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"Hi, baby. How was your first day at your daycare?" my mother asked me 
sweetly - disgusting. "Fine, embarrassing but fine." I replied. "Well, it 
wouldn't be much of a punishment if it wasn't embarrassing now would it?" 
she went on, "Anyway, I've got a treat for you today. We're going to go 
swimming!" "Swimming? I can't go swimming like this. I can't even swim!" 
"Well you're in luck, you're going to be with the toddler group, and if 
you're good we'll let you in the big boy pool for a while. now come on or 
we'll be late!" And she pushed me out of the door and started walking the 
10-minute walk to the swimming pool.

When we got to the swimming pool, the doors towered over me. I normally 
felt quite big going through these doors in comparison to the little kids, 
but today it felt like the weight of the world was on my shoulders 
instead. The whole room looked bigger, at the desk my mother asked for one 
toddler ticket and one adult ticket. She then took me into the ladies 
changing room. "Mum! I'm a boy not a girl!", "No. You're a baby, and 
babies need help changing."

My mum took me into the changing room and pulled over one of those 
disgusting red changing tables that they have at swimming pools. They are 
basically formed red plastic, that are cold as anything. My mum let me out 
of my pram and stood me on the bench next to here as she removed my 
onesie. Then she told me to lay down on the changing table. I did as I was 
told so as not to cause any further embarrassment for myself than I was 
already going to get. She took off my - for once dry - diaper and replaced 
it with a swim diaper she took out of her bag. It had pictures of Nemo 
from Finding Nemo on it, and if I am going to tell the truth it actually 
looked quite cute on me.

She took me by the hand and put me in a little playpen that toddlers get 
put in while their parents change. I watched my mother get changed, and 
then she put a little restraint on my wrist and led me out to the swimming 
pool. I saw some teenagers my own age staring at my little swimmer diaper 
and laughing. I felt like I was going to die. My mum took me over to the 
baby pool, and led me in. She put some armbands on me and led me around 
the pool floating. I won't keep around this bit because it gets quite 
boring and this is about as much as happens. The really embarrassing bit 
happened when I got back to the changing rooms with my mum.

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My mum led me around the swimming pool, and back into the ladies changing 
room. She placed me on the changing table and noticed that the wetness 
indicator on the diaper had changed colour. "Wow, baby must really have 
been having fun today, you look as if you've wet yourself badly." I 
couldn't believe what I was hearing. I really didn't think that I had wet 
myself - perhaps I really was a baby.

My mum took off my swim diaper and wiped me down. She took me off the 
changing table and dried me off, paying lots of attention to my genitals 
which were very wet. At that point the girl from my school who I fancy so 
badly came through the door. I tried to cover myself but she had already 
seen so much. She burst out laughing, and came over. She asked me why I 
was like this. My mum told her that I was being punished for wetting 
myself. She laughed, and asked if she could babysit me one day; my mum 
said yes.


With that, my mum laid me on the changing table naked, my penis hard from 
seeing my crush - while she got changed. With Lucy (my crush's name) 
staring at my penis I blushed. Then my mum taped up my diaper and put my 
in my onesie. "Aww, you look so cute Tom!" my Lucy said. I just turned 
away and asked my mum if we could go. My mum agreed and she put me into my 
pram and we left the pool.

We turned the corner after we left and she started pushing me back to the 
car, which was parked quite close to the daycare centre. With all the 
people around I felt quite superior in a way. I could go to the toilet 
whenever I want to, whereas all these other people have to hold it in 
until they find a toilet. In fact, just to prove me point I did a poo at 
that very time. It felt squishy and strange, but I still felt good about 
it. It made me feel so much better about myself.

That night went just as usual, and so did the next few weeks. I'll save 
you the boredom of these parts and skip straight ahead to a month into my 
punishment. When I really did a get a surprise!

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It was a few weeks into my punishment. I was starting to get used to this 
baby lifestyle at last. I had already become completely incontinent in 
both my bowels and my bladder. I had lost a lot of weight due to the 
drastic decrease in the amount of food I had been eating, and in truth I 
had become a lot closer to my mum in the past few weeks. She had even 
started considering breastfeeding me again. This was about the only thing 
I was really dreading the thought of.

