Summary: Jeremy Quinn was bossed around his entire life by his parents. They totally controlled him, but they were just trying to help him out in the long run. Anyway, Jeremy soon becomes a rebel and begins purposely disobeying them. Then it all comes down on him when he realizes what his parents have been plotting for him to whip him back into shape, or rather, the shape he was in about 10 years prior. NOTE: IF you don't like the content of this story, I don't know how you found it. However, I am not forcing anything upon anyone so hit the back button to leave this. About me: I am a 14-year-old male that lives near Detroit. I have always wanted to be a smaller child since I was about 9, but especially affixed to diapers. I will never tell anyone, as no one would understand coming from a constrictive family, but I can put my feelings on virtual paper and share them, which helps me feel less alone. This is my first writing attempt, so please be nice in your judgment. This story can be distributed but not altered without my consent. Get it at [email protected] "Punishment of a Rebel" P A R T O N E - P R O L O U G E Jeremy Quinn was about 11 years old, going on twelve in a few days. He was about 4' 7" and weighed in at about 70 pounds, not making him a midget but certainly not the biggest in his class. He had a blonde buzz cut and constantly wore basketball and "TechDeck" clothes to be popular even though he had no interest in either. And popular he was, always doing the most inappropriate things at school to make his friends laugh. Finally, 6th grade was over and he would get some real respect, from his peers, and hopefully, from his parents. See, no matter how hard Jeremy tried, he just could not get them to treat him like a big boy. His mom still picked out his clothes, made him "play dates" (which freaked out many of the friends he had made on his own) and other things that would be expected of the parents of a 6-year-old. Jeremy also received babyish punishments such as spankings and timeout where he had to put his nose in the corner. Lately, Jeremy had been very defiant to his parents, doing things he knew would displease them, but not incur severe punishment. Mostly, Jeremy shot off a lot of "No!" and "Make me" at his parents, all of which were followed by a brief spanking or timeout. That didn't stop him though, and his parents began to think of a punishment that would, and they had to wait for Jeremy to make the first move before they could enact it. Jeremy made that move at a sleepover he had at his house with four friends. They were all playing GameCube in Jeremy's basement at about 3:00 am. "Man, I can't hear what the heck is going on, turn it up!" yelled Christopher, one of Jeremy's friends. "Yeah dude, I keep on dying because I can't hear it coming!" , yelled another. Jeremy was thinking about the consequences of turning the volume up on the TV. Sure, he was supposed to be in bed, and wasn't supposed to be playing an "M" rated game (Jeremy's parents only allowed him to play "E (Everyone) video games) and waking them up would not be a bonus. But...he could look like the definite rebel most 11 year old boys strive to be and do it in front of his friends. Jeremy chose the latter. "No problem guys," Jeremy said proudly as he reached for the remote and turned it up. Things went great and Jeremy was the hero for about 5 minutes, and then just as he and his friends started to forget about the defiance, the footsteps of doom loomed overhead. Jeremy grabbed the remote, flipped off the TV and GameCube and jumped behind the couch in the course of about 7 seconds. Jeremy's friends followed the lead. Jeremy could tell from the steps that it was his dad. His dad entered the basement and looked around. First clue, the TV was glowing from being on recently. He flipped on the lights. Second clue, the "M" rated game box on the floor. With a look of disgust Jeremy's dad picked up the box and put it on top of the TV. Third clue, about five bare boys' feet sticking out from various locations. "BOYS!!!!" bellowed the rather large man. All the feet flinched. "Jeremy, if I don't see you in front of me in 3 seconds I...well...I...GET OUT HERE!!", Mr. Quinn was not too sharp in the wee hours of the morning. One pair of feet began to move and Jeremy slithered out from behind the couch. He knew what was coming, but hoped that his dad would give him the dignity to spare it from happening in front of his friends, one of which was not that close to him anyway. "Drop em'", stated Mr. Quinn. This was not what Jeremy wanted to hear. Jeremy just stood there frozen