DON’S STILL IN DIAPERS 1

Summary: Boy caught sneaking diaper from little cousin and what happens to him.

It was three weeks before school was out for the summer and I was at my Aunt’s house with my mom. My name is Donny. I liked to play with my cousin Ryan. He was two-and a half and still wearing diapers like a baby should. But he could play with trucks, cars, building blocks, and any boy toy he had. I did not like video games or bigger boy toys. My favorite toy was his big spring horse and his trucks and cars. We could have fun together for hours except his mom kept checking his diaper every couple of hours and we would have to stop playing if he needed a change. I had to stop playing every hour to go pee. But I have taken some of his diapers and worn them so I could play instead of stopping. But mom spanks me every time I do. I want to wear diapers because I need to pee all the time and have to stop to go to the bathroom instead of continuing my play.

Because I need to pee all the time, even at school and in the fourth grade, I was given special permission to leave the classroom to go pee whenever I needed. The school told mom that in the fifth grade that my special permission would end except if I get a doctor’s excuse. So mom took me to our doctor’s office and he took a pee sample and told mom to start measuring the amount of pee I did for two days in a row.

That weekend I had to pee in a bottle and mom would measure it every time. My next doctor’s appointment was Thursday so we waited until then. Mom found there was nothing wrong with me that I should be able to hold it for two hours or longer, that all I need to try harder.

I had 3 days and one weekend of school left mom told me that I need to try to be a big boy or she would treat me like a baby again. She said, “babies are not allowed to play with big boy toys and they must do what their mommy tells them to do all the time. If babies misbehave they get spanked.” When we got home mom said, “let’s go to Aunt Judy’s house.”

Since we lived next door mom would often leave me with my aunt and my aunt would leave my cousin with us. This day mom needed me to stay with my aunt while she went shopping. I ran to play in Ryan’s room. He had just got a diaper change so I thought I could take a diaper and no one would know. Ryan had his own bathroom next to his room so when he got potty trained he could use his own potty. I went into his bathroom and closed the door. I needed to poop but I could wait. On the counter next to the sink was his pack of size 6 Huggies. I reached in and grabbed one, unfolded it and pulled off my pants. I quickly lay down and taped the diaper on. It was almost too big for my skinny body but I made it go on. I replaced my pants, leaving my underpants hidden in his clothes hamper. I was now wearing diapers like my cousin and no one knew, I returned to playing with Ryan.

About an hour later mom came in the room I asked her when she was going to go. She said she was done and it was time for us to go. As I stood up I remembered I had just wet the diaper I had put on. Mom grabbed my hand and led me to the car. I had no choice she had a firm grip on me. I asked, “Where are we going?” Mom said, “To grandma’s.” As mom strapped me in my car seat. I still needed a car seat because I was not big enough to be out of a car seat due to the state law.

Grandma’s house was an hour away we were only halfway there and I needed to poop. I told mom I need poop but she told me to hold it. I need to pee too so I decide if I could pee just a little I could make it. So I carefully started to let a little pee go but I lost control and pee came flooding into my already wet diaper, followed by the load of poop I was holding. I started to whimper as we pulled into grandma’s driveway.

Mom opened my car door to let me out and said, “Phew, baby has a stinky pants!” I started to cry loudly so mom held a pacifier in my mouth until I quieted down and started to suck it. Mom led me up the stairs to the front door of grandma’s house. Grandma picked me up to hug me and smelled what I had done. Grandma said the same thing mom said-- “baby has stinky pants”-- as she carried me into her nursery she had for her grandbabies. She strapped me to the changing table, removed my pants, revealing my size 6 Huggies. My underwear was back at my cousin’s house. Grandma just said, “baby needs clean pants” to mom as she cleaned my messy bottom powdered me and pinned a triple thick cloth diaper followed by a large pair of plastic pants. Mom told me, “Donny you need to stay in diapers now until you can be potty trained again.”

Grandma put me on the floor dressed in only my T-shirt and diaper she told me to go play. I asked for pants but she told me my pants had poop on them. I said, “I don’t care. I want something to cover this diaper.” Grandma said “okay“ and pulled out a romper that Ryan would wear on cool days. She had me dressed in the romper, making me look more like a little baby. I tried to take the romper off after mom and grandma left the room but it was fastened at the back and I could not reach it. My pacifier was on a keeper string and I remember how relaxing it was to suck on, as I walked up to Grandma’s front door. So I decided to try it again. Soon I was sucking my pacifier playing with the toddler toys in the room.

