Old Habits Die Hard

 

Part 41

 

As I lay there crying, sucking on a baby bottle, watching the birds and the squirrels in the trees above me and waiting for Juanita to finish taking the diaper pins out of my dirty wet diaper. I thought back to all the times I sat in class in my dirty underwear, petrified that someone would notice and say something, or all the times I played in the playground at recess or went to the cafeteria with my underwear plastered to my butt, wondering if someone would say. "John, you stink!" or something like that. I never thought my classmates would one day see me in a diaper or watch me have my diaper changed and see me completely naked having my dirty butt cleaned. And Mrs. Grady, my teacher, she always seemed sympathetic to my problem of messing my pants and always handled it so discreetly as if she didn’t want to embarrass me in front of the class. I don’t understand why her attitude has changed so much and now she seems to be happy that I’m wearing diapers.

 

Well, here I am now, living this nightmare. Two of my female classmates, a couple of the prettier ones, kneel down beside Naomi to watch Juanita change me. Linda was a beautiful blonde who sat next to me in class with long blonde hair that hung straight down her back. Cathy was a cute brunette who sat a couple desks behind me and sent me notes in class about wanting to be my girlfriend. Now they're kneeling next to me smiling as Juanita unpins my dirty wet diaper.

 

"Gosh, John. I never thought I'd see you wearing a diaper. That's got to be so embarrassing," Cathy said, the one who wanted to be my girlfriend in school.

 

"I'll bet John’s the one who smelt like poop in class all those times," Linda responded, looking at Cathy and Naomi.

 

Juanita now had all the diaper pins out of my diaper but left the wet front of the diaper laying up over me as she rifled through the diaper bag for some more damp rags and stuff.

 

I squeezed my thighs together tightly against the soaking wet thick diaper, knowing that in a moment Juanita was going to pull my diaper back, exposing my little genitals and dirty butt to everyone who was watching.

 

As I squeezed my thighs together against the wet unpinned diaper, I could feel the pee running down my hips to the side and down my butt and as I squeezed it, my unpinned diaper raised up off of my belly a little. Cathy bent down a little and looked as if she were trying to peek up under there and see my pee-pee. Some of the other kids giggled as they say Cathy doing this.

 

There's something about a boy having his diaper changed. Girls just can’t wait to see what his penis looks like, I learned that firsthand.

 

Then Mrs. Grady my teacher said.

 

"You know, John. Mrs. Campbell (the principal) got so tired of seeing you in the nurse’s office with your filthy underwear that she came very close to having the nurse put a diaper on you and sending you back to class in a diaper."

 

"So. it WASSS John who smelt like poop in class all those times. Wasn’t it, Ms. Grady?" Linda asked.

 

"Yes. It was John all right!" Ms. Grady answered.

 

"John, wouldn’t that have been awful if you had to wear a diaper to class. Everyone would have laughed!" Linda said.

 

"Well, if John doesn’t learn to stop messing his pants by the time his mother gets back, or at least by the time summer is over, he might be wearing diapers to school in the fourth grade this fall.”

 

"The other kids aren’t going to believe it when we tell them we saw John wearing a diaper, and having his diaper changed too," Cathy said, giggling.

 

"Okay, John, let’s get this stinky old diaper off of you and get you into a nice clean diaper," Juanita said as she took the corners of the unpinned diaper and began pulling it back. But I was squeezing my thighs together against the thick wet cloth, trying to prevent or at least delay the humiliation of having everyone see me naked and see my filthy bottom.

 

“Now John, you're going to have to spread your legs so I can change your diaper, and you better do it now if you don’t want a good hard spanking!" Juanita ordered, leaning toward me with an angry face. So I spread my legs as Juanita told me to do and she slowly pulled the wet, front, portion of the diaper back exposing my wet little genitals and the bumpy red diaper rash covering the fatty pubic area surrounding my pee-pee and scrotum.

 

"Johnnnnn. look at your pee-pee. It's so little, like a baby’s!" the beautiful blonde Linda shouted as she pointed and laughed. I think all my classmates laughed and giggled as they saw me naked, but I couldn’t look at them to see. I just stared straight up at the birds and squirrels in the trees above me, crying, sucking on my baby bottle, trying to pretend I was somewhere else, as I lay there naked on my dirty wet diaper with my legs spread apart and everyone laughing.

 

"John. you DOOOO have a little pee-pee like a baby. Gosh, it must be awful to have all the girls looking at your little pee-pee!" Cathy added laughing uncontrollably.

 

Trying to defend me, or at least make me feel better Naomi said, "Well, John’s pee-pee might be really little, but I think he has a cute one. And besides, he's my boyfriend. See, here’s the ring he gave me," Naomi said as she held her hand up showing the other kids her shiny plastic ring.

 

"Your boyfriend? But you're so pretty. Why would you want a boyfriend who messes his pants and has to wear diapers like a big baby?" Linda said laughingly.

 

"Because he's sweet and he's so handsome and I liked him since we were little kids," Naomi responded, looking me in the face and placing her other hand on the side of my face.

 

Juanita laughed and said. "You liked John since you were little kids? Boy, that's been a long time, hasn’t it, Naomi?"

 

Ms. Grady laughed too, at the remark, saying, "Naomi. I think you are one of the sweetest girls I’ve ever met."

 

Juanita finished dapping the moisture from my genital area and told me to raise my feet. Having been through this routine numerous times, I raised my legs and crossed my ankles the way Juanita liked. She then put one of her hands on my lower heel and pushed my knees toward me, making my butt come up high off of the dirty diaper. Then she took the wet front portion of the diaper and starting at my balls, wiped straight down my butt crack with it, trying to get most of the mess in one hard motion down my dirty butt.

 

"OOOOWWWWWW Mrs. Roberts! It hurts really badddd!" I fussed loudly, jerking away from her wiping motion quickly and removing the bottle from my mouth.

 

"Well John. I suppose it does; you're getting a really bad diaper rash. But I've got to clean you up before I can put a clean diaper on you," Juanita replied, as she continued to try to clean my butt.

 

"What a shame, John. You are a sweet, handsome, and smart boy— but messing your pants, wearing diapers, and laying there and having your dirty bottom cleaned like a baby at your age— you really should be ashamed of yourself. And I'm sure your mother is ashamed of you, too!" My third grade teacher said as she watched Juanita wipe my dirty butt.

 

"OOOOOWWWWWWWW! It hurts really, really, bad, Mrs. Roberts!" I whined again as she slowly and gently tried to clean my dirty butt.

 

"Yes, John, I know it hurts. I'm trying to be careful. I think when we get home I'll let you lay on an open diaper for awhile and get some air and see if we can’t get your diaper rash to dry out a little," Juanita said.

 

After Juanita had me all cleaned up she rubbed baby oil all over my butt while I still had my butt in the air, then told me to put my feet down where my feet were flat on the blanket but my knees were still up and spread apart. She then applied the lotion to my groin area and genitals. Then, curling her index finger around my shrunken little pee-pee and her thumb on the other side of it, she stretched my pee-pee upward, oiling the one-and-a-quarter-inch length of it and then like a snail disappearing back into its shell. It would shrink back up again. She did that several times. The girls laughed at the way it kept shrinking back up again, teasing me about having a pee-pee like a little baby. Then Juanita asked the girls who wanted to put the baby powder on me. Naomi and Linda both raised up on their knees, quickly reaching for the bottle of baby powder at the same time and fighting over who was going to get to put the baby powder on me.

 

"He's MYYYYY boyfriend, and besides, you're not even nice to him!" Naomi said angrily to Linda.

 

"Well, I still want to put the baby powder on his little pee-pee!" Linda replied looking as if she could fight with Naomi. Then Juanita settled the argument.

 

"Naomi. You are gonna get to see John for almost two more weeks. I'll let you do the baby powder at home. How bout you let Linda do it this time, okay?"

 

Naomi sat back on her feet, folded her arms on her chest and had that pouty lip look on her face as she conceded to let Linda have the honors this time.

 

"Linda. Can I do some, too?" Cathy asked.

 

"Well, you can do his butt, but I wanna do his pee-pee!" Linda warned.

 

"Okay!" Cathy agreed.

 

Then Juanita had me raise my feet and cross my ankles again so Cathy could put the baby powder on my butt. I just lay there and cried, sucking on the baby bottle as Cathy powdered my butt.

 

"Gosh John, your butt is really red, especially in the crack. I hope this helps your diaper rash feel better.”

 

"Pour some on the diaper, too," Juanita told Cathy. Then Cathy poured baby powder on the clean diaper that Juanita had placed under me.

 

"Okay, John, put your feet down now so Linda can powder you and get you ready for your clean diaper," Juanita said. Then Cathy handed Linda the bottle of baby powder as I put my feet back down on the blanket with my knees spread wide apart. Linda raised up on her knees and took the baby powder in her right hand and slowly sprinkled it around my groin area and on my little penis and balls, looking over at my face to get my reaction as she powdered me with a huge smile on her face. Then she covered her mouth quickly with her left hand as she burst into laughter, spitting into her left hand as the spontaneous laughter burst from her.

