Summary: A twelve-year-old babies his younger brothers and has a bed 
wetting accident himself twice and looses his big boy status.

WHO'S THE BABY NOW

	My name is Donny. It was October 15, the year I turned 12 on 
November 22. I have two brothers Timmy age 5 and Bobby age 2 ½, almost 
3. Timmy was potty trained but still wet the bed every night so he 
still wore diapers and slept in a large crib. Bobby was still a baby 
and needed diapers all the time he still ate in a highchair and slept 
in a baby crib because that is what babies do. I was very small for a 
12 year-old, not four foot tall yet and under 50 pounds. Timmy was 5 
and just 3 inches shorter than me but 10 pounds heavier. Bobby was 6 
inches shorter and 5 pounds lighter. I did not go to regular school 
because I was taking twelfth grade school from a tutor.
	I was their babysitter when mom was not home I was good at 
changing diapers and making my brothers behave. I had to get them ready 
for bed every night bathing them and getting their diapers on and 
putting them in their cribs. Even tough Timmy was heavier than me and 3 
inches shorter he did what I told him to do.
	Timmy had a special crib with a top so he could not get out 
without someone letting him out. It had a release at the floor so the 
one inside the crib could not reach it. Mom bought it from work because 
when Timmy was three he would all the time be getting out at night and 
getting into things. He would do things he should not like turning on 
the stove and trying to fry bacon causing a small fire and trying to 
make a milkshake leaving the house to play outside and many other 
things. Mom works at a hospital in the children's ward. The crib was 
large enough for me to sleep in with plenty of room but I would not 
like it at all.
	Mom made a new rule: if you wet your bed you get your diaper 
changed and must eat breakfast wearing diapers since you have already 
use the potty during the night you don't need to use it again until you 
finished eating your breakfast. After breakfast you must wear Pull-ups 
every day until you have 21 dry nights; that is the rule. After you are 
dry at night then and only then can you get a big bed; until that you 
must sleep in your crib. She did that because Timmy needed something to 
shoot for because he was wetting more than Bobby at night. It was 
working because he has been dry since the rule started.
	I use to wet the bed just six months ago but I stopped just 
before summer; boy, am I glad I don't wet my bed anymore. I can 
remember when I did wet my bed. I had to wear diapers to bed just like 
my brothers but when I got up I removed my own diapers and washed up 
and got dressed. That was the old rule of our house and I was not 
allowed to diaper myself mom was on charge of diapering me.
When I was bedwetting mom set my bedtime to just a half hour after 
Timmy and Bobby. Their bedtime was 8:30 PM, mine was 9:00 PM. When I 
stopped wetting I got out of night diapers. I became a big boy. I could 
go to bed at 10:00 PM on weekdays and 11:00 PM on weekends. Plus, now I 
can be boss of my brothers.
	Mom took a week off work so she could potty train Bobby. That 
would get him to using only night diapers and out of daytime diapers 
and be just like Timmy. I was going to the tutor's house in town when 
Timmy was in full day kindergarten at the town school. She said it 
would help get Bobby trained faster if there were no interruptions. The 
first day mom had Bobby out of diapers wearing just training pants 
around the house. But he still wore night diapers like Timmy. But Timmy 
was starting to stay dry at night and has not wet his bed for a while. 
His calendar has a lot of gold stars.
	The second day mom said Bobby had only one accident all day long. 
Mom told me not to put a diaper on Bobby after his bath but to let him 
put his own training pants on. He has not wet the bed in a few weeks. 
He might need help with his pajamas. She told me Timmy needs diapers 
still, until he can stay dry for three more nights. That way he would 
have his required three weeks dry just like you had to.
	I remember just five months ago I wore diapers to bed because I 
wet the bed. I remember the calendar with the big BLACK "W's" on my wet 
nights and the gold stars on my dry nights. Mom told me if Bobby has 
three weeks of dry training pants he can start sleeping in the bottom 
bunk of our bunk beds. She said that Timmy's calendar has 19 gold stars 
in a row now he has only three more nights.
