Written
by little Taylor, [email protected]
This
story is fiction and doesn’t condone kidnapping or abuse of children. It is
purely fantasy. It includes kidnapping, bondage, punishment, messy diapers,
severe humiliation, and modification of bodily functions. I am an adult, and in
this story my fantasy is to be Josh, the story’s main character. What happens
to Josh should never actually happen to anybody, child or adult.
Chapter
1
Kidnapped!!!
You would
never guess it, but I’m actually a fetish video star. At least I was for about
three months. I was 14 years old. It was the most traumatic experience of my
life. The kidnappings are commonplace now, but back then, nobody had any idea
this kind of thing could happen. After the emergence of the internet, there was
a "renaissance" of adult entertainment. The public's appetite for
adult entertainment grew. After the Spiritual Revolution in the late 10's, the
industry was hugely restricted. That appetite had to go somewhere. It went
underground. Now women and men of all ages are kidnapped and taped against
their will in any category you can think of. Truly anything you can think of,
and pay for. The young are the most preyed upon. Though people are rarely
killed, the trauma victim's sustain can be extremely severe, even crippling. My
case was mild compared to some, but I am still in therapy. I have trouble
trusting people, I can't make friends, and I have nightmares every night. The
worst thing though, is that I have to wear diapers 24/7. My body and mind never
recovered from the mental and physical abuse I sustained in those three months.
Like I
said, I was 14 when it happened. It was the last day of school for me. Not
because of summer, but because I never went back. I was making the long walk
home after a day like any other. In my small town, everybody knew everybody. It
was okay to let your kids walk home after school. Nobody even dreamed of
something like this. Now, no town is safe. These kidnappings are just something
that happens. I suppose there is some comfort now, in knowing that if you are
kidnapped it is likely you will survive. Knowing you aren’t the only one.
Across the country there are hundreds, maybe thousands in your same situation.
My group was one of the first. We didn't have that "luxury".
I should
cut to the chase. I live further away from the school than any of the kids I
walk with. Halfway home I was already alone. At Hudson St. I started across the
crosswalk. A white cargo van was coming, but I made sure it slowed before I
walked in front of it. I looked for the driver’s face, but couldn’t see through
the dark windows. It came to a stop a few feet away. At that age, you feel
untouchable by the things parents warn of. I reached the curb and didn’t have a
care in the world except my Mom's permission to sleep over at DJ's house that
night.
Hands
wrapped around me from behind. Once covered my mouth, and the other around my
arms and upper body. Within a couple seconds I was in the van and the doors
closed. It was pitch black, so I don't know how my kidnapper saw what he was
doing. I was too terrified to scream. All I could hear was the tires screeching
and this man telling me not to fight. A few seconds later my hands were taped
behind my back, and my mouth was taped. I don't know how I didn’t pass out. It
must have been adrenaline or something. At that age, your mind isn’t prepared
for something like that. I was sat up against the wall. I was told over and
over "It's going to be ok. Just be calm. We aren’t going to hurt
you." The man had a soft voice and it helped a little. In that situation,
at that age, any reassurance is appreciated.
We drove
around for about a half an hour before I noticed how slow we were going. For a
good solid minute we must have been traveling at one or two miles per hour.
Then the side doors opened and the blinding light came flooding in. I closed my
eyes and tried to bury them in my chest. When I raised them to look around I was
shocked at what I saw. There were three other boys in the van with me. All of
their hands and mouths taped just like mine. I recognized two of them from my
school. A moment later the man came back through the doors carrying another
boy. He was wearing some kind of black, thick goggles. It must have been how he
saw so well inside the van. The doors closed and all I had was my hearing.
Screeching tires, screams, whimpers, and the man's voice telling the newest boy
not to fight. Then came the sound of tape. I felt bad for the other boys, but I
was so glad not to be alone.
We drove
for what seemed like an eternity. It must have been at least two hours. The man
spoke once in a while telling us everything would be ok. That we would see our
families again if we cooperated. The last half hour of the trip must have been
on a dirt road. It was loud and bumpy. I became scared that we could be in the
middle of nowhere. There was nothing I could do. Finally the van stopped and we
waited. A while later I could hear other vehicles pulling up next to us and
stopping. At least 4 other vehicles drove up, stopped and turned off their
engines. It's amazing how well you hear after a few hours without sight.
