    Summary: Wayward foster child is diaper punished and regressed by
    strict woman.
    The Wayward Foster Child
    By Little Taylor
    Sonic4020@hotmail.com

    Chapter 1

    	By age 13, I had already been in and out of a dozen foster homes.
    I guess some of the foster parents were jerks, but mostly it was my
    fault. I had what you would call an "attitude problem." I was never in
    one place more than a few months. Sooner or later I was shipped back to
    the detention. Then the process would start all over again.
    	It was 1973 when I was told to pack my things. I was going to be
    taken in by Ms. Matthews. You heard her name often in the detention
    center. Supposedly, she only took the worst foster kids, and they never
    came back. You can imagine the rumors. I wouldn't say I was scared when
    I was told the news. I was more interested than anything. Being the
    biggest troublemaker in the center, I had a reputation to uphold. I
    welcomed the challenge and told the other kids I would see them in a
    couple months, tops.
    	It was a long drive to Ms. Matthews's house. She lived in a small
    town in the middle of nowhere. Great. "How boring," I thought. Even her
    house was 10 miles from the center of town. Even further into the
    middle of nowhere. During the trip, a few times the driver looked in
    the rear-view mirror at me and chuckled to himself. It was a big house,
    with a 6 foot tall wooden fence surrounding it. The only sign read
    "trespassers will be shot."
    I still wasn't scared at all. As we parked in front of the gate, the
    driver of the van honked. A few seconds later a very large woman opened
    the gate and walked towards the car smiling. This was the tallest woman
    I had ever seen. At least 6'4".
    	The driver got out and exchanged pleasantries with Ms. Matthews
    before sliding the van door open. "End of the line" he said with a
    grin. I jumped out and looked up at the enormous woman. She was
    beautiful. Brunette hair, bright red lipstick, flowered dress and
    voluptuous in all the right places. She bent down so and ran her hand
    through my hair. "My, aren't you a cutie!" she teased. I blushed and
    rolled my eyes.
    	"Why don't you go wait on the porch while I sign these papers,
    then I'll make you some lunch. How does that sound?"
    	Without responding, I headed for the porch swing. After a few
    minutes of signing papers and laughing with the driver, Ms. Matthews
    came walking towards the house. By this time I was having quite a time
    on the swing. A much better time than was intended for the old wooden
    swing. She walked up and asked me not to swing that high, that it could
    break, or I could be hurt. I stopped and mumbled "whatever" as I walked
    by her. Her enormous hand latched onto my upper arm and spun me around.
    While I was completely off balance and in shock, she reached down with
    her other arm and dropped my sweats and underwear to my knees. Then she
    reined me in close so I couldn't get away and began smacking my ass so
    hard my feet were coming off the ground. As a natural response I
    reached back with both hands to guard my burning bottom, and jumped
    around in a circle as if to get away from her hand. It was no use, she
    was much taller and her hand was a vice around my arm. Tears
    immediately began to run down my cheeks as I pleaded for her to stop.
    She lectured and continued to spank me.
    	"We both know why you're here, and you're going to learn to do
    what I say! The next time I speak to you, you will respond Yes Maam! Is
    that understood, young man?!"
    	She must have given me around thirty smacks. By the last of them,
    my pants and underwear were so wrapped up around my ankles that I
    couldn't stand up. With snot and tears running down my face, and my
    begging incomprehensible, I just hopped around holding my red bottom
    while she held me up by my arm. I was a complete mess. Completely
    regressed back to a sniffling toddler.
    	Ms. Matthews basically dragged me into the house. She untangled
    and pulled off my pants and underwear before putting me in the corner.
    	"Get those hands off your bottom and don't touch it again or
    you'll get another spanking! Keep your nose in that corner until I tell
    you otherwise!"
    	There I was standing in the corner with just a t-shirt, socks and
    shoes on. My spanked butt on display. I couldn't stop crying. How could
    this be happening? I was very scared now. Maybe all the rumors about
    Ms. Matthews weren't true, but they were warranted. I no longer felt
    like a bully or the toughest kid in the county, to say the least. The
    kids back at the center would never believe their eyes if they saw me
    now. Maybe they wouldn't ever see me again.

