    My Neighbor

    This story is about my parent's neighbor. This story is based on a true
    experience that happened to me. It was a dream of a lifetime. I have
    added a few little twists. Read this story and let me know which you
    think is truth or fantasy. You might be surprised but not disappointed.

    	When I was a child of 5 and up to 7 years of age, I was a severe
    bedwetter. My mom forced me to wear diapers and plastic pants every
    night. Little did she know that I actually enjoyed it. After 7 I out
    grew bedwetting and really missed the soft feel of a nice large diaper
    surrounded by crinkly plastic pants. I always had this feeling that I
    wanted to wear diapers again. When I turned 15 I went out and bought
    some cloth diapers. I could not find plastic pants that would fit me. I
    was not aware of all the incontinence supply stores at the time. One
    day when I was home from school there was a moving van next to my
    parents' house and there was a new family moving in. It was a couple in
    their late twenties and they were moving baby furniture. I watched with
    anticipation, first a changing table, then a crib, dresser, diaper pail
    and so on. She was a slender woman, brunette hair, blue eyes, good
    looking. I watched her go to her car and take what looked to be a 1
    year old boy out of his car seat. She then proceeded to open the back
    passenger door and let out her 3 year old daughter. I put on my diapers
    under my shorts and walked over to introduce myself. As walked over to
    see her I noticed her son standing in the front yard. She began to pull
    his pants down to his ankles exposing his frosty plastic pants and
    diapers. She pulled his plastic pants down to his ankles and began to
    un pin his very soaked diaper.
    	As I approached her she said, "I got a very wet baby, I'm Sharon,
    What's your name?".
    	I got a huge erection and she was kneeling over her son. She
    looked at my pants as they were at the same level of her head. I
    wondered, did she notice my diapers or my huge erection that was
    smashing against my diaper?. She began to smile as she gazed at my
    bulging shorts. I began to turn bright red. If she would have touched
    my pants I would have shot a load across the yard. She finished
    changing his diaper and pulled up his plastic pants noticing that I was
    watching with great anticipation. She said, "come over later and we
    will chat sometime."
    	A few weeks went by and we talked all the time. I watched her
    change her son hundreds of times and she knew that I enjoyed it. I
    think she used to change her son whether he was wet on not in front of
    me just to see my reaction. It was the final two weeks of school and I
    had to do a documentary for a speech class final. I thought, how about
    the care of infants. I went over to her house and knocked on her back
    door. She opened the back door holding a pair of plastic pants. She
    began swinging them around her finger deliberately trying to make me
    have an erection. She stared at my crotch and began to laugh. I asked
    if she would be willing to help with a documentary on the care of
    infants. Sharon smiled and said, "I got a better idea, your mom asked
    me to keep an eye on you while they are in Florida for the next two
    weeks. I told her, why don't you let him stay with me as my daughter
    and husband are visiting his parents in Maryland for the next two
    weeks. That way you can get a hands on approach to child care. Your mom
    said she would feel better if you stayed with me."
    	I said "great!" and went back home with again a huge erection and
    watched my parents load their bags into the car in preparation of their
    trip. My mom said, "Sharon has become a good friend and I think it's
    good you are staying at her house. Do everything she tells you and I
    told her if you cause any trouble to spank you." I kissed my parents
    goodbye and sat down in my bedroom. The phone began to ring, it was
    Sharon. She said, "well are you coming over?" I packed some underwear
    and clothes, I thought about my diapers but decided not to. Besides,
    Sharon had plenty of them. I could sneak into the nursery and grab some
    one night. I knocked on her back door and she opened the door extremely
    excited.
    	Sharon said, " you're going to learn lots of things about child
    care and we're going to have lots of fun." She made dinner that evening
    and during dinner she kept staring at my pants. Little did I know she
    had been putting drugs in my pop to make me lose control of my bladder.
    We talked for a while and Sharon pulled out a piece of paper and handed
    it to me. I picked it up and it was a contract. It stated:

    I (my name) will obey Sharon at all times and will do what she wants
    within reason. If I refuse or cause Sharon any trouble she has
    permission to punish me within reason.

    	I said, "what's this?"
    	She said, "since I am your guardian I must protect myself, don't
    worry about it, just sign it."