"In
a few minutes, the back doors are going to open. Myself and some other men are
going to help you out, and then into a big truck. Don't fight us, just
cooperate. Everything will be ok. Just work with us and nobody is going to hurt
you."
This
didn't seem like a normal kidnapping. It was way too planned out. I felt as if
they had something planned for us. I didn't feel like they wanted to hurt us.
Still, I was 14 and very naïve. It could have been much worse. "Close your
eyes, the doors are going to open" the man's gentle voice said. I
couldn’t. My eyes watered up and burned. Very quickly somebody grabbed me
around my waist and carried me to the back of the van. My eyes adjusted enough
to see I was being handed down to another man. I was carried a few feet to the
back of a very large truck, and handed to one of the men standing inside. I
looked around and saw at least six other men carrying and handing off other
young boys. Some of the boys were struggling hopelessly. I was sat against the
wall once again. This time there were pillows and padding to sit on. Once I was
settled and the strong hands released me, I looked around the truck in
amazement and horror. The truck was filling up with young boys. There must have
been at least 25, and more were still being handed up.
I
couldn’t understand what I was seeing. I had watched the news, and read about
kidnappings. This seemed more like a slave trade or something. It was so
coordinated. And there were now at least 30 boys taped and leaning against the
walls of this truck. After a few more were brought in, three men jumped in and
slammed the doors shut. The truck started to move. Lights came on and the men
started to go around and check on all the boys. The longer the lights stayed
on, the more time we had to look around and see the hopelessness of our
situation. Lots of the boys started to whimper and cry behind the duct tape. By
this time I think I was a little more adjusted to the situation than most of
them. I was past the crying stage. I was studying everything I saw. Trying to
figure out what was in store for us. The first thing I noticed was the size and
shape of all the boys. We were all short, thin, and good looking. I had always
been very skinny, and looked young for my age. I had no facial hair, and very
little pubic hair. Sometimes I could still get into the theatre for the twelve
and under discount price. It was obvious that we had all been selected for our
physical appearance.
For the
next hour we were lectured by the three men. Mostly we were just told to
cooperate and everything would be fine. The tape was taken off our mouths and
we were given water, crackers, and a piece of candy. We were told not to make
any noise or talk. Some of the boys started to cry and beg the men to let them
go. Their mouths were taped. The others cried silently. After another hour, I
was exhausted from it all. I lay down on the pillows and went to sleep.
An arm
softly shook me. "Wake up, we're about to get out."
I sat up
and waited curiously at what would happen next. The doors opened and once again
we were carried off the truck. This time we were stood on our feet in a single
line. We were in the middle of a huge group of warehouses. They looked
abandoned. Then I noticed we were in the desert. There were no sounds except
the men unloading us. We were the only people here. As I feared, in the middle
of nowhere. Nobody else knew we were here. We didn’t even know where we were.
Chapter
2
Behind
The Scenes
Once we
were all lined up, we were taken into one of the warehouses. From the outside
these buildings looked like slums, but inside there were moveable walls,
adjustable lights hanging from the ceilings, and a camera everywhere you
looked. I had never seen anything like it. Once inside, we were lined up
against a wall and told to look strait ahead. Those who had tape on their
mouths, had it removed. We were told strictly not to cry or speak under any
circumstances or we would be severely punished. Two men and women with
clipboards walked back and forth studying us and making notes. This went on for
about ten minutes before they spoke among themselves. While they talked, they
pointed at some of us and nodded their heads. At least three times I was
pointed at. I couldn’t understand what was happening. I did need to pee very
badly. Some of the boys had peed their pants during the trip. I held it and
kept my mouth shut.
Once they
were done talking and pointing, one of the men went down the line and told some
of the boys to fall in behind him. I was included. Besides myself there were 4
other boys picked. As we were led away, I turned and saw the rest of the boys
being led in the opposite direction. We were each put into separate rooms, and
the doors were locked behind us. There were no windows, no sounds, only a
padded table and a chair. What I really needed was a toilet. I wondered if we
were going to be interrogated about something. Maybe this was some secret
government agency like you see on TV. Nothing I could think of made sense. I
figured I would find out soon enough.
