Big Toddler

Summary: Boy has wet pants all the time and get turned into a toddler 
for life

	My name is Donny. I am seven-years-old, my birthday is June 1 and 
it is June 7, and school is out for the summer and I am going to start 
daycare tomorrow. Timmy my three-year-old brother already goes to the 
same daycare center. It is called Kiddie Care Center. He says you must 
follow all the rules or they get mad. I thought he was just a little 
kid saying that because he has not been to a real school like me I am a 
big kid and go to big kid school.
	When I woke up in the morning I had to take off my wet toddler 
sized Pull-up and put it in the Diaper Genie that was beside my bed. My 
brother was still asleep, so after I cleaned off the pee smell with a 
baby wipe and got dressed I woke him up. He jumped up and dressed 
himself. Since he has not wet his bed in over two years he did not need 
protection like me. I felt just a little ashamed but forgot about it as 
we went to the kitchen where breakfast was waiting.
	After we ate our breakfast mom walked us across the street to the 
daycare. Mom said goodbye. Timmy went to his class and he knew where to 
go, and a teacher led me to a room with kids ages 6, 7, and 8. There 
were three girls and five boys including me. The boys were Brad, age 8; 
Bill, age 7; and Bobby and Jimmy, age 6. We started to play out in the 
play yard right away and were having fun since it was only about 8:00 
and it was still cool outside. I was having fun going down the big 
slide for the tenth time before I sat in a swing and started to swing 
high as I could, when Bobby said, "Looky there, Donny wet his pants!" I 
looked down and then I felt it. I was wet just like many time at 
school. I had another accident.
	Bill went and told the teacher and she was headed my way. I had 
my head hung down when she grabbed my hand and led me to the door. As 
we entered she told me the rule for accidents; that is, I have to spend 
the rest of the day with the toddlers. I complained that it was an 
accident and it would not happen again. She told me rules are rules for 
everyone. I passed my brother's class and he saw me and smiled; he knew 
where I was headed.
	When we entered the room the smell of baby powder hit me and I 
was so scared I wet a littler more, but the teacher did not know. 
Another teacher came over and said, "I see we have a new little one to 
care for." I started to cry and was surprised with a pacifier in my 
mouth. I spit it out and was smacked on the bottom so hard I was crying 
out of control. The new teacher, Miss White, told me if I don't want 
another smack I should keep my pacifier in my mouth. So I let them put 
it in my mouth and found if very relaxing as they removed my clothes. 
The put a Pull-up on me and told me to go play.
	I was no stranger to Pull-ups, so I obeyed her and went to play. 
There were only three other kids in the room, one girl wearing big girl 
clothes and two boys, Jeff and Dave, both wearing Pull-ups like me. 
They were just two years old and getting potty trained; the girl was 
potty trained and almost ready for the next class at the day care. I 
started to play with the little boy and was having fun when Miss White 
passed out the drinks. They were in 9 oz. toddler training cups with 
tops. I had to drink it. I was thirsty and had it gone in minutes. Then 
Miss White handed me another one, which I finished as every one else 
finished. It was just 10:00 in the morning.
	I was playing with Jeff when he started to giggle and point at 
me. I did not know what he was giggling for until Miss White came over 
and said, "I see you had another accident." I asked what she meant. She 
told me that when I wet my Pull-up the stars disappear and mine had 
disappeared. I looked down and they were gone, and I did not even feel 
wet. I told her, "I can change it myself." She said, "no, not here."
	Miss White led me to the changing table and put me down on it and 
strapped me down. She tore the sides of my Pull-up and removed it just 
like it was a diaper. I felt so ashamed of being treated like this. I 
was a big boy, not a little baby. Miss White cleaned my diaper area and 
was in the process of diapering me when I started to fight her, so she 
put me over her knee and spanked me several times until I was a limp 
crying little toddler. I was small, so the size 5 Pampers fit me just 
fine. She dressed me in a playsuit that zipped up the back so I could 
not remove it and told me to go play it was almost 11:00.
