    Summary: Twelve-year-old thinks he is the boss over one of his baby
    brothers. Until his mom puts him in his place.

    MOMMIES LITTLE BOY

    	My name is Donny. I just turned twelve but I am still as small as
    most eight or nine-year-old boys are. My brother Billy is seven and
    just as big as me. My other brother Timmy is only four he still needs a
    lot of help with potty training. He needs diapers when we go on trips
    or to the store. Since I was the oldest I was the boss when mom is not
    around. Mom thought I was very mature and responsible so she let me
    baby-sit my brothers all the time for the couple of months. It saved
    her baby-sitting money not that she needed it. Dad died in a car
    accident his insurance was a lot of money and it paid off our house we
    lived.
    	We lived in a big house way out in the country miles from the
    next house. Mom liked to go to town all the time a visit with friends
    but there was nothing to play with at the friends. My brothers and I
    did not like to go to town with her. Last week just before school let
    out for the summer mom let me baby-sit my brothers at home.
    	That day Timmy wet his pants once before lunch just before his
    nap. I told him since he wants to be a baby and not use the bathroom he
    still needs diapers. I put a diaper on him and put him in his crib for
    his nap. He was crying so hard I fixed a bottle and put it in his mouth
    and told him to quit crying he started sucking soon he was asleep.
    Billy and I went to play out side. While we played outside Timmy slept
    in his crib. He did not wet his bed as a baby I thought since I
    diapered him he would wet it.
    	When Timmy's nap was over I went to our room to change his wet
    diaper, I found his diapers dry so I asked him he want to be a big boy
    or a baby. He said big boy so I gave him Pull-ups and said to prove it
    by keeping these clean and dry. Timmy pulled on his Pull-ups and ran
    outside to play. I had to pee so I went to the bathroom and peed in the
    toilet. Just before I left I had an idea. I could wear a pair of
    Timmy's Pull-ups and not have to come in to potty every hour because of
    my small bladder. I quickly pulled on a Pull-up and pulled my summer
    shorts over them and looked in the mirror to see if you could tell I
    was wearing them. No one could tell that I had them on so I went to
    play.
    	I was having fun playing with my brothers and just like I thought
    I needed to pee within forty minutes of putting on the Pull-up. Instead
    of running to the potty as I always had to I wet the Pull-up and
    continued to play as nothing happened.
    	I played another forty-minutes and peed the Pull-up again. I knew
    that I could not pee a third time. Mom would be home in another half
    hour so I ran to the bathroom and changed my Pull-up for regular
    underpants.
    	As I was returning to play mom came home she saw Timmy wearing
    just Pull-ups. She asked what happened to his under wear. I told her he
    wet his pants so I diapered him before his nap. After his nap I told
    him to prove that he was a big boy and not a baby by keeping his pants
    clean and dry. Is that OK? She said yes to be a big boy you must learn
    to keep your pants clean and dry.
    	Mom picked Timmy up and checked his pants and found his Pull-up
    clean and dry. He has been clean and dry for three hours at no time did
    he go to the potty. I thought boy he could hold his pee for a long and
    so could Billy. Mom said since Donny thinks to be a big boy you have to
    keep your pants clean and dry all the time we have new rules. These
    rules are for everyone, even Donny.

    1. If you wet your pants you have to wear diapers for the rest of the
    day.
    2. If you are in diapers you have to use all the baby things we have.
    3. To get out of diapers you have to prove it by using the potty three
    times no accidents.
    4. After three times using the potty you will use Pull-ups for three
    days before you get your underpants back.
    5. If you are wearing diapers you are just a baby and can only do what
    babies do, not big boy things.
    6. If you poop at any time you must wear diapers for three weeks and be
    a baby until you are potty trained.

