a norwegian story translated

[ukdl75]

saw the norwegian story posted a while back and as i was bored i figured id translate it and hope that the original author will continue it.
I have changed some things around slightly for them to make sense in english and improve the readability.
please note this is not my work and I do not claim it to be.

This story is about a short 17 year old boy by the name of Anders. He is about 85 cm tall and petite.
Apart from his size he is a normal boy. Anders has ended up in an orphanage after his mother died. He has never met his father. He is about to meet the family who has adopted him for the first time.


Anders and Elin, a social worker from the child wellfare department, exited the car heading for the main door of the villa. It's been 2 months since his mother died and he has been living at the orphanage during this time. He was happy to get away from there as some of the other children made fun of him due to his height. He was hardly bigger than a 3 year old, with a face to match. It was incredibly humiliating to have a girl, half your age but double your size lift you up to play house while all the other children laughed. They had placed in a home for 8-15 year olds, as the child wellfare dpartment seemed to think he would have an easier time there than with the older children despite his protests. It was tiring to constantly have to fight to be treated as a functioning 17 year old, not a child needing help for everything. Being lifted was the worst thing he knew and something he was often subjected to. With his 14 kgs there was little he could do apart from protest. The most humiliating at the orphanage was that he had started wetting the bed at night a few times. It had even happened a few times during the day. The doctor put it down to the stress caused by all the events, saying it would pass with time. But it did not help the situation that "everyone" knew he was a bedwetter.

They reached the house and Elin rang the doorbell. After a while a tall,sligthly stocky woman in her fourties with rosy cheeks and a warm smil appeared in at the door."You must be Anders" she said patting his head while smiling. She only got a bland smile in return."My name is Lena. You might not be feeling to good today which is understandable, but you will have a great time in this family".
She addressed Elin and the two females talked while Anders took a closer look at the house. It was huge with 3 stories and it was self-evident that there were children living there. Various toys scattered around the yard and a trampoline in the garden pointed to the house having other occupants.
"I will see you next week then Anders" Elin said as she bent down and hugged him before heading back to the car.Anders followed her with his eyes feeling more than a little anxious at being left with these strange people. Atleast he was somewhat aquinted with Elin.

"Well we better get inside and meet the rest of the family or what?" Lena said still smiling, before he had a chance to speak she lifted him up and placed him on her hip carrying him inside. He was so surpised he went limp and just sat on her arm.They entered a large kitchen filled with what had to be the rest of the family. Everyone was eyeing him curiously and he blushed a deep red embarrased to be carried like a toddler. "You got to sit somewhere so we can have a proper look at you". After a gauging look at the various chairs and benches to Anders horror she pulled out a high-chair made of white plastic and lifted him into it. "There we go this should be nice it looks to fit you quite well". Now he wasn't just embarrased but more than a little mad at being treated this way. "I am actually 17 not 3 and i can sit in a normal chair just fine". Lena obviously did not like his sharp tone judging by her expression. "Now now let's take it easy. You have to sit where it's practical" she said before carrying on as if the discussion was over. "Everybody sit down so you can meet Anders". As she lifted the high-chair closer to the table the rest of the family got into their seats before she sat down at the end of the bench.

The family consisted of the mother and 4 children. Ingrid 17, Anna 13 Eva 9 and Ole 5. Everyone gave him a warm greeting as their mother introduced them. "In this house we have some rules which you are expected to follow. My oldest daugthers help me with the chores and taking care of the children. They will also be in charge of you, when I am out Ingrid is in charge". "But I'm not a child" Anders scremaed in rage. Enough was enough. He would not stand for being treated this way "I am 17, I do not need anyone to babysit me". "Yes. I know you are 17 but you are also very small and therefore need extra help. Maybe when you have been here a while you can have more responsibilities but for now we will take extra care of you and help you. What I failed to tell you earlier before you swore" she said with an omnious look "is that in this house the children obey the adults. If they fail to do so they are spanked, Is that understood?" Anders realised she was serious and knew he would not win that argument. Instead he decided to prove to them he was not a child. "Yes" he answered meekly.

"Good. I will consider that discussion finished then. I also heard from Elin that you have been wetting the bed for the last few weeks and your pants sometimes". Anders blushed more than he thought humanly possible. "Don't worry there is nothing embarrasing about having wetting problems" Elin said encouragingly "But you will have to wear diapers at night until you become dry, and if the daytime wettings continue we will put you back in diapers then too". Anders felt numb. Of all the families he had to end up with this one. "Can I please not be put back into diapers" he pleaded desperatly. "Oh honey" Lena said while she lifted him and hugged him close. She meant well but for Anders it just made things worse.

"My, it's almost 9 o'clock" Lena suddenly exclaimed after looking at the wall mounted clock. She was still holding Anders, oblivious to his disconfort. "Bedtime for the little ones. Ingrid would you mind helping Anders getting ready for bed?". His first instinct was to protest but he dared not challenge Lena yet for fear of being spanked. Ingrid a blond cute girl took Anders from her mother and carried him up the stairs to the first floor. "You shouldn't be embarrased to get a little help every now and then, we can all use a helping hand at some point" she exclaimed as she entered a large bathroom. To his horror there was a large changing table next to the wall, although it looked like it hadn't been used in a while.

