HEATHER THE BABY-SITTER: PART 1
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I had been thinking about mowing lawns to earn some extra money
this summer, but I was handed another opportunity that seemed like a
better idea since I didn't think it would involve as much physical work
as pushing a lawnmower around on a hot summer afternoon.
Just before the school year ended Mom told me that Heather, the
girl who lived next door to us, had baby-sat the boy next door to them
every summer since she was twelve and the boy was a baby. She had also
baby-sat for others as well. Now Heather was sixteen and old enough to
try working out in the real world. I was offered the job for twenty-five
dollars a week-- five dollars a day for about six and a half hours of
watching a kid. I did the math, and it was less than a dollar an hour,
and less than what mowing lawns would have been. Still, I looked at it
as a hundred dollars a month instead, which was pretty good money to a
twelve-year- old kid like me, and it beat dad's measly allowance of ten
dollars a week for all the work he made me do, including mowing the
lawn. The job of baby-sitting sounded easy enough as I was told what it
would entail.
The boy, named Tyler, was four years old. His mother Lynn knew our
family well enough and of course, she knew me and trusted me to take
care of her child while she was at work. He behaved fairly well, about
as good as any four- year-old boy behaved. The only problem his mother
was having with him was getting him to use the potty, in particular,
when he had to go poo poo. He wore Pull-Ups because he was still having
too many accidents and reportedly ruined all his Barney underwear, his
favorite TV character. I was told to make sure he is using the toilet by
asking him periodically if he needs to go potty and to praise him
lavishly when he does, especially when he poops into the toilet. He
would still need to have his bottom wiped, I was told, and if he had an
accident, I was to clean him up and change his Pull-Ups for him.
I was not to scold him harshly if he had an accident, but just
give him a firm reminder that "big boys use the toilet." Lynn didn't
expect him to have any wetting accidents, and she told me that he should
be able to change his own Pull-Ups if all he did was wet in them.
Other than that, I was pretty much free to do what I wanted, just
as long as I kept my eye on Tyler and paid attention to him and played
with him. I was also to serve him lunch and take him outside to play as
well.
What attracted me to the job the most was not the money, but the
free run of the Pull-Ups. I had a guilty conscience and I knew I
shouldn't be doing it, but I wanted to try wearing some Pull-Ups. I
never understood why, but I wished I could have worn diapers. I hated
toilet training and my parents told me that I had similar difficulties
with toilet training and often pooped in my pants, which I still
remembered. In fact, I continued to have bowel accidents until I was
seven years old. At that time I was threatened to be put into diapers if
I didn't stop messing my pants. I look back upon that day with much
regret that I didn't push myself further and have another accident so I
could prompt my parents to carry out their threat to put me in diapers.
That was five years ago and ever since then I have wanted to wear
diapers. About the best thing I could do was put on about six pairs of
underpants and enjoy the look and the feel of them. I didn't dare poop
in them, however, lest I be caught. It isn't easy to conceal a smelly,
soiled pair of briefs, a lesson I learned when I was seven years old.
On my first day of baby-sitting I went over to Lynn's house early
enough for her to get me oriented and show me where everything was
located, including Tyler's supply of Pull-Ups. There were three packages
sitting there in his closet, just waiting to be used, hopefully by me.
Lynn reiterated the points she wanted to stress regarding Tyler's toilet
training and what to do if he does have an accident. She emphasized
making sure I kept asking him if he needed to go to the potty and to be
persistent.
Lynn then left for her work and I was now in charge. Tyler had
been dressed and was already given his breakfast. I brought along my
Doom CD-ROM and played it on the computer at Lynn's house to pass the
time while Tyler sat on the floor and pushed his Fisher Price cars
around. He seemed to be preoccupied enough with his toys that he didn't
seem to want my attention, so I just sat at the computer and kept
playing my game.
About an hour later I asked Tyler if he needed to go potty, just
as I was told to do. He said, "I gotta pee pee," and, following a minor
fussing episode, I led him to the bathroom and waited until he had his
Pull-Ups down and was peeing in the toilet. While he was in the bathroom
I sneaked into his bedroom and went straight to the closet for his Pull-
Ups. I reached into the opened package, which was nearly full, and took
one of the diaper-like garments and stashed it underneath my armpit. I
had to be careful since I was afraid that Tyler might snitch on me to
his mom.
After Tyler left the bathroom I went in there with the Pull-Ups
and shut the door. The toilet lid was still up and the water was yellow.
There were pee dribblings on the floor and on the stool he used to get
to the toilet. I pulled down my shorts and then my underwear. I examined
the Pull-Ups and noted how they put a fake fly front on them to make
kids think they're wearing regular underwear and will be ready for "the
real thing." To me, I felt this only encourages a kid to think that
anything with a fly front on it-- real or fake-- is okay to pee and poop
into. I hoped that the Pull- Ups would stretch enough to allow my body
to fit into them, but, slender as I was, I was too big for them and I
had to tear the sides apart and stuff them into my underwear instead.
Little did Tyler know that I was wearing one of his Pull-Ups. It
was about 11:00 when I felt a need to pee. Again, just to be sure I was
doing my job I asked Tyler if he needed to go potty. I felt like such a
hypocrite since I was wearing a Pull-Up and was wanting to use it.
This time Tyler said, "no", but he acted like he did need to go.
"Are you sure you don't have to go potty?" I asked him.
"I don't haffa go potty!" he shouted.
"Okay, okay," I said. "I'm supposed to make sure you go to the
potty."
Tyler asked me to put in his "Elmo Sing-Along" video for him, so I
did that and then went back to playing more Doom on the computer.
Meanwhile, my bladder was becoming more difficult to ignore and I would
either have to go to the toilet or use the Pull-Ups as I intended. I was
hesitant to wet into the Pull-Ups, but I had already had them on and I
might as well use them. I had to pause my game while I let the urine
stream flow into the Pull-Ups and fill them up. After I let much of it
out I felt around my shorts and detected a leak! I got up and noticed
the chair was wet! I got up and grabbed a wet rag off the kitchen sink
and tried to wipe the urine out of the chair's fabric. I went back into
the bathroom and took care of the wet Pull-Ups and pulled them out of my
underwear and threw them away. I sat back down on the wet surface and
continued my game. Just as I got myself settled into the game Tyler
suddenly shouted "Uh Oh!"
I paused the game again and turned around to ask him what
happened.
"I go poo poo!" he shouted.
"You said you didn't have to go potty," I said, feeling
frustrated.
"I did'n haffa go then but I haffa go now!"
I just stood there, thinking of how to approach Tyler without
sounding like I was scolding him.
"Uh, you know, Tyler, big kids don't have accidents," I said
gently.
"I don't wanna be a big kid!" he whined loudly.
"You want to keep wearing diapers?" I asked.
"Uh huh," he said, nodding his head.
I was very tempted to say, "me, too!" but I didn't. Instead I
asked him why he could pee into the toilet but he couldn't poop in it,
too.
"I haff a diaper on!"
"If I take the diaper off will you poop in the toilet?"
"No!" he said with determination. "Don' take it off!"
"Okay, then I guess you'll have to keep wearing those Pull-Ups!" I
didn't come across with very much conviction in my voice. One side of me
was saying to carry out his toilet training the way Lynn would expect me
to. The other side of me was saying that I was trying to take away from
Tyler something that I knew gave him pleasure, and it was becoming
increasingly obvious that he liked them. I liked them, too, and I had a
hard time trying to tell him that he should be a big boy and not wear
them.
"Let's get you cleaned up," I said. "You're starting to stink."
"I stink! I stink!" he repeated over and over as I led him into
the bathroom. I told him to stay put while I got him another pair of
Pull-Ups. I went back into the bathroom and pulled his shorts off. The
crotch was full of poop, so that pair of shorts was done for today. Next
I was faced with the gross task of removing the Pull-Ups from his body.
I tore the sides away and pulled down the poop-loaded garment. His
entire bottom was smeared with poop. The odor was so strong and I could
hardly tolerate it. I had to either clean him up or let him go around
all poopy, and Lynn wouldn't appreciate that, so I grabbed some toilet
paper and wiped up his little bum. Once I had him cleaned up I put the
clean pair of Pull-Ups on him. I didn't know whether or not to bother
putting any clean pants or shorts on him since he was just there in his
house and I figured he didn't need to wear anything else. I saw little
kids in diapers and Pull- Ups all the time and they didn't care, so I
just left him in the Pull-Ups for now. I washed up and then prepared
lunch, which was a matter of putting a tray in the microwave and pouring
a glass of milk. I made a couple sandwiches for myself. After lunch I
decided to sneak another pair of Pull- Ups for myself and put it on in
the same way. I decided it was time to play outside and I could deal
with leakage in my Pull-Ups more easily.
I took Tyler out to his back yard in just his Pull-Ups. He ran
around the yard and played with the hose. I played catch with him and
joined him while he played with his toys in the dirt mound in the corner
of the back yard. I was sitting on top of the mound with my legs open.
By then I peed into the Pull-Ups and once again they leaked on me. They
didn't stay close enough to my body since they sat loosely inside my
underwear and that I put more pee into then than they were designed to
handle.
Tyler pointed out that there was a wet spot on my crotch and said,
"you pee pee your pants!"
I reached down and felt my crotch, and sure enough, it was wet!
"I'm gonna tell Mommy you pee pee your pants!" the little twerp
said.
"No, don't tell her!" I said sternly.
"You pee pee your pants!" he kept repeating. After about the fifth
round I said, "sometimes us big kids have accidents, too, you know." I
hoped this would shut him up, but it didn't. I told Tyler to get up and
come over to my house with me while I changed. He toddled along still in
his Pull-Ups, running up the sidewalk behind me. The other neighborhood
kids were playing in the street when they saw Tyler and me. One of them-
- his name was Tom and I didn't care for him-- asked me what I was
doing.
"I'm baby-sitting," I replied.
"Baby-sitting is for girls!" he said back to me. I ignored him
like I usually tried to do.
"Better change his diaper!" Tom said. "You might want to think
about wearing one yourself!"
I took a look down at my shorts and saw that the leakage had
spread to my backside and a wet spot was running up my butt.
"Shit!" I thought. "This is the last time I try wearing Pull-Ups!"
We got into my house and I ran into my room. I told Tyler to wait
out in the kitchen. I pulled off my shorts and my underwear and then
changed into dry clothes. After I had dry shorts on and I was on my way
out I stopped. It occurred to me that if I put on some extra underpants
they could hold the Pull-Ups in place and could also help to absorb any
leakage. Right away I retracted my resolve not to try wearing Pull-Ups.
I pulled my shorts off again and put on another three pairs of
underwear. I figured four would be enough. Besides, I still needed my
shorts to fit and I didn't want a large bulge showing. I had to leave
the wet diaper in my room to dispose of it later. I didn't want Tyler to
see that I had it and risk having him tell his mom.
We walked back to his house and spent the afternoon back inside
the house. I sneaked into his room and fetched another Pull-Ups and
stuffed it beneath my four pairs of underwear. I realized the Pull-Ups
were being used up quite quickly. In fact, I was on my third one while
Tyler was on his second pair.
Tyler asked me when "Barney" would be on TV. I looked in the
television listings and saw that it came on at the same time as my show,
"Power Rangers." Damn!
When the time came I asked Tyler if he wanted to watch "Power
Rangers" instead of Barney. He started crying and throwing a fit.
"I wanna watch Bar-ney!"
"Shit!" I thought to myself. "Okay," I said grudgingly. "We'll
watch BARNEY, all right?"
I turned on the TV and put Barney on for him. I then went to the
computer and started playing my Doom game again. That damn purple
dinosaur was getting infernally annoying so I turned up the sound on the
computer to drown out Barney. Tyler whined and said, "turn that do-own!
I can't hear Barney!"
"That's the idea," I said. He started bawling again, so I had to
turn the computer volume down for him. A few minutes later he called me
over and told me that he had yet another accident in his Pull-Ups. I had
forgotten to keep up on making sure he gets to the toilet. I didn't
smell a bowel movement. I asked him what he did.
"I pee my Pull-Ups!" he said. "You said big kids have akka-dents,
too!"
"Do you know what an accident is?" I asked him.
"When you go potty," he replied.
"Go potty where?" I asked him.
"In my Pull-Ups."
"Do you know why it's called an 'accident?'"
"No-o," the boy replied innocently.
"An accident is when you do something that you didn't mean to do.
Did you mean to pee in your Pull-Ups?"
He didn't seem to understand my question and perhaps I had lost
his attention as he returned to watching Barney.
"Did you know you had to pee?" I asked him, but he didn't answer.
"You need to change," I said. "Go to your room and change."
"I watching Bar-ney!" he said. "I don' wanna go change!"
"Okay," I resigned. "Sit there in wet Pull-Ups if you want. I'm
going back to my Doom game."
Just before Lynn got home from her work I got Tyler to cooperate
and change his Pull-Ups. He came out of his room wearing another pair of
Pull-Ups and only his Pull-Ups as he had been wearing for much of the
day. Lynn came through the door and asked me how things went today.
"Okay, I guess," I answered nervously.
"Did Tyler have any accidents?" she asked me.
"He had a couple," I answered honestly.
"Why isn't he wearing any pants?" Lynn asked me.
"I thought it would be easier for him to get to the toilet if he
only had his Pull-Ups to deal with."
"He needs to learn to be able to get both his pants and his Pull-
Ups down when he goes to the potty," Lynn admonished me.
Lynn asked me several other questions about what we did and she
seemed to be satisfied with what I had done with him today. She looked
at me again and commented on how she thought I had been wearing a
different color of shorts when she left. I had to think quickly.
"Tyler's Pull-Ups leaked on me when he was sitting on my lap."
"Leaked? What kind of leak?"
"Uh, wetting," I answered.
"Wetting? He had a wetting accident?"
"Yeah, and he had a pooping accident, too."
Lynn let out a sigh and looked at Tyler. She said, "when will you
*ever* be potty trained?"
"I have akki-dents today," he said quietly.
"Let's get you some britches on, kiddo," Lynn said. While she was
getting Tyler's pants on I retrieved my Doom game from the computer
since I didn't want Lynn to see that I was playing such a violent game
around her four-year-old boy. When she came out of Tyler's room she
questioned me about why there were so many Pull-Ups that had been used
up.
"How many of those Pull-Ups did he *use?*" Lynn asked me.
"I wasn't counting, Lynn. I guess he had more than a couple
accidents."
"Tyler!" Lynn scolded the boy sternly. "You're not being a big boy
today!"
Lynn then dismissed me for the day and told me to be back tomorrow
morning. I walked home with the Pull-Ups still stuffed in my underwear.
I decided to keep them on the rest of the day and use the toilet as
needed until I was in bed that night. Then I would try wetting them
while lying in bed.
During dinner that evening Mom and Dad asked me how my first day
of baby-sitting went. I said, "fine, I did okay."
"Did Tyler have any accidents?" Mom asked me.
"Yeah, he did," I said. "I don't think he'll ever be toilet
trained."
"Well, if I could get *you* toilet trained, Steven, then I'm sure
Tyler will eventually get it," Mom said. "I thought I'd be sending you
to kindergarten in diapers, especially since you were still having
accidents at that age."
I felt embarrassed to have mom talking about my own toilet
training difficulties, at the dinner table, no less. At least I was an
only child and this discussion wasn't shared with any brothers or
sisters.
Mom and Dad never suspected a thing as far as my wearing the Pull-
Ups in my underwear. I thought they would pick up on my mood or some
other subtle hint that I was up to something I didn't want them to know.
I just went about my business as usual, and I waited until I was
actually going to bed before I took my clothes off instead of stripping
down to my underwear about an hour before bedtime like I usually did.
Just for good measure, and for an extra feeling of having something
thick and diaper-like around me, I put on another four pairs of
underwear. Never before had this felt so good as it did when I had a
pair of Pull-Ups underneath it all.
Once I was in bed I waited until I really needed to pee. Having
drank a glass of water and a liter of soda earlier helped to bring on a
good wetting. I filled the entire garment until I was afraid it would
overflow and soaked through my underpants and into my sheets. My
underwear did get wet, but it wasn't enough to soak through to the
sheets. I slept for the rest of the night with a piss-filled pair of
Pull-Ups buried beneath eight pairs of underpants.
HEATHER THE BABY-SITTER: PART 2
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The rest of the week went by about the same way as the first day,
though I was more cautious about sneaking Pull- Ups. Using the extra
underwear helped a lot to prevent leaks and to hold the Pull-Ups in
place, plus it felt really good to have that extra padding around me. I
only sneaked one pair of Pull-Ups each day and I kept it on me and wore
it home so Lynn wouldn't spot it in her garbage. At least I knew how to
hide the Pull-Ups in our own garbage at home, and also it allowed me to
enjoy using my pilferage at night. Every night that first week I wet
into Pull-Ups. I was tempted to try pooping in them, but of course the
smell...
As for Tyler, he wasn't doing any better as far as progressing on
his toilet training. I tried to remember to remind him to go to the
toilet, and he often put up a fuss whenever he was in the middle of
playing. I couldn't blame him, I hated being interrupted from my fun,
too. I knew he liked wearing those Pull-Ups and he knew that once he
demonstrated that he could use the toilet on his own that was the end of
Pull-Ups. He sometimes made it to the toilet to pee on his own, but he
was having at least one wetting accident a day and he continued to
always poop in his Pull- Ups and have me clean him up each time. I was
getting used to it and I was being lax about telling him he should be
pooping in the toilet.
After getting Saturday and Sunday off it was back to work come
Monday morning, just like being an adult worker. When I went over to
Lynn's house she mentioned that Tyler appeared to have regressed in his
toilet training and he was starting to wet his Pull-Ups more. Lynn asked
me what I had been doing to make sure he was getting to the toilet.
"I ask him if he needs to go, just like you told me," I said.
"But then he says no and then goes in his Pull-Ups, right?" Lynn
replied.
"Yeah, what am I supposed to do? He doesn't like it when I tell
him to go to the potty. He starts crying."
"You have to be more firm with him, Steven. He's not going to
learn just by you telling him to go. You have to *make* him go."
So far everything seemed okay until Lynn mentioned that she
noticed that the Pull-Ups had been used up faster during the week while
I was baby-sitting. For a moment I thought she had suspected that I was
sneaking them, but she blamed it on how I wasn't following up on Tyler
enough. I took in a sigh of relief, that is until Linda told me
something else.
"Tyler told me that you said big kids have accidents, too. Why did
you tell him this? Now he thinks it's okay to use Pull-Ups all the time.
I'm having a harder time than ever dealing with Tyler. He wasn't wetting
his Pull-Ups like this before you started watching him for me."
"Well, sometimes big kids *do* have accidents," I said.
"But what good does it do to tell that to Tyler? He needs to be
told that 'big boys use the potty!' You're telling him that big kids
sometimes don't use the potty when you say to him that big kids have
accidents. I don't think he even really knows what an 'accident' is. He
just thinks it means to go potty in Pull-Ups and he thinks that's okay."
"So, what-- am I out of a job now?" I asked Lynn humbly.
"If you can't get him to use the toilet I may just have to find
someone else, Steven. I'm sorry, but just like in the real world, you
don't do what's expected of you, you get fired. It's really important
that you make sure he gets toilet trained. He's over four now and even
most boys his age don't have so many accidents like he's been having."
"Do you still want me to watch him today?" I asked again, feeling
very uncertain about whether or not I was still wanted around there.
"Yes, I really don't have a choice now. I'm already late for work.
Bye."
For that day and the next few days thereafter I had to really
crack down on Tyler, as much as I knew he wanted to wear his Pull-Ups
and use them. I had to take him away from his TV shows or wherever he
was playing. He put up a fuss each time and I hated to upset him, but I
had to do my job right for Lynn. It wasn't easy for me to get him to use
the toilet and I had to use force, even though if I had it my way I
would have told him to just use the Pull-Ups like he wanted to. He then
started peeing and pooping in his Pull- Ups just because he knew this
wasn't what he was supposed to do. The only way I could get him to
cooperate was to literally drag him into the bathroom, yank down his
pants and his Pull-Ups and sit him in the toilet myself while I stood
there and watched to make sure he did it. I felt like such a jerk.
