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.

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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.