OOPS

PART ONE

Andrew woke up this morning to his usual dry bed and wet diaper. He had been using diapers to hide the fact that he started wetting the bed again. "I'm ten years old why am I wetting the bed again." he thought to himself. He hurriedly ripped off his diaper before his parents found out and got dressed for the day. He walked out to the kitchen where his mother was reading one of her novels. "Why, hello Andrew, you're up awfully late this morning. Aren’t you excited to see your aunt for the first time?" Andrew's eye's went wide. "Oh no, I forgot to pack." "Well what were you doing all day yesterday, playing? Just hurry up. We leave in a couple hours."

Andrew ran back to his room to get packed. He packed some toys a lot of clothes and plenty of diapers for the nights. As he was leaving his room, he realized that it was a long car ride, so he put on a diaper just in case. Andrew loved wearing his diaper, he just wished he didn't have to hide it.

After a quick breakfast, Andrew was rushed out the door to the car for the long ride to his aunt's house. He wondered what she'd be like, would she be mean or nice. He was soon fast asleep and soon wearing a very wet diaper. When they finally arrived, his dad picked up Andrew out of the car. He carried him into his aunt’s house, and handed him to his aunt. "OK here are his suitcases, every thing he needs should be in here, I'm sorry we have to run but the train leaves in a half-hour whether we're there or not." his dad said in a hurry. "Don't worry I've baby-sat children his age before." Andrew's aunt said in reply. "You know what to do right?" Andrew's mom asked. "Yes I do. Don't worry he'll be fine here. You guys have a nice trip."

His aunt carried Andrew up to the bedroom he'd be starting out in, gently laying him on the bed and began to undress him. She untied his shoes, pulled his socks off his feet. She then unbuttoned his jeans and gently pulled them off to reveal his soaked diaper. "Oh!" she said in surprise, then stuck her finger into the crotch. "Just as I thought, soaked." she then picked him up and carried him to her old nursery and laid him on the changing table. She put his wrists in the arm restraints and proceeded to change his diaper.

PART TWO

Andrew finally woke up the next morning. He looked to his left to find he was in a crib with the side raised. He grabbed the cover to throw them off but it wouldn't move, he looked down to discover it wasn't a cover, it was a footed sleeper. "OH NO!" he thought, "She undressed me and saw my diaper." He had to get out of there, he sat up and discovered his diaper was soaked, he started to cry. "Did she change me or not?" he wondered. He didn't have time to think as his aunt entered the room. "How's my baby boy doing?" she said in a motherly tone. She picked up a pacifier and inserted it into his mouth and pinned it to his shirt by a ribbon. He was so stunned he didn't know what to do, he began sucking on the pacifier without even realizing it. His aunt lowered the crib rail, picked him up and laid him on the changing table and strapped his wrists. Andrew felt helpless as she unzipped his sleeper. She untapped the diaper to reveal that he had also pooped in it during his nap. He was so stunned that he began helplessly peeing. His aunt raised the diaper back up. "Oh, how cute." she said. When Andrew finished his aunt wiped the poop off him with the front of the diaper, grabbed him by the ankles then cleaned him with a baby wipe. She rubbed baby oil on him and slid a fresh diaper under him. She powdered his bum, crotch, and between his legs. She lowered his bottom to the diaper and tapped it up. She zipped up the sleeper, unstrapped his wrists, and carried him downstairs. He was so embarrassed, but couldn't say anything because of the pacifier, and couldn't take it out because his aunt was holding him so that his arms were trapped. His aunt brought him to the kitchen for breakfast and sat him in a highchair. "So can you feed yourself or do I feed you?" Andrew didn't know what to say, he had always wanted to be fed, but wasn't sure if he should say yes. After a few moments of thinking his aunt said, "Well I guess I can feed you." She sat down in front of him, took the pacifier out of his mouth, and spooned some baby food to him. It was so much fun that Andrew didn't want to stop. After breakfast she carried Andrew into the living room, sat down on the couch, laid Andrew on her lap and stuck a bottle of formula in his mouth. He was so comfortable he didn't want to move from that spot, the formula eventually made him sleepy. His aunt carried him upstairs and laid him in the crib.

PART THREE

Andrew woke up a few hours later with a soaked diaper. He climbed out of the crib and walked over to a mirror. "I'm so cute." he thought to himself. He left the room and went downstairs. He noticed how cozy and warm the footed sleeper really was. He found his aunt sitting on the couch watching t.v. "How's my little baby?" she asked. He walked over to her and she pulled him to her lap. "So, are you enjoying your stay?" Andrew nodded yes. Andrew then asked "Why am I being treated like a baby?" "Because you are, aren't you?" "No." "Then why did you let me treat you like one?" she asked. "Because it's fun." "Oh." she replied, "Then why were you wearing a diaper when you got here?" "Because I wet the bed." Andrew said ashamed. "Well that's a very good idea. But why didn't your mommy or daddy tell me you wet the bed." "Because they don't know." "Oh I see." his aunt said.

She waited for Andrew to ask her to take his diaper off, but after a few minutes of silence she asked, "Well then, do you need to be changed?" Andrew nodded yes and his aunt carried him upstairs. She unzipped the sleepers and removed them. His aunt laid him on the changing table and strapped him in at the wrists. "Why do I have to be strapped in?" "So you don't fall off and hurt yourself." she replied then put his pacifier back in his mouth. She proceeded to change Andrew's wet diaper. When she pulled the front down, she could see Andrew's little boy hard on, she grabbed his ankles lifting his bottom off the table so she could pull the diaper from under his bottom. She wiped his crotch and bum with a baby wipe and slid three cloth diapers under him. "I think we should use cloth from now on." Andrew nodded his head in agreement. She then oiled him up and spread powder on his butt. She lowered his bottom to the diapers, then sprinkled baby powder on his crotch. She pulled the diapers up between his legs and pinned them extra snugly. His aunt then poked his feet through the plastic pants and pulled them up to his knees. She then lifted his bottom off the table by his ankles and pulled the plastic pants over his thick diapers. She unstrapped his arms and stood him on the floor. She put him back into his sleeper. Andrew started crawling around the room until he found some toys to play with. He sucked on his pacifier while he played. While he was playing, he felt the urge to poop, he got up to use the bathroom but stopped himself. He then went about playing and relaxed his bowels, his poop slid out of his butt while he enjoyed the feeling. Unknown to him, his bladder released as he enjoyed the feeling of filling his diaper.

After awhile he decided to go explore the house since he had not had the chance to yet. He waddled out of the room to the hallway then into another hallway. After a while of waddling around, it started to look so strange to him, he felt lost he started to cry. His aunt heard him and came to his rescue. "What's wrong baby, it's all right I'm here. What's wrong?" She said picking him up. "I g-got lost." he said then buried his head in her shoulder. "It's all right baby. I’m here." His aunt carried Andrew back downstairs and sat him on her lap while she watched T.V. He snuggled into her shoulder as they sat together. His aunt produced a baby bottle of formula and pushed the nipple into Andrew's mouth. He happily sucked on the bottle as he fell asleep. His aunt carried him upstairs and laid him on the changing table and removed his sleeper. She then pulled the plastic pants down and unpinned his diaper. She removed most of the poop with the front of the diaper, then wiped his crotch off with a baby wipe. She grabbed his ankles in her hand and pushed his legs back against his chest lifting his bottom off the diaper. She wiped his bottom with another baby wipe, then oiled and powdered him up. She slid four fresh diapers under him and pulled his legs back toward her, letting his bum set down on the diaper. She pinned them on him, then carefully pulled his plastic pants back up. It was a hot night so she laid him in the crib in just his diapers and tucked him in.

PART FOUR

Andrew woke up and found he was still holding the empty bottle in his mouth. He took it out and laid it next to him. He put the pacifier in his mouth and sucked on it. He noticed a mobile hanging above the crib and started playing with it. His aunt heard him on the baby monitor and came in. "How's my little baby today?" She said as she walked over and checked Andrew's diaper. She laid him on the changing table and changed him into three fresh diapers. She put him in a light blue footed romper suit and carried him downstairs for some breakfast. She fed him then gave him his bottle. Andrew waddled into the living room and turned on some cartoons. His aunt then placed him into the playpen she set up earlier. Andrew played with the toys that were in the playpen while he watched some Care Bears cartoons.

After an hour Andrew's aunt came and picked him up out of the playpen. She grabbed her purse and Andrew's diaper bag then headed out to the car. His aunt put Andrew in a car seat. He fit even though she had to improvise with the straps and that Andrew's legs hung out pretty far. Then his aunt surprised him when she unsnapped a flap on each wrist, pulled them over his hands, then zipped them shut. "That's so you don't mess with anything you're not supposed to." she explained. Andrew felt helpless, but wasn't mad. He examined them and found they were so thick he could not even feel his other hands through them, much less take off his rompers. He wanted to say something but he couldn't get his pacifier out, he tried messing with the car seat straps but the padding was too thick. He realized his aunt was right about them. Then he realized that he was totally dependant on his aunt.

They pulled into a mall parking lot and hunted for a parking space. His aunt found one and carefully pulled into it. She gathered their bags, undid Andrew from the car seat, and carried him to the mall. When they got inside his aunt placed Andrew in one of the larger strollers, which he fit in much better than the car seat. His aunt wheeled him around the mall as she looked. They stopped at clothes stores, baby stores, and a grocery store which was located in the mall. Suddenly Andrew had to pee, he decided to hold it so his aunt wouldn't change him in the mall. The pressure kept rising until his bladder just let go and he soaked his diaper. His aunt saw the ashamed look on Andrew's face, so she checked his diaper. "Well, I think baby needs a change." His aunt said. She wheeled Andrew to the ladies room, unstrapped him, and lifted him onto a changing table. She pulled on some snaps between his legs and proceeded to change his diaper. This made Andrew wonder if she would ever take his romper suit off. After his aunt finished, she put him back in the stroller and strapped him in. She pulled a baby bottle out of his diaper bag, removed his pacifier, then replaced it with the bottle. Andrew had to hold the bottle with both hands because of the romper's padding. He was wheeled around while he sucked on the bottle. Finally it was time to leave his aunt wheeled him to the door, picked him up, and carried him to the car. Again she strapped him in the car seat and placed his diaper bag next to him. On the way back to his aunt's house Andrew had to poop. He decided not to push it, just let it come out on it's own. He felt the poop push it way out, but it stopped when it reached his diaper. Suddenly he began peeing in his diaper and couldn't stop, that took his mind completely off his poop. Andrew started getting upset. "What's happening to me?" he wondered, then wondered if his aunt was trying to turn him into a baby.

When they arrived back at Andrew's aunt's house, his aunt unstrapped him from the car seat. When she picked him up his poop pushed its way out of his butt and into the diaper. Andrew couldn't believe what was happening to him. He peed and pooped his diaper without wanting to. He was carried into the nursery and laid in the crib tucked him in for a nap. "Okay baby, you just go to sleep, you must be tired." his aunt said as she left the room. But before he went to sleep Andrew managed to spit the pacifier out. He decided to ask her what she was doing to him when she woke him up. A little while later his aunt came to check on him. She found the pacifier laying next to him and decided that something must be done about it. She attached a strap to the pacifier which went around the back of his head to keep it from falling out.

PART FIVE

Andrew woke up and found that he was naked except for a pamper laid over his crotch. He also noticed that his pacifier was back in his mouth, but did not notice the strap. He looked up to see his aunt entering the room. She pulled him up to her, placed her hand over the pamper and lifted him up. Andrew felt the familiar warmth of a newly wet diaper as he was carried to the bathroom. His Aunt stood him on the floor, pulled the pamper off his crotch, and put him in the tub. As soon as his aunt turned her back Andrew tried to pull the pacifier out of his mouth. But it wouldn't come out when he pulled on it. "No! Don't mess with that, baby." his aunt said as she pushed his hands down under the water. She placed her hand over his face, then poured water over his head. She lathered baby shampoo into his hair. When she reached the strap around his head, she undid it, placed her hand over the pacifier, and rubbed in the shampoo. Andrew was surprised, but at least he knew why the pacifier didn't come out when he pulled on it. His aunt refastened the strap, covered his face, and poured water over his head. She stood him up in the tub and began washing the rest of his body. Andrew enjoyed having himself washed and also liked the attention from his aunt.

After his bath was finished, Andrew was wrapped in an extra large towel, carried to the nursery, and laid on the changing table. His aunt dried him with the towel, pinned a diaper on him, and put him in his romper suit. She led him downstairs, sat him in his playpen, then turned on the T.V. Andrew found himself watching Barney. He didn't know why but, he always liked that show. He hummed along with the songs as he played with the toys. After the show was over Andrew climbed out of the playpen and looked for his aunt. He was startled when his aunt met him at the bottom of the stairs. "Hi baby, do you need something?" she said as she led him to the kitchen. Andrew was wetting his diaper as his aunt led him, but Andrew didn't really notice his diaper becoming heavier. He was too busy wondering why his aunt asked him a question when he couldn't take his pacifier out to answer her. Then his aunt set a bottle on the table in front of him, unstrapped his pacifier, and pulled it out for him. She carefully stuck the nipple in his mouth and placed his hands on it. She began preparing some baby food for him. Andrew sucked on the bottle for a while then pulled it out if his mouth and asked, "Why are you treating me like this?" "What do you mean, sweetie?" She asked. "Are you trying to turn me into a baby?" Andrew asked. "Well actually." she started as she sat down with a bowl of lamb, green beans, and applesauce, and began spoon feeding him. "You were already a baby when you got here. I just helped you act like the toddler you really are." She explained while she spooned the baby food into his mouth. "But....I don't want to have to wear diapers all the time." Andrew said between spoonfuls. "Sure you do sweetie. All babies like diapers. You're just afraid to admit it." She said bluntly. Andrew didn't know what to say so he just sat there silently. "See, you can't deny it." his aunt declared. "But what about my pacifier, do I have to suck on it all the time?" he inquired. "You haven't used it in a while. I just wanted to make sure you got used to it again. But don't worry I think you're plenty used to it now so you can suck on it whenever you want, and take it out anytime you want. But only if you promise to suck on it most of the time. Okay?" she urged. "OK." Andrew replied.

When she finished feeding Andrew, his aunt gave him his bottle back and left the room. She came back with a pacifier attached to a cord with. She pinned the cord to his rompers with a diaper pin. "That's so you don't ever lose it." She said as she took the empty bottle from him. She told him into the living room. He went straight to his playpen and climbed in. After awhile his aunt came in to check on him, she found that he had put the pacifier back in his mouth and was sucking on it. She picked Andrew up, stood him on the floor, and checked his diaper. "Looks like you need a change, baby," She said. Andrew was in shock as he was carried upstairs by his aunt, he couldn't remember wetting his diaper. He was laid on the changing table and the snaps in his crotch were undone. After she changed him his aunt unzipped the flaps covering his hands, pulled them off, then asked, "Can I trust you without these on?" Andrew nodded yes. "Okay then, but if you get in any trouble you'll be punished." she warned. "OK." Andrew said as he waddled over to some toys in the nursery.

After an hour his aunt came in and announced that it was time for bed. "Bedtime already?" Andrew whined. "Yes already." His aunt replied as she picked him up and laid him in the crib. She unfastened two snaps in his crotch and checked his diaper. "Just a little wet." She announced, then pulled out Andrew's pacifier and replaced it with a bottle. Andrew held the bottle in one hand and clutched a teddy bear in the other.

PART SIX

Andrew woke up to the sun shining through the window. He sat up in bed to find he was in a dry diaper. This confused Andrew, "I was in a wet diaper last night and I had to have wet it last night." he thought. Then it dawned on him that his aunt must have changed him. By the time he was done contemplating this he had wet his diaper. Andrew climbed out of the crib and landed on the floor with a soft thud. But before he reached the door his aunt opened it, startling him to the point of wetting his diaper even more. "Well hello baby, how did you sleep?" she asked. Andrew removed his pacifier and replied "I slept great." He was offered a bottle by his aunt. Andrew put the bottle in his mouth and sucked on it as his aunt picked him up and carried him downstairs for breakfast. She prepared a baby food breakfast of eggs, bacon, and mixed fruit. She sat down in front of Andrew, gently pulled the bottle from his mouth, and began spooning him the baby food. "So baby, what would you like to do today?" She asked. Andrew just shrugged his shoulders as he took another spoonful. "How about we go to the park?" she offered. "OK!" Andrew replied excitedly.

After breakfast his aunt gave Andrew his bottle back then carried him upstairs. On the way up she heard a muffled fart then watched as Andrew's face turned red. "I have to change your diaper already? I just changed you a half hour ago." His aunt stated. Andrew noticed that his poop was softer than usual and thought maybe that was why he pooped without any control. She laid him on his changing table, removed his romper suit, then checked his diaper. "You're wet as well." She announced. His aunt changed his diaper, putting extra pins in to make sure they didn't fall off. She then dressed him in a blue and green striped shirt and a pair of shortalls with cartoon characters on them. She sat Andrew back on the changing table, then put a pair of socks on his feet followed by a pair of sandals with Blue's Clues on them. She fastened the sandals and picked Andrew up off the changing table. She carried him downstairs and out to the car. Andrew was strapped into the car seat and they were on their way. A few minutes later they arrived at a nearby park. Andrew saw that the park was pretty crowded he decided to take his pacifier out. "You don't have to be ashamed of being a baby" his aunt explained. "But, all the kids will laugh at me if I suck on this." Andrew replied holding up his pacifier. "Well, it's up to you whether you use that or not." she said as she pulled him from the carseat and stood him by the car. Andrew stuck the pacifier in his pocket while his aunt closed and locked the door.

She led him over toward the playground by the hand. "So baby, what would you like to do first?" his aunt asked. "I wanna go on the swings." he replied. "Okay, baby." she replied and led him over to the swings. His aunt pushed him on the swing for awhile. After his aunt got tired of pushing him, Andrew went to play on the jungle gym. His aunt watched as he ran around with the other kids, but mostly ones younger than him. The kids didn't seem to notice his diaper, or at least didn't say anything. After awhile Andrew came back over to his aunt and asked if she was ready to push him on the swing some more. She replied yes, and led him over to the swing set. This time his aunt put Andrew in one of the larger baby swings and fastened all three safety belts. Andrew looked around nervously, but saw that no one had noticed yet. His aunt pushed Andrew higher than he had ever been before. He was having the time of his life and didn't want it to end.

After awhile, his aunt was tired again. She decided it was time to check Andrew's diaper. She took him out of the swing, stood him on the ground, and reached down into his shortalls. This got some curious looks from a few kids who stopped what they were doing and watched. When his aunt pronounced him wet, she led him over to the blanket she had laid out. She dropped his shortalls down to his ankles and laid him on a blanket. Kids started to gather. Then one noticed that Andrew had on a diaper, he started laughing and the rest of the kids giggled at Andrew. His aunt was fed up, she stood up, gave the kids a wicked look, and told them to leave or else. The kids got the hint and were out of there in an instant. She returned to changing Andrew in the nice and loving care, as if nothing happened. Andrew suddenly felt very secure around his aunt and didn't want to leave her side. She had him lift his legs as she pulled the dirty diaper out from under his bottom, she laid it beside him while she cleaned him off. When Andrew saw the brown spot on the back of the diaper, his eyes almost popped out of his head. "I don't remember pooping!" he said in shock. His aunt then popped a bottle in Andrew's mouth and said "Don't worry about that, baby." She finished diapering him and sat him up on the blanket. She decided he didn't need the shortalls any more so she removed them from his ankles and placed them in his diaper bag. His aunt pulled Andrew over to her and laid his head in her lap she took hold of the bottle and held it for Andrew as the watched the clouds, birds, and other kids playing. Andrew saw that some kids looked over at them every now and then.

When Andrew finished the bottle his aunt pulled a pacifier out of the diaper bag and put it in Andrew's mouth. She picked him up, placed him on her hip and carried him to the car. She went back to collect the rest of their stuff and was back in no time. Andrew had buckled himself into the car seat by the time his aunt returned. "Good boy!" she said and gave him a little kiss on the cheek. They were back at his aunt's house before he knew it. His aunt carried him inside and straight up to the nursery for a nap. She tucked him in and gave him a teddy bear to hold.

But after a little while Andrew found that he wasn't tired. He climbed out of bed and walked downstairs. His aunt saw him waddling around, "What are you doing down here, young man?" she said sternly. "I...I couldn't sleep." He said timidly. "You know what I said about getting in trouble, right?" she asked as she picked him up. "I'm going to be punished?" he sighed. "I'm afraid so." she said as she sat him on the changing table and stripped him to his diaper. She walked to the closet and pulled a box off the top shelf. She pulled a red sleeper out of the box. The sleeper had the same flaps over the hands but no legs. Instead it had a large pouch with a zipper on the bottom. "I'm sorry I have to do this." his aunt said while she unzipped the bottom and slipped it over Andrew's head. She laid him back on the changing table, pulled the bottom of the sleeper down, tucked his feet inside, then zipped it shut. She also put the strap back on Andrew's pacifier. She picked him up, laid him in the crib, and raised the side. Andrew examined the sleepers. The pads over his hands were even thicker than the other one, but he couldn't find any zipper, snaps, or any thing that would allow the flaps to come off. The bottom of the sleeper came down a little past his knees so he couldn't straighten his legs out. The bottom zipper was heavy-duty, so Andrew would never be able to rip it. After a bit more struggling Andrew relaxed and soon fell asleep.

