| Title:
| Little Brother
|
| Name:
| Donny
|
| Email:
| [email protected]
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| Gender:
| Male
|
| Current Age:
| 56
|
| Posting Date:
| 10/05/08
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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 | ● | 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 | ●
|
|
| Summary:
|
Weakly potty trained 7-year-old boy tries out his brother diapers while his mother is
sitting down potty training rules for his baby brother. His
mother finds out how weakly potty trained he is. He ends up trading places with his baby
brother and becomes the only baby in the house.
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CHAPTER 1
My name is Donny. When I was seven years old that was the year I
graduated to the fourth grade. I was book smart; learning was easy for
me. Show me once on paper and I knew how to do it. My classmates did
not like me. They called me teacher�s pet along with potty baby because
I went to the restroom so many times during the day. I did not care
what they called me; I did not like them, either.
For me, learning how to do physical things like riding a bike or
climbing a rope ladder, was hard for me. Last week I learned how to
swing myself in a swing without a starting push from someone. My baby
brother Bobby was just two and a half, almost three years old, and he
is already swinging by himself. He could do anything I could do
physically, even ride a two-wheeler. We both had our training wheels
removed on the same day just last week.
Bobby is almost three. He is still in diapers because he is a baby, and
only babies still wear diapers. I have not worn diapers during the day
since before I had my second birthday, long ago forgotten by me. Mom
had me daytime potty trained before my second birthday. I was quick and
willing to please mommy by learning potty training. I want to be a good
boy. Bobby is slower at learning about the potty. He resisted mommy.
Every time she tried to get him to use the potty he would say NO. Bobby
wanted to play, NOT get up to use the stupid potty. Bobby was dry every
morning and after his nap, so he was more than able to hold it and use
the potty, but he still wanted to wet his diapers when we play.
Last week mom made Bobby wear Pull-ups when he slept, telling him that
is what Donny wears when he sleeps. She did not tell him that I need to
wear them because I still wet whenever I sleep. I have to wear Pull-ups
at night only because I have never had a dry night in my life. I cannot
help it, it just happens. I DON�T TAKE NAPS so the only time I am
wearing Pull-ups is at night and sometimes on long trips because I have
trouble holding my pee very long. I am a big boy, not a baby. I wear
the Pull-ups ONLY at night and only on long trips never, never ever
during the day around the house, because I am a BIG BOY.
Mommy says when I have three weeks of dry nights I will not have to
wear the Pull-ups to bed then I will be a real big boy. I told mom I
WAS A BIG BOY. Mom said real big boys DON�T WET THEMSELVES, EVER! Mom
told me the thick plastic sheet on MY mattress will stay until I stay
dry for one year with no accidents. Then I can wear regular underwear
full time, sleeping on an unprotected mattress like a big boy should.
Last night while I was playing with my Hot Wheels mom was getting Bobby
ready for bed. She gave Bobby thin cotton training pants to wear at
night instead of diapering him or putting Pull-ups on him. Mom told him
this is what real big boys wear to bed. She did this so he could get
used to the feel of thinner underwear at night before he starts wearing
them during the day. Bobby liked his new underwear as soon as mom
pulled them on him. Bobby had a big smile on his face. He was very
proud of sleeping dry at night. Bobby was starting to catch on that if
you wear diapers you are a BABY, not a big boy. He wants to be a BIG
BOY so badly.
After his first pair of thin cotton training pants that night Bobby was
hooked on being a big boy. He started to hold his pee longer and
longer. He wanted to be a real big boy and wear thinner underwear all
the time, not just at night. Mom told him if he could keep his Pull-ups
dry during the day he could have the thin underwear all the time. He
wanted the cotton underwear during the day too, not just at night. He
started to hold his pee not letting his diaper or Pull-up get soaked
like before. He would hold out until mom took him to the potty every
two and a half hours. Bobby�s Pull-up or diaper stopped getting flooded
he wanted the big boy underwear so badly.
The next day Bobby went pee only when mom came to take him to the potty
mom was so proud she gave him Pull-ups fulltime instead of his usual
diaper. Bobby is getting to be such a big boy using the potty more and
more every day instead of his pants soon he will not need diapers or
Pull-ups at all. Bobby kept saying to me �Me a Big Boy, me use the
potty, not my pants,� he said it all the time playing. Whatever we did,
he was saying it.
Every morning I put my wet Pull-up in Bobby�s diaper pail. It was no
big deal. I have done this since Bobby was moved into my room. That is
when mom stopped putting diapers on me at night, giving me Pull-ups
instead. She told me she is not going to diaper two boys. Bobby moved
into my room two years ago. He was eleven and a half months old then,
almost one year old.
That is when mom told me that my bedwetting is my responsibility to put
on my own Pull-up. I have been on my own since. I was five years old
then. I could put my own Pull-ups since I was a big boy I did not need
mom to do it for me. Now Bobby is almost three. Mom wakes me after she
has him dressed and ready to play. She would leave me to get out of my
wet clothes in private so Bobby will not see me in a wet Pull-up.
The fourth day of summer vacation Bobby and I were playing in our
sandbox having fun. I needed to stop to use the potty every forty-five
minutes or so. That is normal even when I am at school. I always needed
to potty all the time. Three hours after breakfast Bobby stopped
playing in the sand with me as he stared into space. I watched him.
After about ten seconds he just started to play again. Five minutes or
so after Bobby did his stare thing I had to make a fast run into the
house to use the potty just in time to prevent me from wetting my
pants. It was the fourth time since breakfast I needed the potty.
Breakfast was just three hours ago.
I returned from my fourth potty trip this morning to play with Bobby. I
was still trying to figure what Bobby was doing when he stopped playing
and did his stare thing. Was there something wrong with him, should I
tell mom. I continued to watch him until mom came out and said Bobby
it�s PANTS-CHECKING TIME.
Mom walked over to Bobby. He stood up for mom to check his Pull-up. Mom
stuck her finger into the front of his Pull-up then said, �You need to
try harder to stay dry, Bobby.� Then she checked the back for any
surprises. Mom asked Bobby if he needs the potty; he nodded slightly.
Bobby just sort of grinned at me as mom carried him into the house. Ten
minutes later, here came Bobby running back to play. He was wearing a
fresh new Pull-up smiling smelling of baby powder. I realized that when
he stopped to stare he was wetting his diaper he knew what he was
doing.
Why would Bobby wet himself? Why would Bobby knowingly do that? He knew
he was wetting his pants on purpose but babies do that sort of thing,
don�t they? When I was his age I had already mastered the potty and
didn�t do that. I used the potty like a big boy should, not a diaper or
Pull-up like a baby. Since Bobby wears and uses Pull-ups and sometimes
diapers like a potty he still must be a baby. It is no big deal if
Bobby uses his Pull-up or diaper; that is what they are for. I watched
him for two days. Every time he had to pee when we were playing hard he
did it in his diaper, knowing he was doing it with a big smile on his
face.
Bobby only peed his pants once or twice day, so I had to watch him all
the time or I could not catch him wetting. Most of the time mom would
get him to the potty in time. I never smelled poopy, baby�s poop in
their diapers, don�t they? Bobby must poop in his Pull-up or diaper he
is a diaper baby. I am a big boy so I use the potty like a big boy, ten
or eleven times a day, sometimes more if I drink a lot.
I poop in the potty every morning after I eat breakfast, never in my
pants, I am a big boy. Pooping in your pants would be nasty, I would
NEVER DO THAT; that�s for babies ONLY. Bobby must poop in his diaper.
