Diaper School

Summary: A story about a boy who goes to a new school made for giving 
out free scholarships for being part of an experimental study. He soon 
learns that this study has to do with finding out whether being in 
diapers instead of using the bathroom would contribute to better 
grades.

Diaper School

	I have longed for diapers for some time. It was only at a certain 
point that I realized how much I did. I was reading the newspaper. I 
was about 14. I saw an ad that said something about a school which 
would pay for college and whatnot. It said that it would put you in an 
experiment, though nothing involving chemicals or whatnot, for the rest 
of your school career, and give you the best education possible. I 
showed this to my mom.

	“Sure, sweetie, we’ll look into it,” she said. And so she did. 
She got my application in, and soon the school year came to an end. The 
school would be operating just like any other school in regards to the 
days open. So the summer vacation whittled away and I was excited when, 
on the last week of summer, we got a letter. This is what it said:

“Dear Parents of Andrew Freeman,

	Enclosed are instructions on the things needed for school and 
what to do when you get to school. He will be needing no clothing 
except shoes and socks: we will provide the rest. Also enclosed is a 
train ticket. As to these kinds of schools are everywhere in the United 
States by now, we will be sending you to the nearest one, up in Miami. 
There will be no need for worrying, as the school is guarded under the 
strictest conditions possible. He should just go to his first classroom 
and receive other instructions there. This is a boarding school, and 
for the nature of the experiment there is no way to visit him during 
the school times. However, he will be released during fall, winter, 
spring, and summer vacations. Instructions for continuing the 
experiment will be sent home then. They are quite simple, but anyone 
not following the policy will be excluded from the college scholarship. 
We are sorry we cannot enclose any information on the experiment; it is 
part of it.

						Thanks,
						The School Board”

	“Well, we’ll send you up there at the right time,” said my 
mother. “And I’ve heard that your friend Josh is going as well.”

	Things couldn’t have gotten better. Josh was my best friend, and 
I was glad I would have someone to make the environment more friendly.

	The day came when he had to go to the school. Since there was 
only one ticket, my parents saw me off to the station and waved 
goodbye. I sat with Josh and wondered aloud what the experiment was. 
Josh jumped in eagerly.

	We soon arrived at the school. The doors were opened and we went 
to their first period classes. Josh and I had requested all the same 
classes, and we had all the same periods, too. As we walked into our 
room and sat down, the teacher came in.

	Soon the rest of the class filed in. They all sat down and looked 
at the teacher.

	“All of you have signed a binding contract,” he said, “one that 
started the moment you entered here. Do not be alarmed. This is a 
normal environment, excluding one thing. The experiment. Now…” he said 
as he pushed a button on his computer. As music started playing, I 
noticed the teacher was wearing earplugs. But that was the last thing I 
noticed before I fell asleep.

	I awoke and for a second didn’t recognize my surroundings. Why 
was I surrounded by wooden bars. Then things clicked. A crib! I sat up 
as others did as well. We saw our teacher in a onesie and nothing else.

	“Good. Step one is finished. You have been initiated. Consider 
these your beds for the rest of your schooling career. You will realize 
that you are all naked. The girls are in another room. You will now 
learn how to put on and change a diaper, and the ethics involved in 
this during classes. You will also get your uniforms. I have the entire 
day.

	“Perhaps I should explain the experiment. We are trying to see 
how students learn without the constant distraction of going to the 
bathroom. This class has been assigned disposable diapers. We are also 
going to see if being babylike helps. We have been picked for that. 
Don’t be jealous when you see people walking around in day clothes. 
They have diapers just like you. So, let’s start our lesson.

	“We will never change in class unless the diaper is absolutely 
full. After class, there will be a 20 minute period to change and head 
to your next class, as well as get water and whatnot. Lunch will be an 
hour, and each class will be an hour and a half. Teachers are always 
available, and classes alternate each day, from even number days to odd 
number days. You will be given plenty of homework time, as well as the 
opportunity to play sports against other teams from these kinds of 
schools in the state. You will be given special uniforms and diapers 
for this. Boys will only change boys, and girls will only change girls. 
We will provide changing stalls for everyone. You will come here to 
sleep every night. Now, to the diaper changing.”

