Buying Diapers

Chapter 9
Buying Diapers 39 -42

Buying Diapers

Chapter 39/40 - It’s all about control.

Lisa took Kenny upstairs and removed his spaghetti-stained onesie.

Looking down she was not surprised to find that he was wet again.

Strangely, the thought of changing his diaper wasn’t disgusting at

all. She even kind of wanted to change him. "Lay down and stay there

Kenny." She commanded the little boy. "I am going to get a wet cloth

and change you for bedtime."

Ken lay there miserably, unable to absorb the multitude of bizarre

and shameful experiences he had been through lately. Here he was,

almost a man, and he was being treated like a baby! And now, somehow

he was about the size of a nine year-old! He felt a murderous rage

toward Lisa and his mom and especially to Randy. ’I really am gonna

KILL that bastard!’ He thought impotently. If only he knew how! He

couldn’t even stop Randy from shoving his cock into his(Ken’s)

mouth!

Physical violence wasn’t possible any more. Everyone seemed so much

stronger than him now. He would have to think of a plan. Meanwhile,

he decided to try another tack with Lisa. Blackmail.

He tried

sitting up to get a better look at her as she came back in his room.

But he couldn’t. He sighed. Of, course! She had told him to stay

laying down. Just like when his mom told him to do something, he

couldn’t disobey.

It wasn’t fair! What did he do to deserve this?! As Lisa approached

his bed with a damp wash cloth and a clean diaper he spoke in as

intimidating voice as he could muster. "That’s enough! Don’t you

dare put me in another diaper. If you try it, I will show the

picture I took of you sucking my dick to the whole school!"

Lisa stopped midstride. Picture? Had he actually taken a picture of

her doing that? Then she remembered the camera. She was trying to

take a picture of him in the GoodNite but the camera wasn’t there!

’Oh my god!’ Knowing Kenny, he would do it too. Still, she didn’t

want to give in to the now small boy, who after all, was in her

care. She had a responsibility to Mrs. Haskins. "How would you like

a spanking mister?!" She asked threateningly.

Ken gulped. He knew he wasn’t strong enough to stop her from doing

it if she wanted to. But he had to play his cards now or he might

never get another chance again to reverse the bizarre events of

late. "I don’t care! Even if you spank me, I will show everyone what

a cock sucking slut you are. Unless...." He looked at her to see if

she was going for it.

Lisa paled. She would have to compromise. "Fine. Give me the picture

and you can change your own diaper!" She snapped.

Ken had no intentions of ever wearing another diaper again. He would

wear GoodNites untill he could figure out how to get Randy and make

him turn Ken back to normal. He would rather wear underwear, but

there was no way he was going to wake up soaked in piss or have some

kids see him piss his pants at school. "No." He countered, "I get to

wear a GoodNite, not a diaper, and I keep the picture to make sure

you don’t start treating me like a baby again." Ken felt he had the

upper hand now and saw by the look on Lisa’s face that she did too.

Lisa’s shoulders sagged. She walked to the closet and pulled out a

GoodNite and tossed it to him on the bed. "Fine. But if you show

that picture to anyone, I will make sure the whole school knows you

poop your diapers while watching Barney videos."

Ken winced at that. He must have been so distracted by the video

that he forgot to use the toilet. He wasn’t sure why the Barney

potty-training video was so fascinating to him. It was so childish.

Yet somehow, he felt it would help him get potty-trai... gain

control of himself, he thought furiously. He only watched it so he

wouldn’t have to wear these stupid Depends adult diapers. Not that

he would wear them anymore anyway. He finally got some control of

his life and he wasn’t going to give it up. He would figure out how

to deal with his mom next and then he would GET Randy. Somehow.

He reached over and pulled open the GoodNite and was dismayed to

realize he was putting it on voluntarily. He didn’t want to, but he

knew there was no chance he would wake up dry tomorrow. Which

reminded him. "And I get to stay up until my mom gets home. No more

early bedtimes." He demanded.

Lisa nodded dumbly. Sahe knew he had her. She watched as the boy

reached for the tape tabs and pulled clumsily. Strangely, he seemed

to miss the tapes and came away empty handed.

Ken was struggling to remove the ’adult brief’ (He refused to think

of it as a diaper anymore), but couldn’t seem to grasp the tabs. He

tried again, this time more slowly and carefully. He grabbed at one

of the tapes and began to pull. But amazingly, the tape slid through

his grasp as if he didn’t have the finger strength to pull it open.

Ken was starting to worry. He looked up at the now smirking fat girl

standing over him. He looked down, not wanting to meet her eyes and

tried again. And again. But it was no use. He just couldn’t do it.

His hands were now shaking with fear and frustration. ’Why can’t I

do this? It’s so simple. Just grab the sides and pull!’ He commanded

himself. His face turned red with embarrassment as he started

tearing at the ’brief’ with his fingernails. He felt as if he were

trapped!

Lisa watched amusedly at Kenny’s futile attempts to remove his

diaper. ’Just like a baby’, she thought. ’He can’t even take off his

diaper!’ But then, what baby could? "Do you need some help?" She

couldn’t keep the laughter out of her voice as she said it.

"NO! I can do it myself!" Ken shot back at her, redoubling his

efforts to remove his plastic prison. He was getting desperate. Why

won’t this thing come off? It felt as if it were super-glued on! So

far, he had only managed to put his fingernails through the plastic

backing and now urine was seeping out.

