Summary: Nine year old caught taking his brothers diapers and gets what 
he wanted: to be a baby again.

Diaper Boy

	When I was nine-years-old I liked to wear diapers and since I was 
so small, about the size of a four or five-year-old. It was easy for me 
to fit into size 5 Huggies. My three and a half year-old brother wore 
size 5 Huggies and I would sneak some of his diapers every night for 
the last several weeks. I would wet them at night when I woke up with 
the need to pee and go back to sleep. But before mom came in the 
morning I would have changed back in my big boy underpants and put my 
wet diaper in Timmy's diaper pail. After about a week I started wake up 
wet not remembering waking up to wet my diaper. I figured that since 
Timmy was still wearing diapers. It was OK to be a real bed wetter for 
now. Diapers were in my room; why not use a few? Mom would not know 
that was wetting my bed like Timmy.
	I thought I was getting away with something but then one early 
morning I woke up at 5:00AM with the urgent need to go poop. I got up 
and ran to the bathroom that was connected to our bedroom. I pulled 
down my pajamas and had trouble getting the wet diaper off in time when 
poop went in to it I could not stop it. At first I was scared then the 
warm feeling came over me it felt grate and I like it. I sat on the 
floor and loved every minute of the feeling. Then reality hit me what 
is mom going to do if she finds out. I quickly got clean up using about 
ten baby wipes and put the messy diaper in Timmy's diaper pail and got 
dressed in my regular underpants. I had gotten away with using diapers 
like a baby for real and mom would not know.
	I got back in my bed and for the few hours thought about how good 
the messy diaper felt but fell asleep. Mom came in to wake us up and 
the first thing she did was to take Timmy out of his crib and into the 
bathroom. Timmy peed and pooped in the potty and mom was so proud she 
put him in training pants and dressed him in big boy clothes all of 
witch I did not see. Mom had started to potty train him three days ago 
and he has had only one accident on the first day.
	I got out of bed and got dressed and went to the kitchen where I 
saw Timmy sitting in a booster seat just like mine his highchair was 
gone. I asked what happened to the highchair mom said Timmy is going to 
be a big boy now. It was the first day of summer and after breakfast I 
was out in the back yard playing with Timmy since we lived out in the 
country and had no neighbors to play with. The only time I could play 
with other kids in the summer was when we went to day care on Thursday 
and Friday.
	I was playing with Timmy for about and hour and need to pee so I 
went around to the back of the garage and peed on the ground and 
returned to play Timmy and mom never knew what I was doing. It was 
another hour when Timmy ran to the house with me following him he told 
mom he need to pee. I was so shocked when mom said that Timmy has been 
clean and dry for three days now and was finely a big boy. While she 
was taking Timmy to the potty I looked in his diaper pail. The only 
thing in it was my two wet night diapers and the wet and messy diaper 
that I would have to get out to the trash before mom saw them.
	Mom said it was time for me to pee too so I went to the potty and 
peed too. We returned to playing with our toys. Mom gave us both a 
drink after we said we were thirsty. I drank two large glasses of Kool-
Aid and returned to my play. It was 11:30 when mom told us to get in 
the car and we were on our way to the mall twenty-five miles away. 
Within fifteen minutes I needed to pee so bad so I told mom. She said. 
We were on the freeway with no way to get off that I would have to hold 
it. I ended up wetting my pants while I sat in my car seat. I thought I 
had just peed a little and mom would not see my accident.
	Mom found me soaked with a very large wet spot on the front and 
back of my summer pull-on short pants. Mom was not mad at all like I 
thought she would be. She was prepared for Timmy to have an accident 
but did not think I would be the one having the accident. She did not 
know if the cloth and plastic training pants would fit her big boy or 
not but when she had my pants off wiping my bottom and crotch she was 
hopeful the dry clothes would fit me. Then she had me step in to the 
training pants and pulled them up and they fit me perfectly. Then she 
pulled up the pair of summer shorts just like the ones Timmy had on.
