OOPS
PART
ONE
Andrew
woke up this morning to his usual dry bed and wet diaper. He had been using
diapers to hide the fact that he started wetting the bed again. "I'm ten
years old why am I wetting the bed again." he thought to himself. He
hurriedly ripped off his diaper before his parents found out and got dressed
for the day. He walked out to the kitchen where his mother was reading one of
her novels. "Why, hello Andrew, you're up awfully late this morning.
Aren’t you excited to see your aunt for the first time?" Andrew's eye's
went wide. "Oh no, I forgot to pack." "Well what were you doing
all day yesterday, playing? Just hurry up. We leave in a couple hours."
Andrew
ran back to his room to get packed. He packed some toys a lot of clothes and
plenty of diapers for the nights. As he was leaving his room, he realized that
it was a long car ride, so he put on a diaper just in case. Andrew loved
wearing his diaper, he just wished he didn't have to hide it.
After
a quick breakfast, Andrew was rushed out the door to the car for the long ride
to his aunt's house. He wondered what she'd be like, would she be mean or nice.
He was soon fast asleep and soon wearing a very wet diaper. When they finally
arrived, his dad picked up Andrew out of the car. He carried him into his
aunt’s house, and handed him to his aunt. "OK here are his suitcases,
every thing he needs should be in here, I'm sorry we have to run but the train
leaves in a half-hour whether we're there or not." his dad said in a
hurry. "Don't worry I've baby-sat children his age before." Andrew's
aunt said in reply. "You know what to do right?" Andrew's mom asked.
"Yes I do. Don't worry he'll be fine here. You guys have a nice
trip."
His
aunt carried Andrew up to the bedroom he'd be starting out in, gently laying
him on the bed and began to undress him. She untied his shoes, pulled his socks
off his feet. She then unbuttoned his jeans and gently pulled them off to
reveal his soaked diaper. "Oh!" she said in surprise, then stuck her
finger into the crotch. "Just as I thought, soaked." she then picked
him up and carried him to her old nursery and laid him on the changing table.
She put his wrists in the arm restraints and proceeded to change his diaper.
PART
TWO
Andrew
finally woke up the next morning. He looked to his left to find he was in a
crib with the side raised. He grabbed the cover to throw them off but it
wouldn't move, he looked down to discover it wasn't a cover, it was a footed
sleeper. "OH NO!" he thought, "She undressed me and saw my diaper."
He had to get out of there, he sat up and discovered his diaper was soaked, he
started to cry. "Did she change me or not?" he wondered. He didn't
have time to think as his aunt entered the room. "How's my baby boy
doing?" she said in a motherly tone. She picked up a pacifier and inserted
it into his mouth and pinned it to his shirt by a ribbon. He was so stunned he
didn't know what to do, he began sucking on the pacifier without even realizing
it. His aunt lowered the crib rail, picked him up and laid him on the changing
table and strapped his wrists. Andrew felt helpless as she unzipped his
sleeper. She untapped the diaper to reveal that he had also pooped in it during
his nap. He was so stunned that he began helplessly peeing. His aunt raised the
diaper back up. "Oh, how cute." she said. When Andrew finished his
aunt wiped the poop off him with the front of the diaper, grabbed him by the
ankles then cleaned him with a baby wipe. She rubbed baby oil on him and slid a
fresh diaper under him. She powdered his bum, crotch, and between his legs. She
lowered his bottom to the diaper and tapped it up. She zipped up the sleeper,
unstrapped his wrists, and carried him downstairs. He was so embarrassed, but
couldn't say anything because of the pacifier, and couldn't take it out because
his aunt was holding him so that his arms were trapped. His aunt brought him to
the kitchen for breakfast and sat him in a highchair. "So can you feed
yourself or do I feed you?" Andrew didn't know what to say, he had always
wanted to be fed, but wasn't sure if he should say yes. After a few moments of
thinking his aunt said, "Well I guess I can feed you." She sat down
in front of him, took the pacifier out of his mouth, and spooned some baby food
to him. It was so much fun that Andrew didn't want to stop. After breakfast she
carried Andrew into the living room, sat down on the couch, laid Andrew on her
lap and stuck a bottle of formula in his mouth. He was so comfortable he didn't
want to move from that spot, the formula eventually made him sleepy. His aunt
carried him upstairs and laid him in the crib.
PART
THREE
Andrew
woke up a few hours later with a soaked diaper. He climbed out of the crib and
walked over to a mirror. "I'm so cute." he thought to himself. He
left the room and went downstairs. He noticed how cozy and warm the footed
sleeper really was. He found his aunt sitting on the couch watching t.v.
"How's my little baby?" she asked. He walked over to her and she
pulled him to her lap. "So, are you enjoying your stay?" Andrew
nodded yes. Andrew then asked "Why am I being treated like a baby?"
"Because you are, aren't you?" "No." "Then why did you
let me treat you like one?" she asked. "Because it's fun."
"Oh." she replied, "Then why were you wearing a diaper when you
got here?" "Because I wet the bed." Andrew said ashamed.
"Well that's a very good idea. But why didn't your mommy or daddy tell me
you wet the bed." "Because they don't know." "Oh I
see." his aunt said.
She
waited for Andrew to ask her to take his diaper off, but after a few minutes of
silence she asked, "Well then, do you need to be changed?" Andrew
nodded yes and his aunt carried him upstairs. She unzipped the sleepers and
removed them. His aunt laid him on the changing table and strapped him in at
the wrists. "Why do I have to be strapped in?" "So you don't
fall off and hurt yourself." she replied then put his pacifier back in his
mouth. She proceeded to change Andrew's wet diaper. When she pulled the front
down, she could see Andrew's little boy hard on, she grabbed his ankles lifting
his bottom off the table so she could pull the diaper from under his bottom.
She wiped his crotch and bum with a baby wipe and slid three cloth diapers
under him. "I think we should use cloth from now on." Andrew nodded
his head in agreement. She then oiled him up and spread powder on his butt. She
lowered his bottom to the diapers, then sprinkled baby powder on his crotch.
She pulled the diapers up between his legs and pinned them extra snugly. His
aunt then poked his feet through the plastic pants and pulled them up to his
knees. She then lifted his bottom off the table by his ankles and pulled the
plastic pants over his thick diapers. She unstrapped his arms and stood him on
the floor. She put him back into his sleeper. Andrew started crawling around
the room until he found some toys to play with. He sucked on his pacifier while
he played. While he was playing, he felt the urge to poop, he got up to use the
bathroom but stopped himself. He then went about playing and relaxed his
bowels, his poop slid out of his butt while he enjoyed the feeling. Unknown to
him, his bladder released as he enjoyed the feeling of filling his diaper.
After awhile he decided to go explore the
house since he had not had the chance to yet. He waddled out of the room to the
hallway then into another hallway. After a while of waddling around, it started
to look so strange to him, he felt lost he started to cry. His aunt heard him
and came to his rescue. "What's wrong baby, it's all right I'm here.
What's wrong?" She said picking him up. "I g-got lost." he said
then buried his head in her shoulder. "It's all right baby. I’m
here." His aunt carried Andrew back downstairs and sat him on her lap
while she watched T.V. He snuggled into her shoulder as they sat together. His
aunt produced a baby bottle of formula and pushed the nipple into Andrew's
mouth. He happily sucked on the bottle as he fell asleep. His aunt carried him
upstairs and laid him on the changing table and removed his sleeper. She then
pulled the plastic pants down and unpinned his diaper. She removed most of the
poop with the front of the diaper, then wiped his crotch off with a baby wipe.
She grabbed his ankles in her hand and pushed his legs back against his chest
lifting his bottom off the diaper. She wiped his bottom with another baby wipe,
then oiled and powdered him up. She slid four fresh diapers under him and
pulled his legs back toward her, letting his bum set down on the diaper. She
pinned them on him, then carefully pulled his plastic pants back up. It was a
hot night so she laid him in the crib in just his diapers and tucked him in.
PART
FOUR
Andrew
woke up and found he was still holding the empty bottle in his mouth. He took
it out and laid it next to him. He put the pacifier in his mouth and sucked on
it. He noticed a mobile hanging above the crib and started playing with it. His
aunt heard him on the baby monitor and came in. "How's my little baby
today?" She said as she walked over and checked Andrew's diaper. She laid
him on the changing table and changed him into three fresh diapers. She put him
in a light blue footed romper suit and carried him downstairs for some
breakfast. She fed him then gave him his bottle. Andrew waddled into the living
room and turned on some cartoons. His aunt then placed him into the playpen she
set up earlier. Andrew played with the toys that were in the playpen while he
watched some Care Bears cartoons.
After
an hour Andrew's aunt came and picked him up out of the playpen. She grabbed
her purse and Andrew's diaper bag then headed out to the car. His aunt put
Andrew in a car seat. He fit even though she had to improvise with the straps
and that Andrew's legs hung out pretty far. Then his aunt surprised him when
she unsnapped a flap on each wrist, pulled them over his hands, then zipped
them shut. "That's so you don't mess with anything you're not supposed
to." she explained. Andrew felt helpless, but wasn't mad. He examined them
and found they were so thick he could not even feel his other hands through
them, much less take off his rompers. He wanted to say something but he
couldn't get his pacifier out, he tried messing with the car seat straps but
the padding was too thick. He realized his aunt was right about them. Then he
realized that he was totally dependant on his aunt.
They
pulled into a mall parking lot and hunted for a parking space. His aunt found
one and carefully pulled into it. She gathered their bags, undid Andrew from
the car seat, and carried him to the mall. When they got inside his aunt placed
Andrew in one of the larger strollers, which he fit in much better than the car
seat. His aunt wheeled him around the mall as she looked. They stopped at
clothes stores, baby stores, and a grocery store which was located in the mall.
Suddenly Andrew had to pee, he decided to hold it so his aunt wouldn't change
him in the mall. The pressure kept rising until his bladder just let go and he
soaked his diaper. His aunt saw the ashamed look on Andrew's face, so she
checked his diaper. "Well, I think baby needs a change." His aunt
said. She wheeled Andrew to the ladies room, unstrapped him, and lifted him
onto a changing table. She pulled on some snaps between his legs and proceeded
to change his diaper. This made Andrew wonder if she would ever take his romper
suit off. After his aunt finished, she put him back in the stroller and
strapped him in. She pulled a baby bottle out of his diaper bag, removed his
pacifier, then replaced it with the bottle. Andrew had to hold the bottle with
both hands because of the romper's padding. He was wheeled around while he
sucked on the bottle. Finally it was time to leave his aunt wheeled him to the
door, picked him up, and carried him to the car. Again she strapped him in the
car seat and placed his diaper bag next to him. On the way back to his aunt's
house Andrew had to poop. He decided not to push it, just let it come out on
it's own. He felt the poop push it way out, but it stopped when it reached his
diaper. Suddenly he began peeing in his diaper and couldn't stop, that took his
mind completely off his poop. Andrew started getting upset. "What's
happening to me?" he wondered, then wondered if his aunt was trying to
turn him into a baby.
When
they arrived back at Andrew's aunt's house, his aunt unstrapped him from the
car seat. When she picked him up his poop pushed its way out of his butt and
into the diaper. Andrew couldn't believe what was happening to him. He peed and
pooped his diaper without wanting to. He was carried into the nursery and laid
in the crib tucked him in for a nap. "Okay baby, you just go to sleep, you
must be tired." his aunt said as she left the room. But before he went to
sleep Andrew managed to spit the pacifier out. He decided to ask her what she
was doing to him when she woke him up. A little while later his aunt came to
check on him. She found the pacifier laying next to him and decided that
something must be done about it. She attached a strap to the pacifier which
went around the back of his head to keep it from falling out.
PART
FIVE
Andrew
woke up and found that he was naked except for a pamper laid over his crotch.
He also noticed that his pacifier was back in his mouth, but did not notice the
strap. He looked up to see his aunt entering the room. She pulled him up to
her, placed her hand over the pamper and lifted him up. Andrew felt the
familiar warmth of a newly wet diaper as he was carried to the bathroom. His
Aunt stood him on the floor, pulled the pamper off his crotch, and put him in
the tub. As soon as his aunt turned her back Andrew tried to pull the pacifier
out of his mouth. But it wouldn't come out when he pulled on it. "No!
Don't mess with that, baby." his aunt said as she pushed his hands down
under the water. She placed her hand over his face, then poured water over his
head. She lathered baby shampoo into his hair. When she reached the strap
around his head, she undid it, placed her hand over the pacifier, and rubbed in
the shampoo. Andrew was surprised, but at least he knew why the pacifier didn't
come out when he pulled on it. His aunt refastened the strap, covered his face,
and poured water over his head. She stood him up in the tub and began washing
the rest of his body. Andrew enjoyed having himself washed and also liked the
attention from his aunt.
After
his bath was finished, Andrew was wrapped in an extra large towel, carried to
the nursery, and laid on the changing table. His aunt dried him with the towel,
pinned a diaper on him, and put him in his romper suit. She led him downstairs,
sat him in his playpen, then turned on the T.V. Andrew found himself watching
Barney. He didn't know why but, he always liked that show. He hummed along with
the songs as he played with the toys. After the show was over Andrew climbed
out of the playpen and looked for his aunt. He was startled when his aunt met him
at the bottom of the stairs. "Hi baby, do you need something?" she
said as she led him to the kitchen. Andrew was wetting his diaper as his aunt
led him, but Andrew didn't really notice his diaper becoming heavier. He was
too busy wondering why his aunt asked him a question when he couldn't take his
pacifier out to answer her. Then his aunt set a bottle on the table in front of
him, unstrapped his pacifier, and pulled it out for him. She carefully stuck
the nipple in his mouth and placed his hands on it. She began preparing some
baby food for him. Andrew sucked on the bottle for a while then pulled it out
if his mouth and asked, "Why are you treating me like this?"
"What do you mean, sweetie?" She asked. "Are you trying to turn
me into a baby?" Andrew asked. "Well actually." she started as
she sat down with a bowl of lamb, green beans, and applesauce, and began spoon
feeding him. "You were already a baby when you got here. I just helped you
act like the toddler you really are." She explained while she spooned the
baby food into his mouth. "But....I don't want to have to wear diapers all
the time." Andrew said between spoonfuls. "Sure you do sweetie. All
babies like diapers. You're just afraid to admit it." She said bluntly.
Andrew didn't know what to say so he just sat there silently. "See, you
can't deny it." his aunt declared. "But what about my pacifier, do I
have to suck on it all the time?" he inquired. "You haven't used it
in a while. I just wanted to make sure you got used to it again. But don't
worry I think you're plenty used to it now so you can suck on it whenever you
want, and take it out anytime you want. But only if you promise to suck on it
most of the time. Okay?" she urged. "OK." Andrew replied.
When
she finished feeding Andrew, his aunt gave him his bottle back and left the
room. She came back with a pacifier attached to a cord with. She pinned the
cord to his rompers with a diaper pin. "That's so you don't ever lose
it." She said as she took the empty bottle from him. She told him into the
living room. He went straight to his playpen and climbed in. After awhile his
aunt came in to check on him, she found that he had put the pacifier back in
his mouth and was sucking on it. She picked Andrew up, stood him on the floor,
and checked his diaper. "Looks like you need a change, baby," She
said. Andrew was in shock as he was carried upstairs by his aunt, he couldn't
remember wetting his diaper. He was laid on the changing table and the snaps in
his crotch were undone. After she changed him his aunt unzipped the flaps
covering his hands, pulled them off, then asked, "Can I trust you without
these on?" Andrew nodded yes. "Okay then, but if you get in any
trouble you'll be punished." she warned. "OK." Andrew said as he
waddled over to some toys in the nursery.
After
an hour his aunt came in and announced that it was time for bed. "Bedtime
already?" Andrew whined. "Yes already." His aunt replied as she
picked him up and laid him in the crib. She unfastened two snaps in his crotch
and checked his diaper. "Just a little wet." She announced, then
pulled out Andrew's pacifier and replaced it with a bottle. Andrew held the
bottle in one hand and clutched a teddy bear in the other.
PART
SIX
Andrew
woke up to the sun shining through the window. He sat up in bed to find he was
in a dry diaper. This confused Andrew, "I was in a wet diaper last night
and I had to have wet it last night." he thought. Then it dawned on him
that his aunt must have changed him. By the time he was done contemplating this
he had wet his diaper. Andrew climbed out of the crib and landed on the floor
with a soft thud. But before he reached the door his aunt opened it, startling
him to the point of wetting his diaper even more. "Well hello baby, how
did you sleep?" she asked. Andrew removed his pacifier and replied "I
slept great." He was offered a bottle by his aunt. Andrew put the bottle
in his mouth and sucked on it as his aunt picked him up and carried him
downstairs for breakfast. She prepared a baby food breakfast of eggs, bacon,
and mixed fruit. She sat down in front of Andrew, gently pulled the bottle from
his mouth, and began spooning him the baby food. "So baby, what would you
like to do today?" She asked. Andrew just shrugged his shoulders as he
took another spoonful. "How about we go to the park?" she offered.
"OK!" Andrew replied excitedly.
After
breakfast his aunt gave Andrew his bottle back then carried him upstairs. On
the way up she heard a muffled fart then watched as Andrew's face turned red.
"I have to change your diaper already? I just changed you a half hour
ago." His aunt stated. Andrew noticed that his poop was softer than usual
and thought maybe that was why he pooped without any control. She laid him on
his changing table, removed his romper suit, then checked his diaper. "You're
wet as well." She announced. His aunt changed his diaper, putting extra
pins in to make sure they didn't fall off. She then dressed him in a blue and
green striped shirt and a pair of shortalls with cartoon characters on them.
She sat Andrew back on the changing table, then put a pair of socks on his feet
followed by a pair of sandals with Blue's Clues on them. She fastened the
sandals and picked Andrew up off the changing table. She carried him downstairs
and out to the car. Andrew was strapped into the car seat and they were on
their way. A few minutes later they arrived at a nearby park. Andrew saw that
the park was pretty crowded he decided to take his pacifier out. "You
don't have to be ashamed of being a baby" his aunt explained. "But,
all the kids will laugh at me if I suck on this." Andrew replied holding
up his pacifier. "Well, it's up to you whether you use that or not."
she said as she pulled him from the carseat and stood him by the car. Andrew
stuck the pacifier in his pocket while his aunt closed and locked the door.
She led him over toward the playground by the
hand. "So baby, what would you like to do first?" his aunt asked.
"I wanna go on the swings." he replied. "Okay, baby." she
replied and led him over to the swings. His aunt pushed him on the swing for
awhile. After his aunt got tired of pushing him, Andrew went to play on the
jungle gym. His aunt watched as he ran around with the other kids, but mostly
ones younger than him. The kids didn't seem to notice his diaper, or at least didn't
say anything. After awhile Andrew came back over to his aunt and asked if she
was ready to push him on the swing some more. She replied yes, and led him over
to the swing set. This time his aunt put Andrew in one of the larger baby
swings and fastened all three safety belts. Andrew looked around nervously, but
saw that no one had noticed yet. His aunt pushed Andrew higher than he had ever
been before. He was having the time of his life and didn't want it to end.
After awhile, his aunt was tired again. She
decided it was time to check Andrew's diaper. She took him out of the swing,
stood him on the ground, and reached down into his shortalls. This got some
curious looks from a few kids who stopped what they were doing and watched.
When his aunt pronounced him wet, she led him over to the blanket she had laid
out. She dropped his shortalls down to his ankles and laid him on a blanket.
Kids started to gather. Then one noticed that Andrew had on a diaper, he
started laughing and the rest of the kids giggled at Andrew. His aunt was fed
up, she stood up, gave the kids a wicked look, and told them to leave or else.
The kids got the hint and were out of there in an instant. She returned to
changing Andrew in the nice and loving care, as if nothing happened. Andrew
suddenly felt very secure around his aunt and didn't want to leave her side.
She had him lift his legs as she pulled the dirty diaper out from under his
bottom, she laid it beside him while she cleaned him off. When Andrew saw the
brown spot on the back of the diaper, his eyes almost popped out of his head.
"I don't remember pooping!" he said in shock. His aunt then popped a
bottle in Andrew's mouth and said "Don't worry about that, baby." She
finished diapering him and sat him up on the blanket. She decided he didn't
need the shortalls any more so she removed them from his ankles and placed them
in his diaper bag. His aunt pulled Andrew over to her and laid his head in her
lap she took hold of the bottle and held it for Andrew as the watched the
clouds, birds, and other kids playing. Andrew saw that some kids looked over at
them every now and then.
When
Andrew finished the bottle his aunt pulled a pacifier out of the diaper bag and
put it in Andrew's mouth. She picked him up, placed him on her hip and carried
him to the car. She went back to collect the rest of their stuff and was back
in no time. Andrew had buckled himself into the car seat by the time his aunt
returned. "Good boy!" she said and gave him a little kiss on the
cheek. They were back at his aunt's house before he knew it. His aunt carried
him inside and straight up to the nursery for a nap. She tucked him in and gave
him a teddy bear to hold.
But
after a little while Andrew found that he wasn't tired. He climbed out of bed
and walked downstairs. His aunt saw him waddling around, "What are you
doing down here, young man?" she said sternly. "I...I couldn't
sleep." He said timidly. "You know what I said about getting in
trouble, right?" she asked as she picked him up. "I'm going to be
punished?" he sighed. "I'm afraid so." she said as she sat him
on the changing table and stripped him to his diaper. She walked to the closet
and pulled a box off the top shelf. She pulled a red sleeper out of the box.
The sleeper had the same flaps over the hands but no legs. Instead it had a
large pouch with a zipper on the bottom. "I'm sorry I have to do
this." his aunt said while she unzipped the bottom and slipped it over
Andrew's head. She laid him back on the changing table, pulled the bottom of
the sleeper down, tucked his feet inside, then zipped it shut. She also put the
strap back on Andrew's pacifier. She picked him up, laid him in the crib, and
raised the side. Andrew examined the sleepers. The pads over his hands were
even thicker than the other one, but he couldn't find any zipper, snaps, or any
thing that would allow the flaps to come off. The bottom of the sleeper came
down a little past his knees so he couldn't straighten his legs out. The bottom
zipper was heavy-duty, so Andrew would never be able to rip it. After a bit
more struggling Andrew relaxed and soon fell asleep.
