Chapter 4

	I awoke to the horrible scent of my dirty diaper. I shifted to 
look around, and my bottom started to burn and sting. I looked over my 
shoulder and was barely able to see the thick Pampers containing that 
horrid mess. I shifted so I could see them better. The diapers crinkled 
loudly and the burning came back. The gooey poop from the night before 
had turned cold and lumpy.
	I yelled "hello" a few times before Ms. Matthews unlocked the 
door and came in and began to unlock the crib.
	"My, my….it smells like someone made a poopoo! Josh, did you make 
a surprise for Ms. Matthews? Yes you did you little stinker!"
	I blushed and put my face into the crib. Ms. Matthews put one of 
her high-heeled feet into the lowered crib siding, lifted me up, and 
set me down with her thigh between my legs. My loaded diaper squished 
and crinkled loudly. She hugged me tightly into her breasts and bounced 
me on her knee. The cold lumpy poop worked its way back up into my 
crack and up my lower back. It felt horrible.
"I'm going to let it slide since you've had a stressful night, and 
maybe you forgot our little rule. You are not to speak unless spoken 
to. If you need your diaper changed, you can cry. And then, maybe….you 
will get changed. Understood?"
	"Yes ma'am."
	"Good boy."
	Next Ms. Matthews set me down, grabbed my wrist and led me into 
the kitchen. There was an oversized highchair with restraints bolted to 
the sides. I wasn't very surprised. I thought for a second about asking 
to have my diaper changed. Only for a second. Then I thought about 
crying, but knew I couldn't just yet. Ms. Matthews lifted me up and set 
me down in the highchair. My messy butt slammed against the padded 
chair. Undoubtedly done on purpose. My hands locked into the leather 
restraints, and the little tabletop locked into place. I squirmed to 
get comfortable. My butt was really starting to burn now.
	Ms. Matthews brought out three little jars of baby food, 2 bran 
muffins, and two bottles of milk. For the next half hour she fed me 
from the little jars. It was all disgusting and I had to fight not to 
vomit. She kept shoveling it into my mouth, spoonful after spoonful. 
She also managed to get it all over my face. Obviously to add to my 
embarrassment. She made airplane noises, and made jokes about how the 
food would soon be in my diaper. The muffins weren't too bad. They did 
seem a little out of place with the baby food and bottles of milk.
	When the baby food was all gone, she unlocked me and sat me on 
her lap to bottle-feed me. With the seat of my diaper crunched against 
her inner thigh and my face tucked between her shoulder and breast, Ms. 
Matthews shoved the bottle into my mouth and said "drink your baba!" I 
blushed and started to suck. It wasn't even milk! What the hell was it? 
Whatever it was, it was gross! Getting the milk out of the rubber 
nipple was hard and took forever. During the 2nd bottle, Ms. Matthews 
reached down and rubbed my diaper seat. It burned and I grimaced while 
sucking. She continued to lightly spank, rub, and scrunch the thick 
diaper in her fist. I could tell she was loving every minute of this.
	When the bottles were finally empty I was taken back into the 
nursery and laid down on the changing table. I wasn't restrained this 
time. The diaper change was bad enough. Ms. Matthews ripped the tapes 
and slowly pulled the diaper off my stomach and lowered it down between 
my legs with a loud crinkle. It sounded like peeling tape off of a 
role. Unmistakable. I felt part of the mess being pulled away from my 
crotch and bottom. The cool air hit me and immediately made my butt 
start to itch. I squirmed, but didn't dare reach down there. I did look 
down to see what it looked like though. It was worse than I though. I 
immediately blushed and put my head back down on the changing table, 
completely humiliated.
	"Oh my….you've made a big, stinky mess in your diapers for Ms. 
Matthews haven't you. Well get used to it. I bought a months worth of 
diapers and you're going to load up every single one of them."
	After being wiped clean, Ms. Matthews commented on my diaper 
rash. "Looks like somebody's got a little rash. Better get used to that 
too" she said with an evil grin.
Next I was carried into the bathroom and put in a tub filled with 
lukewarm water. Every inch of my body was scrubbed except my privates 
and bottom. "Get up on your knees so I can scrub your little weewee." I 
blushed yet again, but obeyed. She soaped the rag and scrubbed me 
roughly between my legs. And then in my crack. She patted my bottom and 
told me to sit back down. After a rinse, she picked me up in a towel 
and dried me while sitting on her lap.
	Naked as the day I was born, she took my wrist and led me back 
into the nursery. Once again up on the changing table. Lotion and 
powder was applied, and another one of those little pills was inserted 
into my bottom. I almost groaned, but caught myself. Then I almost 
started to cry thinking about having to mess my diaper again. Ms. 
