WHO IS STILL A BABY

(From Who's The Baby)

Summary: Teenage boy has been turned in to a baby by his family and he 
likes it.

	My name is Donny. I am 14, almost 15 years old I am the size of a 
small eight year old. They told mom I was no longer allowed to stay at 
the daycare and she would have to find other arrangements within two 
weeks. I have two younger brothers that take care of me when mom is 
busy doing housework. They change my diaper and hold my bottle, feed me 
in my highchair and make sure I stay in my playpen or crib. I was 
turned into a baby all because three years ago I started to have potty 
accidents. At first mom just ignored my wet and messy pants until the 
doctor told her there was nothing wrong with me that I need to wear 
protection.
	I was book smart graduating from High School at the age of eleven 
and a half. Taking the ACT test and placed at the top 10% and could go 
to any college I wanted. I thought I was too big to be diapered and 
could get away with anything I wanted to. I thought mom could not do 
anything about it. Besides, I had a very small bladder and could only 
hold my pee for about a half hour if I drank normally.
	Within two weeks I found myself at mom's work diapered, playing 
in the nursery ward of the hospital with babies. I thought it would be 
fun at first because no one made fun of me and I could play on toys I 
would normally not be allowed to play on. The first day was fun until I 
was in the playpen with no way that I could get out dressed in a baby-
style playsuit I could remove needing to poop. I had not pooped in my 
diaper in six months and did not like to poop but I ended up pooping in 
my first diaper in six months.
	After my diaper change they put me in a crib just like the one I 
sleep in at home. This crib had a top so I could not climb out just 
like home. But this one I could reach the release so I waited until 
everyone left the room to get out. When everyone was gone I grabbed the 
release but I could not work it my hand was not big enough. So I had to 
take a nap like all the other babies.
	I woke up to a nurse changing my wet diaper because I had wet my 
bed during my nap. My new life as a toddler has started and mom saw to 
it that I had to continue to be treated just like the other babies with 
no rights the act my real age because I keep wetting my pants. She told 
me if I wanted to have big boy rights I need to start using the potty, 
not my pants. But I keep forgetting to hold my pee because I need to 
pee all the time.
	Six weeks after I started to go to the hospital with mom and stay 
with the babies I have started to act more like them every day sucking 
a pacifier or baby bottle, being fed in a highchair, playing in a 
playpen or where ever the nurses put me.
	Mom had tests done on me to find out there was nothing that is 
wrong with me that being potty trained would not help. She potty 
trained me at the age of eighteen months old. I have been home-schooled 
since when I went to kindergarten I had many pants wetting accidents 
and the school told mom until I was better at using the potty I should 
stay home. From that time mom home schooled me allowing me to use the 
potty every time I needed to. Mom taught school before she was a nurse 
at the children's hospital.
	When she was at work I spent time at daycare with toddler age 
kids I did not mind, it was fun playing with toddler toys even if I 
looked like I was six or seven-years-old. When Timmy my brother was 
born mom let him potty train him self instead of pushing him to be 
older like she did me. When he finally became potty trained at the age 
of four he could hold his potty needs like an adult. Unlike me I could 
only hold my bathroom needs for only 20 or 30 minutes. I was potty 
trained as long as there was a potty close by.
	When I was nine years old Bobby was born and Timmy was three 
years old, I had just stopped wetting my bed at night and mom put Timmy 
in my old youth bed that had a crib mattress. I was very small for a 
nine year old and could easily sleep in a baby crib. But mom bought me 
a new big boy bed to sleep in since I stopped wetting at night.
	My big little boy status lasted until I turned twelve and I 
started to wet my bed again. Mom punished me like I was two-years-old 
and diapered me at night. This was the same time Bobby was getting 
potty trained. So mom brought home a special crib home from the 
hospital that had a top to keep me in when she put me to bed. I have 
slept in the crib every night.
	When I turned fourteen I was still going to daycare with babies 
and treated just like a baby because I was not potty-trained good 
enough to be out of diapers. Now that I am fourteen mom started to take 
me to work with her so she could have test run on me get me potty 
trained. I had to be with the toddlers because of my size and potty 
ability. I was an equal to all the toddlers just like at daycare. I was 
being fed in a highchair, taking a nap in a crib, playing in a playpen 
and playroom.
	After eight weeks of tests and study they found I had very little 
ability to hold my pee and little control over my bowels. So they 
started to train me to change my own diaper and take care off my own 
clothes. I still liked to play with the babies because of my size and 
social status. I do not act my age I do not know how my, brothers were 
my baby sitters not allowing me any freedom even if I could change my 
own diaper they would not let me do it myself.
	They would lock me in my crib at night when mom was not looking 
and make me drink from a baby bottle and keep me just like I always 
have been for the last three years. Mom did not know about them making 
me be a baby and I did not tell her because I was afraid of what they 
would do to me.
	We lived out in the country with no other kids to play with so my 
brothers liked to have a baby brother to boss around. Since I was 
socially a two-year-old mom could not leave me at home so I continued 
to stay at the Hospital in the nursery ward with the toddlers so I 
would not get teased so much. Sometimes there would me a kid that would 
be two-years-old potty trained. That kid would tease me calling me 
little diaper baby or pee baby. I could do nothing but cry earning a 
pacifier in my mouth. While I was with the toddlers my brothers were at 
daycare learning to be big boys.
	I have fun playing with the toddler toys forgetting to change my 
diaper letting the nurses change me. They would diaper and feed me like 
all the other kids I don't care. My life as a toddler started and mom 
was happy keeping me a toddler. Test done on me confirmed that I was 
full-grown and would not get any bigger. I was 44" tall and weighed 50 
pounds size 6 diapers fit me just right and I wore size 6 boys' 
clothes. Mom modified my pants and over-alls with snaps in the crotch.
	My brothers were so good at taking care of me that even though 
Timmy was only nine-years-old he was more like a twelve or thirteen 
year old. He could cook food wash clothes take care of emergencies of 
all kinds. He knew when to call 911 and when to just use a band-aid. 
Mom would let him baby-sit my younger brother and me for a few hours 
while she did the shopping.
	Since I was so small it was easy for Timmy to put me in a 
highchair or playpen and even my crib. When mom would me away shopping 
I would be put in my crib or playpen while my brothers played with big 
boy toys. I did not care since I like to play with toddler toys and 
they hated them it could play with my toys in my crib or playpen and 
they could play with their toys. So my life as an adult baby is almost 
complete except I have three more years of practice to go maybe by then 
I can get it right.