    Diaper,Baby, Volia.

    Summary: Dylan is thirteen and he loves to wear diapers. His parents
    are all for it and make him into a baby.

    I guess I had always loved wearing diapers. You see, I have been a
    bedwetter my whole life, and I've always worn disposable diapers. My
    parents were always okay with this, I just put them on and then my
    pajamas and went to bed. In the morning I would toss the diaper in the
    garbage bucket behind the door.

    I just loved the way the diapers gave me a sense of security. They made
    me remember being a toddler. I enjoyed wearing them, and I wanted to
    wear them all the time.

    I had an older sister name Tara, and a younger brother name Mark, Mark
    never wet the bed and always teased me for it.

    One day I put on my disposable diaper in the morning after taking off
    the wet one from the night before. I put my pants over them and looked
    in the mirror. I saw that there was a bulge in the front of my pants
    and my butt was more prominent.

    I went downstairs and nobody noticed. I decided to wear it all day.

    As the day wore on I didn't go to the washroom hoping that I could wait
    and dump everything in the diaper. Shortly before dinner I did just
    that. I peed to my hearts content. Since I was always asleep when I did
    this I was so satisfied to do it awake. Then as dinner came by we were
    all sitting in the formal dinning room and I had to poop. So I pooped
    in my diaper.

    "What's that smell?" My dad asked.

    "It's coming from Dylan." My brother said pointing to me.

    "Dylan, stand up." My mother said.

    I stood up. "Are you wearing a diaper?" My mom asked.

    "Umm…no." I said.

    "Yes you are, take off your pants right now." My mom said.

    "No mom, not in front of everyone." I said.

    "That is too bad, you chose to wear the diaper in front of the family
    they can see what you have done." My mom said.

    I slowly undid the fly of my jeans and pulled them down. Revealing the
    very wet and poopy diaper.

    "We will discuss this later. Finish your dinner." My mom said.

    "Can I take the diaper off?" I questioned, hoping that at least I could
    wear the pants.

    "No you are to sit in the diaper till we figure out as a family why you
    did this." My mother said.

    My brother and sister were sitting there snickering.

    "Jessica and Ryan please stop it." My dad said.

    The rest of the dinner went quietly.

    "Everyone in the living room now." My mother said.

    We all sat down, I sat in a chair because no one wanted to sit by me
    because of the smell my diaper was permitting.

    "Dylan, tell us why you wore the diaper." My dad said.

    "I wore the diaper because I like them, I like how they feel and the
    sense of security it gave me." I told my family.

    "So what you are saying is that at thirteen years old you want to be a
    baby." My mom said.

    "No…I mean well no." I said not really understanding what she meant by
    a baby.

    "Well diapers are for babies and they give them security so do you or
    don't you want to be treated like a baby?" My mother asked.

    "Well I want to wear diapers."

    "Well if you are going to wear diapers full time, you are not allowed
    to change them yourself, you are not allowed to wear disposable diapers
    only cloth will do, and you will be treated like a baby, look like a
    baby and basically act like a baby." My dad said.

    "I don't understand about the last part but I don't mind not changing
    myself and wearing cloth diapers."

    " Well here is it, if you wear diapers I will buy you clothes that are
    baby clothes fitted in your size, your room will be a nursery, you will
    eat in a high chair, only be able to watch toddler shows, and play with
    baby toys. This is only for home; at school you will be able to have
    big kid clothes but you will still have to wear diapers and the nurse
    will have to change you." My mom said.

    "Well, I guess we could try it."

    "Dylan, it is either yes or no, if you say no you will not be allowed
    to wear any diapers, not even to bed because we can't trust you
    anymore." My dad said.

    I thought about it for a few seconds and said yes.

    "Okay, Jessica and Ryan you are to help with his changing. This will
    not start until the supplies get here I will have to order them." My
    mom said.

    "What, why do we have to change him?" Ryan asked in disgust.

    "Well your father and I have to work, like in the mornings for school
    you will diaper him and if we aren't here." My mom said.

    "Oh, I think he will be so cute in his diapers and baby clothes, I'm
    gonna show all of my friends." My sister said.

    This was it, I had many friends and having them see me in diapers just
    wasn't an option I was ready for. They would laugh at me for sure. Only
    Daron knew about me wetting the bed and that was only because he did
    too and he was the only one I had ever had a sleep over with, which
    made us best friends afterwards.

    My mom told me to get some sleep.

    The next morning I took off my disposable diaper and put on my clothes.
    My mom was downstairs making porridge.

