Title: Humiliation
Name: Nathan
Email: Not given
Gender: Male
Current Age: 17
Posting Date: 10/18/09
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 diapersW- Erections
G- PeeX- Bedwetting 
H- Poop*Y- Accidents 
I- Exposed diapers/pantslessness*Z- Punishment/Diaper Discipline
J- Multiple diapers*1- Female Domination*
K- Baby paraphernalia2- Enemas 
L- Mother3- 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:                    
Deekerian Score (20 is max.) [?]: 8 (40%)


"How dare you!"

My mother had just found me at the computer. CAUGHT is actually a 
better term. Naked women were dancing on the screen, and my hand was 
visibly stuck down my pants. Unfortunately, my family is very old-
fashioned about these kinds of things, hence my mother's enraged 
response to finding me.

"Mom, you weren't supposed to be home for another hour!" I cried.

Instead of responding, she took me by my shirt and dragged me into her 
room.

"Take off all your clothes and put them on the floor! You're already in 
serious trouble, so don't try anything stupid or else!" With that, she 
left. I heard her car starting and heard her pulling out of the 
driveway, though where she was going I hadn't a clue. I hurriedly took 
off my clothes.

Okay, maybe there's some more explaining to do. I'm Josh, a fourteen-
year-old boy just going through what all other fourteen-year-old boys 
are with the catch of an insane mother. Despite doing well in school 
and sports, volunteering, and helping around the house, she thinks that 
my masturbation shows I'm an irresponsible little boy.

Oh, man, did I call THAT. I heard her come back into the driveway and 
into the house, finally back into the bedroom, carrying a large package 
of equally large diapers. I truly wanted to move, but I was frozen in 
horror.

"You're grounded, so it doesn't matter if you wear these; your friends 
won't see," she said, scorning a tone of comfort. "Hopefully they'll be 
snug enough that you won't be able to stick your hand in there and do 
the Devil's work."

When she demanded that I lay down on the bed, I was so close to nervous 
collapse that I didn't hesitate or disobey; the same held true when she 
told me to lift up my legs. She slid the diaper under and drew it up 
between my legs, taping the diaper snugly against my body. I remembered 
thinking that this wouldn't be so bad were it not a diaper. I tried to 
get up, but she pushed me down again, pulling out two more diapers and 
taping them similarly. She then let me go to play.

After a while on my computer, I felt the definite need to pee. I got up 
and walked to the bathroom door to find it locked. I rushed to the 
other one to find a similar lock on that door. My mom saw me and 
reminded me that bathrooms are for grown-ups, not babies. In horror, I 
tried to hold it in, but I already had for quite some time and it came 
flooding out. Again, it would've been pleasant had it not been for the 
fact that I had just soiled myself. I squished over to my mom for a 
change only to hear her say "You've got three diapers on for a reason."

Over the next week, life followed a regular pattern: I would wake up, 
get changed, eat breakfast, entertain myself, go to lunch, get changed 
again, more entertaining myself, dinner, entertain myself for a little 
more, then get changed once more before bed. It was normal except I 
didn't go to the bathroom to relieve myself, I was changed, and I 
couldn't have friends over. I began to think this wouldn't be too bad. 
My mother didn't bother me too much, as she was on the computer a lot 
more than usual. Life was okay.

However, at the end of the week a UPS van came, and I was told to wait 
in my mother's room. I sat there, already wet and messy from the day's 
activities, wanting to be changed so that I could play some more. After 
I was allowed entry into the room, I wet myself again, this time out of 
shock. My room was no longer my room: it was a nursery. Diapered teddy 
bears with rattles adorned the walls, there was a giant crib where my 
bed used to be, and a changing table next to my desk. My closet was 
devoid of jackets and shirts, instead being filled with onesies and 
footed sleepers, as well as stacks of diapers. My dresser was similarly 
emptied of normal clothes, carrying only toddler's pants, overalls, and 
shirts with sayings like "I'm a diaper boy!" on them. I was again 
horrified to the point of obedience when my mom told me to get into a 
sleeper. I noticed the sleeves ended in thick mittens that wouldn't 
allow me anything but minimal control of my fingers. She then stuck a 
pacifier into my mouth, strapping it around my head so that I couldn't 
spit it out. Life had officially become hell.

The next month was much worse than the previous week. I looked like a 
baby and often had to act like a baby when my mom put me in the playpen 
with all the baby toys. All that time she had been online she had been 
buying this stuff. I was completely babied, and my only consolation was 
that she had to leave for a week long conference at the end of the 
month, and I would be left alone.

My thinking was twisted on the matter. She hired a babysitter, the 
worst babysitter. This babysitter was the prettiest girl in my class. 
She came in being given instructions on how to take care of me and how 
to humiliate me as much as possible. My life had reached an all time 
low.

For the first few days, she treated me as my mom had demanded, spanking 
me when I disobeyed, changing me, and not letting me out of my baby 
clothes or diapers for any time. However, she had put me down for a nap 
one day when she looked in the closet and took some diapers. She 
diapered herself up and woke me up. I was extremely surprised, and 
despite the fact that she still had to babysit, she treated me better 
as we shared the diaper experience together.

The final night she put me in my crib and walked out. I heard her car 
start outside before I fell helplessly asleep, for, though I didn't 
know it, she had put sleeping pills in my drink at dinner. I woke up 
suddenly at 2 AM. I tried to roll over and fall back asleep to find my 
wrists and ankles had been tied to the bars of the crib. My legs were 
spread out wide, which prevented me from stopping any urine that could 
come out by crossing my legs. I looked up to find that she was kneeling 
in the crib as well, straddling my diapered waist. Her shirt was off, 
and she started rubbing my crotch. An erection began to grow.

"No," I said, and though I tried to tell her the trouble I would be in 
if my mom found out, which she would if I came in my diaper, she simply 
put a pacifier in my mouth and strapped it around my head. She started 
to rub her diapered crotch against mine. In my diapers, the erection 
intensified, She stroked harder, slowly increasing speed. Though my 
body was tingling with pleasure, my mind was horrified at the possible 
repercussions. She kept stroking and stroking with her diaper. I tried 
to hold back the inevitable, but my body was fully out of my control. 
An explosion went off in my diaper as I climaxed, and I groaned. She 
stepped out of the crib, and I drifted helplessly back to sleep.

I woke up to find my mom changing me. She had removed the second of 
three diapers. I braced myself as she untaped the last one, knowing 
what she would find...

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