The Summer At Aunt Carol's
When I was 14, my mother and father were
finally going to take a summer off and tour
Europe. Since this was to be their second
honeymoon, it was decided to send me to Aunt
Carol's for the three months they'd be away. I
had no objections since Aunt Carol lived on a
lake and had two boys of her own, Jeff who was
my age, and Jon who was twelve. We'd had a lot
of fun together over the years and I knew this
summer would be no exception.
Jeff and Jon had been adopted as babies
and looked nothing like each other. Jeff was an
average fourteen-year-old who had yet to do his
growing. Jon, on the other hand, was bigger than
Jeff. He had the height and build of a boy much
older, but looked younger because of his very fair
complexion, blond unruly curly hair and blue
eyes.
When I arrived, Aunt Carol told me I'd be
sleeping in the spare bed in Jeff's room. While I
was unpacking, she came in to see if everything
was OK and asked, "Dave, just wanted to make
sure since this is a new mattress, you don't wet
the bed do you?" As much as I liked plastic
sheets and wanted to say yes, I knew that if I did
my parents would find out since I had not wet the
bed since I was about three.
Later on after dinner, Jeff, Jon and I went
over to the nearby schoolyard to kick a football
around. Around 7:30, Aunt Carol yelled over to
Jon to come in and get ready for bed. He left and
I asked Jeff why he was called in so early. Jeff
laughed and said, "I guess you don't know do
you? Jon wears a diaper to bed since he has wet
the bed almost every night since he was a baby!
Mum feels he needs extra sleep and likes to get
him ready for bed around this time."
I could scarcely believe my ears, as I'd
never encountered a situation where diaper
wearing was the solution to bedwetting control. I
had many questions, but contained myself to a
simple "oh." The thought of Jon being diapered
got me excited as for the last couple of years I'd
found that thoughts of diaper and plastic pants
really aroused me sexually.
I had started
masturbating, but rather than 'jerking' off as my
friends talked about, I was more satisfied laying
on my stomach and moving my hips back and
forth while making up fantasies about myself and
other boys being forced to wear diaper and
plastic pants. I thought I would eventually grow
out of this and my sexual attraction to other boys.
I had no idea why I felt this way but knew that
both desires were not 'normal' and kept them to
myself.
I had never worn real diaper and plastic
pants... I just fantasised about being able to. I
had used flannel sheets and with a rubbish bag
tucked in at the waist. But, this was not very
satisfying as I couldn't wet without worrying
about leakage and it didn't feel I was really being
diapered. But I did know that plastic pants really
excited me and that I would give anything to
have a real baby-like pair.
Although I couldn't wait another minute I
managed to play another half-hour of football
with Jeff before we went in. As we were coming
through the kitchen Aunt Carol pulled me aside
and said, "Dave, there's something you should
know about Jon. He is a heavy bedwetter and to
make things a lot simpler, he wears a diaper and
plastic pants every night. I know you may think
this is odd, but I'd rather wash a diaper than
sheets and blankets every day. Please be nice to
him as he's a little sensitive about this. No
teasing, OK?" I blankmindedly agreed, but was
thinking WOW... what if I had said I did wet the
bed... would I have been diapered too?
We went down to the lounge to watch TV.
There was Jon, obviously diapered and wearing a
pair of white cribton pyjamas with a pattern of
pink and blue building blocks and teddy bears on
it. They had snaps around the waist to join the
top and bottom, I guess to make sure that they
didn't creep down. My excitement was building
and I sat beside him on the couch. The smell of
baby powder was overwhelming. I wanted to
reach over and feel just how thick his diapers
were and find out what kind of plastic pants he
was wearing. Just then Jeff said to Jon, "Mummy
told Dave all about you wearing a diaper, Jonny.
Why don't you show him just how much of a
baby you are? Come on get up!" Jeff pulled Jon
up and unsnapped the bottom of his pyjamas and
pulled them down as tears started to flow down
Jon's rosy cheeks. He was very amply diapered
in a very thick nighttime diaper and had very
baby-like blue plastic pants with snaps up the
sides. "See just how much of a baby wittle Jonny
is? Why don't you crawl around for us Jonny?"
