A DIFFICULT 11 YEAR OLD

A Difficult 11 Year Old - Chapter 11 - New Diapers

	Matthew was beginning to get used to wearing a footed blanket 
sleeper to bed every night, and even though he would never ever 
admit it to anyone, he was actually starting to enjoy it. Once 
again as the weekend began to approach, Matthew noticed that he 
was starting to run out of diapers. On Wednesday night he noticed 
that he only had one diaper left (for Thursday), that meant that 
he would run out of diapers on Friday. By now he came to realize 
that bad things always happened on Fridays. On Thursday morning he 
reminded his mother that he was running out of diapers and she 
just responded that she "would handle it". That answer made him 
very nervous. When he got home from school on Thursday afternoon 
he immediately checked his dresser and sure enough all he had left 
was one more diaper. Again on Friday morning Matthew reminded his 
mother that he had just used his last diaper and needed some more, 
his mother responded that she would "take care of it". All day 
long Friday, Matthew kept wondering what his mother meant by 
"handling it" and "taking care of it". When he got home from 
school on Friday he again checked his dresser for a new supply of 
diapers and sure enough there weren't any. The rest of the day 
Matthew spent in a nervous sense of anticipation, knowing 
something was going to happen that evening, but not knowing what.
	After dinner was over and cleaned up, Sandra asked Matthew to 
come with her into her room. Matthew knew that this was it and his 
stomach quickly filled with butterflies as he reluctantly followed 
his mother into her room. As he entered the room, his mother 
instructed him to close the door and to have a seat on the bed. As 
he sat down on the bed his nerves were getting the best of him and 
he began to feel like he was on the verge of having to throw up.
	His mother began by explaining to him that since he had 
started to wet the bed so many months ago that she had spent a 
small fortune on GoodNites and disposable diapers, well over a 
$100.00 thus far and that she simply could not afford to keep 
buying him disposable diapers. Matthew sat there in complete 
silence and begin to feel a sense of shame over having caused his 
mother such a hardship.
	Sandra continued on that she had done some research on the 
Internet and had found several companies that make cloth diapers 
for adults and older children. She explained that cloth diapers 
could be washed and used over and over again and thus were much 
more economical.
	Matthew could see her point, and even though he didn't relish 
the thought of wearing a cloth diaper he was somewhat relieved 
that this was all there was going to be to it, he had worried all 
day over nothing. He even wondered to himself: "How would a cloth 
diaper feel? Would it feel soft against my skin? Would it be 
bulkier then a disposable diaper?"
	As he sat there thinking to himself, his mother continued on 
how cloth diapers were completely different from disposable 
diapers. "For starters" she explained, "cloth diapers must be 
pinned on, there are no adjustable tapes to put them on with. And 
it's going to be impossible for you to lay on your back and pin 
the diaper on yourself tight enough to keep it from leaking."
	"What?!?" Matthew asked, his thoughts of this being "no big 
deal" being dashed to pieces.
	His mother explained: "From now on I will have to help you 
get ready for bed, and I will have to put your diaper on you every 
night."
	Matthew could not believe his ears. "NOOO" he said, "Why 
can't I put on my own diaper?" he asked in complete disbelief at 
what he was hearing.
	"Because you have to lay flat on your back to put the diaper 
on and if you were to try to pin it in place by yourself you would 
have to sit up to reach the pins and then you could not pin it in 
place tight enough while sitting up to keep it from leaking," She 
again explained.
	Matthew kinda of sorta understood what she was saying, but 
the thought of his mommy diapering him every night was more then 
he could bear. "Don't they make any other kind of cloth 
diapers......without pins?" he asked through as he began to tear 
up.
	There was actually all kinds of different cloth diapers that 
did not require pins, but Sandra was not about to tell Matthew 
that. She assured him that there were not any other type of cloth 
diapers. She then started in again on how there was nothing wrong 
with him for him to being wetting the bed every night, so until he 
stopped wetting the bed he had just better get use to WHATEVER she 
decided to use to control his bedwetting.
	"Oh wonderful," Matthew thought to himself, "the old 'this is 
for your own good' line". Matthew began to cry realizing his 
mother was not going to give up on this diapering him every night 
idea.
	"Look at you," Sandra said in disgust, "Crying like a little 
baby. Maybe you should spend all day in a diaper like a little 
baby until you can learn to act like regular 12 year old boy."
	The memory of spending an entire day in his footed sleeper 
was still fresh in his mind and he knew that if his mother wanted 
to, that she could make him spend an entire day in a diaper. 
