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A friend gets shrunk down to doll size by his friend. She decides to humiliate him and punish him in so many humiliating ways. Using him as her new toy.

Chapter 1: The Morning That Changed Everything Kris woke up in the middle of the night. He felt the need to use the bathroom, which was a good thing for him. He actually woke up this time! Kris hated the fact that he was a bedwetter. He doesn't know when or how it started; he only knows that every morning, he wakes up to a wet bed. So, for him, waking up in the middle of the night is a miracle. He quietly got out from under his covers and started climbing down the ladder of his bunk bed, which he and his older brother, Kyle, shared. Shockingly, he managed not to wake his brother this time. Nearly every night, if Kris tries to get out of bed to get cleaned up, his brother wakes up, confirms that Kris peed himself, then falls back to sleep annoyed at the interruption. That in of itself wouldn't be too bad. If only Kyle would leave it at that. But no, Kyle goes out of his way whenever this happens to ensure Mom and Dad knew that Kris had an accident. So, to get away this time felt amazing, even if there wasn't an accident. He wouldn't have to confront his brother about it. Kris snuck out of the shared bedroom, past the girl's room across the hall, and went down the stairs to the bathroom, sitting at the bottom on the right. He did it! He made it to the potty in the middle of the night! Good thing, too, because he had to poop as well. Which was probably the reason he woke up this time. He hardly ever needed to do that so late in the evening. Proud that he managed to make it in time, Kris snuck his way back upstairs and into his bed, all without waking up anyone. He felt so proud of himself, he knew that tomorrow was going to be a good day. He would wake up to a clean bed in the morning, and hangout with his friends at Church in the afternoon. Kris loved that it was a Sunday. He knew his Mom would make a delicious breakfast for them all to enjoy. He wasn't a huge fan of going to Church every Sunday. It always felt boring to him. Playing with his friends before and after service started was always a blast, but sitting through the sermon felt like a chore. He woke up feeling excited to take on the day. Only, something didn't seem right. He was confused; why did it feel like his bed was wet? He made it to the bathroom last night, didn't he? He must have just had to go a second time without realizing it. he was frustrated that he had still managed to have an accident, wishing his trip to the toilet would have been enough to save him from his usual daily embarrassment. He started to remove his comforter so he could get out of bed and deal with his accident like he had done thousands of times before when suddenly, an odd sensation hit him like a ton of bricks. "No. I didn't. That's not fair," Kris thought, as he realized with confusion that he pooped himself in his sleep. He didn't get up to go to the bathroom; it was all just a dream. A cruel, unfair dream. Kris looked down and around his bunk briefly to check if Kyle had seen him start getting up. Maybe he could wait until he left their room and get cleaned up afterward. "Let's go, dude. Breakfast is on the table," Kyle called up to his brother from below his bed, as he finished putting on his socks for the day. "I'll be down in a minute," Kris replied, trying to remain calm. He tried to play things cool, acting as natural as he could. He hoped he could buy some more time, convincing his brother that everything was okay. "Well, hurry up and get dressed," Kyle replied impatiently. He knew Kris was a slacker, and would sleep in another two hours if they let him. "I'm gonna take a shower first." Kris tried to come up with an excuse as to why he would be late to breakfast. Knowing that if he went down in soiled pajama pants, his Dad would be furious. "Why?" Kyle shot back. They normally took showers in the evening. Kris saying he would take one first thing in the morning was odd. Unless, he had another accident. "He wet himself again. Didn't he?" Kyle already knew the truth. He was so frustrated sharing a bedroom with his little brother. He had been wetting himself for years now, and never really got the hang of nighttime training. He couldn't stand the fact that their room always smelled of urine. He's eight years old for crying out loud. Sam wasn't even wetting the bed anymore and she was six! "I just wanna take a quick shower, is all." Kris knew his brother probably saw through his lie by now. But held onto hope, that just maybe he would let this one slide. "You had another accident, didn't you?" Kyle poked, already knowing the answer. "...Yeah" Kris replied defeatedly. "Maybe he won't find out about how bad it is." Kris knew that he was busted. At this point, he just wanted to hide, and save himself from further embarrassment. "Just get changed. You can take a shower after breakfast if you really need to." Kyle was annoyed that he had to share a room with such a baby. "I'd really prefer to take one first." Kris's face burnt red as he blushed. He knew he was out of luck. There was no way his brother didn't know the current state of his situation at this point. "Why? It's not like you pooped yourself like a baby." "Oh my gosh, is that what that smell is? I thought he just farted or something." Kyle's face scrunched up in disgust. Kris just remained silent, not wanting to reply. His family has a strict no-lying policy, so he couldn't say he didn't, but he didn't want to admit it. *sigh* "I'll let them know you'll need an extra few minutes. But hurry up," Kyle told Kris, realizing what had happened, and that Kris would never admit to it. "Thanks..." Kris felt broken. He was grateful for his brother, thinking he would cover for him. But, the humiliation of his brother's words, and the state of his pajamas made him feel small and foolish. He thought he made it. He thought his parents would be proud of him for staying dry, but instead of just wetting his bed, he used it like a toilet. Chapter 2: Morning breakfast conversations Kris took the fastest shower of his life. He wanted to clean up this mess before anyone else had the chance to find out. He was lucky that the girls were already downstairs by the time he left the room, and the bathroom being at the bottom of the stairs was an added bonus saving him from the potential humiliation. His shower over, Kris bundled up his soiled and soaked pajamas into a ball. He hoped he could sneak them back upstairs before anyone saw them. He could get them cleaned later, first thing was not to let anyone find out. "Kris! Hurry up, bud. We are waiting on you," Kim, Kris' mom, shouted from the kitchen after hearing the bathroom door open. "Okay, I'll be down in a second, just need to put my pajamas back real quick," Kris replied, knowing he had to hurry before someone saw his clothes and questioned deeper on why he took a shower in the morning. "Don't!. Just put them in the laundry room. I'll get them washed later today." His mom replied. "That's odd? Normally, she has us all bring down all the laundry at once. Does she already know about my accident, or was she just trying to save me on time?" Kris knew he couldn't argue; he wanted to, but it wouldn't make sense. He might be able to play it off as him grabbing the rest of the laundry, but knowing the family was waiting on him to eat breakfast wasn't likely to work. Frustrated with the situation, he quickly took his bundled-up clothes and speed walked past the dining room to get to the back of the house towards the laundry room, hoping no one saw his soiled pajamas. Kris returned to the dining room, sitting in his usual spot next to his dad, across from his brother, with his younger sister Sam on his right. Everyone was in their usual spots. Something felt different. It felt like they were all looking at him, judging him. He hoped it was all in his head, but there was no way for him to tell. He was already self-conscious about what happened earlier with his brother. He knew he was a little late to breakfast, too, but that was nothing new; it was a common occurrence for him when it came to weekends. "French toast, yum! Thank you, Mom," Kris tried to distract himself with the world's best breakfast in his mind. His favorite part was covering his French toast in powdered sugar. It might be super unhealthy, but he didn't care. He was eight years old. He just wanted to eat something yummy. "Are we all ready to dig in?" Kim asked, making sure Kevin, their Dad, was ready to give the okay. He ran the house, so what he says goes. "Yep, let's dig in," he replied, grabbing his utensils and the first few slices from the stack of toast in the middle of the table. Everyone quickly followed suit to get their food. Kris had his classic white circle from all the powdered sugar around his plate. Kevin, seeing everyone enjoying the meal, and getting a few slices in his belly, decided to start some morning chatter. "So, how did everyone sleep?" "I slept great!" Tammi, the oldest of the four, started everyone off. She normally felt silenced due to their family dynamic; with "men running the house," so anytime she got a chance to speak up and be first, she wanted to take it. She wanted to be a role model for her siblings, especially for her younger sister. "I slept like a baby!" Sam chimed in next. Her words felt like a sharp pain in Kris's ears after his brothers comment this morning. His cheeks burned red with embarrassment at the remark. "I had this really cool dream. Do you wanna hear it?" She was the youngest, and always excited to go off on these wild dreams. Her imagination was hyper active, which made it easy for her to play by herself or with Kris at times, but also made for the longest stories ever. "Not right now, honey. Let's wait until everyone else goes first. Then, you can tell us all about it." Kevin told her. He didn't want to break her spirit about it, but he also knew once she got started, it might take an hour before she would finish. "Okay! How about you, Kyle? How did you sleep?" Sam poked, trying to get everyone through so she could share her story. She knew Kyle would be quick; he wasn't one to go into his dreams or be boring and talk about other things. "I slept okay," He replied. Kris could feel his heart racing. It nearly felt like it was trying to pound out of his chest. He was terrified at the thought that Kyle would tattle on him. Kyle nearly did every time he had an accident, it was almost like it was his mission to tell Mom and Dad whenever it happened. Would today be the same? "That's great. How about you, Kris? Did you sleep well?" Kevin knew Kyle was a young man with few words. He wanted to get to Kris, who he was wondering about. He had a feeling Kris had an accident this morning, otherwise why else would he have taken a shower so early in the day? Kris noticed a slight smile on Tammi's face. Kyle had his head down, looking at his food, and a small head shake. Kris had a feeling Tammi had found out what happened last night. He didn't know for sure, and wasn't about to admit to everyone at the breakfast table that he pooped himself last night. He didn't even want to admit when he wet himself, so this was a hundred times worse, he'd rather take this secret to the grave if he could. "Uhhh... Yea! I slept well. I even managed to wake up last night to go to the potty," Kris felt proud of himself, he knew he still had an accident last night, but the thought that he had made it to the bathroom, gave him a feeling of accomplishment. He might have thought it was a dream, but he also had no way to tell for sure if it was or not. "Liar! No, you didn't. Not even close. You pooped yourself in your sleep." Kyle snapped back, mad that his brother refused to own up to his accidents. "Kristopher!" Kim, shouted at him. The girls practically spat out their food at this reveal. They knew he wet the bed, he did it nearly every night without fail. But pooping himself? Only babies did things like that. Everyone was a little shocked that Kris didn't just own up to it. He normally tried to hide his bed wetting, but this was different, instead he tried to lie about it and claim he used the potty in the middle of the night. "Is this true?" Kevin's face was stern. He was mad that Kris would lie about this. Kris knew how he felt about lying. Normally, Kris would own up to having an accident, even if he wet himself on purpose, he would admit it. So why not this time? "Yeah..." Kris replied, defeated. There was no recovering from his brother's accusation. Kris could see his Dad was furious with this information. "What is up with this kid!? He uses his bed like his own personal toilet. This is insane!" Kevin thought. He was at his wits end with Kris's bed-wetting issue. They've talked about it hundreds of times, each one he claimed: "he didn't know what happened." "Dude! What happened?" Kevin was clearly irritated. "I don't know," Kris replied sheepishly. He really had no idea why he kept wetting the bed. He thought he did wake up in the middle of the night, but he couldn't dispute the fact that he woke up soaked, and covered in his own poop. "That's not acceptable." Kevin was livid at this point. He's had to buy several packs of underwear for Kris, each one to replace the pair he ruined from all his accidents. "I don't know why Daddy, I just didn't wake up." Kris sank in his chair slightly. He didn't know what to do or say. "Didn't wake up, huh? It sounds like he just didn't want to get up. How can this kid be so lazy and okay with peeing himself?" Kevin couldn't stand Kris's behavior. "So instead, you thought you'd lie about it and say you 'used the bathroom'?" Kevin wanted the truth out of his son. He wanted him to see the error of his ways, and that lying about it was wrong. He should know better. He needs to know better. Unsure how to answer, Kris just sat there in silence. *sigh* "Fine, let's go clean it up. You're going to watch how this is done. I'm sick of cleaning your bed for you. You're not a toddler anymore, and I'm too old for this." Kevin instructed Kris "Okay." Kris knew he was in trouble. But he didn't know what to do. It's not like he meant to poop himself in bed. All he knew was his dad was mad, and to not make things worse if he could avoid it. Chapter 3: The clean-up "Strip your bed. Everything needs to come off of it to clean up this mess." Kevin instructed his son. He left to get the spot shampooer from the cleaning closet, while Kris began to pull off his wet and soiled bedding. He felt a small tear forming in his eye. He never meant to make a mess; he didn't want this to be a part of his life, but it seemed like he had no choice in the matter. He felt completely humiliated at the situation he found himself in. That dream felt so real; he was positive he made it to the bathroom. "Did you get everything off?" Kevin spoke, breaking Kris's train of thought as he returned with the shampooer. "Yes, sir." Kris wanted to be as respectful towards his Dad as he could. Maybe, if he were lucky, his Dad wouldn't be any harder on him than he already was. "Good, now come here and watch how you get this thing ready." Kevin set the shampooer on the floor, placing the cleaning solution next to it. He didn't want to keep doing this, and after throwing out his old mattress, he didn't want to buy a new one either. Kris walked over to his Dad, standing next to him as his Dad poured the cleaner into the shampooer. "Only fill it to this line with the cleaner. The rest is warm water," Kevin instructed. "I don't want to have to keep doing this." Kris stood there in silence, slightly nodding at his Dad's words. "When will you grow up and stop peeing in your bed?" Kevin asked rhetorically. He knew Kris wasn't going to reply, and even if he did, it would just make him mad. Again, Kris didn't reply. How could he respond? It's not something he is in control of. *Sigh* "I guess that was more of a rhetorical question anyway. Alright, stay here and watch." Kevin positioned Kris in the doorway of his bedroom. He still had a rough line of sight but couldn't see too much of what his Dad was doing. "You really did a number on it this time. Not only did you soak it, but you managed to smear your poop so much it seeped through the sheets and onto the mattress." It was clear to see the look of disgust on Kevin's face. Kris felt embarrassed at his Dad's remark. He was used to feeling embarrassed whenever they talked about his accidents, but hearing his Dad's words while watching him clean up after his mess only made him want to hide behind the door frame. "I'm sorry," Kris said sorrowfully, looking down at his feet. "Sorry for what? Treating your bed like it's your own personal toilet?" Kevin snapped back, pausing his efforts to clean up the mattress. There was nothing he felt Kris could say that would make things better. Kris had no reply. He just stared at his Dad. He knew he couldn't say anything. He never intended to wet his bed; he never thought of it as a toilet, but there was no way his Dad would believe him. Not when he was mad like this. Five minutes into the cleaning process, Kris noticed his Dad had shifted focus from where most of the damage was done to a more whole-bed approach. Kris felt a little relief that this soon would be behind them. However, he also noticed that he had a growing pressure building up in his bladder. He needed to pee soon. He didn't want to interupt his Dad, but he also didn't want to stand here, bored, forever needing to pee. "Daddy?" Kris spoke up over the noise of the shampooer. "What?" Kevin switched off the machine to listen to what his son had to say. His tone made it clear he was still angry. "Can I go to the bathroom?" Kris asked sheepishly. He wanted to get out of this, but more importantly, he wanted to relieve himself. "Really? No apology, just asking to go to the bathroom after what you did to your bed?" Kevin thought to himself, upset at the thought that his son just wanted to get out of watching him clean up his mess. "Why don't you just go in your bed? After all, you seem to think it's a bathroom anyway." Kevin snapped back at his son in frustration. He couldn't believe he had the guts to try and get out of taking responsibility for ruining his bed. Kris wasn't sure what to do. He stood there frozen, afraid that he would just make things worse. He could do what his Dad told him, but that didn't make sense. His Dad was cleaning his bed, so he couldn't use it. Even if he did, he would be mortified to do so. He wanted to use the toilet. His other option was just to stand there waiting for his Dad to change his mind. Hopefully, he would. Each second there was silence between them felt like an eternity. The longer he waited to reply, the more likely he would make his Dad angrier. Trying to avoid making his Dad further upset only made this decision and his dad's comment all the harder. What is the right decision? Is there a right decision? "He's cleaning my bed. I can't go in it. Should I pee my pants instead?" Kris thought, torn on what he should do, not wanting to say a single word as that might upset his dad even more. "Well?!" his dad asked angrily. "You're just trying to get out of watching how to clean this up. Either hold it until we are done or pee your pants like the baby you've been acting like." Kevin had enough at this point after years of trying to get him dry during the night. His occasional daytime accidents didn't help. Especially since it was done on purpose each time. When confronted about it, he would admit he peed or pooped his pants on purpose either because he didn't want to stop playing or to try to get his siblings in trouble. It might have been a while since the last time that happened, but it felt like it was yesterday with all of his nighttime accidents. Kris blushed. Kyle calling him a baby was rude, but he could brush it off. Hearing it come from his Dad stung a little harder. He hoped he could hold it, but with all of the embarrassment and pressure from his dad, he wasn't sure. He felt he had to pee pretty bad, but was that because he did, or was it because he was trying to find a reason to avoid his dad for a little while? Kevin climbed off the ladder rather than starting to get back to cleaning. Kris felt his heart skip a beat as his Dad approached with the shampooer. "I need to empty this thing." He held up the shampooer. Kris could see the dirty tank on the shampooer; its water looked yellowy brown. He hadn't realized that his accidents had caused that much damage. "Stay here. You are not to leave this spot until I get back," Kevin instructed his son. "Okay," Kris replied. He wanted to follow his Dad, taking the chance to go pee. He was trying his best to hide the fact that he was starting to do a little potty dance. If his Dad had noticed, it would only make things worse and annoy him even more. Kevin left the room, leaving Kris alone with his thoughts. None of the other kids came over to check on him. Even having a conversation with Kris might have caused their Dad to get more upset, and no one wants to get switched. Just the thought of the plastic rod being used to spank them, was enough to send a shiver down their spines. Kris felt a huge pressure lift from his shoulders. His Dad's exit from the room gave him the chance to breathe. Kris wasn't sure if he was going to be punished or not today for what happened or if this was going to be the worst of it. All he knew was the sooner this could be over, the better. "Alright, this should be the last batch. Do you want to do it this time?" Kevin asked as he walked back into the room. Hoping his son would take responsibility this time. "Can I use the bathroom first?" Kris asked. He felt he wouldn't be able to hold on too much longer. He wasn't sure why his bladder was acting up so much, he just knew that he had to go, and he didn't want to shampoo his bed. *Sigh* "You're just trying to get out of doing work again. No. You can hold it until we are done. This will only take a few more minutes; wait here and watch." Kevin wasn't buying the fact that his son had to use the bathroom. He noticed his "potty dance" but wasn't buying that it was real. Kevin climbed back up the ladder to Kris's bed and started shampooing again. "I don't know if I can hold it much longer," Kris thought. Kris was doing his best to hold it in, he didn't want to do a potty dance, but he couldn't help himself. He placed his hand between his legs, trying to hold it in. Kevin was doing his best to ignore it. He knew if he addressed it, he would lose it, blowing his top off and yelling at Kris. He didn't want to do that, he was trying to not be a jerk, but the situation was really pushing his limits. Kris wasn't hopping from foot to foot but was shifting his weight from foot to foot now and then. Just enough to try and help, but not enough to become annoying. Kris kept trying his best, but after several minutes he reached the breaking point. He felt a small squirt of pee make its way to his pants. Dampening his underwear. It hadn't leaked through to his pants, but he knew he couldn't take it anymore. Another spurt quickly followed; afraid he was going to wet himself; Kris spoke up. Asking one more time would be better than just wetting himself in front of his Dad. "Daddy!" Kris shouted over the shampooer so his dad could hear him. "What now!?!" Kevin shouted back at his son as he turned off the shampooer. The pure anger on his Dad's face and the tone of voice used, full of anger and frustration sent a shiver down Kris's spine. It was too much for him. He was so scared; he lost his ability to speak, and... *hiss* He lost his control and started peeing his pants uncontrollably. "Dude!" Kevin shouted, "You've got to be kidding me. What are you two?!" Kevin lost it at this point. He quickly climbed down the ladder and walked over to his son. With how angry he was, he looked like he was ten feet tall and could bend a building in half if he wanted to. He grabbed Kris by the wrist and started dragging him toward the bathroom. Kris felt the tight grip on his wrist. He stumbled here and there, trying to keep up with his dad as he was pulled along. Kris felt tears rolling down his cheeks. He had no idea what would happen now. All he knew was this was the maddest he had ever seen his dad so far. "That's it, I've had enough. Fine! You want to pee yourself like a baby. You'll wear a diaper like one, too!" Kevin's shouting was heard throughout the whole house while he pulled Kris toward the bathroom. Kris's eyes were huge hearing this. His Dad threatened to put him in diapers before, but this was the first time it seemed like he was serious about getting them. Chapter 4: To the Store "Take a shower and get yourself cleaned up," Kevin told Kris, slightly tossing him into the bathroom. He felt furious that Kris would pee his pants like that. Kevin closed the door behind him, giving Kris some time to collect himself and clean up. "Unbelievable. He peed his pants. What is wrong with him? Yeah, he said he had to go. I bet he peed himself on purpose, hoping to get out of needing to finish cleaning his bed." Kevin's thoughts ran wild. He knew he was angry and likely wasn't thinking straight, but he followed through with what he told his kids. If they were throwing a fit at the store, they'd leave everything behind and go home until they learned to behave. He wanted them to learn that their word is their bond. Knowing he spoke out of anger didn't change the fact that he said he would get Kris diapers. Kris felt devastated. He looked at himself in the mirror, seeing the wet patch running down the front of his pants. He never felt more embarrassed in his life. He had wet his pants a few times after potty training, but that was either in the snow so no one could tell or when he didn't want to stop playing. This was the first time he accidentally wet himself in a long time. His Dad looked so angry. He'd never seen his Dad like that before. All he could hope for now was that the time it took for him to take a shower would be enough for his dad to calm down. "Kyle, go grab some clothes for your brother," Kevin spoke coldly. He wasn't going to let this instance with Kris affect the way he treated the others, but he also knew they needed to leave sooner. The quicker they all got ready, the better. "Girls, could you get the Bibles ready? We're heading to Church a little early today. We need to make a stop first." "Okay, Daddy!" both girls replied, quickly getting up from the couch and preparing for Church. Their family attended a small home-based church with about five families. They found that there was more community that way. Church service started at 11 a.m. on Sundays, and it was currently 9:10 am. The drive usually only took 30 minutes. Giving them only 30 minutes or so to shop if they left by 9:30 or 10. "Kris, you better hurry up with that shower. We're leaving for Church in 30 minutes. If you're not out in 15, I'll come in there turn off the hot water," Kevin said, trying to incentivize him. Kris quickly hopped into the shower and gave himself a quick but thorough cleaning He didn't know how long it took, all he knew was his Dad hadn't came in. So it must have been under 15 minutes. Stepping out of the shower, Kris heard his brother, Kyle, knock on the door. "I got you a change of clothes." "Thanks, be there in a second." Kris felt grateful that his brother had gotten him some clothes to change into. He quickly dried himself off, and opened the door a crack to grab the clothes. Luckily for him, it looked like Kyle had picked something he would enjoy wearing. Kris got dressed and sat on the toilet for a few moments, trying to calm down from the craziness this day turned out to be. Kris's moment of peace was short-lived as he heard another knock on the door. "Don't forget to use the bathroom before we leave. I don't want you peeing yourself while we are at the store." Kevin spoke briefly on the other side of the door. He wanted to hit the road soon. He always hated it when they were late. In his mind, if you're on time, you're late. "I will," Kris felt numb to his Dad's remark, already feeling destroyed for the day. The jabs felt like nothing; he was already miserable, and no one could make him feel any worse. He flipped up the lid on the toilet and tried to get anything and everything out. But nothing came out except for a few small farts. Not wanting to delay them, he quickly finished up and got ready to leave for Church. Kris opened the bathroom door and looked around, trying to see if his Dad was around. Not seeing any sight of him, he ran over to his mom. "Why are we going to the store before Church? I thought shopping was next week?" Kris hoped the reasoning wasn't what he thought it was. "I don't know, bud. Dad wants to make a quick stop before we get to Church this time," Kim lied. She knew that Kevin finally lost it and wanted to get Kris diapers, but she didn't have the heart to tell him. She secretly hoped that Kevin would just drop the subject but knew that wasn't likely to happen. Kris knew he was on the smaller side for his age, weighing only 46 lb. and measuring 3ft 8 inches. He was mad that he got placed back in a booster seat; now, he and Sam were both stuck in them. For a short while, he was able to go without them, finally feeling like the older brother to his sister, despite his accidents. The roll back to a booster seat, was a huge shot to his ego. The laws had changed to be based on weight or height limits instead of age, so he had no choice in the matter, yet another thing stolen from him. With everyone ready, the family started to pile into the car. Kris crawled into the back seat next to his younger sister, Sam. Even though he often had trouble buckling himself in, he could still manage it himself. "Everyone buckled?" Kevin asked from the driver's seat. "Yes," all the kids replied. Kevin was happy that all the kids managed to get buckled and settled in without issues for a change. He felt a small smile forming on his face. "Man, if only they behaved this well all the time," Kevin thought, but he knew they were only behaving because he was angry. The drive to the store was uneventful, which shocked Kevin. Normally, they have some type of argument, but it was total peace back there for a change. Kris sat in the back, trying to stay calm, but his nerves were getting the best of him. He didn't want to disappoint his dad or cause any more trouble. He just hoped that everything would be okay. Kevin pulled into a parking spot at the megastore. Kris tried to keep his anxiety in check as he unbuckled and made his way out of the car, following his family into the store. He knew that his dad was probably going to buy diapers for him. "Kyle, could you grab a cart for us, please?" Kevin asked, his tone softened. The drive over was enough of a break to take off the edge. Kyle wasted no time grabbing the cart and quickly ran back over with it. Kris followed his Dad and family into the store. He kept his eyes down, hoping no one would notice him. He felt small and vulnerable, like a little kid. He noticed that they were heading straight toward the baby section. His heart raced as his worst fear was becoming a reality. They were really going to buy diapers for him. He felt a lump form in his throat as they approached the diaper aisle. "Daddy, I don't need diapers," Kris said, his voice shaking a little. "Sorry, bud, I told you we would get them. Besides, your actions lately would say otherwise." Kevin replied, trying to sound gentle. "They'll be for you to wear at night, just in case. None of us want to keep cleaning your bed." Kris felt his face turn red. He didn't want to wear diapers like a baby. He knew he was a big kid. "Okay, let's see what we have here," Kevin began scanning the shelves, trying to find out which ones would fit him. He picked out a few different options. He found some nighttime pull-ups and some size 7 diapers that looked like they might do the trick, even if it was just to scare him into behaving better. "These should do the trick," Kevin handed Kris each box and package from the shelves he wanted to buy. He kept the selection semi-limited, only grabbing three different styles. Kris saw his sisters giggle slightly as he placed the box of size 7 diapers into the cart. He felt tears forming in his eyes. He didn't want to wear diapers. He wanted to be a big boy like his siblings. He knew that his dad was doing what he thought was best for him. Even if it made Kris feel embarrassed and small. As they checked out and headed back to the car, Kris kept his head down, hoping that no one would notice the boxes of diapers in their cart. He felt ashamed and humiliated. He knew that his dad loved him, but days like today made it a little hard for him to be close to him. He tried to focus on the thought of playing with his friends when they got to Church, but knowing that the diapers were easily visible in the back of their Suburban made him feel nervous that someone would see it. Chapter 5: Stressed Out Kris tried to keep his emotions under control as they pulled up to the home where their Church was held. It was a small, cozy place with a white picket fence and a large backyard. Kris was relieved to see that all of the other families were already there. There was no way anyone would see the diapers then, as they were the furthest away from the house at this point. He had a feeling his Dad was upset that they were late, but he couldn't see any signs if he was or not. Kris grabbed his things, including his Dad's bible, racing his younger sister down the stairs around the side of the house. They had a friendly competition between them over who could get into the house the fastest. They always had to slow down slightly as they approached the sliding glass door, not wanting to damage it or the host family's home. Entering the house, they set their bibles on the seats. They wanted to play with the other kids, but before they got the chance, they heard the other parents call them back to get ready for service to start. Kris felt disappointed; he had hoped he would have gotten a chance to play a little bit, at least before service started. His family joined them shortly after the kids returned and took their seats. Kris wanted to be frustrated, but he knew he was the cause of their lateness. With everyone in their seats, the service started. Kris's heart sank as they took prayer request for the week. He couldn't believe his ears when his Dad asked for them to pray about Kris's bedwetting problem. Kris wanted to sink away in his seat, to just disappear. One of his friends at Church knew about his issue, but that was because they had sleepovers all the time. Out side of him, he didn't think any of the other kids knew about it. He had to fight his emotions to just run away and hide, as he heard some of the other kids giggle, quickly being hushed by their parents. Kris knew he could do nothing about the situation. He tried to bury his face into his bible, and song book every chance he got. He followed along with the lesson like he always did. Zoning out mostly, he joined, singing along with the songs, but everything else felt like a bore. Before he knew it, the service was over, and the families were chatting about their week. It was one of the things they did to connect a little bit more. Kris both enjoyed and hated this part. He counted how many families were left before they were finally done. But every time it got to them in the past, he would get excited. He loved it when his parents talked about him and his siblings. They normally just talk about the good highlights, which always makes him feel special. He felt his anxiety rise as his Dad started to talk about their week. He was worried that he would talk about his bed wetting again. He was shocked that his Dad hand't brought it up again. Kris was relieved that service was finally over, but he felt tired. Everything was stressing him out, and the boredom of service didn't help. He wanted to just leave and go home, forgetting this nightmare ever happened. Unfortunately for him, his parents wanted to stick around for a while, chatting with the other adults. Kris began panicking. Would the other kids pick on him for wetting the bed? Would any of them find out about the diapers? He couldn't stop thinking about the box of diapers in the car. He felt embarrassed and ashamed as if he was somehow less of a person because he needed them. "Hey Kris! You wanna come play with us?" Breaking from his thoughts, he was hesitant, worried they might just want to pick on him. Play house or something and make him the baby. Kris looked at his friend, who had broken him out of his worries. It was Ben. Ben had already known about his accidents, so there was no way he would be planning something. Pushing his worries aside, Kris ran over to play with his friend for a while, distracting himself. Kris felt normal as he played with the other kids. No one said anything or even implied anything about his bed-wetting. He thought one of his siblings would have said something, but it seemed like they were content just having fun with the other kids. "Time to clean up." Kris heard his Mom call down the hallway. He felt bummed that they couldn't play longer but was happy he at least got a chance to have some fun before they had to leave. He grabbed his things and his Dad's bible, just like when he came in. Walking out the door and heading back up to the car was less of a race. Kris suddenly felt his Dad's hand on his shoulder, standing behind him. "You okay, bud?" He asked reassuringly. His Dad wasn't angry anymore. Kris could see a genuine interest in him, and how he was doing. Kris nodded, but he wasn't feeling okay at all. He felt ashamed for needing diapers, and he was sure that everyone knew it. Kevin placed his hand on Kris's back and gently nudged him on. "Come on, let's go home,". Kris climbed into the backseat of the car, feeling small and defeated as his eyes made contact with the box of diapers in the back. He buckled himself in and watched as his family got settled in the front. They drove away from Church. Kris couldn't shake the feeling that he was different from everyone else. He didn't want to be a burden, but he couldn't help feeling like he was. Kevin glanced back at Kris in the rearview mirror. "Hey, I know this is tough," he started. "But you did great at Church today. We'll get this bedwetting thing under control in no time, okay?" Kris didn't respond. He just looked out the window, trying to hold back tears. He knew that this wasn't going to go away overnight. He wanted it to, but he had no control over the situation. Kris was glad when they finally got home. He took his bible inside. He thought his parents were going to make him take the diapers in the house as well, or take them upstairs, but they hadn't said anything. Exhausted from the lack of sleep and from the emotional turmoil of the day. Kris decided he was going to take a nap. He normally didn't like taking a nap, not even in the car, but today. He needed it. He made his way upstairs, and climbed up into bed. His mattress was still slightly damp from cleaning it. Not wanting to get cold, he grabbed an extra blanket he kept in their closet, and placed it down on the mattress. He lay there, staring up at his ceiling. He had posters up for different events they went to. He felt lost, and alone. Like no other kid knew what it was like to be like him. He felt he was the only one in the world with these issues. But, as he lay there, he remembered that there are millions of other kids all around the world. There had to be other kids like him. He knew there was no way he was actually alone. Even with how his Dad acted, he knew he still loved him. Slowly, he started to feel a little better. He knew that things wouldn't be easy, but he also knew that he had his family to help him through. He closed his eyes, tired of thinking, tired of remembering, tired from being tired, and slowly drifted off to sleep. Little did he know, it was a bad idea to have fallen asleep... Chapter 6: Not Again… Kris shifted in his bed, slowly waking up from his nap. Stretching his arms up after getting some much-needed shuteye, he froze, reality shattering in with the awareness of another bedwetting episode. "Not again," Kris thought to himself. The familiar scent of his embarrassment was in the air. He climbed off his ladder, connected to his top bunk, and over to his dresser after yet another accident. Trying to hide his shame. "This is the third time today." Kris thought with defeat. "This isn't fair; I don't want to wear diapers." Kris opened his dresser drawer to get a new pair of underwear and clean pants. "You can't be serious," He whispered while looking through the drawers, franticly looking for some fresh underwear and pants, only to find none. Not even the pair of pants he usually doesn't wear. "Where are they?" Kris changed his focus to the dirty laundry, but there was nothing there either. Kris begins to tear up. "No. It's not fair. Where are they? I can't even find pajama pants." While Kris was sleeping, Kim asked Kyle to grab all his pants and underwear. This way, if he had an accident, he wouldn't be able to hide and lie about it. Feeling flustered on what to do, Kris stood there, contemplating the next steps. The thought of going downstairs in his soaked pants made his stomach churn with embarrassment. The alternative, staying upstairs to avoid the potential judgment from his family, seemed equally daunting. It would only be a matter of time before someone came up to check on him; then what would he do? After an internal debate, Kris took a deep breath and decided to face the consequences. He carefully headed down the stairs, each step accompanied by the hushed rustle of fabric. As he approached the bottom, a knot of anxiety tightened in his chest. Kris's older brother, Kyle, was in the living room with the rest of the family, engrossed in the TV. As Kris cautiously emerged, Kyle's eyes widened, and a mischievous grin played on his lips. "Hey, Kris! Nice pants! Did you have a little accident?" Kyle called out, his voice carrying through the room. A flush of embarrassment painted Kris's cheeks as he attempted to play it cool, doing his best to shield his pants from prying eyes. The living room fell silent, the TV momentarily forgotten as the family turned their attention to Kris's descent. "Seriously, Kris? Did you pee yourself?" Tammi, his older sister, chimed in with a teasing tone. Kris winced but nodded reluctantly, "Yeah, okay, I did. Can we not make a big deal out of it?" The silence lingered briefly before erupting into laughter and an onslaught of teasing from the family. "Dude! Did you forget how to use the bathroom or something?" Kevin, his father, spoke up, feeling frustrated. Kyle added, "Good thing we got you those diapers, Kris! Looks like you can use one right about now." "No..." Kris began, his voice trailing as he realized he had no ground to stand on with his current state. His shoulders slumped in defeat. His attempt to argue back was halted by the reality of his soaked pants and the amused expressions of his family. He shot a glare at Kyle, who was reveling in the moment. Sensing Kris's distress, Kim stepped forward; concern etched across her face. "Come on, Kris. Let's get you cleaned up." She motioned for him to follow her. As they retreated to the bathroom, Kris couldn't help but complain, "Where did all of my pants go? I couldn't find anything!" Kim sighed, understanding the frustration in Kris's voice. "I asked Kyle to gather your clothes, sweetie. These accidents are just something we're going to have to work through together. Hiding them won't help." Kris shot back, "But it's embarrassing! I don't want everyone knowing!" Kim knelt to Kris's eye level, her tone soft but firm. "Honey, we're a family. We support each other. You're not alone in this; we're here to help you. Now, let's focus on cleaning you up, and then we can talk about how to make things a bit easier for you, okay?" Kris simply nodded, still having a heavy heart. As Kim started helping Kris change into dry clothes, she suggested, "Maybe, for now, you could try wearing one of the diapers we got. It might help avoid these situations, and you'll know what it'll feel like later tonight." Kris's face scrunched up with reluctance. "A diaper? Mom, I don't want to wear diapers. I'm not a baby!" Kim looked at Kris, her eyes filled with empathy. "I know it's not ideal, sweetheart, but it could be a temporary solution while we work through this. You're not a baby; it's about finding a way to make things a bit easier for you. What do you think?" Kris hesitated, conflicted by the idea of wearing a diaper. He didn't want to give in to the teasing from his siblings, especially Kyle's recent comment. The thought of it made him feel small and helpless. "I don't know, Mom. I just don't want everyone to think I'm a baby," Kris muttered, looking down at the floor. Kim sighed, continuing to help Kris change into dry clothes. She spoke gently, "Kris, I understand this is hard for you, but wearing a diaper doesn't make you a baby. It's just a temporary measure to help you through a challenging time. Let's try it for now, and we'll work together to find a better solution." Kris remained resistant, his brows furrowed in frustration. "But Mom, I really don't want to. It's embarrassing, and Kyle just made that comment about diapers. I don't want to prove him right." "I know, Kris, but we need to find a way to manage this. The diaper is just a tool, and I promise we'll keep working on a more permanent solution. It's not about proving anyone right; it's about taking care of yourself." "I can't," Kris protested, his voice shaky. "I won't wear a diaper." Kim looked at Kris with a mix of empathy and determination. "Kris, I need you to understand that this is for your own comfort and well-being. We're a team, and as a team, we need to make decisions that are best for everyone. It's not just about what you want right now; it's about finding a way for all of us to get through this together." Kris sighed in frustration, feeling the weight of the situation. "Mom, I really can't." Kim, maintaining her resolve, looked directly into Kris's eyes. "Alright, Kris. I didn't want to do this, but if you don't wear the diaper willingly, I won't be able to give you any pants, and you'll have to go out with just the diaper on. It's your choice, sweetheart. Will you wear the diaper willingly or choose the second option?" Kris hesitated, realizing that his mom wasn't going to back down. Chapter 7: The Reveal Kris stood there, his mind swirling with conflicting emotions. On one hand, he dreaded the idea of wearing a diaper, feeling like it would only magnify his embarrassment. On the other hand, the thought of not being able to wear pants and still needing to wear a diaper felt unfair. After a moment of tense silence, Kim broke the standoff with a gentle yet firm voice. "I understand this is hard for you, but I need you to choose. Will you wear the diaper willingly, or do we go with the second option?" Kris hesitated, feeling the weight of his decision bearing down on him. Finally, with a heavy sigh, he nodded. "Okay, Mom. I'll wear it." Kim's face softened into a small smile of relief. "Thank you, Kris. I know this isn't easy for you, but I promise we'll work through this together." She reached over to the sink, where a package of pull-up diapers lay. "Now, there are two designs for you to choose from." Holding out the two different designs for him to see. "There's the Hulk, and the other is radioactive. Which one do you want?" Kris glanced at the designs, feeling a glimmer of amusement amidst his discomfort. "Um, I guess...the Hulk one." Kim