It was about 10am on that dreadful day. My mum woke me up as usual and 
changed me into a nice clean diaper. I was now fitting into a smaller 
sized diaper, so my mum had started me on Pampers Baby Dry diapers, which 
were snugger and held more. Before she even undid my restraints again she 
remembered that I needed a bath that day, so she took the diaper back off 
and put it back on the clean pile, and whisked me off for a bath.

Because I had lost so much weight, my mum was now able to pick me up - she 
struggled slightly still, but it was easily possible. She carried me to 
the bathroom and washed me. My bum was still a bit unclean from my poo 
last night so she paid extra attention to that area and to my genitals 
which the poo had unfortunately reached as well.

After she had dried me off she inserted a small suppository into my rectum 
to help me poo that day as I had been a bit constipated in the past few 
days. Then she carried me back to my nursery and put me into a new diaper 
and a clean onesie. She led me down the stairs (as she still had not 
mastered the art of carrying me down) and put me in my highchair for 
breakfast - today it was mushed carrots. I had grown to tolerate being fed 
by my mum, after the most recent spate of spankings anyway - it tends to 
be more embarrassing being spanked than it is being diapered in front of 
people.

After she had fed me she told me she would be going out for a day out with 
her friends. And she had arranged a babysitter. I had had babysitters 
before so I still minded but I had sort of gotten used to it. Then my mum 
told me who my babysitter was going to be, and I was literally crying. My 
mum put a soother in my mouth and then continued speaking. "Lucy won't be 
so bad. Think about it! You'll be cared for by your crush! She'll change 
your diaper, bathe you, feed you and play with you! What more could you 
want?" I had a good mind to tell her what more I could want, but I didn't; 
this wasn't the right time for that.

My mum put my in my playpen in the lounge until Lucy came about an hour 
later. At that point she came in and kissed me and then left. "Right, Tom! 
I think we're going to have some fun today. Before you start being all 
embarrassed I already know you fancy me - everyone does. It's obvious from 
that time in the swimming pool. Now come on, come here and let me pick you 
up." I crawled over to her and she picked me up and sat down on the sofa 
with me on her lap. She looked down at me and asked me if I needed my 
diaper changing. I said no. She stuck her finger into the front of my 
diaper to check if I really was wet, but she found that I wasn't.

I felt so much pleasure at that one little finger touching my bare skin. 
It was brilliant - I really didn't think I'd ever get here to touch me in 
my entire life. She said that she wanted to play with me for a while, so 
she put me into my pram in just my diapers and we left! "Please let me 
wear my onesie at least Lucy! I look so stupid!" "Aww, don't be so modest. 
You'll be fine, it's a warm day, and I want everyone to see you - you look 
so cute in just your diapee!

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When we got to the park it was far more crowded than even I had expected 
it to be. Everyone was looking at me in just a diaper. I was so 
embarrassed I could die. Lucy however was just waving at everyone as if 
nothing had changed! Lucy told me that if I embarrassed me in front of her 
friends then she would really embarrass me in front of them. I wasn't that 
scared of her, she's only a girl. So I decided that I would do it just to 
annoy her.

When we got over to her friends (including some of mine), she introduced 
them to "Baby Tommy" they all started tickling me and I felt myself start 
to wee in my diaper. It got quite full quite quickly and I was glad when 
they stopped because it was going to be a river in there soon. When she 
started talking I started swearing at her and calling her names, just to 
annoy her - and it worked.

"I warned you not to embarrass me!" She picked me up and dragged down my 
diaper revealing my red bottom. She lay me over her knee and started 
spanking me like you would a five year old. Then she asked her friends if 
they wanted a try, and of course they all did. By the time they had 
finished taking turns spanking me I had some very bad bruises on my bum 
and I was crying like a baby.

Aww, I think baby needs a diaper change. When she turned me over, and laid 
me on a changing mat from the diaper bag that she had brought with her in 
the pram, my penis automatically went up because of all the people around 
- they all laughed at the size. My old best friend said "Ha! Look at the 
baby's tiny penis! It's miniscule." and she dried me off and powdered me 
up with a nice new diaper.