	Jeff and Dave still played with me but they were the boss because 
I was the only in the class wearing diapers. Forty-five minutes later I 
told Miss White, "I need to pee." She told me potty time is not for 
another fifteen minutes. I tried to hold it but wet my Pampers just 
like a baby. I watched as Miss White asked Jeff if he needed to go 
potty. He said he can wait then she asked Dave he said yes. She watched 
Dave go over to the door to the potty and she pressed the release 
button and he opened the door and went inside, and a few minutes later 
came back out. She said, "lunchtime as soon as I change the baby's 
diaper." I felt so bad as she changed my diaper in front of everyone.
	Lunchtime: Miss White had brought a highchair from the nursery 
about an hour ago and I did not know why but when she put me into it 
and had the belt fastened in. I asked why I could not eat with the 
other kids at the table. She told me the rules are if you wear diapers 
you have to eat in the highchair. She started to feed me baby food and 
at first it ended up on my face until she told me I would sit here 
until I had eaten it all. I started to eat and she fed me three jars of 
it. Then she cleaned me up and said it was naptime. I told her I was 
not tired and did not need a nap. I watched from my highchair as all 
the kids unrolled their mats and lay down on them.
	Miss White carried me to the corner of the room and told me that 
diapered kids nap in a crib. She placed me in the hospital crib that a 
climber top on it. As the side went up she said naptime is over in a 
few hours. I could hear the click of the side as it went into place I 
knew I was in trouble.
	After Miss White left the room I tried everything to get the 
playsuit off or the side of the crib down because I need to poop so 
badly. I started to quietly cry as I soon fell asleep and as usual when 
I sleep I wet my diaper. But now I did not need to poop and was very 
glad because I would have been ashamed if I pooped my diaper.
	At 3:00 Miss White came over to me and said I had earned three 
weeks with the toddlers for wetting my diaper again. Miss White told me 
that big toddlers don't wet their diaper as mush as I do. Now I had to 
stay in diapers for the rest of the day. I was small for a seven-year-
old and size 5 Pampers fit me just fine. But I had to play wearing only 
the Pampers at first. I was ashamed until the other kids started to 
play with me, even if I was the only one wearing diapers.
	On the way to the car I had a long T-shirt that covered my diaper 
and I quickly climbed into my side of the car to find a baby seat 
waiting for me. Mom strapped me in and Timmy climbed into his car seat 
and fastened his own straps. I felt the need to pee suddenly come and 
go as I just let it out into my diaper. I felt so much better about 
wetting now that when I had an accident no one knew but me.
	When we got home mom removed my T-shirt revealing that I had wet 
my diaper and Timmy giggled and pointed it out to mom. Mom led me to 
the nursery and changed my diaper and had a playsuit just like the one 
I had on at daycare. She told me to go play with Timmy in the back 
yard. We lived far away from other houses so I felt safe to play 
outside wearing these toddler clothes. The need to poop came again but 
I was able to stop it I was a big boy and I was not going to poop in a 
diaper.
	Dinnertime: mom fed me in Timmy's old highchair, making me feel 
even more like a toddler. Then mom held a bottle for me and told me I 
have to drink it to get out of the highchair. After dinner mom changed 
my wet diaper and put me in the playpen dad built for climber Timmy. I 
could not climb out so I just played with the toddler toys that were in 
there. Timmy played with my toys out side of the playpen.
	I asked mom for a drink and she handed me a bottle I slowly 
started to drink from it as Timmy drank from his cup. I returned to 
playing with the toys that were becoming fun to play with and forgot 
where I was.
	At 8:00 mom picked me up and said, "bedtime for all babies." I 
said I was not a baby. She told me if I had to wear a diaper I was 
still a baby. I started to cry as mom put my pacifier in my mouth and I 
knew I'd better start to suck it. As I did it did relax me as mom 
changed my wet diaper but I don't remember wetting it. Then she put me 
in Timmy's crib and I stood up and said, "Why do I have to be in here?" 
