The Taming of a Teen
By Tiny Tony

	It all started on a Friday night. I had just turned 17, I had a 
car, a girl and a cool job, too. On this Friday I decided I would join 
some friends of mine at a rave. Now, I don't do drugs, but I do drink, 
something my parents didn't know. Needless to say, I got really smashed 
at the party. The time finally came of me and my friends to go home. I 
didn't want to drive drunk, but I didn't have any way around it. A 
friend of mine told me he knew a bunch of back roads and that we would 
be fine, so we started home. I don't remember much after that. I do 
remember the sound the car made when it hit the tree. The two guys with 
me jumped out of the car and ran. I got knocked out. When I woke up I 
saw the car I got out; man, it was bad. I waited there for about 20 
minutes, but since I was on a back road no one knew I had wrecked. I 
decided to walk home. it took just over an hour to reach my house. My 
head hurt but my night of partying was wearing off. I walked in and 
started upstairs to my room. Suddenly the light came on; it was my mom.
	"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!" she yelled. I looked up and said, "I got 
in a wreck OK?"
	"Oh my, are you OK?" she said as she saw the cut on my head from 
me hitting the steering wheel. She came down and grabbed my head.
	"Stand still, let me see," she told me.
	"MOM, I'm fine." That's when she smelt the alcohol on my breath.
	"YOU'RE DRUNK!" she yelled.
	"NO, I'm not," I said back.
	"O.K., then stand on one foot."
	I tried, but soon found I couldn't. "OK, maybe a bit drunk," I 
said. My mom just stood there. I could see steam coming from her ears.
	"Get to your room! I don't want to see you or hear you 'til the 
morning!" she told me in a deep, angry voice. I was woken up by my car 
being dropped off in our driveway. The police had found it and wanted 
to know the story. My mom lied and told them I was coming back from my 
grandma's when I feel asleep and hit the tree. The police asked why my 
mom waited till morning to call. My mom told them I had just got back 
from my car about an hour ago. She was so worried about me she had 
forgotten to call. My mom came up to get me and on the way down and 
explained the story to me. I told the police the same thing and was 
given a warning. My mom then told me to go upstairs. She said she'd be 
up in a minute. I was up in my room about 3 hours when my mom came in 
with the phone. I was given the phone and told that my aunt Cindy 
wanted to have a word with me. 
	"Hi, Aunt Cindy," I said.
	"So I hear you got drunk and totaled your car, is this true?" she 
asked.
	"Yes," I said.
	"And I hear you lied to your mom, is this true?", she asked.
	"Yes," I said.
	"O.K., just checking, let me talk to your mom again."
	I gave the phone back to my mom. They had a short talk in which 
it was decided I would spend the rest of the summer at my aunt's house 
in Texas. Again, to make a long story short, I spent the next few days 
complaining about going to Texas.
	Finally the day came, I got to my aunt's house at noon, mom 
visited with Aunt Cindy for a bit then she left, I was now at the mercy 
of my aunt.
	"Well, little man, you know what I think she asked me."
	"No, what?" I said.
	"I think since you can't seem to make good choices on your own, 
that you need someone to make them for you, what do you think?" she 
asked.
	"I guess," I said, not knowing what else to say.
	"Good to hear you say that," she told me. "Now lets go."
	She grabbed my ear and pulled me into the bathroom. There she had 
me get undressed. She ran a tub of water and told me to get in it. She 
washed and scrubbed me 'til I was clean. Then I was taken out dried off 
and taken to the nursery. Yes, the nursery. You see, my aunt likes to 
care for Adult Babies, so she had a nursery, and I was being led into 
it. I was told to get on the changing table. There, a thick cloth 
diaper was put under me.
	"From now on, little guy, I will make all your decisions for 
you," she told me, "and I do mean all of them." With that, she had me 
turn over. She put a suppository into my butt.
	"I will decide when you go poop," she told me. She then put baby 
oil on my bottom and rubbed it in followed by baby powder. She then 
told me to roll over. I did and she put baby oil on my penis. As she 
rubbed it in my penis got very hard. My aunt started to rub my penis. I 
was just about to cum when she stopped, powdered me and pulled the 
diaper up.
	"I will also decide when my new little boy gets to have fun with 
himself," she told me. She pinned me up and then put me in a pair of 
plastic pants. Next I was dressed in a pair of footed jammies, I was 
taken to the crib where my hands were put into a pair of mittens. I was 
told to lie down and I was strapped into the crib.
	"I will decide what you can and can't do," my aunt told me. With 
that the side was raised, I was give an bottle, then left to take a 
nap.
	"Man, this sucks," I thought to myself. I couldn't do a thing. As 
I lay there thinking about how bad this was I felt the need to poop. I 
tried to stop it but the way I was strapped in made it impossible to 
stop. Soon I was laying there in a messy, wet diaper. I was like this 
for about an hour before my aunt came back in. I was let out of the 
restraints, my diaper was changed, and I was put back in the crib. My 
aunt would bring me a bottle ever half an hour. It was like that 'til 
dinner. At about six I was taken out again and taken to dinner where I 
was put in a high chair. My hands were tied down so I couldn't use 
them. My aunt fed me everything, and soon I was back in the crib.
	That night as I lay there I found me crying myself to sleep. It 
went on like that for about four weeks, but my summer was still not 
over. You see, I had to work hard all summer to be a good boy, I now 
can dress myself, feed myself. I still have to wear diapers to bed, but 
I get to wear training pants in the daytime. I still have to sleep in 
the crib, but I can sleep with the side of the crib down. Aunty Cindy 
said that I've been doing a good job at being big. This is my last day 
here. My mom is coming back today to get me. My Aunty Cindy told me she 
hope to see a big boy next year. I really hope I don't ever have to do 
this punishment again. I have decided to make a better effort to be 
good.

The End