    My Diaper Life (I Wish)

    Summary: This is a fantasy about how I wish my life were. Although I
    currently do engage in diaper play, it has never been with another
    person. Nobody knows my secret. This story is about a boy my age and
    his diaper punishment.

    Peter is a 17-year-old boy who is a slight troublemaker and lives with
    his parents' best friends, his legal guardians. His parents were killed
    in a car accident when he was 11, and left him to their VERY strict and
    traditional friends in the hopes that he would be raised to be a good
    person.

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    Peter awoke to the annoying buzz of his alarm clock. He hated having to
    get up early on a Saturday, but he knew he had chores to do. As he
    groggily reached over to turn it off, he noticed the cold dampness
    around his belly.

    "Oh no!" He thought. "This is the second time this has happened! Aunt
    Beth and Uncle Dan are gonna be so pissed off!" Peter got out of bed
    and began gathering his soaked bedding in the hopes that he would be
    able to wash them and his wet pajamas before he was caught. Peter was a
    small boy, only 5'4 and barely 120lbs, and stripping the bedding from
    such a high bed was still sort of difficult, even for his age. He laid
    the sodden material in a pile and began to strip off his soaked
    clothing. Just as he was about to off his boxers, there was a loud
    pounding on the door. Peter's heart jumped in his throat.

    "Y-yes? What is it?" He stammered.

    "Come down for breakfast, Beth made pancakes for ya and they're gonna
    get cold." Dan called back fairly cheerfully. Peter stood still until
    he heard Dan's loud footsteps disappear down the hall. He breathed a
    sigh of relief and pushed his soaked bedding into the closet and
    changed into some dry clothes. He would have to wait until they were
    gone to wash the bedding. Peter walked downstairs and sat down at the
    kitchen table to a big, steaming pile of pancakes and fresh squeezed
    orange juice. He wolfed down four, and when he was on his second large
    glass of OJ, Beth walked in.

    "Good morning, hunny!" Aunt Beth greeted. She walked over and leaned
    down to kiss him on the head. Just then, she wrinkled her nose as the
    strong odor of stale urine drifted up from the boy. "Ew, hun, you need
    a shower."

    Peter almost dropped his fork in shock. He hoped she didn't realize
    what that smell was.

    "Sorry. I don't really have time this morning." He replied, meekly. His
    face was turning red from embarrassment, and it was obvious he was
    trying to hide something.

    "Well, you smell like pee. You didn't wet the bed did you, young man?"
    She asked, all traces of cheeriness gone.

    "No. No ma'am. Just must have sweated last night or something." He
    lied. Peter had hoped he would get away with it, but Beth was a lot
    smarter and was less trusting of him due to his recent string of
    misbehavior.

    "If I find out you're lying to me, you're gonna get it. Do you
    understand me?" She threatened.

    "Yes, Ma'am." He groaned. Beth got up from the table and walked into
    the living room and up the stairs. When she opened the door to his
    room, the stench of pee hit her nostrils. Beth stormed over to the bed,
    which was still damp and had no covers on. Her temper flared, and she
    called to Dan at the top of her lungs. Hearing the anger in her voice,
    Dan rushed in.

    "What? What is it?" He asked.

    "That boy lied to me. He wet his bed and he LIED about it! I've had
    enough of this! We're good to him! TOO good to him, and he's been in
    trouble in school lately, he's been disrespectful. His grades are
    slipping and I'm afraid he's going to get into some serious trouble
    with the law! We HAVE to do something!" She ranted.

    "Ok, ok. I totally agree. Why not do what your parents did to your
    brother when he acted up? You know. Start him over as a baby, and we
    can try and re-train all his behavior."

    "I guess we don't have any other options. Grounding him doesn't work.
    We'll have to go back to spanking him though too." She said. Dan nodded
    in agreement.

    "Right. So here's what we'll do. I'll lock the bathrooms up and you can
    give me the key while you go out and buy him some diapers and order him
    a hospital sized crib. I'll act like nothing is wrong. Be back here in
    an hour or so, ok?" he said. So they went about their plan.

