    A Mother's Solution

    Summary: This is a story, of a 13 year old boy, who is discovered
    wearing a diaper, and is humiliated and embarrassed by his friends.
    Little do they know, that their punishment to come, is as humiliating
    and embarrassing as their treatment of their friend. Hope you like the
    story, for it is my first!

                              A Mother's Solution
                                   Chapter 1

    	It was Saturday morning, and school had let out for the summer. I
    had jumped out of bed and headed to the kitchen, for some breakfast. I
    made a bowl of cereal and headed to the living room to watch Speed
    Racer, which is my favorite cartoon. Soon my mom was up and said "good
    morning" as she made her way to the kitchen to make her morning cup of
    coffee. I got up to take my dishes to the kitchen after my cartoons
    went off. As I walked in the kitchen my mom asked," what are you going
    to do for your first day of summer vacation?"
    	I told her that I planned on going over to Tony's house to go
    swimming. It was a tradition, the first day of summer vacation.
    	"Are you forgetting something, young man?", my mother said, in a
    reminding type manner. I knew exactly what she was talking about. I was
    hoping she had forgotten all about it. No such luck. Mothers have a
    memory like an elephant. They never forget!
    	My name is Jimmy, and I am thirteen years old. I have what they
    call night-time accidents. To be specific, bedwetting accidents. The
    doctors say that when I sleep, my bladder muscles fully relax, causing
    me to wet myself. My mom tried everything under the sun to help cure,
    or at least, lessen my wetting problem. The only solution she had was
    to put me back in diapers. Sometimes when my sister is on a mean-streak
    she will tease me about having to wear diapers. One time my sister had
    a friend spend the night and cracked the door to my room to watch my
    mom diaper me before bedtime because I don't know how. I heard them
    giggling at the door and my mom ordered them back to my sister's room.
    I had it with my sister's taunting. So, a couple of nights ago I went
    in her room, and deliberately peed on her bed. Not in my pants, of
    course. When my sister discovered what I had done she told my mom.
    Needless to say, my mom was furious. I was scolded by my mother, and
    was told of my punishment, right in front of my sister.
    	"This Saturday (which is today), you are going to be put into
    diapers for the whole day, since you insist on acting like a baby." I
    pleaded with her not to do that to me, all the while, my sister,
    standing behind my mom, sticking her tongue out, and covering her mouth
    and pointing and laughing at me, in a silent manner.
    	Now that it was Saturday, my punishment was to begin. I told my
    mom that I was going to Tony's house, to go swimming, because it was
    tradition to kick-off summer vacation.
    	"You knew about your punishment, young man," she said in a stern,
    yet, sympathetic tone.
    	"I certainly did indeed", I thought to myself.
    	"The only way your leaving this house young man, is in a diaper.
    Otherwise, you are not going anywhere," she said in a matter-of-fact
    way. I couldn't believe my ears. There was no way I was getting out of
    this situation.
    	"You can still, go to Tony's house if you want," my mom said.
    	"I can't, wearing a diaper," I replied. The problem with going to
    Tony's house wearing a diaper is that I wear cloth diapers, and they
    are so bulky, even under my clothes. My mom had an idea. She told me I
    can wear the swim trunks that were big on me and they would conceal the
    diaper. At this point I would try anything, to get out of the house. My
    mom had summoned me to the nursery, which was there for the kids she
    used to baby-sit, when she had a babysitting business. She figured she
    would keep it a nursery because it was convenient for her (actually for
    me). I walked in to the nursery, and she had me climb up on the
    changing table. I was told to remove my clothing as she fetched some
    items beneath the changing table. When she stood back up she was
    holding diapers (three to be exact), baby powder, diaper pins in her
    mouth, and last, but certainly not least, my plastic pants.
    	I was told to lie back as she expertly folded the diapers and
    slipped them under my bottom. She had to diaper me because when I tried
    doing it I stuck myself several times with the pins. She said that it's
    best to leave it to the pros. As I lay on the changing table she took
    the baby powder and began to apply it liberally onto my diaper area. I
    told her baby powder was not necessary, but she proceeded despite my
    protest. I smelled so babyish. It was so embarrassing. She said it
    would prevent diaper rash, especially with this hot summer weather.
    	After she was done powdering she took the mass of cloth and
    brought it up and over my groin area, taking each corner, and pinning
    it firmly in place. My mom was such an expert at diapering that it
    would have felt as if I were wearing underwear, if not for the bulk
    between my crotch. I asked her why she put so many diapers on me. She
    said if I was going in the pool, I needed extra absorption in case the
    plastic pants didn't seal. Her having said that, now proceeded to shake
    out the plastic pants. It was such a humiliating sound. It was like
    someone running their fingernails, across a chalkboard. I dreaded it.
    She proceeded to slip them up my legs, me lifting my bottom slightly so
    she could pull them around the backside and over the front. I knew the
    drill all too well.
    	Now, generously diapered, I climbed off the changing table and
    headed for my room to put on my swim trunks. As I entered my room I
    couldn't help, but look in the mirror to see my diapered bottom. The
    diapers were so bulky. The plastic pants were very puffy and billowed
    over the sides. I looked like a big toddler. The plastic pants I was
    wearing were made by Gerber. They were "junior" sized. Gerber made
    plastic pants for adults as well. How embarrassing is that, to have a
    picture of a baby on the tag of your plastic pants. It's bad enough, to
    have to wear a diaper and plastic pants. I retrieved the swim trunks,
    that I hadn't grown into yet and proceeded to pull them up and over the
    mass of cloth and plastic. Amazingly, they fit. There was a slight
    bulge, but nothing major. I've noticed in the past that some kids wear
    their shorts big, and they look to bulge a little. I figured the
    problem was solved. I go in the living room to tell my mom I was going
    to Tony's house. She called me over as to have a look at me. She said
    how good it looked and that nobody could ever tell that I was diapered
    as she gave me a knowingly pat on my heavily diapered bottom. I could
    hear a muffled snap sound that only plastic pants made when your bottom
    is patted.
    	I decided to ride my bike to Tony's, even though he just lives up
    the street so not to draw attention to my slight waddle. It wasn't that
    bad, and since we were going to be in the pool it wouldn't be noticed
    anyway. As I rode up to Tony's back gate I called out to him and he
    told me to come in. Tony's house had a back alley entrance which we
    used all the time. He was talking to Steve and Mark, who were other
    friends of mine. I got off my bike after entering through the gate and
    walked over to them, hoping they didn't notice anything different about
    my walk. It must have not been noticeable because they said nothing.
    	Then I heard a sound, I was hoping that I wouldn't hear,
    especially today, and couldn't believe who I saw. It was Jeff, the
    neighborhood bully. I asked Tony what Jeff was doing here. He said that
    he had invited him over. I didn't have to remind Tony how Jeff used to
    pick on us, when we were in grade school, but did remind him anyway. He
    responded by saying that now we are in junior high, he doesn't do those
    childish things anymore. I only hoped he was right. I said hi to
    everybody and we began talking about what everyone had planned for the
    summer.
    	Shortly after, we decided to get in the pool. Tony had one of
    those above-ground pools, which was only about three feet deep, but it
    was still a welcomed sight for such a hot summer day. Everybody lined
    up at the pool ladder to climb in. I was the last one for the fear that
    someone, might notice my bulging bottom while climbing the ladder. Soon
    I was up the ladder and slowly walking down into the pool facing the
    guys, because I didn't want to expose my secret, all the while praying
    that the plastic pants did their job. The last thing I need is a
    soaking wet, drooping diaper. I would be found out for sure.
    	We had been fooling about in the pool for about an hour and soon
    we became bored.
    	"Let's get out and play pro-wrestling," said Jeff.
    	"Yeah," said everybody but me. Leave it to Jeff to suggest that
    because he is the biggest one there. He was big for 13 years old.
    That's why everyone was afraid of him. He's kind of a baby Huey, you
    might say. I didn't play as much because of my diapered state I was in.
    Wouldn't you know, Jeff noticed my lack of participation, and yelled
    out,"dogpile on Jimmy". He could always spot out the weakling of the
    bunch and take advantage of the situation. As Jeff shouted out,
    everyone began to advance on me. I didn't hesitate, and ran like my
    life depended on it. I was running toward the clubhouse that Tony and I
    had built a couple of years back and was tackled. Just inside the
    sheet-covered doorway, falling onto the mattress we had put on the
    floor. Someone was giving me a noogie on my head while others were just
    tossing me about. I occasionally felt my shorts getting tugged and I
    immediately told everyone that I had enough. I was afraid my diaper
    would be seen. Just then, I heard Steve say, " what kind of underwear
    are you wearing?" I was on my stomach, so I couldn't tell if they were
    talking about me. It became apparent who they were talking to, when
    Jeff shouts out, "those are baby pants like my little brother wears!" I
    reach back behind me to discover that my shorts had been slightly
    pulled down during the scuffle, revealing the top couple of inches of
    my diapered bottom. Jeff pulled the elastic waist on my plastic pants
    back to reveal the picture of the Gerber baby on the tag.
    	"See. I told you they were baby pants! My brother has some, just
    like these!" Jeff said in a mocking sort of manner, as if to taunt me.
    	I couldn't believe that I was found out. Almost instantly, after
    Jeff announced the type of pants I was wearing, everyone broke out in
    laughter. I was so humiliated. That wasn't the extent of my
    embarrassment. I then rolled over onto my back. Everybody was looking
    down at me. My face went flush. "What was I going to do?" I thought to
    myself. Jeff and Mark were knelt down at my side as Tony and Steve were
    standing, staring down at me. I began to explain why I was diapered,
    when I was abruptly interrupted by Jeff saying, that I was a diaper
    boy. The others chimed in with names like, pee-pee boy, diaper butt,
    and other words of the sort.
    	"Does baby need his pee-pee pants changed?" asked Tony in a
    mocking tone. I couldn't believe Tony could say that. We are best
    friends. I remembered earlier when we got out of the pool that I took a
    quick check of my diaper, to see if the plastic pants kept my diaper
    dry from the pool and they did a good job.
    	"Let's see, if baby Jimmy wet his diaper, and if he didn't, we'll
    tickle him, until he does," said Jeff in a matter-of-fact voice. Jeff
    told the other guys to pull my shorts down while he and Steve held me
    down. I tried to resist, but was futile in my attempt. Before I knew
    it, my shorts were being pulled down inch by inch, all the while me
    fighting them, exposing my plastic panted, cloth bulk.
    	My shorts were soon pulled down to my ankles, exposing my shame
    for all to see. They took great joy in my embarrassment. I can tell by
    the look on Tony's face that this has gone too far, but did nothing to
    stop it. "Oh, I think the baby is going to cry," taunted Jeff as tears
    began to well up in my eyes. Everybody began laughing again after his
    remark. Mark asked how could they tell if I had wet my diaper. Jeff
    responded by saying that when his little brother wet his diaper it
    looks like a grayish-yellow wet spot when the cloth changes color.
    	"Can you see it through his plastic pants?" asked Tony. He said
    you could if I peed a lot because the diaper wouldn't have much time to
    absorb it fast enough.