    	I knew I was in trouble because I was the only one still wetting
    my bed every night. I have not had a dry night in years but my brothers
    only wet their beds once in a while I thought. I did not know they have
    been dry for the last year.
    	Dad built furniture when he was alive and built large baby
    furniture for our punishment if we ever need it. We never needed it so
    we never saw the large things that mom kept in the attic. We never even
    knew they were around.
    	Mom fixed dinner and we ate about 6:30PM we ate fried chicken,
    mashed potatoes and gravy with corn. I ate two helpings of everything.
    It was so good then we had strawberry short cake for dessert.
    	We went to play but before I went I used the potty I did not want
    to have an accident and get diapered in front of my baby brothers. We
    played until 8:00Pm when mom called us in and told me to help get my
    brothers ready for bed. I helped Timmy get his Pull-ups he cried that
    he did not need the baby pants so mom told me to just put his pajamas
    on over his underwear. Mom tucked Billy and Timmy in their beds. Mom
    and I left and turned out the light.
    	Mom asked what movie I wanted to see. I said, "The Matrix". We
    sat down a watched the movie and I had a 20 oz Coke and popcorn while I
    watched. The movie was over so mom told me to get ready for bed, and
    not to wake my brothers.
    	I walked into my room and just as I removed all my clothes except
    my underwear ready to put on my pajamas. Mom walked in she handed me a
    Pull-up and told me to put on the Pull-up that I tried to put on Timmy.
    I told her it probably would not fit. I was too big for baby pants. She
    told me to try anyway. I pulled the Pull-up on and it fit just as I
    knew it would when I wore one earlier in the day. Mom said to finish
    getting ready and she would be back.
    	I had finished with my pajamas and mom walked back in the room.
    Mom picked me up and carried me to my bed and tucked me in as I was a
    three-year-old. I felt I wanted to cry with embarrassment I did not
    want her tucking me in I was not a baby. I did not see her turn off my
    alarm as she left my room.
    	The next morning mom walked in my room with my brothers she said
    time for me to check everyone's pants. She told me to stand next to my
    brothers. I stood next to Timmy hoping he had wet his pants I thought
    he wet every night. Mom checked Billy first found he was dry and told
    him to go get dressed. She waited until Billy returned dressed for the
    day. Next came Timmy she said big boy is dry he can get dressed. A few
    minutes later Timmy came running back in and stood next to me.
    	It was my turn. I wanted to just disappear but mom had me by my
    hand sticking her finger into my Pull-up. I started to cry like a baby,
    then she said this baby is wet. She picked me up and carried me into
    the room next to hers. Last time I was in there it was the guest room
    with a single bed. Now it is a nursery with the big baby furniture from
    the attic.
    	Mom put me on the changing table and removed my wet pajamas and
    wet Pull-up she wiped me off with baby wipes. Within minutes I had a
    size 5 Huggie tapped on me with a diaper T-shirt that snapped at the
    crotch. Then she pulled on my normal summer shorts but you could tell I
    was wearing a diaper because of the small bulge.
    	Mom carried me to the kitchen and sat me in the large highchair
    she brought from the attic. I could do nothing but eat what she fed me.
    At first it tasted bad and I tried to hold it in my mouth to spit it
    out but mom had another spoonful in my mouth. I began to swallow and
    soon was eating what she spooned into my mouth. My face and bib looked
    liked I was an eighteen month baby not a twelve-year-old.
    	As mom cleaned my face up she told Bill and Timmy to get ready to
    go to the store. Mom carried me to the car and had me strapped into
    Timmy's car seat the one I could never release the straps. She watched
    as Timmy and Billy fastened their straps. I started to cry, kick,
    scream and yell I was not a baby, I was the oldest. I kept kicking and
    screaming, "I do not need a diaper like a baby!" Mom was finally fed up
    with my crying so she grabbed me out of the car seat pulled my pants
    and diapers off and started to bare-bottom spank me.
    	After three spanks I was in pain and after ten I wanted her to
    stop, I would do what she told me if she stopped. I was uncontrollably
    crying when she put on my diaper and pants. She put a pacifier in my
    mouth and told me I better start to suck it before I get spanked. I
    started to suck and after ten minutes I was quietly sucking my pacifier
    while my brothers talked about what they were going to do when they get
    back home.
    	Halfway to the store I needed to poop and took out the pacifier
    and told mom. She just told me to get the pacifier back in my mouth
    that she did not want to hear from me. I was so upset I could only
    think of not pooping my diaper now. Just as we parked the car poop went
    into my diaper I felt even more like a baby when mom changed my diaper
