Sammy Gets His Wish - new chapter 10-29-2024 -- (Author) TheMat

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Author: TheMat
Timestamp: Aug 22, 2023 at 10:30 PM
Content: Prelude: This is my first story here and is inspired by a true story that happened to me. When I was around 4 or 5 years old my parents went to some unfamiliar church for a special evening service to see a traveling speaker and they dropped me off at the church nursery where I was asked if I wore diapers. I said “no” but I’ve wondered ever since, from that very moment, what would have happened if I had answered differently. This story explores what might have been.

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Chapter 1:

“Do you wear diapers?” The question instantly grabbed Sammy’s attention and sent a flutter through his stomach. One of the church nursery helpers stood over him with a hurried expression. “We forgot to ask your parents when they dropped you off” the young woman explained, clipboard in hand. “I’m Courtney by the way.”

His parents had left about 5 minutes ago to go into the evening service at the new church. Sammy looked around the room of a couple dozen 2 to 5 year old kids. He could see diapers peaking out of some of their pants, even some of the older kids he thought should have been potty trained. He’d been potty trained himself at age 2, and was even dry at night, and had very little memory of being in diapers at all, but now several years later they were of strange fascination to him for some reason and he wondered what it would be like to wear one.

“Umm sometimes?” he stammered, wondering if this was his opportunity to get one put on him. He couldn’t actually remember the last time he had worn one but it didn’t feel as dishonest as saying “yes”. “Are you wearing one now?” the helper asked, looking down at her clipboard. “Um no…” Sammy replied. “Ok, hey Marge, Sammy’s parents didn’t fill out whether he has accidents or not and he says he wears diapers sometimes, but he’s not wearing one now, what should I do?” asked Courtney. “Better diaper him just in case” Marge replied.

The commotion had caught the attention of some of the older kids who were looking and giggling towards Sammy now. Sammy could feel his face turning a little red and suddenly he wasn’t so sure he wanted this anymore. “Do I really have to?” he asked Courtney. “Afraid so bud, we like to play it safe as much as possible. Besides, half the kids your age here still wear diapers so it’s no big deal. Follow me?” Sammy looked down at the floor pondering the situation. “We could call your parents back and ask them if you want?” Courtney suggested. “No it’s ok” said Sammy. He knew what they would say and deep down he really really wanted this.

Sammy obligingly followed her across the room to one of the changing tables still wanting to try a diaper but having mixed feelings now. “Let’s see… you look like about a size 6” she said faintly to herself as she pored through several packages of diapers under the table before pulling one out. “Here’s one” she exclaimed as she patted the top of the changing table. “Hop up bud” directing Sammy to a small step stool that he could climb up. “Alright now Sammy can you take your pants off for me and lay down?” Sammy’s heart was racing now. He couldn’t believe he was actually going to get a diaper put on him. He slowly obliged, feeling very exposed, and laid down on the table for Courtney.

Courtney gingerly unfolded the diaper, fluffed it out, and laid it down next to Sammy and sprinkled some powder on it. “Lift your legs up for me bud?” She asked and slid the diaper under his bottom. Soon she was pulling the front of the diaper up between his legs and fastening the tapes. Sammy pushed his legs together slightly, feeling the new thickness between his legs. He couldn’t believe he was actually wearing a diaper. “Alright now your pants?” called Courtney. Sammy stood up as Courtney help him pull up his pants. He looked down at his underwear left on the table. “Its ok, we’ll put those in a safe place until your parents come get you” she said reassuringly. ”All set!” she exclaimed as she held his hand and he jumped off the table.

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Author: TheMat
Timestamp: Aug 23, 2023 at 5:27 PM
Content: Hey guys, thanks for the positive feedback thus far. I actually just wrote that in a couple hours yesterday. It’s been on my mind to write for some time though and I wasn’t sure at first where it could go. Working on chapter 2 now though is giving me some ideas. I want to flesh out the Courtney character in particular and tell some of the story from her perspective. Looking back I wish I’d given myself some more time to refine chapter 1 and will definitely take more time for chapter 2. Any and all feedback is welcome.
I will say I’m more of a DL but just because of the ages involved it may have some light AB themes as well. My goal is to make the story fairly realistic and believable too.

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Author: TheMat
Timestamp: Aug 27, 2023 at 9:39 PM
Content: Chapter 2:

As Sammy ran away from the changing area, Courtney thought to herself about how agreeable Sammy had been to getting diapered. A senior in high school and planning to go into early childhood education, she had been helping out in the church nursery for several years now and changed a lot of diapers in that time. Usually the older kids gave her a hard time about it but something was different about this one. Why would a kid want to wear a diaper?

Sammy walked away from the changing area, his heart still racing, elated at the fact that he was finally wearing a diaper. He felt happy and naughty at the same time. What would his parents think? The thought drifted away quickly. He was going to enjoy this moment while he could and worry about his parents later.

Although there was now some extra bulk between his legs, it didn’t seem that bad Sammy thought. It certainly didn’t seem to be hindering the other diapered kids who were running around freely. It kind of felt like cloth actually. “I wonder how much it would really hold” he thought to himself.

Soon enough Sammy was engrossed in play with the other kids. There was a large plastic play house with a pretend kitchen inside where he manned the stove, taking orders from other kids and sending pretend food out to others. Soon he forgot about his diaper altogether.

“Snack time!” Courtney called out. She had set out paper plates with animal crackers and apple juice boxes on the low kids tables towards the front of the room. All the kids made a mad dash for the tables.

“Hey no running!” Marge shouted out angrily.

But everyone ignored her and continued running and shouting loudly as they approached the tables.

“Simon says STOP!” shouted Courtney smiling wide and holding her hands up with an infectious joyous confidence that the kids couldn’t resist. She truly loved kids and had figured out a way to connect with them that Marge didn’t understand.

“Simon says jump to the left!” All the kids jumped to the left.

“Now jump to the right!” The kids dutifully stood still.

“Simon says march!” She said as she started marching in place.

Now the kids marched in an orderly fashion and sat down around their tables. Marge shook her head and resumed sweeping the floor.

After snack time Sammy noticed Marge and Courtney were going around the room and leaning down close to some of the kids, asking them something. One kid started walking away with Marge towards the changing area when Courtney made her way to him and leaned down.

“Hey bud, how’s your diaper?” She said with a smile, turning her head to one side slightly.

“It’s ok” Sammy replied.

“Alright well if you need any help you can ask me!” Courtney said as she stood back up and moved on to the next kid.

Sammy pondered the situation. It seemed like they expected him to use his diaper but he knew his parents would be upset with him for not using the bathroom when he was perfectly capable of doing so. The apple juice from earlier was making its way to his bladder by now and he realized he was going to have to go soon. “I’ll just ask Courtney to help get my diaper off so I can use the bathroom” he thought to himself.

As Courtney started changing one of the other kids, she thought about Sammy some more. Most of the other kids were wet by now. Was he better at holding it than they thought? Maybe he really didn’t need to be diapered.

Sammy played a while longer, building an impressive tower out of duplo legos, but before long his body was telling him it was time to visit the bathroom.

“Courtney can you help me sit on the potty? I really have to go” Sammy asked, feeling the pressure in his bladder building.

“Not right now, I’ll be done here in a little bit. Marge can take you if you want?”

Marge was picking up after snack time and was busy glaring at the kids who had left big messes. She had been managing the nursery for many years even going back to when Courtney was a little girl in the nursery herself. Marge probably wasn’t the best person for the job at this point but options at the small church were limited and the pastor didn’t think Courtney was ready to take on the job herself and especially with her going off to college in the fall, it was clear Marge was going to be stuck in this role for the foreseeable future.

“Do you need something kid?” Marge glared as she noticed Sammy looking her way.

“That’s ok, I can wait…” said Sammy.

He paced back and forth as the pressure continued to build. He hated to pester Courtney but he had to go nonetheless.

“Are you almost done?” Sammy asked once more. He leaned over slightly, holding himself. He REALLY needed to go now.

“I just have one more diaper to change Sammy. Can you hold it just a little longer?”

“I don’t think so..” Sammy replied as he felt a couple drops escape into his diaper.

“Ok, how about you just go in your diaper and I’ll change you in a little bit?” Courtney replied cheerfully, trying to set Sammy at ease.

She felt crazy saying it, she had never had to encourage a kid to use their diaper before. Usually they did that on their own just fine.

“Ok” said Sammy sheepishly as his stomach fluttered. He didn’t expect to be told to use his diaper. He turned and walked back towards the playhouse. If he was going to use his diaper it felt weird to do it in front of Courtney. He turned around to the back of the playhouse out of sight and as he looked out across the room he let his bladder go.

A trickle began flowing into his diaper, thickening the front a little, before turning into a solid stream, completely soaking the front, then pooling down in the middle, then wicking up the back. Sammy let out a sigh of relief as the pressure on his bladder eased.

“Are you ok?” One of the other kids, a little girl about his age, said as she came from behind him.

“What? Yes, um, I’m fine, I don’t know” Said Sammy, startled.

“You just looked kind of out of it there for a minute” the little girl said and ran off.

Sammy felt his face turn red. He thought about how blissful it felt to completely let go in his diaper but also how a kid his age shouldn’t need diapers, and the thought of the little girl noticing him wetting. Besides the bliss and embarrassment though, one thing was clear. His diaper now felt much thicker and noticeable than before.

Courtney had finished changing other kids and was reorganizing her supplies when Sammy walked up to her again. Noticing his solemn face, she asked softly, “hey bud, did you go in your diaper?”

Sammy nodded.

“That’s ok, that’s what it’s there for. Hop up and I’ll get you cleaned up” she said, motioning towards the changing table once again.

Sammy climbed up but just as he started pulling down his pants for Courtney, they heard a sharp voice from the door, “Samuel Lee Johnson, why are you wearing a diaper?!”

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Author: TheMat
Timestamp: Aug 28, 2023 at 3:56 AM
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BabyHailey1977 said:

Mean indeed. I love caught stories.

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I wasn’t “caught” until age 12 or so, but it was the most traumatic thing I’ve ever experienced. And I almost died in a motorcycle accident as a young adult. And that trauma still didn’t top what I felt when I was caught and the way my mom made me feel back then.

As I’m writing chapter 3, of course with Sammy being much younger it’s not going to be an exact parallel to my experience, but what I write will be heavily inspired by that experience. And let’s just say that Sammy’s mom is probably more like Marge than Courtney.

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Author: TheMat
Timestamp: Aug 28, 2023 at 4:25 AM
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BabyHailey1977 said:

I hear you there. I was caught twice between 11 and 12. My mom flipped out. Yelling, threatening to make me wear them to school, around family and such. The worst part was she called me abnormal. To this day if someone calls me that, it puts me in a bad place.

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Oof, that rough. Fortunately my mom didn’t spread the knowledge around. But she sure threatened to. Using it to control me any time she didn’t like my behavior or answer or whatever. She’d whisper in my ear “how would you like everyone to know that you peed in diapers!?”

I couldn’t imagine mentioning anything about it to either of my parents now. I talked it through with a therapist a while ago too. My story has a lot of religious trauma from them wrapped up in it too which I’m going to try to leave out of Sammy’s story.

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Author: TheMat
Timestamp: Aug 28, 2023 at 4:29 AM
Content: By the way, I feel like I might need to run chapter 3 by a moderator. Just want to make sure I’m good as far as what the story rules say about humiliation and under 18 year olds. So if a moderator is reading this and wants to let me know who to send that too, that would be great!
I feel like what I want to write isn’t any more humiliating than what I’ve read in other popular stories here. But just want to be safe.

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Author: TheMat
Timestamp: Aug 28, 2023 at 6:12 PM
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Fiammaverde said:

Sammy is in an unpleasant spot, but surely also Courtney isn’t in a comfortable situation.
Will she blame Sammy for lying about being “sometimes” in diapers, or will she instead somehow try to defend him?

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There is certainly plenty of blame to go around. Mrs. Johnson didn’t fill out the form right, Marge didn’t have a better process in place, Courtney believed the word of a little kid and did the actual diapering (with Marge’s input), and of course, Sammy lied. Do you think Mrs. Johnson is likely to accept any responsibility for her part?
Marge is supposedly in charge of the nursery too so ultimate responsibility for whatever goes on there should fall on her. But will it?

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Author: TheMat
Timestamp: Aug 30, 2023 at 9:44 PM
Content: Chapter 3:

Mrs. Johnson was a meticulous sort of woman. She had grown up in a very conservative household with strong convictions and traditional roles. Her own mother had potty trained her and her siblings by simply taking their diapers away and letting them run around the house naked when they were a year and a half old. Not potty training Sammy until 2 felt like she had failed in some way and she was determined that once trained that he would be done with diapers 100% too just like she had been. Fortunately Sammy trained quite well and he really didn’t need them after those few weeks of training. She scoffed at those moms who waited to potty train until 3, 4, even 5 years old, seeing them as enabling laziness and not having what it takes.

As she sat in the pew listening to the speaker preach on not judging others, she started to wonder how Sammy was doing. At their home church Sammy would be in a separate class room full of kids his own age where he did quite well. She worried that being left in a nursery with a bunch of little kids might be hard for him though so she decided to go back and check on him.

Normally Marge kept the door to the nursery closed but she had left it ajar to take the trash from snack time out. Mrs. Johnson poked her head through the open door scanning the room when her eyes fell on the changing area where she was shocked to see her little Sammy pulling his pants down revealing a wet diaper!