 

Then, wiping her hand on her dress she explained, "I'm sorry. I couldn’t help it, but John, you do have a little pee-pee like a baby and with the baby powder all over it, it really does look like a baby’s pee-pee!" she said, barely able to contain herself.

 

"Okay, Linda, thank you. That's enough baby powder. Let’s get John’s diaper on so we can get home.” Then Juanita pulled the thick, clean, diaper up over my powdered, humiliated, little penis and balls. She tucked and rolled the diaper around my thighs and then tugged it up snugly between my legs and began pinning it on tightly so we could go home for lunch. Then she put my shoes and socks in the diaper bag with everything else and dressed only in my thick, clean, tightly-pinned-on diaper. We said bye to Ms. Grady and my classmates and went to the car and headed for home.

 

Part 42

 

As we made the sixty or so mile trip back to Juanita’s from the zoo, I reflected back on the experience, or more accurately, couldn’t get it out of my mind. I knew all of those kids through the first, second and third grade and played with some of them during past summers. I was well-liked and very popular with both the boys and the girls in that school. Now, they've all seen me walking around the zoo looking like a big, stupid baby wearing nothing but a big, thick diaper, and even watched me having my dirty, wet diaper changed by Juanita, seeing me completely naked, diaper rash and all.

 

Fortunately, I thought, I won’t be going to that school or living in that town anymore and I’m sure that when they all get back home my old teacher and friends will tell everyone they know or that I know that they saw John Atkins at the zoo wearing a diaper like a big baby.

 

At least at Juanita’s house I felt a little more comfortable about having to wear diapers. Between Rudy, Tommy and all the toddlers and babies Juanita kept, boys in diapers were about as common around the house as oxygen, so the girls or Juanita’s daughters were so used to it that they didn’t seem to really pay much attention to it.

 

That's not to say that I just walked around the house or in the yard in my diapers completely comfortable with it. You never get used to wearing a diaper in front of everyone when you're nine years old. It's just that at Juanita’s house I was more like family and I was spared the rude comments that I got from people outside of the family, but you're still aware that everyone knows that you're nine years old and have to wear diapers because you continually shit your pants like a baby.

 

My mom and Juanita grew up together. They were so close that one could finish the other’s sentences. So they were all like family to me and much of my childhood was spent with Juanita and her kids. There were times we'd visit close to my birthday and when we'd get there Juanita would have a birthday cake for me, even though my mom already made one for me at home. So, Juanita and her daughters were aware of my mother’s struggle to get me to stop messing my pants, and for the most part accepted my mom’s decision to make me wear diapers for a couple weeks to teach me a lesson.

 

I used to come to Juanita’s house, knowing that she and her daughters always thought of me as a handsome, sweet, polite boy. Now I felt that I was probably going to be perceived and always remembered as the dumb kid who kept shitting his pants and had to wear diapers like a baby for two weeks.

 

Part 43

 

When we got back to Juanita’s house from the zoo Naomi was invited to stay and eat lunch with us, the roast dinner Pam and Michele had worked on while we were away, and Naomi accepted.

 

After we ate Juanita asked me if I needed to pee or anything and I said no, then Juanita led me to the changing quilt and had me lay down where she unpinned my still clean, dry, diaper and pulled it open and pressed it flat on the floor. Then she told me to sit up and then lay on my tummy on my open diaper so my rash could get some air. She then got an oscillating fan and placed it behind me in the fixed position and told me to lay with my legs apart so that the oscillating fan and ceiling fan could dry my skin. While my whole pubic area and butt were covered with the painful bumpy itchy rash, the skin between my butt cheeks was the worst. It felt like my skin was raw and my cheeks rubbing together as I walked was very painful.

 

When Juanita first pulled my diaper back, though, and had me sit up, I couldn’t help notice Naomi, Lisa, Angie and Cindy starring at my little penis and balls and giggling as I sat up and turned over on my tummy. I don’t know what it is about a boy having his diaper changed or removed that every girl’s eyes goes straight to the penis; and no matter how many times or how often you experience it, it never gets any easier. When you're nine years old and being kept by an adult who has the power to put a diaper on you, change you, strip you, bathe you, spank you at will in front of all the girls or anyone else and you can’t do anything about it. You never get used to it.

 

Juanita sat the oscillating fan between my legs on the floor to blow on my butt as I lay on my tummy on my open diaper. Then she went and got some board games for us to play saying I needed to lay there like that awhile and get some air.

 

After setting the games on the floor in front of me and the girls, Juanita pulled one of my legs, spreading my legs farther apart to separate my butt cheeks a little more.

 

"This isn’t really gonna work too well!" Juanita remarked.

 

Then she went to the hall closet and got a thick feather pillow and came back and had me get up on my knees, then Juanita lifted the front of my diaper from the floor and slid the thick pillow under it and lay the diaper neatly over the pillow. Then Juanita had me lay back down on my tummy again over the diaper which was over the thick pillow which kept my butt and hips elevated in the air. Now the fan was blowing directly on my butt crack and felt very cooling and soothing. Juanita then pulled my legs apart some more again and said to stay like that awhile so my skin would get some fresh air.

 

It felt strange and must have looked pretty strange too for me to be laying there with my naked rash covered butt elevated and a fan between my legs as the girls and I played Chinese checkers and other games.

 

As one girl and then another would get up to go to the bathroom while we played the board games. I thought. They don’t know how lucky they are to be able to go to the restroom and close the door and have privacy while they do whatever it is they have to do. I couldn’t believe the mess I got myself into, having to wear diapers and be changed like a baby in front of everyone for two weeks, just because I wouldn’t go to the bathroom when I had to, or until I had a thick, pasty smear in my underwear.

 

About an hour or an hour and a half into the games, I did have to pee pretty bad and caught Juanita as she walked through the room.

 

"Mrs. Roberts. I need to pee real bad!" I said in an embarrassed whisper.

 

Juanita put her hands on her hips and looked at me for a moment and then went to the kitchen. She returned with the hand towel that had been used to dry the dishes with. She bent down behind me and moved the oscillating fan back a bit and then put her hands on my hips and pulled upward slightly saying.

 

"Get up here for a minute, John, honey. You need to air out a little longer so we can get that nasty old diaper rash to dry out. I’m not going to put your diaper back on you just yet," Juanita said in a sweet voice as she helped me up onto my hands and knees and then just onto my knees. I covered my privates with one hand as I realized Juanita wanted me to kneel there naked in front of the girls for some reason. I didn’t know what she had planned.

 

"John, you get your hand off of there unless you want a spanking. Do you hear me?" Juanita said in a firm voice but still in a good mood.

 

“Now you've got your hand all nasty, don’t you do that again!" she added as she folded some cleaning rags into the dish towel she brought from the kitchen. The girls just sat there and starred at me as I knelt there naked in front of them, waiting to see what Juanita was going to do.

 

Michele who was watching TV, still angry with me and paying attention to what was going on said, "John. everyone's already seen your little pee-pee a hundred times and I think everyone's tired of it already!"

 

Totally embarrassed at having to kneel there naked in front of the girls and not knowing what to say I responded to Michele, "Well, I saw your crack when your mom spanked you. And you don’t even have a pee-pee!"

 

Michele burst into laughter. but over did it a little as some of her laughter was obviously fake due to her own embarrassment. Then Michele responded.

 

"Well, girls aren’t supposed to have a pee-pee you dummy, but boys are, and you have a little pee-pee like a little baby boy!" Michele said

 

"Okay John. Michele— both of you— that's enough!" Juanita warned. Then Juanita took the towel and cupped it and her hand over my penis and balls as I knelt there.

 

"Okay, honey, go ahead and pee for me," Juanita said as she cupped my privates with the damp towel.

 

"I can’t pee like this Mrs. Roberts. Can I go to the bathroom?" I asked.

 

"It's no different than wetting in your diaper. Now, I need you to pee for me because I have a hundred things to do and I can’t stand here all day," Juanita insisted.

 

Then Juanita had Michele get a damp rag and some alcohol and wipe my hand that I touched my rash with as I tried to cover myself a few minutes earlier.

 

"Mrs. Roberts please, let me go to the bathroom and pee!" I begged again.

 

"John, you have a whole week before you can go near the bathroom again. you know that! Now I could just put a diaper back on you but I’m trying to give that rash a chance to dry up so it doesn’t hurt so bad. now you go ahead and pee for me like I told you to or you're going to get a spanking!" Juanita warned.

 

I had a hard time getting the pee started, but when Michele began washing my hand with the wet rag I couldn’t hold it anymore and peed into the towel Juanita was cupping over my penis and balls. Juanita could feel the pee pouring into her hand and said, "There now, see. that wasn’t so hard, was it?" Juanita remarked as I continued peeing into her hand. When Juanita felt the flow stop for a few seconds she moved the towel from my privates and several drops were still falling from my pee-pee to the open diaper below me.

