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.

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