BOY IN DIAPERS

     When I was seven years old, my mother gave birth to my
baby sister, Sherry.  I guess I was jealous of the attention
she was getting from my mother.  We both were breast fed by
mom as babies, but I watched in amazement as she fed Sherry.
I asked questions and she let me suck on her breast to see
what the milk tasted like.  It seemed like she never had time
for me so one day after she put Sherry down for a nap, I
crawled into her lap to snuggle.  It was my hope that she
would offer me a breast to suck but she didn't.  Finally, I
asked her if I could have some of her milk, but she said that
it wasn't proper for me to suck her breast since I was an
older boy.  She said she had just let me taste it that once
but asked if it was the milk I wanted.  I said yes and she
got up and told me she would be right back.  When she
returned she had a baby bottle  with some milk she had saved
up.  She laid me on her lap and proceeded to give me the
bottle.  It tasted good but it felt good to be cuddled.  It
never happened again but I always kept fond memories.  Mom
had another girl when I was eleven and I always liked to
watch her breast feed Angela but she never offered me any.

     One day, after being rained out on a scout campout, I
returned home to find a note from mom and dad saying they
had gone to my grandmas for the weekend.  They didn't expect
me home until Sunday night, so I would have to stay by
myself.  I went to the refrigerator to get something to
drink.  I saw on of Angela's bottles of milk in there and
decided to taste it again.  I sucked it and it brought back
memories of drinking the bottle and sucking moms breast.  I
started feeling babyish and went to Angela's room.  After
looking around, I saw her diapers in the stacker hanging on
her crib.  I sized one up to myself and since I was small and
they were large toddler size, I took off my clothes and put
one on.  It was tight but it worked.  I wandered around the
house admiring myself in a diaper and acting like a baby.  I
got a chair and climbed into the baby bed and started sucking
the bottle.

     I laid there and peed in the diaper to see how it felt.
I used three of her diapers that day and that evening mom
called home.  When I answered, she told me after watching the
weather, they thought we might have come home from the camp-
out.  She was worried about me being home by myself, but I
told her I was OK.  She told me to stay inside and keep the
doors locked and if I needed anything to call her sister, my
Aunt Kristen, who lived across town.  She told me they would
be home the next evening.  I was having so much fun acting
like a baby, I told her they didn't have to hurry on my
account, that I would be OK.  I peed in the diaper after the
call and then slept that night in Angela's crib.

     I drank so many bottles of milk that I soaked the diaper
during the night.  It filled my diaper and even leaked on the
bed.  It felt exhilarating to wake up in the crib with a
soaked diaper.  I guess it was because it seemed like
something that would be taboo for a boy my age.  I changed my
diaper and spent the morning watching TV.  Around noon, I
fixed another bottle and climbed back into the crib.  I
figured to lay there a while then clean up all traces of my
babyhood.  I was on my eighth diaper that weekend and I knew
I would have to get rid of them before my parents came home.

     I dozed off sucking the bottle and didn't wake up until
the bedroom light came on.  I laid still as Sherry came into
the room to get Angela a diaper.  As she was getting it, mom
came in saying Angela needed dry clothes.  When she got them
from the dresser, she turned toward me and realized I was in
the crib.  She asked me what I thought I was doing, since she
had looked in my room for me.  I couldn't answer her because
I was starting to get scared.  She came over and said she
wondered where the bottle she had for Angela went to.  She
asked if I liked the milk.  She said that my diaper looked a
little tight and then put her finger in to see if it was wet.
She said I really was a baby and told me to lay still.  She
left the room and I could hear her telling my dad to go look
at his biggest baby in the nursery.  When she returned, she
gave me the bottle full of regular milk and told me to drink
it.  I told her I didn't want to and she said that it looked
like I really did.  Dad came in and started laughing when he
saw me.  Mom went to the closet and came back with a little
larger diaper than Angela's.  It was one of Sherry's last bag
of diapers.  I begged her not to put another diaper on me but
she told me that I couldn't go around in a wet diaper.  After
changing me she helped me get out of the crib and we went to
the living room.  She sat me on the floor in front of them
and asked me to explain myself.  I told her I had just
climbed in to see how it felt to be a baby.  I asked her to
forget what I had done and that it was no big deal.  She told
me it was hard to forget about seeing her twelve year old son
in a crib in diapers, sucking a bottle.  She asked me if I
had just tried it then why were there so many used diapers?
She told me that since I wanted to be a baby so bad that I
would do it while they were gone, then I could be one while
they were there.  I begged her not to do this to me but she
seemed to be mad about what I had done.  She told me that I
would be in diapers till she said I was old enough not to
wear them.  She told me to just relax and enjoy myself and
think of all the attention I would get.  Dad went to the
garage and got the portable traveling crib and set it up in
the nursery.  Mom told me that I would sleep in the baby bed
and Angela would sleep in the portable crib.