not wanting to move. "I will say it one more time, drop your boxers." Jeremy still just stood there staring at his dad silently begging for mercy. To no avail, Mr. Quinn reached over and yanked his son's boxers down and picked him up, slung him over his knee, and spanked the living daylights out of him. Jeremy's sleepover fell apart. Jeremy was screaming, his dad was spanking him and his friends were just staring at his buttocks jiggling with each smack and the recoil of his body. After Mr. Quinn finished, the sobbing boy was placed in his bed, and the others went quickly to their sleeping bags, hoping to not face the same fate. All his friends were sent home first thing in the morning, all of which never wanted to return. Jeremy woke up to his dad shaking him. "We need to have a chat" was all that was said and Jeremy was left alone to get dressed and head downstairs. He grabbed his favorite "And One" shorts and muscle shirt and headed down. His parents were sitting there, arms crossed at the table with coffee. Jeremy's dad spoke first, "Jeremy, at one point in a father's life, his son stands up and challenges his authority. It happens in all families, in all animals even. It happened to me last night. And when this happens to a father, the father must put his son back in that son's place.". Jeremy thought it was just an explanation for the spanking, but he was wrong. Mr. Quinn continued, "We cannot have a rebel in the household, so it will stop here." Jeremy took his queue, "Yes sir, it won't happen again", which he thought was a lie. "You're right," answered Mrs. Quinn. Jeremy became nervous as he didn't know what they were talking about now. "What I am saying?" started Mr. Quinn, "is that quite bluntly we will be erasing the first number in your age.". Jeremy still wasn't getting the picture. "I don't get what your saying Dad" stated Jeremy. "Oh it's OK, honey," Mrs. Quinn stated in a babyish voice, "most two-year-olds don't". Jeremy turned whiter than Michael Jackson. P A R T T W O - B A C K T O T H E T O D D L E R "I am eleven Mom..." Jeremy told his mom, hoping she just made an odd error. "You were last night," started his dad, "but once you broke two rules at once, you proved that you cannot handle the life of an eleven year old, and so has your behavior recently. We are giving you the benefit of age of since you are so close to twelve, we are making you two instead of one.". Jeremy was thoroughly freaked out and in a state of disbelief. He didn't know what to do. "Let me explain so you can understand," started his mom, "Two year olds can barely walk, barely feed themselves, cannot play with complicated toys, only know a few words to say, and the biggest change for you is two-year-olds cannot control their peeing and pooping. This is a lot to remember so we will make sure that you only do what a toddler would.". That did it for Jeremy. He broke down and began crying. He began to speak and plead between sobs. "But...mom...I have...friends...and...they will hate me...and I can....change...and...IM SORRY!". "Sorry won't cut it this time, Jeremy," blurted Mr. Quinn, he continued, "Marj, give the little guy a bath while I go shopping for the things we discussed." "No problem, honey, I have them holding everything we need so it won't take that long", answered Mrs. Quinn. "Cool, just make sure you get rid of all of the things from his eleven-year-old life to save time. I'll be back in 1 hour, I want him ready for diapering and dressing once I get back," Mr. Quinn added as he grabbed his keys and headed out the door. Jeremy had little time to enjoy his last moments of big-boyness and his mom promptly pulled down his pants and boxers and pulled off his shirt, leaving him nude before her for the first time in a while. Without a word, she picked him up and carried him upstairs and started the bath. Once the water was warm enough she placed him in and carefully began scrubbing his body, head to toe, constantly removing Jeremy's hands from his privates. Jeremy had now been crying softly for about 20 minutes, and the bath was about over. She pulled him out, dried him off, and led him, still nude, to his room where he was placed in the corner and told not to move. For some reason, he listened. Maybe he lived in fear of any punishment from his parents now, like younger children do. His mom began putting all of the shirts, pants, shorts, boxers and even a few tightie whites into bags, labeled "Purple Heart", a goodwill organization that takes the bags from homes for tax write-offs. "Mom, why are you giving all my clothes away? This has to end when