MY TRUE DIAPER STORY: I have been interested in diapers ever since I was a 4 or 5-year-old boy. Then the following happened when I was 12-years-old that really got me hooked: One day after school, my mother told me that she was going to be sent to her company s main office for a one-month assignment in July. However, the main office was in New York City and we lived in Atlanta. She continued that July was still a few months away, and she had plenty of time to make arrangements for me to stay with someone. I told my mother I wanted to go with her, but she said that would be impossible as she would be working the entire time and sleeping in a hotel. The thought of this upset me, as I had never been separated from my mother this long before. As July approached, I found out whom I would be staying with. One of my mother s friends recommended that I should stay with a mother and daughter, named Karen and Cindy, who lived several miles away. These two women had babysat for my mother s friend s toddler many times before. I told my mother that I was almost 13 and didn t need a "babysitter", but she said that I couldn t stay home alone because I was just too young for that. A few weeks before her trip, my mother took me to meet with Karen and Cindy. I was shocked when I saw Karen (who was in her mid-thirties) and Cindy (who was nineteen). These women were beautiful! They were tall blondes, over six feet, with amazing looks and figures! I was extremely tiny for my age, and they towered over me like gorgeous amazons! It was no surprise that Karen had won several beauty pageants in the past, and that Cindy did occasional modeling work. Even though I was in awe of their beauty, I instantly developed crushes on both of them! The two women usually worked part-time as waitresses in a fancy restaurant. They rarely worked during the same shift together. Karen had a four-year-old daughter named Sue, and Cindy had a two-year old daughter named Annie, and this way, at least one of the women was around to watch the kids. Neither Karen nor Cindy was married. A few weeks later, my mother dropped me off at Karen and Cindy s house. My attention was again captured by how astonishingly HOT! both women looked!! Even the kids, Sue and Annie, were exceptionally pretty. My mother said she would be back in a month, and she told me to obey Karen and Cindy in the meantime. As soon as my mother left, to my surprise, I started weeping for no apparent reason. Karen and Cindy tried to console me, saying things like, "Don t worry, your mommy will be back soon," and, We ll take good care of you, Honey." Karen even handed me a stuffed animal to hold. I felt so immature. My stay continued with Karen and Cindy acting extremely motherly towards me. They were very affectionate, continually picking me up, hugging and kissing me, and coddling me. I had grown up with little affection, and all their attention felt really special to me. Nevertheless, Karen and Cindy could also be quite strict at times. They treated me way younger than 12, probably due in part to my tiny size. I was exceptionally small for 12-years-old. (At school, I was by far the smallest in my class, and the other kids called me "shrimp" and "baby face.") The women seemed to consider me to be much more like Sue (Karen s naughty four-year-old) than the 12-year old boy I was. Karen and Cindy wouldn t let me go outside alone or even watch my favorite TV shows, saying that I was too young for that kind of stuff." They actually expected me to stay inside and be happy playing with Sue and Annie and their babyish toys. Moreover, if I didn t play nicely or immediately do as I was told, they scolded me in the same baby-talk tone they used on Sue and Annie. And if Sue or Annie misbehaved, the women included me in the "timeouts," making us stand silently in opposite corners of the room for 5 or 10 minutes or until we learned to "behave." The women even forced me take naps with the girls during the middle of the day! I found this type of juvenile treatment highly embarrassing, and I often blushed, which the women found amusing. Karen and Cindy were especially tough about Sue, Annie and me always being washed and wearing spotlessly clean clothes. Annie was only two, and while she was starting to potty-train, she still wore diapers. The woman usually dressed Annie in short dresses and skirts, often with lots of her diaper showing. Karen or Cindy would often change Annie s diaper in my presence, sometimes handing me the used diaper to dispose of in the trash pail. I felt bashful doing this, and the women found this funny. Sometimes, especially in the morning, the women would only be wearing nightgowns or lingerie while changing Annie. I found this highly arousing! One time, when I thought everyone was busy watching TV downstairs, I couldn t restrain myself any longer. I went into Annie s room and took a Pamper from beneath her changing table. I began rubbing myself with the soft, smooth Pamper. However, I was startled by Annie