	He showed us how to change each others diapers, and put them on 
each other. The teacher had already told us about the baby thing, so 
nobody was surprised when the diapers were baby style, though we were 
when we learned that they were special ordered Huggies. We had a choice 
of Barney, babies, or baby stuff, like bottles and pacifiers. I chose 
Barney. We each got a big box and were told to help ourselves from the 
closet when we needed. Once we were diapered, we were finally given our 
uniforms.

	“You will have a onesie for every day of the week. Put your names 
on them and then wash them when you’re done. The classroom will have 
replacements if you leak. You can see how to put them on, so do so when 
needed. Now to your night wear.”

	He gave us diapers for night that were twice as thick, though 
with the same decorations. He then introduced the last article of 
clothing.

	“This is a footed sleeper,” he told the class. “You will need 
your diaper changing buddy to help you with this. You step in and they 
zip you up. Make sure you have a night diaper on first. You then sleep 
in these. When it is lights out, I will come around and lock up your 
cribs. You will get three, to be used on a weekly basis.

	“I must also stress the importance of not misbehaving, and for 
following the experiment rules. Anyone ditching class or acting up in 
class will result in detentions, for as many nights as needed, during 
which you will clean soiled clothes by hand. A list of the rules is up 
on the bulletin board there. If you are found without a diaper, which I 
can guarantee you getting caught at this, you will have to wear another 
one on top of the new diaper. These penalties do stack. After enough 
times you will lose your scholarship. You will be given maps of the 
school when you arrive in class tomorrow. You will need them.”

	As he left, I started whispering to Josh. “Do you like this idea? 
Wearing diapers all the time?”

	“No!” He said this a little unconvincingly.

	“Don’t lie,” I replied. “I don’t care.”

	“Well, I actually was angry at first, but then I got into a 
diaper and it felt so good, so not so much.”

	“I like them too.”

	Then an announcement came over the intercom. “Time for dinner!”

	I did feel very hungry, and was surprised how long we had been 
asleep. We all got up and put our onesies on. Mine had dinosaurs on it. 
I put it on and stood up. I was slightly surprised about how thick the 
diaper was. I couldn’t touch my knees together! I asked Josh about it.

	“Well, yeah,” he said, “but then again, we have hour and a half 
classes. We need it to hold a lot.” I agreed and we went down to 
dinner, waddling all the way.

	The meals were pretty good, but nothing on home cooking. Having 
been led there by our teacher, who revealed his name as Mr. Watson, he 
led us back. “You will have three hours every night to do homework,” he 
said. “After which an intercom will tell you that you have thirty 
minutes to get ready for bed. There should be no excuse for you to be 
late. This three hours will be devoted to getting used to your diapers 
and not wasting them.”

	Sure enough, with no bathrooms and such strict punishment, 
everyone went in their diaper at some point or another. Josh and I 
found it pleasing, and were both eager for the point of bladder and 
bowel control loss came and we could do it without concentrating.

	Sure enough, bedtime came, and Josh changed me out of my dirty 
day diaper and into my clean extra-thick night diaper. It was so big 
that I had to nearly crawl to my crib. After I had changed Josh, he 
agreed. However, we also both agreed that this bulk was very enjoyable. 
We both changed into our footed sleepers as well. I was very content; 
they made me feel more like a baby every minute.

	Lights out came, and we were soon asleep. Later on, about 
midnight, I woke suddenly to hear music playing. As it did, I felt my 
bowels and bladder relaxing slowly. I soon heard the other song, 
syncing with the first, and fell sound asleep.

	I awoke to a very wet and messy diaper. It was a few minutes 
before wake up call, and Josh was awake too. We couldn’t get out of our 
cribs, but come wake up time, we did. We waddled over to the showers 
and changed, then washed up.

	As soon as Mr. Watson came by, I asked what the music was last 
night. “Oops,” he said, “They were supposed to play the sleep one 
first. Well, it helps you on your way to incontinence, which is what 
the experiment calls for as soon as possible.”

	Classes were easy. As a freshman, I was taking accelerated 
precalculus, and all Pre-AP classes. They did promise to get harder as 
the year wore on, but I wasn’t worried. Changing periods were much 
longer than necessary for me at least, but others struggled, so I 
stayed quiet.