PART SEVEN

Andrew woke up an hour later to a wet and soiled diaper. He tried to grab the crib rail but his hand slipped right off. He suddenly remembered what he was in. He started to cry but the pacifier kept it to a quiet whimper. After a half hour Andrew fell back asleep, his aunt came in soon after. He awoke when his bottom was lifted off the changing table. Andrew was still half-asleep and just laid there in a daze. He didn't quite know what was happening, but when the diapers were pinned on him he was shocked into reality. The plastic pants were slid up over his diapers and his feet were tucked back in the sleepers. His aunt picked him up and carried him downstairs to his playpen. She undid the strap on his pacifier and stuck a bottle in his mouth. Andrew sucked on the bottle and wrapped his hands around it. When his aunt saw that he had taken the bottle, she went to the couch and watched some t.v. After a minute Andrew dropped the bottle, he tried to pick it up but couldn't. He looked up and saw his aunt standing over him. She pulled a chair up next to him, picked up the bottle, and stuck it in his mouth. She held it for him while they watched t.v. When Andrew finished his bottle, his aunt pulled it from his mouth. His aunt immediately replaced it with his pacifier. After her show was over his aunt picked Andrew up out of the playpen and carried him to the kitchen for dinner. She tried to sit him in a highchair she just put in the kitchen but his legs were crossed in the sleeper and wouldn't fit between the arms. She laid Andrew on the table, unzipped the bottom of the sleepers, and pulled his legs out. She sat him in the highchair and snapped the tray in place. She prepared some baby for him and set it on the tray in front of Andrew. She also made him a bottle of juice, then sat down in front of the highchair. She began spoon feeding him some spinach and bland roast beef. Andrew didn't like it but he was so hungry since he only had a bottle since breakfast that he ate it anyway. Besides his aunt would only punish him worse if he didn't eat it. His aunt let him suck on the bottle at regular intervals. When she was done feeding Andrew, she picked him up and laid him back on the table. It was then that Andrew noticed that his diaper was heavier than before he was in the highchair. His legs were tucked back in the sleeper and he was carried back to his playpen. His aunt gave him the half empty bottle of juice to suck on while she turned on some cartoons for him to watch. When he finished the bottle, his aunt put the pacifier back in his mouth. Andrew watched cartoons for a few hours until his aunt came to get him ready for bed. She carried him upstairs and laid him on the changing table. She unzipped the sleepers then pulled Andrew's legs out. His aunt pulled the plastic pants down past his knees and unpinned his wet and slightly messy diaper. Andrew was cleaned up, rediapered, and his legs were put back in the sleepers. His aunt laid him in the crib, gave him a kiss on the forehead and left the room leaving the door open slightly. Andrew fell asleep after trying to make himself a little more comfortable.

PART EIGHT

Andrew woke up to find his aunt lifting him out of the crib. She carried him over the changing table and laid him on it. He felt a little sore as she unzipped the sleepers, grabbed his ankles, and lifted his diapered butt then pushed the sleepers up past his diaper. She lowered Andrew's bottom back to the table, sat him up, and pulled the sleepers off. "Now, I hope you've learned your lesson." His aunt asked. Andrew gave an enthusiastic nod as he was laid back down. His aunt unstrapped his pacifier and pulled it out then pulled his plastic pants off. "Would you like your bottle now or do you want to let your mouth rest?" she asked while she unpinned the diaper. "I'll let it rest." Andrew answered. "Okay baby, now lift your bottom, honey." Andrew had noticed his legs were sore since he woke up but it was now that he noticed he could barely move them. He tried to lift his bottom but it was too painful. Andrew started to cry from the pain and embarrassment. "What's wrong, baby?" His aunt asked. "My legs hurt when...when I move them." Andrew said between sobs. "Oh, I knew I shouldn't have left you in those all night. But don't worry about it I'll take care of everything." She comforted him. "But what if I can't walk any more?" Andrew asked. "Don't worry about that baby. They will get better in a day or two." his aunt reassured him while she grabbed his ankles and lifted his bottom off the wet and messy diaper. Andrew winced at the pain of his legs being moved. She then pushed Andrew's knees up to his chest. "Could you hold those there for me honey?" She instructed as she prepared to clean him up. She pulled his legs apart then wiped off almost all of the poop with the front of the diaper. His aunt wiped him down a little more with the baby wipes then grabbed both his ankles again. She lifted his bottom off the dirty diaper and pulled it out from under him. She replaced it with one cloth diaper which she only laid over his crotch. "Here suck on this till I get back," she said as she handed him a bottle of formula to suck on. "And don't move,” she ordered as she walked out the door.

Andrew wondered what his aunt was doing. He soon figured it out when he heard water running in the bathroom. His aunt came back in the room and pulled the wet diaper off his crotch. She picked him up and carried him naked to the bathroom while he sucked on the bottle. She sat him in the tub and laid him back to soak for a minute as she prepared to wash him. His aunt came back over, sat him back up, pulled the bottle from him, and started washing him. Andrew sat there in total contentment as he was being bathed. Andrew was not able to stand, so his aunt drained the water and washed him while he laid there.

After the bath was finished, his aunt gave Andrew his bottle to finish. Then carefully picked him up out of the tub and laid him on a towel and picked him up. She then carried him to the nursery. He was laid on the changing table and dried off, all the while sucking happily on his bottle. His aunt began rubbing baby lotion all over his body and noticed that Andrew was sucking on an empty bottle. She gently pulled it from his mouth and asked, "Would you like your pacifier back yet?" "No not yet." He replied. His aunt then rubbed some Desitin on Andrew's diaper area, lifted his bottom off the changing table and slid three fresh diapers under it. She sprinkled baby powder on him and his diaper. Then pulled the diaper up and pinned them around his waist. She slipped the plastic pants over his feet and pulled them up over his diapers. She picked Andrew up and carried him downstairs to the kitchen and sat him in the highchair. She prepared several kinds of baby food for him, plus a bottle of juice. Andrew had never tasted juice like this before and asked his aunt what it was. She informed him that it was pear juice then fed him his breakfast and carried him back to the nursery. On the way up she patted him on the back. As the entered the nursery, Andrew let out a burp.

There she dressed him as he sucked on his bottle. She slipped a onesie over his head then one by one pulled his hands from the bottle and pushed them through the sleeves. "I suppose you don't feel like doing anything today do you?" she assumed. "Not really." Andrew said. "Well in that case I'll leave you like this. You're dressed enough for just staying around the house." His aunt said as she lifted his diapered bottom off the table, pulled the back flap down, then fastened the onesie together at the crotch. All the while Andrew enduring the mild pain. She pinned the cord attached to a pacifier to the onesie then carefully picked Andrew up. He winced at the pain when he instinctively tried to wrap his legs around his aunt's hip. She carried him downstairs to the living room then sat him on the couch. "So what would you like to do?" His aunt asked him. "Can we watch a movie?" Andrew inquired. "Sure, I have just the tape for you." She said as she opened a cabinet searched for a minute then pulled out a tape and inserted it into the VCR. She turned on the t.v. then sat down next to Andrew. She put her arm around him and pulled him close. The movie started and Andrew got excited. "Hey Aladdin! I've been wanting to see this movie for weeks ever since I saw the commercials. This is so cool," Andrew said. His aunt popped the pacifier in his mouth and said, "That's nice honey, lets watch the movie."

PART NINE

Andrew was really enjoying himself, except for when he moved his legs without thinking about it first. His aunt noticed his discomfort and paused the movie. She turned him so that his head was on a throw pillow and his legs were up on his aunt's lap. His aunt unpaused the movie and massaged his legs as they continued watching. "Does that feel good, baby?" she asked. Andrew nodded without turning his head from the t.v. Andrew was fixated in the movie, jumped slightly at the scary parts and of course wet his diapers. After awhile, his aunt pulled Andrew back up next to her. Andrew enjoyed this attention even more than he was enjoying the movie and didn't want it to end. When the movie ended Andrew felt troubled, he wanted to continue sitting there with his loving aunt. She noticed his apprehension so she pulled him up on her lap facing the television and put her arms around him. This puzzled Andrew, he was about to ask for another movie when the credits were interrupted and another movie started. "What movie is this?" Andrew asked after pulling his pacifier out. "I'm not sure, I borrowed this tape from a friend who has kids." his aunt replied. As they watched the movie, they saw that the picture was a little fuzzy and skipped a lot. "I think we need to adjust the tracking." Andrew's aunt announced. She put her hand over Andrew's crotch and down between his legs then stood up holding him to her. Andrew had expected her to sit him on the couch and do it herself so he was quite surprised by her actions. His diaper was so thick that he could barely feel his aunt's hand. She carried Andrew over to the VCR and bent forward slightly. Andrew held onto her arm to keep from falling. She adjusted the tracking with one hand and held Andrew with the other. Andrew felt strange being held by his aunt as if he were a little kid but didn't really mind. He just relaxed and held his aunt's arm with his legs dangling under him.

After adjusting the tracking then running the tape back to the beginning of the second movie, his aunt carried Andrew back over to the recliner and sat down with him in her lap. The movie ran almost crystal clear as they watched it and read the opening credits. They discovered that the name of the movie was "The Fox and the Hound" which Andrew didn't recognize. His aunt held him close and rubbed his body all over as they watched making Andrew feel treasured like he never had before. He put his pacifier back in his mouth and watched the movie. Not long after that his aunt grabbed a bottle from a table next to the chair. She shifted Andrew slightly in her lap so that he could still see the t.v. She gently pulled his pacifier from his mouth and pushed the nipple of the bottle in to replace it. Andrew sucked on the bottle as his aunt held it for him and they watched the movie. She still rubbed him with the hand she supported him with which kept Andrew very relaxed. Andrew quickly finished his bottle. His aunt then pulled it from his lips and set it on the table. She carefully turned Andrew around and put his head on her shoulder and began patting him firmly on the back. Andrew sat there and waited for the inevitable burp. A few seconds later Andrew let out a large belch which he wasn't expecting so soon and couldn't control. The loud belch startled Andrew into messing his diaper. "Uh oh! I think baby needs his diaper changed!" His aunt said in mock enthusiasm as she started to get up. "Can we wait until the movie's over?" Andrew said making a sad face. "Awww, how could I say no to that face." his aunt said and sat back on the chair.

His aunt unpaused the movie, turned Andrew around to face the t.v. and put his pacifier in his mouth. Andrew knew that he didn't really care about the movie. He just wanted to sit with his aunt. Besides the messy diaper kinda felt good. With the formula sitting well in his stomach and his aunt gently rubbing him, Andrew was soon sleeping softly. The movie ended an hour later and his aunt found Andrew asleep in her lap. She wanted to just sit there and let him sleep but she knew she had to change his messy diaper before he got a rash. She very carefully picked Andrew up and carried him up to the nursery. His aunt gently laid Andrew on the changing table then strapped him in at the wrists. Next his aunt undid his onesie then pushed it back off of his diaper. She pushed his legs up to his chest then pulled the back of his plastic pants from his diapers. She let his legs back down to the table and pulled the plastic pants off all the way. The next thing she did was unpin Andrew's wet and messy diapers. She pulled them down exposing the mess he had made of himself. His aunt again pushed Andrew's legs up to his chest. "Wath happening?" Andrew mumbled around his pacifier as he awakened after feeling the cold air on his crotch and feeling the soreness in his legs when they were moved. "Hi baby, I'm glad you're awake. Can you hold these please?" She said pointing to his knees then unstrapping his arms. Andrew grabbed and held onto the back of his knees as his aunt began cleaning the poop off of him.

After Andrew was mostly cleaned, his aunt once again took one cloth diaper and laid it under his butt and over his crotch. She strapped his arms back down, then left him to prepare a bath for him. Andrew laid there sucking on his pacifier, waiting for his aunt to return. After a few minutes she walked in, unstrapped him and carefully picked him up. She quickly carried him to the bathroom and sat him on the sink counter. She supported him with one hand while pulled the wet diaper from his crotch with the other. Next she lifted Andrew from the counter by his armpit and sat him in the water. His aunt let Andrew sit and play in the water for a few minutes. He found a few toys his aunt had placed in there for him. Andrew happily played as his aunt prepared to bathe him. She wet his hair then lathered baby shampoo in. Andrew continued to play as if his aunt were not there. Next she wet a washcloth then squirted some baby wash onto it. She washed Andrew starting with his face and working her way down. She drained the water and washed his lower parts flipping him over to wash his backside.

After the washing was done his aunt picked Andrew up and sat him on the side of the tub. Then, while still supporting him, she wrapped a towel around him and picked him up. She carried Andrew back to the nursery, gave him his usual rubdown of lotion, then diapered him extra thick. His aunt then produced a onesie and put it on him. "Are you cold?" she asked Andrew. "A little," Andrew replied. His aunt pulled a light green pair of sleepers out of a drawer and proceeded to put them on Andrew. She pinned Andrew's pacifier to his sleeper then picked him up. She carried him downstairs to the living room and sat him on the couch. She went to the kitchen briefly and returned with several jars of baby food and a bottle of juice. She sat down next to Andrew and positioned him so that his head was on the arm and his legs were in her lap. She opened the jars and set them on Andrew's stomach. Andrew found it amusing that he was being used as a table. "Careful baby, don't spill these." his aunt said in response to his giggling. She began by spoon feeding him some strained peaches. Next she gave him some apples & ham, followed by a banana, apple & plum mix. After a few spoonfuls of each she let him suck from a bottle of pear juice. After she finished feeding Andrew, she let him finish off the bottle of juice. Andrew quickly finished the half-empty bottle. "My, you're getting very good at that." his aunt said as she pulled the bottle from his mouth. She set it aside, pulled Andrew up to her and began burping him. Andrew released several burps before his aunt was satisfied. Andrew felt his diaper becoming warm as his aunt sat him on her lap. They watched the news for the next half hour. When the news was over, Andrew's aunt turned off the t.v. and once again found Andrew asleep in her lap. This time she decided that they would just sleep there. She had slept in the easy chair before so this time would be just fine. She carefully let the back down then wrapped her arms around Andrew.

PART TEN

The next morning Andrew woke up earlier than usual. He opened his eyes and realized he was still in the living room. He looked around but he couldn't find his aunt. He wondered if his legs were better today. He began to sit up but a pair of arms wrapped around him from behind and pulled him back down. Andrew gasped since he didn't know anyone was there. "Good morning, baby. Did you sleep well?" Andrew relaxed when he heard the familiar voice of his aunt. He felt his diaper get warm as he nodded yes. "You know," his aunt began while she sat up with Andrew. "It’s been awhile since I've slept with a baby in my lap. Only, the last one was a lot smaller," his aunt remarked. She tightened her hold as she got up with Andrew still in her arms. She carried him up to the nursery and straight to the changing table. Andrew was strapped down by his arms and his aunt began changing his soiled diaper. She cleaned him really good, powdered him up and pinned three fresh diapers on him. She pulled his plastic pants back up and refastened the snaps in the crotch of his sleepers. She released his arms then left the room.

Andrew wasn't sure whether to get up or not. He decided to test his legs a little first. He bent his right leg and brought it up. He was surprised that it was only a little sore. He tried the other legs with nearly the same result. He had just sat up as his aunt returned from the bathroom. "Let's get you fed, shall we?" his aunt offered. She picked Andrew up off the changing table and placed him on her hip. Andrew straddled his aunt’s hip as she carried him. "So, I take it your leg’s feeling better this morning?" she inquired. "Yeah," Andrew said with a nod. "Well I’m glad," she replied. His aunt placed Andrew in the highchair and secured the tray in place. She gave Andrew a bottle to keep him busy and prepared his food. She set the bowls of baby food on the table beside Andrew, took the bottle and fed him the baby food. She gave him back the bottle, released him from the highchair and carried him to the living room. She set him in the playpen then went to the kitchen to clean up the mess. Andrew nursed from the bottle and soon finished it. His aunt returned from the kitchen and retrieved the empty bottle from beside Andrew. She took it to the kitchen then walked back over to Andrew. She pulled the mittens on the ends of the sleeves over Andrew's hands and zipped them shut. "I'm going to take a shower now, so don't get in any trouble, or you know what will happen." Andrew was in no hurry to be put back into the red sleepers, and nodded yes. She turned on the t.v. to keep him busy then went to take her shower.

PART ELEVEN

Andrew watched Looney Toons as he sat in the playpen. He wasn't able to play with most of the toys in the playpen because of the mittens over his hands. Andrew soon bored of the cartoons and the few toys that he could play with and climbed out of the playpen. He wandered around the downstairs for awhile then climbed the stairs. Andrew entered the nursery and looked around a bit. He decided to look in the drawers, but he couldn't grasp the knobs. Andrew gave up on that idea and moved onto the closet. The door was closed and when he tried to open it his hand kept slipping off the doorknob. He tried wrapping both hands around it but the doorknob was too slippery. Andrew gave up on that idea and walked back out into the hall. He went into his aunt’s room and looked around. Andrew heard water running in her bathroom. He put his ear up to the door and heard his aunt in the shower. Suddenly the water stopped and Andrew could hear his aunt getting out of the tub. Andrew waddled out of the room as fast as he could so his aunt wouldn’t find him in there.

When Andrew reached the hall he tried to make a quick turn toward the stairs, but he slipped on the hardwood floor and fell down. He started crying, but he wasn’t sure why. He tried to stop but he couldn’t. His aunt appeared over him and picked him up. "What’s wrong baby?" she asked. "I...I...fell," Andrew managed to say. "Oh, well you shouldn’t be walking around in these sleepers. If you want to run around, I’ll put you in some rompers with pads on the feet, that way you won’t slip and fall," his aunt said as she carried him to the nursery. She laid Andrew face-down on the changing table then unzipped the sleepers. She pulled the back apart then flipped Andrew over. She then pulled the sleepers off his arms then pulled them from his legs. Andrew laid there in just a diaper. He touched his diaper and could feel that it was wet. Andrew didn’t really remember wetting himself, but his diaper was definitely wet. His aunt turned Andrew back over and began putting the rompers on him. She picked up each foot and slid it into the legs then pulled Andrew’s arms back and slipped them into the sleeves. Next she turned Andrew back over and zipped up the romper suit. She picked Andrew up and stood him on the floor.

Andrew was relieved that he didn’t have any mittens over his hands anymore. "Now, why don’t you go downstairs and play while I get dressed." she led Andrew to the door and directed him to the stairs then went to her room to finish dressing herself. Andrew waddled down the stairs as he felt himself wet his diapers. He smiled at his infantile act and went to the living room to watch cartoons. After a minute or two, Andrew realized he could go look in the nursery closet and dresser. He climbed out of the playpen and waddled to the stairs. He was almost to the top when he heard his aunt coming out of her room. "Well hello, baby. Did you miss me?" she said as she approached him and picked him up. "Since you’re feeling better today, I think we should do something outside." she stated. "OK." Andrew replied. She laid Andrew on the changing table, unzipped his rompers and checked his diaper. "I think baby needs a change," his aunt announced. She zipped the rompers back up, then undid some snaps in the crotch. His aunt proceeded to change Andrew’s wet and slightly messy diapers. She cleaned him up, applied ointment to his entire diaper area, powdered him, then pinned two diapers on him. She pulled his plastic pants back up and over the diapers. She fastened the snaps in Andrew’s crotch and sat him up.

PART TWELVE

Two diapers felt strange to Andrew. He was used to a thick three diapers. Andrew watched as his aunt retrieved the pair of Blue’s Clues sandals. She put them on Andrew’s feet over his rompers. "Okay, baby, time to go outside." His aunt said as she picked him up and carried him downstairs. She took him out to her backyard. Andrew realized that he had never been in her backyard before. There was a picnic table, a swingset, and plenty of room to run around. "So what do you want to do first, baby?" his aunt asked. "Swings!" was Andrew’s enthusiastic response. "I thought so," his aunt replied. She carried him over to the swingset and buckled him into one of the medium-sized baby swings. Andrew was beginning to like using the baby swings. This one even had a chest strap so he didn’t even have to hold on. Andrew enjoyed the swings until his aunt got tired and decided that was enough. But Andrew didn’t want to stop and asked if he could push himself for awhile. "Sure baby, Go ahead. I’ll sit right here and watch." His aunt sat at the nearby picnic table and watched as Andrew got himself going really high.

