diaper punishment Ryan - The Teen Baby Boy

[Meeseeks88]

Hi everyone. This is my first story so please be kind in the comments  

 

Please note – this is a story of fiction and fantasy. The characters and plot are not related to any real-life events.

 

Introduction

Hi I’m Ryan and I’ve been curious about nappies for as long as I can remember. Every now and then I fantasise about wearing one. When my sister Alice was born, I would sneak into her nursery when it was empty and take out one of her nappies. I would stare at the cute teddy bear pictures and feel the soft padding on the inside but never dared try one on. As time went on, we both grew up and the baby stuff disappeared along with the nappies. I thought I would grow out of my obsession but little did I know, I was about to have a summer I would never forget.

 

Chapter 1 – Old Memories

It was the beginning of the summer holidays and at 14 years old, I was enjoying life with my Mum and 10-year-old sister Alice. My Dad was working away on business for the summer leaving me as the man of the house.

Even though school had finished there was still work to do. My Mum had decided that since we were off school, it was time to empty out the attic and sell on any unwanted items. So together the three of us brought out every box we could carry into the living room. It was kind of exciting to see what was inside each box. Some had old games in them and others had pieces of antique jewellery. Then the next box was opened revealing old baby clothes and toys.

‘Aw I remember how cute you both looked in these’, said Mum holding up a little t-shirt with pictures of ducks on it.

My sister rolled her eyes.

‘Awesome’, she replied sarcastically, ‘can we open another box yet?’

‘You can open that one over there’, said Mum. She then pushed the baby box in my direction, ‘Ryan would you mind seeing what else is in there?’

I began to rummage through the box. My Mum had really held onto everything. More baby clothes, bottles and bibs, even some of our old dummies. But then my heart skipped a beat. Down at the bottom of the box was a stack of nappies.

All of a sudden, my palms began to get sweaty and I felt my heart racing as I remembered studying these nappies every night in the nursery.

‘Everything ok Ryan?’, my Mum joked, ‘you looked like you’ve seen a ghost’.

‘Um yeah I’m fine I um just found um these old um’, I could barely get my words out. My Mum came over to have a look and smiled.

‘Oh look it’s your old nappies’, she exclaimed pulling one out of the box, ‘these used to be yours’, she said looking at my sister.

My sister looked less than impressed, ‘why have you still got those?’

My Mum sighed, ‘you guys were just growing up so fast and I didn’t want to get rid of them. I even bought the biggest size they had as I’d hoped you’d be toilet training for a bit longer but you guys both proved me wrong’.

‘Well, you can get rid now’, replied my sister showing zero empathy.

‘I guess you’re right’, said Mum, ‘Ryan could you take this box upstairs to the spare room please?’

‘Sure Mum’, I replied

 

Now if my Mum had of asked my sister to take that box then things could have turned out very differently. As it turned out, I was about to seal my fate for the summer.

 

Chapter 2 – Caught!

I took the box of baby items upstairs and put them down in the spare bedroom. I turned away to head back downstairs when all of sudden my heart began racing again. I looked back at the box. I had a million thoughts going through my mind. Maybe I could just have one last look at the nappies, for old times’ sake. I walked back over to the box and rummaged back down to the bottom again pulling out one of the nappies. I examined the front and back of it. ‘Mum was right’, I thought, ‘they are pretty big…big enough to fit me?’

‘No don’t be silly’, I instantly said to myself, ‘I can’t wear a nappy’. I continued staring at it. ‘But I guess no one would know’, I thought.

My mind was racing faster than it had ever done before. Before I could talk myself out of it again, I immediately closed the door. Without skipping a beat, I pulled my shorts and underwear down to my ankles and opened up the nappy. Nervously I wrapped it around myself. It felt so soft and welcoming. I began taping it up. Granted it wasn’t the most secure thing in the world but it wasn’t as if I was an expert. Before I could enjoy the moment any longer, I heard my Mum.

‘Ryan are you ok honey? What’s taking so long?’

I panicked and quickly pulled my shorts back up and tucked my shirt in. I ran to the top of the stairs.

‘Sorry Mum I er just spilled a few things so I was just tidying up’, I replied trying to control my trembling voice.

As I walked down the stairs, I could feel the nappy pressed tightly against my skin. It felt incredible as if I had achieved a lifelong dream. I strolled happily back into the living room.

‘Ah there you are Ryan’, said Mum, ‘could you have a look in that box please?’

‘Sure thing Mum’, I happily replied.

I sat there sifting through the box. It was some of my old school pictures from years ago. I smiled as I went through the pictures and began reliving some great memories.

‘This box is good to go Mum’, I smiled.

‘Ok honey can you take it upstairs please?’ replied Mum

I stood up and bent over to pick up the box when all of a sudden, I heard sniggering. I turned around to see my sister giggling to herself.

‘What’s so funny?’, I asked confused.

I looked at my Mum who looked even more confused.

‘Um…Ryan? Could you turn back around?’ she asked.

I was puzzled, ‘er ok’. I turned around and my sisters giggling began getting louder.

‘What is so funny?’, I demanded.

‘Ryan?’, asked my Mum, ‘are you..um..wearing a nappy?’

My eyes opened wide in disbelief. How could they possibly know?

‘What do you mean?’, I asked back trying to sound as if I didn’t know what they were talking about.

My Mum pointed to my bottom. As I turned my head around and looked down, I instantly saw what she meant. I had been in such a rush to pull my shorts up that I had accidentally tucked my t-shirt into the nappy leaving the top of it fully exposed.

My sister couldn’t hold back anymore and burst into a fit of laughter.

All I could do was stand there blushing.

‘Mum I can explain’, I desperately cried.

My Mums face had gone from confusion to anger.

‘Upstairs right now young man’, she said in a stern voice.

I reluctantly went back upstairs leaving the top of the nappy in full view of my Mum and sister.

 

At this point I figured I was just going to get told off and that would be the end of it. Little did I know that my Mum had something much more extreme in mind.

 

Chapter 3 – The Punishment

I was led into the spare room and Mum closed the door behind me. I was beyond embarrassed and could hardly look her in the face.

‘What on earth are you doing Ryan?’, she asked furiously, ‘why are you wearing a nappy?’

I could barely get my words out as my eyes filled with tears.

‘I…I..I just wanted to know what they felt like’, I stammered.

My Mum shook her head in disbelief.

‘Maybe I was wrong’, she replied, ‘maybe you haven’t grown up as fast as I thought you had’.

‘I’m really sorry’, I cried with tears now streaming down my face.

‘Lie down on the bed’, my Mum instructed.

I did as I was told. She removed my shorts and underwear leaving my nappy fully exposed. All of a sudden, she began undoing the tapes of the nappy and pulled it away from me. It had been a while since my Mum had seen me naked down below and I suddenly felt very vulnerable. Then I noticed her getting another nappy out of the box that sat beside me. I was puzzled.

‘What are you doing?’, I asked.

‘Well’, replied my Mum, ‘if you really want to know what they feel like then I should put it on you properly’.

With that my Mum slid a new nappy underneath me and then began rummaging through the box.

The tears continued to pour down my face as I sobbed uncontrollably when suddenly I felt something go into my mouth. I couldn’t tell what it was but I immediately began to suck on it.

‘There that should keep baby quiet’, smiled Mum, ‘you always did enjoy sucking on your dummy’.

My eyes widened. I couldn’t believe that I was now lying down, sucking on a dummy and waiting for my Mum to put a nappy on me. This was everything I’d dreamed of, but now that it was actually happening, all I could feel was embarrassment and shame.

Before I could think too hard about the dummy, my Mum pulled out a bottle of baby powder from the box.

‘Now then let’s see if there’s anything left in here, shall we?’, said Mum as she opened up the baby powder and began pouring it onto my private parts. The smell of baby powder filled the air and it took me right back to being in my sister’s nursery all those years ago.

My Mum then grabbed my ankles and lifted up my legs.

‘We mustn’t forget to sprinkle some powder on baby’s bottom’, she giggled, ‘we wouldn’t want you getting a rash now, would we?’

I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to answer her. Not that I could anyway as I continued sucking on the dummy. The nappy was then pulled up and fastened tightly. I had to admit that it felt a lot better this time around. My Mum had done a much better job compared to my amateurish attempt.

‘Right then Ry Ry’, said Mum. She hadn’t called me that in years. ‘Let’s head downstairs, shall we?’.

I went to pick up my shorts but my hands were pushed away.

‘You can leave those there’, said Mum, ’I don’t think they would fit over that nappy anyway’.

I went to take the dummy out of my mouth to complain but once again my hands were pushed away.

‘That can stay where it is’, smiled Mum, ‘it’ll help you calm down a little bit’.

With that, she opened the door, grabbed my hand and led me downstairs. Due to the bulky nappy, I could feel myself waddling like a toddler as I walked.

We began walking down the stairs and I suddenly saw my sister sat on the sofa. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped as her brain attempted to figure out what she was looking at. I guess I couldn’t blame her. It’s not every day you see your fourteen-year-old brother holding his mummy’s hand, wearing a nappy and sucking on a dummy. It must have been quite a sight. Alice didn’t know whether to be shocked, disgusted or just burst into a fit of laughter.

Mum finally broke the silence.

‘It’s ok Alice’, assured Mum, ‘your brother wanted to wear a nappy so I thought it would be nice to give him the full baby experience’.

I was curious as to what that meant. Thankfully Alice did the talking for me.

‘What do you mean the full baby experience’, she asked.

Mum smiled, ‘listen closely because we are going to have a few new rules around here’.

 

Looking back, I should have figured out what my Mum meant by that but I could never have imagined what she had instore for me…

[maly]

Good start 

[Rabbitnappies76]

Really well written story, thank you for posting. Can’t wait for the next chapter….

[Meeseeks88]

Chapter 4 – The Baby Treatment

I stood there trembling as my Mum spoke.

‘First of all, since Ryan enjoys wearing nappies so much, he can wear them all the time from now on’. She turned to me, ‘and I expect you to use them for their intended purpose. That means no more trips to the bathroom. When you need to go potty you can use your nappy like a baby would’.

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I had wanted to wear nappies again all my life but now it was actually happening, I hated the idea. I had never even thought about actually peeing in them. This was getting too much but my mother wasn’t finished yet.

‘You will be put to bed at 7:30 sharp. A baby needs an early bedtime so they don’t get cranky. Is that understood?’

I stood in disbelief, ‘yeth mum’, I babbled and realised I still had the dummy in my mouth. I quickly took it out as my sister fought back her giggling.

'You'll refer to me as mummy from now on, is that understood?' Mum continued.

I lowered my head, 'yes mummy'.

‘Now you can stay down here’, said my Mum, ‘I spotted a few bits in the attic that I think might come in handy’.

With that she headed upstairs leaving me alone with my sister. She looked at me and couldn’t contain herself anymore. The sight of her older brother standing there in a nappy was too much and she howled with laughter.

‘It’s not funny’ I snapped.

‘Yes, it really is’, laughed Alice, ‘seriously Ryan, I knew you were weird but why were you wearing a nappy?’

I didn’t even have an answer for her and I was starting to wonder why I did it in the first place.

‘Is it because you thought they were cute?’ Alice mocked.

I looked down and hadn’t even realised that the nappy had teddy bear prints all over them. I pulled down my t-shirt desperately trying to cover it. Just then my mother returned with something in her hand.

‘What’s that? asked Alice

‘I knew keeping all that old baby furniture would come in handy one day’, she replied gleefully. ‘Look, I found your old playpen’.

Sure enough, when she put it down on the floor it opened up into a playpen.

‘Now then Ry Ry’, said Mum, ‘why don’t you hop in and give it a test run’.

I looked at her dumbfounded. ‘Seriously?’ I asked.

‘Seriously’, Mum replied.

I rolled my eyes and climbed into the playpen. It was a bit cramped but I managed to fit in it.

‘Wonderful’, said Mum with a big smile on her face. She then turned to my sister. ‘Alice, would you mind coming upstairs with me. I need you to help me with something’.

‘Sure thing Mum’. Alice replied.

My mother turned back to me.

‘You wait here in your playpen Ry Ry’, she said almost mocking me, ‘I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself while we were upstairs’.

‘I think I’ll be ok’, I grumbled.

My sister then stood up with a big smile on her face.

‘Shall I put some cartoons on for you?’ she said with a devilish grin.

‘Ooh what an excellent idea’, replied Mum.

My sister than found the most babyish cartoon she could on YouTube and then went with my mother upstairs. All I could do was sit there in the playpen and watch the stupid little baby cartoons.

After what seemed like an eternity, my mother and sister came back downstairs. My mother was holding a small box. I couldn’t see what was inside it but I had a feeling it wasn’t something good.

I remained in my playpen for the rest of the afternoon until my Mum announced it was time for dinner. I was led into the kitchen and sat at the table. My mother then came over and put something around my neck. It was a little tight but I realised it was a bib with ducks on it. Just when I thought I couldn’t be anymore humiliated, my mother placed a baby bottle full of juice on the table.

‘I’m not drinking out of that’, I exclaimed.

‘Oh yes you are’, my mother snapped back, ‘I don’t want you making a mess everywhere’.

I rolled my eyes again and just hoped I wasn’t eating baby food. Thankfully my mother had prepared hot dogs for us all. Of course mine were cut up into little pieces.

We pretty much sat in silence as we ate our dinner. Alice would giggle every time I drank a bit of my juice from the baby bottle but apart from that it went pretty smoothly. After dinner I was told to stay at the table and finish my juice while Mum washed the dishes. I picked up the bottle with one hand but was instructed by Mum to use both hands in case I dropped it. I grumbled and sucked on the baby bottle while doing my best to ignore my sister sniggering.

As I was nearing the end of the bottle, I suddenly felt the need to pee. I sat uncomfortably for a few minutes before the pressure began to get too much.

‘M..Mum’, I stammered, ‘Please can I use the bathroom’.

'Sorry, what did you just call me? asked my Mum.

I closed my eyes, 'please mummy, may I use the bathroom?'

‘No honey’, replied Mum, ‘you can use your nappy’.

‘Mummy please I really need the bathroom’, I begged but my pleas were ignored.

I wriggled about in my seat some more until the inevitable happened. At first, I couldn’t quite tell if I was peeing or not but then the warmth and dampness hit me. On one hand it felt good to relieve my bladder but on the other hand I was now sat in a wet nappy. I thought I might be able to hide it but my sister was already fully aware of what had happened.

‘Mum, I think the baby needs changing’, she grinned.

As I looked down, the nappy had now turned a dark shade of yellow and it was obvious to everyone that I had wet myself.

‘That’s ok sweetie’, replied Mum, ‘it’s not long until his bed time so we’d best get him in the bath’.

My bib was promptly removed and I was led upstairs into the bathroom. As the bath began filling up with bubbles, my Mum took off my t-shirt. She then undid my nappy which fell to the floor with a wet thud. I was then told to get into the bath. My mother then picked up a sponge.

‘Sit still honey so mummy can wash you’, she smiled.

‘I can wash myself’, I grumbled.

‘Don’t be silly’, she replied, ‘babies don’t wash themselves’.

She then proceeded to wash me with the sponge. I sat there trying to ignore what was happening.

‘Can I trust you to wash your naughty bits’, she asked.

I quickly grabbed the sponge and cleaned down below. It was about the only decency I was going to get.

When my mother decided I was clean, she helped me out of the bath and began drying me with a towel. I felt silly standing there while my mother dried me but I once again tried to ignore it the best I could. After she wrapped the towel around me, I walked out of the bathroom and towards my bedroom when I was promptly stopped.

‘No No Ryan, you’ll be sleeping in here tonight’, said Mum pointing towards the spare room.

I was confused. Why was I sleeping in the spare bedroom? I wanted to ask my Mum but as soon as the door opened, I understood.

My jaw dropped and my eyes opened wider than ever before. In the middle of the room was no longer a bed but a crib.

My sister was standing beside it.

‘Do you like it?’ asked Alice. ‘Mum really has kept all the old baby furniture so we figured we might as well put to it to good use now that we have a baby in the house’.

I was still speechless as my mother put down the side of the crib and instructed me to lie down. I did as I was told and my towel was suddenly stripped away. I instantly tried to cover up but my hands were pushed away.

‘Babies aren’t modest’, assured Mum.

‘But I don’t want Alice to see me naked’, I complained.

‘Well, your sister is going to be changing your nappies just as much as I am so you’d better get used to it’, replied Mum.

For the first time I saw the grin on my sister’s face disappear.

‘Wait…I have to change his nappies as well?’ she exclaimed.

‘Of course’, smiled Mum, ‘a big sister needs to look after her baby brother. Now could you hand me a fresh nappy?’

My sister didn’t seem keen on the idea but handed my mother a nappy. My Mum the began teaching her how to put a nappy on.

‘First, we open it up and slide it under the baby’s bottom. Ryan, do you mind?

I reluctantly lifted my bottom to allow my mother to slide the clean nappy underneath me.

‘Next, you’ll want the baby powder. It’s important to powder your baby’s nappy area to stop them getting a rash’.

With that she sprinkled the baby powder all over my private parts.

‘Finally, you lift the nappy up and tape it in place’.

All I could do was lay there while she taped up the nappy.

‘There we are. Baby has a nice dry nappy now ready for bed’, said my Mum.

I was then tucked in and watched helplessly as my mother pulled up the side of the crib and locked it in place. She then went over and closed the curtains.

My sister couldn’t help but humiliate me one more time and held up a dummy.

‘I think the baby will sleep much better with this in his mouth’, she giggled.

‘Silly mummy’, replied Mum, ‘I almost forgot about that. A dummy will help soothe the baby to sleep’.