About
thirty minutes later a very large man unlocked the door and came in. He untaped
my hands and told me to listen to him very carefully. "As you might have
noticed, there are cameras everywhere" he said. "You are being
recorded from multiple angles at all times. If you are told to do something,
you will do it immediately or you will be severely punished. No matter what,
you will not resist. Do you completely understand?" "Yes" I
replied. Scared to say anything else, I raised my hand to ask if I could use
the bathroom. He just walked out of the room. Once again, no answers, no
information. Everything was very vague.
I was
almost ready to pee in the corner when the door opened and in stepped a huge
woman dressed in a nurses uniform. She must have been at east 2 feet taller
than me and looked very strong. Behind her she pulled in a cart loaded with
medical supplies. "Ooh aren’t you cute!" she cooed as she ruffled my
hair. She didn’t look like any nurse I had ever seen. She wore a very short
skirt, a sleeveless blouse, and an old style nurse's hat with a red cross on it.
After locking the door, she proceeded to put on a pair of white rubber gloves
with a devious smirk on her face. All the while looking me up and down. Finally
she put her hands on her hips and said "now let’s get those clothes off
you, young man!" While grabbing my belt and unhooking it, she looked up at
a camera on one of the walls and smiled. My immediate reaction was to grab her
hands. My mom had many times started to undress me forgetting that I was
growing up and that wasn't appropriate anymore. I reacted the same way. I
remembered what the big man had said at about the same moment she grabbed my
arm, turned me sideways and gave me a hard smack on the bottom. My feet would
have surely came out from under me if she hadn’t held my arm so tightly. My
butt immediately started to sting. I couldn’t believe how bad it hurt. I’m sure
she had done that a few times before. Next she whipped my belt out of the
loops, bent it over and swatted her opened hand. "Im not going to have to
use this on you am I?" "No, I’m sorry" I said.
"That’s
a good boy."
I didn’t
resist as she took off my shoes, pants, and then shirt. Standing there in my
underwear and socks, she looked me over. "Oh wouldn’t you look cute in a
pair of Scooby Doo undies!!!" I blushed and turned my face away from her.
Who was this person and why was this happening? This couldn’t be a real nurse.
I never felt so exposed an embarrassed in my life. And I was still wearing
underwear! "Well you’re in luck, young man," she said, "because
I don't have any underwear." She turned around to her cart and stuck her
hand in a big square like bag. When she faced me again and held her hand up, I
was dumbstruck at what she was holding. "You’re gonna wear diapers
instead" she said with an evil grin.
At first
I thought it was a joke. She put a changing pad down on the table then grabbed
me under my arms and picked me up. She put me against her chest like a child
and squeezed my butt. I was laying on my back on the pad before my mind could
register what was happening. I still thought it was a joke. The nurse grabbed
the sides of my underwear and pulled them down exposing me completely.
"Oooh, look at his little wee wee! Isn’t that cute!" I covered myself
with embarrassment. She fed off of my humiliation, grabbing my hands and
holding them away while giggling and teasing me further. Next she started to
tickle me....and I started to pee!
I only
got to go a little before she grabbed my penis and squeezed it. She looked very
mad and I tried to hold it. Once the burn went away I said I was sorry, and it
was an accident. There was pee on the front of her uniform and she was piping
mad. She let go and grabbed my chin with her manicured hands. "Don't you
dare do that again or I will strap you down to this table and blister your
little ass! Do you understand me!!!" "Yes ma'am" I said.
"Yes Nurse!!!" she screamed. "Yes Nurse!" I replied in
fear.