    "I ordered your stuff today, it should be here by the end of the week,
    your father is going to be painting your room tomorrow so you will be
    sleeping in the guest room. None of your stuff but your socks and
    shirts will be kept." My mom said.

    As the week went on I was beginning to be get nervous. Finally the day
    came when everything was here. I wasn't allowed to see it until the
    next day but I couldn't help look at the diapers I was going to be
    wearing! They were so thick!

    The next morning my mom got me up.

    "Good morning Baby Dylan. Do you need to have a diaper change? Follow
    me to your new nursery." My mom said.

    I did as I was told. I went in and I saw it had been painted baby
    yellow. The border up on the walls was of jack-in-the-boxes. There a
    huge crib that could fit 3 people in it, it was oak wood and it had a
    clown mobile on it. Across the room there was a big changing table. My
    dresser was replaced with three chests I noticed. On the walls there
    were teddy bears, and baby books. Beneath it was my desk for homework.
    In the closet there was Fisher-Price toys.

    "Do you like baby Dylan?" My mom asked.

    "I love it." I said.

    "I'm glad" My dad said walking into the room. "Because it's going to be
    yours till you leave the house.

    "Really that's amazing, I'm gonna be in diapers that long?" I said.

    "Dylan, honey, if you go into diapers you will most like lose all
    control over your bladder and bowel nerves. I'm afraid you will
    possibly always be in diapers." My mom said.

    "Oh, well I guess I can live with that." I said.

    "Okay so here are the rules. No changing yourself. No sleeping getting
    out of the crib unless emergency. No playing with big kid toys. No
    using the toilet, no having a bath unless someone is there to wash you.
    No wearing big kids clothes unless out of the house. No disposable
    diapers. No watching big kid television, and you must be in bed by
    8:30pm. Oh and you are to only get out of the crib if no one is home,
    if someone is home they will get you out of the crib and you have no
    choice in what you wear." My mom said.

    "Now hop up on the changing pad." My mom said.

    I did this. As I was doing this mom called Jessica and Ryan.

    "No mom do they have to see me?" I asked.

    "Yes they will be changing you next week when you go to school so they
    will have to know how it is done." My dad answered.

    "We are here." Jessica said. "Oo we get to see him get diapered, the
    little baby."

    "Haha, I have a baby brother, I've always wanted one." Ryan said.

    My mom got down to one chest and took out 3 thick cloth diapers, then
    she went to another chest and got out a pair of blue plastic underwear
    it looked like.

    "Mom what is the plastic underwear for?" I asked.

    "Those are your plastic pants, just incase of leaks and to keep your
    diapers adjusted." My mom said.

    She slowly took off my pajama pants and gave them to my dad who folded
    them. Then she took my disposable diaper off. This was very wet. I
    tried to cover my private area, which was erecting, but my mom shoed my
    hands away."

    She then got out the baby oil and rubbed it around my genitals and this
    made me feel very good. She then put all three diapers under my butt.
    She then sprinkled baby powder all around me. She lifted the diapers up
    to my belly button and taped them up. It felt so comforting.
    She then got the baby blue plastic pants and slid them up to me.

    I then stood up and went to the mirror behind the door and saw for the
    first me in diapers. I was short for my age only 5 feet tall. I was
    very skinny as well. I had a blonde curly shag. I also had blue eyes.
    My diapers were huge and thick. I couldn't close my legs and I didn't
    walk I waddled.

    "Not done yet honey-bunny, here is your onzie." She said showing me a
    blue baby onzie but in my size. It had a teddy bear sleeping in the
    clouds.

    My mom lifted it above my head and buttoned it below all my diapers.
    She then got me some booties and put them on my feet.

    "There, Baby Dylan is all ready for the busy day we have. Grandma and
    Grandpa are having a party for the family." My dad said.

    "Will I be dressed like this?" I asked.

    "Of course. You will be dressed like that only when you are around the
    house or only family." My mom said.

    "Where are all my big kid clothes?" I asked.

    "Well honey-bunny none of your pants are going to fit over your diapers
    so I bought you extra large jogging pants and extra large jeans to
    wear. They are in shelves we built in your closet." My mom said.

    "Now its time for breakfast. Lets go honey-bunny, hold my hand." My mom
    reached out her hand.

    I didn't know what to think of being called honey-bunny but I did like
    being treated like a toddler again. It made me feel comfortable and
    more loved.

    As soon as I walked into the kitchen I saw a huge high chair with the
    Cookie Monster on it. I was amazed.

