Joe’s Life By Shoeless Joe He awakened to the bright morning sun that shone through his window. A thought of getting out of bed and closing the blinds so he could go back to sleep entered his mind but quickly faded when he became aware of the wet diapers that encased his loins. He wasn’t about to get a diaper rash like he had the week before. As he rolled out of bed he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror on his wall. While taking a better look at himself in the mirror he laughed at what he had become, a 5ft.2in. seventeen year old in a baby blue T-shirt and a slightly sagging medium Attends brief (diaper) stuffed with two Pampers Baby Dry size diapers to keep the Attends from leaking. After taking in his infantile appearance he grasped the waistband of his saturated diapers pulled them up above his hips and proceeded to waddle to his stepmother's room. He knocked on her bedroom door and waited a moment before he heard her begin to get out of bed. She knew what that early morning knock on her door meant. She wondered if she had made the right choice letting Joe go back into diapers and she wondered how she would break the news to his father when he returned from his business trip in two months. Joe saw the handle on the door begin to turn and felt his heartbeat speed up. The anticipation of having his diapers changed was still very exciting for him even after three weeks of the routine. When the door opened he saw his stepmother's smiling face looking down at him. His stepmother was quite beautiful and he often wondered how his father had managed to get her to marry him. She stood 5ft. 11in. 130 lbs. with shoulder length blonde hair although she was tall and thin her body was curvaceous and breasts were nice perky c-cups. “Does my baby need his diapers changed?” she asked already knowing the answer. Joe nodded his head. “Well then let’s go get you changed, little one.” Bridget said as she held out her hand to Joe. Joe took her hand and let himself be led into the living room. As they walked hand in hand down the hallway Bridget smiled as she heard Joe’s diapers crinkling behind her. When they reached the living room Joe let go of her hand and lay on his back in front of the television on a Sesame Street towel that served as his changing pad. He felt his soggy diapers squish as he lay down. Alongside the towel were a bag of Attends, a large bag of Pampers, some baby wipes, baby powder, and a small garbage can that Bridget used as a diaper pail when changing Joe. Bridget stood above Joe and looked down at him lying there like a small infant for a second and then kneeled down beside him. First she looked at the stripes on the front of his diaper and noticed they were green. It took a lot of wetting to soak the Attends through the two baby diapers he was wearing. She then patted the front of his diaper and said, “My baby is awfully wet isn’t he?” Joe giggled. Bridget then pulled his shirt up to his chest and undid the tapes on Joe’s diaper. She pulled the front of his diaper down. “Lift up your tush, Hun,” she said softly to him. He then did so and the wet diaper was pulled out from underneath him. For a brief moment his hairless crotch was exposed to fresh air. It felt great. But not for long, Bridget quickly disposed of the diaper, wiped his diaper area with a baby wipe, sprinkled powder on him, covered his penis with two pampers, and slid an Attend under him. Joe then felt Bridget’s hand pat him on the Pampers which he knew meant he could relax and return his butt to the floor. As he lowered himself Bridget slid the backs of the Pampers between his butt and the Attend. Next she pulled up the front of the Attends and taped it on snuggly above Joe’s hips. Finally she patted the front of his diapers again and said, “All done baby, now why don’t you watch some television while I fix breakfast for us.” Bridgett stood up and walked to the kitchen to make herself some coffee and fix a bottle for Joe. Joe rolled over onto his hands and knees, his well-diapered butt sticking up into the air, pulled his shirt down over the top of his diapers, and crawled over to the couch. Once there he pulled the remote from between the cushions and turned on the TV. Joe then lay on his stomach and began changing the channels. Not much was on this Saturday morning except cartoons he had seen a hundred times and the news. He left it on the news so Bridget would have something to listen to in the kitchen. Joe wasn’t very interested in current events other than whether or not his diapers needed to be changed. So his mind began to drift. He thought back and tried to pinpoint the event that changed his life and made him want to live like a baby. Joe’s Life Chp.2 Joe’s earliest memory involving diapers happened when he was around four. Every day Joe’s mother would drop him off at a babysitter’s house on her way to work. Ms. Evelyn, the fifty-eight year old never- married babysitter, was a distant relative of Joe’s family. She took care of five or six small children during the day while their parents worked. Most of the time she was very pleasant and loving toward the children, but every so often when her hormones got out of whack or the planets would align Ms. Evelyn would become a completely different person for a day or two and exert her power over the children. Ms. Evelyn liked to bully and humiliate the older children during her mean streaks because she knew it would have a greater effect on them and would give her more of a feeling of power. At four Joe happened to be the oldest child there. “Have fun, Joey,” his mother called as she drove away from Ms. Evelyn’s house. Joe waved goodbye, took Ms. Evelyn’s hand, and entered the house. The day was pretty uneventful until lunchtime. At lunchtime Ms. Evelyn would sit all the children around the dining table and give the toddlers their food. She would personally feed the infants. While she was feeding the babies Will, a three-year-old, spilled his grape juice. This event is still vivid in Joe’s mind. He watched as the stream of juice headed toward the edge of the table like a river heading to the sea. When Joe saw the juice pour over the table’s edge he knew exactly where that waterfall of dark purple juice would land. Why Ms. Evelyn kept a priceless white Persian rug underneath a table where babies and toddlers ate no one knew. When the sound of the cup hitting the table reached Evelyn’s ears she dropped the spoon she was using to feed the last baby and her eyes shot in the direction of the overturned glass. She then stood up calmly and walked over to the puddle on the carpet. Her gaze went back and forth between Will and the damp purple stain on the carpet for a few seconds and then she spoke, her voice very clear over the sobbing of Will. “Well Will, I thought you were old enough to drink out of a glass like the other kids but I guess I was wrong. It looks like you need to be fed your lunch like the babies,” Evelyn said as she lifted Will from the small chair he was sitting him and put him back down in a high chair. Evelyn finished feeding the last baby