As she
unfolded the thick disposable diaper, I realized that this was no joke. She was
about to put me in a diaper. I didn’t dare resist. She grabbed my ankles and
lifted my bottom off the table just like a baby. She slid the soft diaper under
me and laid my butt down on it. Next she squirted baby oil in her hands and
rubbed it all over my groin and bottom, pushing her finger deep inside me. For
a moment she turned around to retrieve something else off her cart, but I
didn’t see what it was. She greased my rear end a while longer with the baby
oil before starting with the powder. She put it on so thick I could barely
breath. I smelled just like a baby. I was so ashamed and didn’t understand why
this was happening. Finally she tucked my penis down in the diaper and pulled
them up between my legs and taped them very tightly. The diapers looked just
like baby diapers. There were little cartoons on the front and everything. I
didn’t think they made baby diapers this big. My chest hurt and I felt like I
wasn’t getting enough air. The humiliation was so intense I closed my eyes and
felt like crying.
"Back
in diapers. Aren’t you just adorable in your little Pampers!" she teased.
She picked me up and sat me down on her lap and bounced me up and down.
"How do you like your diapers sweetheart? All that thick cotton and
plastic between your legs. You’re nothing more than a little toddler are
you?" I was past embarrassment. When was this going to end. I was just
kidnapped. Wasn’t I supposed to be dead by now? Isn’t that what happens?
The nurse
stood me up and dressed me in a strange schoolboy outfit, complete with shoes,
tie, and a little hat. The shorts felt way too small. I felt a huge bulge in
the back from the thick diapers underneath. Nobody could mistake it for
anything other than a big diaper. Next she put her hands in the sides of my
shorts and pulled the excess plastic up so it stuck out way above the waist.
The nurse stood back and enjoyed her handiwork.
"Now,"
she said in a very serious tone, "We are fixing to go somewhere, and you
are to play along. Do you understand? You are to play along. If you don't, you
are going to be severely punished, and believe me, you don't want that. You
will wish you were never born." She said one more time "You are being
recorded, and you are to play along!" I could tell she was not kidding one
bit. With that, she grabbed my wrist and led me out the door. We went down a
long hallway and stopped at a door that said CLASSROOM. The nurse opened the
door and led me inside.
I didn’t
think my situation could get any worse. I couldn’t have been more wrong. Not in
my worst nightmares could I have imagined this. It was so horrible I didn’t
even understand it. We entered the room and I squinted my eyes a few times to
make sure what I was seeing was real. I should wake up anytime I told myself.
It never happened. The nurses voice brought me out of my daze. "Send Josh
to my office when he needs his diaper changed!" she practically yelled
across the room. And with that came a huge outburst of laughter. The explosion
of sound came from about thirty boys dressed in uniforms just like mine,
sitting in their school desks. My face must have turned purple. The nurse game
me a firm pat on my diaper seat and walked out of the room. The laughter just
got louder. Along with it was hooting, fart noises, and name-calling.
"Diaper boy! Poopy Pants!" I don't know why I didn’t pass out right
there. Maybe I still didn’t think it was real. I looked around the room to see
the letters of the alphabet on the wall, a huge green chalkboard, windows with
fake scenery, and of course row after row of desks filled with laughing
schoolboys.
My eyes
focused in on the huge wooden desk in the front of the classroom. The woman
sitting behind it planted her hands and stood up very slowly. She looked right
at me and put her hands on her hips and started tapping her toe. "I have a
seat for you up here in the front of the class Josh. That way I can check your
diaper regularly." The class erupted again. I got dizzy and my legs turned
to Jell-O. "Josh come sit down at your desk right now" she said in an
irritated tone. "You may be wearing Huggies, but my paddle will still sting."
Remembering what the nurse had said, I started towards my desk.
I
recognized some of the boys as I passed their desks. These were the same boys
that were led off in the large group!!! Why were they laughing at me? What was
going on. I inspected them closer as I neared my desk. They all had on the same
outfit as me, but with no diapers! I felt betrayed in some strange way.
As I came
to my desk, I studied the teacher standing a few feet in front of me. Once
again it was a very large woman. But beautiful in every way. She was wearing
high heels, and a flowered dress. She wasn’t typically thin, but a large woman
with nice big curves. The bun in her hair completed the look perfectly. While
being absolutely stunning, she also had a no-nonsense, serious look that
demanded obedience. Definitely capable of punishment if necessary.
