The 16 year old who wore diapers.
By Lil K.
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This is a story of regression. It is based on an actual event that someone told me happened.
The names have been changed to protect the innocent.
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Part I:
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As I got off the plane, my Aunt Kristy walked over to where my mom, sister, and I were standing.
"Hi!" she squeeled at us. I said hi back, and after an embarassing tale of how she hadn't seen
me since I was still in diapers, we left for her house. I was rather excited about meeting my 16
year-old cousin, Steve. Being only 8 at the time, I looked up to Steve. He had a car, a license,
and a girl which he called his "main squeeze."
One day, the 7th of December (I think. We were there for all of December.), he took me for a
drive in his car. The stero blasted as we rolled out of the driveway and on to the street.
He hit the gas, squeeled the tires, and we rocketed off toward the grocery for some food-stuffs
for dinner. As we got close to the store, a van swerved in front of us. Steve leaned on the horn,
slammed the brakes, and swerved toward the side-walk, which he thought was clear of people.
He was wrong. We plowed into a young girl at 35 MPH, killing her instantly. Steve shrieked, and
jumped out of the car. The van just took off, not caring what happened. I went to the phone and
called 911. Steve told me where we were, and I relayed this info to the operator. Steve was
administering CPR to the girl. It was already too late.
Part II:
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That night, Steve and I were so shook up, Aunt Kristy gave us some warm milk. She gave it to usin a baby's bottle, since whatever cup she gave us shook right out of our hands and spilled on the carpet. "This way it won't spill." she said confidently. I sucked on it readily, while Steve took a while to get the hang of it. After that, we were both tired, so my mom sent us to bed.
We went to bed, saying we would take a shower in the morning, and fell right asleep in the same bed.
When I woke up, the bed was wet. I wasn't a bedwetter, so I assumed it was Steve. I suddenly felt a warm stream of pee running down my crotch and onto the bed. I was so astonished. I had peed while awake without knowing it. Aunt Kristy was coming down the hall, so I pretended to be asleep. She came in and saw the mess, and sighed loudly. She called in my mom and showed her what happened. I heard them whispering, but could only make out one sentence: "They must be terribly frightened by this.
Look, Steve is sucking his thumb!" I rolled over, trying to make it seem like I was asleep, and had a look for myself. She was right! Then, they woke us up. Steve discovered what he did and started crying. I was taken aback. I had never witnessed this site before. Aunt Kristy picked him up out of bed and cradled him like a baby, trying to calm him down. A large wet spot began creeping down her sweater (It was 10:00 a.m. They were ready to go out.). She sighed, and carried Steve into the bathroom. My mom sat down and asked my what was wrong with Steve.
I told her: "That girl he ran over was his girlfriend's sister. Steve told me they were good friends." Aunt Kristy popped her head in the door and told me to come into he bathroom, too. She took my mom aside and talked with her for a minute or two. I heard bits and pieces of the conversation.
Something about "Diapers" and "Steve just had another accident." My mom nodded her head, grabbed the car keys, and left. I went into the bathroom and saw steve sitting in the tub with large logs of poop floating around him. Aunt Kristy bathed us like we were babies (Which felt very good), dried us off, wrapped the towels around our waist, picked us up and carried us back to the room. About a minute later, my mom returned from the store with 2 cloth bags full of stuff.
Part III:
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As my mom came into the room, I heard the jostle of things inside the bags, but still couldn't tell what was in them. She set them down on the floor, and Aunt Kristy had me and Steve lay on the floor. Since we were naked, I protested. My mom said to do it, so I did. Aunt Kristy pulled 2 boxes from the bags, opened them up, and presented us with the contents.
They were pacifiers! Once again, I was astonished! I tried to speak, but my mom placed it into my mouth, and told me to suck on it. I complied, and she said, in a babyish tone, what a good boy I was.
Then, Aunt Kristy went over to the bags and produced 2 bags of diapers, one larger sized than the other. I will mention that I had a slight interest in diapers then, so I didn't say anything. As my mom opened the packages, Aunt Kristy got the baby powder ready. I suddenly started peeing wildly.
My mom swiftly rolled my over onto the towel, and I soaked it. Aunt Kristy made some comment how she was glad that she got these. We were diapered, and given shirts to wear, but no pants.
My sister commented about how cute we looked in our diapers (She was only 3, and still wore diapers.). We were then carried to the table, where we were presented with baby bottles for our breakfast. I accepted and drank it down, but Steve had to be helped by Aunt Kristy.
Later that day, we went to the ice-cream shop for a treat. Steve's pants fit over his diaper because they were baggy, but mine didn't. I got to wear some of Steve's pants, but with a really long belt and the legs rolled up. As I walked in the shop, I felt a large log slip out into my diaper. I had pooped without trying to hold it back! Heck, I didn't even know I did until I sat down and it smooshed all over my rear. A foul smell drifted about me, and my mom noticed. "Do you need to be changed, Billy?" she asked me. I shyly answered with a yes. She picked up the diaper bag that was brought along and lead me to the bathroom that they had there. It was like a normal bathroom at a house, so we were the only ones in there. There was a changing table in there, so my mom put me down on it, further smearing the poop around. To top it off, I was wetting as she put me down! I asked her to wait until I was done, and she complied. After I was changed, she carried my out to the table. Aunt Kristy checked Steve's diaper, and went to change him. After we were done with the ice cream, we went home, where Steve and I were put down for a nap in the new crib that was ordered for Steve. Aunt Kristy brought us warm bottles to drink and pinned our pacifiers to our shirts. After the bottles were finished, she put the pacifiers in our mouths and left the room. I drifted off to sleep while the smell of Steve's poopy diaper filled the room.
TO BE CONTINUED…..