    	I asked, "I've never seen you smoke, you don't smoke, do you?"
    	Sharon said, " I used to but I quit for awhile."
    	"Good, because I don't like cigarette smoke."
    	I signed it at she let out a giggle followed by a big smile. Now
    go take a bath and you can get ready for bed. I put my clothes that I
    packed into the spare bedroom and undressed. I went into the bathroom
    where she was running my bath. I was in my underwear. Sharon said,
    "don't be shy, and take off you underpants and hand them to me."
    	I turned red again and Sharon said, "don't be shy, you don't have
    anything I haven't seen before."
    	I pulled down my underpants and handed them to her. She laughed,
    and under her breath I heard her say walking out of the bathroom,
    "besides, you won't need them anyway."
    	I took a long bath, the warm water felt great. She yelled, "Don't
    you pee in that tub." I got out of the tub and wrapped the towel around
    my waist. I headed into the bedroom and looked for my pajamas. They
    were nowhere to be found, and neither were any of my other clothes.
    Sharon yelled out, "in here, you're in the wrong bedroom." I walked
    into the nursery and found Sharon sitting in the rocking chair, I
    looked around the room and there were to cribs.
    	"Welcome to diapering 101," she said. "There's no better way to
    learn about child care than to experience it yourself, don't you
    agree?"
    	She motioned for me to come over to the bed, she pulled off my
    towel. She went over to the changing table and grabbed 2 diapers. pins
    and a pair of plastic pants that would fit me.
    	"I'm not wearing those."
    	"Yes you are," she yelled. I know you want to wear these, so stop
    the act. The day I met you, you were wearing diapers under your shorts,
    weren't you?"
    	"How could you tell?"
    	"A mother knows," as she laughed. "I also went to the trouble of
    buying you plastic pants that would fit you." She showed me two dozen
    pairs- frosty, clear, yellow, blue, and even pink. "Now lie down on the
    bed and lets get started."
    	She picked up a tube of Desitin and began rubbing my penis and
    balls, tickling my penis at times. She lifted my legs and rubbed my
    bottom all over. After that she picked up a can of Johnson baby powder
    and put it to her nose.
    	"I love the smell of baby powder don't you, especially if its on
    you?"
    	She sprinkled the powder over my bottom, let my legs down and
    sprinkled the powder over my now erect penis and balls. She smiled and
    said, "should we do something about that?" and then winked. She let me
    lie there and just smiled at me for a while. Next she took both diapers
    and put them together with great precision. She lifted my legs and
    placed the diapers under my bottom. She sprinkled more powder on my
    diapers.
    	"I wouldn't want my baby to get a rash." She picked up the diaper
    pins and put them between her teeth. She grabbed the diaper between my
    legs and pulled them up to my belly button. The soft white cloth was
    heavenly.
    	"These are double diapers for heavy wetting," she said. She took
    the first pin out of her teeth and pinned my side. Next she pulled the
    diaper tight and pinned the other side with only the precision an
    experienced mother would have. Next she said, "if you wear cloth
    diapers you must always wear plastic pants. I never want to see you in
    just a diaper. You will wear plastic pants at all times, understood?"
    	I nodded yes.
    	"Now, what color do you what to wear?"
    	"How about the clear ones," I responded.
    	"Good choice, we can see what's going on in your pants, it's
    easier to tell when you wet."
    	"I'm not going to wet my pants."
    	Sharon again laughed. "Right, your mom told me you were a heavy
    bedwetter when you were young. Once a bedwetter, always a bedwetter."
    	She grabbed the clear plastic pants and shook them, then
    sprinkled baby powder in them. She carefully opened the leg holes and
    pulled them over my feet. She slowly pulled them up to my knees and
    over my thighs.
    	"Stand up so I can make sure your plastic pants are covering all
    your diapers. She pulled them up to my waist and snapped the waist
    band. It made a distinctive sound that only plastic pants make. It was
    a familiar sound from my childhood.
    	"I really don't need these, but I will wear them."
    	Sharon said, "I'll make you a deal. If your diaper is dry by
    morning then you won't have to wear these anymore, Ok?"
    	"Deal."
    	Sharon grabbed a onesie and put it on me.
    	"Somehow I think you planned this." She just smiled and laughed.
