Second Childhood

by baby k



CHAPTER 1

Kelly had long envied her baby sister. Until Meggie had come along, she had been 
the only child; for 
fourteen years, family life had been centered on her needs and desires, and 
suddenly that was not longer 
the case. Even the idea of a new baby had been hard to get used to. At first, 
she had questioned her 
parents' sanity. Oh, she liked having Meggie around; she even helped to take 
care of her sister. But 
there were things that bothered her.

It wasn't really that she needed to be in the center of things; she just missed 
the attention and disliked the 
idea that she was somehow expected to be more "grown-up" since the birth of the 
baby. Kelly was a 
smart girl; she always made good grades in school. And she had her share of 
friends. But she was small 
for her age, and always had been. She played off of her size: the little girl 
who never grew up. Even at 
ten or twelve, she would cuddle up to her daddy or mommy for a bedtime story, 
holding her teddy bear 
or another of her extensive stuffed menagerie. 

Of course, none of her friends knew this about her; around them, she never 
betrayed this kind of 
behavior. But it had been her normal pattern at home for her whole life, and now 
it was being disrupted. 
Meggie had displaced her. The baby was the center of the world now; her feeding, 
changing, and 
general care were not only the focus of the family, but had become even Kelly's 
priorities. There was no 
longer any room for her own childlike aspects, and her parents could find little 
energy for her. 
Kelly began to look longingly at Meggie: the baby lying in her crib was cared 
for and protected; she had 
everyone at her beck and call. If she was hungry, someone fed her; if she was 
wet, someone changed 
her. There were worse things in life; that much was certain.

One evening in the summer, when Meggie was about two years old and Kelly was 
taking care of her 
sister, she conceived the idea. As ridiculous as it seemed, once it was in her 
mind, it wouldn't let go; she 
knew she had to give it a try. Knowing her parents were not going to be home for 
a while, she realized 
the time was now. After her sister was asleep, Kelly brought several of Meggie's 
diapers and the largest 
pair of plastic pants she could find out into the living room. She held the 
pants up to her tiny waist; they 
seemed as if they might fit. Excitedly, she slipped her skirt and panties off 
and lay down on the carpet on 
top of the soft, inviting diapers. She had some trouble pinning herself into 
them, but finally managed; then 
she pulled up the plastic pants, ecstatic to see that they did fit.

There were baby bottles in the kitchen; Kelly poured some juice into one and lay 
down on the sofa with 
her stuffed animals to watch TV. After a couple of bottles, she realized that 
she had to go to the 
bathroom, but she could not convince herself to go in the diapers. She took them 
down and, after using 
the toilet, pinned herself back into them. She fixed another large bottle of 
juice and lay down once more 
to watch her favorite show. It wasn't a good episode, and she found herself 
daydreaming. In her mind, 
she was a baby again, a helpless infant being cared for by her mommy. She closed 
her eyes to make the 
dream more real, and lay on the sofa imagining what it would feel like.
Kelly was startled by the sound of a key in the lock. She must have fallen 
asleep, and her parents were 
home. Slowly, she slid to her feet to go to bed. It was only at the very moment 
that the door opened 
that she remembered how she was dressed.

Her mother saw her first.

"Kelly! What on earth are you doing?"

Her father, confused and concerned by the tone of her mother's voice, entered 
quickly also. He looked 
at her quizzically, as if unable to process what he was seeing. Her mother was 
still talking, she realized, 
but for some reason Kelly was more conscious of her father's eyes than her 
mother's voice. She 
watched as he turned to her mother.

"Mary," he said in a soft but authoritative tone, "don't be this angry. I don't 
think you need to be."
"But, Tom, look at her! It's ridiculous! She's fourteen years old, and--"
"I know, Mary, but..." His voice trailed off for a moment. "Let me handle this, 
all right?"
Kelly's mother knew that her father could handle matters of discipline. Shaking 
her head, she slowly left 
her daughter to her husband's care. He looked at her for quite a while.
"Now," he said, "here is what I think: you wouldn't be dressed in those diapers 
if you were not 
somehow wondering about how Meggie feels being a baby. Right?"

He waited for an answer. She nodded.

"Do you think fourteen year old girls should be wearing diapers?" 

"No," she responded, "but--"

"No," he cut her off. "Of course they shouldn't. But here you are. And you are 
indisputably in diapers. 
So I am left to conclude then that you cannot possibly be fourteen years old."
Kelly started to protest, but immediately realized that it was pointless. Her 
father already knew what he 
was going to do, and whatever it was, she was in for it. She knew this tone of 
voice, and there would be 
no fighting it.

"I thought we had a young woman in this house," he continued, "but I was 
obviously wrong. It seems 
that we have two babies here. Well, little girl, if you want to be a baby, then 
you will be a baby. For the 
next two weeks, you are grounded to this house. And for that two weeks, you will 
be treated exactly as 
you seem to want to be treated. You will be in diapers around the clock; you 
will play with your sister, 
and you will nap with her as well. As far as I am concerned, you are her twin, 
not her older sister." 
Kelly stared at him, disbelieving. "You can't mean this," she stammered. It was 
not what she had 
expected, not that she had really known what to expect. But she knew that she 
was getting way more 
than she had bargained for. Playing with diapers on her own was one thing, 
but--did he say Meggie's 
twin?

"Come here, little girl," her father said, again referring to her as if she were 
indeed only a baby. She 
obeyed and moved over to him; he slipped his hand under the bands of her plastic 
panties. "You don't 
seem to need changing right now. Go to bed; we'll get you a fresh diaper in the 
morning."
Stunned, Kelly walked slowly into her room, her father's voice echoing in her 
mind. Her thick diapers 
made her waddle a bit when she walked; it had seemed silly but kind of exciting 
a few hours ago, but 
now it only seemed ridiculous. She lay down on her bed, dreading the morning, 
and fell asleep.
CHAPTER 2
When she awoke, it was late, and Kelly found that she had to go to the bathroom. 
When she got there, 
though, she found it locked. With a key. Where had that come from? she wondered, 
and why? 
Her mother stood silently near her, watching. "Your father put that new doorknob 
on this morning, 
Kelly," she said. "You are no longer to use the bathroom except for tubbies." 
This was going too far. "Mom, I have to go. I get the message, OK? I was being 
stupid. Now let me 
in."

Her mother looked for a second as if she might waver, but she didn't. "Your 
daddy told you last night 
what your punishment was going to be. You are wearing diapers. Use them. And 
don't you dare change 
yourself; little babies wait to be changed until their mommies are ready, and 
right now I'm feeding 
Meggie. Oh, I have some nice food for you too when you come down."

Kelly was left standing in the hall, desperately needing a toilet. Finally, 
knowing there was no way to 
stop it, she allowed herself to wet the diaper. At first it came out slowly, a 
damp, warm feeling in her 
crotch, and then it began gushing out, filling the diaper and stretching against 
the plastic panties. She 
stood in the hall, looking at herself in the full-length mirror. Standing there, 
wearing only a t-shirt and an 
obviously wet diaper on her small frame, Kelly might well have been a 
pre-schooler. 

"Kelly," her mother called, "come down her to eat." There was a lilt in her 
mother's voice as if she were 
speaking to a baby; it was the same tone she used with Meggie.

Squishing as she walked, Kelly toddled down the stairs and into the dining room. 
Meggie ran up to her 
and squeezed her legs, apparently oblivious to her apparel, at least for now. As 
she moved to the table, 
Kelly was surprised to see that her sister's mess had been cleaned up and her 
own breakfast situated in 
front of the high chair.

"Good," her mother said, in that same tone of voice, "you're down. Now be still 
while I get this bib on 
you." 

"Mom--" she started, but her mother hushed her.

"Now we don't want you making a mess, do we? Meggie was very good about her bib 
this morning; 
don't you be all fussy." 

Kelly looked into her mother's eyes, but she saw nothing to indicate that this 
was a game. She was 
being compared to Meggie, and the implication was somehow that Meggie was more 
mature. And she 
was standing there in a soaked diaper.

"Mom, I'm wet," she said.

"That's OK, honey; we'll change you after you have your breakfast." 

