His tummy was gurgling, it sounded very loud in the quiet of his bedroom but he’d had very strict instructions from his mommy that he wasn’t to leave his bed… for any reason.
Tommy had been a very naughty eight year-old. The previous day he’d knocked over, and destroyed a crystal vase and beautiful bouquet of anniversary flowers his daddy had given to his mommy. He was riding his bike in the house and collided with the display table knocking the entire thing over. So dismayed was he at what he’d done he jumped off his bike too eagerly, caught his foot in the pedals and tumbled in a heap onto the broken glass and squashed the lovely flowers. The fact that he’d been riding in the house, which he knew wasn’t allowed and had now cut himself as he fell, would, he thought, not bring his mummy to carefully tend his cuts, she’d be very angry indeed. She was.
His mother admonished him for what he’d done and then dragged him apologising into the kitchen to get his wounds tended. Luckily, despite ruining the wonderful gift and vase, his mother still administered bandages to the small cuts (he was lucky there was nothing more serious) and, as mommies do, kissed the top of her son’s head before sending off to play quietly elsewhere.
Meanwhile, his daddy had promised to take him to the park so he could kick his football around and perhaps meet up with some friends. However, he got so frustrated that his daddy was taking so long to get himself ready that he started kicking his ball around the garden, another no-no, and yes, it did result in yet more damage as he kicked it too hard and cracked the kitchen window.
This action only left his parents, who were already at their wit’s end, wondering what to do with their troublesome son.
Later, in a moment of temper, Tommy called his two year-old sister Jenny, a ‘poo-monster’ and a ‘smelly poo-ey, stinky baby’ and pushed her over so that she went ‘splat’ into her messy diaper. The fact that his mommy had witnessed this nasty act made the naughty boy pretend it had all been a joke. His mother would have none of it and sent him to his room as she tended to her sobbing, and messy, daughter.
“Right young man”
He knew he was serious trouble because of her tone.
“The report from your teachers is not impressive, you’ve been bullying other children and your clever-clever, back-chatting insolence has won you no friends at school.”
Tommy was about to speak and express his sorrow and apologies, he even adopted his most regretful expression (which usually worked) but his mother held up her hand and continued with her speech.
“We’ve all simply had enough of your attitude, your tantrums and the bullying of your sister, and the destruction of the vase, is the last straw.”
She then reeled off a list of other misdemeanours that he didn’t know she knew about.
“You callously ignore what anyone says and in class you wilfully go out of your way to disrespect teachers and forego even the most basic courtesy.”
Tommy gulped at the litany of other things his teacher had told his mother because there were lots of offenses he hoped his parents would never hear about.
“So… for the rest of the weekend you will wear what you found so ‘funny’ for your sister to sit in… a diaper”
“But, but, I, er,…” Tommy tried to interrupt.
“Don’t interrupt me, you’ve been an unholy terror for the past few months and you’ve been getting worse. Your recklessness and insolence today has been the deciding factor … this has been a long time coming.”
“But mommy, mommy…”
Tears were starting to well in his eyes, this time she could tell that her threat had hit home and for once this was no fake reaction.
“… I can’t wear a diaper I’m a, er, big boy, diapers are for babies.”
“Yes they are aren’t they?” His mother agreed and raised her eyebrows as if emphasising the point.
“And you have been behaving like one… wanting your own way, throwing tantrum after tantrum if you didn’t get it… so now you will be treated as one.”
The floodgates opened and he bawled his refusal to allow it but his mother grabbed him and slapped his bottom. It wasn’t hard but with enough force to make sure he realised she was serious.
“If you don’t do as I say you’ll be in them for school as well, so it’s your choice.”
This threat was more than he could endure. The idea of wearing a diaper when none of his classmates did was something that had him sobbing, he knew he’d be ridiculed by the very kids he’d bullied.
“It’s, it’s, it’s not fair,” he squealed, “why should I have to wear a diaper?”
