Premie Twins Summary: Twin six year-olds are kept as babies. Chapter 1 The six year-old twins, Sammy and Alec, had been born prematurely, and as a result, appeared to be about half their age. Adding to this impression was the way they were dressed, usually, in cute onesie playsuits, with their crotches snapped tightly around their bulging diapers. Their ten year-old sister Maggie, who towered over the boys, took care of them most of the time, since their Mother had returned to work full time after divorcing the twins' Father. The breakup followed a difficult miscarriage, which left Kate unable to have any more children. This could be partly why she kept them as babies, and took special care of them, preparing all their food from scratch, including a thick baby formula with lots of magnesium and vitamin C. The formula caused the twins to poop their diapers almost uncontrollably, so that, aside from being bed-wetters, little Sammy and Alec knew they needed their diapers all the time. Disposable diapers were used only for day-care; the rest of the time they wore a thick padding of cloth diapers and rubber pants, and with so many pins and snaps, they couldn't get out of them even if they wanted to. A fourteen year-old girl named Chrissie would come over after school to help Maggie with the chores and care for the baby boys, and would meet the day-care van at the curb to collect her adorable charges, who were often clad only in T-shirts and Pampers, having blackened their playsuits on the playground. The boys, especially Sammy, liked to play "you're it!" and would make Chrissie chase him around the yard. Alec was soon to follow, and as they ran in circles, their soggy diapers sagged almost halfway down their little bottoms. Chrissie finally snatched them up by the waists, and carried them butt-first toward the porch, where Maggie stood. The boys were kicking their legs so furiously, that their diapers had now slipped down around their knees, and even Maggie had to laugh at the sight of two very messy bottoms wriggling under Chrissie's powerful grasp. When Maggie took Alec, Chrissie began swatting Sammy's little behind until he let out a baby-like "Waaah!" After they stepped out of their diapers and had their butts wiped, Maggie at once ordered the twins up to the bathroom, pointing to the stairs witha stern, "March, you two!� �I'll bathe them," Chrissie said, "you make dinner." The two boys climbed the stairs on their hands and feet, with Chrissie close behind, swatting their bare bottoms every other step or so. Chrissie drew the bath and added bubbles, which the twins loved, and were allowed to frolic a bit while Chrissie prepared their baby-wear in the nursery. When she returned, water was everywhere, and after she finished bathing them, made them get down on their hands and knees to sponge up all the puddles. "Does anyone have to go pee-pee?" she asked, knowing they wouldn't be changed again until before bed. The twins both shook their heads. In the nursery, their diapers were already laid out on the changing pads. "Alright, on your tummies," Chrissie ordered, knowing that the twins appreciated her most gentle and affectionate care, despite the occasional swats to their backsides, and much preferred her to Maggie, who always grumbled over having to fuss over them so much. Besides, Chrissie could give something that Maggie could not. This was their little secret. Chapter 2 Chrissie then applied a special baby salve over each of their upturned bottoms, spreading their cheeks to liberally coat the cracks of their behinds, mindful that Kate had insisted, 'My babies will not have diaper rash!' "Okay, roll over," and continued, in turn, to massage the salve over their already stiff little pee-pees, and thought then that the twins looked remarkably alike, innocently sucking their thumbs, their big blue eyes flashing, raising their knees high and dangling their feet as she put their white socks on;-- When, from the foot of the stairs, was Maggie's impatient voice: "What's taking so long? Dinner's ready!� �Coming," Chrissie replied, though she had no intention of hurrying. "Let her wait. Dinner will keep," she muttered, and, after replacing their thumbs with pacifiers, she carefully pinned the half-dozen padded diapers in place, using two pins per side, drawing them up as tight as possible, and followed with their rubber pants, taking care to tuck in the thick folds around the legs and waistbands. She pulled them up, and they sat spread-eagled while Chrissie slipped clean white T-shirts over their heads, and finally, combed down their blond bangs over their foreheads. "Up we go," Chrissie squealed, using her high-pitched baby voice, "It's time for your ba-bas." She patted each on their padded bottoms as they waddled down the hall, which seemed to amplify the crackling sound of their baby pants. When they turned the corner, there stood Maggie, with her hands on her hips. "It's about time!" she whined, and scooped up one of twins to carry him downstairs. "My, don't we smell nice for a change!" Maggie teased the boy, "Which one are you?