Big Babies Story

	I guess I was around five years old when my mother 
created the new baby. I would often go to my bedroom and 
play baby by myself. crawling around on the floor, playing 
with blocks and such. One day my mother came into the room 
just as I was attempting to diaper myself. She came over to 
the bed, and saw my naked bottom lying on a makeshift 
diaper. She sat down on the bed and told me that babies 
weren't diapered that way, then she turned me over her knee, 
giving me a spanking for my perverted act. After I'd stopped 
crying, I got dressed and left my room, but mom was standing 
outside my door. She took my hand and led me into the 
nursery which was on the far end of her bedroom. lifting me 
onto the changing table, she said that she would show me how 
to diaper a baby and with that, before I knew what had 
happened, I was on my back and my pants were gone. As she 
powdered my bottom, she said that this was necessary to 
prevent diaper rash. I said that I wasn't a baby and didn't 
need a diaper. Her only reply was That it didn't look that 
way to her, and if I didn't need one why was I trying to 
diaper myself. Lifting me by the ankles, she slid a VERY 
thick diaper under me brought it between my legs and had it 
pinned in just seconds. Then she got out a pair of plastic 
pants and slid them into position. After she Lifted me off 
the changing table, I told her I wanted my pants back. Mom 
just laughed saying that babies can't wear big boy pants and 
since I was in a diaper, I must still be a baby. The tee 
shirt, diaper and plastic pants were all I could possibly 
need. As she led me out of the nursery, our neighbor was 
standing in moms bedroom. She just shook her head as she 
laughed. Mom stood me on her dressing stool and went over to 
her friend. They looked and said I was a very cute baby and 
also wondered why I was such a Big Baby. Millie asked mom if 
she wanted some coffee then suggested that they go over too 
her house. Mom agreed but then said she couldn't leave the 
"baby" alone. Millie just laughed again and said that at 
least I was old enough to walk. Soon my diapered bottom was 
swaying in the beautiful summer breeze. They decided that it 
was so nice, that they should go for a walk. I screamed and 
said that I would not go, running back toward the house. a 
few feet later, I was caught and spanked again for throwing 
a fit. Still crying, they led me around the block, making 
sure that all the neighbors saw the new baby. After what 
seemed like hours, we arrived at Millie's house. I was put 
in a playpen and given a bottle. they laughed and giggled 
all the time that they were there, talking about how cute I 
was but how silly a diaper looked on a boy that was five 
years old. When mom finally took me home she sent me to my 
room. Telling me it was time for all good babies to take 
their nap. While in bed, I thought about what had gone on 
during the last few hours and decided that I definitely did 
not want to be a baby. A short time later nature called and 
I headed for the bathroom. I guess it was her sixth sense, 
but mom caught me in the hall and asked what I thought I was 
doing. I told her that I had to go to the bathroom. She 
looked at me and said babies don't know how to use the 
bathroom, that is why babies wear a diaper. then she took my 
hand and led me back to the nursery, saying she would have 
to make sure that I stayed in bed. After lifting me into the 
crib, she fastened some clips to the sides of the sheets and 
said they would hold me until she came back later. After 
that she closed the door on her way out. Not being able to 
hold it any longer, I wet my diaper. As the warm fluid 
soaked into the material, I again cried but also felt a 
strange feeling of being very safe as I welcomed much needed 
sleep. I awoke when I felt mom gently starting to pat my 
bottom, she asked me if I liked being a baby.. I said no and 
asked if I could have my real pants back. She said that she 
would think about it, but only if I could prove that I was a 
big boy. Just then she reached down the front of my diaper. 
Oh My!-- stated mom, it doesn't look like you are ready for 
big boy pants yet. Then it was to the changing table for me. 
She quickly changed my diaper . The second one was thicker 
than the first. After she was through, she said if I could 
stay dry, I could have my regular clothes back in the 
morning. I thought no problem, since it was getting late. 
After dinner, I was told that it was time for babies to go 
to bed. I tried to protest but it did no good as she put me 
back into the crib, gave my bottom a pat then kissed me on 
the forehead. Nighty Nite my little baby boy were her last 
words as she closed the door behind her. Some how there was 
a sarcastic yet forceful tone to her voice and I knew that 
my baby days were not over.
	
