Hi, my name is Bobby, and I would like to tell you about my first experience with diapers when I was eight years old. I guess I should tell you first that I wore diapers as a baby until I was potty-trained at age two. I never wet my bed at night, and was what most mommies would consider a good boy.
One evening, my mother and father decided to go to New York city, and stay over night. I was to stay with my aunt, who had three children, ranging in ages from six years to eight months.
I was staying in a bedroom with my cousin Tommy. Everything was going great until bedtime. Being boys, we were telling jokes, laughing, and just generally having a good time. My aunt yelled to us to settle down, and go to sleep.
Then, one of us would say something, and the whole thing would start all over again with my aunt ending it by yelling. Then after about three or four times, she made a threat to her son. "You know how I handle big boys who act like babies, don't you?" I asked Tommy what she meant, and he told me that a few times when he refused to go to sleep right away, his mother would treat him like a baby, by making him drink a bottle, while diapering him. "What if you have to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night?" I asked. "You don't," Tommy said, "you have to use your diaper."
Just then my aunt burst into the room. "I warned you didn't I." Tommy kept trying to tell her that he was only explaining to me what she had meant earlier. She just fired back with "Well, then Bobby won't be surprised by what's going to happen next, will he?" At first I didn't know what was happening, it all took place so fast, and I was still startled by the way she burst into the room. The next thing I knew, I had a baby bottle filled with milk stuck in my mouth, followed by my aunt cooing, and gooing baby talk at me while she took off what I was wearing. I was so frightened, that I started to cry. "There, there Bobby, auntie is going to take good care of you while your mommy and daddy are out of town. Tonight I'm going to have all babies in the house."
With that, she lifted my legs up, slid a diaper under my bottom, and laid me back down on it. Next came the baby powder, as she began smoothing it all over me, I started to have a nice feeling come over me. I don't know exactly how to describe it, but it was like a feeling of security, that nothing could hurt me. Unknowingly, I started to get an erection, and my aunt started telling me in baby talk that "Widdle Bobby must wike his widdle baby didies, auntie just might have to keep the precious baby in diapers while he's here." Then while still taking baby talk, she pulled the diaper up between my legs and pinned it in place. "I guess I better put wubby panties on this precious baby, we wouldn't want to mess your bed up would we," and with that, she put a pair of plastic baby panties on me.
Next she proceeded to so the same thing to her son Tommy, and in a short time, she was telling us good night. Just before she turned off the light, I asked the question "What if I have to go to the bathroom during the night?" "Then you use your diapers, that's why babies wear diapers, cause they don't know what bathrooms are." "But- but sometimes I have to potty big during the night." "That's okay," she said "you still have to use your diapers, and just to make sure you do, I'm locking the bathroom door."
I asked Tommy how often this happened to him and he said maybe two or three times a month. We talked for a few minutes, and I think each of us had the feeling that it felt nice to be diapered again, but wouldn't admit it to each other. It was that secure feeling that I had.
After a few minutes of silence, I rolled over, put the bottle back in my mouth, and continued to nurse until it was empty. Then I fell asleep.
Early the next morning, I had forgotten what had happened the night before until I started to move, and felt the diaper against my bottom. The plastic pants making their tell-tale rustling sound. I had to go to the bathroom, then I remembered that my aunt said that she was going to lock it. What was I going to do! I really didn't want to go in my diapers. Just then, Tommy woke up, and asked me what I was doing. "I'm trying to find a way to use the bathroom." I told him. "No way," he said, "if she comes in and sees that you still have a dry diaper on, then she'll just make you wear it until it's wet, even if it takes all day."