Tyler didn't seem to like me as much after I got more serious with
making sure he was using the potty. He didn't want to play with me and
whenever I asked him if he needed to go to the bathroom he wouldn't
answer. Of course he would wet or mess in his Pull-Ups and not tell me
about it until I smelled him. I was worried that Lynn would want to get
rid of me, but I didn't know what else to do. The kid was just as
stubborn as I was during my toilet training and I knew just how he felt.
It was Wednesday afternoon when we were going through this ordeal
again. It was right after I turned on the TV for him to watch "Barney
and Friends." Because he messed his Pull-Ups I told him that he would
have to watch "Power Rangers" with me instead. He cried and he fussed so
much that I couldn't watch my show. Finally I gave up, turned it back to
"Barney" and went back to the computer to play a game. My sanity was
more important to me at this point.
Lynn finally came home after what had to be the most difficult day
I ever had with Tyler. She could tell that I was exasperated and
frustrated.
"How's he doing?" Lynn asked me.
"He won't go to the toilet unless I force him," I said. "I don't
know what else to do, Lynn."
"I *know* he can be trained," Lynn said, "but he seems to be less
cooperative since you took over baby-sitting. I'm really thinking about
hiring someone else at this point. You don't seem to be following up on
him enough. He says you haven't been playing with him or anything."
"He doesn't *want* to play with me!" I argued. "I decided to get
tough on him and that's when he said he didn't like me!"
There was a brief moment of silence. I quickly said, "but I'll
keep trying, Lynn."
"I don't have a choice but to start looking for someone who can do
the job."
"Please, Lynn!" I begged. "Gimme another chance!"
"You really sound like you want this job, Steven, so you'd better
try harder. I'll hold off on looking for another baby-sitter for now and
give you one more chance. If Tyler isn't doing any better, that's it.
Understand?"
"Yes, Lynn."
The next couple days were just as difficult for dealing with
Tyler's increasing stubbornness to use the toilet. I dealt with his
accidents and tried to tell him that he shouldn't be doing this, but
nothing I said to him would change his ways.
Friday finally came and I was looking forward to getting paid that
day and enjoying the weekend ahead after Lynn got home. While I was
watching over Tyler in the back yard I felt a sudden need to poop. As
always I had put a pair of Pull-Ups in my underpants to enjoy wearing
and to use when I got home, but perhaps I would have to use it sooner
than that. I thought I could hold it awhile, but suddenly I let it go
into my underpants! Lucky for me I had the Pull-Ups in there along with
the four pairs of underwear I used with them, but I still needed to take
care of my own accident.
I walked over to Tyler and told him that it was time for a potty
stop.
"No!" he whined.
"Tyler! I have to go in the house anyway! Let's go!" I urged him.
"Noooooo!"
I picked him up and carried him back with me to the house, putting
up with his kicking and screaming and pulling my hair. Once we were in
the house he was bawling, but he knew he didn't have a choice but to
plant his little bottom on the toilet and do his thing, which he needed
to do. I stood and watched over him as he had his first bowel movement
in the toilet that I had witnessed myself. It felt ironic that he did
this at a time when I was the one who pooped in his Pull-Ups this time.
I set aside my personal feelings about wearing diapers and told him what
a good boy he was for doing it in the toilet. I still had to help him
wipe his bottom, but at least it was a lot easier to do this than to
clean up a big mess. Besides, I still had my own butt to clean up. I
told Tyler to wait in the living room and I would come out in a few
minutes to give him a cookie or two for using the toilet.
I shut the bathroom door and locked it, of course. I pulled down
my shorts and then my underwear. Poop was everywhere, having spilled out
the sides of the Pull-Ups and into my underpants. It was a big mess and
the bathroom really smelled. I separated the Pull-Ups from my underwear
and set them aside while I wrapped a large wad of toilet paper around my
hand and wiped up my poop. I had to use a lot of asswipe to get my bum
clean again. I would still have to wear dirtied underwear unless I were
to go home and change, though I didn't see that this was necessary.
Just when I was leaving the bathroom carrying the heavily soiled
Pull-Ups to dispose of them I was surprised to see that Lynn was home
already! It was only 2:30 in the afternoon! As I saw her I held the
Pull-Ups behind me in hopes that she wouldn't see them or see that they
had a lot more poop in them than a four-year-old could possibly produce
at once.
"You're home!" I gasped to her.
"Sometimes they let me go early on Friday," she said. "Tyler says
he used the toilet and now he's waiting for you to give him a cookie."
"Yeah, let me just do something first," I said nervously.
"What do you have there, Steven? It's one of Tyler's Pull-Ups. He
didn't go in the toilet, did he?"
"I did, Mommy! I did!" Tyler yelled.
"Then what's that?" Lynn asked me. "That sure is one dirty pair of
Pull-Ups!"
I came to the conclusion that I was cornered now and had no choice
but to confess.
"I was wearing these, Lynn. I'm sorry. I won't do it again."
"You did this, Steven? This is what YOU did?"
"Uh huh," I answered humbly.
"My God! A twelve-year-old boy like you wants to poop in Pull-Ups!
No wonder Tyler is having such a hard time toilet training around you!
You're teaching him to use Pull- Ups! That's it! I am going to find a
new baby-sitter over the weekend! You're through! And I will just keep
what I was going to pay you to pay for all the other Pull-Ups you
probably used on yourself! Why, I ought to spank you for this!"
Wait! Lynn didn't have any right to spank me! I wasn't her son or
anyone over whom she held any guardianship. I decided it was time to get
out of there, but Lynn wasn't going to let me leave. She grabbed my
shirt and part of the neck ripped as she held me back. She threw me into
a corner and told me to remove my shorts, not just drop them, but take
them off completely. I quivered as I unfastened them and let Lynn see
that I had about four pairs of underwear on, which were formerly being
used to contain the Pull-Ups that I soiled. It appeared now that I was
using them to simulate a diaper by themselves as they were soiled just
from the spillage from the Pull-Ups.
"Oh, this is cute!" Lynn said as she pulled on the waistbands. She
snapped them back and asked me, "Do you always wear your underpants like
this, Steven?"
"I was using them for the...Pull-Ups," I stammered.
"Looks like that's not all you use them for!" Lynn shouted. She
told me to get my shorts off and then pull my underpants down to my
knees. She told me to wait in the corner until she got back. When she
returned she was wielding a large wooden spoon. She told me to bend over
and put my hands on my head. I was helpless and defenseless now as she
struck that spoon hard against my behind at least a dozen times. Tyler
was so terrified by the sight of seeing me getting spanked that he ran
off to his room bawling.
By the time Lynn was done with me she had me wailing in tears. She
told me to release my hands from atop my head but I wasn't to rub my
tender bottom. She pulled my underpants back up for me and told me that
I wouldn't get my shorts back until my Mom came over to get me. Lynn
called my Mom at her work and, from what I could hear of the phone
conversation between Lynn and my Mom, this is about what I picked up:
"You'll need to pick up your son at my house...no, he's here...he
won't be home...you'll find out when you get here...he's gotten himself
into trouble and I think you need to know what he did...I'd rather
explain it when you get here...okay...bye."
"I wouldn't count on that behind of yours healing anytime soon,"
Lynn said. "Your mother sounded furious! You can just sit around here
until she comes by."
I waited ever so nervously for Mom to stop by Lynn's house. The
doorbell rang and I leaped from my seat. Mom came at about the time I
expected and asked Lynn what was going on. I watched it all happen while
I sat on the couch next to Tyler. I was cringing and my heart was
pounding hard enough to resonate throughout my entire chest.
Lynn had the soiled pair of Pull-Ups ready to show to my Mom, who
was still standing at the door. Lynn held them out in plain sight and
showed my Mom the big mess I put in them.
"Steven did this," Lynn said. "He's been swiping Tyler's Pull-Ups
while he's been baby-sitting. Not to worry, I docked his pay for them.
He's certainly not helping Tyler with his toilet training. I just
thought you'd better see for yourself what your son has been up to."
Mom came into the house and marched right up to me where I was
sitting on the couch in just my underwear.
"Steven! What on earth were you doing?!"
"I'm sorry mom," I sobbed. "I guess I just got...carried away."
"Where are your shorts?" Mom asked.
"Lynn made me take them off."
"So he wouldn't want to leave my house without any shorts to
wear!" Lynn added.
"Get up and let's go home now!" Mom ordered me.
I slowly rose from the couch and followed Mom out the door. I
trembled with every step I took. Mom noted the extra underpants that I
was wearing, but she didn't ask me about it and I didn't volunteer to
explain. She probably figured that it had to do with the Pull-Ups that I
was wearing.
Lynn handed my Mom my shorts but I didn't get to put them on. Mom
just dragged me outside wearing my shoes and my socks and my underwear.
I saw that the car wasn't there and figured Mom must have left it at the
house and walked over. Once we were out to the street Mom started
scolding me.
"You embarrassed me, Steven! I have never been so ashamed of you!
Wearing Pull-Ups at your age! I thought I'd seen the last of your messy
underpants, but I guess I was wrong! How can I ever face Lynn again?
She's a good neighbor of ours! And a good friend!"
"Mom! Can we go home and talk about this?" I pleaded, seeing that
a small audience across the street had formed.
"Shut up! I'm too mad at you to wait until we get home!"
Mom sat down on the edge of the berm that ran along Lynn's
driveway where she took me over her knee. She pulled my underpants down
and gave me another twenty-some-odd smacks to my behind, right on top of
the spanking Lynn gave me. I was bellowing and pleading for Mom to stop.
I couldn't take the pain, but I had no choice. The kids watched as Mom
continued to spank me.
I was bawling with my face heavily streaming in tears as Mom
dragged me down the sidewalk towards home, still wearing nothing but my
underwear. All the kids watched as Mom took me by the wrist as if I were
her bratty little toddler. On our way home Heather was sitting in her
front yard. She got up and asked what was going on.
"Steven's in trouble-- BIG trouble-- that's what!" Mom said to
her, trying to stifle her angry voice.
"What happened?" Heather asked.
"Well, let's say that Steven's baby-sitting job is over. I think
*he's* the one who needs a baby-sitter now!"
Mom then continued to drag me down the street. I resisted and
tried to squirm away from Mom. She swatted me through my briefs another
three or four times for doing that. When we got home I expected us to go
in the house, but instead Mom threw me into the car. She slammed the
door behind me and then got in on her side and slammed her door.
"Where are we going?" I sobbed.
"Shut up!" mom said, "You'll find out!"
A few minutes later I found out that Mom was getting me some
diapers to wear. We went to a medical supply place that sold larger-
sized diapers for older kids. She told me to stay in the car while she
ran in to get the diapers. A few minutes later she came out of the store
carrying a large package and set it on the seat between us. In a
smaller, separate sack were some containers of lotion and powder. On the
drive home I looked at the labeling on the package. It wasn't a brand
with which I was familiar (Huggies, Pampers, etc.) but the graphic
design was just as "babyish", if you will. The only difference was that
the subject modeling the diaper was an older boy instead of a baby. The
diaper he was modeling was very thick, too, and he was smiling as he
appeared to be enjoying having the diaper on. In big blue letters it
read "Protection Level 4- Maximum Absorbency- for severe bladder and
bowel incontinence." On the back of the package was a diagram of the
diaper with lines pointing to its features. It pointed out the extra
layers, the leak barriers, the tight leg bands, the high waist for added
capacity, the expanding material in the seat for large bowel movements,
the wide crotch and the strong tapes to ensure a "tight, secure fit." In
the corner of the package was some smaller print which read: Please note
that this product is designed to achieve maximum absorbency and
capacity. These high-capacity features require the diaper to be very
thick and rise higher on the individual's waist than conventional
diapers. They are not designed to be discreet, but to accommodate the
needs of individuals who have severe cases of bladder and bowel
incontinence. Because of the design of this product, it is recommended
that the individual wear these diapers in an environment where no outer
clothing is needed or desired, or wear clothing in a size that will
accommodated the diapers (see sizing conversion chart). If the
individual desires a more discreet diaper, a Heavy Absorbency diaper
(Protection Level 3) is recommended, but will require more frequent
changes.
When we got home I expected Mom to put one of them on me right
away. Instead she told me to go to my room and wait until Dad got home
since he was probably going to spank me for this, too. I waited
nervously as I watched each minute pass by ever so slowly on my clock. I
didn't have much to do in my room to occupy my time. It got to where I
actually wanted Dad to come home sooner just to get it over with.
When Dad finally came home I heard Mom talking to him about me. It
didn't take him long to come down the hallway and throw my door open. He
didn't even knock. His face was red and his eyes were bulging. I could
tell he was not about to go easy on me. As much as my butt still hurt, I
did not need another spanking.
"All right, Steven! Tell me what this is about! Shitting in Pull-
Ups at your age! I can't comment on this! I'm too disgusted!"
I sat on my bed in silence as Dad waited for me to explain what I
was doing. I had nothing to say to him, other than to apologize. This
wasn't enough to save me from the spanking that followed. Dad sat down
on my bed with me and told me to get up and go over his knee. He told me
to put my hands on my head and warned me not to tell him to stop.
Next came what I feared so much. Dad's hand came down repeatedly
on my behind. I screamed and hollered as the pain was becoming too
unbearable. His hand did not tire as he continued slapping my buttocks.
He yelled at me while he spanked me, calling me a baby for my behavior.
I thought he was through when he paused for a moment, but he continued
to smack my ass and blister its skin. I couldn't take any more of it so
I begged him to stop in spite of his warning.
"I told you *not* to tell me to stop!" he shouted. He started
spanking me even harder. By this point every square inch of my butt must
have been struck several dozen times. Just when I thought Dad would
never let up he finally did. He told me to sit down on my bed and stay
put while he went to get Mom.
A couple minutes later Mom came into my room with the package of
diapers. She opened it up and pulled out one of the diapers. It was the
biggest, thickest diaper I had ever seen! It was just like a baby's
diaper, but bigger. She told me to lie down on my bed so she could put
it on. Before she put the diaper on she applied the powder and some
lotion all over me from my butt through my crotch and over my genitals.
Next came the diaper, which Mom pulled up into my crotch and wrapped it
around my tender backside. She then pulled the ends as tightly together
as she could and fastened the tapes. That was it, no pants or shorts to
wear over them. Nothing I had would have fit anyway.
"Those are expensive diapers, but they're designed to hold a lot,
so you're not getting any changes for awhile," Mom said. She then told
me to stay in my room and wait for her to bring my supper to me. She
made it clear that I was not to leave my room.
I felt the thick diaper underneath my swelling bum as I ran my
hands over the slick surface of the diaper. I noted the wide crotch and
the high rise waist that were pointed out on the package. The diaper was
over my stomach and in the back it was well past my waist. It crinkled
with every step I took. The warm, soft material surrounded me and it
produced a sensation that gave me an erection.
While I was sitting in my room I felt an urge to pee coming on. I
wasn't ready to pee in the diaper just yet since I would have to wear it
for the rest of the night. On the other hand, there was no way I could
sneak into the bathroom without being caught since I would have to walk
across the kitchen to get to it. The tapes were also made with a very
strong adhesive that made them difficult to remove and, when removed,
would tear the diaper's lining off with it. Mom would detect any
attempts I made to remove it.
Just before Mom brought me my dinner I peed into the diaper and
soaked the entire front and the crotch. The skin of my dick and my balls
felt wet from being stuck inside of the wet diaper. When Mom brought in
a plate of food and a glass of milk I told her that I wet and I needed
to be changed.
"I just put that diaper on you, Steven, so you're going to have to
wear it wet the rest of the night! Besides, those diapers will hold a
lot more, so I expect you to fill them up before you get changed."
After I finished supper I was sent to bed. It was still light
outside and I could hear the kids still playing in the street while I
had to lie in bed in a wet diaper. I wasn't able to sleep knowing it
wasn't even 9:00 yet, so I sat up in my bed and started reading a MAD
magazine while I still had enough light.
Mom decided to check on me to make sure I was lying down. Of
course I wasn't, so she dragged me out of bed and ripped the tapes and
the diaper's outer cover to take it off. She then proceeded to give me
twenty swift, rapid smacks to my butt, which was still smarting from
getting spanked earlier. Her fiery hand only intensified the stinging
agony I felt back there. When she finished spanking me she tried to put
my diaper back on, but the tapes already ripped the plastic lining off
of where they had been stuck. I expected Mom to put a new diaper on me,
but she wasn't about to waste an expensive, high-capacity diaper that I
had only wet in one time so far.
Mom left me bawling in my room with my diaper off of me, sitting
open on the floor with a large wet deposit in it. When she came back to
my room she was holding a roll of two-inch wide clear mailing tape. She
laid me down on the bed and put the diaper around me as she did before.
The cold, wet material pressed up against my genitals as Mom brought its
torn ends together. She then took the mailing tape and ran a strip of it
entirely along each side to hold it in place. I thought she was done,
but then she had me sit up. She then took the tape and wrapped it very
tightly around my waist five or six times to ensure that I would not be
able to take the diaper off overnight.
By this time it was nearly dark as I went back to bed, but I still
couldn't sleep. My penis was hard from the feeling of the diaper rubbing
up against me, which was the only thing that felt good since the diaper
itself was wet and getting itchy. My genitals were out of place, but the
diaper was sealed off so tightly with tape at the top that I couldn't
reach down into the diaper to make the adjustments. I tried to run my
fingers underneath the leg opening, but this was also too tight. I ended
up trying to adjust my genitals through the diaper itself. This felt
very pleasing and I continued with the rubbing, massaging motions until
I felt a sudden jolt. I wasn't sure what it was, but it felt good and
made my penis too sensitive to continue handling. I had been playing
with myself quite a bit recently, rubbing myself through my underwear,
but never had I prolonged the rubbing and caused myself to feel such a
sensation.
By the time it was midnight I was still wide awake. I peed in the
diaper again and added to the wetness. I wasn't used to the bulky
feeling of having a diaper like this on. Even having worn my underwear
in multiple pairs wasn't enough to accustom me to the way the diaper
felt. My entire crotch was damp and the itchiness continued to bite at
my skin. I couldn't take the diaper off and I had to lie there for the
rest of the night in hopes that my situation wasn't too much of a
challenge for the sandman.
HEATHER THE BABY-SITTER: PART 3
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I finally did fall asleep in spite of the uncomfortable conditions
to which I was subjected. By morning the diaper smelled strongly of
urine and it was about to get another fresh shot added to it. I peed
some more into the diaper, wondering how much more it could hold. My
crotch itched as did my waist from the tight bands of tape constricting
my stomach. It was about 9:00 when Mom came in to check on me and change
me.
Mom had to use scissors to cut at the tape she wrapped around me.
She pulled off the very wet diaper and commented on how much more
wetting it could still take, plus she would have liked to have seen me
have a bowel movement in it to make changing it more worthwhile. The
diaper wasn't in any shape to be refastened onto me so she discarded the
old diaper, wiped me dry and applied the lotion and the powder. She then
produced another one of the thick diapers and unfolded it. My penis,
which was already hard from having it rubbed with the lotion, became
fully rigid and solid as I anticipated getting diapered in that large,
bulky white, perfectly folded pad she was holding.
"I see you like wearing diapers, Steven" Mom commented as she ran
her hand over the front of my diaper and my erect penis underneath it.
"Looks like you'll have to figure out some other way to go blind since
your diapers will be in the way." Mom meant to be subtle, but it was
quite clear to me what she meant.
Minutes later I had another thick, white bulging diaper wrapped
tightly around me which would stay on until Mom decided that I was due
to be changed. Most likely, I would be changed just before bedtime. I
thought about how I would spend my Saturday. I didn't want to be locked
up in my room, but I couldn't go outside and play like this, either. I
went over to the computer to start it up and play some more Doom, but
Mom quickly shut it off again before it booted.
"If you think I'm still going to let you have your privileges,
Steven, think again! You will be supervised at all times. Whenever I'm
home, you will stay with me. For when I'm at work I'm going to see about
getting a baby- sitter who's willing to look after a twelve-year-old in
diapers! That way I know you won't be trying to take those diapers off!
At night you'll get taped up just like you were last night, so I'd get
used to that if I were you."
"Come with me, I need to get a few gardening supplies," Mom said
as she directed me out to the car.
