Daily Free-Write August 5, 2021: Sent to Diaper Alternative School

Daily Free-Write August 5, 2021: Sent to Diaper Alternative School

Note: Just another idea I had kicking around in my head. It's related to the other one I have going, 'Alternative Education'. There are just so many fun ideas to be explored in this universe! This is just a rough sketch if you will. I hope you enjoy!

I looked over the email a third time, mouthing the words as if I couldn't believe it was real. "Congratulations. You have enrolled your child in the Fresh Start Alternative School Program. Our team will come by soon to pick him up."

"Mom," I said in a half-daze. "You didn't..."

"Oh, yes I did, honey!" came a voice from over his shoulder, causing me to jump and slam the laptop shut.

"Mom! Y-y-you scared me!"

"And you're snooping in my things again, aren't you?"

"So what if I am?" I said, my tough guy persona returning as I recovered from the shock.

"Doony, this awful attitude has got to stop, and the fresh start program is going to help."

"Oh my god, mom, that’s the baby program. No way I’m going to go there." I said, in disgust.

"Oh yes, you will, young man,"  she said grabbing my arm. I jerked away and she looked surprised. Donovan! I can’t believe you. Now you will stay in your room until they come to collect you."

"Collect me?! Do you even hear yourself, Mom? No! There's no way I'm going to that weirdo reform school!" I ran out of the house as fast as my legs could carry me, the protests of my mother cut off as the door slammed shut.

"It's fine. I'll figure this out," I said. I was shaking. I couldn't believe she would pull this on me. "I’ll stay at my friend Lonnie’s house, I thought. "They'll never find me there."

But with their vast resources they found me anyway.

"Lonnie, where's your pops?" I asked. I hadn't seen Lonnie in a while, not since he dropped out of school. It looked like I was following in his footsteps now.

"The old man died. You can stay with me now no problem. Plenty of space now."

"I'm... I'm sorry, Lonnie," I said. "I didn't know..."

"Eh, he was overdue anyway. He died doing what he loved. That's all that mattered."

"And what was that?" I asked, morbidly curious. Tony looked me dead in the eye.

"Shittin' on the toilet." He said, then he burst out laughing.

"Lonnie, you wierdo," I said, laughing to myself out of the sheer perversity of his attitude.

"Aw, shuddup and come inside. Let's get wasted."

"Okay, why not?" I said. It was the perfect thing to take my mind of my Mom's attempt to trap me.

It was dark out when I woke up to a pounding noise. A pounding in my head... "Ohh... damnit... I forgot to drink water before I passed out... huh?" No, it wasn't just a pounding in my head. It was a pounding at the door. Then the door flew open and I sat bolt upright on the living room couch. Before I could even move, a team of three people in tactical gear ran in and grabbed me. I got ready for a fight but I was tazed and incapacitated immediately and went limp as they grabbed me under each arm and began to drag me out of the house.

"Unh... help..." I said weakly. I saw them handing out hundreds to Lonnie.

"Sorry, guy. This oughtta pay for the door."

"Lonnie...?" I asked, tilting my head.

"Sorry dude," said Lonnie. "I needed the money. Have fun at diaper camp, bro."

"You shithead..." I muttered before my head fell and I went limp.

They bundled me into the van and began cutting my clothes off. I was too weak to stop them. Then I heard the sound I was most afraid of this whole time. The crinkling of a diaper. One of the men smiled as he opened and fluffed a big crinkly diaper with a pirate ship on the front. The anticipation was the worst part. Knowing that soon I was going to be in those... time felt like it was moving at a glacial pace.

"N-no... anything but that..." I mumbled, but I was too weak to even try to fight them off.

"Don't worry, baby boy. You'll feel a lot better once you're in your cozy comfy didees. Welcome to Fresh Start."

I grunted and looked away as the soft, infantile padding was brought down and my legs were lifted up like I weighed nothing. I wasn't given a choice, though. A pair of hands held my head and made me watch as my waist was rendered completely sexless with a thick round bulge covering everything. I had heard the stories - about how people who went into the program developed a life long love of diapers. They even went so far as to call themselves diapersexual. Unable to get off any other way but in a diaper.

"N-no... I don't wanna like my diapers..." I said, my strength returning and I tried to sit up, but was held down by more hands.

"See? He's already calling them his diapers. I don't think he even needs training. He's already a total baby!"

"No! That's not what I-"

"Aww, poor baby is sad cause he's worried he's gonna have to give em up. Don't worry, baby. You'll never have to grow out of your diapees again! We pwomise!"

"Unh..." I tried to bring my legs together only to meet the resistance of the thick garment between them. It did feel good. I began to rub my diapers, feeling the new sensations and they backed off as if by some unspoken rule.

"Let him explore," said one of the guys, in a hushed voice.

I did. I couldn't help myself. All these new sensations had me horny as fuck, and I pawed at the bulge, felt the smooth plastic beneath my hands. I was getting close to cumming. And then, before I knew it, I pushed myself over the edge. "Unhhhhhh!!!!" I yelled, gritting my teeth and arching my back as I came several days' worth of semen into my diaper. It felt so good and it wasn't stopping. It was almost as if... almost as if I was..."

"He's peeing!"

"W-wha?"

"Aww, baby didn't tell us he already needed diaper. Good thing it's part of the uniform."

I fell back, limp again and totally spent. The diaper had swollen with the warm urine that I filled it with. I don't know what they did but I knew it couldn't have been my own idea to do that in front of all of them.

"This has to be a trick... why did I...?"

"You're going to uncover a lot of hidden desires with us, kiddo," said the man who diapered me. "Like how you really just want to be a good little boy. Don't worry, you'll be thanking us before you know it."

I couldn't believe him, but I had another nagging feeling at the back of my mind. What if he's right?