Wet and Messy

Summary: Tony struggles with the stresses of growing up, and his body 
starts turns against him, causing him to wet the bed. When the problem 
doesn't go away his mother diapers him, "Just until it stops", but they 
both start to like the roles that the diapers put them in. Tony 
realizes that he enjoys wearing his diapers, and his mother falls in 
love with the idea of having her baby boy back...the question is what 
lengths will she go to, to keep him that way?

	Tony was 15; he had always been small for his age, very light and 
standing only 4'9". Everyone mocked him daily and he hated it, but he 
could have never been ready for what was coming.
	It was the first month of freshmen year, still on his summer 
schedule it was hard waking up on time, but when he woke up this 
morning he had an even worse set back. He grumbled and rolled over into 
a puddle. He had wet before, but not in years...he didn't know what to 
do. So he told his mom he thought he was sick and wanted to stay home, 
but she told him he was "crazy if he thought he was getting any days 
off during the first month of school". She threw his sheets in the wash 
and left for work. Other than that the day was like any other, he slept 
through most his classes and dealt with constant whispers behind him 
while awake.
	By Thursday Tony was starting to get stressed out...to much 
homework, he hated doing it so he was already behind. All the stress 
must have been getting to him because he woke up to a wet bed everyday 
that week. On Monday his mom went to the grocery store, and came home 
with the usual $200 worth of food, but among it all was a jumbo pack of 
Goodnites.
	It was horrible; she informed him she was sick of washing all his 
sheets, so he would have to wear the Goodnites to bed until he got 
better. The first couple of nights were hard to get used to, she was 
making sure he put one on every night. By Wednesday he was wearing two 
or three because one would leak if he had a big accident.
	Friday Tony woke up dry and thought he was getting better. He was 
so excited, he ran downstairs to catch his mom before she left and as 
he began to tell her it was over, but he noticed she was staring at him 
blankly. As she looked down at the white cloth turning yellow, he 
followed her glare and realized what had happened.
	Scared he rushed to clean up and get on the bus, but that day at 
school during third block he was trying to wait until lunch to go the 
bathroom and as he was walking there he lost control again. The nurse 
called his mother at work; she left early and brought him home.
	He was taken to his room and told to strip. Then she walked him 
into the bathroom and told him to shave all the hair off, anything his 
boxers would cover was to be shaved smooth. When he was done she took 
him back to his room and told him to lie down on his bed, when he 
didn�t she took him over her knee and spanked him until he finally 
broke down and cried. She looked at him and said, �You are going to 
wear Goodnights all the time from now on!�
	Saturday morning he had two new Goodnights put on him, his mom 
told him he had to keep them on under his clothes all day or else. She 
made breakfast and slipped some laxative in his pancake batter. She 
decided if he was going to be a big baby, she would treat him like one. 
He ate fast and thought about what he had planned today. First off 
Saturday is grocery day which meant he was going to the store today, 
but luckily the extra bulk didn�t show very easily through his baggy 
pants.
	As they walked into the store Tony lost control and soaked both 
Goodnites. Nervously he tried to act as though he hadn�t just wet 
himself, but his Mother could tell by the disgusted look on his face. 
They were almost done when his Mom turned down an aisle Tony had never 
been down before, and when he read the sign, �Aisle 12, infant needs�, 
he shot a look of fury in her direction. She went slow reading the 
labels and grabbed an extra large package of Pampers size 6, a changing 
pad, baby wipes and powder. There was no line at the check-out, which 
was good because he didn�t want anyone he knew to see him or 
his�diapers. When they got to the van she asked if he was wet, the 
answer was of course, �yes�. She told him to lie in the back seat of 
the van, so she could change him. Tony replied with a quick, �Here! No 
way�, but after the look he shot him he knew things would get a lot 
worse if he didn�t do it. After removing his pants and Goodnites she 
replaced them with a diaper from the new package. The diaper was larger 
than the two Goodnites combined and an inch or two of it showed above 
the waist of his pants, but Tony was relieved that it remained just 
barely hidden beneath his long shirt.
