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One Mother's Solution - Bobby1111 - 03-30-2020

One Mother’s Solution
 
The warm, summer sun shone beatifically down upon 12 year-old Francis and his two young companions who were enjoying the swing set in the back yard. An hour earlier, his mom had dropped him off to be babysat for the afternoon, along with his friends, Jimmy and Tommy, who were 2 and 3 years younger respectively.
After a lunch of PB&J sandwiches, they had run outside to play in the mild summer weather.

 
Francis was both small for his age, and slight of frame, which made his younger friends seem more like peers than they might otherwise have been. They played lightheartedly for the next hour, giggling and enjoying the seasonal school break.

"Okay kids," his friend's mom, Stephanie, called from the back porch, "time to come inside."

The three sighed as they reluctantly stopped playing and walked slowly into the house. They all knew what was coming--it was 2:00, after all, and the boys knew it was time for their afternoon naps.

Nevertheless, Francis chafed at the notion and he grumbled with barely concealed resentment under his breath. The fact was that he was almost a teenager now, and although his friends were younger, it was galling to him to be subjected to the same childish routine.

Francis trudged down the hall after his friends and followed them into their mom's bedroom.

Stephanie bent down to address him, an enigmatic smile on her face.
"Francis, I've talked to your mom, and we both think it's best if you wore your...um...'protection', for your nap," she told him.

The youth blushed red, knowing exactly what she was referring to, but mortified for his friends to learn about it in this way. So far, he had been largely successful at keeping his embarrassing bedwetting habit a secret from his schoolmates.


She began untying his shoes and removing his jeans as he stammered awkward and weak protestations. His friends were clearly very interested in what was about to happen, particularly since a fluffy stack of snowy white diapers and waterproof panties had already been arranged on the bed.

"B-but, I p-promise not to w-wet the bed," Francis whined bitterly. Tears of shame began to mist in his eyes.

"That's fine, but just to be sure, I don't want to take any chances," she replied as she lifted the half-nude boy up and situated him onto the waiting stack of soft diapers.

Francis' cheeks and ears burned hotly as he whimpered and squirmed, his feet kicking instinctively. His friends watched closely as she grasped his ankles and lifted his feet up over his head to coat his little rump with diaper rash cream. It wasn't lost upon him that his younger companions weren't required to wear diapers and he felt deeply humiliated.

After generously powdering his front, Stephanie pulled the thick, bulky cotton cloth up between his thighs and pinned the sides tightly around his hips with maternal precision. A stretchy pair of soft, yellow rubber panties soon followed as she carefully adjusting the fit to get all the cozy Birdseye diaper inside of his panties.
After a quick dusting of baby powder between his legs, she began putting the diapering supplies away. 


Francis blushed in shame as the boys watched him in silence, only now realizing that their sissy friend was a bedwetter. 

As the two brothers spoke in hushed, excited, whispers to each other, Stephanie pulled the sheets back on the master bed.
Soon, the boys were tucked into bed, the door closed and before long, the room was quiet.

"Do you wear diapers at home?" Jimmy asked his friend curiously.

Facing away from them, Francis bit his lip in uneasy frustration.

"Go to sleep," he replied, feeling very humiliated. 

"I didn't know you were a bedwetter," 9 year-old Tommy said tactlessly in his small voice.

Francis didn't respond, hoping they would just leave him alone and go to sleep.

After a while, they all fell into restful slumber and the afternoon passed uneventfully. 


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The boys were awakened by the arrival of Francis' mom, who walked into the bedroom along with Stephanie as they rubbed their sleepy eyes.

"Thank you so much for taking care of Francis," she was telling her friend. “And I’m so glad you took the extra precaution.”
"Better safe than sorry, was my thinking," Stephanie replied.

"Hi sweetie!" his mom said as she came over to his side of the bed, "Come on, stand up so I can check you," she instructed her red-faced son.

Francis was crushed with shame, having to stand up before the four of them, dressed only in his t-shirt and embarrassing diapers, whereas the other two were in their boyish pajamas. 
His mom bent down and slipped her fingers inside the leg holes of his soft rubber panties.

"Still dry--that's my good boy," she said proudly as she hugged him close.

"Oh!" Stephanie exclaimed, "I just realized--Francis' jeans got muddy today and I threw them into the wash. Unfortunately, I got busy this afternoon and completely forgot about them--they still need to go into the dryer."

"It's no problem," his mom said with a shrug, "We're just heading home--I can swing by and pick those up tomorrow."

Without another thought, she bent down and began tying Francis' shoes for him.
He shook his fists in helpless frustration, angry and mortified to think he would be going home now with his humiliating diapers fully on display instead of being changed into his big boy clothes.

 
They said their goodbyes as Francis kept his gaze averted from them, too ashamed to look his friends in the eye.
 
They drove the short distance home and were nearly there when, without notice, his mom suddenly diverged from their usual route. 
 
“You know what—I just realized you’re out of Desitin,” she remarked, “This will only take a sec.”
 
Francis’ heart lept into his throat--this day only seemed to be getting worse for the diapered sissy!
 
She parked in front of the store and made ready to go inside by herself when she reconsidered her actions.
 
Shaking her head, she changed her mind and came around to the other side of the car.
 
“Sorry Francis—I’m just not comfortable with leaving you alone in the car—this will only take a second,” she repeated.
 
“N-no!” he wailed, “I can’t go out like this!”
 
“Sweetie—I know it’s not the best situation but we’re also low on baby powder too,” she explained, as if that would somehow assuage his concerns.
 
Taking him by the wrist, she pulled him out of the car and he gulped with fear as they stumbled into the store awkwardly.
Once inside, he scanned around to see if anyone he knew was there and sure enough, he recognized Mikayla Peterson standing with her mom. He blushed bright red as she looked up and caught sight of him, trailing behind his mother like a toddler as they made their way to the baby section. 
He could only imagine what she would be telling her friends in the next few days!
 
His mom was oblivious to their presence as she looked along the shelves for the diaper rash cream. 
Another woman was coming up behind them and she bent down to look closer at Francis.
 
“Well hello, little sweetie!” she exclaimed as she beamed at the cringing youth.
 
His mom turned around to see the smiling woman gazing at her son’s thickly diapered hips.
 
“My son is a bedwetter too,” she confessed breezily to him, “Do you also wet during the daytime, honey?”
 
Francis blushed furiously and shook his head, unable to stammer out a response.
 
“The poor dear had his jeans still in the dryer after his nap so this was just out of convenience,” his mom explained as she patted his fat, rubber-pantied bottom.
 
Francis groaned with shame—not only was this strange woman seeing him in his humiliating diapers but now she knew he had just taken a nap like a little child.
 
“How do you like the rubber panties?” she asked his mom as she looked down at his snug yellow panties, “My son wears plastic...I’ve never tried rubber before.”
 
“I think they’re wonderful,” she replied, happy to dispense advice to a fellow mother, “They’re very soft and make for a good seal around his legs, which is so important when he wets at night. 
“I only wish they came in more variety.”
 
The woman nodded, appreciative of the information.
 
“Have you had any difficulty finding diapers in his size? My boy is only six, so the larger Gerbers diapers and plastic panties still fit him okay.”
 
“Oh—it’s no problem. I get mine online from various sites. Francis is twelve now, so the Gerbers would definitely not be an option for me.”
 
“—Twelve? Oh, I thought you were ten, sweetie,” the woman chuckled at the blushing boy.
 
His mom smiled understandingly as she went on to cite the different websites she used where diapering supplies could be obtained for bigger boys.
 
All this talk about wetting was starting to have a predictable effect on Francis, who began shifting from foot to foot.
 
“Mommy,” he whined as he tugged at her sleeve, “I hafta go to the bathroom.”
 
“We should be going,” she told her new friend reluctantly, “but it was nice chatting with you.”
 
They said their goodbyes and after getting some more baby powder, they headed to the checkout counter. He was dismayed to see they only had one checker working and a short line had developed.
Francis was shifting in his feet, fighting the urgent need to go and trying unsuccessfully to avoid everyone’s stares when, without notice, a random woman in line behind him decided to take the opportunity to squeeze his amply diapered bottom.
 