Kelly wanted anything in the world rather than to sit down in that diaper, but 
her mother was insistent. 
She leaned her head forward as a Sesame Street bib was tied around her neck. Her 
mother pulled out 
the high chair; was she to be spared nothing? She climbed into the seat, and her 
mother slid the tray 
onto the chair. Suddenly, though, she stopped, and pulled it back off. A 
reprieve?
"Silly Mommy," she said. "I almost forgot to buckle you in!"
Kelly's mother reached around her legs and pulled the safety straps around her 
waist snapping them 
together. "We don't want you falling out and hurting yourself, do we?"
The tray was replaced, and her mother sat down next to her. She took a spoonful 
of oatmeal from a 
bowl and said, "Now, open wide."
This was wrong, Kelly thought. "Now wait a minute, Mom! Even Meggie can feed 
herself."
"Yes," her mother agreed," but babies make such a mess of things, and I've just 
cleaned up after feeding 
her. I don't want another mess, so I'm going to feed you."
A spoonful of warm oatmeal plopped into her open mouth, and Kelly swallowed it. 
Her mother was 
ready with another one right away. Knowing she really had no choice, Kelly 
acquiesced and took the 
feeding. Maybe it would get her changed faster.
After breakfast, she pleaded with her mother to change her diaper. "Mom, come 
on! You'd change 
Meggie if she was this wet!" 
"Oh, all right," her mother said. "But don't expect to be changed as often as 
Meggie; you use a heck of a 
lot more diapers than she does."
Kelly headed up to her bedroom, but her mother stopped her. "There's no need to 
go upstairs, Kelly. 
I'll just change you right here on the floor."
"But you can't--"
"That's where I usually change Meggie," her mother said. 
Kelly lay on the floor in the living room, and her mother knelt in front of her. 
"Just a minute," she said. 
"Now lift your legs"; Kelly silently obeyed. Her mother slid a changing pad 
beneath her. It was one of 
the most embarrassing things she had ever submitted to, but she thought that 
anything had to be 
preferable to the rapidly cooling, sopping wet diaper she was trapped in. Her 
mother pulled the plastic 
panties down her legs and tossed them onto the floor, and then she quickly 
unpinned the diaper. 
"You really are wet," she said. "We'll have to be careful about diaper rash if 
you're going to wet like 
that." 
Her mother reached up to a shelf, retrieved some diaper rash cream, and smeared 
it onto Kelly's 
bottom. Then she grabbed the baby powder and sprinkled it generously over the 
cream. Rubbing it in, 
she cooed softly, "There, now, doesn't that feel so much better?"
Kelly lay still and defeated as her mother lifted her legs and slid several dry 
diapers beneath her. Deftly, 
she pulled them between Kelly's legs and pinned them on; then she pulled on a 
new pair of plastic 
panties.
As Kelly lay quietly waiting for her mother to finish the ritual, she became 
aware of another presence in 
the room. Watching from a corner in awed fascination was her baby sister Meggie.
"Kelly have her diaper changed?" Meggie asked in an inquisitive baby tone that 
made her older sister 
want to crawl beneath the carpet and hide.
"Yes, Honey," her mother responded. "Kelly needs diapers now just like Meggie." 
Then she turned her 
attention back to her eldest daughter. "OK, Baby; you can get up now." 
Kelly climbed slowly to her feet.
As she rose, her mother softly patted her thickly diapered rear. "Now don't 
expect me to change you 
again at least until after lunch, because I'm not going to be changing babies 
all day long. Run along now 
and play with Meggie."
Meggie ran down to the playroom, calling for Kelly to join her. Kelly turned 
back to her mother. "Can't 
I at least wear something over them? What if someone comes by?"
"That's your problem, Sweetheart. You should have thought of that before you 
decided to play baby. 
Go on; Meggie's waiting." 
Forced to play with her sister on a two-year-old level, Kelly spent the entire 
morning making puzzles 
and building blocks. Meggie was enjoying the company immensely, but for Kelly 
time passed very 
slowly. Lunch time seemed as if it would never come, and she wasn't even sure 
that this was a bad 
thing; breakfast had been extremely humiliating.
Sitting with Meggie on the floor of the playroom making something with Legos, 
Kelly suddenly became 
aware of a need she had not thought about before. It seemed to come on quickly, 
and it quickly became 
urgent. She got up and ran upstairs to the kitchen where her mother was 
preparing a meal.
"Mom, I have to go to the bathroom. Bad."
Her mother didn't even turn around. "We've been through this, Kelly. Now go play 
with Meggie."
Kelly was insistent. "No, you don't understand. I don't just have to pee..."
Her mother missed a beat peeling apples, but recovered quickly. "I don't care 
what you need to do," 
she said. "Do it while you are playing with your sister."
As Kelly walked back into the playroom, she saw Meggie crouching in a corner, 
her face puffed and 
red. She had seen that before; Meggie was filling her diapers. Kelly struggled 
against her own bowels, 
straining not to let go. But the pressure was simply too much. She squatted 
down, her face every bit as 
red as Meggie's, and let it all go. Meggie had finished by this time, and was 
playing with some puzzles. 
She looked up.
"Meggie poopy," she said. "Kelly poopy too?" 
Standing in messy diapers which, she suddenly realized, she had also wet during 
the straining, Kelly 
certainly did not feel like someone older than the baby in front of her. She was 
dressed exactly as 
Meggie was, and her mess was exactly the same as her sister's. She realized that 
she was indeed 
becoming Meggie's twin.
"Lunch time," her mother called.
Meggie gleefully raced up the stairs, and Kelly slowly followed, walking in a 
bent gait, trying not to 
spread the mess between her legs. As soon as they were upstairs, her mother 
smelled the problem. She 
grabbed Meggie and sniffed. "Oh, you little stinker," she said. "You went and 
pooped all over. I'll bet 
you're a disgusting mess."
She picked up the two year old and carried her up to the nursery; this kind of 
diaper she did not change 
in the living room. Shortly, she returned with Meggie trailing after her, and 
placed Meggie in the high 
chair, putting a bib around her neck. She turned to Kelly. "You may sit in a big 
girl chair for this meal; I 
don't have two high chairs. But don't you spill anything, little girl."
Kelly didn't move. "Um, Mom," she stammered.
"What?"
"Um, it's just that, uh..." She couldn't make any recognizable words come out.
"What is it?" her mother asked impatiently. "And why does it still smell down 
here?"
Kelly felt her face turn red. Her mother finally recognized the problem.
"What, you too?" Kelly nodded. "Well, I just changed one poopy diaper; I'm not 
changing another one 
until after we eat. Sit down."
Kelly couldn't believe it. She stood there in her messy, smelly diaper, and her 
mother was not going to 
change her. Further, she was going to have to sit down--and even eat--in that 
disgusting filth. Her 
mother pointed to the chair. Kelly felt herself moving toward it, and then, 
grudgingly, she sat as lightly as 
she could on its cane surface. The contents of the diaper oozed around her 
buttocks; she felt tears 
welling up in her eyes.
Her mother held out a spoonful of apple sauce after giving one to Meggie. "Do 
you want some? I just 
made it fresh." Kelly swallowed the offering, noticed she had no silverware, and 
then picked up one of 
the small sections of meat on the plate in front of her and placed it in her 
mouth.
After lunch, her mother took her upstairs to the nursery and changed her messy 
diaper. As she lay on 
the changing pad, her rear being wiped clean by her mother, and a new diaper 
being pinned onto her 
freshly powdered behind, Kelly finally let go. She had held back for almost a 
day, but this was just too 
much. Tears came streaming down her face, and she sobbed openly. 
Her mother dabbed her eyes with a tissue. "There, there, Honey," she said. "It's 
all right. You're just 
tired. It's time to take a nice nap. Meggie will join you later. Now climb in."
Her mother indicated the crib. This was just too much. "No, Mom, please!" she 
cried, but her mother 
was firm, and Kelly found herself climbing into her sister's crib. The bars were 
fastened up, and her 
mother gave her a bottle full of water to suck on. "Have a nice nap," she said 
as she turned out the light 
and left the room.
Kelly lay in the dim light, curled up in the crib, watching the stuffed animals 
that were in there with her. 
She grabbed one instinctively, and cuddled up to it. Sticking the nipple of the 
bottle into her mouth, she 
began to suck. Closing her eyes, she found herself drifting off into sleep.
As Kelly lay quietly sleeping in the crib, the door to the room gently opened. 
Her mother and father 
both entered; Meggie was asleep in her father's arms. He lay the child down in 
the crib next to Kelly.
Her mother examined the sleeping older girl. "Do you really think this is going 
to stop her silliness?" she 
said to her husband.
He turned. "Of course it will. She'll never dress herself in diapers again."
Her mother nodded in agreement as they closed the door behind them. It was going 
to be a long 
summer.
CHAPTER 3
For three days, Kelly realized as her mother changed her on the living room 
floor, she had been in 
diapers round the clock. Three days. She had been spoon-fed, changed, forced to 
sleep in Meggie's 
crib, seated in a high chair, and even made to suck on a pacifier when she had 
sulked. All vestiges of 
her fourteen-year-old life had been wiped out in that moment when her parents 
had walked in and found 
her wearing Meggie's diapers. 
What a monumentally stupid thing to do, she thought, as her mother pulled the 
fresh plastic panties up 
and slid her finger around the waistband. Kelly scrambled to her feet, receiving 
a pat on the rear from 
her mother, and carried her wet diapers to the diaper pail that had been placed 
in her room, the one that 
said "Kelly" on it. As she lifted the lid and dropped them in, she heard her 
mother call from downstairs 
in that soft, sing-songy voice that she had been using every time she spoke to 
Kelly.
"Sweetheart," she called, "come down here please. Mommy needs to talk to you."
Kelly held her breath. Maybe this nonsense was finally going to end. Her father 
had said two weeks, but 
maybe they figured that she had learned her lesson. She certainly felt that she 
had. The first messy 
diaper had definitely cleansed her of any need to experiment with them ever 
again. And the second, and 
third, and fourth messes had made her more and more convinced of her remorse. 
She lowered the 
diaper pail lid and quickly bounced down the stairs. 
Meggie was playing with some blocks in a corner of the room, and her mother was 
on the couch with a 
newspaper. She looked up when Kelly entered the room.
"Oh, Baby," she began, and Kelly cringed a bit, as she had been doing for three 
days whenever one of 
her parents addressed her with a juvenile nickname. "Sit down for a minute, OK?" 

