The Fraternity Baby Brother Summary: A fraternity brother gets caught wearing diapers and becomes the 'baby brother'. When I was in college I pledged a fraternity at the end of my freshman year. At the start of my sophomore year I moved into the fraternity house and shared a room with some guys that became good friends. The fall semester went well and during the Christmas break six of us made arrangements to spend a week skiing after Christmas and before school started. We rented a cabin near a ski area and met there. I was the last to arrive and asked which room had a bed available. I was pointed to a bedroom and went in to see that it was a kid’s room for the family that owned it. There was a single bed in one corner and a crib in the other corner. I brought my stuff in, hung some things up in the closet, and looked around. One dresser had a changing pad on top of it and some baby powder and a dish with some diaper pins. The sight of the diaper pins brought back some old feelings from when I was younger and had the desire to try wearing diapers. I never really got the chance, it was just a fantasy. I looked in the dresser drawers, most of them were empty, but one was full of cloth diapers and a few pairs of plastic pants. One of my buddies called out for me to join them in the living room. We made plans for the next day of skiing. That night as we went to bed, I put on my ski pajamas and got in bed, but I started to think about the diapers that were right there in the room. I tried to put them out of my mind, telling myself that I was in college and thinking about diapers was silly. Some of my old fantasies came to mind about being a bedwetter who still had to wear diapers to bed. Finally, after about an hour of tossing and turning, trying to put the thought out of my mind, I figured that I might as well go ahead and try putting some diapers on just to satisfy my curiosity and get it out of my system. I got up and got about 6 diapers and laid them out on the bed, I grabbed some diaper pins and the baby powder, took my pajama bottoms off and lay down on the diapers. I sprinkled some baby powder on and immediately loved the smell. I reached down and pulled the diapers up between my legs and awkwardly tried to pin them on. I finally got it right and stood up to look at myself in a mirror. I was surprised at both how much I looked like a toddler, but also at how comfortable it felt to finally be wearing diapers. I decided to see what it would be like to live out at least part of my fantasy and keep the diapers on for the night. I put my pajama bottoms back on and went to bed. It was weird to wake up the next morning and realize that I was diapered and had slept the whole night that way. I took them off and put them away, got dressed and joined my friends for breakfast and a great day of skiing. I thought about the diapers several times during the day and wondered if I would wear them again that night. Of course once I started to get undressed for bed I thought about the diapers and wanted to wear them again. I got them out and diapered myself and put my pajamas on and went to bed. After a short while I was thirsty and needed a drink of water, I guess I was dehydrated from skiing all day. I knew that I should take the diapers off before leaving the room, but I opened the door and peeked out. All was dark and quiet. It was exciting to think about leaving the room to get a drink and keep the diapers on. I quickly and quietly walked to the kitchen and got a glass of water and hurried back to my room. Again, the next morning, I enjoyed how I felt when I woke up and remembered that I was wearing baby diapers. The next day of skiing and hanging out with my fraternity brothers was fun. During dinner, as we were cleaning up, I noticed some baby bottles on the top shelf of a cupboard, but I couldn’t think of a way to take one without getting noticed. I looked forward to the chance to put diapers on again for bed. The third night of getting ready for bed was fun because I started to imagine it was normal and natural for me to put diapers on for bed. I tried to imagine that my friends knew that I was still in diapers and didn’t care. I put the diapers on and my pajamas and got in bed. Again I was dehydrated and after checking to see that all was quiet I hurried to the kitchen to get a drink. I thought about the baby bottles and decided to get one and fill it with water. As I reached up to get one of the bottles I was startled when the kitchen light turned on. I heard one of my friends behind me say, “Oh, you needed a drink, too?” I froze with the baby bottle in my hand, but hidden from his view. Then he said, “What are you wearing? That looks like diapers sticking out of your pajamas.” I looked down and was horrified to see the top edge of the diapers and a diaper pin showing above the waistband of my pajamas as I reached up. I quickly set the baby bottle down in front of me and turned around keeping it behind me. I pulled my pajama top down to cover the exposed part of the diapers, but with the ski pajamas that I had on, the outline and bulge of the diapers was fairly obvious, especially when he had already seen the diapers sticking out of my waistband. I guess he really wasn’t sure what he was seeing and said, “Are you really wearing diapers?” I couldn’t answer. I didn’t want to admit that I was, but I couldn’t likely convince him that I wasn’t. He said, “Well, are you?” Again I didn’t answer, I just froze. He called for the other 4 guys to come