| Title:
| The Diapered Freshman
|
| Name:
| David
|
| Email:
| not given
|
| Gender:
| Male
|
| Current Age:
| 14
|
| Posting Date:
| 06/28/09
|
| Story Contents:
|
| A- Post-toddler (4-8)* | | R- Sisters, other girls* |
| | B- Pre-teen (9-12)* | ● | S- Babysitters |
| | C- Teen (13-17) | ● | T- Masturbation | ●
| | D- Adult (18+) | | U- Sexual situations | ●
| | E- Cloth diapers* | ● | V- Gay |
| | F- Disposable diapers | ● | W- Erections | ●
| | G- Pee | ● | X- Bedwetting |
| | H- Poop* | ● | Y- Accidents | ●
| | I- Exposed diapers/pantslessness* | ● | Z- Punishment/Diaper Discipline | ●
| | J- Multiple diapers* | ● | 1- Female Domination* |
| | K- Baby paraphernalia | | 2- Enemas | ●
| | L- Mother | | 3- Restraints | ●
| | M- Father | | 4- Crying | ●
| | N- Aunt | | 5- Spanking | ●
| | O- Uncle | | 6- Humiliation | ●
| | P- Brothers (diapered) | | 7- Babying | ●
| | Q- Brothers (not diapered) | | 8- Regression | ●
| | *Denotes Deekerian story elements
|
|
| Summary:
|
A freshman is sent to a boarder school and gets bullied
|
| Deekerian Score (20 is max.)
[?]:
|
11 (55%)
|
Hi, my name is David. So much has happened to me this year. But before
we get there I�ll tell you my first chapter of the biggest and
unexpected change of my life!-I was literally CHANGED. One day my
parents decided to send me to a boarder school because I kept sneaking
out at night and getting in trouble. I never got along with my parents
in the first place. Other kids my age probably are told to respect
their parents because they�re the reason they�re alive. I swear, my
parents are gonna be the death of me.
�David, you came home with a cop. This is the last straw. You can�t
live with us anymore.� My mother yelled. I smirked. My dad told me to
go to my room and pack everything.
I arrived at the school as the new freshman kid. Everyone stared at me
and whispered about me. I�m four feet and two inches tall. In other
words I�m small for my age. This is going to be a rough year. My
parents checked me in, wrote the papers, and left me. A pregnant
secretary led me to my dorm. I looked around my new room at the dorm.
It was big. Then again I�m small.
Away from my parents at last I�m free! What could go wrong now?
Unfortunately by the time I unfinished packing I made it just in time
for my first period. First freshman year during gym class at my new
school and I�m already being bullied for being small and being the new
kid at the boarder school. I survived Gym class-At least that part of
the period. I came back to the locker room and two big kids pick me up
and lay me down on a bench. They have toy handcuffs that they put on my
hands under the bench so I couldn�t escape. Then they took off my
sneakers, socks and gym shorts leaving me only in a T-shirt and boxers.
I saw one kid pull out baby wipes, baby powder, baby lotion, Vaseline
and thick crinkly plastic pants. My eyes widened. When there�s plastic
pants that means��Its time for the wittle baby to have his diapy
changed!� The bully said babyishly as he pulled out a bulky cloth
diaper about 2 and a half inches of amply padded thickness with baby
animal prints on the top front of the diaper.
I struggled. Everyone laughed. I felt like crying but held back my
tears. He shoved a pacifier into my mouth and tied a string around my
head to prevent me from spitting it out.
�Just to make sure you don�t cheat your way out of this�� The bully
pulled out scissors and cut up my boxers and pushed the scraps aside.
He unfolded the diaper. I struggled and wriggled my legs violently.
�I don�t want to wear a diaper! I�m a big boy I don�t need a diaper!� I
cried. My voice was muffled by the pacifier and sounded really babyish.
�Please don�t make me wear those!� I begged. The bully ignored my pleas
and grabbed my ankles and lifted my butt up in the air then quickly
slid the diaper underneath. He began to wipe me up.
�Does that feel good? Is Baby happy?� He teased as he wiped my butt and
privates. I whimpered. He started smearing the Vaseline all over my
diaper area and applied the baby lotion. I got an erection. My face was
bright red.