 

Naomi and all the other girls laughed and giggled as they saw the pee leaking from my penis and falling to my diaper below. Juanita quickly covered me back up again with the towel saying, "I’m sorry, baby. I thought you were through!" laughing as she put the soaked towel back over my privates.

 

Michele, wanting to get another shot at me, said sarcastically, "Good grief, John. You deserve to wear diapers. You're just like a big baby!" she said still cleaning my hand.

 

After I was through peeing into the towel, Juanita took the alcohol soaked rag that Michele was using and said, "John, this is going to burn a little but it will help that rash go away a lot quicker." Juanita then took the alcohol soaked rag and began wiping around my groin area with it and cleaning my penis and balls with it too.

 

"OOOOWWWWWWWWW! Mrs. Roberts! That burns!" I cried as the alcohol came into contact with the rash around my crotch area.

 

"I know it does, honey. but it will help you get better much faster. But I’m going to let your bottom heal some more before we use any there. That will really burn!" Juanita said as she cleaned the urine from my groin area.

 

After cleaning me up, Juanita had me lay back down over my open diaper and pillow where I and the girls continued playing the board games. Juanita then moved the fan back up between my spread legs so it could blow on my elevated butt and dry out the rash between my butt cheeks. Then Juanita went and sat on the couch and began folding the mountain of washed and dried diapers that were piled on one end of the couch.

 

Part 44

 

Naomi began giggling as I lay back down across my open diaper and we resumed playing our game.

 

"Why are you laughing Naomi?" I asked.

 

"I'm not laughing at you John.I just never saw a boy pee before.it looked funny seeing pee come out your thing. Naomi said with the fingers of one hand over her huge smile.

 

"Well, I don’t think I feel like playing anymore!" I responded, angry that Naomi would laugh at me, and I pushed the Chinese checker board away from me and toward the girls.

 

"Come on, John. Please don’t be mad at me, I didn’t mean it. I just never saw anything like that before, "Naomi said, gently touching my outstretched arm with her hand looking sorry and concerned. I believed her, Naomi never spent any time around Juanita’s house before my two-week sentence in diapers. Although she and Juanita’s daughters liked each other very much, Naomi was usually out playing army or baseball or something with the boys. It was only now that she and Juanita’s younger girls were becoming close and she could experience things that other girls pretty much took for granted. But I was still hurt that Naomi laughed at me and didn’t want to let her off the hook so easily, so I insisted that I was through playing games and wanted to be left alone.

 

Juanita, sitting on the couch folding the large pile of clean cotton flannel diapers, came to Naomi’s defense.

 

"John, you stop pouting like a baby, and be nice and play with Naomi and the girls. You wouldn’t be in this mess if you'd stopped messing your pants like your mom told you to. It's all your fault that you have to wear diapers and that you now have a diaper rash. You could be out playing with your friends instead of hanging around here in diapers like a big baby!"

 

Not saying anything in response to Juanita’s scolding, I reluctantly pulled the Chinese checker board back toward me. I knew better than to provoke Juanita’s anger and make things worse than they might already appear. We played Chinese checkers for awhile and then something else, I don’t remember, maybe Chutes and Ladders or something. The cool breeze of the fan felt good on my raw butt, or butt crack mostly, as it felt as though it had a fever.

 

I heard someone coming down the noisy, creaky, staircase. It was Juanita’s oldest daughter, sixteen-year-old Pam. You couldn’t sneak down that staircase. I think that's why Juanita had no fear breastfeeding me at night after her girls went to bed. But anyway, Pam entered the room and seeing me lying there with my butt elevated on the thick pillow and open diaper with the little fan blowing between my legs walked up to me and bent over and looked at my butt. Even though my legs were spread apart my butt cheeks were still somewhat touching each other, so Pam put her hand on one cheek and separated my cheeks to get a better look at the rash between them.

 

"It's gonna take awhile for that to go away. that's a bad diaper rash!" Pam said.

 

"Yeah, I'm not going to make John wear the dirty wet diapers so long anymore until it gets better," Juanita responded.

 

"John, whenever you're through wetting or pottying your diaper, you come tell me and I’ll get you changed right away, okay?" Juanita asked.

 

"Okay," I sheepishly responded.

 

Then Juanita asked Pam, "Pam honey, would you do me a favor so I can get these diapers folded?"

 

"Sure mom, what do you need?" Pam answered.

 

"Honey, it's getting a little late. John's going to be needing a diaper before too long. I put his diaper rash cream in the freezer a little while ago. Would you mind putting some on his bottom and then putting a diaper on him for me, please?" Juanita asked.

 

"No mom, I don’t mind at all!" Pam responded.

 

Then Pam went to the kitchen and got the diaper rash cream and returned and kneeled to the left side of me. She separated my butt cheeks and squeezed the cold lotion from the underside of my nut sack all the way up my butt crack to the top. It was so cold it was a shock as she first started squeezing it from the tube and filling my butt crack with it, but it felt so good and relieved the hot burning sensation I had been feeling for so long.

 

Then, with her right hand she began rubbing the thick, cold cream into my skin, her hand going from my balls to the top of my butt crack, over and over. She started out rubbing gently but then was rubbing hard enough I felt myself being kind of scooted across my diaper and back. As her middle finger passed over my asshole each time it passed, my penis became very hard but kind of dug into my diaper feeling restricted a little, so I raised up just enough to let my hard little pee-pee lay across my diaper unrestricted. Now, as Pam rubbed the ointment up and down my butt I was being pushed back and forth across my diaper a little, as if I were humping my diaper over the thick pillow. But it was Pam’s hand doing the back-and-forth motion as she rubbed the cream up and down my ass. Whenever her finger passed over my asshole or touched the back of my scrotum I got harder and harder. I know this is when diapers became sexualized for me, even though I didn’t know it then or understand what was happening. But feeling my hard pee-pee rubbing across the soft fabric was intoxicating.

 

"John, it's your turn!" nine-year-old Angie said in frustration, as Naomi, Cindy and Lisa waited for me to make a move. I almost forgot we were playing a game, I think my eyes even closed for a bit as I was experiencing this new sensation.

 

Then Pam shot another line of the cold lotion down my butt crack and began to rub it in as well. Now she was covering my lower butt cheeks outside of the crack and then returning to the crack and my asshole again with her probing finger.

 

"Is your bottom feeling better now, John?" Pam asked in a sweet voice, with her gooey hand still moving up and down between my thighs.

 

"Yessss!" I answered. Feeling like my pee-pee was going to burst, though I don’t think I ever actually had an ejaculation until maybe seventh or eighth grade.

 

Then Pam stopped and wiped her hand on a rag while I lay there face-down on my open diaper with my pee-pee throbbing under me.

 

"Well John, I guess I better put a diaper on you now. Come on and get up so I can get that pillow out of the way," Pam said while wiping the cream from her hand.

 

I raised myself up just enough on my hands and knees so Pam could remove the pillow from under my diaper. Then she made me scoot back a little so she could flatten the diaper out on the changing quilt beneath me. I tried to conceal my erection between my thighs and under my belly as much as possible. Then Pam patted the center of the diaper where she wanted me to sit saying, "Come on, John, you know I can’t put a diaper on you while you're crouched over there like that. Come on, sit down here!" she said sweetly and smiling.

 

I carefully made my way onto the diaper and sat down on it, keeping my thighs together and pulled up close to my body, trying to conceal my erection. As I sat on the diaper I could feel the thickly applied diaper cream on my butt ooze toward the underside of my balls and back up my butt crack behind me.

 

"John, I can’t put a diaper on you like this. Now you spread your legs and get your feet off of your diaper and lay back so I can put a diaper on you," Pam said in a playful mood.

 

"Come on now, John. Let’s get it over with so you and the girls can play!" Pam said, pulling my thighs apart as she smiled at me.

 

I finally surrendered and spread my thighs apart as I sat completely naked on the thick diaper in front of Naomi and Juanita and her daughters. Knowing there was nothing I could do anyway, I wasn’t going to win.

 

When I spread my legs exposing my rock hard little erection Naomi’s jaw just dropped and her eyes were wide open. She just stared at it for a moment not knowing what to say at first. Then she just blurted out, "John, look at your pee-pee, it's bigger!" Juanita and all the girls just laughed.

 

"Ohhhhh Naomi, What am I gonna do with you, honey!" Juanita said, laughing her ass off.

 

Now Naomi thought Juanita and everyone was laughing at her and became embarrassed and looked as if she might cry, so Juanita explained to her that little boys’ penises become erect for different reasons and become larger and harder.

 

"Come on, John. Lie down now so I can put a diaper on you," Pam said, still laughing, but trying not to.

 

I leaned back on my hands and slowly began lying down as Pam asked. My little erection was pointing straight up and bobbing around until I got settled on my back. After laying down my little pee-pee was standing at an angle over my lower belly throbbing and twitching like it had a mind of its own.

