    Aww Poor Baby

    Summary: A teenager is diapered by a celebrity read to find out who.

    It was a beautiful Saturday morning and when Jamie woke up he went
    downstairs to find a note that said his parents had left and gone away
    on a 3-day trip, he had forgotten they were going and celebrated as he
    would be by himself for 3 whole days this would be awesome! He was 15
    and was a fairly good guy. He went to the supermarket and picked up
    some food for himself and saw someone there he recognized. He went over
    and it was a friend from school, Erika. She said, " Hi" and I asked her
    what was new? She said, "not too much, just picking up a few things."

    So he went on with his daily routines went back home and found
    someone's car parked in his driveway. He walked over and a hot blonde
    woman pulled down the window and asked, "Could I use your phone?"

    "Sure," he belted out. "Come on in." She used it to phone a tow truck
    to come get her car and they had a talk he then said she could stay
    there until they fixed her car if she wanted. She said, "I don't know
    that wouldn't be very smart." Then he added in " Oh come on, it'll be
    fun... umm, what is your name?"

    "Trish," she replied, "Trish Stratus."

    "Oh my god, you're Trish from WWE?"

    "Yes, I am."

    "This is so cool," he said. "Please stay; it will be fun, I promise."

    She looked him in the eye and said, "well, okay". She then asked if he
    had any food and he said "lots! Just got back from shopping."

    She made herself a sandwich and they watched some TV. When suddenly
    Jamie farted Trish spit out her sandwich in disgust. "That's gross!"

    "What?" he said. "Never heard that before?"

    "Yes, I have, but I am eating, thank you."

    "Sorry there, Miss Perfect," he replied. Then they continued on and he
    did it once more. She now looked at him and said, "excuse yourself!"

    "No!" he replied. "My parent's aren't home. I'm not going by any
    rules."

    "You are so immature," she said. "One more time and I will do something
    about it."

    Jamie waited and did it again. About 2 minutes later Trish got up and
    put his arm behind his back and told him to stand up she then pulled
    something out of her pocket. It was handcuffs. She now cuffed his hands
    and smiled there. He tried to get free but to no avail; she laughed as
    he struggled. Now he began calling her names and she didn't like this,
    so she picked him up and brought him out to her car.

    "Now,"" she said, "Okay, tough guy, let's see how tough you are after I
    am done with you!"

    She laid him down and pulled his pants down then he yelled, "WHAT THE
    HELL are you doing?!" As she pulled down his boxer shorts he snapped
    and screamed. She began to giggle. She pulled out a bag and began to
    pull things out. She pulled out a bag of baby wipes, a box of diapers,
    cream and baby powder, He didn't see it coming until she lifted his bum
    and slid a Pampers under him and taped it shut

    "There we go, all better," she said. "Now, you listen up here, mister.
    Some easy rules to follow:

    Rule 1. No taking off your diaper or anything else I put on you
    Rule 2. No talking in a big boy-voice
    Rule 3. No walking only crawling"

    He screamed as she put her finger over his lips.

    "Now let's take some pictures," she said. She snapped 10 pictures of
    him in the diaper and threatened to show them if he misbehaved. He was
    trapped now. Either be babied or try to escape, not much of a choice
    here. Trish said, "okay, you let's go buy you some baby clothes and
    items."

    They went down to the mall and Trish bought a crib, stroller, changing
    table, diaper bag, playpen and high chair as well as a car seat. She
    got everything delivered and put together then she said, "Okay now,
    baby, it's time for supper as she fed Jamie a bottle and some mashed up
    carrots. She said, "Come here, you, and lay down on my legs and drink
    your milk." She stuck the nipple in his mouth and he drank the bottle
    down in about 5 minutes. Now she put him in his high chair and fed him
    mashed-up carrots. "Here comes the airplane," she teased him. Now Trish
    said, "let's get you all cleaned up, baby boy," as she took him into
    the bathroom and cleaned his messy face and laid him down and opened
    his diaper and felt it