He has to because if I have to poop in the potty every day he has to
poop somewhere, it must be his diaper.
What I didn�t know is Bobby has not wet in his sleep for over a year or
pooped in his diaper in four months. I never paid attention to his
diaper usage until now. All I knew is that he wears diapers or Pull-ups
so he must need them like I need them to sleep in, but he is just a
baby. I was just a bedwetter so I was allowed to wear toddler Pull-ups
to bed not diapers because I am a BIG BOY not a baby. I didn�t use
diapers or Pull-ups during the day unless we go on long trips. I used
big boy underpants called Underoos. I am the BIG BOY. I have had only a
few accidents during the day, but mom didn�t know about them. They were
my secret because I changed myself. They were just accidents I didn�t
wet on purpose.
When I sleep at night I used toddler Pull-ups, not the big boy
Goodnites. I was small and Pull-ups were cheaper than GoodNites. Mom
said we get 14 more Pull-ups for the same price as the Goodnites. The
Pull-ups I used were size T3-T4, whatever that means. I wore them ONLY
AT NIGHT only because I still wet the bed at night only. Maybe on long
trips mom will make me wear a Pull-up so we would not be stopping all
the time. I don�t do it on purpose like Bobby does.
I never know I am wetting at night until morning when I woke up in the
morning. On long trips I can�t hold my pee very long. I really do not
want to wet my bed but it happens, my pants wetting is because I can�t
hold it until I get to the potty.
No one knew I was a bed wetter except for mom. I think mom had Bobby in
diapers yesterday during the day, so who cares? He wet his Pull-up only
once. He needs diapers, he is still a baby. Wetting the bed was not
like Bobby. He knew he was wetting his pants. I did not know I was
wetting my bed I was asleep. My daytime accidents were only because I
could not hold it long enough. Bobby never knew that I sometimes had to
wear daytime Pull-ups on long trips mom helped me keep it a secret.
Bobby did not wet when he slept he could hold his pee until morning
without wetting his bed.
I could not hold my pee very long. My pee just came out while I slept,
making me wet my bed. Bobby stayed dry at night because he could hold
his pee for a very long time. He even slept longer than I did. His
bedtime was 7:30 or 8:00; my bedtime was 8:30 or 9:30 PM. Bobby has
been dry in the morning and after his nap for the last year and nine
months.
Mom started Bobby�s potty training three months ago before summer
vacation started. Mom would wake Bobby. She would remove his clean, dry
diaper then have him sit on the potty where he would pee in his little
potty chair�s pot. I was always asleep when he would be on the potty
chair doing his thing. This is when he started making his daily BM in
the potty every day. I never seen mom do this for Bobby. I was sleeping
so soundly I never knew he was getting so well potty trained that way.
On the fifth day of summer vacation it was Friday. I was curious to see
what it was like to wet a diaper, knowing that I was doing it just like
Bobby was doing. He seemed to like doing it so much, smiling after he
was done. Bobby would be three years old in less than two weeks, no
longer using diapers because mom made him a deal, no more diapers after
his birthday.
Mom told him if he was potty trained he will get a big boy booster seat
at the table, a bed like mine, a booster car seat, no more stroller
time, the best of all his very own Underoos too, then he will be a big
boy just like Donny. I learned of this deal and thought this might be
my last chance to use one of his diapers.
That morning mom woke me up, telling me to take care of myself, I knew
what she meant. Mom had finished with Bobby�s potty training lesson
Bobby was dressed ready to play as they left the room.
I rolled out of bed removed my wet Pull-up put it in the diaper Genie.
I wiped off the pee smell, prepared myself to get dressed for the day.
Instead of putting my regular Underoos underpants on I put one of
Bobby�s size 4 Huggies diapers on. Mom had trained me how to diaper
Bobby a long time ago so I would know how to put a diaper on him. Mom
yelled to me to hurry up, be sure to wipe off before I got dressed. She
always told me that she said she doesn�t want me smelling like a wet
baby.
I grabbed one of Bobby�s diapers and quickly spread it on Bobby�s
changing mat on the floor. Then I quickly lay down on the diaper, put
powder on my crotch brought the diaper between my legs. I pulled it
tight like mom showed me taped the sides the diaper felt so good to me
for some reason. I stood up to look at myself in the mirror I looked
just like Bobby the diaper was just a little small and tight but it fit
me it felt so neat.
Then I heard mom coming so down the hall I quickly put the summer
shorts I had laid out on my bed on to hide the diaper. I was all most
dressed wearing diapers under my summer shorts ready to play. Mom would
never know that I was wearing diapers under my summer shorts. I picked
out the longest tee shirt I had. It was long, hiding what little bulge
there was under my summer shorts. I was free to do the same thing Bobby
likes doing, playing. Mom walked in the room as I was pulling my tee
shirt down over the top of my red shorts. Mom asked. What was taking me
so long? I said, �I just finished, I am ready now.� She told me to
hurry up, get to the kitchen and eat breakfast.
While we ate breakfast Bobby sat in his highchair. I was in my booster
seat. Mom told us the new potty training rules of the house. She told
us seven rules we have to follow. I asked mom if they were my rules,
too I am a big boy and already know how to use the potty. She told us
these rules are for both of us, what is good for one little boy is good
for the other it is only fair thing to do:
1. Wet your pants, you lose you big boy pants and wear Pull-ups for
three days.
2. Wet Pull-ups are allowed only twice a day; diapers are used after
that time.
3. Wet your diaper, you stay wearing just diapers until you have
three dry days.
4. You need to use the potty successfully for three days to get
Pull-ups.
5. You need to have three days of clean dry Pull-ups to get Cotton
training pants and another three days dry training pants to get your
Underoos.
6. Messy pants, Pull-ups, or diapers you must wear diapers only, no
potty training for three weeks.
7. When wearing Pull-ups or diapers you are not allowed to hide them
with other clothes around the house.
We were eating our meal. Bobby still likes his bottle but after his
third birthday he has to give it up during his meals. Mom said he can
keep his nap and night bottle if he wants to. I drank from a training
cup because of my many spills. It�s okay, seven-year-olds need training
cups, too. I also wear a bib because I was such a messy eater. Mommy
told me when I stop spilling food all over myself when I eat I will not
need the bib.
Bobby did not need a bib. He was a neat eater, never spilling or
dropping food like I did. For my breakfast I ate three slices of French
toast, dropping only two small pieces on my bib one on the floor with
just a small amount of syrup on my face. I drank two large cups of
milk, 10 ounces each. When we finished our breakfast mom removed my
messy bib and wiped my face off. Bobby needed no wiping off. Mom tried
to give me a pat on my bottom but I was too quick for her, I did not
want her to know about my diaper. Bobby and I ran outside to the
backyard to have fun with Bobby following.
While we played I tried to hold my pee until Bobby did his stare thing
meaning he was wetting his pants. I kept holding it and holding it, it
seamed like hours but it was not even an hour. I could not hold it any
longer so I wet my diaper long before Bobby wet his Pull-up. I had to
pee in my diaper two more times before I thought I saw Bobby do his
stare thing, making his Pull-up damp. My wet diaper felt so nice warm
and squishy on me, now I know why Bobby does it. I had an idea-- I
could wear diapers when I played. I would not need to be interrupted by
using the stupid potty all the time, I could play longer, too, have
more fun, too. I was wearing big-boy pants hiding my wet diapers. No
one would ever know I was doing such a baby thing in my pants, it would
be my secret.