and then went into the kitchen to get a jar of baby food and a bottle of formula for Will. When she returned she proceeded to tie a bib around Will’s neck and stick the nipple of the bottle between his lips. Will had no intention of fighting her and began to suck furiously on the nipple. He soon finished the bottle and was congratulated by Ms. Evelyn. “That’s a good baby finishing his ba ba for me, Now for your pears.” Joe and Steven, the only other children of coherent age stared at this spectacle in horror. After Evelyn finished feeding Will she led all the children into the playroom and went to clean up the juice. Around one o’clock she came back into the room and let the kids into the living room with her to watch television. Joe, Steven, and Will decided to play hide and go seek. Will was it first. “Ten,” Will announced. Joe watched as Steven ran behind the couch, Joe’s favorite hiding spot. “Nine,” Will called out. Joe had to think fast. He looked all around and not realizing the mistake he was about to make chose to hide beneath the dining room table. Joe crouched down under the table just as Will finished counting. He watched from between a pair of chair legs as Will quickly found Steven behind the couch. Will searched the living room as thoroughly as a three year old can. Joe was nowhere to be found. Meanwhile, under the table Joe was beginning to feel the effects of the juice he drank at lunch. He could feel the growing pressure in his bladder and knew he needed to use the bathroom but was not about to give up a prime hiding spot. Will decided to expand his search for Joe and began searching other the rooms in the house. Joe was starting to hope Will would find him so he could relieve himself. After nearly fifteen minutes of seeking, Will finally entered the dining room. Joe knew his bladder couldn’t hold out much longer. Will circled the table several times. Joe was very still; all his energy was concentrated on his bladder. “Gotcha!” Will yelled as he saw Joe from behind in a ball beneath the chair. Joe was startled by Will’s shout. As he crawled out from beneath the chair and stood up he felt warmth spreading between his legs. He looked down to assess the damage and saw a large, quickly expanding dark spot on his shorts. He could feel the stream of urine flowing from him into his pants but was powerless to stop it. Will saw the terrified expression of Joe’s face and learned the cause of it when he saw Joe try to cover his crotch with his hands. Will looked down and watched as Joe’s piss began to pour out from between his fingers and form a puddle on the carpet. When Will regained his senses he did what any kid does when they see someone pee their pants. “Joey peed his pants! Joey peed his pants!” Will ran straight to Ms. Evelyn screaming. “Where is he?” Evelyn inquired. “In da dining woom,” Will said with pride knowing he had done the right thing. “It looks like we’ve got another baby here today and this one seems to have lost his diapers and peed all over my carpet. Let’s get you cleaned up and into some dry diapers, little one,” She said without raising her voice. As soon as Joe heard the word diapers he began bawling. He turned to run away but before he could move he was swept up into the air. Ms. Evelyn carried him through the house holding him out with her hands under his armpits. “Oh no you’re dripping all through the house, baby, we better get you diapered before you pee all over yourself again.” Joe continued to cry all the way into the nursery. Evelyn laid him down on the changing table and fastened the belt around his waist. Joe began flailing his arms and legs until Ms. Evelyn said, “If you don’t stop squirming I’m going to have to spank you, and neither one of us want that.” Joe thought of his options: 1. Get spanked and put in diapers or; 2. Don’t get spanked but still get diapered. He went with choice two and spared the skin on his butt. “Good, I see you’re going to cooperate,” Ms. Evelyn removed all his clothes and said, "My, you are a big baby. I hope I have some diapers big enough for you.” She reached beneath the changing table and pulled out a large Pamper. She then powdered Joe, lifted his feet up, put the diaper under his butt, and lowered him back to the table. She was about to pull the diaper up between his legs and tape it when the phone rang. “I’ll be right back and finish changing you, baby,” she said leaving Joe laying there half- diapered. “Hello” “Hi, this is Joe Jackson’s mother” “Oh hi Mrs. Jackson, what can I do for you?” “Well, me and Joe’s father decided to go out tonight and we were wondering if you could watch Joe for us till eleven?” “Sure, he’s an angel, it’s no problem” “Thanks a lot, you’re a real lifesaver, Evelyn” “Don’t mention it.” “O.K. I have to get back to work, see you at eleven.” “All right, bye Mrs. Jackson” Evelyn hung up the phone with a sinister grin on her face and returned to the nursery. Joe was still lying there waiting for his diaper to be put on all the way. Sorry I took so long, honey, let’s finish changing you. That was your mommy on the phone. She said she won’t be here till late tonight to pick you up,” she said as she smoothed down the front of Joe’s diaper and taped it into place. Joe was now terrified. While Evelyn had been on the phone all he could think of was his mother showing up and taking that diaper off him. Now his dream was shattered. “It looks like all these clothes are too small for a big baby like you so you’ll have to just go around in a diaper until your mommy can buy you some clothes.” She undid the belt on the table and lifted Joe up with her hands under his armpits facing her. “What a precious little baby you are. Now don’t take this diaper off, we wouldn’t want you having any more accidents.” She then slung Joe onto her hip and headed back to the living room. Just as she was leaving the nursery something caught her eye. “Ooh, this bonnet would look adorable on you, baby.” Evelyn picked the bonnet up off a table next to the door and set Joe on his diapered butt on the table. After tying the baby blue bonnet on him she smiled picked him up and resumed her trip to the living room. Once there she put Joe in a playpen with two other infants. Joe sat there with the two infants for what seemed like an eternity. Every few minutes Will or Steven would come by and ask if Joe needed to be changed or wanted a bottle then run off giggling. After an hour in the playpen Joe caught a whiff of something his nose instantly recognized, dirty diapers. He covered his nose and learned who the culprit was when Lauren, a nine month old began to cry. Ms. Evelyn quickly responded and took Lauren to the nursery to be changed. While she was gone Amanda, Joe’s other cellmate, started crying and smelling like shit. Ms. Evelyn returned with Lauren and traded her for Amanda. “Two down one to go,” Evelyn said with a grin. Joe knew he would have to go sooner or later and hoped it would be much later. He laid back and closed his eyes picturing himself sitting in the playpen with two babies and dumping a load in his diapers. The thought