My Summer at My Friend’s House

Summary: an 8-year-old was sent to a friend’s house for the summer and 
treated just like a baby. When summer was over he went home and 
discovered his new nursery and wardrobe.

My parents are going away on vacation for the summer. I am staying at 
my best friend’s house for the summer. unbeknownst to me my parents 
authorized Mrs. Crouse to treat me the same way as J.C. Mrs. Crouse 
told me to take my things to J.C.’s room. On my way I was still 
thinking about what Mrs. Crouse said to me before I was sent to my 
friend’s room, “he was playing, but he went and took a nap an hour ago 
but you can go and wake him and help him up. The keys are hanging on 
the wall by the light switch.” She was also smiling at me. So here I am 
walking down the hall and went in my friend’s room. When I walked in my 
jaw dropped to the ground. My friend’s room was a nursery, an oversized 
nursery! I looked around for a few minutes. The first place I looked 
was the crib. I saw my friend lying in the crib. The crib was big 
enough for my friend and I to sleep in. on top of that he was tied down 
with a pacifier strapped in his mouth. Then I turned my attention on 
the oversized changing table and saw boat loads of diapers. I picked 
one up and examined it. With out notice I heard Mrs. Crouse say, “I 
knew it, we have another baby here. I was speechless and she walked 
over and stripped me naked as I was struggling but I was no match for 
her; she was too strong. She then tied me down to the changing table. 
She noticed I had hair down there and started to shave my hair off and 
when I saw the razor I started struggling again but I was strapped down 
tight. Mrs. Crouse told me to stop struggling or I would get cut. I 
stopped right then and there for fear of getting cut. Then she started 
to oil, lotion, and powder my diaper area and slid a diaper under me 
and taped it closed nice and tight.

Mrs. Crouse then untied me and put an onesie on me. Then she told me to 
put my hands behind my back and turn around. I started begging her not 
to do this and to please take the diaper off of me? She said, “Be quiet 
and do as you’re told”! So I did and she handcuffed my hands together 
and told me to turn around again and open wide. I kept my mouth shut 
and she decided to pinch my nose so I would have to open my mouth to 
get some air then she shoved a pacifier in my mouth and strapped it in 
behind my head. Then she unlocked the top of the crib and put me in 
there and tied my ankles to the crib sides and closed and locked the 
crib top. What I did know was that she shoved 5 suppositories up my ass 
when she oiled my backside. Soon I had to go pooh-pooh within 5 minutes 
after she locked me in the crib. I finally couldn’t hold it any longer 
and let loose in my diaper.

A half hour after I messed in my diapers. Mrs. Crouse finally let us 
out of the crib and unbound us and sent us to the kitchen and put us in 
matching highchairs. She fed us each 5 jars of strained carrots and 5 
jars of strained prunes. Then she gave us 3 baby bottles, 2 full of 
baby formula and one full of apple juice. The bottles were laced with a 
laxative and a diuretic. For the next few hours we were wet and messy. 
Then Mrs. Crouse decided to change us so she took us to J.C.’s room and 
took our diapers off. Then she decided to force us to have sexual 
release and put J.C.’s cock inside my ass and put a dildo inside his 
ass and turned it on and it started to vibrate inside his ass. While we 
were fucking each other she tied us together and put us in an extra 
large disposable diaper. She left us like that until the batteries died 
in the vibrating dildo which was 5 hours we were exhausted.

By the time Mrs. Crouse freed us I managed to pee inside my friend 10 
times and I also added poop to the diaper about 10 times also. My 
friend’s mother finally diapered us each in a separate diaper. Then she 
put locking mittens on our hands and pacifier gags in our mouths.

We were then placed in the playpen and the top was then shut and 
locked. We were forced to watch Sesame Street all morning. When it was 
time to eat lunch we were put in our highchairs and strapped in. our 
hands and feet were strapped to the arms and legs of the highchairs. We 
were treated like this for the rest of the summer. When my parents came 
home they went straight home to unpack and get my room setup before I 
was sent home. When I got home I went to my room to get a toy I noticed 
my room changed and looked just like J.C.’s new room. When I looked in 
my drawers I saw diapers, pacifiers baby powder, and baby clothes. When 
I looked in my closet, I saw more baby outfits which included sailor 
suits, footed sleepers, coveralls, onesies, rompers, and short alls. I 
went to my mom and asked her why my room was changed into an adult 
sized nursery. She said because I am sick and tired of you wetting your 
pants everyday just because you don’t want to stop playing to come in 
and go to the bathroom and now I am going to treat you just like a baby 
that you wanted to be. So now you and J.C. will be best friend’s 
forever and be treated just like overgrown babies together forever.