Big Baby Donny

Summary: How a boy gets diapered by his mother and little brothers and 
finally turned into what they want-- a big baby.

My name is Donny. I am 13-years-old. I have three brothers, all younger 
than me. Frank is 11-years-old, Billy and Bobby are 9-year-old twins. I 
have a problem. I am still the baby of the family wearing diapers, 
using baby things and having to do what my brothers tell me to do. They 
keep my diapers changed when I wet and mess them so I am happy to do 
what they want; after all I am the baby.

It all started when I turned seven June tenth one day after I passed to 
the fourth grade. I tried to tell my mom I was too big to sleep with my 
baby brothers. I was the oldest and I should be allowed to have my own 
room. I told her I was not going to sleep with the babies anymore. I 
have been potty trained since I was seventeen months old and was very 
independent and bossy. She told me she was the boss and I would do what 
she told me to do. I said, "I don't like to be with babies all the 
time." She told me it would be okay for me to sleep in my own room if I 
did one last thing. I asked, "What?" She told me while my brothers were 
next door playing and she was out back planting flowers I would have to 
move my own clothes and toys into the empty bedroom with the bunk beds. 
Then get all of Billy's and Bobby's diapers and plastic and any other 
baby clothes I could find into the empty box she had put in my new 
room. Then put the box back in my new room. I asked, "Why in my room?" 
She said there is more room in my new room and she would take them away 
before bedtime.

I ran to my old room and grabbed my clothes, and after many trips back 
and forth I had my clothes and toys in my new room. I grabbed the empty 
box and took it back to my brother's room and started grabbing the 
diapers and plastic pants. I was still small for a seven-year-old and 
the feel of plastic pants got to me. I had an idea-- maybe I could try 
to wear these diapers and plastic pants before mom got rid of all of 
them. I looked out the window and mom was still planting her flowers. I 
ran back to my brother's room where there were two sets of bunk beds 
and a crib. The crib was a hospital stainless steel one she had bought 
from her work. She worked at a hospital supply place. She had it 
because Billy still wet the bed until last month. That is why mom kept 
the crib, telling him if he did not stop he would be back to sleeping 
in it.

I grabbed a handful of diapers, some pins and the nice new pair of 
plastic pants that felt so good and threw them I the crib. I climbed in 
the crib and had three thick diapers pinned on just like I did for 
Billy when he was still wetting his pants. Then I slowly pulled up the 
plastic pants. I thought at first they would be too small but even with 
the triple thick diaper they went on smoothly and still puffed out just 
like when Billy had them on. I raised the side of the crib and lay back 
and relaxed. I found a pacifier, which I started to suck and before I 
knew it I fell asleep.

Mom had kept my secret of still wetting my bed from my brothers even 
though we shared the same room. She let me use Goodnites. But now when 
she found me asleep in the crib she called my brothers in the room to 
look at their baby brother sleeping in his bed, or should I say crib. I 
woke up to my brothers laughing. What could I do? I had wet my diaper 
while I took my nap and could not explain why I did it to my brothers. 
Mom told them I have been a bedwetter all my life, and from now on 
Donny is going to be sleeping in his crib in his own room.

"You big boys will not have your room smelling like a nursery." She 
picked me up and carried me to the changing table and changed my wet 
diaper. I protested, kicked and screamed, but it did no good. Mom had 
me all diapered and dressed in a playsuit that zipped up the back so I 
could not remove my clothes. Mom put me on the floor and I kicked and 
screamed and tried to get my baby clothes off. Everyone left as I was 
fighting to get my new clothes off.

About twenty minutes later I walked out of the room sadly wearing my 
new clothes. I could hear my plastic pants crackling with every step. I 
looked in the mirror in the hallway. I looked just like Billy or Bobby 
did when they were still wearing diapers.

As I walked into the kitchen mom said, "there's our little boy." I was 
mad, I shot back, "shut up, dummy." Mom grabbed me and I was over her 
knee getting whacked with her hand. At first I did not feel much pain 
but after about six whacks. I was whimpering at ten; I was crying after 
twenty. I was crying so hard I did not realize she had me strapped in 
my brother's old highchair. She put the tray in place and tied a bib 
around my neck telling me I better be a good baby or I would get more 
where that came from. She put three jars of baby food down on the table 
and told Billy it was his turn to feed the baby. Billy stood on his 
chair and had a spoonful of baby food held to my mouth. I was not going 
to eat it. He tried to get me to open my mouth but the food just 
smeared on my face. Then another spoonful was on my face; it felt bad, 
so the next spoonful I opened my mouth and began to eat. After my baby 
food meal mom handed Bobby a baby bottle and told him to hold it while 
I drank it. He tried to put it in my mouth again I refused but after he 
squeezed the bottle the formula was dripping down my chest I opened my 
mouth and began to suck on the nipple.