    "Oh, baby's dypee is still dry," she said. Then she put him in his
    playpen and she watched TV while she gave him some toys to play with.
    He felt his urine overloaded and had to let loose. Besides, maybe she
    won't notice, he thought. She did notice, all right. She came over and
    said, "Time for baby's diaper change!" She removed his pants and opened
    the diaper she said, "baby is wet." She pulled out wipes and cleaned
    him up then put a little cream on his diaper region as he got an
    erection. Now she pulled out a new diaper slid it under his bum, then
    sprinkled powder all over him.

    "Don't want my little baby getting a diaper rash," she said as she did
    it up.

    "Okay, baby, it's time for Night Nights." she kissed him on the
    forehead then set him down in his new crib. He quickly fell off to
    sleep. He woke up in the middle of the night with stomach cramps and he
    knew what was coming now. So he snuck downstairs and went through the
    kitchen and into the bathroom where he opened the door. Trish was
    sitting on the toilet seat painting her toenails.

    "I thought I might find the little baby sneaking around to try and use
    the potty." She said, "let's go back to bed," as she picked him up and
    put him on her hip as she walked upstairs. He woke up at about sunrise
    and felt fingers in his diaper.

    "HI THERE, SLEEPYHEAD!" Trish said as he opened his eyes he felt better
    and Trish said, "okay, all done changing that soaking wet diaper. Now
    let's get baby some breakfast."

    She gave him a bottle and some cereal. She held him in her arms and fed
    him the baby bottle full of milk. She now put him in his high chair and
    fed him the cereal. He liked cereal but her teasing him made it
    terrible. She would say, "Does baby-waby wove his wittle alpha bets? OH
    YES HE DOES!" She then cleaned off his face with the cloth then put him
    in his playpen. He was in all but 10 minutes and felt an urge to go
    poop. He then began to try to get Trish's attention but she said if
    babies want their mommy's they have to cry. And he started bawling,
    "WAHAA! WAHAHAH!"

    "Okay," she said. "What's the matter, baby?"

    "I have to go poop," he replied.

    "Well, honey, you're not wearing a diaper for nothing, go ahead." He
    had no choice. She wouldn't let him go to the bathroom so he knelt down
    and pooped into his diaper. He was really embarrassed now as Trish came
    over and right away said, "PU! Woo! You stink, baby! Does wittle baby
    have some messy pants?" He nodded as she took him into the changing
    room, set him on the changing table and began to taunt him.

    "'Uh oh, did you go doo doo?" He now broke down and began screaming and
    she said, "Now, nobody likes a screaming poopy baby." She then
    proceeded to wipe him clean with the wipes, powder and put cream on him
    and she did up the new diaper. She said, "THERE, ALL BETTER! No more
    stinky pants!" She took him and put him in front of the TV and after
    about half hour told him it was time for his nap. She put him down and
    said, "Aww, such a cute little baby. Mommy loves her little baby."

    He fell asleep and woke up in Trish's arms. She said, "okay there,
    wittle baby, time for your bottle." As she popped the nipple into his
    mouth and forced it down she now let him crawl around and as he was she
    bent down and patted his diapered bottom and giggled, "good boy." She
    said, "almost Jamie's bedtime," as she took his socks off and began to
    sing, "This little piggy went to market..." playing along on his toes.
    Soon she cradled him and sang him a bedtime song and set him into his
    crib. When he woke up he saw Trish looking over the crib at me and
    heard a voice say, "He looks so cute. How did you get him in the
    diaper?"

    Trish replied, "I have my own special ways," as it was my mom! Oh no!
    She couldn't see me like this out of everyone! He began to cry and
    Trish said, "Awww, poor baby, don't cry, Jamie" Trish then told his mom
    about his accidents and how he should remain in diapers for a while,
    His mom smiled and Trish then smiled at Jamie and said, "does baby need
    a diaper change?"