Premie Twins

Summary: Twin six year-olds are kept as babies.

Chapter 21

Chrissie whipped up the twins' baby formula as usual, but still felt 
bothered by her birthday-boy's "accident"--not so much that he had gone 
"poo-poo" in his diaper, but more so that it looked and smelled nothing 
like her two other big babies', and, not wanting to give him an enema 
(just yet), she thought: "I'm just gonna have to clean him inside, 
too," and prepared a special baby formula for Tommy;--adding aloe vera 
juice (a potent laxative), probiotic powder (billions of friendly 
bacteria), and slippery elm powder (a gummy substance).

"This oughta do it," she thought.

Once Sammy and Alec were in their highchairs and wearing bibs, she 
served up home-made oatmeal cookies along with their baby bottles of 
formula. Tommy, now assembling Tinker Toys on the floor, awaited his 
serving, and, needless to say, blushed when Chrissie asked Jessica to 
feed him his milk-shake, only this time from a baby bottle.

"You can have your cookies later, sweet-pea," Chrissie said, "first 
drink your ba-ba. Up you go!"

Jessica cradled Tommy in her arms, pressing his cheek against her 
breast while he nursed the bottle. "How is it, sweetie?" she asked. 
Tommy raised his eyes as if to nod, feeling like a true "born again" 
baby boy at that point.

In this blissful state, he scarcely paid attention to what was going on 
around him. Maggie and Megan had fished one of the twins' old 
highchairs out of the garage, and were wiping it down with dust rags. 
Chrissie, who was baking a pumpkin pie, tacked up a HAPPY BIRTHDAY 
garland on the wall.

The twins, having finished their bottles, were jumping around; laughing 
as they batted balloons about the room, prompting Chrissie to usher 
them out back.

After Tommy drained his bottle, he fell into a kind of sleep-waking 
state (with Jessica holding him up with her hand under his butt, and 
patting him on the back while his head rested on her shoulder), and 
failed to even notice Maggie and Megan banging around as they hoisted a 
folded baby crib up the stairs, followed by Chrissie carrying its 
plastic covered mattress.

The twins had managed to pop their balloons, and were crawling around 
in their sandbox, loading sand into their Tonka trucks and sitting down 
occasionally to dump their loads. "Those are cool!" said Tommy, wide-
eyed at the array of toy vehicles scattered about the large sandbox. 
"This one's yours" said Sammy, taking his pacifier from his mouth, 
pointing to a big yellow truck, and nudging Alec. "Happy Birthday, 
Tommy!" they both cried.

"Isn't that sweet," Chrissie said to Jessica, watching all this from 
the kitchen window, "it was their own idea, especially Sammy's...there 
goes Tommy, sucking his thumb again!" Chrissie went out back: "Tommy! 
what did I tell you about sucking you thumb?" she asked, slipping a 
pacifier in his mouth. "Your din-din will be ready in a few minutes."

Tommy felt the urge to pee, and he knew it was useless to try and hold 
it back, and soon felt a completely novel sensation of warm pee soaking 
the front of his cloth diapers, which gradually expanded between his 
legs, having him spread them even wider as he sat on the sand.

"Okay, let's eat, boys!" called Chrissie, "Jessie, brush the sand off 
of them before they come in." Jessica began with Tommy, brushing the 
sand from the seat of the overalls and between his legs (noticing his 
diapers felt a little heavier than before), then smoothed her hands 
down each leg.

She followed with Sammy and then Alec, who were both obviously wet as 
well. When she asked them all to sit on the deck so she could do their 
feet, she was met with a chorus of "No-s!" and the three went scurrying 
into the house, giggling.

"Wow!" said Tommy, bug-eyed, seeing the dining room all decorated with 
balloons. He only then spotted the third highchair, no smaller than the 
others; its white paint chipped up, but decorated with curly white 
ribbons, and situated between the others.

"Happy Birthday! Tommy!" they all cried. "Maggie, Megan, Jessie, get 
the boys in their highchairs and put on their bibs, I'll get their 
plates."

Chrissie served each a turkey hot dog on a wheat bun, slices of pumpkin 
pie, and sides of peas, smothered in butter. Tommy and Sammy began with 
the pie, shoveling bites into their mouths with plastic spoons. Alec 
held his hot dog (minus the bun), and Jessica thought he had the 
"darling" habit of closing his eyes before taking a bite.

The girls stood around in the kitchen, munching on chips and dip, with 
Chrissie turning the muffins in the oven. "Oh, Jessie," Chrissie said, 
"give the boys some root beer in their sippy cups...I know it keeps 
them up, but this is a special occasion." Jessica took out a sippy cup 
and gave it to Tommy, who had devoured most of the pie filling, and, 
like Alec, was holding his hot dog (minus the bun), and dipping it in 
pea-butter before he took a bite.

"Here's one for the birthday boy," she said, wiping the pumpkin smears 
from his mouth with his bib. "Yum! root beer!" he said, after taking a 
sip. "Oh boy! root beer!" cried Sammy, kicking his legs while holding a 
pea. Sammy would toss a pea in the air and try to catch it in his 
mouth, as if it were popcorn. Tommy thought this was funny, and began 
flipping peas at him with his plastic spoon, seeing if he could land 
one in his mouth.