She told me when I stop wetting my diaper at night I would get my big 
boy bed back but not until then. She told me to lie down and take my 
bottle and be a good boy. So I lay down and started to suck the bottle 
and fell asleep even before it was half gone. Timmy came at 9:00 and 
mom tucked him into my old be without the noisy plastic sheet so it was 
soft and quiet not like his crib mattress I was sleeping on.
	The next morning I was awakened by mom changing my diaper. I 
asked mom if I had to wear diapers again today. She told me the daycare 
people said until I am potty trained better I need to stay in diapers. 
Timmy heard that and gaggled and called me Baby Donny then mom turned 
and told him not to tease his big brother or she would spank him. Timmy 
quieted down and asked, "When is Donny going to get his big boy pants 
back?" Mom said, "Soon, I hope. I don't want to be changing diapers all 
the time."
	At breakfast mom fed me again sense it was my punishment to be 
treat just like a baby for wetting my pants so much. Again I needed to 
poop but was successful at holding it back until the need stopped. 
After breakfast mom changed me and we went to daycare. I walked 
straight to the toddler class without stopping like I was excited to 
get there. But I did not want my old classmates to see me dressed in my 
diaper and T-shirt. The morning went quickly me wetting only twice.
	At my diaper change before lunch Miss White said, "looks like 
baby made a little poop in here, too." I don't remember pooping and 
asked her if I could see that; I did not believe her. She let me look 
and there was just a little spot and I thought that should not have 
been pooping in my diaper, but I did.
	I was fed my lunch and put in the crib with a bottle for my 
naptime. I fell asleep fast before my bottle was finished. At 3:00 Miss 
White came over to my crib to wake me up and smelled poop coming from 
my crib. She started to change my diaper and I woke up. Miss White 
said, "looks like you pooped your diaper again". This time I could 
smell it and did not need to see it. I felt like a little baby having 
someone change my messy diaper.
	But after my diaper change my messy diaper was forgotten about 
and I was new again playing with my new friends. We played with all the 
toddler toys we had and I had so much fun without worrying about 
wetting my pants and getting teased about it. I was an equal kid to any 
one in this room, even if I was bigger and the only kid still diapered.
	I needed to poop once and was successful at stopping it this 
time. But I still wet without warning twice after naptime. The last 
time I had poop to but Miss White did not say anything about it. She 
just changed my diaper and sent me to play with my friends. When mom 
came to pick me up she was told about my messy diapers and was told I 
would have to go to the pre-toddler class until I stop having so many 
messy accidents.
	At home mom did not say a word about what Miss White told her but 
she started treating me more like a baby than ever. Timmy even started 
to treat me like I was his little brother, telling mom when I wet or if 
he smelled poop. Mom even let Timmy feed me, bathe me, and put a clean 
diaper on me that evening. When Timmy put my diaper on for the first 
time I cried for an hour. Then he checked to see if I had wet like mom 
told him to. I cried more when he told mom I was wet. She lifted me out 
of the playpen and put me on the changing mat in the family room and 
told Timmy to take the diaper off that he put on me an hour ago. He 
pulled the tapes off and pulled the wet diaper with a small amount of 
poop off. Mom told him to wipe me clean with a baby wipe. As he did 
this I was crying so loud mom put my pacifier in my mouth. The Timmy 
without being told taped a clean dry diaper on me. I was now his baby 
brother.
	Mom told him he could take over with changing my diapers from now 
on. I asked mom if I could change my own diaper. She said, "babies are 
not allowed to change their own diapers at daycare, so you are not 
allowed to do it here." She said if she caught me touching my diaper 
she would spank me and fix it so I could not do it again. I remembered 
the infant style playsuit she made me wear a few days ago. I felt like 
I was a two-year-old with nothing I could do about it. I was back in my 
playpen wearing just my Pamper playing with my toddler toys having fun 
and forgetting where I was again.