 

"John, that little thing was standing up the last time I put a diaper on you. I'm beginning to think you like me putting a diaper on you," Pam said in sweet playful tone. I was about to respond to her saying that I don’t like wearing diapers when Juanita threw her two cents in first, although she was being sweet, too.

 

"John, is that true. Do you like it better when Pam puts a diaper on you?"

 

"I DONT LIKE WEARING DIAPERS! I’M TOO BIG FOR A DIAPER!" I shouted.

 

Juanita asked Lisa to get her a pacifier for the baby. Then Juanita said to me, "John, the next time you talk to me in that tone of voice, I’m gonna wash your mouth out with soap and spank you until you can’t sit down. Now you suck on that pacifier and don’t you say another word until I tell you to. Do you understand me?" Then Lisa handed Juanita the pacifier and Juanita stuck it in my mouth.

 

"Suck on it, John. I didn’t say hold it in your mouth. I want you to suck on it until I tell you that you can stop," Juanita demanded.

 

So I had to lay there doing the suck-suck-suck thing constantly on the pacifier with tears welling up in my eyes while Pam prepared to put a diaper on me in front of Naomi and the other girls.

 

"Now, John, your mother said you're gonna wear diapers until she gets back and there's nothing we can do about it. We CAN try to make the best of it and try to have a little fun— or you can make yourself miserable and make things worse than they have to be. But you're not gonna disrespect me or anyone else while you're staying here. And I hope you learn some things while you're here, or you might be wearing diapers home after your mother gets back,” Juanita warned.

 

"I know what we can do, John. Let’s show Naomi our little game we played last time I put a diaper on you.”

 

Then Pam put the diaper up over my still semi-erect pee-pee and tried to play peek-a-boo like last time, but I wasn’t in the mood for laughing.

 

"Come on, John. You know you want to laugh. You stop pouting like a baby!" Pam said, talking sweetly, trying so hard to turn my mood around.

 

Pam tried a few more times with the diaper and the silly voices playing peek-a-boo with my pee-pee, but finally gave up.

 

"It's okay, John, well try it some other time if you want. I just wanted to make you laugh like last time.”

 

Then Pam leaned forward and gave me a hug a kiss on the cheek saying, "Well, I guess if you don’t wanna play. We better get your diaper on now.”

 

Then Naomi leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek, too.

 

"Awwww Naomi, that was sweet," Pam said

 

"He's my boyfriend. See my ring?" Naomi responded, holding her hand up to show Pam her ring.

 

"Your boyfriend? Aren’t you a little young to have a boyfriend, Naomi?” Pam asked with a big smile.

 

"Yeah, but I just wanted to get him before someone else did!" Naomi innocently responded with a sweet smile.

 

Juanita and the girls were all "awwwing and cooing"— I guess you could say— over Naomi’s sweet remark.

 

Naomi watched Pam apply the diaper rash cream all over my groin area and studied Pam’s face as she was doing it and asked, "You like putting diapers on John, don’t you?"

 

"Well, I’m sorry for John that his mother is making him wear diapers. but yes, John is one of the sweetest and most handsome boys I ever put a diaper on, and I don’t mind it at all. I just wish I could get him to smile more," Pam answered sweetly as she pulled at my little pee-pee covering it with the diaper cream.

 

Now I felt bad about the pouting and wished I had been nicer when Pam wanted to play. I mean, I’m gonna have to wear a diaper anyway, whether I cry about it or not. Now I can see that Pam is a real friend.

 

When Pam picked up the baby powder, Naomi reached out her hand and asked Pam if she could do it.

 

"Your mom told me I could do the baby powder next time John had his diaper changed," Naomi said excitedly.

 

Pam looked at Juanita and Juanita simply said, "It's okay with me. Let her do it if she wants to.”

 

Then, Naomi raised up on her knees and took the baby powder from Pam and said, "Okay, John, spread your legs some more so I can put the baby powder on you!"

 

So I spread my legs as she asked but she hesitated and asked Pam, "Aren’t I supposed to do his bottom first, Pam?"

 

"Well Naomi, it looks like you've been paying attention," Pam answered.

 

"Okay, John, we can play like I'm the mommy and you're my baby. So, put your feet up so I can put baby powder on your bottom.”

 

I raised my feet like she asked me to.

 

"No, you need to raise them higher and cross them too like Mrs. Roberts makes you do," the little dictator ordered. So I raised them as high as I could and crossed my ankles. Then Naomi poured a lot of baby powder on my butt, which was already painted white with the diaper rash cream. Then she had me put my feet down and covered my pee-pee, balls and entire pubic area with the baby powder until the unmistakable cloud of the sweet-smelling baby powder filled the room.

 

"Can I put the diaper on him, too?" Naomi asked.

 

"Naomi, you may put the diaper over him, but I better do the diaper pins, okay?" Pam insisted.

 

Then Naomi got up and moved around by my feet. She had to pick the diaper up with both hands and walk up toward me on her knees, pulling the diaper up between my thighs as she got closer.

 

"John, spread your legs a little more so I can pull your diaper up tight," Naomi said.

 

"You did a good job, Naomi— didn’t she, everybody?" Pam said trying to encourage more feminine behavior from Naomi. Everyone clapped their hands and hollered for Naomi, saying things like she will make a good mother one day. I just lay there still sucking on the pacifier as Pam pinned my diaper on.

 

Part 45

 

Pam extended her hands to me after getting my fresh diaper pinned on and helped me into a sitting position. I felt like such a baby sitting there in the middle of the floor in a thick soft diaper with a pacifier in my mouth and the aroma of baby oil and baby powder filling the air.

 

Naomi had a huge smile on her face as she looked at me and I’m sure she felt a sense of accomplishment and pride with all the praise she was getting from Juanita and the girls for helping Pam put a diaper on me.

 

"Naomi, I'll bet mom would love to have you around here to help change diapers and help take care of the kids this week if you want to." Pam said in an encouraging tone as she patted Naomi on the back.

 

"I think you would be a biggg help, Naomi...if you'd wanted to do that!" Juanita added, also trying to get Naomi interested in doing more girly things.

 

"Okay, I'll help tomorrow!" Naomi answered, sounding excited about Juanita and the girls’ invitation.

 

Then Juanita, still sitting at the end of the couch folding the mountain of clean diapers, said to me, "John, would you come here for a minute, honey?"

 

So I got up and walked over to her in my diaper and still sucking on the pacifier. Juanita reached up and slowly took the pacifier from my mouth saying.

 

"John, I know you didn’t mean to raise your voice at me a minute ago, now did you?"

 

I shook my head no.

 

"Well what do you have to say to me ?" Juanita asked.

 

"I'm sorry. " I answered.

 

"Well, that's better". Juanita responded still holding the pacifier up close to my face.

 

Then Juanita set the pacifier on the end table and said.

 

"Why don’t you kids go play now. I have a million things to do before tomorrow."

 

Naomi then jumped up and kinda skipping over toward me, she took my hand and said, "Let’s go outside. I’m tired of being in the house!"

 

Juanita laughed loudly, saying, "Naomi you're never going to change.”

 

Then Cindy (1), Angie (9), and Lisa ( 6) all got up to go outside with me and Naomi.

 

Naomi began tugging at my hand even before the other girls were on their feet and was dragging me toward the kitchen which led to the back porch and outside. I was having an awkward time trying to keep pace with Naomi in my freshly pinned on diaper because being just pinned on it was still very thick between the thighs, or not broken in yet, so to speak.

 

As we quickly got on the porch and Naomi opened the screen door and proceeded to drag me out into the yard. I kinda dug my heels in and stopped. I didn’t want to just run out of the house and into the yard in my diaper without first seeing who was about. When I stopped, though, the other girls behind me crashed into me and I bumped into Naomi and we were all crowded there together at the screen door. All the girls started laughing and giggling about the way we all bumped together. Imagine standing there wearing nothing but a diaper with a bunch of cute girls surrounding you laughing and giggling, but in a friendly, accepting way. It's almost like, “okay, you messed your pants a bunch of times. Now you have to were diapers for awhile, but we still like you a lot.” They were all my friends, almost family. Except for Michele, being angry with me because she got grounded for two weeks. Juanita’s daughters’ laughs and giggles were never malicious or rooted in contempt for me. They were just innocent, unavoidable, involuntary responses to situations that they found humorous. no harm intended.

 

Naomi, knowing why I stopped in my tracks before going out the door, said. "John, everyone's already seen you in a diaper!"

 

"I don’t care. I still don’t want anyone to see me like this," I responded, looking around outside to see if anyone was there.

 

Even though all of Patricia’s family next door already knew about me wearing diapers it didn’t make it any easier to be seen like that. But mostly I was still concerned about the guys who lived much farther down the street that Naomi and I usually play army and baseball and stuff like that with. One or more of them could show up at any time. Whenever we'd play army we could cover the whole neighborhood and the wooded area nearby. We'd often run and hide in other people’s yards, climb their trees, eat their apples and other things. People didn’t seem to mind back then about kids going through their property as long as you didn’t break anything, I suppose. I don’t remember ever being run out of someone’s yard. So I did worry about the guys showing up and seeing me out in the yard running around in a diaper, looking like a big baby.

