Ages: 7, 8, 9, 10 Current Age: 10 My Week with my Aunt Lissy Billy: Age 7 (me) Cousin Greg: Age 6 Aunt Lissy: 36 ----------------------------------------------------------------------- The following story is true. It contains diapers, adult situations, and sexual content. If this kind of content displeases you, look elsewhere. With that said, let me say, it is a great story, and only has a minimum amount of sexual content. Enjoy! ----------------------------------------------------------------------- My mom went out of town earlier today, my aunt Lissy was coming to take me to her house to babysit me. She gave me strict instructions. Now let me just say now, that I was excited. My Cousin Greg was 6, and was diapered 24/7. He was a complete baby. He just didn't want to be potty trained. He still insists on bottles, and pacifiers. After several months of trying to potty train him, my aunt gave up. It was cheaper to just buy him diapers and bottles and stuff, than new clothes because of his many accidents. I am also so jealous of him because he gets to be a baby, and I don't. I have stayed over there before, but I never ended up wearing diapers. This time, I would have accidents and be put in diapers. It was about 10:30 when she arrived. She told me to get the things I needed. I had a suitcase packed with my pajamas, clothes, underwear, the usual stuff. She helped me load it into the car, and we left for her house. She only lived a few blocks away, so it took maybe 5 minutes to get there. She told me we would be picking my cousin Greg up from daycare about 3:00 (it was summertime, no school), so don't wander away. I said that was fine. I set my plan in motion: She helped me unload the car. We brought my bag to the living room. I went to watch TV while my aunt got lunch ready. I was watching cartoons, when I felt sleepy. I pulled the blankets over me and went to sleep. At 11:00 I was awoken by my aunt nudging me. "Wha... Huh?" I said sleepily. "Honey, you had an accident while you were sleeping." "I did?" I looked down, and sure enough, I and the couch were soaked. This was not part of the plan, but hey, whatever works. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," I cried. "Hey, don't cry, it's okay, accidents happen. Look at your cousin." Point well taken. "Just go get some clean clothes on. I'll clean this up." "OK," I said. I couldn't believe how well this was going. I got my bag and went to the bathroom, to change. When I came out 10 minutes later I threw my wet clothes into the laundry basket like my aunt told me and sat down for lunch. "Do you have accidents often?" my aunt asked me. "Well, yeah I guess. More often lately," I said, very embarrassed. "Well, I think it would be best if you wore protection from now on, just in case, if anything else." "What, you mean diapers?" I asked, surprised. That came quicker than expected. "Yes, I think it would be necessary, at least while you stay here. I don't want you to pee wherever you fall asleep," she said. "Okay, I guess," I said. "Good, after lunch, I'll help you get one on." This was going great. After lunch she led me to the changing table in Greg's room. She picked me up and laid me on it. She started by pulling my socks off, saying I wouldn't need them. Then my pants and underwear were pulled off. I was too young for an erection, but I would've had one had I been a little older. She then pulled my shirt off. She went to Greg's diaper cabinet and pulled out a very thick diaper, pull ups, plastic pants, a bottle of baby powder, and some diaper cream. "Okay, this is going to be a bit cold," she said, as she squirted the cream onto my little balls and penis and rubbed it around, going up my dick, around my balls, even in my butt crack and around my legs. It felt so good. "It is cold," I said, shivering. She poured some powder on me. Everywhere she applied cream, and then she lifted my legs and slid a diaper under me. I felt the thickness under my butt. She pulled on the front and back, making sure they were tight against my legs. Then she taped up the sides. She then put the pullup inside the plastic pants and slid them over my feet, up my legs, over my diaper, making sure they covered my diaper completely. "There, all done. I'll go get some pants, you can wear; your jeans won't fit you