"Can I have something to wear over the diaper?" I asked, pointing
to the diaper.
"Just your shoes and socks, and I don't think they'll do any good
as far as covering your diaper. Get 'em on and let's go! Now!"
"But mom!"
"No buts! Except yours, which is going to get spanked in a minute!
I can always re-tape your diaper, you know."
I went to my room and slipped on my socks and then my shoes. Mom
then scooted me out the door and into the driveway where nine-year-old
Andy and his eleven-year-old brother Ricky, two bratty kids who lived
across the street, were outside could see me in my diapers. I must have
looked funny wearing a normal T-shirt, tennis shoes and white socks that
ran to my knees with red stripes at the tops. In the middle of it all
were my bare legs and the highly contrasting white diaper.
I quickly climbed into the car to avoid exposure. The man across
the street and one house over, mowing his lawn, must have seen me as he
was staring, though he quickly returned to his work. As Mom backed out
of the driveway into the street, the man looked at me again as I was
sitting in the car.
We drove for about four miles to the nearest garden supply store.
We pulled into the crowded parking lot and managed to find a space up by
the entrance. Thankfully Mom didn't make me go into the store with her.
She probably figured I wasn't about to go anywhere with my diaper fully
exposed. While I sat in the car I watched throngs of shoppers coming and
going, hoping that none of them would walk by our car and see me sitting
there. I looked around the car for a towel or something to put over my
lap, but nothing was available. While I was sitting there a family with
three girls returned to their car parked next to ours. I had the window
down as it was hot, but I rolled it up when they approached. One of the
girls, about eight or nine, looked at me and then said, "look, Dad! That
kid! He's wearing a diaper! He looks like he's twelve, maybe thirteen!"
That was all I heard as she then got into the car after that. She
continued to stare at me while they backed out of their parking space.
As we were close to the front of the busy store, another car naturally
pulled in immediately. This time it was a man in a pickup along with a
boy, presumably his son. They got out and didn't seem to notice me.
Another fifteen minutes passed. Mom was taking forever. I just sat
there and watched people go in and out of the store. I had been holding
my pee in since we left, but now was the time to release it. My diaper
was already wet from sweating in it, which was brought on even more by
sitting in the hot car. I felt more confident about the diaper's
capacity and I sent a deluge of urine into its thirsty absorbent panels
and continued to sit there, feeling the wetness spread into the crotch
and back towards my butt.
The man and the boy had returned to their pickup and loaded their
purchases into the back. This time the boy looked at me and commented to
his dad. I couldn't make out what the boy, about fourteen years old,
said. I did hear the father's reaction, though. He said, "maybe you
ought to try wearing one, son!" The father had a smirk on his face and
was apparently kidding with his son. Then again, perhaps he wasn't. My
mind drifted into a thought about the boy getting diapered by his dad,
which helped to pass the time.
Right as they backed out, another car took its place, but its lone
occupant, a middle-aged woman, didn't seem to notice me as she hurriedly
dashed into the store. Just then it occurred to me that there was a road
map in the glove compartment. I decided to unfold it and spread it out
on my lap to conceal my diaper from view. Just as I was getting the map
out I heard Mom open her car door. Finally. We're out of here! Or so I
thought.
"I need you to help me lift these bags into the back seat,
Steven," Mom said.
"You want me to get out of the car?" I asked Mom, wondering if she
was serious.
"Steven, these bags weigh sixty pounds apiece! I can't lift them
by myself!"
"Not while I'm in my diaper!" I protested.
"STEVEN! NOW!" she shouted. "Or I'll spank you right here in front
of everybody! You're lucky I didn't make you come in with me! Now get
that diapered butt of yours moving before I swat it a couple dozen
times!"
I reluctantly opened the car door and got out. Mom had me walk to
the back of the car to help her carry the large bags to the back seat. I
felt very embarrassed as I stood in plain view of dozens of shoppers who
were more concentrated at the store's entrance. No doubt they got a good
glimpse of my white, plastic-sheathed and padded rear end as I bent over
to pick up one side of the first of three bags and heaved it to the back
seat of the car. People who walked by us were staring and commenting. A
girl my age whistled at me and said, "What a sexy diaper you're
wearing!" I couldn't help but to turn to her and look. It was Marilyn
Swanson! I knew her from school and she's had a crush on me since the
fourth grade! Now she would never leave me alone once school started
again this fall!
"See, Mom?" I whined.
"Yes, and this is why I am making you wear diapers! Now help me
get this last bag so I can get back home and work on the garden!"
We lugged the last bag into the car and then, at long last, the
torture was over, for now. I sat in the car with my head low the whole
time. I couldn't believe I had to stand out in the busy parking lot and
expose myself to so many people in my diapers!
We got back to the house where I was again put to work in helping
Mom move the bags out of the car and into the wheel barrow. Mom then
went to work on the garden, which was located in the back yard. Lynn and
Tyler came by shortly afterwards. I was sitting in the shade on the
grass in just my diapers as I nervously greeted them. Lynn wanted to
talk to my Mom and asked me to get her from the garden.
Mom had Lynn sit down at the table on the patio while she went
into the house to get some lemonade for everyone, including me. I sat
off to the side and sipped my lemonade and listened to Mom and Lynn
talk. Lynn assured my Mom that she had no hard feelings against her
about the recent incident and she understands my Mom's embarrassment.
She said we were welcome to visit her as we had done before, though she
suggested that I should be wearing something besides diapers when I'm
there as she felt that if Tyler is in my presence and all I have on is
diapers then this will further encourage him to keep using them.
"Steven's not getting anything to wear over his diapers until he
goes back to school this fall," Mom said as she sipped her lemonade.
This raised the question of whether or not I would be wearing diapers to
school, too. I tried to ask Mom about this, but she scolded me for
interrupting her and continued her conversation with Lynn.
Lynn agreed that my Mom was punishing me appropriately for my
behavior, and she added that if Tyler were older and she knew he was
doing the same thing, she would likewise make him wear diapers all the
time. This segued into a discussion about Tyler's lack of progress on
his toilet training, which Lynn attributed to my influences on him.
"Tyler has not used the toilet at all," Lynn groaned. "I'm about
to put him back into diapers and just forget this whole toilet training
thing! I've about had it with him!" I looked up and listened in more
closely as Lynn mentioned this.
"I've already gotten him a new baby-sitter. She's fifteen, and I
think she'll work out. Besides the fact that Steven seems to like
wearing diapers, I think he was too young to handle baby-sitting, and I
think girls are better- suited for the job, anyway."
I took Lynn's last comment with some resentment. I wanted to
intervene, but I didn't know what to say to defend myself and to speak
on the behalf of other boys who felt they were competent enough to
handle baby-sitting. Perhaps I was a little young to be baby-sitting,
and I had no defense at all against my fondness towards wearing diapers,
so I just kept my mouth shut except to drink my lemonade.
After Lynn left Mom returned to her gardening and dragged me out
there with her to help pull weeds. While we were working Heather came to
the fence and talked to us. She greeted my Mom and then she asked her
what I did to get put into diapers.
"Steven was supposed to help Tyler with his potty training," Mom
started.
"Oh, tell me about it!" Heather sighed. "He's impossible! I know
boys are harder to train, but Tyler's impossible!"
"Anyway," Mom continued. "Steven decided to try wearing diapers
himself and he was caught!"
"Oh, really?" Heather said as she looked at me squatting on the
ground with my legs parted and my thick diaper running through my crotch
beneath me. Just as she looked at me I was in the process of releasing a
big pile of poop and filling the back of my diaper.
"Steven was also encouraging Tyler to use his diapers and he
wasn't making him use the toilet!" Mom said. "So, I figured if Steven
wants to wear diapers and use them, why try to stop him? Let him find
out what it's like to wear them! Let him be a little boy!"
"He's not the first kid his age I've seen in diapers," Heather
said. She related one of her baby-sitting experiences and said:
"I was thirteen, and the boy was twelve. I didn't think I could
handle him at first, but he was small, and I was a lot bigger than him.
His parents had me put triple cloth diapers on him and they gave me full
authority over him. They made me treat him like a little boy! He was
probably the most fun I ever had baby-sitting. He was like a little
brother to me, and I miss getting to spank him and punish him. He was a
brat, but not when I was around; he was scared of me!"
Heather was smiling, almost in a sinister, sadistic way as she
told her story. It certainly kept my attention and listening to Heather
talk about it gave me a hard-on that was completely concealed by my
thick diaper. I didn't understand why hearing about such an episode
aroused me the way it did.
My diaper also helped to conceal the large, stinky load of poop
that I just dropped in it. I felt it squishing against my bum as I moved
from my squatted position and pressed my bare knees into the soft dirt
and rested my behind on my heels. Mom then asked Heather how her fast
food job was going.
"Well, it isn't," Heather said as the smile suddenly vanished from
her puffy face.
"I quit today," she said with her head down. "We were really busy
today and the manager kept yelling at me. When he told me to get my fat
butt moving, I got really mad and walked out."
"I don't blame you," my Mom said. "I wouldn't put up with that,
besides, fast food isn't a glamorous job. I worked at McDonald's once
and I know how it is."
"I know what you mean," Heather said. "And I wasn't getting any
days off at all, either! Since I found out yesterday that Steven isn't
baby- sitting anymore for Lynn, I was going to quit anyway and see if
she wants me back to watch Tyler for her."
"Well, Heather," my Mom said. "Lynn was over earlier and she said
she's already found someone for the job."
"Oh," Heather said as her shoulders dropped.
"However, I do have an offer for you," Mom added. Come on over."
Mom then went to the gate at the back of the yard and let Heather
come around to our side of the fence where she joined Mom and me in the
garden. Mom told me to continue working on getting the weeds pulled
while she and Heather talked. I listened in on them.
"How would you like to watch Steven for me while I'm at work
during the week?"
"Sure," Heather said.
"You have the experience with baby-sitting older boys, which is a
plus, so I'm sure Steven won't be a problem. Just watch him like you
would Tyler, except in this case, you make sure he *doesn't* use the
toilet! Just keep him in diapers and do what you have to do to keep him
in line. And don't change him unless you really have to. I bought him
the biggest and thickest diapers I could get and they were more
expensive. Wait until he poops in them if you can."
I was standing with my legs straight and bent over as I was
working on yanking up a stubborn weed when Heather slapped my padded
behind and said, "you smell like you're due for a change right now!"
"I've never seen such a thick diaper!" Heather said. "Where do you
get them?" she asked my Mom, who then told her about the medical supply
store.
"You might want to consider cloth diapers for him," Heather
suggested. "Those triple cloth diapers I used on that other boy would
last all day long! I wouldn't change him until those diapers were so
full of his pee and poop, and I mean full! This is what the parents
asked me to do, so that's what I did." Her grin returned to her face.
"Then watching Steven shouldn't be much different," Mom said.
Mom and Heather discussed a few more details before she went back
to her house.
"See you on Monday at 8:30!" Mom hollered to Heather as she
returned to her back yard.
HEATHER THE BABY-SITTER: PART 4
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I spent the rest of Saturday in a poopy diaper right up until I
was sent to bed at 9:00 that night, which was better than last night,
but it was still too early for me. By then not only was the diaper
loaded with poop but I had also peed in it several times from having
drank so much on such a hot day as it was. I felt embarrassed to have
Mom open up my diaper and see what a big stinky mess I put into it, but
I knew that I would have to get used to it as would Mom, and Heather
once she began baby-sitting me. The entire rear of the diaper was
slathered with gooey shit. Mom wiped it up and dried off my crotch. My
brief state of nakedness ended abruptly when Mom put another diaper on
me. She sealed the sides with the diaper's own tapes and then she
heavily reinforced it with the mailing tape, which made about five or
six revolutions around my body.
Sunday was a drag. Dad was home that day since it was his only day
off from work. I wasn't comfortable going around in diapers in front of
dad. He kept telling me how much of a baby I was being because I was
wearing diapers. I did two bowel movements and several wettings in my
diaper that day before Mom took it off at the end of the day. I was
later told to take a bath, which was under Mom's supervision, to make
sure I didn't use the toilet while I was in the bathroom. After my bath
was over Mom put me back into a clean diaper and she taped it up heavily
for the night.
Monday morning came. I woke up with a dry diaper, but I was in a
dire need to pee and soon my diaper became soaked as I emptied into it
and relieved the pressure in my bladder. I was still lying in bed when
Heather arrived at 8:30 just as she had been told. Mom pulled me out of
bed and told me to be good for Heather. She was fully responsible for me
while Mom was at work and she was given permission to spank me and
discipline me in any way she saw fit. "And do what you can to make
Steven think about the way he's acting like a little boy," Mom told
Heather.
Mom headed out the door and Heather was now officially in charge.
Mom didn't even ask me if I needed to be changed, so she must have
figured that Heather would take care of my diaper this morning. Mom was
soon out the door and now it was just me-- standing there in my soaking
wet diaper-- and Heather, a big, tall, wide-hipped, big-butted and
large- breasted red-haired girl. Her size alone was enough for her to
command respect.
"Good morning, Steven," she said. "As you probably know, I'm your
baby-sitter now, but you can just think of me as your big sister if you
want, and I'll just think of you as my little brother. I don't have any
brothers or sisters, you know, and neither do you, so this ought to be
fun for both of us. You'd better get used to having me see you in your
diapers, because that's all I'm ever going to let you wear. Don't be
embarrassed by what you have underneath that diaper because I have seen
other boys your age, and I've dealt with their messy diapers, too, so
there's nothing I haven't seen or done before. Just be a good little boy
and we'll get along just fine."
"I need to be changed," I said shyly.
"Are you just wet, or poopy?" she asked.
"Just wet," I said.
"Wait until you poop. Your mom said those diapers are expensive--
I believe it, they're so thick-- so she doesn't want me to change you
until you've pooped in them. I'll know when because I'll smell it, so
don't bother telling me."
I didn't know what to expect Heather to do while she was there in
my house, depriving me of the privacy I once I enjoyed on summer days
when Mom and Dad were both at work. As far as I knew, Heather was to
make sure I stayed in my diapers and when I needed to be changed she
would change me.
She asked me if I had eaten breakfast yet, and I told her I
hadn't. She then told me to sit at the kitchen table while she poured me
a bowl of cereal. So far I thought this was okay, having someone else
prepare my breakfast for me. Heather then went into the living room
where she plopped her large rump down in the chair and watched one of
those trashy talk shows on the TV. My favorite morning show, "The Price
is Right" was on, too, but Heather wouldn't let me watch it or even
record it.
"But this is my house," I argued. "I should get to watch what I
want!"
"Yes, but I am also in charge, and what I say, goes!"
I felt defeated again and I decided that the next best thing to do
was to play a game of Doom on the computer. After about four or five
minutes of playing it Heather came over to me and asked me what I was
doing.
"I'm playing my game, is that a problem?"
"Yes, because it's exposure to violence like this that makes you
little boys grow up to be mean guys."
"C'mon, it's just a game," I defended.
"Nope, not for you, little boy."
"Stop calling me a little boy," I told her.
"I am sixteen, you are twelve, that makes you a little boy to me!
And that is how I am to treat you! And don't tell me what to do!"
"Can you just treat me like I'm twelve, not like I'm two?" I asked
more politely this time.
"I *am* treating you like you're twelve," she said. She then
rolled her eyes and said, "boys your age are still soooo immature!"
"You're just supposed to make sure I wear my diapers and have you
change me, right?"
"Yes, but I am also supposed to watch over you and make you think
about how you're acting."
"So, what *can* I do?"
"Play Solitaire or something," she said as she went back to
watching her talk show. "Maybe your Mom can get you some little kid
games, if I don't have to tell her you were a bad boy today, that is."
About an hour later, after playing Solitaire and all the other
non-violent games we had on our computer I felt a bowel movement coming
on. I waited for a little more pressure to build up and then suddenly I
crapped into my diaper. It came out gooshy and slimy as I expected it
and I felt the warm mass spread from my butt into my crotch. At least
now Heather would take the diaper off after I had been wearing it wet
all morning.
I got up and ran over to Heather to tell her I was ready to be
changed now.
"I told you, don't tell me when you need changed! I will know!
Besides, I want to finish watching this show."
"When's it over?" I asked.
"11:00, you can wait."
"Are you just going to sit that big butt of yours in the chair all
day?" I asked, meaning to sound spiteful at her seemingly purposeful
delaying of my diaper change. This was a mistake as Heather was quite
sensitive about such references to her size.
"I ought to spank you for that!" she said. She was very angry and
I felt intimidated.
"I'm sorry," I said. "I didn't mean--"
"Too late! When that diaper comes off, I will spank your little
rear end until it glows in the dark!"
I thought Heather would want to spank me right there and then, but
her talk show was more important right now. I felt nervous as I knew she
was going to slap my butt pretty hard, given the size of her arms and
her hand. I hoped she would cool off by the time her show was over and
forego the spanking.
I waited for nearly another hour for her show to finish up. During
that time I wet into the diaper some more. The front of it was starting
to expand from the volume of urine, and it weren't for the strong tapes,
it would have been sagging by its weight. Finally, Heather came up to me
and checked my diaper to make sure that I was messy enough to warrant a
change. "They're so thick I can't tell what you've done in them."
She tried to pull on the back of the diaper, but the extra tape
Mom wrapped around my waist made it too tight. Either Heather hadn't
noticed the tape or she didn't say anything about it until now, but she
liked the idea and asked me what the tape was for.
"So I don't try to take them off at night," I answered.
"What a good idea, I think I'll just use it on you all the time,"
she said.
The only way for Heather to check my diaper was to kneel down to
the floor and take a sniff of my butt from the outside of the diaper.
She then ran her hand over my rear and felt the globs of poop through
the thick seat of my diaper.
"Yep, you need changing, all right!" she said.
Heather took me into my bedroom and laid me down. She grabbed the
scissors to cut through all the extra tape on my diaper before removing
it. The diaper was very well used by this point and it stank very
strongly. To me the stench of my diaper was so vile, but Heather didn't
even bat an eye as the odors wafted up from my crotch. I figured she was
used to it after having been a baby-sitter for several years. She wiped
up the yucky mess and dried off my skin. She then wiped the area around
my genitals and I got an unavoidable erection. Heather looked at me and
saw that I was embarrassed by my hard-on. She said, "if it *didn't* do
that, then I'd be very surprised."
Just as she got me cleaned up, she said, "you think I forgot about
your spanking, didn't you? No, no, no, I didn't. You can't take back
what you said, so I'm going to give you something I can't take back,
either-- a sore bottom!"
Heather told me to get over her knee, just like she were my
mother. I resented being forced to yield to the commands of a sixteen-
year-old girl who was in no way related to me. I refused to do anything
except stand there shaking. Heather then charged toward me and grabbed
my wrist, then picked me up. This girl was strong! I was kicking and
squirming, but her grip was so tight. She then carried me over to my bed
and sat down on it while still holding me. She then put me over her knee
and proceeded to spank the hell out of me. She must have hit me thirty
or forty times!
"Don't you ever say things about my size again!" she shouted as
she struck my bare bottom, swatting each buttock randomly, but giving
each one about the same amount of painful attention. She then stopped
spanking me and left me over her knee while I wailed out my cries and
felt the pain lingering in my backside.
"Now let's hear an apology," she said after I stopped crying.
"I'm sorry, Heather," I wept.
"Just remember what will happen next time I hear you say anything
like that to me! Now let's get you diapered up, boy!"
Heather laid me back down and applied generous amounts of powder
and lotion all over the areas of my body to be blanketed by the diaper.
I winced as Heather ran her hand over my freshly spanked butt. My
erection resumed as Heather worked on spreading the cool cream around my
balls and my penis. Next she put a fresh diaper on me in one fluid
motion, as it seemed. She deftly pulled it into my crotch and taped up
the sides. She stood before me looking proud at how efficiently and
neatly she had me diapered. It was very tight and it felt secure. Next
she grabbed the mailing tape, as promised, and ran it around me five or
six times, ensuring that it was very tight. "I'd count on wearing that
the rest of the day," Heather said when she finished diapering me.
After Heather served lunch she told me that it was time for me to
take an afternoon nap. I refused to do so and said, "I'm not tired."
"You still need a nap," she said, "and don't try to get out of
it."
