My Summer At My Friends House
MY SUMMER AT MY FRIENDS HOUSE
Summary: an 8-year-old was sent to a friend’s house for the summer and treated just like a baby. When summer was over he went home and discovered his new nursery and wardrobe.
My parents are going away on vacation for the summer. I am staying at my best friend’s house for the summer. unbeknownst to me my parents
authorized Mrs. Crouse to treat me the same way as J.C.
Mrs. Crouse told me to take my things to J.C.’s room. On my way, I was still thinking about what Mrs. Crouse said to me before I was sent to my friend’s room. “He was playing, but he went and took a nap an hour ago but you can go and wake him and help him up. The keys are hanging on the wall by the light switch.”
She was also smiling at me. So here I am walking down the hall and went in my friend’s room. When I walked in my jaw dropped to the ground. My friend’s room was a nursery, an over sized nursery!
I looked around for a few minutes. The first place I looked was the crib. I saw my friend lying in the crib. The crib was big enough for my friend and I to sleep in. On top of that he was tied down with a pacifier strapped in his mouth.
Then I turned my attention on the over sized changing table and saw boat loads of diapers. I picked one up and examined it. With out notice I heard Mrs. Crouse say, “I knew it, we have another baby here. I was speechless and she walked
over and stripped me naked as I was struggling but I was no match for her, she was too strong.
She then tied me down to the changing table.
She noticed I had hair down there and started to shave my hair off. And when I saw the razor I started struggling again but I was strapped down tight.
Mrs. Crouse told me to stop struggling or I would get cut. I stopped right then and there for fear of getting cut. Then she started to oil, lotion, and powder my diaper area and slid a diaper under me
and taped it closed nice and tight.
Mrs. Crouse then untied me and put an onesie on me. Then she told me to put my hands behind my back and turn around. I started begging her not
to do this and to please take the diaper off of me? She said, “Be quiet and do as you’re told”! So I did and she handcuffed my hands together.
She told me to turn around again and open wide. I kept my mouth shut and she decided to pinch my nose so I would have to open my mouth to get some air then she shoved a pacifier in my mouth and strapped it in behind my head.
Then she unlocked the top of the crib and put me in there and tied my ankles to the crib sides and closed and locked the crib top. What I did know was that she shoved 5 suppositories up my bottom when she oiled my back side. Soon I had to go pooh-pooh within 5 minutes after she locked me in the crib. I finally couldn’t hold it any longer and let loose in my diaper.
A half hour after I messed in my diapers. Mrs. Crouse finally let us out of the crib and unbound us and sent us to the kitchen and put us in matching high chairs.
She fed us each 5 jars of strained carrots and 5 jars of strained prunes. Then she gave us 3 baby bottles, 2 full of baby formula and one full of apple juice. The bottles were laced with a laxative and a diuretic. For the next few hours we were wet and messy.
Then Mrs. Crouse decided to change us so she took us to J.C.’s room and took our diapers off. My
friend’s mother diapered us each in new diapers. Then she put locking mittens on our hands and pacifier gags in our mouths.
We were then placed in the play pen and the top was then shut and locked. We were forced to watch Sesame Street all morning. When it was time to eat lunch we were put in our high chairs and strapped in. Our hands and feet were strapped to the arms and legs of the high chairs.
We were treated like this for the rest of the summer. When my parents came home they went straight home to unpack and get my room setup before I
was sent home. When I got home I went to my room to get a toy I noticed my room changed and looked just like J.C.’s room.
When I looked in my drawers I saw diapers, pacifiers, baby powder, and baby clothes. When
I looked in my closet, I saw more baby outfits which included sailor suits, footed sleepers, coveralls, onesies, rompers, and short alls.
I went to my mom and asked her why my room was changed into an adult sized nursery. She said because I am sick and tired of you wetting your
pants every day just because you don’t want to stop playing to come in and go to the bathroom.
So now I am going to treat you just like a baby that you wanted to be. So now you and J.C. will be best friend’s forever and be treated just like over grown babies together forever.
The end! Or is it? I am open to suggestions. Email me at [email protected]. All suggestions are welcome. Please give me some ideas.
Written By: Baby Brian
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