Danny's Tricks – Part 4
[In which Danny begins to lose control of his bowels, changing of his diaper is assumed by his Mother and then by his teenage baby sitter, is kicked out of school, and begins taking his nourishment from a baby bottle.]
It was about a week after than when I had another accident. I had been really rushed when I got ready for school that Friday and I think that I might have gotten a little Baby Oil on the outside of my diaper as the adhesive tabs on the sides weren't sticking too well. But once I got my jeans on everything seemed OK and in fact I made it through the day with no problems. And around the house on Saturday I was OK although I did have to refasten the tabs a couple of times. When Mom woke me up to go to church on Sunday my diaper was really full of pee and sagging down to my knees but I didn't want to take the time to change it so I just pulled on a clean pair of jeans and a clean white shirt and went down and got in the car with her. Oh. By the way, church is one of the things that Mom insists on every week. Like, Dad always has an excuse, like he doesn't feel good, or he needs to work on the car or the lawn or something, but I always get dragged to church. So anyway we got to the church and went into the Sanctuary and we were partway through the first hymn when I kind of felt a couple of "pops" down in my jeans and realized that the adhesive tabs on one side of my had let loose. Some liquid soon began seeping out of my diaper and a wet stain appeared on the front of my jeans and started to spread. I reached over and touched Mom's arm and when I had her attention, I pointed to my jeans and said: "Wet." She grabbed my arm and we got up out of the pew and headed for the exit. By that time my diaper had really let loose, my jeans were saturated, liquid was running down my legs, and I was leaving a trail of little pools of urine on the floor behind me. I could feel everyone in the congregation staring at me.
We made it to the car in the parking lot, got inside, Mom started the engine and we headed home. I could see that she was really upset and she said: "Oh Danny, why did you have to do that? Why can't you be more careful?" I felt so bad that I started to cry a little. All of a sudden I felt something happening in my diaper and heard this wet farting and bubbling noise and realized that in addition to everything else, I was now having a bowel movement. "Oopsie", I said. Mom didn't say anything but just looked at me and shook her head. I cried harder.
When we got home she took me up to my room and had me lie down on my bed. She helped me take off my shirt, my filthy jeans and the saturated diaper. As I lay there naked, she got the wet wipes, Baby Oil, talcum powder and a clean diaper. She came over and sat on the bed next to me and began to clean me off. It felt really strange to have my Mom cleaning me off and wiping my dick and balls and pretty soon I got this big erection. "Well", she said, "I can see that at least one of us is enjoying this." After she got me cleaned off and dried, she applied the Baby Oil, asking me to roll over on my tummy so that she could apply it to my bottom. The Baby Oil was followed by the talcum powder, which she rubbed in to get a complete coating. Then she had me lie on my back again, took one of the Contour pads and fitted it between my legs, tucking my balls and dick into it. This was followed by the diaper, which she carefully positioned under me, closed and then fastened with the adhesive tabs. Finally she said: "There, that should hold you for awhile young man", got up and left my room. I had just had my diaper changed - BY MY MOTHER!
Wow, I wasn't sure whether I was in big trouble or not so I kind of kept out of her way for the rest of the day. I just stayed in my room and watched TV and played some video games. By Monday morning things were pretty much back to normal except that Mom was checking up on me more often now – as if she didn't completely trust me to diaper myself. Like once or twice a day she would put her hand down into my diaper and see whether it was so saturated that it needed to be changed. And if it did need to be changed and we were going to be going out of the house shortly, she would change it herself to make sure that it was done properly. As time wore on she was changing my diaper more and more often and eventually was doing it all the time. The thing about having Mom change my diaper was that often when she’d remove the dirty diaper and the cold air hit my crotch, I’d begin to pee and send a stream of yellow liquid shooting up into the air. At first this annoyed Mom and she’d frown at me and tell me to stop (of course I couldn’t, or wouldn’t) but after awhile she saw how much I enjoyed it so she’d just stand back and let me empty my bladder before she finished changing me. I got pretty good at controlling the direction of the stream so that I could send it nearly straight up in the air, coming down to splash on my body, or I could even get it to come down in my hair or in my face where I could open my mouth and catch a little of the yellow liquid. Mom just frowned and shook her head.
I was getting to hate those expandable jeans that I was wearing to cover up my diapers. They're a hassle to get on and I don't really like the way they feel on my body. So except when I leave the house I've stopped wearing them. I mean, why go to all the trouble of putting on a bunch of clothes if you don't need to. So now when I'm at home I just wear my diapers.
