Millennium Baby It was a cold winter's New Year's Eve. Christmas had already come and gone and I still had one week until school with no homework. My parents were still sleeping for it was only 8:20am. I decided to go on the Internet and check out my favourite newsboard. This newsboard. There are always great stories I love to read. I have already written one myself as well. This newsboard helped me to accept myself and who I am. I also went to other sites with nifty pictures and stories. I was quite tired this morning and I almost fell asleep on the keyboard. I decided to go back to bed. Little did I know, but I had forgotten to delete my history! I went up to bed thinking that I did. I then got up at around 10:30am. It was a good sleep and I felt great. I was going to go on the computer, but my mom was on doing work (as usual), so I went to watch some television. WWF Livewire on TNN was almost over and I just watched the end of it. My mom then got off the computer and I went on MSN Messenger to talk to my buds. My mom walked in and told me she was going out and asked me if I wanted to be dropped off at my friend's place. I said "Sure". I went to my friend's house and played video games. I decided to stay there for lunch. It was hard convincing my mom, but I finally was able to. After awhile I wanted to go on the computer at my place. I went home at around 3:30pm. I went on the computer to some of my favourite diaper sites. When I went to delete the history, I noticed that the stuff I was looking at in the morning was still there. I HAD FORGOTTEN TO DELETE IT! I hoped that my mom didn't check the history earlier. The rest of the day was quite boring and uneventful. I am an only child and I didn't feel like doing anything special for New Year's. My dad was in Vancouver on business and wouldn't be back for another week, so it was just my mother and I for New Year's. We went in the family room to watch countdowns to the new Millennium (The real Millennium, 2001). As the last minute approached, my mother came and sat beside me. We counted down from 20. Then it came 10. 10 Seconds to the new Millennium! We counted down getting louder each second. 3! 2!! 1!!! I jumped up in the air, "YAY!" I screamed with Joy. This Is So Cool!" My mother me down, looked at me, and shoved a Pacifier into my mouth! My eyes went wide open with glee, and frightfulness. I didn't say anything. She took me by the hand and led me upstairs. Still, neither of us said a word. She opened the door to the spare room. I was shocked again to see a Crib that I could fit into, a changing table, and a large dresser. and a large playpen that I also could fit into. It was such a sight. I looked at my mom. Then she finally said something, "Go look into the drawers." I went over to the dresser and opened the first drawer. There were 4 pacifiers, 3 bottles with neat designs, and baby powder. The next drawer had about 30 disposable diapers that could fit me with neat little baby prints on them! I looked at my mom and she was smiling at me. The next drawer had even more disposable diapers! Again around thirty. My boner was so big at this moment. The next drawer revealed many cloth diapers again that would fit me. I still had more drawers to look in. The next one had 4 pairs of plastic pants. The next drawers revealed baby clothes once again that would fit me such as sleepers, a shirt that you put on that you strap at the bottom in between your legs and some of my cloths from my room like my Marilyn Manson shirts and stuff. I looked at my mom, ran up to her and hugged her. She said to me words that was music to my ears, "Jason, Honey, it is ok. I saw your sites on the Internet when I was checking the history. Like dad always says, `The world is a big place with many people. The world would be boring if everyone was the same.' Now, Jason honey, go strip down and hop onto the changing table. I did so first taking of my shirt, then my pants, then my socks and boxers. "Disposable or cloth, hun?" Mother asked. "Disposable, please," I replied with glee. Mom grabbed a disposable diaper, and baby powder from the dresser. She unfolded the diaper, and lifted up my bum. She placed the diaper and me and turned me over. She sprinkled some powder on my bum and turned me around to only be greeted by a very erect penis. She then sprinkled and rubbed the powder in my frontal diaper area. Mother then smiled at me and I smiled back. She taped the diaper up. It was a perfect fit! Every minute of this I loved. She then went into the drawer and grabbed a footed sleeper with a bunny on the front and a flap on the rear. She told me to stand up, to which I did, and she put on the baby blue sleeper with the bunny on the front. It fit me perfectly and I was very comfortable. "Wait here honey," Mom said as she went downstairs with a bottle. I just stood and waited thinking to myself, "This is the greatest day of my life. When she returned, she had a bottle of warm milk. She picked me up, (Mother is very strong and I am only around 90 pounds. That is pretty light for a 13 year old.) and put me into my crib. She removed the pacifier from my mouth and put the bottle in and kissed me on the forehead. She was walking out of the room and before she closed the door she said, "Goodnight Honey" To which I replied, "Goodnight Mommy." Back to School: The Further Regressions of Baby Jason (AKA the Millennium Baby) "Wow!, what a dream I had last night," I thought to myself as I began to wake up. I had stayed up rather late since it was New Year's Eve and had a dream that I had been diapered by my mother and put in a crib. I then started to stretch and it was