Joe’s Life

By Shoeless Joe

	He awakened to the bright morning sun that shone through his 
window. A thought of getting out of bed and closing the blinds so 
he could go back to sleep entered his mind but quickly faded when 
he became aware of the wet diapers that encased his loins. He 
wasn’t about to get a diaper rash like he had the week before. As 
he rolled out of bed he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror 
on his wall. While taking a better look at himself in the mirror 
he laughed at what he had become, a 5ft.2in. seventeen year old in 
a baby blue T-shirt and a slightly sagging medium Attends brief 
(diaper) stuffed with two Pampers Baby Dry size diapers to keep 
the Attends from leaking. After taking in his infantile appearance 
he grasped the waistband of his saturated diapers pulled them up 
above his hips and proceeded to waddle to his stepmother's room.
	He knocked on her bedroom door and waited a moment before he 
heard her begin to get out of bed. She knew what that early 
morning knock on her door meant. She wondered if she had made the 
right choice letting Joe go back into diapers and she wondered how 
she would break the news to his father when he returned from his 
business trip in two months. Joe saw the handle on the door begin 
to turn and felt his heartbeat speed up. The anticipation of 
having his diapers changed was still very exciting for him even 
after three weeks of the routine. When the door opened he saw his 
stepmother's smiling face looking down at him. His stepmother was 
quite beautiful and he often wondered how his father had managed 
to get her to marry him. She stood 5ft. 11in. 130 lbs. with 
shoulder length blonde hair although she was tall and thin her 
body was curvaceous and breasts were nice perky c-cups.
	“Does my baby need his diapers changed?” she asked already 
knowing the answer. Joe nodded his head.
	“Well then let’s go get you changed, little one.” Bridget 
said as she held out her hand to Joe. Joe took her hand and let 
himself be led into the living room. As they walked hand in hand 
down the hallway Bridget smiled as she heard Joe’s diapers 
crinkling behind her. When they reached the living room Joe let go 
of her hand and lay on his back in front of the television on a 
Sesame Street towel that served as his changing pad. He felt his 
soggy diapers squish as he lay down. Alongside the towel were a 
bag of Attends, a large bag of Pampers, some baby wipes, baby 
powder, and a small garbage can that Bridget used as a diaper pail 
when changing Joe. Bridget stood above Joe and looked down at him 
lying there like a small infant for a second and then kneeled down 
beside him.
	First she looked at the stripes on the front of his diaper 
and noticed they were green. It took a lot of wetting to soak the 
Attends through the two baby diapers he was wearing. She then 
patted the front of his diaper and said, “My baby is awfully wet 
isn’t he?” Joe giggled. Bridget then pulled his shirt up to his 
chest and undid the tapes on Joe’s diaper. She pulled the front of 
his diaper down.
	“Lift up your tush, Hun,” she said softly to him. He then did 
so and the wet diaper was pulled out from underneath him. For a 
brief moment his hairless crotch was exposed to fresh air. It felt 
great. But not for long, Bridget quickly disposed of the diaper, 
wiped his diaper area with a baby wipe, sprinkled powder on him, 
covered his penis with two pampers, and slid an Attend under him. 
Joe then felt Bridget’s hand pat him on the Pampers which he knew 
meant he could relax and return his butt to the floor. As he 
lowered himself Bridget slid the backs of the Pampers between his 
butt and the Attend. Next she pulled up the front of the Attends 
and taped it on snuggly above Joe’s hips. Finally she patted the 
front of his diapers again and said, “All done baby, now why don’t 
you watch some television while I fix breakfast for us.”
	Bridgett stood up and walked to the kitchen to make herself 
some coffee and fix a bottle for Joe. Joe rolled over onto his 
hands and knees, his well-diapered butt sticking up into the air, 
pulled his shirt down over the top of his diapers, and crawled 
over to the couch. Once there he pulled the remote from between 
the cushions and turned on the TV. Joe then lay on his stomach and 
began changing the channels. Not much was on this Saturday morning 
except cartoons he had seen a hundred times and the news. He left 
it on the news so Bridget would have something to listen to in the 
kitchen. Joe wasn’t very interested in current events other than 
whether or not his diapers needed to be changed. So his mind began 
to drift. He thought back and tried to pinpoint the event that 
changed his life and made him want to live like a baby.

