The next night I was surprised at the quick response by my Mom with a device to prevent me from playing with myself. They were heavily quilted cotton panties. Tight elastic was on the legs and the waist was secured with a drawstring that my Mom tied in the back. They worked for about a week, finally I found a way to untie the knot, with the excuse that I had to go to the bathroom. Undaunted by her initial failure my Mom came up with a new approach, I would wear locking plastic pants and diapers!

Her first attempt at plastic pants was a pair with a draw string at the waist. The string was soon replaced with a narrow strip of cloth, run through where the string had been. It had eyelet's near it's ends. Through the eyelet's she would fasten a small lock. When the plastic pants were locked over the diapers, I could not get my hand inside the waist, nor could I wriggle out of them to reach my clitoris. After a few times waking my Mom to unlock me in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom she finally said; "You have diapers on, just wet them, let's just say it's part of your punishment for what you did. "So I did, wet them that is!"

Later I tried to complain about how having the lock in the small of my back made it difficult to sleep on my back. But no luck, in a few days I had a new pair of locking plastic pants! These had two locks, each just in front of and above the front of my hips. The plastic pants were made of a plastic coated nylon with the plastic on the inside. The leg holes were designed to be just slightly larger than my legs with the rest taken up by elastic to make for a snug fit. The overall style was very blousy or big, to taper them to my waist they had V shaped cuts below the locks, that would be snapped closed. But what was snapped could be unsnapped! I would then slip my hand inside the plastic pants, inside the quilted diapers and still play with myself.

You won't believe this but she found about this too. Her next move was to make and have me wear a pair of "over" diapers as she called them. These were sort of a padded panty with a zipper up the back. She made a few of them in various pastel colors an even a few out of printed material. How they were made is like this; a pair of panties, large enough to fit over the quilted cotton diapers, two layers of foam rubber shaped like a panty, and an outer layer of cotton material, the whole thing zipped up my behind. She made a few of them with varying thickness of foam sandwiched inside. She also made more of the locking plastic pants, somewhat larger to fit over the new "over" diapers. When I wore the diapers, "over"diapers and plastic pants, the lower part of my body seemed like a ball!

But I adapted, I found that while wearing the quilted diapers, the foam filled "over" diapers and locking plastic pants, I was able to lay on a pillow and rock on my belly, this would eventually work a fold of my quilted diapers up against my clitty and I could still climax! Soon I found that I loved to be diapered in this strange way for this reason.

I guess that is where it all started, my fixation of being locked in a garment or restraining device that outwardly changed the size and shape of my body and would prevent me from directly stimulating myself with my hands.

My Mom changed jobs, now she had to work nights from nine P.M. to five A.M. and I forgot to mention that my dad died when I was much younger. So I now had a sitter that slept over five and sometimes six nights a week. My Mom would get me ready for bed at about eight P.M. I would go to bed just as she was leaving for work and the sitter came in. Usually I would wear my "Dr. Denton" pj's to bed. This presented the unique opportunity to use my imagination on making my body larger in outward appearances. I would stuff small pillows and some of my stuffed animals into the pj's with me and my padded behind. evidently my Mom started to attend exercise classes, because one day I saw her leotards and tights hanging in the laundry room. Hummmm. I thought, they were larger than my pj's maybe I should try them out for my stuffing fantasies. Well, I did try them out and became addicted to them, I found that I could stuff whole bed pillows into them with me! It was neat! it made my body look and feel so huge, I would imagine that not only was I locked into my diapers and plastic pants, but also into the stuffed tards'! That's when I got caught at it. I was trying to stuff into a one piece knit body stocking, of my moms, more than possible.

It happened like this, you see my Mom got this one piece black knit body stocking that had a turtle neck and a zipper up the back. First I pinned the split crotch closed with safety pins and then put it on, managing to stuff a blanket, (up one leg and down the other) a quilt, (around the trunk of my body), and several bed pillows (Across my behind, in front and between my legs), into it with me. Little did I know while I was pulling up the zipper, it had snagged a piece of the quilt! Well, I waddled to my bed, sort-of flopped into it, got myself covered and rocked on my belly in this grossly overstuffed garment to several fantastic orgasms. When I was too tired to come any more, I tried to unzip myself from my self inflicted confinement. The zipper would only go down a few inches! I tried again and again to no avail, finally exhausted I cried myself to sleep to be discovered by my Mom in the morning! At first she hollered then laughed and finally just sat down on the edge of my bed and asked what I was trying to prove.

Finally through the tears I stammered; "I wondered what it would feel like to be in a sort-of big padded thing, like my diaper, all over my body."

"And how did you like it?" She said. "I kind-of liked it." "How does it feel?" "A kind-of secure feeling, like I'm all wrapped up inside a pillow."

"And you got stuck, well lets get you out of it." She said and giggled while she helped me take it off. Well, I got punished for that and sternly warned not to ever try-on anything of hers again.

