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Description: This is a story about make believe boys doing things that about .1% of boy wish could happen. But things don't happen t hey are make believe, play acting, or role playing.
My name is Donny I am 8-years-old I have three brothers Billy and Bobby are twins they are 6-years-old and Timmy is 4 frac12 -years-old. Summer vacation starts today and we are so happy no more school until fall. I woke up in a wet bed just like I have done every day sense I can remember. I have never had a dry night but my brothers don't know I am a bed wetter mom helps me keep it a secret. Timmy starts potty training today and he is anxious to be a big boy like us. Mom helped me get cleaned up and changed into dry pajamas so my brothers would not discover my wetting problem.
After she was finished with me she woke Timmy to find his Pull-Up was still dry. She asked him if he needed to potty he said no. She removed his Pull-Up and put clothe training pants on him and said try to be a big boy today. She handed him his clothes and watched him dress himself like a big boy. At breakfast everyone was seated at the table even Timmy in a booster a chair not a baby highchair. She told us if you are wearing diapers you must use the highchair but if you are wearing big boy underpants you can sit at the table like a big boy. Timmy was so happy he said. "I a big boy now."
After breakfast Timmy said. "Me go potty." Mom took him by the hand and they went to the bathroom and Timmy used the big potty. He was so happy! When he came out he said I'm a big kid now. After Timmy came out I went in, in a big hurry or I would have wet my pants. Mom told Timmy if we had an accident we would have to wear plastic training pants for the rest of the day.
My brothers and I were having so much fun building a fort behind the garage. Timmy was even helping. We had plywood that dad said we could use if we did not cut it, we had a good start with three walls up when I felt my pants start to get warm. Just about that time Timmy said Donny wet his pants. Billy and Bobby look at me and started to laugh. Timmy went running to the house yelling mommy, mommy.
A few minutes later mom came walking out while I was walking to the house we met about halfway. Mom asked me. What happened? I said I don't know. I just am going to go get some dry pants. Mom grabbed my hand and said I will help you. I said I can do it myself. She said no you are not.
Mom led me into Timmy's room and pulled off my wet summer shorts and underwear. She wiped my crotch and bottom with a baby wipe. She reached into a drawer and pulled out the biggest pair of plastic training pants I have seen. She told me to step into them before she changes her mind and puts me in diapers in stead. I stepped into them quickly and she pulled them up followed by a dry pair of my summer shorts. I looked just like a toddler because I was very small for my age I was just a little lager than Timmy by about 3 or 4 pounds. I walked out to our fort where Bill and Bobby had finished the last wall and put the roof on it. All my brothers looked at me a giggled even Timmy was laughing. Timmy said. Donny still a baby. Bobby and Billy said ya and babies can't come into our fort. I said. Yes I can I am not a baby. I said. These are training pants not diapers. They said. They were diapers. They said training pants are big baby diapers and if you are wearing them you are not aloud in the fort. They said remember you made that rule yesterday. I said. Yes! But I am not really wearing diapers. They said. Why are your pants puffing out like Timmy's did yesterday? I told them they are training pants that is what mom said they were. They said they still look like diapers and anyone wearing them can't come in. They told Timmy he can come in now because he is a big boy and don't wear puffy pants. They went in the fort and started to play.
I tried to go in but they shoved me back out and said go play with the baby things that are all over the yard baby. I ran into the house crying to mom. Mom said I made that rule yesterday so I have to live with it. I started to cry and mom warned me to stop or she would give me something to stop me. I cried out no you can't. She grabbed me pulled down my pants and started to spank me so hard it seamed to last for hours. When she stopped she pulled my training pants back up and put a pacifier in my mouth and told me to keep it there or I would get more spanking.
Mom told me to go out and play before she spanks me more and keep my pacifier in my mouth no matter what. If she finds me without it in my mouth I would get spanked. I walked out still crying through my pacifier. My brothers said see we told you that you were a baby.
I went to play in the sandbox by my self while my brothers played in the fort. I was so upset I did not notice my need to go poop until the last minute. I got up and made a made dash to the bathroom but Timmy was going to the potty by his self and had the door locked. I yelled to mom she came running just as I messed my pants and Timmy came out of the bathroom. Timmy said. I am a big kid now. Mom said. Good big boy, she turned to me and said that's how to be a big boy. Now what's wrong with you, then she smelled the problem. She asked me if I pooped my pants I hung my head and said it was an accident Timmy had the door locked. She grabbed my hand and led me to Timmy's room where she had me flat on my back on the changing table with Timmy watching. She pulled off my summer shorts and t-shirt leaving me with just thick plastic training pants. She put a cloth diaper under me and pulled off my messy training pants. Then she used several baby wipes to clean my bottom. After she had me all cleaned up she folded up two thick cloth diapers and pinned them on me followed by a pair of large plastic pants. Timmy giggled and said Donny looks like a baby. Mom said. Yes he does as she put my pacifier in my mouth.
