    The Very Beginning

    Summary: A boy wets himself at school and his mother puts him back into
    diapers and treats him as a baby. He is kept in diapers for a few months
    and then he is re-toilet trained. Babysitters, and some more extremely
    embarrassing things happen to him during this time as a baby.

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    =                          The Very Beginning                          =
    =                        Written by Tom of TBDL                        =
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    = WARNING: This story contains descriptions of infantilism and vulgar  =
    = descriptions of diaper changes and other things which may offend     =
    = people. Please do not read if you are easily offended. This story is =
    = entirely fictional, any relation to real life is unintended. None of =
    = the situations mentioned in this story should ever happen in real    =
    = life.                                                                =
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    = ABSTRACT: A boy wets himself at school and his mother puts him       =
    = back into diapers and treats him as a baby. He is kept in diapers    =
    = for a few months and then he is re-toilet trained. Babysitters, and  =
    = some more extremely embarrassing things happen to him during this    =
    = time as a baby.                                                      =
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    -          Part One          -
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    "Please don't mum, it won't happen again!" I whined again. "It's for your
    own good! You'll thank me when you are older!". I bet I won't. It only
    happened once, why does she have to take this so damn seriously? Ok, so I
    wet myself at school - three times in one week. But this is the only time
    it's happened. She just has to overreact and put my back in diapers!

    "Get to your room!" mum shouted up to me as I was already half way up the
    stairs. "Piss of mum! I'm already there!" - I knew it wouldn't help me
    later but it sure as hell helped my right now! Mum came up about 10
    minutes later carrying the box of Huggies Superflex diapers. "No! I don't
    want them!", "Well you're gonna have to get used to it! Cos' you're gonna
    be wearing them for a while!". Then she grabbed me by the shoulders and
    forced me down onto the bed. "Stop struggling or after this you'll get a
    spanking.", so I stopped struggling cos her spankings really hurt. She
    pulled down my school trousers, then cut off my boxers.

    She took a moment to wipe me down after my last wetting, and powdered me
    up with Johnson's Baby Powder. Then she tugged up the diaper as high as
    possible to make it stay in place to prevent leakages. "Good boy. Because
    you wet you're having an early night so go to sleep. The diaper felt very
    strange round my balls. It made the hairs all stand on end, it felt almost
    nice! The stress of the day was overwhelming me now, so I fell practically
    straight to sleep.

    I woke up in the middle of the night, dying to go to the toilet. I got out
    of bed and went to the door. I pushed on the handle and nothing happened,
    I realised that my mum must have locked the door from the outside and I
    screamed out. I didn't hear anything, my mum always was a heavy sleeper -
    you need a bomb to wake her up! I started squatting because of the
    pressure on my bladder, I knew that if I didn't get to the toilet in a
    minute then I was going to explode. Then it happened, I flooded the diaper
    completely. It felt disgusting. It was only 5am, I had at least 5 hours in
    this diaper yet.

    I managed to get to sleep again until I woke up 2 hours later. Needing the
    toilet again - but for a different reason. That feeling in my bowels was
    so intense, with every step I took I could feel it sloshing around. It
    must have been runny because of the food I ate the night before. With a
    loud fart, it splashed out into my diaper, making it sag a mile to the
    floor. Eww, it stank! Three hours in a dirty diaper, I knew I wouldn't be
    able to get to sleep for love nor money now, so I sat on my bed waiting
    for the time to pass.

    It was 11 O' Clock when my mum came back upstairs. She came upstairs
    holding a small bag, with a changing mat in it. She must have been into
    the attic this morning to fetch it down. She struggled for a minute to
    lift me up, but she managed it - and slid her middle finger into the side
    of my diaper. "Ooh. Baby has wet himself for his mommy!" she pushed her
    finger backwards a little and said "Wow. you've even pooped yourself, I
    didn't expect you to do that until at least a few days in. The sooner the
    better I suppose." then she put me down on the floor and with my
    struggling strapped me to the changing mat.

    She peeled down my diaper, and faced an abominable mountain of poop and
    wee. "Wow, baby has gone really bad!" she said. She lifted up my legs in
    her left hand and wiped the cheeks of my bum first, wiping off every shred
    of poop. Then she slid a tissue slightly into my bum, and wiped around to
    clean away the remains. Then she pulled my legs apart, strapping them with
    velcro, one to my wardrobe and one to my bed. She wiped my genitals making
    "it" go hard. Then she quickly spanked me on the bum, "Bad Baby! That is
    very rude in front of your mother." Then she rubbed in some baby lotion to
    my skin "We don't want you to get diaper rash now do we?", and powdered me
    on top of that. In an attempt to make me feel even more stupid she
    strapped on 12 disposable diapers, making it impossible for me to place
    pants on top of them.

    She unstrapped my restraints and placed me back on my bed. She got some of
    my baggier trousers from my wardrobe and dragged them up my legs, "We're
    going into town to get you some more 'suitable' items for kids your own
    age.". So we went to the car and set off for town. The first shop that we
    went into was one that we hadn't been in for years. We went into
    Mothercare. She bought 500 disposable diapers, a lot of wipes, some baby
    powder, a diaper genie, lotion and a packet of pacifiers.

    The next shop that we went into was a shop specifically catering for
    babies. She bought some baby bottles, pacifiers and some other baby
    equipment. We went into a carpenters after this, she asked to speak with
    the manager. She told the manager about my punishment and asked him for
    some equipment. The carpenter laughed for a while, and after realising
    that she was being serious agreed to make them. The manager said that he
    could have them delivered by the next day. My mother then asked him if she
    could change my diaper while she was there because it looked as if it was
    about to leak. He of course being the gentleman he was (and the fact that
    he was going to be earning a lot of money from this customer) said yes.

    My mum quickly changed my diaper. And put me in a pushchair that she had
    bought from the shop that we were in before. I didn't think she'd actually
    take me out in it. I was so embarrassed. All the people around the town
    were looking at me in this pushchair. My face flushed a bright red! I
    quickly spouted out "I'm sorry mum! I didn't mean it! Can you please let
    me out!". "Stop causing a scene!". When we got to our care she bundled me
    into the backseat and we quickly drove off home.

