Tommy's Tribulations

	"Oh Tommy, not again", sighed Sandra.
	Ten year old Tommy could only hang his head in dejection - he had 
wet the bed yet again.
	"What 10 year old still wets his bed every single night," moaned 
Sandra. "Maybe I need to make you an appointment to see Dr. Cole to see 
if something is wrong. For your sake, you had better hope there is or 
else."
	Tommy winced as he heard the tone of Sandra's voice. He knew 
Sandra was getting tired of having to wash his bedding every day due to 
his inability to control his bladder at night. Lately, her frustration 
had led her to warn Tommy that if the bedwetting continued, diapers 
were a distinct possibility. If only she had known about his bedwetting 
problem before marrying his father, maybe she would have reconsidered. 
But Tommy's dad had apparently failed to warn Sandra of his problem and 
now he was halfway around the world on some business trip that would 
keep him away for the whole summer.
	"Go hop in the shower and get cleaned up so you can eat 
breakfast", Sandra said to Tommy. "I'll take care of your wet bed 
later."
	After showering, Tommy got dressed and went downstairs to eat. 
His 9 year old stepsister, Erin, was already at the table eating a bowl 
of cereal.
	"Did the little baby have another accident last night?" asked 
Erin.
	"Shut up you, little brat".
	"You shut up, you're the bedwetter" cried Erin.
	"OK, that's enough you two", cut in Sandra. "Tommy, sit down and 
eat your food. I'm going to call Dr. Cole's office and see if they can 
get you in today so we can find out why you're wetting the bed every 
night."
	"I know why" smirked Erin, "because he's a baby who hasn't 
learned how to use the toilet like a big boy yet."
	As the children ate their breakfast, Sandra grabbed the phone and 
dialed Dr. Cole's office.
	"Hi, this is Sandra Miller. I need to schedule an appointment for 
my stepson, Tommy Miller, to see Dr. Cole."
	"And what seems to be the problem" asked the doctor's assistant.
	"Well, Tommy's been wetting his bed every night now for over two 
months. He's even had a couple of daytime accidents recently."
	"And how old is Tommy now"
	"He's 10."
	"Oh my, that's rather old to still be wetting the bed every 
night. Lucky for you, we just had a cancellation this morning. Can you 
bring Tommy in to see the doctor at 11:00 a.m. today?"
	"Sure, I'll have him there. Thanks."
	Later that morning, at Dr. Cole's office, Tommy was tested, poked 
and prodded. Tommy even had to give a urine sample but found the task 
of peeing into a cup to be a difficult chore.
	"Maybe you should lay down and fall asleep", laughed Sandra. 
"You'd be sure to fill the cup up then."
	Tommy hung his head after hearing Sandra's remark at his expense. 
Nonetheless, he was eventually successful and filled the cup to the 
brim.
	"OK Tommy, we're all done for now", said Dr. Cole.
	"What's wrong with me?", asked Tommy.
	"Nothing that I can find", replied the Doctor. "However, we're 
going to send your urine sample to a lab to try and see if you might 
have a bladder infection but it will take a day or two until we get the 
results."
	As Tommy got dressed, Sandra pulled Dr. Cole aside for a 
conversation.
	"Dr., do you have any suggestions to help me with his constant 
wetting accidents?", pleaded Sandra. "I'm getting really tired of 
having to clean his bedding every single day."
	"Just limit his liquids after 6:00 p.m. each evening and make 
sure he goes to the restroom just before going to bed. If the problem 
persists, maybe you could get him some protection to keep his bed dry 
but I would only do that as a last resort, especially considering 
Tommy's age."
	"You mean diapers", asked Sandra, "because I've actually 
considered using them on him for some time now."
	"Yes, they won't solve his wetting problem but they will solve 
the issue of the wet bed. But again, I would only consider it after all 
else fails."
	Later that night, Tommy prepared for bed in the usual manner. 
