My parents had to go away for the weekend, and although I'm
an adult now they didn't like the idea of me staying home
alone. I couldn't blame them as I had been pretty depressed
recently. So I wasn't surprised when they insisted that I
stay with my aunt. I wasn't upset either. Aunt Jane lives
right across the street so I figured I would have still have
access to all my stuff and some privacy if I wanted it, but
I would also have some company the rest of the time.
I packed an overnight bag and said my good-bye's to my
parents, then headed over to my Aunt's house. Aunt Jane
greeted me with a great hug, and took my bag. "Why don't you
go play with the boys?" She suggested. I made my way to the
playroom where my cousins were playing with matchbox cars
... an activity I still enjoyed, but only indulged in when
visiting them.
"Hi Johnny!" The boys yelled as I took a spot on the
carpet and joined in their play. They were good, sweet boys,
so I liked spending time with them, and they liked when I
came to visit too. Chris, the younger of the two, was
building what looked like a fire station out of lego bricks.
He was five, and not quite fully trained yet, so he was
wearing a pull-up pant and a T-shirt as he crawled around
grabbing for all the red bricks he could find. TJ, the nine
year old, was crashing cars together and making exploding
noises. He was still in his pajamas even though it was late
afternoon. But then, he was usually in pajamas. They were
the only kind of clothes he was willing to keep on his body
most days.
We played until Aunt Jane called out to us, informing us
that it was dinner time. The three of us hurried to the
kitchen and found plates of chicken nuggets and mac & cheese
waiting for us. We ate and laughed as Aunt Jane watched on
approvingly. She was eating a steak, and I found it slightly
odd that she lumped me in with the kids' meal-wise, but I
didn't really care or say anything.
"Okay bath-time!" Aunt Jane announced after dinner, and
she grabbed Chris' hand before he could get away and dragged
him toward the bathroom. You're next mister!" She said with
a look toward TJ who rolled his eyes and then padded off to
prepare for his bath.
I went and watched TV, getting the days news from CNN
before the kids returned and demanded to watch cartoons.
After twenty minutes Chris appeared at my side, now dressed
in a night shirt, with an obvious diaper bulge around his
middle. This did not surprise me as I knew both boys were
bedwetters and wore cloth diapers and rubber pants to bed.
Chris plopped down on the ouch and made several exaggerated
yawns before I gave in and flipped the channel over to the
cartoon network. Satisfied, he laid back triumphantly and
watched three cartoon boys with the same first name get into
some kind of scheme.
A half-hour passed and another cartoon had come on by
the time TJ appeared in front of me, dressed in an outfit
identical to his brother. "Mom says it's your turn." he
announced with an evil grin and pointed toward the bathroom.
"I don't need to take..."
"Don't give me that!" Aunt Jane called out, interrupting
me, "In this house all boys take a bath before bed!" I
didn't much like being compared to Chris and TJ, but I
decided not to make any trouble. I figured she was just
trying to set an example for the boys by having me follow
the same bath rule.
I found Aunt Jane kneeling in front of the tub,
re-filling it with hot soapy water. She had prepared me a
bubble bath! She turned the water off and stood up. "Good, I
was just starting to think I'd have to drag you in here!"
She said it lightly, but with just a touch of seriousness
that confused me. "Take a nice bath, then we'll get you
ready for bed."
Part Two
Okay, I admit it, my hot soapy bath was very nice! I
stayed in the tub long after I was clean, enjoying the
soothing warm water until there was a knock at the door.
Before I could answer Aunt Jane opened the door and came in
carrying a stack of clothes. "You're going to shrivel up
like a prune if you stay in there any longer! Pull the drain
and get up." She said as she unfolded a large bath towel and
stretched it out to receive me.
"Um, can I have some privacy please?" I asked, covering
myself with a washcloth.
"Sshhhh, stop being silly. Stand up and let me get you
dried off!" Her words were said in a firm but motherly tone
and though I continued to protest I found myself standing
up.
"I can do this myself, this is... weird." I said as she
wrapped the giant towel around me and began to pat and rub
me dry.
"Hush now. Tonight you are just another of my boys and
you'll follow there routine!' Aunt Jane scolded me as she
moved the towel around me, drying me all over.
"What's going on Aunt Jane?" I finally asked as she was
drying my hair. "You've never treated me like this before!"