�Naughty boy! Babies don�t get those!� He said as he ejaculated me. I
orgasmed.
�Ooh!� All the other boys said. He didn�t bother cleaning me. He just
cleaned his hand and sprinkled the baby powder and rubbed it on me and
lowered my butt back down on the diaper. I squeezed my legs together
refusing to be diapered. The bully easily pried them apart and spread
my legs wide. I continued to struggle in vain. It was inevitable. The
handcuffs worked too well. The bully pulled the diaper far up between
my legs and fastened it tightly at my waist with 5 safety pins on each
side. I was officially diapered in front of all my gym mates. I kicked.
The bully struck me hard in the hamstring rapidly. I screamed but the
pacifier muffled my cries. Everyone laughed as the bully proceeded to
put me in the plastic pants. He made the diaper bulky yet snug. It was
humiliating. I couldn�t squeeze my legs together due to the bulky
diaper I now wore. How would I walk? I was in tears now. The Bully
spanked my thickly diapered butt. It crinkled loudly.
�To make sure you can�t remove this�� The bully pinned 5 more pins on
each side of my waist and hips, and 8 pins in the front of my diaper,
then 14 pins on the back. The back of my diaper rose to my mid back and
the front covered my belly button. The bully uncuffed my hands. He
picked me up and held me like a baby by cupping one hand under my
diaper and the other behind my head.
�You hit me and I�ll snap your small plump baby fingers 1 by 1.�
I didn�t dare to hit him. I continued to cry. He squeezed my diaper. I
squealed.
�So you feel comfy in your nice thick baby diapers? Eh freshman?�
I shook my head no. He sat down and bounced me on his knee.
�Stop it!� I cried and tried to push him away but he just grabbed my
arms and pulled them down to my side and continued to bounce his knee
between my amply diapered crotch.
�It feels weird!� I sobbed.
�Then this will feel weirder!� He said as he laid me on my back and
began to rub the front of my diaper viciously-masturbating me through
my diaper. I moaned. The bully laughed evily and rubbed harder.
�Please don�t do this to me!� I pleaded.
�Too late Baby Freshman!� He masturbated through my diaper until the
bell rang to transition to our next class. He got up and sat me on the
floor. I watched him throw my pants out in the hallway and leave with
the other guys.
I sat there and bawled. I wanted to go home. I removed my paci, got up
and cracked open the door to peek out. My pants were by an open locker.
No one was out. Everyone was in class. I seized this moment to retrieve
my shorts. I struggled to pull them over my thick diaper but I managed.
My shorts barely fit now. It was obvious that I was wearing a diaper. I
couldn�t believe how thick these diapers were! I looked down at my
schedual that I was given-MATH CLASS. Then the bully came out of
nowhere and shoved me in the locker and closed it shut. I cried for
help. 18 minutes a janitor opened the locker. I waddled to my next
class. I entered the room and told the teacher I was late because I was
new. He accepted it. I took my seat in the middle of the classroom. My
diaper crinkled conspicuously. My face was bright red with
embarrassment. I could hear kids whisper that I was wearing a diaper. I
pulled my shirt down low. The rest of the school day was like this. I
made it back to my dorm only to find the bully was my roommate!
�Hey there Diaper freshman!�
�My name is David!� I said sternly.
�Here are the rules of the room: I rule this half of the room and Brad
owns the other.� The bully said.
�What about me?� I asked timidly. The other roommate walked in. He was
on the football team. I looked back at him. Another 6-foot-tall kid. I
hate it here. I didn�t bother asking about my rights. I walked over to
my dresser to find sweatpants since at least those would fit over my
diaper. When I opened my drawers all I found were Cloth and disposable
diapers replacing my boxers. Baby socks and pins were placed neatly
beside the diapers. I opened the other drawers frantically. More baby
clothes. I fell to my knees in tears. Brad picked me up and carried me
over to my bed-it now had plastic bed sheets. I goggled up at him teary
eyed.
�I can�t go around the school wearing just baby clothes!� I sobbed. The
other bully-Alex pulled out other clothes from a closet. T-shirts
colored Blue, red, green and white striped shirt, and light blue. Then
he tossed me Kakhi shorts. I gratefully put them on. They fit better.