Andrew swung until his legs were tired. His aunt undid the straps for Andrew and helped him out of the baby swing. It was a lot higher than Andrew thought and when he turned around he saw that the seat was about up to his chin. "Uh oh, you look like you’re getting hot." his aunt remarked. "Yeah, a little." Andrew responded. His aunt sat Andrew down on the tabletop and removed his sandals. She unzipped his rompers and removed them leaving Andrew in nothing but a diaper. She pulled a bottle of kids’ sunblock out of her pocket and began smearing it all over Andrew. She sat him back down and put his sandals back on. Andrew felt funny wearing only a diaper. He wasn’t too worried about being caught, it just didn’t feel right. His aunt picked him up and stood him on the ground. "Let’s play some catch." his aunt said. "OK." Andrew answered. His aunt grabbed a ball from under the table and tossed it softly to Andrew. Andrew caught it and tossed it back while having more fun than he thought he would have. His aunt was really enjoying watching Andrew run around to catch the ball, especially when she would through it wide and he would have to waddle after it.

After an hour or so Andrew tired of playing catch. His aunt walked over and checked his diaper. "Uh oh, I better change you before you leak" she remarked. As Andrew followed her, he felt a dribble go down his leg. "How did she know that?" Andrew wondered. When they reached the table, his aunt laid him on it. "Now stay put." she instructed. Andrew lay there for awhile, he felt his diaper, it felt warm. He stuck his hand inside and felt the cloth. It was really wet, it even started to leak out of the top. Andrew quickly put his plastic pants back in place to stop the leak. His aunt soon returned carrying his diaper bag and a bottle. She handed Andrew the bottle and set the diaper bag down on the bench. "I’m going to change your diaper out here so we don’t make a mess inside." She explained.

She pulled his plastic pants down as he lifted up. Andrew heard his diaper squish as it pressed against the table. His aunt unpinned the diapers and pulled them down exposing his privates to the sunlight. Andrew felt the warm sunlight all over his body. Andrew looked down to see the sunlight reflecting off his wet diaper area. His aunt began wiping him off with baby wipes from the diaper bag. Andrew laid back and continued to suck on his bottle. His aunt grabbed his legs and pushed them up to his chest. Andrew held them up as his aunt cleaned his bottom and exchanged the dirty diapers for two clean ones. She oiled and powdered him then pinned the diapers around his hips. "These plastic pants are pretty wet, I think I’ll give you some new ones," she said as she removed his sandals and pulled the plastic pants over his bare feet. She rummaged around in the diaper bag then pulled out a yellow pair of plastic pants with nursery prints on them. "You like these? I just got them in. I had to order them special, since the stores around here only sell plain ones." She explained as she slipped them past his feet and up over his diapers. "Yeah, they’re cute." Andrew answered in response to the question. "And they’re even cuter on you," his aunt remarked.

PART THIRTEEN

She put the supplies back in the diaper bag then sat down next to Andrew, on the bench. Andrew just lay there on the table continuing to suck on his bottle. He soon finished the bottle and handed it to his aunt. She placed in the diaper bag then sat Andrew up. "Let’s take a walk on one of my trails." "OK," Andrew replied. His aunt picked Andrew up and placed him on her hip. She began walking as Andrew got comfortable. Andrew wrapped his legs all the way around his aunt’s hips and a hand holding on to her side. His aunt had a hand on the back of his diaper to help support him. They entered a path and were soon surrounded by trees. Andrew was enjoying himself very much as his aunt pointed out various things about the trees and other plants. Soon Andrew had a question, "But, how come this path is mowed. I didn’t think you had time to come out here and do it?" "You’re right, I don’t have time. Taking care of you is a full-time job," she said with a smile. "I pay a boy who comes twice a week. He mows my lawn and these trails."

They continued walking and chatting. Soon Andrew’s aunt felt his diaper become warm. They giggled about it for a few minutes. "You know, you’ve taken to this quite well," his aunt began, "It’s only been two weeks and already you use you’re diapers like a real baby. You haven’t had solid food for over a week plus you use a bottle and pacifier as well as you did when you were two. Which reminds me," she said and pulled his pacifier out of her shirt pocket. She made sure it was clean then put it into Andrew’s mouth. He began sucking on it immediately, he noticed and giggled. "Come to think of it, you’re even better than a real baby. You’re not running around getting into stuff all the time. You don’t cry at the drop of a hat. I’ve seen babies that cry half the time they’re awake. Not to mention, how much easier you are to change. Almost every real baby I’ve had or babysat, put up a fuss or even threw a fit during diaper changes," his aunt explained. Andrew just listened and sucked on his pacifier. "You’re even a better listener than my late husband," she remarked. Andrew was a little confused, "What’s ‘late’ mean?" he asked. "It means that he’s dead now. And that I was referring to him shortly before he died," his aunt explained. "Oh, OK," Andrew returned and laid his head on his aunt’s shoulder. His aunt scooted Andrew around to her front and held him tight. Andrew laid his head back on his aunt’s shoulder and watched the trees as they passed by.

Soon they came upon a creek that ran beside the trail. Andrew’s aunt sat down in a bench beside the creek. Andrew attempted to go play in the creek but his aunt held him back. "Hold on sweetie, let me put your sandals on you," she said. She sat him on the bench with his legs hanging over her lap. She pulled his sandals out of her pocket and slipped them on his feet. She also pulled his pacifier out of his mouth. Andrew hopped down and waddled over to the creek. His aunt lay back on the bench and watched Andrew as he played. He looked under rocks for whatever he could find. It wasn’t long before Andrew was up to his knees in the water, luckily that was as deep as the creek got. He was having a lot of fun chasing the fish and anything else that moved.

After awhile Andrew managed to catch a frog. And presented it to his aunt. "Look, I caught a frog," Andrew said in excitement. "Now, how did you do that?" she asked. "I just grabbed him, can I keep him?" he asked. "I suppose so, if you can hold him all the way back to the house," she said. "But first lets get you dried off." His aunt sat Andrew down on the bench and pulled a small towel from her back pocket. She pulled his sandals off his feet and dried them. She dried off Andrew’s legs starting at his feet and working her way up. She decided to put his sandals back on him then stood him up. "Do you want to or would you like me to carry you?" she inquired. "I think I’ll walk for now," Andrew replied. His aunt put her arm on his back to direct him as they walked. Andrew didn’t even notice that they were still walking in the same direction as before. Andrew opened his hands a little to look at the frog. Suddenly the frog jumped out of his hands. Andrew quickly ran after it and caught it. He decided not to do that anymore. They continued toward the house. After a few steps Andrew could tell that his diaper was a little sticky in the back.

As they neared the house Andrew felt poop pressing its way out of his butt and against his diaper. It spread down between his legs and eventually up around his dick and balls. The fact that he just messed his diaper didn’t phase Andrew very much and he kept walking like normal. The only thing he was interested in was getting his frog into a jar. They went into the house and retrieved a jar. "Lets go back outside in case he gets away," his aunt said. She directed him back out to the table in her back yard. She opened the jar and set it on the table. Andrew carefully dropped the frog into the jar. His aunt quickly put the lid on the jar before the frog could get out. "Okay let’s get that diaper changed," she said. "Could we do it out here again?" Andrew asked. "Sure we can," she replied.

She picked Andrew up and sat him on the table. He felt his poop squishing up toward the front of his diaper. He lay back as his aunt opened his diaper bag. She pulled out a travel pack of baby wipes, a bottle of baby powder, baby lotion, a tube of Desitin, and a baby bottle of formula. She gave Andrew the baby bottle for him to suck on. He stuck it in his mouth as his aunt pulled his plastic pant down. The poop had spread to the plastic pants so his aunt decided that he needed a clean pair. She removed his sandals then pulled the plastic pant down over his bare feet. She carefully undid the pins and pulled the diapers down off his crotch revealing the worst mess she had ever seen in a diaper. The poop had spread up and engulfed his entire crotch. The inside diaper was in similar shape, covered almost completely in poop. She lifted Andrew’s bottom off the diapers by his ankles and pulled the messy diaper out from under him leaving the other generally clean diaper. She pushed Andrew’s legs up to his chest, still keeping his bottom off the diaper. She spread his legs and had Andrew hold them. Taking the wet diaper, she wiped as much poop off him as she could. As Andrew held his legs up by his chest, a stream of pee shot from his dick hitting him in the chest and face causing him to cry. "What’s wrong, baby?" his aunt said not seeing what happened. She caressed his face and felt the wetness. She smelled her hand, "Oh I see, I guess you really do need a bath," she said and produced a disposable diaper from the diaper bag. She quickly taped it over his still messy diaper area then grabbed a baby wipe and cleaned the pee off his face. "I’ll be right back, and don’t get off the table, you don’t have any shoes on." his aunt said and went into the house.

PART FOURTEEN

Andrew had mostly recovered from the shock of peeing all over himself. He looked down to see that he was in one of his old disposables. Andrew put his legs together and savored the feelings that came with it. It had been awhile since he could touch his legs together. Andrew sat up on the table but knew better than to get off. He was in no hurry to get in trouble again. Andrew felt as if he were still naked in the thin diaper. He also felt slimy since he still had some poop covering most of his diaper area. He looked for the baby bottle he was sucking on but couldn’t find it. He figured that his aunt must have taken it with her. He scooted over to where his frog was. He picked up the jar and looked at it. It just sat there and stared back for a few minutes. Then without warning, the frog jumped toward Andrew’s face. Andrew jumped back and dropped the jar onto the grass. He was about to jump down but he remembered that he couldn’t get off the table. Andrew squatted down on the bench and tried to reach the jar. He stretched but still couldn’t quite reach it. He made one last effort to reach but fell off the bench.

Andrew quickly got to his feet, grabbed the jar and jumped back onto the bench. He sat down on the table and felt a warm diaper pressing against his bottom. He looked around but didn’t see his aunt. Andrew sighed in relief as he picked up the jar still containing his frog. He wondered what was taking his aunt so long. He continued to look at his frog, but this time not so closely. The frog was still excited from being dropped and was jumping all over the jar. The frog eventually calmed down and it got into a staring match with Andrew.

Suddenly, Andrew was grabbed from behind and pulled from the table. He let out a scream as he tried to get free. The next thing he knew, he was held cradle style looking up at his aunt. “Did I scare you?” she asked. Andrew was relieved that he wasn’t in any sort of trouble and felt his entire body relax. He expected to wet his diaper but he didn’t have anything left after falling off the table earlier. They both laughed over Andrew’s reaction. “I’m sorry I took so long, but I got a phone call,” she explained. “You have a phone?” Andrew said. “Yes I have a phone. I’m not that old,” she replied in mock offence. “NO, I don’t mean that, it’s just that I never heard a phone ring here at all,” Andrew related. “Well I don’t get many calls,” she said. By that time they had made it up to the bathroom where a bath already was waiting for Andrew. His aunt stood him up on the floor. She grasped the front of his diaper and with one quick jerk, ripped it off his body. “Cool!” Andrew said in response. “That’s a lot easier and it saves time,” his aunt explained. She picked him up and sat him in the warm bathwater. She filled a cup from the other side of the tub and wet Andrew’s hair with it. Baby shampoo was lathered in, then rinsed out. His aunt moved on to washing the rest of him. She made sure that his entire body was wet. She grabbed a spare washcloth, stuck it under the water and wiped Andrew’s diaper area with it. She stood him up and drained the water. Next she lathered a clean washcloth up with baby wash.

Andrew was washed and rinsed by his aunt. She then pulled a large towel from the closet and wrapped it around him. Andrew was carried out to the backyard and stood on the table. His aunt dried him off then laid him down on the towel. She gave him his rubdown with baby lotion. “I think you’re starting to get a slight rash down here,” she announced. “This calls for some Desitin.” His aunt rubbed a layer of Desitin over his entire diaper area, applying it thickly on the red areas. She lifted his legs up to his chest so that she could get to his butt. Andrew put his hand down in front of his dick just in case. “Now don’t pee on yourself this time, I don’t want to have to give you another bath,” his aunt said. “I’ll try. I’ve only done it once, though,” Andrew stated. “No, you did it once the first day you were here, remember?” she answered. “Oh, right,” Andrew returned. “And you’ll probably be doing it more and more often now.” his aunt predicted.

She produced four cloth diapers from the bag and laid them under Andrew’s bottom. “Might as well use up the last four diapers,” his aunt remarked. A generous amount of baby powder was applied to the diapers. His aunt sprinkled powder on his crotch and between his legs. She pulled two of the diapers up and pinned them in place snugly. Next she pulled the last two diapers up and pinned then over the first two. She pulled a dark red pair of plastic pants with light colored nursery prints on them. “Hey I like those,” Andrew said. His aunt slid them up over his diapers and made sure no diapers were sticking out. She put the changing supplies back in the diaper bag. Then pulled out a brush. “We have to make sure your hair is nice and neat.” She proceeded to brush his hair, making sure there were no tangles. She finished and put the brush back in the bag. “grab your frog, honey.” his aunt said. Andrew reached over and grabbed the jar his frog was in. His aunt picked him up and carried him into the house. “Okay it’s time for your nap, so put your frog on the table for now.” Andrew reluctantly set the jar on the table. His aunt carried him up to the nursery and laid him in the crib. She covered him up with a blanket then stuck a pacifier in his mouth. “Sleep tight, I’ll be back to wake you up in a couple of hours,” she said and left the room.

It was quite a shock for Andrew to go from his old thin disposable to an extra thick four diapers. He was still excited about catching his frog. He also wondered if he would be allowed to go back outside since he was wearing four diapers instead of two. Andrew reached down and felt his thick diapers. He noted that it was weird that he was not wearing a sleeper to bed. Andrew may have had a lot on his mind but he still fell asleep very quickly.

PART FIFTEEN

Andrew woke up to find himself being lifted out of the crib. “Good afternoon, baby. How’d you sleep?” his aunt asked. “Really good.” Andrew responded. His aunt carried Andrew downstairs to the living room. She sat in her easychair and laid him across her lap. She stuck a bottle in his mouth and held it. Andrew nursed from the bottle as his aunt held it for him. He felt himself wet his diaper as he sucked on the bottle. His aunt stroked his hair as he lay there. “You’re just too cute,” she remarked. Andrew smiled around the bottle and continued sucking on it. Shortly afterward Andrew finished the bottle. “So, are you ready for some more fun?” his aunt asked. “Can we play outside some more?” Andrew inquired. “Alright, but you won’t be able to do as much in these diapers,” his aunt said patting the crotch of his diaper. Even though his aunt patted his diaper pretty hard Andrew hardly felt a thing. “I can still swing, can’t I?” Andrew responded. “I suppose you could,” she answered.

His aunt pulled Andrew up to her and laid him over her chest with his head on her left shoulder. She Stood up and shifted Andrew so that he was straddling her. His aunt patted his back as she carried him to the kitchen. Andrew released a burp just before they entered the kitchen. His aunt dropped the bottle in the sink and headed out the back door. She carried Andrew over to the swingset and placed him in the middle swing. All the straps were fastened by his aunt. Next his aunt turned a little knob on the buckle then pulled it out. “Now, I have some dishes to do and some laundry to start. So you just swing while I go inside and do that.” She gave him a big push to get him started. “But don’t worry, I’ll be watching you from the windows in case you get hurt or in trouble. Ok, so just have fun and I’ll be right back out as soon as I can.” She said. She started for the house but stopped, “Oh, I forgot,” she said and pulled a pacifier out of her pocket. She popped it in Andrew’s mouth as he swung forward. She then went into the house.

Andrew continued to swing, he wanted to see how high he could get. Andrew pumped as hard as he could and soon he was soaring higher than he thought he could. He was getting quite a view at each peak. Andrew looked around at his aunt’s back yard and noticed it was larger than he originally thought. Eventually he swung so high that the tension in the chains was lost and as Andrew fell back down the chains jerked him back into the swing’s arc. Andrew decided to cool it and swing lower. Andrew was having a lot of fun, but he was starting to get lonely. He remembered that his frog was still in the kitchen. Andrew decided to go get his frog. He stopped swinging and tried to get out of the swing. But when Andrew tried to undo the straps he couldn’t. First of all, he couldn’t find any button to push on like a seat belt. He then realized that the knob his aunt took must be the button that releases him from the swing. Andrew once again felt completely helpless. Andrew wasn’t mad, instead he kind of enjoyed the feeling it made him feel fuzzy all over. He felt his diaper become warm between his legs. He felt his dick become hard inside his diaper. Andrew gave up on getting his frog, so he decided to swing some more.

After about five more minutes of swinging Andrew’s aunt returned from her chores. “So, baby did you have fun?” she asked. “Yeah, I swung so high I could see the whole yard. Then I started getting lonely so I wanted to get my frog but I couldn’t get the straps undone. So I swung some more,” Andrew explained. He slowed his swinging as he talked with his aunt. “Oh, I’m sorry about that, it’s just a safety feature. I didn’t want you jumping down from way up there and twisting your ankle or something. Plus you don’t have any shoes on, and I don’t want you walking around outside barefoot. You didn’t mind, did you?” his aunt asked. “No, I don’t mind. It made me feel kinda funny all over. Then I wet my diaper.” Andrew said with a smile. “Now what exactly do you mean by ‘feeling funny all over’?” his aunt inquired. “I’m not really sure. It felt kinda good like when you first put me back in diapers,” Andrew answered. “So you like it then?” she asked. “I guess so.” Andrew blushed with his answer. “Well then, I don’t feel so bad about it now,” his aunt reported. “This is what you need to get out of these swings.” she showed Andrew the knob she pulled out earlier and stuck it back into the buckle.

She fastened the chest strap and stepped around to the back of the swing. “The chest strap doesn’t have a lock since it’s not really important. It wouldn’t make much difference in keeping you from falling out. But I can see that you like using it.” his aunt said as she began pushing him. “Yeah it make me feel real secure.” Andrew said. “Wait, I have an idea,” she said and stopped the swing. She unbuckled the chest strap and extended it a little. She then pulled both side over the top of Andrew’s arms and fastened them together. This effectively pinned Andrew’s upper arms. Andrew giggled at his predicament as he got the fuzzy feeling again. His aunt pushed him in the swing for awhile, until she thought that she should check on the laundry. “Do you want to continue swinging or come inside with me?” she asked. “How long will you be gone?” Andrew returned. “No more than a few minutes, I’ll only need to transfer the laundry from the washer to the dryer,” his aunt informed him. “I’ll stay here then. But could you bring me my frog?” Andrew asked. “Sure, no problem.” his aunt went into the kitchen and quickly returned with the jar containing his frog.

By then Andrew had managed to release the chest strap, freeing his arms. “Are you done using the chest strap?” she asked. “I just wanna use my arms,” Andrew responded. “That’s fine, I’ll just readjust it then.” His aunt handed Andrew his frog Then she pulled the strap under Andrew’s arms and over his chest. She buckled it together and she stepped behind the swing. Andrew felt the strap retract until it was tight. “I’ll be right back in a few minutes.” His aunt said pausing only to remove the knob from the swing’s buckle. Andrew looked at his frog as he continued to pump with his legs. After a little while the chest strap began get uncomfortable and started to hurt Andrew’s chest. He could hardly move with it on. Andrew released the chest strap, relieving the pressure on his chest. Andrew continued to swing as he looked at his frog. The frog jumped around in the jar then stopped and sat still.

Andrew wanted to hold the frog in his hand. He tried to open the jar but his hands were too small to grip the large jar lid. Andrew’s hand slipped off the lid and he almost dropped the jar. Andrew then stuck the jar between his legs and gripped the lid with both hands. Andrew wasn’t able to squeeze hard enough on the jar with his legs because of the thick diapers. He again tried to open it with one hand. This time his hand slipped off the jar causing Andrew to drop the jar. It hit his legs then rolled of towards the ground. Andrew lunged for the jar trying to catch it. Suddenly he realized the swing was flipping forward with him. He tried to stop it but he was too late. The swing flipped over leaving Andrew hanging upside-down. He began crying as his arms flailed about uselessly. Try as he might, Andrew couldn’t turn the swing back over. He was now totally helpless, but this time he wasn’t enjoying it.

PART SIXTEEN

Suddenly Andrew was grabbed from above then found himself in his aunt’s arms. Andrew immediately wrapped his arms and legs around his aunt’s body. His aunt had already put the knob into the buckle but Andrew was hugging her so hard that she couldn’t turn it. She carefully tried to push Andrew’s hips out enough, but he resisted. “Relax baby, I have to get the swing off you,” his aunt said as she rubbed his back. She finally got Andrew relaxed enough that she could turn the knob.

She pushed the swing off him and immediately carried him into the house. Andrew continued to cry into his aunt’s shoulder as she carried him into the living room. She sat in her easy chair trapping his arms and legs. Andrew hardly noticed, he had no intention of letting go any time soon. His aunt reached around and offered him a pacifier. Andrew opened his mouth to accept it and sucked wildly on it. His aunt reclined the easy chair to make them more comfortable. Soon Andrew had calmed down to only sniffles and the occasional sob. His aunt took this time to check his diaper. She couldn’t quite see it over his shoulder. She pulled the back of his plastic pants down a few inches and felt the top of his diaper. It felt fairly damp, which meant the rest of his diapers must be soaked.