Jeff demanded.
Jon started to really cry and screamed to
his mother, "Mummy! Jeffrey's being mean to
me."
Aunt Carol rushed downstairs as Jeff was
hurriedly refastening Jon's snaps and yelled to
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Jeff, "Jeff, I've told you too many times not to
tease Jon about his diapers. What do you want
me to do, diaper you too? If I ever, ever find you
teasing Jon again, you most certainly will be
young man. And Dave, the same goes for you!"
I just about came right then and there! Aunt
Carol then pulled out a tissue to dry Jon's tears,
gave him a hug and said, "Well Jon, it's time you
got to bed anyway! In fact all of you might as
well go to bed."
It was only 8:30, but we complied. I
luckily got to follow Jon up both flights of stairs.
He was so thickly diapered that he had to waddle
bow-leggedly just like a baby, and the rustle of
his plastic pants was unmistakable with his every
step.
That night I could hardly sleep a wink with
all the excitement. I was trying to dream up a
plan to get myself into diapers. But I'd already
said I didn't wet the bed... wouldn't it be too
obvious that I wanted to be diapered if I was to
wet the bed? When I got up that morning,
everyone was downstairs having breakfast. I
wanted to have a look at Jon's room, but the
floors were creaky and I knew I couldn't get
away with it. When I got downstairs, I couldn't
believe it! Jon was still in his PJs and diaper, and
was wearing a large plastic bib with Big Bird and
Kermit on it. He was obviously wet since the
smell of urine several hours old permeated the
room. I wondered how they could stand the
smell, although to me it smelled like an exotic
perfume. Aunt Carol said, "I hope you don't
mind the odour, but we always have Jon eat his
breakfast in his diaper to try and reinforce the
discomfort of a wet diaper." I said that it was
fine, but thought to myself that after twelve years
he was probably enjoying it.
After breakfast, she took Jon upstairs to get
changed. When Jon came downstairs, he was
dressed and obviously back in underwear since
there was no diaper bulge or rustle whatsoever.
Then Aunt Carol announced that we were all
going to the mall because Jeff and Jon needed
some summer clothes. I asked if I could stay
home and read my book, and she said fine as
long as I stayed near the house.
She had no need to worry about that. As
soon as the car was out of the driveway, I locked
the doors and ran upstairs. When I opened the
door to Jon's bedroom, I could not believe my
eyes! There was more to this story then I had yet
been exposed to. Jon's bedroom was really
Jonny's nursery. The odour of baby powder
filled the room gloriously. There was nothing in
the room that said twelve-year-old... it all said
toddler.
The room was wallpapered with pink, blue
and yellow duckies, hobbyhorses and teddy
bears. I didn't know what to look at first. There
was no bed, only a crib more than big enough for
Jon. It was white with stencilled bunnies all over
it. There were bumper pads to make sure he
didn't get close to the rails. A shelf within reach
of the crib had all kinds of stuffed animals and a
Fisher Price music box to help baby get to sleep.
Over the crib was a mobile with all the Sesame
Street characters. The change table was about
three feet high and had a white rubber changing
pad patterned with Bugs Bunny, Sylvester and
Yosemite Sam. There were six very large
drawers below. Nearby on a shelf for handy use
were large containers of baby powder, baby
lotion, baby wipes and baby oil.
In the first and second drawers I found
thick and thinner (nighttime and daytime, I
guessed) diapers in Jon's size. I picked one up to
feel and smell... it was so soft and smelled of
baby powder too. There were enough diapers to
keep Jon in them full time. In the next drawer
were several sets of pyjamas like I'd seen Jon
wear last night in all kinds of kiddie patterns.
The fourth drawer contained more pyjamas, only
these were one piece terry cloth sleepers in blue
and yellow. All of them had snaps on the inner
leg for easy changes and some even had feet. In
the fifth drawer, I found what excited me
particularly, Jon's plastic pants.
I couldn't believe it... there were at least
twenty pairs in the drawer. I ruffled through
them to have a better look. There were plastic
pants in white, blue, yellow and white with
nursery prints. About half had snaps up both
sides while the others were snapless. They were
all in Jon's size since they were all labelled for a
28"-36" waist and they were all labelled with
Gerber.