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    -          Part Two          -
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    The next day I woke up, and I could hear banging in the spare room next to
    mine. I got out of bed and went to look what was happening, I saw the
    carpenter that we had met the day before putting up some furniture that
    astonished me. One of the men was at work assembling a gigantic cot, with
    roof bars and padlockable sides. Another man was putting up an oversized
    changing table, and another man was putting up a gigantic playpen with 7
    foot high bars.

    My mum came in and congratulated the men on their work "Thanks guys.
    You've been a great help." and paid them their money. "Right young man. I
    think it's time you got used to your new room. Then I realised that all of
    this equipment was going to be for me. "No! You can't seriously mean that
    this is my room? It's got all baby stuff in it!". "Well, you are a baby
    now. I've got you a place at a daycare centre, and this lovely nursery for
    you to play in. Don't worry about a thing." she said, "Come on now, it's
    time for your bath!"

    It's been so many years since my mum bathed me and only yesterday that she
    saw me naked. I didn't think that I was ready for it. "Come on Tom! Your
    bath's ready! I went up the stairs to the bathroom, where I saw my mum
    smiling at me. She told me to take off my clothes and get into the bath.
    First she washed my hair, paying extra attention to the back, which she
    had been telling me for years needed to be cleaned more carefully. She
    scrubbed so hard it actually hurt.

    Next she washed my private area. She moved on quickly to the rest of my
    body, and lifted me out of the bath, and towelled me off. She took me into
    my new nursery and laid me down onto the changing table. She tied my
    wrists to the table then slid a diaper under me, and taped it up. Then she
    opened up a cupboard underneath the changing table and got out a packet of
    pacifiers and a full bottle of milk. She moved the nipple of the bottle up
    and down over my mouth, and when it opened slid it in. She held it in
    place forcing me to suck on it. It tasted a little sour but still
    drinkable. She made me drink the whole bottle before she put the pacifier
    into my mouth and took the restraints off of my wrists.

    "Now now, it's time for your nap." "But I'm not tired!", "All babies need
    a nap in the afternoon!". And with that she took my wrist and led me over
    to my cot. She made me get into it, then she slid up the sides. She then
    brought down the top of the cot and padlocked it shut with a combination
    lock, which only she had the combination to. I felt scared as she turned
    off the lights, it felt horrible being trapped inside this "cage" with no
    way out at all except for my mum. I lay there in that cot for what felt
    like hours before my mum came in again and unlocked the cot. She asked me
    if I had wet myself, I told her I wasn't. Then she stuck a finger inside
    my diaper to check for herself, then she grabbed me by the shoulders and
    forced me over her knee.

    "If you're going to lie to me, then you're going to be spanked like a
    little boy!" and with that she pulled down my - as I could now see -
    soaked diaper and spanked me 12 times, 6 times on each cheek. "But I
    didn't know I ha. OUCH!", "Oh. Well, that's probably for the best. You're
    going to be wetting yourself quite a lot and you don't really want to know
    each time it happens."

    She then took me back over the changing table and dried me off. She put
    some more powder onto my genitals and slid a new diaper under my bum and
    taped it up as tightly as possible. She then went over to the new wardrobe
    that had been assembled earlier and retrieved an oversized onesie with
    blue teddybear patterns covering it. She slid it over my head and placed
    another new item over my head. It was one of those restraints that parents
    have to make sure that their kids don't get lost when they are walking
    round crowded places. "Now this is so I can keep hold of you," she said
    "you're too heavy for me to be able to carry you around the house. So this
    is the next best thing!" and she told me to start walking down the stairs.

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    We went into the kitchen and my mum started preparing dinner, she left me
    to watch TV. At least she was still letting me watch the TV still, I
    watched my favourite show - Deal or no Deal. Brilliant program! After
    about ten minutes my mum had finished preparing dinner, she had made pasta
    - one of my favourite foods. She grabbed my rein before I could run away
    at the sight of what I saw. It was a highchair, and a bib sitting on the
    table. "Come on Tom! Get in the highchair!" she said. "No! I'm not a baby.
    I'm just not!" I shouted at her. As I tried to run away she pulled
    backwards slightly on the rein and I fell backwards, landing quite softly
    on our well-padded carpet.

    She ordered me to get up, when I got back over to her she made me get into
    the highchair and then she tied the bib around my neck. She placed in
    front of me a bowl about an eighth of the size I would normally have with
    a plastic spoon. "Where's your food mum?" I asked her. "I'll eat mine
    after I've fed you.", "Fed me? I can feed myself!", "You're a baby -
    remember? Now come on, open up for the choo-choo train!" she said smiling
    sweetly at me. I opened my mouth because I was hungry and before even a
    second had gone by she had put the food into my mouth. It had a slight
    aftertaste that I couldn't quite put my finger on - but other than that it
    tasted fine, so I opened up my mouth again as she kept speaking to me in
    baby talk, she sounded like a total idiot but I suppose I looked like more
    of an idiot than she did.

    After she had finished she wiped off my dirty mouth with a corner of the
    bib, and then got another bottle out of the cupboard. The bottle was
    slightly warm, it tasted not as sour as it was earlier; quite nice
    actually. I drank the whole bottle at quite a speed, and then my mum let
    me out of the highchair. She put my over her shoulder and she burped me.
    "Come on now Tom, time for bed.", I was feeling kind of sleepy so I let my
    mum carry me up the stairs as she placed me in my cot and closed it up.

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    I woke up the next morning very groggy. My mum came in almost straight
    away after I woke up. I suppose I must have made a noise. "Mugh. Mugh." I
    said struggling to say Mum. Why couldn't I speak? What had this crazy
    woman done to me? "Yes baby, you won't be able to speak properly for a
    while. The doctor prescribed you a drug used in operating theatres to
    prevent proper movement of the jaw. You can still speak, but you have the
    vocabulary of a child 6 months old.", "Buh bah goo ta". "I guess that
    means you've done a poo poo, by the smell in here that's what it must be!"

    She unlocked the cot and took the strap of my harness and led me over to
    the changing table. She laid me on the table and undid the bum flap of my
    onesie to reveal my sagging diaper. She released the tapes off the diaper
    and pulled it away from my poo-covered bum. She got a wet wipe from a box
    on a table next to the changing table and started wiping my bum. Once it
    was all off she noticed that it was red and inflamed. "Ouch. that's bad
    diaper rash! Well, I'll put some lotion on it for my baby to cool that
    down!" and she got out a bottle of lotion out and lavishly spread it over
    my bum and private area. Then she added a healthy amount of baby powder
    and put another diaper on me and put me back in my onesie.

