Joshuac

Fickle etc...? Speliing errors? Oh please...I am all done. Someone else can finish it.

Not enough interest..

I think that more pooping is great...with intimate changes...some suppositories too! Poopie diapers are not gross.

Help me...what does that mean?

Beth looked down at Josh and saw the little boy that he was inside. After splinting his leg she loaded him into the ambulance and began the trip to the hospital. Looking at him lying on the stretcher she saw his white disposable diaper sticking out of his pants. She smelled the familiar smell of pee pee and powder, and felt her hear beat at the thought of changing him and caring for him like she did her nephew. She looked at the two folded diapers in her hand and imagined what it would be like to have him as her baby. Her mind flashed to a scene where she was lying with him in her lap, one hand on his bum and the other on his head. The two of them could watch Nick TV or Cartoon Network together, all the time with him in diapers. She would notice him getting fidgety, and ask if he needed to “go.

Beth paced nervously in the on call room to the city fire department. She remembered the look on her nephew’s face when during his morning diaper change she reminded him that he would be getting a suppository after dinner if his babysitter said he hadn't pooped. On some deeper level, Beth liked that he was dependent upon her for all his needs in that area. She liked him the suppository and waiting together as he tried to delay pooping will all his might.Before she knew it however, she and her partner were off for another call.Beth was a paramedic, and by virtue of her job, she never knew what she was going to find each day. The call was for a fall victim, not one of the most exciting among possibilities and often times just a person trying to sue someone. This call was to be very different indeed. As she and her partner ascended the staircase and made entry into the home, Beth was stuck by the smell of a baby nursery; Powder, Desitin and a faint smell of pee and poop,not at all unlike the smell of her nephew's room, hit her nose immediately. Beth noted to herself how much that whole baby thing made her yearn for her own adult baby to care for. They came into the bathroom and found a boy of about 18 lying on his back with an obviously outturned right leg. Not to mention he was also wearing a soaked ATN diaper and looked very embarrassed. Being the consummate professional, Beth assumed the boy was incontinent from a medical issue. She gave Josh a shot of morphine and began explaining the splinting process along with how they would get him out and down the stairs. Beth told him he was wet and asked if he had another diaper the hospital could use as they had only the cheap Chux brand that were useless. Josh told her where to get more and upon opening the bedroom door, Beth knew she had found her long lost little boy. The motif was totally juvenile, with a blue pastel and toys for boys scattered around everywhere.She stared at the changing table and crib, together with stacks of overnight and daytime diapers Beth was beginning to feel wet as she took in the sights. The saw the glass rectal thermometer and couldn't resist holding it to her nose and taking in a deep breath. Indeed its faint aroma indicated it had been inside this boy's bum. Beth took a knee, almost overcome with anticipation. She quickly gathered her thoughts and took two diapers from the stack and made her way back to the bathroom. In her deepest of thoughts and desires she knew she had found her future mate. Now how to make things move,

Thanks. I am actually having fun writing this fantasy. Now I will bring them together so we can get things going. Any suggestions or critique is appreciated.

Thanks to all who replied. I will try to improve. I really appreciate the feedback as I am nervous first time writer. Beth sighed as she heard the sound of her nephews little feet approach her room. She just wanted to sleep a bit longer and yet the boy was coming to see her at 630. She rolled over, trying to will him away by her thoughts alone. She could hear him crinkle as he climbed up on her bed in his over night pamper. Experience told her he would be soaked. He snuggled next to her, pulling up close and secure. She held him taking in the smell of wet diaper, desitin and Johnson’s shampoo. Soon he was breathing rhythmically and fast asleep in her arms. As she held him close she felt a strong yearning to be able to baby a boyfriend in such a manner. Beth could not understand this desire, but from early on she had always enjoyed taking care of baby’s, in particular little boys and she wished to do this with a big boy in some fashion. Beth had read things on the internet about diaper lovers and adult babies, and found the idea of having a boyfriend totally dependent and trusting a very big turn on indeed. Her mind raced as she thought of how she would decide when and what he ate, what he wore, when he peed and pooped and how those were to happen. She thought of seeing her “boy

Thanks you guys and girls. I just read other's and see how they read and felt like I wasn't even close. I am working today but off tomorrow. I will take it the advised direction. I wanted to paint a back drop for the main part...so people would no what does and does not turn him on.

