Adolescent Behavior Center

[willnotwill]

Here's another beginning of a story I don't really know where to take.... feel free to continue or add ideas...

ADOLESCENT BEHAVIOR CENTER

That's what it read on the door of the office in the medical center professional building that Charlie pushed through with his mother. He'd

been there a week earlier taking all sorts of tests, written, multiple choice, even ink blots. But today was the day that they were supposed

to tell him what they were going to do for him. He never really saw his behavior as a problem, but his parents were always getting upset

and he really wasn't all that interested in doing well in school or anything else.

After a short period in the waiting room, Charlie and his mom were escorted into the doctor's office. Sitting in the chairs facing the doctor's

desk, Dr. Marshall flipped open a folder. "Yes I believe we can help Charlie. As you know, we at ABC believe in non-drug threapy for the

treatment of behavioral problems...."

Great, I thought, more headshrinking. I'd been to psycologists before. Lots of talking about my feelings and this and that but never any really

useful progress.

"We have a couple of options that I think will work well here. The first is the most severe, and we won't resort to that unless the others fail.

However, you are fortunate that another boy who has had that procedure is here today on a followup, and that family has agreed to meet with

you just so you get the idea. We'll then show you the other option."

Dr. Marshall rose from his desk. He picked up a box and led us out of his office and in to an examination room. Sitting on the examining

table was a boy about a year older than me. He was dressed in a hospital gown and looked about as unconfortable as I felt. His parents

sat in chairs at the side of the room. The father rose to greet us. "Bob Davis he said extending his hand to my mother. This is my wife Mary

and my son Walter."

Mom introduced us in return. Dr. Marshall opened the box he was carrying and showed the contents to mom us. It was a block of clear plastic.

Inside it was embedded a penis and two other items which I quickly realized were testes. My head began to swim. "I got your momento back,"

Dr. Marshall addressed to Walter. He handed it to him. Walter held it gingerly and I could see tears beginning to form. "Walter was one of

our more difficult cases. This option is severe but it always works out in the long run."

"Sure has...he's been a changed man," Mr. Davis volunteered.

"Walter," Dr. Marshall conitnued, "This is Charlie and his family is considering his options. Could you please show them."

A little pause, and then Walter put down his entombed genitals. He lifted the gown and spread his legs a bit. There was a little scar but otherwise

nothing between his legs. I suddenly guarded my own privates.

"Thanks Walter."

We were led out fo that room and into another. I was instructed to sit on that examining table. Dr. Marshal began, "Well, you see what options we

have if the less agressive therapies don't work. I hope that seeing that will encourage you to try to work with us."

The hell it did, I'd do anything to keep this quack from cutting off my junk. A nurse entered the room and started busying herself with items from the

cabinets. I settled down enough to look around. It looked like your average doctor's office. There were cabinets of all sorts of supplies on one

side. The other side seemed to consist of bulletin boards of pictures which I only glanced at. Other patients mostly in their underwear was all

I could see from my vantage point.

I was instructed to undress. Completely. It was odd sitting there naked in front of two strangers and my mother. "Your parents and I have discussed

this, and we're going to get you started today." The nurse came over with an armload of supplies and set them down. I was instructed to lay down

on my stomach. The nurse applied some goo to my buttocks and then I was told to roll over and she continued with my balls and penis.

"This is a barrier cream. There are a couple of different brands of this and we'll give you a few as samples so you can see which works best for you.

This one is called 'butt paste' and most people like it," Dr. Marshall explained. I still couldn't really tell what was going on. The nurse then slid something

under me and then pulled it up between my legs.... a diaper! She fastened the tapes and helped me sit up.

"I'm not wearing this," I blurted out.

"We've discussed this with your parents. This therapy is quite successful. He waved his hands towards the pictures on the wall. These are all

our success stories. " I looked closer. Not underwear, these pictures were all of teenagers wearing diapers for the most part. "You will come

to accept and use the diapers."

"No..." I mouthed.

"What happens if he doesn't?" my mom asked.

"Well in the worst case, we can always do what we did for Walter. " My head reeled again and felt like crying myself.

"But we have some things that can help with him not wanting to wear them and trying to avoid following the treatment.

First there are these." He held up a pair of plastic pants. Attached to the waistband was a pad lock. "You can lock

him in these and he'll not get them off and will have no choice but to use them."

Ugh, I began to realize that they really expected me to not only wear these stupid things but to go in them.

"Another alternative is spinctonil injections. Spinctonil can be used to deaden either the urinary or anal spincters or

both, causing the loss of control. Diapers then don't become an option but a necessity. In fact, I'd recommend

that we give a round of shots today just to get started. The only downside to spinctonil is that if used too much, it

can become permanent, as Nurse Jill can attest."

The nurse looked coy for a second and then lifted her skirt to show that she was wearing diapers. "Nurse Jill

was one of my earlier patients. She's become a quite successful assistant. However, it took enough courses

of spinctonil in her time that meant she'll be in diapers for life."

I became really quiet and resigned. I didn't want to wear diapers, and I didn't want any shots to make me lose

control even temporarily, let alone for the rest of my life, but certainly didn't want my junk chopped off and frozen

in a block of plastic either. The nurse was busy packing a bag of diapers, creams, wipes and other things and

gave them to my mom.

"One last thing and then you can get dressed," The nurse handed Dr. Mashall a camera. I was stood up and

my picture was taken. Soon I would be another snapshot on that wall.

