My Diaper Life (I Wish) Summary: This is a fantasy about how I wish my life were. Although I currently do engage in diaper play, it has never been with another person. Nobody knows my secret. This story is about a boy my age and his diaper punishment. Peter is a 17-year-old boy who is a slight troublemaker and lives with his parents' best friends, his legal guardians. His parents were killed in a car accident when he was 11, and left him to their VERY strict and traditional friends in the hopes that he would be raised to be a good person. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Peter awoke to the annoying buzz of his alarm clock. He hated having to get up early on a Saturday, but he knew he had chores to do. As he groggily reached over to turn it off, he noticed the cold dampness around his belly. "Oh no!" He thought. "This is the second time this has happened! Aunt Beth and Uncle Dan are gonna be so pissed off!" Peter got out of bed and began gathering his soaked bedding in the hopes that he would be able to wash them and his wet pajamas before he was caught. Peter was a small boy, only 5'4 and barely 120lbs, and stripping the bedding from such a high bed was still sort of difficult, even for his age. He laid the sodden material in a pile and began to strip off his soaked clothing. Just as he was about to off his boxers, there was a loud pounding on the door. Peter's heart jumped in his throat. "Y-yes? What is it?" He stammered. "Come down for breakfast, Beth made pancakes for ya and they're gonna get cold." Dan called back fairly cheerfully. Peter stood still until he heard Dan's loud footsteps disappear down the hall. He breathed a sigh of relief and pushed his soaked bedding into the closet and changed into some dry clothes. He would have to wait until they were gone to wash the bedding. Peter walked downstairs and sat down at the kitchen table to a big, steaming pile of pancakes and fresh squeezed orange juice. He wolfed down four, and when he was on his second large glass of OJ, Beth walked in. "Good morning, hunny!" Aunt Beth greeted. She walked over and leaned down to kiss him on the head. Just then, she wrinkled her nose as the strong odor of stale urine drifted up from the boy. "Ew, hun, you need a shower." Peter almost dropped his fork in shock. He hoped she didn't realize what that smell was. "Sorry. I don't really have time this morning." He replied, meekly. His face was turning red from embarrassment, and it was obvious he was trying to hide something. "Well, you smell like pee. You didn't wet the bed did you, young man?" She asked, all traces of cheeriness gone. "No. No ma'am. Just must have sweated last night or something." He lied. Peter had hoped he would get away with it, but Beth was a lot smarter and was less trusting of him due to his recent string of misbehavior. "If I find out you're lying to me, you're gonna get it. Do you understand me?" She threatened. "Yes, Ma'am." He groaned. Beth got up from the table and walked into the living room and up the stairs. When she opened the door to his room, the stench of pee hit her nostrils. Beth stormed over to the bed, which was still damp and had no covers on. Her temper flared, and she called to Dan at the top of her lungs. Hearing the anger in her voice, Dan rushed in. "What? What is it?" He asked. "That boy lied to me. He wet his bed and he LIED about it! I've had enough of this! We're good to him! TOO good to him, and he's been in trouble in school lately, he's been disrespectful. His grades are slipping and I'm afraid he's going to get into some serious trouble with the law! We HAVE to do something!" She ranted. "Ok, ok. I totally agree. Why not do what your parents did to your brother when he acted up? You know. Start him over as a baby, and we can try and re-train all his behavior." "I guess we don't have any other options. Grounding him doesn't work. We'll have to go back to spanking him though too." She said. Dan nodded in agreement. "Right. So here's what we'll do. I'll lock the bathrooms up and you can give me the key while you go out and buy him some diapers and order him a hospital sized crib. I'll act like nothing is wrong. Be back here in an hour or so, ok?" he said. So they went about their plan. Peter, who was just finishing up his pancakes and his third serving of orange juice, sat nervously in the kitchen. He heard the arguing upstairs, but wasn't positive if it was about him. Not wanting to be yelled at for sitting around when there were chores to do, he got up and took out the trash. His full belly was sloshing around as he walked down the stairs and down the long gravel driveway to the trashcans. He looked around. His nearest neighbors, the Carmichaels, were having breakfast on their porch. He could barely make out the image of his crush, Jenny, and his penis stiffened at thoughts of her. She was much to beautiful to ever want to pay attention to a short trouble maker like himself. Nevertheless, she waved, and Peter felt his whole day had been made. Just as he was approaching his house, Aunt Beth drove past him on her way to the store and tooted the horn to say bye. A guilt- ridden Peter waved at her too, and went back inside. As he went in, he caught the first whiff of his stench. "Man, I really do stink!" He thought to himself. He went upstairs in the hopes of taking a shower, but found the door to be locked. "Uncle Dan! Why's the bathroom door locked?" He called out. "Oh, Beth must have accidentally locked it. Oh well." he replied. Dan snuck off to watch TV, forgetting completely about his chores. As he sat there, Dan was upstairs disassembling his bed, and Beth was on her way back home with many bags of disposable diapers, cloth diapers, plastic pants, large bottles, laxatives, and a dummy-gag that she had bought at a side trip to a sex toy shop. He jumped as he saw her small red car pulling back up the driveway and remembered that