What I really Learned in the scouts Baby Scout Where in the rule book does it say that the scout master can go to a party in town, leaving the entire troup of 12-15 year olds on thier own at a Boy scount camp? Well thats just what happened when I was 11, and the youngest in the troup. It was our third day in cabin 4 of "Camp Clark" so all of our stuff was already put away and we were settled in. We assured the Scout master we would behave, and I intended to keep that promise, in fact, i was quite tired from a long day of activites and wanted to go to bed. And soon after the scout master left, i did just that. I striped down to just my shorts and climbed into my bunk and went right to sleep. I woke up in a panic, as fast as I could I shook my head clear so I could see. The entire troup had sourrounded me and was holding my arms and legs and covering my mouth. Two of the boys went over to the corner of the cabin and dragged over a chest labled "initation" and dropped it by my bunk. It was turned so I couldn't see the contents as they raised the top and started pulling things out. Joey the oldest of the group put a ball gag in my mouth and straped it tight around my head as i cried and tried to jerk away from them. Wrist and ankle cuffs were attached to the side of the bunk and then to me so I was securly held down, and couldn't move no matter what i did. My arms and legs were spread and I was compleatly helpless. Tom the scout masters assistant kneeled on my chest and talked to me with his nose an inch away from mine. "Sorry Mike, I warned you that you were too young to be a scout, but you are the new guy, so we have to initiate you." I shook my head no and cried and tried to scream although my gag prevented anything but a mufled graon fromcoming out of my mouth. Tom moved dwon so he was now kneeling on my legs near my ankles, he puleld out his swiss army knife and extended the scisors. With the skill of an ER surgeon he cut my shorts and then my underpants and yanked them from under me, so I was now naked. The ten or so scouts were all grabbing at my small penis and yanking it, as they joked about my lack of size.I had no ide what they were going to do to me, and I just kept on crying and begging through my gag for them to stop. Tom took over again and very dramiticly pulled a rubber glove over his right hand, letting it snap when he stoped pulling on it. Popping off the top of a jar of vasaline, he scooped up a glob with his finger and with no warning thrust that finger into my anus. He twisted and poked spreading the greassy creame around. I hear a as he yanked his finger out and wiped his finger on a towel. Then he pulled out a little clear cone shaped "thing" and rudely shoved that in my bum. "We have to move quickly now" he said with a smaile as he pulled the glove off his hand. I cried harder as he was handed a large thick disposable diaper which he unfolded in front of my face, letting me smell the babyish scent of the diaper. "Lift you bum" he demanded as he held the diaper between my legs. I didn't do it, not wanting to have the diaper put on me. "Joey, would you assist" Joey smiled broadly as he rubbed his hands together trying to think of a way to help, finnaly he came up with one. He grabbed my penis and pulled upwards hard. I screamed loud enough to let it get past my gag as I lifted my bum up to make him stop. Tom got the diaper under me and nodded for Joey to let go. I sighed in relief as the pain and pressure were finnaly gone. Tom pulled the front of the diaper up through my legs and taped it shut tight around my waist. "there, that wasn't so bad was it?" Tom asked smiling at me again. I shook my head yes and continued to cry wondering what they would do to me next. I didn't have to wait long to find out. Mark one of the younger (but still older than me) boys handed Joey a polaroid camera, which he turned over to Tom. Tom snapped about 5 or 6 good pictures and passed them out to the other scouts, who shook them quickly trying to speed the development of them. Tom handed the camera back to Joey and kneeled on my chest again. He leaned down and kissed me. "I love you brother" he whispered before speaking louder. "Now Mikey, We are going to remove the gag and cuffs, but you have to stay in bed, and not say anything, if you break these rules those pictures will be spread all over your school." This was my brother and I knew he was seroius, so I shook my head in understanding. The gag was removed first, which allowed me to stretch my jaw to relive the stiffness the gag has caused, and then the cuffs were removed and put back in the chest. Tom covered me with a blanket and reminded me not to get up or speak, warning me of severe penalties if I disobeyed. I closed my eyes still sobbing lightly and rolled over to burry my face in the pillow. Chapter two I learn to obey The scout master returned a short time later, and I heard the guys tell him that I wasn't feeling good and went to bed. The scout master said goodnight to them and sent everyone to their bunks before he retired to his private cabin a couple hundred feet away from ours. Soon I started getting a really bad urge to poop, and knew that whatever that thing they put in me had to be the cause of it! The urge got stronger and stronger and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold it much longer. Finnaly I had enough and I jumped out of bed and darted out of the cabin to the latrine down the way. I ripped my diaper off and sat on the toliet just in time to relive myself. I wiped up and washed my hands, and walked out of the latrine...and right into the hands of