Summary: 10 Year-old finds wearing diapers is not that bad.

THE BABY BROTHERS

Part 1

	I remember when I just turned 10 years old school would be out 
for the summer in less than a week. My name is Donny. My brother Timmy 
was 5. He was already out for the summer; he was in kindergarten. My 
other brother Jimmy was just three and did not go to school. Timmy 
needed to wear Pull-ups because he was prone to have wetting accidents 
just like Jimmy. Mom made me help them change all their accidents. I 
had to make sure they were all cleaned and powdered before they put on 
their clean Pull-ups.
	Every day after school the first thing I had to do was change 
Timmy’s Pull-ups they were always wet. At least he did not poop; that 
would be nasty to deal with. I did not want to think of that. The more 
I changed my brothers the more I thought how lucky they were they did 
not have to worry about making it to the potty in time. They just wet 
their pants and someone else would take care of the mess.
	The first day of summer vacation mom told me I had diaper duty. I 
had to make sure my brothers stayed dry. I changed about 12 pairs of 
Pull-ups the first day 7 from Timmy and 5 from Jimmy. Since they both 
wet the bed I had to be sure they were well protected before their 
pajamas were put on. They wore Huggies diapers at night.
	We lived 15 miles from the nearest house so I had no other 
friends to play with only my brothers. We were out side playing when I 
felt the need to pee so I ran to the house while my brothers continued 
to play. Before I left the house after my potty break I drank a large 
glass of water because I was thirsty. I checked my brothers’ Pull-ups 
to find only Timmy had wet his so I walked him to the porch to change 
his wet Pull-up. Timmy could stand while I removed his pants and tore 
the sides of his wet Pull-up open to remove the wet Pull-up to wipe his 
bottom with a baby wipe. Then he could step into a new one so I could 
put his pants back then we could start playing again.
	By that time I need to pee again so back to the potty I went. 
Between my potty breaks and my brothers’ pants changing I got very 
little time to play myself. Then I got and idea-- I could wear one of 
Timmy’s Pull-ups so I would not have to stop playing for my potty 
needs. The next time I needed to pee I grabbed one of Timmy’s Pull-ups 
so I could put it on in the bathroom. It worked. I put the Pull-up on 
and no one knew that I was wearing my brother’s Pull-ups. I started to 
play but I forgot to pee when I was in the bathroom. Now I would find 
out if these Pull-ups worked letting my pee flow. It tickled as the pee 
went into the Pull-up. The Pull-up soaked up all the pee I had. It was 
sort of fun wetting my pants with no one knowing what I was doing. Now 
I knew why my brothers like using Pull-ups so much.
	After a week of using Pull-ups it was automatic for me to just 
let my pee go wherever I was. My brothers and I were having the time of 
our lives, no potty worries. We never had to stop playing to use the 
potty; we just peed our pants. It was so easy to take care of it later.
	Then after eight days mom asked me why Timmy was almost out of 
Pull-ups when he had a two-week supply just last week. Then she looked 
at me to see my pants with a noticeable bulge because I had wet my 
Pull-up about 30 minutes ago. She told me to come over to her. She 
stuck her finger into the top of my pants and said, “What a baby!” I 
was wetting my training pants like a real baby. I tried to explain I 
was only playing; I did not need Pull-ups. She grabbed me by the hand 
dragging me to the house crying with Timmy and Jimmy following close 
behind. I was led to our room and put on the changing table where my 
pants were removed. My brothers started to giggle as my wet Pull-ups 
were revealed. Mom just treated me like I was one of my brothers, 
wiping and powdering me. Then instead of a Pull-up she pulled out one 
of Timmy’s size 6 Huggies night diapers and taped it on in seconds. I 
was turned into the house baby. She removed all my other clothes and 
dressed me in a one piece jumper that zipped up the back. She put a 
diaper pin in the zipper, making it impossible for me to remove my 
clothes.
	I was sent out to play with my brothers and told to be good. I 
tried everything I could to get out of the jumper but nothing worked so 
I gave up and started play with my brothers. I soon forgot about what I 
was wearing and soon wet my diaper without thinking just like the last 
few days I just let my pee out. This time it tickled more than ever. 