    	"The plastic pants will turn a darker color where the diaper gets
    wet," replied Jeff. Jeff said he would tickle his little brother so
    much that he would soak his diaper and that he would watch as the pee
    soaked through the diaper visible under the semi-transparent plastic
    pants. He liked to torture his little brother.
    	"It doesn't look like baby Jimmy wet his diaper yet," Steven
    teasingly said. Jeff agreed with the analysis. I told them to let me go
    home and Jeff said that we were just getting started. Just as Jeff said
    that I was starting to get a familiar pressure deep in my bowels. I
    thought to myself, "no, not now". All of a sudden an explosion erupted
    from my butt. I farted so loud that even through my plastic-panted
    thickly cloth-covered bottom it could have been heard by the neighbor.
    Silence drew over the clubhouse. Then a distinct odor floated about the
    clubhouse. It was true. I had that familiar feeling of a pending bowel
    movement which was sure to be large as I hadn't had one in two days. I
    guess the raisin bran I ate for breakfast was going to work. I was
    mortified more than ever at this point.
    	"I think baby Jimmy is going to make poopies in his diaper," said
    Jeff with a devilish look on his face. The poop was coming and I needed
    to think what I was going to do. After all, I was being held down so I
    couldn't squat down and use the heel of my foot. I lay there and took
    deep breaths. My bowels were churning with fury. I began to grunt
    trying to fight it. Jeff commented that my face looked like his little
    brother's when he is pooping his pants. I was red-faced and drawing my
    legs up as well as curling my toes trying anything not to poop my
    pants. I could feel it starting to come out and knew I was losing the
    battle.
    	"Go ahead and poop for us, baby Jimmy," said Jeff, knowing full
    well that I was going to poop. With him saying that I fully relaxed,
    straightened my legs back down on the mattress and began expelling
    irregular breaths as well as small grunts. It was certainly a large
    bowel movement. Two days worth. I could feel the poop start loading in
    the diaper. It got to the point where the poop reached the back of the
    diaper and stopped, at which time I lost control of my bladder and
    began to flood the diaper.
    	"See, I told you the diaper changes color when you pee," Jeff
    said in an "I told you so!" manner as a massive wet spot formed in the
    front of my diaper, showing through the semi-transparent plastic baby
    pants. The boys were silent as they looked on and could now hear my pee
    as it penetrated the thick cloth and now hitting the plastic baby pants
    making a obvious hissing sound. As the boys stood there looking down at
    me I got on my hands and knees to finish pooping. Another spasm hit in
    my bowels and once again was loading my pants.
    	The boys were shocked and amazed as they saw the seat of my
    diaper expand to full capacity. Steve had said, "that is one big loaded
    diaper." Everyone started laughing again. As my tummy shrank and the
    seat of my diaper grew I was quite relieved despite the taunting and
    embarrassment. I soon was finished and could now acknowledge the
    drooping crotch and firmly loaded seat of my diaper. My mom didn't
    leave much room for the massive bowel movement in my diaper because we
    didn't expect that I would need it. As I stayed there on my hands and
    knees Jeff kneels down next to me and patted the heavily loaded seat of
    my diaper and asked if baby was all done. I told him to leave me alone
    and once again laughter erupted in the clubhouse. Exhausted I fall back
    down to the mattress from my hands and knees and roll over on my back
    in defeat. "It sure smells like someone made a poopie in his pants,"
    Mark said as everybody continued laughing looking down at me. It was
    shameful.
    	Then I heard a familiar voice. It was Tony's mom calling him in
    for lunch. Steven reached down and cupped his hand over my mouth as not
    for me to alert Tony's mom. "That's a good boy. You just lay there like
    the good little baby you are." Just then the sheet covering the door of
    the clubhouse flies back and Tony's mom couldn't believe her eyes.
    "What is going on here?" she demanded to know. Everyone just stammered
    and looked for an explanation. She said it was time that everyone
    should go home. Without missing a beat the boys were out of there
    leaving a vapor trail behind them. Kind of like a comet.
    	Mrs. Donatello was Tony's mom. She was the nicest lady and I knew
    she was very fond of me. She ordered Tony to his room and said she
    would deal with him later. Tony headed for the house. Mrs. Donatello
    turned and looked down at me her head slightly cricked to the side and
    asked if I was alright. I told her besides the wet and poopie diaper I
    was fine.
    	"They made you poop and wet your pants?" replied Mrs. Donatello.
    She said that Tony was really gong to get it. I didn't know what that
    meant but it couldn't have been good by the look in her face when she
    said it. She told me how sorry she was for me and said to come with her
    in the house so she could clean me up. I was helped up and now standing
    I could appreciate the incredible yet humiliating condition of my
    diaper as it sagged under the massive load it now housed. Mrs.
    Donatello told me to take it easy as she guided me to the back porch
    door to the house and not to rush it as if I could now that I was
    waddling profusely like a toddler. I was going fast nowhere.
    	We made it to the back door steps and she helped me inside. When
    we got to the living room she told me to wait there and she would be
    with me in a minute. I did as she told me and soon she returned with
    some items to clean me up with. I was so embarrassed that she was doing
    this but I couldn't go home like this. Before long my diaper was
    stinking up the room. I knew if I could smell it she certainly could.
    It caused me much more humiliation. She must have sensed what I was
    feeling because she said to me that everything was going to be alright
    in a nurturing maternal way.

                              A Mother's Solution
                                   Chapter 2
                               (My Sister's Baby)

    	Now, that Mrs. Donatello had calmed me down a bit, she proceeded
    to examine me as she ever so gently, cupped her hand under the seat of
    my plastic-panted, covered diaper pushed up slightly acknowledging it's
    massive load. "My, those boys really did make you poop a lot, didn't
    they?" she said as she gingerly continued to caress the seat of my
    loaded pants. "I 'm going to clean you up sweetheart" she said
    reassuringly. "How come, you're wearing a diaper sweetie?" she asked in
    a gentile inquisitive tone. I began to explain, how I peed on my
    sisters bed, for her teasing me about having to wear a diaper because I
    was angry with her, and that also I have nighttime accidents. I told
    Tony's mom, that I was being diaper disciplined. "That wasn't very nice
    to do that to your sister, just because she teased you", Mrs. Donatello
    said as she grabbed the waistband of my plastic pants. "Maybe wearing a
    diaper taught you a lesson", she said as she slowly started pulling
    down my plastic pants. "I am sorry you were embarrassed in front of
    your friends, but being a bad boy isn't the answer, is it?" she said in
    a stern tone. I thought she would sympathize with my situation, but it
    wasn't looking that way at all. Mrs. Donatello, was very disciplinary
    with Tony because his father didn't live with them, and was getting in
    to trouble a lot, ever since he moved out. I think Tony's mom was what
    they called a "scorned woman".
    	Now that she had my plastic pants pulled down to my ankles, she
    asked me to lift my feet and step out of them, as I stood in front of
    her. I did as I was told, as she proceeded to take the baby pants and
    put them aside. "Lie down on this changing pad" she firmly said as she
    laid it down on the floor at my side. Tony's mom had kids over
    occasionally that wore diapers and had baby stuff on hand. She didn't
    mind doing this, I guess, because she works at a pre-school nursery,
    where there are lots of diapers to be changed. As I gingerly sat my
    bottom down on the changing pad, I laid back and she proceeded to start
    unpinning my diaper. "These are some really cute teddy bear pins", she
    mockingly said in a babying sort of manner. With that comment, and the
    now pungent odor of my loaded diaper, I turned my head sideways as not
    to look at her. "I'm sorry Jimmy. I didn't mean to embarrass you", she
    said apologetically as she now knew I was. After getting my diaper
    unpinned, she pulled back the front, and with the look on her face, I
    thought she was going to fall over. She then pulled the diaper out from
    under me, having me lift slightly, and put it aside. I saw her lay it
    atop the plastic pants, that were about a couple of feet from me, and
    the stench was incredible. The diaper was extremely wet and loaded. She
    continued cleaning me up with a warm washcloth and baby wipes. "I have
    nothing to put on you," said Mrs. Donatello in a sympathetic tone.
    "That's ok. I will just wear my shorts home. They are swim trunks, and
    have those nylon underpants built in", I reassuringly told her. "Ok,
    that's fine she said in acknowledgment.
    	"Tony is going to have to be punished, for what he did to you. I
    just have to figure out, what it will be", she said in a matter of fact
    tone. I can only imagine what it would be. Mrs. Donatello, told me to
    get along home, so she could deal with Tony. I told her thank you and
    good-bye as I headed to the backyard to retrieve my bike. I got outside
    Tony's back gate and hopped on my bike to ride home. As I neared the
    end of the alley, there was Steve and Jeff. They began laughing and
    pointing, all the while calling me names. There were girls from the
    neighborhood standing with them, and they also began laughing. Now, I
    was really embarrassed, because one of the girls is Jennifer. She is a
    girl I have a crush on. "Hey Jimmy!" Do you want to play house, and you
    can be the baby?" she tauntingly shouted to me. As I was riding away,
    they began calling me names, continually laughing. I couldn't believe,
    those jerks told her. I was angry. I began to sob a little on my way
    home. As I got to my house, I ran to the door, with the bike crashing
    to the ground. I never treated my bike like that, but I was so angry.
    Now, opening the front door, I stomp through the living room past my
    mom sitting on the couch, and head for my room. I opened the door to my
    room, and slammed it shut behind me. A few seconds later, there was a
    knock at my door. " Go away", I said in a snaring tone at the
    unsuspecting person at the door. " Is everything ok sweetheart?" my mom
    said in a worrisome voice. "I don't want to be bothered right now, ok
    mom", I abruptly replied. She then opened the door, and asked what the
    matter was. I told her, I didn't want to talk about it. She told me she
    couldn't help me unless I told her what was wrong. Mom always wants to
    fix everything, but this was something she couldn't fix.
    	Mom walked over to my bed where I was now lying, and sat on the
    bed next to me. I was face down on my pillow, and pretended not to
    acknowledge her presence. She began again, to ask me what the problem
    was, and abruptly stopped. "Where is your diaper young man?" she
    demandingly asked as she patted my behind, to notice the massive bulk
    was now gone. "It's over Tony's house", I replied in a tone as if I
    didn't care. "Why is it there?" she again asked in a demanding tone. I
    proceeded to tell her, that my friends found out I was wearing one, and
    made me pee and poop it. I also told her that Tony's mom cleaned me up.
    "I'm sorry". I didn't mean for that to happen to you Honey, she said in
    a regretful tone. "I can't believe that your friends could do that to
    you", she said. My mom got up from my bed and left the room. She picked
    up the telephone, and dialed Tony's house. "Hi! Judy. This is Jimmy's
    mom. I just heard what happened, and thought I should call you. "Hi,
    Laura", Tony's mom acknowledged. My mom proceeded to ask Mrs.
