Bobby

Hi,  my  name  is Bobby, and I would like to tell you about  my  first
experience with diapers when I was eight years old. I guess  I  should
tell you first that I wore diapers as a baby until I was potty-trained
at  age  two.  I never wet my bed at night, and was what most  mommies
would consider a good boy.

One  evening, my mother and father decided to go to New York city, and
stay  over  night. I was to stay with my aunt, who had three children,
ranging in ages from six years to eight months.

I  was staying in a bedroom with my cousin Tommy. Everything was going
great until bedtime. Being boys, we were telling jokes, laughing,  and
just  generally having a good time.  My aunt yelled to  us  to  settle
down, and go to sleep.

Then,  one of us would say something, and the whole thing would  start
all  over  again with my aunt ending it by yelling.  Then after  about
three  or four times, she made a threat to her son.  "You know  how  I
handle  big boys who act like babies, don't you?"  I asked Tommy  what
she  meant, and he told me that a few times when he refused to  go  to
sleep  right away, his mother would treat him like a baby,  by  making
him  drink a bottle, while diapering him.  "What if you have to go  to
the bathroom in the middle of the night?" I asked.  "You don't," Tommy
said, "you have to use your diaper."

Just then my aunt burst into the room. "I warned you didn't I."  Tommy
kept trying to tell her that he was only explaining to me what she had
meant  earlier.  She just fired back with "Well, then Bobby  won't  be
surprised by what's going to happen next, will he?" At first I  didn't
know  what  was happening, it all took place so fast, and I was  still
startled by the way she burst into the room.  The next thing I knew, I
had  a baby bottle filled with milk stuck in my mouth, followed by  my
aunt cooing, and gooing baby talk at me while she took off what I  was
wearing.  I  was so frightened, that I started to cry.  "There,  there
Bobby,  auntie is going to take good care of you while your mommy  and
daddy  are out of town.  Tonight I'm going to have all babies  in  the
house."

With  that, she lifted my legs up, slid a diaper under my bottom,  and
laid  me  back  down on it. Next came the baby powder,  as  she  began
smoothing  it all over me, I started to have a nice feeling come  over
me.   I  don't  know exactly how to describe it, but  it  was  like  a
feeling  of  security,  that nothing could  hurt  me.  Unknowingly,  I
started  to  get an erection, and my aunt started telling me  in  baby
talk  that "Widdle Bobby must wike his widdle baby didies, auntie just
might  have  to  keep the precious baby in diapers while  he's  here."
Then while still taking baby talk, she pulled the diaper up between my
legs  and pinned it in place.  "I guess I better put wubby panties  on
this  precious baby, we wouldn't want to mess your bed up  would  we,"
and with that, she put a pair of plastic baby panties on me.

Next  she  proceeded to so the same thing to her son Tommy, and  in  a
short time, she was telling us good night.  Just before she turned off
the  light, I asked the question "What if I have to go to the bathroom
during the night?" "Then you use your diapers, that's why babies  wear
diapers,   cause  they  don't  know  what  bathrooms  are."   "But- but
sometimes  I have to potty big during the night." "That's  okay,"  she
said  "you still have to use your diapers, and just to make  sure  you
do, I'm locking the bathroom door."

I  asked Tommy how often this happened to him and he said maybe two or
three times a month. We talked for a few minutes, and I think each  of
us  had  the  feeling  that it felt nice to  be  diapered  again,  but
wouldn't  admit it to each other.  It was that secure feeling  that  I
had.

After a few minutes of silence, I rolled over, put the bottle back  in
my  mouth,  and  continued to nurse until it was empty.  Then  I  fell
asleep.

Early  the  next morning, I had forgotten what had happened the  night
before until I started to move, and felt the diaper against my bottom.
The plastic pants making their tell-tale rustling sound.  I had to  go
to  the  bathroom, then I remembered that my aunt said  that  she  was
going to lock it. What was I going to do!  I really didn't want to  go
in  my  diapers. Just then, Tommy woke up, and asked  me  what  I  was
doing.  "I'm  trying to find a way to use the bathroom." I  told  him.
"No way," he said, "if she comes in and sees that you still have a dry
diaper  on, then she'll just make you wear it until it's wet, even  if
it takes all day."