nodded, setting aside the radioactive design. "Great choice! Let's get you changed into this; then, we can join everyone out in the living room. Dad has some exciting news he wants to share with everyone." As Kris pulled up the diaper, he couldn't help but notice how different it felt compared to his usual underwear. It was thicker and bulkier, and the sensation of it hugging his waist felt strange and unfamiliar. Despite his reservations, he found a small sense of relief in knowing that he would at least have a clean pair of pants to wear over it. Once he was dressed, Kim knelt to his level, her expression full of warmth and encouragement. "How does it feel? Is it comfortable?" Kris hesitated, searching for the right words. "It's...weird. But I guess it's not too bad." Kim smiled, relieved that Kris had agreed to wear the diaper. "That's good to hear. I'm sure it'll feel more comfortable as you get used to it." She handed him a pair of pants, and Kris eagerly slipped them on, grateful for the added layer of coverage. As he adjusted the waistband, he couldn't help but steal a glance at himself in the mirror, half expecting to see the diaper outline beneath the fabric. To his surprise, there was no obvious sign of the diaper's presence. It was hidden well under his pants. Kris felt a rush of relief wash over him, realizing that maybe this wouldn't be as bad as he had feared. Kim watched Kris with a knowing smile, seeing the relief wash over his face. She knew that Kris was still self-conscious about wearing the diaper, but she hoped that with time, he would come to see it as just another part of his routine. As they left the bathroom, Kim lightly patted Kris on the butt, a gesture of encouragement and support. "You're doing great, Kris. Now, let's go see what exciting news Dad has for us." As Kris walked ahead of his mom towards the living room, Kim couldn't help but notice the slight outline of the diaper beneath his pants. It was subtle, barely noticeable to anyone who wasn't looking for it, but to Kim, it was a stark reminder of the challenges Kris was facing. She hoped that none of the other kids would notice. The last thing Kris needed was more teasing and embarrassment from his siblings, especially after Kyle's comment about him needing a diaper now. Kim's heart ached for her son, knowing how much he dreaded being the center of attention for something he couldn't control. As they approached the living room, Kris's steps slowed slightly, his worry noticeable in the way he glanced around nervously, waiting for his mom to catch up. Kim could sense his fears of his siblings' reactions. Sure enough, as they entered the room, Kris's fears were realized. Tammi and Kyle were sitting on the couch, their eyes lighting up with mischief as they spotted Kris. "Hey, look who's here! It's diaper boy!" Kyle exclaimed, a smirk playing on his lips. Kris's heart sank at the sound of Kyle's taunting voice. He felt a surge of frustration and embarrassment, knowing that his siblings were already making fun of him. "Knock it off, Kyle," Kris retorted, his voice tinged with irritation. "It's not funny." Tammi joined in with a snicker, "Yeah, I guess he's officially a baby now, huh?" "I'm not a baby!" Kris retorted, his voice trembling slightly with frustration. "I just...I had an accident, okay?" But Kyle and Tammi seemed unfazed, continuing to taunt Kris with smirks and snide remarks. "Aw, poor baby Kris," Kyle taunted, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Need mommy to change your diaper?" Tammi chimed in, "Yeah, maybe we should start calling you Baby Kris from now on!" Kris felt a surge of anger boiling within him, his fists clenching even tighter as he struggled to maintain his composure. He wanted to lash out, to scream and shout at his siblings for their cruelty. But deep down, he knew that wouldn't solve anything. Instead, he took a deep breath, forcing himself to stay calm despite the overwhelming urge to retaliate. "You guys are jerks," he muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible. As Kris fought to control his emotions, Kevin's voice boomed from across the room, cutting through the tension like a knife. "Enough!" His tone was sharp, his frustration evident as he glared at Kyle and Tammi. Kris looked up, relief flooding through him at the sight of his father stepping in. Kevin's eyes narrowed as he addressed his other children. "That was too far. Kyle, Tammi, apologize to your brother. Now." Kyle and Tammi exchanged guilty glances, their smirks fading as they realized the severity of their father's tone. "Sorry, Kris," they mumbled in unison, their voices barely above a whisper, gazing down, unwilling to look at him face to face. Kevin's stern reprimand seemed to deflate the tension in the room, and Kris let out a silent sigh of relief as his siblings begrudgingly offered their apologies. It was a small victory, but at least for now, the teasing had stopped. "Alright, now that is behind us," Kevin declared, his voice firm but calm. "I have some exciting news to share with all of you." Kris's ears perked up at the mention of exciting news, momentarily distracted from the lingering discomfort of the earlier confrontation. He glanced at his father, curiosity sparking in his eyes. Kevin's expression softened into a warm smile as he gestured towards the envelope in his hand. "Well, I ran into an old friend of mine the other day, and he offered us something pretty special." He paused for dramatic effect, relishing in the anticipation building among his children. "Tickets to Disney World." The words hung in the air, eliciting gasps of astonishment and excitement from Kris and his siblings alike. Kris's eyes widened in disbelief, his heart racing with anticipation at the thought of visiting the magical world of Disney. "Really? We're going to Disney World?" Kris exclaimed, his voice tinged with excitement. Kevin nodded, his smile widening at his children's enthusiastic reactions. "That's right. We leave in two weeks." Kris could hardly contain his excitement, his mind buzzing with visions of thrilling rides and beloved characters. He glanced at his siblings, seeing the same spark of excitement mirrored in their eyes. Tammi let out a squeal of delight, imagining herself posing with her favorite princesses. Kyle grinned from ear to ear, eager to experience Disney World for the first time. Even Sam, being oddly quiet this whole time, jumped about with excitement. As the initial shock wore off, the room erupted into a frenzy of excited chatter and planning. Kevin watched with a sense of satisfaction, grateful for the opportunity to create cherished memories with his family. But amidst the excitement, Kris couldn't shake being nervous about wearing diapers at night now. The thought of exploring Disney World with his secret being left at the hotel for anyone to find weighs heavily on his mind. What if someone found them? Would his friends back at home find out? What would others think of him? Nevertheless, as he watched his family eagerly discussing plans and packing lists, Kris couldn't help but feel excited. This would be the first family vacation they have gone on, and to Disney World, no less! With that thought in mind, Kris was swept away in the excitement of the impending adventure, determined to make the most of every magical moment at the happiest place on earth. Chapter 8: Night One As dinner time approached, Kris's stomach churned with a mix of excitement and anxiety. The smell of his mother's cooking filled the air, giving him a temporary sense of peace. He took his seat at the table, feeling the soft padding under his butt as he sat on the hard wooden chair. It was both comfortable, and awkward having this newfound softness added. Shortly after, his siblings gathered around as they eagerly anticipated their meal. "So, Kris," Tammi began, her tone teasing as she shot him a mischievous grin. "Do you think you'll be able to handle all the excitement at Disney World without having any accidents?" Kris felt a flush of embarrassment creep up his cheeks at Tammi's remark, his heart sinking as he braced himself for another round of teasing from his siblings. Before he could respond, Kyle chimed in with a smirk, "Yeah, I heard some of those rides can be pretty intense. Are you sure you won't need a diaper change halfway through?" Kris clenched his jaw, his fists tightening as he fought to maintain his composure. He desperately wanted to sink beneath the table, away from the prying eyes and taunting remarks of his siblings. But despite his frustration, Kris knew that retaliating would only fuel their teasing further. So, he took a deep breath, forcing himself to plaster on a fake smile as he replied, "Ha-ha, very funny, guys. I'll be fine, thank you very much." His words sounded weak even to his ears, but Kris refused to let his siblings see how much their teasing truly affected him. Instead, he focused on his dinner, silently praying for the conversation to shift away from his bedwetting struggles. "That's enough, you two!" Kevin's voice is firm and authoritative. "I just told you two to knock it off in the living room a minute ago. If you keep doing this, you'll get a spanking." His siblings fell silent under their father's stern gaze, and Kris breathed a small sigh of relief. He appreciated his dad's intervention, even if it was a temporary relief from their teasing. With the topic changed, the family was able to enjoy the rest of dinner without incident. Despite the anxiety bubbling in Kris's stomach, he managed to put on a brave face and join in the conversation, even mustering a few laughs at his siblings' jokes that weren't about him for a change. Once dinner ended, Kim instructed Kris and Sam to help clear the table. Kris nodded as he gathered up the empty plates. Sam skipped over to him, a cheerful smile lighting up her face as she grabbed a stack of dishes. "Come on, Kris! Let's race to see who can finish first!" she exclaimed, her enthusiasm infectious as she ran towards the kitchen. Kris chuckled, the tension easing slightly as he followed his younger sister's lead. He focused on the task at hand, determined to prove that he could handle the simplest of chores and beat his little sister. As they worked, Kris felt a familiar pressure building in his bladder. He glanced toward the bathroom, noting his need to go, but he also knew that helping his mom with the chores was important. Ignoring the discomfort, he continued to clear the table. But as the minutes passed, the urge to use the bathroom became too strong to ignore. Kris excused himself, intending to quickly relieve himself before returning to help Sam. However, as he made his way toward the bathroom, Sam's voice rang out behind him, her tone accusatory. "Hey! Where do you think you're going? We're supposed to be cleaning up together!" Kris paused, turning to face his sister with a sheepish expression. "I just need to use the bathroom real quick. I'll be right back." But Sam wasn't convinced, her brow furrowing in suspicion. "Mom! Dad! Kris isn't helping!" she called out, her voice carrying through the house. Kris's heart sank as he watched his parents enter the room, their expressions questioning. "I just need to use the bathroom real quick." He told them, hoping they would understand. Kim's face softened with understanding, but Kevin's expression remained stern. "Alright. Hurry up and come back to help," he instructed, his tone leaving no room for argument. With a nod of gratitude, Kris rushed to the bathroom, relief flooding through him as he used the bathroom. But even as he relieved himself, he couldn't shake the sting of embarrassment at being accused of shirking his responsibilities by his younger sister. While washing his hands, he couldn't help but notice that the pack of nighttime diapers that were in here earlier was gone, nowhere to be seen. Even looking under the sink and trying to find them, nada, they were gone. As Kris returns to help Sam with the dishes, he tries to push aside the embarrassment of the earlier incident. However, unbeknownst to him, his attempt to discreetly readjust his pants wasn't as successful as he hoped. The diaper's edge peeked out from the waistband, visible to any onlookers. While walking back from the bathroom and heading towards the kitchen, Kris could see his two older siblings out in the living room. Unwilling to make eye contact, he quickly rushed past to get back to help. Tammi and Kyle kept quiet, not wanting to test their dad, but looked at each other and gave a small snicker, seeing the diaper sticking out of the back of his pants. Back in the kitchen, Sam was absorbed in her task and didn't notice the diaper until she leaned over to place a plate on the counter. Her eyes widened in surprise as she caught a glimpse of the telltale edge. She straightened up, turning to Kris with a curious expression. "Hey, Kris," she whispered, a curious expression on her face. "Are you wearing a diaper?" Kris's heart skipped a beat, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as he glanced around to ensure no one else heard. Then, checking his back, he noticed his pants were down slightly, showing it off. His cheeks were now burning with embarrassment. After hesitating for a moment, he nodded sheepishly. At the same time, pulling his pants back into place. "Yeah, I am," he admitted quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. Sam's eyes widened with surprise, but she quickly composed herself and leaned in closer, her voice barely a whisper, "Is it because of your accident earlier?" Kris nodded again, grateful for Sam's understanding and discretion. He didn't know how he would have handled it if she had teased him like his other siblings. "Don't worry," Sam whispered, her voice filled with innocence. "I won't tell anyone. It's our little secret." Kris's shoulders relaxed as he let out a sigh of relief. He knew he could trust Sam to keep his secret safe. With that weight lifted off his chest, he felt a newfound sense of comfort in their relationship. "Thanks," he whispered back, offering her a small but genuine smile. With the dishes cleared away, Kris and Sam joined the rest of their family in the living room. They settled down on the couch, enjoying the warmth and comfort of their home as they prepared for the rest of the evening. As they watched TV, Kris felt a sense of normalcy return, the tension from earlier dissipating with each passing moment. He chuckled at the antics of the characters on screen, feeling grateful for the distraction from his own worries. While relaxing, Kyle's voice interrupted his thoughts. "Hey, Kris," Kyle said, holding out a bowl of popcorn. "Want to share?" Kris hesitated momentarily; he hated when the kernels got stuck in his teeth. Despite the teasing from earlier, Kris knew his brother didn't actually dislike him. With a small smile, he nodded and grabbed a handful. "Thanks, Kyle," he said, his voice sincere as he passed the bowl back to his brother. Kyle grinned back at him, their tension easing as they shared a bowl of popcorn while watching TV to end the day. As the evening wore on, the family went about their usual routine. They took turns showering and getting ready for bed, the familiar rituals providing comfort and stability amidst the chaos of the day's struggles. As Kris made his way upstairs to prepare for bed, he couldn't shake off the lingering discomfort from the events of the day. Despite the break from his siblings' teasing, the memory of his exposed diaper and their whispered conversations still nagged at him. How could he be so careless? Entering his room, Kris approached his dresser, intending to retrieve his pajamas for the night. However, as he pulled open the drawers, his heart sank as he realized they were still empty. "Mom must still have them," Kris muttered, his frustration rising as he realized he would have to confront his mother about it. Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, Kris made his way to his parent's room, his footsteps echoing softly in the quiet hallway. He paused outside the closed door, hesitating for a moment before mustering up the courage to knock. "Mom?" Kris called out tentatively, his voice barely above a whisper as he knocked. The door creaked open, revealing Kim's tired but welcoming smile as she greeted her son. "Hey there, bud. What's up?" Kris hesitated momentarily, "Um, Mom, I... I need some pajamas," he stammered, his gaze dropping to the floor in shame. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment at the fact that he needed to ask his mom for clothes. "Oh, honey, I'm so sorry," she said gently, her voice laced with regret. "I completely forgot to give them back to you. Here, let me get you a pair." Kim momentarily disappeared into the room before emerging with a pair of pajamas. She handed them to Kris, her smile apologetic as she met his gaze. "Here you go, sweetheart," she said softly. "I'm sorry for forgetting. You can wear these tonight," she said while handing Kris the only onesie pajama he still had left. Kris hardly ever wears it, as it's a bit itchy. But he isn't about to argue, it's been a long enough day as is. "Thank you." Kris accepted the pajamas with a grateful but exhausted smile. "Do you need a new diaper too?" Kris's eyes got huge; he wasn't expecting his mom to ask if he needed a diaper so casually. He hesitated, his stomach churning with discomfort. He glanced down at the clean diaper he was wearing, feeling a surge of embarrassment at the thought of his mom thinking he might have had an accident in it already. "N-no, I'm okay," he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. "This one's still clean." Kim nodded understandingly, though Kris could sense a hint of concern in her eyes. She didn't press the issue further, offering him a reassuring smile as she ushered him off to shower. "Alright, sweetheart. Just let me know if you need anything. Even if it's in the middle of the night and it leaks, okay?" she said gently, her hand resting on his shoulder comfortingly. The weight of his mother's words settled heavily on his shoulders. The idea of his diaper leaking in the middle of the night sent a shiver of anxiety down his spine. He nodded silently, unable to find his voice as he swallowed back his fears. "Okay, Mom," he finally managed to murmur, his voice barely audible as he forced a weak smile. Kim's expression softened, her hand giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze. "It's okay. Now go take your shower and get ready for bed. You'll feel better after a good night's rest," she encouraged. Kris nodded again, offering his mom a small but appreciative smile before stepping into the bathroom. As he closed the door behind him, he leaned heavily against the sink, his mind racing with worries and doubts. He couldn't shake off the worry about the possibility of his diaper leaking in the middle of the night. The thought of waking up in a wet bed, embarrassing himself further, sent a shiver down his spine. Pushing the thoughts to the side, Kris opted to get his shower done and over with. It's been a long day, and they have a trip in two weeks that he can't wait for. 13 nights until they leave. As he emerged from the shower, Kris wrapped himself in a towel, his thoughts consumed by the uncertainty of what lay ahead: would he have accidents at Disney World? Are the rides really scary? What will the plane ride be like? It's his first time, after all. He dried himself off mechanically, his movements automatic as he tried to push aside his fears. His fingers hesitated as he reached for his clothes, hovering uncertainly over the diaper. Did he really need to put it back on? Then he glanced at the onesie pajamas his mom had given him; why did she have to pick those of all the sets he had? Seeing the pair made him feel even more like a baby, a stark reminder of his vulnerability. With a heavy sigh, Kris reluctantly slipped into the diaper and his pajamas, feeling the scratchy fabric against his skin as he struggled to adjust to the annoying sensation. He couldn't shake off the feeling of being exposed and the helplessness of having his accidents and the solution to them on display for everyone to see. How did this day go so wrong? But despite his misgivings, Kris knew he had no choice but to soldier on. With a resigned sigh, he climbed up his ladder to his bunk upon reaching the top, a reminder from earlier in the day. No one cleaned up his accident from his nap. Kris hung his head low as he climbed back down his ladder to ask his mom for help yet again. "What's up, dude?" Kyle asked as he was crawling into his bottom bunk. "My bed is still wet from earlier," Kris responded, giving up on trying to hide anything at this point in the day. He just wanted to go to sleep and forget all about this day. "You didn't clean it up yet?" "No." "Dad just showed you how to earlier. Why didn't you just clean it up?" "I didn't think about it; I kind of forgot about it with everything that's happened today." "What's going on, you two? Lights should have been out by now?" Kevin came over to check in on his two boys. "Kris's bed is still wet from when he peed himself earlier today," Kyle told his dad nonchalantly. *Sigh* "Alright, grab the shampooer you're doing it this time." Kevin told Kris while looking annoyed but drained at the same time. Not nearly as angry as he saw him last time they cleaned his bed. Kris quickly left their room and went downstairs to get the shampooer from the laundry room. Luckily for him, it still had some cleaner in it from last time. "Do you remember how to use it?" "Yes, sir," Kris replied as he started up his ladder. "Good, hurry up and get it cleaned up. I'll be back in a minute with a towel you can put down and a new set of sheets." Kevin instructed Kris as he left the room. Tired and just wanting to be done with the day, Kris rushed in to clean the bed. Spraying down the cleaner, then using the nozzle to suck up the mucky yellow grime and bubbles laden in the fibers. The two scents swirled together, creating an unpleasant combination but leaving behind at least a milder scent on the bed. Once finished to the point where the bed was at least acceptable to lay in, he climbed down his ladder and set the shampooer to the side of their bed. He didn't want to return it downstairs. He was done and just wanted the night to end. He then stood in front of the ladder, waiting for his father to return with the promised towel. Kevin returned a moment later with a fluffy towel tucked beneath one arm and a new pair of sheets in the crook of his other. Looking to the shampooer, he tossed the towel up on the top bunk while reaching for the machine, he dropped the sheets to the floor. "Make the bed, and go to sleep." His father said as he exited the room without glancing at Kris. Not wanting the night to drag on any longer than it had to, Kyle got out of bed and helped Kris make his bed by handing him his sheets and a new blanket. "Night dude," Kyle told his brother, as he turned off the light and got back into bed himself, pulling up the novel he had been reading. Exhausted from the day, Kris felt himself drifting off to sleep, his worries and fears momentarily forgotten in the embrace of slumber. Chapter 9: New Routines A few days had passed since the family's decision to use night diapers for Kris. The household had settled into a new routine, one that involved Kris needing to greet his mom and siblings downstairs in the morning before he could get changed and take a shower. It was frustrating, needing to ask for his clothes each day as if he couldn't be trusted to clothe himself without trying to hide something. For Kris, these days were a mix of relief and anxiety. The diapers offered a sense of security, knowing he wouldn't wake up in a wet bed. The mornings were particularly challenging for Kris. As he woke up, he would gingerly check his diaper, his heart sinking at the realization that it was wet once again. He would silently curse himself for not being able to control his bladder like a normal kid—a constant reminder of his predicament, a fact that was not lost on his siblings. Kyle and Tammi had toned down their teasing, at least in front of their parents. Still giving Kris a knowing look or smirk on occasions whenever he had to ask for clothes or the topic of his bedwetting came up. On the other hand, Sam kept her promise and never mentioned Kris's diapers to anyone else. He was grateful for her loyalty, even if it didn't completely erase his embarrassment. However, the worst part came when he had to face his family at the breakfast table. He could feel their curious gazes lingering on him, their unspoken question hanging in the air. Was he dry this time? He ignored the whispers and glances, focusing instead on his breakfast. Despite his efforts to ignore it, Kris couldn't escape the sensation of his wet diaper as he sat down to eat breakfast. The crinkle of the diaper seemed louder than ever. Every shift in his seat brought a new awareness of the soggy padding between his legs. As he picked at his food, Kris felt shame and frustration. He hated the way his family tiptoed around the topic of his bedwetting, their sympathy only serving to highlight his embarrassment. He longed for things to return to "normal," to wake up in a dry bed and not worry about diapers or accidents. Across the table, Kris could sense the curious glances of his family, their eyes flickering briefly in his direction before hastily averting their gaze. He knew what they were thinking, even if they didn't say it out loud. He was the diaper boy now, the one who couldn't even control his bladder, just like a baby. After he finished breakfast, Kris sat in the lingering discomfort of his wet diaper, waiting for his siblings to finish eating before he could change. His mom broke the silence, her voice gentle yet tinged with concern. "Kris, how did you sleep, bud?" she asked. Kris shrugged, avoiding her gaze. "Fine, I guess," he muttered, not wanting to admit that he'd been able to sleep more soundly through the night. His mom nodded, her expression softening. "That's good to hear. I know this is hard for you, but I'm proud of how you're handling it. You're being really brave." Kris forced a small smile, grateful for her words even as he felt a lump form in his throat. He didn't feel brave; he felt embarrassed and ashamed. But he didn't want to disappoint his mom, so he nodded, silently agreeing. As his siblings finished breakfast and dispersed to start their day, Kris pushed himself away from the table with a heavy sigh. He knew the routine by now: follow Mom to her room, get changed, and try to put on a brave face for another day. With a reluctant shuffle, Kris trailed after his mom, the weight of his soggy pull-up reminding him of his current reality with each step. His heart sank as he entered her room, feeling the familiar mix of embarrassment and resignation wash over him. Kim turned to him with a gentle smile, her eyes full of warmth and understanding. "Let's get you a change of clothes," she said softly, motioning for him to come closer. Kris hesitated momentarily, the knot of shame tightening in his chest. But he knew there was no use fighting it; the sooner he got changed, the sooner he could enjoy the rest of his day. With a resigned nod, he approached his mom, feeling like a little kid again, as she helped him pick out his clothes for the day and directed him toward their bathroom to get cleaned up. Despite the tenderness of his mom's actions, Kris couldn't shake the lingering sense of humiliation that clung to him. Each moment spent in that room felt like an eternity, a reminder of how different his life had become. Before, he would have loved to have story times; now, with his predicament, this room just meant he was a baby needing to rely on his parents. After changing out of his wet pull-up, Kris left his parents' bedroom, trying to shake off the feelings of embarrassment that still clung to him. He was determined to enjoy the day and joined his siblings for some schoolwork. Kris felt a sense of normalcy as they worked through their lessons. Being homeschooled meant he could focus on his studies without the added pressure of dealing with teasing or judgment from classmates outside of his siblings. He was grateful for this small comfort, even as he struggled with his bedwetting. After finishing their schoolwork, their mom gave them some free time, and Kris decided to relax by watching TV with his siblings. As he sat on the couch, the familiar comfort of their family room surrounding him, Kris felt himself beginning to relax. However, as the afternoon wore on, Kris felt a wave of exhaustion wash over him. Despite trying to stay awake, he soon found himself dozing off. As Kris dozed off on the couch, his siblings exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of concern and mischief. "I think he's asleep," Kyle whispered, nudging Tammi with his elbow. Tammi raised an eyebrow. "Should we wake him?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Kyle shrugged, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Nah, let him sleep. The last time he fell asleep, he wet himself. Maybe this time, he'll learn his lesson." Tammi stifled a laugh, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, you're right. It's his fault if he wets himself again." Engrossed in the TV show, Sam was oblivious to their whispered conversation. She sat on the floor, eyes glued to the screen, unaware of her siblings' scheming. A few minutes passed, the room filled with the sound of the TV and Kris's soft snores. Suddenly, Kris jolted awake, a look of panic on his face. He felt warm wetness spreading in his crotch and realized with horror that he was wetting himself. Jumping up from the couch, Kris dashed for the bathroom, his siblings' laughter ringing in his ears. He could feel the wetness soaking through his pants, the shame burning hot on his cheeks. With all his might, Kris ran, hoping to make it to the bathroom in time to finish. Kyle and Tammi watched from the couch, their laughter growing louder as Kris hurried away. Sam, finally noticing the commotion, turned to see Kris's retreating figure, confusion clouding her face. "What's going on?" she asked, looking between Kyle and Tammi. "He wet himself again," Kyle said, barely able to contain his amusement. "Looks like he didn't learn his lesson after all." Tammi giggled, shaking her head. "I can't believe he did it again. What a baby." Sam frowned, feeling a pang of sympathy for Kris. "That's not very nice, guys. It's not his fault." Kyle shrugged. "Maybe not, but it's still funny." Tammi and Kyle exchanged a glance before getting up from the couch and following Kris to the bathroom. They stood outside the door, their whispers barely concealed. "He's such a baby," Tammi muttered, rolling her eyes. Kyle chuckled. "I know, right? How hard is it to control your bladder?" Kris was too late. He stood frozen, a trail of pee leading from the bathroom door, dribbles marking his path to where he stood, a growing puddle forming at his feet. Shame washed over him in waves, his cheeks burning with embarrassment as he heard the mocking voices on the other side of the door. "He must really like the smell of urine because he can't go one day without peeing himself!" Kyle teased from the other side of the door. Tammi bursting into laughter only made Kris feel worse about the situation. Why did they have to follow him over, just to tease him? "I can't believe this is happening again," Kris thought, his heart sinking with each passing moment. He knew the teasing would only intensify now. With a heavy sigh, he forced himself into action, his movements robotic as he hurried to clean up the mess. Grabbing a nearby towel, Kris knelt down, wiping up the puddle on the floor with shaky hands. He felt the weight of his wet clothes clinging uncomfortably to his skin as he worked, the humiliation of the situation nearly suffocating him. With each swipe of the towel, he tried to erase the evidence of his latest accident, but the shame lingered, staining him from within. Once the floor was somewhat dry, Kris turned his attention to himself, hastily wiping his legs dry with the towel before discarding it into a growing pile of wet clothes. Wrapping another towel around his waist, he tried to shield himself from the prying eyes of his family, though he knew it was futile. As he stood there, his heart heavy with embarrassment, Kris couldn't help but wonder when this nightmare would end. Outside, Kim noticed the commotion and walked over, her brow furrowed with concern. "What's going on?" she asked, looking at Tammi and Kyle. Kyle smirked. "The baby had another accident," he said mockingly, earning a stern look from Kim. "Kyle!" she said, exasperated by his attitude. Inside the bathroom, Kris's heart sank. He knew there was no way to hide his accident now. He slowly peeled off the towel, ashamed, and looked down at his pants. They were soaked, the wetness clearly visible. Defeated, Kris opened the bathroom door and stepped out, avoiding eye contact with his family. He knew he had to ask his mom for new clothes. There was no way to hide what had happened. Kim's heart ached with frustration as she saw Kris's situation. She knew how embarrassed he must feel. "Come here," she said gently, leading him away from his siblings. Once they were out of earshot, Kim crouched down to Kris's level, her eyes full of compassion. "It's okay, sweetheart," she whispered, wrapping her arms around him. "Accidents happen, and it doesn't make you any less of a big kid." As Kris stood there, his wet pants clinging uncomfortably to his skin, he couldn't hold back the tears any longer. They streamed down his cheeks as he buried his face in his mom's shoulder, his body shaking with the weight of his emotions. "I-I heard them," Kris choked out between sobs. "Kyle and Tammi... t-they were making fun of me. They called me a baby... they said I liked the smell of urine..." Kim's heart clenched at the pain in her son's voice. She held him tighter, rubbing soothing circles on his back. "Oh, honey," she murmured, her eyes brimming with tears. "I'm so sorry you had to hear that. You're not a baby, sweetheart. You're just going through a tough time, and it's okay to feel upset about it." Kris sniffled, trying to compose himself. "But it hurts, Mom," he whispered, his voice raw with emotion. "It hurts when they say those things..." Kim nodded understandingly, brushing away his tears. "I know, honey. It's not fair, and it's not right for them to tease you like that. You're being so brave, and I'm proud of you. Don't let their words make you feel small." Feeling a surge of protectiveness, Kim made a mental note to have a serious talk with Kevin about Kyle and Tammi's behavior. No sibling should ever make their brother feel ashamed like this. But for now, Kris needed comfort and reassurance. Kim took a deep breath, holding her son at arm's length so she could look him in the eye. "Listen to me," she said firmly, her voice gentle yet firm. "You are loved, you are valued, and you are not alone in this. We're a family, and we stick together, no matter what. If anyone dares to make fun of you again, they'll answer to me. Understand?" Kris nodded, his eyes wide with gratitude. "Th-thank you," he whispered, his voice quivering with emotion. Kim smiled softly, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Anytime, sweetheart. I'm here for you, always." Kim held Kris at arm's length for a moment longer. With a tender smile, she gently nudged him toward the direction of her closet, where his clothes were located. "Go on, sweetheart, get changed." she encouraged him softly. Kris disappeared into his parent's master bathroom for the second time that day. Meanwhile, his mom reached for her phone. She dialed Kevin's number, her mind racing with everything that had transpired. He picked up after the second ring, his voice tight with concern. "Hey, what's going on?" "Kev," Kim began, her voice wavering slightly with emotion. "It's about Kris..." She recounted the distressing events that had unfolded, the hurtful words from Kyle and Tammi, and Kris's tearful reaction. Her anger simmered beneath the surface as she relayed the experience and remembered the words from Kris and his tearful little eyes. By the time she finished, there was a heavy silence on the other end of the line. She could almost feel Kevin's frustration radiating through the phone. "That's it," he said finally. "I've had enough of this. Those kids need to learn some respect, and if they won't listen to reason, then they'll learn it the hard way." Kim's heart skipped a beat at the intensity in her husband's voice. She knew he meant business. "What do you want me to do?" she asked. "Tell them," he replied, his tone unwavering. "Tell them that if they dare to make fun of Kris again, about his diaper, about his accidents, by calling him a baby, or anything along those lines. They'll be facing consequences. And not just any consequences – they'll be wearing diapers themselves. Let's see how they like it." Kim felt a surge of relief wash over her at Kevin's words. It was about time someone put their foot down and stood up for Kris. "I'll talk to them," she promised, her voice firm with determination. "They need to understand that this behavior is unacceptable." Chapter 10: You Were Warned Kim took a deep breath, steeling herself for the conversation she knew she needed to have with her children. With resolve in her heart, she motioned for Kris to join her as she made her way out to the living room. "Kyle, Tammi, Sam," Kim called out, her voice steady but commanding. "Come here, please. We need to talk." The children gathered around. Their mother's serious tone piqued their curiosity. Kyle's eyes widened as he noticed Kris standing beside their mom, a flicker of apprehension crossing his face. "I spoke with dad about what happened." Kim's gaze shifted to Kyle, who squirmed under her gaze. His eyes grew wide, a mixture of nervousness and guilt flashing across his face. He had a sinking feeling that he was about to be in trouble. "I have something important to discuss with all of you," Kim began, her gaze firm as she addressed her children. "We've noticed some behavior towards Kris that is completely unacceptable. Teasing him about his accidents, his diapers—it's hurtful and unfair." Kyle shifted uncomfortably, realizing the gravity of the situation as his mother's words sank in. "Dad and I have decided that enough is enough," Kim continued, her voice unwavering. "Any teasing or making fun of Kris will not be tolerated. And if any of you choose to continue this behavior, there will be consequences." A tense silence filled the room as Kim's words hung in the air. Kris stood beside her, a sense of relief filling him up and refueling his spirit. "Consequences?" Tammi echoed, her brow furrowing in confusion. "Yes," Kim affirmed, her tone resolute. "Your father has made it clear that if any of you continue to tease Kris about his accidents or his diapers, you will be wearing diapers yourselves. It's time to treat your brother with the kindness he deserves." Kyle's eyes widened in disbelief, the weight of his mother's words sinking in. He exchanged a nervous glance with Tammi, realizing that their actions had serious repercussions. "Understood?" Kim asked, her gaze sweeping over her children, her authority unyielding. The siblings nodded solemnly, a newfound understanding dawning on them as they absorbed their mother's words. "Good," Kim said, her voice softening slightly. "Now, I want each of you to return to your studies. We'll discuss this further later." The children nodded, understanding the seriousness of the situation. They dispersed, heading back to the kitchen table to resume their studies. Kim watched them go, a sense of relief washing over her. She hoped that her words had made an impact on them, especially Kyle, who had such a bad habit of embarrassing his younger brother. As the afternoon wore on, the house was filled with the sounds of pencil scratches on paper and the occasional rustle of a textbook page. Kris focused on his work, feeling a sense of ease as his humiliation ended. He knew his siblings' teasing wouldn't stop overnight, but he hoped his parents' intervention would make a difference. After another hour or two of studying, the front door creaked open, and their father's voice filled the house. "I'm home!" Excitedly, the children abandoned their books and rushed to greet their father. Kevin smiled as he was bombarded with hugs and stories about their day. He tousled Kyle's hair and praised Tammi for her progress in math. Sam clung to his leg, chattering away about her drawings. Kim emerged from the kitchen. "Welcome home, dear," she said, kissing Kevin's cheek. "Thanks, honey," Kevin replied, returning her kiss. "Smells like dinner is almost ready." "Just about," Kim confirmed. "Why don't you go wash up? Dinner will be ready soon." Kevin headed to the bathroom to freshen up, and Kim returned to the kitchen to finish preparing dinner. The children chatted excitedly at the table while packing their school supplies, eager to tell their father about their day. Once dinner was ready, they all sat down to eat, the atmosphere light and cheerful. Kevin listened intently as the children recounted their day. Kris felt a sense of peace settle over him as he sat with his family, grateful for the love and support of his parents. As they finished eating, the clinking of utensils against plates gradually subsided, and a comfortable silence settled over the family. Kevin leaned back in his chair, a contented smile gracing his lips as he watched his children chat animatedly about their day. However, amidst the jovial atmosphere, he couldn't shake off the nagging concern that he had to address the incident from earlier. "You know, kids," Kevin began, his tone casual yet tinged with seriousness, "I overheard something earlier today." The room grew quiet as all eyes turned to Kevin, curiosity etched on their faces. Kris's heart skipped a beat, a flush of embarrassment creeping up his cheeks as he realized what his father was about to address. He had hoped his accident earlier would go unnoticed by his dad, but it seemed that wasn't the case. Kevin's gaze swept over his children, his expression solemn. "It seems that some of you were picking on Kris earlier," he continued, his voice steady but firm. "Making fun of him for wetting his pants." A heavy silence descended upon the room, punctuated only by the faint hum of the refrigerator. Kris's cheeks burned with embarrassment, his gaze fixed on the tabletop as he avoided his father's penetrating stare. He hadn't expected his dad to find out about his accident, let alone address it in front of the entire family. Kevin's eyes softened as he observed Kris's discomfort, a pang of guilt tugging at his heart. He hated seeing his son squirm, knowing that he bore some responsibility for Kris's predicament. Kevin cleared his throat, his tone gentle yet authoritative. "I want to make something very clear," he began, his gaze shifting between his children. "Teasing Kris about his diapers, his bedwetting, having an accident, or anything like that is completely unacceptable." The children listened intently, their expressions a mix of guilt and understanding. "As a consequence," he continued, his voice firm, "if I hear of any more teasing or making fun of Kris, the offender will also be wearing a diaper. Is that understood?" The children nodded, their earlier joviality replaced by a sense of seriousness and respect. "Good," Kevin said, his tone softening. "Now, let's all pitch in and get everything cleaned up from dinner. We've got a movie to watch tonight." As the kids cleaned up the table and the dishes from dinner, Kevin headed to the living room to set up a movie for them all to watch. He rummaged through the movie collection, finally settling on "Spy Kids," a family favorite. In no time, the living room was filled with laughter and excitement as the kids gathered around the TV. They squabbled playfully over who would sit where eventually finding their spots on the couch or sprawled out on the floor. Kevin dimmed the lights, setting the perfect ambiance for a cozy movie night. As the opening credits of "Spy Kids" began to roll, the room was alive with chatter and anticipation. The kids traded playful jabs and teasing remarks, their earlier tension forgotten in the excitement of the movie. Kris felt a sense of relief wash over him as he settled in beside his siblings, grateful for the chance just to be a kid again. The movie played on, and the kids were soon swept up in the action-packed adventures of Juni and Carmen Cortez. They cheered and gasped at all the right moments, their laughter ringing through the room. However, in the scene where Juni calls Carmen a "diaper lady," Kyle makes a fateful mistake. In the midst of their playful banter, he turned to Kris with a mischievous grin and said, "I guess that makes you Carmen, huh Kris?" The room fell silent as Kyle's words hung in the air, the playful atmosphere evaporating in an instant. Kris felt his stomach clench with embarrassment and hurt, his cheeks flushing crimson as all eyes turned to him. Kevin's expression darkened as he glanced between his children, a stern frown marring his features. He had hoped that their earlier conversation would have made an impact, but it seemed that Kyle still had a long way to go in understanding the gravity of his words. "Kyle," Kevin said, his voice low and authoritative. Kyle's grin faltered, his earlier bravado replaced by a look of sheepishness. He glanced down at his lap, suddenly finding the rug pattern incredibly fascinating. "I'm sorry," Kyle mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. Kris met his brother's gaze, seeing the genuine remorse shining in his eyes. Despite the hurtful words, he knew Kyle didn't mean any harm. With a small nod, Kris offered his forgiveness. Kevin sighed, running a hand through his hair as he tried to diffuse the tension in the room. "Let's just focus on the movie, okay?" he suggested, his tone gentle yet firm. The kids nodded, their earlier enthusiasm dampened but not extinguished. With a collective effort, they turned their attention back to the TV, immersing themselves once more in the world of "Spy Kids." As the end credits of "Spy Kids" rolled, the room was filled with a somber silence. The kids sat in muted contemplation, the earlier excitement of the movie night now overshadowed by the tension that lingered in the air. Kevin watched his children. His thoughts were weighed down by the realization that his threat hadn't sunken in yet. He knew he needed to address the situation before it escalated further. Sighing, he rose from his seat and motioned for Kyle to follow him. "Kyle, I need to talk to you for a moment," Kevin said, his tone gentle yet firm. Kyle nodded, his expression wary as he followed his father out of the living room and into the hallway. "Listen," Kevin began, his voice low but stern. "I need to talk to you about what happened." Kyle's brow furrowed in confusion, a hint of apprehension creeping into his features. "What do you mean?" "I mean your behavior towards Kris," Kevin clarified, his gaze unwavering. "Teasing him about his accidents and diapers is not okay. Your mom and I have made it clear that this kind of behavior will not be tolerated." Kyle shifted uncomfortably, a sense of guilt gnawing at him. He hadn't realized the impact of his words until now, seeing the disappointment in his father's eyes. "I'm sorry," Kyle said, his voice tinged with regret. "I didn't mean to hurt Kris. It was just a joke, you know?" Kevin sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I