Summary: A nine-year-old steals his cousin's diapers and uses them. He 
gets caught and gets what he wants. To be turned into a baby.

BABY TIME

	When I was nine-years-old I was small for my age at 46" tall and 
forty pounds I was the size of a four or five-year-old, my name is 
Donny. Mom worked and need to find a baby-sitter for me. When she asked 
my aunt if it would be OK if I stayed at her house and she said it was 
OK that I could play with my cousin Timmy he needed a playmate. But he 
was only two and a half years old.
	Mom asked me if I would like to play with Timmy and I said he is 
just a baby but I would like that if the alternative was day camp. So 
my summer was all planed out. I would be taken to my aunt's house at 
7:30AM Monday through Friday and be picked up at 4:30PM in the evening.
	My first day at my aunt's Timmy and I played and had so much fun 
until his nap time. Then I had to occupy myself playing with his 
toddler toys in the playroom. My aunt was downstairs watching TV while 
I played. I got bored quickly and looked for something to do. I found 
Timmy's diaper changing supplies and got an idea. I always wanted to 
try wearing diapers but was too scared to try.
	I crept down and found my aunt asleep on the sofa and went back 
to the playroom. I removed my shorts and underwear since it was summer 
that is all I had on. I climbed up on the changing table and put on one 
of the Pampers and it fit with room to spare. I got down off the 
changing table and put my underwear and shorts back on.
	I played for about an hour and forgot about the diaper I had on 
then my aunt came in with Timmy and changed his wet nap diaper and put 
him down to play. We played until my mom picked me up and I went home 
still wearing the diaper I took from Timmy's playroom.
	When I got home I removed the diaper and put it under my bed. The 
next morning I put the diaper back on and wore the diaper for my under 
pants. When I was dropped off at my aunt's house no one even noticed I 
had a diaper bulge. I though this was fun they would not find out what 
I was doing.
	Timmy and I played and about a half hour after I was dropped off 
I needed to pee so I thought that sense I was wearing diapers why not 
use them. So I wet my diaper and continued to play with out any one 
knowing. Then at 10:00AM I wet my diaper again. Still no one knew I was 
wet and the diaper held it all.
	It was lunchtime and Timmy was in his highchair and I was sitting 
in a booster seat at the table. I needed to pee so bad but what could I 
do if I wet again the diaper would for sure leak. No matter how hard I 
tried to stop it I wet a third time and the diaper did not leak but I 
has swelled up and I thought my aunt would see it but she paid so much 
attention to Timmy and did not see my condition and I was so glad.
	My aunt sent me to play while Timmy took his nap. I ran to the 
playroom and waited for my aunt to go down stairs so I could get my wet 
diaper off. I watched as my aunt went down stairs so I went to the 
changing table and removed my pants and changed my wet diaper. It felt 
so good to be in a dry diaper. I pulled my pants back up and put the 
wet diaper in the diaper pail with all the other wet diapers. It looked 
just like one of Timmy's. I had got away with it and no one could find 
out what I was doing.
	I did my diaper thing for the next three weeks and was able to 
secretly change my diaper in the bathroom. I started to use three or 
four diapers a day. Because at home I could go buy my own diapers that 
were the same kind as the ones Timmy used. We lived next to a store and 
I could take a supply back to my aunts in my toy bag I thought no one 
would know.
	I was so used to wetting and soon was wetting without thinking 
after another week I started having accidents a home when I was not at 
my aunts. Mom warned me that she was going to make me wear training 
pants if I have more accidents. Then it was Sunday and after three 
accidents Saturday and two already today the third accident happened. 
Mom took me by the hand and led me to my room where she removed my 
clothes and put a pair of training pants on me telling me these are my 
underwear from now on.
	I asked about some pants but she said no, that boys in potty 
training don't need them. I played the rest of the day and had only one 
more accident. That night I woke up like I always do and needed to pee 
so I peed my training pants instead of going to the potty. Mom did not 
say a word about my wet training pants and changed them before 
breakfast.
	When I walked in my aunt's house I saw Timmy dressed in regular 
underwear pulling his own pants up in front of the potty that was in 
the playroom. I had wet my training pants on the way over to my aunt's 
and my aunt saw my problem. She led me to the changing table and 
removed my wet training pants and diapered me. I was so ashamed of 
being diapered in front of my baby cousin I started to cry. My aunt put 
a pacifier in my mouth and told me I better suck it of get spanked.
	When I was put down to play with Timmy he giggled and said baby 
and pointed at me. But soon we were playing just like we always do. 
Just like for the last three weeks I wet my diaper and did not even 
know it. After I wet the second time Timmy walked over to the potty 
chair and used the potty not his pants. That made the chair play music 
and my aunt came to see who used the potty. She was so proud of Timmy 
he was potty trained in two days. She checked my diaper and change me 
just like she did Timmy last week.