    Donatello, what had happened. She explained to my mom, and mom was very
    upset. She also reassured my mom that Tony was going to be severely
    punished. Mrs. Donatello went on to say that Tony's behavior has gotten
    worse, since his dad had moved out, just as mine had. It was just my
    younger sister; my mom and I. Mrs. Danatello had told my mom that I
    explained to her about having to wear a diaper for discipline. "Does it
    really work Laura?" Mrs. Donatello asked inquisitively. "It sure does",
    my mom reassuringly replied. "As Jimmy has told you he wears a diaper
    to bed to insure he doesn't wet through the night. But he also gets
    diaper punishment when he is bad.
    	Tony's mom was really interested as their phone conversation
    continued. "Does he get a potty break?" asked Tony's mom. "No. He has
    to use them for their intended purpose", my mom sternly responded. "Oh
    my!" exclaimed Mrs. Donatello. "I never thought of that", she continued
    to say to my mom. "Give it a try. What have you got to lose, but your
    sanity?" my mom replied with endorsement. "I'll have to give it some
    thought", Tony's mom responded in gratefulness. Both woman exchanged
    good-byes and hung up the phones. My mom came back to my room, and told
    me to look after my sister, because she had to go to the store to get
    some things for my sister's slumber party tonight. "Oh, great", I
    thought to myself with a sigh as my mom left my room. A few minutes
    later, my sister came in my room. "Hi Jimmy. I heard what happened at
    Tony's today from Patty, and I just wanted to say I was sorry to hear
    that happened to you", she said with a genuinely tone in her voice. "Oh
    man! Patty knows?" I said in utter disbelief. Patty is Steven's little
    sister. Steven was one of the boys at Tony's house. Patty is 11 years
    old, just like my sister, and they were best friends. I was mortified,
    to say the least. "Hey I'm having a slumber party tonight, and we need
    a baby to play babysitter with. Can you be our baby, Jimmy?" she
    mockingly asked as she giggled and left my room. I knew it was too good
    to be true that she could be nice for a second, and sympathize with me.
    I laid in my room for about a half hour, and heard my mom come in the
    door from the store.
    	I went in to the kitchen to see what she brought home with her.
    "Are you feeling better?" mi mom asked, as I entered the kitchen. "Does
    she have to have a slumber party tonight?" I asked pleadingly. "She's
    planned it for a couple of weeks" my mom reassuringly told me. "I told
    her that tonight she can have it" she continued to explain. "She's
    already starting with me", I said as if to tattle. "All of her friends
    know about what happened at Tony's house, thanks to big mouth Patty.
    "Tonight, I am going across the street to visit with Paul and Helen,
    and I better not hear about you bothering your sister or her friends,
    or there is going to be trouble. Do I make myself clear young man?" she
    snipped, as she gave that look of warning only a mother can. "I won't",
    I reassuringly told her. "I might be over there late tonight, so, I
    will have to diaper you before I go. It'll be earlier than usual", she
    continued to say. "Ah, mom", I whined. "Don't worry. You don't have to
    go to bed early", she went on to say. Just then, I heard the doorbell
    ring. "Are Kelly's friends here already?" I said, menacingly. "No.
    That's probably the pizza I ordered for you and the girls", she
    remarked, as she had grouped me in with them. "Please go and tell your
    sister, that it's time to eat, she politely asked. As I reached my
    sister's bedroom door, I could hear giggling as she talked on the
    phone. I proceeded to knock. "Go away, I'm on the phone", she rudely
    shouted. "It's time to eat Butt Face, I responded, as to exchange the
    pleasantries. I could here her tell the person on the other end of the
    phone, that it was her brother, and that I had called her Butt Face.
    She continued to say that I was such a jerk. I laughed under my breath
    as I turned, and proceeded back to the kitchen. I could smell the
    pizza, as now; it has permeated the whole house. Pizza and me were like
    pizza and beer; only I wasn't old enough to drink.
    	Upon entering the kitchen, I had noticed that my mom bought
    enough pizza to feed an army. A couple of minutes later, my sister came
    into the kitchen. "Mom. Jimmy called me Butt Face", my sister said in a
    complaining voice. "Don't call your sister names", mom snipped, as I
    snickered under my breath. I then looked at my sister, to see her stick
    her tongue out at me. I politely returned the gesture. "Is Diaper Boy
    going to be here when my friends come over", she said, mockingly. "You
    don't call your brother names young lady", my mom said as she pointed
    her finger at her. "Yes, your brother will be here", she continued to
    say. As we sat at the table and ate, we had somewhat of a civil
    conversation amongst the three of us. Now that I was finished I excused
    myself, and headed for my room. After entering my room, I decided to
    turn on the television. As I lay on the bed, there was a knock at my
    door. I got up from my bed, and went to open the door. Before I could
    turn the knob, the door suddenly opened. Expecting to see my mom, who,
    but, my sister walked in. "Just walk right in, Butt Face", I said in a
    snaring voice. "I let that remark slide Jimmy, since you have a bigger
    problem. "Oh, yeah!" I replied, with a bring-it-on attitude. "Oh,
    Yeah", she snapped back quickly. "I know a certain boy who pooped and
    peed his diaper today at his friend's house", she continued to say with
    a snidely tone. "So do my friends", I promptly responded. "Yeah, but
    the younger kids in the neighborhood don't; say…, the kids my age.
    "Your friend Patty does", I replied, in a reminding tone. "She only
    knows, because she is your friend, Steve's sister", she replied. My
    sister was up to something, but I didn't quite know, what it was. Her
    remarks were peculiar.
    	I was curious as to what she was up to, but she stood silent for
    a couple of minutes, as I sat back down on the bed to continue watching
    TV. "I have a deal", she suddenly blurted out. "I don't make deals,
    with Butt Face's" I remarked in a little chuckle. "Ok, but there is a
    lot of people to tell about what happened at Tony's, and it's a long
    summer", she replied, in a drawn out voice. I couldn't believe my ears.
    "She wouldn't tell all her friends. Would she?" I thought to myself.
    "You wouldn't dare", I said in a threatening tone. I new my sister, and
    she would tell. She would do anything, to get the upper hand. She was a
    clever little girl at the age of eleven. "Oh, wouldn't I " she replied,
    with an ear-to-ear grin. My sister was still angry at me for peeing on
    top of her bed, which had her favorite comforter on it at the time. My
    mom took it to the drycleaners, and they ruined it. Kelly was not going
    to let this go for a long time to come. "Are you ready to make a deal
    now?" she said with curiousness. "Ok! What do I have to do?" I
    reluctantly replied. "You know, that tonight my friends are coming over
    for a slumber party, right?" she said, as to remind me. "Yeah", I said,
    with a sound of caution. "This is the deal", she went on to say. "Patty
    and I thought, that you should be our baby for tonight. We thought we
    would do something different for a change, instead of the same boring
    stuff we always do at our parties", she said with an exhaustive tone.
    "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Back the train up. I'm not dressing up in a diaper,
    in front of your bratty friends", I said with absolution in my voice.
    "I'll tell them it will be our little secret, and they won't tell
    anybody, she said, as to attempt to reassure me. "No way! Uh, ah. Nice
    try".
    	"Bah-bye! Thank you for stopping by. Time to leave", I replied,
    rushing her to my bedroom door. "Well. I better get started calling
    everybody. It's probably going to be a long time before you see me
    again. I have a big phonebook filled with a lot of numbers", she said,
    with a sigh to her annoying tone I might add. As inviting as that
    remark sounded, I rethought my situation, very quickly. "Wait", I said
    as I paused standing there. "Ok! What do I have to do?" I said, with a
    sound of defeat. "I knew you would change your mind", she gloatingly
    said, with a smirk on her face, to boot. "This is the deal", she went
    on to say. " Tonight, before mom leaves, she's going to diaper you, I
    assume, because she is going to be home late. She probably doesn't want
    you falling asleep, before you're diapered. When mom comes to your room
    to diaper you, you are going to tell her that you may need a couple
    extra diapers tonight because of all of the soda you drank at dinner,
    just to be on the safe side", she said in a dictatorial tone. "Why am I
    going to need extra diapers? You aren't expecting me to use them are
    you? I inquisitively asked. "No. I just want a well-diapered baby, for
    my girlfriends to see. You'll look more babyish with a thick diaper",
    she replied. I could tell she was up to something. She went on to tell
    me that Patty already knew about her plan, and that my sister had told
    her not to tell anybody what had happened at Tony's house, as long as I
    went along with the deal. Patty had agreed with her.
    	I agreed with hesitation, and the deal was set in stone. My
    sister then told me that her friends would be here in about a half
    hour. With that said she opened my bedroom door to leave, just as my
    mom was coming down the hall. "Wow! This is a sight to see?" my mom
    said, with a tone of suspicion in her voice. "You allowed your sister
    in your room?" she continued to remark, with a puzzling look on her
    face. "Yeah! We sort of made up", I replied with a sigh, as if not to
    alert my mom's suspicion. "That's nice to see you and your sister
    getting along. You should do it more often. Are you ready to get
    diapered? I need to leave as soon as possible", my mom continued to
    say. "Yeah. I guess so", I replied. We headed for the nursery, as my
    mom followed behind me. I walked into the nursery, and headed for the
    changing table. I proceeded to take my clothes off, while my mom
    fetched the diapering supplies. As soon as I was undressed, I hopped up
    on the changing table and lay down. My mom took two cloth diapers and
    folded them together. I knew I had to tell her about the extra diapers,
    but couldn't get the nerve. I had to though, because that was part of
    the deal. "Mom", I nervously blurted out. "Can you put extra diapers on
    me? I had a lot of soda at dinner, and I didn't go pee that much", I
    sheepishly said. "What's gotten in to you? You never asked for more
    diapers, let alone, don't like even wearing them?" she continued to say
    out of curiosity. "Are you sure sweetheart?" she replied with a
    cautious tone. "Yeah. Just to be on the safe side", I said in my
    sister's words. "Is three ok, honey?" she asked, in an inquisitive
    tone. "Better make it four", I reluctantly replied, biting my bottom
    lip. "That's going to be awfully thick Jimmy", she responded
    skeptically. I remembered having three during a severe diaper
    punishment, but not four. My night diapers are two layers thick as it
    was. Now it is four times thicker. That makes eight layers.
    	I didn't realize, what I was getting myself into. "Ok. If that's
    how many you want", she said with a sound of reluctance. She knew it
    was going to be difficult to pin four diapers on me, so she proceeded
    to take the two extra diapers, and fold them together, and then into
    thirds, then placed them in between the two pinning diapers. Now, they
    looked thicker than ever. The combined mass of cloth looked to be at
    least 2 inches thick. It was incredibly thick. She then motioned me to
    lift my bare bottom slightly, and proceeded to slip the massive bulk
    under me. I then lowered back down, and felt the mass of diapers. I
    couldn't feel the changing table under me. The diapers were very soft,
    though. My mom grabbed the baby powder, and generously applied it to my
    diapered area. Now, that she was done powdering, she clutched the front
    of the diaper, and brought the mass of cloth up between my legs, and
    rested it atop my tummy. "Wow! That is really thick", she commented, as
    I thought, and felt the same thing. She proceeded to take one side of
    the diaper, and brought the front and back together, and pinned it in
    place. Taking the other side, she again brought the back over the
    front, and proceeded to pin it together as well. The whole time, I
    could feel my legs pushing further apart, as she positioned the diaper
    up through my crotch. She then, took my plastic pants and shook them
    out. Now, she began to thread my feet through the leg openings of the
    plastic pants, and worked them up my legs. As she got to the massive
    diaper, she motioned me to lift, so she could pull them around and up
    the back of the diaper. She then finished by bringing the front side up
    and over my crotch, stopping with the waistband nestled just beneath my
    belly button. The plastic pants still fit, even with room to spare.
