The Summer at Aunt Carol's

        When I was 14, my mother and father were finally going to
take a summer off and tour Europe. Since this was to be their
second honeymoon, it was decided to send me to Aunt Carol's for
the three months they'd be away.  I had no objections since Aunt
Carol lived on a lake and had two boys of her own, Jeff who was
my age, and Jon who was 12.  We'd had a lot of fun together over
the years and I knew this summer would be no exception.

        Jeff and Jon had been adopted as babies and looked
nothing like each other.  Jeff was an average 14 year old who had
yet to do his growing.  Jon, on the other hand, was bigger than
Jeff.  He had the height and build of a boy much older, but
looked younger because of his very fair complexion, blond unruly
curly hair and blue eyes.

        When I arrived, Aunt Carol told me I'd be sleeping in the
spare bed in Jeff's room.  While I was unpacking, she came in to
see if everything was OK and asked, "Dave, just wanted to make
sure since this is a new mattress, you don't wet the bed do you?" 
As much as I liked plastic sheets and wanted to say yes, I knew
that if I did my parents would find out since I had not wet the
bed since I was about 3.

        Later on after dinner, Jeff, Jon and I went over to the
nearby schoolyard to kick a soccer ball around.  Around 7:30,
Aunt Carol yelled over to Jon to come in and get ready for bed. 
He left and I asked Jeff why he was called in so early.  Jeff
laughed and said, "I guess you don't know do you?  Jon wears a
diaper to bed since he has wet the bed almost every night since
he was a baby!  Mom feels he needs extra sleep and likes to get
him ready for bed around this time".

        I could scarcely believe my ears as I'd never encountered
a situation where diapering was the solution to bedwetting
control.  I had many questions, but contained myself to a simple
"oh".  The thought of Jon being diapered got me excited as for
the last couple of years I'd found that thoughts of diapers and
plastic pants really aroused me sexually.  I had started
masturbating, but rather than 'jerking' off as my friends talked
about, I was more satisfied laying on my stomach and moving my
hips back and forth while making up fantasies about myself and
other boys being forced to wear diapers and plastic pants.  I
thought I would eventually grow out of this and my sexual
attraction to other boys.  I had no idea why I felt this way but
knew that both desires were not 'normal' and kept them to myself.

        I had never worn real diapers and plastic pants...I just
fantasized about being able to.  I had used flannel sheets and
with a garbage bag tucked in at the waist.  But, this was not
very satisfying as I couldn't wet without worrying about leakage
and it didn't feel I was really being diapered. But I did know
that plastic pants really excited me and that I would give
anything to have a real baby-like pair.

        Although I couldn't wait another minute I managed to play
another half hour of soccer with Jeff before we went in.  As we
were coming through the kitchen Aunt Carol pulled me aside and
said, "Dave, there's something you should know about Jon.  He is
a heavy bedwetter and to make things a lot simpler, he wears a
diaper and plastic pants every night.  I know you may think this
is odd, but I'd rather wash a diaper than sheets and blankets
every day.  Please be nice to him as he's a little sensitive
about this. No teasing, OK?".  I blankmindedly agreed, but was
thinking WOW...what if I had said I did wet the bed...would I
have been diapered too?

        We went down to the rec room to watch TV.  There was Jon,
obviously diapered and wearing a pair of white cotton pajamas
with a pattern of pink and blue building blocks and teddy bears
on it.  They had snaps around the waist to join the top and
bottom, I guess to make sure that they didn't creep down. My
excitement was building and I sat beside him on the couch.  The
smell of baby powder was overwhelming. I wanted to reach over and
feel just how diapered he was and find out what kind of plastic
pants he was wearing.  Just then Jeff said to Jon, "Mommy told
Dave all about you wearing diapers Jonny.  Why don't you
show him just how much of a baby you are.  Come on get up!" Jeff
pulled Jon up and unsnapped the bottoms and pulled them down as
tears started to flow down Jon's rosy cheeks.  He was very amply
diapered in a very thick nighttime diaper and had very baby-like
blue plastic pants with snaps up the sides.  "See just how much
of a baby wittle Jonny is? Why don't you crawl around for us
Jonny?", Jeff demanded.  Jon started to really cry and screamed
to his mother, "Mommy!  Jeffrey's being mean to me". Aunt Carol
rushed downstairs as Jeff was hurriedly refastening Jon's snaps
and yelled to Jeff, "Jeff, I've told you too many times not
to tease Jon about his diapers.  What do you want me to do,
diaper you too?  If I ever, ever find you teasing Jon again, you
most certainly will be young man.  And Dave, the same goes for
you!"  I just about came right then and there!  Aunt Carol then
pulled a Kleenex to dry Jon's tears, gave him a hug and said
"Well Jon, it's time you got to bed anyway!  In fact all of you
might as well go to bed."