Brad came from behind me and pulled my diaper above the shorts.
The diaper frills still showed at the top of the shorts.
�Thank you for the pants.� I mumbled shyly.
�Another rule: You can�t use big boy words in the dorm. You will talk
like a baby.� He declared. I backed away in fear. Brad then undressed
me leaving down to my diaper. He found a Barney T-shirt and blue baby
socks.
�Only in school will you wear normal clothes. At here you will wear
those clothes in your drawers or just diapers. Not the normal clothes
in the closet. At night you will be diapered 3x thicker than school,
you will carry a diaper bag, When you mess your diaper you will go to
the nurse to get changed. Don�t worry the whole school knows about you.
The teachers won�t let you use the bathroom. You will use your diaper.
Understood?� I hesitantly nodded.
�B�bb�but�� I began.
�Disobey and you will be punished.� Alex nodded to Brad who placed me
over his knee and began spanking me hard. The diapers cushioned the
impact but Brad still made it hurt. I was in pain and crying. I curled
up on my bed and bawled. I haven�t used the bathroom since I was
diapered. I had to go now. I got up. Alex and Brad glared at me. I sat
back down. Cramps built up.
�I need to�� I began to speak. Alex stomped over to me.
�What are the rules?!� He shouted.
�Poo poo! Me poo!� I babbled. Alex picked me up off the floor and shook
me in front of him. My stomach growled. I almost went right there.
�Do you have to go potty?� He asked. I nodded.
�Pee too.� I babbled. Alex smirked and pinned me to the floor. Brad
began tickling me.
�Stop! No! Please don�t! I really need to go!� I begged. Brad shoved a
pacifier in my mouth and continued to tickle me. I couldn�t hold it in
any longer. I let the pee and poop fill my diaper. After I was finished
messing myself Brad stood me on my feet and began massaging my diaper
smearing the mess inside everywhere. Brad laid me on my tummy and
rubbed me up and down on the floor. My diaper squished and crinkled. He
turned me on my back and massaged the front of my diaper. I squealed
and moaned.
�I could do this all day!� Brad grinned. When it was time for dinner
Brad grabbed my hand and dragged me to the dining room. Since I was
small they couldn�t find bigger chair so Alex requested that I�d get a
baby chair. One of the Staff that worked at the dorm helped me into the
baby chair. I blushed. The staff noticed I had a dirty diaper so he
carried me back to my room. He pulled out a mat under my bed-I didn�t
remember seeing it there. He placed the mat on top of the dresser and
laid me on it. He cleaned me up and put me into fresh diapers. Just as
Alex had said I was diapered 3x this time for the night. The man set me
on the floor. I wobbled to find balance. I fell on my butt to the floor
with a plop.
�I can�t even stand.� I thought. I looked up at the man. He and picked
me up and carried me back to the Babychair. I ate and then we were sent
back to our rooms. I started to dress into my new PJs-a romper footed
sleeper.
�Nope babies don�t know how to dress themselves.� Brad said. I tried to
run but I could only waddle so fast. I fell but continued to crawl
under the bed.
�Come out or else you�ll be punished.� Brad threatened. I hesitated to
crawl out from under the bed. Brad pulled me out and set me on my feet.
I obviously fell on my butt.
�Do you wanna be punished?� I shook my head no. I was at their mercy.
Brad undressed me and chose a white small T-shirt with babyish prints
over it. It didn�t even cover my diapers.
�There you go. Off to bed.� There I was in a T-shirt and puffy diapers.
�Me wan pats.� I gibberished.
�Oh so its pats.� Brad layed me across his lap and patted my diaper. I
blushed.
�No I want pants not pats!� I said shyly.
�Is baby trying to speak big boy words? He�ll be punished.� I remained
silent as Brad pushed me to the floor and forced me to crawl to bed. My
diaper and Plastic sheets crinkled at every movement. I ended up crying
myself to sleep. I woke up next morning on the changing table to Alex
changing me into a fresh diaper. From the stress last night I messed
myself. I noticed that Alex had shaved every hair on my body except my
head hair-which was now bleached blonde-I barely had any body hair
before but it was my only sign of puberty. Now it was gone. Alex patted
my fresh diaper. He placed me on the floor.
