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Chapter #6
Keep trying to get your pants off.
by: Unknown
You had to get this off one way or another!, you didn't want to wet another diaper and would eventualy have to take a dump. Struggleing to pull down your pants you begin to fell hopeless the pants wont even budge an inch. You head downstairs to the craft room to see if the scissors can cut your pants. You walk over to the tools drawer to find it locked, it was usualy unlocked but I guess they decided to keep me out of it today. Banging on the Toolbox you can't help but start crying, this is far too embarrasing for you.
Your mom calls from upstairs "Dinner Time!", maybe you can talk your way out of this with dad he has a level head. Pacing yourself into the dinning room you find your father sitting down alone, you approach him to plea your case.
"Dad I.." you are cut short by your father.
"Its ok son, your mother explained everything and I'm going to leaver her in charge"
Drat, that was fast... You don't have any options, no escape, no control, and no mercy.. thoughts begining to enter your mind, 'What if they make me wear them to school?', 'What if everyone finds out!?!?!?', 'why did I let a diaper be put on me anyway!'.
You sat down, looking forward to at least a tasty meal. Your mother setting down your plate and beverage in front of you. You begin to eat continuing to think about what was in store for you. Your beverage tasted a little funny but you paid it no mind, it tasted delicious regardless of the hinting flavor you were however going to have to ask what kind of juice this was later. After dinner was over you felt like then was as good as any time to ask.
"Mom what kind of juice did you give me tonight, it tasted funny"
Squatting down to meet you eye to eye she replied "oh don't worry about it sweaty its just something to help you poop."
You were curious, at your age you didn't know they had products that helped you 'go' but obviously you were going to be forced to use the diaper in a way you didn't want to!. Your mom finishes the conversation by telling you to go play. As if that was going to be an easy thing to do in this state. You head down to your room to watch TV, dreading the events to come. Only about an hour from dinner you start to feel the effects, you can feel your bowels moving, and a pressure on your back passage growing.
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