From:  (MSimans) 
Subject: Repost by request Mommy love me part 0ne 
Date: 24 Sep 1995 21:35:57 -0400 

Mommy Loves Her Little Baby

Introduction 

	I really thought my mom didn't care about me anymore, 
she worked all the time, never paid me much attention, 
unless I was in trouble, which was quite often. I really 
wanted her to show me some love. So I came up with a plan. 
	When I was four I wet through a bed-wetting phase and 
woke up wet and sad every morning, but my mom was so cool 
about it, she always hugged me and made me feel good, I 
figured if I could start wetting my bed again, she would 
love me again. And that's how it all started. 

Chapter One. 

	My alarm went off at 6am, much earlier than I wanted to 
get up, but I had plans to take care of. I shut the alarm 
off as fast as I could, got out of bed, and checked the hall 
for signs of mom. She was still in bed asleep, my alarm had 
not woken her. 
	Like every morning I needed to pee bad when I first 
woke up, but instead of going to the bathroom, I got back in 
bed, under the covers like I was asleep and tried to pee. It 
was harder than I thought it would be, but I managed to wet 
my bed and my pajamas which was quite uncomfortable, but I 
tried to go back to sleep, to let mom "find" me when she 
comes to wake me up. 
	I didn't actually fall asleep, so I heard my mom come 
into my room, and sit on the edge of my bed. I felt her 
feeling around on the blanket which was now wet, and she 
made that motherly sigh sound. 
	"Honey, wake up, come on sleepy head." I rubbed my eyes 
and pretended to awaken from a deep sleep, and then trying 
to be quite an actor, I lifted up the blanket, looked down 
at myself, and started to cry (faking of course) "It's okay 
honey, you haven't done that in a long time, it's just one 
accident" Mom said as she hugged me and rubbed my forehead. 
"You better shower before camp sweety." She was right, I 
didn't want to smell like piss all day at day camp. I liked 
camp, we did all kinds of cool projects and all my friends 
go there too. I went and showered and returned to my room to 
find that mom had already changed my bed sheets and blanket. 
I got dressed and went down to have breakfast. For the first 
time in over a month mom sat down and ate with me! I knew 
she was trying to make me feel better and I loved it. 
"Honey, don't forget I will be picking you up at noon today, 
you have to see Dr. Randall for your yearly check-up today." 
I told mom I wouldn't forget and washed my cereal bowl. Mom 
finished getting ready for work and drove me to camp. 
	Camp was allot of fun today, I made macaroni necklaces 
and played kick-the-can, I didn't want to leave early, but I 
knew better than to argue about it. Before going to the 
doctors office, Mom and I had lunch at Burger World and she 
let me play in the ball pit for a while. 
	We drove another block or two to the doctors office, 
and were shown right to the exam room. Doctor Randall was 
always on time, I liked that, cause sitting in the waiting 
room really sucks. 
	"Hey there little man, long time no see?" Dr. Randall 
was always cool, I liked him allot, except when he stuck me 
with needles, then I mostly just kicked him. He examined me 
like every year, while talking about nothing. " Has he been 
having any problems?" He asked my mom, I prayed she didn't 
say it, but she did. "well, since you brought it up, he did 
pee his bed last night." They talked back and forth for a 
few minutes, but since it was only one time, he dismissed it 
as a simple accident. He gave me a "I was brave today" 
sticker and sent us on our way. 
	 We went home, and mom said she had taken the rest of 
the afternoon off to be with me. We watched TV together and 
talked more than we have in a long time, and I helped her 
make dinner. It felt so great to get so much attention from 
her, and I decided not to loose that attention again. 