	The training pants were six or eight layers thick with plastic 
pants over them making me look and walk funny just like a baby. Timmy 
told mom he needs the potty so we walked to the potty where Timmy went 
to the potty just like he has been doing it forever. Mom asked me if I 
had to go too I said no. We went to the toy store last after were 
bought us some summer clothes for us. We could only look at the toys 
and wished we could get some toys.
	On the way home we stopped at McDonald's we ate lunch and just 
before we left mom asked if anyone needs to potty we both said no.
	We were on our thirty minute trip home but ten minutes from home 
I told mom I needed to pee. Mom told me again to hold it but that was 
the wrong answer. I wet the training pants I was wearing but since they 
were so thick my little bit of pee barely made them wet and I forgot 
about wetting them. When we got home mom told us we had to take a nap. 
I said I did not need to take a nap I am a big boy. Mom told me I was 
not that big still wearing training pants. Mom told me that I better do 
what she told me. So I lay down in my bed and Timmy was put in his crib 
and we took our naps.
	After our nap mom changed my wet training pants as I had wet them 
again during my nap making the soaked. These training pants were thin 
with plastic pants and felt like real underpants. Then Timmy and I went 
to play in the backyard. About a half hour later I needed to pee again 
and did not really want to go to the back of the garage again or go in 
the house. So I peed in the training pants again making them just wet 
enough to be to leak enough to be noticed by someone.
	Mom came out with some drinks for us and saw that I was wet she 
led me to our bedroom and lay me on the changing table with Timmy 
watching. Mom pulled off the summer shorts that had wet spots in the 
crotch then removed my soaked plastic pants and cloth training pants 
then cleaned me up and had me dressed in Pull-ups this time with a pair 
of Timmy's old overalls that fastened in the back so I would have to go 
to mom to remove them before I could use the potty. Mom took the wet 
training pants to wash them out. We went back out to play after we 
drank our drinks. In just thirty minutes I needed to pee again so I 
went to our bathroom and tried to get my over-all off to use the potty. 
But wet my Pull-up before I could get to mom for help.
	Mom just led me to the changing table and unsnapped the snaps in 
the crotch of the over-all removed my wet Pull-up and opened the diaper 
pail and discovered my two wet night diapers and the one I wet and 
messed in from last night. Knowing she had emptied and washed out the 
diaper pail two days ago and was going to put it in the garage, that 
Timmy has not used any diapers she asked what the diapers were doing in 
there. I tried to deny it and blame Timmy but she knew where it came 
form. She got mad and bare bottom spanked me I cried as I told her it 
was a real accident that I had started to wet my bed. Last night I 
could not make it to the potty in time and pooped in it too. I did not 
wanted you to find out I was wetting my bed so I wore Timmy's diapers. 
Last night the poop happened to fast I could not stop it. She put me 
back in diapers with the over-all's to cover them and sent me to play 
with Timmy.
	The thickness of the Huggies diaper made my over-all's puff out 
with an unmistakable bulge that Timmy saw. Timmy asked me why I was 
wearing diapers like a baby. Mom heard him ask the question and she 
said because Donny is still a little baby not a big boy like you are 
Timmy. Timmy was so proud when she said that. He said. Donny the baby 
me the big boy. I felt so ashamed I started to cry Timmy ran to mom and 
got a pacifier and put it in my mouth. I tried to refuse it but the 
look on mom's face told me I better start sucking it.
After I started to suck on the pacifier Timmy just giggled and went 
back to his play. I soon began to play along with Timmy forgetting 
about my diapered condition. But soon felt the need to pee so I ran to 
mom she told me since Timmy did not need to pee and I just peed less 
that an hour ago I should hold it until Timmy goes. I ran back to Timmy 
and asked him to go potty. He said. No! He is a big boy and can hold it 
longer. After he said that I lost control and wet my diaper and started 
to cry. So Timmy put my pacifier in my mouth and I started to suck it 
without thinking.
	Sucking in my pacifier calmed me down and I forgot that I had a 
wet diaper on. I started to play with Timmy again but this time he was 
taking charge of our play. Because he kept saying he was the big boy 
and I was the baby. Every time he said that I was reminded of my wet 
diapers and had to do what he wanted us to do.