She told Timmy to take me out and play until lunch. Timmy led me outside dressed only in plastic pants and a diaper. Sense we lived out in the country and our nearest neighbor was a mile away and no one would see me. So I just aloud him to lead me outside. Once out side my brothers said looks like you are a baby after all. My brothers said they don't want to play with a baby, that they are big boys. They went to the fort leaving me to play by my self. I hopped up on the spring horse we had and bounced and pretended to be riding a real horse. I was having some fun when mom called us in to eat lunch.
I walked into the house behind my brothers and saw the highchair next to moms' chair. Mom picked me up and put me still sucking my pacifier into the highchair and put the tray in place. She removed my pacifier then I asked why I had to eat in the highchair. She asked my brothers what she said a breakfast. Timmy said. If you wear diapers you eat in the baby chair. She said that was right. Sense you are wearing diapers you have only baby things to use and only baby things. She started to feed me while my brothers ate their lunch.
After lunch mom told me it was nap time she carried me to Timmy's room and changed my wet diaper that I don't remember wetting and put me in the crib. I jumped up and started to climb out but mom warned me if I did I would get a bare bottom spanking I would not forget. I lay back down and cried until mom put the nipple of a baby bottle in my mouth. I started to suck it as she told Timmy this is Donny's room now you can have his room. We can take his baby plastic sheet off of your new bed sense Donny will not be sleeping in it. See Donny still wets his bed like a baby.
I fell asleep only to be awakened two hours later by my brothers Billy and Bobby. They checked my diaper and found that I had wet during my nap. They put my pacifier in my mouth and changed my diaper just like they did with Timmy when he was in diapers. I just let them because I did not want mom to get mad. They helped me out of the crib and we walked to the kitchen where I asked mom. When could I get out of diapers? She told me if I could be dry for two and a half hours for a week she would get me in training pants and if I kept them dry for three hours I would get thin training pants. If I was accident free for another six weeks I would get my under pants back but not until then.
She told me to get my big boy bed back I would have to be dry for six months to a year both day and night. I would be wearing diapers at night until I was dry for six months. If I had just one little daytime accident I would have to start all over with diapers. She told my brothers she wanted them to show Timmy how to change diapers so when I wet my next diaper to show him how.
She told my brothers to keep an eye on me that babies shouldn't climb too high or use big boy toys that they could get hurt on. She told me to mind all my brothers and do what they tell me to. She said from now on everything that is Timmy's all his toys, crib, highchair, and car seat are mine. Sense I was just about the same size I would wear his clothes. He would be using all my things from now on. Now go out and play and mind your brothers.
I put my pacifier back into my mouth and went out to play. I had to play with all the baby toys no big kid things. Just a half hour later I had to pee so I let it go in my diaper and the wetness indicator on the front of my diaper told everyone what I had done. I could not stop it, it just happened with little warning. Timmy said. Look the baby has a wet diaper on let's tell mom. Billy said no we have to change him, ya Bobby said let's go in and we will show you how to do it. Timmy took me by the hand and we all walked to my nursery where they laid me down on the changing mat. They told Timmy to take my diaper tapes loose and pull my diaper off. He did that with out trouble.
They told him to wipe me off with the baby wipes. He wiped me off real good. They told him to use the baby powder on me. He put baby powder all over my diaper area. Then they told him to roll me on my side and put the new diaper on my bottom and roll me back on to it. After I was rolled on to my new diaper they told him to bring it to the front and tape in on me. He had changed my diaper in less than five minutes. Now we can go play again.
I was so embarrassed letting my baby brother change my diaper. Timmy led me out to play until dinner. When dinner time came mom called us in dad was sitting at the table when I came in wearing only a size 5 Pamper. He said. Looks like we have a little change here don't we. I hung my head with tears in my eyes. He said it was OK with him if his big boy is now a little boy again, but he hopes that it's only for a little while. He picked me up and put me in my highchair and had the tray in place. All my brothers were sitting at the table getting ready to eat. Mom gave dad my food and he started to feed me after she put my bib on.
Dad was feeding me my third baby food meal of the day. About half way through my meal I tried to tell them I needed to go poop. But every time I opened my mouth in went a spoonful of baby food. Poop was soon coming out and I could not stop it. I followed the poop with a flood of pee. Dad said smells like some needs his diaper changed after we get done here. When dad was done feeding me he handed me a baby bottle of milk and I started to drink it while everyone else at their meal.
After dinner dad took me to my room and put me on my changing table and changed my wet and messy diaper with out a word. He then carried me into the family room and put me in the playpen he built for Timmy that was taller than a normal playpen, because Timmy could climb out of a normal one. It was as tall as my forehead I tried to climb out when no one was looking but I failed. So I sit down and started to play with the baby toys that were in it. I was having fun with different toys when I felt my diaper get wet, I was wetting without trying to.