Joe’s Life Chp.2

	Joe’s earliest memory involving diapers happened when he was 
around four. Every day Joe’s mother would drop him off at a 
babysitter’s house on her way to work. Ms. Evelyn, the fifty-eight 
year old never- married babysitter, was a distant relative of 
Joe’s family. She took care of five or six small children during 
the day while their parents worked. Most of the time she was very 
pleasant and loving toward the children, but every so often when 
her hormones got out of whack or the planets would align Ms. 
Evelyn would become a completely different person for a day or two 
and exert her power over the children. Ms. Evelyn liked to bully 
and humiliate the older children during her mean streaks because 
she knew it would have a greater effect on them and would give her 
more of a feeling of power. At four Joe happened to be the oldest 
child there.
	“Have fun, Joey,” his mother called as she drove away from 
Ms. Evelyn’s house. Joe waved goodbye, took Ms. Evelyn’s hand, and 
entered the house. The day was pretty uneventful until lunchtime. 
At lunchtime Ms. Evelyn would sit all the children around the 
dining table and give the toddlers their food. She would 
personally feed the infants. While she was feeding the babies 
Will, a three-year-old, spilled his grape juice. This event is 
still vivid in Joe’s mind. He watched as the stream of juice 
headed toward the edge of the table like a river heading to the 
sea. When Joe saw the juice pour over the table’s edge he knew 
exactly where that waterfall of dark purple juice would land. Why 
Ms. Evelyn kept a priceless white Persian rug underneath a table 
where babies and toddlers ate no one knew. When the sound of the 
cup hitting the table reached Evelyn’s ears she dropped the spoon 
she was using to feed the last baby and her eyes shot in the 
direction of the overturned glass. She then stood up calmly and 
walked over to the puddle on the carpet. Her gaze went back and 
forth between Will and the damp purple stain on the carpet for a 
few seconds and then she spoke, her voice very clear over the 
sobbing of Will.
	“Well Will, I thought you were old enough to drink out of a 
glass like the other kids but I guess I was wrong. It looks like 
you need to be fed your lunch like the babies,” Evelyn said as she 
lifted Will from the small chair he was sitting him and put him 
back down in a high chair. Evelyn finished feeding the last baby 
and then went into the kitchen to get a jar of baby food and a 
bottle of formula for Will. When she returned she proceeded to tie 
a bib around Will’s neck and stick the nipple of the bottle 
between his lips. Will had no intention of fighting her and began 
to suck furiously on the nipple. He soon finished the bottle and 
was congratulated by Ms. Evelyn.
	“That’s a good baby finishing his ba ba for me, Now for your 
pears.” Joe and Steven, the only other children of coherent age 
stared at this spectacle in horror. After Evelyn finished feeding 
Will she led all the children into the playroom and went to clean 
up the juice. Around one o’clock she came back into the room and 
let the kids into the living room with her to watch television. 
Joe, Steven, and Will decided to play hide and go seek. Will was 
it first.
	“Ten,” Will announced. Joe watched as Steven ran behind the 
couch, Joe’s favorite hiding spot. “Nine,” Will called out. Joe 
had to think fast. He looked all around and not realizing the 
mistake he was about to make chose to hide beneath the dining room 
table. Joe crouched down under the table just as Will finished 
counting. He watched from between a pair of chair legs as Will 
quickly found Steven behind the couch. Will searched the living 
room as thoroughly as a three year old can. Joe was nowhere to be 
found. Meanwhile, under the table Joe was beginning to feel the 
effects of the juice he drank at lunch. He could feel the growing 
pressure in his bladder and knew he needed to use the bathroom but 
was not about to give up a prime hiding spot. Will decided to 
expand his search for Joe and began searching other the rooms in 
the house. Joe was starting to hope Will would find him so he 
could relieve himself. After nearly fifteen minutes of seeking, 
Will finally entered the dining room. Joe knew his bladder 
couldn’t hold out much longer. Will circled the table several 
times. Joe was very still; all his energy was concentrated on his 
bladder.
	“Gotcha!” Will yelled as he saw Joe from behind in a ball 
beneath the chair. Joe was startled by Will’s shout. As he crawled 
out from beneath the chair and stood up he felt warmth spreading 
between his legs. He looked down to assess the damage and saw a 
large, quickly expanding dark spot on his shorts. He could feel 
the stream of urine flowing from him into his pants but was 
powerless to stop it. Will saw the terrified expression of Joe’s 
face and learned the cause of it when he saw Joe try to cover his 
crotch with his hands. Will looked down and watched as Joe’s piss 
began to pour out from between his fingers and form a puddle on 
the carpet. When Will regained his senses he did what any kid does 
when they see someone pee their pants.
	“Joey peed his pants! Joey peed his pants!” Will ran straight 
to Ms. Evelyn screaming.
	“Where is he?” Evelyn inquired.
	“In da dining woom,” Will said with pride knowing he had done 
the right thing.
	“It looks like we’ve got another baby here today and this one 
seems to have lost his diapers and peed all over my carpet. Let’s 
get you cleaned up and into some dry diapers, little one,” She 
said without raising her voice. As soon as Joe heard the word 
diapers he began bawling. He turned to run away but before he 
could move he was swept up into the air. Ms. Evelyn carried him 
through the house holding him out with her hands under his 
armpits.
	“Oh no you’re dripping all through the house, baby, we better 
get you diapered before you pee all over yourself again.” Joe 
continued to cry all the way into the nursery. Evelyn laid him 
down on the changing table and fastened the belt around his waist. 
Joe began flailing his arms and legs until Ms. Evelyn said, “If 
you don’t stop squirming I’m going to have to spank you, and 
neither one of us want that.” Joe thought of his options: 1. Get 
spanked and put in diapers or; 2. Don’t get spanked but still get 
diapered. He went with choice two and spared the skin on his butt.
	“Good, I see you’re going to cooperate,” Ms. Evelyn removed 
all his clothes and said, "My, you are a big baby. I hope I have 
some diapers big enough for you.” She reached beneath the changing 
table and pulled out a large Pamper. She then powdered Joe, lifted 
his feet up, put the diaper under his butt, and lowered him back 
to the table. She was about to pull the diaper up between his legs 
and tape it when the phone rang. “I’ll be right back and finish 
changing you, baby,” she said leaving Joe laying there half-
diapered.
	“Hello”
	“Hi, this is Joe Jackson’s mother”
	“Oh hi Mrs. Jackson, what can I do for you?”
	“Well, me and Joe’s father decided to go out tonight and we 
were wondering if you could watch Joe for us till eleven?”
	“Sure, he’s an angel, it’s no problem”
	“Thanks a lot, you’re a real lifesaver, Evelyn”
	“Don’t mention it.”
	“O.K. I have to get back to work, see you at eleven.”
	“All right, bye Mrs. Jackson” Evelyn hung up the phone with a 
sinister grin on her face and returned to the nursery. Joe was 
still lying there waiting for his diaper to be put on all the way.
	Sorry I took so long, honey, let’s finish changing you. That 
was your mommy on the phone. She said she won’t be here till late 
tonight to pick you up,” she said as she smoothed down the front 
of Joe’s diaper and taped it into place. Joe was now terrified. 
While Evelyn had been on the phone all he could think of was his 
mother showing up and taking that diaper off him. Now his dream 
was shattered.
	“It looks like all these clothes are too small for a big baby 
like you so you’ll have to just go around in a diaper until your 
mommy can buy you some clothes.” She undid the belt on the table 
and lifted Joe up with her hands under his armpits facing her.
	“What a precious little baby you are. Now don’t take this 
diaper off, we wouldn’t want you having any more accidents.” She 
then slung Joe onto her hip and headed back to the living room. 
Just as she was leaving the nursery something caught her eye. 
“Ooh, this bonnet would look adorable on you, baby.” Evelyn picked 
the bonnet up off a table next to the door and set Joe on his 
diapered butt on the table. After tying the baby blue bonnet on 
him she smiled picked him up and resumed her trip to the living 
room. Once there she put Joe in a playpen with two other infants. 
Joe sat there with the two infants for what seemed like an 
eternity. Every few minutes Will or Steven would come by and ask 
if Joe needed to be changed or wanted a bottle then run off 
giggling. After an hour in the playpen Joe caught a whiff of 
something his nose instantly recognized, dirty diapers. He covered 
his nose and learned who the culprit was when Lauren, a nine month 
old began to cry. Ms. Evelyn quickly responded and took Lauren to 
the nursery to be changed. While she was gone Amanda, Joe’s other 
cellmate, started crying and smelling like shit. Ms. Evelyn 
returned with Lauren and traded her for Amanda.
	“Two down one to go,” Evelyn said with a grin. Joe knew he 
would have to go sooner or later and hoped it would be much later. 
He laid back and closed his eyes picturing himself sitting in the 
playpen with two babies and dumping a load in his diapers. The 
thought made him cringe. He hadn’t worn diapers in a year and a 
half and was not interested in going back. When Joe opened his 
eyes the playpen was empty. Apparently he had fallen asleep and 
the babies had been picked up. In fact all the kids were gone. It 
was just him and Evelyn.
	“You sure are a heavy sleeper, baby. It’s already dinnertime. 
Lets get you fed and then were going to the store.” Evelyn hoisted 
Joe out of the playpen and deposited him into a high chair. He was 
given a bottle, which he drank hesitantly and was then spoon-fed 
mashed peas, by an airplane. After that ordeal it was time to go 
grocery shopping. Before taking Joe out of the highchair Evelyn 
stuck two of her fingers through the leg openings of Joe’s diaper.
	"Looks like baby’s saving up his pee pee for one big flood,” 
she said before removing her fingers from the dry diaper. Joe was 
carried out to the car. When they reached the garage door Evelyn 
said “Oops, I almost forgot your diaper bag.” She took Joe out to 
the car and strapped him into a car seat that barely held him then 
went back inside to get his diaper bag. While waiting in the car 
Joe caught the first glimpse of himself in diapers in the rear 
view mirror. There he was a four-year-old strapped into a car seat 
wearing diapers and a baby bonnet. He looked down at his diapers 
and saw the strap from the car seat indenting their padding. He 
studied the diapers more closely and saw some teddy bears playing 
with blocks that spelled out baby, one of the few words his four-
year-old mind could read. He wanted to cry like the baby he 
appeared to be but fought off the tears. Then Ms. Evelyn returned 
and they were on their way to the store.