I  noticed  that Tommy's bottle was still two-thirds full, while  mine
had  been drained since shortly after my aunt gave it to me.  I  asked
Tommy,  "Isn't your mother going to be mad that you didn't  drink  all
your  bottle?"   "No,"  he replied, "that isn't the  important  thing,
using the diaper is the important thing- say, did you drink all of your
bottle like a good baby?" I showed him the empty bottle, and told  him
that  I  thought  we  had  to drink it till all  the  milk  was  gone.
Although,  I must admit that after I started, I didn't want  to  stop.
Then  Tommy asked me "Did you wet your diaper yet?" "No, I just  can't
seem  to  be  able to."  Tommy showed me how completely  relax,  while
laying on the bed, and let the flow start.  When I finally did let go,
it  was impossible to stop until my bladder was completely empty.  All
of  a sudden, I realized that I had to potty big. I told Tommy, and he
said,  to just relax and let it go.  I told him that wetting  was  one
thing,  but  messing was something else all together.  "You  might  as
well,"  Tommy told me, "you're going to have to wear a diaper all  day
anyway."  I  asked him what he meant by that, and he told me  "If  you
have  to  potty  big,  and don't do it in your diaper,  then  you  get
punished, by wearing a diaper the rest of the day, and if you do it in
your  diaper  then  she tells you that you like wearing  diapers,  and
still  makes  you wear them the rest of the day.  So your stuck- you'll
be in diapers all day."

 At first the thought of being diapered all day seemed tragic, but the
more  I  thought about it, and the more I talked with Tommy about  the
way I would be treated like a baby for the rest of the day, it started
to sound pretty good.

  "Do  you really think I should mess my diaper?" I asked Tommy.  "You
might  as  well- anyway, it really isn't that bad- In fact, it  kind  of
feels good."  So, after rolling over on my stomach, and with little of
no effort, I started to let go. The diaper started to fill.  Just then
my  aunt entered the room.  "It seems that one of you is being a  real
baby,  now  which one is it?"  I was too embarrassed to say  anything,
and  besides, I was still messing in my diaper. It only took a  moment
for my aunt to realize what was happening, and she said that she would
take care of Tommy first.

  Since Tommy was only wet, she just took off his diaper, and told him
to  get  a shower before getting dressed for the day. Then it  was  my
turn.

  "Is  the  baby finished yet ?" I told her yes, and she proceeded  to
undress  me.  As the plastic pants came off, she started talking  baby
talk about how much Bobby was "tinky", and that "widdle baby's auntie"
was  going  to take good care of him for the rest of the  day.   After
getting  the  diaper off, she took me into her bathroom,  and  as  she
filled  the tub with water, told me what the rest of my day was  going
to  be like. "After we get baby his bathy, then we're going to put him
in  clean  diapers, and baby pants, take him down stairs and feed  him
some  breakfast.   Then we'll let you play in the play-pen  with  your
baby  cousin until nappy time.  Now you know that as a baby, you can't
use the bathroom all day, you'll just have to use your diapers, and if
you  need  to be changed you just tell your auntie, and she will  take
care of everything."

  After  the bath was finished, I was powdered, diapered, and  wore  a
pair of baby print plastic panties. I was starting to enjoy this.  The
felling  of soft cotton birdseye against my bottom felt so  good,  and
the  wonderful smell of baby powder, was so fresh and clean. Once down
stairs,  I was put into a high chair, and fed a bowl of oatmeal.  Then
all  of  a  sudden Tommy chimed in with "Mom, did you see  that  Bobby
drank  all of his bottle last night?"  "He did? Then I guess we better
get  him  a bottle to go with breakfast."  As she fixed the bottle,  I
could  feel the tears staring to well up in my eyes. "No need  to  cry
little  one, I'll take care of you."  And with that she picked  me  up
out of the high chair, and took me into the living room. While sitting
on  the  sofa,  humming  softly, she rocked me,  and  bottle  fed  me.
God- This  WAS  WONDERFUL.  The rest of the day went  pretty  much  the
same.   I  played in the play-pen with my baby cousin, had my  diapers
changed, and another bottle for nappy time, and just generally  had  a
wonderful  day.  That evening, my mother called, and asked  if  I  was
ready  to  come home.  I told her that I would like to spend one  more
night at my aunt's.  My aunt got on the phone, and told my mother  how
good I had been, and was happy to have me spend another night.

  At about 8 o'clock, she got her two youngest children ready for bed,
and  afterwards took me up to bed. There was another clean diaper, and
baby powder, and another full bottle of milk for me to drink. She held
me  for  a few minutes, feeding me my baby bottle, and as she  did,  I
managed  to  tell her how nice this day was, and how  much  I  enjoyed
being  her baby. She replied that I could be her baby anytime I wanted
to.   "I'll  tell you what," she said, "from now on, if you feel  like
being  babied, you just call me aunt B.E., and that will be our little
secret."

  Needless  to say, that name was used quite often over the  next  few
years,  and  my aunt never disappointed me.  Even today, although  she
has passed on, those initials are still part of my life.