Jessica returned to see a pea bounce off his Sammy's cheek, and, trying 
not to laugh, used her syrupy tone of voice: "Tommy, dearest, don't 
play with your food, or else 'Miss'...Aha! she said, changing her tone, 
look at those feet...all of you! I'm coming back with my broom!"

The boys giggled, with Tommy thinking "...with her broom, like she's 
Broom Hilda or somebody." When Jessica returned with the broom, peas 
were flying all over the place, with Sammy and Alec pelting Tommy from 
either side.

"I told you I'd be back," she said, in mock seriousness, now let me see 
those piggys!" The boys squealed when she wiped the sand from their 
feet, with all of them sending more pee into their already pee-soaked 
diapers, kicking their legs under their highchair trays.

Chrissie came into the room: "What's going on, here?" she said, holding 
back a laugh, "what are all these peas doing all over the place. C'mon, 
it's time to light the candles."

Chapter 22

In short, it was the best, if not the only, birthday party Tommy could 
remember. Chrissie had made rasberrt muffins drizzled with melted 
vanilla chips, and brought out eight, arranged in a circle on a serving 
plate; with each having a lit candle on top.

The fun and excitement had Tommy all but forgetting that he was sitting 
in very wet diapers;--his only problem being a number of persistant 
farts which left him feeling as though he was on the verge of dropping 
a load into them.

"...Happy Birthday to you!" they all sang, ending the song; and cheered 
when Tommy blew out the candles. But Tommy had blown out another fart 
at the same time, and this time he felt something hard beginning to 
expand his butt hole. Thankfully, he thought, it wasn't coming out; it 
just stuck there. As uncomfortable as it felt sitting there with his 
butt hole wide open, it was still better, he thought, than sitting 
there in messy diapers.

"Maybe I can hold it," he tried to assure himself. But he knew: it's 
like toothpaste; once it's out of the tube...yet this was if someone 
had forgotten to screw on the cap, and he could feel that what stuck 
out of his butt was hard and dry, so "maybe", he thought, it was 
possible to hold it until he could get to the bathroom. Despite his 
predicament, he was still determined to enjoy his little raspberry 
birthday "cake".

A large color print of a donkey had been push-pinned on the cork-board 
where the twins' crayon drawings were hung, and the birthday boy was 
elected first to try to pin on its tail. Blindfolded and spun around, 
Tommy, having to bend his knees slightly, managed to stab the donkey 
square in the butt. Everyone cheered, and he was declared winner after 
the twins came nowhere close. He wasn't particularly thrilled, however, 
when Chrissie announced his "prize".

"Tommy hasn't had his birthday spanking yet, Jessie, do you want to 
give it to him?" "His spanking? I'll get the brush," laughed Jessica, 
catching sight of the twins making a break for the backdoor. "Whoa, you 
two," said Chrissie, grabbing hold of the loops above their bottoms, "I 
want you to pick up these Tinker Toys before I change those messy 
diapers of yours."

At this point, Tommy would've preferred having messy diapers to the 
ache up in his behind. "Go on, honey," Chrissie said, seeing the pained 
look on Tommy's face, "it's just a 'play' spanking; it won't hurt." He 
thought he'd just have to stand there and take his "spanking", but 
Jessica pulled him over her knee and counted out eight solid "whaps!" 
to his upturned diapered bottom.

She then lifted him up and had him facing her while he straddled her 
leg. "Those were 'love spanks' bee-bee, you know we love you very 
much!" said Jessica, planting a "smooch" on his cheek. "What's the 
matter, honey," asked Chrissie, seeing Tommy's eyes welling up with 
tears, "did you go poo-poo?"

"I...can't," he stammered, "it...won't come out...it's stuck!" Chrissie 
was alarmed: "Jessie, honey, get Maggie to help you change the twins' 
diapers; it's still early;--put them in Pampers, I'm gonna take Tommy 
up to the potty."

Once out of his bibs, Chrissie had Tommy lay on the bathroom rug while 
she unsnapped his rubber pants and unpinned his diapers. She then had 
him stand with his legs apart and bent over with his hands on top of 
the tub. Not the least bit squeamish, she stuck her finger up his butt 
hole and managed to dislodge what seemed to be coming out side-ways, 
eventually holding in her hand what looked and felt like a Butterfinger 
bar.

"It worked!" she thought, "no tellin' how long he's been carrying this 
around inside him!" She plopped it into the twins' potty bowl and sat 
Tommy on its seat. His "Butterfinger" was followed by what looked like 
long Tootsie-Rolls, and then a series of gooey Milk-Duds.

"Gosh!" he exclaimed, finding it hard to imagine what it would've felt 
like in his diapers, "I never went so much in my life!" "It looks like 
it!" Chrissie laughed, "c'mere, honey, let me wipe your butt." "Does 
this mean I get to wear a Pamper now?" Tommy asked, blushing at hearing 
himself ask such a question. "Sure, baby," she laughed, but we're not 
quite finished just yet. I wanna clean you up some more. Now let's see 
that little pee-pee of yours."

