| Title:
| Mike Gets Pampered
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| Name:
| Iminpampers
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| Email:
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| Gender:
| Male
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| Current Age:
| 37
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| Whom Story is About:
| Myself, my friend
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| Posting Date:
| 03/15/09
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| Life Periods in Story:
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| Post-toddler |
| | Preteen |
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| | Adult |
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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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I was 8 I began wetting the bed in order to get put back in diapers.
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When I was 8 I began wetting the bed, I wasn�t a bedwetter in the
strictest of sense; I was doing it deliberately. I was over at a
friend�s house and I watched as his mother changed his little brother�s
diaper and as I watched a thought popped into my head�I want to wear
diapers again. So that night with the thought of wearing diapers again
still buzzing around in my head I went through my usual routine before
going to bed. I brushed my teeth and made sure to drink a couple of
glasses of water, flushed the toilet (to give my parents the impression
that I had used it), put on my pajamas and went to bed. About 3am I
woke up with a full bladder begging for release and out of instinct
began to get out of bed for a trek to the washroom then I remembered my
plan. I tried to roll over and go back to sleep but found it impossible
to fall back asleep with a full bladder. I tried relaxing my bladder so
I could pee but years of being toilet trained prevented me from letting
go. I finally had to get up on my knees and picture myself standing in
front of the toilet before anything happened. As I perched on my knees
picturing myself about to urinate in the toilet I felt my bladder
release a couple of drops into my PJ�s. After several seconds I was
rewarded with a squirt, then another and another and suddenly I had a
stream. I managed to stop the stream fearing that the pattern of urine
I was about to produce wouldn�t look as though I wet the bed by
accident. I lay back down and pulled up the covers, I could feel the
wetness on the front of my pajamas and I liked it. I tried again to pee
while lying down but to no avail. I lay there in bed and tried to
visualize myself in front of the toilet once again. After 5 minutes of
mental imagery I managed a couple of squirts and after a moment a few
more. The next thing I knew streams of hot pee were splashing against
my already wet pajamas and running down my sack and over my legs before
pooling underneath my ass. I lay there taking in every little feeling I
could as the puddle continued to grow beneath me. I put my hand
underneath my covers and felt the warm wetness of my completely soaked
pajama bottoms and the small lake I was lying in that had not yet
soaked into the mattress. Once I was done peeing I rolled over in my
wetness and went back to sleep. I awoke about an hour later shivering
and feeling really uncomfortable. Because I was so uncomfortable it
didn�t take a whole lot of effort to start genuinely crying on my way
to my mother�s room. I hadn�t even made it the full way from the door
to my mother�s bed before she was awake and asking me what was wrong.
�I�I wet the bed!� I sniffed.
�Oh dear.� Mom began while climbing out of her bed, �Don�t worry baby,
I know it was an accident. Come with me and we�ll get you cleaned up.�
Mom took my hand and led me back to my room where she pulled back the
covers to reveal my yellow-stained sheets with a wetness pattern that
reached from my knees to about the center of my back, �You really did
wet the bed, didn�t you?�
To me that sounded like an attack so I began to cry louder saying, �I
didn�t mean to mommy, it was an accident.�
The commotion was enough to wake my sister Diana who came into the
room, �What happened?� she asked.
�Oh Michael�s wet his bed. Go back to sleep.� Mom informed her. Mom
managed to quiet me down and brought me into the bathroom where she
removed my cold, soaked PJ�s and threw them in the laundry hamper
before wiping me down with a damp washcloth and toweling me dry. Then
she brought me back to my bedroom and put a new pair of pajamas on me.
She stripped the soaked bedding off of my mattress and flipped it over
before putting new bedding on it.
I sat down and asked, �What about my sleepover at Jimmy�s tomorrow?
What happens if I wet the bed over there?�
�I don�t think you�ll wet the bed over at Jimmy�s. I think that this is
an isolated incident, you�ll be fine. Now go back to sleep.�
I drifted off to sleep dreaming about getting put back in diapers.