    She put me into the crib and pulled up the side. She walked over to the
    changing table and pulled out a pair of yellow plastic pants and put
    them over the post of my crib.
    	"These are for the morning, oh that's right you won't need
    these," as she began laughing. "Goodnight my babies." She turned the
    light off and I heard her lock the door. I fell fast asleep and woke up
    3 hours later with the worst pain. I had to pee so badly it hurt. The
    urge got stronger and stronger. Finally I could not hold it and I let
    go. I could feel the warm flow flood my double diapers, I was totally
    soaked. Every inch of my diaper was wet. My plastic pants leaked a
    little onto my onesie, but not bad. I fell back asleep to the smell of
    cigarette smoke. About an hour later I heard the door open and in the
    dark I could faintly see the red ember of a cigarette. She walked up to
    my crib and put her hand between my plastic pants and my leg. She
    whispered, "you're soaked, great."
    	She pulled her hand out and left the room and relocked the door,
    I woke up for a second and thought I smelled smoke. No I thought I'm
    just dreaming. I awoke with Sharon standing over my crib holding the
    yellow plastic pants.
    	"Yes, no, I think yes, lets find out." She pulled my blanket down
    exposing my slightly wet onesie. "Next time we will use 3 or 4 diapers,
    that should do it. Come over to the bed so we can change your diapers."
    	She slowly pulled down my plastic pants because there were pee
    puddles in them. She unpinned my diapers and put my plastic pants and
    diapers in the diaper pail. She took out some baby wipes and began to
    wipe my bottom, she moved up to my balls and began to stoke my penis.
    	"What a cute pee pee," she said, "but we need to lose the hair."
    	Next thing I know she was cutting off all my pubic hair, "Babies
    don't have pubic hair." Again I was sprouting an erection. She looked
    at my hard penis and said, "you enjoy this to much, lets see how you
    like it after you cum." She grabbed a jar of Vaseline and smeared it
    all over my stiff penis. She then wrapped her fingers around my penis
    and said, "slow or fast?"
    	"Whatever you want to do, I don't care." She began stroking my
    penis slowly, saying "don't hold back, my little bedwetter." She
    stroked harder and harder, faster and faster, yelling, "cum, my baby,
    cum, let go!"
    	I could not hold it any longer. I shot a load all up my chest and
    all over her hand. She wiped off my chest and her hand with a diaper
    and smiled. It was true, I felt embarrassed after I came. It was no
    longer sexual but reality. I turned red again and looked the other way.
    Sharon said, "it works, you don't like being in diapers after sex."
    	She finished cleaning me up and took a diaper from the changing
    table. slid it under my bottom and pinned it tightly.
    	"Is yellow okay?"
    	"Yes," I said. She stood me up and made me step into the plastic
    pants. She pulled them up to my waist and again snapped the waist band.
    Then she winked.
    	"Oh, by the way," I said, "I thought I smelled cigarette smoke
    last night."
    	"That was Betty, you know she smokes." She was another neighbor
    and a friend of my parents and Sharon's.
    	"You didn't tell her about me, did you?"
    	Sharon replied, "she knows you're staying with me, that's all.
    Now go and play in the family room while I change your brother."
    	Later she walked over to me and handed me a bottle. "Here's your
    morning bottle." Again she had put drugs in it to make me pee
    uncontrollably.
    	A few days went bye and I was wetting all the time. I could not
    control myself. Sharon asked if I was up to her trying some other
    things. Like an idiot, I said yes. It was a typical day of diapering.
    She woke me up in the morning and changed my soaked diaper. I had my
    usual bottle and then she made me take a nap. I had been asleep for a
    few hours and awoke to voices. I could smell cigarette smoke so I knew
    it was Betty. I yelled to Sharon to ask if I could get up and she said,
    "come out and say hi to Betty!" I was only in diapers and plastic
    pants. I could not let Betty see me this way. I grabbed a pair of
    shorts from the closet to put over my plastic pants. Every time I would
    walk you hear the crinkling of my plastic pants. I walked out of the
    nursery and to the edge of family room where Betty was sitting and
    smoking. I asked, "Where's Sharon?"
    	"She is downstairs washing your diapers and plastic pants. You
    can come over here and see me, I know you are wearing diapers and
    plastic pants. Who do you think told her where to buy plastic pants
    that would fit you?"