Joe’s Life Chp.3

	Joe knew he was a little small for his age, but not small 
enough to pass as a baby. The entire drive to the store all Joe 
could do was picture himself sitting in the shopping cart in his 
diapers and bonnet and being laughed at by everyone they passed in 
the supermarket. When he saw the supermarket in the distance he 
knew his nightmare was about to become a reality. Ms. Evelyn 
pulled into the parking lot and parked in a spot next to a cart. 
She got out of the car, walked around to the passenger’s side, and 
unbuckled Joe from the car seat. Before lifting him up she checked 
his diaper again.
	“If you can stay dry till we get back home I might just take 
this diaper off of you, baby,” she said as she transferred Joe 
from the car seat to the shopping cart. Evelyn and Joe made their 
way to the supermarket. As they entered the sliding glass doors 
they passed a woman and her three-year-old daughter.
	“Mommy, how come that baby is so big?” the girl asked.
	 That’s not a baby honey, it’s just a little boy who wears 
diapers like one,” Joe heard her say as they walked away. Joe felt 
so embarrassed he wanted to cry. He didn’t think things could get 
any worse, but of course they did. Joe felt another liquid his 
body wanted to get rid of. The urge to pee hit him like a ton of 
bricks. He knew there was no way he could hold it till they were 
done shopping. Ms. Evelyn took note of the uncomfortable look on 
his face and continued filling her cart. Joe tried desperately to 
keep from wetting himself as they entered the frozen food section 
he felt a little squirt of urine escape into his diaper. Luckily 
he was able to stop the stream quickly.
	As they left that section and enter another aisle the battle 
between Joe and his bladder ended. Joe released a torrent of piss 
into his diaper. His head turned down and stared at the diaper as 
he emptied his bladder into it. He felt the liquid cover his 
abdomen and then spread downwards. He felt the diaper become 
soggy, encasing him in a warm mush. And he smiled. He couldn’t 
believe it he almost enjoyed the feeling of being in wet diapers. 
He looked back up at Ms. Evelyn and she was gone. Joe turned 
around as best he could with his legs sticking out of the cart and 
saw Ms. Evelyn looking on a shelf at some baby formulas. Joe then 
turned to his right and saw a wall of diapers. He looked at the 
packages and saw all sizes and colors of happy babies clad only in 
their diapers. Joe began to wonder if diapers were bad after all.
	Then Ms. Evelyn returned to the cart. Evelyn pushed the cart 
two or three steps forward and then stopped dead in her tracks. 
The strong smell of urine coming from Joe’s diaper reached her 
nose. She slowly looked down at Joe, the grin on her face growing 
as her line of vision grew closer to Joe’s diaper. She then 
extended her hand to his obviously wet, sagging diaper and pressed 
her palm into Joe’s saturated crotch. Under the pressure of her 
hand a drop of urine squeezed out the left leg opening on the 
diaper and ran down Joe’s leg. Feeling the tickle of the droplet 
running down his leg Joe began kicking his legs trying to get it 
off. Evelyn took her hand off the wet diaper and turned the cart 
around.
	“We’d better get you changed. You really soaked your diaper 
and I’m sure the people who own the store don’t want baby pee 
dripping on their floor,” she said as she drove the cart towards 
the supermarket’s bathroom. Having released the liquid from his 
bladder he saw no reason why he should restrain the liquid from 
coming out of his eyes.
	Evelyn parked the cart outside the bathroom, picked the 
crying boy and his diaper bag up and carried them inside. The 
bathroom had a changing station inside but unfortunately it was in 
use by a woman and her eight-month-old daughter. Evelyn set Joe 
down next to a sink and struck up a conversation with the mother 
while she changed her baby. Joe was oblivious to what they said, 
as Evelyn set him down he felt himself fart. Joe always farted 
just before he was going to poop. He stopped crying and focused on 
the situation his bowels were now in. Should he just let go and 
shit his diapers or try and hold it and run the risk of having to 
be changed again. The decision was out of his hands unfortunately. 
He felt himself fart again and then he felt his feces escape and 
fill his diapers. He looked up and saw the mother carrying her 
baby out of the bathroom. As she walked past Joe she caught a 
whiff of his diapers and turned to Evelyn.
	"Looks like your baby has made a mess for you to clean up 
too,” and laughed quietly to herself as she left. Apparently 
Evelyn had told her why Joe was in diapers during their chat.
	"Is that true, baby? Did you mess your diaper, too?” Evelyn 
walked over and picked Joe up off the counter. “Woo, you’re a real 
stinker, baby,” she said as carried him to the changing tale. 
Evelyn put a towel down on the table before she laid Joe on his 
back. As she deposited him on the towel he felt the poop squish in 
his diaper and cover his butt.
	“Now hold still while I get you cleaned up and in a fresh 
diaper.” Evelyn undid the tapes on the diaper and released a 
putrid odor that made her cringe. She lifted Joe’s lower body by 
his feet, removed the diaper and then flipped him over so she 
could wipe the poop off of his butt. Just then a woman walked into 
the bathroom with her three-year-old son. When Joe heard the door 
open he looked over and saw them walk into a stall together 
without noticing him. Joe heard the mother congratulating her son 
on using the bathroom like a big boy. Meanwhile, Evelyn turned Joe 
back over, wiped his abdomen and penis with a baby wipe, and 
thoroughly powdered him. The woman and her son left the stall and 
walked over to the sink.
	"What’s that lady doin' to that little boy momma?” the boy 
asked as he noticed Joe lying on a table naked except for his baby 
bonnet while Evelyn put the dirty wipes into the soiled diaper and 
threw them away. The woman told her son.
	"It smells like he’s getting his diapers changed, honey. 
Thank God I don’t have to change your shitty... I mean poopy 
diapers anymore.” As they spoke Evelyn took a diaper out of the 
bag and opened it up. She lifted Joe by his ankles again, put the 
diaper under him, pulled it up between his legs, and taped it on 
tightly. Evelyn then walked over to the sink and washed her hands 
next to the woman and her son.
	"How old is your baby?” the woman asked as she lathered her 
hands up.
	"He’s not mine, but he’ll be five next month.”
	"Five-years-old and he’s still in diapers!? Has his mother 
even tried to potty train him?”
	"She thinks it’s cute and doesn’t want him to grow up.” Joe 
heard Evelyn’s blatant lies but was too frightened to say 
anything. The woman finished washing her hands, said good bye to 
Evelyn and left the bathroom with her son.
	“Maybe I should get some diapers for your mother. I’ve never 
seen a diaper as dirty as the one you just messed. It looks like 
you do need to be diapered like a baby.” Evelyn picked Joe up and 
carried him back out to the cart. She headed straight to the check 
out line, much to Joe’s delight. She paid for the groceries and 
they were on their way. Joe was surprised and relieved the cashier 
didn’t ask any questions about his appearance. When they got back 
to the car Evelyn put him back in the car seat and they drove 
home. When they arrived it was around eight o’clock and Joe had 
fallen asleep in the car seat. Evelyn gently took him out of it 
and carried him to a crib in the nursery. As she laid him down he 
awoke briefly and then fell back asleep. She then put the 
groceries away and returned to the nursery. Joe was out cold. She 
thought of what he might tell his parents. She figured they 
wouldn’t be to thrilled with what she had done so she decided to 
wash Joe’s clothes put them back on him and convince him it had 
been a dream. It wasn’t the most brilliant plan ever devised but 
Evelyn figured she could fool the four-year-old child with it.
	When Joe awoke he was laying on Ms. Evelyn’s couch. He put 
his hands on his head to see if the bonnet he had grown accustomed 
to was still there. After noting its absence he looked down and 
found a shirt where his bare chest had been. Finally his hands 
shot down to his crotch. No diapers. What had happened, he 
wondered. Wasn’t he dressed as an infant just a minute ago and 
wasn’t he in a crib. Could it have been a dream? Joe heard the 
doorbell ring and saw Ms. Evelyn get up and walk to the door. She 
opened it and let Joe’ parents in. Joe wondered what his parents 
would do if he told them the story he was beginning to doubt even 
took place, and if he did what if his mother thought Evelyn had 
done the right thing. He decided to just be glad he wasn’t in 
diapers now.
	Joe heard the phone ring and his thoughts were brought back 
to the present.
	“Hello...Oh, hi sis...Really you’re in town...Sure you can 
come over, right now it’s just me and Ronald’s son he...All right, 
see you soon.” Bridget hung up the phone and walked into the 
living room, a cup of coffee in one hand and Joe’s bottle in the 
other. She handed Joe the bottle and sat down on the couch behind 
him.
	“That was Cindy on the phone she’s going to be coming over 
soon.” Cindy was Bridget’s twenty-one year-old sister. Joe had 
spent time with her on a few occasions but not since his recent 
lifestyle change. She looked like a younger shorter version of 
Bridget and Joe found her very attractive. He wondered how she 
would react to his new appearance.
	“Bridget?”
	"What is it, babe?”
	"Did you tell Cindy about... you know?”
	"What, that you have a crush on her?” Bridget looked at the 
shocked expression on Joe’s face and began laughing. “Yes, Joe, I 
told her about your diapers a week or two ago.”