    Chapter 2

    	"It didn't take you long to get on my bad side, did it?" Ms.
    Matthews commented an hour later. I turned my head to see her a few
    feet behind me with her hands on her hips.
    	"I've taken in a lot of wayward boys over the years. I'm finally
    beginning to realize that none of you can be trusted to behave. I give
    you an inch, you take a mile, then I have to punish you. It's always
    the same and I've had it up to here. I tried to treat you like a big
    boy but you wouldn't have it. From now on you boys are going to have to
    earn my trust. You're not getting anything for free from now on."
    	Ms. Matthews grabbed my wrist and led me the stairs. I tried to
    hide my genitals but she smacked my hand out of the way, bent down and
    grabbed my penis with two of her fingers. "What?" she remarked looking
    me directly in the eye. "Don't you think I've ever seen plenty of
    little wee wees like yours?" My eyes teared up just from her looking at
    me. She was completely in control, and I was just a weak little kid.
    She led me upstairs and into one of the rooms down the hall. I looked
    around to see a little baby's nursery. When I looked back at Ms.
    Matthews, she said "stay here and be good. I'll be back in an hour."
    She closed the door and I heard her lock it a second later.
    	My bottom still stung. I rubbed it and looked around the room.
    There was a crib, a highchair, a big flat padded table with some straps
    hanging down from above it. A bouncing rocking horse and some kind of
    swing hanging from the ceiling. Everything was painted baby blue. It
    wasn't the baby furniture that scared me. It was the leather straps
    that were attached to the furniture. Everything had these padded
    leather straps that looked like they were to hold someone down. Like
    what you see on TV in the mental hospitals. But why were they attached
    to baby furniture? It didn't make sense to me then. I lay down on the
    carpet and rubbed my sore bottom. I still had no pants on and felt so
    exposed.
    	I awoke to the door being unlocked. I sat up and almost covered
    my genitals again, but remembered what that got me the last time. Ms.
    Matthews walked in and sat the grocery bags she was carrying on the top
    of the dresser. I couldn't see what was in them, but I was intensely
    curious. Ms. Matthews walked over to me and picked me up off the ground
    like a child. She put me against her chest and put her hand under my
    bare bottom to support me. I was ever aware of my nakedness.
    	"What's going on?" I asked.
    	"Hush" she replied. "You've lost all speaking privileges. Do not
    say a word unless I speak to you. You've heard the saying children are
    to be seen and not heard, right?"
    	"Yea."
    	She smacked my bottom hard. "Yes what?"
    	"Yes, Ma'am," I whimpered.
    	"Well that's what adults said to kids in the old days. Kids
    minded their parents back then. Now it applies to you."
    She carried me across the room and laid me down on the big padded
    table. Immediately she started strapping my hands down with the padded
    straps. I pulled my hands away and begged not to be tied down.
    "Don't you struggle or I'll put you over my knee and blister your
    little bottom again! Do you want that?"
    	"No, Ma'am."
    	After she finished strapping my hands down, she lifted my feet up
    and put them into the straps hanging from the ceiling. When she pushed
    a button on the wall, the straps lifted me up until my butt was off the
    table. Next she opened the cabinet under the table and brought out a
    big jar of Vaseline and a thermometer. My face must have turned bright
    red when I figured out what she was going to do. I just turned my head
    to the side and closed my eyes. What could I do?
    	After greasing the thermometer, she tried to put it in my rectum.
    I tensed up naturally.
    	"Don't you pucker up that pouty little anus, young man! You relax
    and let me take your temperature!"
    	After a couple tries she slid in the thermometer and held it
    there for a few minutes.
    	"That's a good boy." She teased. "Looks healthy to me."
    	Then she headed for the grocery bags. There were four of them and
    they were huge. I couldn't believe it when she started pulling big
    packages of diapers out. My jaw dropped and I almost started to whine
    but caught myself. Diapers, wipes, oil, powder, and other things I had
    never seen before. I lay my head back down on the table and tried my
    best to just die.
    	"Huggies or Pampers?" she asked.
    	"What?" I asked with my most pitiful voice.
