Name: Jake
Ages: 11
Current Age: 11
I just came out of the hospital with a broken leg and a sprained wrist.
I took crutches and go up off the wheelchair. My younger brother, whose
name is Mac, opened the minivan door for me. I sat down on my booster
seat. On the way to the pharmacy my mom told me that Mac will have to
take care of me for two weeks. I sighed. I waited in the car while my
brother and my mom got the supplies-- baby diapers! I yelled, “why not
goodnights or something like that?” Mom said that I couldn’t pull them
up over my cast. “Whose gonna put them on?” I asked.
“I already said that your brother will,” my Mom said. Argh.
Earlier that day my brother took all my clothes off and fastened a
diaper on me, leaving me naked. I slowly managed to get to the
computer. That afternoon and my brothers came in to look at me. They
laughed. Mac came up and randomly stuck his hand down my diaper. I
grabbed his hand and smacked him on the butt. He started to cry. My
other two brothers stuck their tongues out.
Half an hour later I had the urge to pee. My brother purposely took my
crutches away. I started dragging myself to the bathroom. One of my
brothers quickly ran in the bathroom before I could get to it. I had no
choice but to let it flow out. All my brothers awwed when they saw me
with just a wet diaper on laying in the middle of the hallway. Everyone
wanted to try changing me. But I tricked them into going into another
room. I tried my best to get in my room and lock it from my brothers.
Everyone was screaming, fine, stay in a wet diapy. I managed to take
the diaper off.
It was almost bedtime and I couldn’t hold my pee. I called out to my
brothers to see if anyone was in the hall way. No one answered. It was
my time to make it. I opened the door and Mac jumped on me and tickled
me. I peed again. This time I had no diaper on so me and Mac were
soaked with pee. Mom came up and saw this and told us to take a shower.
“Mom, I can’t wash myself, though.”
“Mac will clean you,” she said.
“Okay,” I said. I leaned on Mac until we got in the bathroom. He took
the sponge and started rubbing it all over me. Even on my penis. He
thought he was so much older then me. After a week I get used to a
diaper. I actually liked it-- being “pampered” all the time. I was the
baby of the house now. Everyone thought I was so cute in diapers. All
my younger brothers change me and act like they are older.
Two days until I get the cast off the doctor called and said that I
should come for a check up just to make sure it was a good time to take
off the cast; that means no more being pampered. The doctor asked me if
it still hurt and I said yes truthfully. He said I would have to wear
it for two more weeks.
The next day I noticed that I couldn’t hold my bladder really well. I
couldn’t even hold it. My brothers kept changing me. I woke up in the
morning wet every time. I got changed and went downstairs and ate
cereal.
“We have to go to the mart today,” my mom said. The ride got a bit
bumpy on the way so my mom made me switch into a car seat so I wouldn’t
jump around so much. My brother strapped me in because I had no
intention to. Right when we got to the mart I wet the diaper and my
pants. I lay down on the floor and got changed. Since I was still in my
cast I had to sit in the shopping cart. I also got strapped in.
Everyone looked at me. I was so embarrassed. All my brothers seemed
older, it felt like it, they acted like it. Me, the oldest brother, but
still in diapers. My mom still didn’t know that I couldn’t control my
pee and it was the day that I got my cast off. I came out of the
hospital able to move my leg. I had no more diapers on. On the way home
I started leaking out pee until it burst out. Everyone wondered why I
was peeing. What a good time to pee, I thought. I quickly told my
mother what happened and she headed straight to the pharmacy.
It has been two weeks, and I am almost trained, and I am typing this
now. I currently have a potty seat, pull-ups, and Pampers. But they are
almost all gone.