Baby Jeff

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Finally, the period was over. Jeff had just enough time to dash into the one close washroom before his bus would leave. He raced down the hall to the door, and was nearly knocked to the floor by his own force as he ran into it - it was locked. A sign on the wall nearby read, "Rest Room Out of Order."Jeff shot a glance at the clock in the hall - there was no way that he would ever make it to the other rest room in time. He would just have to hold it until he got home.On the way home, Jeff sat in his seat on the bus squirming, trying not to think about the pressure that was constantly on his mind (and in his bladder). Only a little bit more to go, and he would be home. Just a few minutes longer, just after this next...The bus slowed down suddenly in a place it did not usually stop. It came to a rest, still miles from his door, and Jeff looked out at the line of stopped cars ahead of his, knowing instantly that he was in big trouble. The accident had stalled traffic for a mile, and the bus, along with all of the other vehicles, had to crawl past it in a single lane. Jeff crossed his legs and pressed them together, praying that there would only be one accident on this road this afternoon.By the time he got to his stop, Jeff was indeed in desperate condition. He knew as soon as he got up and uncrossed his legs that it would be a miracle if he made it home. He flew out the door and began to run as fast as he could toward his house, feeling the pressure build with every step. About half way to the door, he lost control and wet himself completely.Jeff stopped running, devastated by what had happened. He had not wet himself since he was a small child, and now, in the eighth grade, he stood in the street near his home in a soaking wet pair of pants. His bladder deflated itself completely, and Jeff slowly finihed his sodden trip to his door.When he got into the house, he found his mother in an awful mood. She had been fighting with Jeff's little sister, Julie, the entire day. Julie was four and had been slow to toilet train, and his mother had apparently been cleaning up puddles all over the house. When she saw Jeff walk in with wet pants, there was no reasoning with her."I don't believe this!" she screamed. "It isn't bad enough that I have to clean up one baby - now I have to deal with two!"Jeff tried to explain, but his mother would have none of it."Get to your room right now, young man, and take off those wet things. I just put your sister back in nappies for wetting herself, and the same thing is going to happen to you."His mother slammed the door as he walked away, leaving Jeff alone at the foot of the stairs. Stunned, he turned and climbed to his room.When Jeff had taken off his wet clothes and thrown them into the hamper, his mother walked in. She was carrying several thick cloth nappies and a pair of Julie's plastic panties. Jeff protested, but his mother was determined. With skilled hands, she pinned the nappies onto her son and pulled up the panties. Julie wore a very large size and Jeff was pretty small - the panties fit his well."You will wear these for the evening as punishment for wetting your pants," his mother said. "And don't you dare touch them. If I think you have tried to take them off, you will wear them to school tomorrow with a pair of tight shorts so that everyone will know."Jeff was left alone in his nappies. They felt odd to him, both foreign and somehow familiar, uncomfortable yet oddly comforting. He was not sure he liked the feeling, but he was not sure he hated it either. But he did know that he was not going to wet them.After a couple of hours, though, Jeff was jumping up and down trying not to go. Finally, he gave in to the inevitable and sat down to wet the nappies.Jeff stood in front of his mirror, looking at the figure before him - a child with a face like his, but clearly much younger, a little boy in obviously wet nappies. Slowly he focused on the dark area in the crotch where the wetness was. When he concentrated, he found that he did not dislike the feeling - it was warm and satisfying. He reached his hand down to touch the wet spot, and felt a pleasant sensation he had never felt before. Slowly, he began to rub himself there, and the feeling became even more pleasurable. He could feel a stiffness through the nappies, and soon he was experiencing the first orgasm of his young life.Later, as he lay in the dark of his room, his mother came in carrying more nappies. She must have figured that Jeff would be wet, and she spoke to him as if he were a little baby."Does mommy's little boy need changing?" he asked as he turned on the light. "We don't want to get a nappy rash, do we?"She slipped her hand into the crotch of the panties. Finding them wet, she slipped them off, cooing at her son in a babyish tone. She unpinned the nappies and dropped them onto the floor. Lifting Jeff's legs, she slid another bunch of nappies beneath him and pinned them on."Good night, sweetheart," she said as she left the room with the wet nappies and turned out the lights.Jeff lay on his bed, and realized that he missed the feeling of the warm, wet nappies between his legs. After thinking about it for only a moment, he strained just a bit and soaked the new ones as he had done earlier. Then he rolled over and went to sleep.In the morning, as promised, Jeff's mother let him out of the nappies. But Jeff had enjoyed the feeling. And his mother found that, at the age of thirteen, his son was suddenly developing control problems. Once or twice a week, he would have another "accident." Each time, his mother would punish him with nappies. At times, Jeff would find himself diapered for several days - or even weeks - at a time.As he grew older, however, his mother tired of the routine. Julie had long since been out of nappies, and Jeff's mother decided that she didn't want to do them any more. Jeff found himself more and more responsible for his own changes and cleaning. That and the teasing of his little sister finally convinced him that he should give up on this silly game once and for all.It was when Jeff was away at college that nappies re-entered his life. He started dating a girl who, it turned out, was a bedwetter. When he discovered that she wore nappies to bed, all of his old feelings were renewed. he dropped a few hints, and soon found himself sharing an apartment with her... two big babies living in the same space.Every once in a while, Jeff visits his mother. He hasn't ever told her that he still wears nappies. Julie knows - she comes over at times to babysit for her brother and sister-in-law. She enjoys watching them as they play in their playpen together, and she doesn't even mind the occasional messy nappy. After all, what are sisters for?