From:  (BabiJohnny) 
Subject: My story 1/4 
Date: 4 Jul 1995 17:50:41 -0400  

If any are interested, here is the true story of how I got 
returned to diapers. 

How BabiJohnny Got Put Back In Diapers    

	I was ten years old when I was re-introduced to wearing 
diapers.  I had been playing in a park one Saturday about 
two blocks from where I lived when I got cramps and an urge 
to go to the bathroom.  I started home and about halfway, I 
could feel it starting to come out.  I sat down and waited 
for the urge to pass, and then went home.  When I got there, 
my step mom was in the bathroom, so I waited till she got 
out, and then made a dash for it.  She asked me why I was in 
such a hurry and I said I had to go.  She said it smelled 
like I already did go and told me to stand still.  She 
pulled my shorts down and saw the mess in my underwear.  She 
told me to get into the shower and wash myself and my 
underwear out. She told me to hand out the underwear and 
when I was clean to go to my room.  
	 After showering, I went to my room and started to get 
dressed.  My step mom came by the door and told me not to 
put my clothes on, and she would be right back.  I started 
worrying about the bare assed spanking I figured on getting. 
When my step mom came in, she said that boys my age should 
not be messing their pants, and asked why it happened.  I 
said that I had just been playing and did not take the time 
to come home to the bathroom.  She said that it wasn't the 
first time that I had mess in my underwear, although this 
was the worst time.  I said that sometimes I just didn't 
realize I needed to go and by the time I did it was too 
late.  She told me to lay there because she had something to 
solve the problem and she would be right back.  I thought 
she meant the leather belt she spanked me with and then I 
started worrying harder.  
	 It was about ten minutes later when she came back into 
the room with some of my two year old brothers cloth diapers 
in her hands.  When she sat down on the bed and started 
folding them to fit me, I realized what was going to happen. 
I asked her not to put diapers on me, but she told me that 
if I didn't realize that I needed to go to the bathroom, 
then I should still wear diapers.  I started crying when she 
told me to lift up and she slid them under me.  It was 
humiliating as she pinned them on and told me to get up and 
look at myself in the mirror.  I cried that I was too old 
for diapers, and she said that anyone who still messes their 
pants should be in diapers till they learn not to.  She put 
a T-shirt on me, and told me to go to the den.  When she 
came into the den, I asked her how long I would have to wear 
these diapers, and she said she didn't know. I asked what if 
I had to go to the bathroom, and she laughed and said that 
was what the diapers were for since I used my pants anyway.  
Then she told me not to get on the furniture because I 
didn't have plastic pants to protect it.  She left the room 
and came back a few minutes later with a playpen that she 
had stored since my brother, Larry, did not use it anymore.  
She told me to get in it since the mat was plastic, I 
wouldn't hurt it if I had to go.  
	 She gave me a pillow, and I laid down and cried myself 
to sleep.  When I woke up a couple of hours later, Larry was 
watching me, and I wondered what he was thinking, since my 
step mom was still trying to potty train him.  I had to go 
pee real bad, and I hollered to my step mom and asked if I 
could go use the toilet.  She said no, and I sat down trying 
to hold it back.  
	 After about fifteen minutes, I finally let go and 
soaked the diapers.  When my step mom came in she said she 
was glad I was in a playpen, because I was soaked.  She got 
a towel and told me to raise up and slid it under me, them 
unpinned and pulled my diapers off.  She asked me how it 
felt to be treated as a baby in diapers, and I told her it 
wasn't any fun.  She told me that if she found anymore mess 
in my underwear, then I would go back to diapers.  I told 
her I wouldn't ever do it again, and she let me go get 
