Name: Mike
Email: abboyupst8ny@yahoo.com
Ages: 6, 10
Current Age: 24

My story isn't all that interesting but it is how I became in AB. I 
guess I have always had an interest in diapers and that is what leads 
me to experiment with them. My mother was a stay-at-home mom and she 
babysat for a friend during the day. The boy she babysat for, Alan was 
3, and he had an older brother, Phil who was 8. Phil was a bedwetter 
and lived my ideal life. His mother diapered him at night. She would 
check him in the morning, and if he had wet that meant diapers the next 
night. During the summer or on weekends if he woke up to a wet diaper 
that meant the entire day in diapers.

She was very cruel and open about his bedwetting, and I guess maybe 
thought she could humiliate him out of it. I remember being kind of 
jealous of the attention he got from the bedwetting and diapers. I 
stayed over a few times and tried wetting my bed, but his mother would 
just wash my underwear the next day. I had hoped that she would either 
diaper me in the morning or tell my mother and suggest I be put in 
diapers. That never happened and I never wet at home frequently enough 
for my mother to become concerned.

I just couldn't shake my desire to wear diapers though. One day I when 
I was 6 I had my chance my mother was out shopping with my sister, who 
was two years older than me. She left me home with my oldest sister who 
was 12 at the time. My sister was out in the living room talking on the 
phone. I snuck out of my room and into the hall closet where Alan's 
diapers were kept. I took one of the Pampers out of the box and ran 
back to my room. I quickly stripped off my pants and underwear and sat 
down on the unfolded diaper. I remember how good it felt as I pulled 
the front up between my legs. I was truly happy as I began to attach 
the tapes, but was interrupted by my door opening. My sister had heard 
me in the hallway and wanted to see what I was up to. She was shocked. 
She made me finish putting the diaper on and come sit in the living 
room. She told me I was in big trouble when my mom got home. I sat 
there crying and begging her not to tell mom. It fell on deaf ears, and 
my mother soon arrived home. She saw me sitting on the living room 
floor in a t-shirt and diaper and asked what was going on. My sister 
explained what happened and my mother was furious. She took the diaper 
off and spanked me in front of my two sisters. She was more mad about 
my stealing one of Alan's diapers than she was about me wearing 
diapers. She took my stolen diaper and put it on her dresser, she would 
later show my father (when he returned from sea) and Alan's mother. She 
sent me to my room and told me to think about what I had done.

I thought that was the end of it, until my mother came into my room 
later with a cardboard box, I later learned she had retrieved from the 
garage. She scolded me and told me that if I wanted to wear diapers I 
was going to wear diapers. The box contained my baby clothes and toys. 
She pulled out two cloth diapers and a pair of plastic pants. I was 
very scared because I could tell my mom was mad. I stood their crying 
as she pushed me back onto my bed and took my pants off. She angrily 
said, "don't cry, baby." She proceeded to diaper me and then told me to 
stand up. She had me step into the plastic pants and pulled them up 
over my diaper. She then informed me that I was going to be wearing 
diapers for the rest of the week. She told me that if I needed to be 
changed I was to ask her or my sister and that I would not be wearing 
pants during that time. She took a baby bottle from the box and went to 
the kitchen. She returned and it was now filled with milk. She fed me 
the bottle and told me to go to bed (at 6 pm). I couldn't sleep; I was 
scared and embarrassed. I tried not to think about what had happened 
that day, but could not concentrate on anything except the bulk I felt 
between my legs, now hidden beneath my blanket. The cloth felt a lot 
different than the Pamper I had on earlier. All my longing for diapers 
had been to where Pampers like Alan and Phil. This felt more like a 
punishment than a dream come true.

For the rest of the week I tried to stay inside as much as possible. 
The only day I left the house is when my mother took us to the beach. I 
cried most of the time and tried to hide with my towel, but my mother 
took it away and told me to go play (there is a photo of me at the 
beach that day somewhere, I'm afraid to ask my mother if it is still in 
a photo album). Nobody really said anything about my diaper (other than 
my sisters). I guess since I was so small and skinny I may have looked 
young enough to be in diapers. The end of the week came and I just 
wanted the humiliation to be over with. My mother didn't really mention 
the incident after that.