“What on earth?!” She thought to herself as she called him out by his full name.

The ushers just inside the closed sanctuary doors turned around and looked to see what was going on along with a few heads in the congregation. Mr. Johnson hung his head and sighed. His wife often overreacted and although he didn’t quite catch what was said, he knew the outburst was surely from her since she had just gotten up moments ago.

All eyes in the nursery turned towards Sammy standing on the changing table with his pants down revealing his very swollen diaper. The biggest knot formed in his stomach as tears started streaming down his face. He looked down and saw that a blue stripe now appeared prominently on the front of his diaper announcing to the world just how wet he was. Sammy wanted nothing more than to shrink into the size of an ant and disappear. All he had wanted was to see what it was like to wear a diaper. He quickly dropped down flat on the changing table so he didn’t stand out as much.

“Mrs. Johnson!” Cried Courtney with a tinge of panic as she made her way over to the door where Mrs. Johnson still stood aghast.

“I’m sorry I think there was some misunderstanding.” She began as she grabbed her clipboard and started flipping through it.

“When you filled out the form you didn’t answer the question about whether he has accidents or not and he said he wears diapers sometimes so we just figured it was the safest thing to do.”

“HE DOESN’T WEAR DIAPERS” shouted Mrs. Johnson. “WHY WOULD HE SAY THAT??”

Mr. Johnson started to wonder if he should go back there and see what was going on. Even the pastor was looking toward the rear doors of the sanctuary now as Mrs. Johnson showed no sign of calming down.

“I’m not sure Mrs. Johnson, you’ll have to ask him?” Replied Courtney, trying to hold back a tear.

Over the years, Courtney had witnessed all sorts of kids coming from all sorts of situations with all sorts of parents. Some situations were heartbreaking. The limited interactions she witnessed between parents and their child were often plenty to paint a picture of what that child’s world was like. And Sammy’s mom was not painting a very bright one.

Mrs. Johnson started walking towards the changing table where Sammy still lay in his wet diaper, still whimpering and breathing in and out rapidly, when a voice from behind called out:

“Honey, what’s going on?” Mrs. Johnson turned to see her husband coming through the still-open door.

“IT’S SAMMY! Th.. the.. they put a DIAPER ON HIM! AND HE PEED IN IT! AND HE TOLD THEM….” stammered Mrs. Johnson.

“Ok let’s take a step back and talk this through outside, dear.” Mr. Johnson replied placing his hand gently on her shoulder.

With her hands still firmly planted on her sides, elbows sticking out, she huffed and followed him out.

Courtney worked part time at a local grocery store as a cashier and was no stranger to getting berated for no reason by members of the public. She had never experienced someone like Mrs. Johnson at church though.

Mr. Johnson stuck his head back in, motioning towards Courtney and said “I’m really sorry about this, can you get Sammy cleaned up and ready to go? I think we need to leave now.”

“Yes sir I can do that.” Courtney replied, still shaken and dabbing her eyes.

She was relieved that Mr. Johnson had come to her rescue. Marge certainly hadn’t. Marge was even the one who had said they should diaper Sammy! Where was she? It shouldn’t take this long to take the trash out.

Marge had just made it across the parking lot with the trash to where the dumpsters were when she heard the fireworks start going off back inside. Having worked the nursery for a couple decades at this point, she had handled plenty of fireworks in her time. “Courtney should get used to handling them too” she thought to herself, and took her time strolling back across the parking lot. She knew it probably had to do with that kid they diapered. But every line on the form was added by her to account for every possible situation she had encountered over the years. “If a parent hadn’t filled out part of it, then it’s their own fault” she thought some more. “God, please let these parents just be gone by the time I get back” she prayed quietly as she thought about the glass of wine she was going to have at home later tonight.

“Alright buddy let’s get you cleaned up and ready to go” said Courtney, trying to stay positive for Sammy.

She ducked under the table and started shuffling supplies around, looking for the plastic bag she had put his underwear in earlier but it was nowhere to be found. Maybe it was the other changing table?

“I’ll be right back bud” she said as she felt her stomach twirl a little. His underwear had better be under that table. She had experienced enough of Mrs. Johnson’s wrath for tonight.

“C’mon c’mon c’mon…” she muttered under her breath, quickly looking through the supplies. But the underwear weren’t there either.

Marge was just coming back into the room now and putting a new trash bag in the garbage can.

“Hey Marge, did you see Sammy’s underwear around here earlier? I had put them in a little bag under the changing table” Courtney asked.

“Oh, I thought that was garbage” replied Marge. “I just took it out.”

Courtneys heart sank. What was she going to do now? She knew the dumpster was too tall to climb into and even if she could, that garbage bag was full of nasty snack trash and dirty diapers. There was no retrieving those underwear now.

“Ok, well his mom just came back here and was super mad that we put a diaper on him and his dad just asked me to get him ready to go and you threw out his underwear!” Said Courtney, exasperated.

“Watch your tone with me young lady” said Marge indifferently. “I guess you’ll just have to put another diaper on him.”

“Great.” Thought Courtney. This was going to go over super well.

Sammy had been laying on the changing table for a while now, frozen, just wanting the whole ordeal to be over. His diaper had felt warm and kind of comforting at first but was now starting to feel cold and clammy and after seeing his moms reaction he just wanted it off.

“Hey bud, it looks like your underwear got thrown out so I have to change you into another diaper.” Courtney said softly to Sammy.

“What? No! Mom is going to be mad” he exclaimed.

Marge was overhearing their conversation and finally felt a tinge of sympathy.

“I’ll uh... I’ll go talk to his parents for you Courtney and explain the situation.” “Don’t worry kid” she said giving Sammy a quick glance with an extremely faint smile.

“Finally Marge is stepping up.” Thought Courtney. It still didn’t make up for how bad she had been abandoned earlier. But it was something.

“It’s ok bud, I’m sure they’ll understand” she said, placing her hand on his chest.

“Now, let’s get this diaper off of you” she said as she started undoing the tapes. First one, then the other, and then she pulled back the front and lay it down in front. Next she grabbed a wet wipe and gingerly wiped him down and then set it in the wet diaper, pulled it out from under him, and rolled it up securely before tossing it in the trash.

Still shaken from earlier, she had forgotten to get a fresh diaper ready before starting the change. “Just one second.” She told Sammy as she ducked under the table to find another diaper.

“Got it!” She said to Sammy smiling as she jumped up, trying to get back into her usual cheerful self. As frustrating as Mrs. Johnson and Marge had been, she felt the worst for Sammy, having to send him back home in a diaper which was sure to cause more fireworks. She wanted to leave him with as much positive energy as she could.

Once again she unfolded the new diaper and asked Sammy to lift his legs as she slid the diaper under him. She gave him another quick spritz of powder before pulling the front up between his legs and fastened the tapes.

“All set! She said, giving his tummy a little tickle.

Sammy finally cracked a smile and let out a little laugh. He wished he didn’t have to leave the nursery and leave Courtney. He wished his mom could be as cool as she was.

After pulling up his pants, Courtney picked him up off the changing table and held him for a moment. Sammy fell into her arms and laid his head on her shoulder. Courtney felt a lump in her throat and her eyes starting to tear up again. She wished there was more she could do for Sammy but it was time for him to go.

She gave his diapered bottom a quick pat then set him down and offered her hand which he quickly grabbed and they walked towards the door to leave.

Mr. Johnson and Marge stood outside the door finishing up their discussion of the situation. Mrs. Johnson had gone to the car to wait and calm down for which Courtney was very glad.

Mr. Johnson looked up at Courtney as she appeared at the door with Sammy, her face still a little tear stained. “I’m sorry for how my wife reacted” he started. “She’s just… she’s very particular about things sometimes…” he said and paused, looking down at the floor for a moment before looking back to Courtney. “Thanks for taking care of Sammy, I know you did the best you could. Everything is going to be alright” he finished as Sammy walked to him.

“Alright let’s go out to the car buddy” Mr. Johnson said as he scooped him up into his arms. “And you should probably try to keep that diaper dry” he looked at Sammy with a little smirk and gave his sides a little tickle.

Sammy didn’t need his dad to tell him that. He didn’t dare pee in this diaper.

Courtney watched as they walked away, grateful that Sammy seemed to at least had his dad as a source of positive energy in his life.

“We do need to have a little talk tomorrow though” Mr. Johnson continued as he walked, his voice getting a little more serious.

Sammy’s stomach started twisting again. He knew his lie wouldn’t be so easily forgotten. What had he been thinking? Why did he want a diaper so bad?

As they approached the car, Mrs. Johnson opened her door and got out. “Bart, what did she say?”

“Just a moment” replied Mr. Johnson as he opened Sammy’s door and set him directly in his car seat and closed the door. Sammy could do the buckles himself and went to work. Mr. Johnson walked over to his wife’s side and took a few steps away from the car with her.

“Now honey, his underwear got lost somehow and they had to put another diaper on him.”

“THEY WHA..” Mrs. Johnson started.

“It’s JUST until we get home,” Mr. Johnson cut her off firmly. “And Sammy is not going to use it. This is not worth getting worked up about. Mistakes happen. Can we please just get home?”

“Fine.” Retorted Mrs. Johnson as they set in for a very quiet drive home.

Her mind drifted to the laundry she had started before they left. She had started a load of whites including all of Sammy’s underwear. “Did I start the dryer?” She thought to herself. She really hoped she had. They were getting home after his bedtime and she had to get him out of that diaper.

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Author: TheMat
Timestamp: Aug 31, 2023 at 4:01 AM
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redprtodd said:

I'm also enjoying this - the story resonates with me as the conceit is similar to an event that happened to me around the same age.
When I was around five years old or so, I was playing with the children across the street from my house. They had a little girl, Lucy, who was my age and in my kindergarten class, and her younger brother who was somewhere between two and three years old - I don't remember his name. Lucy's mom called us inside and offered us all a snack, which was breakfast cereal. She sat the three of us down at the small dinette table in their kitchen and made us each of bowl. Then she, unsurprisingly, put a vinyl pocket bib on the little boy. Then to my surprise she did the same to Lucy who acted as if it were perfectly normal. She asked me if I needed a bib too, or if I could keep my shirt clean. I warred with myself (even as a child that age I wanted to be treated like a toddler and wear diapers, --I was very jealous of my younger cousins and any kids who were actual toddlers-) - I wanted to tell her YES I needed a bib, but that part of me that was determined to be a big boy won out and assured her that I could eat my cereal without getting any on me. I regretted it the moment I said it, and have wished I would have had the courage to say yes my entire life (although in hindsight that is a very unrealistic expectation to put on a 5 year old) - and although I am more of a tween/middle when it comes to age play, I am an older kid who wants to be treated like a toddler (age play inception!) Most baby stuff is just too babyish for my tastes, but (and I am attributing it to this experience) Vinyl pocket bibs are a thing for me.

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Yes, so much of our life, especially at that age, is centered around meeting the expectations put on us by others whether that be our parents or society at large. I feel like I was taught to suppress what I wanted even more than the average kid. It’s sad that it can take many years to break free and realize that it’s ok to like the things we like.

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Author: TheMat
Timestamp: Sep 13, 2023 at 4:47 AM
Content: Quick update, chapter 4 is nearing completion. I just have a few more scenarios to fill in and one or two plot decisions to make. One of those involves Mr. Johnson. He’ll be finding himself in a position where it may be easier to lie to Mrs. Johnson in order to keep the peace. Does he do it? Or does he tell the truth and take the heat?

Writing Mrs. Johnson is hard to be honest. Not in a difficult sort of way; what to write for her comes quite easily actually. Her character (and Marge too really) is just an amalgamation of many negative authority figures and attitudes I experienced in my formative years. Some of the scenarios involving her are directly lifted from my past and it’s just hard to re-live some of that and explore what that felt like and made others feel like. Yet it feels important to write because, while I can’t point to exactly what cause my DL side, I believe it has something to do with the excitement of diapers combined with the pain of all the Mrs. Johnsons and I wouldn’t be who I am today, for better or for worse, if it wasn’t for those characters.

I would love to hear how Mrs. Johnson strikes you, if she’s an understandable character, and/or someone who is too much of a downer for the story.

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Author: TheMat
Timestamp: Sep 25, 2023 at 10:07 PM
Content: Chapter 4:

It wasn’t the first time Mr. Johnson had had to clean up after his wife’s outburst but he felt especially bad this time this she had done so to such a sweet girl like Courtney. He was going to have to finally have a talk this with Mrs. Johnson about how she couldn’t keep doing this.

The Johnsons arrived home after dark well past Sammy’s bed time and he had fallen fast asleep in his car seat. Mr. Johnson picked Sammy up and carried him all the way to his bed without a stir while Mrs. Johnson headed for the laundry room.

“S$%^&..” Mrs. Johnson exclaimed under her breath. All of the whites were still wet in the washer.

“Bart!!” Mrs. Johnson called out as Mr. Johnson poked his head around the upstairs hall.

“Shh Sammy is sleeping, let’s not wake home up” replied Mr. Johnson.

“But he’s still wearing that diaper and the laundry isn’t dry and I don’t have anything else to put on him! What are we going to do?” Mrs. Johnson whined.

Mr. Johnson sighed. Ever since Sammy was born he could tell his wife had an intensely negative view of diapers. While he saw them as a handy convenience, she saw them as a necessary evil and had pushed hard to potty train Sammy as soon as possible. Sooner than Mr. Johnson really thought he should have been.