� �Aw-wec," he replied through his pacifier. "Well, 'Aw-wec,' I hope you and your brother enjoy your strained peas and carrots, which are probably cold by now.� �Oh Maggie," Chrissie laughed, "I'll reteat them. Did you make their ba-bas?� �Yes, I made their 'ba-bas,'" she joked, although I think I messed up on the recipe a little... I might have dumped in a bit too much of the vitamin and mineral powder." "Oh well, it can't hurt them. They'll just poop out what they don't need," Chrissie assured her. "That's what I'm afraid of!" said Maggie, and both girls laughed as they plopped the twins into their highchairs. Chrissie took up the plates of the lukewarm vegetables while Maggie tied their bibs around their necks and pulled the pacifiers from their mouths. "This'll only take a minute, start them on their ba-bas." Maggie snapped the highchair trays in place, and gave each twin their baby bottle. The twins were never finicky eaters, and eagerly sucked their bottles. "Not so fast, boys, we don't want a tummy-ache, do we?" Chrissie said as she returned with the steaming hot vegetables. "I'll feed them, Maggie, if you want to do something else.� �Do I?... I can't wait!" Maggie replied as the phone rang. "What now?" said Maggie, as she stomped out of the room. The ever-playful Chrissie fed the boys spoonfuls of the strained peas and carrots, pretending that each bite was an airplane coming in for a landing, making a humming sound as each "plane" approached an open mouth. Both boys giggled so much that bits of food would always end up on the sides of their mouths, which Chrissie would wipe with their bibs. When Maggie finally returned to the kitchen, she burst out laughing at the sight of her baby step-brothers, their mouths and bibs streaked with green and orange. "I wish I had a camera!" she exclaimed. "What's up?" asked Chrissie. "Mom's on the phone...she has to work late...she was wondering if you...� �Tell her it's no problem, I'd be happy to stay with you and the...� �There's something else," Maggie interrupted, "I asked her permission to sleep over at Megan's...that is...if you don't mind. You can sleep in my bed.� �That would be fine. Go have fun! I can handle the twins...My parents won't mind a bit.� �Are you sure?...that's great! I'll go tell Mom." "Finish your ba-bas," Chrissie said, "I'll have dessert for you later." Chapter 3 When Maggie returned to the kitchen with her overnight case, she saw that the twins were just finishing their bottles, holding them upside- down to suck out the last drops. "Well, I'm glad they liked it," she thought, and used their bibs to wipe up the formula which had dribbled down their chins. She untied their bibs and removed the highchair trays, "Megan and her Mom will be here any minute," she said excitedly, as she lifted Alec from his highchair. "Whoa! you must have just put on five pounds!" she joked, cradling him in her arms, as if the little six year-old Alec were her big boy baby doll. "Like this," Chrissie said, holding Sammy with his head over her shoulder, and patting him on the back. "Oh yeah, how could I forget," Maggie laughed, and hoisted Alec up, his legs wrapping around her hips. In almost no time, the twins let out a burp, followed by wet-sounding farts. Both girls giggled at first, but soon enough felt a quickly expanding bulge in each of the boys' diapered bottoms, and the odor had become unmistakable. "Phew!-- maybe that was a bit too much vitamin and mineral powder!" Maggie said, crinkling her nose. Just then a car's horn was heard. "They're here! What'll we do?" she asked anxiously. "I...uh...you...they'll have to be put in their walkers...for now; I've got to clean up," Chrissie replied, and she and Maggie lowered the boys into their walkers, which were adjusted so that only the twins' tip- toes could reach the floor. "Go now, Maggie," she said while the car's horn blared, "everything will be okay.� �Oh thank you, Chrissie!" cried the girl, overjoyed at the chance to get out of the house. "I'll change them after I clean up," Chrissie thought, with some guilt. Besides, little Sammy and Alec weren't complaining, and didn't seem at all to mind the squishy mess in their diapers, as they easily scooted around on their toes, slamming their walkers into each other like they were bumper-cars. "I must remember to raise those walkers," she thought, and pleaded: "Settle down now...boys...while I clean up, pl-eeze?" Sammy and Alec slid down in their walkers, poked their thumbs in their mouths, and swung their legs, suspended just above the floor. "I'll change those messy diapers in a minute; how about your sippy-cups?