He was being both petulant and afraid of actually having to wear such an item. Meanwhile, as his mommy left the room, and while he lay sobbing on his bed, he hoped she’d relent like she always did and that he’d gotten away without any real punishment.
It was six fifteen in the evening and his mommy was running a bath for him. She was completely exasperated with his behaviour and knew desperate measures needed to be taken. She also hated the idea of disciplining her ‘little boy’ but knew that it was partly due to such an attitude that had resulted in the situation they now found themselves in. The destroyed flowers and broken window had finally made her react to the situation instead of hoping it would go away. However, she’d calmed down and although he was being a bit grumpy Tommy knew he had to behave.
Even though it was early her eight year-old son meekly stripped when ordered into the bathroom and settled in the suds as his mommy gave him a thorough scrubbing. She let him play with his toy boats for a few minutes whilst she went to retrieve a nice warm towel from the airing cupboard. She was gone some time but returned holding his favourite thick and fluffy bath towel, which had the image of a huge squirrel. She wrapped it around and gave him a meticulous drying down before leading him back to his bedroom. He was in for a shock.
Set out on the bed was one of his baby sister’s disposable diapers, a pair of pale blue plastic pants and an assortment of powders and lotions, there was also his stretchy, cowboy pyjamas. He looked at his mummy and again started to bawl, pleading with her not to make him wear a diaper. He was screaming, getting hysterical and it was only when his daddy came in that his anxiety subsided.
However, any hoped for reprieve from his father was short lived as he told his son in no uncertain terms that any further outburst and he’d be permanently wearing a diaper for school and at all other times as well.
“Do you understand?”
Like his mother, his father was at the end of his tether wondering how to contain his son’s temper and recent unpleasant demeanour. Right on cue the tantrum kicked in and Tommy was having none of it; screaming, scratching and kicking, hoping above hope that his parents would relent and let him be… after all he was eight and not a baby.
It wasn’t to be.
His father dragged his naked son over his knee and gave him a few firm swats. This set him off squealing even more but his protests and weeping were in vain as his father spanked him until he was sure the boy knew who was in charge. Once he’d been subdued his mother quickly powdered her sobbing son, taped him into the tight disposable and pulled up his plastic protection. She then pulled on his stretchy, soft cotton pyjamas, with the elastic cuffs around the wrists and ankles though there was no disguising the thick bulge underneath the cowboy pattern.
A tear streaked Tommy looked more like a sobbing four year-old but his parents were being firm; bed now and no getting up playing with toys, reading or watching TV. His computer was confiscated as well as all his little electronic gadgets and once more told that under no circumstances, and they meant ANY circumstances, was he to leave his bed until morning.
Tommy was beaten, mentally and physically, and rolled over onto his tummy and buried his tears into the pillow. He’d never been spanked before, in fact, he’d hardly ever been disciplined before and didn’t know what to make of it, except it hurt and he didn’t like it. The huge bulk between his legs emphasising that he was now nothing more than a little baby as far as his parents were concerned, and he could do nothing about it, unless he wanted his daddy to spank him again, which he didn’t.
He cried at the injustice of it all. His sister was younger than him but was still up and watching TV with his mommy and daddy, whilst he, a grown up eight year-old, had been put to bed in a diaper. His daddy had placed Pooh Bear next to him and he clung onto his favourite plushy thinking at least he wouldn’t turn against him. He was even thinking that his little sister had planned all this just to get him into trouble. It never occurred to him that it was his own actions that had made for such an outcome. He was still turning this over in his head when, exhausted by it all, he feel asleep.
Saturday morning and he woke up to find that his tummy was gurgling, it sounded very loud in the quiet of his bedroom but he’d had very specific instructions from his mommy that he wasn’t to leave his bed… for any reason.
Despite the thick padding between his legs now feeling substantial it hadn’t stopped him sleeping heavily all through the night, however, he needed to go to the toilet. He wasn’t sure of the time but could hear no movement from any of the family and wondered if he dare make the few feet from his room to the bathroom. The pressure on his bladder made him desperate for a pee; in fact, the gurgling also meant that he needed to make it pretty soon or it would be too late. He lay there in pain trying desperately not to burst when thankfully he could hear the nearby toilet flush and he called out to his mommy that he needed to go.