understand that, but thinking about how your words can affect others is important. Kris has been through a tough time, and he needs our support, not our teasing." Kyle nodded, his expression contrite. "I get it. I won't tease him anymore, I promise." "I'm glad to hear that," Kevin said, his tone softening. "But there's something else we need to address. As a consequence of your behavior, you'll wear one of Kris's pull-ups to bed tonight." Kyle's eyes widened in disbelief, a mixture of shock and embarrassment crossing his face. "What? But Dad, it was just a joke! He's fine!" Kevin shook his head, his tone firm. "I'm sorry, dude, but we must follow through. You need to understand the seriousness of your actions. I can't let you just get away with it. What would be the point in that, after what we just talked about at dinner?" Kyle reluctantly nodded, his shoulders slumping in defeat. They head back out to the living room, where Kevin instructs the kids to get ready for bed. The girls went upstairs while Kris headed toward their parents' room to get a pull-up and his pajamas for the night. Kris notices Kyle following him, which makes him feel a little uncomfortable. Kyle doesn't say anything as they wait for their parents in their parents' room. Kris looks at Kyle, unsure of what to say. He knows his brother is probably feeling embarrassed about having to wear a pull-up to bed, but Kris can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction, knowing that Kyle is finally getting a taste of his own medicine. As Kris and Kyle wait in their parents' room, Kris feels a mix of emotions swirling inside him—relief that his parents are taking action against the teasing, the satisfaction that Kyle is finally facing the consequences, but also a twinge of envy that Kyle seems to be treated with more dignity at this moment. His thoughts are interrupted when he notices his mom grabbing two pull-ups from the package and handing one to each of them. Kris's surprise lingers as he takes the pull-up from his mom's hand, his eyes flickering between the diaper in his hand and the one in Kyle's. Before Kris could dwell on his thoughts, his mom interrupted, handing him some pajamas and ushering him off to get changed in their master bathroom. As Kris heads towards the bathroom, he hears his mom's voice directed at Kyle. "Go put it on and go to bed," she instructs her tone firm but not unkind. "You better wear it. I'm trusting you to be responsible. If you're not, there will be worse trouble." Kris can't help but feel a pang of envy as he listens to his mom's words. Despite the embarrassing situation, Kyle is being treated with a level of trust and responsibility that Kris hasn't experienced. It stirs up conflicting emotions within him—on the one hand, he's glad that Kyle is finally facing the consequences for his teasing, but on the other hand, he can't shake off the unfairness of the situation. As Kris changes into his pajamas and pulls on the pull-up, he can't help but wonder how this night will unfold. Will Kyle wear the pull-up to bed? Will their parents follow through with the consequences if he doesn't? And most importantly, will this finally end the teasing once and for all? Chapter 11: This is Unfair As Kris entered the bedroom, he found Kyle already in bed, engrossed in a book. Kris paused, unsure of how to proceed. He glanced at his brother, who looked up from his book, meeting Kris's gaze with a glare. "What?" Kyle snapped, his tone defensive. Kris hesitated, unsure of how to respond. He felt a mix of emotions—anger, hurt, and a lingering sense of satisfaction at Kyle's predicament. He knew he should probably let it go, but the resentment he felt towards his brother was hard to shake. "Nothing," Kris muttered, avoiding Kyle's gaze as he changed into his pajamas. Kyle watched him, his expression unreadable. Kris could sense the tension between them, the unspoken words hanging in the air. He knew he probably shouldn't say anything but was so tempted to. Kris cleared his throat, breaking the heavy silence. "So, uh, how well does the pull-up fit?" he asked, his tone casual but with an underlying tension, wanting to confirm his brother was actually wearing it. Kyle stiffened, his eyes narrowing. "What do you care?" he retorted, his voice tinged with defensiveness. "I was just wondering," Kris replied, trying to keep his tone light. "I mean, it must be pretty uncomfortable, right?" Kyle's voice followed as Kris climbed up the ladder to his bunk bed. "You know, it's a little small. Must be because of all the extra padding they had to use for babies like you." Kris gritted his teeth, his hands tightening on the rungs of the ladder. "Shut up! It's not funny. If anything, it's because of your fat butt." Kyle's laughter echoed in the room. "You're such a baby. Always crying about everything." Frustration bubbled up inside Kris. "At least I don't tattle to Mom and Dad every time you do something wrong, like you do!" Kyle's face darkened, and for a moment, Kris thought he had gone too far. But then Kyle smirked. "Yeah, but at least I don't wet the bed like a toddler." Kris tried to think of a rebuttal, but Kyle wasn't finished. "I can't believe I have to share a room with a baby," he muttered. Kris took a deep breath, trying to control his rising anger. "At least I'm not a slob, like you." he shot back, unable to resist the jab. Kyle fell silent momentarily, and Kris thought he had finally gotten through to him. But then Kyle's voice came again, softer this time. "I'm sorry," he said, his tone surprisingly sincere. "I shouldn't have picked on you as much as I have been." Kris was taken aback by the apology. He hadn't expected it, especially not from Kyle. "It's okay," he replied after a moment, his anger dissipating. "I'm sorry, too. I shouldn't have called you fat or a slob." They lay in silence for a few moments, their tension easing. Finally, Kyle spoke again, his voice barely a whisper. "Goodnight." "Goodnight," Kris replied, feeling a sense of peace settle over him as he hopped things changed for the better. As Kris lay in his bed on the top bunk, the events of the day played over and over in his mind like a relentless loop. He couldn't shake off the tension that had built up between him and Kyle, even after their brief truce. The next few nights were just as difficult for Kris. Sure, he managed to get away from anyone teasing him during the day. But his mind was reeling, tumbling with questions that only added to frustration after frustration. How long would that last? Why hadn't Tammi tried to pick on him? Was it because Kyle got in trouble? Did she even know about that? Would Kyle keep his word and lay off the teasing, or was this just a temporary ceasefire before the next round of mockery? And what about Dad's threat to diaper anyone who made fun of Kris? Would he follow through past the one instance with Kyle, or was it just an empty promise meant to scare them into behaving? Unable to sleep, Kris tossed and turned in his bed, night after night, his mind consumed with thoughts of how unfair everything seemed. He couldn't shake off the feeling of injustice within him. Why was he always the one who got called out in front of everyone? Why is it that when Kyle was called out, it was to the side where no one could hear? His sisters probably didn't even know Kyle was in a diaper! Why couldn't Kris have his clothes and the dignity to pick his own outfits? Instead, his parents stowed them away and chose for him. Deciding what he would wear, and when he could get changed. They wouldn't even extend enough trust to let him get changed in his own room, or the shared bathroom, making him use their master bathroom each time. Waiting, on the other side of the door to ensure he was listening to them. Just another nail in the coffin of his dependence on them. He thought back to how his parents had handled the situation with Kyle the night he was diapered. Replaying the events in his head multiple times. They had pulled Kyle aside after he broke their rule about teasing Kris. Kris couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. He didn't even know Kyle was getting diapered that night until he followed him to his parent's bedroom and got handed a pull-up. Why didn't he get the same level of consideration and trust from his parents? Why did Kyle seem to get special treatment? Kris's frustration grew as he dwelled on these thoughts. He resented asking for new pants and underwear every day, knowing none of his other siblings would have to deal with the same humiliation. He hated having to sit in his wet diaper first thing in the morning, feeling the discomfort and shame gnawing at him, just waiting for his parents to finally give him the dignity he deserved. Kris felt his spirit deflate as he woke up each morning in a wet pull-up. The discomfort and shame gnawed at him, a continual reminder of his situation. He couldn't help but think back to the one morning he woke up and found his pull-up had leaked. The embarrassment and humiliation flooded back as he recalled the wet sheets and the disappointed look on his mother's face. He wanted so badly to hide it from everyone, but in the end, he knew he stood no chance with all his clothes downstairs in his parent's room. He felt like he was failing. His parents tried to be understanding, but Kris could see the disappointment in their eyes. He knew they were trying to help him, but their attempts only made him feel more inadequate. He resented relying on them for everything, from changing in the morning to choosing his clothes for the day. He longed for the independence he once had, the freedom to be himself without fear of judgment or ridicule. Amidst the turmoil of his thoughts, a glimmer of hope flickered to life. Maybe, just maybe, things would get better. Maybe Kyle would keep his word, Dad would enforce his ultimatum, and Kris could finally find indifference to his situation. However, nothing over these last several days had pushed anyone to the point of needing to be punished with his dad's threat. As the days dragged on, Kris knew the likelihood of his dad keeping with what he said and punishing those who teased him grew less and less likely. Chapter 12: Packing List Two weeks had passed since the incident that changed everything for Kris. In that time, he had grown accustomed to his nightly routine of wearing diapers to bed, though the discomfort and embarrassment still lingered. Waking up in a wet pull-up every morning made him feel so small. It was as if he was a toddler who couldn't control themselves. Needing to wait until after breakfast before he could get changed only added to his humiliation. What was the point in that anyway? At least the one morning when his pull-up had leaked, and he had to come down in wet pants, he could change before they ate breakfast. All of that was behind him now. Now they were packing for Disney World! There was nothing that could ruin it for him. Except, as Kris stood before his dresser, sorting through his clothes for the trip, Kris couldn't help but feel belittled yet again that he needed to ask for his clothes so he could make sure they were packed. As Kris approaches his parents to ask for his clothes, he feels a knot of anxiety tightening in his stomach. Hesitating at their bedroom doorway, trying to summon the courage to speak up. Finally, he clears his throat and steps forward. "Mom, Dad," Kris begins, his voice barely above a whisper. "Um, can I have my clothes back? I need to pack for the trip." Kim looks up from where she's folding laundry, her expression softening at the sight of her son. "Of course, sweetheart," she says gently. "They're in the closet. Grab whatever you need." Kris nods, relief flooding through him as he heads toward the closet. But just as he reaches for his clothes, Kevin interjects, his tone tinged with frustration. "Before you pack, I want you to take this," Kevin says, holding out a pack of pull-ups. "You need to bring these with you." Kris's heart sinks as he takes the pack from his dad. He had hoped to avoid this situation. "Do I have to?" Kris asks, trying to keep his voice steady. Kevin sighs, his frustration evident. "You know you do. We can't risk any accidents during the trip. Just take them and pack them in your suitcase." Feeling defeated, Kris takes the pack of pull-ups and his clothes back to his room to pack. He's grateful his parents are trusting him for a change to do something on his own, like packing for the trip. If someone else were doing it, he would be mortified to see what was packed once they arrived. But at least this way, he knows he'll have clothes he likes and actual underwear to wear during the day. As he re-enters the room, Kyle notices the pack of pull-ups in Kris's hand. "What's that?" Kyle asks, a smirk forming on his face. "Are those diapers for the baby?" Kris feels his face flush with embarrassment as he sets the package on his bed. "No, they're pull-ups, and they're for me," he mumbles while avoiding Kyle's gaze. "For you?" Kyle laughs, his voice dripping with mockery. "You're going to wear diapers to Disney World? That's so lame!" "It's not like I want to wear them!" Kris retorts, his frustration bubbling to the surface. "I have to wear them because of you!" "Because of me?" Kyle scoffs. "How is this my fault?" "If you hadn't told Dad about my accident, I wouldn't need these pull-up!" Kris snaps, his anger flaring. Kyle's smirk fades, replaced by a look of guilt. "I didn't think you'd end up in diapers," he says quietly. "Well, I did," Kris replies, tears filling his eyes. "And it's not fair!" "Hey, the good news is you should fly for free now, being a baby, after all." Kyle's attempt at humor fell flat as Kris's expression hardened. Kyle's attempt at humor cuts deep, his words twisting the knife of Kris's raw emotions. Feeling a surge of anger and hurt, his words began tumbling out before he could stop them. "You're just jealous because you don't get the attention anymore! You're nothing but a stupid, selfish bully!" Kyle's face contorts with shock and anger. "I'm the bully?" he shouts, hurt evident in his voice. "You're the one who's always crying and making everything about you! You're such a baby!" Kris's hand trembles with anger as he balls it into a fist. Mad that his brother kept calling him a baby. Figures Kris was right to suspect that his brother wouldn't keep his word. Without thinking, he swings, connecting with his brother's arm. Kyle winces, more from surprise than pain, as his words echo in the tense silence. "I'm not a baby!" Kris shouts, tears streaking down his cheeks. "I hate you!" Without another word, Kris turned and stormed out of their room. Stunned by his brother's actions, Kyle lets what just occurred sink in, and shock quickly turns to anger. "How dare he hit him!? How could he even begin to blame him for the predicament he's in? He is acting like a toddler throwing a tantrum! I bet he is going to go tattle on me, to try and get me in a stupid diaper again! I'll show him! If he wants to get me to wear a diaper, I'll make him wear them the whole trip. Show him who the baby really is!" Kyle thinks to himself. Fueled by anger, Kyle storms over to his brother's suitcase and unzips it. Without hesitation, he removes all of Kris's underwear. Tucking them under the bottom drawer of their dresser, knowing full well no one would find them until returning from Disney World. In his mind, Kris deserves this. He deserves to be treated like a baby since he can't act any better than a dramatic toddler. Kyle's anger simmers as he carries out his plan with cold determination. He takes Kris's suitcase downstairs, carefully concealing his actions from the rest of the family. With a sense of vindication, he hands the suitcase to his dad, who loads it into the car without suspecting a thing. Meanwhile, Instead of tattling on his brother, Kris opted to sit in the car playing on his handheld gaming console. He feared retaliation from his brother and getting tattled on himself for hitting his brother. Which he knew his parents found unacceptable, no matter what the reason was. Wanting to drown out the world, Kris sat there with his headphones firmly in place, attempting to block out the family, not wanting to get teased by anyone else or cause any more arguments. He was completely unaware of Kyle's schemes, forgetting about his suitcase entirely. Kim notices Kris is in the car, absorbed in his handheld, and taps on the window to get his attention. Kris, startled, looks up and removes his headphones. "Hey, bud," Kim says gently, "are you wearing a diaper?" Kris's cheeks flush crimson, embarrassment overwhelming him at his mom's question. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, avoiding her gaze. "Um, no," he mumbles, his voice barely audible. Kim nods understandingly. "I think putting one on for the flight would be a good idea. It's going to be long, and you might fall asleep. We don't want any accidents, do we?" Kris shakes his head, his embarrassment deepening. "No, we don't," he replies, sounding slightly defeated, as his self-esteem deflates slightly. Kris's cheeks burn with embarrassment as he shifts in his seat, avoiding his mom's gaze. "But, Mom," he begins, his voice barely above a whisper, "I don't want to wear a pull-up on the plane. Can't I just use the bathroom before we board?" Kim's expression softens as she gently squeezes Kris's hand. "I know this is hard for you, honey," she says softly, "but it's just for the flight. We don't want any accidents to happen, especially so high up in the air. Where you can't get to a clean pair of clothes, no less. Please, for me?" "I...I already packed the pull-ups," Kris says, his voice barely above a whisper. "They're in my suitcase. I think I may have left it in my room." He glances back toward the trunk of the car, where their suitcases are neatly packed away. To his surprise, he sees his own suitcase already nestled among the others, the zipper securely closed. "Actually," Kris says, his brow furrowing in confusion, "my suitcase is already in the car." Kim nods, her expression sympathetic. "I understand. That was a new pack, we still have an open one in our room." Offering him a reassuring smile before motioning for him to follow her. "Come on, let's go get one for you." Kris nods, his heart heavy with embarrassment and frustration. He reluctantly follows his mom back into the house, wishing he didn't need to wear it. Every fiber of his being screamed at him to protest further, to run back to the car and ignore his mother's pleas, but there was nothing he could do. No one at this point would side with him, not with as many accidents he has had. Even a short nap wasn't safe from wetting himself. As they entered his parent's room, Kris couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness at the sight of the open package of diapers sitting on top of their dresser. He hates the reminder of his vulnerability, the constant need for protection from something as basic as using the bathroom on time. Kim reaches for a diaper, her touch gentle as she holds it out to Kris. "Here you go, sweetheart," she says softly. "I know it's not easy, but it's just for the flight." Kris takes the pull-up from his mom, his fingers trembling slightly as he holds it. With a heavy sigh, he heads toward the master bathroom, his heart sinking with each step. He hates this feeling of helplessness and inability to control his body. Entering the bathroom, Kris closes the door, shutting out the world outside. He stands in front of the mirror, his reflection staring back at him with resignation and frustration. With shaky hands, he begins to undress, peeling off his pants and underwear. He hesitates as he reaches for the pull-up, his fingers hovering over the soft material. He didn't want to wear this on the plane. But what choice does he have? He can't risk having an accident on the plane, and he can't risk further embarrassment in front of his family, let alone strangers! With a heavy heart, Kris finally gathers the courage to put on the pull-up, sliding it up his legs and securing it in place. The familiar feeling of shame washes over him as he adjusts the pull-up, the crinkling sound echoing loudly in the silence of the bathroom. Once the pull-up is on, Kris takes a deep breath, trying to steel himself for what lies ahead. He knows this won't be easy, knows he'll have to face the mocking stares and whispered taunts of his siblings on the plane. But he also knows he has to do this. With one last glance in the mirror, Kris pulls back up his pants, opens the bathroom door, and steps out to meet his mom. As Kris exits the master bathroom, Kim notices the slight outline around his waistline, indicating the diaper underneath his pants. Concern etches across her face, but she approaches the situation delicately. "Kris, sweetie, are you wearing the diaper?" Kim asks gently, her voice laced with empathy. Kris's cheeks flush with embarrassment as he nods sheepishly, unable to meet his mother's gaze. He feels humiliated at the thought of his mom asking, as if she did not believe he would put it on. "Um, yeah," he mumbles, his voice barely audible. Kim's heart aches for her son, seeing the turmoil he's going through. Wanting to help ease his discomfort, she gestures for him to come closer. With a reassuring smile, she kneels down in front of him, her hands instinctively reaching for the waistband of his pants. "Let me adjust your pants a bit, sweetie," Kim says softly, her touch gentle as she tries to conceal the outline of the diaper discreetly. Kris feels a mixture of mortification and gratitude as his mom tries to help him, not realizing her actions only intensify his embarrassment. He stands frozen, his cheeks burning with shame as he watches his mom's futile attempts to hide the pull-up. Despite Kim's efforts, the diaper remains noticeable beneath Kris's pants, a constant reminder of his vulnerability. Kris's stomach churns with unease, wishing he could disappear into thin air and escape. Sensing Kris's discomfort, she offers him a gentle smile. "There, that's better," she says reassuringly, though she knows it's not. Kris forces a weak smile, his heart heavy with humiliation. "Thanks, Mom," he murmurs, his voice tinged with resignation and defeat. Kim rises to her feet, her heart heavy with worry for her son. She wishes she could take away his pain and make everything better, but she knows it's not that simple. All she can do is offer him love and support as he navigates this challenging journey. With a gentle pat on Kris's shoulder, Kim leads him out of the bedroom and back toward the car, determined to make the best of their Disney World trip despite his problem. As Kris and his mom walk out to the car, Kris can't help but notice the crinkling sound with each step. He can sense his siblings' eyes on him, their silent judgment hanging heavy in the air. Kris's face burns with embarrassment as he climbs into his booster seat, the outline of his pull-up visible through his pants. Without a word, everyone else piles into the car. As the car pulls from the driveway, Kris tries to focus on the passing scenery, but his mind is consumed with thoughts of his pull-up and what his siblings must be thinking. He can't shake the feeling of shame that continues to wash over him, battering him like the constant waves on the shore, a continuous reminder of his bedwetting problems. In the front seat, Kim glances back at Kris, her heart breaking at seeing her son's distress. Feeling his isolation and exposure, his secret now on display for everyone to see. The car ride is tense, the atmosphere thick with unspoken drama. Kris's siblings exchange knowing glances, their eyes lingering on Kris with amusement. Kris tried to shrink into his seat, wishing he could disappear, hoping no one else would bring attention to his problem. Finally, they arrive at the airport, and Kris's anxiety reaches a peak. He knows he'll have to pass through security, where his pull-up may likely be detected by the scanners. The thought fills him with dread, and he can feel the panic rising. Chapter 13: First Flight Kris's excitement for the upcoming trip to Disney World was evident as he stood in line with his family at the airport check-in counter. The vibrant colors of the terminal buzzed around him, and he bounced on the balls of his feet, unable to contain his anticipation. Today was the day they were finally going on their adventure. His parents stood in front of him, their voices filled with cheerful chatter as they conversed with the airline attendant. Behind them, Tammi and Sam whispered excitedly to each other, their eyes wide with wonder at the prospect of meeting their favorite characters. But amid the hustle and bustle of the airport, Kris couldn't shake the gnawing feeling of unease in the pit of his stomach. It wasn't just the nerves of flying for the first time or the thrill of visiting the happiest place on earth that made him fidgety. No, it was something else entirely. As his parents handed over their suitcases to be checked in, Kris glanced around anxiously, searching for something he couldn't quite put his finger on. Then it hit him. He needs to go through security. While his parents handed over their suitcases, Kris couldn't help but notice the security checkpoint nearby. People were going through the scanner, and some were being moved to the side for a pat-down. A shiver ran down Kris's spine as he imagined himself in that position, worried that they might notice his diaper. He glanced around anxiously, hoping no one would pay attention to him. His heart raced as he tried to keep calm, but the fear of being embarrassed in front of so many people gnawed at him. 'Kris, is everything okay?' his mother's voice brought him back to reality. 'Yeah, yeah, I'm fine,' Kris replied quickly, forcing a smile. As they approached the security checkpoint, Kris's heart pounded like a drum in his chest, each beat echoing louder in his ears. He watched his family members pass through the scanner ahead of him, each seemingly carefree and unaware of the storm raging within him. Relief floods through Kris when he realizes they don't have any carry-on bags to be inspected—no diapers to be revealed. Still, the fear of getting caught wearing a diaper lingers in the back of his mind. As they inch closer to the security scanner, Kris's palms grow clammy, and he swallows hard, trying to quell the rising panic. His eyes dart around nervously, half-expecting someone to notice the telltale bulkiness of his diaper beneath his clothes. Finally, it was his turn. Kris stepped forward, his legs feeling like jelly beneath him, and he raised his trembling hands above his head as instructed. The scanner beeped, and his heart skipped a beat. A security officer motioned for him to step aside for further screening, and Kris's stomach churned with dread. Kris followed the officer to the side, feeling like all eyes were on him. His cheeks burned with humiliation as he realized what was happening. The security officer began a gentle but thorough pat-down, his gloved hands brushing against Kris's diaper with a feather-light touch. Kris closed his eyes, trying to block out the sensation of exposure and vulnerability. He wished he could disappear, vanish into thin air, and escape this moment of mortification. The TSA agent's soothing voice offered little comfort as he explained each step of the procedure, but Kris was too embarrassed to truly listen. Through half-closed eyes, Kris stole a glance at his family. They stood on the other side of the security checkpoint, waiting patiently, or so it seemed. He could see the subtle curve of his sibling's lips that barely contained laughter dancing in their eyes. They were snickering! The realization hit Kris like a sledgehammer to the gut. They knew. They all knew about his diaper, about his shameful secret. His cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of crimson, and he fought back the sting of tears threatening to spill. The TSA agent's voice broke through Kris's thoughts, pulling him back to the present. "All set, buddy. You did great," the agent said with a reassuring smile. Kris blinked, surprised by the agent's kind words. He glanced at his family, expecting to see mocking smiles or looks of pity, but instead, he saw genuine smiles of encouragement. Even Kyle's usual smirk was replaced by a nod of approval. Finally, the pat-down was over, and Kris could rejoin his family. Feeling relief, Kris managed a weak smile and thanked the TSA agent before hurrying to catch up with his family. As he joined them, his mother enveloped him in a warm hug. 'You did amazing,' she whispered, squeezing him tight. He was still embarrassed that he had to go through that but grateful he didn't get exposed in such a public place. Astonishment hit Kris as they gathered their things and walked to their gate. No one said a word about the incident. His parents were encouraging, Acting like it was no big deal. Even his siblings, who had been giggling just moments before, now wore masks of innocence, their laughter silenced. Kris couldn't understand it. How could they know and yet say nothing? Were they playing some cruel joke on him, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce? Or were they simply too wrapped up in their own excitement for the trip to notice? As the family made their way to the gate, Kris couldn't shake the unease lingering from the security checkpoint. His bladder felt slightly full, but he resisted the urge to use the airport restroom until they got where they needed to go. Since an unpleasant encounter in a public bathroom when he was younger, Kris avoided using them whenever possible. He preferred to wait until he got home or to a familiar place where he felt more comfortable. However, as they reached their gate, Kris realized he couldn't hold it for the whole flight. He tugged at his dad's sleeve, trying to get his attention. "Dad, I need to use the restroom," Kris whispered, hoping his family wouldn't overhear. Kevin glanced down at him. "Sure. Let's go." Kris followed his dad to the nearest restroom, his heart pounding with anxiety. The memories of past taunts and jeers echoed in his mind, making him hesitant to enter. But he knew he had no choice. Taking a deep breath, Kris entered the restroom, his dad waiting just outside. He quickly found an empty stall and locked the door, grateful for its privacy. As he relieved himself, he tried to push aside the memories and focus on the present. As he finished and stepped out of the stall, he noticed a line of guys waiting for their turn. Kris felt a pang of embarrassment, realizing he had taken up a stall when others were waiting. He hurried over to the sink, avoiding eye contact with anyone in line. As Kris hurriedly washed his hands at the sink, trying to avoid eye contact with the line of guys waiting for stalls, he felt the weight of anxiety pressing down on him like a lead blanket. His heart raced as he fumbled with the soap dispenser, his movements clumsy and uncoordinated. Out of the corner of his eye, Kris caught a glimpse of movement and glanced up at the mirror. His breath caught in his throat as he saw a boy in line, about the same age as Kyle, pointing in his direction, his expression a mix of curiosity and amusement. Panic surged through Kris like an electric shock, sending shivers down his spine. He quickly averted his gaze, cheeks burning with embarrassment as he realized his pull-up was visible to everyone behind him. How could he have been so careless? Frantically, Kris tugged at the hem of his shirt, getting it wet from the hands he was washing, trying to cover up the telltale bulge of his diaper. But it was too late. The damage had been done, and he could feel the weight of their stares bearing down on him like a heavy burden. Feeling exposed and vulnerable, Kris's hands trembled as he reached for a paper towel to dry them. Each movement felt like an eternity; his senses heightened and on edge. He couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, scrutinized for his perceived weakness and shame. As he finally finished drying his hands, Kris dared to steal another glance at the mirror. The boy in line was still staring at him, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. Kris's stomach churned with a mixture of humiliation and resentment. As Kris rushed out of the bathroom, his heart still pounding with embarrassment, he found his dad waiting for him just outside, a reassuring smile on his face. "Good, bud?" his dad asks, concern evident in his tone. Kris nods quickly, forcing a smile to mask his discomfort. "Yeah, I'm good," he mumbles, avoiding his dad's gaze. Together, they return to the gate where the rest of the family awaits. Kris sits next to Tammi, his fingers tapping nervously on the armrest as he tries to distract himself from the lingering embarrassment. Pulling out his handheld console, Kris immerses himself in the digital world, his mind seeking solace in the familiar sights and sounds of his favorite game. But even as he loses himself in the virtual adventure, he can't shake the memory of the boy in the restroom; the mocking smirk etched in his mind like a scar. Minutes pass in a blur as Kris tries to lose himself in the game, but a sudden screech of laughter catches his attention. He looks up to see the same boy from the restroom sitting just a few seats away with his family. The boy is engaged in animated conversation with his siblings, his laughter ringing out loud and clear in the bustling terminal. Each of them looks shocked and amused, their eyes darting from their brother to Kris and back with barely concealed amusement but concern from getting caught looking at him. Panic grips Kris's chest as he assumes the worst, his mind racing with thoughts of ridicule and mockery. But before he can dwell on it any further, an announcement blares over the PA system, signaling that it's time to board the plane. As Kris and his family line up to board the plane, his heart sinks a little as he sees the other boy and his family getting up to board the same plane. He tries to keep his head down, hoping to avoid further embarrassment. As they make their way down the narrow aisle of the plane, he can't help but feel self-conscious, hoping no one else will notice his diaper. He quickly finds his seat and settles in, trying to focus on the excitement of the trip rather than his embarrassment. He watches out of the corner of his eye as the other family passes by; the boy seems oblivious to him, then suddenly does a double take, shooting him a smirk as he passes. Kris felt a knot form in his stomach, but he brushed it off. He knows he can't let this random boy's thoughts ruin his trip. Taking a deep breath, he closes his eyes and tries to relax as the plane prepares for takeoff. Chapter 14: Trouble at 30k Feet The steady hum of the airplane engines filled the cabin as Kris settled into his seat, trying to push aside the lingering embarrassment from the restroom incident. He glanced out of the window from his middle seat, watching as the ground gradually fell away beneath them, feeling the G-forces for the first time, noting the weird sensations across his body. As the plane rose higher and higher, he could feel the air shift and the odd sensations easing up as the vast expanse of the blue sky came into sight. Beside him, in the aisle seat, his mother sat, her comforting presence a soothing calm to his nerves. She smiled reassuringly at him, her eyes filled with warmth. Kris couldn't help but feel grateful for her support, even if she was the one who suggested he wear a diaper while on the flight. He could feel the plane leveling out a few minutes in as they reached cruising altitude. The seat belt sign came off, notifying passengers that they were free to move about. Bored, Kris pulled out his handheld to help pass the time, and Kyle, who sat to his right with the window seat, did the same. After an hour or two of flying, Kris started to feel thirsty. He turned to his mom and asked, "Mom, do we have anything to drink?" Kim glanced at him apologetically. "I'm sorry, bud, we didn't bring any drinks with us. But I think the flight attendants will be coming around soon with beverages. You can ask them for something to drink." Sure enough, the flight attendants began their rounds a few moments later, pushing their carts down the narrow aisle. Kris waited patiently for them to reach his row, feeling excited. When the cart finally arrived, a flight attendant looked over to their row, her smile bright and welcoming. 'Would you like something to drink?' she asked, cheerful. Kris nodded eagerly. "Can I have an apple juice, please?" Kim signaled to the flight attendant, who nodded and reached for a chilled bottle of apple juice from the cart. She poured a generous amount into a plastic cup before handing it to Kris with a warm smile. "Here you go, sweetie. Enjoy," she said kindly before moving on to the next row of seats. Kris accepted the cup gratefully, taking a sip of the cool, refreshing liquid. As he sipped on the refreshing drink, Kris tried to focus on the excitement of the trip and push aside the embarrassment of wearing a diaper. He glanced out of the window again, over Kyle's console, marveling at the vastness of the sky and the beauty of the world below. Despite everything, he was determined to make the most of this experience and enjoy every moment of their family vacation. Kris continued to sip his apple juice and play his game. He gradually lost track of time, engrossed in the digital world unfolding on the screen in front of him. An hour passed in a blur of animated characters and bright colors, the steady drone of the airplane engines fading into the background. But as another hour ticked by, Kris felt pressure starting to build up in his lower abdomen. It was a familiar feeling he had experienced many times before—a sign that he needed to use the restroom. Kris took another sip of his apple juice, trying to distract himself from the growing discomfort in his abdomen. He glanced at his mom, who was engrossed in a magazine and hesitated before speaking up. "Mom, how much longer until we land?" he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty. Kim glanced at her watch before looking back at Kris. "About an hour and a half, honey. Why? Do you need to use the restroom?" Kris felt a wave of panic wash over him. He knew he should probably use the restroom, but the thought of walking down the narrow aisle in his diaper filled him with dread. He shook his head, forcing a smile. "No, I'm okay. I can wait." Kim raised an eyebrow but didn't press the issue. "Alright, just let me know if you change your mind." Kris nodded, turning his attention back to his handheld. He tried to focus on the game he was playing, but the pressure in his abdomen was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. He shifted in his seat, trying to find a more comfortable position, but it was useless. Kris's discomfort grew as the minutes ticked by, but he was determined not to use the restroom. He glanced at his siblings, who were all engrossed in their own activities, unaware of his predicament. He felt a pang of envy, wishing he could be carefree like them. As the captain's voice crackled over the intercom, announcing they would begin their descent shortly, Kris felt relief, knowing they would be landing soon. He glanced out of the window, noticing the change in altitude as the plane started its gradual descent. But as the plane descended, Kris felt the pressure in his abdomen intensify. He tried to ignore it, focusing on the game in his hands, but the discomfort was becoming unbearable. As the pressure in his abdomen continued to mount, Kris's anxiety heightened. He clenched his teeth, determined to hold on until they landed. But with each passing minute, the discomfort grew more unbearable. He shifted in his seat, trying to alleviate the pressure, but it only seemed to worsen. "M-Mom," Kris stammered, his voice shaky with desperation. "H-How long until we land?" Kim glanced at him, concern etching her features as she noticed his distress. "Not long, honey. Just a few more minutes." "C-Can I please get up to use the restroom now?" Kris stammered, his voice shaky with urgency. Kim looked at him, concern deepening as she observed his distress. She reached out, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, honey," she said gently. "But the seatbelt sign is on now, and we're beginning our descent. You'll have to wait until we land." Kris's heart sank at her words, a sinking feeling of dread settling in his stomach. He clenched his fists, trying to suppress the rising panic threatening to overwhelm him. With each passing moment, the pressure in his abdomen grew more unbearable. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to hold on a little longer. He tried to distract himself, looking out the window at the passing clouds, but the discomfort was overwhelming. He shifted in his seat again, feeling the pressure in his abdomen reaching a critical point. Panic surged through him as he realized he might not be able to hold on much longer. Desperate, Kris tried to push up on his seat with his hands, hoping to relieve some of the pressure. But just as he did, he heard a loud, unmistakable sound—a sound that made his heart sink, and his cheeks burn with shame. Squelch... pfft... plop Kris's eyes widened in horror as he felt a heavy weight pushing down in his diaper, warmth spreading rapidly. He froze, unable to comprehend how he had let this happen. Beside him, Kyle looked up from his game, his eyes widening in shock as he realized what had occurred. He turned to Kim, his voice filled with disbelief. "Mom did Kris just..." Kim's eyes widened as she turned to Kris, her hand flying to her mouth in shock. "Kris, did you...?" Kris shook his head, his face burning with embarrassment. "I-I don't know what happened," he mumbled, unable to meet his mother's gaze. "I-I didn't mean to..." Kim's expression softened as she reached out to comfort him, but Kris pulled away, mortified by what had just transpired. He sat back in his seat, feeling the mess squish against him, the smell wafting up to his nose. He wanted to disappear, to escape this humiliating moment, but he was trapped, unable to leave his seat due to the seat belt sign. Tears welled up in Kris's eyes as he realized the extent of his embarrassment. He had just pooped his diaper on a crowded airplane in front of his entire family and several strangers. He felt shame unlike anything he had ever experienced, and he knew that this moment would haunt him forever. As the plane continued its descent, the smell of Kris's accident began circulating in the cabin. Kris felt his face burn with shame as he realized everyone could smell what had happened. He hunched over in his seat, trying to make himself smaller, wishing he could disappear. Every movement sent shivers down his spine as the mess squished and oozed under him. A few rows back, Kris heard a familiar voice—the boy from the restroom, the one who had seen his diaper. "I bet it's the diaper boy from the bathroom who pooped," the voice spoke loud enough for Kris to hear. He felt a fresh wave of humiliation wash over him, knowing that the boy was talking about him. Around him, Kris could hear murmurs and complaints from other passengers. Some were complaining about the smell, wrinkling their noses in disgust. "What's that smell?" one person complained. "It's disgusting," another voice chimed in. "Why do we always have to sit near a baby who poops?" someone else grumbled. Kris's cheeks burned with shame as he listened to the complaints. He wanted to sink into his seat and disappear, to escape the judging gazes and the whispers. He felt tears welling up in his eyes, but he blinked them back, refusing to let them fall. Beside him, Kyle shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his expression a mixture of embarrassment and sympathy. Kim leaned closer to Kris, speaking in a soft, soothing voice. "It's okay," she said gently. "Accidents happen, and it's nothing to be ashamed of. We'll be landing soon, and then we can get you cleaned up, alright?" forgetting that she had no way of doing so. Kris nodded, grateful for his mom. He knew she was trying to make him feel better, but the shame and embarrassment lingered. He closed his eyes, waiting for the minutes to pass so he could escape this humiliating ordeal. As the plane finally touched down and taxied to the gate, Kris felt a sense of relief wash over him. He couldn't wait to get off the plane and away from the prying eyes and judgmental whispers. As soon as the seatbelt sign turned off, Kris unbuckled his seatbelt and stood up, eager to escape. As Kris stood up from his seat, the urge to pee hit him with a vengeance. His bladder felt like it was about to burst, and he knew he couldn't hold it any longer. He glanced around frantically, panic rising within him as he realized the humiliating situation he was in. With a deep sense of shame already engulfing him from his recent accident, Kris made a split-second decision. He knew he was already in a dirty diaper, and with the passengers beginning to gather their belongings and make their way off the plane, he felt what's the difference at this point if he used the bathroom or his already soiled pull-up. At that moment, Kris decided to let go, allowing himself to release the pent-up urine into his already soiled diaper. He felt a rush of warmth spreading throughout the diaper as it became increasingly heavy and sagged noticeably. The feeling was both comfortable and mortifying, but Kris couldn't bring himself to care anymore in his overwhelmed state. As Kim gathered her belongings and prepared to exit the plane, Kris couldn't help but notice the stares from several passengers. Some looked disgusted, their noses wrinkling in distaste at the smell emanating from his soiled diaper. A few teenage girls giggled behind their hands, casting mocking glances in his direction, while a group of boys burst out into laughter, their eyes alight with amusement. The boy from the restroom, the one who had seen Kris's diaper earlier, stared at him with a knowing look, nudging his family members as if to say, "I told you so." Kris felt a surge of humiliation wash over him, his cheeks burning with shame as he realized just how visible his predicament was to everyone around him. As Kris waddled off the plane, his diaper heavy and sagging, he felt the weight of his humiliation pressing down on him with each step. His siblings glanced at him, some with pity, others with amusement, but none dared to speak up as they followed their parents through the crowded airport terminal. Kris couldn't bear the stares from the other travelers, their judgmental eyes boring into him like daggers. He kept his gaze fixed on the floor, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he shuffled along, feeling every squish and squelch of his soaked diaper. "Mom," Kris whispered, tugging at Kim's sleeve as they reached the gate. "Can we please go get cleaned up?" Kim's heart sank as she looked down at her son, his face flushed with shame. She glanced around frantically, realizing they didn't have any spare clothes or diapers with them. They hadn't brought carry-ons, and their luggage was being forwarded to the hotel. "Oh, Kris," Kim murmured, her voice filled with regret. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart. We don't have anything with us right now." Kris's eyes widened in dismay, his heart sinking even further as the reality of their situation sank in. He felt exposed, vulnerable, and utterly humiliated, standing there in the middle of the bustling airport terminal with his dirty diaper on display for everyone to see.