s mother, Cindy, who entered the room unexpectedly. She asked me what I was doing. I blushed all over and quickly put down the Pamper. She laughed and said if she ever caught me playing with Annie s Pampers again, she would make me wear one! I felt ashamed and ran out of the room. However, I found Cindy s threat extremely arousing too!!! After I was at Karen and Cindy s house for about a week, Saturday came, and neither woman had a waitress shift that particular day. So they decided that we should go on a trip to the shopping mall. This turned out to be a most memorable trip for me! It was a very hot day. Our visit to the mall began fine. We passed the food court several times, and I took the opportunity to load-up on plenty of Coke-Cola. At school, we had discovered that the caffeine and sugar could give you quite a buzz, and I was sort of addicted to it. At one point, we went into a lingerie shop, and watching Karen and Cindy buying some sexy lingerie added to my head-rush and excitement! As time passed, Sue and Annie started acting-out more and more by running around, whining to go home, crying, etc. This eventually got on Karen and Cindy s nerves. Finally, they decided it was time to leave. I had drunk lots of Coke-Cola and Karen asked me if needed to go to the bathroom. I said, "Yes, I do," and we all headed over to the restroom. Cindy took Sue and Annie into the ladies room with her. Karen took my hand and started leading me into the lady's room. I stopped walking, and she asked me what was wrong. I told her I used the men s room, and she seemed surprised, like I was too little or something. She sternly said we were in a mall and she needed to keep an eye on me, and that it was okay for me to use the lady s room. She resumed leading me into the lady s room, but I stopped, telling her I didn t need to go to the bathroom after all. She asked me if I was sure. I replied that I was sure, it must have been a false alarm, I really didn t need to go at all. However, during the drive home, while sitting in the back seat beside Sue and Annie, I felt a strong urge to pee. I didn t want to say anything, because earlier I told Karen that I didn t need to use the bathroom even though she wanted me to. Making things worse, only the left lane of the highway was open, as the right lanes were undergoing construction. Traffic became very slow, and my need to pee became stronger and stronger. I had eaten some chocolate-chip cookies with all the Coke-Cola, and now I was feeling a stomachache with a need to poop as well. I began fidgeting and sweating in the back seat, and this became noticeable. Karen saw me in the rearview mirror and asked me what was wrong. I became nervous which only made me have to pee and poop more. I told her I had to go to the bathroom. She was annoyed and said I should have gone back at the mall like she wanted me to. She snapped that now I would just have to wait because there was no where for her to pull over. (The highway s right lanes continued to be closed, and the left had railings, with nowhere to stop.) Cindy said that the next exit was several miles away, and if it was open, we could pull-off, and I could go pee-pee in some trees or bushes. I didn t want to make everyone more annoyed, so I assured them I could certainly hold it in until we were able to pull off somewhere. Traffic remained slow and the exit was taking a long while to reach. More and more time went by and my need to pee and poop became unbearable! I rocked back and forth in agony, clutching my groin and my buttocks together so that nothing would come out. I had a painful stomachache too. Finally, Cindy spotted the approaching exit, and the construction came to an end. Karen said, "Hold on, we re pulling-off now." I barely managed to whimper, "Hurry, please hurry." Then, shockingly, as we began to exit, I felt a huge burst of warm urine wetting my pants, the car seat, etc. (I was stunned! I had never done such a thing before.) Adding to my woes, poop came out too. I felt fear, shame, tremendous relief, and arousal, all together! It was bizarre. After a few moments, I was totally drenched with pee and I had also pooped. I didn t know what to say or do. I nervously stammered that it was okay, I didn t have to go anymore, and that we should just continue home. Cindy said, "What, after all that?" and she turned around to give me an angry look. Cindy saw that my pants were soaking wet, and she shrieked, "Mom, Robby pee-peed all over himself!!!" I was so embarrassed! I just bowed my head, and tears filled my eyes. Karen scolded me, and Sue and Annie laughed. I was mortified! Karen drove up to a picnic area and ordered me out of the car. She was angry. As I stood outside in my sopping wet pants, she tried to dry the car s seat with some napkins, but it didn t work well. It was mid- afternoon, and the picnic area was crowded with families eating and lounging. Many people were close by and could see the commotion, adding to my embarrassment. Soon, the women