TheLittleWriter Posted July 31, 2024 Posted July 31, 2024 Hi guys! This story is about a middle-aged man who finds himself moving back to his tyrannical mother's house. Divorced and jobless, Ian's bedwetting returns and his mother is not happy about it. All Ian needs is a friend, someone to take care of him, but he feels more lonely than ever. In the house next to her mother's, Amelia is looking for the right man. Someone who needs her and is devoted to her. But she's got no luck. Until... Chapters two to four are already up on my website: The Padded Playground Finding Mommy Ian was an average forty-two-year-old, except for a few things. He didn’t have a car, a wife, kids, a pet, or a house. He had them in the past, but a series of terrible decisions and financial mistakes had finally pushed away everything he held dear. After the storm that had been the previous year, he had returned to live with his mother, who welcomed him begrudgingly into her house. Elena was a ruthless woman with a terrible temperament, perhaps the reason why she had divorced three times in her sixty years of life. “I’m expecting you to pull your own weight, starting by paying rent as soon as possible,” said Elena, “I’m not running a charity here. And you better find another place if you want to receive visits. I don’t want no kids or skanks in my home.” “I know, Mom. I’m looking for a job already, I just need some time,” Ian replied, entering his childhood room. It felt as if he had stepped into the past, surrounded by his old toys, stuffed animals, a bed in the shape of a car, and old coloring books. He had left his mom’s home when he was just a boy and had stayed with his father until it was time to go to college. Sadly, his father had passed away, and with no siblings or anyone else to turn to, he found solace in his mother’s house. “You can remove the plastic sheets. But only if you stopped your bedwetting.” Ian blushed, “I don’t wet the bed anymore, Mom.” “Don’t blame me for being cautious. You can redo the room as much as you want, but I hope you don’t if that means you’ll be out of here soon enough,” said Elena, leaving Ian alone in his childhood room. All his life was packed in boxes and suitcases, and he had nothing really to hope for. Perhaps he would get some good news from his job interview, but when the call came, it wasn’t to congratulate him about his new position. No, it was to turn him down for someone younger and better; just like his ex-wife had done. He closed his door and cried a little before unpacking. Chapter One Ian woke up that day with a familiar sense of dread, the same one that had accompanied him since his divorce. Disoriented and still confused about his new environment, he stood up, only to have his heart stop for a second when he realized what had happened. His car-shaped bed was completely soaked, and so were his pajamas. “Ian, Ian. Wake up,” his mother called, knocking at his door. “I don’t want you sleeping in every morning. Get the trash out and make some breakfast. You’ll be cleaning the house until you get a real job.” But Ian couldn’t answer. He was on the brink of despair. The day before, he couldn’t think about anything but the fact that there was nowhere else to fall. He had touched rock bottom, and now he realized he could still fall further. This morning was just it. “Don’t make me come in,” said Elena. Sobbing, he tried to keep his mother out, “It’s okay. I’m awake. I’ll be out in a minute.” He rushed to undo the bed, removing the wet sheets. But then the door opened, and there was no denying what had happened. His mother stood in the doorway, intimidating as she had looked throughout his childhood, her expression of disgust and disappointment evident. “Again?!” she shouted, storming in and pushing his face into the soaked bed. “What’s this?!” “I’m sorry,” he said, knowing he could have freed himself but not daring to do so. “It was an accident,” he managed to reply between sobs. “Am I gonna have to put you back in diapers? Is this why she left you, huh? Because she was tired of waking up to a wet bed?” Ian didn’t know what to say or how to react, and his mother’s grip forced him against the wet patch on his bed. “My goodness. Thank God your father took you away, or I would’ve beaten you every morning until you outgrew this childish behavior. Be a man and clean this mess.” Now crying desperately, Ian took the sheets to the washing machine, walking around in his wet pajamas, hoping it was all a nightmare. That he would soon wake up and be back home with his loving wife and kids, enjoying the perks of a high-paying job. But he closed his eyes and opened them again, and he was still in his mother’s basement, wet and sobbing. ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… Amelia rested on her bed, tired of doing the same meaningless task every single day. At twenty-two, she was lucky to have her own place and a good-paying job, but even with all her luck, she couldn’t shake the feeling something was missing. She had thought about getting a dog. Maybe feeling needed by a creature that required attention and supervision was just what she needed. Sighing, she decided to keep coding the latest software updates for the company she worked for. If she was honest, she was just lonely. She didn’t have friends, by choice, though. And her recent dating adventures had been major flops. People, at least that’s how she saw it, were getting more stupid and vain with each year. She was a good catch. Tall and athletically built with long legs and a strong core. Brunette with blue eyes, her Tinder account was always buzzing with attention from the opposite sex. But attracting a handsome man wasn’t the problem; finding them attractive after they opened their mouths was almost impossible. She looked out her window. The neighbor, an old lady, was shouting again. Amelia couldn’t quite make out what was being said. Nothing too out of the ordinary, though. When the neighbor’s husband was around, it was a shouting match every day. As nasty a woman as they come, she thought before getting ready for the gym. ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… Ian had very few pleasures in life now. Video games and Netflix weren’t enough to keep his spirits up. He needed something to do. He needed a way out of his mother’s house and back to his old life. Looking down at his wet mattress, hoping his mother was bluffing when she threatened him with diapers, he wished for someone to help him. Someone kind and caring. But his hope was crushed when night came and, in his room, over his car-shaped bed, a package of adult disposable diapers was waiting for him. “I’m not going to hear a word about it.” “But I can’t just wear diapers. I’m not a baby,” Ian tried to defend himself. “You are not a baby? Okay, so tell me, do adults wet their beds?” “I mean, maybe some…” “Not any adults I know. Only babies do that. Not even toddlers. Babies! You can either accept the diapers or go back to the streets.” “But…” “But what? Who will you go to? You’re a pissy pansy with no job, no money, no car, no friends, no nothing.” He was used to her venomous words, but this time, she struck something in him, and without warning, he felt a warm liquid running down his legs. There was silence for a moment, and then his mother burst into laughter so loud, he swore the house shook with it. “You sissy. I knew I should’ve aborted you when I could! Disgraceful excuse for a man. Go on, tell me you don’t need diapers,” she taunted him. “Go on, tell me you’re not a baby, you sissy. How on earth you managed to get a wife in the first place is beyond me.” Ian couldn’t answer. She was right. She grabbed him by the wrist with a grip so strong it reminded him of all the times he had been punished as a child. What followed was something Ian couldn’t have predicted even in his worst nightmares. His mother removed his wet pants and trousers, leaving him standing there, naked from the waist down. “No wonder she left you,” she said, “That’s not much bigger than when you were a kid.” Her words cut deeper than iron as she grabbed a bunch of baby wipes and harshly cleaned his wet crotch. It didn’t take long before he found himself lying over a thick adult diaper, sobbing as his mother mocked him for his incompetence at adulting. And just like that, he had fallen even lower than he thought possible. He looked out the window as his mother taped the diaper after spreading a generous amount of baby powder over his most intimate parts, hoping things could soon change for the better. 9 3
Marcie Posted July 31, 2024 Posted July 31, 2024 Wow i have just discovered your work and its amazing. This is your best so far, the mother is so cruel and i love it. I hope she dominates and torments him more. Can not wait for more chapters. 1 1
kirababy Posted July 31, 2024 Posted July 31, 2024 THis is quite a start, she is an incredibly mean insensitive woman.
sklawlor Posted July 31, 2024 Posted July 31, 2024 poor Ian. I hope things turn around for him quickly. good start, looking forward to reading more.
Eagle0769 Posted August 5, 2024 Posted August 5, 2024 Good start ... no great start. Surprised she did not take him over her lap and gave him a spanking before she put him in a diaper. She is one mean Mommy. 🙂
Little Lamb Posted August 20, 2024 Posted August 20, 2024 This is a great setup, cant wait for whats to come...
ppbenn Posted September 4, 2024 Posted September 4, 2024 I agree with the previous sentiments. Great start and I am looking forward to reading more soon.
