Careful what you wish for

[DiaperedAndy]

Chapter 1

Helping the Neighbor

Hi, my name is Tyler. First and foremost, I enjoy wearing diapers. I always have. My earliest memories in daycare I remember being envious of the little kids who still wore diapers. It drove me crazy. A few times over the first couple of years after being potty trained, I told my mom that I wanted to wear them. She always laughed it off and said I was a big boy and I wouldn't want to be in diapers and made fun of. Eventually, I stopped saying anything to her. 

Over time, I was able to sneak a diaper here or there from my cousins who were still in them. They were often too small, and I would have to put them in my briefs to hold them in place. After I started school, I would go to daycare in the afternoons. During this time, I figured out that I could sneak into the younger kids' area and get a couple of diapers without anyone noticing. I wore a few of the largest size that way, and they fit me well.

Over the last year, though, mom has trusted me at home alone in the afternoon after school. During this time, I have taken to riding my bike down to the local dollar store. There i use my allowance to buy the size 8 pampers diapers. They fit me really well as I am very skinny. I love the way they feel and how soft they are. The way they hug my hips and make me feel safe and comfortable. I especially like being able to play my games without having to stop for a bathroom break. But only for pee. I haven't pooped in one yet, as I think the clean-up would be too difficult. 

Anyway, I have been wearing the diapers at home in secret in the afternoons. So far, my mom hasn't noticed. I always bury the old ones in the kitchen trash inside of a grocery bag.  That way, they aren't seen. Thankfully, my room is upstairs with an open recreation area and a bathroom. So my mom never goes up there or goes through my stuff. At least as long as I bring all my dirty clothes down, which I make sure to do. Thanks to that, I am able to hide the diapers without too much trouble. I'm just keeping them in the bottom of my toy box.

I have everything timed down perfectly. I get home about three as I'm close to the school, and one of the first kids dropped off by the bus. I go straight home, get inside and lock the door, then run up to my room and get a diaper on. Then I go around the house in just my T-shirt and diaper doing my chores. Once done, I sit and watch cartoons for a little bit until about five thirty. Then I take off the diaper, throw it in the trash wrapped in a grocery bag, and go get my briefs and shorts back on. Mom gets home between five forty-five and six. I have never been caught or suspected. Until now, anyway.

One Friday, I got home from school and went about my normal routine. But right as I finished my chores, the phone rang. Checking, I saw it was my mom.

"Hey mom," I said, picking up the receiver. We were one of the only people I knew who had a home phone still as my mom refused to get me a phone like my friends.

"Hey baby, I'm gonna be working a bit late tonight. I'm calling to remind you that you agreed to help Mrs. Janice next door to get some things moved and do some cleaning. I already talked to her and she agreed to make you dinner as well." My mom said.

I had, of course, totally forgotten about helping the neighbor. She was an older lady whose husband had died a couple of years ago. She had seen us outside last weekend and offered to pay me forty bucks to help her with some cleaning and to move a few small things up to the attic for her. The prospect of forty dollars had immediately gotten my attention, and I had readily agreed to help her.

"Shoot, I totally forgot. Thanks for reminding me, mom. I'll go right over there." I said in a hurry.

"Make sure you do. And no complaining about anything she has you do. Remember, she is paying you, so you better do the job well and be professional about it. Or as professional as a nine year old can be, I guess. Just behave, and I should be home around 9."  My mom said. 

After that we said goodbye and I ran upstairs. I threw on a pair of jeans over the diaper. Looking at myself in the mirror, I couldn't tell at all that I was wearing a diaper. I figured there would be no way Mrs. Janice would notice if I couldn't tell. So I headed outside and walked to the house next door. 

Mrs. Janice didn't have any kids or grandkids of her own, but all the kids in our cul-de-sac loveher and treat her like another grandma. She always has cookies and treats for the neighborhood kids. A lot of the parents would even pay her to babysit for them from time to time. She is a great old lady who everyone just loves. 