This would be perfect for me to wear diapers. I could change myself and
no one would ever know. I looked at Bobby closely. I could barely tell
he was wet even though he was wearing only a Pull-up. Bobby�s Pull-up
had a very small yellow spot on the front about half the size of a
ping-pong ball. I was sitting in the sandbox wearing a fully soaked
diaper covered by my summer shorts and long tee shirt. I was playing
like nothing happened. Bobby was wearing his wet Pull-up with a short
tee shirt smiling as though nothing was wrong. We were having so much
fun until mom came out to check Bobby�s pants.
Mom did not see my bloated diaper as she was busy checking Bobby to see
if he was wet yet. She said, �Bobby, you are not even a little wet; do
you need to potty now and get big boy pants to wear? Maybe you can use
the potty now and try to be a big boy.� Bobby smiled. Mom picked Bobby
up and carried him into the house without a word about my bloated
diaper. Mom did not see I was wearing a wet diaper I was so thankful of
that. My summer shorts were bulging a little with the warm, squishy
diaper. My diaper felt so nice as I waddled to the house with mom and
Bobby in the lead. I would have trouble hiding my diapers if mom just
glanced at me she would know I need a diaper change too. She was busy
carrying Bobby to get him changed, not looking at me.
I followed them from a distance waddling as I went to the bathroom so I
could get changed out of my wet diaper in the bathroom. I removed my
bloated diaper wiped off with baby wipes to remove the pee smell. I
found a new diaper in the towel cabinet mom had a supply of diapers in
every room. I quickly taped one on and pulled up my summer shorts on. I
hid my wet diaper under some dirty clothes and went to watch what was
taking mom so long with Bobby.
Bobby was sitting on his training potty that was in our room next to
his crib for is potty training. Bobby was standing peeing like a big
boy to my surprise he is not a baby like I thought. When he was done
mom had him step into his cotton training pants she was holding saying
he needs to practice being a big boy for his birthday. Mom let him pull
his own cloth training pants on and said look at Big boy Bobby he don�t
need baby diapers any more he is a real big boy now. When I heard that
I knew I was right this was the very last chance to try out diapers.
Mom told him to empty the pot in the toilet. I watched him as he
carefully carried the potty to the bathroom and poured the contents
into the toilet. He pulled the handle to flush it away then he washed
the pot out in the bathtub put it back under his potty chair. He ran
back to the bathroom, washed his hands and said, �all done.� Mom had
him step into some summer shorts just like the ones I was wearing. Now
Bobby is a real big boy, no more baby underwear for Bobby.
Bobby was a bigger boy than I thought he was. I really thought he would
be in diapers for another 3 or 4 weeks at least with lots of accidents.
Mom handed me his used Pull-up and told me to put it in the diaper
Genie. As I carried it to the Genie I noticed it was not even damp. I
looked at the yellow spot. It was orange juice he must have just
dribbled a small amount onto his diaper to make that spot.
I did not want mom to know I had use a diaper like a baby so I waited
on her to take Bobby back outside. I ran to the bathroom, grabbed the
wet diaper, ran back to my room put it in the Diaper Genie so no one
would ever find out. I did not want to get caught wearing and using
baby diapers, I was a big boy. After I put my wet diaper away I knew I
had gotten away with using a diaper. I thought this is so fun. I hope
mom puts Bobby back in diapers again and again so I can do use more
diapers, too.
I figure if Bobby would have accidents he might go back to diapers. I
will try to get him have an accident then he can stay in diapers with
me for a long time. We could have so much more fun playing without
being interrupted by our potty needs. If I could get him to wet his
training pants a couple of times every day mom would have to put him
back into diapers or at least Pull-ups.
The rest of the day I tried to trick Bobby into wetting his pants by
playing with him one on one. Bobby really like it when I played with
him not just around him but all he did was hold it longer and longer.
Bobby did not know I was wearing his diapers he was trying to out hold
me for running to the potty after three and a half hours he made his
run. I had wet my diaper four times it was so fun no one knew I was
wearing diapers and wetting in them.
My tee shirt kept my bloated diaper hidden so no one would know. That
night I put my wet diaper in the Diaper Genie then went to the bathroom
to put another diaper on under my pajamas after my bath so mom would
not see. When mom tucked me in for the night she patted me on the butt,
saying, �I see you have your Pull-ups on, that�s good.� She always
checks me that way. She did not know it was not a Pull-up but a diaper,
she did not look.
The next morning at first thought I slept dry for the first time in my
life, I was so happy. Then I realized my diaper was bloated so big it
was puffing out my pajamas so much I could not hide it. I found out
then that diapers hold more than Pull-ups. They get bigger, too, when
they get wet. I can barely tell I am wet on the inside of the diaper.
Mom suddenly walked into the room looking right at me seeing saw how
bloated my Pull-up was since I had kicked off my sheets during the
night. She had to look closer at me because of my bloated condition.
She pulled down the front of my pajamas. She saw the top of the diaper
she knew I was not wearing Pull-ups that I was wearing one of Bobby�s
diapers.
Mom told me to get that wet diaper off put it in the diaper pail where
it belongs. She handed me baby wipes to wipe off the pee smell. Mom
picked up Bobby out of his crib to put him on the changing table out of
habit. She was going to remove his diaper for his potty time like
always. When she found a clean, dry pair of cotton training pants she
quickly put him down off the table and said go potty big boy. Bobby ran
to his potty chair where he pulled down his underwear sat on his potty
to do a very long pee and made a big BM, too.
Mom told me that Bobby has not wet his bed in well over a year or
pooped his pants in over four months. She said, �Bobby is going to be a
big boy now, no more diapers for him, only Underoos from now on.� I
wiped myself with a few more baby wipes while mom praised Bobby for
being a big boy on the potty; he even wiped his own butt. When Bobby
was done on the potty he emptied it and cleaned it like mom trained
him. When he returned naked mom handed him his NEW Underoos. Bobby
quickly pulled on his new pants on with a big smile. Bobby said, �Me a
big boy now!� Mom said, �Yes, Bobby, you are a Big Boy wearing big-boy
pants for the first time, no more baby clothes for big boy Bobby.� Mom
said nothing about my wet night diaper.
Mom said, �Now it�s Donny�s turn to sit on the potty for ten minutes.
It looks like he needs potty trained, too.� I tried to talk her into
letting me sit on the real potty but she had already fastened the
safety belt so I could not get up. Mom told me to use this potty like
big-boy Bobby. I sat on the potty feeling like a baby trying to make
his mommy happy but nothing happened. Bobby was watching me as he put
on his own clothes that mom was handing him. He was dressing himself
with no help from mom. Bobby had dressed himself in Underoos, summer
shorts and a tee shirt. He looked like a normal potty-trained three-
year-old now, no diaper bulge. Bobby said, �Donny is getting potty
trained, too.�
Mom unfastened the safety belt holding me on the potty. She looked in
to the empty pot, saying that I need to try harder to keep dry until
the next potty time. Mom put me on the changing table where she put
baby lotion and powder on me. She had the strap over my chest so I
could not get up I started to cry as she put baby powder on me. I was
crying because I thought she was going to diaper me right there in
front of Bobby. I said it was an accident, it would not happen again.
Mom said wearing the diaper was no accident. Wetting in it might have
been an accident but wearing it was my doing. Mom told me if I did it
again I would be in big trouble.
Mom asked why was I wearing the diaper anyway. I was crying hard saying
I don�t want to wear diapers anymore. I was just seeing how they felt.
