Diapered In School
DIAPERED IN SCHOOL
I was 12, in 6th grade. I started farting randomly, and it smelled because I wasn't using the bathroom regularly. Sometimes poop would show up in my underwear. I didn't think it was that big of a deal.
My mom would call me over and say, "whenever this happens, tell me, and I will wash it for you. Now I have to throw your underwear away. Everything gets contaminated."
For the fifth time, it happened, so I decided to tell my mom. She got angry this time. So, she went to her room and came down with Pampers diapers.
"From now on until you are done with middle school, you will have to wear diapers since you always have these accidents". I didn't say anything and listened. Maybe it will be fun.
The next day was school. No one would find out so I was fine. Until I had to use the bathroom. So I walked into the boys bathroom and used the urinal. Someone saw something peaking out of my shorts! "Is that a... diaper?" he snorted with laughter. "No" I replied. That was the end of that, right? Wrong.
When I came home, my mom didn't smell anything, so she decided the punishment was being effective. She called the school, and told them that I was wearing diapers, so I wasn't allowed to go to the bathroom. The administrator assigned me an aid who would change my diaper. Boy, was this humiliating. But none of my friends knew.
So, in 2nd period, I suddenly had to pee. Knowing I couldn't use the bathroom, I just tried to hold it. You see, when you are older, and HAVE been potty-trained, it is hard to pee or poop in your pants.
Then, my aid saw me looking uncomfortable. She said, "Don't worry. Just pee in your diaper." Everyone around me was shocked. Next, they burst with laughter. I whispered to my aid, "It's hard to let it out."
She picked me up and brought me to the back of the room. She laid a carpet on the floor. "Strip" she said. So I stripped down to my diaper. "Lay down on here". I laid down, shaking. She put on the gloves and reached for my diaper.
She opened it, so I could pee. She sat me up and let me hold it out. People started taking pictures, but the adults did nothing. I deserved this. So, I peed, and peed, and got humiliated. But eventually the bell rang. Word spread around the school.
Later that day, lunch time came. Obviously my friends wouldn't sit with me, so I sat alone, with everyone staring. I had a regular lunch, if I could ignore the laughter and stares and pictures.
The next period, I obviously had to poop. So I had an accident. The people, including my teacher and aid, smelled it. The aid put her gloves on again and checked my back. "It looks like Sam had an accident."
She took me to the back of the room by my hand and took my clothes off. I laid down because I knew the protocol. She took my diaper off and used wet toilet paper to clean my buttocks and front. She then walked to the front of the classroom to dispose of my diaper.
Out of her bag, my aid took out a fresh diaper, added some baby powder, and strapped me onto the diaper. She patted the back of my diaper two times, and put my clothes on.
At last, I started to sob. She took out a pacifier and put it in my mouth. "Go back to your seat." We continued English class. The teacher was teaching us appositives. Every now and then, students would start staring. I had always been a smart student, but the teachers stopped calling on me.
The rest of my classes, I didn't have any "accidents." It was finally time for dismissal. I walked by myself to the bus, and someone in a different grade sat with me. I waited and waited. Yes! My stop was finally here. I got off and came running in to avoid pictures.
This time my mom reached down to smell my back and took in the smell. She smiled. "You continue to stay in diapers, and I will give you a fresh Goodnite diaper at bed time". I nodded and ran up to my room. I opened my door and what I saw dropped my jaw.
My bed sheets had been changed to a big teddy bear face blanket. I opened my wardrobe and instead of underwear there were diapers. Lots of bibs were added to new shirts that said 'baby boy.' All the outlets had baby protective things on them, and my electronics were gone. Mom had turned my room into a nursery!
I quickly headed to the bathroom. I locked the door and could finally sit on the toilet like a normal person. I pulled down my pants and diaper, and sat down. It felt good. I then did my homework. Dinner was silent. I got changed by my mom later, and went to sleep.
The process continued for the rest of the year. I come in and the kids would hold their noses since I smelled.
I pee; my aid would stick her finger between my legs and feel the wetness. I poop; my aid, her name was Miss Sharella, changed my diaper.
At lunch, Sharella started putting a bib on me. My butt muscles started to get weaker and my bladder went out more easily.
Over the summer, my relationships with EVERYONE were destroyed. Family and friends. I wasn't allowed to use any of the toilets but they weren't locked, so I got away with using them when no one was home.
In September, 7th grade had started. I was able to make a good first impression because my aid was gone, although I still wore diapers. In the beginning of the year, I used the stalls (I was smart this time) like a normal person.
Slowly, my friends came back to me because they knew it was my mom making me do it. But then, in December, I realized why the school had done this. My former teachers had complained that their classroom always smelled and I was gathering too much attention.
Therefore, the new plan. The principal told me in the office, was "You must raise your hand and say, 'I have to go potty' or 'I have to go pee-pee'. The teacher will then let you go to the nurse. We have ordered a baby changing station just for you.
The nurse will change your diaper, and then you will go back to class. You are NOT allowed to use the bathroom. If anyone sees you in the bathroom they will report it, and you will be spanked."
That year, not wanting to be spanked, I followed everything. Sometimes I cried, but I would just get a pacifier. If I tried to move away, they would squeeze me into a baby seat.
My last year as a diapered boy was the worst. They added a diaper-changing class so people, in case of emergency, could change a baby's diaper. Of course, I was enrolled in that class.
Because there had to be a person for every class and every grade for both semesters, students were chosen. Two boys and two girls were chosen for each grade. I was with 3 other people for 8th Grade. One other boy, and two girls. They were all diapered for the first semester.
The second semester I was let go, but I still followed the protocol started in 7th grade. However, by this time I could go poo-poo in my diaper more easily.
So, as the people in Diaper Changing started to get better, the STUDENTS would check my diaper, tell the teacher, and I would be sent for a diaper change.
The diaper changing class went like this: The teacher would demonstrate how to change the diaper. Sometimes I wouldn't have to be the baby!
You first need to check their back by pulling their diaper outwards. Check for a dirty diaper by looking for poop and pee. Then, put your finger between their legs to feel if it is wet. If it is wet, they peed. Feel around their anus to see if it still getting wet. This means they are still peeing.
If not, set them down, and take their clothes off. Open their diaper and look at their front. Use cloth to wipe their front, then turn them around. Wipe their butt, and make sure to go very inwards into their butt hole. Then take their dirty diaper off.
Put some baby powder, and strap on the clean diaper. She did this. She pulled my diaper up tightly. Finally, pat the back of the diaper two times. Last, put new clothes on the baby.
My other classes for the rest of the year were fine. The year eventually ended, and I was back in underwear. My room, clothes, and life were normal again.
Written By: Sam
Age: 15