Although he was thirsty, he knew better than to get a drink. In fact, 
Tommy had not been allowed to drink anything since 6 o'clock that 
evening. As Tommy hopped under the covers, Sandra walked in.
	"Did you go to the bathroom?" asked Sandra.
	"Yes."
	"Good, then maybe you can keep your bed dry for a night for a 
change."
	The next morning, Tommy woke up with a familiar wet feeling. As 
he hopped out of bed, he began to take off his wet pajamas when Sandra 
entered the room.
	"Oh Tommy, you are soaking wet", cried Sandra. "I can't believe 
you wet your bed again after all the precautions we took last night!"
	"I'm sorry, I don't mean to wet the bed," sighed Tommy.
	"That's what concerns me - it's like you have no control over 
your bladder when you're asleep, just like a little baby."
	After Tommy showered, he got dressed and went downstairs to eat 
breakfast. Unfortunately for Tommy, Erin was waiting on him.
	"Hi baby, I heard you went to the bathroom in your bed again last 
night."
	"I don't want to talk about it Erin."
	"Ah, is the little baby cranky today? Does he need his paci to 
calm down? I swear, I don't know why mom just doesn't put you back in 
diapers."
	In a fit of rage, Tommy shoved Erin, pushing her to the floor.
	"That's enough Tommy!, yelled Sandra. "If you want to act like a 
little baby and pee your pants like a little baby, maybe I should start 
treating you like one!"
	"But she's making fun of me for wetting the bed. She keeps 
calling me a baby and I'm not a baby - I'm 10 years old!"
	"Well, you may be 10 years old, but that doesn't hide the fact 
that you still wet your bed every night like a little baby. Stop 
wetting the bed and she'll stop teasing you", replied Sandra.
	Later on that day, the telephone rang.
	"Oh, hi Dr. Cole", said Sandra. "What did the tests show?"
	"Nothing unusual", replied Dr. Cole. "Tommy appears to be a 
perfectly healthy 10 year old boy. We couldn't find any sort of problem 
with his bladder that would explain his constant wetting. The only 
thing I can come up with to explain his wetting problems would be 
either stress or else pure laziness."
	"I see Doctor," said Sandra, "and I thank you for giving me all 
of your advice on the issue."
	As Sandra hung up the phone, Tommy appeared, anxious to find out 
what Dr. Cole had said.
	"The Dr. said you're a perfectly healthy little boy, Tommy. He 
couldn't find anything wrong with you to explain why you always wet 
yourself at night."
	"Then why do I wet the bed," asked Tommy.
	"I think it's because you're just too lazy to get up at night to 
go to the bathroom. And I also think I have just the solution to solve 
that problem."
	"What's that," asked Tommy, with an obvious fear in his voice.
	"You'll see."
	As Tommy got ready for bed that evening, Sandra came into his 
room with a bag and proceeded to shut the door behind her. She then 
ordered Tommy to take off his pajama bottoms and underwear. While Tommy 
was hesitant to do so, he obeyed Sandra's request. Sandra then showed 
the contents of the bag to Tommy - it was a package of Huggies pull-
ups. Horrified, Tommy furiously tried to put his underwear back on but 
Sandra grabbed him, slung him over her knees and proceeded to spank him 
in a furious fashion until Tommy's rear end seared with pain.
	"Let me make myself perfectly clear Tommy. I am sick and tired of 
having to clean up after your wetting accidents every single day. I 
could understand it if you were 2 years old but you're 10 for god's 
sake. If you don't let me put this pull-up on you now, I swear you 
won't be able to sit down for a week."
	Terrified, Tommy allowed Sandra to put the pull-up on him. As 
Sandra brought the pull-up to his midsection, Tommy was surprised to 
realize the pull-up was big enough to fit him. He had assumed that 
since the pull-up was designed for toddlers, it would be too small.