    My mom lifted the table attached to it up and she helped me up. She
    then put the table securely on. She then got me a pacifier and put it
    in my mouth. This surprised me the most.

    "Baby-Dylan looks tense the nummy will help him feel happy wappy!"
    Jessica said. "It was my idea for the pacifier and high chair."

    I took the pacifier out of my mouth. "Do I need this?" I asked.

    "Honey-Bunny you are not to take that out of your mouth. Bad baby." My
    mother said.

    My sister stuck it back in my mouth. After my mom was finished making
    porridge she took it out.

    My brother got me some apple juice and put it into a new baby bottle
    for me. He then handed it to me. "There you go Diaper-Kid, now you will
    feel all better."

    My mom put the porridge down and started to bring the spoon up to my
    mouth.

    "Why can't I feed myself?" I asked.

    "You can feed yourself if no one has the time or wants to do it but
    when they do you will have to do so." My mom said.

    She started spoon-feeding me till all the porridge was gone. I then
    drank the apple juice till it was all gone.

    My mom put the pacifier back in my mouth and took me out of the high
    chair and down into the rec room. In the rec room I noticed thing had
    been changed. All of Ryan's my toys were put in one corner. Then in the
    other were baby toys. I had a fisher price kitchen set, I had 3 teddy
    bears, I had building blocks, and I had this little thing where you sit
    under it and play with the things dangling from underneath it.

    My mom sat me down there. "Now Honey-Bunny play here till one of us
    gets you." My mom said.

    I was playing with the kitchen set when I had to poop. I hadn't pooped
    since yesterday morning. I didn't know what to think of my first mess
    in my diaper. I decided to prolong it and went back to playing with my
    toys.

    All of a sudden a loud fart came out. I then sat dog-style with my
    knees on the ground and my hands on the floor grunting. After awhile I
    pooped and it felt good to be rid of the poop. While I was pooping I
    noticed a lot of pee came out too. I sat there with some warm and
    squishy poop.

    Ryan came downstairs and said "Hey Baby-Dylan Daron is here." Ryan
    said.

    As soon as he said this Daron came down as soon as he saw me he had a
    shocked expression on his face. My brother went back up stairs.

    "Dylan why are you in baby clothes with diapers on?" Daron asked me.

    "Because my mom caught me wearing a diaper and the whole family asked
    me if I liked them. I said yes and the decided the way to deal with
    this was to treat me like a baby. I now have to wear diapers all the
    time now. Today is my first day." I told him.

    "Wow, I wish I could wear diapers. It must be comfortable. Why are you
    playing with toddler toys?" He asked.

    I just decided to tell him everything. Once we were done he seem pretty
    fascinated by it all.

    We had been playing with the toys when Jessica came down.

    "Honey-Bunny did you go pee-pee or poo-poo in your diapers?" Jessica
    asked.

    "Umm yes I did." I said.

    "I can smell it. Gee you sure do like wearing diapers you've only been
    in them for two hours. Well mom said if you had done a lot to change
    you but if your diapers can hold more then we can leave you till your
    nap time." Jessica had said.

    "Well I could pee in them a bit more. I am kind of thirsty as well." I
    told her.

    "Okay I'll get you some warm milk and some arrow root cookies. Daron
    would you like some soda?"

    "Umm sure please." Daron said.

    My sister came down with my bib, a bottle of milk, a plate of cookies,
    and a drink for Daron in a glass cup. "Now Baby-boo the arrow root
    cookies are for you and Daron can have the chocolate chip cookies. Mom
    says babies can't have as much sugar so the only treats you will get is
    desert after dinner. Daron make sure he doesn't eat the cookies that
    are for you okay?" My sister said.

    "Ya sure, Jessica."

    I grabbed an arrowroot cookie and nibbled it while we began playing
    with the teddy bears. I then grabbed my juice and drank it all. After
    awhile I had to pee and I just let it out. It was so warm it felt so
    good to not have to go to the washroom.

    An hour later Jessica came back down. She said lunch was ready.

    Daron sat at the table while I sat in my high chair. I could see Ryan
    and Jessica were also sitting at the table. My mom had made grilled
    cheese sandwiches. She gave everyone at the table a glass of juice and
    a sandwich. Then she got out a banana and smashed it up and put it in a
    bowl. She then got me two slices of cheese, and cut up oranges and put
    them on a plate for me.

    "Why can't I have a grilled cheese?" I asked.