	Just when we thought Timmy was going to make it Timmy had a wet 
diaper on his last night he failed to get big boy pants so he could get 
out of the crib. So he had to start all over at 0 and he had to get 21 
nights dry to get out of diapers. The following night he cried as I put 
an extra thick night diaper on him, so in went the pacifier. The rule 
is if you cry when you are wearing diapers you have to suck a pacifier 
for the night until 8:00 AM breakfast. If you cry during the day you 
need a pacifier for the rest of the day because only babies cry when 
your feelings are hurt.
	It was a contest to see who would be dry for 21 nights first. 
Bobby was three nights ahead of Timmy. I was happily sleeping in the 
top bunk giggling every night at my baby brothers. I was the one in 
charge of their diapers I told Bobby his training pants are just 
diapers, too. He started to cry so in went the pacifier. He knew better 
than to spit it out as mom was watching. I made Timmy's diapers so 
thick every night he could hardly walk.
	Almost three weeks had gone by. Bobby has remained dry for the 
entire three weeks so tonight he can sleep in the bottom bed of the 
bunk beds. I had the top bed I was the big boy. I could no longer tease 
Bobby about diapers since he was wearing nothing but big boy pants, 
too. Timmy was still in thick diapers and was fair game for teasing but 
it would not be long before is a big boy, too. He has been dry for 19 
nights. He wanted out of his diapers and his special crib. All he has 
to do is be dry two more nights and he gets my top bed and I get a new 
bed. Then his crib will be removed so we can have an all big-boy room, 
no baby's room. I wanted him to fail so bad. I did not really want a 
new bed. I liked teasing Timmy more.
	That night the weather turned cold like winter it was November. I 
think that is what caused me to go back to my baby ways and wet my bed. 
I wet so much that every blanket I had on my bed got soaked. Mom knew 
someone wet the bed as soon as she walked in the room. I was still 
asleep when she woke Bobby thinking he was the wet one. Then she woke 
Timmy. Both were dry, leaving only me to check. She knew that it was me 
so she let both my brothers to get dressed and go to the kitchen for 
breakfast. After they left she helped me down the ladder out of my wet 
bed.
	Mom helped me down the ladder, not letting my brothers see how 
wet my pajamas were they were blue except the big dark wet spot in my 
crotch and butt. Mom put my bed sheets and blankets in a wet pile on 
the floor, leaving a wet plastic sheet on the mattress. Mom said. "Good 
thing the rule is you must have two years dry nights before you can 
remove that plastic sheet. Mom removed my pajamas without my help. When 
I was naked she told me to go take a shower and get dressed for the 
tutor. My brothers did not find out that I had wet my bed, good thing 
for me.
	While I was at the tutor's Timmy was at kindergarten Bobby was at 
daycare mom was at work arranging to get cloth and disposable youth 
diapers and some plastic pants for me. When I was done at the tutor's I 
had to walk across the street to the daycare where I spent the rest of 
the day. I helped out with the little kids changing diapers and helping 
keep the occupied playing. When I got home nothing was said about my 
accident last night. It was Friday I could stay up until 11:00 PM my 
brothers had to go to be at 9:00 PM.
	The next morning mom found that I soaked my bed again just like 
the night before. Mom undressed me again just like yesterday. I took my 
shower and got dressed for my Saturday play day since I had all my 
homework done. My brother still did not know that I had been wetting my 
bed. I played with my brothers all day long no one mentioned my bed-
wetting and I had forgotten about it too.
	That evening I helped mom put Bobby in his highchair and fed him 
while we ate our dinner. Then we had chocolate cake and ice cream.
	We watched TV until 8:30 and I gave my brothers their baths and 
let them put their pajamas after I diapered Timmy in diapers so thick 
since it would be the last time. Mom had to carry Timmy to bed since 
the diapers were too thick for him to walk to bed. Mom told me that I 
needed to take a bath, too. I said, "What about Timmy's crib side? 