The diaper was barely damp when I finished.
	Mom called us in to eat Timmy and Jimmy went to the potty to pee 
and wash their hands while mom put me in the highchair. I objected but 
had no choice because mom was much stronger than I was. As mom fed me 
in the highchair my need to poop got greater with every mouthful. Since 
I was three I always need to poop at lunchtime. I tried to tell mom my 
need but every time I opened my mouth a spoonful of food was put into 
it. It happed so quickly I could not help it poop filled my diaper 
without warning. As hard as I tried I could not stop it as more came 
out. Soft poop went up my back and into the front of my crotch followed 
by a flood of pee. I tried to cry but mom just put another spoonful of 
baby food in my mouth. When I was finished eating mom put the nipple of 
a bottle in my mouth she told me to suck it until it is all gone to get 
out of the highchair. She would not let me hold it so I sucked it for 
15 minutes it finish it. My brothers were amused by me being babied by 
mom they thought it was so fun that it was not them.
	When mom let me out of the highchair she told me to go play with 
my brothers in the playroom until naptime. I ran to the playroom, 
forgetting about my wet/messy diaper until I sat on the spring horse. I 
got the surprise of my life when a sat down on the saddle as poop 
smashed up into the front of my crotch. At first it felt bad until I 
rocked a little then it became so wonderful. I could not describe it. 
Back and forth, back and forth, it was so much fun slippery back and 
forth. For a 10-year-old to poop his diaper at first was bad, but now I 
was having so much fun.
	Mom came in the playroom, telling everyone it was naptime. I said 
I was too old for naps. She said all diaper boys need naps no matter 
how old he was. She picked me off the horse and said, “baby has poopy 
diaper.” I started to cry, so mom held a pacifier in my mouth, telling 
me I better keep it there or get bare-bottom spanked. I knew she meant 
business, so I started to suck my pacifier. Mom carried me to our 
bedroom where she strapped me to the rarely-used changing table. I 
could not reach the release, so I was held in place while I watched mom 
put my brothers in the twin beds leaving the old hospital youth size 
crib empty.
	Just before mom returned to me I flooded my diaper again now I 
was leaking ands needed a diaper change badly. First she released me, 
removed my jumper then carried me to the open bathroom where she had a 
bathtub filling with soapy water for me. Mom removed my Huggie, dropped 
it into the empty diaper pail and wiped my bottom, crotch, and front 
free of most of the poop I had smashed all over. When she finished 
wiping me off she put me in the tub. First she washed my hair with baby 
shampoo then she washed my face, arms, back, front, then my diaper area 
finishing with my legs and feet. Mom picked me up in a big towel and 
dried me well before she put me on the changing table. I was still 
sucking my pacifier as baby powder was sprinkled over my soon to be 
diapered body. The diaper this time felt thicker because mom had put a 
diaper doubler in the crotch. She put a thin footed sleeper on me that 
zipped up the back again I could do nothing to get out of my clothes.
	Mom put me in the crib handed me my bottle pulling up the side. 
She told me when I finish the bottle to call her and I could get out. 
She pulled up the crib side as I lay my head on my pillow sucking my 
bottle. I thought I could finish the bottle fast and get out or take 
the top off and drink it that way. I tried to take the top off but it 
would not budge. So I had to suck it like a baby. The juice came out so 
slow but I was determined to finish it to get out of this crib. The 
more I tried the more relaxed I became soon I was asleep with an empty 
bottle in my mouth.
	When mom woke me from my nap my pacifier was put back in my mouth 
as mom removed my sleeper showing everyone how wet my diaper was. Mom 
changed my diaper while I was still in my crib with my brothers 
watching. I was the oldest kid in the house but still the baby of the 
house.