Lisa bent over the frantic boy. "Here." She easily pulled back the

tapes and pulled the front of the diaper down and quickly wiped the

front of his crotch and his diminutive ’equipment’. Then she slid

the diaper out from under him and held it up to her face and

breathed in deeply. The aroma of his wet diaper made her slightly

dizzy with pleasure. But it wasn’t that near orgasmic feeling she

got when she changed his last, soiled diaper.

Ken watched Lisa in amazement anmd disgust as she brought the hated

garment to her nose and inhaled deeply. ’What the hell is going on

here?’ He wondered. He lay there mutely watching her untill he felt

something warm and wet splash on his chest and belly. "Shit!" He

quickly covered his dick with the Pull-Up in his hand and willed

himself to stop. He squeezed with all his might, grunting and turning

redder and redder in the face as he tried to stop the stream.

Several seconds later the stream of urine dwindled and came to a

stop. Not, he realized, because he had stopped the flow, but because

he was empty. He had just pissed himself again.

Sobbing now, he tried to regain his compsure. "G- Get me another

GoodNite."

Lisa looked up from the diaper in her hands in time to see the

stream splash over his chest and to see him cover up with the

Pull-Up. She giggled as she watched him strain to stop the flow. "I

really think you should wear a diaper."

"Get me a Goddamn GoodNite!" Ken snarled. "Unless you want the whole

school to know you are a cock sucking slut! What do you think Dennis

will say to that? And what about Randy?" While he had not actually

noticed them having sex, Ken had seen the look of adoration in her

eyes as she looked at Randy. The way she fed him first and giggled

at his stupid jokes. Obviously, she had a crush on him, though why

she liked a fourteen year-old geek, sissy-boy was beyond him. Not

that anyone would be hot for Ken any time soon. Unless he could get

this curse removed.

At the mention of Randy finding out, Lisa’s eyes widened. He

wouldn’t dare! Would he! If Randy found out, he might leave her! She

hurried over to the closet and returned with another GoodNite and

tossed it to him.

Ken quickly pulled it on and tried again to get up. Damn! She hadn’t

told him he could get up from the bed. How could he do this without

letting her know he had to do whatever she said, while she was

babysitting him? If she found out, all his control over the

situation would vanish. Aha!

"Now can I get up and go downstairs, or do you want me to start

printing out copies of your cock-sucking picture when you leave?" He

asked sarcastically.

"Come on." Lisa said dejectedly. She knew Kenny was holding all the

cards right now. She had to figure a way to get that picture back!

Ken tried getting up again and was surprised how easy it was. He

quickly grabbed his pajamas, so Lisa wouldn’t be looking at him in

his GoodNites and went downstairs.

Ken walked into the kitchen triumphantly and grabbed a snack.

Cookies, ice cream and a bag of microwave popcorn. Returning to the

living room he saw Lisa was turning on the TV. "I want to watch ’The

Sopranos’. It’s a new... His voice trailed off as he realized in

horror what she had turned on. "Nooo.." But it was to late. He

Listened to the opening song he knew so well.

’Let’s all use the potty, the potty, the potty, Let’s all use the

potty like Barney and the big kids do...’

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Dennis sat on the edge of his bed, struggling with himself. ’No, I

can’t. What if someone comes in. I just can’t! Wearing a diaper is

for babies. Only a sicko or a pervert would want to wear one! I

don’t. "I won’t!" He exclaimed aloud.

Even as he thought this his hands were already unconciously

unfolding the Tranquility brand adult diaper, his tiny member

stiffening in expectation. The crinkling sound brought on flashes of

visions. Dennis wearing a diaper. A huge baby Pamper. A soft,

crinkly, comfy diaper. Dennis felt the plastic backing with his

finger tips and began rubbing the soft comfortable padding across

his crotch and couldn’t hold back any longer. He moaned lustfully.

"I’m a Pampers boy. No!" He tried to stiffen his resolve and stop

his perverted behavior. Then something clicked in his head "I am a

faggy little Pampers boy!"

All resistance gone, he shamfully pulled the diaper between his legs

and taped the diaper into place. He got up and pulled the covers

back from his bed. Just then the door to his room creaked open...

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Twenty minutes later, Linda finally understood. Their clients, A

company called Proctor & Gamble, were getting back into the

youth-sized diaper market. When they had sold off their old product

line, they had signed a non-competition agreement that had just

expired. They had made it a condition that BOTH contracts were to be

given to the same advertiser. That meant her company would have to

take this new offer or lose a lot of money. And they would lay off a

lot of people, including her.

She knew the whole company was depending on this deal going through.

But if they got it, they would also get the second contract which

would put their company solidly in the black. With large bonuses for

the people who landed the contracts. Perhaps even promotions.

Still, it bothered her. How could she use her son like that? It

would be terribly embarrassing. He would probably refuse anyways,

she mused. But when she looked into Bob’s pleading eyes, she knew

she would do it. He would lose his job too and then they might never

have a chance together.

And Kenny would never have the father he so desperately needed. It

then occured to her that might even be the reason for his recent

’accidents’. Perhaps it could eventually solve his problem and help

him to grow up to be... Well not normal, but at least well adjusted.

As well adjusted as a diaper dependant,, underdeveloped boy without

any teeth was ever likely to be. And she did want what was best for

him after all. It was decided. She would insist that he do the

commercial. It was for his own good.

When she finally told Bob her decision, she was pleased to see the

relief and love for her in his face. It made her heart feel warm

inside. When he suggested he follow her home, ’to make sure she got

the samples’, she felt another warm glow inside, but this time it

was lower. Quickly Bob paid for their meal and they left arm in arm.