"I'm not taking a nap!" I protested.
"Then you must want a spanking!" she warned me.
"I've got a diaper on," I sassed, "how are you going to spank me
through it?"
"Your thighs aren't covered, I can spank you there, too!"
I was at her mercy no matter what I said or did and went into my
room. Heather told me to lie down on my bed and stay there.
"I'll check in on you, so I'd better not catch you out of bed!"
I lied in bed for about ten minutes, grumbling and feeling
frustrated. I thought about how Heather was treating me and I felt that
she was just trying to have some fun at my expense. I couldn't sleep at
all or even feel comfortable about having to lie down in the middle of
the afternoon. I got up and grabbed a Beavis and Butthead book and
started reading it.
A few minutes later Heather came towards my room, and she was
surprisingly quiet considering how big she was. When I realized she was
coming I threw the book down and lied down, as if to have been sleeping.
She came into the room and I continued to lie there on my bed,
pretending to be asleep. I heard her bend down and pick up the book.
"Hmmm...Beavis and Butthead, typical immature boy's crap. I know
you were reading this!"
Heather then jostled me "awake."
"You are supposed to be taking a nap!" she yelled.
"I couldn't sleep," I said as I just lied there with my rear end
facing up and in a vulnerable spanking position.
"I don't care, this is your nap time, and you shouldn't be reading
stuff like this anyway!"
Heather then confiscated the book and set it on my dresser to take
with her later. For now she told me to stay where I was while she
smacked me across the thighs twenty times. The vibrations she sent up to
my rear end made the diaper crinkle loudly with each strike. While I was
lying there crying she told me that she would take my diaper off and
spank me a hundred times if I didn't stay in my bed. She then left the
room and closed the door, warning me that she would check on me. Now I
wasn't going to get any sleep at all with my thighs stinging so badly.
I continued to lie there for the next three hours or so. I wet my
diaper twice during that period. At the same time I was getting aroused
by the wet feeling and the thick padding around me, so I started playing
with my hard-on, being very careful not to make any noise to attract
Heather's attention, and I also had to listen very carefully for her as
she came down the hall. It took me a long time to achieve ejaculation
since I was so distracted by watching for Heather. At one point I heard
her approaching and I had to stop momentarily. This time she didn't
catch me, luckily. I heard her go into the bathroom and I figured that
she, like most girls, would be in there awhile, so I finished myself off
and enjoyed the feeling in my diaper. It was the least I could do to
entertain myself since I had nothing else to do, and it was a good way
to pass the time, I thought.
A few minutes before Mom was expected to come home Heather told me
my nap time was over and I could get up. Mom came home a few minutes
later and asked Heather how things went today.
"He acted up a couple times," she said. "I wouldn't let him play
his Doom game and he threw a fit, and then he wanted to watch his TV
show and I wouldn't let him, and then he called me "fat" and I spanked
him for that, and then he fussed over having to take a nap, and then I
caught him reading a Beavis and Butthead book and I had to swat him
across the thighs for that since I wasn't about to undo his diaper."
"I told you to be good for Heather, Steven!" my Mom scolded me.
"I was just doing what I normally liked to do!" I cried.
"Since you weren't good for Heather, we'll have to take your
'little boy' punishment a step further and take away your big-boy
belongs! You are acting even more like a little boy, so you will be
treated even more like one! No more MAD magazines, no more Beavis and
Bonehead--"
"Butthead," Heather corrected my Mom.
"Butthead, whatever. No more Doom and other fighting games. Your
Dad will take all that off the computer tonight and we'll sell the disks
or give them to someone."
"Maybe Darwin wants them," I said, referring to my best friend,
who still didn't know that I wasn't baby-sitting for Lynn anymore, much
less the fact that I was wearing diapers. He had been away at summer
camp all this time.
"Sure, if Darwin decides he still wants to have a best friend who
acts like a little boy!"
"Oh, and no more Pearl Jam...or Nirvana...or Smashing Pumpkins,"
Mom said as she looked at my rock band posters on my walls and used
these band names as examples. "All your CDs are going, too. In fact,
we'll just clear out your whole room tonight, how's that?"
"No, mom! This is my stuff! You can't--"
"Not anymore. Don't worry, it'll be replaced with something more
appropriate for a boy who acts like he's two!"
Heather was dismissed and told to be back in the morning, and to
expect things to be much different by then. Right away Mom started going
through my stuff and stacking up books, CDs and any shirts that she felt
were not suitable for me, such as my No Fear shirts. I also noticed that
all of my jeans, shorts and swimming trunks were thrown into the growing
pile in the center of the room.
"What good is it to keep them? They won't fit over your diapers."
Next to go on the pile were my underpants. A lot of them had
stains in the seat from my poor butt-wiping skills or from my being too
lazy or in a hurry to bother with wiping in the first place.
"I don't know who will want these," Mom said as she examined my
briefs. "You've already left your marks in most of them as it is. Who
knows? Maybe some other boy too lazy to wipe his butt will want to wear
them since they're already stained!"
All this time I had been watching Mom strip my bedroom of all my
cherished belongings. All that was left were some Foxtrot and Dilbert
books that Mom decided I could keep along with others that passed her
criteria. All I had for clothes were the shirts that Mom decided were
okay for me to wear, my socks, my shoes and my white T-shirts that I
wore at bedtime. I had nothing at all to wear below my waist except for
the remaining supply of diapers.
My CDs were still sitting in a box, which Mom made me get and add
to the pile. I couldn't part with them, that is until the threat of
Mom's raised hand implying a spanking forced me to reluctantly put the
CDs on the pile.
"You know," mom said as she looked over the pile of stuff. "I
think we'll have a yard sale this weekend."
"What? You mean *sell* all of this?" I gasped.
"We could give it away, but I thought we could use the money to
buy you some new books and toys-- and some more diapers."
"But this is *my* stuff!" I hollered.
"Not anymore! End! Of! Discussion!"
"Aren't you just confiscating it?"
"Nope!"
"I don't get it back?"
"Nope, it is no longer yours. I will take this stuff out to the
garage and keep it stored out there. I'll lock up the CDs and books so
you won't go rummaging for them."
The last thing Mom had me do was take all my posters down and add
them to the pile. It appeared that we were moving, but my room was just
cleared out and now only occupied by my bed, my desk, my dresser (two
drawers once containing my underwear now emptied) a chair and a table.
Nothing was on the walls except for a Garfield poster on my door and my
bookshelves were only half-full. Several empty hangers dangled from the
rod in my closet amid the remaining shirts.
"I know the kids in this neighborhood will buy this stuff up!" Mom
said.
HEATHER THE BABY-SITTER: PART 5
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Very sadly, I watched Mom carry away my stuff, starting with my
CDs and books. She had me help her with carrying the clothes out to the
garage. She made me walk ahead of her so she could watch me and make
sure I didn't stash something to retrieve later.
A few minutes later I heard the doorbell ring. I was sitting on
the couch watching TV when he arrived. I quickly grabbed a large throw
pillow to conceal the thick diaper I was wearing so that the visitor,
whoever it was, wouldn't see me wearing diapers. It was my best friend
Darwin. I didn't expect him to be back from summer camp quite yet. He
asked my Mom if I was here.
"Yes, he is," Mom told him, "but Steven's in trouble right now."
"Why? What did he do?"
"Why don't you come in, Darwin, and I'll let Steven tell you what
he did."
Darwin approached me and looked at me sitting on the couch. I was
tightly clutching onto the pillow, guarding from Darwin's view the
diaper I was wearing. As far as he could tell, I was just wearing
shorts.
"Hi, Darwin," I greeted him quietly.
"Hi Steven. I'm in trouble, too. I got kicked out of camp for
mouthing off to the counselor too many times."
This didn't surprise me. Darwin had a tendency to challenge
authority figures when he didn't get his way. He was always getting in
trouble at school and he often smarted off to his parents, too. So, tell
me, what did you do?" Darwin asked.
I heaved a heavy sigh and paused to think about what to say.
"I'm not baby-sitting anymore," I told Darwin.
"Okay, and?" Darwin prompted me. He knew there was more to the
story.
"I...I...I can't tell you...it's too embarrassing," I uttered.
"Is it drugs? Please don't tell me it's drugs!"
"No," I assured him. "It's not drugs."
Mom was standing patiently as she waited for me to reveal what was
going on.
"Look, can you keep a secret?" I asked him.
"I'm your best friend. We've known each other since third grade!"
"You gotta promise me!" I demanded.
"I promise," Darwin said.
I paused for a moment, debating whether to slowly lift the pillow
off of my lap, or just instantly flash my diaper to Darwin. Mom was
getting impatient now.
"Come on, Steven, just show him!"
"You got a...sex change?" Darwin asked.
"Nooooo!" I groaned loudly. "Don't be ridiculous!"
"Well? What? What else could it be, Steven?"
I couldn't stand the suspense any more than Darwin probably could,
so I lifted the pillow off of my lap and let Darwin see the diaper.
"My Gosh! You're wearing a diaper!" he said. "I don't believe it!"
"You said you promised not to tell!" I reiterated to Darwin.
"Okay," he said hesitantly. "I don't know why I would tell anyone,
but...just *why* are you wearing diapers?"
"I was caught sneaking Pull-Ups at Lynn's house...and I was
wearing them...and using them."
"Really!" Darwin said. "I'm glad you're not on drugs, and as far
as I can tell, you're still a boy. But, man, *diapers?*"
"My mom's making me wear them because of the Pull-Ups."
"He wants to act like a little boy, so that's how he's being
treated now," my Mom said.
Darwin appeared to be nervous and uncertain of what to say or to
even think. He said, "well, I suppose I'd better go. I'll see you." I
didn't know what Darwin was thinking, whether he wanted to ever come
back again to my house again or even be my friend after seeing that I
was wearing diapers. This left me worried for the rest of the evening.
Dad came home later on and Mom explained to him what was going on
with getting rid of my "big boy" stuff and mentioned that he would need
to go through the files on the computer system and take off all the
games that I had either bought, copied or downloaded that had to do with
fighting or other themes that are more appropriate for older boys than
for a "little boy" as I was now considered.
After we had eaten dinner I had to sit down with Dad in front of
the computer. Dad remarked that he could smell my poopy diaper and
grumbled over having to deal with the odors of dirty diapers in the
house again. He said, "I put up with your stinking diapers for four
years, which was long enough. Now, who knows how long you'll be wearing
them!"
I watched Dad go through the entire hard drive and delete the
games that I had put on there. He then had me gather up all the disks
and manuals and take them out to the garage where they would be sold
with the rest of my stuff. He said he would check the system out every
now and then to see if anything new was added.
The next day came and of course Heather was there right on time,
before I was even awake. After I woke up I lied in bed awhile longer and
felt my wet diaper wrapped around me. I also had an urge to handle the
erection underneath that thick white layer building up. While I was
enjoying myself my door suddenly swung open! I immediately stopped when
she entered. I still had a hard-on buried beneath the diaper but Heather
couldn't see anything on my front but the white, thick diaper that
dominated my stomach.
She told me to get up and eat my breakfast. She looked at my
diaper and she could tell that I had wet in it but it was not messy yet
so she was going to leave it alone until I pooped in it. The morning
went by much like it did yesterday. Heather watched two hours of talk
shows and I played what few games there still were on the computer and
read some of the books that I still had.
Later on, Heather decided she wanted to meet her friends down at
the lake to go swimming. She made me leave the house in just my diaper
and my shirt. My diaper was still the same wet one that I was wearing
when I woke up this morning. She grabbed one diaper and brought it with
us so that when and if I pooped she would change me.
We walked to Heather's house next door, and of course we could
have gone through the back yard and around to the alley and back into
the back yard of Heather's house. Heather ignored my request that we go
this way and instead she led me out front to the sidewalk where anyone
who was out there was certain to see us. Andy and Ricky were out in the
street having a water balloon fight. They were in the third and fifth
grades, respectively. Even though they were younger than me, they made
fun of me for wearing diapers and were probably getting a lot of
satisfaction from making fun of a seventh grader, a feat which few kids
of lower rank ever dared to perform. The boys' older sister Diane, who
was in the ninth grade, was also out there of the lawn tanning herself.
She waved at Heather and laughed at seeing me in my diapered state.
Suddenly, Andy threw a water balloon at Heather and me. Whether I
was the target or Heather, the balloon hit Heather's wide butt, dead
center, an easy target, I had to agree.
"Ha! I hit Blubber Butt!" Andy shouted victoriously. Still holding
the diaper in her hand, Heather chased Andy down the street and she
quickly gained on him. Ricky then shouted, "she's gonna put that diaper
on you, Andy, just like Steven!" I stood on the sidewalk and watched,
wishing I had a bush or something to hide behind so I didn't have to
stand there so conspicuously in a diaper.
Heather then caught Andy and grabbed his shirt. She then held onto
him and kept him tightly locked in her arms. Diane then ran over to
them, and at first I thought she was coming to the defense of her
brother, but instead she had Heather hold him down while Diane pulled
down the boy's shorts and revealed his colorful cartoon underwear; these
went down next. Heather then sat down on the curb and put Andy in
between her knees to hold him in place with his naked rear end exposed
and ready to be spanked by Diane. She slapped his bottom about twenty
times and scolded him for throwing a water balloon at Heather and
calling her names. He was screaming for Ricky to rescue him, but all
Ricky could do was stand at a distance and watch in stunned silence as
Diane swatted his behind.
After the spanking was over, Diane asked Heather if she could put
the diaper on Andy. Of course Heather let her take the diaper and use it
on her little brother. Andy was yelling, "Don't put that on me!"
"Shut up, you brat!" Diane scolded him. "You deserve this! I wish
I had thought of making you wear diapers a long time ago!"
Heather continued to hold Andy down while Diane opened the diaper
and wrapped it around the boy's skinny waist. The diaper looked
disproportionately large on his frame and it went halfway up his back in
the rear. His skinny legs contrasted so plainly against the huge white
diaper that billowed forth from his butt. Diane was still able to pull
the tapes up enough towards the front of the diaper to tightly fasten it
onto Andy's body. Andy then stepped out of his shorts and underpants and
was made to go around in just the diaper that had been put on him. Diane
picked up his shorts and underwear and took them into the house.
Heather then took me back to my house to pick up another diaper to
replace the one that went to Andy. She also brought along the tub of
baby wipes and grabbed the scissors so that she could cut through the
tape that was wrapped around my diaper. She also took the tape itself to
use on me when and if she changed me. We then walked across the street
again and went up to Diane. Heather handed her the roll of tape and
suggested that she use it on Andy so he won't try to get his diaper off.
Heather showed Diane how the tape was being used on my diaper. Diane ran
to the back yard and grabbed Andy and dragged him back out to the front.
He was kicking and screaming, but with Heather's assistance he didn't
get far. Heather held him down again while Diane ran the tape around his
diaper seven or eight times and then finally cut it with the scissors.
Poor Andy then ran away to the back yard bawling again and whining about
being forced to wear a diaper.
Heather and I went over to her house where she went into her room
to change into her swimsuit and to slip some shorts on over them. She
came back out exposing her white, sun-deprived flabby legs. She
collected a few other items to take along and led me out to her car
(actually her parents' car, since she had just learned to drive.) She
then drove us to the lake about two miles away, where her friends were
going to meet her.
When we arrived I saw three other girls all clad in their skimpy
swimwear. I didn't want to get out of the car, but Heather told me to
either move my butt or she would spank me in front of all her friends,
which would only add to the embarrassment that I was about to face.
Slowly, I exited the car and was led towards the group of girls,
all of whom were staring, probably never having seen a twelve-year-old
boy wearing diapers.
"Who's the boy?" one girl asked.
"Everybody, meet Steven," Heather said. "I'm baby- sitting him. A
round of voices from the group, all of them saying, "Hi, Steven!"
followed.
"He's wearing a diaper!" said another one of the girls.
"He's wearing them for punishment," Heather said.
"How *old* is he?" she asked.
"Twelve, but I'm supposed to treat him like he's two, maybe
three."
"What is he wearing them for?" came a question from another girl.
"He got caught wearing Pull-Ups! Isn't that funny?"
"You look cute, Steven!" said a slender, long-haired blonde who
was sitting on a picnic table. She bent over and patted my bottom. Her
name was Sandy, I had just learned.
"I think you need to change him, Heather," Sandy said.
"Is he poopy?" Heather asked Sandy.
"I dunno. I'll ask him. Are you poopy?"
Sandy then started giggling. I stood still and stoically endured
the humiliation. She then asked me again, "well, are you?"
"Feel his butt, and smell him," Heather told Sandy. "He won't tell
you."
Sandy then knelt down and ran her hand over my behind.
"I don't think he is, but all I can feel is his thick diaper! I
don't smell anything, either. He is wet in the front, I can tell."
"He's fine. Let me know if he gets stinky, then I'll change him."
"What's with the tape?" Sandy asked.
"Oh, that's so Steven won't try to take his diaper off."
"I don't think that's going to be a problem," Sandy said.
For the next hour or so I sat on the sandy shore of the lake and
watched the girls splash around in the shallow water. They all kept
mocking me for being in diapers and talked to me in exaggerated baby-
talk voices. They wanted to walk me around and pretend that I was their
baby boy or their brother. Heather told me to let them take me around,
otherwise she would give them permission to spank me.
While I was being taken around by Sandy I told her I had to stop,
and of course she asked me why. I didn't want to tell her, but I figured
she'd know when I squatted down to unload into my diaper.
"Diddums go poo-poo?" she said. "We'll get you back and Heather
will get you all cleaned up!"
We returned to the swimming area and caught up with Heather.
"Now he needs a change! He just now pooed in his diaper!"
"I can smell it! Just wait here, Steven," Heather said as she
dashed off to the car with her plump posterior, nearly completely
exposed by her tight swimsuit, bouncing around. As I had seen most girls
do, she reached back and pulled it out of her butt.
Heather returned shortly with the diaper, the wipes, the tape and
the scissors. She laid me down on the picnic table and cut through the
layers of tape, freeing me of the diaper's tight hold around my waist.
She cut away at the other side and pulled away the diaper, heavily
loaded with a thick pile of smelly shit. The front of it was solidly
soaked in pee. The yellow and brown wastes converged at the crotch and
blended into each other. The girls had gathered around the table and
watched. All of them were holding their noses, except for Sandy, who
also had baby-sitting experience.
"You wimps!" Heather said as she mocked the girls for holding
their noses.
"You get used to it when you're a baby-sitter," Sandy added.
Heather started wiping up the mess. She started with my genitals
and my penis stiffened up, much to the amusement of the girls.
"How cute! He likes it!" said Holly, one of the other girls who
had been fairly quiet up to this moment.
"Who wants to throw the diaper away?" Heather asked the group.
"Not me!" said Holly.
"Uh, no," said Rhonda, the last of the girls that I had
acknowledged by name.
"I'll do it," Sandy volunteered.
"No, Sandy. We need to break these girls in. Holly, take this
diaper away for me!"
"Eeww! Do I have to?"
"I'll buy your lunch if you do," Heather bribed her. This was good
a good enough incentive for Holly to cart off the soiled diaper along
with several wads of used wipes, which were placed in the diaper. I
watched Holly carry it, holding it at a distance from her body, over to
the garbage can, about a hundred feet or so away.
"Now, how about you, Rhonda?" Heather asked her, handing her the
diaper.
"What?" she asked.
"Why don't you try diapering him?"
"Sure," she shrugged.
Rhonda then unfolded the diaper and laid it out. Heather coached
her along and showed her how to position the diaper beneath me. Rhonda
then brought the sides up and fastened the tapes, though they were too
loose. Heather stepped in and corrected this and refastened the tapes.
Rhonda taped up the other side on her own and ensured that the fit was
very tight. Heather then finished up the job by wrapping the mailing
tape around my waist several times.
"That was fun!" Rhonda remarked.
"Maybe you should try baby-sitting!" Heather suggested. "You can
come over and I'll let you change Steven if you want!"
"Not me!" Holly remarked. "Not if I have to deal with poopy
diapers like that!"
"It's not that bad," Heather said. "Remember, most poopy butts you
deal with won't be as big as Steven's, unless you happen to find some
other twelve-year-old boy who wears diapers!"
"I'm just glad to get that filthy thing out of my hands!" Holly
said.
