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.