	"Well, what do you know, it fits you," remarked Sandra. "I was 
worried they might be too small for you. Oh, and a word of advice. If 
you try to take off your pull-up, I'll blister your behind. Now get 
some sleep."
	The next morning, Tommy awoke only to realize that he had once 
again soaked his bed.
	"But I'm wearing a pull-up," thought Tommy. "My bed can't be 
wet."
	As he pulled back his covers, Tommy quickly recognized the 
problem - the pull-up had leaked, causing a large amount of his urine 
to soak the bed. As he crawled out of the wet bed, Tommy began to take 
off his wet pull-up but quickly stopped after remembering Sandra's 
threat. Tommy then thought about going downstairs but decided against 
it for fear that his stepsister would see him wearing a very wet pull-
up. Just then, Sandra came into Tommy's room.
	"My, my, someone soaked their pull-up, didn't they? Oh, well, I'd 
rather change a wet pull-up than a wet bed."
	As Sandra approached Tommy, she quickly discovered that Tommy's 
pull-up wasn't the only thing that was wet in the room.
	"Oh no, I can't believe you wet right through your pull-up. It's 
like you didn't even have a pull-up on" said Sandra as she surveyed the 
damage. "I am so sick of this - there has got to be a way to keep your 
bed dry."
	Later that morning, during breakfast, Sandra instructed both the 
kids to get dressed as they were going to the store.
	"Didn't we just go to the store a couple of days ago? asked Erin.
	"Yes Erin, but I need to get some things for Tommy to help keep 
his bed dry".
	"Like diapers?" asked Erin excitedly.
	"Yes, like diapers. I put a pull-up on Tommy last night but he 
leaked right through it so I need to find something more absorbent."
	"You mean Tommy wore a pull-up to bed last night? I bet baby 
Tommy looked really cute in his little pull-up, didn't he?"
	On the way to the store, Tommy, paralyzed with fear and worry 
over having to wear diapers at night, remained silent. But that didn't 
stop Erin from wondering aloud as to what kind of diapers Sandra should 
buy Tommy.
	"Mom, do you think Tommy could still fit into baby diapers like 
Pampers or Huggies?" asked Erin.
	"I don't see why not - he is small for his age and I didn't have 
any trouble getting that pull-up on him last night."
	After arriving at the store, Sandra took Tommy by the arm and led 
him straight to the baby aisle. On the way, they ran into a classmate 
of Tommy's , Sally, and her mother.
	"Hi Tommy, what brings you here?" asked Sally.
	"Just doing a little shopping," replied Tommy.
	"Whatcha buying?"
	"The biggest box of diapers we can find", interrupted Erin, 
"because Tommy can't stop wetting the bed every night."
	Tommy's face turned crimson red with embarrassment as Erin and 
Sally laughed out loud.
	"Well, good luck Tommy, I hope your diapers help keep you warm 
and dry at night", said a giggling Sally.
	As they entered the baby aisle, Sandra began examining the many 
packages of diapers available in the hopes of finding some that would 
fit Tommy.
	"Oh great, these Pampers fit the exact same waist size as the 
pull-ups I bought you so they should fit you just fine. However, just 
to be safe..."
	Sandra then opened up the package of Pampers, took out one diaper 
and opened the diaper up. She then placed it around the outside of 
Tommy's pants in an attempt to determine if it was big enough for him. 
Tommy was thoroughly embarrassed to be standing in the middle of the 
store aisle while his stepmom placed a disposable baby diaper around 
the outside of the crotch of his pants.
	"Maybe I should put one on you before I buy them just to be 
sure."
	Just then, Sandra spotted a store employee.
	"Oh Miss, can you help me. I'm buying some diapers for my stepson 
here to help him with his wetting accidents and I'd like to try and see 
if one of these diapers fit him before I buy the whole package. Is 
there some place I can change him into this diaper?"
	"Sure", the employee said with a smile on her face, "there's a 
restroom in the back with a changing station in it but I'm not too sure 
it can handle a baby as big as your stepson".