	Chapter II
	Caught in the Act
	
	The next morning I awoke and I realized my diaper was 
wet. I thought I'd get it for sure. I climbed out of the 
crib and took the diaper off. While doing this I noticed 
there was a bowl of water on the changing table. I quickly 
pinned on a dry diaper as shear panic set in. What should do 
with the wet one ? I opened the window and threw it outside. 
Mom found me in the crib about five minutes later. She said 
good morning little baby -- Is mommie's baby wet or dry this 
morning reaching down the front of my diaper, she said maybe 
I had grown up after all. She left the room returning a 
short time later with my clothes. She said get dressed 
because we had to go shopping. It felt good to be in shorts 
again. After breakfast we got into the car and were pulling 
out of the driveway, when mom suddenly stopped. she got out 
of the car and walked toward a white object lying on the 
ground. As she picked the diaper up, I could see the anger 
in her eyes. Without saying a word, she pulled me out of the 
car and into the house we went. She told me to go to the 
nursery and wait there for her. I knew that I was in big 
trouble as I climbed the stairs. Mom let me sit there for a 
while thinking about what I had done. When she came in she 
had a paddle. I received the hardest spanking of my life. 
After that she said that she could have excused the wet 
diaper, but not the way I tried to hide it, furthermore we 
still had to shop, so the sooner I was "dressed" the quicker 
we could leave. Soon I was again in a diaper, plastic pants 
and a tee shirt. She marched me back to the car and we 
proceeded to go on her errands. The first stop was a 
department store and the first place we went was the infant 
section. A sales lady looked at me and said that I was awful 
big to still be in a diaper. Mom said in a loud voice that 
since I couldn't keep my pants dry like a big boy, that the 
diaper was the only thing that was appropriate for my 
behaviour. The sales lady laughed out loud and said that she 
agreed with mom, asking what mom needed. Mom said she needed 
two dozen toddler size diapers, large plastic pants, a 
diaper bag, with couple of pair of pants with snaps in the 
crouch and at least four baby bottles. The sales person said 
she had everything we needed except the pants. I was just 
too big. Then she said I didn't need pants anyway because it 
was summer and lots of babies went outside in just there 
diaper during this time of year. Mom made her purchases and 
we left the store. It seemed that everyone on the street was 
staring at me as we walked by. Next stop was a drug store. 
where mom bought some medicine. We sat down at a booth in 
the coffee shop. The waitress came over and seeing me, asked 
mom if she needed a high chair. Mom thought for less than a 
second before saying she thought that was a good idea. 
Within a couple of minutes I was in the high chair which was 
placed at the end of the booth sticking into the aisle . Mom 
ordered a hamburger, which was my favorite, and then asked 
the waitress if she could fill one of bottles with milk. She 
reached into the diaper bag, produced a bib and two jars of 
baby food. By this time, my bottle had been returned, along 
with moms hamburger. She looked at it and then said that 
maybe some day I would be big enough to eat them too, but 
for now it would be nothing but baby food. As she spoon fed 
me, all of the customers laughed and made comments. Mom ate 
her hamburger very slowly, making sure that I watched her 
chew every bite. As we were about to leave, she removed the 
tray on the high chair as I hopped out she held me by the 
arm while she reached down the front of my diaper announcing 
to the world that the baby was wet. She asked the waitress 
if they had a rest room, who replied with a snicker, yes but 
it was not for public use. She then suggested that mom 
change me in the booth, further stating that lots of mommies 
changed their babies diaper in the booths. Seconds later I 
was flat on my back as mom removed the plastic pants and 
diaper pins. she reached into the bag and got out a diaper, 
powder and a small box that she then opened. Turning me over 
onto my stomach, she powdered my bottom. Reaching into the 
box, she picked up a small round object that she inserted 
into my bottom. flipping me back over she put on the diaper 
and plastic pants. I asked what she had given to me and her 
reply was you will see soon.
	