Matthew tried to pull himself together, but the thought of 
spending an entire day in a diaper was more then he could bear. He 
also felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness at his 
predicament; he knew there was nothing he could do to get out of 
having his "mommy" diaper him.
	"Oh for crying out loud," his mother said, "I can't stand to 
watch this. I'm going downstairs to watch TV. When you're finished 
crying like a baby, let me know." And with that she left the room 
and left the door open so that Jenny and Paul could hear him 
crying.
	When she got downstairs, Paul asked her why Matthew was 
crying. She explained that she had bought him some new diapers and 
that he did not want to wear them.
	Matthew buried his head in his mothers pillow and cried his 
eyes out for nearly a half an hour before he was finally able to 
regain his composure. When Sandra heard that Matthew had stopped 
crying she went back upstairs to her room to check on him.
	As she entered the room Sandra asked Matthew if he was 
finished crying. Matthew nodded YES. "Are you ready to be 
diapered?" she then asked. Again Matthew nodded YES and he again 
fought back the tears over being asked such a question by his 
mother.
	Matthew was then instructed to take off his shirt and pants 
and socks and shoes. As he stood there in just his T-shirt and 
underwear his mother told him to lie down on the bed and remove 
his underwear. In the meantime Sandra went to her closet and 
pulled a large bag of supplies. When she returned to the bed, she 
pulled out a couple of diapers and told Matthew to lift up his 
butt so she could slide the diapers underneath him. Matthew felt 
very vulnerable lying there naked in front of his mother and 
quickly complied with her instructions hoping to get this over 
with as quickly as possible. Sandra slid the diapers underneath 
Matthew and carefully positioned them correctly. She then reached 
inside her bag and pulled out a bottle of baby oil.
	Matthew immediately asked: "What's THAT?!?"
	"It's baby oil," his mother responded, and then explained: 
"Disposable diapers pull the moisture away from you skin to 
prevent a diaper rash, but with cloth diapers the moisture stays 
next to your skin, so to prevent you from getting a diaper rash 
I'm going to use baby oil and baby powder just like I use to use 
on all three of you when you were babies and in diapers."
	Again Matthew could not believe what he was hearing. As if 
wearing a diaper wasn't bad enough..... As if having his mommy put 
his diaper on him wasn't bad enough .... now his mother was going 
to rub him down with baby oil on the most sensitive part of his 
body. Once again Matthew began to cry as his mother poured a small 
amount of baby oil on him and began to rub it in.
	"Now cut that out!" Sandra told Matthew in a very firm and 
disgusted voice. "The way you're carrying on you'd think I was 
beating you to death. A little bit of baby oil never hurt anybody. 
Besides if you don't like being treated this way, you can always 
stop wetting the bed."
	Matthew continued to whimper as his mother took her time 
applying the baby oil and rubbing it in. Even though he hated 
having his mother touch his genitals he couldn't help but to get 
excited. Sandra laughed and told her son: "If I didn't know better 
I would swear that you were enjoying this." And she continued to 
rub him down. Fact of the matter was that Matthew WAS enjoying it. 
These were new feelings for him and didn't know what to make of 
them. He began wondering what type of pervert he was for getting 
excited by having his mother touch him and diaper him. Sandra then 
told Matthew to lift up his butt so that she could put oil on it 
as well. Matthew complied with his mother's instructions wanting 
to get this very bad experience over with as soon as possible. He 
felt very vulnerable and helpless and he carried out his mother's 
instructions; he was beginning to feel more and more like a real 
baby.
	After she was through with the baby oil Sandra then got the 
baby powder and began powdering her 12-year-old baby. As the aroma 
of the baby powder entered Matthews' nostrils he realized that not 
only did he look like a baby in a diaper, but now he was going to 
smell like a baby, too. Even though he did not want to smell like 
a baby, he found the smell of the baby powder somehow pleasing and 
comforting. This was something he could not understand for the 
life of him.
	Once again Sandra instructed Matthew to lift up his butt so 
that she could powder that as well. Matthew reluctantly complied 
and Sandra finished up the powdering by adding a very liberal 
amount of baby powder to the diaper underneath Matthew's rear end.
	Finally Sandra began pulling the diapers into position. She 
started with the first one and after a few adjustments she pinned 
it tightly in place. Matthew could not explain it, but the feel of 
the soft cloth again his skin felt like heaven. He had never felt 
something so warm and soft up against his skin. Of course these 
feelings of intense pleasure greatly confused the pre-adolescent 
young man.