� �Sippy cups! sippy cups!" both boys cried with delight, once again on their toes, bobbing their heads and shoulders up and down excitedly. These were their "big-boy" cups. "I hope this settles them down," Chrissie thought, as she poured an infusion of chamomile and peppermint tea into a saucepan on the stove; sweetened it with honey, and added a little cream. As she warmed it up, she began hearing little "engine" noises from the rec room, followed by the sound of walkers crashing into each other. "Settle down out there," she said, raising her voice, "or no boo-boos for you!� �Boo-boo! boo-boo! we want our boo-booos" the twins began chanting. "Oh Lord," she thought, "I hope they don't say that around Kate or Maggie." Chrissie knew that Kate had nursed the boys until they were nearly four, which was why (Kate had told her), the twins, although small for their age, never got sick, unlike most other children. She brought the boys their sippy-cups, which they eagerly sipped. She told them to be patient while she cleaned up, and it occurred to her to phone her friend Jessica, who lived just down the street. Jessica agreed to come over and help Chrissie babysit, although she no idea what that would involve. She arrived shortly thereafter, and, catching sight of the twins in their walkers, now sucking their pacifiers, she gushed: "Their so adorable!" drawing out the syllables of the words. "This one's Sammy, and this one's Alec," Chrissie said, remembering that Maggie had put Alec in the baby-blue walker. "Aren't they darling," Jessica carried on, approaching little Sammy. "And how old are you, cutie-pie?" Sammy held up six fingers. "Six! why, who'd have thought!" "Jessie!" Chrissie interrupted, "I need you to help me change their poopy diapers.� �Their what? Poopy...diapers?� She asked in amazement. "Help me with their diapers, I'll explain everything later," Chrissie said as she lifted Sammy out of his walker. "Get Alec," she told Jessica, "we'll take them upstairs, clean them up, put them in their night diapers, and give them their boo-boos. "Their 'boo-boos'?" Jessica asked, pulling Alec from his walker. Once again the twin climbed the stairs on their hands and feet, only this time it was one after the other, with Chrissie behind Sammy and Jessie behind Alec, with both girls helping the boys along, gently pushing their squishy diapered bottoms. Chapter 4 The little six year-olds, even with the help from the girls, had some difficulty climbing the steps in their heavy diapers, and often fell to their knees before regaining their footing. About halfway up, Chrissie decided to just carry Sammy, and swept him up, holding him just above his baby-like tummy, her other hand buried deep in his messy diapered crotch, swinging him upward, and joking: "It's a bird!...It's a plane!...It's diaperboy! "Oh Chrissy, that's mean!" Jessica laughed, carrying Alec, holding him firmly under his shoulders as he continued moving his legs as if he were pedaling his tricycle. "It is not mean!" Chrissie said, "We play 'diaperboy' all the time. You should see them on their trampoline out back, bouncing up and down wearing just their diapers and their little blankies pinned around their necks as capes." "That's too cute!" Jessica again gushed. Chrissie brought her flying 'diaperboy' to a soft landing on his hands and knees at the top of the stairs. "To the nursery, messy diaperboy," Chrissie ordered, giving Sammy a gentle kick in the butt. She took Alec from Jessica, holding him as she had held Sammy, and lowered him to a safe landing on his hands and knees. "You too, follow your brother," Chrissie said, giving him a couple pats on the behind. As the twins crawled down the hall, Chrissie told Jessica to put them on their changing mats in the nursery, while she brought washcloths from the bathroom. Jessica lifted each boy up, and plopped him down on the changing pad. Sammy and Alec both laid on their backs, raised their knees, and dangled their legs, expecting the girl to pull off their socks. Instead, she began tickling their feet, joking: "I'm gonna get those little piggies! Where's those little piggies? I want my little piggies! Who's got my little piggies?" In no time both boys were squealing with laughter, their pacifiers bursting from their mouths, ferociously kicking their legs to escape the "piggy hunter." Upon entering the nursery, Chrissie just rolled her eyes, telling Jessica, "Don�t get them so excited! I have enough trouble settling them down. "Let's get their socks off," Chrissie said, "next their rubber pants." When their diaper pins were removed and the fronts of their wet diapers were pulled down, Jessica remarked with astonishment: "That looks like baby pooh!