Someone needs to put it up for him." She told me to do what she told me 
to do. I knew better than to argue with her so I took a bath, not a 
shower. When I was finished I dried off and wrapped a towel around 
myself and walked to my room.
	Mom grabbed me by the hand a led me to the living room where she 
had diapers all laid out ready for me. I cried to her not to make me 
wear diapers. "I do not want diapers. I am not a baby." Mom said, "The 
rule is if you wet your bed you must wear diapers until you have three 
weeks of sleeping dry. You got away with it one night I thought it was 
just an accident, but two nights in a row is not an accident. You're 
not ready for big boy pants yet. It was not fair that you wet and did 
not get punished the first night. Now you wet two nights in a row this 
is your punishment. You're just a baby now you need to be diapered and 
dressed for bed by someone in charge."
	She pinned a thick diaper on me after she powdered me then she 
put plastic pants over the very thick cloth diapers. Mom followed the 
diapering with a blanket sleeper that zipped up the back and had a snap 
that made it so I could not unzip it. Mom carried me to our room 
dressed in my infantile clothes I looked just like Timmy in his 
diapers.
	When I got there I noticed that Timmy was in my top bunk bed not 
in his crib. Then I knew where I was going to be sleeping and started 
to cry. Mom pinned a pacifier on a string to the front of my sleeper. 
Putting it into my mouth, I knew that I had better suck on it and be 
quiet. I watched as the side of the crib went up locking me in for the 
night it was 9:00 PM. Next thing I knew I had a warm nipple of a baby 
bottle in my mouth it was dark and I figured I had better drink it too.
	The next morning I was awakened by Timmy and Bobby giggling as I 
opened my eyes I saw the empty baby bottle next to me. I sat up just as 
mom walked in the room saying I see my boys are awake. Bobby said, 
"Donny big baby!" Mom said. "Yes, he knows. Donny needs to stop wetting 
his diapers to be a big boy like you don't he?" Timmy said, "Only 
babies wet their pants and that's why they use diapers."
	Mom said, "Let's check Donny's diaper, okay?" Mom let the side of 
my crib down, unzipped my sleeper but she used a zipper that was in the 
crotch. She pulled my feet out of the sleeper feet and pulled the 
sleeper legs up to give her access to my plastic pants and diaper. As 
she pulled my plastic pants down exposing my wet diaper then was the 
first time I realized that I had wet my bed again. She asked Timmy if 
his diaper was wet he said no, so she pulled his pajamas off and 
removed his diaper and told him to get dressed.
	She turned to me and said, "time to change the baby's night 
diaper." Instead of just removing the sleeper and wet diaper and let me 
get dressed she started to clean my diaper area. Then I knew what she 
had planned and started to cry but I still had my pacifier in my mouth. 
As I whimpered mom changed my diaper but this diaper was different. It 
was a youth size disposable. Mom zipped my sleeper closed and took me 
out of my crib. She led me waddling all the way with my diaper 
crinkling.
	Mom put me in Bobby's old highchair and fastened the seat belt 
and put the tray in front of me followed by a bib around my neck. Mom 
then fixed us breakfast while I sat in the highchair when I let my 
pacifier fall out of my mouth to dangle on the string. Mom put it back 
into my mouth and told me I better keep it there or I would be very 
sorry. I was scared the way she said it made me not want to stay quiet. 
So I sat in the highchair and waited to eat my breakfast.
	When mom put a plate of pancakes in front of everyone my brothers 
had a fork to eat with. I did not get a fork. Mom pulled my pacifier 
out of my mouth and started to feed me two jars of baby food just like 
a baby. Tears came to my eyes as I ate what mom fed me. After the baby 
food was gone I had to eat a pancake. I said, "I need a fork!" Mom 
said, "diaper babies don't use a fork; they use their hands, NOW EAT!" 
I began to eat the pancake with my hands, making a big mess of my face 
bib and tray just like a baby.