Matthews must have seen but didn't say anything. She enjoyed knowing I 
knew that my diapers would soon be messy again. She just smiled while 
pulling a thick Pampers from the package. She lifted up the package and 
told me to look inside. Row after row after row of puffy white 
disposable Ultra Pampers packed tightly inside. "Look at all those 
diapers you're going to use! Won't that be fun!!!"
	Before taping the diaper into place, she reached down below and 
pulled out a thick pad and held it against my butt and crotch. "We're 
going to run some errands today and we don't want you to leak." We were 
going out? How could I go out like this? Diapered? I almost started to 
panic. The diaper was taped tightly in place. The bulk between my legs 
was at least 3 times what it was before. Now I was really wanting to 
panic! Next she pulled out a little pair of blue shorts, a patterned t-
shirt, socks and shoes. Once dressed, she put me down on the floor in 
front of the mirror on the wall. She then reached down and tucked in my 
shirt. I could just barely see any signs of the thick diaper under the 
shorts. Ms. Matthews looked unpleased. She turned me around so I could 
see my backside, then grabbed the waist of the shorts and tugged them 
up until the bulge of my diaperseat pushed through the rear of the 
shorts. "There! That's better!" she remarked with joy. The sides of my 
mouth dropped and I exhaled deeply. "Don't you pout young man or you 
won't get any shorts at all!" I believed her and immediately straitened 
my face. I was dying on the inside though. I looked back at the mirror. 
There was so obviously a thick diaper under my shorts. The cotton 
shorts seemed to mold around the edges of the diaper. The lump that 
stuck out and ran down between my legs was so obviously from a thick 
disposable diaper. Ms. Matthews grabbed the waist and just yanked the 
shorts up further.
	Ms. Matthews grabbed the diaper bag by the front door and took me 
outside. On the way to the car and kept looking around her back and the 
diaper bag and how obvious it was that it was a diaper bag. I could 
even see some Pampers sticking out the top! I could see the little 
cartoon characters and everything! Two bottles were tucked into the 
side pockets! This was going to be really bad. Hopefully I wouldn't 
have to get out of the car. Ever since being told we were going to go 
run errands I had been on the verge of crying. I couldn't believe the 
situation I was in. It just got worse and worse too.
	When we arrived at the station wagon, Ms. Matthews opened the 
back door. What else could possibly be in there but a slightly large 
car seat. With a frown I got in and sat in the seat without even being 
told. Ms. Matthews grinned and pulled the arm down over my head and 
locked it in front of me. Then strapped my hands into the restraints on 
the sides. Does this lady have any furniture without restraints? Last 
she took a large pacifier with clear rubber straps and shoved it into 
my mouth. After fastening it behind my head, she squeezed the bulb on 
the outside of the pacifier and it inflated the rubber nipple in my 
mouth. It pressed against my tongue and filled my mouth almost 
completely. "Looks like we're all ready to go!" Ms. Matthews said and 
gave me a kiss on my cheek. "Oh wait, I forgot something!" She pulled 
out a bonnet and tied it into place. The humiliation. I closed my eyes 
and frowned. She squeezed my cheeks and told me how cute I looked 
before closing the door. I could barely move. The car seat propped up 
my legs so they couldn't even touch the floorboard.
	We took off down the highway. Several times Ms. Matthews went to 
pass slower cars, or slowed down to let faster cars go by. Every time 
though, she would equal their speed and stay right next to them long 
enough so that anybody who wanted to look over and see the big sissy 
baby in the backseat, could. The worst was a car full of teenage girls. 
They giggled and pointed for what seemed like eternity.
	We pulled into a gas station a few miles down the road. There was 
a little drive in window. A cute girl opened the window. I immediately 
looked away. I was sure she could see me in the back seat, but didn't 
want to know for sure. I definitely didn't want to make eye contact. "I 
bet somebody would like an ice cream. Would you like that?" Ms. 
Matthews teased. "Yes Ma'am" I mumbled under the pacifier.
"Marlboro Light 100's and a small cup of chocolate ice cream please" 
Ms. Matthews said to the drive through girl. After paying, we pulled 
into a parking space and Ms. Matthews fed me the ice cream.
	"This ice cream looks a little like what I found in your Pampers 
this morning. Same consistency too." Ms. Matthews grinned and shoved 
the spoon into my mouth as I turned bright red. When I was done, she 
strapped the pacifier back in my mouth and inflated the nipple. While 
unwrapping her cigarettes, Ms. Matthews said how much fun it was going 
to be to show off her cute little boy to all her friends in town. And 
told me she would drop my diapers, haul me over her knee and blister my 
butt in front of them if I wasn't on my best behavior. I dreaded the 
humiliating day ahead of me. The car lighter popped. Ms. Matthews fired 
up her cigarette, parked it between her lips and pulled out of the 
parking lot towards town.

