# Seth's Really Bad Lie

Summary: An 18-year old boy tries to lie to his mother to convince her that he needs to wear diapers, but it blows up in his face. This is my first story, so I'm sorry if its not very good. E-mail me your thoughts.

(Part One: "Falling Down")

Seth rushed across the college parking lot towards his first class. He was late for Business class, again. Being on time to that class was a goal he'd given up on early in the semester. Seth wasn't exactly known to be a morning person. But then again, not many eighteen year-olds are.

It was early December, the last day of classes before Christmas Break to be exact. The year's weather was unusually cold, and as a result there was at least three inches of snow on the ground. Despite the snow, Seth insisted on wearing sandals and clothing of the summer variety. As he dashed across the parking lot, it never hit him that his choice of footwear could possibly change his life forever.

There was a patch of black ice at the end of the parking lot nearest to the building. Seth was in such a hurry that he barely even noticed when he began to slip. Before he could even react, he was on his back looking up to the sky. All he could feel was a dull pain in the back of his head, and then the world went fuzzy.

When Seth woke up, he found himself in a room at the local hospital. The dull ache was still present in his throbbing head, but he didn't pay it much attention, as he was busy trying to figure out what had happened that morning. Before too long, his mom entered the room.

"Honey, you're awake! How's your head feeling?" she inquired.

"Kinda hurts. A lot. What am I doing here?" Seth asked quietly.

His mom's expression suddenly turned serious. "You had a concussion. You slipped on some ice and you fell."

"How long do I have to stay here, mom? I hate stupid hospitals. They smell like old people." He quipped.

"The doctor said you'll probably be able to go home in the morning. They need to run some more tests to see if everything's all right. I think that's about it."

(Part Two: "The Lie")

When Seth got home the next morning, his mother sent him straight to his room. The doctor wanted him to rest for a few days before returning to school or work, which meant that his mom wouldn't let him see his friends or his boyfriend either. "Sometimes life really sucks" Seth thought to himself.

However, this gave Seth some time with his secret passion: diapers. Seth didn't know why he liked diapers so much, but he always had. There was something about the feel and the smell of the diapers that comforted him like nothing else in the world. He'd never told anyone about this side of him though, not even his boyfriend Andrew or his best friend Kira. Seth was too ashamed of his interest to even say it out loud to himself.

Seth put on his disposable diaper and climbed into his bed to take a nap. As he lay there, he began to think of ways to make his diapers a bigger part of his life. Maybe even one that could be accepted by his family and friends. Then he had the idea... He could use his accident to make his mother think he *needed* diapers. It was a sneaky and dangerous route to take, but maybe it would work.

Seth took off his diaper and put it back in his closet. He slipped on a pair of his usual briefs and climbed back into bed. Now for the hard part: wetting his bed. Even though Seth loved diapers, he'd never actually used them before. The idea of using them kinda weirded him out. So Seth just lay there and after a while, he was finally able to let it go. Now he just had to wait for his mother to come in and discover him.

About an hour later, Seth's mom came to check on him and discovered his wet bed. She sent Seth to the shower while she changed his sheets and blankets, but while she was looking for clean blankets, she discovered something that baffled her. There were diapers in her son's closet. After some thought, she decided to pretend like she'd never seen them.

After Seth finished his shower, he approached his mom about possibly needing to wear some "protection" because of his accident. His mom put two and two together and realized what her son was trying to do.

"Seth, do you really believe you *need* to wear "protection"?" she asked as she finished making the bed.

"Yes, mom. I don't think I can control myself because of my accident." Seth lied, trying to sound as believable as possible.

His mother tried not to laugh at her son's blatant lie. She decided that she might as well just confront him about what she found in his closet. "I found the diapers in your closet. And I want you to tell me the truth right now. This diaper thing has nothing to do with your accident, does it?"

Seth's eyes went wide. This was not part of the plan. "Um, well, no. I like diapers. I know, I know. I'm a freak. Don't yell at me, because now I feel bad enough as it is."

"I'm not going to yell at you." His mother responded. "If this is that important to you, I'll let you wear your diapers. But you're going to wear them on my terms."

(Part Three: His Mother's Terms)

The idea of her son wearing diapers didn't exactly make her happy. However Seth's mother (Diana) had a method to her madness. She would let Seth wear his diapers, but she would work to embarrass him so badly that he wouldn't want to wear them anymore. Her son liked wearing diapers, but would he like using them? And how would he feel about being treated like a baby?

Diana went through Seth's closet and readied his diaper supplies. She would definitely need to invest in more supplies, but these would do for now. "Here goes nothing..." she thought.

"Seth!" Diana called. "I'm ready for you!"

Seth wasn't exactly sure what his mother was talking about, but he figured he'd better find out. "Yes mom?" He questioned as he glanced around the room, spotting a fresh diaper on the floor.