	"That's ok, we'll make do", replied Sandra.
	Sandra then grabbed Tommy by the arm and marched him to the 
restroom, diaper in hand. Once inside, she picked Tommy up and sat him 
down on the changing table.
	"Ok honey, lay down so I can get your pants off of you to see if 
this diaper fits," said Sandra.
	"No," exclaimed Tommy, "I'm not going to wear a diaper - I'm not 
a baby!"
	"Then why do you pee in your bed every night just like one. If 
you don't cooperate now, you'll wish you did."
	"I'm not wearing a diaper and that's it!" said Tommy boldly.
	In a fit of anger, Sandra scooped Tommy up and sat down in the 
chair next to the changing table. Placing Tommy over her knees, Sandra 
pulled Tommy's pants and underwear down and began spanking him on his 
behind. Tommy, unable to take the pain, began crying and begged his 
stepmom to stop spanking him.
	"Now, are you going to be a good little baby and let my put your 
diaper on?" asked Sandra.
	Tommy nodded his head yes. Satisfied with his response, Sandra 
lifted him back onto the changing table, his pants and underwear 
dangling around his ankles. Sandra then raised Tommy's legs up in the 
air and placed the Pampers underneath him. She then lowered Tommy's 
legs back down and brought the diaper up over his genital area, taping 
the sides firmly in place. The Pampers were only slightly too small for 
Tommy and fit him tightly in his crotch. Tommy couldn't help but notice 
the babyish print designs on the front of his diaper. Sandra then 
pulled off Tommy's pants and underwear and lowered Tommy to the floor.
	"Ok Tommy, it looks like the Pampers fit you just fine. Let's go 
out and get you a couple of boxes."
	"But I need to take my diaper off first", pleaded Tommy.
	"Nonsense, you're going to wear that diaper until we get home as 
a punishment for the way to acted earlier. Now let's go."
	"At least let me put my pants back on," begged Tommy.
	"No, I don't even know if they'd fit over your diaper anyway."
	Sandra then grabbed Tommy's hand and forcibly led him back into 
the store. Tommy was petrified of seeing anyone else he knew in the 
store; after all, he was wearing nothing but a Pampers baby diaper and 
a t-shirt that left half of his baby diaper exposed for everyone in the 
store to see.
	Upon seeing Tommy in his diapered condition, Erin began laughing 
hysterically. "Doesn't the little baby look cute in his Pampers!" cried 
Erin.
	Although angered by Erin's comment, Tommy could do nothing but 
stare at the floor. After grabbing two large packs of Pampers diapers 
for Tommy as well as some baby wipes and baby powder, Sandra led the 
children to the checkout line. Unfortunately for Tommy, Sally and her 
mom were already there.
	"Oh mommy, look how adorable Tommy is in his diaper," cried 
Sally.
	"Yeah," replied Erin, "and believe it or not, he's had it on for 
over five minutes and it's still dry."
	After returning home from the store, Sandra kept her promise and 
changed Tommy out of his diaper. Nonetheless, Sandra instructed Tommy 
that very diaper would be going back around his waist later that 
evening. Mindful of that fact, Tommy spent a part of the day cleaning 
his room, hoping against hope that his good deed would make Sandra 
reconsider her position. At 8 o'clock that evening, Sandra instructed 
Tommy to go upstairs to his room and take off his clothes. Tommy did as 
he was told for fear of another spanking. As Sandra entered his 
bedroom, she grabbed a Pampers from his dresser drawer along with some 
baby powder. Desperate to avoid being diapered for the second time that 
day, Tommy begged Sandra to not put the diaper on him. But Sandra was 
having none of it.
	"You have two choices Tommy. You can let me put your diaper on 
you without a fuss or you can whine and cry like a baby and make me 
have to spank you again. Either way, your butt is going to be 
diapered."
