Old Habits Die Hard

Part 51

Juanita got out of the car and came walking to Naomi’s back door.

"Hi, Naomi. Hi, girls," she said as she approached smiling.

"Hi, John. We better get going, honey, go get in the car; I'll be there in a minute." Just then Naomi’s mom appeared with the diaper bag and handed it to Juanita.

"Thank you for keeping John for me on such short notice, honey," Juanita said to Naomi’s mom as she received the diaper bag.

"No problem, Juanita, you can leave John with us any time you need to. He's welcome to stay with us anytime," Naomi’s mom happily replied looking at me with a huge smile as I stood there in my diaper.

"I see you've had to change his diaper already. He didn’t cause any problems for you did he?" Juanita asked.

"Nooooo. He was no trouble at all, he just lay there like an angel and let me change his diaper, didn’t he, girls?" Naomi’s mom replied as she put her hand on the back of my head. Naomi, Carol and Nita smiled and giggled and confirmed my good behavior to Juanita, nodding their heads and saying, "yes."

"Well, John we better go. I’ve got a lot to do before bedtime," Juanita said as she led me to the car.

"Bye, John! Naomi’s mom and the girls said as we walked toward the car.

"Any time you need me to keep John for you, Juanita, you just bring him over," Naomi’s mom reminded Juanita as we got in the car and left.

Later that evening after supper, baby Tommy was pulling at the front of his diaper and indicating that he wanted to sit on his potty seat. He didn’t talk too well as two- or two-and-a-half-year-olds do today, but Juanita knew what her son was saying and lay him down, unpinned and removed his diaper and then took him and sat him on the potty seat. Then she went to the bathroom and started the bathwater for the regular nightly routine of giving me and the younger kids their baths. As the bathwater was running she came to me and said, "Come on, honey. Let’s go ahead and get you in the tub while Tommy’s going potty." Then she had me lay down on the changing quilt and removed the diaper pins and removed my diaper and then had me get up and took me to the bathroom to get into the tub. She turned the water off and gave me some soap and a rag and showed me how to lather the rag up and told me to start washing my face and arms, etc.

A few minutes later I could hear Juanita in the other room with Tommy and checking his potty seat, talking baby talk to him. Then I heard everyone cheering and clapping for Tommy because he went in the potty seat and not in his diaper.

"I'm so proud of you, Tommy. We're going to have to get you some training pants pretty soon, just like a big boy!" I heard Juanita proudly tell her son.

"Before long you aren’t going to have to those old diapers anymore!" she added cheerfully.

Then Juanita and Tommy appeared at the bathroom door and came in. I couldn’t help notice Tommy’s larger giggling pee-pee as Juanita walked him right up to the bathtub, picked him up and put him in the water with me. As he stood there smiling, squatting somewhat, with his hands playing in the water before he sat down I looked at that thing between his legs and wondered. How could a baby have a fat little thing hanging down like that? Then I looked down in the water at mine. I never even have a visible shaft unless I’m erect, just a little head above my nut sack, mostly. I should have a pee-pee like his and he should have one like mine. When I look back down in the water at mine again the first thing that comes to mind is, "baby".

Juanita began bathing Tommy as I continued washing myself. She wanted to get him out as soon as possible because he was too small to go off and leave in the water if something came up. As she was finishing Tommy up she hollered at Lisa to come in and get ready for her bath.

"Pammm! Michele! Will one of you please come and get Tommy?" Juanita yelled as she stood up and picked Tommy up out of the water and stood him on a towel.

Michele came in to get Tommy for her mom, still angry with me for getting her grounded. She refused to even acknowledge my presence as she came into the bathroom.

"Michele, honey, will you get Tommy dried off and put a diaper on him for me, please, so I can get John and Lisa bathed and ready for bed?" Juanita asked sweetly, but seemingly in a hurry, as it was later than our usual bath time.

"Lisa, come onnnn!" Juanita yelled again. Finally, Lisa came into the bathroom. Juanita had Lisa raise her arms and then pulled Lisa’s old hand made looking dress over her head.

"Come on, Lisa. Get your panties off and get in so I can get you cleaned up and ready for bed," Juanita ordered as she folded the dress over and threw it in the hamper.

Lisa pulled her panties down and stepped out of them, and with Juanita’s assistance, climbed over the side of the tub and got in. I was still not used to seeing a female naked and got butterflies in my stomach as I looked at her swollen-looking crack between her legs as she climbed into the tub. But not only was Lisa not shy or embarrassed about being naked, she was happy and had a sweet smile as she sat down in the water.

Part 52

Juanita handed Lisa a lathery washrag and had her begin washing her face and chest and arms, etc., everything a six-year-old could handle, and then Juanita scrubbed my back with another rag after getting Lisa started. Then Juanita had me stand up and she took the wash rag and scrubbed my legs, thighs and pubic area. When Juanita reached behind me and began scrubbing my butt she forced her hand between my thighs and scrubbed me all the way to the back of my nutsack back and forth across my asshole. This made my penis and nutsack wiggle up and down, and Lisa giggled as she watched it wobble around.