made him cringe. He hadn’t worn diapers in a year and a half and was not interested in going back. When Joe opened his eyes the playpen was empty. Apparently he had fallen asleep and the babies had been picked up. In fact all the kids were gone. It was just him and Evelyn. “You sure are a heavy sleeper, baby. It’s already dinnertime. Lets get you fed and then were going to the store.” Evelyn hoisted Joe out of the playpen and deposited him into a high chair. He was given a bottle, which he drank hesitantly and was then spoon-fed mashed peas, by an airplane. After that ordeal it was time to go grocery shopping. Before taking Joe out of the highchair Evelyn stuck two of her fingers through the leg openings of Joe’s diaper. "Looks like baby’s saving up his pee pee for one big flood,” she said before removing her fingers from the dry diaper. Joe was carried out to the car. When they reached the garage door Evelyn said “Oops, I almost forgot your diaper bag.” She took Joe out to the car and strapped him into a car seat that barely held him then went back inside to get his diaper bag. While waiting in the car Joe caught the first glimpse of himself in diapers in the rear view mirror. There he was a four-year-old strapped into a car seat wearing diapers and a baby bonnet. He looked down at his diapers and saw the strap from the car seat indenting their padding. He studied the diapers more closely and saw some teddy bears playing with blocks that spelled out baby, one of the few words his four- year-old mind could read. He wanted to cry like the baby he appeared to be but fought off the tears. Then Ms. Evelyn returned and they were on their way to the store. Joe’s Life Chp.3 Joe knew he was a little small for his age, but not small enough to pass as a baby. The entire drive to the store all Joe could do was picture himself sitting in the shopping cart in his diapers and bonnet and being laughed at by everyone they passed in the supermarket. When he saw the supermarket in the distance he knew his nightmare was about to become a reality. Ms. Evelyn pulled into the parking lot and parked in a spot next to a cart. She got out of the car, walked around to the passenger’s side, and unbuckled Joe from the car seat. Before lifting him up she checked his diaper again. “If you can stay dry till we get back home I might just take this diaper off of you, baby,” she said as she transferred Joe from the car seat to the shopping cart. Evelyn and Joe made their way to the supermarket. As they entered the sliding glass doors they passed a woman and her three-year-old daughter. “Mommy, how come that baby is so big?” the girl asked. That’s not a baby honey, it’s just a little boy who wears diapers like one,” Joe heard her say as they walked away. Joe felt so embarrassed he wanted to cry. He didn’t think things could get any worse, but of course they did. Joe felt another liquid his body wanted to get rid of. The urge to pee hit him like a ton of bricks. He knew there was no way he could hold it till they were done shopping. Ms. Evelyn took note of the uncomfortable look on his face and continued filling her cart. Joe tried desperately to keep from wetting himself as they entered the frozen food section he felt a little squirt of urine escape into his diaper. Luckily he was able to stop the stream quickly. As they left that section and enter another aisle the battle between Joe and his bladder ended. Joe released a torrent of piss into his diaper. His head turned down and stared at the diaper as he emptied his bladder into it. He felt the liquid cover his abdomen and then spread downwards. He felt the diaper become soggy, encasing him in a warm mush. And he smiled. He couldn’t believe it he almost enjoyed the feeling of being in wet diapers. He looked back up at Ms. Evelyn and she was gone. Joe turned around as best he could with his legs sticking out of the cart and saw Ms. Evelyn looking on a shelf at some baby formulas. Joe then turned to his right and saw a wall of diapers. He looked at the packages and saw all sizes and colors of happy babies clad only in their diapers. Joe began to wonder if diapers were bad after all. Then Ms. Evelyn returned to the cart. Evelyn pushed the cart two or three steps forward and then stopped dead in her tracks. The strong smell of urine coming from Joe’s diaper reached her nose. She slowly looked down at Joe, the grin on her face growing as her line of vision grew closer to Joe’s diaper. She then extended her hand to his obviously wet, sagging diaper and pressed her palm into Joe’s saturated crotch. Under the pressure of her hand a drop of urine squeezed out the left leg opening on the diaper and ran down Joe’s leg. Feeling the tickle of the droplet running down his leg Joe began kicking his legs trying to get it off. Evelyn took her hand off the wet diaper and turned the cart around. “We’d better get you changed. You really soaked your diaper and I’m sure the people who own the store don’t want baby pee dripping on their floor,” she said as she drove the cart towards the supermarket’s bathroom. Having released the liquid from his bladder he saw no reason why he should restrain the liquid from coming out of his eyes. Evelyn parked the cart outside the bathroom, picked the crying boy and his diaper bag up and carried them inside. The bathroom had a changing station inside but unfortunately it was in use by a woman and her eight-month-old daughter. Evelyn set Joe down next to a sink and struck up a conversation with the mother while she changed her baby. Joe was oblivious to what they said, as Evelyn set him down he felt himself fart. Joe always farted just before he was going to poop. He stopped crying and focused on the situation his bowels were now in. Should he just let go and shit his diapers or try and hold it and run the risk of having to be changed again. The decision was out of his hands unfortunately. He felt himself fart again and then he felt his feces escape and fill his diapers. He looked up and saw the mother carrying her baby out of the bathroom. As she walked past Joe she caught a whiff of his diapers and turned to Evelyn. "Looks like your baby has made a mess for you to clean up too,” and laughed quietly to herself as she left. Apparently Evelyn had told her why Joe was in diapers during their chat. "Is that true, baby? Did you mess your diaper, too?” Evelyn walked over and picked Joe up off the counter. “Woo, you’re a real stinker, baby,” she said as carried him to the changing tale. Evelyn put a towel down on the table before she laid Joe on his back. As she deposited him on the towel he felt the poop squish in his diaper and cover his butt. “Now hold still while I get you cleaned up and in a fresh diaper.” Evelyn undid the tapes on the diaper and released a putrid odor that made her cringe. She lifted Joe’s lower body by his feet, removed the diaper and then flipped him over so she could wipe the poop off of his butt. Just then a woman walked into the bathroom with her three-year-old son. When Joe heard the door open he looked over and saw them walk into a stall