After lunch it was past naptime for my brothers, so mom told them to go 
to their room and take their nap. Mom cleaned my face and hands and put 
me in the playpen she had brought in from the garage. She told me to 
play here since I already had my nap. There were all kinds of toddler 
toys but no big boy toys. I told mom to take me out of here, that this 
was for babies. She told me to get myself out since I was a big boy. 
The playpen dad built was for my twin brothers and was four feet high 
with netting on the top and a gate that can only be opened with a key 
that mom had. I started to cry, so mom pinned a pacifier on a ribbon to 
my playsuit sleeve. Then she put the pacifier in my mouth, quieting me 
at once. She told me if I don't want another spanking I's better keep 
sucking my binky like a good baby. Mom said, "I don't want to hear a 
word out of you or you will get spanked."

Mom had left the room and I was all alone. I need to pee but mom would 
spank me if I yelled to her. I started to play with the toys when all 
the sudden I felt my pants get warm. It was not strange to me since I 
have had many wetting accidents at school, but this was different. I 
was wet but still dry. After my brother's two hour nap they were up and 
wanting to play. Mom let me out of my playpen and sent me to play with 
my brothers in the back yard. We lived out in the country and had no 
neighbors near enough to see me in my baby clothes.

I was playing on my spring horse when all the sudden I needed to poop 
very badly. I got off my horse and ran to the back door but before I 
reached the door I had a large load of poop in my pants. I stopped 
running and started to cry. Mom came to the door and told me to get my 
pacifier back into my mouth. As I put my pacifier in my mouth mom 
sniffed the air and said, "I know what the baby's problem is, the baby 
has dirty pants, don't he?" I shook my head yes. She asked me if I 
wanted my diaper changed. I said, "yes," crying out that it was an 
accident; I could not help it since I was not a baby. Mom explained 
that babies don't have accidents in their pants. That is what babies do 
they use their diapers not the potty, "just like you did."

Mom picked me up and carried me into my new room where I found a 
surprise. Mom had taken my new big boy bed away and replaced it with 
the crib. I took my unexpected nap. I found another surprise-- the 
changing table is in my new room, too. As mom cleaned my messy bottom I 
looked around; my new room was a nursery with everything a baby needs. 
I asked mom where I was. She told me I was in my new room. I asked what 
happened to my bed and clothes. She said, "nothing, your bed is there 
and your clothes are here." I said, "that is for babies." She said I 
was the only baby in the house as she put my pacifier in my mouth. I 
whimpered as she carried me outside dressed only in my thick diaper and 
nursery print plastic baby pants.

When my three-year-old brothers saw me they asked mom, "What happed to 
Donny?" Frank was laughing, saying, "Look at baby Donny." I still had 
my pacifier in my mouth where mom told me to keep but I was still 
started to cry wetting my diaper just a little. Mom told them I had 
another accident in my pants. They asked mom, "Did he pee or poop?" She 
said, "he did both." They said, "that means he stays in diapers for 
three weeks, that is the potty rules." Mom said, "Yes that is the rules 
for being potty trained." I started to cry even more when Mom said, 
"but Donny is not ready to potty train; he is still a baby."

Mom said, "Since Donny is the baby now you big boys are going to have 
to take care of him by watching that he don't get into trouble." Mom 
led me to the toddler play area that my brothers played in before they 
were big enough to play with big boy toys. She closed the gate and 
walked into the house. I asked my brother Frank to let me out but he 
said, "babies stay in there." I asked Billy and Bobby but they said 
they were big boys and only babies play in there. I walked over to the 
plastic slide and sat on the top crying. My brothers went on playing 
while I sat on the slide.

Soon I was playing with the toddler toys trying to have some fun 
because there was nothing else to do. I was having so much fun without 
my brothers wanting the toy I was playing with. I did not even know I 
had wet my diaper so much; it was leaking. When Billy came to check on 
me he yelled to Frank and Bobby, "he is wet!" Frank came to check, too. 
I looked up from the sandbox with tears in my eyes. Frank said it would 
be okay and he could change it for me. He led me to my room where he 
had me lay on a changing mat while he showed Billy and Bobby how he 
could change a baby's diaper.