I begged her to let us leave now. But she said no. She said that it was 
time for my feeding. And she got a bottle out and made me drink the whole 
thing, by this time I was sobbing so badly that even she started to feel 
sorry for me and told her friends that she would see them another day. She 
put me back in my pram and started walking me home.

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When we got in she apologized for her behaviour. And tried to calm me down 
by kissing me. It sure as hell worked. It was heaven. It was even better 
than I had ever expected it to be. "Lucy, will you give me a bath? I, I, I 
mean if you want to of course?" "Of course I will! Come on, let's get you 
upstairs and into that bath young man!

She took off my diaper and told me to get into the bath. She cleaned me 
very carefully, especially around the lower areas of my body. She paid 
special attention to my balls and the shaft of my penis. But I won't delve 
any further into that matter as this is a kid-friendly story.

Once she had finished we both had a well-deserved rest. My head lay on her 
knee, while she stroked my hair and sang to me softly. She really was 
beautiful, and she was so kind and understanding. I really did love her, 
but she would never go out with a boy like me? I mean. I'm a baby. Who in 
their right mind would go out with a baby?

I knew that I had to get her to go out for me. if just for one night she 
has to go out with me! And with me laying in her lap, with just this 
thought, I fell asleep with the knowledge that someday we would be 
together; somehow we would be together.

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I awoke some time later still on the couch but I could tell by the clock 
on the wall that Lucy was long gone. My mother was standing outside 
talking to somebody. I looked outside and I saw that one of my mother's 
friends was around. My mother told her friend that she had heard a noise 
and said that it was probably her new baby. Her friend asked if she could 
come and see the baby and my mother agreed.

"I see you've decided to wake up at last. This is Angela." "Umm. hi, 
baby?" Angela said. "Yes, baby will do." I said grumpily. "Now Tom, I've 
told you before not to speak to people like that. Come here." I obliged 
and came over to my mother, still wearing my diaper. "Lie down on my knee 
Tom." "But Mum, she's here!" "Well you shouldn't have been so rude" she 
answered my plea. "It really doesn't matter Laura." Angela said quickly. 
"Yes it does Angela, he has to learn. And the best way is a good old over-
the-knee spanking." And with that she started spanking me. She spanked me 
a good thirty times and then checked my diaper.

She saw that the diaper was very full, and she asked if Angela minded if 
she changed it. Angela of course was very polite and agreed. My mum laid 
me down on a changing mat. And pulled off my smelly diaper. "If you don't 
mind my asking, why is Tom back in diapers?" she asked. "Well, he started 
wetting himself and so to get him out of it I put him back in diapers and 
treated him as a toddler. Simple psychology, really." "Oh. fine." she said 
nonchalantly.

My mum told Angela that she was really quite busy dealing with her baby 
and asked her if she could possibly leave, and Angela agreed and said she 
would see her at the club on Monday night. She left and my mum came back 
into the room - her smile back again. "Now Tom. I was talking to you about 
breastfeeding, and I've decided it's time we gave it a go." "What???? I 
thought you were just joking about that!" I said hastily.

"Well I wasn't," she said, "I think it will be a great addition to your 
punishment. Now come over here!" She grabbed me by the shoulders and 
cradled me in her arms, my legs dangling over the side of the sofa. She 
got out her breast. I felt sick just looking at that "thing" right in my 
face. She tickled my mouth with the nipple, and I refused to open my 
mouth. She held my nose to force me to open my mouth and when I did she 
stuck it in. I knew better than to bite her, that would get me a bad 
spanking. So I obliged and sucked.

It was disgusting. Sour and bitter. Just the thought of it seemed wrong to 
me, it just wasn't right to drink fluids from another person. She kept me 
drinking until it was time for bed. By that time I had wet my diaper a few 
times, but my mother decided for a little extra punishment after my 
"treat" babysitter today I should have to sleep in my wet diaper - ALL 
NIGHT!

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It was so uncomfortable that night in my own wee. It was burning my skin, 
by the morning when my mother came I had a gigantic rash. She put extra 
lotion on it, and made me lie on a table for most of the morning to get 
air onto it, today though, it was my doctor's appointment. He was going to 
be giving me a full check up to see how I was going on with my new found 
babyish punishment. He had told my mother that it would be ok to baby me, 
but that I should come for regular checkups once a month.

