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It was the first week of June, school was let out for the summer and I was an ten-years-old going on a summer vacation at the beach. I have not gone to school but my friends do mom home schools my brothers and I. Mom had rented us a beach condo for two months. Sense dad was killed in a plane crash two-and a half years ago mom had become rich from the insurance money. But this is the first summer we could try to enjoy it.
I could not wait I loved to play in the ocean and sand after all I was a ten-year-old. I was also going to try to learn to surf. I had two brothers Billy was three and a half, Timmy was just eighteen months old. They were fun to play with but not for very long sense they were limited by what they were aloud to do. Mom had just potty trained both of them last week because Billy was slow at it and Timmy was quick to learn from his brother. We would not have to put up with diaper changes all the time from them wetting and messing them selves all the time like babies do. I still had a secret that mom helped me keep from my brothers, I still wet the bed every night I still wear Pull-ups for toddlers because they still fit me and they were cheaper than Good-Nites small. I am aloud to change my own wet clothes unless I leaked then mom would help.
My secret was getting very hard to keep and would be even harder when we got back from vacation. Because mom had ordered new bunk beds to replace my brothers cribs for our shared room. They could get on my bed and feel the difference of a plastic sheet on my bed and no plastic sheet on their bed. With more freedom to our room they would find my Pull-ups that I wear to bed every night. They went from diapers to cloth training pants to big boy underpants. At daycare they called Pull-ups diapers not training pants. My thoughts were on vacation what was going to happen when we returned.
It was going to be so much fun at the condo because mom told me they had all kinds of video games for me to play and a computer. They had toys for my brothers so they would not bother me and it was located right on the beach. They had four bed rooms and I would have my own bed room without my brothers. Finely I would have some privacy and would not be bothered by them. Most important they would not find my Pull-ups.
When we arrived I found it even better than I could have dreamed my room had a patio that opened to the beach when ever I wanted to go out I could. After we unpacked mom told me she needed to go to the rental office and the store to get food. She asked me if I wanted to stay there at the condo or come with her. I told her I would stay and play with the X-Box. She told me to lock the door, not to go out or let anyone in. I said OK. She told me she would be gone for about three hours because she was going souvenir hunting.
After she left I explored the condo I found a lot of neat and strange things. In the kitchen I found a large highchair big enough for me, I was small for my age about the size of an eight-year-old!! Then I found a stroller big enough for me!! Then I found a nursery with things big enough for me. Then I remembered mom told me the people that owned the condo has a little boy that is eight-tears-old that he was mentally handicapped.
I walked in the nursery and looked at all the big baby things everything looked like I could use it. Then I had an idea. I had always wanted to see what it was like to wear real baby diapers again not just those Pull-ups. So I ran to my room and removed my clothes and ran back to the nursery naked. I grabbed one of the disposable diapers and lie on the changing table and put it on. It felt strange to be in a real baby style diaper that fit so loose. I looked in the mirror at my reflection and I looked just like Timmy did last month before potty training. Then I saw the baby bottles so I grabbed three and I ran to the kitchen wearing only my diaper filled three of the bottles with water and returned to the nursery.
I put the bottles in the crib and looked for some clothes to put on. I found some sleepers with feet and mittens. I decided to try to put them on but when it came to the zipper it up the back I had a problem. Then I saw some string I could to put it in the zipper hole and tie it to one of the mittens and when I raised my hand I could get it zipped up and when I lowered my hand it would be up-zipped.
I stepped in to the sleeper and zipped it up then unzipped it. My plan worked just like I planed. I zipped the sleeper up and walked to the crib I had a lot of trouble getting into the crib but finely made it. Even though the railing was down it was at my chest if I stood up. I lay down and looked at the clock I had about two hours until mom would get back. Plenty of time I grabbed the side rail and lifted and with a lot of trouble it finely clicked I let go it stayed. I was in the crib just like a baby and started to suck the bottles when I finished the last bottle I decided it was time to get out before mom got back even though I had about and hour and a half. Besides I needed to pee.