"Let's get these big boy clothes off you so we can get you into a nice diaper." she cooed in a babyish tone.

"I can diaper myself mom." He protested. "I've been doing it for years."

"I told you.. If you're going to wear diapers you're going to wear them under my terms." Diana looked Seth straight in the eyes. "I will diaper you, and you will wear them 24/7 and you will use them, too. Do I make myself clear?"

The reality of what Seth had gotten himself into suddenly hit him. His mother was going to take this way beyond what he wanted. "I think I changed my mind, mom."

"Its too late for that, honey. If I have to force you to wear your diapers, I will." Diana walked over to Seth and unbuttoned his shirt. She then pulled his t-shirt over his head and unzipped his pants.

Seth was extremely embarrassed to be standing in front of his mother in nothing but tighty-whities. His face turned all shades of red, but deep down he knew that the worst was yet to come.

Diana pulled down his briefs and motioned for him to sit on the diaper that was spread on the floor. "Lift up, honey," Diana said as she applied lotion to her son's butt and privates. Next she sprinkled some powder on his crotch. Diana then taped up Seth's diaper. "I'm finished, baby."

Now Seth was even redder than before. His mother had just applied lotion to his penis. Just the idea of that made him feel ashamed of himself. Seth stood up and reached for his pants and shirt.

"What do you think you're doing, Sethy?" Diana asked as she smacked his hand away from his jeans.

"I'm putting on my clothes, mom, I can't just walk around like this," Seth responded, becoming slightly irritated.

"Babies don't wear jeans, honey. You can wear a t-shirt if you like, otherwise you'll have to wait until I buy you some new clothes."

This was going so far beyond wear Seth wanted it to go. He wanted to wear diapers, not be treated like a baby. How could he get himself out of the situation he'd gotten himself into?

Diana handed Seth an old t-shirt he hadn't seen in a while. Seth pulled it on and realized that it barely even reached his diaper, let alone covered it. Tears slowly began trickling out of Seth's eyes. Then the doorbell rang.

It was Andrew was at the door. He gave Diana a hug and complimented her hair. "How are you today Ms. Davis?"

"I'm doing pretty good, Andrew." Diana replied. "Its been a pretty strange day, but I have the feeling we'll be having a lot of those around here."

Andrew wasn't sure what she was talking about, so he decided to just jump through the small talk and ask about Seth. "Is Seth home from the hospital? I'm sorry I didn't come and visit him there, but between work and finals I've been completely swamped."

"Seth is in his room, you can head right on back," Diana smiled.

Andrew didn't bother knocking on Seth's closed bedroom door; he just turned the knob and walked right in. What he saw gave him the hugest shock of his life. His beloved Seth was sitting on the bed reading a magazine, wearing nothing but a diaper and a short white t-shirt.

"Um.. Seth, what the hell are you wearing?" Andrew gasped.

This was more than Seth could handle. He looked into Andrew's eyes and began to cry. "Andy, I'm a weirdo. I like diapers. But I don't want this... I tried to trick my mom and now she's treating me like a baby and I don't know what to do. Please don't hate me."

Andrew walked over to the bed and sat down next to Seth. "I could never hate you... I don't understand why you'd want to wear those, but I don't hate you." Andrew kissed Seth gently and wiped some of the tears off of his face. "It'll be okay. I'm here for you."

The two boys began to make out, which soon led to some fooling around. Seth slowly undressed Andrew, and Andrew began to undress Seth. Andrew pulled off Seth's t-shirt, but paused when he got to the diaper.

"Why did you stop?" Seth groaned in the heat of the moment.

"I don't know. If what you said is true, I don't wanna make your mom mad." Andrew answered.

The bedroom door opened and Diana walked in. "I see you boys are... having fun." Diana was fully aware of her son's sexuality. Andrew and Seth had been dating for almost three years, so the idea of the boys "enjoying" each other didn't bother her too much. "I'm sorry to interrupt you boys, but I need to make a few new rules clear. Like all babies, Seth is not allowed to touch his diapers. If I find out that either of you do anything to his diapers, I'm not going to allow you two to see each other. I'm sorry to be so strict, but Seth brought this on himself. I'll be out in the living room if you boys need me for anything." Diana closed the door on her way out and returned to the living room.

"I can't believe this, Andy. I have no rights at all, she's treating me like I'm an infant. Maybe I should just move out and live with you or Kira."

"You know that's not the best idea right now. Your mother is paying for your college tuition, and your car insurance, too. I bet his whole baby thing is only going to last for Christmas Break. That's only three weeks, honey. We just have to go along with this for now." Andrew said as he slowly kissed his way up Seth's chest.

