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.
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