    	Now, that I was well diapered and rubber panted, my mom then told
    me she was finished. I sat up, and hopped off the changing table. As I
    stood for a second, I really took in the massive bulk between my legs.
    It was incredible how the diaper forced my legs apart. "Just a second
    sweetheart", my mom said, as she adjusted the plastic pants, tucking in
    little parts of cloth peeking out. "You look so much like a baby,
    Jimmy. It's kind of like when you were a toddler, and was swallowed up
    in your diapers. "I think it looks cute", she said as if to embarrass
    me. Embarrass me, is what she did. "Ok, I'm leaving to go across the
    street to Paul and Helen's. Give me a kiss", she said lovingly. As I
    kissed mom on the cheek, she gave my thickly diapered bottom a firm
    pat, feeling the air escape up my back through the diaper and out the
    waistband of the plastic pants. "You better get to your room. Your
    sister's friends are do any time now"; she said as to give fair
    warning. As she said that, I got butterflies in my stomach, for I
    didn't know what lied ahead for me. I left out of the nursery, and
    headed for my room. After closing the door behind me, I could here my
    mom telling my sister good-bye, and she would be home late. "Be good",
    my mom shouted as she closed the front door behind her. Soon there was
    a knock on my door. I quickly pulled my sweatpants on, and then
    proceeded to open the door. "How is my little baby?" she teasingly
    asked. "Shut up", I snidely replied.
    	"Wow! Those sweatpants barely fit over big, little baby's diaper.
    Let me have a look at your diaper" she tauntingly said, as she quickly
    reached unexpectedly at the waistband of my sweatpants, and jerked them
    down just past my diaper. "My, my. We really are a big, little baby,
    aren't we?" she said in that annoying tone, as she playfully reached
    around, and patted my heavily diapered bottom. "Knock it off", I
    responded swiftly. "Don't worry baby Jimmy. There will be plenty of
    time to play", she responded. Then, somebody rang the doorbell. My
    sister's friends must be here. I felt my face go flush. "That's just
    Patty. She came early, to help me get you ready for the girls", she
    said devilishly. "What do you mean; get me ready?" I replied nervously.
    "Wait here, while I answer the door", she said firmly. I couldn't
    imagine, what else she had planned for me. I could hear my sister greet
    Patty at the door. Their voices got louder, as they walked towards
    Kelly's room. At this point, my bedroom door was closed. I heard my
    sister's door close, and couldn't hear them any longer. I only could
    guess, what they were talking about. As I lay on my bed, I heard a
    knock at my door. I got up to open the door. Opening the door a couple
    of inches, I looked to see my sister standing there with Patty. "Is
    baby Jimmy ready for us", she said as Patty giggled, standing behind
    her. "Ready for what?" I demandingly replied. "I have a surprise for
    you. I wanted to give it to you for Christmas, but I thought I would
    give it to you now, since this is a special occasion", she said with
    delight.
    	I could only imagine what her surprise was. Thinking of what it
    could possibly be, she brought her hands from behind her back, and I
    couldn't ever imagine what she got me in a million years. It looked so
    babyish. "Surprise!" These are for you, she exclaimed with joy. She
    then proceeded to push the door open to my room, as I backed away, to
    marvel at what she was holding in her hands. Patty followed close
    behind her, as now, both were in my room. "What are those?" I
    inquisitively said. "These are short-alls", she replied, with a
    reaffirming tone. "They're part shorts, part over-alls", she continued
    to tell me. "I can't wear those clothes. That looks like what babies
    wear", I pleadingly replied. "I know. That's why; you are going to wear
    them. You are the baby", she said, as to remind me. I stood there and
    looked in horror, at the baby attire, as she held them in front of her,
    all the while, with a goofy grin on her face. It didn't help, with her
    friend Patty standing there, either. I thought that it might not be so
    bad, as it would probably hide the diaper pretty well. "I thought these
    looked so cute when I saw them", and thought that these were you", she
    said as if she were talking to a toddler. These were supposed to be
    kind of a joke, since you do have to wear a diaper and all. After
    saying that, Patty began to giggle, and my sister joined in. I was so
    embarrassed. "Ok! Give me them and I'll put them on", I said in defeat.
    "Oh, no. Little toddlers can't dress themselves", she exclaimed with
    great glee in her voice. "You are not dressing me", I responded in
    protest. "Remember our deal, Jimmy?" she said with that obnoxious tone.
    	"Ok. Ok. You can dress me, but Patty has to leave my room", I
    said demandingly. "Patty is my helper, and I might need her help, since
    you're a big baby and all", she said as to humiliate me. I couldn't
    believe this was happening. "We are going to dress you in the nursery,
    because that's where babies get dressed", she said with assurance in
    her tone. I told her, that my room was good enough. But she wanted to
    embarrass me in front of Patty. My sister then instructed me to take
    Miss Patty's(that's what she now called her) and her hand, so they
    could take me to the nursery. I reluctantly obliged, and took each one
    of their hand's, and we headed for the nursery me waddling the whole
    way in my very thick diaper. I was really starting to feel like a baby
    now, holding each of their hand's as they walked on each side of me. My
    waddle was so pronounced, as Patty had made a comment about my babyish
    walk. Within seconds, we got to the door of the nursery, and my sister,
    still holding the short-alls, through them over her shoulder, and
    proceeded to open the door, still holding one of my hand's, Patty, the
    other one. They both guided me in to the nursery, with my sister
    leading the way. "Ok baby Jimmy. Hop up on the changing table", she
    said with a big grin on her face. "I don't need to be changed on the
    table. I'll just pull my sweats off, and put those stupid baby clothes
    on", I said in anger. "Little toddlers don't argue with their
    babysitters. They do what they're told", my sister demandingly said
    with a stern voice.
    	I was thinking my sister was taking this a little too far. After
    all, though, I was at her mercy, and nothing I can do about it. I did
    as I was told, and hopped up on the changing table. As I sat there with
    my legs hanging over the sides, I was then instructed to lie down. Once
    again, I did as I was told, and laid down. I turned my head downward,
    towards my feet as I lay there, and couldn't see them. My diaper was so
    thick I couldn't even see my feet. My sweatpants were getting a
    stretching workout, as they fiercely gripped the plastic panted-cloth
    mass. My sister and Patty, had to each pull open a drawer of the
    changing table to stand on, which also was a dresser, because they were
    to short to reach me. Once they boosted themselves up, they began to
    assess the situation. "Phew! What's that smell?" Patty said, as she
    pinched her nose. "That's my brother's diaper pail, that's just beside
    your right, next to the changing table, my sister responded matter of
    fact like. Patty leaned down towards the diaper pail, and pulled the
    lid up. Wheeew…weee", she said as the stench hit her nose. "Those are
    some stinky diapers", Patty continued to comment, as she continued to
    peer down into the diaper pail. Patty then briskly dropped the pail lid
    closed, as it fanned the smell in the room. "My mom has to soak his
    pee-pee diapers and plastic pants, before she washes them", my sister
    told her in a mocking tone. I just lay there, totally embarrassed, as
    they were both now looking down at me, in all my shame. My sister then
    told Patty to help her take my sweatpants off. Both girls' hands had
    now descended upon the waistband of my sweatpants.
    	Now, that each girl had clutched the waistband of my sweatpants,
    they began to tug, and pull them down, slowly exposing my plastic
    panted diaper, all the while, my sister instructing me to lift my
    bottom, so they can bring them around my backside, and continue down my
    legs. With one tug at my feet, the sweatpants were removed. "Wow! That
    diaper is so huge", Patty said in amazement, as she marveled at my
    plastic, encased mass of cloth. "Yeah. I wanted to make sure our little
    baby, didn't leak, in case he pees too much", my sister replied. "I had
    Jimmy tell my mom to diaper him thickly, because he drank so much soda
    at dinner and he needed extra protection", she continued to say. "You
    are so evil, Kelly". Patty replied, as they both now began to giggle,
    as they looked down at me. "Nothing is too good for our big baby boy,
    is there baby Jimmy", my sister tauntingly said as she patted the front
    of my diaper in acknowledgment. My sister then asked Patty, to hand her
    the baby powder sitting on the shelf. "I smell a hint of dry, stale
    pee, probably from the leg bands of his plastic pants" my sister
    dotingly said, as she leaned towards my crotch and sniffed. "My mom
    says that you don't always have to change the plastic pants at every
    diaper change, because when the new diaper goes on, whatever dampness
    is still in the plastic pants, gets absorbed in the new dry diaper. She
    tells me it's no big deal, until the plastic pants turn slightly yellow
    on the leg bands", my sister said, continuing to explain my mother's
    diapering style to Patty.
    	After handing the baby powder to my sister, Patty watched as my
    sister took her forefinger and thumb, and pulled back the waistband of
    my plastic pants and diaper. The diaper was very snug, but my sister
    made enough room to fit the tip of the baby powder bottle in between my
    tummy and diaper, and give it a squeeze. I felt a rush of cool inviting
    powder drape across my groin area, giving me a soothing feeling. The
    sweet smell of baby powder was intoxicating, and soon permeated the
    entire nursery. "That's what babies are supposed to smell like", my
    sister commented. "I love the smell of baby powder", Patty chimed in to
    say. My sister then proceeded to grab the short-alls she had laid at
    the foot of the changing table. She abruptly stopped, and looked at
    Patty. "I forgot the other things I bought for baby Jimmy", my sister
    exclaimed in a remindful tone. My sister took the table strap and
    brought it over my tummy and fastened it. She told Patty she didn't
    want the baby (me) falling off the table while she went to fetch the
    other items. Then, she proceeded to tell Patty to watch me as she went
    to get the other things from her room. After my sister left the room,
    Patty continued to smile and look down at me. She looked a little
    nervous, now that my sister had left the room. We stayed silent, as
    nothing was said. I just looked around at the babyish décor of the
    nursery, as Patty nervously hummed to herself. Within a minute my
    sister returned with some things in her hands.
    	"Look at these, Patty", my sister said as she was entering the
    room. "Oh. Those are so adorable", replied Patty as she had blocked my
    view to see what they were babbling about. My sister then approached
    me, as Patty stepped aside. She was holding some type of shirt. "What
    do you think of this baby Jimmy", my sister said in a coddling tone.
    "What is it?" I curiously asked. "It's called a onsie", she said in
    babying tone. As she held it up for me to see, it looked like a long t-
    shirt, but looked strange at the bottom. It was white with dark blue-
    colored neck and sleeve trim, and had yellow dump trucks on it. I just
    stared at it in silence. It didn't matter what I said at this point. I
    was hers, to do what ever she wanted. I just completely surrendered.
