New Year's Baby (ver. 2.0)

	"But mommy! I'm 8 years old, I'm a big boy! Big Boys 
don't wear diapers!" I protested loudly as mom pulled at my 
pants.
	"Tommy I have explained this a hundred times. There is 
only one bathroom in this house and with all the guests we 
are going to have tonight, we can't have you tying up the 
bathroom with your hourly need to pee!" she explained to me 
as she pulled my jeans down. I grabbed the waistband of my 
Barney underpants and held them firmly in place. I had 
several pair of these briefs for a couple years now and 
still not outgrown them. I was a little small and hadn't 
been growing like the rest of the kids my age. The briefs 
were getting a bit worn, but they still fit me fine. I also 
had some other Barney stuff. I still liked Barney even 
though I knew I was getting too old for it. I couldn't wear 
Barney stuff to school last school year. However, now that 
my parents decided to home-school me, I can wear my old 
Barney clothes whenever I want. But usually I only wear 
them around the house. I also occasionally watch some of 
the Barney video tapes I have. And I have a big stuffed 
Barney plush toy as well.
	"But Mommy, I don't want to wear a diaper," I 
complained as I hopped up and down.
	"You are not acting like a big boy," She scolded as 
she slapped my bottom hard with her hand, causing me to 
release my grip on my briefs. With no further resistance 
she pulled them down to my ankles and I stepped out of them 
quietly.
	"Take your bath," Mom told me gently as she pushed me 
toward the bathroom door. I stomped off into the bathroom 
and got in the tub. I sat in the warm water, crossed my 
arms and just sat there sulking like a baby for a while.
	"Get washed up!" Mom said firmly this time. I didn't 
move.
	"Fine!" Mom said as she stormed into the bathroom and 
kneeled down next to the tub. I kept my arms folded tightly 
across my chest as my mother soaped up a washcloth and 
started washing me while she scolded.
	"A big boy would do as his mother asked, I really wish 
you would cooperate a little more, Thomas," she said as she 
washed my hair with no help from me.
	"Okay get out," she said flatly as she stood up. I got 
out of the tub and stood in the center of the bathroom on 
the bath mat, water dripping down my naked body. Mom 
started to dry me off, and as she did so slowly lowered 
herself so that she was sitting on the toilet.
	Suddenly she grabbed me by the waist and pulled me 
over her knee.
	"No mommy, please, I'll be good!" I promised as she 
positioned me over her knee.
	"I'm not going to spank you, you just seem to listen 
better in this position," she said as she held me over her 
knee. She lectured me on being a big boy and about how I 
was to stay in my room once the grownups got there for the 
party. When she was done she gave me one sharp slap on my 
left cheek and stood me back up. I followed her to my room, 
rubbing my bottom with my hand gently.
	Having resigned myself to being diapered I lay down in 
my bed and waited for mom as grabbed the jumbo size package 
of Luvs Size 6 diapers and a container of baby powder from 
the shopping bags on the top shelf of my closet where I 
couldn't reach. She opened the package of diapers, pulled 
one out and unfolded the diaper in front of me.
	"These were the only ones I could find at the store 
that would fit you. You're still small enough that they 
should fit you fine," she said.
	"Can I see?" I asked curiously. Mom handed me the 
diaper and I gave it a full inspection. The outer plastic 
was soft and smooth, and the inner padding thick and sweet 
smelling. The shiny plastic waistband part had Barney 
prints similar to what my underpants had all over. A soft 
blueish side stretched a tiny bit as I pulled on one of the 
sides. There were 2 types of leg bands. One set inside that 
went front to back and one on the outside edge. I realized 
that it was indeed a baby diaper but for some reason, was a 
little more comfortable about wearing it now that I had 
seen it and felt it. I handed the diaper back to mom and 
lay back down.
	Trying to be the big boy I promised to be, I lifted my 
butt helpfully as mom slid the diaper under me. It was soft 
under my bottom and felt warm and nice. Mom sprinkled baby 
powder on my penis and diaper area and rubbed it in as the 
sweet smell filled the room. I watched with fascination as 
she pulled the diaper up, through my legs and over my 
genitals. She held it firm against my waist as she taped 
the tape on the left side, and then the right side. She 
rubbed the tapes with her fingers to make sure they were 
sticking good.
	"Perfect," she commented as I sat up in bed and 
explored my diaper with my hands. Stretched over my body it 
felt even smoother to the touch.
	"I guess this isn't too bad, but I'm still a big boy!" 
I said looking to mom for her assurance that this did not 
make me a baby.