She put him on the table and started undressing him. "I'm guessing you didn't bring much clothes with you so I'll see if I find something from when Ole was younger. Guess you can wait until tomorow before you have a bath." His clothes disappeared in a flash leaving standing him in only his underwear before her on the table. Reacing into a closer she removed a Libero diaper from a new package along with other items.

She procedded to lay him on his back on the table before removing his underwear. This was the most embarrsing thing he had experienced in years. "I could maybe put the diaper on myself" he said while trying to rise from the humiliating position. She softly laughed while gently pushing him back down lifting his legs and powdering his behind before fastening the diaper in a few seconds. "That wasn't so bad now was it?" she asked, something he completely disagreed with.

He just lay there numb with the big thick Libero diaper between his legs, knowing he looked very much like a small child at that point. *It did not help matters when Ingrid pulled out a light blue onesie that had obviously belonged to her younger brother, pulling it on before snapping up the crotch. As he was lifted upright he could see himself in the mirror. He had never felt so little before. "Aww you look so cute" Ingrid said while smiling and patting his behind before Lena entered.

"Looks like it fits him perfectly" she exclaimed as the two females launched into a conversation about his diaper, poking and proding to check how it fit. "Come here and we will show you your room" Lena said as she lifted him up with one hand firmly placed under his behind. "You can sleep in Ole's old room for now until we find a proper bed for you". She entered a nursery and as he had expected Anders saw a white crib with sheets made up for him. Not wanting another argument he resigned himself to his fate for the night. Lena put him into the crib tucking him in before raising the railings and closing the door.

The next morning Anders awoke to find out he had once again wet during the night. His diaper was soaked and he found it hard to stand up with it sagging between his legs. He had to hold the bars of the railing to keep his balance and could feel the diaper making his onesie bulge. He wondered if he could ndure the humiliation of shouting that he needed to get out of the crib, so he decided to just wait. It wasn't long before Anna the other daugther entered smiling. "My that's a soaked diaper" she said as he poked at the rear of the diaper. "You didnt poop too did you?" she asked while lifting him to headlevel to and smelling to check. "No of course not" was the cranky reply. "What a cranky one you are this morning" she laughed while carrying him to the bathroom.

Again he had to endure the embarrasment of the changing table, but to his surprise he was put into a new thick diaper. "But I dont need diapers during the day". "Mum said you should wear one anyway just in case". Instead of his old clothes he was put into a new onesie before a pair of stockings was pulled on before he was carried down to the kitchen. Here he was once again put into the high-chair. The diaper felt like a cushion between his legs. In the kitchen the whole family was sitting eating breakfast. "Had he wet his diaper Anna ?". Yeah mum it was soaked. I also put a new one on him". "Probably just as well, that way we wont have to deal with any accidents. Wasn't it better wearing a diaper than waking up in a wet bed?" Lena gently told Anders.

For breakfast he was given sandwiches, which luckily were served on a normal plate. But he had to ask for everything he needed before they placed it on the tray in front of him. He was determined he would have no accidents today so he could get out of the silly diapers as soon as possible. "I have to go to work now and the others kids are off for school, so I'm afraid you have to go to daycare with Ole. I know you're not a child but until i manage to sort a school for you it will be the safest place for you". Anders was dumbstruck. In spite of the way he had been treated he had never expected this. "Are you completely daft" he yelled out. The next thing he knew he was straddled across Lena's lap, his onesie being torn open and his diaper removed before she started spanking him with a flat hand.

"I told you I do not accept that kind of behaviour" she said between slaps. He cried out asking her to stop and after a while she finaly did, putting his diaper and onesie back on him. He sniffled a bit but it did not really hurt, it was more a power demonstration from her. "I'm off, behave yourself today" she told him before exiting the house. Ingrid brought him upstairs to get dressed. "The clothes you arrived in wont be appropriate for daycare, lets find some old ones you can wear". He was put in a thickly padded one-piece rainsuit, a cap, boots and mittens that were fastened to the suit.

With a thick diaper underneath he waddled as he tried to walk, making Ingrid laugh. He tried taking of the mittens but was unable to and with them on he was close to helpless. "let's go, you coming Ole ?". She lifted Anders with one hand and took her brothers hand before leaving the house. The daycare was close by so she carried Anders the whole way. Something he did not mind as it was easier than walking in his getup. They arrived at a fenced of house with lots of playing noisy kids in the playground out front. Ingrid entered the house while Ole ran off to meet up with his friends.

