Baby Treatment

Summary/Disclaimer: This is a story about a nine-year-old boy that wets the bed while his other younger brother don't and how his mom takes care of the problem. It’s about fictitious kids getting treated in a manner that no kid should be treated. It is abusive and illegal. But it is just a story.

Part 1

When I was nine-years-old I still wet my bed every night just like a baby, sometimes I would wet two or three times a night. My sheets and blankets would be soaked every morning. Mom kept telling me that if I did not stop wetting at night she would put one of my little brother’s diapers on me at night. I had to brothers Billy age 7 and Timmy age 2 ½ . Timmy still slept in a crib in a room next to mom’s room. Billy and I slept in a room across the hall. Billy and I always had arguments about my bed wetting. He teased me about my bed wetting I teased him about his thumb-sucking. I was smaller than Billy by a little. I weighed 50 pounds just three pounds less than Billy and just as tall too. I looked just like a four or five-year-old, except I was taller.

Mom started potty-training Timmy she told him the potty rules and punishments.

POTTY RULES

Action	Punishment
1. Wet underpants	You get to wear cloth training pants.
2. Wet cloth training pants	You are put back into plastic training pants.
3. Wet plastic training pants	You are put back into diapers for three days.
4. Messy pants or diapers	You are put back into diapers for three weeks.
5. Wet bed	You must wear night diapers until you have 21 dry nights. If you wear night diapers you must wear cloth training pants during the day.

6. If you are in daytime diapers you are a baby and are treated just like a baby and use ONLY baby things.

Rewards

If you are clean and dry for one month you graduate to big boy status and stop using baby things.

When Billy heard the rules he asked her, “What about Donny? He wets the bed, does he have to wear diapers too?” She said, “Yes, starting tonight, he will be the only one diapered since no one except him has wet the bed in over one year.”

When I heard that I cried to mom, “That is not fair! I can’t stop it, it just happens.” She told me she was tired of all the laundry I caused and if I don’t stop crying she would give me something to cry about. I screamed, “I will not wear a baby diaper!” and started to through a tantrum just like a two-year-old.

When I wore myself out she carried me to Timmy’s room and put me on the changing table and had me strapped down in one motion. I watched as she removed my pants and underwear. She slid the triple thick training pants on me and replaced my pants. I was all cried out when she stood me on the floor. She told me to go to the kitchen and we would eat breakfast.

Mom put breakfast cereal on the table and we all picked the kind we liked. While Billy and I ate at the table we watched Timmy eat in his highchair. I felt the bulk of the training pants as I sat eating. I wondered if Timmy was wearing the same kind of training pants. When we finished eating we ran outside to play. It was summertime and school was out, we lived out in the country our nearest neighbor was two miles away.

When we ran out to the backyard I look at Timmy’s pants. They were thin like Billy’s, not like mine, thick and bulky. I did not want to call attention to it so I just started to play. We had all kinds of ride-on toys but I always liked the spring horses we had. We ran past all of our ride-on toys to the sandbox and started to play with our trucks and cars in the sand. We have been playing for about one hour and I had two glasses of milk at breakfast, now I have to pee real badly. Timmy just left a few seconds ago I knew he was going to the potty, too, but I really needed to go now. I ran to the house and tried to beat him to the only potty we had. I got to the bathroom door just as mom and Timmy closed it. I was dancing trying not to pee but little by little my pants became wetter and wetter in a short time they were soaked.

When mom and Timmy opened the door they saw me with the front of my pants soaked just like a little toddler. Timmy giggled and mom said, “Shame on you!” She led me to Timmy’s room and put me on the changing table, pulled off my wet pants and wet trainers. She wiped me off with the baby wipes and had me in super thick plastic training pants. I had wet my pants in school several times and mom kept saying if I keep it up she was going to put me in training pants again, this time she did. She put me on the floor and told me to go out and play. I cried for my pants she told me babies don’t need pants to cover their plastic training pants we need to know when you need a change.

Mom told Timmy to take me out to play. Timmy grabbed my hand and led me outside. Billy started to laugh when he saw my light blue plastic pants. I was crying like a baby and walked to my spring horse and started to ride him. Mom called us in for lunchtime about two hours later as I walked into the kitchen I could feel that I had wet my self again but did not want anyone to find out. Mom picked me up and had me in the highchair so quick I could not protest. She put the tray in place and I was trapped until she released me. She let Timmy sit in my booster seat at the table beside Billy. Billy and Timmy ate PBJ sandwiches and soup. Mom fed me baby food with a bib around my neck. I ate three jars of baby food. She then handed me a baby bottle and told me I would have to finish it before she would let me out. I told her I need to go potty. She told me I would have to finish the bottle first. I wet my training pants again as I drank from the bottle.

Just before I finished the bottle Timmy ran to the bathroom and went potty and came back and told mom he just went potty. She said good looks like you are a big boy. I finished my bottle mom asked me if I needed to potty I said yes. She lifted me out of the highchair and checked my pants before she would let me go potty. She said, “looks like you went potty in your pants again. Billy asked mom. Is Donny getting diapered? Mom said. That is the rules he will be in diapers for three days now. I asked what about if I tell you I need to go will you take them off. She said if she has the time she will.