    	"Huggies or Pampers? I'm going to let you choose which diaper
    you're going to wear tonight. Aren't I nice?"
    	"Why are you making me wear diapers? I'm not a baby."
    	Ms. Matthews marched over and gave me five hard swats to my
    upturned bottom. I screamed in pain.
    	"I didn't ask you if you were a baby! I asked if you want to wear
    Huggies or Pampers didn't I?!"
    	"Yes, Maam!!!"
    	"Well then which is it?"
    	"Pampers," I blurted out.
    	"Oh you like Pampers do you? I see. Well I wan' you to say,
    'Please Maam will you put me back in thick Ultra Pampers for Boys?'"
    	The tears were flowing now. My nose was running and I couldn't
    speak. I got three more swats to my burning butt.
    	"Please Maam will you put me back in thick Ultra Pampers for
    Boys!!!" I pleaded.
    	"What kind of diapers do you wear?"
    	"Ultra Pampers!"
    	I was crying loud and uncontrollably. Completely broken. I cared
    nothing about my nakedness or that I was going to be in diapers soon. I
    just didn't want to be spanked anymore. She tore open the Pampers
    package and unfolded a thick disposable diaper. After sliding it under
    my butt, she rubbed lotion all over my crotch and butt. Then loads of
    powder.
    	"And what do little boys do in their Ultra Pampers?"
    	"They pee."
    	"What else?"
    	"They poop."
    	"That's right. You like to poop in your Ultra Pampers don't you?
    Say it."
    	"I like to poop in my Ultra Pampers."
    	"That's right, and these are going to make sure you do just
    that."
    	Next she slid four little round things up my anus, lowered my
    legs, and pulled the thick diaper up over my crotch. She taped it down
    super tight. After unlocking my hands and feet from the straps, she
    picked me up and carried me over to the crib, lowered the sides and sat
    me down on the edge. She took off the rest of my clothing and told me
    to lie down on my stomach. Once again my hands and feet were strapped
    down. After lifting the side bars of the crib, she swung over another
    set of bars that went across the top and locked it down.
    	"Now. You're going to take a long afternoon nap. You've lost all
    privileges until I say otherwise. You couldn't act like a big boy, so
    now you can't do anything like a big boy.
    	"The better your behavior becomes, the more privileges you will
    earn. However you are going to be in diapers for quite some time. So
    get used to it. Maybe one day when you are a well behaved young man,
    I'll get out the potty chair and train you all over again. That's a
    long ways away though. You'd be better off just thinking about keeping
    your mouth shut except for when you're saying 'Yes Maam'."
    	A few seconds passed, and Ms Matthews just looked at me.
    	"Yes Maam."
    	"Good boy." She exclaimed. She patted the seat of my diaper and
    turned to leave. The door shut and locked.

    Chapter 3

    	I looked around the best I could. There was only one window. With
    blue painted bars covering it. Figures. I was past trying to figure out
    why this was happening. I was just basically feeling sorry for myself.
    I wish I had been a better foster kid. Some of those families weren't
    so bad. I thought I was smarter than everybody. Now look at me.
    This is more horrible than anything I could have ever imagined.
    	I knew the minutes were passing like hours, so I put my head down
    and tried to fall asleep. The lights were almost out when I felt a
    rumbling in my stomach. I tried again to go to sleep, but a minute
    later another rumbling. They became painful pretty soon. I cringed
    against my restraints. I'd never felt anything like this. Soon I felt
    like I had to poop. This must have been what she was talking about.
    Those little pill looking things she put in me. At the time I was too
    emotional to care. This can't be happening. I'm thirteen and I feel
    like I'm going to poop in a diaper! Maybe I could hold it off.
    	After probably ten minutes of clinching my butt, the pain became
    intolerable. I got up on my hands and knees the best I could with the
    restraints and let loose. It was loud and big. A river of poop exploded
    out of my rear and smashed up against the inside of my diaper with a
    loud cracking noise.. It instantly spread out all over my butt. The
    diaper was so tight I thought the tapes would break. I could feel it
    expand. I grunted and groaned, pushing more and more sticky acidic poop
    into my diaper.