	It was lunchtime and I found that I was the one sitting in the 
highchair, not Timmy. I was going to be fed by my aunt while Timmy was 
eating at the table sitting in a booster seat. I had a big problem 
every sense I was three or four I would have to get up and go poop 
after I started to eat lunch. I would have to run to the bathroom or I 
would mess my pants. After the third spoonful of food I need to poop 
just like I do every day before when I eat lunch. When I tried to tell 
my aunt what I needed she had another spoonful of food in my open 
mouth. I was squirming and trying to hold my poop in but poop was 
slipping into my diaper I could not stop it.
	I was now sitting in a highchair being fed lunch wearing a wet 
and messy diaper just like Timmy did last week. After lunch my aunt 
cleaned up my messy face and removed my bib. My aunt told Timmy Donny 
needs his messy diaper changed and asked him if he wanted to help. He 
said. Yes.
	My aunt carried me to Timmy's bedroom where I saw a big boy bed 
and a crib. My aunt spread a changing mat on the big boy bed and told 
Timmy to pull the tapes loose from my diaper. I started to cry so Timmy 
put on of his old pacifiers in my mouth. I spit it out and cried 
louder. My aunt told me I better keep it in my mouth or I would get a 
bare bottom spanking. I refused to have it put back in my mouth. My 
aunt showed Timmy how messy my bottom was as she cleaned my mess up. 
After she had me all cleaned up she put me over her knee and started to 
spank me I was crying with the second spank. After the tenth spank she 
put me back on the changing mat and finished my diaper change. She 
handed Timmy a wipe and told him to wash his hands. He cleaned his 
hands and said Donny looks funny wear my diapers.
	My aunt picked me up and put me in the crib and put the pacifier 
in my mouth and told me to take my nap. I cried as I took the pacifier 
and started to suck on it. Timmy took his nap in the big boy bed he had 
not used the crib in over three months. I cried sucking my pacifier and 
soon was asleep. Two hours later my aunt woke me by changing my wet 
diaper after all I was a bed wetter but mom did not make me wear 
diapers.
	Timmy was having fun with me now that I was treated like a baby 
not him, he was a big boy and he was proud of his independence. My aunt 
told me that my mom found my secret place where I hid my diapers at 
home and they knew I was using diapers for three weeks now. That since 
I wanted to wear and use diapers in secret there is no reason to hide 
it now. She told me to go play and have fun. I asked about my clothes 
she told me diaper boys don't need clothes like big boys do.
	I went to the playroom wearing just diapers like Timmy did last 
week. I was wet within an hour and do not remember wetting. I was not 
potty trained well enough to get my underwear back because of the last 
three weeks I have been just wetting whenever I need to. My aunt told 
me she would have Timmy help potty train me in about six weeks.
	I spent the next six weeks being treated like a diaper baby using 
all the baby thing my mom and aunt could find. My cousin had fun too in 
three days of training he could change my wet diapers and after one 
week of training he could change my messy diapers, too. After every 
diaper change he would wash my hands and then wash his too.
	At the end of six weeks I was so used to using diapers for my 
potty needs it was automatic for me to just wet or mess when ever I 
needed to without thinking just like a baby. I was wetting two or three 
times a night and at every nap. My aunt told me she can not potty train 
a real baby and until I can stay dry for two hours I was a real baby.
	It was my tenth birthday and my aunt had a little party for me 
she invited twin boys from next door. They were about Timmy's age and 
they were potty trained just like Timmy. Their names were Billy and 
Bobby. We played together before and they treated me like a little 
brother. They even brought me gift to open after we ate cake.
	I was sat in my highchair and given cake on my tray but nothing 
to eat it with but my hands. I ended up with icing all over my bib , 
face and everywhere. I looked like a one-year-old at his first 
birthday. Every one was laughing I just ignored them and continued 
eating. I wet and messed my diaper without knowing what I was doing. 
Billy said the baby smells like he pooped. I was so ashamed I started 
to cry so my aunt cleaned my face and removed my bib and put my 
pacifier in my mouth. She told everyone it was baby's naptime.
	After my diaper change I was in my crib sucking my pacifier and 
soon was asleep. My tenth birthday was just like my first birthday. 
When I woke up I was aloud to open my gifts. I got a new pacifier from 
Billy and a baby bottle with my name on it from Bobby. My cousin got me 
a T-shirt that snapped at the bottom to hide my diaper, he, he. My aunt 
got me a short-tall with snaps in the crotch the first I have worn big 
boy clothes in six weeks.