    She went on to tell me that the onsie goes on like a t-shirt, but snaps
    at the crotch, over my diaper. She then told me to sit up. As I sat up,
    my sister took the onsie, and fed it over my head, put my arms through
    the sleeves, and finished up by bringing it down to rest atop my
    plastic pants, that were now billowing out from my waist caused by the
    seated position. I felt so babyish, as I look down at my billowing
    plastic pants. My sister then instructed me to lie down again, so she
    can snap the crotch. I did what I was told, without question. She then
    proceeded to snap the crotch, with the assistance of Patty, and soon
    they were finished. I was looking more and more like a big toddler. I
    was speechless as I looked down towards my crotch to see this babyish
    shirt, outline my thick diaper. It did kind of cinch the diaper in, but
    not much, by any means. There was still a massive bulge.
    	Now, it was time for the short-alls, as I watched my sister pick
    them up, and show them off to Patty. "Aren't these the cutest Patty",
    she continued to brag. "They're decorated in construction style. Just
    like his onsie", she said in a gleeful tone. My sister was so proud of
    her choice she made, as she held them up and marveled at them. The
    short-alls were made of medium blue denim, and had a dump truck on the
    bib pocket. As I looked down them, I saw different types of road signs
    stitched on. Down at the front pockets, were "men working" signs. They
    were orange in color with black writing. Continuing to look down the
    short-alls, there at the crotch, it had a yellow sign with an image of
    a car with a curvy line beneath each tire. Yep, You guessed it. It
    said, "Slippery when wet". When I thought I couldn't be even more
    humiliated, she proceeded to turn them around to the backside, so I
    could see what it said there. My eyes immediately went to the butt
    area. It had another yellow and black sign. Yep. You guessed it again.
    It said " caution: wide load". I was embarrassed beyond belief. What
    else could be added to my extreme humiliation? While I was still lying
    down on the changing table, my sister again, instructed me to sit up.
    She unhooked the shoulder straps of the short-alls, and proceeded to
    bring it atop my head and down over my chest, with the bottom of it
    resting atop my onsie-covered, bulging crotch. I was once again told to
    lie back down by my sister, and she began to pull down the short-alls,
    over the bulging diaper, and proceeded to snap the crotch, with the
    help of Patty.
    	While I continued to lie on the changing table, my sister took
    one side of the shoulder straps of the short-alls, brought it from
    behind my shoulder, to lay it atop my chest. She did the same, for the
    other side. With the shoulder straps now positioned, my sister
    proceeded to grab the bib portion of the short-alls, and pull upward. I
    could really feel my diaper cinch up, as she tugged on the thick denim.
    She now had one strap fastened, and preceded to repeat the process with
    the other side. Again, I felt my crotch tighten up as she pulled upward
    towards my shoulder, all the while, I could feel my legs being pushed
    apart, from the restrictive, thick denim. As my sister and Patty
    finished, I laid there feeling the tightened crotch. I slightly lifted
    my head to look down at my crotch, only to find that my bulging crotch
    was just as pronounced as ever. It was just tighter now. My sister and
    Patty had to sit me up, for the thick denim was obtrusive, and
    confining. "I have some cute little socks for baby Jimmy", my sister
    said, picking them up off the dresser. They were calf high tube socks,
    with two dark blue stripes going around the top of the band. After
    putting my socks on she went to my room to fetch my mountain boots. She
    quickly came back with my boots in her hands. "These are going to look
    so cute with the rest of your baby stuff. They make mountain boots for
    toddlers too", my sister reassuringly said, as she began to slip them
    on and lace them up. My own boots worked with the baby clothes she put
    me in. After my sister was done tying my shoes, she stood up to look at
    me. "Patty. Doesn't he look just like a big toddler?" my sister
    exclaimed in disbelief. "Yes he does", Patty replied also with a tone
    of disbelief. "Can you hand me that Patty?' my sister asked as she
    pointed to an object on the dresser. "Here you are", Patty remarked, as
    she handed the object to Kelly. I saw what she was holding, and was not
    happy to say the least.
    	My sister was holding a pacifier. But this was large, for adults.
    I didn't know they were made that big. I was shocked and horrified.
    "Here. Let's put your binky around your neck, so you don't lose it", my
    sister remarked in a taunting and babying voice. The pacifier was tied
    to a babyish necklace. My sister and Patty were now helping me down
    from the changing table. They were speechless as they stood and stared
    at my large toddler appearance. I could feel my face get hot from
    embarrassment, as they continued to look me over, and make comments
    between each other, as if I weren't even standing there. I then heard
    the doorbell ring. "That must be the girls", my sister muttered
    devilishly. Kelly told me to stay in the nursery, until it was time to
    introduce me to the girls. My sister went over to the dresser, and took
    out some baby blankets to lay them on the floor. "Sit down here baby
    Jimmy", my sister said with a babyish tone to her voice, as she was
    bent down, patting the blanket with her hand. I did as she asked, and
    slowly and carefully sat on the baby blankets. She proceeded to the
    closet, and brought out some baby toys. "Here. These will keep you
    occupied, while Patty and I go and greet the girls", she said joyfully.
    They proceeded to the nursery door, and opened it. "Be a good little
    baby now", Kelly remarked, as Patty had walked out, my sister following
    behind, as she closed the door. Finally, I was alone to ponder my
    situation, which wasn't good, by any means.
    	As I sat on the floor with the babyish blankets beneath my
    heavily diapered bottom, I could feel the thick diaper push upward into
    my lower tummy, pressing on my bladder. The onsie and the short-alls
    must have been causing this, for I could feel a lot of constriction in
    my crotch area. I was soon feeling the urge to pee-pee. I ignored the
    pressing feeling of my bladder, and decided to look at the toys my
    sister had laid out on the floor. Some of these toys I haven't seen
    since I was actually a toddler. There was the blue and red ball with
    handles on each end that pull it apart, so you can empty the yellow
    plastic multiple shaped pieces out. Also, there was a white-colored
    stem that had a curved bottom, that you stack multi-colored donut-like
    rings on it. I could also see, alphabet blocks. They actually, brought
    back fond memories, of my mom playing these games with me, when I was a
    toddler. I then proceeded to play with the bounty of toys before me.
    The memories were all coming back to me as I played with each toy, and
    how I used to love them. It was good to remember the simple and fun
    times I had, when I was younger. Meanwhile, my sister was greeting her
    friends. I could here commotion going on, while I sat there in the
    nursery, as I was now snapping back to reality. I could here my sister
    telling everybody hello, and heard the girls say hello to her. It
    sounded like a lot of girls. Soon, I was again getting butterflies, and
    started to sweat with panic.
    	"What was to happen to me", I thought to myself. As the girls
    started to converse with each other, my sister interrupted them, by
    telling them, she had a special surprise for them, and that it wasn't
    going to be the same old slumber party that they all are used to. The
    girls had a look of anticipation, on their faces. My sister proceeded
    to tell the girls, she would show them the surprise; after they get
    done eating the pizza my mom had bought for their evening snack. The
    girls unloaded their gear, and began to unroll their sleeping bags,
    connecting them up together in the middle of the family room floor.
    Then, they headed for the kitchen to get the pizza, and bring it back
    to their sleeping bags. While they were eating, they began to talk
    about what everyone was going to do this summer. Some were going on
    trips. Others said they would be just hanging out about the
    neighborhood. The girls must have been anxious about the surprise my
    sister had for them, for they had mowed over their pizza, and were now
    pestering my sister. I was now engrossed in the baby toys my sister had
    put down for me, when all of the sudden, the nursery door opened.
    Standing there with the door fully opened, my sister, Patty, and four
    other friends of hers. They were looking right at me, with their mouths
    opened almost to the floor. "Is that your brother, Kelly?" one of the
    girls asked in disbelief. "Yes. This is baby Jimmy everybody!" my
    sister exclaimed to them, as if to show off her work of art.
    	The girls stood momentarily, in silence. "He looks like a big
    toddler", one of the girl's commented. "He does", another had said, as
    if to second the other's comment. "I'm glad you think so ", my sister
    responded. "I worked very hard, putting his outfit together", she
    continued to say, as if to brag. "He does look very cute", another girl
    said, as she smiled and admired him. I couldn't believe my ears. I was
    so ashamed to be seen by these girls. All of them now entered the room,
    with my sister leading the pack, and walked up to me, standing about,
    and stared down at me. "Baby Jimmy", my sister said to me. These are my
    friends. This is Angelica; this is Michelle; this is Heather; and this
    is Chrissy", my sister said with acknowledgement, as she pointed each
    one out, crouched at my side, looking up to everyone from my viewpoint.
    I was completely embarrassed at this point. "How come, he's dressed
    like a baby?" Heather asked with curiosity. My sister didn't want to
    tell them, that she was blackmailing me, so she proceeded to tell them
    I lost a bet with her, and this was her prize. Otherwise, she would
    look like the cruel little brat that she really is. She doesn't want
    that. However, she didn't tell them that I had to wear them to bed for
    my wetting problem. I thought that was pretty cool of her. ""Do you
    guys have a baby?" Michelle said as to chime in. I thought to myself.
    "How is she going to explain this one?" "No. My mom used to baby sit a
    while back, and hasn't had time to convert the nursery back to a guest
    room", my sister explained, as to anticipate Michelle's next obvious
    question as to why we had a nursery. The other girls knew, but Michelle
    was the new kid in town. My sister has only known her about 4 months,
    and has never been to our house before.
    	I continued to sit on the floor looking up at the girls as they
    walked around the nursery, making compliments on how my mother had
    decorated it. The room was light blue, and had little teddy bears and
    ABC blocks on the top wall border wallpaper. It was very babyish
    indeed. Little did the girls know this was now my baby room. I felt the
    pressure in my bladder increase once again, as I sat on the floor, with
    the very thick diaper still pressing fiercely into my tummy. I was so
    uncomfortable. I sat there silently, and decided to relax my bladder
    ever so slightly. I felt immediate relief; as I felt the warm pee, flow
    through the front of my diaper, all the while, the girls talking
    amongst themselves around the room as if not to pay attention to me.
    They wouldn't know any way. What was I worried about? My sister then
    told everybody, she wanted to go back to the family room where their
    sleeping bags were, and that baby Jimmy (me) was coming with them. The
    girls then gathered around me, as my sister told them she has to help
    me up because of my huge diaper. They began to giggle in unison. "He's
    wearing a diaper too?" Chrissy asked in surprise. "Yes, silly!" All big
    babies do", my sister replied matter of fact like. Nobody noticed
    before, because I had slightly pulled one of the baby blankets
    partially across my lap to try and hide it, when they first came in.
    "He is wearing a diaper, guys", Angelica cried out, pointing right at
    my bulging crotch, now exposed. "Oh my gosh!" That diaper is so huge",
    Heather, replied as she covered her mouth in shock. "Big babies, need
    big diapers", mocked Patty. "I thought the baby clothes were bad
    enough". Why is he wearing the diaper, Kelly?" asked Chrissy. My sister
    told her it was part of the bet. I had to look totally like a baby.