	After I was finished mom washed my face and hands and held a 
bottle for me that I started to suck as soon as it touched my lips. I 
needed to pee badly. Mom said I could not get out of the highchair 
until I finished my bottle. It was taking so long to suck all the milk 
from the bottle but it was only three or four minutes. You know when 
you have to pee and try to hold it until you get to the potty time 
seams to drag on. Within three minutes I was wetting my diaper 
uncontrollably. I just sat in the highchair trying to finish the bottle 
that mom held in my mouth.
	When I finished the bottle mom put my pacifier back in to my 
mouth and released me from the highchair and led me to our room. Mom 
told Timmy to help Bobby to get dressed while she changed my wet diaper 
and got me dressed, too. When mom had all my clothes off she wiped my 
bottom with a baby wipe and put another diaper on me, telling me potty 
rules are for me, too, and since I wet my diaper while I ate breakfast 
I needed diapers until I learned how to hold my pee like a big boy. Mom 
dressed me in a T-shirt that snapped at the bottom and overalls with 
snaps in the crotch that I did not see.
	My brothers dressed themselves and went to the playroom before 
mom was finished dressing me. When mom finished with me she let me get 
off the changing mat to go play, too. On my way to play I looked in the 
mirror to see what I looked like I got mad and spit out my pacifier and 
started to remove my baby clothes, yelling and screaming at mom, that I 
was not a baby, that I am not going to wear baby stuff, and she can't 
make me.
	Mom let me get as far as removing my diaper when she grabbed me 
and put me over her knee and spanked my bare bottom for ten minutes. I 
was crying so hard because my bare bottom was on fire. Mom put my 
pacifier back into my mouth and I started to suck right away. I watched 
her put a new diaper on my bottom and redress me in my baby clothes. 
She told me if I ever touch my diaper again I would get another 
spanking. She told me to go play with my brothers and keep my pacifier 
in my mouth.
	I pouted and whimpered as I waddled out the door of our room like 
a toddler that had just been punished. I walked like I had my pants 
full of poop because of the thickness of my diaper. My brothers were 
playing and did not even say anything about my thick diapers when I 
started to play with them. We had fun for about a half hour when I felt 
the need to pee. I was afraid to go to the potty because I would have 
to touch my diaper and I did not want to ask mom to take it off so I 
could pee in the potty. So I waited another ten minutes when pee flowed 
in to my diaper. It felt so warm and good this time I don't remember a 
feeling so good before.
	I continued to play and forgot about my wet diaper after and 
after a few minutes I could not tell I was wet. We played for another 
hour when I need to pee again so I just peed and did not even stop 
playing, so no one knew what I was doing. Soon I needed to pee again. I 
wet almost without thinking this time but my diaper started to leak, 
making my overalls wet on my seat for everyone to see. I could not tell 
how wet I was until I stood up. Then my diaper felt like it weighed 50 
pounds. My brothers both saw how my wet pants and yelled for mom. It 
was only 10:00 AM.
	Mom came in and saw me standing there sucking my pacifier. Mom 
said to come over to her. I walked over to her and she done something 
to me she has not done in a long time, she hugged me, telling me she 
will make it all better. She led me to the corner of the playroom where 
the changing table was. With one motion I was laying on my back with a 
strap around my chest. Mom gave me a bottle to suck while she changed 
my wet diaper and removed my wet overalls. It was warm so mom told me 
that this all babies wear when it is warm.
	I was not done with my bottle, so mom told me to finish it while 
I played with my brothers. I walked over to where my brothers were 
playing and sat down sucking my bottle. Just before I finished my 
bottle my diaper got warm again. I felt so good to have a warm diaper. 
It was 11:30 AM when Bobby jumped up and said he need to go potty. Him 
just being potty trained, he ran out of the room to the potty. Timmy 
giggled and said to me, "babies need to pee a lot. I can hold my pee 
for a long time so me a big boy, not a baby." Then he looked at me and 
said, "but you're just a diaper baby. You can't hold your pee like me."
