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Title: | Forced Into Diapers and Babyhood
Name: | Tyler "McLovin" H.
Email: | i_am_mclovin200688@yahoo.com
Gender: | Male
Current Age: | 21
Posting Date: | 05/10/09
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/pantslessness* |  | 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 | ●
*Denotes Deekerian story elements
Summary: | Our story is about an eight-year-old boy and his journey through diapers and babyhood. His name is Timothy but his mom used to call him Timmy. Timothy is very small for his age but is very cute. He's your typical blond haired, blue eyed, adventerous little boy. Enjoy.

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    Chapter One: The Beginning

    Timothy had been in group homes all his life. His parents dropped him
    off on the door step of Mercy Hospital when he was only six months old.
    He became a ward of the state and has been since then. Because of
    Timothy’s small size, he was always a target for bullies. Then to top
    it off, when Timothy turned seven he started to wet the bed every night
    and would have daytime accidents sometimes, too. Because of his wetting
    and being bullied he had become somewhat of a problem child, causing
    delays in his getting adopted. That was until the day the Watson’s came
    to meet him. The shuffled him off into a conference room so that they
    could get to know him a bit better. The room had one couch on one side
    and a loveseat on the other. Timothy sat in the loveseat with his legs
    tucked up under him, looking every bit like a toddler. Mr. and Mrs.
    Watson sat across from him, admiring how cute he actually was versus
    what they had been told over the phone. He had the most angelic face
    regardless of his past. The couple smiled and talked first.

    "Well, it's nice to meet you, Timothy; we've heard a lot about you from
    the workers here," Mrs. Watson said.

    "Yhea, it's nice to meet you, too. What exactly did they tell you about
    me?" Timothy asked.

    "Well, that you're eight-years-old, are pretty good in school, that you
    like to play video games, and that you have a stuffed bear that without
    it you can't fall asleep," Mrs. Watson said.

    "I can't believe they told you about Franky," Timothy said as he
    covered his face with his hands to hide his embarrassment.

    "It's okay, buddy; we actually thought it was quite cute. Mr. Watson
    said.

    "I'm not really cute, ask around, I am a bad kid, a troublemaker.
    That's why no one would ever want to adopt me," Timothy said, near
    tears.

    "But Timothy, we are not like all those other adults that have come to
    meet you. Even though they told us about your record of getting into
    trouble we still wanted to adopt you because we don't care about what
    you did in your past. As long as you want to change for a better life
    then we will help you and be there for you even when you fail," Mrs.
    Watson said trying to reassure Timothy.

    "I never really wanted to be a bad boy but I had to protect myself. I
    get picked on a lot so I had to learn how to fight. Then when those
    same people came to pick on me I stood up to them and I usually won
    then. After that I just started hanging out with the wrong crowd and
    got caught up in the whole lifestyle," Timothy explained.

    "I can understand why you did what you did, Timothy, because I had to
    do the same thing when I was your age, because I got made fun of a lot,
    too. But trust me, that’s not the kind of life you want to live," Mr.
    Watson said.

    "I only did it because if I didn't protect myself in this place who
    would have?" Timothy asked.

    "Well then, let us adopt you and let us protect you. I mean that's what
    parents are for, to love and protect you," Mrs. Watson said.

    "If you don't mind my asking, Timothy, what was it that the other kids
    made fun of you about?" Mr. Watson asked.

    "I guess I don't mind. Ever since I turned seven I started wetting the
    bed every night and then started wetting during the day, too. The worse
    part of it all is the way this place punishes you for accidents. They
    make you strip down in front of everyone and then they spank you. There
    were times when I thought about dying, and that it would be better if I
    had died," Timothy said.

    "Don't say that, Timothy. I can understand how you feel, honey, but
    suicide is never the answer. It is just a permanent solution to a
    temporary problem. You can trust me when I say you'll never be spanked
    for having an accident with us, we have a better way of dealing with it
    and I'll bet you'll be a lot more happy," Mrs. Watson said.

    "Now, please accept our request to be your new parents so we can take
    you out of the horrible group home," Mr. Watson said.

    "I'll be your son on one condition," Timothy said with a serious face.

    "What is it, honey? We'd do anything for you," Mrs. Watson said.

    "Just promise me that you'll never send me back and that you'll never
    stop loving me, okay?" Timothy said and they both came over to hug him.

    "You have nothing to worry about, Timothy; we'll never leave you." Mrs.
    Watson said.

    Chapter Two: A Way New Life

    It only took Timothy ten minutes to pack everything he owned, mainly
    because he had very little to his name as it was. He came out of his
    room carrying a small duffle bag in one hand and his stuffed bear in
    the other. Mr. and Mrs. Watson thought he just looked so cute, just
    like a little toddler.

    "So you ready to go now, little guy?" Mr. Watson asked cheerfully.