I did not know mom had left me here for the weekend until grandma told me it was dinnertime and carried me to a waiting highchair. I asked where mom was and she told me I was going to spend the weekend here that I did not have to go to school Friday. I could not do anything about it. I was stuck here where I knew better than disobey grandma she was quick to spank for misbehavior. I let her feed me baby food with just a little mess on my bib. I was given my bottle, which I began to suck as grandma ate her meal. Soon I was sitting in a wet diaper as I finished my bottle.

After dinner I was taken back to the nursery to play forgetting about my wet diaper. I started having fun with the toddler toys forgetting I was too old to be playing with baby toys, but they were all I had. At 8:00PM grandma came in and changed my diaper and dressed me in a light blue sleeper. I was put in the crib and given a bottle and told to go to sleep as grandma turned out the light. I started to suck the bottle and fell asleep before I finished the bottle.

The next morning grandma woke me up carrying me to the highchair for breakfast. I felt my soggy diaper as I was sat down in the highchair. I knew I had wet the bed just like I always did except at home I would have just removed my own Pull-up and thrown them in the trash. Today grandma is in charge of my getting clean clothes. I needed to poop as I ate but every time it tried to tell grandma she put more food in my mouth. I could no longer hold it and let my pee flow as poop come out into my diaper without even pushing it just came out.

After breakfast grandma cleaned my bottom and gave me a bath. Then she diapered me and dressed me like a baby again, what could I do grandma was in charge. It was Sunday and I knew tomorrow was school I knew mom would not send me to school like this. So I spent the rest of the day being a good baby until mom came to pick me up and take me home. It was after dinner and I was diapered and dressed in a sleeper when mom finely picked me up. Mom strapped me in my new car seat and we were on our way home.

I don’t remember being carried into the house but when I woke up I saw I was still in a nursery but I was not in grandma’s nursery it was a different nursery. I stood up in my new crib and found the sides were just over my head I was just 43” tall. I could not climb out and I had to poop real badly. I called for someone to help me but until I started to cry no one came to help me. Before mom walked in I poop in my wet diaper. Mom walked over to me and said time to get cleaned up for school. I thought now I can get out of these stupid diapers.

Mom bathed me and when I was all dried off she pulled a toddler size 3 Pull-up over my bottom and put the rest of my school clothes on. I cried that I did not want to wear baby clothes to school. Mom said. No one will know that I was wearing Pull-ups to school I knew I had just two more school days left.

After two days at school wearing Pull-ups everything went good no one knew I was wearing Pull-ups. The last day came I was on my way home on the bus when I accidentally wet my Pull-up. At least no one knew of my infantile act as I ran home from the bus stop to get mom to give me a new pair of Pull-ups. On my run I must have pooped too but I did not realize it because I was excited about school being out. My cousin Ryan was staying with mom. I saw he was wearing big boy clothes because he got potty trained in the three days I did not see him. When Ryan ran to me happy to see me he smelled what I had done before I realized myself. Ryan giggled and said Donny needs his britches changed.

Mom led me to my nursery Removed my clothes pulled the Pull-up apart like a diaper. Mom cleaned my messy butt off and diapered me in front of my little cousin. I was so ashamed I started to cry so in went a pacifier. That was the rule of our houses if you cry you need to use a pacifier for an hour. I started to suck my pacifier harder as mom finished dressing me in my cousin’s old baby clothes. My pacifier had a keeper that was snapped to my shirt so I would not lose it. When I was all dressed Ryan and I went to play with toys.

I forgot I was sucking my pacifier after the hour was up I was still sucking it because it relaxed me so much and I began to enjoy it. Just before dinner mom asked Ryan if he needed to use the potty. He said. No he was a big boy now not a baby. Then mom walked over to me and checked my diaper finding me soaked. Mom told Ryan Baby Donny needs his diaper changed. Ryan giggled as mom carried me to the nursery Ryan watched mom change my soaked diaper. I was still sucking away on my pacifier and could do nothing to hide my diaper condition.

Mom finished my diaper change and carried me to the kitchen and placed me in my highchair while Ryan climbed into my old booster seat where he ate his meal while mom fed me baby food making a mess of my bib because I did not want to eat baby food but mom kept putting the spoon to my mouth and waiting until opened. The second jar was good and I ate it without a problem then the peaches were good to. She handed me a bottle and said it have to drink it to get out of the highchair. I knew she meant what she said so I eagerly started to suck my bottle.

I was wet again after dinner so mom changed my diaper on a mat in the playroom with Ryan helping. Mom asked Ryan again if he needed to go potty. Ryan said. NO. Ryan and I played until Aunt Judy came to take Ryan home because it was bedtime.

I kept playing with my toddler toys when I felt the need to pee so I got up and ran to the potty but ended up wetting my diaper before I took two steps. I went back to playing because mom had all my clothes locked up and I had to ask her when I needed changed. I did not want to ask for a diaper change so I played in my wet diaper and started to suck my pacifier without being told to.

