    A DIFFICULT 11 YEAR OLD

    A Difficult 11 Year Old - Chapter 11 - New Diapers

    	Matthew was beginning to get used to wearing a footed blanket
    sleeper to bed every night, and even though he would never ever
    admit it to anyone, he was actually starting to enjoy it. Once
    again as the weekend began to approach, Matthew noticed that he
    was starting to run out of diapers. On Wednesday night he noticed
    that he only had one diaper left (for Thursday), that meant that
    he would run out of diapers on Friday. By now he came to realize
    that bad things always happened on Fridays. On Thursday morning he
    reminded his mother that he was running out of diapers and she
    just responded that she "would handle it". That answer made him
    very nervous. When he got home from school on Thursday afternoon
    he immediately checked his dresser and sure enough all he had left
    was one more diaper. Again on Friday morning Matthew reminded his
    mother that he had just used his last diaper and needed some more,
    his mother responded that she would "take care of it". All day
    long Friday, Matthew kept wondering what his mother meant by
    "handling it" and "taking care of it". When he got home from
    school on Friday he again checked his dresser for a new supply of
    diapers and sure enough there weren't any. The rest of the day
    Matthew spent in a nervous sense of anticipation, knowing
    something was going to happen that evening, but not knowing what.
    	After dinner was over and cleaned up, Sandra asked Matthew to
    come with her into her room. Matthew knew that this was it and his
    stomach quickly filled with butterflies as he reluctantly followed
    his mother into her room. As he entered the room, his mother
    instructed him to close the door and to have a seat on the bed. As
    he sat down on the bed his nerves were getting the best of him and
    he began to feel like he was on the verge of having to throw up.
    	His mother began by explaining to him that since he had
    started to wet the bed so many months ago that she had spent a
    small fortune on GoodNites and disposable diapers, well over a
    $100.00 thus far and that she simply could not afford to keep
    buying him disposable diapers. Matthew sat there in complete
    silence and begin to feel a sense of shame over having caused his
    mother such a hardship.
    	Sandra continued on that she had done some research on the
    Internet and had found several companies that make cloth diapers
    for adults and older children. She explained that cloth diapers
    could be washed and used over and over again and thus were much
    more economical.
    	Matthew could see her point, and even though he didn't relish
    the thought of wearing a cloth diaper he was somewhat relieved
    that this was all there was going to be to it, he had worried all
    day over nothing. He even wondered to himself: "How would a cloth
    diaper feel? Would it feel soft against my skin? Would it be
    bulkier then a disposable diaper?"
    	As he sat there thinking to himself, his mother continued on
    how cloth diapers were completely different from disposable
    diapers. "For starters" she explained, "cloth diapers must be
    pinned on, there are no adjustable tapes to put them on with. And
    it's going to be impossible for you to lay on your back and pin
    the diaper on yourself tight enough to keep it from leaking."
    	"What?!?" Matthew asked, his thoughts of this being "no big
    deal" being dashed to pieces.
    	His mother explained: "From now on I will have to help you
    get ready for bed, and I will have to put your diaper on you every
    night."
    	Matthew could not believe his ears. "NOOO" he said, "Why
    can't I put on my own diaper?" he asked in complete disbelief at
    what he was hearing.
    	"Because you have to lay flat on your back to put the diaper
    on and if you were to try to pin it in place by yourself you would
    have to sit up to reach the pins and then you could not pin it in
    place tight enough while sitting up to keep it from leaking," She
    again explained.
    	Matthew kinda of sorta understood what she was saying, but
    the thought of his mommy diapering him every night was more then
    he could bear. "Don't they make any other kind of cloth
    diapers......without pins?" he asked through as he began to tear
    up.
    	There was actually all kinds of different cloth diapers that
    did not require pins, but Sandra was not about to tell Matthew
    that. She assured him that there were not any other type of cloth
    diapers. She then started in again on how there was nothing wrong
    with him for him to being wetting the bed every night, so until he
    stopped wetting the bed he had just better get use to WHATEVER she
    decided to use to control his bedwetting.
    	"Oh wonderful," Matthew thought to himself, "the old 'this is
    for your own good' line". Matthew began to cry realizing his
    mother was not going to give up on this diapering him every night
    idea.
    	"Look at you," Sandra said in disgust, "Crying like a little
    baby. Maybe you should spend all day in a diaper like a little
    baby until you can learn to act like regular 12 year old boy."
    	The memory of spending an entire day in his footed sleeper
    was still fresh in his mind and he knew that if his mother wanted
    to, that she could make him spend an entire day in a diaper.
