| Title:
| Growing Up Again
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| Name:
| M.
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| Email:
| not given
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| Gender:
| Male
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| Current Age:
| Not given
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| Posting Date:
| 11/29/09
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| Story Contents:
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| 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- Baby paraphernalia | ● | 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 | ●
| | *Denotes Deekerian story elements
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| Summary:
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Bedwetting boy gets adopted and his new mommy treats him like her baby she never
had.
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| Deekerian Score (20 is max.)
[?]:
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5 (25%)
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My name is Donny and I am fourteen years old. Since I was born I have a
growing disease which makes me look like a little four-year-old and the
other boys in my class teased me all the time because of my size.
Another problem I had was bedwetting. I was kept in diapers by my mum
until I was six because I wet and messed all the time. The doctor said
that my disease also affected my bladder which was too small to work
well so I have to wear diapers until I get older.
When I was six I finally could hold my potty needs during the day but I
had to continue to wear night time diapers which were wet every
morning.
When I was eight years old my parents died in a car accident. I had no
relatives who could take care of me and I was brought to an orphanage.
I was so desperate that I started to wet again and was punished all the
time because of my wet pants. I couldn�t hold my pee but was successful
at holding my poop back during the day. The caretakers at the orphanage
didn�t want to change me all the time and searched a family for me who
would take care of my problem. Soon they found a 30-year-old woman
called Karen who wanted to become my new mommy. She said that it did
not bother her that I still wore diapers. She would really like to
change me and take care of me since she had no children and wasn�t able
to get any because of an accident she had when she was younger. So she
signed some papers and I had a new mommy. Now she looked at me with a
big smile in her face, smelling my dirty diaper and said, �Let�s get
the wittle baby changed!� That was totally new for me. Since my parents
died no one has ever talked about my problem that way. I was all the
time punished with hard spanks for messing but now it seemed that it
was totally ok for me to pee my diapers. After Karen said these words I
just stood in the corner of the room not knowing what would happen now.
She just picked me up as I was light to carry and carried me to the
restroom where she undressed me and cleaned up my messy butt. Then she
put me into a new diaper and dressed me again. Now I was led to her car
where she strapped me into baby car seat making it impossible for me to
move. She told me to not open the straps by myself or I would get
spanked. I knew how spanking hurts so I obeyed her.
After a one hour drive we arrived at my new home. It was a quite big
house in a little countryside town. Karen told me that she was a
teacher once but hit the lottery jackpot and quit working. Then she
unstrapped me and led me into the house. The first room she showed me
was the living room where I was surprised to find a playpen. I wondered
who the playpen was for as I knew that Karen has never had a baby. Then
she carried me upstairs where she showed me my new room. I was so
excited but when we entered I saw that it was a baby�s nursery. There
was a changing table, a crib and a wardrobe full of baby things. I
asked her why she was showing me a baby�s room. Karen just answered,
�The people at the orphanage told me that they need someone to take
care of a little bedwetter baby boy. So I decided to become your new
mommy because I always wanted to have a baby but I simply can�t. You
will be my baby from now on and as I haven�t see you growing up you
will start your life here as a newborn. After one year you will achieve
baby status and after another year you will be my little toddler son.
After three years I will decide if you are ready to graduate to big boy
status. Then you will go to elementary school again and your life will
continue normally until you finish high school. Let�s just start by
zero again.� I wanted to protest, �But Karen! I�m eight years old! I�m
not a baby any more!� - �Your wet diapers tell something different,
little boy!�
I started to cry loudly and wanted to run away but Karen grabbed me and
put me onto the changing table. She undressed me, took my wet diaper
off, cleaned my butt and put baby oil and baby powder on my diaper
area. Then she took a thick baby diaper put it on me. It was a size 5
diaper, just a normal one you buy for babies at the age of three and I
was very ashamed that normal baby diapers still fit me. I knew that no
one would notice the difference between me and a real baby because I
was so little and Karen knew that, too.
After putting me into a fresh diaper she took a one piece sleeper and
dressed me into it. It was zipped up on the back and my hands were
covered with thick mittens making it impossible for me to grab anything
big. I was still crying so Karen put a pacifier into my mouth and
clipped it with a ribbon to my sleeve making sure that I would not lose
it. She held it into my mouth until I quieted down and started to suck
on it. She told me to keep it in my mouth and if I removed it I would
get spanked.
Dressed like a baby she carried me downstairs to the kitchen where she
placed me into a highchair, fastened the straps, put the tray in place
and put a bib around my neck. Now she removed my pacifier, took a jar
of baby food and a baby bottle with milk and started to spoon feed me.