together without noticing him. Joe heard the mother congratulating her son on using the bathroom like a big boy. Meanwhile, Evelyn turned Joe back over, wiped his abdomen and penis with a baby wipe, and thoroughly powdered him. The woman and her son left the stall and walked over to the sink. "What’s that lady doin' to that little boy momma?” the boy asked as he noticed Joe lying on a table naked except for his baby bonnet while Evelyn put the dirty wipes into the soiled diaper and threw them away. The woman told her son. "It smells like he’s getting his diapers changed, honey. Thank God I don’t have to change your shitty... I mean poopy diapers anymore.” As they spoke Evelyn took a diaper out of the bag and opened it up. She lifted Joe by his ankles again, put the diaper under him, pulled it up between his legs, and taped it on tightly. Evelyn then walked over to the sink and washed her hands next to the woman and her son. "How old is your baby?” the woman asked as she lathered her hands up. "He’s not mine, but he’ll be five next month.” "Five-years-old and he’s still in diapers!? Has his mother even tried to potty train him?” "She thinks it’s cute and doesn’t want him to grow up.” Joe heard Evelyn’s blatant lies but was too frightened to say anything. The woman finished washing her hands, said good bye to Evelyn and left the bathroom with her son. “Maybe I should get some diapers for your mother. I’ve never seen a diaper as dirty as the one you just messed. It looks like you do need to be diapered like a baby.” Evelyn picked Joe up and carried him back out to the cart. She headed straight to the check out line, much to Joe’s delight. She paid for the groceries and they were on their way. Joe was surprised and relieved the cashier didn’t ask any questions about his appearance. When they got back to the car Evelyn put him back in the car seat and they drove home. When they arrived it was around eight o’clock and Joe had fallen asleep in the car seat. Evelyn gently took him out of it and carried him to a crib in the nursery. As she laid him down he awoke briefly and then fell back asleep. She then put the groceries away and returned to the nursery. Joe was out cold. She thought of what he might tell his parents. She figured they wouldn’t be to thrilled with what she had done so she decided to wash Joe’s clothes put them back on him and convince him it had been a dream. It wasn’t the most brilliant plan ever devised but Evelyn figured she could fool the four-year-old child with it. When Joe awoke he was laying on Ms. Evelyn’s couch. He put his hands on his head to see if the bonnet he had grown accustomed to was still there. After noting its absence he looked down and found a shirt where his bare chest had been. Finally his hands shot down to his crotch. No diapers. What had happened, he wondered. Wasn’t he dressed as an infant just a minute ago and wasn’t he in a crib. Could it have been a dream? Joe heard the doorbell ring and saw Ms. Evelyn get up and walk to the door. She opened it and let Joe’ parents in. Joe wondered what his parents would do if he told them the story he was beginning to doubt even took place, and if he did what if his mother thought Evelyn had done the right thing. He decided to just be glad he wasn’t in diapers now. Joe heard the phone ring and his thoughts were brought back to the present. “Hello...Oh, hi sis...Really you’re in town...Sure you can come over, right now it’s just me and Ronald’s son he...All right, see you soon.” Bridget hung up the phone and walked into the living room, a cup of coffee in one hand and Joe’s bottle in the other. She handed Joe the bottle and sat down on the couch behind him. “That was Cindy on the phone she’s going to be coming over soon.” Cindy was Bridget’s twenty-one year-old sister. Joe had spent time with her on a few occasions but not since his recent lifestyle change. She looked like a younger shorter version of Bridget and Joe found her very attractive. He wondered how she would react to his new appearance. “Bridget?” "What is it, babe?” "Did you tell Cindy about... you know?” "What, that you have a crush on her?” Bridget looked at the shocked expression on Joe’s face and began laughing. “Yes, Joe, I told her about your diapers a week or two ago.” Joe's Life Chp.4 "That's not a problem, is it babe?" "As long as she doesn't make fun of me, she won't will she?" "Of course not hun, she likes you and she likes taking care of babies even more than me, so why would she care?" "But I'm not a real baby." "Tell me that again next time I'm changing your diapers and you squirt me with your little fire hose," Bridget said as she looked down at Joe lying on the carpet with his huge white diapered ass sticking up in the air and his bottle inches away from his lips. Joe began to turn red and stuck the nipple of his bottle between his lips. As he nursed the bottle he thought back to the last time he had seen Cindy. It was the day of his father and Bridget's wedding, one year earlier." So, I guess you're my step nephew now, Joe. Maybe you should start calling me Aunt Cindy." "If that's what you want," Joe responded. "God Joe, lighten up I'm only three and a half years older than you, I was just kidding." "Oh, sorry." "Let's go see if the bartender will serve us drinks." Cindy said taking Joe's hand. "Two vodka and tonics," she said to the bartender. "You kids have to have I.D., sorry." Cindy and Joe walked away defeated. "This is bullshit," Cindy said as she looked around the building at everyone drinking away and having a good time. Then she saw a group of her sister's friends in the corner of the room sitting around a table, all of them with babies. " You realize, Joe, were the only people at this wedding out of diapers who can't drink," Joe laughed as he remembered buying himself adult diapers the previous week and how he had diapered himself each night that week before he went to bed. "I guess we'll have to find something else to do." "Like what?" Joe asked. "Can you dance?" "No." "Well I guess were going to have to just talk to each other that doesn't sound so bad, does it?" "Sounds fine to me," Joe and Cindy went over to an empty table and sat down. "You're a sophomore in college right, Cindy?" "Yeah, I'm majoring in Psychology. What do you want to take when you go to college, Joe?" "I'm not really sure but probably something to do with science. How did you decide on Psychology?" "I've spent my whole life trying to figure out what's going through other peoples minds so I figured I might as well get paid to do it." Joe's eyes caught a glimpse of Cindy's erect nipples protruding through her dress and pictured himself sitting on her lap in nothing but his diapers sucking on her perfect breasts. "Are you any good at reading peoples minds?" "Yes, right now you're wondering if I know what you were just thinking about. Since you're a teenaged male, and I'm a beautiful woman, I'm guessing it was some sexual fantasy involving me. But since I don't know you very well I can't be very specific about the fantasy other than that it probably involved my breasts