Bobby seamed to like them so much I just wanted to see how they felt. I
am a big boy, not a baby. Mom told me it is OKAY. She was not going to
diaper me, THIS TIME.
She said if I was not careful that I would end up with diaper rash. She
was just making sure I would not get a diaper rash from the wet diaper
I slept in. Mom finished my clean up but she would not let me put on my
own Pull-up she pulled it on me. She told me that I would be wearing
Pull-ups from now on until I can prove to her I don�t need them. The
only way I could do that is to keep my Pull-ups dry for three days.
Then I could wear cotton training pants for three days then get my
Underoos back in three more days; that is the rules.
Boy was I glad that all I would get was a Pull-up as punishment for a
few days for taking Bobby�s diapers and wetting them. Pull-ups are NOT
baby diapers. Pull-ups are almost BIG BOY pants. I know because that is
what everyone says when a kid gets Pull-ups to wear for the first time.
We ate our breakfast just like we always do. Mom removed my bib and
washed my messy face. Bobby giggled at me, he never needs cleaned up
after he eats. We ran out to the backyard to play me dressed in a tee
shirt and Pull-up, Bobby dressed in Underoos, summer shorts, and a tee
shirt.
Bobby and I were playing for about forty-five minutes when I felt the
need to pee so I ran to the house to use the potty. The rest of the day
I was clean and dry just like Bobby, me needing four times more potty
trips as Bobby did. Bobby took his nap while I played in the sand by
myself. When Bobby returned from his nap we played on the swings and
other ride-on toys. We had to go inside at 6:00 PM to eat dinner. For
the rest of the day we played inside until bedtime.
When mom called Bobby for bedtime I wet the Pull-up, thinking mom would
not know what I did; besides, I was busy playing. I did not want to
stop. I could change my Pull-up and put it in the Genie when I get
dressed into my pajamas mom is never there to watch me. The wet Pull-up
did not feel like a diaper. It did not swell up, either, but I could
still play without interruption. Mom called me to bed at 9:30 but
before I got my pajamas on I put my wet Pull-up in the diaper Genie.
Then I got a new Pull-up on before mom came back to tuck me in for the
night.
Mom pulled down my pajama bottom to check to see if my Pull-up was
still dry before tucking me in for the night. Since I was still wearing
a dry Pull-up she said two more days being dry I might get training
pants as she tucked me in, I giggle with happiness. Mom said good
night, kissing me on the forehead.
Mom would never know I had wet my Pull-up before bedtime. Now I could
have fun playing, not worrying about using the potty. It would almost
be like diapers, big boy diapers. I did not know that mom had just
emptied the Diaper Genie after she tucked Bobby in for the night. My
wet Pull-up was the only thing in it. I woke up for some reason before
the sun came up about 4:30 in the morning. I got out of bed, removed my
wet, soaked Pull-up and put it in the Genie. I felt around in the dark
for another Pull-up but I could only find diapers, they were
everywhere. I decided to put the diaper on since mom never checked me
in the morning. I quickly taped on the diaper instead of putting on a
Pull-up. Only because I could not find another Pull-up and I wanted to
go back to sleep; besides, mom would never know I was wearing diapers,
she already checked me once. I thought I would not wet again. This way
I would be ready to play when mom woke me up. I fell back to sleep in
minutes.
That morning mom told me to change my wet Pull-up for a fresh daytime
Pull-up. I asked mom when can I get regular pants again I was a big boy
yesterday I stayed dry. Mom said she found the wet Pull-up I had on
yesterday in the Diaper Genie along with another one so I must have wet
before I went to bed then again last night in my sleep too. That proves
to her I need to wear Pull-ups and get better potty trained. When I can
prove to her I am good enough to wear the cotton training pants she
will give them to me.
I asked mom how she knew I wet the Pull-ups yesterday they could have
been Bobby�s old ones. Mom told me she found wet Pull-ups in the pail
this morning but she had empted it at Bobby�s bedtime while I was
playing. The Genie should still be empty but it is not empty is it.
�You tried to hide your wet Pull-ups from me, didn�t you?� she said.
She found two of my wet Pull-ups in the Genie this morning. Bobby
didn�t climb out of his crib and do it; he doesn�t even wear Pull-ups.
He is a big boy, so I mush have put them there. Mom had already let
Bobby sit on the potty where he did his pee and poop thing.
Bobby was returning from emptying the potty�s pot he put the pot back
in place just like a big boy should. Mom said it was my turn to sit on
it for my training while Bobby washed his hands. I was able to pull the
diaper I was wearing off inside my pajamas so mom would not see it. I
sat on the potty where mom fastened the belt. Mom and I watched as
Bobby got his own clothes out of the dresser and got dressed by his
self. When Bobby was finished dressing mom released me from the potty.
Mom left the room and told me to get my Pull-ups on and come to
breakfast. I quickly removed my wet diaper from my pajamas rolled it up
to put it in the Genie as quickly as I could so mom would not see it. I
dressed myself in a Pull-up like she told me and looked for summer
shorts to cover my Pull-ups I could not find my pants to hide my Pull-
up.
I ran to the kitchen wearing just my Pull-up asking mom where she has
my pants. Mom said little boys having trouble with potty training like
me don�t use pants; remember the potty training rules. I said, �I am a
big boy, not a baby. Bobby is the baby being potty trained, not me.�
Mom told me to prove it and then STAY DRY like Bobby. �Bobby did not
have an accident yesterday, so he gets big boy clothes today; you had
the accident.� I told mom that I wet only because I did not want to
stop playing with my Hot Wheels. Mom said I should have held it like a
big boy.
After breakfast we went out to play. When I felt the need to pee I went
to the bathroom door to find it locked. I asked mom why she locked the
bathroom door locked now. Mom told me that I have to learn to hold my
pee until it is potty time like Bobby can. The bathroom door is locked
for two hours after every potty time, then it will be unlocked. You can
use the potty only at potty time. I ran to our room to use the training
potty chair but it was gone. I went slowly back out to play more. I was
determined to out-hold Bobby. I was the big boy and Bobby was the baby.
I lost my battle five minutes later wetting my Pull-up just like I did
yesterday when I was playing with my Hot Wheels. I wet two more times
before Bobby got up and ran to the house to use the potty. It was two
and a half hours since our last potty time. I was trying to out hold my
baby brother but could not do it. I stood up my Pull-up was starting to
sag and leak as I walked to the house following Bobby.
Bobby didn�t do his stare this time. Bobby used the potty like a big
boy he was becoming. Minutes before mommy would have called us for our
potty time it was two and a half hours after breakfast. I followed
Bobby into the bathroom where he stepped onto the step stool in front
of the big potty he made a long pee standing up. Mom saw my bloated
sagging Pull-up telling me, �Donny, it�s time to get your wet pants
changed.� Mom was so proud of Bobby was getting potty trained so
quickly she praised him all the time. Mom said nothing more about my
wet Pull-up, handing me a fresh one to put on.
Every time Bobby used the potty mom lock the door for another two and a
half hours. I had to use the potty only when Bobby did or use my pants.
I found I could not hold my pee long enough. I had to get my pants
changed by mom sometimes twice before Bobby used the potty once. Mom
never reminded Bobby to use the potty he just started to use the potty
not his pants all by himself.
On the third day of potty training mom came out early catching me with
my Pull-ups already soaked only a half hour after breakfast. She asked
Bobby if he needed to go potty. He said me is a big boy me not have to
go me can hold it.
I am wearing just Pull-ups all day because I keep wetting all the time.