� �It is baby pooh, silly," Chrissie laughed, "their Mother has them on a special diet." Both girls held the twins' legs by their ankles, pulled the messy diapers from under their butts, and wiped the "baby pooh" from their behinds and little pee-pees, which immediately stiffened up. "That's good enough," Chrissie said, sitting Sammy up and slipping his T-shirt up over his head. Jessica had done the same with Alec, and both boys were raised to their feet. "To the bathroom, squirts!" Chrissie said, giving each a swat on their bare behinds. The boys, happy to finally be out of their diapers, didn't walk, but hopped down the hall, singing in unison: "Hick-o-wee dick-o-wee dock! [hop] the mouse ran up the clock! [hop]...� �What little darlings!" Jessica gushed again, "I want one!" she laughed. "Jessie, you know you're always welcome to come over and help me with the 'darling' little twins. Finish cleaning them up while I get their night diapers." Chapter 5 When Jessica reached the bathroom, she saw that both boys were bent over the side of the tub with their legs spread apart, trying to collect their little boats and other bath toys. "I'm gonna spank those bare baby butts!" she said in her mock menacing tone. The twins turned around, each clutching a little boat. They knew, or thought, that she was kidding, remembering that only their Mother had ever given them a bare-bottom spanking. This was after they had snuck out of their crib one morning, and devoured an entire bottle of orange-flavored baby aspirin which was kept in the medicine chest above the sink; thinking it was candy. For these six year-olds, there was no such thing as a "child-proof cap." Another result of this episode was the installation of a protective grate, which was fitted to the top of their oversized baby crib. Jessica began with Sammy (he had the birthmark at the topside of his bottom). Sammy stuck out his tummy while Jessica lathered his little pee-pee, which became quite firm under the soapy washcloth. She pulled him over her lap and wiped his butt, probing the recesses of his tight little butt-hole. Jessica then delivered a smack to his bare behind, which had to smart a little, and stood him up, poked a pacifier in his mouth, and sat him down on the rug while she gave his brother the same treatment. When she had finished with Alec, she stood Sammy on his feet, and said: "C'mon, darlin's, Auntie Jessica will carry you to the nursery." She bent her knees, put each hand between the boys' legs, and raised them up; the twins holding their arms around her neck, and wrapping their legs around her waist. Jessica was a strong, athletic girl, who, for her age, was exceptionally well-endowed, so to speak. When she paused at the stairwell to call Chrissie, who was making the twins' night bottles, Sammy playfully squeezed the nipple of her breast, as he had often don with Chrissie. "Boo-boo!" he cooed through his pacifier. The girl was as if in a state of shock, stammering: "What...are you doing?...stop!... stop it at once!" Sammy giggled, thinking that she was just play-acting again. Alec got into the act, and held her other nipple with his thumb and forefinger, as if testing its firmness. The girl was now beside herself, blushing deeply, practically dropping the boys to the floor. "You're gonna get it now!" she fumed, waving her finger at them. Sammy thought she was wanting to play "you're it", and Jessica stood there watching their big baby bare behinds go bounding down the hall; the boys giggling through their pacifiers. "Jessie!-- are you getting them excited again?" Chrissie asked as she walked up the steps with the baby bottles. "I thought I told you..." she paused, noticing Jessica's face all flushed. "What happened?� �They...both of them...Sammy...squeezed my nipple and called it 'boo- boo'" Chrissie couldn't help but burst out laughing, as if her friend were really embarrassed by two big baby six year-olds. "Oh Jessie, they do that to me all the time. You just swat their hand away; it's no big deal.� �I...I couldn't...I was carrying both...� �Where are they now?" Chrissie interrupted. "I don't know; they ran off somewhere.� �Oh no! They could be anywhere. "Jessie, you can't let those two out of your sight; even for a minute. Why do you think I keep them in their walkers?" After she finished lecturing Jessica, Chrissie sounded her sweet voice, calling: "Come out, come out, where-ever you are...I know you're in here," she said in the nursery, 'though she was only guessing. "I've got your ba-bas...I want those diapers on you--now!...I'm going to get 'Miss Piggy'" At this, the twins could no longer contain their giggling. "Aha!" she said, knowing at once they were hiding under their crib. "Come on out of there this minute, boys, we've got to get you diapered for bed." Chapter 6 As the twins crawled out from under their crib, and past Chrissie, she noticed a faint redness on their bottoms, in the shape of a hand. "I see you left your mark, Jessie; what'd they do this time?