WHY DON'T YOU JUST CRY She said it. "Why don't you just cry!" So I did. I cried and I cried and I cried. I fell onto the asphalt and just cried. You would, too, if you had just been subject to the meanest act of sibling rivalry ever known. I just don't get why she would do it to me! I never did anything to her!! "YOU'RE A BITCH JENNY!!!!!" I yelled as loud as I could. This infuriated her and her face turned red. She grabbed my arm and tossed me onto my stomach and began beating my ass through my diaper. "PLEASE STOP!!! PLEASE, I'M SORRY, PLEASE STOP!" I cried to no avail. She just continued to spank me over and over again, and all the kids were staring opened-mouth. Then the recess teacher took us both by the hand and dragged us, my sister scowling and me waddling with black track pants around my ankles and my diaper crackling. The teacher sat us in the front office and just left us there. I was still crying, (I didn't even bother to pull my pants up, what difference would it make now) and my sister was still scowling at me. We waited there for an excruciatingly long thirty minutes and then our mom came walking out from the back of the office. She came and she pulled me up and hugged me. then she pulled my pants up over my diaper and dried my tears. After shooting a look of death at my sister she took us both by the hand and led us to the car. My mom made my sister sit in front and let me sit in the back. "What the hell is wrong with you, Jenny?" She yelled at my sister. "What do you have to say for yourself?" "Brad was trying to take off his diaper and I was just..." "Oh that is such complete bullshit! The recess teacher told me all about what she saw. Now I want you to tell me what you really did." Jenny started to get teary eyed, "All my friends were asking me if brad was wearing diapers because they could hear his pants crackle and thought they saw the outline of one under his pants." She took a breath. "So I went over and I pulled Brad's pants down." She started her fake crying. I couldn't take it, I started sobbing. "And then you," (sob) "you turned me over, and you spanked me." I started bawling uncontrollably. We were home and my mom turned the car off and just looked at Jenny. "I can't believe you would do something to your brother like that. I hope you know that you are going to be..." My mom sniffed the air. Yup she knew it, I had shat my diaper. I continued bawling loudly as she continued her rant, "you are going to be thoroughly punished, and you are going to wish you never knew about your brother's diapers. And you," she turned to me, but I wouldn't come up from my sobbing, "how dare you mess your diaper when this is what got you into this whole mess to begin with! I don't know if you are ever going to get out of diapers now." Mom turned back to Jenny "I want you to go up to your room and if you dare get out I will make you very ,very sorry." Jenny ran up to her room and left me and my mother in the car. "Take off your pants," she commanded. I took off my shoes, then started taking off my pants and could feel the poop mashing around. With every move the smell got worse and worse. "And your shirt." "I'm sorry, " I squeezed out between sobs. "Not yet you're not," my mom said bitingly. She got out of the car and opened my car door and grabbed my hand. Yet again I was pulled along, but this time I was led to the upstairs bathroom. Mom put the toilet seat cover down over the toilet and then closed the door to the bathroom sealing us in. "Brad, I want you to go over there and sit on the toilet." I went over and sat down, smearing the poop all over. With a twisted grossed-out face she said, "I don't want you to move off of that spot until I come back and get you." I didn't dare move, I was way too scared. She exited the bathroom and I heard her go get into her car and leave. I started crying again. Why did I have to poop my pants. If I hadn't pooped my pants the day before yesterday none of this would ever have happened. I don't know why it happens, its just that I don't like to have to go and take a dump, so I try and hold it, but eventually it always escapes. That time my mom just got sick of it and put me in a diaper. She told me that I had to wear that diaper all day so I would learn my lesson. But then Jenny had to go and be a bitch. Why, I just don't understand. My ass feels all sticky and I can't stand to move it. The smell is getting so bad in here I think I'm going to be sick. I began to cry a little louder as my butt got more and more soar from sitting in my poopy diaper. I wanted to take it off so bad, but I didn't dare because I knew mom would kill me. Plus, I didn't