Name: Scott L. Ages: 12 Current Age: 19 Tanner is my little diaper-wearing brother. He’s 12. There are actually four of us. There’s me, Scott, I’m 19, then the twins Tracy and Evan, they’re 17, and Tanner is the baby. And by baby, we really mean baby. When Tanner was six our dad committed suicide by hanging himself. My mom was the one who found him and this turned her already hard and sometimes abusive personality into a completely cold and volatile one. She was quite spiteful for a while. Dad’s death put a lot of stress on all of us, but Tanner took it the hardest. He was a very difficult child from the very beginning. He would whine and cry all the time, and no matter what you did, he was NEVER happy with it. He was a bedwetter too, which resulted in spankings from Mom (or the belt from Dad when he was still alive) every single morning. By the time he was about four he was out of diapers during the day, but still wetting the bed at night at least once a week. When Dad died, however, it went from once a night to every night, and several times throughout the day. At first mom was slightly sympathetic. She didn’t spank him, but she did ridicule him and encouraged us to do the same. She felt that pissing his pants was no way to deal with Dad’s ‘abandonment’ as she called it. When after a month or two this didn’t stop, mom had had enough. Every wetting received a spanking, done by myself who was around 13 at the time. A few months went by and Tanner did not improve at all, and we were at our wits’ ends with spanking him (so was he!) and doing loads and loads of sheets and pants. Mom finally gave up and put him back into diapers. That was six, almost seven years ago if my math and memory aren’t failing me, and Tanner is still in diapers. He’s still a nasty little shit. He still whines and cries all the time and although he’s gained control over his pee and his poop, he still has very frequent accidents, so to humiliate him we keep him in diapers. Because he’s the baby, it’s pretty much our job to raise him. Mom works very long hours at Wal-Mart™ and the gas station, so when she’s done with work she comes home and gets drunk then either passes out or goes to bed. We don’t really see much of her ever. I’ll admit, Tanner has not had the best upbringing, but he’s such a little pain in the ass! So me and my other sibs have fun with him. Like on nights when he wakes up and he has to go pee, we don’t let him out of the room. It’s so funny when he starts to cry and tries to hold his penis through his diaper so that he won’t wet. We’ll hold him down and put our hands on the crotch of his diaper and laugh at him when he can’t hold it any longer and he wets. Other times we’ll all follow him into the bathroom and me and Evan will hold him in front of the toilet with his arms behind his back and let Tracy aim. Because he’s starting to go through puberty, his little penis sometimes gets hard, and Tracy rubs it so he gets a boner and can’t pee. Then he gets a spanking for ‘lying’ about having to go to the bathroom and we put his diaper back on him! Then he struggles because we rub his little boner through the diaper but we don’t let him have an orgasm. We untape his diaper and make him masturbate until he has a dry orgasm. Then once he’s finished, we let him wet his diaper and worry about it in the morning. Tanner has a potty chair that he’s supposed to sit on every morning after he’s woken up wet. He gets a spanking some days, but not ALWAYS, but then he has to go sit on his chair until he goes pee. Tracey is fascinated by his tiny penis. She always is walking by and either looking at it, or playing with it until it’s hard. We all love to bring him just to the brink of orgasm and then hold him down until he’s soft and then start all over again. If he had sperm, his balls would have BURST by now. The best thing to do though is to make him act like the baby he really is. I’ll update that though later. Right now Evan has just informed me that he caught Tanner masturbating without permission.