    	I walked over to her and she grabbed the sides of my pants and
    felt the diaper pins. She put her cigarette in her mouth and took both
    her hands and pulled down my shorts, exposing my plastic pants. She
    inhaled her cigarette and blew her smoke right at my pants.
    	"Looks like you diaper is wet. Do you want me to change you? I
    have changed lots of diapers."
    	Just as she started to remove my frosty plastic pants, Sharon
    came out of the basement with a cigarette between her fingers holding
    my clean diapers and a few pairs of plastic pants. She shouted, "not
    yet, he enjoys it too much!"
    	Betty said, "What do you mean?"
    	"I'll show you," replied Sharon.
    	"I thought you didn't smoke!" I screamed at Sharon.
    	"Betty got me started again and I enjoy it." Sharon walked over
    to me and pulled down my plastic pants to my knees. She unpinned one
    side of my wet diaper and said to Betty, "Watch this." She took a clean
    pair of plastic pants and hug them on my partial erection. She put her
    cigarette to her lips, took a long draw and blew it on my penis. My
    penis got harder and harder. Every time she took a long draw off her
    cigarette and blew it on my penis it got rock hard. She grabbed a
    diaper in the same hand holding her cigarette and wrapped it around my
    penis. Betty said, "let me do it." She put her cigarette in her mouth
    and began stroking my penis with the diaper. Sharon began shouting,
    "harder, faster, cum my little bedwetter, cum my baby, shoot you load
    diaper boy, let it go!" Betty stroked and stroked till I shot a huge
    load into the diaper. She opened the diaper to see all the cum and
    said, "nice job, Johnny."
    	Sharon said, "look at his face, he's embarrassed. She was right I
    didn't like being diapered again.
    	Betty said, "allow me." She unpinned the other side of my diaper
    and let it fall. Then she pulled off my plastic pants the rest of the
    way, smoking the whole time and blowing smoke in my face. Sharon
    brought her some wipes and Betty cleaned my balls and my penis. She
    lifted my legs and placed two clean soft white diapers under my bottom.
    She sprinkled baby powder in my diapers and all over my penis. She
    yanked on my penis laughing, "ready to go again?" She pinned the
    diapers with skill and made me step into a fresh pair of plastic pants,
    pulling them up to my waist. Sharon looked at me and said, "I could not
    do this with my baby, but I can do it with you."
    	She took a Newport cigarette out of the pack, placed it in her
    lips and lit it. She took a long draw, you could see her cheeks suck
    in, she took her hand and opened my leg band of my plastic pants. She
    put her mouth between my leg and the opening of the plastic pants, She
    took a long exhale and put all the smoke inside my pants.
    	"I always wanted to see how long it would last." She and Betty
    were laughing and smacking my plastic pants and watching the smoke puff
    out. It was getting late and Betty went home. Sharon got me ready for
    bed and placed me in the crib.
    	"Make sure you are wet tonight," she said.
    	"Why?"
    	"Just make sure you're wet, OK?"
    	It was about 2 in the morning and I heard the door open. I could
    see the lit end of her cigarette the red glare as she would draw and
    exhale. She took the cigarette off her lips and put it between her
    fingers. She reached for my blanket, pulled it back and unsnapped my
    onesie. She began to rub my plastic pants on top where my penis was. I
    could see the red glow of her cigarette between her fingers as she
    rubbed me harder and harder. She whispered, "cum my baby, cum my little
    bedwetter, cum, diaper boy!" It worked again and I shot a load in my
    diaper. She was getting good and fast at making me cum. She reached
    under my diaper and felt my cum filled wet diaper. Then I felt
    something I never felt before, a burning sensation. She put out her
    cigarette on my penis. Now I know why she told me to make sure I was
    wet. It didn't hurt much because I was wet.
    	For the rest of the week we played all kinds of diaper games with
    her smoking most of the time. but those are other stories. The time
    went to quick and I went home much wiser and more stimulated. A few
    years later she moved away. I never saw her again and I often wonder
    where she is and what she is doing. I have some great pictures that
    remind me from time to time.