� �Oh, nothing...I just gave each of them a playful little smack...� �And then you had your nipples squeezed, right?" Both girls laughed as they sat the twins on their thick stacks of diapers. "Here boys, have some of your ba-bas," Chrissie said, pulling Alec's pacifier from his mouth, and handing Sammy's bottle to Jessica, "I've got to get more baby powder." The twins' night bottles consisted of cultured milk, usually flavored with vanilla and sweetened with honey. Jessica pulled Sammy's pacifier from his mouth, and held his bottle before his outstretched arms. "Here, sweetie, let me feed you your bottle," Jessica said, and scooted around behind him on the mat, straddled her legs, moved him in closer by pulling back his stack of diapers, lifted the front of the diapers, pulling them up between his legs, and cradled him in her arm as she fed him the bottle, again fawning: "Aw, bee-bee, you know I didn't mean to hurt your wittle bottom, don't you?" Sammy looked up, eagerly sucking his bottle, his hand stuck inside his unpinned diapers. "Oh, aren't we cute!" Chrissie laughed, returning with a new bottle of baby powder. "We've got to get going on their diapers; they can finish their bottles later," she said, taking Alec's bottle and sticking a pacifier in his mouth. Jessica still sat and fed Sammy, who continued draining the contents of his bottle. "There, that's my good baby boy. Chrissie look! I think he's fallen asleep!� �Get those diapers on him then, quick!" Chrissie said, by now spreading the baby powder all around Alec's little pee-pee. Jessica finally laid Sammy on his back, slid back around to his front, pulled back the diapers from between his legs, and remarked in suprise: "This feels like twice as many diapers that we took off of them a while ago.� �It is! Chrissie laughed, "the twins wet a lot.� �But how can they walk? Jessica asked, spreading baby lotion between Sammy's butt cheeks. "They can't!" Chrissie laughed again, "they don't need to, these are for beddie-bye, silly. Now hurry up!" Chrissie raised Alec's thick diapers up between his legs, fastening each side with the diaper pins which she held in her mouth, wrapping the back of the diapers around, and as tightly as possible toward the center of the front; in all, using four pins per side. Jessica watched all this intently, as if receiving a lesson in the art of diapering, all the while spreading the baby lotion on Sammy's little pee-pee, which, then, quite unexpectedly, sent a stream of pee into the air, showering the front of her blouse. The girl froze, as if in disbelief. "He's...peeing!...he...peed on me!" Chrissie again burst out laughing, "that's what babies do! I told you, you had to hurry up! I'll finish diapering Sammy, you put on Alec's baby pants and jammies." These "baby pants" had snaps at the sides, making it easier to get around all those thick diapers. Jessica slid the back under his butt and drew up the front, then snapped the sides, which held the diapers even more tightly in place. She stood him on his feet, and noticed that he couldn't quite stand up straight; the diapers and rubber pants causing him to stick out his butt, making him look like a real baby toddler, standing there sucking his pacifier. Jessica folded the tops of the diapers under the waistband of his rubber pants, and felt around the legbands, tucking in any part of the diapers still sticking out. She went to get his pajamas, which were folded on top of the dresser. "C'mere sweetie, let me put on your jammies." As little Alec waddled over to her she saw that Chrissie was only partly right. "See?-- he can too walk in his beddie-bye diapers!� �Yeah," Chrissie laughed, "like when he was two; not six!" Chapter 7 Jessica picked up one of the folded "jammies" and was surprised to see that it was a big baby body suit, a short-sleeved cotton flannel with a three-snap crotch, the fabric printed with a variety of little cowboys on horseback. "Little cowboys! how precious!" she gushed again, slipping it over Alec's up-raised arms, and pulling it down to just below the top of his diapers. She then hoisted him up on the big baby bassinet, having him lay down with his legs spread while she pulled together the snaps of the crotch. "Jessie, your blouse is soaked; go put on one of mine in Maggie's room. Put Alec on his horsie while I finish diapering Sammy." "Up you go, buckaroo!" Jessica said, and plopped little Alec into the saddle, making the rocking-horse's springs