    "I guess you're wondering if you've got to go to school like this. The
    answer is no, I've gotten you a place at a daycare centre for toddlers.".
    If I could have shouted out then there would have been quite a lot of
    expletives coming out of my mouth. But as it was all I could say was "Buh
    a don wanha!". "Don't worry, you'll enjoy it. You'll be with kids your
    "own" age."

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    As we got into the car my mum strapped me into another of her purchases
    for her "new baby" - an oversized car seat. I felt such an idiot driving
    through my neighbourhood; all my friends seeing me in just a diaper and a
    onesie with a pacifier in my mouth. It was so embarrassing.

    After all of this it took a massive 20 minutes of this pain to get to my
    new daycare centre. To my horror it was the same daycare centre I used to
    go to as a baby and as a toddler. All the staff knew me there, I just knew
    it was going to be so embarrassing for them to change me. I dreaded the
    thought of it so badly.

    My mum stopped the car outside the daycare centre and took my pram out of
    the boot. She put it up and then she unlocked the back door and my car
    seat, then she got me out of the car and strapped me into the pram. She
    pushed me into the porch of the daycare centre and rang the doorbell.

    "Who is it?" asked a voice from inside the centre. "It's Laura, I've got
    Tom with me!". "Ahh, Tom. We've been looking forward to this!". The door
    unlocked from the inside and my mum pushed open the door. The walls were
    covered with paintings of the tellytubbies and the tweenies. It stank of
    little kids in there - it was just lingering.

    Still in my pushchair, one of the daycare workers pushed me into the
    managers office and left me there to wait for my careworker. After about
    two minutes the careworker came in with my mother and started explaining
    what was going to happen to me while I was at the daycare centre.

    "While you are here you are going to be with the toddlers who are about 4
    to 5 years old. You should be getting your voice back over the next few
    minutes, so for now just hear me out. You will wear your diapers all the
    time while you are here. And you will be treated exactly like any other
    child. You will be placed with toddlers who are without diapers at first
    to cause the most embarrassment as your mother requested," the careworker
    said "do you have any questions?"

    "No." I replied, feeling relieved that the drugs my mother had given me
    had worn off. "Right then, let's go and introduce you to your new friends
    in the toddler section." She took my harness from my mum and put it over
    my head, the careworker took the strap of the harness and led me into a
    room filled with at least 20 toddlers.

    "Now kids, say hi to your new friend Tom.", "Hi Tom!". Tom is going to be
    with us for a year now, he is different to you though. Tom still uses
    diapers! Now, everybody knows what a diaper is don't you. "A diaper is
    something a little baby has to catch is wee and poo. Now, seeing as Tom
    needs his diaper changing, why don't you all gather round and watch how
    it's done."

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    With all the little kids gathered around the careworker picked me up
    (crikey she was strong) and placed me on a very low table so that the
    toddlers could watch this "learning experience" as she called it. She
    unbuttoned my onesie and took it off me. Then she removed my diaper. She
    showed the toddlers that it was absorbent and made sure that none of the
    wee stayed on your skin to cause itches.

    She then turned the kids attention to my penis and my balls. She told the
    kids that the penis is a little tube that carries wee from a little bag
    called the bladder out into the diaper or potty. She then wiped me down,
    explaining to the kids that she needed to do this to prevent infection and
    then she powdered me, saying that this would help keep the skin dry. She
    slid another Pampers Feel N Learn diaper underneath my bum and taped it
    up, and slid me back into my onesie.

    By this time it was lunch. A few other careworkers came in with some trays
    of food for the toddlers. For me the brought in a highchair, some baby
    food, a full bottle and a bib. The same careworker that had just changed
    me picked me up again and locked me into the highchair. She pinned the bib
    around my neck and started feeding me. "Here comes the airplane, whoosh".
    I turned my head to try and stop her from putting that mush into my mouth,
    but she just turned my head around again and forced it in.

    It tasted absolutely terrible and the texture was horrible. She spooned in
    a few more mouthfuls and then poked in the teat of a bottle full of
    formula into my mouth. She forced me to drink the whole bottle and then
    wiped my mouth off and took me out of the highchair. She put me into a
    room on my own in a cot for a nap while the other toddlers played outside.

    When I woke up it was at least five o clock and my diaper felt as if it
    was going to drop off. I must have pooed quite a lot in the time I was
    asleep because it felt terrible. I shouted for somebody and after a while
    another careworker came in. She picked me up and took me over to a
    changing mat and laid me on it. She quickly changed my diaper and then
    took me over her shoulder and placed me into my pram. Apparently my mother
    had gotten here early to take me out for a special treat.

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    "Hi, baby. How was your first day at your daycare?" my mother asked me
    sweetly - disgusting. "Fine, embarrassing but fine." I replied. "Well, it
    wouldn't be much of a punishment if it wasn't embarrassing now would it?"
    she went on, "Anyway, I've got a treat for you today. We're going to go
    swimming!" "Swimming? I can't go swimming like this. I can't even swim!"
    "Well you're in luck, you're going to be with the toddler group, and if
    you're good we'll let you in the big boy pool for a while. now come on or
    we'll be late!" And she pushed me out of the door and started walking the
    10-minute walk to the swimming pool.

    When we got to the swimming pool, the doors towered over me. I normally
    felt quite big going through these doors in comparison to the little kids,
    but today it felt like the weight of the world was on my shoulders
    instead. The whole room looked bigger, at the desk my mother asked for one
    toddler ticket and one adult ticket. She then took me into the ladies
    changing room. "Mum! I'm a boy not a girl!", "No. You're a baby, and
    babies need help changing."

    My mum took me into the changing room and pulled over one of those
    disgusting red changing tables that they have at swimming pools. They are
    basically formed red plastic, that are cold as anything. My mum let me out
    of my pram and stood me on the bench next to here as she removed my
    onesie. Then she told me to lay down on the changing table. I did as I was
    told so as not to cause any further embarrassment for myself than I was
    already going to get. She took off my - for once dry - diaper and replaced
    it with a swim diaper she took out of her bag. It had pictures of Nemo
    from Finding Nemo on it, and if I am going to tell the truth it actually
    looked quite cute on me.