dressed.  
	 I went one week without soiling my underwear.  I was 
riding my bike to a store with friends when I got an urge. 
As I rode, the urge passed, and I forgot about going.  When 
I got home later, there was a big stain in my underwear, so 
I took them off and went to my room to get a clean pair. As 
I was changing, my step mom walked in my room and asked what 
I was doing.  She asked if I had messed my pants, and I 
started crying and said a little bit.  She took the 
underwear from me and told me to lay on the bed.  I started 
crying and she came back in with diapers and proceeded to 
diaper me again.  She said that I had not learned my lesson, 
and now I would have to wear diapers.  I asked how long, and 
she said longer than last time.  She put a T-shirt on me and 
told me to go to the kitchen.  She came in a few minutes 
later with Larry and told me to follow her.  We went to the 
garage and she told me to get into the car.  I asked where 
we were going and she told me to run an errand.  I asked if 
I could put shorts on and she said no.  We drove for about 
twenty minutes across town to an area I had never been and 
stopped at a drugstore.  She told me to get out and go with 
her.  I begged her not to take me in wearing a diaper but 
she told me that she would spank me and then take me in if I 
didn't come on.  
	 We made quite a sight with Larry and I holding her 
hands with both of us in T-shirts and diapers, the only 
difference was that Larry's' were disposables.  People were 
looking at us and laughing but it didn't bother my step mom 
and certainly not Larry.  She took us to the baby items, and 
when a clerk came to help, she said she needed a large pair 
of plastic pants.  He told us that they no longer stocked 
large plastic pants since the adult disposable underpants 
had come out.  He showed them to her and said they had them 
in my size if that what she wanted.  She laughed and asked 
how he had guessed that they were for me.  They were youth 
size disposable underpants but when he opened one, it was 
just a diaper like Larry's', only larger.  She said that was 
great, and told him to get her a case of them.  My heart 
sank when I saw that there were 96 diapers in a case, and 
she told him that would be enough to start with, then 
laughed.  She took several out when he loaded them in the 
trunk, and told me to lay in the back seat.  She then 
changed my diaper to a disposable one, and said that these 
would work even better.  I had cried myself out and I just 
sat there wondering what else she would do.  She went to a 
grocery store several blocks away and told me she needed to 
pick up some groceries.  We got out, with me protesting the 
whole time and went in.  Larry rode in the basket and I had 
to walk next to them holding onto the cart. I could hear 
people laughing and several asked my step mom how old her 
baby was.  I kept my head down and tried to ignore the 
comments.  I did not pay any attention to what she bought as 
I tried to keep my face hidden.  In the checkout line an 
older woman behind us asked how old I was and why I was 
still in diapers. My step mom said that I had a problem with 
toilet training, and that I was ten years old.  The lady 
said that I was most certainly the oldest child she had ever 
seen in diapers.  My step mom said that I wasn't very big 
for a ten year old and the diapers made me look even 
littler.  
	 On the way home, I accused my step mom of hating me 
since she had to watch me while my father traveled out of 
town. It was the usual step mom-stepson rivalry between us 
even though they had been married four years, and I felt 
that she still resented me.  She told me that if I hadn't 
acted like a baby by soiling my pants so much, this would 
have never happened.  When I said that she didn't have to 
embarrass me by taking me into stores, she said that these 
were stores that no one even knew us, and she was also 
embarrassed by having such a big boy still in diapers.  She 
said that Larry wasn't embarrassed dressed as he was, and 
since I needed diapers, neither should I be embarrassed.  