	"Of course," Mom assured me as she helped me to my 
feet. She held out one of my "Barney" t-shirts so I could 
slip into it and then a pair of sweat pants which she 
helped me pull up over the diaper.
	"These diapers are so thin now, you can barely even 
tell," Mom said as she positioned me in front of the 
mirror.
	"Except for the noise," I said referring to the 
crinkling sound.
	"Well, I don't think anyone will ever notice," mom 
said in a strange way. She took a large handful of diapers 
out of the package and put the diapers and package on my 
dresser along with the baby powder and a few other bottles 
of stuff from out of the shopping bags in the closet only 
leaving one bag on the top shelf. She had bought large 
bottles of both lotion and oil and a few other smaller 
things that I didn't recognize. She took time to neatly 
arrange everything on one end of my long dresser. I kinda 
wondered why she got so many diapers out and about all the 
different bottles, but I decided not to ask questions. 
Maybe she just wasn't sure how many diapers I would need or 
what else to buy, I thought. She always had a habit of 
getting things "just in case".
	"Can I watch TV till all the guests get here?" I asked 
sweetly. Mom said I could so I went and sat on the couch 
downstairs and lay down with my head in my dad's lap.
	"Hi daddy," I smiled as he stroked my hair gently. I 
was a bit surprised when he moved his hand down to pat my 
bottom. The diaper crinkled loudly but he just smiled back 
at me and didn't say anything about it. We talked a bit and 
watched TV until the first of the guests arrived.
	"Goodnite mommy! Night daddy!" I said as I kissed them 
both and quickly ran up to my room. It' wasn't bedtime, so 
I played Legos on the floor in my room trying to stay out 
of the way.
	It wasn't but about 10 minutes later I had to go pee. 
I tried to pee, but couldn't seem to make it come out. I 
pushed hard and almost pooped myself but didn't pee. A 
little bit of poop may have come out but I wasn't sure. I 
got up and tried again but still couldn't pee. I stood in 
the center of my room and closed my eyes. I imagined I was 
standing in front of a potty with my pants pulled down and 
relaxed my bladder enough to make the pee start coming out 
slowly. Then it started coming out faster until I couldn't 
have stopped it if I had wanted to. By the time I was done 
my diaper felt really warm and squishy. Not really a bad 
feeling, just kind of weird. To my surprise, it didn't 
really even feel wet. I tiptoed to my door and opened it a 
couple inches "Mommy?" I called not loud enough for anyone 
to hear. I heard music and voices downstairs and decided 
not to bother Mom. I shut the door and went back to playing 
quietly.
	About 20 minutes later there was a knock on my door, 
and Mom walked in. She had a plate of snacks that she had 
fixed from what the adults where having downstairs. She 
also had a rather large container of apple juice for me.
	"I thought you might want something to eat and drink", 
she said.
	"Great, thanks!" I replied. She set the plate and 
apple juice down on my other higher dresser and went to the 
closet to get something out of the other bag. While doing 
so, she asked me, "how's the diaper"?
	"I...uh....It's.....Not dry," I stuttered nervously.
	"You need to be changed?" She asked obviously wanting 
me to say it.
	"Yes mom," I said as I looked down at the floor 
shamefully.
	"Don't be embarrassed That's why you have it on. You 
should see the line to the bathroom! And, you think waiting 
on mommy and daddy takes a long time! I think this solution 
to the bathroom problem is working rather well considering 
you've only been up here about 30 minutes," she commented.
	"It's 4 hours till New Year's, but bedtime for you is 
still 9 o'clock."
	From the bottom of my closet she grabbed an exercise 
mat that I had used in kindergarten for naps. I sometimes 
played on it on the floor of my room when I wanted to 
bounce around. Dad said I should use it to do some sit ups 
- but I hardly ever wanted to do anything like that. She 
had something else in her hand as well but I couldn't see 
what it was as she placed it behind the container of apple 
juice out of sight. She then proceeded to fold out the mat 
on top of my long dresser.
	"Why cant you just change me on the bed?" I asked.
	"Because your diaper is wet and I don't want to get 
anything on the bed while trying to clean you up. Besides, 
it will be much easier this way," she replied.
	I walked over to her and she pulled my t-shirt off me 
as I raised my arms and then lowered my sweats so I could 
slip out of them. Then she lifted me up onto the mat. As I 
layed down, I could see the grayish-yellow tint around the 
front of my diaper telling mom the diaper was quite wet.
	Mom untaped both tabs of my diaper and pulled the 
front down, leaving the back of the diaper under my bottom.
