    Wet and Messy

    Summary: Tony struggles with the stresses of growing up, and his body
    starts turns against him, causing him to wet the bed. When the problem
    doesn't go away his mother diapers him, "Just until it stops", but they
    both start to like the roles that the diapers put them in. Tony
    realizes that he enjoys wearing his diapers, and his mother falls in
    love with the idea of having her baby boy back...the question is what
    lengths will she go to, to keep him that way?

    	Tony was 15; he had always been small for his age, very light and
    standing only 4'9". Everyone mocked him daily and he hated it, but he
    could have never been ready for what was coming.
    	It was the first month of freshmen year, still on his summer
    schedule it was hard waking up on time, but when he woke up this
    morning he had an even worse set back. He grumbled and rolled over into
    a puddle. He had wet before, but not in years...he didn't know what to
    do. So he told his mom he thought he was sick and wanted to stay home,
    but she told him he was "crazy if he thought he was getting any days
    off during the first month of school". She threw his sheets in the wash
    and left for work. Other than that the day was like any other, he slept
    through most his classes and dealt with constant whispers behind him
    while awake.
    	By Thursday Tony was starting to get stressed out...to much
    homework, he hated doing it so he was already behind. All the stress
    must have been getting to him because he woke up to a wet bed everyday
    that week. On Monday his mom went to the grocery store, and came home
    with the usual $200 worth of food, but among it all was a jumbo pack of
    Goodnites.
    	It was horrible; she informed him she was sick of washing all his
    sheets, so he would have to wear the Goodnites to bed until he got
    better. The first couple of nights were hard to get used to, she was
    making sure he put one on every night. By Wednesday he was wearing two
    or three because one would leak if he had a big accident.
    	Friday Tony woke up dry and thought he was getting better. He was
    so excited, he ran downstairs to catch his mom before she left and as
    he began to tell her it was over, but he noticed she was staring at him
    blankly. As she looked down at the white cloth turning yellow, he
    followed her glare and realized what had happened.
    	Scared he rushed to clean up and get on the bus, but that day at
    school during third block he was trying to wait until lunch to go the
    bathroom and as he was walking there he lost control again. The nurse
    called his mother at work; she left early and brought him home.
    	He was taken to his room and told to strip. Then she walked him
    into the bathroom and told him to shave all the hair off, anything his
    boxers would cover was to be shaved smooth. When he was done she took
    him back to his room and told him to lie down on his bed, when he
    didn’t she took him over her knee and spanked him until he finally
    broke down and cried. She looked at him and said, “You are going to
    wear Goodnights all the time from now on!”
    	Saturday morning he had two new Goodnights put on him, his mom
    told him he had to keep them on under his clothes all day or else. She
    made breakfast and slipped some laxative in his pancake batter. She
    decided if he was going to be a big baby, she would treat him like one.
    He ate fast and thought about what he had planned today. First off
    Saturday is grocery day which meant he was going to the store today,
    but luckily the extra bulk didn’t show very easily through his baggy
    pants.
    	As they walked into the store Tony lost control and soaked both
    Goodnites. Nervously he tried to act as though he hadn’t just wet
    himself, but his Mother could tell by the disgusted look on his face.
    They were almost done when his Mom turned down an aisle Tony had never
    been down before, and when he read the sign, “Aisle 12, infant needs”,
    he shot a look of fury in her direction. She went slow reading the
    labels and grabbed an extra large package of Pampers size 6, a changing
    pad, baby wipes and powder. There was no line at the check-out, which
    was good because he didn’t want anyone he knew to see him or
    his…diapers. When they got to the van she asked if he was wet, the
    answer was of course, “yes”. She told him to lie in the back seat of
    the van, so she could change him. Tony replied with a quick, “Here! No
    way”, but after the look he shot him he knew things would get a lot
    worse if he didn’t do it. After removing his pants and Goodnites she
    replaced them with a diaper from the new package. The diaper was larger
    than the two Goodnites combined and an inch or two of it showed above
    the waist of his pants, but Tony was relieved that it remained just
    barely hidden beneath his long shirt.