creak. Sammy instantly awakened upon hearing the sound, and at once began kicking up his knees. "I wanna ride mine too!" he cried excitedly. "Hold your horses, Sammy," she said, plunging a pacifier in his mouth, "let's get your baby pants and jammies on first." When Jessica returned, she had to laugh at the sight of the twins bouncing up and down on their rocking horses, which the twins had slightly outgrown; their saddles appeared to be smaller, and pressed up against the fronts and backs of the boys' double diapers. "Ride 'em, cowboy!" Jessica said, unable to resist giving Sammy a swipe on his bottom when he raised it from the saddle, now riding his horse with his butt in the air like a jockey. "Kate gets them all sorts of cowboy stuff. She likes to doll them up in their diapers and little cowboy boots, with little red bandanas tied around their necks.� �I'd love to see a picture of that!" said Jessica. "Oh, we have albums of baby pictures by now," laughed Chrissie. Chapter 8 None too soon, the sound of creaking rocking-horse springs ground to a halt, as the twins were now only slightly thrusting their hips forward and back; their big double-diapered bottoms bunched up in their little saddles. "I think they're ready for beddie-bye," Chrissie said as the phone rang. "Put the twins in their crib, Jessie, I'll see who this is." One by one, the girl lifted each from his rocking horse, and carried him over to the crib, patting his bottom as he slung his arms around her neck. Once on their hands and knees in the crib, the big baby six year-olds laid down with their knees raised; their upturned butts resting on their heels. Jessica was fawning over them when Chrissie entered the room. "To make a long story short, Kate's gotta go outta town for the weekend...I told her I'd babysit the twins, and that you were here...� �Yes! yes!" Jessica exclaimed, "I'd...� �Good!" Chrissie interrupted, "help me get this grate on top the crib. We can look at the twins' baby pictures...I'll order some pizza." When morning arrived, Chrissie found the boys laying opposite each other in the crib, at a diagonal; both laughing with their thumbs in their mouths, trying to see who could push harder with the bottoms of their feet pressed against each other. As they kicked their legs back and forth, Chrissie could see by the size of their diapers between their legs that both were very wet babies indeed. "Where's Mommie?" Sammy asked, taking his thumb out of his mouth; surprised to see Chrissie first thing in the morning. She could tell that he was disappointed, and explained the whereabouts of his Mommie, telling him that she and Jessica would babysit them for the weekend. "It's Saturday?--yay!--no school!" Sammy exclaimed as he pounded Alec's upturned foot with his heel. The twins resumed kicking their legs at each other while Chrissie unfastened the grate. Just then Jessica entered the nursery; bleary- eyed, as if she'd spent a restless night on the couch. "And how are my baby buckaroos doing this morning?" she doted, helping Chrissie remove the grate. "Wet!" said Chrissie, "very wet! C'mon" she said to the boys, "let's get you out of those wet diapers." Both girls lifted the twins from their crib and sprawled them on their mats. The boys, again sucking their thumbs, spread their legs wide apart while each girl unsnapped the crotches of their baby-suits. Both boys were soon stripped of their soaked diapers, and were stood upright; had their baby-suits pulled up over their heads and arms, and sent to the bathroom with little smacks on their bottoms. "You give them a bath while I fix breakfast, and be quick about it!� �Right you are!" said Jessica, following the hopping twins down the hall. "Here comes 'Miss Piggy'" she said in a deep voice, "I want my little piggys!" This sent both boys darting down the hall, squealing with laughter. Jessica drew their bath and, not knowing any better, dumped far too much of the bubble powder in the tub, making it fill up with a sea of bubbles, all the way up to the twins' shoulders. This, of course, was tremendous fun for the boys, who scooped up handfuls of bubbles and blew them at Jessica, landing little clouds of bubbles all over her head and shoulders, and shrieking with laughter. Chrissie heard all this from the kitchen, where she was just simmering the twins' oatmeal. She decided to go upstairs and speed things along, and couldn't contain her laughter at the sight of the twins, wearing big bubble moustaches and sideburns, and Jessica's nose resembling a witch's beak of bubbles. "C'mon, Jessie," she said laughing, "let's get them diapered for breakfast." The boys were dried off and marched down the hall, each with the backs of their hands on their bottoms. "On your tummies, babies," Chrissie said in the nursery, "let's get those butts up." Both boys obediently raised their knees, almost assuming their normal sleeping position. This time, the girls used the baby salve, liberally coating their upturned bottoms and around their little pee-pees. "My!" Jessica said, "how firm this one gets!� �I think these two stay firm most of the time!" Chrissie laughed, "let's put them in their Pampers for now. It'll be easier to change their poopy bottoms after they've had their baby formulas.