“Oh!” he squealed with surprise. His shock caused a hot stream of pee to suddenly flood uncontrollably into his diapers, quickly soaking the front. The trauma and stress of the day had finally caught up to the beleaguered sissy and his weak bladder couldn’t take anymore.
 
“Sorry honey—I just thought you looked so cute,” the woman apologized with a bright smile.
 
Francis bit his lip as he felt another urgent stream follow the first one, only adding to the warm wetness embracing him. Fortunately, the snug rubber panties did a wonderful job of keeping it all in and his diapers only sagged a little from the additional weight.
 
The female checker behind the counter gave him a knowing wink as she rang up the diaper rash cream and baby powder. Francis’ efforts to pull his t-shirt down failed miserably to cover up his embarrassing diapers and there wasn’t a person nearby who wasn’t watching him.
 
At last, after the trying ordeal of the store, they drove the short distance to their house. Francis was seething with resentment and frustration as he sat in his warm, wet diapers. The pee had seeped up into his seat where the soggy cotton cloth was clinging closely to his bottom.
 
“Mommy, I wet my diapers,” the poor sissy wailed at last.
 
“That’s okay, honey. We’ll get you changed once we get home,” she assured him.
 
Francis was surprised to see his aunt’s car in the driveway which, he realized, could only mean certain further embarrassment for him.
Although he was hoping to slip in and go straight to his room, as fate would have it, his aunt caught them in the entryway of the house, greeting them with a huge smile.
 
“After a brief hug and kiss with his mom, his beautiful aunt bent down and hugged her nephew tightly.
 
“Hello there, sweetie-pie jr.!” she exclaimed cheerfully.
 
As she hugged him, her free hand reached down and squeezed his rubber-pantied bottom.
 
“Looks like my little guy wet his diapers today,” she announced.
 
Francis blushed a bright red. Even under normal conditions, he found his pretty aunt Jordan intimidating, with her beautiful black hair, full lips, and generous bosom. She had always treated him special, and Francis had a huge crush on her.
 
“Yes, I had to make a detour to the store which took a little longer than I thought,” his mom explained.
 
“Come on honey,” she told her embarrassed nephew, “why don’t we get you out of those wet diapers.”
 
As they made their way back to his bedroom, Francis reasoned that he would at last be rid of his infantile underwear, at least until bedtime. He was used to Jordan babysitting him and to be fair, this was not an entirely new experience for him.
 
“So, you know that little problem I was telling you about last week,” Jordan asked his mom, “About Francis’ tendency to get an erection, every time I changed his diapers?”
 
“Mm-hm,” she replied as they walked into the bedroom, the pungent smell of stale, pee-soaked diapers surrounding them from the bedwetter’s diaper pail.
 
“Well I found a wonderful device on the internet that will totally solve the problem—It’s called the Holy Trainer,” she said brightly.
 
“It’s called what?” his mom asked, “--Will it hurt him?” 
 
“Oh no-no,” she reassured her as she patted Francis on the head affectionately, “I would never do anything to harm my little sugarplum.”
 
Pulling a small, clear contraption out of her purse, Jordan briefly explained how it worked.
 
“And so he can still pee normally?” his mom inquired, cleared intrigued with the idea.
 
“Absolutely! And it will make it impossible for him to get an erection.”
 
His mom was pulling his stretchy, clinging rubber panties down off his sagging wet diaper.
 
“Well, then I think we should get that fitted right away,” she told Jordan.
 
Francis was confused by all this strange talk but he didn’t like the idea of his ability to get an erection being taken away. For one, he had become an inveterate masturbator and although he had no idea what a Holy Trainer was, it sounded like something that boded ill for his naughty habit.
 
His mom had him on the changing table now, a low, padded surface with a waterproof covering decorated in a babyish, nursery print pattern. His wet diapers had been pulled down, and his mom plopped the heavy cloth in his diaper pail, holding her breath as she raised and lowered the lid.
Taking a fresh trio of soft cotton cloth diapers, she placed a few soaker pads between the layers which added even further to the thickness of the center section.
 
Seeing that his mom had every intention of putting him right back into diapers, Francis kicked his feet and finally found his voice.
 
“Wha-wait! I don’t need diapers—it’s not even bedtime,” he whined miserably.
 
“Honey—I might as well get you ready for bed. This way, we don’t have to worry about it later,” his mom explained patiently.
Francis whimpered and shook his fists, angry to be getting this humiliating baby treatment, especially in front of his aunt.
 
At the same time, Jordan was bending over and while holding the irregular plastic ring in her hand, she fed his little genitals through it so the ring was positioned behind his shy package.
 
“How did you ever find one in such a small size?” his mom asked.
 
“It wasn’t easy, but the company has a special line made for teens with chronic masturbating problems. This one is their Sissy Trainer model,” Jordan explained as she dabbed a little baby lotion on Francis’ tiny shaft.
His mom giggled.
 
“How appropriate.”
 
Francis squirmed and squealed as she carefully stuffed his quivering penis into the short, stubby tube. His member, when stiff, was roughly the size of an AA battery but the shortness of the tube only compressed it smaller, preventing any sort of growth from the frustrated sissy.
 
Inserting a key into the side of the top where the two pieces mated, Jordan twisted it, locking the chastity device irrevocably in place.
 
“There you are, Sweetie-Pie Jr., all safe and secure now,” she beamed down at him.
 
Francis groped desperately at the device but he soon found how ingenious the design was, implacably trapping his tiny little penis inside the solid plastic prison. It was an idea that was well overdue for the horny sissy masturbator.
 
“Noo!!” he wailed as she shook his fists in frustration.
 
Both the women hovering over him smiled with immense satisfaction as his mom sprinkled baby powder over his front area and brought his soft diapers up, pinning the sides tightly around his hips.
 
“There, just what my little baby needed,” his mom told him.
 
Jordan had a white pair of nursery print plastic panties waiting for him and she fed them over his feet, working them slowly up his legs. Invariably, he couldn’t prevent his gaze from staring down her deep cleavage and his imprisoned penis throbbed anxiously in frustrated angst. It was a new and alarming sensation for him, not to be able to flex his little nub.
 
“It’s not fair!!” he wailed in bitter indignation.
 
“Oh—I just realized,” Jordan said suddenly, her voice filled with enthusiasm, “I was working with my sewing machine and I created the cutest little top for Francis.”
 
Reaching into her purse, she produced a ruffled, cropped cotton top with short, puffy sleeves and a cartoon truck on the chest. It looked perfectly suited for a three or four year-old toddler.
 
“I know how much Francis likes trucks—don’t you think it’s cute?” she asked her sister.
 
“Oh yes, very much so!” his mom agreed, “Look Francis, isn’t this a wonderful top your aunt made for you?”
 
Without even trying it on, the prissy youth could see it wouldn’t do anything to cover his embarrassing diapers.
“I don’t wanna wear it!” he snapped petulantly as he crossed his skinny arms over his chest.
 
Jordan giggled at his childish display as she began pulling his t-shirt off of him, ignoring his protests. Tossing it aside, she held the white and pink top over his head until he reluctantly held his arms up. Smiling sweetly down at him, Jordan pulled the ruffled top over his head and fitted it around his slim frame. To his dismay, Francis discovered that the short top didn’t quite reach the elastic waistband of his shiny fat diapers and he bit his lip in humiliated angst.
Standing him up, Jordan gave his thickly diapered bottom a playful swat.
“Okay Francis, run along and play now.”
The blushing sissy waddled off, feeling defeated and very babyish.
 