    Peter, who was just finishing up his pancakes and his third serving of
    orange juice, sat nervously in the kitchen. He heard the arguing
    upstairs, but wasn't positive if it was about him. Not wanting to be
    yelled at for sitting around when there were chores to do, he got up
    and took out the trash. His full belly was sloshing around as he walked
    down the stairs and down the long gravel driveway to the trashcans. He
    looked around. His nearest neighbors, the Carmichaels, were having
    breakfast on their porch. He could barely make out the image of his
    crush, Jenny, and his penis stiffened at thoughts of her. She was much
    to beautiful to ever want to pay attention to a short trouble maker
    like himself. Nevertheless, she waved, and Peter felt his whole day had
    been made. Just as he was approaching his house, Aunt Beth drove past
    him on her way to the store and tooted the horn to say bye. A guilt-
    ridden Peter waved at her too, and went back inside. As he went in, he
    caught the first whiff of his stench.

    "Man, I really do stink!" He thought to himself. He went upstairs in
    the hopes of taking a shower, but found the door to be locked.

    "Uncle Dan! Why's the bathroom door locked?" He called out.

    "Oh, Beth must have accidentally locked it. Oh well." he replied. Dan
    snuck off to watch TV, forgetting completely about his chores. As he
    sat there, Dan was upstairs disassembling his bed, and Beth was on her
    way back home with many bags of disposable diapers, cloth diapers,
    plastic pants, large bottles, laxatives, and a dummy-gag that she had
    bought at a side trip to a sex toy shop. He jumped as he saw her small
    red car pulling back up the driveway and remembered that he'd forgotten
    to clean the kitchen and vacuum the living room. Peter went to go grab
    the vacuum from the hall closet, but Dan called out to him.

    "Peter, sit you ass back down on that couch. No use trying to hide the
    fact that you didn't do your chores. I was up here the whole time. I
    didn't hear that damn vacuum once." Dan bellowed, as he trudged down
    the stairs. Peter knew he was in for at least another lecture as Beth
    came in from the kitchen, bags in hand, and met him with the same angry
    stare.

    "Ok, young man. I asked you earlier if you had wet your bed. You LIED
    to me and said no. Not only that, but you also were lying by trying to
    cover it up. We are sick and tired of your disobedience, your bad
    attitude, and your misbehavior in school. From now on you're going to
    be treated as the baby you're acting like." Aunt Beth said sternly.

    "This means, that you are going to be diapered and spanked like a
    disobedient baby would be." Dan yelled. "Stand up right now." he
    ordered.

    "Why?" Peter asked.

    "Don't back-talk. DO IT!" Dan bellowed. Peter stood. "Take off your
    pants." Peter, having been spanked by them before, obeyed, knowing that
    it would have been worse if he hadn't. He stood trembling, and trying
    to cover his small privates with his hand, as he waited for the first
    whack from Dan's belt. It came, quickly. Ten whacks, and Peter had
    tears flowing. A combination of pain and embarrassment had him bright
    red in the face.

    "Lay down on the floor. On your back." Aunt Beth ordered. Peter,
    sobbing slightly, did as he was told, his hands still covering his tiny
    penis. Dan grabbed them and held them over his head as Beth shoved a
    folded cloth diaper under his butt. She began to wipe his genitals off
    with a baby wipe and noted that she would have to shave his pubic hair,
    or he would get a nasty rash. As she was wiping him, he noticed his
    penis beginning to stiffen and groaned from humiliation. It was still
    flaccid, but it was noticeable to him. Then she began to rub baby oil
    into his hair-less bottom and between his legs. She squirted a generous
    amount on his privates and began to rub them in, more so than would
    have been necessary if he didn't have hair. The sliminess of the oil
    and her gentle rubbing caused Peter's slight stiffness to turn into a
    full blown erection. This did not please Beth.

    "Young man! You disgusting little boy! That's what happens when you
    masturbate... any slight touch down there and you get an erection! This
    will have to be punished as well!" She said, and slightly smacked his
    four inch hard-on, causing him to wince, even more so, when she yanked
    it downward to pin up his diapers. She slid on the plastic pants and
    sent him up to his room to think.

