Dates Or Diapers?

by: Jsmith | Story In Progress | Last updated Feb 12, 2007


Ever since 3rd grade weve played house with katherine, michelle, and micaila. what happens when pretend becomes real.


Chapter 1
Time for a change (i didnt mean diaper change!)


Chapter Description: in the backroom of catherines fathers store where noone knows what happens.


It was a great day, sunny, warm, great on the cape coast. Tyler, Quinn, and Derek. All boys of about 14 years old although Quinn younger bya couple months than the rest. "hehe remember when we played house with katherine and her friends?" "haha ya" "o yea goodtimes" . We were on the way to katherines dads store. We being me, derek, and tyler. See each we were all really tight and have been since like the 1st grade. And each of us was dating one of the girls. Me and Katherine, tyler and michelle and derek and micaila. we’d all been going out for at least a 6 months now. and needless to say as freshman it was getting pretty serious. We’d all jsut had a big fight and were invited to katehrines dads store to play some kinda game. It was kinda a silly fight. we were fighting that the boys didnt spend enough time with each other and the girls didnt either. but that was over and we thought this would be the first time to make up for it. so we went in the store and saw kahterine motioning towards the back room. we walked back and entered. they were alll sitting down at a round table. and said " ok boys, we know you were being childish and can accept that. " they said as they all put rags in front ot there faces. "but thats ok, because you are children." all the sudden the room filled with some kinda of odd smelling gas. and i was really tired. i looked over to see tyler and derek already sleeping. we woke up ina row of each other all in different color booster seats, naked... " finally hes up" ssaid michelle. "ya seriously" we can get this started said katherine. she said as she pulled a lever and my seat was hoisted onto the conveyor belt. i still had the cloth in my mouth and screamed a little muffled. " aww to bad baby." the machine started and i was first sent down the belt water sprayed and i was quickly dried. the seat was opened as a i desperatly sprang for the entrance. i was stopped by a metal hand.it grabbed my ankle and pulled me down, three other shot out and grabed my legs and other arm. i looked up to see three baskets one with what appeared to be underwear, another with pullups? maybe training pants, and thenlast one clear as day, diapers.a 5th hand grabbed a disposable diaper and brought it down i was powerdered and when it settled. i thought to myself im 14 years old and not going ot wear a diaper, i broke free of several of the hands only to see more come down, and grab me , i was set down and lifted as it was sliid under my warm butt, quickly one side was taped, i struggled aklmost free, then the other. i was strapped onto the table and the gag was remnoved. a tiny microphone came down, i screamed "WHAT THE FUKK IS THIS" i heard some snickling "naughty baby katherin said." more snickers. i went to say something but i ofund that all that came out was "gabalaa goo?" i could no longer scream and had a childs voice. i was last brought and injected witha tiny vial. slowly everything blurred and got bigger. i came out through the whole at the end and there i was i looked at myyself a former freeshman now a baby in diapers. "awwwww hes so cuteee" michelle and micaila both said as katherin picked me up. "yes girls but hes mine." those ones are yours she said motioning to derek and tyler now mortified. i was still tired from the process. so i didnt cry as i watched in mortifying agony as my friends endured the samse fate only they were toddlers and wearing just pullups. i was still in katherines arms as a i passsed out from groginess.

As i awoke i looked into the eyes of my compadres both sullen. we couldnt speak but we all understood wat was happening, we’d been bad and now were stuck here, how long we didnt know and didnt want to. katherine came up to me still looking hot as ever but this time not as my girlfriend but my babysitter. come. come babies, time to eat, we were all lifteed by assorted mommies. i was held tigtly to her breast as she poked the bottle into my mouth and said be a good baby. "noo " i said. "hey, dont be fussy with me" she said as she lightly squeezed the formula into my mouth, my body craved the sweet juice. and had no choice but to suckle down the entire bottle. i was set back down and she said now we wait. the question was ... wait for wat? i felt something , and immediatly i knew. and i knew that she knew that i knew. i had to go. "good baby right in ur dydums." i held it for about 5 minutes until she got tired of waiting she smiled reached down and gave my stomach a squeeze. iw as about to explode. she then tickled my tummy. i let go as a grunterd and pushed for what seemed like minutes. finally i was done and had dropped a huge load into my pants. i sat back and let it squeeze warmly betweent my buttocks. i thought back to what i had done and realized i had actually just sit here and filled my pants. she smiled" good baby" i bgan to bawl. "its ok" babies are expected to make doodie in there dydees." she carried me over to the table and sat me down, by the smell of the diaper pail i could tell my friends had already made a visit and indeed dropped a load in there pullups to. this was some sick joke to the girls as they giggled and changed me watching me and recieving preverted joy. finally a new thicker "dydee" as they called it was taped on this one clear on the sides and obviously noticably twice as white and padded in the back. iw as placed back into the playpen with my friends. and i began to cry but in the middle of my tantrum, a baabaa was stuck in my mouth, as i looked up at a smiling katherine, i knew we’d be playing house for a while

2nd story i think its an imporvement byut tell me what you think!

 


 

End Chapter 1

Dates Or Diapers?

by: Jsmith | Story In Progress | Last updated Feb 12, 2007

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