I thought for a minute that was the first time Bobby need to pee since 
before breakfast. Timmy still had not gone potty since the same time 
they both peed when they got out of bed. Now I forgot how many times I 
wet my diaper since I got out of bed. I lost count and I did not care. 
I was mad at mom for making me wear diapers. But the more I thought 
about how many times I peed the more I needed to pee.
	My bottle was finished. When Bobby returned and he put my 
pacifier in my mouth to keep me quiet. I did not what him to call mom 
so I started to suck it. He put my empty bottle on a table and we 
started to play. We played until mom called us to lunch. That was when 
Timmy went to the potty, just before we washed our hands. He peed for 
so long he was peeing before I started to wash my hands and had 
finished washing and drying my hands before he finished his pee.
	When I walked into the kitchen mom put me in the highchair again. 
Mom removed my pacifier. I forgot I was sucking and started to feed me 
baby food. When she started to feed me the second jar of baby food I 
felt the need to poop come to me very fast. I started to squirm a lot 
but every time I opened my mouth to tell mom my need she put a spoon 
full of food in my mouth. I tried to spit the food out but mom was 
ready and had the spoon back in my mouth. I was squirming and trying to 
talk but mom kept putting the spoon in my mouth. My face and bib had 
food all over them I look like a one-year-old being fed.
	Then it happened. I earned diapers for at least three weeks all 
because I put a big mess of poop in my diaper just like a baby. The 
rule is if you poop in a diaper you stay diapered for three weeks then 
if mom thinks you are ready you get potty trained again. After lunch 
mom changed my wet and messy diaper in our bedroom, I don't remember 
wetting. It must have happened when I messed.
	Mom told me it was naptime as she put me in the crib. I waited 
until mom left the room when I tried to get out of the crib. The crib 
was a hospital style made so even big kids could not get out of it but 
I still tried. One half hour later I got tired and fell asleep sucking 
my bottle mom left for me.
	When mom woke me up two hours later my diaper was soaked and I 
still had my pacifier in my mouth. I let my pacifier fall out of my 
mouth to talk to mom but she put it back, telling me what would happen 
if it fell out again. I spit it out crying and yelling I was not a 
baby, that I will not be babied any more. Mom had me bare-bottomed over 
her knee spanking me so hard I thought I was going to die.
	After my spanking mom put my pacifier in my mouth and held it 
there for a few minutes until I stopped crying and started to suck on 
it. It felt so relaxing to suck my pacifier now after almost two days 
of having it in my mouth. Mom continued to diaper me just like she did 
Bobby last week. My brothers took their naps on the couch since they 
did not wet when they slept like I did.
	Mom sent me to play wearing only my youth Attends that were so 
loose even with the side taps overlapping. Mom said when I run out of 
the Attends she would get me size 6 diapers since they would fit 
better. My brothers and I played until dinnertime, me needing three 
more diaper changes and at that rate I would run out of the Attends 
tomorrow.
	I again ate my meal in the highchair. This time I just sat there 
and wet and messed my diaper while mom fed me baby food. Within less 
than two days I had learned to be a baby and not care about going to 
the potty. I had diapers to take care of that. When I finished my meal 
mom asked Timmy if he wanted to help change baby Donny's diaper. He 
said, "Okay."
	I found myself lying on my back on a changing mat in the living 
room getting my diaper changed by my mom and five-year-old brother 
Timmy. Bobby helped too, by handing Timmy the wipes, powder, and 
diapers. When they were finished mom put me in the playpen so she would 
not have to watch me all the time. The playpen sides were just high 
enough that I could not climb out very easily and my brothers were told 
if I tried, to call mom.
	I sat and played with all the baby toys until mom came in the 
playroom and told everyone it was baby Donny's bedtime. She picked me 
up out of the playpen and led me waddling to our bedroom. I still had 
my pacifier in my mouth and did not even try to talk. It wouldn't do 
any good anyway. Mom changed my diaper and put my sleepers on me and 
put me in my crib. With a clang up went the side and I was again locked 
in my crib for the night. I found the warm baby bottle of milk just 
like last night already for me to suck. I removed my pacifier and 
started to suck the bottle soon falling asleep.