TheLittleWriter Posted October 31, 2024 Author Posted October 31, 2024 Chapter 2 Ian’s Punishment Ian woke up the next day with his heart racing after the most horrible nightmare. His mother had taken him to the court where his divorce would be made final and everyone was laughing at him because he was wearing a onesie and an obviously thick adult diaper. His ex-wife, her new lover, his daughter, his son, and even friends. They all pointed out at him, mocking him and calling him names like sissy or pansy baby. He wouldn’t felt relieved to be awake, but the cold dampness against his crotch was undeniable. Once again, he had wet himself in his sleep and proven his mother right. “Wet again I see,” said Elena as she opened the door to find her grown-up son in nothing but a soaked diaper, “Are you gonna argue now that you’re not a baby?” “It’s just an accident. It won’t happen again,” said Ian, knowing that probably, he was wrong and diapers were now part of his adult life. “Well, after all the sobbing you did yesterday, I forgot to mention something.” Ian froze right in his place, “What?” “Just that every day until you get a job, I’ll be spanking you before putting you to bed.” “That’s unfair!” He said. His blood boiled as more and more anger built inside him. “Unfair? Unfair is having a loser of a son coming into my home. Using my electricity, my water, my internet, and giving nothing in return because he cannot hold a fucking job.” “But, I’m a grown-up. You can’t just spank me.” “I’m not arguing your position in this house anymore. I’ve already diaper you, there’s no more modesty between us. You can take it or leave it, I don’t care. But if you don’t accept, you can pack your bags and leave immediately. I ain’t having no pants-pissing sissy in my house, and if I do, be sure that I’m going to make a proper man out of you.” She said her words and left the room. After a much-needed shower, Ian went onto his laptop to try and find a job. There were not many openings for someone his age, especially not for someone who had been fired before. It meant he had to start from scratch, and the prospects were slim. He sent his resume to as many companies as possible, and was hopeful about a few of them, but unless he had a job that very same day, he was in for a dreadful night. A spanking and the diapering, and he was feeling more and more like a child instead of the adult he was. “So, did you get a job?” Asked Elena. “I sent my resume, but it takes time.” “Maybe if you hadn’t lost your previous job you wouldn’t be in this situation.” He was well aware of that, but he found that arguing with his mother only made her more poisonous and spiteful. He took her insults like a champ that afternoon as they ate their dinner. “All right, I think it’s time for bed.” “But it’s still so early,” Ian said, hoping to catch an episode of a show before hitting the bed. “For adults, perhaps, but not for you. Got to your room, brush your teeth, and I’ll be there soon to get you ready.” Defeated, Ian obeyed, hoping his mother would only diaper him and not fulfill her promise of spanking him every night before bed. If that was his hope, then he was in for a disappointment. As soon as he finished brushing his teeth, he found his mother in his room with another adult-sized diaper and grinning. “Lose the pants and underwear,” she said as if it was the most natural thing to ask for to her grown-up son. “Mom, but…” “No buts.” It was her glare that forced Ian to obey. Cold and detached, as if she didn’t care one bit about how he felt, how humiliating it was to endure such a demand. Reluctantly, slowly, and with his eyes closed the entire time, Ian removed his pants and underwear, revealing his little penis and balls. “On my lap,” she said. Ian nodded and obeyed, detaching himself from what was happening. As if his body was in auto-mode, he offered his smooth butt to his mother and closed his eyes. SMACK! SMACK! Watery eyes as he forced himself not to cry. SMACK! SMACK! “This will teach you a lesson,” said Elena. SMACK! SMACK! It wasn’t until five minutes later, when he couldn’t bear it no more, when he was crying desperately for compassion, that his mother stopped. His bottom had been savaged, and it stung like it had been burned. But his humiliation wasn’t over. Not just yet. Once again, for the second night in a row, his mother had him lying over a thick adult diaper. After she had spread a generous amount of baby powder, she sealed him on his fluffy prison. There was nothing said between them. No goodnight or acknowledgment of how bizarre the situation was. She turned off the light and left the room, leaving Ian alone in his shame. The next week proved another disappointment for Ian. Not only did he not get a single job offer, but his bedwetting was getting out of control. He was waking up wet every morning, and his mother was sure he knew just what a loser he was. Spankings were getting harder by the day, and Ian couldn’t see a way out of his situation. The stress of it all was proving