THE DIAPER FAMILY Summary: A hard-to-potty-train child has an accident on the first day of school. He is put back into diapers with some interesting twists to just wearing and using them. THE INCIDENT I had a very bad time potty training at the start. My mother would get so frustrated at my lack of ability to comprehend how to use a toilet and how to hold my bowels and bladder. This was okay at first, but as I got to be 4 years or so, I had school looming ahead of me. I knew this because I had 3 older brothers already there. I knew it was inappropriate to wear diapers to school, so I worked hard with my potty training. It was very pleasing to both me and my mother to see me making progress so fast. I finally came to the day when I sat on the potty and went. My mom was so proud that she gave me underwear with Batman on them-my favorite character. However, the worst was yet to come. I woke up on the first day of school so excited about school. I couldn't even eat, I was so pumped. My mom was glad, and she said she would stand with me at the bus stop. She told me we had to be there at a certain time or else we would miss the bus. I went out to the bus about 10 minutes early with mom. We waited and I realized that I had to go potty. However, with the apprehension of the bus missing me over my head, I tried to hold it. Now, remembering that I had just finished potty trainings months before, I was not very good at this yet. So, about 2 minutes later, I let loose all my urine. My mother was furious. She took me into the house and told me to get new clothes on. During that time, I missed the bus. Where I didn't think my mother could get angrier, she did. She had gone beyond the point of understanding. She was crazy, insanely mad. THE TRAP My mother drove me to school, hinting at a punishment that was yet to come. We went to the office and signed me in as late. I trudged off to my class, dejected. I had a nice teacher. We learned about the classroom and played games that day. I forgot about my mother being so mad with me. However, my mother still was there, planning my punishment. I got home very happy. I went to my room to drop off my backpack. I froze at the unexpected sight. My room was a nursery. There was a crib, and the wallpaper had Barney and Friends on it. I looked in my dresser, fearing the worst. I sighed when I saw clothes in there. They were new, but they were still regular clothes. I went down to say hello to my mother, and to apologize and explain. I found her smiling oddly. I said I was sorry. "Oh, no," she replied, "It is way too late for that." She led me to my room and closed the door. That in itself isn't surprising, though when she locked it I was slightly worried. She then opened the closet and I saw my worst nightmare: stacks upon stacks of my diapers, all ready to be used. There was also baby powder, baby oil, and other necessities. There were onesies, footed sleepers, and what I would soon find out were laxatives and other bowel/bladder stimulating formulas, as well as sleeping pills. "Now," she said maliciously, "aren't you a lucky boy?" She then grabbed me and gave me three of the formulas. "If you don't drink them, I will make you stand outside in those diapers only every morning for a month," she threatened. So, obviously, with the threat of that hanging over me, I drank all three. They tasted okay, but nothing I would choose to drink. I started to feel sleepy. She laid me down on the floor, and that was the last thing I remember. THE PUNISHMENT I woke up in my crib. I felt strange to wake up there and not in a bed. I sat up and heard a crinkling. I was horrified to see a diaper on me. I heard the doorknob turn and quickly pretended to be asleep. My mother came in and shook me. I woke up, so to speak. She said, �What a nice little baby boy we have here.� She then called in my brothers. They were all surprised to see me in such a state. One of them, the oldest, even dared to ask, �Mom, don�t you think you�re overreacting?� She didn�t answer. I suddenly felt the urge to pee and poop. I tried to hold it in, since I couldn�t get out of the crib and I didn�t think mom would like it. Nevertheless, because I wasn�t good at holding it in anyways, and since the formulas had a lot of power behind them, I just went. It was a horrifying experience, made worse waiting for mom�s reaction. After I was finished, she smiled, something so unexpected I knocked my head against the crib. �Good job!� she cried. �You have just started the first part of your punishment.