"Okay, John, go ahead and sit down for me, baby, and let me get Lisa cleaned up real quick, then we'll go get your diaper on and get ready for bed," Juanita said, holding my arm as I sat back down in the water. I sat and watched as Juanita bathed Lisa, and when it got to the point where Lisa had to stand up while her mom scrubbed between HER legs. Once again I was confronted with this curious and baffling sight.

"Mrs. Roberts?" I asked quietly

"Yes, honey?"

"How come girls don’t have a pee-pee like boys do?"

Juanita and Lisa both laughed. I was especially surprised that Lisa could laugh about not having a pee-pee, but she seemed perfectly content with the swollen-looking crack between her legs.

"Well, honey, girls aren’t supposed to have a pee-pee like boys. Girls have a wee-wee," she said, still laughing as she scrubbed Lisa’s bottom, which seemed to run from front to back.

"Pam, would you come get John for me, please, so I can get Lisa ready for bed?" Juanita yelled, still laughing.

"Mom, Pam is on the front porch with her boyyyyfrieeend!" Michele yelled back, sounding upset.

"Well, then Michele, would you please come help me?" Juanita asked as she got me out of the tub.

"I'm getting tired of doing everything while Pam just does what she wants to!" Michele complained as she came into the bathroom.

"Michele, pleeeease! I have a hundred things to do. Would you just help John get dried off and put a diaper on him so I can get Lisa ready for bed?" Juanita asked, sounding exhausted after a stressful day.

Michele roughly dried me off with a bath towel and then took me by the wrist and hurriedly led me to the changing quilt.

"Lay down, baby John, so I can put a diaper on you!" Michele ordered in a loud whisper, just quiet enough that her mother didn’t hear it.

I lay down as she told me to, but I wasn’t looking forward to having Michele put a diaper on me. Last time she did it she smacked me on the butt really hard a couple times. I didn’t know what she might do this time.

"John, you should be ashamed of yourself having to wear diapers like a baby. Look at you, laying there like a baby at nine years old waiting for me to put a diaper on you!" She said angrily as she got the stuff ready.

"RAISE YOUR BUTT!" she said, getting madder by the minute as she tried to put the diaper under me.

"Michele, I said I'm sorry about getting you grounded!" I told her as she began rubbing baby oil all over my penis and nutsack, looking very angry.

"I'm not going to change your dirty diapers, do you hear me? If mom ever makes me change your dirty diapers I'm really gonna be pissed!" she warned as she worked herself up.

Then she took the baby powder and just poured it on, covering my butt and pubic area and creating a cloud between my thighs like I had never seen before.

"SPREAD YOUR LEGS, JOHN!" Michele ordered, but not loud enough for her mom to hear. Then she pulled the thick diaper up between my legs and over my penis and balls so hard and fast that she actually scooted me across the floor a couple inches. She yanked the diaper up over me so fast that baby powder blew up onto my tummy and chest.

"Thank you, Michele, for getting John diapered up and ready for bed," Juanita said as she entered the room, not knowing of the tantrum Michele had been throwing.

Juanita led Lisa still naked to the couch where she had Lisa step into her panties and then slip into her nightgown.

I lay there, feeling relieved that Michele had to finish pinning my diaper on with her mom in the room and wondered about tomorrow. I wondered if Randy would show up still wearing a diaper so I wouldn’t be the only big kid in diapers and whether or not Naomi would play with me or help the girls take care of the smaller kids and babies.

Part 53

Pam stuck her head in the front door just as Michele was getting my diaper pinned on and Juanita was getting Lisa’s gown over her head and letting it down.

"Is everyone decent?" Pam asked. I had never heard that term or expression before that point and didn’t know what it meant.

"Everyone’s decent, Pam," Juanita answered.

I was just sitting up in my diaper when Pam led her boyfriend into the house. He had that look of shock and surprise on his face as he saw me and didn’t take his eyes off me as they made their way to the kitchen. As soon as they were out of sight in the kitchen I got up and ran to my makeshift bed or pallet and sat down and covered myself. I could hear them talking about me and giggling quietly as Pam explained the whole thing to him.

It had been a long day and I lay down and fell asleep, waking a couple times to hear Pam and Michele going at it and Juanita hollering at them to stop fighting and go to bed.

"John, come on, honey, get up," I heard Juanita say with a loud whisper as she shook my shoulder. I knew what she wanted, and although I always looked forward to it with dread, I especially wasn’t in the mood for it this time. I was exhausted.

"John, come on, baby, I need you to drink some milk for me," she pleaded trying to wake me. I was awake, but hoping she'd give up and go to bed and leave me alone.

"I'm too tired, I want to go to sleep!" I whined, wanting her to go away.

"I know baby. We’re all tired; It's been a long day. We can wait and do it in the morning if you want to, I just didn’t think you'd want everyone to see you nursing like a baby, that's all," she said slyly.