That is when I saw the string on the floor. I looked back at my mitten the string was gone. I tried to reach the zipper but with the mittens on my hand I was helpless. I tried to shake the crib apart but only got tired of trying. The ceilings were high and the crib had no top the railing was at the top of my head. But with my mittens I could not even climb out without help. I was as helpless as my baby brothers in their cribs.
I still needed to pee with all the water I drank from the bottles. I had no choice but to wet my diaper just a little but I could not stop at just a little and flooded the diaper, now I know what a baby feels like to wet his diaper during the day. When I wet the bed I would be asleep and not know what it felt like. I lay down and watched the clock about ten minutes from the time mom said she would be back I felt the need to poop now the diaper did not even feel damp this diaper works so good I could pee even more before it would leak. I hoped mom would get back before I pooped in the diaper too that would be the worst. Twenty minutes passed the time she said that she would be back she was late. I decided to let a just little poop in my diaper, hoping I would not make a big mess. But just as I tried to let just a little go I lost it totally and filled my diaper with the full load of poop I have been holding for hours. I felt like a real baby now helpless and in need of a diaper change. Ten more minutes passed and I was asleep totally worn out by the experience.
I was awakened by giggling my brothers were looking at me calling mom. I was crying when mom walked in the nursery saying what is going on in here. When she saw me in the crib she asked me what I thought I was doing in there. I told her I was just playing around and asked her to let me out please. The she smelled my accident and asked me if I pooped my diaper. My brothers just being potty trained giggled. Mom told me I knew about the rules about messing my pants. I told her I was a big boy not a baby being potty trained. She told me rules are rules I knew them when I put the diaper on. I started to cry as she lowered the crib railing and carried me to the changing table. She unzipped the crotch zipper and removed my wet and very messy diaper cleaned me then gave me a bare bottom spanking. I was crying helplessly as mom put a clean diaper and plastic pants with my brothers help.
After my diaper change I was back in the crib with no way out I lay down and waited for mom to return. Ten minutes later mom returned and carried me to the kitchen and put me in the highchair and fastened the seat belt followed by the tray. I was still crying until mom put one of Timmy's old pacifiers in my mouth telling me to keep it in my mouth. So I sat in the highchair and waited for my food. I watched as mom had two booster seats sat at the tables for my brother's as they sat eating their big boy food as mom started to feed me because I was helpless with the mittens on my hands. I had to eat three jars of baby food.
After my meal mom handed me a bottle and told me to take it like I did in the crib. I tried to tell her I need to pee but she held the bottle in my mouth so I sat in the highchair and sucked the bottle as I drank I could not hold my pee and wet my diaper just like a baby. After I finished mom released me and told me to go play with my brothers.
I walked into the family room and my brothers were playing with their toddler toys and mom was right behind me telling me to play with them or go back to my crib. I got on the floor forgetting my wet diaper and started to play. They thought it was great having another baby to play with. After about thirty minutes mom walked over to me and unzipped my sleeper and said baby needs a diaper change. My brothers watched as I received my second diaper change in eight hours. Mom told me I was now the baby of the family and would not get out of diapers for six weeks.
I started to cry again but mom put the pacifier in my mouth and I began sucking it because it helped me relax and have something to do. When mom left us she told my brothers to watch me and make sure I don't leave the room or take my pacifier out of my mouth. I felt so ashamed being baby sat by my baby brothers.
Mom returned a few minutes later with what I though was a clean sleeper. But after she had removed my slightly wet sleeper she put the new one over my head instead of snapping the crotch shut she bent my knees and zipped up the bottom. Now I could not stand up because the new sleeper would not let me straighten my legs. I had to crawl just like a baby and with the mittens I was still helpless.
Mom put me in the playpen in the corner of the room so I could play without my brothers grabbing the toy I was playing with. Except the toys that were in the playpen were baby toys not toddler toys like the toys they were playing with. After about a half hour of just sitting in the playpen I started to try to play with the baby blocks and Bizzy-Box I was starting to have some fun when mom said it was babies bedtime.