Josh recalled the struggle to toilet train as a fond memory. He just wanted to stay in diapers. The feeling of laying on his back with his legs spread and mommy looking at him in the most personal way connected with him at a visceral level that was hard to describe. At five he would hold in his poops when his mom tried to get him to use the toilet and this resulted in many bouts of constipation. He just felt more secure having a Pamper on and being aloud to "make big ones for mommy" in the corner. There he would lean over and push. Usually there would be a small fart and them a wave of poops would start to come out in his diaper. Josh often thought back to that warm feeling as the mass was pushed out into his diaper. His mom would always say something about his red face and dirty bottom...and then another wave would come, this one harder to push because the diaper would be getting full. Sometimes his mom would come over and hold his bottom, feeling the poops come out and encouraging her child to make sure all his poops were out. Just thinking about that scene playing out with a girlfriend made his knees week and pee pee hard as a rock. At the time of his childhood, Josh remembers seeing the ubiquitous blue Squib suppositories for children his mother would keep in the refrigerator. Recenlty, he had been able to acquire an after market shipment from E bay, as for some reason the long skinny suppositories stopped being made in the nineties. Josh looked in his drawer for the blue bottle and took one out to look at it. The suppository was so long, he couldn't imagine how his mom got those all the way up his little bottom as a child. At the time he would cry and fret, trying to talk his mom out of using what she called his "bum bum medicine." This battle would later play out and become the center of his sexual need...the need to have a woman control him in all aspects...just like mommy did. When to eat, when to sleep, how and when to make pee and poopie, and being changed and cared for in the most intimate of ways. Returning to his recollection, Josh remembers crying when his mom said she needed to give him bum bum medicine. He was taken by the and and brought to his bed and told to sit on the bed till she came back. He was hysterically crying as his mom returned with a jar of vaseline and the blue jar. She would place him on his back and pull off his diaper to expose his little bum....off popped the top to the vaseline and in went her finger. He lay there crying as he watched her reach down and spread his bum, pushing her long finger into his bum to "check for poopies." Josh was hard now, remembering the feeling of being full; with finger and poop, and his mother later pulling out a dirty finger and admonishing for holding his poops. Thee would be the inevitable unscrewing of the Squibb top, and then shortly the feeling of pooping in reverse as mom pushed one high in his bottom. Sometimes he would feel a slight burning sensation as her finger was withdrawn. His mom would then grab the Desitin and begin applying it all over his bottom and pee pee. His mom knew he would make big poops for her, as her little boy would try to fight the suppository but would eventually have to go. His diaper would be taped on and then his mom would pat his bottom and tell him to lie next to her on his bed while she read his a story. Josh thought to himself that no woman would understand why this would be such a turn on for him years later. She would likely think he was some kind of sicko of something. His erection subsided as thoughts of rejection began to overtake his mind. Most of the time he could re live that intimate episode with a girlfriend being in his mom's place, but today he had waves of depression pushing these sexual thoughts away. He was also wracked with ambivalence....on one hand he would love to be totally diaper dependent...for all his needs. On the other hand, his toilet training and adult status told him this was weird and disgusting, and that no woman would have anything to do with his bodily functions, never mind change an adult sized mess or pee diaper. How could this all work? He loved woman and so much wanted to find companionship, but this diaper thing was a big part of who he was. Continue? Ideas on where to take it? Again, if it sucks, let me know and I will go away. I am new.

The crinkle of his bed protector woke Josh with a startle. He lay still for a moment taking in the sensation of the morning. His diaper felt wet, and at the same time a bit uncomfortable. As usual, his morning erection was strong. The smell of pee and Desitin added to the mystique, conjuring up fond memories of his childhood. How he yearned to return to those days where all his control was taken over by his over zealous mom who was a pediatric nurse. He thought back to when he was nine and relived an experience as he stroked himself. You see Josh had been a child of the seventies, and at that time mothers were much more involved with their kids toileting and other issues. Josh was a late trainer by even those less then modern standards, not achieving bowel and bladder toileting till he was five. These times were to serve as a template for his later love of diapers, as was his mom's struggle to keep her son her "baby" for years beyond what was appropriate. Josh had some idea his mother had some "issues," but would not allow himself to delve too deeply into that area. He smiles as he remembered the many times his mommy would feel his head and stoke his back asking him if he felt warm. His little anus would twitch in anticipation of what he learned from experience would follow. His mom would go into the bathroom and return with a rectal thermometer, vaseline and a large pamper. "Come on baby boy, over my knee you go, mommy needs to take your tempy in your bum bum." He would watch as the ritual of shaking down the red tipped thermometer would begin, shaking him as he lay diapered over her lap. Then the sound of tapes being torn from the pamper and the feeling of cool air rushing to cool his bum. He knew his mom was staring right into his bum. Oh, how he longed for a girlfriend to do such things to him now that he was eighteen. Josh groaned as he thought of how it felt when she opened his bum cheeks and admonished him for having a "dirty bum." "Why can't you make poops like the other kids?" She would ask rhetorically. He would feel the cold thermometer being pushed up his bum and his mom's palm cup his bum to hold it is. Josh would instinctively push on the thermometer, and his mom would tell him to stop doing so and let the thermometer do its "job." Josh worked up the intensity with which he stroked his penis in his wet diaper, thinking back to what would happen after temperature taking time. His mother was obsessed with him "making" for her, and would monitor and "assist" him in the process through various means. He thought back again to his issues and wondered aloud how he would ever find a woman who would understand his needs. He looked at his room that was part of the apartment that he rented. Jeez, he thought, if anyone could see this they would think he was nuts. Depends for day time use along with Tranquility ATN briefs were stacked up on his adult sized changing table he had built the year before. There was a large Diaper Jeanie, juvenile blue paint, various little boy toys on shelves and of course the drawers and shelves that contained his various medical implements from childhood. Josh had gone through great pains to create his childhood love ten years later. He chuckled and came in his wet diaper as the smell of wet diapers, old poopie diapers and desitin conspired to overwhelm his nose. There must be someone who I can find and love....but how can I make this happen? He was perplexed but soon was overcome by the afterglow of his orgasm and fell back to sleep in his wet diaper. I am totally new at this and realize that this might suck but I wanted to give it a try. I will try my best to add to it if I get comments that are supportive. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

That is an incredible poop scene! It captures the ambivalence and the love and nurturing of mommy helping her boy release all in his diaper...very intimate and beautiful. Now perhaps she could give him some Immodium and make him constipated requiring mommy to give him a dulcolax suppository and encourage him to make a big one for her. Now that would be something! Maybe a rectal temperature? Your writing is off the hook awesome. What details and build up. I so much appreciate this.