Chapter 41 - Diapers Forever?

As the music continued, Ken Haskins stared stupidly at the screen,

his entire body going slack. The snack foods in his arms clattered

to the floor. Ken’s mind went nearly completely blank as a moronic

grin spread across his face. He clapped his hands together

childishly as he sang along, "’Cause big kids use the potty, and

mommy uses the potty and daddy uses the potty too!’"

Lisa snickered at this. "But you don’t use the potty, do you Kenny?"

She put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him gently to the

floor. "I think I’ll get you that diaper now." Still, she stood

there a moment watching him. Something was missing. Then she knew

what it was, and reaching down, grabbed his hand and formed it into

a fist and shoved his thumb into his mouth. Letting go, she was not

surprised that he kept it there. Whenever he watched this video it

seemed to make him act like a baby. Almost like he were hypnotized

or something.

Giggling at the sight of the boy who had threatened her only moments

before, she headed up to his room, congratulating herself on

thinking of the video. It would keep him occupied while she found

that picture.

Lisa walked back downstairs with the digital camera and one of the

large diapers Ken’s mother kept in his room. Setting them down she

cleaned up the mess he had made with his snack foods and set a cup

of juice in his hands to stop his repeated mumbles that he was

thirsty. Then she knelt down in front of the boy, grunting heavily,

and began wriggling his pajama pants down to his ankles.

The whole time she ripped open the sides of the GoodNite and opened

the diaper up, the boy never removed his eyes from the screen. She

lifted Kenny up easily and slid the diaper underneath, laying him

on his back so he would have an uninterrupted view of the TV,

worried that if he lost sight of the video, he might come out of his

weird trance.

Lisa then stood up and looked at the camera that had recently held a

picture of her and Kenny in a rather compromising state. She had

erased it, naturally, but the camera had given her an idea. What if

he had already downloaded the picture?

Well, two could play that game.

She stood back and took a couple of pictures of the boy lying naked,

staring at the screen with the diaper unfolded beneath him, sucking

his thumb. Then she taped the diaper into place and took some more

shots from different angles. Then she pulled up his pajamas so that

they nearly covered his diapers completely, but stuck out from the

top of the waistband and took some more just for good measure. When

she was done, she removed his pajamas and put them and the camera

away, keeping only the memory card, which she could download at her

house later. Then thinking about it she returned to where Kenny lay

and grabbed the things she had forgotten about and put them away in

the bathroom.

Lisa then spent another fifteen minutes cleaning house and was

upstairs putting the last of the boxes of ’big baby stuff’ back in

Mrs. Haskins’ closet, when she heard the front door open and hurried

downstairs. The video had automatically restarted as she had

programmed the machine to do, so she was sure it was Mrs. Haskins

coming home and not Kenny trying to escape.

Especialy since he was wearing only a diaper.

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"Noooo!" Dennis yelled with fright as he heard the door open. He

dived for the bed, but he knew it was too late. From behind him he

heard, "Oh my God! Dennis Lewis, what the hell is going on here!?!"

Not knowing what else to do, his heart thumping madly, Dennis jumped

under the covers and covered his face in shame. He felt like

crawling in a corner and dying.

He had been caught! What could he do? Even as the tread of footsteps

neared his bed, he began to shiver in fear. "Go away!", he shouted

irrationally. "I was just going to bed!"

"Is that a diaper?! What is going on here?! Explain yourself, right

now!" The blankets were torn off of him and Dennis cringed into a

fetal position and began sobbing uncontrollably as he heard the

sharp intake of breath and felt his mother’s hand disbelievingly

touching his diapered bottom.

Dennis was in shock. He didn’t know what to do or say. The

unbelievable; the impossible had happened. His mind tried to go

blank. He tried to ignore everything around him even as the truth

sunk in. His mom knew. He had no idea what would happen to him, but

he was sure it wouldn’t be good. He felt his mom grab his shoulders

and turn him over roughly and pull his hands away from his face.

Dianne looked at her son in utter dismay. Whatever she had expected

to find by ’catching him in the act’, this was MOST DEFINITELY not

it. A diaper??!?? What was he doing in a diaper? She couldn’t think

of one explanation that made any sense. Nothing in her life had

prepared her for such a possiblity.

Well, whatever it was, she would have to deal with it. She grabbed

his chin and commanded, "Open your eyes and explain this to me right

now young man! Or would you rather explain it to your FATHER?

Dennis opened his eyes wide in horror. "No, please. Don’t tell dad!"

He begged, then turned his eyes away in shame. Whatever else his mom

would do, his dad would certainly beat him as well, if he found out.

"Well then explain yourself! And look at me when you’re talking to

me!" He eyes flashed angrily as she tightened her grip on his chin

and pulled his face towards hers.

Dennis gulped, the tears on his face made his mom a little blurry as

he fought not to look away. He stammered, "I - I..." He faltered.

He didn’t know what to say. What would she say when she found out?

What possible explanation could he give for a sixteen year-old

wearing a diaper? She wouldn’t believe the truth: That a boy at his

school had cursed him to be a sick pervert because Dennis and Ken

had teased him for wetting the bed. It sounded ridiculous. He looked

away again, unable to bear his mother’s accusing stare.

