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.