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Title: | It's Not My Life
Name: | Spam Artiest
Email: | not given
Gender: | Male
Current Age: | 14
Posting Date: | 09/28/08
Story Contents: |
A- Post-toddler (4-8) |  | R- Sisters, other girls | ●
B- Pre-teen (9-12) | ● | S- Babysitters |
C- Teen (13-17) | ● | T- Masturbation |
D- Adult (18+) |  | U- Sexual situations |
E- Cloth diapers | ● | V- Gay |
F- Disposable diapers |  | W- Erections |
G- Pee | ● | X- Bedwetting |
H- Poop | ● | Y- Accidents |
I- Exposed diapers | ● | Z- Punishment/Diaper Discipline | ●
J- Multiple diapers | ● | 1- Female Domination | ●
K- Baby paraphernalia |  | 2- Enemas |
L- Mother | ● | 3- Restraints |
M- Father |  | 4- Crying | ●
N- Aunt |  | 5- Spanking |
O- Uncle |  | 6- Humiliation |
P- Brothers (diapered) |  | 7- Babying | ●
Q- Brothers (not diapered) |  | 8- Regression |
Summary: | Andrew had a life. For about four days until his mum found out she was pregnant, and from that moment on, his life has been dominated.

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    Chapter one; It’s Not My Life

    I looked out the window, and all I saw in all directions where kids
    playing on the street, laughing, and having fun. But the warm fuzzy
    feeling that you get all over didn’t come, and it was replaced with a
    cold bitter feeling of loneliness and isolation from life itself. I
    can’t take this much more. I reach my hand out to the window, and try
    to open it, but it’s locked. I should have none better then to try; of
    course it would have been locked. Everything in my life is locked off
    because of my mum.

    You see, my mum has issues. She believes that if I were to even take a
    step by myself, I would most surely have the sky fall on top of me. So
    as you should have already guessed, she rules my life. Everything. And
    yes I mean everything. When I sleep, when I eat, when I drink, when I
    go to wash my hands, and even when and what I watch on TV. But if you
    noticed, I didn’t put going to the toilet, and that’s because she
    doesn’t even think it is safe for me to use the toilet, instead she
    makes me use the biggest, most thickest diaper you have ever seen, and
    she believes this to be the most ultimate device. It stops me from
    walking, it stops me from going out side, it stops me from making
    friends, and most importantly, it stops me from using the “dangerous”
    toilet.

    Now you make think all that is unfair, but wait until you hear this, my
    younger sister gets to do all the things I can’t. She gets to go to the
    toilet, she gets to go outside, and she even gets to go to school. It
    boils me up inside. She is only 9 and she still gets more rights then
    me, and I am 14! Anyway, just to show you how unfairly I get treated, I
    am going to go through with you step by step of my day.

    Chapter 2; My Day, Without the “My”

    I wake up, but I don’t open my eyes, I don’t want to, I hate having to
    look around my room, how different It is to others. I can’t read that
    well because I haven’t been taught, but I can still look at pictures
    from mums Junk mail to see that 14-year-olds don’t have rooms like
    mine.

    “Wake up, baby brother,” said Anna, “its another bright day!” she said
    in a voice and tone that you would only use with a complete idiot, or a
    2 year old. I groaned, but didn’t get up.

    “Let’s put it this way, get up or I will smack you’re little ass to
    next year,” she said in a slightly less friendly voice.

    Well, that definitely got me moving. I opened my eyes and almost jumped
    to see Anna’s face right in mine.

    “You smell like you couldn’t control you’re poopies again unlike me,
    lets see, I haven’t shit myself like you in 6 years?” she said, with a
    grin on her face. She does this every day, trying to put me down
    further in the house ladder again. She put her hand on my diaper, I
    pulled away, but there wasn’t very much room in the crib, and I hit the
    side. “Yep, looks like you can’t control you’re wee wee either, or
    well” she said with a grin. I closed my eyes, I wish I wasn’t here.
    Anna picked me up and carried me downstairs, with ease.

    I don’t know why I am so small, mum will never tell me, she just says
    it’s because I am a baby forever, but I don’t know, I am sure that I am
    not meant to be a baby forever. Anna sat me down in front of the TV. Oh
    joy, some brain washing. Barney the Dinosaur was the first thing I saw
    on TV, god I hate that thing, then I saw play school, which is just
    disturbing, and then Anna changed it once more to the Teletubbies,
    which I hate. I closed my eyes, and fell asleep, escaping from it all.

    I woke up with a jerk, something was pulling at my waist, and then
    there was this fowl smell.

    “Eww! Mum, why do I have do change the stink butt?” cried Anna.

    “Well, because I am getting ready for work darling,” she replied. I
    opened my eyes, and Anna looked up, “Why do you have to always make
    such a mess!” she yelled at me.

    “Probably because mum never potty trained me!” I thought.

    “WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY, ANDREW!” yelled mum. I guess I was thinking out
    loud. Anna instantly took this chance to get me in trouble.

    “He said that he is in diapers because you never potty trained him,”
    she said, turning and then grinning at me. I started to sweat; I
    shouldn’t have said anything, because what is coming is not going to be
    good.

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    Chapter 3; Punishment

    Mum instantly started her reign of terror by keeping the old diaper on
    me, and adding another 10 layers. I was surprised that she could even
    get that many on, but she did. She stood me up, and my legs were that
    far apart that I could feel my leg muscle ripping and I feel to the
    ground. I started to cry again. Partly from the pain, but more from the
    humiliation.

    “Don’t think crying is going to get you out of this, Andrew, and
    besides, I’m not done yet,” mum said, in a dark voice.

    She picked me up, and took me to the kitchen, and started to prepare my
    bottle. I was surprised; I thought she said that she wasn’t done. After
    I drank my bottle I noticed that both Anna and mum were looking at me.
    This isn’t good. Anna started to laugh, and with that my stomach felt
    like there was a whirlpool in there. Mum smiled.

    “Like the new formula? I added some laxatives just to spice it up.”

    Anna laughed even harder. And that’s when my stomach dropped. And for a
    good 10 minutes I was left in my high chair filling my diaper, and
    barley being able to catch my breath. And finally, it stopped. I heard
    the front door open and mum saying good-bye. And a few seconds later,
    Anna came in, holding a piece of paper, and grinning.

    “Mum left a few instructions, stink butt, and I have full power over
    you” she then walked out of the kitchen, laughing, leaving me to sit in
    my own sorrow.

    *Yet to be continued. I hope you are enjoying*

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