The next day nothing was said about my bedwetting episode and I went
off to school as usual. After school I headed over to Jimmy�s as had
been arranged. We played video games and hide and seek. While playing
hide and seek I hid in Jimmy�s little brother George�s nursery which
gave me a good chance to see his brother�s diapers up close. I looked
at all the disposable diapers stacked up on George�s changing table I
even reached out and touched one of them. I ran my fingers across the
textured plastic backing of one of the diapers; it felt so soft and
magical. I remember thinking how lucky babies were to get to wear
diapers all the time, never having to get up from what they are doing
to poop or pee. I decided that I should leave the nursery because I
didn�t want to get caught in there. As I was leaving the nursery I
failed to notice Jimmy coming down the hall behind me. �TAG, YOU�RE
IT!!� Jimmy shouted. I was so startled that a squirt of pee shot into
my pants. Just as I was about to give Jimmy an earful for scaring me so
badly Jimmy�s mom called us to dinner. We raced down to the dinner
table and got ready to sit for dinner. Unbeknownst to me Jimmy�s mom
saw the wet patch on my pants although she didn�t say anything.
We ate dinner and watched a movie then Jimmy�s mom said that it was
time to get ready for bed. Jimmy headed for his room and I was about to
follow him when his mother caught my arm, �Not so fast Mike. I need to
talk to you.� She said. �Mike, your mom called me this afternoon and
told me about you wetting the bed last night.� I froze and looked up at
her with wide eyes. �And before you sat down for dinner I noticed that
you peed your pants a little bit�� I was about to say that it was
because Jimmy had scared me really badly while we were playing hide and
seek but she cut me off. �I think that under the circumstances it would
be a good idea if you slept in a diaper tonight, just in case.�
I couldn�t believe my ears, Jimmy�s mother was going to put me in
diapers, how could my dreams come true so quickly? I tried to appear as
though I was mulling the idea over in my head and in order to appear as
though I didn�t want to wear a diaper I whined out, �But my mom said
that it was probably just that one time.�
�I understand and I would�ve agreed if you hadn�t have wet your pants a
little before dinner. Don�t you think it would be better to wear a
diaper and not wet it rather than not wear one and have another
accident?� Realizing that she probably wasn�t about to give up on this
I agreed. �Ok, now go grab your pajamas and brush your teeth and when
you�re done come to George�s room.
So I went up to Jimmy�s room and grabbed my toothbrush and pajamas,
just as Jimmy was finishing off in the bathroom. I went inside and
brushed my teeth, making sure to drink a couple of extra glasses of
water, pretended to use the toilet, flushed and headed to George�s
room.
Once inside Jimmy�s mom picked me up and laid me down on the changing
table and started undressing me. She took off my shoes and socks undid
my pants and pulled them down my legs then she grabbed the waistband of
my underwear with one hand and lifted me up by the ankles with the
other. After removing my undies she turned them back around to show me
the yellow patch in the middle of the white fabric, �See? That is from
where you peed earlier.� Then she pulled a diaper from one of the
shelves under the changing table and unfolded it and again lifted me up
with one hand while she slid the back of the diaper underneath my butt.
Once she lowered me onto the diaper she sprinkled my crotch lightly
with baby powder and rubbed it in saying, �This is just in case you do
wet, we don�t want you to get a rash.� Finally, she pulled the front of
the diaper up between my legs and taped it on me. She let me lie there
a second as I took in all the sensations of being diapered. She lowered
me to my feet and handed me my pajamas and asked, �Now, that wasn�t so
bad, was it?�
I shook my head �no� because I was afraid that if I opened my mouth I
would�ve shouted for joy. I couldn�t remember ever feeling this good, I
didn�t care what it took I was now more determined than ever that I was
going to go back to wearing diapers. Even though these diapers were a
little bit tight on me they didn�t fit that badly, and the bulk between
my legs felt awesome. I ran my hands across the surface of the diaper
quickly before putting on my pajamas and the feeling of the diaper�s
padding wrapped around my crotch was heavenly. Although I didn�t have
any trouble putting my pajama tops on I noticed that the bottoms barely
fit over my diaper, it would be fairly obvious to anyone, especially
Jimmy, that I was wearing diapers.
Jimmy�s mom must have sensed what I was thinking because she told me,
�Don�t worry, I already explained to Jimmy that you�d be wearing
diapers. So he�s not going to make fun of you. As a matter of fact, why
don�t you take those pajama bottoms off, you�ll probably be much more
comfortable.� I had to agree with her there, the pajama bottoms overtop
of the diaper were very uncomfortable, so I took them off, grabbed my
clothes and headed for Jimmy�s room.
