Growing Down

Chapter 1
Whole story.

As I awoke the next morning I was still extremely tired but

noticed something different about my living conditions.

They were wet. Ahhh, before I get into this let me tell you

who I am. I’m James Smur, Jimmy for short. I am 14

years old and I am in 9th grade. I am really nervous

around girl and haven’t really developed yet. I am pretty

small for my age but I am not really unpopular. I don’t get

bullied or anything. Now onto why I’m where I am now. As I

awoke I looked down to find stickiness around the sheets

and around my pajama area. I hadn’t wet the bed. Had I?

No this was different. As I got out of bed quickly I ran to

the bathroom cleaned myself up, and took my sheets to

the basement. I realized this probably wouldn’t role over

with my strict mother. She’s been acting pretty harsh lately,

could just be because I’m giving her a hard time though. I

went to school with crazy ideas of what this experience

could’ve been but couldn’t figure it out. I was sensitive

around friends so I didn’t ask them. When I got home I

looked it up and found something called a wet dream. I

quickly decided that’s what it must’ve been. I was just

about going through puberty so I suppose this was

expected now.... I don’t know who knows. So, I went

downstairs to check on my sheets and as I walked into the

laundry room, there she was, my mother. Holding the very

same sheets that I had put in the wash last night. “Jimmy

why are these in the wash? She asked with an aggravated

tone. “They were wet” I said simply. She asked once again

“why?” and I really didn’t want to tell her that it was

puberty, my mother has separation issues. But.... I went on

and did it anyway. Bad idea... she freaked out and began

yelling at me about I don’t even know. I quickly retaliated

as I went upstairs and slammed the door to my room. I

had a lot of homework to do but I was exhausted so I

figured I’d just do it in the morning. I hit the sheet less

bed, fibers scratching my temperate skin. I Fell into a deep

sleep dreaming about who knows what. Low and behold, I

woke up the next morning in the same predicament. Yet

my entire mattress was soaked. After cleaning myself up

again, I scrubbed down the bed and brought the blanket I

had used to the laundry room. She was there, waiting, as if

she knew. This time smiling she took my sheets calmly

and threw them in the wash. “We need to talk, how bout

when you get home?” she said. I was already late enough

so I just agreed and went on my way to school. School

sucked as usual. I suppose its still a substitute to being

home. As I returned home she was on the chair when I

walked in, we sat down and began “so I saw that u quote

unquote wet the bed last night....” “Mom its not my fault I

cant control that kind of thing.” “You cant control it?” she

said getting more angry. “You can’t control it?!, well we will

just have to fix that. She clapped her hands twice. Two

extremely large men came out of the kitchen and she

pointed in my direction, they approached me and grabbed

my arms. “What are you doing mom?” I said nervously.

“Taking care of this problem.” She opened the closet, and

pulled out a white packet. I couldn’t see it clearly, but when

I did, I saw. It was a diaper. She opened it and I pleaded “

please mom no, ill be good, please, it wont happen again”

“I’m sorry Jimmy I cant take that chance” she said as she

took my pants and shirt off. The men flipped me as she

powdered me completely. And strapped the diaper on. First

tab, second tab. It was on; I was trapped, in a diaper, like

baby. Now to go over the rules, my small friend. The

bathroom is off limits and will be locked at all times. If you

leave your diaper or take it off I will know and you will be

swiftly punished. She said all this as she put rings and

rings of duct tape around the top of the diaper completely

fastening it on. There was no escape. “Alright thanks

boys.” She said as the men left. “Ahhhh coworkers, they

can be a big help.” “Now jimmy, you will be taking a leave

from school and you will stay home, and do nothing. You

will not fight back against me or I will call my friends who

are a short 3 minutes away.” I agreed. I don’t know what I

could do, I was stuck. I walked upstairs. And sat in the hall

looking at the padlocks on the bathroom. I really had to

go.

She came upstairs and waited with me for awhile as we

talked. I asked her many a time if I could please just pee.

She was stern and kept saying no. I was almost crying, it

was torture, I had to. Not seeing her, she snuck up behind

me and sat on top of me, laughing with joy as she tickled

me I felt a sudden lapse of control and let the floodgates

open, gallons of pee cascaded into my locked diaper, it

didn’t leak, but it sagged greatly. “Awwww did baby make a

mess?” I began to cry. I couldn’t handle this. “And now

you’re crying, jeese you really needed this didn’t you. I will

change you when the mess is big for now you can bask in

it. And I did. I fell asleep in my already sodden diaper, as

I awoke in the night I had to pee again, I saw no use and

just let it go I could feel the warm pee rush over me and

leak to the back I whimpered and sobbed, but to no a

may. When I awoke she was already up, I waddled with my

full diaper downstairs. We said our good morning and she

insisted I sit in a high chair as she fed me. It wasn’t baby

food but it was good. About halfway through I doubled over

in unbearable pain. Fell out of the chair. And felt a warm

squishy stinky mess push itself into my diaper loading it so

fully. But the diaper held. And let me tell you, when I take

a crap, I take a crap, after that I thought it was over as

another thick log smashed itself in cramming the rest into

the front of the diaper. There was almost no smell.

Because of the sheer thickness of the diaper. I began to

bawl. This is when my mother finally stepped in. I was so

small, she had no problem carrying me, her stinky little 9th

grader to her bedroom to change me. She coddled and

cooed as she wiped the mess up and threw the abused

diaper into the pail. Were going to use a thicker diaper this

time because of what happened last time. I whimpered as

the thickest diaper I had ever seen was taped onto my butt

and I was rolled over. This basically continued like this for

2 days until I realized. Or rather felt. That I was become

smaller? And low and behold I was. I measured myself up

until one day I was only 2 feet tall, maybe no less than 50

pounds. This is when she revealed her true plan. Well, see

Jimmy, your growing up to fast for me, so I’ve been

slipping A Reversal pill of HGH into all of you food (h.g.h=

human growth hormone.) It’ll be easier for all of us. You

don’t have to worry about anything, school, friends, going

to the bathroom she giggled. And I get a nice tax right off,

my stinky baby back. And don’t need to worry about you

anymore because you’re with me forever, irreversible. I

WAILED. I was losing the battle. Losing my life. The next

day I woke to be no more than 20 pounds 1 year old. My

room d?cor had changed to all baby stuff and she came in

cooing. She picked me up and lifted me to her breasts I

resisted but she shoved the nipple into my mouth, my

body craved the milk I suckled it as a familiar feeling

greeted the back of my diaper, I fully locked and loaded

into my diaper. As she cooed and whispered into my ear.

“Eat and forget” over and over. And I did, spending the

rest of my years as a baby with no recollection of anything.

Filling my diapers for the mistress and not questioning her.

The end.

By: Jsmith.

 

---