I sat
down in my seat, painfully reminding myself of the thick diapers I wore. The
sound needed no interpretation. The crinkle drew a few scattered giggles. There
was a book on my desk that said English in big blocky letters. That’s all it
said. "Class open your books and read pages 98 to 115." I looked up
at the teacher, and she stared back with a huge grin. She knew something that I
didn’t. Like something was in store for me. She put her hand into her top
drawer and lifted a paddle that looked to be about a foot long. Placing it on
the palm of her other hand she warned me with her eyes. I opened the book, but
there were no page numbers. There was no print whatsoever. So I just pretended
to read.
The
classroom was dead silent. Maybe all the stress had made me forget about having
to pee. Now the feeling was back. There was no way I was going to pee in a
diaper right here. It was so quiet everybody could probably hear it. I just
held it. About ten minutes passed before I felt a slap to the back of my head.
I turned around and glared at the boy behind me. He just glared back and said
"what are you looking at you big baby!" The class erupted in laughter
again, and I was once again painfully reminded of my situation. "That’s
enough class." the teacher said in a uninterested voice. It went quiet
again, and stayed that way for about ten more minutes.
Then I
heard a low rumbling sound in my stomach. I looked around to find all eyes on
me. I put my head back in my book. A few seconds later, there it was again.
Then again. I started hearing giggles. All of a sudden a cramp hit my side like
a wrecking ball. I clamped my jaw shut and pressed my elbows into my ribs in
severe pain. Finally it went away. There wasn’t much activity, but I could feel
everybody's eyes cutting right through me. I was too terrified to look. Then
the cramp came back, but worse. It was all I could do not to stand up and moan.
My stomach was convulsing violently and I felt more full than ever before. I
barely caught myself before asking to go to the restroom. Somehow I knew that
was out of the question.
How could
this happen. Wasn’t I already in an embarrassing enough situation? Now I feel
like I'm going to explode in my diaper right in front of everybody. And then it
hit me. This was supposed to happen!!! Everybody knew except me! The nurse must
have done something to me to make this happen. I had never felt anything like
this in my life. That’s what she must have done when she turned around to her
cart while oiling me. Could she have put something inside of me? That had to be
it. My mind was racing. I was angry. I had to hold it. I couldn’t let this
happen. I had to beat them. I grimaced and took it for a few more minutes before
realizing I was losing the battle. The convulsions were just getting worse.
Alleviating the pain slowly became more important than my pride.
"Can
I please go use the bathroom" I half said and half cried. A tear ran down
my cheek. I knew nobody was on my side, and I knew the answer to my question.
"You’re wearing your bathroom Josh" she replied. "Its called a
diaper." The laughs once again filled the room. Then everything went quiet
and got blurry. I could tell everybody was still laughing, but it was all
blocked out. My body was telling my mind to shut off. I was at the end of my
strength. I got out of my desk and stood in the middle of the aisle. I pushed
my butt out, closed my eyes, and let it happen. The battle was over. The sticky
mess exploded out of my rear with so much force I could feel the diaper
tighten. I grunted and groaned out loud.
I bent my
legs and arched my back. Veins must have been popping out of my forehead. I
didn’t care. All I could think of was relief. A second wave of mush spread my
cheeks and erupted into the wall of cotton. The diaper shifted and my shorts
tightened. From behind, the growing lump in my diaper seat must have been very
visible. The storm wasn’t over. I turned and grabbed the sides of my desk and
stood strait up, flexing every muscle in my body. I held my breath and grunted.
I must have looked like a constipated toddler. A third glob of messy shit ran
out of me like a river. I felt my shorts tighten and rip in the seat. I knew
the worst part was over. I pushed smaller waves into my waiting diapers. The
loaded diaper bulge pushed through the rip in my shorts. As more poop filled
the diaper, it pushed up my crack and onto my lower back. The mess I felt
between my legs and clinging to my bottom was unimaginable. After a few more
small waves it was over.