Dianne reached town and tore the tapes off and yanked the diaper

from between Dennis legs in disgust. "Take that disgusting thing

off! Look at me, I said! And you had better start explaining or I am

going to get your father right now!" After a few seconds of silence,

Dianne stood up, his torn diaper still in her hand. "Fine. I’ll be

right back with your father and you can explain this to the both of

us!" and headed for the door.

Dennis bolted upright in abject terror. "No, WAIT!" He cast about

for a reasonable explanation. He had gotten into this mess because

of Randy and his stupid bedwetting...

"I uh, I started wetting the bed." He looked up as his mom turned

around, looking shocked and incredulous, but no longer quite so

angry. When she continued to stare at him, he continued, "For a

couple of weeks now. And I... I tried to hide it, but... it was too

hard to wash the sheets all the time and..." His voice trailed off.

It sounded crazy. Why would a kid his age want to wear a diaper? To

stop from wetting the bed? Ridiculous!

Dianne face softened a little, though she remained skeptical. Her

intuition told her the diaper had something do do with his

disturbing actions earlier. She shuddered at the thought of what

James would have done to Dennis if she had told him. She had decided

to wait and see if it was one of those ’passing phases’ some boys

are said to go through, though.

She looked at the diaper in her hand and frowned, repulsed. But how

could anyone be turned on by this?

Taking a deep breath, she spoke as calmly as possible. "And?...."

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Bob opened the door for Linda, using her key and let her enter

first. He picked up the bag of large diapers and followed behind,

closing the door. The first sounds he heard were of a children’s

song coming from the living room. He followed Linda closely, eyeing

her beautiful ass as it moved up and down. ’Now there’s a sight I

could get used to.’ He mused.

When he entered the living room, his eyes met the disturbing sight

of her son, though. He was lying down in nothing but a diaper,

contendedly sucking his thumb and watching some kind of

toilet-training video, by the looks of it. ’I sure hope he does get

toilet-trained soon. But not before the campaign is finished.’ He

amended to himself.

As grossed out as he was by the sight of ’special’ people, right now

he needed the little retard to keep Linda, not to mention his job

and possibly advance his career.

He shuddered inwardly when he saw that the boy was wet and

completely oblivious to it or even his own mother’s presence. The

sound of Linda’s voice and that of a young woman interrupted his

reverie. He looked to see who she was talking to and he had to try

hard not to stare.

The boy’s babysitter, for that was obviously who she was, was HUGE!

The five foot-two girl must be pushing three hundred pounds! He

quickly moved to Linda, setting down the diapers and gave her an

affectionate pat on the ass.

Linda was startled from her conversation with Lisa by Bob’s hand on

her bottom, but quikly resumed her conversation with Lisa. "So there

were no other problems then? He behaved OK for you?"

Lisa smiled and nodded. It was a ritual all parents went through

upon returning. She always answered the same, unless there was a

horrible blowout or an accident of some sort. There was no point

into going into the details of the whole evening. Besides, she

wanted to get home and see how the pictures had come out. "Except on

his insisting on a Pull-Up earlier, everything was fine. Once he

started watching his video, I put him into his regular diapers, just

like you asked. He had a hard time with dinner, like I said, but

once I took his false teeth out and cut up his food for him, he was

fine, just fine."

Bob started. False teeth? So he was right. The kid had more problems

then he had suspected.

Linda frowned. For a second she was sure she remembered that Kenny

still had all his own teeth. Then it was gone.

Of course, he had false teeth. Once his baby teeth had come out and

his adult teeth had failed to come in, she had taken him to a

specialist. It was somehow related to his lack of adult growth. A

genetic disorder, though she couldn’t remember the name of it right

now. The doctor had recommended against the false teeth, due to his

age and apparent low mental capacity. But she had insisted. She had

wanted her son to have as much dignity as possible.

Especially now that he was back in diapers. But he choked on them?!

Maybe she would have to rethink her decision.

Linda looked over at her son who was staring mutely at the finale of

his video. "Well, It looks like it’s time to try out the new

diapers. He’s wet already." She turned to her boss and new lover,

"Bob, could you hand me one of those new Pampers? I might as well

change him before I get him into bed."

"Pampers?" Lisa asked. "Isn’t he too big to wear Pampers? I can get

one of his adult diapers from his room." She offered. It always

helped to appear eager and helpful in front of the parents, she

knew. It gave them a sense of comfort that their choice of sitter

was right.

"Oh no. Those adult diapers are a little too big for him. My sister

gave them to me when her son no longer needed them, but he is much

larger than Kenny ever will be, I fear. No, these new Pampers are

made specifically for older children. Our company" She indicated

Bob, "is in charge of the advertising for them."

Bob returned with one of the diapers, holding it gingerly between

his finger and thumb, slightly repulsed. "Why don’t I take this

young lady home while you change him?" He offered in hopes of

avoiding being around when she did the actual changing. He was

uncomfortable just thinking about it.

Linda looked a little disappointed and surprised. "Oh. But I thought

you would help me bring him upstairs. As small as he is, he is still

quite heavy. But If you don’t want to-"

Bob interrupted her hurriedly. "No no, of course I’ll help you

first. I just thought that you might like some time alone with your

son." He covered quickly. He didn’t want Linda to know how disgusted

he was by handicapped people in general, nor her son in particular.

He steeled himself as she walked over to him and quickly removed his

diaper. Bob found himself unable to tear his eyes away. ’Like a car

accident.’ He thought. ’It’s so disturbing, but you have to look.’

The boy’s small penis hung there limply as she quickly wiped him

with the damp cloth Lisa had gotten from the kitchen.

