Tricked into Diapers Chapters 3 and 4

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III.
The next morning, Nancy hurriedly dressed and readied herself for her day. Down the hall, she could hear Lisa getting ready for school. Pausing just long enough to catch a deep breath, Nancy entered Tom’s room and called out to the still sleeping young man.
“Breakfast in five minutes. If you want me to make it for you, you had better put a move on.”
Groggily, Tom opened his eyes and began to sit up. Suddenly he stopped, startled, and peered down at his crotch. He glanced quickly at Nancy before lying back down and pulling the sheet closer to him.
“I think I’ll sleep in today. I’ll eat something later.” He looked cautiously at Nancy, eager for he to leave the room.
“OK, but don’t expect me to make it for you.” Nancy was stern, trying to keep in tune with their strained relationship. “By the way,” she said as she turned to leave, “what’s that smell?”
“I don’t smell anything,” Tom stammered. “Please go away and let me go back to sleep.”
“Your sheet is wet,” Nancy said, adopting a concerned tone. “What’s going on here?” She began walking toward the bed.
Tom looked down, horrified. In his sleepy state, it hadn’t occurred to him that the top sheet would have soaked up some of the urine. A large spot hinted at what Nancy would see below.
Nancy lifted the top sheet up to her nose, sniffed it and then threw it back, repulsed. She glared at Tom’s wet pajamas, secretly smiling at how frightened and confused Tom was.
“I can’t believe it. Your parents didn’t say anything about your bedwetting problem. Here I thought I would be boarding an adult, not a child. Wait until Lisa finds out about this.”
“No! Don’t tell her!” Tom almost shouted, then quickly lowered his voice, afraid that Lisa would hear. “This has never happened before. Really. I promise, it won’t happen again. Just don’t tell Lisa.”
Nancy smiled inside. He was almost begging and it felt good. She had him where she wanted him. She sneered and was pleased as Tom’s eyes grew wide, then softened her expression and spoke to him in an almost motherly tone.
“I’ll tell you what. I’ll think about it. You stay here in your wet bed until Lisa leaves for school, and then we’ll talk. Don’t even think about coming downstairs.”
Tom laid back as Nancy left the room. This was a nightmare. He was extremely uncomfortable. The cold, wet pajamas rode up his crack and stuck to his skin all over. The smell of stale pee was nearly overwhelming. Worst of all, he had no idea what his aunt’s decision would be. He watched the door, waiting and waiting.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the door opened. Nancy came in and sat on a dry section at the end of the bed.
“Here’s the deal—no negotiating. I read once that most little boys wet the bed once while adapting to a new environment, so I’m willing to forgive you this time, but only if things change around here. You must listen to me and obey my orders. No more passes at Lisa. If you fail to live up to this, I tell Lisa about your, uh, episode.”
Tom nodded gleefully. This was better than he thought. Once the sheets were clean, it was his word against his aunt’s. Lisa would believe him any time. His face fell, then, as Nancy continued.
“I know what you’re thinking, so I brought this.” She revealed a camera in one hand. Tom began to panic. “Lisa’s still downstairs, so if you don’t agree I’ll call her right now.”
Tom sighed and nodded again. He was trapped, but figured he would find the pictures later. All he needed was a little time. He laid back on the bed.
Lisa took an entire roll of film, making sure she got close-ups of Tom’s wet crotch and a good view of the entire bed. She made him pose in humiliating, babyish positions. She could feel his humiliation building. When the last shot was taken, she told Tom to get up.
“OK, first order. Get into some dry clothes and wash your sheets and pajamas, then clean your mattress. I’m certainly not going to do it for you.”
With that, Nancy left the room and closed the door, leaving behind a bewildered young man.

IV.

Nancy’s plan called for skipping one night, and the time moved slowly for her. She was pleased, though, to see that Tom began resuming some of his old ways by the second day. His rude behavior made her resolve to follow through even stronger.
Finally, it was time again. As the first drops of her pee began to drip into the enema bag, however, Nancy scrunched up her nose, worried. The odor this night was acrid and overwhelming. The longer she peed, the stronger it became. She couldn’t see Tom sleeping through such a stink, but didn’t want to postpone now. Cautiously, nervously, she entered his bedroom.
She didn’t have to worry. Tom’s loud snoring revealed how deep asleep he was. With unconcealed delight, Nancy opened the valve and wet Tom’s bed for him. The room smelled like hell. This time, she knew, he would know what happened without having to peek under the sheets. She wanted to be there when he woke, just to see his face.