    	My sister asked Angelica, if she could help her help me up from
    the floor. She agreed, and both girls grabbed each arm, and guided me
    up from the baby blankets. As I stood there all eyes went to my heavily
    diapered crotch, and noticed how it puffed out my short-alls. "Let's go
    in the family room baby Jimmy, so the girls can play with you", my
    sister said mockingly. With Angelica and Kelly holding each hand, we
    left the nursery, and headed for the family room. While heading to the
    family room, I couldn't help, but walk with a very pronounced waddle,
    which was noticed by everyone else. "He even waddles like a toddler",
    remarked Heather. They all started to giggle, once again. I was so
    embarrassed and nervous, that I relaxed my bladder again and began to
    pee into the diaper, as we continued to walk. Ok. They walked. I
    toddled and waddled. I again, stopped the flow of pee, for fear of
    soaking the diaper, and them smelling it. I could now feel more warmth
    in my crotch as we continued on to the family room. Now in the family
    room, I was seated down on one of the soft sleeping bags. I couldn't
    begin to imagine, what was in store for me next. "What happens, if he
    has to use the bathroom?" He'll have to take all this stuff off, won't
    he?" Michelle asked inquisitively, as they were all now seated around
    me. "No", my sister quickly snapped. The deal is, that he either has to
    hold it in, until baby time is over, or, embarrass himself by going
    potty in the diaper", my sister reassuringly said.
    	Little did they know I had already peed a little bit in the
    diaper. "Oh yeah. I almost forgot to tell baby Jimmy another rule. I
    will be doing a diaper check, every 30 minutes, to see if he's wet. We
    would definitely know if he poopied his pants, though. So, that doesn't
    really require a diaper check. A quick whiff, and we will all know what
    he did", remarked my sister. I guess, I will start with the first
    diaper check now", she said joyfully. I was doomed. When she feels the
    wet diaper, I'm going to be humiliated in front of all these girls.
    "How will you be able to check his diaper?" asked Chrissy, in a naïve
    tone, as she must have not known anything about babies. "I'll show
    you!" exclaimed Kelly, in excitement I might add. Now I'm really
    feeling embarrassed, for now my face is ablaze. "Uh oh. I think baby
    Jimmy is a little embarrassed", my sister said, acknowledging my now,
    crimson-colored cheeks. The girls all began to chuckle. "Ok baby Jimmy.
    Lie back for me, so I can check your diaper", she coddled, as if she
    were talking to a little baby. I did as I was told, and she helped me
    lie back on the soft sleeping bag. She proceeded to point out to the
    girls, the snap crotch in my short-alls, and that it gives easy access
    for diaper checks and changes. One by one, she unsnapped my crotch.
    With that done, she proceeded to pull up the now opened crotch, just
    above lower part of my crotch, which now exposed my onsie. "That onsie
    is very cute", remarked Angelica. My sister went on to tell them, that
    you can unsnap the onsie as well, but, it's not necessary, because it
    has elastic legs, and you can put your finger up under the onsie, to
    still check the diaper. She continued to say that if I peed a lot, it
    would soak down to the bottom of the crotch area, where her finger was
    now.
    	My sister proceeded to stick her finger under the elastic leg of
    the onsie, working it down and under the elastic of my plastic pants. I
    could feel her cold hand move about my inner leg. With my sister
    retreating her finger from my diaper, I was pronounced dry. "Whew!" I
    thought to myself. The pee must not have soaked down to the lower
    crotch area. The thick diaper saved me. "Well, baby Jimmy had a lot of
    soda at dinner. We'll just see how long he can stay dry", Kelly said
    devilishly, as she patted the crotch of my onsie. All of the girls
    looked at me and smiled as I lay there. She then proceeded to snap the
    crotch of my short-alls. My sister then said I should crawl around for
    a while, because babies need their exercise. I then rolled over on my
    tummy from my back, and got on my hands and knees, with the girls now
    looking at my backside to read the sign across my thickly diapered
    bottom. "Caution: wide load", Patty said aloud, while I crawled away,
    with the girls really laughing now. My sister patted my behind as I
    ventured away. I wanted to get out of their sights, so I crawled
    towards the couch, and headed around the back of it. Now I could be
    alone for a bit. "Don't go too far baby Jimmy. I need to keep my eye on
    you", she said in a baby talk sound. I was humiliated. I got off my
    hands and knees, and sat there behind the couch for a while. I could
    hear the girls go on about their business of girl stuff. After sitting
    there about 10 minutes or so, I felt a pressure deep in my tummy. It
    was an all too familiar feeling. I had to poop. But, not in my diaper,
    I won't. I wouldn't give them the satisfaction.
    	The pressure in my tummy got a little stronger, so I proceeded to
    get back on my hands and knees, and plant my bottom into the heel of my
    mountain boot, and hold it in. Now sitting on my heel, with my hands
    firmly on my knees, I started the battle with my bowels. My bladder
    started in as well. I thought if I relieve the pressure in my bladder,
    I'd have better luck with my pending bowel movement. Within a few
    minutes, I began to relax my bladder, letting a little pee into the
    diaper. I felt the front of my diaper warm, as I let the pee flow in to
    the diaper. My bowel spasms got worse. What else could I do? I hunched
    up and grabbed the back of the couch, and began to quietly grunt, and
    fight back the spasms. Just then, I heard my sister's voice call out
    for me, as the room was now quiet. My sister then appeared from the
    other side of the couch, and asked what I was doing over here, with her
    hands atop her hips. I told her nothing, just as the spasms started to
    dissipate. I was feeling much better now. She proceeded to take me by
    the hand, and escort me back over to where the girls were sitting. I
    waddled back, hand in hand with my sister. I was then plopped back down
    on the sleeping bag, in front of the girls. They started baby talking
    with me. I think they were warming up to me, and I them. I did think it
    was nice to get all that attention from them. The girls continued to
    comment about my cute attire I had on, as they tugged about my
    clothing. By the look on my sister's face, I could tell she didn't like
    this at all.
    	I think it was time for my sister to punish me further, as she
    commented that I looked warm in the short-alls, and said she should
    remove them. She said my face looked sweaty and would be best, to make
    me more comfortable. My face must have been sweaty from my battle with
    my bowels a few minutes ago. "Ok baby Jimmy. Let's get those hot short-
    alls off of you", my sister said in a condescending tone. My sister
    then reached down to my crotch as I sat, and proceeded to unsnap the
    short-alls. She then started unfastening the shoulder straps. Reaching
    back down to my bottom, she tugged the backside of the short-alls up,
    and proceeded to pull them up and off me. Now I was just sitting there
    in my onsie, mountain boots and babyish looking socks. "Does baby feel
    much better now?" Kelley said tauntingly. "He looks so much babyish
    now", remarked Michelle, as she admired my appearance. I felt another
    spasm hit in my bowels. "Not now, in front of the girls", I thought to
    myself. A stronger one hit causing my body to twitch. I didn't want to
    look obvious, so I asked my sister if I could go play again. "Do you
    girls mind, if the baby goes and plays?" my sister said in a maternal
    babying tone. They said, they didn't mind. Kelly told me, I still had
    to crawl. I got on my hands and knees, and headed for the backside of
    the couch again. I got over to the other side, and out of sight.
    	Once again, I began another battle with my bowels. One big spasm
    after another came rolling in. I was in a serious fight now. I crouched
    down and grabbed the back of the couch, and began another series of
    grunts, as I expelled air to relax. It wasn't working. I could feel it
    coming with a force now. It was all over with. As I was crouched behind
    the couch, I didn't realize my sister standing at the other end of the
    couch watching me. "Do you have to make a poopie, baby Jimmy?" my
    sister loudly barked for all to hear. I motioned for her to hush, with
    my index finger to my mouth. "Come with me little baby, and sit with
    the girls. We need to keep our eyes on you", she said as if she were
    talking to a real toddler. She proceeded to take my hand, and help me
    up from my strategically positioned bottom atop my heel, to help fight
    the pooping of my diaper. As we headed back over to the girls, I fully
    relaxed my bladder, and began to flood the diaper, all the way walking.
    I could feel the very warm pee, as it fiercely soaked into the diaper,
    with the poop soon to follow. Just as we got back to the girls on their
    sleeping bags, I gave into my bowels. I stood there holding my sisters
    hand, and let out an audible sound of gas from my bottom. Even through
    the thick cloth diaper, it was easily heard, as I looked at the faces
    of the girls. "Eew. That's gross", Heather said, pinching her nose. The
    other girls sat there and laughed.
    	Knowing that the battle is lost, and how vulnerable I was, I
    slightly bent down, my sister still holding my hand, and began to
    grunt. "Baby Jimmy is making a poopie for us", my sister cheerfully
    said, as I continued to grunt. "His face is red", remarked Angelica,
    with a look of surprise on her face. As soon as Angelica made her
    remark, another audible sound came from my bottom. This time, it had
    company. A giant log started pushing into the diaper as I was slightly
    bent forward. I pulled my hand free of my sister's, and dropped to my
    hands and knees, and continued pushing the load in my pants. "It's ok
    baby Jimmy. Get all those poppies out", my sister teasingly remarked,
    as she gently rubbed and patted the seat of my onsie covered, plastic
    panted diaper. The girls commented on how big the seat of my diaper was
    getting as I kept loading the diaper. My sister began to unsnap the
    crotch of my onsie, as I continued pooping my diaper, while I was still
    on my hands and knees. When she finished, she pulled the backside of
    the onsie up, now exposing the back of my Gerber plastic pants. My
    spasms subsided, and I dropped to the sleeping bag, and rolled over on
    my back. I lay there in shame as all the girls looked down at me
    giggling. I continued to look up and around at all the girl's faces, as
    they looked at me in disbelief. "Is he done pooping?" asked Patty, to
    my sister. "I think so", replied my sister, with uncertainty in her
    tone. "He really loaded his pants", remarked Michelle. "Yes. He
    certainly did", my sister responded, as she patted the front of my
    crotch, partially covered by the front flap of the onsie. My diaper
    hung much lower than my onsie, because it sagged under its massive
    contents.
    	"I think baby Jimmy, might be thirsty after peeing so much. We
    don't want baby dehydrated, so I will get him something to drink", she
    remarked in a caring voice. My sister asked the girls, to keep an eye
    on me. Where was I going? I have a loaded, wet diaper, and I'm
    exhausted from battling my bowels. All I could do is lay there like a
    real defenseless baby. Kelly got up from the sleeping bag, and
    proceeded to the kitchen. The girls just sat there on there knees, and
    beamed their eyes downward at me, and marveled at a 13 year old toddler
    in a very wet and poopie diaper. Angelica, leaned forward towards me,
    and grabbed the front crotch part of my unsnapped onsie, and laid it up
    on my tummy. Now my plastic panted diaper was exposed for all to see.