His daddy came into the room and looked down at his son.
“Are you going to be a good boy today?”
Moving closer he bent down to face the boy.
Tommy was scared, after all it was only last night that this man had spanked him and he could feel there was still a slight soreness to his bottom.
“Huh uh.” Was the only response he dare make.
As the pressure to pee grew more intense he wriggled uncomfortably under his sheets though for some reason was just too timid to say anything to his daddy.
“Well that’s a good boy. Mommy will be making breakfast in a moment and then we’ve got a day at the park planned.” He ruffled his son’s hair. “You’re not grounded for today but you will do what we say or there will be consequences.”
His father wasn’t sure if his young son knew what the word ‘consequences’ meant but because of the tone he delivered it in he hoped would make abundantly clear what would happen.
Tommy dare not so much as utter a single word; he just looked wide-eyed up at his father and nodded.
Once he’d received that understanding he pulled away the boy’s covers and looked to see if his pyjamas were still covering the bulging protection.
“Are you wet?”
Tommy shook his head but his father didn’t quite believe him so gently pulled at the waistband and slipped his hands down the front of the plastic pants to check.
“OK slugger. Well done but, as mommy told you last night, you’ll be wearing these the entire weekend and, because you thought it funny to tease your sister, the toilet is off limits for you.”
There was a look of disbelief from Tommy as his daddy emphasised that the diaper was there to be used.
At the thought of him having to use his diaper tears once again began to form and a look of complete dejection filled his face. His daddy almost relented but his wife and he had both decided that drastic action was needed to stop Tommy from getting completely out of control.
“But daddy,” he snivelled finding his voice “I’m not a baby. I’m, I’m not Jenny.”
“OK son, I know this is difficult but, you have been very, very naughty and when you are you get punished. You’ve been very cruel to your sister and you’ve been doing things when expressly told not to, so now…”
“But I’m not a baby, it’s so unfair… I’m, I’m….” he snivelled.
“Sorry son but you’ve broken the rules and you need to be disciplined so, for this weekend at least, you are going to be treated like Jenny. She’s too young to understand right from wrong and it would appear so are you. So, for the time being its diapers for you.”
Tommy was completely distraught and flung his arms around his daddy.
“Please daddy, don’t make me wear… oh… er, I need to go now.”
With that sudden movement Tommy felt a brief pain as his bladder reached bursting point and no longer had any control as he let go. Whilst crying in embarrassment, and clinging to his father in support at what was happening, a warm rush of pee swamped his diaper.
His daddy patted his son’s padded bottom as the boy continued to weep and his bladder empty.
Almost unbidden something else seemed to react to his loaded diaper which he couldn’t stop as his gurgling bowel decided it needed a way out. Even as his father stoked his bottom he could feel the disposable filling up and soon the odour was accompanying the action.
Tommy was still gripping his daddy, weeping like when he was a baby and had just packed his diaper, so his father hugged him tightly until the tears had begun to dry up and he’d calmed down.
“Sorry daddy,” he whispered, almost too embarrassed to admit to what had happened.
“That’s OK son,” He patted the mushy mess in his full diaper, “let’s go and get breakfast.”
“But daddy, I’ve, er, I’ve…”
“Yes I know but yesterday you found it funny to shove Jenny over and make her sit in her own messy diaper didn’t you?”
The enormity of his crimes where now just about dawning on him. Yes, he had found it funny to make his sister sit in her mess and, with his parents being unaware he’d done it several times before. Also, he knew he shouldn’t have been riding his bike in the house as he’d been warned on many occasions it wasn’t safe to do so, and he’d ruined a special present… and…
He began to fill up as his daddy gently led him by the hand from his bed and down to the kitchen. The messy mass in his diaper made it uncomfortable to walk properly. He didn’t want his mommy or Jenny to see him like this and hoped his PJs would hide his accident. He hadn’t noticed how much more obvious his diaper was now it had expanded with the liquid he’d deposited in it.
