When I was seven years old, my mother gave birth to my baby sister, Sherry. I guess I was jealous of the attention she was getting from my mother. We both were breast fed by mom as babies, but I watched in amazement as she fed Sherry. I asked questions and she let me suck on her breast to see what the milk tasted like. It seemed like she never had time for me so one day after she put Sherry down for a nap, I crawled into her lap to snuggle. It was my hope that she would offer me a breast to suck but she didn't. Finally, I asked her if I could have some of her milk, but she said that it wasn't proper for me to suck her breast since I was an older boy. She said she had just let me taste it that once but asked if it was the milk I wanted. I said yes and she got up and told me she would be right back. When she returned she had a baby bottle with some milk she had saved up. She laid me on her lap and proceeded to give me the bottle. It tasted good but it felt good to be cuddled. It never happened again but I always kept fond memories. Mom had another girl when I was eleven and I always liked to watch her breast feed Angela but she never offered me any.

One day, after being rained out on a scout camp out, I returned home to find a note from mom and dad saying they had gone to my grandmas for the weekend. They didn't expect me home until Sunday night, so I would have to stay by myself. I went to the refrigerator to get something to drink. I saw on of Angela's bottles of milk in there and decided to taste it again. I sucked it and it brought back memories of drinking the bottle and sucking moms breast. I started feeling babyish and went to Angela's room. After looking around, I saw her diapers in the stacker hanging on her crib. I sized one up to myself and since I was small and they were large toddler size, I took off my clothes and put one on. It was tight but it worked. I wandered around the house admiring myself in a diaper and acting like a baby. I got a chair and climbed into the baby bed and started sucking the bottle.

I laid there and peed in the diaper to see how it felt. I used three of her diapers that day and that evening mom called home. When I answered, she told me after watching the weather, they thought we might have come home from the camp- out. She was worried about me being home by myself, but I told her I was OK. She told me to stay inside and keep the doors locked and if I needed anything to call her sister, my Aunt Kristen, who lived across town. She told me they would be home the next evening. I was having so much fun acting like a baby, I told her they didn't have to hurry on my account, that I would be OK. I peed in the diaper after the call and then slept that night in Angela's crib.

I drank so many bottles of milk that I soaked the diaper during the night. It filled my diaper and even leaked on the bed. It felt exhilarating to wake up in the crib with a soaked diaper. I guess it was because it seemed like something that would be taboo for a boy my age. I changed my diaper and spent the morning watching TV. Around noon, I fixed another bottle and climbed back into the crib. I figured to lay there a while then clean up all traces of my babyhood. I was on my eighth diaper that weekend and I knew I would have to get rid of them before my parents came home.

I dozed off sucking the bottle and didn't wake up until the bedroom light came on. I laid still as Sherry came into the room to get Angela a diaper. As she was getting it, mom came in saying Angela needed dry clothes. When she got them from the dresser, she turned toward me and realized I was in the crib. She asked me what I thought I was doing, since she had looked in my room for me. I couldn't answer her because I was starting to get scared. She came over and said she wondered where the bottle she had for Angela went to. She asked if I liked the milk. She said that my diaper looked a little tight and then put her finger in to see if it was wet. She said I really was a baby and told me to lay still. She left the room and I could hear her telling my dad to go look at his biggest baby in the nursery. When she returned, she gave me the bottle full of regular milk and told me to drink it. I told her I didn't want to and she said that it looked like I really did. Dad came in and started laughing when he saw me. Mom went to the closet and came back with a little larger diaper than Angela's. It was one of Sherry's last bag of diapers. I begged her not to put another diaper on me but she told me that I couldn't go around in a wet diaper. After changing me she helped me get out of the crib and we went to the living room. She sat me on the floor in front of them and asked me to explain myself. I told her I had just climbed in to see how it felt to be a baby. I asked her to forget what I had done and that it was no big deal. She told me it was hard to forget about seeing her twelve year old son in a crib in diapers, sucking a bottle. She asked me if I had just tried it then why were there so many used diapers? She told me that since I wanted to be a baby so bad that I would do it while they were gone, then I could be one while they were there. I begged her not to do this to me but she seemed to be mad about what I had done. She told me that I would be in diapers till she said I was old enough not to wear them. She told me to just relax and enjoy myself and think of all the attention I would get. Dad went to the garage and got the portable traveling crib and set it up in the nursery. Mom told me that I would sleep in the baby bed and Angela would sleep in the portable crib.