    "Yhea I'm ready... um... mister... uh..." Timothy stammered on because
    he didn't know what to call these people.

    "You can just call us mom and dad if you're comfortable with it
    Timothy," Mrs. Watson said.

    "Well, I was just wondering if I could call you guys mommy and daddy
    because I never knew mine?" Timothy asked timidly.

    "Of course you can call us mommy and daddy, Timothy, that's what we are
    now after all," Mr. Watson said.

    "You can call me Timmy if you want, because that's what everyone else
    calls me," Timothy said with a very cute smile.

    "Well, we can work more things out once we get you to your new home.
    You ready to get going, Timmy?" Mrs. Watson asked, anxious to leave
    this place.

    "Yhea, I'm ready to leave and never look back," Timothy replied,
    anxious to leave as well.

    When Timothy stepped outside and saw the Watson's black Escalade he
    nearly passed out. The Watson’s were very rich people. Mr. Watson
    worked as a civil engineer for the government and Mrs. Watson owned her
    own medical supply company that was based online. Together they pulled
    in enough money that Timothy would be well taken care of in his new
    home.

    He was so amazed by the huge S.U.V. that he hardly talked on the two-
    hour car ride to the house. When they finally did pull up to the house
    he was again amazed. It looked like a mansion to him even though it was
    only three bedrooms and 2 1/2 bathrooms. It did have a very spacious
    backyard however, with a twelve-foot-deep swimming pool.

    "Well, what do you think of your new home so far, Timmy?" Mr. Watson
    asked.

    "It's so huge. I can't believe I get to live here and wish I had grown
    up here," Timothy said.

    "You can trust you'll be well protected here, Timmy, for the rest of
    your life," Mr. Watson said.

    Mrs. Watson unlocked the door and opened them.

    The inside of the house was more beautiful than the outside was huge.
    The place was furnished with great furniture. The Watson’s led Timothy
    into the living room to tell him how his new life was going to be.

    "Now, Timmy, we have to go over some rules. First off, because you
    never had parents growing up you'll get your wish to grow up in this
    house." Mrs. Watson said.

    "I don't get what you're saying, mommy," Timothy said innocently.

    "I mean that we are going to treat you like a baby when you are at
    home. When you do go back to school, which won't be until next year,
    you will wear normal big boy clothes there but will wear baby and
    toddler clothes when you are here at home. Also you will be wearing
    diapers now all the time because of your wetting accidents," Mrs.
    Watson said.

    "I actually think the diapers are a good idea, and have always wanted
    to try wearing the again, but the whole idea of being babied, is it
    some kind of punishment for being a bedwetter?" Timothy asked confused.

    "Of course this is not a punishment. A doctor told us the best way to
    get you to feel comfortable in this new family setting was to allow you
    to re-grow up and that that would also help you cope with the trauma of
    losing your birth parents," Mr. Watson said.

    "Well if you guys think this is best then I'll go along with it,"
    Timothy said.

    "I'm glad to hear it, honey. We'll go over some of the other rules
    later. For now let's go get you diapered and ready for bed," Mrs.
    Watson said then picked Timothy up off the couch and carried him easily
    up to his new nursery.

    Once in side she laid him down on the changing table and took his socks
    and shoes off. Then she unbuttoned his shorts and pulled his underwear
    and shorts off together. Then she lifted his shirt over his head. She
    grabbed a few wipes and cleaned his diaper area. Then she reached down
    under the table and grabbed the baby powder, giving Timothy a nice
    coating. Then she pulled out a suppository and slid it into his butt.
    He didn't really like that but he decided not to say anything. Then she
    grabbed his new diaper that was specially made by the medical supply
    company Mrs. Watson owned. They were a dark green and were almost three
    inches thick. They had four very wide tapes and a real babyish tapping
    zone. She unfolded the diaper and lifted Timothy's butt off the table
    by his ankles, just like a real baby. She slide the diaper under him
    and then lowered him gently back down onto it. She spread his legs
    apart and pulled the front of the thick diaper up to his belly button
    and taped all four tapes snugly closed. Then she slide his feet into a
    baby blue footed sleeper and zipped it up in the back. She carried him
    over to the rocking chair that was across the room. It was only now
    that Timothy had seen it, along with his big crib, a dresser containing
    nothing but toddler clothes and some baby toys lying around. Mrs.
    Watson unbuttoned her top and began to breastfeed Timothy. He quite
    enjoyed this and was fast asleep within twenty minutes. Mrs. Watson
    replaced his breast with a pacifier and lowered Timothy down into his
    crib. She covered him up and gave him a kiss on his forehead. The she
    pulled his covers up and tucked him in. She turned out the lights,
    closed the door, and that was the end of Timothy's first day as a
    diapered toddler who was really eight.

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