Alice leaned over the crib and brought the dummy towards my lips. I reluctantly accepted it and began sucking on it. My Mum then came over and wound up a mobile that was hanging just above the crib. The sound of ‘Twinkle Twinkle Little Star’ filled the room. My Mum leant over and kissed me on the forehead.

‘Night night. Sleep tight’, she whispered.

‘Don’t wet your nappy in the night’, my sister added.

They left the room closing the door behind them. I was left lying in the crib listening to the sound of nursery rhymes coming from the mobile. The daylight attempted to pour in through the curtains which only added to the embarrassment of being put to bed so early. I sucked on my dummy and shuffled about in the crib, feeling the nappy taped tightly against my skin and the smell of baby powder pouring out from under the sheets. My life as a baby had truly started.


I thought sleeping in a crib was the most humiliating thing I could experience, but boy was I wrong…

Chapter 5 – Becoming a Baby Girl

I woke up to darkness. Going to bed early was affecting my sleep pattern. I couldn’t tell what the time was but I figured it was the early hours of the morning. I sat up in the crib and realised I still had the dummy in my mouth. It was strange to think about it but I actually didn’t mind sucking on a dummy. It really was soothing and gave me some comfort during the humiliation I was enduring. I decided to try and go back to sleep when I suddenly felt something. I started panicking as I realised, I needed to poop. The thought had never even crossed my mind and I really didn’t want to have to use my nappy. I began wondering whether I should call for my Mum but I figured she wouldn’t let me use the toilet. I shuddered as I realised what I was going to have to do.

It was pretty much impossible to go sitting down. I ended up on my knees holding on to the bars of the crib. I bit down on my dummy, pushed gently and began filling my nappy. Wetting my nappy hadn’t been too bad but this was a different experience entirely. All I could feel was the warm gooey mess sticking to my bottom as my nappy slowly expanded to compensate for my pooping. This was of course followed by the foul smell of baby powder mixed with my mess. I sucked harder on my dummy as I finished pooping and finally relaxed. I kept kneeling for a second before carefully lying back down in the crib doing my best not to squish my nappy. I really hated this feeling and for once I actually wanted my nappy changing. I did my best to forget about it and sucked gently on the dummy trying to imagine a happier situation. Within a few minutes I was fast asleep.


I opened my eyes suddenly as I heard the door open.

‘Morning baby brother’, said Alice gleefully, ‘did you have a nice nap in your crib?’

Before I could answer I noticed her expression changing from happiness to disgust.

‘Yuck! What’s that smell?’, she asked.

As I woke up, I remembered the events from hours earlier and began blushing.

Mum walked in and instantly recognised the smell.

‘I think your brother’s nappy might need changing’, she said smiling at me.

My sister’s eyes widened.

‘Oh my god you mean he actually pooped in his nappy?’ Alice asked.

‘Of course’, replied Mum, ‘he’s wearing a nappy for a reason’.

‘But…I just can’t believe he… oh that’s so gross’, exclaimed Alice completely disgusted.

My Mum rolled her eyes.

‘Why don’t you go down and sort breakfast out and I’ll change the baby’.

Being referred to as ‘the baby’ was very embarrassing and I didn’t like it. I mean I know I wanted to try a nappy on but I never wanted to go back to full time babyhood.

As my sister headed downstairs, my Mum leant over the side of the crib and smiled.

‘I think I’d better change my baby’s nappy before he stinks out the whole house’.

I blushed and spat out the dummy.

‘I’m not a baby’, I complained.

My mother didn’t look impressed.

‘Well, you certainly look like a baby to me Ry Ry’.

I didn’t have an answer to that as I realised just how babyish I must have looked lying in my crib in a messy nappy. She picked up my dummy.

‘Now why don’t we pop this back in and let’s get you cleaned up’, said my Mum as she guided the dummy back into my mouth.

She let down the side of the crib and helped me out. I tried my best not to squish my nappy but at this point I was pretty sure my bottom was covered in poop so it didn’t really matter. She lay down a changing mat on the floor and I instantly knew what I was expected to do. As I lay on the changing mat I watched as my mother undid the tapes of the nappy. I’m sure I was blushing even more at this point as my nappy was opened up.

‘Phew Ry Ry’, said Mum, ‘you’ve certainly left me a stinky present this morning’.

I stared at the ceiling desperately attempting to block out what was happening.

I heard my Mum open up a pack of baby wipes and felt her slowly starting to clean my bottom. It seemed to go on forever but finally I was clean and a new nappy was fastened on me. I must admit it was nice to be wearing a clean nappy again. We headed downstair ready for breakfast. Thankfully I was given my favourite cereal although I still had a bib tied around my neck and a fresh baby bottle of juice given to me.

After breakfast, me and Alice were then allowed to watch TV but of course I had to sit in the playpen. Everything changed though when it was time to get dressed. My mother and sister helped dress me which was kind of humiliating but I was starting to get used to it. As my mother began pulling my shorts up, she suddenly stopped.

‘Oh dear’, said Mum looking concerned.

‘What’s wrong?’ I asked.

‘I don’t think these are going to fit over your nappy’, she replied.

‘Of course they will, they did yesterday’, I exclaimed.

‘Yes, but it was a bit of a tight fit. It can’t have been comfortable’, said Mum.

‘But what else am I supposed to wear?’, I asked.

Just then I saw that same devilish grin appear on my sisters face that she’d had yesterday.

‘He could always wear one my summer dresses’, she said happily.

‘WHAT? No way’, I quickly responded, ‘I’m not wearing a dress. I’m not a girl’.

I looked at my Mum expecting her to agree with me. She gave it some thought.

‘Well hang on minute’, she said, ‘they would certainly fit you and they’d be much comfier especially in the warm weather. Besides it would definitely make changing your nappy a lot easier’.

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Being treated like a baby was bad enough but a girl? No way.

‘I AM NOT WEARING A DRESS’, I insisted.

‘RYAN!’ shouted my mother, ‘your sister has been very kind and offered you a solution to your problem and all you can do is shout at her. Do not be so ungrateful. You are wearing a dress and that’s final’.

‘No, you can’t make me’, I begged.

‘Well would you prefer a red bottom underneath that nappy?’ asked my mother, ‘because you are heading in the right direction for a spanking’.

I was suddenly silent. I hadn’t been spanked since I was a young child and definitely didn’t want to relive the experience. Even Alice was taken aback by my Mums threat.

‘So shall I go and get a dress?’ Alice asked nervously.

‘I don’t know’, replied Mum and turned to me, ‘should your sister get you a dress Ryan?’

I felt my knees trembling and couldn’t believe what was about to happen.

‘Yes please’, I replied, ‘it’s very kind of you to let me borrow one of your pretty dresses Alice’.

My mother smiled, ‘now that’s the Ryan I know and love’. She then turned to my sister, ‘Alice, could you go and choose a dress for your baby brother please’

‘Shouldn’t that be baby sister?’ replied Alice giggling and literally skipping up the stairs.

I began blushing again as I stood in the living room in just a nappy waiting to receive my summer dress.

After a few minutes, Alice came back down with a dress.

‘I thought this one would be perfect’, she smiled with that familiar devilish grin.

It was bright yellow with pink flowers all over it. I knew full well that my sister had purposely picked out the most girlish design that she could.

‘Okay then’, said Mum taking the dress from Alice, ‘arms up baby’.

I reluctantly lifted my arms up as my Mum placed the dress over me and fitted in place. I looked down and noticed the dress only covered half of my nappy. I attempted to pull it down further but my hands were pushed away.

‘Don’t do that Ryan, you might rip it’, said Mum

‘But it doesn’t even…’

I was cut off mid-sentence as my dummy was put back in my mouth.

‘Aw so adorable’, said my Mum gleefully, ‘take a look’.

I was led over to the full-length mirror. Gone was the fourteen-year-old teenage boy and now stood a cute two-year-old baby girl.



I can’t begin to explain how embarrassing it was standing there in a summer dress with my nappy poking out at the bottom. I was now officially a baby girl. At least things couldn’t get any worse right? Right??

[Dirty Boy]

Ryan's mom is another mother of the year winner 😨

[Meeseeks88]

Chapter 6 – The Picnic

As the week went by, I began to get use to my daily routine. I would usually wake up needing my nappy changed which was usually handled by my Mum. Meal times were not too bad although I always had to wear a bib and drink from a baby bottle. My sister would pick out a new pretty dress for me to wear each morning that somehow seemed to get more girlish every day. I was allowed to play outside in the garden although I tried my best to stay indoors so not to be spotted by the neighbours. However, staying indoors wasn’t always the best option in the world as I’d find myself sitting in my playpen for most of the day. I was even getting used to the early bedtimes. At least going to bed early meant I couldn’t be humiliated anymore by my mother and sister.

But then the weekend came and everything changed. It started out like any normal day. My mother came in to deal with my nappy and then changed me into my summer dress before breakfast. As the three of us sat at the breakfast table my sister suddenly spoke.

‘Mum?’ she asked, ‘it’s a really nice day out. Can we go for a picnic in the park?’

‘What a wonderful idea Alice’, replied Mum, ‘I’ll start packing some things after breakfast’.

I began to panic. Being dressed like this around my mother and sister was bad enough but being taken out in public was too much.

‘I’m not going out dressed like this’, I cried.

‘Nonsense’, my mother replied, ‘you look adorable’.

‘I don’t want to look adorable’, I answered back, ‘I don’t want to go to the park wearing a dress’.

‘I see’, said my mother. ‘’Well would you rather go out in just your nappy?’

‘No, I didn’t mean that, I just meant…’, I stopped as I could tell my mother’s mind was made up.

‘It’s quite simple Ry Ry’, she said, ‘you can either wear your pretty summer dress or you can show your nappy off to the world. Which is it going to be?’

I knew I was fighting a losing battle.

‘Fine, I’ll wear the stupid dress’, I grumbled

‘Sorry?’ my mother snapped.

I closed my eyes, ‘please mummy, can I wear my pretty dress to the picnic?

I could hear my sister sniggering.

‘Much better’, smiled Mum.

I felt stupid choosing to wear a dress but what other choice did I have?

 

Time seemed to slow down for the next few hours as I began dreading thought of facing the public dressed as a baby girl. I was put back in my playpen while Alice and Mum started getting things ready in the other room. At one point I could hear my sister giggling. I attempted to listen to their conversation.

‘Do you really think he’ll fit in it?’ I heard Alice say.

‘Well, we’ll give it a go’, replied Mum.

‘Fit in what?’ I thought to myself. I started to wonder what they had planned for me.

Eventually they finished packing and loaded up the car. They then came back into the house and over to the playpen.

‘Right then baby, are you ready to go?’ asked Mum.

‘I guess so’, I grumbled not that I really had a choice.

Mum helped me out of the playpen and put my shoes on. She lifted the front of my dress and stuck two fingers inside the side of my nappy.

‘Still dry’, declared Mum.

Even after a week I would still blush whenever I had my nappy checked. I suddenly felt Alice stretch open the back of my nappy.

‘What are you doing?’ I exclaimed.

‘Just making sure you haven’t done a poopy’, she replied smiling her familiar devilish smile.

I did my best to ignore her best attempts at teasing me.

As my Mum opened the front door, I instantly felt very vulnerable and nervous. I quickly made it from the house to the car as quick as I could and got in. My sister got into the back with me. As Mum entered the car she turned around to my sister.

‘Alice, could you make sure the baby is strapped in?’ she asked.

Even though I had already sorted me seat belt out, my sister still insisted on checking it and making sure I had done it properly.

‘The baby’s good to go’, Alice confirmed.

‘Perfect’, said Mum, ‘in that case, let’s go for a picnic’.

‘I can’t wait’, Alice replied and turned to me, ‘you’re going to love what we found in the attic for you.

Mum quickly cut Alice off, ‘now Alice don’t spoil the surprise’, she said.

As we set off on the journey to the park, all I could think about was what they had planned for me.

 

The car journey seemed to last forever but eventually we pulled up in the car park.

‘Right, everybody out’, said Mum smiling.

I reluctantly got out of the car while Mum and Alice began unloading. For a weekend, it wasn’t too busy and I couldn’t see too many people about. I looked around nervously trying to see if anybody had noticed the big baby girl standing in the middle of the car park but to my surprise, everybody was too busy getting on with their own plans to notice. For the first time I started to relax and wondered if I could get away with an afternoon in the park dressed as a girl.

But suddenly that dream was quickly shattered as my Mum unloaded the final item from the car.

‘Surprise!’ cheered Alice.

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing as my Mum rolled a stroller towards me.

‘You have Alice to thank’, said Mum, ‘I almost didn’t see it in the attic but your sister spotted it in the corner’.

‘You can’t expect me to sit in that. I won’t even fit’, I quickly responded.

‘Well, it’s here now so you might as well give it a go’, she replied.

By this point I knew that arguing would get me nowhere and that I would eventually have to endure sitting in the stroller. I sat down in it as best I could. Just like the playpen, I could fit inside but it was a little cramped. Mum still managed to somehow strap me in though.

‘Can I push the baby?’ asked Alice.

‘That’s very kind of you Alice,’ replied Mum, ‘I’ll carry the picnic basket’.

My ten-year-old sister then began to push me along the footpath in the stroller. I didn’t feel like a baby, I just felt silly. I was clearly too big for it and I’m sure it couldn’t have been easy for Alice to push it. Whenever we passed people, I would pull the dress over my nappy the best that I could and keep my head down.

My sister couldn’t help teasing me every now and then.

‘You’re being such a good girl’, she cooed.

I was getting pretty good at ignoring her at this point and stayed focused on my surroundings.

We arrived at the picnic area. The sun was shining brightly but we managed to find a spot in the shade that was thankfully away from other people.

My mother and sister began setting up the picnic while I watched from inside the stroller. Finally, my mother came over and unstrapped me and I sat down on the picnic blanket. I had to admit my Mum had done a good job with the food. I eagerly went to pick up a sandwich.

‘Hang on a minute’, said Mum and tied a bib around my neck, ‘ok honey you can eat now’.

I began eating while doing my best to hide behind my mother and sister to avoid the attention of other people in the park.

‘Mum, can I have a drink please’, asked Alice.

‘Of course, sweetie’, replied Mum and gave her a can of fizzy drink.

‘Thanks Mum’, smiled Alice.

‘May I have a drink as well’, I asked.

‘Certainly’ replied Mum.

She rummaged through the picnic basket and pulled out a baby bottle full of juice.

‘There you go honey’, she said smiling.

My face dropped as I took the baby bottle from her hand.

My mum frowned, ‘what do you say?’

‘Thanks’ I muttered.

She wasn’t happy with that answer.

‘Ryan’, she said more firmly, ‘I brought you up to use your manners better than that, now what do you say?’

I suddenly had flashbacks to her threat of a spanking so without missing a beat I replied,

‘Thank you mummy for my bottle of juice.’

‘Much better’, said Mum and allowed me to take my bottle.

The rest of the picnic went pretty smoothly apart from the odd sarcastic comment from my sister.

‘Make sure you don’t spill anything’, she would say. ‘Good thing you’re wearing a bib’.

 

After our food, Mum said that we could play for a bit. I had zero intention of moving from the picnic blanket.

‘Bet you can’t catch me’, laughed Alice.

‘I definitely can’, I replied.

‘You can’t, you’re so slow’, she taunted.

I stood up and began chasing her. Alice ran as fast as she could but even in a dress, I was still pretty quick. I managed to catch her.

‘Now try and catch me’, I smiled.

My sister then chased me around the picnic area.

After a few minutes I completely forgot about my situation and started enjoying myself. It was super fun chasing and running around with my sister and it finally felt like the summer holiday had arrived.

However, it all came to an abrupt stop when I tripped on a rock, rolled over and landed on my bottom. I was waiting for the pain to hit me but it actually didn’t hurt that much. I suddenly felt a another feeling though and it wasn’t pain. It was a feeling I was very familiar with. I looked down and lifted my dress. I watched as the teddy bear print on my nappy began disappearing and turning yellow. I realised I was wetting myself. The warm sensation began spreading over me as my nappy grew wetter and heavier.

Alice ran over to me.

‘Are you okay?’ she asked.

All I could do was look up at her with my soaked nappy on full display. My sister wasted no time and grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet. She then gleefully skipped with me over to Mum where she loudly announced, ‘the baby has a wet nappy’.

I looked around to see if anyone had heard. A few people turned their heads briefly but I quickly turned back around.

‘Lie down on the blanket darling and we’ll get you sorted’, said Mum.

I did as I was told and my mother turned to my sister.

‘Alice, could you get his changing bag from the stroller?’

As Alice went to get the bag, I suddenly realised what was happening.

‘Wait Mum!’, I exclaimed, ‘you’re not going to change me right here, are you?’

My mother just shrugged her shoulders.

‘Well would you rather I take you over to the nappy changing station where all the other babies are having their wet nappies changed? I’m sure you’d blend right in’, she replied sarcastically, ‘and don’t forget my name is ‘mummy’’.

I lay back as my mother began to take off my soaked nappy. As she pulled it open, I felt the heat from the sun on my body. It felt kind of good until I realised that I was now naked from the waist down for everyone in the park to see. I attempted to cover up but as usual my hands were pushed away.

‘Stop that please Ryan’, said Mum, ‘I need to clean you up’.

I looked up and tried to concentrate on the clouds in the sky as I heard her pull out the baby wipes from my changing bag. The coolness of the wipe made me flinch a little bit.

‘Sorry honey was that a bit cold?’ said my mother smiling.

I nodded.

‘Sorry Ry Ry but I need to wipe all that yucky pee pee off you’.

Finally, after wiping me and powdering me up, I heard the familiar sound of a new nappy being opened. I was kind of pleased that my privates were being covered up, even if it was with a nappy.