	My first day of summer vacation and I am playing like a baby 
dressed like a baby with my baby brother. Only thing is my baby brother 
is wearing big boy pants and I am wearing diapers. Mom called us to 
dinner and I found the highchair had returned. Just as I was going to 
ask mom why the highchair was back I found her lifting me into it. She 
had the tray in place and I was trapped and could not do anything about 
it. I soon had a bib on with mom feeding me baby food. I tried to 
refuse to eat it but mom kept tricking me into opening my mouth. After 
eating three jars of the food I was full and mom handed me a training 
cup of milk so I drank it down.
	Timmy was watching me being fed as he was eating his meal sitting 
in a booster seat at the table. I felt so ashamed me being the oldest 
being babied so much. I had to wait until Timmy and mom was done with 
their meal to get out of the highchair. I wet my diaper while I was 
waiting just to get even with mom for doing this to me. After our meal 
mom just changed my wet diaper like she would for Timmy last year when 
he was only eighteen months old. Last week when Timmy wore diapers he 
only used four diapers a day.
	We had to play in our playroom until it was our bed time in two 
and a half hours. We were having fun and I forgot about my diapers even 
after I wet them I just kept playing like nothing happened. When mom 
came to check on me she found me soaked and ask me if I wanted my 
diaper changed. I said nothing as she lead me to the bedroom and put me 
on the changing table and changed my wet diaper just like I was a baby. 
With a clean dry triple thick cloth diaper and plastic pants she put a 
thin footed sleeper on me that zipped up the back.
	Then I watched Timmy as he removed his clothes and dressed in his 
two-piece pajama set. He raised his arms and mom lifted him into my bed 
and pulled up the covers. Timmy was smiling so big as mom said sleep 
here in the big boy bed Donny is the baby now. I asked mom where I was 
going to sleep as she lifted me up and lay me in the crib saying right 
here. I jumped up and started to get out so mom put me over her knee 
and gave me ten hard spanks on my diapered bottom. She put me back in 
the crib and said if I don't stay in the crib I would get a bare bottom 
spanking next time. It hurt with the diaper on and I did not want to 
find out what a bare bottom spanking would feel like so I lay down in 
the crib. Mom turned out the light and said good night to us.
	About ten minutes later I was surprised with the nipple of a 
bottle pressed to my mouth and without thinking I started to suck on it 
just to have something to do. I was asleep just before it went dry. I 
had fell asleep sucking a bottle just like a baby does. I slept in the 
crib for the rest of the night wetting my diaper more than twice 
causing it to leak.
	The next morning mom changed my soaked diaper and dressed me in 
Toddler clothes while Timmy used the potty and dressed himself. I 
struggled but every time I squirmed too much mom would smack my bare or 
diapered bottom. My summer as a baby brother started and mom told me I 
would wear baby clothes until I was potty trained again like Timmy. She 
listed the potty training rules that Timmy had when he was being potty 
trained. I interrupted her saying I was already potty trained and did 
not need potty trained rules. She said. If I was so potty trained I 
would not have any problem passing the listed rules. Timmy don't have 
any problems with them. She listed the rules.

1. Potty times start at 8:00 after night diaper change and are every 
two and a half hours after that.
2. If you cannot hold your pee or poop you must use your diaper like a 
baby would.
3. To get out of diapers and wear training pants you must have three 
days clean and dry diapers.
4. If you wet or poop your diaper the potty time timer is restarted.
5. If you are still wearing a diaper you still use all the other baby 
things in the house.
6. If you are wearing diapers you must do the things babies do.
7. You are not aloud to hide your diapers at any time even if we are 
out of the house.
8. You must wear the clothes that I put on you, you are not aloud to 
change your own clothes.
9. Timmy is aloud to help care for you and make sure you are a good 
safe baby.