I noticed that Tommy's bottle was still two-thirds full, while mine had been drained since shortly after my aunt gave it to me. I asked Tommy, "Isn't your mother going to be mad that you didn't drink all your bottle?" "No," he replied, "that isn't the important thing, using the diaper is the important thing- say, did you drink all of your bottle like a good baby?" I showed him the empty bottle, and told him that I thought we had to drink it till all the milk was gone. Although, I must admit that after I started, I didn't want to stop. Then Tommy asked me "Did you wet your diaper yet?" "No, I just can't seem to be able to." Tommy showed me how completely relax, while laying on the bed, and let the flow start. When I finally did let go, it was impossible to stop until my bladder was completely empty. All of a sudden, I realized that I had to potty big. I told Tommy, and he said, to just relax and let it go. I told him that wetting was one thing, but messing was something else all together. "You might as well," Tommy told me, "you're going to have to wear a diaper all day anyway." I asked him what he meant by that, and he told me "If you have to potty big, and don't do it in your diaper, then you get punished, by wearing a diaper the rest of the day, and if you do it in your diaper then she tells you that you like wearing diapers, and still makes you wear them the rest of the day. So your stuck- you'll be in diapers all day."
At first the thought of being diapered all day seemed tragic, but the more I thought about it, and the more I talked with Tommy about the way I would be treated like a baby for the rest of the day, it started to sound pretty good.
"Do you really think I should mess my diaper?" I asked Tommy. "You might as well- anyway, it really isn't that bad- In fact, it kind of feels good." So, after rolling over on my stomach, and with little of no effort, I started to let go. The diaper started to fill. Just then my aunt entered the room. "It seems that one of you is being a real baby, now which one is it?" I was too embarrassed to say anything, and besides, I was still messing in my diaper. It only took a moment for my aunt to realize what was happening, and she said that she would take care of Tommy first.
Since Tommy was only wet, she just took off his diaper, and told him to get a shower before getting dressed for the day. Then it was my turn.
"Is the baby finished yet ?" I told her yes, and she proceeded to undress me. As the plastic pants came off, she started talking baby talk about how much Bobby was "tinky", and that "widdle baby's auntie" was going to take good care of him for the rest of the day. After getting the diaper off, she took me into her bathroom, and as she filled the tub with water, told me what the rest of my day was going to be like. "After we get baby his bathy, then we're going to put him in clean diapers, and baby pants, take him down stairs and feed him some breakfast. Then we'll let you play in the play-pen with your baby cousin until nappy time. Now you know that as a baby, you can't use the bathroom all day, you'll just have to use your diapers, and if you need to be changed you just tell your auntie, and she will take care of everything."
After the bath was finished, I was powdered, diapered, and wore a pair of baby print plastic panties. I was starting to enjoy this. The felling of soft cotton birdseye against my bottom felt so good, and the wonderful smell of baby powder, was so fresh and clean. Once down stairs, I was put into a high chair, and fed a bowl of oatmeal. Then all of a sudden Tommy chimed in with "Mom, did you see that Bobby drank all of his bottle last night?" "He did? Then I guess we better get him a bottle to go with breakfast." As she fixed the bottle, I could feel the tears staring to well up in my eyes. "No need to cry little one, I'll take care of you." And with that she picked me up out of the high chair, and took me into the living room. While sitting on the sofa, humming softly, she rocked me, and bottle fed me. God- This WAS WONDERFUL. The rest of the day went pretty much the same. I played in the play-pen with my baby cousin, had my diapers changed, and another bottle for nappy time, and just generally had a wonderful day. That evening, my mother called, and asked if I was ready to come home. I told her that I would like to spend one more night at my aunt's. My aunt got on the phone, and told my mother how good I had been, and was happy to have me spend another night.
At about 8 o'clock, she got her two youngest children ready for bed, and afterwards took me up to bed. There was another clean diaper, and baby powder, and another full bottle of milk for me to drink. She held me for a few minutes, feeding me my baby bottle, and as she did, I managed to tell her how nice this day was, and how much I enjoyed being her baby. She replied that I could be her baby anytime I wanted to. "I'll tell you what," she said, "from now on, if you feel like being babied, you just call me aunt B.E., and that will be our little secret."
Needless to say, that name was used quite often over the next few years, and my aunt never disappointed me. Even today, although she has passed on, those initials are still part of my life.