    The girls began to giggle again. "How come, you don't wear a disposable
    diaper?" asked Heather, inquisitively. I proceeded to explain to her,
    that my mom doesn't like what the disposable diapers do to the
    environment. "Do you really wear diapers?" asked Chrissy. Now, I
    figured at this point, I couldn't be any more humiliated than I already
    am, so I told them the truth. "Yes. I have a bladder problem, that
    makes me wet when I sleep. My bladder muscles fully relax, when I go
    into a deep sleep, and usually, end up peeing the bed. We have tried
    everything under the sun to fix my problem, but haven't been able to",
    I explained to them. "So now, I have to wear diapers and plastic
    pants", I followed up saying.
    	I continued talking with the girls as I lay there on the sleeping
    bag, and my diaper really started stinking at this point. Heather asked
    me, why I didn't just take the diaper off to go to the bathroom. I told
    her I couldn't, because I can't put it back on. I always stick myself
    with the diaper pins, and I can never get the diaper snug enough, and
    therefore, my mom has to diaper me before bedtime. "Couldn't Kelly, put
    the diaper back on you?" asked Angelica, in an innocent naïve way. I
    proceeded to tell them, that I didn't know if she could, because she
    has never diapered me before. "Here we go baby Jimmy", Kelly said in a
    maternal tone. A nice bah bah of apple juice", she continued to mock.
    "A bottle", I thought to myself. I looked to see my sister had clutched
    in her hand, was a baby bottle, full of cold refreshing apple juice. I
    was quite thirsty enough. But, drink it from a baby bottle? My sister
    walked up to me, and knelt down to my side. I looked at the bottle of
    cold refreshment it contained. "Does baby Jimmy want his bah bah?" she
    said tauntingly. "Yes he does. Yes he does", she continued to coddle,
    as if I were a toddler, all the while, playfully touching the nipple of
    the baby bottle to my lips. I hesitantly, slightly parted my lips to
    taste a couple drops of the sweet inviting nourishment that had
    dribbled from the nipple, and soon gave in as I opened my mouth a
    little more, and my sister proceeded to slip the nipple in my mouth.
    Kelly kneeled at my side, and held the bottle, as I feverishly drank.
    "That's a good boy!' she exclaimed with enjoyment of my humiliation.
    The girls once again, began to giggle and coo over me, as I sucked on
    the bottle.
    	"My. We are a thirsty little boy, aren't we?" she said with a
    devilish grin on her face. I didn't care. I was so thirsty. I sucked on
    the bottle so hard, it was jerking about in my sister's hand. The whole
    was so small in the nipple. I couldn't drink it fast enough. "Can baby
    Jimmy hold his own bah bah like a big boy?" she taunted. I shook my
    head yes in acknowledgement, and I grasped hold of the baby bottle, as
    she let go. "What a good boy, baby Jimmy", she remarked. The girls
    continued to look on and giggle. With the girls still knelt around at
    my side, my sister suggested, they let me finish my bah bah, while they
    do their girly stuff. The girls proceeded to stand up, as they turned,
    looking back down at me, and headed for my sister's room. I watched
    them go as they disappeared from sight, still sucking on the baby
    bottle. I was alone at last. Now, the shame of my situation started to
    hit me, as I moved my bottom, to feel the massive, stinking load in my
    diaper. I could feel the massive log press into my bottom, not to
    mention, my warm soaking crotch. I wondered, what was I going to do.
    "Was my sister going to change my dirty pants, or was my mom going to
    have to do it in the morning?" I thought to myself. My mom is going to
    be furious. The last time I accidentally pooped my diaper, I got diaper
    punishment for a whole weekend. I certainly, didn't want that. I
    continued to lie there pondering my situation, as I drank my bottle. I
    started to feel tired. I fought my tiredness, as I continued to drink
    the apple juice. Before I knew it I was out like a light.
    	As I slept, the girls came back in to the family room, where I
    was sleeping. "Ah. Look at baby Jimmy. He couldn't fight his sleep, any
    longer", cooed Patty. The girls made little comments as I slept with my
    head to the side, and the baby bottle hanging off my lips. They sat
    down on their sleeping bags, and began to talk low, sometimes giggling
    too loud, looking over to see if they woke me, only to see me move
    slightly, and began sucking the baby bottle again, as I continued to
    sleep. I must have looked a sight. A 13-year-old boy lying there with a
    baby bottle hanging from my mouth, wearing a very thick, cloth diaper
    with Gerber plastic baby pants, and a babyish onsie, with the crotch
    unsnapped, to reveal my soaking wet, loaded diaper. Angelica, asked my
    sister if she was going to change me. My sister responded, by saying
    she would wake me in a little while, and that the baby needs his sleep.
    The girls continued to talk amongst themselves for a while. "Phew!"
    Your brother's diaper, really stinks Kelly", Heather remarked, as she
    pinched her nose. Kelly crawled over, and covered me with a blanket.
    "That should take care of the smell", whispered my sister as she
    crawled back over to the girls. "I have an idea", Chrissy lightly
    whispered. "Let's get a bowl of warm water, and put your brother's
    finger in it. I tried it on my little brother, and it really works!"
    exclaimed Chrissy, as she spoke quietly. "He soaked his bed", she
    continued to say. My sister said it was a good idea, and went to the
    kitchen to fetch some warm water.
    	My sister soon returned to the family room, with the bowl of warm
    water. All the girls huddled around my blanket-covered body, as my
    sister set the bowl of water by my hand. She then proceeded to gently,
    and quietly lift my hand, and set it in the water. "How will we know if
    he pees?" asked Angelica. "I'll pull back the blanket, so we can see
    his plastic pants change a darker color when the pee soaks in the
    diaper", she reassuringly told them. "His plastic pants are semi-
    transparent; so you will be able to see it" she continued to explain.
    My sister proceeded to pull the blanket back, and the girls snapped
    their heads to the side as the stench of my diaper hit them with a
    force. They sat there for a few minutes watching, some of the girls
    pinching their noses and soon enough, the fruits of their labor paid
    off, as they now saw wet spots quickly appear and disappear, as my
    bladder pulsed the pee into the diaper. Quickly, my bladder fully
    relaxed, and a steady stream of pee, came rushing into the diaper. The
    girls looked in amazement, as a massive wet spot grew under my Gerber
    plastic baby pants. The dark spot completely covered the front of my
    crotch, and up to the waist of the plastic pants. "That's a very warm
    wet diaper", my sister spoke in acknowledgement, as she placed her hand
    atop my bulging plastic panted crotch, patting it and giving it little
    squeezes. Soon, all the girls wanted to feel the front of my diaper.
    Each girl took turns as they patted and squeezed my crotch. They were
    simply amazed.
    	Soon, I began to wake up. I slowly opened my eyes to see the
    girls sitting on their knees, huddled around, and looking down at me.
    "Did you have a nice little nap, sleepyhead?" my sister said
    condescendingly. With that remark, the girls all started laughing at
    me. "My, baby Jimmy. It sure looks like you soaked your diaper, during
    your little naptime, doesn't it girls", my sister said with a devilish
    grin on her face. The girls continued laughing, as they looked down at
    me to feel shame. I reached down to my diaper, to feel it was very wet
    and warm. I was so embarrassed. I lie there as the girls continued
    laughing, and felt a familiar rumble, deep in my tummy. "It can't be",
    I thought to myself. Yep. It was another bowel movement. It wasn't
    coming just yet, so I didn't worry. They continued to taunt and tease
    me, occasionally coddling and cooing over me, as if I were a toddler.
    Actually, amidst my embarrassment, I did enjoy the attention. I'd just
    wished it wasn't like this. Soon, my sister interrupted the
    noisemaking, and told the girls, it was time I got my pants changed.
    "Do you know how to change a diaper Kelly?" asked Heather, as her
    giggling slowed to a chuckle. "I've seen my mom change diapers before,
    when she used to baby sit kids. I'm sure there's nothing to it" she
    continued to mutter. She then asked the girls, if they could help her,
    get me to the nursery. My sister bent over to grab my shoulders, and
    proceeded to sit me up, all the while, the load smashing in the diaper,
    as I felt it resist because of it's mass.
    	My sister asked Angelica, who was closest to my other side, if
    she could help her stand me up. Angelica agreed, and both girls grabbed
    an arm, and proceeded to lift and guide me up. Now standing, I could
    feel the massive load in my diaper, as it sagged heavily between my
    legs, below the now opened snap-crotch onsie. We began to take a few
    steps and it was very difficult to walk. The massively loaded and
    sodden diaper was so swollen; it pushed my legs even further apart,
    causing me to walk bow-legged. My sister saw my distress, and proceeded
    to bend down at my waist. She noticed the diaper hung past the crotch
    of my onsie, and preceded to gently push the diaper upwards, so she
    could snap it secure in my diaper shirt. I could now, really feel the
    poop, as it nestled gently, but firmly in my bottom and lower crotch. I
    looked down to see the diaper puff out all around. I looked so babyish.
    Chrissy commented on how puffy my butt and crotch looked from the
    loaded diaper, as she carefully examined my babyish state. As my sister
    finished snapping the crotch of my diaper shirt, I farted in my load
    muffled diaper. The girls broke out in laughter, as I stood there red-
    faced. There was more rumbling going on in my tummy. Uh, oh!" Does baby
    Jimmy have to make another poopie in his already loaded diaper?" my
    sister asked tauntingly. I was starting to feel little spasms.
    	Kelly then told the girls, she needed to get me to the nursery
    before I pooped again. I waddled hand-in-hand with Kelly and Angelica,
    as we headed for the nursery. We got to the nursery, and I walked in
    with my escorts. I was taken over to the changing table, and was helped
    onto it. I climbed up, and lay on my side and slowly turned onto my
    back ever so gingerly, to avoid smashing the contents of my diaper any
    further. My sister then strapped me down. The changing table had a
    strap, to keep babies from rolling off. She must have pulled it too
    tight, for it started to put pressure on my tummy, and began to agitate
    my bowels. Lying there, I felt the spasms increase, as I told my sister
    to loosen the strap. I couldn't do it, because she had strapped my arms
    down under it. I tried to position my hands on the strap to loosen it,
    but I couldn't reach it. Just then, my sister started to talk calmly to
    me. "Go ahead, and make poopies in your pants, baby Jimmy. It's ok
    now", she said in a coddling tone, now rubbing my tummy. She
    deliberately, strapped my arms down, so I couldn't get the diaper off
    in time to use the toilet. That little witch knew exactly what she was
    doing. I then began to yell out to the other girls to help me, but my
    cries went unanswered. I then felt a stronger spasm in my bowels, and
    called my sister a bitch. "Little babies, are not supposed to use that
    kind of language, young man", she said in a motherly tone. "Help!" I
    cried out. I have had enough of the torture.