‘There we go’, smiled Mum, ‘baby has a nice clean bottom again’.

As I stood up, a group of teenage girls walked by. They glanced at me and began giggling to themselves before walking off. I had managed to stay pretty calm so far but I finally couldn’t take the humiliation anymore. I burst into tears.

‘What’s the matter Ryan?’ asked Mum calmly.

‘I can’t take it anymore’, I cried, ‘I don’t want to wear nappies anymore, I don’t need them’.

Alice scoffed, ‘well you literally just wet yourself so I think you do need them’.

My Mum agreed, ‘I think Alice is right honey, I think it’s best we keep you in them for now.’

I continued crying.

‘Well, I don’t want to keep wearing these stupid dresses. I’m not a girl’, I begged.

The gentle look on my mother’s face quickly disappeared as she took a deep breath.

‘Do you know what Ryan? I’m sick of you constantly moaning about that dress. If you really don’t want to wear it then that’s fine with me’.

Without a word of warning, she grabbed the bottom of the dress and quickly pulled it up over my head and threw it to the side. I was shocked.

‘Stop! What are you doing?’ I gasped, ‘let me have it back’.

‘No Ryan’, replied my mother firmly, ‘if you don’t want to wear it then you can just wear nothing but your nappy.’

I quickly panicked as I stood on the blanket in just my nappy. I looked around and noticed people had started staring. I began crying again.

‘I think someone’s getting cranky’, said Mum and led me by the hand over to the stroller.

I was strapped back into the stroller and a dummy was promptly placed in my mouth. My shoes were then taken off.

Mum and Alice began packing away the picnic things while I sat in the stroller sobbing through my dummy. I had argued earlier that I wasn’t a baby but if anything, I was acting more like a baby now than ever before. Even worse was the fact that it was in a public place. I just couldn’t seem to control my tears.

We took a slow walk back to the car. There were now a lot more people taking notice as the big baby passed them in his stroller. I sucked hard on my dummy to try and block out everything. There wasn’t even any point covering up my nappy anymore. It was on display for everyone to see.

Finally, we arrived back at the car. I was made to wait in the stroller while my mother and Alice packed the picnic things into the car. The minute my mother let me out of the stroller I dived back into the car out of sight.

As we drove home, I continued sobbing through my dummy.

‘You can stop that right now’, said Mum, ‘you’ve only got yourself to blame’.

As we continued on the road we passed a park.

‘Mum, can I play in the park?’ asked Alice.

‘No honey we need to get home. I think someone needs a bath and an early bedtime’, replied my Mum looking at me through the rearview mirror.

I could do nothing but suck on my dummy and watch out of the window at all the other children my age playing in the park. Being a baby really felt like being a prisoner. If I wasn’t strapped in the car then I was in my pushchair. If I wasn’t in my stroller then I was in my playpen. If I wasn’t in my playpen then I was in my crib. Even having to wear a nappy all day felt like my private parts were locked in a cage. By this point I couldn’t even remember what my regular underwear felt like.

 

When we arrived home, my Mum stayed true to her word and took me upstairs for a bath. I wasn’t even allowed to wash myself anymore and would usually end up on all fours in the bath tub while Mum washed my downstairs area. I was used to being cleaned during nappy changes so it didn’t bother me too much. Afterwards I was dried off and had a fresh nappy put on. I glanced at my mother’s wristwatch and saw that it was only 6:30pm. It felt so unfair to have an extra early bedtime especially after the day I had lived through.

Just as I was being tucked into my crib, my sister poked her head in the room.

‘Mum, can I watch TV for a bit?’, she asked.

‘Ok sweetie’, replied Mum, ‘come and say goodnight to your brother first though.

Alice happily skipped over to the crib and kissed me on the forehead.

‘Nighty night baby bro’, she smiled, ‘I guess you’re not a girl anymore without a dress on’.

My Mum looked at me with a stern look.

‘Night night Alice’, I reluctantly replied.

As my sister left the room my mother began the nightly routine. The curtains were closed and then my crib mobile was wound up. The familiar sounds of nursery rhymes filled the room as the fluffy animals floating above me began to turn. I received a kiss on the cheek from my Mum followed by a dummy being popped into my mouth. The side of the crib was locked into place and I was once again left alone. After the day’s events, I felt pretty sleepy and closed my eyes. Just as I fell asleep, I wet my nappy again.

 

I did my best to forget about the picnic and the humiliation that had come with it. I was sure that things couldn’t get any worse for me at this point. But if there was one person I could count on to make my life a living hell, it was my sister…

[Dirty Boy]

I think Ryan's mother is really exaggerating; she's clearly sadistic and cruel. She is deliberately humiliating and abusing her son, just because she wanted to wear a diaper. Maybe she's one of those radical feminist women who hate men. 

[Meeseeks88]

Chapter 7 – Playing Baby

It happened a few days after the picnic. I was playing outside in the garden. The heat of the summer seemed to increase every day. After my rant about wearing a dress, I was usually dressed in just a nappy most days so it didn’t bother me too much. My mother came me outside and called me over.

‘Do you need your nappy changing?’ she asked.

I honestly couldn’t remember but the faded teddy bear patterns on the front of my nappy confirmed that I was wet. Over the past few weeks, I had started having the odd wet accident and literally needed to wear a nappy, not that I ever told my Mum that.

‘Yes please mummy’, I replied.

She took my hand and led me into the living room. She brought in my changing mat and I began my daily routine of nappy changes.

However, half way through my sister walked in.

‘Mum, is it ok if my friend Jenny comes over this afternoon?’ she asked.

‘Of course, dear’, replied my Mum.

I instantly began to feel nervous.

‘I don’t want her friend to see me dressed like this’, I complained.

‘Stop moaning’, replied Mum, I’m sure plenty of people saw you in the park the other day. One more person isn’t going to hurt’.

I lay on the changing mat and sulked while Mum powdered me up and taped on a new nappy.

 

A few hours later I was sat in my playpen watching the usual babyish cartoons on the tv when all of a sudden it happened.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.

Alice skipped over to the door and opened it.

‘Hi Jenny’, she smiled gleefully.

‘Hi Alice’, replied Jenny, ‘I can’t wait to see him’.

‘He’s right over here’, giggled Alice as the two girls headed in my direction.

I was trapped and could do nothing but watch as the they both peered over the side of my playpen. Jennys jaw dropped at the sight of a fourteen-year-old boy sat in playpen wearing a nappy.

‘Oh my god’, exclaimed Jenny, ‘I didn’t think you were telling the truth’.

‘I know right’, replied Alice, ‘we literally treat him like a baby’.

Then I saw a smile on Jennys face. A smile that reminded me exactly of my sister’s devilish smile.

‘We could have so much fun with him’, Jenny laughed.

‘Yes, we could’, replied Alice as I saw ideas begin appearing inside of her head.

‘Mum, can me and Jenny play with the baby upstairs’, she asked.

‘Ok dear, I have a few jobs to do anyway’, replied Mum.

I was about to protest when I saw Mum looking at me with a stern face once again.

‘Ryan, go and play nicely with your sister and her friend. You’d better behave yourself or they’ll be trouble’, she said.

I knew better than to argue back and got out of my playpen and followed my sisters upstairs.

‘Aw cute teddy bears’, giggled Jenny looking at the back of my nappy.

‘Thanks’, I grumbled.

 

As we walked into my nursery I saw Jennys jaw drop once more.

‘Wow you actually made a nursery for him’, she said astonished.

‘Yep’, replied Alice proudly, ‘everything a baby could possibly want. From toys to changing supplies’.

Jenny looked dumbfounded.

‘Wait…changing supplies? You mean he actually….’

‘Oh yeah he uses his nappies just like a baby would’, said Alice, ‘he’s only a baby. He doesn’t know any better’.

Jenny looked at me. All I could do was stand in front of her in just my nappy and blush. She continued looking around the room.

‘Is that a crib?’ questioned Jenny.

Alice was more than happy to answer all of her questions.

‘Yep. He goes to sleep in his crib around 7:30 while listening to nursery rhymes’.

Frustratingly, Alice was making out like I choose to do all of these things when in reality I didn’t have a choice.

‘Now then little one,’ said Alice turning to me, ‘let’s show Aunty Jenny just what a good little baby you can be’.

I didn’t like where this was going.

‘Get on your hands and knees’, instructed Alice.

‘Why?’ I asked.

‘Don’t question me just do it. Unless you want me to tell Mum what a bad little baby you’re being’.

Not wanting to get into trouble, I quickly got down on my hands and knees.

I heard her go over to the drawer and take something out.

Jenny started laughing, ‘oh my god is that dummy?

‘It sure is’, replied Alice, ‘baby Ryan loves his dummy. Now open wide’.

I opened wide and reluctantly let Alice pop the dummy in my mouth.

‘Good baby’, she giggled, ‘now suck on your dummy and crawl over to the other side of the room’.

I did as I was told and began crawling across the carpet sucking loudly on my dummy.

‘Can you say ‘goo goo ga ga?’ added Jenny.

I rolled my eyes and swallowed my pride.

‘Goo goo ga ga, goo goo ga ga’. I babbled as best I could.

Both girls fell on the floor in hysterics.

‘Now crawl back over here and tell Aunty Jenny what a little baby you are’, demanded Alice.

‘In your best baby voice’, added Jenny again.

I crawled back over to Jenny and clenching my fists, I looked up at her.

‘Aunty Jenny, me a wittle baby, goo goo ga ga’, I muffled through my dummy.

The girls continued laughing uncontrollably.

‘This is too much fun’, laughed Jenny.

Alice smiled, ‘wait, I have an idea, don’t go anywhere’.

She left the room, leaving me to dread what she was going to come back with.

Jenny giggled, ‘this is the best summer ever’.

I glared at her, not that I looked the least bit threatening.

 

Soon Alice skipped back into the room holding what seemed to be a yoghurt and a baby bottle.

‘Time to feed the baby his din dins’, smiled Alice.

She tied a bib around my neck, took my dummy out and then sat opposite me.

‘Ooh look, strawberry yoghurt, yum yum, she said sarcastically.

She tore off the lid and grabbed a spoonful.

‘Ready Ryan?’ she asked, ‘here comes the choo choo train, choo choo’.

She waved the spoon in front of my face and began forcing it in my mouth.

I pulled away and tried to spit it out. Unfortunately, this had the opposite effect. I now had yoghurt all over my mouth and down my bib making me look even more like a baby.

‘Ooh messy baby’, laughed Jenny, ‘you need to open wider next time.

‘Let’s try that again, shall we? asked Alice.

Another spoonful headed my way.

‘Choo choo’, cheered both the girls.

I gave in and opened my mouth to eat the yoghurt.

‘Much better’, smiled Alice, ‘now then, I think I hear some more trains coming’.

I sat there helpless and ate the yoghurt mouthful by mouthful.

Finally, I finished it all. My bib was removed and my hands and mouth were wiped clean by the girls.

‘Time for your bottle baby’, said Alice handing me my baby bottle although it didn’t look like the juice I normally had.

‘What’s this?’. I asked

‘You’ll find out’, she winked.

I took a sip from the bottle and instantly spat it out.

‘Yuck!’ I exclaimed, ‘what is that?’

‘It’s some nice warm milk. Babies love drinking warm milk’, Alice smiled.

‘I’m not drinking that’, I shouted, ‘it’s disgusting’.

‘I see’, replied Alice turning to Jenny, ‘Jenny, would you wait with the baby while I go and tell Mum he’s misbehaving?’

I suddenly started panicking.

‘No wait’, I said quickly, ‘I’m sorry. I’ll drink the bottle, I promise’.

Alice thought for a moment.

‘Okay’, she replied, ‘I won’t tell on one condition’.

‘What’s that?’ I questioned.

‘You have to let Aunty Jenny feed you it’, she replied.

My heart sunk as I got ready to face more humiliation.

‘Fine’, I mumbled.

‘Well then’, said Alice with her arms folded, ‘ask Aunty Jenny nicely in your best baby voice’.

I swallowed the last bit of pride I had left and crawled over to Jenny.

‘Um…Aunty Jenny?’ I asked nervously.

Jenny smiled, ‘yes Ryan?’

‘Um…me want some milk….pwease can you feed me some milk from my baby bottle?’

Jenny looked at me, ‘hmm I don’t know. That doesn’t sound very convincing’.

I felt myself turning red from embarrassment as I began begging.

‘Pwease Aunty Jenny. Me pwomise to dwink it all. Me be a good baby for Aunty Jenny goo goo ga ga. Pwease feed me my milkies, pwitty pwease’.

I could feel my eyes welling up but managed to control myself, despite the girls laughing in my face.

‘Ok then Ryan, since you asked me so nicely’, replied Jenny.

She sat down and instructed me to lie across her lap. I felt silly as I was a little too big for her but it didn’t seem to bother Jenny. Alice passed her the bottle and Jenny held it upside down in front of my face. I saw the milk inside racing to the nipple of the bottle desperately trying to get out.

‘Open up Ryan’, giggled Jenny, ‘ready for your milkies?’

I gulped nervously, ‘yes Aunty Jenny’.

I opened my mouth as she brought the bottle closer. As I wrapped my mouth around the nipple and began sucking, I received a mouthful of warm milk. It was horrible and I desperately wanted to spit it out. However, I had no other option but to keep gulping it down. I had never realised before just how long it took me to finish a bottle and it seemed to take forever. Jenny smiled down at me the whole time and gently rocked me in her arms. It was a strange feeling but the more it went on the more I seemed to relax. I actually stopped feeling embarrassed and began to enjoy the moment. For the first time I felt like I was being treated like a baby in a loving way rather than as a punishment.

Of course, this moment didn’t last long as I finished the bottle and Jenny sarcastically asked, ‘do we need to burp the baby now?’

Alice sniggered as Jenny managed to lift me over her shoulder and began patting and rubbing my back.

‘Good baby’, she said, ‘that’s it. Do a big burp for Aunty Jenny’.

Once again, I found myself in a weird position of actually enjoying myself. I knew that Jenny was making fun of me but there was something about the way she spoke to me that felt comforting.

I closed my eyes and rested my head on her shoulder as she continued rubbing my back. Suddenly I let out a massive burp. I blushed with embarrassment.

‘Aw there we go’, cooed Jenny, ‘baby must feel better after that big burp’.

I hated to admit it but my tummy actually did feel better.

 

Over the next hour I was subjected to more humiliation. The girls took it turns to bounce me on their knees and sing nursery rhymes. I was made to suck my thumb and occasionally join in with the singing. Eventually the girls grew bored and made me sit in the corner and play with my toys while they chatted about girly things. I focused on the stuffed animals I had been given and started to block the girls out of my mind. However, after a while I felt a funny feeling in my tummy. I tried to ignore it but it persisted. I began rubbing my tummy to ease the pressure. It suddenly went away as I let out a loud fart. The girls both stopped talking and looked at me. The need to poop was fast approaching.

‘Ew, did he just fart?’ exclaimed Jenny. ‘We might need to change his nappy’, she giggled holding her nose.

But Alice wasn’t laughing this time. She looked at me with fear and knew what was about to happen.

‘Don’t you dare’, she warned.

I smiled as I realised it was time for some revenge.

I shrugged my shoulders, ‘I don’t know what you mean’, I replied sarcastically. ‘I’m just a baby remember. I don’t know any better’.

It may have seemed like a crazy decision, but after all the torment I had received from Alice, I was finally able to turn it around on her.

I gently pushed and began filling my nappy. I even turned around a little bit so that Alice could see the back of my nappy expanding. The occasional fart would slip out which only added to the effect.

Jenny stood up in shock.

‘Oh..my..god. Is…he…’, she couldn’t even finish the sentence.

‘MUM!’, Alice shouted.

Mum poked her head around the door.

‘What’s the matter honey?’ she asked.

‘Ryan just…pooped himself’, replied Alice feeling embarrassed in front of her friend.

‘Well can you change him then please? I’m busy cleaning the house’, said Mum.

Alice’s eyes widened.

‘But I don’t want to change him’, she complained.

‘Well, I’m sure your baby brother doesn’t want to sit in a messy nappy all afternoon’, she replied.

Alice quickly tried to respond but was cut off.

‘Look Alice’, said Mum, ‘since your brother has decided to start acting like a baby again, I need you to take charge and be the responsible adult please’.

‘But it’s not fair’, Alice cried.

My mother was now losing her patience.

‘All you seem to do is moan. You’re quite happy when I’m looking after Ryan but when it’s your turn you begin making up excuses’.

‘But..but’, Alice stammered.

‘And don’t think I haven’t noticed all the teasing you’ve been doing. Maybe you haven’t really grown up either. Perhaps you’re the one I should be punishing’, said my mother glaring at my quivering sister.

‘Okay Mum’, Alice quickly answered, ‘I’m sorry, you’re right. I promise I’ll start making more of an effort with the baby’.

I could tell my mother didn’t completely believe her but she nodded her head and left the room. Of course, this meant that Alice now had to deal with the contents of my nappy. She began staring at me with anger in her eyes. Jenny was now holding her nose as the smell began to fill the room.

I was instructed to lie down on the changing mat which I was more than happy to do. Despite the embarrassing situation I couldn’t stop grinning. Alice feebly began ripping off the tapes and opened up my nappy. She tried to stop herself from throwing up as the sight and smell of my messy nappy hit her.

‘Look Alice’, I giggled, ‘me make a big stinky pwesent just for you’.

I could see the veins throbbing in her forehead.

‘Stop it’, she replied angrily and once again tried not to be sick as she began wiping my messy bottom.

Occasionally I would babble in baby talk just to annoy her.

‘Goo goo ga ga, me wuvs having my nappy changed’.

My sister finally snapped.

‘WILL YOU SHUT UP RYAN! JUST SHUT UP!!’ she screamed.