Kelly took a seat next to her mother and waited, hopefully.
Her mother put the paper down on her lap and said, "Daddy and Mommy had been 
planning to go to a 
movie tonight with the Youngs."
This was not news. "I know, Mom," she said. "You asked me last week to watch 
Meggie."
Her mother paused and looked pensive. "Yes," she said, "of course, that was 
before things...changed."
Kelly was confused. "So you're not going out?"
"Oh, no, we're still going out. Daddy and I don't think we should be punished 
for your foolishness. But 
at the same time we can't leave a baby in charge of a baby."
Kelly blushed. "What do you mean?" she asked.
"I've asked Steve and Mary Young if their daughter could come over and babysit 
for both of you," her 
mother said matter-of-factly. "She'll be here any minute, and--"
"What?!" Kelly interrupted. "You're having Jill BABYSIT me? But you can't--"
"Yes, I can, little girl," her mother said sternly. "And don't you talk to me 
that way."
Kelly tried to argue. "Please, Mom--you can't let her come over. She'll see me 
in diapers!"
"Yes, I assume that she will. Otherwise how can she change you when you are wet? 
We can't have you 
lying about all night in wet diapers, can we? And what if you should poop?"
Kelly's already red face began recording shades it had never experimented with. 
The idea of Jill Young 
knowing she wore diapers was bad enough; the concept of Jill changing her out of 
a messy one was 
enough to bring the tears to her eyes.
"Please," she sobbed, "don't do this. I can watch myself; you know I can. She's 
only two years older 
than I am!" 
"She's sixteen, Baby," her mother said without the slightest hint of sarcasm. 
"She's much older than you 
and Meggie. And two-year-olds cannot take care of themselves."
Kelly was crying hard now. "But everyone will know!" 
Her mother was quiet for a moment, and Kelly found a scrap of hope. But then her 
mother said simply 
and pointedly, "Jill is a mature young woman. I'm sure she can be discreet. And 
Daddy and I are not 
staying in because you don't want someone to know of your little situation."
Kelly threw herself on her mother, tears flowing now. "Mom, please!"
"Enough!" said her mother, but Kelly persisted. Her mother reached over to the 
table and grabbed a 
pink pacifier. Kelly's eyes widened with panic, but her mother stuck the dreaded 
thing into her mouth. 
"Keep that in until you calm down, little girl," she said. "At least five 
minutes." 
Kelly sat still, contemplating the horror of her predicament. Of course her 
mother didn't know about 
Greg. But Jill wasn't really going out with him any more, anyway, and it wasn't 
like he and Kelly had 
ever done anything; they had just gone out for a soda. Still, her relationship 
with Jill, even for a freshman 
with a junior, was a bit strained. She sat there, trying to control her sobbing, 
as the doorbell rang. 
"Answer that, Sweetie," her mother ordered. "It must be the Youngs."
Kelly's face by now was inventing completely new shades to turn, and the blush 
was accented by the 
tears running down her cheeks, but the stern look on her mother's face was one 
she had seen several 
times in the last few days, and she knew there was no argument. Slowly, as if 
heading for her own 
doom, she got off of the couch and went toward the door. Turning back toward her 
mother, she pulled 
the pacifier out and said, "May I at least take this out?"
"Five minutes," her mother replied.
Kelly replaced the pacifier and reached for the doorknob, eyes so wet she could 
hardly see it. As the 
door swung open, she could make out the watery shapes of Mr. and Mrs. Young and 
their daughter Jill. 
And she knew what they could see: diminutive, fourteen-year-old Kelly, wearing 
nothing but a diaper 
and a t-shirt, and sucking on a pacifier. They could see a large toddler: 
Meggie's twin sister. 
CHAPTER 4
The Youngs stood at the doorway, staring at her. After a moment that seemed an 
eternity, it was Jill 
who broke the silence.
"May we come in, Kelly?" she asked. 
Kelly, her face several shades darker than the plastic of the pacifier in her 
mouth, nodded and stepped 
aside. Jill and her parents entered the room, and Kelly closed the door behind 
them. Kelly's mother had 
gotten up and met them all just inside the living room.
"I'm so glad you could do this, Jill," she said.
The teenager smiled. "No problem," she said simply, never taking her eyes off of 
Kelly, who had tried to 
recede as far as she could into the background. As she watched Jill's eyes, she 
could sense that this was 
going to be a horrible evening. And to compound her embarrassment, she suddenly 
had to pee badly, 
even though she had just been changed.
The adults exchanged a bit of small talk, and finally were ready to leave. 
Kelly's mother turned again to 
the babysitter.
"Now, Jill, I want you to understand a few things," she said. "Kelly has been 
having some problems 
lately, and she is being punished for those problems by being treated as a baby. 
Her diapers will need 
changing just like Meggie's do, and you should just treat her the same as you do 
her sister. I'm sure 
you'll be good to her; I know you always are great with Meggie. And I know that, 
despite Kelly's 
apprehensions, you are certainly mature enough to keep all of this within these 
walls. Do you have any 
questions?"
Jill looked up at Kelly's mother. "What is her bedtime?" 
Kelly blushed even more deeply, trying desperately to stop herself from wetting, 
but knowing that it was 
futile. Giving up, she let herself soak her diapers.
"Just put her to bed when you put Meggie to bed. You'll find her crib up in the 
nursery." Kelly's mother 
turned to her to say goodnight, and saw the telltale darkness under her plastic 
pants. "You naughty girl," 
she said. "I just changed you and you're wet already, aren't you?"
Kelly hid her head and did not answer. Her mother, halfway out the door, turned 
to Jill one last time. 
"You'd better get her into something dry," she said. "Her diapers are up in the 
nursery. Have a nice 
evening."
Kelly found herself wishing fervently that she could simply disappear as the 
door closed behind her 
parents and their friends. She shrunk up against a wall, slowly coming to the 
realization that this might 
well turn into the worst part of the entire nightmare. Jill smiled as she walked 
toward her charge.
"Come on, Baby," she said. "Let's go."