then that I realized that I was wearing a footed sleeper and a very wet diaper. I saw a bottle lying next to me I wiped the sleep from my eyes and saw I was in a crib. It was about half hour later my mom walked in, "Time to get you up and ready for the day." My mom lifted me out of he crib and placed me on a changing pad. She helped me out of the sleeper and the placed me on my back. She then untaped the diaper and placed it in a trashcan. She then took out a case of baby wipes and proceeded to wipe me. I found it impossible to keep my dick in check and it proceeded to go hard. After my mother finished wiping me, she proceeded over to the drawers and pulled out a pair of blue plastic baby pants, 4 safety pins, and 4 cloth diapers. She formed 2 of the diapers into a soaker pad and pulled the other 2 up over the soaker. She then lifted my legs and slid the baby pants on my legs. "Stand up, sweetie," she said. "Okay," I responded as I stood up and pulled up the plastic pants. She then brought over a T-shirt with leg openings designed to keep the diaper in place. "Time for breakfast," she said. She took my hand and took me downstairs, when I got to the kitchen, I saw a highchair was set up in my spot. My mom lifted me into the chair. She gave me a bottle filled with apple juice. I started sucking on it. She then came back and hand fed me some Cream of Wheat. After that, she checked me to make sure I had not peed or pooped myself. Satisfied with the results of her check, she took me upstairs and put a pair of overalls on me. She then told me to go outside and play. Well, this was how it went for the rest of the winter break. My father was shocked (to say the least) but he did not make a big deal about it. In fact he did not talk about it much at all. Well the break finally came to the last day and my mom asked me "Son, I am not going to force you to wear diapers to school, but do you want to do." I told her I would feel more comfortable if I didn't. I went to school wearing clothes like I wore prior to the beginning of this year. However, I found by the time I arrived at school, I very nearly peed my pants. I sat down at my first class and after ten minutes found I had to go again. I raised my hand and tried to get permission to go to the bathroom, but by the time the teacher called on me, it was too late. "What do you want, Jason?" my teacher asked. "Can I see the nurse?" I asked. "About what?" "I had an accident." "Very well, go." At this point I was the laughing stock of the 8th grade. I had hoped that the stain would not be that noticeable, but the telltale was all too visible. I sat down in the nurse's office. "I'll have to call your mother." I sat there embarrassed. I was pretty sure what I was going to be wearing under my pants from now on. I then felt myself pooping my pants. This was just not my day. "Hello, Mrs. Hephram, your son has had an accident. Your son will need a change of clothing and I suggest you take him to a doctor. He may have a bladder infection or something more serious. These things can be serious." I did not know what to think or what was coming next. The Bunny wore Plastic Pants: The Further Regressions of Baby Jason Well, I had nearly lost all control of my bladder and bowels and it appeared that I would not easily regain it if I were to at all. As you could guess my "friends" shunned me, my classmates came up numerous nicknames like "Sir Wets A Lot" and "Nappy J." For the next 3 months I was mocked endlessly for having to wear a diaper. My mom did take me to see the doctor as the nurse had suggested. He said I had a remarkably small bladder and that my wearing and using a diaper had left it even weaker. As for the soiling of myself, this was not the first time it had happened. I had in the past had soiling accidents when I had been nervous or under stress, I had not shared this with my mother or father do to the shame factor. The doctor said this was do to a condition known as encopresis. He said that I should probably continue to wear diapers but should try to use a toilet if I could to avoid total loss of control. I now had to see the nurse when I could not make it to the bathroom. This happened almost every day so I was always made fun of in class. The bulge was also quite visible from the diaper under my pants. Those 12 weeks were hell but not even they could prepare me for what was going to happen next. Easter was growing nearer and nearer. Our school was one that had programs to help the smaller children who were hospitalized. I wound up as the guy who had to dress like a bunny for entertaining the younger kids to help them feel better. It was a terrible embarrassment not only because I had to wear diapers while in this costume, but also because I had to wear a bunny costume. I had to hand out eggs to kids. At first I did not think it was going that bad, the kids were getting their eggs I was getting rid of them. Then the inevitable happened. I handed the egg to a smaller kid who appeared to be really sick. He said as I started walking away, "Hey Mr. Bunny, I wear diapers too," and it was just loud enough that the whole ward heard it. I found myself soiling myself at this point. Then the kids started yelling and screaming and getting all out of hand Screaming things like, "The Easter Bunny wears diedys" and "Ooh, stinky Easter Bunny." I believe I may be the only Easter Bunny to who was ever kicked out of a hospital, none the less for wearing diapers. I guess it was for the best, as I really needed a change. I hope you all enjoyed this story. If you would like me to continue, then reply and tell me. Or you can e-mail me at g_son2001@hotmail.com.