From: (MSimans) Subject: Repost by request Mommy love me part 0ne Date: 24 Sep 1995 21:35:57 -0400 Mommy Loves Her Little Baby Introduction I really thought my mom didn't care about me anymore, she worked all the time, never paid me much attention, unless I was in trouble, which was quite often. I really wanted her to show me some love. So I came up with a plan. When I was four I wet through a bed-wetting phase and woke up wet and sad every morning, but my mom was so cool about it, she always hugged me and made me feel good, I figured if I could start wetting my bed again, she would love me again. And that's how it all started. Chapter One. My alarm went off at 6am, much earlier than I wanted to get up, but I had plans to take care of. I shut the alarm off as fast as I could, got out of bed, and checked the hall for signs of mom. She was still in bed asleep, my alarm had not woken her. Like every morning I needed to pee bad when I first woke up, but instead of going to the bathroom, I got back in bed, under the covers like I was asleep and tried to pee. It was harder than I thought it would be, but I managed to wet my bed and my pajamas which was quite uncomfortable, but I tried to go back to sleep, to let mom "find" me when she comes to wake me up. I didn't actually fall asleep, so I heard my mom come into my room, and sit on the edge of my bed. I felt her feeling around on the blanket which was now wet, and she made that motherly sigh sound. "Honey, wake up, come on sleepy head." I rubbed my eyes and pretended to awaken from a deep sleep, and then trying to be quite an actor, I lifted up the blanket, looked down at myself, and started to cry (faking of course) "It's okay honey, you haven't done that in a long time, it's just one accident" Mom said as she hugged me and rubbed my forehead. "You better shower before camp sweety." She was right, I didn't want to smell like piss all day at day camp. I liked camp, we did all kinds of cool projects and all my friends go there too. I went and showered and returned to my room to find that mom had already changed my bed sheets and blanket. I got dressed and went down to have breakfast. For the first time in over a month mom sat down and ate with me! I knew she was trying to make me feel better and I loved it. "Honey, don't forget I will be picking you up at noon today, you have to see Dr. Randall for your yearly check-up today." I told mom I wouldn't forget and washed my cereal bowl. Mom finished getting ready for work and drove me to camp. Camp was allot of fun today, I made macaroni necklaces and played kick-the-can, I didn't want to leave early, but I knew better than to argue about it. Before going to the doctors office, Mom and I had lunch at Burger World and she let me play in the ball pit for a while. We drove another block or two to the doctors office, and were shown right to the exam room. Doctor Randall was always on time, I liked that, cause sitting in the waiting room really sucks. "Hey there little man, long time no see?" Dr. Randall was always cool, I liked him allot, except when he stuck me with needles, then I mostly just kicked him. He examined me like every year, while talking about nothing. " Has he been having any problems?" He asked my mom, I prayed she didn't say it, but she did. "well, since you brought it up, he did pee his bed last night." They talked back and forth for a few minutes, but since it was only one time, he dismissed it as a simple accident. He gave me a "I was brave today" sticker and sent us on our way. We went home, and mom said she had taken the rest of the afternoon off to be with me. We watched TV together and talked more than we have in a long time, and I helped her make dinner. It felt so great to get so much attention from her, and I decided not to loose that attention again. Chapter Two The next week was great, mom showed me allot of attention, and love. But she started to worry about my wetting. She made me go back to the doctor, which I did just to keep her attention. He said that I was fine, and it's probably just my body growing and adjusting, and not to worry about it too much. Mom dropped me off at camp after the appointment and went to work, saying we would talk about "things" tonight over dinner. I was nervous, because whenever she says we'll talk later, it usually means I am in trouble! I wasn't paying much attention the games at camp, and was relieved when mom came to pick me up. I wanted to get this over with as soon as possible. Mom picked up a pizza on the way home, and we sat at the table and ate. The whole time I was waiting for her to say something. Finally she did. "Honey, I think we need to talk about your bed-wetting." I didn't know what to say, so I waited for her to continue. "I'm not mad at you, and I know it's not your fault, but we need to do something about it, I don't have the time to wash your sheets every day, and I'm sure you hate waking up wet every morning, so I decided to have you start wearing a diaper to bed." I started to protest immediately and began to cry, real tears this time. Mom got up from her seat and came over to me, and led me to the living room couch, we sat down, me sitting on her lap, crying on her shoulder. "I know honey, It's not that bad. You'll like it better than wet clothes trust me." She held me tight and rubbed my back as I continued to cry. After another twenty minutes, I slowly stopped crying and told her it was okay to diaper me. Sure the truth would have stopped this dead, but I wanted her attention, besides she would be mad if she found out I had been wetting on purpose. "okay honey, I have to go to the drug store to get diapers to fit you, why don't you lay down here on the couch and try to relax until I get back." I told her I would try to calm down, and she left. I