Still led by his father he nervously waddled to the table and reluctantly sat down in his squishy mess. Jenny, being encouraged by mommy, was trying to feed herself and at the same time both caught a whiff of Tommy’s full diaper.
“Tommeee done poo-poo.” Jenny said giggling between mouthfuls but carried on eating as if it was quite normal.
His mother took pity on him.
“Don’t worry sweetheart, we’ll get you all cleaned up after breakfast when we see to Jenny.”
Never had Tommy’s bowl of cereal been so tasteless. The sugary flakes he loved so much were of no consolation as he shovelled them in knowing that his bottom was surrounded by poo. It wasn’t nice and now knew how terrible it must be for Jenny to have to wear a diaper all the time, carrying around her own mess and waiting for someone to clean her up. His bottom lip trembled as he sulked into his bowl of soggy cereal.
Though he was only eight, Tommy was beginning to understand the magnitude of what he’d done and that his recent behaviour came with penalties. He didn’t quite think of things in those exact terms, but he knew that there was going to be no immediate escape from the extra padding.
He sighed and wriggled uncomfortably in his seat, too late to grasp that he was just spreading the stuff around making him feel dirty… and a baby. He had no recollection of this feeling when he was a baby because he was potty trained very early on and out of diapers just as quickly. He kept thinking he was a big boy and big boys shouldn’t be wearing diapers but, he was and hoped he could change his parent’s minds.
Once breakfast was finished mommy lifted Jenny from her high chair and carried her upstairs gently encouraging Tommy to go ahead of them both. He was most uncomfortable with his waddle and hated that his mommy and sister could see (and smell) the sticky mess bulging out his PJ bottoms.
Normally he was such a vibrant boy, always noisy and talkative now he became quiet and submissive, all he wanted was to be cleaned up and out of the dirty diaper. Tommy started to go into his own room but his mother directed him into Jenny’s nursery and towards the plastic pad that was laid out on the floor.
“OK sweetheart, I’ll see to Jenny first and then I’ll sort you out…” she pointed towards some of his sister’s toys on the floor, “just keep yourself occupied where I can see you until I’ve done.”
He certainly didn’t want to play with any of her dolls and other girly stuff but lying amongst them all he noticed the Tigger stuffed toy, one he loved and that used to be his. Even though he was a big boy his current situation meant he wanted some comfort and without thinking he tentatively walked over and picked it up.
“Hello Tigger,” his voice was almost unheard as he held it to his chest.
His mother noticed the distant look on his face as she quickly got down to wiping and powdering her youngest who was soon changed and dressed for the day. Her nappy and pink plastic pants just visible below her smart little pink and lilac dress, which held her pink binkie fastened on a ribbon.
Mommy called Thomas over and had him lay out on the plastic pad like Jenny, who was now busy with her dollies, and proceeded to remove his pyjamas. Thankfully they were still clean, the plastic pants and expanded disposable managing to contain all what Tommy had deposited. Tommy hated his mommy doing this for him, after all he was a big boy and he could it himself. However, like she did with Jenny, she insisted that he let her do everything and any protest or petulance would result in further punishment.
He was clearly warned that any, and she did mean any, protest or reluctance to do as he was told would result in a severe spanking… and she wasn’t joking. He took this threat seriously.
Tommy’s clean up took much longer - with wipes, a wet flannel and a host of lotions and powder being used before his mommy wrapped him in a fresh clean disposable. This one was much larger than the last and seemed to fasten well up his belly. It hugged his small genitals and crinkled loudly as she made sure it was snug before adding a pair of pink plastic pants like Jenny’s.
He obviously didn’t like the thought of wearing pink when they were planning a trip to the park.
“Can’t I have my briefs if we’re going to the park? Please mommy, please…. What are my friends going to say? I…”
The words, excuses, reasons came tumbling out of his mouth as he squirmed and tried his best to make his mother change her mind.