"Fine, you can try working in fast food and deal with asshole
managers like I did," Heather related. "Either way, you deal with a lot
of shit, whether it be fast food or baby-sitting."
The girls splashed around for another half hour or so and they
even dragged me out to the water to wade in it. Heather told me to stay
in the shallow area and not get my diaper wet since it would become very
heavy and soaked with water. "Get it wet the way you're supposed to,"
she said.
After awhile the girls decided they were hungry so we left the
lake. Upon walking back to the car I saw my heavily soiled diaper
sitting in the garbage can on top of the pile of trash that was already
in it. Dozens of flies were buzzing around it, all of them feasting on
the fresh deposit of poop in the diaper. I could only imagine what the
next visitors to this area would think when they saw a soiled diaper in
the garbage, a diaper too big to have been worn by a baby.
We met again at McDonald's. I hoped that we were going through the
drive-thru, but Heather pulled into the parking lot and stopped the car.
Now I was hoping that she was going to get it to go and just have me
wait in the car. Nope. She made me walk inside with her and the other
three girls. It was past noon, but the lunch rush was still going as a
long line of customers crowded at the counter. Heather threatened to
spank me if I didn't go in.
"It says 'no shoes, no shirt, no service,'" Sandy pointed out on
the door. "It doesn't say you have to be wearing pants, so you can go
in, Steven."
The other girls led me back to a table. The other patrons in the
restaurant all stared as I walked past them. Kids were telling their
parents, "Look! He's wearing diapers!" I didn't look at anyone as I ran
to the table and sat down. I was shaking and on the verge of crying.
Sandy stayed at the table and sat next to me while the other girls ran
back to Heather who was waiting in line.
"What's the matter?" Sandy asked me. "You embarrassed?"
I nodded my head.
"We won't be here long," she assured me. While we were waiting,
Sandy exchanged some small talk with me, though I contributed little to
the conversation. She asked me what I did to get put into diapers. I
told her I was caught wearing Pull-Ups when I was baby-sitting, but I
didn't tell her that I messed in them.
"You know," Sandy said, as if to be comforting me, "there are
probably lots of other boys like you who wish they could wear diapers.
Think of how lucky you are! Don't think of it as a punishment. Think of
it as a privilege that so few get to enjoy! I knew a kid in my school
who always wore diapers, and he said he liked wearing them. Everybody
thought he was weird and he didn't have very many friends. I wanted to
be friends with him, but then everyone would have thought I was weird.
Sad, huh?"
I nodded, just to acknowledge that I was listening.
"Who is he?" I asked.
"Oh, his name was John. He moved away. You two would have been the
best of friends, I know."
I was starting to open up and talk a little more. I asked Heather
why she liked talking to me.
"I wish I had a little brother," she said. "I don't have any
brothers or sisters. I think of Heather and Rhonda as my sisters. Maybe
you can be my brother."
I didn't know what to say back to her. At that time the girls
returned to the table with the food. Heather had bought me a
cheeseburger Happy Meal and she even had them include the toy that was
designed for kids under three years old, just to further make her point.
By the time we finished our lunch the crowd had thinned out and
only a few tables were occupied, all by different patrons, all of whom
had yet to see me in my diapers as we exited the restaurant. They looked
and laughed at me just as I was expecting them to do.
I sat in the hot car and waited ten minutes for Heather and her
"sisters" to finish chit-chatting before we parted ways. It felt good to
finally get back home. By then it was late in the afternoon and Mom
would be home within a couple of hours. Heather wanted me to take a nap
again, and, unlike yesterday, I was feeling tired and a nap actually
sounded like a good idea. Heather checked my diaper and saw that it was
only wet, so she left it on me and sent me to bed for the afternoon.
HEATHER THE BABY-SITTER: PART 6
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The rest of the week seemed to drag. I had nothing to do since
most of my belongings were confiscated and waiting in the garage for
Saturday's yard sale. Heather only changed me once a day each day and
only after I had a bowel movement. One day I didn't poop until two in
the afternoon while I was forcibly lying in bed taking a "nap", and
since I was supposed to be sleeping at that time I didn't dare get up to
tell Heather I needed to have my diaper changed. I had to lie there for
another hour and feel the large poop glob smear around in the rear of my
diaper.
After Heather "woke" me up she detected that my diaper was full
and stinking strongly. She was going to change my diaper but then the
doorbell rang. I followed her out to the front room to see who it was. I
hid around the corner to avoid being seen.
It turned out to be Darwin. I hadn't told him about Heather being
here every day to baby-sit me, so he was surprised to find that she was
at my house.
"Hi!" he greeted Heather at the door.
"Hi, and who are you?" she asked.
"I'm Darwin, I'm a friend of Steven's," Darwin introduced himself
as he looked up at the big towering girl standing before him. "Who are
you?"
"I'm Heather. I'm Steven's baby-sitter."
"You're his-- baby-sitter?"
"His mom hired me to watch him while she was at work. What did you
want?"
"I just came by to see Steven and thought maybe he wanted to come
over to my place."
"Nope, he can't. I can't let him leave."
"I just live up the street," Darwin said. "And I don't think
Steven needs to have a baby-sitter watching over him."
"Well, Steven's mother seems to think so, which is why she hired
me. I'm just doing my job. Now run along now."
"Can he just come over for a few minutes?"
"He has nothing to wear but diapers! He's not going anywhere
unless I say he can, and when he does, I go with him!"
"Fine, then you come over with him!"
I knew there was going to be trouble. I had been standing there
around the corner watching this scenario heat up. I came out in the
open, still in a dirty diaper. I told him I'd come over at a later time.
"Now while I'm around you don't!" Heather said.
Now Darwin was getting irritated, and, just like he had
demonstrated before, whenever someone pissed him off he wasn't afraid to
tell them what he thought.
"Look, Steven, don't let some fat chick rule your life!"
"FAT CHICK?!" Heather shouted at him.
"You make a good baby-SITTER, if you know what I mean!"
Heather didn't give him a chance to get away as she grabbed his
shirt and pulled him into the house. He tried to get away, but Heather
had him clutched tightly in her arms. He fought to get away, saying "let
go me of me, you fat-ass bitch!"
Heather didn't say a word. She pulled him into the house, pushed
the door shut with her foot and wrestled Darwin to the floor. He was on
his stomach and pinned down by her weight as she sat on his legs and
held him down. She then pulled down his shorts and exposed the bare
flesh of his buttocks.
"Don't touch me!" he shouted. "get off of me!"
Heather ignored his cries for mercy. She was on her knees with her
left hand braced on Darwin's back. Her other hand was raised in the air,
ready to come down on Darwin's butt. She hit him once and he screamed,
"Owww! Don't hit me!"
Deaf to his cries, Heather continued to spank him, and it seemed
that the more Darwin begged Heather to stop, the faster and harder she
spanked him. She must have hit him thirty times before he hollered, "I'm
sorry! I'm sorry!" Heather finally let up and acted like her own hand
was hurting from giving Darwin an intense spanking.
Heather then leaned back, still keeping her weight pressed down on
Darwin. She grabbed his shorts and his underwear and pulled them down
some more. Darwin told her to leave him along, but this got him another
five rapid swats. Heather then got up off of him and pulled his shorts
and underpants off completely. He lied there with his naked reddened
rump sticking up in the air. He cried defenselessly with his face full
of tears.
Heather picked up his shorts and underpants and separated the two
garments. She examined his briefs and noted the brown stains in the
seat. "Skid marks! It figures!" she said.
"What are you doing with my shorts?" Darwin asked.
"You won't need them for awhile," Heather said as she took them
into the wash room. She came back and told him to go to my bedroom and
lie down on the bed.
"I said I'm sorry!" he whined.
"Too late, you can't take back what you said to me so I can't take
back what you're getting for it."
"Can I get my shorts back so I can go home?"
"No! Now quit fussing before I redden your butt a couple more
shades!"
"I'm telling my Mom about this!"
The spanking resumed and Darwin got another nine or ten swats. He
realized how powerless he was to Heather's intensifying wrath and ran to
my bedroom as he was told. Heather held him down and told me to grab a
diaper. I handed her one of the diapers and watched her go to work on
heavily wrapping up his rump. He showed no resistance now as he yielded
to Heather's motive to punish him for calling her a fat chick and other
epithets concerning her size. When she got him padded up she ran the
tape around his diaper enough times to completely enshroud it from the
waist to the leg openings. She then told him to get off the bed since it
was my turn to be changed. Of course she gave his bum a firm pat as she
often did to me.
Darwin sat in the chair wearing the diaper and sulked as he
watched Heather take the poop-loaded diaper off of me after cutting
through the thick tape. She spent awhile getting the filthy mess cleaned
up before getting me diapered again. Three new rolls of tape had since
then been purchased and were waiting next to the old, nearly empty roll.
Heather decided to just use it all up and wrap it around me as heavily
as she did for Darwin. Heather then exited from my room and left me
sitting there on my bed staring at Darwin.
He had such a sullen look on his face. I knew he was deeply
humiliated by this incident.
"You shouldn't have pushed it with her," I said.
"Shut up!" he grumbled.
"You never learn, Darwin. You mouth off to everybody, and I've
told you, someday you'll get your ass kicked for it. It looks like you
got it spanked and diapered."
"Very funny," he mumbled. "Get this thing off of me."
"Sure, if you like getting spanked," I said.
It's starting to itch and it's so tight," Darwin complained, and
besides, I have to go to the bathroom."
"Looks like you'll have to do it in the diaper."
An air of silence descended upon the room. Only the occasional
crinkle of diapers and the sounds from outside were heard. I felt so
tense sitting there pondering the fate of our friendship with this
latest turn of events. Finally I couldn't stand the paradoxically
blaring stillness in the room any longer, so I finally spoke.
"Are we still friends?" I asked.
Darwin said nothing and he didn't even look at me. His head was
down low, his knees against his chest, exposing the wide crotch of his
diaper as he kept his legs spread apart. It was so quiet in the room
that I could hear his urine trickling into his diaper. He continued to
sit in the chair completely motionless.
"Well, are we friends still?"
"I don't think so," he said.
"So you got diapered," I said. "I won't tell anybody. We've been
friends a long time, and you should trust me."
"I don't care."
"Look, it isn't my fault. I didn't tell her to diaper you."
"If you didn't get yourself into trouble with those Pull-Ups, this
would have never happened. Ask Heather to get my shorts so I can go
home."
"I'll ask her, but she probably won't give them to you."
I got up and went out to the front room. I waited until a
commercial break before I approached Heather and told her that Darwin
wanted to go home and needed his shorts.
"He's not getting them until your Mom comes home and I get ready
to leave."
"Okay," I said. I went back to my room and said, "I told you" to
Darwin. "She won't do it until my Mom gets home."
"My Mom's probably home right now, wondering where I am."
"She'll come here first, you know that."
Darwin finally lifted his head up and looked around my room.
"Where's all your stuff?"
"I got it taken away."
"Because of this diaper thing, right?"
I nodded my head.
"We can't go on, Steven. I won't go to school next year and have
everyone see me hang around with somebody who wears diapers!"
A few minutes later I heard the doorbell ring. I got up to see who
it was, again being cautious not to let the visitor see me. As I was
halfway expecting, it was Darwin's mother.
"Is Darwin here?" she asked.
"Yes he is. Darwin!"
Darwin didn't come out. Heather hollered for him again. Still no
response. She walked back there and told him his mother was waiting for
him and reminded him that he wanted to tell her what she did to him.
While Darwin's mother was waiting she saw me standing behind the
corner.
"Hi Steven. Don't be so shy!" she said. "Is Darwin back there?"
"He is, but he's upset."
"Let me go talk to him," she said as she started to come down the
hallway. She came around the corner and stopped when she saw me standing
there in a diaper.
"My word, Steven! Aren't you a little old for diapers? And who's
that heavyset gal?"
"My baby-sitter," I mumbled.
"Is this some kind of joke?"
"No, I answered.
"What's the deal with Darwin?" his mother asked as she resumed her
walk back to my bedroom. "I hear him crying." I followed behind to find
out what would happen. The anxiety was killing me.
"Darwin! You're in diapers, too!" his Mom shouted.
Heather then proceeded to explain everything to Darwin's Mom and
mentioned what Darwin said to her to get put in diapers.
"You never learn, Darwin!" his Mom scowled. "Let's go home!"
"Mom! All I said was she was fat!"
"And she punished you for it! I think a summer in diapers is what
you need to straighten up that mouth of yours!"
Heather handed Darwin's Mom his shorts and underwear. Darwin's Mom
looked at the skid marks, too, and said to him, "since you can't keep
your underwear clean perhaps you should be wearing diapers anyway!"
"Do you need someone to baby-sit him?" Heather asked Darwin's
mother.
"Do you know of someone?" she asked Heather. "I think Darwin could
use the discipline and the supervision."
"Some of my friends might be available to do it," Heather said.
"I'll talk to them. I'm sure one of them can do it for you."
"Good. Here's my phone number," Darwin's mom said as she wrote it
down for Heather.
I watched Darwin and his Mom walk out the door and down the
street. Darwin pouted about being treated like a baby, but his Mom
wasn't going to let him off the hook this time. All Darwin had to wear
was the diaper for the four blocks he had to walk home, including having
to cross a busy street along the way.
Mom came home and mentioned that she saw Darwin wearing just a
diaper like the ones I wore, and walking home with his mother. She asked
me about it, but Heather answered instead.
"He came over and he wanted Steven to go to his house, but since I
wouldn't let Steven go he called me a fat chick."
"Serves him right," Mom said. "That kid has the worst mouth. He
has no manners or respect for anyone."
"He will after I get a baby-sitter for him," Heather said with a
grin.
HEATHER THE BABY-SITTER: PART 7
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The next few days were rather uneventful before the yard sale that
was being held the following Saturday. Before I was even out of bed that
morning Mom had all my stuff set up out in the front yard with large
banners and signs to draw people's attention. At 9:00 Mom came into my
room and told me to get up and help her with the yard sale outside.
"I'm not going out there in my diapers!" I cried.
"Yes you will, Steven, whether I have to spank you first or not!"
"But what about all the people out there?"
"That's the idea, now get your butt moving!"
"I wanna watch cartoons!" I whined.
"No! No cartoons! I need your help out there! I have people out
there right now!"
"Mom! Don't do this to me!" I pleaded.
"All right! Get out of bed and bend over!"
"Okay! I'll go outside!" I said as I didn't want to get spanked
again. Mom checked my diaper to see if I was in need of a change. My
diaper was soaking wet but since I hadn't dropped a bowel movement in it
yet. I was left unchanged as I timidly approached the front door and
went outside to the front yard. A family of three was perusing the
merchandise when I walked out there. The parents had a boy who looked
about eight years old with them. He was staring at me curiously, but he
didn't say anything to me. He turned to his mother, smiled and said "he
must wet his bed, too!" A closer examination of the boy's shorts
indicated to me that he was wearing a very thick diaper. He sat down on
the grass to tie his shoe and this gave me an open view of his crotch,
providing confirmation to me that he was diapered. I wished I could have
found out more about him, but he and his family left right away.
Several tables were piled with stuff Mom and Dad wanted to get rid
of and were displayed in the yard along with my former belongings, which
fully occupied two tables. Among my belongings to be sold were my old
pairs of underpants. Actually, Mom was trying to give them away instead
of sell them since she figured nobody would want to buy them with large
poop stains smeared into the seat and crotch of almost every pair. A
lady picked up the newer-looking pairs off the top of the pile--
presumably for her son-- but she left the other pairs behind after
examining the heavy brown marks that were permanently embedded into the
fabric. Mom tried to encourage the lady to take the entire lot, but she
said, "no thanks, I'll let my son make his own marks in his underwear."
Her boy was standing next to her and he looked really embarrassed for
what his mother said. His sister was standing behind him and she was
laughing.
Other people who came through, and those who looked at the pile of
dingy underpants examined them and rejected them because of the evidence
of how they had been used. The sign that Mom posted with them read "free
boy's underwear, sizes 10 and 12, used and abused, take them all!"
Other shoppers came and went as the morning passed. Most of the
adults were looking over Mom and Dad's stuff and my stuff drew the kids'
attention more as they gravitated toward the stacks of CDs, books and
computer games. Of course they saw my underwear piled onto the table,
too. They went through my underwear and said things like "ooh, these
have been pooped in" and the like. Upon looking at me sitting there in
my diapers the kids probably figured out why my underwear was so badly
stained and, perhaps, why they were being offered at the yard sale. One
boy I observed appeared to be embarrassed about wanting to take some of
my briefs, and when he thought his mother wasn't looking he stuffed a
couple pairs underneath his armpits. Perhaps he had plans to have some
pooping fun with them later. He seemed to be very excited about taking
them.
Nobody noticed that I was wearing diapers until they came up to
the table to pay for their stuff. The boy who was sneaking off with my
old underwear commented to his Mom about me wearing a diaper. His Mom
said, "if you made your underwear look like the pairs I saw over there
I'd make you wear them, too." The boy appeared to be silently excited
about this "threat" judging by the suppressed smile on his face.
Of course Mom made me take people's money and make change while
she "supervised" me. Most people looked at me strangely, and I must have
looked at them just as awkwardly for presenting myself in diapers. One
lady declined to make her purchase and acted disgusted toward my Mom
because she was making me wear diapers.
Everyone in the neighborhood stopped by to check things out at the
yard sale. The kids from across the street came over and rummaged
through the stuff. Diane walked over to the pile of underwear and picked
up a pair. She looked at the brown stains smeared into the seat and then
she handed the tainted briefs to her brother.
"Here you go, Ricky," she said. "They look just like your
underwear, poop stains and all!" Ricky then threw them back at her and
then they got into a fight. My Mom then walked over to them and broke up
their sibling spat. Mom then looked at Ricky and said, "if you want
them, Ricky, they're yours, and you don't even have to worry about
keeping them clean since they've *already been *ruined!*" Mom turned her
head and looked straight at me. Ricky set the underpants down and then
went back across the street with his sister who continued to tease him
about his own skid-marked underwear. She yanked his shorts down and
pointed out the poop stains that were in the pair he was wearing. "See,
what did I tell you?!" she shouted. She loved to embarrass her brothers.
Lynn and Tyler stopped by to check things out. Tyler came up to me
and greeted me. He appeared to be wearing something thicker than Pull-
Ups as the undergarment he had on looked like it was going to burst the
seams on his shorts. I heard Lynn explaining to my Mom that she got so
tired of trying to re-train Tyler that she put him back into diapers--
real diapers-- and decided to make him decide when he wanted to be a
"big boy." She mentioned that he was in a double set of cloth diapers.
Heather came by a short time later with her friend Sandy. They
looked the stuff over and bought a few things, including some of my
books and CDs. According to Heather, Sandy was set to start baby-sitting
for Darwin next Monday and she seemed to be excited about the
opportunity. Heather checked my diaper while she was there and made sure
that the other people saw her doing it.
"Nope, no poopies yet!" she shouted purposefully.
As the morning progressed into noon more people started coming
into the yard, some who bought stuff, others who just looked at it. A
lot of people saw me in my diapers and they could tell how highly
embarrassed I felt, especially since I felt that I needed to be changed.
Peoples' reactions varied. Some looked sympathetic, others were amused
and a few acted disgusted. A lot of kids laughed, though a few acted
like they wished they could wear diapers, too.
Later on I saw Darwin and his mother stop by. Darwin was
reluctantly dragging his feet as his mother swatted him on the thigh and
told him to "get used to it!" He was crying over being subjected to
having everyone see him in the diapers he was wearing, and what diapers
they were! He was tightly pinned into the thickest, biggest bundle of
diapers I had ever seen anyone wearing. They were piled onto him several
layers thick. His plastic pants were stretched out to a smooth sheet of
vinyl over his bulging diapers as they were so bulky. I envied Darwin
for "getting" to wear such thick diapers, as embarrassing as it was for
both of us to be wearing them.
Darwin smelled strongly of having had a bowel movement, and he was
complaining to his Mom about needing to be changed, but she told him
he'd have to wear them awhile longer and threatened to spank him if he
said another word about needing a change. He didn't even talk to me
while we sat there and watched his Mom buy some of my Mom's old stuff.