anymore," she said, walking out. I slid off the changing table and tried to walk, but I fell. I stood back up, and found that I had to waddle to get anywhere, because of the thickness of the diapers. Aunty came back in. "Oh, you look cute," she said, snapping a picture. "I'm sorry, but all that's clean is Greg�s play shorts," she said, helping me get them on. I looked at them: They were really short, and hardly had a crotch, so my diapers stuck out the bottom. They had a picture of Thomas the Train. It was extremely obvious I was wearing diapers. My plan was complete, I was now a baby. I watched more cartoons until 3:00 when we had to pick up Greg. I noticed I had wet while watching TV. I didn't even know until I stood up. My aunt saw my confusion. "Did you wet?" She asked. "I think so," I said, poking at it. She stuck her hands down the front of my diapers and felt around my crotch. "You�re wet all right, but you'll be okay until we get back.� She grabbed her keys and we left. "Hey, wait, I don't have any shoes," I said. "Don't worry about it, were coming right back," Aunty said. We arrived at the daycare in a few minutes. I had to pee again, I guess I drank too much soda during lunch. Greg was standing out front. When we drove up I opened the door for him. "Hey, Greg," I said, slightly embarrassed, about my diapers, but I knew he wouldn't care much. "Hi sweetie, how was your day?" aunty asked. "Hey Billy... It was fine, mommy," he said. "Billy, why are you wearing a diaper?" he asked. "He had an accident earlier, so he's going to be wearing them, too," Aunty said for me. "OK," he said. "It'll be fun to have someone else who's in diapeys, too." Greg said with a smile. I really had to pee now. I just let it go, feeling the wetness and the expansion of my diaper. I watched it grow and grow. It felt so good. Greg watched me and felt my crotch. It was warm, he said. I heard a hissing sound and I looked over to see his diaper swelling big, too. This was going to be a fun week. When we got back to his house we wanted to go jump on the trampoline. We started to go but... "Hey guys, not so fast, I gotta change ya'll first," My aunt said, leading us to the changing room. I had never been naked in front of another boy before and I was scared. Greg was changed first. I watched every minute. I noticed his penis was a little bigger than mine, even though I was older. Aunty put a weird onesie on him. It was very tight. "What's that for?" I asked. "It's so the diapers won't slip while we bounce," Greg answered. I was next to be changed. Greg watched every minute, too. "Can I put the cream on, mommy?" he asked. "Maybe later, sweetie," she said. "Billy isn't ready for that yet," she answered him. I was finished up and put into the same kind of onesie. I noticed how much my diaper bulged out; it was obvious what we were wearing. Nonetheless, we went outside and bounced anyway. While outside I had to poop. I started to get off. "Where you going?" Greg asked. "Inside, I gotta poop," I said. "Just go in your diaper, that's what it's for; it's fun!" With that said, he jumped over to me, bent over, and started pushing. I looked down and saw that his toes were crinkled. I looked back at his butt. I heard a fart, then his diaper started getting saggier and saggier. I could smell poop. I knew what he had done. He then peed in his diaper, making it sag down to his knees. "Now it's your turn," he said. I pushed a little, but unlike him, I had diarrhea, so it just flew out really fast without effort. I felt it spread all over my ass, up to my balls. I started to pee. I must've peed and pooped for a good 2 minutes. My diaper was full and I was worried it might leak, but it didn't. These diapers held it all. We jumped and flipped around for 30 minutes, then we decided to go in to get changed. We waddled up to the house and went inside to find my aunt. "Oh, looks like we have some messy boys," she said. "Oh, my, go to the bathroom, you two need a bath!" So to the bathroom we went. My aunt stripped us naked and wiped us as good as she could, then stuck us in the bath. We had a good time splashing each other. Aunt Lissy cleaned us, scrubbing off the layers of poop in between our legs and balls. After our bath she walked us, naked, to get us ready for bed. We went up to Greg�s