    	"That's a good boy! Load up your diaper for Ms. Matthews!!!" A
    voice rang out!
    	She was standing next to the crib! I blushed bright red, turned
    my head away and started to cry. My stomach was still turning
    violently. I had to keep pushing.
    	"That's right sweetie, you poop those diapers. That's what
    they're for."
    	I bawled my eyes out, and kept filling my diapers while she
    praised me. I thought it would never end. I pushed as hard as I could
    and a huge bubble of poop spread my cheeks. One of the tapes snapped as
    the diaper expanded further. That was it. I dropped against the crib
    and laid there crying. I could feel the difference in my diaper. There
    was a warm mushy lump between my legs, and a layer of sticky mess
    forming the cotton against my butt. When I moved, even a little, the
    mess bubbled between my crack. It was horrible.
    	Ms. Matthews unlocked the crib and lowered the bars. She
    whispered to me and put her hand over my loaded diaper seat. Patting it
    softly every once in a while.
    	"Hush now… that's a good boy. It's ok. That's what little boys
    do. They poop their precious little diapers don't they? Yes…. You're ok
    now. Go to sleep sweetheart."
    	I started to smell the mess in my diaper. Just one more thing to
    add to my humiliation. I tried to move as little as possible to keep
    the poop from spreading further. I cried myself to sleep.

    Chapter 4

    	I awoke to the horrible scent of my dirty diaper. I shifted to
    look around, and my bottom started to burn and sting. I looked over my
    shoulder and was barely able to see the thick Pampers containing that
    horrid mess. I shifted so I could see them better. The diapers crinkled
    loudly and the burning came back. The gooey poop from the night before
    had turned cold and lumpy.
    	I yelled "hello" a few times before Ms. Matthews unlocked the
    door and came in and began to unlock the crib.
    	"My, my….it smells like someone made a poopoo! Josh, did you make
    a surprise for Ms. Matthews? Yes you did you little stinker!"
    	I blushed and put my face into the crib. Ms. Matthews put one of
    her high-heeled feet into the lowered crib siding, lifted me up, and
    set me down with her thigh between my legs. My loaded diaper squished
    and crinkled loudly. She hugged me tightly into her breasts and bounced
    me on her knee. The cold lumpy poop worked its way back up into my
    crack and up my lower back. It felt horrible.
    "I'm going to let it slide since you've had a stressful night, and
    maybe you forgot our little rule. You are not to speak unless spoken
    to. If you need your diaper changed, you can cry. And then, maybe….you
    will get changed. Understood?"
    	"Yes ma'am."
    	"Good boy."
    	Next Ms. Matthews set me down, grabbed my wrist and led me into
    the kitchen. There was an oversized highchair with restraints bolted to
    the sides. I wasn't very surprised. I thought for a second about asking
    to have my diaper changed. Only for a second. Then I thought about
    crying, but knew I couldn't just yet. Ms. Matthews lifted me up and set
    me down in the highchair. My messy butt slammed against the padded
    chair. Undoubtedly done on purpose. My hands locked into the leather
    restraints, and the little tabletop locked into place. I squirmed to
    get comfortable. My butt was really starting to burn now.
    	Ms. Matthews brought out three little jars of baby food, 2 bran
    muffins, and two bottles of milk. For the next half hour she fed me
    from the little jars. It was all disgusting and I had to fight not to
    vomit. She kept shoveling it into my mouth, spoonful after spoonful.
    She also managed to get it all over my face. Obviously to add to my
    embarrassment. She made airplane noises, and made jokes about how the
    food would soon be in my diaper. The muffins weren't too bad. They did
    seem a little out of place with the baby food and bottles of milk.
    	When the baby food was all gone, she unlocked me and sat me on
    her lap to bottle-feed me. With the seat of my diaper crunched against
    her inner thigh and my face tucked between her shoulder and breast, Ms.
    Matthews shoved the bottle into my mouth and said "drink your baba!" I
    blushed and started to suck. It wasn't even milk! What the hell was it?
