THE BABY SCHOOL

CHAPTER 1-- Ian Wets His Pants

	Teresa Green was at wits end by the time she put down 
the phone. Her next door neighbour, Chris P. Bacon, sat at 
the table cradling a mug of coffee and could not help over-
hearing part of the conversation.
	"God, that bloody boy has done it again," said Teresa 
as she stormed into the kitchen. "That was the School, 
Ian's wet his pant's again, he's like a bloody baby. I ask 
you, how many 7 year olds do you know that still wet the 
bed every night and their pants at school? That boy is 
putting me through hell."
	Tears welled up in her eyes and her face turned rather 
hot as the tears began tracing her cheeks. "He was right in 
front of the whole School being told off for not listening 
to the Headmaster and he pissed himself." Chris beckoned 
Teresa to sit down, which she did and, taking hold of 
Teresa's hand, said, "All little boy's have accidents. When 
my brother was 12, he went to a Special School because he 
quite often used his pants to go to toilet in, and I don't 
just mean wee; he pooped. All the kids wore diapers at the 
School. In fact, the School made very little effort to hide 
the Diapers. In Paul's School photo some kids are dressed 
in just diapers."
	Teresa calmed down a little on hearing that, and it 
was not long when she said, "Diapers." Her brain began 
working overtime, but at last the look of hope faded just 
as fast as it appeared.
	"I can't put him back into Diapers, all the other kids 
would pick on him." The room fell silent for a moment or 
two. "Let me go and look for the School Photo. I won't be 
long."
	Speaking as she got up from the table, Chris gave a 
quick look at Teresa and left the house, wiping the tears 
from her face. Teresa also got up and she put the kettle 
on. By the time the coffee was made Chris was back at the 
table. Soon both women were looking at pictures of Paul and 
his School friends. The photo album was jam packed with 
pictures of diapered children between the ages of 4 and 18.
	"This is Paul with Leslie, Robert and I think the 
girl's name is Lisa." Chris pointed a photo which showed a 
group of kids in bulky cloth diapers and clear plastic 
pant's on a very busy beach. 
	"Don't they look happy, I think because they got used 
to wandering around in just diapers and t-shirts. The kids 
soon learnt not to worry about being seen in their 
diapers."
	Both women were oohing and aahing as each photo was 
turned. Teresa pointed at a picture of diapered kids on the 
beach and spoke with a puzzled look. 
	" Why are some of those kids sucking pacifiers and 
drinking from baby bottles?" Chris looked up at her friend 
and replied, "In a way the kids were still babies. I mean 
look at them." She pointed at the picture. "They look very 
happy,.When I first went to the school to visit Paul with 
Mum, I too, was surprised to see other kids wandering 
around in diapers and clutching soft toys with either 
pacifiers or baby bottles in their mouths.
	Teresa stopped her friend in mid-sentence. "How did 
your mother feel seeing Paul being treated like a baby?" 
Chris took a swig of her coffee and answered, " Mum seemed 
very happy for this treatment to continue, after all, Paul 
was still shitting and pissing himself. He could not help 
it. Mum felt that the staff at the School knew what was 
best. I think the School called it regression therapy. 
Before the children went to the School they were all very 
withdrawn and often had accidents in their pants. In normal 
Schools they were picked on and often fell behind in their 
work, but as soon as they came to this School they perked 
up. Every child was taken back to being a baby, with the 
diapers the other things just followed."
	Teresa was thinking hard about what she had just 
heard. "I know Ian can't help wetting himself, and how you 
described those children before they went to that School is 
just how my Ian is now," she said. "I really feel that I 
should be putting him in diapers. It's just that I can't 
help feeling that it is wrong for a boy of his age to be 
wearing diapers to School. If I can find a place which 
sells night-time diapers for older kids maybe I can get him 
to wear diapers to bed." Chris drank up her coffee and 
looked at the time.
	"I'm going to town, why don't you come with me?. I 
know a place that sells diapers in all size's. There's 
bound to be some in Ian's sizes."
	Teresa smiled at her friend and agreed that would be a 
good idea and with that. Both women left the house and got 
into Chris's car to start the journey into town.