since I saw you just take a look at my nipples. Am I right?" "Actually I wanted to know if you wanted to wear my jacket since you looked cold." "Oh." Cindy said as they both began to laugh. Joe finished his bottle and crawled onto the couch putting his head in Bridget's lap and laying down. "That's a good baby, finishing his bottle for Bridget." She said as she stroked his hair. Joe stared at the television and smiled enjoying the feelings of Bridget's fingers in his hair and the warm milk in his stomach. Joe watched the newscasters but paid no attention to what they said. He then saw the screen go black and he knew that meant they were about to show commercials. The first commercial tried to get Joe to buy a car from Crazy Harold. The second one wanted him to buy deodorant. Then in the third commercial he saw a young child lifting up a potty seat and shaking his head. Then a doctor came on and said something about letting your baby decide when to start potty training. The child then ran up to his smiling mother wearing only his diapers. She changed his diaper smiling all the while and then the doctor came back on and said " New Pampers Baby Dry size 6 for toddlers that aren't ready for training just yet. Bridget looked down at Joe and remarked, "maybe they'll come out with Pampers size 10 someday for teenagers that aren't quite ready to use the toilet." Joe knew she was just joking with him so he wasn't insulted, he just looked up at her and said, "Maybe they'll let us be in the commercial together, Bridget." "Joe, have you thought about what do you want to do when school starts up again?" "Yeah, and I have no idea what to do." "Do you think you can still control yourself or do you really need the diapers now." "Of course I can control myself." Joe said some what offended. "It's just that you've been in diapers full time for almost a month now," as Bridget said that Joe felt a little stream of urine escape from his penis. Bridget saw a strange look appear on his face. Joe began to concentrate on not wetting his diapers to prove to himself that he still had control over his bladder. "What is it Joe?" "Nothing." Joe felt another squirt escape. "Are you wetting yourself right now?" "No!" "Then what is it?" "Just leave me alone Bridget." As soon as those words left Joe's mouth he felt his bladder empty completely and that all too familiar warmth spread throughout his diaper. Bridget watched a look of terror come into Joe's eyes. "Joe I know you just wet your diaper. You don't have to lie." "What are you talking about?" "Am I going to have to start checking your diapers like you were an infant Joe?" Bridget reached down and put two fingers in the somewhat frilly elastic leg holes of his diaper. She found exactly what she expected. As she removed her fingers Joe began to cry like the baby he appeared to be. " Why did you lie to me Joe?" Between infantile sobs Joe managed to say, "I'm sorry...I thought I could hold it...and when I peed myself I was ashamed." "It's O.K. baby don't cry I'm sorry I made fun of you." Bridget wiped the tears from Joe's eyes and began to stroke his hair once again. Joe calmed down and collected himself. He adjusted his slightly wet diaper and closed his eyes to try and take a nap. Once Bridget was sure Joe was asleep she replaced her lap with a pillow and took her empty coffee mug and Joe's empty bottle to the kitchen. She was a little worried about Joe. He hadn't left the house in the three weeks since he started wearing diapers 24 hrs a day, and he was apparently losing control of his bladder completely. She hoped Cindy would be able to help him in some way. Ten minutes later the doorbell rang. Joe slept through it. Joe's Life Chp.5 "Wow, you weren't kidding were you," said Cindy as she stared at the biggest baby boy she had ever seen. "Did I do the right thing going along with what he wanted?" "I'm not really sure, I've never seen any reports on a situation like this. Does he seem happy to you?" "He loves it when I treat him like an infant, every now and then he'll throw a tantrum but not nearly as often as a real baby." "Does he use the diapers?" "If by use you mean pissing and shitting in them then the answer is yes." "And do you change him or does he do it himself?" "I change him just like I would any other baby." "Does he ever get an erection while your doing it?" "No. Of course not," Bridget responded somewhat disgusted. "Well that's good at least he isn't getting anything sexual out of it." "Me changing or bathing Joe is no different than any mother caring for her baby." "Except that he's seventeen years old, not seventeen months old, Bridget." "Just spend a couple days here and then tell me what you think I should do with him. All right Cindy." "Oh don't worry I wouldn't miss an opportunity to study a case like this for anything." "Cindy, I know how weird this situation must look to you, but I love Joe and his father so try and show a little compassion." Cindy nodded to her sister in agreement and walked over to Joe's changing station in front of the television. Once there, she looked into the diaper pail. "I see baby's already had one changing today. How many diapers does he go through every day." "Around five Attends and ten Pampers." "Pampers?" "Yeah I put them inside the Attends so they'll hold more, and Joe likes them because they make his diapers thicker like a real baby's." Joe eyes opened slowly to the sight of the two women talking in front of the television. As he sat up the crinkling of his diapers caught their attention and they turned toward him. " Did you have a nice nap Joe?" Bridget asked and was answered by a groggy nod of Joe's head. Cindy walked over to the couch and sat down next to Joe. "Long time no see Joe...Hmm you look a little different," she said as she put her arm around his shoulder and began looking him up and down with a huge grin on her face. "Did you get a hair cut? No that's not it. Have you gotten taller? No, that's not it either. Help me out here, Joe." Cindy was the first person other than Bridget that had seen him in diapers. He wondered how he would react when someone else saw him. To his surprise he felt very comfortable. "Do you think it might be these diapers I'm wearing Cindy?" Joe questioned. "Oh yes that's right I guess you didn't wear diapers the last time I saw you, it must have slipped my mind." The two of them laughed momentarily, until a muffled fart coming from Joe's diaper interrupted them. Joe knew that fart meant he was about to have a bowel movement so he decided to try and empty his bladder out too. Cindy patted him on the crotch of his diaper and said, " Awwh, is baby gassy? It sounds like he just made a little toot in his dydee." As Cindy's hand touched his diaper his bladder began to empty into it. Cindy felt the diaper become noticeably warmer and left her hand on it. " Uh oh now baby's making wee wee in his dypees." As she said that Joe felt his shit start to ooze out into the seat of his diaper and spread all over his butt. Joe began to squirm and Cindy was about to ask him what was wrong when the