On the fifth day of potty training I looked into my underwear drawer
and found NO UNDERWEAR, and just one Pull-up left. Mom said that I have
to earn my underwear rights and that underwear is for big boys only,
not pants-wetting toddlers. Mom told me that I had to wear Pull-ups or
diapers until I get potty trained like a big boy should be. I said I
don�t want to wear diapers, I AM A BIG BOY, not a baby. Mom told me I
would wear what she told me to wear.
At breakfast on the fifth day mom said we need to go to the store and
get more Pull-ups for little Donny. Bobby has had so much success at
using the potty he was now wearing nothing but Underoos for his
underwear, not cotton training-pants, not Pull-ups, not diapers, just
Underoos. Bobby has his own underwear drawer now that he was so proud
of showing everyone he could he had no accidents and was a real big
boy. Bobby was so good at using the potty without even being asked if
he needed to go. He never even had an accident once after mom put him
in Pull-ups during the daytime five days ago. Bobby is wearing Underoos
saying he is the big boy he don�t need Pull-ups or a diaper like a baby
does.
Mom grabbed our hands after we were finished eating breakfast she led
us to the bathroom. Mom told Bobby to sit on the big potty and see if
he can use it instead of the baby�s potty. Bobby stepped onto the
stepping stool, turned around quickly, pulled down his pants and sat
down like a big boy would. While Bobby was busy on the big potty making
his BM and peeing Mom told me to sit on the potty chair she had moved
into the bathroom. Mom told me to be a big boy and use this potty and
maybe next time I could use the big potty, too. I pulled down my Pull-
up, sat down on the potty for the required ten minutes for potty
training. I failed to even dribble a drop no matter how hard I tried.
Mom released me from the potty and said, �Potty time is over, let�s go
to the store.� Mom handed me summer shorts to hide my Pull-ups. I
quickly pulled my summer shorts over my Pull-ups.
As soon as my pants were in place mom had my hand leading us to the
van. My summer shorts did not hide my padded condition very well.
Anyone that knew what to look for would know what I was wearing.
I asked mom for something to hide my Pull-ups better. Mom said I don�t
need anything better, it is too hot. Little boys in training-pants
don�t more than I have on hot days like this. I asked, �What about
Bobby? He has training pants, too, doesn�t he?� Mom told me Bobby is
wearing real underwear, not training pants like I was. The tee shirt I
had on did nothing to hide my padding under my summer shorts. This tee
shirt must have been one of Bobby�s, it was so small. I hoped no one I
knew would see me as I walk around the store.
Mom fastened me into Bobby�s old car seat while he got into my old
booster seat. His car seat was impossible for me to get out of. I had
to wait for mom to release me. On the ten-minute ride to the store I
wet my Pull-up; it happened so fast it was over before I knew it. Mom
released me from my car seat and we walked into the store.
As we walked around the store mom bought food and baby supplies, five
large bags of size 6 Huggies with 88 in each box. Mom picked up baby
powder and other things. I wondered why she was buying so many diapers
and no Pull-ups. I did not need diapers. I needed Pull-ups, maybe they
were for someone else. They were even the wrong size. Bobby wore size
5, not size 6. I was wearing Pull-ups, not diapers, Pull-ups are still
big boy pants, so I am a big boy, not a baby. I did not see she was
buying other baby things, too, because Bobby and I were too busy
looking at all the neat, fun baby toys.
I told mom I need to pee. She told me to hold it like a big boy. Just a
few minutes later I wet my Pull-up for the second time while we were in
the checkout line. Mom said, �Donny, I will change you when we get to
McDonalds.� Bobby looked at me and just giggled a little. Bobby asked
mom, �Did Donny wet his pants again? Does he need diapers?� I told
Bobby, �SHUT UP, YOU�RE THE BABY.�
We were on our way to McDonalds after shopping when I told mom I needed
to pee again. She told me to hold it until we get there or use my pants
again. I had forgotten I was already wet. Bobby said, �Me don�t need to
potty, me big boy.� I squirmed a little, trying to hold it when all the
sudden I started to pee again. I could not stop it. I was glad I had a
Pull-up on but it was overfull and leaking now. I sort of wish it was a
diaper; they hold more. As we pulled in to the McDonald�s I started to
whimper, knowing where mom would be changing me soon.
Mom asked me why I was crying. She was unfastening my seat straps
without a word. I said, �I did not mean to do it. I could not stop it.�
I told mom that I told her, �I needed to pee but you would not take
me.� Mom said she knew I was already wet before we got in the store so
why would she need to take me to pee when I way already wet? �It�s a
good thing you are wearing a Pull-up, isn�t it?� If little boys have
lots of accidents like I do they need to go back to wearing diapers.
�It looks like you are going to have to go back to diapers now.� I
started to cry louder.
Mom carried me to the back of the van where she always changes Bobby�s
diaper. I knew she was going to change my pants there, too. I hoped
against hope she would let me have Pull-ups. I asked her to put diapers
on Bobby first because he is the baby. She said, �Bobby doesn�t need
them. He is the big boy now. He doesn�t pee or poop his pants like a
baby.� I said, �I DON�T POOP MY PANTS!� Mom said she saw that I had wet
my Pull-up before we were in the store and again in the store then I
must have wet again in my car seat on the way to McDonald�s. �No wonder
your Pull-ups are leaking so much; you wet your pants all the time just
like a baby does. Bobby is a big boy, he don�t wet or poop his pants.
He holds it until he gets to the potty, you need to learn to hold it.�
I was crying so hard and loud mom started to look for something in the
bags she just bought until she found it. A new pacifier she had just
bought for Bobby�s bedtime he always needs a bottle and a pacifier to
go to sleep. Mom held the pacifier in my mouth, telling me to hold it
in my mouth, �it�s good for you.� I refused it. Not closing my mouth, I
continued to kick and cry, lying on my back in the back of the van for
five minutes until I got tired of crying and squirming and fighting
with mom. Finely, I took the pacifier into my lips.
I started sucking the pacifier, relaxing all wore out from the kicking
and crying. Mom quickly removed my wet Pull-up by ripping the sides
like a diaper. She used baby wipes on me then powdered me, followed by
a new feeling different than my Pull-ups or the diapers I took from
Bobby�s supply.
I was sucking away on the pacifier when mom put a warm thick diaper on
my bottom. It felt so much thicker than Bobby�s. This made me stop
crying all the way. I was so relaxed and the diaper felt so wonderful
as mom taped the sides snugly on me. It felt so nice and comfy. WOW,
this is the best feeling I have had in a long time. This is why Bobby
liked his diapers I see NOW why would he give them up and be a big boy.
I continued to suck the nuni as I forgot it was even in my mouth as I
walk into McDonalds wearing my short tee shirt and my new diapers under
my summer shorts just like Bobby did last week. Now Bobby is wearing
big boy clothes with real underwear, wearing them proudly. I am the
diapered one. I could have passed for a three or four-year-old. I was
just half a head taller than Bobby, but we were the same weight. That
is why diapers fit me so well.
No one even turned a head as we walked to our table. Mom told us to sit
here until she gets our food. Mom was only five steps away from our
seats just to keep an eye on us. Mom bought us Happy Meals that we sat
and ate. Mom tied my bib on so I would not get so messy I asked for
another drink so mom refilled my drink. I forgot I was even wearing
diapers until we walked out the door, doing my diaper waddle. Walking
around wearing thick diapers under my shorts soon became nothing more
than normal for me.
