Your mom had been away for a while, you don't know where she went but she returned with a large brown bag. Heading into your room you could hear the ruffling of the paper bag being placed on your bed. You started to waddle over to your room still having difficulty walking in a still full diaper. Entering the room you instantly spot a package of diapers and a few bottles of various lotions, powders and one that was labeled 'suppository' . Turning around and looking at you, your mom addresses your perfect timing patting the bed to suggest you should come over.
You try stepping away only to to be intercepted by your dad. Struggling in his grip you are soon pinned down onto the bed your mom taking off your clothes and cutting the diaper off and throwing it away in your trash can. The air was cool against your moist skin, the movements of your mothers arms blowing enough wind to strike you like an ocean breeze. The smell that came from the diaper filled your nostrils to the brim, the lingering smell of urine dressing the room. Wiping you down with a few cloths you began to feel dry again only to be re-moisturized with some lotion. Kicking your feet around in an attempt to break free you find that it does little to help as your mom gets on the bed and sits between them, keeping you from moving wildly. After a minute of smooth lotion-ing and dusty powders you peek past your dads arms, your mom was opening the bottle labeled 'suppository'. She had put on a pair of gloves and pulled a few bullet shaped globs of jell out of the bottle, shoving all of them into your butt. she begins reaching for the package of diapers you begin to squirm, your legs and arms tiring from resisting you begin to cry a little as the situation seems to be lost. You watch as your mother rips the packaging apart pulling out a diaper and unfolding it near you. Lifting your pelvis and placing it under you, your hopeless squirming doing nothing to prevent its placement.
The padding touched your skin, air rushing out of the puffy diaper as your weight came upon it, the front coming up over your crotch made you scream as the tabs were taped into place and secured. Throwing your head back in defeat your eyes begin to pour as your mom gets up and pulls another object out of the bag. Hearing the rustling you look back up, your tears partially blocking the view in your left eye. A pair of plastic panties were being slid past your legs, they became taught as they came around you, they were just the right size to comfort your structure. You were finished, or so you thought... You watched as your mom pulled on two lengths of chair that were coming out of the diaper, the waist tightening around you. She had a pad-a-lock in her other hand, opening it with a key and wiring the lock through you watched as she closed it shut, placing the key into her bra and checking to see if she could get a finger under it, the elastic and metal only letting her nails in. A job well done your father unpinned you, your parents standing back as you lay there your body clothed only by a diaper and locking plastic pants.
You sit up and glance down at your new attire to see.
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