I could just open my mouth and eat what she fed me. I was not even
allowed to hold my own bottle and had to suck it while Karen held it
for me. I was so desperate. I wished I was still at the orphanage
because being treated like a baby was even worse than getting punished
and teased.
After feeding me Karen put my pacifier back into my mouth, took me to
the nursery and put me into the crib. There she explained me the new
rules for the next year:
1) You are a newborn and you are treated like one. You are not
allowed to move anywhere without my help, that means, no walking or
crawling, not even sitting up. You just lie down where you are put.
Violation of this rule is one year more as a newborn.
2) No talking, only crying. You keep your pacifier in your mouth and
don�t remove it. If you want your diaper changed you cry through your
pacifier and I will change you. Violation of this rule is one week more
for each word.
3) You are not allowed to undress you or change yourself. You stay
in diapers and use them like a baby. Violation of this rule is six
months more.
4) Do what I tell you and don�t resist in any way. Violation of this
is one week more.
I was shocked and started to cry loudly through my pacifier. I was
sitting in my crib and just wanted to be somewhere else. Karen said,
�Now lie down wittle baby, so Mommy forgets that you are sitting!� I
lay down because I didn�t want to be treated that way for two years and
continued crying while lying in my crib. Karen kissed me good night and
closed the door. I was alone now in a dark nursery sucking a pacifier.
Soon I got tired and fell asleep.
The next morning I woke up in my crib still sucking my pacifier and
noticed that I had messed and wet my diaper during the night. This was
nothing new to me but when I wanted to get up I remembered what Karen
told me yesterday and decided to just cry to get my new mommy�s
attention. Karen entered the room and asked, �Did my baby have a good
night?� When I wanted to answer the pacifier in my mouth reminded me of
the no talking rule.
Karen carried me downstairs and put me into the highchair. She fastened
the straps and put the tray in place. She fed me the same oatmeal as
yesterday and I already hated it because it tasted bad and I really did
not want to eat it three times a day for the next years but I had no
choice. Either this or nothing.
After the breakfast Karen carried me to the living room where she put
me into the playpen. It was so boring. I had to lie all the time and
was not allowed to crawl or play. The only thing I could do was
struggling a bit with my hands and feet but my diaper was so thick that
I could not close my legs or moving them much. If I were allowed to
walk it would be very hard for me anyway so I just wished to be allowed
to crawl but I wasn�t and if I did I wasn�t allowed to crawl for two
years. After a boring hour in the playpen Karen handed me a rattle and
a little ball but as I was wearing mittens I couldn�t hold the things,
so the ball rolled out of my reach and the rattle was just lying next
to me.
I spent three hours in the playpen sucking my pacifier and messing and
wetting my diaper. At lunchtime I got changed and was taken to the
kitchen again and fed. Afterwards Karen took me to the hallway where I
found a baby stroller. Karen sat me into it, fastened the straps
between my crotch, around my waists and my shoulders and put the bar in
place. With the thick mittens it was impossible for me to open the
straps and so I had no choice than letting Karen push me out in public.
It was so embarrassing for me to be taken out by my new mommy in
diapers, dressed in a sleeper sucking my pacifier and strapped into a
stroller with no way out. I was so ashamed that I peed.
Karen pushed me to the park and stopped at the playground. She sat down
on a bench and started to read a newspaper while I was sitting in the
stroller sucking my pacifier watching all the babies playing in the
sandbox dressed in just a diaper, crawling and walking around and I
wished I was one of them. I reached out for them and struggled but the
straps held me back and Karen just said, �No! Little baby Donny has to
grow up and become a baby to be allowed to play with other babies and
baby toys.� I started to cry through my pacifier. I noticed that there
was no way out and I wouldn�t be allowed to play for the next year.
Karen tried to calm me down, �There, baby! There! Everything�s alright!
Now be a good baby and stop crying!� Finally I stopped and was taken
home in my stroller.
At home Karen changed my diaper and put me into my crib again because I
needed to take my nap. I was a newborn and needed to sleep much. Karen
got me a baby bottle with baby formula and put it into my mouth while I
was lying in my crib. While I was sucking the formula Karen was humming
a lullaby making me feel tired and just as I finished the bottle I fell
asleep. Karen replaced the bottle with my pacifier and left the room.
