Old Habits Die Hard
As I lay there
crying, sucking on a baby bottle, watching the birds and the squirrels in the
trees above me and waiting for Juanita to finish taking the diaper pins out of
my dirty wet diaper. I thought back to all the times I sat in class in my dirty
underwear, petrified that someone would notice and say something, or all the
times I played in the playground at recess or went to the cafeteria with my
underwear plastered to my butt, wondering if someone would say. "John, you
stink!" or something like that. I never thought my classmates would one
day see me in a diaper or watch me have my diaper changed and see me completely
naked having my dirty butt cleaned. And Mrs. Grady, my teacher, she always
seemed sympathetic to my problem of messing my pants and always handled it so
discreetly as if she didn’t want to embarrass me in front of the class. I don’t
understand why her attitude has changed so much and now she seems to be happy
that I’m wearing diapers.
Well, here I am
now, living this nightmare. Two of my female classmates, a couple of the
prettier ones, kneel down beside Naomi to watch Juanita change me. Linda was a
beautiful blonde who sat next to me in class with long blonde hair that hung
straight down her back. Cathy was a cute brunette who sat a couple desks behind
me and sent me notes in class about wanting to be my girlfriend. Now they're
kneeling next to me smiling as Juanita unpins my dirty wet diaper.
"Gosh, John.
I never thought I'd see you wearing a diaper. That's got to be so
embarrassing," Cathy said, the one who wanted to be my girlfriend in
school.
"I'll bet
John’s the one who smelt like poop in class all those times," Linda
responded, looking at Cathy and Naomi.
Juanita now had
all the diaper pins out of my diaper but left the wet front of the diaper
laying up over me as she rifled through the diaper bag for some more damp rags
and stuff.
I squeezed my
thighs together tightly against the soaking wet thick diaper, knowing that in a
moment Juanita was going to pull my diaper back, exposing my little genitals
and dirty butt to everyone who was watching.
As I squeezed my
thighs together against the wet unpinned diaper, I could feel the pee running
down my hips to the side and down my butt and as I squeezed it, my unpinned
diaper raised up off of my belly a little. Cathy bent down a little and looked
as if she were trying to peek up under there and see my pee-pee. Some of the
other kids giggled as they say Cathy doing this.
There's something
about a boy having his diaper changed. Girls just can’t wait to see what his
penis looks like, I learned that firsthand.
Then Mrs. Grady
my teacher said.
"You know,
John. Mrs. Campbell (the principal) got so tired of seeing you in the nurse’s
office with your filthy underwear that she came very close to having the nurse
put a diaper on you and sending you back to class in a diaper."
"So. it
WASSS John who smelt like poop in class all those times. Wasn’t it, Ms.
Grady?" Linda asked.
"Yes. It was
John all right!" Ms. Grady answered.
"John,
wouldn’t that have been awful if you had to wear a diaper to class. Everyone
would have laughed!" Linda said.
"Well, if
John doesn’t learn to stop messing his pants by the time his mother gets back,
or at least by the time summer is over, he might be wearing diapers to school
in the fourth grade this fall.”
"The other
kids aren’t going to believe it when we tell them we saw John wearing a diaper,
and having his diaper changed too," Cathy said, giggling.
"Okay, John,
let’s get this stinky old diaper off of you and get you into a nice clean
diaper," Juanita said as she took the corners of the unpinned diaper and
began pulling it back. But I was squeezing my thighs together against the thick
wet cloth, trying to prevent or at least delay the humiliation of having
everyone see me naked and see my filthy bottom.
“Now John, you're
going to have to spread your legs so I can change your diaper, and you better
do it now if you don’t want a good hard spanking!" Juanita ordered,
leaning toward me with an angry face. So I spread my legs as Juanita told me to
do and she slowly pulled the wet, front, portion of the diaper back exposing my
wet little genitals and the bumpy red diaper rash covering the fatty pubic area
surrounding my pee-pee and scrotum.
"Johnnnnn.
look at your pee-pee. It's so little, like a baby’s!" the beautiful blonde
Linda shouted as she pointed and laughed. I think all my classmates laughed and
giggled as they saw me naked, but I couldn’t look at them to see. I just stared
straight up at the birds and squirrels in the trees above me, crying, sucking
on my baby bottle, trying to pretend I was somewhere else, as I lay there naked
on my dirty wet diaper with my legs spread apart and everyone laughing.
"John. you
DOOOO have a little pee-pee like a baby. Gosh, it must be awful to have all the
girls looking at your little pee-pee!" Cathy added laughing
uncontrollably.
Trying to defend
me, or at least make me feel better Naomi said, "Well, John’s pee-pee
might be really little, but I think he has a cute one. And besides, he's my
boyfriend. See, here’s the ring he gave me," Naomi said as she held her
hand up showing the other kids her shiny plastic ring.
"Your
boyfriend? But you're so pretty. Why would you want a boyfriend who messes his
pants and has to wear diapers like a big baby?" Linda said laughingly.
"Because
he's sweet and he's so handsome and I liked him since we were little
kids," Naomi responded, looking me in the face and placing her other hand
on the side of my face.
Juanita laughed
and said. "You liked John since you were little kids? Boy, that's been a
long time, hasn’t it, Naomi?"
Ms. Grady laughed
too, at the remark, saying, "Naomi. I think you are one of the sweetest
girls I’ve ever met."
Juanita finished
dapping the moisture from my genital area and told me to raise my feet. Having
been through this routine numerous times, I raised my legs and crossed my
ankles the way Juanita liked. She then put one of her hands on my lower heel
and pushed my knees toward me, making my butt come up high off of the dirty
diaper. Then she took the wet front portion of the diaper and starting at my
balls, wiped straight down my butt crack with it, trying to get most of the
mess in one hard motion down my dirty butt.
"OOOOWWWWWW
Mrs. Roberts! It hurts really badddd!" I fussed loudly, jerking away from
her wiping motion quickly and removing the bottle from my mouth.
"Well John.
I suppose it does; you're getting a really bad diaper rash. But I've got to
clean you up before I can put a clean diaper on you," Juanita replied, as
she continued to try to clean my butt.
"What a
shame, John. You are a sweet, handsome, and smart boy— but messing your pants,
wearing diapers, and laying there and having your dirty bottom cleaned like a
baby at your age— you really should be ashamed of yourself. And I'm sure your
mother is ashamed of you, too!" My third grade teacher said as she watched
Juanita wipe my dirty butt.
"OOOOOWWWWWWWW!
It hurts really, really, bad, Mrs. Roberts!" I whined again as she slowly
and gently tried to clean my dirty butt.
"Yes, John,
I know it hurts. I'm trying to be careful. I think when we get home I'll let
you lay on an open diaper for awhile and get some air and see if we can’t get
your diaper rash to dry out a little," Juanita said.
After Juanita had
me all cleaned up she rubbed baby oil all over my butt while I still had my
butt in the air, then told me to put my feet down where my feet were flat on
the blanket but my knees were still up and spread apart. She then applied the
lotion to my groin area and genitals. Then, curling her index finger around my
shrunken little pee-pee and her thumb on the other side of it, she stretched my
pee-pee upward, oiling the one-and-a-quarter-inch length of it and then like a
snail disappearing back into its shell. It would shrink back up again. She did
that several times. The girls laughed at the way it kept shrinking back up
again, teasing me about having a pee-pee like a little baby. Then Juanita asked
the girls who wanted to put the baby powder on me. Naomi and Linda both raised
up on their knees, quickly reaching for the bottle of baby powder at the same
time and fighting over who was going to get to put the baby powder on me.
"He's MYYYYY
boyfriend, and besides, you're not even nice to him!" Naomi said angrily
to Linda.
"Well, I
still want to put the baby powder on his little pee-pee!" Linda replied
looking as if she could fight with Naomi. Then Juanita settled the argument.
"Naomi. You
are gonna get to see John for almost two more weeks. I'll let you do the baby
powder at home. How bout you let Linda do it this time, okay?"
Naomi sat back on
her feet, folded her arms on her chest and had that pouty lip look on her face
as she conceded to let Linda have the honors this time.
"Linda. Can
I do some, too?" Cathy asked.
"Well, you
can do his butt, but I wanna do his pee-pee!" Linda warned.
"Okay!"
Cathy agreed.
Then Juanita had
me raise my feet and cross my ankles again so Cathy could put the baby powder
on my butt. I just lay there and cried, sucking on the baby bottle as Cathy
powdered my butt.
"Gosh John,
your butt is really red, especially in the crack. I hope this helps your diaper
rash feel better.”
"Pour some
on the diaper, too," Juanita told Cathy. Then Cathy poured baby powder on
the clean diaper that Juanita had placed under me.
"Okay, John,
put your feet down now so Linda can powder you and get you ready for your clean
diaper," Juanita said. Then Cathy handed Linda the bottle of baby powder
as I put my feet back down on the blanket with my knees spread wide apart.