    Whatever it was, it was gross! Getting the milk out of the rubber
    nipple was hard and took forever. During the 2nd bottle, Ms. Matthews
    reached down and rubbed my diaper seat. It burned and I grimaced while
    sucking. She continued to lightly spank, rub, and scrunch the thick
    diaper in her fist. I could tell she was loving every minute of this.
    	When the bottles were finally empty I was taken back into the
    nursery and laid down on the changing table. I wasn't restrained this
    time. The diaper change was bad enough. Ms. Matthews ripped the tapes
    and slowly pulled the diaper off my stomach and lowered it down between
    my legs with a loud crinkle. It sounded like peeling tape off of a
    role. Unmistakable. I felt part of the mess being pulled away from my
    crotch and bottom. The cool air hit me and immediately made my butt
    start to itch. I squirmed, but didn't dare reach down there. I did look
    down to see what it looked like though. It was worse than I though. I
    immediately blushed and put my head back down on the changing table,
    completely humiliated.
    	"Oh my….you've made a big, stinky mess in your diapers for Ms.
    Matthews haven't you. Well get used to it. I bought a months worth of
    diapers and you're going to load up every single one of them."
    	After being wiped clean, Ms. Matthews commented on my diaper
    rash. "Looks like somebody's got a little rash. Better get used to that
    too" she said with an evil grin.
    Next I was carried into the bathroom and put in a tub filled with
    lukewarm water. Every inch of my body was scrubbed except my privates
    and bottom. "Get up on your knees so I can scrub your little weewee." I
    blushed yet again, but obeyed. She soaped the rag and scrubbed me
    roughly between my legs. And then in my crack. She patted my bottom and
    told me to sit back down. After a rinse, she picked me up in a towel
    and dried me while sitting on her lap.
    	Naked as the day I was born, she took my wrist and led me back
    into the nursery. Once again up on the changing table. Lotion and
    powder was applied, and another one of those little pills was inserted
    into my bottom. I almost groaned, but caught myself. Then I almost
    started to cry thinking about having to mess my diaper again. Ms.
    Matthews must have seen but didn't say anything. She enjoyed knowing I
    knew that my diapers would soon be messy again. She just smiled while
    pulling a thick Pampers from the package. She lifted up the package and
    told me to look inside. Row after row after row of puffy white
    disposable Ultra Pampers packed tightly inside. "Look at all those
    diapers you're going to use! Won't that be fun!!!"
    	Before taping the diaper into place, she reached down below and
    pulled out a thick pad and held it against my butt and crotch. "We're
    going to run some errands today and we don't want you to leak." We were
    going out? How could I go out like this? Diapered? I almost started to
    panic. The diaper was taped tightly in place. The bulk between my legs
    was at least 3 times what it was before. Now I was really wanting to
    panic! Next she pulled out a little pair of blue shorts, a patterned t-
    shirt, socks and shoes. Once dressed, she put me down on the floor in
    front of the mirror on the wall. She then reached down and tucked in my
    shirt. I could just barely see any signs of the thick diaper under the
    shorts. Ms. Matthews looked unpleased. She turned me around so I could
    see my backside, then grabbed the waist of the shorts and tugged them
    up until the bulge of my diaperseat pushed through the rear of the
    shorts. "There! That's better!" she remarked with joy. The sides of my
    mouth dropped and I exhaled deeply. "Don't you pout young man or you
    won't get any shorts at all!" I believed her and immediately straitened
    my face. I was dying on the inside though. I looked back at the mirror.
    There was so obviously a thick diaper under my shorts. The cotton
    shorts seemed to mold around the edges of the diaper. The lump that
    stuck out and ran down between my legs was so obviously from a thick
    disposable diaper. Ms. Matthews grabbed the waist and just yanked the
    shorts up further.
    	Ms. Matthews grabbed the diaper bag by the front door and took me
    outside. On the way to the car and kept looking around her back and the
    diaper bag and how obvious it was that it was a diaper bag. I could
    even see some Pampers sticking out the top! I could see the little
    cartoon characters and everything! Two bottles were tucked into the
    side pockets! This was going to be really bad. Hopefully I wouldn't
    have to get out of the car. Ever since being told we were going to go
    run errands I had been on the verge of crying. I couldn't believe the
    situation I was in. It just got worse and worse too.