On the ride home I of course I wet my new diaper but it did not even
feel damp or swell up much. At home mom removed my summer shorts so
Bobby and I could play in the backyard while mom put away the things
she bought. Bobby played while I did my stare thing again wetting my
diaper twice since McDonald�s. Now I was the only one playing outside
wearing nothing but diapers. Bobby was very well potty-trained wearing
big boy tee shirt, Underoos, and summer shorts.
One hour later I had peed so much that mom did not have to check with
her finger. She just looked at my bloated diaper. Mom said, �Let�s go
get your diapers changed,� leading me to the changing mat laid out on
the grass. Mommy removed my wet diaper, wiping me off just like she
used to do for Bobby. Mom had the potty chair sitting next to the
changing mat. Since our backyard had a high fence no one could see in;
we had privacy. Mom sat me on the chair tell me to be a big boy now but
again I did nothing. After my diaper change I went back to my play. Mom
said she can handle just one diaper boy at a time. She is glad Bobby is
out of diapers now, so I was the only diaper boy she had now.
I was back playing again in just twelve minutes. My potty time took ten
minutes, diaper change, just two minutes. Mom said that it was fifteen
minutes until naptime, it was 12:45 PM. In a few minutes Bobby would be
taking his nap and I would be playing alone. I felt the need to poop
come to me I thought I could hold it until my next diaper change. Potty
time in two hours. Then mom would sit me on the potty chair where I
could do my BM for her and make her proud. I could hold it until then.
That is easy, I am not that much of a baby. Fifteen minutes later mom
called, �Naptime, let�s go.� I was too old for naps. I knew she did not
mean ME, too. I just kept playing as Bobby went running for the house.
Mom came to where I was playing, grabbed my hand stood me up and gave
me such a hard spank it stung, even through my thick diaper, telling me
it was naptime. �You have to take a nap, too, since you are diapered
like a baby you need a nap like a baby.� I wanted to play, not nap, but
mom led me crying to my bed, put me down and told me not to get out of
my bed or I would be sleeping in the crib and Bobby would get my bed.
I was crying hard now, trying to tell mom I don�t need a nap. To my
surprise, just to quiet me down, mom put a bottle nipple into my mouth.
I started to suck it just like Bobby was doing. Soon I fell asleep. An
hour later the need to poop woke me up. As I started to get up to get
mommy to let me sit on the potty chair that was next to Bobby�s crib.
As I moved, a small amount of poop slipped out into my wet diaper. I
knew if I stood up I would poop my pants big time, but if I stayed in
bed I would poop my pants, too. I tried again to get out of bed without
pooping, but more poop slipped out. Soon, poop was coming out even
though I held my bottom with my hands trying to hold it back. The more
I tried to hold it the more poop came out. Soon, with one last quick
poop my pants were full.
Wait, I am wearing diapers, not pants, what will mom do to me now, make
me wear diapers like a baby? I am already wearing diapers, what about
the new rules? What will I do now? I lay back down, whimpering. I soon
fell back to asleep all worn out.
Mom came to wake us up, sniffed the air, saying, �Someone has poopy,
who is it? They are diapered for six weeks, whoever it is.� She went to
the crib and checked Bobby, figuring it should not be me.� I have not
pooped my pants in many years. I am not that much of a baby. To her
surprise, Bobby was clean and dry, still wearing his Underoos
underpants, praising him for being such a big boy. Bobby asked her for
the potty so she lifted him out if his crib and told him to go use it.
Bobby ran to the bathroom to pee in the big potty. Mom said, �Look at
the big boy Bobby run!� he was so happy he wanted to please mommy. He
peed in the big potty like a big boy. Bobby had held it for almost four
hours.
When Bobby returned from the bathroom mom asked him if he wanted to
help her change his brother�s diaper. Mom had me on the changing mat on
the floor starting to clean me up. Bobby handed her the wipes, the
powder and new diaper as she asked him for. Mom said that maybe next
time I would be a big boy but now the only big boy she has is Bobby.
Bobby had helped mom cleaned poop off my diaper area, powdered me then
he put a size 6 Pamper on me.
With my diaper change done mom told us to go play outside. Bobby slept
in his play clothes so all he had to do was lead me outside to play.
His new underwear was just like the ones I had five days ago. He was
size 2, I wore size 4. He was dressed in a tee shirt and summer shorts.
Mom told him he was so much of a big boy, not a baby like Donny. Bobby
likes this attention from mom. He wanted to use the potty more. He was
smiling so big. Mom told Bobby to help Donny be a big boy, too. I was
dressed in Pampers and a short tee shirt. Mom said I look so cute in my
Pampers, just like the little babies on TV.
I tried to tell her it was her fault by making me stay in bed. I did
not mean to do it. She told me, �BIG BOYS DON�T HAVE POOPY ACCIDENTS!
ONLY BABIES DO!� I said I was not a baby, I was bigger than Bobby. Mom
told me Bobby has not pooped in his pants in months, he has held his
poop for four hours after he told me he needed to go. Bobby always
tells her when he needed to go poop or he will hold it until he can get
to the potty. Mom said before I get out of diapers I would have to
prove I am a big boy. I cried, �but I am a big boy! I want my Underoos
back!� Mom told me to go play before I get a spanking.
Bobby and I went outside to play, me wearing my new Pampers mom bought
at the store they were size 6 and so big that both sides would almost
touch at my belly button. These Pampers were so thick and snug, too,
they felt wonderful except I was seven-years-old and should not like to
be wearing them.
Since I got out of school last two weeks ago mom found out that I could
only hold my pee for about one hour max, most of the time only forty-
five minutes. She knew from reports from school I had a problem with my
potty habits. Everyone says that is not even long enough to start potty
training in the toddler class at daycare.
Mom now had a new problem. I was going to have to go to daycare on
Monday. I was not potty trained well enough to be with the little kids
or even close to being trainable. The rules to be in the little kid
class are you have to be wearing regular underwear or at least wearing
dry training pants. Not having more than two accidents in a week for
the last month and able to stay dry for more than two hours.
That meant I had to stay with the toddlers most of them were wearing
just diapers a few boys were wearing training pants but having far too
many accidents to go to the little kid class. Bobby has met the
requirements to go to the little kid class so when we go to daycare
Monday I will have to go to the toddler room that was Bobby�s old
class. Bobby will go to the little kid room where I should go. The
little kid room is for kids three to eight-years-old. Big kid class is
for nine-years-olds to twelve-year-olds that is somewhere I will never
see. Mom did not tell me that I was going to be going to daycare
because she did not want to upset me.
Monday morning mom removed my wet diaper put me on the potty for my
potty training lesson then put a fresh diaper on me While Bobby put
fresh Underoos on and got dressed in big boy clothes all by himself.
Mom said it was time to eat breakfast. I had to sit in the highchair to
eat my oatmeal, feeling the need to poop after a few spoonfuls. I told
mom she just said to hold it until I finish breakfast. As I ate my
oatmeal, poop went into my diaper I just could not hold it. I had to
let it go just like I did yesterday at naptime. Mom would take care of
it. When we finished eating breakfast Bobby said he smells poopy. Mom
just said. �Donny needs his diaper changed, then we have to go.�
I did not know that we were going to daycare, neither did I ask where
we were going. Mom had my wet, messy diaper changed in just a few
minutes, she was an expert. We were on our way out the door, me wearing
thick diapers under my summer shorts and a tee shirt. I was so used to
wearing my diapers in public it did not bother me, what could I do? Mom
was in charge.