CHAPTER 5
Kelly followed her babysitter up the stairs, not looking at her or making a 
sound. She could not bear the idea that this was happening, that Jill, a 
girl she had hoped to befriend, a popular and connected girl from the junior 
class, was about to change her out of a shamefully wet diaper. If she could 
have blushed any deeper, she would have.
Jill stopped at the door to the nursery. 
"Did your mom say that your things are in here now?" she asked.
Kelly nodded silently and followed Jill through the door. Inside the room, 
Jill matter-of-factly reached for the top diaper from the larger-sized stack 
and motioned for Kelly to lie down. Kelly stayed glued in the doorway, as if 
the frame could hide her.
"Come on, Kelly," Jill said; "you're soaked. Let's just do this, OK?"
Slowly, still without a sound other than her muffled and internalized 
sobbing, Kelly slid to the floor and instinctively raised her legs.
"You're pretty used to this, aren't you?" asked Jill as she unpinned the now 
sopping diaper. "It's kind of new to me; I've changed babies before, but 
never one who went to my school."
Jill laughed, but Kelly's tears finally broke through. Jill finished pinning 
the diaper on and reached down to take her charge in her arms. "There, 
there, Kelly," she murmured, "it's OK. Some people are just babies longer 
than others, that's all. You'll see; everything is going to be fine." She 
stroked her fingers gently through Kelly's hair as she spoke. 
Kelly looked at Jill for the first time since her parents had left, and for 
the first time she felt some hope that Jill actually did understand and 
sympathize with her plight. Suddenly she threw her arms around Jill, sobbing 
deeply. Surprised, Jill simply held her until the crying slowed down and 
Kelly tried to speak.
"Please," she bawled, "please don't tell anyone at school about this. 
Please." She hesitated. "Especially not Greg." 
Jill smiled gently. "No, no, baby," she whispered. "As long as you're a 
good little girl, this will remain our little secret."
Kelly was not sure how to respond. "What do you mean?' she asked.
Jill's smile never left her eyes as she spoke. "You are the baby here, and I 
am the babysitter. I hope that you'll be good; that's all. If you are, then 
I see no reason to tell anyone at all. If not, well... But that's up to you. 
You are going to be good, aren't you?"
Unsure what "being good" meant, but unwilling to submit to the alternative, 
Kelly promised. Jill didn't seem as bad as she had thought she would; maybe 
this would be all right after all.
"Now," said Jill, "let's go back downstairs. I want to see your playroom. 
And Meggie's all alone down there."
In the basement playroom, Meggie and Kelly played with some blocks while Jill 
rummaged around. Every once in a while, Kelly stretched her neck around the 
corner to see what her babysitter was doing, but she couldn't tell. When the 
tower fell for the third or fourth time, she finally called out to her.
"Jill, what's going on?"
"Not to worry, little girl," came the reply. "I'm just finding a few odds 
and ends."
"Meggie 's messy," Kelly called. "She needs a change." Kelly reflected that 
this was not so bad; after all, if the circumstances were normal, she would 
have to change that mess. But as soon as that thought entered her head she 
was also aware of an uncomfortable reminder that more embarrassments were in 
store for her later.
Jill appeared from around the corner. "All right," she said, "I guess I'll 
have to change her. But I don't think I should leave you all alone while I 
take her upstairs. Come over here."
Kelly rose and moved to the area where Jill had been working and stood in 
stunned silence. Jill had set up Meggie's old playpen in the corner and 
filled it with stuffed animals and baby toys. She stared in shocked 
realization of what Jill wanted.
"You can't be serious. You want me to get in a playpen?" 
Jill nodded. "That's where babies belong, where they can't get into 
trouble."
Any number of thoughts filled Kelly's head, and they were all bad. She chose 
the easiest one. "I'm not a baby, Jill," she said. "I'm fourteen, and you 
know it. It's bad enough that I'm sitting here in diapers--" 
"Yes," Jill interrupted. "You're sitting there in diapers that I put on you. 
And when I first came in tonight, you were sucking peacefully on a pacifier. 
Sorry. sweetheart; I don't buy the 'I'm not a baby' argument. I don't know 
what other kind of person acts this way. And you did agree to be a good 
baby, didn't you? Otherwise, all bets are off. But I'm sure Greg is ready 
for a baby..."
Kelly stared at Jill, wondering what she had in mind and how far this was 
going to go. She stared at the playpen, and at Meggie, who had outgrown its 
confinement. And she thought about her status at school, how she would ever 
get past this if anyone else found out.
She climbed in.
"Good baby," said Jill. "And while we're gone, I've made you something 
yummy. Here." She handed Kelly a baby bottle full of milk. "Enjoy it."
As Jill and Meggie walked up the stairs, Kelly sat quietly in the playpen, 
tears again welling up, and slowly, defeatedly raised the bottle to her mouth 
and began to suck.
CHAPTER 6
For a long time, Kelly sat in the playpen sucking the milk from the bottle. 
Every once in a while, she could hear yelps of pleasure coming from Meggie 
upstairs, as Jill tickled her or whirled her in the air or something. At 
least I'll be spared that, she thought; I may be small, but she's not strong 
enough for that kind of game.
Kelly had hoped that Jill would get back quickly, but the hope had vanished 
with each peal of laughter from above. And the cramping in her bowels had 
simply grown worse, until she knew that there was no fighting it. She had 
had many wet diapers in the last few days, but she could not get used to the 
messy ones. The way that they felt, all slimy and heavy, was almost as bad 
as the way that they smelled. And the fact that she could do nothing but sit 
in them until her mother changed her...
But this time, she reflected, it would not be her mother; it would be Jill. 
She felt tears well up at the thought. She decided that, no matter what, 
she would hold it, but even as she made the decision she knew it was far too 
late. As the cramps came again, she gave in, and, redfaced, she pushed the 
load out into her otherwise clean diaper. It oozed out, smashing against her 
rear, trapped against her skin by the diaper; the air was instantly permeated 
by the pungent odor. 
As Kelly heard the sound of Jill coming back to the basement, she wanted to 
hide, but the playpen was not big enough, and there weren't enough toys to 
climb behind. The door opened, and in walked Jill carrying Meggie. 
"My God!" she said almost immediately. "You are a little stinker, aren't 
you?"
She let Meggie run into the play area to find some toys, and Kelly's eyes 
were suddenly drawn to what remained in Jill's hand after the baby had gone: 
a Polaroid camera. Horror-stricken, she started to protest.
"No! You can't--"
But Jill cut her off. "Yes, Baby, I can. And I am. I had a friend drop it 
off a little while ago. So smile pretty for the camera," she said as she 
snapped several shots. "Now these will be our little secret, as long as you 
are my good little girl. OK, now: let's get you changed." 
Kelly lay on her back on the carpet of the playroom, and Jill unpinned the 
filthy diaper. Another photo accompanied the change: Kelly didn't have to 
see it to know that it clearly showed her lying in a very obviously messy 
diaper, shamefully exposed like a baby.
"What do you intend to do with those?" she stammered as Jill pulled her 
plastic pants back on.
Jill smiled. "I intend to keep them," she said, "to make sure you stay good. 
And to make sure you stay away from Greg. Now don't look so shocked, Baby. 
It's not like Greg really saw anything in you anyway--you're only a 
freshman, after all, even when you're not sitting in a playpen." 
Kelly blushed again; she had been spending a lot of time doing that.
Jill continued. "If you do what I say, Greg will never have to see these 
pictures." She examined the Polaroid shots. "Nice and clear, aren't they?" 
she asked, showing them to Kelly, who nodded in defeated agreement. 
"What do you want me to do?" she asked.
Jill flashed a smile that in another context might have been seen as 
friendly. "I'm thinking about that," she said.
CHAPTER 7
As the door to the playroom opened and Jill came into view, Kelly sat quietly 
watching, sucking steadily on her third bottle in the last hour. 
"Finished, Baby?" her babysitter asked sweetly.
Kelly kept sucking. If she didn't answer, perhaps Jill might go away. She 
hoped so, as she hoped that she might somehow be able to get those pictures 
back.
Jill hovered above the playpen. "You're awfully slow on this one, Honey," 
she said. "I hope you're not feeling ill."
Kelly removed the nipple from her mouth. "No, just full," she replied 
without a smile.
Jill feigned shock. "Such a big baby, full after only two bottles? No, I 
don't think so. Maybe you just need a nap."
To Kelly, a nap at this point meant at least a bit of respite from Jill and 
her Polaroid. She nodded her head fatalistically, and Jill lifted her from 
the playpen and walked her upstairs. Meggie was already asleep in the crib 
when they got there, and Jill motioned for Kelly to be very quiet. 
"I'll be really angry if you wake her up," she whispered. 
Kelly climbed into the crib and reluctantly accepted the pacifier that Jill 
offered her, intending to discard it as soon as she knew Jill would not 
return. Her babysitter watched her for a while, and then left the room, but 
did not close the door. After only a moment, she returned with the camera, 
quickly snapping a picture before Kelly could even spit out the pacifier.
"Damn it!" Kelly yelled in complete frustration. "Stop taking those 
pictures!"
Meggie started to cry and lifted her head. Seeing Kelly and Jill, she stood 
up in the crib asking to get out.
Jill looked angry. "I told you not to wake her, Baby," she said. Now you'll 
wish you had listened."
to be continued.... 

