| Title:
| Baby Boy Donny
|
| Name:
| diapie35
|
| Email:
| Not given
|
| Gender:
| Male
|
| Current Age:
| Not given
|
| Posting Date:
| 05/03/09
|
| Story Contents:
|
| A- Post-toddler (4-8)* | | R- Sisters, other girls* | ●
| | B- Pre-teen (9-12)* | ● | S- Babysitters |
| | C- Teen (13-17) | | T- Masturbation |
| | D- Adult (18+) | | U- Sexual situations |
| | E- Cloth diapers* | | V- Gay |
| | F- Disposable diapers | ● | W- Erections |
| | G- Pee | ● | X- Bedwetting | ●
| | H- Poop* | ● | Y- Accidents | ●
| | I- Exposed diapers/pantslessness* | | Z- Punishment/Diaper Discipline | ●
| | J- Multiple diapers* | | 1- Female Domination* |
| | K- Baby paraphernalia | | 2- Enemas |
| | L- Mother | ● | 3- Restraints | ●
| | M- Father | | 4- Crying | ●
| | N- Aunt | | 5- Spanking | ●
| | O- Uncle | | 6- Humiliation | ●
| | P- Brothers (diapered) | ● | 7- Babying | ●
| | Q- Brothers (not diapered) | | 8- Regression | ●
| | *Denotes Deekerian story elements
|
|
| Summary:
|
Boy is teased and wets his pants. His mom puts him back into diapers and babies him until
he turns into a real baby.
|
My name is Donny and I am 8 years old. I was potty trained by the age
of 5, very late and not really successfully. I still had many
bedwetting accidents at night but I could hide my wet PJs from my older
sister Judy who is 16. My mum had enough troubles with my little
brother Billy to get potty trained. He was two years old and mum didn�t
want him to have such problems I had and wanted to potty train him
earlier than me. I really had luck that I had my own room and didn�t
have to share it with my brother or somebody else, so my wet sheets and
PJs remained as a secret. We were quite rich since my dad died in an
accident last year and he left us a big amount of money so my mum
didn�t have to work. We lived in a big house at the city boarder where
hardly any people lived and I was always very lonely.
For an 8-year-old I was very small, just the size of a three-year-old
toddler and everyone teased me in school because of that. I also still
fit into the clothes Billy was wearing and sometimes I just wore his
toddler clothes to school because they got mixed up when mum did the
laundry. These clothes had snaps on the crotch to make it easy to
change the baby�s diapers and I often realized in school that I wore
them but then it was too late and everyone teased me about that. I
always started to cry loudly and got punished by the teachers for
making such a noise in school. Then my mum had to come to school and
had a talk with the principal about my misbehavior. At home I normally
got punished, too, continued crying in my room, went to bed where I had
a nightmare about school and wet my bed like every night.
The problem this time was that I didn�t wake up the next morning alone,
so mum sent my sister to wake me up. When Judy came into my room and
woke me up, she saw my wet PJs and bed and called mum. Mum got very mad
with me, laid me on her knee and gave me a bare bottom spanking for
making such a mess. �Seems like we have a little baby in the house!
Let�s hope that this was just an accident!� I had to change my clothes
and then I went to the kitchen where the breakfast was waiting for me.
In school my sister told everyone about my wetting accident this night
and I was really embarrassed because everybody called me �Baby Donny�
and teased me worse than normal. I started to cry and wanted to run to
the toilet because I felt a sudden urge to pee. Right in front of the
toilet the bullies who always teased me where waiting for me and didn�t
let me enter the toilet. �Please, I have to go!� I screamed loudly but
they just said, �What�s the matter, Baby Donny! Does somebody have to
use the toilet? Why don�t you use your pants like you always do?� I
started to cry and wanted to call a teacher but before I could do that
I felt my pants getting wet. I couldn�t hold it any longer. I was just
wetting my pants in front of these bullies. They couldn�t believe their
eyes and shouted, �Look! Baby Donny really peed his pants! He�s more a
baby than I thought!� I ran away crying but before I could leave the
school a teacher grabbed my hand. �Donny! What did you do now? Wet your
pants? Let�s go to the principal!� I was sent to the principal where I
had to wait sitting in my wet pants for my mother to come and pick me
up.
When my mum came in surprisingly she wasn�t angry with me. She just
grabbed my hand, led me to the car and drove me home. There she took me
to my brother�s room which was a real nursery. He still slept in a
crib, played in a playpen and used everything a good baby would use.
Mum put me on my brother�s changing table, took off my clothes and told
me to wait a bit. I was naked sitting there and was wondering myself
what would happen next.