“Thomas… be still.” She ordered.
“I said… be still and be quiet. If you make this any more difficult than it is you’ll be wearing these to school. Now that’s your option… and you’ll still be wearing these for the rest of the day.”
He stopped squirming and burst into tears, his mommy’s tone had carried authority and he knew she wasn’t going to change her mind.
She pulled the plastic pants into place but, with the disposable being so large its waistband was higher up his tummy than the plastic reached.
After she’d put Tommy to bed the night before, and realising that her daughter’s disposables wouldn’t be large enough for Tommy, she’d gone out to buy a different, larger brand for older toddlers. Though it did look enormous on him, and if truth be told looked a bit strange, she wasn’t going to transmit that thought to her son and hoped that once dressed no one would notice. Having said that she also hoped it would soak up a great deal and therefore wouldn’t have to be changed quite as often.
She pulled him to his feet and smoothed the slick pink vinyl around his hips and made sure everything was tucked in where it could be. She couldn’t get over how cute his little pink padded bottom looked as she led him into his room to finish getting ready.
He rushed to his closet and grabbed his new blue jeans and his pale blue hoodie, which he hoped would hide the thickness of his diaper. However, as it was forecast to be a hot day at the park, she ignored his choice and fished out a plain red t-shirt with matching checked shorts, whilst a pair of white socks and leather sandals completed the ensemble.
“Ohhhh…Mmmmooooommmm,” he whined, “please let me wear these.”
He held up his jeans and new trainers; Tommy was nothing if not a trendy young boy.
He hated sandals and whined they were too childish as his mother fastened them on. He desperately wanted his expensive ‘super blue’ trainers but she thought they were too nice for the park and besides, he looked adorable as she stood back to admire the finished effect.
Meanwhile, Tommy was on the verge of bursting with anger. He hated the diaper, he really hated the pink plastic pants and he definitely didn’t want to wear something he thought made him look like a stupid four year-old on vacation.
She could tell he was on the verge of throwing another tantrum so got in first.
“Tommy, you look terrific and besides, I said you’d be treated like Jenny and she has no say in the clothes she wears… or on anything else for that matter.”
He stamped his feet and was about to rage against the injustice of it all.
“Don’t worry sweetie… no one can tell you have a diaper on”
This wasn’t strictly true, the padding was quite palpable but she needed to placate her boy.
Once she saw he was slightly calmer she gave him final instructions.
“Now listen to me. I don’t want to hear any whining or complaints and when we get to the park you need to be on your best behaviour… and play nicely with Jenny.”
She gave him a stern look.
“You need to prove that you don’t need to wear a diaper like Jenny by acting grown up…”
She realised that wasn’t quite true.
“However, for this weekend you are to use your diaper for what it’s for and I don’t want to hear a single word of argument.”
She wanted him to know exactly why he was being punished.
“You thought it was funny for Jenny to sit in her messy diaper - well you are going to have that same experience. It won’t be nice but you will learn… do you understand?”
The look on her son’s face was both sulky and angry but he knew he had no option.
“Do you understand?” She insisted he responded.
He nodded as more sniffling broke out.
The large park was one of the best facilities near where Tommy lived. It had a large safe play area for tots, next to a more adventurous play space for slightly older children. There was a drinking water fountain, a sand pit (though few people actually played there these days, far too many dogs had used it for their business), swings, a roundabout, slide, a see-saw and various climbing frames. There were gardens, which were well tended when in bloom, and masses of green space for everyone to enjoy.
In the distance there was an old man throwing a ball for his dog to retrieve, older boys were chucking a Frisbee around, a small group played catch, another few, semi-naked, screaming boys dressed in shorts were enjoying a game of soccer. Packs of girls of all ages wandered along the pathways, and all around were masses of people appreciating the sunny weather and taking full advantage of a pleasant Saturday morning.
