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16-08-2008
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Why Purple.
(This is my first attempt at a DLish story, I could easily just destroy works with some of the stuff that goes through my head, but this one seemed to come easier to get into text. I also couldn't think of a title, so I decided on something that was at least somewhat relevant to the story. It's only the first chapter, and probably the last, this was just a story written at 3 in the morning and poorly thought up, I just put down what came to my fingers.)
(P.S. Sorry for the block of text look) Chapter 1 He was cursing himself every single moment. How it happened, he was completely unsure. It just hit him in a flash. His pants were drenched from him holding in his pee for too long. Luckily, he had been in the car when it happened, but his mother was on the edge of fury that he had ruined her car seats and his irresponsibility at going to the bathroom before they left, and on the edge of concern that it had happened. He climbed out of the seat and walked into the house with his soaked pants. His face was a deep shade of red. His mother continued to usher him into the house, carrying a bag she had gotten on the way home from shopping. The one story apartment was on the first floor, so it wasn’t a long walk of shame for him. He stepped into his room quickly, and shut the door behind him. It didn’t have a lock, but he wished it did, he just wanted to be alone. He took his pants and boxers off, feeling relieved to be out of his shameful clothing. He put on a clean pair of boxers and pajama pants, just wanting to relax. There was a knock at his door. He knew it was his mom, it was just him and her living there. He had no siblings, and his father had left them some time ago. He opened the door, and saw she was still holding the bag. “Justin, we need to talk.” Justin’s heart sank. He didn’t know about what, but there was a lot of concern in her voice. “It’s been three weeks of these accidents. I’ve talked with a doctor about it, and he says it could either be stress related, or your bladder could just be under developed.” Justin was ten, and started having accidents again. It has happened twice before, one after he was potty trained at 3 for a month, and again when he was 7. He was getting a better idea of what was in the bag, and tears came to his eyes. “Mom. Please, not those.” “I’m sorry Justin, it is what we did the last time you had accidents, so we’ll have to do it again.” She opened up the bag, and took out a bag of diapers. It looked like it had already been opened, and only a few diapers were taken. Justin’s heart sank deep into his chest when he analyzed it closer. They were Pamper’s Underjams, but they were purple. “I talked with a friend of mine, and her niece just stopped wetting the bed, so these were going to go to waste.” “Mom they’re purple!” “Oh, hush. I’m not going to make you start wearing a dress. They’re just diapers. Now, I ordered some actual diapers and they should be here in a couple days, but until then you’ll have to wear these.” She walked over towards him, and began to pull his pajama pants off. “Now let’s get you in this-” “Mom! I can put it on myself!” He said trying to kick her away. She maneuvered expertly and had his pants and boxers off. She put his feet into the leg holes and ran it up till it was snug around his waist. “There you go Justin. I know you don’t like being changed, but it isn’t a big deal.” Justin was flushed with a deep red in in his face and buried himself in his bed, not bothering to get his pants back on. When dinner rolled around, he walked out of his room into the kitchen, his diaper was crinkling since he didn’t have any clean pants to wear and he didn’t want to forage for his pajama pants. His Mom was busy finishing up dinner, as he sat down. He didn’t like the padding in between his legs, he didn’t like the crinkle, and he didn’t like the fact they were purple. She placed a plate in front of him. Black-eyed peas, pork chops, and some mashed potatoes. “Alright Justin,” She said when they began to eat. “After dinner, no liquids, and your bed time is 8:00 PM.” Justin nearly choked on his pork chops when he heard the outrageous bed time. “Mom, you have got to be kidding! It’s summer!” “And your sleep needs to be in order. The closer we regulate a routine the better we’ll be able to get your accidents under control.” This is what he truly hated about the diapers. It truly made him feel like a toddler. “Now, watch your tongue. I’m sorry you feel like you’re being treated like a baby, but if you keep acting like one I’ll treat you like one. We’ll get your accidents cleaned up, and then you’ll be back in boxers in no time.” She said with a serene smile. “I’m not doing this to punish you, J. I do this cause I love you.” She said petting his hair. Justin felt terrible for his outburst after that, and drank his water silently. He suddenly had the urge to pee, and go up to go, but halfway into getting up, he felt the underjam swelling up. He looked down and saw it was close to bursting. He knew he drank some soda when they were out, but he didn’t know it was that much. His mother saw the anguish in his face, and got up to go fetch another diaper. He sat down in his chair, feeling the diaper bulge cushion him. His mother returned and told him to step out of his diaper so she could put him into another. He knew she was hiding them so he couldn’t irrationally throw them away like he had done when he was 7. When he saw the clock, it was half an hour until 8, so his Mother made him get ready for bed. He took his shower, brushed his teeth, and was about to get his boxers on when he found they weren’t anywhere to be found. His Mom came in behind him holding the underjam he left in the bathroom. She held it open at his feet so he could step in, and pulled it up snug around his