As I knocked on the door, I heard her call from the inside for me to enter. Heading in, I went straight to the kitchen where she was pulling out a tray of cookies. They smelled heavenly. I reached for one as she set the tray on the counter, but she caught my hand mid-air. "Those are still hot, young man. Besides, you haven't had dinner yet, can't spoil your appetite on treats." She said in a motherly tone.

I pulled my hand back and grinned. "Well, what do you need me to do so I can work up a good appetite for your food?" I asked. I had eaten her cooking a few times over the years, and her food was always amazing to me. She home cooked everything, and it tasted so much better than the stuff my mom would make out of the boxes to save time.

"Here, I made you a list of what needs to be cleaned. It should all be stuff you can handle." It was mostly some dusting and wiping down furniture with pledge. Then the windows, and some vacuuming and mopping with her swiffer mop. Easy stuff like I do at home.

"OK, I'll get on it." I said with a grin. This wouldn't take me no time at all, I thought to myself.

"Once you're done with that, come let me know, and you can help me with moving stuff to the attic." I nodded and went to work. It took me about forty-five minutes to wipe down all the furniture and dust her various decorations and collectibles. The windows only took about ten minutes as they weren't really that dirty, just a few water spots. While outside, though, I felt the need to go pee. 

Looking around and seeing no one, I relaxed and let myself go in the diaper. The warm rush felt amazing, and I loved the feeling as the padding expanded and began to feel squishy. Finished and feeling better, I got back to the windows finishing all the first-floor ones in a few minutes. After that, I went back inside and got the vacuuming and swiffer mopping done. 

Having finished everything on the list, I went and told Mrs. Janice, I was ready to help her move the attic stuff. We went up to her second floor, where she dropped the attic stairs. "OK, you climb up, and I'll hand you the boxes to put up there." I nodded and climbed up the attic stairs. I stopped with my head at the opening and turned around, reaching down for the box. They were all fairly light, and I was able to easily lift them up from her and put them just inside the opening of the attic. As we got the last one lifted up, she had me go all the way up, and she joined me in the attic.

We moved the boxes to the sides where she had me organize them into specific spots so she knew where they were all at. After that, we climbed back down, and she closed the attic back up. I had turned to go back down the stairs when she said something to me.

"What?" I asked hesitantly.

"I asked if you needed a diaper change?" She said again. I felt my cheeks heat up and my heart race as I realized she somehow knew I was wearing a diaper. I stood there in stiff terror, not knowing how to respond, just kind of stammering out a single syllable. "Oh, it's ok, hunny. Here, let me just check real quick."

With that, she bent down and pulled back the seat of my pants. Reaching in, she felt the bottom of my diaper where I had wet it earlier. "Well, you are quite wet, though I knew that already since you leaked a bit onto the seat of your pants. Come on, let's get you changed before you end up with a diaper rash."

She took my hand and still to dazed to deny her, I followed her into another room. Inside was what looked like a nursery and guest room in one. It had a thin bed on one side of the room and a crib on the other. In the middle against the wall was a long dresser with a changing mat on top. Once to the changing area, she had me walk up a couple of small stairs and lay down for her. 

I couldn't believe this was happening. How had I been so dumb not to think about the diaper possibly leaking and showing. I was panicking, wondering what she would say to my mom, but unable to come up with anything to say in my defense so I just lay there quietly as she undid my jeans and pulled them off. Then, in a few quick moments, she had the wet diaper off, my cleaned up, and was taping a new diaper in place. This one was a Luvs diaper with the dogs from a little kids' show on it.

"There we go. All clean. I bet that feels a lot better. Now let's go get dinner ready." She said this as she helped me down from the changing table. She grabbed my jeans, though, and turned towards the door. 

"What about my pants?" I asked hesitantly. 

She turned back to me, saying,"Oh hunny, I can't put wet jeans back on you. I'm gonna wash them for you real quick. Won't take long. These new washers have that small one now that gets things clean lickety split." She then turned to leave again. 