I really was shocked when mum came back with one of my brother�s
diapers in her hand, baby powder and baby wipes. I knew who would be
dressed in this diaper soon. I started to scream and cry, �I don�t
wanna wear a diaper! Just babies wear diapers!�, but mum just said, �if
you wet your pants like a baby and cry all the time like a baby you
should be treated like a baby too! Now lay down and be quiet!� My
screaming was so loud that my sister heard it and came into the room
with my little baby brother. She began to laugh as she saw mum
diapering me and me crying. Even my little brother giggled through his
pacifier and pointed at me although he was wearing a diaper, too. My
sister said, �Oh what a cute baby do we have here! Did you wet your
pants? A diaper will it make better!� I started crying even louder so
mum took one of Billy�s pacifiers and put it into my mouth. I wanted to
spit it out but mum was holding it until I calmed down and began to
suck on the pacifier. Then mum closed my diaper and dressed me into a
baby blue footed sleeper that was zipped up at the back and had mittens
so I couldn�t grab anything and couldn�t release myself. I was trapped.
When I was ready my mom carried me to my brother�s playpen and set me
into it. I was still crying a bit and tried wanted to get out of the
playpen but when I tried to stand up I immediately fell down again
because the sleeper didn�t allow me to stretch my feet and hands enough
and kept them bended. So I had to sit in the playpen and had to wait
for someone to pick me out of it.
Now my mum checked Billy�s diaper. �Let�s see now if my little boy has
a dry diaper!� She put him on the changing table and unsnapped his
sleeper to expose his diaper. The she opened the diaper and found it
soaked. �Billy! I can�t give you pull-ups if you don�t manage stay dry
for two hours!� Billy knew that his mother was angry with him and
started to whimper through his pacifier while mum was changing his
diaper, closed the sleeper and put him in the playpen as well. �Now
play! My cute little ones!�, said my mum and left me and my baby
brother alone in the playpen.
There was actually no difference between me and Billy. We both were
diapered babies, were very small which was normal for Billy because he
was just two years old but not for me, both of us were wearing a
sleeper and had a pacifier in our mouth. I realized that I was just
equal to Billy and started playing with him with the toddler toys which
were in the playpen. Then I started to cry again because I wanted to
play with the fisher prize cars too but I couldn�t grab them with the
thick mittens on my hands but Billy could. He was much younger than me
but had more freedom. He could grab what he wanted and could walk
because his sleeper wasn�t as small as mine. My pacifier fell out of my
mouth and I screamed, �Mum! I don�t wanna be a baby any more! I learned
my lesson! I won�t pee my pants any more!� Then my sister came in and
tried to calm me down, �There, there baby! Everything�s alright! Now
calm down and suck on your dummy!� She tried to replace the pacifier
into my mouth but I wouldn�t open it so Judy called mum who took me out
of the playpen and spanked me harder than before until I opened my
mouth and in went the pacifier. My mum took a pacifier keeper and
clipped it to my sleeve so I wouldn�t loose my pacifier again if it
fell out of my mouth. She then carried me on her hands to the kitchen
and sat me into my brother�s highchair and fastened the restraints for
the waists, the breast and between my legs and put the tray in place so
I had no chance to get out of it. Now Judy put a bib around my neck,
took a jar of baby food pulled out the pacifier and started feeding me
the baby food. It didn�t taste good but I had no chance and had to eat
it. My sister was a bit to fast for me and made a mess on my face. Then
she prepared a baby bottle of formula for me and put it on the tray and
told me to drink it or I wouldn�t get out of the highchair. I tried to
grab the bottle but with the mittens on my hand it was impossible for
me. Finally my sister took the bottle and held it for me while I was
drinking the baby formula. While I was sucking on the baby bottle I
felt an urge to pee and tried to tell my sister but I had to suck the
bottle first before I was able to speak again.