After being put in diapers by machines. Cody falls down onto the conveyor and accidently poops his diaper. The machine detects it and thinks cody is a dirty diaper. So it grabs him giving him a huge poopy diaper wedgie then throws him in the diaper pail with the rest of dirty diapers. Art piece by jigarvasani

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"I told you we turned a wrong turn Justin!! This doesn't seem like the right path. It's almost midnight and we still need to hit some houses before Halloween is over!!" Cody yelled. Justin just ignores Cody then sees a path through this cool pumpkin patch. Justin saw a sign that said "do not enter". Justin then said "hey Cody check out this path!! It looks totally sick and I feel like we could probably see more houses if we went this way". Cody then says "it says do not enter but it is halloween and does look pretty awesome. Hmm sure why not it is halloween so why not, I'm sure it won't hurt to take this path, what's the worse that could happen". Cody and Justin then walk down the pumpkin patch. They see lots of small and big pumpkins that looked already carved and kinda spooky. Something seemed a little bit odd. Fogged started to form more around the pumpkin patch and sounds from the ground started to form. There was then a scent of baby powder in the air which seemed very strange. "Hey Justin you hear that, I hear like sounds coming from the ground and idk why but it smells like baby powder all of a sudden, maybe we should turn back" Cody shivered. Justin laughed "come on Cody, it's probably just the wind or something. Don't be such a baby, I think I can see the houses from here". Cody then looks at his phone and the time then hit midnight. All of a sudden the jack-o-lanterns started to glow green. Vines started to come out of the ground from the pumpkins. The jack-o-lanterns rised from the dirt. One big giant one rose up behind Cody and Justin. "Oh my gosh this isn't real what's going on!! We are surrounded by big giant pumpkins. What you want from us!!". Cody shrieked. The big giant pumpkin smiled then Vines started to wrap around Cody and Justin's feet. "Hey get off us!!". The pumpkins did not stop. Vines then wrap around the twos arms. Leaving them fully defenseless and then decending in the air. Cody and Justin out of fear start to wet their pants. Other vines started to rip off their clothing one by one shirts, pants, socks, undies until they were fully naked on display. Both blushed in embarrassment. "No way they just stripped us naked!! Come on please let us go we will do anything and we won't say anything. We are sorry for trespassing!!". Justin pleaded. The pumpkins just ignored their crys of mercy and continued the himulation even further. Wet wipes then appeared from out of the ground. Wiping their bums and crotches from the wetness of pee they made. Both Cody and Justin felt the wipes rub again their dicks and then started to get hard and aroused."This is so embarrassing!! They are actually cleaning us with baby wipes and ugh I'm getting so hard. I can't be enjoying this". Cody blushed. The vines then held the two with their butts in the air. Then two big vines came across their touching them. Then *SMACK SMACK SMACK*. The vines then swatted against Cody and Justin's butt like a whip. "OUCH OUCH PLEASE NO STOPP!!!". The two were spanked till their butts were red roses and and cried with each swat. The vines then stopped spanking the boys. "Please we learned our lessons just let us go!!". The pumpkins still did not listen. Then they saw from a distance vines bringing over some familiar items from when they were super young. When it got closer and closer. Cody yelled out "Wait no, you can't be serious... DIAPERS!! No please we don't need those we arnt babies". The two were laid down across the ground and then all supplies like the baby powder rash cream came by. The two legs were lifted up by the vines, fully exposed red butts from their spanking. The vines slipped the diaper under each of their butts. Then the baby powder was applied to their butts. The boys just blushed and had no words on what was happening. They just wished this nightmare would be over but it was just beginning. The tapes of each diaper were now fastened. And all they could hear was the thick diapers around them crinkle and blush of how they are now big babies. The vines then held them up in the air and the big pumpkin then smiled like it had another plan. "Listen we promise we will never come through here again!!" They both pleaded again. The pumpkin didn't give no response. They then saw really smooth and soft vines slithering up their legs like snakes. Cody and Justin could not do anything from the other vines wrapped around their legs and feet. They just watched in horror as the vines started to slither up and then entered through the leg holes of their diapers. The smooth vines just felt around exploring inside their diapers. Some were going against their butt cracks and some were moving and twisting around their cocks. Cody and Jake started to feel horny and hard. "No we can't be enjoying this, we must resist this. No way am I going to give into this pleasure" Justin pleaded. The pumpkin then smiled even more and then some of the vines from inside the diaper started to ooze out this muddy mushy orange slime that started to fill their diaper up. "Eww what is this stuff !! It's so slimy and and.. oh.. ahh... omg this feels so uhh.. good.." Cody then just couldn't help but smile with pleasure from the ooze and vines and Justin's diaper started to do the same. They then started to feel one of the vines slither toward their butt holes then entered a little just enough to give them pleasure inside. Both Cody and Justin moaned loudly from now being fucked. They couldn't even complain anymore or plead them to stop. It felt so good. Then they felt the slime ooze in their butts from the vines. It felt like they were being cummed inside. The vines then slowly exited their butt holes and then Cody and Justin just filled their diapers by pooping out the orange ooze inside them. The orange slime started to leak out of the leg holes of the diaper. The vines then started to have a nice soft grip on their wieners and started to stroke them. They just moaned in pleasure and enjoyed. The soft vines from the backside of their diapers then went back inside their butts filling more orange ooze but the vines this time went in and out of their butts like dildos. "Ahhh omg fuck yes!! It feels so good. All this slimy ooze in my hole and in the diaper. I can't stop enjoying this. It feels amazing and I think... I think.. I'm about too... AHHH CUMMM!!!". Cody then shoots and full load of cum in his diaper. Then Justin moaned out load and Cody could already tell he was climaxing. The vines still stroked their dicks till all the cum was out. "Wow I can't believe that!! Best orgasm ever but ewww now I can't stand this slime in my diaper. I need out of this". Cody said the vines then put the two down and untapped their diapers. Cody and Justin blushed from how much they cummed and all the mess in their diaper. One vine came over then changed shape and started to suck like a vacuum all the slim off and cum. The baby wipes then came and wiped their bums and crotch area again. "Gosh well at least thats over". Both butt naked they really just wanted to leave. They got up butt naked and tried walking away saying "well hey we are really sorry about walking in here and well did enjoy the pleasure you gave us but we best be goin......". Justin and Cody were cut off with vines then grabbing their legs and make them fall on the dirt ground. They both were being dragged back butt naked and then saw vines holding more diapers and then cried out as they were being dragged "please no I don't want to wear another diaper I'm not a baby!! ". They were then put in both another diaper this time super babyish with little cute Halloween designs on them. High chairs then rised from the ground and then were both picked up then restrained in the high chair. The high chair had shackles and locked their hands in place so they couldn't do anything. The vines then brought over jars of baby food and then a vine then shapped into a spoon and scooped a nice big yucky slimy bit from the jar. "No please we arnt hungry and espically don't eat baby food". The vines just came closer with the food and tried to feed them but both resisted. Two vines then pinned each others noses and they were forced to open up and then fed a big chunk of baby food. It tasted so gross but couldn't do anything at all about it. Then two big giant baby bottles of milk came and the vines held them and this time Cody and Justin resisted and whined really hard. The vines then slipped in the back of their diapers then went up their butt holes again and then Cody and Justin couldn't help but moan then open their mouths from the pleasure. Then the milk enter their mouths. They were defeated and kept drinking the milk. The vines then exited their butts after done drinking. Then both boys tummy started to make noises and farts started to escape their butts. "No please get me out of this!! Slime is one thing but please I don't want to poop my diaper". Both struggled to keep themselves from shitting their diapers but then the vines pushed on their belly. *FURP PFFT*. A big messy load then started to enter their diapers and to make it worse they were still sitting and the mess started to spread to the back and front. "Eww gross!! I can feel it again my butt cracks and privates. I'm still going too!! " Both kept filling till their diapers were nice and brown. Finally was over but then the vines took them out of their seats and had their butts positioned in the air. "Wait no they arnt going to do what I think there going to do!!". The vines then came down hard spanking the dirty diapers and the boys just felt all the mess squish all over and smush up again their butts. The smell even got worse. It stinked so bad. The vines then put them on a old fashioned teeter totter and had them bounce up and down on it. "No please stop this is so embarssing!! And gross. Get us out of these diapers!!". Justin yelled out. The vines then took them and changed their messy diapers as they wished. A big giant crib started to form and then once both were wiped cleaned and change into thick diapers. They were then put in onesies that said "mommy's little pumpkins". Both just blushed and they were both put down in the crib and they tried to get out but then the pumpkins placed two pacifiers in their mouth. It was weird they didn't spit them out. They just sucked on them and slowly fell asleep. Morning then came. "Hey you big stinky babies wake up!!". Both Cody and Justin opened their eyes slowly and saw two pretty girls infront of the crib they were trapped in. The pumpkins were gone and disappeared. "Well well well if it isn't Cody and Justin. You two have always been teasing and pranking us at school. And now it's our lucky day for payback. Looks like we see two big babies with two stinkyfilled up diapers that probably need two mommy's and we been looking for the perfect baby dolls to play house with" the girls laughed and smiled. Cody yelled "no way we arnt going to be your stupid dumb diaper filling babies". *click*. Both girls holding phones up taking pics then giggled "oh really well how about we send these pics of you two in your dirty diapers in a crib dressed up as babies and send them to the whole school or you can come with us and be our babies forever and we will won't show anybody these pics". Both knew they didn't have any other choice. They wanted to keep their dignity at school so they agreed to the terms. "Great now how about you two jump in these strollers that happen to be here and we will go home and get your diapers changed. We got lots of plans in store for you two stinkers and we have friends that are willing to help making the new nursery for you two". Both Cody and Justin blushed and got in the strollers and started the beginning of their new life now. (Art by diaperpailarkham)