But I couldn’t stop. It felt too good.

‘Waa waa Alice shout at me’, I pretended to cry.

Just as she finished changing me, my mother walked in.

‘What on earth is going on in here?’ she questioned.

‘She upset me’, I cried, ‘she shouted at me’.

‘He was being a little brat’, complained Alice

‘That’s no excuse to shout though’, replied Mum, ‘he’s only a baby’.

Alice couldn’t take it anymore.

‘BUT HE ISN’T A BABY! HE’S JUST A STUPID BOY WHO WEARS NAPPIES BECAUSE HE’S A WEIRDO’, she screamed.

The gentle tone in Mums voice quickly turned to anger.

‘THAT’S IT ALICE I’VE HAD ENOUGH’, she shouted, ‘YOU DO NOT SPEAK TO YOUR BROTHER LIKE THAT AND YOU CERTAINLY DO NOT SPEAK LIKE THAT TO ME. GET OVER HER RIGHT NOW!

She marched over to the crib, lowered down the side and sat down. Alice followed behind.

 

I could never have imagined the events that were about to follow, but it was certainly going to change things.

[Dirty Boy]

At least Ryan got revenge on his sister. His mother's crazy, anyway. I think Alice's going to end badly now. I hope someone saves these kids from this psychopath

[Meeseeks88]

Don't worry, I still have three more chapters to post yet. Things will get better for Ryan soon 😉

[wetdiaper55]

Good story .

[Meeseeks88]

Chapter 8 – Learning a Lesson

As Mum sat on the edge of the crib, Alice slowly walked over and stood beside her.

‘Right, over my knee young lady’, instructed Mum.

Alice couldn’t believe her ears.

‘Mum, please don’t do this’, she begged.

‘Over my knee right now’, my mother repeated.

Alice began sobbing as she bent over her knee. Mum then proceeded to lift up Alices dress and pull her underwear down to her ankles exposing her bare bottom. Alice immediately began crying.

‘It seems I need to teach you a lesson about being kind to people’, Mum announced.

Alice begged one last time but it was no use. I watched as my mother raised her hand and quickly brought it down to Alices bottom.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

‘You do not shout at me young lady’, said Mum, ‘do I make myself clear?’

Alice could barely get any words out.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

‘OWWW’, Alice howled.

‘Do I make myself clear?’ my mother repeated.

‘Yes’, sniffled Alice, ‘I’m sorry mummy, I’m really sorry’.

‘And what about your brother?’ asked Mum, ‘did you say he was a weirdo?’

Alice was silent.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Alice screamed in pain and was now the one crying like a baby.

‘I’m..s..s..sorry’, she whimpered.

Her bottom was now a rosy red colour and she began begging again.

‘Please Mum I’m sorry’, she cried, ‘I can’t take anymore spanking’.

My Mum pulled Alices underwear off of her ankles and stood the poor sobbing girl onto her feet.

‘Get yourself downstairs young lady’, said Mum, ’I’m not finished with you yet’.

Alice walked out of the room holding onto her very sore bottom. My Mum then turned to me and Jenny who had been sat watching the entire performance.

‘Jenny dear, I think it’s best if you go home’, she said.

Jenny nodded and left. It was definitely an experience that was going to stay with her. My mother then turned to me.

‘Into your crib Ryan’, she instructed.

I walked past her silently and climbed into my crib. My mother then pulled up the side.

‘You’re going to stay in your crib and have a nap while I go and sort your sister out’, she announced.

There was no way I was going to argue at this point and so I quickly closed my eyes and pretended to try and sleep.

After a few minutes I heard some commotion downstairs.

‘No please Mum anything but that’, I heard Alice cry.

I couldn’t quite make out what was being said but it didn’t sound good.

 

After about 45 minutes, my mother came back into the room and let down the side of the crib.

‘Follow me’, she instructed.

I did as I was told and followed her as she walked out of the room and down the stairs. As we entered the living room my jaw dropped and my eyes widened. There in the playpen now sat my sister. She sat sucking on a dummy and sobbing. Her hair was tied in pigtails and she had a pink t-shirt on. As I moved closer, I couldn’t believe my eyes. She was wearing a nappy!!

‘Alice, do you have something to say to your brother?’ my mother asked.

Alice looked at me and did her best to talk through the dummy.

‘Sowwy for being mean to you’, she babbled.

I smiled, ‘that’s ok. I’m sorry too’.

‘Ry Ry, can you go and sit in there with your sister please?’ my mother asked.

I walked over and climbed in. It was now very tight but I managed to squeeze in.

‘Oops I almost forgot’, said Mum and popped a dummy in my mouth.

She clapped her hands together with delight.

‘Well would you look at that. Looks like I’ve got my two babies back for the summer’.

Neither of us could argue as we both sat in the playpen, wearing our nappies and sucking on our dummies.

‘Right then Alice’, continued Mum, ‘you can sit there and think about your behaviour while I finish my jobs’.

She then turned to me, ‘Ryan please keep an eye on your baby sister’.

I could tell Alice hated being referred to as the ‘baby sister’. Part of me felt sorry for her but I also remembered the constant teasing I had received. It was difficult to feel any sympathy towards my sister. Finally, she was getting a taste of her own medicine.

 

We spent the next hour or so sat in the playpen. My sister sat there sulking with the dummy still in her mouth. She took it out and looked at it in disgust.

‘You get used to it after a while’, I told her.

Alice chose to ignore me. I guess I couldn’t blame her. I decided to focus on the cartoons coming from the tv instead.

As the minutes ticked by, I noticed Alice starting to shuffle about. She looked uncomfortable and was looking around in a panic.

‘Are you ok?’ I asked.

Alice continued to ignore me but began rocking back and forth. I suddenly realised exactly what was happening.

‘You need to pee, don’t you?’ I asked.

‘Mum will be back soon. She’ll let me out to use the bathroom’, assured Alice.

I shook my head, ‘sorry to disappoint you sis. You’re back in nappies now. You’ll have to use them eventually’.

‘Shut up’, she snapped back, ‘this is all your fault’.

I knew trying to argue with her wasn’t going to work so I sat back in the playpen and said nothing.

I watched as she began shaking her legs to try and distract herself but to no avail. Tears began streaming down her eyes as I noticed a small wet patch begin to appear on the front of her nappy. I watched as it grew bigger and bigger making the teddy bear print on the nappy disappear.

Eventually she sat back in the playpen completely defeated. My bratty sister had suddenly turned into a vulnerable toddler and my big brother instincts kicked in. I picked up her dummy and held it out. Alice looked at me confused with tears still pouring down her face.

‘Trust me’, I said smiling, ‘it sounds crazy but it really does help’.

Alice was hesitant but took the dummy and put it in her mouth. After a few moments she let out a big relaxing sigh and started sucking on it.

I smiled at her. She took out the dummy.

‘I’m really sorry for the way I’ve treated you’, she said calmly. Alice then started chuckling to herself.

‘What’s so funny?’ I asked.

‘This really sucks. What a crazy summer’.

For the first time I actually agreed with my sister.

 

At 7:30 Mum announced it was time for the babies to go to bed. I headed to the nursery when Mum quickly stopped me.

‘Sorry Ry ry’, she said, ‘I’m afraid your sister will be taking over the nursery. You’ll just have to use your bedroom for now’.

I turned around and walked into my bedroom for the first time in weeks. It was a strange feeling being back in my teenage bedroom especially getting back into my bed. Even though I was still wearing a nappy, there were no bars surrounding me or fluffy animals above me. My Mum came in to tuck me in and then left without even giving me a dummy. As I lay there in bed, I could hear the nursery rhymes coming from the other room. It was weird but I was kind of jealous that I had to sleep in my own room again.

I lent over and opened my bedside drawer. Inside was all of my regular underwear. I began wondering if I really wanted to leave behind the comfort of a nappy and go back to normal underwear again. It was an odd feeling that I couldn’t quite shake.

 

I tossed and turned for half an hour but was unable to go to sleep. I felt thirsty and wanted a drink. For the first time in a while I didn’t have any bars restricting me from getting out of bed.

‘Would my mother allow me to get out of bed?’ I wondered. I decided to risk it and got out. As I crept along the hallway, I poked my head into the nursery just as I had done as a small child. Laying in the crib was my sister. She had drifted off to sleep quietly sucking on a dummy. I couldn’t blame her especially after the events of the day.

Suddenly, as I turned around to go towards the stairs, I came face to face with my mother.

‘Ryan!’, she exclaimed, ‘what are you doing out of bed?’

I stood in shock. Was I about to receive another punishment?

 

To Be Continued

[Dirty Boy]

Ryan should call his father and tell him what his mother is doing to him and his sister, and also of how she has publicly humiliated him to the park. This woman has clear problems. Ryan's only hope is to ask the father for help, also because i don't see him so mature to call 911

[wetdiaper55]

I love the story .

[Meeseeks88]

Chapter 9 – Learning to Love Babyhood

 

My mother stood there with her hands on her hips.

‘Well Ryan?’ she asked impatiently, ‘why are you out of your bed?’

I felt my knees begin to tremble.

‘I’m s..sorry mummy’, I stammered, ‘I was just a little bit thirsty’.

She looked at me suspiciously.

‘Ok. Come down with me and I’ll fix you a bottle of juice’.

I waddled behind my mother as we headed into the kitchen where I was told to sit at the table. I watched as she walked over to the cupboard and pulled out my baby bottle. I suddenly had flashbacks to being bottle fed warm milk yesterday and how I had sort of started to enjoy it by the end.

‘Mummy?’ I asked sounding just like a toddler, ‘um..could I have some milk in my bottle?’

‘Milk?’ my mother asked puzzled.

‘Yeah..um..warm milk please’, I nervously replied.

She raised an eyebrow and couldn’t quite get her head around what I was saying.

‘You want to have warm milk in your bottle? Like a real baby?’ she asked.

I could barely look her in the eye and stared at the table.

‘Yes please’, I responded.

My Mum didn’t say another world and instead went over to the fridge and got out the milk. I continued staring at the table as I heard her heating up the bottle in the microwave.

Suddenly, the bottle was placed down in front of me.

‘There you go’, said my mother putting a bib around my neck, ‘you need to drink all of that. I don’t want you wasting the milk’.

She then went into the living room and sat on the sofa to watch tv, leaving me alone in the kitchen.

I stared at the baby bottle full of milk and began having flashbacks again. I remembered the way Jenny had rocked me in her arms while she fed me and how comforting it had felt. I wondered if I could feel like that again. It felt like a crazy idea but then again, this summer couldn’t get any crazier.

I walked into the living room with the bottle. Once again, I somehow started sounding like a toddler.

‘Mummy?’ I asked.

‘What is it now Ryan?’ replied my mother starting to lose her patience.

‘Um..could you maybe..um..feed me my bottle?’ I stammered.

This time I saw my mother’s face go into a look of shock and confusion.

‘I’m sorry?’ she asked, trying to understand what I had asked her.

‘Can you feed me my bottle please?’ I repeated.

She looked at me very suspiciously.

‘Are you messing with me Ryan?’ she questioned.

‘No’’, I quickly reassured her, ‘I would really like it if you fed me my milk’.

Now it was my mother’s turn to stammer, ‘well..um..I guess I..could..feed you the bottle’.

She sat up straight on the sofa.

‘I guess you’d better lie down on me’, she said still with a look of confusion on her face.

I lay down in my mother’s lap just as I had done with Jenny.

She looked down at me, ‘ready?’ she asked.

I didn’t reply but instead opened my mouth. My mother seemed a little surprised at how eager I was but responded to my gesture and stuck the nipple of the bottle into my mouth.

I instantly started sucking hungrily on the bottle. As the warm milk began splashing around in my mouth I suddenly wondered if this was such a good idea. But within a few moments I adapted to the taste and started to relax. My Mum began rocking me in her arms while looking into my eyes.

‘This takes me back Ry Ry’, she said lovingly, ‘I used to love feeding time when you were little’.

I smiled at her and continued gulping down the warm milk. My mother raised her eyebrow again.

‘Ryan?’ she asked, ‘I can’t believe I’m asking you this but…are you actually enjoying this?’

I gave this some thought. Don’t get me wrong, I had absolutely hated being treated like a baby to begin with. Being dressed like a little girl in the middle of the picnic park was nothing short of traumatising. But there was something about the way I was being looked after and cared for. The way my mother would gently clean me in the bathtub. They way she would carefully wipe my bottom and change my nappy. Even being tucked into bed at night with a kiss on the cheek. I was taken back to a time of being loved and adored. I finally realised…I was actually starting to enjoy it.

‘Are you enjoying this?’ my mother repeated.

I looked at her nervously and nodded.

‘Aw my little baby Ry Ry’, she cooed.

For the first time, it didn’t feel as if my mother was being patronising. She seemed to be enjoying it was well.

‘I must admit Ryan’, she said, ‘I was very angry when you did something silly like wearing a nappy. I thought if I treat you like a baby as punishment, it would make you hate the idea of ever wearing a nappy again. It seems to have had the opposite effect’.

With the bottle still in my mouth, all I could do was shrug my shoulders.

‘Maybe I’ve been a bit too harsh on you and your sister’, she said with a sad look in her eyes, ‘maybe I’ve been a bad mother’.

I gulped down the last bit of milk and allowed the nipple of the bottle to slide out of my mouth.

‘You’re not a bad Mum at all’, I reassured her.

‘How can you say that?’ she replied, ‘look at how I’ve been treating you’.

I smiled at her. ‘Well, I wanted to wear a nappy, so you made me wear nappies. You gave me what I wanted…sort of’

My mother chuckled, ‘I always was a big softie when it came to letting you kids have what you wanted’.

I suddenly burped loudly.

‘Silly mummy’, she giggled, ‘I forgot to burp the baby’.

‘Don’t worry’, I replied, ‘there’s always next time’.

My mother suddenly looked a bit more serious.

‘Do you honestly want me to keep treating you like this?’ she asked.

I spent a moment thinking about this before replying.

‘I mean, I’d rather not go out in public dressed like this’, I replied pointing down to my nappy, ‘but at home…I guess I wouldn’t mind’.

My mother looked shocked.

‘Wow! I am surprised. I must admit it has been fun having my baby boy back again’, she smiled.

‘I do have one request though’, I said.

‘What’s that honey?’ Mum asked.

‘Go a bit easier on Alice. She hasn’t quite matured yet. It’s not fair to punish her…even if she is a brat sometimes’.

I couldn’t believe that I was actually defending my sister but it felt like the right thing to do.

My Mum smiled, ‘that’s very sweet of you to say that, Ryan. I’ll sort things out with her in the morning. Speaking of which, its way past your bedtime…baby Ryan’, she giggled handing me a dummy.

I giggled with her, ‘Ok Mummy. Night night’. I went back upstairs and into my bed. My brain was spinning. Did I really just ask to continue being treated like a baby? Why I was I feeling this way? Would I ever actually want to go back to being a teenager? The questions continued to bounce around my brain as I fell back asleep with my dummy back in my mouth where it belonged.

 

The next morning, I woke up around 8:00. It was nice having a clock in my room again so I could keep an eye on the time. As with most mornings, I needed to poop. It felt strange but I realised that I could actually get out of my bed if I wanted too now that I wasn’t confined to a crib. I got out of bed and squatted down on the floor. It certainly made using my nappy a lot easier. I closed my eyes, bit down on my dummy and began pushing. Once again, I felt the warm sticky mess begin to fill up my nappy. Suddenly, I was interrupted by the door opening.

My Mum stood there smiling at me, ‘I don’t think I need to ask what you’re doing right now’.

I blushed with embarrassment but for the first time I didn’t feel nervous. After our conversation last night, I felt like the dynamic between my Mum and I had completely changed. I wasn’t worried about the possible torment I could face today. Instead, I felt calm and ready to embrace the day that my mother had planned.

As I finished filling my nappy, I took out my dummy and looked up at my Mum.

‘Something you’d like to say?’ my mother asked.

‘Mummy, my nappy needs changing’, I said still blushing.

‘I thought it probably would do’, she replied chuckling, ‘good job I brought this in with me’.

She held out the changing mat and placed it on the floor. I lay down on top of it.

‘Where is Alice?’ I asked.

‘Don’t worry honey, I’ve changed her already. She’s downstairs watching some cartoons’, Mum replied.

I watched as my mother ripped open the sides of the nappy and open it up.

‘Phew, what a stinky bottom’, giggled Mum.

I still didn’t feel completely comfortable with the baby talk but I was an expert at ignoring it now.

As my mother finished changing me, my dummy was put back into my mouth and we headed downstairs. When we walked into the living room, my sister was sat on the sofa watching cartoons. I was surprised that she wasn’t in the playpen and she was actually watching kids cartoons rather than babyish ones. It seemed my mother had taken my request on board and was going a little easier on Alice. However, I did notice a nappy poking out of my sisters’ pyjamas so my Mum was still sticking to a little bit of punishment. I sat down with Alice on the sofa while Mum went off to make breakfast. I took my dummy out.

‘How are you doing today?’ I asked.

Alice seemed reluctant to reply and shrugged her shoulders, ‘fine I guess’.

Just then I heard Mum from the kitchen.

‘Ry Ry?’ she shouted, ‘would you like juice in your bottle or some warm milk?’.

I blushed slightly, ‘juice will be fine, thanks’.

Alice slowly turned her head and looked at me suspiciously.

‘Did you tell Mum I gave you warm milk?’ she questioned.

‘Nope’, I replied shaking my head.

‘Then why is she offering you warm milk?’ Alice said, ‘she’s never done that before’.

I wasn’t sure how to reply. Last night seemed like a dream. Should I tell her that I’d actually enjoyed the warm milk? Could I tell her that I had asked to be bottle fed last night?

