WHO'S THE BIG BOY (From Who's The Baby) Summary: Boy can't stop wetting his bed or pants so diapers are used and he is treated just like a baby and he starts to act just like a baby. My name is Donny. I am 13 years old. It has been one year since mom put me back in diapers and started to treat me like a baby. My brothers-- 6-year-old Timmy and 4-year-old Bobby-- look after me and make sure that I stay out of things. My brothers baby-sit me. Timmy can change diapers after mom showed him how. Timmy was six when he stopped wetting the bed. Before then he needed me to diaper him at night, which I thought so funny and teased him every night. Bobby was totally potty trained just before he turned three. Mom thought she was done with diapers and all my teasing of my brothers. I was still so bossy of my brothers since I was the biggest. The last day Timmy and Bobby wore diapers was the day I wet my bed for the first time in months. Mom helped keep it a secret that time. Then I wet my bed the next night. Then she made me follow the house rules about using the potty and diapers. I could not get good enough at holding my bathroom needs. My very first morning after being put back into diapers mom changed my wet night diaper. After my diaper change mom led me to eat breakfast in the kitchen. The rule is if you wet your bed you must hold your bathroom needs until after breakfast since you already use the bathroom. I wet my diaper sitting in the highchair I could not hold my pee very long. The rule is if you are wearing diapers you need to eat in a highchair. I soaked my diaper while I ate my breakfast mom was not mad at all. Mom said. Since I wet my diaper I need to learn to hold my pee better to be potty trained like my brothers. I have spent a year in diapers pooping and peeing just like a baby. At first I hated it but after three days I was not caring that I was the biggest baby at daycare. Since I was so small for twelve everyone thought I was at the most 8 or 9. My classmates thought I was just one of them until they got potty trained and went to the big kid class next door. When we played out in the play yard they called me baby Donny even though they were just two or three themselves. I was so used to being called Baby Donny. I started to respond to my new name. I was restricted to keeping my pacifier in my mouth and not allowed to talk. One month after my thirteenth birthday mom woke me up in my crib telling me it was time to go potty. Mom removed my diaper and put me on my new potty chair she had someone build for me. It was just like the one that my brothers used, only in my size with a seat belt to hold me in place. Mom told me to go potty like a big boy. I tried but nothing happened for the ten minutes I had to sit there. Then mom put my diapers back on and I was led to my highchair. After my second spoonful of food poop went into my diaper. After I was finished eating mom said, "baby has to learn to hold his poop until he can get to the potty so he can be a big boy like Timmy and Bobby." My diaper was changed and I was on my way to daycare wetting my diaper sometime before I got in the door. Mom told them she had just changed the baby but I'd wet my diaper again. All day I was taken to the potty every hour. My diaper was removed and I had to sit on the potty for five minutes. I still wet six diapers and messed in one. At home my training continued and I wet in three more and messed in another one before bedtime. The next morning mom removed my wet diaper and I was again on my new potty. This time I pooped and mom and my brothers were giving me a cheer, "big boy Donny." Mom put training pants on me and I was in the highchair eating. Then I felt my training pants warm up in the front. Mom changed my training pants and said I am allowed only three accidents a day. Any more and it's back to diapers. I made it until 10:00AM when I had my third pants wetting and I was back wearing just diapers, so everyone could see how much of a baby I was. I was so ashamed when one of my classmates Mark, age 23 months, said to me, "ME big boy you diaper baby!" He was showing off his thin cloth underpants. I was wearing thick, wet diapers and plastic. I don't remember wetting but when I stood up to walk away from Mark my diaper sagged down pulling my plastic pants in that unmistakable wet diaper sag. I waddled as I walked away until one of the daycare workers saw me and led me to the diaper changing station. I took about two months to get me poop trained so I would only poop in the potty. I still had poop accidents because I still wet without warning a needed diapers fulltime. Mom told me until I get totally potty trained I will be in diapers. But if I just wet my bed I can wear training pants during the day and diapers at night. I have wet my diapers for over a year so now I keep forgetting to hold my pee until I get to the potty. Even being taken to the potty every half hour I wet about three or four diapers a day. Now that Jimmy got potty trained all the kids that were in my daycare class when I started baby class have been potty trained they are gone to the big kid class. But there are new kids coming into my class and every one is diapered now. Since everyone in my class is wearing diapers and not close to being potty trained no one bothers to continue my potty training and I am soon pooping my diaper again just like everyone else in my class. Summer is soon here and I am again wearing only T-shirts and diapers to daycare and at home. I just wet and mess my diapers just like all my friends in my class. Until Danny came to class dressed in Pull-ups and everyone likes them and asked if they could have some too. Everyone in my class is about the same age of two except me. They were told what they needed to do to get the training pants. Within two days everyone was wearing the new training pants except me. I am now thirteen and a half years old the size of a small seven or eight-year-old. My classmates are all getting potty trained at the same time except me. By now I did not care about being the only one in diapers. Because no one ever made fun of me and I could have fun playing on toys that I normally would not be allowed to play on. Then one of the daycare people came into the classroom to see almost everyone wearing training pants she asked. "WHO'S A BIG BOY?" Everyone jumped and said, "Me! Me! Me!" No one ever looked at me because I was so quiet riding the spring horse and having my own fun. The daycare people said all big boys could go to the next class tomorrow. There was one other kid that was still wearing diapers like me. His name was Sammy. Sammy was three and a half years old he was big for a three-year-old about the size of a five or six-year-old. Sammy and I started to have fun together so I started to teach him how to read and do math but the daycare workers did not know what I was doing. Six months later the daycare told mom I was no longer allowed to come to daycare because I was showing sign of puberty. Mom told me I would have to go to the hospital daycare that she worked at. Since I was still nothing but a big baby I had to stay in the toddler ward playroom ages 2 years old to 4 years old, next to the juvenile ward where 5- year-old to 9-year-olds are. Mom worked with the juvenile age kids. Next: WHO IS STILL A BABY