room and she put clean diapers on us, but they were what she called the "nighttime" diapers. They were even thicker than the ones we were wearing before! Instead of the pullups, she put us in what she called, "All in Ones", which were basically, from what I could see, diapers, pullups and plastic pants put together. They had Barney prints on them. She then slipped over that some clear plastic pants; you could see right through them. She went to Greg�s closet, and pulled out two pairs of footed pajamas and helped us put them on. The top and bottom of these were connected, and they had booties, which our feet went into. I noticed they had a bottom up crotch and butt, and zipped up the back. We then ate dinner. My aunt had a salad for herself and two bottles of warm milk for me and Greg. At first I didn't want it, but watching Greg suck on it made me want to, so I did. We sucked on our bottles, watching cartoons. We soon fell asleep. When I awoke I was in a crib, and I had too poop and pee, BAD!! I looked over and saw Greg lying next to me. I noticed he had a pacifier in his mouth. I then noticed I did, too. I looked the clock, it was 8:30. I was tired. I lay back down, sucking on my paci, and let my diaper get filled with my poo and pee, then fell asleep, in dreams of diapers. At 7:00 it the morning, I had awoken to my aunt putting clean diapers on us. "Good morning, my babies," she said. "Did you sleep good?" she asked us. "Yes,� we said together. She took us downstairs for breakfast. She helped Greg into his highchair, and then me into mine. She slid me next to Greg. We were fed some kind of formula, out of a glass bottle. It tasted good. I knew it was baby food, but hey, I liked it, and I was a baby, so what the hell. At noon, she told us to get ready, to go to the grocery store. Greg got on his flipflops, so I got on mine too. I couldn't find my shoes anyway. I was scared to go in public, in my diapers. "It's no big deal, hon, no one cares. Any time I take Greg into town like this, people think he's 3, and since you�re a little smaller than him, it shouldn't be a problem," she reassured me. It was funny, even though I was actually a year older than Greg, I looked much younger than him, even without the diapers. With the diapers, I looked like a 2 year old. In the store nobody paid any attention to us. Aunty pushed us in the stroller/buggy they have in those stores. A few people commented how cute of babies we were. "AHH, they�re so cute; how old are they?" a woman asked my aunt. "Greg's 3, and little Billy here is 2," she said. She talked a little baby talk to us, and then left. "See, told ya," My aunt said. She allowed us each to pick out a toy from the toy aisle. I picked out a GI Joe, and Greg picked out some other king of action figure. I don't remember the name, though...After that Aunty pushed us over to the baby aisle. She said I needed my own jammies. She let me pick out my own: I picked out a footed sleeper with Sesame Street characters on the front, and a onesie, light baby blue, with Barney prints. I liked Barney, because I was a baby. Aunty picked up some more diapers, pullups, powder, and cream. Then she let me pick out my own bottle and pacifier. I picked out ones that had a big nipple. We then checked out and left. On the way home we went to Chuck E Cheese�s where we ate, and played for a bit. While playing in the tunnels Greg started tickling me. I was extremely ticklish. "Ahhahahaha!" I laughed. "Stop, stop, please! hahahwAHAHHAHA!!" I laughed even more. I then realized that I had an accident, a bad one. My diapers had leaked and my butt and crotch were covered in pee and poop. "oops, I'm sorry, let's go get my mommy to change you," Greg said. "No biggie" I said. I told aunty Lissy. "Oh my, let's go get you changed then," she said. She took Greg and me to the women�s bathroom. There were 2 changing tables. A woman was busy changing her baby when she set me up there to get changed. "How's it going?" she asked the woman. "Oh, pretty good," she said. I was naked in front of her, in no time, she hardly even noticed. I guess she thought I was a baby. She finished up her duty and left. "Well, while were in here, I might as well, change you, too," she said to Greg, picking him up onto the changing table, and stripping him naked. Now