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Title: | Snuggles and Tears
Name: | Diaperbaby
Email: | gamer855@googlemail.com
Gender: | Male
Current Age: | 14
Posting Date: | 04/19/09
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

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    Snuggles and Tears

    Chapter 1

    It hurt. He didn't know why it hurt so much. After all, he was nine
    years old not two. And yet the tears kept coming. Try as he might, he
    couldn't make them stop.

    Saddest of all, he enjoyed playing with his cousin even if he was two
    years old. His sister had made fun of him because he didn't want to
    play with her. She called him a baby. Deep down he wished he was. Then
    it would be okay. Then it wouldn't hurt anymore.

    His sister was eleven and was so full of herself, he thought. She was
    older so she got to stay up later and do things he wasn't allowed to
    do. She made such a big deal of it every day. Calling him names and
    treating him like he was a lower life form. The hard part was he
    couldn't do anything about it. If he complained to Mom, she would talk
    to Becky but afterward he had to listen to Becky calling him a baby for
    crying to Mommy. Becky was also bigger than him and she would push him
    around when Mom wasn't looking and then laugh when he started crying
    and say “Billy, you are such a baby!”

    Just about everyone was bigger than him; except his cousin. Bobby was
    just a toddler after all. Billy was only 40” tall and weight about 43
    pounds. He looked like your average four to five year old. Being very
    small for his age came from some complicated medical condition he
    couldn't understand. All he knew is that he would be a little person.
    This caused all kinds of problems at school. The bigger boys would
    laugh at him if he tried to play with them, and they would tease when
    he went to play with the younger boys. After all, no self-respecting
    5th grader would play with 1st graders. It just wasn't done. So Billy
    spent a lot of his time playing by himself.

    Billy quickly pulled his thumb from his mouth and tried to dry his face
    when he heard someone coming down the hall toward his room. He hoped it
    wasn't Becky. As his Mom opened his door and moved to sit on his bed,
    he rolled away from her trying to hide his red swollen eyes as he
    shoved his Pooh Bear under the bed.

    “What's wrong, Billy?” she said with a note of concern.

    “Nothing.” he replied with a thick voice.

    “I know better,” she offered.

    “Don't worry about it.”

    “I'm your Mom, I'm supposed to worry.”

    Sharon didn't know what else to do. This was the typical exchange
    between her and her son. She assumed he had a fight with his sister or
    one of the kids in the neighborhood, but she couldn't get him to talk
    to her when this happened. It wasn't always this way, but it seemed
    that over the last two years he had shut her out more and more. Was
    this normal for a nine-year-old boy? She didn't know. Becky had never
    shut her out, but she was a girl. If you asked Sharon, girls were
    easier to raise. “That's not fair.” she thought to herself. Becky
    didn't have to deal with being much smaller than everyone else her age.
    If Billy didn't have the hormone deficiency then maybe things would be
    different.

    Sharon didn't want to think about that. It would just make her feel
    guilty again. “Why hadn't the doctors figured out that this was the
    problem sooner?” she thought. She knew now she had waited too long to
    ask about it at the doctor's office. “I should have known better, I am
    his mother for God's sake!” she screamed at herself inside. “Get a grip
    on yourself Sharon, this isn't helping.” she told herself.

    “I want to thank you for making today a fun day for your cousin. That
    was very nice of you,” she told him as she put her hand gently on his
    back.

    “It's no big deal,” he said as his back stiffened at her touch.

    “Why does he always pull away?” she asked herself with an audible sigh.

    “I wish it was easier for you,” she said as she took her hand away.

    “It's Christmas time.” she thought. “He should be excited not
    miserable.”

    “I'll be okay,” he responded feeling bad. He knew she was trying to
    make him feel better, but it wasn't helping.

    “Well, dinner will be ready in a little while.”

    “Okay.”

    Sharon sighed once more as she looked down at her son. “I just don't
    know what to do to help him anymore,” she thought to herself as she
    walked down the hall.

    Billy didn't know what to do. He knew he was hurting his Mom's
    feelings, he just didn't know what to do about it. He also knew she
    didn't know what was wrong and he couldn't tell her. He had tried
    several times but just couldn't get the words to come out of his mouth
    no matter how hard he tried. His last thought as he pulled his Pooh
    Bear out from under the bed and snuggled it close while putting his
    thumb back in his mouth was “I wish I knew what to do.” And the tears
    began to flow.

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    Chapter 2

    Billy wandered to his room to get ready for bed. He sat on his bed as
    his mind wandered back to dinner time.

    He had felt a little better after crying it out. Sitting down as his
    mother brought the food to the table, talking all the while about the
    holiday.

    “The tree looks beautiful this year.” she said smiling while glancing
    toward the living room.