Mr. Johnson sat down on the couch, motioning for his wife to come join him. “He’ll be fine for tonight. It’s not like he’s going to be wearing them every night.” Replied Mr. Johnson.

“But what if he uses it? Why did he use that one earlier? Why did he lie? What if he starts having accidents? This has to stop. I’m not going to have my boy getting used to wearing diapers. Did you know Cindy’s girl just turned 4 and she still hasn’t potty trained her? You can see it in her face, she knows what she’s doing. She’s lazy! I can’t let that be Sammy.” Mrs. Johnson replied.

Indeed, Cindy’s daughter Emily was about ready for preschool and still wore diapers. Cindy had tried several times over the past couple years to potty train her but every time, Emily would refuse to use the potty and would just go in her underwear until after a few days, Cindy would give in to Emily’s stubbornness and put her back in diapers.

“Sammy is not Emily” replied Mr. Johnson firmly. “I don’t know what happened at the nursery but I’ll have a talk with him first thing in the morning.”

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Sammy awoke suddenly from strong pressure on his bladder. It was about 2am and the house was pitch black except for the soft red light in the corner of his room that meant it wasn’t time to get up yet. Since he had fallen asleep in the car he had never had a chance to use the bathroom before his dad put him straight in bed. Waking up to pee wasn’t super uncommon and he was allowed to leave his room to use the bathroom though. Sammy started to get out of bed when he felt extra thickness between legs and remembered that Courtney had diapered him before leaving the nursery.

“I must have fallen asleep in the car” Sammy thought to himself as he started slipping his shorts from yesterday off. “Why didn’t mom take this diaper off though?” He didn’t actually like wearing pajamas to bed and often slept in just his underwear.

Sammy paused about halfway out of bed and sat on the side. “Still dry..” he mumbled as he reached down and felt his diaper. “Maybe I’ll just go in it” he thought to himself. But then he remembered how angry his mom had been about his last wet diaper. “But this might be the last time I’m ever wearing a diaper” he thought some more, remembering what it was like to pee in one in the nursery, wanting to experience that feeling again.

Then, not sure if it was a momentary loss of control, or intentionally letting go, or some combination of the two, suddenly a wet spot was forming on his diaper. He reached down and felt a mesmerizing warm thickening sensation starting in one tight spot and then spreading outward.

“Might as well lay back down.” He thought to himself as he finished removing his shorts. His bladder clenched as he repositioned himself and got back under the covers before slowing releasing again. Now he was covered up in bed, with pee rushing out of his bladder, and yet everything but his diaper was remaining dry.

Sammy couldn’t remember ever feeling anything like this. Peeing in his pants at the nursery while diapered had been special enough, but peeing in bed now? And everything being ok? This was wild.

As the last few drops trickled out, Sammy reached for his night time water bottle and took a big drink to quench his dry mouth before drifting off back to sleep with his hand on his wet diaper feeling more relaxed than he’d ever been before.

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Sammy woke early the following morning as usual with his light still red. Usually he would get up, go to the bathroom, and play for a while before his light turned green. This morning though, he lay in his bed mulling over in his mind what it was like to use his diaper. He thought about wetting himself at the nursery, fully clothed, and how the diaper kept him dry, and then how sweet and gentle Courtney was changing him into a fresh diaper.

Although Sammy didn’t have any conscious memory of it, Mrs. Johnson had certainly not been so pleasant about changing him before he was potty trained. She thought that making everything about diapers unpleasant would encourage him to train faster. Maybe her harsh tactics had worked. But was there a cost?

As he stretched out in bed, just about to get up to use the bathroom, the thick sensation between his legs caught him off guard. “What is this?” He thought. “Oh…” he murmured as the memory of waking up to pee and going in his diaper last night started coming back to him. “Oh NO!” He thought some more. Mom was going to be mad. He had to get this diaper off ASAP.

“TAP TAP TAP”

Sammy froze in terror as suddenly someone was tapping on his door. The door opened slowly...

“Hey Sam, I heard you were up and I wanted to talk about yesterday.”

Sammy was relieved to see it was his dad. He did not want his mom catching him in a wet diaper again.

“Why did you lie about wearing diapers yesterday? Is there something we need to know?” Mr. Johnson began as he sat down on Sammy’s bed.

While he didn’t enjoy talking about his misbehavior, dad was certainly the preferable parent to do so with. While mom would jump straight to punishments, dad would sit down with him and try to talk through what was going on.

“I… I don’t know” Sammy stammered as he looked up at the ceiling, still laying in bed.

The pressure in his bladder was still building and Sammy repositioned his legs. As much as he kinda wanted to pee in his diaper some more, he didn’t dare do it in front of his dad.

“Do you need to use the bathroom?” Asked Mr. Johnson.

“Yeah…” said Sammy softly.

“Alright well why don’t you go take care of that and then we can finish this conversation. We need to get you out of that diaper anyway.” Said Mr. Johnson as he pulled back the covers.

The blue wetness indicator on his diaper stood out like a sore thumb. “Oh you’re wet” said Mr. Johnson with a slight chuckle. “Did you um… why did you pee in this one too?”

Dad’s light tone put Sammy a little at ease but he still hated talking about peeing in his diapers. Truthfully, he didn’t know why he was so fascinated with them.

“It’s ok, let’s just get you cleaned up” said Mr. Johnson as he grabbed a nearby towel and laid it on the floor and motioned for Sammy to lay down. “Just a sec” his dad said as he went to the bathroom and grabbed the pack of wipes they still kept in case Sammy needed extra help cleaning up in the bathroom.

As Mr. Johnson started pulling back the tapes, he remembered what it was like changing Sammy as a baby. His work schedule meant this was a task that Mrs. Johnson ended up doing most of the time but when he could he had always treasured those intimate moments with his son and tried to make it a happy experience every time. He couldn’t help doing the same even now.

“Alright Sam lift your legs up?” Mr. Johnson said as he slid the wet diaper out. He gave him a quick wipe down before rolling up the diaper and taping it shut. “Alright, you should have clean underwear in the dryer, let me go get some” he said as he stood up with the diaper and walked out the door.

Sammy stood up and looked through his dresser. Sure enough, there were no underwear to be found. “That must be why they didn’t take that diaper off last night” he thought to himself. Then he heard muffled voices through door.

“Is that Sammy’s diaper?” Mrs. Johnson asked. She had gotten up and was getting her coffee ready. “Is it still dry?”

Sammy pressed his ear to the door, struggling to hear the conversation.

“Bone dry!” Replied Mr. Johnson as he header for the laundry room. “I told you he wouldn’t pee in it” he said as he set the diaper in the kitchen trash can carefully so as not to let it thud and give the truth away.

“Oh thank god!” Replied Mrs. Johnson, relieved. “We’ve got to make sure this never happens again” she finished, thinking to herself about how unpleasant she could make yesterday’s episode be for Sammy to discourage him from doing it again.

Sammy couldn’t believe what he just heard. Dad just lied to mom? As confused as he was, he was very grateful that he didn’t have to worry about his mom’s wrath now.

Mr. Johnson gave a quick tap-tap on Sammy’s door and walked in and handed him his underwear.

“Listen, uhh… let’s just forget about all this. Just promise me you won’t lie about needing diapers again?”

Sammy nodded. “I promise.”

“Good. That church is having another service tonight and I’d like to go back.” Continued Mr. Johnson. “Your mom is going to stay home but you can come with me if you’d like?”

Sammy didn’t know what to say. He had so many mixed feelings about the experience yesterday.

“It’s ok you can think about it; I need to get to work now” Mr. Johnson said as he headed for the door.

And then Sammy was alone in his room with his mind racing. His dad had lied and basically let him go for lying to Courtney. Why would he do that? Plus the memory of those diapers lingered. How soft they felt, how warm and comforting they were, wrapping him up like a hug. He hated the promise his dad had gotten out of him. He wanted nothing more than to be back in a diaper and wetting it and began plotting about how he could make it happen again.

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Later that morning, Mrs. Johnson took Sammy to the library for story time. As they pulled up and were about to get out of the car, she leaned back and said “Now I expect you to be a good listener and sit still this time”. Sammy was usually fairly well behaved but he had a bad habit of copying the bad behavior of other kids.

They walked inside and made their way to the children’s section where a number of other kids and their parents had gathered as well.

“STORY TIME WITH MISS BEKY” a signed propped up on an easel read. Soon enough a young woman in her late 20s with dark brown hair appeared and sat down in a large wooden chair with a selection of children’s books.

“Good morning boys and girls!” Began Miss Beky. “For our first story we have Pete the Cat.”

She held the book up for all to see and began to read loudly. All the kids were sitting quietly listening except for one who seemed more interested in the library computers nearby. Sammy looked over at him and thought about how much he liked playing on the library computers too.

“Mom can I go get on the computer” Sammy asked, standing up.

“Shhh no honey sit down, let’s finish hearing the stories first. I thought you liked Pete the Cat.”

Sammy sat back down but couldn’t take his eyes off the other boy who was sitting at one of the computers now and his mom didn’t seem to care.

Suddenly, Sammy jumped up and started walking towards the computer area. “Sammy! Get back here this instant!” His mom said in a shouting-under-her-breath sort of way. But he didn’t stop. He just had to be at the computers.

Mrs. Johnson stood up herself now and began following him, quickly catching up and getting in front of him. As he stopped she leaned down very close to his ear and whispered “How would you like everyone to know you peed in diapers?”

Sammy froze as another big knot formed in his stomach. He couldn’t believe his mom was going to use that against him like this. As much as he liked wearing a diaper he knew it wasn’t something a “normal” kid his age should like and he certainly didn’t need his mom broadcasting it.

“MOM NO!” Sammy said in a panicked voice. “Please don’t tell anyone” he pleaded.

“Then you come sit down right now!” She replied.

“Ok just don’t tell anyone” he said, wiping away a tear.

They returned to the story area and sat back down but Sammy couldn’t focus on anything Miss Beky was reading. All he could think about was his mom threatening to embarrass him in front of everyone.

After story time, Sammy didn’t want to do anything else at the library and just wanted to go home where he played in his room for the rest of the afternoon. He wanted to see as little of his mom as possible after what happened earlier.

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Later, Mr. Johnson returned home from work. “How was your day, honey?” He asked as he took off his hat and started pouring himself a glass of water.

“It was fine, Sammy has been playing quietly by himself all afternoon actually.” Mrs. Johnson replied.

“All afternoon?” said Mr. Johnson. That didn’t sound like Sammy. He usually struggled to occupy himself and tried to get one if his parents to play with him all the time. “Did something happen?” He continued.

“I don’t think so” Mrs. Johnson replied. “We went to story time at the library but it was fine.”

Mr. Johnson pondered if Sammy was upset about the whole diaper incident from earlier and decided to go upstairs and check on him.

“Daddy!” Exclaimed Sammy as his dad appeared at the door and he ran and gave him a big hug.

“Hey Sam, you doing ok?” Asked Mr. Johnson.

“Yeah…” replied Sammy. Truthfully his mom’s threat was still eating at him but he didn’t want to cause any more problems.

“Alright, well I’m still going to that church tonight if you still want to come with me.” Mr. Johnson said as he got up to leave.

Sammy had forgotten about going back to the church. Then he remembered that dad had said that mom was going to stay home and he was happy to be away from her right now and decided that he would go. He really wanted to see Courtney again too.

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Author: TheMat
Timestamp: Sep 25, 2023 at 10:19 PM
Content: Chapter 4 just posted above

Reflections:

The scene where Mrs. Johnson threatens to embarrass him is almost directly lifted from my childhood. The only difference really is I was a bit older than Sammy is. But otherwise, that sort of discipline-by-shaming/embarrassment was a hallmark of my mom.

This is really the first story I’ve ever written and the more I write the more I think to write which is a far cry from what it was like doing writing assignments for school. I used to struggle to fill a page. Now I’ve probably gotten most of chapter 5 written. I just kept having more and more ideas to write. I think around 2500 words per chapter is what I’m going to target now though so I split what I had written for chapter 4 and decided to make the return to the nursery be chapter 5.

Will Sammy break his promise to his dad? Will he manage to get put back in a diaper?

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Author: TheMat
Timestamp: Sep 26, 2023 at 2:43 PM
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Fiammaverde said:

The worst part is that Mrs. Johnson’s threat is a bluff. She really would prefer to have Sammy not peeing himself, and nobody informed on his “accident”, because that would also shame her as a mother.

The day Sammy understands who is holding the knife by the handle, Mrs. Johnson is screwed.

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I guess that does hit different for a 4-5 year old compared to me at 13-14. You’re right, Mrs. Johnson would totally take his accidents as a failure on her part. And then probably take that frustration out on him. And probably in indirect sort of ways that just contributes to the overall dysfunction in this family.

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Author: TheMat
Timestamp: Nov 27, 2023 at 3:46 PM
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Stevepw said:

Two months and no update going to presume the story has died? Would be a shame if it has

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I have chapter 5 and probably most of 6 written. It just needs some refinement. I need to be in the right headspace to work on it too and there’s just been a lot going on lately. I promise the story is not dead though.

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Author: TheMat
Timestamp: Nov 27, 2023 at 3:56 PM
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Growler0128 said:

well i after Mrs. Johnson initially talks to you. You will need to tell her the whole truth that you do have accidents occasionally, and that diapers are a very comforting item for you and it gives you a secure feeling with them on.

