How BabiJohnny got put back in diapers


    I was ten years old when I was re-introduced to wearing
diapers.  I had been playing in a park one Saturday about two
blocks from where I lived when I got cramps and an urge to go
to the bathroom.  I started home and about halfway, I could
feel it starting to come out.  I sat down and waited for the
urge to pass, and then went home.  When I got there, my
stepmom was in the bathroom, so I waited till she got out,
and then made a dash for it.  She asked me why I was in such
a hurry and I said I had to go.  She said it smelled like I
already did go and told me to stand still.  She pulled my
shorts down and saw the mess in my underwear.  She told me to
get into the shower and wash myself and my underwear out.
She told me to hand out the underwear and when I was clean to
go to my room.
     After showering, I went to my room and started to get
dressed.  My stepmom came by the door and told me not to put
my clothes on, and she would be right back.  I started
worrying about the bare assed spanking I figured on getting.
When my stepmom came in, she said that boys my age should not
be messing their pants, and asked why it happened.  I said
that I had just been playing and did not take the time to
come home to the bathroom.  She said that it wasn't the first
time that I had mess in my underwear, although this was the
worst time.  I said that sometimes I just didn't realize I
needed to go and by the time I did it was too late.  She told
me to lay there because she had something to solve the
problem and she would be right back.  I thought she meant the
leather belt she spanked me with and then I started worrying
harder.
     It was about ten minutes later when she came back into
the room with some of my two year old brothers cloth diapers
in her hands.  When she sat down on the bed and started
folding them to fit me, I realized what was going to happen.
I asked her not to put diapers on me, but she told me that if
I didn't realize that I needed to go to the bathroom, then I
should still wear diapers.  I started crying when she told me
to lift up and she slid them under me.  It was humiliating as
she pinned them on and told me to get up and look at myself
in the mirror.  I cried that I was too old for diapers, and
she said that anyone who still messes their pants should be
in diapers till they learn not to.  She put a t-shirt on me,
and told me to go to the den.  When she came into the den, I
asked her how long I would have to wear these diapers, and
she said she didn't know. I asked what if I had to go to the
bathroom, and she laughed and said that was what the diapers
were for since I used my pants anyway.  Then she told me not
to get on the furniture because I didn't have plastic pants
to protect it.  She left the room and came back a few minutes
later with a playpen that she had stored since my brother,
Larry, did not use it anymore.  She told me to get in it
since the mat was plastic, I wouldn't hurt it if I had to go.
     She gave me a pillow, and I laid down and cried myself
to sleep.  When I woke up a couple of hours later, Larry was
watching me, and I wondered what he was thinking, since my
stepmom was still trying to potty train him.  I had to go pee
real bad, and I hollered to my stepmom and asked if I could
go use the toilet.  She said no, and I sat down trying to
hold it back.
     After about fifteen minutes, I finally let go and soaked
the diapers.  When my stepmom came in she said she was glad I
was in a playpen, because I was soaked.  She got a towel and
told me to raise up and slid it under me, them unpinned and
pulled my diapers off.  She asked me how it felt to be
treated as a baby in diapers, and I told her it wasn't any
fun.  She told me that if she found anymore mess in my
underwear, then I would go back to diapers.  I told her I
wouldn't ever do it again, and she let me go get dressed.
     I went one week without soiling my underwear.  I was
riding my bike to a store with friends when I got an urge.
As I rode, the urge passed, and I forgot about going.  When
I got home later, there was a big stain in my underwear, so I
took them off and went to my room to get a clean pair.
As I was changing, my stepmom walked in my room and asked
what I was doing.  She asked if I had messed my pants, and I
started crying and said a little bit.  She took the underwear
from me and told me to lay on the bed.  I started crying and
she came back in with diapers and proceeded to diaper me
again.  She said that I had not learned my lesson, and now I
would have to wear diapers.  I asked how long, and she said
longer than last time.  She put a t-shirt on me and told me
to go to the kitchen.  She came in a few minutes later with
Larry and told me to follow her.  We went to the garage and
she told me to get into the car.  I asked where we were going
and she told me to run an errand.  I asked if I could put
shorts on and she said no.  We drove for about twenty minutes
across town to an area I had never been and stopped at a
drugstore.  She told me to get out and go with her.  I begged
her not to take me in wearing a diaper but she told me that
she would spank me and then take me in if I didn't come on.
     We made quite a sight with Larry and I holding her hands
with both of us in t-shirts and diapers, the only difference
was that Larrys' were disposables.  People were looking at us
and laughing but it didn't bother my stepmom and certainly
not Larry.  She took us to the baby items, and when a clerk
came to help, she said she needed a large pair of plastic
pants.  He told us that they no longer stocked large plastic
pants since the adult disposable underpants had come out.  He
showed them to her and said they had them in my size if that
what she wanted.  She laughed and asked how he had guessed
that they were for me.  They were youth size disposable
underpants but when he opened one, it was just a diaper like
Larrys', only larger.  She said that was great, and told him
to get her a case of them.  My heart sank when I saw that
there were 96 diapers in a case, and she told him that would
be enough to start with, then laughed.  She took several out
when he loaded them in the trunk, and told me to lay in the
back seat.  She then changed my diaper to a disposable one,
and said that these would work even better.  I had cried
myself out and I just sat there wondering what else she would
do.  She went to a grocery store several blocks away and told
me she needed to pick up some groceries.  We got out, with me
protesting the whole time and went in.  Larry rode in the
basket and I had to walk next to them holding onto the cart.
I could hear people laughing and several asked my stepmom how
old her baby was.  I kept my head down and tried to ignore
the comments.  I did not pay any attention to what she bought
as I tried to keep my face hidden.  In the checkout line an
older woman behind us asked how old I was and why I was still
in diapers. My stepmom said that I had a problem with toilet
training, and that I was ten years old.  The lady said that I
was most certainly the oldest child she had ever seen in
diapers.  My stepmom said that I wasn't very big for a ten
year old and the diapers made me look even littler.
     On the way home, I accused my stepmom of hating me since
she had to watch me while my father travelled out of town.
It was the usual stepmom-stepson rivalry between us even
though they had been married four years, and I felt that she
still resented me.  She told me that if I hadn't acted like a
baby by soiling my pants so much, this would have never
happened.  When I said that she didn't have to embarrass me
by taking me into stores, she said that these were stores
that no one even knew us, and she was also embarrassed by
having such a big boy still in diapers.  She said that Larry
wasn't embarrassed dressed as he was, and since I needed
diapers, neither should I be embarrassed.