    My Neighbor: Chapter 2

    	The night went very fast. I awoke in the morning to the smell of
    cigarette smoke again. I felt my oneses being unsnapped and her long
    cold fingers underneath my plastic pants. I heard her mumble,
    	"nice and soaked, good". I opened my eyes and there was Sharon
    standing over my crib with a cigarette hanging on her lips.
    	"Good morning my sweet little bed wetter. Its time for you to get
    up. She lowered the side of my crib like she did every morning to
    change my diaper but she turned around and started to walk out of the
    room.
    	"Aren't you going to change me?"
    	"In a little while, right now its better if you are wet". She
    took off my oneses and dressed me in a diaper shirt and walked out of
    the room. She called out from the family room and said, "come on in and
    sit with me."
    	I walked into the room wearing only a very soaked diaper with a
    small puddle of pee in the crotch of my plastic pants and started to
    sit down on the couch. Sharon was sitting in an overstuffed high back
    chair and was sitting all the way to the back of the chair, which left
    a space in front of her lap. She patted the space in front of her with
    her hand and said,
    	"No, sit here with me. She had her legs up on the footstool. I
    stepped over her legs and sat pretty much in her lap." I like the feel
    of your plastic pants in my lap especially when they're filled with
    warm pee."
    	We were watching TV when Sharon took her right hand and laid it
    on top of my plastic pants. She began to slowly rub my penis through my
    baby pants. My plastic pants crinkled and cracked with every stroke of
    her hand. She reached over on the table with her left hand, took a
    cigarette out of the pack, placed it in her lips and lit it.
    	"You're smoking again, you promised me you wouldn't," I said.
    	"Betty got me started again, I can't give it up, I enjoy it to
    much and you'll have to live with it. Besides, by the feel of your
    little baby penis you don't seem to mind it. You get what you want,
    it's only fair that I get what I want. She puffed away and blew the
    smoke in my lap while she began to rub my penis harder.
    	"That feel good, my little diaper boy? You like when I rub your
    little baby penis, don't you? Don't hold back on me, I know when your
    little baby penis shoots his load."
    	She rubbed harder and harder, squeezing my penis as she rubbed.
    She began to move her hips as she stroked me and began to moan.
    	"You said you get what you want and I get what I want. Sharon
    what do you want. Shhhhhhhh, you will know when I'm ready."
    	She continued to rub and squeeze my super hard throbbing penis,
    still blowing smoke in my lap. She pulled it harder and harder, fast
    and slow.
    	"Cum, my baby, shoot your little load, fill that diaper with your
    milky cream."
    	She began thrusting her pelvis into my butt. She was rubbing so
    hard, I thought she would rub through my plastic pants and diaper. By
    now my penis was so hard it hurt, she reached for the baby oil and put
    it in the palm of her right hand. She reached inside my diaper and
    grabbed my penis in her right hand stroking it very fast, up and down
    squeezing all the time. She knew I was close to cumming. It felt so
    wonderful I had my eyes closed. As she continued to vigorously stroke
    my penis with her right hand she reached over and lit another
    cigarette, holding it in her left hand without missing a stroke. I was
    very close to climax and so was she
    	Don't cum yet," she yelled.
    	"I can't help it!" I screamed. She laughed and took her left hand
    with the cigarette between her fingers and held open my plastic pants.
    She opened my left diaper pin and pulled back my soaked and smelly
    diaper exposing my penis in her right hand.
    	"Now," she cried out. "Now cum, diaper boy!!!"
    	I released a huge load of milky white cream into her hand, as I
    un- loaded she took her left hand with her cigarette and put it out on
    my penis. I felt the heat of her cigarette burn my penis as I opened my
    eyes to see what was going on, I felt my diaper filling up with poop.
    She moaned and giggled like a school girl and said, "That's what I
    wanted, baby. It smells like you just loaded you pants. Did you poop in
    your diaper?"
    	"Yes," I said with my head down. I never had before. I always
    used the bathroom to poop. Sharon laughed and said, "I guess I scared
    the poop out of you. It's all right, you are a baby. Don't be
    embarrassed. You won't need to use the bathroom anymore. I'm used to
    changing poopy diapers. Now let's go change those poopy pants."
