A Mother's Solution
Chapter 2
(My Sister's Baby)
Now, that Mrs. Donatello had calmed me down a bit, she proceeded
to examine me as she ever so gently, cupped her hand under the seat of
my plastic-panted, covered diaper pushed up slightly acknowledging it's
massive load. "My, those boys really did make you poop a lot, didn't
they?" she said as she gingerly continued to caress the seat of my
loaded pants. "I 'm going to clean you up sweetheart" she said
reassuringly. "How come, you're wearing a diaper sweetie?" she asked in
a gentile inquisitive tone. I began to explain, how I peed on my
sisters bed, for her teasing me about having to wear a diaper because I
was angry with her, and that also I have nighttime accidents. I told
Tony's mom, that I was being diaper disciplined. "That wasn't very nice
to do that to your sister, just because she teased you", Mrs. Donatello
said as she grabbed the waistband of my plastic pants. "Maybe wearing a
diaper taught you a lesson", she said as she slowly started pulling
down my plastic pants. "I am sorry you were embarrassed in front of
your friends, but being a bad boy isn't the answer, is it?" she said in
a stern tone. I thought she would sympathize with my situation, but it
wasn't looking that way at all. Mrs. Donatello, was very disciplinary
with Tony because his father didn't live with them, and was getting in
to trouble a lot, ever since he moved out. I think Tony's mom was what
they called a "scorned woman".
Now that she had my plastic pants pulled down to my ankles, she
asked me to lift my feet and step out of them, as I stood in front of
her. I did as I was told, as she proceeded to take the baby pants and
put them aside. "Lie down on this changing pad" she firmly said as she
laid it down on the floor at my side. Tony's mom had kids over
occasionally that wore diapers and had baby stuff on hand. She didn't
mind doing this, I guess, because she works at a pre-school nursery,
where there are lots of diapers to be changed. As I gingerly sat my
bottom down on the changing pad, I laid back and she proceeded to start
unpinning my diaper. "These are some really cute teddy bear pins", she
mockingly said in a babying sort of manner. With that comment, and the
now pungent odor of my loaded diaper, I turned my head sideways as not
to look at her. "I'm sorry Jimmy. I didn't mean to embarrass you", she
said apologetically as she now knew I was. After getting my diaper
unpinned, she pulled back the front, and with the look on her face, I
thought she was going to fall over. She then pulled the diaper out from
under me, having me lift slightly, and put it aside. I saw her lay it
atop the plastic pants, that were about a couple of feet from me, and
the stench was incredible. The diaper was extremely wet and loaded. She
continued cleaning me up with a warm washcloth and baby wipes. "I have
nothing to put on you," said Mrs. Donatello in a sympathetic tone.
"That's ok. I will just wear my shorts home. They are swim trunks, and
have those nylon underpants built in", I reassuringly told her. "Ok,
that's fine she said in acknowledgment.
"Tony is going to have to be punished, for what he did to you. I
just have to figure out, what it will be", she said in a matter of fact
tone. I can only imagine what it would be. Mrs. Donatello, told me to
get along home, so she could deal with Tony. I told her thank you and
good-bye as I headed to the backyard to retrieve my bike. I got outside
Tony's back gate and hopped on my bike to ride home. As I neared the
end of the alley, there was Steve and Jeff. They began laughing and
pointing, all the while calling me names. There were girls from the
neighborhood standing with them, and they also began laughing. Now, I
was really embarrassed, because one of the girls is Jennifer. She is a
girl I have a crush on. "Hey Jimmy!" Do you want to play house, and you
can be the baby?" she tauntingly shouted to me. As I was riding away,
they began calling me names, continually laughing. I couldn't believe,
those jerks told her. I was angry. I began to sob a little on my way
home. As I got to my house, I ran to the door, with the bike crashing
to the ground. I never treated my bike like that, but I was so angry.
Now, opening the front door, I stomp through the living room past my
mom sitting on the couch, and head for my room. I opened the door to my
room, and slammed it shut behind me. A few seconds later, there was a
knock at my door. " Go away", I said in a snaring tone at the
unsuspecting person at the door. " Is everything ok sweetheart?" my mom
said in a worrisome voice. "I don't want to be bothered right now, ok
mom", I abruptly replied. She then opened the door, and asked what the
matter was. I told her, I didn't want to talk about it. She told me she
couldn't help me unless I told her what was wrong. Mom always wants to
fix everything, but this was something she couldn't fix.
Mom walked over to my bed where I was now lying, and sat on the
bed next to me. I was face down on my pillow, and pretended not to
acknowledge her presence. She began again, to ask me what the problem
was, and abruptly stopped. "Where is your diaper young man?" she
demandingly asked as she patted my behind, to notice the massive bulk
was now gone. "It's over Tony's house", I replied in a tone as if I
didn't care. "Why is it there?" she again asked in a demanding tone. I
proceeded to tell her, that my friends found out I was wearing one, and
made me pee and poop it. I also told her that Tony's mom cleaned me up.
"I'm sorry". I didn't mean for that to happen to you Honey, she said in
a regretful tone. "I can't believe that your friends could do that to
you", she said. My mom got up from my bed and left the room. She picked
up the telephone, and dialed Tony's house. "Hi! Judy. This is Jimmy's
mom. I just heard what happened, and thought I should call you. "Hi,
Laura", Tony's mom acknowledged. My mom proceeded to ask Mrs.
Donatello, what had happened. She explained to my mom, and mom was very
upset. She also reassured my mom that Tony was going to be severely
punished. Mrs. Donatello went on to say that Tony's behavior has gotten
worse, since his dad had moved out, just as mine had. It was just my
younger sister; my mom and I. Mrs. Danatello had told my mom that I
explained to her about having to wear a diaper for discipline. "Does it
really work Laura?" Mrs. Donatello asked inquisitively. "It sure does",
my mom reassuringly replied. "As Jimmy has told you he wears a diaper
to bed to insure he doesn't wet through the night. But he also gets
diaper punishment when he is bad.
Tony's mom was really interested as their phone conversation
continued. "Does he get a potty break?" asked Tony's mom. "No. He has
to use them for their intended purpose", my mom sternly responded. "Oh
my!" exclaimed Mrs. Donatello. "I never thought of that", she continued
to say to my mom. "Give it a try. What have you got to lose, but your
sanity?" my mom replied with endorsement. "I'll have to give it some
thought", Tony's mom responded in gratefulness. Both woman exchanged
good-byes and hung up the phones. My mom came back to my room, and told
me to look after my sister, because she had to go to the store to get
some things for my sister's slumber party tonight. "Oh, great", I
thought to myself with a sigh as my mom left my room. A few minutes
later, my sister came in my room. "Hi Jimmy. I heard what happened at
Tony's today from Patty, and I just wanted to say I was sorry to hear
that happened to you", she said with a genuinely tone in her voice. "Oh
man! Patty knows?" I said in utter disbelief. Patty is Steven's little
sister. Steven was one of the boys at Tony's house. Patty is 11 years
old, just like my sister, and they were best friends. I was mortified,
to say the least. "Hey I'm having a slumber party tonight, and we need
a baby to play babysitter with. Can you be our baby, Jimmy?" she
mockingly asked as she giggled and left my room. I knew it was too good
to be true that she could be nice for a second, and sympathize with me.
I laid in my room for about a half hour, and heard my mom come in the
door from the store.
I went in to the kitchen to see what she brought home with her.
"Are you feeling better?" mi mom asked, as I entered the kitchen. "Does
she have to have a slumber party tonight?" I asked pleadingly. "She's
planned it for a couple of weeks" my mom reassuringly told me. "I told
her that tonight she can have it" she continued to explain. "She's
already starting with me", I said as if to tattle. "All of her friends
know about what happened at Tony's house, thanks to big mouth Patty.
"Tonight, I am going across the street to visit with Paul and Helen,
and I better not hear about you bothering your sister or her friends,
or there is going to be trouble. Do I make myself clear young man?" she
snipped, as she gave that look of warning only a mother can. "I won't",
I reassuringly told her. "I might be over there late tonight, so, I
will have to diaper you before I go. It'll be earlier than usual", she
continued to say. "Ah, mom", I whined. "Don't worry. You don't have to
go to bed early", she went on to say. Just then, I heard the doorbell
ring. "Are Kelly's friends here already?" I said, menacingly. "No.
That's probably the pizza I ordered for you and the girls", she
remarked, as she had grouped me in with them. "Please go and tell your
sister, that it's time to eat, she politely asked. As I reached my
sister's bedroom door, I could hear giggling as she talked on the
phone. I proceeded to knock. "Go away, I'm on the phone", she rudely
shouted. "It's time to eat Butt Face, I responded, as to exchange the
pleasantries. I could here her tell the person on the other end of the
phone, that it was her brother, and that I had called her Butt Face.