I asked mom if I could pull my diaper down to go to the bathroom, but she told me that was what diapers are for and it was obvious that I had not used the toilet since I had been home. We ate a late dinner and when it was ready, mom told me to sit in the high chair. She held Angela and fed her and my plate was put on the tray but I got to feed myself. After eating, mom took a picture of me sitting in the high chair. We watched TV for a while and while sitting on the floor I had to pee. I finally went in my diaper, and when we got ready to go to bed, mom checked my diaper and told Sherry to go get me a dry diaper. It is very humiliating for your younger sister to be told to get you a dry diaper. Mom proceeded to change me on the floor in front of everyone. She had put Angela to bed and told me to head that way also and she would be right in. When she came in, she had a bottle of milk and apologized that it wasn't breast milk. She said she would save up her milk since I liked so well. She helped me get in the crib and covered me up and gave me the bottle. She told me to sleep tight and drink all my milk. I drank all the milk and laid there wondering what I had got myself into.

I woke up the next morning with my diaper dry. I laid there until Angela woke up and started crying, and mom came in. She asked how her babies were and if we needed dry diapers. I said no and she praised me for being a good baby. She helped us out and we went in to eat breakfast. I sat in the high chair but she put a bib on me this time. I didn't say anything, thinking that if I didn't pout, she would tire of babying me and my life would return to normal. (After a week, I learned that this would not happen). After breakfast, she told me to put some shorts and shirt and shoes on. I asked why and she told me just to mind her. I did and she got the girls dressed and told us to get in the car. I begged her not to take me out wearing diapers and she said no one could tell I had them on. We went to a pharmacy several miles away and she made us go in with her. She started looking at the diapers and a clerk came to help her. She asked him if he had any diapers bigger than the largest pampers that they had. He said that any larger ones would be in the incontinent supplies area. He said that the ones she was looking at would fit her baby, meaning Angela. She told him that they were a little tight on him, meaning me. When she said him, the clerk looked until he saw me and asked her if she meant me. She said yes and he took us over to the larger diapers. She picked out some youth size that would fit me and asked if they sold a lot of these type for children. He told her that several people bought them for their children for bedwetting. She bought several packages of them and I knew that I would wear them a while. She made me carry them and at the checkout she said in a loud voice to put my diapers on the counter.

I was wet when we got home and she changed me using a new diaper, which fit very comfortably. She told us to play and she went about her housework. It was very demeaning to me because I was teased by Sherry for wearing diapers. Mom treated me like a toddler in all aspects. Sometimes she would hold me in her lap as I drank my bottle. I was changed when I wet and was powered and diapered just as she would any baby.

I had fallen asleep in her arms sucking my bottle and mom had laid me on the couch with the bottle propped up. I woke up when I heard someone laughing at me and when I looked up, I saw Aunt Kristen and her kids laughing at me. I could have died of shame. She had a boy ten years old and a girl seven years old. They were teasing me about being in a diaper and sucking a bottle. Aunt Kristen was telling mom that I looked really cute in diapers. She asked mom how it felt to have another baby in diapers around the house and mom told her that it wasn't any more trouble than having one.

Later, mom and Aunt Kristen took us to the ice cream store for lunch and Aunt Kristen was shocked when mom gave me some shorts to put on over the diaper. She was surprised that I was going to wear the diaper to the store. When we got there, mom made both Angela and I sit in high chairs and we sure got the looks from other customers. Mom used the excuse that there was not booth space but we knew that it was to humiliate me. I was by then kind of enjoying the attention since I was relegated to the fact that I would be spending a lot of time in diapers. I was just hoping that no one that I knew would come into the store. Luckily, no one did.

