It’s August now and I’ve been having those poop
“accidents” on a pretty regular basis. Well actually, to be
honest, I don’t even try to control it anymore. It’s a lot
easier to just put my diaper on and then not worry about
things. Whatever happens, happens. At first I thought I’d be
really embarrassed about the whole thing, but now I kind of
like it. Like I found that I liked the feeling of the warm
pee filling my diaper, and the warm poop squishing around
doesn’t feel that bad either. When I’m around the house now,
I usually don’t wear anything except for my diaper and my
rubber pants. As long as nobody comes to visit that’s OK –
but there have been a couple of times when I’ve had to run
and hide in my bedroom when the doorbell rang. Usually by
the end of the day when I’ve been wearing my diaper almost
24 hours, it’s pretty full and sags down a lot. Usually some
stuff leaks out of the diaper by then but the rubber pants
catch everything. I can tell that Mom’s not too thrilled
about this, though. She’s made a couple of remarks like
“….. don’t you care how you look…..”, and “….. 16 year
old boys shouldn’t act like this…..” I usually just kind
of ignore her. Sometimes when I’m watching TV, if my diaper
is really full, I’ll put my hands on it and move it around
and enjoy the feeling of it’s load squishing around inside.
That usually feels so good that I’ll come almost right away.
I heard the doorbell ring right before supper yesterday
and so I ran to hide in my bedroom. Mom went to the door and
then called me. I told her that I couldn’t come and to tell
whoever it was that I would call them on the phone later.
She said that it was Jeff and that he wanted to wait and see
me. I figured Jeff was probably OK so I came out and said HI
to him. He just looked at me for a couple of seconds. I
guess I looked kind of funny to him with nothing on but my
diaper and the rubber pants. And my diaper was really full
so it hung way down and made squishy sounds when I walked.
But Jeff didn’t say anything and Mom invited him to stay for
supper, so he did and we watched TV for awhile and then we
played SEGA till about 10pm when he had to go home. About an
hour before he had to go home, he looked at me and said that
I’d better change my diaper cause I smelled awful. I looked
down and there was a little watery poop leaking out of the
rubber pants so I went in to the bathroom and cleaned myself
off and put on a clean diaper. When I came out he told me
that I smelled a lot better. He asked me if I was wearing
some deodorant or something with a fragrance. At first I
wasn’t sure what he meant but then I figured that it was the
baby oil. I’m putting a thin coating all over my body now.
Actually, I hadn’t planned to change my diaper till the next
morning but if it bothered Jeff, I figured what the heck.
It’s funny, I hadn’t noticed the smell but maybe I’m used to
it. Sometimes Mom wrinkles her nose when I walk into the
room she’s in – and she keeps the windows partly open a lot
of the time.
School will be starting in about a week and I was
talking to Mom about finishing shopping for the clothes that
I’ll need. She asked me if I felt that I was really ready to
go back to school. I asked her what she meant by that crack
and she said “….. just take a look in the mirror, and
think about how you’re acting now…..” I wasn’t sure what
she meant but I took a close look in the bedroom mirror.
Guess I hadn’t thought about it before but I do look a
little different. I’ve spent most of the summer in the house
so I don’t have any tan and my skin is pretty white. I’ve
just been sleeping in late in the morning, and then just
wandering around the house with just my diaper (and plastic
pants) on, eating and snacking and watching TV. So I’ve
gained a little weight. Not a lot but my body is softer and
rounder now. What with the soft white skin, and rounded
body, and the baggy diaper, I kind of look like a big baby
in some ways. So what – no big deal.
Guess that Mom felt differently about it, though. Later
that day she got mad and said that she wasn’t going to let
her son act that way any more. And she had been nice to me
and had ignored the changes. But that she could see now that
that had been a mistake. And if I didn’t care about how I
looked and acted, that she did. And that I was either going
to shape up or if I was going to act like a big baby that
she would treat me like one. I said something really
intelligent about how she was “….. fucked in the head
…..” Course that didn’t do much to improve the situation
and she got really mad and started yelling at the top of her
voice and saying that she was going to take charge of the
situation. When she gets like that I just can’t talk to her
so I went to bed.
When I got up the next morning, and went out to
breakfast, I found that she had fixed oatmeal for me. If
there’s anything that I hate, it’s oatmeal – gray shit! Mom
was like “….. babies must eat what their mother’s fix for
them …..” So I had to sit at the table till I ate
everything, and she washed off my face for me. Then she
wanted me to sit on a blanket in front of the TV and watch
kiddy shows for the rest of the morning – boring! Part way
through the morning she brought me a baby bottle of warm
milk and made me lie down and roll up in the blanket while I
sucked on the nipple. This act went on the whole day, me
just sitting around and being treated like a baby. The funny
thing was that it didn’t bother me. If she thought it would
punish me, it didn’t. Like it was strange, but if she wanted
to take care of me that was fine with me. Better than
getting into a knockdown, drag-out fight with her.
The next couple of days were even more of the same. It
got so that she either wanted me in my bed napping, or lying
on the blanket in the living room, playing with my (baby)
toys or watching kiddy shows on the TV. She even started
feeding me – like there wasn’t anything that she’d let me do
for myself. A couple of times I tried to talk to her, but
every time I opened my mouth she’d say something like “…..
baby must be quiet, mommy knows what’s best for baby …..”
so I wasn’t getting anywhere and I just gave up. The first
time she wanted to change my diaper for me we had a real
battle, I was crying and kicking and everything, but she
just kept at it till she was done. After that I just let her
take care of it for me. It feels kind of nice to just lie
there and have her take my poopie old diaper off, and clean
me up, and put baby oil and talcum powder on my bottom, and
put a nice fresh clean diaper and rubber pants on me.
Jeff came over a couple of days later and Mom let him
in without even asking me if I wanted to see him. I was
lying on my blanket in front of the TV and having my second
bottle of the morning when he came into the room. He tried
to talk to me but I didn’t feel much like talking to him so
I just rolled up in my blanket and turned my back on him and
ignored him. After awhile he left.
If she thought that treating me like a baby was going
to shame me it didn’t work. She’s been treating me this way
for almost a month and I’ve just gone along with her. I
don’t even try to talk to her anymore. And it’s easier just
to crawl along on the rug now than to try to stand up and
walk when I want to go somewhere. Not that I really want to
go lots of places. It’s so much easier just to lie there and
play with my toes, or the warm, soft fluffy toys that she
buys me. When she was shampooing my hair this morning she
held up the mirror and I saw that my face is fuller now,
kind of chubby with red cheeks and little dimples. Then when
she was changing my diaper later on, I could see my body in
the bedroom mirror. I haven’t gained an awful lot of weight
but I look kind of pink and plump and chubby now. Just like
a baby should……………