	Again at 8:00 mom changed my diaper and put me in my crib. But 
this was a new crib, even bigger than the one at daycare and made of 
shiny steel with a tall top. I stood up and looked around. The top was 
almost to the ceiling and I could not even grab the bars on it. I was 
in a cage-style crib and could not get out. Mom handed me my bottle and 
I was told to go to sleep. When I lay down there were bumper pads with 
nursery prints all the way around. It was so cozy I relaxed and fell 
asleep within minutes.
	In the morning mom changed my soaked Pamper and dressed me for 
the day. I looked just like a normal kid except a small diaper bulge. I 
felt better now that I had big kid clothes on, I thought. When mom sat 
me in my highchair I saw the snaps down my legs. I was wearing toddler 
clothes still, but at least they were big toddler clothes. Timmy fed me 
my breakfast as I ate some of my baby food fell on to my bib and 
highchair tray.
	When I was halfway through with my breakfast I felt a quick 
feeling that felt like I needed to poop but then it went away. After 
breakfast mom said, "smells like baby has poop." Timmy said he could 
smell it, too. They both checked my diaper together and said, "yes, he 
has poop." I did not remember the feeling I had and started to cry so 
in went my pacifier. I sucked my pacifier while mom and Timmy changed 
my wet and messy diaper.
	After my diaper change we were on our way to daycare, me riding 
in the stroller and Timmy walking beside us. The daycare was two blocks 
down the street. It was early so I knew none of my friends would see me 
and I was happy to be sitting to hide my diapered condition. At daycare 
they pushed me to the baby area where I would have to spend at least 
two weeks. They had a walker already adjusted for me so they would not 
have to keep an eye on me all the time. But they had it adjusted so 
just the very tip of one of my big toes would touch the ground at a 
time. I had to sit where they put me because all I could do was go in a 
big circle.
	I spent two weeks as a real baby, not walking or talking much at 
all, just playing with baby toys. At the end of June I could have fun 
with just a ball or rattle. I was acting just like all the babies I 
spent the day with.
	After July 4 I was allowed to go back to the toddler class. This 
time Eric, one of the babies from my baby class, came with me. Since 
all the other toddlers were potty-trained Miss White started to potty 
train Eric and me. First she found out that I wet two or three times 
before Eric did then she found that I pooped when I ate lunch and Eric 
didn't poop until it was time to go home. She told me if I could stay 
dry for two hours she would start potty training me, but not until 
then. She said Eric was ready to potty train now.
	Eric was so good by the end of the week he was in regular 
underpants. I was no closer the two-hour limit than when I got back 
with the toddlers. They still liked to play with me even if I was still 
in diapers. We played with all the toys and shared very well. I fit 
right in with them as a toddler not a seven-year-old. When we went on 
field trips the older kids would make fun of me but since I could not 
do anything about it I just let it happen and soon they got tired of 
teasing me.
	By the time summer was over I was more of a toddler socially than 
a third grader that I was. When school started mom told me my new 
school was the daycare where I would be tutored. I felt a lot better 
because a third grader in diapers would get teased and picked on all 
the time.
	So I spent third grade as a toddler, learning even more than most 
third graders, so much that I passed the sixth grade test and did not 
need to go to school if I kept my school work up to date until I was 12 
or 13. Mom told the daycare to just let me stay diapered since the 
doctor said my problem was that I had a small bladder and was too lazy 
to hold my pee and stretch it to hold more. Everyone agreed that I 
should stay a baby until I could prove I was a big boy.
	I spent the next four years a baby. I was so used to diapers, 
highchairs, cribs, strollers, car seats, pacifiers, and all the other 
things babies used, that when I turned 13 I was as much a baby as a 
real baby. I was totally dependent on someone doing things for me-- 
dressing, feeding, bathing, and everything. I could do college 
schoolwork, but was totally dependent on people to take care of me.
	Now that I am 20 and graduated from college I am still totally 
dependent to have some change me, feed me, and do all the things needed 
for a two-year-old.