Linda raised up on her knees and took the baby powder in her right hand and
slowly sprinkled it around my groin area and on my little penis and balls,
looking over at my face to get my reaction as she powdered me with a huge smile
on her face. Then she covered her mouth quickly with her left hand as she burst
into laughter, spitting into her left hand as the spontaneous laughter burst
from her.
Then, wiping her
hand on her dress she explained, "I'm sorry. I couldn’t help it, but John,
you do have a little pee-pee like a
baby and with the baby powder all over it, it really does look like a baby’s pee-pee!" she said, barely able to
contain herself.
"Okay,
Linda, thank you. That's enough baby powder. Let’s get John’s diaper on so we
can get home.” Then Juanita pulled the thick, clean, diaper up over my
powdered, humiliated, little penis and balls. She tucked and rolled the diaper
around my thighs and then tugged it up snugly between my legs and began pinning
it on tightly so we could go home for lunch. Then she put my shoes and socks in
the diaper bag with everything else and dressed only in my thick, clean,
tightly-pinned-on diaper. We said bye to Ms. Grady and my classmates and went
to the car and headed for home.
Part 42
As we made the
sixty or so mile trip back to Juanita’s from the zoo, I reflected back on the
experience, or more accurately, couldn’t get it out of my mind. I knew all of
those kids through the first, second and third grade and played with some of
them during past summers. I was well-liked and very popular with both the boys
and the girls in that school. Now, they've all seen me walking around the zoo
looking like a big, stupid baby wearing nothing but a big, thick diaper, and
even watched me having my dirty, wet diaper changed by Juanita, seeing me
completely naked, diaper rash and all.
Fortunately, I
thought, I won’t be going to that school or living in that town anymore and I’m
sure that when they all get back home my old teacher and friends
At least at
Juanita’s house I felt a little more comfortable about having to wear diapers.
Between Rudy,
That's not to say
that I just walked around the house or in the yard in my diapers completely
comfortable with it. You never get
used to wearing a diaper in front of everyone when you're nine years old. It's
just that at Juanita’s house I was more like family and I was spared the rude
comments that I got from people outside of the family, but you're still aware
that everyone knows that you're nine years old and have to wear diapers because
you continually shit your pants like a baby.
My mom and
Juanita grew up together. They were so close that one could finish the other’s
sentences. So they were all like family to me and much of my childhood was
spent with Juanita and her kids. There were times we'd visit close to my
birthday and when we'd get there Juanita would have a birthday cake for me,
even though my mom already made one for me at home. So, Juanita and her
daughters were aware of my mother’s struggle to get me to stop messing my
pants, and for the most part accepted my mom’s decision to make me wear diapers
for a couple weeks to teach me a lesson.
I used to come to
Juanita’s house, knowing that she and her daughters always thought of me as a
handsome, sweet, polite boy. Now I felt that I was probably going to be
perceived and always remembered as the dumb kid who kept shitting his pants and
had to wear diapers like a baby for two weeks.
Part 43
When we got back
to Juanita’s house from the zoo Naomi was invited to stay and eat lunch with
us, the roast dinner Pam and Michele had worked on while we were away, and
Naomi accepted.
After we ate
Juanita asked me if I needed to pee or anything and I said no, then Juanita led
me to the changing quilt and had me lay down where she unpinned my still clean,
dry, diaper and pulled it open and pressed it flat on the floor. Then she told
me to sit up and then lay on my tummy on my open diaper so my rash could get
some air. She then got an oscillating fan and placed it behind me in the fixed
position and told me to lay with my legs apart so that the oscillating fan and
ceiling fan could dry my skin. While my whole pubic area and butt were covered
with the painful bumpy itchy rash, the skin between my butt cheeks was the
worst. It felt like my skin was raw and my cheeks rubbing together as I walked
was very painful.
When Juanita
first pulled my diaper back, though, and had me sit up, I couldn’t help notice
Naomi, Lisa, Angie and Cindy starring at my little penis and balls and giggling
as I sat up and turned over on my tummy. I don’t know what it is about a boy
having his diaper changed or removed that every girl’s eyes goes straight to the
penis; and no matter how many times or how often you experience it, it never
gets any easier. When you're nine years old and being kept by an adult who has
the power to put a diaper on you, change you, strip you, bathe you, spank you
at
Juanita sat the
oscillating fan between my legs on the floor to blow on my butt as I lay on my
tummy on my open diaper. Then she went and got some board games for us to play
saying I needed to lay there like that awhile and get some air.
After setting the
games on the floor in front of me and the girls, Juanita pulled one of my legs,
spreading my legs farther apart to separate my butt cheeks a little more.
"This isn’t
really gonna work too well!" Juanita remarked.
Then she went to
the hall closet and got a thick feather pillow and came back and had me get up
on my knees, then Juanita lifted the front of my diaper from the floor and slid
the thick pillow under it and lay the diaper neatly over the pillow. Then
Juanita had me lay back down on my tummy again over the diaper which was over
the thick pillow which kept my butt and hips elevated in the air. Now the fan
was blowing directly on my butt crack and felt very cooling and soothing.
Juanita then pulled my legs apart some more again and said to stay like that
awhile so my skin would get some fresh air.
It felt strange
and must have looked pretty strange too for me to be laying there with my naked
rash covered butt elevated and a fan between my legs as the girls and I played
Chinese checkers and other games.
As one girl and
then another would get up to go to the bathroom while we played the board
games. I thought. They don’t know how lucky they are to be able to go to the
restroom and close the door and have privacy while they do whatever it is they
have to do. I couldn’t believe the mess I got myself into, having to wear
diapers and be changed like a baby in front of everyone for two weeks, just
because I wouldn’t go to the bathroom
when I had to, or until I had a thick, pasty smear in my underwear.
About an hour or
an hour and a half into the games, I did have to pee pretty bad and caught
Juanita as she walked through the room.
"Mrs.
Roberts. I need to pee real bad!" I said in an embarrassed whisper.
Juanita put her
hands on her hips and looked at me for a moment and then went to the kitchen.
She returned with the hand towel that had been used to dry the dishes with. She
bent down behind me and moved the oscillating fan back a bit and then put her
hands on my hips and pulled upward slightly saying.
"Get up here
for a minute, John, honey. You need to air out a little longer so we can get
that nasty old diaper rash to dry out. I’m not going to put your diaper back on
you just yet," Juanita said in a sweet voice as she helped me up onto my
hands and knees and then just onto my knees. I covered my privates with one
hand as I realized Juanita wanted me to kneel there naked in front of the girls
for some reason. I didn’t know what she had planned.
"John, you
get your hand off of there unless you want a spanking. Do you hear me?"
Juanita said in a firm voice but still in a good mood.
“Now you've got
your hand all nasty, don’t you do that again!" she added as she folded some
cleaning rags into the dish towel she brought from the kitchen. The girls just
sat there and starred at me as I knelt there naked in front of them, waiting to
see what Juanita was going to do.
Michele who was
watching TV, still angry with me and paying attention to what was going on
said, "John. everyone's already seen your little pee-pee a hundred times
and I think everyone's tired of it already!"
Totally
embarrassed at having to kneel there naked in front of the girls and not
knowing what to say I responded to Michele, "Well, I saw your crack when
your mom spanked you. And you don’t even have
a pee-pee!"
Michele burst
into laughter. but over did it a little as some of her laughter was obviously
fake due to her own embarrassment. Then Michele responded.
"Well, girls
aren’t supposed to have a pee-pee you
dummy, but boys are, and you have a little pee-pee like a little baby
boy!" Michele said
"Okay John.
Michele— both of you— that's enough!" Juanita warned. Then Juanita took
the towel and cupped it and her hand over my penis and balls as I knelt there.
"Okay,
honey, go ahead and pee for me," Juanita said as she cupped my privates
with the damp towel.
"I can’t pee
like this Mrs. Roberts. Can I go to the bathroom?" I asked.
"It's no
different than wetting in your diaper. Now, I need you to pee for me because I
have a hundred things to do and I can’t stand here all day," Juanita
insisted.
Then Juanita had
Michele get a damp rag and some alcohol and wipe my hand that I touched my rash
with as I tried to cover myself a few minutes earlier.
"Mrs.
Roberts please, let me go to the bathroom and pee!" I begged again.
"John, you
have a whole week before you can go near the bathroom again. you know that! Now
I could just put a diaper back on you but I’m trying to give that rash a chance
to dry up so it doesn’t hurt so bad. now you go ahead and pee for me like I
told you to or you're going to get a spanking!" Juanita warned.
I had a hard time
getting the pee started, but when Michele began washing my hand with the wet
rag I couldn’t hold it anymore and peed into the towel Juanita was cupping over
my penis and balls. Juanita could feel the pee pouring into her hand and said,
"There now, see. that wasn’t so hard, was it?" Juanita remarked as I
continued peeing into her hand. When Juanita felt the flow stop for a few
seconds she moved the towel from my privates and several drops were still
falling from my pee-pee to the open diaper below me.