Once we got there my mother took me in my pram, and all the patients in 
the waiting room were staring at me. No doubt wondering why a boy my age 
would still be in diapers. I was going to be seeing the child psychologist 
and my normal GP today, so it was going to be quite a hectic schedule and 
a grueling one for me.

First I had to see my GP. He was going to be giving me a full body exam, I 
was dreading the implications of "full body". The doctor asked me if I 
would be more comfortable with my mother out of the room but I said I was 
fine with her being there. The doctor told me to remove all of my 
clothing, including my diaper. Luckily my diaper was dry so there was no 
fussing about with drying me off.

First he checked my breathing on my chest, which appeared to be a bit 
shallow but otherwise normal, and the same with my heart. He checked the 
bones in my legs to make sure that they had not gone out of shape because 
of all the crawling that I had been doing but he was satisfied that they 
hadn't gone out of place or broken.

Then it came to my rectal and genital examinations. First he did my rectal 
examination. He told me to get on my side with my bum towards the wall, 
and then he inserted a large, cold, lubricated object to hold open my bum 
while he examined it. He first checked my temperature using a rectal 
thermometer and it appeared to be within acceptable limits.

He then used a piece of apparatus to check the pressure inside my bowels, 
because of my now incontinent state there was no pressure whatsoever, but 
the doctor said this was to be expected. He then gave me a large enema to 
allow me to get rid of any excess waste. He placed a diaper on me for 
thirty minutes, and sure enough - over three litres of liquid excrement 
came out into my diaper.

He got me cleaned up and then moved onto my genital examination. He 
checked the creases of my testicles to make sure that they were not 
infected due to bad cleaning but luckily they were completely free of 
germs. He pressed different areas of my penis to check for any lumps, 
which were not uncommon in this day and age, but still there was none 
there. He then inserted a large cotton bud down the tube of my penis, 
which stung a little and I cried out but then I was fine and my mum put my 
pacifier in my mouth to calm me down.

The doctor said that I was completely fine physically, and then he 
instructed myself and my mother to go through to a room next door where 
the child psychologist would be waiting.

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We went through to the next room where a woman with short brown hair was 
sitting. She told my mother to leave the room. My mum left the room and 
the psychologist told me to sit down on the chair next to her. I did as 
she asked and then she started asking me some questions.

"Right Tom. I know all about what you're going through at the moment, so I 
will try not to be too pushy in our first session. Don't be embarrassed to 
tell me about anything that you have on your mind. I'm hear to listen to 
you and not to sentence you." the psychologist said, "Now, I was wondering 
if you could tell me how you feel about being punished by being treated as 
a baby?"

"Well. I don't really like it very much. I'm not a baby and it's really 
upsetting when she does embarrassing things to me in public. And I hate 
being led around on that stupid harness. It makes it so I can never get 
away from her. I'm a teenager. I need a lot more privacy than this."

"Well. I can see where you are coming from with the privacy idea. But your 
mother is right. A baby doesn't have any privacy. Think about it. A parent 
doesn't care where they breastfeed or change their baby's diaper, they 
just do it because it is natural. Because you are being treated completely 
as a baby it is necessary that you get the full treatment. I've got a 
question for you, which may sound a little stupid to you though.  I don't 
care if you do, but do you enjoy wearing the diapers?"

"NO!" I said, astonished that she would think I did. "That's ok, it's just 
some people who get placed into the situation that you are in start to 
enjoy the feeling that diapers give them. Either way it is completely 
normal. I think that you can go now. I've seen enough for our first 
session. I'll see you for your next checkup next month.

And I left the room to be greeted by my mother and my pram, ah well, back 
to this I suppose.

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My mum loaded me up into the car and we went shopping as we were already 
out of the house. My mum drove us to the shop and once we got there she 
got a family trolley and put me into the child seat. It creaked a few 
times under my weight - but it seemed able to hold me. She went straight 
to the food section.

She bought some food for herself and for any guests she may have over, and 
bought some toiletries for herself. Then she headed to the checkouts and 
bought the stuff she had gathered up. She took it to the car and placed it 
in the boot, with me still in the trolley. She locked the car again and we 
set off for Mothercare. To buy some more supplies for me.