he'd forgotten to clean the kitchen and vacuum the living room. Peter went to go grab the vacuum from the hall closet, but Dan called out to him. "Peter, sit you ass back down on that couch. No use trying to hide the fact that you didn't do your chores. I was up here the whole time. I didn't hear that damn vacuum once." Dan bellowed, as he trudged down the stairs. Peter knew he was in for at least another lecture as Beth came in from the kitchen, bags in hand, and met him with the same angry stare. "Ok, young man. I asked you earlier if you had wet your bed. You LIED to me and said no. Not only that, but you also were lying by trying to cover it up. We are sick and tired of your disobedience, your bad attitude, and your misbehavior in school. From now on you're going to be treated as the baby you're acting like." Aunt Beth said sternly. "This means, that you are going to be diapered and spanked like a disobedient baby would be." Dan yelled. "Stand up right now." he ordered. "Why?" Peter asked. "Don't back-talk. DO IT!" Dan bellowed. Peter stood. "Take off your pants." Peter, having been spanked by them before, obeyed, knowing that it would have been worse if he hadn't. He stood trembling, and trying to cover his small privates with his hand, as he waited for the first whack from Dan's belt. It came, quickly. Ten whacks, and Peter had tears flowing. A combination of pain and embarrassment had him bright red in the face. "Lay down on the floor. On your back." Aunt Beth ordered. Peter, sobbing slightly, did as he was told, his hands still covering his tiny penis. Dan grabbed them and held them over his head as Beth shoved a folded cloth diaper under his butt. She began to wipe his genitals off with a baby wipe and noted that she would have to shave his pubic hair, or he would get a nasty rash. As she was wiping him, he noticed his penis beginning to stiffen and groaned from humiliation. It was still flaccid, but it was noticeable to him. Then she began to rub baby oil into his hair-less bottom and between his legs. She squirted a generous amount on his privates and began to rub them in, more so than would have been necessary if he didn't have hair. The sliminess of the oil and her gentle rubbing caused Peter's slight stiffness to turn into a full blown erection. This did not please Beth. "Young man! You disgusting little boy! That's what happens when you masturbate... any slight touch down there and you get an erection! This will have to be punished as well!" She said, and slightly smacked his four inch hard-on, causing him to wince, even more so, when she yanked it downward to pin up his diapers. She slid on the plastic pants and sent him up to his room to think. Peter waddled up the stairs, extremely embarrassed. As he walked, the friction from the diapers rubbed against his boner making it even harder. He sat up in his room and, after a few minutes of moping about his new situation and lack of a bed, picked up his book and started reading. He wasn't up there thirty minutes before he felt the three glasses of orange juice in his bladder. It came on fast and strong. "Uncle Dan? Sir?" He called out from his doorway. He heard footsteps and waited to be answered. "What do you want, Diaper boy?" Dan sneered. "Sir, I have to go to the bathroom." He muttered. Dan laughed. "That's what your diapers are for!" He replied. "But you can't be serious!" Peter whined, the pressure now to the point that it was becoming urgent. "Oh we're dead serious. You can either wet now, or wet later. But you're going in that diaper." Dan said and stormed down the hallway. Peter slammed his door and slumped down in the corner. He was going to hold it as long as he could. He sat there and tried to cross his legs, even though the bulk of the diaper made it difficult. Five minutes later, Beth opened the door and a delivery team followed her in with some boxes. Peter yelled from embarrassment and turned into the corner, trying to hide his diapers. "Don't worry, kid, we already know!" Chuckled one of the deliverymen. Peter stood in the corner, his hand desperately clutching at his penis, trying to hold it in, as the men assembled his crib. He started groaning and hopping up and down and in front of everybody, his bladder lost control and warm pee filled the front of the diaper. He stood there with a relaxed expression on his face and everybody began to giggle. As the warm wetness surrounded his penis and balls, he noticed how pleasurable the new sensation was and his dick once again sprang to attention. "There. Now it was silly to wait so long." Aunt Beth commented. She got up and squeezed the front of the diaper to check if it was soaked or not. It wasn't completely saturated, but she did notice his stiff member poking at the diaper fabric. "PETER! What did I tell you about erections! You're gonna get a spanking for that!" She yelled, causing the delivery men to chuckle loudly, and Peter to curl up in a little ball from humiliation. The men finished assembling the crib, and the adults left the room with Peter still crouched in the corner. He dreaded thinking about what was going to happen next. Part 2 A few minutes passed as Peter sat in the corner fearing his impending punishment tried desperately to get rid of the growing erection between his legs. Unfortunately for him, the more he thought about it, the harder he got. By the time the delivery men and Beth were climbing the stairs with another crate; his penis had swollen to its full length and was pulsing. Peter didn�t know why the thought of his wet diapers excited him so much. This was a level of stimulation that he had never achieved before. His building sexual arousal was cut short when his Aunt Beth stormed into the room. �On your feet you dirty boy!� She ordered. Peter slowly obliged. �Now, what didn�t you understand earlier about when I said you are not to get erections? We�ve had this talk before, little boy; you are not to play with yourself! So now you must be punished.