               *************************************************************
Several hours later, after Francis had been put to bed, the two sisters sat in the living room, enjoying a chilled Sauvignon Blanc.
“You know, I’ve been thinking more about Francis’ bedwetting habit,” his mom was telling her sister, “And there’s a woman named Tiffany Johnson that argues that boys who wet their beds routinely, develop a sort of...’acceptance’, of their diapers, to where they no longer think of them as humiliating to be put to bed in. She strongly suggests that mothers keep their bedwetting sons in diapers—not just at night, but even during the daytime as well, to shame them into trying harder to stop.”
“Well I think that’s a wonderful idea,” Jordan replied as she nodded her head.
“I was thinking that Francis should spend his summer vacation diapered night—and day.
“I agree—I think a second childhood is just what he needs to bring him around. You could even transform his bedroom into a sort of nursery. He already has a changing table and diaper pail. 
“I think what he needs first is a proper crib. And I could sew him some more outfits—I’ll make sure they are really babyish so that his diapers are always fully exposed.”
“Good. Yes—I want to make sure anyone visiting will see his diapers. He needs to get used to the idea that everyone is going to find out about his bedwetting now. Maybe after a few months of being treated like a baby, he’ll finally start trying harder to keep his bed dry,” his mom explained.
 
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The next morning, Francis was woken by his mom. As usual, his diapers were absolutely soaked, and his mom had arranged a fresh set, laid out on his changing table. After a quick check to make sure his chastity device hadn’t been tampered with, she led him over and sat him down on the thick layers of cotton cloth.
“Francis, it’s become apparent that you have become comfortable with wearing and wetting your diapers every night. I think it’s time we take stronger measures to motivate you to try harder to stop your bedwetting.
“—Therefore, I’ve decided that you will spend your entire summer vacation in diapers,” she told him firmly.
Tears were forming in his eyes as she laid him down on the soft, fluffy stack of Birdseye cloth.
“B-but, I p-promise to try harder,” he bleated.
“I’m tired of hearing your promises, Francis. Maybe you need a few months of baby treatment to finally convince you.”
Powdering his chastity device and frontal area generously, his mom pulled up the bulky cloth and pinned it around his hips. Francis cried softly in self-pity as she pulled his babyish yellow nursery print plastic panties up and over his diapers. She had made sure to add more layers than usual so that his diapers were even fatter than normal.
Tying his shoes in place, she pulled the prissy top Jordan had made for him over his head and positioned it carefully around his waist, admiring the ruffled hem that remained a couple inches above his diapers.
“There will be some other changes coming around here—We’re going to be converting your bedroom into a proper baby’s nursery with a crib, playpen, and plenty of toddler outfits for you to wear. I’ll be boxing up all your regular clothes up and putting them in the attic until next Fall.”
Hot, salty tears tumbled down Francis’ cheek as he realized that his efforts to stop his bedwetting (insignificant as they were), had fallen pathetically short.
 
 
Several weeks later, Francis was over at Jordan’s house, being babysat by his childhood crush. She had been right on board with the baby discipline program from the beginning and she had come to enjoy bottle feeding her prissy nephew with warm milk several times a day.
For his part, Francis was now obsessed with the impositions of his enforced chastity and Jordan’s low-cut tops and short shorts were only aggravating the situation. It was mortifying for him to be seen and treated like an infant by her but compounding the problem was his gnawing libido, unrequited by his complete inability to satisfy his sexual needs. Every time he came in close proximity to Jordan’s big, soft breasts, he licked his dry lips hungrily as his tiny penis throbbed anxiously inside his restrictive Sissy Trainer.
He had repeatedly begged and pleaded with both Jordan and his mom to unlock it, but they had rebuffed him every time. It was very frustrating for the prissy pantywaist to go without masturbating—something he had done every night in his diapers after his mom had tucked him into bed. But now, the self-gratifying pleasure had been taken away from him and he found himself perpetually horny and frustrated.
One day, Jordan had taken all she could of his whining and pestering. She had already given him an enema, but perhaps it was the skin-tight white halter top that she was wearing that was driving him crazy. In any event, his sexy aunt decided it was time to take other measures.
Calling the diapered sissy into her bedroom, she told him in flirtatious but vague terms that she had a special something for him. Excitedly, he readily submitted to having her take his rubber panties down and bending over her firm, silky thighs as she unpinned his diapers.
Taking a fat, pink jelly butt plug, Jordan swirled it in a jar of nursery KY before positioning it at his shy back hole.
“Just relax, Francis, and this will go in a lot easier,” she instructed him.
Not knowing what was coming, the naive sissy youth was filled with eager anticipation.
But as she began applying pressure with the butt plug, Francis quickly realized what was happened and he squirmed over her lap, his hands waving in the air before him.
“N-no! It’s too b-big!” he squealed.
“Spread your legs sweetie, I know you can take it,” she replied as she began exerting more pressure, twirling the soft, slippery invader and pushing harder.
“OHHHHH!!!!” he cried as the fat, malleable jelly plug suddenly slipped past his defeated sphincter, settling inside of him and stuffing him to capacity. It had a very narrow neck, meaning it was there to stay until Jordan decided otherwise.
He was panting as he came to grips with the feeling of fullness as Jordan re-pinned his diapers. Letting him up gently, she pulled his rubber panties up and over his bulky diapers.
“There. That should give you something else to think about,” she told him with her smug, superior smile.
Francis gazed in confusion at her two big round breasts, stretching her thin top to the limits as he flexed his cheeks, trying desperately to expel this strange, new invader. It no longer hurt, but the sensation certainly was foremost in his attention, keeping him occupied and making him feel very emasculated and defeated.
She led him over to the playpen and helped him inside, sitting him down and giving him his dollies.
“There, now why don’t you play with your toys for a while,” she said as she pushed his pacifier into the bewildered boy’s mouth.
After that, Francis’ punishment plug (as it came to be known) saw a lot of use, keeping the frustrated sissy plugged and compliant.
 
Things at home fell into a routine, and his mom’s rules were that he was to notify a grown-up if he felt the need to use the bathroom. In that event, he would have his diapers taken down so he could do his business (always supervised) before being pinned right back into them.
Unfortunately, there had been a few occasions where Francis had had a few accidents, wetting a little before his diapers could be taken down. This usually resulted in a short but sound hand spanking of his bottom during his diaper changes.
Just to make sure he didn’t have any #2 accidents, Jordan liked to give him a long, soapy enema every morning when he was staying over, which Francis found extremely humiliating, particularly when she had visitors over, like her next-door neighbor. 
Just the other day, her pretty friend Karen had let herself in and she had come into the bedroom to find Francis bent over Jordan’s lap, his sissy diapers pulled back between his legs while he squirmed helplessly, the thick enema nozzle buried deep in his hole as the warm, soapy water flowed uninterrupted into his pouting rectum.
The bedwetter’s occasional moans could be heard as he desperately struggled to cope with the cramps and the growing feeling of fullness in his belly.
A half hour later, Francis was back in the bedroom, freshly diapered, and having a new baby dress that Jordan had just finished, being fitted around him. He blushed furiously as the two women chatted about adult matters, making him feel excluded not only from the conversation, but also emphasizing the huge gap between their respective levels of maturity.
“How’s the new chastity device working out for him?” Karen asked her friend.
“Excellent. I think he’s a little frustrated from time to time but he’ll be just fine,” Jordan replied confidently, as she made a final adjustment to the pink sash on Francis’ back, “I’ve found a long, soapy enema in the morning usually seems to calm him down and take away his edginess. I’m going to persuade his mom to start giving him one every day.”
Karen nodded as she looked down at the little pantywaist.
“Has his bedwetting decreased at all?” she asked, her voice betraying her skepticism.
“No. In fact, he’s started having accidents in his pampers during the day now. The other day, he was in his playpen and when I checked on him, I was a bit surprised to find the seat of his diapers soaking wet.”
Karen shook her head in disbelief.
“He really is a big sissy, isn’t he?”
“I’m afraid so,” Jordan said. 
Red-faced Francis was about to offer some sort of counter argument but Jordan saw him and she promptly stuffed his pacifier into his mouth, preempting any participation in the discussion. He wanted to tell them that he was a big boy—that he was almost a teenager and he didn’t need his childish diapers. But the big rubber pacifier filled his mouth and his protests only sounded weak and babylike.
As the two giggled at his infantile display, he reflected on the incident his babysitter was referring to.
The other day, he had been restricted to the playpen in Jordan’s front room with strict instructions not to get out without her permission. Unfortunately, she had gone outside briefly and the poor sissy had inevitably soaked his diapers while he anxiously awaited her return. She had rewarded him with two hard swats on his bare bottom with her paddle during his diaper change after pulling away the pee-saturated cotton cloth.
Alas, it was just the price to be paid for the diaper-wetting pansy.
 