have anywhere to put it anyway. Oh my god, the smell! And I have to pee. I held the pee in for about ten more minutes, but finally gave up. Eventually I just put my face in my hands and cried and muttered, "please change me!" I hear the car pulling up. Now I wish that I could sit in peace for just a few minutes longer... I have no idea what she is going to do to me. Part 2 I heard my mom come up and I heard stomping feet. My sister starting crying and crying but she stopped after a while. Soon, I heard the footsteps again. She opened the door to the bathroom and then she opened the window. She then took me by the hand and led me back down to the laundry room. Neither of us said a word, but she didn't look as pissed. I saw a rubber mat spread over the washer and dryer so I just went over to it climbed up, and lay on my back. My bottom was really getting sore and I just wanted to be changed. "I'm sorry about what happened today, your sister should never have done that to you," my mom said. I started to get teary- eyed just at those words. She began unfastening the tapes. "But you are now 11 years old and you are still messing your pants like a baby. I have tried everything, I've punished you, I've spanked you, I've taken you to doctors, but now I think that you are doing it because you just want to. I'm sick of trying when you just fight me." She pulled back the diaper and the smell got worse. She quickly got it out from underneath me and rolled it up and threw it away in a diaper pail which I just noticed. "So I've decided that maybe you just need a little time. Maybe this is what you need. From now on, you are going to wear baby diapers instead of your underwear, and we will try to potty train you again later. You might as well accept it and use them freely because we are going to start again from scratch anyway." She pulled out some baby wipes and started at the enormous mess, lifting my legs up by the ankles and cleaning my bottom with a wipe in her other hand. "But I'm not going to change you, oh no... that's your sister's job. I'm just doing it this once." I started crying again once I realized what this meant. "It will work out well though, don't worry. If you mess yourself at school, you can find her and she will get you changed. " Now I really started crying. She spread some soothing cream all over my butt and the soreness stopped. After powdering me she taped up a new diaper and I was set. I sat up on the washer and looked down at my diaper. It had teddy bears going down it. She took my hand and led me back up to my room. Then, she sat on my bed and pulled me down onto her lap. She tried to cradle me, but its difficult to do with a 5'4" sixth grade boy. By now I had stopped crying. "Don't be sad though, this isn't a punishment, it is meant to be what you want," she said in a soft tone of voice. My bottom began to slip off so she took her arm and hugged me back towards her. As humiliating as this seemed, it really was what I wanted. I chose not to fight it, I began sucking my thumb. "That's my little Bradley boy," she cooed moving me off her onto the bed. "I'll be right back." She left and was back in a few seconds caring a bottle of medicine and a spoonful of white liquid. "Take this honey." I did, and it tasted aweful. "What is it?" I asked with a disgusted face. "It's just something to make using your diapers a little easier. Now drink this." She handed me a big glass of milk and I drank it down. "If I'm a good boy, can I have my big boy pants back tomorrow?" I asked. My mom grinned, "No, Bradley, I don't think you understand. You're back in diapers now. You don't even need to worry about big boy underpants yet. You've got quite a ways to go before you'll be ready to say goodbye to your didees." She yanked up on the side of my diapers. I began crying again as I realized what was happening. I was so happy that I was in diapers, I just felt so anxious. "sounds like you need a nap, Mr. man. I'll be back in an hour to check on you. Your sister should check your diapers every two hours. If she doesn't come tell me." I sat up and watched my mom leave. I spread my legs and sat there on the bed. I looked down at my diaper with the little bears going from my tummy to my back. I put my hand on it and felt the smooth plastic. I rolled back and kicked my legs in the air and felt the diaper between my legs. These were a little thicker than the others. They made more noise too. Soon enough I fell asleep. It's been a really long day. Part 3 My sister woke me up when she came in the door. I was lying face down and before I got a chance to sit up she stomped over to the bed, stuck her fingers