"But I don't have any clothes on." I whined just a bit. I really didn't want to go downstairs where one of the neighbor kids might see me in just a diaper and t-shirt.

"Oh, ok. Here, there should be a pair of shorts in this dresser that fit you, and you can wear them until your pants are clean." She turned and opened the middle drawer of a chest of drawers. From it, she pulled out a pair of dark blue shorts that looked like they would fit me. Handing them to me, I quickly pulled them up over the diaper. They were a little short on me, only coming down to my mid thigh, but they fit over the diaper without being tight, so I figured they would do. "OK, now for dinner."

With that, we went downstairs, and she started making some spaghetti for us to eat. I helped her with cooking the noodles and getting stuff set up. I also wet my diaper again while we were cooking, reveling in the feeling of it getting wet. Then, the feeling of the squishy material moving between my legs as I walked. Finally, dinner was ready, and we sat at her dining table to eat

It was really good, and by the time I finished eating, my pants were indeed clean and dry. Taking off the shorts, I started to pull my pants on when Mrs. Janice stopped me. "Oh dear, you are wet again. Let's get you changed one more time before you head home." With that, she took me back upstairs and changed me again before letting me get dressed. Downstairs, she handed me two twenties for the help and sent me on home.

**********Mom**********

The phone rang, and after checking the caller ID, I answered it. "Hello, Mrs. Janice. Hope everything got done and that Tyler was helpful and well-behaved."

"Oh, he was a huge help and didn't once cause me a problem. Just wanted to let you know how thankful I am that you let him come help me and that he is back home now with the door locked." She paused for a moment as I heard some pans and dishes clattering, "I also made sure to change his diaper so he wouldn't get a rash. Just wish I would have known sooner. I think he was in that wet one most of the afternoon."

In shock at what I just heard, I paused, trying to process it. "His diaper?" I said in a questioning tone.

"Well, yes. I was a bit surprised when I saw it peeking out of his waistband while he was helping me put stuff in the attic. Then I noticed it had leaked a bit onto his pants at the bottom of his buttocks. Can't believe he let it go so long. You should really express to him the need to change more often. Diaper rashes are a nasty business." She said this with the sound of more dishes being put up. "Anyway, I have supplies here for when I watch the neighborhood kids, so i just took him in the spare room and got him changed into a fresh one. And good thing, too. He had wet that one too by the time we were finished with dinner, and i had to get him another one. Oh, and I also washed his pants that the first diaper had leaked on. He was very well behaved throughout, though much better than the children I normally babysit. Why they,"

She kept on with her story as my mind spun. Couldn't believe I was hearing about my nine year old getting his diaper changed by my neighbor. Especially since I didn't know my nine year old was even wearing diapers. Sighing, I pinched the bridge of my nose. I would have to have a serious talk with Tyler when I got home.

"Oh, but listen to me prattle. I just wanted to let you know that I am very grateful for Tyler's help today, and that he was well cared for and fed while he was here. You don't need to worry about him and get your work done, and I'll be happy to have his help again sometime."

"Thank you for that, Mrs. Janice. I'm happy he was helpful to you, and thank you for feeding and caring for him. I really appreciate it." I said a bit of an exhaustion entering my voice.

"Oh, it wasn't a problem. I never had any grandkids of my own, so it's a treat getting to have all these youngsters about. I was a bit surprised to see an older kid like him still in diapers, but as I said, he was easier to care for than many of the younger ones I watch."

"Yes, well, I wasn't expecting to have a nine year old still in diapers either, but here we are. Again, I appreciate it, but I need to finish up here so I can get home. You have a good night."

"You too deary, and if you ever need anyone to watch him, I would be more than happy to help." Mrs. Janice said with cheer.

"Thank you. I might just need to take you up on that since it seems he isn't caring for himself very well." After that, we said our goodbyes and hung up. Tyler and I would be having a long talk when I got home, I thought to myself. Gonna get to the bottom of this, and then may need to make some changes.