school starts!" Jeremy cried. "Oh don't worry honey, Mommy and Daddy bought new clothes for you! And by the time we let you into what an 11-year-old wears, you wouldn't fit into these" replied Mrs. Quinn. Jeremy began sobbing again. He had so many questions. Would he wear diapers to school? What would happen if he pooped there? What would his friends think? What do his new clothes look like? How long will he be like this? He didn't ask any of them, as he was caught up in his sobbing. About the same time as the bags were full, he heard a car door slam outside and the sound of his dad entering. His dad entered the room with five white plastic bags with various things inside. Jeremy couldn't make them out. His dad pulled them out slowly and set them so Jeremy could see them. First, was a pack of baby wipes. Next, powder and oil. Finally, a pack of diapers, an off brand, but they had a picture of a kid that looked his age smiling and wearing them. "This is only bag one of about 10, we put all your diaper supplies in here. Shall we begin big guy?", Jeremy's father asked. Jeremy said nothing, and even if he did it wouldn't have mattered. Mrs. Quinn picked up her son, and laid him out flat on the floor, holding his arms. Mr. Quinn then quickly spread his legs and sprinkled powder over his crotch and began rubbing it in. He then grabbed a plastic mat out of one of the other bags and lifted Jeremy's butt and legs up by the ankles, and slipped the mat under him. While his lower body was in the air, Jeremy's dad pushed his son's knees toward his chest, which left his butt exposed and upright. He applied powder and rubbed it in, also getting inside Jeremy's butt crack. Mr. Quinn reached back and grabbed a box too quickly for Jeremy to see and opened it out of his son's vision area. He grabbed two suppositories and shoved them in his son's rectum, using his index finger to push them up a little farther, causing Jeremy to squeak. "Oh, it's just something to help you be more like a toddler, that's all", Mr. Quinn informed. He let his sons legs go, and grabbed a diaper. He slid it under his son, and pulled it through his legs and taped it up tight. Jeremy thought it was over, but his mom then produced a pair of overalls, with custom snaps in the crotch. Jeremy was lifted up, and placed into them, and they were buttoned up. He was not given a shirt. "Well, that is that for now" stated Mr. Quinn. "No, not quite," Mrs. Quinn chirped in, "you put it together Joe and I will feed him." "Oh, ok, but make sure to use the pump, we can't give him that privilege yet." Mr. Quinn answered. Jeremy had no idea what they were talking about. Jeremy's mom grabbed him and led him downstairs by his hand. They passed a mirror and Jeremy looked in horror as he saw himself clad in denim overalls with a bulge in the crotch and butt. He was soon placed in a high chair, just his size, and was strapped in. He could not move, no matter how hard he fidgeted.. His mom grabbed a large pacifier looking thing, and strapped it onto his head. She then connected a tube to the other size of it and connected that to a box that was plugged in with a bag attached. She flipped a switch on the bag and the nipple inside Jeremy's mouth began to enlarge, eventually secreting a foul-tasting goo. He had no choice but to swallow. He wondered where his parents bought all this stuff. The force feeding was most unpleasant for him, and he hoped it wouldn't become a daily ritual. Soon, the whole bag was done, and a lot of the goo was on Jeremy's face. Jeremy had never been so full, and he was tired. Little did Jeremy know, a sleeping pill, and a pill that weakens the bladder were both put in the goo. "Ok honey, your done!" Mrs. Quinn said with a smile. Jeremy was led upstairs to his room, were his dad was putting the finishing touches on his new crib, complete with a locking top. Jeremy thought about running but decided against it. He was now thoroughly angry at his parents. "They've gone too far," Jeremy said quietly. He was getting really pissed off. Jeremy was dumped in, and the top was locked. "We will back in a while to wake you from nap-nap time." Mr. Quinn said cheerily. Jeremy started getting up courage to say something he didn't mean. "I hate you, I hope you die, I want you to burn," Jeremy said in a deep voice, not really knowing what he had hoped to accomplish by saying that. "Oh, don't be a crumbbum Jeremy, but we can't have you talk that way." Mrs. Quinn said, as she produced a pacifier with straps to put on her son. She opened the top, put it on, and Jeremy was silenced. "And you will be spanked for that, with the belt. Wait till your next didee change, and you will be one sorry little boy." Both of his parents exited. Jeremy's mind was full of confusion. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't talk, couldn't leave his bed, and couldn't relive the building urge to pee. He just started crying, even though he really couldn't that well because of the pacifier. Jeremy almost fell asleep, but he soon began to have the worst stomach cramps ever. He began moaning and squirming and he tried to make them go away. He did not want to mess. He would be belted sooner, and humiliated. Soon, he began sweating and the moaning became worse. He drove his head into the sweet smelling sheets of the crib and tried to hold it. Pinching his cheeks together was failing, he had no choice. He lifted his diaper into the air, and grabbed the rails of the crib with his little sweaty hands. His little rectum could not hold it, so he let go. The most poop he ever felt dumped into his diaper, accompanied by large farts, and more moaning. He dumped full speed for about 60 seconds. The poop filled the back of his diaper, and moved its way to the front squishing around his balls. Then came the smell, oh the smell. It was the worst thing Jeremy had ever smelt in his young life. Then his small penis began flowing, dumping a good amount of pee in. Little did he know, his parents were enjoying themselves, listening on the baby monitor Jeremy did know was there. Jeremy was no alone, sweating, with the back of his diaper about triple the original size. Jeremy tired to move around a bit, but every time he did, the poop in the back of his diaper shifted and oozed a little farther toward his penis and balls. His parents had given him a little time to enjoy the enormous shit he had just taken, but soon his dad entered the room and began to play dumb. "Oh, is that smell in here poo-poo? Did my little boy make poo in his pants?", asked Jeremy's dad. Jeremy gave him a cold stare. Mr. Quinn lifted Jeremy out of the crib after opening the top. He held Jeremy high and sniffed the back of his overalls, as if it we' rent already obvious. "Well, we have to get this cleaned up!" added Mr. Quinn. He placed Jeremy on the floor, undoing his snaps in the crotch. His dad was methodical, but was in no hurry as he used about 14 wipes to clean his sons butt, being very thorough and embarrassing Jeremy by going "in" a bit as he wiped. It was at this time, one of Jeremy's secrets "popped" out for the first time. His dad began wiping his crotch, which incurred a hard on by Jeremy. He had been getting them recently, but had not known what it was all about. All his dad did was frown briefly, and continued. Up, down, up down, the wipes seemed to go on forever as his diaper area was cleaned little by little. All Jeremy could do was staring at the ceiling as his father wiped his most private areas. Soon, it was over, and Mr. Quinn grabbed another diaper from Jeremy's dresser. He was quick in putting it back on, and snapping up the crotch of Jeremy's overalls. "Oh my, I almost forgot!" Mr. Quinn said as he almost let Jeremy go, "You said a very naughty thing to your Mommy and Daddy. We take care of you. You shouldn't say such bad things, and its time for you to receive the consequences. The thought hadn't entered Jeremy's mind. His diaper was immediately removed again, and Mr. Quinn was careful not to ruin it as while the diapers were generic, they still were not cheap. Jeremy's daddy pulled off his own belt, laid the limp Jeremy across his lap, and began. WHACK! Jeremy sobbed uncontrollably. WHACK! Jeremy blubbered inaudible words, but Mr. Quinn could make out "Please, I'm sorry, stop!". This gave him an idea. "Ok, Jeremy, each time I whip you, say 'I'm a bad boy and from now on I will respect my Mommy and Daddy.'. Ok?", Mr. Quinn asked. Jeremy didn't respond, so he began again. WHACK! "I'm a bad boy and from now on I will respect my Mommy and Daddy.", blubbered Jeremy. His buttocks burned with each swak and he held on to his dad's legs for dear life. WHACK! The process continued for about thirty whacks, which left Jeremy screaming and his butt burning like it never had before. He wanted to just be a good boy now. His dad was not finished though. He grabbed another two suppositories and inserted them into his son's rectum. Mr. Quinn rediapered his son, but took off the overalls and cradled him in a rocking chair. Jeremy soon began to get severe cramps. Mr. Quinn noticed this and held him tighter to let Jeremy know he wasn't going anywhere. Mr. Quinn whispered, "Let it come" quietly, and