She was right, too. I didn’t want everyone to see me lying across her lap in a diaper, sucking on her big boobs like a baby, so I got up and took my pillow and blanket to the couch for our regular nightly routine of breastfeeding.

It wouldn’t be until years later and reflecting back on past events that I would figure out how she cleverly used child psychology on me to get me to drink her milk. It was (she) who really didn’t want anyone to see her breast feeding me, but by suggesting that I should fear being discovered. It made the breast feeding sound otherwise appropriate.

I got up on the couch and lay across her lap on my pillow as usual. She covered me with the blanket and then put one arm under neck and the other over my chest and placed her hand on my cheek and kissed my forehead, saying, "Are you comfortable, honey?"

"Yes," I answered also nodding my head.

Then she opened her robe and took her left breast out in a hurried kind of fashion and a look of anticipation on her face that I had not noticed before.

I don’t know what time of night it was but the TV was still on, and in the pre-cable days, that had to be before 2:00 am or so. It could have been midnight for all I know.

"Here we go," she said as she kind of shifted her body around beneath me trying to get comfortable as she guided her large dark nipple into my mouth. As I received the nipple into my mouth and closed my lips around it the milk immediately began dripping into my mouth. Juanita let out a sigh of relief and I felt her body relax beneath me as I began sucking the milk from her tremendously large tit. She then put her right arm under the blanket and between my thighs and placed her hand on my thickly padded diapered bottom and pulled me up a little higher onto her lap so I wouldn’t be sliding down pulling her left breast toward the center of her chest. After getting me and herself adjusted to a comfortable position she laid her head back on the couch and let out another sigh of relief. She patted me on my thickly padded diapered bottom as I began sucking milk from her large nipple, occasionally rubbing her hand up and down on the diaper a little, almost rocking me.

As I looked up at her I thought. She isn’t a pretty woman like Naomi’s mom; she was like a much taller maybe a little heavier TV's Roseanne with much, much bigger breasts. And she was a loud, sometimes obnoxious woman like that, too. But she could be so sweet and motherly at times if you didn’t provoke her anger, and you would regret it if you did. She'd let you know who the boss was.

But like with Naomi’s mom, I looked up at Juanita and thought, this woman has cleaned my butt, spanked me, powdered my pee-pee, diapered me, and is now breastfeeding me. And I’m laying across her lap in a diaper as she is patting me on the butt and I feel so safe and secure and more like a helpless baby than ever before. And I love it. It could be Stockholm syndrome, I think looking back. I thought about how bad I wanted to please Juanita by being what she expected of me: a compliant baby; and I wanted to be that baby. With my dad long gone and my mom never really having time for me, I looked up at Juanita as I suckled from her breast like a baby and thought, I want this to be my home, Juanita to be my mom, and I want to be her baby.

Suddenly the phone rang and Juanita, not wanting me to stop, said, "It's okay, honey, stay right there!" Then she slowly removed her arm from beneath my neck and fluffed the pillow under my head so I could continue breastfeeding while she answered the phone, which was on the end table next to her. I was able to gather it was Naomi’s mom calling to let Juanita know she had sent some of her washcloths and a towel back in the diaper bag with the dirty wet diaper.

"Oh my goodness, I forgot all about that stuff. I'll wash them tomorrow and get your things back to you, honey. They’re still in the diaper bag!" Juanita said with her loud laugh. Then I could tell they were talking about me, and that Naomi’s mom was telling Juanita how sweet I was and that she could send me over there anytime she wanted to or needed to.

"Well, I may let you take care of him a couple times this week if you'd like to, honey. I know Naomi is so crazy about him," Juanita said smiling.

Feeling my bond with Juanita getting stronger and stronger and getting tired of being shipped around from person to person, and feeling the need for some permanency in my life, I guess, for the first time, I instinctively, unintentionally, and to Juanita’s surprise, placed my left hand on Juanita’s breast, almost trying to shove it further into my mouth and began sucking on her nipple vigorously. She looked down at me for a moment as if to try to comprehend why I did it and then she placed the phone between her shoulder and ear and put her arm back below the pillow. She then pulled the pillow and me up closer to her face as I continued sucking her milk and kissed me on the temple, holding me closer and tighter than before as I kept my hand on the side of her breast and suckled like a baby.

Part 54

I was no longer really hearing the conversation Juanita was having with Naomi’s mom on the phone. Even though I was aware that these two women were primarily talking about me, the conversation had seemed to become an incoherent mumble as I just let myself slip into babydom. Juanita had a moment earlier removed her right arm from between my thighs and wrapped it around me and was now holding me tightly in both arms and kind of rocking me slightly as I drank her milk from her big breast.

I felt my bond with Juanita had grown stronger than ever before and that this is where I belonged. I closed my eyes and imagined being her baby as she held me tight; rocking me, breast feeding me like a baby. I squeezed my thighs together and rubbed them up and down slightly against the soft thick diaper that was keeping them apart and thought. This just feels so right, I AM a baby. And I deserve to wear diapers.