Mom came over to the playpen and said. Bed time for baby and picked me out of the playpen. She said. But first we need to change your wet diaper. She put me in the crib and changed my diaper and put a one piece sleeper on me that had the legs sowed together. That made it hard for me to even stand let alone climb out of the crib. She handed me a bottle and I started to drink it because I was so thirsty. Mom turned out the light leaving my night light glowing. I was the only one afraid of the dark my brothers had to have a dark room to go to sleep. I went to sleep sucking my bottle in my crib for the first time in six years.
The next morning I was awakened by Timmy reaching in the crib and unsnapping the crotch snaps in my sleeper to check my diaper. When he stuck his finger into my diaper he found I had once again wet my bed during my sleep. He yelled to mom he wet his bed again mom. So another day being a baby started. By the end of the month I was just like an un-potty-trained two-year-old. My brothers keep treating me just like a baby they keep me away from big boy things.
I am so use to the crib and highchair it is something I looked forward to. Timmy is so good at changing my diaper he can change me almost without waking me up if all I am wearing is a diaper. He likes to change me and treat me like a baby it makes him feel so big and grown up. He and my brothers don't allow me to do anything more than a one-year-old. I crawl most of the time and am not aloud to talk more than baby talk.
I am so use to wetting and messing my diaper I just let it happen. It is so natural for me to use my diaper like a baby no one even noticed it became part of my daily routine. Witch is wake up get my diaper changed, eat in my highchair, get my diaper changed, play in my playpen, get my diaper changed, play outside, get my diaper changed, eat lunch in my highchair, get my diaper changed, take my nap in my crib, get my diaper changed, play outside, get my diaper changed, play in my playpen, get my diaper changed, eat dinner in my highchair, get my diaper changed, play in my playpen, get my diaper wet diaper off so mom can give me a bath, get my night diaper and pajamas on, get put in my crib for the night. That is my typical day plus or minus a diaper change.
Mom needs only to put my night diaper on my brothers' take care of all my other diaper changes. Timmy is the one that takes care of me most of the time he feeds me, changes me and plays with me. After eight weeks of being a baby mom told me if I could stay clean and dry for and hour and a half I could wear Pull-Ups to school next week.
It took all week of trying mom told me I could wear Pull-Ups to school instead of diapers. She said if I could come home dry for six weeks I could wear regular training pants without the plastic cover. But I would still wear diapers at home until I could stay dry for two and a half hours. That I would still sleep in a crib until I was dry at night for one year.
It took me until December 10 to get regular training pants. They were thicker but did not crackle or make noise when I walked. Every one found out about my Pull-Ups on the second day of school I was in the third grade and we did a lot of thing in groups. When I walk into my reading group on of the kids new I was wearing Pull-Ups because his little brother wore them too and he knew the sound they made.
But after December 10 when I started to wear regular training pants everyone started to tell me I was a big boy again. Then on the last day of school before Christmas vacation I wet my pants on the way home just after I stepped off the school bus. No one new what I had done except my brothers sense the houses were so far apart. When I walked into the kitchen Timmy said look Donny wet his pants. Mom told Timmy to get me changed in to my diapers and nothing else. I started to cry on my walk to my nursery. I was so upset I forgot I needed to poop when I came into the house. I messed my pants before we walked in to my nursery.
Timmy removed my coat, shirt, shoes and socks, and my pants. Leaving me standing in my nursery dressed only in wet messy training pants. He went to get a wash basin and washcloth to clean my messy bottom. Mom asked him what he was doing. He told her I had messed my pants too. She let him do his job and he had me all cleaned up and dressed in a double thick diaper and plastic pants. I could barely walk more of a waddle. When I waddled into the living room mom had my pacifier in my mouth and in the playpen before I could react.
Timmy asked her what is going to happen now. Mom told him nothing he has to start all over with diapers for two weeks then Pull-Ups for six months then thick training pants for six months, thin training pants for six months and then big boy pants like you.
Timmy asked what about all the baby things? Mom told him until Donny is wearing thin training pants he has to use only baby things no big boy things that is the rules. If he still wets the bed he stays in his crib and wears night diapers. If he wears night diapers he is not aloud to wear thin training pants. So if he wants to get out of being a baby he needs to stop wetting his bed don't he? Timmy giggled and said. Yes.
Timmy asked me why I wet my bed all the time it is so easy to not be wet the bed. He has not wet his bed sense he was a little baby. He said all you have to do is not pee till you wake up in the morning. I felt so ashamed having my baby brother telling me how easy it is not to wet my bed. Mom gave Timmy a glass of Kool-Aid and me a baby bottle of formula. I liked the sweet taste of it so I started to suck until it was empty. By that time I was wet but did not know it nor did I care.