    	When we arrived at the station wagon, Ms. Matthews opened the
    back door. What else could possibly be in there but a slightly large
    car seat. With a frown I got in and sat in the seat without even being
    told. Ms. Matthews grinned and pulled the arm down over my head and
    locked it in front of me. Then strapped my hands into the restraints on
    the sides. Does this lady have any furniture without restraints? Last
    she took a large pacifier with clear rubber straps and shoved it into
    my mouth. After fastening it behind my head, she squeezed the bulb on
    the outside of the pacifier and it inflated the rubber nipple in my
    mouth. It pressed against my tongue and filled my mouth almost
    completely. "Looks like we're all ready to go!" Ms. Matthews said and
    gave me a kiss on my cheek. "Oh wait, I forgot something!" She pulled
    out a bonnet and tied it into place. The humiliation. I closed my eyes
    and frowned. She squeezed my cheeks and told me how cute I looked
    before closing the door. I could barely move. The car seat propped up
    my legs so they couldn't even touch the floorboard.
    	We took off down the highway. Several times Ms. Matthews went to
    pass slower cars, or slowed down to let faster cars go by. Every time
    though, she would equal their speed and stay right next to them long
    enough so that anybody who wanted to look over and see the big sissy
    baby in the backseat, could. The worst was a car full of teenage girls.
    They giggled and pointed for what seemed like eternity.
    	We pulled into a gas station a few miles down the road. There was
    a little drive in window. A cute girl opened the window. I immediately
    looked away. I was sure she could see me in the back seat, but didn't
    want to know for sure. I definitely didn't want to make eye contact. "I
    bet somebody would like an ice cream. Would you like that?" Ms.
    Matthews teased. "Yes Ma'am" I mumbled under the pacifier.
    "Marlboro Light 100's and a small cup of chocolate ice cream please"
    Ms. Matthews said to the drive through girl. After paying, we pulled
    into a parking space and Ms. Matthews fed me the ice cream.
    	"This ice cream looks a little like what I found in your Pampers
    this morning. Same consistency too." Ms. Matthews grinned and shoved
    the spoon into my mouth as I turned bright red. When I was done, she
    strapped the pacifier back in my mouth and inflated the nipple. While
    unwrapping her cigarettes, Ms. Matthews said how much fun it was going
    to be to show off her cute little boy to all her friends in town. And
    told me she would drop my diapers, haul me over her knee and blister my
    butt in front of them if I wasn't on my best behavior. I dreaded the
    humiliating day ahead of me. The car lighter popped. Ms. Matthews fired
    up her cigarette, parked it between her lips and pulled out of the
    parking lot towards town.

    Chapter 5

    	After a few minutes we were driving through town. It was a small
    town. Seemed like there was one main street, and the rest was just
    houses. The kind of town where Ms. Matthews would know everybody. My
    hopes of not having to leave the car were crushed when she pulled up to
    a parking meter and started unstrapping me from the car seat. After
    deflating the pacifier and taking it off, Ms. Matthews ordered to get
    out of the car like a good boy. She had that damn diaper bag over her
    shoulder. Seemed like those diapers that were sticking out of the top
    were even more visible now. When I got out, she firmly grabbed my
    wrist, closed the car door and marched me down the sidewalk.
    	Every step was an eternity. Each counted off by the clicking of
    Ms. Matthews high heels. I looked up at her. She was wearing all red.
    Tight knee high skirt, blouse with a rose on one of the breasts, bright
    red lipstick, and a big brimmed hat with roses on it as well. Red also.
    And a black net hanging over her eyes. She looked like something out of
    an old movie. Very proper looking.
    	Ms. Matthews was walking at a brisk confident pace. I could feel
    the thick diapers between my legs were making me waddle a little bit. I
    tried to walk in a normal manner but I was too slow and got jerked back
    to Ms. Matthew's side. There were plenty of people out and about to my
    dismay. And everybody looked at us as soon as they heard Ms. Matthew's
    heels slamming into the sidewalk. The first people we walked by were a
    couple holding hands. I looked down at the pavement as they passed, not
    wanting to make eye contact. A second after, I heard "is he wearing a
    diaper?" Next was a group of women standing outside a business talking.