Just then the tape ended and began to rewind. Ken’s eyes unglazed as

he looked around in dismay. His mom was diapering him on the floor

and Lisa was hovering nearby, grinning! Then he saw the man by the

door looking on in horrified fascination.

He sat up quickly, covering his crotch with his hands, both to hide

his tiny penis and to prevent his mom from putting a diaper on him

in front of a stranger. "No! NO! No diapow!"

At the last word his hands flew to his mouth. It had come out

sounding stupid, like a baby! Then he realized that someone,

probably Lisa, had taken out his teeth! His other hand flew to his

mouth reflexively as his mom pushed him down to the floor.

Linda held him down easily with one hand and spoke firmly. "Lie

still Kenny! Auntie Lisa told me you wanted to wear Pull-Ups

already. But it’s time for beddy-bye, OK? Now hold still and be

quiet while I put your diaper on."

Ken groaned inwardly as he was forced to obey. All he could do was

look around as his mother pulled the diaper up between his legs and

taped it into place.

But something was different. The ’adult brief’ seemed somewhat

smaller and his mom only attached one tape on each side. The Depends

had six tapes on them, not two. He barely had time to think about

this before his mom was done and pulling him into a sitting

position. He then wondered what happened to his pajamas. He had been

wearing them earlier, but now they were nowhere to be seen.

Linda looked meaningfully at Bob and he quickly came over and hauled

the boy to his feet. The boy started screaming and struggling

immediately. Though Kenny was small and quite weak, his struggles

caused Bob some discomfort, especially when the boy started kicking

wildly until Linda shouted, "Kenny stop it right now! Let Uncle Bob

carry you to your bed." Though Bob doubted the boy understood her

words, he suddenly became still. Probably the tone of her voice, he

thought. He carried the boy awkwardly a few steps until the giggling

of the two females drew him to a stop.

Linda took pity on him and said, "That’s not how you carry a child

Bob. It’s obvious you don’t have kids. Turn him around so he is

facing you and put your arms under his butt."

Bob did as he was told, and was surprised at how much easier it was

to hold onto the boy. He tried to hide his revulsion at the feel of

the diapered butt of the small teenaged boy in his arms. ’At least

he won’t piss or crap on me though.’ He thought as he carried the

silently sobbing boy up the stairs. Bob felt the boy must be

frightened of him and spoke quietly and soothingly, "It’s okay

Kenny." He said in a voice meant for a two year-old. "Uncle Bob is

going to put you in your bed for nightey-nights. Good boy, you don’t

have to be scared." He said as he laid the boy upon the bed.

Ken whimpered at all the baby-talk and treatment that was being

forced upon him. He wanted it to stop! He wanted to hit them all and

then put on his regular clothes and run away to live with his dad.

Not these freaks who kept treating him like a baby!

Linda beamed as she watched the scene before her, glad that Bob

wasn’t disturbed by her son’s problems. After closing the door to

let the boy sleep, everyone went downstairs and Linda paid Lisa and

asked Bob to drive her home.

As he had already offered, Bob could hardly say no now and politely

agreed. He watched the girl lumber to his car, hoping she didn’t

damage his shocks.

"Oh, and Bob, honey!" Linda called from the doorway, and Bob turned

to see what she wanted. "Could you pick up some baby wipes, powder

and diaper rash ointment on your way back? It seems I ran out."

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Dennis lay down in bed, deeply embarrassed by what was about to

happen, but glad it was no worse than his mom putting him into

another diaper. After "explaining" his bedwetting to his mom and his

buying the adult diapers from a pharmacy(that much was true, anyway)

, he told his mom that he wore the ’incontinence garments’ to keep

his bed dry so he would not have to try and hide the laundry he

claimed to be doing every day. But now he wished he had been a

little more vague in his lies. For his mom would be expecting him to

be wet every morning and the thought of wetting a diaper and

sleeping in it disturbed and disgusted him. He didn’t like to USE

the diapers, just WEAR them and masturbate in them. If he woke up

miraculously dry, his mom, who was still a little suspicious, might

wonder why he was really wearing the diapers.

He had blushed deeply when he showed her the bag of ’adult briefs’

in the closet and tried to protest when she insisted she diaper him.

Dianne had noticed how poorly the diaper had been taped on (In his

haste to masturbate in them, he had put the tabs on haphazardly.)

and insisted that the diaper might leak if it weren’t on correctly.

She also insisted he go out tomorrow and get a plastic sheet for the

bed.

Dianne pulled the diaper up between his legs, marvelling at his tiny

penis. Since he was eight, he had coverd himself up as was proper

for a young boy and she had not seen it since then, but she thought

it was larger than this, even then. Perhaps it was because he was

larger, she thought, that his penis looks smaller. Still, she would

have to take him to a doctor and have him examined. He might have a

condition that caused him to start wetting the bed in the first

place.

She carefully taped the diaper up and tucked him in, assuring him

that she wouldn’t tell his father, for now.

As she left, she turned out the lights and closed the door. She had

a lot of thinking to do.

Chapter 42

Randy was wildly happy. His mom had just finished remaking his bed.

The hated plastic sheet was gone. So was his bedwetting poster. He

watched as his mom took them all downstairs as he got ready for bed.

The sound of her leaving his room was music to his ears. And now,

for the first time in his life, Randy Lormann was going to bed like

any other normal boy.