Chrissie spread a creamy white baby lotion up and down his "pee-pee", 
which became so stiff, Tommy almost reflexively jerked his hips back 
with a grunt. Chrissie giggled and continued to spread the creamy 
liquid around his groin and over his butt, leaving Tommy looking as 
though he were wearing a thin creamy diaper.

"Let that baby cream sink into your skin, sweetie, it'll help prevent 
diaper rash," she said, pouring some of the lotion into a two-litre 
plastic bucket. "What's that for?" he asked, never having seen a bucket 
with a narrow flexible hose coming out at its base. "You'll see," 
Chrissie laughed, half-filling the bucket with warm water. "Tommy?!" 
she scolded, seeing him in the mirror beginning to suck his thumb. 
"What did I tell you?" she said, sticking a pacifier in his mouth.

Chrissie had Tommy get on his knees with his head on the rug while she 
spread the penetrating cream between his butt cheeks. "Poor baby!" she 
said, "your little butt hole's all red! I'll put a little Vaseline on 
it."

Tommy continued sucking his pacifier in anticipation of his next novel 
sensation, feeling the creamy "diaper" beginning to warm up his 
upturned bare bottom and throbbing little stiffie.

Chapter 23

At length, Tommy was led down the hall, holding up his towel "diaper" 
which Chrissie had folded into a triangle. The twins were on the 
changing mats with their butts in the air, as Megan and Jessica held up 
the boys' legs while dusting their behinds with baby powder. Maggie was 
separating the pins from their messy diapers and burst into laughter 
when she saw Tommy.

"Look! it's Baby Huey!" "Maggie!?" Chrissie said, lowering a brow, "you 
finish diapering Alec...Jessie, honey, Tommy wants to wear a Pamper;--
put him on the bassinet and see if he can still fit into one." "C'mere, 
Tommy," Maggie said, "I wanna give you a hug, sweetums." As she lifted 
him up with a big bear-hug, Tommy felt a little water squirt from his 
butt, before his "diaper" dropped to the floor. It was only then that 
he noticed the other smaller baby crib in the nursery.

"Up we go, baby-cakes!" said Jessica, scooping him up from behind with 
her hand between his legs and arm around his breast. "Poor honey-buns, 
your little bum-hole must be sore after that poo-poo was stuck up in 
there" she said, landing Tommy on his hands and knees atop the 
bassinet.

"Let's have a look," said Jessica, spreading his butt cheeks. "Oh, bee-
bee, it's all red!...let's make sure that doesn't happen again," she 
said, picking up a wad of diaper ointment with her middle finger and 
gently shoving it up his butt. "A little more oughta do it," she said, 
scooping up a bigger wad of salve and sticking it in as far as her 
finger could reach. While she held there, Tommy, whose shoulders were 
now on the bassinet, shuddered as he coughed out his pacifier with a 
grunt.

"There, bee-bee, you should be okay now," she said, putting the 
pacifier back in his mouth. She had him roll over on his back, and 
tried not to make a big do about the size of his stiffie while she 
stroked it with the salve. "I promised Tommy he could play on the 
trampoline," Chrissie said, gathering up the twins' messy diapers. 
"Maggie, honey, would you and Megan mind watching the boys out back 
while I make their bottles?" Chrissie asked. "Can we feed our babies, 
too then?" asked Megan, still wanting to play "Mommy". "Alright, dear," 
laughed Chrissie, "it's still warm out, let them jump around in just 
their Pampers."

Tommy's reality again began to blur. The words of the girls kept 
echoing in his mind. In the span of a few short hours, it was as if 
he's been transformed from an eight year-old who was more or less left 
to fend for himself, to an almost completely dependent toddler baby, 
who sucked a pacifier instead of his thumb, and wore diapers all the 
time, instead of only for bed. In the end, it was the {love}, even more 
than the sensual, that left him wondering if he wanted to, or even 
could, return to his former self.

"Let's have a look, diaperboy," laughed Chrissie, returning with a roll 
of clear mailing tape. "That's what I was afraid of," she said, seeing 
the tapes of the diaper stretched to their breaking point. "This'll 
never hold up on the trampoline...we'll have to get you some bigger 
diapers tomorrow at the mall, but in the mean time..." she paused, 
wrapping the clear tape around the top of his diaper, "...in the mean 
time, Tommy," she continued, feeling the bulge in the front of his 
Pamper, "little 'woody' here better go down, or you're liable to pee 
all over your tummy!"

Jessica giggled, and gave Tommy a pat on the butt, "Let's go sweetie," 
she said, "I wanna a picture of this!" Tommy tip-toed down the hall, 
hearing his Pamper rustling far more than his Goodnights, and Jessica, 
seeing him step gingerly, stooped down and had him ride her, piggy-
back-style down the stairs, which, with the combination of bouncing up 
and down and legs spread about her hips, had him squirting a little 
more water mixed with diaper ointment from his leaky butt.

