8) You come home from a hard day of classes thinking it will be great to play in your favorite diapers. You walk through the back door of your home, to find your mother and four or five of her lady friends sitting in the kitchen. They are all sitting with big smiles and stare straight at you.
Welcome home son, I was cleaning in your bedroom this morning and found some things I need to ask you about. Why son do you have a package of cloth diapers hidden in the back of your closet? Also I found a couple pairs of the largest plastic pants I have ever seen. Are these things yours and why are you keeping diapers hidden in your room?
There on the table is your stash of diapers, plastic pants, baby powder, and diapers pins. God dam your busted big time baby now what?
All of the ladies are staring ever so intently at you with big beaming smiles. One lady speaks up. I am sure he has a diaper fetish and needs some diaper humiliation to correct his diapered ways.
Maybe we should see if they fit him before we accuse him of having a diaper fetish. I would love to see a young teenage boy wearing baby diapers. The crushing humiliation of all of us ladies diapering your young man would be such sweet humiliation for him.
Well ladies I think your right lets diaper my son right here on the kitchen floor. We will give him a true taste of what diapers are all about. I can hardly wait to see him lose control and fill his diapers like a little baby again. It has been many years since I have had diaper duty on my son. I think it will be hilarious to watch him suffer the consequences of diaper humiliation, and the end results of a suppository.
With the number of the ladies and the skilled hands of thousands of diaper changes among them. They soon reduce you to a diapered boy in minutes. It was also apparent they inserted a few suppositories deap in your bowels and sealed your diapers up in the plastic pants. From young man to diapered boy fighting not to poop his diapers in minutes flat. Your struggles are hopeless as you fight to not lose control, but to no avail as you load the seat of your diapers.
From that point on you are back in diapers full time and all of the neighborhood is aware of your plight. Every morning the clothes line is filled with the sparkling white cloth diapers from your bottom the day before. All of the ladies are your diaper change suppliers and are only too happy to change you at the slightest bit of dampness of your thick diapers. The girls of the neighborhood love to baby sit you and change the big babies diapers. It was always a good laugh to walk you down the street in diapers and plastic pants only.
OK OK just a little hard core to say hello, I have missed you all and I have missed writing my little brain farts on our beloved site Diaper Dreams. Time to buff some wood folks good to see all of you again. Your long lost perverted Buddy DJC :)