smell hit her nose. "Baby. . . did you just mess your diaper too? Because it sure smells like it." Cindy leaned Joe forward and pulled back the waistband on the back of his diaper. " Pee Yuu, I think your mommy had better get you changed out of these shitty diapers. "Come here Joe," Bridget said with her arms outstretched. Joe stood up and was smacked on his padded ass by Cindy. As he waddled over to Bridget his soaked and badly soiled diaper crept further and further down his hips. For a moment Joe thought they were going to fall completely of so he grabbed a side of the waist with each hand and continued to walk with his legs spread widely to accommodate the mass of wet diapers between them. Cindy got up and went to the bathroom while Bridget changed Joe. Cindy returned from the bathroom a couple minutes later just in time to see Bridget tape Joe's diaper into place. Joe looked up at Cindy and noticed she had changed also. She was now wearing a rather skimpy pink string bikini. Joe was mesmerized. " I've got to go to the store and get some more diapers for Joe do you mind watching him while I'm gone?" "Not at all he can come lay by the pool with me. How does that sound babe?" Joe went from lying flat on his back to standing at Cindy's side in a blink of an eye. "All right you two be good while I'm gone." Bridget said as she walked out the door. As soon as the door closed Cindy turned to Joe and pulled his shirt off over his head. "Looks like you need a tan even worse than I do baby." Joe looked straightforward and realized the top of his head barely came up to the five foot nine beauty's chin. Cindy looked down and noticed this fact too. Looking at Joe's unimpressive frame Cindy guessed he couldn't weigh more than a hundred and five pounds. " Ok baby time to go to the pool, Oh you don't have any shoes on you'd better let me carry you." Cindy proceeded to lean over, put her hands on Joe's butt, and lift him up almost effortlessly. Joe was awestruck as Cindy lifted him off the ground and he instinctively wrapped his legs around her waist. As Cindy carried Joe out to the pool she felt the plastic cover of his diaper rub against her bare stomach. She also felt the strain in her arms, which was less than she had expected, and decided that Joe probably only weighed a hundred pounds at most. Cindy had a little trouble opening the back door with Joe in her arms but managed. Once at the pool she set Joe down on a lawn chair and laid herself down on the one next to him. A six-foot high wooden fence surrounded the back yard so Joe wasn't worried about anyone seeing him lying there in nothing but diapers. " You really like this whole baby thing don't you Joe?" "I guess so." "You aren't embarrassed by me seeing you diapered like an infant. Or pissing and shitting your pants like one." "Does it bother you, Cindy?" "I think it's a little weird but I guess it doesn't bother me." "Well then why should I be embarrassed, it feels great being cared for like a baby. I don't have any worries. Someone feeds me when I'm hungry. Somebody cleans me when I'm dirty. If I feel scared or sad someone holds me. I don't even have to worry about getting up to go to the bathroom I just let it rip whenever I feel like it. And with you around I guess I don't even have to walk any more." "Don't get too used to that, you may be light, but I'm not ready to carry a hundred pound baby around all day." "A hundred and five pounds, thank you." "Is that with or with out your dydees on?" "Shut up." The two laid in the sun for about fifteen minutes before Cindy stood up and said, "I'm gonna get in the pool and cool off, care to join me?" "Sure." Joe stood up and began to move towards the pool before being stopped by Cindy, who patted the front of his diaper and said, "You can't get in with these on babe, you'll sink like a rock. Babies don't wear anything when they go swimming, silly." "Then I guess I'll pass." Joe said as he turned back around and returned to the lawn chair. "Suit yourself," Cindy replied as she dove into the clear water. Joe felt his diaper start to become saturated with sweat and wanted badly to get in the water, but he wanted to avoid Cindy seeing his quite unimpressive equipment for as long as possible. Joe had never been very well endowed but while wearing diapers all the time for nearly a month he had watched his penis take on an even more infantile appearance, now barely an inch and a half long and quite thin. Sometimes when Bridget was changing him he would look down and see nothing but the head sticking out. After a few minutes of swimming Cindy got out of the pool and asked Joe if he wanted something to drink. She went back in the house and returned a few moments later with two large glasses of ice water. She handed one to Joe and lay back down. " You don't mind if I get a little sun on my boobs, do you Joe?" "Of course not." With that said Cindy undid her top and exposed her perfect breasts to the sun. Joe tried to act unimpressed at the sight of her breasts but didn't notice his jaw hanging open for a few seconds. Joe's Life Chp.6 Joe’s Life Chp.6 As Cindy turned and smiled at the gawking boy lying a few feet away from her Joe lifted the glass of water to his parted lips and emptied the large glass. “God Joe, you look like you’ve never seen a woman’s breasts before. I figured Bridget let you suckle on hers all the time."Joe shook his head. "Why don’t you come over here on my lap and have a closer look at them.” Joe jumped up pulled up his sweaty diaper and walked to where Cindy was lying. As he began to sit down he was halted by Cindy’s outstretched arm on his chest. "Not so fast, babe, let me make sure you’re not gonna leak on me.” Joe hated having his diapers checked, especially after his little incident with Bridget earlier that day, he was mature enough to tell someone when he was wet. But before he could protest Cindy inserted her fingers in the legs of his diaper causing him to squirm and turn red from embarrassment. “You’re just a little damp but you’d better not leak on me.” “That’s just sweat," Joe defensively responded, still not feeling completely comfortable around Cindy. "Sure it is, babe," Cindy pulled Joe down onto her lap and gave him a little kiss on the forehead. The next thing Joe knew Cindy was guiding her right breast toward his mouth. “Go ahead, don’t be shy, all babies should have a little titty." As Joe felt the nipple enter his mouth he was in heaven. He began suckling like an infant who hadn’t eaten in a week. Cindy smiled as she watched the enormous baby in her lap suckling at her breast. As Joe continued to suck happily Cindy began running the fingers of her right hand up and down Joe’s bare back from the base of his neck to the waist band of his diapers. With her left hand she massaged her free nipple. For the first time in almost a month Joe began to feel himself getting an erection. The sensation of his tiny penis pushing into the thick slightly damp padding of his diapers drew his attention away from the pleasure in his mouth. A new part of Joe’s body became stimulated when Cindy