Once again, Juanita, with both of her arms around me, pulled me up toward her face, leaned forward and gave me a gentle quiet kiss on the temple, her big nipple never leaving my hungry mouth. I was just sucking on it like never before, taking her milk like the baby I wanted to be.

After awhile she gently removed her arm from beneath my neck and took the phone into her hand once again. Then she put her right hand between my thighs again and her hand on my diapered bottom and rubbed and patted my diapered butt as she continued talking on the phone. You really feel like a baby when you know two women are discussing your having to wear diapers, your diaper changes and the toilet training around the corner, and you know you're helpless and unable to have any say in the decision making. Like a baby, I knew that whatever was decided and when I just had to go along with the program or be disciplined for it. But I was becoming more and more accepting of the complete female dominance I was experiencing, and beginning to actually love it.

Finally, Juanita said goodbye and hung up the phone. I stopped sucking on her nipple but kept it in my mouth as I opened my eyes and looked up at her with a concerned look.

"What's the matter, honey?" Juanita asked looking down at me. I removed my mouth from around her big dark nipple and turned my head slightly upward to speak to her.

"I don’t want to spend the night at Naomi’s house!" I replied, thinking that's what they were discussing.

"OHHH NOOOO, HONEYYY! I wouldn’t let you spend the night over there. She was just saying that she didn’t mind changing your diapers and that if you wanted to spend the day over there instead of hanging around here every day, that all I needed to do was send some diapers along and she'd be happy to have you!"

Feeling not only relieved but also much more secure that this woman wasn’t trying to abandon me and pass me off on someone else like I felt my mother had done, I took her nipple back into my mouth and continued sucking her sweet, warm milk. Naomi’s mom was a sweet, beautiful woman, but I felt was no more than a babysitter. Juanita was the woman who I felt had become my surrogate mother. She was the one who really met all my needs from feeding me, bathing me, disciplining me, etc., and as I lay there on her lap in my diaper drinking her milk I felt I was being held by my mother.

Part 55

After a little while longer, Juanita decided that I had spent enough time on that side and wanted me to give her some relief on the other. She pulled her robe over her big breast and had me get up while she moved to the other side of the couch and got comfortable and got the pillows situated. Then she had me crawl back up onto the couch and lay across her lap where she covered me with the blanket again and prepared to have me take milk from her other breast. After some amount of shifting and bouncing around beneath me she again put her arm between my thighs and grabbed my diapered butt and pulled me up to where she wanted me. Then she opened her robe, took out her right tit and guided her big, dark nipple into my opened, waiting mouth. I put right hand on the side of her breast again as I sucked on her nipple, not to cop a feel, as they say, but to have somewhere to put my hand and feel like I had some control over this huge thing pressed against the front of my face. I mean, I was only nine. There was nothing sexual or erotic in that sense about being breastfed or having my hand on her breast. But it was a wonderful, secure, protected, feeling that I was beginning to welcome and even love. Being babied and taken care of by such a strong, independent and take-charge woman seemed to be just what I needed for so long.

Juanita let out another sigh of relief and laid her head back on the couch as we got comfortable together and I began taking milk from her swollen breast. I sucked on her big tits harder that night then ever before, looking forward to every swallow of milk that I got from her. I knew I would never dread this nightly ritual again but instead would look forward to it anxiously. What I dreaded now and didn’t want to think about was the time this nightly nursing and being wrapped in a woman’s arms would end.

Juanita had one arm between my thighs and her hand on my thickly padded diapered butt patting me at times and rubbing my thick diaper up and down between my legs at others. I would squeeze my thighs together slightly, feeling the soft thick diaper between them and feeling the diaper rubbing against my little pee-pee and nut sack as Juanita rubbed my diaper in a gentle up and down motion between my thighs. Then suddenly, the rubbing motion stopped and Juanita began slightly snoring. After she had been snoring for some time I stopped sucking on her breast and began to just explore her nipple with my tongue, out of curiosity. I would push in on it and let it pop back into shape, spin my tongue around it or push it from side to side with my tongue, feeling it and becoming more familiar with its shape and texture rather than just sucking away at it, not really knowing anything about it. At one point as Juanita snored heavily, I slowly removed my mouth from her huge tit and backed away a little just to get a good look at it. Her breast was huge. I have no idea what cup size that was, but it was BIG. Her nipples were very dark, very textured with what looked like cracks or wrinkles, or both. Her areolas were about two and a half inches across and were cone-shaped as her large breasts though very wide at the base were very long and pointy with huge knobs at the end. Looking back, she didn’t have pretty tits, but when you saw hers, you knew those tits had fed a lot of kids. They would look good on a billboard for the ad, "Got Milk?" They were very, very motherly looking.

Anyway, I resumed sucking at her breast and occasionally exploring it with my tongue as she slept, when suddenly she woke up. She must have felt me playing with it in my mouth even before she raised her head and looked at me.

I began drinking her milk again quickly, embarrassed that she might have caught me playing with her nipple in my mouth, but it was too late.

"John, what are you doing?" she said with a big, sweet smile as she looked down at me.