Naomi and all the
other girls laughed and giggled as they saw the pee leaking from my penis and
falling to my diaper below. Juanita quickly covered me back up again with the
towel saying, "I’m sorry, baby. I thought you were through!" laughing
as she put the soaked towel back over my privates.
Michele, wanting
to get another shot at me, said sarcastically, "Good grief, John. You
deserve to wear diapers. You're just like a big baby!" she said still
cleaning my hand.
After I was
through peeing into the towel, Juanita took the alcohol soaked rag that Michele
was using and said, "John, this is going to burn a little but it
"OOOOWWWWWWWWW!
Mrs. Roberts! That burns!" I cried as the alcohol came into contact with
the rash around my crotch area.
"I know it
does, honey. but it
After cleaning me
up, Juanita had me lay back down over my open diaper and pillow where I and the
girls continued playing the board games. Juanita then moved the fan back up
between my spread legs so it could blow on my elevated butt and dry out the
rash between my butt cheeks. Then Juanita went and sat on the couch and began
folding the mountain of washed and dried diapers that were piled on one end of
the couch.
Part 44
Naomi began
giggling as I lay back down across my open diaper and we resumed playing our
game.
"Why are you
laughing Naomi?" I asked.
"I'm not
laughing at you John.I just never saw a boy pee before.it looked funny seeing
pee come out your thing. Naomi said with the fingers of one hand over her huge
smile.
"Well, I
don’t think I feel like playing anymore!" I responded, angry that Naomi
would laugh at me, and I pushed the Chinese checker board away from me and
toward the girls.
"Come on,
John. Please don’t be mad at me, I didn’t mean it. I just never saw anything
like that before, "Naomi said, gently touching my outstretched arm with
her hand looking sorry and concerned. I believed her, Naomi never spent any
time around Juanita’s house before my two-week sentence in diapers. Although she
and Juanita’s daughters liked each other very much, Naomi was usually out
playing army or baseball or something with the boys. It was only now that she
and Juanita’s younger girls were becoming close and she could experience things
that other girls pretty much took for
Juanita, sitting
on the couch folding the large pile of clean cotton flannel diapers, came to
Naomi’s defense.
"John, you
stop pouting like a baby, and be nice and play with Naomi and the girls. You
wouldn’t be in this mess if you'd stopped messing your pants like your mom told
you to. It's all your fault that you have to wear diapers and that you now have
a diaper rash. You could be out playing with your friends instead of hanging
around here in diapers like a big baby!"
Not saying
anything in response to Juanita’s scolding, I reluctantly pulled the Chinese checker
board back toward me. I knew better than to provoke Juanita’s anger and make
things worse than they might already appear. We played Chinese checkers for
awhile and then something else, I don’t remember, maybe Chutes and Ladders or
something. The cool breeze of the fan felt good on my raw butt, or butt crack
mostly, as it felt as though it had a fever.
I heard someone
coming down the noisy, creaky, staircase. It was Juanita’s oldest daughter,
sixteen-year-old Pam. You couldn’t sneak down that staircase. I think that's
why Juanita had no fear breastfeeding me at night after her girls went to bed.
But anyway, Pam entered the room and seeing me lying there with my butt
elevated on the thick pillow and open diaper with the little fan blowing
between my legs walked up to me and bent over and looked at my butt. Even
though my legs were spread apart my butt cheeks were still somewhat touching
each other, so Pam put her hand on one cheek and separated my cheeks to get a
better look at the rash between them.
"It's gonna
take awhile for that to go away. that's a bad diaper rash!" Pam said.
"Yeah, I'm
not going to make John wear the dirty wet diapers so long anymore until it gets
better," Juanita responded.
"John,
whenever you're through wetting or pottying your diaper, you come tell me and
I’ll get you changed right away, okay?" Juanita asked.
"Okay,"
I sheepishly responded.
Then Juanita
asked Pam, "Pam honey, would you do me a favor so I can get these diapers
folded?"
"Sure mom,
what do you need?" Pam answered.
"Honey, it's
getting a little late. John's going to be needing a diaper before too long. I
put his diaper rash cream in the freezer a little while ago. Would you mind
putting some on his bottom and then putting a diaper on him for me,
please?" Juanita asked.
"No mom, I
don’t mind at all!" Pam responded.
Then Pam went to
the kitchen and got the diaper rash cream and returned and kneeled to the left
side of me. She separated my butt cheeks and squeezed the cold lotion from the
underside of my nut sack all the way up my butt crack to the top. It was so
cold it was a shock as she first started squeezing it from the tube and filling
my butt crack with it, but it felt so good and relieved the hot burning
sensation I had been feeling for so long.
Then, with her
right hand she began rubbing the thick, cold cream into my skin, her hand going
from my balls to the top of my butt crack, over and over. She started out
rubbing gently but then was rubbing hard enough I felt myself being kind of
scooted across my diaper and back. As her middle finger passed over my asshole
each time it passed, my penis became very hard but kind of dug into my diaper
feeling restricted a little, so I raised up just enough to let my hard little
pee-pee lay across my diaper unrestricted. Now, as Pam rubbed the ointment up
and down my butt I was being pushed back and forth across my diaper a little,
as if I were humping my diaper over the thick pillow. But it was Pam’s hand
doing the back-and-forth motion as she rubbed the cream up and down my ass.
Whenever her finger passed over my asshole or touched the back of my scrotum I
got harder and harder. I know this is when diapers became sexualized for me,
even though I didn’t know it then or understand what was happening. But feeling
my hard pee-pee rubbing across the soft fabric was intoxicating.
"John, it's
your turn!" nine-year-old Angie said in frustration, as Naomi, Cindy and
Lisa waited for me to make a move. I almost forgot we were playing a game, I
think my eyes even closed for a bit as I was experiencing this new sensation.
Then Pam shot
another line of the cold lotion down my butt crack and began to rub it in as
well. Now she was covering my lower butt cheeks outside of the crack and then
returning to the crack and my asshole again with her probing finger.
"Is your
bottom feeling better now, John?" Pam asked in a sweet voice, with her
gooey hand still moving up and down between my thighs.
"Yessss!"
I answered. Feeling like my pee-pee was going to burst, though I don’t think I
ever actually had an ejaculation until maybe seventh or eighth grade.
Then Pam stopped
and wiped her hand on a rag while I lay there face-down on my open diaper with
my pee-pee throbbing under me.
"Well John,
I guess I better put a diaper on you now. Come on and get up so I can get that
pillow out of the way," Pam said while wiping the cream from her hand.
I raised myself
up just enough on my hands and knees so Pam could remove the pillow from under
my diaper. Then she made me scoot back a little so she could flatten the diaper
out on the changing quilt beneath me. I tried to conceal my erection between my
thighs and under my belly as much as possible. Then Pam patted the center of
the diaper where she wanted me to sit saying, "Come on, John, you know I can’t
put a diaper on you while you're crouched over there like that. Come on, sit
down here!" she said sweetly and smiling.
I carefully made
my way onto the diaper and sat down on it, keeping my thighs together and
pulled up close to my body, trying to conceal my erection. As I sat on the
diaper I could feel the thickly applied diaper cream on my butt ooze toward the
underside of my balls and back up my butt crack behind me.
"John, I
can’t put a diaper on you like this. Now you spread your legs and get your feet
off of your diaper and lay back so I can put a diaper on you," Pam said in
a playful mood.
"Come on
now, John. Let’s get it over with so you and the girls can play!" Pam
said, pulling my thighs apart as she smiled at me.
I finally
surrendered and spread my thighs apart as I sat completely naked on the thick
diaper in front of Naomi and Juanita and her daughters. Knowing there was
nothing I could do anyway, I wasn’t going to win.
When I spread my
legs exposing my rock hard little erection Naomi’s jaw just dropped and her
eyes were wide open. She just stared at it for a moment not knowing what to say
at first. Then she just blurted out, "John, look at your pee-pee, it's
bigger!" Juanita and all the girls just laughed.
"Ohhhhh
Naomi, What am I gonna do with you, honey!" Juanita said, laughing her ass
off.
Now Naomi thought
Juanita and everyone was laughing at her
and became embarrassed and looked as if she might cry, so Juanita explained to
her that little boys’ penises become erect for different reasons and become
larger and harder.
"Come on,
John. Lie down now so I can put a diaper on you," Pam said, still
laughing, but trying not to.
I leaned back on
my hands and slowly began lying down as Pam asked. My little erection was
pointing straight up and bobbing around until I got settled on my back. After
laying down my little pee-pee was standing at an angle over my lower belly
throbbing and twitching like it had a mind of its own.
"John, that
little thing was standing up the last time I put a diaper on you. I'm beginning
to think you like me putting a diaper on you," Pam said in sweet playful
tone. I was about to respond to her saying that I don’t like wearing diapers
when Juanita threw her two cents in first, although she was being sweet, too.
"John, is that
true. Do you like it better when Pam puts a diaper on you?"
"I DONT LIKE WEARING DIAPERS! I’M TOO BIG FOR A
DIAPER!" I shouted.