    She took me by the hand and put me in a little playpen that toddlers get
    put in while their parents change. I watched my mother get changed, and
    then she put a little restraint on my wrist and led me out to the swimming
    pool. I saw some teenagers my own age staring at my little swimmer diaper
    and laughing. I felt like I was going to die. My mum took me over to the
    baby pool, and led me in. She put some armbands on me and led me around
    the pool floating. I won't keep around this bit because it gets quite
    boring and this is about as much as happens. The really embarrassing bit
    happened when I got back to the changing rooms with my mum.

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    My mum led me around the swimming pool, and back into the ladies changing
    room. She placed me on the changing table and noticed that the wetness
    indicator on the diaper had changed colour. "Wow, baby must really have
    been having fun today, you look as if you've wet yourself badly." I
    couldn't believe what I was hearing. I really didn't think that I had wet
    myself - perhaps I really was a baby.

    My mum took off my swim diaper and wiped me down. She took me off the
    changing table and dried me off, paying lots of attention to my genitals
    which were very wet. At that point the girl from my school who I fancy so
    badly came through the door. I tried to cover myself but she had already
    seen so much. She burst out laughing, and came over. She asked me why I
    was like this. My mum told her that I was being punished for wetting
    myself. She laughed, and asked if she could babysit me one day; my mum
    said yes.

    With that, my mum laid me on the changing table naked, my penis hard from
    seeing my crush - while she got changed. With Lucy (my crush's name)
    staring at my penis I blushed. Then my mum taped up my diaper and put my
    in my onesie. "Aww, you look so cute Tom!" my Lucy said. I just turned
    away and asked my mum if we could go. My mum agreed and she put me into my
    pram and we left the pool.

    We turned the corner after we left and she started pushing me back to the
    car, which was parked quite close to the daycare centre. With all the
    people around I felt quite superior in a way. I could go to the toilet
    whenever I want to, whereas all these other people have to hold it in
    until they find a toilet. In fact, just to prove me point I did a poo at
    that very time. It felt squishy and strange, but I still felt good about
    it. It made me feel so much better about myself.

    That night went just as usual, and so did the next few weeks. I'll save
    you the boredom of these parts and skip straight ahead to a month into my
    punishment. When I really did a get a surprise!

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    It was a few weeks into my punishment. I was starting to get used to this
    baby lifestyle at last. I had already become completely incontinent in
    both my bowels and my bladder. I had lost a lot of weight due to the
    drastic decrease in the amount of food I had been eating, and in truth I
    had become a lot closer to my mum in the past few weeks. She had even
    started considering breastfeeding me again. This was about the only thing
    I was really dreading the thought of.

    It was about 10am on that dreadful day. My mum woke me up as usual and
    changed me into a nice clean diaper. I was now fitting into a smaller
    sized diaper, so my mum had started me on Pampers Baby Dry diapers, which
    were snugger and held more. Before she even undid my restraints again she
    remembered that I needed a bath that day, so she took the diaper back off
    and put it back on the clean pile, and whisked me off for a bath.

    Because I had lost so much weight, my mum was now able to pick me up - she
    struggled slightly still, but it was easily possible. She carried me to
    the bathroom and washed me. My bum was still a bit unclean from my poo
    last night so she paid extra attention to that area and to my genitals
    which the poo had unfortunately reached as well.

    After she had dried me off she inserted a small suppository into my rectum
    to help me poo that day as I had been a bit constipated in the past few
    days. Then she carried me back to my nursery and put me into a new diaper
    and a clean onesie. She led me down the stairs (as she still had not
    mastered the art of carrying me down) and put me in my highchair for
    breakfast - today it was mushed carrots. I had grown to tolerate being fed
    by my mum, after the most recent spate of spankings anyway - it tends to
    be more embarrassing being spanked than it is being diapered in front of
    people.

    After she had fed me she told me she would be going out for a day out with
    her friends. And she had arranged a babysitter. I had had babysitters
    before so I still minded but I had sort of gotten used to it. Then my mum
    told me who my babysitter was going to be, and I was literally crying. My
    mum put a soother in my mouth and then continued speaking. "Lucy won't be
    so bad. Think about it! You'll be cared for by your crush! She'll change
    your diaper, bathe you, feed you and play with you! What more could you
    want?" I had a good mind to tell her what more I could want, but I didn't;
    this wasn't the right time for that.

    My mum put my in my playpen in the lounge until Lucy came about an hour
    later. At that point she came in and kissed me and then left. "Right, Tom!
    I think we're going to have some fun today. Before you start being all
    embarrassed I already know you fancy me - everyone does. It's obvious from
    that time in the swimming pool. Now come on, come here and let me pick you
    up." I crawled over to her and she picked me up and sat down on the sofa
    with me on her lap. She looked down at me and asked me if I needed my
    diaper changing. I said no. She stuck her finger into the front of my
    diaper to check if I really was wet, but she found that I wasn't.

    I felt so much pleasure at that one little finger touching my bare skin.
    It was brilliant - I really didn't think I'd ever get here to touch me in
    my entire life. She said that she wanted to play with me for a while, so
    she put me into my pram in just my diapers and we left! "Please let me
    wear my onesie at least Lucy! I look so stupid!" "Aww, don't be so modest.
    You'll be fine, it's a warm day, and I want everyone to see you - you look
    so cute in just your diapee!

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    When we got to the park it was far more crowded than even I had expected
    it to be. Everyone was looking at me in just a diaper. I was so
    embarrassed I could die. Lucy however was just waving at everyone as if
    nothing had changed! Lucy told me that if I embarrassed me in front of her
    friends then she would really embarrass me in front of them. I wasn't that
    scared of her, she's only a girl. So I decided that I would do it just to
    annoy her.

    When we got over to her friends (including some of mine), she introduced
    them to "Baby Tommy" they all started tickling me and I felt myself start
    to wee in my diaper. It got quite full quite quickly and I was glad when
    they stopped because it was going to be a river in there soon. When she
    started talking I started swearing at her and calling her names, just to
    annoy her - and it worked.

    "I warned you not to embarrass me!" She picked me up and dragged down my
    diaper revealing my red bottom. She lay me over her knee and started
    spanking me like you would a five year old. Then she asked her friends if
    they wanted a try, and of course they all did. By the time they had
    finished taking turns spanking me I had some very bad bruises on my bum
    and I was crying like a baby.