Looking back up at her with her nipple still in my mouth, I spontaneously smiled back.

"John, have you been playing with my nipple?" she asked again smiling and seemingly in a playful mood. I had tried to stop smiling and resume nursing on her but she made me smile again, still with her nipple in my mouth. She seemed to be in a really good, playful mood, so I stopped sucking and kind of flipped her nipple with my tongue.

"You better stop that!" she said teasingly, and with a huge smile as she lightly smacked my diapered bottom. I started laughing, her nipple still deep in my mouth. Then I rolled my tongue around her nipple as I looked up at her smiling face to get another reaction. She smacked my diapered butt again saying, "If you don’t stop being silly, I’m gonna have to spank you!" I laughed again and had such a huge smile it took me a minute to be able to close my mouth on her nipple again. I had never gotten Juanita to be so sweet and playful before and I loved it.

I was finally able start taking her milk again when she said in a sweet motherly tone.

"You better finish your milk now so we can get to bed. It’s getting late!"

Sometime later we did finish the night’s breastfeeding and went to bed. Before falling to sleep I thought about what a great time I had with Juanita. I also wondered about tomorrow and whether Randy would still be wearing diapers or not, or whether Naomi would play with me or help Juanita and the girls babysit the younger toddlers and babies.

Part 56

Monday morning I woke up to the usual commotion of Juanita and some of her older girls getting ready for the day. I could smell coffee brewing in the kitchen and hear dishes and silverware being banged together as Juanita and Pam began fixing breakfast. It was just after daybreak and the door from the kitchen to the back porch was open and the birds out back sounded like we were at the zoo.

After breakfast I headed for the living room to sit and watch TV for awhile but Juanita hollered at me from the back porch .

"John baby, would you please bring me your diaper bag?" she asked sweetly but seemingly in a hurry. I went and got the diaper bag and took it to Juanita who was starting the washing machine on the back porch. As I passed through the kitchen, Tommy was still in his high chair eating and Lisa and Cindy were just finishing up. Pam was standing at the kitchen sink washing dishes and kind of looked at me out of the corner of her eye as I passed through carrying the diaper bag. As much as I enjoyed being babied the night before and thought I could just live that way forever, now I was beginning to feel embarrassed and ashamed again. That look Pam gave me though probably not intentional, felt like she was thinking how shameful it is for a nine-year-old boy to be wearing a diaper carrying his own diaper bag.

I handed the diaper bag to Juanita and she opened it and took out the rolled up towel that contained my dirty, wet diaper and rags from Naomi’s house.

"OH GOOD GRIEFFFF!" Juanita said throwing her head back, as she opened the diaper bag and took the contents out.

"Baby would you please bring me the changing quilt from the living room, too?" Juanita asked nicely.

"Yes," I answered. Then I passed through the kitchen once more to go get the quilt which was changed every morning. Pam, Lisa, Tommy and Cindy all stared at me as I passed through again. I guess when you're a nine-year-old boy wearing diapers, people can’t help but look no matter how many times they've seen me before. And you'd think I'd be comfortable with being seen in a diaper by now around Juanita’s girls but I wasn’t. I felt they must think I’m stupid or practically retarded, and I began to dread the day and the thought of everyone seeing me wearing a diaper. I wasn’t yet able to figure out why one moment I’m just in heaven being treated like a baby, and the next, I’m totally ashamed of myself and hate the whole diaper thing. I was beginning to have to pee pretty badly from the breastfeeding the night before and just starting wetting my diaper as I carried the quilt back to Juanita.

"Just throw it in that basket, honey, I’m washing quilts later," Juanita said as she rinsed out my dirty diaper in the big galvanized sink before putting it in the washing machine.

Naomi showed up at the back door as I stood there on the porch wetting myself, and watching Juanita.

"Good morning Naomi. Are you going to help us this morning?" Juanita cheerfully asked.

"Yeah, maybe a little," Naomi answered with her usual big smile.

Juanita broke into one of her loud laughs as she continued sorting laundry.

Well, if you want to help a little and learn how to take care of children you're more than welcome, and if you want to play then you just go ahead and play. It's up to you, honey!" Juanita responded in a joyful mood.

"John, did you need something?" Juanita asked as she noticed me standing there speechless watching her. I was hoping I could get her to change me before Naomi got there. I felt comfortable with Juanita doing it.

"John, honey. What’s the matter?" she inquired again. Not being big on conversation every since I was put into diapers. I just Looked up at Juanita and grabbed the front of my diaper.

"You need your diaper changed? I'll bet you have a wet diaper don’t you?" Juanita responded in a motherly tone.

"PAMMM! Are you about through with those dishes?" Juanita hollered into the kitchen.

"YES, MOTHER!" Pam yelled back.

"Honey, would you change John’s diaper for me, please, so I can get some laundry started?" Juanita asked.

Pam stepped onto the porch and took my hand to lead me to the front room.

"Come on John, let’s go get a clean diaper on you," Pam said as she led me into the house.