I woke up two hours later and felt that I had wet my diaper again. I
looked around and saw that Karen had left a window opened. That made me
think of escaping from here but I knew what would happen if Karen
caught me. I would be a newborn for one entire year more! Finally I
decided to try to escape and stood up, but fell down again because of
the thickness of my diaper. After trying it several times I finally
could stand unstably and tried to climb over the crib rail. I noticed
that it was impossible for me to escape because I could not move my
legs that far because of my thick diaper and with the mittens I
couldn�t hold onto the rail and fell down onto my butt. I sat in the
crib and couldn�t get out so I started to cry � big mistake. Karen
heard me and came fast while I was still sitting in the crib. Karen was
very mad and said, �Does little Donny think he�s already a baby? Look
who�s sitting like a little baby? It seems that my baby doesn�t want to
grow up.� I totally forgot that sitting was forbidden too and knew that
my treatment would last one year more.
Karen quieted me down, carried me to the kitchen and strapped me into
my highchair where I was fed dinner and given a bottle. Now Karen
carried me back to the nursery and after a diaper change I was put into
the crib again. I spit out my pacifier and protested, �I�ve just slept
one hour ago and it�s six o�clock! I�m not tired yet!� Karen just put
my pacifier back into my mouth and said, �Let�s count! You said -
thirteen words. That makes thirteen weeks more plus one extra week for
not keeping your dummy in its place. That means that you are a newborn
for the next two years and three months. But don�t worry. Some babies
grow faster, some do slower.� I started to cry but I knew that I had to
accept my fate.
When I woke up the next morning Karen changed my messy diaper on the
changing table and surprised me with a new sleeper. She said that it
was a special one. She altered some of my sleepers that night to make
sure I couldn�t move. She put me into it and told me to try to stand
up. I was lying on the back and tried so hard to get up but the sleeper
was so tight that it was impossible for me to do anything but struggle.
It was even sewn together on the feet and there where belts around the
sleeper�s arms that held my hands back.
Satisfied, Karen carried me to the kitchen and fed me my breakfast.
Today she took me to a mall instead of the park. Karen strapped me into
the car seat and loaded the baby stroller into the car. After half an
hour we arrived and I was strapped into the stroller and pushed around.
No one cared of me being an eight-year-old pushed around in a stroller
like a baby. I looked just like any other three-year-old with a
pacifier in his mouth.
Karen pushed me to a baby shop and looked for diapers. A shop assistant
saw her and asked if he could help. �I�m looking for some diapers for
my little baby son. He still wets heavily so I would like to get some
extra thick ones.� The shop assistant led her to the diaper aisle and
picked out one pack of diapers. �These are the thickest ones we offer.
They are for babies with special needs but they are so thick that they
limit the motility of the baby.� Karen said they were perfect for me
and took five packs of these diapers and paid for them.
Now she bought some new clothes for her and changed my wet diaper at
the restroom. Then she took me to a restaurant where she had some meat
and fed me three jars of baby food.
When we drove back home I felt the strong need to poop but was
successful at holding it for some time. I messed only at night but
during the day I could hold it. When we finally arrived at the house
Karen strapped me out of the car seat and carried me into the house.
While she was carrying me I lost control and pooped my diaper. I
started to cry through my pacifier. Karen smelled what I just did and
silenced me, �That�s ok, baby! That�s totally normal for a baby!� She
changed me and put me down for a nap.
Being dressed in this tight sleeper I could just lie around and sleep
but I knew that maybe it was quite good that Karen gave me this sleeper
because it avoided that I made something forbidden and got more
punishment.
The months passed by and summer came. Karen had a beach side house
where she used to pass the summers. This year was the first time I went
there too. After a twelve hours drive in my car seat we finally arrived
and I was immediately taken to a crib and had to wait till the next
morning to see the sea.
When I woke up I was changed and fed and strapped into my stroller in
just a diaper sucking my pacifier. Karen pushed me to the beach and put
me onto her lap to put sunscreen all over my body except my diaper
area. I wanted to go swimming but Karen said that babies can�t swim and
salt water would harm my baby skin. So I passed the holidays being
strapped into my stroller watching all the happy kids swimming in the
sea. Every time I saw a baby running around in just a diaper I peed my
diaper and started to cry but Karen just took me out of the stroller
and changed me in public but I was never allowed to even touch the
sand. Karen said that we would come to this beach every summer and
maybe in three years, when I was a good baby and grown a bit, I would
be allowed to built sandcastles on the beach and maybe in four or five
years when I was a toddler I would be allowed to go swimming but I had
to grow up and wasn�t old enough yet for big boy things like these.
Some months later I had my ninth birthday and Karen made a birthday
party for me. She invited some mothers and their babies she knew from
one of her friends who was working at the town�s daycare. The other
babies were put into my playpen together with me and when I saw them
playing happily with all the toddler toys tears rolled down my chin and
I wished I was one of them. I forgot all about being a big boy, I just
wanted to be a bigger baby to be allowed to play.
