From: Bill 
Subject: ~true diaper story
Date: Sun, 08 Sep 1996 18:58:10 -0600

The Baby Training of Billy

Thursday, January 13, 1994

I got up this morning and changed my soaking wet diapers and  
plastic pants and just after I was in nice dry clean diapers 
I uncontrollably wet and pooped them. Oh well, poooor 
baaaaby! I want to say now that I do not like dirty diapers 
and do not poop them deliberately. I do dirty them on 
occasion accidentally, and always wet them uncontrollably. I 
actually do not mind pooping diapers, and except for the 
smell, which I HATE!, even wearing them is not really all 
that bad, up to the point of diaper rash anyway. But I hate 
changing dirty diapers.  So as I am sitting here dirty, not 
really excited about having to change, I decided to start 
writing down some of my thoughts and experiences that has 
lead me to be stuck in diapers and plastic pants forever!


EARLY CHILDHOOD

First Love

I was about 4 years old. A cute little baby girl just barely 
able to walk and in diapers, plastic pants & a T-shirt was 
being walked down the sidewalk in front of my house by a man 
on one side and a women on the other , both holding her 
arms. I was playing in the yard and ran over to get a better 
look. She really was cute and seemed to be having a 
wonderful time. I fell in love.  I was looking at the way 
she was dressed and remembered that I too had been dressed 
that way and decided that if I went and got my diapers on 
then we'd be dressed alike, and I really did want to impress 
the baby girl. I said to the adults "I have pants like that" 
pointing to the diapers. The man said "why don't you go get 
them on?". Sounded like a great idea to me so I took off 
towards the house at 400 miles an hour. The women started 
yelling "little boy, come back, don't do that!?" I paid no 
attention. Then I heard the women bark at the man "what did 
you do that for, that wasn't very nice!" I still paid no 
attention and was about to the house by now. I went into my 
room and opened the bottom dresser drawer where I was SURE 
my diapers and plastic pants were kept. Panic. They weren't 
there. I opened the next drawer up thinking they just had to 
be misplaced. No diapers. I slammed the drawer shut and 
reopened the bottom one figuring I must have overlooked 
them. My mom heard the drawer slam and came in to see what 
was going on. I explained it all to her and she said "you 
really don't want to wear those" and walked out of the room. 
But I did, I did want to wear them. I was heart broken and 
never did return outside. That's all I remember about this 
event.

The Hospital

I was about 4 years old, and I do not know if I was a young 
4 or old 4, but old enough that I remember those days rather 
well. I had  problems with my tonsils so after I got over 
the last bout of infection it was decided to take them out. 
Now when I was admitted to the hospital I was healthy, and 
like most little boys quite the trouble maker. So I was 
admitted and taken to a room with 3 beds and two other boys 
close in age (probably a bit younger) and given the last 
bed. This is early morning and I had not been up long, so 
with all this little boy energy you can understand I did not 
even want to go to bed. So I decided that I did not have to! 
After being put back to bed several times by the nurses I 
was back up and over with one of the other kids when a man 
came into the room with a HUGE metal crib! As he was moving 
my bed out of the way I was thinking that they were going to 
move me to another room, maybe with more mature kids like 
me=2E I really did not even have the most remote thought 
that I would end up in a crib. I said something to one of 
the other kids that I must be going to another room. The kid 
said "I think that's for you", pointing to the crib. NOT, NO 
WAY, NOT ME! I was sure it was not for me! After the crib 
was in place and the other bed was rolled out of the room I 
started to get up to go where the bed was going. As I was 
just approaching the door a nurse scooped me up with much 
force and walked over to the crib and PUT me in it! WOW! 
Totally unbelievable. So there I was in a big crib lying on 
a cloth covered vinyl covered mattress! I was given one of 
those controllers plugged into the wall to summon a nurse. 
"Push this button if you need to go potty".  Some time later 
the same nurse that put me in the crib came in with a tray 
that she lay on a table next to the bed. I had no idea what 
was going  to happen to me. She made me pull down my PJ 
bottoms and she proceeded to securely tape this thing that 
looked  like half an egg shell over my pee pee! The shell 
was lined with cotton and securely contained my pee pee. 
"Don't tell anyone or they will laugh at you!" OK, I'm not 
telling anyone. However, when my parents came in to see me 
at noon I made them PROMISE to not laugh and then I pulled 
my PJ bottoms down exposing quite a sight.. A ROAR of 
laughter goes up as the nurse and mom and dad all stood 
along one side of the crib looking at my chastity device. 
"What is that for?" Mom asks. "That's so he can't play with 
it" "Was he playing with it?" "No, but all Cribbed little 
boys eventually do." "Can we take it off?" "OK". So the 
nurse proceeds to take the thing off and underneath I was as 
hard as any little boy has ever been. My little pee pee was 
HARD! "Well IT Likes it." HA HA HA HA HA    More laughter. 
No, I did not like all this, besides, my parents had lied to 
me. That was always a big thing with them is that you do not 
lie, and they just did. I was disappointed in them that 
lasts to this day! I don't dwell on it but it did happen and 
I can't just forget about it