For Christmas all the things I received were for someone two-years-old or less. I really did not care sense that is all they would let me play with. I was so use to being a baby it was normal to play like a baby. When we went back to school I was again back to wearing plastic training pants and it would be three weeks past my ninth birthday before I could be wearing just the thick training pants without the plastic. Another six to twelve before I would be wearing regular thin training pants. My birthday came and I received a big crib. It was big enough for and adult let alone a small kid like me. Mom said sense I have not had even one dry night and I would be sleeping in it for at least another one year she wanted to be prepared. She told me I would be sleeping in it until I stopped wetting my bed for one year no matter how old I was. To get out of night diapers I would have to be dry for six months no matter how old I was.
My first night in my crib I tried to sneak out and go poop in the potty like I did in the past. I could not get out and had to poop my diaper. When morning came they found me wet and messy that meant I was back in diapers. I was back in diapers full time and back to babyhood.
Summer was coming and I could hardly wait maybe they would get tired of keeping me in diapers and let me go potty when I wanted to. I could start wetting and messing so much they would not want to be changing all the time. So the last day of school I would mess my pants so they would diaper me and then start wetting every time and any time I felt just a little like I needed to.
The last day of school came and on the way home I messed my training pants so I was put into diapers ten minutes after I got home. I wet my diaper soon after and my plan went in to effect. I started to wet every 15 to 20 minutes. I went to sleep and messed my diaper just before I fell asleep. The next morning Timmy changed my wet and mess diaper and walked to the kitchen. Mom put me in the highchair and fed me baby food. I was on my way to be a baby for my second summer in a row.
After three days of constant wetting and messing mom told my brothers not to change my diaper unless I messed it or it was leaking. Sense I had my pacifier in my mouth and no one really played with me I could not get them to change my diaper immediately after I wet it. So I got use to wetting my diaper until it leaked then they would change me. Sometime it took three or four wetting. I was wetting every 30 -45 minutes by now. I thought they would get tired of changing me and let me wear at least training pants. But after three weeks it was automatic for me to just wet or mess my diaper. I never even knew I was wetting until someone saw my leaky diaper. I messed at every meal while sitting in my highchair I could not help it by now, or did I even care.
At the end of summer I was even more of a baby then I ever have been sense I was two-years-old. There was no difference between me and an un-potty trained two-year-old. I played and acted just like a two-year-old. Mom dressed me like a two-year-old it was easy I wore size 6 boys clothes and she could modify them with snaps and other thing that made them look and work like toddler clothes.
On the first day of school mom led me to the toddler wing of our privet school while all my brothers went to the grade school wing. Mom told me sense I was no longer potty trained at all this is where I belong. My new teacher led me into the baby room of the toddler wing and changed my wet diaper. She carried me over to the playpen where three other babies were. I still had my pacifier in my mouth. I looked around the large playpen and saw nothing except baby toys. But I saw toddler toys out side of the playpen with five other kids playing.
I wanted to climb out and play with the older toddlers' but when I tried to climb over the rail I found that I could not pull myself up far enough to climb out. The rail was four feet high and I could not climb out. I had to play with infant toys while I was in the playpen. I was in the playpen all day long every day. When I was not in the playpen I was either getting my diaper changed or eating. After three weeks in the playpen crawling and playing with infant toys they let me out of the playpen. They told me to be a good boy or they would put me back in the playpen.
I started to play just like all the other kids I was just a little bigger than them but they could do more things because they were being potty trained. I asked when it would be my turn to be potty trained. They told me I was not ready yet, I use too many diapers. They told me if I ask that question or any question about my diapers I would be put in with the babies where I would spend my whole day in a crib every day nothing but a crib. To show you what we mean you will spend the rest of this day in there.
They led me to the baby room where they had a crib already for me. They put me in it and closed the top. I could not climb out or stand up so I just lay on the crib mattress staring at the mobile hanging over me. I soon fell asleep sucking my pacifier. They woke me up at noon and fed me my lunch through a baby feeding bottle. After three jar of food the held my formula bottle while I drank it. By the end of lunch I hand wet and messed my diaper just like I always do. They changed me and put my pacifier back into my mouth.
I started to play with the crib toys and had some fun when I noticed I had wet my diaper again but I did no know when I did it, it just got wet. I was board but I tried to have fun with the baby toys any way. I was napping again when I found my diaper being changed because it was leaking. I played until mom came in to pick me up and I could go home.
The next morning they asked me if I was ready to go back with the big boys. I said. Yes. When I walked back into my class I found more than half was in thin cloth training pants. I was back to the last one to be potty trained so I just gave up and stayed in diapers for the rest of my life.
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