As I watched them leave I looked at the enormous seat in Darwin's diaper
and thought of how underneath all those heavy white layers of cotton was
a big poopy mess that would remain in there for hours to come and most
likely be added to a great deal more during that time. About an hour
later Darwin and his mom returned about with all of Darwin's belongings
to be sold along with mine, much of which had already been bought up by
the neighborhood kids, everything except the underwear. Darwin was still
wearing the same stinky set of diapers. In fact, he smelled even worse,
as if he had just pooped in them some more. I couldn't tell with him
wearing such a thick pack of diapers. I had been in a wet diaper for
quite some time and hoped I could get a change soon. I even tried to
force out a bowel movement just so I could be changed, but I could do no
more than to fart. Darwin sat down next to me, having to keep his legs
widely apart and exposing the crotch of his diapers. He still didn't say
anything to me. We just watched as his Mom and my Mom stood out in the
yard replenishing the CDs and books of mine that had sold with Darwin's
such former collections of same. I tried to think of something to say,
and finally I did.
"So, are we friends again?" I asked him.
"I dunno," he moaned.
"We're both in diapers now," I said.
"I hate my Mom for this," he said. "She brings me out here where
everyone can see me."
Just when I thought that perhaps the ice had been broken between
us, Tom and his clan decided to stop by. There they were, on their
skateboards wearing their caps backwards, dressed in loose pants and
letting the top three inches of their boxer shorts show.
"How cute!" Tom said. "Look at the two little boys sitting around
in diapers! They smell like they need a change!"
"Go away!" I told him.
"What? You mean you don't want me to spend any money here? Boy,
some yard sale you guys think you're running!"
They harassed us more about us wearing diapers but I tried to
ignore them the best I could. Tom then said, "I forgot, babies don't
talk! Let's go before he starts crying and needs his bottle or a DIAPER
CHANGE! Waa! Waa! Waa!"
I nervously watched the three miscreants rummage through the
stuff, deliberately making a mess of the displays. They went over to my
remaining collection of CDs and looked at Darwin's stuff. Of course they
messed everything up in the process. Mom caught what they were doing and
told them to leave.
"Let's go, guys!" said Tom. "This shit they're selling sucks
anyway!" He threw a couple of Darwin's CDs at the ground and broke their
cases. Tom then looked at us and said, "so long, diaper dicks!"
I was glad to see the boys leave, though I knew this wouldn't be
the last time they would cause me trouble. I feared that upon returning
to school next fall they would harass me a lot more than they already
did. I hated them as much as Darwin did.
Darwin and I were talking again, though he was more quiet and
reserved than he used to be. He opened up and told me how he wound up in
diapers. He told me that he was put into diapers the day his mother came
and got me from my house and has worn nothing else since then. He was
only changed once in the morning and forced to wear them for twenty-four
hour periods before getting changed again. I asked him how many diapers
he was wearing, and he said "four, maybe five."
"Mom just puts one on, pins it up, puts another one on, pins it
up, and keeps going until she thinks I've got enough diapers on to make
it through the day without a change."
Darwin and his Mom then left again. I still wasn't sure what to
make of Darwin and how he felt about being forced to wear diapers. I had
a feeling he was more mad at his mother than he was at me, even though I
did take the "blame" for giving his mom the idea of wearing diapers for
punishment in the first place.
Darwin's stuff was left at the sale to either be sold or to be
taken to the thrift store along with everything else that didn't sell.
The afternoon weather turned hot and muggy and it seemed that hardly
anyone was out to see our yard sale. Mom was getting ready to take
everything down, mainly since nearly all of my former belongings had
sold, which was the primary purpose of the yard sale. Much of Darwin's
was sold by then, most of it bought by the other kids in the
neighborhood.
The afternoon was starting to wind down. Few people stopped at the
yard sale, and by then most of the good stuff had sold. Most prominently
displayed, as it seemed, was the large pile of underwear that sat there
waiting for some boy who didn't mind having his underwear already poop
stained for him. Perhaps they didn't want them, not because they were
stained, but because the stains were not theirs.
Soon, after I saw Diane leave the house and walk down the other
side of the street with Andy, I saw Ricky run across the street. He went
straight to my pile of underwear and asked me if he could take them.
"They're free," I said.
"Thank you!" he said as he loaded his arms. Mom offered him a sack
to help him carry them back over to his house. I had a feeling he didn't
just want to wear them for the sake of having something on beneath one's
outer clothes, but to poop in them. Why else would a boy get so excited
about getting a free run on underwear like that, I wondered.
Heather came over again to see how things were going. She
volunteered to help Mom load the stuff into the car to take to the
thrift store. By then my diaper was saturated from wetting in it several
times as I had been drinking a lot of pop and water to keep cool. I also
had a big bowel movement that had been in there for about two hours.
Heather could tell my diaper was very much in need of a change so she
asked Mom if she could change me. "By all means, go ahead, Heather," Mom
said to her as she was loading the last of the unsold stuff into the
car.
Heather took me into the house and removed my diaper which was
weighed down heavily by being full of piss and shit that covered every
available part of the diaper's inside. Heather noted that my legs were
sunburned as she detected the contrast between my exposed skin and where
I had been wearing the diaper all day long. She got me cleaned up and
then wrapped a fresh diaper around me.
Heather stayed to help Mom count up the money and divide it into
three piles for what had sold of Mom's stuff, my stuff and Darwin's
stuff. As what Mom had originally proposed, my money was to go towards
some new toys for little boys that I would have to play with from now
on. Mom decided to use the money from the sale of her own stuff to buy
me some cloth diapers to wear once the disposable diaper supply ran out.
Darwin's money was placed in an envelope and handed to me to deliver to
his house in just my diapers. Since Heather was still there Mom had her
escort me and to make sure I actually went over there. Heather was also
to stay with me since Mom didn't expect to be back from the thrift store
for awhile and she had planned on buying me my new toys, and diapers.
I refused to go down to Darwin's house and walk several blocks and
cross the busy street with nothing but a diaper on, and this time I
wasn't going to let the threat of a spanking make me change my mind.
Unfortunately this led to a butt-blistering swat job that left my rear
end burning for several hours. Since Heather hadn't yet taped up my
diaper-- the mailing tape, that my diaper was still easily removable and
it made me more vulnerable to getting spanked. Mom gave it to me right
there in the front yard, which attracted the attention of Diane, Andy
and Ricky from across the street. They watched as Mom slapped my butt
beyond tolerable pain and then slapped it some more. I stood in the yard
bawling as Heather put my diaper back on. Mom went into the house to
retrieve the mailing tape and when she came out with it she ran it
tightly around my body eight times, each revolution sealing the diaper
on me more securely. Mom had Heather escort me as we walked down to
Darwin's house to give his mother the money from what had sold of
Darwin's stuff. I nervously clutched onto the envelope as Heather
scooted me out to the sidewalk and told me to lead the way to Darwin's
house. It was the longest four blocks I ever walked. The worst part was
crossing the heavily- traveled boulevard that bisected the neighborhood.
We stood at the corner and waited for the light to change as dozens of
motorists whizzed by and gawked. The light then changed and several cars
were stopped at the crosswalk. Heather walk me past the row of cars
whose drivers were waiting and watching. One guy rolled down his window
and shouted, "isn't he a little old to be in diapers?!" Several people
on the other side of the intersection saw us as did a couple of
motorists on the street parallel to us as they were waiting for us to
pass to turn. It felt good to be across the intersection and on our way
to Darwin's house.
When we arrived I shakily knocked on the door. Darwin's mother
answered and took the envelope from me. When she asked me how much there
was Heather disclosed the amount.
"That should buy a few more diapers for Darwin," his mother said.
I looked back into the house and saw Darwin sitting in the chair with
his legs forced apart by the thick laying of diapers that I presumed
were the same ones he was wearing when he was over earlier. He glanced
over to me to acknowledge my presence but he didn't say anything or even
gesture a greeting. Darwin's Mom thanked us for bringing the money and
then she closed the door.
Now I had to face the same humiliating walk back to my house. We
reached the intersection, but rather than cross the busy street we went
to the other side of the street we were on since Heather wanted to buy a
Slurpee at the 7 Eleven store. She took me into the store where about a
half dozen people were gathered at the drink station. One guy, twenty-
something, looked at me and said, "check this out, guys!" to his
entourage. The group of young men then turned around in unison to
observe Heather standing there with me.
"Your brother always go around in diapers like that?" asked one of
the guys.
"He's not my brother," Heather said. "I'm his baby-sitter, and
yes, he does always go around in diapers like this."
"Boy, he's gonna be one screwed up kid when he grows up," the man
said as he and the group walked away from the drink station.
"He's already a screwed up kid," Heather said to herself. She
grabbed a large cup and filled it up with a cherry Slurpee. She even
bought one for me, though she said I didn't deserve it for being bad
earlier and having to be spanked. She knew I was just as hot and as
thirsty as she was. Very humbly I said "thank you" to Heather.
We walked back outside to the street and everyone at the gas pumps
looked at us as we walked across the lot to the corner to make our way
across the busy thoroughfare. Just like last time we crossed, everyone
waiting at the intersection had to take a gander at me. I felt like the
whole world was staring at me at once. I didn't look at anybody and I
just kept going.
Upon our return to my house we saw Diane sitting in our yard and
she seemed to be waiting for us. She asked Heather if she could bring
one of my diapers over.
"I don't know, they're *his* diapers," she said. "Why?"
"Bring one over with you and I'll show you. Bring the tape, too,
lots of it. I'll wait out here."
"It's for your brother, I assume," Heather said.
"Oh yeah, you gotta see this!"
Without any hesitation, Heather went into my house with me and
grabbed a diaper out of the package and brought with her the roll of
tape. Heather was laughing sinisterly as she walked me back across the
street with her and Diane.
We went back over to the house across the street, where Diane
directed us over to the garbage can. Even before we got to it I could
smell the odor of fresh shit. Diane lifted the lid and showed us a pile
of four or five pairs of underwear that looked quite familiar. They were
all freshly peed and pooped in. I figured it out and my suspicions about
Ricky's eagerness to get a hold of my underwear were confirmed. He tried
to use them like a diaper, and now he was about to get the real thing.
"When I came home I saw this," Diane explained. "The smell gave it
away," Diane said, "and he dripped some of his shit on the ground."
Diane pointed out the pile of brown goo that sat there so
incriminatingly. Flies were buzzing around it feverishly. In a literal
sense, Ricky did a good job of covering his ass, but in a figurative
sense, he didn't cover his ass so well.
"Before I went into the house I got an idea and I didn't want
Ricky to know that I was home yet, so that's why I was waiting over in
your yard.
"Where's Ricky?" Heather asked.
"Probably in his room."
"What about Andy?"
"I walked him over to his friend's house."
"So Ricky's alone?"
"Yep! Now, you guys stay here and be quiet. I'll walk around and
peek through his window to see if he's in his room."
Heather and I stood quietly as we waited for Diane to come back to
the front of the house.
"He's in there, and I'm going to sneak up on him and then barge in
and show him what I found." When I say "gotcha!", come in with the
diaper.
Diane then reached into the trash and took with her the bunch of
soiled briefs to show to her brother. She winced at their foul odor and
she could barely stand to look at them. She quietly entered the house
and then, seconds later, she shouted the word that cued Heather to enter
with the diaper. I stood back and watched the rest of the scene unfold.
Diane had Ricky cornered in his room. She showed him the poopy
underwear that she found in the garbage and told him that he would be
wearing a diaper the rest of the day. Ricky was shaken and he looked to
be quite embarrassed. He had put on several pairs of underpants and he
was probably planning on pooping in them, too, if not at least wear them
awhile.
Ricky tried to slip out of his room, but Heather's wide hips
barricaded his bedroom door and she held him down in her big arms.
Heather handed the diaper and the roll of tape to me so that I could
hold it while Heather detained the boy, who was kicking and struggling
to get away. Diane then pulled off the five or six pairs of underwear
that Ricky had on. He left a small spot of poop in the seat of the
bottom pair, probably from not wiping himself up good enough after
pooping in the other pairs.
While Heather held Ricky, Diane spanked him thirty times, and when
she was finished he had several red marks across his behind. Ricky was
crying and apologizing for what he had done. He begged Diane not to tell
his parents, but Diane wanted to make sure they would know about it. No
amount of pleading from Ricky was enough to get him out of what he was
about to get for his behavior. Heather told me to hand the diaper to
Diane so she could put it on her brother. He was helpless now and he was
no longer exhibiting any signs of restraint. Diane pulled the diaper up
high and tightly into his crotch and then she fastened the tapes.
Heather then took the roll of tape from me and handed it to Diane. She
ran that tape around his diaper about a dozen times. Just to make the
punishment worse for Ricky, Diane pulled the six pairs of underwear back
up over the diaper and then made him put the soiled underpants that were
retrieved from the garbage on over those. Ricky's butt was bulging out
so big with a thick diaper on underneath a dozen pairs of underpants
with a huge brown spot on the rear. If this wasn't enough punishment,
Diane then walked Ricky down the street like this just so everyone in
the neighborhood would see him.
Heather then took me back to my house. My mother returned by then
and asked where we were. Heather very joyously told my Mom what Ricky
did with my old underwear and the punishment he was getting for pooping
in them. Mom didn't mind that Heather took one of my diapers over there
to be used on Ricky since Mom wanted the disposable diapers to be used
up. After they were gone I would get put into the cloth diapers that Mom
bought today.
"Boys will be boys," my Mom said. Heather nodded profoundly in
agreement. Mom then showed Heather and me the new diapers and plastic
pants she bought along with a supply of large diaper pins. Each diaper
was very thick, about double the thickness of my disposable diapers. The
plastic pants were translucent white and made of a very thick vinyl
material and had wide, strong elastic bands around the legs and the
waist.
"Maybe Diane will want the rest of Steven's disposable diapers to
use on Ricky since it looks like he'll be wearing them awhile," Heather
suggested. "Then Steven can start wearing the cloth diapers."
Mom agreed that this was a good idea and let Heather take the
remaining supply of my disposables-- the ones that I paid for-- over to
the house across the street. There were only a few of them left anyway
and would most likely be used up soon anyway. Heather also took the
remaining supply of mailing tape with the diapers.
When Heather got back Mom let her have the honors of putting the
cloth diapers on me, which Heather had prior experience with from the
other boy she had baby-sat. I had only been in the disposable diaper for
a couple hours but it was already wet. Heather cut through the tape and
pulled away the relatively unused diaper. She then wiped my balls dry
and applied the powder and lotion. She then unfolded the virgin white
diapers and stacked four of them together. She slid them underneath my
butt and pinned each one of them up very tightly and she used several
pins. The cloth diapers came up even higher than my disposable diapers.
Heather then started to put my plastic pants on, but Mom told her
to tuck my shirt in between the outer two diapers and pin my shirt to
the diapers so I wouldn't be able to take anything off. Heather used the
remaining supply of pins and stuck most of them in the rear where I
couldn't reach them. Mom explained to Heather that tucking my shirt in
and pinning it to my diapers also served the purpose of making my
diapers show in their entirety so my shirt wouldn't drape over it. This
also meant that my shirt would get wet along with my diapers and it
would also need to be changed at the same time as my diapers. For this
Mom bought me some plain white T-shirts. She also planned to buy some T-
shirt transfer paper for the computer printer so she could put some
appropriate messages on my shirts to describe my behavior.
After my shirt was tucked in and fastened to my diapers with
twenty-some safety pins my plastic pants were put on, and like the
diapers, they were very big, though my diapers were so bulky that the
material on the plastic pants was stretched out into a slick sheet of
vinyl much like the way I saw Darwin wearing his.
My diapers felt extremely thick as I tried to walk around in them.
I couldn't stand without keeping my legs bowed since there was so much
material packed into my crotch and walking was just as much of a
challenge. I felt that perhaps crawling-- like a baby-- would be a
better way to get around, and perhaps this was part of the idea. I was
already reduced to being treated like a toddler, and even most toddlers
could at least walk.
Mom was very proud of the way Heather diapered me and promised to
pay her more since diapering me from now on involved a greater amount of
work. I think Heather would have gladly taken what she was earning now
since she seemed to enjoy diapering me and treating me like a toddler.
This seemed to fulfill the missing elements in her life caused by her
being an only child. She liked pretending to be my big sister and for me
to be her little brother. She gave me a couple firm pats on my bottom
and then headed back home next door.
After I was diapered I was presented my new toys. Most of them
were of the Fisher Price variety, and, as much as I didn't want anyone
to know, I missed playing with such toys and I had very fond childhood
memories of them. Perhaps this toddler treatment wouldn't be so bad
after all, I decided.
HEATHER THE BABY-SITTER: PART 8
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I didn't see much of Darwin over the course of the summer. About
the only times I did see him was when Heather and Sandy got together to
do their things and we happened to be with them. About once every week
or so Heather would take me to the lake to meet with her friends. The
other girls, Rhonda and Holly were usually there, too.
The girls all liked treating Darwin and me as little boys. Since
Darwin and I were each so thickly diapered we were never changed and
were made to go through the entire day in wet and often messy diapers.
They made us play with the toys that Heather brought along. Darwin
refused to play with them at first and complained about it, but Sandy
put a stop to that. She found a stick on the ground at the lake and used
it about two dozen times on Darwin's thighs. She called him a brat
whenever he didn't do what she wanted. After Darwin stop crying he
started pushing some of the little cars around in the dirt and acted
like he was playing with them just so Sandy wouldn't nail him again.
Darwin was a lot different now and he didn't mouth off to people so much
anymore. On the other hand he didn't talk to me a whole lot, either, and
acted like he was still holding a grudge against me because he was
having to wear diapers, too. I tried to tell him that things really
weren't so bad, but he didn't seem to agree.
The rest of the summer passed with little change in daily
activities. Every morning I woke up in soaked and sometimes soiled
diapers which carried all of the previous night's wastes. In spite of
getting generously powdered and slathered with lotion I still had to
endure rashes, itching and chafing. After getting tightly bundled and
pinned into a very thick quadrupled pack of diapers I could only enjoy
their cleanliness and dryness for a couple hours at most before the
first of several wettings were poured into the deep, thirsty layers of
my diapers. Throughout the day the seat of my diapers got filled up with
poop which spread all over my extremely padded up behind and flowed up
into my crotch. I had to carry my bodily discharges around in my diapers
for the rest of the day and add to it each time I had to pee or poop. It
would remain there until Mom changed me at night. Of course I stank
badly of piss and shit, as if just being in diapers wasn't embarrassing
enough.
Heather took me into public places in my diapers, usually the 7
Eleven on the corner or to one of the fast food joints in the area,
except for the place she had worked at earlier this summer. We were
usually in and out of most places within a few minutes, which was long
enough for me. The employees and some regular customers got to where
they didn't bat an eye when they saw Heather and me come in since they
expected to see me in diapers, but many of the others stared and gawked.
A lot of people referred to me as Heather's brother when they questioned
her about why I was in diapers. The fact that some people derided
Heather to her face didn't stop her from making me go around in diapers.
She was much more sensitive to remarks about her portly size.
One day Heather decided to take me to the mall. I recoiled at the
thought of walking through all those corridors and being seen by
hundreds of shoppers. I tried to resist, and I was even willing to
endure a spanking, but then I realized that Heather would take me to the
mall anyway whether or not I tried to refuse to go. There was nothing I
could do about having to go to the mall and I dreaded it intensely.
From the moment we got out of the car I was very embarrassed by
getting so many stares from people who probably never saw a nearly
thirteen- year-old boy in diapers. Since malls often draw large numbers
of teenage kids and more of them being girls, having them all see me in
diapers compounded my embarrassment even more. Many of them knew
Heather, and when asked who I was and why I was wearing diapers Heather
was very open to tell them all the details. A lot of the younger girls
and boys alike who frequented the mall recognized me from school. As
luck would have it, Marilyn Swanson, the girl who has had an incurable
crush on me, also chose to visit the mall today.
"Hi, Stevie boy!" she shouted at me as she came down the escalator
with three of her friends, all of whom recognized me.
"See?" Marilyn said to her group. "I told you I saw Steven in
diapers, and he's *still* wearing them!"
"And he always will!" Heather said to Marilyn. "Isn't he cuuute?!"