When mom pulled up to daycare I knew I was in trouble wearing
just a short tee shirt and a now wet Pampers. I got scared and wet my
diaper again out of fear. I started to cry and scream, �I don�t want to
go there! They will tease me! I am a big boy wearing diapers!� Mom told
me, �Don�t worry, you get to go to the baby class, not the little kid
class.� I was crying,�I AM NOT A BABY!� as mom carried me into day care
while Bobby proudly walking beside me. Mom let go of my hand in the
entryway where I fell down on the floor, lay on my back kicking and
crying because I refused to walk into the toddler room. I was a big
boy. Miss Walker asked me if I wanted to go to the little kid room
dressed like I was. I said, �NO!� I still refused to move so Miss
Walker picked me up, kicking and screaming like a two-year-old. I was
yelling and screaming, I did not want to go to that baby class.
Instead of the baby class I was carried to the little kid room where
everyone started laughing at me crying like a baby, not because of my
diapers. I lay on my back kicking and crying like a real toddler
throwing his tantrum. Miss Walker asked me again if I wanted to stay
here or go to the toddler room. I whispered please take me to the
toddler room please I want to go to baby class now. My pacifier was
hanging by its string pinned to my shirtsleeve, Miss Walker put my
pacifier into my mouth. I started to suck it and stopped crying.
I stood up quickly with the pacifier in my mouth. I quickly started to
suck on it, walking quickly out to the toddler class holding Miss
Walker�s hand all the way. When we walked into the room Miss Walker
removed my summer shorts and tee shirt, then lifted me into a playpen.
The sides were three and a half feet tall right at my nose. Naked of
all my clothes except my wet diaper, I could not climb out so I sat
down and started to play quietly.
I needed to poop a little, so I decided to poop just so they would have
to change me. I forced the small amount of poop into my wet diaper. I
figured if I could make it hard on them they would now have a mess to
clean up. They would gladly let me out of this stupid baby room. The
poop came out so easy, it felt so good warm and squishy. I loved the
feeling. I smashed it by sitting on a big ball and everything I could
do to smash it to make it very messy. Miss Walker walked by and
sniffed. �Someone has pooped their pants!�
Miss Walker checked all the other kids first, figuring it should not be
me. She thought that I was not that much a baby. I was the oldest kid.
After she found all the others were clean and dry she lifted me out of
the playpen and told me to go play while she gets my bath ready. I ran
around the playroom because I was now free and wanted to play. I saw
the big rocking horse and climbed on smashing my poopy diaper more it
felt so good slippery as I rocked back and forth.
I thought for sure this would do the trick. No one would want to clean
up a big mess like I just made. Miss Walker picked me up off the horse
and fastened me to the changing table. She untaped the front of my
diaper and wiped most of the poop off with the front of my diaper. Then
with just two baby wipes the poop was gone.
Miss Walker dropped the messy diaper into the Diaper Genie. All the
mess I made was gone within three minutes. Miss Walker bathed me in the
bathtub in the corner of the room. I was now cleaner than when I walked
into daycare this morning. It took all of five minutes to go from a
dirty smelly toddler to a sweet smelling toddler, freshly diapered. I
was placed back into the playpen. Miss Walker told me that I have to
spend three days in the playpen so I will know the rules and
punishments.
I learned that if you argue over a toy both of you go to your cribs for
the rest of the day. If you hit you stay in your crib the following
day, too. If you cry you get a pacifier for the rest of the day. If you
fight your punishment you are put in the walker where your feet are off
the ground, they warned me IT WILL FIT ME, TOO. It can be made big
enough for a teenager.
Friday came. I was free to play in the whole room with everyone.
Dressed in just diapers, I was an equal to the youngest boy there. He
was 14 months old and his name was Tommy. I was almost an eight-year-
old toddler wearing just diapers 95% of the time I was there. Only when
I go outside somewhere did I wear more clothes, like my tee shirt. Only
10% of the time did I get pants to cover my thick diaper. I stay
diapered 100% of the time. My pants do noting to hide my diapered
condition with a very large bulge that follows me around. My waddle
walk is a giveaway, too. At home, true to her word, I am the baby now
and Bobby is the big boy. I use all the baby things the crib,
highchair, toys, stroller, car seat, bottles, and any other thing mom
says.
I ask mom every morning, when do I get potty trained? Mom just tells me
when she thinks I am ready. I say I am ready; she tells me I am not.
Mom says, �It doesn�t look like it. Just look at how many diapers I use
in a day-- 12, 13 sometimes 14; one time I used 18.� She says when I
use about 3 or fewer diapers a day for a week then I will be ready for
Pull-ups and potty training will begin. I will wear Pulls-ups for tree
weeks or until I am clean and dry for three days straight. If after
three weeks of training I fail I will go back to wearing diapers for 6
six weeks. Then I can try it again. I asked about my bedwetting and if
that counts, too. She said, �If you are clean and dry during the day
you get big boy clothes, BUT if you still wet the bed you must sleep
diapered in a crib the way a baby should.�
I told mom I was too big for the crib and highchair. Mom said they make
big cribs and highchairs big enough and she as already ordered them
last week. It takes two weeks to get it so don�t worry. �Your new bed,
or crib, will be here for you in a few days.� Ever since being back to
wearing diapers mom feeds me nothing but baby food. She will not even
let me have snacks like Bobby. I have to eat baby stuff.
Now it is easy for her to know when I need a messy diaper change. It is
right after I eat. I can�t stop it, my poop is so soft and warm feeling
as it comes out into my diaper while I eat, no matter how hard I try to
stop it. I don�t even get to enjoy it and smash it around playing. Mom
takes me out of my highchair and changes my wet messy diaper right
after I finish my meal. The same thing happens at daycare; my diaper is
changed right after I eat my lunch.
It is summer time. I am out of school getting ready for the fourth
grade in the fall, but I have a problem. I am being treated like a baby
all because I had a couple of pants-wetting accidents. I can�t hold my
pee very long now. I can�t hold my poop when I eat. If they would let
me go potty when I need to I would not wet my pants. I can�t help it if
I need to go three times for every one time the little kids need to go.
I can�t help it if I poop when I eat now; it just comes out. The doctor
told mom that I need underwear so that I will try harder there is
nothing wrong with me, potty training would not hurt. The doctor said I
should be dry for at least two hours before I can start my training. He
said wetting cotton training pants would help me realize when I wet so
I will stop and hold it instead. It should take only three or four
days. Mom told the doctor she has tried that before I started daycare
but I can�t hold my pee for over an hour.
Mom did try the cotton training pants and bathroom restriction to make
me hold it longer. I failed to even make it an hour most times. Mom
even tried pants-wetting alarms. Everything she tried did not work on
me, and in one hour or less I was wetting. Mom gave up trying to get me
potty trained like Bobby. Everything failed, so she put me back in
diapers, telling me it is my choice to get potty trained the right way
or stay diapered like a baby.
Mom locked the bathroom door, giving Bobby his own key so he could go
when he needs to. Mom opened it for me for baths only. She told me I
could use the potty only when Bobby does he has the key. That�s when I
decided to wet my pants knowing what I was doing I figured if I wet
enough she would get tired of needing to change my diapers all the
time.
She did get tired of changing my diapers all the time so she taught
Bobby to do my wet changes; only my messy changes were done by her.
Bobby learned very quickly within three days mom no longer had to help
Bobby. Bobby would tell me, �Come on, Donny, you need a diapee change
every hour.� I had to let him do it because mom would spank me if I did
not cooperate with him. Bobby was strong for a baby brother, too,
making my diapers fit sooooo tight just like when mommy diapers me.