She continued to say that I was such a jerk. I laughed under my breath
as I turned, and proceeded back to the kitchen. I could smell the
pizza, as now; it has permeated the whole house. Pizza and me were like
pizza and beer; only I wasn't old enough to drink.
Upon entering the kitchen, I had noticed that my mom bought
enough pizza to feed an army. A couple of minutes later, my sister came
into the kitchen. "Mom. Jimmy called me Butt Face", my sister said in a
complaining voice. "Don't call your sister names", mom snipped, as I
snickered under my breath. I then looked at my sister, to see her stick
her tongue out at me. I politely returned the gesture. "Is Diaper Boy
going to be here when my friends come over", she said, mockingly. "You
don't call your brother names young lady", my mom said as she pointed
her finger at her. "Yes, your brother will be here", she continued to
say. As we sat at the table and ate, we had somewhat of a civil
conversation amongst the three of us. Now that I was finished I excused
myself, and headed for my room. After entering my room, I decided to
turn on the television. As I lay on the bed, there was a knock at my
door. I got up from my bed, and went to open the door. Before I could
turn the knob, the door suddenly opened. Expecting to see my mom, who,
but, my sister walked in. "Just walk right in, Butt Face", I said in a
snaring voice. "I let that remark slide Jimmy, since you have a bigger
problem. "Oh, yeah!" I replied, with a bring-it-on attitude. "Oh,
Yeah", she snapped back quickly. "I know a certain boy who pooped and
peed his diaper today at his friend's house", she continued to say with
a snidely tone. "So do my friends", I promptly responded. "Yeah, but
the younger kids in the neighborhood don't; say�, the kids my age.
"Your friend Patty does", I replied, in a reminding tone. "She only
knows, because she is your friend, Steve's sister", she replied. My
sister was up to something, but I didn't quite know, what it was. Her
remarks were peculiar.
I was curious as to what she was up to, but she stood silent for
a couple of minutes, as I sat back down on the bed to continue watching
TV. "I have a deal", she suddenly blurted out. "I don't make deals,
with Butt Face's" I remarked in a little chuckle. "Ok, but there is a
lot of people to tell about what happened at Tony's, and it's a long
summer", she replied, in a drawn out voice. I couldn't believe my ears.
"She wouldn't tell all her friends. Would she?" I thought to myself.
"You wouldn't dare", I said in a threatening tone. I new my sister, and
she would tell. She would do anything, to get the upper hand. She was a
clever little girl at the age of eleven. "Oh, wouldn't I " she replied,
with an ear-to-ear grin. My sister was still angry at me for peeing on
top of her bed, which had her favorite comforter on it at the time. My
mom took it to the drycleaners, and they ruined it. Kelly was not going
to let this go for a long time to come. "Are you ready to make a deal
now?" she said with curiousness. "Ok! What do I have to do?" I
reluctantly replied. "You know, that tonight my friends are coming over
for a slumber party, right?" she said, as to remind me. "Yeah", I said,
with a sound of caution. "This is the deal", she went on to say. "Patty
and I thought, that you should be our baby for tonight. We thought we
would do something different for a change, instead of the same boring
stuff we always do at our parties", she said with an exhaustive tone.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Back the train up. I'm not dressing up in a diaper,
in front of your bratty friends", I said with absolution in my voice.
"I'll tell them it will be our little secret, and they won't tell
anybody, she said, as to attempt to reassure me. "No way! Uh, ah. Nice
try".
"Bah-bye! Thank you for stopping by. Time to leave", I replied,
rushing her to my bedroom door. "Well. I better get started calling
everybody. It's probably going to be a long time before you see me
again. I have a big phonebook filled with a lot of numbers", she said,
with a sigh to her annoying tone I might add. As inviting as that
remark sounded, I rethought my situation, very quickly. "Wait", I said
as I paused standing there. "Ok! What do I have to do?" I said, with a
sound of defeat. "I knew you would change your mind", she gloatingly
said, with a smirk on her face, to boot. "This is the deal", she went
on to say. " Tonight, before mom leaves, she's going to diaper you, I
assume, because she is going to be home late. She probably doesn't want
you falling asleep, before you're diapered. When mom comes to your room
to diaper you, you are going to tell her that you may need a couple
extra diapers tonight because of all of the soda you drank at dinner,
just to be on the safe side", she said in a dictatorial tone. "Why am I
going to need extra diapers? You aren't expecting me to use them are
you? I inquisitively asked. "No. I just want a well-diapered baby, for
my girlfriends to see. You'll look more babyish with a thick diaper",
she replied. I could tell she was up to something. She went on to tell
me that Patty already knew about her plan, and that my sister had told
her not to tell anybody what had happened at Tony's house, as long as I
went along with the deal. Patty had agreed with her.
I agreed with hesitation, and the deal was set in stone. My
sister then told me that her friends would be here in about a half
hour. With that said she opened my bedroom door to leave, just as my
mom was coming down the hall. "Wow! This is a sight to see?" my mom
said, with a tone of suspicion in her voice. "You allowed your sister
in your room?" she continued to remark, with a puzzling look on her
face. "Yeah! We sort of made up", I replied with a sigh, as if not to
alert my mom's suspicion. "That's nice to see you and your sister
getting along. You should do it more often. Are you ready to get
diapered? I need to leave as soon as possible", my mom continued to
say. "Yeah. I guess so", I replied. We headed for the nursery, as my
mom followed behind me. I walked into the nursery, and headed for the
changing table. I proceeded to take my clothes off, while my mom
fetched the diapering supplies. As soon as I was undressed, I hopped up
on the changing table and lay down. My mom took two cloth diapers and
folded them together. I knew I had to tell her about the extra diapers,
but couldn't get the nerve. I had to though, because that was part of
the deal. "Mom", I nervously blurted out. "Can you put extra diapers on
me? I had a lot of soda at dinner, and I didn't go pee that much", I
sheepishly said. "What's gotten in to you? You never asked for more
diapers, let alone, don't like even wearing them?" she continued to say
out of curiosity. "Are you sure sweetheart?" she replied with a
cautious tone. "Yeah. Just to be on the safe side", I said in my
sister's words. "Is three ok, honey?" she asked, in an inquisitive
tone. "Better make it four", I reluctantly replied, biting my bottom
lip. "That's going to be awfully thick Jimmy", she responded
skeptically. I remembered having three during a severe diaper
punishment, but not four. My night diapers are two layers thick as it
was. Now it is four times thicker. That makes eight layers.
I didn't realize, what I was getting myself into. "Ok. If that's
how many you want", she said with a sound of reluctance. She knew it
was going to be difficult to pin four diapers on me, so she proceeded
to take the two extra diapers, and fold them together, and then into
thirds, then placed them in between the two pinning diapers. Now, they
looked thicker than ever. The combined mass of cloth looked to be at
least 2 inches thick. It was incredibly thick. She then motioned me to
lift my bare bottom slightly, and proceeded to slip the massive bulk
under me. I then lowered back down, and felt the mass of diapers. I
couldn't feel the changing table under me. The diapers were very soft,
though. My mom grabbed the baby powder, and generously applied it to my
diapered area. Now, that she was done powdering, she clutched the front
of the diaper, and brought the mass of cloth up between my legs, and
rested it atop my tummy. "Wow! That is really thick", she commented, as
I thought, and felt the same thing. She proceeded to take one side of
the diaper, and brought the front and back together, and pinned it in
place. Taking the other side, she again brought the back over the
front, and proceeded to pin it together as well. The whole time, I
could feel my legs pushing further apart, as she positioned the diaper
up through my crotch. She then, took my plastic pants and shook them
out. Now, she began to thread my feet through the leg openings of the
plastic pants, and worked them up my legs. As she got to the massive
diaper, she motioned me to lift, so she could pull them around and up
the back of the diaper. She then finished by bringing the front side up
and over my crotch, stopping with the waistband nestled just beneath my
belly button. The plastic pants still fit, even with room to spare.
Now, that I was well diapered and rubber panted, my mom then told
me she was finished. I sat up, and hopped off the changing table. As I
stood for a second, I really took in the massive bulk between my legs.