She checked my diaper and of course it was wet sense I had such a small bladder. She figured that she would finely get me to stop going to the bathroom so many times in a day. My bladder was about the size of a two or three-year-old. She told me before I get out of diapers I would have to hold my pee as long as my brothers. After she changed my diaper and had me in the crib for bed she handed me my bedtime bottle witch I began to suck without being told. Mom turned out the lights and closed the door leaving just the small glow of the night light. I could barely see the bars of my crib but I felt so safe and secure I lay back sucking my bottle until I fell asleep.
The next morning my brother Timmy woke me up saying wake up baby Donny time to wake up. As I woke up Timmy put my pacifier in my mouth and I began to suck it just as mom walked in. She said good thing you have your pacifier in your mouth or you would be bare bottom spanked again. Just you remember that you have to do what your brothers tell you to do or you will be bare bottom spanked again. I remembered what a bare bottom spanking felt like and did not want that to happen again.
As mom changed my wet diaper Timmy asked mom if he could help and he was soon helping at every diaper change. I could not stop what was happening to me because the sleepers and crawlers mom had me wearing all the time prevented me from escaping. With mittens and short legs preventing me from standing. I was just as helpless as a baby needing to be fed and changed constantly and with my brothers helping. Mom began to train them to change my wet diapers and feed me.
For the first two weeks the weather was bad and we stayed inside. I got so use to wetting and messing without even trying to stop it even a little I had no choice. I was so use to not walking or talking that the nineteenth day of our vacation at the condo mom put me in the stroller dressed in just cloth diapers and plastic pants just like a toddler that was not yet potty trained. I did not even put up a fuss I was a good baby in all ways just sucking my pacifier as both my brothers pushed me to the beach. Mom put a blanket on the sand and put me on the blanket. I was not able to stand so I crawled off the blanket on to the sand and started to play just like a baby. No one even noticed I was just a little big to be in diapers and I was so use to wearing them and did not care.
After another three weeks I was totally baby trained and a baby in every way. I had forgot that I was an ten-year-old not a two-year-old. But if I could act like a two-year-old I would be walking and talking witch I have not do sense the second day of my baby treatment. Mom caught me standing in my crib holding the bars. She grabbed me and removed my wet diaper and spanked me hard on my bare bottom until I thought I was going to die. After five minutes of pain she stopped and put a clean diaper on me and tried to get me to stand. But I remembered what she told me and fell down right as she let go of me. I crashed to the floor just like baby that did not know how to walk yet.
My butt hurt so bad I could not sit or lay down for two days. I had to sleep on my stomach and play with out sitting. She told me until I was aloud to walk I was not aloud to talk. So I had been a baby for five weeks mom and my brothers were so us to me being helpless. I had almost forgot about being a big boy not a baby because my brothers kept telling mom what I was doing every time I tried something that a baby was not aloud to do.
Three weeks more of being treated like a real baby and made to act like that real baby. Now the vacation at the condo is over I am a real baby in every way. I don't talk or walk. I don't feed myself or hold my bottle. I need help with what ever I do, I have even started to drooling and need a bib to keep my T-shirt dry. But most of the time I just suck my pacifier and play with my infant toys mom has bought me.
When we left the condo mom left my big boy clothes in the closet in the room that I would have had if I was a bib boy. All my new clothes mom bought for me were bought at the same shop the owner of the condo use for the little handicapped boy that lived there. I thought when we left the condo I would not have to use the baby things any longer. On the way home I wet my diaper six times and wet and messed once it was only a ten hour drive to get home.
I could not wait to get home so I could be the big boy of the house again. I did not fall asleep until we were ten minutes from home so mom let me sleep in my car-seat while she got everything in my brothers' room ready. She removed my bed first then sat up the bunk beds then removed one of the cribs and got the other one ready for it's occupant me. It took her about an hour and a half and the room was ready and all my stuff was unpacked.