so hard on him, that he was beginning to have accidents even during the day. So far, nothing too noticeable. He was able to clean the evidence fast enough to avoid Elena’s watchful glare. But it was taking a toll on him, eating more than before, not excising enough, he was getting chubbier than he had ever been. All of it, everything his mother said and did, and his lack of luck in life, was leaving Ian with a sense of dread that nothing could stop. He felt unlovable and alone, and his thoughts were getting darker with every spank and diapering. Perhaps he was nothing more than a big loser baby with nothing to offer. Amelia just finished another intense session at the gym. She loved it, but she couldn’t quite enjoy it when men would try to flirt with her over and over as if she had nothing better to do with her time than listening to them. It was disrespectful, and a waste of time, as she wasn’t interested in any of them. She sighed, entering the shower, feeling the warm water washing away the stress of a long week, and wondering if ever her life would be anything different than what it was. In his room, Ian wondered whether he should visit a doctor. His bedwetting was already out of control, but not making it to the toilet during the day was something he wasn't ready to accept just yet. "Ian!" Elena shouted, "Where are you?!" Her voice shattered his thoughts, and Ian scurried out of his room like a scolded child. "Yes?" he answered timidly, already knowing what was coming next. He reached his mother's room, where she sat over an armchair as if it were her throne. "It's bedtime. You know what means?” she asked. Ian nodded. "Go on then. I don't have all night." Unwillingly, he removed his pants to reveal his smooth bottoms and a little prick. Without the need of a command, he walked towards his mother with his pants around his ankles and laid over her lap, knowing that soon enough, she would be spanking his bare ass. And so she did. After ten unbearable minutes of pain, Ian's shame continued with the nightly diapering and horrible words from her tyrant mother. He was glad when it was over and he was hoping he could retrieve into his room. But his mother had other plans for him. "Where do you think you're going?" "To sleep?" "Come with me," she said, leaving her room. Without his pants, and only with a t-shirt that barely covered his padding, Ian followed her. She led him back to the kitchen, where she waited until he showed up. To be fair to him, the thick padding made walking more than a few steps a difficulty. "Take the trash out," she said sternly, handing him a garbage bag full of used diapers, “You better get used to that smell, too.” The smell was overwhelming, but Ian didn't dare complain. How could he when it was his own fault? He turned away to go find his pants, but she stopped him, "And where are you going now?" "For my pants." "I didn't say you could wear your pants." "But people will see me." "Then do it fast." He took the bag and went outside, dreading it more and more with each step. The cool night air brushed against his face, carrying the scent of freshly cut grass and damp earth. It was only fifteen steps to the trash cans, and he walked them as masterfully as possible in his condition, but when he rushed back to his mother's house, his jaw dropped. "Oh fuck," he said to himself, trying to open the door. It was locked. His thin t-shirt did little to stave off the cold or cover his diaper, which had begun to feel warm around his crotch. He looked down just to find he had wet himself in his desperation. The neighborhood was dark, and the porch light did little to cut through the gloom. No one in sight. But just as he was considering his options, a bright light from the neighbor’s house across the way flickered on, and a shadowy figure stepped out into the light. "Howdy there," a gentle voice called on him. Ian turned. A blonde woman was standing in the light of her porch, a curious expression on her beautiful face. She couldn't have been older than thirty, but she carried herself with a grace and confidence that made her seem much older. Ian couldn't help but stare at her, his eyes drawn to her full lips and the curve of her breasts beneath her shirt. "I'm Amelia," she said, stepping closer to him. "And you are?" Ian's jaw dropped. Speechless and ashamed, he felt the contents of his bladder being released into his thick padding as the beautiful woman observed him with a watchful gaze. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Hi guys! You can read the full story of Ian and Amelia right now on Amazon Kindle: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0DLG8G9N1 7
kirababy Posted October 31, 2024 Posted October 31, 2024 What an interesting lil predicament, he just found himself in.
parkintochter Posted November 2, 2024 Posted November 2, 2024 interesting story. But I checked out the amazon link. Sorry to say this, but 7$ is wayyy too expensive for a 46 pages story.
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