**********Tyler**********

I headed back home and locked the door once inside. Then I went to my room and began playing my game. I started playing around six thirty, enjoying that it was Friday and I could stay up late with no school tomorrow. Once eight o'clock arrived, I took off my now wet diaper and threw it away in my usual manner. Then I got back into my normal briefs and shorts before my mom got home. 

I then went back to my rec room upstairs and played Minecraft to pass the time. Around nine thirty, my mom finally arrived home. I heard the door open and what sounded like grocery bags. Going to the top of the stairs, I called down, "You need any help, mom?"

"No, I got it. You stay up there for a bit." She called back.

Shrugging I went back to playing my video game. About thirty minutes later, though, my mom actually came upstairs to my room. Worried I looked up at her from where I sat in my bean bag in front of the TV.

"Mrs. Janice called and told me how she really appreciated you help, and how well behaved you were while over there." My heart began hammering as she spoke. I hadn't expected Mrs. Janice to call her. I immediately worried that she had told my mom about the diapers and I felt myself start to get dizzy and lightheaded as my heart began racing even faster. "She said how you were no trouble, and that you got all the cleaning done that she needed help with." She walked over and knelt on the floor next to me. "Then she proceeded to tell me how she had been surprised to see you had a diaper on when your shirt rode up while lifting things into the attic. She then changed your wet diaper not once, but twice while you were there to make sure you didn't develop a rash." 

She said this in a calm tone with no accusations. Just stating facts calmly like she was talking about any other normal occurnace in the day. "Now at first I was just as surprised as she, since I had no idea I had a son still in diapers. She confirmed what she saw though including that you had wet the first diaper so much that it had leaked out onto the seat of your pants." At this she looked at Tyler with a raised eyebrow. "Now I have had a couple of hours to think since then, and some online searching to learn some things. And I have come to a decision about what to do." 

By this point I could feel my face heating up and turning red with embarrassment. I couldn't believe my mom had found out. I couldn't believe I had screwed up so bad after so long without being caught. I just knew she was mad and that I was going to be punished now.

"First though, I want to let you know I am a bit upset that I had to find out all this from our neighbor. I think i know, but why were you wearing a diaper around and wetting it?" She asked leaning her head down to look at my face as I hung my head low.

I just shrugged my shoulders and muttered unintelligibly. "Nope I need an answer. I need to know what is going on with you so I know how to handle this."

Very low, almost a whisper but not even that loud, I said "I like wearing them."

"I can't hear you. You're going to have to speak louder than that." She said. Still in her calm, motherly, and soothing voice.

"I said, I just like to wear them. I dunno why. I have always liked them." I said, as tears started to leak from my eyes. The stress of finally saying this out loud to my mom getting to me.

"OK, Well why didn't you tell me?" She asked putting her hand on my knee and squeezing compassionately. 

"Cause I remember telling you a few years ago, and you told me I couldn't wear them. That I was a big boy, and other kids would make fun of me if I wore diapers. So I just got them and wore them in secret." I said pulling my knees up to my chest and burying my head in my arms.

"Oh baby, it's ok. I'm not mad at you. I'm definitely confused, but not mad. It's ok." She said as she rubbed my back. As I calmed down a bit she started to speak again. "OK so if that's the case where have you been getting the diapers?"

Without unfolding myself I said, "First I would get one or two from daycare in the afternoon. But for the last year I have been using my allowance to get them from the dollar store after school." I sniffled a bit as I said this.

"Well I'm definitely not happy about you stealing them from the daycare, but there is little to be done about that now. How have you been getting to and from the store? Riding your bike?" I nodded as she guessed. "Well that was dangerous, but I guess not all together unexpected. OK well look at me." When I still refused to lift my head up, my mom began to tickle me. At first I tried to squirm away and not laugh, but eventually I broke down and she had me laying on the floor laughing uproariously. 

