Author: BabiJohnny

I was ten years old when I was re-introduced to wearing diapers. I had been playing in a park one Saturday about two blocks from where I lived when I got cramps and an urge to go to the bathroom. I started home and about halfway, I could feel it starting to come out. I sat down and waited for the urge to pass, and then went home. When I got there, my step mom was in the bathroom, so I waited till she got out, and then made a dash for it. She asked me why I was in such a hurry and I said I had to go. She said it smelled like I already did go and told me to stand still. She pulled my shorts down and saw the mess in my underwear. She told me to get into the shower and wash myself and my underwear out. She told me to hand out the underwear and when I was clean to go to my room.

After showering, I went to my room and started to get dressed. My step mom came by the door and told me not to put my clothes on, and she would be right back. I started worrying about the bare assed spanking I figured on getting. When my step mom came in, she said that boys my age should not be messing their pants, and asked why it happened. I said that I had just been playing and did not take the time to come home to the bathroom. She said that it wasn't the first time that I had mess in my underwear, although this was the worst time. I said that sometimes I just didn't realize I needed to go and by the time I did it was too late. She told me to lay there because she had something to solve the problem and she would be right back. I thought she meant the leather belt she spanked me with and then I started worrying harder.

It was about ten minutes later when she came back into the room with some of my two year old brothers cloth diapers in her hands. When she sat down on the bed and started folding them to fit me, I realized what was going to happen. I asked her not to put diapers on me, but she told me that if I didn't realize that I needed to go to the bathroom, then I should still wear diapers. I started crying when she told me to lift up and she slid them under me. It was humiliating as she pinned them on and told me to get up and look at myself in the mirror. I cried that I was too old for diapers, and she said that anyone who still messes their pants should be in diapers till they learn not to. She put a T-shirt on me, and told me to go to the den. When she came into the den, I asked her how long I would have to wear these diapers, and she said she didn't know. I asked what if I had to go to the bathroom, and she laughed and said that was what the diapers were for since I used my pants anyway. Then she told me not to get on the furniture because I didn't have plastic pants to protect it. She left the room and came back a few minutes later with a playpen that she had stored since my brother, Larry, did not use it anymore. She told me to get in it since the mat was plastic, I wouldn't hurt it if I had to go.

She gave me a pillow, and I laid down and cried myself to sleep. When I woke up a couple of hours later, Larry was watching me, and I wondered what he was thinking, since my step mom was still trying to potty train him. I had to go pee real bad, and I hollered to my step mom and asked if I could go use the toilet. She said no, and I sat down trying to hold it back.

After about fifteen minutes, I finally let go and soaked the diapers. When my step mom came in she said she was glad I was in a playpen, because I was soaked. She got a towel and told me to raise up and slid it under me, them unpinned and pulled my diapers off. She asked me how it felt to be treated as a baby in diapers, and I told her it wasn't any fun. She told me that if she found anymore mess in my underwear, then I would go back to diapers. I told her I wouldn't ever do it again, and she let me go get dressed.

I went one week without soiling my underwear. I was riding my bike to a store with friends when I got an urge. As I rode, the urge passed, and I forgot about going. When I got home later, there was a big stain in my underwear, so I took them off and went to my room to get a clean pair. As I was changing, my step mom walked in my room and asked what I was doing. She asked if I had messed my pants, and I started crying and said a little bit. She took the underwear from me and told me to lay on the bed. I started crying and she came back in with diapers and proceeded to diaper me again. She said that I had not learned my lesson, and now I would have to wear diapers. I asked how long, and she said longer than last time. She put a T-shirt on me and told me to go to the kitchen. She came in a few minutes later with Larry and told me to follow her. We went to the garage and she told me to get into the car. I asked where we were going and she told me to run an errand. I asked if I could put shorts on and she said no. We drove for about twenty minutes across town to an area I had never been and stopped at a drugstore. She told me to get out and go with her. I begged her not to take me in wearing a diaper but she told me that she would spank me and then take me in if I didn't come on.

We made quite a sight with Larry and I holding her hands with both of us in T-shirts and diapers, the only difference was that Larry's' were disposables. People were looking at us and laughing but it didn't bother my step mom and certainly not Larry. She took us to the baby items, and when a clerk came to help, she said she needed a large pair of plastic pants. He told us that they no longer stocked large plastic pants since the adult disposable underpants had come out. He showed them to her and said they had them in my size if that what she wanted. She laughed and asked how he had guessed that they were for me. They were youth size disposable underpants but when he opened one, it was just a diaper like Larry's', only larger. She said that was great, and told him to get her a case of them. My heart sank when I saw that there were 96 diapers in a case, and she told him that would be enough to start with, then laughed. She took several out when he loaded them in the trunk, and told me to lay in the back seat. She then changed my diaper to a disposable one, and said that these would work even better. I had cried myself out and I just sat there wondering what else she would do. She went to a grocery store several blocks away and told me she needed to pick up some groceries. We got out, with me protesting the whole time and went in. Larry rode in the basket and I had to walk next to them holding onto the cart. I could hear people laughing and several asked my step mom how old her baby was. I kept my head down and tried to ignore the comments. I did not pay any attention to what she bought as I tried to keep my face hidden. In the checkout line an older woman behind us asked how old I was and why I was still in diapers. My step mom said that I had a problem with toilet training, and that I was ten years old. The lady said that I was most certainly the oldest child she had ever seen in diapers. My step mom said that I wasn't very big for a ten year old and the diapers made me look even littler.