"Okay, I'll be honest with you Johnny." Aunt Jane said,
putting the towel down and looking me in the eyes. "Your
parents are worried about you, and they asked me to give you
a little of my therapy program." I knew Aunt Jane was a
child psychologist and often used regression therapy to help
her clients, but I hadn't thought she would ever try it with
me, "You've been so depressed lately and we all think you
need this stress-free weekend to help you feel better."
"So...what? You're going to treat me as one of your kids
for the weekend?" I asked nervously.
"Well, we'll see how long we're going to do it, but yes,
for now you are going to be treated like a little boy with
no adult worries."
"What if I refuse?" I asked.
"Remember those papers you signed when you came to my
office last month to get something to help you sleep?" I
nodded that I remembered. "Well, those papers give me the
right to send you away for a real rest if you don't want to
go along with my program.
"You mean you can have me committed?"
"Yes honey. But I hope it won't come to that, so just
give this a chance, Okay?"
I thought about it for a minute, but didn't see where I
had much of a choice. I nodded slowly, and looked down at
the floor, feeling suddenly embarrassed as I accepted my
fate.
"Good boy, now let's get you dressed for bed."
Jane lead me, still naked, down the hall and into
Chris's nursery. Seeing my expression Aunt Jane explained:
"Chris moved to a big boy bed in the guest room, so you're
going to have to sleep in here. It wouldn't be fair to put
him back in the nursery now." As we entered the room I saw
the crib had been made up and a changing pad was laid on the
center of the mattress. "Hop up there and let's get you
diapered."
"Do you want a spanking before you get diapered?" Aunt
Jane asked when I hesitated, and I quickly said "no" and got
up on the mattress. I watched as she ripped the plastic off
a bundle of brand new cloth diapers, bigger than the ones
the boys wore, and then on another package that held rubber
pants. Jane layered two of the thick diaper together then
laid them between my legs and pushed them back toward my
crotch. "Raise up" She asked, then slid the diapers under me
when I complied. She carefully folded the sides of the
diaper in, then brought the thick padding up between my legs
and over my privates. Next she carefully tucked and adjusted
the cloth between my legs and gripped my penis through the
diaper material and pointed it down between my legs. With
great expertise she pulled the sides tight around me and
pinned the diaper in place. I tried to bring my legs
together, but the thick diapers kept them from closing all
the way. "You'll get used to the bulk." Aunt Jane assured
me, as she saw me wiggle and move about, testing the fit of
my new undergarments.
Jane shook out one of the diaper covers - a light pink
rubber pant that she dusted with baby powder before
threading them over my feet. With some difficulty, she
tugged the pants up my legs and over my bulky diaper. It was
then I knew that this was her first time diapering a boy my
age and size.
"There, that should keep you dry!" She announced as she
examined her work, and tucked a few loose spots of cloth
into the waist band of the rubber pants. "Normally the boys
get to stay up for another hour after getting diapered, but
since you've been having trouble sleeping I think you should
go ahead and get some rest. I nodded in agreement. I was
tired, but more importantly I wasn't ready to face my young
cousins and have them see me in a larger version of the
diapers and pants they wore.
"Sit up for a second and take these." Aunt Jane
requested, handing me several pills and a glass of water.
"What are they?" I asked, not recognizing them as
anything I normally take.
"The white one is a sleeping pill, a little stronger
than the one you normally take. The gold gel one is a stool
softener and the blue one is a muscle relaxant. Thos two
combined will help you you sleep be letting you use your
diaper without waking up if you need too.
"Do I have to take..." Aunt Jane nodded yes before I
could finish the question, so I surrendered and swallowed
the pills. Not trusting me fully, she checked my mouth
before praising me for being a good boy. Then she had me lay
back and began to tuck me in.
"I'm going to lock the crib, and the door, I want you to
stay in bed. If you don't, you will be punished.
Understood?" I nodded. "Good."
"Here mommy!" TJ said, and I looked over and saw him
handing Aunt Jane two baby bottles filled with a milky
formula. "In case you get thirsty" She explained and set the
bottles on the night stand within my reach from the crib.
"Nite baby Johnny!" TJ said with a big grin, then
planted a kiss on my forehead. "Stay dry and sleep well!" He
added, mimicking what I figured his mom says to him at
bedtime. I curled up under the blanket and closed my eyes,
embarrassment making my face hot. "Nite TJ" I whispered.
"Nite nite Johnny" Aunt Jane whispered and gave me a
kiss of her own, before they both left the room. I heard the
'click' of the doorknob being locked, then watched the
shadows move as they walked away from the door. I was in bed
for the night now.