        It was only 8:30, but we complied.  I luckily got to
follow Jon up both flights of stairs.  He was so thickly diapered
that he had to waddle bow-leggedly just like a baby, and the
rustle of his plastic pants was unmistakable with his every step.

        That night I could hardly sleep a wink with all the
excitement. For once I could fantasize without even having to
fantasize.  And when I wasn't fantasizing, I was trying to dream
up a plan to get myself diapered. But I'd already said I didn't
wet the bed...wouldn't it be too obvious that I wanted to be
diapered if I was to wet the bed? When I got up that morning,
everyone was downstairs having breakfast.  I wanted to
have a look at Jon's room, but the floors were creaky and I knew
I couldn't get away with it.  When I got downstairs, I couldn't
believe it! Jon was still in his PJs and diapers, and was wearing
a large plastic bib with Big Bird and Kermit on it.  He was
obviously wet since the smell of urine several hours old
permeated the room.  I wondered how they could stand the smell,
although to me it smelled like an exotic perfume.  Aunt Carol
said, "I hope you don't mind the odor, but we always have Jon eat
his breakfast in his diapers to try and reinforce the discomfort
of a wet diaper".  I said that it was fine, but thought to myself
that after 12 years he was probably enjoying it.

        After breakfast, she took Jon upstairs to get changed. 
When Jon came downstairs, he was dressed and obviously back in
underwear since there was no diaper bulge or rustle whatsoever. 
Then Aunt Carol announced that we were all going to the mall
because Jeff and Jon needed some summer clothes.  I asked if I
could stay home and read my book, and she said fine as long as I
stayed near the house.  She had no need to worry.  As soon as the
car was out of the driveway, I locked the doors and ran upstairs. 
When I opened the door to Jon's bedroom, I could not believe my
eyes!  There was more to this story then I had yet been exposed
to.  Jon's bedroom was really Jonny's nursery.  The odor of baby
powder filled the room gloriously.  There was nothing in the room
that said 12 year old...it all said toddler.  The room was
wallpapered with pink, blue and yellow duckies, hobby horses and
teddy bears.  I didn't know what to look at first.  There was no
bed, only a crib more than big enough for Jon.  It was white with
stenciled bunnies all over it.  There were bumper pads to make
sure he didn't get close to the rails.  A shelf within reach of
the crib had all kinds of stuffed animals and a Fisher Price
music box to help baby get to sleep.  Over the crib was a mobile
with all the Sesame Street characters.  The change table was
about three feet high and had a white rubber changing pad
patterned with Bugs Bunny, Sylvester and Yosemite Sam.  There
were six very large drawers below changing level.  Nearby on a
shelf for handy use were large containers of baby powder, baby
lotion, baby wipes and baby oil.  In the first and second drawers
I found thick and thinner (nighttime and daytime, I guessed)
diapers in Jon's size.  I picked one up to feel and smell...it
was so soft and smelled of baby powder too.  There were enough
diapers to diaper Jon full time. In the next drawer were several
sets of pajamas like I'd seen Jon wear last night in all kinds of
kiddie patterns.  The fourth drawer contained more pajamas, only
these were one piece terry cloth sleepers in blue and yellow. 
All of them had snaps on the inner leg for easy changes and some
even had feet.  In the fifth drawer, I found what excited me
particularly, Jon's plastic pants.  I couldn't believe it...there
were at least 20 pairs in the drawer.  I ruffled through them to
have a better look.  There were plastic pants in white,
blue, yellow and white with nursery prints.  About half had snaps
up both sides while the others were snapless.  They were all in
Jon's size since they were all labeled for a 28"-36" waist and
they were all labeled with Gerber.  Some were rubber as they were
translucent and didn't really crinkle, while most were of vinyl
and plastic and were the kind that rustled nicely to make diaper
wearing obvious.  All the plastic and rubber pants were very
baby-like; when I laid them out on the change table the leg
openings were entirely on the front half since baby legs are
typically bent.