    in the passenger seat as my brothers watched. I had wet too and did not
    even know I was wet or when I wet my diaper.
    	After my diaper change mom had me in the stroller so fast at
    least I did not have to walk around the store wearing diapers. Billy
    and Timmy pushed me while mom pushed the cart I soon forgot I was
    sucking my pacifier I was sucking and fell asleep. I did not see what
    mom was buying we spent a lot of time in the baby aisle. My brothers
    were still talking about what they were going to do when they got home.
    	By the time we were ready to leave I needed another diaper change
    because I wet in my sleep again soaking my diaper sleeping in a
    stroller. I was more of a baby than Timmy now. The car was loaded with
    the thing's mom had bought in the store she picked me up still sleeping
    sucking my pacifier. She changed my wet diaper and put me in my car
    seat.
    	We stopped at McDonald's to eat lunch mom woke me up and carried
    me in wearing only a diaper and T-shirt. I tried to hide but she put me
    in a highchair and had Billy and Timmy watch me while she got our
    meals. I waited and tried to hide as much as I could sitting in a
    highchair. Then I saw three of the boys from school walk past me
    sucking my pacifier. They look right at me but failed to recognize me.
    	I waited for mom to return to find that I had to eat baby food
    not a Happy Meal like my brothers. Mom told me I was wearing baby
    clothes so I must be a baby and babies eat baby food. Mom fed me to
    fast to swallow the bad tasting food and a lot of it ended up on my
    chin and bib. Mom used the spoon and scraped it off my chin and bib and
    put it back in my mouth again until all I had eaten all the food. After
    three jars of the bad food I was one messy looking little boy. I had to
    drink a baby bottle of formula before we could leave.
    	Mom carried me to the car with a messy face and bib I looked just
    like a baby. I saw more of my friends and they looked right at me they
    did not know me as they looked at me. I was just another baby to them
    sucking a pacifier. I thought as long as I sucked a pacifier my friends
    would not know it was me.
    	We were almost home when I needed to pee again so I peed my
    diaper even before I thought about it. I was peeing more diapers that a
    real baby. Mom did not even say a thing as she picked me up out of the
    car seat checking my diaper without me even knowing what she was doing.
    She just told my brothers to lead me to my room and she will show them
    how to change the baby's diaper. Billy said he already knows how to
    change diapers because he has changed Timmy's before. Donny showed him
    how to do it so he would not have to be have to do it.
    	She said. Then you can show Timmy how to change Donny's diaper so
    you will not have to be the only one to do it. I looked at mom sucking
    my pacifier and started to cry. She told me if I give my brothers any
    trouble I would be in real trouble.
    	Timmy grabbed my hand smiling and led me to my nursery where
    Billy was laying out a changing mat. Timmy told me to lie down on the
    mat. I must have moved to slowly because Timmy smacked my diaper with a
    paddle from the hanger on the wall. The smack stung and cause tears to
    come to my eyes. He told me to get on the mat again. I moved quickly
    this time. Billy told Timmy to remove the wet diaper. Timmy untapped my
    diaper pulled it off and put it in the Diaper Genie. Billy told Timmy
    to wipe my diaper spot off with the baby wipes.
    	Timmy gave me a good wiping with a baby wipe he put baby powder
    on me. Then Billy pushed my legs back over my head and told Timmy to
    put a new diaper under my bottom. Billy let my legs down and Timmy
    fastened the taps. I just had my diaper changed by my baby brothers. I
    felt so ashamed but I could not do anything to stop it.
    	Since none of my brothers' clothes would fit me and mom had their
    underpants locked up so she could tell if someone had an accident. Mom
    kept putting me in the playpen, crib or highchair all of witch I could
    not get out of. That way they could control me.
    	It was three weeks in to the summer when mom took me to the
    doctors to see why I could not hold my pee like a big boy. He did all
    kinds of tests he took a sample of my pee with me wearing an external
    catheter and a blood sample. He thought he would have to wait a while
    for the pee sample but before the nurse had the needle for the blood
    sample pee went in to the little bag, only about five ounces. The
    doctor asked me if that is all the pee I had. I said what does he mean.
    He asked if I felt the pee go out of me I said no.
    	One morning three weeks after mom started to treat me as baby.
    Using nothing but baby things, eating nothing but baby food, wetting
    and messing my diaper just like a one-year-old baby mom asked me if I
    was ready to be a big boy again. I said. YES! Mom told me the potty
    training rules. She told me the doctor said there is nothing wrong with
    me than I should me potty trained.