PART
SEVEN
Andrew
woke up an hour later to a wet and soiled diaper. He tried to grab the crib
rail but his hand slipped right off. He suddenly remembered what he was in. He
started to cry but the pacifier kept it to a quiet whimper. After a half hour
Andrew fell back asleep, his aunt came in soon after. He awoke when his bottom
was lifted off the changing table. Andrew was still half-asleep and just laid
there in a daze. He didn't quite know what was happening, but when the diapers
were pinned on him he was shocked into reality. The plastic pants were slid up
over his diapers and his feet were tucked back in the sleepers. His aunt picked
him up and carried him downstairs to his playpen. She undid the strap on his
pacifier and stuck a bottle in his mouth. Andrew sucked on the bottle and
wrapped his hands around it. When his aunt saw that he had taken the bottle,
she went to the couch and watched some t.v. After a minute Andrew dropped the bottle,
he tried to pick it up but couldn't. He looked up and saw his aunt standing
over him. She pulled a chair up next to him, picked up the bottle, and stuck it
in his mouth. She held it for him while they watched t.v. When Andrew finished
his bottle, his aunt pulled it from his mouth. His aunt immediately replaced it
with his pacifier. After her show was over his aunt picked Andrew up out of the
playpen and carried him to the kitchen for dinner. She tried to sit him in a
highchair she just put in the kitchen but his legs were crossed in the sleeper
and wouldn't fit between the arms. She laid Andrew on the table, unzipped the
bottom of the sleepers, and pulled his legs out. She sat him in the highchair
and snapped the tray in place. She prepared some baby for him and set it on the
tray in front of Andrew. She also made him a bottle of juice, then sat down in
front of the highchair. She began spoon feeding him some spinach and bland
roast beef. Andrew didn't like it but he was so hungry since he only had a bottle
since breakfast that he ate it anyway. Besides his aunt would only punish him
worse if he didn't eat it. His aunt let him suck on the bottle at regular
intervals. When she was done feeding Andrew, she picked him up and laid him
back on the table. It was then that Andrew noticed that his diaper was heavier
than before he was in the highchair. His legs were tucked back in the sleeper
and he was carried back to his playpen. His aunt gave him the half empty bottle
of juice to suck on while she turned on some cartoons for him to watch. When he
finished the bottle, his aunt put the pacifier back in his mouth. Andrew
watched cartoons for a few hours until his aunt came to get him ready for bed.
She carried him upstairs and laid him on the changing table. She unzipped the
sleepers then pulled Andrew's legs out. His aunt pulled the plastic pants down
past his knees and unpinned his wet and slightly messy diaper. Andrew was
cleaned up, rediapered, and his legs were put back in the sleepers. His aunt
laid him in the crib, gave him a kiss on the forehead and left the room leaving
the door open slightly. Andrew fell asleep after trying to make himself a
little more comfortable.
PART
EIGHT
Andrew
woke up to find his aunt lifting him out of the crib. She carried him over the
changing table and laid him on it. He felt a little sore as she unzipped the
sleepers, grabbed his ankles, and lifted his diapered butt then pushed the
sleepers up past his diaper. She lowered Andrew's bottom back to the table, sat
him up, and pulled the sleepers off. "Now, I hope you've learned your
lesson." His aunt asked. Andrew gave an enthusiastic nod as he was laid
back down. His aunt unstrapped his pacifier and pulled it out then pulled his
plastic pants off. "Would you like your bottle now or do you want to let
your mouth rest?" she asked while she unpinned the diaper. "I'll let
it rest." Andrew answered. "Okay baby, now lift your bottom,
honey." Andrew had noticed his legs were sore since he woke up but it was
now that he noticed he could barely move them. He tried to lift his bottom but
it was too painful. Andrew started to cry from the pain and embarrassment.
"What's wrong, baby?" His aunt asked. "My legs hurt when...when
I move them." Andrew said between sobs. "Oh, I knew I shouldn't have left
you in those all night. But don't worry about it I'll take care of
everything." She comforted him. "But what if I can't walk any
more?" Andrew asked. "Don't worry about that baby. They will get
better in a day or two." his aunt reassured him while she grabbed his
ankles and lifted his bottom off the wet and messy diaper. Andrew winced at the
pain of his legs being moved. She then pushed Andrew's knees up to his chest.
"Could you hold those there for me honey?" She instructed as she
prepared to clean him up. She pulled his legs apart then wiped off almost all
of the poop with the front of the diaper. His aunt wiped him down a little more
with the baby wipes then grabbed both his ankles again. She lifted his bottom
off the dirty diaper and pulled it out from under him. She replaced it with one
cloth diaper which she only laid over his crotch. "Here suck on this till
I get back," she said as she handed him a bottle of formula to suck on.
"And don't move,” she ordered as she walked out the door.
Andrew
wondered what his aunt was doing. He soon figured it out when he heard water
running in the bathroom. His aunt came back in the room and pulled the wet
diaper off his crotch. She picked him up and carried him naked to the bathroom
while he sucked on the bottle. She sat him in the tub and laid him back to soak
for a minute as she prepared to wash him. His aunt came back over, sat him back
up, pulled the bottle from him, and started washing him. Andrew sat there in
total contentment as he was being bathed. Andrew was not able to stand, so his
aunt drained the water and washed him while he laid there.
After
the bath was finished, his aunt gave Andrew his bottle to finish. Then
carefully picked him up out of the tub and laid him on a towel and picked him
up. She then carried him to the nursery. He was laid on the changing table and
dried off, all the while sucking happily on his bottle. His aunt began rubbing
baby lotion all over his body and noticed that Andrew was sucking on an empty
bottle. She gently pulled it from his mouth and asked, "Would you like
your pacifier back yet?" "No not yet." He replied. His aunt then
rubbed some Desitin on Andrew's diaper area, lifted his bottom off the changing
table and slid three fresh diapers under it. She sprinkled baby powder on him
and his diaper. Then pulled the diaper up and pinned them around his waist. She
slipped the plastic pants over his feet and pulled them up over his diapers.
She picked Andrew up and carried him downstairs to the kitchen and sat him in
the highchair. She prepared several kinds of baby food for him, plus a bottle
of juice. Andrew had never tasted juice like this before and asked his aunt
what it was. She informed him that it was pear juice then fed him his breakfast
and carried him back to the nursery. On the way up she patted him on the back.
As the entered the nursery, Andrew let out a burp.
There
she dressed him as he sucked on his bottle. She slipped a onesie over his head
then one by one pulled his hands from the bottle and pushed them through the sleeves.
"I suppose you don't feel like doing anything today do you?" she
assumed. "Not really." Andrew said. "Well in that case I'll
leave you like this. You're dressed enough for just staying around the
house." His aunt said as she lifted his diapered bottom off the table,
pulled the back flap down, then fastened the onesie together at the crotch. All
the while Andrew enduring the mild pain. She pinned the cord attached to a
pacifier to the onesie then carefully picked Andrew up. He winced at the pain
when he instinctively tried to wrap his legs around his aunt's hip. She carried
him downstairs to the living room then sat him on the couch. "So what
would you like to do?" His aunt asked him. "Can we watch a
movie?" Andrew inquired. "Sure, I have just the tape for you."
She said as she opened a cabinet searched for a minute then pulled out a tape
and inserted it into the VCR. She turned on the t.v. then sat down next to
Andrew. She put her arm around him and pulled him close. The movie started and
Andrew got excited. "Hey Aladdin! I've been wanting to see this movie for
weeks ever since I saw the commercials. This is so cool," Andrew said. His
aunt popped the pacifier in his mouth and said, "That's nice honey, lets
watch the movie."
PART
NINE
Andrew
was really enjoying himself, except for when he moved his legs without thinking
about it first. His aunt noticed his discomfort and paused the movie. She
turned him so that his head was on a throw pillow and his legs were up on his
aunt's lap. His aunt unpaused the movie and massaged his legs as they continued
watching. "Does that feel good, baby?" she asked. Andrew nodded
without turning his head from the t.v. Andrew was fixated in the movie, jumped
slightly at the scary parts and of course wet his diapers. After awhile, his
aunt pulled Andrew back up next to her. Andrew enjoyed this attention even more
than he was enjoying the movie and didn't want it to end. When the movie ended
Andrew felt troubled, he wanted to continue sitting there with his loving aunt.
She noticed his apprehension so she pulled him up on her lap facing the
television and put her arms around him. This puzzled Andrew, he was about to
ask for another movie when the credits were interrupted and another movie
started. "What movie is this?" Andrew asked after pulling his
pacifier out. "I'm not sure, I borrowed this tape from a friend who has
kids." his aunt replied. As they watched the movie, they saw that the
picture was a little fuzzy and skipped a lot. "I think we need to adjust
the tracking." Andrew's aunt announced. She put her hand over Andrew's
crotch and down between his legs then stood up holding him to her. Andrew had
expected her to sit him on the couch and do it herself so he was quite
surprised by her actions. His diaper was so thick that he could barely feel his
aunt's hand. She carried Andrew over to the VCR and bent forward slightly.
Andrew held onto her arm to keep from falling. She adjusted the tracking with
one hand and held Andrew with the other. Andrew felt strange being held by his aunt
as if he were a little kid but didn't really mind. He just relaxed and held his
aunt's arm with his legs dangling under him.
After
adjusting the tracking then running the tape back to the beginning of the
second movie, his aunt carried Andrew back over to the recliner and sat down
with him in her lap. The movie ran almost crystal clear as they watched it and
read the opening credits. They discovered that the name of the movie was
"The Fox and the Hound" which Andrew didn't recognize. His aunt held
him close and rubbed his body all over as they watched making Andrew feel
treasured like he never had before. He put his pacifier back in his mouth and
watched the movie. Not long after that his aunt grabbed a bottle from a table
next to the chair. She shifted Andrew slightly in her lap so that he could
still see the t.v. She gently pulled his pacifier from his mouth and pushed the
nipple of the bottle in to replace it. Andrew sucked on the bottle as his aunt
held it for him and they watched the movie. She still rubbed him with the hand
she supported him with which kept Andrew very relaxed. Andrew quickly finished
his bottle. His aunt then pulled it from his lips and set it on the table. She
carefully turned Andrew around and put his head on her shoulder and began
patting him firmly on the back. Andrew sat there and waited for the inevitable
burp. A few seconds later Andrew let out a large belch which he wasn't
expecting so soon and couldn't control. The loud belch startled Andrew into
messing his diaper. "Uh oh! I think baby needs his diaper changed!"
His aunt said in mock enthusiasm as she started to get up. "Can we wait
until the movie's over?" Andrew said making a sad face. "Awww, how
could I say no to that face." his aunt said and sat back on the chair.
His
aunt unpaused the movie, turned Andrew around to face the t.v. and put his
pacifier in his mouth. Andrew knew that he didn't really care about the movie.
He just wanted to sit with his aunt. Besides the messy diaper kinda felt good.
With the formula sitting well in his stomach and his aunt gently rubbing him,
Andrew was soon sleeping softly. The movie ended an hour later and his aunt
found Andrew asleep in her lap. She wanted to just sit there and let him sleep
but she knew she had to change his messy diaper before he got a rash. She very
carefully picked Andrew up and carried him up to the nursery. His aunt gently
laid Andrew on the changing table then strapped him in at the wrists. Next his
aunt undid his onesie then pushed it back off of his diaper. She pushed his
legs up to his chest then pulled the back of his plastic pants from his
diapers. She let his legs back down to the table and pulled the plastic pants
off all the way. The next thing she did was unpin Andrew's wet and messy
diapers. She pulled them down exposing the mess he had made of himself. His
aunt again pushed Andrew's legs up to his chest. "Wath happening?"
Andrew mumbled around his pacifier as he awakened after feeling the cold air on
his crotch and feeling the soreness in his legs when they were moved. "Hi
baby, I'm glad you're awake. Can you hold these please?" She said pointing
to his knees then unstrapping his arms. Andrew grabbed and held onto the back
of his knees as his aunt began cleaning the poop off of him.
After
Andrew was mostly cleaned, his aunt once again took one cloth diaper and laid
it under his butt and over his crotch. She strapped his arms back down, then
left him to prepare a bath for him. Andrew laid there sucking on his pacifier,
waiting for his aunt to return. After a few minutes she walked in, unstrapped
him and carefully picked him up. She quickly carried him to the bathroom and
sat him on the sink counter. She supported him with one hand while pulled the
wet diaper from his crotch with the other. Next she lifted Andrew from the
counter by his armpit and sat him in the water. His aunt let Andrew sit and
play in the water for a few minutes. He found a few toys his aunt had placed in
there for him. Andrew happily played as his aunt prepared to bathe him. She wet
his hair then lathered baby shampoo in. Andrew continued to play as if his aunt
were not there. Next she wet a washcloth then squirted some baby wash onto it.
She washed Andrew starting with his face and working her way down. She drained
the water and washed his lower parts flipping him over to wash his backside.
After
the washing was done his aunt picked Andrew up and sat him on the side of the
tub. Then, while still supporting him, she wrapped a towel around him and
picked him up. She carried Andrew back to the nursery, gave him his usual
rubdown of lotion, then diapered him extra thick. His aunt then produced a
onesie and put it on him. "Are you cold?" she asked Andrew. "A
little," Andrew replied. His aunt pulled a light green pair of sleepers
out of a drawer and proceeded to put them on Andrew. She pinned Andrew's
pacifier to his sleeper then picked him up. She carried him downstairs to the
living room and sat him on the couch. She went to the kitchen briefly and
returned with several jars of baby food and a bottle of juice. She sat down
next to Andrew and positioned him so that his head was on the arm and his legs
were in her lap. She opened the jars and set them on Andrew's stomach. Andrew
found it amusing that he was being used as a table. "Careful baby, don't spill
these." his aunt said in response to his giggling. She began by spoon
feeding him some strained peaches. Next she gave him some apples & ham,
followed by a banana, apple & plum mix. After a few spoonfuls of each she
let him suck from a bottle of pear juice. After she finished feeding Andrew,
she let him finish off the bottle of juice. Andrew quickly finished the
half-empty bottle. "My, you're getting very good at that." his aunt
said as she pulled the bottle from his mouth. She set it aside, pulled Andrew
up to her and began burping him. Andrew released several burps before his aunt
was satisfied. Andrew felt his diaper becoming warm as his aunt sat him on her
lap. They watched the news for the next half hour. When the news was over,
Andrew's aunt turned off the t.v. and once again found Andrew asleep in her
lap. This time she decided that they would just sleep there. She had slept in
the easy chair before so this time would be just fine. She carefully let the
back down then wrapped her arms around Andrew.
PART
TEN
The
next morning Andrew woke up earlier than usual. He opened his eyes and realized
he was still in the living room. He looked around but he couldn't find his
aunt. He wondered if his legs were better today. He began to sit up but a pair
of arms wrapped around him from behind and pulled him back down. Andrew gasped
since he didn't know anyone was there. "Good morning, baby. Did you sleep
well?" Andrew relaxed when he heard the familiar voice of his aunt. He
felt his diaper get warm as he nodded yes. "You know," his aunt began
while she sat up with Andrew. "It’s been awhile since I've slept with a
baby in my lap. Only, the last one was a lot smaller," his aunt remarked.
She tightened her hold as she got up with Andrew still in her arms. She carried
him up to the nursery and straight to the changing table. Andrew was strapped
down by his arms and his aunt began changing his soiled diaper. She cleaned him
really good, powdered him up and pinned three fresh diapers on him. She pulled
his plastic pants back up and refastened the snaps in the crotch of his
sleepers. She released his arms then left the room.
Andrew
wasn't sure whether to get up or not. He decided to test his legs a little
first. He bent his right leg and brought it up. He was surprised that it was
only a little sore. He tried the other legs with nearly the same result. He had
just sat up as his aunt returned from the bathroom. "Let's get you fed,
shall we?" his aunt offered. She picked Andrew up off the changing table
and placed him on her hip. Andrew straddled his aunt’s hip as she carried him.
"So, I take it your leg’s feeling better this morning?" she inquired.
"Yeah," Andrew said with a nod. "Well I’m glad," she
replied. His aunt placed Andrew in the highchair and secured the tray in place.
She gave Andrew a bottle to keep him busy and prepared his food. She set the
bowls of baby food on the table beside Andrew, took the bottle and fed him the
baby food. She gave him back the bottle, released him from the highchair and
carried him to the living room. She set him in the playpen then went to the
kitchen to clean up the mess. Andrew nursed from the bottle and soon finished
it. His aunt returned from the kitchen and retrieved the empty bottle from
beside Andrew. She took it to the kitchen then walked back over to Andrew. She
pulled the mittens on the ends of the sleeves over Andrew's hands and zipped
them shut. "I'm going to take a shower now, so don't get in any trouble,
or you know what will happen." Andrew was in no hurry to be put back into
the red sleepers, and nodded yes. She turned on the t.v. to keep him busy then
went to take her shower.
PART
ELEVEN
Andrew
watched Looney Toons as he sat in the playpen. He wasn't able to play with most
of the toys in the playpen because of the mittens over his hands. Andrew soon
bored of the cartoons and the few toys that he could play with and climbed out
of the playpen. He wandered around the downstairs for awhile then climbed the
stairs. Andrew entered the nursery and looked around a bit. He decided to look
in the drawers, but he couldn't grasp the knobs. Andrew gave up on that idea
and moved onto the closet. The door was closed and when he tried to open it his
hand kept slipping off the doorknob. He tried wrapping both hands around it but
the doorknob was too slippery. Andrew gave up on that idea and walked back out
into the hall. He went into his aunt’s room and looked around. Andrew heard
water running in her bathroom. He put his ear up to the door and heard his aunt
in the shower. Suddenly the water stopped and Andrew could hear his aunt
getting out of the tub. Andrew waddled out of the room as fast as he could so
his aunt wouldn’t find him in there.
When
Andrew reached the hall he tried to make a quick turn toward the stairs, but he
slipped on the hardwood floor and fell down. He started crying, but he wasn’t
sure why. He tried to stop but he couldn’t. His aunt appeared over him and
picked him up. "What’s wrong baby?" she asked.
"I...I...fell," Andrew managed to say. "Oh, well you shouldn’t
be walking around in these sleepers. If you want to run around, I’ll put you in
some rompers with pads on the feet, that way you won’t slip and fall," his
aunt said as she carried him to the nursery. She laid Andrew face-down on the
changing table then unzipped the sleepers. She pulled the back apart then
flipped Andrew over. She then pulled the sleepers off his arms then pulled them
from his legs. Andrew laid there in just a diaper. He touched his diaper and
could feel that it was wet. Andrew didn’t really remember wetting himself, but
his diaper was definitely wet. His aunt turned Andrew back over and began
putting the rompers on him. She picked up each foot and slid it into the legs
then pulled Andrew’s arms back and slipped them into the sleeves. Next she
turned Andrew back over and zipped up the romper suit. She picked Andrew up and
stood him on the floor.
Andrew
was relieved that he didn’t have any mittens over his hands anymore. "Now,
why don’t you go downstairs and play while I get dressed." she led Andrew
to the door and directed him to the stairs then went to her room to finish
dressing herself. Andrew waddled down the stairs as he felt himself wet his
diapers. He smiled at his infantile act and went to the living room to watch
cartoons. After a minute or two, Andrew realized he could go look in the
nursery closet and dresser. He climbed out of the playpen and waddled to the
stairs. He was almost to the top when he heard his aunt coming out of her room.
"Well hello, baby. Did you miss me?" she said as she approached him
and picked him up. "Since you’re feeling better today, I think we should
do something outside." she stated. "OK." Andrew replied. She
laid Andrew on the changing table, unzipped his rompers and checked his diaper.
"I think baby needs a change," his aunt announced. She zipped the
rompers back up, then undid some snaps in the crotch. His aunt proceeded to
change Andrew’s wet and slightly messy diapers. She cleaned him up, applied
ointment to his entire diaper area, powdered him, then pinned two diapers on
him. She pulled his plastic pants back up and over the diapers. She fastened
the snaps in Andrew’s crotch and sat him up.
PART
TWELVE
Two
diapers felt strange to Andrew. He was used to a thick three diapers. Andrew
watched as his aunt retrieved the pair of Blue’s Clues sandals. She put them on
Andrew’s feet over his rompers. "Okay, baby, time to go outside." His
aunt said as she picked him up and carried him downstairs. She took him out to
her backyard. Andrew realized that he had never been in her backyard before.
There was a picnic table, a swingset, and plenty of room to run around.
"So what do you want to do first, baby?" his aunt asked.
"Swings!" was Andrew’s enthusiastic response. "I thought
so," his aunt replied. She carried him over to the swingset and buckled
him into one of the medium-sized baby swings. Andrew was beginning to like
using the baby swings. This one even had a chest strap so he didn’t even have
to hold on. Andrew enjoyed the swings until his aunt got tired and decided that
was enough. But Andrew didn’t want to stop and asked if he could push himself
for awhile. "Sure baby, Go ahead. I’ll sit right here and watch." His
aunt sat at the nearby picnic table and watched as Andrew got himself going
really high.
Andrew
swung until his legs were tired. His aunt undid the straps for Andrew and
helped him out of the baby swing. It was a lot higher than Andrew thought and
when he turned around he saw that the seat was about up to his chin. "Uh
oh, you look like you’re getting hot." his aunt remarked. "Yeah, a
little." Andrew responded. His aunt sat Andrew down on the tabletop and
removed his sandals. She unzipped his rompers and removed them leaving Andrew
in nothing but a diaper. She pulled a bottle of kids’ sunblock out of her pocket
and began smearing it all over Andrew. She sat him back down and put his
sandals back on. Andrew felt funny wearing only a diaper. He wasn’t too worried
about being caught, it just didn’t feel right. His aunt picked him up and stood
him on the ground. "Let’s play some catch." his aunt said.