She went in the shop and I felt sick, it was covered in light blues and 
bright pinks, with both a boys section and a girls section. My mum took us 
straight over to the girls section. A shop assistant came over to us and 
said "Would you like any help madam?" My mother replied with "Yes please. 
I need some supplies for my baby." while pointing at me. "Your 'baby'?" 
"Yes, he is a baby. He's been behaving so much like a baby recently I 
decided to make him one." "Ok, madam. So what supplies do you need 
exactly?"

My mother told the shop assistant that she needed baby food, diapers, 
formula, baby wipes, lotion and some baby powder. The shop assistant went 
off to fetch the supplies as my mother sat down on a nearby chair. The 
shop assistant came back about 10 minutes later with the supplies. "One 
more thing," my mother said, "Do you have a changing area?". The shop 
assistant replied with a swift yes and pointed to the changing tables, 
which were very strangely placed straight against the open windows.

My mother thanked the shop assistant for his help and took me over to the 
changing tables. There were a few mothers already changing their babies, 
and the people outside the windows were taking no notice of what was 
happening centimetres away from them. But once my mum laid me down on the 
largest of the changing tables people started staring.

There were kids coming over from shops all over the park, and pointing at 
the 15 year old getting a diaper change. "Please don't change me here mum, 
all the people are staring at me!" "Well what do you expect? It's not 
everyday that they're going to see a teenager getting their dirty diaper 
changed."

My mother continued as if nothing had changed from when she changed my 
diapers at home. She removed my onesie, I could instantly feel the cold 
air coming in from the open window. I suddenly felt very hot, and I could 
tell that I had blushed very badly. I heard laughs coming in from outside, 
making my pain all the worse.

My mum took of my diaper, and instantly you could hear the laughs 
loudening outside. "Look at that kid! He's naked!" they were all saying 
things I like that. I had never felt so strange in my entire life. My mum 
wiped off the poo from my bum and my genitals. And then powdered me up and 
re-diapered me with one of the Huggies Superflex diapers she had just 
bought.

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As she was pushing me around the shopping park back to the car again I got 
a lot of very strange looks. I was very glad when we got back to the car 
and my mum put me into my car seat. I felt a lot safer back in the car, 
for some reason I seemed to think that nothing could hurt me if I was in 
the car but they could if I was outside it.

My mum took us home after this. It was way past my bedtime now so she put 
me straight in my cot when we got in, as my diaper was still dry from an 
hour back. I dreamt that night about being normal again. I just wanted to 
be a normal boy; I wanted to go to school. Not a daycare centre - a 
school. All I wanted was to be normal. Why couldn't that just happen for 
me?

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It was Monday again. Back to daycare after such a good weekend. I really 
wished I didn't have to go to daycare. The people there aren't even as 
nice as my mum is. They embarrass me constantly, both inside the confines 
of the daycare centre and outside. They seem to think that just because I 
am different and I am being punished that they constantly have to be 
punishing me and that they can never let their guard down on me. Bludy 
stupid if you ask me. I've learn't my lesson already!

My mum gave me a quick bath because I had made quite a mess in my diaper 
the night before. She towelled me dry and led me through to my nursery and 
lifted me onto the changing table. The changing table was very cold on my 
now warm back, and I shivered a little. My mum diapered me nice and 
tightly, using more diapers than usual as I was going out on a trip with 
my daycare centre to a school. My high school for that matter.

I would only get changed once in the entire course of the day, and that 
was going to be in the sex education lesson of class 10DHM. I was dreading 
that so much. I was not going to be changed until that time so that the 
class would get to look at a real diaper change being performed.

My mum decided that as it was a warm day, I wouldn't need my onesie. So 
she left me in just my diapers and fetched me a nice green pacifier with 
little fishes as a decoration. She stuck it in my mouth and released the 
restraints on my changing table and put me into the walking harness to 
take me down the stairs. She gave me my breakfast (it was a Monday so I 
was going to be breastfed), in front of the TV as she watched the news. 
She took me outside in my pram and walked the 25 minute walk to my daycare 
centre.