When his mom had returned from the store, Randy was peeking through

his door, watching his mom try to sneak the package of Depends up to

her room. He grinned as she slipped through the door and shut it

tightly behind her. ’That won’t do at all.’ Randy thought. ’She

should leave the door open a little and put the diaper on where she

was visible to the doorway.’ Suddenly the door opened up a little

and Randy crept across the hallway to watch.

Michelle looked at the package of adult diapers on her bed,

wondering again why she had thought this was a good idea. The

thought that she was doing it as a penance for making Randy wear

GoodNites all those years was stupid. It wasn’t her fault her son

had been a bedwetter. She had merely tried her best to help him deal

with the situation as best she could. Yet here she was, about to put

an adult diaper on herself. After a moment more of internal

struggle, she sighed and reached for the bag.

Randy watched gleefully as his mom opened up the huge diaper and set

it on the bed, undressed and lay down on it. His wicked grin grew

wider as she pulled it up and taped it on. He pulled his head back

quickly when her eyes sought the doorway, though. ’Don’t look at the

door.’ He thought at his mother. ’ Just put some clothes on and take

down all the bedwetting stuff from my room, then go to bed.’

Randy peeked back again and watched his mom bend over and pull on a

pair of lightweight slacks and a blouse, smirking at her diapered

bottom as she bent over. ’That’ll teach you to try and humiliate me!

Let’s see how YOU like waking up wet every morning!’

Randy tip-toed back to his room and pretended to read a book as his

mom walked to his room. He knew she was at the door before she

opened it, though. The rustling of the diaper was loud in the quiet

house. *Knock Knock* "Come in!" He called out merrily as he looked

up from his book and scanned the top of her pants. Yes. The outline

of the diaper was obvious.

Michelle was blushing furiously as she entered her son’s room. She

hoped he wouldn’t notice the diaper she was wearing underneath and

wondered for the hundredth time why she was doing this. It all

seemed so... RIDICULOUS! But even worse, still, if she had to do

this, why hadn’t she waited until after Randy was asleep to put the

diaper on, rather than walk into his room to remove all his old

bedwetting paraphanalia while she was wearing the damn thing! She

was grateful he didn’t notice though. The rustle seemed loud in her

own ears, though that was probably just her fear and imagination.

"Well. It looks like you won’t be needing those Pull-U...I mean

special underwear anymore. I guess we’ll give them to Kenny with the

plastic sheet and the calendar we can throw out."

Randy’s face darkened when she started to call the GoodNites,

Pull-Ups. He hated that name. It always made him feel like a little

kid being toilet-trained. She would pay for that later, he

determined.

He stood by and watched her quickly strip his bedclothes and remove

the plastic sheet and then remake the bed just as quickly. ’It’s

almost as if she were embarrassed about something and didn’t want to

be near me for too long.’ He snickered under his breath. ’I wonder

what that something could be?’ He thought sarcastically.

Wearing only his underwear, he slipped under the covers, revelling

in the feel of his underwear and feeling the mattress, and not

crinkly plastic beneath his sheets. ’Maybe mom should keep the

plastic sheet for HER bed. Yeah. I think she will.’ Randy went to

sleep and dreamt of being the most powerful wizard in the world.

Even more powerful than stupid old Harry Potter.

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Bob drove back to Linda’s house, the wipes, rash ointment and baby

powder on the passenger seat, next to a small gift he had picked up

at the same time. Lisa had suggested it when they had picked out the

appropriate supplies for Kenny. Bob had asked for her help, because

he had never purchased them before and was unsure which items might

be best for the retarded boy(for there was no doubt in his mind that

is what Kenny was.), and was glad of the assistance.

Lisa had assured him that the scented beaby powder was the best and

the Huggies wipes and diaper rash cream, while a little more

expensive, were the best for sensitive bottoms. On their way to the

checkout stand Lisa had spied the stuffed animals and suggested that

Bob buy one of those as well, assuring him that Kenny would love the

purple dinosaur. She said it was his favorite.

Bob looked over at the seat again at the stuffed toy. He could

hardly believe the kid was sixteen. He looked like he was eight or

nine; except for the diapers. As it was, he appeared like an

overgrown toddler. Yes, he would like a baby toy like this, Bob was

sure.

Linda opened the door for him and thanked him with a deep,

meaningful kiss. When he showed her the doll, she hugged him tightly

to her, murmurring in his ear promises of passionate lovemaking.

Well, she was certainly glad about his thoughtfulness, Bob thought,

grinning at her suggestions.

They went upstairs and leaving the toy on the bed for the boy to

discover in the morning; they went to sllep after two wild rounds of

strenuous and serious love making.

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Dianne was a little surprised when she pulled back the covers off

her son. The diaper he was wearing was wet. She pursed her lips,

staring down at her sleeping son in dismay. While she had gone along

with his story the night before, she hadn’t put much stock in it,

feeling it was more likely to be another perversion similar (But

even more disturbing; if that were possible!) to his ’same-sex

interest’ as she thought of it. She still couldn’t believe her son

might be a fag. Seeing him like that, jerking off on front of the

computer to pictures of a naked man had almost broken her heart.

But there he lay; in a wet diaper, still sleeping. ’So it must be

true. My teenaged son is a bedwetter.’ She woke him up gently,

saying his name. "Dennis, it’s time to get up." She called out,

shaking his shoulder. She watched him sleepily open his eyes and

stretch.

At the sound of his crinkling diaper, Dennis stopped suddenly and

looked at his mom and then at his babyish midsection, his eyes

widening in shock.