It was incredible how the diaper forced my legs apart. "Just a second
sweetheart", my mom said, as she adjusted the plastic pants, tucking in
little parts of cloth peeking out. "You look so much like a baby,
Jimmy. It's kind of like when you were a toddler, and was swallowed up
in your diapers. "I think it looks cute", she said as if to embarrass
me. Embarrass me, is what she did. "Ok, I'm leaving to go across the
street to Paul and Helen's. Give me a kiss", she said lovingly. As I
kissed mom on the cheek, she gave my thickly diapered bottom a firm
pat, feeling the air escape up my back through the diaper and out the
waistband of the plastic pants. "You better get to your room. Your
sister's friends are do any time now"; she said as to give fair
warning. As she said that, I got butterflies in my stomach, for I
didn't know what lied ahead for me. I left out of the nursery, and
headed for my room. After closing the door behind me, I could here my
mom telling my sister good-bye, and she would be home late. "Be good",
my mom shouted as she closed the front door behind her. Soon there was
a knock on my door. I quickly pulled my sweatpants on, and then
proceeded to open the door. "How is my little baby?" she teasingly
asked. "Shut up", I snidely replied.
"Wow! Those sweatpants barely fit over big, little baby's diaper.
Let me have a look at your diaper" she tauntingly said, as she quickly
reached unexpectedly at the waistband of my sweatpants, and jerked them
down just past my diaper. "My, my. We really are a big, little baby,
aren't we?" she said in that annoying tone, as she playfully reached
around, and patted my heavily diapered bottom. "Knock it off", I
responded swiftly. "Don't worry baby Jimmy. There will be plenty of
time to play", she responded. Then, somebody rang the doorbell. My
sister's friends must be here. I felt my face go flush. "That's just
Patty. She came early, to help me get you ready for the girls", she
said devilishly. "What do you mean; get me ready?" I replied nervously.
"Wait here, while I answer the door", she said firmly. I couldn't
imagine, what else she had planned for me. I could hear my sister greet
Patty at the door. Their voices got louder, as they walked towards
Kelly's room. At this point, my bedroom door was closed. I heard my
sister's door close, and couldn't hear them any longer. I only could
guess, what they were talking about. As I lay on my bed, I heard a
knock at my door. I got up to open the door. Opening the door a couple
of inches, I looked to see my sister standing there with Patty. "Is
baby Jimmy ready for us", she said as Patty giggled, standing behind
her. "Ready for what?" I demandingly replied. "I have a surprise for
you. I wanted to give it to you for Christmas, but I thought I would
give it to you now, since this is a special occasion", she said with
delight.
I could only imagine what her surprise was. Thinking of what it
could possibly be, she brought her hands from behind her back, and I
couldn't ever imagine what she got me in a million years. It looked so
babyish. "Surprise!" These are for you, she exclaimed with joy. She
then proceeded to push the door open to my room, as I backed away, to
marvel at what she was holding in her hands. Patty followed close
behind her, as now, both were in my room. "What are those?" I
inquisitively said. "These are short-alls", she replied, with a
reaffirming tone. "They're part shorts, part over-alls", she continued
to tell me. "I can't wear those clothes. That looks like what babies
wear", I pleadingly replied. "I know. That's why; you are going to wear
them. You are the baby", she said, as to remind me. I stood there and
looked in horror, at the baby attire, as she held them in front of her,
all the while, with a goofy grin on her face. It didn't help, with her
friend Patty standing there, either. I thought that it might not be so
bad, as it would probably hide the diaper pretty well. "I thought these
looked so cute when I saw them", and thought that these were you", she
said as if she were talking to a toddler. These were supposed to be
kind of a joke, since you do have to wear a diaper and all. After
saying that, Patty began to giggle, and my sister joined in. I was so
embarrassed. "Ok! Give me them and I'll put them on", I said in defeat.
"Oh, no. Little toddlers can't dress themselves", she exclaimed with
great glee in her voice. "You are not dressing me", I responded in
protest. "Remember our deal, Jimmy?" she said with that obnoxious tone.
"Ok. Ok. You can dress me, but Patty has to leave my room", I
said demandingly. "Patty is my helper, and I might need her help, since
you're a big baby and all", she said as to humiliate me. I couldn't
believe this was happening. "We are going to dress you in the nursery,
because that's where babies get dressed", she said with assurance in
her tone. I told her, that my room was good enough. But she wanted to
embarrass me in front of Patty. My sister then instructed me to take
Miss Patty's(that's what she now called her) and her hand, so they
could take me to the nursery. I reluctantly obliged, and took each one
of their hand's, and we headed for the nursery me waddling the whole
way in my very thick diaper. I was really starting to feel like a baby
now, holding each of their hand's as they walked on each side of me. My
waddle was so pronounced, as Patty had made a comment about my babyish
walk. Within seconds, we got to the door of the nursery, and my sister,
still holding the short-alls, through them over her shoulder, and
proceeded to open the door, still holding one of my hand's, Patty, the
other one. They both guided me in to the nursery, with my sister
leading the way. "Ok baby Jimmy. Hop up on the changing table", she
said with a big grin on her face. "I don't need to be changed on the
table. I'll just pull my sweats off, and put those stupid baby clothes
on", I said in anger. "Little toddlers don't argue with their
babysitters. They do what they're told", my sister demandingly said
with a stern voice.
I was thinking my sister was taking this a little too far. After
all, though, I was at her mercy, and nothing I can do about it. I did
as I was told, and hopped up on the changing table. As I sat there with
my legs hanging over the sides, I was then instructed to lie down. Once
again, I did as I was told, and laid down. I turned my head downward,
towards my feet as I lay there, and couldn't see them. My diaper was so
thick I couldn't even see my feet. My sweatpants were getting a
stretching workout, as they fiercely gripped the plastic panted-cloth
mass. My sister and Patty, had to each pull open a drawer of the
changing table to stand on, which also was a dresser, because they were
to short to reach me. Once they boosted themselves up, they began to
assess the situation. "Phew! What's that smell?" Patty said, as she
pinched her nose. "That's my brother's diaper pail, that's just beside
your right, next to the changing table, my sister responded matter of
fact like. Patty leaned down towards the diaper pail, and pulled the
lid up. Wheeew�weee", she said as the stench hit her nose. "Those are
some stinky diapers", Patty continued to comment, as she continued to
peer down into the diaper pail. Patty then briskly dropped the pail lid
closed, as it fanned the smell in the room. "My mom has to soak his
pee-pee diapers and plastic pants, before she washes them", my sister
told her in a mocking tone. I just lay there, totally embarrassed, as
they were both now looking down at me, in all my shame. My sister then
told Patty to help her take my sweatpants off. Both girls' hands had
now descended upon the waistband of my sweatpants.
Now, that each girl had clutched the waistband of my sweatpants,
they began to tug, and pull them down, slowly exposing my plastic
panted diaper, all the while, my sister instructing me to lift my
bottom, so they can bring them around my backside, and continue down my
legs. With one tug at my feet, the sweatpants were removed. "Wow! That
diaper is so huge", Patty said in amazement, as she marveled at my
plastic, encased mass of cloth. "Yeah. I wanted to make sure our little
baby, didn't leak, in case he pees too much", my sister replied. "I had
Jimmy tell my mom to diaper him thickly, because he drank so much soda
at dinner and he needed extra protection", she continued to say. "You
are so evil, Kelly". Patty replied, as they both now began to giggle,
as they looked down at me. "Nothing is too good for our big baby boy,
is there baby Jimmy", my sister tauntingly said as she patted the front
of my diaper in acknowledgment. My sister then asked Patty, to hand her
the baby powder sitting on the shelf. "I smell a hint of dry, stale
pee, probably from the leg bands of his plastic pants" my sister
dotingly said, as she leaned towards my crotch and sniffed. "My mom
says that you don't always have to change the plastic pants at every
diaper change, because when the new diaper goes on, whatever dampness
is still in the plastic pants, gets absorbed in the new dry diaper. She
tells me it's no big deal, until the plastic pants turn slightly yellow
on the leg bands", my sister said, continuing to explain my mother's
diapering style to Patty.
After handing the baby powder to my sister, Patty watched as my
sister took her forefinger and thumb, and pulled back the waistband of
my plastic pants and diaper. The diaper was very snug, but my sister
made enough room to fit the tip of the baby powder bottle in between my
tummy and diaper, and give it a squeeze. I felt a rush of cool inviting
powder drape across my groin area, giving me a soothing feeling. The
sweet smell of baby powder was intoxicating, and soon permeated the
entire nursery. "That's what babies are supposed to smell like", my
sister commented. "I love the smell of baby powder", Patty chimed in to
say. My sister then proceeded to grab the short-alls she had laid at
the foot of the changing table. She abruptly stopped, and looked at
Patty. "I forgot the other things I bought for baby Jimmy", my sister
exclaimed in a remindful tone. My sister took the table strap and
brought it over my tummy and fastened it. She told Patty she didn't
want the baby (me) falling off the table while she went to fetch the
other items. Then, she proceeded to tell Patty to watch me as she went
to get the other things from her room. After my sister left the room,
Patty continued to smile and look down at me. She looked a little
nervous, now that my sister had left the room. We stayed silent, as
nothing was said. I just looked around at the babyish d�cor of the
nursery, as Patty nervously hummed to herself. Within a minute my
sister returned with some things in her hands.