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I like your thinking! But I don’t think Mrs. Johnson cares much about the comfort and security of anyone but herself.

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Author: TheMat
Timestamp: Dec 12, 2023 at 9:56 PM
Content: Thoughts and reflections included at the bottom of this chapter.

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Chapter 5

When they got to church, Mr. Johnson dropped Sammy off at the nursery once more, being careful to fill out the intake form correctly this time. “No diapers and no accidents” he wrote in addition to the form fields.

“Alright Mr. Johnson, we’ll take good care of him” Courtney said as he handed her the clipboard.

“I guess you don’t need diapers after all, huh bud?” she said giving him a little tickle. Sammy ran off grinning. He missed Courtney and was happy to be around her once again, even if she wasn’t diapering him.

Many of the same kids from yesterday were back again too. “Hey!” said a little girl walking up to him. It was the same girl who had asked if he was ok yesterday when he was secretly wetting his diaper. “What’s your name?”

The girl looked to be about his age. Sammy noticed tell-tale white plastic sticking out of the top of her skirt which he was immediately envious of. “I’m Sammy, what’s yours?”

“Emily! I saw you get in trouble yesterday. What was your mom so mad about?”

Sammy looked at the floor.

“Oh I’m sorry, never mind” she continued. “We can talk about something else.”

Sammy was glad she didn’t persist. He secretly wished his mom could be like the cool moms that many other kids seemed to have, but it seemed like a wrong wish to have and he didn’t want to talk about it.

The two played together for the next hour and every so often Sammy would catch a peak of Emily’s diaper.

Soon enough he had to go to the bathroom. “Hey Emily I’ll be right back” he said. “I have to go to the bathroom.”

“No diaper this time?” asked Emily.

Sammy froze.

“I’m uh.. not wearing one today” he stammered as he crossed his legs.

“Why did you have one on yesterday? I thought I saw you using it too” she replied.

Sammy’s mind raced. How could he explain this?

“I just wanted to see what it was like” he finally responded.

“Oh! Isn’t it great?” said Emily. “You don’t have to stop playing, just go wherever you are.”

“What about your parents?” Sammy asked. “They don’t try to get you to use the bathroom?

“My mom tries to potty train me but when she puts underwear on me I just go in them and eventually she puts me back in diapers. Do you want to be back in diapers?”

“Well, kind of...” Sammy replied.

“Then just go in your pants” she said. “Eventually they’ll get tired of the messes.”

Sammy paused for a moment. What if he did just go in his underwear? What would they do? Could this be a way to get back into a diaper without lying?

“Just go!” Emily continued, giving him a little push and giggling.

The little push disrupted his balance causing Sammy to uncross his legs. He took a step back, thinking about what Emily was saying. It felt so wrong but using those diapers previously had been the most amazing feeling ever.

“Ok I won’t watch” Emily continued as she turned around and went inside the playhouse.

No one was looking at Sammy now. He looked around the room once more and caught a glimpse of Courtney smiling and laughing with the kid she was changing right then. Suddenly he felt some wetness in his underwear. He looked down to see a dark spot forming on his pants and growing bigger as he felt liquid dripping down his legs. He was peeing his pants? Sammy couldn’t believe what he was doing. The feeling of letting go in his underwear was almost as exhilarating as it had been to let go in his diaper, but the aftermath didn’t feel quite as pleasant. His pants stuck uncomfortably to his legs and unlike in a diaper, the wet sensation in his underwear wasn’t dissipating.

Sammy froze, not sure what to do next. Then Emily came back around the corner.

“You did it!” She said, grinning at the puddle on the floor where Sammy stood. “Courtney, Sammy peed!” She shouted across the room.

Sammy felt his face turn red as everyone turned to look at the spectacle of his wet predicament.

“Uh oh, someone had an accident!” Courtney said. “Let’s get you cleaned up” she said as she carefully picked him up. “Marge can you help clean up the floor?”

“Someone peed on the floor?” Replied Marge. “They have to wear a diaper then” she continued as she sighed and started getting out the cleaning supplies.

As they got to the changing area, Courtney hesitated. Sammy seemed to have a real accident, and his pants were wet, and diapers were the only thing they had to change him into. She thought some more about how agreeable he had been to getting diapered yesterday. It really seemed like he wanted to be put in a diaper now. Only Mr. Johnson had dropped him off too so she didn’t have to worry about Mrs. Johnson’s wrath she thought.

“Ok bud let’s get you out of those wet clothes” she said as she started working his pants off.”

“We don’t have any clean clothes here to change you into so I have to put a diaper on you” she said with her classic smile and head tilted to one side.

Sammy pretended to feign disappointment but Courtney could see right through it. Something was definitely different about him.

“Oh it was THAT kid?” Marge suddenly interrupted. “Hold on a sec” she said, jotting some numbers on a keypad. “We don’t need another incident like yesterday.”

“Ok I’ll just start cleaning him up” replied Courtney as she grabbed some wipes and started wiping down his legs.

Mr. Johnson was enjoying the service by himself. He felt so much more at ease without his wife around. The preacher was just finishing up a point about casting your cares on God when bright red numbers suddenly illuminated on either side of the stage. “104” they displayed. Mr. Johnson pulled the slip out of his pocket that Courtney had handed him and saw in big letters the same number, 104.

He sighed as he got up. He had been hoping to have an uninterrupted service tonight unlike yesterday. But all the same, he knew they wouldn’t have summoned him if it wasn’t important and he had to make sure Sammy was ok.

Marge greeted him at the door. “Hey your kid had an accident all over the floor” she started.

“Sammy? That is so not like him…” began Mr. Johnson when he spied Sammy across the room on a changing table again. “So you’re putting a diaper on him?”

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about, sir.” Marge replied. “Since your wife made such a big deal about it yesterday we thought you might have a change of clothes we can put on him instead?”

Mr. Johnson paused. They used to bring extra clothes around for Sammy soon after he had been potty trained, but they had stopped doing that over a year ago since he just didn’t have accidents anymore.

“Unfortunately I don’t. So I guess you have to put him in whatever you can. I’m really sorry about this” he finished.

“We’ll mark it in his file now that he needs to be diapered if he comes back here again” remarked Marge “And now you know how to fill out the form next time” she finished as Mr. Johnson turned to leave. He decided it wasn’t worth arguing with Marge now even though she was rubbing him the wrong way. Besides, it wasn’t much different than what he was used to from his wife.

Marge nodded to Courtney to proceed.

Courtney poked around for a size 6 diaper under the table again before coming back up with one. “Ok bud let’s get you dressed. Can you lift your legs up for me?” Sammy obliged and Courtney slid the diaper underneath I him. As she once again set about to fastening the tapes, Sammy couldn’t help but stare up into her face. Her long dark brown pony tail fell over one of her shoulders and danced about as she worked on getting his diaper on. How nice it felt just to be taken care of by someone so sweet to him.

“I’m sorry we don’t have anything else for you to wear.” She said with a knowing smirk.

Sammy got down wearing just his t-shirt and diaper and started walking back towards the play house.

Emily had been watching from inside the playhouse. Suddenly she popped out and said “See I told you it would work!”

Indeed it had. Sammy had gotten his wish once again.

“Now you can just go in your diaper whenever you want!” she said smiling.

They continued running around the playhouse which had a slide on one side of it. They both climbed up and Sammy slid down first. Then Emily sat, getting ready to go down, when Sammy looked up. From his vantage point her diaper was clearly visible as she sat at the top of the slide with her legs apart. He spotted the familiar blue stripe. She was wet! Sort of wet anyway. He could see there was still some of the strip that was dry.

“Hey I think you’re wet” Sammy said, pointing.

“I know, I’m not ready to be changed yet” she replied.

Sammy couldn’t believe how open and nonchalant Emily was about her diaper.

Ok I’m going to get a drink” he said as he walked over to the water fountain at the front of the room.

After taking a big drink, he started walking back to where Emily was but she was nowhere to be seen. He took a look around the room. It wasn’t that big after all, where could she have gone? Then he spotted her in the corner behind some chairs.

“There you are!” He called out as he approached her. She was hunched over and appeared to be struggling.

“Don’t look!” She exclaimed.

Suddenly Sammy realized what she was doing and stopped in his tracks. As much as he had always thought about what it would like to pee in a diaper, he hadn’t considered messing in one. He wasn’t too sure that was something he wanted to do.

“Ok I’ll uh.. wait for you by the play set” he replied.

Courtney had spotted them from across the room and suspected what Emily was doing. The older kids often went somewhere out of sight when they were messing their diaper.

Soon Emily came out of her hiding spot and back towards the play set. “You went in your diaper?” Sammy asked.

“Yeah…” she replied sheepishly. As much as she would do anything to stay in diapers, messing was one thing she was starting to feel some embarrassment about doing in them.

Courtney came up to her just then and asked “How’s your diaper sweetie? Can I check?” She said, extending her hand. Emily grabbed it and they started walking towards the changing area.

Sammy watched from a distance as Emily climbed up on the changing table. Courtney pulled her skirt back exposing Emily’s diaper which Courtney went to work on. Soon enough a fresh diaper was on and Emily was climbing down.

Courtney thought about how Emily didn’t seem to mind her diaper changes either. What was it with these kids?

Sammy watched Emily’s change from a distance thinking about how he had just been up there getting his diaper on. He loved all the love and attention Courtney showed.

Soon Emily was coming back with her fresh diaper. “You should try to get your parents to put you in diapers” Emily started. “Isn’t this the best?”

“My mom will kill me if she catches me in a diaper again though…” Sammy started, remembering yesterday’s incident, and starting to feel a tinge of panic at how his mom would react if she knew he was wearing a diaper again.

“If you have enough accidents she’ll have to put a diaper on you. That’s what my mom always does.” Emily continued. “When I wake up to pee at night I just go in my diaper. And if she tries to potty train me and put me to bed in underwear, I just pee in my bed.”

Sammy couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Peeing his pants on purpose was one thing, but wetting his bed on purpose? Would his parents diaper him for that?

Soon enough the service was over and Mr. Johnson started making his way to the nursery to pick up Sammy. He thought about how he was he going to explain his son’s diaper and wet pants this time without Mrs. Johnson overreacting. Fortunately they would be getting back later than she would probably still be up so he could take care of Sammy without her noticing.

“See you next time!” Courtney called out as they left the nursery.

Sammy felt very exposed walking through the church in just a shirt and diaper. He held his dad’s hand and stayed close to him thankful that they were in a place where no one knew him.

“Alright hop into your car seat Sam” his dad said as he opened the car door. Sammy obediently hopped up and started pulling his straps together. Usually he could do them himself but this time he was having trouble. “Dad can you help me?” He called out. “Sure thing Sam” replied his dad. Mr. Johnson grabbed the buckles and as he tried to click them together Sammy felt the straps pressing hard into his diaper. “I guess you have a little extra bulk there tonight” said his dad as he worked to loosen up the straps a little. Mr. Johnson tried the straps once more and this time they clicked. It wasn’t too tight this time but Sammy still felt the straps pressing on his diaper when he squeezed his legs a little.

Mr. Johnson got in the drivers seat and began to drive away. Riding in the backseat always made Sammy feel safe but now having an extra layer of protection made him feel even safer as he drifted off to sleep watching the street lights passing by.

Sammy woke suddenly, laying on the floor with his pants pulled down as his dad started pulling on the tapes. “I think it would be best if your mom didn’t see this” started Mr. Johnson. “I know it’s late but you need to take a quick bath and get some underwear on.”

Sammy was sorry he never got a chance to use that diaper but it was too late now. Soon enough he was all cleaned up and in bed saying goodnight to his dad.

Sammy woke suddenly. It was pitch black save for his red light. The pressure in his bladder meant one thing; he really needed to pee. He thought about waking up with a wet diaper yesterday and how nice it had been to pee in it while laying in bed yesterday. “I just pee in my bed.” Emily’s words coursed through his brain. Then, between being half asleep still, and wanting to feel like last night, Sammy closed his eyes and let go, releasing the pressure in his bladder. The wonderful warm sensation flooded his pants similar to how it felt to pee in his diaper in bed yesterday as he drifted off back to sleep. But the wetness continued past his pants, trickling past his legs, and pooling on the sheet beneath him.

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This is much longer than I meant to take getting this out. Hopefully it was worth the wait!

The first drafts felt really DL heavy even for me. It was just like diaper-diaper-diaper-diaper. Maybe it still is haha. Definitely let me know how it seems to you. I am enjoying sprinkling some light AB themes as well.

I was a little hesitant about including Emily’s messing scene. But another story here has the main character wearing a diaper all the time and he only ever has to pee in it and that just seemed unrealistic to me so I wanted to include messing just for realism and for Sammy to understand what all is really involved in what he is wishing for without getting graphic about it.

I included probably a little more in chapter 5 than I was planning to but this just seemed like the best spot to interrupt the story. I have probably half of chapter 6 written.

I would love to hear any thoughts or ideas!

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Timestamp: Dec 20, 2023 at 10:25 PM
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Pampers4Ever said:

Nice writing TheMat. This story hits close to home as I was mistakenly diapered a couple of times at the church nursery. First time the form was on file that I needed and used diapers for both day and nap time. When the nursery worked asked me, if I needed a change shortly after arriving and I said I wasn’t wearing a diaper. She double checked my file and said that she needed to diaper me while I was there so over to the changing table I went. I didn’t argue because I liked being diapered.

