DIAPER DILEMMA When Mrs. Brandt called me to baby-sit for the whole weekend, I figured why not. For what she'd be paying me, I didn't mind wasting an entire weekend. At 7:30 on Friday night, I went over to their house. I quickly saw their younger son, Glenn (age 7), but I couldn't find Kyle (age 12). I asked Mrs. Brandt where Kyle was, and she told me. "Kyle's been a monster all day. He locked himself in the basement. He was acting like a baby, so he's to be treated as one. I don't know if you know this or not, but Glenn wets the bed and wears diapers to bed. Here's one of his diapers. I want you to put it on Kyle. It probably will be real tight, so here is some money to buy whatever you need to keep him a baby." "When does this baby thing end?" "He has to be a baby until we get back. He's not allowed to use the bathroom at all, so you'll be changing some poopy diapers, but I hope you don't mind. You know what-he isn't even allowed in the bathroom, unless you want to give him a bath." "Does this include in public?" "Definitely. He embarrassed me so bad at the mall today, that he needs a dose of his own medicine. You have to do whatever it takes to make him a baby. We set up his old crib from the attic in his room, and he's to sleep there. We're going to set up the old playpen now, too, along with the high chair. He can't watch TV, or eat adult food. You should buy some baby food when you go out, and some bottles, pacifiers, and formula, too, along with some diapers that will fit him. We already have wipes and powder from Glenn, so there's no need to buy that." "OK. When will you be leaving?" "We're not leaving until you put the diaper on him. We want to show him that we are behind you 100%." I take the diaper from her, and go down to the basement. I tell Kyle the situation, and that I have to put the diaper on him. He tries to run, but I catch him, and pin him down. He tries to get loose, but he can't. I quickly pull his pants down, and take them off. Kyle starts to kick me, and kicks me right in the balls. I wince, and put more pressure on him. He tries to bite me, but I dodge his teeth. I take his shirt, and pull it over his head so he can't see, and so his arms are pinned, and put him back on the floor. I quickly put the diaper on him, and surprisingly it fits (it's a medium size diaper), but it's tight enough to see him uncomfortable by wearing it. I leave his pants on the floor, and have him walk upstairs with just a shirt on. When we get to the top of the stairs, it's obvious that he doesn't want to go through the door. I open it up, and push him through. Kyle doesn't know what to do, so he just stands there. His mother comes up to him and says: Ben is in charge of you. You MUST stay a baby until we get home. You have to do EVERYTHING that a baby does. You can't walk, you can't talk. If you want something, you cry. If you have to go the bathroom, you go in the diaper. Ben will change you, and he knows the rules. If you don't like it, tough." Kyle just looked at his mom, and cried. He sat down, and threw a tantrum. "Ben, you should go shopping for the baby items tonight. His diaper looks too small, and I know that he'll need another one." "OK. Hey-Can I spank him? When I put his diaper on, he kicked me in the balls. "No. No spanking. Why don't you make him wear that to the store? That should make up for it. There's a car seat in the garage, and he has to ride in that." "OK. See you later." PART 2 The Brandts left, and I went, and installed the car seat in the back seat my car. When I got back, I couldn't find Kyle. I looked all around, and finally found him in his room, wearing his regular clothes. I asked him wear his diaper was, and he showed me a pile of torn up cotton and plastic in his garbage can. I raised my eyebrows, and left. I went into his brother's room, and grabbed a diaper, wipes, and powder. Then I went downstairs, and found a pacifier. I went back up to Kyle's room, and quietly set down the stuff. I grabbed Kyle, and put him on the changing table that his parents set up in his room. He started struggling, but I easily kept him down. I grabbed the pacifier, and put in his mouth, and put his shirt over his head like before. Then I took his pants off again. I put the underpants aside, and took out the wipes. I wiped him, and then I powdered him. He started struggling again, but I made him stop. I put another diaper on him, and made him lay there. Then I made him watch me as I took all of his underwear, and put it in a bag. I told him, that he would never see them again if he kept this up. He started crying, and calling me names. "Babies don't talk. You know that. You are already in trouble, do you want to be in more? Do you wanna go to the store wearing just a diaper? If yes, keep talking. If not, then keep that pacifier in your mouth. He put the pacifier in his mouth, and sat there pouting. I picked him up, and carried him like a baby down the stairs. PART 3 He put the pacifier in his mouth, and sat there pouting. I picked him up, and carried him like a baby down the stairs. I put Kyle in the playpen, and got ready to go to the store. Since it was the middle of the summer, a jacket wasn't necessary, and I was ready to