the other scouts, they dragged me to the picninc area and held me over one of the picnic tables, they must have expected this becuase the cuffs were already attached to the table and I was quickly tied down, naked and cold bent over the endge of the table. Suddenly a light came on above the table and I heard the scout master call out "What's going on here?" I was relived that this was finnaly over, until i heard Tom report "He broke the initiation rules sir" I heard the sound of a belt being unbuckled as he replied "He did? well I guess we have to take care of that don't we?" the group of scouts replied "YES SIR" loudly like a private reporting to a seargent. I couldn't belive it, the scout master was in on it! I couldn't turn my head enough to see what was going on, but I found out soon enough the first swat of the belt landed sqare across my bare backside and I Yelled out in pain. Tom quickly came into view, just long enough for him to put the gag back in my mouth and tie it tight. I had only been spanked by hand before, and I didn't know pain like this exhisted, but I couldn't cry out becouse of that damned gag. "Okay, thats it" Tom whispered into my ear after the tenth and final swat found it's target. "I warned you not to disobey" he said in a tone that told me he was truely sorry it had come to this. I looked into his eyes and knew that he had been through the same thing on his first camp out four years ago. Now i knew why he tried to talk me out of joing his troup. But there was just no stopping me from doing whatever my older brother did. I decided right then not to fight anymore and to just get this first camping trip over with and get my initiation done, so I could be one of the guys on the next trip. Tom removed the gag as the other guys and the scout master removed the cuffs from my wrists and ankles. Tom had to help me back to the cabin as I was in such pain walking was difficult. When we got back to the cabin the scout master sat on my bed and instructed me to bend over his lap. I did as told although i was shaking in fear. he gave me three sharp smacks of his hand on my bare and sore bottom, just enough to make me cry again "Thats better, now you sound like a baby" he said as he started spreading a cool soothing cream on my backside. It quickly cooled my backside off and relieved the sting, but not the burn that continued to throb. Tom unfolded another diaper behind un on the bunk, and I obiediently layed on top of it allowing the scout master this time, to diaper me. i wanted to cry as he added a pair of frilly pink plastic pants, but I held it in determinded to take whatever they did to me. "Did you bring it Tom?" The scoutmaster asked turning to him. Tom quickly produced the pink fluffy footed sleeper my aunt had made for me last christmas that I had never worn. I stood up and stepped into the sleeper myself and zipped it up The scout master patted my now heavly padded bottom "Good boy" and pulled me so I was now sitting on his lap. He laid my head back in his arms like I was a baby and Mark handed him a baby bottle which he stuck in my mouth. The "stuff" that was in it was gross, it tasted bitter like medicine, but I was told to drink it all, so I did. i felt like I had a stomache ache by the time I had drunk it all, and the troup all tucked me in bed again telling me not to get up until morning. As if I was going to do that again! I laid in bed trying to sleep but couldn't. My tummy ache was quickly turning into the need to poop again, I knew I couldn't hold it till morning, and I knew I couldn't get up, so rather than torture myself trying to hold it in, I relaxed and let it out, filling the back of my diaper. AT the same time I found myself also peeing my diaper, and was somehow releved that it was over. I knew they were going to make me use the diapers, and now it was out of the way. It took me forever to fall asleep, laying there in a wet and messy diaper for the first time in years, but finnaly I did. Chapter three I like it? I woke up early, now very uncomfortable in my cold diaper, and needing to pee again. I decided to go ahead and pee just to warm up the diaper some. I layed there awake and waited for someone, anyone to give me permisiion to get up. It was Tom who woke up next and came over to me."get up, lets get you cleaned up before everyone else wakes up" I agreed and got up and waddled off to the showers on the other side of the camp. Lucky for me we were the only scout troup at camp on this week, so since the others were asleep, we were alone. Tom took my diaper off and wiped most of the poop off with the diaper, and then had me shower to get the rest of. He had to help me some, to make sure I was good and clean, but I had showered with him before so this was nothing new. When tom was done washing my backside I turned around and had to laugh to see that he was hard. He always got hard in the shower, so it was kind of a running joke. He replied with his usuall "ha ha ha, shut up" comment and then went and at under the shower spray against the wall to..uf.. relive the problem. I wasn't hard but decided to join him anyway. I ploped myself down next to him, only to remember too late about the pain in my bum, but stayed seated and started playing with myself also. I did get myself hard, but when Tom finished I didn't bother to keep going. i thought it was kind of silly anyway and only didit cause he did. and he did alot! Tom dried off and got dressed but made me stay naked as we walked back to the cabin. the others were awake when we got back "Okay, baby is all clean, the showers are free" Tom announced although