    	She picked up her pack of cigarettes and lighter. We walked into
    the nursery. As I stood there as she pulled a cigarette out of the
    pack, put to lips and lit it. She grabbed the sides of my plastic pants
    and slowly pulled them down carefully, not to let any pee hit the
    floor, talking baby talk to me as she began to change me. The cigarette
    jumped up and down on her lips as she talked to me. Again I didn't like
    being diapered after cumming. She knew that and took delight in
    embarrassing me.
    	"Lay down so I can pull off this stinky, poopy diaper."
    	She un-pinned my diaper and lifted my legs while pulling out the
    old diaper. I lay there naked, cold and smelly as she rinsed my diaper
    in the toilet. After rinsing my dirty diaper, she took the diaper and
    plastic pants and tossed them in the diaper pale. She took some baby
    wipes and cleaned my dirty butt, balls and penis. She rubbed baby
    lotion all over my penis and balls. I started to get another small
    erection; she took the cigarette out of her mouth and started to put it
    near my penis. She said, "just kidding" and started laughing. She put
    the cigarette back in her mouth and picked up the baby powder
    sprinkling it over my penis.
    	"We got to protect this thing; I'm not done with it."
    	She grabbed two diapers, lifted my legs and pulled the fresh
    smelling, thick white flannel diapers under my butt. She pinned them
    tighter this time.
    	"If you're going to poop in these then I don't want any accidents
    in your plastic pants." She got up walked over to the changing table
    and picked out a pair of light blue plastic pants.
    	"Feeling blue today," she winked. She shook out the plastic pants
    (I love that sound) and shook baby powder into them. She knelt back
    down next to me and slipped the pants over my feet. She worked them up
    to my knees and said, "stand up, Mr. poopy pants, so I can finish
    putting these baby pants on you."
    	She pulled them over my double diapers and made sure all my
    diapers were covered by the plastic pants with the traditional snapping
    of the waistband.
    	"Time for a nap." She put me in the crib, handed me a bottle and
    raised the side up.
    	I awoke a few hours later and I was a little wet but not soaked.
    I yelled for Sharon to get up. She walked in and lowered the side of
    the crib so I could get out. I followed her to the family room and saw
    Betty sitting there smoking as usual. Betty said "I like your pretty
    "blue plastic pants, come here so I can see them."
    	I walked over to her and she immediately stuck her fingers under
    my plastic pants to see if I was wet.
    	"Sharon, he's a little wet, but doesn't need to be changed 'tll
    morning."
    	She rubbed her hand across my pants and said, "these are soft
    plastic pants. Sharon cares about you and buys you nice plastic pants,
    so your pants and bed stay dry."
    	I looked at Sharon and said I need to use the bathroom. Sharon
    said, "you're wearing your bathroom, use your diapers."
    	"I have to poop."
    	Sharon said, "I thought you understood earlier when you pooped in
    your diaper you lost all bathroom privileges."
    	"Just go in your diaper, its ok, that's why they are pinned
    tighter, remember."
    	I really had to go bad; Betty could see it on my face."
    	"Johnny, just spread your legs a little bit and act like you're
    sitting on the toilet."
    	Betty said, "come over here and I'll help you."
    	She opened my stance up and placed her hand on the back of my
    plastic pants.
    	"Ok Johnny, just relax and push it out."
    	I groaned and squinted and pushed.
    	"That's a good boy," she said. "Relax."
    	It came out with ease, like I was always use to pooping in a
    diaper although it was a feeling I didn't care for. Betty felt me fill
    my diaper and yelled, "Sharon, he loaded his pants!"
    	She put her cigarette in her mouth and pulled the back of my
    plastic pants open. She then took her finger and pulled the back of my
    diaper open and said, "Johnny, for a guy who didn't want to poop in his
    diaper you're a natural."
    	She snapped my plastic pants back and took her hand and pushed it
    against my butt, smashing my poop into my butt when Sharon wasn't
    looking. Betty told me to sit down on the floor, Sharon yelled, "No!"
    It was too late. I really made a mess then.
    	"Thanks, Betty."
    	Betty started laughing and said, "Sharon, you can't have all the
    fun. You need to share Johnny with us."
    	Sharon said, "I will need a babysitter. Would you like to sit for
    me, Betty?"
    	Betty's eyes lit up with excitement.
    	"My daughters and I would love to." I thought to myself, "here we
    go!!"