	Chapter III
	The BabySitter
	
	We then left the drug store and headed back to the car. 
On the way, mom stopped to use a phone, holding my hand as 
she talked. After hanging the phone up, Mom said we only had 
a couple more stops to make. Soon we arrived at one of her 
friends houses. As we went in Joan said I was the cutest 
baby she had ever seen, then she tickled me. I was then 
placed in a play pen with Joan's baby and was told to play 
nice or I'd get a Spanking. They talked for a while and then 
mom said she would be back a little later. Joan told her not 
to worry , that she was quite capable of taking care of two 
babies. Mom brought in the diaper bag then left. I heard the 
car drive off just as Joan came into the room. She asked me 
if I felt silly. After all a boy my age that still was in 
diapers should feel very silly. All I could do was to look 
down at the floor of the play pen. She reached down and 
checked my diaper, I was still dry. Her son wasn't though.. 
She changed him and placed him back in the play pen. I was 
starting to get a funny feeling in my stomach. It felt like 
it was jumping up and down. Suddenly without warning I got a 
terrible cramp and before I knew what had happened I pooped 
in my diaper. The smell was awful and I felt totally 
embarrassed. There I was , five years old sitting in a play 
pen wearing a diaper that was full of poop. Joan walked in a 
few minutes later. the aroma filled the room .She picked up 
her son and carried him to the changing table. Joan talked 
to him as she carefully removed his plastic pants then the 
pins, she said baby doesn't smell nice and she would make 
all ackie poo go away, as she pulled the front of his diaper 
down to find nothing. She re pinned him and re applied his 
plastic pants. Placing him back into the play pen she then 
looked at me and said "How does it feel little baby" do you 
like your poopie pants. I started to cry, she just stood 
there looking at me then she told me to stand up. As I did 
she spun me around and pulled the back of my diaper away 
from the top. looking down at the mess, she asked me how a 
person my age could just sit there and poop in their pants. 
Joan lifted me out of the play pen but instead of taking me 
to the changing table, she sat me on the floor. Then she got 
down on her knees and said "well Mr. Poopie Diaper, let me 
see you crawl around on the floor like the baby you are." As 
I moved , I could feel the sticky goo start to move first it 
came up between my legs. This had to be the worst feeling of 
my entire life. Crawling around on the floor, the poop just 
kept shifting with every movement of my legs. She said I was 
a good baby and my mommy would be very proud of me when she 
saw my diaper. I asked if she was going to change me. She 
just said I should wear the messy diaper for a while. Maybe 
I would learn something about being a baby. Minutes later 
she told me to sit back down, and look between my legs. I 
started crying when I saw that some of the poop had made 
it's way to the elastic on my plastic pants and was working 
itself onto the plastic. She said that this would leave very 
pretty orange stains on the plastic and it would never come 
out announcing to everyone, that I poop my diaper too. The 
first thing my mother noticed when she came back, were the 
brown stains on the plastic pants, as I crawled around on 
the floor. I overheard her say to Joan that the suppository 
had done it's job well. I was then carried to the changing 
table. Joan did the honors , carefully getting everything 
ready. She got a wet wash cloth, and then removed my diaper 
wiping the excess while doing it. Using the wash cloth she 
cleaned me up and then re diapered me saying that it looked 
like I'd be in diapers for a long time. Telling my mother I 
might have to be potty trained all over again. Mom just said 
that it was O.K. because as punishment for throwing my wet 
diaper out the window, She thought that I should be kept in 
a diaper for at least six months. Then she asked Joan to 
assist Millie and herself in my baby care. Joan said that 
she would love to but if I was to remain in diapers , I 
should have some appropriate clothing to wear also. Mom told 
her about the store, and Joan said that was no problem, as 
she could sew me some. Mom said that was great and we could 
start the next morning. It was very late when we got home, 
because before leaving Joan's house, they had taken all my 
measurements including around the thickest part of my diaper 
and from the back of the to the front. Joan told mom that 
I'd have a present in the morning and to please make sure I 
was in the thickest possible diaper. and heavyweight plastic 
pants.
	