Mom came in at 8:30PM and said bedtime as she did a diaper check. Mom changed my diaper without saying a word just like it was normal for me to be wetting diapers at the age of nine. I was dressed in a lightweight blue-footed sleep that zipped up the back. I felt that my diaper was thicker than the one’s I had been wearing. I let my pacifier out of my mouth so I could ask what kind of diaper I was wearing. Just when I was about to talk a baby bottle nipple went into my mouth. Mom told me I had to start to suck it or get spanked. As I started to suck it I was put into my crib with the sides raised and the lights turned out. There was a small nightlight in my room and I could see things in my room that was good I was still afraid of the dark. As mom closed the door I was sucking my bottle as I fell asleep.

The next morning I woke up to mom unsnapping my crotch snaps for my diaper change. After my diaper change she snapped the snaps back and carried me to my highchair where she fed me more baby food. All the sudden poop just slipped in to my diaper I could not stop it. The poop was followed by a flood of pee. With in just days I was turned in to a diaper baby that needs his diapers changed all the time. I ended up using 13 diapers on my first diaper day of being a real baby. I pooped in three and wet in 12 my cousin did not come to visit for a week.

During the next week I was babied so much it just let my pee and poop go into my diaper. What could I do? I played with only baby toys and started to have fun playing by myself sucking my pacifier all the time. I was more of a baby than a toddler because I used so many diapers and had to have my pacifier or I would feel so insecure I would start crying.

Sunday, five days of my baby training was over Ryan came to tell me we were going to daycare all summer. I ran to mom to ask her if it was true that I was going to daycare. Mom said. Yes, it might be fun. I asked mom about my diaper problem. She said. The class I was assigned it don’t matter if I am still in diapers. It is a toddler class the same class a Ryan will be in.

That Sunday I knew I was trapped with no way out of being a baby the only thing I could do was to prove to mom I was a big boy by not wetting and messing so much. But all day long I would forget and wet and mess my diaper like a baby.

Monday morning mom changed my wet and messy night diaper and dressed me in Ryan’s old baby clothes with snaps in the crotch and baby designs all over them. I looked like a two-year-old just a few inches taller. After mom fed me breakfast she changed my diaper and took me over to Aunt Judy’s house where Ryan was dressed in big boy clothes. Mom had a diaper bay packed for me but Ryan did not need a bag; all he needed was a toy.

We walked to the daycare three blocks down the road and when we got there I was wet and don’t remember wetting. We were led to the playroom where there were five other boys playing four were dressed like Ryan and the other one was dressed like me. The caregivers said, Looks like we have another baby so Billy will not be playing alone. As we checked in my diaper was checked and changed. My short over-alls were not put back on and all I was aloud to wear was diapers and a T-shirt. They said. Diaper babies can’t wear pants because it is easier to change diapers that way.

I started to play with some toys but the caregiver led me to where Billy was playing and told me babies play on this side of the room only not that side. All the toys on my side were for kids under two. There was a spring horse and a tricycle both just my size. I found I could have fun with the baby toys and Billy was fun to play with too. I had been at daycare for two months and now I am diaper dependent without much control of my poop or pee I just let it happen. No one ever pressured me to be a big boy Billy was all most two and a half and started his potty training without help and was diaper free with days.

I felt so ashamed being almost ten and still diapered like a baby. I asked if I could be potty trained the caregiver said yes. She said id I could stay dry for two hours she would get me some training pants. I tried for three weeks before I was able to be dry for two hours. The diapers were removed and I was told if I wet my training pants I will go back to diapers for the rest of the day.

School started without me because I was still not potty trained enough. I still had accidents about three of four times a week. I was still wetting my bed too seven days a week and half of my naps were wet naps. Three months after school started I was still using baby things highchair, crib, bottles, stroller, car seat, and everything a baby needs. I was not quite potty trained but doing a better at keeping my pants clean not dry.

I started home schooling because mom did not want me to get behind in my schoolwork. I was still as much a baby as most two-year-olds. Diapers were as much a part of my life as when Ryan was using them except I only mess in my diaper once or twice a week.

By the time I was eleven my mom would have to change only my night diaper and four or five other wet diapers I rarely mess my diaper. I was still using baby things that still fit me like the crib and highchair but the car seat and stroller was too small. That was okay until a stroller was found for me and I had to start riding in it. To look at me I looked like I was only five or six-years-old not almost twelve.

Whenever mom had a chance she would find baby things my size and make me use them. I had no big boy clothes just baby style clothes and the only big boy clothes I saw were my cousin’s or at daycare. Socially I was a preschooler not a kid in middle school.