	About half way to their next stop, the bank, Tony suddenly had to 
go to the bathroom. He asked his Mom if they could stop somewhere for 
him to �go� and she said, �Just go, your diaper can handle it, I�ll 
clean you up later�. He refused to poop in his diaper like a little 
baby and held it. The urge resided, but while they were in line at the 
bank he felt the pressure building again. This time the laxatives did 
there job, loud shots of poop forcefully made their way out into his 
pampers. His pants sagged low and the smell lingered, a little girl in 
line behind him looked up her mother and said, �look mommy that boy 
pooped his pants�. Submission came to his face and she knew that had 
done the trick, he had become a baby all over again.
	On the way back to the car he asked her to change him, but she 
told him he could wait until they got home. Jumping into the front seat 
as usual, he accidentally spread the poop all over his butt and up into 
his crotch. When he realized what he had just done his face blushed. At 
home she put down the changing pad in his room and changed him into a 
fresh diaper. First she took off his old one and wiped his butt clean. 
Then she applied the baby powder and last pulled a new diaper out of 
the big blue package and slipped it on him, securing the tape. Lunch 
time rolled around and she fed Tony a hamburger, apple juice with 
bladder weakener and two laxative-filled brownies. Later that 
afternoon, Tony sat playing a computer game and he felt the pressure to 
poop building up again. He held it for about an hour and then it 
started to become unbearable. Without warning soft poop filled the 
whole rear of his diaper. He felt the wet load press firmly against his 
butt. Then something Tony didn't expect happened, he started to pee and 
couldn�t stop peeing until even the outer layer was soaked. He went 
into the living room to watch TV and sat down on his knees trying not 
to squash the mess. She told him to go carry in the other grocery bags 
he had forgotten. �In my pampers?� she glared and said, "If you don�t 
go get those bags you aren�t watching TV all week!� With that he peeked 
out the front-door to make sure the coast was clear and ran out to get 
the bags. He had forgotten to be careful and as soon as he walked in 
she saw his saggy diaper. She pretended not to smell it and told him to 
go sit down for dinner, she�d check him later.
	Tony sat down slow and felt the warm mess cover his butt and 
spread all over his legs and balls. Just when he was settled she looked 
at him funny, laughed and said, "You better set the table first". He 
did, but this also meant he had to sit down all over again, he felt 
dirty, but oddly, he liked it....since she didn�t know.
	Monday Tony woke up, got a diaper change, and went to school. 
Right after lunch he was sitting in Math and had to poop, he thought 
about it and remembered how good it felt when he pooped and his mom 
didn�t know. Leaning forward just slightly he felt loose stools mix 
with urine and fill his diaper. It had made a long squirting noise 
followed by a short wet fart, but no one really noticed. To make sure 
it didn�t stink to bad he sat on his knees. That way it never got 
mashed between his butt and the chair. Somehow he made it to the bus, 
he even pooped again during last block some more. When he got on the 
bus he forgot and sat right down. Some gas escaped and the diaper stuck 
right to him. Tony blushed as the smell started to fill the bus and it 
leaked a little into his pants, leaving a small brown stain on the 
back. If the windows hadn�t been down everyone would have found out.
	The next day went a lot like Monday, except when he got home him 
mom asked him to come into the living room and sit down. As he walked 
there he noticed a high chair in the kitchen and a big baby bottle on 
the counter�He had pooped again and had to sit on the floor. Since "he 
seemed to like using diapers so much, he would wear diapers all day 
long from now on". Tony was to be treated just like a baby from now on 
at home and at school. He wasn�t allowed to change himself or feed 
himself. �I have called the school and informed them of your newly 
discovered control problem, but no one there will change you. So you�ll 
have to wait until you get home for that. Basically if you don�t want 
anyone to know, then you need to stop having accidents at school.� The 
worst part was even if he wanted to Tony couldn�t stop, he had tried.