go. I got Glenn in the car, and went and got Kyle. I picked him up out of the playpen, and carried him to the car seat. he struggled while he was put in there, but he knew I was serious, and didn't want any more trouble. Mrs. Brandt gave me her charge card, and told me to get whatever I needed for this, so I decided to go full hilt. I decided to go to the local Jewel, and pulled in to the parking lot. I parked next to the "Cart Caddy" for easy access, and got out of the car. With Glenn at my side, I went over to get Kyle. I undid his car seat, and picked him up. I put him in the front of the cart, and went into the store. Keep in mind that Kyle is wearing just a diaper and a T-shirt, along with a pacifier that's in his mouth. We went to the baby aisle, and looked around for diapers that would fit. I knew that the medium size diaper that he was wearing was too small for him, but I wasn't sure if large would be too small or not. It took me some time to find the right size diapers (Huggies SuperThick Large), and while we were waiting, Kyle got many dirty looks, and possibly saw some friends of his, but I couldn't tell. After I picked out the diapers, I went over to the bottles and pacifiers. I picked out several bottles when I heard Kyle start to whine. I looked over, and it looked like he was trying to hold his pee in. All of a sudden, he sighed, and relaxed. I watched as his diaper started sagging and turning the darkest yellow I've ever seen. Kyle turned bright red, and tried to hide. I asked Kyle if he had just wet his diaper, and he nodded yes. Then he started to cry. I told him, that he should get used to wetting and messing in his pants because he was NOT going to even be in the bathroom until his parents got home. Kyle cried some more, but after awhile, he calmed down. I pushed him over to the toy section in the baby aisle, and asked him which toys he would most like to play with while he was in his playpen. He picked several out, and seemed content. He put one of the toys in front of his soaked diaper to hide it, but I wouldn't let him. I took the toy, and put it in the back of the cart. He looked very disappointed, and even more embarrassed. Finally, we got everything we needed-diapers, pacifiers, bottles, bibs, baby food, formula, juice, toys bonnets, and baby silverware. We went and checked out, and the bag boy started picking on Kyle. He started teasing him calling him a big baby, and teased him about his soaked diaper, and pacifier. Kyle started to cry again, and I smiled knowing that Kyle must have now been as embarrassed as Mrs. Brandt earlier in the day. We went out to the car, and by now, I couldn't stand the smell of the wet diaper. I put Glenn in the car, and sat Kyle down in his car seat. I unfastened the tapes, and took off the wet diaper. The diaper was soaked! It weighed about 5 pounds, and it was all pee. I knew that this was going to be a long weekend if Kyle was going to do this much in his diapers. I laid Kyle down on the back seat, and opened up a pack of new diapers. I took one out, and noticed that they live up to their claims 'SuperThick'. The diaper was about 3 times the size as the regular disposables, and 8 times the size of the diaper he was previously wearing. I put it on him, and it fit perfectly! Even though it fit good, the thickness of it made him sit up 4 inches in his car seat. I figured it was dinner time, and I went to the trunk, and made Kyle a bottle of formula. He didn't want it at first, but when I told him that it was all he was going to get all weekend, he quickly grabbed it, and started sucking on it. He finished the bottle in a minute, and I could tell he wanted another one. I made him another one, gave it to him, and drove home. PART 4 When we got home, I carried Kyle into the house, and burped him. Then I put him down in the playpen with some of his toys, and went and got Glenn ready for bed. I went upstairs, and Glenn was already laying down on his changing table. He had his pants off, and had his diaper in his hand. I took the powder, and powdered him, and then lifted up his legs. I slid the diaper under his butt, and spread it through his legs. I taped his diaper closed, and put him on the floor. I told Glenn to get into bed, but he told me that he had to get his bedtime clothes on. I figured that he had some Power Ranger pajamas, but he brought out this thin one piece suit that had snaps for the diaper. I assumed correctly that Mrs. Brandt had ordered this special because she needed easy access to change Glenn's diapers. Glenn showed me that he had a whole bunch of them, about 20, and they were of all different sizes. I grabbed the biggest one I saw, and tucked Glenn in bed. I turned off the lights, and went downstairs. I guess I forgot to mention that the Brandt boys were small for their age (Glenn looks four), but I'm sure you assumed that when you found out that Glenn wore medium size diapers! Not only are they small for their age, but they are also almost the same size. Anyway, I brought the one piece bedtime outfit downstairs to the playpen, but Kyle wasn't there. I glanced around the room, but couldn't find him. I called out to him, but he didn't answer (of course he wouldn't!). I