	Out of options, Tommy lay down on his bed and let Sandra diaper 
him. Sandra then grabbed Tommy's pajamas, put them on him and 
instructed him to go back downstairs and watch television.
	Tommy then went downstairs and sat on the couch. Erin was already 
there watching television and immediately noticed the bulge under 
Tommy's pajamas.
	"Is the little baby wearing his Pampers?"
	"Shut up Erin. I'm not in the mood."
	"No, but you are in a baby diaper."
	Tommy then watched television until 9:00 p.m. when Sandra ordered 
both kids to go to bed. On the way up to bed, Sandra asked Tommy if his 
diaper was wet.
	"No", replied Tommy, with a look of surprise on his face.
	"Just checking to make sure my baby's dry," replied Sandra.
	Tommy woke up the next morning and came to an instant realization 
- his bed was warm and dry. Unfortunately, his diaper was not. 
Nonetheless, it felt good to wake up in a dry bed for once. As Tommy 
was getting out of bed, Sandra came into the room and immediately 
checked his bed.
	"It's a miracle, your bed is dry," exclaimed Sandra. "Now let's 
check your diaper."
	Sandra had Tommy lay down on the bed and pulled his pajama 
bottoms down to his ankles.
	"Wow, your diaper is soaking wet. Let's get you changed before 
you get a diaper rash."
	Sandra then went to Tommy's dresser and grabbed the container of 
baby wipes. Untaping Tommy's diaper, she quickly grabbed his ankles and 
lifted them in the air, pulling the wet diaper away from his body. 
Sandra then took a baby wipe and proceeded to wipe Tommy's butt and 
crotch area thoroughly with it. She then grabbed a pair of Tommy's 
underwear and put it on him before letting Tommy dress himself for the 
day.
	Tommy spent the rest of the day playing outside with his friends, 
trying to put the humiliation of being put back into diapers behind 
him. However, as 8:00 o'clock rapidly approached, all Tommy could think 
about was having to wear another Pampers.
	As the clock struck 8, Sandra once again told Tommy to go to his 
room and remove all of his clothes.
	"Yeah baby, it's time for your diaper change," teased Erin.
	As Tommy went upstairs, he contemplated refusing Sandra's order. 
But his fear of Sandra was enough to persuade otherwise. Just like the 
night before, Sandra grabbed another Pampers from his dresser drawer 
and put it on him. However, while Sandra put Tommy's pajama top on him, 
she left his bottoms off.
	"Can I put my pajama bottoms on," asked Tommy.
	"No, not tonight. It's too hot for that much clothing. Besides, I 
can check your diaper that much easier if nothing is covering it. Now 
get downstairs and watch tv."
	Reluctantly, Tommy went downstairs. As he approached the bottom 
of the stairs, Erin suddenly appeared.
	"I can see the little baby's diaper," teased Erin. "Is it wet 
yet?"
	"No you little brat, now knock it off!"
	"You knock it off, you're the little baby. Mom even says so."
	"I am not!"
	"Then why are you wearing a diaper?"
	Unable to formulate a response, Tommy did the only thing he could 
think of - he shoved Erin. Unfortunately, his shove caused Erin to bump 
into a lamp, thereby breaking it. Upon hearing the sound of glass 
breaking, Sandra came running downstairs.
	"What happened here?"
	"The baby got mad at me and pushed me into the lamp mommy," cried 
Erin.
	"Tommy, I am sick and tired of you pushing your sister around. 
That's babyish behavior although I guess I should expect it from 
someone who has to wear diapers to keep his bed dry."
	Sandra then grabbed Tommy and sat down on the stairs. She then 
proceeded to put Tommy over her knee and spanked him repeatedly on the 
back of his diaper. Although the diapers' soft padding cushioned the 
blows, Tommy still began crying, especially when Erin began laughing at 
the sight of her mother spanking her older stepbrother on top of his 
baby diaper. Sandra then picked Tommy up, carried him upstairs to his 
bedroom and put him to bed without saying a word.