� Aunt Beth said very matter-of-factly. She pulled down his plastic pants and began to carefully unpin his wet diapers. Beth slowly set them on the floor inside the plastic pants. Peter�s boner was poking in the air and was actually a deep red at the tip with quite a bit of pre-cum oozing from the hole. This only infuriated Beth further. The delivery men could not stifle their laughter anymore and it only added to Peter�s humiliation when they let loose a roar of hearty belly laughs. �See? They also think you are a dirty little boy. And your tiny penis, that�s also pretty funny to them. Your constant masturbation has stunted your growth, Peter. Just like I told you.� Aunt Beth said. Peter hung his head in shame. He didn�t really think jacking off four or five times a week was excessive, but she was making him feel like a dirty little pervert. �Anyways, turn around.� She said, Peter obliged, knowing what was coming next. Aunt Beth began pelting his already sore (and still bright red) bottom with the backside of a hairbrush. Peter yelped and cried. He attempted to cover his butt with his hands, but she just smacked them and hit around them. After twenty five or so whacks, he was hopping up and down and crying like a small child. It worked though; his hard on was almost completely diminished by the time she was done. Then she did the unthinkable. She had him lie on the ground and re- pinned his already soggy diapers. The cooled urine in them stung his raw behind and it was incredibly uncomfortable and quite painful. Then she pulled up his plastic pants. Peter laid there on the ground sobbing deeply. The whole situation had gone from humiliating to excruciating in a matter of seconds. The repair men were no longer laughing and he took notice of the new piece of furniture they were building. It appeared to be a changing table of some sort. Like a baby�s, only larger. Aunt Beth found what she was looking for and walked over and stuck a large pacifier in Peter�s mouth. Surprisingly to him, he took instant comfort in sucking it. Then she placed his hands in some stiff rubber mittens. He was unable to move them at all! �There! Now you can�t play with yourself, Peter. This ought to teach you a lesson or two in self-control!� She said. She reached down and took Peter by the hand and pulled him to his feet. �It�s getting to be lunch time. I�m sure you�re hungry.� Peter nodded. She escorted him downstairs and into the kitchen. He was surprised, although not greatly, by the fact that there was a large sized high-chair waiting. It was just a little higher than a regular chair, but it had a tray and straps all over for his hands and his feet. �Get into your new chair, baby, and don�t make a fuss or you�ll get ANOTHER spanking.� Aunt Beth ordered. Peter did as he was told. He was too emotionally exhausted to resist much at this point. Beth strapped his feet in, spread apart, and his arms down on the armrests. With a little effort she managed to slide the tray in place and went to the fridge to get him something to eat. �Besides your bottle, what do you want? You can either have turkey and vegetables with peach cobbler or you can have chicken and potatoes with stewed prunes.� She said. Peter spat out his pacifier and asked for the second option, as he hated peaches. Prunes weren�t much better, but at least they weren�t peaches. He was surprised to see his Aunt Beth pouring cans of baby food into a little bowl. �But Auntie Beth! Can�t I have REAL food?? That stuff looks disgusting!� He protested. �Say one more word and you�ll get your butt spanked again AND you�ll go without food for the rest of the day.� She said. He knew she meant it and resigned himself to eating the goo. It tasted horrible. It was cold and flavorless. And his Aunt was purposely smearing it all over his face! The stewed prunes were actually quite good, and much to his Aunt�s amusement, he ate about a whole cup�s worth. She knew it�d do a number on his bowels by the end of the evening. After he gagged down the last bites of his food, he was given a large sized bottle of warm milk. There was probably close to a half gallon of milk in the bottle and it took him forever to finish it. By the time he was done with lunch he had been strapped into the chair for about an hour and his Uncle Dan had finished unloading and assembling all of the boxes with the delivery men. They had left and now Peter was wondering what his new room looked like. Well, less wondering, more dreading. Finally his Aunt Beth wiped his face clean, let him out of the chair and told him to crawl into the living room. As he crawled his stomach rumbled from being so full, and he realized that he�d have to go poop fairly soon. When he opened the door to the living room, he noticed a large sized playpen with a cage on top and a door for an entrance. Knowing that that was where he was meant to go, he crawled inside. Aunt Beth followed and locked him in. �Shall I turn on the TV for you? You�ve got a minimum of three hours in here. You might as well take a nap at some point though. I�ll bring you in a bottle in about an hour if you�re awake.� She turned on the Disney channel, much to Peter�s disappointment, and left the room. Peter made himself comfortable with all the blankets inside and attempted to watch a dreadfully boring episode of Lizzy Maguire. It wasn�t an hour into his stay that he realized he needed to pee again from all that milk, and the pressure in his bowels was growing. His stomach was actually churning from all those prunes and he was getting more and more uncomfortable. �Dear God,� he thought. �Tell me she isn�t going to make me shit in these diapers! What the hell have I gotten myself into now?� He turned over on his side and tried to close his eyes. If he could just fall asleep, he wouldn�t have to worry about the current situation he was in.