soothingly to his son. He also began slowly and rhythmically patting Jeremy's butt. All of Jeremy's emotions boiled over, and poop began pouring from his little rectum into the diaper, feeling sticky and warm against his little butt. Mr. Quinn didn't budge, and still sat there cradling his son in a soiled diaper for the last time in 10 years. They sat there, in his room, for another half hour, until Jeremy fell asleep, which is when his diaper was silently changed, and he was placed into his crib. Joe Quinn enjoyed what he had just done, sans the whipping. Little did Joe know, Jeremy would be back to his old ways soon, but little did Jeremy know, his parents were no where near playing all their cards... P A R T T H R E E - W O R S T C A S E S C E N A R I O ... I S ' N T I T? NOTE: For those who noticed, I changed the title of Part Three. Just a change in the idea process, that's all. Update: Part three picks up where Part two left off. Here is a little background that will help with part three. Matthew Jones lives across the street, and over one. He is almost one year older than Jeremy, turning 13 two days after Jeremy turns 12. Jeremy and Matt have been friends for their whole lives, through thick and thin. Matthew has had a keen interest in diapers and babying since he was 6 or 7, but has never had a chance to do anything about his feelings. His ideas come on stronger than ever when he receives a phone call from Mrs. Quinn about a job... Jeremy woke up, staring at his ceiling through bars. He was disoriented at first, but soon he realized what happened. Jeremy finally had some time to think. He spoke quietly as to not wake his parents. "Well Jeremy, here you are. Let's think this out. School starts August 26th, 5 days from now. Wow, it really snuck up on me. Anyway, Mom and Dad have to end this by then. I'm sure they really didn't give all my clothes to charity. Anyway, I wear a diaper for a couple days, all I have to do is piss myself, and everything's back to normal. I mean, they both work. Even if they did make me wear diapers after school starts, which they won't, they would have no way of making me wear them until they both come home at 6:30.", Jeremy said, still thinking. His parents ran a very successful Gift Shop in the downtown area. They took quite a while to get home. Jeremy was supposed to do summer work there, but took items from there and gave them to his friends. Just as Jeremy was sure he had his parents figured out, the doorbell rang. Jeremy's room was on the second floor, by the balcony that overlooked the foyer so he could here the conversation below. "Oh, Matthew!", Mrs. Quinn greeted. Matthew was Jeremy's best friend. Fortunately, Matthew wasn't there for the fateful sleep over to see the spanking episode. Jeremy thought he just came to see him and hang out, but he was in no condition for visitors. "Hi Miss Quinn!" Matthew responded cheerfully, "You called me about a 30 dollar a day job?" Jeremy damn near messed himself right there. "Yes, we discussed the situation over the phone, I'm glad you came." Jeremy was beginning to see that his parents were about to humiliate him, completely. "See, we need someone to change Jeremy's diapers during school days, and watch him to make sure he behaves himself until we get home." Jeremy began crying. "Yeah, sure Miss Quinn. My parents work out in Belleville and don't get home until after you.", Matthew informed. Matthew was almost identical to Jeremy, but looked even younger and had dark blonde hair and, as well as a slight perpetual tan. "Well, your duties include; diaper changing, supervision and punishment, which includes spanking, belting, enemas, and anything you see fit at all. You have COMPLETE AUTHORITY. As long as Jeremy lives, and you have a shadow of a reason, it is a fine punishment. We will not do anything to stop you. Your pay will be $30 a day. Mr. Quinn and I will be going on a much needed trip to Virginia Beach soon, and you will watch Jeremy for $60 a day for those four days. Your parents have been notified and are totally ok with everything. Oh, and as for school, we have arranged a sort of cover. All of your teachers know about Jeremy's diapers but they will tell students you will be late because of a community service project you do by helping out by carrying things for janitors, should your friends grow suspicious. Are you OK with everything?" "Oh yeah, me and Jeremy are gonna have a great time!", Matt said, in a slightly devious tone. Mrs. Quinn liked it, and said nothing. "Well, go ahead and get started. Mr. Quinn and I are going to our store for