Some were rubber as they were
translucent and didn't really crinkle, while most
were of vinyl and plastic and were the kind that
rustled nicely to make diaper wearing obvious.
All the plastic and rubber pants were very babylike; when I laid them out on the change table the
leg openings were entirely on the front half since
baby legs are typically bent. I came in my pants
before I could even think about trying anything
on. I tried to return everything to its proper place
and quickly went to get cleaned up.
I had come down from the crescendo but
realised that I had to do something to get myself
in diapers without making it too obvious that a
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diaper and plastic pants was just what I wanted. I
was almost to the point where it didn't matter
whether my desire was obvious or not!
I just was lying on my bed and reaching
for my book when I heard them come in. Aunt
Carol came up to the room and asked, "Are you
feeling all right Dave?"
I told her no that I thought I was coming
down with a fever. She felt my head and went to
get a thermometer. I had wiped my head with a
hot facecloth and had a glass of hot water to fully
convince her. She fell for it and told me to get
into some pyjamas and under the covers to rest. I
pretended to rest and about an hour later with
much effort I managed to wet the bed. About an
hour later she came to check on me and could
smell the odour. She pulled the covers back, and
yelled "You little urchin. You've wet the bed and
it had to be the new mattress! Get up, clean
yourself up and get some clean pyjamas." When
I got back to the bedroom I was disappointed.
She'd changed the bedding and said, "Well get
back into bed. I've put a plastic sheet on the bed
to protect it. I'm sure it was just your fever dear,
since you told me you don't wet the bed. But if
this continues, you know how I handle
bedwetters!"
I apologised and thought 'handle me'. The
plastic sheet was some consolation though. I
loved the way it rustled just like plastic pants
every time I moved. I knew that I'd be ready for
another wetting soon since I'd filled up on water
when I was in the bathroom. I wet again in the
late afternoon and once I was cleaned up again
and tucked away, Aunt Carol sat by me and said,
"I really can't understand a fever having such an
effect. Anyhow, you know this can't continue
forever, don't you Davey?"
I drowsily replied yes and she left the
room. Jeff came in later to check on me and
asked, "What's going on Dave? I didn't think you
were a little baby too! You know it won't take
Mum long to bring out the diapers. Do you need
to pee now?"
I replied no and that I couldn't help it with
the fever and all. I went back to sleep and around
seven I awoke with a very full bladder, and
thought 'this should do it'. With a little effort I let
loose. The flow was strong and very warm and I
knew this was a heavy wetting.
At around Jon's regular diapering time,
Aunt Carol came in. This was the moment of
truth. "Well it smells like we've wet for the third
time today," she exclaimed. "I suppose it is time
to get Davey ready for beddie-bye." She led me
into the bathroom and said, "Now I'll take care of
you wittle guy. Pull up your arms." She patted
me on the bum and pulled my pyjama tops and
bottoms off. Then she washed my soon to be
diaper area with delicate care. She took my hand
and led me naked into Jon's nursery and said,
"This will be the nursery for both Jonny and
Davey now. Jon is already in his crib, but we've
brought out another crib just like his for you to
sleep in. You won't be needing the bed in Jeff's
room anymore. Now sit up on your changing
table and lie down like a good little baby."
She proceeded to oil and powder me with
an expert touch. I was starting to get a telltale
erection. "Well, it seems that baby Davey likes
the thought of being diapered again. That's good
because I like the thought of diapering baby
Davey, and I think I'll be diapering him for quite
a while. Now just to make sure baby doesn't cry
let's keep him happy." She opened the sixth
drawer and brought out a perfectly sized pacifier
that she placed in my mouth. I started sucking
immediately. "I see Davey likes his pacifier...
he's going to be a good baby!"
She had me arch my back to place the
thick diaper under me and had it around and
through my legs in no time. She double pinned
me up with yellow duckie pins. Then she opened
the fifth drawer and said, "Now which plastic
pants does Davey want tonight?" I really gave
myself away when I nodded to the white plastic
pants with blue and pink ducks and snaps on the
side. "Well it appears Davey had time to choose
his plastic pants earlier in the day. We best get
them on him before he wets again!"