Joe's Life Chp.4

	"That's not a problem, is it babe?"
	"As long as she doesn't make fun of me, she won't will she?"
	"Of course not hun, she likes you and she likes taking care 
of babies even more than me, so why would she care?"
	"But I'm not a real baby."
	"Tell me that again next time I'm changing your diapers and 
you squirt me with your little fire hose," Bridget said as she 
looked down at Joe lying on the carpet with his huge white 
diapered ass sticking up in the air and his bottle inches away 
from his lips. Joe began to turn red and stuck the nipple of his 
bottle between his lips. As he nursed the bottle he thought back 
to the last time he had seen Cindy. It was the day of his father 
and Bridget's wedding, one year earlier."
	So, I guess you're my step nephew now, Joe. Maybe you should 
start calling me Aunt Cindy."
	"If that's what you want," Joe responded.
	"God Joe, lighten up I'm only three and a half years older 
than you, I was just kidding."
	"Oh, sorry."
	"Let's go see if the bartender will serve us drinks." Cindy 
said taking Joe's hand.
	"Two vodka and tonics," she said to the bartender.
	"You kids have to have I.D., sorry." Cindy and Joe walked 
away defeated.
	"This is bullshit," Cindy said as she looked around the 
building at everyone drinking away and having a good time. Then 
she saw a group of her sister's friends in the corner of the room 
sitting around a table, all of them with babies. "
	You realize, Joe, were the only people at this wedding out of 
diapers who can't drink," Joe laughed as he remembered buying 
himself adult diapers the previous week and how he had diapered 
himself each night that week before he went to bed.
	"I guess we'll have to find something else to do."
	"Like what?" Joe asked.
	"Can you dance?"
	"No."
	"Well I guess were going to have to just talk to each other 
that doesn't sound so bad, does it?"
	"Sounds fine to me," Joe and Cindy went over to an empty 
table and sat down. "You're a sophomore in college right, Cindy?"
	"Yeah, I'm majoring in Psychology. What do you want to take 
when you go to college, Joe?"
	"I'm not really sure but probably something to do with 
science. How did you decide on Psychology?"
	"I've spent my whole life trying to figure out what's going 
through other peoples minds so I figured I might as well get paid 
to do it." Joe's eyes caught a glimpse of Cindy's erect nipples 
protruding through her dress and pictured himself sitting on her 
lap in nothing but his diapers sucking on her perfect breasts.
	"Are you any good at reading peoples minds?"
	"Yes, right now you're wondering if I know what you were just 
thinking about. Since you're a teenaged male, and I'm a beautiful 
woman, I'm guessing it was some sexual fantasy involving me. But 
since I don't know you very well I can't be very specific about 
the fantasy other than that it probably involved my breasts since 
I saw you just take a look at my nipples. Am I right?"
	"Actually I wanted to know if you wanted to wear my jacket 
since you looked cold."
	"Oh." Cindy said as they both began to laugh.
	Joe finished his bottle and crawled onto the couch putting 
his head in Bridget's lap and laying down. "That's a good baby, 
finishing his bottle for Bridget." She said as she stroked his 
hair. Joe stared at the television and smiled enjoying the 
feelings of Bridget's fingers in his hair and the warm milk in his 
stomach. Joe watched the newscasters but paid no attention to what 
they said. He then saw the screen go black and he knew that meant 
they were about to show commercials. The first commercial tried to 
get Joe to buy a car from Crazy Harold. The second one wanted him 
to buy deodorant. Then in the third commercial he saw a young 
child lifting up a potty seat and shaking his head. Then a doctor 
came on and said something about letting your baby decide when to 
start potty training. The child then ran up to his smiling mother 
wearing only his diapers. She changed his diaper smiling all the 
while and then the doctor came back on and said " New Pampers
	Baby Dry size 6 for toddlers that aren't ready for training 
just yet. Bridget looked down at Joe and remarked, "maybe they'll 
come out with Pampers size 10 someday for teenagers that aren't 
quite ready to use the toilet." Joe knew she was just joking with 
him so he wasn't insulted, he just looked up at her and said,
	"Maybe they'll let us be in the commercial together, 
Bridget."
	"Joe, have you thought about what do you want to do when 
school starts up again?"
	"Yeah, and I have no idea what to do."
	"Do you think you can still control yourself or do you really 
need the diapers now."
	"Of course I can control myself." Joe said some what 
offended.
	"It's just that you've been in diapers full time for almost a 
month now," as Bridget said that Joe felt a little stream of urine 
escape from his penis. Bridget saw a strange look appear on his 
face. Joe began to concentrate on not wetting his diapers to prove 
to himself that he still had control over his bladder. "What is it 
Joe?"
	"Nothing." Joe felt another squirt escape.
	"Are you wetting yourself right now?"
	"No!"
	"Then what is it?"
	"Just leave me alone Bridget." As soon as those words left 
Joe's mouth he felt his bladder empty completely and that all too 
familiar warmth spread throughout his diaper. Bridget watched a 
look of terror come into Joe's eyes.
	"Joe I know you just wet your diaper. You don't have to lie."
	"What are you talking about?"
	"Am I going to have to start checking your diapers like you 
were an infant Joe?" Bridget reached down and put two fingers in 
the somewhat frilly elastic leg holes of his diaper. She found 
exactly what she expected. As she removed her fingers Joe began to 
cry like the baby he appeared to be. " Why did you lie to me Joe?" 
Between infantile sobs Joe managed to say, "I'm sorry...I thought 
I could hold it...and when I peed myself I was ashamed."
	"It's O.K. baby don't cry I'm sorry I made fun of you." 
Bridget wiped the tears from Joe's eyes and began to stroke his 
hair once again. Joe calmed down and collected himself. He 
adjusted his slightly wet diaper and closed his eyes to try and 
take a nap. Once Bridget was sure Joe was asleep she replaced her 
lap with a pillow and took her empty coffee mug and Joe's empty 
bottle to the kitchen. She was a little worried about Joe. He 
hadn't left the house in the three weeks since he started wearing 
diapers 24 hrs a day, and he was apparently losing control of his 
bladder completely. She hoped Cindy would be able to help him in 
some way. Ten minutes later the doorbell rang. Joe slept through 
it.