DON’S STILL IN DIAPERS 2

My name is Donny I had my eleventh birthday yesterday. Since I still have trouble keeping my pants clean and dry so mom bought me two cases of diapers and a new crib. Mom told me since I can’t seem to be a big boy like little Ryan she is going to treat me like little toddler until I can prove I was a big boy. I am small for an eleven-year-old 44” tall and about 50 pounds, the size of a small six or seven year old. I was put back into my baby crib and my big boy bed was taken away. When I was nine-years-old mom bought me a big boy bed to help me be a big boy besides the crib was too small and I could get out of it without help. My new crib was made of steel. It had a clear plastic top so when mom put me to bed at night or at naptime I would have to stay in bed until she let me get out. I could not reach the side release to drop it down I tried to shake it down but when she put me to bed I had to stay until someone let me out.

I had an 18” waist and thin legs so size 6 baby diapers still fit me without a problem and mom was glad because the bigger diapers were more expensive. The diapers mom bought were one case of Huggies 120 count and one case of Pampers 120 count. Using 5 to six diapers a day I had one month’s supply but if I could use more that 5 or six a day I could get rid of them quicker. Summer was here so I decided to use more than 5 or 6 a day by wetting every time I felt the need. Since I still had a small bladder I could stop using the potty and use my diaper all the time.

It was the first day of summer no more home school I used nine diapers and messed my first diaper in over a year. Mom got mad when she found I had messed and spanked me for it. I had to take a nap while Ryan played he was too old for naps. I felt like a little baby again. I could not do anything about it mom had my clothes in control just like when I was nine-years-old. After my nap mom changed my wet diaper and sent me to the backyard to play with Ryan. I was dressed in just a diaper it was hot and mom told me she would spank me if I did not go play. Ryan did not tease me or even say anything about my diapers.

At dinnertime while mom was feeding me my third baby food meal of the day mom told me I was going to the hospital tomorrow. I asked her. “Why. What about my diapers, what about my bedwetting?” I said. I don’t want to go. Mom said. They will find out why you pee so much. As I finished my bottle mom told me it was time for a diaper change and carried me to my nursery and changed my wet diaper.

After my diaper change I played with my toys cars, trucks and spring horse until mom came back to my room changed my wet diaper dressed me in my sleepers and put me in my crib with a bottle. I was so use to being babied and doing baby things that I just started to suck my bottle as I fell asleep.

In the morning mom removed my wet and messy diaper just like when I was nine I was back to wetting and messing without even knowing when it was happening. Mom bathed me and put a fresh diaper on me. I was sitting in my highchair with mom feeding me more baby food when I felt poop go in to my diaper followed by pee it was so easy to just let it happen. Mom just smiled and said. That’s okay mommy will make it better just finish your breakfast.

Mom cleaned me up and dressed me in my new baby style pajamas for the hospital. Before I knew it we were on our way to the hospital. The hospital was two hours away and I slept all the way there in my car seat.

At the hospital we went to admissions first where they asked my age and I was assigned to the preteens ward ages 9 to 11. When I arrived at the ward admittance had assigned me to stay in. Mom asked. Where she could change my diaper? They asked surprised. Does he still need diapers all the time? Mom said. Yes he does. They told mom that he can’t be in this ward this is a big boy ward he needs to go to the third floor we will send his records there.

When we arrived on the third floor I saw it was a big nursery with cribs highchairs and toys. There were kids two and three-years-old that need diapers mostly at night some needed diapers all the time. I was taken to my crib it had a top almost like the one I had at home. Except this crib was taller so I could stand up and bounce in it. It was blue and white in color. Everything in the room was big and strong enough to hold the weight of a nine-year-old. I would not have any trouble fitting into or playing on anything in here.

Mom was getting ready to ask where she could change my diaper when the nurse picked me up and lay me in my crib. Then nurse started to remove my pajamas and started changing my wet diaper. When I was all cleaned another nurse came over and started to set something around my crib then they put orange liquid around my pee pee rubbing alcohol. They started to put a tube in my pee pee. They taped the tube to my side and diapered me then dressed me in a nursery print gown. The side of my crib was raised and I was told I had to stay in my crib for three days and if I move around to much I would pull the tube out they would have to tie me down.

They told me to look at the kid across the room he was strapped down to his crib sucking a pacifier asleep. They said he gets shots to keep him quiet so if I behave I could play in my crib quietly and in three days be free again.

Mom stayed for about two hours and left I had my pacifier and crib toys to play with and for the next three days I was just a helpless crib baby that needed to be fed my diaper would need changed only when I messed my pee was going into the bag on the side of my crib. Mom would come to visit me every day but I could not leave my crib so I had no fun just eat sleep and diaper changes.