I opened
my eyes and leaned down to catch my breath. In doing so I spread the mess over
even more of my backside. Slowly the laughs started to break through. Reality
was coming back, and I was conscious of the horror that surrounded me. I
reached around and felt a huge bulge the size of a softball pressing through,
and out of the rip in my shorts. I looked around to see some of the boys
rolling around on the ground laughing. Some of them had ran to the corners of
the room and held their noses. Most just looked at me with disgust. Then the
smell hit my nose. I felt like throwing up. Nothing else in the world smells
like a dirty diaper. What could I do but just stand there and wait for the next
blow.
The next
thing I knew the teacher put her arm through mine and locked it against her
side. She swung her other arm away from me, then back towards me. The thick
wooden paddle in her hand slammed against the seat of my diapers, mashing the
gooey mess in every direction. She continued to paddle me, lifting my feet off
the ground with each blow. Poop squirted out of the top of the diaper and onto
my shirt. My bottom started to burn like fire. Tears streamed down my cheeks
and I begged her to stop. "This is the last time you will disrupt my class
young man!" she screamed. "From now on you will poop your pampers
without causing a scene!" Finally she stopped paddling me. The pain was
unbearable, and I rubbed my diaper covered backside to no relief. The teacher
grabbed me by the ear and dragged me out of the classroom. She locked me in the
small room where the Nurse had diapered me earlier. I was bawling and my bottom
was still on fire. I curled up on the floor and cried. All of this still felt
too nightmarish to be real.
I was curled up on the floor bawling
for only a few seconds before the door opened. I didn’t want to see who it was.
Surely it was somebody else who was going to embarrass me, spank me, poke and
prod me. Two strong arms with manicured hands reached under my arms and picked
me up. I closed my eyes not knowing what was going to happen. I was also so
ashamed of my situation and smelly disgusting diaper I was wearing. To my
surprise the woman spoke gently and held me against her chest. "Its ok
sweety, everything's going to be ok" she whispered. She put held my head
against her massive breasts as she pulled out the chair and sat in it. She
hugged me tight with both arms and held me with my legs straddling her knee.
Before I could say anything, she lowered me down legs spread onto her knee. The
mess spread even further over my bottom and even into the front of the diaper.
Then she started bouncing me on her knee and patting my back. Her large breasts
enveloped my head. Though everything that was happening was humiliating me
further, I accepted in and tried to relax.
She bounced me and talked softly for
a few more minutes. The shifting mess in my diaper and the warm body holding me
felt comforting in a strange way. "Now what do you say we take you out of
this scary room and get your diaper changed?" she whispered in a motherly
tone. I nodded my head still too embarrassed to look at her. With that she
picked me up with one arm holding me against her chest and the other cradling
my diapered butt. She carried me out of the room, down a few hallways, and into
another room.
Scared that I might be in another
classroom or embarrassing situation, I didn't want to look around. I was sure
the room was about to erupt with laughter. She carried me across the room and
laid me down on something soft. I opened my eyes to look around. I saw a crib,
highchair, toys, blue patterned wallpaper, and it smelled like baby powder. I
was in a nursery of some kind. After everything else that happened today, I
must admit I wasn’t too surprised. I also wasn’t surprised about the camera
looking strait down at me from the ceiling.
"Ok lets get this poopy diaper
off you." she said as she bent down and kissed my forehead. I looked at
her for the first time. Just like all the others, very beautiful. This one was
very motherly looking. Light on the makeup, soft skin, and she wore a flowered
house dress. Her smile made me feel comfortable. Like I could trust her. I knew
this couldn’t be true, but it felt good after all that had happened.
After undressing me, she untaped the
diaper and peeled it back. "Oooh you made a big surprise in your diaper
didn’t you sweetheart?" I felt all the blood in my body rush right to my
face. I turned my face to the side in shame. "Oh sweetie, its ok. Don't be
embarrassed, mommy's going to make it all better." Her reassurance helped
somewhat. I guess I needed somebody to be nice to me pretty badly.
She lifted my rear off the changing
pad by my ankles and used the diaper to wipe the gooey mess once before pulling
it out and tossing it in the diaper pale. Then she used baby wipes to clean me
up the rest of the way. It seems like she used the whole package before getting
me clean. Never once did she hold her nose or look disgusted by the chore. Only
reassuring and caring. I looked around the room some more. More cameras. At
least one in each corner that I could see.