�What did you do to me?!� �Baby is trying to talk again. We�ll punish
you later.� I looked in the tall mirror in the closet. I only saw a
confused toddler staring back. Alex helped me into overalls.
�Surprise! With these you won�t be able to sneak off your cute baby
diapers.� He smiled. I frowned. I waddled to school. The overalls
covered my diaper but the diaper bulged through. Everyone knew me now
as the baby of the school. When we had health the class was given the
classic assignment to care for a baby. Everyone pointed and laughed at
me. The teacher even chuckled but told them to stop. Brad asked if he
could take care of me throughout the whole class. By the end of the
class with frustration the teacher finally gave in. Brad grinned
evilly. I held back the tears. 2nd period Gym class. I was put in 8
extra thick nighttime diapers and was masturbated for the whole period.
3rd period computer class I found out people put pictures of me on the
internet. 4th period I had art class and drew pictures of my favorite
video games. Other people drew mean baby pictures of me. At lunch
someone snuck laxatives in my food and drink when I was busy getting
napkins. I then farted like I had never farted before. But it wasn�t a
fart. Everyone in the cafeteria looked my way and laughed. That was the
last straw. I let the tears come to my eyes. I grabbed my diaper bag
and waddled to the nurse. She told me that I my diaper leaked because
it wasn�t thick enough. I gulped and sobbed as she picked me up onto
the changing table where she diapered me extra snug with diaper boost
pads. The next 2 periods were humiliating. After school I was stripped
of my big boy clothes and put in a sesame street T-shirt and new triple
diapers-now thicker thanks to the nurse. I didn�t mean for it to leak.
To get around I either crawled or was carried. I got a letter from my
parents. They heard from the nurse that I mess myself and need to wear
diapers. They sent a package of more cloth diapers, plastic pants with
locks on them, baby pins, Huggies, pull-ups, Pampers, etc. They sent
another box of cookies and snacks. Alex sewn in restraints to strap me
down to my bed. Alex picked me up and carried me over to his bed and
laid me in his arms. He removed my pacifier and shoved a baby bottle
full of laxatives and dissolved pooping pills. It tasted terrible. I
knew what it was. I refused to swallow.
�Drink it!� He ordered. I choked and gagged.
�I don�t wanna poop!� I spa t. Alex shoved the baby bottle farther into
my mouth.
�Swallow and it will soon be over.� He yelled. I cried and obeyed. I
knew that I would be pooping like crazy not too long from now. After I
was finished with the first bottle he force fed me 2 more bottles of
pure laxatives. After Alex Shoved 2 pills up my butt followed by an
enema hose. He waited 3 min. till removed the hose, diapered me extra,
extra thick-I�d need it-and strapped me to my bed and pulled over a
chair to watch me humiliate myself. He pulled out a cell phone to
record this event. Cramps rose but I fought it the best I could. The
longest 4 minutes of my life passed and I felt like passing out now. I
tugged at the restraints desperately. I couldn�t even budge. Alex grew
impatient of me not messing my diaper so he got up and tickled me. I
continued to resist. Alex hit me in the kidneys. Poop came flooding
into my diaper. About over a hour of involuntary pooping passed as I
lay there in shame and without dignity. I really had to pee so I let
loose. Alex patted my dirty diaper and got up to play video games with
Brad. I was strapped to my bed in a dirty wet, poopy diaper all the way
till we were called for dinner. Brad unstrapped me and forced me to
crawl to dinner. I had a diaper rash now. I eventually made it to the
highchair and a staff helped me up. I was I couldn�t reach to table so
they fed the soup to me. I had to wear a bib since they spilt a lot.
After dinner an adult carried me into the kitchen and set me on a
table.
�I�m very disappointed in you. If you keep messing yourself you will be
punished.� He scolded.
�I don�t mean to mess myself. It happens involuntarily.� I mumbled
innocently.
�I�ll make sure your roommates keep a close eye on you.� The man said.
I nodded knowing I couldn�t win. The man carried me upstairs and
changed me back into 3 thick diapers for the night.
�Remember what I said.� He said. Once he left Brad and Alex tickle
tortured me till I cried. I peed myself. Then they strapped me into
bed, gave me a pacifier and told me to sleep..