	"Where are the wipes I bought yesterday?" She asked as 
she looked to find them. Nervously I told her they were in 
the trash can.
	"That's right, someone was upset yesterday when I 
brought the supplies in here," She said as she pulled the 
tub of baby wipes from my trash can. I blushed thinking 
back to the tantrum I had thrown the day before which only 
resulted in a spanking for me.
	Mom wiped me clean as I shivered from the feel of the 
cold wet wipe on my most sensitive parts. She lifted my 
legs high up in the air above my head so she could finish 
wiping removing a little bit of poop from my bottom where I 
had gone a little before. She wasn't really surprised by it 
because I was often getting hassled about having stains in 
my underwear. Mostly because of not wiping properly but 
often times it was really an accident. With my legs in the 
air and my bottom up off the mat, she pulled the diaper out 
from under me. Which she wrapped up into itself and threw 
in the trash can. This time she wanted to use baby oil on 
me. She instructed me to flip over so she could do my back 
side. Not only did she do my bottom, but my whole back and 
down my legs. She then told me to flip back over so she 
could do the whole front as well. The oil felt nice so I 
decided not to complain. And, I couldn't decide which 
smelled better, the powder or the oil. Using a fresh baby 
wipe, she cleaned off her hands and then unfolded another 
diaper. I lifted up to be helpful, but mom said to just lie 
still. She lifted me by my ankles as before with one hand 
and slid the diaper under my bottom with the other. After 
lowering me back down, she said "Okay Spread em!", jokingly 
referring to my legs. She again wiped off her oily hand, 
pulled the diaper up between my legs and taped it securely.
	As I lay on the dresser, she folded my t-shirt and 
sweats and put them back in my dresser. From a different 
drawer, she removed my Barney one piece sleeper and set it 
on the bed.
	"How about wearing these tonight?", she asked. "Ok" 
was my only reply while thinking to myself that I liked 
those pj's. Especially with the feet on them. She lowered 
me down from the dresser and I happily allowed her to help 
me put my sleeper on and zip it up. She then wiped up the 
mat with a wipe and straightened the dresser as I began 
playing with my Legos again. It wasn't until she bent down 
to hand me the plate of food did I realize what else she 
had taken out of the closet. Before me was a plate of food 
and a toddler sippy cup full of apple juice. Before I could 
say a word, she just told me, "this is so you don't spill 
it." I was happy to have food and something to drink this 
close to bedtime. Normally I wasn't allowed to drink much 
before bed. And I was never allowed to have food and drink 
in my room. I probably only had an accident in bed once or 
twice a month. But now with the diaper, I guessed mom was 
making an exception. Besides, I couldn't argue with her. I 
spilt stuff all the time. She left the room saying, "I'll 
be back just before bedtime" taking the big container of 
juice with her. I finished my snacks and all of my juice 
and continued with my Lego project.
	It was only about 30 minutes later when I was starting 
to feel the effects of the juice. I had 2 glasses of milk 
with dinner as well and was already needing to pee again. I 
tried to just let go while sitting and this time was able 
to just go in my diaper without much effort. I wet a little 
less then last time. However, while peeing, more poop came 
out then last time. I couldn't help it, it just started 
coming out and I couldn't stop it. It wasn't a lot, but 
enough that I could definitely tell I had pooped my diaper. 
I continued with my Legos but soon noticed the smell of the 
poopy diaper. About 20 minutes later, mom came in saying 
"Time for bed". She immediately noticed the odor in the 
room and exclaimed, "smells like someone's stinky!"
	"Yes mom, I need to be changed, I had an accident," I 
said.
	"No honey, it's not an accident. You're wearing a 
diaper, that's what your supposed to do when you need to 
go. That's what it's for," she said smiling. "Hop up, lets 
get you changed."
	I stood up to allow her to unzip my sleeper and help 
me take it off. Then it was back on the dresser for another 
change. It took a little longer cleaning up this time 
because of the poopy diaper. After I was clean she only re-
applied baby oil to my bottom and front diaper area where 
it got wiped off. I then found out what one of the other 
items was as she opened the top and put a little on her 
fingers from the tube. The only words on the tube I could 
read said "diaper rash" and she applied it to my bottom 
between my cheeks and the area between my legs. She said, 
"this will keep you from getting a rash from being in that 
wet and poopy diaper". She then applied a little bit of 
powder to my front for good measure and rubbed it in as 
well. After the fresh diaper was taped on she rubbed my 
tummy and asked me, "It's a little warm, you think you need 
the sleeper?"