Anders wished he could sink into a hole and disappear when one of the attendants come to greet him. "Hello Anders. My name is Elise. I talked with Lena yesterday about you visiting us. We were planning a trip to the swimming pool with the big kids today and we thought you might want to join us if you behave". Elise took his hand leading him away from Ingrid who said bye before heading off. "Would you like to play with the other kids or do you want to go inside and warm up a bit?". "I'm 17, there is no need to pretend im 3" he answered pointedly. "Then we will play outside for a while since you're in such a good mood" she smiled. She put him in a toddler swingset and started pushing him back and forth. Anders could feel aurgent need to use the toilett. "I got to go" he shouted at Elisa who just kept pushing him. "Just go in your diaper we will change you later" she shouted back. No matter what he said she just laughed at him.

The next hour was spent unwillingly in various playground toys while he tried to avoid messing his diaper. When it was finally time for lunch she took him to the big kids section. There where not many others there in diapers, so he stood out with his bulging diaperbutt underneath his stockings. She left him in the toyroom while heading off to chat with some other employees. He could hold it no longer. He could feel himself filling up the rear of the diaper as it swelled. It was incredibly gross and he could hardly stand walking when he felt the lump. As it started to sting he went to find Elise and tell her what happened.

Before he got that far he met a young girl of perhaps 16 working as a temp. She lifted him up and sniffed his behind. "Wow you got a lot of poop in your diaper. What say we change you?" she said in toddler talk. She obviously mistook him for 2 year old or younger, not listening to his stottering explanation of who he was. Outside the changing room they met Elise, "Nice to see you're changing Anders, I bet he could use a fresh diaper about now". "Oh is this Anders?, I thought he was a 3 year old" she laughed. "He is just so adorable in those clothes, I had no idea he was older than me" both laughed as the girl started changing Anders diaper. "What a cute baby you are" she said teasingly "Must be nice to get out of that stinky diaper" she laughed. After the change she got him dressed and into the main room.

"Time for lunch" said a voice from the kitchen. The girl, whose name was Lina walked with Anders nestled in the crook of her arms into the kitchen. "You dont have to treat me like a baby" he said sulkingly. "But its so sweet" was her reply. Instead of getting put into one of the normal childrens seats she pulled out a high-chair which she strapped him into. Once he was securely fastened she tied a bib around his neck, produced a bowl of babyfood and spoonfed him. As if this wasn't humiliating enough every attendant had to pop by to see the short 17 year old who was in the daycare. They stood around him talking about how cute he was and how hard it was to distinguish him from a normal toddler.

All this while Lina spoonfed him. When he was finaly done and asked for a drink she got a babybottle filled with milk. She put the nipple into his mouth, but when he protested,l refusing to drink she nestled him in her arms. "you're not getting down until you have been a good boy and finished the bottle" she said while laughing. So he had to lay there in her amrs while she went around showing him off to the others. Several of them also wanted to hold him, so they took turns while he in their arms, red with anger sucking at the bottle they were holding.

They were getting ready to leave and Anders was allowed to join the big kids in the daycare. Since he was the smallest Elise put him in a stroller as they exited the building. "If you make one complaint I will sending you straight to the little kids where you seem to belong" she threatened when he started complaining. So he sat in the stroller all the way to the pool. As they entered the other children and attendants went to get changed while Elise took Anders to the small kiosk. "Hello ther, I need some swim diapers for this little tyke" she said to the clerk. "Saves you guys having to clean the pool for poop" she laughed.

Anders did not even bother protesting, he was just glad the clerk did not know how old he really was. She was handed two thick swim diapers, blue and baggy and carried Anders to the female lockers. The other children were already in the pool with the adults. Anders was the only one of them who had to wear a swim diaper. She undressed him down to his diaper which was sligthly wet since he had peed in it on the way there. He had to walk around in just his diaper while waiting for Elise to finish changing.

The other women smiled as he came waddling. "What a sweet boy you got there, how old is he ?" one of them asked Elise. "He is really 17 but he is in daycare for a few week until they sort him a school". She was visibly shocked. "Wow, I never would have guessed". She lifted him up and looked him over. "But it must be better to just have diaper changes to worry about as opposed to alcohol and drugs and that sort" she smiled. Elise laughed and took of Anders his diaper and put him into the swim diaper. Then he was put in a lifejacket for kids, before heading into the pool. He floated about unable to do much and the other kids thought it was fun to push him between them, as they were only wearing armfloaters. Elise followed right behind him the whole time while talking to the other ladies. After a while they left.

[ABB]

Great story I have to congratulate author of this. I wonder what will happen next I only hope that Anders will find happiness and love. Cud you tell when will you post next chapter.

Keep going please.

Sorry for eventual language mistakes.

[diapersrulez]

First, I would like to congratulate you on the translation. Norish isn't the easiest language to translate from, but it is quite well done and the story is very easy to read.

The story however is not very entertaining to me. The situation, and the way people act in the story is very unnatural. Even if it would be possible for a 17 year old to be as small as they say he is (something I at least never heard of) and had need of diapers, people would not react to such a situation in the way the story tells us. As you read it, it seems more like the writer tries to focus on the "being treated like a baby" situation then on trying to write a logic, developing and realistic story which centers on a person that is treated like a baby.

This is my opinion, if you think different, please post it down here.

[richbaby]

The grammar errors I think are from the translation but still not a to bad of a story.