Forced to Wear a Baby Diaper Story Pampers
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Lucas sat in the back seat, complaining the whole style.
"But mom, I don't need a bodyguard!"
"I tin can't leave you lot solitary for that long," she chided him.
"Only he makes me wear--"
"Diapers, aye, only is information technology really such a large deal?"
"Only I don't need--"
"If that's the instance, and so you have nothing to worry virtually. It's only for a day."
"But--"
"No more buts! It's Dusty's house, his rules. It's not then bad, it'southward non similar your friends will see."
Lucas sat, sulking the residuum of the way. It just wasn't fair! Why did his babysitter make him article of clothing diapers? He'due south thirteen years old! He wets the bed, merely he merely has to wear pull-ups with plastic pants at dark, and he's never once had an blow during the mean solar day. This was nada but cruelty and bullying towards him.
His mom pulled into Dusty'south driveway, and knocked on the door. He speedily allow them in, and escorted the two into his living room, with two couches, and a big crib by the window, with a mobile over it.
He immediately laid out a changing mat and arranged his supplies on the floor. "C'mon, take those off," he ordered, and Lucas hesitantly removed his shirt and pants. He lay down so Dusty could pull off his briefs while his mother, paying no special attention to the scenario, said she'll be back in the morn to pick up her son. Dusty then lay out a diaper, and dampened it with a low level of bleach, earlier fastening the diaper over Lucas' slim frame, and promptly tying blue babe mittens and booties around his hands and feet.
Lucas was in immediate discomfort after being changed into the bleached diaper, and began crying. His female parent came over to calm him down, and patted his padding, saying "aw, it's not so bad, meet? Dusty's going to take expert care of you. Y'all'll exist out of that diaper and into a soft, comfortable ane in no fourth dimension." Dusty lifted Lucas up and added, "that's correct, I'grand here to take care of you lot," every bit he popped a pacifier into Lucas' mouth. "Wave goodbye to mommy!"
Lucas waved through the tears, equally his mother left him alone with the sitter. "Alright, fourth dimension for your nap," Dusty told the newly fashioned baby. He ready the boy in the crib, and raised the bars, securing him inside. Lucas turned over, watching his mother drive off until she was out of sight. He looked down at his padding, and winced at the burning sensation within. He rubbed his diaper with his hands encased in their mittens, trying to soothe the hurting, but shied abroad upon hearing the loud crinkling, causing a laugh to rise from Dusty. Finally resigned to his position, he closed his optics, and cried himself to slumber.
After a restless nap, Lucas woke up needing to utilize the bathroom. Dusty, who was sitting nearby, noticed the boy plow over, and came over to check his diaper. "Hmm, dry!" he said with a bit of surprise. "I'grand guessing you're hungry, little guy?"
Dusty picked Lucas up, carrying him to a high chair in the dining room. "I finally found one in your size! No more babies climbing on my furniture," he teased. He left for the kitchen, and returned with a canteen of formula and a laxative, a daily drill when staying at Dusty'southward. The sitter finally removed Lucas' pacifier and put his bib on, granting him permission to finally satisfy his hunger.
After Dusty fed him the laxative and Lucas began working on his bottle, the caretaker asked him, "why are you so sorry? Is the baby most to weep?" He smirked upon seeing Lucas' legs subtly squirm beneath the high chair's tray, "does someone demand to go potty?"
Lucas considered his response, and settled with a nervous nod.
Dusty picked Lucas upwardly from the high chair, and stood him on the flooring. "Is the infant ready to utilize the toilet? Does someone wanna spend the rest of the twenty-four hour period in big male child undies? Prove me, babe daughter!" he taunted, gesturing to the restroom.
Lucas, growing more than desperate to relieve himself, and even more so to get out of his diaper, ran--in a babyish sort of waddle--to the bathroom, fighting through his mittens for the door to open. Dusty began laughing, and Lucas brutal to his knees, finally wetting himself.
"Aw, yous couldn't make information technology," Dusty mocked the young boy, "that'south okay, this is why babies wear diapers. Nosotros wouldn't want you getting my floors all messy." He pulled Lucas back to the living room, where he set down the changing mat, and got to work on wearable the boy in an unbleached diaper. "That won't last long," he chuckled. "What practise you call up, perchance an hour until the laxative kicks in?"