    Aww, I think baby needs a diaper change. When she turned me over, and laid
    me on a changing mat from the diaper bag that she had brought with her in
    the pram, my penis automatically went up because of all the people around
    - they all laughed at the size. My old best friend said "Ha! Look at the
    baby's tiny penis! It's miniscule." and she dried me off and powdered me
    up with a nice new diaper.

    I begged her to let us leave now. But she said no. She said that it was
    time for my feeding. And she got a bottle out and made me drink the whole
    thing, by this time I was sobbing so badly that even she started to feel
    sorry for me and told her friends that she would see them another day. She
    put me back in my pram and started walking me home.

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    When we got in she apologized for her behaviour. And tried to calm me down
    by kissing me. It sure as hell worked. It was heaven. It was even better
    than I had ever expected it to be. "Lucy, will you give me a bath? I, I, I
    mean if you want to of course?" "Of course I will! Come on, let's get you
    upstairs and into that bath young man!

    She took off my diaper and told me to get into the bath. She cleaned me
    very carefully, especially around the lower areas of my body. She paid
    special attention to my balls and the shaft of my penis. But I won't delve
    any further into that matter as this is a kid-friendly story.

    Once she had finished we both had a well-deserved rest. My head lay on her
    knee, while she stroked my hair and sang to me softly. She really was
    beautiful, and she was so kind and understanding. I really did love her,
    but she would never go out with a boy like me? I mean. I'm a baby. Who in
    their right mind would go out with a baby?

    I knew that I had to get her to go out for me. if just for one night she
    has to go out with me! And with me laying in her lap, with just this
    thought, I fell asleep with the knowledge that someday we would be
    together; somehow we would be together.

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    I awoke some time later still on the couch but I could tell by the clock
    on the wall that Lucy was long gone. My mother was standing outside
    talking to somebody. I looked outside and I saw that one of my mother's
    friends was around. My mother told her friend that she had heard a noise
    and said that it was probably her new baby. Her friend asked if she could
    come and see the baby and my mother agreed.

    "I see you've decided to wake up at last. This is Angela." "Umm. hi,
    baby?" Angela said. "Yes, baby will do." I said grumpily. "Now Tom, I've
    told you before not to speak to people like that. Come here." I obliged
    and came over to my mother, still wearing my diaper. "Lie down on my knee
    Tom." "But Mum, she's here!" "Well you shouldn't have been so rude" she
    answered my plea. "It really doesn't matter Laura." Angela said quickly.
    "Yes it does Angela, he has to learn. And the best way is a good old over-
    the-knee spanking." And with that she started spanking me. She spanked me
    a good thirty times and then checked my diaper.

    She saw that the diaper was very full, and she asked if Angela minded if
    she changed it. Angela of course was very polite and agreed. My mum laid
    me down on a changing mat. And pulled off my smelly diaper. "If you don't
    mind my asking, why is Tom back in diapers?" she asked. "Well, he started
    wetting himself and so to get him out of it I put him back in diapers and
    treated him as a toddler. Simple psychology, really." "Oh. fine." she said
    nonchalantly.

    My mum told Angela that she was really quite busy dealing with her baby
    and asked her if she could possibly leave, and Angela agreed and said she
    would see her at the club on Monday night. She left and my mum came back
    into the room - her smile back again. "Now Tom. I was talking to you about
    breastfeeding, and I've decided it's time we gave it a go." "What???? I
    thought you were just joking about that!" I said hastily.

    "Well I wasn't," she said, "I think it will be a great addition to your
    punishment. Now come over here!" She grabbed me by the shoulders and
    cradled me in her arms, my legs dangling over the side of the sofa. She
    got out her breast. I felt sick just looking at that "thing" right in my
    face. She tickled my mouth with the nipple, and I refused to open my
    mouth. She held my nose to force me to open my mouth and when I did she
    stuck it in. I knew better than to bite her, that would get me a bad
    spanking. So I obliged and sucked.

    It was disgusting. Sour and bitter. Just the thought of it seemed wrong to
    me, it just wasn't right to drink fluids from another person. She kept me
    drinking until it was time for bed. By that time I had wet my diaper a few
    times, but my mother decided for a little extra punishment after my
    "treat" babysitter today I should have to sleep in my wet diaper - ALL
    NIGHT!

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    It was so uncomfortable that night in my own wee. It was burning my skin,
    by the morning when my mother came I had a gigantic rash. She put extra
    lotion on it, and made me lie on a table for most of the morning to get
    air onto it, today though, it was my doctor's appointment. He was going to
    be giving me a full check up to see how I was going on with my new found
    babyish punishment. He had told my mother that it would be ok to baby me,
    but that I should come for regular checkups once a month.

    Once we got there my mother took me in my pram, and all the patients in
    the waiting room were staring at me. No doubt wondering why a boy my age
    would still be in diapers. I was going to be seeing the child psychologist
    and my normal GP today, so it was going to be quite a hectic schedule and
    a grueling one for me.

    First I had to see my GP. He was going to be giving me a full body exam, I
    was dreading the implications of "full body". The doctor asked me if I
    would be more comfortable with my mother out of the room but I said I was
    fine with her being there. The doctor told me to remove all of my
    clothing, including my diaper. Luckily my diaper was dry so there was no
    fussing about with drying me off.

    First he checked my breathing on my chest, which appeared to be a bit
    shallow but otherwise normal, and the same with my heart. He checked the
    bones in my legs to make sure that they had not gone out of shape because
    of all the crawling that I had been doing but he was satisfied that they
    hadn't gone out of place or broken.

    Then it came to my rectal and genital examinations. First he did my rectal
    examination. He told me to get on my side with my bum towards the wall,
    and then he inserted a large, cold, lubricated object to hold open my bum
    while he examined it. He first checked my temperature using a rectal
    thermometer and it appeared to be within acceptable limits.

    He then used a piece of apparatus to check the pressure inside my bowels,
    because of my now incontinent state there was no pressure whatsoever, but
    the doctor said this was to be expected. He then gave me a large enema to
    allow me to get rid of any excess waste. He placed a diaper on me for
    thirty minutes, and sure enough - over three litres of liquid excrement
    came out into my diaper.

    He got me cleaned up and then moved onto my genital examination. He
    checked the creases of my testicles to make sure that they were not
    infected due to bad cleaning but luckily they were completely free of
    germs. He pressed different areas of my penis to check for any lumps,
    which were not uncommon in this day and age, but still there was none
    there. He then inserted a large cotton bud down the tube of my penis,
    which stung a little and I cried out but then I was fine and my mum put my
    pacifier in my mouth to calm me down.