	Tommy awoke the next morning and waited for Sandra to come and 
check him. Just like the day before, Tommy's diaper was soaked but his 
bed was dry. Tommy lay in his bed for what seemed like an eternity. 
Finally, Sandra appeared and instructed Tommy to come downstairs to eat 
breakfast.
	"But I need to take my diaper off first," pleaded Tommy.
	"I'll change you after breakfast. Now hurry up before your food 
gets cold."
	Dressed in just his pajama top and a very wet diaper, Tommy 
followed Sandra downstairs only to run into Erin who was already at the 
table eating.
	"Did the wil' baby wet his diaper last night?" asked Erin. "Geez, 
I guess so. Mom, I think the baby needs his diaper changed."
	"I know honey, I'll change him after awhile. It might do him some 
good to have to sit in a wet diaper for an hour or two."
	Tommy hurriedly ate his breakfast, anticipating his diaper being 
changed. However, upon asking Sandra to change his diaper, Sandra 
advised Tommy that she had to do a few things first. As such, Tommy was 
forced to wear his wet diaper for another two hours before being 
changed. This was just in time, as Tommy had to go to the bathroom and 
wouldn't have been able to hold it for much longer.
	Immediately after dinner that evening, Sandra again instructed 
Tommy to go upstairs and remove all of his clothing.
	"But it's not my bedtime yet," exclaimed Tommy.
	Despite his objections, Sandra changed Tommy into another Pampers 
earlier than ever before. However, as a concession, she did let him put 
on a pair of shorts to cover his diaper, although the combination of 
the bulge and crinkling noises made it obvious that Tommy was wearing a 
diaper. As bedtime approached, Tommy realized he needed to go to the 
bathroom. However, Sandra was on the telephone and couldn't be 
bothered. Despite his best efforts to hold it in, Tommy could wait no 
longer and released a torrent of urine into his diaper. Tommy was 
humiliated that he had wet his diaper while awake and desperately tried 
to hide the fact that he was wearing a wet diaper from his stepmom and 
stepsister.
	On the way up to bed that evening, Sandra stopped Tommy and asked 
him if his diaper was still dry.
	"Yeah, now can I just go to bed?" stated Tommy in reply.
	"Wait a minute. You've been acting strange tonight. I think 
you're trying to hide something."
	In front of Erin, Sandra proceeded to reach down and pull Tommy's 
shorts down to his ankles. She then stuck a finger into the crotch of 
his Pampers.
	"Just as I thought, your diaper is soaked. All right baby, let's 
get you out of this wet diaper and into a warm, dry one."
	Sandra then picked Tommy up and carried him upstairs to his 
bedroom, his shorts dangling around his ankles all the way. Once inside 
his room, Sandra grabbed another Pampers from Tommy's dresser drawer, 
cleaned him up and put it on him before pulling the covers over Tommy.
	"Sweet dreams baby," said Sandra as she turned out the light.
	"Tommy, get up," stated Sandra, "I have to run some errands this 
morning."
	"Can I take my diaper off first," asked Tommy.
	"Fine, let's hurry up and get you changed".
	Sandra then untaped Tommy's wet diaper, lifted his legs into the 
air and baby wiped him clean. Sandra then went to Tommy's dresser, 
grabbed another Pampers and began to put it on him.
	"Hey, what are you doing? I don't need to wear diapers during the 
daytime."
	"Oh really, then why did you soak your Pampers yesterday after 
dinner and need to be changed? If I recall correctly, you weren't 
asleep then, were you? In my opinion, anyone who wets themselves during 
the day deserves and needs to be in a diaper all the time, day and 
night. Now lets get this diaper on you."
	In shock, Tommy could do nothing but stare at the ceiling while 
Sandra changed him into yet another Pampers. Sandra then grabbed a t-
shirt from Tommy's dresser and put it on him. However, she declined to 
put any shorts or pants on Tommy until after breakfast "just in case 
you have another accident during breakfast."