 

After pausing on the back porch for a moment, Naomi opened the screen door again and pulled at my hand saying., "Come on, John, there's no one around." So slowly, I followed Naomi out the door , down the steps and into the yard with Juanita’s younger girls behind me.

 

We played in the yard for some time, I don’t know how long, games like “One-two-three—Red Light!” and other stuff. Things kids played back then. When Pam came out of the house with the large diaper bag and put it in the car. Juanita came out soon after and said there was some sort of family emergency and that she had called Naomi’s mom on the phone and made arrangements for me to go over there and stay until they got back— maybe a couple hours.

 

"John, Naomi, come on and get in the car," Juanita ordered, looking concerned.

 

"You girls go in the house, change your clothes and find some shoes. Pam is getting your clothes out. We got to go to the hospital. I'll be right back,” Juanita added as she rushed us into the front seat and closed the door behind us. Even though Naomi only lived a couple houses down Juanita rushed us there in the car, pulled into the driveway, walked us to the front door and left me, Naomi and the diaper bag with Naomi’s mom. Then she ran back to the car backed out of the driveway and sped back to the house.

 

When we went into the house there was a very attractive woman sitting on the couch I didn’t know, Naomi’s mom’s best friend Barbara. Naomi’s mom took the diaper bag and sat it aside and said to Naomi, "Honey, the girls are outside. Why don’t you go on out and play and we'll be out in a minute.” Naomi was excited about her friends (Barbara’s girls) being out back, trotted toward the kitchen and out the back door saying. "I’ll wait for you outside, John!” as she went.

 

Then Naomi’s mom took my hand and led me to the couch where she sat down with Barbara and both of them just sat there and looked at me for a moment as I stood there wearing nothing but a diaper before them. Then Naomi’s mom put her hand gently on my face and looked into my eyes with an almost indescribable, sorrowful, and concerned look and said in a very motherly, compassionate, empathic tone.

 

"John, honey, are you okay?"

 

I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes instantly, then suddenly I just broke down and started bawling. Naomi’s mom pulled me toward her between her thighs and tightly up against her body as she sat on the couch. She hugged me so tightly and I put my arms around her as I cried uncontrollably.

 

"Ohhh, John. You know I've always thought so much of you. You’ve always been such a sweet, polite boy,” she said as we embraced.

 

"It'll be okay, honey," she added, holding the back of my head with one hand and patting my back with the other. I think this was the first time I actually cried, just feeling sorry for myself and not out of anger or humiliation.

 

As I cried in her arms I heard the screen door slam and Naomi and her friends came running from the kitchen. toward me and the two women.

 

"MOMMMMMMM!!!" Naomi began to say.

 

"You girls go back outside; we'll be out in a minute!" Naomi’s mom said wanting to give me time to get over the crying. Naomi and the girls quietly turned and walked back the way they came and went back outside.

 

"Well honey, I know how hard this must be for you having to wear those diapers, but no one here is going to laugh at you, John, and when this is all over, we're all just going to forget it ever happened and never talk about it again, okay?" Naomi’s mother said to me, talking sweetly, trying to give me some consolation as she held me.

 

Finally, as the crying subsided for the most part we broke our embrace. But still standing between her thighs with those after-cry sniffles that make your whole upper body jerk with each one, and the tears covering and burning my face like acid, Naomi’s mom took some tissues and wiped my face and had me blow my nose into them. Ashamed and embarrassed about standing there in a diaper and bawling like a baby. I didn’t want to look at Barbara, but I could see without looking at her that she was wiping her eyes with a tissue as well and then she blew her nose, too.

 

Then Naomi’s mom began adjusting my diaper with both of her hands, gently pulling up at the corners and the back waist area saying, "You know, honey, two weeks will go by so fast and then it will be all over, and then you wont have to wear those ol’ diapers anymore— you'll see!"

 

Then Naomi’s mom stood up and took my hand saying, "Come on, honey, I think we'll all feel better if we get out of here and get some fresh air and sunshine. " I could hear Naomi and her friends laughing and having fun outside as her mom slowly led me through the house toward the back door, with Barbara following close behind.

 

As we stepped into the yard Naomi and her girlfriends came running up to meet me. They were very cute just like their mom, and very nice-looking, but I know they were prepared for my arrival, like (be nice to the 9-year-old boy in the diaper) maybe not. But they were very nice, even though they couldn’t seem to keep their eyes off the diaper. They were constantly looking at it even as they spoke to me.

 

We we're playing for quite some time when I began to get the urge to have to sit on the pot. I looked over toward Juanita’s house to see if her car was in the driveway, so hopefully I wouldn’t mess my diaper at Naomi’s house but it wasn’t there. Those old houses had long driveways with the garage separate from the house and far to the back of the property, with a long driveway running from the street all the way to the back of the yard.

 

After awhile and still not seeing any sign of Juanita’s car over there, I felt like I wasn’t going to make it any longer, so I thought maybe if I tell Naomi’s mom I need to sit on the pot. I could pull my diaper down, go to the bathroom on the pot and then pull it back up when I’m through. Naomi’s mom was sitting at a patio table under a huge umbrella visiting with Barbara. I went and whispered in her ear and asked her if I could do that.

 

"John, you know I can’t go against what your mother and Juanita decided. I'd love to do that, but you know I can’t," she responded sadly in a loud whisper and a sympathetic look.

 

I turned and walked away, slowly feeling both disappointed and scared to death. I looked again toward Juanita’s house, but still no car. The urges were getting much stronger and I felt I wouldn’t be able to hold it much longer. As I looked for something solid and out of everyone’s view to sit on in order to try to holds it, Naomi’s mom said, "John, don’t be trying to hold it. You know Juanita doesn’t want you doing that. "

 

She didn’t say it loudly or intend to embarrass me, but Naomi and the girls were close enough to hear it.

 

"John, do you have to go poop in your diaper?" Naomi asked curiously.

 

Before I could answer— not that I wanted to or was even going to— Barbara’s oldest girl, Carol (10, I think) said, "He's supposed to poop in his diapers?"

 

"Yeah, his mom is making him do it. He can’t go to the bathroom no more for almost two weeks,” Naomi responded.

 

"EEEWWWWWW! That's awful!" Carol said in disgust. Her 9-year-old sister Nita, just standing there, looked at me silently.

 

Naomi’s mom said she was going to make some lemonade and she and Barbara got up and went into the house. I seriously needed to find a place to sit like right now, but had to go so bad that I knew if I took a step it would come out for sure. I looked toward Juanita’s house again, still no car. Then suddenly right there with all the girls standing all around me, it started coming out. I tried to hold it as I stood there, or at least hold most of it, hoping Juanita would show up at anytime, but it wouldn’t stop. It was so solid and so long and wide. I just went "UHHHHHHH!" as it came out,. tugging at my diaper pins as it pushed at the inside of my diaper. I think the back of my diaper slid down at least a half inch down my back.

 

Naomi and the girls just stood there, silently watching. Carol and Nita, both with a look of disbelief on their faces, their mouths and eyes wide open. My knees were shaking, both from the relief I think as well as the total humiliation of the whole thing. I felt like I could collapse right there. But then I ran toward the back of the yard to hide from the staring girls. I could feel the huge load swinging and bouncing and hitting my butt in my diaper as I ran.

 

"John, come here!" Naomi cried out as she chased after me. The other girls followed Naomi, running behind her as she chased me.

 

"John, don’t run, it's okay!" they were all yelling.

 

I ran around behind a tool shed at the back of the yard and hid between some stacks of old tires behind the shed. The girls caught up with me and were telling me it was okay and not to be embarrassed and that kind of stuff. I pleaded with them not to tell their mothers about me having a dirty diaper and that I wanted to wait until Juanita got back so I could go over there to be changed. They promised they wouldn’t tell their mothers and tried to talk me into coming out of there, but I was too ashamed.

 

"Kids, come on, come and get some lemonade!" Naomi’s mom shouted from the patio.

 

"If you stay back here they're gonna know something’s wrong," Carol explained.

 

Yeah, she was right I thought, so I reluctantly decided to come out but keep my distance from the women. Naomi said she'd bring me my lemonade so I didn’t have to go get it. I had to pee really bad as you always do after going potty, so I just let out a little at a time into my diaper so it would soak into the front instead of flooding down between my legs, making the dirty diaper smell worse than it already did. I saw a jump rope lying near by and told the girls id hold one end while the girls took turns jumping. This worked out great, I thought. I can just stand here and hold the rope in my dirty wet diaper until Juanita’s car shows up. But after awhile Naomi’s mom hollered at me.

 

"John, would you come here for a minute, honey"?

 

I felt a chill run down my spine as she called me. I handed the rope off to Nita who was standing there waiting for a turn and slowly walked toward Barbara and Naomi’s mom. I guess she could see the soaking wet diaper sagging somewhat in front as I was holding the rope.