s attention turned back to me. Cindy, said, "Mom, it looks like we have two little babies to take care of." Karen replied, "You re right, Cindy, and we need to get this one out of his wet pants right away." And with that, Karen untied my sneakers and took them off. She then undid my belt and fly, and pulled down my soggy pants. As I stood there very embarrassed, only wearing my T-shirt and soaking-wet briefs, Karen spread out my wet pants on the grass in the sun so they could begin to dry. Then, before I knew it, Karen angrily yanked down my wet briefs. She became even more irate when she saw the poop in them. As she walked over to a bush and shook the poop out, Karen continued scolding me as if I were a two-year-old. Karen then laid my wet, soiled briefs next to my wet pants and sneakers. She was really furious with me, and she said I was, "A very bad little baby." Next, Karen marched back to the car and took out a colorful bag, with big alphabet letters all over it. I recognized it to be Annie s diaper bag. As I stood there naked and blushing, Karen took out Annie s matching changing pad and spread it open on a nearby bench. She then held out her hands and ordered me to, "Come over here, naughty baby." I couldn t believe it! I just froze in my tracks. I couldn t move. Then Cindy laughed and hollered, "Mom, are you going to put him back in diapers?" Karen replied, "Sure am! What else do you do with a little baby who still wets and messes all over himself?" I was stunned! At once I felt shock, horror, and tremendous excitement!!! I just stood there, stuck in place, and Karen threatened that I better not make her wait any longer. As I stood there frozen in fear, Cindy grabbed me from behind and carried me to her mother, laying me down on Annie s changing pad. As I lay naked on the changing pad like a two-year-old, the women and girls were all laughing at me. More tears formed in my eyes and Cindy teased me to stop because, "Nobody likes a crybaby." Then Karen took baby wipes out of the diaper bag and she ordered me to "be still" as she began cleaning me. She even lifted my feet up and spread my legs apart so she could clean my crotch and my butt as if I was a helpless infant! Then she slid a puffy, soft, smooth Pamper under me. Next, she rubbed me with some smelly diaper-rash lotion. She followed this with a liberal dousing of baby powder. By this time, I surely smelled like a baby. Some older kids in the background could see us, and I heard some laughter. Since I was so tiny for my age, and Karen and Cindy were so huge, and even Sue and Annie were extremely large for their ages, the kids probably assumed that some 4 or 5-year-old was being diapered for having an accident in his pants. (In a way I was glad that the onlookers didn t know I was almost 13. However, I knew, and I was extremely mortified!) Karen fastened the Pamper securely in place and said that the new baby was ready now. Karen then picked me up and carried me back to the car. I felt a strong head-rush and I developed an erection inside my diaper. Also I couldn t help but be intensely aware of Karen s and Cindy s shapely breasts and buttocks, and of how I had just been transformed into a baby. Karen left me standing beside the car while she took out an extra baby- seat from the trunk, one that she kept for driving her little nephew. She said that I couldn t sit on the car s seat again because it was still wet, so I would have to sit in the baby-seat instead. As Cindy and the others continued giggling, I just stood by the car trying in vain to shield my Pamper from view. Karen put the baby-seat next to Sue s and Annie s baby-seats and attached the car s seat-buckle. She then lifted me, plopped me in the baby-seat, and strapped me in very securely, warning me not to try to get out. (The baby seat had a harness with restraints that would have been difficult for me to undo anyway.) Then Cindy and Karen strapped Sue and Annie into their baby- seats besides me. I felt so infantile sitting there strapped into a baby seat and wearing a diaper, under the complete control of two beautiful women!! (I also felt very emotional, warm all over, and extremely aroused!!) Karen then put my wet, soiled clothes in the car s trunk, and we left. As we drove away, Karen mentioned that we should stop at the supermarket because she needed some things. Cindy agreed, adding that they were low on diapers and wipes, "Especially since we have two babies now", she said. When we arrived at the supermarket, Cindy went inside while Karen stayed in the car watching Sue, Annie, and me. I felt very weird, and I kept looking down and touching my Pamper. Karen noticed this, and in a baby-talk voice, she asked me what was wrong and if I needed my diaper changed already. I blushed and whimpered, "No", as Karen and the girls laughed. A short while later, Cindy came out with several bags. Since my wet, dirty clothes were in the car s trunk, Cindy put the bags of groceries on the floor beneath our baby-seats. Sticking