I thought the incident was closed, but in a few weeks she surprised me with something she had made. She called it a "Pillow Sleeper." It looked like a huge pillow. Which in fact it was, with me as part of the stuffing when it was on me? There was a body shaped compartment inside it, that let my feet and legs, (up to my knees), come out one end, and my head out the other. My arms could either stick out the edges or be put inside there own sleeve like pockets inside the pillow so I could neither pull them out nor touch any other part of my body. It had one zipper, part way up the back, that I could not reach. Over this she had me wear an enormous pillow sham she had made out of a satin-like material.

This was a dream come true, I had my much sought after bulky confinement, my diapers and my Mom made it for me!

The extent of my mom's inventiveness was proven when she started discussing Halloween costumes and what she wanted to make for me. She said since I liked being in "plump" costumes she would use this train of thought to make me into a "Pumpkin"!

It took her several weeks and several approaches to arrive at a finalized version of my costume. The costume was made of orange leather-like material with a lining of two inch foam rubber glued to the inside. It had holes for my legs, arms and neck. I stepped into it and she pulled up a zipper on the back. The biggest problem she had was in getting the costume to stay "plump." It wanted to sag so that I was pear shaped. She tried stuffing pillows inside with me, but it became too heavy and sagged worse. Crumbled newspapers did not seemed to work, but after walking in the costume they tended to settle and again I was pear shaped. She even tried to fill the costume with crinolines but they too settled. Finally she found two huge inflatable beach balls. They were about four feet across when inflated, that was lust about the size of my costume, but how was I to get inside the beachball without cutting it. Otherwise how could she inflate it if it had holes for me to get inside it? Well, she made another ball shaped liner for the costume with two compartments for the beachballs, one in the front and one in the back. She put the balls into the liner's compartments attached them together with that clear plastic tubing like we had on our aquarium at a "T."

About a week before Halloween, we were going to have a sort of dress rehearsal for the PTAs sponsored Halloween party, so she first diapered me. I protested, but was convinced that even though I had never gone out in my diapers and plastic pants, no-one would see them inside the costume. Besides it would be next to impossible to take the costume off to go to the bathroom. Next she put a pair of orange tights on me right over my well diapered behind. Then an orange long sleeved leotard, followed by the liner that contained the beachballs. Finally she helped me wiggle into the costume and zipped up the back. She started blowing into the piece of tubing that connected to the beach balls.

"Mom, why don't you just borrow the air pump from the fish tank and let it blow them up?" I asked. "Good idea." She said, and went to get it. Soon she had it attached to the end of the tubing and had it plugged in. While it was slowly filling up the balls she put a pair of my old shoes, that she had spray painted orange, on my feet and put a hat, made out of foam leaves, spray painted green, on my head.

Next the phone rang, she went to answer it and left me to slowly inflate by the air pump. After about ten minutes, the costume was well rounded. I thought of calling to her, but thought better of it. She does not like to be disturbed when she's on the phone. The air pump kept right on pumping and soon I began to feel the pressure. The beach balls were slowly squeezing the breath out of me! What a wonderful feeling of confinement! Finally my Mom returned and said;

"Sorry, you must be over filled!" And turned off the pump.

"I am, sort-of, but let me see how it is for a while. O.K.?"

She agreed, and left my room. It was neat! I could barely walk around my room so I wanted to go into the living room where there was more room to walk. One problem. I was too big for the doorway! I got stuck! My Mom answered my plea for help by trying to pull me through the doorway really getting me stuck!

Again the phone rang, as she went to answer it she said to wait right there. No kidding, where was I going? But anyhow I was going to try and get unstuck. I thought I was almost out when I heard the air pump fall off the chair in my room and start up! It was still attached to me and my costume! The fact I was stuck in the doorway and the air pump running made me panic a little. I wriggled as the pressure increased. Again a fold of my diaper found its way against my clitty and my panic and wriggling along with the increasing pressure brought me to such a thunderous orgasm that I cried out-loud!

My Mom came running to see what was the matter and in a panic filled instant pushed me back into my room freeing me from the doorway. As I literally "Bounced" into my room I wet my diapers! It seemed I had lost all control, I couldn't stop the flow!

My Mom quickly disconnected the air line from the pump and shut it off again. The sound of the air rushing out of the tubing was like a soft whistle. As I half lay or half sat where I bounced, my Mom asked if I was all right.

All I said was; "Can we do that again?"

She started laughing so hard that she got the hiccups! It seemed forever to get the costume deflated and my Mom upon finding out I had wet, just said how right she was about the diapers.

On Halloween, She brought my costume the school where the party was to take place and dressed and inflated me in the teachers lounge. Not nearly as much this time though. I was late in getting to the party because of this and the fact I could not walk down the stairs to the hall. (A teacher and my Mom literally carried me down them.)