After finishing the bottle I tried to tell my sister that I had to go
to the potty, �Judy, I have to pee!� but my sister just smiled at me
and put my pacifier back into my mouth. �Does the little baby have to
pee? But little babies don�t use the potty! Little babies use their
diapers! Now be a good baby and do what a good baby does!� My sister
wanted me to pee my diaper because she wanted to continue treating me
like a baby. That was kind of fun for her. She knew that my mum would
let me use the potty if I needed to but she wasn�t in the kitchen and
so I was helpless. With the pacifier in my mouth I couldn�t call mum
and when I tried to spit it out my sister quickly put it back into my
mouth. Now my sister said, �Mum, can I go for a walk with Donny?� -
�Yes of course my dear! If he wants to!� � �Of course he wants!� lied
my sister and carried me to the wardrobe where Billy�s stroller was. It
was a baby blue one and quite big so little diaper boys of my size had
plenty of space. You also could adjust the belts of this stroller and
put the seat back so that the baby had to lay strapped into the
stroller. And that�s what my sister did to me. She put me into the
stroller, fastened the belts and I could just lay there and suck my
pacifier. I couldn�t even see where my sister pushed me to but when I
saw some trees above I knew that we were in the park. There my sister
stopped at a bench and started baby talk with me, �Hey little one! Did
you already wet your diapies?� I wanted to get out of the stroller but
I was strapped in and had no chance to escape and struggled a bit. �Oh
I see! Bad baby! Judy is really angry with you! You have to pee your
diapie to get out of the stroller!� I was holding my pee all the time
and really had to go potty. When my sister started pushing the stroller
again I also felt that I had to poop but I had no chance to use the
potty. Then we were in front of our house and my sister knew that my
mom would immediately check my diapers and if she found them dry she
would give me back my big boy pants. I knew that and tried to hold it
stronger but then my sister started tickling me and I had to laugh and
lost my concentration and suddenly also the control over my pee and
poop and everything just went into my diaper. My sister smelled what I
had done and was satisfied, �Bad baby! Baby needed such a long time for
doing that but now baby noticed that baby is just a baby and needs to
be diapered by Judy and mummy!� I started to cry through my pacifier
and was pushed into the house where my mum was waiting. When she
smelled my full diapers she got very mad with me, �Mummy thought that
Donny can be a big boy again but mummy was wrong! Now baby has to stay
in diapers and be a baby for at least a week before mummy can start to
potty train baby!� I cried and was unstrapped and Judy took me out of
the stroller. Then she carried me to the nursery where she put me into
Billy�s crib. �For pooping baby�s diapie baby has to stay that night in
dirty diapies!� she said and left me alone. Billy was standing outside
of the crib and giggled and pointed at me and said �Baby Donny!�
That was so humiliating. Being called �Baby Donny� by my two year old
baby brother. Then I noticed that Billy wasn�t wearing his sleeper but
just a T-shirt and a pull-up. I was surprised that he was out of
diapers. Then mum came in. �Billy was a good big boy today. He stayed
dry for two hours. So he wears pull-ups now. But you, little stinky
diaper baby peed and pooped your diaper like a real baby, so you�re
gonna be treated like a real baby for at least a week! Now sleep,
little baby! It�s baby�s bedtime!�
It was just six, but this was Billy�s bedtime normally, not mine. I was
aloe now in the nursery sitting in a crib in a full diaper sucking a
pacifier and had no chance to get out. After some time I got tired and
fell asleep.
The next morning I woke up on the changing table still sucking my
pacifier. Mum wiped all the poop off my butt, powdered me and put me
into a fresh diaper. Then she carried me to the kitchen where I was
again strapped into the highchair and was feed baby food. I saw my
brother eating in my booster seat wearing regular big boy clothes. I
lost all my big boy rights just because of my sister who was smiling at
me and knew that she was in charge of doing to me what she wanted.
After finishing breakfast my mom carried me to the car and strapped me
into Billy�s car seat where I was as trapped as in all the other baby
things they put me in. I couldn�t release myself and had to wait for
someone to release me. I just set there and sucked on my pacifier which
I really began to like because it felt very relaxing. My mum drove to
my school and parked the car. I thought, �Oh no, please not to school!�
Mum put me into the stroller, fastened the belts and strolled me to the
school to the principal�s office. There she told the principal that I
wouldn�t be able to go to school any more and that she will teach me at
home since she was a teacher once.
While mum was talking to the principal she left me strapped into my
stroller on the school floor. Suddenly the bell rang and all the
students came out of the classes. My sister came too, saw me and
brought all her friends with her to see her little 8-year-old baby
brother. All the girls said how cute I look and that I was the cutest
baby they have ever seen.
Then the bullies came who were teasing me all the time and at first
didn�t recognize me, but then they heard my sister talking about me and
came over to the stroller and started teasing me, �Hey, baby Donny, now
you are a real baby!� Then my mum came out again and strolled me back
to the car where she put me in Billy�s car seat again and drove me
home.
My life as a baby continued that way. I was just peeing and pooping in
my diapers what got normal after some time because my sister always
forced me to use my diapers, so mum kept diapering me. After three
weeks of being a baby I lost all control over my bladder and it just
came out whenever it needed to. I couldn�t hold it and was a totally
diaper depending toddler. I wasn�t allowed to do anything big boys
where allowed to do. Just playing with baby toys in my playpen what was
difficult for me because of my mittens, just crawling around, no
walking or talking, I always had my pacifier in my mouth and began to
cry whenever it fell out of my mouth because it was the only thing that
gave me comfort, I always slept in a crib and was sucking my night
bottle of formula before falling asleep. As soon as I fell asleep Judy
replaced my bottle with my pacifier and I started sucking it
automatically while I was sleeping. When I went to some place with mum
I always sat in the car seat and then was strapped into the stroller
but never allowed to walk myself what was impossible for me anyway. I
began to really act like a baby, especially when I was out in public in
my stroller. I also just watched baby programs on TV and danced and
clapped my hands to the baby music. When mum thought me school work two
hours a day I sat in Billy�s old walker and couldn�t move.
While I was turning into a real baby, Billy was turning more and more
into a big boy. By the time I was 9 and he was three he was totally
potty trained and wore my big boy clothes I didn�t need any more. He
was allowed to do everything a big boy could do. I was just a baby.
To be continued...