	It was late July and I have been in baby treatment for six weeks, 
each day losing more of my big-boy rights. My brothers are now wearing 
regular big boy pants during the day but diapers at night; they are 
still bedwetting. My brothers boss me around because they say I am the 
baby; they are big boys. Mom agrees and tells me potty training will 
start when I can stay dry for two hours and NOT until then. I can’t 
remember when I have been able to hold my pee for two hours in my 
entire life. Even before this summer I need to pee all the time at 
school. I needed extra potty times. This war going to be hard for me to 
do and my brothers were quick to tell mom when I wet my diaper so they 
could watch mom change me wherever I was at home. When we were out in 
public mom would change me in the women’s restroom or the back car 
seat. My diaper was changed just like I was a two-year-old not a ten-
year-old.
	School was going to start next week and I was no closer to 
passing the potty training test than I was three weeks ago. Mom made 
arrangements a school for the school nurse to change my diaper at 
recess and lunchtime. The day before school started we went to school 
and by the time we arrived I had wet my diaper. Mom let the school 
nurse change my wet diaper for practice. I was so embarrassed but it 
was so quick and professional I barely had time to think. The nurse 
said she had a few more little boys with wetting problems that I was 
not the oldest. Wooh! I could not believe other boys wearing diapers to 
school like me. This might not be as bad as I thought. Timmy was told 
not to tell anyone or he would be going to school wearing diapers too. 
Timmy and I road the school bus to school he was true to his word he 
kept my secret. We I arrived at school I went to the nurse’s office for 
my first official diaper change. Then I went to my fifth grade 
classroom to start the school year.

Part 2

	I was in the fifth grade my brother was in first grade. We were 
in separate parts of the school. I was on the third floor and had 
recess only at lunch 12:00 noon to 12:45PM. My brother was on the first 
floor he had three recess times but I don’t know when they were. We 
were only together on the bus Timmy never told anyone of my diapers. 
All year long I only poop my diaper three times and that was on the bus 
ride home.
	The size 6 Huggies were getting too small for me since I was 
getting bigger. By the end of the school year the size 6 Huggies were 
falling off when I wet them mom said she would fix my problem when 
school was over next week. So I had to go to school with the diaper 
problem I had to go to the nurse office as soon as I felt wet or my 
diaper would come off in front of everyone.
	The last day of school I was so excited the last hour I forgot to 
go to the nurse’s office. Before I knew it I was on the bus ride home 
with a wet diaper needing to pee again. I knew if I wet again it would 
leak and fall off. As I step off the buss with my brother I felt my pee 
go into my diaper tickling me. As the buss pulled away I started to 
walk with my brother to our house. I felt the taps break loose on my 
diaper as it fell into my pants, making me waddle even more.
	Mom saw my problem as I walked into the house she led me to our 
room where she removed my clothes. When she finished she pulled out a 
diaper that looked different it was so big compared to the Huggies. It 
had a design on the front but I did not see it well enough to tell it 
was a baby bottle and pacifier. As she taped it on me it felt so big 
and thick I thought it would fall off when I stood up. Then she dressed 
me in my powder blue playsuit. As I walked out to play with my brothers 
it felt like I had ten Huggies on as I waddled to play.
	I was now eleven years old, my brother Timmy was six, and Jimmy 
was four. As I walked out to play my brother said my diaper was showing 
big time. I was sucking my pacifier feeling so good that I could wet 
now without my diaper fall off. I wanted my brothers to be in daytime 
diapers like me so they could have fun too. I started to try to talk 
them into having potty accidents too. Only Timmy would agree Jimmy 
wanted his big boy pants and clothes not baby diapers.
	Timmy wet his pants a few minutes later and Jimmy ran to mom and 
told on him. Mom came out so see Timmy playing in wet pants. She led 
him to our room where she put one of my left over Pull-ups on him. When 
he returned I told him now when he pees in his Pull-ups it tickles when 
he poops how warm that feels. If he poops to try sitting on the spring 
horse and ride.
	After dinner Timmy pooped and peed his Pull-up and jumped on the 
horse to ride. At first he rode slow then he got into it he was hook on 
diapers now and would not go back to big boy pants for anything. We 
tried everything to get Jimmy to try diapers but he would not he was a 
big boy not a baby. He liked his big boy bed and chair at the table he 
did not like the crib or highchair he would be using like Timmy and I 
were.