	As Tommy walked to the kitchen table to eat, Erin reached over 
and patted the back of his baby diaper.
	"Looks like the baby already got changed into a nice, clean 
diaper, didn't he?"
	"I'm not a baby Erin! yelled Tommy.
	"Then why do you wear your toilet around your waist, Tommy?"
	"I only wear diapers at night!"
	"That's funny, it looks like daytime to me and there you are, 
dressed in yet another Pampers."
	Frustrated, yet mindful of Sandra's short temper, Tommy decided 
to ignore his sister and ate breakfast. After the kids finished eating, 
Sandra then told them to get into the car so they could run errands 
with her. However, before leaving, Sandra did help Tommy get put a pair 
of his pants over his diaper so Tommy wouldn't feel to paranoid about 
anyone seeing his baby diaper in public.
	After a couple of hours of running errands, Tommy's stomach began 
feeling a little queasy while riding in the car. Realizing he needed to 
get to a bathroom soon, Tommy asked Sandra if they could stop somewhere 
so he could use the restroom.
	"Ok Tommy, just let me stop at the post office first and then we 
can go to McDonald's for lunch. You can use the restroom there."
	As Sandra exited the car, Tommy patiently waited for her return. 
However, despite his best efforts, his urge to move his bowels became 
greater with each passing moment. After a few more minutes, Tommy could 
hold it no longer and was forced to soil his Pampers. While Tommy was 
thoroughly embarrassed to be pooping into his baby diaper, it did help 
to relieve the pressure in his stomach.
	"Wow, what stinks," asked Erin.
	"I don't smell anything," replied Tommy, obviously trying to hide 
the fact that he has just soiled himself.
	"Tommy, did you just poop in your diaper?"
	"No."
	"Yes you did. I can't believe you actually pooped in your diaper 
just like a little baby. I'm telling mom."
	Just then, Sandra came out of the post office.
	"Mom," cried Erin, "the baby has a poopy diaper and needs 
changed."
	"I'm not a baby," screamed Tommy.
	"Anybody who poops in a diaper is definitely a baby" said Sandra, 
noticing the stench coming from the back seat. "Now lay down so I can 
check your diaper."
	With no other choice but to follow Sandra's orders, Tommy laid 
down in the backseat of the car. Sandra then unzipped his pants and 
pulled them down to his ankles, thereby exposing his diaper. Between 
the smell and the bulge in the back of Tommy's Pamper, it was obvious 
what had happened - Tommy had a loaded diaper.
	"Erin, get me another diaper and the baby wipes for your brother. 
They're in my purse."
	With a fresh diaper and wipes in hand, Sandra then untaped 
Tommy's diaper and pulled the front of it back, revealing a large clump 
of poop. Sandra then took a number of baby wipes, cleaned Tommy 
thoroughly and put the fresh Pampers on him. Admiring her diapering 
job, Sandra then pulled Tommy's pants off of him, leaving him in just a 
t-shirt and disposable baby diaper.
	As Sandra and the kids arrived at McDonalds, Tommy pleaded to go 
through the drive-thru instead of going inside to eat.
	"No way Tommy," remarked Sandra, "how do you expect anyone to be 
able to eat with the smell in this car. If you hadn't pooped in your 
diaper like a one or two year old, you wouldn't have this problem."
	After parking the car, Sandra got the kids out of the car, 
despite Tommy's repeated requests to let him put his pants back on. As 
they entered McDonalds, Tommy prayed that he wouldn't see anyone that 
he knew. However, his prayers went unanswered as soon as they got 
inside.
	"Mom, look, Tommy's wearing a disposable diaper," yelled Tommy's 
4th grade classmate, Steve. "What's the matter Tommy, aren't you potty 
trained yet?"
	"Actually, he's not," replied Sandra. "We've had to resort back 
to diapers because of his inability to keep his pants dry. In fact, I 
even just had to change his diaper a few minutes ago because he pooped 
in it."