"OK." Andrew answered. His aunt grabbed a ball from under the table
and tossed it softly to Andrew. Andrew caught it and tossed it back while
having more fun than he thought he would have. His aunt was really enjoying
watching Andrew run around to catch the ball, especially when she would through
it wide and he would have to waddle after it.
After
an hour or so Andrew tired of playing catch. His aunt walked over and checked
his diaper. "Uh oh, I better change you before you leak" she
remarked. As Andrew followed her, he felt a dribble go down his leg. "How
did she know that?" Andrew wondered. When they reached the table, his aunt
laid him on it. "Now stay put." she instructed. Andrew lay there for
awhile, he felt his diaper, it felt warm. He stuck his hand inside and felt the
cloth. It was really wet, it even started to leak out of the top. Andrew
quickly put his plastic pants back in place to stop the leak. His aunt soon
returned carrying his diaper bag and a bottle. She handed Andrew the bottle and
set the diaper bag down on the bench. "I’m going to change your diaper out
here so we don’t make a mess inside." She explained.
She
pulled his plastic pants down as he lifted up. Andrew heard his diaper squish
as it pressed against the table. His aunt unpinned the diapers and pulled them
down exposing his privates to the sunlight. Andrew felt the warm sunlight all
over his body. Andrew looked down to see the sunlight reflecting off his wet
diaper area. His aunt began wiping him off with baby wipes from the diaper bag.
Andrew laid back and continued to suck on his bottle. His aunt grabbed his legs
and pushed them up to his chest. Andrew held them up as his aunt cleaned his
bottom and exchanged the dirty diapers for two clean ones. She oiled and
powdered him then pinned the diapers around his hips. "These plastic pants
are pretty wet, I think I’ll give you some new ones," she said as she
removed his sandals and pulled the plastic pants over his bare feet. She
rummaged around in the diaper bag then pulled out a yellow pair of plastic
pants with nursery prints on them. "You like these? I just got them in. I
had to order them special, since the stores around here only sell plain
ones." She explained as she slipped them past his feet and up over his
diapers. "Yeah, they’re cute." Andrew answered in response to the
question. "And they’re even cuter on you," his aunt remarked.
PART
THIRTEEN
She
put the supplies back in the diaper bag then sat down next to Andrew, on the
bench. Andrew just lay there on the table continuing to suck on his bottle. He
soon finished the bottle and handed it to his aunt. She placed in the diaper
bag then sat Andrew up. "Let’s take a walk on one of my trails."
"OK," Andrew replied. His aunt picked Andrew up and placed him on her
hip. She began walking as Andrew got comfortable. Andrew wrapped his legs all
the way around his aunt’s hips and a hand holding on to her side. His aunt had
a hand on the back of his diaper to help support him. They entered a path and
were soon surrounded by trees. Andrew was enjoying himself very much as his
aunt pointed out various things about the trees and other plants. Soon Andrew
had a question, "But, how come this path is mowed. I didn’t think you had
time to come out here and do it?" "You’re right, I don’t have time.
Taking care of you is a full-time job," she said with a smile. "I pay
a boy who comes twice a week. He mows my lawn and these trails."
They
continued walking and chatting. Soon Andrew’s aunt felt his diaper become warm.
They giggled about it for a few minutes. "You know, you’ve taken to this
quite well," his aunt began, "It’s only been two weeks and already
you use you’re diapers like a real baby. You haven’t had solid food for over a
week plus you use a bottle and pacifier as well as you did when you were two.
Which reminds me," she said and pulled his pacifier out of her shirt
pocket. She made sure it was clean then put it into Andrew’s mouth. He began
sucking on it immediately, he noticed and giggled. "Come to think of it,
you’re even better than a real baby. You’re not running around getting into
stuff all the time. You don’t cry at the drop of a hat. I’ve seen babies that
cry half the time they’re awake. Not to mention, how much easier you are to
change. Almost every real baby I’ve had or babysat, put up a fuss or even threw
a fit during diaper changes," his aunt explained. Andrew just listened and
sucked on his pacifier. "You’re even a better listener than my late
husband," she remarked. Andrew was a little confused, "What’s ‘late’
mean?" he asked. "It means that he’s dead now. And that I was
referring to him shortly before he died," his aunt explained. "Oh,
OK," Andrew returned and laid his head on his aunt’s shoulder. His aunt
scooted Andrew around to her front and held him tight. Andrew laid his head
back on his aunt’s shoulder and watched the trees as they passed by.
Soon
they came upon a creek that ran beside the trail. Andrew’s aunt sat down in a
bench beside the creek. Andrew attempted to go play in the creek but his aunt
held him back. "Hold on sweetie, let me put your sandals on you," she
said. She sat him on the bench with his legs hanging over her lap. She pulled
his sandals out of her pocket and slipped them on his feet. She also pulled his
pacifier out of his mouth. Andrew hopped down and waddled over to the creek.
His aunt lay back on the bench and watched Andrew as he played. He looked under
rocks for whatever he could find. It wasn’t long before Andrew was up to his
knees in the water, luckily that was as deep as the creek got. He was having a
lot of fun chasing the fish and anything else that moved.
After
awhile Andrew managed to catch a frog. And presented it to his aunt.
"Look, I caught a frog," Andrew said in excitement. "Now, how
did you do that?" she asked. "I just grabbed him, can I keep
him?" he asked. "I suppose so, if you can hold him all the way back
to the house," she said. "But first lets get you dried off." His
aunt sat Andrew down on the bench and pulled a small towel from her back
pocket. She pulled his sandals off his feet and dried them. She dried off
Andrew’s legs starting at his feet and working her way up. She decided to put
his sandals back on him then stood him up. "Do you want to or would you
like me to carry you?" she inquired. "I think I’ll walk for
now," Andrew replied. His aunt put her arm on his back to direct him as
they walked. Andrew didn’t even notice that they were still walking in the same
direction as before. Andrew opened his hands a little to look at the frog.
Suddenly the frog jumped out of his hands. Andrew quickly ran after it and
caught it. He decided not to do that anymore. They continued toward the house.
After a few steps Andrew could tell that his diaper was a little sticky in the
back.
As
they neared the house Andrew felt poop pressing its way out of his butt and
against his diaper. It spread down between his legs and eventually up around
his dick and balls. The fact that he just messed his diaper didn’t phase Andrew
very much and he kept walking like normal. The only thing he was interested in
was getting his frog into a jar. They went into the house and retrieved a jar.
"Lets go back outside in case he gets away," his aunt said. She
directed him back out to the table in her back yard. She opened the jar and set
it on the table. Andrew carefully dropped the frog into the jar. His aunt
quickly put the lid on the jar before the frog could get out. "Okay let’s
get that diaper changed," she said. "Could we do it out here
again?" Andrew asked. "Sure we can," she replied.
She
picked Andrew up and sat him on the table. He felt his poop squishing up toward
the front of his diaper. He lay back as his aunt opened his diaper bag. She
pulled out a travel pack of baby wipes, a bottle of baby powder, baby lotion, a
tube of Desitin, and a baby bottle of formula. She gave Andrew the baby bottle
for him to suck on. He stuck it in his mouth as his aunt pulled his plastic
pant down. The poop had spread to the plastic pants so his aunt decided that he
needed a clean pair. She removed his sandals then pulled the plastic pant down
over his bare feet. She carefully undid the pins and pulled the diapers down
off his crotch revealing the worst mess she had ever seen in a diaper. The poop
had spread up and engulfed his entire crotch. The inside diaper was in similar
shape, covered almost completely in poop. She lifted Andrew’s bottom off the
diapers by his ankles and pulled the messy diaper out from under him leaving
the other generally clean diaper. She pushed Andrew’s legs up to his chest,
still keeping his bottom off the diaper. She spread his legs and had Andrew
hold them. Taking the wet diaper, she wiped as much poop off him as she could.
As Andrew held his legs up by his chest, a stream of pee shot from his dick
hitting him in the chest and face causing him to cry. "What’s wrong,
baby?" his aunt said not seeing what happened. She caressed his face and
felt the wetness. She smelled her hand, "Oh I see, I guess you really do
need a bath," she said and produced a disposable diaper from the diaper
bag. She quickly taped it over his still messy diaper area then grabbed a baby
wipe and cleaned the pee off his face. "I’ll be right back, and don’t get
off the table, you don’t have any shoes on." his aunt said and went into
the house.
PART
FOURTEEN
Andrew
had mostly recovered from the shock of peeing all over himself. He looked down
to see that he was in one of his old disposables. Andrew put his legs together
and savored the feelings that came with it. It had been awhile since he could
touch his legs together. Andrew sat up on the table but knew better than to get
off. He was in no hurry to get in trouble again. Andrew felt as if he were
still naked in the thin diaper. He also felt slimy since he still had some poop
covering most of his diaper area. He looked for the baby bottle he was sucking
on but couldn’t find it. He figured that his aunt must have taken it with her.
He scooted over to where his frog was. He picked up the jar and looked at it.
It just sat there and stared back for a few minutes. Then without warning, the
frog jumped toward Andrew’s face. Andrew jumped back and dropped the jar onto
the grass. He was about to jump down but he remembered that he couldn’t get off
the table. Andrew squatted down on the bench and tried to reach the jar. He
stretched but still couldn’t quite reach it. He made one last effort to reach
but fell off the bench.
Andrew
quickly got to his feet, grabbed the jar and jumped back onto the bench. He sat
down on the table and felt a warm diaper pressing against his bottom. He looked
around but didn’t see his aunt. Andrew sighed in relief as he picked up the jar
still containing his frog. He wondered what was taking his aunt so long. He
continued to look at his frog, but this time not so closely. The frog was still
excited from being dropped and was jumping all over the jar. The frog
eventually calmed down and it got into a staring match with Andrew.
Suddenly,
Andrew was grabbed from behind and pulled from the table. He let out a scream
as he tried to get free. The next thing he knew, he was held cradle style
looking up at his aunt. “Did I scare you?” she asked. Andrew was relieved that
he wasn’t in any sort of trouble and felt his entire body relax. He expected to
wet his diaper but he didn’t have anything left after falling off the table
earlier. They both laughed over Andrew’s reaction. “I’m sorry I took so long,
but I got a phone call,” she explained. “You have a phone?” Andrew said. “Yes I
have a phone. I’m not that old,” she replied in mock offence. “NO, I don’t mean
that, it’s just that I never heard a phone ring here at all,” Andrew related.
“Well I don’t get many calls,” she said. By that time they had made it up to
the bathroom where a bath already was waiting for Andrew. His aunt stood him up
on the floor. She grasped the front of his diaper and with one quick jerk,
ripped it off his body. “Cool!” Andrew said in response. “That’s a lot easier
and it saves time,” his aunt explained. She picked him up and sat him in the
warm bathwater. She filled a cup from the other side of the tub and wet
Andrew’s hair with it. Baby shampoo was lathered in, then rinsed out. His aunt
moved on to washing the rest of him. She made sure that his entire body was
wet. She grabbed a spare washcloth, stuck it under the water and wiped Andrew’s
diaper area with it. She stood him up and drained the water. Next she lathered
a clean washcloth up with baby wash.
Andrew
was washed and rinsed by his aunt. She then pulled a large towel from the
closet and wrapped it around him. Andrew was carried out to the backyard and
stood on the table. His aunt dried him off then laid him down on the towel. She
gave him his rubdown with baby lotion. “I think you’re starting to get a slight
rash down here,” she announced. “This calls for some Desitin.” His aunt rubbed
a layer of Desitin over his entire diaper area, applying it thickly on the red
areas. She lifted his legs up to his chest so that she could get to his butt.
Andrew put his hand down in front of his dick just in case. “Now don’t pee on
yourself this time, I don’t want to have to give you another bath,” his aunt
said. “I’ll try. I’ve only done it once, though,” Andrew stated. “No, you did
it once the first day you were here, remember?” she answered. “Oh, right,”
Andrew returned. “And you’ll probably be doing it more and more often now.” his
aunt predicted.
She
produced four cloth diapers from the bag and laid them under Andrew’s bottom.
“Might as well use up the last four diapers,” his aunt remarked. A generous
amount of baby powder was applied to the diapers. His aunt sprinkled powder on
his crotch and between his legs. She pulled two of the diapers up and pinned
them in place snugly. Next she pulled the last two diapers up and pinned then
over the first two. She pulled a dark red pair of plastic pants with light colored
nursery prints on them. “Hey I like those,” Andrew said. His aunt slid them up
over his diapers and made sure no diapers were sticking out. She put the
changing supplies back in the diaper bag. Then pulled out a brush. “We have to
make sure your hair is nice and neat.” She proceeded to brush his hair, making
sure there were no tangles. She finished and put the brush back in the bag.
“grab your frog, honey.” his aunt said. Andrew reached over and grabbed the jar
his frog was in. His aunt picked him up and carried him into the house. “Okay
it’s time for your nap, so put your frog on the table for now.” Andrew
reluctantly set the jar on the table. His aunt carried him up to the nursery
and laid him in the crib. She covered him up with a blanket then stuck a
pacifier in his mouth. “Sleep tight, I’ll be back to wake you up in a couple of
hours,” she said and left the room.
It
was quite a shock for Andrew to go from his old thin disposable to an extra
thick four diapers. He was still excited about catching his frog. He also
wondered if he would be allowed to go back outside since he was wearing four
diapers instead of two. Andrew reached down and felt his thick diapers. He
noted that it was weird that he was not wearing a sleeper to bed. Andrew may
have had a lot on his mind but he still fell asleep very quickly.
PART
FIFTEEN
Andrew woke up to find himself being lifted
out of the crib. “Good afternoon, baby. How’d you sleep?” his aunt asked.
“Really good.” Andrew responded. His aunt carried Andrew downstairs to the
living room. She sat in her easychair and laid him across her lap. She stuck a
bottle in his mouth and held it. Andrew nursed from the bottle as his aunt held
it for him. He felt himself wet his diaper as he sucked on the bottle. His aunt
stroked his hair as he lay there. “You’re just too cute,” she remarked. Andrew
smiled around the bottle and continued sucking on it. Shortly afterward Andrew
finished the bottle. “So, are you ready for some more fun?” his aunt asked.
“Can we play outside some more?” Andrew inquired. “Alright, but you won’t be
able to do as much in these diapers,” his aunt said patting the crotch of his
diaper. Even though his aunt patted his diaper pretty hard Andrew hardly felt a
thing. “I can still swing, can’t I?” Andrew responded. “I suppose you could,”
she answered.
His aunt pulled Andrew up to her and laid him
over her chest with his head on her left shoulder. She Stood up and shifted
Andrew so that he was straddling her. His aunt patted his back as she carried
him to the kitchen. Andrew released a burp just before they entered the
kitchen. His aunt dropped the bottle in the sink and headed out the back door.
She carried Andrew over to the swingset and placed him in the middle swing. All
the straps were fastened by his aunt. Next his aunt turned a little knob on the
buckle then pulled it out. “Now, I have some dishes to do and some laundry to
start. So you just swing while I go inside and do that.” She gave him a big
push to get him started. “But don’t worry, I’ll be watching you from the
windows in case you get hurt or in trouble. Ok, so just have fun and I’ll be
right back out as soon as I can.” She said. She started for the house but
stopped, “Oh, I forgot,” she said and pulled a pacifier out of her pocket. She
popped it in Andrew’s mouth as he swung forward. She then went into the house.
Andrew
continued to swing, he wanted to see how high he could get. Andrew pumped as
hard as he could and soon he was soaring higher than he thought he could. He
was getting quite a view at each peak. Andrew looked around at his aunt’s back
yard and noticed it was larger than he originally thought. Eventually he swung
so high that the tension in the chains was lost and as Andrew fell back down
the chains jerked him back into the swing’s arc. Andrew decided to cool it and
swing lower. Andrew was having a lot of fun, but he was starting to get lonely.
He remembered that his frog was still in the kitchen. Andrew decided to go get
his frog. He stopped swinging and tried to get out of the swing. But when
Andrew tried to undo the straps he couldn’t. First of all, he couldn’t find any
button to push on like a seat belt. He then realized that the knob his aunt
took must be the button that releases him from the swing. Andrew once again
felt completely helpless. Andrew wasn’t mad, instead he kind of enjoyed the
feeling it made him feel fuzzy all over. He felt his diaper become warm between
his legs. He felt his dick become hard inside his diaper. Andrew gave up on
getting his frog, so he decided to swing some more.
After
about five more minutes of swinging Andrew’s aunt returned from her chores.
“So, baby did you have fun?” she asked. “Yeah, I swung so high I could see the
whole yard. Then I started getting lonely so I wanted to get my frog but I
couldn’t get the straps undone. So I swung some more,” Andrew explained. He
slowed his swinging as he talked with his aunt. “Oh, I’m sorry about that, it’s
just a safety feature. I didn’t want you jumping down from way up there and
twisting your ankle or something. Plus you don’t have any shoes on, and I don’t
want you walking around outside barefoot. You didn’t mind, did you?” his aunt
asked. “No, I don’t mind. It made me feel kinda funny all over. Then I wet my
diaper.” Andrew said with a smile. “Now what exactly do you mean by ‘feeling
funny all over’?” his aunt inquired. “I’m not really sure. It felt kinda good
like when you first put me back in diapers,” Andrew answered. “So you like it
then?” she asked. “I guess so.” Andrew blushed with his answer. “Well then, I don’t
feel so bad about it now,” his aunt reported. “This is what you need to get out
of these swings.” she showed Andrew the knob she pulled out earlier and stuck
it back into the buckle.
She
fastened the chest strap and stepped around to the back of the swing. “The
chest strap doesn’t have a lock since it’s not really important. It wouldn’t
make much difference in keeping you from falling out. But I can see that you
like using it.” his aunt said as she began pushing him. “Yeah it make me feel
real secure.” Andrew said. “Wait, I have an idea,” she said and stopped the
swing. She unbuckled the chest strap and extended it a little. She then pulled
both side over the top of Andrew’s arms and fastened them together. This
effectively pinned Andrew’s upper arms. Andrew giggled at his predicament as he
got the fuzzy feeling again. His aunt pushed him in the swing for awhile, until
she thought that she should check on the laundry. “Do you want to continue
swinging or come inside with me?” she asked. “How long will you be gone?”
Andrew returned. “No more than a few minutes, I’ll only need to transfer the
laundry from the washer to the dryer,” his aunt informed him. “I’ll stay here
then. But could you bring me my frog?” Andrew asked. “Sure, no problem.” his
aunt went into the kitchen and quickly returned with the jar containing his
frog.
By
then Andrew had managed to release the chest strap, freeing his arms. “Are you
done using the chest strap?” she asked. “I just wanna use my arms,” Andrew
responded. “That’s fine, I’ll just readjust it then.” His aunt handed Andrew
his frog Then she pulled the strap under Andrew’s arms and over his chest. She
buckled it together and she stepped behind the swing. Andrew felt the strap
retract until it was tight. “I’ll be right back in a few minutes.” His aunt
said pausing only to remove the knob from the swing’s buckle. Andrew looked at
his frog as he continued to pump with his legs. After a little while the chest
strap began get uncomfortable and started to hurt Andrew’s chest. He could hardly
move with it on. Andrew released the chest strap, relieving the pressure on his
chest. Andrew continued to swing as he looked at his frog. The frog jumped
around in the jar then stopped and sat still.
Andrew
wanted to hold the frog in his hand. He tried to open the jar but his hands
were too small to grip the large jar lid. Andrew’s hand slipped off the lid and
he almost dropped the jar. Andrew then stuck the jar between his legs and
gripped the lid with both hands. Andrew wasn’t able to squeeze hard enough on
the jar with his legs because of the thick diapers. He again tried to open it
with one hand. This time his hand slipped off the jar causing Andrew to drop
the jar. It hit his legs then rolled of towards the ground. Andrew lunged for
the jar trying to catch it. Suddenly he realized the swing was flipping forward
with him. He tried to stop it but he was too late. The swing flipped over
leaving Andrew hanging upside-down. He began crying as his arms flailed about
uselessly. Try as he might, Andrew couldn’t turn the swing back over. He was
now totally helpless, but this time he wasn’t enjoying it.
PART
SIXTEEN
Suddenly
Andrew was grabbed from above then found himself in his aunt’s arms. Andrew
immediately wrapped his arms and legs around his aunt’s body. His aunt had
already put the knob into the buckle but Andrew was hugging her so hard that
she couldn’t turn it. She carefully tried to push Andrew’s hips out enough, but
he resisted. “Relax baby, I have to get the swing off you,” his aunt said as
she rubbed his back. She finally got Andrew relaxed enough that she could turn
the knob.
She
pushed the swing off him and immediately carried him into the house. Andrew
continued to cry into his aunt’s shoulder as she carried him into the living
room. She sat in her easy chair trapping his arms and legs. Andrew hardly
noticed, he had no intention of letting go any time soon. His aunt reached
around and offered him a pacifier. Andrew opened his mouth to accept it and
sucked wildly on it. His aunt reclined the easy chair to make them more
comfortable. Soon Andrew had calmed down to only sniffles and the occasional
sob. His aunt took this time to check his diaper. She couldn’t quite see it
over his shoulder. She pulled the back of his plastic pants down a few inches and
felt the top of his diaper. It felt fairly damp, which meant the rest of his
diapers must be soaked.