Juanita asked
Lisa to get her a pacifier for the baby. Then Juanita said to me, "John,
the next time you talk to me in that tone of voice, I’m gonna wash your mouth
out with soap and spank you until you can’t sit down. Now you suck on that
pacifier and don’t you say another word until I tell you to. Do you understand
me?" Then Lisa handed Juanita the pacifier and Juanita stuck it in my
mouth.
"Suck on it,
John. I didn’t say hold it in your mouth. I want you to suck on it until I tell
you that you can stop," Juanita demanded.
So I had to lay
there doing the suck-suck-suck thing constantly on the pacifier with tears
welling up in my eyes while Pam prepared to put a diaper on me in front of
Naomi and the other girls.
"Now, John,
your mother said you're gonna wear diapers until she gets back and there's
nothing we can do about it. We CAN try to make the best of it and try to have a
little fun— or you can make yourself miserable and make things worse than they
have to be. But you're not gonna disrespect me or anyone else while you're
staying here. And I hope you learn some things while you're here, or you might
be wearing diapers home after your mother gets back,” Juanita warned.
"I know what
we can do, John. Let’s show Naomi our little game we played last time I put a
diaper on you.”
Then Pam put the
diaper up over my still semi-erect pee-pee and tried to play peek-a-boo like last
time, but I wasn’t in the mood for laughing.
"Come on,
John. You know you want to laugh. You stop pouting like a baby!" Pam said,
talking sweetly, trying so hard to turn my mood around.
Pam tried a few
more times with the diaper and the silly voices playing peek-a-boo with my
pee-pee, but finally gave up.
"It's okay,
John, well try it some other time if you want. I just wanted to make you laugh
like last time.”
Then Pam leaned
forward and gave me a hug a kiss on the cheek saying, "Well, I guess if you
don’t wanna play. We better get your diaper on now.”
Then Naomi leaned
forward and kissed me on the cheek, too.
"Awwww
Naomi, that was sweet," Pam said
"He's my
boyfriend. See my ring?" Naomi responded, holding her hand up to show Pam
her ring.
"Your
boyfriend? Aren’t you a little young to have a boyfriend, Naomi?” Pam asked
with a big smile.
"Yeah, but I
just wanted to get him before someone else did!" Naomi innocently
responded with a sweet smile.
Juanita and the
girls were all "awwwing and cooing"— I guess you could say— over
Naomi’s sweet remark.
Naomi watched Pam
apply the diaper rash cream all over my groin area and studied Pam’s face as
she was doing it and asked, "You like putting diapers on John, don’t
you?"
"Well, I’m
sorry for John that his mother is making him wear diapers. but yes, John is one
of the sweetest and most handsome boys I ever put a diaper on, and I don’t mind
it at all. I just wish I could get him to smile more," Pam answered
sweetly as she pulled at my little pee-pee covering it with the diaper cream.
Now I felt bad
about the pouting and wished I had been nicer when Pam wanted to play. I mean,
I’m gonna have to wear a diaper anyway, whether I cry about it or not. Now I
can see that Pam is a real friend.
When Pam picked up
the baby powder, Naomi reached out her hand and asked Pam if she could do it.
"Your mom
told me I could do the baby powder next time John had his diaper changed,"
Naomi said excitedly.
Pam looked at
Juanita and Juanita simply said, "It's okay with me. Let her do it if she
wants to.”
Then, Naomi
raised up on her knees and took the baby powder from Pam and said, "Okay,
John, spread your legs some more so I can put the baby powder on you!"
So I spread my
legs as she asked but she hesitated and asked Pam, "Aren’t I supposed to
do his bottom first, Pam?"
"Well Naomi,
it looks like you've been paying attention," Pam answered.
"Okay, John,
we can play like I'm the mommy and you're my baby. So, put your feet up so I
can put baby powder on your bottom.”
I raised my feet
like she asked me to.
"No, you
need to raise them higher and cross them too like Mrs. Roberts makes you
do," the little dictator ordered. So I raised them as high as I could and
crossed my ankles. Then Naomi poured a lot of baby powder on my butt, which was
already painted white with the diaper rash cream. Then she had me put my feet
down and covered my pee-pee, balls and entire pubic area with the baby powder
until the unmistakable cloud of the sweet-smelling baby powder filled the room.
"Can I put
the diaper on him, too?" Naomi asked.
"Naomi, you
may put the diaper over him, but I better do the diaper pins, okay?" Pam
insisted.
Then Naomi got up
and moved around by my feet. She had to pick the diaper up with both hands and
walk up toward me on her knees, pulling the diaper up between my thighs as she
got closer.
"John,
spread your legs a little more so I can pull your diaper up tight," Naomi
said.
"You did a
good job, Naomi— didn’t she, everybody?" Pam said trying to encourage more
feminine behavior from Naomi. Everyone clapped their hands and hollered for
Naomi, saying things like she
Part 45
Pam extended her
hands to me after getting my fresh diaper pinned on and helped me into a
sitting position. I felt like such a baby sitting there in the middle of the
floor in a thick soft diaper with a pacifier in my mouth and the aroma of baby
oil and baby powder filling the air.
Naomi had a huge
smile on her face as she looked at me and I’m sure she felt a sense of
accomplishment and pride with all the praise she was getting from Juanita and
the girls for helping Pam put a diaper on me.
"Naomi, I'll
bet mom would love to have you around here to help change diapers and help take
care of the kids this week if you want to." Pam said in an encouraging
tone as she patted Naomi on the back.
"I think you
would be a biggg help, Naomi...if
you'd wanted to do that!" Juanita added, also trying to get Naomi
interested in doing more girly things.
"Okay, I'll
help tomorrow!" Naomi answered, sounding excited about Juanita and the girls’
invitation.
Then Juanita,
still sitting at the end of the couch folding the mountain of clean diapers,
said to me, "John, would you come here for a minute, honey?"
So I got up and
walked over to her in my diaper and still sucking on the pacifier. Juanita
reached up and slowly took the pacifier from my mouth saying.
"John, I
know you didn’t mean to raise your voice at me a minute ago, now did you?"
I shook my head
no.
"Well what
do you have to say to me ?" Juanita asked.
"I'm sorry. "
I answered.
"Well,
that's better". Juanita responded still holding the pacifier up close to
my face.
Then Juanita set
the pacifier on the end table and said.
"Why don’t
you kids go play now. I have a million things to do before tomorrow."
Naomi then jumped
up and kinda skipping over toward me, she took my hand and said, "Let’s go
outside. I’m tired of being in the house!"
Juanita laughed
loudly, saying, "Naomi you're never going to change.”
Then Cindy (1), Angie
(9), and Lisa ( 6) all got up to go outside with me and Naomi.
Naomi began
tugging at my hand even before the other girls were on their feet and was
dragging me toward the kitchen which led to the back porch and outside. I was
having an awkward time trying to keep pace with Naomi in my freshly pinned on
diaper because being just pinned on it was still very thick between the thighs,
or not broken in yet, so to speak.
As we quickly got
on the porch and Naomi opened the screen door and proceeded to drag me out into
the yard. I kinda dug my heels in and stopped. I didn’t want to just run out of
the house and into the yard in my diaper without first seeing who was about. When
I stopped, though, the other girls behind me crashed into me and I bumped into
Naomi and we were all crowded there together at the screen door. All the girls
started laughing and giggling about the way we all bumped together. Imagine
standing there wearing nothing but a diaper with a bunch of cute girls
surrounding you laughing and giggling, but in a friendly, accepting way. It's
almost like, “okay, you messed your pants a bunch of times. Now you have to
were diapers for awhile, but we still like you a lot.” They were all my friends,
almost family. Except for Michele, being angry with me because she got grounded
for two weeks. Juanita’s daughters’ laughs and giggles were never malicious or
rooted in contempt for me. They were just innocent, unavoidable, involuntary
responses to situations that they found humorous. no harm intended.
Naomi, knowing
why I stopped in my tracks before going out the door, said. "John, everyone's
already seen you in a diaper!"
"I don’t
care. I still don’t want anyone to see me like this," I responded, looking
around outside to see if anyone was there.
Even though all
of Patricia’s family next door already knew about me wearing diapers it didn’t
make it any easier to be seen like that. But mostly I was still concerned about
the guys who lived much farther down the street that Naomi and I usually play
army and baseball and stuff like that with. One or more of them could show up
at any time. Whenever we'd play army we could cover the whole neighborhood and
the wooded area nearby. We'd often run and hide in other people’s yards, climb their
trees, eat their apples and other things. People didn’t seem to mind back then
about kids going through their property as long as you didn’t break anything, I
suppose. I don’t remember ever being run out of someone’s yard. So I did worry
about the guys showing up and seeing me out in the yard running around in a
diaper, looking like a big baby.
After pausing on
the back porch for a moment, Naomi opened the screen door again and pulled at
my hand saying., "Come on, John, there's no one around." So slowly, I
followed Naomi out the door , down the steps and into the yard with Juanita’s
younger girls behind me.
