seriously... seriously?... seriously!

[babyemo]

i was in a writing mood, and wanted to take these stories in a different emotional direction, if its bad ill stop.


I was pissed, scared almost as bad, but pissed none the less. "is their a reason?" i asked as i stormed downstairs. "a reason for what?" My mother said. oh shit, somehow my mother had materialized where my roomate should have been sitting. "... nothing, what brings you all the way over here?" I tried to look concerned for something other than my sanity. "well i just miss you, im your mother and i am worried that you are already a college student, living away from home, i always said your to young but your father" "MOM, i am doing just fine, and i think i know why your here anyway." She gets defensive when she lies, and besides, missing underware is always a sign that someone that knows you personally has been around.

"so where are they?" as i went for some water, she turned her head from my desk. "im not sure what your talking about" she lies... "oh come on, i have only been in the dorms for a week! there is no way that my roomate is froliking about with a pair of my drawers" my mother just muttered "he did seem kinda gay." i softened my tone, i just wanted my underpants back. "mom, where are my shorts? i woke up and found my drawer full of my old diapers... AGAIN, i thought we were over this when i went to college." It was one of my mothers... quirks, she never quite trusted that i could hold my piddle, and always found fairly passive aggressive ways to make sure i was... protected. "oh come on, you know well that regular underware wont protect you if you have an accident! your in a new area with new people, would you like to have wet pants trying to make friends?"

This had been going on since i started school, i dont know if she just wanted to screw with me, or hold me back, or just couldnt let go, but i am 16, i am in college now! infact it was one of the reasons i worked so hard to get done with high school so fast, besides, nothing gets you pushed out of the "in" crowd in high school faster than a leaky diaper coupled with unlimited "bathroom passes" to the big nurses station bathroom! her reach somehow manages to extend to the places where she shouldn't be able to have control over anything, like now, and like the move in day. I managed to get to college 3 years early by convincing my school board to let me take senior finals "just for kicks" but after recieving a well passing score, and using my "disabilities" as leverage, i was allowed to take the local college's pre grad program, and move into the dorms.

september first, move in day. Diapered as usual (and hopefully for the last day) i began the process of moving as much stuff as i thought i could need over to the closet for 2 that is a small college dorm. I had hopes that my parents finally thought i was growing up enough, i had been diapered thinly that morning, it felt good, almost like the underware i kept in the drop ceiling in my room. Sometimes when noone was around, i would take them down and wear them around the house, but only for a little while ofcourse These were something cheap, store brand probably, it didnt matter though, when i needed changing they would do it, i liked to hold it as long as i could (more to prove to myself that i could than anything) then flood whatever huge full day brief they had put me in, it was hard, but every once in a while i managed to go from dry to drenched in one good pee, just so i they had to bring extra clothes too.

that day though they were just hiding their true intent! The floor coordinator introduced me to my roomate, a nice person i think, out of highschool the real way. I started out with the pleasantries, like wow this is different, you know, the normal, When i almost lost my functions naturaly, my mother, walking down the hallway full of first year students, was carrying a large clear tote crammed with everything from my changing table, i could do nothing but stand there as this huge tote, carried horizontally, displayed its contents (packed inside strategically im sure, as the most babyish diapers were on the outer edges, pressed against the inside on their side so there was no way the diaper shape and tape could be missed.) unmissable as well, which i took a roll call of in horror as she approached, powder, creams, diapers, more diapers, an old enema kit, onesies that were folded just enough to show off the snaps and long ends, and possibly worst of all, as if to make SURE to include the clueless as to its contents, a strip of tape with DIAPERS written in big block letters (this was the ONLY marked, non cardboard box in the whole move)
She saw me, approached, and said "this is all yours, you carry it".


That day took a long time to live down in my mind, i had managed to blend in after that, either negateing the effect that tote had, or just putting it out of everyones mind, i quickly took aim at the middle of the group and stayed there. the first thing i did after my parents left was hop my bike to costco and bought enough boxers, briefs and hybrid combonations to last me a life time. which were going great... until now. In the time i had recalling my first day here, my mother had gone to my bed and layed out the sickly familiar items, being 16 had many disadvantages, one of which being i still had to do as she saw fit, and her fit for me was was an unnatural one.

i remembered back on the last time she had put me in the kind of diaper she had layed out here, they were special, special in that they repelled the fitting of pants with every absorbant fiber. The only times i had worn them before was for multi-day car trips and lock-in sleepovers... and now for what? punishment? as she motioned for me to come i backed towards the door, hoping to make a hasty escape. I turned and reached for the knob just as she opened her mouth, but the knob turned for me. I may just as well have dropped dead at that moment, there is no way my roomate is coming in with all that stuff on my bed! i sent a prayer that it was not him. and to my horror, it was answered. Look, its not that i dont like my family, its just that every sibling i have was raised to be completly dedicated to my parents will.

This was never more evident as my sister opened the door and my mother said "grab him". with lightning reflexes i was in my older sisters arms and being carried from my exit plan, she knew the drill as well as i did, hold me down on the bed so i could be properly fitted for my day. most of the time i didnt struggle, except when there were extenuating circumstances, like the last time i wore that big kind of diaper.

[Mugiwara]

A little intressting,didnt really think it was the mother who would have a problem or possibly being a AB or whatever :P will there be more chapters?

[babyemo]

if there is a good response i will continue, i keep changing my writing style.

[teenbaby96]

nice story...........................................

[Unfused...]

I enjoy it, and would read whatever else you might add =) More, please

[VR Wolf]

Its definitly a change of pace from the more traditional stories, while im not a fan of punishment stories (or anything of the like) i do rather like this one, if only that it may not be as predictable as others.