out of one of the bags was a huge pack of Pampers, and a big box of baby wipes was at the top of another bag. It felt extremely erotic realizing that some of the Pampers and wipes were intended for me, and I continued having an uncontrollable erection in my diaper! When we finally arrived home, I was released from my baby-seat and taken inside the house. When we got in, Cindy checked to see if Annie s diaper was wet by sticking her finger up one of her daughter s leg openings. Then Cindy did the same thing to me. She then sniffed around both of our butts, and happily said that we "were both dry and clean." A smiling Cindy then put a tape of Sesame Street on the VCR and told Sue, Annie, and me to watch it while she and her mother, Karen, prepare dinner. As I sat there watching Sesame Street as I was told, I felt exactly like a real baby again. At dinnertime, I felt very peculiar sitting at the table in my diaper. I was totally aware of my soft, smooth Pamper as it rubbed against the chair. I continued to smell the strong aroma of my baby powder and lotion. Then, as Cindy was lifting Annie into her highchair next to me, her dress got completely raised up. I was very excited getting a full view of Annie s Pamper inches from my face. I got even more excited when I realized that I looked just like her in my Pamper too!! Then four-year-old Sue began singing and teasing, and calling me a "diaper baby." Even Annie laughed at me until the women told them to stop. As everyone enjoyed dinner, I felt too self-conscience and aroused to eat anything myself. Karen and Cindy scolded me for not eating, and then Karen cut my food up into tiny pieces and began feeding me. I was even more embarrassed. To make things worse, it was very chewy meat and some mushy vegetables that I didn t like at all. I wasn t swallowing it, just rolling it in around in my mouth and cheeks as Karen continued to feed me. I eventually gagged and hat to spit most of the food out. This made Karen very mad and she asked me if I wanted a spanking. I whimpered no, that I just don t like meat or vegetables. Karen took my plate away and angrily emptied it into the trash pail. She demanded that I must put something in my tummy before bedtime. Karen then went over to the cabinet and took out a baby bottle. She filled it with milk, stirred in some kind of additive, and put it in the microwave oven. She then gave the warm bottle to me saying, "Since you couldn t chew your meat or vegetables like a big boy, here s a bah-bah you should be able to handle." Sue and Annie started laughing at me again, and they wouldn t stop. I was extremely embarrassed and blushing, so Karen said I could take my bah-bah into the other room and watch TV while everyone else had dessert. She warned me, though, that I d better have the bah-bah finished by the time she came in to check on me. I felt extremely infantile sitting on the couch in a Pamper, suckling from a bottle. Also, even though it was a real baby bottle, it seemed quite big and full to me. I drank more than half of it, but it had a strange taste. I figured since I drank most of it, Karen wouldn t mind. However, a short while later, Karen came into the living room and the first thing she did was check the level of my bottle. She became very angry when she saw it wasn t empty. I told her it didn t taste good, but she said that s too bad, I still needed to finish it. Karen was going to clean the dishes, so she asked for Cindy to make sure I finished my "bah-bah." While Karen did the dishes with Sue helping her in the kitchen, Cindy and Annie came into the living room with me. Cindy then picked me up laid me across her warm, comfortable lap. She gently cradled me, and then she firmly stuck the bottle s nipple in my mouth and held it there, telling me to suck from it. Little Annie watched all this and giggled. Cindy acted like all this was totally normal. She nonchalantly watched TV while she held me on her lap and fed me the warm bottle. When I had finally finished the bottle, Cindy said I had been very good, and she patted me on the back and kissed me. A few moments later, Karen and Sue joined us in the living room. Cindy told Karen I had finished all of my bah-bah, and Karen was pleased. I was so embarrassed. I was even more embarrassed when Karen looked at me and asked if I needed to be changed. I anxiously whimpered, "No, no, I don t." Cindy seemed to think I might be fibbing, so she stuck her finger up a leg opening of my Pamper and felt for herself. Then she sniffed around my butt and announced, "No mom, he s okay." I remained on Cindy s lovely lap, watching TV, as she continued to cuddle me. A while later, at about 7:00 pm, Karen and Cindy announced it was, "Babies bedtime." I didn t pay attention at first, as I thought they meant Annie and Sue. However, I soon discovered they meant Annie and me! I protested that it was only 7:00 pm, and it was even still light outside. I told them I usually stayed up until after midnight on Saturdays