Chapter 24

"Oh, Chrissie, look at Tommy!" exclaimed Jessica, watching him bouncing 
with the twins from the kitchen window. "He looks so cute in his little 
diaper...can we keep him?" Chrissie laughed: "Jessie, it's not like 
he's some little stray puppy, and I don't know how Kate would feel 
about having another big baby boy to take care of...besides, his own 
Mother might have something to say about it;--'though she didn't bother 
to get him new shoes for his birthday, for pity's sake!"

Tommy was having so much fun on the trampoline, he'd all but forgotten 
about the peep-holes in the fence, or that Cody might be lurking about, 
that is, until he heard a familiar snotty voice: "Tommy's wearing 
potty-pants!" Cody chanted over and over, "I'm gonna tell 
everybody...Tommy's a big baby just like the diaper-twins!"

Tommy's heart sank; he landed on his Pampered butt, thinking: "I'm 
dead, now...they're all gonna make fun of me at school." Chrissie had 
been running the blender, and didn't hear the taunts, but Maggie, who 
was playing cards with Megan on the deck, instantly recognized the 
voice from beyond the fence, as did Sammy, who fell upon Tommy, rolling 
him onto his back in a tight embrace.

"Let's get him!" said Maggie, "you get a pail of water;--I'll get the 
soap." The three boys were now play wrestling on the trampoline, which 
eased Tommy's dread a little, although in the back of his mind, he 
thought: "I don't care what they do to me; I'm never goin' back to that 
school again!"

"Look at them, Chrissie!--they really do love each other; Tommy can be 
my baby if Kate won't keep him!" cried Jessica. "Megan and me'll be 
right back," said Maggie, "we got a little tidyin' up to do." The two 
girls snuck up on Cody, who was still hurling taunts through the peep-
hole.

The other boy ran off when Maggie leveled Cody to the ground and sat on 
his back. "Okay, potty-mouth, get a taste of this!" she said, shoving 
the bar of soap in his mouth. "Pull off his shorts, Megan, let's give 
little Cody here a taste of his own medicine." Megan pulled down his 
khaki's which caught hold of his jockeys, lowering them to just below 
his butt.

"Drench 'em good, and this too," laughed Maggie, dropping a big clod of 
dirt in his underpants. Cody was wailing like a baby while Maggie 
pressed the soap in his mouth, and kicked his legs wildly while Megan 
pulled his shorts from each foot. "Mush his shorts in the dirt, and tie 
'em in a knot!" said Maggie, reversing her position on his back.

"I'm gonna tell!" Cody cried, spitting soap suds from his mouth. "Go 
ahead, little potty-pants!" she laughed, pulling up his jockeys and 
flattening the clay-like ball with a couple swats to his backside. "See 
if I care!--and don't forget your shorts!" Maggie giggled, pitching his 
wadded-up khaki's into the bushes.

"Yr gonna get it!" Cody sniveled, still spitting froth, and the girls 
laughed at the sight of him running up the hill while trying to pull 
his T-shirt down over his mud-caked behind.

Meanwhile, the twins were taking turns trying to balance themselves on 
Tommy's upturned feet, gradually letting go of his outstretched hands 
and wobbling upright for a few seconds before plopping to the 
trampoline on their now drooping diapered bottoms.

Tommy, with his legs pressing upward, squirted what he hoped was the 
last of the watery goo from his butt and into his tight-fitting 
puddling Pamper. "Can we feed our babies yet?" asked Megan, poking her 
head in the back door. "Almost, honey," Chrissie laughed, handing her a 
dish towel, help your babies down from the trampoline and wipe their 
sweaty little bodies."

Chapter 25

"Phew!--one of our babies is a stinky-pooh!" Maggie laughed, pulling 
back the top of one of the twin's diapers. "Not Alec," she said, 
letting the diaper snap back above his butt. "Let's see our little 
Sammy, here..." "Not me!" proclaimed Sammy, while Maggie pulled back 
his diaper. "Oh Sammy, you're always a little stinker!" she laughed, 
giving him a swift pat to his diapered backside.

"That only leaves..." she paused, noticing the tape stretched around 
the top of Tommy's diaper. "It's okay, sweetie," she said, seeing Tommy 
blush while she lifted the puddled Pamper between his legs, "let's get 
Jessie to change her 'bee-bee's' messy diaper."

On the one hand, Tommy was more than happy to get out of his skimpy, 
wet Pamper, but was more than a little surprised when Chrissie asked 
Jessica to put him in his double "beddy-bye" diapers, as if those he'd 
had on earlier weren't enough.

Chrissie was forever fiddling around finding new combinations for her 
boys' bottles, and rummaged through Kate's herbal apothecary, reading 
the labels which she'd stuck on numerous amber jars. She ran across a 
more recent addition which read, "Maca tuber: strength/hair&nails--
neutral". She knew that "neutral" meant it was tasteless, and sampled a 
bit of the powder with her finger, thinking: "My big baby boys had 
better be strong if they have to protect themselves from snot-nosed 
little brats like Cody."

Jessica, meanwhile, after having to use the hair shears to cut loose 
Tommy's diaper, had him over her towelled lap in the bathroom, 
spreading his butt cheeks with her hands while his wedgie pressed 
between her legs. "That looks a lot better now, baby-kins," she said, 
dabbing his butt-hole with aloe vera gel.

