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...