	Two weeks later Jimmy had two accidents in a row one was poop so 
mom put him back in diapers just like Jimmy and me. He was not happy at 
first but then he pooped his diaper two days later after he ate his 
breakfast, he was on the horse. Now he was hooked too.
	Within a week we were not potty trained we use diaper all the 
time. I could change Timmy’s and Jimmy’s diapers when they needed it. 
Timmy could changed me when I need mine changed. Timmy was good at 
keeping me clean and dry so diaper rash would not come and get me. I 
kept my brothers clean and dry too so diaper rash would not get them 
either.
	Mom was happy that she no longer had to change that many diapers 
just a few here and there. My brothers and I were having the best time 
of our lives playing and using baby things Jimmy did not see the 
difference in the toys. The Playskool and Little-tykes toys were very 
fun. I was the only one that liked a pacifier that I always had in my 
mouth. All three of us like a bedtime and naptime bottle.
	One week after Jimmy started using diapers like Timmy and me I 
woke up in my crib sweating with a very sore throat mom looked in my 
mouth and told me I needed to go to the doctor. That afternoon I was 
sitting on the examination table with the doctor telling mom I needed 
to be in the hospital now.
	That evening mom took me to the hospital where they saw me 
wearing diapers. They told her the only place they had free was the 
toddler nursery and since I was wearing diapers that would be the best 
place for me. I was led to the third floor where they put me in a crib 
that was almost like mine at home except it had a top on it. I could 
not climb out like at home when I wanted out. The nurse closed the crib 
and mom left me in tears. The nurse later came in and put a bottle in 
my mouth witch I started to suck until I was asleep.
	I did not wake up for three days then I was awakened to a nurse 
changing my wet and messy diaper. I started to cry so in went my 
pacifier that I started to suck keeping me from more crying. I looked 
around there were six or eight other toddlers in cribs looking around, 
standing, or getting a diaper change like me. The oldest looked to be 
about three year-old. Three toddlers had regular hospital youth beds 
not cribs like me. They did not have diapers they were the big boys of 
the ward.
	I tried to stand up in my crib but fell back down as soon as I 
was standing. I grabbed the bars of the crib to pull my self up I had 
to hold on to the bars to stay standing. Mom walked in the room with me 
standing in my crib sucking my pacifier dress in a cloth diaper with 
thick puffy nursery print plastic pants. Timmy and Jimmy was with her 
they were wearing thick diapers because you could see the bulge of 
their pants. I moved to the side a little and fell I was having trouble 
standing so I stayed laying down.
	Mom told me I had an infection that was causing me to loose my 
balance it would take a while to get me better but I might need to 
learn to walk and use my hands again. She said my throat got infected 
and went to my brain but I was Okay now that I was in the hospital. 
They caught it in time and I will be released from the hospital in two 
or three days.
	When I was released from the hospital I had to ride in a big 
stroller because I was unable to walk. Mom put my stroller in the back 
of the van to take home with us. I had to ride in my new car seat just 
like Jimmy’s only big enough for me.

Part 3

	I was at home after my hospital stay sleeping in my crib not 
remembering anything in the past week. Mom was changing my diaper for 
the first time I can remember in months I was kicking my legs in the 
air just like Jimmy does mom struggling to pin the thick cloth diaper 
on. My cloth diaper was followed by a pair of puffy nursery print 
plastic pants that have not fit me in years.
	When mom left the room I tried to stand up in my crib but could 
not even grab the bars with enough strength to pull myself up to my 
feet. I started to cry so Jimmy put a bottle in my mouth witch I 
started to suck on it relax as I drank it. I could not get my hand to 
hold it my self no matter how I tried they just went every where but 
where I wanted them to go. My legs were kicking wildly without my 
control they were just going every where but where I tried to get them 
to go.
	I finished my bottle Jimmy was holding for me and started to cry 
again so in went my pacifier I started to suck immediately it felt so 
good I could do something, I could suck my Binki. I was happily sucking 
my pacifier when I suddenly got sleepy and went to sleep. Mom woke me 
changing my diaper again I tried to asked her what was going on but my 
pacifier was in my mouth and I did not know how to get it out. Mom saw 
that questioning look in my eyes she told me I had a high fever in the 
hospital and the part of my brain that controls my walking, holding 
onto things, and other body movements was damaged. But with practice I 
could relearn them just like a baby learns to do them practice. I need 
to try, try and try until I get it right.