When we got to the front room Michele had just put down a clean quilt and was preparing to change Tommy’s diaper. When she saw Pam leading me by the hand and Naomi following behind she said, "Better move over, Tommy. Looks like someone else needs their diaper changed.”

"Okay Michelle, let's not start that today!" Pam warned.

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Pam plopped down on her knees next to Michele and patted the quilt with her hand saying, "Come on, John. Let's see if we can get that wet diaper changed before everyone gets here. " I sat down where Pam had her hand and lay back so Pam could change me. Naomi kneeled next to me for a minute before Michele asked her, "Naomi, would you like to change Tommy’s diaper?"

"Sure!" Naomi answered. Then Naomi got back up and went to the other side of me and knelt at Tommy’s feet.

I could hear the crinkling of Tommy’s plastic pants coming off as Pam was removing the diaper pins from my wet diaper. Tommy and I were laying side by side with our heads at about the same point, so as I turned to look at Tommy we were face to face. As I looked at him he was looking back at me with a big grin as Naomi removed his diaper pins.

"He might start peeing as soon as you pull his diaper back, Naomi. If he does just cover him back up real quick!" Michele instructed Naomi.

I felt so ashamed lying there next to Tommy having my diaper changed. I had hoped Juanita would change me. I was beginning to love being babied by her but still hated anyone else seeing me in diapers or changing me and I had hoped Juanita would change me before Naomi or anyone else arrived.

"There, let’s get you out of this old wet diaper and get you cleaned up," Pam said as she removed the last diaper pin and pulled the wet diaper back exposing my damp little pee-pee and nut sack.

"LOOK AT THAT!" Naomi exclaimed with a surprised look on her face as she slowly pulled Tommy’s wet diaper back.

"JOHN! Look how big Tommy’s pee-pee is!" Naomi added, sounding excited.

"Naomi, I don’t think John is interested in looking at Tommy’s pee-pee," Pam responded, laughing a little as she began wiping the moisture away from my genitals.

But it was too late. As soon as Naomi called my name and drawing my attention to her source of excitement I automatically looked. Tommy had one of those rock-hard morning erections that boys get and it was huge for a baby’s. I thought how it was unfair that this kid’s erection was so much larger and fatter than my erection was at Naomis house the other day, and I’m nine, he's only two or two and a half. I felt so embarrassed that Naomi saw a baby with a larger pee-pee than mine. I almost couldn’t wait for Pam to put a diaper on me if for no other reason just to hide my baby-sized pee-pee.

"Well, you don’t have to worry about him peeing, Naomi, He can’t pee when he's hard like that!" Michele said laughingly.

"Tommy’s such a BIGGGGG boy!" Michele added as she leaned forward and smiled closely in Tommy’s face.

"Well I’m sure John's just a late bloomer. Don’t you worry, John, you're going to have a big pee-pee one day. I don’t think I ever wanted my diaper so bad. I was thinking, “please, please, hurry up and put a diaper on me to hide my pathetic little penis!”

"Raise your legs, John, so I can clean your bottom," Pam said.

I raised my legs and spread them so Pam could wipe my butt with the wet washcloth.

"Well, it looks like your diaper rash is getting a little better!" Pam added as she wiped me.

After Tommy and I were all cleaned up Pam and Naomi began applying the baby oil on us. Pam just poured the baby oil in the palm of one hand and covered my genitals with the oily hand and began rubbing my shrunken penis and balls around with her oily hand, Pulling and stretching at my pee-pee a few times to oil what length there was.

"It feels so warm!" I heard Naomi say. I looked over to see Naomi oiling Tommy’s erect penis, stroking it up and down with her oily little hand. Tommy was laying there with his knees up and kicking around a little as Naomi slowly worked her oily hand up and down his fat, erect little pee-pee. As she pulled upward on it the head seemed to get fatter and fatter.

"That feels so strange!" Naomi said with a look I can’t describe as she kept rubbing the oil up and down his penis.

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Don’t get me wrong, Tommy didn’t have an adult-sized penis. It was just much, much larger than mine, both when flaccid and erect. I would have been so happy to have a penis like that. I turned my head to look at Tommy as Pam was rubbing baby oil deep into my butt crack and Tommy looked back at me with a huge smile. He seemed to be really enjoying Naomi stroking his larger rock hard pee-pee with the baby oil as he lay on his clean diaper, kicking.

I glanced at Michele who was sitting near Naomi only to see her looking back at me with an evil grin.

"Naomi, maybe next time John needs his diaper changed, you could do the whole thing!" Michele offered, trying to upset me. Naomi briefly glanced at me making eye contact and then turned her attention back to what she was doing, and said nothing in response.

I almost felt a sense of relief as Pam finished powdering me and pulled the thick clean diaper up between my legs and covered my baby sized pee-pee and began pinning the diaper on me.

Juanita hollered at Pam from the back porch where she was starting laundry.

"Pam, when you're through changing John’s diaper I need your help back here!"

"I'm coming, mom!" Pam yelled back as she put in the last diaper pin and got up and left the room. I sat up in my thick, soft, clean diaper just as someone banged on the front screen door a couple times and let themselves in.