"Look at these, Patty", my sister said as she was entering the
room. "Oh. Those are so adorable", replied Patty as she had blocked my
view to see what they were babbling about. My sister then approached
me, as Patty stepped aside. She was holding some type of shirt. "What
do you think of this baby Jimmy", my sister said in a coddling tone.
"What is it?" I curiously asked. "It's called a onsie", she said in
babying tone. As she held it up for me to see, it looked like a long t-
shirt, but looked strange at the bottom. It was white with dark blue-
colored neck and sleeve trim, and had yellow dump trucks on it. I just
stared at it in silence. It didn't matter what I said at this point. I
was hers, to do what ever she wanted. I just completely surrendered.
She went on to tell me that the onsie goes on like a t-shirt, but snaps
at the crotch, over my diaper. She then told me to sit up. As I sat up,
my sister took the onsie, and fed it over my head, put my arms through
the sleeves, and finished up by bringing it down to rest atop my
plastic pants, that were now billowing out from my waist caused by the
seated position. I felt so babyish, as I look down at my billowing
plastic pants. My sister then instructed me to lie down again, so she
can snap the crotch. I did what I was told, without question. She then
proceeded to snap the crotch, with the assistance of Patty, and soon
they were finished. I was looking more and more like a big toddler. I
was speechless as I looked down towards my crotch to see this babyish
shirt, outline my thick diaper. It did kind of cinch the diaper in, but
not much, by any means. There was still a massive bulge.
Now, it was time for the short-alls, as I watched my sister pick
them up, and show them off to Patty. "Aren't these the cutest Patty",
she continued to brag. "They're decorated in construction style. Just
like his onsie", she said in a gleeful tone. My sister was so proud of
her choice she made, as she held them up and marveled at them. The
short-alls were made of medium blue denim, and had a dump truck on the
bib pocket. As I looked down them, I saw different types of road signs
stitched on. Down at the front pockets, were "men working" signs. They
were orange in color with black writing. Continuing to look down the
short-alls, there at the crotch, it had a yellow sign with an image of
a car with a curvy line beneath each tire. Yep, You guessed it. It
said, "Slippery when wet". When I thought I couldn't be even more
humiliated, she proceeded to turn them around to the backside, so I
could see what it said there. My eyes immediately went to the butt
area. It had another yellow and black sign. Yep. You guessed it again.
It said " caution: wide load". I was embarrassed beyond belief. What
else could be added to my extreme humiliation? While I was still lying
down on the changing table, my sister again, instructed me to sit up.
She unhooked the shoulder straps of the short-alls, and proceeded to
bring it atop my head and down over my chest, with the bottom of it
resting atop my onsie-covered, bulging crotch. I was once again told to
lie back down by my sister, and she began to pull down the short-alls,
over the bulging diaper, and proceeded to snap the crotch, with the
help of Patty.
While I continued to lie on the changing table, my sister took
one side of the shoulder straps of the short-alls, brought it from
behind my shoulder, to lay it atop my chest. She did the same, for the
other side. With the shoulder straps now positioned, my sister
proceeded to grab the bib portion of the short-alls, and pull upward. I
could really feel my diaper cinch up, as she tugged on the thick denim.
She now had one strap fastened, and preceded to repeat the process with
the other side. Again, I felt my crotch tighten up as she pulled upward
towards my shoulder, all the while, I could feel my legs being pushed
apart, from the restrictive, thick denim. As my sister and Patty
finished, I laid there feeling the tightened crotch. I slightly lifted
my head to look down at my crotch, only to find that my bulging crotch
was just as pronounced as ever. It was just tighter now. My sister and
Patty had to sit me up, for the thick denim was obtrusive, and
confining. "I have some cute little socks for baby Jimmy", my sister
said, picking them up off the dresser. They were calf high tube socks,
with two dark blue stripes going around the top of the band. After
putting my socks on she went to my room to fetch my mountain boots. She
quickly came back with my boots in her hands. "These are going to look
so cute with the rest of your baby stuff. They make mountain boots for
toddlers too", my sister reassuringly said, as she began to slip them
on and lace them up. My own boots worked with the baby clothes she put
me in. After my sister was done tying my shoes, she stood up to look at
me. "Patty. Doesn't he look just like a big toddler?" my sister
exclaimed in disbelief. "Yes he does", Patty replied also with a tone
of disbelief. "Can you hand me that Patty?' my sister asked as she
pointed to an object on the dresser. "Here you are", Patty remarked, as
she handed the object to Kelly. I saw what she was holding, and was not
happy to say the least.
My sister was holding a pacifier. But this was large, for adults.
I didn't know they were made that big. I was shocked and horrified.
"Here. Let's put your binky around your neck, so you don't lose it", my
sister remarked in a taunting and babying voice. The pacifier was tied
to a babyish necklace. My sister and Patty were now helping me down
from the changing table. They were speechless as they stood and stared
at my large toddler appearance. I could feel my face get hot from
embarrassment, as they continued to look me over, and make comments
between each other, as if I weren't even standing there. I then heard
the doorbell ring. "That must be the girls", my sister muttered
devilishly. Kelly told me to stay in the nursery, until it was time to
introduce me to the girls. My sister went over to the dresser, and took
out some baby blankets to lay them on the floor. "Sit down here baby
Jimmy", my sister said with a babyish tone to her voice, as she was
bent down, patting the blanket with her hand. I did as she asked, and
slowly and carefully sat on the baby blankets. She proceeded to the
closet, and brought out some baby toys. "Here. These will keep you
occupied, while Patty and I go and greet the girls", she said joyfully.
They proceeded to the nursery door, and opened it. "Be a good little
baby now", Kelly remarked, as Patty had walked out, my sister following
behind, as she closed the door. Finally, I was alone to ponder my
situation, which wasn't good, by any means.
As I sat on the floor with the babyish blankets beneath my
heavily diapered bottom, I could feel the thick diaper push upward into
my lower tummy, pressing on my bladder. The onsie and the short-alls
must have been causing this, for I could feel a lot of constriction in
my crotch area. I was soon feeling the urge to pee-pee. I ignored the
pressing feeling of my bladder, and decided to look at the toys my
sister had laid out on the floor. Some of these toys I haven't seen
since I was actually a toddler. There was the blue and red ball with
handles on each end that pull it apart, so you can empty the yellow
plastic multiple shaped pieces out. Also, there was a white-colored
stem that had a curved bottom, that you stack multi-colored donut-like
rings on it. I could also see, alphabet blocks. They actually, brought
back fond memories, of my mom playing these games with me, when I was a
toddler. I then proceeded to play with the bounty of toys before me.
The memories were all coming back to me as I played with each toy, and
how I used to love them. It was good to remember the simple and fun
times I had, when I was younger. Meanwhile, my sister was greeting her
friends. I could here commotion going on, while I sat there in the
nursery, as I was now snapping back to reality. I could here my sister
telling everybody hello, and heard the girls say hello to her. It
sounded like a lot of girls. Soon, I was again getting butterflies, and
started to sweat with panic.
"What was to happen to me", I thought to myself. As the girls
started to converse with each other, my sister interrupted them, by
telling them, she had a special surprise for them, and that it wasn't
going to be the same old slumber party that they all are used to. The
girls had a look of anticipation, on their faces. My sister proceeded
to tell the girls, she would show them the surprise; after they get
done eating the pizza my mom had bought for their evening snack. The
girls unloaded their gear, and began to unroll their sleeping bags,
connecting them up together in the middle of the family room floor.
Then, they headed for the kitchen to get the pizza, and bring it back
to their sleeping bags. While they were eating, they began to talk
about what everyone was going to do this summer. Some were going on
trips. Others said they would be just hanging out about the
neighborhood. The girls must have been anxious about the surprise my
sister had for them, for they had mowed over their pizza, and were now
pestering my sister. I was now engrossed in the baby toys my sister had
put down for me, when all of the sudden, the nursery door opened.
Standing there with the door fully opened, my sister, Patty, and four
other friends of hers. They were looking right at me, with their mouths
opened almost to the floor. "Is that your brother, Kelly?" one of the
girls asked in disbelief. "Yes. This is baby Jimmy everybody!" my
sister exclaimed to them, as if to show off her work of art.