	Chapter IV
	Baby gets new clothes
	
	I was afraid that I'd be a baby the rest of my life. 
Six months in a diaper was too long to imagine. Alas my fate 
and pants were sealed. I was again put in the crib and the 
sheet fasteners were again applied. My mother said that 
babies could not be trusted and therefore had to be secured 
in their cribs. Wow what a bed, a typical crib, complete 
with high sides and a plastic covered mattress. The top 
sheet kept me in the position that mom had originally put me 
in which was face down on my stomach. She told me that 
babies had to sleep that way because if they threw up during 
the night everything would be away from their mouths and 
prevent them from choking. The time passed slowly. I guess I 
slept. It was not a sound sleep however, I dreamed about my 
future life as a baby and I didn't like it . When morning 
came I was awakened again by mom, checking my diaper. She 
informed me that I was so wet that my diaper leaked and 
spread throughout the sheets of the crib. After taking me 
out she again put me on the changing table and removed my 
wet diaper. She said we would have a busy day ahead and I 
should just make the best of it. Pulling out another diaper 
and pinning it on, she said that she hoped I realized that I 
was going to be her baby for a long time. lifting me to the 
floor, I could barely stand up. The diaper was so thick, I 
could not even begin to put my legs together. She then slid 
a second pair of plastic pants over the first ones, telling 
me that they would rustle when I walked and call attention 
to my diaper. They certainly did crackle , every step I took 
sounded like a bolt of lightning. I was sure that everyone 
in the world could here my pants making their distinctive 
noise. After my breakfast which included two jars of baby 
food and a bottle, mom said it was time to go back to Joan's 
house. Before we left however, she called Millie across the 
street and asked if she would like to come with us. Millie 
was ready about ten minutes later. As I was led to the car, 
mom asked Millie to hold "the baby" while we were en route. 
Millie gladly put me in her lap. bouncing me like an infant. 
During the trip, she played peek-a-boo with me. We arrived 
at Joan's a short time later. Joan opened the door ran out 
and picked me up saying she had missed her big baby as she 
patted my bottom all the way into the house. Mom and Millie 
followed and to their surprise Joan was already dressing me. 
She had made me a romper suit complete with snaps in the 
crouch for easy changing. On the front of it was some words 
that I couldn't read. but I knew it wasn't good. Mom looked 
at me in my romper. She was delighted, and told me to crawl 
over to the play pen like a good baby. After being placed in 
the play pen with Joan's son, the three ladies left the 
room. Later Millie came back in and checked us. We were both 
wet, and were changed one at a time. She took great pride in 
changing me. All the while saying that I should be ashamed 
of myself for acting like an infant. By the end of a week, 
this had become routine. I was to the point that most of the 
time I didn't even realize that I was wetting my diaper 
until I felt the pee soaking it. There was no escape and I 
knew it. Life went on day by day and each one was a living 
hell. Every night in the crib, every day in a play pen. the 
only toys I could play with, were rattles, pacifiers, 
stuffed animals, and blocks.
	
	Chapter V
	A Problem Develops
	
	My mother was confronted with an unusual problem when 
August arrived. The three ladies had kept me in diapers all 
summer, totally babying me. However school started in less 
than two weeks and I was due to start first grade. Now all 
of a sudden, they were trying desperately trying to have me 
use the bathroom. In the past two months, I was only allowed 
in there, for a bath and then only if at least one of them 
was there to bathe the baby. It felt funny, sitting on a 
potty chair, with them coaxing me on. "Come now it's time to 
be a big boy, lets see you pee-pee in the potty." In spite 
of all their efforts, less than a week before the start 
date, I still hopelessly wet all the time. Joan suggested 
that mom send me to school in a diaper, with a note 
explaining that I could not control myself due to an 
illness. My mother said she would do that as a last resort.
	Well the day arrived, and I had finally graduated to 
training pants. Mom took me to school and met the teacher. 
After talking to her for about ten minutes, all I could hear 
the teacher say was she that understood and not to worry, 
they had ways of helping me. The first day went all right. 
When I got out for the day, mom was waiting for me. She 
asked if there were any problems and I told her school was 
fun.
	On the second morning I wet my pants before ever 
leaving the house. Mom said that big boy didn't do that as 
she handed me another pair of training pants and jeans. Then 
she told me that if I wet myself at school, Everyone would 
laugh at me, and call me a baby. That hit home, For as long 
as I could remember, people laughed at me and made baby 
comments. Arriving at school, everyone was running around in 
the classroom. We played and colored and even started to 
learn letters. About ten I had to go. I went to the teacher 
and told her. She said that the class would be taken to the 
rest room at ten thirty and I could wait like everyone else. 
Wrong answer ! Within ten minutes I had wet my pants. The 
teacher saw me with the large wet circle and called me to 
the front of the room. She said that I was acting like a 
baby and maybe I wasn't old enough to be in school. I 
started crying as she took my hand and led me to the nurses 
office. When we arrived, she told the nurse that I had an 
accident. The nurse took it from there, as my teacher 
disappeared down the hall, she came over and said that there 
was no reason to cry and she would make it all better.
	The nurse lifted me onto a table in the middle of her 
office, opened a cabinet next too it. She gathered some 
things and then told me to take off my wet clothing. As I 
did this, I felt that she was a nice lady and really wanted 
to help me. She produced a small pile of things that she put 
on the table then she got a file out of her desk. Reading 
it, she suddenly looked over at me. I was looking at the 
things on the table. Clean underwear, and a dry pair of 
jeans. She put the file folder away and walked over to the 
table. Picking up the clothes and putting them away, he said 
that she didn't feel right letting a baby wear grown up 
clothing. Moving to her closet, she said she had what I 
needed and then gathering some items, she came back to the 
table. Setting down the pile, I could see a pin sticking out 
from under the plastic pants. I cried NO you can't put me in 
a diaper. She looked me right in the eye and said that she 
didn't put me in a diaper, I did by wetting my pants like a 
baby. After being diapered, she pinned a note to my shirt 
and took me back to class. Standing there in the diaper and 
plastic pants in front of the whole class, was the worst 
moment in my life. My teacher told everyone in the class 
that if they wet their pants like a baby, they would wear 
baby pants too. She then sent me into an area of the room 
that was marked off by lines on the floor. She told me that 
this was a special play area for all her babies and anyone 
in a diaper had to stay in this area. I just sat on the 
floor and cried. The other kids weren't allowed to cross the 
lines, and suddenly I found myself alone again. By eleven 
there was a second person in the special area. He too had 
wet his pants. At least now the two of us could play 
together in our diapers. By the end of the day, four 
diapered bottoms were in the baby area, each of us had a 
note pinned to our shirts but we couldn't tell what they 
said. When school let out for the day, the teacher made us 
stay there. She said we were going to get some "special 
education". A few minutes later, the nurse walked in with 
each babies mommy. Each mommy had been instructed in the 
proper method of dealing with our problem. One by one each 
mommy sat in the teachers chair. As each mommy sat down, her 
baby was brought over to her. Over her knee each baby went, 
their diaper being pulled down and a stern spanking 
administered. After that they stood us in front of the desk. 
each mommy removed the note from our shirts, used a pen and 
signed the notes. returning the notes to the nurse, We were 
told that because we were still babies, we would have to 
wear a diaper to school. Also our mommies were to come to 
school twice a day, so our diapers could be changed. This 
was to remain in effect until we could act like big boys.
	As we went home, mom said that I would again be kept in 
diapers twenty-four hours a day plus it was back to the crib 
for me. Nothing more was said. No more needed to be, I knew 
I was doomed.
	
