A Summer in Diapers

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

To be continued...