My next experience with diapers came when I was 11. I don't know 
whether I was being particularly whiny or annoying, or whether my 
sisters were just particularly mad at me. The always complained that I 
was the baby of the family and got what ever I wanted because I was the 
only boy and the youngest child. My sisters told me that they were 
going to put me in baby diapers. I said that I didn't want to and that 
they wouldn't fit anyway. I thought they were just trying to scare me, 
and was shocked when my sister came out of her room with a package of 
Luvs. The oldest opened the package while my other sister grabbed me 
and held onto me. They forced me to the ground and took my pants. I 
squirmed like crazy and tried to fight them off. The end result was a 
lousy diapering job, but I was wearing it nonetheless. They told me 
that if I didn't sit there and be quiet like a good baby they would 
tell my mother I wanted to wear diapers again. I did as they told, and 
they allowed me to go put pants on before my mother arrived home from 
work (my parents had divorced and we had moved from CA to NY). I was in 
my room and my mother returned home. My sisters had told her that they 
found me in diapers. She stormed into my room furious. She pulled my 
pants down revealing the diaper. She spanked me for a solid five 
minutes. She asked me where I got the diapers, and I told her my 
sisters. She spanked me again and told me to stop lying. I could do 
nothing to convince her and the more I tried the angrier she got. She 
took another Luvs and rediapered me. They fit, but it was tight. She 
told me she didn't know what to do with me and then left the room. My 
butt was throbbing and I was crying, but even worse, I realized I had 
to go to the bathroom. I wasn't sure if she would be more upset if used 
the diaper or if I took it off and went to the bathroom. I decided to 
hold it until she came back to my room.

The pressure on my bladder continued to build, I fought against it. I 
hadn't wet my pants since the last time I was in diapers at age 6. I 
couldn't hold it anymore and flooded the diaper. I left my room to try 
to find my mother, but my sister found me before I could. She looked at 
me and smiled. She yelled to my mother "Mom!!! The baby wet his 
diaper!" My mother scolded me for leaving my room, and then sent my 
sister to get another diaper from the package, which was now in my 
room. She returned with the diaper and looked on with amusement as my 
mother quickly changed me and sent me to bed. My mother woke me up the 
next morning. "Time to get ready for school" she said. I got out of bed 
and got ready to get out of my PJ's. She stopped me. "I'll do that," 
she said. She took off my bottoms and pushed me back on the bed. She 
took off the disposable and grabbed a new one. I was mortified. I 
couldn't wear a diaper to school, at least when I was 6 we were on 
summer break. She put me in a diaper and finished getting me dressed. I 
went to school that day so nervous that somebody would notice. I don't 
think anybody did, and I only hoped that I wouldn't still be in diapers 
the next day because I had gym. I got home from school, relieved that 
nobody had found me out, although my sisters had already told their 
friends. When my mother came home she told me to take off my pants. I 
was not allowed pants in the house again. I was changed when I was wet. 
I wasn't sure how long this would last.

I awoke the next morning to the same routine as the previous day. The 
day went similarly as well, except for gym, but I just changed in a 
stall rather than in the locker room. When my mother returned from work 
that night she took my pants off and told me to help her with the 
groceries. I went outside after a little tantrum and got the groceries. 
Fortunately we live in the country and nobody was driving by. When we 
got the groceries inside she took out three bags of Attends youth 
diapers. I knew the Luvs were almost gone and thought that might be the 
end of my punishment. My head sunk as she told me to go put them in my 
closet. She told me that as soon as those diapers were gone we would 
discuss whether or not I would be kept in diapers longer. The Attends 
presented a big problem for me. They were much bigger and bulkier than 
the baby diapers. The first time I was changed into one I was shocked 
at how babyish they looked me just because of the way they fit. I was 
not going to be able to hide them. Sure enough, the first day at school 
people had noticed the bulk and the diapers sticking out of the top of 
my pants. From that day until the day I graduated high school I was 
known as "diaper boy."

(PART 2)

As I lay there, trying to fall asleep. I could smell the strong scent 
of powder all over my body. Mr.Rodrigue had loaded me with it, and I 
now smelt, felt, and looked exactly like an infant. My diaper was 
clean, but I knew it wouldn't be for long. I knew that tomorrow they 
would have an even bigger day for me......

I was awoken by the touch of Mr. Nathan patting my pampered bum. "How's 
the little guy doing this morning?" I was so pissed off all I could 
blurt out was, "fuck you!" The smile on his face brightened even more 
as he said, "We are going to fix that potty mouth of yours, young man." 
With that he left the room.

About 15 minutes later, Mr. Wallach, Mr. Rodrigue, and Mr. Nathan came 
back in. "Bath time," Mr. Wallach said. They all grabbed me as I kicked 
trying to get free. But it was no use. Mr. Nathan had my arms and Mr. 
Wallach had my legs. And I was hauled off to the bathroom kicking and 
crying. Mr. Rodrigue turned on the bath water as Mr. Wallach and Mr. 
Nathan got my diaper off. I tried to stop them from once again seeing 
me naked, but I couldn't. "Don't you worry, little buddy," Mr. Wallach 
said. "Were going to be seeing you naked for a very long time,". With 
that, I was slapped on my wrist and my diaper was untaped. I was stood 
up as Mr. Rodrigue was putting Johnson & Johnson Baby Wash into the tub 
to add more of a babyish vibe, and to of course make me smell like one. 
I was forcing myself not to be put into that tub. Sobbing now, I tried 
my hardest to get away, but Mr. Nathan gave me a swift swat on my bum 
and I was placed into the tub. Full Of baby wash and water, I was 
washed down multiple times with a washcloth just to increase the 
embarrassment. My pee pee was washed more than 5 times to make me feel 
even more humiliated.