out. I wanted to run and hide but I couldn’t. When everyone was there and wondering what was going on he told them that he thought that I was wearing diapers. They all looked at me with a weird look and stared at my diaper bulge and one of them said, “Well it look likes he’s wearing something under there.” Another one said, “Show us what your wearing.” I finally said, “Just let me go back to my room.” One of them said,” You can either show us if you have diapers on or we can pants you.” I almost started to cry as I pulled my pajama bottoms down to reveal the diapers that I was wearing. They all laughed at me and asked why I wearing them. I tried to explain it as truthfully and logically as I could without sounding too weird, if that was possible. I told them about trying them on the first night and sleeping in them. One of them said, “You mean you actually slept in diapers?” I nodded yes and told them how I had put them on the second night and tonight too. One said, “So you like sleeping in diapers?” I didn’t answer, but one of the other guys said, “Well it’s kind of obvious if he put them on himself 3 night in a row, that he must like wearing them.” One of them finally said, “Well I think it’s weird, but as long as you don’t ask us to diaper you, I don’t care. Let’s go to bed.” The others laughed and started to leave for their rooms. One came over to the sink and noticed the baby bottle, he mentioned it to the others but they kept going. I started to leave, but he said, “Here take your bottle and put some milk in it.” I did and went back to my room. I went to bed and sucked on the bottle wondering what my friends were thinking about me, or what, if anything, they would do. The next morning I nervously joined them and one of them finally asked me if I was wearing diapers now. I told him no, that I had only worn them to bed. I continued to put them on at bedtime for the rest of the week, and occasionally heard some remarks about being the baby brother. I knew that I would miss the chance to sleep in diapers once we got back to the fraternity house. Needless to say, it didn’t take long for the story to spread on how I had been caught wearing diapers, and that I even took a baby bottle to bed. About a week later I came into my room and found a package lying on my bed. My room mates were there and told me to go ahead and open it. Written on the outside it said, “To our baby brother.” I nervously opened it and pulled out two dozen diapers, a package of diaper pins, some baby powder, and two baby bottles. I tried to laugh it off and say how funny they were. But they said that it wasn’t a joke, that I was to be the baby brother and wear the diapers to bed, or they would spread the story around the school about my being caught in diapers. That night everyone wanted to see me after I had put the diapers on. I waited until I was alone in the room, put them on, and then put some pajamas on to hide them. When I walked out to the hall, everyone was there. They were all wearing boxers or briefs and booed me for having pajamas on. I was told to take them off and show them my “underwear”. I slowly took my pajamas off and stood in front of my fraternity brothers wearing diapers and a t-shirt. Once I got in bed I enjoyed the feeling of having diapers on. The next morning I got up and stood in line for the bathroom in my diapers. After a few weeks, the novelty wore off, and I could comfortably put my diapers on at night and walk around in front of my fraternity brothers and chat with them as if it was normal for me to be diapered. One morning as we waited our turns for the bathroom, one of the guys cut in front of me. I protested and he said, “Why do you need to go to the bathroom, you wear diapers?” I tried to explain to him that I didn’t wet my diapers and that I wasn’t wearing plastic pants. He said, “Too bad.” Soon some of the others joined in and shoved me to the back of the line. Pretty soon I couldn’t hold it and started to wet. The diapers soon became soaked and started to drip on the floor. Everyone laughed at me for wetting my diapers. I ran to my room to change. This type of thing continued, so I decided to get some plastic pants. I got both some pull on ones and snap-on ones. I didn’t sleep in them, but I put them on when I got up, just in case I didn’t make it to the bathroom. This sort of backfired, because once I started waiting in line with diapers and plastic pants on, anyone that was in a hurry thought it was perfectly fair to cut in front of me. More than once I waited in line for a while and ended up walking back to my room in wet diapers. After a few months of this, I came back from classes to find a large crib set up in my room. Some guys were waiting to see my reaction. I said, “Very funny, but I am not going to sleep in a crib.” They said that as long as I their baby brother, that I would be sleeping in a crib. That night everyone had a good laugh watching me climb into the crib wearing diapers and a t-shirt. Once I was in, one of them raised the side of the crib. Everyone but my room mates left and I looked out thru the bars of the crib at my friends and looked down at my diapers and for some reason I felt safe. In the morning I had to ask one of my friends to lower the side of the crib so I could climb out. A few times I almost didn’t make it out in time to put my plastic pants on before wetting, so I started to keep a pair of plastic pants in the crib with me. I remember the first Saturday morning when I woke up and everyone was