Andrew tried to take his pacifier out to speak, but his arms were still trapped under his aunt. She noticed his struggling and decided release his arms rather than get him upset all over again. She leaned forward allowing him to pull his hands out. Andrew’s hands felt tingly as soon as they were freed. Andrew pulled his pacifier out then dropped it onto his aunt’s shoulder. He tried to pick it up but his hands were still too stiff. He leaned back away from his aunt’s shoulder. “So, feeling better?” she inquired. “Yeah, but my feet are asleep,” Andrew replied. “Oh okay, hold on then,” Andrew put his arms around his aunt’s neck as she stood up. She pulled his feet from behind her back. “So ready for a change? I don’t want you leaking on my lap,” she asked. “Yeah it’s starting to get a little itchy,” Andrew replied. “Okay then, but we’ll have to do it inside since your diaper bag is empty,” his aunt stated. “That’s ok,” Andrew answered.

Andrew was carried up to the nursery and laid on the changing table. He grabbed his feet and examined them. “My feet are numb,” Andrew announced. “Oh, you’ll live,” his aunt joked. She pushed his legs back and strapped his arms down. She pulled his plastic pants down and off him. Then she checked the condition of his diaper. “Not quite as bad as I thought,” she remarked. She removed the first set of pins and pulled the first two diapers down then did the same with the other two. “Your rash doesn’t look any better, I guess I shouldn’t have left you in those diapers that long,” his aunt remarked. She motioned for Andrew to lift up then pulled the diapers out from under him. She wiped him with baby wipes then generously applied Desitin to his rash. She applied a thin coat of Desitin to the rest of Andrew’s diaper area. “You know, you’ve been pretty good about not getting rashes,” his aunt stated. “Yeah this is only my first one,” Andrew responded. “Well, since you were about two,” his aunt added. She finished with the Desitin then moved on to his next set of diapers. “It only a couple of hours till your bedtime but I’m still going to change you between now and then. So I’ll only use two diapers,” she explained.

Andrew rose up to accept the diapers. His aunt sprinkled the last bit of baby powder from one container then bent down to retrieve a full one. “Well, you just can’t wait to use those diapers, can you?” she asked. “Huh?” Andrew returned. Then he felt warmth spreading through the diapers he was lying on. “Well at least you didn’t squirt across the room,” his aunt remarked. She noticed Andrew blushing. “Oh, don’t be embarrassed it’s not your fault. You’ll get used to it soon enough,” she said. “But I don’t want to make a big mess,” Andrew answered. “That’s Okay, I can clean it up. But I’m definitely not putting wet diapers on you, especially with your rash,” she stated.

His aunt pushed his legs up to his chest and pulled the wet diapers out from under him, then quickly replaced them with two fresh ones. She wiped Andrew’s bottom off and applied some more Desitin to that spot. She powdered the diaper generously then pulled it up between his legs. His aunt pinned the diaper nice and snug around his waist then retrieved a clean pair of plastic pants from the dresser. “What do you think of these?” she asked holding up a pair of blue plastic pants with baby animals on it. “I like it,” Andrew replied. “You mean, you like them?” she questioned. “Yeah, but why do we call them, them?” Andrew asked. “You know, I really don’t know,” his aunt replied. She slipped them on Andrew, then went back to the dresser and opened the top drawer. She pulled out a striped onesie, along with a pair of shorts, and a pair of socks. Andrew looked a the onesie and thought the top looked like any regular shirt. His aunt slipped it over his head then laid him back. He raised up for her and she snapped the flaps together. “Why do we call those a pair of shorts?” Andrew inquired. “Because there’s two legs, see?” she stated. The shorts were slid over his bare feet, up over his diapers. Next came the socks, his aunt separated them. “Why do we call them a pair of socks?” Andrew asked. “Oh now your just being silly,” his aunt said and tweaked his nose causing Andrew to giggle. She put the socks on his feet then went to the closet. She returned with a pair of Power Ranger sneakers. She stuck Andrew’s feet in them and closed the Velcro straps.

His aunt commenced to putting a few things away as Andrew sat on the changing table admiring his new shoes. He still liked the Power Rangers even though most of his friends had moved on to other things. “You like those shoes?” his aunt asked as she started brushing his hair. “Yeah they’re cool,” Andrew replied. “I’m glad you like them,” she said. His aunt lifted him off the table and placed him on her hip. She carried him to her room to retrieve her purse, then out her car. His aunt buckled Andrew into the car seat then climbed into the drivers seat. She drove for about five minutes until they reached a large supermarket. They claimed a parking spot right next to a cart corral.

Andrew waited for his aunt to release him from the car seat, despite the fact that he could have easily done it himself. His aunt came around and unbuckled the car seat. She lifted him out of the seat and stood him up next to the car. She pulled a cart from the corral and pushed it up next to Andrew. “Am I going to sit up here?” Andrew asked pointing to the fold-up child seat. “No, you won’t fit in there with cloth diapers on, maybe with a disposable, but I’m not even sure about that. This time you’ll ride down in the basket,” his aunt said then lifted him into the cart. She pushed him into the store and began their shopping.

PART SEVENTEEN

As always she began in the produce aisle. She inspected each item she wanted and asked Andrew what he thought. He accepted each item knowing that he probably wouldn’t have to eat any of them. Next they moved on to the grocery isles. Andrew paid little attention to what was being bought since none of it was meant for him. He instead occupied his time by watching the stuff they passed and playing with some cans in the cart. His aunt saw Andrew just rolling a can back and forth in the cart and decided that he needed something more constructive to do. “Okay baby, I putting you in charge of organizing the groceries. Think you can handle that?” his aunt offered. “Yeah,” Andrew said excitedly “How do you want them organized?” Andrew inquired. “I’ll leave that up to you,” she returned. Andrew decided to group them by size. He put all the big items on his right and the small items on his left.

His aunt continued her shopping, with Andrew organizing the cart for her. After a while Andrew decided to reorganize their stuff, this time by container. Andrew no longer paid any attention to where they were in the store. He didn’t even know what his aunt was buying until she handed to him. He would give each item a quick look then set it in it’s appropriate place in the cart. Andrew didn’t even notice that they were in the baby section until his aunt handed him a case of baby formula. “What’s this?” Andrew asked since he had never paid attention to the baby foods before. He was too busy looking at the baby diapers. “That’s baby formula,” she replied. “Oh, all this?” Andrew asked. “Yes, all that. Those should last you about a week, maybe less. Each one of these cans makes about ten of your bottles,” she explained. “OK,” Andrew replied.

Andrew wasn’t sure where to put the baby formula, then an idea came to him. He stuck it in the middle to divide the cans from the boxes. Then his aunt began handing him jar after jar of baby food. “Man, how many do we need?” Andrew asked after the jars began piling up. “We need a whole bunch. You eat about eight of them a day, along with baby formula and juice,” his aunt said. Just them something caught his aunt’s eye. “Hey, they’ve come out with a size 4 pacifier!” she said enthusiastically. “You’ve been using size 3 but I never thought they were big enough. Want some?” she offered. “Sure,” Andrew responded. “Okay what colors do you want?” she asked. Andrew picked out a blue and green one then a red and yellow one. “Now don’t suck on these yet, I’ll have to wash them off. They probably still have some chemicals from the factory on them,” his aunt instructed. She grabbed a baby wipe refill pack then pushed Andrew to the next aisle. Andrew was beginning to run out of room for all the groceries. But his aunt wasn’t done shopping yet. She handed Andrew a canister of corn meal. “Hey, I like corn meal,” Andrew announced. “That’s good because I’ll be feeding that to you. I just realized that babies can eat it,” his aunt explained. “Cool,” Andrew replied. He carefully placed the corn meal in the cart.

His aunt continued her shopping while all the groceries began to bury Andrew’s legs. Andrew organized it as best he could but there was just too much. His aunt selected a few more items then made Andrew an offer. “Since you’ve been such a good baby, I’m going to get you a treat. You like ice cream?” she asked. “Yeah!” Andrew responded. She pushed Andrew over to the ice cream section, “What kind do you want, baby?” she asked. “I want strawberry,” Andrew said. His aunt grabbed a half-gallon out of the freezer and went to the milk cooler. She grabbed a gallon of milk then pushed Andrew towards the checkout. On the way they passed the dental section. “OH NO! I’ve completely forgotten about you’re teeth,” his aunt exclaimed. She quickly grabbed a toothbrush and toothpaste.

Andrew helped his aunt put the groceries onto the belt. “Okay, time to get out,” she said and lifted Andrew out of the cart. She stood him by the register and pushed the cart down for the bagboy to fill. As his aunt paid for the groceries, Andrew decided that he wanted to push the cart. He began pushing it and his aunt came up behind him. She put her hand over his, trapping them to the bar. “I wanna push it,” Andrew said. “Alright, if you insist,” she responded. Andrew pushed the cart out the door and to the car. As they left one of the cashiers remarked. “Did you see how big that boy’s butt was?” The other responded, “I don’t know, I just shut up and smile,” Andrew helped his aunt load the groceries into the car, then pushed the cart into the corral. He waddled back over to his aunt and was strapped into the car seat.

PART EIGHTEEN

The ride back took way too long for Andrew. He couldn’t wait to get some of the ice cream. Finally they made it back to her house. She released Andrew from the car seat and gave him some groceries to carry in. It took them three tips to bring all of it in. Andrew noticed that he couldn’t carry as much as he used to but this didn’t bother him. After they finished their last trip and put everything away his aunt immediately pulled down his shorts and checked his diaper. “Well, you pee peed a lot at the store, didn’t you?” she remarked. Andrew just shrugged his shoulders, since he wasn’t really sure.

His aunt carried him upstairs to the nursery and onto the changing table. She laid him on the table and removed his shoes, socks, then pulled the shorts from around his ankles. She undid the onesie and pushed it up out of the way, then pulled his plastic pants down. She felt his diaper, “Not as bad as I thought, but I’m changing you, anyway,” she stated. She unpinned the diapers and pulled them away from his crotch to reveal Andrew peeing. “Well you’re just not finished with these yet, now are you?” his aunt said. “I guess not, I thought the diaper was just really warm.” Andrew said. “Well pee pee does that to a diaper,” she stated. “Done yet?” Andrew shrugged his shoulders. “Well, you’re no help.” she said with a smile as she carefully pulled the diapers away from his crotch. She didn’t see any more pee coming out so she figured that it was safe to change his diaper.

She pulled the diaper out from under Andrew, wiped him off, then slipped two fresh diapers under him. She powdered both Andrew and the diapers, then pinned them on him. She pulled the plastic pants back up and refastened the onesie. She carried him down to the kitchen and sat him in the highchair. She quickly filled a bottle with juice and gave it to him, then went on preparing the rest of his meal. She set a divided plate down in front of Andrew with three kinds of baby food. She fed all of it to Andrew then cleaned him up as he finished the bottle.

“Ready for some ice cream?” she asked. “Yeah!” Andrew exclaimed. “Okay, you go to the living room and I’ll be there in a minute with your ice cream.” she released him from the highchair and stood him on the floor. Andrew decided to crawl to the living room. His aunt admired his diapered bottom wiggling from side to side as he made his way to the living room. She scooped some ice cream into a bowl and made a soft serve out of it. She brought it into the living room and found Andrew still crawling around. “Okay kiddo, park it right here.” Andrew crawled over to the couch as fast as he could. His aunt laid him over her lap with his head on the arm of the couch.

She stirred the ice cream again then scooped some for Andrew. He gratefully ate the spoonful and every one after that. Andrew started eating them too quickly and got a headache. He started crying. “Uh oh, I think somebody’s got an ice cream headache.” she said and held his head to her chest till he stopped crying. “Ready for some more?” she asked. Andrew nodded. His aunt fed him some more, but this time slowly. Andrew soon finished the bowl, “Can I have some more?” Andrew asked. “You cam have some more tomorrow.” she said. Andrew pretended to pout. His aunt put that to an end by tickling his stomach.

Andrew couldn’t help breaking out with laughter. She continued tickling Andrew all over his body with him squirming in her lap. Andrew managed to escape and his aunt gave chase. He crawled around the living room, circling the playpen, then headed for the stairs. He made it up four stairs when his aunt grabbed him, held him up over her head then sat him on her shoulders. She felt his warm diaper press up against the back of her neck. She walked back to the living room and sat on the couch leaving Andrew on her shoulders. She watched the news and felt Andrew squirming. “What, you don’t like the news?” she asked. “No,” was Andrew’s playful response.

Suddenly his aunt raised her arms and jumped up so fast that Andrew plopped straight down on the couch. He tried to get off the couch but his aunt caught him, sat him on her lap, and wrapped her arms around him. “Now I got ya,” she stated. Andrew tried to escape but it was futile. “Ha, now you have to watch the news,” she said. “Humph,” was Andrew response. His aunt popped his pacifier in his mouth and they finished watching the news. She saw on the weather report that there would be thunderstorms in her area. She looked out the window and saw some lightning.

“I think you can sleep with me tonight,” she said. “Cool,” Andrew responded. They finished watching the news and his aunt announced that it was time for bed. As soon as she let go of Andrew he was on the floor and crawling toward the stairs. He was halfway to the top when his aunt stopped him. “Hold your horses, I have to turn some of these lights off.” She quickly turned off all the lights except for a couple lamps. “Okay, up to the nursery,” she said. Andrew continued his trek up the stairs with his aunt quickly gaining on him.

They both reached the top at the same time, but once Andrew was on the level floor he quickly pulled ahead. His aunt walked into the nursery after Andrew and found him waiting for her. She stood him up, unbuttoned the onesie and pulled it off him. She then laid Andrew on the changing table. “Here baby, try this one I cleaned for you,” she said as she put one of Andrew’s new pacifiers in his mouth. Andrew sucked on it as his aunt continued his diaper change. His aunt pulled his plastic pants off him then unpinned his diapers. She cleaned him off and examined his rash closely. “Ahh good, your rash is doing much better. A little more of this and it should be all better by morning. That is, if you don’t poo poo overnight,” his aunt explained.

She applied Desitin to Andrew’s entire diaper area and massaged it into the rash. This caused Andrew to get hard for the first time in awhile. “I see someone is enjoying his massage,” his aunt stated. Andrew turned red, but his hard-on didn’t go away. His aunt smeared Vaseline over the rash cream then pulled four diapers from under the changing table. She powdered him and the diapers then pinned them around his waist. “So, how do you like your new binki?” his aunt asked. “It’s great,” Andrew responded. His aunt smiled as she slipped a light blue pair of plastic pants over his feet and up over his diapers. She picked out a dark green pair of sleepers and proceeded to put them on Andrew. She zipped up the back then slipped the mittens over Andrew’s hands. “You won’t be needing your hands tonight,” she stated.

She laid Andrew back on the table and strapped him in at the chest. Andrew had no choice but to lay there and enjoy his new pacifier. He felt pee dribbling down between his legs as he sucked on it. His aunt soon appeared over him then released him from the table. She set him on the floor and let him crawl. Andrew found it a little difficult to keep his hands from sliding on the slick hallway floor. She guided him to the bathroom and sat him on the counter. She grabbed his new toothbrush and wet it under the faucet. She put some toothpaste on it and began to brush Andrew’s teeth. Andrew found that the toothpaste was bubble gum flavor. His aunt did a thorough job then had Andrew rinse. “I like that toothpaste.” Andrew said. “Most kids do.” his aunt responded.

Once his aunt was satisfied that his teeth were clean and the toothpaste was completely rinsed from his mouth she, lifted him off the counter and let him crawl to her bedroom. They heard faint thunder as they entered his aunt’s room. She scooped him up and tossed him lightly onto her bed. Andrew crawled up to the head of the bed and laid parallel to the pillows. His aunt went into her bathroom and changed into her nightgown. She came back out and saw Andrew laying next to the pillows. “That’s not how we sleep, silly,” she said and tickled him till he moved. She laid down on her usual side of the bed and pulled Andrew close to her. He snuggled into her as she held him tight.

They heard distant thunder, it was louder than before, which meant the storm was getting closer. Andrew hated thunderstorms, they always scared him, he was glad to be sleeping with his aunt. His aunt noticed Andrew becoming tense, and decided to distract him with some conversation. “So you like to crawl, don’t you?” She asked. “Yeah, it’s fun. I wanna crawl as much as I can.” Andrew responded. “But don’t you like walking?” she inquired. “Walking’s OK, but crawling’s a lot more fun.” he said. “Well I have an idea for a fun game. How about for the next week you will not walk at all, you can crawl or I can carry you. I’ll even help you to not walk. How’s that sound?” his aunt proposed. “Cool, that sounds like fun!” Andrew exclaimed.

Just then a roar of thunder pierced through the house. It scared Andrew and startled his aunt. Andrew started to cry as more thunder roared outside. His aunt put his pacifier in his mouth and held him tight. Andrew sucked on it and felt some relief, but he was still scared. His aunt turned Andrew over to face her. He wrapped his left arm around her but he couldn’t with his right arm because it was on the bottom. She felt his mitten covered hand on her back and hugged him back. Andrew was calming down even though the storm wasn’t. His aunt smelled that Andrew had messed his diaper. “Uh oh, smells like baby did a poopy,” His aunt said.

Just then Andrew let out a loud fart, which caused them both to burst out laughing. “Well I guess I’d better change you now, otherwise your rash won’t get better.” She sat up with Andrew in her arms then carried him to the nursery. She laid him on the table then immediately closed the curtains on the windows. Andrew lay on the changing table still sucking on his pacifier. His aunt proceeded to change his diaper and put him in another diaper. A few crashes of thunder caused Andrew to jump, but he still felt safe with his aunt. She finished up the diaper change then unstrapped Andrew from the table.

His aunt picked Andrew up and put him on the floor. He crawled to his aunt’s room, but before he could get on the bed himself, his aunt grabbed him and laid him on the bed. She lay down beside him and pulled him into her. Andrew snuggled up to her as they lay there. Thunder rumbled outside but this time Andrew didn’t cry. Instead he just hugged his aunt tighter. Andrew was able to eventually fall asleep despite the thunder.

PART NINETEEN

The next morning Andrew awoke in the crib. He was still in his sleepers with the mittens over his hands. He sat up and found that his diapers were dry. His aunt came in the room and lifted Andrew out of the crib. “So, did you sleep well last night?” she asked. Andrew nodded. “Good, and I’m glad to say your rash is all gone.” She carried him down to the kitchen and put him in the highchair. She fed him his breakfast which included a bowl of corn meal that Andrew cheerfully ate. When he finished all his food his aunt let him go with his bottle. Andrew held the bottle in his teeth as he crawled to the living room. He sat in the middle of the floor and sucked on his bottle. His aunt came in and placed him in the playpen. She sat in her easy chair and watched television. “All gone.” Andrew said holding the empty bottle. “Good boy.” His aunt said and took the bottle. Andrew tried to play with some of the toys but the mittens kept him from doing much of anything.

His aunt came back and with a bucket of Legos. She unzipped the mittens and folded them back. “Here, you can play with these for awhile.” She said putting the bucket in the playpen. Andrew immediately began a project with them. His aunt sat in her easy chair and continued watching her program. After a couple hours, she could smell that Andrew needed a change. “Smells like baby needs a change.” She announced. She picked Andrew up and set him on the floor. She pointed to the stairs and followed as he crawled up them. He crawled into the nursery and stopped right next to the changing table. His aunt picked him up, laid him on the changing table, and strapped him in at the wrists and chest. She then began tickling him on the stomach. Andrew squealed with laughter. “That’s not fair.” He exclaimed. His aunt ceased and began changing his diaper. “It may not be fair, but at least you won’t be peeing during the change.” His aunt explained. She unbuttoned the crotch of his sleepers then pulled the plastic pants down. She unpinned the diapers to reveal his poopy bottom. Andrew held his nose as his aunt cleaned him up and slid four clean diapers under him. She rubbed Desitin all over his diaper area then powdered him liberally. She pinned the diapers snugly around his waist and pulled the plastic pants back up. “Why are they so thick?” Andrew asked. “Well it’s easier for you to crawl in four diapers than it is to walk. And as long as I use plenty of Desitin you shouldn’t get a rash.” His aunt explained. She released him from the changing table and set him on the floor. Andrew crawled out of the nursery and headed for the stairs. “NO baby!” his aunt said snatching him up. “I don’t mind you crawling UP the stairs but not down them, you might slip and fall, then you’d have to go to the hospital.” His aunt explained. Andrew had no desire to go to the hospital. When they reached the bottom his aunt set him back on the floor and let him crawl around. Andrew went straight for the playpen and climbed into it. He continued his project while his aunt continued watching TV.

A few hours later it was time for Andrew’s lunch. His aunt took him from the playpen over to the highchair and buckled him in. She had the food ready and began feeding him. Andrew enjoyed his meal of baby cereal and baby food, he was even beginning to like some flavors that he didn’t before. By the time his aunt was finished Andrew was full. His aunt left him in the highchair with his bottle while she cleaned up. Andrew sucked on the bottle a little but he was too full to finish it. “You haven’t finished your bottle, do you not like that kind of juice?” she asked. “I’m just too full.” Andrew responded. “Okay then, but I want you to finish it before dinner.” she instructed as she cleaned his face. She released the tray and the straps of the highchair then carried Andrew back to the playpen. She set the bottle next to Andrew in the playpen.