        I came in my pants before I could even think about trying
anything on.

        I tried to return everything to its proper place and
quickly went to get cleaned up.  I had come down from the
crescendo but realized that I had to do something to get myself
diapered, without making it too obvious that a diaper and plastic
pants was just what I wanted.  I was almost to the point where it
didn't matter whether my desire was obvious or not!

        I just was laying on my bed and reaching for my book when
I heard them come in.  Aunt Carol came up to the room and asked,
"Are you feeling all right Dave?". I told her no that I thought I
was coming down with a fever.  She felt my head and went to get a
thermometer.  I had wiped my head with a hot facecloth and had a
glass of hot water to fully convince her.  She fell for it and
told me to get into some pajamas and under the covers to rest.  I
pretended to rest and about an hour later with much effort I
managed to wet the bed.  About an hour later she came to check on
me and could smell the odor.  She pulled the covers back, and
yelled "You little urchin. You've wet the bed and it had to be
the new mattress! Get up, clean yourself up and get some new
pajamas."

         When I got back to the bedroom I was disappointed. 
She'd changed the bedding and said, "Well get back into bed. 
I've put a plastic sheet on the bed to protect it.  I'm sure it
was just your fever dear since you told me you don't wet the bed. 
But if this continues, you know how I handle bedwetters!"  I
apologized and thought 'handle me'.  The plastic sheet was some
consolation though.  I loved the way it rustled just like plastic
pants every time I moved. I knew that I'd be ready for another
wetting soon since I'd filled up on water when I was in the
bathroom.  I wet again in the late afternoon and once I was
cleaned up again and tucked away, Aunt Carol sat by me and said,
"I really can't understand a fever having such an effect. 
Anyhow, you know this can't continue forever, don't you Davey?" 
I drowsily replied yes and she left the room.  Jeff came in later
to check on me and asked, "What's going on Dave? I didn't think
you were a little baby too!  You know it won't take Mom long to
bring out the diapers.  Do you need to pee now?"  I replied no
and that I couldn't help it with the fever and all.  I went back
to sleep and around 7 I awoke with a very full bladder, and
thought 'this should do it'.  With little effort I let loose. 
The flow was strong and very warm and I knew this was a heavy
wetting.  At around Jon's regular diapering time, Aunt Carol came
in.

