A Summer in Diapers "Can't I go, mom," Ricky asked his mother. Her response was, "No sweetie, mommy and daddy can't take you to Europe because we will be busy, besides you have day camp." Ricky was a normal 9 year old boy, except small and underweight for his age, with one distinguishing difference, he was a bedwetter. Because of his size, he wore Pampers size 6 to bed to protect his sheets. "Well, who will I stay with?" he asked. "We have found a nanny who will be taking care of you," replied his father. "Does she..." Ricky began to ask but was cut off by his father. "Yes, she is aware of your problem and will help you with the diapering. Anyway, it is time for you to get in bed." "Ok, dad", he responded. He lay down on the changing pad and pulled off his jeans and proceeded to remove his briefs. His mother powdered his butt slid his diaper under him, taped it up, and kissed him on the forehead. "Good night, baby," she said. "Good night, mom," he responded. The next day Ricky's parents were getting ready to go to the United Kingdom. They took Ricky to meet the woman who would be his caregiver for the next several months. His father got out when they arrived and knocked on the door. From the back seat of the car, he could see his father talking to someone. He came back to the car and opened Ricky's door. "I'll take this and you take that," his father stated. Ricky helped his father take the luggage into the nanny's home. After that he kissed his folks goodbye and walked back into the house. "Hi," Ricky said to the nanny trying to be friendly. "Hello, little boy, my name is Miss Tate, I shall be your authority figure while your parents are away," she said with a smile. She was a tall woman, about 6"3', well built, with dark brown eyes, pearly white teeth and long dark black hair. "May I use your toilet?" Ricky asked. "Your parents told me to put you in diapers 24/7," said Miss Tate. "Wha...t", Ricky responded, confused. "Your parents told me about how you had recently been having some accidents during the day, so I informed them of how I can retrain you by starting you all over from diapers," she responded. Ricky felt arguing with her was useless as she was an adult and he was, after all, a child. "First go to the potty in your pants then I'll change you." He tried to hold it as long as he could, but soon found himself in completely soaked pants. "You're a heavy wetter, Rick, your diapers are not absorbent enough for you, but I have some that are." She came down with some Molicare super briefs and diapered him in them. He found it impossible to put his legs together. "Time for your nap", she said as she slid him into a large toddler pair of footie pajamas. "But I am 9, I don't take naps,"he said. "While you are in my house you will and you will follow all of my rules or be punished," she responded. She then picked him up and carried him upstairs and laid him in a crib, He noticed that the crib had hand, leg and chest restraints. "What are those fo...", Ricky attempted to say as a huge pacifier was shoved into his mouth and tied it around the back of his head to keep it in place. He tried to struggle but to know avail as she had him completely strapped down in under 5 minutes. "The restraints are here so I don't have to keep an eye on you 24 hours a day, just rest until I come to check on you," she said as she wrapped a blanket around him and left him there. He tried to move his hands and feet but found he could not move them as his hands or feet as they were securely fastened down. He then tried to scream out but found that all that came out of his mouth was, "Mmph... mmm... ,mmmmph..." He eventually laid his head back and fell asleep. Ricky awoke to find he had wet himself, he also felt that number 2 was not far off. He looked up to discover that Miss Tate had returned. Ricky tried to communicate to her that he was wet and shortly would be soiled, but all that came out was a muffled whimper. "Awe, baby needs a bottle." Miss Tate said as she proceeded to fill a bottle with milk. She removed the dummy that was gagging Ricky and he proceeded to try to say, "I am about to poo..." when he was forcefully interrupted by having the bottle inserted in his mouth. As he was sucking away at the bottle he felt the contents of his bowels fill the back of his diaper. "Smells like someone needs a change." She took his bottle, unstrapped him and placed him on the changing table. She then removed the PJs and then the T-shirt and diaper. She cleaned and powdered him and then placed five cloth diapers together, pulled them up and pinned them. She then pulled a blue pair of plastic pants over them. She then put a shirt on him and then pulled overalls on him. "Were going to park now, kiddo." There was a park not that far from Miss Tate's house. She put Ricky in a stroller and pushed him to the park. Ricky was very concerned, what if one of his friends were to recognize him? He decided it would be for the best to play along with Miss Tate so he decided it would be best if he would talk in toddler talk if approached or not talk at all if possible. Miss Tate picked him up out of the stroller and placed him in a sandbox. "Play here a while, sweet child." She handed him a baby bottle filled with apple juice. He decided to drink it since he was feeling thirsty. He then looked around in the sandbox. It had buckets and shovels for the toddlers to play with. He decided to play with them as if he were an actual toddler to avoid suspicion. He began to build a sandcastle. He spent a half-hour doing this and looked up. Ricky was horrified to see that one of his classmates was in the park and looking in his direction. He started walking in his direction. He walked up directly to him, "Don't I know you?" He felt himself soiling. "I make poopy in