After an hour, Andrew was in need of a nap. He was starting to nod off in the playpen. His aunt noticed and carried him over to her easy chair to sleep on her lap. She also grabbed the bottle for him to finish off. She sat in the chair then sat Andrew along side her with his head resting on her shoulder. She reclined the chair then stuck the bottle in Andrew’s mouth. Andrew nursed on the bottle as his aunt held it for him. She had her other arm around him and held him tight. Andrew was asleep before he finished the bottle. The bottle was empty a few minutes later. His aunt gently pulled it from his mouth and immediately replaced it with his pacifier. Andrew slept in his aunt’s arms as she reclined. She continued to watch her programs but seeing Andrew sleeping made her tired and she soon dozed off with him.

Andrew’s aunt later woke up to Andrew moving. He was almost out of the chair when his aunt pulled him onto her lap. Through the snaps in his crotch, she checked his diaper. It was very wet and little messy. She carried him up to the nursery and strapped him onto the changing table. She picked up one of his feet and started tickling it through the sleeper fabric. Andrew tried to pull his foot away but his aunt had a firm grip. Andrew pleaded through laughter for her to stop while still struggling. His aunt stopped her tickling and released his leg only to grab the other and start again. Andrew squealed as he tried to pull his foot away from her. He was enjoying it and the fact that he was helpless to stop it. His aunt released his foot and proceeded with the diaper change. She undid the snaps in the crotch of Andrew’s sleepers and pulled the plastic pants down as far as she could. She felt the diapers, they were really wet, another hour and they would have leaked. Andrew was still giggling as his aunt unpinned his diapers. She observed the diapers being only slightly messy. Nonetheless the poop was so thin it spread across his bottom as much as his earlier messing. She suspected that her recent tickling may have spread it out a little bit.

Andrew lay still as his aunt cleaned his diaper area and pulled the soiled diapers out from under him. He was loving every minute as his aunt wiped any trace of poop off his bottom. “Well I think the Desitin is doing its job, there’s no sign of a rash down here.” His aunt announced. Andrew was relieved, he was in no hurry to get another rash. His aunt had Andrew raise up and slid four diapers under him. She had him hold still while the quickly spread Desitin all over his bottom. She shot some baby powder onto the back of the diaper and let Andrew settle his butt on it. She spread Desitin on his remaining diaper area then sprinkled Baby powder over it. She finished by pinning the diapers on extra snug then pulling the plastic pants up over them. Andrew liked his diapers being tight, and told his aunt. “I thought you might.” She said. Just before refastening the crotch snaps, she reached up into Andrew’s sleepers and tickled his stomach. This caused another round of laughter from Andrew. She unstrapped him and laid him over her shoulder. She carried him back down to the living room and sat in her easy chair.

Andrew was pulled down to his aunt’s lap, he wanted to continue playing with the Legos but decided that this was better. His aunt reached over and grabbed a remote then used it to play a movie she had put into the VCR. She held Andrew tight as the movie began. Andrew soon found out that the movie was Pinocchio. He wasn’t sure if he had seen it before or not. A little while into the movie, Andrew’s aunt took a bottle from the table and put it up to Andrew’s mouth. Andrew instinctively opened his mouth to accept the bottle and sucked on it. As the formula got lower his aunt had to tilt the bottle to keep the flow steady, which was starting to block Andrew’s view. He started moving his head to see the movie. He soon finished the bottle and had a clear view to the TV. His aunt rubbed and massaged his body, giving him a good feeling all over. Andrew fought to stay awake but soon he was sleeping like a baby.

Andrew awoke an hour later in the playpen he looked over to see his aunt watching TV. He sat up and began playing with the Legos. His aunt allowed him to play for another half-hour before announcing dinner time. She picked him up and placed him on the floor. She followed him into the kitchen then placed him into the highchair. Andrew sucked on the bottle he was given while his aunt prepared his meal. She opened a jar of potatoes, green beans, and chicken, then attempted to make them more appetizing. She also opened some mixed fruit and apple blueberry. She then went to the refrigerator and grabbed a jar of cinnamon apple sauce. She put several spoonfuls of it into a bowl. Andrew noticed that she was taking longer than usual and moaned lightly to get her to hurry up. “Alright mister fussy, I’ll be done in a minute.” His aunt said tasting the chicken. It tasted awful to her she just hoped that the applesauce would help. She brought the food over and set it on the highchair. Andrew smiled and hopped up and down in the highchair. “Baby’s hungry today isn’t he?” she remarked. She started by giving Andrew a sample of the chicken. His face scrunched up with his repulsion, but he still swallowed it. “I didn’t think you’d like that. Here try it now.” She said after mixing some applesauce with it. “Is that better?” she asked. Andrew nodded. She repeated the same steps with the vegetables then rewarded Andrew with the two fruit mixes. He ate them right up along with the last of the applesauce. “You think you can finish your bottle this time?” she asked. “Uh huh, I’m not even full.” He said. “Okay, then take your bottle into the living room and finish it there.” She said releasing his from the highchair. He crawled to the living room and over to the playpen. He was about to get in but he didn’t want to stand up. He ended up sitting next to the playpen and soon finished the bottle.

Meanwhile, his aunt was in the kitchen cleaning up and throwing away the empty jars. She got out another empty bowl then retrieved the ice cream from the freezer. She again made a soft-serve out of it then carried it into the living room. She found Andrew crawling around the room. As soon as he saw her with the bowl he knew what it was. He crawled over to his aunt sitting on the couch. She pulled his up and laid him over her lap just like last time. His aunt was careful not to feed Andrew too quickly. Nevertheless Andrew finished the ice cream quickly.

His aunt got up and took the bowl to the kitchen sink. She returned to find Andrew crawling around the living room again. “Ok baby, let’s see how fast you can crawl, come over here.” She beckoned. Andrew crawled over to her. “Now, I’ll go over here and we’ll see how fast you can crawl to me, Okay?” she offered. Andrew nodded and his aunt went to the other side of the room. “Okay, go!” she said. Andrew sprinted on his hands and knees as fast as he could to his aunt’s open arms. “Good boy, that was really good.” She said hugging him. “Okay let’s try it again.” She said walking to the other side of the room.

Andrew again sprinted to his aunt and received another hug. “I’ve noticed that you’ve been using the single-leg crawl.” She said and got a quizzical look from Andrew. “What I mean is, when you’re crawling you move only one leg at a time.” She explained. Andrew just shrugged his shoulders since that was the only way he knew how to crawl. “I think you’d be better off doing the elephant crawl.” She said. “What’s that?” Andrew said excitedly. “It when you move your right hand along with your left leg, then your left hand with your right leg, understand?” She explained. “I think so.” Andrew said then gave it a try. His aunt watched as he crawled back and forth in front of the couch. He didn’t do very well, so his aunt gave him a hand. With Andrew on all fours she pulled his right hand and left leg forward then repeated it on the other two. She kept it up as Andrew started moving forward. Andrew again tried it on his own but still couldn’t quite do it. His aunt helped him out for a few passes then he’d do a couple on his own and so on.

After about a half-hour of that Andrew was getting tired. His aunt picked him up and sat him in the playpen with his Legos. Andrew played with them for another hour and a half before his aunt declared his bedtime. She picked him up out of the playpen and set him on the floor. Andrew crawled up the stairs and into the nursery with his aunt following behind. She lifted onto the changing table, strapped him in and put the mitten over his hands. She went to prepare a bath for him while he laid helplessly on the table. She soon returned and removed his sleepers then took his diapers off and cleaned him up.

His aunt carried a naked Andrew to the bathroom and sat him in the warm water. As usual she washed him thoroughly and wrapped him in a large towel. She carried him to the nursery and dried him off on the changing table. When Andrew was dry to his aunt’s satisfaction, she began massaging baby lotion all over his body. While Andrew was lying on his stomach his aunt noticed a puddle forming between his legs. “Uh oh, I think we’ve sprung a leak.” She said retrieving the towel. She wiped up the puddle then finished Andrew’s baby lotion massage.

His aunt turned Andrew over to put the diapers on him and noticed that he was asleep. She managed to not wake him up when she diapered him, but she ended up waking him when she dressed him in a pair of light blue sleepers. She picked him up off the changing table and laid him in the crib. Andrew discovered that the sleeper’s mittens were already covering his hands, but he didn’t complain. His aunt gave him a bottle then pinned his pacifier to his collar. His aunt kissed Andrew on the forehead while sucked on the bottle. She raised the rail and wished him goodnight. Andrew lay there in the semi-darkness sucking on the bottle in perfect contentment. He managed to finish the bottle before he fell asleep and stuck his pacifier in his mouth. Andrew sucked on it as he fell asleep hugging a teddy bear.

PART TWENTY

One week later.

The previous week went by much like the weeks before. Andrew’s aunt managed to get him in the baby swing after much assurance from his aunt that the chest strap would keep him from flipping over again. And after a few hours without incident Andrew was back to enjoying the swing just like before. It had been eight days since Andrew had begun the crawling game with his aunt. She even helped him keep from walking by rigging some Velcro straps to keep his legs bent. It took him a few days of practice, but Andrew was now an expert of the Elephant crawl and rarely used the single-leg crawl. The week was over but Andrew was still crawling, and he showed no signs of wanting to walk. As far as he was concerned, he didn’t care if he ever walked again and his aunt wasn’t worried either.

Andrew woke up to a wet and messy diaper. He reached down and grabbed the back of his diaper then smushed the poop into his butt. Andrew smiled as he felt the poop spreading around in his diaper. He raised his bottom and let the poop spread to the back of his diaper. He rolled over onto his stomach and got up on his hands and knees. He crawled around in the crib for a few minutes. He soon bored of that since he had to keep turning around. He sat on his bottom and felt the poop spread its way around his diaper. He wondered what was taking his aunt so long to get him. He thought that it might be too early and she’s still asleep. He laid back down and hugged the teddy bear. He laid still for about ten minutes without falling asleep. He turned over and pulled his feet up into the fetal position. That with his pacifier and the security of his diaper his helped him to fall asleep after a few more minutes.

Andrew woke up about an hour later hungry and still in the crib. He had hoped to wake up to his aunt or in the playpen. He again rolled onto his stomach and got up on his hands and knees. He made a few passes around the crib, then stood up on his knees and leaned on the crib rail. He began making some crying noises to get his aunt’s attention. After a few minutes without any answer Andrew was getting worried. He decided that he needed to get out the crib and go look for his aunt. Andrew attempted to grab the rail then realized that he still had the mittens over his hands. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to grab the rail so he used his whole hands as a hook then proceeded to climb over the side of the crib. As soon as both his feet were over his hand slipped off the rail. He landed on his feet but still fell down. He wasn’t hurt so he crawled out of the nursery. He was glad his aunt never closed the nursery door.

He first crawled to his aunt’s room and looked inside. He didn’t see her in there and didn’t hear water running in her bathroom. He then crawled back out to the hallway and checked the main bathroom. The door was open and no one was in it. He tried a few other rooms but found them all empty. He went back to his aunt’s room and listened at her bathroom door but didn’t hear anything. He headed for the stairs but was hesitant to crawl down them. It didn’t even occur to him that he could try to walk down them. He called for his aunt but there was no response. He tried crawling forward but almost fell down that way. He then tried going down backwards. It was slow going but he didn’t slip. When he made it to the bottom he crawled to the living room where he hoped his aunt would be. She wasn’t there so he tried the downstairs bathroom then the kitchen. She wasn’t in either. He didn’t know where she could be. Andrew saw a door at the other side of the kitchen and crawled over to it. He couldn’t get the knob to turn so he banged on it. The padding of his mittens kept it pretty quiet but it could still be heard.

After Andrew received no response at that door he looked to his right and saw the sliding glass door to the back yard. He went to it and looked out, he didn’t see his aunt but thought that she might still be out there. He tried to open the door but it was locked and he couldn’t unlock it. Andrew gave up there and crawled back to the living room. He looked out the front window and saw that his aunt’s van was there, but he wasn’t sure if she had another car to take. It was then that he noticed that he really need his diaper changed, it was sagging and felt very heavy. Andrew knew that there was no way he could change his own diaper. Andrew realized that he was alone and started crying. He wanted his aunt, he wanted his diaper changed, and he wanted something to eat. Andrew sat on the floor sobbing with tears dripping off his face. His mouth felt empty which reminded him that he had dropped his pacifier. He found it hanging from his collar and put the nipple in his mouth. Sucking on his pacifier stopped his sobbing but didn’t stop his tears. He looked up, and through his tears, saw another door between the front door and the stairs that he hadn’t tried yet. For some reason the door had a had a handle instead of a knob.

Andrew rushed over to the door hoping to find his aunt behind it. Andrew pulled the handle down and pushed the door open. He crawled into the room and found it to be empty. He began to cry again until something caught his eye. He saw a suitcase on the bed and recognized it to be his. He crawled over to the bead and attempted to open it. After pressing real hard he got each latch to pop up. He opened it and found his old clothes and a few of the disposables he’d packed. He also found his Gameboy and some of its games. Andrew heard his stomach rumbling and felt like he was starving. He decided to take his Gameboy to the living room so he could play it later. He placed it into his mouth and crawled out of the room. He partially hoped to find his aunt in the living room but when he didn’t his tears resumed. He placed the Gameboy on the coffee table then crawled to the kitchen.

He crawled into the kitchen and over to the refrigerator. He sat down in front of it and tried to get it open. After a few tried he got the door open, only to find that it was the wrong side. He shut it and tried to open the other side. His hands slipped a couple times but he eventually got it open. Andrew rubbed the tears from his eyes so he could see clearly. He was ecstatic when he saw some bottles already filled on the middle shelf. He got up on his knees and grabbed one then shut the door. He was so hungry that he laid down right there and sucked on it in front of the refrigerator. He finished it quickly and felt better. He thought he felt something on his leg and looked down to discover a wet spot on the back of his rompers. He knew more than ever he needed a change but no one was there to change him. The bottle had made Andrew feel better but now he was upset all over again. He was determined to find his aunt. Andrew rolled back over a and crawled out of the kitchen leaving the bottle on the floor. He crawled up the stairs and into his aunt’s room. He still didn’t find her in there he again listened at her closed bathroom door. He even banged on the door but he heard nothing. He couldn’t help but cry, he had never felt so alone. He sat in the hallway and cried. He was now convinced that she was gone.

Downstairs, Andrew’s Gameboy, which was hanging over the side of the table, fell off. Andrew knew it had to be his aunt and crawled down the stairs as fast as he could. He reached the living room and looked around but didn’t see his aunt. He went to the kitchen and still didn’t find his aunt. Andrew couldn’t stop himself from crying, he collapsed onto his stomach at the entrance to the kitchen. He put his hands under his forehead and cried into the floor. He was getting cold and couldn’t do anything about it.

Meanwhile, Andrew’s aunt was just waking up. She looked down and saw that she was still in the tub soaking. “Dammit, I knew I should taken a shower instead of a bath.” She thought, She got out and dried herself off. “I hope Andrew’s still asleep.” She said out loud. She opened her bathroom door and walked into her room to get dressed. She glanced at the clock which read 12:21 then did a double take. “Oh no I couldn’t have slept for three and a half hours!” she thought then realized that Andrew would definitely be awake by now. She quickly through on her robe and rushed to the nursery. She found it empty and knew that Andrew could be in real trouble. She grabbed a blanket on the way out figuring that Andrew’s diaper might be leaking. She was relieved when she didn’t see him lying hurt at the bottom of the stairs.

Andrew had heard a few noises from upstairs but he didn’t care. He was certain that his aunt was gone and was never coming back. While his aunt was descending the staircase she thought that a few of the steps were a little damp. She found Andrew lying face down sobbing into the floor. She rushed over and threw the blanket over him then picked him up in it. Andrew was extremely happy and surprised since he had convinced himself that his aunt was gone. He wrapped his arms around his aunt’s neck and hugged her. She made sure that his legs were wrapped in the blanket to keep Andrew from getting her wet. She comforted Andrew as best she could. Andrew just held on as he slowly stopped crying.

PART TWENTY-ONE

His aunt carried Andrew into the kitchen to get a bottle for him then carried him back to the living room. She sat in her easy chair and fed him the bottle. The bottle effectively calmed Andrew down. By the time he finished the bottle he was no longer sobbing and the tears were drying up. "Ready to get your diaper changed?" his aunt asked. Andrew nodded and his aunt carried him upstairs to the nursery. She laid him on the changing table and unwrapped him from the blanket. She turned him over and unzipped the sleepers. She gently pulled the wet sleepers off Andrew. She strapped his arms and chest, "Okay baby I'm going to make you a bath, I'll be right back." his aunt said heading towards the door. "NO!" Andrew exclaimed as he pulled at the straps and started crying. "Okay baby, it's alright, I'll just be a minute then I'll come right back." she comforted. "No." Andrew whined. He tried to reach up and hold her but he was still strapped down which caused him to cry some more. "Okay baby, okay, I'll stay." his aunt promised, she was glad that she had Andrew strapped down, otherwise he might have fallen off the table.

She held him for another minute then began changing his diaper. She removed his plastic pants then unpinned the four diapers. After she had the poop cleared she discovered that Andrew had developed a slight rash. "Uh oh, another rash. But I think I can take care of this one." She said then pulled the dirty diapers out from under him. She grabbed a disposable diaper from under the table and put it on him. She unstrapped him and picked him up. Andrew held on as though his aunt wasn't holding him at all. She carried him into the bathroom and sat him on the toilet. She ran the water and waited for the for it to heat up then filled the tub with warm water. She even added a little bubble bath to help cheer Andrew up.

She picked Andrew up off the toilet and laid him on the floor. Andrew winced as his bare back touched the cold bathroom floor. His aunt untapped the disposable and pulled it down to reveal that Andrew had pooped in it. "You don't waste any diapers, do you?" She asked with a smile. Andrew just smiled back. She cleared the poop from his bottom then lifted him into the tub. Andrew winced again as he was transferred from the cold floor to the very warm water. Andrew soon got comfortable in the water. His aunt allowed Andrew to soak in the water while she disposed of the diaper. She made sure his entire body was wet before washing him. She washed his hair then slowly worked her way down his body, washing him gently but thoroughly. Andrew was enjoying his bath tremendously. He started to doze off while his aunt was washing his chest. She had already finished cleaning it and was just rubbing the washcloth lightly over Andrew's chest and stomach. Suddenly Andrew jumped, not wanting to fall asleep, fearing that his aunt might not be there when he woke up. "I'm sorry baby, are you okay?" she asked thinking she may have hit a sore spot. Andrew nodded his head then settled back down. His aunt finished washing him while letting the water drain. She then took the shower nozzle and rinsed him off with warm water.

After Andrew was sufficiently rinsed off, his aunt wrapped a towel around him while he sat on the edge of the tub. She carried him straight to the changing table and laid him on it. She took her time drying him off, being careful not to rub too hard. When she was satisfied, she pulled out the baby lotion and began massaging it onto Andrew's body. Again Andrew had to fight to stay awake. His aunt noticed but didn't say anything. She continued the massage, pausing when she notice Andrew peeing onto the towel. Andrew hadn't even noticed and wondered why she stopped. She resumed the massage and finished after a few more minutes. She removed the wet towel and proceeded to diaper Andrew. She spread Desitin on his diaper area then pulled a disposable from under the changing table. Andrew raised his bottom so his aunt could slide the diaper under. She powdered him and the diaper then taped the disposable around his waist. She then grabbed a onesie from a drawer and released the straps from Andrew's arms and chest. She sat him up and put the onesie on him. "Why a disposable?" Andrew asked. "Because I want to see if it helps your rash heal quicker. They lock away moisture to keep it away from baby's skin." Andrew giggled at her quote of a diaper commercial.

Ready to eat?" His aunt asked. Andrew nodded just as his stomach growled. "Well I guess so." she remarked as she carried him down to the kitchen. She placed him in the highchair, strapped him in and slid the tray in place. She grabbed a bottle of juice from the refrigerator and gave it to Andrew. She prepared some cornmeal and mixed in a jar of peaches. She also opened a jar of baby cereal with mixed fruit and a jar of apples and chicken. She carried the food over to Andrew and set it on the highchair tray. Andrew ate as fast as his aunt could feed him. When he finished Andrew complained that he was still hungry. "Still hungry?" His aunt exclaimed, Andrew nodded. "Okay, I'll see what I got." She said clearing the tray. "You like bananas?" She asked as she wiped the tray off. "Yeah." Andrew responded. "Here you go baby, remember you have chew this." His aunt instructed as she peeled the banana and laid it on the tray.

She left Andrew to eat by himself and went to the sink and began washing the dishes. Andrew was enjoying the banana but he had to keep reminding himself to chew it and not swallow it immediately. He paused to suck on his bottle then went right back to the banana. His aunt kept an eye on him but thought that he was doing pretty good. Andrew was having a hard time remembering to chew before he swallowed. He even bit his finger a few times. He got down to the end and popped it into his mouth. He again bit his finger causing him to swallow the piece whole. Andrew felt it go down a little way then it stopped. He tried to make it go all the way down but it wouldn't. He tried to cough it back up but that didn't work either. Then Andrew noticed that he couldn't breathe. He frantically tried to get the piece unstuck. His aunt didn't notice Andrew trying to scream at her.