Long time reader of diaper stories, first time actually trying to write one. Let me know what you think. -------------- "Okay, well, here we are." Matt turned the car off, smiling over at his boyfriend, who hadn't dared to look up from his lap. Connor breathed a deep sigh, and Matt drummed his fingers on the steering wheel to fill the silence. "Come on, it's good to be home, yeah? You've been waiting for this moment for months. Come on, this is a happy moment!" Connor didn't feel like engaging in the happy banter as his boyfriend grabbed his crutches out of the back of the car. About 3 months ago he'd left this house, excited for his 21st birthday celebrations. He had it all, the beautiful boyfriend, a home of their own, an amazing group of friends. He was in the prime of his youth, and was headed out to experience it all, when their uber driver had taken a turn a little bit too quickly, and sent the car rolling. Matt had escaped with a mild concussion and some scratches - Connor had come away with a spinal injury. The doctors had told him that he was lucky that it wasn't a complete spinal injury, and he still had movement and sensation of his legs - albeit it didn't feel lucky to Connor. Matt opened his car door and helped him to his feet, shoving his crutches into his hands to help him hold his weight. He'd been told leaving the hospital that he should practice using his wheelchair while he underwent physiotherapy to help him with his walking, but even then that wasn't a complete solution. He was forever bound a cripple - spending his days shuffling along painfully slowly on his crutches, or being pushed around by somebody who was a lot stronger than he was. He was aware that Matt had slowed down his pace to match his own as they headed up to the front door. It didn't help that he could feel that he was wet. On top of his newfound mobility issues, he now found himself burdened with permanent incontinence issues as well. A catheter would have been bearable, but considering that his bowel had torn during the accident - he was now permanently stuck wearing diapers too. It had been barely tolerable when it was faceless hospital nurses who changed him while he was barely conscious. Now he was home, he was going to have to do it himself. Matt smiled again as he pushed the door open to their townhouse. "Welcome home." Connor couldn't help but smirk slightly as he glanced around at the handful of helium balloons and home-drawn 'welcome home connor' banner that had been hung on the staircase railing. Fuck, Matt could be pretty cute sometimes. He was blushing, nervously rubbing the back of his neck as he smiled at his boyfriend. "I know you were kinda scared, so, I just, I thought I could maybe make it nicer for you?" Connor laughed. "It's cute, babe. Thank you." The two were interrupted by a banging at the door, and Connor glanced over. Matt answered it, an older woman with dark brown hair and a big bundle of flowers standing here. "I'm so sorry for intruding, but I saw the car in the drive and I heard that you were coming home today!" She bubbled. "We've missed you!" Cassandra had been their neighbour for as long as they'd lived here. Sure, she could be a bit nosy at times, and loved talking shit about the other neighbours in their complex, but she had always been kind to the two and raced over to give Connor a tight hug. "Look at you! Standing on your own again! So glad you're home, somebody needs to keep an eye on Matt after all!" Matt rolled his eyes playfully. "Apparently I play my teen bop music too loud." "Oh my god." Connor snorted. "Of course that's what you were doing while I was in hospital." For a brief moment, it was like everything was normal again. Laughing about Matt's obscure pop music tastes, standing in their living room. Connor smiled, until the worst thing that could possibly happen, seemed to want to start happening. The accident may have taken his bowel and bladder function, but it hadn't taken his sensation in those areas. His eyes widened as he felt his sphincter start to open - completely and utterly helpless against his body's wishes right now. He wanted to run, desperately, find the cold porcelain of a toilet seat and do his business in private- where it was meant to be. But there were no options for him here - his legs were barely functional, and all he could do was shift them slightly so here was more room between them for what was about to occur. He gripped his crutches, hard, and focused on keeping his balance and trying to pretend that he was absolutely not shitting his pants in this moment. "Hey, are you okay?" Matt glanced over at his boyfriend, concern dotting his eyes as he noticed the sudden stress he seemed to be under. "Fine." Connor barely managed, glancing down at the floor as the beginnings of a large log began to exit him. He farted, loudly, and he wished the floor would swallow him up right now. Cassandra was playing the polite neighbour and very clearly pretending that she didn't hear anything - probably out of sympathy - but it did nothing to help the situation. The log pushed against the padding of his diaper, soft and squishy and spreading out over his butt. His face went bright red as it pinched off, sliding down into the seat and settling there as smaller pieces also began to enter. "O-Oh-" Cassandra flushed bright red as she began to realise what was happening "Oh my- I, I should go-" "P-Please." Connor choked, trying desperately not to cry. This was not the time for seemingly the biggest shit he had ever done in his life. Matt ushered her out the door while Connor finished, the final piece landing in the disgusting mess that had just filled his diaper. He doubted that the skinny jeans that he was wearing hid any of his shame, and he stood in his living room as his eyes filled with tears. This is what he was now - a disgusting fucking cripple who shat himself in front of his neighbours. Matt quickly ran back to his boyfriend's aid, and gently grabbed his shoulders. "Hey, hey, don't freak out, okay? Please, it's okay. We knew this was going to happen, we're gonna sort it out, you're okay, yeah?" "S-She-" "She's not going to tell anyone, she understands. You just got home from the hospital, if it's ever understandable, that day is today. Let's, let's get you to the bathroom, and we'll clean you up, yeah?" Connor would have definitely protested his boyfriend helping him with such a task any other time, but he was in so much shock from what had just occurred that all he could manage was a nod. Matt smiled at him, trying to reassure the poor man, and held a hand on Connor's back as they started the slow shuffle to the bathroom, just in case he tripped. God, moving in a shit-filled diaper was even worse than shitting in it to begin with. Even though his 'walk' was barely classified as movement, it seemed to shift the mass in his diaper into every little possible crevice, even ones he didn't know existed. The smell began to waft too, as he started moving, and he felt like he was going to vomit. This was the most disgusting thing he'd ever done in his entire life, and he'd be doing it for the rest of his entire life. "That's it, almost there." Matt whispered encouragements as they reached the bathroom. Now was not the time to look at the accessibility renovations that had been made while Connor was gone - and instead he just gently followed Matt's lead as a rubber matt was laid on the floor, and he was laid down onto it. "I-I'm sorry, I d-don't-" Connor choked, staring up at the ceiling. "Hey, you don't have to be sorry, baby. I'm gonna help you, alright. We're gonna get through this, together." Connor sniffled. "D-Do you know what you're doing?" Matt smiled. "You forget my Mom used to own a daycare. I've changed thousands of diapers, alright? I know what I'm doing. You're in safe hands. Although, we might have to buy you some new pants." Connor nodded in agreement. He'd always had a nice ass, he'd known that for a long time, and wore the tightest skinny jeans he could find to show it off. Now, all they showed off was his shame. At least Matt seemed to be prepared - the cupboard under the sink which used to only gather dust now held creams, powders, all sorts of things that were needed for changes, including a big stack of diapers. His diapers, Connor reminded himself miserably. Matt seemed to be pretending that this was the most normal thing in the world - whistling to himself as he put on some rubber gloves and unbuttoned Connor's jeans. "I-I'm gonna learn to do this myself, y-yeah." Connor said outloud, not sure if he was asking himself a question, or desperately holding onto hope. "I know, you are. But right now, I'm just here to help, okay?" Matt repeated. "And I'll always be here to help." "Because changing your 21-year-old crippled boyfriend's baby diapers is what everyone wants to do." Connor muttered. "Hey, come on. Don't talk like this. I can make this special for you." Matt untaped the front of the diaper and opened it, the terrible stench filling the entire bathroom. Connor retched. "Special?!" "Woah, Stinker, slow down." Matt chuckled. "I gotta clean you first." The baby wipes were cold against his skin, but they were certainly softer and better quality than the ones that the nurses had used in the hospital. He didn't dare make eye contact with his boyfriend, instead staring at the ceiling and letting his mind go to static instead of dealing with the thoughts that were clouding him. That was, until soft fingers with a handful of cream ran up and down his shaft. "Woah, woah, what are you doing?!" "Diaper cream! I told you I could make it special." Matt smiled, a cheeky glimmer in his eyes. "I haven't seen your cock in months, of course I want to play with it." "A-Ah-" During his DIAPER change?! Was he crazy? It was the most un-sexy enviroment he could imagine - lying here on the bathroom floor. But then again, he hadn't gotten off in 3 months, and he wasn't about to dare to tell Matt to stop. "Y-You're gonna make me-" "And I think you want to." Matt teased, increasing the speed of his 'massage'. "Come on." Connor came, a silent crescendo filling his ears as months of sexual frustration became undone. Matt laughed softly, grabbed a wipe to clean up the mess, and finished taping up a clean diaper onto his boyfriend. It was a lot thicker than the hospital diapers that he had originally been sent home with, but no good boyfriend would let his partner walk around in something that prone to leakages. And besides, even though any mention of this to Connor right now would only embarrass him, he looked cute as hell with a little diaper boulder. "T-Thank you." Connor's cheeks flushed red once again as Matt helped him to his feet. "Really, I-" "Don't worry about it, baby." Matt smiled, running a hand through the shorter boy's curly hair. "I really mean it when I said that we would get though this together. I've got your back, always." Connor looked down at his shoes, biting his lip anxiously. "Promise?" "I promise." Matt smiled. "Now, c'mon, we've got dinner to cook." Connor grinned. That was exactly the normalcy he needed right now.

Cody enters his room after getting back from a halloween party to see it filled wuth his sisters dollies and babyish stuff. "SARAH I told you to stop leaving your stupid baby stuff in my room. Like I get you like playing house with your little dollies but play your little dumb baby game in your room" Cody yells. Sarah leaves the room upset and mad at her brother. She enters her room and then goes to the window. The moon was full on halloween night. She then makes a wish "I wish my brother could get a taught a lesson and experience how fun playing house can be!" As Sarah went to sleep and as Cody is starting to clean his room. Some force pushes him over. Then feels a hand pulling his pants down and giving him a huge wedgie. "Owww quit it Sarah that's not funny. You'll be so sorry after I get you back" Cody yells. Cody soon turns around and soon discovers its not Sarah. It's one of her dollies that seem to have grown to about his height smiling down at him. The doll then speaks "you really should not yell at your sister. You been a bad boy and your going to be taught a lesson you soon will never forgot" The doll snaps her fingers and a bunch of other dollies appear and push him to the ground and pin him on the ground. The big dolly laughs "so you think your sister is such a big baby for liking dollies and playing house? Well I think it's time you experience first time the joy of playing house and guess who's going to be the baby". Cody thought he was dreaming but he wasn't. "Please let me go. I promise il be better towards my sister!" The dollies ignore his plead then start stripping him butt naked. The dolly then speaks "Wow you sure do have a small wee wee and you won't be needing to play with it anymore so let's fix that" the dolly then grabs a pink chastity cage and puts it around Cody's wee wee. "Come on please you can't do this. You can't lock it up." Cody whines. The dolly laughs "if your a good boy maybe you'll get play time but now we need to put your diaper on before you have any accidents" Cody eyes widened "no way I'm not being your dumb little baby you can't...." then a pacifier gers popped into his mouth and can't spit it out. "Now now baby don't fuss all babies need there diapers" The dolly then snaps it fingers and a huge thick diaper appears. This diaper was different it moved and acted like a alive monster. It quickly ran over and then wrapped itself around Cody's waist and then tapped itself shut. "Much better now its time to feed the baby" the dolly says. Just then a highchair appears and the dolly carries Cody to it and takes out the pacifier. The dolly then grabs yucky baby food "open up sweetie it's feeding time". Cody tries to close just mouth but the dolly plugs his nose and gets a fully mouthful of goop in his mouth. She feeds him 4 packs of baby food. She then takes him and lays him across his lap then feeds him a warm bottle of milk. Just then Cody releases a huge fart *pfft* "My my I think baby needs to go poopy. Well go on use your diaper mister" the dolly giggles. Cody yells "no way I'm using this diaper you can't make me" Just then the diaper attached to him starts to squeeze in onto his stomach making it hard to hold in his poop. Unfortunately he couldn't hold it anymore and made a huge mush of poop in his diaper. "Peeyeww what a stinker looks like you need to be kept in diapers. How about a ride on the stink train" The dolly grabs him and bounces Cody on her knee mushing all his poopy all over. Cody disgusted couldn't believe he was treated like this. The dolly laughed "Ok time for your diaper change" the dolly puts him on the changing table and starts to undo the tapes. "Wheew somebody made a big present in his diaper" the dolly laughed again. Cody blushed but it was way better then staying in it. The dolly then takes off his cage and says "how about some fun since you been such a good boy". The new diaper she put underneath him formed a tounge from the inside and wrapped around his dick. Then it started to rub up and down its slimy tongue. The dolly the revealed her boobs and had Cody suck her booby milk "thats right Cody drink your mommys milk and make milky in your diaper" the doll smiled. The dolly then placed its hand in lube then stuck its finger up his butt. Cody couldn't help it. It felt so good. "That's it make milky for mommy" the dolly smiled. Then Cody blasted a full bunch of cum into the diaper and the diaper licked it up. "Such a good boy but you made a bit of a huge mess in your diaper. Time for a spanking" The dolly places him over his knee and spanks his bottom red. After his spanking the dolly puts him in a crib then gives him milk and he falls fast asleep. The next morning a flash of light wakes him up. His sister Sarah had her phone taking pics of him. "Oh my gosh baby bro you look so cute. I didn't know you liking acting like a baby" Cody protested "no Sarah its not what you think. Your dolly came alive and put me in this. Please delete the pics" Sarah then smiled "what a overactive imagination you have but sorry your just too cute and it's going to be fun having my own baby brother to play house with. If you don't play il send the pics I took to everybody you know. So better play along"

I have heard it said that our "olfactory" (hope I spelled that right) or sense of Smell, is one of our strongest senses related to triggering long distant, past Memories..anyone interested or know any thing about this and or want to share Diaper smell(s) experiences or memories, feel free..:)

Hey everybody! First time poster, longggggg time lurker (and I DO mean LONG. Like, 15+ years at least). Here is a little story I have been cooking up. It’s your standard fare “be careful what you wish for story”. Not meant to revolutionize the ABDL fiction game or anything, but just some nice, hot material for those who want it. It started out as prompts for captions I was planning to make, but ended up 6,000+ words, soooo...oops! Anyways, enjoy! Feedback/encouragement is always appreciated. Love our community- love you all! Stephanie’s Descent Stephanie was a beautiful, petite young lady of 26 who seemed to be grabbing the world by the horns. She had a job in an office doing clerical work while she was in school to become a lawyer, and had a sexy boyfriend named Mark. Sure, she felt insecure in her mature office suits, looking up at one well-dressed man or woman after another from her small stature with her girlishly cute looks. And sure, she had her suspicions that Mark was being unfaithful to her with another friend of hers. Yes, the schoolwork was intense and difficult, and despite her being so charming, this caused her on more than one occasion to be snippy or bratty to her other classmates. But Stephanie did not worry about this. Things would work themselves out. They always seemed to for girls who had it all, like her... One rocky living situation after another led her to have ask her mother if she could return home while she continued to work and study hard. It was a blow to Stephanie’s ego, but her mother Karen was secretly ecstatic. Karen supposed she should be happy for the strides in adulthood that Stephanie was making, but at times she would be so mad about the passage of time that she would do anything to get her little girl back. She would shake these thoughts from her head, as she already had an 18-month-old chubby baby girl to contend with named Lily. Lily’s father quickly left after Karen gave birth, making Karen all the more protective of her girls. She would use this time to impose motherly control and rules on Stephanie, whether she liked it or not. Plus, she could use a helper with Lily, so Stephanie added “caregiver” to her growing list of responsibilities... Stephanie stared down at Lily sleeping in her crib. She smiled and took a deep whiff of the smells of her baby sister’s nursery. Baby powder, baby wipes and the distinct smell of Pampers danced around her nostrils as she sighed, looking around the pink nursery adorned with infantile motifs of baby Disney characters and Winnie the Pooh. “I wonder what it would be like to be a baby again.” Stephanie wondered out loud as she headed over to the changing table. “No adult responsibilities- just toys, and baby shows and....diapers.” She felt a tingle shoot through her as she caressed the crinkly padding piled high under the changing table, imaging herself wearing it. “Oh sure, it would be SO embarrassing, but it might be kinda fun.” Stephanie bit her finger and looked around nervously. Her little shaved pussy throbbing and juices dripping into her panties, she took a breath and yanked her pants down. Then came her now soaked underwear. And now she stood in her baby sister’s nursery, naked from her bellybutton down, except for a cute pair of socks, ready to do something girls her age should not even be considering... Stephanie grabbed one of Lily’s diapers and a bottle of baby powder and placed it deliberately on top of the changing table. She took a big breath, unable to believe she was about to do what she planned to do and hoisted herself up onto the white padded surface. The cool, slick plastic of the changing surface caressing her bare bottom and privates sent another jolt of tingles through her body. Lying on her back she opened the thick diaper and gently fluffed it out to ready it to wear. Just like she did for her baby sister countless times. “If everybody could see me now! I wonder what they would say.” Stephanie again wondered aloud, this time with a chuckle. She bit her lip, lifted her small, perfectly smooth butt and slid the Pampers underneath her. She plopped her tushy down on the waiting, thirsty padding and shuddered as she began to feel more and more like a baby every second. She shook out a liberal amount of sweet-smelling baby powder over her already somewhat infantile looking, perfectly shaved crotch. Her heart was pounding as the mix of nursery aromas and baby sensations brought back feelings of helplessness and memories of daycare. She pulled the diaper up snugly in between her legs and taped it shut tightly against her. She knew from countless shopping trips previously that baby Lily wore the biggest size Pampers available on the market, being a chubby baby and all. The baby diaper fit Stephanie’s slender frame like a glove. She nearly spasmed as she looked down to see Sesame Street characters smiling up and waving at her from the top of the diaper. No, it was HER diaper now. The padding was thick, and almost oppressive, as it pressed securely into her most sensitive areas. The sensation was undeniably babyish. Even slight movements of her butt or legs caused a tell-tale crinkle to emit from her new infant underwear. Her powered pussy encased in her Pampers was dripping with a level of excitement she had never felt before. She was in pure baby bliss. She hopped off the changing table and waddled up to the full-length mirror near Lily’s crib. She was unable to stop herself from toddling, the thick diapers forcing her legs apart and causing an embarrassingly cute cascade of crinkles to follow her as she moved. She looked at herself in the mirror, her large puppy eyes and small figure complimenting her new choice of babyish undergarments. She giggled innocently and smiled as she examined her diapers from all sides. Caressing the outer padding and pulling them up tighter between her legs, she checked out her butt while moaning. Every touch and every movement cause the soft insides of her Pampers to further stroke and rub against her now incredibly sensitive clit, making her purr with pleasure. She looked to her right and glanced down at her still sleeping baby sister. Her gaze shot back to her reflection in the mirror, she popped her thumb in her mouth and in the most babyish voice she could muster exclaimed “More!” She giggled, twirled her hair and began bouncing in place. “More! More! More!” She chirped as she set about the nursery to further enhance her naughty, but incredibly pleasurable experience. Stephanie practically skipped over to Lily’s Winnie the Pooh dresser and threw open the drawers to rummage for more goodies to complete her immersion into babyhood. She practically ripper her halter-top off and unhooked her bra in an instant, letting her pert little breasts bounce free as she did so. She pulled from the dresser the biggest shirt she could find- a nursery yellow My Little Pony shirt featuring cartoon ponies hugging each other on the front. The immature shirt clung to her tightly, barely stretching down to her navel, and holding her small tits close to her chest, making her look flatter than ever. From the top drawer she pulled a small hairbrush and two hair ties with two bright pink plastic balls attached to them. With a sense of urgency, she deftly secured her brown hair into two high pigtails on top of her head. She fished around in the top drawer for a little while longer until she found what she sought, an all-white pacifier with a pink ring on the front of it. She popped in her mouth and almost bit down on the nipple with the surge of pleasure she felt from debasing herself even further from her adult self. She crinkled back up to the full-length mirror with a waddle and gasped at the reflection greeting her. From head to toe she looked every bit a baby- not a day older than her sister Lily. Gone were the fancy suits she wore in the office. Gone were the trendy clothes she wore to stay noticed in college. Gone were the date night dresses she donned to look sexy for her boyfriend Mark. Here she stood completely raw and infantilized for the world. She looked so cute and babyish it was humiliating. She blushed at her appearance and her rosy cheeks only served to make her look MORE like an infant. She looked down and felt her body to make sure it was really her she was looking at in the mirror. She had never felt more infantile or embarrassed. The butterflies in her tummy and the warmth wetness she felt in her private parts signaled to her only one thing...she loved this. End of part 1. I will most definitely be posting more!

