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) Thank you, I hope you and others enjoy it. I�ll have some more soon...