All my birthday presents were baby things such as pacifiers, rompers
and baby bottles. My birthday cake was the first solid food I was fed
since I was put back to babyhood and I spit it up because I was already
used to only mashed baby food. It was so embarrassing that Karen had
put only one single candle on the cake meaning that it was my first
birthday, not my ninth.
For the next two years and three months my life continued like that. It
was the most boring time of my whole life. After one year of not doing
anything but peeing and pooping my diaper, sleeping and sucking my
pacifier I wasn�t even thinking any more of big boy things like
walking, talking or holding back my potty needs. It was just normal for
me to behave like a newborn and I really got used to my life. I didn�t
count the days I would be a newborn any more like I did before and just
lived my life like it was without thinking of the past and the future.
It was normal for me to sleep half of the day and if I was put into my
crib I automatically got tired and fell asleep. My pacifier was after
my diaper the most important thing in my life because it gave me
comfort and kept me quiet. It kept me from talking and getting more
punishment. I got kind of hooked to the pacifier and started to cry
when Karen took it out of my mouth because I felt so insecure. I didn�t
care of anything and lived my life as a newborn for another year.
After two years and three months of treatment as a newborn I was
finally allowed to be a baby. Karen proudly said, �Today is my little
baby�s big day! You grow so fast! Unbelievable! Two years ago you were
born and look how big you are now!� At first I didn�t know what Karen
meant but then I remembered what had happened more than two years ago
and was so happy that I would be allowed to be a baby now at the age of
ten. Karen changed my messy diaper but dressed me into a different
sleeper and fed me in my highchair like every day. Then she put me into
my playpen and explained me the new baby rules for the next years.
1) No talking! You must keep your pacifier in your mouth. Violation
of this rule is one year week more for each word you say.
2) No walking! You are only allowed to crawl! Violation of this is
being put back to newborn status and starting by zero again.
3) Stay where you are told to! Violation of this is six months more.
4) You�ll be going to daycare and do what you are told to do! Also
six months more if you don�t listen to the caregivers.
5) You are only allowed to play with baby toys. No big boy toys or
TV! Violation of this is one year more.
I was so happy that I clapped my hands and made some baby sounds. Now
Karen left me alone in my playpen, �Now be a good baby and play while
mommy is preparing lunch.� I was still lying on my back and immediately
forgot that I was allowed to crawl and play. I just continued being a
newborn because I was so used to it. When Karen came she saw me lying
in the crib sucking my pacifier smelling my full diaper. �Growing up is
hard, little Donny!� she said and changed my diaper.
I just continued living my life as a newborn and it lasted two months
until I started to try to grab a baby rattle and play with it but I was
so much of a baby that this was so funny for me that I played the next
three months lying on my back with a rattle in my hand.
After being a baby for half a year I got interested in the other baby
toys too which were in my playpen and tried to get them but I had to
crawl. I tried to get up but I was so used to just lie around that I
couldn�t crawl anymore. It took me another two months until I could
crawl like an eighteen month old and played happily with all the baby
toys. I was so happy now. I loved my new mommy who took care of me so
well taking care of my diaper. I didn�t have to care about anything. I
could just play and let pee and poop go into my diaper. My pacifier
made me feel so relaxed too. Now that I was able to crawl I could also
play with the other babies when Karen took me for a walk in the
stroller and pushed me to the playground. I built sandcastles with
other babies and had so much fun. After lunch Karen put me on the floor
and I happily crawled to the stroller looking forward to playing with
my baby friends again. Karen was happy too because this was what she
had ever dreamed of, having a happy little baby to take care of.
I loved being at the town�s daycare too. There were three classes. One
big kid class for the potty trained ones, one for toddlers ready for
potty training and one for babies with no control over their potty
needs. Of course I was sent to the baby class and fit in well with the
other babies. I messed my diaper, was quiet if I had my pacifier in my
mouth and played in the playpen.
One month before I would graduate to toddler status one of my toys fell
through the bars out of the playpen. I tried to grab it through the
bars but I couldn�t. I started to cry but Karen didn�t hear me because
she was cleaning the room with the vacuum cleaner. I wanted to get that
toy and knew that the only way to get it was climbing out of the
playpen but I also had in mind that I would be a newborn again if Karen
caught me. I continued playing with the other toys but I wanted my
favorite toy so badly that I couldn�t resist and climbed tried to climb
over the crib rail. At first I couldn�t even stand up but through
holding on the bars I managed to stand but fell down again. After
trying it several times I finally stood stable and tried to get over
the rail but I simply couldn�t. I was so lucky that I just fell back
onto my butt only seconds before Karen entered the room and handed me
my lost toy.
