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Jack and Donny Part 7-Happy Bubba’s Day Donny’s eyes blinked open. He groaned, he was still tired but something told him he had to wake up. He looked around it was definitely early, it wasn’t even totally light out yet which meant that it wasn’t time for his bubba to co e and get him yet which also meant that he should still be sleeping so then why did he feel like he needed wake up. He groaned, maybe if he closed his eyes he could still get back to sleep. He was just about to roll over and try to get back to sleep when it him him like a lightning bolt. Donny broke into a huge smile and with a jolt sat up. Donny could feel the excitement in his tummy. Today way a special day. Most people called it Father’s Day. But to Donny it was something different. When Donny of a parent or even a father the only image that came to his mind was his Bubba. After all Bubba did everything for Donny, he took care of him, dressed him, fed him, gave him baths, made sure his diapers were clean and dry. He always kept Donny safe and he gave the best hugs, kisses s d cuddles. His Bubba did everything a daddy should do. So today was Bubbas Day. It was their first one since Jack had become Bubba and Donny had to show Bubba how much he loved him, after all his Bubba was the best Bubba of them all. Donny had been working on his plan for a whole week ever since playgroup then the group leader had reminded all of the kids that Father’s Day was coming up and had them all make card for their Bubbas. Donny was a great artist. Bubba always loved hid art work and had a lot of it hanging all over is bedroom so Donny knew Bubba would love a special Bubbas day card made just for him. So he did his very best art work and made sure to use his non dominant hand to do his very best most littlest boy scribble writing just the way Bubba liked. When Donny had finished he couldn’t have been more pleased the beautiful pictures were paired with writing so juvenile that it looked like a real toddler wrote it. As proud as Donny was of his work some part of his brain, the part that missed being big was concerned about how easy and natural toddler writing was becoming for him. At this point toddler writing just like toddler everything was Donny’s default and he had to remind himself and make conscious effort to write like a big boy on the rare occasions he had to do so. Once Donny had finished his card he had enlisted his uncle Billy who always brought him home from play group to help him took it home hid it in a special hiding place so he could surprise his Bubba with it. He had checked on it everyday since to make sure it was still hidden and to his relief his Bubbas day card was always right where he left it. Donny frowned that felt like a year ago not week. He shook himself from his thoughts, time was weird. Time was a hard concept for Donny now, after all Bubba didn’t let him see clocks of know dates because those were things for Bubbas and other grownups to worry about. At school the uncles worked hard to shield Donny from these concepts as well and the fact that their school had a rotating schedule only heightened this confusion so time had basically become meaningless to Donny, he ate when Bubba said it was dinner time, he took a bath at bath time, went to bed at bed time and got to play at plat time, that was all Donny needed to know. A while back, Donny didn’t know how long exactly because time was hard Donny had told Jack that he was worried that doing big boy things was becoming harder and harder for him. He had explained that just like using his diapers, toddler writing was becoming more and more natural. Unlike Donny who was uneasy about these developments Bubba had broke into a huge smile and explained it was all happening because Donny was the best baby in the whole world and his brain was just helping him remember that. This had just confused Donny but Bubba was so happy about it and if Bubba thought it was good then it must be, after all Bubba knew what was best for Donny, Bobby knew everything. Donny looked around. He had to be careful with this part. He knew it was very early because the sun hadn’t woken up yet so he knew everyone was sleeping but he also knew that right next to his crib was the baby monitor Bubba used to check on him after bedtime and during naps so he knew if he made too much noise Bubba would wake up and everything would be ruined. However Donny had a plan. He had been practicing and he knew that if he got as close to the side of his crib as he could and reached out his arm he could just reach the off button on baby monitor. He just had to hope that bubba didn’t wake up before he was ready. With his mission clear in his brain Donny scooted all the way over to the side of his crib and laid back down. Just like he had practiced he reached out his little and extended his finger tips. His hand could just reach the power button on the monitor and with a simple press the power was cut and the camera were down. Donny was not being watched for the first time in a long time. Donny froze, he was surprised at how alone and vulnerable he felt knowing his Bubba couldn’t see him. Sure he had no privacy, it was a well known fact that babies didn’t need privacy but it also meant that Bubba would know if he needed him, that Bubba couldn’t keep him safe and that scared