Mom carried me into the house and sat me in Timmy's old highchair and put the tray in place. I was now awake sitting my highchair waiting on my food. I saw Billy and Timmy eating their food at the table setting in their booster chairs. I knew better than to talk so I did the only thing I knew I cried. Mom told sense I was still a baby I need to learn how to do things first before I could be a big boy. She told me I would have to learn to walk before I was aloud to talk. She was feeding me my baby food while she explained what she was going to do for me so I could learn just like a baby should. I messed my diaper and wet as I ate my meal just like a baby should.
Mom changed my diaper on the changing table in our bedroom. Mom put my sleepers on me and put me in my new crib or my brothers old crib, it was smaller than the one at the condo but it was not too small. Mom explained that she would get a big crib for me. I fell asleep sucking my bedtime bottle and woke up sucking my pacifier just like magic I never knew how it happened but I was so relaxed because of it.
I continued to suck my pacifier while mom changed my wet and messy diaper. I wake messy about half the time and mom don't even make a big deal out of it and I don't even know the difference when I am messy or just wet. This is the first day at home and it was just like we were at the condo nothing has changed I am still a baby. After breakfast and another diaper change mom dressed me in my first toddler clothes then she put on my new shoes. The shoes looked like baby shoes mom said it was time for me to learn to walk. I tried to stand when she held my hand but my food just rolled over and I fell so mom tried again I fell again. Mom said it takes about two or three months to learn to walk. She put me in the playpen and left the room. I tried to stand up but fell I started to cry so Timmy put my pacifier in my mouth and that relaxed me.
I did not know the shoes had a round ball in the arch preventing me from standing and mom could control how much of the ball was there. After a month of trying to walk mom removed just enough to allow me to stand a short time without falling. I could hold on to the wall or furniture and walk holding on to things just like a toddler. Two months and I was walking almost as good as Timmy. Mom told me I was now aloud to talk like Timmy but until I was potty trained that is all. She told me I was just like Timmy now what ever he was aloud to do I was aloud to do.
First time feeding my self in the highchair. I had a lot of trouble and was ten times messier than Timmy ever thought of. I had food everywhere the tray, my face, my hair, my hands, my bib, and everywhere within two feet of where I was sitting. It was like I was a one-year-old. I needed both my hands to hold my bottle.
Mom asked Timmy if he would help potty train the baby. He said. That is too easy to use potty just do it in the potty not your pants. Mom explained that the baby needs help to know how to hold back his pee and not wet his pants. Timmy said. OK.
Mom took me to our room and removed my wet diaper cleaned me up with a baby wipe and sat me on the potty chair in the corner of the room and fastened the seat belt. She turned the timer and told me to sit there until I went off. She told my brothers' to make sure I did. Five minutes it went off and my mother came back and put a pair of Pull-ups on me and told my brothers how the Pull-ups worked. She told them to look at the design on the crotch if it disappears I have wet my self and need to get changed. But before I can get changed I need to spend time on the potty and showed them how to set the timer.
She told them to ask me if I need to potty all the time. If Donny messes his pants to come and get her. She left the room leaving them in charge of my potty training. I was potty trained and knew how to use the potty without help. I was going to show them how a big boy uses the potty.
We were playing and about a half hour after mom had left the room Timmy grabbed my hand and said potty time. I jerked away and said. NO. Timmy said. You need a change, your pants are wet. I said no they are not. Then I looked down the design on the front of the Pull-up was gone. I had wet my pants for months without needing to hold it I have forgotten how and now I really need to be potty trained again. I started to cry. Timmy put my pacifier in my mouth and Billy and Timmy help me get my wet pants off. I had to sit on the potty after my brothers cleaned my wet bottom off. Timmy fastened the seat belt that was out of my reach and Billy set the timer. I had no choice now but to sit on my potty and wait. I sucked my pacifier and waited for the timer to go off.
The timer went off five minutes later and a stink started to come to me from where I was sitting. I had unknowingly pooped in the potty. Timmy found what I had done and called to Billy then they called mom. Mom just said good job Timmy now show Donny how to wipe his butt and wash his hands. Timmy took my hand and guided it to do the job. Billy pulled up my new Pull-ups and took me to the bathroom and washed my hands. We went back to the playroom and started to have fun again.