The girls stood momentarily, in silence. "He looks like a big
toddler", one of the girl's commented. "He does", another had said, as
if to second the other's comment. "I'm glad you think so ", my sister
responded. "I worked very hard, putting his outfit together", she
continued to say, as if to brag. "He does look very cute", another girl
said, as she smiled and admired him. I couldn't believe my ears. I was
so ashamed to be seen by these girls. All of them now entered the room,
with my sister leading the pack, and walked up to me, standing about,
and stared down at me. "Baby Jimmy", my sister said to me. These are my
friends. This is Angelica; this is Michelle; this is Heather; and this
is Chrissy", my sister said with acknowledgement, as she pointed each
one out, crouched at my side, looking up to everyone from my viewpoint.
I was completely embarrassed at this point. "How come, he's dressed
like a baby?" Heather asked with curiosity. My sister didn't want to
tell them, that she was blackmailing me, so she proceeded to tell them
I lost a bet with her, and this was her prize. Otherwise, she would
look like the cruel little brat that she really is. She doesn't want
that. However, she didn't tell them that I had to wear them to bed for
my wetting problem. I thought that was pretty cool of her. ""Do you
guys have a baby?" Michelle said as to chime in. I thought to myself.
"How is she going to explain this one?" "No. My mom used to baby sit a
while back, and hasn't had time to convert the nursery back to a guest
room", my sister explained, as to anticipate Michelle's next obvious
question as to why we had a nursery. The other girls knew, but Michelle
was the new kid in town. My sister has only known her about 4 months,
and has never been to our house before.
I continued to sit on the floor looking up at the girls as they
walked around the nursery, making compliments on how my mother had
decorated it. The room was light blue, and had little teddy bears and
ABC blocks on the top wall border wallpaper. It was very babyish
indeed. Little did the girls know this was now my baby room. I felt the
pressure in my bladder increase once again, as I sat on the floor, with
the very thick diaper still pressing fiercely into my tummy. I was so
uncomfortable. I sat there silently, and decided to relax my bladder
ever so slightly. I felt immediate relief; as I felt the warm pee, flow
through the front of my diaper, all the while, the girls talking
amongst themselves around the room as if not to pay attention to me.
They wouldn't know any way. What was I worried about? My sister then
told everybody, she wanted to go back to the family room where their
sleeping bags were, and that baby Jimmy (me) was coming with them. The
girls then gathered around me, as my sister told them she has to help
me up because of my huge diaper. They began to giggle in unison. "He's
wearing a diaper too?" Chrissy asked in surprise. "Yes, silly!" All big
babies do", my sister replied matter of fact like. Nobody noticed
before, because I had slightly pulled one of the baby blankets
partially across my lap to try and hide it, when they first came in.
"He is wearing a diaper, guys", Angelica cried out, pointing right at
my bulging crotch, now exposed. "Oh my gosh!" That diaper is so huge",
Heather, replied as she covered her mouth in shock. "Big babies, need
big diapers", mocked Patty. "I thought the baby clothes were bad
enough". Why is he wearing the diaper, Kelly?" asked Chrissy. My sister
told her it was part of the bet. I had to look totally like a baby.
My sister asked Angelica, if she could help her help me up from
the floor. She agreed, and both girls grabbed each arm, and guided me
up from the baby blankets. As I stood there all eyes went to my heavily
diapered crotch, and noticed how it puffed out my short-alls. "Let's go
in the family room baby Jimmy, so the girls can play with you", my
sister said mockingly. With Angelica and Kelly holding each hand, we
left the nursery, and headed for the family room. While heading to the
family room, I couldn't help, but walk with a very pronounced waddle,
which was noticed by everyone else. "He even waddles like a toddler",
remarked Heather. They all started to giggle, once again. I was so
embarrassed and nervous, that I relaxed my bladder again and began to
pee into the diaper, as we continued to walk. Ok. They walked. I
toddled and waddled. I again, stopped the flow of pee, for fear of
soaking the diaper, and them smelling it. I could now feel more warmth
in my crotch as we continued on to the family room. Now in the family
room, I was seated down on one of the soft sleeping bags. I couldn't
begin to imagine, what was in store for me next. "What happens, if he
has to use the bathroom?" He'll have to take all this stuff off, won't
he?" Michelle asked inquisitively, as they were all now seated around
me. "No", my sister quickly snapped. The deal is, that he either has to
hold it in, until baby time is over, or, embarrass himself by going
potty in the diaper", my sister reassuringly said.
Little did they know I had already peed a little bit in the
diaper. "Oh yeah. I almost forgot to tell baby Jimmy another rule. I
will be doing a diaper check, every 30 minutes, to see if he's wet. We
would definitely know if he poopied his pants, though. So, that doesn't
really require a diaper check. A quick whiff, and we will all know what
he did", remarked my sister. I guess, I will start with the first
diaper check now", she said joyfully. I was doomed. When she feels the
wet diaper, I'm going to be humiliated in front of all these girls.
"How will you be able to check his diaper?" asked Chrissy, in a na�ve
tone, as she must have not known anything about babies. "I'll show
you!" exclaimed Kelly, in excitement I might add. Now I'm really
feeling embarrassed, for now my face is ablaze. "Uh oh. I think baby
Jimmy is a little embarrassed", my sister said, acknowledging my now,
crimson-colored cheeks. The girls all began to chuckle. "Ok baby Jimmy.
Lie back for me, so I can check your diaper", she coddled, as if she
were talking to a little baby. I did as I was told, and she helped me
lie back on the soft sleeping bag. She proceeded to point out to the
girls, the snap crotch in my short-alls, and that it gives easy access
for diaper checks and changes. One by one, she unsnapped my crotch.
With that done, she proceeded to pull up the now opened crotch, just
above lower part of my crotch, which now exposed my onsie. "That onsie
is very cute", remarked Angelica. My sister went on to tell them, that
you can unsnap the onsie as well, but, it's not necessary, because it
has elastic legs, and you can put your finger up under the onsie, to
still check the diaper. She continued to say that if I peed a lot, it
would soak down to the bottom of the crotch area, where her finger was
now.
My sister proceeded to stick her finger under the elastic leg of
the onsie, working it down and under the elastic of my plastic pants. I
could feel her cold hand move about my inner leg. With my sister
retreating her finger from my diaper, I was pronounced dry. "Whew!" I
thought to myself. The pee must not have soaked down to the lower
crotch area. The thick diaper saved me. "Well, baby Jimmy had a lot of
soda at dinner. We'll just see how long he can stay dry", Kelly said
devilishly, as she patted the crotch of my onsie. All of the girls
looked at me and smiled as I lay there. She then proceeded to snap the
crotch of my short-alls. My sister then said I should crawl around for
a while, because babies need their exercise. I then rolled over on my
tummy from my back, and got on my hands and knees, with the girls now
looking at my backside to read the sign across my thickly diapered
bottom. "Caution: wide load", Patty said aloud, while I crawled away,
with the girls really laughing now. My sister patted my behind as I
ventured away. I wanted to get out of their sights, so I crawled
towards the couch, and headed around the back of it. Now I could be
alone for a bit. "Don't go too far baby Jimmy. I need to keep my eye on
you", she said in a baby talk sound. I was humiliated. I got off my
hands and knees, and sat there behind the couch for a while. I could
hear the girls go on about their business of girl stuff. After sitting
there about 10 minutes or so, I felt a pressure deep in my tummy. It
was an all too familiar feeling. I had to poop. But, not in my diaper,
I won't. I wouldn't give them the satisfaction.
The pressure in my tummy got a little stronger, so I proceeded to
get back on my hands and knees, and plant my bottom into the heel of my
mountain boot, and hold it in. Now sitting on my heel, with my hands
firmly on my knees, I started the battle with my bowels. My bladder
started in as well. I thought if I relieve the pressure in my bladder,
I'd have better luck with my pending bowel movement. Within a few
minutes, I began to relax my bladder, letting a little pee into the
diaper. I felt the front of my diaper warm, as I let the pee flow in to
the diaper. My bowel spasms got worse. What else could I do? I hunched
up and grabbed the back of the couch, and began to quietly grunt, and
fight back the spasms. Just then, I heard my sister's voice call out
for me, as the room was now quiet. My sister then appeared from the
other side of the couch, and asked what I was doing over here, with her
hands atop her hips. I told her nothing, just as the spasms started to
dissipate. I was feeling much better now. She proceeded to take me by
the hand, and escort me back over to where the girls were sitting. I
waddled back, hand in hand with my sister. I was then plopped back down
on the sleeping bag, in front of the girls. They started baby talking
with me. I think they were warming up to me, and I them. I did think it
was nice to get all that attention from them. The girls continued to
comment about my cute attire I had on, as they tugged about my
clothing. By the look on my sister's face, I could tell she didn't like
this at all.