still asleep. I had to pee but couldn’t get out of my crib, I put the plastic pants on and wet myself. I looked around the room at my friends sleeping and wondered how I had become a college boy, laying in a crib, wearing wet diapers. I drifted off back to sleep, and woke up as one of my friends was lowering the side of my crib for me. That morning as I got dressed I wondered what it would be like to have my diapers changed. Some of the girls that hung around soon heard about the ‘baby brother’ who wore diapers to bed. Some started asking who I was, and could they see me in my diapers. One night at a party some girls were asking about me and some guys brought them into my room to show them my crib. I walked in and they were told that I was the ‘baby brother’. They asked if they could diaper me and I said no, but my fraternity brothers said, “Sure”. I finally agreed that they could pin the diapers on me, but that they would have to leave the room while I got ready. Once I was undressed and had the diapers pulled up over me I called them back in and they had a good time pinning my diapers on me. They then insisted on putting a pair of plastic pants on me and helped me into my crib. Once they left I took the plastic pants off and went to sleep. This happened a few times over the next few months, where someone would help pin my diapers and put me into my crib. This helped with my fantasy of being diapered by someone as if I was a baby. One Saturday morning when I had pulled my plastic pants on and wet myself so that I could go back to sleep, I woke up later to see two girls standing over my crib. I realized that they had pulled my plastic pants half way off. I asked what they were doing and one of them said, “We saw that you were wet, we are going to change your diapers.” I told them that I don’t need to wear diapers, especially during the day. They said, “You are 20 years old, you sleep in diapers, your diapers are wet, and you sleep in a crib, we think that you should have you diapers changed.” I again told them that I don’t need diapers, and that they certainly weren’t going to change me like a baby. One of the guys with them said, “You are a baby, your wearing wet diapers, and laying in a crib, just admit that you need your diapers changed and let them do it.” I sighed and said, “OK, go ahead.” They proceeded to pull my plastic pants off, unpin my wet diapers and remove them, wipe me with baby wipes, slip clean diapers under me, powder me, and pull the diapers up between my legs and pin them on me. Then they put some snap- on plastic pants on me and asked me if I felt better with dry diapers. I admitted that I did, hardly believing that I had just had my diapers changed. I climbed out of my crib and they picked out what clothes I should wear. They said that we were going to the mall and I watched as they packed a diaper bag for me. I felt a little self-conscious walking around the mall with diapers on under my clothes, but no one noticed. After a few hours I had to pee and I couldn’t imagine trying to go to the men’s room, so I just slowly started to wet. Around noon one of the girls asked me if I needed to be changed. I was shocked that she would just blurt it out like that in public. I quietly said no. About an hour later she asked me again, and again I said no. But this time she also asked if I was wet. I hesitated in answering and she said, “I bet you are, let’s go and check your diapers.” They took me toward the restrooms and I wasn’t sure what they had in mind until I saw the door between the men’s and ladies room marked “Diaper Changing Facilities”. I started to resist but they threatened to tell people around us that I was diapered. I went in with them and saw a long counter top for changing babies. Thankfully no one else was in there. They told me to hop up onto the counter and lay down. One of them started to undress me as the other one got things out of the diaper bag. With my pants pulled down to my ankles, they unsnapped my plastic pants, unpinned my wet diapers and removed them and put them in a plastic bag. Then they put my dry diapers under me, powdered me and pulled the diapers up between my legs. Just then the door opened and a mom with a toddler and a 10 year old boy walked in. They were surprised to see me on the counter, but the mom proceeded to lay her toddler on the counter to change him. The 10 year old stared at me as my diapers were pinned on. The boy said, “Mommy, why is that man wearing baby diapers?” One of the girls said, “Because he still wets himself like a baby, he’s still not a big boy like you are. He still needs his diapers just like your little brother does.” The mom then said, “Actually, I am just checking his training pants.” I looked over to see the toddler in training pants while my plastic pants were snapped back on. I then hopped off the counter and stood in front of the 10 year old and pulled my pants up over my diapers and plastic pants. We left and went shopping some more before returning to the fraternity house. They changed my diapers once more at dinner time and again at bedtime. This time when they put me into my crib, I kept my plastic pants on and drifted off to sleep dreaming about having my diapers changed just like a baby. I enjoyed it and couldn’t wait for it to happen again. I spent the rest of my college days diapered at night and sleeping in a crib. Having my diapers changed was always exciting. A few times someone changed me as I lay on the back seat of a car in a parking lot.