Kidnapping, Diapers, and Videotape

 

Written by little Taylor, [email protected]

 

WARNING

 

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.

 

 

Chapter 3

 

 

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.

 

Chapter 4

 

            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.

 

Chapter 5

 

            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.

 

To be continued