Part I Tim was 15 years old when he and his mother witnessed the terrible accident which took Tim's father and his mother's husband. Shortly afterwards Tim began having nightmares and began having wetting accidents. His mother was very sympathetic towards Tim, but after a week of wet sheets and bedding she decided that Tim needed to have some type of protection before his bed became ruined by the wetting. She looked in the yellow pages under diapers and found an ad which stated that they even carry large size diapers and plastic pants for children and adults and decided to go down there and see what they had. Once she got to the store, the owner Mrs. Green greeted her warmly and Tim's mom explained the situation to her. She then showed her some prefolded cloth diapers from Curity, just like a regular babies diaper but was large enough to fit Tim. She then showed her several styles of plastic pants in various colors and prints and she picked out blue, yellow, white and clear in both pull on and snap on style, in addition she got some baby wipes, diaper pins and some lapstyle t-shirts. Mrs. Green then asked her if his bedding had been ruined by his wetting and she told her yes. Mrs. Green then took her into another room where they have several different styles of cribs, all in a larger scale than a baby's in which Tim could easily fit into. She stood there for a moment and thought, if I could baby Tim, I would have more control over him and what he did and wouldn't lose him like she did her husband. That when she decided to make him a baby again to keep him home under her total care. She picked out a white crib with winnie the pooh pattern, matching dresser and diaper pail. She also pick out a highchair, bibs, baby bottles, and several baby outfits in which she thought he would look very cute a babyish in. When she was all done, and everything paid for, Mrs. Green said that she had everything in stock and that it could be delivered that afternoon, which was good, because it would give her time to set up Tim's new nursery before he got home from school. When Tim came home from school, His mother had him sit down and explained to him that she wasn't mad at him, but since the bedwetting had ruined his bed that he needed to wear protection so nothing more would be ruined. Even though he felt somewhat embarrassed, he knew his mother was right. He then asked her what type of protection did he need. She told him to stay there and she would be right back. When she came back, she was carrying 2 prefolded cloth diapers and a pair of yellow plastic pants, some baby powder and baby oil. She then told him to undress so that she could put them on him and make sure that they fit. Tim did so reluctantly, and his mother then told him to lie down. She had him lift up and she slid the double diaper under his bottom, she then put on the baby oil all over his diaper area and finally sprinkled him with baby powder. She pulled the double diaper up between his legs and securely pinned each side snuggly. She then slid on the plastic pants and pulled them up over his thick diapers and put on his new yellow T-shirt. "There," she said, "it all fits very well and besides, you look very cute." TIM BECOMES TIMMY Part I Tim felt totally ashamed and felt very much like a baby. His mother came up and gave him a hug to ease his embarrassment and patted his diapered bottom and said, "don't worry honey, it's just until you stop wetting the bed. Now why don't you watch TV while I'll get dinner ready." As Tim sat there watching TV, even though he still felt embarrassed, he somehow like the feeling of the thick diapers between his legs and the smoothness of his plastic pants, but best of all he enjoyed the smell of the baby powder. Part II As Tim's mother prepared dinner, she decided to wait until the morning before she brought out Tim's new highchair, after all, he still hadn't seen his new nursery as yet and thought it would be better this way. After they finished dinner, they decided to watch a movie on the VCR. Tim made the popcorn while his mom made the ice tea. She figured that by the time the movie would be over it would be time for Tim to go to bed. As the movie began she had Tim come up on the couch and sit next to her, about half way through the movie, Tim told his mother that he had to pee, but his mother just said, "it's okay to go in your diapers, after all that's what they are for." Not wanting to miss any of the movie, Tim relaxed and could feel the hot pee flooding his diapers and he felt this very comfortable feeling of contentment. When he finished, his mom said not to worry, that she would change him when they went up for bed. Finally when the movie ended, she took Tim by his hand and led him upstairs into his new nursery. When she opened the door and turned on the light, Tim just stood there, not saying a word. Finally he told his mom and he didn't want to sleep in a crib like a baby. She gently held him and said that as long as he continued to wet at night he would be diapered and sleep in his new crib until he could prove that he wasn't a baby by going a full week without wetting his diapers at night. Reluctantly Tim said okay as his mother led him over to the changing table. She had him lie down and she removed his plastic pants and unpinned his wet diapers. She took out a baby wipe and cleaned him all up and got out 2 fresh diapers, a diaper liner and slid them under his bottom. She then put on baby oil and a generous amount of baby powder. Again he enjoyed the smell of the powder and somehow could recall the same sensations he got when his mother diapered him every night when he was little. She pulled the diapers up between his legs and double pinned the securely in place. She then slid on a pair of baby blue plastic pants and made sure that all of his diapers were inside his plastic pants and put on a clean T-shirt on him. She helped him up and they went over to the crib and she let the railing down. After getting into his new crib, his mother pulled up his blanket and he asked her if he could have a glass of water. She said that she might have something better and would be back in a moment. Tim lay there in his crib, diapered just like a baby, and was determined to make it through the week without wetting so that he wouldn't have to be a baby again. When his mother walked back in, she was carrying 2 baby bottles. She said one is for later, just in case he would wake during the night and would be thirsty as she put the second one in his mouth. She stood there as Tim began sucking on the bottle, she bent over and gave him a kiss goodnight and walked away and turned off the lights. Tim had just finished the bottle when he drifted off to sleep. When Tim woke up the next morning, he could feel the wetness and quickly felt the bedding and was relieved that the baby mattress was completely dry even though his diapers were pretty soaked. He then felt this urge to poop and could hear the water running in the bathroom. He figured that his mom was taking a shower and that he could wait until she was done. All he could hear was the water running which seemed to increased his need to go, but after holding it for 15 minutes, he couldn't hold it any longer and could feel his diapers beginning to fill. When he was done he could feel the bulge in the crotch of his diapers and thought that his mom would be really mad at him for pooping his diapers. His mind drifted off as he didn't hear the water stop running and his mom go downstairs to get breakfast ready. Finally he heard his mother calling up to him to come down for breakfast, but since he didn't react quickly enough, she came into the room to see what was taking him so long. When she walked in she could tell by the smell that Tim had pooped his diapers, instead of getting mad, she helped him out of the crib and gave him a big hug, and told him not to worry, that all babies wet and poop in their diapers and she patted his bottom and said that after breakfast they would come back upstairs and change him out of his wet and dirty diapers into some nice fresh ones. He tried to say that he wasn't a baby as she led him downstairs. When they got into the kitchen, his mouth dropped as he saw the highchair, he then asked, "Mom, do I have to use a high chair?" She said yes and reminded him that the only way not to be a baby was to stay dry at night for a week. She led him over to the highchair and removed the sliding tray and had him sit down. As he sat down he could feel the bulge in his diapers flatten out and spread throughout the inside of his diapers, making him feel more babyish than ever. She put the tray back on his highchair and then tied a bib around his neck and said that she had fixed him a nice big bowel of Gerber "Baby Oatmeal", and after she was done feeding him, they would go back up stairs to get all cleaned up with fresh diapers and plastic pants. to be continued.