“You are always in your diaper. We tried to get you potty-… I mean, get you toilet trained, but you were born with a disability that keeps you from learning to be independent. You are Retarded, and you also can’t hold in your pee… And with that Autism, comes with imaginations. Like you believing that you are like everyone else who is not in diapers anymore. But we are supporting you, and trying to get you to do things on your own.” And she hugs Ruben.
Ruben is distraught. He can’t believe that, his life has change. All just because he wanted to try on that diaper, and now he needs to wear them for the rest of his life! One consolation is that he can still control, and hold in his bowels. So it can’t be too bad, right?
“But…” Ruben starts. “How am I gonna face everyone in school?” His mom broke the hug, and smiles at him. “Oh don’t worry baby. Every teacher in your school already knows your disability. They’re not gonna judge you for needing diapers.” She says reassuring. But this is news to him!
‘What?!? Every teacher knowing about this?!?’ The embarrassment is so real, he can’t talk straight at that moment. “Buta Aye… aye yam knot-…” Ruben shakes his head. Trying to from the right words!
“Mom! I am not Retarded! I don’t have Autism! And I don’t need Diapers!” He says defiant.
At that moment, a yellow stain is showing at the front of his diaper, he doesn’t feel like he has his bladder control anymore. The only thing he can feel is the front of his diaper inflate with pee. He has wet himself without even knowing it.
And as soon as he feel his diaper getting a bit heavy, and warm. And saw that he in fact wet his diaper, his dose indeed need diapers. It’s bringing him to tears.
“But I… I really don’t!” Ruben feel humiliated, and defeated. “Mom! I’m serious! I can control my bladder, I don’t need them…” Right now he is sounding like a lier.
Before then he does have full bodily functions, like peeing. But right now that part of him is taken, and nobody will believe him! ‘These diapers… What have they done to me? They made me incontinent, and my mother believes that I’m Retarded! I know I’m a late bloomer, but this is crazy! I don’t want to stay a baby!’ Ruben thinks to himself.
His mothers comes to you. “Here, let me change your diaper one last time.” She went, and gave Ruben his diaper change. This whole process is so weird, and yet so familiar.
Being naked from the bottom down lying on his back, and saw his mother doing the work. And he lie there feeling everything. The feeling of baby lotion around his crotch, his dick and butt. The smell of baby powder being sprinkled all around his front, and back of his crotch. And then a new diaper is placed.
Fully new, and fresh! He’s happy again. Weirdly he’s not arouse by the process, or even after. Did he also lost his sexuality, or has the diaper made fully casti And then he noticed how his diaper looked. It’s not plain white this time.
Instead there is patterns on this diaper. Not the kind that’s babyish, but the kind that’s tailor made for teens. A realistic looking blue car. A picture of the front of the car at the front diaper, and the back of the car at the back of the diaper.
Even with this is without a doubt, still a functioning diaper. It’s feels puffy, and sounds crinkly. A diaper is still a diaper. But with a grownup design. Ruben looks at his mother.
“I’ve decided to give you what you’ve been asking for… Diapers with designs by the ABDL community!”
Ruben cocked his head. “Huh what?” “I know, I told you I wouldn’t get you those diapers because I didn’t want you involved with them. But since you show a little bit of your independence. I decided it time to give you what you wanted. And that’s not all..”
She then tells him that is a verity of diaper designs that’s teen oriented, and adult oriented. He now begin to wonder what they could be like?… Maybe with realistic depiction of animals? Or something simple like diapers that look like Jeans, or look like actual underwear?
As distraught as he is, he’s still curious on how this life works. So he has to ask the inevitable question. “Mom, where do I go to school?”
“Oh honey, You are…”