    	My sister asked Patty, to bring her the little bag that was
    sitting on the dresser. Patty snatched it up, and brought it to my
    sister. Kelly stuck her hand in the bag, and I looked as she pulled it
    out. It was a large pacifier. It was much bigger than a toddler's. She
    then proceeded to stick it in my mouth to hush my cries. I spat it out,
    and began to yell again. Once again, she stuck it in my mouth, but this
    time, held it there. She told Heather to fetch some bandage tape that
    was in the bathroom sink drawer. Heather went and fetched it, and
    quickly returned to the nursery and handed it to my sister. She
    instructed Heather to hold the pacifier in my mouth by placing her
    finger through the ring, while my sister proceeded to take the white
    medical tape, and place it over the front of the pacifier, and make
    several trips around my head, holding the binky, secure in place. With
    my mouth now gagged with an adult sized binky, my cries were muffled.
    My tummy began to spasm again. I lifted my shoulders off the table, and
    began to grunt through the pacifier gag. I continually, off and on,
    would lift my shoulders and bend upward to fight my inevitable bowel
    movement. Some of the girls were laughing, as I continued farting with
    each spasm. My sister kept lowering me back on to the table, when I
    would lift up slightly to grunt and fight. "Its no use to fight it baby
    Jimmy. Every baby has to poopie his pants sooner or later," she said
    reassuringly, as she patted my soaked crotch. With one last effort, I
    drew my legs upward, as they were not strapped down, and again
    attempted to overt the inevitable.
    	My efforts were futile, as I expelled a really loud blast from my
    bottom, and lowered my legs back to the table, and gave in to the
    pressure. I fully relaxed my bowels, as they involuntarily convulsed,
    and began to expel it's raging contents. I gave out a grunting sigh, as
    the girls looked on to see me surrender to my bowels. I could now feel
    the massive log start pushing in my diaper, as it met up with the other
    massive log that had been incubating for a couple of hours. Soon, I
    could feel the seat of my diaper expand, as my tummy shrank. My crotch
    got tighter as the diaper kept pushing downward. With my legs slightly
    propped up, the girls could see my diaper expand as it was filling to
    capacity. "Look at the seat of his diaper!" exclaimed Angelica. My
    sister took notice, and proceeded to unsnap the crotch of my onsie.
    "There, that should make baby Jimmy's pooping, much easier"; she mocked
    as she gave a reassuring pat between my legs on my loaded bottom. My
    bowels broke loose again, and the rest was coming. I then lost control
    of my bladder as I started loading the diaper again, because of the
    fully relaxed state I was in. The pee was pouring in the diaper with a
    vengeance, as now, you could hear it hissing under my plastic pant
    barrier, as it puddle in the diaper. My sister took notice quickly, and
    jerked the opened onsie upward to expose the river of pee hitting the
    backside of the plastic pants, and gave the girls a show. They were
    awestruck. It was now all over, as I slightly twitched on the table, to
    get the last of it out. "
    	"Are you all done, baby Jimmy?" my sister asked casually, looking
    down at me with a shaming smirk. I began to sob in defeat. "There,
    there, baby Jimmy. It's ok for babies to make poppies in their pants,
    because that's what the diaper's for", my sister said in a giggling and
    patronizing tone. Her friends were really laughing, now. "I think its
    time to change baby Jimmy's poopie, wet pants girls", she announced to
    them. I was so humiliated at this point. "What is going on here?" a
    familiar voice said from the doorway of the nursery. I turned my head
    to the side as I lay on the table, looking between the girls standing
    about, to see my mom standing there with a glare in her eyes as she
    stood at the doorway. I was in big trouble. From the looks of things, I
    think my sister was too. There was no way she was getting out of this
    one. Finally, my sister was caught in her evilness. My mom strolled
    towards the changing table I laid upon, as the girls parted like the
    Red Sea, and got a good look at her 13 year old in a very babyish
    state. "What do we have here?" she said in a demanding tone, all the
    while looking around at the girls and then turning her head back to
    look down at me, her head tilted to the side and her hands on her hips.
    "Mmm… Mmm…" was all I could mutter through the pacifier gag in my
    mouth. "Please tell me that smell isn't what I think it is or somebody
    pooped his pants", she said in disgust as she beamed her eyes downward
    at me. "Mom I", was all Kelly could get out of her mouth as my mom cut
    her off mid sentence. "Did you poop your pants young man?" she
    demandingly asked, her hands still atop her hips. She looked down at me
    as I tried to talk through the gag in my mouth. "I can't believe you
    pooped your pants in front of your sister's friends Jimmy", she said
    with a tone of disappointment.
    	My mom stood there and shook her head in disbelief as the girls
    stood in silence. She didn't even attempt to remove the pacifier gag in
    my mouth. "You should be ashamed of yourself, young man", she said as
    she continued to admonish me of my childish behavior. "Where did you
    get a diaper shirt that big to fit you?" she asked inquisitively. "I
    bought it for him. It was supposed to be a gift for Christmas, but I
    decided to give it to him early, instead", my sister sheepishly
    remarked. "Where did you buy that, Kelly?" asked my mom, again in
    curiosity. She continued to ask my sister, why she would buy such a
    thing and my sister responded by saying it was only supposed to be a
    joke because of me having to wear diapers like a little baby. My sister
    continued to tell my mom she bought it from a place on the internet
    that sells baby style clothing for adults. She also told her of the
    other stuff she had bought for me. Somehow, my sister had stumbled
    across this website and thought it would be cute to buy that stuff for
    me. I'm sure it had to be expensive for a girl who is only 11 years
    old, on a very small allowance to boot. She then told my mom how she
    had saved her allowance to buy something for herself, but instead,
    bought that stuff for me. After hearing how much all that stuff cost, I
    did think that was pretty generous of her. I would rather she bought me
    a Playstation game instead, though. "Phewee! That diaper really stinks.
    I need to get you changed Jimmy", my mom said reassuringly as she
    daintily fanned the front of her face.
    	"Mom. This is all my fault. I made Jimmy dress like this, or I
    would tell everybody what had happened at Tony's house. I feel really
    bad", she continued to say. I was shocked beyond belief. My sister was
    actually copped to the whole thing. Her friends were shocked to find
    out she made me wear the diaper and not because I lost a bet. "I hope
    you guys don't think I'm evil or anything", she pleaded to them. The
    girls appeared to be forgiving. My mom on the other hand, didn't seem
    very forgiving. She scolded my sister in front of her friends. I guess
    she knows what it feels like when the shoe is on the other foot. "I
    can't believe, you would allow your sister to do this in front of her
    friends, Jimmy. Do you enjoy these girls watching you act like a baby,
    by pooping and wetting your pants?" she said as to now scold me in
    front of everybody. I tried to explain, but it was a little difficult
    with a gag in my mouth. "You do remember what happened last time you
    pooped your pants, don't you?" she said reaffirmately stated. I surely
    did as I shook my head yes in acknowledgement. I got diaper punishment
    for a whole weekend. I couldn't use the bathroom at all. It was off
    limits. I had to use the diapers like a little baby. I was also put in
    extra thick diapers to remind me of my punishment. It was very
    humiliating. Instead of asking if I went potty in my pants, she would
    perform a diaper check just like she would with a baby. She would
    summon me over to her and she would pull my sweats partially down just
    past my crotch and stick her finger up under the leg band of my plastic
    pants to see if I had wet. Also, she would cup her hand on my bottom to
    see if I had pooped, or she would lean downward to the seat of my
    diaper and sniff, or sometimes, she would grasp the back of my
    waistband, and peer down the back of my diaper. It was very
    humiliating.
    	"Ok Kelly. Since you claim responsibility for this, you are going
    to help me change your brother's diaper. We are going to need a warmed,
    wet washcloth, baby wipes, baby oil, baby powder, diapers, and a pair
    of clean rubber pants, which are in the laundry room. I had to wash
    your brothers rubber pants, because he had none left. I've used the
    same pair for the last three diaper changes, because I didn't get
    around to the wash the past couple of days". The girls just stood there
    in awe as they watched my mom speak with authority. My mom instructed
    my sister to get my plastic pants (she called them rubber pants,
    because I guess those were in her days). My mom retrieved the other
    items, which were underneath the changing table. Soon, my sister
    returned with my plastic pants. "I guess I should ask why there is a
    very large pacifier taped in your brothers mouth, and also why he is
    strapped down, but I really don't want to know because I am very upset
    with you and your brother". I tried to tell her, but all I could do is
    mumble with the gag in my mouth. "Hush up. I don't want to hear it. I
    am very tired, and need to get you changed", she responded in despair.
    I tried to tell my mom that I needed to pee again. The apple juice
    needed to come out. My bladder was full again. If she could get this
    diaper off me, I could make it to the bathroom. She ignored me as she
    continued gathering the things she needed. I lifted my shoulders off
    the table and mumbled loudly as possible through the pacifier in my
    mouth, to get my moms attention. My eyes grew bigger as I felt the
    pressure in my bladder get stronger.
    	The attention of the girls was to my mom as she spoke to them
    about what was going on. I fidgeted about on the table, or about as
    much as I could, being strapped down. I started to move my legs around
    on the vinyl-covered table pad, catching the attention of my mom. She
    turned to look down at me with a glare, and asked if I needed to go
    potty, as she watched my legs lash about on the changing table pad. I
    shook my head yes, as well as mumbled into the pacifier gag. "You're
    going to have to wait until I can get that dirty diaper off of you. I
    don't want you making a mess. By the looks of the bulge in the seat of
    your diaper, it's going to take a couple of minutes to get you
    cleaned", she said as she acknowledged the state of my diaper with my
    legs in a bent position on the table. I continued to protest through my
    gagged mouth and my mom told my sister it was time I get changed. "Ok,
    Mr. Poopy Pants. Let's get you changed", my mom remarked
    condescendingly with a slight smirk on her face. Now you can see whom
    my sister gets it from. It's tough to be the only boy in the family. I
    couldn't hold it anymore. I became more fidgety as I lay there. "Calm
    down. Stop being so mellow-dramatic, Jimmy", my mom said demandingly as
    she placed her hand atop my pee-soaked diapered crotch and began to
    gently pat it. All of the girls looked at me as my mom attempted to
    soothe me. "My. We really soaked our diaper, didn't we? I even put
    extra diapers on you at your request. You really called that one,
    Jimmy" my mom said with a slight chuckle.
    	I was so embarrassed that my mom was talking to me this way in
    front of my sister's friends. "I guess we'll need more diapers next
    time", she continued to say as to mock me. As soon as she said that, I
    moved my legs about on the table, as if to do the pee-pee dance in a
    lying position. "I can't change you Jimmy, if you keep moving your legs
    around like that", my mom said with a tone of angst. Out of anger of
    still being strapped down and gagged, I completely relaxed my body and
    gave in to my bladder once again. I felt the warm pee rush into the
    diaper. As I flooded the diaper, an audible hissing noise could be
    heard as the pee made contact with the front underside or my plastic
    pants, and formed a very large dark spot, my mom acknowledging as she
    felt the warmth of my crotch, with her hand still atop the front of my
    plastic-panted diaper. "You couldn't hold it until I got you cleaned
    up, Jimmy?" my mom pleaded. "You are such a little baby", she
    continued, as to scold me. She said I did that, just to spite her and
    she was right. I was angry at the way she treated me. I forced the rest
    of the pee out for good measure. "Is the little baby done making his
    pee-pee?" she mocked as she patted the front of my diaper.