You were lying freshly-cleaned and indignant. “Oh my gosh!” the Amazon’s excited squeal filled the locker room. She plucked a new diaper from your supplies, gushing over its cuteness. “This must be one of the new prints! I had no idea these were out already! Oooh! You’re gonna look so cute!” This Amazon was your Trainer; not potty trainer, Personal Trainer. She was beaming, fluffing open the diaper above where you lay blushing on the changing pad. ”I mean, you Little players are like celebrities with all these sponsorships. And look...” her hand rested inside, rubbing enticing circles into the cushion, “...it’s so soft and thick for our wittle’s wet bum-bum, hm?” she teased. You refused to watch and crossed your arms. “Aw, you’re just cranky ‘cause you were in that soggy diaper for so long. Don’t worry!” she scooped up your waiting ankles and slid the diaper under you like it was the most natural thing to happen to you in the world. ”This will make you feel all better,” she cooed. She kept your legs in her free hand; soon a soft smell filled the room she was starting to powder you. “This will keep you all dry~. She giggled, “At least, for a little while.” Her fingertips reached down, gliding over your baby smooth skin; not a single hair remained down there per the League’s strict diapering of Littles regulations. “Hmm...” Your Trainer’s hand rubbed around your lotioned thighs as she mused aloud. “Maybe a booster...” “I-I am potty traine—er... training.” You’d piped up, but from your current position, dusted with baby powder atop a changed diaper, it may have come across as more of a childish whine than you intended. “If you woulda let me go to the potty and hadn’t made me drink so much...” “Nonsense,” your Trainer cut in, adding the booster regardless. “I gave you exactly the number of bottles a Little needs to stay sufficiently hydrated. It’s not my fault you can’t make it to the potty in time.” “But I was—m!” “Nuh huh,” she waggled her finger. “None of that. Suck your paci until I’m done changing you.” Something that looked exactly like a pacifier was now moving in your mouth. You felt the diaper go taut then Your Trainer busied herself wrapping the crinkly sides snug enough to prevent your proclivity for leaks. “Besides,” she continued securing the plastic tabs, “I think your last diaper would argue against you being even close to potty training. Didn’t I change someone’s poopy diaper not too long ago too, hmm? Honestly, if you keep blaming your problems on others sweetie it just goes to show you’re still not mature enough to handle being out of diapers. Isn’t that what this little game is all about? Only the driest can be Captain, you know.” Unable to complain thus furiously heated while she taped you up, she finally helped you sit up. “D’aw! You look adorable and they do fit you perfectly! You keep suckling that binky, honey, I can tell it’s helping. Now Let your Trainer take care of the rest of your padding,” she winked, delighted by her own play on words. You knew the thing in your mouth looked like a pacifier but you seethed at her not even bothering to call it a mouthguard. You suckled, maybe a little too hard as a few babyish mouthing noises slipped out by accident, but it was more to keep you from saying the many things you wanted to say, but knowing the consequences could get...messy. “Oh ho. I can tell someone feels a whole lot better in a clean diaper.” Her finger swiped up along the blue strip that stretched the front. “Now there’s no way to hide if you’ve wet your diaper or not. You know that’s a penalty if you don’t tell the ref right away if you’ve used your diaper, remember sweetie? You know your team can’t afford you to be a little stinker, right?” You flushed. She always knew how to push your buttons along with the ones she was currently snapping up your crotch. It hadn’t been an accident! You had known as soon as she had fed you that bottle after a ‘tantrum’ you’d had with her that the timer had been set. It had been a valiant effort during the game, as your desperation grew, but it all came rushing out when you had been checked into the glass by that Mid. Your diaper sagged in the seat then alarming warmth filled the rest with your complete loss. The player needn’t have given you the most cursory of checks before she gleefully declared you were wearing a poopy diaper to the referee. Didn’t matter it was medically induced. Your transgression had cost the team a 15 minute penalty and the whole televised game. Now the coach had you restricted to the most babyish diapers, checks, and changing regimen. You hated to admit it, but after so many ‘accidents’ you were starting to look forward to changes. I mean a fresh diaper, still firm and soft, was loads better in comparison to a full one, but that just made sense...right? Hands grasped under your arms and your Trainer helped you off the changing mat. You teetered on your skates she had just laced back up on your feet and she held your hand to steady you like an unbalanced toddler. Hockey. Yes, hockey. You played hockey. Why Amazons couldn’t trust Littles to make it to the bathroom or drink out of a cup but let you skate around with dangerous things was just another reflection of Amazon logic when it came to Littles, i.e. none. She bent down brushing off some stray powder that had leaked out of your pants before straightening up again with an accomplished huff. “Ok, honey. Changing time’s over. Let’s get you back to practice.” ***

(All characters in the following fictional story are above the age of 18.) I saw my Little visitor, Bobbie, crouching in the corner of my living room. I smiled because I knew a Little’s ‘poopy face’ when I saw one, and I was excited for this moment to come. You see, little Bobbie has come to stay with me a few days ago. Of course, I immediately demanded he start wearing diapers, despite his dire protests. “Mommy,” (What I’d instructed him to call me due to his ‘Mommy’s boy’ behavior problems), “I don't need diapers! I'm potty trained, I pwomise!” “Oh yeah?” I replied as he laid naked before me on the diaper changing table for the first time. “How do you explain these filthy stains in your underpants? Or the urine you splashed on the toilet seat? Or what we have right here...” I grabbed a wet wipe from the side of the diaper changing table and dragged it down his naked little bottom and twirled it around his bum hole. He winced and blushed as I teased his bottom. It was my favorite look to see on a boy when I changed his diaper— the special mixture of humiliation and helplessness. I held up the dirty wipe for him to see. “It's very clear you are *not* potty trained at all, given that you don't even know how to wipe your own bottom!” I scolded. Little Bobbie hung his head in shame. I knew I had won the battle over what undergarments he'd be wearing from now on. I gently slipped a paci in Bobbie’s mouth and shaved all of his pubic hair off for easy future cleaning (I also love to see a boy’s peepee so nice and smooth on the diaper changing table!) I then finished wiping his bottom, powdering him, and wrapping him tight in a nice, thick, disposable diaper. As I helped Bobbie off the change table in his new diaper, his bright red face told me he was speechless with humiliation. I was blushing with exhilaration. I took great glee later that day (as I always do) when I told Bobbie, ‘when in diapers, toilets are off limits.’ I grinned as I watched him squirm and make a very, yellow, soggy diaper for me to change. And over the last few days, I've relished every chance I’ve had to squeeze his soggy diaper and tease him for being such a ‘peepee pants’. But what I was really looking forward to... was Bobbie’s first ‘mess’. Of course, it was clear Bobbie intended to hold his ‘number two’ as long as he could. It’s concerning to any Mommy to know that their Little is getting constipated. (An unavoidable fact to learn when one only changes ‘yellow’ diapers over a period of days.) I knew Bobbie hadn't taken his diaper off to relieve his bowels somewhere else due to the locking mechanisms I began using to ensure that only I could remove his diaper. I also knew Bobbie was putting some serious effort into ‘holding it’, since the diet I had been feeding him certainly ‘encouraged’ the voiding of his bowels. But I patiently bided my time, knowing that the more backed up he got, the better the ‘moment’ would be. Finally, that afternoon, I decided to give him the ‘help’ he needed downstairs to finally go over the edge. I secretly inserted 6 glycerin suppositories into his bum during his diaper change. It was overkill, certainly, but I had decided that Little Bobbie deserved a very ‘urgent’ sort of accident. Maybe then, he would think twice about ‘holding’ it in the future. Now, it was just an hour or so later, after a very fiber packed dinner in his high chair, that Bobbie was retreating to the corner to do what I call, ‘the poopy shuffle.’ That is, Little Bobbie was trying to find a spot to crouch down and hide, while grabbing his tummy, while grunting, while holding his diapered butt, while dancing on his feet, still hoping to hold it in. “Bobbie,” I called out with a smile. “What are you doing over there in that corner?” “Nothing,” he whispered. “Oh yeah? Well it looks like you're doing a poopy. Is that what you're going?” I asked again from across the room. “No!” He grunted. “Bobbie, if I come over there and check that diaper in five minutes, and I find out you lied to me because your diaper is full of poopy, do you know what's going to happen?” I chastised. “No,” he grunted again. “I'm going to put you over my knee for a very hard, very long spanking! Poopy diaper or not,” I said. He grunted, looked at me with his bright red face, then looked away again. He stuck his thumb in his mouth (something I told him he must do whenever in the process of using his diaper) and said, “Okay Mommy. I'm doing a poopy!” I smiled. I walked toward him and began gently rubbing his back. “Good boy. Good boy, making a poopy in his diapers for Mommy,” I coo’d. I could tell he hated the way my touch invaded his privacy even further while making it harder for him to avoid ‘doing his deed’. I then placed my hand on his diapered butt and began to gently pat his behind. “Make a poppy diaper for Mommy. Go ahead, Bobbie,” I coo'd. “Just make sure Mommy knows when it's coming out.” “I'm going, Mommy,” he grunted. “I'm going poopoo,” he grunted loudly. I smiled with delight as I felt the back of his diaper fill up with a warm, brown mass. I began squeezing and patting his mess as he continued crouching, grunting, and pushing more of his hot load into the seat of his crinkly diaper. “Good boy! Making your poppies for Mommy! Keep going! Make a big stinky diaper for Mommy to change,” I continued to coo as I mushed and squeezed the mess contained in his diaper. “Mommy,” he moaned involuntarily. A loud hiss rang out, and I knew his bladder was releasing as well. I watched with joy as the front of his diaper turned bright yellow. I continued massaging, fondling, and mushing his mess against his bottom he continued to sweat and grunt and squeeze in front of me. Soon it was clear little Bobbie was wearing one of the messiest, poopiest diapers I'd ever seen! And knowing how much Bobbie had resisted doing it made it that much more satisfying to watch. “Pee ew!” I said after he had finally stopped grunting and caught his breath. “You are one, poopy baby, aren't you!” I teased as I lightly patted his poopy diaper butt. “Yeth, Mommy,” he replied with his thumb in his mouth. “Do you want a diaper change?” I asked him as I continued mushing his poppy diaper into his butt and groin. “Yeth pwease,” he said, his thumb still in his mouth. “Yes please what?” I asked. “Yeth, pwease, Mommy, pwease change my poppy diaper,” he begged. His face was redder than I'd ever seen it. I could tell that the relief of his evacuation was fading—he could fully take in the warm and stinky mess he had made, and I knew he was being overwhelmed with waves of extreme embarrassment and shame. I was in heaven. “Okie, Bobbie. I’ll change your poopy diaper. Right after we get you some milk,” I said with a smirk. Bobbie groaned with dread, but he knew better than to argue. I picked Bobbie up in my hands, carried him over to my couch, and exposed my breast from my maternity bra, just as we had done every night since he has arrived. He immediately went to town—latching on my voluptuous breast and sucking down my warm breast milk. “Hungry, poopy baby!” I said with a laugh. I patted his poopy bottom as he drank, relishing the sensation of Bobbie sucking down my milk while I fondled and mushed his stinky diaper against his bottom with my hand. I knew that Bobbie was now feeling littler and more babyish than he ever had in his adult life, and the feeling of transforming him through such intense humiliation made me practically euphoric with arousal. “Mommy,” he said, looking up at me with my warm milk dripping down his chin. “I have to go weewee again.” I giggled and patted his butt again. “It's okay sweetie, your poopy diaper can hold it. Go ahead,” I said as I switched him over to my other breast. I smiled with pleasure as his already soggy diaper dropped just a little bit more as he let out a new stream of warm, yellow urine into the front of his diaper. “Good boy. Mommy’s little stinker is such a good boy,” I coo’d as he hungrily swallowed the milk from my other breast. By the time my breasts were finished, Bobbie had fallen asleep in my lap—no doubt an effect from the warm milk, my warm lap, and well, his warm, soiled diaper. I lifted Bobbie up and carried him to his nursery. I put Bobbie down on his diaper changing table, and with a predictable *squelch*, his mega poopy mess squeezed out through his leg holes. “What a poopy boy!” I said to the sleep Little. His face predictably reddened. I laid him back on the table, undid the tapes of his diaper, and lifted up the diaper to take a look at the damage. “My my! This is the poopiest diaper Mommy’s ever seen!” I teased as the stench of his mess wafted into the room. “Sawwy, Mommy,” he replied, his thumb in his mouth again. “It's okay, little one. You can't help it. You're just a little baby who needs Mommy to clean up his poopy messes, aren’t you?” I coo’d as used the front of his soggy diaper to wipe the chunks of his brown mess off his bottom. “Yeth, Mommy,” he replied. *** Although some Nannies don't like changing poopy diapers, personally, I love them. That's because, when I looked down at Bobbie’s stinky, open diaper in front of me, I felt an incredible and transcendent power over the little one, as I always do. My observation of Bobbie’s stinky mess alone represents an incredible act of domination that communicates his total helplessness and dependence on me as his caregiver in his most embarrassing and vulnerable state. There is nothing more thrilling than watching his transformative humiliation in real time as he experiences the babyish sensation of my cool wipes patiently cleaning him up his filthy bum. As I lifted his legs, scrubbed his mess, sang to him about his stinky accident, gently fingered his bottom to get it ‘extra clean’, showed him the massive load in his used diaper before throwing it out, sprinkled him with baby powder, and wrapped him in an extra thick, fresh, clean diaper, I knew I was doing what I love best when it comes to being a Mommy for my Littles. And as I put little Bobbie in his jammies and tucked him into bed, I knew I couldn't wait to do it all over again tomorrow. *** Did you enjoy this naughty little diaper story, my Little? Find tons more of my ABDL stories by visiting me at: www.nannychloetales.com www.amazon.com/author/nannychloe https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/NChloe And by following me on Tumblr! http://nannychloetales.tumblr.com/ XOXO Nanny Chloe

Hi Everyone! I had an amazing experience this morning and I wanted to get some feedback and see if others have had the same thing.

To Mary, who sat suckling her thumb in her newest prison, life seemed simple. you listened to the higher classes of furries, and obeyed when they gave orders, so you got food pleasure warmth and shelter. It was a good life she had, with her master Phillip, but he had been ordered to move nearer to the northern Lights alliance, rather than stay In Unityia. ANd Mary couldn't go with him. so as his property, she was part of the estate sale. She sat, listening to the market bustle around her, and tried to breathe softly, easily, calmly. Phillip had been so kind, he had changed her diapers as soon as she had wet them and he only required her to mess her diapers in the night...during the day, in his usual lenient manner, he had allowed her to actually use a bathroom for her messy accidents. But this market around her brought down the realization that she was, in fact, a diaper slave. just a little fox in her diapers. She knew better than to talk to the Market manager, she would be punished. she was supposed to act like any of the other possessions, like the couch or the range, silent and useful. Mary could see a woman across the yard from her, a tall panther, who had been pointing at Mary and talking to one of the market directors for over half of an hour. Mary turned away from her, trying to wiggle her bum at some of the nicer looking people, old men who she didn't think could spank her if they tried, and young women with children, who knew what it was like to have real babies. but none of them looked at her seriously. she didn't know how much she was being sold for, but it must have been high. according to her slaves' contract, it should make her proud that it was so high. But mary had never been good at Being a Diaper slave. The Panther woman continued to haggle, as a storm cloud moved in. the tents set up over the soft items like couches and painting would keep them dry, but Mary was considered waterproof. She only wished that her diaper knew that. as the soft rain started to hit her skin she enjoyed the cooling effects after yesterday's summer heat. it was hard sometimes to look as cute as she was supposed to, but that made some people drool even harder. her thoughts were interrupted as the door to her cage opened. two strong arms pulled her out, and presented her to the Pather woman. Mary spoke first "Hello Ma'am, are you purchasing me?" The panther smiled and nodded her head "Yes, little fox, I am. but first we need to test your obedience. tell me, how long have you been a slave?" "fifteen years ma'am. I was sold when I was six" Mary responded, shifting uncomfortably on the hard market tiles, slid with rain. annoyingly, her diaper was starting to sag with the water weight. The panther nodded, then looked at her notes. "Unfortunately, it looks as if Sit Westburton, Your master Phillip, and previous daddy, was rather as laxidasicle with your training as he was with his militia and his finance. so let's test this, shall we? As your first order, I want you to fill that diaper for mommy. immediately" Mary blushed as she moved from a kneeling, to a squatting position. the pee came first, hot and fast, hissing into the front of her diaper, making it sag and discolor. the mess was harder, she pushed, and it slowly came out, pushing into the seat of her diaper, forming a solid, squishy mass as her diaper ballooned out. Mary was panting like a dog, her long foxes tounge loolling out. her conditioning making the diaper filing a highly erotic and stimulating experience. as her diaper continued to sag and discolor, the Panther shamelessly began to rub her own clot from the outside of her pencil skirt. it was one of the perks of being an alpha, since the change had taken place. that kind of behavior was outlawed in lower slave castes, and certainly would have never been allowed in The pre-change Human society. Mary moaned as she tried to push out any more, but there was none left to evacuate, and the panther walked around behind her, gently bouncing the mess in mary's diaper up and down with the toe of her high heels. "I'll take her for the price we agreed upon, and her entire Nursery stock. around how many diapers did her has in reserve, and what condition..." Mary stopped listening as the panther absent-mindedly handed her a vibrating wand, and gestured towards Mary's bulging crotch. mary HATED to pleasure herself while she was messy. but..but.. she couldn't disobey her new mistress/mommy, not on the very first day! So she pressed the head of the wand against her wet padding, moaning openly as she went up and down with it, groaning as her hips bucked, and inwardly screaming at herself for enjoying it so much. as she climaxed, she fainted into the arms of one of the guards. as her eyes were covered by darkness and she fell into sleep, the panther woman squatted down and said "good girl"

after wearing cloth diaper for a while now my only complaint is having to deal with poppy diapers... granted my messy diapers a more like explosions due to my IBS-D so that could be the issue.. typically

I'm still working off and on with Student's Pet, however this is an idea that was stewing in my head for a long time. I don't expect to update this particular story very frequently. Because of that, however, I'm going to make each update I do make its own, self-contained story. That way if I end up leaving it by the wayside nobody will be stuck with some cliffhangery chapter that never completes itself. So, without further ado, I hope you enjoy Summer's Retreat. The story has been reposted here: https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/60675-summers-retreat/

