Being Forced To Wear Diapers
BEING FORCED TO WEAR DIAPERS
Hello, my name is Jun and I'm 15. However, this story takes place when I had just turned 13.
When I was 13, I had accidentally wet my bed one night in the middle of September. I didn't think much of it, and I didn't think my mother would either. Rather than doing the smart thing and trying to hide it, I told my mother that I had wet my bed.
There was no punishment at first. But she said if I ever wet my bed again she'd treat me like a baby. A set bed time, room changes, diapers, and such. That was worrisome, but the next night brought no wet bed, and neither did any other for probably 3 or so months. Thus, I thought that I had dodged a bullet, and I believed she'd entirely forgotten.
However, in late November that same year, I must've ate too much and had too much to drink before bed. The next morning I awoke to yellow tinted sheets and pajama pants turned brown - it happened again! I was so scared, as I couldn't tell her.
She wasn't home, and I thought I could cover up the accident. Her work shift ended early and she came home catching me red handed. My mother didn't say anything to me, but she shook her head disappointedly.
She arranged for me to stay up at my grandparents house for a few days, which I was confused about at the time. In hindsight, I should've known my mom wouldn't forget something like that. When I came home less than a week later, my room was entirely different.
My bed was replaced with a large crib, my dresser was replaced with a much larger than average changing table, and my bookshelf was taken out of my room for room to play with multiple old baby toys. A crate was at the base of the crib, filled to the rim with packs of thick diapers and baby wipes, alongside some baby powder.
I was feeling so many mixed emotions. Not necessarily anger, but sadness and confusion for sure. A calendar was hung on the wall. She said that if I could go to the end of the year without wetting or messing the bed, I would be able to go back to my old room setup. But every time I wet or messed a diaper in bed, 2 months were added to the total.
I was told to take off my clothes and get on the changing table. Once I did, she closed a diaper around my waist. It was longer than expected, going down just above the middle of my thighs.
It was odd to be a big baby. I didn't need diapers at all! I tried to argue, but she said if I complained another two months would be added until I didn't need to wear diapers anymore.
I had to go to the bathroom so I begged to leave my room to go. My mother giggled and replied "You have a diaper on, just go in that!" My face turned beet red. I tried to hold it in, but only a few minutes passed until I finally let loose emptying my bladder.
The warm wetness felt odd, and I asked if I could be changed, but she laughed again. "Diapers are expensive - you get two per day, and the day's just begun" she said.
After that day each one became a bit easier. I got more accustomed over the rest of the month. But with that also came bedwetting and messing. It became almost a nightly thing. So she gave up on counting. I was now to wear diapers until I moved out, which now, I'm pretty fine with.
I expected it to be just a phase, and that I'd outgrow it. But here I am, typing my story in a diaper. I don't know about the future, but I enjoy being a big baby for now. The set bed time isn't the best. But I'm willing to make that sacrifice. Thanks for reading!
Written By: Jun
Age: 15