On the morning of the fourth day they woke me up removed the tube and diapered me with thick baby style diapers. They carried me to a highchair and put me in and started to feed me in front of the other kids most of them were feeding them selves. Just like the last three days I messed my diaper I had a different feeling I was wet but did not feel the pee going out. I just all the sudden felt that I was wet. I was handed my bottle and I started to suck as the other kids in the ward finished their breakfast.

When I was finished the nurses changed my diaper and put me down in the play area and told me to go play. I looked around and saw only a few of the other kids were in diapers I did not attempt to walk I did not want to show everyone I was a diaper boy. At first I was ashamed to be playing in a baby room with babies but soon forgot and started to have fun. I saw the spring horse it was bigger than the one I knew I would have trouble getting on because for the last three days I have not stood on my own. I tried to get up to walk but fell the nurse said no. She picked me up and put me in a baby style walker adjusted so my toes would not touch the floor. She gave me a few soft toys to keep me occupied for a few minutes until it was time for me to go for more tests.

Then a nurse came to me and put me on a moving table and took me to the elevator and I was taken to a room with a big white noisy ring I went through it twice. Then I went to another room with a cold table they posed me several different ways and hit a button and buzzed me. I was taken to many rooms and many things were done to me finely I was taken back to my ward. My diaper was changed and it was playtime for me. I was having fun until one of the babies grabbed my toys and started to scream when I took it back. The nurses saw me grab the toys and thought I was the bad kid. They put me in my baby walker all I could do was bounce or play with the toys close enough that I could get to.

At lunchtime I was again fed in a highchair while all the other kids fed themselves at a little table. By this time I did not feel ashamed and I accepted my fate of being babied. After being spoon fed lunch my diaper was changed and I was in my crib for naptime. I sucked my nap bottle and was soon asleep along with all the other babies in the ward.

When I woke up mom was sitting beside my crib waiting on me to awake. I was not sucking my bottle now because sometime during my nap my bottle was replaced with my pacifier. Mom opened my crib and put me in my walker so she could play with me we had fun for two hours and it was time for dinner. Mom put me in a highchair and fed me dinner, me eating as she spooned the baby food into my mouth. As I ate my diaper warmed wetting and messing without even trying it was automatic thing for me now and I barely realize what was going on in my diaper. When ever I eat I mess and wet, I wet every half hour or so by now.

Mom said I have to stay here at the hospital for three more nights so they can see why I wet my bed so much and how many time a night I wet. So for the next three nights and three days I was treated just like the youngest baby in the ward diapers, bottles, highchairs and my crib.

Now I am on my way home dressed in just cloth diapers and nursery print plastic pants it was a very hot day. We stopped at McDonald’s and I ate in a highchair next to mom’s table. It was now normal for me to use baby things and I did not put up a fuss I was a good baby. I ate more baby food mom had brought with her as she ate her adult food. I was aloud to hold my own bottle so she could eat. I looked like a five-year-old baby in size but I was an eleven-year-old baby. People did not know how old I was one little boy about five said look at the big baby and pointed at me. By now I did not care what people said I just sucked my bottle like a good boy.

Mom changed my diaper in the car and we were on our way home. I fell asleep in the five minute drive home so mom carried me to my crib and I napped until 2:00PM. I woke up to mom changing my wet nap diaper. Mom carried me to the back yard dressed in triple thick diapers with a thick soaker and of course plastic pants. She put me in the new swing set that had a safety kid swing I could not fall out of and started to push me. I realized I was in a baby style swing I could not fall out of I relaxed and sucked my pacifier. Ryan came over and said baby Donny is swinging high mom said yes he is. She asked if he wanted to swing too. He said he is a big boy and can swing in the big boy swing. He got in the swing next to me and was swinging as high as me in minutes.

When mom finished swinging me she put me in a play yard that she bought for me while I was in the hospital it had a three foot high fence. It was around the place in the backyard that had my sandbox in it. I tried to get up and walk but because of my thick diapers I found I could only crawl so I made my way to my sandbox and started to play in the sand. Ryan opened the gate to the play yard and came in to join me in play. We played for over and hour then he left the play yard to play on his ride on toys. I crawled over to the gate and could not get it open so I started to cry very loud letting my pacifier fall to the end of its keeper. Mom came running out the door and over to me and asked me what was the matter. I was crying so hard I could not answer her.

Mom put my pacifier back into my mouth and held it there until I stopped crying and started to suck on it. Mom carried me into the house and put me in my new playpen while she did the housework, Ryan played outside by himself. I played in my new playpen without even thinking of trying to get out. In the last ten days I have been turned into a toddler that needs help with everything he does.