     I asked mom if I could pull my diaper down to go to the
bathroom, but she told me that was what diapers are for and
it was obvious that I had not used the toilet since I had
been home.  We ate a late dinner and when it was ready, mom
told me to sit in the high chair.  She held Angela and fed
her and my plate was put on the tray but I got to feed
myself.  After eating, mom took a picture of me sitting in
the high chair.  We watched TV for a while and while sitting
on the floor I had to pee.  I finally went in my diaper, and
when we got ready to go to bed, mom checked my diaper and
told Sherry to go get me a dry diaper.  It is very
humiliating for your younger sister to be told to get you a
dry diaper.  Mom proceeded to change me on the floor in front
of everyone.  She had put Angela to bed and told me to head
that way also and she would be right in.  When she came in,
she had a bottle of milk and apologized that it wasn't breast
milk.  She said she would save up her milk since I liked so
well.  She helped me get in the crib and covered me up and
gave me the bottle.  She told me to sleep tight and drink all
my milk.  I drank all the milk and laid there wondering what
I had got myself into.

     I woke up the next morning with my diaper dry.  I laid
there until Angela woke up and started crying, and mom came
in.  She asked how her babies were and if we needed dry
diapers.  I said no and she praised me for being a good baby.
She helped us out and we went in to eat breakfast.  I sat in
the high chair but she put a bib on me this time.  I didn't
say anything, thinking that if I didn't pout, she would tire
of babying me and my life would return to normal.  (After a
week, I learned that this would not happen).  After
breakfast, she told me to put some shorts and shirt and shoes
on.  I asked why and she told me just to mind her.  I did and
she got the girls dressed and told us to get in the car.  I
begged her not to take me out wearing diapers and she said no
one could tell I had them on.  We went to a pharmacy several
miles away and she made us go in with her.  She started
looking at the diapers and a clerk came to help her.  She
asked him if he had any diapers bigger than the largest
pampers that they had.  He said that any larger ones would be
in the incontinent supplies area.  He said that the ones she
was looking at would fit her baby, meaning Angela.  She told
him that they were a little tight on him, meaning me.  When
she said him, the clerk looked until he saw me and asked her
if she meant me.  She said yes and he took us over to the
larger diapers.  She picked out some youth size that would
fit me and asked if they sold a lot of these type for
children.  He told her that several people bought them for
their children for bedwetting.  She bought several packages
of them and I knew that I would wear them a while.  She made
me carry them and at the checkout she said in a loud voice to
put my diapers on the counter.

     I was wet when we got home and she changed me using a
new diaper, which fit very comfortably.  She told us to play
and she went about her housework.  It was very demeaning to
me because I was teased by Sherry for wearing diapers.  Mom
treated me like a toddler in all aspects.  Sometimes she
would hold me in her lap as I drank my bottle.  I was changed
when I wet or pooped and was powered and diapered just as she
would any baby.

     I had fallen asleep in her arms sucking my bottle and
mom had laid me on the couch with the bottle propped up.  I
woke up when I heard someone laughing at me and when I looked
up, I saw Aunt Kristen and her kids laughing at me.  I could
have died of shame.  She had a boy ten years old and a girl
seven years old.  They were teasing me about being in a
diaper and sucking a bottle.  Aunt Kristen was telling mom
that I looked really cute in diapers.   She asked mom how it
felt to have another baby in diapers around the house and mom
told her that it wasn't any more trouble than having one.

     Later, mom and Aunt Kristen took us to the ice cream
store for lunch and Aunt Kristen was shocked when mom gave me
some shorts to put on over the diaper.  She was surprised
that I was going to wear the diaper to the store.  When we
got there, mom made both Angela and I sit in high chairs and
we sure got the looks from other customers.  Mom used the
excuse that there was not booth space but we knew that it was
to humiliate me.  I was by then kind of enjoying the
attention since I was relegated to the fact that I would be
spending a lot of time in diapers.  I was just hoping that no
one that I knew would come into the store.  Luckily, no one
did.