�You�re gonna need that pacifier.� Brad taunted and tied the string
looped through the pacifier tightly around my head. I knew now that I
will have a severe diaper rash. In the morning I didn�t want to move.
Alex unstrapped me and began spanking me hard. The rash burned.
�Ow!� I screamed. Thank God the paci muffled my loud cries. He spanked
me for 15 minutes, changed me and we were off to school. I didn�t move
much that day. The pain was too much. Gym class was the worst. The
usual happened. Lunch I was given laxatives, changed by the nurse and
went on with the day. Today I was changed 5 separate times at school.
I�ve lost my bladder control. Soon I might lose bowl functions too.
After school Brad experimented with his health class assignment-care
for a baby. Brad put me 12 disposable diapers with extra diaper
absorbency pads, 3 pull-ups, 5 Adult diapers. They put masking tape
around the top to prevent me from removing it then sewed me in several
nappies then thick crinkly plastic pants that had locks on them. I
couldn�t waddle, stand, or even crawl! It was a Friday so I was told
I�d stay in these for the whole weekend no changes. They let me watch
T.V.-Mostly Noggin, Barney, and Teletubbies. Since Brad knew I couldn�t
transport myself he carried me into the hallway, secured my pacifier.
�Now cry.� He ordered. I didn�t know what he was up to so I didn�t
obey. Brad kicked me hard and slammed the door and locked it. I just
sat there and bawled. A new employee found me, picked me up and carried
me through the house asking if anyone left a toddler behind-he thought
I was 3 years old. He couldn�t understand why I was in so many diapers
though.
�Where are your parents?� He asked. I didn�t want to talk without
dignity.
�Are you hungry? Do you need a change?� I only blubbered and babbled
gibberish-I couldn�t talk properly due to my stress and embarrassment.
He patted me on the back to calm me down while he carried me. I was
taken to the main office of the boarder school and the man reported me
as a missing child . The man set me on the floor. I fell on my butt. I
tried to stand but fell again. The pregnant secretary looked at me.
�I�ll take it from here sir.� She said to the rookie.
�David is that you?� She asked. I nodded and sucked on my paci shyly.
�Don�t be embarrassed you look cute being a small boy in big diapers
sucking on a pacifier. You kinda look like a cute little toddler.� She
said to me. I blushed.
�You honestly are adorable.� She complimented. I just sat still in
tears.
�Can you stand?� I shook my head no.
�Can you crawl?� I shook my head again and began to cry. I lifted my
hands for her to pick me up. The pregnant lady picked me up and held me
as a baby-how else would she carry me back to my room? �I m�mm.miss�my
mmm�mom�� I hyperventilated. I meant it.
�Don�t cry David. Everything is gonna be alright.� She soothed and
cradled me gently.
�You�re diapered pretty snugly aren�t you?� She patted my butt. I cried
on her shoulder.
�Don�t cry your safe now.� She comforted and gently bounced me in her
arms and paced the room. I calmed and surprisingly fell asleep in her
arms. The stress exhausted me.
�Several months and I�ll be doing this every night.� She thought-
referring to being a mom of a newborn. The lady carried me back to my
room-which was now unlocked. Brad and Alex greeted me kindly as the
lady went over to the drawer, dressed me in an onsie and gently laid me
down into bed, pulled over the blankets and tucked me in-The restraints
were hidden under the bed sheet.
�Shh�don�t wake him. He just fell asleep.� She whispered just like a
mother would say about a baby who just fell asleep. Once the lady left
Brad picked me up and shook me. I started to cry for my mamma. I missed
being nurtured. Alex removed the bedsheet and prepared the straps. They
stripped me back down to my diapers and laid me down and told me to be
quiet. I could see Alex retrieve a baby bottle. I knew what was he was
going to do. It was useless to fight but I refused to swallow the
laxatives. Formula got all over my face.
�I warned you no t to disobey!� Alex growled. Brad began to massage my
diaper.