	I woke up the next morning feeling the need to poop even before I 
could react I was pooping. It was so soft going in my diaper before I 
could stop it. Mom came in the room sniffing, saying, "Somebody has 
poop in his diaper!" Bobby and Timmy complained that they don't like 
sleeping with a baby that poops his diaper. Both of my brothers have 
not pooped in the diapers for six months or longer. Mom told my 
brothers she would move my crib to the room next to her room so she can 
keep my stinky diapers clean.
	Mom opened my crib changed my diaper and dressed me in my new 
baby clothes and sent me to play before breakfast. While mom and my 
brothers went out of the room I thought I could take off my baby 
clothes and get my big boy clothes back on. I opened my closet and all 
my big boy clothes were gone. I opened my drawers and found nothing but 
baby things. I removed my baby clothes and diapers and tried some of 
Timmy's underwear on but since he had a much bigger waist they just 
fell off. Bobby's underwear was so small I could not even get them up. 
I tried on some of Timmy's pants. They were too short and too big in 
the waist. I did not want to go to the tutor's house in diapers I was 
taking my final test to get ready for college courses.
	Mom came in and saw me naked, and all the clothes that I had 
tried on. She put me over her knee and spanked me with her hand just as 
hard as before, only longer. When she was finished she put my pacifier 
in my mouth and I started to suck it because it made me feel so good. 
While she diapered me and dressed me I sucked on my pacifier thinking 
how good sucking on it made me feel.
	When I was dressed mom led me to my highchair where I was fed my 
breakfast while my brothers ate their breakfast sitting at the table in 
their booster seats. I was eating what mom was feeding me not thinking 
when poop went into my diaper followed by a flood of pee. It felt so 
funny to me I giggled as I ate my breakfast. Mom handed me a bottle so 
I began to suck it not thinking what I looked like.
	After my diaper change mom took us to town dropped me off at the 
tutor's house and took my brothers to their schools leaving my diaper 
bag off at the daycare. Since I had just pooped my diaper at breakfast 
all I would do is wet. Mom had diapered me with very thick diapers that 
would last until I was done taking my test.
	When I finished my test in three hours and the tutor walked me to 
the daycare for the first time in years, like I was a two-year-old 
holding my hand. As I waddled in the daycare they led me to the little 
kid's area where the kids that were not potty trained played. I could 
not find Bobby there and started to walk out into the other room when 
some grabbed me and checked my diaper. I was wet so they led me to the 
changing table. I began to cry, so in went my pacifier.
	I had to spend the rest of the day diapered and sucking a 
pacifier. I was not allowed to go play with my brother since he was a 
potty-trained big boy and I was a diaper baby. I had to eat lunch in a 
highchair take a nap in a crib just like all the other kids in the 
room. The cribs were only 52" long, but since I was only 47" tall I 
still fit with some room to spare. After my nap and diaper change I 
found that I was not allowed to leave the room because one of the 
daycare workers would have me by the hand leading me back to the center 
of the room.
	When mom picked me up I was still sucking my pacifier at 6:30 PM 
Timmy was with Bobby in the big kid room where I use to play. Mom took 
us home with me sitting in Bobby's old care seat because it was the 
most waterproof one of the three. We all hat car seats-- it was the 
law-- but the one I was sitting in now besides being the most 
waterproof was the one I could not get out of because the release was 
below my reach between my legs. The safety harness would not let me 
bend that far.
	At home mom put me in the playpen sucking my pacifier and telling 
me she would change my wet diaper in a few minutes. I did not even know 
that I had wet until she told me my diaper was wet I did not feel wet. 
