| Title:
| Foster Home
|
| Name:
| hansen S.
|
| Email:
| not given
|
| Gender:
| Male
|
| Current Age:
| 17
|
| Posting Date:
| 03/07/10
|
| 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- White diapers* | ● | 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 |
| | | | 9- Baby paraphernalia | ●
| | *Denotes Deekerian story elements
|
|
| Deekerian Score (20 is max.)
[?]:
|
10 (50%)
|
I woke up, as usual, staring at the bars of my crib. Again, as usual,
as I slept on my back, I could feel my messy diaper squishing from the
back and weighing against me on the top. Of course, I couldn't see the
diaper through by baby blue sleeper, but it was comforting to know it
was there. I sucked on my pacifier for a little bit, waiting for
Margaret to come get me out of the crib.
I was up before everyone else because it was going to be an exciting
day. After all, today I turn 13, and everyone at the home knows that 13
is a special birthday. Nobody except those above 13 actually know why
it is special, but they all loved it immensely. I couldn't wait to see
what was in store for me besides the generic presents and cake, but
that didn't come until after dinner, and we had quite a bit to go
before then.
I heard the alarm clocks start to go off in other rooms some time
later. A few minutes after that, Margaret, the head of the home, did
come in. "Happy birthday!" she said. She was a fairly young lady,
around 25 or 26. In the home, she acted as a teacher and mother for all
of us. She quickly changed me and put me in a shirt. It said "Birthday
Boy!" on it.
The breakfast table was full when I got there, everyone in high chairs
with ages ranging from 6 to 17. We all had our breakfast, which
consisted of waffles and baby bottles filled with juice, and then we
went off to our lessons.
The day just seemed to drag on for me. I really wanted to find out what
was going to happen to me. I barely learned anything in my Calculus
class, and even less in my Physics class. Yes, at age 13 I was taking
those classes; Margaret takes kids into the home if they show some
extraordinary quality such as my intelligence. Regardless, I was
waiting in anticipation for dinner and what would come after.
Morning diaper change and lunch passed just as slowly, but eventually I
was in the last class of the day. After this, I had three hours before
dinner, and then my birthday surprise. I waited more than I played that
day, waiting for dinner.
At dinner, my favorite foods were served, and afterward I got to open
my presents. I got upgraded parts for my computer, some new clothes,
and photography stuff, like a new memory card. Then, after cake and a
round of "Happy Birthday," Margaret took me into her room.
She put me onto her changing table, strapping my arms and legs in. I
got anxious, but she assured me that this didn't hurt at all, and on
the contrary I was being restrained so that she wouldn't get hurt. I
didn't understand, but I went with it. She then strapped a pacifier
around my head and into my mouth, explaining that if I made noise the
younger kids would be able to figure some of this out. She then changed
my diaper, but instead of letting me wipe my crotch region, she did it,
rubbing rather more than necessary. My penis stiffened, and at that
point she took some more diapers and put them onto me, pinning my penis
down. she then rubbed the front of my diapers, and I could feel my
penis getting bigger and harder. She rubbed harder and faster, which
resulted in good feelings spreading through my body slowly. My limbs
strained at the restraints and wave after powerful wave of bliss hit
me. She kept increasing the intensity of her rubbing. I felt pressure
building in my penis, and suddenly it released in a violent outpouring
of sheer pleasure, going to all my extremities. I also felt a discharge
of liquid into my diaper, though I thought I must have caused an
explosion with the way it had felt. I gasped for air, and she explained
what had happened, instructing me of the health benefits and telling me
that I could do this on my own a couple times a week.
Back in bed, I lay and reflected on my birthday. Deciding that it
couldn't have gone better, I took my hands, now within the thick
mittens of the sleeper, and placed them on my diaper crotch once again.