	Then came the day for boy’s volleyball signups. Both me and Josh 
played, and we were both handpicked for varsity. We were given packages 
of diapers (corresponding with our disposable and babylike 
restrictions) that were more shock absorbent and were tighter so that 
the weight didn’t hang and get in the way, as well as more 
maneuverable. We were given uniforms like any volleyball uniform, 
though allowing room for diapers. They had our names and a name of 
another high school, so that we wouldn’t get made fun of in later 
years. We were given the works: warm up jerseys, warm up pants and 
jackets, boardshorts, kneepads, bags, volleyballs, shoes, and program 
t-shirts from that school. I was glad: CDO high school had very good 
colors and a very good program.

	As we quickly lost control of our bodily functions, as I say, the 
teachers made our classes harder, since we didn’t have to concentrate 
as hard. With volleyball practice, it was harder to get everything 
done, but we did so easily still. Finally came the day when I had lost 
full control.

	“Have you yet?” I asked Josh urgently.

	“Almost,” he replied casually.

	A quarter went by, and I went home. My mom wasn’t surprised in 
the least, as she had gotten a letter in the mail directly after I left 
explaining. She wasn’t so upset; indeed, she wasn’t going to be upset 
unless I was upset. As I wasn’t, she did fine, and followed the 
instructions perfectly that were sent back.

	The second quarter came. As nothing had changed, I wasn’t 
worried. I behaved perfectly, though I would really have liked to try 
second diapers, especially at night. I asked Mr. Watson about this.

	“Well,” he said, “it is supposed to be punishment, but if you and 
any others want to try it without getting in trouble, I can arrange 
different punishments, should the need arise.”

	Adding the second diaper during the day was very enjoyable. It 
made it almost impossible to move my legs, so I had to waddle more than 
ever. It was even better at night, when the diaper was so thick I had 
to spread my legs out because that was more comfortable. Josh did it 
too, and he found it just as exciting as I.

	Classes ended for the semester and finals occurred. I was back to 
one diaper during the day, but still 2 at night, especially since I 
started wetting and messing more heavily. We went home for Christmas, 
which was spectacular.

	On the first night back at school, an announcement was made after 
the traditional one for bedtime: “Now during the weekends, one of the 
two diaper changing buddies each weekend will be able to listen to a 
subliminal tape to make them a baby for the weekend. This is part of 
the experiment. The buddy not being a baby will change the other’s 
diapers and the teachers will change the other’s diapers.”

	Now me and Josh were very excited. Being diapered was one thing, 
but being actual babies? That was too much to bear. We actually wet 
ourselves in excitement. Also, there would be no homework over the 
weekend. We had a few arguments about who should go first, and it was 
finally decided that I should.

	I walked into the room at the appointed time that Friday night. 
They immediately put on headphones and had me answer a few questions 
before they turned on the subliminal tape. When they did, I was in 
heaven. It was like I was shrinking into a little boy again; I could 
feel my vocal cords untraining, and my mouth was drooling. My leg and 
arm muscles seemed to be withering, and as soon as it had begun, it 
seemed, it was over.

	Josh took care of me throughout the weekend. For this, I was 
given toys, a pacifier, and milk instead of food. Every time I needed 
something, I just cried. I couldn’t walk, so I crawled. I needed to be 
put in my crib every night. It was bliss. I had also wet and messed 
even easier than I did when normal. I never woke up dry, always 
something wet. My poop was messier and squishier than before because of 
my diet.

	I told Josh all about it, and he was more excited than before. I 
had to take care of him, but seeing him act how I had most obviously 
acted gave me an erection immediately. And so it continued for all of 
the second semester, the only difference.

	This went on for the next few years, until almost college time. I 
realized that it would have to end sometime. Then I saw that there 
would be a college for graduates who wanted to continue on with the 
experience, thusfore giving more data. I had realized that wearing 
diapers had relieved stress much more that anything, especially being a 
baby every other weekend. I signed up again at once, as well as Josh 
and a surprising amount of others.

	We went through college too, and were successful there as well. 
They said when we graduated, we could work in the high school, with 
free food, a job, and diapers that fit. I wanted to, and Josh wanted 
to, but the rest just wanted to know where they could get diapers so 
they could keep using them, and then move on. Perhaps because it had a 
greater effect on me and Josh than them, but I would never stop working 
there, and I would still be a baby there every so often. It was more 
home than my home.

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