Next was at a new church. Dad filled the form out incorrectly by placing a check in the box that I still needed diapers and for them to be changed regularly. The helper asked me where’s your diaper bag? I was shy a shrugged my shoulders like I didn’t know. She said oh well, we have plenty of diapers on hand and lead me over to the change area. She slipped my pants down and noticed I was wearing underwear. She made a comment looks like you are working on potty training. I was quite and she diapered me like I was two again.

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That’s great to hear because the whole scenario seemed a little on the edge of believability to me. It’s great to hear that it does actually happen!

LittleGMoney85 said:

This story is so cute! I love Courtney, of course. What I would RECOMMEND... and you may very well have this idea, is to have Sammy assuredly regress into a couple of other babyish behaviors. I know plenty of Diaper Fiction that focuses, and only focuses, on the diaper. So it becomes tired quicker. Of course, also, the next course of action is to up the tension with more conflict... But, what you have here already is so cute and fun, I'm sure it'll be awesome.

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I do have a personal story of another kid trying to convince me to start sucking my thumb again when I was past that. That might be a fun side thing for Emily to try to do to Sammy. There is definitely more tension and conflict coming though.

Diaperman0723 said:

Great chapter. Definitely bring Courtney back.

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I really love Courtney. I’m trying to think of how to bring her back in a believable way. Maybe she can babysit or something. I feel like we’ve spent enough time at this particular church nursery and it is a good ways away from where the Johnsons usually go so in kind Courtney is far away from them too… so I’m not quite sure.

TommyD said:

Mrs. Johnson should punished him for wetting the bed, like for 2 days. Maybe Sammy's Dad will get a phone call that that will cause Emily spend the day with Sammy, Emily will teach him to wear diapers forever, getting him to mess and wet his diapers? Mrs. Johnson is loosing control of her child and husband?

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You know, Sammy is going to have to face some music, and I do want to get Emily and him back together somehow, but that just seems a little too contrived haha.

Fiammaverde said:

I somehow have the feeling that Emily's suggestion to just wet the bed and hope for diapers will, at least initially, painfully backfire.

Mrs.Johnson doesn't look like the sort of person who accepts things not going her way without fighting.

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Does Mrs. Johnson need to find out though.

KenworthW900b said:

Well I certainly enjoyed it, I can't wait to read what happens next. I find it relatable because we all had that one friend (Emily) that pushed us out of our comfort zone and (usually) into things that got us into trouble.

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Definitely. Although not quite for this though.

Thanks for the comments and feedback everyone! Seeing people enjoying my writing is great motivation to keep writing and this story is far from over. Chapter 6 coming soon.

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Author: TheMat
Timestamp: Feb 28, 2024 at 10:19 PM
Content: Chapter 6

Since it had been a later night getting back from that church, Sammy slept in a little later than usual. But soon enough he woke up to see his light already green. As he stretched out he noticed his bed felt damp and smelled a bit stale. His pajamas clung uncomfortably to his legs as the memory of his decision last night came into focus. Waking up to a wet bed was certainly not as pleasant as waking up in a wet diaper had been.

“Mom is going to kill me!” He thought as suddenly the prodding by Emily made little sense. “Mom and dad will put me back in diapers? Really? Like that would ever happen.”

Sammy could only hope that his dad would find out first. Maybe he would help cover it up from mom like he had about his wet morning diaper the other day.

Mr. Johnson woke to the soft sunrise appearing through his window. It had been a late night getting back and he decided he could let his wife get Sammy up this morning while he snoozed a while longer. After all, he had made sure to get Sammy out of that diaper so she wouldn’t have anything to be upset about.

Mrs. Johnson worked to get breakfast around in the kitchen. “Sammy is usually up by now” she thought to herself. His light would have turned green at least 1/2 hour ago. “He did get back late” she thought to herself and continued her work in the kitchen.

After a while longer though she decided she really should check on him and headed for the stairs.

Stomp.. stomp.. stomp.. Mrs. Johnson was far from petite and seemed to get some enjoyment from making her steps as loud as possible by landing heel first with all her weight. The creaky steps did little to deaden her clop. If Sammy wasn’t awake already, he certainly would be by now.

Sammy’s heart raced in terror as he realized by the sound that it wasn’t his dad coming.

“Time to get up Sammy!” Mrs. Johnson said as she opened his door and turned on the lights. Sammy just lie in bed with his eyes wide open. “Hey what’s wrong?” Said Mrs. Johnson as she pulled back the covers. “Oh! You wet the bed! Why did you pee in your bed? Is something wrong?”

Sammy froze, not knowing what to say.

“Alright well you go get yourself cleaned up..” Mrs. Johnson pouted. She had taken pride in how well Sammy did at night compared to her other mom friend’s kids his age.

After cleaning up his bed and coming downstairs, Mrs. Johnson found her husband downstairs now too and said “Bart, Sammy had an accident last night and I’m pretty sure he did it on purpose.”

“Why do you think that? Maybe something is wrong with him” said Mr. Johnson.

“This all started because that church put a diaper on him! He was perfectly fine before” retorted Mrs. Johnson. “Now I have to deal with this mess thanks to them…” Mrs. Johnson voice started to break as she sat on the couch and wiped a tear away. “And right before my ladies trip! Oh Bart, what are we going to do?”

Mr. Johnson came around and sat next to his wife and put his arm on her shoulder. She got worked up so easily over nothing and he had learned a gentle approach to dealing with her.

“Let’s just make sure he’s ok. Why take the chance?” Mr. Johnson replied calmly. “I’ll see if the doctor has any availability today. I’ll be fine taking care of him while you’re away next week.”

Fortunately Doctor Presson did have an opening that afternoon so Mrs. Johnson took Sammy while her husband was at work.

Dr. Presson was a tall jolly sort of fellow who often wore a white button down shirt and a tie that had kids cartoons on it.

“Hey big guy, what brings you in today?” bellowed Dr. Presson as he walked into the exam room.

Sammy shrunk back a little and looked up at his mom.

“He’s been having some accidents lately although if you ask me I don’t think they’re really accidents but my husband thought you should check him out so here we are.” Mrs. Johnson started tersely.

“Oh! I see. And by accidents you mean he’s peeing.. like in his pants?” When did these accidents start?” asked Dr. Presson.

“It started a couple days ago at this church we went to. Apparently he told them he wears diapers sometimes and they went ahead and put one on him and then he peed in it!” replied Mrs. Johnson. “And then he wet the bed last night too!”

Sammy’s face was bright red as he looked at the floor.

“Oh! Some regression post-potty training isn’t unheard of” Dr. Presson replied “And major changes or stresses can cause some regression too especially at nighttime.” He continued. “Has there been any major changes in his life lately?”

“Oh, no nothing I can think of.” Mrs. Johnson replied coolie. She knew when to keep herself under control.

“What’s home life like?” He continued.

Mrs. Johnson struggle to maintain her fake happy act. “Are you saying we have something to do with his accidents??”

The hint of accusation in her voice caught Dr. Presson off guard.

“We just try to consider all potential factors and we’ve seen kids who were perfectly fine staying dry all the time start having accidents when there is an abusive adult in his life.” Continued Dr. Presson. He was starting to get a feeling about Mrs. Johnson based on her demeanor.

“Oh! How dare you! We’re the best parents Sammy could hope for!” Mrs. Johnson fumed. She was starting to get worked up now.

“You know, I’m not pointing fingers; sometimes a friend or relative joins the house or there’s someone at church or school, we just don’t know. It could be anyone.” Dr. Presson continued. “But let’s start by examining Sammy a little further. Can you hop up on the table big guy?”

Dr. Presson proceeded to check his breathing and heart rate and ask various questions about his eating and physical activity levels.

“You seem perfectly healthy to me!” Dr. Presson started, motioning for Sammy to get down. “I can have some lab tests done and you’ll get the results tomorrow” he said to Mrs. Johnson. “In the meantime, it’s probably nothing. You can certainly get him some diapers or pull-ups to manage his accidents for now but I really wouldn’t worry about it and it should pass soon enough.”

Sammy’s ears perked up at the doctor’s mention of diapers. Would his parents really get diapers for him?? His heart started racing at the thought.

The ride home was quiet. They pulled into the driveway to see Mr. Johnson’s car already back. He was home from work a little early today. As they walked into the house, Mr. Johnson asked from the kitchen, “What did the doctor say?”. Mrs. Johnson looked at Sammy who immediately knew it meant to go away.

“He said it could be our fault! Can you believe it? The nerve of that doctor…” Mrs. Johnson huffed as she put her hands on her hips and looked on.

*ding.. ding* Both of their phones suddenly sounded a notification. “Ah, well there’s the lab results now” said Mr. Johnson as he pulled out his phone. “Let’s see what they found.”

Mr. Johnson carefully studied the technical lab results. There was a table with all the different things they had tested for. At the end of each row was the word “negative”.

“Well at least there’s nothing serious wrong with him” Mr. Johnson exclaimed with relief. He scrolled through the email some more and found Dr. Presson’s notes: “Lab results negative, no physical condition found, suggest manage accidents as see fit, recommend child phycologist eval if condition persists more than 2 weeks.”

“I guess we’ll see how things go. In the meantime you have a trip to get ready for! Don’t worry about Sammy. I’ll take care of him.”

Mrs. Johnson had a ladies retreat planned through their church and was leaving that night and would be gone all through next week. Mr. Johnson thought it would be easier to deal with Sammy’s issues without her being around anyway so the timing worked out nicely. He knew she probably had some not-so-pleasant ideas for helping with his accidents while he had his own ideas. His company was flexible enough to allow for working from home part time and so he planned to keep an eye on Sammy while he worked.

Soon Mrs. Johnson was packed and heading out the door.

“Ok Sammy, we need to have a talk.” Mr. Johnson said as he came inside and closed the door. “Here’s the situation. If you keep having accidents I don’t mind getting you diapers for this week for nighttime. But we don’t have to do that. If you want to try to stay dry tonight, I won’t make you wear one. But if you have another accident I think it would be best to get you some protection. Do you want to try staying dry tonight? Or should we just get some diapers now?”

Sammy was taken aback by his dad’s words. He was offering to get him diapers? He knew his mom couldn’t possibly be aware of this plan. He definitely wanted diapers but he didn’t want to come right out and say it so he just looked down at the floor and said “I don’t know..”

“Alright” replied Mr. Johnson. “Well I would prefer to err on the side of caution so let’s go out and find some diapers.”

Sammy couldn’t believe it as his heart raced! “Ok dad..” he replied sheepishly.

They got in the car and drove to the nearby drugstore. Mr. Johnson wasn’t sure of Sammy’s weight but he remembered the church nursery had put size 6 diapers on him and they seemed to fit ok so he perused the diaper isle looking for size 6. He spotted them on the bottom shelf and stooped down to pick them out. As he stood up, suddenly Cindy came around the corner and called out “Oh hi Bart!” Emily followed close behind and met eyes with Sammy. “Are those for Sammy?” Cindy said looking at the package in Mr. Johnson’s hands. “Yes, it’s a long story” Mr. Johnson replied with a short laugh, not wanting to continue that discussion. “Say hi to Shawn for me!” he continued as he placed the diapers in his shopping cart and pushed it away. Sammy looked back to see Emily one more time as she gave him a knowing grin.

At bedtime, Mr. Johnson got out one of the new diapers and laid it out for Sammy. “Alright Sammy let’s get you dressed. Again, we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” “It’s ok..” said Sammy as he laid down in front of his dad. “Alright then. Lift your legs for me?” Sammy lifted up his bottom and his dad slid the diaper underneath him and then pulled the front up through his legs before securely taping it on each side. It had been a few years but Mr. Johnson had not lost his touch when it came to diapering.

“Alright Sam you’re all set” said Mr. Johnson as he got up and sat in the chair in Sammy’s room. Sammy finished getting dressed and then picked out a couple stories for his dad to read to him. Mr. Johnson’s strong arms embraced him securely in his lap as he read. Sammy unconsciously clenched his legs together periodically, feeling the crinkle of his diaper as his eyelids grew heavy. Soon Mr. Johnson picked him up and placed him in bed where he soon fell fast asleep.

Sammy slept all through the night and woke up to a dry diaper. He knew his dad wouldn’t keep putting them on him if he got up dry though. So he let go of his bladder as he continued laying bed. Pee rushed into his diaper and Sammy felt wonderfully blissful as the warm wet sensation spread through his diaper. The front swelled up considerably and produced a vivid blue strip on the front. These diapers had a wetness indicator as well which Sammy wasn’t entirely sure he liked, remembering how much more embarrassing it had made his nursery experience.

His light changed green just then so he got up and went downstairs to get breakfast. His dad was already in the kitchen and said “Good morning Sam! Sleep well?” He then noticed a little waddle in Sammy’s walk. “How’s your diaper actually? Did you have an accident last night?” Sammy nodded. “That’s ok. I’m glad we got you some protection.”

Mr. Johnson continued: “Hey um, I’m being called into the office today unexpectedly so I won’t be here. I’ve made arrangements to have a babysitter come watch you today though. Someone you know! She should be here any minute and then I have to run.”