Meanwhile, at home, Francis’ bedroom had been completely transformed into a baby’s nursery. His bed was now surrounded by pink bars and his bedsheets replaced with babyish, nursery-style patterned blankets. A mesh-sided playpen was nearby and like Jordan, his mom ensured he spent a fair amount of his day inside it, playing with his soft toys, stuffed animals, and dollies.
In his closet and dresser, his boyish clothes had all been replaced by short, prissy tops, onesies, and some adorable dresses, all cut short enough to make sure his big, shiny diapers were always clearly on display.
Bedtimes were brought back to 8pm and Francis became so used to having his pacifier in his mouth, he would get agitated if his mom forgot it. To make things simpler, she soon had it attached to a short loop so that the diapered sissy was never without it.
 
                                    
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Sometimes Francis chafed at his new babyish lifestyle but for the most part, the weak pantywaist accepted it without too much complaint.
Nevertheless, between his snug, restrictive chastity device, his fluffy, bunny-soft diapers, and Jordan’s big sexy breasts, the poor sissy was unable to get any kind of relief. With puberty upon him, his hormones were raging and his tiny little penis was constantly throbbing inside its plastic prison, trying but unable to get hard or grow beyond the 3/4” confines of the tube.
It was one day at Jordan’s house when things finally came to a head. He was desperately horny, frustrated and edgy, and simmering with resentment when he felt he had finally had enough. 
That day, his aunt had a couple of her girlfriends over to visit, and Francis had been put in his playpen where he would be out of the way, but she could still keep an eye on him. Earlier in the morning, Jordan had used his punishment plug on the fussy sissy and he could scarcely ignore the feeling of rubbery fullness stuffed inside his rectum.
He was also feeling neglected and jealous of the attention the other two were getting and in a sudden fit of frustration, he began throwing his stuffed animals around.
The others watched in growing dismay until Jordan stood up.
“If you’ll excuse me, I have to take care of something,” she told them as she left the room.
Coming back a moment later, the two women smiled as they saw the wooden paddle in her hand.
“I’m sorry girls, but Francis is acting up and I need to teach him a lesson,” she said as she lifted the squalling boy out of his playpen.
“No-no-no!” he pouted angrily, stamping his feet.
Taking a seat on an armless chair, Jordan yanked the protesting sissy to her right side, tugging his plastic panties down past his knees. As she did, she caught a waft of pee and she gave him a withering glare.
“Francis—did you wet your diapers?”
With everyone watching him, he shifted his feet, blushing a hot red as he stared at the floor and bit his lip anxiously.
“That’s only going to add to your spanking,” she said firmly, answering her own question as she pulled him over her lap.
The other two women smiled with amusement as he squirmed and kicked his feet while Jordan unpinned his thick, pee-saturated diapers, pushing them back between his legs to give her an unobstructed access to his twitching, bare bottom.
“Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!” he wailed desperately in high-pitched voice.
Jordan smacked his bottom good and hard, making him gasp with shock. The paddle swooped up and came back down, over and over, the hard wooden paddle searing itself on the sissy’s soft, tender cheeks as he quickly burst into tears. The sting of the wood was intensified by the dampness of Francis’ curvy little bottom where his wet diapers had already tenderized his skin and he howled in pain as she swatted him repeatedly in a punishing rhythm.
To be sure, his fat jelly butt plug was now the least of his concerns.
Had he been in a position to watch her, he might have been able to appreciate the way her big, round breasts jiggled in her snug top with each blistering smack of the paddle. As it was, the sissy was completely occupied with the scalding punishment being delivered against his stinging, defenseless bottom and he cried like a baby.
At last, the harsh spanking was over and Francis lay there, too weak to do anything but sob helplessly.
Gently lifting him up, his heavy wet diapers fell to the floor, leaving his tiny little chastity device revealed to everyone as he stood there, the tears streaming down his red face.
“I want you to apologize to my friends for your little tantrum,” she told him sternly.
Francis’ breath was heaving in ragged gasps and he struggled to articulate a suitable response as he rubbed his blazing, swollen bottom. They could only smile with satisfaction as they stared from his sobbing face down to his shy little package, safely locked away.
“Come along, honey. Let’s change your diapers and then it will be naptime,” she said as she eased his big pink pacifier into his trembling mouth.
To be sure, everyone thought the diapered pantywaist got just what he deserved as his babysitter led him by the hand down the hall.
 
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July came and went and eventually, the summer drew to a close. Unfortunately, Francis’ tenuous control over his bladder seemed more ephemeral than ever and he was starting to wet himself during the day more and more often, without even realizing it.
On his thirteenth birthday, his mom and Jordan presented him with several new baby dresses, two new pairs of Mary Janes—one white, the other pink, and a brand new lexan paddle with air holes. The latter soon found itself being applied to his bare bottom on a regular basis. 
The key to his chastity device was soon forgotten and eventually lost, both of them agreeing that permanent chastity was really the best solution for the sissy pantywaist. It was felt that wearing the same size for years on end would also help to restrict any further growth (such as it was) of his tiny little imprisoned penis. To be sure, it would never be hard, ever again.
Francis’ mom eventually hired a tutor, a sexy young college student named Ariel that they liked for her strict, no-nonsense discipline. Failure to meet her exacting standards meant the boy would find himself over her lap, his diapers unpinned as she delivered a stinging lesson to his bare bottom.
The neighborhood eventually came to accept that Francis was never really going to grow up, and for the foreseeable future, he would live the life of a diaper-dependent toddler, treated with no more respect than an incontinent three year-old.
For his part, Francis reflected that life really wasn’t so bad. Secretly, he loved his thick, bunny soft diapers and he had come to terms with the fact that deep down—he was nothing but a big sissy who was more comfortable in a short, ruffled baby dress than a pair of jeans.
Yes, there would be times when he would be strapped into his high chair, with baby food caked to his face, as he kicked his feet in frustration over his soaking wet diapers that wouldn’t be changed until right before naptime. But for the most part, he came to accept his unique lifestyle and even embrace it, enjoying his bottle feedings with Jordan, the snuggly softness of his teddy bear while in his crib, and the close intimacy he received during his frequent diaper changes.
For the weak, prissy pantywaist, life was pretty good.  :o)
 
THE END
 


RE: One Mother's Solution - mikki - 04-02-2020

What a great story, Bobby!  Thank you so much for writing and posting it!  


RE: One Mother's Solution - Bonzodoug - 04-03-2020

Wonderful story. Think of the ripple effect from all those young ladies seeing the possibilities in how males can be tamed permanently.


RE: One Mother's Solution - jiff50 - 04-03-2020

(03-30-2020, 04:31 PM)Bobby1111 Wrote: One Mother’s Solution
 
The warm, summer sun shone beatifically down upon 12 year-old Francis and his two young companions who were enjoying the swing set in the back yard. An hour earlier, his mom had dropped him off to be babysat for the afternoon, along with his friends, Jimmy and Tommy, who were 2 and 3 years younger respectively.
After a lunch of PB&J sandwiches, they had run outside to play in the mild summer weather.

 
Francis was both small for his age, and slight of frame, which made his younger friends seem more like peers than they might otherwise have been. They played lightheartedly for the next hour, giggling and enjoying the seasonal school break.

"Okay kids," his friend's mom, Stephanie, called from the back porch, "time to come inside."

The three sighed as they reluctantly stopped playing and walked slowly into the house. They all knew what was coming--it was 2:00, after all, and the boys knew it was time for their afternoon naps.

Nevertheless, Francis chafed at the notion and he grumbled with barely concealed resentment under his breath. The fact was that he was almost a teenager now, and although his friends were younger, it was galling to him to be subjected to the same childish routine.

Francis trudged down the hall after his friends and followed them into their mom's bedroom.