flipped through the TV channels not really paying attention and finally chose some sit-com and laid back to watch. Mom returned less than an hour later with two bags of attends youth size diapers and some wipes and assorted junk. She put the bags in my room, and sat on the couch to watch TV with me. I was nervous about wearing a diaper, and really wanted to get one on, to at least not have to worry about it any more, I asked my mom to diaper me now, so I could get used to it by bed, and she agreed it was a good idea. She went to my room to get one of the diapers, and I striped off my pants and underpants to make it easier for her. "Good boy, your being so grown up about this." Her words shocked, me grown up about wearing a diaper? She must have noticed the look on my face "Honey, you are very grown-up to wear a diaper" Again I was stunned, I asked why she thought so "Because, you know you need to wear one, and it's best for you, so you are doing what needs to be done, that's a very grown-up attitude to have." That made me feel a little better and before I realized it, I had a diaper on. Without being asked, I got up and walked around a bit, to see how it felt. It felt weird, I knew I was walking funny from the bulge between my legs, and could tell that mom was having a hard time trying not to giggle. It wasn't that bad, and in a way actually felt good. I sat back down on the couch. "So, what do you think?" Mom asked me. I told her it wasn't that bad, and that I could get used to it. "Okay then, if you like them so much, you can wear them all the time" I froze for a second before she told me she was kidding, and then I started to laugh and hugged her. When it was my bedtime, mom tucked me in bed, and brought me a glass of milk. "drink up, you don't need to worry about it now." I drank the whole glass and she kissed me one more time before turning out the lights and leaving. I called her back, and reminded her to turn my night light on. Okay, maybe I am a little afraid of the dark, I like having a light on. Mom smiled and turned my night light on, and left this time leaving the door open a little. She knew I liked that, but for some reason she always makes me ask to have the light left on, I figure she's hoping I'll get over my fear, but I doubt it. Chapter Three I woke up wet today, although I don't remember doing it. I was wet and the filling on my diaper squished between my legs with each move. I wanted to get up and change, but I didn't think I could diaper myself. It must be hard to get a diaper to fit right on yourself. I laid in bed quietly, and noticed that my butt was starting to sting a little from the wetness. I called out for my mom, and within seconds she was there. "Morning baby, how did you sleep?" I told her I slept good, but needed to be changed badly. Mom took off my wet diaper and I went to shower. Nice and clean, I got out and toweled myself dry and went back to my room to get dressed. Mom walked in as I pulled up my Animaniacs Underoos. "Wait a minute honey, come lay on your bed" I started to cry, and asked her not to diaper me, I didn't want anyone to see me at camp with a diaper on. "Honey, I'm not going to diaper you, but you have a slight diaper rash. I have to put some cream on so it gets better" I was relieved and jumped on my bed pulling my underpants back down in mid air. Mom spread a good layer of cream on me, and pulled my underpants up for me. "Okay, get dressed or you will be late." I finished dressing and went down to breakfast. Mom and I ate together again, and then she dropped me off at camp. I was playing with my friends making a whole city to use the matchbox cars in. I had to pee, but I decided to hold it so that I could keep playing. About ten minutes later I was still holding it, but it was getting hard, and I could feel my underpants getting damp from the little pee that managed to escape. I decided I had to go right away, so I got up and started to run for the bathroom. I got there in record time, but someone was already in there. I stood outside the door, doing the pee pee dance and holding myself to try and stop the pee from coming out, but more and more was escaping and now there was a wet spot on the front of my pants. Finally the urge over took me and I was soaked from the waist down. I didn't want to go back outside and let my friends see me like that, and it was now pointless to wait for the bathroom to free up so I went to the locker area where we put our stuff, and sat down in the corner. I decided to wait until my pants dried off some, but after an hour, one of the camp leaders found me, with my pants still wet. "Tommy, what are you doing in here?" I tried to tell her I didn't feel well, but as soon as s I got up the secret was out. "I guess we had an accident, didn't we?" I started to cry and apologize. "It's okay, we all have an accident some times, we will have to call your mom, we can't leave you in these wet clothes." She led me to her office and I stood in front of her desk, while she called my mom at work. "Yes Janet, Tommy had a little accident, I'm afraid your going to have to pick him up, he needs to change his clothes before he catches a cold." I continued to cry while I waited for my mom to come get me. Mom pulled up and I got in the car, sitting on a towel mom had placed on the seat. She nor I spoke the whole ride home. Mom followed me up to my room, and took my wet clothes from me, while I showered again. Mom was sitting on my bed when I got out of the shower. "Honey, I have to get back to work, so we will talk about this when I get home, for now I'd like you to lay down, take a nap, and relax." I told her I would and kissed her on the cheek. Even though it was only 2pm I put PJ's on, because they are comfortable, and I didn't plan on going any where.