     When we got home, Angela was wet and mom changed her
diaper. She asked me if I needed a dry diaper and I said no,
even though I was wet.  I was afraid that she would change me
on the floor in front of everyone.  I played in the family
room with my cousin Jason and after I had to explain to him
what had happened, he accepted it but still thought I looked
funny.  I tried to pass off that it was fun to get the
attention and have everyone wait on you but he knew that they
were only words I was trying to convince myself with.  While
we were playing I begin to cramp and I knew that I had to go
poop real bad.  I got up to run to the bathroom and when I
went through the living room my mom grabbed me asked what was
wrong.  I couldn't hold it and I exploded right there in the
diaper.  Aunt Kristen and mom started laughing and said no
wonder I was in such a hurry.  Mom told me the bathroom was
off limits but in this case she wished I would have made it.
Kristen said that she was glad I wasn't hers to change and
mom took me by the hand and told her she would be right back.
She changed me on the floor and I heard Jason ask his mom
where I was.  She told him I was getting my diaper changed
and as my mom laughed, I suddenly felt very small.

     I begged mom not to make me wear diapers anymore but she
said that she wasn't the on that started it.  I begin to cry
as I begged her but she only responded that I was truly
acting like a baby.  She told me it was nap time and told me
to go to bed.  She helped me into the crib and said she would
be right back.  I heard her talking to Kristen and a few
minutes later they both came into the nursery.  Mom gave me a
bottle of juice and Kristen talked to me like a baby and told
me they were leaving.  She called Jason and Jackie into the
room to say bye to me and told them that this is what happens
when you act like a baby.  They left laughing hysterically
and I figured that I would not hear the end of it for a long
time.

     During the time of this humiliation I couldn't stop
thinking about my mom wanting to embarrass me.  She had taken
me to a drugstore and ice cream store wearing diapers under
my shorts but yet so people knew I had them on.  She had
embarrassed me in front of Kristen and her kids.  I figured
that maybe she just wanted me as a baby to teach me a lesson
for dressing that way while they were gone.  I decided to act
like I enjoyed it and maybe she would quit.  I fell asleep
putting together my thoughts.

     When I woke up, I peed in the diaper again so that it
was soaking wet and drooping on me.  I got a stuffed bear of
Angela's and climbed out of the crib.  I walked into the
living room where mom was and announced that I needed a dry
diaper.  She looked at me questioningly and smiled.  She told
Sherry to get me a diaper and told me to lay down.  Sherry
brought a diaper and powder and mom changed me while
commenting that I was sure wet.  Afterwards I sat down by her
and leaned on her and put my thumb in my mouth.  She asked me
why I was sucking my thumb and carrying a teddy bear and I
told her that I was just trying to be the best baby I could.

     Everything I did was done as a baby.  I acted like a
toddler that could walk and talk but anything I drank came
out of a bottle.  I played with toys and read books and
watched T.V. almost all the time for the next three days.  I
enjoyed having mom wait on me and I would even tell her when
I needed my diaper changed.  She still talked down to me as a
baby but I did not let it bother me.  She continued on her
ways with me and I could not see that my plan was beginning
to work.

     On Friday of the first week, my mom announced that we
were going shopping.  I asked her if I could wear my regular
clothes and she said that it appeared I enjoyed being a baby
so much that it would probably be disappointing to me to wear
regular clothes.  She got me some shorts to wear that just
covered the diaper.  We went to several stores that day,
including department stores to shop.  I walked alongside the
cart with Sherry and Angela rode inside.  I know people knew
I had a diaper on because you could hear it rustling.  When
we were checking out at K-mart, the lady behind us asked my
mom if I was wearing a diaper.  She told her yes, and the
lady asked her if I wasn't potty trained.  Mom told her that
I was just a big baby and needed diapers.  We went to a
pharmacy next, and mom took us in and bought both Angela and
me more diapers.  At the checkout counter, the lady made a
comment that she was glad her kids were out of diapers.  Mom
told her that she thought hers would have been by now, except
for me.  The lady looked at me and smiled, and told mom that
she had a bedwetter till age seven.  Mom said she had her
beat because her twelve year old still wore them all the
time.