    The doctor said that I was completely fine physically, and then he
    instructed myself and my mother to go through to a room next door where
    the child psychologist would be waiting.

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    ---------------------------------

    We went through to the next room where a woman with short brown hair was
    sitting. She told my mother to leave the room. My mum left the room and
    the psychologist told me to sit down on the chair next to her. I did as
    she asked and then she started asking me some questions.

    "Right Tom. I know all about what you're going through at the moment, so I
    will try not to be too pushy in our first session. Don't be embarrassed to
    tell me about anything that you have on your mind. I'm hear to listen to
    you and not to sentence you." the psychologist said, "Now, I was wondering
    if you could tell me how you feel about being punished by being treated as
    a baby?"

    "Well. I don't really like it very much. I'm not a baby and it's really
    upsetting when she does embarrassing things to me in public. And I hate
    being led around on that stupid harness. It makes it so I can never get
    away from her. I'm a teenager. I need a lot more privacy than this."

    "Well. I can see where you are coming from with the privacy idea. But your
    mother is right. A baby doesn't have any privacy. Think about it. A parent
    doesn't care where they breastfeed or change their baby's diaper, they
    just do it because it is natural. Because you are being treated completely
    as a baby it is necessary that you get the full treatment. I've got a
    question for you, which may sound a little stupid to you though.  I don't
    care if you do, but do you enjoy wearing the diapers?"

    "NO!" I said, astonished that she would think I did. "That's ok, it's just
    some people who get placed into the situation that you are in start to
    enjoy the feeling that diapers give them. Either way it is completely
    normal. I think that you can go now. I've seen enough for our first
    session. I'll see you for your next checkup next month.

    And I left the room to be greeted by my mother and my pram, ah well, back
    to this I suppose.

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    My mum loaded me up into the car and we went shopping as we were already
    out of the house. My mum drove us to the shop and once we got there she
    got a family trolley and put me into the child seat. It creaked a few
    times under my weight - but it seemed able to hold me. She went straight
    to the food section.

    She bought some food for herself and for any guests she may have over, and
    bought some toiletries for herself. Then she headed to the checkouts and
    bought the stuff she had gathered up. She took it to the car and placed it
    in the boot, with me still in the trolley. She locked the car again and we
    set off for Mothercare. To buy some more supplies for me.

    She went in the shop and I felt sick, it was covered in light blues and
    bright pinks, with both a boys section and a girls section. My mum took us
    straight over to the girls section. A shop assistant came over to us and
    said "Would you like any help madam?" My mother replied with "Yes please.
    I need some supplies for my baby." while pointing at me. "Your 'baby'?"
    "Yes, he is a baby. He's been behaving so much like a baby recently I
    decided to make him one." "Ok, madam. So what supplies do you need
    exactly?"

    My mother told the shop assistant that she needed baby food, diapers,
    formula, baby wipes, lotion and some baby powder. The shop assistant went
    off to fetch the supplies as my mother sat down on a nearby chair. The
    shop assistant came back about 10 minutes later with the supplies. "One
    more thing," my mother said, "Do you have a changing area?". The shop
    assistant replied with a swift yes and pointed to the changing tables,
    which were very strangely placed straight against the open windows.

    My mother thanked the shop assistant for his help and took me over to the
    changing tables. There were a few mothers already changing their babies,
    and the people outside the windows were taking no notice of what was
    happening centimetres away from them. But once my mum laid me down on the
    largest of the changing tables people started staring.

    There were kids coming over from shops all over the park, and pointing at
    the 15 year old getting a diaper change. "Please don't change me here mum,
    all the people are staring at me!" "Well what do you expect? It's not
    everyday that they're going to see a teenager getting their dirty diaper
    changed."

    My mother continued as if nothing had changed from when she changed my
    diapers at home. She removed my onesie, I could instantly feel the cold
    air coming in from the open window. I suddenly felt very hot, and I could
    tell that I had blushed very badly. I heard laughs coming in from outside,
    making my pain all the worse.

    My mum took of my diaper, and instantly you could hear the laughs
    loudening outside. "Look at that kid! He's naked!" they were all saying
    things I like that. I had never felt so strange in my entire life. My mum
    wiped off the poo from my bum and my genitals. And then powdered me up and
    re-diapered me with one of the Huggies Superflex diapers she had just
    bought.

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    As she was pushing me around the shopping park back to the car again I got
    a lot of very strange looks. I was very glad when we got back to the car
    and my mum put me into my car seat. I felt a lot safer back in the car,
    for some reason I seemed to think that nothing could hurt me if I was in
    the car but they could if I was outside it.

    My mum took us home after this. It was way past my bedtime now so she put
    me straight in my cot when we got in, as my diaper was still dry from an
    hour back. I dreamt that night about being normal again. I just wanted to
    be a normal boy; I wanted to go to school. Not a daycare centre - a
    school. All I wanted was to be normal. Why couldn't that just happen for
    me?

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    ----------------------------------

    It was Monday again. Back to daycare after such a good weekend. I really
    wished I didn't have to go to daycare. The people there aren't even as
    nice as my mum is. They embarrass me constantly, both inside the confines
    of the daycare centre and outside. They seem to think that just because I
    am different and I am being punished that they constantly have to be
    punishing me and that they can never let their guard down on me. Bludy
    stupid if you ask me. I've learn't my lesson already!

    My mum gave me a quick bath because I had made quite a mess in my diaper
    the night before. She towelled me dry and led me through to my nursery and
    lifted me onto the changing table. The changing table was very cold on my
    now warm back, and I shivered a little. My mum diapered me nice and
    tightly, using more diapers than usual as I was going out on a trip with
    my daycare centre to a school. My high school for that matter.

    I would only get changed once in the entire course of the day, and that
    was going to be in the sex education lesson of class 10DHM. I was dreading
    that so much. I was not going to be changed until that time so that the
    class would get to look at a real diaper change being performed.

    My mum decided that as it was a warm day, I wouldn't need my onesie. So
    she left me in just my diapers and fetched me a nice green pacifier with
    little fishes as a decoration. She stuck it in my mouth and released the
    restraints on my changing table and put me into the walking harness to
    take me down the stairs. She gave me my breakfast (it was a Monday so I
    was going to be breastfed), in front of the TV as she watched the news.
    She took me outside in my pram and walked the 25 minute walk to my daycare
    centre.