	Wednesday Tony woke up at 6:00 so that his �mommy� could change 
him before he went to school. He held it all day, but during last block 
he had to go the bathroom bad. His teacher told him he wasn't allowed 
hall passes anymore. So he went out to get a drink instead, she watched 
him from her desk. It was awkward, but he bent over the water fountain 
and let himself fill his diapers, front and back. The rear sagged, and 
in an effort to hide it he un-tucked his shirt. Just as he walked into 
the room he dropped his pencil and as he bent over his shirt lifted, 
making the padding and large mess very apparent. It took him a second 
to realize why people were staring. He sat down fast before anyone 
could ask questions, but Mrs. Sa saw him sitting on his knees and asked 
him to sit proper. As his butt lowered onto the seat his stools spread 
and the smell started to linger. The stench was blamed on Jimmy the kid 
that sits behind Tony. He was usually the culprit that passed gas 
during class. Apparently the bulk people had seen in Tony�s pants had 
been brushed off as something else. Surely a 15 year old wasn�t still 
in diapers, was he?
	To avoid the bus he walked home, it wasn�t far, the bus was just 
more convenient. When he came through the door new rules where clearly 
posted and the first rule was �Baby Tony is not allowed to wear pants 
at home�. At first he paid no attention and yelled for his mom to tell 
her he needed a change, but when she came downstairs and saw him with 
pants on she was very mad he had not followed the rules. She asked if 
he had read them and when he said he had she immediately bent him over 
and pushed his mess right up into his crotch with a long spanking. Then 
she took him up stairs and put 3 more diapers on him. It was so bulky 
he had to crawl. Crying he asked again to be changed and she shot him a 
stare that told him he was keeping his diapers on for a while. Also as 
punishment he had to wear two diapers to school the next day.
	After wearing the diapers all night long he was glad to get 
changed, but wearing two made it hard to hide his diapers, even under 
his baggy clothes. At lunch he was glad to find a note and two brownies 
stuffed in his bag. It said, �I�m sorry about yesterday honey I made 
brownies, please don�t eat both today�, which he did. Last block rolled 
around and he was holding it again, but today as soon as he stood up 
the brownies kicked in. The kids around him heard a long wet fart a 
watched as the rear of Tony�s pants bulged and sagged. It was obvious 
he had just pooped in his pants, kids laughed and pointed, but worst of 
all when he went to the nurse she told him she wasn�t allowed to change 
him. He was sent back to class in his saggy diaper. On the way there he 
could still feel himself releasing the lasts of the mess.
	Word spread fast, not that it was hard to tell by the smell, but 
by the end of the day he had acquired a new nick name, Baby-boy. When 
he told his mother she had no compassion and replied with, �You like 
it, you can�t fool me, you love pooping�as long as you think no one 
knows�. It was true, and his face blushed and his eyes started to well 
up. She looked into his tear filled eyes, �Tony you�re a big baby, 
that�s ok, I am your mommy and I will care for you, but you can fight 
what you are. People will get over it. Now do you need a change?� He 
shook his head no and waddled off to the computer in his dirty diaper.
	When he sat down he felt the mess spread again and alone in his 
chair, he loved that feeling, but was scared to admit it to even 
himself. As he signed onto Goodnites message board to post today�s 
events he thought, �I am a baby�.and she is my mommy. They will tease 
me forever now, but I love my diapers!� Time pasted, and although a 
comment was made every once in a while to him at school Tony grew to be 
ok with wearing his diapers in public. In fact some people never said 
anything about it, they treated him the same as they had before.
	About two months after the accident that gave him his nickname 
his mother transferred him into cloth nappies, as they were cheaper and 
easier. Besides he didn�t have to worry too much about the bulk of his 
diapers now that everyone knew. He wore four soft nappies pinned 
together at home and three to school. The nappies were much thicker 
than his old disposables. He did not mind, as the nappies were much 
more comfortable and they had Cookie Monster prints on them. The 
plastic pants that went with them announced his passing from one class 
to the next, loud and clear. You could make out the rubbing of thick 
plastic upon itself with every step. His new diet of baby food, apple 
juice, and laxatives made for at least two very large messes a day. At 
first he would leave the classroom to fill his nappies, but soon he 
found himself wet and messy, without remembering even doing so�.

(To be continued)

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