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Tricked into Diapers Chapters 1 and 2

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I.
Nancy sat on the couch and frowned as she watched her friend Sherry nurse her one-year-old baby girl. It had been only a week since Nancy’s 18-year-old nephew Tom had arrived to stay with her while his mother travelled around Europe for the summer, but she was already at her wit’s end. Nancy’s sister was a stern and domineering woman, character traits Nancy lacked, and Tom quickly took advantage of his newfound freedom. He was disrespectful and disobedient, and hadn’t even bothered to look for a job to help support the household. Worst of all, he was getting too close to her 16-year-old daughter Lisa, who seemed to idolize the boy. Nancy had already caught them in some heavy petting; it was only a matter of time before they went even further. Nancy shuddered at the thought.
“I don’t know what to do about him,” she told Sherry. “He doesn’t have any friends around here, so all he does is lounge around the house, insulting me and ignoring all of my threats. I think he’s using Lisa to get to me, and it’s working. The more I try to warn Lisa to stay away, the more time she spends with him. I don’t know where to turn, and he’ll be here for over three more months.”
“It’s a real problem,” Sherry agreed. “It’s a shame they have to grow out of infancy and become so independent.” As she spoke, Sherry tenderly removed her nipple from her sleeping baby’s mouth and wiped away the excess milk. Softly, she rubbed the baby’s back and smiled as she heard the responding burp.
“We’ve got to take drastic action, no matter—” Nancy began, then stopped as she heard Lisa come into the house. If her daughter heard any derogatory remarks about Tom, it would drive her even faster into his arms.
“Oooh, you brought the baby over,” Lisa said happily, readily accepting the infant as Sherry held her aloft. “May I bring her into the kitchen?”
Nancy turned back to Sherry as Lisa left the room with the baby. She was about to resume the conversation when she heard a scream from the kitchen.
“Oh, gross! This is so disgusting!” Lisa said as she hurried back into the room, hold the baby away from her at arm’s length. “She wet her pants and I can feel it through her diaper. Yuck!”
“Lisa, don’t be so silly,” Nancy told her daughter. “Babies can’t control themselves and naturally they’re going to be wet now and then.”
“Well, I don’t care,” Lisa replied with obvious repulsion showing on her face. “Pee is so gross; I don’t want to be near it. I don’t want to even be in the same room as someone who doesn’t know how to use the bathroom. Yuck, yuck, yuck.”
As Nancy watched her daughter rush to the bathroom to wash her hands, an idea came to her. Her eyes lit up as her mind reeled with the possibilities. Turning to Sherry, she could see from her friend’s broad smile that a similar thought had occurred to her. Quietly and excitedly, they began making plans that would change Tom’s life forever.

II.
Nancy turned off the alarm she had set for 3:00 a.m. and stumbled sleepily from her bed. As she tiptoed to the bathroom, she listened carefully to make sure that no one else was awake. Hearing no noise, she sighed with relief, closed the bathroom door and turned on a small night light. Reaching behind a cabinet, she pulled out the enema bag she had hidden there earlier that day. Nancy removed her panties, hiked up her negligee and squatted down on the floor. Positioning the enema bag carefully beneath her, she began to pee into it. A small trickle at first, she began to relax when she saw that her aim was good, and soon a steady, warm stream rushed into the bag. Nancy felt she could go on forever, discharging all of the water and juice she had drunk before bed to assure a full bladder. Soon the bag was near capacity and Nancy stood up before capping it. Now, she thought, the hard part.
Sneaking quietly into Tom’s room, Nancy smiled as she saw him lying on his side, away from the wall. Perfect position. She knew that he was a heavy sleeper but was cautious as she approached the bed. Slowly, she pulled the sheet back from her unsuspecting victim, revealing his light blue pajamas. Nancy held the enema tube next to the sheet beneath Tom’s crotch and opened the valve. Immediately the smell of urine filled her nose, yet Tom slept undisturbed. As the wet spot on the bed grew larger, Nancy moved the tube up to Tom’s leg and finally to his groin. She smirked as the now soaking pjs clung to Tom’s body, revealing the shape of his penis underneath. Smaller than I imagined, she snickered. Soon, the flow of pee stopped and Nancy stepped back to review her work. Perfect. The sheets and Tom’s pajamas were too wet to hide. Silently, she covered her nephew with the top sheet and left the room.
Back in the bedroom, Nancy wrapped the enema bag in plastic and hid it under her bed. She was excited, almost giddy. Although she didn’t think she would settle down enough to sleep, Nancy set her alarm for 7:00 a.m. She was so close to pulling this off, she didn’t want to rely too heavily on Tom’s sound sleeping habits and miss him when he awoke. She snuggled into bed, eagerly awaiting the morning.

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I Had a Bad Dream OnO

I Had a Bad Dream OnOCan I sleep in your bed tonight? The bedtime monsters might get me if I don’t… And my bed might be a little wet… I blame Minty @n@

Draw and everything by Erin-Cloverfox

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Awww looks like someone woke up from a bad dream :( I sure hope he get allowed to sleep whit his parents :)

I bet that is going to make him feel allot safer :)

Looks like my bedtime protection failed – littlebigott

Yes it sure seems like someone is in need of some thicker night time protection then the pull ups he is wearing now. It seems like they cannot keep up whit his wetting and starting to leak pretty bad :(

Poor thing he sure have woke up whit a pretty big wet spot around his padded butt :( I sure wounder what his mother is going to say about this?

Evolution of Diaper Good – tomukemono

Evolution of Diaper Good

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It sure seems like it was a good move by Raichu to be wearing a night diaper. It sure seems like he have ended up using it pretty good during his sleep time. I only hope that the diaper is not that soggy like it seems to be. Because it sure seems to be close to its limit in how match it is able to handle before it start leaking.

Morning Check

Morning Check

Twilight’s just happy she won’t have to wash the sheets again.

Draw and everything by skitterpone

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At least someone is happy. The one that receive the diaper check dont seems to be so happy about the situation and the surprise morning diaper check.

At least she woke up whit a dry bed.