    "You can't have a grilled cheese because you've already had solid food
    and babies aren't suppose to have a lot of solid food." My mom said
    handing me my bottle of apple juice.

    Since Jessica had been done her grilled cheese she started feeding me
    the mashed bananas and handed me the oranges and cheese to eat.

    Once everyone was done their lunch, my mom said "Since Daron is here I
    will let you two play with your big kid toys. You only have an hour
    left and it will be your nap time and Daron will have to go home." My
    mom said.

    Once we were downstairs Daron asked me if I liked all the treatment.
    "Of course it is nice Daron." I told him

    "Okay Dylan I know you will have to wear diapers at school. What will
    you do about that?" He asked me.

    "I'm not sure, my parents make all the decisions. Listen Daron, do you
    promise to stick by me if people start making fun of me?" I asked him.

    "Of course I do, you will always be my best friend. Dylan, I uh, I
    stopped wetting the bed this month. My mom tested me without the
    diapers and I really didn't like waking up in a wet bed so I stopped
    and now I'm out of diapers. I know you may like them, but I just don't
    feel the same as you. I still will always be your best friend, besides
    your really cute wearing those baby clothes." Daron said.

    "Thank-you Daron, and I know you never liked wetting the bed. I'm glad
    you stopped. I'm glad you say I look cute, you're always cute no matter
    what." I told him.

    Jessica came back down. "Its time for wittle baby-boo's nappy, so Daron
    can you go home now?" Jessica said.

    "Yup, by Dylan." He said hugging me.

    Jessica grabbed my hands and led me up two flights of stairs. She put
    me on the changing table.

    "Lets see what big messy Baby-Boo made." Jessica said taking off my
    onezie. She then took off my plastic pants and after that she carefully
    untaped the diapers and pulled them away. "Phew, you did a big poopie,
    I'll get it cleaned up."

    She took out some baby wipes and wiped me clean. She then got out three
    more diapers and told me to lift my tushy up and put the diapers
    beneath me. She then got the baby oil and rubbed on me, this made me
    erect and I enjoyed it very much. "You silly baby, don't be shy now."
    Jessica said playfully. After that she sprinkled baby powder on me and
    rubbed it. She carefully placed the diapers up to my belly button and
    taped them up. She then got plastic pants and slid them up my legs to
    my stomach. She helped me into my onzie.

    "Oh shoot I forgot your bottle. Wait one minute." Jessica said, putting
    my nummy in my mouth.

    She came up with a bottle filled with warm milk.

    "Is my little Baby-Boo ready for his nappy in his crib?" Jessica said
    pulling down the rail of the crib. The blankets inside the crib had
    sheep and clouds on them. I also had a big white pillow and a teddy
    bear to sleep with. She helped me and put the covers on. "What are you
    going to name you teddy?" She asked me while taking out my nummy and
    putting my teddy beside me.

    "Umm, how about Pepperoni?" I asked hugging my teddy.

    "OO that sounds like a nice name. Okay you either need the bottle in
    your mouth or the nummy in, if either aren't in your mouth you better
    have a reason. Have a good sleep and when you are done Mom will wake
    you to go to Grandma's." Jessica said.

    I sucked on my bottle till it was gone and then put my nummy in my
    mouth. I had begun to masturbate in my diapers and it felt very
    relaxing. I soon fell asleep.

    When I woke up I noticed my diaper was soaked. My mom was shaking me to
    wake me up.

    "Wakie Wakie Honey-Bunny. How was your crib?" My mom asked.

    "It was great." I told her.

    "I packed everything in the diaper bag, hurry we have to go." She said
    combing my hair. She then took my nummy and put it in my mouth.

    We went into the car and drove to grandma and grandpa's house. I walked
    in and everyone was already there.

    "Dylan, why are you in diapers and baby clothes?" My Uncle Jack asked.

    "We will tell you all later." My mom said.

    I went into the living room and sat beside my cousin Josh, who was my
    age. Josh asked Ryan why I was wearing diapers.

    "Mom said she'd explain after dinner." Ryan said.

    We all watched a movie while we waited for dinner. When dinner came I
    actually fed myself. Then after dinner the question came up again.

    "So Marie, why is Dylan in diapers?" My grandma asked.

    "Dylan is in diapers because he likes them. You know how he wets the
    bed well he had been wearing the disposable diapers and we caught him.
    He told how much he liked the feel of them, and the security they gave
    him and it reminded his father and I of babies. So we asked him what he
    thought of being a baby again and he liked the idea. Of course he's
    allowed to read, write, go swimming and stuff like big kids but when he
    is at home he is to wear the diapers and baby clothes and be treated
    like a baby." My mom said.