"Juanita, it's me!" The woman hollered as she entered with her two daughters, about five and six, and a boy maybe two wearing a striped shirt a diaper and white shoes and socks. It was common during the weekdays for Juanita’s "clients" to just rap on the door and let themselves in so they could drop their kids off and get to work or whatever, knowing Juanita may be too busy to answer the door all the time.

I sat there petrified in my diaper as the woman entered and she seemed equally surprised to see me sitting there in nothing but a big thick diaper at my age. Naomi was just getting Tommy’s diaper pinned on beside me, and Michele sat there looking pleased to see me getting caught in the middle of the floor in my diaper with no place to hide.

"Isn’t he a little big to be wearing a diaper?" the woman asked Michele.

"Yeah. Tell her why you're wearing a diaper, John. " Michele remarked, getting a great deal of pleasure out of my humiliation.

I just sat there kind of Indian-style with my legs crossed and my arms in front of me trying to hide my diaper, but you couldn’t hide it.

The woman and her children stood there for a moment looking dumbfounded. Michele got up and came around behind me and bent over and grabbed my wrists and pulled my arms up away from my diaper and tried to pull me to my feet.

"Tell Mrs. Carlson you have to wear diapers like a baby, because you wont stop messing your pants!" Michele said as she tried pulling me up from the floor.

"Well, for heavens sake! You need to wear diapers if you're messing your pants. You should be ashamed of yourself!" Mrs. Carlson said in disgust.

"STOP IT, MICHELLE!" I screamed, trying to resist her efforts to pull me to my feet.

"MICHELE! PLEASE LEAVE HIM ALONE!" Naomi yelled, almost crying.

Then Juanita, hearing the commotion came quickly into the room. Tommy got up and ran to Juanita and wrapped his arms around Juanita’s leg, frightened from the yelling.

"MICHELE,YOU LET HIM GO RIGHT NOW!” Juanita ordered.

Michele released my wrists and I sank back into my paralyzed position on the floor.

"Michele, what did I tell you about bothering John? The next time you do something like that you're going to get another spanking! Now go to your room!" Juanita warned furiously.

I sat there in my diaper as Juanita and Mrs. Carlson began talking, hoping the lady would hurry up and leave so I could get up and leave the room before someone else showed up, but it was too late. There was another rap on the front screen door.

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Michelle was seething as she left the room and ran up the noisy staircase to her room. Mrs. Carlson’s girls went to find something to play with until the other children arrived. Juanita’s house was wall-to-wall games, puzzles, coloring books, toys and a backyard of playground equipment. Kids had no trouble finding something fun to do, not to mention just the sheer number of kids who were usually there being looked after on weekdays. Many kids had at least one buddy or two their own age to play with.

Mrs. Carlson’s girls just looked at me sitting in the middle of the floor in my diaper as they slowly passed by to find something to do. Naomi picked up a baby toy and called to the little boy, talking baby talk to him in an effort to get him to come to her. Wearing a striped pullover shirt a thick cotton diaper and white shoes and socks, Mrs. Carlson’s little boy waddled over to Naomi with a big smile to investigate the toy she had.

I was anxious for Mrs. Carlson to leave so I could get up from the floor and find someplace less conspicuous to hang out while all the parents arrived with their kids. But Mrs. Carlson just stood there talking to Juanita as many parents did, letting Juanita know about illnesses, medications, scheduling changes, etc. and before she left there was another knock at the screen door.

"It's me, Juanita!" Which is usually all they would say as they knocked, stuck their head in the door and then let themselves in.

It was Randy’s mom this time, with Randy and his little brother. The last time I had seen them was Friday and Randy was being dragged out of the house and taken home wearing nothing but a diaper because he had messed his pants.

Now Randy was wearing shorts and a shirt, leaving me to be the only older kid wearing diapers. I said hi to Randy and his brother as they entered but Randy hardly acknowledged my presence, just glancing at me with a muffled "hi" as he and his brother approached Naomi and asked her to go outside with them to play.

"Come on, John, let’s go outside!" Naomi said excitedly as she jumped up from the floor and the three of them disappeared off into the kitchen and headed out the back door. Naomi didn’t even seem to notice that I was still sitting there stranded, paralyzed, waiting for the right moment to get up and leave without having these people see me stand up and run out of the room in a diaper. Randy was hanging onto me like a leech Friday when we both were in diapers. Now it seemed he didn’t want anything to do with me since he wasn’t wearing a diaper anymore. And Naomi wasn’t around when Randy had to wear a diaper, either. She and her family were still out of town on vacation.

Randy’s mom stood there next to Juanita and Mrs. Carlson Looking at her watch periodically, seemingly in a hurry, but not wanting to talk to Juanita until Mrs. Carlson had left. She would look at me sitting there in my diaper but wouldn’t speak to me as she checked her watch and waited for Mrs. Carlson to leave.