"We've got a big day planned for tomorrow;--you're gonna get all sorts 
of suprises..." she laughed, delivering a "smack" to his upturned bare 
behind. "C'mon, birthday-boy, let's get you diapered before I feed you 
your bottle."

At length, Jessica "piggy-backed" Tommy down the stairs in his dozen-
plus diapers and snap-on rubber pants, joining the twins out back, 
cradled in the younger girls' arms, and nursing their bottles in wicker 
rocking-chairs. "Here's Tommy's clean T-shirt, Jessie;--this'll have to 
do until we can get our new baby some jammie's," Chrissie laughed, 
patting Tommy's padded behind.

Ironically, Tommy suddenly felt as though he {was} the "new baby", 
sucking his pacifier and barely able to stand up straight in his bulky 
diapers, compared to the twins, who were now hopping about in their 
little Pampers.

"C,mon, you two," Chrissie said, grabbing hold of the tops of the 
twins' diapers above their rears, "time for your bubble-bath." The 
phone rang. "I'll get it," said Chrissie, "girls, would you mind giving 
your 'babies' their bath?"

Jessica again had Tommy cradled in her arm while he nursed his bottle, 
rocking him back and forth and softly stroking his cheek with the back 
of her hand, lulling him into his blissful sleep-waking state in which 
all his worries at once vanished...

"Jessie, you're not going to believe this..." "Shh!" said Jessica, 
"he's almost asleep." "That was Tommy's Mother," she whispered, "she 
had the nerve to ask if we could keep Tommy for a 'few days' while she 
took off on some 'freedom ride' with her boyfriend.

"She's just a biker chick--all she cares about is ridin' on the back of 
a Harley...and yeah, she said she's bring by his diapers, but I told 
her we'd taken care of that...that the twins wore diapers to bed...(I 
didn't tell her we'd changed his diapers four times already)...I 
couldn't very well say 'no'...I just hope Kate doesn't mind..."

"If she has a problem, I'll take him!" Jessica exclaimed, "my parents 
won't mind, even if I have to skip a little school." "Oh well," 
Chrissie sighed, "no point in worryin' about it now, I can see your big 
baby boy doesn't have a care in the world, at the moment."

Chapter 26

While Chrissie went upstairs to relieve the girls of their diaper duty, 
Jessica continued cooing over her "new baby" boy, who was still nursing 
his bottle, even though she could see from his eyes darting under their 
lids that he had fallen into a dream.

When at last he began sucking bubbles, Jessica raised her blouse and 
nudged her nipple into his mouth. "Here, sugar-plum, this is how much I 
love you...I'm gonna give you everything your biker-bitch Mother never 
gave you...you're my baby now...oh...yes...keep sucking that tit..." 
Jessica panted, tugging at the front of his diapers.

Tommy had indeed fallen into a strange dream: He found himself in a 
darkened cinema, alone, yet surrounded by movie watchers whom he hoped 
wouldn't see that all he was wearing was a T-shirt and diapers. It was 
some bizarre circus flic, with a high-flying acrobat turning frontwards 
and backwards somersaults on a trapeze, and, with each rotation, he 
felt an overwhelming urge to pee, even though he had an unimaginable 
hard-on; 'til at last, he felt the warmth of his diapers swelling up 
between his legs.

"Ow! no biting!" Jessica cried, slapping Tommy on the leg; jarring him 
out of his nightmare. When he partially awakened, he discovered that 
he'd just soaked the front of his diapers, and indeed had a throbbing 
little stiffie. "C'mon, sweetie, I think it's time for baby's bed," she 
said gathering Tommy in her arms and carrying him upstairs.

"I don't want you getting hurt trying to climb out of your crib, so you 
wait for Chrissie to help you, okay, Tommy?--sweetie?--okay?" "Okay," 
he muttered, still half asleep, starting to suck his thumb. "Nuh-uh, 
baby, here's your pacifier."

The girls stayed up well into the night playing penny-euchre (as is 
customary in these parts) and considering the foreseeable future of 
their new baby boy. They all loved him and knew the twins loved having 
him around, and that he, in turn (although bashful at first), didn't 
really mind being treated just like them (which, although it meant more 
diaper duty, made him all that much more endearing).

They all laughed when Maggie described the episode behind the fence 
with Cody, yet Chrissie sensed that the big blabber-mouth would make 
life a living hell for her sensitive little Tommy at school. "We've got 
to keep him now!" she thought, "Kate'll understand."

Tommy had slept...well...like a baby, and upon awakening, thought he 
might still be dreaming when he saw the crib rails on either side, and 
that instead of his Goodnights, he lay spread-eagled on his back 
wearing bulky, wet diapers. "Did she really let me suck her boob?" he 
thought, as if it were a dream. "And what was that about...'I could get 
hurt if I tried to climb out'?"

It would be easy, he thought, and stood up; raised his leg over the 
side-rail at the corner, balanced himself for a moment on top, and, 
facing the crib, swung his other leg around and dropped to his toes. 
The problem was that the bottom of his long T-shirt was caught on the 
corner-post, which pulled his shirt up to just below his shoulders, 
and, barely able to stand up straight, decided it was easier to slip 
out of it from underneath.