Andrew
tried to take his pacifier out to speak, but his arms were still trapped under
his aunt. She noticed his struggling and decided release his arms rather than
get him upset all over again. She leaned forward allowing him to pull his hands
out. Andrew’s hands felt tingly as soon as they were freed. Andrew pulled his
pacifier out then dropped it onto his aunt’s shoulder. He tried to pick it up
but his hands were still too stiff. He leaned back away from his aunt’s
shoulder. “So, feeling better?” she inquired. “Yeah, but my feet are asleep,”
Andrew replied. “Oh okay, hold on then,” Andrew put his arms around his aunt’s
neck as she stood up. She pulled his feet from behind her back. “So ready for a
change? I don’t want you leaking on my lap,” she asked. “Yeah it’s starting to
get a little itchy,” Andrew replied. “Okay then, but we’ll have to do it inside
since your diaper bag is empty,” his aunt stated. “That’s ok,” Andrew answered.
Andrew
was carried up to the nursery and laid on the changing table. He grabbed his
feet and examined them. “My feet are numb,” Andrew announced. “Oh, you’ll
live,” his aunt joked. She pushed his legs back and strapped his arms down. She
pulled his plastic pants down and off him. Then she checked the condition of
his diaper. “Not quite as bad as I thought,” she remarked. She removed the
first set of pins and pulled the first two diapers down then did the same with
the other two. “Your rash doesn’t look any better, I guess I shouldn’t have
left you in those diapers that long,” his aunt remarked. She motioned for
Andrew to lift up then pulled the diapers out from under him. She wiped him
with baby wipes then generously applied Desitin to his rash. She applied a thin
coat of Desitin to the rest of Andrew’s diaper area. “You know, you’ve been
pretty good about not getting rashes,” his aunt stated. “Yeah this is only my
first one,” Andrew responded. “Well, since you were about two,” his aunt added.
She finished with the Desitin then moved on to his next set of diapers. “It
only a couple of hours till your bedtime but I’m still going to change you
between now and then. So I’ll only use two diapers,” she explained.
Andrew
rose up to accept the diapers. His aunt sprinkled the last bit of baby powder
from one container then bent down to retrieve a full one. “Well, you just can’t
wait to use those diapers, can you?” she asked. “Huh?” Andrew returned. Then he
felt warmth spreading through the diapers he was lying on. “Well at least you
didn’t squirt across the room,” his aunt remarked. She noticed Andrew blushing.
“Oh, don’t be embarrassed it’s not your fault. You’ll get used to it soon
enough,” she said. “But I don’t want to make a big mess,” Andrew answered.
“That’s Okay, I can clean it up. But I’m definitely not putting wet diapers on
you, especially with your rash,” she stated.
His
aunt pushed his legs up to his chest and pulled the wet diapers out from under
him, then quickly replaced them with two fresh ones. She wiped Andrew’s bottom
off and applied some more Desitin to that spot. She powdered the diaper
generously then pulled it up between his legs. His aunt pinned the diaper nice
and snug around his waist then retrieved a clean pair of plastic pants from the
dresser. “What do you think of these?” she asked holding up a pair of blue
plastic pants with baby animals on it. “I like it,” Andrew replied. “You mean,
you like them?” she questioned. “Yeah, but why do we call them, them?” Andrew asked.
“You know, I really don’t know,” his aunt replied. She slipped them on Andrew,
then went back to the dresser and opened the top drawer. She pulled out a
striped onesie, along with a pair of shorts, and a pair of socks. Andrew looked
a the onesie and thought the top looked like any regular shirt. His aunt
slipped it over his head then laid him back. He raised up for her and she
snapped the flaps together. “Why do we call those a pair of shorts?” Andrew
inquired. “Because there’s two legs, see?” she stated. The shorts were slid
over his bare feet, up over his diapers. Next came the socks, his aunt
separated them. “Why do we call them a pair of socks?” Andrew asked. “Oh now
your just being silly,” his aunt said and tweaked his nose causing Andrew to
giggle. She put the socks on his feet then went to the closet. She returned
with a pair of Power Ranger sneakers. She stuck Andrew’s feet in them and
closed the Velcro straps.
His
aunt commenced to putting a few things away as Andrew sat on the changing table
admiring his new shoes. He still liked the Power Rangers even though most of
his friends had moved on to other things. “You like those shoes?” his aunt
asked as she started brushing his hair. “Yeah they’re cool,” Andrew replied.
“I’m glad you like them,” she said. His aunt lifted him off the table and
placed him on her hip. She carried him to her room to retrieve her purse, then
out her car. His aunt buckled Andrew into the car seat then climbed into the
drivers seat. She drove for about five minutes until they reached a large
supermarket. They claimed a parking spot right next to a cart corral.
Andrew waited for his aunt to release him
from the car seat, despite the fact that he could have easily done it himself.
His aunt came around and unbuckled the car seat. She lifted him out of the seat
and stood him up next to the car. She pulled a cart from the corral and pushed
it up next to Andrew. “Am I going to sit up here?” Andrew asked pointing to the
fold-up child seat. “No, you won’t fit in there with cloth diapers on, maybe
with a disposable, but I’m not even sure about that. This time you’ll ride down
in the basket,” his aunt said then lifted him into the cart. She pushed him
into the store and began their shopping.
PART
SEVENTEEN
As
always she began in the produce aisle. She inspected each item she wanted and
asked Andrew what he thought. He accepted each item knowing that he probably
wouldn’t have to eat any of them. Next they moved on to the grocery isles.
Andrew paid little attention to what was being bought since none of it was
meant for him. He instead occupied his time by watching the stuff they passed
and playing with some cans in the cart. His aunt saw Andrew just rolling a can
back and forth in the cart and decided that he needed something more constructive
to do. “Okay baby, I putting you in charge of organizing the groceries. Think
you can handle that?” his aunt offered. “Yeah,” Andrew said excitedly “How do
you want them organized?” Andrew inquired. “I’ll leave that up to you,” she
returned. Andrew decided to group them by size. He put all the big items on his
right and the small items on his left.
His
aunt continued her shopping, with Andrew organizing the cart for her. After a
while Andrew decided to reorganize their stuff, this time by container. Andrew
no longer paid any attention to where they were in the store. He didn’t even
know what his aunt was buying until she handed to him. He would give each item
a quick look then set it in it’s appropriate place in the cart. Andrew didn’t
even notice that they were in the baby section until his aunt handed him a case
of baby formula. “What’s this?” Andrew asked since he had never paid attention
to the baby foods before. He was too busy looking at the baby diapers. “That’s
baby formula,” she replied. “Oh, all this?” Andrew asked. “Yes, all that. Those
should last you about a week, maybe less. Each one of these cans makes about
ten of your bottles,” she explained. “OK,” Andrew replied.
Andrew
wasn’t sure where to put the baby formula, then an idea came to him. He stuck
it in the middle to divide the cans from the boxes. Then his aunt began handing
him jar after jar of baby food. “Man, how many do we need?” Andrew asked after
the jars began piling up. “We need a whole bunch. You eat about eight of them a
day, along with baby formula and juice,” his aunt said. Just them something
caught his aunt’s eye. “Hey, they’ve come out with a size 4 pacifier!” she said
enthusiastically. “You’ve been using size 3 but I never thought they were big
enough. Want some?” she offered. “Sure,” Andrew responded. “Okay what colors do
you want?” she asked. Andrew picked out a blue and green one then a red and
yellow one. “Now don’t suck on these yet, I’ll have to wash them off. They
probably still have some chemicals from the factory on them,” his aunt
instructed. She grabbed a baby wipe refill pack then pushed Andrew to the next
aisle. Andrew was beginning to run out of room for all the groceries. But his
aunt wasn’t done shopping yet. She handed Andrew a canister of corn meal. “Hey,
I like corn meal,” Andrew announced. “That’s good because I’ll be feeding that
to you. I just realized that babies can eat it,” his aunt explained. “Cool,”
Andrew replied. He carefully placed the corn meal in the cart.
His
aunt continued her shopping while all the groceries began to bury Andrew’s
legs. Andrew organized it as best he could but there was just too much. His
aunt selected a few more items then made Andrew an offer. “Since you’ve been
such a good baby, I’m going to get you a treat. You like ice cream?” she asked.
“Yeah!” Andrew responded. She pushed Andrew over to the ice cream section,
“What kind do you want, baby?” she asked. “I want strawberry,” Andrew said. His
aunt grabbed a half-gallon out of the freezer and went to the milk cooler. She
grabbed a gallon of milk then pushed Andrew towards the checkout. On the way
they passed the dental section. “OH NO! I’ve completely forgotten about you’re
teeth,” his aunt exclaimed. She quickly grabbed a toothbrush and toothpaste.
Andrew
helped his aunt put the groceries onto the belt. “Okay, time to get out,” she
said and lifted Andrew out of the cart. She stood him by the register and
pushed the cart down for the bagboy to fill. As his aunt paid for the
groceries, Andrew decided that he wanted to push the cart. He began pushing it
and his aunt came up behind him. She put her hand over his, trapping them to
the bar. “I wanna push it,” Andrew said. “Alright, if you insist,” she
responded. Andrew pushed the cart out the door and to the car. As they left one
of the cashiers remarked. “Did you see how big that boy’s butt was?” The other
responded, “I don’t know, I just shut up and smile,” Andrew helped his aunt
load the groceries into the car, then pushed the cart into the corral. He
waddled back over to his aunt and was strapped into the car seat.
PART
EIGHTEEN
The
ride back took way too long for Andrew. He couldn’t wait to get some of the ice
cream. Finally they made it back to her house. She released Andrew from the car
seat and gave him some groceries to carry in. It took them three tips to bring
all of it in. Andrew noticed that he couldn’t carry as much as he used to but
this didn’t bother him. After they finished their last trip and put everything
away his aunt immediately pulled down his shorts and checked his diaper. “Well,
you pee peed a lot at the store, didn’t you?” she remarked. Andrew just
shrugged his shoulders, since he wasn’t really sure.
His
aunt carried him upstairs to the nursery and onto the changing table. She laid
him on the table and removed his shoes, socks, then pulled the shorts from
around his ankles. She undid the onesie and pushed it up out of the way, then
pulled his plastic pants down. She felt his diaper, “Not as bad as I thought,
but I’m changing you, anyway,” she stated. She unpinned the diapers and pulled
them away from his crotch to reveal Andrew peeing. “Well you’re just not
finished with these yet, now are you?” his aunt said. “I guess not, I thought
the diaper was just really warm.” Andrew said. “Well pee pee does that to a diaper,”
she stated. “Done yet?” Andrew shrugged his shoulders. “Well, you’re no help.”
she said with a smile as she carefully pulled the diapers away from his crotch.
She didn’t see any more pee coming out so she figured that it was safe to
change his diaper.
She
pulled the diaper out from under Andrew, wiped him off, then slipped two fresh
diapers under him. She powdered both Andrew and the diapers, then pinned them
on him. She pulled the plastic pants back up and refastened the onesie. She
carried him down to the kitchen and sat him in the highchair. She quickly
filled a bottle with juice and gave it to him, then went on preparing the rest
of his meal. She set a divided plate down in front of Andrew with three kinds
of baby food. She fed all of it to Andrew then cleaned him up as he finished
the bottle.
“Ready
for some ice cream?” she asked. “Yeah!” Andrew exclaimed. “Okay, you go to the
living room and I’ll be there in a minute with your ice cream.” she released
him from the highchair and stood him on the floor. Andrew decided to crawl to
the living room. His aunt admired his diapered bottom wiggling from side to
side as he made his way to the living room. She scooped some ice cream into a
bowl and made a soft serve out of it. She brought it into the living room and
found Andrew still crawling around. “Okay kiddo, park it right here.” Andrew
crawled over to the couch as fast as he could. His aunt laid him over her lap
with his head on the arm of the couch.
She
stirred the ice cream again then scooped some for Andrew. He gratefully ate the
spoonful and every one after that. Andrew started eating them too quickly and
got a headache. He started crying. “Uh oh, I think somebody’s got an ice cream
headache.” she said and held his head to her chest till he stopped crying.
“Ready for some more?” she asked. Andrew nodded. His aunt fed him some more,
but this time slowly. Andrew soon finished the bowl, “Can I have some more?”
Andrew asked. “You cam have some more tomorrow.” she said. Andrew pretended to
pout. His aunt put that to an end by tickling his stomach.
Andrew
couldn’t help breaking out with laughter. She continued tickling Andrew all
over his body with him squirming in her lap. Andrew managed to escape and his
aunt gave chase. He crawled around the living room, circling the playpen, then
headed for the stairs. He made it up four stairs when his aunt grabbed him,
held him up over her head then sat him on her shoulders. She felt his warm
diaper press up against the back of her neck. She walked back to the living room
and sat on the couch leaving Andrew on her shoulders. She watched the news and
felt Andrew squirming. “What, you don’t like the news?” she asked. “No,” was
Andrew’s playful response.
Suddenly
his aunt raised her arms and jumped up so fast that Andrew plopped straight
down on the couch. He tried to get off the couch but his aunt caught him, sat
him on her lap, and wrapped her arms around him. “Now I got ya,” she stated.
Andrew tried to escape but it was futile. “Ha, now you have to watch the news,”
she said. “Humph,” was Andrew response. His aunt popped his pacifier in his
mouth and they finished watching the news. She saw on the weather report that
there would be thunderstorms in her area. She looked out the window and saw
some lightning.
“I
think you can sleep with me tonight,” she said. “Cool,” Andrew responded. They
finished watching the news and his aunt announced that it was time for bed. As
soon as she let go of Andrew he was on the floor and crawling toward the
stairs. He was halfway to the top when his aunt stopped him. “Hold your horses,
I have to turn some of these lights off.” She quickly turned off all the lights
except for a couple lamps. “Okay, up to the nursery,” she said. Andrew
continued his trek up the stairs with his aunt quickly gaining on him.
They
both reached the top at the same time, but once Andrew was on the level floor
he quickly pulled ahead. His aunt walked into the nursery after Andrew and
found him waiting for her. She stood him up, unbuttoned the onesie and pulled
it off him. She then laid Andrew on the changing table. “Here baby, try this
one I cleaned for you,” she said as she put one of Andrew’s new pacifiers in
his mouth. Andrew sucked on it as his aunt continued his diaper change. His
aunt pulled his plastic pants off him then unpinned his diapers. She cleaned
him off and examined his rash closely. “Ahh good, your rash is doing much
better. A little more of this and it should be all better by morning. That is,
if you don’t poo poo overnight,” his aunt explained.
She
applied Desitin to Andrew’s entire diaper area and massaged it into the rash.
This caused Andrew to get hard for the first time in awhile. “I see someone is
enjoying his massage,” his aunt stated. Andrew turned red, but his hard-on
didn’t go away. His aunt smeared Vaseline over the rash cream then pulled four
diapers from under the changing table. She powdered him and the diapers then
pinned them around his waist. “So, how do you like your new binki?” his aunt
asked. “It’s great,” Andrew responded. His aunt smiled as she slipped a light
blue pair of plastic pants over his feet and up over his diapers. She picked
out a dark green pair of sleepers and proceeded to put them on Andrew. She
zipped up the back then slipped the mittens over Andrew’s hands. “You won’t be
needing your hands tonight,” she stated.
She
laid Andrew back on the table and strapped him in at the chest. Andrew had no
choice but to lay there and enjoy his new pacifier. He felt pee dribbling down
between his legs as he sucked on it. His aunt soon appeared over him then
released him from the table. She set him on the floor and let him crawl. Andrew
found it a little difficult to keep his hands from sliding on the slick hallway
floor. She guided him to the bathroom and sat him on the counter. She grabbed his
new toothbrush and wet it under the faucet. She put some toothpaste on it and
began to brush Andrew’s teeth. Andrew found that the toothpaste was bubble gum
flavor. His aunt did a thorough job then had Andrew rinse. “I like that
toothpaste.” Andrew said. “Most kids do.” his aunt responded.
Once
his aunt was satisfied that his teeth were clean and the toothpaste was
completely rinsed from his mouth she, lifted him off the counter and let him
crawl to her bedroom. They heard faint thunder as they entered his aunt’s room.
She scooped him up and tossed him lightly onto her bed. Andrew crawled up to
the head of the bed and laid parallel to the pillows. His aunt went into her
bathroom and changed into her nightgown. She came back out and saw Andrew
laying next to the pillows. “That’s not how we sleep, silly,” she said and
tickled him till he moved. She laid down on her usual side of the bed and
pulled Andrew close to her. He snuggled into her as she held him tight.
They
heard distant thunder, it was louder than before, which meant the storm was
getting closer. Andrew hated thunderstorms, they always scared him, he was glad
to be sleeping with his aunt. His aunt noticed Andrew becoming tense, and
decided to distract him with some conversation. “So you like to crawl, don’t
you?” She asked. “Yeah, it’s fun. I wanna crawl as much as I can.” Andrew
responded. “But don’t you like walking?” she inquired. “Walking’s OK, but
crawling’s a lot more fun.” he said. “Well I have an idea for a fun game. How
about for the next week you will not walk at all, you can crawl or I can carry
you. I’ll even help you to not walk. How’s that sound?” his aunt proposed.
“Cool, that sounds like fun!” Andrew exclaimed.
Just
then a roar of thunder pierced through the house. It scared Andrew and startled
his aunt. Andrew started to cry as more thunder roared outside. His aunt put
his pacifier in his mouth and held him tight. Andrew sucked on it and felt some
relief, but he was still scared. His aunt turned Andrew over to face her. He
wrapped his left arm around her but he couldn’t with his right arm because it
was on the bottom. She felt his mitten covered hand on her back and hugged him
back. Andrew was calming down even though the storm wasn’t. His aunt smelled
that Andrew had messed his diaper. “Uh oh, smells like baby did a poopy,” His
aunt said.
Just
then Andrew let out a loud fart, which caused them both to burst out laughing.
“Well I guess I’d better change you now, otherwise your rash won’t get better.”
She sat up with Andrew in her arms then carried him to the nursery. She laid
him on the table then immediately closed the curtains on the windows. Andrew
lay on the changing table still sucking on his pacifier. His aunt proceeded to
change his diaper and put him in another diaper. A few crashes of thunder
caused Andrew to jump, but he still felt safe with his aunt. She finished up
the diaper change then unstrapped Andrew from the table.
His
aunt picked Andrew up and put him on the floor. He crawled to his aunt’s room,
but before he could get on the bed himself, his aunt grabbed him and laid him
on the bed. She lay down beside him and pulled him into her. Andrew snuggled up
to her as they lay there. Thunder rumbled outside but this time Andrew didn’t
cry. Instead he just hugged his aunt tighter. Andrew was able to eventually
fall asleep despite the thunder.
PART
NINETEEN
The
next morning Andrew awoke in the crib. He was still in his sleepers with the
mittens over his hands. He sat up and found that his diapers were dry. His aunt
came in the room and lifted Andrew out of the crib. “So, did you sleep well
last night?” she asked. Andrew nodded. “Good, and I’m glad to say your rash is
all gone.” She carried him down to the kitchen and put him in the highchair.
She fed him his breakfast which included a bowl of corn meal that Andrew
cheerfully ate. When he finished all his food his aunt let him go with his
bottle. Andrew held the bottle in his teeth as he crawled to the living room.
He sat in the middle of the floor and sucked on his bottle. His aunt came in
and placed him in the playpen. She sat in her easy chair and watched
television. “All gone.” Andrew said holding the empty bottle. “Good boy.” His
aunt said and took the bottle. Andrew tried to play with some of the toys but
the mittens kept him from doing much of anything.
His
aunt came back and with a bucket of Legos. She unzipped the mittens and folded
them back. “Here, you can play with these for awhile.” She said putting the
bucket in the playpen. Andrew immediately began a project with them. His aunt
sat in her easy chair and continued watching her program. After a couple hours,
she could smell that Andrew needed a change. “Smells like baby needs a change.”
She announced. She picked Andrew up and set him on the floor. She pointed to
the stairs and followed as he crawled up them. He crawled into the nursery and
stopped right next to the changing table. His aunt picked him up, laid him on
the changing table, and strapped him in at the wrists and chest. She then began
tickling him on the stomach. Andrew squealed with laughter. “That’s not fair.”
He exclaimed. His aunt ceased and began changing his diaper. “It may not be
fair, but at least you won’t be peeing during the change.” His aunt explained.
She unbuttoned the crotch of his sleepers then pulled the plastic pants down.
She unpinned the diapers to reveal his poopy bottom. Andrew held his nose as
his aunt cleaned him up and slid four clean diapers under him. She rubbed
Desitin all over his diaper area then powdered him liberally. She pinned the
diapers snugly around his waist and pulled the plastic pants back up. “Why are
they so thick?” Andrew asked. “Well it’s easier for you to crawl in four
diapers than it is to walk. And as long as I use plenty of Desitin you
shouldn’t get a rash.” His aunt explained. She released him from the changing
table and set him on the floor. Andrew crawled out of the nursery and headed
for the stairs. “NO baby!” his aunt said snatching him up. “I don’t mind you
crawling UP the stairs but not down them, you might slip and fall, then you’d
have to go to the hospital.” His aunt explained. Andrew had no desire to go to
the hospital. When they reached the bottom his aunt set him back on the floor
and let him crawl around. Andrew went straight for the playpen and climbed into
it. He continued his project while his aunt continued watching TV.
A
few hours later it was time for Andrew’s lunch. His aunt took him from the
playpen over to the highchair and buckled him in. She had the food ready and
began feeding him. Andrew enjoyed his meal of baby cereal and baby food, he was
even beginning to like some flavors that he didn’t before. By the time his aunt
was finished Andrew was full. His aunt left him in the highchair with his
bottle while she cleaned up. Andrew sucked on the bottle a little but he was
too full to finish it. “You haven’t finished your bottle, do you not like that
kind of juice?” she asked. “I’m just too full.” Andrew responded. “Okay then,
but I want you to finish it before dinner.” she instructed as she cleaned his
face. She released the tray and the straps of the highchair then carried Andrew
back to the playpen. She set the bottle next to Andrew in the playpen.