Bobby was my boss since he was the big boy and I was the baby.
Having a little brother treating you like a baby was embarrassing. He
never kept quiet about my diapers. When it was my diaper changing time
wherever we were, whatever we were doing, Bobby would say out loud,
�DONNY! IT�S TIME TO CHANGE YOUR DIAPERS!� Everyone would look as I
walked with him to get my diaper changed. Since all I was wearing was
diapers and sometimes a tee shirt it was easy for him to do. Mom never
let me have pants to hide my diapers. Mom told me it is summer and
babies don�t wear pants. She was right. All the babies I saw from then
on were dressed just like me. That�s what I get for living in a hot,
dry climate. With temps that average in the high 90�s.
With in six weeks of being on summer vacation I have been turned into a
big boy wearing baby diapers, crib, highchair, and everything that was
my baby brothers is mine now. Bobby was the big boy and proud of it.
Since I was the baby now I had to do what he told me to or get bare
bottom spanked by mom. That hurt so bad I did what ever he told me to
do. Since he was a little boy he never had me doing bad things, just
things a baby would be doing. Suck a pacifier or bottle sit in a baby
swing at the park with mom�s help. I was all the time doing things that
made me look more like a real baby. After four weeks of being a baby
again Bobby never had to tell me to do the baby things to make me look
like a baby I was already doing just baby things.
At daycare they had list with names about potty training. One sign said
NO POTTY TIME DIAPERS ONLY one sign said TRYING TRAINING PANTS the
other sign said USING POTTY WITH HELP the last sign said USING POTTY NO
HELP my name was on the first sign with six other boys Bobby�s was on
the last sign. My potty rating and behavior was that of a one-year-old
along with my eating and playing skills. It would be a long time before
I would get to try potty training again for now I am just another baby
in a baby class. There were two boys using potty with help everyone
else was like me diapers only.
I spent all summer playing in baby class Bobby would feed me sometimes
when I misbehaved he held my bottle. Mom said. If I can�t be a big boy
at least behave and stop crying so much. By fall I was sucking my
pacifier all the time if I was not taking my bottle. Sleeping in my new
crib at home or at daycare was so safe to me I could not sleep without
being in them.
Fall is coming with no hope of getting my big boy status back. Six of
the kids that were in baby class with me have now moved to the little
kid class, leaving me with just diaper babies, no one even close to
potty training. I have been babied four months. My real potty
capabilities are that of an 18-month-old with a very small bladder and
weak bowel control. The doctors told my mom to just keep me in diapers
and remind me try harder until I can keep myself clean and dry like a
two-year-old, and then I will be ready for potty training.
Thanksgiving came and all my cousins, aunts, and uncles, and
grandparents thought Bobby was older than me, asking mom when she is
going to potty train me. Mom told them it is my choice to be a big boy,
not a baby. Now that Bobby can change all my diaper needs she doesn�t
have to deal with it so it is up to me to be a big boy or diaper boy. I
keep forgetting to hold and just use my diaper. It is so much easier.
Mom told them Bobby does a very good job at keeping Donny�s diapers
clean and dry. Bobby gives me a bath every day.
By Christmas my rating was that of a nineteen-month old. I was gaining
ground on Bobby but I had a long way to go. I could hold my pee for a
good hour, almost long enough to get potty trained but that is not good
enough yet.
For Christmas I got lots of baby supplies from everyone but nothing for
a boy over the age of 2, just baby things. I loved toys of all kinds,
even baby toys so that was OKAY. Besides, Bobby got lots of toys for
big boys for his presents. I could play with them, I hoped. He got big
Tonka trucks, Hot Wheels, big Lego�s, and lots of other big boy toys. I
got lots of diapers, pacifiers, one-piece diaper suits, sleepers, some
Fisher Price and Play School toys all for age below two years old. I
was placed into my Elmo sleeper after I opened it I was happy to wear
it because it covered my wet Huggies. You could still tell I was in
diapers and hear them when I toddled around, playing with whatever I
could get away with. Until everyone got tired of me getting into things
they did not want me to have. Mom put me in my playpen in the corner of
the room so I could play with my new toys wearing my new outfit.
New Years came and went with out any improvement using the potty like a
big boy. I was still wetting 10 or more diapers a day. Since mom
stopped feeding me baby food my BM diapers are down to just a morning
BM. I have my BM while I eat breakfast without failure, even though mom
puts me on the potty for ten minutes after she wakes me up. I have
never had a dry diaper in the morning so when she removes my wet diaper
I am strapped on the potty. I wait there while Bobby goes to the big
potty in the bathroom, not a training potty. I have to use the training
potty until I get fully potty-trained. When Bobby is finished with his
potty needs he gets his own clothes on.
When Bobby is dressed he unfastens the seat belt holding me to my
potty. I lay on the changing mat where Bobby powders me dresses me in
my diapers before breakfast.
Mom sits me in my highchair where I start eating my breakfast filling
my diaper after a few bites of food. I don�t even try to stop it. I
just let it out because it feels better out than in so nice a warm. My
poop is not messy. It is soft but not runny, making it easy for Bobby
to change my diaper.
When we finish breakfast Bobby leads me to my changing mat where he
removes my diaper and wipes the poop off my bottom. It is bath time for
me. Mom has run my bath water while bobby gets my bottom free of the
poop. I am not allowed to help him with my bath. I just suck my
pacifier, keeping quiet, sometimes giggling because when he pours water
over my head it tickles running down my back.
Bobby dries me off and gets me in a fresh Pamper or Huggies for the
day. I like Huggies better, they feel better when I wet them. They are
much thicker, too. Pampers are noisier when I walk and thinner, too, so
I like Huggies the best. Take it from a boy that wears them. Huggies
are the ones for me. No leaks and no diaper crackle when I move around.
Bobby says they are easier to change, too, so we told mom to only get
me Huggies Size 5, Size 6 is still too big on me. When Bobby finishes
putting my diaper on me. Sometimes I get to wear a tee shirt, most time
just a diaper as we go to daycare. By the time we get to daycare I am
already wet; good thing I am wearing diapers still or the car seat I
ride in would get soaked. Bobby gets a booster seat for toddlers; I get
his old baby seat. Mom doesn�t want me to let myself out and get into
trouble.
My birthday is coming up in three months I have been in the toddler
class for the last nine months. All the kids that were there when I
started coming to daycare are graduated to little kid status, leaving
me with new friends. You must be OUT OF DIAPERS to go to little kid
class. Bobby is going to be four ten days after I turn eight. I have
been secretly teaching Bobby to read and do math. He is as quick as I
am at learning to do school work and he likes it, too. If I were to
rate him I would rate him as a second grader. The kindergarten teachers
this fall are going to be surprised, hee-hee.
Bobby has been trying to potty train me but I am happy to be in toddler
class. There is much less stress for me to prove myself with the other
kids. They just accept me as a toddler. I am much smaller than my age
mates. It is so much easier to be a diapered toddler than a very small
eight-year-old. At age eight you have to play baseball, football and
basketball or you are teased and ridiculed as a pussy or a wimp. I
would rather be a baby than those. Being a baby is so easy. All you
have to do is play, nothing else. Play is the most important in your
life. Everything is done for you. If you don�t want to feed yourself
some one will help you. Dressing and bathing is done for you, too. Baby
life is so good. Why would anyone want to be a big kid?