	Chapter VI
	Time Passes
	
	This routine had gone on for a long time. By the time I 
was ten I was still in and out of diapers on a regular 
basis. Even though I was growing in size, mom always found a 
way to keep me an infant. At least I was too tall to sleep 
in the crib. She would still diaper me though. I still spent 
a lot of time outside in just a diaper, plastic pants, and 
tee shirt. Mom always dried my "special clothes" outside on 
a line. Everyone for miles around new who wore the giant 
diapers and plastic pants. Millie had moved away to another 
city , but Joan still helped mom with my care. When I turned 
thirteen, I had finally become a big boy. Able not to wet 
for extended periods. I guess mom finally realized that her 
baby had grown up. The diapers just seemed to disappear. 
Never again to wrap and trap this body. At least that is 
what I thought. I was extremely shy, (still am) and never 
wanted to mingle with anyone my age. I couldn't sleep at 
night, did very poorly in school, and seemed always to be in 
trouble for something. On weekends, I would just sit in my 
room and stare out the window. Mom took me to a counselor. 
She told mom that some psychological testing was necessary. 
By the time all was said and done, it was determined that I 
was a Manic Depressive with possible suicidal tenancy and 
hospitalization was recommended. I was now a rebel. not 
wanting to have anything with my mother or anyone else for 
that matter. I didn't know who or what I was. I would argue 
with mom all the time. I ran away several times, but was 
always returned home by the police.
	
	Chapter VII
	In Lockup
	
	By the time I was sixteen, I had become a school 
dropout, (why stay in when you fail EVERY subject) 
Regressing further and further into my own little world. I 
was nervous all the time, still couldn't sleep for more than 
an hour or two, refused to eat and generally didn't give a 
damn about anyone or anything.
	Mom committed me to a mental hospital where I was able 
to sit in peace. At least at first. After being there a few 
days, the doctor ordered me taken to a small room. I was 
about to receive my first shock treatment. Not knowing any 
better, I followed the orderlies like a whipped puppy. I 
will never forget that first trip down the halls. It looked 
like a scene out of a movie when a death row prisoner is 
taking his final walk. Four orderlies on each side of me, 
the only thing missing was the priest. We arrived at the 
room I was placed on a table with the eight young men still 
four to a side. A nurse spread some jelly on the sides of my 
head then stuck a rubber thing in my mouth. A few seconds 
later, everything lit up . I swear it seemed like lightning 
bolts were shooting out of my eyes. then everything went 
black. When I woke up, I was back in a bed. My mind was 
gone, I couldn't remember my own name much less where I was 
or how I got there. Slowly my memory returned. Somehow 
things were different though. They did this to me three 
times a week for seven weeks. Since I wasn't eighteen. I had 
absolutely no say in anything. All of the treatment were 
determined by the doctor and my mother. Finally the shocks 
ended, but I was kept in the hospital. Medication was given 
to me continuous basis. The only way I got out of that place 
was when I turned eighteen and became legal. Then it took a 
social worker and several appearances in a courtroom.
	
