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School let out the other day for the summer break and on my walk home I stopped and bought bag of disposable diapers. I had saved up enough money to buy the diapers and a few other items, but the other items could only be in the trial size due to cost. Getting them home was not a problem because I am what you would call a latchkey kid. When I got home I went to my room and stripped my clothes off and then applied a little baby oil to my diaper area then I taped my diaper on. I know that my mom would not be home before seven o’clock and I had a good four hours before she would be home. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw the white of diaper and how it looked on me, an enjoyable sight.
About an hour after I had put my diaper on I needed to pee. This turned out to be harder than I thought but I knew at some point I would. At first it was just a little dribble, that warning that it can not be held much longer. Then a little more and then some more then the flood gates open, I could feel my warm pee filling the diaper. I was enjoying the feeling when the telephone rang. It almost scared the shit out of me. It was my mom letting me know that she had sent a car to pick me up. The car was because my mom was working late tonight and it would take me to the day care center. I had once before not gone to the day care center after my mom had sent the car, and that night when she got home she hit me on my bare bottom with a belt until I could not cry any more. So I quickly removed the wet diaper and tossed it into the trash can and then I took a quick shower and was dressed by the time the car arrived.
I and two other kids (Sandy and Jack) are the oldest one at this company run day care center. The three of hang out and talk and try to stay away from the day care staff. They had a pizza and soda delivered for our dinner and theirs. It was around nine o’clock when some of the parents came and picked up some of the younger kids, then some more. My mom came at ten twenty to pick me up, I was the last one. Becky one of the staff members stayed with me until she came.
When we got home, I had to take the garbage out to the street for pickup tomorrow morning, and put a garbage bag in the garbage can. Since I had not tested how well the diaper held my pee, and knowing that my mom would be very upset if I wet my bed, I took one of the black plastic trash bags to put under my bottom bed sheet and on top of my mattress. After that I took a diaper and the baby oil and went to the bathroom. I turned the bathroom fan on to cover any noise as I put on my diaper. I did not need to use the toilet but I did flush the toilet just so my mom would not get suspicious. After I brushed my teeth I turned off the fan and light in the bathroom and made a quick dart to my bedroom while saying goodnight to my mom. She was in another room working on the computer and she did even look up.
I got into bed and enjoyed the feel of my diaper both inside and out before falling a sleep. Around three fourteen in the morning I woke with the need to pee. I tried doing in bed but no luck so I got out of bed and to a standing position and then I could pee. I felt the warmth of my pee fill the diaper as it started that the head of my dick and wet warmth worked it’s way down to my balls. When I was done peeing I went back to bed and enjoyed the warm damp feeling of my diaper covering my balls and my dick as I drifted off to sleep.
“Matt, wake up!” My mom shouted.
I looked at my clock to fine it was six o’clock in the morning.
“Why? School is out for the summer.” I said.
“That’s why. You are coming with me, now get up.” My mom stated.
“Do I have to?” I whined.
“Young man get yourself out of that bed now, I have no time for this, your going to make me late.” My mom stated as she started to walk away.
She stopped and turned and came back into my room and then pulled the bed covers down and gave me a smack on the butt to get me moving. The only problem was I had my diaper on and the sound and feel of the smack I knew I was in trouble and my mom knew something was not right.
“Matthew Richard Coon, what are you wearing under your PJs?” My mother asked me as she pulled me to my feet.
“Ah” Was all I could get out before she had pulled down the bottoms of my PJs and exposed my wet diaper.
“Is that a diaper that you have on?” My mom asked.
“WHY are you wearing a diaper, better yet why are you wearing a used diaper?” Asked my mom almost shouting at me as her hand felt the front of my diaper.
I froze, I did not move or speak.
“Answer me right now young man, because you are in a lot of trouble.” My mom demanded.
I did not know what to say but I did stutter out a “yes.”
“You better tell me why you are wearing that diaper right now.” My mom demanded.
“Because … I …I.” I said.
“Can’t think of a lie that I might believe, good because, I want the truth and I want it now from you.” My mom stated.
“I … I … why … think” As my face turned a deeper shade of red from embarrassment and my body shook.
“I don’t have time for this. You go to the bathroom and get cleaned up, then come see me!” My mom stated.
I knew what was to come, a spanking, a bare bottom spanking and most likely with the belt. I went into the bathroom and did what I needed to do. I wanted to take a long shower but I knew that would only make things worse. After my shower I walked to my mother’s bedroom with my bath towel around my hips and my head hung low. On her bed was my bag of diapers and the other items that I bought the other day and a very long T-shirt from the summer camp that I attended last year and the belt.
“Matthew, come in and assume the position.” My mom said in a very calm voice.
I walked in, and dropped the towel and assumed the position for a spanking.
“I was going to spank you, but you would not learn your lesson from that. I know that you are not a bed wetter so the only reason why you would have a bag of diapers is you want to wear them. Well Matthew, I hope when I potty train you the next time, if there is a next time, that the last thing you ever want wear is a diaper. You will be in diapers full time for the next two and a half to three years or longer starting now.” My mom stated very calmly like she knew more than I did.