	Mom carried me to the kitchen and I was again in the highchair 
being fed by mom. For breakfast I was fed baby oatmeal. I wet and 
messed my diaper just to get even with mom diaper me like a baby. I was 
thinking the more I wet and messed the more mom would let me out of my 
punishment because of all the work it caused. After breakfast mom just 
changed my wet and messy diaper like I was a baby and did not even say 
anything. Timmy was there helping with each step as mom explained what 
she was doing. I could do nothing to stop mom because I was strapped to 
the changing table and could do nothing but kick and cry. Both mom and 
Timmy paid no attention to me they just put my pacifier in my mouth and 
let me kick.
	I was finally dressed and mom sent us out to play. I looked more 
like a two or three-year-old than Timmy did with my diaper bulge and 
diaper waddle sucking on my pacifier. I could not do anything about it 
mom and Timmy was in control of my clothes and I could not find my 
underpants I use to wear or the ones Timmy was wearing now. Mom had 
both Timmy's and my clothes locked up so I could not get to the big boy 
clothes.
	We had fun playing with all the toddler toys since all the big 
boy toys were taken away. I still had fun even if the toys were for 
younger kids than me. Since I was small I could still ride on all the 
toddler toys just like Timmy. I had a lot of fun until I wet my diaper 
for the third or fourth time since breakfast. Mom let me wet until my 
diaper started to leak and Timmy saw it and led me to mom telling her I 
was wet.
	I spent the rest of the day being babied. I had decided to try to 
make it hard for mom to keep me dry by wetting whenever I even thought 
I needed to pee. By the end of the day I was wetting without thinking 
about it. I was now diaper trained like a baby wetting without even 
trying to hold back. The most I could hold my pee before I was diaper 
trained was about forty-five minutes. It was too easy fore me to loose 
what control I had. I was wetting every ten or twenty minutes now. 
Timmy could hold his pee for three to three and a half hours like most 
older toddlers.
	After dinner Timmy and I played out side until my bedtime when 
mom called us in the house at 8:00PM. Timmy was aloud to play in the 
playroom while mom gave me my bath and diapered me with my thick cloth 
night diapers and plastic pants. I was then put in the crib and given 
my night bottle. Mom explained that Timmy and I will go to daycare 
tomorrow as I started to suck on the bottle. Within fifteen minutes the 
bottle was empty and I was sound asleep.
	Timmy was aloud to bathe himself while mom watched him. He dried 
himself and got dressed for bed without help from mom. It was 8:30 mom 
told him he could stay up and play for another half hour. Then mom put 
him to bed in my old bed it did not have a noisy plastic sheet like the 
crib to sleep on since he has not wet the bed in a year mom thought it 
would be OK.
	The next morning I was awakened by mom pulling off my plastic 
pants and unpinning my soaked diapers. I had wet so much even with 
thick cloth diapers and plastic pants leaked all over the crib sheet 
and my T-shirt. After mom had me undressed she carried me to the 
changing table and dressed me in my daytime Huggies with toddler snap 
on T-shirt and snap crotch cover-alls. She put shoes with Velcro 
instead of laces to make it easier to remove them. I looked just like a 
normal un-potty trained two-year-old boy except I was nine-years-old.
	After I was dressed I could see Timmy had dressed himself and 
looked just like me except no diaper bulge at all. Mom carried me to my 
highchair and again I was fed my oatmeal while Timmy ate at the table. 
I could not help but wet my diaper while sitting in my highchair 
because mom told me to hold it until we finished breakfast.
	 Mom changed me wet diaper by unsnapping my over-all's and I had 
a dry diaper on in just minutes. Mom put me in the front of the double 
stroller and Timmy rode in the back. Mom pushed the stroller down to 
the daycare three blocks down the street.
	When we arrived at daycare Bobby climbed out of the stroller and 
ran to his classroom. I tried to get out to but mom had the seat belt 
fastened and the release was in the back. Mom signed me in and left I 
started to cry and one of the care takers put my pacifier on a string 
in my mouth. The one mom had pinned to my T-shirt before we left the 
house. I started to suck it as soon as it hit my mouth. They lifted me 
out of the stroller and stood me up held my hand and walked me to my 
new room.