"Tommy!" Sammy half whispered, awakened by the rattling of the side-
rails. "Hi...um..." Tommy paused. "Sammy," Sammy replied. "Sammy, what 
do you say we..." he paused again, seeing the grate fixed atop the 
crib. "It must be there so they don't get hurt trying to climb out," he 
thought, and, never having met anything yet which he couldn't take 
apart, easily unfastened the grate at both ends.

"Push it up," Tommy said, seeing the back of the grate was only hooked 
in place. "I'll help you out...you won't fall." This sounded 
"reasonable" to Sammy, although he did remember why it was installed in 
the first place, and the bare-bottom spanking which preceded it. 
"C'mon, Alec" said Tommy, "let's see what we can find to eat," Tommy 
said, after lowering Sammy to his feet. This was enough reason for 
Alec, and soon the three were tip-toeing down the stairs in their wet, 
heavy diapers.

Chapter 27

At length, Chrissie half-woke up, and, hearing that everything was 
unusually quiet in the nursery, rolled over onto her side. Then it 
dawned on her: "They're never this quiet," she thought, "oh 
no...Tommy...they better not be..." Her suspicions were confirmed when 
she first caught sight of Tommy's T-shirt hanging from the corner-post 
of the crib with its sleeves turned inside-out.

She tip-toed down the steps, crept into the kitchen, and had to hold 
back a laugh when she spotted a twin sitting spread-eagled on the floor 
with his eyes closed, holding a peanut butter-dipped banana in his 
mouth (whom she assumed was Alec). The other had his diapered butt 
sticking up while he rummaged around in the refrigerator. Tommy, who 
was standing on the counter-top and facing the kitchen window, had his 
mouth pressed around the nipple on top the upside-down plastic bear-
container of honey.

"Tommy!" she exclaimed (trying to sound serious), causing Sammy to bang 
his the top of his head on a refrigerator shelf, "didn't Jessica asked 
you to stay in your crib 'til I got you out?" Tommy could only let out 
a "glug"; his mouth dripping with honey. "Get down from there right 
now! I guess one birthday spanking wasn't enough," she said, again 
holding back a laugh when she saw Sammy holding the top of his head and 
chocolate syrup on the tip of his nose.

"And you know better, Sammy, and Alec, put down that banana; I'm 
getting the brush." Chrissie lifted the backs of their cowboy baby 
suits and had them tip-toeing to the play-pen, where she deposited them 
on their butts.

"Tommy, you know we all love you very much, but if you're going to be 
staying with us for a while, you've got to follow the rules; now get 
over here," she said, slapping the back of the wide rectangular brush 
in the palm of her hand.

Tommy was, at best, puzzled: "What does she mean: 'for a while'?" he 
thought, "and anyway, birthday spankings don't hurt." Again he thought 
he would just have to stand there and take it, but Chrissie had him 
over her lap, pulled up the top of his rubber pants, and delivered a 
solid "whap" to his upturned padded bottom. "I'm...sorry," he stammered 
between each spank, "I...won't...do it...again!"

Chrissie stood him up, and saw a little tear roll from his eye, but, as 
it happened, Tommy couldn't contain a little giggle. "So you think it's 
funny, do you? Baby must want a real spanking, then," she said, again 
pulling him over her lap, this time yanking his diapers down below his 
butt, and planting a loud "smack" on his powdered behind.

"Ow!" he cried, "I...mean it...I'm...really...sorry!" Chrissie again 
stood him up, and saw that his cheeks were as crimson red as his bare 
bottom. "There, honey," she said, wiping a tear from his eye, "baby's 
learned his lesson now."

Chrissie helped Tommy step out of his diapers, and lifted him into the 
play-pen, where he dropped to his knees and hands. "Here, honey, lay on 
this until we can get some clean diapers on you," said Chrissie, 
spreading a plush white throw-rug under him.

"You're next, 'Buster Brown-nose'!" she said to Sammy. "But Tommy 
said..." he protested. "No 'buts'--you remember what your Mother did 
last time you and your brother snuck out of your crib--but okay, since 
you had help, you and Alec can keep your diapers on this time."

Chapter 28

The twins soon learned what Chrissie meant, when, after being over her 
lap and getting a half-dozen "whaps" on their double-diapered butts--
instead of being changed right away--they found themselves dangling 
their legs in their baby walkers; their bulky, wet diapers allowing 
them to just barely touch the floor with their toes.

Chrissie was making the boys' baby formulas when Jessica popped in the 
front door. "Hi Chrissie, I'm back; I brought 
my...camera...Tommy...where's your diapers? uh-oh," she said, seeing 
Tommy's crimson bare bottom, "somebody's been a naughty baby...but 
don't you look cute on your little white rug!"

Tommy had had his head propped up, resting on his elbows, and crossing 
his upturned feet while he sucked his thumb--and then, felt more than a 
little embarrassed when Jessica snapped his picture, leaving him 
feeling his cheeks turning as red as his stinging butt. "Let me get 
another one, sweetie,--this can be page one of your new baby album," 
she laughed, blinding him again with the flash.