Mom carried me into Timmy’s room and told me this is now my room. She put me on the changing table and removed my wet training pants and had put me in thick diapers followed by nursery print baby pants. When she finished Timmy and Billy were watching and giggling she said if they teased me they would be diapered too. She put me in the crib and raised the side and told me to take my nap. The side of the crib was at my chest and I could never climb that well but I tried anyway. Mom and my brothers left me alone in the crib. A few minutes later mom handed me a bottle of warm formula and told me if I was not quiet for the next two hours I would get bare bottom spanked.

I lay down in the crib as mom left me alone again. I jumped up after she shut the door and turned out the light in my windowless room. I had a small nightlight that lit up the room just enough to could only see big things in the room. I tried to climb out but I could not even get a good start, I jumped up and down, shook the sides but nothing happened. I gave up after a half hour of trying. I lay down and started to suck the good tasting formula. I was asleep when mom and my brothers returned two hours later to fine I had wet my nap diaper. Mom carried me to the changing table and let Billy change my wet diaper just like he did for Timmy a few months earlier. He was an expert within three minutes I was in a clean dry size 6 nighttime Pamper. The diaper was just the right size sense I was so small. I looked just like a four or five-year-old and felt just like a two-year-old, too. Mom told me I would need to wear disposable diapers during the day and cloth at naptime and nighttime also on long trips.

I cried and mom told me if I cry one more time I would have a pacifier pinned to my shirt. Mom then put a T-shirt that had snaps in the crotch and snapped it closed. She then put a pair of coveralls with snaps in the crotch on me. The cover-alls had Big Bird holding a baby bottle on the front. She put shoes and socks they had nursery rhymes on them. My coveralls snapped at the back so I need help to get them off. My thick diapers and other clothes made my walk and move like a toddler.

Mom told us we were on our way to the store to buy me some diapers. Mom carried me to the car and put me in Timmy’s baby seat. While Billy and Timmy climbed into their car seat and strapped in. Mom snapped my restraints and closed the door. I could never release Timmy from his seat so I was now were mom could leave me without worrying about where I would be on the trip to the store 45 minutes away.

When we stopped at the first store mom released me and picked me up and put me in the stroller she had packed. I started to cry again and mom asked me if I remember what would happen if I started to cry again. I said yes I would get a pacifier pinned to my shirt. Mom then pinned a pacifier to my shirt and she tried to place it to my mouth. I would not open until she asked me if I wanted a bare bottom spanking. I knew she would do it so I opened my mouth and in went my pacifier. I started to suck it as we walked in side I felt like a toddler so secure sucking my pacifier. Mom let Billy and Timmy push me while she pushed the cart. Just before we went down the baby isle I fell asleep. I did not see all the baby food and diapers they bought me.

I woke up back at our SUV in my car seat with mom putting all the things in the back. I asked where we were going next. Mom said. To eat lunch at Bob Evens a restaurant where you have to sit down and order your meal. She told me to put my pacifier back in my mouth and not to talk until SHE removes it for me.

We walked into the restaurant and the person seating us asked if we needed some booster seats mom said one booster seat and on highchair. Mom ordered our meal except me she told them to heat my baby food for me. When we got our meal mom started to feed me right away. Sense I was wearing a bib and sitting in a highchair she did not have to be neat. She removed my pacifier and I tried to tell her I needed to poop but every time I opened my mouth in went a spoonful of baby food. Half way through my food I lost my battle and messed in my diaper followed by a flood of pee. When I finish eating I had to wait until everyone else was finished so I sat sucking on my bottle watching my brothers finish their meal.

When everyone was finished Timmy smiled and said he smells a poopie diaper. Mom agreed and said yes Donny pooped his diaper and needs to be changed before we leave. Mom led me back to the ladies room and changed my messy and wet diaper while my brothers went in the men’s room to use the potty. When mom was finished changing me she told me I needed to be in diapers for three weeks before she would potty train me.

Mom led us to the car and once again I was strapped into my car seat and we were home in fifteen minutes. Mom told my brothers that I would be in diapers for a while and they would need to keep and eye on me like a baby. “e will need to play with only baby toys and use only baby things.”

When we arrived home I was place in the playpen with my baby toys. I started to cry so mom put my pacifier in my mouth to keep me quiet. I sat and played with the baby toys sucking on my pacifier until my dad got home. Dad agreed I need to be treated like a baby until I stopped wetting my bed and pants.

Dinnertime came and I was again sat in my highchair with mom feeding me more baby food I was already wet but after I started eating I needed to poop so I just let it happen. When I was finished eating I let a flood of pee go. I sat in my highchair until everyone was finished eating. Dad carried me into my new room and changed my diaper with out a word. He carried me back into the family room and put me in my playpen until my bedtime.

Bedtime came so mom carried me into my room and changed my wet diaper and had me in very thick night diapers with heavy nursery print plastic pants. She put a Cookie Monster snap crotch T-shirt on me and put me in my crib. She left the room and returned with my bedtime bottle I new I could not get out so I lay down and started to suck on the bottle before she turned out the lights and closed the door.

Twenty-one mornings later mom woke me up to change my wet and messy diaper she told me she can not potty train me if I still mess at night. I told her I can not stop it, it just happens. She said that’s why babies wear diapers they can not help it. My brother Timmy age 2 ½ is now totally potty trained and is considered to be a big boy. While I am 9 ½ and still a baby and treated just like a baby in all respects.