"I always thought he was cute anyway," Marilyn said in an
exaggerated flirting voice, "but those diapers make him look even
cuter!"
I started running away, but Heather came after me and told me not
to ever run off from her again or she would spank me right in the middle
of the mall. Marilyn giggled as she watched Heather scold me.
"Who are you?" Marilyn asked.
"My name's Heather. I'm Steven's baby-sitter."
"Baby-sitter? How cute! Steven's got a baby-sitter!"
Marilyn started to come up to me, but then she was repelled by the
foul odor if my diapers which had been soiled since around noon.
"You might want to change him," Marilyn said. "He stinks really
bad!"
"He's fine," Heather said. "He's got a lot of diapers on, and I
can handle the smell after being around stinky little boys so much!"
Heather and I then moved on and visited several stores, many of
which were clothing stores that catered to teenage girls. I would have
otherwise been bored in such a store but today I was utterly humiliated.
As we continued to make our way through the mall we drew plenty of
attention. Kids laughed, adults stared silently and a few of them even
censured Heather for making me wear diapers in the first place and then
making me wear them in public with nothing else over them. Heather just
ignored them and told them to mind their own business. One lady even
offered to buy some pants for me, but Heather told the lady I didn't
like wearing pants and I chose to go around this way. The lady just
shrugged and said, "okay, whatever," and walked away, looking back at us
one more time.
We made one more stop at the toy store, at long last, a decent
place to shop! I attracted the attention of several kids my age and
younger, including a boy who looked like he was nine years old and was
also wearing diapers. I could see the bulge in his shorts and his
plastic pants were showing well above the waistband. He didn't say
anything but he couldn't take his eyes off of me, either.
Heather dragged me back into the toddler's department and asked me
which toys I wanted for my birthday. I asked her if I could look in the
other sections with toys for older boys, but Heather insisted that I
pick out toddler toys or get nothing for my birthday, at least from her.
As I looked over the selection of bright and colorful toys I heard
a lot of kids commenting behind me on my diapers and the smell. Two boys
got into an argument over which one of them farted, though it was
probably me that they smelled. I sheepishly pointed out a Lego set with
oversized pieces for little kids.
At long last we were out of the mall! As we made our way back to
my house I saw Ricky and Andy playing outside. Ricky was still wearing
diapers since he was being punished for pooping in his underpants, the
ones that used to be mine until he took them from the yard sale. It
turned out that Andy was also put into diapers. After Heather parked her
car she walked over and found out why Andy was now wearing them. Diane
was outside with her brothers and explained to Heather how Andy got put
into diapers.
"The little shit must have wanted to wear them, too!" Diane
started. "Sort of gives me a new reason to call my brothers 'little
shits', you know!"
"Really!" Heather said. "What did he do?"
"He *says* he had an accident," Diane said cynically, "but I
didn't believe him. He *tried* to act ashamed when I told him he should
wear diapers, but I could see right through his little scheme. He didn't
fuss or anything, but I *did* spank him!"
Heather then dropped me off at my house and went home for the
evening.
It was a Saturday morning in early August when I woke up to the
age of thirteen. Mom had Heather set up a birthday party for me. Heather
had some experience with planning and decorating birthday parties, most
of them for toddler-aged children. I had a feeling my birthday party
would be no different.
While the birthday party was being decorated at my house I was
sent across the street to play with Ricky and Andy. At least they had
some real toys for me to play with while I was there. Their bedroom
smelled of diapers, poop and pee, stronger than the smell in my room.
Their bedroom was smaller than mine, and there were two of them in
diapers stinking up the room. As expected, they were both in just their
disposable diapers and T-shirts. I watched Diane change both of them
while I was there; both of them had heavily pooped their diapers. After
they were changed and put into fresh diapers-- each complete with a half
dozen revolutions of mailing tape to reinforce them-- Heather came over
to let me know the party was set. She invited Diane, Ricky and Andy to
join us. The two boys went across the street to my house in their tape-
enclosed diapers. Diane wouldn't let them wear anything else.
I looked around the living room and noted the streamers and
balloons, which were present at any birthday party. There was a large
banner printed from the computer that read "Happy 3rd Birthday Steven!"
I asked Heather about it and pointed out that she left out the "1". She
said she did this on purpose and added that it would have read "3th"
otherwise. Her point was that I was only three years old now.
I took note of other indications that this party was set in a
theme more appropriate for a three-year-old. Heather planned it out in
much the same way she had planned other birthday parties for some of the
younger kids she had baby-sat in the past. This was the first time she
planned a toddler's birthday party for someone who was really a
teenager.
The birthday cake read "HEY BIG BOY! YOU'RE THREE!" and was
decorated with a teddy bear and a child's hand that was holding up three
fingers. The word "BIG" was crossed out with red-colored icing and
"LITTLE" had been scrawled above it. I saw my presents stacked on the
shelf in the living room. They all had toddler-theme wrapping on them,
including teddy bears, choo-choo trains, clowns and the like. I could
only guess what was inside of the packages.
Heather invited her friends to the party to assist her. Rhonda was
there but Holly didn't make it. Darwin, my only friend that I knew
beyond school, was at the party, but he was there because Sandy was
invited and that she was baby-sitting Darwin that day. There were four
of us boys at the party all donning diapers and T-shirts. Lynn brought
Tyler over later, which made for a total of five of us. Tyler was the
only boy who had anything to wear over his diapers, and after seeing the
rest of us boys sitting around in diapers he decided to take his shorts
off. Lynn didn't bother putting them back on him. She had resigned
herself to the fact that Tyler was destined to become one of us and will
want to wear diapers throughout his boyhood, and probably for the rest
of his life, even as an adult.
"He's never going to toilet train, anyway," Lynn sighed,
"especially after being around *these* kids!"
When the cake was brought out to me it had only three candles on
it. Everyone then sang "Happy Birthday", though Darwin and the boys from
across the street declined to join the chorus. Heather gave me a pinch,
but not to grow on. Rather, it was a pinch for me to remain a three-
year-old. She declined to spank me since I had gotten enough of that
from her already when I was misbehaving.
After the cake was cut up and served with ice cream my presents
were brought to me. As I expected, I received a bunch of toddler toys,
including the one I picked out at the mall when Heather took me there.
Darwin even gave me a toy train that whistled when you pushed it.
"Sandy told me to buy it for you," he explained.
"Thanks, Darwin," I said humbly.
Mom had also supplemented my toy collection with presents more fit
for, well, a three year old. In fact, my Mom looked it up in her diary
and bought for me again the same toys, or at least toys that were
similar to the ones that she had given me when I really did have my
third birthday, excluding the ones that she was unable to get and the
ones that we still had.
There were a couple more packages remaining to be opened. One was
a couple pairs of overalls, which Mom explained would be my school
clothes and that school was the only time I would be wearing them. She
explained that they would fit over my diapers better than pants, and,
for my benefit, my diapers wouldn't show, though everyone would still
know that I was wearing them because of the bulge.
The next package contained several shirts. The shirts were either
solid colored or white. When I took a look at the fronts of them they
each had messages ironed onto them. The messages were created and
printed on the computer printer and then transferred to the shirts.
There were twelve of them in all. I went through them and read each one:
? JUST DIAPER ME
? GO AHEAD-- TOILET TRAIN ME, I DARE YOU!
? F MINUS IN TOILET TRAINING ("F-" scrawled in red, as if marked by a
teacher)
? TOILET TRAINING DROPOUT
? JUST SAY NO TO TOILETS! (toilet with red circle and slash through it)
? KISS MY BUTT ("kiss" crossed out, "diaper" hand-written in above it)
? LOADING ZONE IN REAR
? CAUTION- CONTENTS MAY BE STINKY (yellow- and black-striped border
around it)
? I'M PADDED SO WELL, SO WHY DO I SMELL?
? SHIT HAPPENS- MY DIAPERS PROVE IT!
? JUST CALL ME "THE LITTLE SHIT"
? I'LL TAKE A BATH IN THE BATHROOM, BUT I'LL TAKE A SHIT IN MY DIAPER
Mom told me that in addition to these new shirts she was going to
take my existing shirts and apply the same messages to them, that way I
would always have to tell everyone how much of a little boy I was
everywhere I went. This meant that I would be wearing them to school,
though Mom did note that the last three would probably not be
appropriate for the school's dress code and some of the other messages
were probably pushing it. Mom did point out that my overalls would cover
up the message somewhat, but they would still be readable, at least
enough to arouse curiosity from others who want to find out what they
say.
"You can thank Heather for the messages," Mom said. "She thought
of them and gave them to me, and then I designed them on the computer
after you went to bed."
At that point Mom made me relinquish the shirt I was wearing so
she could get one of the tell-tale messages emblazoned across its front.
She had me put on one of the new shirts and had Heather select it for
me. She decided to have me wear the one that said LOADING ZONE IN REAR.
Everybody watched as Heather went around my body and took out all the
pins that she used to fasten my shirts to my diapers. After I put the
new shirt on Sandy assisted Heather in re-pinning the shirt to my
diapers.
I thought that this was it until Dad suddenly appeared at the
door. I had been originally told that Dad got called into work and would
not be attending the party. Instead, he had been waiting all this time
to bring in my big birthday present-- a crib! Dad and another man I had
never seen carried in the oversized crib that was scaled up to
accommodate an adult or older child. It was set down in the middle of
the floor and off to the side to make clearance for carrying my old bed
out of the house.
The other man turned out to be a guy who made custom-built
furniture and had made the crib. Mom asked him if he's ever had such an
order before.
"You'd be surprised," the man said. "I've made them for older kids
and adults. Hey, it keeps me in business."
After Dad and the other man carried my old bed out to the truck
Lynn turned to my Mom and whispered, "he probably sleeps in one himself.
I thought I could hear a diaper or something underneath his pants."
"Some boys just *never* grow up, do they?" Mom replied.
Later that evening, long after the party was over, I was changed
out of my diapers and my poop-plastered posterior was wiped clean. Mom
then tightly pinned me into my thick quadruple diapers and topped them
off with a double set of plastic pants. Mom then told me to climb into
my crib. I hesitated for a second or two and then climbed onto the
mattress. Mom pulled the covers over me and then handed me yet another
birthday present-- a teddy bear. At this point there was no point in
resisting anything that was dealt to me and I had to accept whatever
treatment my Mom or Heather decided to give me. Mom told me that my room
would soon be redecorated to resemble a nursery, complete with wallpaper
and pictures of Sesame Street characters and the like. Mom then gave me
a goodnight kiss and then she pulled the bars up and turned the light
out.
As I lied there in my crib I thought about how I was starting to
feel more and more distanced from my former childhood, the childhood
that was set back by ten years when I was thirteen. I was starting to
feel more and more like I truly was a little boy. I smelled the scent of
the new varnish of my crib and stared through the silhouette of the
slats against the soft orange light of the late evening sunset that
dimly lit my bedroom. I clutched onto my teddy bear and even thought of
a name for him while I wet into my diapers.
HEATHER THE BABY-SITTER: PART 9
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I spent the rest of the summer wearing nothing but diapers and the
shirts that openly expressed to others my aversion to toilets and being
a normal thirteen-year-old. Heather made me wear them into every place
she took me, and as if wearing diapers didn't call attention to itself
already, the shirts just brought about more stares and comments from
others. We even got kicked out of one store she took me into to buy,
ironically enough, baby powder and wipes.
The only time I ever saw Darwin before school started was when
Heather gathered with her friends at the lake to get in one more summer
fling before school started. This time there were more girls present and
they were all frolicking around in their skimpy swimwear and splashing
around in the water. Darwin and I were the only two boys there and we
also had the distinction of being in diapers, and they were wet, soiled
diapers at that. We both smelled bad and were in need of changing. Some
of the girls offered to change us when they realized we smelled so bad
and could see some of the urine gathering in the crotches of our plastic
pants, but neither Heather nor Sandy had brought along any diapers.
Heather was proud to explain that she put me in such thick diapers so I
wouldn't need to be changed, "and you do get used to the smell after
awhile if you're around them every day," she added.
A few days before school started I got to wear my new clothes for
the first time while Mom took me out to do the things that I couldn't
have gotten done all summer long because I was in only diapers the whole
time. I had on my overalls and they felt strange to wear. Having been
bare-legged in diapers for most of the summer, I wasn't used to having
any clothing covering my legs.
Mom decided to get everything done for me all in one day. She
chose the day I was to register for school to also get my hair cut, to
see the dentist, and to see the eye doctor. The first stop was at
school, where I dreaded appearing before the other students and their
parents in my baggy overalls and the heavy diapers that made them bulge
prominently at the waist.
While standing in line at the school to register for the eighth
grade I got a taste of what was to come the following year. Everyone
else was wearing shorts and loose shirts but I was in my overalls and
the shirt that read LOADING ZONE IN REAR. The front panel of my overalls
did little to cover up the shirt, though most people didn't get the
meaning of the shirt and probably would have if they had seen me wearing
just my diapers. They didn't do anything to obscure the protruding bulge
around my loins that could only indicate that something very thick was
pinned around my skinny body. I nervously peed into my diapers as I
watched dozens of kids around me looking at me and noting the diaper's
obvious presence under my overalls.
"Hey Steven, is that a diaper you're wearing?" commented one kid.
It drew others to look at me and comment on it as well. A couple of
parents scoffed at my Mom for making me wear them, but my Mom wasn't
about to back down in spite of their objections and she defended her
reasons by explaining that I needed the discipline. I couldn't bear to
face the prospect of having to go to school in diapers and being teased
for it. We finished getting me registered and then left for my other
appointments scheduled that day.
Our next stop was to get my hair cut since it had accumulated
nearly three months worth of growth. I also saw the dentist and the eye
doctor that same day since it was the only day Mom could get away from
work, plus she wanted me to stay home and in diapers as much as
possible. Just one week to go and it was back to school. The
anticipation of it made me feel so anxious during the final week of
summer, and come that first Tuesday, following Labor Day, the day had
come at last.
Mom made sure I was well-diapered that first morning so they could
withstand a half day's worth of pee and poop. With the usual quadrupled
pack of diapers pinned on me, I waddled off to the bus stop in my
overalls and a shirt that was guaranteed to cause me immense
embarrassment. I expected to see Darwin at the bus stop, but he was not
there. I didn't have any contact with him anymore so I had no idea why
he was not present.
I was very nervous as I got on the bus. Right away some kids
noticed my huge, bulging butt as I sat down in the bus seat. There was
no mistaking the fact that I was wearing diapers. I got laughed at and
ridiculed for the entire ride to school, and once I got there, things
would only get worse.
Just as I had anxiously anticipated, I got more of the same once I
was off the bus and in the school building. Everyone noticed me going
through the hall in my overalls and asking me why there was a bulge
around my waist. I tried to ignore them but they wouldn't leave me
alone. They saw my shirt that read TOILET TRAINING DROPOUT. Word had
gotten around quickly about me, and everyone who knew me poked fun at me
and made me the laughing stock of the school!
My fourth class was P.E., which would ultimately be the hardest
class for me to take. Today's class was just an orientation and we
didn't have to dress down, luckily. We were issued our gym shorts and
shirts and our lockers were assigned. I looked down the row of lockers
where I envisioned myself having to undress in front of others and
letting them see me in my diapers. The mere thought of it mortified me.
Following P.E. was lunch, and that didn't go any better. I tried
to find the most isolated corner of the cafeteria, but there was no safe
place for me to go. The kids would not leave me alone as I painfully
endured the remarks that I got from students. I had two classes to go
and in each one I faced the same ridicule and mocking from my
classmates. My last class of the day was my English class, and my
teacher wasn't very sympathetic towards me wearing diapers. He felt that
wearing them was a distraction to the rest of the class. He looked at
the shirt I was wearing and said, "you're pathetic!"
At this time I couldn't take it anymore. I left the class in
tears. The teacher told me I couldn't leave the class, but I didn't
care. I ran to the bathroom and sat in there and cried it off. When I
returned to the class a few minutes later the teacher warned me that if
ever got up again without his permission to leave then he would escort
me to the vice principal's office.
I was so glad to hear the last bell ring. By the end of the day
everyone in the entire school knew that I was wearing diapers. I
resented having seventh graders making fun of me, an eighth grader. My
diapers were soaking wet ever since I first peed in them during my math
class way back in second period.
After I got home from school I went straight over to Heather's
house as I had been told to do. Heather had me take my overalls off
first thing. I handed them over to her and watched her fold them up. She
knelt down to examine my wet and soiled diapers, and while she had a key
to my house to take me over for a diaper change, she just left me
unchanged and told me to sit down and do my homework. I was too upset
from today's tormenting at school to be able to concentrate on my school
work. I was doodling on my school paper and twirling my pencil until
Heather threatened to spank me if I didn't get my school work done.
Meanwhile she just planted her plump rump in the chair and watched TV
and chatted on the phone with Sandy.
After Mom got off of work she came by Heather's house and picked
me up. Mom took my overalls and carried them in her hand while I walked
home clad in just a shirt and diapers that were in need of changing.
Since I didn't finish my homework at Heather's house I had to finish it
at home while Mom prepared dinner. The rule was that I had to finish my
homework before getting a diaper change. After spending my whole day in
wet, stinky diapers this was a good enough of an incentive to complete
my daily studies.
While I managed to get my homework done before dinner, Dad had
just gotten home and wanted to eat right away, so I was forced to wait
until after dinner to get my diapers changed. Mom took me out of my
dripping wet diapers and poop and replaced them with a clean, dry
quadruple layering of cloth and pinned it on.
Shortly after Mom changed me I was in need of releasing a large
bowel movement into my diapers. I sat back in the chair and lifted my
legs as the large load of poop spilled into the seat of my diapers. Mom
knew I had just dumped in my diapers but she shook her head to tell me
that she wasn't going to change me. The stinky mess would remain inside
the deep layers of white cotton my very amply padded my rear end and it
would remain there for the rest of the night, forcing me to go to bed in
poopy diapers.
The next day at school seemed even worse. Darwin was not at the
bus stop again, which led me to wonder if he was even living around here
anymore. His father was up for a promotion at his job, as I understood,
and perhaps they had moved. My biggest concern right now was, of course,
the other kids laughing at me.
By then the word had spread around the school that I was wearing
diapers and silly T-shirts that made it even more obvious that I wore
them. Today it was JUST DIAPER ME. When I got to P.E. I was faced with
having to take my clothes off in front of everyone. While I stood there
at my locker and waited for everyone to leave I thought about my
situation. The coach was yelling at us "slowpokes" to get our butts out
to the field. The locker room was soon empty and I had a chance to
change. Still, I couldn't take my overalls off and go around the playing
field outside with my diapers pushing outward on my gym shorts. The P.E.
coach gave me one more warning: get changed or get an F! I refused and I
ended up taking the F and got escorted out to the field by the coach. He
made sure everyone saw that I was not choosing to participate in today's
activity. A round of laughter ensued and I heard the word "diapers"
several times. The coach made me stand next to him and follow him around
while he blew his whistle and barked out at the boys in his class. My
diapers were wet and I could feel a bowel movement about to emerge. I
tried to hold it off as long as I could but it was impossible to cross
my legs and squeeze my butt cheeks together with so many thick diapers
on. The coach seemed to acknowledge that I had taken a dump in my
diapers. He looked me in the eye and gave me a disgusted look. Then he
said, "you're not the first boy I've had in my class who's worn diapers,
so I'd suggest you get with the program real soon!"
Some of the kids detected the smell in my diapers and started
calling me Poop Butt and all sorts of unflattering names. After class I
was given further punishment and assigned to hand out towels to everyone
as they all walked naked to the showers. They all laughed at me as they
walked by, not only for my wearing diapers, but for being too much of a
baby to dress down for the class.
By the time the class was over with I was distraught and in tears.
I was so tempted to walk off the school grounds and get away from this
hell. I didn't care. I stuck it out through lunch and my remaining
classes. I was actually glad to see Heather when I got home from school.
At least she was used to seeing me in diapers and I was used to her
teasing me about it.
The third day of school had arrived. Things had gotten to where I
couldn't sleep at night because all I could think about was the constant
teasing and tormenting that I would get at school. I couldn't do any of
my school work or much of anything else except to think things over in
my mind again and again. With Darwin apparently not attending my school
I didn't have any other friends to talk to during the day.