We played in the
yard for some time, I don’t know how long, games like “One-two-three—Red Light!”
and other stuff. Things kids played back then. When Pam came out of the house
with the large diaper bag and put it in the car. Juanita came out soon after
and said there was some sort of family emergency and that she had called Naomi’s
mom on the phone and made arrangements for me to go over there and stay until
they got back— maybe a couple hours.
"John, Naomi,
come on and get in the car," Juanita ordered, looking concerned.
"You girls
go in the house, change your clothes and find some shoes. Pam is getting your
clothes out. We got to go to the hospital. I'll be right back,” Juanita added
as she rushed us into the front seat and closed the door behind us. Even though
Naomi only lived a couple houses down Juanita rushed us there in the car, pulled
into the driveway, walked us to the front door and left me, Naomi and the
diaper bag with Naomi’s mom. Then she ran back to the car backed out of the
driveway and sped back to the house.
When we went into
the house there was a very attractive woman sitting on the couch I didn’t know,
Naomi’s mom’s best friend Barbara. Naomi’s mom took the diaper bag and sat it
aside and said to Naomi, "Honey, the girls are outside. Why don’t you go
on out and play and we'll be out in a minute.” Naomi was excited about her
friends (Barbara’s girls) being out back, trotted toward the kitchen and out
the back door saying. "I’ll wait for you outside, John!” as she went.
Then Naomi’s mom
took my hand and led me to the couch where she sat down with Barbara and both
of them just sat there and looked at me for a moment as I stood there wearing
nothing but a diaper before them. Then Naomi’s mom put her hand gently on my
face and looked into my eyes with an almost indescribable, sorrowful, and
concerned look and said in a very motherly, compassionate, empathic tone.
"John, honey,
are you okay?"
I could feel the
tears welling up in my eyes instantly, then suddenly I just broke down and
started bawling. Naomi’s mom pulled me toward her between her thighs and
tightly up against her body as she sat on the couch. She hugged me so tightly
and I put my arms around her as I cried uncontrollably.
"Ohhh, John.
You know I've always thought so much of you. You’ve always been such a sweet,
polite boy,” she said as we embraced.
"It'll be okay,
honey," she added, holding the back of my head with one hand and patting
my back with the other. I think this was the first time I actually cried, just
feeling sorry for myself and not out of anger or humiliation.
As I cried in her
arms I heard the screen door slam and Naomi and her friends came running from
the kitchen. toward me and the two women.
"MOMMMMMMM!!!" Naomi began to
say.
"You girls
go back outside; we'll be out in a minute!" Naomi’s mom said wanting to
give me time to get over the crying. Naomi and the girls quietly turned and
walked back the way they came and went back outside.
"Well honey,
I know how hard this must be for you having to wear those diapers, but no one
here is going to laugh at you, John, and when this is all over, we're all just
going to forget it ever happened and never talk about it again, okay?"
Naomi’s mother said to me, talking sweetly, trying to give me some consolation as she held me.
Finally, as the
crying subsided for the most part we broke our embrace. But still standing between
her thighs with those after-cry sniffles that make your whole upper body jerk
with each one, and the tears covering and burning my face like acid, Naomi’s
mom took some tissues and wiped my face and had me blow my nose into them. Ashamed
and embarrassed about standing there in a diaper and bawling like a baby. I didn’t
want to look at Barbara, but I could see without looking at her that she was
wiping her eyes with a tissue as well and then she blew her nose, too.
Then Naomi’s mom
began adjusting my diaper with both of her hands, gently pulling up at the
corners and the back waist area saying, "You know, honey, two weeks
Then Naomi’s mom
stood up and took my hand saying, "Come on, honey, I think we'll all feel
better if we get out of here and get some fresh air and sunshine. " I
could hear Naomi and her friends laughing and having fun outside as her mom
slowly led me through the house toward the back door, with Barbara following
close behind.
As we stepped
into the yard Naomi and her girlfriends came running up to meet me. They were
very cute just like their mom, and very nice-looking, but I know they were
prepared for my arrival, like (be nice to the 9-year-old boy in the diaper)
maybe not. But they were very nice, even though they couldn’t seem to keep their
eyes off the diaper. They were constantly looking at it even as they spoke to
me.
We we're playing
for quite some time when I began to get the urge to have to sit on the pot. I
looked over toward Juanita’s house to see if her car was in the driveway, so
hopefully I wouldn’t mess my diaper at Naomi’s house but it wasn’t there. Those
old houses had long driveways with the garage separate from the house and far
to the back of the property, with a long driveway running from the street all
the way to the back of the yard.
After awhile and
still not seeing any sign of Juanita’s car over there, I felt like I wasn’t
going to make it any longer, so I thought maybe if I tell Naomi’s mom I need to
sit on the pot. I could pull my diaper down, go to the bathroom on the pot and
then pull it back up when I’m through. Naomi’s mom was sitting at a patio table
under a huge umbrella visiting with Barbara. I went and whispered in her ear
and asked her if I could do that.
"John, you
know I can’t go against what your mother and Juanita decided. I'd love to do
that, but you know I can’t," she responded sadly in a loud whisper and a
sympathetic look.
I turned and
walked away, slowly feeling both disappointed and scared to death. I looked
again toward Juanita’s house, but still no car. The urges were getting much
stronger and I felt I wouldn’t be able to hold it much longer. As I looked for
something solid and out of everyone’s view to sit on in order to try to holds
it, Naomi’s mom said, "John, don’t be trying to hold it. You know Juanita doesn’t
want you doing that. "
She didn’t say it
loudly or intend to embarrass me, but Naomi and the girls were close enough to
hear it.
"John, do
you have to go poop in your diaper?" Naomi asked curiously.
Before I could
answer— not that I wanted to or was even going to— Barbara’s oldest girl, Carol
(10, I think) said, "He's supposed to poop in his diapers?"
"Yeah, his
mom is making him do it. He can’t go to the bathroom no more for almost two
weeks,” Naomi responded.
"EEEWWWWWW! That's
awful!" Carol said in disgust. Her 9-year-old sister Nita, just standing
there, looked at me silently.
Naomi’s mom said
she was going to make some lemonade and she and Barbara got up and went into
the house. I seriously needed to find a place to sit like right now, but had to
go so bad that I knew if I took a step it would come out for sure. I looked
toward Juanita’s house again, still no car. Then suddenly right there with all
the girls standing all around me, it started coming out. I tried to hold it as I
stood there, or at least hold most of it, hoping Juanita would show up at
anytime, but it wouldn’t stop. It was so solid and so long and wide. I just
went "UHHHHHHH!" as it came out,. tugging at my diaper pins as it
pushed at the inside of my diaper. I think the back of my diaper slid down at
least a half inch down my back.
Naomi and the
girls just stood there, silently watching. Carol and Nita, both with a look of
disbelief on their faces, their mouths and eyes wide open. My knees were
shaking, both from the relief I think as well as the total humiliation of the
whole thing. I felt like I could collapse right there. But then I ran toward
the back of the yard to hide from the staring girls. I could feel the huge load
swinging and bouncing and hitting my butt in my diaper as I ran.
"John, come
here!" Naomi cried out as she chased after me. The other girls followed
Naomi, running behind her as she chased me.
"John, don’t
run, it's okay!" they were all yelling.
I ran around
behind a tool shed at the back of the yard and hid between some stacks of old
tires behind the shed. The girls caught up with me and were telling me it was okay
and not to be embarrassed and that kind of stuff. I pleaded with them not to
tell their mothers about me having a dirty diaper and that I wanted to wait until
Juanita got back so I could go over there to be changed. They promised they wouldn’t
tell their mothers and tried to talk me into coming out of there, but I was too
ashamed.
"Kids, come
on, come and get some lemonade!" Naomi’s mom shouted from the patio.
"If you stay
back here they're gonna know something’s wrong," Carol explained.
Yeah, she was
right I thought, so I reluctantly decided to come out but keep my distance from
the women. Naomi said she'd bring me my lemonade so I didn’t have to go get it.
I had to pee really bad as you always do after going potty, so I just let out a
little at a time into my diaper so it would soak into the front instead of
flooding down between my legs, making the dirty diaper smell worse than it
already did. I saw a jump rope lying near by and told the girls id hold one end
while the girls took turns jumping. This worked out great, I thought. I can
just stand here and hold the rope in my dirty wet diaper until Juanita’s car
shows up. But after awhile Naomi’s mom hollered at me.
"John, would
you come here for a minute, honey"?
I felt a chill
run down my spine as she called me. I handed the rope off to Nita who was
standing there waiting for a turn and slowly walked toward Barbara and Naomi’s
mom. I guess she could see the soaking wet diaper sagging somewhat in front as I
was holding the rope.
"Honey, do
you need your diaper changed?" she asked as I stood several feet from her.
"No. " I
answered.
"Come here
let me see," she said, almost teasingly. I slowly approached her when she
grabbed my arm with one hand and felt the front of my diaper with the other.
"Baby,
you're soaking wet!" she said, almost talking baby-talk to me.