no one really cared, Tom was the only one that showered every morning and most nights at camp. Tom had me lay on my bed, and thats when I started to cry again "I thought that was it?" i sobbed. " Tom sat down on the edge of my bed and rubbed my stomache to relax me. "Sorry, you have to be our baby for the rest of the trip. Still sobbing, I just said "oh" as I wiped the tears from my eyes. Tom got me diapered quick, including another pair of the frilly plastic pants and then had me put on overalls with snaps in the crotch. By the time I was dressed, breakfast was ready and Tom and me joined the others in the picnic area. Seeing the cuffs still on the end of the table made my bum burn again, but I got over it and sat down as if I didn't see them. Everyone had eggs and bacon except me, I was served a big bowl of oatmeal and told to eat it all "or else' I hated otalmeal and had to force it down. I helped do the dishes and then got to activites, we were bulding a pen to keep small animals in, or so I was told. but it was a different story when it was done. the scout master spread a blanket in the pen, and told me to get in my "playpen" I was mad until i saw it was the grunt work portion of the day, they had to dig a ditch and gather and chop fire wood, and I got to sit there and play with the childish, but fun toys they put in the playpen with me. By lunch they were all worn out from working, but I was just fine. They all moaned and complained as they ate their griled chease sandwichies and soub. I had to force down another bowl of oatmeal followe dby a bottle of juice. i was just glad it wasn't that gross tasting stuff that had to be what made me poop last night. After lunch I had to take a two hour nap, which was fine with me, becuase mom had always made me take a nap at home, becuase i for some reason needed more sleep than most boys my age. So I had no problem getting to sleep, and had to be woken up when my nap time was over. When I woke up, I peed my diaper and the scout master changed me this time. But this time they put me in a weird "swimsuit" diaper, which was basiclly a speedo like swimsuit with a liner in case I pooped in the water. I knew this was really just to annoy me more and not actually neccesary. But heck, I loved to swim, so I spent the rest of the afternnon playing in the camp pool. The scout master said I didn't have to have dinner since I had behaved so well all day. So I got to watch TV in the Scout Masters cabin while they ate. When diner was over and the dishes were done, the scouts went to their cabin, and the scout master came to his, where i was still watching TV. "Hi" i said in a commicly childish tone. He sat down next to me "You really like some of this don't you?" he asked me as he put his arm around me. "Yeah its kinda cool dad" He hugged me, "I figured as much, why do you think I pushed you to join my troop" I just smiled and went back to watching tv as my dad showered and changed into his bedclothes for the night. "Okay your turn" he said as he picked me up and carried me to the bathroom. He already had the tub full of water and he quickly striped me down to just my diaper "Aren't you gonna take that off" i asked him pointing to my diaper "No, I think you'll like the way a water logged diaper feels." I just nodded and smiled as I hoped in the tub and sat down. My Diaper quickly buldged around me, swelling from the amount of water it was trying to absorb. It was squishy to the touch, and even more so when i wiggled my but around in the tub. I just wiggled and giggled as my dad, I mean the scout master (as I am supposed to call him when at a scout activity) washed me with a soapy washcloth from head to toe. After a little while, he had me lay back in the tub and he removed my soaking wet diaper right in the tub! I heard it go SPLOOSH as it landed in the bottom of the trash can, and Scout master cleaned me up in that area too. he pulled the drain and the water started draining out as He lifted me out of the tub, standing me on the bathmat. he quickly dried me off as I was shivering from the cold air on my damp skin, then led me back to his bed, where I laid down. I wasn't a bit surprised when he pulled out another diaper to put on me. He put baby powder all over my crotch and then diapered me, and helped me put another sleeper on for the night. He kissed me on the lips and sent me back to the scouts cabin as it wouldn't look right for me to spend the night with the scout master, even if he was my dad. I went right to bed when i got back to the cabin. Chapter four Going home? The rest of the trip went the same way, I was kept in diapers day and night, and used them too! I played in my play pen while the others worked, ate my oatmeal with less compalining each day, and slept in my pink fuzzy footed sleeper at night. But it was sunday now and time to go home, I was in my playpen as the other scouts packed everything up and loaded it into the back of the van we had rented for the trip. Tom came over when he saw that I was crying as I sat in the center of the playpen. He opened the gate and motioned for me to follow him. We sat at one of the picnic tables in the kitchen area and talked for a while. I told him what was wrong, and he said not to worry about it. I didn't know why he blew it off so easy, but he was my big brother so if he says it's okay, then it must be. We all got in the van and got buckled in, all of us now wearing our street clothes and not our uniforms, I however was dressed in only a long t-shirt that came down to my knees barely covering the fact that i was still in diapers. Even though I was