            Kelly watched from where Jill had left her on the living room
floor 
            while the 
            babysitter made Meggie's meal. She could not take her eyes off
of 
            the little 
            bag containing the Polaroid and the photos. If only she could
grab 
            that 
            bag... 

            Meggie began to eat her food, whining a lot as she often did
when 
            she was 
            very tired. Jill turned her attention to Kelly. 

            "Now, then, Baby. You were supposed to take a nice nap and let
her 
            sleep. 
            Now listen to her; she might not stop whining all afternoon.
I can't 

            believe you could be this bad!" 

            Kelly didn't know what to say. "I'm sorry," she stammered. 

            "Not good enough," said Jill in a stern voice. When little girls
are 
            very 
            bad, they deserve punishment. And you are going to get one."


            Jill disappeared into the kitchen and Kelly heard her rummaging

            through the 
            drawers. Seizing her chance, Kelly leapt up and grabbed the bag

            containing 
            the camera and slid it under the couch. Just as she finished,

            though, Jill 
            walked back into the room. 

            "What are you up to?" she asked. 

            Kelly pretended not to understand. Jill walked over to the couch,

            bent down, 
            and saw the bag. Pulling it out and recognizing its contents,
she 
            turned, 
            glaring, to Kelly. 

            "So now you're a thief as well as a bad baby! Well, I couldn't
find 
            anything 
            like a paddle in there, but you're going to get spanked anyway!"


            Kelly was stunned. "Spanked?" she echoed in disbelief. 

            Jill grabbed her and rolled her over. "You'd better believe it,

            Baby. And 
            you'd better not fight it, either, or I swear I'll use a spoon."


            In a flash, she had Kelly's diapers off and her plastic pants
down 
            around her 
            knees. Kelly begged for forgiveness. "I'm sorry; I just panicked,

            that's 
            all," she pleaded. 

            "No good, Baby," replied Jill as she swung Kelly over her knees.

            "Too little 
            too late." 

            The first crack came down and Kelly screamed. Meggie stopped
eating 
            and 
            whining and watched in fascination as her sister received the
blows. 
            One 
            after another, Jill's hands rained down on Kelly's unprotected
rear 
            end. 
            Kelly's tears drenched her face, and she cried and begged Jill
to 
            stop, but 
            Jill was really angry. She had begun this as a game, but Kelly
had 
            really 
            made her mad now, and she would get what was coming to her. 

            Then, suddenly, as Jill continued to smack Kelly harder with
each 
            blow, she 
            found her lap soaking wet. Kelly's bladder had let loose in the

            frenzied 
            spanking. Jill leapt to her feet, rolling Kelly to the ground.


            "Jesus!" she screamed. "Look what you've done!" 

            Kelly was terrified and confused; she was not sure what had 
            happened, not 
            even certain that she had wet herself again, but the puddle on

            Jill's pants 
            was evidence enough. Meggie was crying "please stop" to Jill,
and 
            Jill was 
            frantically tugging her pants down. 

            Kelly tried talking through her tears. "I-I'm sorry--I don't
know 
            what 
            happened--" 

            Jill motioned for her to stop talking. Standing in her underwear
in 
            the 
            living room, she took in her breath and let it calm her down.
Meggie 
            was 
            crying almost as loudly as Kelly, and Jill spoke to her calmingly.


            "It's OK, Meggie. Kelly needed a spanking because she was bad,
but 
            it's over 
            now. I'm sorry if you were scared. OK?" 

            Meggie whimpered, but nodded her head. 

            "You go down and pick a movie to watch, OK?" 

            Meggie's face lit up and she ran down to the TV room. Jill turned

            back to 
            Kelly. "This is not over, Baby. I can't believe you did that."


            Kelly couldn't say anything; she couldn't believe it either.


            "I'm going to wash my pants now, and you are going to take a
nap," 
            Jill said. 
            "And these pictures will be making the rounds tomorrow." 

            Kelly cried out. "No, please!" 

            Jill raised her hand. "Do you want more?" she asked. Kelly quieted.

            "Now 
            get into that crib." 

            Lying in her crib, Kelly absent-mindedly sucked on the pacifier
and 
            allowed 
            visions of her friends seeing those photos to swirl through her

            mind. The 
            worst part of this summer was only beginning. 
            Second Childhood 
            Part 10 

            by baby k 

            The morning light drifted in with the sound of the birds, and

            Kelly's first 
            thoughts as she awoke had to do with her diapers. Bulky as they

            were--her 
            mother must have put extra ones on her--she could not readily
tell 
            if they 
            were wet. She reached a hand down past the waist of the plastic

            pants and 
            into the diaper. Dry. She sighed in relief; I'm not that far
gone 
            yet, she 
            thought. But even as the thought formed she knew it was a temporary

            reprieve. She needed to go to the bathroom, and her only bathroom

            was the 
            diapers she was wearing. Surrendering, she relaxed her bladder
and 
            filled 
            the diaper. 

            Meggie was stirring at the foot of the crib, and she felt her
little 
            sister 
            moving and tickling her legs--an almost daily occurrence this

            summer. 
            Despite the wet diapers and the embarrassment she felt, Kelly
found 
            herself 
            giggling at the start of pretty much every morning and always
ended 
            up 
            playing with Meggie until someone came to get them both out of
the 
            crib. 

            Her sister was not quite awake yet, and Kelly had another problem--a

            bowel 
            movement that she knew she could not hold. (And what exactly
would 
            be the 
            point of holding it anyway? she thought.) So on this morning,
when 
            her 
            mother interrupted the giggling and playing little girls, the
room 
            was 
            pungent with the smell of messy diapers. 

            "My God!" she said as she walked into the room. "Who is that?"


            Kelly's face reddened. 

            "OK, you little stinker," her mom said. "Let me get Meggie some

            cereal and 
            then I think you are going to need a bath." 

            Baths used to be pleasant--times when Kelly could relax and unwind

            from her 
            days--but this summer they had become one more element in her

            bizarre 
            punishment. She lay in the warm water surrounded by Meggie's
tub 
            toys as her 
            mother moved the soapy washcloth over her body; Kelly winced
as it 
            found its 
            way into various crevices. 

            "What did you eat yesterday, Baby?" her mother asked. "You really

            were a 
            messy child this morning." 

            "You should know, Mom," Kelly replied. "You fed me all day. Maybe
I 
            should 
            go back to big girl food." 

            Her mother smiled. "Nice try," she said as she stood Kelly up
and 
            toweled 
            her off before leading her into her room for a diaper and fresh

            clothes. 

            "Now let's get you some breakfast and then you can go out in
the 
            yard and 
            play. It's a beautiful day and you should be outside." 

            Kelly was shocked. "But Mom," she stammered. "Someone will see
me." 

            Her mother smiled. "I can't do anything about that, Kelly. But
don't 
            worry. 
            Jill told me last night that she would come to look in on you."


            Kelly could easily imagine how Jill would look in on her, and
again 
            remembered the pictures. She imagined Greg's derisive laughter
when 
            he saw 
            them, and what it would be like in school in the fall. And she

            wondered 
            again how she could have wet herself twice without knowing it

            yesterday. 

            Just a few weeks ago, life had been great. Now it seemed that
each 
            new hour 
            brought new bad news. Kelly waddled down to the kitchen and climbed

            into the 
            high chair. What news would today bring?

Second childhood 3    (A continuation of an old story by Baby K
By Grego)
 After a very messy breakfast (Kellies mom gave her a big bowl of Heinz'
pabulum and a large jar of strained prunes) she was let out of her high chair
and given her bottle of apple juice. She still had her bib on as her mom
washed the remnants of breakfast off of her face. "How did you manage to
get so messy Baby?" her mom asked in a teasing baby talk voice.
Kelly fidgeted and blushed ,saying "mom you always try to make me look as
babyish as you can when you feed me. I see the way you grin when my meal
slops down my chin and how you try to get the next spoonful in before I am
ready".
Kellies mom laughed " you are such a smart baby" she beamed.
Blushing the embarrassed girl asked her mom to change her now soaked diaper
(she was wetting now without even realizing it).
Right after I change and dress Meggie I will change you. I want you to wait
a while and try make another poopies for mommy ok sweetie because Jill will
be here in an hour to take you babies to the park.
"You don't want to spend the whole morning out, in a stinky didee do you
sweetie?"
  "No momma" came Kellies almost whispered reply.
Kelly began to sob quietly as she imagined the treatment Jill had in mind
for her. She knew she was in for the longest day of her diaper punishment
to date. It had only been three weeks since her parents demoted her to baby
of the family, even three year old Meggie got more privileges than 14 year
old Kelly.
Kelly knew that Jill would keep her word and show the pictures of her in
a messy diaper sitting in Meggies playpen, and probably bring select members
of her group along to help "baby-sit".  
So far outside of her family only Jill and her parents knew of Kelly's Status
they didn't even know why this punishment was being applied and Kelly had
prayed that it stay that way.
A knock at the door startled her from her thoughts and she became aware that
her cloth diaper was a lot fuller. "Great now I even poop without knowing
it" she thought to her self. 
" Mom I'm ready to have my diaper changed" Kelly yelled as she carefully
waddled to answer the door.
Still dressed in only her short T-shirt and a very full diaper and messy
bib she opened the door.

