| Title:
| Babyhood Was My Destiny
|
| Name:
| Jimmee
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| Email:
| [email protected]
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| Gender:
| Male
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| Current Age:
| 47
|
| Posting Date:
| 03/07/10
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| 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- White diapers* | ● | 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 |
| | | | 9- Baby paraphernalia | ●
| | *Denotes Deekerian story elements
|
|
| Summary:
|
This is the first part of a true story of how my childhood wetting
experiences led me into long-term babying and eventually a full return
to babyhood.
|
| Deekerian Score (20 is max.)
[?]:
|
11 (55%)
|
As far back as I can remember, I awoke each morning in a soaking wet
state, and almost always, I was in baby diapers and waterproof plastic
baby pants. My mom was always frustrated by my wetting but none of the
standard solutions for my chronic wetting worked. She tried cutting off
fluids at night, promising rewards for dry sheets, and sometimes in
frustration she scolded me and even spanked me, but absolutely nothing
worked. At 5, with kindergarten only two months away I was still fully
diapered all the time, day and night. My only friend was a little 4
year-old named Bobbie who also was still in diapers all the time, so we
played together to avoid the other kids' teasing.
My mom tried all that summer to at least daytime toilet train me but
invariably, I came in from playing outside with sopping wet diapers, so
I guess she decided that she'd have to talk to my soon-to-be teacher
about me going to school in diapers. She knew my diapers would be very
obvious because she only dressed me in cloth diapers and plastic pants.
She only put me in cloth diapers because she was an early
environmentalist and she believed cloth diapering provided far more
absorbency for very heavy wetters like me. She wasn't sure if the
teacher would even let me in the class, but surprisingly, Mrs. Adams
was very sympathetic and told my mom I'd be welcome. The only condition
would be that, if I dirtied my diaper my mom would need to come to
class and change me, but since kindergarten was only 2 1/2 hours every
morning, Mrs. Adams didn't worry that that would be a regular
occurrence.
When the morning of that first day in kindergarten came, I was very
nervous about what school would be like and how the other children
would treat me. My mom, as usual, pinned me nice and tightly in my soft
flannel diapers and then picked my favourite plastic baby pants, the
ones she called my lollidots, and pulled them up over my raised bottom
to cover my diapers. She then bent over so her face was very close to
mine and told me I was mommy's special little boy, her little baby boy,
and then made sure that the tight elastic leg bands of my plastic baby
pants completely covered my thick, absorbent diapers. I was surprised
by her words, but hearing her call herself my mommy was so comforting
that I felt that somehow everything would be okay. She pulled out a
soft blue onesie and after pulling it over my head, she closed each one
of the snaps slowly, all the while smiling at me and telling me what a
good baby I was being. Next she pulled a baby blue and white striped t-
shirt out of the drawer and pulled it over my head, followed by a pair
of long courderoy pants in a soft blue color that were like overalls
because they had shoulder straps. Then she told me to sit on my bed ( a
toddler bed with a double plastic sheet cover on it ) while she put a
pair of white socks on my feet, followed by a pair of brand-new,
completely white running shoes. The shoes had laces and as my mommy did
them up I remember looking down at them and thinking how much they
looked like baby shoes! Once she had finished she rose to her feet and
said, "Okay, sweetie, let�s go! � She put out her hand and lead me out
of my room (my mommy still called it my nursery by the way) to the
front door, stopping only too pick up my little bag of school supplies.
The walk to school was only about 15 minutes, but all the way I felt
like a toddler out for a walk with his mommy. I knew that I was
waddling at least a little and the puffiness of my diapers and plastic
baby pants was obvious, so I was definitely more than a little nervous
as we approached the school. Mrs. Adams was right out front, greeting
all the new 5 year-olds and their parents as they approached. She was
very friendly to my mommy and then smiled at me, knelt down and said to
me �You must be Jimmee; I've heard lots about you already!� I blushed
as my mommy told me to say hello, which I did, and then Mrs. Adams took
my hand. My mommy knew that was her signal to kiss me goodbye, which
she did, and before I knew what had just happened, I was standing in
the middle of my new classroom. I looked around to see what was in this
new room and saw a couple of kids from my neighborhood, two of whom
loved to tease me about my babyness. I was startled to see them even
though I should have known they'd be in my class because they were 5
year-olds too. What happened next did surprise me however - I started
to piss my diapers so much that I could hear my hot pee splashing
against my plastic baby pants. I stood there in stunned silence as I
wet and wet and wet - it seemed as though my peeing would never end! I
started to cry, mostly due to shock I think, and then I tried to turn
and run. However, Mrs. Adams must have seen (and maybe even heard!)
what had happened, because she reached to give me a hug immediately.
She told me I'd be fine and then bending down she whispered in my ear
that she knew my diaper would hold all my pee-pee and that I should go
play with the blocks in the corner. Then she turned to the two boys
watching me and told them to mind their own business and go play with
the puzzles in the corner opposite where I was.
I don't remember any of the rest of that morning but I do remember that
when my mommy came to get me when our class was over, Mrs. Adams told
her what had occurred and that I had been a very good boy the rest of
the time. I guess I didn't wet anymore because mommy didn't change me
till I got home, although she said she couldn't believe how wet I was!
Once she had me in my room she quickly pulled down my wet plastic baby
pants and unpinned my soggy diaper, dropping it in my diaper pail.
After she tenderly wiped my bottom with a warm cloth, she softly
powdered me and then told me to lift my bum-bum so she could put a new
diaper under it. Looking down on me with a big smile on her face, she
tightly pinned my diapers in place, first one side, then the other,
always using two pins on each side to make sure that she had my diapers
securely in place. As she picked up two pair of milky white super size
toddler waterproof plastic baby pants to put on me, she said she
thought that I was going to really like kindergarten and especially
Mrs. Adams as my teacher. After checking to make sure my baby pants
covered my diapers completely, mommy told me to go to the kitchen so
she could get me an after-school treat - my favorite, Oreo cookies and
milk. As I sat there at the kitchen table, I felt myself start to wet,
heavily again it seemed because I seemed to pee for a very long time. I
sat there, happy to be wet, happy to be in diapers and plastic baby
pants, and happy that I liked my kindergarten teacher so much. I was
really hopeful that I would be okay in school, even if I was still kind
of a full-time baby!
I hope you and your readers like my story - it's true and I would love
to share more of my memories with you, if you'd like me to. I have
recently been put back into a 24/7 babyhood lifestyle by a very
determined and loving mommy who has helped me remember my babying past
and why I'm such a baby now.