     When we got home, mom changed me and put me down for a
nap.  I woke up when I felt mom changing my diaper several
hours later.  She told me to get up and put my clothes on.
When I did, she told us that we were going to Grandma's house
that night and stay till Sunday afternoon.  She lived eighty
miles away, and one of our cousins was having a birthday
party tomorrow.  I begged her not to take me in diapers, but
she told me to hush and come on. On the way out of town, Dad
stopped at an all you can eat buffet for dinner.  When we
were at the register, that clerk asked if I was older than
twelve and Dad said technically yes, but that I was still in
diapers.  They charged me for the childs portion.  Mom and
Dad had a good chuckle and said there were some benefits to
this.  We went to Grandma's house and when we got there and
was hugging her, she patted my bottom and asked how I was
doing.  I said fine, and left the room.  I heard her ask mom
why I was wearing a diaper and mom told her that I was acting
like a baby by choice and so she was treating me like one.
Grandma asked what I had done to be a baby in diapers and mom
told her what I had done.  Grandma said it sounded like I was
needing attention real bad, and it looked like I was getting
it.  She asked what they other grandkids would think about it
and Mom said that Jason and Jackie had already seen me and no
doubt the others would tease me.

     That night I slept in the crib that Grandma had in a
spare room for the grandbabies.  I had gone out earlier to
get my diaper bag and Mom changed me in the crib and gave me
a night bottle under my Grandma's curious eyes.  She nodded
her approval when Mom bid me goodnight and left the room.
I got up the next morning and went to the living room with my
soaked and drooping diaper.  Mom took me to the bathroom and
changed me on the floor.

     After we ate breakfast, my Aunt Kathy and Uncle Nathan
and their three kids came over.  They had Billy, who was my
age, Terri, who was five, and a baby boy, Michael, who was 16
months.  Kathy and Nathan had already heard what was
happening to me from Mom and Kristen.  They still had a
shocked look on their faces when they saw me in a diaper.
Billy started teasing me unmercifully until Kathy made him
stop.  Aunt Mary and her two girls, Katie, 11, and Amber, who
was 9, came in about an hour later.  Mary said that she
didn't believe it until she saw me in a diaper.  The girls
started teasing me and finally started telling me how cute I
was as a baby.  My Aunts started talking about the diapers
being so much like a baby diaper.  They compared my diapers
to Michaels' and talked about how much easier it was to baby
a kid with these type diapers.  Kathy told about a neighbor
lady whose boy still wet the bed at 11 years old, and how she
put diapers on him at night.  She had babysit for this woman
a couple of times and had helped him get the diaper on so he
wouldn't wet the bed.  She said that he had accepted it real
well considering it was only at night.  Mom told them that I
was enjoying myself because of the attention it got me.

     They asked if I was totally infantalized or was I a just
a big boy in diapers.  Mom told them that I slept in the crib
and took night bottles, but otherwise I was like a two year
old toddler still in diapers.  She told them that it wasn't
anymore trouble to have two in diapers than one.  When they
asked her how long I would be in them, she told them that she
guessed as long as I acted like a baby.  They asked her if
she overreacted about catching me in the crib with a diaper
on, and  she told them that she could have accepted me just
seeing what a baby felt like until she saw that I had used
eight diapers and had drinken Angela's bottle of breast milk.
They all agreed that I must have been enjoying myself.  Mary
finally asked me how I felt about being such a big baby and I
said I guess it was alright and that I didn't have a lot to
say about what Mom did to me.  Mom told them not to be
fooled, that I was really enjoying myself.

     Finally, the talk drifted to other things, and I
hesitantly went outside to play with the other kids.  Billy,
Katie and Amber came over to me and Billy started his teasing
again.  Katie told him to be quiet and leave me alone.  When
he wouldn't they told him to leave all us alone because we
didn't want him around.  Katie and Amber didn't tease me, but
were interested in how I felt.  They asked me why Mom put me
back in diapers and I told them everything.  Katie asked why
I had acted like a baby while my parents were gone, and I
told her that its exciting to do those things when your alone
and free to do as you want.  I told her it was just exciting
to do things you wouln't ordinarily do, but Mom was carrying
the punishment too far.  I told them it wasn't too bad
because I got a lot of attention and did not have to act my
age, therefore didn't have to worry about things.