AB/DL Story Pages

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…

"It looks like we need to get out three diapers this morning," my mother said, looking at me standing in the door of my baby brother's nursery; "one for Tommy and two to put on Stevie." She looked me straight in the eye and told me, "Go back to your room while I change the baby; I'll be in to diaper you in a jiffy."

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." And as she pulled them up between my legs she added,"Then we put the diapers on the baby!" As she pinned my diapers snug over my left hip she looked down at me and said, "It looks like mommy has two babies now." Then she pinned the left side of my diapers snug and tight over my right hip.

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. "Just look at you - Mommy's little diaperboy!" And there I was, reflected in the mirror wearing nothing but two snow white baby 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. "You will have to play by yourself, Stevie; the big baby will have to wait while I feed the little baby." She laughed at chatted with my baby brother as she gave him a bottle with one hand and thumbed through a mail order catalog with the other.

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." Mom knew that the neighbor's boy, a good deal younger than me had been out of diapers for months. She sighed, then shrugged her shoulders and chuckled. "Who knows, the little one may be out of diapers before Stevie is!"

"Would you mind feeding Stevie," Mom asked her friend. "Not at all," she said reaching into the cupboard where she knew my favorite cereal was kept. "Oh, no," said Mom; "I want to remind Stevie what being a baby is really like; give him this." She handed Mrs. Thompson two jars of baby food, one of strained carrots and one of strained peas.

"OK, whatever you say," she said and pulled up a chair next to the playpen. "Come on over here and get some breakfast, Steven." I wished she would call me by my full name, but waddled over and stood by the rail of the playpen an she began to spoon the baby food into my mouth. 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 food 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. "Uh, oh," laughed Mrs. Thompson, "I can see why Stevie's back in diapers!"

"Would you mind changing him," asked my Mom, "I need to clean up here." Mrs Thompson lifted me out of the playpen and said, "Not at all; I think I still remember how to do this!"

"Put him on the potty chair first", Mommy called; "at least he can still mane not to mess himself." So Mrs. Thompson lay me on the floor and took off my wet diapers, then put me on the potty chair until I had performed. "Alright, Steven, lets get dry diapers on you," she said after she cleaned me up.

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. "Up we go", she said as she lifted me by my ankles and slid the dry diapers under me. "Don't forget to put him in double diapers," Mom called from the kitchen.

"I know," Mrs Thompson called back and pinned the diapers on even more tightly than my Mom had. "Where are his baby pants,' she called to my Mom.
"Top right drawer," Mom called back; "I hope they fit."

"Let's try these," said Mrs. 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. "Hmmm, maybe the snap-ons will be better," she muttered, rummaging in the drawer. 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.

"I did the best I could with his baby pants," Mrs Thompson said as she brought me back into the kitchen, "but they're just too small."

"I was afraid they would be," Mom replied, " so I have been going through the catalog to see what they have and look what I found!" She pointed to a listing of diapers and baby pants in the baby goods section of the catalog. Mrs. Thompson read aloud, "Extra large vinyl baby pants - for the big baby who is still in diapers."

"That's my Stevie," Mom exclaimed, patting me on the head. "Would you mind watching my little baby, while I take the big one shopping? I think I'ld better get some extra diapers, too - maybe some of those extra thick day/night diapers." Mrs. Thompson laughed and said, "I'll be glad to watch the little one; take your time."

"Okay then, diaperboy," Mommy said to me. "Lets get a t-shirt on you and be on our way. 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!

(This story can be continued if reader's are interested. You can e-mail comments to wet_toddler@hotmail.com)