(Part Four: Day Two: Deeper into the Rabbit Hole)

Diana figured that Seth wouldn't wake up until noon or later, so she made it a point to head out shopping as early as possible. She went to the drug store and bought diapers, baby powder, lotion and pacifiers. Diana's next stop was a local store for the mentally challenged. Luckily the store carried adult sized baby clothes and furniture. How could she afford all of this you may wonder? Diana had been saving up to buy her son a new laptop and entertainment center for Christmas. She felt kind of guilty for spending the money on this, but hey, if Seth wanted diapers he would get them.

Seth was still sleeping when Diana returned home. She would deal with putting his crib and changing table together later, but for now she would work on his high chair.

After setting up the high chair, Diana decided it was time to wake her baby boy up. As she walked down the hall to Seth's room, Diana faintly heard a toilet flush. She angrily confronted Seth outside of the bathroom.

"Seth Michael Davis.. What are you doing using that toilet?" Diana questioned.

"I had to pee mom." Seth shrugged and walked back towards his bed.

Diana grabbed Seth by the shoulder and pulled his diaper down to his ankles. She gave him twenty hard smacks on the rear and then refastened his diaper. "Young man, you wanted diapers and now you have them. Part of wearing them is using them. I thought I could trust you, but I guess I thought wrong."

Seth was told to sit and wait on his bed while his mother went to get something for him. Diana returned with a red onesie and some fresh diapers. She instructed Seth to lay down on the floor and lift up while she slid two disposable diapers up beneath his butt. She powdered and oiled him and taped up his "dydees". Next Diana asked Seth to stand so she could dress him. Seth wanted to protest, but he remembered Andrew's advice. Diana dressed him in the red onesie, which Seth soon realized he wouldn't be able to get out of without someone's help.

The bulk of the diapers between Seth's legs was more than he was used to. He had to waddle around like a toddler now. When he saw himself in his full-length mirror, he saw himself as what he had become: a big baby.

"Its time for breakfast, Sethy!" Diana smiled and grabbed his hand. She led him through the house to the kitchen, where he saw his new high chair waiting for him.

"I'm not using that! This is far enough mother!" Seth screamed. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"I suggest you get into your high chair, honey. Unless you want to be spanked again that is."

With that said, Seth realized he was better off just getting into the high chair. He climbed up onto the chair, and his mother locked the tray down. Throughout all the commotion, Seth hadn't even realized that he needed to poop. Diana began feeding her son Cheerios, spoonful by spoonful. Eating so slowly really bothered Seth, but he was more concerned with preventing himself from messing his diaper.

After Diana finished feeding Seth, she turned on the small kitchen TV and told Seth to watch it while she took a shower. She left him locked in his high chair, just in case he got any ideas while she wasn't around. Unfortunately, Seth couldn't hold it any longer. He filled his diapers with hot poop, and it smooshed all through his butt crack and crotch. He had never felt more embarrassed or ashamed in his life, but he knew things would only get worse.

To be continued...

(Part Five: The Morning Continues)

Diana returned from her shower about twenty minutes later. The smell flowing throughout the kitchen was a big indicator of what had happened.

“Mom, this is going too far.” Seth complained.

Diana prepared herself for another argument. “Seth, we’ve gone over this. You know the rules. If you don’t stop complaining I’ll leave you to sit there until you do.”

Sitting in the mess longer was the last thing that Seth wanted. “Alright mom, can you please change me?”

“Yes, honey.”

Diana unlatched the high chair and led Seth up to the bathroom. She figured it would be much easier to give him a bath than to clean up the mess any other way. Diana ran the bathwater while she undressed her son.

“Mom, what are you doing? I can just take a shower myself.” Seth asked, knowing the response he would probably get.

“Babies can’t wash themselves, Seth. They need to be taken care of in every way.” Diana answered.

Diana led Seth into the bathtub and began to clean him. She washed his hair and soaped and scrubbed his entire body, including his privates. This made Seth extremely uncomfortable, as it would most people. Seth could not believe that he had actually gotten himself into this situation… It seemed like such a good idea!

After the bath was over, Diana dried Seth off and led him into the living room. She instructed him to stand still for a minute while she went and got his clothes for the day. Diana returned with two diapers, another onesie, and a pair of very babyish overall shorts. Seth’s jaw dropped. He knew by now that it was pointless to question it though.

Diana dressed Seth in his new outfit and then told him to play some PlayStation while she got some work done. Seth didn’t really think much about the implications of this, he was just glad to be able to do something to get his mind off of his situation. While Seth played his game, Diana assembled Seth’s new crib.

(Part Six: Lunch and Naptime)

Seth got the urge to pee while he was playing his game. After a slight struggle, he flooded his diaper. He didn’t feel it wise to disturb his mother, so he just continued playing.