 A very handsome young, delivery man stood on the porch, and with a comically
puzzled look on his face asked Kelly if her mommy was in. Blushing Kelly
asked him to step in and as he did his nose wrinkled as he got a whiff of
her dirty diaper.
Kelly toddled to the foot of the stairs calling her mother.
"What is it Kelly", her mother asked as she came down the steps.
   There is a delivery man here" Kelly replied.
"I didn't expect you here until later this morning" she told the guy at the
door, "but since you are here now you can bring in the boxes" .

The tag on the mans jacket read ACME Medical Sales and Rentals, Kelly noticed
but gave it no more thought as all she wanted now was to be bathed and put
into a fresh diaper. sitting on the bottom step she watched as 5 boxes were
brought into the house. Some of them were quite large and one was clearly
labeled "Diapers". She decided to waddle upstairs and wait for her mother
to finish with the delivery and play with Meggie for a few minutes.
Meggie pinched her nose as Kelly entered her room and said " Kelly gots a
poopy didee" and giggled.
Smiling with her baby sister Kelly sat down on her changing pad and started
playing with the blocks that Meggie seemed to be enjoying. 
As they played Kelly absently put her pacifier in her mouth and began to
suck earnestly.
"Kelly... Kelly " her mom called again.
Shaken from her thoughts she called back "Yes mom what is it?"
"Come down here and help me carry these boxes upstairs would you"
 pease mommy will you change me first I think I'm getting a diaper rash".
Kelly whined.
"Oh sweetie I forgot all about that I'm so sorry Honey. Yes of course .

After her morning bath  Kelly lay on her changing pad as her mother powdered
her and slid a thick cloth diaper under her bum. Now  go and get your short
alls off of my bed and we will get you two ready for the park . Jill will
be here in 45 minutes and I still want you to help me with the boxes".
"Ok mom" and off she went.
Returning with her "uniform" as she came to think of the short all  she noticed
that there were now snaps on the inseam just like Meggies clothes. This was
too much but decided to keep quiet.
She pretended not to notice and allowed her mother to finish dressing her
in silence.

Nothing was said between mother and daughter as the boxes were taken upstairs.
 As the door bell rang Kelly's mom told her she would be able to sleep in
her own room from now on.

Please mom don't let Jill take me to the park, Kelly begged as her mom walked
to the door.
" I think Jill really wants to make this as embarrassing as she can for me
and who knows how far she is willing to go" Kelly pleaded tearfully.
" Don't be silly Jill is 16 and is mature enough to know better, besides
I will be too busy getting your room ready for you to keep an eye on you
and Meggie so I need you to go and have fun. The fresh air will do you good
 You have not left the house in almost 2 weeks."

Come on in Jill I just need a second to get Meggie ready ,Kelly is all dressed
but could you put her shoes on   
her. we'll be down in a sec"
Of course no prob Jill replied.
Ok you little stinker come over here and let aunt Jill put your lil shoesies
on you.
Kelly edged over to Jill with her Reeboks in her hand .
"No no I think those are too grown up for you Baby girl " reaching into a
shopping bag Jill produced a pair of size seven pink runners with velcro
tabs. " I think these are more fitting dont you think Baby Kelly" Jill asked
smirking. 
Kelly held back a sob and nodded knowing this was only the beginning of the
torment this day held for her.
With Meggie in her arms Kelly's mom noticed the shoes that were being put
on her oldest babies feet.
Ohh! aren't they adorable she gushed . Did you say thank you to auntie Jill
for those new shoes Kelly?
Choking back a sob she said thank you for the new shoes aunty Jill.

Before you go Jill here is a diaper bag for Meggie and Kelly. I also put
in a sippy cup of juice for Meggie and a couple of bottles of milk for Kelly,
I am trying to wean Meggie off of the bottle you know.
There are also lots of extra diapers in the bag for both girls as well as
a box of baby wipes.
"Ok I will see both my babies in a few hours", as their mother gave each
a hug on the way out the door.

As the three girls made their way down the drive Jill noticed the way Kelly
was walking.
"Your mommy must have put an extra didee on you Kel , you seem to be having
a hard time keeping up to us." Jill was really enjoying this .
"  Yes  Jill she did as if it is any of your business' Kelly snapped. "not
to mention the shoes you bought for me are at least one size to small".
Laughing Jill told Kelly that she purposely got the shoes too small to accentuate
her "diaper walk". She then
Reminded Kelly that she would refer to her as "Aunty" Jill at all times.
Jill was thoroughly enjoying torturing Kelly and made sure the poor girl
knew it.
You would be well advised baby Kelly to mind your manners around me you thought
it was bad the other night when I baby sat you, wait till you see what I
have planned for this morning little girl .
Now for talking back to me you will put this soother in your mouth and not
take it out until I say otherwise.
"You can't be serious" Kelly hissed , "I will not do it".
Jill took two steps toward Kelly and grabbed her by the ear and popped the
pacifier into the stunned girls mouth. " Don't you dare defy me baby, you
have just earned yourself one more punishment. Care to try for
Another?"
"No aunty Jill" Kelly replied around her soother. 
"Now hurry up ,Meggie wants to get to the park to play with her friends and
I am sure you would like to see 
some, of your friends to" Jill said with a hint sarcasm.
Stunned by Jill's hint that her friends would see her like this Kelly began
to wet her diapers in fear.
"Jill. I mean aunty Jill, please don't let them see me like this Please I
beg you. Kelly was sobbing now .
"They will all laugh at me and I cant handle being seen this way" 
  "I know a fussy baby who is going to get a spanking if she doesn't settle
down", Jill smirked.
Now stop fussing and lets get to the park.

 As they entered the park Meggie started squirming, she wanted down so she
could play on the climbing apparatus.
Jill set the little one down and she was off and running, toward the play
set.

A group of 12 year olds walked past the two remaining girls and made some
comments about the big baby  with the soother in her mouth. As they passed
by Jill took the opportunity to check Kelly's diaper.
"Oohh my you're wet already but I don't think I need to change your diaper
yet." Jill said loud enough for the other kids to hear.
 "Did you hear that, she's at least 14 and wearing diapers" one told the
rest of the group.
I think she is in my brothers class at school another said. " Hey ,Kelly
I'll tell Jeff you said Hi" he taunted. 
They all laughed as they carried on across the park.
Kelly knew that this was only another small taste of what she was in for
this morning.

"Now go over there and play with your sister for a while Kelly and don't
you dare make her cry"
  "Yes aunty Jill" Kelly replied choking back a sob.
"I will be over in a minute" Jill told her. " Now go and play" she said as
she took a cell phone out of her purse.

" Hi Jenny, its me. Yes we're at the park now."
" Did you call the others? Oh good don't forget to bring your video camera."
"Yes she is. No the pictures I showed you all last night were taken at her
house last week. Those pictures are just a sample of what I have in mind
for that big baby girl". 
"Ok see you soon. B Bye".

While Meggie was having the time of her life on the slide, Kelly sat on a
tire swing making lazy circles above the sand. It was only 10:00 in the morning
and she was exhausted. Tired of her punishment and tired of worrying what
Jill was planning. She just wanted things to go back to the way they were
before babyhood became her way of life.
There were a few mothers around with their babies and Kelly was aware of
them pointing and whispering amongst themselves about the new baby in the
park.
"She looks like she is at least 14 "one said.
" Well it looks like she will need a change soon" commented a pretty blonde
with twins in a stroller.
"The poor dear looks as though she wants to crawl into a hole to hide" the
first woman said.
 "You may be right I don't think she is dressed that way by choice" said
the blonde woman.
Meggie came over to Kelly and asked to be pushed on the swing, then surprising
her big sister simply said "don't be sad Kelly, it makes me sad when you
sad".
Kelly  couldn't help but smile in spite of herself and gave her sister a
big hug, then said "come on Megs I'll push you to the sky on the swings."
"I'll race you to the swings Kelly" Meggie  giggled.
Laughing the two of them dashed over to the kiddie swings because Meggie
was still too small and had to use the safety bar.
After sliding the bar in place Kelly stood behind her sister and started
gently pushing the little girl.
"Higher Kelly send me to the moon" Meggie pleaded giggling only as a 3 year
old will.