 

"Honey, do you need your diaper changed?" she asked as I stood several feet from her.

 

"No. " I answered.

 

"Come here let me see," she said, almost teasingly. I slowly approached her when she grabbed my arm with one hand and felt the front of my diaper with the other.

 

"Baby, you're soaking wet!" she said, almost talking baby-talk to me.

 

"SNIFFFF, smells like you had a boo-boo in your diaper too, John; turn around here." Then she spun me around and placed her hand on the butt of my diaper, kinda lifting it toward my butt.

 

"Yeah, I think it's time to change your diaper. Juanita said you were getting a bad diaper rash and not to let you wear a wet or dirty diaper very long.”

 

"Can you please just wait until Mrs. Roberts gets home and let her do it?” I begged.

 

"John, don’t be silly. That rash is just going to hurt that much more the longer you wear that diaper. Now come on and let me get you changed. It's not going to be that bad," she added, trying to make me comfortable with the idea that she was going to change me.

 

She led me into the house with Barbara following along and said she was going to change me on Naomi’s bed. Barbara went into the bathroom as we passed it and closed the door. Naomi’s mom walked me into Naomi’s room and told me to stand right there and she'd be right back. She left for a second and returned with the diaper bag and set it next to the bed. As she took what looked like a large thick crib blanket from the diaper bag and spread it on the bed, Naomi and Nita and Carol came to the bedroom door but Naomi’s mom stopped them and said., "Why don’t you girls go back out and play. We'll be back out there in a few minutes." Looking disappointed, the girls turned and left the room.

 

"Okay honey, climb up here and lay down for me on this blanket. Naomi’s mom said, taking my arm and assisting me as I climbed up onto the bed on my hands and knees. I guess it was a crib blanket. It was about four or five feet long and maybe three or four feet long. I climbed up onto it and turned around into an almost sitting position but leaning back on my hands with my knees up. I could feel the solid mass in my diaper being pushed forward toward my nutsack.

 

"Okay honey, you're going to have to lay down for me, you know I can’t change your diaper like this." So I lay down as she asked. I was shaking as if the room were freezing, though it wasn’t.

 

"Why John, you're shaking; look at you!" She said almost in a baby-talk tone once again.

 

"Honey, you don’t have to be nervous with me. There's no big hurry and everything's going to be okay,. All right?" she said, leaning forward toward my face with a huge Naomi-like smile. I could see where Naomi got her looks, just never noticed it before. She was just an older Naomi.

 

Then, with her fingers and starting at the top of my diaper on my tummy, she walked her fingers up toward my chest saying, "If you don’t smile. I'm going to get youuuu!"

 

"Come on John. you better smileeee or I'm going to get youuu!" she said teasingly in her baby-talk tone, her fingers now going up my neck and over my chin.

 

She was being soooo sweet. I couldn’t help it, and I smiled.

 

"Now see, we're not having such a bad time, are we?" she said as she leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek.

 

Just then Barbara came into the room and closed the door behind herself as she entered. She then came and sat at the foot of the bed as Naomi’s mom began removing the diaper pins.

 

Part 46

 

I wasn’t at all excited or enthusiastic about Naomi’s mom changing my diaper, seeing me naked and cleaning my dirty butt, even though she was being so sweet and motherly. But when her friend Barbara came into the room and sat on the bed to watch. I knew that was more than I can take.

 

"Can’t we just wait until Mrs. Roberts (Juanita) gets back and let her do it at her house?" I begged.

 

"John, Juanita may be home in five minutes, or she may not be back for two more hours. Now you don’t want to run around and play in a dirty wet diaper all afternoon, now do you?" Naomi’s mom replied, as she continued removing the three diaper pins on each side.

 

I just lay there shaking once again as Naomi’s mom slowly removed one pin after another and stuck each one in the bed next to me. Naomi’s bed was an older bed, much higher than those made today. I was lying on the side closest to the door and close to the edge, with my head on Naomi’s pillow. Naomi’s mom was sitting on the edge of the bed as she removed the diaper pins between me and the door. I thought well, if someone opens the door they can’t see anything with Naomi’s mom sitting there.

 

"John, you're shaking again, honey. You don’t have to be frightened or nervous about me or Barbara changing your diaper!" she said sweetly as she removed the last diaper pin and stuck it in the bed.

 

"There's no hurry, honey. You just lay here a minute and try to calm down a little. Everything’s going to be okay, no one's going to laugh at you,”  she said as I lay there with my knees up and spread apart somewhat and the unpinned wet dirty diaper still laying over my lower tummy.

 

I looked around Naomi’s room and thought how any boy would love such a room. Her baseball glove and cap were hanging on the wall. There were pennants like the Chicago Cubs, etc. Tonka trucks on shelves. The only indication that it was a girl’s room was a few stuffed animals strewn about, no dolls whatsoever.

 

"John, Barbara was telling out on the patio awhile ago about what a handsome boy you are. Why don’t you show her what a beautiful smile you have?"

 

Naomi’s mom suggested trying to get me in a better and more comfortable mood. But how could I smile knowing these two women are going to strip me naked in a few minutes and clean my dirty butt like a baby and then put another diaper on me?

 

"John, am I going to have to get you again?" Naomi’s mom asked with her face down close to mine with a big beautiful smile and walking her fingers up my tummy again toward my chest.

 

"You better smile or I'm going to get you, John," she said again, her fingers slowly walking toward my chest. Barbara was smiling and laughing a little as Naomi’s mom walked her fingers closer and closer to my face. When she finally reached my mouth she pulled down on my lower lip gently, saying, “Okay, John. I'm going to get you!" her face so close to mine I could feel her long beautiful hair tickling my face and shoulders, Talking a kinda baby talk to me. I couldn’t help it, I smiled again. She was just one of the sweetest people I had ever known.

 

"There now. You see, Barbara, is that a beautiful smile or what?" Naomi’s mom said with a huge smile on her face, as she sat back up straight again beside me.

 

"That is a beautiful smile, John, and I think you are one of the most handsome nine-year-old boys I've ever known," Barbara replied as she stood up and walked around to the other side of the bed and sat down.

 

"There, now everything's going to be okay, John. Let's get you out of this nasty old diaper before your rash gets any worse," Naomi’s mom said as she gently put her hands on my inner thighs and spread them much farther apart.

 

Then she took the wet front portion of the diaper into both her hands and slowly began to pull it back away from my tummy and from between my thighs slowly exposing my genitals and then my dirty butt.

 

"Ohhh, poor little thing!" Barbara said as the diaper came back.

 

I saw Naomi’s mom look at her with a half smile half smirk. Her eyebrows dropped as Barbara made the statement. I wasn’t sure if the remark was about my rash, my soiled diaper, or my scared, retracted, little baby-sized pee-pee.

 

Naomi’s mom dabbed at the wetness around my genitals first with the drier front part of the diaper, getting the moisture in the crease between my pubic fat and inner thighs, too. Then she took the dry front corners of the diaper where the diaper pins had been and cleaned my pee-pee and nut sack with them, pulling on my shriveled penis, gently stretching it to get the wetness out of the wrinkles.

 

"Okay John, raise your legs for me baby so I can clean your dirty bottom," She said as she wadded some of the wet front of the diaper together to beginning wiping my butt with it.

 

I raised my legs and crossed my ankles as Juanita had me do so many times and Naomi’s mom took the wet diaper and starting just under my nut sack pushed most of the mess down my butt toward the pile that was already in my diaper.

 

"OOWWW! IT HURTS!” I said, wincing as she made each pass down my dirty chapped butt. I know it hurts, baby, but we got to get this stuff off. You do have a terrible diaper rash, honey.” She would then find a cleaner portion of the wet diaper and make another pass downward, trying to get more of it off my butt. After a few passes she looked at my butt and said, "I think I’m going to need some more rags." She went through the diaper bag and began taking everything out and laying it on the bed-- the powder, the baby oil, diaper rash cream, etc. While she was doing this and looking for rags I could hear the girls whispering just outside the door.

 

"Well, I’m going to need some more rags, John; don’t move. Stay just like you are," Naomi’s mom said as she stood up and headed toward the door that was only probably five or six adult steps away. When she opened the door the girls almost tripped over themselves as they tried to run, giggling as they fled down the hallway.

 

"Naomi, I thought you girls were told to go out and play," Naomi’s mom said in a calm, motherly tone as she walked out of the room. Naomi’s mom was cool and never lost her temper for anything. She wasn’t a strict mother, which is why I guess she seemed to tolerate her daughter’s choice to act more like a boy than a girl most the time.

 

I could hear Naomi’s mom in the bathroom down the hall running water to dampen some rags. Just then the girls came running into the bedroom, Barbara’s daughters first and Naomi behind.

 

"Mom, we want to color some pictures for you. Which ones do you want?" Carol and Nita exclaimed as they came running in carrying coloring books. They came all the way around the bed to the other side where their mother was sitting, putting the coloring books up in her face to have her pick some pictures to be colored. I was lying there with my legs raised and spread, my butt still covered with potty, and still laying on my opened dirty diaper with the pile in it clearly visible.