"SNIFFFF, smells like you had a boo-boo
in your diaper too, John; turn around here." Then she spun me around and
placed her hand on the butt of my diaper, kinda lifting it toward my butt.
"Yeah, I think
it's time to change your diaper. Juanita said you were getting a bad diaper
rash and not to let you wear a wet or dirty diaper very long.”
"Can you
please just wait until Mrs. Roberts gets home and let her do it?” I begged.
"John, don’t
be silly. That rash is just going to hurt that much more the longer you wear
that diaper. Now come on and let me get you changed. It's not going to be that
bad," she added, trying to make me comfortable with the idea that she was
going to change me.
She led me into the
house with Barbara following along and said she was going to change me on Naomi’s
bed. Barbara went into the bathroom as we passed it and closed the door.
Naomi’s mom walked me into Naomi’s room and told me to stand right there and
she'd be right back. She left for a second and returned with the diaper bag and
set it next to the bed. As she took what looked like a large thick crib blanket
from the diaper bag and spread it on the bed, Naomi and Nita and Carol came to
the bedroom door but Naomi’s mom stopped them and said., "Why don’t you
girls go back out and play. We'll be back out there in a few minutes."
Looking disappointed, the girls turned and left the room.
"Okay honey,
climb up here and lay down for me on this blanket. Naomi’s mom said, taking my arm
and assisting me as I climbed up onto the bed on my hands and knees. I guess it
was a crib blanket. It was about four or five feet long and maybe three or four
feet long. I climbed up onto it and turned around into an almost sitting
position but leaning back on my hands with my knees up. I could feel the solid
mass in my diaper being pushed forward toward my nutsack.
"Okay honey,
you're going to have to lay down for me, you know I can’t change your diaper
like this." So I lay down as she asked. I was shaking as if the room were
freezing, though it wasn’t.
"Why John,
you're shaking; look at you!" She said almost in a baby-talk tone once
again.
"Honey, you don’t
have to be nervous with me. There's no big hurry and everything's going to be okay,.
All right?" she said, leaning forward toward my face with a huge Naomi-like
smile. I could see where Naomi got her looks, just never noticed it before. She
was just an older Naomi.
Then, with her
fingers and starting at the top of my diaper on my tummy, she walked her
fingers up toward my chest saying, "If you don’t smile. I'm going to get
youuuu!"
"Come on
John. you better smileeee or I'm going to get youuu!" she said teasingly
in her baby-talk tone, her fingers now going up my neck and over my chin.
She was being
soooo sweet. I couldn’t help it, and I smiled.
"Now see, we're
not having such a bad time, are we?" she said as she leaned forward and
kissed me on the cheek.
Just then Barbara
came into the room and closed the door behind herself as she entered. She then
came and sat at the foot of the bed as Naomi’s mom began removing the diaper
pins.
Part 46
I wasn’t at all
excited or enthusiastic about Naomi’s mom changing my diaper, seeing me naked
and cleaning my dirty butt, even though she was being so sweet and motherly.
But when her friend Barbara came into the room and sat on the bed to watch. I
knew that was more than I can take.
"Can’t we
just wait until Mrs. Roberts (Juanita) gets back and let her do it at her
house?" I begged.
"John,
Juanita may be home in five minutes, or she may not be back for two more hours.
Now you don’t want to run around and play in a dirty wet diaper all afternoon,
now do you?" Naomi’s mom replied, as she continued removing the three
diaper pins on each side.
I just lay there
shaking once again as Naomi’s mom slowly removed one pin after another and
stuck each one in the bed next to me. Naomi’s bed was an older bed, much higher
than those made today. I was lying on the side closest to the door and close to
the edge, with my head on Naomi’s pillow. Naomi’s mom was sitting on the edge
of the bed as she removed the diaper pins between me and the door. I thought
well, if someone opens the door they can’t see anything with Naomi’s mom
sitting there.
"John,
you're shaking again, honey. You don’t have to be frightened or nervous about
me or Barbara changing your diaper!" she said sweetly as she removed the
last diaper pin and stuck it in the bed.
"There's no
hurry, honey. You just lay here a minute and try to calm down a little. Everything’s
going to be okay, no one's going to laugh at you,” she said as I lay there with my knees up and
spread apart somewhat and the unpinned wet dirty diaper still laying over my
lower tummy.
I looked around
Naomi’s room and thought how any boy would love such a room. Her baseball glove
and cap were hanging on the wall. There were pennants like the Chicago Cubs,
etc. Tonka trucks on shelves. The only indication that it was a girl’s room was
a few stuffed animals strewn about, no dolls whatsoever.
"John,
Barbara was telling out on the patio awhile ago about what a handsome boy you
are. Why don’t you show her what a beautiful smile you have?"
Naomi’s mom
suggested trying to get me in a better and more comfortable mood. But how could
I smile knowing these two women are going to strip me naked in a few minutes
and clean my dirty butt like a baby and then put another diaper on me?
"John, am I
going to have to get you again?" Naomi’s mom asked with her face down
close to mine with a big beautiful smile and walking her fingers up my tummy
again toward my chest.
"You better
smile or I'm going to get you, John," she said again, her fingers slowly
walking toward my chest. Barbara was smiling and laughing a little as Naomi’s
mom walked her fingers closer and closer to my face. When she finally reached
my mouth she pulled down on my lower lip gently, saying, “Okay, John. I'm going
to get you!" her face so close to mine I could feel her long beautiful
hair tickling my face and shoulders, Talking a kinda baby talk to me. I
couldn’t help it, I smiled again. She was just one of the sweetest people I had
ever known.
"There now.
You see, Barbara, is that a beautiful smile or what?" Naomi’s mom said
with a huge smile on her face, as she sat back up straight again beside me.
"That is a
beautiful smile, John, and I think you are one of the most handsome
nine-year-old boys I've ever known," Barbara replied as she stood up and
walked around to the other side of the bed and sat down.
"There, now
everything's going to be okay, John. Let's get you out of this nasty old diaper
before your rash gets any worse," Naomi’s mom said as she gently put her
hands on my inner thighs and spread them much farther apart.
Then she took the
wet front portion of the diaper into both her hands and slowly began to pull it
back away from my tummy and from between my thighs slowly exposing my genitals
and then my dirty butt.
"Ohhh, poor
little thing!" Barbara said as the diaper came back.
I saw Naomi’s mom
look at her with a half smile half smirk. Her eyebrows dropped as Barbara made
the statement. I wasn’t sure if the remark was about my rash, my soiled diaper,
or my scared, retracted, little baby-sized pee-pee.
Naomi’s mom
dabbed at the wetness around my genitals first with the drier front part of the
diaper, getting the moisture in the crease between my pubic fat and inner
thighs, too. Then she took the dry front corners of the diaper where the diaper
pins had been and cleaned my pee-pee and nut sack with them, pulling on my
shriveled penis, gently stretching it to get the wetness out of the wrinkles.
"Okay John,
raise your legs for me baby so I can clean your dirty bottom," She said as
she wadded some of the wet front of the diaper together to beginning wiping my
butt with it.
I raised my legs
and crossed my ankles as Juanita had me do so many times and Naomi’s mom took
the wet diaper and starting just under my nut sack pushed most of the mess down
my butt toward the pile that was already in my diaper.
"OOWWW! IT
HURTS!” I said, wincing as she made each pass down my dirty chapped butt. I
know it hurts, baby, but we got to get this stuff off. You do have a terrible
diaper rash, honey.” She would then find a cleaner portion of the wet diaper
and make another pass downward, trying to get more of it off my butt. After a
few passes she looked at my butt and said, "I think I’m going to need some
more rags." She went through the diaper bag and began taking everything
out and laying it on the bed-- the powder, the baby oil, diaper rash cream,
etc. While she was doing this and looking for rags I could hear the girls
whispering just outside the door.
"Well, I’m
going to need some more rags, John; don’t move. Stay just like you are,"
Naomi’s mom said as she stood up and headed toward the door that was only
probably five or six adult steps away. When she opened the door the girls
almost tripped over themselves as they tried to run, giggling as they fled down
the hallway.
"Naomi, I
thought you girls were told to go out and play," Naomi’s mom said in a
calm, motherly tone as she walked out of the room. Naomi’s mom was cool and
never lost her temper for anything. She wasn’t a strict mother, which is why I
guess she seemed to tolerate her daughter’s choice to act more like a boy than
a girl most the time.
I could hear
Naomi’s mom in the bathroom down the hall running water to dampen some rags.
Just then the girls came running into the bedroom, Barbara’s daughters first
and Naomi behind.
"Mom, we
want to color some pictures for you. Which ones do you want?" Carol and
Nita exclaimed as they came running in carrying coloring books. They came all
the way around the bed to the other side where their mother was sitting,
putting the coloring books up in her face to have her pick some pictures to be
colored. I was lying there with my legs raised and spread, my butt still
covered with potty, and still laying on my opened dirty diaper with the pile in
it clearly visible.
"I thought
you girls were told to go out and play!" Barbara responded, not looking
surprised that the girls came into the room.