Chapter Two 

	The next week was great, mom showed me allot of 
attention, and love. But she started to worry about my 
wetting. She made me go back to the doctor, which I did just 
to keep her attention. He said that I was fine, and it's 
probably just my body growing and adjusting, and not to 
worry about it too much. 
	Mom dropped me off at camp after the appointment and 
went to work, saying we would talk about "things" tonight 
over dinner. I was nervous, because whenever she says we'll 
talk later, it usually means I am in trouble! I wasn't 
paying much attention the games at camp, and was relieved 
when mom came to pick me up. I wanted to get this over with 
as soon as possible. Mom picked up a pizza on the way home, 
and we sat at the table and ate. The whole time I was 
waiting for her to say something. Finally she did. "Honey, I 
think we need to talk about your bed-wetting." I didn't know 
what to say, so I waited for her to continue. "I'm not mad 
at you, and I know it's not your fault, but we need to do 
something about it, I don't have the time to wash your 
sheets every day, and I'm sure you hate waking up wet every 
morning, so I decided to have you start wearing a diaper to 
bed." I started to protest immediately and began to cry, 
real tears this time. Mom got up from her seat and came over 
to me, and led me to the living room couch, we sat down, me 
sitting on her lap, crying on her shoulder. "I know honey, 
It's not that bad. You'll like it better than wet clothes 
trust me." She held me tight and rubbed my back as I 
continued to cry. After another twenty minutes, I slowly 
stopped crying and told her it was okay to diaper me. Sure 
the truth would have stopped this dead, but I wanted her 
attention, besides she would be mad if she found out I had 
been wetting on purpose. "okay honey, I have to go to the 
drug store to get diapers to fit you, why don't you lay down 
here on the couch and try to relax until I get back." I told 
her I would try to calm down, and she left. I flipped 
through the TV channels not really paying attention and 
finally chose some sit-com and laid back to watch. 
	Mom returned less than an hour later with two bags of 
attends youth size diapers and some wipes and assorted junk. 
She put the bags in my room, and sat on the couch to watch 
TV with me. I was nervous about wearing a diaper, and really 
wanted to get one on, to at least not have to worry about it 
any more, I asked my mom to diaper me now, so I could get 
used to it by bed, and she agreed it was a good idea. She 
went to my room to get one of the diapers, and I striped off 
my pants and underpants to make it easier for her. "Good 
boy, your being so grown up about this." Her words shocked, 
me grown up about wearing a diaper? She must have noticed 
the look on my face "Honey, you are very grown-up to wear a 
diaper" Again I was stunned, I asked why she thought so 
"Because, you know you need to wear one, and it's best for 
you, so you are doing what needs to be done, that's a very 
grown-up attitude to have." That made me feel a little 
better and before I realized it, I had a diaper on. Without 
being asked, I got up and walked around a bit, to see how it 
felt. It felt weird, I knew I was walking funny from the 
bulge between my legs, and could tell that mom was having a 
hard time trying not to giggle. It wasn't that bad, and in a 
way actually felt good. I sat back down on the couch. "So, 
what do you think?" Mom asked me. I told her it wasn't that 
bad, and that I could get used to it. "Okay then, if you 
like them so much, you can wear them all the time" I froze 
for a second before she told me she was kidding, and then I 
started to laugh and hugged her. 
	When it was my bedtime, mom tucked me in bed, and 
brought me a glass of milk. "drink up, you don't need to 
worry about it now." I drank the whole glass and she kissed 
me one more time before turning out the lights and leaving. 
I called her back, and reminded her to turn my night light 
on. Okay, maybe I am a little afraid of the dark, I like 
having a light on. Mom smiled and turned my night light on, 
and left this time leaving the door open a little. She knew 
I liked that, but for some reason she always makes me ask to 
have the light left on, I figure she's hoping I'll get over 
my fear, but I doubt it. 

Chapter Three 

	I woke up wet today, although I don't remember doing 
it. I was wet and the filling on my diaper squished between 
my legs with each move. I wanted to get up and change, but I 
didn't think I could diaper myself. It must be hard to get a 
diaper to fit right on yourself. I laid in bed quietly, and 
noticed that my butt was starting to sting a little from the 
wetness. I called out for my mom, and within seconds she was 
there. "Morning baby, how did you sleep?" I told her I slept 
good, but needed to be changed badly. Mom took off my wet 
diaper and I went to shower. 
	Nice and clean, I got out and toweled myself dry and 
went back to my room to get dressed. Mom walked in as I 
pulled up my Animaniacs Underoos. "Wait a minute honey, come 
lay on your bed" I started to cry, and asked her not to 
diaper me, I didn't want anyone to see me at camp with a 
diaper on. "Honey, I'm not going to diaper you, but you have 
a slight diaper rash. I have to put some cream on so it gets 
better" I was relieved and jumped on my bed pulling my 
underpants back down in mid air. Mom spread a good layer of 
cream on me, and pulled my underpants up for me. "Okay, get 
dressed or you will be late." I finished dressing and went 
down to breakfast. Mom and I ate together again, and then 
she dropped me off at camp. I was playing with my friends 
making a whole city to use the matchbox cars in. I had to 
pee, but I decided to hold it so that I could keep playing.  
About ten minutes later I was still holding it, but it was 
getting hard, and I could feel my underpants getting damp 
from the little pee that managed to escape. I decided I had 
to go right away, so I got up and started to run for the 
bathroom. I got there in record time, but someone was 
already in there. I stood outside the door, doing the pee 
pee dance and holding myself to try and stop the pee from 
coming out, but more and more was escaping and now there was 
a wet spot on the front of my pants. Finally the urge over 
took me and I was soaked from the waist down. 
	I didn't want to go back outside and let my friends see 
me like that, and it was now pointless to wait for the 
bathroom to free up so I went to the locker area where we 
put our stuff, and sat down in the corner. I decided to wait 
until my pants dried off some, but after an hour, one of the 
camp leaders found me, with my pants still wet. "Tommy, what 
are you doing in here?" I tried to tell her I didn't feel 
well, but as soon as s I got up the secret was out. "I guess 
we had an accident, didn't we?" I started to cry and 
apologize. "It's okay, we all have an accident some times, 
we will have to call your mom, we can't leave you in these 
wet clothes." She led me to her office and I stood in front 
of her desk, while she called my mom at work. "Yes Janet, 
Tommy had a little accident, I'm afraid your going to have 
to pick him up, he needs to change his clothes before he 
catches a cold." I continued to cry while I waited for my 
mom to come get me. 
	Mom pulled up and I got in the car, sitting on a towel 
mom had placed on the seat. She nor I spoke the whole ride 
home. Mom followed me up to my room, and took my wet clothes 
from me, while I showered again. Mom was sitting on my bed 
when I got out of the shower. "Honey, I have to get back to 
work, so we will talk about this when I get home, for now 
I'd like you to lay down, take a nap, and relax." I told her 
I would and kissed her on the cheek. Even though it was only 
2pm I put PJ's on, because they are comfortable, and I 
didn't plan on going any where.