After my diaper change my brothers led me back to my play area. At 
first I did not want to go in but my brothers pulled me in and told to. 
They would tell mom if I did not stay. I went back to playing with the 
oversized plastic toddler trucks and cars in the sandbox. I got tired 
of that and found I could ride the toddler ride on toys tricycles, 
motorcycles, wheeled horse, and an oversized infant walker. But after I 
got in the walker I could not get out; I was stuck. My feet could 
barely touch the ground, and when I tried to climb out the leg holes 
would not let me loose. I started to cry to be let out but my brothers 
did not listen to me. Then I started to scream and really cry big 
tears. Mom came running, thinking I was hurt. She found me in the 
walker crying, so she put my pacifier in my mouth and said I was okay 
to stop crying.

I started to suck my pacifier and that relaxed me and I quieted down. 
Mom adjusted the walker so I could make it go and left. I was still 
stuck in the walker but I could make it go where I wanted it to go. 
Then I noticed mom left the gate open so I could get out of the baby 
area. I made my walker go through the gate. Then I wanted to play with 
my brothers but they did not want to play with a baby in a walker. So I 
made my walker go around the yard until it found a hole and I was stuck 
again. I noticed also I was wet but did not remember wetting. Again, I 
started to cry since that got me more attention than yelling. Frank 
came to my aid and pushed me free. He told me to go back to my play 
yard. I slowly made my way to the play yard and frank close the gate.

Dinnertime, mom came to get me and said what a wet baby I was. I just 
looked around, not saying a word as she carried me to my room and 
changed my wet diaper. She noticed another wet diaper on the floor next 
to the changing table. Mom asked me, "Did you wet another one besides 
the one you have one now? You need to learn to hold it more before you 
get potty trained." She put the two wet diapers in my diaper pail after 
she had me dressed for dinner. I was wearing a snap-crotch T-shirt, 
overalls, thick diapers, and plastic pants. I looked just like any two-
year-old toddler should. I told mom I was going to run away if I didn't 
get my big boy stuff back. She said if I wanted to run away, then go. 
She put me on the floor and left the room. I removed all the baby 
clothes I had on and threw them into the crib. I looked all over the 
house for clothes that fit me. But since I was two sizes smaller than 
any of my brothers I could find no pants that would stay on, I was so 
skinny.

I walked into the kitchen with no clothes on crying, asking for 
clothes, so mom took me back to my room and redressed me. I walked back 
to the kitchen where my brothers were half done with their dinner. Mom 
put me in my highchair where she proceeded to put my bib on and feed me 
my baby food meal. I was almost finished when I felt a little cramp; 
then a large load of poop came out into my diaper. I did not even try 
to stop it. Bobby smelled it first. He said, "Baby Donny has a dirty 
diaper, I can smell it." Billy then said he smelled it, too. Mom said, 
"Okay, enough! Not another word about dirty diapers! When dinner is 
over we will change the baby."

Mom was carrying me to get changed when I felt the front of my diaper 
warming. I knew that I had just peed in my diaper while mom was 
carrying me, just like a baby would. But what could I do? I was not 
allowed to go potty when I wanted to. Just because it was every half 
hour I needed to go was no reason to be back in diapers like a baby. 
Mom told me when I could stay dry for two hours she would potty train 
me just like my brothers. "Until you stay dry for three days you need 
to stay in diapers and you need to stay in night diapers until you have 
one month without wetting you bed. If you are still wetting at night 
you must sleep in your crib until you have stayed dry for six months."

I was back to wearing diapers and being a baby the first weekend of the 
summer. Monday I would have to go to daycare with my brothers. But 
since I was still in diapers I would be in the toddler class with kids 
in training pants and diapers. To get training pants the child has to 
have a dry diaper for two hours. Then he can start potty training and 
get training pants. That is the rule, no exceptions. My max dry time 
since I was potty trained has been forty-five minutes. I was in trouble 
because I would have strangers changing my diapers and wetting and 
messing while playing with babies that are wearing training pants or 
some wearing underpants.

So, my life as a big baby started with diapers, pacifiers, cribs, 
highchair, playpens, strollers, baby clothes, and any other baby things 
that are around. At school, home and anywhere I am allowed to be I am 
just the baby. My brothers take care of most of my needs but mom 
directs them to what they need to do for me. I am their baby brother 
and everyone thinks I am only two years old, not seven years old. After 
all, I dress like a baby I eat like a baby, I play like a baby, I sleep 
like a baby, I act like a baby, I talk like a baby, I must be a baby 
because mom tells me I am just a baby.

I have believed that for six years since it all started. I have all but 
stopped walking and talking since crying gets me what I want. I don't 
need much, just to be fed, changed, and a place to eat and sleep.

Baby Donny