Stephanie bent down to address him, an enigmatic smile on her face.
"Francis, I've talked to your mom, and we both think it's best if you wore your...um...'protection', for your nap," she told him.

The youth blushed red, knowing exactly what she was referring to, but mortified for his friends to learn about it in this way. So far, he had been largely successful at keeping his embarrassing bedwetting habit a secret from his schoolmates.


She began untying his shoes and removing his jeans as he stammered awkward and weak protestations. His friends were clearly very interested in what was about to happen, particularly since a fluffy stack of snowy white diapers and waterproof panties had already been arranged on the bed.

"B-but, I p-promise not to w-wet the bed," Francis whined bitterly. Tears of shame began to mist in his eyes.

"That's fine, but just to be sure, I don't want to take any chances," she replied as she lifted the half-nude boy up and situated him onto the waiting stack of soft diapers.

Francis' cheeks and ears burned hotly as he whimpered and squirmed, his feet kicking instinctively. His friends watched closely as she grasped his ankles and lifted his feet up over his head to coat his little rump with diaper rash cream. It wasn't lost upon him that his younger companions weren't required to wear diapers and he felt deeply humiliated.

After generously powdering his front, Stephanie pulled the thick, bulky cotton cloth up between his thighs and pinned the sides tightly around his hips with maternal precision. A stretchy pair of soft, yellow rubber panties soon followed as she carefully adjusting the fit to get all the cozy Birdseye diaper inside of his panties.
After a quick dusting of baby powder between his legs, she began putting the diapering supplies away. 


Francis blushed in shame as the boys watched him in silence, only now realizing that their sissy friend was a bedwetter. 

As the two brothers spoke in hushed, excited, whispers to each other, Stephanie pulled the sheets back on the master bed.
Soon, the boys were tucked into bed, the door closed and before long, the room was quiet.

"Do you wear diapers at home?" Jimmy asked his friend curiously.

Facing away from them, Francis bit his lip in uneasy frustration.

"Go to sleep," he replied, feeling very humiliated. 

"I didn't know you were a bedwetter," 9 year-old Tommy said tactlessly in his small voice.

Francis didn't respond, hoping they would just leave him alone and go to sleep.

After a while, they all fell into restful slumber and the afternoon passed uneventfully. 


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The boys were awakened by the arrival of Francis' mom, who walked into the bedroom along with Stephanie as they rubbed their sleepy eyes.

"Thank you so much for taking care of Francis," she was telling her friend. “And I’m so glad you took the extra precaution.”
"Better safe than sorry, was my thinking," Stephanie replied.

"Hi sweetie!" his mom said as she came over to his side of the bed, "Come on, stand up so I can check you," she instructed her red-faced son.

Francis was crushed with shame, having to stand up before the four of them, dressed only in his t-shirt and embarrassing diapers, whereas the other two were in their boyish pajamas. 
His mom bent down and slipped her fingers inside the leg holes of his soft rubber panties.

"Still dry--that's my good boy," she said proudly as she hugged him close.

"Oh!" Stephanie exclaimed, "I just realized--Francis' jeans got muddy today and I threw them into the wash. Unfortunately, I got busy this afternoon and completely forgot about them--they still need to go into the dryer."

"It's no problem," his mom said with a shrug, "We're just heading home--I can swing by and pick those up tomorrow."

Without another thought, she bent down and began tying Francis' shoes for him.
He shook his fists in helpless frustration, angry and mortified to think he would be going home now with his humiliating diapers fully on display instead of being changed into his big boy clothes.

 
They said their goodbyes as Francis kept his gaze averted from them, too ashamed to look his friends in the eye.
 
They drove the short distance home and were nearly there when, without notice, his mom suddenly diverged from their usual route. 
 
“You know what—I just realized you’re out of Desitin,” she remarked, “This will only take a sec.”
 
Francis’ heart lept into his throat--this day only seemed to be getting worse for the diapered sissy!
 
She parked in front of the store and made ready to go inside by herself when she reconsidered her actions.
 
Shaking her head, she changed her mind and came around to the other side of the car.
 
“Sorry Francis—I’m just not comfortable with leaving you alone in the car—this will only take a second,” she repeated.
 
“N-no!” he wailed, “I can’t go out like this!”
 
“Sweetie—I know it’s not the best situation but we’re also low on baby powder too,” she explained, as if that would somehow assuage his concerns.
 
Taking him by the wrist, she pulled him out of the car and he gulped with fear as they stumbled into the store awkwardly.
Once inside, he scanned around to see if anyone he knew was there and sure enough, he recognized Mikayla Peterson standing with her mom. He blushed bright red as she looked up and caught sight of him, trailing behind his mother like a toddler as they made their way to the baby section. 
He could only imagine what she would be telling her friends in the next few days!
 
His mom was oblivious to their presence as she looked along the shelves for the diaper rash cream. 
Another woman was coming up behind them and she bent down to look closer at Francis.
 
“Well hello, little sweetie!” she exclaimed as she beamed at the cringing youth.
 
His mom turned around to see the smiling woman gazing at her son’s thickly diapered hips.
 
“My son is a bedwetter too,” she confessed breezily to him, “Do you also wet during the daytime, honey?”
 
Francis blushed furiously and shook his head, unable to stammer out a response.
 
“The poor dear had his jeans still in the dryer after his nap so this was just out of convenience,” his mom explained as she patted his fat, rubber-pantied bottom.
 
Francis groaned with shame—not only was this strange woman seeing him in his humiliating diapers but now she knew he had just taken a nap like a little child.
 
“How do you like the rubber panties?” she asked his mom as she looked down at his snug yellow panties, “My son wears plastic...I’ve never tried rubber before.”
 
“I think they’re wonderful,” she replied, happy to dispense advice to a fellow mother, “They’re very soft and make for a good seal around his legs, which is so important when he wets at night. 
“I only wish they came in more variety.”
 
The woman nodded, appreciative of the information.
 
“Have you had any difficulty finding diapers in his size? My boy is only six, so the larger Gerbers diapers and plastic panties still fit him okay.”
 
“Oh—it’s no problem. I get mine online from various sites. Francis is twelve now, so the Gerbers would definitely not be an option for me.”
 
“—Twelve? Oh, I thought you were ten, sweetie,” the woman chuckled at the blushing boy.
 
His mom smiled understandingly as she went on to cite the different websites she used where diapering supplies could be obtained for bigger boys.
 
All this talk about wetting was starting to have a predictable effect on Francis, who began shifting from foot to foot.
 
“Mommy,” he whined as he tugged at her sleeve, “I hafta go to the bathroom.”
 
“We should be going,” she told her new friend reluctantly, “but it was nice chatting with you.”
 
They said their goodbyes and after getting some more baby powder, they headed to the checkout counter. He was dismayed to see they only had one checker working and a short line had developed.
Francis was shifting in his feet, fighting the urgent need to go and trying unsuccessfully to avoid everyone’s stares when, without notice, a random woman in line behind him decided to take the opportunity to squeeze his amply diapered bottom.
 
“Oh!” he squealed with surprise. His shock caused a hot stream of pee to suddenly flood uncontrollably into his diapers, quickly soaking the front. The trauma and stress of the day had finally caught up to the beleaguered sissy and his weak bladder couldn’t take anymore.
 
“Sorry honey—I just thought you looked so cute,” the woman apologized with a bright smile.
 
Francis bit his lip as he felt another urgent stream follow the first one, only adding to the warm wetness embracing him. Fortunately, the snug rubber panties did a wonderful job of keeping it all in and his diapers only sagged a little from the additional weight.
 
The female checker behind the counter gave him a knowing wink as she rang up the diaper rash cream and baby powder. Francis’ efforts to pull his t-shirt down failed miserably to cover up his embarrassing diapers and there wasn’t a person nearby who wasn’t watching him.
 
At last, after the trying ordeal of the store, they drove the short distance to their house. Francis was seething with resentment and frustration as he sat in his warm, wet diapers. The pee had seeped up into his seat where the soggy cotton cloth was clinging closely to his bottom.
 
“Mommy, I wet my diapers,” the poor sissy wailed at last.
 