I kept thinking about whether or not to skip school today. Mom had
already changed me and served my breakfast so it was too late to play
sick. She hurriedly scooted me out the door to catch the bus since I was
deliberately making myself late, hoping to "miss" the bus. At the last
minute I realized how much more trouble I would get in if I were caught
skipping school today, so I boarded the bus and again faced more of the
terrible treatment from the other students.
As fourth period approached I was burdened by the level of fear
that I was feeling about going into my P.E. class. By the time the class
period arrived I was so overwhelmed by fear that I threw up. I tried
using my being sick as an excuse to miss class again, but the coach
wouldn't let me get off so easily. He ordered me to get changed into my
gym clothes and get out on the playing field. As quickly as I could I
pulled my overalls down and stood there in thick diapers, arousing much
laughter from the other kids. I tried to minimize the time during which
my diapers were exposed and slipped my shorts on. They did nothing to
conceal my diapers as they bulged through my shorts. The span of the
crotch in my diapers was wider than what my shorts could conceal, and
the diapers also showed above the waistband of my shorts. As tightly as
my gym shorts fit over the diapers they still had a tendency to slide
down easily, which I found out while doing jumping jacks during the
warm-up exercises.
Today's activity was playing touch and pass football, which I knew
absolutely nothing about. It was assumed in this class that all boys
knew something about football and other sports, but I was ill prepared
for athletics and this P.E. class. I ended up walking around the field
with my thumb up my ass the whole time-- figuratively of course as doing
this literally would have been impossible given the massive diapering
that I had on. My lack of ability to play just made me look even more
silly and it enraged the coach even more. He called me over to him and
asked me why I wasn't doing anything.
"I don't know how to play football," I told him.
"Ain't never met a kid who didn't know how to play football," the
coach said. "I seen a few in diapers, but for not playing football,
*you* are the first."
"So, can you tell me what to do?" I asked humbly.
"Another day maybe," he grunted impatiently. "Gimme fifty!"
"Fifty what?" I asked him.
"Fifty push-ups! On the ground! Now! Make it seventy-five!"
I couldn't believe the coach was putting me through this because I
was not familiar with playing football. I got down on the ground and
started doing push-ups. When I was done my arms felt like jelly. I was
about to collapse. By this time class was almost over. The coach had us
run from one side of the field to the other, going around the goal posts
before running back to the locker room. While I was huffing and puffing
my way to the last post some kids came up behind me and wrestled me to
the ground. They pulled off my shorts and then ran off with them,
leaving me in just my diapers! I had no choice but to run after them. I
forgot about how I must have looked with my padded butt bouncing up and
down as I dashed across the field going after the kid who had my shorts.
The girl's class was running up behind me, many of them laughing at me
for being in diapers.
By the time I got to the locker room I had just about caught up
with the kid, but as he passed by the girls' locker room he threw it
over the wall and into the doorway that led into it. Now what could I
do? I stood at the entrance to the girls' locker room feeling helpless.
I started to go in there, since I figured my shorts were just inside the
doorway. As some girls approached the locker room they told me I was in
the wrong place. I just stood there in diapers and watched the girls run
into the locker room and stare at me a they went by. I asked some of
them to get my shorts for me but they ignored me.
Finally the girls' P.E. coach came running up. She asked me what I
was doing standing outside the locker room without my shorts. I cried as
I explained what had happened. I told her to look for a pair of black,
standard-issue gym shorts. She told me to get cleaned up and dressed and
meet her back out in front of the girls' locker room.
I walked into the boy's locker room and went past everyone as they
were stripping down for the shower. They all stared at me. All I wanted
to do was get dressed and get out of there. I didn't bother with
showering and I couldn't have gotten my diapers off very easily anyway.
I quickly emerged from the locker room and went out to meet the girls'
P.E. coach, hoping she would have my shorts.
"Nobody could find them," she said as she shook her head. "Sorry."
My endurance was breaking and towards the end of the day my
emotions were so worn down that I started crying uncontrollably in the
middle of my last class. The teacher yelled at me for disrupting the
class and told me to go see the principal. He didn't have much tolerance
for my heightened emotional sensitivity. He didn't even issue a hall
pass. I left the classroom as told, but then I sat in the bathroom for
the rest of the period. When the bell rang I fled straight for the bus.
I spent the rest of the afternoon in a wet and poopy diaper that was
begging to be changed. I had lots of homework to do since I was unable
to get any of my assignments done in class, but my mind was in no state
to allow me to do any of it.
By Friday on the first week of school I couldn't take it anymore.
I tried to play sick for Mom, but she didn't buy it and told me I had to
go to school and deal with wearing diapers there.
"But Mom! They all make fun of me!" I complained.
"And whose fault is that, Steven?! Get out of bed or I'll send you
to school without even changing your diapers!"
I didn't think Mom was serious about her threat, but after I lied
there for ten more minutes Mom came back into my room and said, "it
looks like you'll have to go to school in wet diapers! Besides, you'll
miss the bus if I take time to change you! Now get dressed and get
going!"
Mom hurried me along as she got out my clothes. She even had me
wear the same shirt as I wore yesterday. I walked to the bus stop, not
wanting to get on it. Today was the day I would skip school, I decided.
Whether I was at school or out playing hooky, I was sure to face some
unpleasant consequences. I knew what I was doing would get me in
trouble, but after yesterday's episode in P.E. class I couldn't take any
more harassment from the other kids.
After I deliberately missed the bus I decided to walk down to the
creek and hang out there underneath a bridge where nobody would know I
was there. I must have sat there for a couple hours or so, tossing rocks
into the water and thinking about what I could do at this point. I
didn't think I deserved what I was getting just because I wanted to wear
diapers, and it was too late now to stop wearing them since everybody
knew I wore them and Mom and Dad weren't likely to rescind my
punishment. Another hour slowly passed as I continued to sit on the
ground and wet my diapers some more. Later I added a big, messy bowel
movement and continued to sit there in my shit.
I felt trapped underneath that bridge, yet safe and secure from
police officers and anyone else who would suspect that a kid walking
around through town during school hours was playing hooky. Apparently,
my spot under the bridge was a choice location for kids to hide. I
figured it was around lunch time when I saw two older boys of high
school age coming down the dirt road. I judged that they were probably
sophomores. They stepped down to the bank of the creek and saw me
sitting there all alone.
"Hey, who are you?" one of the kids asked me.
"I'm, uh, I'm Steven. Who are you?"
"I ain't tellin' you! What are you doing here?"
"Uh, staying away from school," I answered. The boy lit up a
cigarette.
"Really? Well, find someplace else to play hooky! This is our
spot, kid!"
"Yeah, get out of here!" the second boy said. He was no better as
far as his appearance or his attitude were concerned.
"Say, are you wearing diapers?" the first boy asked.
"Something sure reeks around here!" responded the second boy.
"We don't want no junior high diaper twerps hangin' out with us!
Now get the hell out of here before we throw you in the water and
*really* make your diapers wet!"
The kids intimidated me to the point that I had no choice but to
leave. I walked back up to the roadway where I feared I would get
caught. I started heading down the dirt road, but I couldn't get away
quickly enough. A police officer spotted me from the road and turned his
car down the road where he caught me.
"Under the bridge!" the cop said. "How original! I know all the
places you kids like to hang out!"
The policeman put me in his car and took me back to my school. He
took a whiff of the air and winced in disgust but he didn't comment on
it. He escorted me into the building and led me to the principal's
office. The policeman told the secretary where he caught me and gave her
some other details before he left. I was then detained in the office to
see Mr. Carlson, the vice principal.
I was shaking so badly that I was about to pass out as Mr. Carlson
confronted me. He said he checked my attendance record and that my
absence had not been excused. After chewing me out for my offense Mr.
Carlson threw me into a small room and told me to wait there. There was
one chair and a small table, not a damn thing to do but to sit and
think. The odor of my unchanged diapers filled the air.
About an hour later Mr. Carlson released me from the room and
turned me over to my Mom, who apparently had been called in to the
school from her work and was told about me skipping school. Mr. Carlson
then talked to both of us and informed me about getting suspended from
school for a week for being truant. As I expected, Mom was very furious
about the whole ordeal. She yelled at me all the way home. I started
crying, but it didn't stop Mom from unleashing her anger and thrusting
it upon me.
"Now I have to miss work because of this!" Mom shouted.
"If you didn't send me to school in diapers, I wouldn't have
wanted to skip school!" I defended.
"If you didn't get caught wearing diapers in the first place I
wouldn't be making you wear them! Now shut up! You are in big trouble,
and in bigger trouble when your Dad gets home!"
Mom took me home and dragged me into my bedroom, where she
stripped off my overalls and threw me into my crib. She made me lie
there in wet, stinky diapers until Dad came home, at which time I was
assured of getting a hard spanking. It was several long, slow hours
before I heard him come home, and during that time I could do nothing
but to fear the scolding and spanking that I would get from Dad.
Meanwhile I peed more and more into the diapers and also added a fresh
squirt of poop to the load that I had been toting around since this
morning. My diapers were getting itchy and uncomfortable and I didn't
know how much more my diapers could hold. They were completely wet from
front to back.
The moment had come when I was about to get spanked harder than I
could ever imagine. Mom and Dad both came into the room. Dad yelled at
me for skipping school and basically gave me the same scathing speech
that Mom gave me on the way home, only that Dad's version was louder and
included swear words. Mom took my overloaded diapers off and left my
bare behind open to receive a severe belt lashing from Dad. He made me
lie on my stomach in my crib while Mom held my wrists behind my back.
Dad let me have it about fifty times. He delivered each strike swiftly
and he made sure they hurt. I was screaming in terror, but nothing I
could do could stop that leather strap from hitting me.
After Dad finished spanking me he left the room and slammed the
door. Mom then finished cleaning me up. She wiped my sensitive behind
and applied some lotion, though it did nothing to reduce the swelling,
agonizing pain I was feeling on my backside. Mom then bundled me into a
set of six diapers and pinned them up very tightly. My plastic pants
could hardly fit over the incredible mass, but Mom was determined to
make sure I was extremely padded up since I wasn't going to be changed
for a long time. She then told me to get up and join her and dad at the
dinner table. Only dead silence filled the air as there was no
conversation among us. I wasn't that hungry and I didn't eat a whole
lot. Dessert was out of the question as I was promptly sent to bed
afterwards. I couldn't even get myself into a good sleeping position
with such a thick bunch of diapers on. My legs were so widely spread
apart as I rolled around in my crib.
HEATHER THE BABY-SITTER: PART 10
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I was so glad that it was finally Saturday. I didn't have to get
up and rush to the bus today, which was just as well, not to mention
that I was suspended from school for a week. I didn't ever want to go
back to that place again anyway. As I lied in my crib that morning and
thought about what would happen to me at this point I clutched onto my
teddy bear and, without realizing what I was doing, I stuck my thumb in
my mouth and sucked on it out of nervousness. Mom came in and caught me
displaying my infantilistic gesture. She told me she got called in for
work, but she would only be putting in a short day.
"Heather will be over in a little while to watch you," Mom told me
before she left. For the first time that I had total privacy, but there
was only a little time for me to enjoy it. I ate my cereal for breakfast
and watched some cartoons on TV. Later on I lied down on the floor and
massaged the front of my diaper and stimulated my erection deeply buried
in the multi-layered blanket of cotton. I was all wet from peeing in the
diapers several times since last night and the rear was heavily loaded
with poop that I made in it earlier this morning. I rolled around in my
sixfold set of diapers and continued to play with myself until I
ejaculated.
Suddenly I started to feel tired again. I was so sleep deprived
from worrying each night about going to school the next day. I then lied
down in my crib and rested. As expected, Heather came over later that
morning. When she came in to check on me I was awakened, though I
pretended to stay sound asleep since I didn't want to deal with her
right now. She gave me a soft brush on the rear. I heard her whisper to
herself, "Good God, how many diapers is he wearing?"
After I got rested up I decided to get out of bed (or is it get
out of crib?) Heather was sitting out in the front room talking on the
phone to one of her friends. When she finished her conversation twenty
minutes later she checked my diapers and decided that they were in need
of a changing. She cleaned up the messy poo that was smeared all over my
backside and then, just as Mom had done several hours ago last night,
she wrapped six more diapers around me and locked them on me with
several pins. She worked two more pairs of tight-fitting plastic pants
over the heavy, bulging mass of densely packed, white cotton. I expected
to stay in those diapers without a change for quite awhile.
Later on she took me down to the park with her where she wanted to
walk around and enjoy the mild, somewhat cool day that signaled a
harbinger of the coming autumn season. She made me walk around with her
in my diapers which I had crapped in a couple times already. Every step
I took made the wet, gooey mess slide around against my skin. Other
people in the park were staring, kids were pointing at me and asking
their parents why I was wearing diapers. It was like being in one's
underwear in public since that's essentially what I was wearing, and
wearing diapers just made me stand out even more prominently.
Later in the evening Mom and Dad decided to go out to dinner and
see a movie, so Heather's baby-sitting service was called upon once
again. She came back over and subjected me to more of her baby-like
treatment of me, and this time she took things a step further. Heather
made up a dinner of macaroni and cheese and baked beans for me. She sat
me down at the table and decided she was going to have some fun with me
and spoon feed me like I was a baby. I didn't fight it, I just let her
do it, shoveling every bite I ate into my mouth. Food was dripping onto
my shirt and the surface of my diapers.
"You need a bib and a high chair," Heather sighed, "and your milk
should be in a bottle, but we don't have any of them, so this'll have to
do, I guess."
My face was a mess and I tried to wipe it away, but Heather told
me to leave it alone and she would wipe it off when we were done. When
she was finished she cleaned me up and made me sit there while I watched
her eat her own dinner. When she was done eating she led me into my room
to change me out of my stinking diapers. She wiped the excess poo off of
my bottom and then I was heavily diapered again into several layers of
cotton and sent to bed. Mom and Dad were still on their night out and I
didn't know when they would be home.
"Don't worry about your Mom and Dad," Heather said. "You just go
nightie-night and they'll be here when you wake up tomorrow morning. Do
you need a good night kiss? I can do that for you."
She then knelt down and gave me a kiss on the cheek! In a way I
enjoyed it, but it didn't seem appropriate since she was my baby-sitter.
She patted me on my extremely padded bottom and then turned out the
light.
"Good night," she said as she left my bedroom. I quietly lied
there and slowly brought myself to ejaculation as I played with myself
and fed the urges of my erection. I was actually thinking about Heather
and fantasizing about the way she liked to diaper me. I couldn't believe
I was thinking this, and it was something I could never tell Heather.
The next day seemed to drag by slowly. Mom and Dad had gotten home
late the previous night and they were both sleeping in. It was about
10:00 that Sunday morning before they were both awake and dressed. I was
as dressed as I would ever get while I was in diapers and a shirt. Mom
started cooking some breakfast for us. While I waited to eat I sat at
the front room window and watched the boys across the street running
through their house. One of them was sitting on the back of their couch
by the window where I could see his butt covered in thick, white
padding. Over the summer I had seen them outside of the house in their
diapers several times, but this time it appeared that they were now
wearing some much thicker cloth diapers like the ones I was wearing.
When Andy came out to retrieve the newspaper I could clearly see that he
was wearing plastic pants and at least a tripled set of diapers
underneath. It looked like both boys were going to be wearing diapers
for awhile. I didn't know why, but I figured their mother did this to
keep them at home and out of trouble.
After we all ate the big breakfast Mom handed me an envelope.
"This came in the mail yesterday," Mom said as she gave it to me.
I looked at the front of it and recognized that it was Darwin's
handwriting. His name was written in the return address but the address
itself was from a town halfway across the state. Apparently he had moved
and never got a chance to tell me. I opened the envelope to read his
letter.
Dear Steven,
I suppose you're wondering where I've been. I got sent to a private
boy's school called the Hayes Institute. You probably heard of it. It's
a special school for kids who wear diapers and my mom and dad made me go
here instead. It's okay here. I share a room with a kid named Alex. He's
pretty cool and he really likes to wear diapers. Maybe he'll send you a
letter sometime. Things are okay here, but they're kind of strict and
you're always being watched by somebody. They get you up in the morning
and have you walk down to the changing station where they clean you up
and diaper you again and then you get dressed and go to your class. It's
just one class like in grade school. We get changed again before lunch,
which is after P.E., and after school and then once more before we go to
bed, which is at 9:00, which is too early. They make you spend the rest
of the day in study hall, too, so you don't get to do a lot of fun
things, though Alex has a lot of stories he brought from home about
wearing diapers so I get to read those all the time when I'm in study
hall. He says he got them from the Internet. You have to eat dinner at a
certain time and everything else is on a schedule. They treat us like
we're all a bunch of babies just because we wear diapers. Some things
are okay. Everybody is my friend here. There are twelve of us in the
eighth grade class and there are like twenty 7th graders and I think 10
9th graders. There's another building for kids in high school, too, but
I've never met any of them. We go around in our diapers a lot, even
during P.E. class. I'll come home in a few weeks to visit. My address is
at the bottom so write me back. I hope you can come to the school
sometime. It must be awful having to go to school there in diapers.
Well, I gotta go. Later!
Your friend,
Darwin
I sat there and thought about the letter for awhile and then I
wrote a reply back to Darwin. I told Darwin about the rough week I had
in school, the constant teasing, the humiliation I suffered in P.E., my
failing grades so far and how I skipped school and got suspended for it.
I told him how Heather was still baby-sitting me after school.
During the following week while I was suspended from school Mom
left me at home alone and made sure I had a fresh set of diapers on each
morning that would last for the entire day. She didn't like leaving me
at home alone but Mom had no choice. Just to make sure I didn't try to
take my diapers off she pinned my diapers to my shirt. At about 3:00
each afternoon Heather came in and watched over me for a couple hours
until Mom got home from her work. All she did was plant her big butt in
the chair and watch TV, just like she did at her house. She never
changed my diapers, either. She knew that my diapers were wet and
usually poopy by that time of day but I was always so heavily diapered
she didn't think that a diaper change was necessary and she knew that my
diapers were itchy and uncomfortable on me after several hours.
I was back in school a week later, but things did not get any
better. Kids were still harassing me and I was considered a distraction
by my teachers. I had no friends, my grades were low, and, I just hated
school. I couldn't stand the daily torture of having my classmates
harrassing me any longer, so I skipped classes again and was caught--
for the second and third times. As I result of my evasion from the
hellish environment in which going to school had become, I was expelled
and out of the eighth grade for the rest of the year.
Mom and dad got me into some counseling afterwards in hopes of
getting me to stop wanting to wear diapers and become a "normal" child
again. I originally visited twice a week with Dr. Austin, who was a
therapist. I talked to him about my diaper fetish and the trouble it had
gotten me into.
At first I felt that the purpose of these counseling sessions was
to rid my of my diaper fetish. Dr. Austin told me that it was possible
to eliminate my fetish, but he cautioned that this required very
intensive and ongoing therapy and cited how easily I could get swayed
back into my "old ways" given the level of involvement I had in diapers,
encompassing a very significant portion of my life. He asked me a series
of questions to help me evaluate the extent to which my desire for
diapers had reached. I realized that there was no shaking this thing, no
matter what. Instead, Dr. Austin wanted to help me manage my feelings
and accept them.
Over the course of several sessions he helped me to understand the
nature of my fetish for diapers and gave me the assurance that there
were a lot of people who were like me. He worked with me in sorting out
the painful experiences I endured at school and the losses I felt
without Darwin's presence and support in the daily hostile environment
of the school . Ultimately, he brought me to accept the fact that I
would always be a diaper fetishist, though this came about slowly. I
continued to see Dr. Austin once a week for quite awhile afterwards.
I was a grade behind in my education as a result of all of this. I
would have to re-take the eighth grade upon my return to school next
fall. The good news was that I would never be going back to public
school again and instead would be going to the Hayes Institute, where
Darwin had been attending school. He would be a grade ahead of me by
then and I wouldn't have any classes with him, but at least I could look
forward to making some new friends.
As I went to bed that night I thought about whether any of this
would have ever happened had I not taken that baby-sitting job. Perhaps
I should have tried mowing lawns instead.