	Next, Sandra took the second diaper and pinned it in place 
the same way. By now Matthew was beginning to feel the bulkiness 
of cloth night diapers and again he could not understand why 
wearing a bulky diaper was exciting him so much. His mother then 
said that she wasn't sure how many diapers Matthew would need to 
keep him and his bed dry and then decided to put a third one on 
him "just to be sure" that his diaper would not leak. She pulled a 
third diaper out of her bag and had Matthew lift his butt so that 
she could slide it under him and then she pinned it in place as 
well. By now the bulkiness of three diapers was overwhelming to 
Matthew. He had never experienced anything like this before and he 
could not understand why he was in such a state of ecstasy on the 
worst night of his life.
	Finally Sandra went to her bag of supplies and pulled out the 
biggest pair of plastic pants that Matthew had ever seen. They 
were yellow with nursery rhyme pictures all over them. Sandra had 
Matthew lift his feet up so that she could pull the plastic pants 
over them. She slipped the pants over one foot first and then the 
other and pulled them up as far as they would go. Matthew once 
again had to lift up his butt so that his mother could pull the 
plastic pants into position. Sandra then carefully tucked Matthews 
diaper inside of the plastic pants. She then stepped back to 
admire her handiwork.
	"Let's get a good look at you," Sandra said as she extended 
her hand to her son and helped him off of the bed. "Now aren't you 
a sight" Sandra laughed as Matthew stood up in full view. As he 
stood up he really began to feel the bulk of three diapers. If 
fact he was surprised that he could not stand up completely 
straight because of the massive bulk of three diapers between his 
legs. His mother laughed as he tried several times to stand up 
straight, not being successful in any of his attempts. Matthew 
turned beet red over the embarrassment of his predicament but he 
also had the biggest and hardest erection of his lifetime.
	"Now let's let you take a look at yourself," Sandra said as 
she guided Matthew over to the full-length mirror that hung on the 
back of her door. Once again Matthew could not walk "normally" 
because of the bulkiness of the diapers and had to half walk, half 
waddle over to the mirror. As he looked into the mirror he could 
not believe his eyes. Standing there in just a T-shirt and a 
diaper he truly did look like a big baby. He began to cry as he 
continued to examine his own reflection in the mirror.
	Sandra began saying to Matthew: "Now did you benefit yourself 
by putting up such a fuss and crying so much over having to wear a 
diaper?"
	Matthew just stood there in silence. His silence irritated 
his mother as she told him: "I ASKED YOU A QUESTION.... Did you 
benefit yourself by carrying on so?"
	"No" Matthew sobbed.
	His mother continued: "Did you get out of having to wear a 
diaper?"
	"No" Matthew responded.
	Once again she asked: "Did you get out of having me put your 
diaper on you?"
	"NO!!" Matthew screamed through his tears.
	"Watch your mouth, young man!" she warned him and then 
continued: "When will you ever learn? This is just like your 
sleeper, you cried and carried on so, but that didn't change a 
thing. All you did was get yourself punished and spent MORE time 
wearing it then you would have if you would have just put it on in 
the first place." She continued her lecture: "When will you learn 
to do what you are told without putting up such a fight?" She then 
asked: "You do realize that you must be punished for your 
disobedience?"
	Matthew nodded Yes and then Sandra said: "Perhaps you should 
spend the entire weekend in your new diaper just like you had to 
spend time in your sleeper before you got use to wearing it."
	Matthew begged her not to make him wear the diaper all 
weekend long, but his pleas fell upon deaf ears. Sandra then very 
firmly told her son: "Every time you disobey me your punishment is 
going to get harder and harder until you learn your lesson and do 
as you are told the FIRST time. Now let's go downstairs so your 
brother and sister can see you in your new diaper."
	With that Sandra grabbed Matthew's hand and drug him out of 
the room and down the stairs. When Jenny heard all of the 
commotion she looked up and saw her brother coming down stairs 
wearing his new diaper. "How Cute!!!" she howled in delight. She 
watched the two of them finish coming down the stairs and then she 
said to Matthew: "Come on over here so I can have a closer look at 
you."
	Matthew reluctantly complied with his sister's request and as 
he got closer to Jenny, she turned to her mother and asked: "Where 
in the world did you ever find such an adorable pair of plastic 
pants to fit such a big baby?"
	Sandra replied that she found them on the Internet and that 
there were a lot of people young and old just like Matthew who 
enjoyed wetting themselves and liked wearing diapers and being 
dressed up like big babies.
	Matthew again began crying and through his tears sobbed: "I 
don't like wetting myself or wearing an diaper."