“That’s okay, honey. We’ll get you changed once we get home,” she assured him.
 
Francis was surprised to see his aunt’s car in the driveway which, he realized, could only mean certain further embarrassment for him.
Although he was hoping to slip in and go straight to his room, as fate would have it, his aunt caught them in the entryway of the house, greeting them with a huge smile.
 
“After a brief hug and kiss with his mom, his beautiful aunt bent down and hugged her nephew tightly.
 
“Hello there, sweetie-pie jr.!” she exclaimed cheerfully.
 
As she hugged him, her free hand reached down and squeezed his rubber-pantied bottom.
 
“Looks like my little guy wet his diapers today,” she announced.
 
Francis blushed a bright red. Even under normal conditions, he found his pretty aunt Jordan intimidating, with her beautiful black hair, full lips, and generous bosom. She had always treated him special, and Francis had a huge crush on her.
 
“Yes, I had to make a detour to the store which took a little longer than I thought,” his mom explained.
 
“Come on honey,” she told her embarrassed nephew, “why don’t we get you out of those wet diapers.”
 
As they made their way back to his bedroom, Francis reasoned that he would at last be rid of his infantile underwear, at least until bedtime. He was used to Jordan babysitting him and to be fair, this was not an entirely new experience for him.
 
“So, you know that little problem I was telling you about last week,” Jordan asked his mom, “About Francis’ tendency to get an erection, every time I changed his diapers?”
 
“Mm-hm,” she replied as they walked into the bedroom, the pungent smell of stale, pee-soaked diapers surrounding them from the bedwetter’s diaper pail.
 
“Well I found a wonderful device on the internet that will totally solve the problem—It’s called the Holy Trainer,” she said brightly.
 
“It’s called what?” his mom asked, “--Will it hurt him?” 
 
“Oh no-no,” she reassured her as she patted Francis on the head affectionately, “I would never do anything to harm my little sugarplum.”
 
Pulling a small, clear contraption out of her purse, Jordan briefly explained how it worked.
 
“And so he can still pee normally?” his mom inquired, cleared intrigued with the idea.
 
“Absolutely! And it will make it impossible for him to get an erection.”
 
His mom was pulling his stretchy, clinging rubber panties down off his sagging wet diaper.
 
“Well, then I think we should get that fitted right away,” she told Jordan.
 
Francis was confused by all this strange talk but he didn’t like the idea of his ability to get an erection being taken away. For one, he had become an inveterate masturbator and although he had no idea what a Holy Trainer was, it sounded like something that boded ill for his naughty habit.
 
His mom had him on the changing table now, a low, padded surface with a waterproof covering decorated in a babyish, nursery print pattern. His wet diapers had been pulled down, and his mom plopped the heavy cloth in his diaper pail, holding her breath as she raised and lowered the lid.
Taking a fresh trio of soft cotton cloth diapers, she placed a few soaker pads between the layers which added even further to the thickness of the center section.
 
Seeing that his mom had every intention of putting him right back into diapers, Francis kicked his feet and finally found his voice.
 
“Wha-wait! I don’t need diapers—it’s not even bedtime,” he whined miserably.
 
“Honey—I might as well get you ready for bed. This way, we don’t have to worry about it later,” his mom explained patiently.
Francis whimpered and shook his fists, angry to be getting this humiliating baby treatment, especially in front of his aunt.
 
At the same time, Jordan was bending over and while holding the irregular plastic ring in her hand, she fed his little genitals through it so the ring was positioned behind his shy package.
 
“How did you ever find one in such a small size?” his mom asked.
 
“It wasn’t easy, but the company has a special line made for teens with chronic masturbating problems. This one is their Sissy Trainer model,” Jordan explained as she dabbed a little baby lotion on Francis’ tiny shaft.
His mom giggled.
 
“How appropriate.”
 
Francis squirmed and squealed as she carefully stuffed his quivering penis into the short, stubby tube. His member, when stiff, was roughly the size of an AA battery but the shortness of the tube only compressed it smaller, preventing any sort of growth from the frustrated sissy.
 
Inserting a key into the side of the top where the two pieces mated, Jordan twisted it, locking the chastity device irrevocably in place.
 
“There you are, Sweetie-Pie Jr., all safe and secure now,” she beamed down at him.
 
Francis groped desperately at the device but he soon found how ingenious the design was, implacably trapping his tiny little penis inside the solid plastic prison. It was an idea that was well overdue for the horny sissy masturbator.
 
“Noo!!” he wailed as she shook his fists in frustration.
 
Both the women hovering over him smiled with immense satisfaction as his mom sprinkled baby powder over his front area and brought his soft diapers up, pinning the sides tightly around his hips.
 
“There, just what my little baby needed,” his mom told him.
 
Jordan had a white pair of nursery print plastic panties waiting for him and she fed them over his feet, working them slowly up his legs. Invariably, he couldn’t prevent his gaze from staring down her deep cleavage and his imprisoned penis throbbed anxiously in frustrated angst. It was a new and alarming sensation for him, not to be able to flex his little nub.
 
“It’s not fair!!” he wailed in bitter indignation.
 
“Oh—I just realized,” Jordan said suddenly, her voice filled with enthusiasm, “I was working with my sewing machine and I created the cutest little top for Francis.”
 
Reaching into her purse, she produced a ruffled, cropped cotton top with short, puffy sleeves and a cartoon truck on the chest. It looked perfectly suited for a three or four year-old toddler.
 
“I know how much Francis likes trucks—don’t you think it’s cute?” she asked her sister.
 
“Oh yes, very much so!” his mom agreed, “Look Francis, isn’t this a wonderful top your aunt made for you?”
 
Without even trying it on, the prissy youth could see it wouldn’t do anything to cover his embarrassing diapers.
“I don’t wanna wear it!” he snapped petulantly as he crossed his skinny arms over his chest.
 
Jordan giggled at his childish display as she began pulling his t-shirt off of him, ignoring his protests. Tossing it aside, she held the white and pink top over his head until he reluctantly held his arms up. Smiling sweetly down at him, Jordan pulled the ruffled top over his head and fitted it around his slim frame. To his dismay, Francis discovered that the short top didn’t quite reach the elastic waistband of his shiny fat diapers and he bit his lip in humiliated angst.
Standing him up, Jordan gave his thickly diapered bottom a playful swat.
“Okay Francis, run along and play now.”
The blushing sissy waddled off, feeling defeated and very babyish.
 
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Several hours later, after Francis had been put to bed, the two sisters sat in the living room, enjoying a chilled Sauvignon Blanc.
“You know, I’ve been thinking more about Francis’ bedwetting habit,” his mom was telling her sister, “And there’s a woman named Tiffany Johnson that argues that boys who wet their beds routinely, develop a sort of...’acceptance’, of their diapers, to where they no longer think of them as humiliating to be put to bed in. She strongly suggests that mothers keep their bedwetting sons in diapers—not just at night, but even during the daytime as well, to shame them into trying harder to stop.”
“Well I think that’s a wonderful idea,” Jordan replied as she nodded her head.
“I was thinking that Francis should spend his summer vacation diapered night—and day.
“I agree—I think a second childhood is just what he needs to bring him around. You could even transform his bedroom into a sort of nursery. He already has a changing table and diaper pail. 
“I think what he needs first is a proper crib. And I could sew him some more outfits—I’ll make sure they are really babyish so that his diapers are always fully exposed.”
“Good. Yes—I want to make sure anyone visiting will see his diapers. He needs to get used to the idea that everyone is going to find out about his bedwetting now. Maybe after a few months of being treated like a baby, he’ll finally start trying harder to keep his bed dry,” his mom explained.
 