    Once we got to the daycare centre I wasn't even let out of my pram for a
    second before they started taking us down to the high school. By this time
    I could feel a load of poo squishing around in the seat of my diaper -
    slowly making its way forward to my penis. The wee was also starting to
    trickle out, making it's own puddle.

    By the time they had walked us down to the high school they were just
    going in for their second lesson. The school had put out a few playpens
    for us to play in as we waited for the lesson we would be going to for the
    sex education. That's all we were there for. Live demonstrations of how to
    take care of a baby.

    At last it was my turn, my diaper was bulging and I could tell that my
    whole bum and my genitals were covered in a mixture of runny poo and
    urine. It was all starting to pile up and sitting down for this long in my
    pram was definitely not helping the situation.

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    -          Part Eighteen          -
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    The person from the daycare centre that were going to be looking after me
    today was the manager. She pushed me with the teacher of the class on the
    other side in my pram to the lesson. I was getting very scared now - I
    knew that if I came into one of my own lessons at school then I would
    laugh so badly. But it was the other way around now, and it really didn't
    feel good to be on the other side of the equation.

    We got to the outside of the classroom. I could see through the glass pane
    of the door that the class was mostly girls - a bad thing. And they were
    all my own age. Or, what was my own age. The teacher opened the door and
    the class continued with their chatting. "Now class," the class went
    quiet, as they knew what they were going to get to see, "Here is today's
    guest, Tom. As you already know, Tom is here today for our sex education.
    Tom is slightly different as well, Tom is actually a 15 year old boy being
    treated as a baby, so we will get to see a fully developed human body - at
    the same time as seeing it being treated as a non developed body."

    After her little speech the teacher beckoned my careworker to push me in,
    and she started pushing me in. I could see that a makeshift changing
    table, a gigantic highchair, a baby bath and a pile of diaper changing
    equipment had already been laid out at the front of the room. My
    careworker pushed me to the front of my class. And even from just seeing
    my diaper the class were in hysterics. I wondered how they were going to
    react to seeing my naked body treated as a baby. It wasn't a pleasant
    thought.

    As if an answer to my calls, my careworker lifted me out of my pram and
    placed me into the highchair. "Now first we are going to watch the best
    way to have fun with a baby, and feed them at the same time." the teacher
    started, "First you place the baby in the highchair, and secure them in
    with the locks provided. Then you place the bib around their neck and tie
    it securely - a dirty baby is not a pleasant thing."

    "To make the feeding fun for the baby you should make them think that the
    food is some sort of imaginary object. Such as a train." My careworker
    lifted out a piled spoonful of baby food. "Here comes the choo-choo train!
    Open wide and let it in!" I obliged. It had a disgusting aftertaste; I
    knew that something had to have been placed into it. "To give a better
    demonstration of diaper changing for you later, we have laced the food
    with some extremely strong diuretics and laxatives. That should prolong
    the change and let you all have a turn at the art of a diaper change.

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    -          Part Nineteen          -
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    They fed me three bowls of this disgusting food. And I could feel a large
    amount of pressure building up in my bladder and bowels. I had to let it
    go and I felt my diaper suddenly fill up. My diaper was ten times as full
    as it had ever been. The poo was reaching up to the top of my penis, and
    the urine was starting to seep up the crack of my bum.

    "Now then, we're going to get Tom changed before we give him a nasty
    diaper rash." the teacher started as my careworker very carefully lifted
    me out of the highchair and onto the changing mat, "Now class, gather
    around the changing table so you all have a good view of the change." The
    class all took their place around the changing table - leaving only a
    small gap for the teacher to demonstrate the change.

    The teacher carefully untaped my diaper. Revealing my dark brown bum, the
    class all made disgusted looks, and started wrinkling their noses because
    of the terrible smell. In the case of a bad diaper change like this, you
    should always have lots of wipes at the ready to make sure that you get it
    all up to prevent any diseases or infections.

    "You should wipe the bottom first," and with my legs held high up in the
    air by my careworker, "from left to right, making sure to give extra care
    to the crack. Make sure that you go over it many times to ensure that all
    of the poo from the backside is removed. You should then place the legs
    down from the air, and clean off the genitals."

    "Tom's penis as you can see, has been covered by the poo; as have his
    upper legs and his testicles. First you should very carefully clean off
    the penis by taking the bottom of the penis with you first and forefinger,
    holding it upwards towards the ceiling. You should then wipe from the top
    downwards and back upwards once to ensure it has been fully cleaned. You
    should then clean all of the flaps of the testicles, as germs are most
    common to fester in this area. Now we will give Tom a bath."

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    A fully transparent bathtub had already been set up on the table, and I
    was lifted into this. The teacher was only going to concentrate on my
    bottom half today, due to a lack of time. "Now, you should clean very
    carefully the penis; making sure not to drag backwards the foreskin - as
    at this tender age it can be very sore when moved. After the bath you
    should towel your baby dry and put them into a fresh diaper."

    "Before we put Tom into another diaper we are going to demonstrate what is
    in our opinion the most effective disciplinary method - the spanking. The
    spanking has been around for centuries, and ensures a good amount of
    discipline in a child. For a child this age, you should place them over
    your knee, and with just your hand spank them a few times. Since Tom is
    actually quite a lot harder, we are going to use an implement. We are
    going to be using a solid leather paddle."

    The teacher got me over her knee and started whacking my baby fresh bottom
    with the paddle. While I screamed in pain the class laughed at my torture
    and told the teacher to continue. The teacher continued spanking me for at
    least 10 minutes - administering at least 200 blows. My bum had a few
    blisters on it, so some ointment was applied by my careworker.

    She re-diapered me, and I was placed back into my pram on my still sore
    bottom crying my eyes out and pushed back to the hall to wait for the end
    of the day to leave. My eyes were soaked, my careworker actually had to
    tie my pacifier to my head to keep it in. I was so upset now, my bum was
    agony and I was so embarrassed.

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    -           Part Twenty-One         -
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    The next week was quite fun. We went to the park a few times, I was
    actually starting to quite enjoy being so friendly with my Mum again. It
    had been such a long time since my Mum had played with me at the park,
    pushed me on the swings. I was even enjoying the physical contact at
    diaper changes, my mum isn't exactly the physical type, the most we had
    done since I was a baby was hug - even if the setting wasn't the greatest,
    at least we were closer than we had been.