	Chapter VIII
	The need to Baby again
	
	As I grew older I still could not sleep at night. I 
would just toss and turn in the bed. I felt like something 
was missing from my life. Then I remembered how safe I felt 
when I was in a diaper, and sleeping in the crib. One night 
I got an old towel and pinned it on. It almost looked like a 
diaper, but it sure didn't feel like one. Just the same I 
crawled around on the floor for a while, looking into a full 
length mirror as I went by. I actually felt comfortable and 
at ease. the diaper was my key. That night I slept like a 
baby. (pardon the pun) For the first time in years I rested 
at peace with myself. The next morning, I set out to find 
some plastic pants. Not an easy thing to do! I started at a 
local department store and went to the baby needs area. 
Hundreds upon hundreds of plastic pants were before my eyes. 
but I knew that they wouldn't fit me. I must have stared at 
them for a long time because the next thing I remember was 
the sales girl tapping my shoulder and saying excuse me, may 
I help you find something. I explained that we needed some 
over sized plastic pants. She raised her eyebrows and looked 
at me. I said they were for a ten year old but he was large 
for his age. Trying not to laugh she inquired about the 
waist size of the big baby. I told her it was somewhere in 
the 28 inch area.
	Moving further down the aisle she picked up a pair that 
looked huge. They were standard plastic pants but also the 
biggest ones I had ever seen. Removing them from their box 
she grabbed them by the top of the elastic band and gave 
them a shake. as they unfolded she held them up to my waist. 
See now she said these would do nicely then she added that 
they would probably fit me. I bought them and as I was 
turning to leave she asked me if I needed a diaper too. I 
could feel myself turn red. as I walked back up to her. What 
do you mean I asked. Looking at me she said that the diaper 
I had on was sticking out the back of my pants. I almost 
died, quickly reaching around to check. Then I remembered 
that I was wearing underwear and not a diaper. I told her 
that I didn't have one on. she took a pen and scribbled 
something on a piece of paper then handed it to me.
	All it said was "babies taken care of" and a phone 
number. As I left the store, I wondered how she knew that 
secretly I was a baby.
	
	Chapter IX
	Baby Gets a Surprise
	
	I Arrived home and went right to the task of trying out 
my purchase. A few minutes later, I was again on the floor 
crawling around only this time my new plastic pants covered 
the makeshift diaper. The pants fit like a glove. Bulging in 
all the right spots. my well padded bottom was sticking out 
like a sore thumb. I was in heaven, it was very comfortable. 
Getting dressed, I decided that I needed a bottle. Arriving 
at the local seven-eleven I grabbed a pale blue one off the 
shelf. taking it to the checkout counter, I held it out to 
the clerk. After ringing it up she placed it in a bag. 
Quickly I ran back to the cooler and bought an eight ounce 
carton of milk. Filling the bottle at the counter suddenly I 
felt something. The clerk looking to her partner, said he IS 
in a diaper and he's wet too. The only thing I could think 
of to say was "do you want to change me". Too my surprise, 
the clerk told me that they were getting off right then and 
if I needed a change, I could follow them home. As they 
drove down the street, I followed. When they pulled up into 
a driveway they pointed to the side door of the house. As I 
went in, area overwhelmed me. In the room was a giant crib, 
play pen, and four people crawling around the floor in 
diapers. The two girls that I had followed home, came in a 
door at the other end of the room. The first thing they did 
was go to a baby girl who was sitting on the floor. one on 
each side they picked her up. Dragging her to a large chair. 
they released her and left her standing in front of them.
	I thought mommy told you to wash the diapers said one 
of the girls. You have been a very naughty baby, and with 
that the speaker sat down in the chair. The other girl went 
over to a cupboard and got a large paddle, handing it to the 
one who was sitting. Mommy Jane is going to give you a 
spanking she said. I could see tears start to form in the 
eyes of the victim. Over Jane's knee went the baby, then 
Mommy Jane pulled down the babies diaper, exposing her 
bottom. The spanking started. After about twenty smacks, 
Mommy Jane said I think you need more. and started to spank 
her again. The babies bottom was cherry red. She was almost 
screaming because of the pain. When Mommy Jane finished, she 
stood the baby up. This lovely young lady grabbed her bottom 
and started jumping around the floor. Jane arose from the 
chair then came over to me. She said how dare you wear big 
boy clothes in here. I should spank you too.
	Instead she said follow me, I was beginning to wonder 
if I really wanted to stay there, but I did as I was told. 
Jane took me to another room. that had a large changing 
table in it. She told me to take off my clothes and lie 
down. Again doing what I was told, a third lady walked in. 
To my surprise it was the same girl that had worked in the 
baby department of the store where I bought the plastic 
pants. Looking at me she said "I knew they were for you. You 
shouldn't tell lies. Jane took off my makeshift diaper. 
Looking at me she told me that babies don't have any hair in 
the diaper area so she would make sure I didn't either.
	Taking some lotion, she spread it all over my crouch 
and legs. She then went through a door and I heard her turn 
on some water. As she re entered the room Jane looked at her 
watch. She left me for a few minutes, then escorted me to a 
bath tub. Saying that all her babies were clean babies she 
told me to get in. The water was hot and full of bubbles, 
but once I had sat down, she went to work. Getting a 
washcloth, she started at my head. Wetting down my hair she 
used baby shampoo on me. Carefully washing me with baby 
soap, she said that should do it. Telling me to stand up she 
wrapped me in a towel. Go back to the changing table baby 
was her next command. As I was dried, I noticed that all my 
hair below the waist was gone. She laughed as she said, yes 
we do look like a baby now. As I climbed onto the changing 
table, She laid out a diaper, plastic pants, lotion and 
powder. Lying on my back, she proceeded to diaper me just 
like I was a real baby, Lifting me by the legs to slide the 
diaper underneath. She applied lotion, and powder then 
pinned the diaper. Pulling on the plastic pants she was very 
careful to make sure that everything was safely inside them. 
sitting me up, she said that I could go play with the other 
babies. I jumped off the table and took a couple of steps 
when I felt a sharp slap on my bottom. Quickly turning 
around, Jane asked what I was doing. Going to play was my 
response. She said that newborn babies had to crawl not walk 
and any further attempt to walk on my part would result in a 
spanking. She sounded very firm as she spoke those words, 
and I had already seen one baby get spanked.
	
