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.