I was wet within fifteen minutes and again spent five more minutes on the potty with nothing happening. Then just before lunch another wetting followed by more potty time. Mom came in the room and called us to lunch.
I walked to the kitchen where mom sat me in my highchair. I was sitting in my highchair when I felt my pants warm and realized to late what I had done. May be I could keep it a secret from my brothers and mom would take care of it. But after lunch Timmy looked at me sitting in my highchair and said baby is wet again he told mom that I have not been to good at using the potty. Mom checked the used Pull-ups then gave Billy a diaper to put on me after potty time instead of anther Pull-up. After I spent my five minutes on the potty Billy had me lay on the diaper and my three-year-old brother put the size 6 Pamper on me. I felt so ashamed failing potty training. Mom came in after Billy had my diaper on and said we can try it again in a few days.
It was nap time and in the crib I went. Mom handed me my bottle and I started to suck it just like I have learned at the condo. I was asleep in minutes but just before I fell asleep, I felt the back of my diaper push out because of the load of poop I put into it. I felt so relaxed and safe with a warm load of poop in my diaper. I had failed my first potty training session but maybe with my brothers help I can get it right but not for two more days.
For the next two days my little brothers kept telling me not to wet my diaper and hold back. I got to where I could hold it for forty-five minutes. Now I start potty training just after breakfast I was sitting in my wet night diaper eating what Billy was feeding me. I felt my diaper get warm because I could not hold my pee any longer. But sense I had a diaper on and not a Pull-up it was OK I am aloud to wet in diapers without punishment.
When mom led me to our room she removed my diaper telling me I will remain in night diapers until I stopped wetting my bed. Then she handed Billy my Pull-up and told him to help Donny put it on so he can try to be a big boy again. She told me if I wet more that four times I would fail potty training and be in diapers for three months before I would get my next potty training time.
With a lot of trips to the potty with my brothers strapping me on the potty every half hour I still wet my Pull-ups four times by 4:00PM I was back in diapers full time now. Billy could do my diaper changes and mom did not have that to do so she did not care if I still need diapers or not. She let my brothers take care of me for that three months. She told me I would have to be diapered until I stopped wetting so much. Now it is getting close to Christmas and I was doing home schooling mom had me take a placement test from the state I placed in the eleventh grade. So if I was potty trained I could go to high school. But I was happy to stay at home with my brothers.
My brothers were so good at keeping my diapers changed about ten times a day. Billy would change me with Timmy's help. After of the three months Timmy was able to change me without help. Timmy would make me suck my pacifier while he changed my diaper. I liked my pacifier and did not mind because it relaxed me. My brothers babied me so much there was no difference between me and the other babies at daycare except size. I was still the size of a very small eight-year-old. Size 6 Pamper were still loose on me and I would have to wear size 5 Pampers to play in and size 6 Pamper to sleep in.
Sense we got back from vacation I had to spend two days a week at daycare where I was with the two-year-old diapered kids. I fit right in and no one saw much difference between me and them sense I was dressed just like them. I played, napped and ate just like them. Except I used twice as many diapers because I kept wetting every forty minutes or so even with my brothers help I could stay dry not much longer that an hour.
Now it has been ten months sense that day I tried to see what being a baby was like and succeeded at being turned into a baby. I am now eleven and my brothers are three and a half and two and a half. They keep me clean and dry by changing my diapers all the time sense I use diapers just like a one-year-old. I have been babied so long now that I am a real one-year-old baby in every way but my education. My diaper wetting is getting more like a two-year-old than a one-year-old and my social skills are that of an eighteen-month-old. I wet my diaper every hour instead of every fifteen minutes. I need to hold it for two-hours before my potty training can start so it looks like I will be wearing diapers for at least another year or so.
