Wet and Diapered He opened his underwear drawer, and lifted the board. Underneath his other underwear, was what he'd been working on for weeks, but never had a chance to use. What he had made brought a whole new meaning to 'makeshift diaper'. He had started with a tight-fitting pair of underwear. He then got an old towel, cut it to shape and sewed it inside the underwear. Then he cut the rest into strips, and sewed them on top of each other to make a thick absorbency pad. Then, he cut out a thick, crinkly, rubbery, white plastic bag, and fixed that to the front, and fixed the edges to the inside of the diaper. He then put on one more layer of the bag, and left the edges to make it look like a real diaper. Finally, he cut the sides of it. He hated pull ups, much preferring the strap-ons. Later that week, he found an unused size three pampers. He took it apart, and assimilated it into his diaper. The front panel with the teddy bears on fixed on to the front of his diaper. He took off the wings and put them on the back of his. Now the diaper was able to be fixed on. He then cut off various parts of the pampers to make his own look more authentic. Then, all he had to do was wait. Finally, he was home alone for the day. Once the front door had shut behind his mother, the last person to leave, he leapt up to his room to get the diaper. He was shaking with anticipation, and also with the very full bladder he was saving up. He made sure all the curtains were closed in the house, so no-one could see what he was up to. He then picked up the fresh diaper. He massaged talc and lotion all over his dick and butt. Then he pulled on the diaper and strapped it on. It fit perfectly. He then got dressed. He decided that the best place to do this would be the living room. He went downstairs, switched on the television and lay on the sofa. Very exited, he finally let go on his bladder. The pee flooded in and soaked up the front panel. It was warm and felt great. It dissipated into the whole of the towel, making his butt warm, too. He had done it! Now one thing remained. He sat up on the sofa, and started to push with his butt. Soon, there was a lump of poop on the back. There was a lot to come, as he had been saving up. It was lumped in between his cheeks. He stood up and walked around, allowing the poop to find a more comfortable position. It fell to the crotch of the diaper. Then he sat down again. It felt so terrific. By six o'clock, he had to have the diaper off. At five- thirty, he released what he had left, and went to the bathroom. He carefully took off the diaper and looked at it. The white toweling was soaked yellow. There was a huge amount of poop on the back, and more on his behind. He cleaned himself up, and flushed most of the poop. Then he put the diaper in a plastic bag, and stuck it in the dumpster in his garden. He hated the underwear he was in now. He made a life-changing decision: no more. He needed diapers. That evening, he and his family were all in the living room, watching "Friends." Gary decided it was time for the start of his plan. Decisively, he wet himself, pretending not to notice. No one else noticed either, until the commercial break. His mother look around. "Gary, have you wet yourself?" Gary looked down. "oh, no!" "Gary! Why did you do that? You haven't wet since you were eight!" "Sorry, mom. I didn't do it on purpose..." "Gary, go and get the paddle, and wait for me in your room." Damnit, Gary thought. This was not going quite to plan, but if he persevered, he would get what he wanted. He trudged upstairs, fetched the paddle and waited in his room. His mum followed closely. She stormed into his room, and began lecturing, "Only little children wet their pants. Even when you were eight, you shouldn't have. But you are fifteen years old, not a baby." The lecture went on, as she stripped Gary off. She pulled off his shirt and then his wet pants. Then she pulled off his soaking underwear. Gary stood naked, while she finished the speech. Then she pulled his over her knee, and taking the paddle, delivered the punishment. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Six times on his butt. While they had the customary wait between each six. Gary decided that this would be another good chance to continue his plan. As she began to administer the seventh whack, Gary pulled at the muscles in his butt, and began to shit. At the same time, pee trickled from his cock. His mother was completely shocked and very angry. Gary defiantly continued to shit, but kept on saying "Mum, I'm not doing it on purpose, honest." However, his mum whacked harder and faster than she had before. Shit was spread over his butt each time she brought down the paddle. Gary stopped counting strokes at eighty nine. The paddling continued for over two minutes. By the time she had finished, his butt was so sore and swollen, the shit was no longer voluntary. She held him over his bed as the shit and pee fell on to it. Then she told him to go to sleep. His punishment for this behavior was to sleep in a 'baby- poopy-bed'. He couldn't sleep for hours. The exact same thing happened for three days. But he continued his plan. Eventually, the punishments relented. Two weeks of not visiting the toilet, and his mother gave up. She phoned the doctor. They lived in a small village, they only had one doctor who ran a small surgery all by himself. When he picked up, he sounded irritated. "Yes, Okampa Surgery." "Hi, Doctor Tucker? This is Joanne Simpson, mother of Gary?" "I'm afraid I have no appointments for two weeks, I am very much up against it." "Well, it's just that Gary seems to be getting incontinent. He has been wetting and pooping for.." "Oh, children do this sometimes. Bedwetting is very common and daytime accidents more than you think. You can buy him some diapers from the medical supplies store in the town. I'd recommend Depends. I really have to go, goodbye." The dialing tone followed. Taken aback, she put down the phone. She did respect the doctor's opinion, so she decided to follow his advice. She got Gary into the car and drove off, not telling him where they were going. Gary hoped for the best. When they got to the store, they walked straight to the diapers section. She located the Depends, and didn't know quite which size to choose. She was still very angry about this, so she wasn't being lenient. She commanded him to remove his pants and underwear. When he didn't comply, she did it for him. Then she opened each of the packets, and held each diaper up to him. She found the one that fitted best, and picked up three packets. Gary was allowed to pull up his pants. She loaded a total of ten packets of Depends into the cart. Then she bought all the other things-- lotion, talc, etc... Gary did his best to hide the excitement. She sent him back to the car while she continued to shop. Later that day, they returned home. His mother said that he was to be treated like a baby. She diapered him thickly, which is what he expected. Then she stuck a pacifier in his mouth, and carried him to his room. Inside, his bed had been replaced by a crib. Gary couldn't believe that this was punishment.