So parents are gone and I am just lying there becoming bored 
so I pushed the button to get the nurse. When she came in 
the room I decided to play a little trick on her and I told 
her that I did not push the button. She leaves and I think 
HAY, that was cool. So I pushed it again. Again she comes in 
and I deny pushing the button. She leaves. I push the button 
again=2E Nothing happens! No nurse. I push it again. No 
nurse. I push it again=2E AHHH, here she comes. She is 
pushing a cart that looks as if it has bedding on it, like 
white cotton sheets and the like. I figured she is going to 
change the crib, it is to be hoped that I get this plastic 
sheet off the crib if I am lucky. "You shouldn't have done 
that" "Why" "Because now I'm going to have to put you in 
diapers!" WOW, all these things happening to me. She pulls 
the covers all the way off me, pulls off my PJ bottoms and 
grabs my ankles in the traditional one handed change baby 
diapers grab. Then  she lifts my bottom in the air by my 
ankles and slides a thick cotton diaper under me.  While my 
bottom was still in the air she started putting a Vaseline 
like substance all over my diaper area. As she started to 
the front she put my legs down and told me to "spread your 
legs". I did. She started really working the Vaseline on my 
pee pee and surrounding area, of course I became hard. She 
told me that "we really need to get this real good". I 
guess! Unbelievable the way she worked me over! She told me 
that when my pee pee felt like this it was because of 
diapers! She was right you know! She then folded the diaper 
up between my legs, pulled it taught and pinned them in 
place. Then she got a pair of plastic pants off the cart. I 
had not noticed them before and could not believe my eyes. I 
have to admit that I thought they were kind of "pretty", 
glistening in the dim hospital room light. 
She "rolled" them up and went to put them on me when I 
raised a leg to help her. She said "That's a good boy, you 
remember how to do this. Now all you have to do is remember 
how to use them." She pulled them up to my diapers and then 
pulled me to my feet by my arms. I was positioned right in 
front of her and she had me put my hands on her shoulders, 
which put them about straight out. Then she had me spread my 
legs a bit and pulled my plastic pants up over my diapers. 
She spent a tremendous amount of time making sure the diaper 
was tucked in and the plastic pants looked just right. She 
was admiring me! "Look at them" I did not want any part of 
it. "LOOK AT THEM!" I looked down. I was in baby diapers and 
puffy plastic pants! My PJ's were put back on and I was laid 
down and covered up.  "If  you take your diapers off  I'll 
tie your hands down!"  "They're not my diapers!!" "Well I 
just gave them to you so they're your diapers now!" Then she 
unplugged the signaling unit, puts it on the cart and pushed 
the diaper cart out of the room. 

In a crib. In diapers and plastic pants.  Actually, that's 
right where I should have been kept the rest of my life, and 
at the time I did not know that that's not what was going to 
happen!

I gotta go potty! Here comes a nurse, I will ask her to help 
me get out of the crib and diapers so I can relieve myself. 
"Nurse, I need to go potty!" She walked over to the foot of 
the bed. looked at my chart for several seconds (seemed like 
eternity to me), then looked at me and said "you're in 
diapers, USE them!" With that she turned and walked out of 
the room! That was it, I was being diaper trained! I sure 
did not suspect that it was eventually going to mean I would 
be diaper dependent too! Very strict women keeping me in 
diapers and plastic pants and making me use them for their 
intended purpose! AND keeping me in a crib! I would like to 
tell them today that they succeeded in turning me into an 
infant. I hope they know. 

What are they doing to me NOW? A HARNESS?!  "I won't try to 
climb out of bed!", "I KNOW you won't!" She proceeded to tie 
one end underneath the crib where I couldn't reach it. Then 
she put this "thing" on me. It was like an old leather 
walking harness. Then she fed the other end through the bars 
of the crib on the opposite side from the side she had 
already tied. She pulled it quite taught and tied it off. I 
wasn't even able to turn over!!! Every few hours a nurse 
would come in, change my diapers if they needed it and would 
untie the straps to the harness, roll me over and reattached 
the straps to the crib.

Laying there not able to do anything, and remember, this is 
about 1955 and the hospital rooms didn't have such things as 
TV. So there was absolutely NOTHING to do except lay in my 
crib and use my diapers like a newborn. I was on my back 
when my bladder just couldn't hold anymore, and the flow of 
pee started and continued uncontrollably. This was the first 
step in the process of removing my ability to control my 
wetting and pooping.You just can't potty train a child for 
several years and then put them in diapers that they HAVE to 
use and not expect some problems. In diapers, out of 
diapers, OK, what is it?  Even the nurse told me that I 
would have accidents if I wore underwear because I would 
"forget that I wasn't in diapers"! The pee soaks down to the 
diaper cloth between my legs and I can feel the wetness 
soaking the back of my diaper. When  a nurse came in I told 
her I was wet. She put the crib side down and pulled the 
front of my plastic pants down and felt the diaper at the 
top in the front. "Not wet enough to need a change." "But it 
all went down here" pointing between my legs. "Don't worry, 
it'll spread!". She turned around and promptly left the 
room. I was actually quite wet and yes she was right again, 
I could feel it spreading!  Harnessed to a crib, in WET 
diapers and plastic pants! I had been reduced to an infant 
by some very strict women. The kid next to me was talking to 
his father. "The nurses are real mean!" "Why do you think 
that?" "They won't even let HIM go potty!" "That's because 
he's a baby and you're not." "He didn't  used to be."  
"What?" "He didn't use to be a baby".  Proof I was being 
successfully babified. 


The nurse comes in with a bottle and spoon,  unties one end 
of the harness and puts the crib side down and makes me sit 
up. She pours a spoonful of stuff and puts it in my mouth. 
YUK. That's the worst stuff I've ever tasted. Another 
spoonful???? GROSS. I HAVE to take it. "You know what this 
is for?" ........ "It's going to MAKE you poop in your 
diapers!!!" I think it was cod liver oil or something like 
that.  I was being taught how to use my diapers for 
everything just like a baby uses diapers!

One of the things that "got" to me big time during all of 
this was the use of terms like "YOUR diapers" "MY diapers". 
Tell the nurse what you want "I want MY diapers changed" 
"please" "please". I even continued to argued with them. 
"They aren't MY diapers" So she comes back with "Remember? I 
gave them all to you, so now they ARE your diapers!"