took his hand and guided it to her brown tanned thigh. She began moving Joe’s hand up and down her leg and then released his hand and let him take over. Joe hesitantly moved his hand further and further up her leg. “Don’t be afraid Joe just do what ever feels natural." Joe felt like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders or a soiled diaper had been removed from his crotch. Joe brushed his hand lightly across Cindy’s inner thigh. His next move was to untie the thong strings keeping her last bit of clothing on. As Cindy felt her bikini release she pulled Joe’s head away from her breast and kissed him deeply. Joe began massaging the loins of the naked goddess before him causing her to moan in pleasure. Cindy returned the favor by vigorously rubbing the front of Joe’s diaper. Joe felt the glass of water he drank minutes earlier begin to fill his bladder. He was a little scared after his uncontrolled wetting earlier that afternoon. Joe tensed up a little and Cindy noticed. She responded by disengaging their kiss. “What’s a matter babe? If you’re wet let me know, I don’t want baby pee dripping all over me," Cindy said between moans of pleasure as she smiled at Joe. Before he could answer Cindy resumed the passionate kiss and rubbed his diaper with renewed vigor. As she did Joe felt himself begin to orgasm shooting his infantile load into his diaper. Joe let up on his stimulation of Cindy’s clitoris. “Don’t stop, Joe," Cindy yelped causing Joe to resume, bringing her to orgasm seconds later. Joe collapsed on top of Cindy and the two lied in the sun together basking in their shared pleasure. After a few seconds of Joe laying atop her with his diaper pressed against her abdomen Cindy rolled the light boy off of her onto his side next to her on the lawn chair. “Did you enjoy that, baby?" Cindy asked as she tied her bikini back on and looked around for her top. "That was great," Joe said smiling ecstatically. Cindy watched as his smile disappeared and his face turned bright red. Joe felt his diapers become warm and wet. The stream continued to flow no matter how hard he tried to stop it. Cindy guessed what was happening and placed her hand on the front of his diaper feeling the hot urine soak into it. “Awwh, I got baby so excited he peed his little pampers," Cindy finished putting her top back on and stood up. "Come on, let’s get baby into some nice dry didees before his momma gets back." Cindy lifted Joe up once again and carried the wet teenager back inside. Joe’s Life Chp.7 Joe tried to assess the events that had just taken place beside the pool as his delicate frame was carried in the surprisingly strong, somewhat maternal, grasp of Cindy’s arms. His sexual encounter with this beautiful young goddess had been spoiled by the realization that he could no longer control his bladder. Maybe he had crossed the point of no return into his fantasy world. He had never really given much thought to the future when he began his campaign toward getting Bridget to treat him as a baby. His mind drifted back to the scheme he had used months earlier to bring his fantasies into the stark reality which he now inhabited. In his early teens Joe began to realize his disposition towards diapers. He didn’t understand what it was that drove him to search through magazines for diaper advertisements or the feeling he would get when a commercial for diapers would come on TV He couldn’t comprehend why he wanted to be those babies running around in their diapers and being changed by doting mothers. His fantasies weren’t solely manifested in the day they also came to light in his dreams. He would dream of being sent to school in a diaper or of being changed in public places as onlookers laughed at him and would then awake covered in semen. He thought he was terribly strange and all alone with his desires to be back in diapers. Joe’s eyes were opened the first time he used the Internet and quickly learned he was anything but alone in his desires. He read countless stories, some supposedly true and others pure fantasies not unlike his own. Although he knew he was not alone he wasn’t sure he liked the company he shared his fate with. He learned of theories on why he wanted to return to infancy and could relate to them but he still wasn’t happy. Joe decided that he needed to do something drastic. His father would be leaving on business for five months and he would be living with his stepmother Bridget. He had read some stories of how people had gotten their parents to diaper them and he was determined to try for himself. The first offensive in his battle to return to diapers he decided would take place at the movies. “Bridget, I’m taking you to the movies today. My treat, we can see any thing you want,” Joe announced out of the blue one Saturday afternoon. “Okay Joe that sounds like fun let me just get ready real quick.” Within the hour the two were seated in a darkened theatre. Joe quickly downed his large soda and could already feel it straining his bladder. he wasn’t sure if he was about to do the bravest or stupidest thing he had ever done but he did know he was leaving his seat to pee. Joe began trying to make himself pee as he had done so many times into the diapers he would sometimes get the courage to purchase from local drug stores. At first a tiny stream shot into hi pants and then the dam broke he felt his pant become drenched in warm piss and soon the sound of his urine dripping onto the floor became apparent. Bridget looked around confused for a moment until she saw tears running down Joe’s face and as the screen brightened momentarily she was astonished at Joe’s sodden lap. To make sure what she thought had just happened had really happened she reached out and touched his pee-soaked clothing and was hocked a second time when her fingers registered the wetness. “Let’s get out of here, Joe,” Bridget whispered into his ear. “ Hold this popcorn bag over your pants, O.K.” Joe wiped the tears from his face and complied. As they exited the theatre only a few chuckles reached Joe’s ears but he didn’t mind he knew he was one step closer to fulfilling his fantasy. “Are you all right Joe? It isn’t normal for seventeen year olds to piss their pants like babies.” At the sound of those words tears returned to Joe’s eyes. “ I’m sorry Bridget I don’t know what happened. I haven’t done that since I was a toddler” Joe struggled to say as he wept like a small child. “It’s all right, let’s just get you home and into some dry clothes and we can forget this ever happened.” Bridget said with a motherly smile as she wiped the tears from Joe’s face. Joe debated over whether his next step should be another daytime wetting or if he should wet the bed that night. He couldn’t decide, so he went with both. He set his alarm clock so he could awaken early the next morning and deliberately wet the bed. As he was roused from sleep by the blare of his alarm clock he almost got out of bed and went to the bathroom to relieve himself but then his groggy mind remembered that he could go right where he lay. with out much hesitation Joe began to