When I was 14, I was a foster child. I had been in several foster homes before I went to live with the Murphy family. I had problems with bedwetting and none of the other homes I lived in wanted to put up with me. Mr Murphy was a nice man but strict. Mrs Murphy was a big woman and very kind. The Murphy's owned a farm and they were in a pretty remote part of Missouri. I'd been getting kicked around from home to home so much I was a wreck. Some of my previous foster parents were quite abusive by spanking me and smearing my wet or messy pants in my face. When I moved in with the Murphy's they made it plain that they would tolerate my wetting at night but I would be wearing diapers until it stopped. As far as day time accidents went, they told me that if those occurred, they would deal with them appropriately. The first week of night time diapers were different. They helped me get into my diapers at around 8 at night. I got to watch TV until 9 and then to bed. I remember sitting in the living room watching TV with them and feeling so strange on account of the diapers. Every morning I woke up wet, and every morning after breakfast I was stripped and Mrs Murphy gave me a bath before school. When summer came, this routine continued, but sometimes I didn't get my bath until later in the morning. I got used to being in a wet diaper and sometimes I would wet after I woke up. One time, after I had been given my bath I forgot I wasn't in a diaper and I wet my pants. I was given a spanking and made to wear a diaper all day (nothing else), but I didn't mind too much since it was a typical Missouri summer and the cloth diapers were cooler than my shorts. But later that day I had to poop. Mrs Murphy made me go in my diaper. I was real embarrassed but it wasn't what I had expected. It felt real nice and warm and mushy. I kind of liked it. The next day, I wet myself again, this time on purpose. Mr Murphy didn't say a word, he just went to the wood shed and started working. Mrs Murphy put me back in a diaper and asked me if I liked being a baby. I, of course said no. She told me that since I was starting to have daytime accidents she thought maybe I should be in diapers around the clock. "In fact", she said, "We'll keep you in diapers this week and see how things work out." About this time Mr Murphy brought in an old crib that had been in storage. He fixed it up in my room and reenforced the frame so it would hold a larger, heavier mattress. He said that he thought I was acting like a baby, dressing like a baby, and that I might as well just be a baby. That day I was fed in a high chair, had my diapers changed for being wet and messy and I was actually getting to like being treated as a baby. One day when I messed my diaper I was out in the woods alone. All I had on was my diaper and plastic pants. I sat down and started to feel the poop ooze around my diaper. As I sat there I got a sensation in my wee wee. I was getting sexually excited and I reached into my diaper and started to masturbate. I was getting poop all over my hands and I felt like such a baby. Just then Mr Murphy came up the path. He saw what I was up to and came over and grabbed me. He gave me a spanking and carried me back to the house over his shoulder. Mrs Murphy was there and when she saw my hands and the poop smeared in my plastic pants, on my legs and stomach, she knew what was happening. Mr Murphy took me to the hose next to the house and stripped off my diaper. He hosed me off and took me inside naked. Then he took me to my room and put me in my crib. He said he would come up with a suitable punishment and left. I was scared. I knew he was mad but I didn't know what to expect. When he came back he and Mrs Murphy took a stack of my diapers and pinned them on me. I had never had so many diapers on. There must have at least 10 diapers in that stack. Then I was crammed into my plastic pants. They then put some baby clothes on me. Mrs Murphy had been sewing a sleeper for me for some time, but this had no holes to let my hands get through, instead it just had mittens. More disturbing was the fact that this sleeper had straps coming off the legs and arms and when I was put into the crib I was tied down with these. I knew I was in for it... (To be continued)