After about a minute or two of the tickle treatment though I felt my bladder give out and wet my pants and the floor. "Well looks like someone needed to be wearing one of his diapers. Which brings us to one of my other questions. Where have you been keeping these diapers at?" She asked still sitting next to me as I caught my breath. Breathing hard I just pointed to my toy box that was shaped like a large football about 2 feet tall, but completely hollow, and tried to indicate the left side of it.

My mom walked over and after a moment lifted the half pack of pampers from the box. Then she camr back over and started to undo my pants. "Wait what...are you...doing?" I wanted out trying to squirm away. 

"Now hold still. I'm gonna get these wet shorts off you, and get you cleaned up." I lay there after that as she pulled my pants and briefs off. Then got a washcloth that she wet with warm water from the bathroom. After wiping me down, she fastened a fresh diaper around me and stood me up. I stood there as she got a towel and spread it over the wet spot in the floor. "Now then I understand you enjoy wearing the diapers, but there are going to be some rules if that's what you want."

"Ok." I said worrying at the hem of my shirt.

"First, is that you will use the diaper for it's intended purpose while you are wearing them. I'm not gonna buy them just for you to throw them away. Second I or someone I say is ok to will check and change your diaper. You are not to change yourself except under the most outstanding of circumstances. Third if you misbehave your punishment will be reduction of age. I will treat you like a toddler or a baby for the duration of your punishment which includes only be allowed to do things a baby or toddler would do. Fourth when at home you will only wear a t-shirt with your diaper unless we have company. This way I can more easily tell when you need a change and handle it." She said all this while kneeling in front of me and holding my shoulders. "If you agreed to these rules I will let you wear diapers as much as you want. If you don't, then things will continue much as they have, but I will not buy them for you."

I thought about it for only a moment. The rules were mostly everything I had hoped to happen. I didn't really like the punishment rule, but could live with it by just not misbehaving. "I can agree with the rules." I said hesitantly.

"Are you sure? If we do this you will be in diapers all the time for at least the next month before I give you the choice again. Are you OK with that?" She asked raising an eyebrow.

I would get to wear them all the time! That was like a dream come true. All I and wanted for so long was to wear diapers all the time. Quickly I nodded my head, "yes I am ok with that." I said more firmly than before.

"OK, well with that your first punishment starts now." She said as she stood and turned off the TV and my game system. 

"What! But why?" I asked not understanding. I had told her the truth. Why was I being punished already?

"First and foremost you are being punished for stealing from the daycare, which we will be making right this weekend. Second and to a much lesser extent for hiding this from me and sneaking around with it. You can tell me anything baby and I will always love you. All I want is for you to be happy, and grow up into a good young man. But in order for that to happen you have to be open and honest with me about what you want and how you feel." She hugged me then, and picked me up, carrying me on her waist. She carried me downstairs to her bedroom where I saw a play pen had been setup at the foot of the bed. 

"Tomorrow I will get your old crib up from the basement and into the guest room, but for tonight this is your crib." She said as she set me down inside of the playpen. I noticed she had put a crib mattress into the bottom if it so it was at least well padded. "Now stay there and I'll be right back." With that she left and I looked around. In the playpen was a pillow shaped like one of the baby sharks, from the video. There was also a stuffed bear, and what looked like a baby blanket with Winnie the pooh on it. 

As I sat there, my mom came back into the room carrying a baby bottle. "OK here we go. You lay down now it's bed time." As I laid down, my mom put a small pillow next to my pillow and then offered the bottle to my mouth. I opened and began to drink from the bottle. The milk was warm and had a sweet taste to it. I was confused but liked it at the same time. Mom used the pillow to prop the bottle up, and then clipped a pacifier to my shirt. "There just in case your bottle runs out before you fall asleep. Night night baby. Have sweet dreams." She said as she turned the light off and left the room.

I lay there at a total loss for how my life had changed so drastically in just a few hours. As I drank the bottle I felt my eyelids growing heavy. I had thoughts and images running through my head of how my life would be now as I fell asleep for the night.

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