The duckie plastic pants crinkled as she
positioned them under me and pulled them up
through my legs. The side grommets snapped
sharply as each was fastened. The plastic pants
fit perfectly at both the waist and legs and I knew
that I would be secure in wetting as much as I
wanted to.
"Now let's get you into a tee shirt so you
can play before bed time." She grabbed a white
shirt with diapered bears on it and snaps at the
shoulders. It was quite short on me and did not
cover the diaper at all. "Now we'll go downstairs
and let Jonny rest a while before we put you to
bed." As I got up, I realised that I too would
have to waddle like a baby since there was so
much diaper in my crotch area. Each step I took,
the duckie plastic pants were saying, "Here
comes baby Davey." Once I made it down to the
lounge door, I realised that Jeff had some friends
over. I just about died... it was pleasurable to
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diapered, but for kids of my own chronological
age to see me in diapers, it was too much. In my
embarrassment I stood there and promptly wet
my diaper. I don't know where it came from, but
the flow was strong and I was quickly soaked.
My pacifier fell out of my mouth but luckily
Auntie Carol had pinned it to my shirt with a
string. I started to cry uncontrollably.
Jeff came up to me and said, "Now Davey,
there, there. No need to cry." He gave me a little
hug, patted my well diapered bottom, put the
pacifier back in my mouth and told me to go
upstairs and get Mummy to change my diaper
and get me to bed.
I sniffled as I rustled up the stairs to the
nursery where Auntie Carol was waiting for me.
"No need to cry little one... we'll get something
to soothe your little self." She placed her hand
down my diaper to check. "Wet already. I
figured you'd be a heavy wetter. Well let's get
you changed for bed."
As Jon looked on from his crib, she helped
me up onto the changing table, unsnapped my
plastic pants and undid my wet diaper. I was still
sniffling as she cleaned me up and re-powdered
me. The smell of the baby powder finally calmed
me down. She then rediapered me with an even
thicker diaper and pulled out a pair of blue plastic
pants. "I think we best use baby pants with no
snaps for nighttime since you're such a heavy
wetter Davey."
After placing my feet through the legholes,
the plastic pants rustled the whole way up my
legs. She stretched the waist out in order to get
them over my ample diaper and made sure the
waist and legs would have no possibility of
leakage. Then she pulled out a pair of yellow
terrycloth sleepers with a teddy bear on the chest
and had me sit up to take the tee shirt off and put
the top part of the sleepers on and then pulled the
legs underneath me and snapped the innerleg
grommets up.
"There now your all set for the night little
guy. But I'll be in to check on the both of you
through the night to make sure you aren't too wet.
Luckily your sleepers have a slit in the back so I
can check your diaper easily without waking you
up. Now let's get up and we'll get you all tucked
in to your crib. The diaper was massive but the
plastic pants were still large enough to crinkle as
I waddled across the room. She lowered the side
and had me get in under the blanket. The sheets
were baby blue with building blocks and the
blanket was pink. She caressed my forehead and
hair and gave me a gentle kiss. Then she pulled
up the front rail and said, "Now I expect you to
be in the crib in the morning when I came in. If
you feel you have to use the washroom, use your
diaper, that's what it's for."
She left the room for a minute and Jon and
I just looked at each other with a knowing smile.
She came back in with two baby bottles for each
of us. "One is warm milk to help to put you to
sleep tonight, the other is apple juice for the
morning until I come in to get you out of your
cribs." She placed our bottle in each of our
mouths and held it until we started sucking. The
nipples were large enough that we could easily
suck.
"Now the two of you get to sleep. If you're
both good you might get out of your diapers in
the morning. Sweet dreams."
As she turned out the lights the night-light
shone so that we wouldn't be afraid and the music
box tinkled a reassuring lullaby. I patted my
diaper to hear the rustle of my plastic pants. I
had never felt so safe, secure and comfortable.
Be good she had said. I intended to be bad!
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