Andrew was getting really scared. He still couldn't breathe and was becoming lightheaded. His aunt looked over to see how Andrew was doing and saw him with his mouth open but not making a sound. "OH NO! Baby are you okay???" She screamed. She pulled the tray off and undid the strap then laid Andrew on the table. She positioned her hands on his stomach above his belly button and thrust them into his stomach. On the second try the piece of banana popped into Andrew's mouth. He spit it out as it no longer tasted good. His aunt picked him up as he gasped for air. It wasn't easy since he was crying at the same time. Andrew was crying harder than he had ever cried. His aunt tried to calm him down with his pacifier. Andrew tried to stop crying but he couldn't. He was crying so hard he couldn't suck on his pacifier.

His aunt held Andrew and rubbed his back trying to calm him down. After about twenty minutes Andrew was able to stop crying. "Are you okay baby?" his aunt asked wiping the tears from his face. Andrew nodded as he sucked on his pacifier. She held him for a few more minutes then sat him back in the highchair and strapped him in. "I shouldn't have given you that banana, it wasn't soft enough." She said, Andrew agreed. She picked up the half-empty bottle off the floor and gave it back to Andrew. Andrew sat in the highchair and sucked on the bottle while his aunt finished washing the dishes. Andrew was not finished with the bottle when his aunt was done washing the dishes. She prepared a bottle for later then released Andrew from the highchair and carried him to the living room. She sat Andrew in the playpen then told him she had to go to the bathroom and that she would be right back. Andrew immediately became upset and started crying. "You can't come in with me while I'm going to the bathroom." she explained. Andrew cried even harder.

"What am I going to do with you?" she said as she picked him up out of the playpen. She held him and he quickly calmed down. She carried him to the downstairs bathroom and sat him on the floor. She got an idea and grabbed a towel from the closet. "Now, DO NOT, take this towel off, understand?" She ordered. Andrew nodded his head. She draped the towel over his head and made sure it covered his face well. She even went so far as to tuck the ends into the onesie's collar. She did her business as quickly as possible while watching Andrew carefully. Andrew was not about to take the towel off, knowing he would be in deep trouble. His aunt finished quickly and recovered herself. She flushed then took the towel off Andrew. "Okay, all done." She said folding up the towel and putting it away. She washed her hands thoroughly then dried them. "You first." she said waving him to the door. Andrew crawled out to the living room with his aunt right behind him. Andrew's aunt lifted him into the playpen, then sat on the couch to watch TV.

PART TWENTY-TWO

Andrew played with the toys in the playpen while keeping an eye on his aunt. Andrew was starting to worry about his diaper leaking, it had swelled up considerably. He stuck his finger in the crotch to check for wetness. He felt around but it didn't feel wet. Andrew pulled his finger out of his diaper to smell it only to find there was poop on the end of it. "EWWW!" Andrew exclaimed holding his finger up. "What is that?" his aunt said looking at his finger. She grabbed a tissue from the end table and went over to Andrew. "I gotta poopy finger." Andrew said with a giggle. "Have you been playing with your diaper?" His aunt asked while wiping his finger off. "I was just checking it, I thought it was gonna leak." Andrew explained. "Don't worry about that, I'll take care of it. You just let me know if your diaper leaks. I don't want you playing with your diapers anymore. Okay?" She instructed. "OK." Andrew said. "Well, I guess you want your diaper changed, don't you?" His aunt asked. Andrew just shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah I guess you'll be fine for another couple hours." she said jokingly as she began walking away. "OK, OK, I want my diaper changed." Andrew announced. "If you say so," she said lifting Andrew out of the playpen.

She carried him up to the nursery and strapped him into the changing table. She undid the onesie then the diaper and pulled the front down to reveal Andrew's poopy bottom. "Boy, do you ever stop pooping?" She remarked. Andrew didn't answer. His aunt cleaned him up and applied another coat of Desitin to his diaper area. "How long were you poopy anyway?" she asked. "I didn't even know until I got some on my finger." Andrew explained. "That's because you're just a baby." his aunt said with a smile. Andrew took it as a compliment and smiled back, happy that he was able to be just a baby. His aunt had him in a fresh diaper in no time and refastened his onesie. "My, you really did need your diaper changed." she remarked from the weight of the used diaper. She released him from the table then picked him up. She knew he needed a nap but also knew that he was afraid to fall asleep. She carried him down to the kitchen and sat him on the floor. She retrieved the bottle she had prepared earlier then grabbed some sleeping pills out of a cabinet. She crushed one and a half pills and mixed it in with the formula. "Okay baby, time for a bottle." she said walking to the living room. Andrew didn't suspect a thing as he climbed up on the couch and laid on his aunt's lap. She held the bottle as he nurse on it. Andrew noticed that the formula tasted a little funny, but not enough to complain about.

Andrew was almost finished with the bottle when the sleeping pills began to kick in. He felt drowsy but managed to stay awake. His sucking slowed down but he was still able to finish the bottle before he fell asleep. His aunt replaced the bottle with his pacifier. She began stroking his head and rubbing his legs to help soothe him to sleep. It was all too much for Andrew and he was soon fast asleep. His aunt turned the TV. volume down but continued watching it. After her program finished she carefully lifted Andrew off her lap and laid him on the couch on his stomach. She rubbed his back for a few seconds then headed for the kitchen. She was sure he would sleep for at least two hours. She quietly prepared a load of diapers in the washer then went to the kitchen to wash dishes. She was glad that she put Andrew in disposables, it allowed her a chance to catch up on washing his cloth diapers. After awhile she went to check on Andrew. He was still sleeping in the exact same position she left him in. "You're just too precious." his aunt said as she rubbed his back. She noticed that he was drooling around his pacifier. She got a paper towel from the kitchen and gently lifted his head to slide it under.

Two hours later Andrew woke up. He lifted his head off the drool soaked paper towel and saw his aunt sitting in her easy chair. "Did you have a nice nap?" she asked walking over to the couch. She used the paper towel to wipe the drool from Andrew's face. "How long did I sleep?" Andrew asked groggily. "About two and a half hours." she replied. She pulled Andrew into a sitting position. "You sure needed that nap. you've been nodding off all day." she said allowing Andrew to fully wake up. She went to the kitchen and filled a bottle with juice. She quickly returned and handed it to Andrew. Andrew spit out his pacifier and stuck the bottle in his mouth.

His aunt went to change over another load of laundry. Andrew was too busy nursing on his bottle to notice his aunt leave. After a few minutes he noticed she wasn't there anymore and started crying. His aunt almost immediately showed up to comfort him. "It's okay baby, I'm here. I was just in the other room." she said picking him up. Andrew immediately calmed down and went back to sucking his bottle. "Well if you're going to be that way, I'll just have to take you with me.” She carried him to the laundry room and laid him in a large basket of clean diapers and clothes. Andrew was cozy since some had just come out if the dryer. She finished unloading the last load from the dryer then tossed them in the basket on top of Andrew. She tucked Andrew's feet inside the basket then picked up the basket with Andrew in it and carried it out of the room. She carried it up to the nursery and set it in the crib. She fished Andrew out and laid him on the changing table. "Let's see how this diaper of yours is doing." She said unsnapping his onesie. She squeezed the front of his diaper causing him to squirm a little. She stuck a finger inside and checked the wetness. "I think this one's just about had it." she announced.

His aunt untaped the diaper and pulled the front down. "Oh good, you stopped pooping." she said in mock surprise. She pulled the wet diaper from under his bottom then wiped him clean with baby wipes. "So baby, would you like to play in the sandbox after you're changed?" she asked. "Yeah!" Andrew replied. His aunt gently rubbed Desitn into the rash and applied it to the rest of his diaper area. She bent down and grabbed a disposable diaper from under the changing table. She went to slide it under him but saw that he was peeing. "I see we're going to start that again," she remarked. Andrew giggled at his infantile accident. His aunt wiped up the small puddle with a cloth diaper then wiped the back of Andrew's legs dry. She slid the diaper under Andrew's bottom then dusted him with baby powder, purposely getting some on his stomach and legs. She pulled the diaper up and taped it snugly around Andrew's waist. She sat him up and pulled the onesie off him then threw it in the hamper. She then grabbed a bottle of kids’ sunblock from the diaper bag and began smearing it all over Andrew's body. She massaged it in to make sure Andrew's skin wasn't too greasy. "Now where should I pin this on?" she said holding his pacifier with the ribbon tied to it. Andrew's eyes went wide. "I'm just kidding." she said setting the pacifier down. She grabbed a pacifier with an attached strap. "You'll need this one, because I don't want you dropping you pacifier in the sand." She said while fastening the strap loosely around the back of his head.

PART TWENTY-THREE

"Okay then, all ready to go," she said. She picked him up and propped him on her hip and propped the laundry basket on the other. She carried Andrew and the laundry down to the kitchen where Andrew tossed the empty baby bottle in the sink. His aunt carried him out the back door and set the laundry basket on the picnic table. She carried him over to the sandbox and sat him down near a corner. "No shoes?" Andrew asked. "Nope. It's okay to be barefoot in the sandbox, there's no sharp rocks and stuff like on the lawn. But don't leave the sandbox." His aunt instructed then went to the picnic table to fold laundry. Andrew started playing with some toy cars his aunt had provided. She had also provided a shovel and bucket but Andrew wasn't ready to play with them. Andrew crawled around in the sand box, pushing the toy cars from one side to the other. Every now and then he would stop to enjoy the breeze blowing over his almost naked body. He was glad to be outside for awhile and his aunt was happy he was getting some fresh air. After being outside for a half hour, his aunt finished folding the diapers and clothes. "Okay baby, we have to take these clothes upstairs and put them away." she announced walking over to the sandbox. Andrew moaned because he was having so much fun. "Would you like to stay out here by yourself while I go put these away?" she offered. Andrew felt a pit form in his stomach. He was afraid to be alone but he was having too much fun to leave. "I'll only be gone for two minutes." his aunt added. That made Andrew feel a little better. "So, do you want to stay?" She asked specifically asking yes or no questions. Andrew hesitated for a moment then nodded yes. "You sure?" she questioned. Andrew nodded again. "Okay then, I'll be back as quickly as I can." She said picking up the laundry basket. "But remember, stay IN the sandbox." She said as she entered the house.

Andrew went back to playing with the cars but was having trouble enjoying himself. He found himself constantly looking at the back door hoping to see his aunt come back out. After a minute he was getting worried. He thought about going inside but didn't want to get in trouble. He tried to go to playing with the cars but he was too worried. A few seconds later his aunt appeared carrying a book. "Okay baby, I'm back did you miss me?" she asked. Andrew nodded holding his arms out. His aunt picked him up and hugged him. "I'm so proud of you, you didn't even cry." She said. Andrew felt better already. "Why don't you play some more? See I got you a shovel and a pail." She said sitting him down in the sandbox. Andrew immediately went for the shovel and started filling up the bucket. His aunt sat at the picnic table and read her book while keeping an eye on Andrew. Andrew was again enjoying himself, he was even surprised at how much fun he was having. A few months ago he wouldn't have even thought of playing in a sandbox, but now he was having more fun than when he used to play his Sega. Andrew was having fun pushing the toy cars up and down the little hills he had made and into the holes he dug.

After an hour Andrew had constructed an entire highway and road system throughout the sandbox. His aunt approached him to check the condition of his skin to make sure he wasn't getting sunburned. She found that almost his entire body was covered in a thin layer of sand. The upper part of his back was the only part of his body that was clean. "How did you manage to get this much sand all over yourself?" She inquired. Andrew just shrugged his shoulders. His aunt went on to check him for signs of sunburn. When she found no visual signs of sunburn she patted him on the back asking if it hurt. Andrew shook his head no. His aunt continued patting him on other parts of his body still asking him if it hurt. Andrew answered no every time. She produced a squeeze bottle of kids sunblock and rubbed some into the clean part of his back. "Well I guess that's all I can put on you isn't it?" she asked. Andrew looked at himself then nodded his agreement. His aunt went back to the picnic table and continued reading her book. Andrew went back to playing with the toy cars in the sand. After a half hour Andrew was so engrossed in his play that his aunt was able to get a towel out of the house without him even noticing her leave.

After another half-hour his aunt decided that Andrew had done enough playing outside. "Okay baby, I have to go to the store, let's get you ready." She said picking Andrew up in the towel. Andrew was upset about having to stop playing but he was soon cheered up by the thought of going to the store. His aunt carried him to the upstairs bathroom and started the water running in the tub. She checked the back of his diaper and found it clean. While holding around the chest with one arm she undid a tape on his diaper with the other. Andrew felt the soaked diaper slide down his right leg then heard it land on the floor with a splat. She sat Andrew in the warm water and laid him back. She rinsed all the sand off him then began washing his hair. She made sure to get it extra clean then moved on to washing his face. About the time she was moving on to his chest they began smelling poop. His aunt looked down and saw a brown cloud expanding between his legs. "EWWW!" Andrew exclaimed. He wasn't happy about sitting in poopy water and started to cry. "It's okay baby, I'll take care of it." she said as she began draining the water. "We should have known this would happen sooner or later." his aunt said.

Once the water was drained Andrew calmed down. His aunt rinsed out any poop residue and refilled the tub. She finished washing him without further incident. When she finished she picked him up in a towel. She carried him to the nursery and laid him on the changing table where she dried him quickly. She gave him his baby lotion massage then powdered his diaper area. She quickly taped a disposable diaper on him then grabbed red onesie and a pair of shorts. She pulled the onesie down over his body and fastened it over his diaper then slipped the shorts over it. She picked him up and carried him out of the nursery. "No shoes?" Andrew asked. "You won't need them." his aunt responded. She grabbed her purse and carried Andrew out to the car. She buckled him into the carseat then hopped into the driver's seat. They arrived at the store a few minutes later. Andrew waited as his aunt got out of the car and came around to get him out. She unbuckled him from the carseat then lifted him out and placed him on her hip. She carried him into the store and over to the carts. "Can I ride up here today?" Andrew asked pointing to the child seat. "Let's see if you fit first." his aunt said. Lifted him up high enough allowing him to slip his feet through the legs holes. She carefully lowered Andrew until he was all the way in. He was just small enough to fit. "Is that too tight?" his aunt asked. Andrew shook his head no. His aunt fastened the belt extra snug causing Andrew to feel very secure.

His aunt pushed the cart into the store and began her shopping. Andrew was so glad he was able to fit in the child seat, he hadn't ridden in it for years. The fact that he was riding in the child seat barefoot made him feel even more babyish. He couldn't remember the last time he came to the store barefoot, even when he rode in the cart he usually had shoes on. His aunt could tell he was enjoying himself and took her time shopping. Due to his snug fit in the child seat Andrew was able to feel every time he wet his diaper. Andrew was enjoying himself immensely even though he wasn't doing anything. He really liked it when his aunt would pull the cart from the front because it felt like the cart was moving all by itself. He squealed with excitement as they entered the baby aisle. "You really do love being a baby." his aunt remarked. Andrew nodded his head then pulled his pacifier out his pocket and popped it in his mouth. Andrew happily sucked on his pacifier while ignoring the strange looks from other shoppers.

After a half-hour of shopping Andrew was starting to wonder about his potty training. It seemed as though he felt himself wetting every ten or fifteen minutes. While his aunt was shopping Andrew was able to keep his eye on the store clock. He used it to time how long between each time he felt himself pee. While his aunt picked out fresh produce, Andrew was able to determine that he peed a little over ten minutes apart. He realized that it was going to take him forever to repotty-train. He decided not to worry about it for now, and just enjoy himself. Andrew waited patiently as his aunt finished her shopping. Andrew felt himself blush as he was pushed up to the register. His aunt transferred the items from the cart to the belt. Andrew did his best to ignore the looks from the cashier and bagboy. His aunt quickly paid and pushed the cart towards the door. Andrew was relieved when he was outside. His aunt put the groceries into her car then reached over and tried to pull Andrew out of the cart. "Oopsy." she said unbuckling the safety belt. Andrew giggled as she lifted him up. He pulled his feet out of the leg holes. His aunt sat him in the carseat and strapped him in snugly.

PART TWENTY-FOUR

On the way back Andrew realized that he was looking forward to his baby food dinner, but not because he was hungry. He actually had a craving for baby food. He looked down at some of the food that his aunt bought for herself and felt himself cringe. He couldn't believe it, he was getting nauseous at the thought of food that he used to like. He was now getting worried. How was he going to go back to being a normal boy when doesn't even like normal food anymore. His thoughts were quickly interrupted when his aunt released him from the carseat and picked him up. She carried him into the house and sat him in the playpen. She grabbed a bottle from the refrigerator and gave it to Andrew. "Okay baby, I'm going to bring in the groceries. You just stay put." she said. Andrew was already sucking on the bottle as he watched his aunt walk out the front door. Andrew remembered how last time he helped bring in the groceries. This time he just sat in the playpen and watched. He wasn't afraid since his aunt was never out of sight for long and he could hear her almost the whole time. Andrew finished the bottle pretty quickly and replaced it with his pacifier. He set the bottle next to him in the playpen and began playing with the toys.

After a half-hour his aunt came and got Andrew out of the playpen for dinner. "You hungry?" she asked. Andrew nodded and smiled. "That's good because I've got plenty of food for you," she responded. She buckled Andrew into the highchair and slid the tray in place then brought the baby food over. Andrew giggled with delight as she placed them on the tray in front of him. "You like this food, don't ya?" she remarked. Andrew nodded and smiled even bigger. "In that case, let's get started," she said, scooping the first spoonful. Andrew was enjoying every bite. When his aunt finished she gave him a bottle of juice to drink. While he nursed the bottle his aunt brought over a few small bottles of baby food. "I'm afraid you're going to have to eat some not-so-good stuff now. You need some more vegetables and some meat, but don't worry, they taste alright," she said in response to Andrew's moan. She mixed a jar of peas, squash, and turkey in applesauce then added some honey. "Okay, let's see what you think," she said, feeding him a spoonful. It wasn't good but it wasn't bad, either. "Does that taste alright?" she asked. Andrew just shrugged his shoulders.

"Alright, I'll add a little more honey. But that's it, I don't want you hyper tonight, bedtime's in an hour,” she said, stirring the baby food. She fed Andrew quickly, to get it over with. It was tolerable and he ate every bite, though he did make more of a mess than before. Several times his aunt had to scoop some off his face and put it back in his mouth. Before the bowl was empty, Andrew was feeling uncomfortably full. "Come on, just a little more." she said in response to Andrew's discomfort and slow swallowing. Andrew managed to get another spoonful down then suddenly had the uncontrollable urge to burp. But instead of air, he burped up baby food. He tried to swallow it but some more came up. "Uh oh, I do believe you're full." she said wiping the baby food from his mouth and onesie. Just when Andrew thought it was over a little more came up. "Well you're just ready burst aren't you?" she said. Andrew couldn't believe what just happened, he burped up just like an infant. "Sorry about that, I thought you could handle it all. But I guess not." she said clearing the tray.

"I think I know something that will make you feel better." She said wetting a dishrag. "Maybe I should keep a wet rag with me every time I feed you." she said wiping his face clean. She removed the tray and unfastened the belt. The rinsed out the dishrag and wrung it dry. She grabbed a dry towel and draped it over her left shoulder. She picked Andrew up and placed her right hand on the seat of his diaper. "Hold this in front of your mouth, honey," she said handing him the damp dishrag. While supporting him with her right hand she began firmly patting him on the back. Almost immediately Andrew felt some baby food force it's way up his throat and into his mouth. Andrew wasn't able to swallow and after the third time some started oozing out of his mouth onto the dishrag. His aunt also started lightly bouncing him up and down to get any air in his stomach to the top. A little more baby food made it's way into his mouth before he finally began burping air. The first one exploded out causing Andrew to spew his mouthful of baby food onto the dishrag. It ran down his chin and dripped onto the towel on his aunt's shoulder. After a few more burps his stomach felt much better. His aunt continued for another minute before she was satisfied.

His aunt sat Andrew back in the highchair then carefully removed the dishrag from Andrew's mouth using the towel. She wiped off the excess baby food with the towel then rinsed the dishrag out and wiped Andrew's face clean. "There now, all clean." she said. "Think you can finish this?" she asked holding up the half-empty bottle. Andrew was afraid that he would just burp it back up so he answered no. "We'll save it for later then." she said placing the bottle in the refrigerator. She picked Andrew up and carried him to the living room. She laid him on the couch then pulled off his shorts. She then unsnapped his onesie and sat him up. She pulled the onesie off him then sat Andrew in the playpen. He was a little surprised because he expected her to change his diaper. "Okay baby, you can play for a little while before bedtime." his aunt instructed. Andrew played while his aunt took the clothes to the washroom. She came back and sat in her easy chair. She read a book as she kept an eye on Andrew. He was having fun just wearing only a baby diaper. After awhile Andrew looked down at his diaper, it was bulging out so much it looked like it was going to rip. He decided not to say anything and kept on playing. About a half hour later he noticed his legs were wet. He decided not to say anything, because “babies don't care”.