As I walked into Jimmy�s room I saw him in bed and watched his eyes go
wide as he saw the exposed bottom half of my diaper, �Oh my god�You�re
really wearing diapers.� He exclaimed, �Even though mom told me it
didn�t really sink in until I saw it.�
I got in my sleeping bag on the floor and Jimmy and I talked for a
little while then we went to sleep, well Jimmy went to sleep, I stayed
up until I was sure Jimmy was out. Once I was sure Jimmy was asleep I
got up on my knees and closed my eyes picturing myself in front of the
toilet ready to pee. I noticed that it took a little less time than it
did last night before I began peeing. I tried to lie back down while
still peeing but had to stop during the shuffle. I was happy to
discover that it only took me a second of pretending to use the toilet
while lying on my back before I resumed peeing. I spread my legs as
wide as my sleeping bag would let me and lay there wetting my diaper. I
stuck my thumb in my mouth to make myself feel more baby-like as I
reveled in the feeling of pissing in my diaper. At first only the front
of the diaper was wet but as the padding reached its absorption
capacity I felt my urine flowing across my scrotum and trickling down
between my ass cheeks before being absorbed by the padding underneath
me. I stuck my other hand under the covers of my sleeping bag and felt
the outside of my diaper, it was warm and soft. I gave it a squeeze and
felt the displaced urine flowing through the diaper looking for a place
to be absorbed. As I continued to squeeze and continued to pee I began
to notice that the dislodged urine had nowhere to go but outside the
diaper. Thankfully I stopped peeing before my diaper leaked too much
and I just lay there sucking my thumb thinking that I was a baby who
just peed his diaper like any other baby and drifted off to sleep.
I was woken up about two hours later by Jimmy�s mom changing my diaper.
She must have come to check my diaper before going to bed and
discovered me soaked. She had gone into George�s room and brought all
the changing essentials with her. I opened my eyes as she popped the
tapes of my soggy diaper to discover the lights on and Jimmy watching
his mom change my diaper with a big grin on his face. Jimmy�s mom
changed me with the speed and efficiency of a woman who has changed a
fair number of diapers in her time and in no time I was cleaned,
powdered and taped in a fresh diaper. Jimmy�s mom whispered to me,
�Good thing we diapered you for bed eh?� I nodded. She gave me a kiss
on the forehead and said, �Go back to sleep and I�ll see you in the
morning.� She tucked Jimmy back in, turned off the light and left the
room.
Jimmy and I were woken up the next morning by Jimmy�s mother at the
door saying breakfast was ready. We were out of bed and on the stairs
before I realized that I was still wearing a diaper, it took another
moment for me to figure out that it was still dry and I needed to pee.
We sat down at the table and began eating the chocolate-chip pancakes
that Jimmy�s mom made. We were finished breakfast and we went into the
living room to watch cartoons. After about 20 minutes we were both
lying on the floor in front of the TV when I felt another urge to pee
and without thinking I just let go and wet my diaper. Shortly after
that Jimmy got up and went to the washroom, while he was gone his mom
came into the living room and noticed my wet diaper. �Mike, will you
come with me, please?� Jimmy�s mom said in a tone of voice that made it
clear that it wasn�t a request. I followed her right into George�s room
where she picked me up and strapping me down on the changing table. �So
you think that since you wet your diaper while you were sleeping that
it�s ok to deliberately wet your diaper while you�re awake? I saw your
diaper when you came down for breakfast and it was dry and is it dry
now?� she asked, staring down at me.
�No.� I replied meekly.