CHAPTER 2- Mother Visits The Baby Store

	The Town centre was very busy. People were rushing 
here and there in a bid to carry out their business. The 
two women got out of the parked car at the front of some 
stores. Chris led the way into the store that had "The Baby 
Store" sign above it and Teresa was amazed by what she saw. 
The well-lit store had rows of shelves which seemed at 
first glance to be another typical baby store. The only 
thing missing were babies. Chris smiled. "Look over there," 
she said, pointing to where a teenage boy was standing. 
Teresa did as her friend had asked and saw the boy who had 
a pacifier in his mouth. He was wearing just a cloth diaper 
and was being fitted into a pair of plastic baby pants by a 
girl not much older then himself. The two women looked on 
as another teenaged boy dressed in just a bulky diaper 
crawled on the floor playing with his toy train, and 
sitting on some benches were about 12 other diapered 
teenage boys and girls. Some hugged their favourite cuddly 
toy's and others sucked happily on their baby bottles and 
pacifiers. Looking back at Chris she said, "These children 
look very happy, don't they? But it's kind of weird seeing 
kids their age acting like babies."
	Chris was looking at the neat stacks of baby pants 
that were on the shelves nearby. "They must be from the 
baby school, you know the one Paul used to go to. We used 
to come here with Paul. Come and look at all these 
different style baby pants."
	The women went over to the shelve , which was full of 
plastic and rubber pants. Chris picked up a pair of yellow 
pants which had poppers down the sides and holding them up 
to her nose gave them a long sniff.
	"Smell these," she said, passing them to Teresa
	"I just love the smell of baby pants. I was always 
opening up new packs of plastic panties just for the 
smell."
	Teresa took a little sniff and frowned. "I am not sure 
about this. I don't think it's fair putting Ian back into 
diapers. After all, he is not a baby." Just then the young 
girl who the women had seen fitting the teenager with 
plastic pants earlier walked over to them.
	"Good morning Ladies, my name is Emma, how can I help 
you?"
	Teresa did not say anything but Chris did.
	"Hello Emma, my friend's looking for diapers for her 
little boy. I would like you to explain how busy this store 
is to her." Teresa went bright red and the young store girl 
gave a little giggle and then replied, "I take it it's your 
little boy, is it?" she said to Teresa "We are a very busy 
store, we cater for children from one day old right up to 
young adults. Incontinence in children is our business. Is 
it night time diapers or day time diapers you want? I'm 
sure you will find what ever you are looking for here. 
Please feel free to ask my what ever you want."
	Of course Chris did want to ask more questions "Do you 
supply diapers to Schools at all?" The young girl gave a 
smile and replied, "there are pupils from one such School 
in the store at the moment. I tell you what, why don't you 
go and have a good look around and when you think that you 
have found what you need come and get me. I've got my hands 
full with these little tykes," she said picking up a 
pacifier off the floor and popping it into a boy's mouth. 
	Teresa looked at the boy. He must of been the same age 
as Ian, and he looked more then happy she thought.
	"What's up?" asked Chris. When she saw her friend was 
studying the little boy, who was now waddling back to his 
School friends.
	"I think that I've made my mind up. I have seen these 
children with my own eyes," Teresa explained. "Ian needs 
friends who are more or less in the same boat as him. 
There's no point expecting him to compete with others. We 
all know that he will never be able keep up with normal 
kids." Chris listened to what her friend was trying to tell 
her.
	"Chris, I want you to take me to the Baby School so I 
can see it for myself, can you help me?" Chris nodded her 
head. "Of course I will help you. Let's get some diapers 
for Ian and then we will follow the School bus." The two 
friends gathered up 12 cloth diapers, diaper pins and 
several pairs of plastic pants. They reached the check out 
and they were greeted by the young girl who they had talked 
to earlier.
	"Hello, looks like you're going to be busy," she 
smiled " There's a special offer on this week. You can have 
two pacifiers and three baby bottles, free," she said as 
she finished entering the shopping through the till and she 
passed the two women all the items. Chris took the bags 
whilst Teresa paid the girl.