worried about that, dad said that with my small bladder it would be easier than having to stop every hour for me to go to thebathroom. I had to agree, and besides it was an excuse to wear a diaper a little longer. We drove for three hours, half the trip home before we stopped. Dad changed my diaper on a rest stop picnic table, in plain view of several familes, not that I really cared since I knew I wouldn't see them again. When I was changed he led me by the hand to the soda machine to get a drink, and then to the pay phone so he could tell mom we were on the way home. "Yes dear, about three hours....Mike..." Dad looked down at me and smiled "...He had a great time..Yes...yes....will you be ready?....Good, see you in a bit, I love you too" I was half asleep by the time we got back to our town and dropped off the other scouts and returned the van. Now it was just me,dad and Tommy in our mini-van, which was much more comfortable and made me even more sleepy. Dad buckled me in the front seat and drove across town to our house. Mom was standing in the driveway when we pulled up. "OH NO, DAD I'm still wearing a diaper!" I saaid in a panic. Dad just smiled and patted my head. "It's okay, trust me" I was shaking when Mom opened my door and unbuckled me. She picked me up and carried me in the house, her hands pressed against the back of my diaper under my bum. But she didn't say anything? SHe had to feel it, my T-shirt had rideen up in the car and I knew her hands were right on my diaper. Mom carried me into the kitchen and had me sit down at the table. Dad and Tom were right behind me and took their seats. Mom had ordered a pizza for dinner and had it waiting for us. We were all tired so she served us our pizza and then got the drinks. A beer for dad, Milk for her and Tommy, and me, a nice bottle of milk. I took another bite of pizza before it hit me and I froze, a bottle of milk? I looked at it again to be sure I wasn't dreaming, she had served me a baby bottle of milk. I wanted to pick it up and suck on it, but was affraid too. What would she say if I actually did. I finished my pizza and asked to be excused. "No you may not young man, You will drink all your milk first, it's good for you!" With shaking hands I picked up the bottle and slowly brought the soft rubber nipple to my lips and drew it into my mouth. I didn't break my stare at my mom as I started sucking steadily on the bottle and swallowing the cold sweet milk that was coming from the bottle. When she saw the amopunt of milk was depleating she smiled "Good boy, toddlers need their milk" I swallowed hard and sat the half empty bottle down. "Toddler?" I asked still starring at her. "Yes, you do like to wear diapers dont you?" I nervously shook my head yes. "And you can walk and talk, right" of course, I shook my head yes again. "Well, then you are too big and smart to be a baby, so you must be a toddler" I thought about it for a second, realized she was right and went back to sucking on my bottle. Nothing else was said until i finished and asked to be excused agai. "Yes you may" mom said as her and dad cleared the table and started the dishwasher. I went in the living room where Tom was already watching America's Funniest Home Videos. "Tom, whats going on?" Tom pulled my arm, causing me to sit down next to him. "Mom found the pictures under your bed..." I was shocked again, how did she find them, I decided to play dumb. "What pictures?" I asked with a poor attempt at ignorence. "The ones of me from my first trip to camp, the ones of me in diapers. You must have liked looking at them" I looked down at the floor ashamed "yes" I said softly "it's okay Mike, really. Mom and Dad and me figured you must have wanted to wear diapers, so we let you join the scout troop in time for the camping trip to find out for sure. And since you DO like them, you will get, well actually you will HAVE to wear them for now on." I sat there silently absorbing the impact of what my brother was saying. To be honest I wasn't scared or upset, I kinda liked the idea. I didn't say anything else the rest of the night. I watched TV until mom announced it was my bedtime at 10, which I knew, but always conviently didn't notcie the time. Mom followed me up to my bedroom and I laid in bed. "Do you need to be changed?" She asked me, I told her no. "Do you need to pee?" I shook my head yes, too embarrased to say it. "Well, I want you to pee now, so I can change you now, or else you'll end up sleeping all night in a wet diaper." I tried to pee, but couldn't "I cant" My mom smiled at me. "I'll leave you alone for a minute" How was that going to help I thought. But soon after she left the room, i was able to relax and wet my diaper. I guess i was just nervous about doing it in front of her. She came back a few minutes later with a tub of baby wipes. SHe striped me of my wet diaper and wiped me good, saying nothing about the slight erection her rubbing had caused. She powdered me and diapered me. "I have a surprise for you" She said as she got up and went in my closet. She held out a footed sleepr " This better?" it was much better, it was blue and didn't look as fuzzy. I jumped out of bed and she helped me put in on. "Now you will only have to wear that awfull pink one if you are being punished" She said as she zipped me up and got me back in bed. She tucked me in and sat on the edge of the bed. "Once upon a time.." she started as she opened up a bedtime story. I laid back and listened as she read me to sleep for the first time in years. I knew I was going to like being a toddler, and would be one for the rest of my life. THE END