"See, I told you we'd 'put a little color in them cheeks' of yours. 
C'mon, honey-buns, let's get you in some diapers before I feed you your 
bottle," she laughed again, hoisting Tommy up by his shoulders and 
cradling him in her arm as she scooped up his legs with her other arm 
under his knees. Chrissie came from the kitchen holding a bib and a 
baby bottle in each hand. "Hurry it up, Jessie, Tommy's bottle is 
almost ready. We're gonna get these three some new bibs with their 
names on them," Chrissie laughed, "so we don't have to go looking at 
their little butts to tell them apart."

Once up in the bathroom, Jessica spread soothing aloe vera gel over 
Tommy's upturned sore bottom, and dispelled at least some of his 
bewilderment by letting him know that his Mother had asked if he could 
stay here for a "few days" while she took off on a road-trip with her 
biker-buddy. Tommy was even more thrilled when she told him that they 
were going to try and convince Kate to enroll him at the twins' 
school;--a Montessori school where there were no grades, and students 
could work on whatever they wanted to.

This was music to Tommy's ears. "I would {love} a school like that!" he 
exclaimed. "Tommy, you're so sweet. No matter what happens, cupie-
doll," she said, now pressing his cheek to her breast, "I'll always 
take care of you just like my very own baby boy."

Meanwhile, the twins were squirming in their walkers after finishing 
their bottles when Maggie and Megan came thundering down the stairs. 
"Chrissie," Maggie exclaimed, seeing the twins still wearing their 
little cowboy suits, "didn't you change their wet diapers yet?" 
Chrissie entered the room holding a bottle and a bib, with Tommy's 
clean shorts and socks draped over her arm. "Not yet, they're being 
punished for sneaking out of their crib this morning. You can take them 
out of their walkers and let them play out back--might as well wait 
now, until they're messy too," said Chrissie, bounding up the steps.

Megan stooped down and wiped a twin's chin with his bib. "Poor baby," 
she said, cooing like Jessica. "Sammy," Sammy said. "Poor Sammy, has to 
sit in his wet diapers for being naughty," she said, lifting him from 
the walker and then holding him with his head on her shoulder. "C,mon, 
little fella, give me a big burp and then you can go out and play," 
Megan said, patting Sammy's back.

In almost no time, Sammy let out a big "burp" and, like a little baby, 
effortlessly barfed up a little formula mixed with little colored bits 
of cereal. "Maggie!" Megan shrieked, feeling the wetness on her 
shoulder, "Sammy just spit up on me!--my good blouse!" Maggie laughed: 
"That's what babies do! Let's see it." Megan had practically dropped 
Sammy to his feet, and he ended up spread-eagled on the floor.

"What's this?" Maggie puzzled, "orange stars...green clovers...yellow 
moons...Sammy! you got into my Lucky Charms!--how'd you get those down, 
anyway?" "Tommy..." he started to reply. "Well, you know your Mother 
doesn't let you have them--now I can see why."

Upstairs in the nursery, Jessica had Tommy on the bassinet, just now 
snapping the sides of his rubber pants. "Tommy's wearing eight diapers, 
do you suppose that's enough, Chrissie?" Chrissie held up Tommy's 
shorts. "It should be...although...Tommy, honey, does your Mother use a 
clothes dryer?" "We don't have one," he replied through his pacifier. 
"Oh no," Chrissie said, "I may have shrunk your shorts...Jessie, see if 
these still fit him."

Jessica slipped the little shorts up to just above Tommy's knees, 
lifted him off the bassinet, and struggled to get them up over his 
diapers, managing to pull the zippered fly up about halfway (a task 
made even more difficult due to his little stiffie). Chrissie was 
holding Tommy's boxer shorts. "I guess he won't be needing these 
anymore," she laughed, pitching the shorts in the hamper. "What do you 
think, Jessie, are they going to fit?"

Jessica was tugging in vain at the top waist button, having Tommy suck 
in his tummy. "I don't know, Chrissie, they might stay up; they're real 
tight around his bottom anyway, as long as you don't bend over, sweet-
cakes," Jessica laughed, patting Tommy's butt.

Chapter 29

It was finally decided to use a couple diaper pins to hold together the 
top of Tommy's fly, which not only increased the tightness of his 
diapers up between his legs, it strangely left him feeling even more 
like a helpless little toddler baby. He caught an over-the-shoulder 
glance of himself in the mirror and saw that his T-shirt covered all 
but the very bottom of his bulging backside, and that the legs of his 
shorts now looked to be about half as long as before.

"Here, honey, this'll help keep these shorts up," said Chrissie, while 
double-cuffing the bottoms of the legs, which now gave the appearance 
of him wearing baby romper pants. "You'll probably need your diapers 
changed before we leave, but let's see if these'll hold up before we go 
to the mall, and get you some brand [here she gave him a swift pat on 
the behind] spanking new clothes."

Maggie and Megan came into the nursery walking the twins on their toes 
while they held up the backs of their baby suits.

"Where do you want these two stink-butts, Chrissie?" Maggie asked.

"Sammy spit up my Lucky Charms all over Megan's shoulder!"