� She then got me up and changed me. She then invited us down to breakfast. After that, all my days followed the same schedule. In the morning, get up, get changed, and get dressed. My new clothes were tight so that my diapers would show clearly. On weekends, I didn�t get dressed. I then went to school, where I did normal school stuff, even having the most understanding (and jealous) friends, except for the fact I was changed twice a day because of the formulas mom put in my food. Weekends and holidays I wore nothing but my diaper, and while I was allowed to have friends over, I had to be changed and they had to wear diapers, which was either embarrassing for them or uncomfortable when they got home. So it went this way for about 3 years. THE REBELLION My brothers, as you should know, disliked the fact I was being punished for an accident. They thought I could do better, and after I explained what happened, they thought I was downright innocent. So, when mom was at the grocery store, we all met up. �We don�t like the way mom has been treating you,� the oldest one said. �We have a plan to do something about it, too,� said another. They talked while I listened, every so often filling my diaper a little bit more. I liked my diapers, though I would have liked to see how it was out of them for a while longer, and mom making me wear them was bad. They finally finished, and they asked me how I liked the plan. I said it was good, so over summer break, as they planned, they put it into action. All of them woke up in wet beds. They all came to the breakfast table soaking wet. My mom noticed but didn�t say anything yet; she waited for it to play out more. They all sat down and wet some more (on wooden chairs; they wouldn�t do it on the sofa unless mom didn�t respond). They ate breakfast and started to leave when mom got up and said, �All of you go and clean yourselves up, and your beds if need be, and I will be back in an hour or so.� She left, and when she did, they started laughing. �Let�s see how she likes taking care of 4 uncooperative babies,� one of them said. Mom came back with as many diapers and as much baby stuff as she could fit into her car, as well as tons more of the formulas. She then proceeded to diaper every one of my brothers; she knew their waist sizes, since she shopped for their pants. She then gave them the formulas to them; they were soon sleeping, wetting their diapers every so often. I watched with interest. She made another trip to the store and brought back stuff to make their rooms just like mine. It was amazing how fast she set everything up. They slept for another hour or so and then woke up. They then unfastened their diapers on the floor (tile; again, only carpet if mom was unresponsive) and sat back down. Mom came back and was shocked at what happened. Each of them got spankings. They held up so stoically that I was amazed. She then diapered them again and gave them all the formulas again. Over the next few weeks, the same things happened: food thrown, peeing everywhere, scaring houseguests, and things of that nature. Mom was slowly getting more haggard and punishing them in every way possible. Nothing worked. THE SECRET One night, I woke up at around three in the morning. I probably hadn�t gotten enough of the sleeping stuff. Or that was what I thought. I suddenly heard mom crying in her room. Now big enough to get out of the crib, I waddled over there. Mom was sobbing on her bed, elbows on knees and face in hands. I knew she was frustrated with my brothers, but I still believed she deserved it. Suddenly, she did something nobody could have expected. She reached under her nightgown and pulled down a diaper. She then threw it away and got a new one on. I felt compelled to speak to her then. �Mom?� I asked as I enter the room. She stiffened. �You�re supposed to be in bed.� �Why are you putting on a diaper?� She sighed and ran her hands through her hair. �I�ll tell you. But you have to stop your brothers, because it is the reason I put you in diapers, not because of your accident. �Your father liked to wear diapers. That is why I wear them, because he asked me to; not commanded, asked. As you know, he went into the army and was killed, but not before I had all of you. You look so much like him, and act that way too: not potty training easily, you know. So, I so very much wanted to replace him, but I couldn�t remarry; it was too much. So, when you had your accident, I felt I could make you into him, and you would grow to like your diapers. Have you?� �Yes.� �Good. Would you do this for me, be like him?� �Sure, mom.� �And will you try to make the other boys do the same?� �Yes.� �Thank you.� I then went to bed. I woke up the next day and told my brothers everything. They were guilty that they did this to mom, but they decided to wear diapers because of this. When they declared this to mom, she broke out in tears, she was so grateful. So now, a new generation of diaper lovers was made. All of us, me and my brothers, will now teach our children to love diapers, telling the same story that mom told to me to them so that they will do the same thing for their families, and so on. We will wear diapers until we die, and hopefully, heaven has diapers. THE END