Once we got to the daycare centre I wasn't even let out of my pram for a 
second before they started taking us down to the high school. By this time 
I could feel a load of poo squishing around in the seat of my diaper - 
slowly making its way forward to my penis. The wee was also starting to 
trickle out, making it's own puddle.

By the time they had walked us down to the high school they were just 
going in for their second lesson. The school had put out a few playpens 
for us to play in as we waited for the lesson we would be going to for the 
sex education. That's all we were there for. Live demonstrations of how to 
take care of a baby.

At last it was my turn, my diaper was bulging and I could tell that my 
whole bum and my genitals were covered in a mixture of runny poo and 
urine. It was all starting to pile up and sitting down for this long in my 
pram was definitely not helping the situation.

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The person from the daycare centre that were going to be looking after me 
today was the manager. She pushed me with the teacher of the class on the 
other side in my pram to the lesson. I was getting very scared now - I 
knew that if I came into one of my own lessons at school then I would 
laugh so badly. But it was the other way around now, and it really didn't 
feel good to be on the other side of the equation.

We got to the outside of the classroom. I could see through the glass pane 
of the door that the class was mostly girls - a bad thing. And they were 
all my own age. Or, what was my own age. The teacher opened the door and 
the class continued with their chatting. "Now class," the class went 
quiet, as they knew what they were going to get to see, "Here is today's 
guest, Tom. As you already know, Tom is here today for our sex education. 
Tom is slightly different as well, Tom is actually a 15 year old boy being 
treated as a baby, so we will get to see a fully developed human body - at 
the same time as seeing it being treated as a non developed body."

After her little speech the teacher beckoned my careworker to push me in, 
and she started pushing me in. I could see that a makeshift changing 
table, a gigantic highchair, a baby bath and a pile of diaper changing 
equipment had already been laid out at the front of the room. My 
careworker pushed me to the front of my class. And even from just seeing 
my diaper the class were in hysterics. I wondered how they were going to 
react to seeing my naked body treated as a baby. It wasn't a pleasant 
thought.

As if an answer to my calls, my careworker lifted me out of my pram and 
placed me into the highchair. "Now first we are going to watch the best 
way to have fun with a baby, and feed them at the same time." the teacher 
started, "First you place the baby in the highchair, and secure them in 
with the locks provided. Then you place the bib around their neck and tie 
it securely - a dirty baby is not a pleasant thing."

"To make the feeding fun for the baby you should make them think that the 
food is some sort of imaginary object. Such as a train." My careworker 
lifted out a piled spoonful of baby food. "Here comes the choo-choo train! 
Open wide and let it in!" I obliged. It had a disgusting aftertaste; I 
knew that something had to have been placed into it. "To give a better 
demonstration of diaper changing for you later, we have laced the food 
with some extremely strong diuretics and laxatives. That should prolong 
the change and let you all have a turn at the art of a diaper change.

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They fed me three bowls of this disgusting food. And I could feel a large 
amount of pressure building up in my bladder and bowels. I had to let it 
go and I felt my diaper suddenly fill up. My diaper was ten times as full 
as it had ever been. The poo was reaching up to the top of my penis, and 
the urine was starting to seep up the crack of my bum.

"Now then, we're going to get Tom changed before we give him a nasty 
diaper rash." the teacher started as my careworker very carefully lifted 
me out of the highchair and onto the changing mat, "Now class, gather 
around the changing table so you all have a good view of the change." The 
class all took their place around the changing table - leaving only a 
small gap for the teacher to demonstrate the change.

The teacher carefully untaped my diaper. Revealing my dark brown bum, the 
class all made disgusted looks, and started wrinkling their noses because 
of the terrible smell. In the case of a bad diaper change like this, you 
should always have lots of wipes at the ready to make sure that you get it 
all up to prevent any diseases or infections.

"You should wipe the bottom first," and with my legs held high up in the 
air by my careworker, "from left to right, making sure to give extra care 
to the crack. Make sure that you go over it many times to ensure that all 
of the poo from the backside is removed. You should then place the legs 
down from the air, and clean off the genitals."