Jill called her two charges over to the bench where she had been watching
them play together from.
Jill pulled Meggie to her and checked the little girls diaper, and told her
that she would take her to the rest room to be changed.
"You can take your dummy out now baby girl" she told Kelly.
Relieved Kelly removed the pacifier, her mouth was starting to ache from
sucking for more than an hour. Her relief was short lived though as Jill
handed her a baby bottle of milk.


"I expect that bottle to be empty by time I get back from changing your sister
young lady. Now you stay put and don't even think of running back home Jill
said reading Kelly's thoughts.
"Yes aunty Jill." Kelly replied.
 Nursing furiously to avoid any more humiliation at Jells hand Kelly was
aware that the hole in the bottles nipple was smaller than what she had become
accustomed  to. "That witch"  Kelly thought, "she put a brand new nipple
on here without cutting the hole bigger". 
" I'll never finish it like this ,and besides my jaw is starting to cramp
from all this nursing."
Looking around to see if the coast was clear she turned her back towards
the rest room and twisted the nipple from the bottle. Taking another cautious
look she drank the contents down. Some had spilled down her chin but most
made it to her mouth.
"Just what do you think you're trying to pull missy" Jill barked. "Did I
tell you to take the top off of your bottle? By the look on your face I would
say you thought you were going to get away with your little deceit"
 " Well now I am very angry with you Kelly, what am I going to do with you?"
Jill asked.
You try to steal my pictures and now I catch you deliberately trying to con
me.
"I..I'm sorry aunty Jill, It's just that the hole in the nipple was so small
there is no way I could have finished the bottle any other way."
"Why do you think I put a brand new nipple on it" Jill asked. "I knew there
was no way you would finish before I changed Meggie."
Which is to say, either way you were going to get the punishment I planned
any ways baby Kelly."
  "I can see you need your diaper changed so lets get to it then shall we,
and put that dummy back in your mouth this instant."
Kelly did as she was told and stood up to head for the rest rooms.
"No way baby Kelly not there" Jill informed her and pointed at the bench,
which Kelly had been sitting in front of. Reaching into the diaper bag Jill
took out the pink plastic Sesame street changing pad laying it out on the
grass. "Now get that wet bum onto this pad this instant", The, words were
slow and deliberate. Meant to cause fear. It worked.

Kelly's already wet diapers were overflowing as Jill made her point. The
front of the romper was staining with pee.
"No. Jill please not here" Kelly sobbed. "please don't do this here, why
are you doing this to me Jill?" Aunty Jill I  I mean."
Kelly didn't even get to finish the sentence. Three pretty faces hovered
above her . 

Three very familiar faces, Kelly's friends Jessica, Beth, and Holly.
 " Hi Jill Holly greeted the older girl  "We brought the video camera like
you asked.
"Looks like your kind of busy.."
 "Shut up and start recording this Holly" Jill ordered. "this is the surprise
I was telling you about"

Jill moved out of the way of the camera giving the three new girls a clear
view of a teenage girl sucking a soother, bawling her heart out and laying
in a very wet diaper and plastic pants.
"Now get the camera rolling on her" Jill said.

As Holly started recording Jill moved in above Kelly undoing the snaps on
her romper and removed the plastic pants. "Beth hand me those two diapers
on the bench would you". 
 " Sure Jill but who is this cute baby you are changing? She is very fussy."



As Holly packed up the girls toys and placed them in the diaper bag , Jill
was on the brink of  exploding. "You can't just take the babies from me Holly
their mother left me in charge" she yelled.
Holly zipped up the diaper bag and placed it on the bench, she then took
 Kelly's romper off the back of the bench where she hung it to dry. She then
knelt down and redressed the girl for the walk home.
"it's a little pee stained, but I don't think anyone will notice" she whispered
"and its better than having a big wet spot on your bum right, Kel?" 
Kelly smiled shyly up at Holly as the snaps were done up along the legs of
her short all.
"Thank you Holly for being nice to me through all of this" she whispered.

"Hush now , we will talk while we get you home. I don't want to get Jill
any more pissed than she is at the moment , OK".
"Come on Meggie it's time to go baby" Holly called out.
The toddler raced across the play ground eager to be away from Jill who clearly
frightened the little girl.
"Are you gonna yell at us too?" she asked Holly.
"Don't you worry about anything Meggie, the three of us are going to have
a happy walk back to your house, I promise Ok ."
"One thing before we leave, Jill if you , Beth or Jessica say one word to
any one else about Kelly's punishment I guarantee you will all be sorry.
Do you all understand?"

Jill was about to open her mouth when Beth elbowed her to keep quiet.
"We read you loud and clear Holly" the big babies secret is safe...for now"
she muttered under her breath.
Holly led the two girls out of the park but took a look over her shoulder
to remind them to keep quiet about Kelly.

"Holly, um. how come you're bein' so nice to me through all this?" Kelly
asked.
  "Don't get me wrong or anything, it's just that the last few weeks have
been real lonely and I was afraid to call any of my friends, I am so embarrassed
by this stupid punishment my folks put on me."

Holly stopped and took Kelly by the arm so they were facing each other.
"Look Kelly, you and I have been good friends since grade school. We don't
always see eye to eye but we have always stuck together. I will admit I'm
a little hurt that you avoided me but under the circumstances I think I would
keep a low profile if I was in your shoes too" she replied.
Just then Meggie started jumping up and down, pointing down the block.
"Look da ice cream man is commin'" Meggie laughed.
"Can we hab some please" she asked her sister.




" Oh, baby I'm sorry but no. Mom didn't let me have my purse so I don't have
any money."
The look on Meggies face nearly broke her heart.
Holly piped up "it's Ok I have some money, it will be my treat" just before
the tears started down the little girls cheek. "we can all have some, how
does that sound you two?"

Kelly smiled down at her baby sister and said "What do you say to Holly Meggie?"
"Thank you very much Holly" Meggie said earnestly.
"Can I have chocolate please" Meggie asked.
"You can have any flavor you want and that goes for both of you" Holly said.

  "Whats wrong Kelly" Holly inquired.

"It's just that I noticed one of the ice creams is in a dish with a spoon.
are you going to feed me in front of all these people?" Tears were welling
up in Kelly's eyes.
Holly understood immediately.
"Kelly have you ever seen me eat an "ice cream cone" in all the years you
have known me?"
  Kelly thought a moment and her eyes lit up. You know Holly I never thought
about it till now but no. I haven't.
"It's just that someone else has been doing things for me these last few
weeks I forgot what it be like to be a big girl again even for a few minutes",
Kelly said quietly.

Kelly led the others to a picnic table near the ice cream truck and said
she was in no hurry to get home. "My mom is expecting Meggie and I back in
over an hour so lets just take our time getting there ok. She said this morning
she had a surprise for me so I better be there when I'm expected and not
before. I don't want this punishment to go on any longer than it needs to.
 I am a little afraid of this so called surprise though , some guy came to
the door with a bunch of pretty big boxes this morning."
Holly watched Kelly for a moment, as she started to squirm in her seat a
bit, then suddenly relax. Kelly blushed slightly when she noticed Holly had
been watching her.
  "if everyone is done their ice cream lets walk around a bit" Kelly suggested.
Kelly leaned over the table and whispered to Holly " I just pooped again
and I really don't want to sit still for to long or it gets really noticeable
ok".
  "Do you want me to change you, if we can find a restroom or someplace private?"
Holly asked.
"Nah, it's not like I made a big mess cause I do it a few times a day at
least. It's just that sitting in a messy diaper isn't to pleasant and its
feels better to move around". Lets just start heading in the general direction
of my house, ok."
" Besides Jill had me triple diapered earlier so I don't have any clean ones
in my bag".

As the three girls walked curiosity finally got the best of Holly. "Umm.
Kelly can I as you something?" Holly asked.





