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.