CHAPTER 3- The Visit to the Baby School

	Chris and Teresa piled the shopping into the back of 
the car and sat in their seats waiting for the school party 
to leave the shop. Whilst they were waiting a brightly 
coloured bus pulled up along side their car. It was painted 
with diaper clad bunnies and teddy bears and written on the 
side's of the bus was "Baby School." A young woman dressed 
in a nursery uniform got off the bus. She was no older then 
20 and her long blond hair shone in the bright sunshine. As 
she stood outside the store she called, "Come on, my 
babies. It's nearly Din Dins time." She held the store's 
door open and out came the diapered school children. The 
two women in the car watched the children as they got on 
the bus. Teresa giggled as two of the children aged around 
9 and 12 fought over a baby bottle just in front of their 
car. Another young woman dressed identical to the first ran 
to the two fighting youngsters, pulling out a spare bottle 
from her pocket she passed it to the 12 year old who 
instantly plopped it into his mouth. On seeing the two 
women in the car she smiled and continued loading the 
children onto the bus.
	Chris decided that she would go and ask the young 
woman if they could follow the bus. Getting out of the car, 
she said, "I won't be long." It seemed to take her ages to 
come back to the car and when she did, it was not alone. 
Chris got back into the car and a young nursery nurse stuck 
her head through Teresa's open window.
	"Hi, I understand that you would like to visit our 
school," she said. Teresa replied that was true "Fine," 
said the young girl. "I see that you have been busy buying 
diapers for your baby. how old is he?" she asked, pointing 
at the bundle of diapers.
	Teresa looked at her and answered "Seven." The nurse 
nodded her head. "I can't see any problem with you coming 
to the school. You have had a taste of what to expect, but 
I must ask you not to make any comments that may upset the 
babies. Who knows, we may ask you to help feed one or two. 
If you would like to follow us we will be on our way." The 
woman got on the bus and it pulled away followed by the two 
women in the car.
	The School was in the middle of 6 acres of land, a 
perfect place to bring up baby. Signs lined the school 
drive , such as "GO SLOW - BABIES AT PLAY." The bus and the 
car pulled up outside the school building and soon an older 
woman came out to great the two waiting women.
	"Hello, welcome to Baby School, my name is Ms. 
Jenkins." The women smiled and greeted each other before 
entering the building." We have 45 little darlings at our 
school to feed. I am sure you would not mind feeding one or 
two for us would you?" Chris and Teresa  looked at each 
other, but before they could answer the older woman said, 
"the dinner hall is through that door on the left , and 
make sure you put a bib on the baby and a pinny on 
yourself, unless you want to leave here covered in mashed 
food."  And with that she left the wide-mouthed women to 
carry out their tasks.
	The hall was just as big as Chris remembered it to be. 
The same big high chairs were still there and so too was 
the big kids' tables. This is where the 15 and 18 yr. olds 
were spoon-fed. Some of the babies were already being fed.
	A nursery nurse who was busily trying to feed three 
babies at once called Teresa over and asked if she could 
help "Sure I can, which one do I have?" Teresa sat down and 
a boy of 15 sat on her lap. Teresa wisely tied a bib around 
the youngster and began to spoon-feed him. Her hand brushed 
against his diaper , it felt soft and warm.
	Once all the children had been fed Ms Jenkins thanked 
the two ladies and took them to her office. "Tea as been 
ordered , now tell me why you are here." 
	Teresa spoke. "My little boy's been having trouble 
fitting in with other kids his age. He wets the bed every 
night and he often wets in the day, too. I feel that he 
would really benefit from coming to your school, Ms. 
Jenkins." Ms. Jenkins was about to say some thing when 
someone knocked at the door. It was the tea. Ms. Jenkins 
poured three cups and replied ," Your son's name is Ian, he 
is 7 years old and he goes to a local school. The 
Headmaster, Mr. Hughes, has been in touch with me about 
young Ian and I was going to send for you." She took a sip 
from her tea when Chris spoke.
	"We were wondering how soon Ian could start." Ms. 
Jenkins gave Chris the look of don't speak before you're 
spoken to look. "Ms. Bacon, you have not changed very much 
over the years have you. If I remember correctly you used 
to chirp in when your Mother and I were talking. Please 
remember that this is my office and it is I - who does the 
interviewing." Chris went bright red and went instantly 
quiet, fearing Ms Jenkins would summon a nursery nurse to 
take her away for diapering. This allowed Ms. Jenkins to 
continue "We will be picking Ian up from the bus stop 
outside the Deeker Brothers Food Mall at 9.30am Monday 
morning. There is no need to pack anything as we supply all 
clothing. He can bring his favourite cuddly toy. We do 
however expect Baby Ian to be diapered on our arrival at 
the bus stop. Now if you will please excuse me I have 45 , 
no , I have 46 babies to look after.
	The two women stood and left the building. "Bloody old 
battle-axe," whispered Chris. Teresa spoke, " I'm sure 
she's not like that all the time. Besides, she adores those 
kid's."
	Chris answered, "It's a well know fact that she loves 
those kids, it's also well known  - for her staff to land 
up getting diapered ,did you notice that all the staff 
apart from her were under 30. There's a photo of Paul and a 
member of staff wearing diapers on the beach."
	Teresa informed her friend that she did not know that, 
and as their car pulled out of the school gate she said, 
"My Ian is going to be well cared for there though isn't 
he."