PART 2

	 On the way home, I accused my step mom of hating me 
since she had to watch me while my father traveled out of 
town. It was the usual step mom-stepson rivalry between us 
even though they had been married four years, and I felt 
that she still resented me.  She told me that if I hadn't 
acted like a baby by soiling my pants so much, this would 
have never happened.  When I said that she didn't have to 
embarrass me by taking me into stores, she said that these 
were stores that no one even knew us, and she was also 
embarrassed by having such a big boy still in diapers.  She 
said that Larry wasn't embarrassed dressed as he was, and 
since I needed diapers, neither should I be embarrassed.  
	 When we got home, I went to my room, laid down, and 
cried for a long time.  I fell asleep for several hours, and 
when I got up to go to the den, I needed to go pee, so I 
stood in my room and wet the diaper.  It felt warm and made 
the front of the diaper mushy, but it held all the pee.  
When I went into the den, I was shocked to see my step mom's 
sister, her husband, and their two kids, Gary and Cindy, who 
were seven and five.  I ran out, but my step mom said to 
come back because they had seen me already.  I went back in 
and they all teased me about the diaper being wet.  They 
were amazed that it was so much like a baby diaper.  When 
they left, I asked my step mom why she embarrassed me in 
front of them, and she said that they were bound to see me 
sometime, anyhow they had brought me something.  I asked 
what it was and she said that it was a surprise for later.  
She told me to lay down on the floor and she took the diaper 
she had been showing them, and changed me.  She said that 
the disposables were much more convenient than the cloth 
ones.  
	 After we ate dinner we went to the den to watch TV and 
my step mom got the playpen out and told me to get in it.  I 
asked why I had to and she said that she just wanted to see 
me in it.  I got in and started watching TV.  A little bit 
later I saw a flash and turned around to her taking pictures 
of me.  I begged her not to take pictures but she said she 
didn't have many baby pictures of me and now was her chance. 
She told me that since I wore disposable diapers, I didn't 
have to stay in the playpen.  She got pictures of me getting 
out and also walking around the room.  
	 When it got 8:00, which was Larry's bedtime, she told 
us that it was time for both of us to go to bed.  I said 
that I got to stay up another hour but she said that 8:00 
was bedtime for all babies.  I protested, but she made me go 
to bed anyway.  When we got to my room she told me I 
wouldn't be sleeping in my room.  I asked where I would 
sleep, and she said to follow her.  We went to Larry's' room 
and when she opened the door, I saw why her sister and 
brother in law were there earlier.  There was now two cribs 
in the room, and she told me that I would sleep in the 
nursery with Larry, in my own crib.  I fought her and she 
said that I had no choice and then picked me up and put me 
in the crib.  I started bawling and kicking and she smacked 
my leg with her hand, and told me to hush up.  I kept 
sobbing and she put Larry in his crib and said she would be 
right back.  When she returned she told me she had something 
to make me feel better and I said what. From behind her, she 
produced a baby bottle of milk and told me that when babies 
cry, they get a bottle and I was no exception.  I told her I 
wouldn't drink it and she said that was okay but, milk 
didn't taste as good after sitting out overnight and I would 
just have to drink it the next day. I started sucking and 
she got her camera and took more pictures of me in the crib.   
Larry went right to sleep, and I laid awake for about an 
hour before dozing off.  I woke up before it was light 
needing to pee, so I did it in the diaper and then fell back 
asleep.  
	 I woke up the next morning to the flashes of her 
camera. My step mom told me she wanted pictures of me 
because I was so cute curled up in my crib asleep.  She 
asked how her babies were and then changed Larrys' diaper.  
When she came over to me, she pulled a diaper out of the 
diaper stacker at the end of my crib.  I raised up and she 
changed me like a baby in the crib and she said she noticed 
that I had finished my bottle like a good baby.  I told her 
that it wasn't fair to treat me like she was doing, but she 
said that since I still did babyish things such as mess my 
pants, then I would still be treated like a baby.  I think 
she was just paying me back because I was the outsider to 
the family and the soiled pants was the excuse.  
	 I told her that my dad would straighten her out when 
he got back, and she said that we would just wait and see.  
I asked when he would be home and she said it would be one 
more week.  Then I asked her if I could go to the bathroom 
by pulling the diapers down if I told her I needed to go.  
She said no, that if I needed to go, to use the diapers.  
Then I asked why I was in trouble for messing my pants when 
she still wanted me to go in the diapers.  She told me that 
if she had to clean up the mess, that she would rather it be 
in diapers and it was to teach me a lesson.  
	 She helped us out of the cribs and told us to play 
till she got breakfast made.  A little later she called us 
to the kitchen to eat and when we went there I saw two high 
chairs at the table.  She put Larry in one and told me to 
get in the other.  She put the trays on and put our plates 
on them.  She said we could feed ourselves and gave us cups 
with lids on them to drink out of.  After eating, she told 
us to play together and to be good.  We played with our toys 
till afternoon, with each of us getting our diapers changed 
once. She changed us on the playroom floor after noticing 
both of us had wet our diapers.  About 2:00 she came in and 
told us that it was time to take a nap.  I told her I didn't 
want to as I did not take naps anyway.  She told me that all 
babies take naps to not be so cranky.  We went to the 
nursery and she helped us into the cribs.  When I complained 
that I wasn't sleepy, she said she would be right back.  
When she came back she had a bottle of milk and gave it to 
me and told me that it would make me sleepy.  It had been 
warmed up and after drinking most of it I was sleepy.  I 
slept several hours before waking up with my stomach 
churning.  I felt the need to go real bad, and finally I 
exploded in the diaper.  I looked over to Larry, but he was 
already up.  I laid there feeling real babyish with poopy 
diapers when my step mom came in.  She told me it was a good 
thing I had diapers on as it would have been a real mess in 
my underwear.  She put a clean diaper on me and helped me 
out of the crib.