The Day Everything Stopped Being a Mess

Summary: A story of a boy moving through life and it's emotions

It all started when I was eight. Since as long as I can remember I have 
been a chronic bedwetter. But it wasn't until I was eight that my 
parents decided to do something about it. I knew that my parents were 
up to something when it all happened because they were in and out of 
the house all weekend "picking things up". With me being an only child, 
I was never used to them leaving me alone. One night I went to bed like 
usual at around 9:30. I hoped and prayed I would not wet the bed like I 
had the past few nights. When I woke up in the morning I knew my 
prayers had not been answered. My pajamas were soaked and my underwear 
was clinging to my skin. And to boot, I had messed myself. I usually 
don't mess myself, but on occasion it does happen. I froze, I didn't 
know what to do, and before I knew it my mom had walked in. She knew 
what happened without me having to explain it. She picked me up, and 
took me into the bathroom. She laid me on the floor on a diapering pad. 
She removed my pants, all while saying nothing. She took a pair of 
scissors out of the drawer and cut my underpants off from each side. 
Now, usually at this time she would tell me to get up and shower. But 
today was different. She got up and ran a tub full of water. She picked 
me up and placed me in the tub. Still silent, she began to wash my body 
very thoroughly. I hadn't argued with her because she hadn't even said 
a word.

After she had finished with my bath and dried me off she picked me up 
while I naked, without any clothes or towel, and carried me into my 
room. There she put me down, so I was just standing there naked. She 
then said her first word since the morning.

"Why?"

I was stunned. I couldn't think of a reason. All I could do was cry. 
Then my mother grabbed me by the arm in anger and forced me over her 
knee. She proceed to remove a paddle from underneath my bed. She 
spanked me with the paddle over and over again. I stopped counting 
after like one hundred. When she finished I couldn't feel my butt all. 
I knew was it was probably red as hell. She then placed a diaper pad on 
the floor laying me on it. By this time my crying had turned into 
whimpering. She then proceeded to place baby oil on my penis. She 
rubbed it on, not caring about my reaction. My mother had never 
diapered me (except for when I was a baby, of course), but I knew that 
was coming. Later she took baby powder out and sprinkled it all over my 
butt and penis area. Then came the worst thing of all, she placed a 
Pampers XL diaper on me. With her finally doing up of the tapes, she 
said, "For as long as I live you will be diapered!" From that day on I 
was diapered.

Following this humiliation my mother de-registered me in school. I was 
home schooled by my mother. My days consisted of waking up to a diaper 
change, followed by breakfast, then school, then diaper change. I was 
allowed the rest of the day for fun. When I first started wearing 
diapers my mother tried to get me to learn how to use the toilet. But 
to spite her I decided never to use it. She would place me on the 
toilet every morning. If I had to go I would hold it, sometimes for 
hours. She would then remove me from the toilet. She would re-diaper me 
and that is when I would release my bladder and butt muscles - causing 
a huge mess. But my mother was smarter than that. She was would yell 
and scream and make me stay in my messy diaper. And even worse, she 
would spank me over one hundred times in that messy diaper. As the 
years went on, so did the punishment.

Fast forward 8 years, now 16 my mother's task of diaper punishment 
continued. By this time I had lost total control of my bladder, but I 
don't think my mom thought the diaper punishment through. As I hit 
puberty things started to change. I began to grow hair around my penis. 
My mother let it grow and then one day she realized it was disgusting 
to have poo on my butt hair and my penis hair. So she took one of my 
dad's Bic's and shaving cream and shaved on my hair off, and she did 
this monthly as to stop all hair from growing. Later she realized that 
electrolysis would be better. So she booked an appointment and we got 
it done. Another downside for my mom that surgery could cure was 
erection and ejaculation. Whenever my mom would rub baby oil I would 
cum on my stomach. She would clean it up and spank me for not 
controlling it. My life was full of spankings and diapering.

Then one day, when I was still 16 I met someone. Our neighbours had 
moved out and a new family was moving in.... and they had a daughter 
who was about my age. I saw her, she was beautiful, she was fit, and 
had grown into her body perfectly. By the sight of her I had noticed I 
had an erection and had cum in my diaper. I knew I had to get to know 
her.