    "Really, aww, he does look cute in the baby clothes." My Aunt Catherine
    said.

    By this time I had been holding pooping for a while it got to the point
    when I only had to push once and it all came out.

    "Woo, Dylan do you want me to change those diapers?" Ryan asked.
    "Ryan you don't have to ask him, he has to be changed when he needs
    to." My father said.

    Ryan led me into the living room. He got out a purple yoga pad I guess
    my mom brought with us and he got the diaper bag. He helped me out of
    the onzie and told me to lie down. He took of the plastic pants and
    then cautiously took of the diapers. "Boy Diaper-kid, you sure did mess
    yourself." My brother said. "You couldn't even wait till you got home
    to poop, I'm telling you Dylan you sure are a big baby." At this point
    I began to cry. I didn't like my younger brother changing me nor did I
    like the teasing.

    "Awww and now your cwying just like a baby." Ryan said while wiping me
    clean. He then began to put the oil on me. I didn't get a sensation
    from this, as he was my brother. He diapered me up nicely all the same.
    He put my plastic pants on and then the onzie. He gave me my pacifier
    and laid me down on the couch with a baby blanket.

    I soon fell asleep and when I woke up I saw my sister and aunt taking
    pictures of me.

    "Isn't he adorable. I'm glad we have a new baby in the house." My aunt
    said.

    When we got home from my grandparent's house my mom led me upstairs and
    ran me a bath. I had wet the diapers so my mom said it was good enough.
    She then ran be a bath and bathed me. I was put into fresh diapers and
    my mom got out a foldable playpen. She put it in the center of my room
    and gave me a book to read. I read the book and then played to
    Pepperoni. I felt a poop coming on and got back into my pooping
    position and pushed it out. I did notice that I had wet my diaper as
    well.

    My mom put in a Disney movie and we all watched that. At 8:00 I went
    upstairs and again my brother diapered me.

    "I'm gonna call you diaper-ass. I think it suits you since your ass
    looks huge in diapers." My brother said while putting on the onzie. He
    then gave me my bottle of apple juice and put me in my crib. He turned
    the mobile on and I fell fast asleep.

    The next morning my dad came in. "Hey there, Dylan, how are you? I bet
    you want out of those diapers and into fresh new ones." My dad said. He
    helped me out of the crib and onto the changing table. He did just as
    good of a job as my mom and he then put my nummy in mouth. He took me
    downstairs and gave me cheerios and apple juice. He fed it to me and
    then brought me downstairs and put on the television.

    He put on Treehouse, which played children's shows all day. I watched
    Barney, Arthur, and Sesame Street. After Sesame Street I had to poop I
    decided to lift my legs up in the air and push. My dad saw me do this
    and he told me to lie on my back and he would rub it so the poop would
    come out. I liked him rubbing my back and the poop did come out. I
    didn't even have to push.

    He asked me if my diapers were going to leak and I said no, I could use
    them a few more times.

    He changed me when I had my nap and it was nice and comfy.

    The days were much like this. I didn't hear from Daron at all. Summer
    break was close to an end and I was scared of going back to school.

    The day before school started my mom got out my jogging pants and t-
    shirt.

    "That is what you will be wearing Honey-Bunny to school." My mom said.

    That night was very hard to sleep. I just hoped no one would give me a
    hard time.

    In the morning Jessica came in and woke me up. She gave me my nummy and
    brought me to the changing table. She cleaned me up and put fresh pairs
    of diapers on plastic pants and me. After that she put me into the
    jogging pants and a t-shirt. The jogging pants only hid half the
    diapers so you could see the diapers any which way I moved.

    I went on the bus and everyone stared. I saw Daron who was sitting
    beside Zack a kid I did not like very much. I had no choice but to sit
    by myself.

    When I got to class, everyone was starring at me and then Josh a guy I
    didn't know to well asked, "Why are you wearing diapers?" Josh asked.

    "I'm wearing diapers because I need them." I replied.

    "Haha everyone Dylan is a big BABY, he has to wear diapers." Josh said
    to everyone.

    The whole class was laughing at me. When the teacher came in she asked
    what was so funny.

    "Dylan has to wear diapers." Josh told the teacher.

    "Oh really Dylan. Okay class I don't care what Dylan wears beneath his
    clothes and either should you. He is perfectly normal otherwise and I
    will give detention to anyone that makes fun of him." Mrs. Humble said.