Joe's Life Chp.5

	"Wow, you weren't kidding were you," said Cindy as she stared 
at the biggest baby boy she had ever seen.
	"Did I do the right thing going along with what he wanted?"
	"I'm not really sure, I've never seen any reports on a 
situation like this. Does he seem happy to you?"
	"He loves it when I treat him like an infant, every now and 
then he'll throw a tantrum but not nearly as often as a real 
baby."
	"Does he use the diapers?"
	"If by use you mean pissing and shitting in them then the 
answer is yes."
	"And do you change him or does he do it himself?"
	"I change him just like I would any other baby."
	"Does he ever get an erection while your doing it?"
	"No. Of course not," Bridget responded somewhat disgusted.
	"Well that's good at least he isn't getting anything sexual 
out of it."
	"Me changing or bathing Joe is no different than any mother 
caring for her baby."
	"Except that he's seventeen years old, not seventeen months 
old, Bridget."
	"Just spend a couple days here and then tell me what you 
think I should do with him. All right Cindy."
	"Oh don't worry I wouldn't miss an opportunity to study a 
case like this for anything."
	"Cindy, I know how weird this situation must look to you, but 
I love Joe and his father so try and show a little compassion."
	Cindy nodded to her sister in agreement and
	walked over to Joe's changing station in front of the 
television. Once there, she looked into the diaper pail.
	"I see baby's already had one changing today. How many 
diapers does he go through every day."
	"Around five Attends and ten Pampers."
	"Pampers?"
	"Yeah I put them inside the Attends so they'll hold more, and 
Joe likes them because they make his diapers thicker like a real 
baby's."
	Joe eyes opened slowly to the sight of the two women talking 
in front of the television. As he sat up the crinkling of his 
diapers caught their attention and they turned toward him. " Did 
you have a nice nap Joe?" Bridget asked and was answered by a 
groggy nod of Joe's head. Cindy walked over to the couch and sat 
down next to Joe.
	"Long time no see Joe...Hmm you look a little different," she 
said as she put her arm around his shoulder and began looking him 
up and down with a huge grin on her face. "Did you get a hair cut? 
No that's not it. Have you gotten taller? No, that's not it 
either. Help me out here, Joe." Cindy was the first person other 
than Bridget that had seen him in diapers. He wondered how he 
would react when someone else saw him. To his surprise he felt 
very comfortable.
	"Do you think it might be these diapers I'm wearing Cindy?" 
Joe questioned.
	"Oh yes that's right I guess you didn't wear diapers the last 
time I saw you, it must have slipped my mind." The two of them 
laughed momentarily, until a muffled fart coming from Joe's diaper 
interrupted them. Joe knew that fart meant he was about to have a 
bowel movement so he decided to try and empty his bladder out too. 
Cindy patted him on the crotch of his diaper and said, " Awwh, is 
baby gassy? It sounds like he just made a little toot in his 
dydee." As Cindy's hand touched his diaper his bladder began to 
empty into it. Cindy felt the diaper become noticeably warmer and 
left her hand on it. " Uh oh now baby's making wee wee in his 
dypees." As she said that Joe felt his shit start to ooze out into 
the seat of his diaper and spread all over his butt. Joe began to 
squirm and Cindy was about to ask him what was wrong when the 
smell hit her nose.
	"Baby. . . did you just mess your diaper too? Because it sure 
smells like it." Cindy leaned Joe forward and pulled back the 
waistband on the back of his diaper. " Pee Yuu, I think your mommy 
had better get you changed out of these shitty diapers.
	"Come here Joe," Bridget said with her arms outstretched. Joe 
stood up and was smacked on his padded ass by Cindy.
	As he waddled over to Bridget his soaked and badly soiled 
diaper crept further and further down his hips. For a moment Joe 
thought they were going to fall completely of so he grabbed a side 
of the waist with each hand and continued to walk with
	his legs spread widely to accommodate the mass of wet diapers 
between them. Cindy got up and went to the bathroom while Bridget 
changed Joe. Cindy returned from the bathroom a couple minutes 
later just in time to see Bridget tape Joe's diaper into place. 
Joe looked up at Cindy and noticed she had changed also. She was 
now wearing a rather skimpy pink string bikini. Joe was 
mesmerized. " I've got to go to the store and get some more 
diapers for Joe do you mind watching him while I'm gone?"
	"Not at all he can come lay by the pool with me. How does 
that sound babe?"
	Joe went from lying flat on his back to standing at Cindy's 
side in a blink of an eye.
	"All right you two be good while I'm gone." Bridget said as 
she walked out the door. As soon as the door closed Cindy turned 
to Joe and pulled his shirt off over his head.
	"Looks like you need a tan even worse than I do baby." Joe 
looked straightforward and realized the top of his head barely 
came up to the five foot nine beauty's chin. Cindy looked down and 
noticed this fact too. Looking at Joe's unimpressive frame Cindy 
guessed he couldn't weigh more than a hundred and five pounds. " 
Ok baby time to go to the pool, Oh you don't have any shoes on 
you'd better let me carry you." Cindy proceeded to lean over, put 
her hands on Joe's butt, and lift him up almost effortlessly. Joe 
was awestruck as Cindy lifted him off the ground and he 
instinctively wrapped his legs around her waist. As Cindy carried 
Joe out to the pool she felt the plastic cover of his diaper rub 
against her bare stomach. She also felt the strain in her arms, 
which was less than she had expected, and decided that Joe 
probably only weighed a hundred pounds at most. Cindy had a little 
trouble opening the back door with Joe in her arms but managed. 
Once at the pool she set Joe down on a lawn chair and laid herself 
down on the one next to him. A six-foot high wooden fence 
surrounded the back yard so Joe wasn't worried about anyone seeing 
him lying there in nothing but diapers. " You really like this 
whole baby thing don't you Joe?"
	"I guess so."
	"You aren't embarrassed by me seeing you diapered like an 
infant. Or pissing and shitting your pants like one."
	"Does it bother you, Cindy?"
	"I think it's a little weird but I guess it doesn't bother 
me."
	"Well then why should I be embarrassed, it feels great being 
cared for like a baby. I don't have any worries. Someone feeds me 
when I'm hungry. Somebody cleans me when I'm dirty. If I feel 
scared or sad someone holds me. I don't even have to worry about 
getting up to go to the bathroom I just let it rip whenever I feel 
like it. And with you around I guess I don't even have to walk any 
more."
	"Don't get too used to that, you may be light, but I'm not 
ready to carry a hundred pound baby around all day."
	"A hundred and five pounds, thank you."
	"Is that with or with out your dydees on?"
	"Shut up." The two laid in the sun for about fifteen minutes 
before Cindy stood up and said,
	"I'm gonna get in the pool and cool off, care to join me?"
	"Sure." Joe stood up and began to move towards the pool 
before being stopped by Cindy, who patted the front of his diaper 
and said,
	"You can't get in with these on babe, you'll sink like a 
rock. Babies don't wear anything when they go swimming, silly."
	"Then I guess I'll pass." Joe said as he turned back around 
and returned to the lawn chair.
	"Suit yourself," Cindy replied as she dove into the clear 
water. Joe felt his diaper start to become saturated with sweat 
and wanted badly to get in the water, but he wanted to avoid Cindy 
seeing his quite unimpressive equipment for as long as possible. 
Joe had never been very well endowed but while wearing diapers all 
the time for nearly a month he had watched his penis take on an 
even more infantile appearance, now barely an inch and a half long 
and quite thin. Sometimes when Bridget was changing him he would 
look down and see nothing but the head sticking out. After a few 
minutes of swimming Cindy got out of the pool and asked Joe if he 
wanted something to drink. She went back in the house and returned 
a few moments later with two large glasses of ice water. She 
handed one to Joe and lay back down. " You don't mind if I get a 
little sun on my boobs, do you Joe?"
	"Of course not." With that said Cindy undid her top and 
exposed her perfect breasts to the sun. Joe tried to act 
unimpressed at the sight of her breasts but didn't notice his jaw 
hanging open for a few seconds.