Chrissie tried not to burst out laughing: "Take them in the bathroom, 
dear; they're probably due for a cleaning out...they're already being 
punished, anyway...and oh...Maggie, honey, now that Tommy's staying 
with us, we're gonna need lots of extra clean diapers, would you mind 
throwing in another load of dirty diapers in the washer? Jessie, it's 
such a nice morning, why don't you feed Tommy his bottle on the deck 
rocker?"

Jessica nearly swooned, "Ah...the rocker...yes...c'mon, sweetie," she 
said, taking Tommy by the hand. The twins knew exactly what was up when 
they saw Chrissie getting down the bucket with the hose attached--Mommy 
had their little insides flushed out every few months or so.

"You're first, leprechaun-breath; you know the drill, get your butt 
up," she said to Sammy, poking Vaseline up inside his tight little 
butt-hole.

At length, Maggie started banging on the bathroom door. "Hurry up in 
there, Chrissie, we both gotta go...bad!" When Chrissie swung open the 
door, Maggie nearly peed her pants laughing at the sight of the twins 
wearing triangulated white towel "diapers", which were both pinned up 
in the front.

"Now it's Duey and Louie!" she ejaculated. "They're all yours, girls--
better get them in their real diapers--quick;--I'll get their clothes 
from the dryer." After she'd finished on the pot, Megan took "her baby" 
to the nursery, having Sammy again walking on his toes while she pulled 
up the back of the terry-cloth diaper.

"Baby's gonna get his little butt diapered good, this time...but 
first..." she said, pulling Sammy over her lap on the changing mat, 
"...but first, because you've been such a naughty boy...baby's gonna 
get his little butt spanked." Sammy knew that Megan was always playing 
"pretend", but was more than a little surprised when she started giving 
him a series of loud "smacks" on his bare bottom.

"Ow! that hurts!" he cried, spitting out his pacifier, "Ow!" Wriggle as 
he might, he found it impossible to squirm off her lap. The "smacks", 
however, suddenly came to a halt when Megan began to feel something 
warm spreading over her lap. "Sammy!" she shrieked, "you just peed all 
over my good jeans! How could you?!" she exclaimed, rolling Sammy over 
on her legs, onto which he squirted out the remaining water in his 
butt. "Now I have to change everything!"

Chapter 30

Meanwhile, after Tommy had drained his bottle, Jessica continued 
cradling him in the rocking chair, and once again pressed her nipple 
between his lips. "Remember last night, honey-pie?" she cooed, "You 
were such a good little baby."

As he began sucking, feeling her nipple becoming as hard as his little 
wedgie, he recalled: "It wasn't a dream...then...she really did let 
me..." He again became as if mesmerized, falling into a half-sleep. 
This time he found himself being walked to the back seat of a city bus.

Jessica was holding him up by the fastened snaps of an enormous pair of 
pale blue denim bib overalls;--which had little if any legs, but the 
back and the bib rose way up above his head, as if it were an over-
sized baby sling-type carrier. When he climbed onto the seat, Maggie 
(or Megan) noticed that the seat of his pants were covered with a 
slimey, brownish goo.

"He'd better not sit..." Maggie (or Megan) said; but by then it was too 
late: he'd already sat down, smearing the mess on the bus seat. Jessica 
(or Chrissie) stood him up and lowered the overalls below his diapers, 
and saw that the mess had squished out between his legs and coated the 
bottom of his rubber pants.

"We can't take him to the mall like this..." one of the girls said.

"Jessie!" Chrissie exclaimed, seeing Tommy's mouth wrapped around her 
friend's nipple. "Ow! I said 'no biting'!" Jessica cried, gently 
slapping Tommy's cheek and jarring him from his dream-state.

"C'mon, let's get going," said Chrissie, "the twins are about 
ready...I'll call Mr. Magoo and have him put another baby car seat in 
his cab." Chrissie was certain that Tommy would soon need his messy 
diapers changed, since she's made his baby formula as before; with a 
little Cascara Sagrada (a mild stimulant laxative) thrown in for good 
measure.

While Megan sulked over having to wear her baggy sweats to the mall, 
Maggie finished putting the twins in their "Sunday" diapers, or three 
more than their usual half-dozen, since they typically went on an 
outing for the afternoon;-- the twins' favorite being riding the ponies 
at the Reins of Life campground for "special needs" children, to which 
Kate was a heavy donor.

Chrissie had found their tan shorts, which closely matched those of 
Tommy's, and like his, were double-cuffed to hold their diapers snugly 
in place. Their white T-shirts were allowed to hang out, covering about 
half of their padded bottoms;--and when the three boys were finally 
seated at the little backyard picnic table, it was indeed difficult to 
tell them apart.

Chrissie brought out three bananas, a bunch of grapes, and three bibs. 
"No 'food-fights', you three," said Chriisie, or babys'll find 
themselves strapped in their high-chairs 'til Mr. Magoo gets here."

Tommy (who'd soaked his diapers while sleep-waking) found it more 
comfortable to kneel at the table, and after Chrissie tied on his bib, 
she lifted up the bottom of his spongy diapers. "Be sure to let me know 
when you need changed, honey-buns, we can't take you to the mall in 
messy diapers."