wet his bed. For a moment he felt bad for all the children who tried to avoid doing what he was now engaged in but it quickly passed as he finished urinating and went to break the news to a sleeping Bridget. Bridget was startled awake by a knock at her door and upon opening it she couldn’t believe what waited for her on the other side. The crying boy before her clad only in a pair of soaking wet boxers left her speechless. “I ...had another ...accident ...I’m sorry Bridget.” Bridget then held Joe in her arms and said. “It’s O.K., Hun, let’s get you cleaned up, don’t cry, babe.” Bridget sent Joe into the bathroom with a dry pair of boxers and began cleaning up his wet sheets. When she finished she approached Joe and said, “ Are you feeling sick Joe? Maybe we should take you to the doctor.” “ I’m fine, I just had a couple accidents, that’s all,” Joe said trying to seem angry. “Well if this keeps up were going to have to do something, It’s just not normal for a boy your age to wet himself.” “I’m sorry ...I just can’t control it. I don’t know what’s wrong.” The tense moment passed and things returned to normal for a few hours. Joe realized it was time for his next move as he sat on the couch next to Bridget later that day. Joe waited until a commercial for baby diapers finished on the television and then wet himself for the third time. Bridget was not amused. “What are you doing!” Answering her own question Bridget then, in a fit of anger and shock, yelled, “ Stop it, you're wetting the couch like a baby. If you don’t quit pissing yourself I’m going put you in diapers like one so you don’t ruin any more of your clothes of the furniture.” Bridget stood up and walked over to the phone as Joe began crying while he sat in a puddle of urine. “Yes, I need to speak to Dr. Jenkins ...I’m sorry to call you on a weekend but my son is having some serious problems ...Well, he keeps wetting his pants ...Seventeen ...No, years ...No he’s not sick at all ...The last two days ...When can I bring him in to see you ...Yes, Wednesday will be fine ...What should I do about his accidents till then ...You want me to put a seventeen year-old in diapers? ...” Joe eyes lit up as her heard Bridget say the word “diapers”, “ I don’t think he’ll go along with it, but you’re right, it is better than him wetting his pants ...O.K. We’ll see you Wednesday doctor, Goodbye.” Bridget hung up the phone and walked back to where Joe sat still in his own piss but no longer crying. “I just talked to the doctor and he said that you should probably wear an adult undergarment until we can see him on Wednesday.” Joe felt himself being released from Cindy’s arms and placed on his soggy diapered butt. “Time to get my itty bitty baby out of his wet little didees,” Cindy said in a voice reserved for speaking to infants before kissing Joe on the forehead. Joe’s Life Chp. 8 As Cindy was discovering that the bag of pampers was empty Joe felt the remaining contents of his bladder escape into his, still warm from his previous wetting, diapers. Cindy watched him writhe on the floor, as if he were an infant still struggling with the mere task of turning over on their own. Before she could inform him of the diaper shortage they were both startled by the opening of the front door. Bridget entered carrying a few large bags from various stores. After setting a couple bags down in the kitchen she headed to the living room with pampers under one arm and attends beneath the other. “You’re not gonna have much luck changing a baby without his diapers Cindy,” Bridget said smiling at her sister and stepson. “Why don’t you go get some clothes on and I’ll take care of this little stinker.” As Bridget knelt down between Joe’s legs and tore open the fresh bag of pampers, Joe remembered the first time Bridget diapered him. After her talk with the doctor Bridget took his advice and headed to the store to purchase adult diapers for Joe. Upon her return and Joe’s staged refusal to put on a diaper, Bridget quickly lost her temper. “ I’m sorry, Joe, but this isn’t up for discussion. You are going to wear this diaper until I can take you to the doctor,” Bridget said with her voice slightly raised and her arm outstretched towards Joe with a diaper in hand. Joe crossed his arms and turned his back to Bridget like a pouting toddler. “I’m giving you one more chance and then I’m putting it on you myself!” After a few seconds and no reaction from Joe, Bridget was completely fed up. To Joe’s astonishment she grabbed his shoulder and spun him around. Then without warning she smacked him hard across the face. Joe felt tears start to well up in his eyes. Through the tears he watched Bridget pull down the same sweat pants he had wet hours earlier exposing his piss-stained briefs. “I guess my little man wasn’t quite ready for big boy pants yet. That’s all right, I’ll just get you out of these wet panties and back into some nice dry diapers were you belong.” With his sweat pants removed Bridget pulled his underwear down to his ankles in one fluid motion. “Stop covering yourself up. From the looks of it I’m going to be changing you for a while so you’d better get used to me seeing your little pee pee.” Joe removed his hands from his genitals. Upon seeing them Bridget looked Joe up and down just to make sure this wasn’t really a baby she was about to diaper. With her hand firmly grasped around Joe’s arm she led him to the couch and laid him down on it. The next thing Joe knew Bridget’s hands were lifting his lower body up by the ankles and sliding the huge diaper under his butt. She then pulled the diaper up between his legs and taped it tightly in place. “There we go, one baby boy back in his diapers where he belongs, until he can hold his wee wee in like a big boy.” Bridget got her first good look at Joe in diapers as he lay there on the couch. As she thought of how embarrassed he must have been she began to feel awful for making fun of him like that. “I shouldn’t have called you a baby, Joe. I’m sorry. I wish you didn’t have to wear that diaper, but the way you’ve been acting the last few days you really need to.” Bridget saw the bottle of baby powder on the table next to the couch and realized she hadn’t put any on Joe. She lifted it up and said, “ Next time I’ll have to remember to put some talc on you.” Joe liked how she said talc instead of baby powder to let him retain a little dignity and he also liked that she implied she would be changing him again. Bridget set the bottle of baby powder down and rubbed it into Joe soft hairless pubic area. Joe’s worries seemed to melt away as Bridget literally pampered him. “ All done sweetie,” Bridget announced as she tickled Joe belly button. “ I hope you and Cindy got along all right while I was gone.” “ "Oh we did,” announced Cindy as she returned to the living room freshly dressed.” In fact we're going to go shopping together tonight.” “ Good, it’ll do you some good to get out of the house Joe,” Bridget said to Joe very surprised to hear that he was going to leave the house. From the look she saw on his face he was apparently surprised too.