	Chapter X
	Wanting OUT
	
	I sheepishly obeyed getting down onto all fours and 
started to crawl to the play area. The baby that received 
the spanking was now sitting in the middle of the floor, so 
I crawled over to her. She said her name was Karen, and she 
was the oldest of the babies that were in residence there. I 
said that I didn't understand. She looked at kind of funny, 
then told me that anyone that was admitted to the house, was 
there permanently. She added that by now the clothes that I 
was wearing when I arrived had been destroyed and if I did 
leave, I'd leave dressed the way I was. I asked her about 
Joan's comment about newborn babies. Karen's reply was 
swift, for the first thirty days I was considered a newborn. 
A close watch would be kept on me, and I would be severely 
punished if I didn't do exactly as I was told. Karen went on 
to tell me that the three girls who ran the place were 
actually into bondage and discipline. In another part of the 
house, they had male slaves who took care of their every 
whim. The babies were there because none of them had any 
intention of having a baby for real. So we were elected to 
fill their needs to be a mother. Just then Joan walked in 
with the other two. All three of them came over to us. Karen 
was told to leave the room. As she crawled off, a chill went 
up my spine. they sat down on the floor next to me. Joan 
spoke first telling me that the redhead was mommy Carol and 
the blond was mommy Kathy. They would take care of me, and 
support me as long as I followed the rules.
	
	Rules
	
	1. All babies were required to wear a diaper and 
plastic pants
	2. The diaper was to be used for it's intended purpose
	3. Any order given by a mommy - must be obeyed without 
question
	4. All newborns were required to crawl
	5. No baby is allowed to change any other baby
	6. No baby will remove his/her diaper for any reason
	7. Babies were not permitted in any area of the house 
except the baby areas
	8. No baby is allowed to leave for any reason
	9. Any violation of the rules would be subject to 
disciplinary action
	
	 She asked if I understood, I said that I did but I 
couldn't stay there. Joan looked angry, she said that I 
needed to be taught a lesson and with that I was plucked 
from the floor by Carol and Kathy. Joan took her position in 
the chair, I was brought over and draped across her knee. 
Joan patted my bottom, saying no more outbursts like that 
would be tolerated. She then said I hope you learn quickly, 
as she pulled down my diaper. Using the same paddle, she 
blistered my bottom. then she pulled up my diaper and told 
me to sit. As I sat down in front of her, she very calmly 
said Do you want to leave now? I couldn't even answer her. I 
was crying just like a little baby. She looked at me and 
said she thought I had learned my lesson. Then all three 
started checking the diapers on all the babies. Two of them 
were wet. the babies were taken to the changing room. Karen 
crawled over to me and told me that Joan didn't even spank 
me very hard. She said just wait till you really piss her 
off. I said I had to get out of there, being forced to 
babyhood reminded me to much of my early life and I couldn't 
take it. Karen said I should be patient, an opportunity 
would come but I must be ready to jump on the bandwagon.
	