	Sandra replied that he must enjoy it because Doctor Johnson 
could not find anything wrong with him to cause him to wet the bed 
every night. And that he could prove that he didn't enjoy it by 
stopping his bed-wetting, at which time she would start treating 
him like a regular 12-year-old boy. But as long as he continued to 
wet the bed every night, then he had better get use to being 
treated like a baby.
	Matthew stood in the middle of the living room without a word 
to say in defense of himself. Jenny then grabbed him by the arm 
and pulled him closer to herself. "Come on over here closer", she 
said, "And let's take a closer look at those nifty plastic 
panties." Matthew turned beet red. His sister continued her 
teasing. "Look here Paul, here's Humpty Dumpty. Do you remember 
what happened to Humpty Dumpty?"
	Paul giggled as he recited the Nursery Rhyme: "Humpty Dumpty 
sat on a wall. Humpty Dumpty had great fall. All the kings horses 
and all the kings men couldn't put Humpty back together again."
	"Very good Paul," his sister commended her youngest brother 
and then continued the same process with the rest of the pictures 
on the front of Matthew's new plastic pants. When they were done 
with the front side, Jenny grabbed Matthew by the shoulders and 
turned him around so her and Paul could recite all of the nursery 
rhymes of the pictures on the backside of his plastic pants. When 
they were all done, Jenny asked her totally humiliated brother if 
he liked his new diapers and plastic pants.
	Matthew answered her by yelling out "NO!"
	His mother immediately stopped him and said: "Matthew 
Caldwell, you watch your mouth! And you be nice to your sister, 
you never know when you might need her to change your diaper for 
you."
	Matthew gave his mother a look of shocked disbelief as Jenny 
laughed hysterically. She then stuck her hand inside of his 
plastic pants and felt his dry diaper and began asking: "Is baby 
wet yet? Has he peed his pants? Does he need a change?"
	"Cut it out!" Matthew yelled at his sister as he pulled her 
hand out of his diaper.
	"Oh, get out of here you big baby," She told him and them 
patted his diapered rear end as he walked away. Matthew walked 
over to the end of the couch and sat down and sulked and cried to 
himself the rest of the evening.
	After about an hour, Sandra announced to her children that it 
was time for bed and then asked Jenny to go up to Matthew's room 
and get his pajamas and bring them back down stairs and then help 
her brother get dressed for bed.
	Jenny immediately complied and ran up the stairs to go get 
Matthews footed sleeper for him. When she returned to the living 
room she asked her brother: "Now how are we going to do this?" 
Finally she had Matthew lie down in the middle of the living room 
floor and put his feet up in the air. She pulled the sleeper over 
one leg and worked the foot into the proper position and then did 
the same thing with the other leg and foot. She then had Matthew 
stand up and pulled the sleeper up over his diaper and then 
grabbed one of Matthew's arms and forced it into the sleeve and 
pulled it into place. She then did the same thing with his other 
arm and then zipped up the sleeper all the way to his neck. She 
then teased her brother: "Dere, Dat should keep you nice and 
snuggly warm all night long." She laughed as her brother turned 
beet red again. "All right, now why don't you run off to bed," She 
said as she turned him around to face the stairs and then gave him 
another pat on his diapered behind. And then turning towards her 
mother said: "I just love doing that!"
	"Well, you're going to get lots of opportunities to do that 
this weekend" and then Sandra explained to Jenny about Matthew's 
punishment for putting up such a fuss and fight over putting on 
his new diapers.
	Sandra then followed Matthew up the stairs and to his room 
and helped "tuck" him in bed. She then reminded him that babies do 
not change their own diapers nor do they dress themselves, so that 
when he woke up in the morning he was to keep his diaper and 
sleeper on until either she or Jenny decided to change him. And 
then she concluded with a stern warning that if he dared removed 
either his sleeper or his diaper that he would be in more trouble 
then he could possibly imagine.
	"What could be worst then this?" Matthew thought to himself 
but he knew that his mother could find something more embarrassing 
and more humiliating to punish him with if he failed to obey her.
	Being alone in the bed, Matthew finally got the opportunity 
to fully enjoy his new diaper. Once again the softness and 
bulkiness of three diapers greatly excited the young pre-
adolescent boy and he began getting an erection like he had never 
gotten before. He turned over onto his stomach and began rubbing 
his penis up against the soft diaper and quickly climaxed. This 
was the most wonderful experience he had ever had up to this point 
in his life, but needless to say it greatly confused him. Once 
again he began wondering what sort of pervert was he for diapers 
to be such a turn on for him. He tried to contemplate what it all 
meant, but quickly drifted off to sleep having been totally worn 
out mentally and emotionally from the events of that evening.