	I was as much of a baby as a real baby I could not walk or play 
with toys like my baby brothers but they still tried to play with me. I 
had to stay in a playpen because I could not crawl yet and I might get 
hurt on something. I did not mind the playpen the toys were fun to play 
with sense I did not have to grab anything just push a big button or 
pull a big ring.
	Four weeks after I was released from the hospital I could almost 
roll onto my stomach. When I finely got on my stomach I could not get 
on my hands and knees. It took almost three more weeks to do that. 
Within three months of getting out of the hospital I could almost crawl 
like a baby but I preferred to scoot backward on the floor.
	I had to go back to the hospital for a night to get checked out 
thoroughly to see if I was getting better. I spent the day with the 
babies; age one to potty trained two-year-olds. They were all good 
babies not much crying just a lot of diapers, bottles, and pacifiers 
just like me. Except my crib was twice the size of theirs. I did not 
care I could not do anything about it so I was a good baby just like 
them not crying much.
	They took mom into another room where I could not hear them. They 
told mom it would be six more weeks or more before I walked as good as 
a one year old and six months before I could feed myself. They told her 
I have the motor skills of a normal eight-month-old and not to worry 
within a year I would be walking talking and feeding my self again. 
Also I would not go through puberty for another four or five years or 
maybe later. That would make me sixteen or seventeen going through what 
boy go through at eleven to fourteen at the oldest.
	At home again my brothers tried to get me to crawl by crawling on 
their hands and knees to show me how to do it. I knew how but I could 
not get my hands and knees to do what I wanted them to do. Within three 
more weeks I could crawl with my brothers almost beating them in races 
we would have.
	Now that I can crawl like a big kid I tried to walk like one 
holding onto everything as I moved around the house. Falling all the 
time on my diapered butt and giggling I was having so much fun 
relearning things I know how to do. Three more months pasted and I can 
walk almost like most two-year-old kids can, falling only a couple of 
time a day.
	I can feed myself with my hands no spoon or anything just my 
hands I have to learn to hold a spoon before I can use one. Maybe in a 
few months but I am having so much fun being a baby again that I want 
to make things last as long as I can. Hee Hee.

Part 4

	After three months of rehab after my hospital stay I am back to 
being a boy that is almost twelve years old. I am doing twelfth grade 
school work at a daycare that I go to with my brothers. We are allowed 
to use our diapers at day care only if we stay with the toddlers making 
us the biggest kids in the class. We also have to play with the older 
kids dressed only in tee shirts and diapers. Everyone there calls us 
the big baby brothers, even the three and four year old kids think it 
is so funny to see big babies in diapers.
	We just ignore the teasing and use our diapers no matter what 
they say. We spend most of our time playing with the toddlers that are 
not being potty trained. Because they did not want the toddler’s being 
potty trained to get any ideas about wearing diapers, too. Those 
toddlers in potty-trained were potty trained by the nine-, ten- and 
eleven-year-olds in the other side of the daycare away from the 
diapered toddlers.
	After the toddlers were potty trained three weeks with the big 
kids they were returned to the class that shared a playground with us 
the diapered toddlers and the kindergarten class. We all played 
together. The kindergarteners were the boss of every other kid. The 
potty-trained toddlers were boss of the diapered toddlers, so size did 
not matter. If a potty-trained kid wanted a toy I was playing with I 
had to give it to him. That would make me cry all the time and criers 
get a pacifier.
	At daycare I was almost the same size as most of the nine-year-
olds but skinnier. I could wear size 6 baby diapers without a problem. 
Because I pee every 25 to 45 minutes they would only last about two 
hours before they leaked. That made it easy for the daycare people to 
keep my leaks down to a minimum, just change me every diaper check time 
no need to check me I would be wet.