	My new room was a nursery with six other kids going through the 
potty training months. Some wore only diapers one kid was wearing Pull-
ups. As I walked to the room I pooped my diaper with out warning poop 
just slipped out in to my diaper. As I was now use to poop in my 
diapers I did not even realize what I had done. The caretaker was 
removing my clothes as she said someone has poopy pants on. I felt so 
ashamed as she walked me to the diaper changing station and changed my 
diaper in front of everyone. But no one even watched they were to busy 
playing.
	As soon as my diaper was changed I was lifted down off the 
changing table and told to go play. All I had on was my Huggies feeling 
so ashamed until I realized no one was looking at me. I started to play 
with the other kids and they were more fun than my brother because they 
did not ask me is my diaper wet all the time.
	We were playing for about an hour and I started to smell pee from 
one of the other kids and told one of the care takers that I smell pee 
over by one of the kids. She picked me up and said she would take care 
of the pee smell right now. She carried me over to the changing table 
and started change my diaper I tried to tell her I did not need a 
diaper change but she had my pacifier in my mouth.
	When she untapped my diaper and the air hit my wet skin I 
realized I had wet my diaper and did not even know when I had done it. 
After my second diaper change in less than one hour the care takers 
knew that I was just like their littlest and needed to be watched. I 
was put down with the little boy I thought wet his diaper That care 
taker said this Tommy you can play with him we started to play. It no 
longer smelled like pee around where he was playing. We had fun pushing 
the toys around and making noises he could only say a few words but 
that was OK with me since he did not talk about my diapers.
	About fifteen minutes I smelled poop I knew it was not me because 
I just had my poopy diaper changed about an hour ago. I knew it was 
Tommy he just played like nothing happened I thought about telling some 
one but remembered what happened when I told some one I smelled pee so 
I just kept playing. With ten minutes one of the caretakers started 
checking diapers. When they came to me I said no but they checked any 
way and said this one is just wet. I don't remember wetting and don't 
even feel wet. Then when they checked Tommy they said here is the 
stinky one and carried him to the changing table and started to changed 
his messy diaper.
	While they changed his diaper on the changing table they put me 
on a changing mat and changed my wet diaper. They told me I pee like a 
one-year-old and it might be a while before I was ready for potty 
training. I said I was potty trained and did not need diapers and 
wanted to got with the big boy class. They asked me if I wanted to 
prove that I was a big boy and not a baby. I said I was not a baby and 
will prove it any way they wanted me to. So in stead of diapers they 
put me in thick cloth training pants no plastic pants with red summer 
shorts and a T-shirt that was to short to cover the top of my shorts so 
any bending down would expose my training pants. They walked me to the 
kindergarten room and told me to go play.
	I forgot about the way I was dressed because I was so excited to 
be in the bigger kids room and was going to prove what a big boy I was. 
I started to run and play with the other kids and they were not aware 
of my type of under pants and did not care. I was outside climbing the 
sliding board ladder when the kids behind me points at me and said he 
has wet baby pants on. I felt so ashamed as I felt my pants and they 
were soaked and I did not even know it until some one told me. I went 
down the slide and every one was pointing and laughing. I was crying as 
I entered the Kindergarten room they saw my wet pants and asked what is 
wrong I said I want to go back to my old room with the little kids.
	When I got in my old room they changed my thick training pants 
and put me back in very thick diapers. I was put me in a crib and given 
a bottle that I started to suck on and relax an soon was asleep and it 
was only 11:00AM. I napped for only and hour and was awakened for a 
diaper change and to be fed lunch in a highchair with all the other 
kids. I ate and drank just like Tommy messy face, bib, and tray. While 
I was being fed my baby food poop filled my diaper without me even 
trying to stop it.
	I was in the class I was the most comfortable because there was 
no pressure to do things. I could do what ever I wanted and did not 
have to do anything if I wanted to. I could play if I wanted to, sleep 
if I sleep if I wanted to, I could suck my pacifier if I wanted to, or 
even cry if I wanted to. My wet and messy diapers were changed and I 
was led to another class where they told me I belonged. Since I was not 
ready for potty training class and the other kids were back sliding 
because of me.