At the End of Her Tether Part 1 Jill grimaced as she sorted out the weeks wash. Five pairs of John's jockey shorts had brown streaks in the back and they all needed soaking in Napisan. Six months into their marriage and she felt she was falling into the role of Mother, rather than wife. Grimly, she inverted each pair of underpants so the unpleasant soiling was on full display. "John?" She called. "Can you come down here, we need to talk." She heard footsteps on the landing above. "What is it, I'm busy!" The irritation in his voice goaded an angry reply. "I need to talk to you right now," Jill snapped back. Since he had lost his job, he had let himself go completely, blaming depression. Her sharp tone worked and moments later her husband entered the kitchen, still in his pajamas. He paled as she pointed at his dirty underwear, "This stops now!" She snapped. "You are 29 years old behaving like a 4 year old toddler!" John was frozen, mortified by shame as her tirade continued. "Your toileting habits are revolting. You never clean the bowl from poo that you leave spread over the sides, you piss over the seat and floor, you leave poo and pee stains in your knickers." John hung his head, the shame filling his eyes with tears. Exasperated, Jill threw her arms in the air. "Again! Now the tears start!" She relented and embraced him, hugging him to her bosom. "John?" She lifted his tear stained face to hers. "We will work through this together, and get you back on normal track, OK?" He nodded. She cupped his unshaven face in her hands. "I want my husband back," she said in a soft condescending tone. "I need you to give me a baby. At the moment, you are the baby of his household and we have to make you grown up again, don't we?" She continued to hold his face in her hands and John managed to nod with his eyes. She could smell his body odour now, evidence that he had not showered for at least two days. "I will be your mommy and you will be my little boy, OK?" John nodded. "And you will do what Mommy tells you, OK?" John nodded. "Say 'yes mommy,'" Jill prompted. "Yes Mommy," John whispered. Jill unbuttoned his pajama top, removing the garment completely. She pulled down his bottoms and was shocked as she touched a wet sticky patch. Jill silently fumed to herself, realizing her husband had been upstairs masturbating to material on the internet. Silently she pulled the soiled garment away as John stepped out of it. His underpants were yanked down and Jill almost gagged at the revolting sight resting in the seat. She held the offending article up to his eyes. "Now you know why Mommy has got to take control, don't you?" "Yes Mommy," he replied meekly. She was surprised at how compliant he had become now she was asserting herself. Here is was, completely naked and looking like a lost little boy. Jill pointed at a corner in the kitchen. "Go and stand there and wait while Mommy soaks your pooey underpants," she ordered. John shuffled over at watched her fill a bucket. Jill twirled a finger. "Now turn round and face the wall and John?" she deliberately paused until he looked up at her. "Put your thumb in your mouth please.." Startled, John looked awkward. "Please Jill.." "Mommy to you," She snapped. "And do what your told. Deflated, John slowly moved his right digit to his mouth and turned to face the wall. Part 2. John stood behind Jill as she filled the sink with warm water. Jill then placed a large plastic tub on the kitchen tiles and told John to stand inside. “Jill, I mean Mommy, I can wash myself, you know?” Jill grabbed his wrist and guided his thumb to his mouth. “That stays in until Mommy says, OK?” Defiantly, John pulled his thumb out. “No!” he barked. “You are treating me like a baby, it is humiliating!” This time Jill ignored the tears welling up in his eyes and pushed his thumb back into place. “You agreed that I was to take control, and that means to do what I say.” Again, he removed his thumb. “You can’t make me,” he spat stubbornly. Jill swung her right so fast that John saw nothing until her palm cracked against his jaw. He stumbled backwards, tripping over the plastic bowl and falling to the floor. Opening a drawer, Jill picked out her largest wooden spoon and reached down to painfully grip John’s ear. “Up,” she ordered. John, his face ashen with fear and pain, scrambled to his feet, yelping out load as she twisted his ear callously. She had known John now for a year and had never struck him before, but strangely she felt gratified by the act. She wielded the wooden spoon with a couple of hard swats on his buttocks and thighs, causing an agreeable painful scream from her injured husband. It wasn’t that he was smaller, or weaker than herself but she had suspected for a long time that he needed someone more powerful and assertive in his life. Jill pointed at the plastic bowl. “Shall we start again?” Defeated and trembling, John stepped into the bowl and allowed Jill to guide his thumb to its rightful abode. John flinched as she pushed the wooden spoon under his nose. “That stays in, and you stay silent, do you understand?” John nodded, his eyes showing fresh wetness. Jill returned to the sink and filled a small jug with warm water which she poured over John’s head. A squeeze of shampoo followed and she lathered his hair. “Now,” Jill said. “Treating you like a baby? I don’t think that is fair.” She wiped some soap away from his eyes. “You have been behaving like a baby with your revolting toilet habits and lazy slovenly lifestyle.” She poured fresh water over his head, rinsing the soap away. Next, she twisted a cloth flannel into a sharp point and started reaming out his ear canals. John painfully yelped as she twisted the cloth around his ear. “When I married you,” she continued. “I thought you were going to love and cherish me. Keep me and give me babies, but it has not been like that, has it?” John started to remove his thumb but Jill slapped his arm. “Keep it there,” she snapped. “I don’t want to hear what you have got to say. I have heard and seen enough now.” She rinsed the flannel and started in earnest on the other ear. “John, my dear baby-boy husband, you have betrayed me, lied to me and betrayed me.” Jill applied some soap to the cloth and vigorously started rubbing down his torso. “I suspected your manliness when you can’t stay hard in bed, when you make pathetic excuses not to make love to me. Meaning I was to stay childless while we where together. Arms up!” Obediently John complied while his wife washed his arm pits. More rinsing water followed. “But, every since we have known each other, you have consciously been leaving me hints and clues about what sort of relationship you wanted with me.” Jill applied the flannel to his groin, ignoring the painful jumps and groans. “What hurt me was the masturbating to your fantasy world on the internet. Emptying your seed into your underpants and jammies, knowing I was going to find the stains.” John gasped as she yanked back his foreskin and roughly scrubbed the soiled glands beneath. “Then came the soiled pants.. and now we are here. Mommy is taking control now.” Jill discarded the flannel into the sink, before rummaging around in the cupboard beneath, retrieving rubber gloves and an old floor cloth. John watched apprehensively as she pulled on the gloves. “Bend over now, Mommy has some heavy duty cleaning to do.” Part 3. Jill pulled his thumb out of his mouth as she toweled him dry. His penis responded to the handling by swelling and comically bobbing around in front. She tapped it with her fingers. “Rule number one,” she said sternly. “I don’t trust you. You must understand that, don’t you? You have lost my trust and it will take a lot to get it back. So, every rule from now on reflects the fact you are, in my eyes, no longer a man, you are a child, my child to care for and guide.” Jill pinched his chin and lifted his mortified eyes to hers. “So if you don’t like any of the other rules I am going to lay down in this house, you have only yourself to blame. I will not be trusting you with anything for a long time, got it?” Sheepishly, John nodded. Jill smiled and leant forward and kissed him on the lips. “Now John, my precious baby-boy husband, I am going to show you around your new home.” Her hand brushed against his erection. “Ahh,” she laughed, “I better tell you Rule number two, would you like to hear it?” John gasped as Jill gripped his penis firmly. “No more playing with yourself. Got it?” John nodded. “From now on,” Jill said. “I want to be responsible for your orgasm, OK? I may want your sperm inside me, or I would like to be involved every time you cum, OK?” John nodded again, a brightness showing in his eyes at last. Jill smiled and kissed him again. “Of course,” she grinned. “I won’t be trusting you. I will take steps to ensure your complete compliance.” She lightly slapped his bottom and held out her hand. John took it. “So this is your new kitchen.” Jill pointed at one of the fold up plastic chairs, normally reserved for an overspill of guests. “You will sit at the table only on that chair.” She pointed at the matching upholstered chairs. “Those are reserved for adults and I definitely don’t want any Poo stains on them.” Jill pointed at the fridge and cupboards. “Those are off-limits, only Mommy is allowed in them. I will prepare all my little boy meals from now on, and that means no snacking.” Jill smiled. “There is one exception. My little boy can help himself to water from the cold tap, OK?” Jill pulled John by the hand into the Living Room. She pointed at the TV. “Only Mommy can turn that on, and Mommy decides what you watch from now on.” John looked really dejected but held his peace. Jill waved at the sofa and chairs. “They are off-limits, now you can only lie on the carpet, is that clear?” John was lost for words. To goad him, Jill gripped his penis and rolled his foreskin back and forth. “Is that clear?” she repeated, feeling him growing in her hand. “Yes..” “Yes what?” “Yes Mommy,” he gasped. Jill pressed her lips against his and pushed a tongue into his mouth. He responded and they stayed embraced for many seconds. Jill whispered in his ear. Mommy wants to talk about what you have been masturbating to on the internet.” Jill felt her breasts firm up as she pushed herself against her husband’s naked body. “Mommy found the pictures of the dominant women who were punishing their men.” Jill felt John tense as she had hit a nerve. “Mommy likes the woman who was sitting on her husband’s face.” Jill pulled back and looked at John. “Did you cum to that picture?” John paled and buried his hands in his face. Jill pulled his hand. “I think you better lie down on the carpet,:” she ordered. John complied and watched his wife disrobe. Part 4 Jill had never been here before. They had been a strict conventional missionary position couple. She had always dreamed of oral sex. In her fantasy, John was so masterful as he pushed her backwards onto the mattress, reached under her skirt and ripped off her panties. He would then wench her knees apart, exposing her most secret parts to his lustful gaze. Next, she would feel his hot breath on her sex as he savored her aroma, before descending into her abyss. A fantasy, which regretfully faded as her married months past. It became evident that her husband was not going to take the much-desired masterful lead in the bedroom that she so fantasied about. She had then focused on conception with the objective of delivering a distracting bundle of joy. Stepping out of her panties, she saw a fresh glistening stain in the gusset, reflecting her own current ardor. Her eyes rose to meet John’s who was staring at her panties. “You want these?” She smiled, knowing the answer. “My baby-boy is such a pervert,” she teased. Jill inverted the panties and pushed the stain towards John’s lips. “Open up,” she laughed as John obliged. She stretched the material over her finger and inserted deep into his mouth. “Suck,” she ordered. After a few moments, she discarded the panties, stood astride John’s chest while presenting her bottom to his gaze and dropped to her knees. Edging her feet under his arms, she shuffled backwards until she felt his stubble on the sensitive skin of her inner buttocks. She looked over her shoulder. “John baby, Mommy wants you to make love to her bottom, like on that porn site you visited.” John tried not to look at her, he was suffering with a great deal of humiliation and shame. Jill smiled with delight at the terror in his eyes. “Oh yes you will,” she said. “Mommy will be cleaning your bottom from now on, so it is fair that you shall reciprocate somewhat, eh?” With two hands, she reached behind and gripped her buttocks, spreading them as wide as possible, before descending onto her husband’s face. A moment passed before she felt his tongue stroking her anus gently. Jill stroked her clitoris, reaching orgasm within five minutes. She pressed down firmly on John’s face, amused by his frantic struggles for air. His lonely penis in front of her dribbled copiously with pre-cum, such was his excitement. Jill climbed off and knelt beside him. “Does my baby-boy want to cum?” she asked, eyebrows raised. John nodded, a pleasing begging glow in his eyes. “If I Iet you cum, will you obey your mommy in everything that she tells you to do?” “Yes Mommy,” John croaked. “Without question?” “Without question,” John echoed. Jill smiled and swung a leg across John’s torso. “I want you to come inside me, but only when I tell you to cum, ok sweetheart?” John nodded. Jill reached between her thighs and guided John’s hard member to the gate of her pussy. “Remember,” she whispered. “Don’t cum till I tell you too, OK?” John was too delirious to hear to understand as she lowered herself onto his rock hard cock. Jill was filled with a burning glow from his erection, a heat she had never felt before. As she made contact with his pubic bone, his penis pushed hard against the door to her uterus and then pulsed and shuddered. Jill looked down at John’s tightly closed eyes as he emptied his semen into her. Frantic to keep the semen in her as long as possible, she pulled off and lay on her back next to John. “Baby?” She looked into his eyes. “You came too early and Mommy told you to wait?” “I’m sorry,” John whispered. “I couldn’t help it.” Jill tut-tutted and shook her head. “You are such a helpless creature. Such a little baby. Mommy is very disappointed with you.” Jill sat up and looked down at herself. She felt between her legs and presented her cum covered digit to John’s lips. Part 5 As Jill put her cloths on she smiled down at John. “Darling baby-boy, don’t look so worried. I am not cross with you. If you were a responsible adult, I might punish you in some way for weaknesses, but when you tell me “you can’t help it, then I have to realize and understand that you are completely helpless with absolutely no control whatsoever.” Terrified, John stared up at her, wondering where this was leading. Jill bent over and offered John her hand. “Come on, we have the rest of the house to tour, there are so many things that I need to show you, so many new rules for you to remember.” In the hallway, by the front door, Jill pointed at his golf clubs, waiting for his afternoon session later today. “I will move them into the garage, and next week we will sell them on EBay.” John trembled. “Mommy, you can’t..” Jill gripped his wrist and guided his thumb to his mouth. “Suck it Baby, “ she ordered. “I am getting tired of repeating myself. When you are an adult, you can play adult games, but we both know that stage is a long way off.” They moved off up the stairs and into the bedroom. Jill pointed at the wardrobe and the Crest of Drawers. “Darling baby-boy. Mommy chooses what you wear now so there is no need to rummage around there and get clothes out. Wait for Mommy to get clothes out and dress you.” Jill opened a drawer and pulled out a clean pair of jockeys. She held them out to John for him to step into. He meekly allowed her to pull them up into position. Next followed a matching white T-shirt. “There!” Jill exclaimed. “You are dressed for the house. I can now keep a beady eye on the state of your underwear, from both sides.” John removed his thumb from his mouth. “Mommy, I am not going to dirty my pants again, promise you,” he begged. Jill smiled and kissed him. “That is the truest thing you have said all day, well done my darling!” She patted the seat of his jockeys. “But of course, I don’t trust you, and I will be taking appropriate measures to ensure you don’t poop in your jockeys again.” Jill stuck a finger in her mouth and looked at him. “Ahh, that reminds me, have you had your morning poop yet?” Nervously, John shook his head. Jill smiled and held out her hand, pulling him out of the room. “Come then my little soldier, onward to the next room, your new bathroom!” Jill pointed at the toilet. “Baby-boy?” John looked up at her. “You only use that when supervised by Mommy, OK?” John looked confused. “When you need to pee or poop, you must find Mommy, tell her, and she will take you to the potty.” Jill said patiently. “This is so normal for toddler boys, I promise you,” she laughed at the shock on his face. Jill opened her hand and started counting on her fingers. “Bathroom rules, number one, you do not use the potty by yourself. Number two, you do not wipe your own bottom anymore, that is way beyond your current skill level anyway. Number three, You do not shower or take a bath without being supervised by Mommy.” Jill chewed on the end of her index finger. “That’s most of the rules anyway. I am sure I will think up new ones as we go along.” Jill gripped the waistband of his jockeys and yanked them down. Theatrically, she peered into the pants. “Good Boy!” she gushed. “Clever keeping clean for Mommy.” She lifted the toilet seat. “Face the cistern and sit,” she ordered. John baulked at this new humiliation and it earned him a slap on the bottom. He hastened to oblige and gingerly planted his splayed thighs on the cold porcelain. Jill checked that his penis was facing down. “Now my baby-boy can show Mommy what a clever boy he is by doing his Poo-poos and wee-wees in the potty.” She plugged in his electric shaver and ran it over his heavy stubble, firmly moving his head from one side to the other. When she was satisfied with the shave, a quick glance told her he had not done anything in the toilet. With feigned concern, she crouched down and stroked his forehead. “Is my Baby-Boy not well? Maybe he’s a little blocked up?” “It’s so hard to do it in front of you,” John whispered, red in the face. “Can’t I have some privacy?” Jill smiled. “Don’t be silly Baby-Boy, privacy is for adults and I respect that, but respect has to be earned, so does adulthood,” Jill stood and rummaged around in the cabinet. John watched in apprehension as she pulled a surgical glove on and squeezed a dollop of KY jelly onto her fingers. She pressed one hand against his neck. “Lean forward Sweetheart, Mommy is going to stimulate your insides.” She massaged the lubricant over and around his anus before firmly driving her second finger deep into his rectum. “Now I want you to show Mommy what a clever Baby-Boy you are by pushing her ‘bad’ finger out of your bottom. Can you do that for me please Darling?” Jill felt John pushing, trying to expel the foreign invader out and she pushed back, encouraging him to try harder. “Come on,” she urged. After a few more seconds, Jill withdraw her finger quickly, timing John’s bowel cramp to the second. Fascinated, she watched his movement snake out of his body and gather in the bowl below. “Keep pushing Sweetheart, get those nasty poos out of you.” As Jill changed out her surgical glove, she heard John blubbing into his chest. The humiliation was just too hard to handle for the poor boy, she thought. “Tell Mommy what’s wrong, Sweetheart?” Jill asked tenderly, stroking his neck. John wailed. “I don’t want to be a Baby-boy, I want to be a man, a husband!” Jill peeled off a few sheets of toilet paper. “We’ll talk about it after Mommy has cleaned your bottom, OK Darling?” John wiped his tear stained face and nodded. Part 6 Jill guided his thumb back into his mouth helped him back into his jockeys before leading him back into the bedroom. She helped John into slacks and Polo shirt and dangled the car keys in front of him. “Come for a drive with me,” she asked. “I want to pick up some things from work.” John groaned and stamped his foot. “I don’t want to,” he whined. “I get bored there and I don’t like that Marion woman, she always looks down her nose at me.” Jill laughed and tugged at his wrist. “Well, that’s too bad. Marion is my boss and she does not tolerate men very well. After your recent behavior, I can well understand why she should give you the impression that she does not like you.” John started dragging his heels and Jill turned on him savagely with a slap across the face. “Remember the wooden spoon?” John flinched as she waved a finger under his nose. "Make up your mind," Jill said. "The wooden spoon or the car. But in both cases, you will end up in the car, I promise you." Visibly deflated, John shrugged and allowed his wife to lead him to the car. She opened the back door. John rolled his eyes but seated himself in the rear. Jill leant across him, snapping the belt in place. "Be careful," she whispered in his ear. "You are treading on thin ice." The 15 minute journey to the Residential Home for the retired where Jill worked was silent, John apprehensive about his wife's mood. "Mommy," he said, placatory. Jill smiled at him in the rear view mirror. "Yes sweetheart?" "Why are we going to the Home?" "Mommy is going to collect a lot of stuff that Marion wants to throw out but might be useful to Mommy. You, my big strong baby boy are going to help Mommy carry it to the car." John appeared confused. "Stuff? What stuff," he asked. "Well darling, For many years, the Home has used only disposable diapers with residents who suffered from incontinence, and now Marion wants to clear an old store room containing cloth nappies, waterproof pants and other items. I told her I would take them off her hands." John silently absorbed what he'd heard. "Mommy," he asked quietly. "Why do you want diapers and waterproof pants?" Jill looked up at the mirror and smiled at his worried face. "Oh, I hate to see useful items like that go to waste. You never know when you will need them." "But Mommy.. " Jill interrupted him. "Don't worry Mommy with silly questions all the time, Baby. Do you need to use the potty?" John shook his head. Jill lead John through the Admin wing to Marion's office. She looked up from her desk and smiled at her vice principle. "How is the time off going?" Marion asked, completely ignoring John. "Thank you so much for covering for me, I am so sorry it was such short notice." Jill apologized. Marion waved it away. "Don't be silly," she laughed. "We all have domestic crises sometimes. You really did need to focus on yours completely. How's it going?" John cringed, well aware that Jill should have been at work today. Marion and Jill passed a knowing glance at John, whose face had turned a deep crimson. "It's going fine," Jill said. "A few teething problems, but nothing we can't sort out, is there John?" John, like a fish out of water, gulped but nothing came out of his mouth. Marion picked up a bunch of keys from her desk. "Let's go." The store room was in fact an old treatment room with basins and plumbing and already it was half empty with disassembled furniture stacked against one wall. However, what interested Marion and Jill were the metal shelves piled high with boxes marked in sizes. "I suppose you only want the large diapers and liners?" Marion asked. Jill nodded. "Yes, but keep some here. Throw out the other sizes I think." Marion nodded and gathered a large cardboard box which she deposited in John's arms. Marion took the lid off another box and showed Jill the contents. "There are rubber and plastic pants there and quite a few pins." Jill smiled and took the box, stacking it on top of the box John was already holding. Already Marion was holding another box. "Rubber sheeting, aprons, gloves, catheters, restraints, enema bag and syringe." She said, reading the contents list off the side of the box. Again, she added the box to John's growing pile. He was sweating and looking agitated. "Jill, Jill, I need to speak to you. Its urgent." he muttered. His wife ignored him but spoke to Marion with a grin. "I don't answer to that name any more." A quick glance at John enforced her intention to be known as only 'Mommy'. Marion laughed, picking up a bulky plastic bag and passing it to Jill. "I raided the stores: Creams, Lotions, Oils, Powder, safety razors, cotton buds. Rose hip syrup, Milk of Magnesia, Air fresheners, Diuretics and laxatives and of course, suppositories." Delighted, Jill embraced her friend and colleague. "Jill?", John's voice sounded strained from behind the pile of boxes this time but Jill continued to ignore him. Marion pointed at dark stain suddenly appearing on John's light grey slacks. “Seems you have a problem now Jill" Part 7 “I’m sorry Mommy,” John blubbed as Jill buckled him into the rear seat. She had made sure to arrange a rubber sheet beneath his wet trousers to protect the seat upholstery. Jill gave him a placatory smile. “You only have yourself to blame,” she said. “You know I don’t answer to anything but Mommy from you yet you insisted on calling out to me with the name you used to use when you were my big grown up husband. Now you have only yourself to blame. Behaving like a toddler in front of Mommy’s boss and colleagues!” John was miserable. Sitting in the car with damp trousers on, the urine was starting to burn on his thighs and he just wanted to get clean. When they got home, Jill took him into the kitchen and stripped off the trousers and jockeys, leaving him wearing only the Polo shirt. She pointed at ‘his chair’ and quickly made up a dish of poached eggs and toast which she fed him. After she had cleaned away the dishes, she sat opposite John and held his hand. “We have to talk,” she said. “I want you to be honest with me, OK?” John nodded. “Of course.” “Why did you wet your pants?” She asked. John appeared startled. “You were supposed to take me to the toilet? You wouldn’t answer and I was frightened?” Jill sighed. "But that does not answer the question, why did you wet your pants? You are a grown adult with a fully developed bladder. If you wanted, you could have put down those boxes and gone off to find a toilet?" John was silent, his lower lip trembled. "You are sending me a message, aren't you?" She asked softly. "The femdom sites, masturbating into your underpants, the poo stains, now the wetting? What next? Are you going to start wetting the bed?" Jill was surprised when John started sucking his thumb. "Mommy?" he lisped through his thumb. "I love you Mommy, I love you so much and I want to make you happy." "I love you too Baby-Boy, but how do you want to make me happy?" "I want to do everything you say. I want to be a good boy for you, Mommy." Jill squeezed his hand. Does that mean my Baby-Boy wants Mommy to take full control now? I mean," she emphasized. "Absolute full control?" John hesitated for just a short moment before echoing her words. "Absolute full control Mommy" Jill stared him down. "You know that means I will punish you if I am not happy?" she said. "Like that man on the website. Does that excite you knowing I am spanking you?" John nodded. Jill looked surprised. "I would make it hurt, you know? I would use a wooden spoon, or a paddle. Maybe I would buy a crop. I will make you cry?" John's eyes watered over. "I just want to make you happy Mommy." Jill leant over and kissed him then whispered in his ear. "Go upstairs and get in the bath. I will be up shortly." Jill's hand shot out and gripped his erect penis. "Remember the rules? No masturbating, no un-supervised use of the toilet?" John nodded and scurried away. Later that afternoon, John, wearing clean white underwear and freshly shaven, helped Jill move furniture around in the spare bedroom. Jill bagged up the entire bookshelf contents for donation to the Salvation Army and then stacked the shelves with the contents of the boxes, donated by the Residential Home. Together, they stripped the single divan bed and installed the fitted rubber sheet. "John," Jill asked. "You know who all these diapers are for, don't you?" John looked crestfallen. "I suppose they are for me," he acknowledged. Jill reached out and held his hand. "It does not have to be diapers, you know John? I would like to give you one last chance. We can still have the type of relationship that you crave without the diapers?" "How do you mean Mommy?" he asked. Jill hugged him. “Baby-Boy, I enjoy being in control in this relationship. And in some perverse way, I enjoy hurting you and humiliating you. But most of all I enjoy the power I have over you.” Jill dropped her eyes. “Yes,” she whispered in his ear. “I get so turned on and I am wet at the moment, just thinking of it.” Jill delivered a long and deep kiss to her husband, leaving them both breathless. “However, one must put head before heart sometimes and think with a bit of clarity. I still want a baby of my own but if you end up in diapers, it will be 24/7 and you will become my baby too.” She allowed her words to sink in for a few moments. “But that is what you will be; A big adult Baby. No work, no job, no peers. Absolutely no responsibility except to fill your diapers and sit in your stinking mess till grown up Mommy, or Babysitter comes to clean you up and feed you.” Jill tugged at his wrist. “Come with me.." Jill led him through the house to the utility room. She picked up the pail with his soaking soiled underwear and handed it to him. "Your new job, rinsing out your shitty pants.. but it could be, and would be your shitty diapers too." She watched him perform a half hearted effort and got angry, grabbing his ear and twisting it. He wailed out loud. "Do it properly Baby-Boy! Scrub the soiling out of the cloth,” she ordered. “This is your new life. When you become my baby, you will be doing this job everyday, probably while you are wearing poo filled nappies! You will stink constantly of shit, or piss, so with your washing. It is a smell that will follow you around all day Baby Boy. But no one, including me will be rushing around to cater for your comfort. “ “You will not have any friends left, they will all avoid you and treat you with derision. All adults will see you in your diapers, they will watch you being changed, having your poo wiped off your bottom. They will laugh at your penis which will be constantly hard, sending a clear message to all that this is how you get your sick kicks.” Jill released his ear and watched him tackle his dirty underwear with new vigour. "Consider carefully," she warned. "But if you really want that life Baby boy, then I will give it to you, but there will be no going back, you must understand that, don't you?" John nodded assent. Jill softened somewhat and kissed him. “I will take you down that road Darling, make no mistake on that, but I am in dread of what I might become. I am terrified of the devil that you might release in me?” “Mommy,” John looked up. “I don’t want to be in diapers, please don’t make me wear diapers?” Jill hugged him. “But you will still be Mommy’s baby boy, won’t you? John nodded, smiling with her. “Mommy’s baby boy with clean and dry under pants, won’t you?” The next morning, Jill stood at the front door and kissed her husband on his way to work. "Remember John," she warned. "Keep those pants clean or you know what will happen, don’t you?” Part 8 A week now past, John was settling into his new routine in the household. Upon letting himself in the front door after work, he disrobed down to his underwear and went to find his new ‘Mommy’ for his inspection. “I am upstairs in the Nursery Sweetheart,” Jill called. Nervously, he mounted the stairs to the spare bedroom. Jill had been working there since that fateful visit to the Home. Jill put down her paint brush. All the walls now were painted light baby boy blue. John stared in wonderment at the additions she had managed in just a few days. The rubber sheeted mattress had now been covered with sheet and a nursery train scene. The shelves were now full, if not of diapers and plastic pants, adult sized onsie’s and sleep suits. “What do you think of the nursery?” Jill asked. “I know I am not pregnant yet, but it is nice to be ready.” She said breezily. “But Mommy,” John whined. “ I told you I was not going to wear diapers!” Jill laughed and kissed him. “Of course you did, my brave boy,” Jill said. “And as long as you keep your under-pants clean, you won’t be wearing diapers, and you can carry on sleeping in the big bed with Mommy.” Jill waved a finger at his jockeys. John pulled the m down and handed them over. Jill turned the pants inside out and examined them closely. Her eyebrows rose as she fingered a stain on the front of the white pants. “Your pants are damp here, I think it is a urine stain,” Jill said, with a frown etched across her forehead. “Smells like pee,” she added. Jill pushed the underpants into John’s nose. “What do you think, Baby Boy?” John looked visibly shaken. “I must have dribbled,” he whined. “Please Mommy, don’t punish me?” Jill looked at him, suddenly realizing that he wanted to be punished. Almost certainly he deliberately pee’d into his pants. Jill pulled open a drawer and removed a paddle. “You are going to be spanked,” she said. Jill sat on the bed and patted her lap. “Lie across here!” John, with his lip quivering, lay across her lap, resting his forehead on the carpet. She brought the paddle down hard, bringing a scream of shock and pain from John. Again and again, she beat him, alternating the strokes between the buttocks and the thighs. Each strike brought a shout of anguish, and soon there were real tears flowing down his cheeks as the relentless onslaught continued. Jill stopped when she realized he’d had enough. Great sobs rose from deep within him and she drew him into her arms and squeezed him tightly. “There, there,” she consoled. “It is all over my brave Baby Boy. No more spankies.” She held him in her arms for a few minutes while his sobbing ebbed and he sucked on his thumb. Finally, Jill rolled him onto the bed. She picked up a diaper from the shelf. “As it is your first offence I think one night in diapers for you.” Part 9 “No Mommy, No!!” cried John. Jill hushed him with a finger to his lips. “You must be punished for defying me,” she said. “And it is only going to be one night, this time,” she added ominously. Jill folded the terry diaper, soaker and laid a gauze liner down the middle. His penis was swollen, as if in anticipation. She touched it with her fingers, noting the pre-cum bubbling up at the tip. “Does the thought of diaper rash, on top of your already sore bottom excite you,” she asked? John looked ashamed as Jill rubbed the denim material at her groin. “It excites me,” she admitted coyly. Her fingers disappeared down her waistband. She pulled them out glistening. “Sweetheart, I am wet here after your spanking and the thought of you wearing and using diapers sends me wild.” She waved her hand under John’s nose before offering each finger to be licked and cleaned off. “Now, using your diaper,” she thought out loud. Jill opened a packet of suppositories and peeled the foil off one. Donning a examination glove, she lubed the bullet. “Mommy,” John whined. “You will make me poo with one of those! Please No!” “Please Yes!” Jill counter stated. “You were warned to keep your pants clean and you showed you are not adult enough to comply. Therefore you will shit yourself, piss yourself and smell yourself.” She gripped his testicles with her spare hand. “Pull your knees around your ears for Mommy,” she said, smiling as John instantly obliged. Using her second finger, she sent the slippery little pill deep into his bottom. “Up,” she ordered and slid the layette under his bottom. Jill unbuckled her belt and stepped out of her jeans. Her while lacy panties were clearly ‘wet’ and plastered against her vulva as she stood over John’s eager face. Instinctively John’s hand enveloped his hard cock. Jill slapped his wrist away. “Hands over your head,” she ordered. Gripping his wrists, Jill straddled his chest and trapped his arms, edging forward to present her dank lace panties to his mouth. “Suck, Baby,” Jill ordered. She bore down, grinding her pelvic bone against his nose. Initially almost overcome by the strong musky taste, John lapped at the material, and the hot flesh behind. She rasped her sex over his face, directing his busy tongue where she most needed it. A crescendo built inside her as he gnawed at her clitoris. To delay the inevitable, Jill turned, still sitting across his chest, but this time presenting her bottom to his tongue. His untethered cock bobbed frantically around in front of her, pre-cum oozing out in a slow languid stream. Not daring to touch it, she scooped her fingers in the puddle and tasted the hot seminal discharge. She sat heavily down, targeting her lace covered bottom right over his industrious tongue. John’s worked diligently away on the lace and using his now free hands, pulled the panties aside lap away at her back door. Taken only slightly off the boil, Jill bathed in the glow of her hot tongue massage on her anus. After a while, she turned around, her pretty but sweaty face smiling down. “Is Baby Boy ready to cum?” she asked. John nodded furiously. Jill edged forward until she was over his burning penis and deftly guided it into her vagina. Two strokes with a heavy grind down and John exploded within her. She felt the waves of hot cum splatter and expand inside her. Many seconds of silence fell between them as the pleasure retreated into lethargic tiredness and the warm post coital glow of fulfillment. Jill un-mounted and flopped onto the carpet, resting her legs on the edge of the bed. “Mommy?” John spoke, nervous to break the magic silence. “Yes my Darling?” “I need to poo, can I use the potty?” Part 10 “Don’t be silly Darling, of course you can’t use the potty, you are being punished.” Jill stood and smiled down on her submissive husband. Using four safety pins, she had the diaper secured and covered with a pair of plastic pants. “I like these,” she said. “See through, so that everyone can see your lack of control.” Jill smiled as John grimaced with a belly cramp. “Won’t be long now Baby Boy,” Jill helped him into one of the new ‘onsie’s’ that she had acquired mail order. Jill giggled as he farted while she was fastening the snaps at the crotch. Jill held out her hand. “Come downstairs,” she ordered. “I still have use for your cleaning skills.” Meekly, John allowed himself to be led, very conscious of his heavily padded bottom, trapped inside the plastic pants. As he descended the stairs, more flatulence escaped into his diaper. Another cramp and now a belly ache. He paused on the stairs and groaned. “What is it Baby Boy?” Jill asked, knowing all too well that the suppository was doing its job well, and irritating his colon. “I want you to show some self-control. Do not let go until I say, OK?” “Mommy, it hurts,” John grunted, gripping his belly. Jill gently pulled him down and led him into the lounge, pointing at the carpet in front of the sofa. “Sit there,” she ordered. “And stop whining. Still wearing only a top and her now soiled panties, Jill slumped in the sofa and rested her legs on John’s shoulders. She edged forwards, dragging John’s face nearer her crotch at the same time. “Darling, Can you please tell me what condition my panties appear in?” John looked up at her. “They are wet Mommy,” he reported. Jill ran her fingers through his hair. “Yes Darling, but what are they wet with? Have I peed myself or is it your cum that is dribbling out of me?” John blushed, and looked again at the gusset staining. The material was sodden with the viscous clear fluid which could only be the semen he had pumped into her. “Well?” She goaded. “It is my cum Mommy,” John admitted. “So who is going to clean it up?” Jill asked. “Eh?” After a short, awkward pause, John replied. “I will Mommy.” Jill smiled down at him. “Mommy is so happy now that her little Baby Boy is going to clean up all his messes, and not leave it to Mommy any more. All his messes,” she empathized. “Including his shitty diapers and any cum stains he makes in Mommy’s panties.” Jill pressed down on John’s shoulders and lifted her bottom of the sofa. “Take off my panties,” she ordered. John complied and handed them to his Mommy. Jill inverted the garment and folded the wet soiled gusset into a wedge which she offered to John’s mouth. With clear comprehension, John opened his mouth and accepted the ‘treat’, albeit reluctantly. “Suck on the panties, Baby Boy,” ordered Jill. “I want all that cum off them before they go to the wash. After a minute, Jill pulled them out of his mouth. John grimaced and farted loudly into his diaper. “I hope that was just flatulence,” Jill menaced sternly. His brow creased up in pain as he fought a fresh cramp in his belly. “Mommy,” he wailed. “I can’t stop it!!” With a look of total shock on his face, John farted again and noisily defecated into his diaper. Jill felt a real rush, she had just made her husband shit his diaper, the most debased act that she could imagine, and it excited and thrilled her. John buried his face in his hands as he pressed down on his bowels, determined to overcome the irritation of the suppository. “Finished?” Jill asked quietly after some time had passed. John’s tear stained eyes rose to meet her. “Yes Mommy,” he whispered. “I’ve poo’d my diaper Mommy.” Jill waved a hand in front of her face. “I know you have, you dirty Baby Boy; I can smell you.” “I am sorry Mommy,” he sniveled. Jill pressed down with her heels on his back, dragging him forward again. She joined her hands behind his head and pressed his face into her sex. Automatically John’s tongue lapped strongly on her vulva, sending her into fresh waves of ecstasy. Part 11 Jill relented after two hours and decided to change John’s dirty diaper. Originally, she was going to leave him in his mess until bedtime but he was looking quite distressed and did not want him to suffer further. John had not been allowed to lie around and Jill had produced a list of chores to be started on, including mowing the lawn and clipping the hedge. (needless to say he was allowed to wear some baggy shorts over his bulky diaper, but would have looked rather comical had any inquisitive neighbor looked over the fence.) The smell of his dirty diaper also permeated around the house and Jill made a mental note to use rubber pants next time, as they promised to seal better and keep the smell inside. She was conscious of the fact that any one of their families or friends might drop in and the toxic smell might be awkward to explain. She had heated up a couple of pizza’s for their evening meal and had insisted that John was fed by her, as he was being ‘diaper punished’ and therefore had to be treated as a toddler. During the meal, John complained about needing a pee. “Darling Baby Boy,” Jill held out a slice of pizza to his lips. “You are sitting in a messy diaper, so you should have no issues with emptying your bladder as well? Now eat!” She ordered. John went slightly red in the face and concentrated on relieving the pressure. After the meal Jill took John up to the new ‘Nursery’ and covered the bed with a sheet of rubber to act as a changing pad. She could see that he was mortified as she pulled on a pair of examination gloves. “Please Mommy, Let me clean up in the bathroom! “ Jill was having none of it. “Where is the punishment in that?” She asked. “You are in diapers till the morning, and during that time you will be treated like a child.” She opened the snaps at his crotch. “It is right that you feel shame that your wife has to witness your degradation. Look at you, a 29 year old man, allowing his wife to dress him in diapers, in which he willingly shits and pisses like a retard.” She folded back his onsie so that his diaper package was on full view. “Spread those legs,” she ordered. “Uggh, you are revolting!” Jill visibly grimaced as she viewed the cleanup job she had taken on. “Maybe the act of soiling your underpants won’t be so pleasant for you the next time, when you realize what the consequences will be. Now lift your bottom!” Jill pulled the plastic pants down and discarded them in a bucket. The four pins followed and Jill steadied herself as he exposed the full extent of the devastation inside his diaper. “You are pathetic!” Jill gingerly handled his erect penis with thumb and forefinger. “I see my Baby Boy is getting off on this, is that true?” John did not answer, he was too far away in his own shameful space. Jill scraped the muck off his bottom and rinsed the liner in the bathroom. She returned and removed the diaper, dumping the sodden mass into the bucket alongside the liner and plastic pants. John audibly winced as the wet wipes rasped across his raw skin but Jill ignored his distress. Any fidgeting was met with a sharp slap on his thigh. Jill felt a little guilty that she had not used a barrier cream but certainly did not let John know that. Jill left him on the bed to air his skin while she removed the pail and sprayed the room with air freshener. She returned twenty minutes later with a babies feeding bottle, full of warm milk and a nurturing smile painted on her face. “Here, drink this Baby Boy,” she said, holding the teat to his lips. John pouted, and shook his head. “Mommy, I want a normal cup, I don’t want a baby’s bottle,” he spat rebelliously. Jill laughed. “Don’t be silly, Little man, you would spill it, and maybe even break the cup and hurt yourself.” John keep his lips set in a grim line. Jill leant over, with a confident smile on her pretty face and twisted his ear painfully. “If you don’t say thank you Mommy for the lovely Ba-ba, and accept it gratefully, I am going to start beating you up.” John screamed out as she applied a little more tension to his abuse lobe. Shaken, John grabbed the bottle. “Thank you Mommy for the lovely Ba-Ba,” he repeated. Jill shook her head with disappointment. “You will never learn, will you, you foolish boy!” John cowered under her tirade as he frantically sucked on the bottle. Jill opened a large drawer in the cabinet and emptied a bag of Segufix straps and started attaching them to the divan. “Marion said they can’t use these anymore as it interferes with patients rights, but did suggest they might come in use in our new domestic setting. I think she’s right,” Jill added. Jill powdered and creamed John’s diaper area and pinned up his night time diaper. “There! Extra thick as Baby Boy is now going to be in this diaper for the next 12 hours, before Mommy gets him up to go to work.” Jill patted the tight rubber pants in place and checked the waist and leg bands. Next came one of the new sleep suits with hood that Jill zipped up to the chin. “Middle of summer, I think my Baby boy is going to be warm tonight,” she smiled. “Now lie back and put your hands by your ears.” Quickly, each wrist had been secured in the Segufix cuff, closely followed by his ankles. Effectively, he was completely restrained. Jill looked down at him, tapping a finger to her lips. “How about something for your diaper?” John watched horrified as she pulled down a bottle of Castor Oil and a desert spoon from the medicine shelf. “Please Mommy, No!” he cried. “I promise to be good, not that, not again!!” Without replying, Jill filled the spoon to the brim and pulled his head up to meet it. “Open,” she ordered ominously. With great reluctance, John obeyed and cringed at the oily powerful taste. Jill sat beside him and held the bottle to his lips, planting a loving kiss on his forehead. “Darling, because you defied me, you are going to have an uncomfortable night, a poor night’s sleep and a stinky diaper again in the morning. You could have been on Mommy’s lap, being cuddled and fed while she watched TV tonight.” John’s eyes watered over, feeling very sorry for himself. “Now tomorrow, you will get up and wash your dirty diapers. You will then grow up and go to work again. But I am nervous you are going to forget the rules and you are going to upset Mommy again, aren’t you?” John gurgled something behind the teat. “Oh yes you will, as sure a day goes into night,” Jill said. As the bottle emptied, Jill leant over and kissed him on the lips. “Good night my darling Baby Boy, I love you.” Jill turned off the light and closed the door. Part 12 Jill's spirits rose when the announcement screen flashed up the touchdown of John's flight from London, England. The afternoon was hot, with the temperature in the high 80's, that, and the fact that the flight was now running 40 minutes late, had not done anything for her good nature. John had been away on a course for two weeks and she'd missed him terribly. It had not been possible to talk that much on the phone, but they had communicated often in Facebook. She wanted to pick up his 'care' again as soon as possible. 