I think it was time for my sister to punish me further, as she
commented that I looked warm in the short-alls, and said she should
remove them. She said my face looked sweaty and would be best, to make
me more comfortable. My face must have been sweaty from my battle with
my bowels a few minutes ago. "Ok baby Jimmy. Let's get those hot short-
alls off of you", my sister said in a condescending tone. My sister
then reached down to my crotch as I sat, and proceeded to unsnap the
short-alls. She then started unfastening the shoulder straps. Reaching
back down to my bottom, she tugged the backside of the short-alls up,
and proceeded to pull them up and off me. Now I was just sitting there
in my onsie, mountain boots and babyish looking socks. "Does baby feel
much better now?" Kelley said tauntingly. "He looks so much babyish
now", remarked Michelle, as she admired my appearance. I felt another
spasm hit in my bowels. "Not now, in front of the girls", I thought to
myself. A stronger one hit causing my body to twitch. I didn't want to
look obvious, so I asked my sister if I could go play again. "Do you
girls mind, if the baby goes and plays?" my sister said in a maternal
babying tone. They said, they didn't mind. Kelly told me, I still had
to crawl. I got on my hands and knees, and headed for the backside of
the couch again. I got over to the other side, and out of sight.
Once again, I began another battle with my bowels. One big spasm
after another came rolling in. I was in a serious fight now. I crouched
down and grabbed the back of the couch, and began another series of
grunts, as I expelled air to relax. It wasn't working. I could feel it
coming with a force now. It was all over with. As I was crouched behind
the couch, I didn't realize my sister standing at the other end of the
couch watching me. "Do you have to make a poopie, baby Jimmy?" my
sister loudly barked for all to hear. I motioned for her to hush, with
my index finger to my mouth. "Come with me little baby, and sit with
the girls. We need to keep our eyes on you", she said as if she were
talking to a real toddler. She proceeded to take my hand, and help me
up from my strategically positioned bottom atop my heel, to help fight
the pooping of my diaper. As we headed back over to the girls, I fully
relaxed my bladder, and began to flood the diaper, all the way walking.
I could feel the very warm pee, as it fiercely soaked into the diaper,
with the poop soon to follow. Just as we got back to the girls on their
sleeping bags, I gave into my bowels. I stood there holding my sisters
hand, and let out an audible sound of gas from my bottom. Even through
the thick cloth diaper, it was easily heard, as I looked at the faces
of the girls. "Eew. That's gross", Heather said, pinching her nose. The
other girls sat there and laughed.
Knowing that the battle is lost, and how vulnerable I was, I
slightly bent down, my sister still holding my hand, and began to
grunt. "Baby Jimmy is making a poopie for us", my sister cheerfully
said, as I continued to grunt. "His face is red", remarked Angelica,
with a look of surprise on her face. As soon as Angelica made her
remark, another audible sound came from my bottom. This time, it had
company. A giant log started pushing into the diaper as I was slightly
bent forward. I pulled my hand free of my sister's, and dropped to my
hands and knees, and continued pushing the load in my pants. "It's ok
baby Jimmy. Get all those poppies out", my sister teasingly remarked,
as she gently rubbed and patted the seat of my onsie covered, plastic
panted diaper. The girls commented on how big the seat of my diaper was
getting as I kept loading the diaper. My sister began to unsnap the
crotch of my onsie, as I continued pooping my diaper, while I was still
on my hands and knees. When she finished, she pulled the backside of
the onsie up, now exposing the back of my Gerber plastic pants. My
spasms subsided, and I dropped to the sleeping bag, and rolled over on
my back. I lay there in shame as all the girls looked down at me
giggling. I continued to look up and around at all the girl's faces, as
they looked at me in disbelief. "Is he done pooping?" asked Patty, to
my sister. "I think so", replied my sister, with uncertainty in her
tone. "He really loaded his pants", remarked Michelle. "Yes. He
certainly did", my sister responded, as she patted the front of my
crotch, partially covered by the front flap of the onsie. My diaper
hung much lower than my onsie, because it sagged under its massive
contents.
"I think baby Jimmy, might be thirsty after peeing so much. We
don't want baby dehydrated, so I will get him something to drink", she
remarked in a caring voice. My sister asked the girls, to keep an eye
on me. Where was I going? I have a loaded, wet diaper, and I'm
exhausted from battling my bowels. All I could do is lay there like a
real defenseless baby. Kelly got up from the sleeping bag, and
proceeded to the kitchen. The girls just sat there on there knees, and
beamed their eyes downward at me, and marveled at a 13 year old toddler
in a very wet and poopie diaper. Angelica, leaned forward towards me,
and grabbed the front crotch part of my unsnapped onsie, and laid it up
on my tummy. Now my plastic panted diaper was exposed for all to see.
The girls began to giggle again. "How come, you don't wear a disposable
diaper?" asked Heather, inquisitively. I proceeded to explain to her,
that my mom doesn't like what the disposable diapers do to the
environment. "Do you really wear diapers?" asked Chrissy. Now, I
figured at this point, I couldn't be any more humiliated than I already
am, so I told them the truth. "Yes. I have a bladder problem, that
makes me wet when I sleep. My bladder muscles fully relax, when I go
into a deep sleep, and usually, end up peeing the bed. We have tried
everything under the sun to fix my problem, but haven't been able to",
I explained to them. "So now, I have to wear diapers and plastic
pants", I followed up saying.
I continued talking with the girls as I lay there on the sleeping
bag, and my diaper really started stinking at this point. Heather asked
me, why I didn't just take the diaper off to go to the bathroom. I told
her I couldn't, because I can't put it back on. I always stick myself
with the diaper pins, and I can never get the diaper snug enough, and
therefore, my mom has to diaper me before bedtime. "Couldn't Kelly, put
the diaper back on you?" asked Angelica, in an innocent na�ve way. I
proceeded to tell them, that I didn't know if she could, because she
has never diapered me before. "Here we go baby Jimmy", Kelly said in a
maternal tone. A nice bah bah of apple juice", she continued to mock.
"A bottle", I thought to myself. I looked to see my sister had clutched
in her hand, was a baby bottle, full of cold refreshing apple juice. I
was quite thirsty enough. But, drink it from a baby bottle? My sister
walked up to me, and knelt down to my side. I looked at the bottle of
cold refreshment it contained. "Does baby Jimmy want his bah bah?" she
said tauntingly. "Yes he does. Yes he does", she continued to coddle,
as if I were a toddler, all the while, playfully touching the nipple of
the baby bottle to my lips. I hesitantly, slightly parted my lips to
taste a couple drops of the sweet inviting nourishment that had
dribbled from the nipple, and soon gave in as I opened my mouth a
little more, and my sister proceeded to slip the nipple in my mouth.
Kelly kneeled at my side, and held the bottle, as I feverishly drank.
"That's a good boy!' she exclaimed with enjoyment of my humiliation.
The girls once again, began to giggle and coo over me, as I sucked on
the bottle.
"My. We are a thirsty little boy, aren't we?" she said with a
devilish grin on her face. I didn't care. I was so thirsty. I sucked on
the bottle so hard, it was jerking about in my sister's hand. The whole
was so small in the nipple. I couldn't drink it fast enough. "Can baby
Jimmy hold his own bah bah like a big boy?" she taunted. I shook my
head yes in acknowledgement, and I grasped hold of the baby bottle, as
she let go. "What a good boy, baby Jimmy", she remarked. The girls
continued to look on and giggle. With the girls still knelt around at
my side, my sister suggested, they let me finish my bah bah, while they
do their girly stuff. The girls proceeded to stand up, as they turned,
looking back down at me, and headed for my sister's room. I watched
them go as they disappeared from sight, still sucking on the baby
bottle. I was alone at last. Now, the shame of my situation started to
hit me, as I moved my bottom, to feel the massive, stinking load in my
diaper. I could feel the massive log press into my bottom, not to
mention, my warm soaking crotch. I wondered, what was I going to do.
"Was my sister going to change my dirty pants, or was my mom going to
have to do it in the morning?" I thought to myself. My mom is going to
be furious. The last time I accidentally pooped my diaper, I got diaper
punishment for a whole weekend. I certainly, didn't want that. I
continued to lie there pondering my situation, as I drank my bottle. I
started to feel tired. I fought my tiredness, as I continued to drink
the apple juice. Before I knew it I was out like a light.
As I slept, the girls came back in to the family room, where I
was sleeping. "Ah. Look at baby Jimmy. He couldn't fight his sleep, any
longer", cooed Patty. The girls made little comments as I slept with my
head to the side, and the baby bottle hanging off my lips. They sat
down on their sleeping bags, and began to talk low, sometimes giggling
too loud, looking over to see if they woke me, only to see me move
slightly, and began sucking the baby bottle again, as I continued to
sleep. I must have looked a sight. A 13-year-old boy lying there with a
baby bottle hanging from my mouth, wearing a very thick, cloth diaper
with Gerber plastic baby pants, and a babyish onsie, with the crotch
unsnapped, to reveal my soaking wet, loaded diaper. Angelica, asked my
sister if she was going to change me. My sister responded, by saying
she would wake me in a little while, and that the baby needs his sleep.
