    The Day Everything Stopped Being a Mess

    Summary: A story of a boy moving through life and it's emotions

    It all started when I was eight. Since as long as I can remember I have
    been a chronic bedwetter. But it wasn't until I was eight that my
    parents decided to do something about it. I knew that my parents were
    up to something when it all happened because they were in and out of
    the house all weekend "picking things up". With me being an only child,
    I was never used to them leaving me alone. One night I went to bed like
    usual at around 9:30. I hoped and prayed I would not wet the bed like I
    had the past few nights. When I woke up in the morning I knew my
    prayers had not been answered. My pajamas were soaked and my underwear
    was clinging to my skin. And to boot, I had messed myself. I usually
    don't mess myself, but on occasion it does happen. I froze, I didn't
    know what to do, and before I knew it my mom had walked in. She knew
    what happened without me having to explain it. She picked me up, and
    took me into the bathroom. She laid me on the floor on a diapering pad.
    She removed my pants, all while saying nothing. She took a pair of
    scissors out of the drawer and cut my underpants off from each side.
    Now, usually at this time she would tell me to get up and shower. But
    today was different. She got up and ran a tub full of water. She picked
    me up and placed me in the tub. Still silent, she began to wash my body
    very thoroughly. I hadn't argued with her because she hadn't even said
    a word.

    After she had finished with my bath and dried me off she picked me up
    while I naked, without any clothes or towel, and carried me into my
    room. There she put me down, so I was just standing there naked. She
    then said her first word since the morning.

    "Why?"

    I was stunned. I couldn't think of a reason. All I could do was cry.
    Then my mother grabbed me by the arm in anger and forced me over her
    knee. She proceed to remove a paddle from underneath my bed. She
    spanked me with the paddle over and over again. I stopped counting
    after like one hundred. When she finished I couldn't feel my butt all.
    I knew was it was probably red as hell. She then placed a diaper pad on
    the floor laying me on it. By this time my crying had turned into
    whimpering. She then proceeded to place baby oil on my penis. She
    rubbed it on, not caring about my reaction. My mother had never
    diapered me (except for when I was a baby, of course), but I knew that
    was coming. Later she took baby powder out and sprinkled it all over my
    butt and penis area. Then came the worst thing of all, she placed a
    Pampers XL diaper on me. With her finally doing up of the tapes, she
    said, "For as long as I live you will be diapered!" From that day on I
    was diapered.

    Following this humiliation my mother de-registered me in school. I was
    home schooled by my mother. My days consisted of waking up to a diaper
    change, followed by breakfast, then school, then diaper change. I was
    allowed the rest of the day for fun. When I first started wearing
    diapers my mother tried to get me to learn how to use the toilet. But
    to spite her I decided never to use it. She would place me on the
    toilet every morning. If I had to go I would hold it, sometimes for
    hours. She would then remove me from the toilet. She would re-diaper me
    and that is when I would release my bladder and butt muscles - causing
    a huge mess. But my mother was smarter than that. She was would yell
    and scream and make me stay in my messy diaper. And even worse, she
    would spank me over one hundred times in that messy diaper. As the
    years went on, so did the punishment.

    Fast forward 8 years, now 16 my mother's task of diaper punishment
    continued. By this time I had lost total control of my bladder, but I
    don't think my mom thought the diaper punishment through. As I hit
    puberty things started to change. I began to grow hair around my penis.
    My mother let it grow and then one day she realized it was disgusting
    to have poo on my butt hair and my penis hair. So she took one of my
    dad's Bic's and shaving cream and shaved on my hair off, and she did
    this monthly as to stop all hair from growing. Later she realized that
    electrolysis would be better. So she booked an appointment and we got
    it done. Another downside for my mom that surgery could cure was
    erection and ejaculation. Whenever my mom would rub baby oil I would
    cum on my stomach. She would clean it up and spank me for not
    controlling it. My life was full of spankings and diapering.

    Then one day, when I was still 16 I met someone. Our neighbours had
    moved out and a new family was moving in.... and they had a daughter
    who was about my age. I saw her, she was beautiful, she was fit, and
    had grown into her body perfectly. By the sight of her I had noticed I
    had an erection and had cum in my diaper. I knew I had to get to know
    her.