�Now you will be punished.� He grinned. I gripped the mattress and took
the punishment. Being masturbated in diapers by a roommate is
embarrassing. I moaned and came. Brad continued to rub my thick diapers
against me pretty much for the rest of the night. Brad and Alex
switched off every hour. Alex gave me a rattle to grip. It felt so
weird. I cried all night. Whenever I got close to falling asleep Brad
would spank me-making my diaper squish and smear the pee and poop
inside. I�d wake up and he�d continue masturbating me. I gasped. My
penis was humiliated. While they did this they took the opportunity to
force feed me laxatives. In the morning I was so weak and vunerable as
an infant. Alex came up to me.
�So today is a new day are you gonna behave?� I nodded weakly. Alex
reminded me I was to stay in all of my diapers till Monday. We went
down to breakfast. The whole dorm laughed at my huge diapers. The Staff
punished me for messing myself by grounding me to my room the whole
weekend. The whole day Brad and Alex dressed me up in baby clothes and
took pictures of me. They fed me laxatives and video recorded me. Then
they forced me to waddle from Brad to Alex-Who was filming me. I cried
a few times. Alex stood me up and told me to waddle to Brad on the
other side of the room. I took 1 baby step and fell. Alex took my hands
and pulled me to my feet and held me up as I waddled to Brad. I was
still drained and weak from what they did to me last night so they
filmed me taking a nap in nothing but my diapers. At least that was my
moment of rest. Then I was masturbated till lunch-5.5 hours! The diaper
rash made it worse. I didn�t talk that whole day.
Sunday they did the same to me only twice as bad. Come Monday morning I
was changed into a fresh diaper-2.5 inches thick and then added extra
diaper absorbency pads-but not as much as the weekend. All of the big
boy shirts were dirty so I wore a baby shirt. Homeroom my pants ripped
revealing my cute diaper. Everyone already knew I wore diapers but they
laughed still. I blushed. I had to walk to the dorm without any pants
and showing how big-small-of a baby I am. The door was locked and they
couldn�t find the keys so they sent me back to school. By now I had
already lost both bladder and bowl control. I�ve had 6 diaper changes
in 1 school day. This meant that now it was required of me to wear
diapers. Back at the dorm Brad and Alex admired the work they had done
with my regression from a normal freshman to a baby freshman. I curled
up on my bed and blubbered. Now I�ll never escape being babied. They
won�t bother potty training me. If they did Alex and Brad would cheat
and regress me down to the level of an infant�AGAIN. I can barely talk
anymore. I need speech therapy because my voice sounds babyish. I
haven�t grown or slept much due to the humiliating torture Brad and
Alex do to me. At least I help the secretary constantly. She practices
being a mother to me. When her own baby is born I think she�ll do fine.
Hey at least most of the girls now at the school say I�m cute and want
to hold me.
There�s actually a few girls I wouldn�t mind if they changed my
diapers! I allow a few pretty girls to pat my diaper and feed me. Brad
and Alex get annoyed that I get attention for being such an adorable
little toddler. The guys saw the girls treating me kindly so Brad and
Alex strapped me down to my bed till dinner and gave me 7 full baby
bottles of liquid laxatives with 8 dissolved laxative pills all mixed
in the same baby bottle to suck on, 3 pooping pills up my butt and was
given an enema Till I finished drinking my bottles.
�I hate you!� I screamed between sucks on the baby bottle.
�This will teach you to mess with our girls!� Alex shouted. I started
to whimper in fear.
�What if my diaper leaks?!� I sobbed. Alex gave me something to drink
to help me pee.
�Shut up and suck on your bottle!� Alex screamed. I sadly obeyed.
�Don�t worry. You�re gonna be diapered like you were last weekend. It
won�t leak. If it strangely does leak you�re lying on plastic sheets
and we ain�t gonna change you. Have fun pooping and peeing yourself.�
Alex laughed and removed the enema hose while Brad diapered me the same
as last weekend. Brad smacked my diapers. This will probably be the
most I�ve ever pooped in my entire young life. I obviously tugged at
the restraints in every direction with discomfort. I didn�t want to do
this but it would happen. I squeezed my eyes shut and braced myself. So
now I lie here strapped to my bed back in my overdone bulky diapers
messing myself like never before thinking back to how this all started
as punishment for getting in trouble with my parents. Honestly life
here is sort of better in a strange way. Life at home was boring.
Nothing big ever happened. I always wished some big change of living
would happen. Well as the people say: Be careful what you wish for it
just might happen�in a strange way.