 

"I thought you girls were told to go out and play!" Barbara responded, not looking surprised that the girls came into the room.

 

"We're tired of playing outside, mom. We want to color some pictures for you," Carol responded.

 

"Really? I think you girls just want to watch John have his diaper changed," their mom replied, half-smiling. Carol, Nita and Naomi all stood there looking at me laying there with my dirty butt waiting to be cleaned, my feet raised and my legs spread apart like a baby. Not saying anything, but it was clear they weren’t really interested in coloring books.

 

Part 47

 

Carol and Nita’s mom took one of the coloring books and thumbed through it quickly to pick out a picture. The two girls standing with their heads turned toward the coloring book as their mom went through it actually had their eyes on me, looking at me laying there like a baby having my diaper changed. Barbara picked out a picture from the book and then took the other coloring book and began looking through that one as the girls stood there and studied me. Naomi’s mom returned to the room with some dampened rags and sat on the bed next to me once again.

 

"Naomi, what are you girls doing in here?" she asked in a calm and unsurprised tone as she entered the room.

 

"Carol and Nita are going to color something for Mrs. Jenkins, mom."

 

"Ohhh, I see!" Naomi’s mom answered.

 

The girls stood there and watched as Naomi’s mom continued cleaning my butt with the damp washcloths. I would wince and grimace and let out an "UHHH" every time Naomi’s mom went over the sore areas, mostly down my butt crack and in the crease between my pubic fat and my inner thighs.

 

I'm sorry, honey. I'm being as careful as I can," Naomi’s mom said as she cleaned my butt in front of the girls. Then Naomi, I guess, felt compelled to point out to the girls that I had a bad rash.

 

"Did you see Johns diaper rash? It's really bad!" Naomi said pointing at it with her finger just inches from my scrotum. Carol and Nita leaned forward with their hands on the bed to get a close look at me lying there totally naked with my legs raised and spread, examining the diaper rash around my genitals and down my butt.

 

After Naomi’s mom had me cleaned up pretty good she folded the dirty wet diaper over and kinda rolled it up under me toward my butt and removed it saying, "Stay right there, honey, don’t move." Then she took a half-folded bath towel and placed it under my raised butt as if it were a diaper.

 

"Okay, John, you can put your feet down now." So I put my feet back on the bed but still had my knees up and spread. She then began lathering up a washcloth with a wet bar of soap saying, "Just wiping you up after a diaper change isn’t going to make that rash go away. We need to wash that up with some soap."

 

Mrs. Jenkins handed the second coloring book back to the girls and told them to run along now.

 

"Ohhh mom, can we stay? Carol and Nita begged.

 

"I don’t think John wants you in here watching him have his diaper changed!" Mrs. Jenkins replied, looking at me as if expecting a response from me. She was right, I didn’t want them in there but I didn’t want to be the one to say it. I had already learned not piss someone off while in a vulnerable position. I thought if I upset them I might provoke them into being rude toward me.

 

"John, if you don’t want the girls in here, you just say so," Mrs. Jenkins said. But I was too scared to say anything. Then Carol and Nita hopped up onto the bed and sat Indian-style and watched as Naomi’s Mom began soaping up my pee-pee and nut sack and the rest of my front genital area with the wet, soapy rag. Naomi’s mom then kinda wrapped the rag around her index finger while holding the rest of it in her hand and with her finger scrubbed around my genitals pushing my pee-pee from one side to the other as she lightly scrubbed, then around and under my scrotum, pushing it from one side to the other as she cleaned around it. The girls seemed fascinated at watching a nine-year-old boy being cleaned like a baby and had a front row seat as I lay there helpless and naked. They would look me in the face from time to time to see my reaction to the sponge bath Naomi’s mom was giving me. Then Naomi’s mom stretched at my pee-pee with the soapy wash cloth to ensure that the wrinkles along its short shaft were clean. Each time she pulled at it, though, it would retract once again like a snail into its shell until there was nothing but a shaftless little head above my nutsack.

 

"Okay John, raise your legs baby so I can wash your bottom," Naomi’s mom requested.

 

I raised my legs and crossed my ankles as Juanita had taught me to do so Naomi’s mom could wash my butt with the soapy rag. Looking at Naomi’s moms face, I could see that she was so focused at what she was doing, being sure to get me totally clean and going over the sore areas as gently as she could. She made eye contact with me as I was looking at her and said with her beautiful smile.

 

"When I get your diaper on you you're going to feel so fresh and clean you're going to wish I changed your diapers all the time.” I got a chill down my spine as she said that. I was embarrassed and I think excited at the same time. I had known her and Naomi for years and was ashamed for them to see me having to wear diapers and even worse, having to change me, but they made me feel like everything was okay and even acted as though my having to wear diapers at nine years old was totally acceptable. It was almost as if she were preparing to put a band-aid on me instead of a diaper. The atmosphere was a sympathetic and loving one, not a "you should be ashamed of yourself!" kind of thing.

 

After cleaning me front and back with the soapy rag, Naomi’s mom took a couple wet rags and wiped off all the soap from my genitals and butt, a couple times just wringing out a wet rag over my penis and nut sack and letting the water run down between my legs to the folded towel beneath me.

 

Once she had all the soap off of me and dried me off she removed the towel that was under my butt, rolled the dirty wet diaper and rags up in it and then put a thick clean diaper under me.

 

"Now don’t you feel fresh and clean, honey?" Naomi’s mom asked talking a kinda baby talk again as she pulled the thick clean diaper up under my raised bottom. I shook my head yes.

 

"John, are you going to be okay with me putting a diaper on you? I don’t want you to be angry with me. You know I’m just doing what I have to do, baby," she said, looking concerned and sounding sympathetic.

 

Part 48

 

Naomi’s mom had me put my feet back down and lay there on my fresh thick diaper with my knees up and spread while she talked and patted me dry with a dry washcloth around my groin area. I did feel much cleaner than I ever had from Juanita’s diaper changes; she would just wipe me up and put another diaper on me.

 

Laying there naked on my diaper under the ceiling fan, still somewhat damp from the sponge bath was soothing and cooling to my rash as I lay there with my legs spread apart.

 

"I think I'm going to have to have a talk with your mother, honey, about making you wear diapers. I mean, if she put a diaper on you and made you wear it in the house all day. I can almost see that!"

 

As she talked I reached down to scratch an itch at the base of my penis where I think some of my diaper rash was being irritated by some soap residue. As soon as I started scratching however, my penis was getting hard and beginning to stand up.

 

"Uh-oh, looks like somebody woke up!" Naomi’s mom said teasingly as she watched it grow while I scratched. Embarrassed to have the girls see me laying there with my skinny little erection, I covered it with one hand while still scratching with the other. It itched so badly and the scratching felt so good I couldn’t stop.

 

"Baby, you're going to have to let me put something on that. You're going to scratch yourself raw," Naomi’s mom said as she rummaged through the diaper bag to see what Juanita had sent. She couldn’t find anything to treat an itch but the diaper rash cream, which was to prevent itching, but I already had itching, so Naomi’s mom went to the bathroom down the hall to get something from the medicine cabinet. I lay there naked on my diaper covering my erection and scratching myself while the girls watched and smiled. Naomi’s mom returned and sat beside me once again with some kind of anti itch stuff. I don’t know what it was.

 

"Here we go, John honey. This will stop the itching," she said as she waited for me to move my hands.

 

"Honey, you know I can’t help you with your hands in the way. Now, Carol and Nita’s Dad and brother are going to be here in a little bit. Don’t you think we better get your diaper on before they get here?” Naomi’s mom suggested in a baby-talk tone. Then she gently placed her hands on my wrists and pulled my hands away from covering myself saying, "Come on, John. Let’s get your diaper on. You don’t want to be laying here like this when Carol and Nita’s Dad and brother get here.”

 

So I moved my hands as she asked me to do. My little erection was hard as a rock and my nut sack drawn up and wrinkled like a prune. I turned my head to see Barbara and her girls sitting there with their eyebrows raised and mouths slightly opened; all eyes on my twitching, bobbing erect little pee-pee as Naomi’s mom prepared to rub the anti-itch cream around it.

 

"This will make you feel a lot better, honey, and make that old itch go away," Naomi’s mom said sweetly as she applied the ointment around my penis with her finger. My erect little pee-pee just seemed to get harder and harder as it wiggled from left to right and up and down as Naomi’s mom rubbed in the ointment all around it.

 

"I know Juanita’s going to give you a bath when she gets home, so I think we'll just use the baby oil instead of the diaper rash cream," She said as she began to oil my bottom and pubic area. Instead of having me raise my legs like Juanita had always done to oil my butt. She just oiled her hand and then forced it between my thighs and down my butt, running her fingers deeply into my butt crack as she rubbed it up and down my butt.