After
an hour, Andrew was in need of a nap. He was starting to nod off in the
playpen. His aunt noticed and carried him over to her easy chair to sleep on
her lap. She also grabbed the bottle for him to finish off. She sat in the
chair then sat Andrew along side her with his head resting on her shoulder. She
reclined the chair then stuck the bottle in Andrew’s mouth. Andrew nursed on
the bottle as his aunt held it for him. She had her other arm around him and
held him tight. Andrew was asleep before he finished the bottle. The bottle was
empty a few minutes later. His aunt gently pulled it from his mouth and immediately
replaced it with his pacifier. Andrew slept in his aunt’s arms as she reclined.
She continued to watch her programs but seeing Andrew sleeping made her tired
and she soon dozed off with him.
Andrew’s
aunt later woke up to Andrew moving. He was almost out of the chair when his
aunt pulled him onto her lap. Through the snaps in his crotch, she checked his
diaper. It was very wet and little messy. She carried him up to the nursery and
strapped him onto the changing table. She picked up one of his feet and started
tickling it through the sleeper fabric. Andrew tried to pull his foot away but
his aunt had a firm grip. Andrew pleaded through laughter for her to stop while
still struggling. His aunt stopped her tickling and released his leg only to
grab the other and start again. Andrew squealed as he tried to pull his foot
away from her. He was enjoying it and the fact that he was helpless to stop it.
His aunt released his foot and proceeded with the diaper change. She undid the
snaps in the crotch of Andrew’s sleepers and pulled the plastic pants down as
far as she could. She felt the diapers, they were really wet, another hour and
they would have leaked. Andrew was still giggling as his aunt unpinned his
diapers. She observed the diapers being only slightly messy. Nonetheless the
poop was so thin it spread across his bottom as much as his earlier messing.
She suspected that her recent tickling may have spread it out a little bit.
Andrew
lay still as his aunt cleaned his diaper area and pulled the soiled diapers out
from under him. He was loving every minute as his aunt wiped any trace of poop
off his bottom. “Well I think the Desitin is doing its job, there’s no sign of
a rash down here.” His aunt announced. Andrew was relieved, he was in no hurry
to get another rash. His aunt had Andrew raise up and slid four diapers under
him. She had him hold still while the quickly spread Desitin all over his
bottom. She shot some baby powder onto the back of the diaper and let Andrew
settle his butt on it. She spread Desitin on his remaining diaper area then
sprinkled Baby powder over it. She finished by pinning the diapers on extra
snug then pulling the plastic pants up over them. Andrew liked his diapers
being tight, and told his aunt. “I thought you might.” She said. Just before
refastening the crotch snaps, she reached up into Andrew’s sleepers and tickled
his stomach. This caused another round of laughter from Andrew. She unstrapped
him and laid him over her shoulder. She carried him back down to the living
room and sat in her easy chair.
Andrew
was pulled down to his aunt’s lap, he wanted to continue playing with the Legos
but decided that this was better. His aunt reached over and grabbed a remote
then used it to play a movie she had put into the VCR. She held Andrew tight as
the movie began. Andrew soon found out that the movie was Pinocchio. He wasn’t
sure if he had seen it before or not. A little while into the movie, Andrew’s
aunt took a bottle from the table and put it up to Andrew’s mouth. Andrew
instinctively opened his mouth to accept the bottle and sucked on it. As the
formula got lower his aunt had to tilt the bottle to keep the flow steady,
which was starting to block Andrew’s view. He started moving his head to see
the movie. He soon finished the bottle and had a clear view to the TV. His aunt
rubbed and massaged his body, giving him a good feeling all over. Andrew fought
to stay awake but soon he was sleeping like a baby.
Andrew
awoke an hour later in the playpen he looked over to see his aunt watching TV.
He sat up and began playing with the Legos. His aunt allowed him to play for
another half-hour before announcing dinner time. She picked him up and placed
him on the floor. She followed him into the kitchen then placed him into the
highchair. Andrew sucked on the bottle he was given while his aunt prepared his
meal. She opened a jar of potatoes, green beans, and chicken, then attempted to
make them more appetizing. She also opened some mixed fruit and apple
blueberry. She then went to the refrigerator and grabbed a jar of cinnamon
apple sauce. She put several spoonfuls of it into a bowl. Andrew noticed that
she was taking longer than usual and moaned lightly to get her to hurry up.
“Alright mister fussy, I’ll be done in a minute.” His aunt said tasting the chicken.
It tasted awful to her she just hoped that the applesauce would help. She
brought the food over and set it on the highchair. Andrew smiled and hopped up
and down in the highchair. “Baby’s hungry today isn’t he?” she remarked. She
started by giving Andrew a sample of the chicken. His face scrunched up with
his repulsion, but he still swallowed it. “I didn’t think you’d like that. Here
try it now.” She said after mixing some applesauce with it. “Is that better?”
she asked. Andrew nodded. She repeated the same steps with the vegetables then
rewarded Andrew with the two fruit mixes. He ate them right up along with the
last of the applesauce. “You think you can finish your bottle this time?” she
asked. “Uh huh, I’m not even full.” He said. “Okay, then take your bottle into
the living room and finish it there.” She said releasing his from the
highchair. He crawled to the living room and over to the playpen. He was about
to get in but he didn’t want to stand up. He ended up sitting next to the
playpen and soon finished the bottle.
Meanwhile,
his aunt was in the kitchen cleaning up and throwing away the empty jars. She
got out another empty bowl then retrieved the ice cream from the freezer. She
again made a soft-serve out of it then carried it into the living room. She
found Andrew crawling around the room. As soon as he saw her with the bowl he
knew what it was. He crawled over to his aunt sitting on the couch. She pulled
his up and laid him over her lap just like last time. His aunt was careful not
to feed Andrew too quickly. Nevertheless Andrew finished the ice cream quickly.
His
aunt got up and took the bowl to the kitchen sink. She returned to find Andrew
crawling around the living room again. “Ok baby, let’s see how fast you can
crawl, come over here.” She beckoned. Andrew crawled over to her. “Now, I’ll go
over here and we’ll see how fast you can crawl to me, Okay?” she offered.
Andrew nodded and his aunt went to the other side of the room. “Okay, go!” she
said. Andrew sprinted on his hands and knees as fast as he could to his aunt’s
open arms. “Good boy, that was really good.” She said hugging him. “Okay let’s
try it again.” She said walking to the other side of the room.
Andrew
again sprinted to his aunt and received another hug. “I’ve noticed that you’ve
been using the single-leg crawl.” She said and got a quizzical look from
Andrew. “What I mean is, when you’re crawling you move only one leg at a time.”
She explained. Andrew just shrugged his shoulders since that was the only way
he knew how to crawl. “I think you’d be better off doing the elephant crawl.”
She said. “What’s that?” Andrew said excitedly. “It when you move your right
hand along with your left leg, then your left hand with your right leg,
understand?” She explained. “I think so.” Andrew said then gave it a try. His
aunt watched as he crawled back and forth in front of the couch. He didn’t do
very well, so his aunt gave him a hand. With Andrew on all fours she pulled his
right hand and left leg forward then repeated it on the other two. She kept it
up as Andrew started moving forward. Andrew again tried it on his own but still
couldn’t quite do it. His aunt helped him out for a few passes then he’d do a
couple on his own and so on.
After
about a half-hour of that Andrew was getting tired. His aunt picked him up and
sat him in the playpen with his Legos. Andrew played with them for another hour
and a half before his aunt declared his bedtime. She picked him up out of the
playpen and set him on the floor. Andrew crawled up the stairs and into the nursery
with his aunt following behind. She lifted onto the changing table, strapped
him in and put the mitten over his hands. She went to prepare a bath for him
while he laid helplessly on the table. She soon returned and removed his
sleepers then took his diapers off and cleaned him up.
His
aunt carried a naked Andrew to the bathroom and sat him in the warm water. As
usual she washed him thoroughly and wrapped him in a large towel. She carried
him to the nursery and dried him off on the changing table. When Andrew was dry
to his aunt’s satisfaction, she began massaging baby lotion all over his body.
While Andrew was lying on his stomach his aunt noticed a puddle forming between
his legs. “Uh oh, I think we’ve sprung a leak.” She said retrieving the towel. She
wiped up the puddle then finished Andrew’s baby lotion massage.
His
aunt turned Andrew over to put the diapers on him and noticed that he was
asleep. She managed to not wake him up when she diapered him, but she ended up
waking him when she dressed him in a pair of light blue sleepers. She picked
him up off the changing table and laid him in the crib. Andrew discovered that
the sleeper’s mittens were already covering his hands, but he didn’t complain.
His aunt gave him a bottle then pinned his pacifier to his collar. His aunt
kissed Andrew on the forehead while sucked on the bottle. She raised the rail
and wished him goodnight. Andrew lay there in the semi-darkness sucking on the
bottle in perfect contentment. He managed to finish the bottle before he fell
asleep and stuck his pacifier in his mouth. Andrew sucked on it as he fell
asleep hugging a teddy bear.
PART
TWENTY
One
week later.
The
previous week went by much like the weeks before. Andrew’s aunt managed to get
him in the baby swing after much assurance from his aunt that the chest strap
would keep him from flipping over again. And after a few hours without incident
Andrew was back to enjoying the swing just like before. It had been eight days
since Andrew had begun the crawling game with his aunt. She even helped him
keep from walking by rigging some Velcro straps to keep his legs bent. It took
him a few days of practice, but Andrew was now an expert of the Elephant crawl
and rarely used the single-leg crawl. The week was over but Andrew was still crawling,
and he showed no signs of wanting to walk. As far as he was concerned, he
didn’t care if he ever walked again and his aunt wasn’t worried either.
Andrew
woke up to a wet and messy diaper. He reached down and grabbed the back of his
diaper then smushed the poop into his butt. Andrew smiled as he felt the poop
spreading around in his diaper. He raised his bottom and let the poop spread to
the back of his diaper. He rolled over onto his stomach and got up on his hands
and knees. He crawled around in the crib for a few minutes. He soon bored of
that since he had to keep turning around. He sat on his bottom and felt the
poop spread its way around his diaper. He wondered what was taking his aunt so
long to get him. He thought that it might be too early and she’s still asleep.
He laid back down and hugged the teddy bear. He laid still for about ten
minutes without falling asleep. He turned over and pulled his feet up into the
fetal position. That with his pacifier and the security of his diaper his helped
him to fall asleep after a few more minutes.
Andrew
woke up about an hour later hungry and still in the crib. He had hoped to wake
up to his aunt or in the playpen. He again rolled onto his stomach and got up
on his hands and knees. He made a few passes around the crib, then stood up on
his knees and leaned on the crib rail. He began making some crying noises to
get his aunt’s attention. After a few minutes without any answer Andrew was
getting worried. He decided that he needed to get out the crib and go look for
his aunt. Andrew attempted to grab the rail then realized that he still had the
mittens over his hands. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to grab the rail so he
used his whole hands as a hook then proceeded to climb over the side of the
crib. As soon as both his feet were over his hand slipped off the rail. He
landed on his feet but still fell down. He wasn’t hurt so he crawled out of the
nursery. He was glad his aunt never closed the nursery door.
He
first crawled to his aunt’s room and looked inside. He didn’t see her in there
and didn’t hear water running in her bathroom. He then crawled back out to the
hallway and checked the main bathroom. The door was open and no one was in it.
He tried a few other rooms but found them all empty. He went back to his aunt’s
room and listened at her bathroom door but didn’t hear anything. He headed for
the stairs but was hesitant to crawl down them. It didn’t even occur to him
that he could try to walk down them. He called for his aunt but there was no
response. He tried crawling forward but almost fell down that way. He then
tried going down backwards. It was slow going but he didn’t slip. When he made
it to the bottom he crawled to the living room where he hoped his aunt would
be. She wasn’t there so he tried the downstairs bathroom then the kitchen. She
wasn’t in either. He didn’t know where she could be. Andrew saw a door at the
other side of the kitchen and crawled over to it. He couldn’t get the knob to
turn so he banged on it. The padding of his mittens kept it pretty quiet but it
could still be heard.
After
Andrew received no response at that door he looked to his right and saw the
sliding glass door to the back yard. He went to it and looked out, he didn’t
see his aunt but thought that she might still be out there. He tried to open
the door but it was locked and he couldn’t unlock it. Andrew gave up there and
crawled back to the living room. He looked out the front window and saw that
his aunt’s van was there, but he wasn’t sure if she had another car to take. It
was then that he noticed that he really need his diaper changed, it was sagging
and felt very heavy. Andrew knew that there was no way he could change his own
diaper. Andrew realized that he was alone and started crying. He wanted his
aunt, he wanted his diaper changed, and he wanted something to eat. Andrew sat
on the floor sobbing with tears dripping off his face. His mouth felt empty
which reminded him that he had dropped his pacifier. He found it hanging from
his collar and put the nipple in his mouth. Sucking on his pacifier stopped his
sobbing but didn’t stop his tears. He looked up, and through his tears, saw
another door between the front door and the stairs that he hadn’t tried yet.
For some reason the door had a had a handle instead of a knob.
Andrew
rushed over to the door hoping to find his aunt behind it. Andrew pulled the
handle down and pushed the door open. He crawled into the room and found it to
be empty. He began to cry again until something caught his eye. He saw a
suitcase on the bed and recognized it to be his. He crawled over to the bead
and attempted to open it. After pressing real hard he got each latch to pop up.
He opened it and found his old clothes and a few of the disposables he’d
packed. He also found his Gameboy and some of its games. Andrew heard his
stomach rumbling and felt like he was starving. He decided to take his Gameboy
to the living room so he could play it later. He placed it into his mouth and
crawled out of the room. He partially hoped to find his aunt in the living room
but when he didn’t his tears resumed. He placed the Gameboy on the coffee table
then crawled to the kitchen.
He
crawled into the kitchen and over to the refrigerator. He sat down in front of
it and tried to get it open. After a few tried he got the door open, only to
find that it was the wrong side. He shut it and tried to open the other side.
His hands slipped a couple times but he eventually got it open. Andrew rubbed
the tears from his eyes so he could see clearly. He was ecstatic when he saw
some bottles already filled on the middle shelf. He got up on his knees and
grabbed one then shut the door. He was so hungry that he laid down right there
and sucked on it in front of the refrigerator. He finished it quickly and felt
better. He thought he felt something on his leg and looked down to discover a
wet spot on the back of his rompers. He knew more than ever he needed a change
but no one was there to change him. The bottle had made Andrew feel better but
now he was upset all over again. He was determined to find his aunt. Andrew
rolled back over a and crawled out of the kitchen leaving the bottle on the
floor. He crawled up the stairs and into his aunt’s room. He still didn’t find
her in there he again listened at her closed bathroom door. He even banged on
the door but he heard nothing. He couldn’t help but cry, he had never felt so
alone. He sat in the hallway and cried. He was now convinced that she was gone.
Downstairs,
Andrew’s Gameboy, which was hanging over the side of the table, fell off.
Andrew knew it had to be his aunt and crawled down the stairs as fast as he
could. He reached the living room and looked around but didn’t see his aunt. He
went to the kitchen and still didn’t find his aunt. Andrew couldn’t stop
himself from crying, he collapsed onto his stomach at the entrance to the
kitchen. He put his hands under his forehead and cried into the floor. He was
getting cold and couldn’t do anything about it.
Meanwhile,
Andrew’s aunt was just waking up. She looked down and saw that she was still in
the tub soaking. “Dammit, I knew I should taken a shower instead of a bath.”
She thought, She got out and dried herself off. “I hope Andrew’s still asleep.”
She said out loud. She opened her bathroom door and walked into her room to get
dressed. She glanced at the clock which read 12:21 then did a double take. “Oh
no I couldn’t have slept for three and a half hours!” she thought then realized
that Andrew would definitely be awake by now. She quickly through on her robe
and rushed to the nursery. She found it empty and knew that Andrew could be in
real trouble. She grabbed a blanket on the way out figuring that Andrew’s
diaper might be leaking. She was relieved when she didn’t see him lying hurt at
the bottom of the stairs.
Andrew
had heard a few noises from upstairs but he didn’t care. He was certain that
his aunt was gone and was never coming back. While his aunt was descending the
staircase she thought that a few of the steps were a little damp. She found
Andrew lying face down sobbing into the floor. She rushed over and threw the
blanket over him then picked him up in it. Andrew was extremely happy and
surprised since he had convinced himself that his aunt was gone. He wrapped his
arms around his aunt’s neck and hugged her. She made sure that his legs were
wrapped in the blanket to keep Andrew from getting her wet. She comforted
Andrew as best she could. Andrew just held on as he slowly stopped crying.
PART
TWENTY-ONE
His
aunt carried Andrew into the kitchen to get a bottle for him then carried him
back to the living room. She sat in her easy chair and fed him the bottle. The
bottle effectively calmed Andrew down. By the time he finished the bottle he
was no longer sobbing and the tears were drying up. "Ready to get your
diaper changed?" his aunt asked. Andrew nodded and his aunt carried him
upstairs to the nursery. She laid him on the changing table and unwrapped him
from the blanket. She turned him over and unzipped the sleepers. She gently
pulled the wet sleepers off Andrew. She strapped his arms and chest, "Okay
baby I'm going to make you a bath, I'll be right back." his aunt said
heading towards the door. "NO!" Andrew exclaimed as he pulled at the
straps and started crying. "Okay baby, it's alright, I'll just be a minute
then I'll come right back." she comforted. "No." Andrew whined.
He tried to reach up and hold her but he was still strapped down which caused
him to cry some more. "Okay baby, okay, I'll stay." his aunt
promised, she was glad that she had Andrew strapped down, otherwise he might
have fallen off the table.
She
held him for another minute then began changing his diaper. She removed his
plastic pants then unpinned the four diapers. After she had the poop cleared
she discovered that Andrew had developed a slight rash. "Uh oh, another
rash. But I think I can take care of this one." She said then pulled the
dirty diapers out from under him. She grabbed a disposable diaper from under
the table and put it on him. She unstrapped him and picked him up. Andrew held
on as though his aunt wasn't holding him at all. She carried him into the
bathroom and sat him on the toilet. She ran the water and waited for the for it
to heat up then filled the tub with warm water. She even added a little bubble
bath to help cheer Andrew up.
She
picked Andrew up off the toilet and laid him on the floor. Andrew winced as his
bare back touched the cold bathroom floor. His aunt untapped the disposable and
pulled it down to reveal that Andrew had pooped in it. "You don't waste
any diapers, do you?" She asked with a smile. Andrew just smiled back. She
cleared the poop from his bottom then lifted him into the tub. Andrew winced
again as he was transferred from the cold floor to the very warm water. Andrew
soon got comfortable in the water. His aunt allowed Andrew to soak in the water
while she disposed of the diaper. She made sure his entire body was wet before
washing him. She washed his hair then slowly worked her way down his body,
washing him gently but thoroughly. Andrew was enjoying his bath tremendously.
He started to doze off while his aunt was washing his chest. She had already
finished cleaning it and was just rubbing the washcloth lightly over Andrew's
chest and stomach. Suddenly Andrew jumped, not wanting to fall asleep, fearing
that his aunt might not be there when he woke up. "I'm sorry baby, are you
okay?" she asked thinking she may have hit a sore spot. Andrew nodded his
head then settled back down. His aunt finished washing him while letting the
water drain. She then took the shower nozzle and rinsed him off with warm
water.
After
Andrew was sufficiently rinsed off, his aunt wrapped a towel around him while
he sat on the edge of the tub. She carried him straight to the changing table
and laid him on it. She took her time drying him off, being careful not to rub
too hard. When she was satisfied, she pulled out the baby lotion and began
massaging it onto Andrew's body. Again Andrew had to fight to stay awake. His
aunt noticed but didn't say anything. She continued the massage, pausing when
she notice Andrew peeing onto the towel. Andrew hadn't even noticed and
wondered why she stopped. She resumed the massage and finished after a few more
minutes. She removed the wet towel and proceeded to diaper Andrew. She spread
Desitin on his diaper area then pulled a disposable from under the changing
table. Andrew raised his bottom so his aunt could slide the diaper under. She
powdered him and the diaper then taped the disposable around his waist. She
then grabbed a onesie from a drawer and released the straps from Andrew's arms
and chest. She sat him up and put the onesie on him. "Why a
disposable?" Andrew asked. "Because I want to see if it helps your
rash heal quicker. They lock away moisture to keep it away from baby's
skin." Andrew giggled at her quote of a diaper commercial.
Ready
to eat?" His aunt asked. Andrew nodded just as his stomach growled.
"Well I guess so." she remarked as she carried him down to the
kitchen. She placed him in the highchair, strapped him in and slid the tray in
place. She grabbed a bottle of juice from the refrigerator and gave it to
Andrew. She prepared some cornmeal and mixed in a jar of peaches. She also
opened a jar of baby cereal with mixed fruit and a jar of apples and chicken.
She carried the food over to Andrew and set it on the highchair tray. Andrew
ate as fast as his aunt could feed him. When he finished Andrew complained that
he was still hungry. "Still hungry?" His aunt exclaimed, Andrew
nodded. "Okay, I'll see what I got." She said clearing the tray.
"You like bananas?" She asked as she wiped the tray off.
"Yeah." Andrew responded. "Here you go baby, remember you have
chew this." His aunt instructed as she peeled the banana and laid it on
the tray.
She
left Andrew to eat by himself and went to the sink and began washing the dishes.
Andrew was enjoying the banana but he had to keep reminding himself to chew it
and not swallow it immediately. He paused to suck on his bottle then went right
back to the banana. His aunt kept an eye on him but thought that he was doing
pretty good. Andrew was having a hard time remembering to chew before he
swallowed. He even bit his finger a few times. He got down to the end and
popped it into his mouth. He again bit his finger causing him to swallow the
piece whole. Andrew felt it go down a little way then it stopped. He tried to
make it go all the way down but it wouldn't. He tried to cough it back up but
that didn't work either. Then Andrew noticed that he couldn't breathe. He
frantically tried to get the piece unstuck. His aunt didn't notice Andrew trying
to scream at her.