we were both naked. She had us in clean diapers in no time, but my clothes were ruined, so she pulled out a onesie from her bag and put that on me. "How come I can't wear one, too?" Greg asked. "Because Billy, doesn't have any extra clothes, honey." I now really looked like a baby. We played for about another hour, then we headed home. When we got back it was 4:00. Aunt Lissy changed us and got us in our pajamas. I got to wear my new ones for the first time. They were so cute and comfortable, I loved them. We played around, taking turns tickling each other. I made Greg pee and poop big time. Then he got me back, by tickling my feet, and making me make a huge mess. We just laughed about it. At 8:30, we were changed, and put to bed, with a bottle. I fell asleep again in dreams of diapers. I woke up the next morning, my diaper completely full, and it hurt too, god, it burned-- what the hell? I started crying loudly, then I started bawling. My aunt came in. "What wrong baby?" "It hurts. IT HURTS!!" I said. "What hurts?" "My crotch is on fire, and it hurts!!" I cried. "Oh, diaper rash, that does hurt bad," Greg said, trying to relax me. My aunt stripped me naked, right there in the crib. "Oh my, you've got a rash bad, baby!" I looked at it. It did look bad. My penis and balls were completely raw, and my butt was too. Aunty got some special cream out of the cabinet and rubbed it on me. It started to feel a little better, but it still hurt. I had to hold my legs apart. She carried to the bathroom and bathed in some kind of an oatmeal bath. It felt so good on my raw skin. When she took me out it didn't hurt near as much, but it hurt to walk. She carried to the couch in the living room and rediapered me, doubling the cream and powder. It hurt to wear any shorts, so she just let me lay there in just my diapers. She told me to relax for a while. "Sorry, about your rash, Billy," Greg said. "I've had that before, and I hope to never get it again. I've never seen one as bad as yours though. It must really hurt." "It does," I said, with tears in my eyes. Aunty gave me a sleeping pill, and I took a little nap. I woke up with aunty changing me. "Hey, there, baby. Your rash looks much better now," she said. I looked at it, and it looked a lot less red. It didn't hurt anymore. She rediapered me, keeping the cream heavy. I looked at the clock; it was 8:00. "I'm still sleepy," I said groggily. "I know, if you want, I can put you to bed, now," she said. "Okay," was all I said, before I fell asleep again I awoke at 10:00 to find Greg next to me. I was thirsty, so I looked around for a bottle. There was one bedside, so I drank some of that. Then, with a loaded diaper, I went back to sleep. We awoke at about 8:00. We were changed then we ate breakfast. Aunty fed us some eggs and bacon, then some more of that formula stuff. Greg and I went outside to play. We played Hide and Go Seek, a game that was particularly fun at aunt Lissy's house. She lived in a heavily wooded area, lots of trees and such. I hid first. It took Greg 10 minutes, to find me. I had a great spot, I hid up in the hollow of a big oak tree. It was my turn to find Greg. "1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10," I counted, all the way up to 30, then went looking for him.....still looking. Where the hell is he? I said to myself. I then heard a noise, a slight shuffle, Then I realized where he was: I snuck to his hiding place, a large tree stump about 5 feet tall, climbed to the top.... "BOO!" I yelled. "AHHH!" He yelled. I laughed at him. "Found ya," I said. "BOYS!!" "COME ON IN NOW!" Aunty yelled out the back door. We went in. "I gotta run next door, to talk to Karin about work, ya'll wanna come?" she asked. "Sure," we said. What we didn't realize is that she had children, two little girls, both 12 years old. We walked over next door and I met Karin for the first time ever. She knew Greg wore diapers, but she didn't know I did. "Hey there, cutie." "Hi," I said back. "Why don't ya'll go in there and watch TV with my girls. We went into the living room and met the girl. "Hey, Greg." "Hi, Claire," he said back. "Who's this baby?" another girl asked. "Oh, he's Billy, my cousin", Greg said. "Who's that?" I asked. "That's Megan," Greg said back. "Do ya'll need a change?, because I smell