[DailyDi]

Nope, this can't be in the short stories forum... needs more chapters

[willnotwill]

Well, I escaped the ABC that day without any spinctonil injections. My pants went back on but barely over the diapers. Each step I took reminded me of the fact that I was now diapered up. Arriving home mom told me to go try on other pants that might fit better over the diaper and I found a pair of shorts that did. After lunch she asked if I needed a change. NO I DO NOT NEED A CHANGE I shouted in my head, but just shook my head. Later that afternoon, I came to the realization that I had to pee badly. There just seemed to way around this. I tried and I couldn't. I stood up, I sat down, I shut my eyes...Finally, the flow started. Dampness spread across my genitals but was soaked up by the diaper. After I finished I realized the diaper was now larger and heavier with the weight of the pee. I didn't know what to do, but mom sensed my situation and led me upstairs.

She spread a pad on the bed and said, "Let's get you changed." She continued to yammer on about getting me a changing table and didn't getting cleaned up feel good. I didn't respond. "You know you can talk about this if you want. The doctor says diaper changing is supposed to be a social time." With the new diaper on I put on my shorts and proceeded back to what I was doing. Things went along the same way for several more changes. My dad came home and witnessed another change. Obviously I was going to get no sympathy there. I had started to feel the need to poop, but I'd fought it back because I wasn't ready to do that. Mom asked the next day about it. She told me if needed we could get a spinctonil injection one time to get me used to going.

No way! The next time the feeling game, I resigned myself. I let it go. The relief was pleasant at first as the poo exited my rectum. Soon it hit the diaper and mushroomed back on my rear. Ugh, this is disgusting. I asked mom to change me. I gingerly tried to set myself down on the bed as best I could but I was unable to do anything other than plop myself down into the pile of my own crap.

Opening the diaper revealed the smelly mess, but mom cleaned up chattering all the way.

Life went on for a couple of weeks and I got into a routine. I actually could tolerate sitting around in the wet diaper if it wasn't convenient for me to get a change. I tried to control my bowel movements to only be done when I could get changed right away. I had once had to go in the car and I sat there in the poo until we could stop somewhere and get me changed. Sitting in it is the worst.

Soon school started and I was hoping that maybe they'd relent, but I heard mom talking to the school nurse, explaining I would be in diapers, no there was no medical problem, and then went into details on the ABC. The first day of school I was shown where my spare diapers were in the nurses office and that I could come down if I needed a change. As bad as I thought going to school in a diaper was going to be, it did allow me some freedom. I could sneak into the boys room and wriggle the diaper down and use the toilet. I even got used to timing my bowel movements so I could do them at school. Mom asked about this and I just told her I did. After a few weeks mom informed me we had another appointment at the ABC.

Nurse Jill summonsed us from the waiting room. I was told to strip down but leave the diaper on. After a bit the doctor came in. He undid the diaper and inspected my skin and decided that all was well. He taped me back up. All during this procedure he had been asking mom if my behavior had been improving. She stated that it had been quite good for several weeks but had started to regress when school started. She also expressed her fear that based on discussions with the nurse that I had been cheating and using the toilet. BUSTED.

Dr. Marshall pointed out that it was not unusual and that perhaps a round of spinctonil was in order. Mom to my shock consented this time. Nurse Jill started preparing the syringe and Dr. Marshall again opened my diaper. No, I thought and reached down to cover myself. Nurse Jill put her hands on mine and pulled them away. A quick swab with alcohol, the pain of the needle, and a burning sensation. Doc turned to my mom and asked if she wanted him to do the other side. I looked at my mom with pleading eyes and my mom relented and said we'd just try the front for now.

We stopped off at McD's on the way home, I guess to try to cheer me up a bit. I started sucking on my coke and the nesting thing I know I was peeing. Liquid in, Liquid out, I figured. This is the way it was going to be. Things were about the same except I didn't get a chance to time when I was going to wet, it just came. The next morning I realized another issue. I woke up for the first time wet. At school, I had little choice but let my body do it's thing and go into the nurse's office for changes. I decided I shouldn't chance any more use of the toilet for pooping so I did it at home every day so mom could see I was doing so.

A week later I was back at ABC. Mom did admit that things had improved in the past week. Good, I hope, soon this would wear off and I would have my control back. Then I heard the words come out of my mother's mouth: Let's continue the injections. No, I thought. How long before this became permanent? The Doctor explained that with weekly injections, it would only take three or four more and then it wouldn't be necessary to continue them. I realized the implications. They were going to make it so I'd be peeing diapers forever. The diaper came off and the injection and its burn came again. "Roll over" was the next words spoken.

"No, Mom, please! I'll wear the diapers, I'll use them. Let me keep control of my ass. Please."

The pleading was futile. Nurse Jill gently turned me over. She massaged my shoulder and stroked my head and reassured me that things would be alright. I felt the needle and the burn in my rear. I knew that soon things would just come out of there without warning. No timing. No setting it up to be at a convenient time for changes. I'd be just like a baby except babies eventually get trained.

I started to cry like a baby, but Nurse Jill continued to comfort me until it was time to go home.

[baby_snow_white]

I don't see how taking a male's penis and balls off is going to change his behavior or taking away his ability to pee and poop is going to change his behavior.

[WBDaddy]

I don't see how taking a male's penis and balls off is going to change his behavior or taking away his ability to pee and poop is going to change his behavior.

[baby_snow_white]

Oh I see. I didn't know that.

[willnotwill]

It's time like this you need to take the cue from the end of the old Mystery Science Theatre 3000 theme:

[willnotwill]

I hadn't made but a few steps out of the car when I felt the urge to poop.

[Sarah Penguin]

This was fun!