Chapter #5Plain white diapers. by: Stendier   Opening the pack of diapers you find that she has brought you plain white diapers.
She smiles down at you and says sweetly "Just relax, sweetie. In a moment, you'll be in a nice, fresh diaper."
She brings her hands down to the front of your wet diaper and uses her sharp nails to cut through the tapes. Then she peels it off of you, leaving you completely naked in front of here. She rolls the diaper up into a little ball and tosses into the trashcan in her room.
Next, she takes out a few wipes and carefully cleans up every part of your crotch. Once the stench of urine is gone, she takes a diaper out of the pack and begins to unfold it. All the while, you still try to protest, but she continues to ignore your pleas.
Finally giving in to the situation, you raise your bottom a few inches to allow your mother to place the diaper under you. Setting back down on the soft garment, you brace yourself for what is about to happen. Your mother obviously knows full well what she is doing, giving the fact that she changed your diapers several times a day for the first two years of your life.
Your mom carefully pulls the front of the diaper up between your legs and snugly tapes it up on either side. Once this is accomplished, she pats the front of the diaper, stands up straight, and holds her hands out to you.
You lift your hands into the air. She takes them and pulls you up onto your feet. There, you fully grasp what is happening: you are a teenaged boy, standing in front of your mother in nothing but a thick white soft disposable diaper.
She turns you around and inspects all the parts of the diaper to make sure it is on perfectly. After confirming it is on properly, she whispers in your ear "You look so adorable in your diaper. You have to see yourself."
She takes her hands and places them gently on your biceps. Then she walks with you out of the room, you standing in front of her yet slightly to the side as well.
As you walk, you feel the thickness of the diaper between your legs. It is so bulky that you cannot even walk straight; you are forced to resort to a toddler-like waddle. Your mother simply giggles and remarks about how "cute" it is.
She stops you in front of the full-length mirror in the hallway. She has you stand so that you are directly in the middle of it. You gaze at your reflection, seeing what your mother just saw a moment ago. The huge diaper covers all of your crotch, and the waistband stops at your belly button. Still standing behind you, your mother whispers into your ear "I'm so happy to have my baby boy back."
You feel like blushing, but you don't. You just stand there, somewhat humiliated and somewhat relaxed. Your mother gives your diapered bottom a few firm pats and tells you "If you ever need changing, just let mommy know and I'll get you another fresh diaper."
You stand in front of the mirror with your mother for a few minutes, still struggling to come to terms with your current state. Then your mom tells you...  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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