Donny more than it should. He sighed, he was being silly. Jack was just in the next room. Anyway if all went well he would be with Bubba very soon. With that thought in mind Donny moved on to the next part of his plan. This part would be the hardest, he had to get out of his crib. Taking a deep breath Donny rolled over and pushed himself up on his knees. He eyed the rail of the crib. If Donny was honest with himself this part made him nervous the rail looked very high, almost insurmountable. Donny knew this was mostly in his head. A crib rail is not that high his logical brain told him. The problem was Bubba’s voice in his head was much stronger than his logical brain and the Bubba in his head told him to STOP! It told him that this was naughty and dangerous and that he was too little to even be considered climbing out of his crib, it told him that the rules was that good babies stayed in bed until their Bubbas came to get them. Donny gave an involuntary shudder. It was so hard to disobey Bubba even the imaginary Bubba in his head but he had to. Donny steeled himself, this was for Bubba to surprise. His Bubba did everything for him so Donny could do this one thing to make his Bubba happy. Donny made a check list in his head turning off his monitor rule 1 broken. He put his hand in the crib rail and used it to push himself to a standing position. Standing in his crib rule 2 broken. He knew what he had to do next he had to climb over the side. Once again Donny eyed the crib rail. It didn’t look any less formidable. As gently as possible Donny lifted his leg so his foot rested on the top of the rail. He smiled this was easier than it seemed . He felt like a mountain climber. Now all he had to do was lean over just enough to drop his leg over the rail so he was straddling it. 1…2…3. He pushed his leg over. As Donny’s toes made contact with the other side of the crib. He felt a sudden shock of cold and wet as his wet overnight diaper was pushed against his skin. Donny barely even noticed his diapers anymore they were just part of life. He would wet and even mess them sometime then Bubba or one of the uncle would come along and take care care of it. As Bubba often said what happened in Donny’s diaper was not Donny’s business that was a grownups job. A grownup or a big kid Donny corrected himself because recently even Uncle Billy had been helping with diaper changes. Donny sometimes struggled with sun 8 year old being his uncle and having so much authority over him but he reminded himself that Uncle Billy was so much bigger snd more mature than him that it was okay. Coming back to his current situation Donny had to admit that this would have been easier without a heavy wet diaper but there wasn’t much he could to about it. Once his toes made contact with the base of the crib and he feed secure in his footing Donny took a deep breath and brought his other leg up and repeated the process until he was balancing on the outside edge of his crib and looking almost longingly at the inside. With a final breath he extended his foot and stepped down o to the floor. Rule 3 broken no climbing out of your crib. This was a big one. With a sigh, Donny put that out of his mind, he knew Bubba would understand… he hoped. Moving swiftly onto the next phase being a quiet as possible Donny tip tied over to his toy box and opened the lid. The creaking sound that the lid made felt so laud that he made Donny jump and he froze for a full 10 seconds to make sure he didn’t head Bubba’s foot steps. One he was satisfied that no one but him was awake Donny set to work. This part would he hard. He hid his Bubba’s Day card in his toy computer and that was about half way down the box under his hot wheels and barn set, and dress up clothes, all of the things he had been playing with that day. Donny wished he had remembered to leave the computer on the top it would have made things so much easier for him but there was nothing he could do. As quietly as possibly Donny took the toys out one by one snd placed them on the ground til he found his computer. He sigh in relief and grabbed it. Too quickly Donny opened the toy and was horrified when a loud jingle was heard and the screen lit up. Donny panicked how could he forget that opinion the screen turned the stupid toy on. As quirky as possible Donny grabbed his guard and slammed the lid shut. Donny waited with bated breath to see if he would be found but when nothing happened he put the computer down with the rest of the toys. He wasn’t allowed get thing out of the box box without help so he would have to explain them to Bubba in the morning but he coils just add that to the list rule number 4 broken. Donny then tip toed toward his bedroom door. Luckily for him Bubba liked to check on him several times a night so his door was always cracked open. Without thinking Donny dropped to his knees and stuck his head out the door to make sure the cost was clear. He then started the journey on hands and knees across the hall to Bubba’s room. Rule number 5 broken no leaving where Bubba put you. Crawling was a relatively new rule for Donny, Bubba had decided that he didn’t like Donny standing and walking when he was by himself, after all he was prone to tripping so Bubba had made it a rule that if he was anywhere playing by himself he should just crawl back snd forth. Donny had hatted this rule at