�Right. So you deliberately wet yourself while watching cartoons. I
guess that means that you should be wearing diapers during the day
too.� She stated as she began changing my diaper, �If you weren�t
wearing a diaper you would�ve wet your pants and if you go around
wetting your pants that means that you should be wearing diapers. So
until it�s time for you to go home you�re going to be wearing diapers.�
She wiped me up and slid a fresh diaper underneath me before powdering
me and taping it snuggly on me. Then she took me to Jimmy�s room where
she put my shirt and socks and shoes on but kept my pants saying, �You
don�t need to wear pants. Babies don�t need anything over their
diapers, besides this way I�ll be able to tell when you need to have
your diaper changed.�
She sent me back down to the living room. When I walked in I saw that
Jimmy was already dressed, he turned and saw that I was wearing my day
clothes aside from my pants and my quite obvious diaper. Jimmy�s mom
came walking in behind me and announced, �Well Jimmy, it looks like
your friend Mike is a baby, while the two of you were watching cartoons
instead of getting up and going to the toilet like an 8-year-old boy,
Mike just lay there and peed in the diaper he was wearing. So if he�s
going to go around wetting himself like a little baby he�s going to be
wearing diapers like one. Actually, Mike come into the kitchen with me
while Jimmy watches cartoons.�
I knew I was in for it now but I followed Jimmy�s mom into the kitchen
where she lifted me into George�s highchair, strapped me securely into
it and then locked the tray into place. She went over to the fridge and
returned with a baby bottle of juice. She held the bottle up and
brought the teat to my mouth. �C�mon baby, drink the baba like a good
baby.� I hesitated for several seconds then she added, �If you don�t
drink the baba I�m going to turn you over my knee and spank you till
you�re black and blue.� That was all the encouragement I needed, I took
the nipple in my mouth and started sucking. Jimmy�s mom had to give me
a lesson on how to nurse from a bottle but after a little bit I got the
hang of it and soon had it drained. She went to the fridge and
retrieved another one and forced me to drink it down too. Once I had
finished both bottles she stuck a pacifier in my mouth and told me I�d
be spanked severely if I spit it out, then she released me from the
highchair and carried me into the living room where she set me in
George�s playpen. Then she went and found her camera while she waited
for the 2 bottles of prune juice I drank to do their work.
After about 20 minutes I felt my bowels churning and felt a steadily
increasing pressure in my bladder. I tried shifting positions to make
myself more comfortable to no avail. I felt my bowels churn again and
realized that I was going to have to poop very soon. I went to remove
the pacifier from my mouth only to discover that she had tied it in
place. I knew she wasn�t about to let me leave the playpen to use the
washroom. Another churn of my bowels and the pressure became intense I
got up on my hands and knees and spread my legs as wide as they would
go as another wave of pressure took control of my anal sphincter away
from me and I began shitting my pants, or more accurately, started
filling the seat of my diaper. Actually I didn�t find it that
unpleasant, no I was enjoying it. I felt my ass cheeks part as the firm
mass started sliding out of my hole. It wasn�t long before it
encountered the padding of my diaper and began to push against it. I
felt the seat of my diaper bulge outward until it could stretch no more
and having nowhere else to go the poop started to slide downwards
between my cheeks and past my scrotum. Another wave of cramps pushed
more poop deep into my diaper followed by a flashflood of pee as I
emptied my bladder. I didn�t realize it but I was madly sucking on my
pacifier the entire time I was filling my diaper and as the last chunk
of poop and trickle of pee entered my diaper I collapsed on my ass
against the wall of the play pen squishing the mess in the seat of my
diaper everywhere it could go and grinning like the Cheshire cat.
Suddenly I was brought back to reality by a bright flash of light
followed by another as Jimmy�s mom took Polaroid�s of me sitting in a
play pen in my wet and messy diaper. Jimmy�s mother came over to the
side of the play pen and looked at me for a second, �You enjoyed that
didn�t you?� Not waiting for a reply she added, �You did. You enjoyed
messing and wetting your diaper like a little baby.�
She lifted me out of the play pen and said, �Now crawl on your hands
and knees like a little baby and follow me.� She led me upstairs to
George�s room and put me on the changing table. �So you like wearing
diapers like a baby, do you?� I nodded �Well, I have some news for you
then.� She said as I saw another figure appear holding a package of
Pampers that was a larger size than the ones Jimmy�s mom had been using
on me.
Then I saw that the person with the package of Pampers was my mother
who said, �You�re going to be wearing diapers 24/7 for a long, long,
time. Mom took over my diaper change and cleaned me up slid a fresh
diaper under me, gave me a coating of diaper rash ointment, powdered me
and taped my next diaper snuggly in place. This diaper fit me way
better than George�s diapers had, and I noticed that the padding was
twice as thick and it forced my legs further apart giving me a
noticeable waddle. �While you were over here I went shopping and re-
designed your room. I threw out all your underwear, replaced your
dresser with a changing table and replaced your bed with a crib. I
bought a highchair for you to eat in, a play pen for you to watch TV
in, diapers for you to wear at home, diapers for you to wear at school,
diapers to wear at your friend�s houses and diapers for you to go out
in public in. From now on you will not use the toilet at all. If you
need to pee or poop you�ll use your diapers. Now c�mon out to the car
we�re going home.�
(to be continued)