"We're tired
of playing outside, mom. We want to color some pictures for you," Carol
responded.
"Really? I
think you girls just want to watch John have his diaper changed," their
mom replied, half-smiling. Carol, Nita and Naomi all stood there looking at me
laying there with my dirty butt waiting to be cleaned, my feet raised and my
legs spread apart like a baby. Not saying anything, but it was clear they
weren’t really interested in coloring books.
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Carol and Nita’s
mom took one of the coloring books and thumbed through it quickly to pick out a
picture. The two girls standing with their heads turned toward the coloring
book as their mom went through it actually had their eyes on me, looking at me
laying there like a baby having my diaper changed. Barbara picked out a picture
from the book and then took the other coloring book and began looking through
that one as the girls stood there and studied me. Naomi’s mom returned to the
room with some dampened rags and sat on the bed next to me once again.
"Naomi, what
are you girls doing in here?" she asked in a calm and unsurprised tone as
she entered the room.
"Carol and
Nita are going to color something for Mrs. Jenkins, mom."
"Ohhh, I
see!" Naomi’s mom answered.
The girls stood
there and watched as Naomi’s mom continued cleaning my butt with the damp
washcloths. I would wince and grimace and let out an "UHHH" every
time Naomi’s mom went over the sore areas, mostly down my butt crack and in the
crease between my pubic fat and my inner thighs.
I'm sorry, honey.
I'm being as careful as I can," Naomi’s mom said as she cleaned my butt in
front of the girls. Then Naomi, I guess, felt compelled to point out to the
girls that I had a bad rash.
"Did you see
Johns diaper rash? It's really bad!" Naomi said pointing at it with her
finger just inches from my scrotum. Carol and Nita leaned forward with their
hands on the bed to get a close look at me lying there totally naked with my
legs raised and spread, examining the diaper rash around my genitals and down
my butt.
After Naomi’s mom
had me cleaned up pretty good she folded the dirty wet diaper over and kinda
rolled it up under me toward my butt and removed it saying, "Stay right
there, honey, don’t move." Then she took a half-folded bath towel and
placed it under my raised butt as if it were a diaper.
"Okay, John,
you can put your feet down now." So I put my feet back on the bed but
still had my knees up and spread. She then began lathering up a washcloth with
a wet bar of soap saying, "Just wiping you up after a diaper change isn’t
going to make that rash go away. We need to wash that up with some soap."
Mrs. Jenkins
handed the second coloring book back to the girls and told them to run along
now.
"Ohhh mom,
can we stay? Carol and Nita begged.
"I don’t
think John wants you in here watching him have his diaper changed!" Mrs.
Jenkins replied, looking at me as if expecting a response from me. She was
right, I didn’t want them in there but I didn’t want to be the one to say it. I
had already learned not piss someone off while in a vulnerable position. I
thought if I upset them I might provoke them into being rude toward me.
"John, if
you don’t want the girls in here, you just say so," Mrs. Jenkins said. But
I was too scared to say anything. Then Carol and Nita hopped up onto the bed
and sat Indian-style and watched as Naomi’s Mom began soaping up my pee-pee and
nut sack and the rest of my front genital area with the wet, soapy rag. Naomi’s
mom then kinda wrapped the rag around her index finger while holding the rest
of it in her hand and with her finger scrubbed around my genitals pushing my
pee-pee from one side to the other as she lightly scrubbed, then around and
under my scrotum, pushing it from one side to the other as she cleaned around
it. The girls seemed fascinated at watching a nine-year-old boy being cleaned
like a baby and had a front row seat as I lay there helpless and naked. They
would look me in the face from time to time to see my reaction to the sponge
bath Naomi’s mom was giving me. Then Naomi’s mom stretched at my pee-pee with
the soapy wash cloth to ensure that the wrinkles along its short shaft were
clean. Each time she pulled at it, though, it would retract once again like a
snail into its shell until there was nothing but a shaftless little head above
my nutsack.
"Okay John,
raise your legs baby so I can wash your bottom," Naomi’s mom requested.
I raised my legs
and crossed my ankles as Juanita had taught me to do so Naomi’s mom could wash
my butt with the soapy rag. Looking at Naomi’s moms face, I could see that she
was so focused at what she was doing, being sure to get me totally clean and
going over the sore areas as gently as she could. She made eye contact with me
as I was looking at her and said with her beautiful smile.
"When I get
your diaper on you you're going to feel so fresh and clean you're going to wish
I changed your diapers all the time.” I got a chill down my spine as she said
that. I was embarrassed and I think excited at the same time. I had known her
and Naomi for years and was ashamed for them to see me having to wear diapers
and even worse, having to change me, but they made me feel like everything was
okay and even acted as though my having to wear diapers at nine years old was
totally acceptable. It was almost as if she were preparing to put a band-aid on
me instead of a diaper. The atmosphere was a sympathetic and loving one, not a
"you should be ashamed of yourself!" kind of thing.
After cleaning me
front and back with the soapy rag, Naomi’s mom took a couple wet rags and wiped
off all the soap from my genitals and butt, a couple times just wringing out a
wet rag over my penis and nut sack and letting the water run down between my
legs to the folded towel beneath me.
Once she had all
the soap off of me and dried me off she removed the towel that was under my
butt, rolled the dirty wet diaper and rags up in it and then put a thick clean
diaper under me.
"Now don’t
you feel fresh and clean, honey?" Naomi’s mom asked talking a kinda baby
talk again as she pulled the thick clean diaper up under my raised bottom. I
shook my head yes.
"John, are
you going to be okay with me putting a diaper on you? I don’t want you to be
angry with me. You know I’m just doing what I have to do, baby," she said,
looking concerned and sounding sympathetic.
Part 48
Naomi’s mom had
me put my feet back down and lay there on my fresh thick diaper with my knees
up and spread while she talked and patted me dry with a dry washcloth around my
groin area. I did feel much cleaner than I ever had from Juanita’s diaper
changes; she would just wipe me up and put another diaper on me.
Laying there
naked on my diaper under the ceiling fan, still somewhat damp from the sponge
bath was soothing and cooling to my rash as I lay there with my legs spread
apart.
"I think I'm
going to have to have a talk with your mother, honey, about making you wear
diapers. I mean, if she put a diaper on you and made you wear it in the house
all day. I can almost see that!"
As she talked I
reached down to scratch an itch at the base of my penis where I think some of
my diaper rash was being irritated by some soap residue. As soon as I started
scratching however, my penis was getting hard and beginning to stand up.
"Uh-oh,
looks like somebody woke up!" Naomi’s mom said teasingly as she watched it
grow while I scratched. Embarrassed to have the girls see me laying there with
my skinny little erection, I covered it with one hand while still scratching
with the other. It itched so badly and the scratching felt so good I couldn’t
stop.
"Baby,
you're going to have to let me put something on that. You're going to scratch
yourself raw," Naomi’s mom said as she rummaged through the diaper bag to
see what Juanita had sent. She couldn’t find anything to treat an itch but the
diaper rash cream, which was to prevent itching, but I already had itching, so
Naomi’s mom went to the bathroom down the hall to get something from the
medicine cabinet. I lay there naked on my diaper covering my erection and
scratching myself while the girls watched and smiled. Naomi’s mom returned and
sat beside me once again with some kind of anti itch stuff. I don’t know what
it was.
"Here we go,
John honey. This will stop the itching," she said as she waited for me to
move my hands.
"Honey, you
know I can’t help you with your hands in the way. Now, Carol and Nita’s Dad and
brother are going to be here in a little bit. Don’t you think we better get
your diaper on before they get here?” Naomi’s mom suggested in a baby-talk
tone. Then she gently placed her hands on my wrists and pulled my hands away
from covering myself saying, "Come on, John. Let’s get your diaper on. You
don’t want to be laying here like this when Carol and Nita’s Dad and brother
get here.”
So I moved my
hands as she asked me to do. My little erection was hard as a rock and my nut
sack drawn up and wrinkled like a prune. I turned my head to see Barbara and
her girls sitting there with their eyebrows raised and mouths slightly opened;
all eyes on my twitching, bobbing erect little pee-pee as Naomi’s mom prepared
to rub the anti-itch cream around it.
"This will
make you feel a lot better, honey, and make that old itch go away,"
Naomi’s mom said sweetly as she applied the ointment around my penis with her
finger. My erect little pee-pee just seemed to get harder and harder as it
wiggled from left to right and up and down as Naomi’s mom rubbed in the
ointment all around it.
"I know
Juanita’s going to give you a bath when she gets home, so I think we'll just
use the baby oil instead of the diaper rash cream," She said as she began
to oil my bottom and pubic area. Instead of having me raise my legs like
Juanita had always done to oil my butt. She just oiled her hand and then forced
it between my thighs and down my butt, running her fingers deeply into my butt
crack as she rubbed it up and down my butt.