waist. He put some pajama pants on and hopped into bed. He wasn’t remotely tired, and just wanted to get on the computer, but as his Mother turned the lights off to leave, she said. “And don’t get up from that bed unless you need to use the potty, alright?” Justin felt like his back was stabbed, but he had to say yes. They exchanged good nights, and his mother left. Justin sat up for hours thinking. The thing really irking him was the underjam he was wearing. He never felt comfortable wearing a diaper to bed, especially a girl’s diaper. His mind transfixed from one thing to another, not being able to sleep. It was 2 AM before he finally drifted to sleep. When he awoke, he was greeted with a wet diaper. He looked at the clock, and it was 10 AM. He went to go back to sleep, but his door came wide open. “Looks like they came earlier than I expected. I guess I chose overnight by accident.” She was carrying the box into his room, and opened it up. He got up from bed and walked over, his wet diaper hidden behind his pajama pants. He peered inside to see diaper bags. His mother took one out, and opened it up. Justin’s heart sank much like it did before. She took out a purple diaper. All his mother did was smile as though nothing was amiss. “Alright, get on your bed so I can change you into this.” “Mom!” “J, what did I tell you about acting like a baby?” She said folding her arms. Justin wanted to cry, and just laid down on his bed. He felt his pajama pants come off, as well as his wet underjam. The next thing he knew, he was back at age 7 when his Mom changed him in the girls bathroom, changing his diaper which leaked through to his pants and he had to wear just a diaper and t-shirt around the mall while his mother finished shopping. Justin snapped back into reality when he felt the true thickness of the diaper come in between his legs. Justin went to close his legs, but his Mother was in a spot where he couldn’t close them much at all. She secured the tapes snug around his waist, and gave the front a pat. Justin went to close his legs, and found it was a strain to get them together. “These diapers are very good, from what I hear. I know you don’t like ‘girl’ colors, but you’ll have to bear with it until you’re all good to go again.” She kissed him on the forehead, and brought the pajama pants up around the diaper. She took the box out of his room and closed the door behind her. Justin sat on his bed, his legs agate from giving up trying to keep his legs together. He rolled over, taking a blanket from the side of his bed, and tried to sleep. He turned over on to his stomach, since his side was uncomfortable. Justin awoke to a growing pressure in his colon. He knew the feeling well, and got up. He stopped when he got up, his diaper was crinkling so loud it made him forget about having to poo. Justin didn’t want to move an inch, he was afraid someone would hear it. The underjam crinkled, but this diaper made and uproar. Anxiety overwhelmed him as he sat down. He didn’t want to go outside, he didn’t want to be around people with this thick and loud diaper on, and he didn’t want his diaper to be purple! The pressure in his colon brought him back to reality, and he got up. Normally, he could hold it very well, but the pains grew more intensely than what he was used to. The pressure grew to cramps, as what he feared sank in. He’d have to go from his room, through three rooms, into his mother’s room and into the only bathroom. Justin did his best to hold in what was aching to come out, but the diaper he had on was foiling that plan by keeping his legs from fully closing. He rushed from his room, through the living room, into the kitchen, and found his mother’s door closed. Justin tried to open it, but found it locked. He put his ear to the door, and heard the shower going. He forgot how sound proofed the house was. Justin squirmed in place, wanting to rasp on the door until his mother got out, but the worst part of him showed, and it was something that has always costed him. Justin’s self esteem was low, and not only that, it corrupted his mind. He’d go out of his way to do things he warranted was good or bad. Such as, he wouldn’t think of eating out of someone else’s fridge, unless he was specifically told he could, or if it was offered to him. He’d also complain as little as possible when he was with other people. It has often times caused his bladder much pain when he’d hold it for close to 12 hours, not wanting to say anything. And this time, he didn’t want to disturb his mother in the shower. He was stuck in limbo, the growing pains of what seemed to be diarrhea wanting him to know, and respecting his Mother’s privacy and not wanting to disturb her. Minutes passed, and before long, he heard the shower turn off. He then heard the blow dryer go, and knew it’d be another fifteen minutes before his mother would be done. Justin began to cry as he sank to his knees, and his body betrayed him, as he loudly messed himself, aiding it by pushing it out. His diaper filled up in the wet sticky mess, and all he could do was cry. His mother opened the door, seeing him on the ground crying when she smelled the horrid stench of poo. She pieced it together, and ushered him into the bathroom, starting the shower, stripping him down, and telling him to clean up. She left him to his sorrow as he continued to cry in the shower, taking 20 minutes before he started to clean himself. |
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16-08-2008
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Wow, you just jumped right into the plot device, didn't you? Were gonna have to work on that. Seriously, I think ive read this before. Someone... her name started with a K, and she got into a spat in Mysika about grammer, or something equally trivial. Anyway, this is one of the most over used plots i can remember.
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