Dusty left the room, and Lucas lay still on the changing mat, thinking to himself. What did he practice to deserve this? Do other kids ever get forced into these situations? Why does Dusty even brand him wear diapers, anyway? If it weren't for the laxatives and mittens, he wouldn't have a single accident!
Dusty, interrupting his thoughts, returned with Lucas' unfinished canteen, and handed information technology to the boy, who awkwardly held it between his confined hands. Equally presently equally he was finished, Dusty removed Lucas' bib, and popped his pacifier dorsum in. "There'south a practiced baby," he said to the kid. "Come on, let'southward read a story."
As per Dusty'south prediction, it was merely an hour earlier Lucas' breadbasket began churning. He squatted downwardly, artillery wrapped around his abdomen, and before long lost command.
"Aren't you glad you have that diaper now?" the sitter asked, lifting Lucas by the arm. "Don't worry, this is what I'thou here for." As per usual, the supplies and mat were laid out, and once again, Lucas was wearing a fresh, make clean diaper. "And just in time! It's five o'clock, fourth dimension for someone to go to bed."
He left to discover a pair of pajamas, and returned with a beige onesie. Lucas allowed himself to get dressed, seeing the covering of his diaper as a positive, and lifted his arms for Dusty to pick him upward similar a baby over again, placing him in his crib. Before raising the bars on the side, he left to brand another canteen of formula. When he returned, he instructed Lucas, "since you lot won't have your pacifier, yous are to go along this in your mouth at all times, got it?" The bottle was then thrust in the timid boy's oral cavity, and he was sealed in his infantile prison of a bed. Dusty activated a baby monitor by the crib, and turned off the living room lights before heading upstairs.
Lucas was once again trapped in his thoughts. In that location was little else to practise, what with his hands made immobile, and the bars securing him in a baby's crib. He set his mind on the i blink of hope; come up morning time, his mother would finally selection him up, and he'd be gratis of these baby diapers, pacifiers, and he'd fifty-fifty exist able to use his hands. Feeling daring, he decided the first thing he'd practise when he got home would exist to employ the toilet, almost because it a privilege at this betoken in his humiliation. He airtight his optics, as the sooner he fell asleep, the sooner it would all be over.
Lucas woke up the next forenoon, and tried to check if he was wet, but was unable to practice so through his mittens. One problem he had with these diapers was that they were besides absorbent; he would wet himself and never realize, his legs felt no tinge of dampness whatever. The canteen had slipped from his lips, and he replaced information technology, fearing how Dusty might punish him if he saw.
Dusty heard the rustling over the monitor, and came downstairs to check on the infant. He stuck his finger through one of the legs of the diaper, and confirmed that Lucas had wet overnight. "Ane last change, and then?" he asked the male child, setting up his changing arrangement for the last time. The onesie was removed, and his diaper changed, when unexpectedly, Dusty pulled a short dress over Lucas' caput.
"Wait, what?!" Lucas cried, for once nothing obstructing his mouth.
"Your mom should be here any minute, and I'd similar to surprise her," he explained. "Just before yous go, you're having breakfast. I don't want your mother thinking I'yard not feeding you."
He left, and before long returned with a fresh bottle of formula and some other laxative, much to Lucas' surprise. "Wait, but I was but changed! Practice I have to?" he whined, hoping to get the rest of the day without an accident.
"You lot know the rules, one laxative every twenty-four hours. Simply take it, it'll be quick." He held his hand to Lucas' mouth, and made the teary-eyed male child consume. "Skilful girl. Potable up at present," and he allowed Lucas to grasp the canteen between his restricted easily.
It wasn't but 10 minutes until Lucas' mom arrived. Every bit soon equally she was let in, she gave a shout of joy upon seeing her son, and rushed over to hug him. "Oh, he's and so cute! Was he alright? He didn't put up too much of a fuss about the diapers, did he?"
"It all went over smoothly, but you'll want to keep him in that diaper, he only had his laxative," he said, and handed her two additional diaper slips. "Proceed him in the mittens every bit well, so he doesn't try to have the diaper off." Lucas' mother agreed, and the two departed.