        This was the moment of truth. "Well it smells like we've
wet for the third time today" she exclaimed.  "I suppose it is
time to get Davey ready for beddie-bye" She led me into the
bathroom and said, "Now I'll take care of you wittle guy. Pull up
your arms". She patted me on the bum and pulled my pajama tops
and bottoms off.  Then she washed my soon to be diaper area with
delicate care.  She took my hand and led me naked into Jon's
nursery and said, "This will be the nursery for both Jonny
and Davey now.  Jon is already in his crib, but we've brought out
another crib just like his for you to sleep in.  You won't be
needing the bed in Jeff's room anymore.  Now sit up on your
changing table and lie down like a good little baby".  She
proceeded to oil and powder me with an expert touch.  I was
starting to get a telltale erection. "Well, it seems that baby
Davey likes the thought of being diapered again.  That's good
because I like the thought of diapering baby Davey, and I think
I'll be diapering him for quite a while.  Now just to make
sure baby doesn't cry let's keep him happy".  She opened the
sixth drawer and brought out a perfectly sized pacifier which she
placed in my mouth.  I started sucking immediately.  "I see Davey
likes his dummie...he's going to be a good baby!"  She had be
arch my back to place the thick diaper under me and had it around
and through in no time.  She double pinned me up with yellow
duckie pins.  Then she opened the fifth drawer and said, "Now
which plastic pants does Davey want tonight?"  I really gave
myself away when I nodded to the white plastic pants with blue
and pink ducks and snaps on the side.  "Well it appears Davey had
time to choose his plastic pants earlier in the day.  We best
get them on him before he wets again!" The duckie plastic pants
crinkled as she positioned them under me and wrapped them through
my legs.  The side grommets snapped sharply as each was fastened.
The plastic pants fit perfectly at both the waist and legs and I
knew that I would be secure in wetting as much as I wanted to. 
"Now let's get you into a tee shirt so you can play before bed
time."  She grabbed a white shirt with diapered bears on it and
snaps at the shoulders.  It was quite short on me and did not
cover the diaper at all.  "Now we'll go downstairs and let Jonny
rest a while before we put you to bed."  As I got up, I realized
that I too would have to waddle like a baby since there was so
much diaper in the crotch area.  Each step I took, the duckie
plastic pants were saying, "Here comes baby Davey".  Once I made
it down to the rec room door, I realized that Jeff had some
friends over.  I just about died...it was pleasurable to
diapered, but for kids of my own chronological age to see me
diapered, it was too much.  In my embarrassment I stood there and
promptly wet my diaper.  I don't know where it came from, but the
flow was strong and I was quickly soaked. My soother fell out of
my mouth but luckily Auntie Carol had pinned it to my shirt with
a string.  I started to cry uncontrollably.  Jeff came up to me
and said, "Now Davey, there, there.  No need to cry".  He gave
me a little hug, patted my well diapered bottom, put the soother
back in my mouth and told me to go upstairs and get Mommie to
change my diaper and get me to bed.

        I sniffled as I rustled up the stairs to the nursery
where Auntie Carol was waiting for me.  "No need to cry little
one...we'll get something to soothe your little self."  She
placed her hand down my diaper to check.  "Wet already.  I
figured you'd be a heavy wetter. Well let's get you changed for
bed."  As Jon looked on from his crib, she helped me up onto the
changing table, unsnapped my plastic pants and undid my dirty
diaper.  I was still sniffling as she cleaned me up and
re-powdered me.  The smell of the baby powder finally calmed me
down. She then rediapered me with an even thicker diaper and
pulled out a pair of blue plastic pants.  "I think we best use
baby pants with no snaps for nighttime since you're such a heavy
wetter Davey".  After placing my feet through the legholes, the
plastic pants rustled the whole way up my legs.  She stretched
the waist out in order to get them over my ample diaper and made
sure the waist and legs would have no possibility of leakage. 
Then she pulled out a pair of yellow terrycloth sleepers with a
teddy bear on the chest and had me sit up to take the tee shirt
off and put the top part of the sleepers on and then pulled the
legs underneath me and snapped the innerleg grommets up.  "There
now your all set for the night little guy.  But I'll be in to
check on the both of you through the night to make sure you
aren't too wet.  Luckily your sleepers have a slit in the back so
I can check your diaper easily without waking you up.  Now let's
get up and we'll get you all tucked in
to your crib.  The diaper was massive but the plastic pants were
still large enough to crinkle as I waddled across the room.  She
lowered the front rail and had me get in under the blanket.  The
sheets were baby blue with building blocks and the blanket was
pink.  She caressed my forehead and hair and gave me a gentle
kiss.  Then she pulled up the front rail and said, "Now I expect
you to be in the crib in the morning when I came in.  If you feel
you have to use the washroom, use your diaper, that's what it's
for.  She left the room for a minute and Jon and I just looked at
each other with a knowing smile.  She came back in with two baby
bottles for each of us.  "One is warm milk to help to put
you to sleep tonight, the other is apple juice for the morning
until I come in to get you out of your cribs."

        She placed our bottle in each of our mouths and held it
until we started sucking.  The nipples were large enough that we
could easily suck. "Now the two of you get to sleep.  If you're
both good you might get out of your diapers in the morning. 
Sweet dreams."

        As she turned out the lights the night light shone so
that we wouldn't be afraid and the music box tinkled a reassuring
lullaby.  I patted my diaper to hear the rustle of my plastic
pants.  I had never felt so safe, secure and comfortable.  Be
good she had said.  I intended to be bad!