I had been in diapers for three days so I thought if I could wet so 
much that they would get tired of changing my wet diapers. But this 
time I did not know I had wet. Mom changed my diaper and returned me to 
the playpen. She told me to play with my toys like a good baby. I knew 
better than to get out because of the last spanking hurt so bad and I 
did not want another one, so I played with the baby toys that were 
there while I sucked my pacifier like mom told me to do.
	When it was time to eat dinner I was again put in my highchair 
and fed by mom more baby food. I messed my diaper just like I have done 
every time since I have been fed baby food after the first day of being 
in diapers again. Poop would just start to come out without even trying 
to make it come out; it was so automatic. I drank my bottle without a 
word as mom held it. After I was finished with my bottle mom changed my 
diaper and I was again in my playpen playing. I was trapped. Mom would 
spank me if I got out or did anything I used to do as a big boy. Mom 
would spank me if I did anything a big boy would do. I could find no 
big boy clothes that would fit me, only diapers and big baby clothes. I 
had nowhere to run, even if I could get outside. We lived so far out of 
town and had no neighbors to run to.
	I was now the baby of the family and my brothers were my 
babysitters, telling mom if I was bad or good. I had no freedom to do 
anything but be a baby like my brothers wanted me to be. After all the 
teasing I had done to them it was their turn to get back at me. Mom was 
happy, too, because I was getting a little too bossy, talking back at 
her telling what I would do or not do. With me a baby I could not boss 
or talk back. I had to do what my family wanted me to do.
	Mom was worried about doing me harm treating like a baby so much 
so she made a doctors appointment for me. She was lucky there was and 
opening in one 8:00 PM hour and if we hurried we could make it. Mom 
loaded us into the car, not forgetting to bring my diaper bag and we 
were on our way.
	At the doctor's office we got right without waiting. My brothers 
were in the exam room with us. Mom and the doctor talked just outside 
the room. The doctor asked mom what my problem was. She told him a few 
days ago I started to poop and pee my pants, so she started to diaper 
me since she had diapers that Timmy use to wear to bed when he was a 
bed wetter. She said, "Donny fights about his diapers but since he has 
wet his pants at the store today he has given it to them."
	When the doctor returned he started to examine me he took blood, 
which made me cry like a baby, so Bobby handed the doctor my pacifier. 
The doctor looked at the pacifier, then at me crying, and in went my 
pacifier quieting me. The doctor said, "that's better. Now keep it 
there so I can finish your exam." I found that I had a wet diaper so he 
changed my diaper with mom's help, taking a sample of the wet part. The 
doctor said he would send the samples to the lab. He would have the 
results tomorrow morning.
	When we got home it was past my bedtime mom changed the diaper 
the doctor helped put on me I had already wet it and she wanted to get 
me in my thick night diapers. She wanted to put me in my crib for the 
night dressed just like I dressed Timmy the last time I diapered him. 
The diaper was so thick I could not walk or stand very well. Mom just 
lifted me into my crib and again up went the side and mom had my bottle 
in my mouth. I started to suck without thinking. I was so comfortable 
and warm. I relaxed sucking my bottle as mom turned out the light, 
leaving just the glow of the nightlight light the room. I could see the 
changing table. I was just changed on and my dresser I was in the room 
next to mom's room. My brothers got their wish. I was sleeping in the 
nursery alone.
	I woke up the next morning with mom changing my wet diaper just 
like I was a baby. My pacifier was in my mouth and mom was powdering my 
diaper area and it tickled and I giggled as she fastened the side of my 
size 6 Huggies. My sleeper was zipped up and mom put me down to walk to 
the kitchen so I could eat breakfast. I walked in and my brothers were 
already sitting in their seats, so I climbed into the highchair and mom 
fastened my seat belt and put the tray in front of me.
	Sometime during breakfast I wet and messed my diaper and did not 
even try to stop it. By now I did not care if I made it to the potty or 
not. Today I would not go to the tutor's house. I would go to the 
daycare with Bobby. I did not know that but Bobby and Timmy did. They 
were happy to see their big brother treated like he treated them just 
days earlier. After mom finished feeding me I drank my bottle while 
everyone else ate their breakfast. When I was finished mom quickly 
changed my diaper and we were on our way Timmy to school, Bobby and me 
to daycare and mom to work.
