My Diaper Days Part 1
MY DIAPER DAYS PART 1
"Nathan, get you butt in here!" My mom called. I cringed. I hadn't gotten good grades lately. An F was enough for my dad, but Mom was a whole other story.
I slowly trotted up the stairs, scared for my life. Mom stood in the doorway of my room, leaning against the wall.
"I just got a call from your teacher," she said.
"Why are you calling people names?"
Names? Pfft, that wasn't the worst I'd done. But
still, I went along with it. "Well they were calling me a baby."
Mom's face flushed with red as her anger showed. "Maybe you are one." She huffed, and stormed down the stairs, dragging me behind her. She hauled me to the garage were a weird looking machine lay. I tried to pull away from her but she kept a firm grip.
Mom led me to a large metal table. Black restraints were scattered across the surface. Without a word Mom laid me on the table and strapped me down, peeling my clothes off as she did so.
"Mom, what are you doing?" I cried, squirming and
struggling to no avail. Mom put a finger over my mouth and said, "Shhh." Then she pulled out a pacifier from her pocket and popped it in my mouth. She tied it around my head so I couldn't spit it out. She tore off my underwear and pushed the table. I realized it had wheels on the bottom. Fantastic.
She shoved the table into a metal box and shut the door. I was completely alone here, naked and scared. My mom was crazy! I was fourteen years old, I didn't need this!
Suddenly a loud ringing sound filled my ears, a squeaky, soothing voice piped up through some sort of sound system. "Look at the cute baby! Ooh, look at him!" It said. A mechanical hand dropped from the ceiling. It lowered to my stomach, where it wiggled it's fingers all around. I couldn't laugh: the pacifier was still in. I wanted to kick it, but it didn't work.
The hand was retracted, and I heard a steady crinkling noise. Looking up, I saw it was a pair of mechanical hands preparing a large white thing. Was it...no. It was a diaper.
I started struggling all over the place. Finally the restraints broke, but two hands came down and pinned me to the table. I tried to scream, but it didn't happen.
My legs were lifted up as the soft, plush diaper was scooted under me. A scary sensation was spreading all through my diaper parts as I realized that baby oil was being rubbed on me, followed by a huge pile of baby powder.
I started to cry. I was a fourteen year old boy, not a toddler! The diaper was pulled up my legs and taped on my butt. It was tight, really tight. A voice (the squeaky one) was constantly shushing me, but I didn't care.
The diaper was tight and it was pushed up against me. Another diaper was slid on me, in case 1 layer not held. The mechanical hands put me in a onsie, smashing the diapers up against my butt.
The table was rolled into the garage where I was let free...for a minute. My mom came in and smiled. She picked me up and set me in a highchair.
My diaper days were only beginning.
Written By: Alexa