Mom told me Aunt Judy is in the hospital and Ryan will stay with us for a few days while Aunt Judy has a baby. Ryan came running in to where my playpen was and started to play with the toys that were in the playroom. Since he was going to start kindergarten this fall he was playing with big boy toys while I played with my toddler toys.

While I was in the hospital mom found out that I would not hit puberty for three or four years and I would always be very small. My adult height would be about 4’ or maybe less. Mom was happy to know I would be small for a long time that meant she could control me for a long time. She also found that my bladder would never get very big so it would be better to keep me in diapers and when I get old enough teach me how to change my own diapers.

Mom was done with the housework so she walked over to me and picked me up checking my diaper and as always I was wet. She carried me to my bathroom and started to fill my bath tub for my bath while she removed my T-shirt and diapers. I was lying on my new changing table that was where my toilet use to be. I did not realize my toilet was gone because I did not use it that much and now did not need it anymore. I was using diapers like a baby what would a diaper baby need a toilet for except to play in and mom did not want to have that so she had it removed.

Ryan came in to my bathroom and helped mom give me a bath mom told him he has a new baby brother and his mom will bring him home in two days. She told Ryan he could help his mom with the baby if you want to learn to change a diaper you can practice on Donny. Ryan smiled and said yes. Mom said. Now you have to know how to check a baby’s diaper before you change it and I will show you later. We have to dry Donny off and diaper him now. I was dried off and mom lay me on my changing mat in my room. Mom told Ryan to get a diaper. Ryan had a size 6 Pamper in his hand and said he knows how he seen me get a lot of diaper changes. He pushed my legs in the air and had the diaper under my bottom and let my legs down. He got baby powder and put it on my crotch. He pulled up the front of the diaper and taped it in place on both sides and I was all diapered ready to play.

Mom told Ryan he is a big boy baby sitter he will be a good big brother his new little baby brother. She is going to tell his mommy how he can change a diaper. Ryan was only five-years-old I am eleven but feel like a two-year-old. Since I have not been around kids older than my cousin my social age is just above not potty trained pre-school. My cousin Ryan watches me when there is no adult in the room making sure I don’t get hurt and keep my diapers dry. I don’t know any different since it is all I know.

My cousin and I had fun playing for the next three days with mom taking off work to watch us instead of sending us to daycare. Ryan has learned how to change my diapers just like mom or Aunt Judy can. I let Ryan change my diapers because mom will not know how many I use that way. I have been trying to use up that big supply mom bought at the beginning of summer. I did not know mom has been buying mom every four days.

When the three days was over I spent the rest of the summer at Aunt Judy’s house with Ryan and Sam. Sam is my new baby cousin he sleeps a lot and cries a lot. But I take my afternoon nap in crib and get a lot of diaper changes with Ryan doing most of them. I am just a baby even the way I use all the baby things in the house. Ryan keeps my diapers clean and dry he also helps get me in my crib and highchair. Ryan is just like my big brother looking out for me.

When September came Ryan started to go to first grade leaving me home with my aunt and Sam. I realized I was going to be a baby for a long time with very little hope of getting to be a big boy. Maybe when Sam gets potty trained I can get potty trained too until then I guess I am just a baby.

DON’S STILL IN DIAPERS 3

The after the summer that I turned eleven was over my five-year-old cousin, Ryan was going to first grade that left me at my aunt’s house with my 3 month-old cousin Sam. All Sam did was just what a little baby would do he slept ate and used his diaper and cried. I was still confined to ether a playpen that I was not aloud to stand up in because my aunt or mom would spank me is I did. If I was not in my playpen I was put in my walker that I could not move because my feet were off the floor that way they knew I would not get hurt. The other place I would be is in my highchair. At naptime or bedtime I was in a crib that now had the top removed because I learned not to stand up in it.

To keep me out of trouble I had to wear a harness that had a strap around each elbow and went around my back so I could not use my arms. I could not move my arms up past my chest or out in front of me very far. My ankles had straps that clipped to my belt that kept my legs bent I was just like a non walking toddler I rarely even crawled, why would I need to when I was in my playpen all my toys were with reach and in my walker my toys were handed to me. I was happy to just play with any toddler toy they gave me. I was quiet most of the time because I liked to suck my pacifier when I played. My pacifier was pinned on a string to my clothes so I would not loose it if it fell out of my mouth.

I was being treated like a baby because all my life I have had trouble keeping my pants clean and dry. When I was five-years-old mom had me start wearing underpants the day I started first grade. I had a lot of accidents at school and got a nickname of Baby Donny. That carried on to through the fourth grade when mom took me out of school and started to home-school me. I was smart and after my first year of home school the school system gave me a proficiency test to see where I placed. I passed to the seventh grade but I was only ten-years-old. They told mom my home schooling could continue and I have been home schooled sense when I was eleven I was doing ninth and tenth grade work and passed.