Sammy wondered who it could be. They didn’t have a regular babysitter they used. He walked to the couch in the living room and look out the window to see a car pulling up. A young woman got out. Her long dark brown ponytail danced as she turned her head suddenly and headed towards the house. Sammy was ecstatic.

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Author: TheMat
Timestamp: Mar 21, 2024 at 11:47 AM
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BrownOwl said:

Just wanted to drop by to say you're doing a great job... Your pacing could use some work though, so far you've managed to avoid giving the readers whiplash, because your transitions have been smooth as *checks notes* a baby's bottom, but i think you've gotten through maybe a week of in universe time, and your main has already got what he most desires. This could be a problem for you because, you'll run out of conflict and write yourself into a corner.

Now you've set up a conflict with the Mother, but in these last two chapters you've set up a situation where Dad and Sammy, plus Church, and family all are invested in keeping the diapers, and baby treatment. So it's essentially an accomplished fact. And given what i know of child mental health.

The MHP you've set up is likely to see the regression as a stress reaction, and will want to let Sammy do his thing too, while reducing his stress. This happens more often then you'd think, and modern practice is to intervene to reduce the stress before it happens if one can, but otherwise to let the child lead. Although diapers at his age is a bit extreme, If i were treating I'd advise to leave it alone, for a few days/weeks and then address the issue when his "me do's" come back But I'm biased and not licensed yet. Might never be if i can't find funding to continue So your MHP could have other ideas on this and is also worth noting that Neufeld's theories on the stages of Development and attachment aren't universally accepted. I digress. I just find this story fascinating from a Child Developmental Perspective.

My point is your likely to write yourself into a situation where Mom's wants/needs are likely to be at odds with Sammy's wants/needs, and with the rest of the universe against her she could quickly decompencate into an abusive set of behaviors. Which would trigger greater regressions in sammy, and would become a cycle. Watch that Mom doesn't become abusive, is all i'm saying.

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I really appreciate this feedback! I definitely feel like I’m writing myself into a corner. This is the first time I’ve ever written anything like this and I didn’t plan it out super well (if at all). Chapter 7 is going to be climatical bliss but after that I think I have to wrap this story up because there is no realistic way Mrs. Johnson is just going to be ok with Sammy in diapers in any capacity when she gets back.

I do have other story ideas for older kids, 14-16 or so, but I think it might make more sense to start a new story with them, whether it involves some of the same characters or not.

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Author: TheMat
Timestamp: Mar 21, 2024 at 2:18 PM
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BrownOwl said:

No you can still get out of the corner, there are ways.. I have a suggestion.. Often times people like Mom will accept and integrate this kind of challenge to their world view if it's framed as a "spiritual thing".. I.e maybe her pastor tells her she's being prideful.. You could also have Sammy be Autistic. That might shock her out of her pattern. Or you could get CPS involved.. Or a divorce could be threatened.. The key thing here at least as I see it. Is Sammy's "wish" is coming from a place of unmet need. Children that young only engage in this conciseness level of manipulation, for that reason. Behavior is Communication

This is not an extra story at bedtime or whatever, most of the adults are seeing that, although they haven't figured out what that need is yet. Mom is essentially a side character on this reading, source of conflict wise. Or maybe she isn't, maybe it's her treatment of Sammy that's driving this.
I know that 90% of my regression desires in childhood arose from being misdiagnoised, and having unreasonable expectations forced on me as a result...

Anyway point is now that you're aware of the corner you cans avoid it. The regression is not the transformation the regression is the catalyst through which the transformation is driven

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I could always kill her off; tragic car accident coming back from the women’s trip or something. Seems a little contrived though. Divorce occurred to me as well. The timeline doesn’t feel right though. 1 week a nursery puts diapers on him and the next his parents are getting divorced over it. Idk. Maybe it could work if framed as this diaper situation being the last straw in a marriage that was already struggling, which was a feeling I was already going for. Mr. Johnson might not have the conviction to actually go through with it though.

In the conversation with Dr. Presson I was touching on the idea that Sammy’s behavior may be occurring because of Mrs. Johnson’s treatment of him and their overall dysfunctional home life. I suspect I may be undiagnosed for something myself and that, along with a tumultuous childhood with religiously extreme parents, is probably the root of my desires. Behavior is a language. My parents were blind to mine and were either unable or unwilling to understand. Not much attention was given to childhood mental health/neurodivergence in the 90s. Especially not among the religious. Mrs. Johnson is definitely still stuck in that era. But maybe there is hope through Mr. Johnson.

Thanks so much for your feedback and ideas.

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Author: TheMat
Timestamp: Oct 15, 2024 at 8:52 PM
Content: This chapter has taken a lot longer to get out than I expected. Thank you for your patience! While working on this I’ve also been bouncing around ideas for 2 other stories. Staying focused on this one in the limited time I have to write anyway has proved challenging. I roughly know what I want to do for chapter 8 but I suspect that will take 6+ months again at my current rate. At the same time I want to get chapter 1 of my next story out: Casey.

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Chapter 7

There was a knock at the door and Mr. Johnson answered it. “Hello Courtney, thanks for coming by on such short notice. Our regular sitter was unavailable and Sammy seemed so comfortable with you at church.”

Courtney stepped inside and replied “Sure Mr. Johnson, it’s my pleasure!”

“Hey bud!” She continued, looking over towards Sammy. “I guess it’s just you and me today!” She said as she got down on his level and held her arms open. Sammy got down and ran into her embrace. Courtney couldn’t help but notice a thick bulge around his waist area.

“So like I said on the phone,” Mr. Johnson continued, “he’s still been having some accidents and I let him wear a diaper last night and it seems like he needed it. I’ll leave it to you how you want to handle them today but I need to leave for the office now.”

“Sure thing Mr. Johnson, I’ll take care of things here” replied Courtney. And with that, Mr. Johnson was out the door and driving away.

“Alright bud, let’s start by getting you cleaned up” Started Courtney. “Your dad told me about your accidents and where the diapers are and everything but it’s up to you if you want to put another one on. I do have plans to take you a few places and it might be hard to get to a bathroom in time though.”

Courtney knew what he was going to choose already though, remembering back to the nursery when he basically asked to be put in a diaper. Still, it had to be his choice.

Sammy replied, “Umm ok…”

“Sure thing bud!” Courtney replied. She went to gather the diapers and supplies from where Mr. Johnson had told her.

The Johnsons had long since gotten rid of Sammy’s changing table and accessories so Courtney opted just to lay him out on the living room floor.

First she slipped his pajama pants off revealing his wet diaper. It was so wet the blue strip was actually starting to fade away. “Wow you were close to leaking there bud!” exclaimed Courtney as she gave the front a little squeeze. Sammy’s face turned red but secretly he loved all the little sensations as Courtneys hands tugged at the tapes and expertly worked off his old diaper, gave him a quick wipe down, then sprinkled some powder as she slid a fresh diaper underneath him and taped it up. “All set!” She said as she pulled him to his feet and gave his diapered bottom a little pat.

“Now let’s get the rest of your clothes. Actually, let me check something real quick…” she said and ran out to her car. Sammy stood in just his diaper wondering what Courtney could be looking for. After fumbling around in the trunk for a minute she came back with a bag. “I keep some extra clothes for some other kids your age I watch. I think there’s a onesie in here somewhere. Ah, here’s one!”

“A onesie? What’s that for?” Asked Sammy.

“It just helps keep your diaper in place. It’ll help keep anyone from noticing it too.” Courtney replied. “Most of the other kids I watch wear a onesie with their diaper.” She said reassuringly.

“Ok.. “ Sammy replied sheepishly. He wasn’t too sure about it but he didn’t want to argue with Courtney and trusted that she wouldn’t suggest it if it wasn’t a good idea.

“Alright so it goes on like a shirt at first…” started Courtney as she grabbed his hands and pulled him from a laying position to sitting on the floor. “And then you can lay back down so I can get the snaps.”

Sammy obediently lay back down and lifted his bottom so Courtney could grab the rest of the onesie and pull it through his legs. *Snap* *Snap *Snap*

“All set!” She said as she pulled him up to stand on his feet. “Now we’ll just find some pants or shorts.”

Sammy pulled some out of his dresser and put them on himself.

As he started walking around he noticed the onesie was actually keeping his diaper in place better. But he also realized it would make it harder to get his diaper off if he was going to use the bathroom.

“Now if you want to try to make it to the bathroom, you just let me know and I’ll help you get there.” Said Courtney.

Courtney had a full day of activity planned for Sammy. There was a children’s museum in the city center and she maintained a membership so she could take the kids there that she watched. The light rail offered park-and-ride stations and then had a stop uptown close to the museum so it usually made more sense to drive to the train station and ride that rather than hassle with parking in the city.

Soon after boarding the train was away. It was about a 30 minute ride uptown. About halfway through Sammy suddenly realized he needed to pee again. He was about to say something to Courtney, but then he looked up and down the train car and realized there were no bathrooms on this train anyway. So he decided to just start going. Immediately pee was flowing into his diaper. It was getting easier to let go he thought. He gazed out the window feeling completely relaxed. Courtney noticed his glazed look and realized what he was probably doing.

“Hey bud, remember I can help you go to the bathroom when we get there.” She said softly. Sammy was caught off guard and clenched suddenly, stopping the flow of pee. He felt his face turn a little red. Could she tell he was using his diaper?

“Do you need to go?” She continued. Sammy had nearly emptied his bladder. He shook his head and turned back to the window. “Ok well you can let me know if you do” she replied.

Sammy shuffled around, feeling his diaper between his legs. It didn’t seem that full. Most of the wetness had stayed in the front so it wasn’t really making much difference between his legs yet.

Soon they were at the museum and made their way inside. A long line of people were in front of the ticket booths but Courtney walked right up to a scanner and scanned her pass which let them bypass the ticket lines for non-pass holders. After they cleared the gate they came upon some bathrooms. “How’s your diaper bud?” Courtney asked. “It’s fine..” he said looking away sheepishly. “Ok well if you need any help you just let me know” she finished as they continued to the first exhibits.

His diaper probably was still ok for a little bit. He hadn’t gone any more since the train and besides the front it still had a lot of capacity left.

Walking around in a wet diaper was an interesting feeling. Just around the nursery or his house was one thing but at the museum he was doing a lot more walking. His onesie held the diaper tight to his skin and made the thickness feel like a warm hug. The feeling gave Sammy tingly sensations in his stomach and he couldn’t wait to fill it even more and stopped at every drinking fountain he saw.

The museum was divided into two main sections. Passive exhibits that were just for looking and active exhibits that required interaction. Among the latter was Sammy’s favorite - a complex structure with many moving parts that carried and dumped small pellets throughout it. Many kids could play with it at the same time. On one end kids could scoop the pellets into a bucket, next someone could turn a wheel the hoisted the bucket to the top and dump it out, then another wheel turned a conveyor belt to carry the pellets along before they spilled into other parts of the structure before eventually ending up in another hopper where kids could turn a corkscrew that would carry the pellets through a pipe back to the first hopper to start the cycle all over again. Sammy love running to each station and doing each step.

Next there was an exhibit demonstrating the power of vacuum suction. Courtney picked Sammy up and strapped him into a chair that had a button to activate the vacuum. Then a loud fan would come on and use suction to make the chair rise a little.

Then there were the water tables. A complex setup of fountains and paddle wheels and little rivers made their way around a series of stations where kids could stand and float little boats around and aim little water cannons. Sammy loved playing here feeling the water flow through his hand and soon realized his hands weren’t the only thing getting wet. The feeling of flowing water had relaxed his bladder and let some pee escape into his diaper and the bottom between his legs was feeling pretty soggy now.

As Sammy walked back from the water tables Courtney noticed a definite waddle in his walk now. They had been there for a couple hours now and Sammy hadn’t asked one time to use the bathroom so she assumed he was probably just using his diaper. She didn’t need him to leak though so she said “Hey Sammy let’s go over to these bathrooms, I need to check your diaper.”

“Ok..” Sammy said and obediently took her hand and walked to the bathrooms. One of them said “family bathroom” on the door. It was occupied so they stood outside and waited. Sammy let a few more drops leak into his diaper as he stood. He could tell his diaper was quite full now.

Soon enough the bathroom door swung open and two adults walked out pushing what looked like a cross between a wheelchair and large stroller in which a boy maybe 8 or 9 sat clutching a stuffed animal and sucking on a pacifier. A backpack with colorful puzzle piece emblems on it with large diapers sticking out of it sat in the bottom of the stroller. He seemed a bit old for all of that Sammy thought. But at the same time, he was a little jealous of all the attention he was getting.

“Alright let’s go Sammy.” Said Courtney. Sammy didn’t say anything and obediently followed her in. A large changing table sat in the corner. “Hop up!” Said Courtney, motioning towards the changing table. She pulled his pants down revealing his onesie which was nearly bursting at the snaps. “That’s a full diaper!” She exclaimed. She popped off the snaps and had him lay down and she pulled back the onesie revealing his very swollen diaper. The wetness indicator was completely blue front to back. “I guess I need to check you more often!” She continued as she grabbed a wetwipe and gave him a quick wipe down. She got out the next diaper and unfolded it before sprinkling a little powder in it. As she pulled his very heavy wet diaper out and rolled it up she realized that if he was going to use his diapers this much, a little extra skin protection was probably a good idea. “What’s that?” Sammy asked as she put a little cream on her finger. “Just something to help your skin feel better” she replied as she gingerly applied it. Then she picked up the fresh diaper and said “bottom up!” Sammy picked his bottom up for her and she slid the diaper under. He came back down and she began fastening the tapes. Soon enough she was all done and buttoned the snaps. Sammy stood up and pulled his pants back up himself.