Finally as Mrs. Carlson did leave. Randy’s mom informed Juanita that the boys wouldn’t be back for a couple days because their dad was taking them on a fishing and camping trip. As she talked to Juanita she opened a large paper grocery sack she had with her and took out a stack of folded cotton flannel diaper material that belonged to Juanita and set it on the couch with the rest of the folded diapers.

"So, how’s Randy doing? Did he learn anything after having to wear diapers for awhile?" Juanita asked his mother.

"Well, he went all day yesterday without any accidents!" his mother replied sounding not too excited.

"Did you bring me some clean underwear in case he needs a change today?" Juanita asked.

"He better not need a change today. There’s no excuse for an eight year old boy to be shitting his pants. Nooooo, if he shits his pants again you go right ahead and put a diaper on him, I'm going to put an end to this behavior right now!" Randy’s mom said, looking at me.

"He'll be wearing a diaper home again if he needs to and I don’t think his father is going to be very happy about it, either," Randy’s mother added sounding frustrated.

BANG! BANG! BANG! "It's me Juanita!" some woman said as she entered. It was the mother of the baby girl Juanita had been breastfeeding last week. She was carrying the little girl "around one and a half years old," but then put her down on her feet after entering the house. The little girl had on a fluffy dress with white socks and black shiny shoes and you could see her bulging diaper and plastic pants clearly visible beneath her dress as she waddled around, not too far from her mother. Pam had earlier explained to me that Juanita was a wet nurse who could nurse children whose mothers couldn’t produce milk.

The woman had a surprised look on her face as she saw me sitting there in a diaper, but was nice and said hi with a smile probably thinking I was retarded like Rudy who hadn’t shown up yet.

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Juanita’s daughter Cindy came and got the little and walked her to Tommy’s room that was the nursery more or less for the younger kids, and had a lot of baby toys and a changing table etc. Juanita’s girls mostly the younger ones looked after the babies and toddlers keeping them somewhat separate from the older children. As Cindy led the little girl away talking baby talk to her I could see rows of ruffles across the back of the little girl’s plastic pants as they walked off toward Tommy’s room. Her fluffy pink dress was just long enough to come down to the ruffles. I guess that was supposed to be cute at that time for little girl’s ruffled diapered bottoms to show.

Rudy and his mom DID show up next. Rudy’s mom was a very beautiful Hispanic woman with long black hair and seemed like a very shy woman always speaking very softly and quietly and only occasionally making eye contact as she spoke. Rudy was fully dressed as they arrived but you could see his bulging diaper beneath his clothes. The beautiful woman walked her son Rudy over toward me and sat him down next to me saying, "Hi, John," very softly as she smiled. I was surprised she even remembered my name, and was terrified as she got so close to me as I sat there stranded in the middle of the floor trying to hide my diaper with only my arms. She pulled off Rudy’s shoes and socks and then pulled his shirt over his head and folded it. Then she had him stand up and worked his pants down over his thick diaper and removed them. Rudy just stood there in his thick cotton diaper playing with his fingers in front of himself making his regular annoying noise "UUHHuuuhhhuHHUUhhh!" while rocking from one foot to the other.

"Rudy, you can sit down here with John," The beautiful woman said softly as she sat her diapered son next to me and then joined the other women who were standing across the room talking. Maybe she thought she was doing me a favor I don’t know but it didn’t do my ego much good to have some retarded diapered kid sat next to me while I’m sitting there in a diaper also.

The women stood there talking for only a moment but it seemed like an eternity as they periodically glanced toward Rudy and me sitting there together in our big, thick diapers as they talked.

Finally, Randy’s mother and the little girl’s mother left leaving only Rudy’s mom with Juanita.

I could hear Naomi and Randy and his brother playing and laughing in the back yard and wondered how I was going to make it another week wearing diapers. I was hoping my mother would call so I could plead with her to let me have some pants and underwear back. I knew I'd NEVER mess my pants again if I could only have my clothes back.

The parents and kids kept arriving even after Rudy’s mother had left. All these people were regular clients of Juanita’s who routinely left their kids with Juanita during week days so all of them knew and were aware of Rudy and were used to seeing him around the house in only a diaper. So as many of the people showed up and saw me sitting there in only a diaper next to Rudy who was sitting there in his diaper rocking and moaning as usual, they probably assumed I was just a new or another mentally retarded kid Juanita was keeping. Most of them paid me little attention as they came and left and their kids disappeared into the back yard or Tommy’s room.

Then one woman showed up with her five kids ranging in age from eleven to three. As they entered the oldest girl, eleven-year-old Rebecca pointed me out to her mother saying.

"See mom, that's the boy I was telling you about. He has to wear diapers like a baby because he messed his pants!" The other kids were laughing and snickering as they looked at me sitting there next to Rudy.

"See, Mom?" The little snitch was trying to continue.

"Yes, yes, Rebecca, all right!" Her mother interrupted, seemingly uninterested as she went through her purse looking for money to pay Juanita what she owed her.

"You need to wear a diaper, John, that's what you need, because you're a big bayyyby!" Rebecca said as she and her siblings headed for the backyard giggling.

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