When I was all clean. Mr. Wallach put some Johnson's Baby Shampoo into 
his palm. Filling his hand completely with almost half the bottle, he 
started scrubbing and scrubbing and scrubbing my hair until it smelt 
baby fresh and was shiny clean. I was rinsed off, and then taken out of 
the tub and dried with a sesame street towel. Mr. Rodrigue dried my 
hair, my hair making it all hot and dry. Then, this would be the 
biggest shocker of my life. Mr. Nathan then said "Lay him on the bed, I 
will get the razor and shaving cream, along with the wax". My eyes grew 
wide as I screamed "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO", "NOOOOOOOO", "PLEEEEEASE ANYTHING 
BUT THAT!!!", "OH GOD PLEEEEASE NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I knew exactly 
what they planned on doing, and I was not a happy camper. I was laid on 
the bed forcibly and held down, sobbing and thrashing but still held 
down enough. Mr. Nathan then came in with some shaving cream, a razor, 
some wax, and the baby oil. I screamed, and I thrashed myself around 
the bed but that just increased their firm grip on me. Mr. Nathan then 
took some shaving cream and sprayed it all over my pee pee. I sobbed 
uncontrollably now. Nothing I could do. I was going to be shaved, and 
baby smooth, just like a newborn's bum. After the shaving cream was all 
on me, Mr. Nathan began to shave off all my pubic hair. I watched as 
the only sign left of my manhood was shaved away. All that remained now 
was my hairless, small, baby penis. After all my pubes were gone and I 
was as smooth as a baby's bottom, my bum was waxed, my legs were waxed, 
and my arms were waxed. I now lay there as hairless as a baby. The only 
hair left on my body was the hair on my head. I was so smooth it just 
made me cry more knowing that now I was as a baby was. Soon, I would be 
even more upset. As I thought it was over, it was not. Mr. Nathan then 
said, "You're going to love this part" with a smile on his face. He 
then came towards my face and looked at my hair. My mouth dropped, this 
was not going to happen, I mean it couldn't right? He wouldn't...He 
did. He started the razor and started shaving off the last part on my 
body with hair. My head. I was being shaven to look like a complete 
newborn. That was their goal. And believe me, they were doing a good 
job. My hair was now just stubs on my head. But that would change; as 
he finished with the razor he then waxed my head to make it completely 
smooth just as the rest of my body was. I was now so smooth it was as 
if I was born for the second time. My whole body was SMOOTH as you 
believe it to be. Not one little hair one my body. They all grabbed 
some baby oil and started rubbing it into my body, giving it a shiny, 
baby scented look. I could not believe it! I looked exactly like a 
newborn. My scalp was shiny and smooth like a baby's and then rest of 
my body was shiny and hairless also. As they finished with this. Mr. 
Rodrigue grabbed a new Pampers Baby Dry diaper from the package. Mr. 
Wallach and Mr. Nathan lifted my ankles as you would do with a little 
baby and the diaper was placed under my bum. He then grabbed a big can 
of baby powder, and opened the lid, he started sprinkling and squeezing 
the bottle so that there would be clouds of powdery smoke all over the 
place hitting my body covering it with powder. I couldn't breath the 
powder was all over my face and my body and I was breathing in baby 
powder. Clouds and clouds of smoke fell on me as I gave in at let him 
apply which was a huge bottle all over me. Once he was done and the 
smoke cleared, he had used half the bottle of powder all over me. I was 
layered in powder. They all started rubbing and smacking the powder 
into my body. Now I lay there sobbing my eyes out like you couldn't 
believe while they smiled and did this as though I was a newborn baby.