    Matthew tried to pull himself together, but the thought of
    spending an entire day in a diaper was more then he could bear. He
    also felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness at his
    predicament; he knew there was nothing he could do to get out of
    having his "mommy" diaper him.
    	"Oh for crying out loud," his mother said, "I can't stand to
    watch this. I'm going downstairs to watch TV. When you're finished
    crying like a baby, let me know." And with that she left the room
    and left the door open so that Jenny and Paul could hear him
    crying.
    	When she got downstairs, Paul asked her why Matthew was
    crying. She explained that she had bought him some new diapers and
    that he did not want to wear them.
    	Matthew buried his head in his mothers pillow and cried his
    eyes out for nearly a half an hour before he was finally able to
    regain his composure. When Sandra heard that Matthew had stopped
    crying she went back upstairs to her room to check on him.
    	As she entered the room Sandra asked Matthew if he was
    finished crying. Matthew nodded YES. "Are you ready to be
    diapered?" she then asked. Again Matthew nodded YES and he again
    fought back the tears over being asked such a question by his
    mother.
    	Matthew was then instructed to take off his shirt and pants
    and socks and shoes. As he stood there in just his T-shirt and
    underwear his mother told him to lie down on the bed and remove
    his underwear. In the meantime Sandra went to her closet and
    pulled a large bag of supplies. When she returned to the bed, she
    pulled out a couple of diapers and told Matthew to lift up his
    butt so she could slide the diapers underneath him. Matthew felt
    very vulnerable lying there naked in front of his mother and
    quickly complied with her instructions hoping to get this over
    with as quickly as possible. Sandra slid the diapers underneath
    Matthew and carefully positioned them correctly. She then reached
    inside her bag and pulled out a bottle of baby oil.
    	Matthew immediately asked: "What's THAT?!?"
    	"It's baby oil," his mother responded, and then explained:
    "Disposable diapers pull the moisture away from you skin to
    prevent a diaper rash, but with cloth diapers the moisture stays
    next to your skin, so to prevent you from getting a diaper rash
    I'm going to use baby oil and baby powder just like I use to use
    on all three of you when you were babies and in diapers."
    	Again Matthew could not believe what he was hearing. As if
    wearing a diaper wasn't bad enough..... As if having his mommy put
    his diaper on him wasn't bad enough .... now his mother was going
    to rub him down with baby oil on the most sensitive part of his
    body. Once again Matthew began to cry as his mother poured a small
    amount of baby oil on him and began to rub it in.
    	"Now cut that out!" Sandra told Matthew in a very firm and
    disgusted voice. "The way you're carrying on you'd think I was
    beating you to death. A little bit of baby oil never hurt anybody.
    Besides if you don't like being treated this way, you can always
    stop wetting the bed."
    	Matthew continued to whimper as his mother took her time
    applying the baby oil and rubbing it in. Even though he hated
    having his mother touch his genitals he couldn't help but to get
    excited. Sandra laughed and told her son: "If I didn't know better
    I would swear that you were enjoying this." And she continued to
    rub him down. Fact of the matter was that Matthew WAS enjoying it.
    These were new feelings for him and didn't know what to make of
    them. He began wondering what type of pervert he was for getting
    excited by having his mother touch him and diaper him. Sandra then
    told Matthew to lift up his butt so that she could put oil on it
    as well. Matthew complied with his mother's instructions wanting
    to get this very bad experience over with as soon as possible. He
    felt very vulnerable and helpless and he carried out his mother's
    instructions; he was beginning to feel more and more like a real
    baby.
    	After she was through with the baby oil Sandra then got the
    baby powder and began powdering her 12-year-old baby. As the aroma
    of the baby powder entered Matthews' nostrils he realized that not
    only did he look like a baby in a diaper, but now he was going to
    smell like a baby, too. Even though he did not want to smell like
    a baby, he found the smell of the baby powder somehow pleasing and
    comforting. This was something he could not understand for the
    life of him.
    	Once again Sandra instructed Matthew to lift up his butt so
    that she could powder that as well. Matthew reluctantly complied
    and Sandra finished up the powdering by adding a very liberal
    amount of baby powder to the diaper underneath Matthew's rear end.
    	Finally Sandra began pulling the diapers into position. She
    started with the first one and after a few adjustments she pinned
    it tightly in place. Matthew could not explain it, but the feel of
    the soft cloth again his skin felt like heaven. He had never felt
    something so warm and soft up against his skin. Of course these
    feelings of intense pleasure greatly confused the pre-adolescent
    young man.