"Tom's penis as you can see, has been covered by the poo; as have his 
upper legs and his testicles. First you should very carefully clean off 
the penis by taking the bottom of the penis with you first and forefinger, 
holding it upwards towards the ceiling. You should then wipe from the top 
downwards and back upwards once to ensure it has been fully cleaned. You 
should then clean all of the flaps of the testicles, as germs are most 
common to fester in this area. Now we will give Tom a bath."

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A fully transparent bathtub had already been set up on the table, and I 
was lifted into this. The teacher was only going to concentrate on my 
bottom half today, due to a lack of time. "Now, you should clean very 
carefully the penis; making sure not to drag backwards the foreskin - as 
at this tender age it can be very sore when moved. After the bath you 
should towel your baby dry and put them into a fresh diaper."

"Before we put Tom into another diaper we are going to demonstrate what is 
in our opinion the most effective disciplinary method - the spanking. The 
spanking has been around for centuries, and ensures a good amount of 
discipline in a child. For a child this age, you should place them over 
your knee, and with just your hand spank them a few times. Since Tom is 
actually quite a lot harder, we are going to use an implement. We are 
going to be using a solid leather paddle."

The teacher got me over her knee and started whacking my baby fresh bottom 
with the paddle. While I screamed in pain the class laughed at my torture 
and told the teacher to continue. The teacher continued spanking me for at 
least 10 minutes - administering at least 200 blows. My bum had a few 
blisters on it, so some ointment was applied by my careworker.

She re-diapered me, and I was placed back into my pram on my still sore 
bottom crying my eyes out and pushed back to the hall to wait for the end 
of the day to leave. My eyes were soaked, my careworker actually had to 
tie my pacifier to my head to keep it in. I was so upset now, my bum was 
agony and I was so embarrassed.

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The next week was quite fun. We went to the park a few times, I was 
actually starting to quite enjoy being so friendly with my Mum again. It 
had been such a long time since my Mum had played with me at the park, 
pushed me on the swings. I was even enjoying the physical contact at 
diaper changes, my mum isn't exactly the physical type, the most we had 
done since I was a baby was hug - even if the setting wasn't the greatest, 
at least we were closer than we had been.

I was starting to be less and less embarrassed now, the only thing that I 
still found disgusting about my punishment was the breastfeeding. That I 
would probably never get used to. I had gotten used to the laughs, they 
didn't bother me so much now.

I only had one anxiety in my mind now - holiday. We had a holiday 
scheduled in Disney Land for this May. It was only a few weeks away now, I 
was really looking forward to it now. But being changed in front of a 
theme park full of people really didn't excite me too much. Being put in a 
highchair in front of a restaurant full of holidaymakers didn't exactly 
thrill me either. My mum refused to cancel the holiday no matter how many 
times I asked her to; she simply said that I had to get used to my 
punishment.

The time in between now and the holiday are actually very boring. So I'm 
just going to skip ahead to the point of packing - the night before the 
holiday.

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My mum had almost finished the packing for our holiday. We were going to 
be leaving at 5am the next morning - so she was making sure that she was 
ready for it. She had packed a load of clothes for her. And a special 
suitcase for me. It was a light blue suitcase filled with all my baby 
items. She had put 12 bottles, 8 pacifiers, diaper bags, baby wipes, 42 
cloth diapers, 300 disposable diapers, some bibs and some onesies. All 
ready for our holiday, and I can tell you that that bag was quite heavy.

She put me to sleep in a nice clean Pampers Feel N Learn diaper, and 
locked up my cot for the night. She said goodnight, and we went to sleep 
in our beds.

I woke up the next morning already in the taxi to the airport, it was 
already daylight so I knew my mum must have carried me out to the taxi 
while I was asleep. "Hi Tom. glad you decided to join us!" "I'm freezing 
mum. why didn't you put me into my onesie?" "I didn't want to wake you. 
Come on, let's get you into one if you are freezing." My mum got me into a 
lovely flanelette onesie covered with little tigers. About half an hour 
after this I let a nice warm wee into my diaper. "Tom, did you just wee?" 
"Yes mum." "I can't change you now you know. You're going to have to wait 
until we get to the airport for a change."