    I looked up for an instant. All three were looking strait at me
    smiling. As we passed I could feel their stare burning a hole right
    through my diaper.
    	Finally Ms. Matthews turned to take me into a clothing store.
    Anything would be better than the sidewalk. Or so I thought. As we
    approached the door, a woman was exiting. I could tell by her face when
    she caught a glimpse that she was going to say something. She was one
    of those loud obnoxious women that just loves to chat with strangers.
    	"Oh my!!! Isn't he just adorable!!!" the woman practically
    screamed. "Is he wearing a diaper?"
    	"He most certainly is" Ms. Matthews responded. "Josh has been
    having trouble acting his age."
    	"Uh oh!!! Well that will certainly teach him a lesson!" the woman
    teased. "He looks so cute in a diaper and those little shorts, I would
    be tempted to keep him that way!"
    	"I'm debating that." Ms. Matthews giggled before opening the door
    and pulling me in.
    	Once in the store, Ms. Matthews almost shouted "hello ladies,
    anybody here???" Immediately three women came running. They must have
    all been good friends because they hugged and exchanged pleasantries
    for what seemed like……a millisecond, before one of them remarked "look
    at this little sweetheart!" Then all the attention was on me.
    The ladies cooed over me, and my clothes, and the little diaper bulge
    in the seat of my little shorts. I was bright red in no time and trying
    to block everything out.
    	"Can I check his diaper?" one of them asked.
    	"Of course" Ms. Matthews responded.
    	"I get to change him!" another squealed.
    	The woman kneeled down and smelled the seat of my shorts. "I
    don't think he's messy!" Next she put her arm around my waist and
    pulled my shorts down to my ankles, fully exposing my diaper.
    	"Oh look at those cute little diapers!" one of the women said.
    	The woman grabbed the rear waistband of the diapers and pulled
    them out to take a peak. "He's wearing two diapers?" she said grinning.
    "He must be a little pooper!" I covered my eyes with my arm and they
    all giggled. Next she put a finger into the crotch of the diaper and
    wiggled it around inside. "Not wet either!" The girl who offered to
    change me looked very unhappy. "Ooooh too bad!" she pouted.
    	Ms. Matthews must have called ahead to explain the situation.
    These ladies were acting way too normal about this all. Or perhaps Ms.
    Matthews had brought other boys in diapers here. The woman who had
    checked my diaper pulled my shorts off and took me over to a chair
    nearby. She sat down and lifted me up and set me down with her knee
    between my legs. She put her hand behind my head and pressed it against
    her shoulder and patted my back with the other. I was held like this
    while the ladies talked. Ten minutes probably went by before Ms.
    Matthews said we had to get going. One of the other ladies checked my
    diaper and gave me a piece of candy for keeping my diapers dry.
    I was choked up until Ms. Matthews swatted my diaper seat. I thanked
    the nice lady for the candy.
    	"Let's get these shorts back on you sweetie." One lady said.
    	"Oh its ok, I'll put them on him in the car," Ms Matthews assured
    her. She took the shorts, and my wrist and we were heading towards the
    door. I wanted to freak out so badly but I didn't have time! We were
    out on the sidewalk before I knew it. Two seconds after, a group of
    teenage girls walked past us. You can imagine the comments. The worst
    was "I wonder if there's anything in his diapers?"
    	I tried to stretch my shirt so it would cover my diaper. Ms.
    Matthews saw it and tucked the shirt INTO my diapers!!! The swatted my
    butt hard before heading towards the car. Next we stopped at the
    grocery store. Luckily I got to wear my shorts.
