I awoke at 2am to my baby crying, so I got out of bed to check on her. Nancy was hungry and needed to be changed. My wife Marie got the bottle as I changed our daughter’s diaper. Nancy’s crying also woke up my stepson Paul in his crib; he also needed a diaper changed. Marie took Nancy after I changed her then I did Paul’s diaper. Marie gave me a bottle and I started to feed Paul. He asked, “Daddy can you tell me a story?” I said, “Ok, what kind of story do you want to hear?” He said “how about one when you was a kid”. As he sucked on the bottle, I began my story about how I was in diapers.
It all started a little before my 11th birthday. You know I have two brothers, Adam was 16 and Jay was 9. I also have three sisters, Brandy was 14, Kathy was 12 and Alice was 9. My best friend moved away, my sister Alice passed into the 6th grade and was going to be in my class. My mood sucked and took it out on everyone. To tell the truth I was a devil and a half for the last few years. However, I was such a charmer that I very rarely got into trouble and any really punishment. Then after my birthday I started to wet the bed, I never did that before so I was very upset about it. Mom was very understanding about it and only put a plastic sheet on my bed. A week later I wet again so mom took me to see the doctor. He ran a lot of test but found nothing wrong with me. He did tell mom that I should start wearing some protection to bed if it started to get worse. No one told any one outside of the family so my secret was safe. I went to a year round school so I had November, March, and July off from school. Every thing went ok for the most part, until we went on break in November. We went to San Diego Ca. for the weekend and I really messed up. Mom made me wear a diaper on the trip so there was not a chance of me wetting the bed in the motel. When mom put the disposable diaper on me, she put oil and baby powder on me too. She even rubbed oil up my butt hole with her finger. I could feel it even after I got in the car. I ended up using the diaper in the car. I was so embarrassed when we got in the motel room as I was changed just like a baby. I only had to wear the diaper to bed and the car ride back home. I made fun of and called some old ladies at the beach some very bad things, when I did not think anyone would see me. I was wrong, as mom was right behind me the whole time. I also did some other things that I will not tell you about.
Once home, I was changed again and then went to bed. I awoke to a wet diaper and a very pissed off mother. I did not know why she was so mad so I just did what she said. I had to eat breakfast in my wet diaper in front off everyone. After we were done, mom asked everyone to meet in the front room. Mom had me stand in front of everyone in just my wet diaper as she told everyone why she called everyone here. She started by telling them what I did in San Diego and that she found some mail in one of my doors last night when she was putting away the last few diapers, from the bag she had bought. Then she told them that I have been acting like a baby for a while and stealing everyone’s mail was an act that a baby would do. She then asked what should be my punishment should be? I was crying by then so I did not hear all what was said then dad picked me up. He carried me to my room and changed my diaper as he told me that for the next 2 weeks I was to be treated as a baby. He told me that if I was good then the 2 weeks would go very fast but if I make any trouble then I will be very embarrassed by what will happen. I stayed in my room for 3 days with only mom or dad coming in to change or feed me from a baby bottle. I hated that I had to use the diaper for poop, but there was no way I could hold it after the first day. On the 4th morning, after my diaper was changed I was taken to the kitchen to eat breakfast with the rest of the family. I had to suck on a pacifier until some takes it out of my mouth, as dad told me to do. Alice fed me baby food as she also ate her meal I hate baby food. Before anyone left the table, I started to talk. Mom told me that I was not allowed to talk. I said" I know I am not supposes to talk but I need to tell everyone that I am very sorry that I took your mail and read it. I had 3 days to think about it and I know that I gave good reason for this punishment. I also understand that I will get more punishment for talking but I really needed to tell you all how sorry I am about all of this. I just hope you all can forgive me?" I also told them all the other things I did to them. Mom then asked if I was done talking. I nodded “yes” as I try to put the pacifier back in my mouth. With Mom’s help put it back in my mouth then asked if the girls wanted to help give the baby a bath? They all did, I turned red but did not put up a fuss when they gave me my bath. After my bath, they put a very thick cloth diaper on me and the biggest pair of plastic pants I ever saw on over it. In just the diaper, I was told to play in the sandbox in the backyard for a while. I knew if I put up any fuss I would get it worse as dad never lied to any of us on what would happen on any punishment. I hope that my little speech would get me out of diapers sooner then 2 weeks. I did enjoy myself playing in the sandbox for a few hours; even Jay came out and played with me. He is the one that told me that mom and dad talked about wanted to add another few weeks to my punishment. Since I was sucking on the pacifier, I just nodded or shook my head for “yes and no”. There was also talk about me going to the park dressed as I was now. I started to cry as how could I ever could get over being seen by anyone from school dressed as baby. Jay did not know what to do so he called for mom to help. She asked Jay what he said to me, as I would not stop crying. Mom held me and rocked me as she told me that Jay should not have told me what he did. That did not help, as she did not say that it would not happen. I finally stopped crying and fell asleep in hers’ arms. I awoke up in a playpen in a very wet diaper, in the kitchen. When mom saw me awake, she asked if I wanted something to drink, I was thirsty so I nodded my head. Mom gave me a choice; in her right hand, she had a sippy cup and the other a baby’s bottle. I pick the sippy cup as I was very thirsty, but before she could take the bottle away, I took it from her. I drained the cup down very fast then started on the bottle. I heard Brandy’s voice with a few voices that I did not recognize. Mom saw the scared look on my face and called Brandy with “Brandy, can you change the baby’s diaper for me?” I almost started to cry but I knew that I had no choice on who changes my diaper. Brandy came in and asked if her friends could help change my diaper. I turned red with embarrassment but I wanted to be change so very much that I nodded my head. Mom shocked me when she said “not this time. I’ll do it this time, but you will need to do it at bedtime.” Brandy said ok and left with her friends. After I finished the bottle mom gave me a bath then put me down for a nap in a clean diaper. After my nap, I stayed in my room and read some book. The rest of the 2 weeks, I stayed inside in just a diaper as we got rain and I had no clothes that would fit over the cloth diaper. I was just glad that no one came over.