Chapter 5

	After a few minutes we were driving through town. It was a small 
town. Seemed like there was one main street, and the rest was just 
houses. The kind of town where Ms. Matthews would know everybody. My 
hopes of not having to leave the car were crushed when she pulled up to 
a parking meter and started unstrapping me from the car seat. After 
deflating the pacifier and taking it off, Ms. Matthews ordered to get 
out of the car like a good boy. She had that damn diaper bag over her 
shoulder. Seemed like those diapers that were sticking out of the top 
were even more visible now. When I got out, she firmly grabbed my 
wrist, closed the car door and marched me down the sidewalk.
	Every step was an eternity. Each counted off by the clicking of 
Ms. Matthews high heels. I looked up at her. She was wearing all red. 
Tight knee high skirt, blouse with a rose on one of the breasts, bright 
red lipstick, and a big brimmed hat with roses on it as well. Red also. 
And a black net hanging over her eyes. She looked like something out of 
an old movie. Very proper looking.
	Ms. Matthews was walking at a brisk confident pace. I could feel 
the thick diapers between my legs were making me waddle a little bit. I 
tried to walk in a normal manner but I was too slow and got jerked back 
to Ms. Matthew's side. There were plenty of people out and about to my 
dismay. And everybody looked at us as soon as they heard Ms. Matthew's 
heels slamming into the sidewalk. The first people we walked by were a 
couple holding hands. I looked down at the pavement as they passed, not 
wanting to make eye contact. A second after, I heard "is he wearing a 
diaper?" Next was a group of women standing outside a business talking. 
I looked up for an instant. All three were looking strait at me 
smiling. As we passed I could feel their stare burning a hole right 
through my diaper.
	Finally Ms. Matthews turned to take me into a clothing store. 
Anything would be better than the sidewalk. Or so I thought. As we 
approached the door, a woman was exiting. I could tell by her face when 
she caught a glimpse that she was going to say something. She was one 
of those loud obnoxious women that just loves to chat with strangers.
	"Oh my!!! Isn't he just adorable!!!" the woman practically 
screamed. "Is he wearing a diaper?"
	"He most certainly is" Ms. Matthews responded. "Josh has been 
having trouble acting his age."
	"Uh oh!!! Well that will certainly teach him a lesson!" the woman 
teased. "He looks so cute in a diaper and those little shorts, I would 
be tempted to keep him that way!"
	"I'm debating that." Ms. Matthews giggled before opening the door 
and pulling me in.
	Once in the store, Ms. Matthews almost shouted "hello ladies, 
anybody here???" Immediately three women came running. They must have 
all been good friends because they hugged and exchanged pleasantries 
for what seemed like……a millisecond, before one of them remarked "look 
at this little sweetheart!" Then all the attention was on me.
The ladies cooed over me, and my clothes, and the little diaper bulge 
in the seat of my little shorts. I was bright red in no time and trying 
to block everything out.
	"Can I check his diaper?" one of them asked.
	"Of course" Ms. Matthews responded.
	"I get to change him!" another squealed.
	The woman kneeled down and smelled the seat of my shorts. "I 
don't think he's messy!" Next she put her arm around my waist and 
pulled my shorts down to my ankles, fully exposing my diaper.
	"Oh look at those cute little diapers!" one of the women said.
	The woman grabbed the rear waistband of the diapers and pulled 
them out to take a peak. "He's wearing two diapers?" she said grinning. 
"He must be a little pooper!" I covered my eyes with my arm and they 
all giggled. Next she put a finger into the crotch of the diaper and 
wiggled it around inside. "Not wet either!" The girl who offered to 
change me looked very unhappy. "Ooooh too bad!" she pouted.
	Ms. Matthews must have called ahead to explain the situation. 
These ladies were acting way too normal about this all. Or perhaps Ms. 
Matthews had brought other boys in diapers here. The woman who had 
checked my diaper pulled my shorts off and took me over to a chair 
nearby. She sat down and lifted me up and set me down with her knee 
between my legs. She put her hand behind my head and pressed it against 
her shoulder and patted my back with the other. I was held like this 
while the ladies talked. Ten minutes probably went by before Ms. 
Matthews said we had to get going. One of the other ladies checked my 
diaper and gave me a piece of candy for keeping my diapers dry.
I was choked up until Ms. Matthews swatted my diaper seat. I thanked 
the nice lady for the candy.
	"Let's get these shorts back on you sweetie." One lady said.
	"Oh its ok, I'll put them on him in the car," Ms Matthews assured 
her. She took the shorts, and my wrist and we were heading towards the 
door. I wanted to freak out so badly but I didn't have time! We were 
out on the sidewalk before I knew it. Two seconds after, a group of 
teenage girls walked past us. You can imagine the comments. The worst 
was "I wonder if there's anything in his diapers?"