first, it was embarrassing but he had to admit he had gotten used to it pretty easily. As he neared Bubba’s room he couldn’t help but smile, at least he had obeyed one Rule and this was almost over. He got to Bubba’s door. Here goes rule number 6, no being in a Bubba’s room without permission. He pulled himself up to his knees and using both hands turned Bubba’s door knob.. he duck his head inside and breath a sigh of relief, not only was Bubba facing away from the door but the light to his private bathroom was on so the dim light from the hall want too obvious. Donny paused and looked around Jacks bedroom. He loved this room not only because it seemed so cool and grownup and it belonged to his favorite person in the whole world but also because it was hugged had its own bathroom. Actually not only was Donny’s room the smallest but it was also the only room without an en-suite that included the largely unused guest room. When they had moved in Jack had insisted that the small room that was now Donny’s was the perfect one for him. And as they always did been back then his parents had agreed to whatever Jack said snd no amount of Tantruming or crying could change Jack’s mind so Donny had been relegated to the tiny room and in retrospect that was the very beginning of all of this, Bubba, knew that Donny didn’t need a bathroom even then, he already had a plan in mind. He had hated it back then but Donny had to admit that he felt like everything had worked out the way it was meant to, just the way Bubba wanted it to. Being as quiet as possible Donny crawled right to Bubba’s bed and once again pulled himself to his knees. He watched Bubba for a second he was fast asleep. Donny edged his way to the head of the bed then as gently as possible he pulled back the covers and cracked up and into Bubba’s bed. He gave an instant sigh of contentment. Bubba’s bed was pretty much his favorite place in the world. He then pulled the covers over him and scooted right next to Bubba. He poked him once “Bubba” he whispered, nothing happened so he tried again. Nothing. Donny spoke a little louder and gave Bubba a shake but all he got was a snore. Well clearly he had been overly concerned about Bubba waking up. Finally he decided to go for it and just jumped right on Bubbas sleeping from hugging him and all but shouted “Bubba wake up” Finally that got the reaction he wanted. Jack woke with a start he instinctively hugged Donny but spluttered “I… what”. He looked confused then seemed to wake up “Donny” he said frantically “Baby why are you out of your crib… how? Is the house in fire or something” Not wasting any more time Donny wiped out his card and beamed “Happy Bubba’s Day” he said as he leaned in to give Jack a kiss. Jack looked stunned “l… oh Baby” he said and Donny could hear the emotion in his voice “thank you Baby” he said taking the card. “ you make me the happiest Bubba in the whole world everyday” he looked at the card “this is beautiful Princess you’re such an amazing artist but he paused you are the very best present I have ever gotten or will ever get. I love being your Bubba more than anything, you know that right Baby? Jack then pulled Donny into a tight hug as he nodded his understanding into Jacks chest. Jack pulled back and smiled now let’s go back to sleep, I think you e had quite the adventure and you must be sleep and we can talk about rules and safety in the morning and I think… I might have to get you a new crib” Jack added almost off handedly as he laid back down and guided Do by into his chest. He dropped a final kiss into Donny’s hair “sleep Baby” he commented gently and Donny did. -
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By cute little kokiri girl · Posted
BABY SHOW. By derry. We have got very good facilities for pre school kids in my small town. There is a playground but also a tots club. Children get to share expensive toys like rocking horses and expensive computers that some of their parents would never have been able to be able to afford. Some of the money for this is raised by the annual baby show. My older sister Rosemary won first prize in the first year in 1960. She was one and a half. I'm Alice. I won first prize in the tenth year in 1970. It was just before my 2nd birthday. My baby sister Jane won in 1984 just after her 2nd birthday. My twin brother won some special prizes at the baby show. This was in 1985. Just before his 17th birthday. Rosemary had to act as kind of mother and father for all of us after our parents died. She believed in everyone sharing responsibility. Rosemary and I shared the cooking. Ulysses did not. He said it was girl's work. Maybe this was no bad thing. I doubt he could have cooked very well. Rosemary and I shared doing the shopping. Ulysses did not. He said it was girl's work. Rosemary and I shared doing other housework. Even little Jane "helped". Ulysses did not. He said it was girl's work. My brother was not stupid but he was lazy. I was a year ahead of most kids and was preparing for college. Ulysses was still a long way from being ready to graduate high school. Unfortunately some bars and liquor stores did not take the law about serving young people very seriously. My brother very often got drunk. He tended to say it was "only beer" but this caused other problems. My neighbour Mrs Jones had twins. Her husband was working in another city because