	Chapter XI
	Back to a crib
	
	The afternoon passed, Karen and I played together with 
some blocks. We both took turns spelling out dirty words and 
best of all, we didn't get caught. Finally dinner time came. 
All the babies were required to crawl into the dining area 
single file. The little boy in front of me had filled his 
diaper. The smell turned my stomach and I thought I'd be 
sick. As we were put into high chairs, the trays were locked 
into position. Joan, Carol and Kathy walked in with a large 
tray. a compartmented plate was placed on each chair. I 
picked up my spoon but it was knocked free as my hand was 
slapped by Carol. Newborns aren't allowed to feed themselves 
she said. Asking if talking was permitted got me a slap in 
the face. She tied a bib around my neck calling attention to 
the cute little clowns on the plastic. She said that if I 
was a very good boy, maybe she would put plastic pants that 
had the same design on me. I told her about the other baby 
boy and his messy diaper. She just laughed and said that she 
would tend to him after dinner.
	Carol picked up the spoon and filled it with green 
stuff from the plate. Putting it into my mouth I almost 
gagged. Jerking my head away, I spit it out. Now Now baby 
she said, this is good for you and you will eat all of it. 
Calling to Kathy she said she needed help. Kathy came over 
and held my head as Carol spooned the slime in.
	Shortly thereafter we were taken from our chairs one at 
a time. When it was my turn, I was told to crawl into the 
changing room so I could be put into my night diaper. As I 
was lifted onto the table, and my diaper removed I couldn't 
believe what was happening to me. Carol was changing me this 
time. As she had earlier stated, she pulled up nursery print 
plastic pants over the thickest diaper I had ever worn.
	She said that these pants would crackle when I crawled 
making it easier to find me. Back on the floor I soon found 
out that Carol didn't lie. They made a very loud noise if I 
even moved. She led me to the sleeping area where they had 
over size cribs. We were put in the cribs but there was one 
small catch, the girls swung a door-like thing across the 
top of mine and locked it. Kathy walked up to the side of my 
crib. Reaching in she patted my bottom saying that the cover 
was for my own good. Satisfied that all their babies were 
safe and sound, the lights were shut off and we all heard 
the door lock click as the three left.
	As I tried to go to sleep, I just couldn't help 
thinking about how I had to get out of that place. The next 
thing I remember was a hand reaching inside my plastic 
pants. As I awoke, I saw Kathy standing over me while she 
checked my diaper. Naturally I was wet so it was off to the 
changing room. As she pinned on the fresh diaper, I noticed 
that she had left a door open. This was my chance and I was 
going to take it. When she pulled up the plastic pants and 
stood me up, I bolted forward. Pushing her out of the way I 
made a bee line for the door. I made it through the first 
one and was unlocking the exit as she yelled for help. The 
door came open and I was outside in a flash. running as fast 
as I could. Thank God it was dark, I hid in some bushes for 
about an hour then slowly made my way back to my car. Since 
I no longer had any keys, I knew that I'd have to hot wire 
it. You have never seen a sight like that. Here I was 
working under the hood in nothing but a diaper and plastic 
pants. I knew that if I was seen, I'd be arrested for sure. 
Good luck was with me that night, as the engine roared to 
life and I drove away. I even made it home with no problem.
	
	Chapter XII
	A Little Whine
	
	I have never written a story before and as such I hope 
that it is not mistaken for fiction. Everything that you 
have read is true and did indeed happen. At this point I am 
forty some years old. Yes I am still in diapers and I wish 
that more people could understand why. The torment that has 
plagued me for my entire life, is here to stay. The final 
chapter to this story is not here, simply because it has not 
taken place yet. I am hoping that some day the book will be 
closed forever. As I grow in age, It is getting harder and 
harder to discuss my need to be babied. Even more so to find 
anyone that will baby me. I know that there are other people 
out there, who have had similar experiences, be it real or 
fantasy. the end result is the same. I just pray that 
someday there will be an answer for all of us.
	
	
	Thank You for your time,
	Big Baby B.