    Peter waddled up the stairs, extremely embarrassed. As he walked, the
    friction from the diapers rubbed against his boner making it even
    harder. He sat up in his room and, after a few minutes of moping about
    his new situation and lack of a bed, picked up his book and started
    reading. He wasn't up there thirty minutes before he felt the three
    glasses of orange juice in his bladder. It came on fast and strong.

    "Uncle Dan? Sir?" He called out from his doorway. He heard footsteps
    and waited to be answered.

    "What do you want, Diaper boy?" Dan sneered.

    "Sir, I have to go to the bathroom." He muttered. Dan laughed.

    "That's what your diapers are for!" He replied.

    "But you can't be serious!" Peter whined, the pressure now to the point
    that it was becoming urgent.

    "Oh we're dead serious. You can either wet now, or wet later. But
    you're going in that diaper." Dan said and stormed down the hallway.
    Peter slammed his door and slumped down in the corner. He was going to
    hold it as long as he could. He sat there and tried to cross his legs,
    even though the bulk of the diaper made it difficult. Five minutes
    later, Beth opened the door and a delivery team followed her in with
    some boxes. Peter yelled from embarrassment and turned into the corner,
    trying to hide his diapers.

    "Don't worry, kid, we already know!" Chuckled one of the deliverymen.
    Peter stood in the corner, his hand desperately clutching at his penis,
    trying to hold it in, as the men assembled his crib. He started
    groaning and hopping up and down and in front of everybody, his bladder
    lost control and warm pee filled the front of the diaper. He stood
    there with a relaxed expression on his face and everybody began to
    giggle. As the warm wetness surrounded his penis and balls, he noticed
    how pleasurable the new sensation was and his dick once again sprang to
    attention.

    "There. Now it was silly to wait so long." Aunt Beth commented. She got
    up and squeezed the front of the diaper to check if it was soaked or
    not. It wasn't completely saturated, but she did notice his stiff
    member poking at the diaper fabric.

    "PETER! What did I tell you about erections! You're gonna get a
    spanking for that!" She yelled, causing the delivery men to chuckle
    loudly, and Peter to curl up in a little ball from humiliation. The men
    finished assembling the crib, and the adults left the room with Peter
    still crouched in the corner. He dreaded thinking about what was going
    to happen next.

    Part 2

    A few minutes passed as Peter sat in the corner fearing his impending
    punishment tried desperately to get rid of the growing erection between
    his legs. Unfortunately for him, the more he thought about it, the
    harder he got. By the time the delivery men and Beth were climbing the
    stairs with another crate; his penis had swollen to its full length and
    was pulsing. Peter didn’t know why the thought of his wet diapers
    excited him so much. This was a level of stimulation that he had never
    achieved before. His building sexual arousal was cut short when his
    Aunt Beth stormed into the room.

    ”On your feet you dirty boy!” She ordered. Peter slowly obliged. “Now,
    what didn’t you understand earlier about when I said you are not to get
    erections? We’ve had this talk before, little boy; you are not to play
    with yourself! So now you must be punished.” Aunt Beth said very
    matter-of-factly. She pulled down his plastic pants and began to
    carefully unpin his wet diapers. Beth slowly set them on the floor
    inside the plastic pants. Peter’s boner was poking in the air and was
    actually a deep red at the tip with quite a bit of pre-cum oozing from
    the hole. This only infuriated Beth further. The delivery men could not
    stifle their laughter anymore and it only added to Peter’s humiliation
    when they let loose a roar of hearty belly laughs.

    ”See? They also think you are a dirty little boy. And your tiny penis,
    that’s also pretty funny to them. Your constant masturbation has
    stunted your growth, Peter. Just like I told you.” Aunt Beth said.
    Peter hung his head in shame. He didn’t really think jacking off four
    or five times a week was excessive, but she was making him feel like a
    dirty little pervert.