    “I did most of it, Mom,” Becky said, with a superior tone.

    “You did not!” Billy replied angrily.

    “Well, I did the good parts anyway.”

    “Whatever.” He wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of an argument
    again.

    “You BOTH did very good work on that tree and I don't want to hear any
    more from you about it, missy!” their father said as he entered the
    kitchen after washing his hands.

    Becky looked down at the table and said “Sorry Dad.”

    “For someone who's eleven, you sure don't act it some times.” Rick
    replied.

    Becky continued looking at the table while occasionally throwing a
    glare at her brother.

    “Great.” Billy thought. “Now she's gonna be mean later.” He just didn't
    think he could win.

    “So how was your day, Billy?” his father asked.

    “It was okay.”

    “Just okay?”

    “He played with the baby all day,” Becky piped in.

    “So?” Billy responded.

    “So you probably felt right at home., she said with a smirk.

    “That will be enough, young lady.” Rick growled.

    “What? It's true. He's just a baby anyway,” she argued.

    “You can get up and go to your bed now. You obviously don't want your
    dinner seeing as how you can't keep a civil tongue at the dinner
    table.” He responded.

    “But...”

    “NO BUTS! MOVE!”

    Becky got up and left the table loudly stomping her feet down the hall
    to her room.

    “If you slam that door it's coming off.” he yelled to her. Rick knew
    his daughter well. “Need to find a way to bring her down a peg or two,
    and soon.” he thought.

    Rick looked at his wife wondering if she agreed with sending their
    daughter to bed with no supper.

    Sharon gave her husband a barely perceptible nod that told him she did.

    By this time Billy had eaten all he wanted and asked to be excused from
    the table.

    “You sure you don't want desert Son?” his father asked.

    “No, I'm tired. Thanks anyway Dad.”

    “Alright. More for me I guess.” Rick replied while mussing Billy's
    hair. This actually got a smile from his Son.

    “Don't eat it all!” Billy said with a smile.

    “Don't you fret,” his father replied as Billy walked past him on his
    way to his room.

    “Don't forget to brush your teeth and wash up Billy.” Sharon told him.
    “And say your prayers before you go to bed.”

    “I will.” she heard Billy respond from the bathroom door.

    As Billy finished up brushing his teeth he considered skipping the
    washing up but couldn't do it. He could never deal with his parents
    being disappointed in him. That was worse than them being angry with
    him. A picture of his Dad's face leapt to his mind as he started
    washing. It was when he brought home the letter from his teacher
    stating that he hadn't done his homework. He would never forget the
    disappointment in his father's expression. That hurt him to see his
    father feel that way about him.

    Billy got up from his bed to change into his PJ's. “That's why I can't
    tell Mom.” he thought. “She would be so disappointed in me.” The
    thought made his eyes well up. The thing he wanted more than anything
    else in the world would hurt his Mom and he didn't know what to do
    about it.”

    Billy was at his limit. He didn't know where to turn. And a thought
    struck him that made him slap his forehead. “How could I be so stupid?”
    he thought to himself. “Dad says whenever I have a problem that I don't
    know how to deal with, pray. It can't hurt.” as he got down on his
    knees at the side of his bed.

    “God? Please watch over my Mom and Dad and keep them safe.” he prayed.
    He went through his daily prayers he said every night including asking
    God to watch over his sister even though he wasn't really fond of her
    lately. Then he paused. He thought he heard someone walking up the hall
    outside his door. When he couldn't hear anymore noise he continued on.
    “God? I know I'm not supposed to ask you for things for myself, but
    this isn't just for me God. It's also for...my...Mommy.”

    The word Mommy caused all of the hurt to come to the surface again and
    he was soon crying as he prayed.

    “God, I just don't know what to do...” his words breaking off as he
    began to quietly sob. “It's just...I...I really want your help.
    I...want you to...to make it so that...so that I could be...” he broke
    into sobs again but forced himself to finish the thought. “so that I
    could be Mommy's baby again.”

    He thought he heard a noise in the hall and stopped talking while tears
    slowly made their way down his cheeks. After a minute or so he thought
    he was mistaken and so continued on and as the words started to come
    out the damn burst.

    “I don't know why but I want this more than anything else in the
    world.” sobbing through his words he kept talking. “I just want to be
    her baby again. It hurts when she wants to hug me and I can't just
    climb in her lap and snuggle or have my binky or my blankie and have
    her rock me and pat my diaper like she used to. So I try to get away
    from her cause it hurts so bad. I know it hurts her and I'm so
    sorry...” the hurt poring out through his words and tears. “ I'm so
    sorry...I didn't know what else to do...I miss Mommy so much.” he
    paused to wipe his eyes. “I want to be her baby again so bad...I could
    stop hurting her feelings and...and...be close again...and...it would
    make the hurt go away. But God, only if Mommy and Daddy wouldn't be
    disappointed in me...” he broke off sobbing again this time for a full
    two minutes. “I don't want to hurt them...I don't want to hurt them
    anymore...”

