When I was five years old I had pooped my pants once. My mother told me 
that if I was going to mess my pants like a baby, than I was going to 
be treated like a baby. With that she took me to the store, bought some 
diaper, powder, b-food, binkies, bibs, and some baby clothes. When we 
got home she stripped me off and threw way all of my big boy clothes. 
Then she laid me down on the floor and diapered me. Once she was all 
done she put me in some feety pajamas, and placed a binky in my mouth. 
Then she put the other baby items away in my dresser. Then she made me 
crawl, out to the living where my dad was watching sports. She then put 
me in the playpen that she had just set up. Then she told me that I was 
always to wear diapers 24/7. I can not talk and, walk. When I needed 
changing I would have to wait until my mom or dad was not busy. I would 
have eat in a high chair, drink from a bottle, play in a playpen, sleep 
in a crib, ride in a car seat, and sit in a stroller. This was my new 
life. If I was going to act like a baby, than I was going to be treated 
like a baby. 

Over the next years, I was treated just like a new born infant. In 
fact, I am still treated that way as an adult.