"Sure go ahead", Kelly replied.
  " What did you do that was so bad that your parents would want to punish
you this way?" 

"I was wondering when some one would ask that question but I really thought
it was going to be Jill, and she didn't seem to care at all. She was having
to much fun torturing me", Kelly said.
" Well I might as well tell you then. Its not like I did anything really
bad but my folks thought it was bad enough I guess."
"One night when they went out for dinner I stayed home to baby sit my little
sister. While I was laying there watching T.V. I saw a Huggies commercial
and started wondering what it would be like to wear a diaper.
Eventually curiosity got the better of me and I went into Meggies room and
took one from her changing table. I went back downstairs to watch the rest
of a movie and striped off my track pants  and sat down in the diaper. As
I pulled it up over myself I realized that it would fit pretty well so I
taped it on. It felt a little weird but kinda good at the same time. I watched
the rest of the movie and I guess I dozed off forgetting that I had it  on.
The next thing I know my parents are standing over me with this really pissed
look on their faces.
I tried to tell them that I was only fooling around and that I wouldn't do
it  again but they didn't want to hear any of it, I was told to leave it
on and go straight to bed.
 The next morning my bathroom door was locked and they made me wet myself.
I was forbidden from removing the wet thing my self and had to wait for mom
to change and bath Meggie before I could be changed. Mom changed me on the
living room floor in front of my sister and my dad while I cried. She even
spoon fed me breakfast and made me drink a bottle.
  That's the way it's been for the last few weeks. I don't even know when
I have to go to the bathroom any more it just happens now."
 I haven't slept in my own bed since that first night, they make me and Meggie
share the crib for naps and at night."

"All this because you tried on your sisters diaper" Holly gasped wide eyed.

"Yeah, I know pretty crazy huh?" Kelly said.
"You know the worst part is I don't see an end in sight either, they could
keep this up all summer and I will have to be potty trained again before
school starts in the fall as well."
"Besides sisters are supposed to steal each others clothes" Kelly smiled
at her own weak joke.
"Well here we are, this is our stop" Kelly told Holly. "Do you want to come
in for a few minutes?"
 " Thanks I'd like that Kelly, but I should get home to see if my mom needs
a hand with anything" Holly said. "Give me call tonight and let me know how
things go with your surprise alright. See you later K, bye Meggie" Holly
waved as she headed to her own house.

Kelly took her sisters hand and walked up the drive to the front door of
the house. She grasped the knob with her free hand and took a deep breath
as she opened the door.
  After taking off their shoes Kelly called out "We're home mom".
"An we had ice cream" Meggie piped cheerily.

" Your just in time too, I just finished your surprise a few minutes ago,
Kelly. Hurry up and come see what I have done with your room" Her mom called
down. 

Suddenly the stairs seemed a hundred miles long to Kelly. She had a pretty
good idea what was in store for her. With full diaper and heavy feet she
went upstairs. 
Her mother stood outside the closed door to Kelly's room and said first some
good news "you wont have to share the crib with your sister any more Kelly".
"Great" Kelly replied quietly.
"Now close your eyes baby" her mom told her as she reached for the door knob.
Kelly did so.
" Ta Da!" her mom said trying to make a production of the whole thing.
     Kelly opened her eyes and looked in on her newly decorated bedroom.
It looked exactly like her sisters but was painted a pastel yellow with contrasting
curtains.
Her bed was gone, replaced with a larger version of the crib she slept in
with her little sister. Stunned she entered her new nursery trying to see
through the tears forming in her eyes. There were story book cut outs on
the walls as well as a mobile above the crib which hung down low enough that
she could play with the figures that dangled from it.
 In the closet were about a dozen very infantile out fits all sized to fit
her in every color of the rainbow. In one corner was a diaper changing station
complete with a sturdy table with shelves packed with dozens and dozens of
cloth and disposable diapers and plastic panties. On a shelf there were coloring
books and Fisher Price pre-school toys, rattles, and stuffed dolls.
  "Well what do think?" her mom asked.
"It's..It's geat mom I." but unable to hold back any longer she broke down
sobbing.

Taking her eldest daughter in her arms she gently hugged the girl softly
rubbing her back to try to quiet her crying daughter "It's ok baby you'll
get used to it. Now sit down while I go down and get your bottle then we
will change that dirty diaper" her mom consoled her.

When her mother returned with the bottle of warm milk Kelly reluctantly took
the offered bottle. She nursed while her mother helped her out of her soiled
clothes then was instructed to hop up on the changing table and to use the
little step provided to make getting up and down easier. As she lay back
on the pad she was surprised to feel the strap being pulled snuggly across
her mid section leaving he hands and arms free to manage the bottle she was
working on. The table was more than long enough to accommodate her 


5'4" frame but seemed a little narrow. She was glad of the strap holding
her. It was quite a drop to the floor if she were to roll off.

Kelly gasped in a breath as the cool air reached her diaper area as her mother
undid the wet diapers and folded them back.  Reaching underneath for the
diaper wipes her mother commented on the fact that this was the third messy
diaper of the day and proceeded to clean her daughter up. 
Kelly didn't feel the need to comment out loud but the discomfort of being
wiped clean by her mom was visible on her face. She has had her diaper changed
countless times in recent weeks but she still got embarrassed about it.
After being cleaned up she was aware of a tingly itch on her bottom, just
as her mom told her she was getting a bad diaper rash.
"Good thing we got you some zinc cream to take care of these little emergencies"
her mom told her. "I  think you are going to be a little sore for a day or
so, your bum is really raw baby".

Kelly couldn't keep quiet any longer " mother I have BEEN MORE THAN A LITTLE
UNCOMFORTABLE FOR WEEKS NOW"  she lashed out. "you and daddy seem to think
that this is normal to punish a fifteen year old this way. Well it's not,
and it's probably against the law" Kelly's tone was full of defiance. "I
tried to take my punishment like an adult but you guys just wont let up!"

Kelly tried to choke her tears on anger but she could hear the strain in
her own voice and the tears welled up in her eyes again.
Her mother took her bottle from her hand and undid the tables safety strap.
Kelly was about to sit up when her mother shook her head , "No Kelly not
yet I want you to put your hands at your sides for a moment.
Trying to please her mom she did as she was told but was shocked when the
safety strap was brought back over her pinning her arms at her side. "Now
baby do you feel better after your temper tantrum" asked her mother the tone
in her voice told Kelly that she was to keep quiet, which wisely she did.

Kelly's mom left the room for a minute or so and returned with something
in her hand. "Open your mouth Kelly this instant" her mom told her.
 Kelly did as she was told and her eyes opened as big as saucers when a bar
of soap was inserted into her mouth. Kelly tried with know success to spit
the bar out but her mother held it firmly in place. Even worse she was twisting
the bar so it grated on her teeth.
After a few seconds that seemed like minutes to poor Kelly, her mother removed
the bar.
 Kelly tried to spit the soap out but could not get the horrid taste out.
As the girl lay on the changing table drooling and sobbing, her mom said
"maybe that will teach you not to use such a tone with your father or I".

Kelly's mom gave the girl her bottle back and left to make dinner.


 


As Kelly emptied her bottle she would use the juice to rinse out her mouth
and  spit the awful mixture out. When her mom returned thirty minutes later,
Kelly was a sticky mess on the table.
Released and put back on the floor she was herded to the bathroom for a cleanup
before dinner. Standing in the tub her diapers were removed  and her mom
sprayed  her quickly with the shower hose and scrubbed with a wash cloth
the gooey mess of soap and apple juice. After being toweled dry she was led
naked back to her nursery where she was put in thick soft diapers and a pair
of terry lined plastic pants.  Left on the floor for a moment Kelly played
on her Fisher Price piano while her mom searched for something to dress her
in for dinner. Still tasting the soap she played with her toys drooling like
an infant.

Dressed in a yellow and white terry romper Kelly was placed in her play pen
until her father came home.  All alone in the nursery she played with her
toys and sang nursery rhymes to her self. Her sister was down stairs watching
 a video in the den.
She wanted some time to herself any way to get used to her surroundings.
Her mom had thought of everything, there was even a musical mobile above
her large crib with fabric farm animals. Looking around she could find no
trace of her teenage life anywhere in the room. The shelves under her changing
table were packed with both disposable and cloth diapers of every color and
print imaginable and plastic panties to match, some even had lace ruffles
on the bum. The closet contained lots of baby style clothes made to fit her
and there was some pairs of  shoes without laces and boots with hard stiff
soles that looked like they were to go with her dresses.