	At home my brothers and I would change each other’s diapers when 
they started to leak. Mom hardly ever needed to change us. We were so 
good at changing diapers and putting diaper baby lotion on we never got 
a diaper rash. We even helped out at daycare, changing kids that have 
leaks. But we had to endure cribs, highchairs, and playpens, just like 
the other toddlers.
	The cribs and highchairs I was put in were made for kids that 
were mentally handicapped, making it impossible for me to escape from. 
My clothes were made the same way when I was dressed to go out to play. 
Only a person in back of me could unsnap the release. My pajamas also 
zipped up the back so when I was dressed by someone like Timmy my 
brother or anyone else in charge of my clothes what ever they dressed 
me in I had to wear no matter how baby it looked.
	All my clothes since my hospital stay have turned into baby- and 
toddler-style clothes. I had no choice now that mom had total say in my 
dress. Mom said if I wanted to wear diapers like a baby I will dress 
like one. I argued that Timmy and Jimmy don’t have to be dressed like a 
baby. Mom told me they are not old enough to get the baby treatment you 
have to be at least nine to get the baby treatment.
	I whimpered as mom put my pacifier into my mouth after she 
dressed me like a one-year-old in a crawler playsuit with Winnie the 
Pooh on the front. I waddled out of the room to play with my brothers. 
My brothers never said a word. It was so normal to see me in baby 
clothes. They never even looked at me. We just played together. I was 
now to the point that never realized I was wetting until my diaper 
sagged.
	My brothers and I had so much baby fun for the next two years. 
Then Jimmy said he want to be a big boy to mom. Jimmy was potty trained 
in less than a day-- no accidents-- he just started to use the potty 
like a big boy. Three weeks later Timmy was potty trained, too, leaving 
me the only one wearing diapers, using baby things.
	My brothers tried to get me potty trained and I wanted to be like 
them and get big-boy freedom. I could not hold my pee over 45 minutes, 
no matter how hard I tried. I tried to use Pull-ups at daycare but they 
leaked ever hour or more. Daycare told mom no more training pants for 
me until I can stay dry for a minimum of one and a half hours-- diapers 
only.
	So for the next six months after Timmy was potty trained I was 
the only baby in the house. My brothers had their own room. My room was 
still the nursery next to mom’s room I was treated just like a one-
year-old. Mom even made me drink only from a bottle my brothers drank 
from regular glasses. My brothers were my boss sense they were potty 
trained mom said until I get potty trained I will be babied at all 
times.
	The daycare told mom it was okay for me to be there as long as I 
don’t start growing private hair. Everything was going fine with my 
life until I turned seventeen years old. My private hair started to 
grow in. Mom kept it shaved off so daycare would still take me until 
Timmy turned twelve next month; then he could baby-sit me and Jimmy. I 
was still no closer to being potty trained wetting my diaper every hour 
every hour. I would mess every morning while I was fed my breakfast.
	I am going to be eighteen next week and still not potty trained, 
no big-boy life for me like my brothers. Jimmy changes most all my 
diapers now that Timmy has older friends that don’t like to be bothered 
by little kids like Jimmy or a baby like me. I was considered to be 
Timmy’s baby brother being dressed like a baby all the time and my 
small size. I was 8” shorter than Timmy and 30 pounds lighter.
	Jimmy was even bigger than me by 2” and 15 pounds. I was quite 
small for an eighteen-year-old at 55” and 80 pounds with a 24“ waist. 
Size 6 baby diapers could barely still fit me so mom found a supply of 
youth diapers that looked and worked the same as baby diapers. They 
were so much more bulky than real baby diapers. They made me waddle 
just like a toddler again and I could wet so many time more than baby 
diapers.
	My adult diaper life started when I turned eighteen last week 
with my birthday party where I received baby supplies and baby clothes. 
What would I do with adult things? I am a baby and I guess I will stay 
a baby using my new baby things. Thanks to my baby brothers keeping me 
a baby, by not trying very hard to potty train me. My baby life with my 
mommy and brothers continues to this day using cribs, highchairs, 
strollers, baby clothes, diapers, bottles, pacifiers and all other baby 
things they can find for me. I am still only 56” tall and 80 pounds at 
age twenty-four.