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The next morning, Francis was woken by his mom. As usual, his diapers were absolutely soaked, and his mom had arranged a fresh set, laid out on his changing table. After a quick check to make sure his chastity device hadn’t been tampered with, she led him over and sat him down on the thick layers of cotton cloth.
“Francis, it’s become apparent that you have become comfortable with wearing and wetting your diapers every night. I think it’s time we take stronger measures to motivate you to try harder to stop your bedwetting.
“—Therefore, I’ve decided that you will spend your entire summer vacation in diapers,” she told him firmly.
Tears were forming in his eyes as she laid him down on the soft, fluffy stack of Birdseye cloth.
“B-but, I p-promise to try harder,” he bleated.
“I’m tired of hearing your promises, Francis. Maybe you need a few months of baby treatment to finally convince you.”
Powdering his chastity device and frontal area generously, his mom pulled up the bulky cloth and pinned it around his hips. Francis cried softly in self-pity as she pulled his babyish yellow nursery print plastic panties up and over his diapers. She had made sure to add more layers than usual so that his diapers were even fatter than normal.
Tying his shoes in place, she pulled the prissy top Jordan had made for him over his head and positioned it carefully around his waist, admiring the ruffled hem that remained a couple inches above his diapers.
“There will be some other changes coming around here—We’re going to be converting your bedroom into a proper baby’s nursery with a crib, playpen, and plenty of toddler outfits for you to wear. I’ll be boxing up all your regular clothes up and putting them in the attic until next Fall.”
Hot, salty tears tumbled down Francis’ cheek as he realized that his efforts to stop his bedwetting (insignificant as they were), had fallen pathetically short.
 
 
Several weeks later, Francis was over at Jordan’s house, being babysat by his childhood crush. She had been right on board with the baby discipline program from the beginning and she had come to enjoy bottle feeding her prissy nephew with warm milk several times a day.
For his part, Francis was now obsessed with the impositions of his enforced chastity and Jordan’s low-cut tops and short shorts were only aggravating the situation. It was mortifying for him to be seen and treated like an infant by her but compounding the problem was his gnawing libido, unrequited by his complete inability to satisfy his sexual needs. Every time he came in close proximity to Jordan’s big, soft breasts, he licked his dry lips hungrily as his tiny penis throbbed anxiously inside his restrictive Sissy Trainer.
He had repeatedly begged and pleaded with both Jordan and his mom to unlock it, but they had rebuffed him every time. It was very frustrating for the prissy pantywaist to go without masturbating—something he had done every night in his diapers after his mom had tucked him into bed. But now, the self-gratifying pleasure had been taken away from him and he found himself perpetually horny and frustrated.
One day, Jordan had taken all she could of his whining and pestering. She had already given him an enema, but perhaps it was the skin-tight white halter top that she was wearing that was driving him crazy. In any event, his sexy aunt decided it was time to take other measures.
Calling the diapered sissy into her bedroom, she told him in flirtatious but vague terms that she had a special something for him. Excitedly, he readily submitted to having her take his rubber panties down and bending over her firm, silky thighs as she unpinned his diapers.
Taking a fat, pink jelly butt plug, Jordan swirled it in a jar of nursery KY before positioning it at his shy back hole.
“Just relax, Francis, and this will go in a lot easier,” she instructed him.
Not knowing what was coming, the naive sissy youth was filled with eager anticipation.
But as she began applying pressure with the butt plug, Francis quickly realized what was happened and he squirmed over her lap, his hands waving in the air before him.
“N-no! It’s too b-big!” he squealed.
“Spread your legs sweetie, I know you can take it,” she replied as she began exerting more pressure, twirling the soft, slippery invader and pushing harder.
“OHHHHH!!!!” he cried as the fat, malleable jelly plug suddenly slipped past his defeated sphincter, settling inside of him and stuffing him to capacity. It had a very narrow neck, meaning it was there to stay until Jordan decided otherwise.
He was panting as he came to grips with the feeling of fullness as Jordan re-pinned his diapers. Letting him up gently, she pulled his rubber panties up and over his bulky diapers.
“There. That should give you something else to think about,” she told him with her smug, superior smile.
Francis gazed in confusion at her two big round breasts, stretching her thin top to the limits as he flexed his cheeks, trying desperately to expel this strange, new invader. It no longer hurt, but the sensation certainly was foremost in his attention, keeping him occupied and making him feel very emasculated and defeated.
She led him over to the playpen and helped him inside, sitting him down and giving him his dollies.
“There, now why don’t you play with your toys for a while,” she said as she pushed his pacifier into the bewildered boy’s mouth.
After that, Francis’ punishment plug (as it came to be known) saw a lot of use, keeping the frustrated sissy plugged and compliant.
 
Things at home fell into a routine, and his mom’s rules were that he was to notify a grown-up if he felt the need to use the bathroom. In that event, he would have his diapers taken down so he could do his business (always supervised) before being pinned right back into them.
Unfortunately, there had been a few occasions where Francis had had a few accidents, wetting a little before his diapers could be taken down. This usually resulted in a short but sound hand spanking of his bottom during his diaper changes.
Just to make sure he didn’t have any #2 accidents, Jordan liked to give him a long, soapy enema every morning when he was staying over, which Francis found extremely humiliating, particularly when she had visitors over, like her next-door neighbor. 
Just the other day, her pretty friend Karen had let herself in and she had come into the bedroom to find Francis bent over Jordan’s lap, his sissy diapers pulled back between his legs while he squirmed helplessly, the thick enema nozzle buried deep in his hole as the warm, soapy water flowed uninterrupted into his pouting rectum.
The bedwetter’s occasional moans could be heard as he desperately struggled to cope with the cramps and the growing feeling of fullness in his belly.
A half hour later, Francis was back in the bedroom, freshly diapered, and having a new baby dress that Jordan had just finished, being fitted around him. He blushed furiously as the two women chatted about adult matters, making him feel excluded not only from the conversation, but also emphasizing the huge gap between their respective levels of maturity.
“How’s the new chastity device working out for him?” Karen asked her friend.
“Excellent. I think he’s a little frustrated from time to time but he’ll be just fine,” Jordan replied confidently, as she made a final adjustment to the pink sash on Francis’ back, “I’ve found a long, soapy enema in the morning usually seems to calm him down and take away his edginess. I’m going to persuade his mom to start giving him one every day.”
Karen nodded as she looked down at the little pantywaist.
“Has his bedwetting decreased at all?” she asked, her voice betraying her skepticism.
“No. In fact, he’s started having accidents in his pampers during the day now. The other day, he was in his playpen and when I checked on him, I was a bit surprised to find the seat of his diapers soaking wet.”
Karen shook her head in disbelief.
“He really is a big sissy, isn’t he?”
“I’m afraid so,” Jordan said. 
Red-faced Francis was about to offer some sort of counter argument but Jordan saw him and she promptly stuffed his pacifier into his mouth, preempting any participation in the discussion. He wanted to tell them that he was a big boy—that he was almost a teenager and he didn’t need his childish diapers. But the big rubber pacifier filled his mouth and his protests only sounded weak and babylike.
As the two giggled at his infantile display, he reflected on the incident his babysitter was referring to.
The other day, he had been restricted to the playpen in Jordan’s front room with strict instructions not to get out without her permission. Unfortunately, she had gone outside briefly and the poor sissy had inevitably soaked his diapers while he anxiously awaited her return. She had rewarded him with two hard swats on his bare bottom with her paddle during his diaper change after pulling away the pee-saturated cotton cloth.
Alas, it was just the price to be paid for the diaper-wetting pansy.
 
Meanwhile, at home, Francis’ bedroom had been completely transformed into a baby’s nursery. His bed was now surrounded by pink bars and his bedsheets replaced with babyish, nursery-style patterned blankets. A mesh-sided playpen was nearby and like Jordan, his mom ensured he spent a fair amount of his day inside it, playing with his soft toys, stuffed animals, and dollies.
In his closet and dresser, his boyish clothes had all been replaced by short, prissy tops, onesies, and some adorable dresses, all cut short enough to make sure his big, shiny diapers were always clearly on display.
Bedtimes were brought back to 8pm and Francis became so used to having his pacifier in his mouth, he would get agitated if his mom forgot it. To make things simpler, she soon had it attached to a short loop so that the diapered sissy was never without it.
 