I held my position knowing that the belt was on the bed and my mom would use it even tho she stated that she was not, but her calm scared me and her guess about my wanting to be diapered was right on..
“Matthew Richard Coon lay down on this bed right now and assume the diapering position now.” My mom said in a calm but stern voice.
I moved over to the bed, and lay down on it and used my hands to cover my penis.
“Now Matthew, how am I going to diaper you if your hands are in the way? You know I have seen you penis before, and I will be seeing it a lot more. Now come on we don’t time for this game.” My mom stated.
I slowly moved my hands away as my mom got one of the diapers out of the bag and opened it up. She then had me lift up so she could slide it under. Then she rubbed some of the baby oil over my balls, penis, and lower stomach. She wiped her hands dry on my bath towel before pull the diaper up between my legs and then taping it shut. She had done it. I was now back in diapers. Next came the T-shirt and my mom said I was done and I should get my socks and shoes. I asked I could wear some shorts too. My mom stated that I did not need shorts since the T-shirt covered my diaper and she wanted to make sure that I did in fact wear and use my diaper.
“But the other kids will find out and and” I was cut off by my mom.
“You wanted this, now you have to live with it.” My mom stated “We have no time for breakfast, and I am late already because of you and your diapers.”
My mom handed me my bag of diapers and the baby oil to take to the car and wait for her, as she would get my socks and shoes.
On the drive to work I put on my socks and shoes and feared what would happen once we got there. It was a very quiet ride as neither one of said a word.
Mom made me carry my bag of diapers into the building. And down the hall to the day care center. Becky and some other staff members were setting up the center for the day. My mom knocked on the door and Becky answered. Becky told my mom that they opened in about ten minutes. My mom said that she needed to talk with them about me. I know Becky saw the bag of diapers that was in my hands. Becky let my mom in and I had to wait in the hallway I could see through the glass my mom and the staff members talking. My mom and one of the staff members came out and my mom said that she would check in at lunchtime.
“Hi, am Sharon.”
“Hi, am Matt.” I said in a shy voice.
“Just a few questions Matt if that is OK with you?” Sharon asked.
“OK first question: What is the medical need for the diapers?”
I took a hard swallow and my mouth turned dry “Didn’t my mom tell you?”
“No, she said that we needed to ask you about it?”
I blushed six shades of red “Its … not … a … medical … problem …its … well … I … got caught.” I said very slowly and very softly.
“Caught doing what?” Sharon asked.
“Caught wearing a …” I said then dropping my voice to that of a whisper “diaper.” I hung my head not to look at Sharon.
“I see, and why were you wearing a diaper?” Sharon asked.
“Please, don’t say it so loud, its embarrassing OK.” I said.
“And why were you wearing a diaper?” Sharon asked again in the same level of voice as the first time.
“It was … well you see … because” I took a deep breath and started over “Because I wanted to try one, OK.”
“OK, I see you have brought them with you why?” Sharon asked.
“Because, my mom made me.” I said.
“So you don’t need them and you thought we could use them then?”
“No.” I said.
“Then why did you bring them?”
“Because, I have to wear them as punishment. Could we do this some place other than the hall way. Please, this is so humiliating.” I begged.
“Just a few more questions.” Sharon said.
“Are you wearing a diaper now?” Sharon asked.
“Yes.” I hung my head low. I wanted the floor to open up and take me.
“Have you wet and/or soiled your diaper.” Sharon asked.
“No, I have not.”
“You will tell me, or Hannah, when you need your diaper changed. If we find out that you needed to be changed and did not tell one of us, we WILL then start checking your diaper in front of the others just like the other kids in diapers. Do you understand me.”
“Yes, Sharon, I do.” I said has her hand felt the front of my diaper through my long T-shirt.
“OK, put this label on your bag of diapers and put it in one of the open cubes in the diaper changing area. Oh, and the label is out so we can see it.” Ordered Sharon.
She handed me the labels with my full name written on them. And she watched as I put them on, and then stated it was ok for me to go in. A father and his daughter came walking down the hallway.
“Hello, Ah do you know where the day care center is?” The man asked.
“It is right here, can I help you?” Said Sharon.
“Oh great!” Said the man “This is my granddaughter Samantha, we call her Sam, she will be with me for the next six months. Her parents are in the military and are stationed over seas on active duty.”
“OK, we will need this form filled.” Said Sharon as she handed the form to the man.
I took my things into the center and found a place to put them, and then went over to side that the older kids hang out on. Today and every other day this summer I would be by myself until afternoon, because the other older kids were in some sports program in the mornings. Becky came around and asked how I was doing. I told her fine. She did try to get me involved in the different games that they played, but I said no.
Samantha came over to me, and sat down near me. She was crying. She feared that her grandpa would not come back for her, I guessed. It was not a hard guess to make since she kept saying, “Grandpa where are you.” Hannah came over and started talking to Samantha. And she started crying harder, like I need to hear cry, I had my own problems. Hannah did get her to calmed down, and the two of them went over to some other girls that were playing tea party and Hannah and Samantha joined in. I was left to ponder my fate.