As they left the family bathroom Courtney thought about how he never took her up on using the bathroom and decided she wasn’t going to bother him about it anymore. He was just like any other diapered kid she watched now.

It was lunchtime now and they made their way to the food court area. “Do you want a hot dog or a piece of pizza?” Asked Courtney. The options were really limited. She usually tried to bring some fruit and vegetable snacks with her but didn’t have time to prepare them this morning.

“Pizza!” Sammy replied.

So Courtney got them each a slice and sat at one of the tables. The chairs were attached to the tables and had hard metal mesh bottoms that were not the most comfortable. But the extra padding from Sammy’s diaper actually made it not so bad.

Soon enough they were finished eating and they walked towards the outside of the cafeteria area where there was a fountain. While Courtney looked for a garbage can to throw their trash away Sammy stood by the fountain and Sammy gazed into it, mesmerized. Splish. Splosh. Splash went the water.

“Sammy!” Courtney called.

Sammy clenched suddenly as he turned to follow Courtney. He didn’t even realize he had been peeing.

“Are you already wet again?” she said, giving him a knowing sideways smile.

Sammy blushed and couldn’t help but smile as he said “No!”

“Sureeee” replied Courtney. “Well good because I only have one more diaper to change you into!”

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It was now late in the afternoon and Courtney just changed Sammy’s fourth wet diaper. She had not expected him to go through them so fast and only brought as many as she usually brings when she takes kids out. Sammy wasn’t like most kids though. Now she had no more diapers for him and he was going to have to make it home. She was aiming to have him home before Mr. Johnson and all cleaned up so they left for the train station.

They sat down on the train and a few seconds later a mom and toddler, maybe 2 or 3 years old, sat down across the aisle from them. The train ride was pretty uneventful until they got close to their stop when the train suddenly came to a stop. Courtney looked ahead through the window and could see their station just ahead. Why had they stopped? Soon a voice came over the intercom. “Sorry folks there is another train broken down in the next station and we need to get maintenance out to move it before we can get to the platform. We apologize for the inconvenience and will be moving again as soon as possible.”

“Great” Courtney thought to herself. They wouldn’t be home before Mr. Johnson now.

During the trip Sammy had been feeling his stomach start to turn. That pizza for lunch wasn’t agreeing with his stomach. He had figured they would be home soon and planned to use the bathroom at home for #2 because he still wasn’t sure using his diaper for that was something he wanted to do. But now with the train stopped, he wondered if he’d be able to make it.

“It’s ok, you can go in your pull-up…” Sammy suddenly picked out from across the aisle where he noticed the toddler squirming. They apparently had to go too. “No! Potty!” the toddler shouted defiantly. “You’re just going to have to wait then sweetie” his mom tried to say softly to him.

10 minutes passed and they still had not moved. Sammy was beginning to grow more desperate

Courtney sat bemused as she watched him squirm. Sammy hadn’t told her one time during this trip that he needed to go to the bathroom and had just gone in his diaper. Why was he acting like this now?

“Hey bud, are you ok?” Courtney asked.

Sammy looked at her red faced and said “I need to go to the bathroom…”

“We’re not near a bathroom right now, can’t you just go in your diaper?” Replied Courtney.

Sammy paused.

“You need to go #2 don’t you.” She continued.

Sammy nodded.

“Ok, try to hold it, but if you can’t, it’s ok to go in your diaper….”

Sammy squirmed in his seat. He really didn’t want to make a mess in front of everyone, especially not Courtney. He remembered how Emily found a hiding place to go #2 herself but here there was nowhere for him to hide here and the longer the train was stopped, the worse his stomach felt. Finally, he couldn’t hold it any longer as a small amount of mess escaped into his diaper. And then a little more. Finally Sammy stopped trying to hold it and the rest exploded into his diaper. A little stream of pee finished up too. Sammy had never felt so dirty before and didn’t like how it felt.

Suddenly across the aisle Sammy heard a voice say “It’s ok Peter, that’s what your pull-up is for.”

“Not me!” Peter shot back. The mom looked around when her eyes fell on red-faced Sammy. Turning back to her son she said “Oh! I’m sorry sweetie, mommy just thought… never mind”.

“Are you finished bud?” Asked Courtney with a slight chuckle.

‘Sammy’s face was red. “Yeah..” he said quietly.

Just then the train started moving again. Sammy was glad to be out of his mess soon.

From the station they walked to Courtney’s car. While walking in a wet diaper felt rather pleasant, a messy one was another story. Sammy did not like it at all and never wanted to be in a messy diaper again.

“Hey bud, I don’t have any more diapers to change you into! I’m sorry you have to ride home like this but we don’t have another option.” Courtney said to him.

Sammy begrudgingly climbed into his car seat and they both settled in for an unpleasant ride back to Sammy’s house.

Courtney got them back to the Johnson house as fast as she could. Sure enough, Mr. Johnson’s car was already there

When they walked inside, Mr. Johnson went to pick Sammy up but Sammy hung back. “You still have a diaper on?” He asked, bemused, and then the smell met him. “Is everything ok?” He asked, confused. Sammy having some wetting accidents was one thing, but messing now too?

“Yes, I think his lunch didn’t agree with him and we were stuck on the train so it’s a good thing he had a diaper on.” Courtney replied. “I’m sorry, I was trying to have him cleaned up before you got back.”

“Oh it’s nothing to worry about, thanks for taking such good care of him today.” Said Mr. Johnson. “And for coming on such short notice” he continued.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to get him cleaned up?” Courtney asked.

“No, I’ll take over from here, thanks again” replied Mr. Johnson. “Sammy, why don’t you say bye to Courtney and go right to the bathtub.”

“Ok, since we were going to be out so much today I put an extra onesie I had on him” replied Courtney. “A onesie?” said Mr. Johnson, bemused. He couldn’t remember the last time Sammy wore a onesie but Courtney was right, they did help keep everything in place. “Wait a minute, I’ll get it back to you then.”

Mr. Johnson went to the bathroom where Sammy had gotten his pants off and was standing there in just the onesie. “We need to give that back to Courtney” he said as he knelt down to find the snaps. Sammy’s diaper was so swollen that they unsnapped with ease. Mr. Johnson placed the onesie in a plastic grocery bag and brought it out to Courtney. “Thanks again for everything today” he told her.

My pleasure! Let me know if you ever need anything.” Said Courtney as she walked out the door.

Mr. Johnson returned to the bathroom and leaned on the door frame. “So you had some accidents today?” He started. Sammy’s face turned red and he looked down at the floor. “Hey it’s ok Sam, you’re not in trouble. Here, let’s get you out of that messy diaper” he continued and started untaping it while he was still standing. With the last tape undone the diaper plopped to the floor. Picking it up and rolling it up he said, “Why don’t you just get right in the tub and I’ll shower you off when I get back” as he headed for the kitchen trash to dispose of it.

Mr. Johnson was back in a flash and picked the perfect water temperature to spray off Sammy. Sammy usually washed himself but this time Mr. Johnson figured he’d better do it himself.

“Since your accidents seem to be getting worse, we’ll keep you in them for the time being, but I’d really like to see you try to make it to the bathroom. Courtney said you didn’t ask her to take you at all today.” said Mr. Johnson. He scratched his head thinking about how Mrs. Johnson would react when she found out about all this. “Just uh.. let me know if you need a change or want to try to make it to the bathroom.” He finished as he got up and went to the kitchen.

While Sammy’s diaper status was slightly unsettling to Mr. Johnson, he thought to himself how much worse it would be if his wife was here. He pulled the notes up from Sammy’s doctor visit the other day and looked them over again. “…if condition persists for more than 2 weeks.” he read. He decided that the best thing for Sammy would be to let him wear diapers for those 2 weeks and then re-address at that point. It would be a hard sell for Mrs. Johnson though and he did not look forward to her finding out.

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For the next few days Sammy kept up the diapered routine. He woke up in the morning, peed in his diaper, his dad changed him into a fresh one, and then throughout the day Sammy loved the freedom not having to stop playing for the bathroom gave him. Mr. Johnson found the situation a little handy too since he was on a lot of calls for work and couldn’t always stop to help Sammy with the bathroom anyway. Sammy still didn’t love messing his diaper so he asked for bathroom help then but on at least one occasion his dad was stuck in a meeting and couldn’t help him in time and he ended up just going in his diaper. Otherwise wetting was starting to become somewhat automatic. He still knew when he had to go but sometimes he was already going by then.

Mr. Johnson grew concerned as the wet diapers piled up. Sammy had gone from perfectly potty trained, to a few accidents, to basically full-time back in diapers. Could Mrs. Johnson be right? Could kids actually like wearing diapers? He couldn’t wait for the follow up visit with the doctor next week.

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Finally it was the day his mom would return. Early in the morning hours as Sammy slumbered, he dreamed about the kids museum. He wandered the halls, clothed only in his diaper. People walked about but no one seemed to notice him. Suddenly he came upon the fountain and stopped to look at it. “Just go in your diaper Sammy!” Courtney called to him in a dreamy echoey voice. Sammy stared at her, confused. He did have to go pee but instinctively he was holding it. “It’s just a dream..” he thought to himself, and gave in to Courtney’s soothing words. She looked down at his diaper as it swelled and the wetness indicator turned blue, and then back up at his eyes, smiling wide. “You did it! You did itttt……” Her voice trailed off as Sammy slumbered on.

A few hours later as the sun began to rise, Sammy awoke up and reached down to feel his diaper as usual but to his surprise it was already wet! He didn’t remember waking up to go. Had he had a real accident last night? The thoughts of Courtney telling him to go flashed in his mind as he realized what had happened. He had peed in his sleep. Mr. Johnson noticed he was a little red in the face this time as he changed him and wondered why.

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Timestamp: Oct 16, 2024 at 1:21 PM
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CodyBaby said:

An awesome chapter, just noticed one detail, Mr Johnson didn't find a onesie that Sammy was still wearing when he took off Sammy clothes before his bath, small detail here, but suddenly Sammy doesn't wear one and Courtney didn't remove it...

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Good catch! I just edited the chapter towards the end around where Courtney is leaving to fix that.

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Timestamp: Oct 16, 2024 at 4:16 PM
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Growler0128 said:

HIS dad should have noticed that the onesie works good in holding up the diaper and should have asked how to order some for him.

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He does, kind of, agreeing in theory with Courtney that they help keep everything in place (as of my last edit; before that I forgot to mention the onesie at all when they got home). I don’t think Mr. Johnson is expecting this to be a long term arrangement though. He doesn’t have a proper changing pad/table, diaper bag, or anything besides diapers really. He’s just trying to make it through the couple weeks the doctor said and go from there.

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Timestamp: Oct 18, 2024 at 11:00 PM
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Chess said:

The first time Sammy goes home from the new church with a diaper, he can buckle the harness in the car seat without any problems, but the next day with a diaper and no pants, his dad has to adjust the harness before it can close over the diaper. This seems odd.

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My thinking was the extra bulk of the diaper made it so the car seat straps were too tight now and had to be adjusted first.

Chess said:

Speaking of the onesie, Courtney had pulled Sammy to his feet before going out to her car to get the onesie, but when she came back with it, Sammy was lying on the floor again.

It's also a bit strange that the father tells Courtney that their regular sitter wasn't available when they don't have a regular babysitter.

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What makes you say they don’t have a regular babysitter?

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Timestamp: Oct 30, 2024 at 3:54 AM
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Chess said:

If the diaper is so bulky that the harness needed to be adjusted the second time Sammy was driven home from the new church in a diaper, then why didn't he have any problem buckling the harness the first time in the same diaper the day before? It should have been easier the second time because he then didn't wore pants (because they were wet).

Chapter 6 is making me say they don't have a regular babysitter. I qoute: "Sammy wondered who it could be. They didn’t have a regular babysitter they used."

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Good eye! I missed those incontinuities.

Fattymatty said:

The children's museum described in the story bears a striking resemblance to the one where I live, it could be a coincidence or a different place and time, but if not, is this museum across from a local city zoo perhaps? Good story overall, sounds like the mom is a little high strung and as this seems to be partially based on a true story that must have been stressful to deal with growing up.

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The children’s museum is heavily inspired by a real place, but there is not a zoo close by, so it’s probably not a place near you.

Pampers4Ever said:

Is there a time frame of reference with this story that I may have missed? I’m enjoying the story very much so and my imagination is running wild with idea of this being in the late 80’s with super thick plastic backed Ultra Pampers Plus with Disney characters on the taping panel.

Sammy is a lucky boy in that Courtney is taking good care of him. More than his own mom. She needs to take a chill pill and understand what Sammy is going through.

Can’t wait for the next installment. This going to be epic.

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It’s set in the present time but some of the characters have older souls (and not necessarily in a good way) and so some of the ways some of them come off might be reminiscent of the 80s/90s.

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Author: TheMat
Timestamp: Oct 30, 2024 at 4:05 AM
Content: Surprise! Chapter 8 is ready much sooner than expected. I think I struggled on chapter 7 for so long because I didn’t know where I was going for chapter 8, and I was afraid of it taking too dark a turn. But I ended up having way more fun with it than I thought I would and I wrote all of this literally today and I have a pretty good direction for chapter 9. Enjoy!