When lunchtime rolled around, Diana emerged and led Seth back into the kitchen. Seth figured lunch would be just like his breakfast: fed to him by his mother. Diana handed Seth a bottle of milk and told him to drink. She walked over to the cupboard and returned with two jars of baby food.

“Mom… Come on, that’s disgusting. I can’t eat that.” Seth pleaded.

Diana didn’t even respond. She just dipped the spoon into the stained vegetables and then slipped into Seth’s mouth. It tasted horrible. Seth forced himself to swallow it, but it got harder and harder with each “bite”. Diana also made it a point to get as much of it on Seth’s face as she possibly could. The embarrassment just keeps on coming, Seth thought.

The straw that broke the camel’s back was what came next. Diana let her son out of the high chair and led him by the hand back to his bedroom. That was when Seth saw the crib for the first time.

“THERE IS NO FUCKING WAY! I will wear these diapers, I will use them. I will eat baby food and whatever the hell else you’re gonna make me do, but I WILL NOT do that. I will NOT get in that thing, and there’s no way you can make me!” Seth shouted on the verge of tears. He never thought it would come to this.

Diana pushed Seth to the ground and began to undress him. She pulled his diapers down and began to spank him as hard as she could. “Seth, you put yourself in this position.” Diana said calmly as she spanked him. “Don’t make me up the ante, because I will.”

“You can’t do shit.” Seth responded, wishing the words back as soon as he said them.

“Fine Seth… From now on, there’s a new rule. No talking. Babies don’t talk. If I hear one word come out of your mouth, I will spank you harder than you’ve EVER been spanked. Understand?” Diana pulled a pacifier out of her pocket and stuck it in her son’s mouth. “This had better be in your mouth when I come back after your nap.” Diana then changed Seth’s wet diaper and put his onesie and overalls back on him. She then goaded him into climbing into his crib, which she then locked. “Have a nice nap honey.”

Seth began to cry. On top of everything that had already happened, now he wasn’t even able to talk. Well he could, but it wouldn’t lead to anything good. He had to poop again, but he was going to do his best to hold it as long as he could. He just hoped to God that Andrew was right about Diana only doing this over break.

(Part Seven: Andrew Visits Again)

At around 3 o’clock, there was a knock on the Davis’s door. Andrew had come by to see how Seth was adapting to his new situation. Andrew took this opportunity to talk to Diana about what was really going on.

“Mrs. Davis, why exactly are you doing this to Seth?” Andrew asked.

“Well… Mainly because I knew he was lying to me. The idea that he lied about something involving the accident he had just struck me funny. I don’t want my son to grow up thinking that he just can just lie about things to get his way. I just want to teach him a lesson.” Diana answered.

Andrew sort of understood where she was coming from. “How long is this going to last?”

“That depends on Seth.” She replied.

After the conversation with Diana, Andrew went into Seth’s room. He didn’t expect to find Seth sleeping in a crib. Andrew walked over to the crib and peeked in at his sleeping boyfriend. As Andrew watched Seth, he thought about how cute his boyfriend was… even dressed like this. A slight smile appeared on Andrew’s face, but was soon chased away by an odor. Seth must have messed his diaper being falling asleep. Andrew unlocked Seth’s crib and tapped him just enough to wake him up.

Seth sat up and felt the mess spread through his diaper. He looked at Andrew and realized that Andrew must smell what he’d done. Seth wanted to say something, but he couldn’t. His mother would spank him, plus there was the pacifier. This was too much. It was all bad enough, but to be messy and in this situation in front of Andrew was horrible. Seth began to cry. Not just little tears, but full-blown sobbing.

Andrew didn’t mean to be patronizing to his boyfriend… It wasn’t his intent at all. But given the situation Seth was in, it just felt natural.

“Aww… Don’t cry baby. It’ll be okay.” Andrew said as he began to tickle Seth’s stomach.

Seth just glared at him, trying not to laugh.

Andrew continued, “Smells like someone needs a change, Stinky. I’d better get you into some cleaner gear.” Andrew practically dragged Seth out of his crib and onto the floor. Andrew then undressed Seth and started to clean him up. This was actually sort of pleasurable for Seth. For the first time all day he actually felt oddly happy. As Andrew powdered and lotioned his privates, Seth got an erection. Andrew ignored this though, and finished changing Seth into fresh diapers. Andrew finished dressing his boyfriend and led him back into the living room where a playpen now stood. Andrew gave Seth a hug and then helped him into his new playpen.

Andrew stood over Seth for a couple of more minutes, talking baby talk and cooing at him. This was turning Seth on a great deal for some reason and Seth reached up and grabbed Andrew’s crotch. Andrew knew this was a bad idea, so he smacked Seth’s hand away saying “bad baby”.

Once again Seth began to cry.

To be continued….