Chapter 9 Chrissie gave Alec a little smack on his slippery bare bottom and had him roll over on his back. When she unfolded the Pamper and slipped the back under his butt, Alec, usually the "quiet one", blurted out: "These...are my school diapers. You said...� �I know, honey," she said, "but we'll make an exception this time. Mommy's out of town and I'm in charge now." She then stuck a pacifier in his mouth, and taped the diaper tightly in place. "I think that's enough baby salve, Jessie...you aren't 'gluing' the diaper on him, you know!" she laughed. Indeed, once the twins were stood upright, their diapers clung to their backsides, with the padded bottoms creased in between their butt cheeks. The boys had their white T-shirts slipped on, but were left barefoot, and each girl carried a twin on piggy-back, bouncing them up and down in their slippery diapers. "Jessie, I gotta show you the costumes Kate got her babies for Halloween. They're a scream! They can wear them while having their breakfast." The twins were seated in their highchairs, and given their baby formulas. Chrissie brought out two flat packages that read: "Baby- Be-A-Pumpkin". "Baby pumpkins!...that's so cute!" Jessica exclaimed, tearing open one of the packages. The costumes consisted of a wide orange bib, with a smiling jack-o- lantern printed in black on its front. The other part was a little orange cap, made to look like the top of a carved pumpkin; and an elastic chin-strap. The baby pumpkin twins didn't need mirrors to see what they looked like; they need only look at each other. "Trick-or- treat!" cried Sammy, kicking his bare feet, and dribbling formula down onto his new bib. "Kate's gonna have them out trick-or-treating like that?" Jessica asked. "Oh, no!" said Chrissie, "her precious baby boys aren't allowed any candy...she says it rots their teeth. These costumes are for the school party..." Just then, Maggie walked in with Megan. "Pumpkin babies! That's a riot!" Maggie cried, bursting into laughter. "Where's Mom?...and...who's this?" she asked, looking at Jessica. Chrissie explained that her friend Jessie was helping her babysit the twins while her Mother was away for the weekend. "Again?" cried Maggie, "that means I'll have to wash all those diapers by myself!� �Megan can help you...can't she?" Chrissie asked, "And why are you two so gussied up?� �We wanted to play 'grown-up', and take our babies...I mean, Sammy and Alec to the park in their strollers...or...in their baby carriages." "I don't know," said Chrissie, "there are at least two loads of diapers to wash, not to mention all their other clothes...we'll see." Chapter 10 An aside: Maggie hadn't told Chrissie that only a few months earlier, Kate had expressly forbidden her and Megan taking the twins to the park in their baby buggys. This was after the girls thought it would be fun to see which twin could first reach the bottom of a long, rolling grassy hill. At the "starting line", they'd simply let go of the baby carriages, which gradually picked up speed down the bumpy slope, bouncing the boys up and down; their buggies becoming almost airborne at times; eventually colliding with each other and then overturning, sending the twins tumbling further down the hill, clad only in their T-shirts and diapers. Maggie shot off down the hill, thinking: "Oh boy, I'll never hear the end of this if they're hurt!� �Boys! are you okay?" she yelled frantically. Alec stood up, a little wobbly, his elbows and knees skinned up, and spitting grass and dirt from his mouth. "Oh thank God!" Maggie thought, "Sammy, are you okay, dear?" Sammy lay on his back, his arms turned upward on the ground and legs spread apart like a lifeless baby-doll; with Maggie almost in tears, stooping over him and gently shaking his shoulders. Sammy flashed his eyes and replied: "That was fun! Can we do it again?" The hilltop was lined with boys, some of whom taunted: "Look at her big baby boys!� �Hey, diaper-twins, did you poo-poo your potty-pants?" This incident is mentioned here because it then became widely known among the neighborhood boys that Kate's six year-old twins were treated just like two year-olds, and kept in their diapers around the clock. This stirred up some envy in at least one of them, an eight year-old named Tommy. But more on him later.