After oiling and powdering me
thoroughly, she said that she would wait a while before putting a fresh diaper
on me to let me air out. I wasn’t thrilled to know I was going to be put in
diapers again, but what did I expect. I also didn’t feel comfortable enough to
ask when and if I was going to be let go. Maybe I would later if she kept being
nice to me. She lifted my back off the changing pad and put a little white
t-shirt on me. And then a clean pair of white socks. "You can go over
there and play with those toys while I get your dinner ready" she said
pointing into the corner of the room. "Do I get any pants?" I asked
sheepishly. "No sugar we need to let your precious little bottom air out.
You will be ok, its warm in here."
I walked over to the toys looking down at myself, bare below the
waist except for the white socks. Even a diaper would be something I thought. I
sat down in the big pile of stuffed animals and saw that the big surface I was
laying on was a changing table. Underneath it were shelves filled with baby
supplies. Lots of disposable and cloth diapers. They looked at least three
times a thick as any diapers I had ever seen. Much thicker than the ones I was
wearing a minute ago. This sight made me believe I would be here for a while,
and would be put in diapers often. I was too tired and hungry to think about it
all too much.
I didn’t play with any of the toys,
I just watched her get the food ready. I hoped it would be something good.
Nope. She brought out babyhood and some other containers and sat them on the
highchair, then came to get me. She picked me up easily and put me in the
highchair. I thought about asking if I could just eat at a table. That might
have been pushing it. I knew the answer anyways. She pulled up a chair and
started feeding me. It was all horrible. It was all mush. First spinach, then
oatmeal, peas, carrots, bananas, and on and on. She made airplane noises and
flew the spoon around before stuffing it in my mouth sometimes. It seems like
half of the food ended up on my face. I reached up to wipe some of it away and
she told me not to. I must have been a sill sight. A 14 year old with his
bottom and privates exposed sitting in a highchair, food all over his face and
being fed by some woman. I didn’t think about it too long.
"I’m getting full" I said.
"Not yet honey, you need to eat all your food before I let you down"
she said. After three more containers of food I said I couldn’t eat anymore.
"Yes you can, and you will, or I will force feed you." This was the
first time that I felt she meant business. "Now be a good boy and open up
for mommy." Five containers of food later, I felt like I was going to
throw up. She finally wiped my face and let me down. "Now lets get you
diapered up for bed" she said pointing at the changing table. I walked
over and pulled myself up onto the big thing and lay down.
This time I was put in cloth
diapers. At least three, and they were HUGE! I couldn’t even close my legs.
Next she put on a pair of ugly brown and yellow rubber pants. And last I was
put into a blue footed sleeper. I hadn’t worn one of these since I was a child.
This one also had really thick mittens. I tried to close my hands but couldn’t.
The mittens were so thick that I couldn’t feel anything. Couldn’t grab
anything. She helped me up and stood me on the floor so she could zip the back
up. I remembered the way the feet felt in these things. She zipped up the back
and then I heard a chain, and then a lock close. I didn’t even ask. "This
sleeper will keep you from taking off your diapers and making a mess" she
said.
With that she picked me up and
carried me over to a rocking chair. For the next hour she held me and rocked
me, and fed me a few bottles of warm milk, and then one more of apple juice. It
all tasted a little weird, but I didn’t think much of it. It was much more than
I wanted to drink, but just like everything that had happened that day, it
wasn’t my choice. After I finished, she carried me over to the crib and lifted
me over the railing. "Its time for beddy-bye sweety. Now you are not to
get out of this crib for any reason. If I catch you out of this crib, I’m going
to give you a spanking and then strap you down from now on. Do you understand
mommy?" I nodded. With that she gave me a kiss and a few pats on my diaper
seat, turned out the lights, left the room. The door was locked from the
outside. It was dark, but there were a couple of nightlights. For the cameras I’m
sure.
How did I end up like this.
Diapered, in baby clothes, in a crib? I wondered if I would find out soon why
this was all happening. I couldn’t have imagined all of this if I had tried. I
was tired, and the crib bedding was soft. There were no covers or pillows, but
it was warm enough not to need them. I lay down and went to sleep quickly. I
wondered what tomorrow had in store for me. Tomorrow was a long ways away,
though.