Dennis looked at the adult diaper he was wearing and then back at

his mother in fright. "Mom!" He yelled, grabbing for the covers and

pulling them over his ’Pamper’. "What are you doing!?" His eyes

darted to the closed door and then to the alarm clock. 5:30 AM.

"You need extra time to get up and shower, so your dad and brother

don’t find out about your problem." Dianne told her son. Though that

was not the real reason she had gotten him up so early. She had

wanted to wake him so she could check to see if he had truly wet

himself while asleep. If he were indeed lying about wetting himself

at night, she would have expected him to wake up dry and then

urinate in the diaper afterwards to cover his lie, or even just

pretend to be somehow ’cured’. Now that she could see that he indeed

had a problem, she knew she would have to take steps to deal with

it.

Dennis was waking quickly. The way his mom had woken him had gotten

his brain moving much more quickly than was usual. Suddenly he was

glad he had decided on pissing in the ’Pamper’ before going to

sleep. He had been afraid she might try something like this, and

even if she hadn’t, she was usually awake before him. It had taken

him a long time to fall asleep afterwards though. The gross, slimy

feel of the wet diaper had made it hard for him to relax, not to

mention the strain it had been to actually force himself to piss

himself. He would never have believed how hard it was to take a

piss. But then, he had never voluntarily pissed himself before.

Except for when Randy had made him do so. Just thinking about it

made him blush and he lowered his eyes from his mom quickly. Then,

realizing he had to take off the diaper now and his mom was probably

going to wait and see that he did, he felt even more ashamed,

because he suddenly had ’morning wood’. And wanted desperately to

jack off in the diaper, wet or not. He was straining with every

ounce of will not to start thrusting in his diaper in front of her.

’I can’t do that! Never!’ But even as he thought it, he was moving

gently back and forth.

Seeing his embarrassed look, Dianne was somewhat reassured. It

seemed that the boy was truly embarrassed by wis wet condition. She

stood waiting for him to remove the diaper, but he looked down and

started moving nervously. Obviously he was waiting for her to leave

so she could remove it in private. Well, the time for modesty was

long past and she didn’t have a lot of time this morning. She had a

lot of extra work to do because of this new situation and her

husband, James would be up soon.

She pulled the blanket off of Dennis and snatched his hands away

from in front of his diaper. With the experience of raising two

children, she quickly untaped the diaper and pulled it away before

Dennis could react. She looked away quickly from his crotch; ’His

tiny penis must be almost as embarrasing as the diaper’, she felt.

She wanted to look back and check what she thought she had seen, but

couldn’t bring herself to do so. For a moment, it looked like he had

a little erection again, though it was hard to tell because it was

so small and she had only glanced to see if he had a rash on his

crotch. Besides, didn’t many boys his age wake up with an erection?

She had read that somewhere.

Dennis was surprised at the speed which his mom had removed his

diaper and choked in dismay as he covered his hard-on with the

blanket, hoping she hadn’t noticed.

When his mother informed him she was going to get breakfast ready

and suggested he take a long shower to clean up, he nodded mutely.

After she left, he jumped up and grabbed a towel and realizing that

his painful erection wouldn’t go away unless he did something about

it, he grabbed his butt-plug as well, wrapping the towel around it.

He hurried to the shower, just as eager to clean up as he was to

relieve the monstrous, aching pressure in his tiny testicles.

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Ken woke to a cold, wet feeling around his penis and balls. He

jumped with the shock of it, opening his eyes. Even as he saw his

mother just above him, he felt her hands rubbing some kind of wet

towel down his thighs and butt. "What!?" He said dumbly, still not

completely awake. It suddenly dawned on him she had removed his

diaper and was CLEANING him like a baby! "Mom! No!"

"Shhhh! You’ll wake uncle Bob!" Linda hissed, lifting Kenny under

the knees to better wipe his little bottom. "Let’s just get you

changed and then we can have a yummy breakfast OK?"

Ken groaned. It was still happening. Not only was he still in

diapers, but he was being treated more and more like a baby. even

’Uncle Bob’ had talked to him like he was a toddler. ’This has gone

too far. Randy may have made me wear these damn dia- ’incontinence

briefs’, but that doesn’t mean everyone has to treat me like a

baby!’

"Mom! I cahn do that myselp! I’ww juth ghet a GoodNite and put it ohn

apter I thower!" He said, raising his voice and trying to pull away

from her hands. Damn! He really sounded stupid without his teeth in!

Linda slapped his butt cheeks lightly and said sternly, "Not another

word until breakfast! I already told you to be quiet." She smiled at his ’baby talk and continued wiping his bottom, despite his squirming.

Ken opened his mouth to protest again, but not a word came out. In

his mind he was screaming. ’I’ve had enough of this! If you can’t

treat me like an adult, then let me go to my dad’s! You Psycho Whore!’

But he couldn’t

say it. His mom had said not another word and that weird feeling had

come over him again. He opened his mouth again and again, but

nothing. ’You crazy bitch! What the hell are you doing to me! And

don’t call him uncle Bob! He’s not my uncle!’ He raged impotently to

himself. He stopped his internal rant though when he felt something

new.

His mom was sprinkling powder on him! It was baby powder. The smell

was unmistakable. He struggled to get up and stop this madness. A

di.. ’protection’ was bad enough, but this was just plain cruel. He

tried pushing her away, but his mom grabbed his arms easily and

pinned them to his chest witout skipping a beat.

"Now Kenny, let me get this diaper on you." Linda said more to

herself than anything.