Coughing still, I said "I STINK!" Mr. Nathan then said "Newborns always 
smell like this, don't worry you will get use to it" with a big smile 
on his face. After I was as white as a ghost, Mr. Nathan took some baby 
lotion and put a hell of a lot in his hand. He started rubbing it into 
my face, neck and ears/earlobes giving me a nice baby smelly look. 
Then, he tipped it upside down, and squirted another load all over my 
scrotum, and pee pee. What seemed to be an eternity as he rubbed the 
lotion in slowly into my scrotum and penis, smiling up at me making 
little baby sounds. After he was done he rubbed the access lotion into 
my tummy. Mr. Wallach then took some Vaseline to put all over my baby 
bum. He grabbed a glob and rubbed it in nicely into my baby bottom. 
Getting inside my bum crack also, making me cry even more. After this 
was done, the diaper was taped up full of ABC block prints, and I was 
put into and amazingly small shirt with barney on the front. Mr. 
Wallach then said, "He's going to be pooping and peeing an awful lot, 
we should put him into many more diapers. I heard this and began to 
sob, to no prevail. At the end of this all, I was now in 10 Pampers 
Baby Dry diapers. My legs were numb from the bulge and pressure, and I 
couldn't walk. Which then, they forced me to crawl to the kitchen, 
smacking my big bulgy baby bum on the way, and making baby noises. I 
was going a little slow so Mr. Wallach decide to pick me up and carry 
me downstairs. He grabbed my armpits and held me by the bum and carried 
me downstairs. I was placed in a highchair, and I was forced fed 12 
jars of baby food (peas and carrots). Then Mr. Nathan filled my baby 
bottle up with a bottle of lemonade laxatives. I was brought to the 
living room where Mr. Nathan picked me up on his lap, and then held me 
like you do with a baby to feed him his bottle. I was forced to drink 
it all down. Food and lemonade all over me from the struggle I still 
got what appeared to be a SH*TLOAD. I now had to poop AMAZINGLY badly! 
I tried to get off his lap but he held me tightly. "Does baby need to 
go poo-poo?" Mr. Nathan asked. "Yes" I replied. "Well, then baby will 
just have to use his diaper like a good little boy won't he. I started 
to tear, as I knew there was no getting out of this. I forced myself to 
try to get off of him but he held me tighter with every movement. I was 
now tuckered out lying in his chest as I had the biggest dump I have 
ever taken in my life. It flew out totally uncontrollably. Farting 
noises from it squishing in my diaper came out and I pooped and peed 
for about 5 minutes nonstop. I was full of poop and pee pee. I was now 
laying into his chest sobbing as he held me tightly squishing the poop 
from my diaper up against my baby bum with his hands, smiling as he did 
this. He then started smacking my bum to squish it making it feel 
sweaty and sticky on my bum. He picked me up and handed me to Mr. 
Rodrigue with his arms extended trying to keep from smelling my dirty 
messy bottom. "PHEEEEEEEEW! That's one stinky little baby!" Mr. Nathan 
said as I was placed into Mr. Rodrigue's arms. He carried me upstairs 
commenting on my stinky bottom the whole way there. He got some Huggies 
Newborn Baby Wipes from the drawer and placed them on the bed along 
with the baby powder and baby ointment. He placed me carefully on the 
bed and started untaping my bulgy, stinky diapers. as he got to the 
last one he held his nose and said "Stinky little boy made a poo-poo, 
PHEEEEEEW!" He untaped the pee filled poop squished diaper and pulled 
it down slowly. I WAS COVERED IN POOP AND PEE! COMPLETELY I WAS FULL OF 
IT! THE STENCH WAS INNNNNNNCREDIBLE! He opened the lid on the Huggies 
newborn baby wipes and took and handful out and started wiping my 
crotch and my scrotum along with my penis. He wiped all along the side 
up in the crack my bum with about 25 wipes. He then lifted my ankles as 
you do with a little baby boy and started wiping some more poop off my 
bum with some more scented baby wipes. When he had finished he had used 
2 full tubs of Huggies Newborn baby wipes, and took the last one to 
wipe down my shaft once more for embarrassment with a smile on his 
face. When he was done wiping me, he took the huge can of baby powder 
and said, "Let's get this baby, Powdered up!" He opened the lid and did 
as he did before squeezing and powdery smoke and clouds pilling all 
over my penis, scrotum, bum and everywhere on my body. I now lay there 
full of white powder as he grabbed some baby lotion and squirted a 
liberal amount into his hands. He rubbed his hands together in a quick 
motion as he started rubbing the lotion up and down my shaft to provoke 
further embarrassment. He did this in a fast motion, until I could not 
take any more, and I came all over myself. "That's a good baby," He 
said, as he used some extra wipes to clean up the little mess. He then 
wiped my face with a baby wipe, as I seemed to be sweating a little. He 
took a new diaper, lifted my ankles and gave me a quick smack on my bum 
making powdery smoke once again and placing me on the diaper. He then 
taped it up in one motion. As I looked up, Mr. Wallach and Mr. Nathan 
stood in the hallway with their arms crossed watching the whole thing 
with a big smile on their faces. "Did baby have fun getting his diapey 
changed?" Mr. Wallach said. I was then held down and restrained by 
them. They left the room speaking of what just had happened.

What could tomorrow hold?.......

THE END!