                                    
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Sometimes Francis chafed at his new babyish lifestyle but for the most part, the weak pantywaist accepted it without too much complaint.
Nevertheless, between his snug, restrictive chastity device, his fluffy, bunny-soft diapers, and Jordan’s big sexy breasts, the poor sissy was unable to get any kind of relief. With puberty upon him, his hormones were raging and his tiny little penis was constantly throbbing inside its plastic prison, trying but unable to get hard or grow beyond the 3/4” confines of the tube.
It was one day at Jordan’s house when things finally came to a head. He was desperately horny, frustrated and edgy, and simmering with resentment when he felt he had finally had enough. 
That day, his aunt had a couple of her girlfriends over to visit, and Francis had been put in his playpen where he would be out of the way, but she could still keep an eye on him. Earlier in the morning, Jordan had used his punishment plug on the fussy sissy and he could scarcely ignore the feeling of rubbery fullness stuffed inside his rectum.
He was also feeling neglected and jealous of the attention the other two were getting and in a sudden fit of frustration, he began throwing his stuffed animals around.
The others watched in growing dismay until Jordan stood up.
“If you’ll excuse me, I have to take care of something,” she told them as she left the room.
Coming back a moment later, the two women smiled as they saw the wooden paddle in her hand.
“I’m sorry girls, but Francis is acting up and I need to teach him a lesson,” she said as she lifted the squalling boy out of his playpen.
“No-no-no!” he pouted angrily, stamping his feet.
Taking a seat on an armless chair, Jordan yanked the protesting sissy to her right side, tugging his plastic panties down past his knees. As she did, she caught a waft of pee and she gave him a withering glare.
“Francis—did you wet your diapers?”
With everyone watching him, he shifted his feet, blushing a hot red as he stared at the floor and bit his lip anxiously.
“That’s only going to add to your spanking,” she said firmly, answering her own question as she pulled him over her lap.
The other two women smiled with amusement as he squirmed and kicked his feet while Jordan unpinned his thick, pee-saturated diapers, pushing them back between his legs to give her an unobstructed access to his twitching, bare bottom.
“Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!” he wailed desperately in high-pitched voice.
Jordan smacked his bottom good and hard, making him gasp with shock. The paddle swooped up and came back down, over and over, the hard wooden paddle searing itself on the sissy’s soft, tender cheeks as he quickly burst into tears. The sting of the wood was intensified by the dampness of Francis’ curvy little bottom where his wet diapers had already tenderized his skin and he howled in pain as she swatted him repeatedly in a punishing rhythm.
To be sure, his fat jelly butt plug was now the least of his concerns.
Had he been in a position to watch her, he might have been able to appreciate the way her big, round breasts jiggled in her snug top with each blistering smack of the paddle. As it was, the sissy was completely occupied with the scalding punishment being delivered against his stinging, defenseless bottom and he cried like a baby.
At last, the harsh spanking was over and Francis lay there, too weak to do anything but sob helplessly.
Gently lifting him up, his heavy wet diapers fell to the floor, leaving his tiny little chastity device revealed to everyone as he stood there, the tears streaming down his red face.
“I want you to apologize to my friends for your little tantrum,” she told him sternly.
Francis’ breath was heaving in ragged gasps and he struggled to articulate a suitable response as he rubbed his blazing, swollen bottom. They could only smile with satisfaction as they stared from his sobbing face down to his shy little package, safely locked away.
“Come along, honey. Let’s change your diapers and then it will be naptime,” she said as she eased his big pink pacifier into his trembling mouth.
To be sure, everyone thought the diapered pantywaist got just what he deserved as his babysitter led him by the hand down the hall.
 
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July came and went and eventually, the summer drew to a close. Unfortunately, Francis’ tenuous control over his bladder seemed more ephemeral than ever and he was starting to wet himself during the day more and more often, without even realizing it.
On his thirteenth birthday, his mom and Jordan presented him with several new baby dresses, two new pairs of Mary Janes—one white, the other pink, and a brand new lexan paddle with air holes. The latter soon found itself being applied to his bare bottom on a regular basis. 
The key to his chastity device was soon forgotten and eventually lost, both of them agreeing that permanent chastity was really the best solution for the sissy pantywaist. It was felt that wearing the same size for years on end would also help to restrict any further growth (such as it was) of his tiny little imprisoned penis. To be sure, it would never be hard, ever again.
Francis’ mom eventually hired a tutor, a sexy young college student named Ariel that they liked for her strict, no-nonsense discipline. Failure to meet her exacting standards meant the boy would find himself over her lap, his diapers unpinned as she delivered a stinging lesson to his bare bottom.
The neighborhood eventually came to accept that Francis was never really going to grow up, and for the foreseeable future, he would live the life of a diaper-dependent toddler, treated with no more respect than an incontinent three year-old.
For his part, Francis reflected that life really wasn’t so bad. Secretly, he loved his thick, bunny soft diapers and he had come to terms with the fact that deep down—he was nothing but a big sissy who was more comfortable in a short, ruffled baby dress than a pair of jeans.
Yes, there would be times when he would be strapped into his high chair, with baby food caked to his face, as he kicked his feet in frustration over his soaking wet diapers that wouldn’t be changed until right before naptime. But for the most part, he came to accept his unique lifestyle and even embrace it, enjoying his bottle feedings with Jordan, the snuggly softness of his teddy bear while in his crib, and the close intimacy he received during his frequent diaper changes.
For the weak, prissy pantywaist, life was pretty good.  :o)
 
THE END
 

Another great story Bobby. Thanks for posting.


RE: One Mother's Solution - Ali - 04-04-2020

That's a lovely story, thank you Bobby.

I love the humiliation of the poor boy being put into a nappy by his friend's mother, while his friends watch on. Exquisitely humiliating for him.


RE: One Mother's Solution - Bobby1111 - 04-04-2020

(04-04-2020, 03:32 PM)Ali Wrote: That's a lovely story, thank you Bobby.

I love the humiliation of the poor boy being put into a nappy by his friend's mother, while his friends watch on. Exquisitely humiliating for him.

That particular scene was taken from my early childhood, and I found it all the more humiliating since I was made to wear diapers, while my younger friends didn't.


RE: One Mother's Solution - Ali - 04-07-2020

Oh wow, how terribly humiliating for you!

Your stories do have an air of being based on personal experience. I enjoy stories much more when there's a degree of realism to them.

When I've written stories I usually try to base them on something I've actually experienced, although I often add bits in to make them more interesting.

It was exquisitely humiliating having a nappy on, or being changed, in front of younger friends, or even my little sister's friends.


RE: One Mother's Solution - jiff50 - 04-08-2020

(04-04-2020, 04:04 PM)Bobby1111 Wrote:
(04-04-2020, 03:32 PM)Ali Wrote: That's a lovely story, thank you Bobby.

I love the humiliation of the poor boy being put into a nappy by his friend's mother, while his friends watch on. Exquisitely humiliating for him.

That particular scene was taken from my early childhood, and I found it all the more humiliating since I was made to wear diapers, while my younger friends didn't.

Another great story; thank you very much. I can't be the only one who, when reading it, puts myself in the position of the main character. I really like the inevitable movement … from being an ordinary boy, (though one with a bit of a bedwetting problem), to being a full time toddler. Love the image at the end of the story of him being fed in his highchair with babyfood on his bib and caked around his mouth. Thanks again.


RE: One Mother's Solution - Terrygussett - 04-09-2020

(04-08-2020, 07:08 PM)jiff50 Wrote: Another great story; thank you very much. I can't be the only one who, when reading it, puts myself in the position of the main character. I really like the inevitable movement … from being an ordinary boy, (though one with a bit of a bedwetting problem), to being a full time toddler. Love the image at the end of the story of him being fed in his highchair with babyfood on his bib and caked around his mouth. Thanks again.
 Hi jiff50,

You're not the only one. Whenever I read a story it's always me I put in the position of the main character, no matter how embarrassing.

Terry.


RE: One Mother's Solution - bAByBunnykins - 10-19-2020

Wow great story, would love to have been the child but alas wasn't to be. The realness of the story has my mind in fantasy land seeing myself over his aunts lap being spanked and having my nappy put on. Bliss of bliss