	My aunt took me in my cousin's bedroom and changed my diaper and 
dressed me in the clothes. On the way out to play I looked in the 
mirror. What I saw didn't look like me it looked like a big baby with a 
big diaper bulge. But as I walked I could tell it was me and started to 
cry again. So my aunt snapped a pacifier keeper to my short-tall and 
put the pacifier in my mouth. I waked out to start to play with my 
cousin and his friends.
	They would not let me do things with them, they would say not for 
babies and leave me out of the play. I started to cry sucking my 
pacifier and walked to the sandbox and started to play by myself. I was 
have fun building things when Bobby walked over to the things I was 
building and stepped on them. That made me cry so loud my aunt came out 
and asked what happened. I tried to tell her what Bobby did but was 
crying so much I could not talk. My aunt checked my diaper and found it 
wet and said time for a diaper change.
	After my diaper change I played in the house sitting in the 
playpen with toddler toys. It began to be fun because no one would 
bother me when I played in there. I was now treated just like a baby by 
everyone, even other kids. If the other kids were also wearing diapers 
we played well together. But if the other kids were potty trained they 
left me out of their play.
	All summer long I was treated like a baby and used all the baby 
things that Timmy no longer needed like his crib, highchair, playpen, 
toys, and any other my mom and aunt thought I needed. It's been eleven 
weeks since I was allowed to wear under pants and use the potty. It has 
been so long that I had got used to just wetting and messing my diaper. 
I would we 19 to 20 times in a day. My bladder was so small before my 
baby treatment I needed to use the bathroom every forty minutes to one 
hour. But now I did not have to wait until I got to the potty I could 
just go where I was.
	But now I have a real problem school; it was starting tomorrow. 
What could I do I did not want to go to school wear diapers? Mom told 
me I could take a test to see if I could stay home and my aunt would 
teach me instead.
	I took the test; it lasted four and a half hours and placed in 
the ninth grade. Mom was surprised and told me I could stay home and be 
home-schooled. I was a ten-year-old baby with only baby things to do 
except two hours a day my aunt would teach me schoolwork. By the end of 
the schoolwork I would be soaked. Timmy was learning too; he could read 
at the first-grade level. He was only three and a half years old.
	After a long winter and Christmas where I received a lot of baby 
items I was more of a baby that I knew I was. My schoolwork stopped 
after I took the high school graduation test and passed. I was book 
smart but socially I was still a baby. I was wetting as many diapers as 
a fifteen month old and my aunt did not mind caring for me sense Timmy 
was able to change most of my diapers.
	It was summertime again and I had to play outside wearing only 
diapers but by now I was so use to them it did not bother me. My aunt 
asked Timmy if he wanted to potty train the baby. He said. Baby Donny 
is just a baby and can't hold his pee long enough. I said. I can hold 
my pee long enough. She told me she would let Timmy potty train me but 
I would have to go to nursery school for the next three months. I 
agreed and the following day I was sent to nursery school with Timmy.
	I was dressed in cloth training pants after I ate my breakfast. 
Then Timmy and I were led to the nursery school across the street from 
my aunt's house. I was led to where the toddler class was and Timmy and 
I started to play with the other kids. But within ten minutes after my 
aunt left I had an accident and wet my training pants. The other kids 
teased me until Miss. Jones came to my rescue. She had my training 
changed and the other kids were told not to tease me. But within a half 
hour I was wet again and then led to another room.
	This room had cribs, highchairs, and playpens. It was a real 
nursery and the other kids were real babies. Now I was a real baby, 
too. Although I was ten-years-old and the size of a five-year-old. I 
was still just a baby and needed cared for just like a baby. I needed 
fed, changed, and watched over just like a baby. I liked pacifiers and 
bottles they made me feel so relaxed. My diapers were all the time 
getting wet or messy and I don't know how or when. I liked to play with 
babies because they do not tease me. While in my playpen I feel so safe 
and relaxed just like in my crib.
	My life was naps, diaper changes, feedings, bathing before bed 
and play times. I would cry when I want something bottle, toy, diaper 
change or something else. I was as much a baby as any baby in my class. 
It became so much a habit that by the time I was twelve I had to go to 
a class for retarded kids because I was to old for nursery school. I 
fit in with these kids sense I was after all just a big baby. This 
class was no different than nursery school. Except I was not aloud to 
walk around I had to crawl and to limit my access to things that might 
hurt me.
	To make sure I did not stand up I had to wear clothes that did 
not allow me to stand up. By the time I was thirteen I crawled all the 
time and did not stand up even when I was dressed in regular toddler 
clothes. My mom told me my life is now that of a baby forever that I 
don't have to do anything but baby things. I have not matured socially 
enough to know anything else but being a baby.