After one year of being a baby I finally graduated to toddler status.
Karen couldn�t believe how big her baby was and missed the good old
times but you couldn�t do anything against time. If she could she would
take me back to babyhood again. I knew that she could because she would
set up the new toddler rules that way, what she really did:
1) You can take out your pacifier but you are only allowed to say
simple words such as pee or poop! Every big boy word is one week more
back to babyhood.
2) You have to call me Mommy. If you don�t you are a baby again for
one week.
3) As a toddler you must hold your potty needs for two hours to get
training pants. Until you can hold it that long you are kept in
diapers.
4) If you need to go potty only mommy can take you there. You
mustn�t go to the potty alone! Violation is one month back to babyhood.
5) You are allowed to walk from now on but you have to stay where I
put you to play and you mustn�t run away! Violation of this is back to
being a newborn.
6) You are allowed to watch only toddler shows on TV. If you change
the channel you get back to babyhood for one year.
7) If you get potty trained you are only allowed one accident a day
and you mustn�t mess your training pants. If you fail you are kept in
diapers for another six weeks.
These rules were not that bad I thought and I was looking forward to
being allowed to walk and talk again.
After my breakfast which still consisted in baby food I was handed a
baby bottle and the first time since three years I was allowed to hold
my own bottle but that wasn�t that easy and it fell out of my hands
several times. Karen laughed and just smiled, �My baby needs to learn
how to be a toddler. But don�t worry. I can hold the bottle for you!� I
was so used to just open my mouth and get my formula so I just did the
same although I was a toddler.
Adapting to toddler status was extremely hard for me to do. I was so
used to being a baby that I just kept on pooping and peeing without
thinking. I didn�t even feel poop coming out. I just felt it when it
was in my diaper but I didn�t care at all. I kept sucking my pacifier
too and if I wanted a change I spit it out and tried to say, �Mommy!
Poop!� but after more than three years of not saying a word it sounded
just like the first sounds of a baby.
After half a year of being a toddler I finally started to walk but fell
down very often and didn�t like walking at all. I was still pushed in
the stroller because it was much more comfortable.
I still went to the baby class too because the caretakers said that I
couldn�t go to the toddler class until I could hold my pee for two
hours.
After one year of being a toddler I finally turned into an active
little diaper boy who waddled in his diaper but kept messing it all the
time and still needed his pacifier. I run around the in house all the
time and was a really happy diaper kid. I didn�t want anything else but
being a diaper wearing toddler.
Mommy said that I was four years now although I was twelve. When summer
came we went to our beach side house again and the first time I was
allowed to swim in the sea. Mommy put me into a water proof diaper and
put swim wings on my arms. I was still sucking my pacifier when she
took me to the sea and let me swim.
Afterwards I built a sandcastle sitting only in a diaper sucking my
pacifier and no one cared of me. Even when I saw another little baby
playing in the sand no one cared as I waddled towards the other baby
and wanted to play with him but this was a big mistake. I was such a
happy toddler that I totally forgot about the toddler rules. I violated
the rule that restricted me to stay where mommy put me to play which
meant that I would be a newborn again.
Karen followed me and took me back to our place again. She strapped me
into the stroller and said, �Looks like my little baby Donny has
forgotten what he has learned in the past two years. I think I let him
be a toddler too early.�
When I realized that I would lose all my toddler rights today I didn�t
even cry or whimper. I had turned so much into a baby that I did not
really care at the moment but when Mommy dressed me into a thick baby
diaper and put me into the newborn sleeper I regretted what I did. I
started to cry and spit out my pacifier but Mommy said that we start by
zero again and that I earned one week more.
So I passed the next year as a newborn again and forgot all about being
a toddler. When I graduated to baby status after one year it was even
harder for me that two years before to adapt to babyhood. It took me
one year to be able to crawl and Mommy said that it would be better for
me to just stay being a baby for the next three years and to see how I
develop.
That�s what I am now. I�m a normal baby, as tall as any three-year-old
with no control over my potty needs. My diaper is always wet and I mess
at least four times a day. Since Mommy adopted me I haven�t talked
anything and don�t even think of trying to talk. Why should I? Crying
gets me what I need.
I�m just a pacifier sucking baby who needs his mommy for everything he
does. Mommy promised me that she will send me to elementary school when
I get potty trained but I don�t know if I can ever hold my pee. I love
my mommy and it doesn�t bother neither her nor me that I�m still a real
baby.
| Editing level:
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| Editing Notes:
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- Some minor tweaks made here and there, but overall, no problems.
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