    I was starting to be less and less embarrassed now, the only thing that I
    still found disgusting about my punishment was the breastfeeding. That I
    would probably never get used to. I had gotten used to the laughs, they
    didn't bother me so much now.

    I only had one anxiety in my mind now - holiday. We had a holiday
    scheduled in Disney Land for this May. It was only a few weeks away now, I
    was really looking forward to it now. But being changed in front of a
    theme park full of people really didn't excite me too much. Being put in a
    highchair in front of a restaurant full of holidaymakers didn't exactly
    thrill me either. My mum refused to cancel the holiday no matter how many
    times I asked her to; she simply said that I had to get used to my
    punishment.

    The time in between now and the holiday are actually very boring. So I'm
    just going to skip ahead to the point of packing - the night before the
    holiday.

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    My mum had almost finished the packing for our holiday. We were going to
    be leaving at 5am the next morning - so she was making sure that she was
    ready for it. She had packed a load of clothes for her. And a special
    suitcase for me. It was a light blue suitcase filled with all my baby
    items. She had put 12 bottles, 8 pacifiers, diaper bags, baby wipes, 42
    cloth diapers, 300 disposable diapers, some bibs and some onesies. All
    ready for our holiday, and I can tell you that that bag was quite heavy.

    She put me to sleep in a nice clean Pampers Feel N Learn diaper, and
    locked up my cot for the night. She said goodnight, and we went to sleep
    in our beds.

    I woke up the next morning already in the taxi to the airport, it was
    already daylight so I knew my mum must have carried me out to the taxi
    while I was asleep. "Hi Tom. glad you decided to join us!" "I'm freezing
    mum. why didn't you put me into my onesie?" "I didn't want to wake you.
    Come on, let's get you into one if you are freezing." My mum got me into a
    lovely flanelette onesie covered with little tigers. About half an hour
    after this I let a nice warm wee into my diaper. "Tom, did you just wee?"
    "Yes mum." "I can't change you now you know. You're going to have to wait
    until we get to the airport for a change."

    At least it didn't take long to get to the airport. About an hour later we
    were already there. I asked my mum if for once she would just keep me in
    my harness instead of my pram, and she agreed. She led me through to the
    check-in desk, where we gave in our bags and got our tickets. My mum got a
    special sticker for me with information on how to get in touch with her
    incase I got lost. She stuck it on a patch of my onesie which didn't have
    any decoration.

    She took me straight to the baby changing room which amazingly actually
    had a lin The people in the line were saying things like "Where's her
    baby?" and "Surely a kid that age doesn't still wear diapers?!" Eventually
    the line went down, and I saw that the door of the changing room was
    actually non-existent, there was no door there at all - the whole airport
    could see in. Of course that does not mean that anyone in the airport
    would actually look, but they could see.

    The changing room was also the children's toilet. A little girl was on a
    bright pink potty, as my mum laid me down on the changing table the little
    girl said to her Mum "Why's that boy in a diapee?" her father replied with
    "He must still wet himself. You're a big girl, you don't need diapers
    anymore do you?" "No!" she said smiling.

    My mother just changed me, I felt so stupid. Even that little toddler was
    higher up in the chain than me. After my mum re-diapered me, she slid me
    back into my onesie, and because we were going into a customs secured area
    she put my back into my pram. She pushed me out of the baby changing room
    and over to the Customs area.

    We got through customs with no real problems, except some very strange
    looks from the people around. And we went straight through to the plane as
    it was going to be taking off practically straight away.

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    We went onto the plane just as the gate was closing. We had luckily gotten
    the front seats on the plane, so it was easy for my mum to find a space to
    put my pram, and there were those cool fold out tables. The pilot told all
    the passengers that any babies should be strapped in using the special
    seats which would be provided by the stewards on their last route down the
    plane before take off. We were first so my mum asked for a seat for me, I
    only just fit into it, and it felt very uncomfortable being in that
    position.

    As the plane started taking off I felt that uncomfortable feeling in my
    bowels again. The seat I was sitting on was making the pressure in their
    so, so much worse. I could feel it slipping out - I had really wished that
    I wouldn't need to poo while I was on the plane; just my luck that I would
    get it this bad at the start of the flight. As the plane took off and
    gravity took a hold, a flood of runny poo gushed out of my bowels and into
    my diaper, it really couldn't get much worse than this.

    "Phew. Tom, have you gone for a poo?" "Um. y, yes." "It really smells;
    when we're into the air properly I'll try and find somewhere to change
    your diaper."

    Once we got up in the air, my mother asked one of the stewards if there
    was a baby changing area anywhere on board. The steward replied that there
    was a changing area, but it would not accommodate such a "large" baby. My
    mother asked if there was anywhere else on board to change me. The
    stewards only suggestion was to change me in the aisle.

    My mum did. She actually laid me down on a changing mat in the middle of a
    crowded plane and changed my diaper. Luckily the change took less time
    than it normally does, and I was back in my seat very quickly. I wasn't
    too upset about it this time. It needed doing.

    The rest of the flight was relatively uneventful. I went in my diapers a
    few more times, but only wee. My mum changed me when we got in to the
    Florida airport - luckily this time it had a door.

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    My mum bundled me back into my pram, and as the airport was only a few
    miles away, she decided that we should make use of the bus system; instead
    of paying over the odds for a private taxi. We caught the first bus that
    came along, the driver stared at me from underneath his glasses -
    muttering something about kids that never grow up. My mother bought one
    ticket, an adult ticket; because babies went free on the buses.

    When we got to our hotel, we went straight to the front desk and retrieved
    the keys to our room. My mother requested that a changing table be brought
    up, as according to a sign on the wall of the reception they have to be
    requested when checking in. The clerk at the desk said that a table would
    be brought up within the hour. And my mum pushed my pram and the suitcases
    towards the elevator.

    The room was gigantic. It already had a cot in there, my mum had ordered
    that to be there in advance. It was big enough to fit me - just. My mum
    unpacked all of our things and put them into the drawers and the wardrobes
    that were placed around the room.

    Since it was still quite early in the day, my mum said that we should
    probably go for a quick swim before we had our evening meal. So she
    undressed me and put me in another of those; must I say it - cute, little
    swimmers with the Finding Nemo images on the front. She got dressed in her
    bathing suit, put me in my harness and we went down the stairs to the
    outdoor pool.