 

With my pubic area and butt all shiny and oily, Naomi’s mom wiped the excess oil from her hands and told me to raise my legs and cross my ankles again. Then she put baby powder all over my butt and some on the diaper under me. Then had me put my feet down again and covered my erect pee-pee and nut sack and pubic area with the baby powder as Naomi and Barbara and Barbara’s girls watched.

 

"There. I think we got you all ready for your diaper. Now, don’t you feel nice and clean, honey?" she asked sweetly as she sat the baby powder and other things aside.

 

"Now this wasn’t so bad, was it, John?" Naomi’s mom asked with her motherly smile and voice. I shook my head no. as I looked down at my erection sticking up, covered with baby oil and baby powder.

 

"Is my sweet boy ready for his diaper?" she asked with her smiling face down close to mine. I couldn’t help but smile back.

 

"John, is my sweet little boy ready for his diaper?" she asked again with her sweet motherly baby talk. Barbara and Naomi and the girls were giggling. It was just such an accepting pleasant atmosphere in the room. I couldn’t help smiling and shook my head yes. I think if I would have been old enough. I would have cum right there.

 

"See there, you want me to put your diaper on you, now don’t you, John?" she said happily as she picked up the diaper and began to pull it up between my thighs and over my rock hard pee-pee. As with Juanita, I lay there imagining what it would be like to actually be Naomi’s mom’s baby as she was diapering me. I think I craved the loving attention, though the whole diaper thing was embarrassing most the time, being nine years old, I think I wanted and needed someone to mother me. I think my mom being single so long and seeking men’s attention and going out so much when I was younger maybe made me feel abandoned and motherless. Maybe that’s partially why I messed my pants so much, at least on a subconscious level. But with the intentional humiliation element completely removed as I was being diapered at Naomi’s house. I discovered I actually loved being mothered and diapered like a baby.

 

Part 49

 

I felt lightheaded and everything around me seemed surreal as Naomi’s mom pulled the thick soft diaper up between my thighs and over my lower tummy. I was beginning to realize that being diapered was not only comforting to me but somehow arousing, though not yet in a sexual way. But I think I actually wanted to be a baby again but just wasn’t comfortable with other people witnessing it. I wanted other people to perceive me as a big boy and as very much a boy, but something inside me I think secretly wanted to be a baby again.

 

"Now don’t you feel nice and clean now, honey?" Naomi’s mom asked as she tugged the thick diaper snuggly between my legs.

 

"Yes," I answered also nodding my head.

 

"You know, honey, it's too bad you aren’t staying with me until your mother gets back. I'd have that diaper rash cured right away!" she added, sounding so motherly as she tightly pulled the left corners together and began putting a diaper pin in. I could feel my rock-hard powdered little pee-pee just throbbing in my diaper as I lay there watching Naomi’s mom diaper me.

 

"BARBARAAA! WE'RE HERE!" Carol and Nita’s dad hollered through the front screen door.

 

"COME ON IN AND SIT DOWN, BOB. WE'LL BE OUT IN A MINUTE!" Naomi’s mom hollered back.

 

The next thing I knew. Barbara’s husband Bob and her six-year-old son Bobby were standing at the bedroom door, looking amazed and surprised to have walked in on a boy my age laying there being diapered with all the females sitting around watching, I guess not knowing what to say having walked in on such a spectacle. And trying to be humorous, Bob asked, "What's a guy MY age got to do to be diapered by two beautiful women?" Everyone laughed and giggled. Then Barbara replied laughingly.

 

"Well, if you don’t get out of here and go sit down we'll put a diaper on you!" Then Bob, pretending to be running in slow motion, turned and went back to the living room, taking his son with him. Everyone was laughing as Bob left except me. While I was beginning to enjoy being diapered, I hated other people seeing it.

 

"John. Where's that beautiful smile you had a minute ago?" Naomi’s mom asked with a pouty lip and talking baby-talk. Then she leaned forward and shook her hair in my face, tickling me with it as she continued pinning the diaper on me.

 

"I want to see that beautiful smile, John!" she said a couple times as she tickled my face with her hair. I couldn’t help but laugh and Barbara and the girls laughed, too, as they watched Naomi’s mom shake her hair in my face.

 

I remember laying there squeezing my thighs together, feeling the thick soft cloth diaper that prevented me from bringing my legs together and my throbbing erection in my diaper and wondering why I was beginning to find the whole diaper thing as an arousing sensation.

 

After Naomi’s mom had put in the last diaper pin she put her hand gently on my cheek, and with her big beautiful Naomi like smile said, "John, I want you to know I really appreciate you being such a sweet boy letting me change your diaper without throwing a fit. I was so afraid you'd be angry with me and wouldn’t want to be my friend anymore."

 

The truth is, I loved her babying me and was kinda sorry it was over.

 

Then, as she Naomi’s mom looked me up and down, admiring the job she'd done diapering me, she placed her hand on the front of my thick diaper and looked me in the eyes and said, "You know, honey. I know this a hard time for you, but I just want you to know that you that you just look so darling in a diaper that if you weren’t so big. I could just pick you up and squeeze you!"

 

"I always thought he looked cute wearing a diaper, too," Naomi said sweetly as she looked at me. Carol and Nita just looked at me and smiled, I guess not knowing what to think about a nine-year-old boy wearing diapers.

 

"Well, I guess you kids can go out and play now. Juanita should be here before too much longer to pick you up, honey." I sat up and scooted across the bed in my thick new diaper and no more than got on my feet when Naomi took my hand and led me out of the bedroom. My penis was still throbbing in my diaper. It quickly began to subside when we met Bob and Bobby in the living room.

 

Part 50

 

Naomi led me out of her room where we were confronted by Carol and Nita’s dad and Barbara’s husband Bob, and little Bobby (6). They still looked shocked and puzzled to see such a big boy in a diaper.

 

"Whoa, Naomi. Who's your little friend here in the diaper?" Bob asked as he saw Naomi leading me by the hand.

 

"His name's John. He's my boyfriend, “Naomi said proudly and with a smile.

 

"Oh, I see. And why is your boyfriend wearing a diaper?" Bob asked, looking even more puzzled than before.

 

Now Naomi’s mom and Barbara and the girls were also in the room right behind us. Naomi’s mom stood behind me, put her hands on my shoulders and said, "This is John. Juanita had to drop him off here for awhile, but she should be here anytime to pick him up.”

 

Bob was a large, stocky, balding man with an intimidating voice and presence. But then, I hadn’t been around to many men anyway and felt frightened as I stood there in only a diaper as Bob inquired about me.

 

"Why are you wearing a diaper. What did you do, wet the bed or something?" he asked with a deep, loud, frightening voice, looking directly at me.

 

"No," I answered sheepishly.

 

Then Naomi’s mom, standing behind me, leaned over my shoulder, putting her face to mine, cheek to cheek. I could smell her perfume and her hair tickled my face as she began pulling up on my thick diaper in places, adjusting it as she talked to Bob.

 

"John's been having some accidents so his mom is making him wear diapers for awhile," Naomi’s mom explained to Bob as she adjusted my diaper, almost hugging me.

 

"He's been shitting his pants? You've been shitting your pants?" Bob asked in disbelief and looking disgusted.

 

"Honey, be nice!" Barbara suggested in a begging tone.

 

"Well he deserves to wear diapers, I have no sympathy for a boy his age who shits his pants!" Bob responded.

 

 You should be ashamed of yourself, shitting your pants at your age. Your mother did the right thing, making you wear diapers. You're just a big baby!" Bob said loudly, looking directly at me.

 

Then Naomi’s mom, still leaning over me with her arms around me, patted me on my diapered bottom and whispered in my ear, "Honey, you and Naomi go on outside."

 

"I've known John for a long time, Bob. He's a sweet boy, you just don’t know him," Naomi’s mom said in my defense.

 

"Well, there's no excuse for a boy his age to be shitting his pants and he should be ashamed to have all these girls seeing him running around in a diaper like a big baby!" I heard Bob say as we got to the back porch.

 

He was right. I was ashamed again. A few minutes ago as I lay studying Naomi’s mom’s face as she was putting a diaper on me I began to imagine what it would be like to be her baby and have her smother me in her mothering warmth. For the first time I was beginning to enjoy the idea of surrendering myself to a woman to be stripped , powdered and diapered like a baby, to be at her mercy and under her total control. But Bob slapped me back to reality. I can never be Naomi’s mom’s baby. Here I am ,standing on Naomi’s back porch wearing nothing but a diaper like a baby at nine years old, with all these girls looking at me. They must think I look ridiculous and stupid! I feel so ashamed as I stand there in my diaper and also confused about the new feelings I had been experiencing— total ecstasy one moment about the whole diaper thing and total shame the next. These are opposite sides of the same coin. That will remain with me for the rest of my life, as you will see later.

 

Just as Naomi was about to drag me out into the yard with Carol and Nita behind us, Juanita’s car came up the driveway.

 

"Mommmmmmmm! Mrs. Roberts is here!" Naomi yelled into the house.

 

Part 51