NOTE: The following is a work of fiction. It contains
infantilism and mild violence and vulgarity. If this offends
you, don't read.
Some people say Friday the 13th is an unlucky day, but
I beg to differ. What happened during that day changed my
life for ever, and even though it was scary at first, I
couldn't have been happier about it.
Let me tell you a bit about myself first. My name is
John Taylor, and I am 13 years old. I attend middle school,
and do stuff that all kids my age do, such as listen to
music, play sports, and watch TV. There are only two things
that separate me from being an all-American boy.
It embarrassed me to talk about it, but I am unsure of
my sexuality. Though I am still young, I haven't gone out
with any girls, and I don't really have an interest in any
of them. I'd much rather hang out with guys, as most of my
friends are guys. I also find guys easier to talk to. Does
this make me gay?
The other unique thing about me is that I've harbored a
secret interest in diapers. Ever since my 10 year old sister
Jane was born, I've felt displaced as the baby of the
household. Not that I'm neglected or anything, but I've been
wondering, where has all the attention gone? I'd taken
responsibility pretty well so far, but there are so many
thing I'd like to do that I can't because (and I'm quoting
my mean old bitch of a 5th grade teacher here) they are not
proper activities for a boy of my age to engage in and are
better reserved for infants.
We live in the California town of Pinesville. My father
works real estate and my mother is a substitute teacher. My
best friend is named James. That's about all you need to
What happened Friday, March 13th would alter my world
forever. It was around 2:45 PM, and the weather was
pleasantly sunny. James and I were walking home. We stopped
to talk to Gary, and the three of us walked together. Little
did I know, we were being followed.
After we passed the street corner, Gary went home and
James and I kept walking. James lived about a block down the
street from me. As I neared my house, I noted a stranger
wearing sunglasses and a baseball cap walking down the
sidewalk towards me. He looked a little lost, but I saw it
as none of my business, and walked up the walkway to the
front door of my house. I fished my keys out of my pocket
and unlocked the door (I was always the first one home, as
both my parents were at work and Jane took dancing lessons
right after school). This was when the strange man grabbed
"Wha?" was all I could get out before he put his gloved
hand over my mouth and dragged me inside. I was able to see
several men wearing ski masks entering the house through the
back door. They needn't carry any weapons; I was so scared I
was willing to cooperate with anything they had planned.
My initial though was that they were going to rob the place.
I thought they would tie me up and start stealing my dad's
hard-earned money, then they'd be gone and everything would
be OK. My heart was racing and I was sweating while I waited
for them to carry to their plan.
It turned out I was wrong. One of the masked man
grabbed my legs while the stranger with sunglasses held my
head, placing me in a horizontal position. They carried me
upstairs to my room like one would carry a battering ram,
and thrust me face first onto my bed.
"Don't move!" yelled one of the men, and I complied by
keeping my face buried in the pillows. I believe I was
crying by then. Meanwhile, the invaders went through my
drawers and started to ransack the place. I was mentally
yelling for it all to stop, but it didn't.
What happened next was most unusual. One of the masked
men approached me and picked my head up from off the
pillows. He taped my mouth shut, as well as putting tape
over my eyes. Next, he began to take off all of my clothes,
leaving me naked. I was so scared that they were going to
rape me or something, I ended up peeing in terror. Quickly,
one of the men grabbed what felt like a towel and put it on
me, taping it closed like a diaper. Next, my hands and feet
were bound, and I was put inside of some sort of really big
equipment bag. While still in a state of shock, they took me
downstairs and out the back door and into their getaway
vehicle (I'm willing to bet it's that black van that'd been
parked outside the school for the past week), and drove off.
I became unconscious due to the immense heat that built up
within the bag.
While the criminals were carrying me away against my
will, I was having the most pleasant of dreams. I dreamt
that I was being carried away (in a much kinder fashion) to
a foster home. My foster parents were rich and very nice. I
dreamt that I wet the bet in my foster home, and my foster
parents, being understanding, diapered me and treated me
like a little baby. I was perpetually happy there, and had
nothing to fear. You might find it ironic, as it was quite a
contrast to what was happening in reality while I was
If doing nothing else, the dream calmed me down. I
didn't wake up terrified. In fact, I woke up confused,
momentarily forgetting the fact that I had been kidnapped.
My eyes opened slowly, and alas, they were was no tape and I
could see again. I was still bound, though this time, tied
to a chair. Much to my surprise, there was a pacifier in my
mouth that kept me from screaming out. Something else what
different as well. I no longer felt a towel wrapped about my
private area. Instead, I felt a genuine diaper! I was
beginning to wonder what this was all about. However, I
needn't ask any questions, they were soon answered for me.
"Johnny," said a voice. I looked to my left to see a
young woman about 5'7" tall with blond hair and green eyes.
Most guys I knew would find her beautiful, but I didn't.
Then again, she couldn't possibly be a kidnapper. Or was
she? How did she know my name anyway?
"Hi there," she said. "My name's Terri, and this is my
husband Nick." She introduced me to the guy standing to her
right, a muscular young man sporting a mustache. "Don't be
afraid, we're going to take care of you." Lady, I'm not a
retard, I thought. "Nick, it's OK, you can take out his
Nick walked up to me and gently removed the pacifier-
gag from my mouth. "Thanks," I said. "What the hell is going
"Relax, kid," replied Nick. "I know this is hard to
understand, but I'll tell you it like it is. Terri and I
wanted to have a baby, but couldn't. We didn't have the
money. Well, Terri's uncle, who happens to be a very and
powerful man, offered us a proposition. He was business
rivals with your father, and wanted to do something really
bad to him, like kidnap his only son and hold him for
ransom. He agreed to letting us have you while the ransom
was being paid. As soon as your father gives my uncle the
money, you can go home and nobody gets hurt."