    	Next, Sandra took the second diaper and pinned it in place
    the same way. By now Matthew was beginning to feel the bulkiness
    of cloth night diapers and again he could not understand why
    wearing a bulky diaper was exciting him so much. His mother then
    said that she wasn't sure how many diapers Matthew would need to
    keep him and his bed dry and then decided to put a third one on
    him "just to be sure" that his diaper would not leak. She pulled a
    third diaper out of her bag and had Matthew lift his butt so that
    she could slide it under him and then she pinned it in place as
    well. By now the bulkiness of three diapers was overwhelming to
    Matthew. He had never experienced anything like this before and he
    could not understand why he was in such a state of ecstasy on the
    worst night of his life.
    	Finally Sandra went to her bag of supplies and pulled out the
    biggest pair of plastic pants that Matthew had ever seen. They
    were yellow with nursery rhyme pictures all over them. Sandra had
    Matthew lift his feet up so that she could pull the plastic pants
    over them. She slipped the pants over one foot first and then the
    other and pulled them up as far as they would go. Matthew once
    again had to lift up his butt so that his mother could pull the
    plastic pants into position. Sandra then carefully tucked Matthews
    diaper inside of the plastic pants. She then stepped back to
    admire her handiwork.
    	"Let's get a good look at you," Sandra said as she extended
    her hand to her son and helped him off of the bed. "Now aren't you
    a sight" Sandra laughed as Matthew stood up in full view. As he
    stood up he really began to feel the bulk of three diapers. If
    fact he was surprised that he could not stand up completely
    straight because of the massive bulk of three diapers between his
    legs. His mother laughed as he tried several times to stand up
    straight, not being successful in any of his attempts. Matthew
    turned beet red over the embarrassment of his predicament but he
    also had the biggest and hardest erection of his lifetime.
    	"Now let's let you take a look at yourself," Sandra said as
    she guided Matthew over to the full-length mirror that hung on the
    back of her door. Once again Matthew could not walk "normally"
    because of the bulkiness of the diapers and had to half walk, half
    waddle over to the mirror. As he looked into the mirror he could
    not believe his eyes. Standing there in just a T-shirt and a
    diaper he truly did look like a big baby. He began to cry as he
    continued to examine his own reflection in the mirror.
    	Sandra began saying to Matthew: "Now did you benefit yourself
    by putting up such a fuss and crying so much over having to wear a
    diaper?"
    	Matthew just stood there in silence. His silence irritated
    his mother as she told him: "I ASKED YOU A QUESTION.... Did you
    benefit yourself by carrying on so?"
    	"No" Matthew sobbed.
    	His mother continued: "Did you get out of having to wear a
    diaper?"
    	"No" Matthew responded.
    	Once again she asked: "Did you get out of having me put your
    diaper on you?"
    	"NO!!" Matthew screamed through his tears.
    	"Watch your mouth, young man!" she warned him and then
    continued: "When will you ever learn? This is just like your
    sleeper, you cried and carried on so, but that didn't change a
    thing. All you did was get yourself punished and spent MORE time
    wearing it then you would have if you would have just put it on in
    the first place." She continued her lecture: "When will you learn
    to do what you are told without putting up such a fight?" She then
    asked: "You do realize that you must be punished for your
    disobedience?"
    	Matthew nodded Yes and then Sandra said: "Perhaps you should
    spend the entire weekend in your new diaper just like you had to
    spend time in your sleeper before you got use to wearing it."
    	Matthew begged her not to make him wear the diaper all
    weekend long, but his pleas fell upon deaf ears. Sandra then very
    firmly told her son: "Every time you disobey me your punishment is
    going to get harder and harder until you learn your lesson and do
    as you are told the FIRST time. Now let's go downstairs so your
    brother and sister can see you in your new diaper."
    	With that Sandra grabbed Matthew's hand and drug him out of
    the room and down the stairs. When Jenny heard all of the
    commotion she looked up and saw her brother coming down stairs
    wearing his new diaper. "How Cute!!!" she howled in delight. She
    watched the two of them finish coming down the stairs and then she
    said to Matthew: "Come on over here so I can have a closer look at
    you."
    	Matthew reluctantly complied with his sister's request and as
    he got closer to Jenny, she turned to her mother and asked: "Where
    in the world did you ever find such an adorable pair of plastic
    pants to fit such a big baby?"
    	Sandra replied that she found them on the Internet and that
    there were a lot of people young and old just like Matthew who
    enjoyed wetting themselves and liked wearing diapers and being
    dressed up like big babies.
    	Matthew again began crying and through his tears sobbed: "I
    don't like wetting myself or wearing an diaper."
