My Little Brother's Room I was a little small for a 13-year-old. I was the size of my 6-year-old brother who was still in diapers. My mom and brother were going to the store one day and wouldn't be back for another two hours, so I thought this would be the perfect chance for me to try on some of his diapers. Once my mom left I snuck into my little brother’s room and closed the door behind me. I quietly took off my pants and underwear and looked through my brother’s drawers. I finally saw a VERY thick diaper in the back. I quickly lay down and got some baby powder and oil. I put the diaper under me (It felt sooooo good.) rubbed my balls and got an erection. I put on some oil and then some powder and pulled the diaper up and taped it. I looked through his closet and found his old footed dinosaur sleeper. I put it on and zipped in on from the back. I went through his diaper bag and found a bottle of milk. I climbed in his crib and locked up the bars. I lay on my back and drank my milk. In five minutes I had to pee. I thought since I could change the diaper I could go to the bathroom in it. So I relaxed and a flood of pee went into my diaper. When I was done with my milk I had to go poop. So I thought, “Well, I better not poop because I don't want to clean it up.” So I tried to unlock the crib’s bar. It wouldn't open. I tried to climb down from it but it was too high. Not a moment later and big poo landed in my diaper. It squished around in between my legs, all over my butt. It was disgusting. I started to cry. In fact I cried myself to sleep. I woke up to the sound of my mother saying, "Looks like Timmy isn't the only one in this family who needs diapers. It smells like someone had an accident." Mom walked over to the crib and looked at me. She unlocked the crib picked me up and set me on the floor. "James, I forgot to tell you Timmy is potty trained now so he doesn't need diapers, but I bought extra just in case, and he was going to stay in your room; looks like he can have your room, and you stay in here." she explained. I stared to yell, "NO! I don't need to wear diapers, I'm a big boy!" "Doesn't look like you’re a big boy." She was right. I was wearing a poopy and wet diaper, whining like a 2 year old, wearing a footed sleeper, and drinking milk out of a bottle. "Now, let’s get that diaper changed." She picked me up and laid me on the changing table. She took off my sleeper and undid my tapes. "Wow! You sure did have a lot of poopy," she cooed. She wiped me clean and put another thick diaper on me. "Why are you putting a new diaper on me?" I asked. "Because, you are now my baby boy." She put me back in my sleeper and picked me up and put me over her shoulder. We walked to the kitchen and she got me another bottle of milk. This time she fed it to me. I couldn't believe it, I was now a baby. I was daydreaming of how Jessica Simpson would be changing my diaper when I was brought back to the real world by my mother checking my diaper. "Honey, you wet a little bit, don't worry, we're going to keep it on." It was now 7:00 and dinner time. Mom took out Timmy's old high chair and snapped me in. Timmy laughed as my mom made the mashed carrots roll down my chin. When we finished she took me to the bathroom. As she ran the bathwater she told me how she was now going to keep me in diapers as a punishment of going into my brother’s room. When she shut off the water and took my sleeper off me, and my diaper, I was expecting her to leave. "Uh, mom can you leave?" "Oh no, baby, I have to supervise you." She then took of her top set me in the tub, and took of the rest of her clothes. Then she got in the tub with me. She washed my hair, penis, balls, and everything else. When we were done she dried her self off, then me, took the sleeper and wrapped me in a towel and took us to my new room. She laid me on the floor, rediapered me, and put the sleeper back on. She laid me down in the crib, read me a story, and kissed me goodnight. Over the night I peed and pooped my diaper and was waiting for mom to change it the next day.