"Because your father is in real estate," said Terri,
"and he won't sell a plot of land to my uncle. My uncle
needs that plot to build a new nuclear power plant. Also, my
uncle is a pretty bad man himself, and your dad started to
uncover some of the tricks he was running. I hope he gets
caught and goes to jail!"
"It's OK," said Nick, consoling his wife.
I just sat there thinking. These seemed like nice
people, maybe I could talk them into letting me go. While I
was contemplating my next move, Nick walked over and untied
"Don't think of us as criminals," said Nick. "Think of
us as relatives."
"There are a few rules though," said Terri. "Don't ever
try to leave this house without one of us going with you!
You'll get us in a lot of trouble, and if one of my uncle's
men sees you roaming the streets, you could get hurt.
Second, because we could never have a child, and your
already 13 years old, we missed most of your childhood. So,
if its OK with you, were going to treat you like a baby."
"I don't mind."
"This means you have to wear a diaper all the time and
go pee and poop in it. No going to the potty, and you must
let us change you. Also, you must drink everything from a
bottle. We don't have a crib for you to sleep in, and we
won't make you watch Barney or anything, so you can still be
a big boy beyond that. I know this might not seem great, but
it's better then being tied to a chair."
"I'll say," I replied.
"Now come here," said Terri. I walked over to her and
she gave me a hug. My parents rarely every hugged me, and
this felt good. Terri put her arm around my back and then
stuck t down my diaper. "Looks like Johnny wet his dydee.
That's OK, I'll change you." I was pretty embarrassed to
have wet my diaper and not even realized it.
Terri grabbed my hand and led me to a bedroom. It was
obviously a boy's room, judging by the blue paint on the
walls and the sports pennants scattered about. "This my
room?" I asked.
"Yup," Terri said, spreading a pad out on the bed. "Now
get on the pad." I did so, and se un-taped my diaper. I
initially made a motion to cover up my privates, but Terri
told me it was OK and moved my hands aside. I could feel
myself getting a hard-on and there was nothing I could do
about it right now. It got bigger when Terri powdered me and
started wiping me. She spread out a new diaper, and taped it
up. After giving me a pat on the but, she tossed me some
jeans and a shirt from a drawer and told me to put them on.
They were very comfortable and a pretty good fit. I was also
given some socks to wear. So far, this wasn't bad
considering I was the victim.
"Come here and I'll show you my Nintendo 64," said
"Awesome," I said. "Aren't you a little old to have
"I'm only 23, and so is Terri," he replied. "We were
your age only 10 years ago. Now sit down here and grab a
My dad was very conservative and believed video games
were a source of violence. Thus, he restricted us to
computer games that he approved, which were pretty lame. I
only had the opportunity to play video games when at a
friends house, and all though I wasn't very good at them, I
liked them very much. Nick showed me how to play Mortal
Kombat, and Turok the Dinosaur Hunter. He beat me of course,
but I still had fun.
Soon, Terri sat down to join us. We turned off the N64
and watched some TV. I was a bit shocked to see myself on
the news. I listened as it explained how a 13 year old boy
was kidnapped at his California home, and a ransom note was
left. My dad then appeared on the news briefly and explained
about how much he wanted me back and how he would see to it
that I was safely returned. I missed my family very much,
but I was having fun here. It was like being torn apart.
"Don't worry," said Terri. "You'll see them again."
We watched a little more TV before Terri announced it
was time for dinner. "You like hot dogs?" she asked me.
"Good, me too," said Nick. We all washed up and entered
the kitchen. I sat down and heard my diaper crinkle. I was
presented with a plate containing a hot dog on a bun, some
mashed potatoes, and a pickle.
"Got to eat your veggies," said Terri. "If not, I'll
have to feed them to you."
"That's OK, I like pickles."
I ate everything on my plate. It was nice to eat some
real food instead of whatever my mom through together
because she didn't have the time. Or worse yet, the quasi-
ethnic health food crap my dad took pride in cooking. I'd
take American any day, thank you.
After I finished my meal, I was given a bottle of soda
to drink. We watched a movie after dinner. It was I Know
What You did Last Summer, something my dad would never let
me see. He said it would make me have nightmares. That, of
course, was complete nonsense, though it did cause me to pee
my diaper when the Fisherman hooked a guy in the throat and
dragged his corpse away.
Later in the movie, after I finished my bottle, I had
to poop. Terri could see I was squirming a bit, and told me
to do it in my diaper. I adjusted my position and let go. It
felt pretty good, but I ended up stinking for the rest of
Following the movie, it was time for me to get ready
for bed. Terri had me lie down on the pad like before, and
changed my diaper much in the same way. I was put into a
thicker diaper, supposedly for nighttime use, and given a
bottle to drink before I went to sleep. I was also putt in a
pair of footed pajamas with spaceships on them. Terri tucked
me in real tight (giving me an added sense of security) and
kissed me on my forehead. Nick also said good night, and by
9:30, I was asleep.
Lying there in a strange place felt very weird. I know
there was a window right near me, and I could probably throw
something at it and break it, then use it as my escape.
However, I decided to stay here. I was getting to do many
things I never had a chance to before, exciting new
privileges were bestowed upon me. in addition, I was getting
to re-live parts of my life that were long since lost, such
as wearing diapers. Both amounted to an enjoyable
experience, and until I was being threatened at gun-point, I
was perfectly happy being kidnapped.