When I  was 14,  I was  a foster  child.  I had been in
several foster  homes before  I went to live with the Murphy
family.   I had  problems with  bedwetting and  none of  the
other homes  I lived in wanted to put up with me.  Mr Murphy
was a  nice man  but strict.  Mrs Murphy was a big woman and
very kind.   The  Murphy's owned  a farm  and they were in a
pretty remote part of Missouri.
     I'd been  getting kicked  around from  home to  home so
much I was a wreck.  Some of my previous foster parents were
quite abusive  by spanking  me and  smearing my wet or messy
pants in  my face.   When  I moved in with the Murphy's they
made it  plain that  they would tolerate my wetting at night
but I  would be wearing diapers until it stopped.  As far as
day  time  accidents  went,  they  told  me  that  if  those
occurred, they would deal with them appropriately.
     The first  week of  night time  diapers were different.
They helped  me get into my diapers at around 8 at night.  I
got to watch TV until 9 and then to bed.  I remember sitting
in the  living room  watching TV  with them  and feeling  so
strange on  account of the diapers.  Every morning I woke up
wet, and  every morning  after breakfast  I was stripped and
Mrs Murphy gave me a bath before school.
     When summer came, this routine continued, but sometimes
I didn't  get my  bath until  later in  the morning.   I got
used to  being in  a wet  diaper and  sometimes I  would wet
after I woke up.  One time, after I had been given my bath I
forgot I wasn't in a diaper and I wet my pants.  I was given
a spanking and made to wear a diaper all day (nothing else),
but I  didn't mind  too much since it was a typical Missouri
summer and  the cloth  diapers were  cooler than  my shorts.
But later  that day I had to poop.  Mrs Murphy made me go in
my diaper.   I was real embarrassed but it wasn't what I had
expected.   It felt real nice and warm and mushy.  I kind of
liked it.   The  next day,  I wet myself again, this time on
purpose.   Mr Murphy  didn't say a word, he just went to the
wood shed  and started working.  Mrs Murphy put me back in a
diaper and  asked me  if I liked being a baby.  I, of course
said no.   She  told me  that since  I was  starting to have
daytime accidents  she thought  maybe I should be in diapers
around the  clock.   "In fact", she said, "We'll keep you in
diapers this week and see how things work out."
     About this  time Mr  Murphy brought in an old crib that
had been  in storage.   He  fixed  it  up  in  my  room  and
reenforced the  frame so  it would  hold a  larger,  heavier
mattress.  He said that he thought I was acting like a baby,
dressing like  a baby,  and that  I might  as well just be a
baby.
     That day  I was  fed in  a high  chair, had  my diapers
changed for  being wet  and messy and I was actually getting
to like being treated as a baby.
     One day  when I messed my diaper I was out in the woods
alone.  All I had on was my diaper and plastic pants.  I sat
down and started to feel the poop ooze around my diaper.  As
I sat  there I got a sensation in my wee wee.  I was getting
sexually excited and I reached into my diaper and started to
masturbate.  I was getting poop all over my hands and I felt
like such a baby.  Just then Mr Murphy came up the path.  He
saw what  I was up to and came over and grabbed me.  He gave
me a  spanking and  carried me  back to  the house  over his
shoulder.   Mrs Murphy  was there  and when she saw my hands
and the  poop smeared  in my  plastic pants,  on my legs and
stomach, she  knew what was happening.  Mr Murphy took me to
the hose  next to  the house and stripped off my diaper.  He
hosed me off and took me inside naked.
     Then he  took me  to my room and put me in my crib.  He
said he  would come  up with a suitable punishment and left.
I was  scared.   I knew he was mad but I didn't know what to
expect.  When he came back he and Mrs Murphy took a stack of
my diapers  and pinned  them on me.  I had never had so many
diapers on.   There  must have  at least  10 diapers in that
stack.  Then I was crammed into my plastic pants.  They then
put some  baby clothes  on me.  Mrs Murphy had been sewing a
sleeper for  me for  some time, but this had no holes to let
my hands  get through,  instead it  just had  mittens.  More
disturbing was  the fact that this sleeper had straps coming
off the legs and arms and when I was put into the crib I was
tied down with these.  I knew I was in for it...

(To be continued)