It Gets Worse…
Johnny arrived home after what was a surprising day at school. He got no homework which was a shock and all his classmates were very attentive to him and were very willing to help him with his pull-up changes. As he walked into the door, he was met by both of his parents who didn’t look very happy.
“Johnny, I think it’s time that we do something drastic about all of your accidents. The pull-ups just aren’t working” His Dad started.
“We have let this go on for so long because we both thought you would stop having accidents, it was one thing when you just “wet” but with you “messing” yourself as well, we have come to a decision on what to do” His Mom continued.
Johnny was very scared of what they might do to him but before he could say anything he felt himself begin to wet his already soaked pull-up and it began to leak down his pants. Showing exactly what his parents where talking about He began to cry as his dad grabbed his hand and lead him upstairs to his room with his mom following right behind them.
As he entered his room, Johnny was shocked to find that his room no longer looked like an teenagers room but that of an unpotty-trained toddler his bed had been converted into a crib. Then he saw that his desk and computer were gone and in its place was an oversized changing table stocked with what looked like large baby diapers and wipes. All of his posters and action figures were gone replaced with baby style pictures and toys. Johnny tried to pull out of his father’s grasp but his mother gave him a whack on his soaked bottom, forcing him to obey.
He had no choice but to let this continue. His father then pulled him to his closet and Johnny found nothing but toddler clothes that looked all his size inside. He knew then that his fate was sealed that he was going to made to be a baby, the mess in his pants only helped make him feel that he deserved it even more. While he was thinking his Dad closed the closet door reveling a mirror and pulled his son in front of it.
“Look at yourself Johnny, do you see what your mother and I see? Because it certainly isn’t a responsible 15-year-old that we thought you were. What we see now is an overgrown toddler that isn’t close to being ready for big boy underwear, or even able to take care of himself. So, we are no longer going to treat you like a big boy, but the like the toddler you are. So, say goodbye to your big boy clothes because it will be a couple years before you see them again” His father said.
Johnny then was stripped of his clothes and helplessly watched as they were thrown into a black trash bag. He was left standing in nothing but his soaked and messy pull-up crying and looking like the baby his parents were going to treat him like. His mother placed a lager then usual pacifier into his mouth and was told to suck it. He did as he was told and began to suck on it finding himself feeling ashamed as he found it relaxing, and felt much more of a baby he looked like.
“That’s Daddy’s good baby boy, now it’s time to get you out of that ‘icky pull-up and into a nice thick, dry diaper. That way you don’t have to worry about having accidents. Then you’ll go into your crib for a nice nap” Johnny’s daddy said to him.
Johnny just whimpered around his pacifier at the fact that his father was talking to him like a baby. He was picked up with little effort and placed onto his new changing table, for what would be the first of many diaper changes to come. His mother then pulled the pull-up open by the tear away sides making it like a diaper that he had been using it like. Johnny then began to panic and tried moving away but his father smacked his upper thigh forcing him to lay still.
Johnny’s P.O.V.
My legs were hoisted up by my feet until my bottom was no longer touching my very dirty pull-up, I sucked harder on my pacifier at the fact that I had seen my little sister in this very position before when she was still in diapers years ago. Now I was in it about to be put into my first diaper since I was a real toddler. I began to cry a bit thinking about how my life had come to this.
“Oh, baby it’s okay I bet it was bad having to be in that dirty pull-up for so long but Mommy and Daddy are here to change you into a thick diaper so you don’t have to worry about having any more accidents” My mother said as she held up a diaper that was like a little baby’s by it was my size.
The diaper was then placed under me and my legs were dropped down and my bottom made contact with it. I felt the thick absorbent fabric and the load crinkle, I spit out the pacifier and began to plead with my parents, to stop this some how. “Please, not this I’ll try harder please! Don’t make me into a baby, I don’t want to be a baby”.
The pacifier was just put back into my mouth and I was given several smacks on my open thigh. I knew then that I had no choice and began to cry harder. I saw a bottle of baby powder in my mom’s hand as she spread it around my penis and bottom . Then the diaper was brought up and closed incasing me and leaving me feeling like my life was truly over.
I knew that they expected me to use it instead of the toilet and with my issues I new that it wouldn’t be a problem. This was to be my bathroom from now on and I had no choice to do as they say and be the baby, they think I am. I’m barely crying anymore I tried myself out and now lay limp on my changing table.
“Now it’s time to put baby Johnny in his crib for a nap but first well put you into your favorite onesie” My Dad said holding up a baby t-shirt with snaps at the bottom with the preschool version of spiderman on it.
‘Okay arms up baby" My mom said.
Having no fight left in me now I did as she said, and the shirt was pulled over me. It was the perfect size as it went just past the top of my diaper and the then was snapped into place at the bottom.
I was then placed into my crib and the sides were brought up and it was closed. I was told that if I tried to get out that I would get a spanking, so I simply nodded. and stayed laying down.
“Have a good nap little guy we’ll talk more when you get up” My dad said walking out of my room followed by my mom.
The room is dim but not dark and I couldn’t help but to think about the way my life had changed in just a short amount of time. This morning I was at school wearing my normal clothes all be it with a pull-up hidden under my underwear and pants. Now Here I am wearing a thick baby diaper that fit me perfectly with a onesie covering it, sucking on a pacifier while lying in a crib in my room that has been turned into a nursery by my parents. Was I always meant to be a baby is that why I had all those accidents? But that can’t be right can it?
What would I do about school could I really go back now that I’ve been reduced to a baby, and what about my friends what will they think of me like this? I kept thinking about everything that was going to be different in my life until I fall asleep sucking on my pacifier.
Afterword’s –
As time passed and the humiliation and regression grew Johnny fully acted like he was just meant to be a baby. Now he happily plays with his baby toys and no longer fights the babying. His friends from school still come over to see him or course they are more like babysitters then his friends. His sister has also learned that being the oldest isn’t always fun especially when it comes to diaper changes.
The question does get brought up every so often on when and if Johnny will be allowed to grow up again. The answer isn’t clear right now but only time will tell. Johnny at this point was nothing more than a 15-year-old baby boy. He uses diapers like a 1 year old would and is treated like one. From the first accident to the very moment Johnny was put back into Pull-Ups, he always feared that things would get worse for him. It did get much worse but at least he was happy now…
(This was originally part of a fanfiction I wrote when I was still in Middle School but I found a good way to rework it. I have a few more and I’m thinking of different ways I could use)
