It was a little past three am on a spring night. I was ten years old and awoke like Ihad on many nights, lying in a cold wet bed. I quietly tried to change my bedding, notwanting to wake up my two year old cousin Joey. Soon, however, he began to stir andfinally called out for his mom, aunt Karen. Aunt Karen soon entered our room with abottle for Joey, and asked 'need some help'. Together, we remade my bed and after aquick visit to the bathroom, I was back in bed. I watched as she changed Joey's wetdiapers, remembering the last time I had worn a diaper.
Before aunt Karen moved in with us a few months earlier, I stayed at my grandmas,when mom needed an overnight sitter. Grandma was usually watching a few of mycousins anyway, so one more wasn't a problem. Grandma had her own way of handlingbedwetting kids, like me. She simply diapered those at bedtime that might wet. I wasn'tthe only one, but I was the oldest. It was always embarrassing to be put in diapers infront of my cousins that were younger and didn't need them. Even worse was sleeping inthe same bed with them, while wearing only a diaper. In spite of the embarrassment, Ifound it much nicer waking up in wet diapers as opposed to a wet bed.
Now that aunt Karen lived with us, I rarely stayed at grandma's. Aunt Karen tookcare of things at home so mom could work. She also took care of my bed wettingcleanup, and never got upset with me when I woke up in the middle of the night soaked.After while, I found myself wishing that she would make me sleep in diapers. I watchedwith envy, as she changed Joey after remaking my bed. By the time Joey had finished hisbottle, he usually had a load of poop in his diapers. I would fall asleep to the smell ofpoopie diapers and dream that I was the one wearing them.
After many nights like this, I was obsessed with the thought of being in diapers. Itwasn't long before I began trying them on when I was home alone. I loved how babyish Ifelt wearing diapers, and how naughty it was sneaking them. Finally, one night, I waslaying in bed trying to fall asleep, and kept thinking about diapers. I couldn't resist anylonger, so I got out of bed and grabbed some diapers, pins and plastic pants. Then I gotback in bed and diapered myself. I was both nervous and excited being in diapers witheveryone home. I played with myself through my diapers for awhile, dreaming that I worethem all the time, until I came in my diapers. Then, I drifted off to sleep.
About three am I awoke to aunt Karen changing Joey She just finished puttingplastic pants over his fresh diaper. Then she turned to me and asked if I had wet. Still halfasleep, I was unsure and slipped my hand under the sheet to check. As my hand brushedacross my plastic pants, I remembered that I was in diapers. when I said I wasn't wet shesaid good, get up and go potty, and pulled back my covers. I had been caught, she staredfor a second not knowing what to say. Then she touched my diapers as if to convinceherself that I was really in diapers. Then she asked if this was my idea, and I said yes. Shethought for a second and said that it was probably a good idea. Then she slipped herhand inside of my plastic pants and said you're soaked. I said I am, and she said youdidn't notice? I nodded no and she said is it better then waking up in a wet bed. I saidyes, much better.
Then to my complete surprise and delight, She began to change my diapers. Shetold me that she would talk to mom and see if I could wear diapers to bed if I wanted. Icouldn't say yes fast enough. Soon I was in fresh diapers and plastic pants and she saidgood night. The next day, I awoke in a dry diaper. I had to feel it a few times to make sureit had not been a dream. Then I felt the need to go pee, and relaxed my bladder letting goin my diapers. Soon I began playing with myself through my diapers until I came in them.Then I got out of bed and slipped out of my wet diapers, and put them in the diaper pale.
Later that day, aunt Karen talked to mom and mom called me in to discuss it. Shesaid aunt Karen had told her that I had been secretly sleeping in diapers because of mybed wetting. I admitted that I had and she said you should have told me about this. Iwould have let you sleep in diapers along time ago if I knew you wanted to. I said I wasembarrassed to talk about it. She said if that was what I wanted to do, then it was okaywith her.
All day long I looked forward to bedtime and being put in diapers. When the timefinally arrived, aunt Karen told mom that she didn't mind helping me get diapered, sinceshe was used to diapering Joey anyway. I laid on my bed and got diapered right afterJoey and aunt Karen then made me go say goodnight to mom. She giggled when she sawme and gave me a hug and a pat on my diaper. Then I went to bed, like a big baby.
Over the next few weeks everyone got used to me wearing diapers at night again.Aunt Karen it seemed could tell just how much I loved being in diapers. She seemed toget a kick out of diapering me too! By now, we had a regular routine. I took a bath an hourbefore bedtime and once I was finished she diapered me for bed. This left me with about45 minutes till bedtime to romp around the house wearing nothing but a diaper.
After the first month of being a bedtime baby, I was completely addicted to wearingdiapers and knew then that I would never want to stop. I even wore them during the daywhenever I could get away with it. The only thing that I still just fantasized about wasgoing poop in my diapers. Each morning, I awoke to the smell of Joey's poopie diapersand could only imagine what it would feel like. The whole idea made me hot, and I played with myself as I fantasized.
It wasn't long before I got too live out my fantasy. I wasn't feeling well one morningwhen I woke up and Aunt Karen decided that I needed rest. She said she wanted me to laydown and take it easy till I felt better. I asked if I could lay down in the living room andwatch TV, and she said okay. I went to the living room and she brought my pillow andblanket. Then she said 'you need to get out of those wet diapers'. I said 'what if I fallasleep and have an accident?', and she said don't worry, Aunt Karen is gonna keep herbig baby in diapers all day. With that said, she retrieved some fresh diapers and changedme on the floor in the living room.
I loved being babied and she could tell, she said "now you lay down and rest, andAunt Karen will take care of you." I asked "what if I gotta go to the bathroom?" She said'that's what your diapers are for silly'. That's what I wanted to hear, I had needed to gopoop since I woke up. I waited awhile till she was doing things around the house then mybig moment arrived. I rolled over on my tummy and pushed a little, and soon I felt mypoop pushing its way in to my diapers. I was in heaven as I laid there like a baby fillingmy diapers with poop. I couldn't believe how great it felt going poop in my diaper, andacting like a two year old. I couldn't wait for Aunt Karen to notice what I had done.
When she came by after a while she noticed the smell, and had a big smile on herface. she took a quick peek in the back of my diaper and said ' you are such a baby' thenwent to the kitchen and returned with a bottle for me. I gladly accepted it and startednursing it, while she again examined my mess. She said , I'd better wait awhile just incase you're not done. I remained in my poopie diapers until lunch time when Aunt Karenchanged me, carefully cleaning my messy behind like a babies.
While she changed me, Aunt Karen told me that she thought it was cute that Ienjoyed being a big baby, but recommended that I not try this (pooping) around mom.She said that it would also be a good idea if I appeared sick still when mom got homesince I was wearing a diaper in the middle of the day. I took her advice and pretended tobe asleep when mom got home while Aunt Karen explained that I had been sick andresting all day. Mom said 'he sure seems comfortable with being in diapers'. Aunt Karenagreed.
That night at bed time Aunt Karen seemed to sense what was to come. Shediapered me for bed, this time applying Vaseline to my bottom, and baby powder. Shealso sneaked me a baby bottle of milk and said good night. After about ten minutes Ibegan pooping in my diapers as I nursed my bottle.
Then I began masturbating in my messy diapers. When morning came Aunt Karenfound her other big baby with a rather large load in his pee soaked diapers. She felt thebulge and then smooshed in down with her hand, Making my mess even messier.