Grandma's New Baby

As I watched my two year old cousin get her diaper changed, I thought 
wow how does that feel. She was just lying there on the table, and my 
grandma was talking baby talk as she did it. The noises that she made 
were incredible. I watched as she wiped her down with a baby wipe, and 
then proceeded to sprinkle powder all over her diapered area. She then 
lifted her up by her legs, and placed the diaper under her powdered 
bum. As she taped it up, I went in for a closer look. I was five at the 
time, and knew no different. My grandma then lifter her off the 
changing table and put her in the smaller of the two cribs in the room 
(my grandma babysat for all my little cousins).

When she turned around to leave the room, she saw me. She just stared 
at me and smiled as I asked, "Grandma, what does a diaper feel like?" 
She looked at me for a second, and then picked me up into the air. What 
was most unexpected is that she put me on the changing table. She took 
back out the baby powder and wipes, and began to clean me with the 
wipe. She then proceeded to sprinkle a large amount of baby powder all 
over my but and crotch. It smelt so clean and babyish, and I let out a 
very babyish giggle to go with it. She then pulled out a Pampers size 
six diaper with Elmo on the front and back, and unfolded it. She then 
lifted my legs into the air, and slid the diaper under me. She taped up 
the sided and lifted me off of the table, and carried me to the second 
crib. I protested and stated to cry as she laid me in the crib.

"I'm not a baby; I don't want to lie in a crib."

�YOU�RE NOT A BABY? Didn't you just ask what a diaper felt like and let 
me diaper you in a BABY diaper?"

I began to cry heavier and that�s when she reached into a drawer and 
pulled out a blue pacifier and stuck into my mouth. I began to suck it 
and felt even more relaxed. My grandma then pulled up the side of the 
crib, and left the nursery.

When my grandma came back, she had two baby bottles with her. She gave 
the smaller of the two to my cousin, and the bigger one to me. She 
pulled out my pacifier, and stuck the nipple into my mouth, and held it 
there while I drank from it. I thought it was milk at first, but then 
found it to be formula. I wondered why she held mine, and not my two 
year-old cousins. Tears started to fill my eyes, but I drank it anyway 
and quickly fell asleep. I was a twelve-year-old baby.

I was suddenly awoken by a car honking its horn driving by the house. I 
hadn't opened my eyes yet, and thought this was all just a bad dream. I 
opened my eyes and looked around and realized I was still in the 
nursery as the crib bars towered over my head. I started to cry like a 
baby, and my grandma came running into the room. Hush, hush, what's 
wrong baby? She began to pat my back, and embarrassingly enough, I 
burped. My grandma then pulled the back part of my diaper out, and saw 
the poop resting between the diaper and my skin. I then began to feel 
the mush and wetness in the front of my diaper, and began to cry even 
more like a baby. She then put me on the changing table and got me into 
a nice clean diaper, and put me back in my crib. Grandma did the same 
for my cousin.

A couple hours later, I was woken up by my grandma, and for some reason 
began to cry from the disruption. She lowered the crib rail, and took 
me out. She carried me to the kitchen, where I found a huge highchair 
waiting for me. I was then buckled in, and a tray was slid place. She 
tied a bib around my neck, and began to feed me four jars of baby food. 
I was a mess when we were done. She then took me out of the highchair 
and grabbed a bottle as we went to sit in the rocking chair. She set 
the bottle on the table next to her and out me in her arms and began to 
rock me. I started to get drowsy, and I felt as the nipple was pushed 
into my mouth. I began to suck. I woke up later that day with a messy 
and wet diaper, bur didn't cry this time. I just lay in my crib and 
thought about the day. I was a twelve-year-old boy reduced to the state 
of a one-year-old baby. The diapers felt good though.

I stayed like that for the rest of the summer, I was at my grandparents 
house, and have worn diapers ever since.

The End