Andrew
was getting really scared. He still couldn't breathe and was becoming
lightheaded. His aunt looked over to see how Andrew was doing and saw him with
his mouth open but not making a sound. "OH NO! Baby are you okay???"
She screamed. She pulled the tray off and undid the strap then laid Andrew on
the table. She positioned her hands on his stomach above his belly button and
thrust them into his stomach. On the second try the piece of banana popped into
Andrew's mouth. He spit it out as it no longer tasted good. His aunt picked him
up as he gasped for air. It wasn't easy since he was crying at the same time.
Andrew was crying harder than he had ever cried. His aunt tried to calm him
down with his pacifier. Andrew tried to stop crying but he couldn't. He was
crying so hard he couldn't suck on his pacifier.
His
aunt held Andrew and rubbed his back trying to calm him down. After about
twenty minutes Andrew was able to stop crying. "Are you okay baby?"
his aunt asked wiping the tears from his face. Andrew nodded as he sucked on
his pacifier. She held him for a few more minutes then sat him back in the
highchair and strapped him in. "I shouldn't have given you that banana, it
wasn't soft enough." She said, Andrew agreed. She picked up the half-empty
bottle off the floor and gave it back to Andrew. Andrew sat in the highchair
and sucked on the bottle while his aunt finished washing the dishes. Andrew was
not finished with the bottle when his aunt was done washing the dishes. She
prepared a bottle for later then released Andrew from the highchair and carried
him to the living room. She sat Andrew in the playpen then told him she had to
go to the bathroom and that she would be right back. Andrew immediately became
upset and started crying. "You can't come in with me while I'm going to
the bathroom." she explained. Andrew cried even harder.
"What
am I going to do with you?" she said as she picked him up out of the
playpen. She held him and he quickly calmed down. She carried him to the
downstairs bathroom and sat him on the floor. She got an idea and grabbed a
towel from the closet. "Now, DO NOT, take this towel off,
understand?" She ordered. Andrew nodded his head. She draped the towel
over his head and made sure it covered his face well. She even went so far as
to tuck the ends into the onesie's collar. She did her business as quickly as
possible while watching Andrew carefully. Andrew was not about to take the
towel off, knowing he would be in deep trouble. His aunt finished quickly and
recovered herself. She flushed then took the towel off Andrew. "Okay, all
done." She said folding up the towel and putting it away. She washed her
hands thoroughly then dried them. "You first." she said waving him to
the door. Andrew crawled out to the living room with his aunt right behind him.
Andrew's aunt lifted him into the playpen, then sat on the couch to watch TV.
PART
TWENTY-TWO
Andrew
played with the toys in the playpen while keeping an eye on his aunt. Andrew
was starting to worry about his diaper leaking, it had swelled up considerably.
He stuck his finger in the crotch to check for wetness. He felt around but it
didn't feel wet. Andrew pulled his finger out of his diaper to smell it only to
find there was poop on the end of it. "EWWW!" Andrew exclaimed
holding his finger up. "What is that?" his aunt said looking at his
finger. She grabbed a tissue from the end table and went over to Andrew.
"I gotta poopy finger." Andrew said with a giggle. "Have you
been playing with your diaper?" His aunt asked while wiping his finger
off. "I was just checking it, I thought it was gonna leak." Andrew
explained. "Don't worry about that, I'll take care of it. You just let me
know if your diaper leaks. I don't want you playing with your diapers anymore. Okay?"
She instructed. "OK." Andrew said. "Well, I guess you want your
diaper changed, don't you?" His aunt asked. Andrew just shrugged his
shoulders. "Yeah I guess you'll be fine for another couple hours."
she said jokingly as she began walking away. "OK, OK, I want my diaper
changed." Andrew announced. "If you say so," she said lifting
Andrew out of the playpen.
She
carried him up to the nursery and strapped him into the changing table. She
undid the onesie then the diaper and pulled the front down to reveal Andrew's
poopy bottom. "Boy, do you ever stop pooping?" She remarked. Andrew
didn't answer. His aunt cleaned him up and applied another coat of Desitin to
his diaper area. "How long were you poopy anyway?" she asked. "I
didn't even know until I got some on my finger." Andrew explained.
"That's because you're just a baby." his aunt said with a smile.
Andrew took it as a compliment and smiled back, happy that he was able to be
just a baby. His aunt had him in a fresh diaper in no time and refastened his
onesie. "My, you really did need your diaper changed." she remarked
from the weight of the used diaper. She released him from the table then picked
him up. She knew he needed a nap but also knew that he was afraid to fall
asleep. She carried him down to the kitchen and sat him on the floor. She
retrieved the bottle she had prepared earlier then grabbed some sleeping pills
out of a cabinet. She crushed one and a half pills and mixed it in with the
formula. "Okay baby, time for a bottle." she said walking to the living
room. Andrew didn't suspect a thing as he climbed up on the couch and laid on
his aunt's lap. She held the bottle as he nurse on it. Andrew noticed that the
formula tasted a little funny, but not enough to complain about.
Andrew
was almost finished with the bottle when the sleeping pills began to kick in.
He felt drowsy but managed to stay awake. His sucking slowed down but he was
still able to finish the bottle before he fell asleep. His aunt replaced the
bottle with his pacifier. She began stroking his head and rubbing his legs to
help soothe him to sleep. It was all too much for Andrew and he was soon fast
asleep. His aunt turned the TV. volume down but continued watching it. After
her program finished she carefully lifted Andrew off her lap and laid him on the
couch on his stomach. She rubbed his back for a few seconds then headed for the
kitchen. She was sure he would sleep for at least two hours. She quietly
prepared a load of diapers in the washer then went to the kitchen to wash
dishes. She was glad that she put Andrew in disposables, it allowed her a
chance to catch up on washing his cloth diapers. After awhile she went to check
on Andrew. He was still sleeping in the exact same position she left him in.
"You're just too precious." his aunt said as she rubbed his back. She
noticed that he was drooling around his pacifier. She got a paper towel from
the kitchen and gently lifted his head to slide it under.
Two
hours later Andrew woke up. He lifted his head off the drool soaked paper towel
and saw his aunt sitting in her easy chair. "Did you have a nice
nap?" she asked walking over to the couch. She used the paper towel to
wipe the drool from Andrew's face. "How long did I sleep?" Andrew
asked groggily. "About two and a half hours." she replied. She pulled
Andrew into a sitting position. "You sure needed that nap. you've been
nodding off all day." she said allowing Andrew to fully wake up. She went
to the kitchen and filled a bottle with juice. She quickly returned and handed
it to Andrew. Andrew spit out his pacifier and stuck the bottle in his mouth.
His
aunt went to change over another load of laundry. Andrew was too busy nursing
on his bottle to notice his aunt leave. After a few minutes he noticed she
wasn't there anymore and started crying. His aunt almost immediately showed up
to comfort him. "It's okay baby, I'm here. I was just in the other
room." she said picking him up. Andrew immediately calmed down and went
back to sucking his bottle. "Well if you're going to be that way, I'll
just have to take you with me.” She carried him to the laundry room and laid
him in a large basket of clean diapers and clothes. Andrew was cozy since some
had just come out if the dryer. She finished unloading the last load from the
dryer then tossed them in the basket on top of Andrew. She tucked Andrew's feet
inside the basket then picked up the basket with Andrew in it and carried it
out of the room. She carried it up to the nursery and set it in the crib. She
fished Andrew out and laid him on the changing table. "Let's see how this
diaper of yours is doing." She said unsnapping his onesie. She squeezed
the front of his diaper causing him to squirm a little. She stuck a finger
inside and checked the wetness. "I think this one's just about had
it." she announced.
His
aunt untaped the diaper and pulled the front down. "Oh good, you stopped
pooping." she said in mock surprise. She pulled the wet diaper from under
his bottom then wiped him clean with baby wipes. "So baby, would you like
to play in the sandbox after you're changed?" she asked. "Yeah!"
Andrew replied. His aunt gently rubbed Desitn into the rash and applied it to
the rest of his diaper area. She bent down and grabbed a disposable diaper from
under the changing table. She went to slide it under him but saw that he was
peeing. "I see we're going to start that again," she remarked. Andrew
giggled at his infantile accident. His aunt wiped up the small puddle with a
cloth diaper then wiped the back of Andrew's legs dry. She slid the diaper
under Andrew's bottom then dusted him with baby powder, purposely getting some
on his stomach and legs. She pulled the diaper up and taped it snugly around
Andrew's waist. She sat him up and pulled the onesie off him then threw it in
the hamper. She then grabbed a bottle of kids’ sunblock from the diaper bag and
began smearing it all over Andrew's body. She massaged it in to make sure
Andrew's skin wasn't too greasy. "Now where should I pin this on?"
she said holding his pacifier with the ribbon tied to it. Andrew's eyes went
wide. "I'm just kidding." she said setting the pacifier down. She
grabbed a pacifier with an attached strap. "You'll need this one, because
I don't want you dropping you pacifier in the sand." She said while
fastening the strap loosely around the back of his head.
PART
TWENTY-THREE
"Okay
then, all ready to go," she said. She picked him up and propped him on her
hip and propped the laundry basket on the other. She carried Andrew and the
laundry down to the kitchen where Andrew tossed the empty baby bottle in the
sink. His aunt carried him out the back door and set the laundry basket on the
picnic table. She carried him over to the sandbox and sat him down near a
corner. "No shoes?" Andrew asked. "Nope. It's okay to be
barefoot in the sandbox, there's no sharp rocks and stuff like on the lawn. But
don't leave the sandbox." His aunt instructed then went to the picnic
table to fold laundry. Andrew started playing with some toy cars his aunt had
provided. She had also provided a shovel and bucket but Andrew wasn't ready to play
with them. Andrew crawled around in the sand box, pushing the toy cars from one
side to the other. Every now and then he would stop to enjoy the breeze blowing
over his almost naked body. He was glad to be outside for awhile and his aunt
was happy he was getting some fresh air. After being outside for a half hour,
his aunt finished folding the diapers and clothes. "Okay baby, we have to
take these clothes upstairs and put them away." she announced walking over
to the sandbox. Andrew moaned because he was having so much fun. "Would
you like to stay out here by yourself while I go put these away?" she
offered. Andrew felt a pit form in his stomach. He was afraid to be alone but
he was having too much fun to leave. "I'll only be gone for two minutes."
his aunt added. That made Andrew feel a little better. "So, do you want to
stay?" She asked specifically asking yes or no questions. Andrew hesitated
for a moment then nodded yes. "You sure?" she questioned. Andrew
nodded again. "Okay then, I'll be back as quickly as I can." She said
picking up the laundry basket. "But remember, stay IN the sandbox."
She said as she entered the house.
Andrew
went back to playing with the cars but was having trouble enjoying himself. He
found himself constantly looking at the back door hoping to see his aunt come
back out. After a minute he was getting worried. He thought about going inside
but didn't want to get in trouble. He tried to go to playing with the cars but
he was too worried. A few seconds later his aunt appeared carrying a book.
"Okay baby, I'm back did you miss me?" she asked. Andrew nodded
holding his arms out. His aunt picked him up and hugged him. "I'm so proud
of you, you didn't even cry." She said. Andrew felt better already.
"Why don't you play some more? See I got you a shovel and a pail."
She said sitting him down in the sandbox. Andrew immediately went for the
shovel and started filling up the bucket. His aunt sat at the picnic table and
read her book while keeping an eye on Andrew. Andrew was again enjoying himself,
he was even surprised at how much fun he was having. A few months ago he
wouldn't have even thought of playing in a sandbox, but now he was having more
fun than when he used to play his Sega. Andrew was having fun pushing the toy
cars up and down the little hills he had made and into the holes he dug.
After
an hour Andrew had constructed an entire highway and road system throughout the
sandbox. His aunt approached him to check the condition of his skin to make
sure he wasn't getting sunburned. She found that almost his entire body was
covered in a thin layer of sand. The upper part of his back was the only part
of his body that was clean. "How did you manage to get this much sand all
over yourself?" She inquired. Andrew just shrugged his shoulders. His aunt
went on to check him for signs of sunburn. When she found no visual signs of
sunburn she patted him on the back asking if it hurt. Andrew shook his head no.
His aunt continued patting him on other parts of his body still asking him if
it hurt. Andrew answered no every time. She produced a squeeze bottle of kids
sunblock and rubbed some into the clean part of his back. "Well I guess
that's all I can put on you isn't it?" she asked. Andrew looked at himself
then nodded his agreement. His aunt went back to the picnic table and continued
reading her book. Andrew went back to playing with the toy cars in the sand.
After a half hour Andrew was so engrossed in his play that his aunt was able to
get a towel out of the house without him even noticing her leave.
After
another half-hour his aunt decided that Andrew had done enough playing outside.
"Okay baby, I have to go to the store, let's get you ready." She said
picking Andrew up in the towel. Andrew was upset about having to stop playing
but he was soon cheered up by the thought of going to the store. His aunt
carried him to the upstairs bathroom and started the water running in the tub.
She checked the back of his diaper and found it clean. While holding around the
chest with one arm she undid a tape on his diaper with the other. Andrew felt
the soaked diaper slide down his right leg then heard it land on the floor with
a splat. She sat Andrew in the warm water and laid him back. She rinsed all the
sand off him then began washing his hair. She made sure to get it extra clean
then moved on to washing his face. About the time she was moving on to his
chest they began smelling poop. His aunt looked down and saw a brown cloud
expanding between his legs. "EWWW!" Andrew exclaimed. He wasn't happy
about sitting in poopy water and started to cry. "It's okay baby, I'll
take care of it." she said as she began draining the water. "We
should have known this would happen sooner or later." his aunt said.
Once
the water was drained Andrew calmed down. His aunt rinsed out any poop residue
and refilled the tub. She finished washing him without further incident. When
she finished she picked him up in a towel. She carried him to the nursery and
laid him on the changing table where she dried him quickly. She gave him his
baby lotion massage then powdered his diaper area. She quickly taped a
disposable diaper on him then grabbed red onesie and a pair of shorts. She
pulled the onesie down over his body and fastened it over his diaper then
slipped the shorts over it. She picked him up and carried him out of the
nursery. "No shoes?" Andrew asked. "You won't need them."
his aunt responded. She grabbed her purse and carried Andrew out to the car.
She buckled him into the carseat then hopped into the driver's seat. They arrived
at the store a few minutes later. Andrew waited as his aunt got out of the car
and came around to get him out. She unbuckled him from the carseat then lifted
him out and placed him on her hip. She carried him into the store and over to
the carts. "Can I ride up here today?" Andrew asked pointing to the
child seat. "Let's see if you fit first." his aunt said. Lifted him
up high enough allowing him to slip his feet through the legs holes. She
carefully lowered Andrew until he was all the way in. He was just small enough
to fit. "Is that too tight?" his aunt asked. Andrew shook his head
no. His aunt fastened the belt extra snug causing Andrew to feel very secure.
His
aunt pushed the cart into the store and began her shopping. Andrew was so glad
he was able to fit in the child seat, he hadn't ridden in it for years. The
fact that he was riding in the child seat barefoot made him feel even more
babyish. He couldn't remember the last time he came to the store barefoot, even
when he rode in the cart he usually had shoes on. His aunt could tell he was
enjoying himself and took her time shopping. Due to his snug fit in the child
seat Andrew was able to feel every time he wet his diaper. Andrew was enjoying
himself immensely even though he wasn't doing anything. He really liked it when
his aunt would pull the cart from the front because it felt like the cart was
moving all by itself. He squealed with excitement as they entered the baby
aisle. "You really do love being a baby." his aunt remarked. Andrew
nodded his head then pulled his pacifier out his pocket and popped it in his
mouth. Andrew happily sucked on his pacifier while ignoring the strange looks
from other shoppers.
After
a half-hour of shopping Andrew was starting to wonder about his potty training.
It seemed as though he felt himself wetting every ten or fifteen minutes. While
his aunt was shopping Andrew was able to keep his eye on the store clock. He
used it to time how long between each time he felt himself pee. While his aunt
picked out fresh produce, Andrew was able to determine that he peed a little
over ten minutes apart. He realized that it was going to take him forever to
repotty-train. He decided not to worry about it for now, and just enjoy
himself. Andrew waited patiently as his aunt finished her shopping. Andrew felt
himself blush as he was pushed up to the register. His aunt transferred the
items from the cart to the belt. Andrew did his best to ignore the looks from
the cashier and bagboy. His aunt quickly paid and pushed the cart towards the
door. Andrew was relieved when he was outside. His aunt put the groceries into
her car then reached over and tried to pull Andrew out of the cart.
"Oopsy." she said unbuckling the safety belt. Andrew giggled as she
lifted him up. He pulled his feet out of the leg holes. His aunt sat him in the
carseat and strapped him in snugly.
PART
TWENTY-FOUR
On
the way back Andrew realized that he was looking forward to his baby food
dinner, but not because he was hungry. He actually had a craving for baby food.
He looked down at some of the food that his aunt bought for herself and felt
himself cringe. He couldn't believe it, he was getting nauseous at the thought
of food that he used to like. He was now getting worried. How was he going to
go back to being a normal boy when doesn't even like normal food anymore. His
thoughts were quickly interrupted when his aunt released him from the carseat
and picked him up. She carried him into the house and sat him in the playpen.
She grabbed a bottle from the refrigerator and gave it to Andrew. "Okay baby,
I'm going to bring in the groceries. You just stay put." she said. Andrew
was already sucking on the bottle as he watched his aunt walk out the front
door. Andrew remembered how last time he helped bring in the groceries. This
time he just sat in the playpen and watched. He wasn't afraid since his aunt
was never out of sight for long and he could hear her almost the whole time.
Andrew finished the bottle pretty quickly and replaced it with his pacifier. He
set the bottle next to him in the playpen and began playing with the toys.
After
a half-hour his aunt came and got Andrew out of the playpen for dinner.
"You hungry?" she asked. Andrew nodded and smiled. "That's good
because I've got plenty of food for you," she responded. She buckled
Andrew into the highchair and slid the tray in place then brought the baby food
over. Andrew giggled with delight as she placed them on the tray in front of
him. "You like this food, don't ya?" she remarked. Andrew nodded and
smiled even bigger. "In that case, let's get started," she said,
scooping the first spoonful. Andrew was enjoying every bite. When his aunt
finished she gave him a bottle of juice to drink. While he nursed the bottle
his aunt brought over a few small bottles of baby food. "I'm afraid you're
going to have to eat some not-so-good stuff now. You need some more vegetables
and some meat, but don't worry, they taste alright," she said in response
to Andrew's moan. She mixed a jar of peas, squash, and turkey in applesauce
then added some honey. "Okay, let's see what you think," she said,
feeding him a spoonful. It wasn't good but it wasn't bad, either. "Does
that taste alright?" she asked. Andrew just shrugged his shoulders.
"Alright,
I'll add a little more honey. But that's it, I don't want you hyper tonight,
bedtime's in an hour,” she said, stirring the baby food. She fed Andrew
quickly, to get it over with. It was tolerable and he ate every bite, though he
did make more of a mess than before. Several times his aunt had to scoop some
off his face and put it back in his mouth. Before the bowl was empty, Andrew
was feeling uncomfortably full. "Come on, just a little more." she
said in response to Andrew's discomfort and slow swallowing. Andrew managed to
get another spoonful down then suddenly had the uncontrollable urge to burp.
But instead of air, he burped up baby food. He tried to swallow it but some
more came up. "Uh oh, I do believe you're full." she said wiping the
baby food from his mouth and onesie. Just when Andrew thought it was over a
little more came up. "Well you're just ready burst aren't you?" she
said. Andrew couldn't believe what just happened, he burped up just like an
infant. "Sorry about that, I thought you could handle it all. But I guess
not." she said clearing the tray.
"I
think I know something that will make you feel better." She said wetting a
dishrag. "Maybe I should keep a wet rag with me every time I feed
you." she said wiping his face clean. She removed the tray and unfastened
the belt. The rinsed out the dishrag and wrung it dry. She grabbed a dry towel
and draped it over her left shoulder. She picked Andrew up and placed her right
hand on the seat of his diaper. "Hold this in front of your mouth,
honey," she said handing him the damp dishrag. While supporting him with
her right hand she began firmly patting him on the back. Almost immediately
Andrew felt some baby food force it's way up his throat and into his mouth.
Andrew wasn't able to swallow and after the third time some started oozing out
of his mouth onto the dishrag. His aunt also started lightly bouncing him up
and down to get any air in his stomach to the top. A little more baby food made
it's way into his mouth before he finally began burping air. The first one
exploded out causing Andrew to spew his mouthful of baby food onto the dishrag.
It ran down his chin and dripped onto the towel on his aunt's shoulder. After a
few more burps his stomach felt much better. His aunt continued for another
minute before she was satisfied.
His
aunt sat Andrew back in the highchair then carefully removed the dishrag from
Andrew's mouth using the towel. She wiped off the excess baby food with the
towel then rinsed the dishrag out and wiped Andrew's face clean. "There
now, all clean." she said. "Think you can finish this?" she
asked holding up the half-empty bottle. Andrew was afraid that he would just
burp it back up so he answered no. "We'll save it for later then."
she said placing the bottle in the refrigerator. She picked Andrew up and
carried him to the living room. She laid him on the couch then pulled off his
shorts. She then unsnapped his onesie and sat him up. She pulled the onesie off
him then sat Andrew in the playpen. He was a little surprised because he
expected her to change his diaper. "Okay baby, you can play for a little while
before bedtime." his aunt instructed. Andrew played while his aunt took
the clothes to the washroom. She came back and sat in her easy chair. She read
a book as she kept an eye on Andrew. He was having fun just wearing only a baby
diaper. After awhile Andrew looked down at his diaper, it was bulging out so
much it looked like it was going to rip. He decided not to say anything and
kept on playing. About a half hour later he noticed his legs were wet. He
decided not to say anything, because “babies don't care”.
