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Forced to Face my Dirty Diapers
🕑 Added 2022-03-09 01:00:03 +0000 UTCThe following story contains adult content and is intended only for adult readers over the age of 18. Any characters depicted in adult situations are over the age of 18. This story is entirely fictional and has been written and shared for entertainment purposes only.
“Alright, hon, you know the drill,” my Mommy said to me, pulling me by the hand over to the corner of my nursery. “It’s time to face your dirty diapers for the week.”
I gulped as we stood before my diaper pail. My full diaper pail.
This week had been a rough one.
Ever since I started waking up with wet underwear a few months ago, my Mommy had started instituting ‘measures’, as she put it, to deal with my embarrassing little ‘bladder issue’.
First, it was ‘timed voiding’ on the toilet before bed, where she made me sit naked on the toilet before her for at least a full five minutes to make sure I was ‘empty’.
But that didn’t work. My wet underwear in the morning only soon turned to wet bedsheets and blankets, as my bedwetting problem got worse.
So next it was pull-ups. And when those leaked… it was diapers.
I hated them so much. They were so utterly humiliating. Here I was, an adult, being forced to wear bulky, crinkly, tabbed disposable diapers to bed every night.
And the worst part? My Mommy forced me to let her change me into the diaper every night, and out of it every morning!
“Of course I need to change you into your diapers at night like a baby, honey. How else will I make sure they’re taped up properly enough to make sure I don’t have to do a load of urine-soaked bedsheets the next day?” she explained.
“And of course, I also have to change you out of your diaper every morning. How else am I going to check to see if you made any progress with your bedwetting, or if you’re still soaking your diapee like a toddler every night?” She explained.
But as much as I hated the humiliating diapers I was now being forced to wear… I did have to admit, it was nice to at least wake up dry now.
Well, I woke up with dry bedsheets, anyway. It seemed like my diaper only got soggier, fuller, yellower, and heavier with my pee every morning.
Which was why, after several weeks, my Mom instituted the latest… ‘measure’ of hers.
“Hon, ever since I put you back in diapers for your nighttime accidents, it seems like your wetting problem has only gotten worse,” she explained to me one evening while changing me. “It’s good that I no longer need to wash soaking wet blankets in the morning, but I’m afraid you’ve grown too comfortable with your bed-wetting now. You’re no longer motivated to even try to hold it at night at all.”
“So from now on, to make sure you stay motivated to at least try to avoid wetting the bed like a baby, I’m going to make sure you face your diapers at the end of every week, just so you still have some consequences for peeing yourself at night.”
I didn’t know what she meant at the time, of course. But soon, I would know the intimate horror of her latest measure all too well…
* * *
I stood there in my bedroom-turned-diaper-nursery, holding my Mommy’s hand, the overflowing diaper pail before me.
I gulped. It was time for my weekly requirement to ‘face my diapers’. And somehow, the ritual always felt even more humiliating than the last time.
My Mommy put an absorbent pad on the ground and put on latex gloves.
Then, she pulled out the first balled up, used diaper of mine. It was soaked to the brim, dripping with smelly, cold peepee.
“Oh, yucky! You really soaked this one, didn’t you, you little stinker?” she teased as she placed the used diaper on the absorbent pad on the floor.
Then, she pulled out the next used diaper from the pail and placed it next to the first. “And my, my, you really soaked this one, too, didn’t you, you naughty little diaper boy? You just love filling these diapers up to the very brim with your stinky peepee, don’t you?”
I shriveled my nose in disgust at the ‘dirty diaper aroma’ now in the air. The second diaper was just as heavy with pee as the first diaper, but it was even more yellow and soggy... and a whole lot more smelly. The additional day in the diaper pail had made the scent of my baby powder and my pee even more pungent.
Then she pulled out the next soaking wet, soggy diaper. And the next one. And the next one.
Soon, all seven soggy diapers were laid out before me, making me burn bright red with shame at the indisputable evidence of my naughty, infantile diaper-wetting issue.
“Look at what a stinky, naughty, diaper-wetting baby you’ve been this week,” my Mommy scolded. “Are you proud of yourself? Are you proud of yourself that you still wet your diaper like a toddler at this age? That your whole room smells like a baby nursery due to how full and stinky your diaper pail is every week? Look at how full and soggy these diapers are. Face them. Face your diapers, you little stinker,” she said, forcing me to look down. “What do you have to say for yourself?”
“I’m… I’m sorry, Mommy,” I said, starting to tear up as my whole body burned bright red with shame. “Really. Please, I don’t mean to be such a stinky, naughty baby, I promise!” I whimpered.
