| Title:
| Humiliated Diaper Boys
|
| Name:
| J
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| Email:
| Not given
|
| Gender:
| Male
|
| Current Age:
| Not given
|
| Posting Date:
| 04/18/10
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| 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
|
|
| Summary:
|
Marcus is a boy in a dysfunctional family with behavior problems. His
mother thinks she's tried everything, but then she finds out about
diaper discipline. Marcus thinks his life is over, but could something
good come out of it?
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| Deekerian Score (20 is max.)
[?]:
|
1 (5%)
|
The author assures that this story is 100% fictional. Anything related
to actual events is pure coincidence.
Marcus came home from school. Marcus was a latch-key kid and as a
result got a surprise when his mother was waiting for him.
�Mom-you�re home.� Stated Marcus.
�Yes I am. I need to tell you something.� Marcus was puzzled.
�Does this have something to do with my room being renovated?�
questioned Marcus. �You know it could wait until you got home from
work.�
�As for work, today was my last day. I�ve decided to trade stocks for
extra income. If I make a decent living, it�ll be better then what I
have now. And if I don�t, well, we still have your father�s alimony
checks.�
Marcus�s father skipped town when he was just a baby, leaving a note
that said he didn�t want to have a child. Marcus� Mom thought she would
never hear from him again. She was wrong. When Marcus was three, his
father had returned to town, and rented an apartment. He filed for
divorce. After a year and a half in court, they split, with Marcus�
mother keeping Marcus and everything that hadn�t belonged to his
father. His father sent $100 a month worth of alimony checks-not enough
to live well, but enough to live. To support herself and her son,
Marcus� mother took a minimum wage job as a cashier at the local
McDonald�s.
�What about the renovations?� Marcus had been couch surfing at his best
friend Nate�s house for a week while his room was redone. Marcus was
very curious as to why his room was redone, especially since they lived
on such a low income. Marcus was in for a surprise when he went down
the hall. His once plain white walls and ceiling were now baby blue.
His bed had been replaced with a hospital safety bed which was
remodeled so that it would look like a crib. His desk had been replaced
with a changing table, and sitting on his bookshelf (on which all of
his things were cleared and his novels and comics were replaced with
board books and bedtime stories was a baby monitor and a bottle warmer.
�M-m-mom,� he stammered. You�ve turned my room into a baby�s nursery?
�Not just any baby�s nursery, your nursery!� His mother replied. As she
said that she looked down at him with a fiendish smile.�
�Mom, why?� He asked, appalled. �I don�t need a Nursery, I�m 13 years
old. And I�m in the eighth grade! Nurseries are for babies that go to
day care.�
�But that�s what you will be Marcus, a baby that goes to day care!�
Marcus� mother was beaming with joy; she had finally found a way to
rein in her errant son.
�You see, your behavior has been very, very troubling. Now, everyone
agrees it�s because of your lack of a father figure, and the fact that
you are rather underprivileged compared to your peers,� It was true.
Marcus barely lived within the limits of kids that attended his school.
Most of the kids there lived in well-to-do families with extra money to
spend. Some of the kids even lived in mansions.
�But,� she continued �You�re behavior can still be corrected. Ever
since you went started your first time at day care you�ve always been
difficult to handle. So I found the solution. Two years ago I first
heard about diaper discipline. It�s when a problem child is regressed
back to infancy as punishment. The point is to humiliate them by
treating them as a baby, and then threaten to bring back the
humiliation if they misbehave to keep them in line. In some cases, such
as yours, the punishment is kept permanently as a control method.�
�Wait, you saved your money, bought all of this, redid my room
completely, and are going to enroll me in daycare because of my
behavior? Where did you find a daycare that takes in 13-year-olds
dressed as babies? What am I going to do about school? And I�m going to
be under this forever?�
�The local day care accepts children under diaper discipline.� She
replied. �And every afternoon you will be tutored privately for three
hours. And you will be under this until you are living on your own.
You�re going to be kicked out of the house the day you turn 18. Now
let�s get this underway.�
Totally defeated, Marcus laid down on his new changing table. His
mother took off the last of his old clothes and threw them out. His
mother took out a diaper its package. Marcus noticed that the packages
of diapers were stored in the drawer in his dresser where his underwear
used to be kept. Then she pulled out a pair of corduroy overalls with
snaps around the leg and crotch out of the drawer were his pants used
to be, and took a babyish shirt out of the drawer above it. His mother
explained the new layout of his dresser to him.
�Your former underwear drawer is now a diaper drawer. Your long-sleeved
shirts have been replaced with more babyish ones to wear under your
overalls. Your former t-shirt drawer is now a onesie drawer. Your
pajama drawer now has footie PJ�s in it. Your former pants drawer is
now an overall drawer.�
Marcus was utterly humiliated. It had been 11 years since he wore
something this babyish. He was wearing corduroy overalls with snaps
around the crotch for a diaper change. Underneath it, he was wearing a
white Barney the Dinosaur T-shirt.
�Now let�s make you a real baby� His mother said. She reached into the
crawl space where Marcus used to store his toys, and got a baby bottle.
She made some formula and put it on the warmer. Marcus began to sob.
�Ohh, is widdle baby Marcus cwying? Maybe his binky will make him fweel
bwedder.� She pulled out a pacifier and popped it in Marcus� mouth. She
then held his hand and walked him into the living room and told him to
get in his playpen. Marcus reluctantly obeyed.
Marcus cried for a good half an hour. After he was done, he tried to
amuse himself with his baby toys, but that only made him cry harder.
When he actually sucked on his pacifier harder to comfort himself, his
new big baby status hit him and he sobbed harder than he ever had
before.
When his mother came in an hour later with his bottle, she comforted
him as if he was two or three. Then she tied a bib around his neck and
gave him his bottle. Then she cooked dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets
for him in the microwave. He ate those for dinner along with a bowl of
applesauce and a sippy cup full of apple juice.
When Marcus was finished eating, his mother announced �It�s time for
beddy-byes for baby Marcus.�
�But it�s only 7:30,� protested Marcus. It was the last thing he said
before she slipped his pacifier back into his mouth.
�But widdle babies need their sweep.� His mother replied in a mocking
baby tone. His mother let him out of his high chair, took of his
overalls and shirt, checked his diaper, then put footy PJ�s on him.
Then she tucked him into his crib for the night. Marcus cried himself
to sleep.