I've been having more and more poopie "accidents" these days. I found that I had to take off my diaper every couple of hours and then go and sit on the toilet to see whether I could have a bowel movement. If I didn't do this it would kind of creep up on me and all of a sudden I'd have to go REALLY BAD and I usually couldn't make it to the bathroom on time, and take off my diaper, and get on the toilet. One time I almost made it – that is I got to the bathroom and I got my diaper off but before I could get on the toilet it just, kinda, all came out on the bathroom floor. I could tell that Mom was really mad about having to clean up that mess. So I just quit trying to control my bowel movements and now I've been doing everything in my diaper. It does mean that I can't wear my diaper as long anymore – usually Mom will change me about once a day. But I do have to admit that I like the feel of having a bowel movement in my diaper. This morning I was walking through the living room and I got this urge to go poopie so I stopped, and concentrated and pushed really hard and squirted a large load of poop out into my diaper. Mom saw the look of concentration on my face and guessed what had happened. She asked me if I needed to be changed right then or whether I could go a little longer. "Longer", I answered.
I got kicked out of school last week. I had been having too many "accidents", which by itself wouldn't have been too bad, except that since Mom's been taking of my diapers at home, I had some problems taking care of myself at school. Like, after gym class I'd forget to put on a diaper and then later that day I'd pee and sometimes poop in my pants. Or I wouldn't get the diaper on right and when I had a bowel movement it would leak out into my pants. It got to the point where this was happening three or four times a week. Now it didn't bother me all that much – I mean, it doesn't feel much different to soil your pants than to soil your diaper – but the teachers got pretty upset about it. Mom tried to get the school nurse to take care of me but I guess that's not in her job description or something. So anyway, one of the counselors talked to Mom and Dad and told them that I couldn't attend school any more until some of my "development issues" were resolved. If the truth be told, it doesn't bother me at all. It's a lot more fun to just hang around the house and watch TV and play with my toys.
Guess that since I'm not getting out of the house much these days, except maybe when Mom takes me for a ride in the car, I'm not getting as much exercise as I used to. That's probably why I've put on a little weight recently. Now don't get me wrong, I haven't gotten fat or anything, but my body looks a little "softer" and I'm kinda chubby. My tummy sticks out more than it used to - I noticed that when Mom was giving me a bath last night. And she's had to get diapers that have a bigger waistline.
Mom dropped a bombshell on me on Monday – Dad had won a weekend at a nearby resort in an office raffle and they were going to be away from home this weekend – leaving on Saturday morning and returning on Sunday evening. So OK I thought, what's the big deal? But then she continued on to say that she and Dad were a little concerned about me being home alone for that length of time so they had arranged for a sitter to come and stay with me. "Sitter", that word brought back memories of the sitters I remembered from years ago – grandmother types who wore lots of perfume, and had hairs growing from their chin, and who were super strict. Mom continued: "I think you may know her from school. Her name is Kathy Stevens." Kathy Stevens, holy shit! Kathy was one of the hottest girls in the senior class and she was going to stay with me for the weekend? "You don't have to worry", Mom said, "I explained your, ….. umm ….. 'problem' to her and it doesn't bother her at all."
So that Saturday, Mom and Dad were all packed and ready to leave at 9am when the doorbell rang. Mom opened the door and Kathy came in - Kathy's about 5' 8", well built (if you know what I mean), with long blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes. When she walked in the front door carrying some books and a tote bag and saw me standing there in my diaper, she didn't stare or anything – just smiled and said, "Hi Danny." I guess the fact that I wasn't at all happy about having a seventeen year old girl take care of me while Mom and Dad were gone showed as I was pouting and scowling. Kathy saw the look on my face and said: "Aw, come on Danny, it won't be that bad. I promise that I won't beat you up too badly." That was pretty funny and I giggled a little and quit scowling. So Mom took about fifteen minutes to show her around the house and explain the routine to her and then they took off, leaving me alone with Kathy. "Well Danny, your Mom told me that you like to watch cartoons on TV in the morning so don't let me stop you, I've got some homework to catch up on", and with that she went into the kitchen and spread out her books on the table. What could I do at that point but plop myself down on the floor in front of the TV and watch cartoons. For the rest of the day Kathy and I pretty much kept to ourselves. I spent some time in my room with my coloring books, and played in the back yard with my toys a little. I guess Mom and told her what I like to eat as she fixed me a PB and J sandwich for lunch and macaroni and cheese for supper.