    Billy took a moment to get control of himself.

    “God please...I don't want anything else for Christmas...I'll be good I
    promise...just please...give me my Mommy back.” the last words were
    just a whisper as the tears surged again.

    He heard another noise. This time it sounded like it was outside his
    door. He made a tremendous effort to quiet down as he got into bed and
    turned out his light. After the huge outpouring of emotions he was
    asleep within minutes snuggling his Pooh Bear and nursing on his thumb.

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    Chapter 3

    Sharon and Rick stood outside Billy's door completely devastated. Tears
    rolled down both their cheeks as they quietly made their way to the
    kitchen.

    They had both gone to their bedroom and had heard Billy saying his
    nightly prayers. Sharon had smiled at Rick as they passed and heard
    Billy ask God to watch over his Mom and Dad. Once in the room, Sharon
    had forgotten her reading glasses and had been on her way back out to
    the living room to get them when she heard her son speaking. “...but
    this isn't just for me God. It's also for...my...Mommy.” she had heard.
    The word “Mommy” had immediately gotten her full attention and the trip
    to the living room was forgotten as she quickly motioned through the
    open door to her bedroom for her husband to come to her side.

    Rick was wondering what his wife wanted and was about to ask her as he
    moved closer to his son's bedroom door. The question was forgotten as
    he heard his son sobbing uncontrollably for a moment. Billy started
    speaking through his tears when Sharon reached for the doorknob as Rick
    took her hand in his and shook his head letting her know they needed to
    hear this. He had to put his arms around his wife and hold her to keep
    her from opening the door once her son relayed his desire to be her
    baby again. Sharon was trying to keep quiet but couldn't contain a sob
    when she heard Billy say it.

    The next four minutes were the longest of either of their lives. They
    had all they could do to keep from opening the door as their little boy
    poured his heart out despite his tears. Billy's last statement would be
    the cause for several sleepless nights for both of them. Again, Sharon
    couldn't keep her control and let out another sob that both of them
    knew Billy heard.

    They made their way through the kitchen and Rick motioned out as he
    opened the door to the garage. Once the door was shut, Sharon couldn't
    help it and released her hold on her emotions. She was not the only
    one. They held each other tight as they shared each other's tears,
    comforting each other until they were able to bring themselves to talk.

    “Rick,” the word broke as Sharon started sobbing again.

    “I know honey...I know.” he said through his own tears standing,
    rocking her back and forth to comfort her.

    Sharon finally got control of herself. Rick saw the expression change
    on her face and pulled her closer so she couldn't go back inside.

    “Rick, let me go!” Sharon said angrily.

    “No.” was the only reply.

    “Let me go! I need to go hold him!”

    “No honey. Not right now. You are way too upset. You would scare him!”
    That immediately got Sharon's attention. “Honey, call Cathy. She can
    help us figure out how to handle this. God forbid we make a mistake and
    make that little boy...” his voice broke as the tears started again.

    “Hurt anymore.” she finished for him as she placed the palm of her hand
    on his cheek.

    Rick could only nod as words wouldn't come out. He handed his cell
    phone to his wife. He had reached in and retrieved it from the dresser
    just before they came out to the garage.

    Sharon was on the phone for a moment talking with Cathy as Rick walked
    outside to compose himself.

    “I want us to go over to Cathy's now.” she said walking out to stand
    beside him.

    “Who's gonna watch the kids?” he asked.

    “Mom is on her way over now. She will be here in 15 minutes.”

    “OK. Let’s get ready to go then. I'll get some clothes from the bedroom
    honey and bring them out to you. I know you. You couldn't walk right by
    him again tonight.” Rick insisted.

    She considered this a moment and responded. “You're right. I couldn't
    do that again.”

    “I'll be right back.” he said.

    They had both just finished getting clothes on when Sharon's mother
    pulled into the driveway. Phillis looked tired as Sharon practically
    ran up to her to give her a hug. Phillis lost all tiredness when she
    saw her daughter crying.

    “Sharon, what's wrong?” she asked with great concern as she held her
    daughter.

    “I don't really have time right now to explain, but it's OK. Things
    will be alright.” Sharon replied.

    “Mom can we take your car? I don't want the kids to wake up with the
    noise from the garage door and worry.” Rick said.

    “Sure. I'll go inside, you go take care of what ever this is.”

    “Thanks Mom.” Sharon responded with a grateful smile.

    “We'll be back later. I'm not exactly sure how long this is going to
    take.” Rick offered.

    “It's OK. Just go” Phillis responded.

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