When we got home, Angela was wet and mom changed her diaper. She asked me if I needed a dry diaper and I said no, even though I was wet. I was afraid that she would change me on the floor in front of everyone. I played in the family room with my cousin Jason and after I had to explain to him what had happened, he accepted it but still thought I looked funny. I tried to pass off that it was fun to get the attention and have everyone wait on you but he knew that they were only words I was trying to convince myself with. While we were playing I begin to cramp and I knew that I had to go poop real bad. I got up to run to the bathroom and when I went through the living room my mom grabbed me asked what was wrong. I couldn't hold it and I exploded right there in the diaper. Aunt Kristen and mom started laughing and said no wonder I was in such a hurry. Mom told me the bathroom was off limits but in this case she wished I would have made it. Kristen said that she was glad I wasn't hers to change and mom took me by the hand and told her she would be right back. She changed me on the floor and I heard Jason ask his mom where I was. She told him I was getting my diaper changed and as my mom laughed, I suddenly felt very small.

I begged mom not to make me wear diapers anymore but she said that she wasn't the on that started it. I begin to cry as I begged her but she only responded that I was truly acting like a baby. She told me it was nap time and told me to go to bed. She helped me into the crib and said she would be right back. I heard her talking to Kristen and a few minutes later they both came into the nursery. Mom gave me a bottle of juice and Kristen talked to me like a baby and told me they were leaving. She called Jason and Jackie into the room to say bye to me and told them that this is what happens when you act like a baby. They left laughing hysterically and I figured that I would not hear the end of it for a long time.

During the time of this humiliation I couldn't stop thinking about my mom wanting to embarrass me. She had taken me to a drugstore and ice cream store wearing diapers under my shorts but yet so people knew I had them on. She had embarrassed me in front of Kristen and her kids. I figured that maybe she just wanted me as a baby to teach me a lesson for dressing that way while they were gone. I decided to act like I enjoyed it and maybe she would quit. I fell asleep putting together my thoughts.

When I woke up, I peed in the diaper again so that it was soaking wet and drooping on me. I got a stuffed bear of Angela's and climbed out of the crib. I walked into the living room where mom was and announced that I needed a dry diaper. She looked at me questioningly and smiled. She told Sherry to get me a diaper and told me to lay down. Sherry brought a diaper and powder and mom changed me while commenting that I was sure wet. Afterwards I sat down by her and leaned on her and put my thumb in my mouth. She asked me why I was sucking my thumb and carrying a teddy bear and I told her that I was just trying to be the best baby I could.

Everything I did was done as a baby. I acted like a toddler that could walk and talk but anything I drank came out of a bottle. I played with toys and read books and watched T.V. almost all the time for the next three days. I enjoyed having mom wait on me and I would even tell her when I needed my diaper changed. She still talked down to me as a baby but I did not let it bother me. She continued on her ways with me and I could not see that my plan was beginning to work.

On Friday of the first week, my mom announced that we were going shopping. I asked her if I could wear my regular clothes and she said that it appeared I enjoyed being a baby so much that it would probably be disappointing to me to wear regular clothes. She got me some shorts to wear that just covered the diaper. We went to several stores that day, including department stores to shop. I walked alongside the cart with Sherry and Angela rode inside. I know people knew I had a diaper on because you could hear it rustling. When we were checking out at K-mart, the lady behind us asked my mom if I was wearing a diaper. She told her yes, and the lady asked her if I wasn't potty trained. Mom told her that I was just a big baby and needed diapers. We went to a pharmacy next, and mom took us in and bought both Angela and me more diapers. At the checkout counter, the lady made a comment that she was glad her kids were out of diapers. Mom told her that she thought hers would have been by now, except for me. The lady looked at me and smiled, and told mom that she had a bedwetter till age seven. Mom said she had her beat because her twelve year old still wore them all the time.