Joe's Life Chp.6

Joe’s Life Chp.6

	As Cindy turned and smiled at the gawking boy lying a few 
feet away from her Joe lifted the glass of water to his parted 
lips and emptied the large glass.
	“God Joe, you look like you’ve never seen a woman’s breasts 
before. I figured Bridget let you suckle on hers all the time."Joe 
shook his head. "Why don’t you come over here on my lap and have a 
closer look at them.”
	Joe jumped up pulled up his sweaty diaper and walked to where 
Cindy was lying. As he began to sit down he was halted by Cindy’s 
outstretched arm on his chest. "Not so fast, babe, let me make 
sure you’re not gonna leak on me.”
	Joe hated having his diapers checked, especially after his 
little incident with Bridget earlier that day, he was mature 
enough to tell someone when he was wet. But before he could 
protest Cindy inserted her fingers in the legs of his diaper 
causing him to squirm and turn red from embarrassment.
	“You’re just a little damp but you’d better not leak on me.”
	“That’s just sweat," Joe defensively responded, still not 
feeling completely comfortable around Cindy.
	"Sure it is, babe," Cindy pulled Joe down onto her lap and 
gave him a little kiss on the forehead. The next thing Joe knew 
Cindy was guiding her right breast toward his mouth.
	“Go ahead, don’t be shy, all babies should have a little 
titty." As Joe felt the nipple enter his mouth he was in heaven. 
He began suckling like an infant who hadn’t eaten in a week. Cindy 
smiled as she watched the enormous baby in her lap suckling at her 
breast. As Joe continued to suck happily Cindy began running the 
fingers of her right hand up and down Joe’s bare back from the 
base of his neck to the waist band of his diapers. With her left 
hand she massaged her free nipple. For the first time in almost a 
month Joe began to feel himself getting an erection. The sensation 
of his tiny penis pushing into the thick slightly damp padding of 
his diapers drew his attention away from the pleasure in his 
mouth. A new part of Joe’s body became stimulated when Cindy took 
his hand and guided it to her brown tanned thigh. She began moving 
Joe’s hand up and down her leg and then released his hand and let 
him take over. Joe hesitantly moved his hand further and further 
up her leg.
	“Don’t be afraid Joe just do what ever feels natural." Joe 
felt like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders or a soiled 
diaper had been removed from his crotch. Joe brushed his hand 
lightly across Cindy’s inner thigh. His next move was to untie the 
thong strings keeping her last bit of clothing on. As Cindy felt 
her bikini release she pulled Joe’s head away from her breast and 
kissed him deeply. Joe began massaging the loins of the naked 
goddess before him causing her to moan in pleasure.
	Cindy returned the favor by vigorously rubbing the front of 
Joe’s diaper. Joe felt the glass of water he drank minutes earlier 
begin to fill his bladder. He was a little scared after his 
uncontrolled wetting earlier that afternoon. Joe tensed up a 
little and Cindy noticed. She responded by disengaging their kiss.
	“What’s a matter babe? If you’re wet let me know, I don’t 
want baby pee dripping all over me," Cindy said between moans of 
pleasure as she smiled at Joe. Before he could answer Cindy 
resumed the passionate kiss and rubbed his diaper with renewed 
vigor. As she did Joe felt himself begin to orgasm shooting his 
infantile load into his diaper. Joe let up on his stimulation of 
Cindy’s clitoris.
	“Don’t stop, Joe," Cindy yelped causing Joe to resume, 
bringing her to orgasm seconds later.
	Joe collapsed on top of Cindy and the two lied in the sun 
together basking in their shared pleasure. After a few seconds of 
Joe laying atop her with his diaper pressed against her abdomen 
Cindy rolled the light boy off of her onto his side next to her on 
the lawn chair.
	“Did you enjoy that, baby?" Cindy asked as she tied her 
bikini back on and looked around for her top. "That was great," 
Joe said smiling ecstatically. Cindy watched as his smile 
disappeared and his face turned bright red. Joe felt his diapers 
become warm and wet. The stream continued to flow no matter how 
hard he tried to stop it. Cindy guessed what was happening and 
placed her hand on the front of his diaper feeling the hot urine 
soak into it.
	“Awwh, I got baby so excited he peed his little pampers," 
Cindy finished putting her top back on and stood up. "Come on, 
let’s get baby into some nice dry didees before his momma gets 
back." Cindy lifted Joe up once again and carried the wet teenager 
back inside.

Joe’s Life Chp.7

	Joe tried to assess the events that had just taken place 
beside the pool as his delicate frame was carried in the 
surprisingly strong, somewhat maternal, grasp of Cindy’s arms. His 
sexual encounter with this beautiful young goddess had been 
spoiled by the realization that he could no longer control his 
bladder. Maybe he had crossed the point of no return into his 
fantasy world. He had never really given much thought to the 
future when he began his campaign toward getting Bridget to treat 
him as a baby. His mind drifted back to the scheme he had used 
months earlier to bring his fantasies into the stark reality which 
he now inhabited. In his early teens Joe began to realize his 
disposition towards diapers. He didn’t understand what it was that 
drove him to search through magazines for diaper advertisements or 
the feeling he would get when a commercial for diapers would come 
on TV He couldn’t comprehend why he wanted to be those babies 
running around in their diapers and being changed by doting 
mothers. His fantasies weren’t solely manifested in the day they 
also came to light in his dreams. He would dream of being sent to 
school in a diaper or of being changed in public places as 
onlookers laughed at him and would then awake covered in semen. He 
thought he was terribly strange and all alone with his desires to 
be back in diapers. Joe’s eyes were opened the first time he used 
the Internet and quickly learned he was anything but alone in his 