Andrew
kept on playing and noticed a puddle forming in the playpen. He felt like a
true baby playing in a leaking diaper and not doing anything about it. Soon
afterwards his aunt announced it was bedtime. She approached the play pen and
saw Andrew sitting in the puddle. "My little guy's sprung a leak.” she
said lifting him from the playpen. Andrew felt the diaper sagging heavily on
his hips. He also felt several streams of pee running down his legs and
dripping off his feet as his aunt held him up. She grabbed a towel from the
side of the playpen and dried Andrew's legs off then put it in the playpen to
soak up the puddle. She carried Andrew to the nursery at arms length to keep
him from getting her wet. Just as they entered the nursery his diaper started
leaking some more. "You're just leaking all over the place." his aunt
remarked. She laid him on the changing table and immediately removed his leaky
diaper. "Well this one is totaled." she said holding up the soaked
diaper for Andrew to see. Andrew held out his hands. "You wanna hold
this?" she asked. Andrew nodded yes and took the diaper from his aunt. He
immediately noticed how heavy it was. He couldn't believe he was just wearing
something so completely soaked.
He
handed it back to his aunt and she disposed of it. "Alright I'm going to
get a wet washrag so stay put." his aunt said leaving the nursery. After
she left Andrew began examining his privates, something he wasn't able to do
very often anymore. As he was feeling around between his legs, he began peeing
on his hands. He immediately yanked his hands back but they had still gotten
soaked. “Ah ha, that’s what you get for playing with yourself.” His aunt said
after witnessing the event. Andrew lay naked on the changing table holding up
his dripping wet hands for his aunt to clean. She wiped them with the washrag
then cleaned pee of the changing table with a towel. She wiped his legs clean
with the washrag then set it aside. She wiped his diaper area with a baby wipe
then examined it for signs of a rash. “I’d say your rash is gone, but the
disposables didn’t help clear it up any faster than the cloth diapers,” she
stated. She applied a layer of Desitin to Andrew’s diaper area then pulled four
cloth diapers from under the changing table. “It’s back to cloth diapers for
you, little boy,” she said, sliding the diapers under his raised bottom. She
applied baby powder generously then pinned Andrew into the diapers.
PART
TWENTY-FIVE
Andrew’s
aunt grabbed a pair of green sleepers from the dresser and put them on him. She
pinned his pacifier to the sleepers and stuck it in his mouth. “All done and
ready for beddy-bye.” His aunt remarked. Andrew didn’t wasn’t to sleep in the
nursery all by himself. He was about to say something until his aunt carried
him out of the nursery. She carried him into the bathroom and sat him on the
counter. Andrew watched as she grabbed his tooth brush and squeezed some
toothpaste onto it. She pulled his pacifier out of his mouth and began brushing
his teeth. After going over every tooth very carefully, his aunt had Andrew
spit out the toothpaste and rinse his mouth out very well. She noted that he
seemed to be having trouble sipping from the cup but he still got his mouth
rinsed. She wiped the dribble from his chin and put the toothbrush and
toothpaste away. Andrew was sure that he was going back to the nursery to sleep
by himself, but instead his aunt carried him back downstairs and sat him on the
couch. “Stay put, I’ll be done in a minute.” She said. Andrew watched her as
she made sure the playpen was clean and dry. She then turned off the lights in
the living room and kitchen. She returned to the couch carrying a bottle.
Andrew held his arms out as his aunt picked him up. She carried him upstairs as
he began nursing on the bottle. Andrew was going to complain about sleeping
alone but his aunt didn’t take him back to the nursery. Instead she carried him
to her room and laid him on her bed. “Now be good and stay put while I change.”
She said closing her door. She then went to her bathroom leaving the door
partly opened. She knew Andrew wouldn’t be messing with anything because she
had then mittens fastened before she put the sleepers on him.
Andrew
lay content on the bed nursing from the bottle. He was almost done when his
aunt emerged from her bathroom wearing a nightgown. “Are we ready for
night-nights?” she asked. Andrew smiled and nodded around the bottle. She
climbed into the bed and pulled Andrew over to her side of the bed. She waited
for him to finish the bottle then set it on her nightstand. His aunt popped his
pacifier in his mouth then pulled a light sheet over them. She held him tight
as they lay still. Andrew was scared that he would wake up all by himself again
but couldn’t help feeling secure in his aunt’s embrace. Despite his fears he
soon fell asleep to his aunt’s relief.
The
next morning Andrew woke up in his aunt’s bed by himself. He quickly looked
over and saw his aunt in her bathroom brushing her hair. Relieved, Andrew
turned his attention to his diapers. He could tell that he had dumped huge load
of poop in his diaper overnight. He thought he felt himself pooping some more
but he couldn’t tell any difference. Andrew sat up on the bed and felt poop
spread into his crotch and surround his dick and balls. With as much poop as he
had in his diaper, none of it was solid. He wanted to see what his diaper
looked like but the sleeper mittens kept it to feel only examination. Andrew
sniffed the air but he couldn’t smell any poop. He thought that the diapers
must really be good to contain the smell.
“Pee
yew, you got some stinky diapers this morning!” his aunt announced as she came
from the bathroom. “But, I can’t smell anything.” Andrew said. “That’s cause
you’re used to it. I just came from the other room.” His aunt explained. She
picked him up and carried him to the nursery. “Did you sleep well last night?”
she asked as she laid him on the changing table. Andrew nodded yes. “I thought
so, you didn’t move once last night.” She remarked. She opened the crotch of
his sleepers and examined his diapers. “You must have a really poopy diaper.”
She said referring to poop leaking into his plastic pants. She took him out of
the sleepers then strapped him down. "Okay baby, I'm going to go make your
bath. I'll be right back." His aunt announced. Andrew sucked on his
pacifier as his aunt left him helpless on the table. He wasn't too distressed
because he could hear his aunt in the bathroom. He was still apprehensive
because he wouldn't be able to get off the table if his aunt disappeared.
His aunt soon reappeared and began removing
his diapers. “You have one really messy diaper.” She said poking his plastic
pants. She carefully pulled them down leaving a trail of runny poop on his
legs. She carefully unpinned the diapers and pulled them down to reveal his
messy diaper area. She cleaned all the excess poop off Andrew then picked him
up off the changing table and carried him to the bathroom. Andrew thought it
was really neat being carried through the house completely naked. His aunt
carried him at arms length by his armpits to keep him from getting any poop on
her. Just as the reached the bathroom, Andrew unintentionally released a stream
of pee onto the floor. “Oh my.” His aunt said dodging the puddles. She quickly
sat him in the tub were he finished emptying his bladder. Andrew soaked in the
tub while his aunt cleaned up his trail of pee with a towel.
Andrew
was given a thorough bath by his aunt. When finished she picked him up in a
towel and carried him into the nursery. She dried him on she changing table
then gave him his baby lotion massage. As usual Andrew involuntarily peed on
the changing table. His aunt cleaned him and the mess up then diapered him.
After she had four diapers pinned on Andrew she grabbed another and pinned in
on over the others. “Just for fun.” She said. She retrieved a transparent pair
of plastic pants with little trains on it and a bright yellow pair of footed
rompers. She slid the plastic pants up Andrew’s legs and over the diapers. The
were snug but still did their job. She then put the rompers on Andrew. Andrew
sat up and felt the extra bulk between his legs and smiled. “You like those
diapers?” his aunt asked. Andrew nodded.
His
aunt picked Andrew up and carried him down to the kitchen for breakfast. She
placed him in the high chair then gave him a baby bottle to suck on. While
preparing Andrews meal she also began cooking herself some breakfast. Meanwhile
Andrew was enjoying his thick diapers. He sat in the highchair squeezing his
legs together while sucking on the baby bottle. After a few minutes his aunt
carried a bowl of cornmeal over to the highchair and set it on the tray along
with a couple jars of baby food. Andrew was glad because his arms were getting
tired. He set the bottle next to the cornmeal. His aunt began feeding him the
sweetened cornmeal then opened the jars of baby food. Andrew happily ate the
baby food then the rest of the cornmeal. His aunt praised him for finishing all
the food then gave him back the half empty bottle. Andrew drank it all down
while his aunt ate her breakfast. After Andrew finished his bottle he started
squirming in the highchair. His aunt noticed and asked if he wanted down.
Andrew nodded yes and his aunt released him from the highchair placing him on
the floor. He crawled around the kitchen while his aunt ate her breakfast.
His
aunt kept and eye on Andrew as she finished up her breakfast. She put the
dishes in the sink then went to retrieve Andrew. When she approached Andrew
held his arms out for her to pick him up. She placed him on her hip and carried
him to the living room. As she held him she firmly patted him on the back
causing him to burp twice.
“So
baby, what do you want to do now?” His aunt asked. “I wanna go on the swing.”
Andrew responded. His aunt obliged and carried him outside. She placed him in
the swing, which he fit snug into and fastened all the straps. She pushed him
while he sat back and enjoyed himself. After a half hour his aunt's arms were
tired and she let Andrew push himself. Andrew would have rather been pushed but
he didn't complain. He continued to push himself until his aunt was rested and
decided to take over again. Andrew was again able to relax while his aunt did
all the work. She again pushed him until her arms were tired. “Okay baby, I'm
going to run inside for a minute. You push yourself until I get back. I won't
be long.” she said pulling the knob from the swing's buckle. She made a quick
bathroom break then grabbed a bottle of formula for Andrew.
When
she came back outside she saw Andrew pumping with all his might. “Ohh, you're
going really high now!” she cheered. Andrew slowed down as his aunt approached.
“Let's go for a walk.” she suggested as she released him from the swing. She
picked Andrew up and placed him on her hip. She carried him towards a path that
he hadn't seen before. They talked a little bit as she walked. His aunt praised
Andrew for his good behavior during his stay. Fifteen minutes into the walk
they came upon the creek where Andrew caught his frog. She sat down on the
bench and sat Andrew on her lap. Andrew leaned back onto his aunt's chest. They
sat there for a few minutes watching the creek and listening to the birds and
other animals.
Andrew's
aunt pulled the bottle from her pocket and removed Andrew's pacifier from his
mouth. She stuck the nipple into Andrew's mouth and waited for him to start
sucking. Andrew almost immediately began sucking on the bottle as his aunt held
it for him. While holding the bottle with one hand she held Andrew snugly
around the stomach with the other. They sat quietly enjoying the peaceful
surroundings. It was so peaceful that Andrew fell asleep on his aunt's lap. She
noticed when his head started leaning to one side. She sat there for another
half-hour enjoying the outdoors while Andrew snoozed in her lap before she
decided that they needed to get back to the house. She carefully held Andrew as
she stood up then gently turned him around to face her. She positioned his head
on her shoulder as she held him in front of her. She placed one hand on his
bottom with the other around his back to steady him. She then began her trek
back to her house.
Andrew
woke up with a bright light in his face. He rolled over to shield his eyes then
the next thing he knew he was falling and ended up lying face down in the
grass. He hit hard and began crying. His aunt was quickly on the scene and
scooped Andrew up off the ground. She comforted him by lightly bouncing him up
and down and patting him on the back. Andrew took a few minutes to calm down
and when he did he asked what happened. “Well baby, I only just laid you down
on the table then the next thing know you're lying on the ground crying. I
thought you'd be okay for a minute, but I was wrong.” she apologized. “Will you
forgive me?” she asked. Andrew nodded and gave her a hug, she gave him a kiss
on the cheek in return. She sat Andrew in the playpen and put his pacifier back
in his mouth. She pulled the mittens off his hands and left him to play. Andrew
played for a few hours while his aunt did some chores around the house.
PART
TWENTY-SIX
“Guess
what baby!” his aunt announced. “What?” Andrew asked excitedly. “You mean you
don't know?” she joked. “No.” Andrew said anxiously. “It's nap time!” she
announced. “Aww.” Andrew whined. “Yeah, yeah, I know. But baby needs his
nappy-poo.” his aunt said as she lifted him from the playpen. She carried him
up to the nursery and sat him on the changing table. “Let's see how that diaper
of yours is doing.” she said. She unbuttoned Andrew's rompers, stuck her hand
under his plastic pants and felt the outside of his diaper. “What, you're not
even wet!” she exclaimed. Andrew looked surprised. “Well just the outside of
your diaper is dry, but the inside is nice and wet.” she explained, then bent
down and smelled his diaper. “You must not be very messy, because I don't smell
anything.” she stated. She then re-buttoned the crotch of his rompers and
refastened his mittens over his hands then pronounced him ready for his nap. In
one motion she picked him up and laid him in the crib. “I'll be right back with
your baba.” she said.
She
returned to find him in the exact same position she left him in. “That's a good
boy, now here's your baba.” she said. Andrew took the bottle and put the nipple
straight into his mouth. “Sweet dreams, I'll see you in an hour or two, and if
you're good you'll get a treat.” she said kissing him on the forehead. She left
turning off the light and leaving the door partly open. Andrew was bored, he
wanted to go back and play but knew better than to get out of the crib, plus he
wanted that treat his aunt promised. Despite him not wanting to be there,
Andrew eventually began getting sleepy. His aunt came to check on Andrew a half
hour later. He was still laying on his back and sleeping. The bottle was lying
on his chest with his hands on either side. His head had turned to one side
causing the nipple to come out. His mouth was partly open and some formula had
dripped out onto the crib mattress. She grabbed a Kleenex and wiped the formula
from Andrew's face and the crib mattress. She also put his pacifier back in and
closed his mouth around it. Andrew sucked on the pacifier almost immediately.
Andrew
woke up with a jolt. He looked around, the nursery was empty. He didn't
remember having a bad dream. He noticed that he was in the same position that
his aunt left him in. He couldn't understand why he woke up but he was still
tired so he fell back asleep quickly. Meanwhile his aunt thought that she heard
a noise on the baby monitor and went to check, but by the time she got to the
nursery Andrew was back asleep. She wasn't sure if he woke up but decided that
he could sleep for another half hour.
Andrew
woke up to the strong smell of poop. Still in a daze he tried to sit up but he
couldn't. He heard his aunt chuckling and looked down to see her changing his
diaper. His legs were out of his sleepers and his diaper was unpinned and
laying open. His aunt just smiled down at him while she grabbed a baby wipe.
Andrew was relieved to know where the smell was coming from but that didn't
make it smell any better.
“I'll
bet that's the first time you moved since I put you in that crib.” she
remarked. She finished wiping his front and rolled his legs up to his chest to
clean his bottom. Andrew noticed that his arms weren't strapped down then
grabbed his legs and held them. “Thank you, you're such a good boy.” she said.
“And a smelly one.” she added waving her hand in front of her face. “We've got
some real baby poop here.” his aunt observed. She carefully removed the top two
diapers and presented it to Andrew. He wrinkled his nose and turned his head
when it got close. She wiped the poop off his bottom with the remaining diapers
and some baby wipes then rubbed some Desitin and sprinkled baby powder on his
bottom. After she was finished she allowed Andrew to drop his legs back down.
She continued by applying Desitin to his crotch followed by baby powder. She
pulled the three diapers that she already had under his bottom up over his
crotch and pinned them snugly around his waist. “Can I have a super thick
diaper again?” Andrew asked. “No, I don't think so. You avoided a rash this
time but you'll almost definitely get one if you wear another diaper so long.”
she explained. “Okay.” Andrew conceded, not wanting to spoil his treat.
His
aunt slipped another pair of plastic pants over his diaper, this pair was
bright yellow almost matching his sleepers, with baby teddy bears on it. She
slipped his legs back into the rompers and fastened them up. “Okay baby, time
for your treat!” She said. She released the strap and picked Andrew up. She
carried him downstairs and sat him on the couch. “Stay put and I'll go get your
treat.” She said then went to the kitchen. Andrew waited anxiously for his aunt
to return. He didn't dare get off the couch for fear of spoiling his treat. His
aunt came back carrying a bowl of ice cream. Andrew bounced up and down on the
couch as his aunt walked over and sat down. She set the bowl on the end table
then pulled Andrew onto her lap. “Alright now, you're going to have to calm
down.” she told him because he was squirming. He stopped almost immediately.
“Good boy.” his aunt said and grabbed the bowl. She stirred it a couple more
times then scooped a big spoonful. It was only a baby spoon so it wasn't too
big for Andrew. Andrew got a couple headaches this time despite his aunts
efforts to prevent them.
Andrew
was disappointed when the bowl was empty, but when his aunt announced that he
could go play again he cheered back up. His aunt unzipped the mittens and
placed him in the playpen. “Boy we get anymore toys in here you won't fit.” she
said noting that there was only a small clear spot for Andrew to sit. She left
him to play and went to watch TV. Andrew wanted to feel his diaper. He looked
up to see his aunt in the kitchen. He stuck his hand inside the sleepers
crotch. He then remembered his aunt's warning and pulled it back out. He knew
that his aunt kept a pretty good eye on him and didn’t want to get in trouble.
"Okay
baby, we have to go to the store again, I forgot something yesterday." His
aunt announced an hour later. She picked him up and carried him up to the
nursery. She laid him on the changing table and strapped him in. She then
unsnapped the crotch of his rompers and checked his diaper. "I guess you
could use a fresh diaper." She remarked. She removed his wet diaper and
wiped him clean. She applied baby oil and baby powder to his diaper area then
grabbed a disposable diaper from under the table. She put the diaper on him
then refastened the crotch of his sleepers. Andrew didn't question his aunt's
choice of diaper but was a little confused. His aunt soon had him outside and
strapped into the car seat. Andrew was a little nervous about going out in
public wearing only his bright yellow footed rompers. He was also a little
excited because he had no choice. Andrew enjoyed the sensation of wearing a wet
baby diaper while securely strapped into a car seat and sucking on a pacifier.
They
soon arrived at the grocery store and his aunt parked the car. She came around
and released Andrew from the car seat then picked him up. Andrew was both
nervous and excited as his aunt carried him to the store. His aunt put Andrew
in the child seat of a cart even though she only had to get a few things. She
fastened the safety belt, ensuring that Andrew wouldn't be able to get out on
his own. She placed her purse in Andrew's lap and he held it with his hands.
Suddenly Andrew felt himself pooping in his diaper. He knew that it was just
the final clue anyone would need to identify him as a baby. "Uh oh, I
better hurry, you've gotten smelly." his aunt announced. "Now
everyone's going to think I'm a baby." Andrew whined. "But you are a
baby." his aunt stated bluntly. "Oh, right." Andrew responded.
With that Andrew decided that he wasn't going to worry about it, after all if
his aunt wasn't worried about it, he shouldn't be either.
After
awhile he was starting to become amused by everyone doing double takes then
staring awestruck at him. "Alright you, what's so funny?" his aunt
asked in response to his giggling. "Everybody acts so funny when they see
me." He answered. "That's just because they're not used to seeing a
ten year-old baby." his aunt told him. She pushed him up to the register
and waited for the people in front of her to go through. When it was their turn
Andrew watched the cashier. He could tell that she was trying to act as if
everything was normal, but he could see that she was smiling a little and her
eyes were wide. His aunt promptly paid for her purchase and took her change.
"You two have a nice day." the cashier said cheerfully. She smiled at
Andrew and he smiled back. His aunt pushed him out to the foyer and pulled her
purse off his lap. She undid the belt and lifted Andrew from the child seat.
She grabbed the bag of groceries then carried it and Andrew out to her van. She
set the bag on the floor then placed Andrew in the car seat. She fastened the
belts and pulled them snug. "Off we go." she announced as she pulled
out of the parking lot. On the ride back Andrew enjoyed the sensation of being
snugly strapped into a car seat wearing a wet and poopy diaper while sucking on
his pacifier.
Upon
arrival at her house, Andrew’s aunt released Andrew from the car seat and
carried him into the house with the groceries. She sat him on the floor then
put the small amount of groceries away. “Time to get your stinky diaper
changed.” His aunt said pointing to the stairs. Andrew immediately crawled up
the stairs with his aunt following. He crawled into the nursery and waited by
the changing table. His aunt lifted him up and strapped him down on the table.
She unsnapped the crotch of his rompers and untapped his diaper. She wiped him
clean then pulled his legs out of the rompers. She spread some Desitin over his
diaper area and applied a generous amount of powder. “It’s back to cloth
diapers for you.” His aunt said. She slid three diapers under his bottom and
pinned them snugly around his waist.
Andrew
sighed as he again felt the pleasant thickness between his legs. “Baby likes
his cloth diapers doesn’t he?” she said. “Yeah, but I like the baby diapers
too.” He admitted. His aunt gently pushed his feet through the leg holes of a
pair of light blue nursery print plastic pants. Andrew smiled as he saw the
babyish designs on the plastic pants. His aunt put his legs back into the
sleepers then released him from the changing table. “Time for din-din!” she
announced. Andrew giggled with excitement as his aunt carried him downstairs.
His
aunt placed Andrew in the highchair and secured the straps and tray. She made
Andrew some rice cereal and put some applesauce in a bowl. She grabbed a few
jars of baby food then brought it all over to Andrew. He found it hard to hold
still as his aunt set the food on the tray. “Aren't you an eager beaver.” she
remarked. She opened the jars and scooped some out and mixed it with some
applesauce. She raised the spoon and waved it back and forth and up and down
teasing Andrew. Andrew squirmed even more as he tried to catch the spoon.
Finally his aunt stopped and Andrew was able catch it. From there his aunt fed
him as normal. He ate it as fast as she could feed it to him. Andrew was
disappointed when they finished. “all gone.” his aunt announced. Andrew moaned
because he wanted more. “Alright, here's a bottle.” His aunt said. Andrew
nursed the bottle while his aunt cleaned up. He fussed a little bit when his
aunt separated him from the bottle to clean his face.
PART
TWENTY-SEVEN
His
aunt finished cleaning up and released Andrew from the highchair. She carried
him to the living room and sat him on the couch. “Would you like to watch a
movie?” she inquired. “Sure!” Andrew responded. His aunt put a video tape in
the VCR and turned on the TV. Andrew wasn't sure what they were going to watch
but he didn't care. He was just happy to sit in him aunt's lap. As the movie
started he saw that it was Dumbo. He remembered watching it when he was younger
but didn't remember how it went. He laid his head back on his aunt's shoulder
and watched the movie.