On the way home, I accused my step mom of hating me since she had to watch me while my father traveled out of town. It was the usual step mom-stepson rivalry between us even though they had been married four years, and I felt that she still resented me. She told me that if I hadn't acted like a baby by soiling my pants so much, this would have never happened. When I said that she didn't have to embarrass me by taking me into stores, she said that these were stores that no one even knew us, and she was also embarrassed by having such a big boy still in diapers. She said that Larry wasn't embarrassed dressed as he was, and since I needed diapers, neither should I be embarrassed.

PART 2

> On the way home, I accused my step mom of hating me since she had to watch me while my father traveled out of town. It was the usual step mom-stepson rivalry between us even though they had been married four years, and I felt that she still resented me. She told me that if I hadn't acted like a baby by soiling my pants so much, this would have never happened. When I said that she didn't have to embarrass me by taking me into stores, she said that these were stores that no one even knew us, and she was also embarrassed by having such a big boy still in diapers. She said that Larry wasn't embarrassed dressed as he was, and since I needed diapers, neither should I be embarrassed.

When we got home, I went to my room, laid down, and cried for a long time. I fell asleep for several hours, and when I got up to go to the den, I needed to go pee, so I stood in my room and wet the diaper. It felt warm and made the front of the diaper mushy, but it held all the pee. When I went into the den, I was shocked to see my step mom's sister, her husband, and their two kids, Gary and Cindy, who were seven and five. I ran out, but my step mom said to come back because they had seen me already. I went back in and they all teased me about the diaper being wet. They were amazed that it was so much like a baby diaper. When they left, I asked my step mom why she embarrassed me in front of them, and she said that they were bound to see me sometime, anyhow they had brought me something. I asked what it was and she said that it was a surprise for later. She told me to lay down on the floor and she took the diaper she had been showing them, and changed me. She said that the disposables were much more convenient than the cloth ones.

After we ate dinner we went to the den to watch TV and my step mom got the playpen out and told me to get in it. I asked why I had to and she said that she just wanted to see me in it. I got in and started watching TV. A little bit later I saw a flash and turned around to her taking pictures of me. I begged her not to take pictures but she said she didn't have many baby pictures of me and now was her chance. She told me that since I wore disposable diapers, I didn't have to stay in the playpen. She got pictures of me getting out and also walking around the room.

When it got 8:00, which was Larry's bedtime, she told us that it was time for both of us to go to bed. I said that I got to stay up another hour but she said that 8:00 was bedtime for all babies. I protested, but she made me go to bed anyway. When we got to my room she told me I wouldn't be sleeping in my room. I asked where I would sleep, and she said to follow her. We went to Larry's' room and when she opened the door, I saw why her sister and brother in law were there earlier. There was now two cribs in the room, and she told me that I would sleep in the nursery with Larry, in my own crib. I fought her and she said that I had no choice and then picked me up and put me in the crib. I started bawling and kicking and she smacked my leg with her hand, and told me to hush up. I kept sobbing and she put Larry in his crib and said she would be right back. When she returned she told me she had something to make me feel better and I said what. From behind her, she produced a baby bottle of milk and told me that when babies cry, they get a bottle and I was no exception. I told her I wouldn't drink it and she said that was okay but, milk didn't taste as good after sitting out overnight and I would just have to drink it the next day. I started sucking and she got her camera and took more pictures of me in the crib. Larry went right to sleep, and I laid awake for about an hour before dozing off. I woke up before it was light needing to pee, so I did it in the diaper and then fell back asleep.

I woke up the next morning to the flashes of her camera. My step mom told me she wanted pictures of me because I was so cute curled up in my crib asleep. She asked how her babies were and then changed Larrys' diaper. When she came over to me, she pulled a diaper out of the diaper stacker at the end of my crib. I raised up and she changed me like a baby in the crib and she said she noticed that I had finished my bottle like a good baby. I told her that it wasn't fair to treat me like she was doing, but she said that since I still did babyish things such as mess my pants, then I would still be treated like a baby. I think she was just paying me back because I was the outsider to the family and the soiled pants was the excuse.

I told her that my dad would straighten her out when he got back, and she said that we would just wait and see. I asked when he would be home and she said it would be one more week. Then I asked her if I could go to the bathroom by pulling the diapers down if I told her I needed to go. She said no, that if I needed to go, to use the diapers. Then I asked why I was in trouble for messing my pants when she still wanted me to go in the diapers. She told me that if she had to clean up the mess, that she would rather it be in diapers and it was to teach me a lesson.

She helped us out of the cribs and told us to play till she got breakfast made. A little later she called us to the kitchen to eat and when we went there I saw two high chairs at the table. She put Larry in one and told me to get in the other. She put the trays on and put our plates on them. She said we could feed ourselves and gave us cups with lids on them to drink out of. After eating, she told us to play together and to be good. We played with our toys till afternoon, with each of us getting our diapers changed once. She changed us on the playroom floor after noticing both of us had wet our diapers. About 2:00 she came in and told us that it was time to take a nap. I told her I didn't want to as I did not take naps anyway. She told me that all babies take naps to not be so cranky. We went to the nursery and she helped us into the cribs. When I complained that I wasn't sleepy, she said she would be right back. When she came back she had a bottle of milk and gave it to me and told me that it would make me sleepy. It had been warmed up and after drinking most of it I was sleepy. I slept several hours before waking up with my stomach churning. I felt the need to go real bad, and finally I exploded in the diaper. I looked over to Larry, but he was already up. I laid there feeling real babyish when my step mom came in. She told me it was a good thing I had diapers on as it would have been a real mess in my underwear. She put a clean diaper on me and helped me out of the crib.