The girls continued to talk amongst themselves for a while. "Phew!"
Your brother's diaper, really stinks Kelly", Heather remarked, as she
pinched her nose. Kelly crawled over, and covered me with a blanket.
"That should take care of the smell", whispered my sister as she
crawled back over to the girls. "I have an idea", Chrissy lightly
whispered. "Let's get a bowl of warm water, and put your brother's
finger in it. I tried it on my little brother, and it really works!"
exclaimed Chrissy, as she spoke quietly. "He soaked his bed", she
continued to say. My sister said it was a good idea, and went to the
kitchen to fetch some warm water.
My sister soon returned to the family room, with the bowl of warm
water. All the girls huddled around my blanket-covered body, as my
sister set the bowl of water by my hand. She then proceeded to gently,
and quietly lift my hand, and set it in the water. "How will we know if
he pees?" asked Angelica. "I'll pull back the blanket, so we can see
his plastic pants change a darker color when the pee soaks in the
diaper", she reassuringly told them. "His plastic pants are semi-
transparent; so you will be able to see it" she continued to explain.
My sister proceeded to pull the blanket back, and the girls snapped
their heads to the side as the stench of my diaper hit them with a
force. They sat there for a few minutes watching, some of the girls
pinching their noses and soon enough, the fruits of their labor paid
off, as they now saw wet spots quickly appear and disappear, as my
bladder pulsed the pee into the diaper. Quickly, my bladder fully
relaxed, and a steady stream of pee, came rushing into the diaper. The
girls looked in amazement, as a massive wet spot grew under my Gerber
plastic baby pants. The dark spot completely covered the front of my
crotch, and up to the waist of the plastic pants. "That's a very warm
wet diaper", my sister spoke in acknowledgement, as she placed her hand
atop my bulging plastic panted crotch, patting it and giving it little
squeezes. Soon, all the girls wanted to feel the front of my diaper.
Each girl took turns as they patted and squeezed my crotch. They were
simply amazed.
Soon, I began to wake up. I slowly opened my eyes to see the
girls sitting on their knees, huddled around, and looking down at me.
"Did you have a nice little nap, sleepyhead?" my sister said
condescendingly. With that remark, the girls all started laughing at
me. "My, baby Jimmy. It sure looks like you soaked your diaper, during
your little naptime, doesn't it girls", my sister said with a devilish
grin on her face. The girls continued laughing, as they looked down at
me to feel shame. I reached down to my diaper, to feel it was very wet
and warm. I was so embarrassed. I lie there as the girls continued
laughing, and felt a familiar rumble, deep in my tummy. "It can't be",
I thought to myself. Yep. It was another bowel movement. It wasn't
coming just yet, so I didn't worry. They continued to taunt and tease
me, occasionally coddling and cooing over me, as if I were a toddler.
Actually, amidst my embarrassment, I did enjoy the attention. I'd just
wished it wasn't like this. Soon, my sister interrupted the
noisemaking, and told the girls, it was time I got my pants changed.
"Do you know how to change a diaper Kelly?" asked Heather, as her
giggling slowed to a chuckle. "I've seen my mom change diapers before,
when she used to baby sit kids. I'm sure there's nothing to it" she
continued to mutter. She then asked the girls, if they could help her,
get me to the nursery. My sister bent over to grab my shoulders, and
proceeded to sit me up, all the while, the load smashing in the diaper,
as I felt it resist because of it's mass.
My sister asked Angelica, who was closest to my other side, if
she could help her stand me up. Angelica agreed, and both girls grabbed
an arm, and proceeded to lift and guide me up. Now standing, I could
feel the massive load in my diaper, as it sagged heavily between my
legs, below the now opened snap-crotch onsie. We began to take a few
steps and it was very difficult to walk. The massively loaded and
sodden diaper was so swollen; it pushed my legs even further apart,
causing me to walk bow-legged. My sister saw my distress, and proceeded
to bend down at my waist. She noticed the diaper hung past the crotch
of my onsie, and preceded to gently push the diaper upwards, so she
could snap it secure in my diaper shirt. I could now, really feel the
poop, as it nestled gently, but firmly in my bottom and lower crotch. I
looked down to see the diaper puff out all around. I looked so babyish.
Chrissy commented on how puffy my butt and crotch looked from the
loaded diaper, as she carefully examined my babyish state. As my sister
finished snapping the crotch of my diaper shirt, I farted in my load
muffled diaper. The girls broke out in laughter, as I stood there red-
faced. There was more rumbling going on in my tummy. Uh, oh!" Does baby
Jimmy have to make another poopie in his already loaded diaper?" my
sister asked tauntingly. I was starting to feel little spasms.
Kelly then told the girls, she needed to get me to the nursery
before I pooped again. I waddled hand-in-hand with Kelly and Angelica,
as we headed for the nursery. We got to the nursery, and I walked in
with my escorts. I was taken over to the changing table, and was helped
onto it. I climbed up, and lay on my side and slowly turned onto my
back ever so gingerly, to avoid smashing the contents of my diaper any
further. My sister then strapped me down. The changing table had a
strap, to keep babies from rolling off. She must have pulled it too
tight, for it started to put pressure on my tummy, and began to agitate
my bowels. Lying there, I felt the spasms increase, as I told my sister
to loosen the strap. I couldn't do it, because she had strapped my arms
down under it. I tried to position my hands on the strap to loosen it,
but I couldn't reach it. Just then, my sister started to talk calmly to
me. "Go ahead, and make poopies in your pants, baby Jimmy. It's ok
now", she said in a coddling tone, now rubbing my tummy. She
deliberately, strapped my arms down, so I couldn't get the diaper off
in time to use the toilet. That little witch knew exactly what she was
doing. I then began to yell out to the other girls to help me, but my
cries went unanswered. I then felt a stronger spasm in my bowels, and
called my sister a bitch. "Little babies, are not supposed to use that
kind of language, young man", she said in a motherly tone. "Help!" I
cried out. I have had enough of the torture.
My sister asked Patty, to bring her the little bag that was
sitting on the dresser. Patty snatched it up, and brought it to my
sister. Kelly stuck her hand in the bag, and I looked as she pulled it
out. It was a large pacifier. It was much bigger than a toddler's. She
then proceeded to stick it in my mouth to hush my cries. I spat it out,
and began to yell again. Once again, she stuck it in my mouth, but this
time, held it there. She told Heather to fetch some bandage tape that
was in the bathroom sink drawer. Heather went and fetched it, and
quickly returned to the nursery and handed it to my sister. She
instructed Heather to hold the pacifier in my mouth by placing her
finger through the ring, while my sister proceeded to take the white
medical tape, and place it over the front of the pacifier, and make
several trips around my head, holding the binky, secure in place. With
my mouth now gagged with an adult sized binky, my cries were muffled.
My tummy began to spasm again. I lifted my shoulders off the table, and
began to grunt through the pacifier gag. I continually, off and on,
would lift my shoulders and bend upward to fight my inevitable bowel
movement. Some of the girls were laughing, as I continued farting with
each spasm. My sister kept lowering me back on to the table, when I
would lift up slightly to grunt and fight. "Its no use to fight it baby
Jimmy. Every baby has to poopie his pants sooner or later," she said
reassuringly, as she patted my soaked crotch. With one last effort, I
drew my legs upward, as they were not strapped down, and again
attempted to overt the inevitable.
My efforts were futile, as I expelled a really loud blast from my
bottom, and lowered my legs back to the table, and gave in to the
pressure. I fully relaxed my bowels, as they involuntarily convulsed,
and began to expel it's raging contents. I gave out a grunting sigh, as
the girls looked on to see me surrender to my bowels. I could now feel
the massive log start pushing in my diaper, as it met up with the other
massive log that had been incubating for a couple of hours. Soon, I
could feel the seat of my diaper expand, as my tummy shrank. My crotch
got tighter as the diaper kept pushing downward. With my legs slightly
propped up, the girls could see my diaper expand as it was filling to
capacity. "Look at the seat of his diaper!" exclaimed Angelica. My
sister took notice, and proceeded to unsnap the crotch of my onsie.