watching my favorite TV shows. The women didn t seem to believe me or to care. They just demanded that I was going to go to get ready for bed immediately! I think all of the excitement and stress of the day had caught up with me, as I started sobbing a bit. Cindy then threatened she would really give me something to cry about if I didn t behave and get ready for bed now! Annie didn t want to go to bed yet either, so Karen sternly picked her up and carried her away, and Cindy did the same to me. Sue sat on the couch laughing at us, but Cindy reminded Sue that Sue only had an hour left to stay up herself. Karen and Cindy carried Annie and me into the bathroom, saying we needed baths. The women then removed our diapers. Karen looked inside the diapers and said we should have fresh ones to go to bed in, so she discarded them. I was put in the bathtub first, and Annie was made to sit on her big red potty-chair. Annie kept complaining and squirming around on her potty-chair, and then she got up. Cindy scolded Annie loudly, sat her back down, and fastened the chair s seatbelt around her waist, ordering her to be still and, "Make potty." As Annie sat there whining to be let off, the two women ignored her. They bathed me like an infant, washing me from head to toe, using a soapy washcloth all over my body, including my crotch and butt. Then they took me out of the tub and dried me off. By this time, Annie had gone potty. As Cindy emptied the potty-chair s pail into the toilet, the women praised Annie. Then Cindy looked at me and said in a sweet tone, "It s your turn on the potty." I hesitated and just stared at her. She told me, "Go ahead, sit on the potty-chair and make before you go to bed." I told her I didn t need to, but she said I had to. I looked at Karen, and she said, "You heard her, go sit on the potty and try to make for us." I just stood there hesitating, so Cindy grabbed me by the arm, sat me down on the potty-chair, and said, "I see you need the seatbelt too," and she fastened it tightly around my waist. Then the women began bathing Annie. A few moments later, Sue peeked in the door and saw me strapped in the potty-chair and began pointing and laughing at me. Cindy told her to behave and pushed her away from the door. I sat there a long time, but I was much too tensed- up and embarrassed to go to the bathroom like they wanted me to. When they finally finished bathing and drying Annie, they undid my seatbelt and let me off the potty-chair. When the women saw nothing in the pail, they were very disappointed. They said that Annie had been good, but I had been bad. Cindy then asked her mother Karen if Karen could finish putting "the babies" to bed by herself, because she needed to get ready to go out on her date. Karen said sure, and she led Annie and me into Annie s room. As I stood by, Karen lifted Annie onto the changing table. Cindy rubbed baby lotion, powder, etc. on Annie, and she followed this with a fresh Pamper. She then laid Annie in her crib, tucked her in, and raised the crib s bars into place. Karen then picked me up and put me on the changing table. She diapered me exactly the same as she had done to Annie. I quickly developed another uncontrollable erection inside my new diaper. There was a second crib in the room that used to be Sue s, but now Sue had a regular bed in the next room. Karen carried me over to the other crib and began laying me inside. It had very infantile sheets with circus-animal designs and a matching baby blanket. I whimpered that I didn t need to sleep in a baby s bed. Karen replied, "Oh yes, you do. I m not taking a chance on you ruining a good mattress with a leaky diaper." She went on to explain that cribs had waterproof mattresses in case babies like me had "leaky diapers." She then tucked me inside the soft, comfortable crib. She raised up the crib s bars, snapping them securely into place. The bars around both cribs were really high, but Karen sternly warned Annie and me not to try to climb out or to take off our diapers because we would be spanked. Karen then sat down and read Annie and me some of "Snow White." Near the end, Cindy walked in all dolled-up with make-up, a mini-skirt, high-heels, etc., ready to go out on her date. She looked absolutely STUNNING! The women then kissed Annie and me goodnight and left the room. (It really seemed that the women considered my baby treatment to be completely normal.) As I lay there in my crib, I heard Cindy drive off. A short while later, a heard another car pull up, and a man came in to visit with Karen. I could hear them talking and watching TV in the living room as I lay in my crib. I felt just like a little infant who had been put to bed as the big people were just beginning the evening. I lay there so aroused and excited about the day s events, I had a stiff erection and was unable to fall asleep. Once-in-a-while, Karen would come in to check on Annie and me. If we were still awake, she would be annoyed, so I pretended to be asleep. (However, I