But I was just eleven-years-old I had to stay with my aunt and Sam. I played most of the time except the three hours I had to do school work. I did my school work while sitting in my walker or highchair at the computer. When ever Sam needed a diaper change my diaper was changed too. By now I could not stay dry for no more than 30 or 50 minutes because when I started wearing diapers again I tried to use up the supply so I could get my underpants back. Mom kept buying more and more that meant I would never run out of diapers no matter how many I used. Now I needed three or four diaper changes during my three hour school time.

What would happen would be I would feel the need to pee but just as I felt the need to pee my diaper would get wet. Sometimes I would wet five or ten minutes after my diaper changed and again ten or fifteen minutes later. I did not care because someone would change my diaper within minutes of me wetting it.

Christmas Time

Now Christmas was coming and I could not wait I wanted some new toys to play with I liked Playschool toys they were the best. My cousin Sam was beginning to rollover that meant he would soon be crawling then be walking. I have not been aloud to crawl sense he was born but I knew I could do it, I was a big boy.

Christmas came and I got my Playschool toys and had fun playing with them but I was so limited to where and when I could play sense I was not aloud to crawl or walk. I had to sit a play with them where ever they put me. Then I took a test the school gave me and I pass it the test was the high school graduation test. It meant I did not have to do school work it was just spring break time.

From that time until summertime when Ryan was out of school I was not aloud to even sit up and play with my toys, I had to play on my back like a baby. For the next three months I watched as Sam played with my toys and learning to walk and run.

Summer Time

When summertime came Sam could walk and run leaving me the only little baby for mom and my aunt to care for. I cried, slept, ate and used my diaper just like a baby. After one year of the true baby treatment they stopped strapping me down and I was aloud to go and do what I wanted to do.

But the first morning I woke up with out being strapped in my crib I waited on mom to come and get me up. I had a wet and messy diaper just like I always do every morning. Mom picked me up and carried me to the changing table and changed my diaper then carried me to my highchair strapped me in my highchair and put the tray in front of me. I ate my breakfast and she tried to get me to hold my own bottle. After ten minutes I was using both hands holding my own bottle for the first time in over three months.

Mom took me to my cousin’s house next door and left for work. I was put in the playpen while my cousins played in the playroom. I just lay in my playpen for about an hour then I realized I was free. I tried to roll over it took everything I had to get over on my stomach. I tried to get up on my hands and knees but I was satisfied to move around on my belly. I saw Sam walking and running like a big boy I was still sucking my pacifier like I always do I was still a baby.

It was lunchtime and Aunt Judy came in and picked me up and told my cousins to come eat lunch. Ryan led Sam to the kitchen and I was sat in a highchair next to Sam where we were fed our lunch. I have been fed in a highchair for over a year and it was normal for me. When my diaper warmed I knew I had used my diaper just like Sam did we were both wet and messy babies. Sam was almost one year old I was almost twelve-years-old my size was small still that of a six-year-old.

After lunch it was our naptime after our diaper change I was in my crib that was at Aunt Judy’s house and Sam was in his own crib. We were sucking our bottle on our way to sleep. Ryan was playing outside he did not take naps he was six-years-old. I woke up to Sam standing in his crib wanting out. Aunt Judy came in and checked his diaper to find it dry. She lifted him out and he ran to his toys and started to play. Then she checked my diaper to find I was soaked. After my diaper change I was on my back in the playpen. Again it took a while and I rolled over on my stomach and started to play.

It took about two weeks for me to be able to crawl and another two weeks to start to walk. I was a real big boy now I could walk almost. I had to play in the playpen still because I tried to leave the playroom after I learned to walk. So until I learned to stay in the playroom I had to stay in the playpen.

Five months later Sam was 18 months old and starting to feed himself sitting in a booster seat at the table I was still being fed in my highchair. I did most things Sam could do but he was better than me at most of them. He stopped sucking a pacifier and bottle he was using a training cup.

At naptime Sam did not take a bottle like me so they remove his crib changed it for a toddler bed shaped like Race car just like Ryan’s bed. I was so use to being a baby that I did not care. As long as they fed me and changed my diaper I did not care where I slept or ate. I have not been around kids my own age and did not know any different. My six-year-old cousin was the oldest kid I have been around in four years Ryan is taller and bigger than me I am 46” tall and 55 pounds he is 54” tall and 75 pounds.