His
aunt was surprised at how much Andrew was enjoying the movie. He was totally
into it and would have probably thrown a fit if it was turned off. About
forty-five minutes into the movie the phone rang, startling both of them. His
aunt decided to leave Andrew on the couch and let him watch the movie by
himself. He started fussing when she stood up but calmed down when she sat him
back on the couch. Andrew paid no more attention to her and continued watching
the movie. His aunt went to the kitchen and answered the phone. Andrew sat
contently watching the movie while his aunt talked on the phone. She finished
her phone call and went back into the living room.
She
found Andrew fully engrossed in the movie. She grabbed the bowl off the end
table next to Andrew, but he didn't even notice. “Are you thirsty?” she asked.
Andrew didn't answer. She decided not to disturb him and seized the opportunity
to get some time to herself. She knew that the movie would last at least for
another hour. She went to her room and grabbed her novel and brought it back
downstairs. She checked on Andrew and found him still watching the movie,
totally unaware that she even left the room. She sat down in the kitchen where
she could still see Andrew and read a few chapters.
After
a few chapters Andrew's aunt tired of reading. She saw that the movie was still
playing and Andrew was still watching. She went and performed a few small
chores while Andrew paid no attention. She wasn't sure how much longer the
movie would last so she stayed fairly close to the living room.
Not
too long after, the movie ended, disappointing Andrew. He looked around saw
that he was alone in the living room. He climbed down off the couch and crawled
to the kitchen. He found it empty then heard some noises in the laundry room.
He crawled into the laundry room and found his aunt loading the washer. He sat
on the floor and watched. “Well hello baby, did you enjoy the movie?” she
asked. “Yeah it was so cool.” he said. “I could tell you liked it, you didn't
even notice me leave did you?” she inquired. Andrew shook his head. “You
probably wouldn’t have even noticed if the house burnt down.” she stated.
Andrew
watched his aunt until she started the washing machine. She pointed to the
kitchen and Andrew obediently crawled to it. His aunt directed him to the
living room then lifted him into the playpen. She fetched a bottle for him then
turned the TV to a suitable children's show for him to watch. She made sure he
was satisfied then continued with her chores. Andrew nursed on the bottle as he
watched the TV. He watched the show and played with the toys during the
commercials. Between the shows and the toys Andrew was enjoying himself
immensely. “Uh oh, it's time for you to go to beddie-bye.” his aunt announced.
Andrew whined and fussed a little that he didn't want to go to bed on the way
up to the nursery. “You need you're sleep. You're getting cranky.” she stated.
Andrew couldn't argue with her but still didn't want to go to bed. His aunt
took him to the bathroom and brushed his teeth for him. “You need your sleep,
you have a big day tomorrow.” she said carrying him to the nursery. Andrew
didn't like the sound of that, he figured that he was going to be
re-potty-trained and sent home. He felt like crying but the bottle his aunt
gave him kept him calm.
His
aunt soon had him in a fresh night diaper. She lift him off the changing table
and laid him in the crib. “Night-night, baby.” she said, kissing him on the
forehead. Andrew didn't want to fall asleep but unknown to him, his aunt had
put some sleeping medication in the bottle to make him sleep. She had also put
him to bed an hour later than usual so he would be more tired. Andrew wanted
play some more to enjoy being a baby as long as he could before the next day.
He had already convinced himself that his aunt was going to potty train him
then. He was about to sit up but suddenly got tired. He didn't know what was
happening and didn't have much time to think about it. He fell asleep without
even realizing it.
His
aunt came in five minutes to check on him and was pleased to see that he was
asleep. She pulled the almost empty bottle from his mouth and replaced it with
his pacifier. She noticed that he didn't suck on it, but figured that the
sleeping medication caused him to sleep too deeply. She slipped the mittens
over his hands then left him to sleep. “There's a big surprise waiting for you
tomorrow.” she whispered.
PART
TWENTY-EIGHT
Andrew
woke up to a soaked and messy diaper. He looked down at his crotch and smiled
at the bulge his diaper made. He casually looked to his left expecting to see
the rest of his aunt's nursery but instead he saw a wall with nursery print
wall paper on it. He then looked over to his right realizing that he wasn't in
his aunt's nursery. He was in some other nursery. He sat up in the crib, which
was bigger than the one at his aunt's house, and looked around. Across the room
from the crib he saw a large changing table equipped with even more straps than
the one his aunt had. Next to it was a door that was closed. On the right wall
was a chest of drawers with a closet next to it. In the left corner, next to
the changing table, there was a rocking chair. There was a door in the left
wall and a shower stall that was raised off the floor.
He
examined the crib and realized that this one was much different than the one he
was using. The first thing he noticed was that this one had a top on it. There
was a split in the railing a foot below the top, he looked at the other side
but there was no split. It finally dawned on him that the split side slid down
do he would be able to get out. Andrew saw that there were some stuffed animals
in the crib with him but he was too bewildered to pay much attention. He
started to get scared, he was all alone in a strange room. He felt like crying
but held back for the moment. But the thought that he may have been kidnapped
caused him to cry out of fear and hope that his aunt would come and get him.
After
just a few seconds he heard a door open, but couldn't see who it was through
the tears. "What's wrong baby, are you scared?" he heard as the crib was
opened. He recognized the voice as a woman's, but it wasn't his aunt's voice.
She picked him up out of the crib and carried him over to the rocking chair.
She put pacifier that had fallen out, back in his mouth. She let his head rest
on her shoulder as she rocked back and forth and rubbed his back. Andrew
quickly stopped crying and wiped the tears from his eyes. "Feeling better?"
She asked as she pulled him away from her shoulder. Andrew looked up and saw
his mom. His jaw dropped open and his pacifier fell out again. He was glad that
he was wearing diapers or sleepers would be soaked. His mom broke out laughing
at his expression. "Surprised to see me?" She asked. Andrew was too
surprised to answer. "While you ponder that, I'll change your diaper."
She carried him to the changing table and strapped him in at the chest and
wrists. Andrew just lay there in silence as his mom changed his wet and messy
diaper. Andrew didn't know what to say, he just assumed that he would be potty
trained before he went back home. By the time he finished pondering this his
mom was finished changing his diaper. She unstrapped him from the changing
table and picked him up. She held him in front of her allowing his head to rest
on her shoulder. She offered Andrew his pacifier back and he accepted.
Andrew's
mom carried him out of the nursery through the door next to the changing table.
They entered a hallway and turned left. Andrew was facing backwards so he could
not see where they were going. He watched the walls as they passed. He saw the
wall to the nursery end and in it's place was a high railing. He didn't have
time to look at the room as he heard voices up ahead. No sooner did he hear the
voices then he was handed to his aunt. "Did you sleep well last
night?" she asked. Andrew nodded in silence looking around. "I think
he's still in shock." His mother remarked. His aunt sat in a recliner with
Andrew in her lap. His mom handed a bottle to feed Andrew. Andrew readily
accepted the bottle and sucked on it as his aunt held it. He first thought it
was formula then found out it was milk. He also thought it tasted a little
different, not bad just different, but he figured that was because he had been
drinking formula for the last month. “I told you today was going to be a big
day.” his aunt said. As Andrew was nursing on the bottle he saw his dad sitting
next to his mom on the couch. Everyone was pretty much quiet as they watched
Andrew sucking on the bottle. He was starting to become a little self-conscious
since everyone was watching him so closely and not saying anything. Even with
the distractions Andrew finished the bottle in his average time.
After
Andrew finished the bottle his aunt handed it back to his mom. She then began
burping him in full view of everyone. Andrew turned red when a loud burp
escaped him uncontrollably. His aunt turned him around and sat him in her lap.
"I think it's time we explain all of this." His mom began then turned
to his dad. "This all started almost a year and a half ago, when I found
your stash of diapers in your dresser." Andrew's eyes went wide. "I told
your dad about it and he explained to me about his childhood." His mom explained.
Andrew looked at his dad questioningly. "When I was about your age I liked
diapers too. Maybe not as much as you do but I still liked them. I never used
disposables like you, all we had were cloth diapers, luckily I was able to get
some old diapers from the linen closet. They weren't very good with out the
plastic pants but I used them anyway. They almost always leaked so started just
wearing them without peeing in them. I mostly wore them at night but also on
occasion wore one or two at a time during the day under my clothes. I always
diapered myself extra thick at night and wet myself every now and then. I got
away with it for a few years until your aunt finally caught me. I had to pee
really bad so I ran into the bathroom and pushed the door shut, but it didn't
shut all the way. I don't know why I didn't shut and lock the door I guess I
was just getting reckless. Just as I was about to unpin one side of my diaper,
your aunt walked in. She asked me why I was wearing my old diapers but I was
too embarrassed to answer. I was so embarrassed that I started peeing in my
diaper. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't stop peeing. I just stood there
bawling as the pee streamed into my diaper and onto the floor." His dad
said.
"At
first I thought seeing my 11 year old brother wearing diaper was funny but then
I really started to feel sorry for him. I guess my babysitting skills kicked in
and I lifted him into the tub while he finished peeing. He was crying so hard
that he fell down, he probably would have cracked his skull if I hadn't caught
him. I don't know what came over me but I just started taking off his wet
clothes until he was completely naked. I ran some water and began washing him.
I just gave him a quick bath and he cried through the whole thing." she
recounted. "Well I was humiliated over you seeing me naked on top of the
fact that you just watched me soak my diaper." Andrew's dad added.
"I
can understand that. So after I had him clean I helped him dry off, I pretty
much did it all. Then I led him naked to our room, still crying. I had him lay
on the bed. Again I don't know what came over me I guess I was partly afraid he
would pee again. I went to the linen closet and grabbed a couple of the
diapers. What your dad didn't know was that we had saved some of his plastic
pants too, so I grabbed a pair. I went back into our room and put the diapers
on him. He didn't even seem to notice he just laid there crying. He didn't
really notice until I squeezed the plastic pants over his diaper." She
said. "I was so shocked that she actually diapered me that I stopped
crying. I just sat there stunned for a few minutes before I asked her if she
was going to tell our mom and dad." he explained. "Before I decided I
needed to know why he was wearing diapers in the first place." She said.
"So I told her about how I had watched her diapering a baby that she was
watching one day and that I started wondering about how they felt. Then I
explained how I found some cloth in the linen closet and used it as a diaper. I
didn't even know that they were real diapers but I used them anyway. I went on
to explain the previous year-and-a-half. I was really surprised when she agreed
not to tell anyone. She was a very understanding big sister." Andrew's dad
shared. "We always were very close, probably because we shared a
room." she professed. “So now you know how I got into diapers and why we
picked your aunt to get you into diapers full-time.” Andrew’s dad said.
PART
TWENTY-NINE
“So
why did you stop wearing diapers?” Andrew asked. “Who said I stopped?” His dad
replied pulling up his shirt to reveal a disposable diaper showing above his
pants. This produced a laugh from the adults while Andrew just stared in awe.
“But
how did you know I liked diapers?” Andrew asked. His parents looked at each
other then his mom began explaining. “I found you're little stash in your
closet a few moths ago.” she said referring to his pictures, stories, pacifier
and makeshift diapers that he kept in an old box. Andrew blushed, realizing
they had known for a long time. “I discussed it with your father and he told me
about his interest in diapers. After a long talk we decided to see just how
interested you were. So we got a package of Huggies size six, opened them up
and put them in the bathroom closet. We watched it for a few days and sure
enough diapers started disappearing.” she recalled. Andrew blushed again as his
actions were retold. “We thought about telling you that we knew, but after
talking to your aunt, we came up with another plan.” she began.
“We
started by raising your allowance then letting you stay home by yourself a few
times. Just as we were hoping, a brand new package of diapers appeared under
your bed. We monitored your usage and slipped a few extras in every now and
then.
After
that was accomplished we moved onto phase two of our plan: bedwetting.” she
announced. Andrew's eyes went wide, “That was you?” he asked. “Yes, didn't you
find it even a little strange that you began wetting the bed just a few days
after you bought some diapers?” she asked. Andrew shook his head no. “We wanted
you to get used to using the diapers you are so fond of, before phase three:
your aunt's house.” She explained. “You mean all that was planned?” Andrew
inquired. “Well, not all of it.” His aunt answered. “But how did I become a
baby so easy?” Andrew asked. “We used subliminal tapes.” Andrew's mom answered.
Andrew got a confused look on his face. “They tell you to do stuff over and
over until you mind starts making you do it. That's how we got you to wet the
bed then wet and poop your diapers like a baby.” she explained.
“You
mean there's a tape that makes me a baby?” Andrew asked. “It's a set of tapes.
The first one makes you pee and poop without any control, another makes you
want to suck on something all the time whether its a pacifier, bottle, or your
thumb. It also gave you back your sucking instinct.” His dad said. “Huh?”
Andrew was confused. “This.” his aunt said sticking his pacifier in his mouth.
Andrew immediately sucked on the pacifier without thinking about it. “That's
your sucking instinct.” his mom said. “Back to the tapes, the third one makes
you like baby food, there's one that makes you like to play with baby toys,
there's even one that makes you cry whenever anything bad happens.” His dad
said. Andrew felt a little better now that he knew why he started acting like a
baby all the sudden.
“You
know what happened at your aunt's house. But you don't know what happened
here.” Andrew's dad began. “In fact this isn't even our old house, we bought
this one a couple months ago and moved in while you were away. I guess we'll
have to give you the tour.” he said and stood up. He took Andrew from his aunt
and carried him to the kitchen. Andrew felt even more secure in his dad's
strong arms. “This is the kitchen and this is your brand new highchair.” his
dad said. Andrew looked down at the highchair. It was fancier than the one his
aunt had. It was covered with flannel padding on the seat and arms. The
highchair had an abundance of straps including: chest straps, a lap belt, arm
straps on the sides, and leg straps. They moved back to the living room where
Andrew again noticed the high railing with a bunch of toys behind it. “You've
see the living room, now on to the best part!” his dad said. He carried Andrew
through the hallway and back into the nursery. “Here's your brand new nursery.”
he said. Andrew hadn't noticed before that it was decorated in a Winnie the
Pooh theme with Pooh wallpaper, Pooh bed set, hamper, lamp, and even Pooh
stickers on the changing table, dresser and rocking chair.
Andrew
looked around a little, but was most interested in the strange bathtub looking
thing next to his crib. “What's that?” he asked. “That's you're new bathtub.”
his dad began. “It's raised off the floor so we don't have to bend over to wash
you. And there's a safety strap so you don't fall over and drown.” he
explained. Andrew thought it was really neat and couldn’t wait to be bathed in
it. “And now for the best part!” his dad announced. He pushed open the door
next to the bathtub revealing a giant playroom full of toys. It was decorated
in pastel colors with no particular theme in mind. It had a huge three-level
fort with foam rubber covering it along most the left wall.
The
bottom level had an extra soft floor with big pillows leaning against the back
wall. It also had foam steps leading up to the second level with a foam block
slide and roof over it. From there was another set of steps up to the third
level which rested above the first. The third level had netting around it so
Andrew couldn't fall out. It also had an even longer slide that went down to
the first level. The third level was about six feet off the floor so it could
double as a lookout tower.
Andrew
wanted to play in the fort immediately but his dad wanted to show Andrew the
rest of his new toys first. Next to the fort was a bunch of shelves that filled
the rest of the wall. On them were miscellaneous toddler toys ranging from toy
trucks to buckets filled with wooden blocks. There was even a wooden train set
complete with tracks. Built into the shelves was a television which was angled
so that it couldn’t be viewed from both inside the fort and from the middle of
the playroom. On the other side of the room his dad showed Andrew a bin full of
Legos. Next to that was a large rocking horse which resembled the one he had
six years earlier. The corner was set up as a little kitchen with plastic and
rubber food. It had a fake oven and sink but a real refrigerator that had some
baby bottles in it. “We wanted to put a refrigerator in here so you could have
a bottle when you're thirsty or hungry, then just decided to build a little
play kitchen around it.” his dad explained.
Moving
back toward the Legos Andrew's dad showed him several pull around cars with
ropes attached to the fronts. Each one made a different engine sound when
pulled. His mom brought over a little piano keyboard and a toddler guitar. His
dad got down on one knee then turned Andrew around and sat him on his leg, so
he could have plenty of room to play. She held up the keyboard for Andrew to
try but he couldn’t with the mittens over his hands. His aunt stepped up and
undid the mittens. When she did Andrew noticed that he wasn't in the same
sleepers he was last night. He was now in a light blue pair of rompers with
“Baby Andrew” stitched on the chest. He admired his adorable clothing for a
minute before he realized what he was doing. His mom directed his attention
back to the keyboard. Andrew pressed a few keys and got excited when they
played notes for him. Next she showed him the toddler guitar. He took it and
began strumming it. Even though he had no idea how to play a guitar it started
playing music for him. He got even more excited than when he played with the
piano. His dad gave him a hug from behind.
“So
what do you think?” his dad asked. “It's neat.” he replied. “And what about the
rest of the stuff.” his dad inquired. “I love it all!” Andrew said. He
attempted to give his dad a hug, but couldn't turn all the way around while
straddling his dad's leg. His dad picked him up and turned him around to allow
him to give his hug. He then gave his mom and aunt a big hug too. “Alright
sport, have at it.” his dad said. Placing him on the floor. Andrew wasn't sure
what to play with first since it was all so “cool.” He decided to play on the
rocking horse since it brought back memories of his first babyhood. He climbed
up on it with a little help from his dad and began rocking back and forth. It
was just as much fun as he remembered.
His
dad stayed and played with Andrew while his mom and aunt went to the kitchen to
prepare his breakfast. Andrew was enjoying the extra attention he was getting
from his dad. Not only had he accepted Andrew's diaper, he was wearing diapers
as well. It didn't take long for them to get in a tickle fight. They rolled
around on the soft carpet, his dad tried not to squish Andrew. Andrew made
several attempts to crawl away but his dad got him by the foot and pulled him
back. Andrew squealed each time and laughed as his dad tickled him all over. On
Andrew's fourth attempt he made it to his fort and up to the second level. His
dad caught him again and pulled him down the slide. Andrew squealed the whole
way down and laughed uncontrollably as his dad tickled his stomach. “Boy if we
didn't know better we might think he was getting killed.” his aunt remarked.
“Alright you two, we hate to interrupt but it's time for breakfast.” Andrew's
mom announced. Andrew was happy because the playtime had made him hungry. His
dad grabbed the back of Andrew's rompers with one hand and lifted him up.
Andrew really liked how the rompers pulled up on his diapers, chest and
armpits. His dad swung Andrew a couple times and the last time Andrew landed on
his dad's hip. They were escorted to the kitchen where a special breakfast
awaited Andrew.
His
dad sat Andrew in the highchair. Andrew immediately noticed how soft the seat
was and how comfortable it was. His dad then brought a contoured piece of
canvas up between Andrew's legs and stuck the corners into a buckle on each
side of Andrew's waist. Andrew looked but couldn't find the release. His mom
slid the tray in place ending Andrew's search. His aunt set a divided plate in
front of him with cornmeal, applesauce, oatmeal, and an unidentified baby food.
His aunt picked up a spoon and began feeding Andrew. She alternated between
each of the four items until each one was gone. “Now for the best part.” his
mom announced. She released him from the highchair and picked him up.
She
carried him to the living room and sat in the recliner with him in her lap. She
pulled a pocket open to reveal her bra then opened a flap on it as well. Andrew
couldn't believe what he was seeing, he was looking right at his mom's bare
breast. “I think you know what to do.” she said. Andrew looked up at her as if
to ask permission. “Go ahead.” she prodded. She guided his head to her breast.
Andrew hesitated for a second then put his mouth on it and sucked. “Just don't
bite, I'm not a bottle.” she instructed. Andrew soon got over the awkwardness
and sucked on his mom's breast like an infant. “That's a good baby.” his mom
said rubbing his back. After five minutes his mom switched Andrew to the other
breast. He finished that one even quicker. His mom pulled him away when he kept
trying to get more. “That's all I got, you'll have to go slower next time.” she
suggested. Andrew nodded. She closed up her bra and sweater then held Andrew.
He laid his head on her shoulder as she rubbed his back. She patted his back,
rubbed a few times, then patted again.
Andrew
burped a few times so his mom stopped patting and just kept rubbing. Andrew
almost fell asleep but his mom turned him around. “Alright now that you know
what's going on we need to explain the rules.” she said. His dad began, “Number
one, you are not to change your own diapers, someone else must do it for you.
Number two, you cannot feed yourself, someone must do that too. And you must
eat what we feed you, even if you may not like it ” his dad stated. So far
Andrew liked the rules. “Number three, bedtime is 8o'clock, unless WE say
otherwise. Number four, you are only allowed to watch movies TV shows rated for
young children. Nothing rated for children over the age of six. Number five,
you'll have no secrets. Everything you know, we'll know. And lastly, the
upstairs is off limits.” his dad finished. Andrew wasn't too sure about the
last two but he knew they were final and there was noting he could do. He was
pretty much neutral about the bedtime, he knew that babies went to bed at eight
so it was appropriate for him. He didn't realized it but he hadn't watched any
movies or TV shows rated for anyone over six in a few months.
“You
understand the rules?” his mom asked. Andrew nodded. “Good boy. Do you want to
watch a movie now?” Andrew got excited and nodded again. His mom stood up and
carried him to his playroom and sat him in his fort. Like magic the TV turned
on and a movie started playing. Andrew didn't know that his parents had control
of it from the living room. But he would soon learn that he had no control over
it or what it played. His mom left him to watch the movie by himself. His dad
had picked out Pinocchio and Andrew watched it with the enthusiasm of a three
year old. His parents were pleased with Andrew's regression and knew there
wasn't much farther to go.
More
to come.