maximusdignitas

"Ow, quit it..." I whine as you swat me with the wooden spoon and even though it doesn't hurt much, it still is embarrassing.

I get into the back seat of the car and in a very bad mood as I think about how this must be one of the stupidest ideas my parents have ever had.

"I'm not wearing a fucking diaper," I blurt out in anger feeling like my punishment is going too far and I need to assert my authority.

"Why?" I ask dumbfounded.

"Whatever mom, you know I don't need diapers anymore.

A few boys look in our direction as they hear you say loudly and they look about 14 or 15.

As we walk from the car towards Babies R Us and you give me the option of holding dad's hand, sitting in the cart or holding onto the cart, I pick the lesser of two evils and hold on the cart as we walk inside.

"Ok," I say thinking I will probably be grounded for what I've done and I'm hoping it's not too long.

I get in the back seat of the car and look at my phone as a distraction to hopefully eliminate discussion and eye contact.

While you are gone, I consider removing my diaper and going outside your slider to poop out back, but then notice there are a bunch of people around who might see me wandering outside.

I am surprised at you finding me in your room and as you tell me to use my diaper in that stupid babyish way.

I don't want to go to bed yet because it's still way too early, but at least I won't be the center of attention having everyone making fun of me.

I've always wondered how she knew I was lying and I didn't want to admit what I had done all day.

"Ok, I might have taken it to fill up with gas and when I came out it was there and I don't know how it happened." I say knowing it's only half true.

I get out of the car and look at the dent and look very surprised like I have no idea what happened.

"Ok," I say not unhappy with not cleaning now and I am glad she didn't freak out about me having friends over.

I wasn't expecting you guys home so early, but act like I don't really care.

My name is Dante and I'm a typical 16 year old boy.

It seems to take forever while you are feeding me the baby bottle and there are a group of kids mesmerized by what they are watching.

I am surprised at your accusations of porn because I know I look at stuff, but I've always been careful about deleting my history.

I am paralyzed as you clean me up like a little boy with everyone watching and giggling as you expertly wipe my poopy butt in front of all my friends and family.

Things start getting out of control when you ask me if I pooped and start checking me right there in front of everyone and I am totally embarrassed, but it's not until you announce it loudly that everyone looks in my direction and I'm feeling so embarrassed at what has happened, but as you tell me to lie down while you grab some stuff, I feel like a naughty boy when I say, "I need to go to my room."

"What are you talking about?"

As my mom walks by and squeezes my bottom I realize she probably has no idea what she was doing, but I feel my poop escape into my undies and I'm feeling really nervous about being around everyone with dirty underwear, but I don't want to leave right away because someone might put two and two together after someone makes a comment about someone farting.

Everyone starts talking and my mom is talking my our other relatives and I am hanging out with my friends hoping they didn't notice my mom wiping my face right in front of everyone and nobody says anything as we start talking amongst the five of us and it isn't long before I'm feeling the urge to poop, but don't leave right away since I haven't talked to anyone forever and I know I will be able to slip away at any point.