Authors note: This is a true story to the best of my ability to recall events from my early childhood. I clearly remember most of the events just as they are related here.
However, in cases where my memory is not clear or there are gaps in what I know to be true, I have relied on a combination of logic and intuition to fill them in. I will leave it to the reader's imagination to decide for themselves what is real and what is imaginary. My story begins on a warm, sunny morning. I went back to my room and didn't have long to wait.
She came briskly into my room, stripped off my pajamas and laid out two folded diapers on my bed. As she lifted me up and lay me down on top of the diapers she said, "First we put the baby on the diapers. Next she lifted me off the bed and took me by the hand and led me over to the full-length mirror on the closet door.
A boy in diapers
Mommy took me downstairs and put me in the playpen where she had left my baby brother, then lifted him into the high chair. Before long Mrs. Thompson, our next-door neighbor, bustled in through the back door.
She came by for coffee almost every morning, so she no longer bothered to knock. As she passed the playpen she gave me a startled look, then laughed and said to my Mom, "Don't tell me you have two in diapers now. She sighed, then shrugged her shoulders and chuckled.
Thompson two jars of baby food, one of strained carrots and one of strained peas.
Back in diapers
I didn't care for the texture but the flavor wasn't bad. It was pretty clear even to me that it would do no good to complain. As she fed me the second jar of baby Mom put me back in pampers I began to fidget and soon the warmth of a freshly wet diaper began to seep between my legs and the dampness soaked through and spread across the front of my diapers. Thompson, "I can see why Stevie's back in diapers! Thompson lay me on the floor and took off my wet diapers, then put me on the potty chair until I had performed.
This time I was taken into the nursery to be diapered. She dropped the soggy diapers in the pail and folded together two fresh diapers. Thompson as she slid a pair of baby pants over my ankles and up my legs. But as she lifted my ankles again and tried to tug them over my diapers it was clear they would be too tight. Once again she lifted me by the ankles and slid the baby pants under me. The top two snaps closed easily, but the bottom one just wouldn't stay closed.
Thompson read aloud, "Extra large vinyl baby pants - for the big baby who is still in diapers. Thompson laughed and said, "I'll be glad to watch the little one; take your time. Its plenty warm outside so you don't need anything more; lets let everyone see how cute you look in those diapers. Besides, it will be easier to try on those big baby baby pants this way!
I hope the store has the items from the catalog - you're going to need them! At the end of Chapter one my mother was getting ready to take me shopping for extra large baby pants and more diapers. My mom put me in the car and fastened the seat belt this was before car seats were required for childrengot behind the wheel and we set off for the catalog store.
Throughout the ride, she reminded me that I was now a baby again. I can just imagine what the ladies at the store will say when they see that you are still in diapers!
In town, she parked the car and got me out. Then she took my hand and led me down the sidewalk. As I reached up to take her hand, my t-shirt rode up and completely exposed my double diapers. At the store, we headed for the baby department. When we arrived, mom lifted me up and sat me on the counter.
8 years old and back in diapers part 2
As you can see, my big baby is exactly that, aren't you Stevie? When she returned she had several pairs each of snap-on and pull on baby pants. She unsnapped the baby pants that Mrs. Thompson had barely gotten over my diapers and then lifted me by the ankles just as she did when diapering my baby brother and slid the baby pants out from under me. With equal ease she slid the larger baby pants under my bottom and lowered me onto them.
Mom had always liked for me to call out "snap" each time she closed a snap on my baby pants. Unfortunately for me, I wet my diapers before she could lay me down and take off the snap-on baby pants. Then she stood me up and pulled the new baby pants up over my wet diapers. We can just leave the pull-ons on Stevie until we can change his diapers.
Back at the sales counter, my mom asked "Do you mind if I change his diapers right here while you ring up our purchases? Oh, and you might want to use this changing pad that was returned earlier today. As my mom lay down the changing pad she said to the ladies, "Stevie has wet his diapers: I hope you don't mind if I change them here. She opened the package of flat diapers and folded two of them together and then opened the day and night diapers and added two of them to the stack. Then she lay me down on the changing pad and slid my new baby pants off and unpinned my soggy diapers.
When she had dried me off and powdered me, she lifted my legs by the ankles and slid the stack of dry diapers under me. As mommy finished diapering me another of the ladies watching asked, "Isn't he a little too old to be in diapers? Mommy laughed and said, "That's for sure, this big baby is four and two months; I think his baby brother will be out of diapers before he is!
My mom put me back in diapers because i wet my bed by accident a few times .
She just shook her head when mommy and me both exclaimed "snap, snap, snap" as she put on my baby pants. Back at the sales counter, the lady who waited on us said, "Here you go ma'am," and handed my mom two shopping bags with the four packages of new diapers in one and my five new pairs of baby pants in the other. Mom paid for our purchases and took me by the hands for the walk back to the car. The first two chapters told of the day my mother put me back in diapers. What follows is my recollection of events that took place during the time I remained in diapers - until it was time for me to start school.
My memories of the things my mom did are clear, but I don't recall with any certainty when they took place or how old I was at the time. We lived in a warm climate, so mom left me in just diapers and baby pants most of the time. It didn't take the neighbors long to get accustomed to the idea that I still wore diapers.
Even my friends eventually got tired of making jokes about it. But mom never gave up on teasing me for remaining in diapers as long as I did. One of her favorite things was to diaper me in front of guests. It happened often, but I recall one evening in particular and that is where my story s.
I went up to the nursery and got the diapers, pins and baby pants. My little brother was out of diapers by now, but my mom kept the nursery as it was.
She often showed the room to her friends and reminded them that although my brother was wearing big boy clothes, I was still in diapers. Sometimes when she was diapering me in front of her friends, she changed my diapers on the nursery changing table.
I slowly took the diapers, pins and baby pants down to living room.
Chapter it wasnt my fault
Mommy folded the diapers together and lay them on the floor with the diaper pins and baby pants. Of course, my diapers were almost always wet. When she found me in soggy diapers. Mom would say, "Stevie, tell everyone what you have done. It's a good thing we have three diapers for my big baby to wear tonight!
She would dry me, the lift me by the ankles again and slide the stack of dry diapers under me. I had quickly learned what would happen next.