it was hard to get work. Of course this meant he had to pay rent on a room. Mrs Jones was really struggling. One of the economies Mrs Jones used was cloth diapers for her babies. She had an old but well built washing machine. She dried clothes in the sun. Of course if the weather was bad this could be a problem. It had rained for three days. At last the weather got better. It was windy but warm. Mrs Jones hung out her own and her babies clothes. Unfortunately it was very muddy. Mrs Jones was very careful. My brother and some of his friends had this brilliant idea. Their brilliance was assisted with alcohol. They cut my neighbour's washing line. Rosemary was very embarrassed by our brother's appalling behavior. She allowed her to use our up to the minute washing machine and dryer. She did kind of agree that Ulysses should be punished. On the other hand she did not quite see how. I should explain that my brother is a bit weedy. He was slightly shorter and a good deal thinner than the average boy his age. I, on the other hand, am bigger and stronger than the average girl of my age. Perhaps it was his feeling of weakness which made him show off. However much of this was, as far as I can see, childish rather than manly. For example Ulysses had this habit of starting food fights at school. Most Fridays and Saturdays my brother got drunk. He was very unpleasant. One very frequent effect of this was that he wet the bed quite often. Rosemary noticed something. At about midnight most nights Jane would shout. Jane or I would unpin her cloth diapers and put her on the potty. During the day Jane had been in training pants and now wore ordinary panties. Over period of three weeks Jane had dry diapers every morning. Over that same time Ulysses had wet the bed 7 times. This does not count the number of times he wanked into his sheets. We had a problem trying to move our toddler from the potty to the toilet. The problem was my brother. If "gentlemen lift the seat", my brother was not a gentleman. He often did his wee wee all over the toilet seat. You will understand why Jane did not want to sit down on the toilet like a big girl. One other thing. My brother was not good at wiping his bottom. Mrs Jones, Rosemary and I were having a little party for the babies. We were celebrating her girls no longer needing day time diapers and Jane not needing them at all. I noticed some funny mittens as she sorted out old clothes. Mrs Jones explained that they were used to stop Betty scratching her face. They had also been a good idea because during night her child had sometimes unpinned her diapers. This not only meant that she sometimes stuck the pin in her fingers but also that the crib got very wet and sometimes messy. "Betty hasn't needed to wear those mittens for a very long time though." I talked to Rosemary and to Barbara- Ulysses very ex girlfriend. We agreed that something drastic had to be done about my brother. A wonderful idea came into our minds. At our high school both boys and girls did both needlework and wood and metal work. However the boys and the girls had separate classes because otherwise it was felt the boys would be teased about needlework and the girls about wood and metalwork. Our practical work teacher thought the "project" was very interesting. She did not know that we had a practical use for the furniture and clothes designed for a 100 lb baby. Rosemary gave Ulysses very fair warning: "The next time you come home drunk you'll regret it. You know I've taken Jane out of night time diapers because she does not wet the bed." Ulysses was cross but did not take what was said very seriously. "You can't talk to me like that. You're not mom." That first Friday night Rosemary and I went to bed early- just after eight. As planned Barbara phoned at midnight. My brother was still out. Just as we let Barbara in we heard Jane get out of her bed all by herself and use her potty. At nearly one on Saturday morning we heard my brother singing. He somehow got up to bed. We waited until after two. Ulysses was naked under the bed clothes. The first thing we put on were his mittens. These were not made at school. They were ordinary gloves with the fingers and thumbs sewn tightly together on each glove. Socks were sewn onto the front. Finally they were designed so that they could be buttoned on and not taken off by a person who could not use fingers. A baby doll nightie was easily fitted round my brother's torso. Ulysses was sleeping like a log. I lifted him. Five baby sized cloth diapers were slid under him by Barbara. I saw her smile as she smothered the prick in bulky babywear and firmly fastened him in with diaper pins. She also pinned the tops of the diapers to the nightie. There might be more problems with accidental leaks but there would be less risk of the diapers coming off. Rosemary slipped plastic panties over his little feet and then pulled them right up over all those didies. Our great aunt Carol is a witch. I do not mean a devil worshiper. I do not mean like Samantha Stevens in `Bewitched'. However she knew a lot about herbs and mixtures and things. She had been partly responsible for making our father so obedient to females but that is another story. One potion Carol had would instantly wake someone from a drunken sleep. Ulysses was used to sleeping until nearly eleven on the mornings after he got