Andrew kept on playing and noticed a puddle forming in the playpen. He felt like a true baby playing in a leaking diaper and not doing anything about it. Soon afterwards his aunt announced it was bedtime. She approached the play pen and saw Andrew sitting in the puddle. "My little guy's sprung a leak.” she said lifting him from the playpen. Andrew felt the diaper sagging heavily on his hips. He also felt several streams of pee running down his legs and dripping off his feet as his aunt held him up. She grabbed a towel from the side of the playpen and dried Andrew's legs off then put it in the playpen to soak up the puddle. She carried Andrew to the nursery at arms length to keep him from getting her wet. Just as they entered the nursery his diaper started leaking some more. "You're just leaking all over the place." his aunt remarked. She laid him on the changing table and immediately removed his leaky diaper. "Well this one is totaled." she said holding up the soaked diaper for Andrew to see. Andrew held out his hands. "You wanna hold this?" she asked. Andrew nodded yes and took the diaper from his aunt. He immediately noticed how heavy it was. He couldn't believe he was just wearing something so completely soaked.

He handed it back to his aunt and she disposed of it. "Alright I'm going to get a wet washrag so stay put." his aunt said leaving the nursery. After she left Andrew began examining his privates, something he wasn't able to do very often anymore. As he was feeling around between his legs, he began peeing on his hands. He immediately yanked his hands back but they had still gotten soaked. “Ah ha, that’s what you get for playing with yourself.” His aunt said after witnessing the event. Andrew lay naked on the changing table holding up his dripping wet hands for his aunt to clean. She wiped them with the washrag then cleaned pee of the changing table with a towel. She wiped his legs clean with the washrag then set it aside. She wiped his diaper area with a baby wipe then examined it for signs of a rash. “I’d say your rash is gone, but the disposables didn’t help clear it up any faster than the cloth diapers,” she stated. She applied a layer of Desitin to Andrew’s diaper area then pulled four cloth diapers from under the changing table. “It’s back to cloth diapers for you, little boy,” she said, sliding the diapers under his raised bottom. She applied baby powder generously then pinned Andrew into the diapers.

PART TWENTY-FIVE

Andrew’s aunt grabbed a pair of green sleepers from the dresser and put them on him. She pinned his pacifier to the sleepers and stuck it in his mouth. “All done and ready for beddy-bye.” His aunt remarked. Andrew didn’t wasn’t to sleep in the nursery all by himself. He was about to say something until his aunt carried him out of the nursery. She carried him into the bathroom and sat him on the counter. Andrew watched as she grabbed his tooth brush and squeezed some toothpaste onto it. She pulled his pacifier out of his mouth and began brushing his teeth. After going over every tooth very carefully, his aunt had Andrew spit out the toothpaste and rinse his mouth out very well. She noted that he seemed to be having trouble sipping from the cup but he still got his mouth rinsed. She wiped the dribble from his chin and put the toothbrush and toothpaste away. Andrew was sure that he was going back to the nursery to sleep by himself, but instead his aunt carried him back downstairs and sat him on the couch. “Stay put, I’ll be done in a minute.” She said. Andrew watched her as she made sure the playpen was clean and dry. She then turned off the lights in the living room and kitchen. She returned to the couch carrying a bottle. Andrew held his arms out as his aunt picked him up. She carried him upstairs as he began nursing on the bottle. Andrew was going to complain about sleeping alone but his aunt didn’t take him back to the nursery. Instead she carried him to her room and laid him on her bed. “Now be good and stay put while I change.” She said closing her door. She then went to her bathroom leaving the door partly opened. She knew Andrew wouldn’t be messing with anything because she had then mittens fastened before she put the sleepers on him.

Andrew lay content on the bed nursing from the bottle. He was almost done when his aunt emerged from her bathroom wearing a nightgown. “Are we ready for night-nights?” she asked. Andrew smiled and nodded around the bottle. She climbed into the bed and pulled Andrew over to her side of the bed. She waited for him to finish the bottle then set it on her nightstand. His aunt popped his pacifier in his mouth then pulled a light sheet over them. She held him tight as they lay still. Andrew was scared that he would wake up all by himself again but couldn’t help feeling secure in his aunt’s embrace. Despite his fears he soon fell asleep to his aunt’s relief.

The next morning Andrew woke up in his aunt’s bed by himself. He quickly looked over and saw his aunt in her bathroom brushing her hair. Relieved, Andrew turned his attention to his diapers. He could tell that he had dumped huge load of poop in his diaper overnight. He thought he felt himself pooping some more but he couldn’t tell any difference. Andrew sat up on the bed and felt poop spread into his crotch and surround his dick and balls. With as much poop as he had in his diaper, none of it was solid. He wanted to see what his diaper looked like but the sleeper mittens kept it to feel only examination. Andrew sniffed the air but he couldn’t smell any poop. He thought that the diapers must really be good to contain the smell.

“Pee yew, you got some stinky diapers this morning!” his aunt announced as she came from the bathroom. “But, I can’t smell anything.” Andrew said. “That’s cause you’re used to it. I just came from the other room.” His aunt explained. She picked him up and carried him to the nursery. “Did you sleep well last night?” she asked as she laid him on the changing table. Andrew nodded yes. “I thought so, you didn’t move once last night.” She remarked. She opened the crotch of his sleepers and examined his diapers. “You must have a really poopy diaper.” She said referring to poop leaking into his plastic pants. She took him out of the sleepers then strapped him down. "Okay baby, I'm going to go make your bath. I'll be right back." His aunt announced. Andrew sucked on his pacifier as his aunt left him helpless on the table. He wasn't too distressed because he could hear his aunt in the bathroom. He was still apprehensive because he wouldn't be able to get off the table if his aunt disappeared.

His aunt soon reappeared and began removing his diapers. “You have one really messy diaper.” She said poking his plastic pants. She carefully pulled them down leaving a trail of runny poop on his legs. She carefully unpinned the diapers and pulled them down to reveal his messy diaper area. She cleaned all the excess poop off Andrew then picked him up off the changing table and carried him to the bathroom. Andrew thought it was really neat being carried through the house completely naked. His aunt carried him at arms length by his armpits to keep him from getting any poop on her. Just as the reached the bathroom, Andrew unintentionally released a stream of pee onto the floor. “Oh my.” His aunt said dodging the puddles. She quickly sat him in the tub were he finished emptying his bladder. Andrew soaked in the tub while his aunt cleaned up his trail of pee with a towel.

Andrew was given a thorough bath by his aunt. When finished she picked him up in a towel and carried him into the nursery. She dried him on she changing table then gave him his baby lotion massage. As usual Andrew involuntarily peed on the changing table. His aunt cleaned him and the mess up then diapered him. After she had four diapers pinned on Andrew she grabbed another and pinned in on over the others. “Just for fun.” She said. She retrieved a transparent pair of plastic pants with little trains on it and a bright yellow pair of footed rompers. She slid the plastic pants up Andrew’s legs and over the diapers. The were snug but still did their job. She then put the rompers on Andrew. Andrew sat up and felt the extra bulk between his legs and smiled. “You like those diapers?” his aunt asked. Andrew nodded.

His aunt picked Andrew up and carried him down to the kitchen for breakfast. She placed him in the high chair then gave him a baby bottle to suck on. While preparing Andrews meal she also began cooking herself some breakfast. Meanwhile Andrew was enjoying his thick diapers. He sat in the highchair squeezing his legs together while sucking on the baby bottle. After a few minutes his aunt carried a bowl of cornmeal over to the highchair and set it on the tray along with a couple jars of baby food. Andrew was glad because his arms were getting tired. He set the bottle next to the cornmeal. His aunt began feeding him the sweetened cornmeal then opened the jars of baby food. Andrew happily ate the baby food then the rest of the cornmeal. His aunt praised him for finishing all the food then gave him back the half empty bottle. Andrew drank it all down while his aunt ate her breakfast. After Andrew finished his bottle he started squirming in the highchair. His aunt noticed and asked if he wanted down. Andrew nodded yes and his aunt released him from the highchair placing him on the floor. He crawled around the kitchen while his aunt ate her breakfast.

His aunt kept and eye on Andrew as she finished up her breakfast. She put the dishes in the sink then went to retrieve Andrew. When she approached Andrew held his arms out for her to pick him up. She placed him on her hip and carried him to the living room. As she held him she firmly patted him on the back causing him to burp twice.

“So baby, what do you want to do now?” His aunt asked. “I wanna go on the swing.” Andrew responded. His aunt obliged and carried him outside. She placed him in the swing, which he fit snug into and fastened all the straps. She pushed him while he sat back and enjoyed himself. After a half hour his aunt's arms were tired and she let Andrew push himself. Andrew would have rather been pushed but he didn't complain. He continued to push himself until his aunt was rested and decided to take over again. Andrew was again able to relax while his aunt did all the work. She again pushed him until her arms were tired. “Okay baby, I'm going to run inside for a minute. You push yourself until I get back. I won't be long.” she said pulling the knob from the swing's buckle. She made a quick bathroom break then grabbed a bottle of formula for Andrew.

When she came back outside she saw Andrew pumping with all his might. “Ohh, you're going really high now!” she cheered. Andrew slowed down as his aunt approached. “Let's go for a walk.” she suggested as she released him from the swing. She picked Andrew up and placed him on her hip. She carried him towards a path that he hadn't seen before. They talked a little bit as she walked. His aunt praised Andrew for his good behavior during his stay. Fifteen minutes into the walk they came upon the creek where Andrew caught his frog. She sat down on the bench and sat Andrew on her lap. Andrew leaned back onto his aunt's chest. They sat there for a few minutes watching the creek and listening to the birds and other animals.

Andrew's aunt pulled the bottle from her pocket and removed Andrew's pacifier from his mouth. She stuck the nipple into Andrew's mouth and waited for him to start sucking. Andrew almost immediately began sucking on the bottle as his aunt held it for him. While holding the bottle with one hand she held Andrew snugly around the stomach with the other. They sat quietly enjoying the peaceful surroundings. It was so peaceful that Andrew fell asleep on his aunt's lap. She noticed when his head started leaning to one side. She sat there for another half-hour enjoying the outdoors while Andrew snoozed in her lap before she decided that they needed to get back to the house. She carefully held Andrew as she stood up then gently turned him around to face her. She positioned his head on her shoulder as she held him in front of her. She placed one hand on his bottom with the other around his back to steady him. She then began her trek back to her house.

Andrew woke up with a bright light in his face. He rolled over to shield his eyes then the next thing he knew he was falling and ended up lying face down in the grass. He hit hard and began crying. His aunt was quickly on the scene and scooped Andrew up off the ground. She comforted him by lightly bouncing him up and down and patting him on the back. Andrew took a few minutes to calm down and when he did he asked what happened. “Well baby, I only just laid you down on the table then the next thing know you're lying on the ground crying. I thought you'd be okay for a minute, but I was wrong.” she apologized. “Will you forgive me?” she asked. Andrew nodded and gave her a hug, she gave him a kiss on the cheek in return. She sat Andrew in the playpen and put his pacifier back in his mouth. She pulled the mittens off his hands and left him to play. Andrew played for a few hours while his aunt did some chores around the house.

PART TWENTY-SIX

“Guess what baby!” his aunt announced. “What?” Andrew asked excitedly. “You mean you don't know?” she joked. “No.” Andrew said anxiously. “It's nap time!” she announced. “Aww.” Andrew whined. “Yeah, yeah, I know. But baby needs his nappy-poo.” his aunt said as she lifted him from the playpen. She carried him up to the nursery and sat him on the changing table. “Let's see how that diaper of yours is doing.” she said. She unbuttoned Andrew's rompers, stuck her hand under his plastic pants and felt the outside of his diaper. “What, you're not even wet!” she exclaimed. Andrew looked surprised. “Well just the outside of your diaper is dry, but the inside is nice and wet.” she explained, then bent down and smelled his diaper. “You must not be very messy, because I don't smell anything.” she stated. She then re-buttoned the crotch of his rompers and refastened his mittens over his hands then pronounced him ready for his nap. In one motion she picked him up and laid him in the crib. “I'll be right back with your baba.” she said.

She returned to find him in the exact same position she left him in. “That's a good boy, now here's your baba.” she said. Andrew took the bottle and put the nipple straight into his mouth. “Sweet dreams, I'll see you in an hour or two, and if you're good you'll get a treat.” she said kissing him on the forehead. She left turning off the light and leaving the door partly open. Andrew was bored, he wanted to go back and play but knew better than to get out of the crib, plus he wanted that treat his aunt promised. Despite him not wanting to be there, Andrew eventually began getting sleepy. His aunt came to check on Andrew a half hour later. He was still laying on his back and sleeping. The bottle was lying on his chest with his hands on either side. His head had turned to one side causing the nipple to come out. His mouth was partly open and some formula had dripped out onto the crib mattress. She grabbed a Kleenex and wiped the formula from Andrew's face and the crib mattress. She also put his pacifier back in and closed his mouth around it. Andrew sucked on the pacifier almost immediately.

Andrew woke up with a jolt. He looked around, the nursery was empty. He didn't remember having a bad dream. He noticed that he was in the same position that his aunt left him in. He couldn't understand why he woke up but he was still tired so he fell back asleep quickly. Meanwhile his aunt thought that she heard a noise on the baby monitor and went to check, but by the time she got to the nursery Andrew was back asleep. She wasn't sure if he woke up but decided that he could sleep for another half hour.

Andrew woke up to the strong smell of poop. Still in a daze he tried to sit up but he couldn't. He heard his aunt chuckling and looked down to see her changing his diaper. His legs were out of his sleepers and his diaper was unpinned and laying open. His aunt just smiled down at him while she grabbed a baby wipe. Andrew was relieved to know where the smell was coming from but that didn't make it smell any better.

“I'll bet that's the first time you moved since I put you in that crib.” she remarked. She finished wiping his front and rolled his legs up to his chest to clean his bottom. Andrew noticed that his arms weren't strapped down then grabbed his legs and held them. “Thank you, you're such a good boy.” she said. “And a smelly one.” she added waving her hand in front of her face. “We've got some real baby poop here.” his aunt observed. She carefully removed the top two diapers and presented it to Andrew. He wrinkled his nose and turned his head when it got close. She wiped the poop off his bottom with the remaining diapers and some baby wipes then rubbed some Desitin and sprinkled baby powder on his bottom. After she was finished she allowed Andrew to drop his legs back down. She continued by applying Desitin to his crotch followed by baby powder. She pulled the three diapers that she already had under his bottom up over his crotch and pinned them snugly around his waist. “Can I have a super thick diaper again?” Andrew asked. “No, I don't think so. You avoided a rash this time but you'll almost definitely get one if you wear another diaper so long.” she explained. “Okay.” Andrew conceded, not wanting to spoil his treat.

His aunt slipped another pair of plastic pants over his diaper, this pair was bright yellow almost matching his sleepers, with baby teddy bears on it. She slipped his legs back into the rompers and fastened them up. “Okay baby, time for your treat!” She said. She released the strap and picked Andrew up. She carried him downstairs and sat him on the couch. “Stay put and I'll go get your treat.” She said then went to the kitchen. Andrew waited anxiously for his aunt to return. He didn't dare get off the couch for fear of spoiling his treat. His aunt came back carrying a bowl of ice cream. Andrew bounced up and down on the couch as his aunt walked over and sat down. She set the bowl on the end table then pulled Andrew onto her lap. “Alright now, you're going to have to calm down.” she told him because he was squirming. He stopped almost immediately. “Good boy.” his aunt said and grabbed the bowl. She stirred it a couple more times then scooped a big spoonful. It was only a baby spoon so it wasn't too big for Andrew. Andrew got a couple headaches this time despite his aunts efforts to prevent them.

Andrew was disappointed when the bowl was empty, but when his aunt announced that he could go play again he cheered back up. His aunt unzipped the mittens and placed him in the playpen. “Boy we get anymore toys in here you won't fit.” she said noting that there was only a small clear spot for Andrew to sit. She left him to play and went to watch TV. Andrew wanted to feel his diaper. He looked up to see his aunt in the kitchen. He stuck his hand inside the sleepers crotch. He then remembered his aunt's warning and pulled it back out. He knew that his aunt kept a pretty good eye on him and didn’t want to get in trouble.

"Okay baby, we have to go to the store again, I forgot something yesterday." His aunt announced an hour later. She picked him up and carried him up to the nursery. She laid him on the changing table and strapped him in. She then unsnapped the crotch of his rompers and checked his diaper. "I guess you could use a fresh diaper." She remarked. She removed his wet diaper and wiped him clean. She applied baby oil and baby powder to his diaper area then grabbed a disposable diaper from under the table. She put the diaper on him then refastened the crotch of his sleepers. Andrew didn't question his aunt's choice of diaper but was a little confused. His aunt soon had him outside and strapped into the car seat. Andrew was a little nervous about going out in public wearing only his bright yellow footed rompers. He was also a little excited because he had no choice. Andrew enjoyed the sensation of wearing a wet baby diaper while securely strapped into a car seat and sucking on a pacifier.

They soon arrived at the grocery store and his aunt parked the car. She came around and released Andrew from the car seat then picked him up. Andrew was both nervous and excited as his aunt carried him to the store. His aunt put Andrew in the child seat of a cart even though she only had to get a few things. She fastened the safety belt, ensuring that Andrew wouldn't be able to get out on his own. She placed her purse in Andrew's lap and he held it with his hands. Suddenly Andrew felt himself pooping in his diaper. He knew that it was just the final clue anyone would need to identify him as a baby. "Uh oh, I better hurry, you've gotten smelly." his aunt announced. "Now everyone's going to think I'm a baby." Andrew whined. "But you are a baby." his aunt stated bluntly. "Oh, right." Andrew responded. With that Andrew decided that he wasn't going to worry about it, after all if his aunt wasn't worried about it, he shouldn't be either.

After awhile he was starting to become amused by everyone doing double takes then staring awestruck at him. "Alright you, what's so funny?" his aunt asked in response to his giggling. "Everybody acts so funny when they see me." He answered. "That's just because they're not used to seeing a ten year-old baby." his aunt told him. She pushed him up to the register and waited for the people in front of her to go through. When it was their turn Andrew watched the cashier. He could tell that she was trying to act as if everything was normal, but he could see that she was smiling a little and her eyes were wide. His aunt promptly paid for her purchase and took her change. "You two have a nice day." the cashier said cheerfully. She smiled at Andrew and he smiled back. His aunt pushed him out to the foyer and pulled her purse off his lap. She undid the belt and lifted Andrew from the child seat. She grabbed the bag of groceries then carried it and Andrew out to her van. She set the bag on the floor then placed Andrew in the car seat. She fastened the belts and pulled them snug. "Off we go." she announced as she pulled out of the parking lot. On the ride back Andrew enjoyed the sensation of being snugly strapped into a car seat wearing a wet and poopy diaper while sucking on his pacifier.

Upon arrival at her house, Andrew’s aunt released Andrew from the car seat and carried him into the house with the groceries. She sat him on the floor then put the small amount of groceries away. “Time to get your stinky diaper changed.” His aunt said pointing to the stairs. Andrew immediately crawled up the stairs with his aunt following. He crawled into the nursery and waited by the changing table. His aunt lifted him up and strapped him down on the table. She unsnapped the crotch of his rompers and untapped his diaper. She wiped him clean then pulled his legs out of the rompers. She spread some Desitin over his diaper area and applied a generous amount of powder. “It’s back to cloth diapers for you.” His aunt said. She slid three diapers under his bottom and pinned them snugly around his waist.

Andrew sighed as he again felt the pleasant thickness between his legs. “Baby likes his cloth diapers doesn’t he?” she said. “Yeah, but I like the baby diapers too.” He admitted. His aunt gently pushed his feet through the leg holes of a pair of light blue nursery print plastic pants. Andrew smiled as he saw the babyish designs on the plastic pants. His aunt put his legs back into the sleepers then released him from the changing table. “Time for din-din!” she announced. Andrew giggled with excitement as his aunt carried him downstairs.

His aunt placed Andrew in the highchair and secured the straps and tray. She made Andrew some rice cereal and put some applesauce in a bowl. She grabbed a few jars of baby food then brought it all over to Andrew. He found it hard to hold still as his aunt set the food on the tray. “Aren't you an eager beaver.” she remarked. She opened the jars and scooped some out and mixed it with some applesauce. She raised the spoon and waved it back and forth and up and down teasing Andrew. Andrew squirmed even more as he tried to catch the spoon. Finally his aunt stopped and Andrew was able catch it. From there his aunt fed him as normal. He ate it as fast as she could feed it to him. Andrew was disappointed when they finished. “all gone.” his aunt announced. Andrew moaned because he wanted more. “Alright, here's a bottle.” His aunt said. Andrew nursed the bottle while his aunt cleaned up. He fussed a little bit when his aunt separated him from the bottle to clean his face.

PART TWENTY-SEVEN

His aunt finished cleaning up and released Andrew from the highchair. She carried him to the living room and sat him on the couch. “Would you like to watch a movie?” she inquired. “Sure!” Andrew responded. His aunt put a video tape in the VCR and turned on the TV. Andrew wasn't sure what they were going to watch but he didn't care. He was just happy to sit in him aunt's lap. As the movie started he saw that it was Dumbo. He remembered watching it when he was younger but didn't remember how it went. He laid his head back on his aunt's shoulder and watched the movie.