About eight o'clock she came up to my room, stuck her head in the door and announced: "OK mister, it's time to get you ready for bed." I just stood there and she said: "Come on Danny, up on your bed, let's get a fresh diaper on you." Like, Kathy was going to change my diaper? This was like, well I don't know what it was like, but it wasn't good. But I got up on the bed as she had ordered and lay down. She came over, popped off the adhesive tapes, and folded down the front of my diaper down to expose a very messy boy. If the embarrassment of that wasn't bad enough, the sight of her standing by my bed and looking down at me had the predictable effect and my cock started swelling up. And then to make things even worse I began to pee and couldn't stop the yellow stream that shot up in the air. Evidently Kathy had seen this before as she commented: "All you boys are alike", and placed her hands over my crotch to keep as much as possible of the pee from splashing on her. The feeling of her hands on my body as I peed on her got me really excited and I got really hard as she said: "Well, I'm glad to see that you're pleased to see me Danny", and winked at me and rubbed my dick a little. I couldn't stand it anymore and shot my load into her hands. "Oh, now you've made another mess that we have to clean up", she said and smiled.
Oh wow, I'd just been fondled by the prettiest girl in school, and now she was going to change my diaper? Yes she was - as she gently cleaned me off and applied Baby Oil and talcum powder. The feeling of her doing this got me all excited again and I got another erection. This gave her a little trouble getting a clean diaper and Contour pad on me but she managed. Then she told me to jump into bed and since I been such a good boy, that she'd be back up with a treat for me in a few minutes. So I snuggled down under the covers and I could hear her working in the kitchen. After what seemed like ages she came back into my room and handed me a baby bottle. "I thought you might like a snack", she said as she walked to the door, turned off the light, and left the room. So I'm there in my bed, snuggled down under the covers and I'm holding this baby bottle in my hands? Well, I thought, enough other weird shit has happened today so I guess there's no reason not to try the bottle. I put the nipple in my mouth, sucked on it and got a little warm and
slightly sweet liquid out of the bottle. It actually tasted pretty good. So I lay on my side, and nursed on the bottle, falling asleep before it was completely empty.
I awakened on Sunday morning to find Kathy standing by my bed. She reached down and tousled my curls and said: "How's my Danny? Ready for another day?", as I smiled up at her. "Why don't you get started on this while I work on breakfast", she said, handing me another bottle. I eagerly reached for it and began to nurse as she left the room. Some time later, I heard her calling from the kitchen and I went downstairs and sat at the kitchen table. She placed a bowl of oatmeal in front of me, picked up the spoon and proceeded to feed me. I was so surprised that I didn't argue with her, but meekly opened my mouth every time the spoon approached. After she finished feeding me breakfast, she asked me if I'd like another bottle while she cleaned up the kitchen and I nodded yes. She filled the bottle from a can marked "Carnation Good Start" and warmed it in a pan of water on the stove. I realized that the good flavored liquid was actually baby formula. And what with the bottles of formula and the oatmeal, I had soon filled my diaper.
"OK kiddo", Kathy said, "Let's go upstairs and get you ready for the day." I followed her upstairs and into the bathroom where she filled the tub with warm water. She took off my diaper, cleaned off the worst of the mess, and told me to get into the tub. As I sat down in the warm water it felt really nice but the warmth made me start to pee and Kathy shook her finger at me as she said: "Naughty Danny, we don't make pee-pee in our bath." I just hung my head but brightened up as she gave me my bath – it felt so good to feel her hands moving over my body that I could almost have relaxed and taken a nap in the warm tub. But she finished the bath, toweled me off and led me back to my bedroom, telling me to lie down on my bed. I thought that she was going to put another diaper on my but instead she picked up the jar of Vaseline, scooped some into the palm of her right hand, and began to rub it on my penis. As she did so I got another big erection but she didn't stop the rubbing, changing to a regular stroking action. I just lay there in amazement, watching her give me a hand job as she smiled at me. As I got more and more excited, I began to arch my back and thrust with my hips in step with the strokes of her hand. After several minutes I was sweating and breathing heavily and finally I could hold it no longer and shot long streams of sticky white fluid onto my chest. "I thought that you might like a little treat", she said as she wiped off my chest and put a clean diaper on me.
After that I spent the rest of the day watching TV and napping on the sofa – covered with a soft blanket that Kathy had brought from the linen closet. I had another bottle at lunchtime, another in mid afternoon and then one at suppertime. They filled me up so much that I didn't want any solid food. Anyway, my folks returned just after dark and as Kathy was leaving, Mom asked her whether I had been a good boy. "Very Good", she replied and smiled as she left the house. As Kathy was walking away from the house, Mom remembered something and called to Kathy to come back. Mom explained that since this weekend had worked out so well that they would like to try the same arrangement next weekend but would Kathy mind staying with me both Friday and Saturday nights. "Sure, no problem. We'll have fun by ourselves", she said to Mom as she winked at me.
[To Be Continued]