into the elastic legs right beneath my butt. She jerked them out and said, "I hope your happy, this is all your fault you know." Then she walked out. I got out of bed and stood up feeling the diaper. My stomach felt funny and I could feel some churning. I walked out of my room and towards the living room. It was simply impossible to keep the diaper from making so much noise, I tried walking fast, slow, with long strides, and with short strides. Nothing helped. The scene reminded me of when I was little and would walk around in just my underwear. I really didn't remember being a toddler, but I'm sure this is exactly what it was like. Entering the living room, I found my mom watching TV and snipping some green beans for dinner. "That was a short nap, why don't you go back and try to sleep some more." "she woke me up checking my diaper and I can't go back to sleep." I started sitting down on the couch but my mom pushed my butt right up. "You can't sit on the couch, your didees might leak, I put a play mat out for you." She pointed to a plastic mat on the ground with Pooh on it. I toddled over and sat down on it. It felt very soft, not like plastic at all. I sat cross-legged and watched some TV with my mom. My tummy felt like pressure was building up in it. It felt like I had bad gas, and so I tried to fart. All of a sudden a wave of soft poop came gushing out and I felt my diaper get tighter. My mom saw the look of surprise on my face and saw the elastic legs on my diaper turn brown. It was obvious that I needed a change and I looked at my mom. "What's the matter, hun?" She asked, as if she didn't know. "I had an accident," I replied with conditioned fear. "Oh, its ok," she said softly. "Don't call it an accident, that's what your supposed to do. It's healthy for you to need to go poop." I felt so much like a baby when she talked down to me. "Go get your sister and tell her to change you." That was the last thing I wanted to do. I started to cry, "I don't want her to change me! She's mean!" "That's too bad, hunny, I can't change you. But I will give you a spanking if you refuse to do what you are told. I didn't want to be spanked, but I didn't want to be changed by my sister even more. I just sat there. "1.... 2..... Don't let me get to three." My mommy warned, I started crying again. "Ok, that's it, you're going to be punished." She got up and stomped up the stairs. She came down with my sister and told her to bring me to her when I was cleaned up. They both came into the living room, and just as my mom was reaching for my hand I jumped up and I ran up the stairs. Jenny came running after me and as I was trying to make it around the landing on our stairs she jumped and grabbed my ankle. I fell down hard on the landing on my butt and poop squirted out the sides of my diaper and onto the carpet. Jenny slapped me upside the head and pulled me to me feet and walked me down the stairs. We might have been the same age, but she definitely had the height and strength advantage. She pulled me into the laundry room, poop running slowly down my right leg. I got up onto the changing mat and gave in. "You'll pay for that stunt, you little shit." I began to cry again. When she got the diaper off she had to practically give me a diaper wipe bath from my waist down. Finally she had wiped me clean and told me to march into the living room. I got down off the washer and drier and walked naked with my head down into the living room. My mom was sitting on the couch. "Get over here and bend over my lap." I followed her orders knowing what was in store. "Please don't spank me, pleeeaaaseee" I lied over he knees with my head down by her feet and my butt right over her lap. She pulled out the pancake turner and she slapped my right butt cheek. I moved my right hand over my butt and pleaded again, but she slapped it hard with the pancake turner and told me she'd double my punishment if I did it again. She gave me a spank with every word she said: "You * were * a * very * bad * boy" she continued. "From now on, you are to completely obey your sister. If you are bad, you will be beaten." She let me off her lap and my butt felt like it was on fire. I stood there naked and got yelled at some more as I rubbed my soar bottom. "I thought that maybe you would be able to handle being a baby, but I guess I was wrong. I want you to go have your sister put a diaper on you, and then I want you to get in bed. If you get out of bed you will have another, much worse, spanking." I went back to the laundry room and got my diaper on. Then I went up and lied in bed. I cried and cried and cried. I would never disobey my mommy again.