	"Is Tommy suffering from some kind of medical problem?" asked 
Steve's mom.
	"No, Dr. Cole recently gave him a clean bill of health. I'm 
afraid he's just regressed back to diapers for the time being. I'm 
hoping I can re-potty train him before school starts back up in a 
couple of months. Until then, its nothing but diapers for Tommy."
	"Is that a Pampers diaper that he's wearing?" asked Steve.
	"Yes, it is," stated Sandra. "Tommy's pretty small so baby 
diapers like Pampers fit him the best. That means no leaks."
	"Well, good luck with the potty training Tommy," said Steven. "I 
hope you're not wearing Pampers when 5th grade starts. That would be 
embarrassing."
	After eating at McDonalds, Sandra had a couple of additional 
stops to make. Bored with the constant stop and go of running errands, 
Tommy quickly fell asleep in the back seat of the car. Before long, his 
diaper began absorbing the stream of urine coming from Tommy's bladder 
while he was sleeping.
	"Mom," said Erin, "Tommy just peed in his diaper."
	"It's ok Erin, I'll change him when we get home."
	Sure enough, upon their return home, Sandra picked up a still 
sleeping Tommy from the back seat of the car, carried him into the 
house and proceeded to change him into a dry diaper on the living room 
couch. Sandra also took off Tommy's t-shirt so Tommy lay sleeping on 
the couch in nothing but his Pampers baby diaper for the next couple of 
hours.
	The next month was more of the same - Tommy wore nothing but 
Pampers all day and night and was not allowed to use the toilet under 
any circumstances. As a result of being in diapers non-stop, Tommy 
eventually lost what little control he previously had over his bladder 
and even began to lose the ability to control his bowels. While this 
loss of control horrified Tommy, it left Erin overjoyed to be able to 
see her older stepbrother wearing nothing but Pampers all the time. It 
also secretly pleased Sandra who was happy not only for the reduced 
laundry but also ecstatic that Tommy no longer dirtied up the bathroom 
on a daily basis. Eventually, Tommy became so accustomed to wearing his 
Pampers that he usually spent entire days in either the house or back 
yard wearing nothing but his baby diaper.
	In late August, after being gone for nearly three months, Tommy's 
dad finally was able to come home after an extremely long overseas 
business trip. Upon his arrival, he was shocked and horrified to see 
his 10 year old son back in diapers on a full-time basis.
	"Sandra, why is my ten year old son wearing nothing but a 
disposable diaper?" asked Tommy's father upon seeing Tommy playing in 
the backyard wearing nothing but his Pampers diaper.
	"Because your ten year old son can't keep his pants dry or clean 
without the assistance of a diaper", replied Sandra.
	"But how did this happen? - I mean, I knew he had a really bad 
bedwetting problem but he always had daytime control, didn't he?"
	"Maybe if you would spend more time at home with your family, you 
would have realized that Tommy's wetting problems were and are a lot 
more serious than you thought. I've tried to help him, I really have. 
I've tried to encourage him to use the toilet but he's just so 
stubborn. I even took him to see Dr. Cole to see if there was anything 
medically wrong with him but the Doctor gave him a clean bill of 
health. As a last resort, I put him back in diapers so at least he 
wouldn't have any more embarrassing wetting or soiling accidents while 
out in public."
	"You mean he's lost all control of his bodily functions, even 
during the day?"
	"Yes, he usually doesn't even know when he's wet his diaper. Erin 
and I are constantly having to check him so he doesn't get diaper 
rash."
	Walking outside to the back yard, Tommy's father approached 
Tommy, still shaken to see his ten year old son wearing just a diaper.
	"Tommy," asked his father, "do you know when you have to go to 
the bathroom?"
	Tommy couldn't answer his father. He was too busy noticing the 
yellow spot that was ever growing on the front of his Pampers.