"Need any help?" Came a deep, masculine voice from the doorway.

Ken squeeked in fright, unable to say anything meaningful because of

his mother’s command. And quickly reached for his pillow to cover

his nakedness. His hands felt something soft that was not his

pillow, but he desperately pulled it in front of him anyway. His

eyes saw a flash of purple as he looked in dismay at the nearly

naked man staring at his mother in the doorway.

Linda looked up, smiling at the sound of his deep barritone. She

missed that rumbly sound that let her know she was in the presence

of a real man. "Good morining sleepyhead. I hope we didn’t wake you.

Kenny’s bieng a little difficult this morning."

"Good morning beautiful. No you didn’t wake me. I woke up and needed

to pee. But I can hold it if you need a hand." Bob looked over at

Kenny and smiled. "Oh, so you like your present? Is Barney your

favorite?" He asked, not really expecting an answer. He had made up

his mind last night to try and make an effort with the retard. Thus,

the offer of help this morning. He was pretty sure she wouldn’t want it anyway, or he wouldn’t have offered. But, ater last night, he knew

Linda was the woman he would marry.

He looked back to Linda as she pulled the diaper between the boys

legs and fastened it on. Next to her was the very soaked diaper from

last night. "Those new diapers seem to hold up OK then?"

Ken looked down in dismay as his mom shoved his hands out of the

way, finally understanding the man’s strange remark. It was a Barney

doll in his hands! How had that gotten here? Then before he could

formulate any kind of answer the rest of what the man said finally

clicked. ’New diapers?’ What the hell is going on here. He was so

distracted by this, that he didn’t move, still clinging to the doll

for privacy, when his mom pulled up his pants. They weren’t his

regular jeans either. They were his lightweight dress slacks that he

never wore because they looked dorky. But right now, that was the

least of his worries. He was just glad that his mom and that creepy

guy, Bob, no longer had an excuse to look at his ’adult briefs’.

(They certainly weren’t "diapers". Diapers were for babies and he

was an adult. Well, almost anyway.)

Ken was quiet all through breakfast, not wanting to talk to this

strange man, who seemed to have some influence over his mom. He had

wanted to ask for his teeth, but refused to sound stupid like the

night before. It sounded really dumb when he talked without his

teeth. He thought she would let him put them in himself so he could

eat breakfast, but when he got to the table, his heart sank. There

were two delicious bacon, eggs and potatoes breakfasts, complete with

glasses of orange juice and toast... and one bowl of oatmeal.

He ate his mush (Ughh!) sliently while the two adults talked about

work. He tuned them out, trying to figure out how he was going to

get through another day of school without anyone discovering what

had happened to him.

Certainly, someone would notice his diminished height. And he would

have to talk to someone at the office to get out of gym again. There

was no way he was going into that locker to change into gym shorts

and let everyone see what appeared to be a diaper (even though it

wasn’t a diaper, he insisted to himself.) and maybe even a wet one

at that.

After breakfast, his mom wiped his face with a wet cloth right in

front of her new boyfriend! He would have protested aloud if he had

his teeth in, but instead he just moved his face away in disgust.

Soon, his mom led him upstairs and took him into the bathroom.

’Finally! She’ll let me use the toilet before I go to school.’ Ken

began to pull down his pants. He stopped when his mom turned back to

him, a surprised look on her face.

Linda looked down at her son, his pants around his ankles. She

looked at his diaper, thinking he wanted to be changed but he was

dry. She quickly grabbed his chin and opened his mouth. Then she

placed his teeth in correctly, already having put the glue on them.

"Bite down." She commaded and pulled his pants back into place as he

complied.

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When Randy awoke (Much later), he nearly bounded out of bed. He woke

up not only dry, but not wearing a GoodNite! He felt truly free. He

hopped into a quick shower and was dressed as his mom walked out of

her room.

When she spotted Randy, her arm suddenly dropped to her side, where

she held it there stiffly out of view. Randy grinned at that. ’She

must be hiding the diaper. What a surprise it must have been to wake

up and find out she had wet herself!’ She was moving awkwardly,

keeping her body between him and his view of the diaper. "Something

the matter, mom?"

Michelle looked apprehensively at her soon, hoping to hide the wet

’brief’ concealed at her side, not to mention the confusion she

felt. ’How had she wet herself without even knowing it?’ It was very

disturbing. "Er... no, I’m fine Randy. How are you this morning?"

Randy smiled hugely. "Great!" He said truthfully. "I woke up dry

again, of course. But it felt like the best night’s sleep ever."

Randy couldn’t help adding, "Now I know how it feels to wake up dry

every morning and not need protection, just like you!" He felt it

was a little too much, but he was in high spirits this morning.

Besides, it was her fault. If she hadn’t tried to curse him first,

none of this would have happened to her.

Linda started at that. ’How odd that he should put it that way.

Surely he doesn’t know?’ She shook her head. She was being paranoid,

she knew. If Randy knew she were having accidents at night, his only

reactions would be embarrassment for her and for himself for finding

out.

It was just a coincidence. She hurried downstairs and shoved the

diaper to the bottom of the trash pail, concealing it with layers of

trash. While Randy got dressed, she made breakfast. All of Randy’s

favorite breakfast items. She felt the chocolate ice cream was

ridiculous, but she felt she had to put it out, never the less. She

fixed herself dry cereal and poured grapefruit juice over it.

"Gross!" She muttered, wondering why she had done that, even as she

picked up the spoon and dug in.

TBC...

 

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