| Title:
| Baby Simon
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| Name:
| Simon
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| Email:
| not given
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| Gender:
| Male
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| Current Age:
| 14
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| Whom Story is About:
| Myself
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| Posting Date:
| 09/20/09
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| Life Periods in Story:
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| Post-toddler |
| | Preteen |
| | Teen |
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| Ages in Story:
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| 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18+ |
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| Story Contents:
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| A- Post-toddler (4-8)* | | R- Sisters, other girls* |
| | B- Pre-teen (9-12)* | | S- Babysitters |
| | C- Teen (13-17) | | T- Masturbation |
| | D- Adult (18+) | | U- Sexual situations |
| | E- Cloth diapers* | | V- Gay |
| | F- Disposable diapers | | W- Erections |
| | G- Pee | | X- Bedwetting |
| | H- Poop* | | Y- Accidents |
| | I- Exposed diapers/pantslessness* | | Z- Punishment/Diaper Discipline |
| | J- Multiple diapers* | | 1- Female Domination* |
| | K- Baby paraphernalia | | 2- Enemas |
| | L- Mother | | 3- Restraints |
| | M- Father | | 4- Crying |
| | N- Aunt | | 5- Spanking |
| | O- Uncle | | 6- Humiliation |
| | P- Brothers (diapered) | | 7- Babying |
| | Q- Brothers (not diapered) | | 8- Regression |
| | *Denotes Deekerian story elements
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| Summary:
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Back in nappies for wetting.
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| Deekerian Score (20 is max.)
[?]:
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0 (0%)
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This is my true account of my life over the last year. I am now 14
years old and back in nappies and plastic pants day and night.
It all started back when I was 13. I had few accidents at night and
three or four times during the day. Mum was good about to begin with
and told me not to worry. She was taking me to the doctor after school.
He told her nothing was medically wrong and I would grow out of it. Mum
changed and this point and decided it was laziness and warned me in
future she would be checking me regularly and very next time I wet
myself or wet the bed I would be back in nappies.
The next day was Friday. I went off to school and the day went fine. On
the way home I needed to go and tried to hold in, but could hold no
longer and wet myself. I got indoors. It must have been written all
over my face. Mum called me into the bathroom. She felt the front of my
trousers.
�Oh, wet again I see? Well, I told what would happen if you did this
again. Now get out of those wet things.�
She then put on a disposable nappy and taped it in place. I did look
stupid and it felt bulky. I was then told to go and sit on the chair in
the hall, known in this house as the time-out chair. I sat there for an
hour or so and Dad came in from work.
�Oh, I see the baby wet himself again.�
Then he called me in the lounge and told me sit and listen carefully:
�You will now wear your nappy and plastic pants day and night until you
are dry for a month. Your mother or I will change you each morning
before a meal before you go out and then again when you come home and
again at bedtime. At other times we will change you as we see the need
or if you tell us you are wet. Each time you wet you will spend time on
the time out chair or be spanked or both. If you create throw tantrums
or refuse to be changed you get the same. If you go to sleepovers or go
out for more than 3 hours you will take a nappy bag with supplies and
an adult will be appointed to change you. You will also being washing
all your own wet and soiled nappies and clothes that you wet. Do I make
myself clear?�
�Yes, dad.� I answered.
�Now lie down there on floor and lift up your legs.�
As I did Mum slipped a towel under my bottom and undid the tapes on the
nappy and removed it. It was still dry. She then pinned a cloth terry
nappy on me and pulled up a pair of plastic pants and tucked all the
nappy into them. I was then told to go and put my pyjmas on. That is
when I answered back and said, �You can�t make me do this or wear
these!�
Dad grabbed me and pulled me over his lap and I got 4 whacks on my
legs.
�I warned you, boy, what would happen! Now do as you are told and when
you have your pyjmas on you can go and sit on the hall chair until
dinner.�
I obeyed. That spanking hurt and I didn�t want any more. After dinner I
had to wash my school trousers and underpants. Then we watched TV until
9pm and Mum said, �time to get you ready for bed, come here.� After
checking my nappy was still dry I was sent to bed.
I woke on Saturday morning to Mum pulling back the bed clothes.
�Well, at least the bed is dry; that�s something. Now, let�s have a
look at you. Lift your legs.�
She pulled my pyjmas down and took them off. Then she took off the
plastic pants and saw the wet nappy and removed it.