When I was changed the first morning after the 2 weeks in to a cloth diaper I thought I had another week of being a baby, but at the table I got the same breakfast as the rest had. I soon found out that only at meal times was I not a baby, this was only for 3 days then everything changed. In the morning, I was put into a disposable diaper and told to get dressed. We all went to the mall for some pre-Christmas shopping. If it was not for the diaper, I was treated just as any 11 year old, and I had a great time. The next day was thanksgiving and I had to help in the kitchen just as everyone else did. I wore disposable diaper in the daytime and cloth ones at night. I was informed if I need to go potty then I need to ask someone to take off my diaper so I could use the toilet. After 3 weeks using a diaper, it was not too hard to regain control of myself. There was talk of me going to school in a diaper if I did not stop going in my pants. I started to get very mad at every one as they took so long to take off my diaper that most of the time I pee in the diaper. After 3 days of this, I started to change my own diaper with out anyone finding out; at least that is what I thought. Dad saw me changing myself but waited until the morning of going back to school. It was the first time in 3 weeks I did not have a diaper on. Dad asked, at breakfast, if I like my punishment and if I adhere to all of the rules? I got a little scared but I did not think he saw me; I had put a tape recorder in their room so I could know what they talk about. Therefore, I told him I hated it and I did what I was told. They only talked about grownup stuff the last few days. He told me that my punishment was changed after my little speech I gave. He told me all the things that were planed but was all canceled because I accepted it all so well. He asked if I changed my own diapers at anytime or if I lied about anything else? Mom told me to stand before I answer the question. I got so nervousness that I wet my pants as I lied and said, “I did what I was told”. The look on dad’s face told me that I messed up again. I always had great timing about what to say or do so that I got less punishment. If I was being spanked I would just take it, I would cry after this first one but I never try to get out of it. Everyone else tries to get dad or mom to stop or try to hide, but I never did. It seems that when I was spanked it was always less then the others and the last few hits did not hurt as much as the first ones did. Dad then told everyone that I did change my own diapers and I was the one that ate all the cookies yesterday and a few other things that I did. Mom told me to go to my room and get undressed and lay on my bed for her! She was very pissed again. When she did come in, she put the pacifier in my mouth, put a cloth diaper on me, and told me to stay in my room all day. I was able to play with my toys so I did have a fun day, with mom bringing me my meals to me. The only baby stuff was the pacifier and the diapers so I was in a good mood when mom led me out of my room for breakfast a week later. There was a highchair that she had me use by the table, and the baby food started. I also found out later that Adam’s room was now mine and it was a nursery with a crib. I was to be treated just like a baby by everyone but I was home schooled and that was the only time I was treated like my age. I knew this would be a very long punishment when I saw my new room and all my big boys clothes was given to Goodwill along with my toys that Jay didn’t want. I got all new baby clothes and baby toys to replace them. I knew if I just wait for the right moment that I could get out of this; it was not going to come any time soon though. The only thing that I was able to get was that I did not have to go outside if I did not want too and I was allowed to hide when the others had friends over.
Christmas sucked as I got only baby stuff and baby toys. Mom did not want to home school me anymore so she got me a tutor. I over heard mom and dad talk out my punishment, they were thinking of stopping it soon. I just had to be nice until then I would be out of diapers. When school started again, mom left me with this old lady that lived a few blocks away. Sam and I always made fun of her and a few times T/P and egged her house. I was very scared of what she would do to me at her house and I will be going there ever day for a long time. She asked me if I wanted breakfast as I stood there in just my baby clothes, I nodded my head. She took my hand and led me to the kitchen where she had me sit in a regular chair. She fed me two jars of baby food and two bottles of formula. When I was done she checked my diaper, it was soaked. She took me to the front room, had me lay down on my changing pad, and did a great job of changing my diaper. She then started to talk about school stuff until it was lunchtime. After lunch, she changed me again then put me into her bed for my nap with a bottle. After my nap, she had me sit next to her on the couch and read to me as I suck on my pacifier. Mom picked me up and asked if I enjoyed myself, I nodded my head. She was a very nice person and never did anything to make fun of me. I thought it was funny that I was such a devil to her and she did not know that I did so many mean things to her. Mrs. Raysan was a very good teacher and I learned a lot with her.