	We dropped Timmy off at school and Bobby and I went to daycare 
two blocks down the street. Bobby walked to his room and I tried to 
follow because that is where I would go after I was finished at the 
tutors. Miss White grabbed my hand and said babies are not allowed to 
go to the big kid room until they are out of diapers. Mom said bye and 
left my diaper bag with Miss White and walked out the door. Miss White 
led me to the toddler room that smelled of baby powder and lotion, wet 
and messy diapers, depending where you were in the room. The diaper 
pail area smelled like pee and poop but the rest of the room smelled so 
good. At first I just stat on the play mat and did not move. I got 
bored and crawled over to a pile of toddler toys and found a big dump 
truck I could push around and put other toys in and dump in piles.
	Soon I was playing just like all the other toddlers without a 
worry of what someone would think of me. I don't remember wetting my 
diaper but when Mrs. Gill checked my diaper she found I was soaked so 
she led me to the changing table pulled out my pacifier and gave me a 
bottle that I started to suck while she changed my bottle. I was one of 
only two kids that need to be changed. After my diaper change she sat 
me on the floor where I finished my bottle. When I was done with the 
bottle I put my pacifier in my mouth and crawled over to the big spring 
horse.
	I always loved to ride a spring horse and now there is one for me 
to ride and ride until I get tired of it. I had a lot of trouble 
getting on it because I was big enough for a big kid or adult. It was 
moved here from the big kid room because no big kid ever wanted to ride 
a baby thing like that. I did not even know it was around or when I was 
over in the big kid room I would have wandered over here to ride it. 
Now it's all mine; I can ride and ride. I began to spring up and down 
back and forth having so much fun until Mrs. pulled me off telling me 
it was lunchtime. She was a big lady and could carry me with ease.
	Mrs. Gill put me in one of the highchairs and she started to feed 
me more baby food just like mom had been doing for the last three days. 
I was soon filling my diaper just like I was at home. Eating and 
messing was just automatic to me. I now had the potty training of an 
eighteen month old when I need to go potty. I cannot hold it more than 
a very few minutes or seconds. I did not care anymore that I was peeing 
and pooping a diaper just like a baby. I could play and do things I 
missed out on as a little kid.
	I was all the time schooled and tested because I was so smart. 
Even at eighteen months old I was doing first and second grade 
schoolwork. I was potty trained at fifteen months old. I was always 
pressed to do more and more never got to play with toys or be a kid. 
Mom found out that I got a score on my college exam the placed me in 
the top 1% of all time. She also found out from the doctor that I was 
healthy and had nothing wrong with me, and puberty was nowhere in my 
near future.
	When mom picked me up at daycare she found out that I used as 
many diapers as the one-year-olds' do. Timmy and Bobby were talking 
about how much fun they had playing at daycare, all the toys they rode 
and played with. I still had my pacifier in my mouth because I had 
become so attached to it and if some one would remove it I would whine 
or cry until they gave it back.
	I spent the next three weeks living like a real baby-- no talking 
and very little walking. Feeding, diapering, sleeping in cribs eating 
in highchairs riding in strollers playing in playpens. I was just a big 
oversized baby and did not care now I was having so much fun having 
people take care of me.
	After my three week punishment in diapers I forgot about get 
potty trained and just continued to be a baby with my brothers' help. 
They learned to feed and bathe me and changed my wet diapers. They did 
not do messy diapers; mom would not let them. They could dress me in 
baby clothes because most of the baby clothes just snapped on.
	After three months of being a baby I was allowed to talk and feed 
myself a little. I was just like an eight month old. One morning mom 
told my brothers it was time to potty train baby Donny they giggled and 
said, "he is too much a baby. He pees in his diaper too much." Mom told 
them they needed to help remind me not to be my diaper and hold it; 
that would help me be a big boy again.

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