�Go and shower and come back here.�
I came back after showering and Mum put another nappy on me and pinned
it in place and then the plastic pants.
�Get dressed now,� she said, �and don�t wear jeans; You put tracksuit
bottoms on. We are going out after breakfast and we need to make nappy
changing as easy as possible.�
After breakfast I did my chores and washed last night�s wet nappy. Mum
told me to go up to the linen cupboard and get six nappies two pairs of
plastic pants and packet of nappy pins. I got all things and Mum packed
them into a back pack and gave it to me
�Make sure you have that with you all day,� Dad announced he was ready
to go, so Mum pulled me in front of her and pulled my trousers down to
my knees and checked my nappy.
�Dry,� she said. �That�s good. Now, do you want the toilet before we
go?�
�No,� I answered. �I am fine.�
After redressing me we left. We drove to the city, about an hour�s
drive away. Once parked, we got out and went into the shopping mall.
First stop was a clothing shop. Mum picked up school trousers for me
and told me to choose a casual pair for out of school. Then over to
changing rooms to try them on.
The woman said, �Are you sure these are big enough? He looks large
around that area.�
Mother replied, �He looks larger because he has a nappy on.�
The assistant said, �We can have him put these on. Unless he is clean
and dry, you will have to check his nappy first. The toilet�s over
there.�
Mum checked my nappy, which was dry, and tried the trousers on; they
were fine. After few more shops we stopped for a drink. Dad said, �I
can smell something. Is it you, boy? Come with me,� Dad said. We went
into the toilets. Dad pulled my trousers down and then the plastic
pants.
�You are soaked.� He changed and pulled my trousers back up. After
finishing our drinks we did a bit shopping, and then went back to the
car. Mum checked my nappy and we drove home. Once indoors Mum ordered
me to go and wash the soiled nappy. Dad called me into the front room
and said, �For wetting while we were out you going to be smacked; now
come here.�
He pulled my trousers down and told me to bend over. I got two whacks
with the ruler. The evening was uneventful and at bed time I was
checked again and was still dry.
I was awakened around 11:30pm by Mum, who got me out of bed and took me
to bathroom and removed my nappy and plastic pants.
�Now go to the toilet,� she said. I sat on the toilet and eventually
Mum put the nappy back on with the plastic pants and sent me back to
bed.
Next morning after being changed and spanked again for being wet I was
told to get dressed.
�We are going to your nan's for lunch today.�
After breakfast we got into the car and drove to Nan's house and sat,
talking for bit. Mum took me upstairs for a nappy change before lunch.
I was still dry. After lunch we went for walk to the seafront and had
ice cream. When we got back to nan�s house Mum checked my nappy again
and it was wet, so I changed and spanked.
Nan asked why I was crying. I told I had been spanked and she asked
why; I didn�t answer, but Dad explained it all to her. I was so
embarrassed. Nan told me not worry about it; she wouldn�t tell anyone.
Next morning was Monday morning. Mum put me in pull-up training pants
for school and told me if they leak I would have to wear the plastic
pants as well and if that still leaked I would have to wear cloth
nappies instead of pull-ups.
I came home wet and they had leaked. After being changed and washing
all the soiled nappies and school trousers I had to go on the time-out
chair for wetting myself. Next day from school it was the pull-ups and
plastic pants. I came home wet again but leaked.
The days went on like this. Then my friend Pete asked if I wanted to
sleep at his place on Friday, going to the school disco, then back to
his house. I asked Mum and Dad. They said, �Yes, but you will still be
in nappies and Pete's mother will change you.�
We got to Pete's house after school and his Mum called me and Pete
upstairs.
�Let�s get you both changed.�
Pete went very red but his mother pulled his trousers down, and to my
surprise he was wearing pull ups and his took off his wet pull up and
put him into a nappy, and then the did me, too. We talked afterwards
and Pete said he had bladder problem. I never knew and never knew I
had, either. He had to stand in the corner when he wet himself. He was
also smacked for wetting. It turns out it is where my Mum and Dad got
the idea from.
Mum and Dad have tried all sorts of things to help me stop rewards
treats as well punishing. Nothing so far has worked. They are a little
more understanding than they were. It has become a part of lives that
none of us like.