something," Claire said. "Yes, I do, and he probably does, too," Greg said, pointing to me. Claire went into the Kitchen where Lissy and Karin were talking, I heard her say she would take care of it. She came back out with our diaper bag. "All right, you two, lay down," Claire said. "SHE'S going to change us?" I asked. "Yes, and she makes it fun," Greg said with a smile. Claire and Megan took our shoes and socks and socks off and gave both our feet a good tickle, making us laugh and pee instantly. They then pulled our shorts off, exposing our very messy diapers. Megan pulled off my plastic pants and very soaked pullups, as Claire did Greg's. They untapped our diapers, pulling them away, exposing us both naked. "Look at their little peepees!" Megan said, with a giggle. "I know, aren't they cute!" Claire said back, giggling too. They cleaned us up with wipes. Then something strange happened. Megan started playing with my, as she had called it, peepee. She stroked it up and down, really fast. It felt good, I had never felt anything like that. I looked over and saw Claire doing the same to Greg. It felt amazing. They cleaned off our peepees, and butts, then went forward in rediapering us. It was finished with a new pair of pullups, and plastic pants. Megan slid my shorts up. Shortly after, Claire slid Greg's up. Then they started tickling us. "ahahahahah!HAHAHAHWAAAAHAHAHAH!!!" I laughed. I saw Greg, getting tickled too. They didn't let up. They just kept tickling. I kicked my feet up in the air, in desperation, trying to break free. She just grabbed my feet, and started tickling them too. I suddenly felt wet. "Do you need to pee?" She asked. "Yeah," I said. She stuck her hand down my diapers and grabbed my penis. "Then pee, now," she said, giving me a little squeeze of encouragement. I did, I peed all over her hand, not like I could hold it anyway, and got her hand all wet. "Good baby," she said, giving me a kiss. My aunt called us to leave. "Come see us again, sometime?" Megan asked, more of a statement, than a question. "Sure," I said. She gave me a little pat on my diapered butt as we left. I looked at the clock on the way out. It said 12:00. When we got back, Spongebob was on, so we watched that for a while. Aunty gave us a bottle, since we didn't want to get up, and that was our lunch. At 2:00 we got in the car to go run some errands, but little did I know we wouldn't make it. We were heading through a green light, when all of a sudden I heard tires squealing and a horn honking. I looked over, and saw a truck heading right for us, fast. I wet myself, in fear. He hit us.....BBBOOOOMMM!!!CCCHHHSHHHHHHHH!!!. was the last thing I heard, then all went blank... I awoke in a strange bed, hooked up to tubes, and all kinds of wires sticking me. I was scared. Where was I? I heard a BEEP BEEP BEEP, consistently. A nurse walked in, accompanied by my aunt. "Oh god, I'm so glad you�re okay," My aunt said. She hugged me. "Where am I? what happened?" I asked. "We were hit by a drunk driver, hon," she said. "Where's Greg?" I asked, worried. "He's all right, he's in the pediatrics ICU, right now; they're still trying to fix his leg. Don't worry about your diapers, the nurses know, they can change you when I can't. I'm afraid your going to have to get used to them." aunty said. "What do you mean?" I asked. The nurse walked over to me. "You have sustained massive damage to your bladder and bowels during the crash, they are unable to repair it. Only time will tell, and your legs are broken, so you can't go anywhere for a while," the nurse said. I looked down and saw my legs were in casts with screws sticking out. They suddenly hurt. "They really hurt!" I cried. "I know, baby, I can see if the doctor will give you something for pain," the nurse said with a sympathetic smile. "We're so glad you�re awake; you've been out for 3 days." , Aunty said. I noticed, I was uncovered, my diapers, were in plain view of everyone. I looked over, and saw many other kids, some in diapers, some were not. I even saw a kid who looked to be 12 or 13 wearing diapers. He wasn't moving, sleeping, I guess. "Do you need a change?" the nurse asked me. It was then I realized I did. I could feel the wetness and the poop inside it. "Yes," I said. "No problem, then,", the nurse said. "I'm going