    	As soon as we entered the store, Ms. Matthews asked an employee
    where the diaper section was. Of course the woman knew they were for
    me. Ms. Matthews knew where the diapers were kept, she just wanted to
    humiliate me further. In the diaper isle Ms. Matthews spotted a new
    diaper. Huggies Sensors. She read out loud that the diaper had a triple
    absorbent pad in the crotch and rear. What made these diapers extra
    special though, was that they had sensory padding that could sense if
    the diaper was wet or messy, or both. When the diaper was wet, the word
    "wettums" would show up on the crotch in juvenile yellow letters. If it
    was messy, the word "poopums" would show up on the rear in brown
    letters. "Now isn't that cute!" Ms. Matthews giggled. "Wow, only 10
    diapers to a package. These must be very thick!" She put 2 packages in
    our cart and made me hold the third.
    	I carried the diapers around the store for almost an hour.
    Everybody who saw me giggled, or commented, or did what people do when
    they see a spectacle like me. I started feeling those rumblings in my
    stomach again. I knew what was coming. I thought I could hold it until
    we got to the car. No way. As soon as I found what seemed like a good
    time to let go and get it over with, a group of girls walked around the
    corner and spotted me. I couldn't stop it now. I tensed up my face, and
    held my breath. I giant bubble of poop erupted from my butt and slammed
    into the double thick diapers. The girls almost screamed "he's pooping
    his diapers!" "Oh that is so cute!" "Someone is making a stinky!!!"
    	Wave after wave of sticky poop filled up my diaper seat. When I
    was finally done, I looked around and couldn't see Ms. Matthews. All of
    a sudden she grabbed my arm, pulled me close to her and gave me a hard
    swat on my rear. My legs nearly came off the ground, so you can imagine
    what happened to the messy lump in my diaper. The girls who had been
    watching erupted into uncontrollable laughter. Ms. Matthews probably
    knew what was in my diaper, but the group of girls definitely knew. My
    eyes welled up and I started to cry from the shame. Ms. Matthews picked
    me up and put me in the little seat for toddlers that's built into the
    shopping cart. I could hear the group of girls laugh for the next 5
    minutes.
    	Checking out took forever of course. I went to follow Ms.
    Matthews but she turned me around and pointed back at the big package
    of Huggies on the register counter that we had forgotten. "Josh doesn't
    forget your diapers." She said very loudly. Everybody in ear's reach
    turned and watched me get the diapers and carry them out.
    	I started to cry again as we walked across the parking lot. I was
    so embarrassed and humiliated. I was a wreck. Like a two year old who
    couldn't stop crying. I could barely catch my breath. Ms. Matthews told
    me everything was going to be ok, and tried to calm me down. Finally I
    stopped crying and felt a little better. Then I got strapped into that
    car seat, and the pacifier was inflated in my mouth. The disgusting
    mess I was sitting on was starting to burn my bottom again. I shifted
    to get more comfortable, but it just made it worse, and spread the mess
    further.
    	Next we stopped at the bank. I was all ready for another round of
    embarrassment when Ms. Matthews said "I'm going in the bank, I'll be
    back in a bit." She closed the door and entered the bank. After about
    five minutes, my diaper was starting to really irritate me. And the car
    was starting to get hot. Thirty minutes later my bottom and crotch was
    on fire, and I was sweating. My diaper felt like a sauna. I shifted for
    some relief and it only got worse. Then I tried using my leg and arm
    muscles to lift my butt off the seat a little. I got tired and even
    more sweaty very quickly. I dropped back down into the seat mashing the
    poop further.
    	By the clock on the dash, it had been an hour and still no sign
    of Ms. Matthews. I was in agony. I was sure I would have no skin left
    on my butt. My diaper was a sweaty, itchy, burning mess. You can
    imagine the smell in that hot car too. I started to bawl. My eyes were
    lakes of tears, my nose was bubbling with snot. Two ladies saw me and
    were looking through the car window at me, pointing and giggling. A few
    minutes later Ms. Matthews came out of the bank and opened the car
    door. I started crying even harder. Ms. Matthews said everything would
    be ok, and turned on the air conditioner. I continued to cry the whole
    way home. My butt was on fire and my face was a mess from all the
    crying.
    	As soon as we got home, Ms. Matthews took me out of the car seat
    and carried me into the house. I was completely broken and crying like
    an infant. I didn't care anymore about wearing diapers, or sleeping in
    a crib, or any of that. I just wanted my diaper changed. I just wanted
    a dry diaper, and to be held and taken care of.