This choice: Supplierts you diaper wearing • Go Back...Chapter #6Supportive Parents by: dracter   "Oh god," you think to yourself silently. Here you are, fifteen years old, standing in front of your mother while very obviously displaying a wet and messy diaper. The shame you feel at this moment trumps everything you have ever before faced, and you silently curse John for your present predicament. Up until now you knew you had enjoyed wearing the diaper, it felt so comfortable and natural, though you couldn't understand why. But that's nothing compared to the embarrassment you feel right now, "What I wouldn't give to be swallowed up by the earth!" you scream in your head.
With your sweatpants pooled around your ankles, the answer to your mother's question is quite obvious, if the smell coming from your rear wasn't enough. Your face reddening, and head pounding, you nod meekly. Your mother just stares shocked at you as she processes the sight before her. "E-e-explain," she manages to stutter out, still reeling from the surprise of finding her fifteen year old son in a diaper.
Your voice dead, and barely above a whisper, you stand there, head hung in shame, and begin relating the story of how you came to be wearing and using the diaper that was taped around your waist, leaving out John's threat about the stuff you did in the fourth grade. You hesitate, not quite wanting to admit to your mom that you liked wearing the diaper. Your mother sits down and waits for you to finish, silently her face inscrutable. You take a deep breathe and continue on, telling her how comfortable it had made you feel, so much that you had forgot you were wearing it until you realized that you needed to go to the bathroom. Your blush deepens as you explain that you couldn't get the tape on the diaper off, and so had come downstairs trying to get a pair o scissors, when your sister surprised you and you lost control.
"I see," she says, "and you like wearing them?" You hesitate another moment, and nod again, "Do you hate me?" you ask meekly, trying to read your mom's expression. Your mom looks suddenly taken aback "No, not at all, but this is hard to take in, I need to talk with your father, but first, come here," she says gently. Relief at her answer courses through your body and you move forward, waddling slightly to obey. She runs her finger along the waist of the diaper and locates the edge of the tape, which you had not been able to do, and is able to carefully undo it. "I want you to go get cleaned up in the bathroom and throw this away," she says swiftly but not unkindly, handing you a plastic bag "put it into this, and once you toss it, I want you to go to your room and wait for me to talk with Dad," she tells you and then adds hastily "You're not being punished, and you're not going to be, but I want to talk with him before we do anything else"
With that reassurance she leads you to the bathroom and shuts you in before walking away. You take off the diaper, careful not to get any of the mess on the tile, and clean yourself up. You tape the diaper into a ball and put into the bag, twisting the handles together and tying them in a knot to seal in the smell. Pulling your sweat pants back up you cross to your room and shut the door before sitting down on your bed. You sit there tense, as the light from the window begins to fade as it comes on evening, and still your parents have not come up. You lay down and begin to doze off, emotionally drained and physically exhausted you fall asleep, your thumb finding its way unconsciously to your mouth.
...{A couple of Hours later}...
You jolt awake as you Mom gently shakes your shoulder before turning on the light. She and your Dad come in and sit-down on either side of you. "Your Dad and I talked, and did a little research. And we decided that we are going to support you. We want you to know that we love you, and we may not entirely understand this, but we want you to do whatever makes you feel more comfortable, which is why we got you these," you mother explains indicating the bags she left by your door. "Now whether or not you use them is up to you, but if you want to you can, and if you want some help we can diaper you too if you want. Now you may not want to use everything we got for you and that's okay too, but if there is anything else you want, you just need to let us know. We don't think you need to keep something like this a secret from us, and we definitely don't want you to feel ashamed of something like this" your mother finishes kindly, patting you on the shoulder. "Are you going to look at what we got you?" she asks politely, and you walk over dreamily.
Your parents just said that they would support your wearing diapers, and even change you if you wanted them to. You open the largest bag, and as you expected it contains a case of diapers. You look at the number and blink, "80?" you say to yourself. "Well, they are disposable after all, and depending on how often you want to use it, that may not last long." your mother informs you. You move on to the next bag and find changing supplies and a fold-away changing matt for someone your size, the third bag contains the strangest thing yet. Inside it are a pacifier, baby bottle, and a blue onesie, yet they are all sized to fit a teen or adult over a baby.
"After you told us about John, your father and I visited John's mother, and she explained some things. She told us that it wasn't that John needed diapers, but rather that he chose to wear them. And that he also likes to be babied. She figured that if you also wanted to wear diapers that you might like to be babied too. So she gave us some of John's things and told us where we could get more for you if you want... Do you?" your mother explained, with an almost hopeful tone to her voice in her last question
You couldn't believe it. In the course of one short day you'd gotten trapped in a diaper, used it, been comforted by your mother and now your parents were asking to baby you. And a part of you inexplicably longed for it. You already knew that you wanted to keep wearing diapers, but did you want to go the whole hog and let your parents baby you too?   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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