When we got home, mom changed me and put me down for a nap. I woke up when I felt mom changing my diaper several hours later. She told me to get up and put my clothes on. When I did, she told us that we were going to Grandma's house that night and stay till Sunday afternoon. She lived eighty miles away, and one of our cousins was having a birthday party tomorrow. I begged her not to take me in diapers, but she told me to hush and come on. On the way out of town, Dad stopped at an all you can eat buffet for dinner. When we were at the register, that clerk asked if I was older than twelve and Dad said technically yes, but that I was still in diapers. They charged me for the childs portion. Mom and Dad had a good chuckle and said there were some benefits to this. We went to Grandma's house and when we got there and was hugging her, she patted my bottom and asked how I was doing. I said fine, and left the room. I heard her ask mom why I was wearing a diaper and mom told her that I was acting like a baby by choice and so she was treating me like one. Grandma asked what I had done to be a baby in diapers and mom told her what I had done. Grandma said it sounded like I was needing attention real bad, and it looked like I was getting it. She asked what they other grand kids would think about it and Mom said that Jason and Jackie had already seen me and no doubt the others would tease me.

That night I slept in the crib that Grandma had in a spare room for the grand babies. I had gone out earlier to get my diaper bag and Mom changed me in the crib and gave me a night bottle under my Grandma's curious eyes. She nodded her approval when Mom bid me goodnight and left the room. I got up the next morning and went to the living room with my soaked and drooping diaper. Mom took me to the bathroom and changed me on the floor.

After we ate breakfast, my Aunt Kathy and Uncle Nathan and their three kids came over. They had Billy, who was my age, Terri, who was five, and a baby boy, Michael, who was 16 months. Kathy and Nathan had already heard what was happening to me from Mom and Kristen. They still had a shocked look on their faces when they saw me in a diaper. Billy started teasing me unmercifully until Kathy made him stop. Aunt Mary and her two girls, Katie, 11, and Amber, who was 9, came in about an hour later. Mary said that she didn't believe it until she saw me in a diaper. The girls started teasing me and finally started telling me how cute I was as a baby. My Aunts started talking about the diapers being so much like a baby diaper. They compared my diapers to Michaels' and talked about how much easier it was to baby a kid with these type diapers. Kathy told about a neighbor lady whose boy still wet the bed at 11 years old, and how she put diapers on him at night. She had babysit for this woman a couple of times and had helped him get the diaper on so he wouldn't wet the bed. She said that he had accepted it real well considering it was only at night. Mom told them that I was enjoying myself because of the attention it got me.

They asked if I was totally infantalized or was I a just a big boy in diapers. Mom told them that I slept in the crib and took night bottles, but otherwise I was like a two year old toddler still in diapers. She told them that it wasn't anymore trouble to have two in diapers than one. When they asked her how long I would be in them, she told them that she guessed as long as I acted like a baby. They asked her if she overreacted about catching me in the crib with a diaper on, and she told them that she could have accepted me just seeing what a baby felt like until she saw that I had used eight diapers and had drunken Angela's bottle of breast milk. They all agreed that I must have been enjoying myself. Mary finally asked me how I felt about being such a big baby and I said I guess it was alright and that I didn't have a lot to say about what Mom did to me. Mom told them not to be fooled, that I was really enjoying myself.

Finally, the talk drifted to other things, and I hesitantly went outside to play with the other kids. Billy, Katie and Amber came over to me and Billy started his teasing again. Katie told him to be quiet and leave me alone. When he wouldn't they told him to leave all us alone because we didn't want him around. Katie and Amber didn't tease me, but were interested in how I felt. They asked me why Mom put me back in diapers and I told them everything. Katie asked why I had acted like a baby while my parents were gone, and I told her that its exciting to do those things when your alone and free to do as you want. I told her it was just exciting to do things you wouln't ordinarily do, but Mom was carrying the punishment too far. I told them it wasn't too bad because I got a lot of attention and did not have to act my age, therefore didn't have to worry about things.