    	About half way to their next stop, the bank, Tony suddenly had to
    go to the bathroom. He asked his Mom if they could stop somewhere for
    him to “go” and she said, “Just go, your diaper can handle it, I’ll
    clean you up later”. He refused to poop in his diaper like a little
    baby and held it. The urge resided, but while they were in line at the
    bank he felt the pressure building again. This time the laxatives did
    there job, loud shots of poop forcefully made their way out into his
    pampers. His pants sagged low and the smell lingered, a little girl in
    line behind him looked up her mother and said, “look mommy that boy
    pooped his pants”. Submission came to his face and she knew that had
    done the trick, he had become a baby all over again.
    	On the way back to the car he asked her to change him, but she
    told him he could wait until they got home. Jumping into the front seat
    as usual, he accidentally spread the poop all over his butt and up into
    his crotch. When he realized what he had just done his face blushed. At
    home she put down the changing pad in his room and changed him into a
    fresh diaper. First she took off his old one and wiped his butt clean.
    Then she applied the baby powder and last pulled a new diaper out of
    the big blue package and slipped it on him, securing the tape. Lunch
    time rolled around and she fed Tony a hamburger, apple juice with
    bladder weakener and two laxative-filled brownies. Later that
    afternoon, Tony sat playing a computer game and he felt the pressure to
    poop building up again. He held it for about an hour and then it
    started to become unbearable. Without warning soft poop filled the
    whole rear of his diaper. He felt the wet load press firmly against his
    butt. Then something Tony didn't expect happened, he started to pee and
    couldn’t stop peeing until even the outer layer was soaked. He went
    into the living room to watch TV and sat down on his knees trying not
    to squash the mess. She told him to go carry in the other grocery bags
    he had forgotten. “In my pampers?” she glared and said, "If you don’t
    go get those bags you aren’t watching TV all week!” With that he peeked
    out the front-door to make sure the coast was clear and ran out to get
    the bags. He had forgotten to be careful and as soon as he walked in
    she saw his saggy diaper. She pretended not to smell it and told him to
    go sit down for dinner, she’d check him later.
    	Tony sat down slow and felt the warm mess cover his butt and
    spread all over his legs and balls. Just when he was settled she looked
    at him funny, laughed and said, "You better set the table first". He
    did, but this also meant he had to sit down all over again, he felt
    dirty, but oddly, he liked it....since she didn’t know.
    	Monday Tony woke up, got a diaper change, and went to school.
    Right after lunch he was sitting in Math and had to poop, he thought
    about it and remembered how good it felt when he pooped and his mom
    didn’t know. Leaning forward just slightly he felt loose stools mix
    with urine and fill his diaper. It had made a long squirting noise
    followed by a short wet fart, but no one really noticed. To make sure
    it didn’t stink to bad he sat on his knees. That way it never got
    mashed between his butt and the chair. Somehow he made it to the bus,
    he even pooped again during last block some more. When he got on the
    bus he forgot and sat right down. Some gas escaped and the diaper stuck
    right to him. Tony blushed as the smell started to fill the bus and it
    leaked a little into his pants, leaving a small brown stain on the
    back. If the windows hadn’t been down everyone would have found out.
    	The next day went a lot like Monday, except when he got home him
    mom asked him to come into the living room and sit down. As he walked
    there he noticed a high chair in the kitchen and a big baby bottle on
    the counter…He had pooped again and had to sit on the floor. Since "he
    seemed to like using diapers so much, he would wear diapers all day
    long from now on". Tony was to be treated just like a baby from now on
    at home and at school. He wasn’t allowed to change himself or feed
    himself. “I have called the school and informed them of your newly
    discovered control problem, but no one there will change you. So you’ll
    have to wait until you get home for that. Basically if you don’t want
    anyone to know, then you need to stop having accidents at school.” The
    worst part was even if he wanted to Tony couldn’t stop, he had tried.