With my pubic
area and butt all shiny and oily, Naomi’s mom wiped the excess oil from her
hands and told me to raise my legs and cross my ankles again. Then she put baby
powder all over my butt and some on the diaper under me. Then had me put my
feet down again and covered my erect pee-pee and nut sack and pubic area with
the baby powder as Naomi and Barbara and Barbara’s girls watched.
"There. I
think we got you all ready for your diaper. Now, don’t you feel nice and clean,
honey?" she asked sweetly as she sat the baby powder and other things
aside.
"Now this
wasn’t so bad, was it, John?" Naomi’s mom asked with her motherly smile
and voice. I shook my head no. as I looked down at my erection sticking up,
covered with baby oil and baby powder.
"Is my sweet
boy ready for his diaper?" she asked with her smiling face down close to
mine. I couldn’t help but smile back.
"John, is my
sweet little boy ready for his diaper?" she asked again with her sweet
motherly baby talk. Barbara and Naomi and the girls were giggling. It was just
such an accepting pleasant atmosphere in the room. I couldn’t help smiling and
shook my head yes. I think if I would have been old enough. I would have cum right
there.
"See there,
you want me to put your diaper on you, now don’t you, John?" she said
happily as she picked up the diaper and began to pull it up between my thighs
and over my rock hard pee-pee. As with Juanita, I lay there imagining what it
would be like to actually be Naomi’s mom’s baby as she was diapering me. I
think I craved the loving attention, though the whole diaper thing was
embarrassing most the time, being nine years old, I think I wanted and needed
someone to mother me. I think my mom being single so long and seeking men’s
attention and going out so much when I was younger maybe made me feel abandoned
and motherless. Maybe that’s partially why I messed my pants so much, at least
on a subconscious level. But with the intentional humiliation element
completely removed as I was being diapered at Naomi’s house. I discovered I
actually loved being mothered and diapered like a baby.
Part 49
I felt
lightheaded and everything around me seemed surreal as Naomi’s mom pulled the
thick soft diaper up between my thighs and over my lower tummy. I was beginning
to realize that being diapered was not only comforting to me but somehow
arousing, though not yet in a sexual way. But I think I actually wanted to be a
baby again but just wasn’t comfortable with other people witnessing it. I
wanted other people to perceive me as a big boy and as very much a boy, but
something inside me I think secretly wanted to be a baby again.
"Now don’t
you feel nice and clean now, honey?" Naomi’s mom asked as she tugged the
thick diaper snuggly between my legs.
"Yes,"
I answered also nodding my head.
"You know,
honey, it's too bad you aren’t staying with me until your mother gets back. I'd
have that diaper rash cured right away!" she added, sounding so motherly
as she tightly pulled the left corners together and began putting a diaper pin
in. I could feel my rock-hard powdered little pee-pee just throbbing in my
diaper as I lay there watching Naomi’s mom diaper me.
"BARBARAAA!
WE'RE HERE!" Carol and Nita’s dad hollered through the front screen door.
"COME ON IN
AND SIT DOWN, BOB. WE'LL BE OUT IN A MINUTE!" Naomi’s mom hollered back.
The next thing I
knew. Barbara’s husband Bob and her six-year-old son Bobby were standing at the
bedroom door, looking amazed and surprised to have walked in on a boy my age
laying there being diapered with all the females sitting around watching, I
guess not knowing what to say having walked in on such a spectacle. And trying
to be humorous, Bob asked, "What's a guy MY age got to do to be diapered
by two beautiful women?" Everyone laughed and giggled. Then Barbara
replied laughingly.
"Well, if
you don’t get out of here and go sit down we'll put a diaper on you!" Then
Bob, pretending to be running in slow motion, turned and went back to the living
room, taking his son with him. Everyone was laughing as Bob left except me.
While I was beginning to enjoy being diapered, I hated other people seeing it.
"John.
Where's that beautiful smile you had a minute ago?" Naomi’s mom asked with
a pouty lip and talking baby-talk. Then she leaned forward and shook her hair
in my face, tickling me with it as she continued pinning the diaper on me.
"I want to
see that beautiful smile, John!" she said a couple times as she tickled my
face with her hair. I couldn’t help but laugh and Barbara and the girls
laughed, too, as they watched Naomi’s mom shake her hair in my face.
I remember laying
there squeezing my thighs together, feeling the thick soft cloth diaper that
prevented me from bringing my legs together and my throbbing erection in my
diaper and wondering why I was beginning to find the whole diaper thing as an
arousing sensation.
After Naomi’s mom
had put in the last diaper pin she put her hand gently on my cheek, and with
her big beautiful Naomi like smile said, "John, I want you to know I
really appreciate you being such a sweet boy letting me change your diaper
without throwing a fit. I was so afraid you'd be angry with me and wouldn’t
want to be my friend anymore."
The truth is, I
loved her babying me and was kinda sorry it was over.
Then, as she
Naomi’s mom looked me up and down, admiring the job she'd done diapering me,
she placed her hand on the front of my thick diaper and looked me in the eyes
and said, "You know, honey. I know this a hard time for you, but I just
want you to know that you that you just look so darling in a diaper that if you
weren’t so big. I could just pick you up and squeeze you!"
"I always
thought he looked cute wearing a diaper, too," Naomi said sweetly as she
looked at me. Carol and Nita just looked at me and smiled, I guess not knowing
what to think about a nine-year-old boy wearing diapers.
"Well, I
guess you kids can go out and play now. Juanita should be here before too much
longer to pick you up, honey." I sat up and scooted across the bed in my
thick new diaper and no more than got on my feet when Naomi took my hand and
led me out of the bedroom. My penis was still throbbing in my diaper. It
quickly began to subside when we met Bob and Bobby in the living room.
Part 50
Naomi led me out of her room where we
were confronted by Carol and Nita’s dad and Barbara’s husband Bob, and little
Bobby (6). They still looked shocked and puzzled to see such a big boy in a
diaper.
"Whoa, Naomi. Who's your little
friend here in the diaper?" Bob asked as he saw Naomi leading me by the
hand.
"His name's John. He's my boyfriend,
“Naomi said proudly and with a smile.
"Oh, I see. And why is your
boyfriend wearing a diaper?" Bob asked, looking even more puzzled than
before.
Now Naomi’s mom and Barbara and the girls
were also in the room right behind us. Naomi’s mom stood behind me, put her
hands on my shoulders and said, "This is John. Juanita had to drop him off
here for awhile, but she should be here anytime to pick him up.”
Bob was a large, stocky, balding man with
an intimidating voice and presence. But then, I hadn’t been around to many men
anyway and felt frightened as I stood there in only a diaper as Bob inquired
about me.
"Why are you wearing a diaper. What
did you do, wet the bed or something?" he asked with a deep, loud, frightening
voice, looking directly at me.
"No," I answered sheepishly.
Then Naomi’s mom, standing behind me,
leaned over my shoulder, putting her face to mine, cheek to cheek. I could
smell her perfume and her hair tickled my face as she began pulling up on my
thick diaper in places, adjusting it as she talked to Bob.
"John's been having some accidents
so his mom is making him wear diapers for awhile," Naomi’s mom explained
to Bob as she adjusted my diaper, almost hugging me.
"He's been shitting his pants? You've
been shitting your pants?" Bob
asked in disbelief and looking disgusted.
"Honey, be nice!" Barbara
suggested in a begging tone.
"Well he deserves to wear diapers, I have no sympathy for a boy his age who
shits his pants!" Bob responded.
You should be ashamed of yourself, shitting
your pants at your age. Your mother
did the right thing, making you wear diapers. You're just a big baby!" Bob
said loudly, looking directly at me.
Then Naomi’s mom, still leaning over me
with her arms around me, patted me on my diapered bottom and whispered in my
ear, "Honey, you and Naomi go on outside."
"I've known John for a long time,
Bob. He's a sweet boy, you just don’t know him," Naomi’s mom said in my
defense.
"Well, there's no excuse for a boy
his age to be shitting his pants and he should be ashamed to have all these
girls seeing him running around in a diaper like a big baby!" I heard Bob
say as we got to the back porch.
He was right. I was ashamed again. A few
minutes ago as I lay studying Naomi’s mom’s face as she was putting a diaper on
me I began to imagine what it would be like to be her baby and have her smother
me in her mothering warmth. For the first time I was beginning to enjoy the
idea of surrendering myself to a woman to be stripped , powdered and diapered
like a baby, to be at her mercy and under her total control. But Bob slapped me
back to reality. I can never be Naomi’s mom’s baby. Here I am ,standing on Naomi’s
back porch wearing nothing but a diaper like a baby at nine years old, with all
these girls looking at me. They must think I look ridiculous and stupid! I feel
so ashamed as I stand there in my diaper and also confused about the new
feelings I had been experiencing— total ecstasy one moment about the whole
diaper thing and total shame the next. These are opposite sides of the same
coin. That will remain with me for the rest of my life, as you will see later.
Just as Naomi was about to drag me out
into the yard with Carol and Nita behind us, Juanita’s car came up the driveway.
"Mommmmmmmm! Mrs. Roberts is here!" Naomi yelled into the house.