My Mommy stared down at me, then sighed. “I know you don’t, sweetie,” she said in a suddenly kind tone. “I just want you to understand that it’s not okay to still be wetting your diaper every night at this age. That when you go peepee in your bed instead of holding it till morning, you’re acting like a stinky baby. And you should be embarrassed and ashamed of still acting like a stinky baby at your age. Is that understood? I want you to try harder to stop being such a diaper-wetting stinker this week.”
I frantically nodded my head and sniffled. The pungent scent of dirty diapers was now overpowering and quite unavoidable, enhancing my shame all the more.
“I know, Mommy, I’m sorry, really, I’ll try extra hard to be a big boy this week, I promise!” I squeaked in earnest.
She sighed again, then affectionately rubbed my shoulder. “Okay, dear, I’ll let you take all your stinky diapers out to the bin, now, so the trash man can take away all your little bundles of smelly shame when he picks up the trash tomorrow. But before you do, I need you to do one more thing, just so I’m extra sure you’ve learned your lesson for this week, because these are some of the heaviest, soggiest, stinkiest peepee diapers I’ve seen from you, yet.”
I gave a fearful nod. Then, what she did next… I never could have prepared for.
“Get on your knees… now put your hands behind your back… there you go,” she calmly instructed, guiding me into the submissive position.
Then, suddenly, she was behind me, gripping my wrists and tipping me forward, bending me downward…
My face was suddenly being pushed right toward one of my soiled, disgusting diapers!
“Ah, Mommy!” I squealed in horror as she firmly pressed my face against the cold, stinky, soggy diaper on the floor.
“Face it, hon! Face your stinky, peepee diapers! This is what you’ve done! You’ve made a stinky, stinky diapee that your Mommy had to change you out of. Naughty, naughty boy,” she scolded as she held me down, literally ‘rubbing my nose’ in my soggy diaper mess.
I desperately flailed and tried to pull away, but her grip was too strong. I was helpless but to suffer the sensation of the stinky, soggy, soiled diaper pressing against my cheeks, my nose, my face.
I screamed even louder for mercy, but she only pushed my face down even harder, causing the used diaper to unfold. And to my horror, she gleefully continued pressing my nose into the inside of the saturated, pee-sodden, disposable adult diaper!
The cold peepee diaper mush squishing against my nose and mouth made me want to gag. I could practically taste the foul, humiliating peepee stink of my own diaper. A smell I had only thus known from afar, and was already plenty ashamed and disgusted by, even at a distance.
Now, close up, the scent was overpowering. My stale urine… baby powder… my shameful sweat and pee-tainted musk..
I wailed at the top of my lungs, begging and screaming like a baby, all to no avail.
Then, every fiber in my being exploded with newfound shame and overpowering humiliation as I finally realized…
This was my fault. My mess. I was the one who made these diapers so stinky and gross, and now I was paying the price for being such a naughty, stinky diaper wetter. I felt like everything else in my life disappeared, and now the only thing that existed was me and the mortifying, sopping wet diaper. The unforgettable symbol and evidence of my babyish shame.
I burst into hysterical tears. It finally dawned on me just what a naughty, stinky, dirty little diaper boy I was.
At last, after what felt like an eternity, my Mommy pulled me back up, freeing me from my sensory prison of disgust and shame.
She began using cold baby wipes to clean my face as I quietly continued to cry with embarrassment and shame.
“Aww, there, there, honey, it’s okay,” she said, wrapping her arms around me and pulling me in for an extra big hug. “Mommy just wanted to make sure she did her job of helping you act like a big boy, instead of a naughty little diaper wetting baby.”
“I know, Mommy… fank you,” I squeaked.
My gratitude was as genuine as it was perverse. I knew she was right. With the mortifying, fresh babyish scent of my week’s worth of infantile diaper-wetting still lodged deep in my nose, I knew she had taught me a lesson I wouldn’t soon forget.
“Now come on, let’s get you changed into your fresh diapee for bedtime, then you can walk all your soiled diapers out to the bin one by one,” she said, hugging me and gently pulling me toward the changing table.
I knew that meant I would have to be taking all the soiled diapers out to the trash wearing nothing but a diaper myself. She didn’t allow me to wear clothes after she put me in a diaper for the night.
But I didn’t care. I was grateful all the same. Because I knew… she was just trying to help me learn just what a naughty baby I was.
“Okay, Mommy. I love you!” I said, throwing my arms around her in a hug.
“Aww, Mommy loves you too, baby,” she said, embracing me back.
That night, I realized, as a bedwetter, I really did have the best Mommy in the world. The Mommy who loved me so much, she really was willing to always truly make me… face my soggy diapers.
THE END.