When they returned dwelling house, Lucas desperately needed to relieve himself. He fumbled with his seat-belt, unable to free himself with the mittens on. "Mom, I actually need to go!" he shouted, and she opened his door to unbuckle him. He climbed out, but unable to concur it in any longer, he messed himself correct outside his driveway. He looked effectually, desperate that nobody saw, and met his friend Elly's gaping jaw. He flushed red, and waddled his manner within, trying non to cry in front of his friend.
"Don't worry, we tin go you all cleaned up now," his mother comforted him. She walked him up to his room, and pulled out i of the slips Dusty gave her.
"You lot're putting me in another diaper?!" he shouted in horror, because running dorsum downstairs.
"The laxative may not have worn off nonetheless, you're going to want to exist wearing one of these if you have another accident."
Lucas considered his options, but realizing that his mittens prevented any form of resistance, he lay himself on his bed, and allowed his mother to re-diaper him. As his padding was taped on, he was startled by a familiar stinging sensation.
"Don't freak out, I bleached the diaper so you wouldn't attempt to hold it in," she explained. Before she could continue her reasoning, there was a knock at the door. Lucas, left alone, began crying to himself, trying to forcefulness the diaper off, but unable to do annihilation. In the middle of his struggle, Elly, and his all-time friend Trevor, stepped into his room.
Lucas gave a shout of panic, realizing his social life was over. They would tell everyone, and he'd be an outcast, a social pariah. Instead, the two attempted to comfort him.
"Nobody else saw, don't worry!" Elly assured him, "and we won't tell a soul, promise!"
"Why are y'all dressed like that, anyway?" Trevor asked, "I know y'all moisture the bed, merely don't you wear pull-ups at night?"
Lucas explained his situation with his babysitter, from the diapers, to the bleach and laxatives. In describing his circumstance, he became overwhelmed with how completely unfortunate his position was, and began sobbing again.
"If it makes you feel any better, I wet the bed too," Elly said, trying to cheer him upwardly. "Trevor told me already, so you deserve to know, anyway."
Lucas wiped abroad his tears, and asked his friends if they could remove his mittens. "We'd amend ask your mom kickoff," Trevor replied. "Come on, allow'south head down together."
The grouping headed downstairs, but his mother'south answer wasn't the one he was looking for. However, Elly joined in with a follow-up question, "is it okay if Lucas sleeps over at my business firm?"
Lucas' mother seemed virtually ecstatic at seeing that his friends were then well acquainted with his condition. She agreed, and allowed Lucas to change out of his dress, pulling a pink sweater over his head, and pulling upwards his usual nighttime plastic pants.
"Don't I get to wear whatsoever pants?" Lucas asked, but Trevor responded "yous never wear pants over your plastics during our sleepovers. Besides, we're only heading across the street."
Lucas' mom gave Elly the last diaper slip, explaining that he had taken a laxative earlier in the day, and might need to exist changed later on. She too explained that a modest level of bleach had been applied to his most recent diaper, so he wouldn't try to concur in his accidents, and would instead want to be inverse every bit soon equally possible. Elly nodded with understanding, and the trio headed out.
At Elly's firm, the 3 saturday tardily into the night, two of them playing video games. Lucas fifty-fifty forgot that he was supposed to exist embarrassed, and was able to enjoy himself, even though his mittens meant he could only watch. His fun was cut short, though, when Trevor asked him why his babysitter made him wear diapers.
Lucas was however completely baffled as to why, and expressed these feelings, only Elly questioned "well, you use the diapers, correct? Maybe he'due south just worried virtually what might happen if you aren't wearing a diaper."
Stunned by her suggestion, Lucas pointed out, "then why does he go along me from even trying to utilize a restroom? Why would he requite me laxatives and baby bottles, and brand me habiliment diapers with bleach in them?"
"Well, since you lot practise use the diapers, possibly the laxatives and bleach are to forestall you from property information technology in. The bottle and crib might be to stop yous from trying to play the 'big boy' when you really demand a bit of help," Trevor suggested. Elly nodded in agreement, fifty-fifty proposing that maybe Lucas should be wearing diapers at home, too.
Lucas' rima oris fell afraid, and Elly tried to soothe him, "I know how you feel, remember," as she pulled at the waistband of her pajama pants, showing her pink pull-ups, "we're both bedwetters."
"It's not quite the same," Lucas sulked. "Whatever, I'm tired at present."
"Do you demand to be inverse yet?" Elly asked him. Lucas was about to reach down, but remembered his mittens.