drunk. Just after eight he was woken up and I poured this mixture down him. "Hello Sissy..." I had used that nick name to tease him for years. Now it was very appropriate. "What the hell have you bitches done?" We had used the bars which had been on Jane's crib and play pen to turn Sissy's bed into a crib. In one part of his room there is a cupboard built into the wall. There were just six inches between the top of his bars and the cupboard. He was truly caged. Rosemary explained Sissy's situation. "We warned you the next time you came home drunk you'd regret it. Well for once you haven't wet your bed- you've wet your diapers..." Sissy sat up and looked down. He went to remove the babywear and discovered that his mittens stopped him from misbehaving.... "You bastards...." Rosemary smiled... "I think I should explain that every time you use a dirty word you will have your mouth washed out with soap. Do you want a mouth-washing every day for a month?" Sissy said nothing. Barbara came in. "Does Sissy want his didies changed den?" Sissy said nothing. I reached through the bars and patted his plastic panties. I offered him the alternative. "Or maybe Sissy like being in wet didies?" My brother knew he would have to reply. "Okay- yes I do want to be taken out of these ridiculous soaking things..." Rosemary had a surprise- for me as well as Sissy. "But I think it will do Sissy a lot of good to soak some. We'll think about changing baby after breakfast. Does Sissy want breakfast?" Sissy nodded. Rosemary had some more news for our brother. "Sissy, you remember how Jane used to get around. She didn't crawl. She shuffled round on her bottom. Well you've been acting like a baby. That's how you will be getting around." It took Sissy about twenty minutes to shuffle out of his bedroom, down the hall, down the stairs and into the kitchen. Every movement must have reminded him about his underwear. He could feel it bulk. He could feel the same of his soggy sagging didies. When Sissy finally got to the kitchen he found that we had made a high chair in his size. There were some additional features which the teacher did not know about. Sissy's hands and feet could be firmly strapped in place. We did not have a healthy breakfast. Barbara, Rosemary Jane and I all started with very sugary cereal. It was very nice. Jane had juice and the rest of us had coffee. Sissy's first course was different. It consisted of two baby bottles of very soapy water. We each took a turn at giving the Sissy his feed. I even lifted Jane up so that she could contribute to her brother's unpleasant humiliation. The girls all had pancakes next. Sissy had very bland cereal- full of fibre. Finally we all had toast and jam or marmalade. Sissy's final course was three tins of liquified vegetables. We let Barbara take charge of the "new baby's" hygiene but we all watched. You would be amazed at how long one can take over pulling of plastic panties and undoing drenched diapers. We all wanted Sissy to feel every minute of it. Barbara bathed Sissy. AFterwards she shaved the baby. His face, of course, had to be very smooth. The hair removed she added afterwards probably stung. Sissy's tummy also had to be shaved. It then also needed hair remover. Sissy should have guessed what was coming next but I do not know whether he did. We all watched whilst Barbara's scissors snipped round the most sensitive part of our baby's body. He was terrified. Next she shaved it. Finally the hair remover was applied. It was like - as they say- a baby's bottom. After Barbara had pinned on baby's first diaper there was another refinement. Jane was very clever. We invited her to do up the next two didies round her new baby brother. Jane laughed and really enjoyed her power. I pinned on a fourth didy. We needed to make sure that it was very firmly in place. Two pairs of see through plastic panties followed. Finally came the dress. It was white with pink spots. The bodice was quite tight round the child. However the skirt was very short and very full. It was, in fact, identical to the frock Jane had worn when she won the baby contest the previous year. Only she wore training panties. Sissy, of course, was in diapers. There was a fancy dress shop in town. They sold oversized pacifiers. This one filled baby's mouth and totally gagged him. We tied it firmly in place with a ribbon. I knew of eight girls who had been hit by food thrown by Ulysses when he was a 17 year old acting like a toddler. Five of them were very pleased to babysit Sissy now dressed as a toddler as well as looking after Jane. Rosemary and I spent a relaxing morning in town going round shops. Then she noticed the sign for the baby show that afternoon. "We couldn't." "I don't know." "Surely." "We could fit him into Mrs Jones double baby carriage, And everyone knows how badly he has been behaving." We called on Mrs Jones before we came home. She thought it was a wonderful idea. Although he would be in the baby carriage we would be using his special reins. These were a little different for those of an ordinary toddler. They allowed us to immobilize his hands completely. We put Sissy's quite long hair into pig tails. We fitted the reins round him. Then we clipped his hands in front of him. Sissy looked horrified. He did not complain. This may have had something to do with the pacifier which filled his mouth. Mrs Jones knocked