"There, that should make baby Jimmy's pooping, much easier"; she mocked
as she gave a reassuring pat between my legs on my loaded bottom. My
bowels broke loose again, and the rest was coming. I then lost control
of my bladder as I started loading the diaper again, because of the
fully relaxed state I was in. The pee was pouring in the diaper with a
vengeance, as now, you could hear it hissing under my plastic pant
barrier, as it puddle in the diaper. My sister took notice quickly, and
jerked the opened onsie upward to expose the river of pee hitting the
backside of the plastic pants, and gave the girls a show. They were
awestruck. It was now all over, as I slightly twitched on the table, to
get the last of it out. "
"Are you all done, baby Jimmy?" my sister asked casually, looking
down at me with a shaming smirk. I began to sob in defeat. "There,
there, baby Jimmy. It's ok for babies to make poppies in their pants,
because that's what the diaper's for", my sister said in a giggling and
patronizing tone. Her friends were really laughing, now. "I think its
time to change baby Jimmy's poopie, wet pants girls", she announced to
them. I was so humiliated at this point. "What is going on here?" a
familiar voice said from the doorway of the nursery. I turned my head
to the side as I lay on the table, looking between the girls standing
about, to see my mom standing there with a glare in her eyes as she
stood at the doorway. I was in big trouble. From the looks of things, I
think my sister was too. There was no way she was getting out of this
one. Finally, my sister was caught in her evilness. My mom strolled
towards the changing table I laid upon, as the girls parted like the
Red Sea, and got a good look at her 13 year old in a very babyish
state. "What do we have here?" she said in a demanding tone, all the
while looking around at the girls and then turning her head back to
look down at me, her head tilted to the side and her hands on her hips.
"Mmm� Mmm�" was all I could mutter through the pacifier gag in my
mouth. "Please tell me that smell isn't what I think it is or somebody
pooped his pants", she said in disgust as she beamed her eyes downward
at me. "Mom I", was all Kelly could get out of her mouth as my mom cut
her off mid sentence. "Did you poop your pants young man?" she
demandingly asked, her hands still atop her hips. She looked down at me
as I tried to talk through the gag in my mouth. "I can't believe you
pooped your pants in front of your sister's friends Jimmy", she said
with a tone of disappointment.
My mom stood there and shook her head in disbelief as the girls
stood in silence. She didn't even attempt to remove the pacifier gag in
my mouth. "You should be ashamed of yourself, young man", she said as
she continued to admonish me of my childish behavior. "Where did you
get a diaper shirt that big to fit you?" she asked inquisitively. "I
bought it for him. It was supposed to be a gift for Christmas, but I
decided to give it to him early, instead", my sister sheepishly
remarked. "Where did you buy that, Kelly?" asked my mom, again in
curiosity. She continued to ask my sister, why she would buy such a
thing and my sister responded by saying it was only supposed to be a
joke because of me having to wear diapers like a little baby. My sister
continued to tell my mom she bought it from a place on the internet
that sells baby style clothing for adults. She also told her of the
other stuff she had bought for me. Somehow, my sister had stumbled
across this website and thought it would be cute to buy that stuff for
me. I'm sure it had to be expensive for a girl who is only 11 years
old, on a very small allowance to boot. She then told my mom how she
had saved her allowance to buy something for herself, but instead,
bought that stuff for me. After hearing how much all that stuff cost, I
did think that was pretty generous of her. I would rather she bought me
a Playstation game instead, though. "Phewee! That diaper really stinks.
I need to get you changed Jimmy", my mom said reassuringly as she
daintily fanned the front of her face.
"Mom. This is all my fault. I made Jimmy dress like this, or I
would tell everybody what had happened at Tony's house. I feel really
bad", she continued to say. I was shocked beyond belief. My sister was
actually copped to the whole thing. Her friends were shocked to find
out she made me wear the diaper and not because I lost a bet. "I hope
you guys don't think I'm evil or anything", she pleaded to them. The
girls appeared to be forgiving. My mom on the other hand, didn't seem
very forgiving. She scolded my sister in front of her friends. I guess
she knows what it feels like when the shoe is on the other foot. "I
can't believe, you would allow your sister to do this in front of her
friends, Jimmy. Do you enjoy these girls watching you act like a baby,
by pooping and wetting your pants?" she said as to now scold me in
front of everybody. I tried to explain, but it was a little difficult
with a gag in my mouth. "You do remember what happened last time you
pooped your pants, don't you?" she said reaffirmately stated. I surely
did as I shook my head yes in acknowledgement. I got diaper punishment
for a whole weekend. I couldn't use the bathroom at all. It was off
limits. I had to use the diapers like a little baby. I was also put in
extra thick diapers to remind me of my punishment. It was very
humiliating. Instead of asking if I went potty in my pants, she would
perform a diaper check just like she would with a baby. She would
summon me over to her and she would pull my sweats partially down just
past my crotch and stick her finger up under the leg band of my plastic
pants to see if I had wet. Also, she would cup her hand on my bottom to
see if I had pooped, or she would lean downward to the seat of my
diaper and sniff, or sometimes, she would grasp the back of my
waistband, and peer down the back of my diaper. It was very
humiliating.
"Ok Kelly. Since you claim responsibility for this, you are going
to help me change your brother's diaper. We are going to need a warmed,
wet washcloth, baby wipes, baby oil, baby powder, diapers, and a pair
of clean rubber pants, which are in the laundry room. I had to wash
your brothers rubber pants, because he had none left. I've used the
same pair for the last three diaper changes, because I didn't get
around to the wash the past couple of days". The girls just stood there
in awe as they watched my mom speak with authority. My mom instructed
my sister to get my plastic pants (she called them rubber pants,
because I guess those were in her days). My mom retrieved the other
items, which were underneath the changing table. Soon, my sister
returned with my plastic pants. "I guess I should ask why there is a
very large pacifier taped in your brothers mouth, and also why he is
strapped down, but I really don't want to know because I am very upset
with you and your brother". I tried to tell her, but all I could do is
mumble with the gag in my mouth. "Hush up. I don't want to hear it. I
am very tired, and need to get you changed", she responded in despair.
I tried to tell my mom that I needed to pee again. The apple juice
needed to come out. My bladder was full again. If she could get this
diaper off me, I could make it to the bathroom. She ignored me as she
continued gathering the things she needed. I lifted my shoulders off
the table and mumbled loudly as possible through the pacifier in my
mouth, to get my moms attention. My eyes grew bigger as I felt the
pressure in my bladder get stronger.
The attention of the girls was to my mom as she spoke to them
about what was going on. I fidgeted about on the table, or about as
much as I could, being strapped down. I started to move my legs around
on the vinyl-covered table pad, catching the attention of my mom. She
turned to look down at me with a glare, and asked if I needed to go
potty, as she watched my legs lash about on the changing table pad. I
shook my head yes, as well as mumbled into the pacifier gag. "You're
going to have to wait until I can get that dirty diaper off of you. I
don't want you making a mess. By the looks of the bulge in the seat of
your diaper, it's going to take a couple of minutes to get you
cleaned", she said as she acknowledged the state of my diaper with my
legs in a bent position on the table. I continued to protest through my
gagged mouth and my mom told my sister it was time I get changed. "Ok,
Mr. Poopy Pants. Let's get you changed", my mom remarked
condescendingly with a slight smirk on her face. Now you can see whom
my sister gets it from. It's tough to be the only boy in the family. I
couldn't hold it anymore. I became more fidgety as I lay there. "Calm
down. Stop being so mellow-dramatic, Jimmy", my mom said demandingly as
she placed her hand atop my pee-soaked diapered crotch and began to
gently pat it. All of the girls looked at me as my mom attempted to
soothe me. "My. We really soaked our diaper, didn't we? I even put
extra diapers on you at your request. You really called that one,
Jimmy" my mom said with a slight chuckle.
I was so embarrassed that my mom was talking to me this way in
front of my sister's friends. "I guess we'll need more diapers next
time", she continued to say as to mock me. As soon as she said that, I
moved my legs about on the table, as if to do the pee-pee dance in a
lying position. "I can't change you Jimmy, if you keep moving your legs
around like that", my mom said with a tone of angst. Out of anger of
still being strapped down and gagged, I completely relaxed my body and
gave in to my bladder once again. I felt the warm pee rush into the
diaper. As I flooded the diaper, an audible hissing noise could be
heard as the pee made contact with the front underside or my plastic
pants, and formed a very large dark spot, my mom acknowledging as she
felt the warmth of my crotch, with her hand still atop the front of my
plastic-panted diaper. "You couldn't hold it until I got you cleaned
up, Jimmy?" my mom pleaded. "You are such a little baby", she
continued, as to scold me. She said I did that, just to spite her and
she was right. I was angry at the way she treated me. I forced the rest
of the pee out for good measure. "Is the little baby done making his
pee-pee?" she mocked as she patted the front of my diaper.