A Baby Again
A BABY AGAIN
Part One: A Baby Again
It all started when I was five years old, my mom had babysat a baby. My mom paid a lot more attention to him then me, so I felt a bit left out, so I figured out a way to get more attention...it worked out, but for the better?
I saw some diapers in the babies room, and not having diapers since I was a baby I decided to try one on, I kept it on for a bit and I felt like I had to pee, so not thinking ahead I did... Bad timing. right then my mom came in and saw me in the diaper. She laughed and said to take it off.
I didn't want to, since I knew she wouldn't like it that I wet it...but after a bit I did. She looked into the diaper and saw it was wet. I looked at her and she didn't seem mad, all she told me was to follow her. I did so, and she pulled out a very thick cloth diaper, and told me to lie down on the bed.
I told her no, i'm not a baby i'm a big boy! She said if I really was a big boy I wouldn't put on a diaper and wet it. She put me down on the bed and I started crying. She merely kept on putting the diaper, and told me that I must be a baby if i'm crying. After she put the diaper on she told me how sweet I looked as a baby, and put on some plastic pants. She then told me the potty is off-limits, I can only use my diaper, and when I am wet or dirty I must tell mommy.
I asked when I could have my pants back. She just said when I think you're ready. She then picked me up and carried me downstairs, like a baby and put me into a playpen and gave me some toys and said Be a good baby and play with these like a good boy. I sat there wiping my tears off, then I tried to get up and walk around, but the diaper was so thick I could just waddle. I decided I would just crawl around, and started playing.
Part 2: The Change
After a while of playing I felt something I hoped I never would... I had to pee I held it as long as I could, but soon enough it flowed into my diaper. I didn't want to call my mom, I felt too embarrassed, so I kept crawling and playing.
A few minutes later another thing I dreaded..I had to poop. I knew I couldn't hold it, so I just let it out, filling my diaper. I still didn't want to tell my mom so I just crawled around..while I was doing this the poop just squished around in my diaper, it stuck to my bottom , and the smell was really bad.
My mom came by, and sniffed around..I knew what was coming. She asked if I was messy. I just sat there. She put her hand into my diaper and said Looks like baby needs a change. I started crying. She picked me up and carried me to the changing table. She pulled out a new diaper, powder, and lotion.
She told me not to cry and put a pacifier in my mouth. She then took off the plastic pants, and diaper. Wow your a big wetter just like your brother she said. she then wiped my diaper area for a bit, and rubbed it with lotion, then powdered it. She then said There you go nice and fresh! now baby it looks like its time for bed.
I took out the paci and yelled that its not my bedtime. She ignored me and put me in my old crib, and gave me a bottle. I asked what its for, and she told me to drink it like a good baby. So I did, then went off the bed.
Part 3: Outside
I woke up pretty early the next morning, and I realized then
that I still had diapers on. Right at that moment my mom came in and asked if I was wet, I said no, but she still checked. Wow i'm so proud of baby! You didn't get wet at night, keep that up and you will be a big boy soon! She said.
She picked me up and carried me into my room. I asked why we came in here, and she told me we where going to the store. I hoped I wouldn't have to go in diapers, but she just started to dress me over my diapers.
I cried again, but she ignored it. Once I was all dressed I looked down, the diapers where sticking out, and I had to waddle when I walked. The plastic pants also crinkled when I walked. I got so embarrassed. My mom said that we should walk today, because it was such a nice day.
I begged my mom to not, but she just told me not to be embarrassed, and that all babies wear diapers, and that I needed some more baby stuff, just to be prepared. I just walked with her. We went by a bunch of people, all of them looked at me and laughed when they passed by. I was just waddling along, till we got to the store, my mom put me into the cart and said that baby needs his rest.
I was glad at least the people didn't hear my plastic pants. We walked around the store buying food, and some baby things for me, such as pacifies, and bottles. She also bought me some baby clothes that seemed big enough for me. People who saw this started looking at me weirdly, I didn't like it at all. Then I noticed something, I was wet.
I didn't even feel it coming, or come out. I didn't like the feeling very much, and didn't want mom mad at me so I whispered to her that I was wet. She told me to speak up. I told her louder, but she said she couldn't hear. Finally I said it so loud everyone around us heard.
She smiled and said she would change me. We went into the bathroom and set me on a bench, the change took forever since she had to take all my clothes off, during this time I think about 20 people came into the bathroom, all of the laughing and talking.
When it was finally done mommy said that she needs a new diaper bag, to hold all my things. I got really sad and embarrassed since now EVERYONE would know. It also seemed
that each time I got changed the diapers got thicker.
When finally we got back home I felt so relived, but because the diapers where so thick I had to crawl around the house. My mom thought this was cute, I didn't. This went on for a long time...I later got dressed up like a baby, I started to like it, being diapered, everything.
Today I am 26 and though i'm living alone i'm still diapered 24/7 to this day.
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