desires. He read countless stories, some supposedly true and 
others pure fantasies not unlike his own. Although he knew he was 
not alone he wasn’t sure he liked the company he shared his fate 
with. He learned of theories on why he wanted to return to infancy 
and could relate to them but he still wasn’t happy. Joe decided 
that he needed to do something drastic. His father would be 
leaving on business for five months and he would be living with 
his stepmother Bridget. He had read some stories of how people had 
gotten their parents to diaper them and he was determined to try 
for himself. The first offensive in his battle to return to 
diapers he decided would take place at the movies.
	“Bridget, I’m taking you to the movies today. My treat, we 
can see any thing you want,” Joe announced out of the blue one 
Saturday afternoon.
	“Okay Joe that sounds like fun let me just get ready real 
quick.” Within the hour the two were seated in a darkened theatre. 
Joe quickly downed his large soda and could already feel it 
straining his bladder. he wasn’t sure if he was about to do the 
bravest or stupidest thing he had ever done but he did know he was 
leaving his seat to pee. Joe began trying to make himself pee as 
he had done so many times into the diapers he would sometimes get 
the courage to purchase from local drug stores. At first a tiny 
stream shot into hi pants and then the dam broke he felt his pant 
become drenched in warm piss and soon the sound of his urine 
dripping onto the floor became apparent.
	Bridget looked around confused for a moment until she saw 
tears running down Joe’s face and as the screen brightened 
momentarily she was astonished at Joe’s sodden lap. To make sure 
what she thought had just happened had really happened she reached 
out and touched his pee-soaked clothing and was hocked a second 
time when her fingers registered the wetness.
	“Let’s get out of here, Joe,” Bridget whispered into his ear. 
“ Hold this popcorn bag over your pants, O.K.” Joe wiped the tears 
from his face and complied. As they exited the theatre only a few 
chuckles reached Joe’s ears but he didn’t mind he knew he was one 
step closer to fulfilling his fantasy.
	“Are you all right Joe? It isn’t normal for seventeen year 
olds to piss their pants like babies.” At the sound of those words 
tears returned to Joe’s eyes. “ I’m sorry Bridget I don’t know 
what happened. I haven’t done that since I was a toddler” Joe 
struggled to say as he wept like a small child.
	“It’s all right, let’s just get you home and into some dry 
clothes and we can forget this ever happened.” Bridget said with a 
motherly smile as she wiped the tears from Joe’s face. Joe debated 
over whether his next step should be another daytime wetting or if 
he should wet the bed that night. He couldn’t decide, so he went 
with both. He set his alarm clock so he could awaken early the 
next morning and deliberately wet the bed. As he was roused from 
sleep by the blare of his alarm clock he almost got out of bed and 
went to the bathroom to relieve himself but then his groggy mind 
remembered that he could go right where he lay. with out much 
hesitation Joe began to wet his bed. For a moment he felt bad for 
all the children who tried to avoid doing what he was now engaged 
in but it quickly passed as he finished urinating and went to 
break the news to a sleeping Bridget. Bridget was startled awake 
by a knock at her door and upon opening it she couldn’t believe 
what waited for her on the other side. The crying boy before her 
clad only in a pair of soaking wet boxers left her speechless.
	“I ...had another ...accident ...I’m sorry Bridget.” Bridget 
then held Joe in her arms and said.
	“It’s O.K., Hun, let’s get you cleaned up, don’t cry, babe.” 
Bridget sent Joe into the bathroom with a dry pair of boxers and 
began cleaning up his wet sheets. When she finished she approached 
Joe and said, “ Are you feeling sick Joe? Maybe we should take you 
to the doctor.”
	“ I’m fine, I just had a couple accidents, that’s all,” Joe 
said trying to seem angry.
	“Well if this keeps up were going to have to do something, 
It’s just not normal for a boy your age to wet himself.”
	“I’m sorry ...I just can’t control it. I don’t know what’s 
wrong.”
	The tense moment passed and things returned to normal for a 
few hours. Joe realized it was time for his next move as he sat on 
the couch next to Bridget later that day. Joe waited until a 
commercial for baby diapers finished on the television and then 
wet himself for the third time. Bridget was not amused.
	“What are you doing!” Answering her own question Bridget 
then, in a fit of anger and shock, yelled, “ Stop it, you're 
wetting the couch like a baby. If you don’t quit pissing yourself 
I’m going put you in diapers like one so you don’t ruin any more 
of your clothes of the furniture.” Bridget stood up and walked 
over to the phone as Joe began crying while he sat in a puddle of 
urine.
	“Yes, I need to speak to Dr. Jenkins ...I’m sorry to call you 
on a weekend but my son is having some serious problems ...Well, 
he keeps wetting his pants ...Seventeen ...No, years ...No he’s 
not sick at all ...The last two days ...When can I bring him in to 
see you ...Yes, Wednesday will be fine ...What should I do about 
his accidents till then ...You want me to put a seventeen year-old 
in diapers? ...”
	Joe eyes lit up as her heard Bridget say the word “diapers”, 
“ I don’t think he’ll go along with it, but you’re right, it is 
better than him wetting his pants ...O.K. We’ll see you Wednesday 
doctor, Goodbye.” Bridget hung up the phone and walked back to 
where Joe sat still in his own piss but no longer crying.
	“I just talked to the doctor and he said that you should 
probably wear an adult undergarment until we can see him on 
Wednesday.”
	Joe felt himself being released from Cindy’s arms and placed 
on his soggy diapered butt.
	“Time to get my itty bitty baby out of his wet little 
didees,” Cindy said in a voice reserved for speaking to infants 
before kissing Joe on the forehead.