to go check in on Greg, you just try and rest,", my aunt said. The nurse walked over and untaped my diaper. I thought I had wearing my usual attire, but this one diaper seemed sufficient. She slid it out away from me, careful, not to hit my legs, which were elevated about 6 inches off the bed. She wiped me up, with a Wet Ones cloth, then slid another diaper under me. "I'm going to put some medicated cream on you to help this rash you got," she said, applying a generous amount of cream on me. She rubbed it around, then carefully rubbed into my crack. She then sprinkled powder all over my diaper area. Then came the diaper. Professionally, she slid it under me, then taped it up, checking the back and front. "All done," she said. Aunty came back about 10 minutes later with Greg, in his bed, in tow. The nurse that brought him in and rolled him in beside me. I was glad to see him. "Hey, Greg. Are you hurt?" I asked him. Kinda stupid of a question though, he was, obviously, because, he was in a bed. "I hurt my back, they say. I don't feel pain," he said. "What? Pain feel?" I said, confused. "It's the Demerol, hon, he'll be okay in a bit.", his nurse said. "I've been trying to reach your mama, but she is still out of reach. Must've went to New York, after all," my aunt said. Greg and me talked for a while, maybe an hour, trying to figure out what the hell just happened. I told him I remembered seeing the truck, then hearing banging and glass shattering. He said he doesn't remember anything. That worried me. Brain damage? The doctor had an MRI, done on him to look at his brain, and back. It turned out he was all right. He had slipped a disc in his back, but the doctors fixed that. His lack of memory was explained as amnesia, and he would remember later on. We both took a nap around 1:30. I don't remember anything after that... I awoke at 3:37 to my legs being on fire!!! They hurt, EXTREMELY BADLY!!! I cried out in pain, frantically pressing the "CALL" button. "NURSE!! NURSE!! NNNUUUURSSSSE! OOOOOWWWWWWW!!!!" I screamed. She ran in there. "What, what is it? What's wrong?" she said, worried. "MY LEGS HURT, SO BAD!" I yelled. "Okay, the doctor told me to give you something, so..." She said. She pulled out a needle and stuck it in the tube going into my arm. My cries of pain faded away...as I did too. The next day I was released. My aunt reached my mom and she said, she'd come home early to take care of me. My aunt also told her of my diaper wearing. She said it was okay, as she was considering it anyway, after my accidents in school. She agreed to change me from now on, unless of course, I was staying at Aunt Lissy's again. I was rolled out in a wheelchair to our car (My aunt rented one.) where doctors helped load me in. Both my legs were broken, so they had to be careful. Hopefully they would heal in 6 weeks. When we got back to the house my mom was there. "Oh god, I heard about the crash, are you okay?" she said. "Yeah, I guess, but my legs hurt," I said. She carefully hugged me. I said my goodbyes to my cousin as my aunt gave instructions to my mom. "The doctor said to give these to him, one in the morning, one in the evening. They�re for pain," Aunt Lissy said, handing a bottle of pills to my mom. We said out goodbyes, then I was carefully loaded in. When we got home my mom changed me, into the very thick diapers she got from the hospital. She agreed to buy some, as they were more effective than the ones my aunt had, I didn't even have to wear plastic pants over them. This kind of disappointed me, so my mom let me wear some over my diapers anyway. I was my momma's baby again, and I was happy. It's 6 weeks later, I'm out of my casts, but I still have to take it easy, as to avoid a re-break. My mom now babies me. I sleep in a crib, suck on me paci, drink bottles, and now since my injuries, wear diapers 24/7, I have no choice. It's much different, having a paralyzed bladder and bowel. I no longer feel when I have to go, It just comes out. My mommy started feeding some formula that makes me poop yellow. She says it's supposed to be less painful, and have less smell. She's right. Maybe I'll write an update someday, but for now, I've told the story, of the best few months of my life, and they'll only get better. I hoped you liked my story. It is a true story.