my diady," Ricky said in his most infantile voice. "Ewe, gross", he said as he walked away. Miss Tate heard him and came and picked him up and placed him on a changing pad. She pulled off his overalls and felt to see if he was wet. He was but she also noticed he was soiled by the smell. "Did baby do his business?" she said as she removed the dirty diaper. She then wiped his diaper region and powdered it. Ricky felt more then a little embarrassed at being changed and diapered out in the open but felt making a scene would only make it worse so he remained quiet. She then folded four cloth diapers together and pinned them up on him. She then pulled out a pair of extra large rubber baby pants and slid them on him. "There you go, clean and dry", she said as she pulled the baby pants up. She then placed him back in the overalls and sent him back to sandbox with a pat to his diapered rear. An hour or two later she came back and picked him up and put him in the stroller. She took him back to her home and into the bathroom and washed his hands and face and walked him downstairs to the kitchen. There was a highchair setup. She placed him in and strapped him in. At this point Ricky was not sure what to expect. To his surprise, the dinner was macaroni and cheese, peas, and ham. She also supplied him with another bottle of apple juice. She cut his ham up for him and supplied him with only a spoon. He ate his dinner and sucked away at his bottle while she had her dinner. "Thank you," Ricky said to her. "You are quite welcome, little angel, but now it is time for your bath or you will smell bad for camp tomorrow." She then removed him from the highchair and took him upstairs. She removed all of his clothes except for his diaper and then took and placed on top of the closed toilet. She then proceeded to fill the tub with warm water. She filled about 2/3 full and then she removed Ricky's diaper and placed him in the tub. She bathed him for about an half an hour then she washed the suds off, dried him off and took him back to the room with a changing table, strapped him down, placed a Molicare on him and taped it up, then pulled a T-shirt on him, unstrained him, and finally put him back in footie pajamas. She then put him back in the crib and strapped his arms and legs and waist. He looked out the window and saw the sun had not yet set. "Isn't it a little early for me to go to..." he tried to say as the pacifier again acted as a gag to him. She tied the ribbon that held it in place securely around the back of his head. She then closed the curtains. "You have a long day ahead of you tomorrow. Your first day of camp." Ricky had almost forgot about it. He was excited about it but unsure how it would turn out given his current condition. He eventually drifted off to sleep. Ricky awoke to find he was wet. "Rise and shine, baby," Miss Tate said as she entered the room, "Time to get you ready for camp." She removed his restraints and removed him from the crib, picked him up, put him on the changing table, removed his sleeper, removed his diaper, re-diapered him and put some clothes on him. She then took him into the kitchen and sat him in the high chair. She removed his pacifier and gave him a bottle filled with milk and a bowl of oatmeal. After he finished eating she took him out to her car and strapped him in a booster seat. He was now off to camp. Miss Tate's car arrived at the campgrounds after about an hour of driving. Ricky had no idea what to expect, for it had been a weird, bizarre journey thus far. He was in for an even bigger shock. She dropped him off at the camp's pavilion area and the diaper bag at the medical station. She handed him a tote bag and a bag lunch. "If you need to be changed, go to the medical station, I have informed the nurse of your condition and your swim trunks are in the bag with a towel," she said. "Okay", he responded not wanting to make a scene. Ricky was worried about his `underwear'. He was totally unaware of the fact that no one noticed the crinkle as he walked, or the extra bulge under his jeans. It tormented him, thinking that everyone was quietly chuckling at him. He had no idea at all that all of the other 7, 8 and 9 year olds were not concerned with what underwear he was wearing or what his appearance was at the time. They were all too occupied with the thought of what fun activities they would be engaged in at camp. The bulge wasn't that large since he was only wearing pampers size 6 and it really was not as noticeable. The camp counselor arrived a few minutes later. "Okay group are you already for camp?" asked the camp counselor. Everyone shouted, "YEAH!" except for Ricky. He went over the day's events and discussed everyone to their individual age group counselors. Before Ricky could walk away he felt a hand on his shoulder. A panic struck him, what if someone knew, and what could he do? It was the camp counselor who had given the speech. "I noticed you haven't been saying much, is something wrong?" the counselor asked. "No, I guess I am just quiet," Ricky replied with a faked laugh. "Well you'd tell me if there was, right?" "Yes." For the rest of the day thing s were normal of camp except Ricky had to make a short detour to the medical center on the way to archery. Things got a bit complex, however, when it came time to go swimming. He went into a stall and looked in the bag. It contained a towel and a Gabby's pool pant diaper. He pulled down his pants, untaped his current diaper and folded it and put it in the bag, pulled off his outer pants and pulled up the swim diaper. He was now ready for swimming. He exited the stall wearing nothing but the swim diaper. He put his bag in one of the unoccupied lockers, flung his towel over his shoulder and exited the changing room. To be continued...