Sam is big to he is 40” tall and 44 pounds. Even though Sam was only eighteen months old he started his potty training and within four days he no longer need diapers just Pull-ups and for the next two weeks he had only one accident and his Pull-ups were replaced with real big boy underpants just like Ryan’s. That meant he could move out of the nursery and into Ryan’s room.

I was now the only baby to care for and I was not aloud to do any big boy things just baby things. Ryan and Sam like to play together that left me to play by myself always in my playpen. My aunt told me if I could get out I could go play with my cousins but after hours of trying I gave up and just played with my baby toys. My diapers were always wet because I did not even try to hold my pee I just pee every twenty or thirty minutes without trying to stop. I messed my diaper every time I ate a meal again I did not try to stop it, it was so easy to let it slip into my diaper. I like the feel on warm poop in my diaper when I ate in my highchair.

After almost two years of being a real baby I like to play with only baby toys and to have people treat me like a two-year-old diaper boy. Sam liked to tell people when I need my diaper changed or put my pacifier in my mouth to stop my crying. Sam would feed me or hold my bottle and I let him. My life as a baby is just what I wanted sense I was nine years old. I could use diapers, bottles, pacifiers, cribs, highchairs, baby toys, and anything else baby.

At the age of twelve I was more of a baby than most two-year-olds. At daycare my cousins were in the big kid class I was still in the baby class not even the toddler class the baby class. Because they did not wants the real toddlers to see me and copy me. Baby class was where I belong any how.

D ON’S STILL IN D IAPERS 4

Now that I go to daycare with my cousins I go to the baby class Sam goes to toddler class Ryan the big kid class. In baby class I play with baby toys map in a crib get fed in a highchair and have fun. My diapers are changed as needed every hour or more often if they get messy. I am twelve years old and don’t care if people call me big baby.

Sam keeps asking me if I need to potty when we play together. He tells some one older when I wet or mess my diaper Ryan or my aunt changes me. I have not gone through puberty so I have no privet hair and it is easy to change my messy diaper just like a real baby. A few baby wipes and I am all cleaned up.

Since I am twelve years old and passed the high school graduation test I no longer need to go to school so I can play and play. But the adults have a plan to potty train me so they will not have to change my diapers anymore.

At day care there were three other boys in baby class that were ready to be potty trained so the day care told me I would have to go with them to toddler class where the boys were 2 to 5 years old. Mrs. Smith told me and the other boys in potty training the rules:

1. You start wearing cloth training pants no plastic under your pants.

2. If you wet your training pants you have to wear Pull-ups with no pants.

3. If you wet your Pull-up you get your pants changed in the middle of the room.

4. If you wet a second pair of Pull-ups you get a bare bottom spanking in the middle of the room and diapered with out a shirt or pants to hide your diaper.

5. The second day if you were wearing a diaper or Pull-up the day before you start out the day as if you were in your last pair of Pull-ups so if you wet them you are spanked and diapered on your first accident.

6. If you are clean and dry for three day you get big boy under pants.

7. If you mess your pants at any time in toddler class you are spanked and diapered.

When my cousins and I got to daycare instead of getting lead to baby class I was lead with Sam to toddler class. Where I was asked if I remember the potty rules and I said yes they were easy. I knew this would be the fastest potty training the day care ever seen. I ran to the big boy toys and started to have more fun than I have had in a year. Within an hour I felt my pants get damp and warm and realized I had soaked my training pants. All the kids were pointing at me a giggling as Mrs. led me to the corner of the room and changed my wet clothes putting a Pull-up on me with a dry tee shirt. I ran to start playing again and soon the other kids stopped teasing me and we had fun. But Mrs. started to check on the potty training boys they were all clean and dry until she checked me. She found me wet but I don’t remember wetting. She changed my wet Pull-up and sent me to play. When lunchtime came Mrs. checked my Pull-up found it wet and led me to the center of the room where she removed my Pull-up and started to spank me while the other boys watched. I was crying after the second of ten spanks. I was put back in diapers led to the lunch area where a table for the big boys and a highchair for diaper boys was sitting. I was fed in my highchair just like the past months. Since I was the only diaper boy none of the other kids wanted to play with me I had to play by my self. Maybe tomorrow I can be a big boy like the other potty training boys. On the way home I messed and wet my diaper and Ryan changed me before dinner. After dinner I played until my bath and bedtime 8:00 PM. By 8:30 I was asleep in my crib dreaming about being a big boy. Mom woke me and changed my wet night diaper and fed me my breakfast. On the way to daycare I wet my training pants so when I got to class I was spanked and diapered. I realized that this potty training thing was hard and it would take me a while longer than I first thought. No matter how hard I tried I failed potty training and six weeks later I was back in baby class waiting on the next potty training class to start.