on the door and brought in the baby carriage. Rosemary and I lifted the big baby into the double buggy. Sissy was on his back. The back of his knees went over the front. His head was propped up like pillow. Everyone could see who Sissy had been. Everyone could see how he was now dressed. The dress was very short so you could see his panties. His panties were see thru' so you could see through to the diapers. People who got close could see that he had already done wee wee in his didies. Just in case anyone was unsure of what was going on and why we put signs on the sides of his conveyance. On one side: "Acts like a baby: treated like a baby." On the other. "Drunks wet the bed: drunks need diapers." A hundred women and girls must have come to coo at our child in the half mile walk to where the baby show was being put on. "Isn't he cute." "What pretty ribbons and what nice hair." "Such a pretty dress." And several ladies patted him in an exposed and delicate area. "I can see why YOU'RE still in diapers.." "Has Sissy been naughty den?" Sissy was not allowed to enter the baby show as such. The judges said that the age limit was three. We pointed out that he behaved more babyishly than the average three year old but this did no good. However Sissy stole the show. Everyone wanted to say hello to him. Lots of little girls aged about five to ten were very amused. I think his worst humiliation, however, was slightly younger kids. Lots of little boys and girls were, quite rightly, proud when they got out of diapers. You can imagine the toddler teases of this big baby who was still in damp diapers. Eventually Sissy really needed to have his diapers changed. Of course there were good facilities available for that purpose. I think his infantile status was really brought home to him when he had a new born on one side and a toddler on the other as I, very slowly, unpinned his wet diapers. Although Sissy did not enter the contest proper the judges gave him three prizes: "Biggest baby." "Most babyish baby." "Most appropriately dressed person." Sissy still needed to be punished for what he had done to Mrs Jones washing. After he came home from the baby show I again changed him. This time I applied a very special ointment to his bottom. Great Aunt Carol had applied the same ointment to our dad's ass when he was spanked. She only actually needed to spank him twice. After that he was totally obedient to feminine authority. I do not think Sissy quite knew what was happening. I think he expected a humiliating, but not very painful, punishment on his diaper padded behind. And understandably he felt that this humiliation could hardly be as bad as his appearance in the baby show. When Mrs Jones came in to our home he curtseyed and asked her to spank him. He took up his position across her knees. She pulled up his dress. She pulled down his plastic panties. She unpinned the diapers on one side. I think it is hard to imagine an more humiliating set up for spanking a 17 year old. Still he probably expected humiliation rather than pain. Mrs Jones has a very strong right hand. She was very angry about the muddy washing a few weeks earlier. She really crashed the hairbrush down on Sissy with a will. Great Aunt Carol's ointment made Sissy's bottom a lot more sensitive than it would normally be. A gentle hand spanking would feel like a sadistic caning. Sissy very quickly started crying like a baby. This did not mean that Mrs Jones would stop the spanking. She carried on for nearly half an hour. After that Saturday Sissy never wanted to go out again. He spent the rest of the week in diapers and baby dresses. Then Rosemary and I decided that he would make up for his laziness by doing all the housework. As I kind of hoped he once again commented about "Girl's work." We had a spot of luck. Ms Brown The mother of Ellen a 9 year old did not want her to go to school because the lessons were too simple. So Sissy took his lessons at home with a girl half his age. Both for school work and for housework Sissy was dressed as a girl. And we did mean quite a little girl not a woman. We solved the problem of his making a mess in the toilet. When Sissy needs to go to the toilet he goes next door to Mrs Jones. She sits him on a big potty. When Sissy is lazy or disobedient diapers go back on. Also Ellen likes the idea of a "real baby doll". When she has done particularly well she is rewarded with having a real baby doll to play with and Sissy knows he has to join her game. Every year since then an over boisterous boy gets to be a special contestant at the baby show. A couple of times really difficult late teen girls also won the prize of going to the show in a baby dress and bulky diapers The End. -
By Permanently Pampered · Posted
The hesitation is two fold. First issue cost. I'm frugal and I'd have to spend a minimum of $1000/year on diapers @ one per night. Second, commitment. I know at 3am I'd pull off the disposable and sit on the toilet because I want to get back to sleep. In the past I've practiced during the daytime instead of using the toilet I'll go to bed. Always ending up standing to start to wetting, then stop and laydown and try to get the flow to start again. In the end its really about commitment and forcing yourself to follow though on the plan. If you want it bad enough...
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