His aunt was surprised at how much Andrew was enjoying the movie. He was totally into it and would have probably thrown a fit if it was turned off. About forty-five minutes into the movie the phone rang, startling both of them. His aunt decided to leave Andrew on the couch and let him watch the movie by himself. He started fussing when she stood up but calmed down when she sat him back on the couch. Andrew paid no more attention to her and continued watching the movie. His aunt went to the kitchen and answered the phone. Andrew sat contently watching the movie while his aunt talked on the phone. She finished her phone call and went back into the living room.

She found Andrew fully engrossed in the movie. She grabbed the bowl off the end table next to Andrew, but he didn't even notice. “Are you thirsty?” she asked. Andrew didn't answer. She decided not to disturb him and seized the opportunity to get some time to herself. She knew that the movie would last at least for another hour. She went to her room and grabbed her novel and brought it back downstairs. She checked on Andrew and found him still watching the movie, totally unaware that she even left the room. She sat down in the kitchen where she could still see Andrew and read a few chapters.

After a few chapters Andrew's aunt tired of reading. She saw that the movie was still playing and Andrew was still watching. She went and performed a few small chores while Andrew paid no attention. She wasn't sure how much longer the movie would last so she stayed fairly close to the living room.

Not too long after, the movie ended, disappointing Andrew. He looked around saw that he was alone in the living room. He climbed down off the couch and crawled to the kitchen. He found it empty then heard some noises in the laundry room. He crawled into the laundry room and found his aunt loading the washer. He sat on the floor and watched. “Well hello baby, did you enjoy the movie?” she asked. “Yeah it was so cool.” he said. “I could tell you liked it, you didn't even notice me leave did you?” she inquired. Andrew shook his head. “You probably wouldn’t have even noticed if the house burnt down.” she stated.

Andrew watched his aunt until she started the washing machine. She pointed to the kitchen and Andrew obediently crawled to it. His aunt directed him to the living room then lifted him into the playpen. She fetched a bottle for him then turned the TV to a suitable children's show for him to watch. She made sure he was satisfied then continued with her chores. Andrew nursed on the bottle as he watched the TV. He watched the show and played with the toys during the commercials. Between the shows and the toys Andrew was enjoying himself immensely. “Uh oh, it's time for you to go to beddie-bye.” his aunt announced. Andrew whined and fussed a little that he didn't want to go to bed on the way up to the nursery. “You need you're sleep. You're getting cranky.” she stated. Andrew couldn't argue with her but still didn't want to go to bed. His aunt took him to the bathroom and brushed his teeth for him. “You need your sleep, you have a big day tomorrow.” she said carrying him to the nursery. Andrew didn't like the sound of that, he figured that he was going to be re-potty-trained and sent home. He felt like crying but the bottle his aunt gave him kept him calm.

His aunt soon had him in a fresh night diaper. She lift him off the changing table and laid him in the crib. “Night-night, baby.” she said, kissing him on the forehead. Andrew didn't want to fall asleep but unknown to him, his aunt had put some sleeping medication in the bottle to make him sleep. She had also put him to bed an hour later than usual so he would be more tired. Andrew wanted play some more to enjoy being a baby as long as he could before the next day. He had already convinced himself that his aunt was going to potty train him then. He was about to sit up but suddenly got tired. He didn't know what was happening and didn't have much time to think about it. He fell asleep without even realizing it.

His aunt came in five minutes to check on him and was pleased to see that he was asleep. She pulled the almost empty bottle from his mouth and replaced it with his pacifier. She noticed that he didn't suck on it, but figured that the sleeping medication caused him to sleep too deeply. She slipped the mittens over his hands then left him to sleep. “There's a big surprise waiting for you tomorrow.” she whispered.

PART TWENTY-EIGHT

Andrew woke up to a soaked and messy diaper. He looked down at his crotch and smiled at the bulge his diaper made. He casually looked to his left expecting to see the rest of his aunt's nursery but instead he saw a wall with nursery print wall paper on it. He then looked over to his right realizing that he wasn't in his aunt's nursery. He was in some other nursery. He sat up in the crib, which was bigger than the one at his aunt's house, and looked around. Across the room from the crib he saw a large changing table equipped with even more straps than the one his aunt had. Next to it was a door that was closed. On the right wall was a chest of drawers with a closet next to it. In the left corner, next to the changing table, there was a rocking chair. There was a door in the left wall and a shower stall that was raised off the floor.

He examined the crib and realized that this one was much different than the one he was using. The first thing he noticed was that this one had a top on it. There was a split in the railing a foot below the top, he looked at the other side but there was no split. It finally dawned on him that the split side slid down do he would be able to get out. Andrew saw that there were some stuffed animals in the crib with him but he was too bewildered to pay much attention. He started to get scared, he was all alone in a strange room. He felt like crying but held back for the moment. But the thought that he may have been kidnapped caused him to cry out of fear and hope that his aunt would come and get him.

After just a few seconds he heard a door open, but couldn't see who it was through the tears. "What's wrong baby, are you scared?" he heard as the crib was opened. He recognized the voice as a woman's, but it wasn't his aunt's voice. She picked him up out of the crib and carried him over to the rocking chair. She put pacifier that had fallen out, back in his mouth. She let his head rest on her shoulder as she rocked back and forth and rubbed his back. Andrew quickly stopped crying and wiped the tears from his eyes. "Feeling better?" She asked as she pulled him away from her shoulder. Andrew looked up and saw his mom. His jaw dropped open and his pacifier fell out again. He was glad that he was wearing diapers or sleepers would be soaked. His mom broke out laughing at his expression. "Surprised to see me?" She asked. Andrew was too surprised to answer. "While you ponder that, I'll change your diaper." She carried him to the changing table and strapped him in at the chest and wrists. Andrew just lay there in silence as his mom changed his wet and messy diaper. Andrew didn't know what to say, he just assumed that he would be potty trained before he went back home. By the time he finished pondering this his mom was finished changing his diaper. She unstrapped him from the changing table and picked him up. She held him in front of her allowing his head to rest on her shoulder. She offered Andrew his pacifier back and he accepted.

Andrew's mom carried him out of the nursery through the door next to the changing table. They entered a hallway and turned left. Andrew was facing backwards so he could not see where they were going. He watched the walls as they passed. He saw the wall to the nursery end and in it's place was a high railing. He didn't have time to look at the room as he heard voices up ahead. No sooner did he hear the voices then he was handed to his aunt. "Did you sleep well last night?" she asked. Andrew nodded in silence looking around. "I think he's still in shock." His mother remarked. His aunt sat in a recliner with Andrew in her lap. His mom handed a bottle to feed Andrew. Andrew readily accepted the bottle and sucked on it as his aunt held it. He first thought it was formula then found out it was milk. He also thought it tasted a little different, not bad just different, but he figured that was because he had been drinking formula for the last month. “I told you today was going to be a big day.” his aunt said. As Andrew was nursing on the bottle he saw his dad sitting next to his mom on the couch. Everyone was pretty much quiet as they watched Andrew sucking on the bottle. He was starting to become a little self-conscious since everyone was watching him so closely and not saying anything. Even with the distractions Andrew finished the bottle in his average time.

After Andrew finished the bottle his aunt handed it back to his mom. She then began burping him in full view of everyone. Andrew turned red when a loud burp escaped him uncontrollably. His aunt turned him around and sat him in her lap. "I think it's time we explain all of this." His mom began then turned to his dad. "This all started almost a year and a half ago, when I found your stash of diapers in your dresser." Andrew's eyes went wide. "I told your dad about it and he explained to me about his childhood." His mom explained. Andrew looked at his dad questioningly. "When I was about your age I liked diapers too. Maybe not as much as you do but I still liked them. I never used disposables like you, all we had were cloth diapers, luckily I was able to get some old diapers from the linen closet. They weren't very good with out the plastic pants but I used them anyway. They almost always leaked so started just wearing them without peeing in them. I mostly wore them at night but also on occasion wore one or two at a time during the day under my clothes. I always diapered myself extra thick at night and wet myself every now and then. I got away with it for a few years until your aunt finally caught me. I had to pee really bad so I ran into the bathroom and pushed the door shut, but it didn't shut all the way. I don't know why I didn't shut and lock the door I guess I was just getting reckless. Just as I was about to unpin one side of my diaper, your aunt walked in. She asked me why I was wearing my old diapers but I was too embarrassed to answer. I was so embarrassed that I started peeing in my diaper. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't stop peeing. I just stood there bawling as the pee streamed into my diaper and onto the floor." His dad said.

"At first I thought seeing my 11 year old brother wearing diaper was funny but then I really started to feel sorry for him. I guess my babysitting skills kicked in and I lifted him into the tub while he finished peeing. He was crying so hard that he fell down, he probably would have cracked his skull if I hadn't caught him. I don't know what came over me but I just started taking off his wet clothes until he was completely naked. I ran some water and began washing him. I just gave him a quick bath and he cried through the whole thing." she recounted. "Well I was humiliated over you seeing me naked on top of the fact that you just watched me soak my diaper." Andrew's dad added.

"I can understand that. So after I had him clean I helped him dry off, I pretty much did it all. Then I led him naked to our room, still crying. I had him lay on the bed. Again I don't know what came over me I guess I was partly afraid he would pee again. I went to the linen closet and grabbed a couple of the diapers. What your dad didn't know was that we had saved some of his plastic pants too, so I grabbed a pair. I went back into our room and put the diapers on him. He didn't even seem to notice he just laid there crying. He didn't really notice until I squeezed the plastic pants over his diaper." She said. "I was so shocked that she actually diapered me that I stopped crying. I just sat there stunned for a few minutes before I asked her if she was going to tell our mom and dad." he explained. "Before I decided I needed to know why he was wearing diapers in the first place." She said. "So I told her about how I had watched her diapering a baby that she was watching one day and that I started wondering about how they felt. Then I explained how I found some cloth in the linen closet and used it as a diaper. I didn't even know that they were real diapers but I used them anyway. I went on to explain the previous year-and-a-half. I was really surprised when she agreed not to tell anyone. She was a very understanding big sister." Andrew's dad shared. "We always were very close, probably because we shared a room." she professed. “So now you know how I got into diapers and why we picked your aunt to get you into diapers full-time.” Andrew’s dad said.

PART TWENTY-NINE

“So why did you stop wearing diapers?” Andrew asked. “Who said I stopped?” His dad replied pulling up his shirt to reveal a disposable diaper showing above his pants. This produced a laugh from the adults while Andrew just stared in awe.

“But how did you know I liked diapers?” Andrew asked. His parents looked at each other then his mom began explaining. “I found you're little stash in your closet a few moths ago.” she said referring to his pictures, stories, pacifier and makeshift diapers that he kept in an old box. Andrew blushed, realizing they had known for a long time. “I discussed it with your father and he told me about his interest in diapers. After a long talk we decided to see just how interested you were. So we got a package of Huggies size six, opened them up and put them in the bathroom closet. We watched it for a few days and sure enough diapers started disappearing.” she recalled. Andrew blushed again as his actions were retold. “We thought about telling you that we knew, but after talking to your aunt, we came up with another plan.” she began.

“We started by raising your allowance then letting you stay home by yourself a few times. Just as we were hoping, a brand new package of diapers appeared under your bed. We monitored your usage and slipped a few extras in every now and then.

After that was accomplished we moved onto phase two of our plan: bedwetting.” she announced. Andrew's eyes went wide, “That was you?” he asked. “Yes, didn't you find it even a little strange that you began wetting the bed just a few days after you bought some diapers?” she asked. Andrew shook his head no. “We wanted you to get used to using the diapers you are so fond of, before phase three: your aunt's house.” She explained. “You mean all that was planned?” Andrew inquired. “Well, not all of it.” His aunt answered. “But how did I become a baby so easy?” Andrew asked. “We used subliminal tapes.” Andrew's mom answered. Andrew got a confused look on his face. “They tell you to do stuff over and over until you mind starts making you do it. That's how we got you to wet the bed then wet and poop your diapers like a baby.” she explained.

“You mean there's a tape that makes me a baby?” Andrew asked. “It's a set of tapes. The first one makes you pee and poop without any control, another makes you want to suck on something all the time whether its a pacifier, bottle, or your thumb. It also gave you back your sucking instinct.” His dad said. “Huh?” Andrew was confused. “This.” his aunt said sticking his pacifier in his mouth. Andrew immediately sucked on the pacifier without thinking about it. “That's your sucking instinct.” his mom said. “Back to the tapes, the third one makes you like baby food, there's one that makes you like to play with baby toys, there's even one that makes you cry whenever anything bad happens.” His dad said. Andrew felt a little better now that he knew why he started acting like a baby all the sudden.

“You know what happened at your aunt's house. But you don't know what happened here.” Andrew's dad began. “In fact this isn't even our old house, we bought this one a couple months ago and moved in while you were away. I guess we'll have to give you the tour.” he said and stood up. He took Andrew from his aunt and carried him to the kitchen. Andrew felt even more secure in his dad's strong arms. “This is the kitchen and this is your brand new highchair.” his dad said. Andrew looked down at the highchair. It was fancier than the one his aunt had. It was covered with flannel padding on the seat and arms. The highchair had an abundance of straps including: chest straps, a lap belt, arm straps on the sides, and leg straps. They moved back to the living room where Andrew again noticed the high railing with a bunch of toys behind it. “You've see the living room, now on to the best part!” his dad said. He carried Andrew through the hallway and back into the nursery. “Here's your brand new nursery.” he said. Andrew hadn't noticed before that it was decorated in a Winnie the Pooh theme with Pooh wallpaper, Pooh bed set, hamper, lamp, and even Pooh stickers on the changing table, dresser and rocking chair.

Andrew looked around a little, but was most interested in the strange bathtub looking thing next to his crib. “What's that?” he asked. “That's you're new bathtub.” his dad began. “It's raised off the floor so we don't have to bend over to wash you. And there's a safety strap so you don't fall over and drown.” he explained. Andrew thought it was really neat and couldn’t wait to be bathed in it. “And now for the best part!” his dad announced. He pushed open the door next to the bathtub revealing a giant playroom full of toys. It was decorated in pastel colors with no particular theme in mind. It had a huge three-level fort with foam rubber covering it along most the left wall.

The bottom level had an extra soft floor with big pillows leaning against the back wall. It also had foam steps leading up to the second level with a foam block slide and roof over it. From there was another set of steps up to the third level which rested above the first. The third level had netting around it so Andrew couldn't fall out. It also had an even longer slide that went down to the first level. The third level was about six feet off the floor so it could double as a lookout tower.

Andrew wanted to play in the fort immediately but his dad wanted to show Andrew the rest of his new toys first. Next to the fort was a bunch of shelves that filled the rest of the wall. On them were miscellaneous toddler toys ranging from toy trucks to buckets filled with wooden blocks. There was even a wooden train set complete with tracks. Built into the shelves was a television which was angled so that it couldn’t be viewed from both inside the fort and from the middle of the playroom. On the other side of the room his dad showed Andrew a bin full of Legos. Next to that was a large rocking horse which resembled the one he had six years earlier. The corner was set up as a little kitchen with plastic and rubber food. It had a fake oven and sink but a real refrigerator that had some baby bottles in it. “We wanted to put a refrigerator in here so you could have a bottle when you're thirsty or hungry, then just decided to build a little play kitchen around it.” his dad explained.

Moving back toward the Legos Andrew's dad showed him several pull around cars with ropes attached to the fronts. Each one made a different engine sound when pulled. His mom brought over a little piano keyboard and a toddler guitar. His dad got down on one knee then turned Andrew around and sat him on his leg, so he could have plenty of room to play. She held up the keyboard for Andrew to try but he couldn’t with the mittens over his hands. His aunt stepped up and undid the mittens. When she did Andrew noticed that he wasn't in the same sleepers he was last night. He was now in a light blue pair of rompers with “Baby Andrew” stitched on the chest. He admired his adorable clothing for a minute before he realized what he was doing. His mom directed his attention back to the keyboard. Andrew pressed a few keys and got excited when they played notes for him. Next she showed him the toddler guitar. He took it and began strumming it. Even though he had no idea how to play a guitar it started playing music for him. He got even more excited than when he played with the piano. His dad gave him a hug from behind.

“So what do you think?” his dad asked. “It's neat.” he replied. “And what about the rest of the stuff.” his dad inquired. “I love it all!” Andrew said. He attempted to give his dad a hug, but couldn't turn all the way around while straddling his dad's leg. His dad picked him up and turned him around to allow him to give his hug. He then gave his mom and aunt a big hug too. “Alright sport, have at it.” his dad said. Placing him on the floor. Andrew wasn't sure what to play with first since it was all so “cool.” He decided to play on the rocking horse since it brought back memories of his first babyhood. He climbed up on it with a little help from his dad and began rocking back and forth. It was just as much fun as he remembered.

His dad stayed and played with Andrew while his mom and aunt went to the kitchen to prepare his breakfast. Andrew was enjoying the extra attention he was getting from his dad. Not only had he accepted Andrew's diaper, he was wearing diapers as well. It didn't take long for them to get in a tickle fight. They rolled around on the soft carpet, his dad tried not to squish Andrew. Andrew made several attempts to crawl away but his dad got him by the foot and pulled him back. Andrew squealed each time and laughed as his dad tickled him all over. On Andrew's fourth attempt he made it to his fort and up to the second level. His dad caught him again and pulled him down the slide. Andrew squealed the whole way down and laughed uncontrollably as his dad tickled his stomach. “Boy if we didn't know better we might think he was getting killed.” his aunt remarked. “Alright you two, we hate to interrupt but it's time for breakfast.” Andrew's mom announced. Andrew was happy because the playtime had made him hungry. His dad grabbed the back of Andrew's rompers with one hand and lifted him up. Andrew really liked how the rompers pulled up on his diapers, chest and armpits. His dad swung Andrew a couple times and the last time Andrew landed on his dad's hip. They were escorted to the kitchen where a special breakfast awaited Andrew.

His dad sat Andrew in the highchair. Andrew immediately noticed how soft the seat was and how comfortable it was. His dad then brought a contoured piece of canvas up between Andrew's legs and stuck the corners into a buckle on each side of Andrew's waist. Andrew looked but couldn't find the release. His mom slid the tray in place ending Andrew's search. His aunt set a divided plate in front of him with cornmeal, applesauce, oatmeal, and an unidentified baby food. His aunt picked up a spoon and began feeding Andrew. She alternated between each of the four items until each one was gone. “Now for the best part.” his mom announced. She released him from the highchair and picked him up.

She carried him to the living room and sat in the recliner with him in her lap. She pulled a pocket open to reveal her bra then opened a flap on it as well. Andrew couldn't believe what he was seeing, he was looking right at his mom's bare breast. “I think you know what to do.” she said. Andrew looked up at her as if to ask permission. “Go ahead.” she prodded. She guided his head to her breast. Andrew hesitated for a second then put his mouth on it and sucked. “Just don't bite, I'm not a bottle.” she instructed. Andrew soon got over the awkwardness and sucked on his mom's breast like an infant. “That's a good baby.” his mom said rubbing his back. After five minutes his mom switched Andrew to the other breast. He finished that one even quicker. His mom pulled him away when he kept trying to get more. “That's all I got, you'll have to go slower next time.” she suggested. Andrew nodded. She closed up her bra and sweater then held Andrew. He laid his head on her shoulder as she rubbed his back. She patted his back, rubbed a few times, then patted again.

Andrew burped a few times so his mom stopped patting and just kept rubbing. Andrew almost fell asleep but his mom turned him around. “Alright now that you know what's going on we need to explain the rules.” she said. His dad began, “Number one, you are not to change your own diapers, someone else must do it for you. Number two, you cannot feed yourself, someone must do that too. And you must eat what we feed you, even if you may not like it ” his dad stated. So far Andrew liked the rules. “Number three, bedtime is 8o'clock, unless WE say otherwise. Number four, you are only allowed to watch movies TV shows rated for young children. Nothing rated for children over the age of six. Number five, you'll have no secrets. Everything you know, we'll know. And lastly, the upstairs is off limits.” his dad finished. Andrew wasn't too sure about the last two but he knew they were final and there was noting he could do. He was pretty much neutral about the bedtime, he knew that babies went to bed at eight so it was appropriate for him. He didn't realized it but he hadn't watched any movies or TV shows rated for anyone over six in a few months.

“You understand the rules?” his mom asked. Andrew nodded. “Good boy. Do you want to watch a movie now?” Andrew got excited and nodded again. His mom stood up and carried him to his playroom and sat him in his fort. Like magic the TV turned on and a movie started playing. Andrew didn't know that his parents had control of it from the living room. But he would soon learn that he had no control over it or what it played. His mom left him to watch the movie by himself. His dad had picked out Pinocchio and Andrew watched it with the enthusiasm of a three year old. His parents were pleased with Andrew's regression and knew there wasn't much farther to go.

More to come.