Caught In A Poopy Diaper
CAUGHT IN A POOPY DIAPER
I got home, tired and weary. We had the best day ever at the beach, me and my friends. We sat on the couch, popped sodas and stayed up late. It was very easy since my parents were out of town and my 20 year old brother who knew I was a TB was at work.
The next morning my friends left to go home and I was all alone. I went into my closet and but my baby clothes and a diaper on. I opened the playpen and stepped in with my best friend Peter who was also a TB. We sat in it for a little while and then he left.
Then, I decided to poop a little in my diaper, but I ended pooping it until the diaper went from brown to white. My brother still wasn't home. Then the phone rang, I ignored it. It rang again, but I stayed inside the pop-up playpen.
Then, inspiration struck. I should just take off all my clothes. Everything but the diaper, the completely brown diaper. I probably should have answered the phone, it was my brother who was trying to tell me he was picking up our parents early.
When the front door clicked and unlocked I had my door closed so I didn't hear it. My door opened. It was my mom. I looked at her nervously and she just stared without speaking. She walked out and sighed. I quickly took off the poop overflowing diaper and put on regular clothes.
The rest of the night I stayed in my room. Didn't say anything. I woke up and just walked to the bus stop. When I got home from school, there was a big pile of diapers in my room and bars being put on my regular bed.
"Surprise!" She said with a smile. "If you really wanted to be a baby you should of said so!" "Come in to the living room with me". I walked in hesitantly to see my brother who didn't seem all that surprised. "Ok now we are going to have some rules". "What kind of rules?" I said with a gulp.
"First, you will have to use your diapers", "Second, if you need to be changed call me, you are not allowed to change yourself." "You will be fed by me and placed in your playpen when we are not doing things." "Now let's go to your playpen."
I stood up, led by my mother and sat down. Since I had no other "Appropriate Clothing" I sat down in just my diaper. I had to poop, really bad. At one point, I just went and felt the diaper get heavier and heavier. It was the kind of diaper that it was easy to see if I was used or not.
My mother walked by. "Does my baby have a poopy?" "I'll be right back." She came back with a changing pad and a clean diaper. She undid the tapes and pulled the top of the diaper down with a loud crinkle. Well, I lifted up my legs and felt the poop get wiped off and a fresh diaper put on. And now I still wear diapers and poop them until they overflow.
Written By: Tom