeling, I love you, are
you Okay, I love you so much"
"I'm okay mommy, I love you to."
Tom trying to regain his mainly stature said "son,
where's Paul?"
"Well, I have to tell you something...."
And Dennis did tell them something, in fact he told them everything, and
watched as the story brought tears to his parent's eyes, the only thing he
left out was the beating he had gotten from his father, he knew that would
hurt them to much, so he pretended it never happened.Dennis was just
finishing his story when the phone rang.
"Hello?" ASked Debbie
"yes, Hi, This is Paul's mother, Paul just came home from your house with
a bloody nose, I don't suppose you'd like to explain why before I call the
police?"
"Well lt me tell you something, your son got the shit beat out of him when
he tried to rape my son, after he caused my son to go into shock by forcing
him to wear only a diaper at school, I'd say it should be me who calls the
police." Debbie shouted into the phone. Tom covered Dennis' ears as the
profanity came from his mother's lips, he could still hear them, every
word of it, and he was proud of her.
"I'm so sorry, please don't call the police, Paul has some problems, and I
know he needs help, and I swear I will get him help, but please don't
bring the police in on this, it will only make things worse, I'll do anything
you want to make this up to you."She went on to explain how Paul has been
acting stramgly since his doctor told him he would
have to wear diapers for the rest of his life, and since then
he's only gotten worse. She continued to beg for forgivnees, so
she could get her son the help he needed, and not having the police
take him away.
Paul's mother was begging so loud Dennis could hear from where he was
standing, he felt bad for her, but couldn't help but smile at the words
(I'll do anything you want") that was enough to make him happy, to hear someone else say the words he had said just days ago. Debbie did make a deal with Paul's mother, and agreed not to call the police. Paul now goes to see his shrink every day after school, and when he's done there, he plays in the front yard of his house until dinner time, wearing only his diaper for all
to see. He has to do it, or his mother will punish him worse, and besides
Debbie only said he had to do that every day for
a year.
As for Dennis....
Well later that night, before bed, as Debbie was
tucking him in, he asked
"Mommy, can I wear a diaper to bed?"
"Why? You don't actually like them do you?"
"Kinda, they do feel good, soft and warm. I don't like using them, but I
like wearing them."
"Okay honey, but I don't want you to use them at all, it's not good for
you, Okay?"
"okay mommy, thanks."
So Debbie diapered her son, like she had been doing for days, and like she
would be doing every night for many more years.Then she kissed her son,
and said good night, wishing him only good dreams,as
she turned off the lamp, and turned on the night light. Just as
she was about to leave Dennis pulled his blanket close to him,
hugged his stuffed bear and softly said "I love you mommy"
before closing his eyes, and going to sleep.
Debbie then went to her room, and after talking to her husband for a
while, she diapered him, like she had done the night
before, and like she would do every night for many years.
Then Tom diapered Debbie, like he had never done before, and like he would
do every night, for many years.
That Night Tom, Debbie and Dennis all thought the same thing "I'm not a
baby...But I wish I was"
That night Paul thought "My nose still hurts"