quickly started looking around the house for him, and I finally found him playing Nintendo in the basement. He didn't have anything to say, but I was furious! I carried him upstairs, and took his diaper off. I was about to spank him, when I remembered Mrs. Brandt order not to spank him. I told Kyle not to move, while I went into the kitchen to look for something else to do to him. I had thoughts of him outside in just his diaper for a day, but I quickly deep-sixed that idea, because I figured that would be crossing the line. That's when I noticed the note on the counter. "Ben- If Kyle is a holy terror, use these on him. It will teach him! Give him one at a time, but do it as much as you want! While your at it, give him some of the tablets, too! -Mrs. Brandt" I didn't know what she was talking about until I saw the box of suppositories lying on the counter. A little further was a box of laxatives. Kyle was definitely not going to have a good time this weekend! I made Kyle another bottle of formula, but this time, I put 4 laxative tablets in the bottle with it. While they were dissolving, I got the suppository ready. PART 5 went over to Kyle with the suppository and the bottle with the 4 laxatives in it. I told him that he to drink all of the bottle or I would put him outside all day in just a diaper. He quickly drank all of the formula, and smiled at me. While he was drinking his bottle, I put his diaper back on him. Then I told him that he wouldn't have to be outside in just a diaper all day, and he should come upstairs now, and I would throw all of the baby stuff away. He quickly ran upstairs, with me following right behind him. When Kyle stepped into his room, I grabbed him from behind, and pinned his arms behind his back. Then I picked him up, and laid him on the changing table. He started kicking and screaming, but I held him down, and told him what he had just drunk. I told him that he had ingested enough laxative for an elephant, and he turned white as a ghost. While he was in shock, I lifted up his legs, and undid his diaper. I quickly shoved the suppository up his butt, powdered him, and taped a new diaper on. He came to, and I told him what I had just put in him, and what it does. I also told him that he wouldn't be getting a new diaper on until morning, and he would have a full diaper in about 30 minutes. Kyle started to cry, and then I told him that he would be wearing the one piece thing at night, and during his naps. I also told him that he might have to wear it out in public if he didn't cooperate. He calmed down, and I stood him up. I put his feet in, and pulled the rest of it up his legs. Then I put his arms in, and pushed his head through. I fastened the snaps at the crotch, and laid him down in the crib with another bottle, and told him that I was going to be checking on him soon, and when he finished his bottle, he was to put the pacifier in his mouth for the night. He nodded, and I left. PART 6 I came back in the room in a few minutes, and Kyle was fast asleep in his crib. His empty bottle was lying next to him, and he had his pacifier in his mouth. I unsnapped his pajamas at the crotch, and pulled it up so I could check his diaper. Since the tapes were resealable, I undid them, and looked inside. His diaper was a total mess. There was poo everywhere, and it was also soaked with pee. I put another suppository up his butt, and retaped his diaper. I resnapped his pajamas, and went to bed. Kyle woke me up early the next morning and told me to change his diaper. I immediately got up, and started yelling. I told him that he wasn't allowed to talk, he was supposed to cry. I also told him that he would have to lay in his crib with a messy diaper for another hour, then he was to wake me up by crying. He looked reluctant, so I picked him up, and carried him to his changing table. I unsnapped his pajamas at the crotch, and untaped his diaper, I put yet another suppository up his butt, and retaped his diaper. Then I resnapped his pajamas, and put him back into the crib. When I knew he wouldn't get up, I went back to bed myself. PART 7 An hour later, Kyle's crying woke me up. Boy did he have strong lungs! I got up, and went in to check on him. By now, his diaper was so smelly, that it nearly knocked me out when I stepped in the room. I picked him up, and held him at arm's length while I carried him to the changing table. I unsnapped his pajamas, and untaped his diaper. It was too messy to clean with just wipes, so I decided to give Kyle a bath. I retaped his diaper, and carried him to the tub. I turned the water on, and told him I'd be right back. I went in Glenn's room to see how he was doing, and he was still sleeping. I could also smell his diaper, but it wasn't as strong because it was only pee. On the way back to the bathroom, I decided to "spy" on Kyle. I peeked around the wall, and saw him sitting on the toilet. He flushed, and put his messy diaper back on. When he was all finished, I went back in, and turned the water off. I took off his diaper, and put him in the tub. While I was bathing him, I told him that I had a surprise for him for later in the day. His eyes got big and enthusiastic, and he smiled in anticipation.