inventory today, 50 bucks for watching him until 10:00 pm. Later Matthew.", she said as she got in the Quinn family Explorer. Jeremy began bawling. His life was officially over. "Oh, Jeremy your awake?", Matthew said as he rushed upstairs. Jeremy hid under his covers, until he realized they were far too small, so he gave up. "WOW!" exclaimed Matthew, "THAT IS SO COOL!". Jeremy was shocked. "What?", Jeremy asked. "Diapers. I always wanted to wear one. Why do you think I took this job? My whole life, and finally now I can. Wow." Jeremy was bothered by what he heard. He kinda liked wearing diapers, it gave him a deep, primitive sense of security knowing that he was dependant on someone. But, still in 12-year-old coolness mode, he wouldn't show it. "You're a perv." was all Jeremy said. "Naughty, naughty Jeremy. We'll find out if you like diapers the next time I change you." Jeremy would have none of this and tried to get up, only to realize that the arms and legs of his sleeper had no ends, and were sewn to his body. Matt opened the crib, and proceeded to open the snaps in Jeremy's crotch. He pulled the back of Jeremy's diaper back, exposing his butt. "Hmm...you haven't poo pooed yet. Maybe the little boy is holding back." Jeremy knew he had to shit, but wouldn't let Matt know and certainly didn't want to be changed by his former (now) best friend. "We can fix that," said Matt as he dug in his pockets producing a couple of those poop pills Mr. Quinn had been shoving up Jeremy's ass. Matt grabbed a couple, and used his little index finger to push them into Jeremy's ass. Matt got a little hard from doing this. "You F****in F***in BASTARD!!!!" Jeremy screamed. Matt would have none of it, as he strapped on one of Jeremy's pacifiers. "There, there," cooed Matt. Jeremy and Matt just exchanged stares for about five minutes. Their staring contest ended quickly, as Jeremy began getting those all too familiar cramps. He could put up little resistance, actually less than before. It all came at once, with a kind of 'plop' sound. Jeremy was running out of poop to force out. At the same time, he also dumped quite the amount of pee in, which seeped between his legs, spreading around his crotch, and slowly creeping up his butt. Jeremy realized he had just pooped and peed himself in front of his best friend. Matt looked satisfied, and left the room. Jeremy just stayed there, feeling the sticky sloshing between his legs with every movement he made. Before he could enter any deep thought, Matt returned. "Okie Dokie,", started Matt, "I need to feed you, then I need to punish you for that bad language. I think a spanking should do the trick. Oh, and maybe we will take a walk over to the club house." The club house was the shoddy wooden house that the local kids made their own. No one in Holmes, Nebraska really cared about it. Anyway, all the kids gathered there to play their games and such. The kids had a lot of politics there. 15-year-old Leon Dresari ruled the neighborhood with an iron fist, playing King Solomon. He decided who was in, and who was thrust into obscurity as an outcast. Jeremy knew if he walked there, in a diaper, Leon would have a field day. Leon and Jeremy never got along, two extroverts. While they both worshiped the dilapidated house and it had strong meaning to them, they had their own followings. Jeremy had the 6th to 8th graders behind him, but Leon had the High Schoolers. The recent development though, would ruin everything Jeremy had going for him. (Sorry for the history guys, but hey, it makes the story better) "Oh, Jeremy! You don't want to go to the club house today?", Matt asked. Jeremy shook his had no about 27 times. "Oh, that's ok. I can deal with it.", Matt said, but he picked up the phone. Jeremy was instantly nervous. "Hi, can I speak to Leon, Miss Dresari?", Matt asked smiling. Jeremy begged silently. "Hey Leon, what's up! Uh huh. Uh huh. Ok. Yeah, anyway, you'll never guess what. Oh yeah! Yup, the thing I told you about yesterday. Its true! You have the stuff right? Ok, see you in 5!", Matt hung up. Before Jeremy could even do anything, the doorbell rang. It was Leon. Note: Sorry guys, but I was busy this week, and Part 3 needed to be information to set up a VERY GOOD Part 4. Next week, I should have more time to write, and with Jeremy at the mercy of Matt and Leon for a weekend (we find out that the Quinns have a family emergency) things will get very interesting. *Oh, and BTW, I am straight so "you" can stop emailing me.* (Not meant towards everyone but one guy) P A R T F O U R - T H E W E E K E N D F R O M H E L L Coming soon...