"I… I don't know," he told her. "They're really absorptive, I never know until Dusty checks me." Elly pulled downward his plastic pants, and held her palm against the bottom of his diaper, and, not yet satisfied, stuck a finger upward one of the legs.
"You're a bit wet, but nosotros've only got one spare diaper. If it's non bothering you, and so you tin can soak information technology a fleck more overnight before nosotros change you lot," Elly told him. Lucas was fine with this, knowing that he had to have something to wear tomorrow morning, and Elly pulled his plastic pants dorsum over his diaper, making sure it was properly tucked in.
Trevor gave an exaggerated yawn, "it is rather tardily, perchance nosotros should caput to bed," he offered. "I'll hit the lights, let'south get some residuum."
The next forenoon, Lucas woke up to Elly changing his diaper.
"Woops, sad! I thought I might spare y'all some embarrassment, and change you before you lot were awake," she explained. She pulled up his plastic pants, "all set now!"
Lucas mumbled his thank you, and stood himself upwardly. As soon as he reached home, he'd exist out of diapers for proficient! Well, until he was babysat again.
Trevor entered the room carrying a plastic bag, "hey, I'grand back. Good morning, Lucas! Ready to head home?"
"Yeah, hoping to finally vesture real underwear again!" Lucas happily expressed.
The group headed to Lucas' home across the street, and knocked at the door. His mother promptly answered the door, "hey kids, how was the sleepover?"
"Great, give thanks y'all," Elly replied, "only, um," she hesitated, glancing at both of her friends, "Trevor and I remember it's all-time if Lucas is kept in diapers from now on." The guilt was manifestly in her confront, she knew it would interruption Lucas' heart.
"What?! Why?! The laxatives have all worn off, I'yard not going to have any more accidents!" Lucas protested
"You need to stop blaming everything else, they're just in that location to help you lot," Trevor joined in, "also, you were wet earlier you went to bed. Laxatives don't practise that, Lucas."
Information technology was true! He had wet himself, but how? The diapers were so absorptive, he couldn't even discover if he leaked… it was the bleach, the pain made him moisture! "No, wait, you lot can't--"
"Is this true, Elly?" his female parent asked the girl, and she nodded in confirmation.
"He doesn't think so, but Lucas really does need to exist wearing diapers. His accidents go beyond bedwetting."
Lucas kept trying to interrupt, but everyone was ignoring him. Trevor handed his mother the plastic bag, and she pulled out and inspected a package of diapers, a pacifier, formula, a bottle, a onesie, fifty-fifty a harness, and worst of all, what Lucas most dreaded, a pack of laxatives.
"He needs to learn to stop playing the big boy, and accept that he has a problem," Trevor explained.
"We recommend buying a crib, a high chair, and a motorcar-seat. Lucas needs help to cope with his problem," Elly persuaded Lucas' mother. She agreed with Lucas' friends, and bade them farewell.
"I'm deplorable I didn't know sooner," she apologized to her son. "If I had, I would've done something. You lot should exist very grateful to Dusty."
"But mom, I really don't--" he was forced to pause, as his female parent stuck the new pacifier in his mouth.
"You expect here, I'll fetch that beautiful clothes!" she cheered. Lucas looked down at himself; a baby all around. Booties, ball mittens, a diaper, plastic pants, and even made to suck on a pacifier. There was nothing he could do to stop this from happening, he was utterly helpless. His tears were all wasted, all he felt was submission.
His female parent returned, and dressed him in the outfit he wore from Dusty's. "You make such an adorable babe girl, Lucas!" she exclaimed. "We've got the whole twenty-four hour period ahead of u.s.a., why don't we pick out your new bed? I think we accept a booster seat somewhere, that'll be a temporary solution until we discover a proper car-seat!" She rushed to the garage to set up Lucas' short-term seating organisation.
She appeared almost empty-headed when she returned. She took out the harness Trevor donated to her, fastening information technology around Lucas' body as if he couldn't find the car on his own, and lifted his dress to bank check on his diaper. Lucas had completely surrendered; what could he practise? No matter what he could say or do, he was going to exist sleeping in a crib tonight. He let himself exist led into the garage, hoping that anytime this might all be over.
Source: https://www.deviantart.com/fingerfish/art/Lucas-Diapered-at-Thirteen-638279323
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