Mom took me to the doctor last month and he said I looked like I was a healthy toddler but developing very slow in my bowel and bladder control but may be in another year Timmy would be ready for the potty. Then mom told him that I was Donny not Timmy. He did more tests and cane back and told mom I still would not be ready to use the potty like a big boy until I can stay dry for two hours. He also told her there is no signs of me hitting Puberty for another two years or longer. That I would be small until then and to just keep me in diapers like she is doing. I whimpered as I heard that and mom put my pacifier in my mouth. I started to suck without thinking just like a baby I have become.
On the way home I pooped and wet my diaper and did not even realize I even did it because I had fell asleep in my car seat. Mom woke me up and removed me from my car seat and told Billy to take me and change my diaper. I followed Billy because he had me by the hand. I felt the load in my diaper squish with every step I then knew I had put a very large mess in my diaper.
Billy had me on the floor beside my crib on the changing mat. Timmy was pulling my plastic pants off and Billy was getting the baby wipes. Then Timmy untapped my diaper and Billy started to clean me it took ten wipes to get me all cleaned up and ready for a clean diaper. This time Billy put one of my thickest cloth diapers with my baby print plastic pants. I was then aloud to get up and go play. As I waddled passed a mirror I saw myself and I looked just like a diapered toddler but what could I do. I am not potty trained and keep forgetting to hold my pee.
I just went to play and did not even think anything more on the way I looked. I was just a diaper boy and my brothers did not mind taking care of me. It was just the way things were and I was so use to being a baby that is the way I wanted it to be. It has been one year sense mom caught me in the crib at the condo and I am now what I wanted to just try out, I am a real baby that needs help with everything, eating, sleeping, playing, and keeping my diapers clean and dry.
Mom started to give me so much to drink at first I was wetting every fifteen minutes and wetting my bed three or four times a night just like a one-year-old. After three weeks I was wetting only every hour and wetting two or three times a night. After six weeks I could stay dry for two hours and wet only one or two times a night.
Mom told my brothers it was time to potty train Donny now. They said. Do we have to, he isn't very good at being a big boy he is just a baby. Mom said we have got to potty train him. I was playing in my playpen in the other room and did not hear what they were talking about. She told we will start the training after his nap time.
Mom came in and told me it was nap time she changed my wet and messy diaper and put me in my crib. I was asleep in minutes sucking my bottle just like I have done for the last year. When I woke up mom changed my wet diaper and put new Pull-ups on me. She told me to tell one of my brothers when I need to go potty. That is all I was aloud to wear was Pull-ups. I was so use to thick diapers and the thin Pull-ups felt funny to me. But I went to play with my brothers. Just before dinner time Timmy took me by my hand and led me to the potty and pulled down my training pants and told me to sit on the potty like a good boy. He quickly fastened the strap locking me on my potty. He set the timer to ten minutes like mom showed him and went to play. I could not do anything but sit there and wait on someone to release me.
About three minutes later I heard music coming from the potty I was peeing in the potty for the first time in over a year. I was surprised and started to giggle because I linked my full bladder to the need to use the potty not my pants. My brothers and my mother were so happy they congratulated me at being a big boy finely. Timmy release me from the potty and Pulled up my training pants I was done.
I finely could go potty by my self with guidance from my brothers. I had many accidents in my pants both poop and pee but within six weeks I had no poop accidents only wetting accidents. After three more weeks I had only one wetting accident that week. Mom told me I would stay in training pants until I had one month with no daytime accidents. After two more months I was still wear training pants because I could not stay dry for more than three weeks.
Mom was still home schooling me and I took a test that would see where I belonged in public school. When the test results came back I had a high school Diploma I had graduated high school and did not have to go and be teased for wearing baby clothes. I was aloud to stay home with my brothers and mom sense I was so small. I could stay with them and go to daycare with my brothers they were told I was eight-years-old sense I was the size of a seven or eight-year-old. I am not close to going through puperty yet so that's what age they thought I was.
At daycare I had to wear my Pull-ups just in case I had an accident and my brothers helped me keep my secret. I would stand up to all the bullies that bothered them sense I was a lot stronger that any kid in daycare.