    	Sandra replied that he must enjoy it because Doctor Johnson
    could not find anything wrong with him to cause him to wet the bed
    every night. And that he could prove that he didn't enjoy it by
    stopping his bed-wetting, at which time she would start treating
    him like a regular 12-year-old boy. But as long as he continued to
    wet the bed every night, then he had better get use to being
    treated like a baby.
    	Matthew stood in the middle of the living room without a word
    to say in defense of himself. Jenny then grabbed him by the arm
    and pulled him closer to herself. "Come on over here closer", she
    said, "And let's take a closer look at those nifty plastic
    panties." Matthew turned beet red. His sister continued her
    teasing. "Look here Paul, here's Humpty Dumpty. Do you remember
    what happened to Humpty Dumpty?"
    	Paul giggled as he recited the Nursery Rhyme: "Humpty Dumpty
    sat on a wall. Humpty Dumpty had great fall. All the kings horses
    and all the kings men couldn't put Humpty back together again."
    	"Very good Paul," his sister commended her youngest brother
    and then continued the same process with the rest of the pictures
    on the front of Matthew's new plastic pants. When they were done
    with the front side, Jenny grabbed Matthew by the shoulders and
    turned him around so her and Paul could recite all of the nursery
    rhymes of the pictures on the backside of his plastic pants. When
    they were all done, Jenny asked her totally humiliated brother if
    he liked his new diapers and plastic pants.
    	Matthew answered her by yelling out "NO!"
    	His mother immediately stopped him and said: "Matthew
    Caldwell, you watch your mouth! And you be nice to your sister,
    you never know when you might need her to change your diaper for
    you."
    	Matthew gave his mother a look of shocked disbelief as Jenny
    laughed hysterically. She then stuck her hand inside of his
    plastic pants and felt his dry diaper and began asking: "Is baby
    wet yet? Has he peed his pants? Does he need a change?"
    	"Cut it out!" Matthew yelled at his sister as he pulled her
    hand out of his diaper.
    	"Oh, get out of here you big baby," She told him and them
    patted his diapered rear end as he walked away. Matthew walked
    over to the end of the couch and sat down and sulked and cried to
    himself the rest of the evening.
    	After about an hour, Sandra announced to her children that it
    was time for bed and then asked Jenny to go up to Matthew's room
    and get his pajamas and bring them back down stairs and then help
    her brother get dressed for bed.
    	Jenny immediately complied and ran up the stairs to go get
    Matthews footed sleeper for him. When she returned to the living
    room she asked her brother: "Now how are we going to do this?"
    Finally she had Matthew lie down in the middle of the living room
    floor and put his feet up in the air. She pulled the sleeper over
    one leg and worked the foot into the proper position and then did
    the same thing with the other leg and foot. She then had Matthew
    stand up and pulled the sleeper up over his diaper and then
    grabbed one of Matthew's arms and forced it into the sleeve and
    pulled it into place. She then did the same thing with his other
    arm and then zipped up the sleeper all the way to his neck. She
    then teased her brother: "Dere, Dat should keep you nice and
    snuggly warm all night long." She laughed as her brother turned
    beet red again. "All right, now why don't you run off to bed," She
    said as she turned him around to face the stairs and then gave him
    another pat on his diapered behind. And then turning towards her
    mother said: "I just love doing that!"
    	"Well, you're going to get lots of opportunities to do that
    this weekend" and then Sandra explained to Jenny about Matthew's
    punishment for putting up such a fuss and fight over putting on
    his new diapers.
    	Sandra then followed Matthew up the stairs and to his room
    and helped "tuck" him in bed. She then reminded him that babies do
    not change their own diapers nor do they dress themselves, so that
    when he woke up in the morning he was to keep his diaper and
    sleeper on until either she or Jenny decided to change him. And
    then she concluded with a stern warning that if he dared removed
    either his sleeper or his diaper that he would be in more trouble
    then he could possibly imagine.
    	"What could be worst then this?" Matthew thought to himself
    but he knew that his mother could find something more embarrassing
    and more humiliating to punish him with if he failed to obey her.
    	Being alone in the bed, Matthew finally got the opportunity
    to fully enjoy his new diaper. Once again the softness and
    bulkiness of three diapers greatly excited the young pre-
    adolescent boy and he began getting an erection like he had never
    gotten before. He turned over onto his stomach and began rubbing
    his penis up against the soft diaper and quickly climaxed. This
    was the most wonderful experience he had ever had up to this point
    in his life, but needless to say it greatly confused him. Once
    again he began wondering what sort of pervert was he for diapers
    to be such a turn on for him. He tried to contemplate what it all
    meant, but quickly drifted off to sleep having been totally worn
    out mentally and emotionally from the events of that evening.