    ”Anyways, turn around.” She said, Peter obliged, knowing what was
    coming next. Aunt Beth began pelting his already sore (and still bright
    red) bottom with the backside of a hairbrush. Peter yelped and cried.
    He attempted to cover his butt with his hands, but she just smacked
    them and hit around them. After twenty five or so whacks, he was
    hopping up and down and crying like a small child. It worked though;
    his hard on was almost completely diminished by the time she was done.
    Then she did the unthinkable. She had him lie on the ground and re-
    pinned his already soggy diapers. The cooled urine in them stung his
    raw behind and it was incredibly uncomfortable and quite painful. Then
    she pulled up his plastic pants. Peter laid there on the ground sobbing
    deeply. The whole situation had gone from humiliating to excruciating
    in a matter of seconds. The repair men were no longer laughing and he
    took notice of the new piece of furniture they were building. It
    appeared to be a changing table of some sort. Like a baby’s, only
    larger. Aunt Beth found what she was looking for and walked over and
    stuck a large pacifier in Peter’s mouth. Surprisingly to him, he took
    instant comfort in sucking it. Then she placed his hands in some stiff
    rubber mittens. He was unable to move them at all!

    ”There! Now you can’t play with yourself, Peter. This ought to teach
    you a lesson or two in self-control!” She said. She reached down and
    took Peter by the hand and pulled him to his feet. “It’s getting to be
    lunch time. I’m sure you’re hungry.” Peter nodded. She escorted him
    downstairs and into the kitchen. He was surprised, although not
    greatly, by the fact that there was a large sized high-chair waiting.
    It was just a little higher than a regular chair, but it had a tray and
    straps all over for his hands and his feet.

    ”Get into your new chair, baby, and don’t make a fuss or you’ll get
    ANOTHER spanking.” Aunt Beth ordered. Peter did as he was told. He was
    too emotionally exhausted to resist much at this point. Beth strapped
    his feet in, spread apart, and his arms down on the armrests. With a
    little effort she managed to slide the tray in place and went to the
    fridge to get him something to eat.

    ”Besides your bottle, what do you want? You can either have turkey and
    vegetables with peach cobbler or you can have chicken and potatoes with
    stewed prunes.” She said. Peter spat out his pacifier and asked for the
    second option, as he hated peaches. Prunes weren’t much better, but at
    least they weren’t peaches. He was surprised to see his Aunt Beth
    pouring cans of baby food into a little bowl.

    ”But Auntie Beth! Can’t I have REAL food?? That stuff looks
    disgusting!” He protested.

    ”Say one more word and you’ll get your butt spanked again AND you’ll go
    without food for the rest of the day.” She said. He knew she meant it
    and resigned himself to eating the goo. It tasted horrible. It was cold
    and flavorless. And his Aunt was purposely smearing it all over his
    face! The stewed prunes were actually quite good, and much to his
    Aunt’s amusement, he ate about a whole cup’s worth. She knew it’d do a
    number on his bowels by the end of the evening. After he gagged down
    the last bites of his food, he was given a large sized bottle of warm
    milk. There was probably close to a half gallon of milk in the bottle
    and it took him forever to finish it. By the time he was done with
    lunch he had been strapped into the chair for about an hour and his
    Uncle Dan had finished unloading and assembling all of the boxes with
    the delivery men. They had left and now Peter was wondering what his
    new room looked like. Well, less wondering, more dreading. Finally his
    Aunt Beth wiped his face clean, let him out of the chair and told him
    to crawl into the living room. As he crawled his stomach rumbled from
    being so full, and he realized that he’d have to go poop fairly soon.
    When he opened the door to the living room, he noticed a large sized
    playpen with a cage on top and a door for an entrance. Knowing that
    that was where he was meant to go, he crawled inside. Aunt Beth
    followed and locked him in.

    ”Shall I turn on the TV for you? You’ve got a minimum of three hours in
    here. You might as well take a nap at some point though. I’ll bring you
    in a bottle in about an hour if you’re awake.” She turned on the Disney
    channel, much to Peter’s disappointment, and left the room. Peter made
    himself comfortable with all the blankets inside and attempted to watch
    a dreadfully boring episode of Lizzy Maguire. It wasn’t an hour into
    his stay that he realized he needed to pee again from all that milk,
    and the pressure in his bowels was growing. His stomach was actually
    churning from all those prunes and he was getting more and more
    uncomfortable.

    ’Dear God,’ he thought. ‘Tell me she isn’t going to make me shit in
    these diapers! What the hell have I gotten myself into now?’ He turned
    over on his side and tried to close his eyes. If he could just fall
    asleep, he wouldn’t have to worry about the current situation he was
    in.