	I tried to stretch my shirt so it would cover my diaper. Ms. 
Matthews saw it and tucked the shirt INTO my diapers!!! The swatted my 
butt hard before heading towards the car. Next we stopped at the 
grocery store. Luckily I got to wear my shorts.
	As soon as we entered the store, Ms. Matthews asked an employee 
where the diaper section was. Of course the woman knew they were for 
me. Ms. Matthews knew where the diapers were kept, she just wanted to 
humiliate me further. In the diaper isle Ms. Matthews spotted a new 
diaper. Huggies Sensors. She read out loud that the diaper had a triple 
absorbent pad in the crotch and rear. What made these diapers extra 
special though, was that they had sensory padding that could sense if 
the diaper was wet or messy, or both. When the diaper was wet, the word 
"wettums" would show up on the crotch in juvenile yellow letters. If it 
was messy, the word "poopums" would show up on the rear in brown 
letters. "Now isn't that cute!" Ms. Matthews giggled. "Wow, only 10 
diapers to a package. These must be very thick!" She put 2 packages in 
our cart and made me hold the third.
	I carried the diapers around the store for almost an hour. 
Everybody who saw me giggled, or commented, or did what people do when 
they see a spectacle like me. I started feeling those rumblings in my 
stomach again. I knew what was coming. I thought I could hold it until 
we got to the car. No way. As soon as I found what seemed like a good 
time to let go and get it over with, a group of girls walked around the 
corner and spotted me. I couldn't stop it now. I tensed up my face, and 
held my breath. I giant bubble of poop erupted from my butt and slammed 
into the double thick diapers. The girls almost screamed "he's pooping 
his diapers!" "Oh that is so cute!" "Someone is making a stinky!!!" 
	Wave after wave of sticky poop filled up my diaper seat. When I 
was finally done, I looked around and couldn't see Ms. Matthews. All of 
a sudden she grabbed my arm, pulled me close to her and gave me a hard 
swat on my rear. My legs nearly came off the ground, so you can imagine 
what happened to the messy lump in my diaper. The girls who had been 
watching erupted into uncontrollable laughter. Ms. Matthews probably 
knew what was in my diaper, but the group of girls definitely knew. My 
eyes welled up and I started to cry from the shame. Ms. Matthews picked 
me up and put me in the little seat for toddlers that's built into the 
shopping cart. I could hear the group of girls laugh for the next 5 
minutes.
	Checking out took forever of course. I went to follow Ms. 
Matthews but she turned me around and pointed back at the big package 
of Huggies on the register counter that we had forgotten. "Josh doesn't 
forget your diapers." She said very loudly. Everybody in ear's reach 
turned and watched me get the diapers and carry them out.
	I started to cry again as we walked across the parking lot. I was 
so embarrassed and humiliated. I was a wreck. Like a two year old who 
couldn't stop crying. I could barely catch my breath. Ms. Matthews told 
me everything was going to be ok, and tried to calm me down. Finally I 
stopped crying and felt a little better. Then I got strapped into that 
car seat, and the pacifier was inflated in my mouth. The disgusting 
mess I was sitting on was starting to burn my bottom again. I shifted 
to get more comfortable, but it just made it worse, and spread the mess 
further.
	Next we stopped at the bank. I was all ready for another round of 
embarrassment when Ms. Matthews said "I'm going in the bank, I'll be 
back in a bit." She closed the door and entered the bank. After about 
five minutes, my diaper was starting to really irritate me. And the car 
was starting to get hot. Thirty minutes later my bottom and crotch was 
on fire, and I was sweating. My diaper felt like a sauna. I shifted for 
some relief and it only got worse. Then I tried using my leg and arm 
muscles to lift my butt off the seat a little. I got tired and even 
more sweaty very quickly. I dropped back down into the seat mashing the 
poop further.
	By the clock on the dash, it had been an hour and still no sign 
of Ms. Matthews. I was in agony. I was sure I would have no skin left 
on my butt. My diaper was a sweaty, itchy, burning mess. You can 
imagine the smell in that hot car too. I started to bawl. My eyes were 
lakes of tears, my nose was bubbling with snot. Two ladies saw me and 
were looking through the car window at me, pointing and giggling. A few 
minutes later Ms. Matthews came out of the bank and opened the car 
door. I started crying even harder. Ms. Matthews said everything would 
be ok, and turned on the air conditioner. I continued to cry the whole 
way home. My butt was on fire and my face was a mess from all the 
crying.
	As soon as we got home, Ms. Matthews took me out of the car seat 
and carried me into the house. I was completely broken and crying like 
an infant. I didn't care anymore about wearing diapers, or sleeping in 
a crib, or any of that. I just wanted my diaper changed. I just wanted 
a dry diaper, and to be held and taken care of.