Joe’s Life Chp. 8

	As Cindy was discovering that the bag of pampers was empty 
Joe felt the remaining contents of his bladder escape into his, 
still warm from his previous wetting, diapers. Cindy watched him 
writhe on the floor, as if he were an infant still struggling with 
the mere task of turning over on their own. Before she could 
inform him of the diaper shortage they were both startled by the 
opening of the front door. Bridget entered carrying a few large 
bags from various stores. After setting a couple bags down in the 
kitchen she headed to the living room with pampers under one arm 
and attends beneath the other.
	“You’re not gonna have much luck changing a baby without his 
diapers Cindy,” Bridget said smiling at her sister and stepson. 
“Why don’t you go get some clothes on and I’ll take care of this 
little stinker.” As Bridget knelt down between Joe’s legs and tore 
open the fresh bag of pampers, Joe remembered the first time 
Bridget diapered him.
	After her talk with the doctor Bridget took his advice and 
headed to the store to purchase adult diapers for Joe. Upon her 
return and Joe’s staged refusal to put on a diaper, Bridget 
quickly lost her temper. “ I’m sorry, Joe, but this isn’t up for 
discussion. You are going to wear this diaper until I can take you 
to the doctor,” Bridget said with her voice slightly raised and 
her arm outstretched towards Joe with a diaper in hand. Joe 
crossed his arms and turned his back to Bridget like a pouting 
toddler.
	“I’m giving you one more chance and then I’m putting it on 
you myself!” After a few seconds and no reaction from Joe, Bridget 
was completely fed up. To Joe’s astonishment she grabbed his 
shoulder and spun him around. Then without warning she smacked him 
hard across the face. Joe felt tears start to well up in his eyes. 
Through the tears he watched Bridget pull down the same sweat 
pants he had wet hours earlier exposing his piss-stained briefs.
	“I guess my little man wasn’t quite ready for big boy pants 
yet. That’s all right, I’ll just get you out of these wet panties 
and back into some nice dry diapers were you belong.” With his 
sweat pants removed Bridget pulled his underwear down to his 
ankles in one fluid motion.
	“Stop covering yourself up. From the looks of it I’m going to 
be changing you for a while so you’d better get used to me seeing 
your little pee pee.” Joe removed his hands from his genitals. 
Upon seeing them Bridget looked Joe up and down just to make sure 
this wasn’t really a baby she was about to diaper. With her hand 
firmly grasped around Joe’s arm she led him to the couch and laid 
him down on it. The next thing Joe knew Bridget’s hands were 
lifting his lower body up by the ankles and sliding the huge 
diaper under his butt. She then pulled the diaper up between his 
legs and taped it tightly in place.
	“There we go, one baby boy back in his diapers where he 
belongs, until he can hold his wee wee in like a big boy.” Bridget 
got her first good look at Joe in diapers as he lay there on the 
couch. As she thought of how embarrassed he must have been she 
began to feel awful for making fun of him like that.
	“I shouldn’t have called you a baby, Joe. I’m sorry. I wish 
you didn’t have to wear that diaper, but the way you’ve been 
acting the last few days you really need to.” Bridget saw the 
bottle of baby powder on the table next to the couch and realized 
she hadn’t put any on Joe. She lifted it up and said, “ Next time 
I’ll have to remember to put some talc on you.” Joe liked how she 
said talc instead of baby powder to let him retain a little 
dignity and he also liked that she implied she would be changing 
him again.
	Bridget set the bottle of baby powder down and rubbed it into 
Joe soft hairless pubic area. Joe’s worries seemed to melt away as 
Bridget literally pampered him. “ All done sweetie,” Bridget 
announced as she tickled Joe belly button. “ I hope you and Cindy 
got along all right while I was gone.” “
	"Oh we did,” announced Cindy as she returned to the living 
room freshly dressed.” In fact we're going to go shopping together 
tonight.”
	“ Good, it’ll do you some good to get out of the house Joe,” 
Bridget said to Joe very surprised to hear that he was going to 
leave the house. From the look she saw on his face he was 
apparently surprised too.