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Chapter 8

After a relaxing week at the beach, Mrs. Johnson, Cindy, and two other women, Grace, and Lauren, who had joined them on the ladies retreat rode together on their way back home. A wealthy family in an area church had a large beach house in an upscale island community that they donated the use of to the church for retreats like this. Mr. Johnson was secretly jealous that it never seemed to come up for men’s retreats (and that there were never any men’s retreats period).

They were still a several hours away from their home city when one of the other ladies brought up potty training.

“My son is almost 3 and still in diapers!” said Grace.

“Oh you’re fine, my girl just turned 4 and we’re still waiting for her to be ready” replied Cindy.

“Well my son was potty trained by age 2,” chimed in Mrs. Johnson.

“Oh how did you do it? Grace asked.

Before she could reply, Cindy jumped back in “You know, right before we left for this trip I saw Bart at the store with Sammy picking out some diapers.”

“What?! No! That can’t be. You must be mistaken.” Mrs. Johnson retorted; disgust washing over her body at the very thought.

“No it was definitely them.” Cindy replied. “He said to say hi to Shawn.”

Lauren checked her watch and just looked out the window. Carpooling might have saved some money but doing so with Mrs. Johnson certainly reduced the value proposition. She didn’t dare say anything about her 8 and 9 year olds still wearing Goodnites to bed.

Cindy knew how prideful Mrs. Johnson was about Sammy’s early potty training and she loved the opportunity to poke back for once after all the poking Mrs. Johnson had given her over how late she was letting Emily still wear diapers.

“Well we’ll just see about that when I get home!” huffed Mrs. Johnson.

Silence filled the car cabin. Grace was desperate for some potty training tips but this seemed like the wrong group to ask now.

Mrs. Johnson fumed to herself. Surely Bart wouldn’t have gotten diapers for Sammy without talking to her. He never had seemed to understand how bad they were, but still, he knew better than to cross her, right?

Finally she couldn’t stand it anymore and decided to text her husband.

“Cindy said you were buying diapers for Sammy?” *send*

Mr. Johnson’s heart sank as he picked up his phone and read her text. He knew this day would be coming all week and he was not looking forward to it. Still, he thought he’d have until she was actually back to figure out how to break Sammy’s diaper status to her.

“Can we talk about it when you get home?” He texted back.

Mrs. Johnson’s stomach twirled with rage. His response could only mean one thing; he had gotten diapers for Sammy.

Mr. Johnson waited for a text that never came.

Mrs. Johnson’s heart raced. What was she going to do when she got home? How could her son be in diapers? And Cindy knew? And Bart didn’t care? Oh! The injustice of it all. Why was this happening to her?

About an hour later they stopped for gas and a bathroom stop. While Cindy fueled the car, Lauren and Grace went inside to the bathroom. Mrs. Johnson couldn’t stand it anymore. She walked around to the other side of the gas station, pulled out her phone, and dialed Bart.

*vvbbrtt vvbbrtt vvbbrtt* , Mr. Johnson’s phone vibrated repeatedly. “Ugh not a phone call” he thought to himself. And then he saw who it was. For a moment he debated not answering it, but decided he was going to have to have it out with her soon enough anyway, and answered it.

“Hi sweetheart, how was the trip?” He started cheerfully, hoping to head her off from the start.

Mrs. Johnson took a second to compose herself.

“You there?” Mr. Johnson replied.

“Yes I’m here!” Started Mrs. Johnson. “Now just tell me Bart, did you put Sammy back in diapers while I was gone?” She said, her voice shaking.

“Dear, it’s not that simple…” he started, “JUST TELL me..” she said, cutting him off, “Am I going to find him in a diaper when I get back?”

Mr. Johnson paused, pressing his lips together.

“I swear to god Bart, if he’s been wearing diapers while I’ve been gone, I’m going to…”

“YOU’RE GOING TO WHAT?? WHAT?” Shouted Bart.

Mr. Johnson usually caved to her challenges but for once he had enough and was done playing her games. Sammy had suffered long enough.

Mrs. Johnson was taken aback by her husband’s tone. This wasn’t like him!

“EXCUSE ME?”

“You heard me, Glenda.” Mr. Johnson said.

Glenda? Bart never called her by her first name. It had always been sweetheart, or dear, or earlier in their relationship, babe. What had gotten into him?

With that, Mrs. Johnson threw her phone to the pavement, shattering the front and back of it as it bounced away several feet. Discoloration filled the screen but it didn’t actually completely break the phone though and Mr. Johnson was still on the other end.

The commotion had caught the attention of several bystanders, including a gas station attendant, who walked over and said “Hey is everything ok over here?” Mrs. Johnson scowled at him, taking a step back, and shouted “I’m fine! I’m totally fine! Just leave me alone…” when she suddenly backed into a news stand and lost her balance. Mrs. Johnson stumbled back, nearly falling, regained her balance, and now turned her attention to the news stand. “WHO PUT THAT THERE!” She exclaimed, giving it a kick. The news stand wobbled slightly. “I COULD HAVE GOTTEN HURT!” She continued as she lunged for it, giving it a push with all her might causing it to fall over. Copies of the national tabloid spilled out all over the sidewalk. “Taylor Swift Wearing a Diaper?” Read the headline along with a badly photoshopped image of Taylor.

Inside, the attendant at the counter was watching all of this unfold on the security cameras. A few crazies every now and then wasn’t uncommon and usually they weren’t that big a deal, but this one was looking like it might be. Once the news stand went over, he dialed 911.

Grace and Lauren came out of the bathroom and heard the commotion from the other side of the gas station, but eager to get back on the road, they walked out the other side to the car where Cindy was just putting away the gas pump.

“Where’s Mrs. Johnson?” Cindy asked.

“She’s not here? We didn’t see her inside” Lauren replied.

“Ok, well I want to wash my hands anyway” said Cindy. “I’ll check for her again in there.”

As Cindy walked towards the gas station a police car pulled in and drove far to the other side with its red and blue lights steady on, not flashing. The police in this area often did this for presence when the flashing strobes weren’t really necessary, but still to indicate that they were on a call.

“Great.” Thought Cindy to herself. “I hope Mrs. Johnson is ready to go and we can get away from whatever is going on here.”

She checked the bathroom and looked around the convenience store but Mrs. Johnson was nowhere to be seen. The commotion from the other side was piquing her curiosity now so she decided to go check it out.

To Cindy’s shock there was Mrs. Johnson in handcuffs, tears streaming down her face, and her clothes dirtied. “GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME!” She was screaming as an officer placed her in his patrol car and closed the door. Another officer was talking to the main attendant who turned out to be the owner.

“So she’ll be charged with disorderly conduct and resisting arrest…” Cindy overheard. “And do you want to press charges for the property damage?”

The attendant surveyed the newstand and magazines laying everywhere. The glass of the stand had been broken and the lock mechanism was bent as well. “Yeah I think we’ll have to; our insurance will want a police report…”

“Ok we’ll add criminal mischief as well” replied the officer. “Hey can I help you lady?” The officer suddenly turned his attention to Cindy.

“Yes, that’s my friend… she’s under arrest?” Cindy asked.

“Afraid so ma’am.” The officer replied.

“What happened?” Cindy asked.

“You can request a copy of the police report in 24 hours” was all the officer offered as he turned to get in his patrol car leaving Cindy speechless.

She stooped down to pick up one of the tabloids. “Taylor Swift in diapers? No way…” she thought to herself.

“You can have it” the attendant said as looked down at the mess left by Mrs. Johnson’s outburst.

Cindy turned to walk away when she spotted something on the ground a few feet away. A phone? It was badly damaged. She didn’t think anything of it when she heard a faint familiar voice coming from it.

“Hello? Hello?” Mr. Johnson had heard everything; from her screams, to the loud banging of something falling over, to the sound of multiple voices, and now that things quieted down he was about to hang up, but he called out once more. “Hello? Hello?”

Cindy picked up the phone and said “Mr. Johnson? Is that you?”

“Cindy? Is that you?”

“Yes!”

“What’s going on? Where’s my wife?”

“I uh.. she was just arrested.”

“Arrested?? For what?”

“I didn’t see it all but it sounded like she had a pretty bad outburst”.

Mr. Johnson pinched the top of his nose between his eyebrows.

“Are you still there?” Asked Cindy.

“Yes, I’m here. Can you let me know what police station has her?”

Cindy filled him in on the details. It was about 1.5 hours away still.

“Ok well I guess just put her phone with her other things and I’ll get them from you sometime.” he replied.

“Sure thing Bart” said Cindy “And let me know if you need anything!” she finished, as she tried to hang up, but the hang up button couldn’t be seen anymore through the damage.

Lauren and Grace suddenly came around the corner to find Cindy holding the remnants of a phone. “What’s going on?” Asked Grace. “Where’s Mrs. Johnson?” Said Lauren.

“It looks like we’re going on without her.” Cindy replied.

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Author: TheMat
Timestamp: Oct 30, 2024 at 2:29 PM
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BrownOwl said:

OOOh.. Bart might have to have the Get help, or else talk with Glenda. Great name btw

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Thanks, I was reading back through my previous chapters and realized I never gave her a first name!

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Timestamp: Oct 31, 2024 at 11:41 PM
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CodyBaby said:

Don't spoil the story, I'm pretty sure its gonna go the D.IV.O.R.C.E route soon in this one.

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Well, I don’t have it figured out exactly. But it’s a possibility. Her arrest could help Mr. Johnson if it comes to a custody battle.

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Timestamp: Jan 27, 2025 at 2:01 PM
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saoradh said:

hope we didn't loose a chapter due to the recent server-failure?

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No, some comments were lost though. I had shared about having a lot going on in my life between plumbing/house troubles and breaking my thumb and so not having much time to work on chapter 9. It is in progress though.

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Timestamp: May 8, 2025 at 2:32 PM
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nappybaby said:

I love it! she finally got what she deserved. It´s be amazing if she had to wear diapers.

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That idea did occur to me! An alternative scenario to getting arrested that I considered was having the ladies experience a bad car wreck on the way home where Mrs. Johnson then wakes up in the hospital in a wet diaper, having experienced some (temporary?… permanent?…) incontinence as a result of injuries sustained. It felt just a little too contrived though. Not that this story hasn’t had its fair share of contrived’ness though Writing her outburst for that scene would be pretty fun.

furry121 said:

A few minutes in I can't stand her she's cracra and the only thing that's out of place that wouldn't happen, would be her stuff would go with her to the station.

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Her stuff in the car? Maybe if she was asking for it specifically, but she clearly was experiencing some kind of mental breakdown and got distracted by other things. Same for her phone, and the police didn’t notice it.

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Timestamp: Sep 4, 2025 at 4:26 AM
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goodnitedog said:

Any idea on if you’re gonna continue to post on the story?

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saoradh said:

More importantly - where since adisc is shutting down

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redprtodd said:

I too would love to see this continue somewhere. I am also looking for a place to put my stories as well.

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CodyBaby said:

I would say they're allowed on dailydiapers mostly, they are more open than adisc, as long as nothing sexual involve minors in it

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I have been working off and on on the next chapter. It probably will be on daily diapers. I just need some time to get set up over there. In the meantime I do have an Instagram account @mthematt with the same profile picture but I have never posted there. I may post updates about my status and this story there if adisc goes down before the 16th. I am hopeful a buyer can be found or it otherwise keeps running though.

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Timestamp: Sep 4, 2025 at 12:46 PM
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CodyBaby said:

My only fear right now is if someone purchase adisc, they will have full opportunity to make it a monthly subscription forum, sadly, I wouldn't be able to afford this kind of luxury if its over 5-7$ a month, and I would have to find a secure way to pay that doesn't disclose my real identity as credit cards and paypal have our real identity stored, hope to see you soon on dailydiapers

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I think monetization would look like ads, charging for premium features, patreon type deal, and charging brand ambassadors. I can’t imagine very many of us being willing to pay a subscription for basic access.

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Author: TheMat
Timestamp: Sep 4, 2025 at 3:47 PM
Content: I am now setup on DailyDiapers as TheMatt (added an extra T now) with the same profile picture. I will plan to slowly re-post this story there while taking the opportunity to make a few revisions since some inconsistencies were noted. I am also renaming the story to just “Sammy’s Wish”. I think we all assumed what his wish was from the start, and then he seemed to get it, but maybe his wish was actually something else.

DailyDiapers has always been a little off putting since you get those banner ads and whatnot, but honestly it is better once you get logged in and to the forums.

Hope to see you there soon.

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Timestamp: Sep 4, 2025 at 5:17 PM
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CodyBaby said:

Yeah, now that I browse dailydiapers, I will start to dig down and design a script to get rid of the ads on the side of the forums, or I will not stay long, seems like ublock origin doesn't work there but I've got a few tricks to try, sorry but ads that are like that on side of a forum is putting me off completely, especially diaper ads for some reasons. If content is very good, I don't mind paying a few bucks a month to get rid of ads, bonus if paying give extra perks, but never over 5-7$ a month.

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I don’t mind the LL Medico diaper ads or whatever, it’s more the mommy/hypnosis/diaper p*rn ads that bug me. I always liked that ADISC felt like a site offering support rather than a site trying to profit off us. I don’t know if I would have found my way to full acceptance if not for ADISC. If all I had at the time was the likes of daily diapers it probably would have amped up the shame even more and driven me away.