Before I could answer, my mother announced that breakfast was on the table. As we sat at the table, Mum put bibs on me and Alice and put down some bowls of cereal. I could tell that my sister wasn’t impressed to be wearing a bib and heard her muttering to herself as she started eating breakfast. I went to grab my spoon but my Mum pushed my hand away.

‘It’s ok Ry Ry’, she smiled, ‘Mummy can feed you, just like she used to do’.

She sat down opposite me. I felt myself blushing again and started to regret agreeing to continue being babied. Even though my Mum was being loving and caring, it still felt embarrassing.

‘It’s alright’, I replied, ‘I can feed my…’

I couldn’t finish my sentence as a spoonful of cereal was pushed into my mouth.

‘Aw good boy’, giggled Mum, ‘you see, it’s not so bad is it?’

I didn’t have time to answer as another spoonful headed my way. I noticed my sister begin to eat faster. She clearly didn’t want to be spoon fed her breakfast.

I began getting used to it after a while and opened up every time my Mum pushed a spoonful of cereal towards me. Was I actually enjoying this?

Just as I finished the last mouthful, my Mum made an announcement.

‘I’ve got a little surprise for you today’, she said.

I suddenly felt myself tense up. I certainly hadn’t enjoyed any surprises I had received so far this summer.

‘My friend Rachel is coming over for the day to babysit you’, she smiled.

I was horrified. I had known Rachel since I was a little kid. Not only that but I had recently been hit by puberty and Rachel was a very pretty lady. Needless to say, the thought of her seeing me dressed in a nappy made me very uncomfortable. Before I could speak, Alice spoke up.

‘I don’t want Rachel babysitting me’, she protested.

Mum stroked her hair, ‘well don’t worry sweetie, she isn’t coming to babysit you. I thought we could have a girly day out shopping’.

Alice smiled, ‘really? I’d love to go shopping’.

Her smile quickly faded though, ‘wait a minute. I can’t go out in a nappy!’ she exclaimed.

‘It’s alright’, replied Mum continuing to stroke her hair, ‘we’ll make sure you’re covered up. Unless you want to have your dummy in while we go around the shops’.

‘Fine’, grumbled Alice, ‘but just as long as no one can see my nappy’.

While Mum and Alice made their plans for the day, I was still in shock. It was nice that Mum was easing off on Alices punishment but I still had to deal with the babysitting situation.

Just when I felt I had woken up from a nightmare, it seemed like a new one was starting.

 

Having someone babysit me at my age was an embarrassing thought, but little did I know that it would change my life…

[Dirty Boy]

I wonder if Rachel is as crazy as Ryan's mother

[Meeseeks88]

Chapter 10 – Rachel

 

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.

The moment I had been dreading had arrived. Mum walked over and opened the door. Standing in the doorway was her best friend, Rachel. She was tall and slim with long blonde wavy hair that made its way down her back. I had known Rachel for as long as I can remember. However, since being hit by puberty recently, I had begun to appreciate just what a pretty woman she was. Of course, being a teenager, I had fantasized about beautiful women and I’m not ashamed to say that Rachel was among them. However, I was ashamed at the situation I was now in. Rachel was about to see in me in a nappy. I had begged Mum earlier for a t-shirt to wear but she had told me that I didn’t need one as it was too warm.

After greeting my Mum at the door, Rachel then noticed me. I was curled up on the sofa, covering myself with as many cushions as I could find. She walked over to me.

‘Hey little guy, long time no see’, she said smiling at me with her perfect smile.

‘Um hey’, I hesitantly replied.

‘So, looks we’re going to be hanging out together today’.

I started flicking the cushions, ‘yeah..um..sounds fun’.

Just then I heard Mum.

‘Alice, are you ready to go?’, she asked.

My sister walked into the room. She was wearing one of the summer dresses that I had been made to wear many times. She turned to my Mum.

‘Are you sure you can’t see anything?’ she asked.

Mum smiled, ‘don’t worry sweetie, nobody can see your nappy’.

Alice blushed with Rachel being in the room. Rachel just smiled and patted Alices back.

‘It’s ok kiddo. Everyone has little accidents sometimes’, said Rachel, ‘my son was in nappies until he was 5 years old’.

Alice stared at the ground with the embarrassment that she was wearing a nappy at twice that age.

I looked at my sister’s dress. It was actually impossible to tell that she was wearing a nappy. To be fair, the dress was actually in her size. When I wore it, the dress barely covered my bottom half.

‘We should only be a few hours’, my Mum said to Rachel.

‘That’s ok, take as long as you want. I’m sure me and Ryan will find lots of things to do’, she replied whilst winking at me.

I couldn’t tell if that was a good thing or a bad thing. We said our goodbyes as Mum and Alice left, leaving just me and Rachel. She came and sat next to me on the sofa.

‘You wanna watch some tv?’ she asked.

‘Um yeah sure’, I replied still cowering behind all the cushions.

We started to watch some tv together which was nice. She looked curiously at the playpen but said nothing about it. She then turned to me.

‘Are you gonna hog all of the cushions?’ she giggled.

‘Um..I..um’, I didn’t know what to say.

‘Come on, let me have a few’, she said.

Before I could stop her, Rachel took two or three cushions away from me exposing my nappy.

She looked down at me. ‘Aw cute’, she smiled.

To my amazement she then went back to watching the tv as if it was normal for a fourteen-year-old boy to be wearing a nappy with teddy bears all over it.

Suddenly I noticed her moving about on the sofa.

‘Are you ok?’ I asked.

‘Yeah, I think I’ve sat on something’, she replied reaching under the sofa cushion.

To my horror, she pulled out my dummy from earlier. She looked at it and then looked at me holding it up.

‘Is this yours?’, she asked.

‘Um..no..um I mean yes but...I don’t really use it…um..my mum makes me..um’, I could barely string a sentence together.

‘Well why don’t we pop it in since you’ve forgotten how to talk’, she giggled.

I felt unbelievably embarrassed as she guided the dummy into my mouth. To add to the humiliation, I immediately started sucking on it like I would normally do.

‘Ryan you are just too cute’, she giggled whilst pinching my cheek.

 

We continued to watch tv together in silence except for the sound of my dummy being sucked. I suddenly felt pressure in my bladder. I knew I needed to pee.

‘I couldn’t possibly do it in front of Rachel’, I thought. ‘Maybe I could do it but just not mention it’.

I began thinking of ways around it. Obviously, I wasn’t very discreet as Rachel turned to me.

‘Everything ok little guy?’ she asked.

I took the dummy out.

‘Um..I have to use the bathroom’, I said.

‘You mean you have to use your nappy’, she giggled as I turned bright red.

‘It’s alright’, she said patting my nappy, ‘I won’t judge you’.

It sounds pathetic, but that was all the reassurance I needed. Within moments I felt my bladder relax and my nappy begin to fill up with warm pee. I suddenly noticed that Rachel had been watching the entire time.

‘Wow, you really had to go didn’t you’, she chuckled.

I looked down and saw that almost all of the teddy bear print had disappeared and my nappy was now yellow. I blushed once again.

‘Come on little guy, we’d better go and get you changed’.

As I stood up, Rachel suddenly put her hands underneath my armpits and lifted me up. I had no idea what was going on.

‘You need to help me out sweetie’, said Rachel, ‘wrap your legs around me’.

I did as she asked and wrapped my legs around her body. Rachel then put one hand on my bottom and put her other arm around me. She then proceeded to carry me up the stairs. I couldn’t believe she could actually carry me without a struggle. I suddenly felt very little and vulnerable, but Rachel made me feel safe. I rested my head on her shoulder and held on to her tightly.

We entered the nursery and Rachel looked around.

‘This looks like the right place to change a nappy’, she giggled.

I started feeling a little embarrassed as she lay me down the changing mat and opened up my sodden nappy. I was wearing nothing else and found myself completely naked in front of Rachel. I watched as she reached over to pick up a baby wipe and began cleaning me.

‘I remember doing this when I used to babysit you when you were little’, chuckled Rachel, ‘I guess not much has changed in fourteen years’.

I guess I couldn’t argue with that statement as I lifted my legs in the air so she could wipe my bottom. However, she suddenly stopped. ‘Hmm, something isn’t right’, she said looking down at my nappy area. She began grinning, ‘Ah, I know what it is. I’ll be right back’.

With that, she left the room leaving me naked on the changing mat feeling very confused. Within a minute Rachel returned and knelt back down holding my Dads electric razor.

‘What’s going on?’ I asked.

‘I knew something didn’t feel right’, she replied, ‘but then I figured it out. Back when you were a baby, you didn’t have all of this silly big boy hair’.

She pointed at my pubic hair. Now I had only recently began growing this hair and had been very proud of it. But the second Rachel turned on the razor, I knew exactly what was going to happen.

‘Hold still’, she said and began shaving me, ‘this will make your nappy changes a lot easier’.

I could do nothing but watch helplessly as the last bit of my manhood fell away hair by hair. Eventually the razor was turned off and Racel sat admiring her handywork.

When I saw the result, my heart sunk. I literally looked like a little toddler all over again down there. I was completely smooth.

‘I’m just going to rub a bit of lotion in to stop it from itching’, Rachel said smiling.

However, when she began rubbing the lotion in, something happened. I may have looked like a baby down below but my body was still reacting like a teenager. I felt myself beginning to have an erection. This had only happened once or twice but it was still something I was struggling to control. Rachel looked at me and smiled, ‘is that for me Ryan?’

I felt myself turning red with embarrassment. She put her hands on my hips.

‘Now how am I going to get your nappy on with that in the way?’, she joked.

She gave me a few minutes to calm myself down before powdering me and putting on a clean nappy. As I stood up, I could feel a slight difference. Now that I no longer had pubic hair, I could really feel the nappy pressing against me. It kind of felt nice in a weird way.

‘Right then little guy, you can do what you want for a bit. There’s something I need to do downstairs’, Rachel announced. ‘Did you want to play some video games in your room?’

My eyes lit up. I hadn’t been allowed to play video games since the beginning of my punishment.

‘I can play video games?’ I asked with excitement.

‘Sure thing. Unless you’d rather play with the some stuffed toys’, she joked.

I was fed up playing with fluffy animals and building blocks. I was finally being allowed to do something I actually wanted to do.

 

I had great fun playing on my video games. It was kind of surreal wearing a nappy whilst playing my games. I almost felt like I was getting the best of both worlds. After an hour or so I began to get bored and decided to see what Rachel was up to. However, as I made my way down the stairs and into the living room, my eyes couldn’t believe what they were seeing.

Rachel was sat on the sofa with both of her breasts fully exposed. She had some kind of machine attached to them. She saw me out of the corner of her eye.

‘Oh, hi Ryan’, she said, ‘don’t mind me. I’m just pumping some milk for my daughter’.

Rachel had a four-month-old daughter as well as a seven-year-old son.

‘It’s ok, don’t be shy’, she assured me, ‘they don’t bite’.

I sat down quietly beside her doing my best not to look too much. As a fourteen-year-old boy, my brain had recently decided that breasts were actually very exciting things. I had never seen them in real life before, especially with milk coming out of them. As she finished pumping, Rachel quickly turned to me.

‘Seen something you like?’ she asked.

I realised that I had been staring at her boobs non stop for about a minute.

‘Sorry..I..um..it’s just that…’

‘Just that what?’ Rachel said now with a stern face, ‘just that you’re a dirty little boy?’

I was shocked, ‘no of course not I...’

My sentence was cut short as Rachel burst out laughing.

‘I was joking Ryan. Jeez, you need to lighten up little guy’, she giggled.

I sighed with relief.

‘You’re a teenage boy’, Rachel continued, ‘to be honest, I would be more concerned if you hadn’t been staring at them’.

‘I’m sorry’, I said feebly, ‘it’s just I’ve never really seem them before’.

‘Well have a good look’, she laughed, ‘I’m happy to answer any questions’.

I thought about this for a few seconds and saw the bottles of breastmilk on the table.

‘Does your breastmilk taste like normal milk?’ I asked curiously.

‘I can’t say that I’ve ever tried it’, giggled Rachel, ‘maybe you should try some and let me know’.

I felt my eyes widen. I knew that Rachel was only joking. The thought of drinking her breastmilk was gross…but kind of exciting. I noticed her squinting her eyes and raising an eyebrow.

‘You actually want to try it, don’t you?’ she asked as if she could read me like a book.

I could barely answer her, ‘I..was just..um…curious…I guess’.

She smiled a loving smile. ‘Come and lie down on me’, she instructed.

I did as I was told. I couldn’t believe she was about to feed me a bottle of her breastmilk. Why was this so exciting?

‘Which bottle am I having?’ I asked nervously.

‘You’re not having a bottle Ryan’, she replied, ‘those are for my daughter’.

I was confused.

‘You can have a taste from the main source if you like’, Rachel said tapping her breasts.

I was absolutely shocked. I was actually going to be breastfed. Rachel could see my completely confused face and chose to take matters into her own hands. She held my head in one hand and held one of her breasts in the other. She then began guiding her nipple to my mouth. Still in shock, I wrapped my lips around her nipple as it entered my mouth. My brain did what it had been trained to do and I found myself starting to suckle on her breast. It felt like an out of body experience and my brain couldn’t quite figure out what it was sucking on. At first nothing happened and it felt like I was sucking on my dummy. But after a few seconds I was treated to a mouthful of milk. My eyes widened and I began curling my toes with excitement. I noticed Rachel let out a sigh of relief and realised that I was helping to relieve the pressure from her breast. It helped me to convince myself that I was doing a kind thing for Rachel despite the fact that I was being breastfed like a new born baby. Her milk tasted sweeter than the normal milk I was used to having. Rachel locked eyes with me as I continued gulping down mouthful after mouthful of breastmilk.

‘Aw you’re doing a great job’, she said stroking my hair, ‘does it taste nice?’

I could only widen my eyes a little and nod as I suckled hungrily on her breast.

‘I should have pumped a few more bottles for you as well as my daughter’, she giggled.

Rachel then took her nipple out my mouth.

‘Thank you’, I said politely. It sounded really dumb but how else do you thank someone for breastfeeding you?

‘Oh, we’re not finished yet little guy’, smiled Rachel.

She grabbed hold of me and turned me around. She then began guiding her other nipple into my mouth. There was zero hesitation this time and I lifted my head to accept it and began suckling again. The room was silent and it was strange to hear the sounds of the outside world. The birds were tweeting in the sky. There were children playing outside. Then there was me being breastfed wearing nothing but a nappy. If I didn’t look like a baby before, I definitely did now.

After a while I felt myself getting an erection once again. I was a teenage boy sucking on a boob. It was only natural. I gently placed my hand on the front of my nappy and began rubbing it slowly. It felt really good. However, Rachel quickly noticed this and took her nipple out of my mouth while pushing my hand away.

‘I think someone’s getting a little too excited’, she smiled and began putting her bra back on.

I suddenly felt very frustrated.

‘I don’t want to stop yet’, I complained.

‘I think its best we do’, replied Rachel.

I stood up and stomped my bare foot on the ground.

‘But it’s not fair’, I argued.

‘Ryan, that’s enough’, replied Rachel as her smile began to fade.

‘No! it’s not enough’, I demanded, ‘you can’t tell me what to do’.

I didn’t know where all of this anger and frustration was coming from but I didn’t seem to be able to control myself. Rachel, however, knew how to handle a grumpy baby.

‘Come on’, she said standing up, ‘I think someone’s getting cranky’.

Once again, she grabbed me under my arms and lifted me up.

‘Time for a nap’, Rachel announced.

‘But I don’t want a nap’, I cried as she carried me up the stairs.

My pleas fell on deaf ears as we entered the nursery and I was once again placed in the crib. She put a dummy in my mouth and tucked me in. The dummy did actually help and I found myself begin to feel calmer. As Rachel wound up the crib mobile, she looked down at me and smiled.

‘You really haven’t changed at all since you were little’, she said kissing me on the forehead and leaving the room.

Yet again, I was unable to argue with Rachel as I slowly started to drift off in my crib, listening to nursery rhymes, sucking on my dummy while a small stream of pee began filling my nappy.

 

Maybe I wasn’t a teenager at all. Maybe there had been a big baby inside of me all this time screaming to get out. However, little did I know that I was about to face a new challenge…

[Dirty Boy]

Rachel is even crazier than his mother. With the genders reversed, the FBI would be knocking on the door  

[wetdiaper55]

Great chapter ..

[Meeseeks88]

Chapter 11 – A Fresh Start

 

Later that day, I was allowed to come out of my crib and watch TV downstairs. I apologised to Rachel for my little outburst and promised it wouldn’t happen again. Not long afterwards, Mum and Alice returned from their shopping trip.

‘Hey guys’, said Rachel, ‘how was your shopping trip?’

‘Terrible’, replied Alice.

‘What do you mean terrible?’ asked Mum. ‘You bought yourself some new clothes and we even had lunch at McDonalds’.

‘That doesn’t sound too bad’, said Rachel.

Alice looked at the floor.

‘I think Alice is just a little bit upset’, replied Mum. ‘We had a little wet accident in McDonalds didn’t we sweetie?’

Alice folded her arms.

‘That’s not why I’m upset’, she said, ‘I’m more annoyed that you took me to the baby changing station’.

‘Well, where else was I supposed to change your wet nappy?’ asked Mum.

‘I told you I was happy to sit in it until we got home’, snapped Alice.

‘Ooh sweetie you wouldn’t want to do that’, said Rachel, ‘you could get a nasty rash’.

‘Well, it’s better than being changed in public’, replied Alice starting to sob, ‘people were looking at me’.