continued to feel highly aroused and just couldn t fall asleep.) Karen would walk quietly over to our cribs without saying anything, and then stick her finger up a leg opening of our diapers. She would also sniff around our butts. We both continued to be dry and clean for the time being. Karen would then return to her guest in the living room. As some hours passed by, I finally drifted into sleep. However, I later awoke with an urge to pee. I must have forgotten where I was for a moment, because I started to get up to use the bathroom. When I bumped my head on the crib s bars, I quickly remembered exactly where I was; lying inside a crib, back in diapers. As I lay there with an increasing need to pee, Karen again entered the room. She checked Annie and found that she needed to be changed, so she carried her over to the changing table. I lay there pretending to be asleep, but I was peeking through the crib s bars, excitedly watching Karen change Annie. Karen was wearing a sexy negligee now, revealing much of her amazing figure! This only added to my excitement! Annie was whining a bit, so Karen softly whispered baby talk to her while she changed her Pamper. When Karen finished with Annie, she put her back in her crib and came over to me. I had to pee very badly, and it hurt a lot. However, I was so embarrassed that I just closed my eyes, held it in, and pretended to be asleep, wishing the pain would go away. As before, Karen stuck her finger up my diaper and sniffed my butt. She then pulled my little baby-blanket back over me, and left. I must have strained my bladder and bowel muscles or something from the day s earlier accident, because just a while later, I couldn t hold it in any longer. I lost control again, and I peed and pooped my Pamper. I laid there feeling very bizarre in my warm, wet and dirty diaper! As more time went by, I felt sleepy, and I drifted off again. Some time later, it was probably about 2 or 3 a.m., I was awakened by Annie, who was crying. She had some kind of gum problem or toothache, and she was yelling loudly. A few moments later, Karen came into the room, still in her sexy negligee. A moment after that, I glimpsed Cindy enter the room, as she had been home from her date. As I continued peeking, I realized that Cindy was only wearing a bra and panties! Karen asked, "What s wrong, Baby?" and Annie pointed to her mouth. As Karen gently cradled Annie back and forth, Cindy got out some medication and applied it to Annie s gums. I was really getting turned- on by all of this, watching the women tend Annie while wearing sexy lingerie. But it suddenly re-occurred to me that I too had a problem; I had thoroughly peed and pooped my Pamper! I realized the women were going to notice this when they finished with Annie, and I was in for further embarrassment. Sure enough, as Karen continued comforting Annie, Cindy came over to check on me. Despite the commotion and the bright lights that had been put on, I pretended to be asleep. Nevertheless, Cindy stuck her finger up my diaper and announced that I was very wet. She then sniffed my butt and said that I had pooped too. This seemed to make Annie stop crying and she even giggled a bit. Cindy then picked me up and carried me over to the changing table. I pretended to just wake up, and I opened my eyes. I saw Cindy s gorgeous face smiling at me. She said in a very sweet, baby-talk tone of voice, "Oooh, my other baby is so cute too! But he needs to have his diaper changed verwweey, badleeey." I was so mortified, yet extremely excited!!! Just then, Sue walked in and asked what all the noise was about. She saw me up on the changing table with her mother preparing to change me like a helpless infant. Sue started laughing, and Karen told her to be quiet. Cindy could tell I was upset, so she gently took off my diaper while continuing to baby talk me. Cindy was careful not to let anything come out of my diaper, as she remarked that it was "really full." I was so mortified that I had tears in my eyes. Sue laughed even more when Cindy began cleaning my butt and wiping my crotch with baby-wipes. I felt so ashamed but I turned my attention back to Cindy. She was only wearing her silky bra and panties as she cleaned me up, and I couldn t help but stare at her luscious breasts as they jiggled and bounced above me! I don t know if Cindy noticed this, but she didn t pay me any mind. She just continued putting on baby lotion, powder, and a new Pamper on me. When Cindy finished, she playfully pinched and tickled me, and then she and Karen kissed and tickled me more. Cindy tucked me back into my crib. As they all walked out, little Sue yelled back to Annie and me, "Now go to sleep, you bad diaper babies!" The next morning, despite my pleading to the contrary, the women decided to keep me in diapers for one more day. I begged them not to, but they said I needed more time to" regain control of my peeing and pooping," and that they didn t want me having an accident in the house. ROBBY D.