13 days, 12 nights away. She had personally packed his suitcase with 13 pairs of clean white jockey underpants. She had used the Home's device to "mark" each pair with a laundry stamp, so John couldn't cheat, or buy new pairs. Of course, it worried the hell out of her that she had not been 'in control' while he was away and there was no guarantee that he had not been masturbating. Jill was convinced she would know if he was lying, when and if he denied it. Her mind drifted back to that last night he spent in the Nursery, where she had laid down next to him for most of the night, holding him, feeding him, consoling him for his discomfort and drying the tears that flowed in self pity. She left the restraints in place and had really enjoyed the complete and utter 'power' she wielded over him. The next morning, after his diaper change and clean up, he had kissed her passionately, telling her over and over that he loved her more than anything in the world. The announcement board flashed up: 'Bags on Belt' and Jill eagerly scanned the faces of the tired intercontinental travellers streaming out of the arrivals port. They saw each other simultaneously and hurried together to get that first embrace. Jill held him tight for a long time. "I have missed you so much," she whispered in his ear. "Have you missed me?" "I have missed you Mommy," John replied. Jill looked into his eyes. "Did you really miss your 'Mommy', Baby Boy or did you miss your wife? Tell me honestly now?" John appeared sheepish and awkward. "I missed my Mommy, Mommy," he said. Jill smiled and kissed him. "And have you been a good boy while you have been away from your Mommy?" Jill searched deep into his eyes. Was there a slight doubt? Hesitation? "Oh Mommy, I have been so good," John replied. Jill squeezed his hand and steered him in the direction of the car park. "We'll see Darling." Part 13 "I am ready Mommy," John called from upstairs. Jill ascended to the bedroom and found her husband stripped to his underpants, as instructed, with his laundry tidied into neat stacks on the floor. She picked up his shirts, smelt and examined each one. John stood there meekly as she silently went through his laundry. His trousers were examined as well. Jill smiled at him. "Well Darling, you are doing very well at the moment, shall we move onto your knickers?" Nervously, John shuffled around as Jill examined each pair. She put aside most of them and also his pajama bottoms. "Now those," she waved a finger at the pair he was wearing. After stewing in a plane for ten hours, it did not surprise her to see a brown stain in the seat of his Jockeys. He handed them over. "Shall we count up then? One badly pooped pants and 10 pairs with various degrees of brown and pee stains on them." Jill picked up each garment and showed him the transgression. Finally she picked up the pajama pants. "You have disappointed me Baby Boy," she said. "I almost expected the dirty underwear and I will see that you get punished for them tomorrow. But these?" She inverted the pajama pants and an obvious seminal stain shouted its presence at John. He appeared shocked and surprised. "I didn't know, I didn't do. it was an accident," he blurted out. Jill's face darkened, her hand shot out and she grabbed his ear. "Don't treat me like a naive fool, Baby Boy! Were you playing with yourself or did you have some whore in your hotel room?" John looked horrified. "No!" He shouted. "Never!" "OK, then you have been masturbating." Jill stated empathically. "It must have been a nocturnal emission," he said, panicking. Jill laughed. "You are not a 12 year old boy, entering puberty, don't treat me like a fool, and John?" John looked up at her wet eyes. "Don't ever lie to me again." Part 14 Jill led him through to the Nursery and pulled out the large adult sized porcelain potty, placing on the floor. "Sit," she commanded. "I was going to let you use the grown up toilet, but not now.. not with your infantile lack of control and deceit." John, completely humbled, obeyed his wife instantly. She stood over him, with hands on hips. "Pee and Poo please Baby Boy." Jill ordered. "What were you masturbating to John? Did you buy a magazine, or were you just raiding that store of secret fantasies that you have locked away in a corner of your mind?" "Please Jill," he whined. "I'm so ashamed." Jill ruffled his hair. "Ah, that's too bad." Jill said sarcastically. "OK, tell me later, after all, we have all evening for you to come clean with your dirty fantasies. Now hurry up and empty yourself." Jill leant over and whispered in his ear. "You do not want to be lying in your mess again all evening, do you?" That was enough to stimulate him and he loudly voided into the pot. Jill wiped him and then supervised while he emptied the potty into the toilet. Jill folded the single cloth diaper and slid it under his bottom. Once again, John found himself being 'punished' in the nursery bed, his limbs secured safely with the restraints. Wryly, she commented on his erection. "Was it this you were masturbating to John?" She wiped a finger across the tip of his penis. It came away covered with clear viscous pre-cum. She relished the heavy shame in his eyes. "Oh, you will tell me my Darling, I have to know what is pushing all your little buttons, so to speak." She poured some oil onto his burning member and started masturbating him. "Now show Mommy how much you can do. If, like you say, you have not played with yourself, then after nearly two weeks away, I expect.." She did not have time to finish, John shook and spasmed, his hips buckled and semen oozed and dribbled out of his tip to pool in his belly button. Jill frowned darkly. "I see the problem is worse than I imagined it. At best, maybe you performed only once, the evidence lying in your pajamas, but now;" she pointed at the pathetic pool of semen. "I would not be surprised if you had jerked off in the toilet on the flight?" John did not answer, but his guilty eyes told Jill everything. She pinned up the toweled diaper and fitted him with a pair of snap open plastic pants. "You don't have to wet these, just tell Mommy and she will help out, OK?" John nodded, relieved he wasn't required to sleep in a soiled state again. Jill removed all her clothes and stretched out on the bed, cuddling tight against him. She started rubbing his sex through the plastic padding of his diaper while guiding his mouth to her aroused nipple. "I don't want my Baby Boy to be playing with his wee wee at all," she said. "Only Mommy can do that, is that understood?" John nodded, his lips fully engrossed around her aroused nipple. Jill continued to knead his penis through the toweling layers, feeling growing reluctantly under her fingers. “Ah, that’s better. Baby Boy is getting excited as Mommy wants him. Mommy has missed him so much that now she wants all the cummies that are due to her.” Her handling became more urgent and after a considerable period of time, John ejaculated into the soft folds of his nappy. “Clever Baby Boy!” said Jill, condescendingly. She left the room, only to return ten minutes later with a feeding bottle and a Hitachi “Magic Wand” which she plugged into a power outlet next to the head board. Jill smiled down at the worried look on her husband’s face. “Ready Darling Baby Boy for Mommy’s next cummies? You have been away twelve nights and I have had only two climaxes from you.” She lay down next to him and offered the warm milk to his lips. While he suckled Jill turned on the Magic Wand and held it lightly over his groin. “That means,” she continued. “That you owe me ten cummies, and John?” He paused in his nursing and looked nervously up at her. “I want them all tonight, OK?” Part 15 It had been a mainly sleepless night for both of them but also a very uncomfortable night for John. Even now, his sexual equipment was feeling excruciatingly painful as Jill had alternated between the Magic Wand and her hand all night. Even long after he was failing to get firm, Jill kept on the relentless pressure on his penis and balls, despite the tears of pain springing out of John’s eyes. In the end, he had screamed for her to stop, breaking down totally and sobbing how sorry he was and how it would never happen again. “I know Darling, I should never have trusted you with a business trip by yourself. But I promise you,” Jill stated resolutely. “It will never happen again. Trust me, I will never be so naive again to let you be in a position like that again.” Her hand gripped his tortured genitals again. “Please, Please!” John howled out. “Stop Mommy!” “Only one last thing by darling Baby Boy, and then I’ll free you and let you sleep.” She promised. She kissed him, long and hard. “Mommy promises it will be alright, she loves her Baby Boy so much, it hurts, but she must know..” Jill let a short silence hang in the air. “Yes Mommy,” John asked. “Tell me honestly, I mean from the bottom of your heart. What is it that you dream of when you are masturbating?” John gazed up at her, gathering his thoughts at the front of his mind. “You Mommy, I fantasize of you, with you.” After a short pause, Jill looked reproachfully at him. “I dream of wearing the diapers and using them,” he whispered. “I dream of being your Baby Boy forever. I get hard thinking about you changing my diapers and being in complete and total charge of me.” Jill waited while John gathered more thoughts. She was somewhat surprised, but delighted with his candor and honesty. Jill smiled down at him and kissed him. “Thank you Darling,” she said. “You really mean it, you want me to have complete control over you?” Without hesitation, John nodded. “And you promise me always to trust your Mommy, and do exactly what she wants, all the time?” “Yes Mommy,” John whispered throatily. “Make me yours, and I will love you forever.” It was Jill’s turn to turn on the tears now as she released his limbs from the restraints and removed the waterproof pants and the diaper. She felt a little guilty as John’s shriveled penis was a fierce red color. She drizzled on some Baby Lotion and tenderly rubbed it in. Unsteadily, John rose to his feet and sat on the porcelain potty for a pee. After a late breakfast, Jill cleared the table and told John to stay in his place. “Mommy, can I do a poo please?” He looked somewhat strained. “Not yet,” Jill replied. “I want to talk to you. Surely you can hold it for a short time?” John was dressed in his adult clothes, however underneath his jeans he was wearing a pair of pull up trainer pants. “Yes Mommy,” he whispered, completely cowed under her dominance over him. She put a bottle of milk in front of him, and a cup of coffee, pad of paper and pen for herself. “Drink your bottle,” she ordered. “While I write a note to Marion as I won’t be coming to work until after lunch today.” John was too focused on his own problems to be concerned about what Jill was writing. Eventually she finished and sealed the letter in an envelope, handing it to John. “Take this to The Home, and give to Marion,” Jill ordered. “And wait for a reply.” John was sweating now. “Mommy, I think I’ve had an accident!” Jill jumped up and dragged him off to the nursery where his potty was waiting. She pulled down his jeans and training pants and with desperation; John sat and noisily emptied his bowels. However, the damage had been done and he had succeeded in smearing the seat of his training pants with shit. “Finished?” she asked curtly. John sheepishly nodded. “Stand,” Jill ordered. Without wiping, she pulled up the training pants and fastening him back into his trousers. John looked at her shocked and dismayed. “I will clean you up when you are back Darling, now go quickly and take this package with you.” She handed him a brown paper parcel and kissed him. Nervously, John picked up the letter and drove off in the car. Smiling to herself, Jill punched some numbers on her phone. “Marion? Just to update you…” Part 16 and Conclusion. John arrived at The Home, and hurried into reception, well aware of the skin between his buttocks was beginning to smart. Worst of all, he could actually smell himself now. He hoped to be able to deliver the note and parcel nippily and be on his way home. Andii was on reception and she smiled at him. "Hello John, nice to see you." He liked Andii, she was always smiling and so polite. "How can I help you, Your wife is not here at the moment?" "I know," John explained. "I am here to see Marion." Andii spoke on the phone for a moment and then waved in the direction of the admin. Wing. "She's waiting for you." John thanked her, slightly puzzled. As he made off down the corridor, John turned over in his mind how he was going to get out of the office quickly. ‘Good Morning Marion’, he would say politely. ‘I have been asked to deliver this note to you. I won’t take up any more of your time, good bye!’ He would put the parcel down on her desk and then hand her the note. With a smile and a wave, he would retreat from the office and go home. Simple. Then why was he so nervous! Marion’s door was open! Good, he would not have to knock. “Hi,” John bravely threw his head around the corner of her door. Shit! She was having a meeting! Marion and three others were grouped around the conference table in the corner of the office. Marion looked up at him, a frown etched across her forehead; annoyed at being interrupted. He recognized the three other women, all Nurses, colleagues and friends of Jill. “What do you want?” Marion asked, her tone short and abrupt. John boldly marched to the desk and dropped the parcel and letter there. “Sorry to disturb, but these are for you from Jill,” he said. John beat a hasty retreat to the door but was stopped in his tracks by Marion’s fierce bark. “Stop right there!” She ordered, moving to the desk and ripping open the envelope. John was routed to the spot and didn’t notice Pauline, Jill’s head nurse on the men’s wing, go to the office door and close it. She remained there, protecting the exit. The other nurses, casually wondered over and stood next to John. Along with Pauline, he knew Patricia and Jane socially and their husbands. “Dear Marion,” Marion read out aloud. “As my dear friend and colleague, please help me with my dysfunctional Baby Boy husband.” John felt his knees go weak as he started to panic. Sweat almost immediately started beading on his forehead and he could only imagine the color of his face. Frantically, he looked for an escape route, but the nurses, with their gloating smiling faces, had boxed him in completely. “Please open box,” Marion read, and nodded at Jane who ripped open the seal and emptied the contents on the desk. John visibly shrank as his soiled underwear appeared in all their glory across Marion’s desk. Jane, with a look of painted disgust on her face, picked up a pair and exposed the vivid skid marks to all assembled in the room. “How revolting!” commented Pauline. “ Poor, poor Jill having to put up with that.” The others murmured and nodded in assent. Marion continued. “As you can see from the contents of the box, John likes to dirty his pants. This has been going on every since we first started living together and now, I regret to say, I am at the end of my tether with this behavior.” Marion lowered the letter slightly and glared at John. A stony silence fell as Marion picked up on the contents of the letter. “I love John dearly, but I have come to the reluctant decision that he is not going to be my husband, partner, soul-mate anymore, as he cannot, and will not fulfill his part of the responsibilities associated with that position. Last night John admitted to me that he wanted to be my Baby Boy, and give up the role of husband and partner. To prove what I say is true, ask him to suck his thumb.” “Well?” Marion glared at John. He was completely humiliated but complied, timidly putting his thumb in his mouth. The other nurses giggled with Pauline clapping with delight. “So, to that end, I have decided to keep him as my baby, and relieve him of all the responsibilities of adulthood. He will now give up his job and become a full time adult infant. He must now realize that he stands before you in his adult clothes for the last time.” Marion looked at Jane and Patricia. “Well? You better help him out of his adult clothes, hadn’t you?” John was frozen to the spot as two pairs of hands started pulling up his sweater and undoing his shirt buttons. “My dear friend,” Marion continued. “Please help me in this task. His transition to Babyhood must be with complete compliance. As a baby he must have no embarrassment or shame. I will be in later this afternoon, but please start his education and feel free to treat John appropriately as you see fit. Your dearest friend, Jill” Ps. As you have probably noted, he willfully soiled his training pants this morning. I would be grateful if you could find a fitting punishment for this. Marion folded the letter and watched as the nurses pulled down the soiled training pants. Jane grimaced. “No wonder he stinks!” John clenched his eyes shut with the humiliation and sucked harder on his thumb. Marion stood in front of him, pulling his thumb out of his mouth and gripping his chin. “John?” His wet eyes looked up at her. “You now have a choice.” Marion continued. “One, you can pull up your trousers and walk out of here. Or,” she paused, enjoying the power exchange in progress. “Two, you can completely submit to your new status in life, and give up adulthood.” John paled over, completely traumatized. His mouth gaped open, like a goldfish out of water. Marion smiled and whispered. “If you want option two, all you have to do is put your thumb back in your mouth, it is that easy,” she smiled. You could have heard a pin drop in the few moments that followed Marion’s statement. Almost in slow motion, John lifted his thumb to his mouth and started sucking. A loud cheer went up from all the assembled. John was immune to the clapping and laughter, only aware of the distant noise and the tears rolling down his cheeks. “Hello Andii,” Smiled Jill. “Is your new resident here?” Andii grinned back at her and handed over the car keys. “I think Marion has found him a new set. She is waiting for you in John’s new room.” Jill thanked her and moved off to the old storeroom where her and Marion had assembled various items of furniture and fittings last week. Marion and Pauline were there, tidying up as John lay in the cot, feeding from a large bottle of babies milk. His eyes lit up when he saw her. “Mommy,” he cried. “I love you.” Jill dropped the side of the cot, bent over and kissed him. “I love you too, my darling.” Jill looked down at the patterned onsie he was wearing over a thick cloth diaper and plastic pants. Her nose twitched as she detected the scent of a soiled diaper. Marion laughed. “We found a couple of suppositories to help him along with his first punishment diaper. He will stay in it till supper time.” Jill looked slightly uncomfortable and her heart melted as John’s hands gripped her hands almost painfully. “I am sorry Mommy,” he said. “They made me!” He blurted out. “Please Mommy, please take me home?” Gently Jill pushed his hands away and sat on the edge of the bed. “Darling,” she said. “I want you to listen carefully to what I have to say.” Jill stroked his hair. “Mommy loves you, but you can’t be her husband anymore. You will only be her baby from now on.” Jill watched his features absorb this new fact of life. “You will be living here in The Home, looked after by me and all these lovely ladies who also love you very much and want you to be the best Baby Boy in the world. When Mommy finishes work, she will be going home but you will be staying here.” In shock he looked up at her, and then started shaking and getting very agitated. Pauline and Marion immediately secured his limbs in restraint webbing as tears of frustration and sadness rolled down his cheeks. “Don’t worry,” she said, trying to calm him. “You will come home on some weekends and during holiday times and you can be a Mommy’s Baby Boy at home but I will not have the energy to hold down this job and look after two babies.” John stopped sniffing and stared at her. “Yes Darling,” she smiled” “I am pregnant at last and I am so happy. Soon I will have two babies in my life.” John smiled, but tugged at the restraints with frustration. “Mommy?” “Yes Darling?” Jill stroked his brow. “Jill,” he risked the name to prove a point. “We can turn this around. Let me come home as your husband and I will forget all about the diapers and the baby business. Please let me be a husband to you and a father to our new child?” Marion and Pauline held their breath as Jill mopped his sweaty brow. “Husband Darling? You tried that, remember?” Jill’s tone hardened. “You think that if I take you home as my husband, you will not dream of pooping in a diaper when you make love to me? If I take you home, will you save all your seed for me, and me alone?” John’s face collapsed in front of her. “No Darling,” she said. “You will be happier here. I have asked the nice ladies to masturbate you at every nappy change so that you don’t miss that.” Pauline laughed. “Can’t wait,” she said dryly but with a coy smile on her face. “And,” Jill continued. “No more dirty pants. You will now be in diapers all the time, and you will not have to bother about getting to the toilet and wiping your bottom. No Darling, You won’t be a husband to me, nor will you be a father to our child. You will be my special loving Baby Boy.” John broke down and started sobbing. “Please Jill,” he screamed. “Don’t do this to me, let me be your man.” Jill’s brow clouded over and she slapped him across the face. “Stop it!” She shouted, causing Marion and Pauline to jump in surprise. “Remember Peter Reynolds? Yes, your old colleague from your last job. I have been seeing him for the last 4 months.” John’s mouth opened in shock. “He is the father to the child in my belly, not you.” Jill said cruelly. “He is moving in next week as the new man about the house.” Jill instantly regretted the outburst, and she hugged her weeping Baby Boy. “I am so sorry darling, but life had to go on, I had reached the end of my tether.” I still loved John, but not as a husband anymore, not as a lover but as a large overgrown adult baby. I was very firm with him in the beginning, putting him exactly in the place that I wanted him. John’s choices were, and still are simple. He could stay or go. On more than one occasion, I had to offer to pack his suitcase for him. Each time he would dramatically back down and adopt a state of required compliance. As new life grew in my belly, John slowly resigned himself to his new position and status while I developed my home with a new man, Peter at the helm. I encouraged Peter to tease and humiliate John as it would implant the humility that I required from John in the future. John of course knew Peter from his previous life at the office but was deeply humiliated when he met Peter for the first time since he’d been infantilized. After his first week at “The Home”, we returned home for the weekend. John started shaking when he saw Peter’s car parked in the drive. “Ah, that’s better. Baby Boy is getting excited as Mommy wants him. Mommy has missed him so much that now she wants all the cummies that are due to her.” Her handling became more urgent and after a considerable period of time, John ejaculated into the soft folds of his nappy. “Clever Baby Boy!” said Jill, condescendingly. She left the room, only to return ten minutes later with a feeding bottle and a Hitachi “Magic Wand” which she plugged into a power outlet next to the head board. Jill smiled down at the worried look on her husband’s face. “Ready Darling Baby Boy for Mommy’s next cummies? You have been away twelve nights and I have had only two climaxes from you.” She lay down next to him and offered the warm milk to his lips. While he suckled Jill turned on the Magic Wand and held it lightly over his groin. “That means,” she continued. “That you owe me ten cummies, and John?” He paused in his nursing and looked nervously up at her. “I want them all tonight, OK?” Part 15 It had been a mainly sleepless night for both of them but also a very uncomfortable night for John. Even now, his sexual equipment was feeling excruciatingly painful as Jill had alternated between the Magic Wand and her hand all night. Even long after he was failing to get firm, Jill kept on the relentless pressure on his penis and balls, despite the tears of pain springing out of John’s eyes. In the end, he had screamed for her to stop, breaking down totally and sobbing how sorry he was and how it would never happen again. “I know Darling, I should never have trusted you with a business trip by yourself. But I promise you,” Jill stated resolutely. “It will never happen again. Trust me, I will never be so naive again to let you be in a position like that again.” Her hand gripped his tortured genitals again. “Please, Please!” John howled out. “Stop Mommy!” “Only one last thing by darling Baby Boy, and then I’ll free you and let you sleep.” She promised. She kissed him, long and hard. “Mommy promises it will be alright, she loves her Baby Boy so much, it hurts, but she must know..” Jill let a short silence hang in the air. “Yes Mommy,” John asked. “Tell me honestly, I mean from the bottom of your heart. What is it that you dream of when you are masturbating?” John gazed up at her, gathering his thoughts at the front of his mind. “You Mommy, I fantasize of you, with you.” After a short pause, Jill looked reproachfully at him. “I dream of wearing the diapers and using them,” he whispered. “I dream of being your Baby Boy forever. I get hard thinking about you changing my diapers and being in complete and total charge of me.” Jill waited while John gathered more thoughts. She was somewhat surprised, but delighted with his candor and honesty. Jill smiled down at him and kissed him. “Thank you Darling,” she said. “You really mean it, you want me to have complete control over you?” Without hesitation, John nodded. “And you promise me always to trust your Mommy, and do exactly what she wants, all the time?” “Yes Mommy,” John whispered throatily. “Make me yours, and I will love you forever.” It was Jill’s turn to turn on the tears now as she released his limbs from the restraints and removed the waterproof pants and the diaper. She felt a little guilty as John’s shriveled penis was a fierce red color. She drizzled on some Baby Lotion and tenderly rubbed it in. Unsteadily, John rose to his feet and sat on the porcelain potty for a pee. After a late breakfast, Jill cleared the table and told John to stay in his place. “Mommy, can I do a poo please?” He looked somewhat strained. “Not yet,” Jill replied. “I want to talk to you. Surely you can hold it for a short time?” John was dressed in his adult clothes, however underneath his jeans he was wearing a pair of pull up trainer pants. “Yes Mommy,” he whispered, completely cowed under her dominance over him. She put a bottle of milk in front of him, and a cup of coffee, pad of paper and pen for herself. “Drink your bottle,” she ordered. “While I write a note to Marion as I won’t be coming to work until after lunch today.” John was too focused on his own problems to be concerned about what Jill was writing. Eventually she finished and sealed the letter in an envelope, handing it to John. “Take this to The Home, and give to Marion,” Jill ordered. “And wait for a reply.” John was sweating now. “Mommy, I think I’ve had an accident!” Jill jumped up and dragged him off to the nursery where his potty was waiting. She pulled down his jeans and training pants and with desperation; John sat and noisily emptied his bowels. However, the damage had been done and he had succeeded in smearing the seat of his training pants with shit. “Finished?” she asked curtly. John sheepishly nodded. “Stand,” Jill ordered. Without wiping, she pulled up the training pants and fastening him back into his trousers. John looked at her shocked and dismayed. “I will clean you up when you are back Darling, now go quickly and take this package with you.” She handed him a brown paper parcel and kissed him. Nervously, John picked up the letter and drove off in the car. Smiling to herself, Jill punched some numbers on her phone. “Marion? Just to update you…” Part 16 and Conclusion. John arrived at The Home, and hurried into reception, well aware of the skin between his buttocks was beginning to smart. Worst of all, he could actually smell himself now. He hoped to be able to deliver the note and parcel nippily and be on his way home. Andii was on reception and she smiled at him. "Hello John, nice to see you." He liked Andii, she was always smiling and so polite. "How can I help you, Your wife is not here at the moment?" "I know," John explained. "I am here to see Marion." Andii spoke on the phone for a moment and then waved in the direction of the admin. Wing. "She's waiting for you." John thanked her, slightly puzzled. As he made off down the corridor, John turned over in his mind how he was going to get out of the office quickly. ‘Good Morning Marion’, he would say politely. ‘I have been asked to deliver this note to you. I won’t take up any more of your time, good bye!’ He would put the parcel down on her desk and then hand her the note. With a smile and a wave, he would retreat from the office and go home. Simple. Then why was he so nervous! Marion’s door was open! Good, he would not have to knock. “Hi,” John bravely threw his head around the corner of her door. Shit! She was having a meeting! Marion and three others were grouped around the conference table in the corner of the office. Marion looked up at him, a frown etched across her forehead; annoyed at being interrupted. He recognized the three other women, all Nurses, colleagues and friends of Jill. “What do you want?” Marion asked, her tone short and abrupt. John boldly marched to the desk and dropped the parcel and letter there. “Sorry to disturb, but these are for you from Jill,” he said. John beat a hasty retreat to the door but was stopped in his tracks by Marion’s fierce bark. “Stop right there!” She ordered, moving to the desk and ripping open the envelope. John was routed to the spot and didn’t notice Pauline, Jill’s head nurse on the men’s wing, go to the office door and close it. She remained there, protecting the exit. The other nurses, casually wondered over and stood next to John. Along with Pauline, he knew Patricia and Jane socially and their husbands. “Dear Marion,” Marion read out aloud. “As my dear friend and colleague, please help me with my dysfunctional Baby Boy husband.” John felt his knees go weak as he started to panic. Sweat almost immediately started beading on his forehead and he could only imagine the color of his face. Frantically, he looked for an escape route, but the nurses, with their gloating smiling faces, had boxed him in completely. “Please open box,” Marion read, and nodded at Jane who ripped open the seal and emptied the contents on the desk. John visibly shrank as his soiled underwear appeared in all their glory across Marion’s desk. Jane, with a look of painted disgust on her face, picked up a pair and exposed the vivid skid marks to all assembled in the room. “How revolting!” commented Pauline. “ Poor, poor Jill having to put up with that.” The others murmured and nodded in assent. Marion continued. “As you can see from the contents of the box, John likes to dirty his pants. This has been going on every since we first started living together and now, I regret to say, I am at the end of my tether with this behavior.” Marion lowered the letter slightly and glared at John. A stony silence fell as Marion picked up on the contents of the letter. “I love John dearly, but I have come to the reluctant decision that he is not going to be my husband, partner, soul-mate anymore, as he cannot, and will not fulfill his part of the responsibilities associated with that position. Last night John admitted to me that he wanted to be my Baby Boy, and give up the role of husband and partner. To prove what I say is true, ask him to suck his thumb.” “Well?” Marion glared at John. He was completely humiliated but complied, timidly putting his thumb in his mouth. The other nurses giggled with Pauline clapping with delight. “So, to that end, I have decided to keep him as my baby, and relieve him of all the responsibilities of adulthood. He will now give up his job and become a full time adult infant. He must now realize that he stands before you in his adult clothes for the last time.” Marion looked at Jane and Patricia. “Well? You better help him out of his adult clothes, hadn’t you?” John was frozen to the spot as two pairs of hands started pulling up his sweater and undoing his shirt buttons. “My dear friend,” Marion continued. “Please help me in this task. His transition to Babyhood must be with complete compliance. As a baby he must have no embarrassment or shame. I will be in later this afternoon, but please start his education and feel free to treat John appropriately as you see fit. Your dearest friend, Jill” Ps. As you have probably noted, he willfully soiled his training pants this morning. I would be grateful if you could find a fitting punishment for this. Marion folded the letter and watched as the nurses pulled down the soiled training pants. Jane grimaced. “No wonder he stinks!” John clenched his eyes shut with the humiliation and sucked harder on his thumb. Marion stood in front of him, pulling his thumb out of his mouth and gripping his chin. “John?” His wet eyes looked up at her. “You now have a choice.” Marion continued. “One, you can pull up your trousers and walk out of here. Or,” she paused, enjoying the power exchange in progress. “Two, you can completely submit to your new status in life, and give up adulthood.” John paled over, completely traumatized. His mouth gaped open, like a goldfish out of water. Marion smiled and whispered. “If you want option two, all you have to do is put your thumb back in your mouth, it is that easy,” she smiled. You could have heard a pin drop in the few moments that followed Marion’s statement. Almost in slow motion, John lifted his thumb to his mouth and started sucking. A loud cheer went up from all the assembled. John was immune to the clapping and laughter, only aware of the distant noise and the tears rolling down his cheeks. “Hello Andii,” Smiled Jill. “Is your new resident here?” Andii grinned back at her and handed over the car keys. “I think Marion has found him a new set. She is waiting for you in John’s new room.” Jill thanked her and moved off to the old storeroom where her and Marion had assembled various items of furniture and fittings last week. Marion and Pauline were there, tidying up as John lay in the cot, feeding from a large bottle of babies milk. His eyes lit up when he saw her. “Mommy,” he cried. “I love you.” Jill dropped the side of the cot, bent over and kissed him. “I love you too, my darling.” Jill looked down at the patterned onsie he was wearing over a thick cloth diaper and plastic pants. Her nose twitched as she detected the scent of a soiled diaper. Marion laughed. “We found a couple of suppositories to help him along with his first punishment diaper. He will stay in it till supper time.” Jill looked slightly uncomfortable and her heart melted as John’s hands gripped her hands almost painfully. “I am sorry Mommy,” he said. “They made me!” He blurted out. “Please Mommy, please take me home?” Gently Jill pushed his hands away and sat on the edge of the bed. “Darling,” she said. “I want you to listen carefully to what I have to say.” Jill stroked his hair. “Mommy loves you, but you can’t be her husband anymore. You will only be her baby from now on.” Jill watched his features absorb this new fact of life. “You will be living here in The Home, looked after by me and all these lovely ladies who also love you very much and want you to be the best Baby Boy in the world. When Mommy finishes work, she will be going home but you will be staying here.” In shock he looked up at her, and then started shaking and getting very agitated. Pauline and Marion immediately secured his limbs in restraint webbing as tears of frustration and sadness rolled down his cheeks. “Don’t worry,” she said, trying to calm him. “You will come home on some weekends and during holiday times and you can be a Mommy’s Baby Boy at home but I will not have the energy to hold down this job and look after two babies.” John stopped sniffing and stared at her. “Yes Darling,” she smiled” “I am pregnant at last and I am so happy. Soon I will have two babies in my life.” John smiled, but tugged at the restraints with frustration. “Mommy?” “Yes Darling?” Jill stroked his brow. “Jill,” he risked the name to prove a point. “We can turn this around. Let me come home as your husband and I will forget all about the diapers and the baby business. Please let me be a husband to you and a father to our new child?” Marion and Pauline held their breath as Jill mopped his sweaty brow. “Husband Darling? You tried that, remember?” Jill’s tone hardened. “You think that if I take you home as my husband, you will not dream of pooping in a diaper when you make love to me? If I take you home, will you save all your seed for me, and me alone?” John’s face collapsed in front of her. “No Darling,” she said. “You will be happier here. I have asked the nice ladies to masturbate you at every nappy change so that you don’t miss that.” Pauline laughed. “Can’t wait,” she said dryly but with a coy smile on her face. “And,” Jill continued. “No more dirty pants. You will now be in diapers all the time, and you will not have to bother about getting to the toilet and wiping your bottom. No Darling, You won’t be a husband to me, nor will you be a father to our child. You will be my special loving Baby Boy.” John broke down and started sobbing. “Please Jill,” he screamed. “Don’t do this to me, let me be your man.” Jill’s brow clouded over and she slapped him across the face. “Stop it!” She shouted, causing Marion and Pauline to jump in surprise. “Remember Peter Reynolds? Yes, your old colleague from your last job. I have been seeing him for the last 4 months.” John’s mouth opened in shock. “He is the father to the child in my belly, not you.” Jill said cruelly. “He is moving in next week as the new man about the house.” Jill instantly regretted the outburst, and she hugged her weeping Baby Boy. “I am so sorry darling, but life had to go on, I had reached the end of my tether.” I still loved John, but not as a husband anymore, not as a lover but as a large overgrown adult baby. I was very firm with him in the beginning, putting him exactly in the place that I wanted him. John’s choices were, and still are simple. He could stay or go. On more than one occasion, I had to offer to pack his suitcase for him. Each time he would dramatically back down and adopt a state of required compliance. As new life grew in my belly, John slowly resigned himself to his new position and status while I developed my home with a new man, Peter at the helm. I encouraged Peter to tease and humiliate John as it would implant the humility that I required from John in the future. John of course knew Peter from his previous life at the office but was deeply humiliated when he met Peter for the first time since he’d been infantilized. After his first week at “The Home”, we returned home for the weekend. John started shaking when he saw Peter’s car parked in the drive.

Rosy,a girl around 24 losing her job as a space flight engineer, and having to return to her birth planet:

Lately Emma had been acting up. She had just graduated high school and was acting rather lazy. She didn't want to do any chores and flat out refused to pick up after herself sleeping late most days. This was because she'd go out partying until late. Today it was past noon and she was still in bed, snoozing away. What was the point anyways? She had no plans to go to college, and she'd find a job... eventually.

After a small bowel resection years ago I developed an urgency problem. I was encouraged to use fiber supplements to make it easier on my colon. I have multiple large bm's a day on a fairly regular schedule. The bm's are soft but well formed. By all accounts my bowel functions great and I'm healthy. The problem is severe urgency. I get little notice that I have to defecate. More times than not, I end having an accident. It's become such an inconvenience that I've started to use diapers. It's so much easier changing a messy diaper than dealing with soiled clothing. I'm told by my doctor that such post-op conditions happen infrequently and usually resolve over time. It's been 4 years and the problem has not improved. Anyone else experience this type of problem and if yes, how long before symptoms faded?