‘Don’t be silly’, said Mum, ‘I’m sure nobody even noticed. At least you got to eat a nice lunch. Speaking of which, have you guys eaten?’ Mum asked looking at me and Rachel.

‘Don’t worry. I made sure Ryan didn’t go hungry’, replied Rachel winking at me.

My eyes widened and I suddenly felt embarrassed as I remembered being breastfed by Rachel. I panicked and hoped she wouldn’t mention it to my Mum. Thankfully, before she could say anything else, Mum had something to say.

‘Okay listen up you two’.

I was worried what Mum had planned but Alice seemed less concerned. She looked at me.

‘You’re going to love this Ryan’, she said whilst rolling her eyes.

Mum continued. ‘As you know, there are only two more weeks left before you guys go back to school. Now it hasn’t escaped my notice that you two have been having a few accidents’.

‘Well, that’s what happens when you make us wear nappies 24/7’, replied Alice sarcastically.

Mum chose to ignore her and continued. ‘I have decided that it would be best if I toilet trained you both again. That’s why I’ve got you these’.

She pulled out two packages from a bag.

‘More nappies?’ I said looking at them confused.

‘No not nappies Ry Ry’, replied Mum, ‘these are Pull Ups. Can you believe it, they actually have them in your size’.

With that she held up the two packets of Pull Ups. One had pictures of Disney princesses on them which I hopefully assumed were for Alice. The others had dinosaur prints on them. It wasn’t ideal but I guessed it was a step up from teddy bears.

‘From now on, you guys will be wearing these’, continued Mum, ‘that way when you need to do your business, you can pull them down yourself’.

‘You mean I can start using the toilet again?’ I asked.

Alice looked at me and shook her head, ‘if only it was that easy’, she said.

I wasn’t sure what she meant until Mum went rummaging into another bag and pulled out a training potty designed for toddlers. It was pink with fairy stickers on it.

‘This will be your toilet for the time being’ smiled Mum.

‘I’m not using that’, I exclaimed, ‘it’s pink!’

‘Don’t worry Ry Ry’, replied Mum, ‘I’ve got you one as well.

She pulled out another potty. This one was baby blue with pictures of farm animals on it. She then continued explaining the rules.

‘When you two need the toilet, you’ll come and ask me and then you’ll sit on your potty until you’ve done your business. You’ll have regular potty breaks throughout the day to begin training your bladder again’.

‘This is ridiculous’, I cried, ‘I’m not using a potty’.

‘Are you saying you’d prefer to stay in nappies?’, asked Rachel. ‘Do you really want to be peeing yourself at school?’

I didn’t know what to say until Alice spoke up.

‘Don’t worry Ryan, you haven’t heard the best bit yet’, she said rolling her eyes.

Mum went into her final bag and pulled out a big piece of cardboard with something written on it.

‘What’s that?’ I asked curiously.

‘This is your potty chart’, replied Mum, ‘every time you have a successful visit to the potty, you’ll earn yourself a green sticker. If you manage to get ten green stickers in a row, we’ll see if you’re ready for grown up underwear’.

‘Then can we use the proper toilet?’ Alice asked.

Mum nodded, ‘you certainly can. As long as you can get ten green stickers in a row’.

Alice smiled.

Mums smile slowly faded. ‘If you have an accident then you’ll be given a red sticker and you’ll be back to having zero green stickers. Do you both understand?’

‘Yes mummy’, me and Alice both replied.

‘I have a question’, said Rachel. ‘What happens if they get too many red stickers?’

‘Well, if that happens, I might need to reconsider if they are ready toilet training’, replied Mum. ‘They might not even be ready for Pull Ups’.

‘You mean they’ll have to go back to wearing nappies full time?’ asked Rachel.

‘I think that would be the best solution’, replied Mum looking at us both.

We both stood in silence. Being spoken to in this way was degrading and it was humiliating knowing that we needed potty training all over again.

‘Right then’, said Mum, ‘let’s get you both changed into your new underwear’.

Rachel went over to Alice and lifted her dress. I watched as her nappy was replaced by one of the princess Pull Ups. Despite her no longer wearing nappy, she still didn’t look much older than a toddler. My mother came over to me and untaped my nappy. As she pulled it away, she inspected it. ‘Looks like this a good time to start potty training you again’, she said showing me the damp yellow inside of the nappy.

I had completely forgotten that I had wet myself in the crib earlier which made me feel little and vulnerable. Mum started cleaning me with a baby wipe before stopping.

‘What happened here?’ she asked pointing to my smooth, hairless nappy area.

‘Ooh that was me’, said Rachel putting her hand up. ‘I just thought it would make changing him a little easier’.

Mum looked surprised, ‘I guess I never thought about that’. She smiled at me, ‘remind me to keep on top of that’.

I definitely wasn’t going to remind her to shave my public hair.

My Mum then held open one of the Pull Ups. I stepped into it and let Mum pull it up. Me and Alice were then led over to the mirror to see our new underwear. We both stood in disbelief as we saw too big toddlers staring back at us. The Pull Up didn’t actually feel too bad, even if it was covered in dinosaurs. Alice wasn’t impressed.

‘Don’t worry sweetie’, said Rachel putting her arm around Alice, ‘at least the Pull Up matches your dress’.

Alice chose not to respond.

‘Anyway, I guess I should be heading home’, smiled Rachel.

‘Thanks ever so much for all of your help’, replied Mum.

‘That’s ok, me and Ryan had plenty of fun’, she said winking at me.

Now it was my turn to ignore her.

 

Me and Alice spent the next hour or so playing outside. The Pull Ups were a little thinner than my nappies had been so I was finally allowed to wear a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. We had fun throwing a ball to each other and started forgetting all about the Pull Ups. However, it didn’t last long as Mum came outside.

‘Come on you two, it’s potty time’, she announced.

We both rolled her eyes.

‘I don’t need to go’, complained Alice.

‘Well, that’s the whole point’, replied Mum, ‘let’s find out, shall we?’

Me and Alice headed inside. We followed Mum into the living room where are training potties had been set out at either side of the room for us.

‘Where shall I take it?’ I asked.

‘You don’t take it anywhere’, replied Mum.

‘What?’ exclaimed Alice, ‘I’m not going right here in front of everyone’.

‘I need to supervise you both during potty time’, said Mum, ‘especially if you both want a green sticker’.

We both knew that we wanted a green sticker on our potty chart. Reluctantly, we both walked over to our training potty’s. Mum watched me closely as I pulled down my dinosaur Pull Up and got comfortable on the potty. I looked over at Alice who was sat down on her pink potty staring at the floor. I had to admit it felt strange. When I was in a nappy, I didn’t have any issue peeing myself in front of everyone but now Mum was watching me, I couldn’t go.

I closed my eyes and turned all of my concentration to peeing. I tried to think of waterfalls and swimming pools. Anything with water involved. Suddenly I heard a trickle and the sound of a training potty filling up. I smiled and opened my eyes before realising it was Alice who was peeing.

‘Good girl Alice’, smiled Mum, ‘that’s a green sticker for you. Ryan? Are you going to use your potty?’

‘I’m trying’, I grumbled, ‘I can’t go. I can’t relax with everyone watching me’.

‘I know what might help’, smiled Mum lovingly. She walked over and picked a dummy off the side. She came over and popped it in my mouth.

‘That usually calms you down’, said Mum.

As Mum helped Alice with her Pull Up, I continued sitting on my potty sucking on my dummy like an actual toddler. After a few minutes, she came back over to me.

‘Well?’ asked my Mum.

I shook my head and took out the dummy, ‘I just can’t go right now’.

‘Very well’, replied Mum.

She came over and helped me off the potty.

 

A little while later we sat down for dinner. To my surprise, Alice was given a glass to drink out of but I received my usual bottle of juice.

‘Why do I still have to drink out of a baby bottle?’ I asked.

‘I thought that’s what you wanted?’ Mum replied referring to our little chat the other night.

‘What chat?’ Alice asked.

‘It’s nothing’, I quickly blurted out.

Mum smiled, ‘you don’t need to feel embarrassed Ry Ry. It’s ok to admit that you enjoy a little bit of baby treatment’.

Alice’s jaw dropped, ‘you mean you actually enjoy being treat like a baby?’

I began to feel very awkward, ‘I didn’t enjoy it…I mean I kind of did…I don’t know’.

Alice shook her head in disbelief, ‘well I hope that means you get to sleep in the nursery tonight instead of me’.

‘Well of course it does’, giggled Mum.

‘What?’ I exclaimed, ‘I want to sleep in my own bed again’.

Mum chose to ignore my pleas, ‘don’t let your dinner go cold Ryan. Did you need me to feed you again?’

‘I’m fine thanks’, I sulked as I took another sip from my bottle of juice.

 

Later on, I was allowed to play my video games again. I had to admit, I was pleased that Mum was starting to allow me to do some of the things I wanted to do. As I continued to play my games, I suddenly felt the need to pee. Now usually I would ignore it and let my nappy do the work, but this time was different. I leapt off the bed and ran down the stairs into the living room. My Mum and Alice were watching TV.

‘Mummy, I need the toilet’, I exclaimed.

‘Okay honey’, she replied. She got off the sofa and pulled my training potty into the middle of the room. She then helped me pull down my shorts and Pull Up which was completely unnecessary. I quickly sat on the potty and instantly began peeing.

‘Phew, that was a close call’, said Mum, ‘well done for making it to your potty on time though’.

As I continued peeing, I watched my mother go over to the potty chart, which was now stuck to the wall for everyone to see, and gave me a green sticker. It felt really pathetic at my age, but I was extremely proud to have earnt my first sticker. As I finished peeing, I suddenly let out a loud fart.

Alice instantly turned her head.

‘Ew Ryan, that’s gross’, she said holding her nose.

Mum just smiled.

‘It’s ok honey, do you need to do a poo poo?’

I hated being spoken to like that but I did feel the urge to poop coming on.

I nodded before hanging my head in shame.

Mum noticed this and put a dummy back into my mouth.

‘Don’t worry Ry Ry, you take your time’, she said stroking my hair.

For some reason, sitting on a training potty and pooping in front of everyone was somehow more humiliating that doing it in a nappy. I knew I had no other choice and bit down on the dummy and began pushing. Each poop was followed by a loud splash as it landed in my puddle of pee which only added to the embarrassment. This carried on for about a minute before I finally finished.

‘All done?’ Mum asked.

With the dummy still in my mouth, I could only nod.

‘Stand up honey and we’ll get you cleaned up’.

As I got off and stood up, my Mum told me to do something that confused me.

‘Touch your toes sweetie’, she said.

I looked at her completely puzzled.

‘Touch your toes Ryan’, she repeated.

I was still confused but bent over and touched my toes. I suddenly felt something cool and damp against my butt hole and realised my Mum was wiping my bottom. I could do nothing but continue touching my toes and my mother continued cleaning my dirty bottom. When the torture was finally over, I stood up and my Pull Up and shorts were pulled back up.

‘I’ll go and get rid of this’, smiled Mum picking up my now very full training potty.

As she left the room, I heard Alice chuckling.

‘Well, that was fun to watch’, she grinned.

I grinned back at her. ‘I don’t know what you’re smiling at. What do you think will happen when you need to poop?’

A look of horror suddenly appeared on her face as the reality hit her.

‘I need to get these ten green stickers as fast as I can’, she stated.

So far, she had two and I had one. With two weeks left of the summer holidays, the end was in sight.

 

At 9:00, Mum announced that it was time for bed. Neither me or Alice dared to question why we weren’t having our usual early bedtime. I could only assume that because our punishment was slowly ending, Mum was starting to let us ‘grow up’ a bit.

That theory was quickly shattered when I was told to wait in the nursery whilst Mum got Alice ready for bed. After a few minutes she came in.

‘Right then Ry Ry’, she smiled, ‘lets get you ready for bed’.

‘Why do I have to sleep in the crib again?’ I questioned.

‘Well, I plan to pack away some of the baby stuff now that the holidays are almost over. I figured you wouldn’t mind a few more nights in the crib’, said Mum winking.

It sounded crazy but part of me did still enjoy the feeling of being safe and secure in the crib. I smiled at my Mum in response.

‘Lie down honey’, instructed Mum.

My clothes were then removed along with my Pull Up. I was confused.

‘Why are you taking my Pull Up off?’ I asked, ‘it’s still clean’.

My Mum smiled at me. ‘Well, if you need your potty in the night, you’re not going to get very far in your crib, are you?’

She made a good point. I wouldn’t be able to get out of my crib in the night and would probably end up using my Pull Up which would result in a red sticker. I definitely didn’t want that.

I wasn’t sure how to get around this issue until my mother pulled out something I was all too familiar with. In her hand was one of the thick night time nappies that I had been wearing every night since the beginning of the summer.

‘This should do the trick’, she announced.

‘No please don’t put me back into a nappy’, I begged.

‘It’s ok Ry Ry don’t panic’, she said reassuringly, ‘if you need to go the toilet in the night, you can use your nappy’.

‘But what about the potty chart?’ I asked, ‘I don’t want a red sticker’.

My mother smiled lovingly at me, ‘don’t worry about it sweetie. I’ll give you a free pass. It’s not as if you can get out of your crib, is it?’

It was strange but I was actually relieved to hear that. I relaxed as she slid the thick night time nappy underneath me and began rubbing baby powder over me.

‘Rachel was right, she grinned, ‘it’s a lot easier to sort your nappy out now that you’re all smooth down there’.

I looked down at my hairless nappy area that was now covered in baby powder. I watched it disappear as my Mum pulled the nappy over the top and taped it on tightly. She the pulled up the side of the crib before going over to close the curtains. It was an odd feeling. This afternoon, I had felt like I was making progress into becoming a teenager again. But now I was about to go to sleep in a crib wearing nothing but a thick nappy making me feel like a little baby all over again.

My mother came back over and held out a dummy. I opened my mouth and allowed her to pop it in. She smiled as I began sucking on it.

‘You really do enjoy this, don’t you?’ she asked.

All I could do was smile and suck on my dummy. Despite all of the embarrassment and humiliation that came with it, I couldn’t help but find myself enjoying being babied.

‘Did you want this on?’ my mother asked pointing to the mobile hanging above the crib.

I felt myself blushing and shrugged my shoulders.

‘I didn’t really need to ask, did I?’ laughed Mum and began winding up the mobile.

I still felt myself blushing as the farm animals above me began turning and the sound of nursery rhymes filled the room. I couldn’t explain it but it just felt so soothing and made me feel warm and fuzzy inside. My Mum lent over and kissed me on the cheek.

‘Nighty night’, she smiled.

‘Night night mummy’, I babbled through my dummy.

 

Being potty trained again was embarrassing but it felt good to be making progress. So why did being cared for like a baby feel even better? Everything seemed so blurry, but the next day would make things crystal clear.

[Babytom3]

good stuff

[Meeseeks88]

Chapter 12 – Pull Ups in the Park

 

The next morning, I woke up in the crib still sucking on my dummy. The urge to do my regular morning pee hit me. Part of me wanted to try and hold it in to prove to my mother that I was capable of controlling my bladder. However, the urge was too strong and I was once again defeated. I sat up and watched helplessly as the familiar teddy prints started to disappear as a warm stream of pee began to fill my nappy. I wasn’t too bothered as my Mum had assured me that I wouldn’t receive a red sticker on my potty chart.

A few minutes later my mother entered the room. I took out my dummy.

‘Morning mummy’, I said sounding every bit like a toddler.

My Mum smiled, ‘morning Ry Ry. How did you sleep?’

‘Like a baby’, I giggled.

It felt nice to be able to relax around my mother. These past few weeks, my body would tense up every time she walked into the room, wondering what humiliating punishment I would have to face that day. For the first time, I didn’t feel worried in the slightest.

She helped me out of the crib and inspected my nappy.

‘Probably best if we got you straight into the shower’, she decided.

As we headed into the bathroom, my mother undid my nappy and let it fall to the floor with a familiar wet thud. She turned on the shower and helped me in.

‘I’m going to go and sort your sister out’, she said, ‘will you be okay on your own?’

I nodded.

‘I’ll put your clothes out on your bed for you’, she said.

As she left the room, I felt very puzzled. Since the start of summer, I had been to subjected to having my mother wash me in the bathtub every day. Now I was suddenly allowed to be left alone to have a shower. I got the sense that my mother was slowly allowing me to ‘grow up’ again in time for school. My early bedtimes were gone and now so were my humiliating bath times. I was even allowed to wear my own clothes again. Was my punishment was finally coming to an end?

 

After my shower I got out and dried myself before heading to my bedroom. I looked inside but was confused. My mother had told me that she had left some clothes out for me on my bed but there was nothing there. I headed to the nursery and sure enough my clothes were laid out on the crib, or should I say ‘my bed’. There was a t-shirt, a pair of shorts and of course a brand-new Pull Up. I blushed at the embarrassment of being made to feel so little. I held up my dinosaur Pull Up and put it on. I quickly got dressed and headed downstairs. The first thing I noticed was that the playpen had disappeared and had been replaced by my training potty. I definitely wasn’t sad to see the playpen go and was happy that I would no longer have to sit in there for endless hours and endure baby cartoons. The second thing I noticed was the potty chart. Alice now had three green stickers compared to my single sticker. It felt degrading knowing that my ten-year-old sister was actually doing better at potty training than I was.

As I entered the kitchen and sat down, Alice was already half way through eating her cereal.

‘Ah there you are’, smiled Mum, ‘that was good timing. I’ve just finished heating up your bottle’.

She then placed a baby bottle of warm milk in front of me. Alice looked at me and shook her head in disbelief knowing that I had admitted to enjoying a little bit of baby treatment. However, I suddenly felt quite shy about the whole thing.

‘I’m happy with some juice’, I told Mum.