	Now I was in the class with kids learning to walk and play like 
big kids. No pressure to do anything but play and be a little kid. The 
kids here did not even talk or walk very much they mostly crawled and 
cried. There was nothing to do but play with soft toys and baby toys no 
toddler toys like I liked to play with.
	I was put in a crib for a nap and was asleep in about ten minutes 
sucking my bottle. It was 1:00PM when I was out in the crib. When it 
3:00PM they changed my wet diaper since I was the only that had wet I 
was the only one dressed in only a diaper when we went out to the baby 
play area. I did not want to stand and draw attention to myself so I 
crawled around like the other babies.
	At 4:30PM mom picked Timmy and I up and I was again in the front 
seat of the stroller but this time I was wearing only a clean dry 
diaper that I wet on the three block walk back home. When we got home 
mom changed my diaper with Timmy's help. My first day at daycare was 
over and only a few kindergarten kids mad fun of me but they would not 
be around me in my new class with the babies.
	Mom told me the daycare said if I could stay dry just a little 
longer I would go back to the toddler class that had better toys. I 
told mom that the baby class was so boring with nothing to do but play 
with real baby toys not toddler toys. She told me to try to hold my pee 
for as long as I could, Timmy would help remind you when you are at 
home.
	I spent the next four months with the babies before I was able to 
hold my pee fore the hour and a half the minimum time for pee holding 
for babies to advance to the next class. That was hard for me to do but 
now I could go to the toddler class and start to be a real big boy not 
the pants wetting little boy I was at school. It usually takes a kid a 
year to a year and a half to get out of toddler class and go to 
preschool. They told me I had to be potty trained fully before I could 
graduate to preschool level of social behavior and be with my brother 
in preschool. But by then he might be in kindergarten by that time.
	Mom put my brother in charge of keeping me clean and dry after 
his fourth birthday, my tenth birthday was eight months away. After 
three days of mom's training him to change my diapers he could change 
my messy diaper in just minutes just like mom. I asked mom when I could 
change my own diaper. She told me I would be spanked if I was ever 
caught touching my own diaper. After I asked that question she showed 
Timmy how to mark the tapes to see if I ever removed them myself. That 
way if I removed the tapes I could never put it back the way Timmy had 
it marked. If I ever moved the tapes he would tell mom and I would get 
the bare bottom spanking of my life and I did not want that so I left 
my diapers alone and let someone else keep me clean and dry.
	Since mom was a schoolteacher she was aloud to teach me at home 
and I did not need to go to school and get teased about my diapers. My 
brother is at the kindergarten and first grade level of social skills 
he is smart enough to pass the second grade. But he is too young to go 
to school he is only four. I was smart to I could pass the seventh 
grade test but my social skills were that of a baby not potty trained 
and always sucking on something like my pacifier. I need help eating 
and doing other things a baby has trouble doing. I was no different 
than an eighteen month old socially.
	They told me it would take me about another year to get potty 
trained for my daytime potty needs but would still need my night 
diapers put on by someone every night. If I still needed diapers I 
would not be aloud to diaper myself until I was sixteen then I would be 
aloud to diaper myself. Until then my diapers would be changed by any 
one that is potty trained even if they are two-year-old and knows how 
to change a diaper. After I hit puberty no one under twelve would 
allowed to change my diaper except my brother.
	I am socially a two-year-old my brother is socially a six or 
seven year old he was taller by two inches and weighed twenty pounds 
more than me. I still cried all the time and needed a pacifier I still 
need a night bottle to go to sleep in my crib I am almost ten but still 
a big baby.
	My brother does not let me play with the big boy toys just baby 
toys. He is mom's baby sitter for me telling her if I was a bad baby by 
not doing what he wanted me to do. He keeps my pacifier in my mouth and 
my diapers clean and dry. I am aloud to play in my playpen or my crib 
only when mom is not in the room. I am now a real baby for the next two 
and a half years at least.

By until I can be a big boy again!
Maybe a little longer?