From 1976 to 1979, during the summer, my parents would go on a trip to 
Europe for about a month. My aunt, who was only 12 yrs older than me, 
took care of me and my little brother. The first summer, 1976, I was 8 
years old and my brother was 3. Jimmy had just been potty trained and 
was dry at night. Me however, I was a 2 to 3 times a week bedwetter, 
but my parents didn't put me in diapers.

The day after my aunt came to stay with us. I was out playing with my 
friends and started to get that feeling of having to poop. I of course 
ignored the feeling and kept playing. I was on my way home and really 
felt the urge to go, and ran home. I got to the bathroom, but my aunt 
was in there and had the door locked. She told me to wait a few minutes 
and she would be out. It must have been 10 minutes and I heard the 
toilet flush. But all of a sudden I could not hold it any more and 
everything let loose in my pants. The pee ran down to the floor soaked 
through my undies and shorts. The poop was still coming out when my 
aunt finally came out. I rushed past her but before I could close the 
door she stopped me and asked me if I peed on the floor. I started to 
cry, and the smell hit her. 'Did you poop yourself too?' I cried more. 
'Wait right here Michael.' 'But I still have to go more.' 'Do the rest 
in your pants. a little more in there wont hurt.' She left me and I 
just squatted and pooped the rest out. She came back with my brother 
and a towel and cleaned up my pee. She took the same towel and laid it 
on the floor and told me to kick off my shoes and stand on the towel. 
She then took off my shirt, and started to open my shorts. Poop had 
smeared to parts of them. She slowly pulled down my undies and told me 
to step out of them. As I did I lost my balance and stepped right into 
the dirty undies. My aunt just laughed and started to run the bath for 
me. I still had poop on my butt and between my legs. She wiped the poop 
off me and put me in the tub. After she bathed me, she took me to my 
parents too and told me to lie down on the bed and wait for her to come 
back. When she came back she had two of my brothers Pampers, some baby 
powder, and some diaper lotion. I tried to get away, but she caught me 
and somehow quickly lotioned, powdered, and had the two diapers on me 
in a minute. She also put a pair of rubber pants on me.

She told me I was to wear diapers since I was a baby and could not hold 
it. I cried, but for some reason the diapers felt nice. They were soft 
and comfortable. She did not let me dress. All I was to wear was my 
diaper.

A few hours later, after dinner, I told her I was wet. But she told me 
not to tell her because babies don't tell, and that she would check my 
diapers when she wanted. She did not want to at that time so I had to 
stay in a wet diaper. My brother told her he had to pee and she took 
both him and me to the toilet and Jimmy took off his pants and stood at 
the toilet and peed into it. My aunt told him to show the baby (me) how 
to use the toilet. She even told him since he was a big boy, he didn't 
have to cover his bottom like his big baby brother, and let him go with 
out his pants and undies. She just let him runaround with just his tee 
shirt on. She finally checked my diaper by sticking a finger in the 
pant leg of the diaper. She took me to my brothers old changing table, 
and took the wet diaper off me, and let my brother help lotion me. I 
liked how she was treating me, and she knew I liked it because I had 
gotten a little stiffy.

Before bed she gave me a big chocolate shake and told me not to worry 
if I wet. I asked for another shake and she smiled and gave me another 
one. She then told me it was okay if I poop in the diapers too. When I 
got to my bedroom she had my bare bottomed brother in her arms and told 
me he would be sleeping in my bed and that I would sleep in his crib. I 
climbed into the crib and she raised and locked the sides. 'No climbing 
out.' she tucked me in and put a pacifier in my mouth. For some reason 
I fell asleep quickly.

I woke up it was still dark and I was soaked, and my stomach was 
gurgling. I fell back asleep, and when I woke up again it was light out 
and my aunt came in woke Jimmy up to use the toilet. She did not let me 
out of the crib. While they were gone, I noticed I had pooped and still 
had to poop. I figured why not finish it off. I put my knees to my 
chest and let the rest loose in my pants. I really started to like 
pooping my pants. When she came back with my brother, she finally let 
the crib side down. 'Good morning, baby Mikey. Did you sleep well?' I 
nodded. 'Did baby Mikey go poopees in his nice dide?' I shook my head 
no. 'Well let me just check.' She poked her finger in side my diaper 
and brushed it along my peepee. 'You little fibber.' she laughed as she 
tickled me.

She changed me and put another 2 diapers on me. Again I was only to 
wear the diapers. By the end of that month I was to be her diaper boy. 
Whenever she changed me I would get hard, and she would play with it. 
If we went any where I would just have a pair of overalls with no 
shirt, and sneakers with no socks.

For the next 3 years for one month I was a diaper boy for my aunt. The 
only time I was out of diapers during that and the next 3 summers was 
in the tub, or out side with my little brother when my aunt let us run 
naked through the sprinklers.

My aunt got a job out of state and would not be sitting for us after I 
was 11. I missed those times and would remember them fondly.

When I was 19 I was traveling around the country and stopped to see my 
aunt. It did not take long to bring up the diaper boy subject. She had 
loads of pictures, I never realized she took. Me in my diapers. Me 
getting changed. Me and my brother with the sprinklers. She also told 
me her Chocolate shakes had laxatives and diuretics in them to make me 
pee and poop more.

She had this look in her eyes and told me to follow her. We got to her 
guest room and in the closet was a box of brand new cloth diapers, for 
adults. She gave me a look and I was undressed in a flash and she had 
me diapered in minutes and the two weeks I stayed there that's all I 
wore. Drinking her great chocolate shakes again. I was her diaper boy 
again, and she was thrilled to change me and bathe me again