    	Wednesday Tony woke up at 6:00 so that his “mommy” could change
    him before he went to school. He held it all day, but during last block
    he had to go the bathroom bad. His teacher told him he wasn't allowed
    hall passes anymore. So he went out to get a drink instead, she watched
    him from her desk. It was awkward, but he bent over the water fountain
    and let himself fill his diapers, front and back. The rear sagged, and
    in an effort to hide it he un-tucked his shirt. Just as he walked into
    the room he dropped his pencil and as he bent over his shirt lifted,
    making the padding and large mess very apparent. It took him a second
    to realize why people were staring. He sat down fast before anyone
    could ask questions, but Mrs. Sa saw him sitting on his knees and asked
    him to sit proper. As his butt lowered onto the seat his stools spread
    and the smell started to linger. The stench was blamed on Jimmy the kid
    that sits behind Tony. He was usually the culprit that passed gas
    during class. Apparently the bulk people had seen in Tony’s pants had
    been brushed off as something else. Surely a 15 year old wasn’t still
    in diapers, was he?
    	To avoid the bus he walked home, it wasn’t far, the bus was just
    more convenient. When he came through the door new rules where clearly
    posted and the first rule was “Baby Tony is not allowed to wear pants
    at home”. At first he paid no attention and yelled for his mom to tell
    her he needed a change, but when she came downstairs and saw him with
    pants on she was very mad he had not followed the rules. She asked if
    he had read them and when he said he had she immediately bent him over
    and pushed his mess right up into his crotch with a long spanking. Then
    she took him up stairs and put 3 more diapers on him. It was so bulky
    he had to crawl. Crying he asked again to be changed and she shot him a
    stare that told him he was keeping his diapers on for a while. Also as
    punishment he had to wear two diapers to school the next day.
    	After wearing the diapers all night long he was glad to get
    changed, but wearing two made it hard to hide his diapers, even under
    his baggy clothes. At lunch he was glad to find a note and two brownies
    stuffed in his bag. It said, “I’m sorry about yesterday honey I made
    brownies, please don’t eat both today”, which he did. Last block rolled
    around and he was holding it again, but today as soon as he stood up
    the brownies kicked in. The kids around him heard a long wet fart a
    watched as the rear of Tony’s pants bulged and sagged. It was obvious
    he had just pooped in his pants, kids laughed and pointed, but worst of
    all when he went to the nurse she told him she wasn’t allowed to change
    him. He was sent back to class in his saggy diaper. On the way there he
    could still feel himself releasing the lasts of the mess.
    	Word spread fast, not that it was hard to tell by the smell, but
    by the end of the day he had acquired a new nick name, Baby-boy. When
    he told his mother she had no compassion and replied with, “You like
    it, you can’t fool me, you love pooping…as long as you think no one
    knows”. It was true, and his face blushed and his eyes started to well
    up. She looked into his tear filled eyes, “Tony you’re a big baby,
    that’s ok, I am your mommy and I will care for you, but you can fight
    what you are. People will get over it. Now do you need a change?” He
    shook his head no and waddled off to the computer in his dirty diaper.
    	When he sat down he felt the mess spread again and alone in his
    chair, he loved that feeling, but was scared to admit it to even
    himself. As he signed onto Goodnites message board to post today’s
    events he thought, “I am a baby….and she is my mommy. They will tease
    me forever now, but I love my diapers!” Time pasted, and although a
    comment was made every once in a while to him at school Tony grew to be
    ok with wearing his diapers in public. In fact some people never said
    anything about it, they treated him the same as they had before.
    	About two months after the accident that gave him his nickname
    his mother transferred him into cloth nappies, as they were cheaper and
    easier. Besides he didn’t have to worry too much about the bulk of his
    diapers now that everyone knew. He wore four soft nappies pinned
    together at home and three to school. The nappies were much thicker
    than his old disposables. He did not mind, as the nappies were much
    more comfortable and they had Cookie Monster prints on them. The
    plastic pants that went with them announced his passing from one class
    to the next, loud and clear. You could make out the rubbing of thick
    plastic upon itself with every step. His new diet of baby food, apple
    juice, and laxatives made for at least two very large messes a day. At
    first he would leave the classroom to fill his nappies, but soon he
    found himself wet and messy, without remembering even doing so….

    (To be continued)

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