All around the park were groups of kids and families of all sizes, it was a place where many people liked to go and relax. Some were having picnics, whilst others were just enjoying ‘people watching’ and there were plenty of people around to watch.
The place was a hive of activity.
Tommy’s mother had spread out a blanket and was sitting down arranging the diaper bag and the usual stuff parents have to bring when they have a toddler in tow. However, now she had ‘two’, she really was happy to set the heavy bag down and relax in the sun. Father was lightly pushing Jenny on one of the kiddie swings; she was all giggles and excitement as she moved back and forth, her hair blown about and father encouraging her with each gentle shove.
Tommy was standing around feeling uncomfortable. He wasn’t happy that he was out in public and wearing a diaper which, despite his mommy saying no one would notice, he thought was the most obvious thing in the park. He had realised that the shorts he wore did in fact have room to conceal his diaper better than his tight jeans would have but still, he couldn’t get over the lumpy, uncomfortable feeling wrapped around his crotch and fastened half way up his tummy.
He had no choice; he had to get through the next two days without upsetting his parents. He definitely didn’t want to be wearing this huge baggy thing to school on Monday. He saw some of his mates walking towards him and froze in trepidation worried that they would start ribbing him over the way he was dressed then notice his bulky protection. He would be the target at school from then on if they knew. However, they just waved and shouted over to him that they were having a kick-about and did he want to join them. His mother nodded her consent but he was reluctant to spend any time with them dressed as he was, he was positive that ridicule would follow his every crinkly move.
He shrugged and said he might join them later and joined his mother on the blanket. She had closed her eyes behind dark sunglasses and was soaking up the rays whilst enjoying the slight breeze. He peered into her large bag and saw there were toys and bottles for Jenny. Some juices and boxes of sandwiches and several disposables, his heart sank when he realised there were two lots and the ones with the blue and pink indicator stripe were his. For some reason, knowing there were more in her bag made the one currently residing under his shorts feel huge and all he could see when he looked down at his crotch was the obvious slick front from the mass of padding stretching the material.
He wanted to complain, he wanted to rip the thing off, he wanted his briefs back and quite by surprise he found he was desperately trying to hold back tears of hopelessness. His mother saw her son’s shoulders droop and his face turn into a scrunched up version of his handsome self. She held out her arms and offered a place for him to find some comfort and for the first time in ages, that’s just what he needed. He squirmed under her arm, his diaper crinkling slightly against his plastic pants but was happy to be hugged close as she soothed her little boy. He’d managed to subdue the growing feeling of anger and what could have been a full scale melt down was contained to just a few heavy sobs. His mother held him whilst he got his feeling under control and gently stroked his hair and patted his pretty padded checked shorts.
“Mommy,” his voice sounded so small pressed up against her bosom, “I don’t want to wear a diaper anymore.”
She continued to stroke his hair and hold him against her warm chest but allowing him to get his thoughts in order.
“I’m sorry mommy. Please don’t make me wear these anymore.”
She didn’t say anything but continued to pat him gently and hug him in consolation. The soft rustling sound as she did making both aware of the disposable’s presence.
He took her silence as possible agreement and was able to relax.
His mother was thinking how sweet he looked in what she’d dressed him in and there was no denying it did make him look a little younger than his eight years. His reluctance to go and play with friends had not gone un-noticed so perhaps having to wear a diaper was making him think twice about his actions. They continued to cuddle, she letting him rest in her loving embrace whilst distractedly stroking his shorts feeling the silky padding beneath. In a strange way it was also consoling her.
He’d dozed for only a few seconds but then it happened. He woke up as the warm sensation in his pants alerted him to just what was occurring and for the second time that day, he was filling a diaper. He was horrified and wriggled uncomfortably in his bulging protection not sure whether to mention it to his mommy or not. The glowing feeling soon passed but he didn’t feel particularly damp. He knew he’d flooded his disposable but just didn’t feel wet. However, as his diaper soaked up everything when he looked down, his red checked shorts stretched even more over the growing smooth bulk beneath.
To be continued…