At least it didn't take long to get to the airport. About an hour later we 
were already there. I asked my mum if for once she would just keep me in 
my harness instead of my pram, and she agreed. She led me through to the 
check-in desk, where we gave in our bags and got our tickets. My mum got a 
special sticker for me with information on how to get in touch with her 
incase I got lost. She stuck it on a patch of my onesie which didn't have 
any decoration.

She took me straight to the baby changing room which amazingly actually 
had a lin The people in the line were saying things like "Where's her 
baby?" and "Surely a kid that age doesn't still wear diapers?!" Eventually 
the line went down, and I saw that the door of the changing room was 
actually non-existent, there was no door there at all - the whole airport 
could see in. Of course that does not mean that anyone in the airport 
would actually look, but they could see.

The changing room was also the children's toilet. A little girl was on a 
bright pink potty, as my mum laid me down on the changing table the little 
girl said to her Mum "Why's that boy in a diapee?" her father replied with 
"He must still wet himself. You're a big girl, you don't need diapers 
anymore do you?" "No!" she said smiling.

My mother just changed me, I felt so stupid. Even that little toddler was 
higher up in the chain than me. After my mum re-diapered me, she slid me 
back into my onesie, and because we were going into a customs secured area 
she put my back into my pram. She pushed me out of the baby changing room 
and over to the Customs area.

We got through customs with no real problems, except some very strange 
looks from the people around. And we went straight through to the plane as 
it was going to be taking off practically straight away.

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We went onto the plane just as the gate was closing. We had luckily gotten 
the front seats on the plane, so it was easy for my mum to find a space to 
put my pram, and there were those cool fold out tables. The pilot told all 
the passengers that any babies should be strapped in using the special 
seats which would be provided by the stewards on their last route down the 
plane before take off. We were first so my mum asked for a seat for me, I 
only just fit into it, and it felt very uncomfortable being in that 
position.

As the plane started taking off I felt that uncomfortable feeling in my 
bowels again. The seat I was sitting on was making the pressure in their 
so, so much worse. I could feel it slipping out - I had really wished that 
I wouldn't need to poo while I was on the plane; just my luck that I would 
get it this bad at the start of the flight. As the plane took off and 
gravity took a hold, a flood of runny poo gushed out of my bowels and into 
my diaper, it really couldn't get much worse than this.

"Phew. Tom, have you gone for a poo?" "Um. y, yes." "It really smells; 
when we're into the air properly I'll try and find somewhere to change 
your diaper."

Once we got up in the air, my mother asked one of the stewards if there 
was a baby changing area anywhere on board. The steward replied that there 
was a changing area, but it would not accommodate such a "large" baby. My 
mother asked if there was anywhere else on board to change me. The 
stewards only suggestion was to change me in the aisle. 

My mum did. She actually laid me down on a changing mat in the middle of a 
crowded plane and changed my diaper. Luckily the change took less time 
than it normally does, and I was back in my seat very quickly. I wasn't 
too upset about it this time. It needed doing.

The rest of the flight was relatively uneventful. I went in my diapers a 
few more times, but only wee. My mum changed me when we got in to the 
Florida airport - luckily this time it had a door.

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My mum bundled me back into my pram, and as the airport was only a few 
miles away, she decided that we should make use of the bus system; instead 
of paying over the odds for a private taxi. We caught the first bus that 
came along, the driver stared at me from underneath his glasses - 
muttering something about kids that never grow up. My mother bought one 
ticket, an adult ticket; because babies went free on the buses.

When we got to our hotel, we went straight to the front desk and retrieved 
the keys to our room. My mother requested that a changing table be brought 
up, as according to a sign on the wall of the reception they have to be 
requested when checking in. The clerk at the desk said that a table would 
be brought up within the hour. And my mum pushed my pram and the suitcases 
towards the elevator.

The room was gigantic. It already had a cot in there, my mum had ordered 
that to be there in advance. It was big enough to fit me - just. My mum 
unpacked all of our things and put them into the drawers and the wardrobes 
that were placed around the room.

Since it was still quite early in the day, my mum said that we should 
probably go for a quick swim before we had our evening meal. So she 
undressed me and put me in another of those; must I say it - cute, little 
swimmers with the Finding Nemo images on the front. She got dressed in her 
bathing suit, put me in my harness and we went down the stairs to the 
outdoor pool.