Its been two summers sense I was turned in to a baby socially and now my social standing is that of a two-year-old that is almost potty trained. If it were not for my brothers reminding to go potty I would still be diapered. But I am getting better at doing that myself. I can feed my self and only use a bottle at nap time and bed time. I still use a pacifier when I get upset or tired. At daycare I have to stay with the toddlers not the preschool kids.
I am the size of a eight-year-old but I and still skinny and toddler Pull-ups still fit me just fine. When we go to daycare I go with my brother Timmy and Billy goes to the kindergarten class. Timmy is so mature for his age everyone in our class thinks he is a kindergarten. But sense I am so school smart and can read they think I am a big kid wearing diapers still. I keep telling them they are Pull-ups not diapers but they nic-named me Diaper Boy Donny. The first couple days of that made me cry and need a pacifier. But now it don't bother me.
Daycare was only for two days a week for Timmy and I, but Billy went five days a week to learn to socialize with big boys and not babies all the time. I have never been to school in my life and did not know how to socialize with big kids even though I was real smart and could do collage school work I was still socialized as a preschool kid. At the age of twelve I still ate in my highchair, took a bedtime bottle, slept in my crib, dressed in toddler clothes with snaps in the right spots, use thick night diapers, and wear Pull-ups. I have not worn underpants in more than two years. Mom showed me my old poop stained and yellowed cloth training pants. I don't remember having that many accidents but mom said I was constantly wetting my pants.
She told me I was potty trained when I was fifteen months old she thought. Everything was fine because she could keep and eye on me and get me to the potty most of time. Then when I was seven and a half my brother Billy was born she stopped keeping an eye on me that is when I started to have wetting and messing problems. Mom was changing me as many time as she was changing Billy but she did not mind.
Then when Timmy was born she kept telling me she was going to diaper me too if I did not stop wetting my self. I started to get sit on the potty every twenty minutes and my wetting stopped and mom told me that from now on to sit on the potty every twenty minutes and gave me a timer so when it went off I would go running to the potty and pee. That went so well I thought I was really potty trained and so did my brothers sense they were still diapered. They were learning to hold their pee and poop so their diapers would be dry longer.
The spring before that vacation I was returned to diapers both my brothers could stay dry for three and a half or four hours and poop only once ad day. Mom Potty trained both of them in on day. I still need pull-ups on shopping trips but they did not. They did not know about my bed wetting and pants wetting problems and mom tried to keep it that way.
Then that vacation at the condo my secret was out and my brothers did not even tease me they just treated me like I was their baby brother and I had to let them. So for the last two year they have been caring for me just like I was a baby. In my mind I was their baby brother socially after they have changed many of my wet and messy diapers. They feed me and dress me like a baby brother even now that I am almost potty independent. They still tell me what I am aloud to do and what I can play with.
I wish I could stop having my potty accidents during the day so I could get out of training pants. I almost made my one month dry pants test but missed it by just six days. I have eight months worth of my potty accidents and just twelve accidents. My bed wetting is still a big problem sense I wet more that two time a night. Mom changes my diaper before she goes to bed and again at three in the morning and I am still wet in the morning.
Now I am thirteen the size of a small ten-year-old still able the wear toddler size Pull-ups and sit in most baby chairs where I usually end up sitting at the restaurants or amusement parks. My brother Bill is now bigger than me and Timmy is almost my size except he weighs more. Baby diapers would not fit on either of my brothers but they still fit me just fine. At the age of thirteen I still use all the baby things at home I used two years ago even the training potty in the play room, because of my emergency potty needs that happens quite often. When I feel the need to go potty I can hold it no more than one minute then it comes out. That is why I still wear Pull-ups.
I still wet the bed more that two times a night. I still like a bed time bottle in my crib. I still suck a pacifier when I play. My brothers still make me sit on the potty every hour and a half for five minutes. My brothers feed me in a highchair. I still have accidents in my training pants like a two-year-old and my brothers take care of me like a baby brother and I am thirteen-years-old.
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