A Horrifying Punishment
A HORRIFYING PUNISHMENT
It was the last day of school and I was happy. Everything was behind me. I was walking home, but I suddenly had to pee really bad. I ran home as fast as I could. I was almost in the bathroom when I heard my mom yelling.
"I just got your report card young man, and I am very disappointed in you! How could you get a D in math??"
I was so nervous I lost control of my bladder. I peed my pants right in front of my mom! A teenager who just wet his pants! My mom noticed the obvious wet spot on my pants, stopped yelling, an said in a calm but stern tone "come with me."
I had no idea what she was doing, she led me upstairs to my room, handcuffed me to the bed, and said "well, obviously my baby needs to be taught a lesson. that's right honey, you're going to be a baby again. Babies wet their pants, so they wear diapers. You wet your pants, so you will wear diapers."
I was horrified. She went downstairs, and came back with a pack of Pampers. She pulled down my soaked pants and boxers, and put the diaper on me. I begged her to be reasonable, but she just said:
"My my, things are definitely going to change around here. For starters, babies don't talk so if it's not baby talk, I don't want to hear it. This punishment can get a lot worse. Second, you will use the diaper for what it's meant for. Third, I will treat you like a baby no matter what. That means diaper changes anywhere, anytime. understood?!"
I just laid there jaw-dropped, so my mom took that opportunity to stick a pacifier in my mouth. Still handcuffed, I couldn't move my arms. My mom then tucked me in and kissed me good night. She came in later with a warm bottle of milk.
She told me to drink it all down. When I did, she said "good boy. Now that I think of it, this may be harsh, so I'll make you a deal: if you can go the whole night in a dry diapy, I'll end it in the morning. nighty-night." I cried myself to sleep that night.
I woke up the next morning groggy, and realized I was still handcuffed to the bed. I rolled over to look, and something felt odd, and it stank too. I realized that I had now wet and pooped myself. My god, there was some laxative in the milk! She set this up! Mom soon came in and I was crying.
"What's the matter sweetie?" she said in a baby voice "you must've made a bad stinky last night you poor baby." She pulled back the blankets and noticed that the diaper was swollen. "Well, looks like my baby now has diapies for a long time. Now let's get wid of dat pooopie."
She undid the diaper tapes, removed it, and wiped me down. She quickly put a new diaper on me, and un-handcuffed me. She led me downstairs, sat me down in a highchair and fed me baby food. It was nasty.
I said "can I please go to the bathroom now?" she replied "WHAT DID I SAY! baby talk dear." "Mommy, me go bafwoom now?"
"that's why you're in a diaper."
I was terrified, but I peed in my diaper. Mom said "now what do you say?" "mommy, I pee-peed" "better. You poor baby, let's get that wet diaper off you." She changed me again.
Later that day, she took me to Wal-mart to get more supplies. She put me in a stroller, wearing only my diaper for the world to see. I was so embarrassed that I wet myself. She noticed, and changed me right there. My pleas of embarrassment fell on deaf ears.
Also it turns out that there was some camp that taught diaper discipline. My mom got the brochure at Wal-mart and signed me up. I was sent there with just my shirt and my diaper. Oh my god, I'm now admitting that it's MY diaper now.
All the councilors I noticed were girls. One of them took me out to the front yard, and asked for my name. I told her, and then she shoved body in my face, and asked what I smelled. I said "nothing" she said "that's right, and that's because all us girls are clean, and all you boys are messy. That's why you're in diapers. Because you're a messy boy!"
She took me into the camp building, and I noticed all the other diapered teens. They were so pathetic, acting like babies. They were drooling, tumbling, crying, etc. The girls fed them and changed them. Even bathed them in the bathing room.
The girl I'd met earlier led me to a nurse's office, where they gave me shots all over, warning that they might become permanent. I begged not to do this, but once again, it wasn't heard. The girls put be to bed in a giant crib that had a top on it. they locked me in for the night, and gave me a bottle. Once again, there were laxatives.
The next morning, they unlocked us and carried us over to the changing tables to be changed. I tried to tell my girl that I fine walking, but it was all gibberish! I could no longer talk, walk, or hold back my drool!
Eight weeks of that was hell.
When I got back, I was a total baby again, and just accepted everything my mother did to me. My only way of protesting was crying, since I couldn't talk. I sat there as my mom said "aawww, widdle baby made a big poopy today" "wwaaaahh, pwiis thtuuup thiiiis. waaaah. I no went dypies nu mur. waaaaahh!"
My mom grew tired of this, tried to re-potty train me but had no luck. I was a total baby, with only a spark of teenage years left.
To this day, I am still at home, still diapered. I am now incontinent and 23. As I write this, I now realize I am sitting in a very dirty diaper. "waaaah! MOMMMYYYY!"
Written By: John