‘You’re not wasting the milk Ryan’, replied Mum, ‘drink that and then if you’re still thirsty you can have some juice afterwards’.

I sighed and began drinking the warm milk from my baby bottle. The funny thing was, I was now use to the taste and actually didn’t mind it too much, even if it did make me look like a baby.

‘I thought we could go to the park today’, announced Mum, ‘maybe have a little picnic?’

I suddenly had flashbacks to the previous picnic torture.

‘No please don’t take me out like this’, I cried.

Mum smiled, ‘relax Ryan. It’s different this time. You’ll have your big boy clothes on so nobody’s going to notice your Pull Up’.

She had a point. Last time, I had been made to wear a dress with a big thick nappy poking out underneath. This time I had my shorts and t-shirt on. Me and Alice both smiled at each other and agreed to go to the park. However, I did have one more question.

‘Um mummy?’ I asked.

‘Yes Ry Ry?’ she replied.

‘You’re…um..not going to..um..make me sit in the stroller again…are you?’

My mother just chuckled to herself. ‘Don’t worry honey, the stroller and playpen have gone back up into the attic. I don’t think we’ll be needing them today’.

I sighed with relief and was actually excited to be going out to the park.

 

Before we left the house, Mum announced that it was potty time. Me and Alice were getting used to the procedure and went over to the ‘potty area’ of the room. I took down my shorts and Pull Up before sitting down on the baby blue potty. I looked over at Alice who was already confidently peeing.

‘Well done, Alice’, Mum smiled and put a green sticker on the chart.

The pressure was on me now to try and go. Despite finishing my bottle of milk, it hadn’t made its way down to my bladder.

‘Come on Ryan, hurry up’, said Alice putting on her Pull Up and adjusting her dress, ‘I wanna go to the park’.

‘Don’t rush him’, replied Mum defending me. She then turned to face me.

‘Are you ok Ryan?’ she asked.

‘Yes, I’m fine. I just don’t think I can pee right now’, I quickly responded.

‘Do you need your dummy?’ asked Mum.

‘No! I don’t need my dummy,’ I snapped back feeling frustrated.

‘You watch that attitude mister’, replied Mum now with a stern face, ‘I can get that stroller back out of the attic if I need to’.

My eyes widened with shock, ‘I’m sorry mummy, I didn’t mean to shout at you’.

‘That’s ok honey’, said Mum, ‘come on we’ll head to the park’.

I got off my potty feeling annoyed at myself. Especially when I glanced over at the potty chart to see Alices four green stickers mocking my one pathetic sticker.

 

The car journey felt strange. The last time I had been in the car, I was wearing a summer dress, wearing a nappy, and sucking on a dummy. Today I may have been wearing a Pull Up, but I was wearing my teenage clothes. I finally began feeling my age again.

As we pulled into the car park, we saw that it looked very busy. I didn’t mind this time and happily helped unload the car. The sun was shining brightly in the sky but we managed to find some shade in order to have our picnic.

‘Mummy, can I have a drink please?’ asked Alice.

‘Of course, sweetie’, she replied handing her a can of pop.

I suddenly felt a strange sense of déjà vu.

‘Can I have a drink as well please?’ I asked.

‘No problem’, said Mum pulling out a baby bottle of juice.

‘Please can I have a can of pop like Alice?’ I asked desperately.

‘Are you sure Ry Ry?’ replied Mum, ‘I thought you enjoyed your juice’.

‘Not in public’, I quickly replied.

Mum looked me for a second before returning the bottle and giving me a can of pop. It was the first can of pop I had been allowed all summer. Needless to say, it tasted amazing and certainly made a difference from juice and warm milk.

As we tucked into our picnic, I was grateful to have avoided every embarrassing situation I could so far. I just hoped I could keep it up.

 

After we finished, me and Alice went over to the play area which was full of other kids our age. We started to have great fun. Alice began going up the climbing frame. She quickly came back down though when I mentioned I could see her Pull Up under her skirt.

‘Maybe I’ll try the slide instead’, she said.

She was careful to hold down her skirt as she climbed the ladder to get to the top of the slide. However, when she slid down the slide, her dress rode all the way up revealing her Pull Up. Alice quickly pulled it back down as she got off whilst looking around to make sure nobody had seen her.

‘Seriously, is there nothing I can play on that doesn’t show off my Pull Up?’ she exclaimed.

‘We could maybe try the swings?’ I suggested.

We both went over to the swings and jumped on. Alice made sure to tuck her skirt underneath her to stop it from blowing up in the wind. We began swinging back and forth and finally started to relax until I heard a familiar voice.

‘Oh, hey baby Ryan’.

I stopped swinging and came face to face with Alices friend, Jenny. I suddenly began having flashbacks to the torture that Alice and Jenny had put me through.

‘I’m surprised you’re allowed to play on the big boy swings. They have the baby ones over there’, she giggled pointing to the baby area of the park.

‘I don’t need the baby swings’, I protested, ‘I’m not a baby anymore’.

‘Are you sure about that?’ Jenny laughed, ‘should I check your nappy? I assume you’re wearing one’.

Before I could respond, Alice came to my defence.

‘That’s enough Jenny’, she demanded, ‘leave him alone’.

I couldn’t believe that my ten-year-old bratty sister was actually defending me. Even Jenny looked surprised.

‘Ok take it easy, I was only teasing’, replied Jenny.

‘Well don’t tease him’, Alice continued, ‘he is my brother. If anyone is going to tease him then it’s going to be me’.

Under normal circumstances, I figured that Alice wouldn’t have defended me. The fact that she was wearing a Pull Up had definitely made her a lot more defensive and I was all for it.

Jenny hated being spoken to like that.

‘Aw, I guess you’re just a little upset after your mummy gave a you a nice red bottom’, she said sarcastically.

I remained silent knowing that Alice wasn’t the sort of person to take any kind of teasing.

‘Well how about I tell your Dad’, replied Alice.

‘Tell my Dad what?’ Jenny asked confused.

Alice smiled, ‘Oh I don’t know. Maybe the fact that you bullied Ryan and made him do all those embarrassing things like crawling around on the floor and feeding him a baby bottle’.

I blushed and hoped nobody was hearing this argument.

Jenny looked perplexed, ‘but we both bullied Ryan. We both made him do those things’.

‘I don’t think so’, smiled Alice with her familiar devilish smile, ‘it was all you. Isn’t that right Ryan?’

‘Yep, it was only Jenny that made me do all of that humiliating baby stuff’, I smiled along with Alice, ‘I wonder what your Dad will think about that’

Jenny looked horrified. Her Dad was a very stern man and didn’t condone any sort of bullying.

‘But..thats not true.. you can’t do that…please don’t tell my Dad’, sobbed Jenny beginning to fear the kind of punishment she could receive.

‘Leave my brother alone and we’ll say no more about it’, Alice stated.

Jenny nodded and went off to play elsewhere.

I turned to Alice.

‘Thanks Alice, that was really kind’, I said smiling.

‘If anyone is going to pick on my brother then it’ll be me’, she giggled playfully, ‘you’re still a weirdo’.

‘And you’re still a brat’, I replied smirking.

 

We continued playing for a bit longer before I suddenly felt something that I desperately didn’t want to feel. I needed to pee. I told Alice and we raced back to my Mum. However, as we approached her, I saw somebody else that I really didn’t want to see. It was Rachel.

‘Hey you two’, she said as we headed over to the picnic blanket.

I ignored her and instead turned my attention to Mum.

‘I need the toilet’, I exclaimed.

‘Now?’ she asked shaking her head, ‘that was what potty time was for’.

I didn’t have time to argue.

‘Please, I need to pee badly’, I begged as I felt the contents of the warm milk and can of pop reach my bladder.

My Mum shrugged her shoulders, ‘well we can head home but there’s nothing much else I can do’.

‘Let me use the public restroom’, I cried desperately, ‘I won’t make it until we get home’.

‘You know the rules Ryan’, replied Mum, ‘your potty is the only place you do your wee wee’s’.

I was on the verge of bursting at this point.

‘Please, please, please’, I exclaimed as I started dancing around doing ‘the potty dance’.

‘Ryan, you need to prove to me that you can hold it like a big boy’, Mum replied sternly.

‘You can do it little guy’, smiled Rachel.

However, as Mum, Rachel and Alice began packing everything away, I felt the inevitable happen. Tears began to roll down my face as I felt a warm stream of pee hit the front of my Pull Up and I started to wet myself. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at me. They could instantly tell what was happening. The Pull Ups were not as thick as my regular nappies. If the tears rolling down my face hadn’t been a giveaway, then the small wet patch forming on the front of my shorts definitely was.

‘Oh, honey its ok’, smiled Rachel lovingly and wrapped her arm around me.

Mum shook her head, ‘you know what this means Ryan?’

I started crying, ‘please don’t take my green sticker away’.

It sounded ridiculous but that sole green sticker was the only evidence I had of making it successfully to the toilet.

Mum looked disappointed, ‘I’m sorry Ry Ry but you know the rules’.

‘Please mummy I’m sorry, it won’t happen again’, I cried.

My Mum came over and also put her arm around me, ‘we’ll have a fresh start when we get home’.

Unfortunately, that gave me no comfort whatsoever. I began crying even louder and was even starting to gain the notice of a few bystanders.

‘It’s not fair, please don’t take my sticker, I’m sorry, please, please, please’, I continued crying almost unable to stop myself.

Rachel looked at my Mum.

‘Did you want me to have him for a few hours?’ she asked. ‘My kids are at their Dad’s house until tomorrow so it’ll be nice and quiet for him. I can drop him back later’.

‘Are you sure?’ my Mum asked back.

‘Sure thing’, replied Rachel, ‘I’ll make sure he has a nice, relaxing afternoon’.

‘Thank you, Rachel’, Mum smiled, ‘I think that’ll be just what he needs’.

She then turned to me. ‘You be good for your Aunty Rachel okay and I’ll see you later’. She stroked my cheek and wiped the tears away. ‘Potty training isn’t easy Ry Ry. I know you’ll get there eventually’, she said smiling lovingly.

It felt weird but it did feel kind of comforting to hear that. I managed to get my emotions under control and helped pack away the last of the picnic bits.

 

As we walked back to the car, Rachel held my hand. It felt a little embarrassing but helped to keep me calm. I noticed a few people staring at me as they walked past. The sight of a fourteen-year-old boy holding onto a grown-up’s hand with a wet patch on his shorts was certainly something you didn’t see every day. Being pushed around in a stroller suddenly didn’t feel that bad.

When we eventually made it back to the car park, we said our goodbyes. I hugged my mother and then Alice. Alice hugged me back but was careful not to get any of my wet patch on her dress. We watched as Mum drove off with Alice sat in the back.

‘I’m parked over here kiddo’, said Rachel holding my hand once again and leading me over to her car. She opened the back door. I went to get in when she suddenly stopped me.

‘We should probably get these icky things off you’, she announced before proceeding to pull down my shorts exposing my Pull Up to the entire car park.

‘Stop, I need those’, I exclaimed.

Rachel didn’t look impressed, ‘Ryan, they’re absolutely soaked!’

Knowing I wasn’t going to get my shorts back, I quickly went to get into the car when I suddenly noticed a baby seat attached to the back seat.

‘Shall I get in the other side?’ I asked.

‘It’s cool don’t worry about it, hop in’, replied Rachel and pushed me into the car where I sat in the baby seat. Rachel leant over and strapped me into it. I suddenly felt very restricted. She then rummaged in her handbag and pulled out a dummy. It was pink with a picture of a unicorn on the front which I assumed was her daughters. She held it in front of me.

‘You want this little guy?’ she asked.

‘Um..I’d rather not’, I replied.

She smiled, ’it’s ok I know you don’t mind a dummy. Sorry about the colour, it’s been a while since I’ve had a baby boy’, she giggled.

Before I could protest anymore, it was promptly placed into my mouth.

‘Now you suck on that and have some quiet time until we get home, ok?’ she said tapping the unicorn picture on the dummy.

I reluctantly nodded knowing I didn’t really have a choice.

As Rachel closed the door and walked around to the driver’s seat, I noticed myself in the rear-view mirror. Once again, the fourteen-year-old teenager had disappeared and now sat a cute three-year-old toddler, sitting in his car seat, sucking his dummy and wearing his very wet dinosaur Pull Up. As Rachel started driving away, I feared what would happen next.

 

To Be Continued

[Dirty Boy]

I wonder if Ryan's father knows what his wife is doing to their children. It's strange that Ryan, or even Alice, hadn't thought to call him and tell him, "Mom is crazy." 😂

[wetdiaper55]

Rachel is going to keep Ryan babyed I think.......I hope

[Meeseeks88]

Chapter 13 – An Afternoon with Rachel

 

As we drove down the busy road, the sun continued to shine brightly. I couldn’t believe it was almost the end of the summer holidays already. I felt like I’d barely had time to enjoy it. I shuffled around in the car seat trying to get comfortable as my soaked dinosaur Pull Up was now becoming cold and damp. Rachel spotted me in the rear-view mirror.

‘Everything okay back there, kiddo?’ she asked.

With the pink unicorn dummy still in my mouth, I couldn’t really give her an answer.

She smiled, ‘don’t worry, we’re almost home. We’ll get you changed into something a bit comfier’.

I dreaded to think what that could be.

 

We eventually arrived at Rachels house and pulled into the driveway. I noticed some kids close to my age kicking a ball about in the field opposite and began getting jealous that I wasn’t allowed to do that. It wasn’t fair that I was being treated this way. However, when I thought back to all of the accidents I had been having, maybe it was what I deserved? Rachel turned off the engine and got out of the car. She walked around and opened up the passenger door.

‘Right then, let’s get you out of that car seat’, said Rachel as she began to unbuckle me.

She then proceeded to grab me under my arms and lift me out. However, rather than put me down, she put one hand around my back, one hand underneath my Pull Up and held me tightly against her hip as if I was a real toddler. She grabbed her handbag with her other hand and nudged the car door shut with her arm. I couldn’t believe I was being carried into the house. Suddenly, I heard a voice.

‘Hey Rachel, how’s it going?’

Rachel turned around to see her next-door neighbour.

‘Oh, hi Chloe, how are you doing?’ she replied.

‘Yes I’m not bad thank you, just been tending to the garden’, Chloe said.

‘Ooh nice’, replied Rachel, ‘I’ve just dropped my children off at the park to their Dad’.

I saw Chloe then look at me and smile.

‘And who is this cute little thing?’ she asked.

‘Oh, this is my best friend’s son, Ryan. I’m looking after him for a few hours’, Rachel replied before looking at me. ‘Say hello Ryan’.

‘Hewwo’, I babbled through the dummy.

‘Aw he’s so adorable’, giggled Chloe, ‘how old is he?’

‘He’s fourteen’, smiled Rachel.

I saw Chloes smiley face turn to confusion.

‘He’s fourteen?’ she asked.

‘Yep’, replied Rachel as if it was normal to be carrying a fourteen-year-old boy.

‘Well…he’s certainly very cute for his age’, said Chloe trying to get her brain to believe what her eyes were seeing.

‘Anyway, I’ve got to go and sort this one out. Someone had a little accident in their Pull Up’, smiled Rachel patting my now very soggy bottom.

‘Okay, take care’, waved Chloe as she watched Rachel carry me into the house.

When we entered the house, Rachel put me down and took her shoes off before turning back to me.

‘Wait here little guy, I’ll be right back’, she said before disappearing upstairs.

I immediately took out the dummy and placed it on a table nearby. I couldn’t believe how the events of the day had ended up with me being at Rachels house. I hadn’t been to her house in many years and it had changed a lot since the last time I was here.

I then heard Rachel coming back down the stairs and immediately saw the familiar sight of a changing mat in her hand. I rolled my eyes and knew what was coming. As she placed the mat on the floor, I immediately went over and lay down on top of it.

‘Somebody’s eager’, she giggled.

‘Let’s just get this over with’, I grumbled.

‘Aw, don’t be like that Ryan’, she said calmly, ‘we’ll have a great time’.

My shoes and socks were removed before Rachel ripped open the sides of my Pull Up. As she pulled it away, she held it up.

‘Wow, you really soaked this, didn’t you?’ she said in astonishment.

As I looked at the Pull Up, I could see that I had wet pretty much every single part of it. It almost felt like an achievement in a strange way. Before I could give it any more thought, I felt a cool sensation down below as Rachel began wiping me.

‘So much wee wee’, she giggled.

I chose to ignore her and lay there silently as she lifted my legs and wiped my bottom. As my legs went back down, I suddenly flinched as she gently moved her hand along my pubis.

‘Still smooth’, she announced making me blush with embarrassment.

Even though I was naked from the waist down, I eventually started to relax until I heard Rachel starting to rummage through a package. As I looked up, she turned to me.

‘Sorry Ryan’, she said, ‘I don’t have any Pull Ups. My little girl isn’t quite ready for them yet, so I’m afraid it’ll have a to be a nappy for now’.

I felt my eyes beginning to tear up again. I was desperate to make progress on my potty chart but seemed to be forever going backwards.

‘No please don’t put a nappy on me. I won’t have an accident I promise’, I exclaimed.

‘Well, you can’t walk around like that’, she said pointing to my naked lower body.

‘I could wear some of your son’s underwear’, I suggested but Rachel just laughed.

‘I doubt that my seven-year-old son’s underwear would fit you, Ryan. Unless you want to wear some of mine?’ she chuckled.

‘I’m definitely not wearing women’s underwear’, I protested.

‘Then I’m afraid this will have to do’, she replied pulling out a fresh nappy.

To make matters worse, these were nappies designed for a girl. They were covered with pictures of Minnie Mouse and love hearts. I began crying once again but was quickly silenced with the now familiar unicorn dummy.