	"No, I hot," I replied as I dramatically rubbed my 
forehead. My sleeper was folded back up, placed in the 
drawer and exchanged for a something different from the 
sack in the closet. I was lifted from the dresser and mommy 
helped me put on my new pj's. It was a one piece and even 
had feet but was much thinner then my sleeper. It was all 
white but had little bears printed all over it. Instead of 
stepping into them, to my surprise, mommy pulled them over 
my head like a shirt. She sat me on the bed and helped me 
slip my feet into the footed part on each leg. And one by 
one, she snapped all the snaps up the inside of both legs.
	"What are the snaps for?" I asked.
	"They're to make changing your diaper easier if you 
need a change before morning. Mommy will check you before 
we go to bed tonight since we will be up late. I want you 
to stay in bed tomorrow morning until we get you up, Okay?" 
she asked.
	"Okay mommy, I'll stay in bed," I replied.
	"Bedtime," she said as she knelt down to pick up my 
Legos.
	"Okay," I said disappointed to have my project 
destroyed. She placed the box of Legos on the bookshelf 
where it belonged. Mom just snickered at me as she tucked 
me in and kissed me gently.
	"Good night, sweetheart," she whispered softly in my 
ear.
	"Night mommy," I said as I gave her a wet sloppy kiss. 
I rolled over onto my side and put my thumb in my mouth to 
suck on it like I always do at night, and closed my eyes. 
She told me as she left my room ,"honey, remember, if you 
need to go potty, just use your diaper, okay?"
	She took the bag that was still in the closet with 
her. I went to sleep not knowing for sure if this would be 
the only night of being diapered. I didn't know how long I 
would be wearing them the next morning since I had to wait 
till mommy and daddy got up. I wasn't at all upset with the 
situation and was starting to wonder if a night like that 
might ever happen again.
	I vaguely remember mommy changing my diaper late that 
night. She had only turned on a lamp on my dresser as to 
try not to wake me. She had even told me "Happy New Year, 
Baby" as she was lifting me off the dresser and putting me 
back in bed. Before I could get my thumb back in my mouth, 
mommy put something else to my lips. I opened my mouth as 
she inserted it and to my surprise, it tasted good. Kind of 
like milk but a little bit sweeter, and it was warm. It 
wasn't until I put my hand up to it when I realized what it 
was. No mistake about it, it was a baby bottle. I drank 
nearly all of it before drifting back to sleep. The next 
morning, I awoke to the site of the bottle sitting on my 
night stand. However, there was something still in my mouth 
- and it wasn't my thumb. Being curious, I pulled it out of 
my mouth and stared at it for a moment before waking up 
enough to know what it was. And when I knew, I just put the 
pacifier back in my mouth and laid there for a while. Mommy 
came in only moments later to wake me up saying "Good 
Morning, Baby!" "Smells like someone's stinky again!"
	I hadn't even noticed the smell or realized my diaper 
was wet and messy since I had just woken up. She pulled the 
sheets back and began unsnapping my pj's and pulling my 
feet out of it. Then she stood me up out of bed and pulled 
my pj's off over my head. I was lifted up on the changing 
mat on the dresser and she began the duty of changing my 
messy diaper. As she was doing so she explained that the 
toilet had broken at the party last night due to all the 
extra use. It would be a while before they could get 
someone out to fix it because of the holidays. She and 
daddy decided that maybe I should continue to wear the 
diapers for a while.
	I didn't object when she changed me out of my wet 
diaper into a fresh one that morning, nor any other time. 
Wearing the 36 diapers in the package for the next several 
days wasn't too bad. The repairman never seemed to come to 
fix the toilet. The fact was, I was getting used to this 
diaper thing. And when the package of diapers was gone, it 
was replaced by another. The new package had different 
Barney designs on the front of the diapers which I thought 
were a lot better. I didn't know until much later about the 
2 big cases of diapers in the garage that had been 
delivered a few days after new year's. I eventually found 
out that the toilet was never broken. It had not even 
crossed my mind about where mommy and daddy were using the 
bathroom. When I finally figured it out, I wasn't really 
upset about wearing diapers because I sort of liked them 
now. It was much easier to just use a diaper then to go to 
the bathroom. And waiting for someone else to get out 
wasn't a problem anymore. My bathroom time wasn't a problem 
for mommy and daddy anymore either. The only down side was 
that I couldn't get out of doing my school work by asking 
to go to the bathroom all the time. But, I soon found out 
it's much better to just go ahead and do the work and wait 
patiently for a diaper change. My parents had tricked me 
into wearing diapers again, but that was ok.