    1. I must hold my pee or poop until someone can take me to the potty
    and remove my diaper and let then sit me on the toddler training potty
    that was in the play room.
    2. If I can not hold my pee or poop and wet or mess my diaper, I have
    to stay in diapers and be a baby.
    3. If I am wearing diapers I stay a baby a use just baby things no big
    boy things.
    4. If I can use the potty three days in a row without wetting or
    messing my diapers I get big boy pants my Pull-ups.
    5. If I potty in my Pull-up I go back to diapers for six weeks without
    potty training just diaper using.
    6. To get out of my crib I must have a dry diaper every morning for one
    year. Then dry Pull-up every morning for six months.
    7. If I still wet my diaper at night I must wear thick cloth training
    pants during the day on plastic pants. Only if I am potty trained
    during the day if I am not potty trained I must wear diapers.

    	Mom changed my wet and messy night diaper telling me to try to be
    a big boy now. Since last week I have been pooping my diaper in my
    sleep, I cannot help it, it just happens. Mom carried to the kitchen
    and sat me in my highchair and put the tray in front of me. It was just
    another baby day for me. I was fed oatmeal by Timmy as usual I was a
    messy eater at both ends.
    	Timmy was good at changing my wet and messy diaper. He has had a
    lot of practice in the last few weeks changing me. I was wetting about
    ten or eleven times a day and I mess my diaper at every meal. Billy
    changes me only if Timmy is with his friends in town or in the bathroom
    and mom makes him.
    	If I go out in the yard the only thing I can wear is what my
    brothers dress me in mostly diapers, plastic pants with a T-shirt. Just
    so they can see when I wet my diaper. It makes it easier for them to
    change me because all they have to do is remove a wet Huggie. They
    would change me outside in the yard on a changing mat.
    	It was late July when I started to poop other than at my meal
    time. Poop would just come out in my diaper without me even trying to
    let it out. I had absolutely no control of it. I really did not care
    now that I can rely on my brothers to change me. They were good at
    preventing me getting diaper rash.
    	I was so use to being a baby that I would automatically do what a
    good baby does by not climbing out of my playpen or crib. I did not
    talk much or walk I just satin my highchair, crib, or playpen. I
    crawled every place I figured if no one could see my face no one would
    know me. Since my diaper was so thick between my legs I did not have a
    hard time crawling it was so natural.
    	By late August there was no difference in me socially than an
    eighteen month old. Mom was worried about what she was going to do with
    me in the fall when school started. She taught the third grade and
    would have to back to work in less than a week.
    	She call the daycare that she used for Timmy and told them about
    me. They said they have a spot in the nursery for me only the nursery
    is for ages twelve to eighteen month olds. Mom said that I was about
    that stage they said if I cause any trouble that she would have to find
    another place for me.

    To be continued...