I watched helplessly as she placed the nappy underneath me and began sprinkling baby powder all over my genitals. As the scent of the baby powder filled the air, I suddenly felt very little once again. I looked down as my hairless genitals disappeared under the nappy being pulled up tight and taped into place. I sat up on the changing mat and Rachel put her arm around me.

‘Feeling better?’ she asked.

It felt pathetic but a dummy always seemed to soothe me and help me calm down. I nodded whilst wiping away my tears.

‘I know it’s not ideal but it’s the best I can do for now little guy’, said Rachel sympathetically. ‘I’ll tell you what’.

I looked at her as she went over to the corner of the room and brought back what looked like a book.

‘This always helps calm down my son when he’s feeling upset’, she said and placed a colouring book and a pack of crayons in front of me. ‘You wanna do some colouring?’

I really didn’t want to do colouring but I could see how much Rachel was trying to help me. I nodded in agreement as she stood up and started packing away the changing supplies. I opened the book and began browsing through it. The book mainly contained pictures of animals. Eventually, I found a picture of a dinosaur. I chuckled to myself as it matched the picture on my Pull Ups. I opened the pack of crayons and began colouring. I hadn’t coloured a picture in years and began to find it quite therapeutic. The crayons were a little thicker than I was use to and I accidentally went out of the lines a few times. As Rachel went to leave the room, she looked over at the picture.

‘You’re doing a great job little guy’, she smiled, ‘dinosaurs RAAWWW!!!’

I could have done without the sound effects, but being told I was doing a good job actually put a smile on my face, despite it also feeling slightly patronising.

 

After half an hour had past, I had become a pro at colouring and used as many colours as I could to make the picture look really good. Rachel came in and I happily held up my picture to show her.

‘Ooh wow, somebody has been working hard’, she smiled.

‘Fank you Wachel’, I babbled and realised I still had the unicorn dummy firmly in my mouth. I quickly took it out.

‘Would you like a chicken dinner?’ she asked.

‘Yes please’, I replied licking my lips, ‘that sounds delicious’.

‘Would you like some carrots, peas and cauliflower as well?’ she asked smiling.

‘That sounds great, I can’t wait’, I said excitedly.

‘I’m sure you’ll love it’, replied Rachel winking as she left the room.

I suddenly felt a little uneasy. There was something about the wink Rachel had given me that I didn’t like. Almost as if she was up to something. It was a feeling that I just couldn’t shake. I didn’t have time to think about it too much as another familiar feeling hit me. I needed to poop. Without hesitation, I called out to Rachel.

‘Rachel, um I need to use the bathroom’, I shouted.

‘That’s ok Ryan’, replied Rachel from the kitchen, ‘just use your nappy and I’ll sort you out’.

I refused to use my nappy. I was going back home after my dinner. All I had to do was hold it until I got back and then I could use my potty to earn back my green sticker. I concentrated hard and was able to make the feeling disappear as I started browsing through the rest of the colouring book.

 

At 5:00pm, Rachel entered the room.

‘Dinners ready’, she announced, ‘do you need changing?’

‘No, I’m good’, I replied with my head down.

Thankfully, I wasn’t subjected to a nappy check. I stood up and followed her into the kitchen. I walked towards the table.

‘Where should I sit?’ I asked

‘It’s ok kiddo’, replied Rachel smiling, ‘I’ve got your seat right here’.

My jaw dropped as she dragged a highchair towards the edge of the table.

‘Um..are you kidding?’ I asked, ‘what’s that?’

‘It’s my daughter’s highchair, but it can be your highchair for now’, she winked.

‘I don’t want to sit in a highchair’, I protested, ‘I’m not a baby’.

She put her hands on her hips, ‘well you sure look like one to me’.

She opened up the tray and patted the seat of the highchair.

‘I’m not sitting in there’, I exclaimed.

Rachel rolled her eyes, ‘do I have to do everything myself?’

With that she came over to me, placed her hands under my armpits and lifted me up. I could do nothing but watch in horror as she carried me over to the highchair and sat me down. She strapped me in and closed the tray, locking it in place.

‘I don’t know why you’re being so fussy’, Rachel said shaking her head, ‘I hope you don’t give your Mum all this trouble’.

I sat in silence and watched her take something out of the drawer. She came over and began tying a bib around my neck.

‘Sorry about the picture’, she smiled.

I looked down at the bib and saw a picture of a baby unicorn with a halo around its head and ‘Mummy’s Little Angel’ written in big baby print on the front. I chose to ignore it and was just looking forward to my chicken dinner. She placed a baby bottle of juice on the highchair tray. I knew the protocol by now and began sucking the juice out of it.

Rachel then opened the oven and took something out. She put it on a plate and brought it over to the dinner table and placed it down where she was going to sit. It was a pizza.

‘You never told me that pizza was on the menu’, I said glumly

‘Sorry kiddo’, replied Rachel, ‘they don’t do a pizza flavour’.

I was confused what she meant by that until I head the microwave ping and Rachel went over to it. She pulled out a plastic bowl with some kind of soup inside. It had an orange colour and didn’t smell that great. She brought it over along with a little plastic spoon and set it down on the highchair tray. I put down my bottle and looked at the bowl in disgust.

‘What’s that?’ I asked.

‘It’s your chicken dinner’, she replied, ‘isn’t that what you asked for?’

‘Erm yeah I did..but that’s definitely not a chicken dinner’, I said puzzled.

‘I can assure you it definitely is’, she replied and walked over to the counter.

I watched in horror as she picked up an empty jar of baby food and brought it over to me.

‘See’, she said pointing at the label, ‘chicken dinner’.

I was absolutely speechless.

‘I’m not eating baby food’, I exclaimed, ‘that’s gross’.

‘Ryan!’ said Rachel a lot more firmly, ‘you asked for a chicken dinner so I’ve given you one. Don’t you dare let it go to waste’.

‘But..I didn’t think it was baby food’, I said still in shock.

‘It’s nice Ryan’, she replied in a slightly sweeter voice, ‘here let me help you’.

Rachel picked up a spoonful of the orange goop that sat in front of me and began guiding it towards my mouth.

‘No please’, I begged but Rachel ignored my pleas.

‘Open wide’, she smiled

But I refused. My lips were shut tight. Rachel attempted to feed me but to no avail. The orange goop ended up going all over my mouth and down my bib but I didn’t care. Anywhere was better than in my mouth.

‘Ryan!’ Rachel said once again in a firm voice, ‘I want to tell your Mum what a good boy you’ve been. She won’t be impressed when I tell her about this’.

I started panicking and feared that my Mum wouldn’t let me have a green sticker over bad behaviour. I looked at Rachel completely defeated.

‘Ready to try again?’ she asked.

I nodded nervously and opened my mouth.

Rachel scooped up an even bigger spoonful of the ‘chicken dinner’ and guided it into my waiting mouth. As I wrapped my lips around the spoon and allowed the contents to go into my mouth, I began gagging. My taste buds knew that this was horrible and wanted it out of my mouth straight away. However, I fought back and managed to swallow it. It definitely didn’t taste like chicken. The only way I could describe the taste was ‘horrible’.

‘Much better’, smiled Rachel as she scooped up another spoonful of orange goop.

Before I had wrapped my head around the first mouthful, the second one had already entered my mouth. I attempted to chew it but there was literally nothing to chew on. It was almost liquid and I winced in disgust as the second mouthful slid down my throat.

To add to the humiliation, Rachel would occasionally turn around and eat a slice of her pizza in front of me, as if she was almost mocking me. The pizza looked so tasty compared to my bowl of baby mush.

 

After a few spoonful’s, my body had begun to get used to the taste. Although it still tasted bland and horrible, I was able to eat a spoonful without feeling the need to throw up. I watched as Rachel continued to feed me spoonful after spoonful of the never-ending goop. Even after I finished it all, she made sure to scrape any left overs off of the side of the bowl and was able to get three more spoonful’s out of it.

She giggled, ‘look at the state of you’.

She got out her phone and put her camera on selfie mode, holding it up for me to see.

I looked like a literal toddler with orange mush smeared all over my face. The unicorn on my bib had almost disappeared with the amount of food I had spilt down myself. She put her phone away and began wiping my hands and face, despite the fact I hadn’t even used my hands. I sighed with relief knowing that the ordeal was over.

I sat quietly in the highchair, watching Rachel eat slice after slice of her delicious pizza. It almost felt like torture and I wanted to complain but chose not to for fear of having a dummy put back into my mouth.

After Rachel finished her last slice of pizza, she turned to me.

‘You asked for carrots, peas and cauliflower as well, didn’t you? Rachel asked.

I glanced over and saw another jar of baby food on the counter with ‘Carrots, Peas and Cauliflower’, written on the front. I looked at it in utter horror.

‘I’m actually quite full’, I quickly responded.

Rachel looked at me suspiciously.

‘You’re full? Are you sure?’ she asked.

‘Yes, I’m really full. That was delicious thank you’, I grinned whist clearly lying through my teeth.

Rachel looked at me a few seconds more before shrugging her shoulders.

‘Okay then. I’ll get you some dessert’, she smiled before walking away.

I felt myself tensing up in fear.

‘No please. I don’t want to eat anymore baby food’, I cried and felt my bottom lip starting to tremble.

She turned back to me, ‘do you like chocolate biscuits?’

I suddenly stopped trembling,

‘Um..yeah’, I said suspiciously.

She opened one of the cupboards and pulled out a blue packet. I couldn’t quite see what she had until she brought it over to the highchair.

‘How much do you like chocolate biscuits?’ she asked.

‘Um..I like them quite a lot’, I responded nervously.

She opened the blue packet and began pouring out lots of little chocolate biscuits onto the tray of the highchair. I looked closely and saw that they were in the shape of teddy bears.

‘Is that enough?’ she asked.

‘Yes, thank you’, I replied.

‘Okay well you sit there and enjoy those. I’m going to wash the dishes’.

With that, she proceeded to begin washing up whilst I sat and ate the chocolate teddy bears. They didn’t taste too bad although anything was more appealing than another bowl of orange mush. However, as I continued to eat my biscuits, the urge to poop returned. I once again attempted to forget about it but this time it was here to stay. I tried to distract myself but all I could think about was all the picnic food and baby food getting ready to leave me body.

Suddenly the telephone rang.

Rachel smiled at me, ‘I bet that’s your Mum wondering where you are’.

She left the kitchen to go and answer the phone. By this point I could barely hold on any longer. I tried to call for Rachel but she was too busy chatting away on the phone. I began wiggling my fingers and toes, desperate to fight off the urge but it was no use. As badly as I needed to go, sitting down in the highchair was proving to be rather difficult. I grabbed the sides of the tray and was able to lift myself up slightly despite being strapped in. The second I lifted my bottom off the seat, my body relaxed and I started filling my nappy. I hated being trapped like this and desperately wanted to be let out of the highchair. Suddenly, Rachel walked in.

‘Guess what little guy…you’re having a sleepover woo!’ she clapped with joy.

I was too busy to ask questions. Rachel raised her eyebrow and then grinned at me.

‘I’d know that look anywhere’, she said chuckling too herself, ‘that’s the look of a baby pooping in his nappy’.

I couldn’t respond as I continued to focus on the situation at hand. Rachel then walked over to me and put her hands on my shoulders. She slowly lowered me back into the seat of the highchair.

‘You don’t need to lift yourself up like that’, she said gently as I felt the warm gooey mess sticking to my bottom, ‘the poo poo will come out when it’s ready’.

I sat in the highchair defeated as I felt the mess slowly making its way to the front of my nappy.

‘I spoke to your Mum and told her what a great time we were having, so she’s happy for you to stay over and I’ll drop you back in the morning’, Rachel smiled lovingly.

I didn’t care about any of that.

‘Please can you let me out of this highchair and change my nappy?’ I asked as kindly as I could.

‘I’ll just finish washing up and then I’ll come and sort you out’, Rachel replied, ‘if you’re anything like my daughter, you’ve still got a bit more poop left to come out’.

With that, she walked back over to the sink and continued washing the dishes while I remained in the highchair. I did my best to ignore the contents of my nappy and focused on finishing my teddy bear biscuits as well as my bottle of juice. However, sure enough, after a few minutes I felt a bit more poop escape into my nappy. I felt humiliated that I was literally the same as Rachels four-month-old daughter, sitting in a highchair messing their nappy.

 

Finally, Rachel finished washing up just as I drank the last of my juice.

‘Right then mister, I think we’ll stick you straight in the shower’, she giggled, ‘I’ll need to use a whole pack of baby wipes to clean that messy bottom’.

Finally, I was let out of the highchair and had my bib removed. For a few seconds I was free. But then, as usual, Rachel picked me up and held me against her hip and then headed up the stairs. I felt the contents of my nappy constantly shifting as I bounced on Rachels hip. When we entered the bathroom, she put me down and took off my t-shirt. She then knelt down and took off my nappy. As the nappy was pulled away, I even saw Rachel gag once or twice at the smell. She then turned on the shower and I was instructed to get in whilst she disposed of my nappy. The warm water splashing against my skin felt amazing. I turned around to let the water hit my bottom. I looked down and saw the clear water turn to brown as the mess was slowly cleaned off of me. By the time Rachel returned, I was pretty much clean. She turned off the shower and dried me off before leading me by the hand across the hallway. We suddenly entered her daughter’s room. I wasn’t even surprised. I was more than use to walking into nurseries by this point, although this room was bright pink and clearly designed for a girl. Rachel then removed my towel, leaving me completely naked. She walked over and fetched the changing mat which I was then instructed to lay on. Rachel suddenly pulled out another Minnie Mouse nappy.

‘Not again’, I groaned, ‘I don’t need to wear a nappy’.

Rachel didn’t look impressed.

‘Well why don’t I go and get your messy nappy out of the trash? We’ll have a look at it and then you can tell me you don’t need to wear a nappy’.

I lowered my eyes with shame knowing that she was absolutely right and allowed her to slide the fresh nappy underneath me.

When Rachel began to rub baby powder over my genitals, I started to panic. Last time that had happened, I had an embarrassing erection and wasn’t looking forward to it happening again. I waited for the humiliation to begin, but then….nothing. Rachel pulled up the nappy and taped it in place. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t been aroused in even the slightest way.

‘Was I actually getting used to having my nappy changed?’ I thought.

After five weeks of having somebody clean you after using the toilet, I guessed my body had started to accept it. Rachel helped me up and then went and sat on the side of her daughters pink Disney crib. She patted her knee and gestured me to go over to her. I wasn’t sure what was happening until she lifted me up and lay me across her lap. She began to unbutton her blouse and I suddenly knew exactly what was happening. I watched as she pulled out her left breast and looked at me.

‘Bedtime snack?’ she giggled.

I wasn’t going to argue with that. After all, I was still a teenager at heart and getting an offer to suck on a pair of boobies was any boy’s fantasy. I opened my mouth and allowed her to insert her nipple. I once again wrapped my lips around her nipple and began gently sucking. Within moments, I heard her sigh with relief as milk began flowing from her breast. I locked eyes with Rachel.

‘Good boy’, she whispered.

At that point, I should have been spurting a massive erection, but once again there was nothing happening down there. I didn’t seem to be having any sexual desires whatsoever and was instead just sucking on a female’s breast like a hungry baby would. Rachel rubbed my tummy and gently rocked me in her arms. I couldn’t explain it but it felt incredible. After the events of another nightmarish day, I was finally starting to relax. I felt my eyes getting heavy as Rachel continued rocking me and eventually closed them. Suddenly, I felt her nipple leave my mouth and get replaced with something else. It felt like another nipple but as I began sucking, nothing was coming out. I opened my eyes and realised it was a dummy. I looked at Rachel dumbfounded.

‘I think someone’s ready for bed’, she said calmly whilst buttoning up her blouse.

Rachel lifted me around into the crib and began tucking me in. I took the dummy out.

‘I don’t want to go to sleep yet’, I protested.

‘I know it’s a little early Ryan but it’s almost 7:30pm’, Rachel replied.

 ‘But I don’t go to bed at 7:30 anymore’, I exclaimed.

‘Don’t be silly Ryan’, smiled Rachel.

‘No, I’m being serious’, I said, ‘I don’t have an early bedtime anymore’.

Rachel put her hands on her hips.

‘You’re not fooling me mister’, she giggled.

She clearly thought I was joking and hadn’t realised Mum had started allowing me to stay up late. I watched helplessly as she put up the side of the crib and locked it in place. I couldn’t believe this was happening again.

‘Rachel, why do I have to sleep in a cri….’

My voice was silenced by the return of the dummy. This one had a picture of a sunshine on it which only added to the ironic fact that this had been the worst summer ever. Rachel went and closed the curtains before returning with a pink fluffy cow.

‘This is Mr Moo Moo’, she announced proudly, ‘my daughter loves sleeping with him most nights. Maybe you will too’.

She smiled and tucked in the pink fluffy cow next to me in the crib.

Rachel kissed me on the forehead and then kissed Mr Moo Moo on the head as well

‘Nighty Night you two’, she cooed.

With that, she closed the door and left the room. As I tried to rest my eyes, I could hear the children outside still kicking a ball around and having fun. It felt so unfair that I wasn’t joining in with their games. I should have been running around with my mates and scoring goals with the ball. Instead, I had been put to bed at 7:30, in a crib next to a fluffy toy, wearing a Minnie Mouse nappy with a dummy in my mouth. I closed my eyes and prayed that tomorrow would be a little easier.

 

It felt so frustrating. Just when I seemed to be growing back into a teenager, I found myself fully regressed back into a baby once again. Maybe I had brought all of this on myself? Maybe my bladder had just completely given up and accepted that I would always be wearing a nappy?  Maybe I was destined to be a baby forever? Tomorrow would answer all of those questions.