It was the longest, most horrible
day of my life and I was tired. After the Mommy person left the room, I laid
down and almost immediately went to sleep. I didn’t remember feeling this
comfortable and safe in a long time. Of course I was missing my parents and didn’t
know what would happen next. However I didn't feel like these people wanted to physically
hurt me. I was laying there in a crib, in diapers and a baby's sleeper, and I
felt safe and comfortable. Calm. Maybe I just wanted to sleep.
It couldn’t have been long before I
woke up to more terrible cramps in my stomach. I knew what was coming of
course. How could I forget. There must have been something in the bottles I was
fed. I didn’t fight it this time. After a few minutes of rolling around and
holding my stomach, I stood up and put my padded mittens the rails of the crib.
I grunted and pushed as hard as I could wanting nothing more than to ease the
pain. The first wave flowed out like a tidal wave. I felt and even heard my
diaper tightening. After a few painful minutes it was over. I was exhausted and
out of breath. I laid down on my stomach and tried to ignore the big lump in my
diaper seat. Soon I was drifting back to sleep. Forgetting the state of my
diapers I rolled over onto my back and jolted back to reality. I had done it
now. My bottom was caked in poop, and my hole felt like a dilated disgusting
mess, and now I had to pee. So I did. Before I could realize I was making my
situation worse, gravity caused the pee to flow around my genitals and into the
already gooey mess under my behind. I flipped over and soaked the front of my
diaper too. I tried again to go to sleep.
No luck. My bottom started to itch. I
reached back to scratch through the diaper but the padding on my hands was way
too thick. The thick sleeper and diapers didn’t help either. I would just have
to ignore it until it went away. Of course it just got worse. My bottom and
genitals felt like there were ants crawling around on them. I tried furiously
to scratch myself. I couldn’t even feel what I was doing through the thick
mittens. Next I turned over on my back and rubbed my butt against the crib mattress.
I bounced up and down slamming my butt against the mattress. The mess only
spread further! It was agony. I started panting, my eyes watered, my nose
started to run. Before long my skin started to burn. I figured it was diaper
rash setting in. I tried to meditate, but it was no use. I stood up and started
screaming "please help me! Please, I need my diaper changed!" I
reached around again to scratch my bottom, nope.
I must have stood there and screamed
for an hour. I looked around the room. I looked at the cameras. I started
crying even more. I laid down and tried again to go to sleep but the burning
was just getting worse. The gooey poop was eating away at my skin. I could do
nothing but stand up and scream even louder. The diaper was starting to get
heavy and droop inside my sleeper. The stink was burning my nose and eyes. My
bottom burned like a fire. I started to scream "Mommy!!! Please mommy
change my diaper!!!" I can't imagine what I must have looked like. I was
completely broken. All I wanted was all any toddler with diaper rash wanted. To
be changed. To be held. I wanted my mommy. Any mommy.
About twenty minutes later the door
opened and the mommy lady came running in and picked me up out of the crib
telling me everything would be ok. That mommy was here. I bawled even more once
I saw her. I was a complete mess. She put me on the changing table and cleaned
me up. It was very painful. My skin was eaten up. At least I was being taken
care of. Once I was cleaned up, she put rash ointment all over my bottom and
crotch. I begged her not to put me in another diaper. She told me she wouldn’t,
that everything would be ok now. She put a t-shirt and socks on me and carried
me bare bottomed out of the room. We went into another room down the hall that
looked like a bedroom. She put me on the bed and laid down also. She pulled me
close, held me against her soft breasts, and wrapped her legs around me. I was
warm and safe now. She sang until I fell asleep.
I should have been angry at her. She
knew what was going to happen. She was responsible for it all. Most of me didn’t
care though. All I wanted was to be taken care of now. I was only 14, and my
emotions were really being messed with. She had come and changed my diaper and
was now taking care of me. Mothering me. Psychologically I wasn’t ready for all
that was happening to me. My mind was really tired and not working right. I
slept well after that and woke up still in her arms.