Around ten o’clock Sharon asked me if I needed to be changed as she felt the front of my diaper like she did earlier this morning. I told her I was still dry. She said that she would be check from time to time. The bad thing was I did not need to pee before Sharon checked, but now I did. So I walked around and focused on other thing and my need to pee went away.
Lunch time, and my mom showed up to have lunch with me and to check with the staff on how my diapers were doing. At my age (twelve) having lunch with your mom is not cool and Sandy and Jack would be arriving soon too. Lunch was quick because my mom had lots of work to do but she did whisper this in my ear. “You bought the diapers, so use them. Now drink your milk.”
“Yes, mom.” I said.
After lunch, I went outside and hung out on one of the swings, just sitting, not swing because I knew my diaper would show. Sandy and Jack showed up along with a few others that were about our age. We hung out on the swings and talked until one of the staff made us move. At that time I stated I need to use the restroom and headed inside to find Sharon because I had wet my diaper. I did find Hannah changing the little kids diapers. She asked if I needed something. My face turned a bright red as I said that I was in need of some attention.
“You are?! Let me finish up here first, then I can take of you, OK Matt.” Hannah said with a calm motherly tone of voice.
OK was my answer.
After Hannah had finished diapering the little boy, she put him back into the crib. She then sprayed disinfect on the changing mat, removed the plastic gloves and placed them in the trash. Then she put on a fresh set of gloves and then took some paper towels and wiped dry the changing mat. Hannah then told to get up on the table and made sure that my bottom of centered on the changing mat. Hannah took the item out of the storage cube with my name on it, and then proceeded to change my diaper. I was embarrassed and I my dick was hard. Hannah was very quick and gentle and did not say a word about my aroused state. She stated that I was done and helped me off the changing area. She then started to clean the area again I asked why, she stated it was the law just like the gloves were too.
What I did not know was that Brad had seen me being diapered. I found out as soon as I joined up with the group.
“You know Matt, this group is for big kids only. No one wearing diapers is allowed!” Brad stated.
“Who said I was wearing a diaper?”
“I saw you getting it changed and I can prove it too.” Said Brad.
“Sandy can lift up Matt’s T-shirt.” Said Brad.
“Why would I lift up his T-shirt, why don’t you do it Brad, or better yet just ask Matt to lift it up and prove you wrong.” Said Sandy.
“Because he is wearing a diaper, if he wasn’t he would had shown us by now.” Brad said full of pride knowing he was right.
“Matt, lift up your T-shirt and show Brad that he is wrong, maybe Brad is the one wearing the diaper.” Stated Jack.
Brad griped my T-shirt and lifted up to expose my diaper “See I told you he was wearing a diaper just like a baby.”
“BRAD” Said Becky as she came over to out group.
“What! I just proved my point that Matt is wearing a DIAPER!” Stated Brad.
Becky said in a tone that stated we were in trouble. “And you might be next Brad.”
“Why it’s baby Matt and his diapers. Trying to be a big kid now?” Brad snipped.
“Brad I just hope that you get a bladder infection too, and your doctor puts you in diapers also, so we can all make fun of you.” Becky said. “Brad you are coming with me to my office now, your mom is waiting for you, to take you to your doctor’s appointment the one you missed going to three time row now.”
“So Matt how long will it take to… you know … to clear up?” Asked Sandy.
“The doctor said a few weeks to a month, but I don’t want to talk about.”
“It must be real bad for him to put you into diapers.” Sandy said. “I know my mom has had a bladder infection and, she was running to the bathroom about every half hour, but I don’t think the doctor said that she should wear a diaper.”
“Like I said, I don’t want to talk about.”
“OK, so the doctor said to wear a diaper, right?” Asked Jack.
“So why are you not wearing any pants?” Jack asked “Or did you wet your pants when you peed in your diaper?”
“NO, I did not wet my pants, we were running late this morning and mom forgot them.”
“Why, does your mommy change your diaper for you?” Jack stated.
I blushed and was so embarrassed by what Jack had just asked
“Yea, like you guys know how to change a diaper any ways.” Sandy said as her eyes rolled. “So what, if is mom changes his diaper’s, its not like she has not seen his dickey before.”
“Dickey?” Jack said almost laughing.
“Dickey, dick, penis, pisser, male equipment, or what ever you call yours, Jack.” Sandy said.
“Hay, guys can we drop it! It’s embarrassing enough I don’t need you talking about it, OK.” I said.
Some of the other kids started calling me ‘diaper boy’ and other called to me ‘Does Matt needs his diaper changed’. Sandy walked over to the kids and said something to them that I could not hear what she said, but the name calling stopped that fast.
Kelly the Kool-Aid lady, as we call her came a round. I said no thanks to the Kool-Aid only to have Sandy hand me two paper cups filled with it.
“You need to drink plenty of fluids Matt. Don’t worry about the other kids once they understand your problem the kidding will stop. Trust me OK.” Sandy said.
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